#got a horrible cold rn

[thesnowflake18]

The world is playing tricks on me I swear. How on earth does the weather change to being "nice" outside for one day instead of boiling hot and I immediately get sick 🫠 Weak immune system fr fr

[pumpkindogart]

OTL holy fuck

[born-to-lose]

It's a mental breakdown *du du duuu duuuuu du du du du duuuu"

[sir-arlieosaurus-lung-struggler]

My brain's weird it screams just by reflex of me seeing a bug but will take like a day to register a death lol

My mood today be like:

Then after I finish crying:

[puppypilled-sheep-wife]

Having strong thoughts about prog DIY

but putting the brakes on before my disease addled brain makes a dumb decision

[melhekhelmurkun]

Man I was sick the whole week before winter break, and now I’m sick again :/

[smoothriverrocksrock]

GOD I WOULD KILL FOR TF1 DECEPTICON BEE!! The thought of him not wanting to leave Megatron alone after something so horrific warms my heart. I need a fic of them becoming friends. (do you have any more headcanons?)

I really hope to get to writing a fic for this, and I’ll definitely link it if I do! Kinda busy with other fics tho and since one is close to finishing I wanna start it after I’m done with that one

Well first and most obvious headcanon is that Bee has to have some MAJOR respect for D-16/Megatron purely because of that scene with him standing up to Sentinel. Genuinely, seeing Bee watch that had me in the theaters wondering why tf Bee would be horrified by D-16 killing him. B-127 is a better person than me because of I saw one of my friends get CARVED INTO it would be my last straw

My main idea for a Decepticon tf1 Bee story kinda looks like this (warning this gets LONG):

-He sees Megatron and the High Guard leaving, and he can’t believe it. He just got a friend group, he can’t just let it split apart! Especially not like this!

-With a quick number exchange, Bee tells Elita that he’s going with Megatron and it’s nothing personal he just wants to stay with him ok byeeeee

-Elita is kinda baffled, and Optimus absolutely takes it personally but in a sad “wait what if I’m in the wrong, oh no, now I lost two friends” way. Optimus wants to go after him and Megatron but Elita stops him. They both agree it’s probably best to give them all space and let Bee try and figure it out

-Megatron is also baffled that this guy is coming with him, but he feels relieved that at least *someone* familiar agrees with him. He won’t admit it tho, it’s a cold comfort after everything else that’s happened

-The High guard doesn’t really care rn, they just got banished (AGAIN!) and a friend of their new leader is probably good enough to keep around

-I imagine some of them are probably injured (most importantly Megatron), so Soundwave helps them highjack a train where they can take temporary shelter, get supplies/food, and rest. Starscream finds out the base got blown up and appropriately grieves about the loss of his awesome throne. Shockwave is revealed to be the best thing they have to a doctor. Rough times.

-Bee keeps trying to get Megatron to talk about what just happened, but he refuses. Bee eventually talks about how horrible sublevel 50 was because of the isolation, and promises Megatron that he won’t leave him alone

-Still cold comfort to Megatron. He just lost his longest companion, and he knows Bee could never compare. Bee also realizes this, but he’s trying his best

Lotta places the story could go from there, but I wanna keep it as a “Bumblebee inadvertently becomes the moral backbone of the Decepticons” type of story. I also wanna clarify that Bee is still totally down for murder, he just convinces Megatron to keep the guns pointed at the Quintessons for now

He also shares soooo much Decepticon gossip to Optimus and Elita, but never anything that could ever compromise the Decepticons. He’ll be like “You’ll NEVER guess what Skywarp just said today” and Elita will ask for boring stuff like “where are you based” and “are you eating enough” and Bumblebee refuses to have his friendships compromised by politics. Optimus appreciates this, and does the same. Eventually Elita will conform and send him memes

Also Soundwave and Bee become scout friends. This is the law. Bee is one of the only people who will contribute to the community playlist

[digitaldiarystuff]

Fatal Attraction

i’m actually not sure what to say as an excuse rn but i’m sorry to keep you waiting hope you like this one and please leave comments they really help me🥹

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pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Y/N

genre: no idea at all

summary: you were childhood best friends with Fermin which resulted in meeting Pedri since they got close, you couldn’t deny he was dreamy but he had a bad reputation so you try your best to steer clear of him but can you succeed?

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You left uni after your horrible professor finally decided 4 hours were enough for boring you to death. It was nearing 8 pm when you could finally escape. You wondered how you managed to sit for 8 hours straight in high school when you couldn’t even handle a 2 hour class of historical design now. But then again, Fermin was with you for all those times. He was your best friend practically all your life because your families were friends long before you were born so it was natural. Even when he went away to La Masia you never grew apart and you even came to Barcelona to study just so you could be close again. He was you ride or die, literally and you two were the perfect example of a guy and a girl being strictly platonic besties. You viewed him more as a brother than a friend and so when you moved to a new city he made sure you never felt alone. He always invited you to games and hangouts, introduced you to practically everyone around him and even sent you on a few dates over the course of last year but you always struggled to keep a genuine connection with a guy like that. They always seemed too superficial or wanted to use you to get closer to Fermin now that he was in the starting 11. Most of them just wanted sex and that wouldn’t be a problem for you if they just tried a little but no, they always expected it for buying you a 20 euro meal or a drink at the club and it was exhausting you. You also weren’t looking to get married in three months but sometimes, especially when Fermin and his shiny world wasn’t around, you wished there was someone to turn to. You just wanted affection, can’t a girl get affection these days?

Your inner monologue was cut short by the ringing of your phone.

“Hey” you chirped answering it.

“Y/N hi.” as soon as you heard the voice behind the phone you stopped all your movements, you were expecting your best friend to annoy you but it was actually Pedri.

“Um, hi” you answered not understanding why Pedri would be calling you from Fermin’s phone.

“I’m gonna tell you something but promise you won’t get mad” Just that sentence alone made sure you’d get mad.

“Just out with it Pedro.”

