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leggerefiore · 1 year ago

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We’ve seen how Pokémon characters react to being sick but how would Maxie + various other Pokémon characters of ur choosing react to you being sick?

cw: reader sick with a cold

characters: Maxie, Archie, Lysandre, N, Guzma

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 The minute you begin to show signs of being ill, Maxie is banishing you to bed. Unlike with himself, he does not want to risk your pathogen spreading throughout his team and worries about your health. Unfortunately, he becomes a bit nervous to be around you due to a small bit of germaphobia. The redhead does get over it when you keep asking for him, however. This leads to him quarantining himself away with you to prevent further spreading it around. He also finds himself fretting over it being something worse than it actually is.

🪨 He sends out grunts to buy whatever you may possibly need to get over your bout of illness. Medicines, tissues, a humidifier, a dehumidifier, a heating pad – anything. Maxie is certain to make sure you have everything that could possibly aid you in getting over your sickness. He will help away any sweat from fevers and make sure that everything is clean around you both, too. Disinfectant is used gratuitously. Of course, excluding excessive physical contact. He loves you, yes, but he does not feel like joining you in bed-rest.

🪨 You watch him scramble out of your shared quarters at some lucid point of going in and out of consciousness and wonder what he is doing before passing back out. Yet, the slumber is short as the smell of something hot singes your nose. Maxie has returned with a soup, made by him. He may not be the best cook, but he carefully made a favourite quick meal of it to help boost you up. Its spice is nothing to scoff at, and somehow clears your sinuses from its sheer heat. You can only stare at him in wonder while downing water. Maxie seems very smug about this all.

🪨 Once again, cuddling is not happening. He cannot stand the idea of getting sick and being unable to focus on his work. Not to mention how certain he felt that Courtney sneaked into his quarters the last time he was sick and snapped a picture of him. Though, towards the end of the illness when he knows it's nowhere near as contagious as it was during the earlier stages, he may give in. He crawls under the covers at your side and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Your head ends up pressed to his chest as he tries to figure out how much longer you should be like this. At some point, you fall asleep, and he does not have the heart to push you away in the end.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 He honestly probably doesn't catch the earliest signs that you are getting sick. Archie just does not get sick often enough to understand what is happening. Though, after it becomes complete apparent you are ill, he makes sure you can be comfortable in bed. It most likely was something going around in Lilycove that his grunts accidentally brought in with him. The Aqua Leader ends up stuck at your bedside, too. Poor guy cannot handle his Luvdisc being in such a situation. (Shelly sprays him down with disinfectant when he leaves his quarters, knowing full well be didn't clean himself nor use any germ killer. She alone prevents the spread of the illness.)

💧 If you just vaguely mention wanting something while sick, he rushes out himself to get it. Local pirate man spied at a pharmacy buying up an inordinate amount of cold medicine. Probably got questioned by someone, but somehow got off. He also grabs whatever else you may have requested. Endless tissues, air humidifier (though it is probably unneeded in the seaside cave you live in), snacks, gifts – He runs into the Lilycove Department Store and nearly loses his mind. Archie just wants to help you get better as soon as possible.

💧 Somewhere in the madness of it all, grunts spy him in the hideout's kitchen. They can only wonder what he is making, but the smell of seafood clearly wafts through the air. You get pulled from a light slumber to a bowl of some kind of fish stew. Archie holds it out with big eyes. Needless to say, it was eaten by you. Even if Archie had to spoon it to you in a few moments of weakness. Truthfully, his cooking was not that bad. Just a tad heavy to consume while sick. You did somehow feel better after eating it, too.

💧 Honestly, when it comes to affection, he is all over his partner no matter what. Even if you are sick, he wants to be stuck to your side. You do not even have to ask for him to cuddle because his arms already tight around you and have you pulled into his chest. Your comfort is more than met