“Soo… Fermin’s drunk.” he finally confessed and your eyes went wide, you even checked the time again to see if you lost track of time.

“It’s only 7.45. How?” you were baffled with Fermin’s choices but still had a question needed answering.

“Yeah so it’s actually a funny story-

“Pedro why did you call me? Did something happen to him?”

The thought made your blood run cold.

“No no don’t worry we’re fine. It’s just, we don’t have a ride back.”

“Back from where?”

“Um, sorry yeah just, what’s the address?” he asked clearly talking to someone next to him and as soon as you heard a high pitched female voice you got the gist of the situation.

They went to some girls’ place and now that their business’ was over needed someone to rescue him before the public sees them.

“Just text me the address.” you huffed annoyed, didn’t even let him answer and hung up.

It’s not like you didn’t know the boys were doing this stuff, they were young famous and rich. Of course they had every right to enjoy their life, it’s just…

It’s just whenever Fermin was in a situation like this, it was always with Pedri and it annoyed you. Pedri as a whole annoyed you yes but the fact that he was with a different girl sometimes more times than he actually plays football was unsettling and unnecessary even.

He reminded you of those people on Too Hot To Handle like come on one week without sex couldn’t be that bad. You went without it for… a really long time. And he wasn’t even that good looking to begin with so you could never understand why those girls were throwing themselves at him. Yes his eyes were shining bright whenever he was in a good mood, his jawline was damn near perfect and his smile was contagious but that’s about it. Pedri was not that great, or so Fermin said.

“Who’s that? Is that the infamous Pedri Gonzalez?” you asked Fermin when your eyes caught his at the party currently being thrown at Balde’s house. Fermin brought you because according to him, you really needed to let loose and get some vitamin d (his words not yours).

As soon as his eyes followed yours he immediately pulled you away shaking his head relentlessly.

“Oh no no no no no. No.”

“What?” you asked after looking at Pedri one more time and noticed he was still watching you.

“No, Y/N. Not him, anyone but him. Well, not anyone. I don’t really feel great about Ferran and Gavi would be a little complicated but even they’re okay but not Pedri.”

You tore your eyes from the gorgeous boy in the other corner of the room and looked at Fermin like he had grown another head.

“I just asked who he is” you defended yourself but Fermin was quick to cut you off.

“It always starts like that, then he’ll come over and charm you into the bed or worse, the restroom and bam! You’re left behind.” the way he described it made you sober up immediately.

“Gross”

“Exactly. So repeat after me. I”

“I”

“Will not”

“Will not”

“Sleep with Pedri”

“Sleep with Pedri” you repeated but was shocked to see Pablo passing by you and say it at the same time as you. Fermin was quick to hit his head and murmured a ‘cabron’ and you chuckled at their fight.

Fermin also lost his serious manner for a second and laughed but pulled himself together soon.

“Look Y/N I’m just trying to look out for you.”

“It’s okay Fermin, it’s not like I wanted to do it anyway. I’ll just steer clear of him.”

You really meant it and tried your best to avoid Pedri at all cost since the first time you’ve met and just kept it pleasant with small hi’s and bye’s but he really had a charming personality and his eyes were like magnets and no matter how hard you tried you’d still find yourself drawn to his eyes whenever you crossed paths.

Fermin saw it too and tried to warn you a few more times but you told him to knock it off because there was no way you’d ever stoop so low, right?

You really did find his behavior with women disgusting, even though he claimed he never indicated anything about a relationship or even a date you obviously knew all those girls were looking for it and were left heartbroken when Pedri shut them off completely after spending the night together. But he was the sweetest talker and it was so easy to fall into his trap, it was so lucky that you didn’t.

You finally arrived at the address Pedri texted you from Fermin’s phone about 20 minutes later and saw them waiting in the lobby of an apartment complex. They both had hoodies with sunglasses, if they were hoping to lay low this was really not it.

Pedri carefully laid Fermin in the backseat and got in the passenger side of your car. You didn’t even answer his hey and turned back to take a look at Fermin.

“Why would you drink this much?”

“Uh, I don’t think he can understand you at the moment” Pedri chimed in.

“And you! Why would you let him do this to himself?” you now pointed a finger at him.

“I wasn’t exactly with him while it happened.” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“Where were you? Oh” you said immediately knowing the answer.

“Did they at least sign NDA’s?” you asked slightly bitter. Although you tried your best to mask it with annoyance for Fermin’s state.

“Yeah yeah, Fernando’s handling it.”

It was the way he was so nonchalant that made your stomach turn. You turned the car on and started driving to Fermin’s place.

“Do you mind me putting on a song?” he asked after an uncomfortable silence and slightly nodded your head. He immediately connected to AUX and put on Bad Bunny.

After a minute Pedri started to silently sing along and you turned your head to his direction.

“You shaved.”

He was shocked you talked to him given the fact that you never did it if you weren’t forced to but quickly turned to look at you and scratched his chin.

“Yeah, it was getting hot.”

You turned your attention back to the road and answered, more to yourself.

“Well I liked it.”

“You did?” he asked with another shocked expression. Pedri sometimes assumed you didn’t even remember his name.

“Yeah well, it looked more mature but given your current state I think the childish look suits you better.” you chuckled and he joined you.

You didn’t even know why you told him you liked his bearded look, I mean you really really did but this was forbidden territory.

“I’m sorry you had to come to get us.” he said after another moment of silence.

“It’s alright. I didn’t have anything else to do and I couldn’t leave Fermin stranded.” you looked back at your best friend sleeping peacefully in the backseat.

“You really care about him.” he also looked back at the blond boy smiling.

“I do. He’s my best friend.”

The ride continued without another word from either of you and you finally pulled up to Fermin’s driveway.

You opened the back door and tried waking Fermin up but Pedri was quicker and got him up putting all his weight on himself and basically carried him in. You opened the door and let them in helping with Fermin’s bag while Pedri carried him upstairs to his room and came back a minute later. You were tidying up Fermin’s living room as he approached you.

“I think he’ll be fine.” he smiled.

“Thank you.” you said without glancing back at him expecting him to go crash in one of the guest rooms but he stayed still, making you realize for the first time in a year you were alone with none other than Pedri. Your body stiffened up and he noticed.

“Are you cold?”

“What?” you turned to him raising a brow.

“You’re shivering.” he motioned his head forward and had a sly smile on his face and your cheeks immediately burned with embarrassment. How could you possibly tell him it was because this was the first time they were alone (if you don’t count passed out Fermin upstairs) You were not cold in the slightest, actually your body was pretty hot.

“Uh yeah it’s chilly.” You tried your best to not look at him without being disrespectful, you didn’t want him to think you were a bitch just that you were his friend’s friend and that’s it.

“Do you need help with anything?” he asked bending down and picking an empty pizza box from the floor.

“No it’s okay, you can just go upstairs and rest.”

“I’m actually just gonna call an uber.”

“Uber?” you asked “You don’t have to do that you can stay here, Fermin wouldn’t mind.” you blabbered on but just as you shut up a voice in your head said maybe that’s not why he’s leaving. It’s still early, he’s not passed out drunk and he probably has many girls lined up waiting for a call.

“Or if you have somewhere to be, it totally cool.” you tried shrugging nonchalantly as if you didn’t care at all but probably failed. This conversation was becoming more and more difficult by the second.

“I have nowhere to be.” Pedri chuckled at your nervousness.

“Then you’re welcome to stay.” you once again turned to him for a second but that turned out to be a mistake on your part because Pedri was intensely watching your every move. Sometimes you wondered how many more people weren’t falling in love with him everyday, he could easily hold a meaningful eye contact every time your eyes met.

“What if we watched something?” he asked. “You love reality tv, right?”

You didn’t know what you were supposed to be more shocked about, the fact that he offered to watch something with you or that he knew your tv watching habits and stood still until you found the courage to speak up.

“Sure, why not?”

That’s how you ended up in this position with him, takeout boxes on the coffee table and sitting closely in the middle of Fermin’s l shaped sofa. Pedri could easily lay on the longer part as he already had his feet on that part but he opted to sit just next to you. Your thighs were centimeters apart and whenever he turned to you to laugh at something a cast member had said you’d feel his hot breath on your face. The setting felt too intimate for two people that were barely considered as friends yet alone one person with a pathetic little crush. You tried to ignore the feeling rising within you and tried your best to focus on the show but it was nearly impossible as Pedri once again made a comment about the sex drive the cast had and held your thigh in the process.

“I mean they have to be faking, this is too much even for me.” he laughed while your eyes were focused on his hand on your leg, you couldn’t even comprehend his comment for a second.

“Oh come on, you couldn’t even last a day there.” you teased having no control of your tongue. The comment was a surprise to both of you.

“You don’t think I can last a week without sex?” he raised an eyebrow smirking at you and you felt the tension in the air shift slightly.

“I don’t think you could last a day.”

“Now you’re being unfair.”

It was your turn to raise a brow being like ‘really?’

“I’m not that bad” he continued to defend himself but you weren’t convinced.

“Come on Pedri, I’ve heard the stories.”

“I’m perfectly capable of not doing anything with any girl for however long I want.” he looked around.

“Just look at us.” he motioned between you two and your eyes immediately turned to his hand still resting on your thigh. He retreated it slowly while awkwardly chucking. Even though you enjoyed the banter, the mention of you two brought back the awkward and painful feeling you had. Maybe he thought you were not hot enough to hit on.

Before you could answer you heard some noises from upstairs and went to check on Fermin. He was now up and in his en-suite crouched on the toilet ready to throw up.

“Y/N” he mumbled quietly and you bent down next to him.

“What did you even drink, my god Fermin you’re unbelievable.” you scolded the boy but this was you trying to be soft. He really shouldn’t put himself in these situations.

“What are you still doing here?” he asked trying to get out of your interrogation but you hesitated to answer.

“I- we were watching tv and had takeout.” you stammered and Fermin looked up at you with confusion.

“Who’s we?”

“Me and Pedri” you bit your lip because you knew what was coming.

“Y/N we’ve talked about this, you need to stay away from him.” Fermin said sounding exhausted both from his state and how many times he had to talk to you about Pedri.

“We’re just friends Fermin, he’s your friend too.” you said trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

“Yeah well I don’t wanna have sex with him.” you shushed him as fast as you could afraid that Pedri would hear it.

“Are you okay now?” you asked as Fermin stood up and washed his face.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Just gonna sleep it off.” he said as you were walking out to give him privacy. Just as you shut the door behind you you were faced with Pedri with a slight smirk on his face.

“Do you wanna have sex with me?”

You were stunned to say the least and couldn’t even muster a word just let out a nervous laugh.

“What?”

“I heard Fermin”

“Look Pedri I don’t know how much you heard but he’s out of his mind and was saying some extremely dumb stuff.” you tried to move past him but he placed a hand gently on your waist to prevent you from running away from this highly embarrassing situation and slowly leaned into your ear to whisper.

“You know Y/N, all you have to do is ask.” you could basically hear the smile he had on as he spoke and hated yourself for not being more calm and being as wet as you are

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ooh not sure about this one really but hope you enjoy loves💖

[froggibus]

Hi! I really love your writing and the father hcs of genji, reaper, and cassidy really got me thinking…

could we get a breeding fic of one of those three? your pick, ofc. hope you’re doing well btw!!!

- anon 🤍🕷️

Trying for a Baby - Cole Cassidy

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x f! reader (reader uses female pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Cass wants to try for a baby, and he wants to do it right now

CW: smut, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, impreg?, nipple play, oral, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (I mean what did you expect lol), creampie, finger sucking, kinda cum play?

so I have NSFW requests for both reaper and genji rn do i decided to go with Cass (even tho I really wanted to do all three). I haven’t wrote a smut request in so long tho so hopefully this isn’t horrible

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When you and Cassidy decided to have a baby, you didn’t think he meant right now. But sure enough, the cowboy was gripping you under your thighs and whisking you away to the bedroom.

“Cass,” you giggle and slap his shoulder, “I didn’t mean right now.”

“I did,” he shrugs and nips at your neck, facial hair tickling the sensitive skin.

He tosses you onto the bed, cold air brushing your sensitive skin as you tumble to the mattress. You shake your head at him, laughing at his antics. The cowboy joins you on the bed, tugging his shirt off before leaning down to kiss you more.

He tastes like the cheap whiskey he’d been drinking mixed with cigars, and you’re addicted to it. You open your mouth and let him shove his tongue inside, his teeth catching your bottom lip. 

You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as close to you as possible. He pulls away with a gasp, amber eyes staring at you intensely. 

“You’re sure you wanna do this, pumpkin?”

You nod eagerly, your voice coming out breathy and weak, “s-so sure.”

He grins at that, moving his lips away from yours and down to your neck. He sucks and nips at your collarbone while his calloused hands trail up your stomach. 

As soon as his thick fingers make it to your sensitive nipples, you whine and arch your back into him. He slips a hand under the small of your back, forcing you closer to him. 

His warm mouth wraps around one of your sensitive nipples, the sheer heat of it makes you drool. He moves on to the other side, teeth gentle grazing the sensitive skin there. You try to whine and move but his grip is so strong, he effortlessly holds you in place. 

He starts to trail kisses down your stomach, sucking the skin until it’s wet and blowing on it just to laugh at the shivers it elicits. His hand makes it to your panties, fingers caressing your slick through the fabric. He almost laughs at how wet you are. 

“C-Cass,” you throw your head back, arching your hips towards his hand. 

He plants a sloppy kiss to the waistband of your panties, making eye contact with you as he bites the fabric. He winks at you, using his mouth to rip them down to your thighs. 

You shiver as the cold air makes contact with your throbbing heat. You can feel his finger hovering just above his clit, feel his hot breath between your legs. 

It feels like years before he taps your clit with the pad of his finger, rubbing harsh circles. You whine from the friction and the sensitivity, only egging him on more. 

His mouth makes it to where you need him most, lips attaching to your sensitive clit. The pleasure forces the air from your lungs, your hand reaching down to tangle in his hair and tug him closer. You can feel him smile into your pussy. 

He slips a finger inside of you, sliding in easily from how wet you are. It only takes a few thrusts before you’re almost crying and panting, thrusting your hips against his face and trying to fuck yourself on his finger. 

It’s not enough, though. You don’t want his finger, you want him. You want him to fuck you into the mattress, to bottom out with every thrust. You want him to fuck you until he cums and then keep fucking his cum inside of you, you want him to fuck you until his cum takes and he successfully breeds you. 

“Please just fuck me,” you whimper. “Need it so, so bad.”

He pulls away with a grin, amber eyes darkened with lust. “You’re that desperate for me to breed you, hm? Just wanna feel my cum fucked deep into you, is that it?”

You bite your lip and nod eagerly, spreading your legs as far as you can. You want him to know he has complete access to you, complete permission to use you as he pleases. 

He drops his pants in an instant, throwing them and his underwear to the floor. His cock is painfully hard, already dripping precum. You lick your lips at the thought of tasting it. 

He rubs the head of his cock through your folds, the hot slick and saliva that gathered there smearing across his cock. He moans from the feeling. 

“So wet already,” he groans. “So wet from the thought of me cumming inside of you.”

“Stop teasing and just—”

He thrusts into you, cutting you off with a moan. His thick cock pushes its way inside of you, splitting you open around his girth. Despite how wet and ready you are, you never get used to how big he is. 

He lifts your legs onto his shoulders, pulling out and bottoming out once again. Every thrust is punctuated with you moaning in unison. Waves of pleasure travel up your spine with every movement. 

You can feel his big cock inside of you, the tip rubbing against your cervix. The pressure builds more and more, and with every hit of his thick cockhead against your bruising cervix, your eyes are rolling back in your head. 

Cass wipes a trail of drool from your mouth, gathering it on his finger and shoving it past your lips. You don’t even think, you just start sucking on it. 

Just the sight of you all wet and hot for him, sweaty and needy and sucking on his finger, has him close. He picks up the pace, one hand squeezing your hip dangerously tight to keep forcing himself as deep as he can go. 

“G-gonna cum soon,” he breathes, “gonna fucking cum inside of you and give you a baby. You’d like that, hm?”

You can’t even speak, your words failing you. You can vaguely hear yourself babbling about how deep he is, how good he feels, but you’re barely aware of anything around you. A few more thrusts and you’re cumming, cunt clenching around him and muscles spasming. 

His hips start to stutter, his thrusts getting sloppier. He completely bottoms out inside of you, using your hip to hold you flush to him. You can feel hot spurts of cum deep inside of you, rope after rope filling you up. 

He pulls out with a sigh, rolling off of you. “Fuck,” he pants. 

“Fuck,” you agree. 

You can feel his cum starting to drip onto your thigh, but Cass isn’t having it. He collects the excess on his fingers and shoves them back inside of you, plugging the cum inside of you. 

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you laugh weakly. 

He kisses your nose. “Yeah we are.”

[fatuismooches]

Sobbing rn I just got hit with the cutest hurt/comfort idea for fragile!reader and Dottore

(The hurt in this instance is just fragile!reader's self deprecating inner monologue 😭)

What if reader was the sort who fussed over their appearance a lot? In the Akademiya they wouldn't be caught dead with dark circles under their eyes or having their hair messy.

Even if they did pull all nighters for a project, they always found time to put just a little bit of make-up on to lighten up their eyebags, and always had a simple yet neat hairstyle in mind in times they're in a rush.

They might be perishing from all the studies and assignments but they're going to look good doing it!

This made Reader and Zandik an even odder pair in the Akademiya. Reader who is always neat and in style, versus Zandik who just spent the whole night taking apart a ruin guard somewhere in Avidya Forest until the sun rose and he showed up as is.

That was one of the features Zandik found 'annoying' about Reader before they got together. Like - ugh they're so bubbly and energetic! They're running around everywhere and they're so chatty! Them with their— nice hair! And— pretty eyes, and those robes that actually fit them as if they were tailored! How pretentious of them— (he was down bad. Bro was coping with anger to bat away the feels)

But of course, that was all in the past. In the present, Reader can't take care of their appearance anymore. They couldn't even pick up a hairbrush, their joints ached horribly, they don't have the strength to hold something so light, they don't have the energy to do the basic care of untangling the strands of hair either.

They can't stand looking at their own reflection. That sense of 'wrongness' they couldn't fix, what they couldn't hide. How desperately they wanted to put just a little bit of blush at least, to give their skin some life with how sickeningly pale it was, no longer warm and saturated as it used to be.

They can't look at their eyes either. The greying, sagging bags beneath their lids was a taunt. No amount of sleep would get rid of them.

They can't wear outfits that were too elaborate. Their temperature fluctuated too much, a deathly cold beneath their skin, then a sudden spike in heat as if they were being scorched by the desert sun. They have to wear basic garments, comfortable without hindering layers to slow down their daily check-ups.

Reader is thankful for the segments caring for them, they really are. A segment brushing their hair while talking to them is a highlight of their day.

But... it wasn't the same.

Of course it wouldn't be, the segments were carers, nor stylists.

Still, the fact that they had no control over their appearance and presentation had their mental state withering.

Dottore noticed this. How withdrawn his dear had become. They had their days of silence, yes... but this was more sombre than usual.

He concludes that their illness was flaring up again, and that they were masking their pain instead of consulting with him. He comes to their room of course, his current duties be damned (not that he could've been productive even if he had wanted to, the Segments were restless and shrinking away from their tasks, their darling's current disposition bothered them.)

Opening the door slightly to enter, he sees them blankly staring at their reflection, prodding a finger on their prominent eyebags, rubbing their cheek to see if it would redden.

Ah... how could he had forgotten that. They were once very particular of how they looked. He should have known this possibility, witnessing their own sickly reflection would be distressing...

[The Crow visits a certain Dove. Despite how stiff and vague the Doctor had been with his words, the Damsalette only tittered in understanding, and imparted the knowledge he was seeking.]

The next day, Reader is sat on their vanity, waiting for a Segment to tend to them (always with a little bit of struggle to walk in the morning, but it's the least they could do to be less of an inconvenience already.)

The minutes tick by... he's late. Did something happen?

More time goes by, and they become more worried. They were about to get up and search before the door creaks open.

Zandik...? And he's carrying a... why does he have a bag?

They have plenty of questions. Why the late arrival? What was in the bag? Why was Zandik himself here?

Before they could ask all of this, however, he sets the small bag down on the vanity. He riffles through it... are those make-up brushes?

Wait, make-up?

The next half-hour was spent in stunned silence for Reader's part, Zandik was silent as well out of careful concentration. Gently applying everything, his touch on the brush strokes and blending soft... applying gloss on their lips.

Once Zandik moves on to their hair, they finally catch a glimpse of their reflection. Their cheeks were rosey, the dark circles under their eyes concealed, their lips no longer appearing dry, and instead plump and shimmering.

Oh.

... they almost looked like the way they were before their illness.

Almost.

But it was enough.

(Reader tries so hard not to cry. Fighting back tears, not wanting to ruin the make-up Zandik so diligently applied. Once Zandik was finished with their hair... they may have hiccuped a little bit.)

They may no longer have that upbeat energy they once boasted... but it was comforting to see their old reflection once again. It had been far too long.

You know, I really love this ask because my whole life I've pretty much never used make-up even though I want to so having Dottie do it for me heals me a bit. Also, I'm not very knowledgeable on it so apologies if anything is wrong. Okay, I'm done. 🤏

In all honesty, Dottore was never one to care much for outward looks but he has to admit that you still always manage to look good despite all of the work from school plus all of the work you help with for his experiments, plus... literally everything life throws at you. Yet you still bounce back like it was nothing. The scholar still had not discovered your secret to this yet despite observing you for so long, which furthered his interest in you even though he didn't admit it.

Zandik did maintain his appearance, to an extent of course as he didn't go out of his way to look great, but nothing compared to the effort you put in. So while he did look presentable most of the time, there have been quite a few times you made him late to class because there was no way you were going to let him out looking like that. You don't regret it, even when you get weird looks from the other students. Being 'odd' with your equally as odd lover was nothing to worry about, in your humble opinion.

Although Zandik couldn't hope to understand your strange nature, always mumbling under his breath about you while you laughed at his comments, he also couldn't help but enjoy being around you. You kept him on his toes (your words, not his.)

Unfortunately, this nature and style of yours gradually dissipated into nothing when your illness struck. At first, you refused to accept it, pushing yourself to do what you usually did but soon enough you realized that it simply wasn't going to work out. You had all these tools and resources and options in front of you but you couldn't use them anymore. The self-consciousness only grew more and more each day as you struggled to see yourself as beautiful - struggled to see yourself as a person Dottore would find beautiful.

Of course, your gratitude to the segments couldn't be properly expressed or put into words. You quite literally wouldn't be here without them. However, it is still incredibly demoralizing to be unable to do what you once loved. You really did love them, but... it wasn't enough.

Dottore, despite spending much time in his lab or elsewhere, still kept tabs on you of course. Not just as your doctor, but as your lover, it was important. He had seen you at your lowest numerous times before, comforting you through the worst moments, and he was angered - not at you of course, but rather at himself for being unable to do anything that would be enough for you. Yet he continued, even when you hid yourself from him.

This time, however, maybe the scientist could do a bit more. He doesn't particularly... approve of the Third, or your "friend", but she's far more knowledgeable in this area than he'll ever be. Thankfully, she didn't tease him too much, knowing of your current state.

Dottore had never been one to take much interest in your make-up or style, preferring to simply watch as you worked your magic. So seeing him walk in with make-up makes you think you're still dreaming. (You remember laughing at his segment's various fashion tastes when you woke up though.)

The questions die on your lips the moment he lays everything out and the soft brush tickles your face, not to mention how he's obviously inexperienced yet he's still doing a good job. A part of you aren't surprised because of course he'd be skilled at most things, but still, you thought Celestia would sooner fall on Teyvat than Dottore do your make-up for you. Slowly, you watch as he transforms your face into something that was once dearly familiar.

It's not the same. It may never be. But it's more than enough for you, to revisit the old days that you loved so much. You fear you may cry full-on if you speak, so a simple kiss on your husband's face will have to do.

But regardless of what you look like, no matter how much your body and looks will change, Zandik will always view you as the most beautiful creation on this planet.

[kae-eee]

all my thoughts about apple white i can remember rn because im so unnormal about her

she’s been best friends with dexter forever after, ashlynn and briar are just her main friend group because they’re the most popular fairytale princesses

shes a little envious of dexter who’s allowed to just wear his glasses without an issue

walks into walls and trips on the stairs regularly, she plays it off well

she had the biggest crush on ashlynn when they were like 13, it never fully went away

a little part of why she was so hurt during true hearts day

shes known the charmings her entire life and always took to the twins more than daring

her mother wasn’t happy about that

her favorite color isn’t red

apples make her throat feel fuzzy, what could that mean?

i also think she’s allergic to honey or dairy idk

hella people were scared to tell her who actually woke her up, she didn’t find out till a while later

and she very much faked now being head over heels for daring after she woke up until someone told her

she also thought he was just getting cold feet now that he was avoiding her

wearing her crown so much gives her migraines

and i think it’d be worse for her than other royals because hers is probably bigger

really really easily annoyed

dislikes blondie due to her lack of respect for boundaries, she’s only told raven and dexter this

coldest take but she’s autistic

snow won’t get her tested

queen of masking

does not stfu (yapple white!!)

talks fast as fuck too (yapple white!!!!)

had the biggest fuckin fit when one reflection broke up

i think her and darling were also quite good friends when they were little, but they had different interests and grew apart

im not exactly a dappling shipper, but apple romanticized the hell out of darling once she came to terms with who woke her

also it took her a really, really long time to come to terms with it

super easily annoyed (i cant remember if i already said this)

and her lowest grade is her diplomacy class because of it

shes still acing it though

i think she likes to make jewelry but doesn’t often because it roughs up her hands

like metal jewelry not bracelets made of beads, those wouldn’t mess up her hands

deadliest puppy dog eyes you’ll ever see

noise sensitive

refuses to think about her gender identity and expression because she has a nagging feeling she may bump into something that she’s not ready to unpack

i’d like to think she could hear during her enchanted sleep but then idk how she wouldn’t know daring didn’t wake her

very judgy, trying to unlearn it post way to wonderland

learned it in the first place from her mother

doesn’t text with emojis at all

horrible at replying to messages

hemophilia

broke a bone or two on the way down the well

and those spots ache when it rains

cat person

and she really fucks with orange cats

i wanna say she texts like a grandma

it’s ominous as hell

“hello briar…i’ve seemed i’ve fallen ill…may you inform me on our assignment for princessology… good day..”

the type to remind the teacher of the homework

enjoys to dissect things, but that’s not very princess like is it?

raven snores and apple debates on smothering her every other night

girly needs her beauty sleep

awhile after she’s found out darling woke her up and her destiny may not be as straight cut as she thought, her identity crisis hit her around eleven or twelve at night on a random ass thursday, and raven has to talk down a sobbing screaming apple and get her to go to bed because neither of them are unpacking all that comphet right at that very moment

another cold take but the biggest control freak ever

type of girl to hijack every group project, and come in with her own presentation the day it’s due

a sour over sweet person

but sweet over savory

her mother would’ve dyed her hair if she wasn’t scared that it would get messed up

because blonde hair is better than fried hair

that’s all i’ve got for now, maybe I’ll add to this eventually.

[gloriousburden]

Wait I’m so emo rn over the difference of how openly Loki expresses himself/his own vulnerability in Thor versus how little he does a year later in The Avengers. Omg he’ll never be the same I’m sick he went through so much

After Thor, you can only see little glimpses of how openly he used to express himself/his vulnerability 😔😔😔😔😔😔 even though he was more expressive in Thor, he was also clearly holding back his feelings, had low self esteem, and trust issues EVEN THEN oh it just got a million times worse for him

He’s so cold in The Avengers. He has moments of smugness and mischief and sarcasm but behind all of that, he lost himself… omg he was so alone stop

And then on top of that, being alone in a cell for almost two years 😞😞😞😞😞😞

PLEASE take Loki’s suffering away, QUADRUPLE it, and distribute it to Odin, Thanos, Laufey, and anyone else who doubted him/made him feel horrible about himself!!

Give a little bit of that suffering to Bruce Banner/the Hulk too!

[daquila]

Three Promises [1/3] || Gojo Satoru x Reader

synopsis: a series of three promises that you’ve made with a certain sorcerer. this is part 1, so it’s highschool! gojo x reader! both of them are sorcerers.

synopsis: satoru cannot sleep without you

Being a teenage jujutsu sorcerer sucks. You, Suguru, Satoru, Shoko, and even your teacher never got any sleep! There were constant lessons, training sessions, and missions to comply with. If it weren’t for your friends, then you would’ve been insane by now.

Today was no different. Everyone but you had their day-offs, because the higher ups thought that you were the perfect person for the mission. You planned on resting today! I mean— you’ve had such a great day to begin with. You slept well, you ate well, and you even finished all of your chores!

It would’ve been such a perfect day— if it weren’t for a certain someone lurching over your shoulder. His antics were preventing you from leaving the school earlier, which was disrupting your mission.

He kept on shaking your shoulders, begging for you to cuddle with him for the night. You were aware of Satoru’s horrible sleep schedule, and he would only sleep well if you were right beside him.

“ I have plans tonight, ‘Toru. I really can’t sleep beside you tonight, “ you said, bringing up your phone to his face. “ See? I have an overnight mission in the outskirts of Tokyo. “

The sorcerer proceeded to release a whine so loud that it could’ve shattered glass. “ But Y/N, “ he groaned, “ I finally had a day-off today! “

“ I know— but I really can’t ignore this! The higher-ups assigned me to exorcise it by tomorrow morning. “ Satoru’s hands were still on your shoulders, squeezing, he finally let go of you before accepting his defeat. You then promised him that you would finish it at the speed of light, and you could’ve sworn that you saw his eyes light up.

Of course you kept your promise, and that very night, you managed to sneak inside his dorm and make your way into his bed. You noticed that he was still awake, eyes wide and staring into nothingness. Satoru’s body was lying down, frozen, and cold from the absence of your warmth.

“ You’re back, “ he said, patting to the empty side of his bed. You were still in your uniform, but you couldn’t really care much as you snaked your way in his arms. Satoru wrapped his legs around you, pulling you closer to his chest before kissing your forehead a silent ‘goodnight.’

A/N: this is a 100-follower special series<3 it’s shorter than usual but I have slight writers block rn hahaha

[the-potato-procurator]

hello !! hope you're having a good day/night

was hoping you could write headcanons for the courtiers (if you feel like it's a lot of work, Valerius alone would be fine) with a very affectionate s/o

(and sorry if my english is not great, it is not my first language^^)

Hello, lovely anon! Do not worry, English isn't my first language either and yes, you may have all five courtiers!

Vulgora

- At first it's awkward. VERY awkward. They are not used to gentleness, let alone affection

- The moment you embrace them, Vulgora freezes, looking down (or up) at you while they try to process what in the Devil's name you are doing

- You must consider yourself lucky. If it were anyone else they would've pulled a WWE on them and thrown the person in question across the room

- You know how touch averse people react when they receive a hug from someone they care about but they don't have the heart to tell them to stop? That's them rn

- When reality settles in, they pat your back slowly. If you laugh, they will turn beet red and ask you what's so funny

- You tell them they are cute

- "SHUT UP! YOU ARE THE CUTE ONE!" (Agressive flirting: check)

- It's okay, just give them time and space and they will eventually initiate the hugs themselves. Bone crushing hugs

- When they are finally comfortable with being touched at all, they are more than happy to receive your affections. Hugs, kissing, hand holding... You name it! Though, be warned, Vulgora's body temperature is above the average human's and varies depending on their mood

- They live for PDA and will show you off any chance they got

Valdemar

- Good luck trying to step close enough, it's like they can smell your intentions. The moment you reach out for them, they step away and look at you with the creepiest passive-agressive smile

- "Whatever do you think you are doing?"

- You tell them you just wanted a hug. They chuckle

- "No."

- If you somehow manage to make them feel the slightest amount of pity for you, they might allow you to embrace them... Once

- It's like hugging a corpse. They are boney, stiff and overall cold (both in a literal and rethorical sense)

- Don't expect this moment to last more than three seconds

- They don't mind your affectionate nature, even if they do not share or understand it at all, but just like they respect this behaviour of yours, they expect you to mind their boundries

- Never. I repeat, NEVER try to surprise them. They always have something sharp and dangerous between their hands and you might be stabbed

- But you are their friend, after all, so if by any chance they did hurt you, they will help you out. Just don't do that again

Volta

- This poor, poor baby. She NEEDS someone affectionate

- She is very clingy herself. She loves every and any type of physical contact as long as it's gentle and loving

- Holding hands has to be her favorite. Her tiny little grabbers are always on yours in almost every situation

- Did I mention how much she adores being carried? Please, hold her any chance you got. She is light as a feather, you won't have any problems

- Catch Vulgora gagging at how sappy the two of you are and telling you to get a room. You are happy, however, so you ignore their complaints

- She is very possessive. No one has ever been so kind to Volta

- "B-But MC! What if they take you away from Volta? Oh, she would be so sad... So sad..."

- Please, for the love of God, don't try to make her jelous. Not even jokingly. Her sensitive little heart is not able to take it and she will immediately start crying

- Overall you'll have to do lots of reassurance, and what better way to do that than to tell her how much you love her through cuddles?

- Volta just can't live without you now. She has horrible abandonment issues

Vlastomil

- Shyshyshy

- Take it easy with him, he might have a heart attack if you hug him out of the blue

- Catch him turning every different shade of red when you show the slightest sign of affection

- Don't get me wrong, he appreciates your display of emotion! He is just not used to it, much like every other courtier

- He has mixed feelings about PDA: he loves the fact that you don't mind being seen in public with him, but at the same time he feels everyone's eyes on him while you hold hands and that is not good for his social anxiety

- He is surprisingly good at hugging. He isn't too gentle or too harsh. He uses the perfect amount of pressure

- Expect a worm or two to sneak into your cuddle sessions

- "Apologies, darling! These little guys follow me absolutely every where"

- Don't worry, if you are not comfortable with his precious worms, he will make sure they are away for as long as you are there. That is not to say he won't try to show you they are harmless

Valerius

- Much like Vulgora, he is weirded out at first. He is not particularly fond of physical contact if any kind. Contrary to the Pontifex, Valerius is very much used to receiving affection (from his parents, that is)

- He stands perfectly still as you wrap your arms around him. It's... uncomfortable. For the both of you

- "Are you done, magician?"

- When you frown at his reaction, he chuckles. You freeze. He can smile? He can laugh?? He can feel any other emotion other than spite???

- Yes, of course he can. Only toward you, though. With everyone else he is still very dry

- Once he accepts his feelings toward you, he drops the mean attitude and turns into the sweetest man. He is very attentive, loving and (surprisingly) affectionate!

- He is not fond of PDA, though. Sure, he has no problem with a subtle flirting, maybe holding your hand for a while, but you won't catch him being all lovey-dovey in public

- He is a gentle lover and he only ever smiles around you. He has the softest, most sweet smile you have ever seen

- Cuddling is a foreign term to him, but does not mean he doesn't enjoy it!

- Valerius is not an over the top kinda guy, but that's what makes him special. He reserves his tender side for you and you only

There it is! Sorry, it took me quite a while! I struggled a bit with Valerius, but I finally figured him out! Thank you for your patience and hope you enjoyed 🩷

[t0ast-ghost]

So the thing is I wasn’t going to comment on the sixth episode. I just got home from a hella good play and I’m tired so I relax with Star Trek but holy shit

What IS that

With that HELLO and welcome to my first thoughts on the sixth episode (The Enemy Within) of the original Star Trek series

Here we go:

- that is a fucking dog

- IS THAT BLOOD?!? On Star Trek???

- so he got transporter cloned.. WHY IS HIS FACE LIKE THAT THO

- I like the fact it’s told a bit in retrospect, like it starts off with the star date and saying that at the time they didn’t know he got cloned

- MCCOY! His friendliness and then the “I have no sympathy for clumsiness” bro wha

- DONT YELL AT MCCOY

- McCoy not knowing what to do about Jim so he goes to Spock lol

- what the fuck is that fuckin thing, it’s rabid man.

- anytime someone is holding the creature there is literally no reason for them to be holding it. Like Kirk is just holding it and then HANDS IT TO SPOCK.. WHY IS THIS NORMAL NOW

- so do people casually just sit on tables here? First we had McCoy, now Spock. Is it just science/medical officers?

- Vulcan nerve pinch for the win

- POV your boyfriends are deeply concerned for your wellbeing (side note: bones looks so soft in the first pic. He cares so much)

- “you have a point, Spock.” “Yes. Always, doctor” STOP FLIRTING

- “If I seem insensitive to what you are going through, you must understand it’s the way I am.” HE SAYS THIS WITH ALL THE CARE IN THE DAMN WORLD. Spock is the most emotional character I have ever seen

- uh oh the circuits

- nooo Sulu! Do they not have better cold protection?

- YEAH I HOPE YOU’RE IN PAIN FUCKER

- so I think what they’re trying to promote is the idea that there’s the kind and indecisive side and the animalistic “sinful” side that has all the impulses and power to make decisions and together they work so that the former side can calm the latter to be more… civilized?

- “god forbid I have to agree with Spock” they’re married and you cannot convince me otherwise

- was that dog okay? Like it was really fuckin angry at something

- HES DEAD JIM MOMENT! WE HAVE A HES DEAD JIM MOMENT

- “for once I agree with you, doctor” THEY ARE MARRIED

- Spock is so riled up rn (every time he shows emotion I’m commenting on it because I think he is so so emotional but then his whole thing is he isn’t)

- SPOCK YOUR LOGIC ISNT LOGICING (having a human half and Vulcan half I think is a bit different than literally being split into two people, but what do I know)

- they are literally the angel and devil on his shoulder, but married, and also in love with him

- what no no bring Sulu back. That was such a good delivery of lines I am so

- this episode shows the power imbalance between Kirk and Janice and that messaging could be more powerful if they really wanted. Like showing how Janice felt forced to say she was okay with it and wouldn’t tell anyone because it was the captain I feel was a big step to take in the 60s (because it was rarely if ever talked about especially on tv) but it still wasn’t enough and was treated horribly in the end. They brush off her experience and also let Kirk be near her which is not okay. I know they wouldn’t but I wish they’d actually addressed the fact that Kirk can pretty much get away with anything and the crew wouldn’t/couldn’t stop him unless they deem it truly necessary (which would be way to far)

- I think the Kirk stuff could be more impactful

- some of those close ups on Kirk are crazy

- Bones is so damn worried about him in the transporter room

- SPOCK IS STRESSED AND HE HESITATES

- “the imposters back where he belongs, forget him” but isn’t the thing is that he is you? Like he’s still there and apart of you, Kirk

Okay, that’s episode six. I don’t have much more to say about this episode.

Ep 1

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[jealousjersey]

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋𓍢ִ🧤✧˚. under the weather ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🧤𓍢ִ✧˚.

mike schmidt x gender neutral reader (fluff)

εїз - you’re sick due to it being absolutely freezing outside and you refuse to wear a sweater (totally not self projecting)

εїз - a/n i’m so sick as i’m writing this this weather is killing me rn, no smut in this one sorry horny fellas

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ‧₊˚❀༉‧

in the winter you’ve always gotten a horrible cold, and mike is always prepared for this. every winter he tries his best to bundle you up before you go outside but you always swear “it’s not that cold out!” partially because you don’t like layering up and mostly because you like when mike takes care of you when you get sick.

but now you regret not wearing his jacket outside, it’s -10° out and you are freezing. all you want to do is sleep but mike wants to be by your side through this. mike has always taken a care-giving roll in your relationship, especially when you’re sick.

“i’ll be there in a second y/n! i’m cooking you some soup!” he yells from the kitchen, at this point you’ve got 3 comforters and a heater going but you are still so cold. “alright mike” you painfully yell back, your throat sore.

mike comes back with ibuprofen, a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a heating pad. he knows you so well. “stop don’t sit up let me get you comfortable!” he says clearly worried to death about you. mike lays you back down, uncovering you to hand you the heating pad.

“do you think you can handle some soup baby?” he asks you. “yeah i’ll be fine” you spit out, voice still raspy. it sounds like you’ve been smoking a pack a day since you were 2.

he gets out the tv dinner tray from the living room and brings it into your shared room. you take a sip of your soup and it’s way too hot, but you don’t want mike to be more worried so you play it off, asking for a glass of water.

mike holds your hand as he takes your temperature, still at 100°, coming down from the 102° you were at earlier but still not best.

mike makes you take the ibuprofen, although you say “i don’t need it! i’ll be fine i swear!” your voice shivering through your words. he knows you’re lying. “come on baby, take the medicine and you’ll feel better” he says

about 30 minutes after taking the medicine you start to feel a little better, but you still want mike to take care of you. he can see through you and rolls his eyes playfully, laying beside you in bed.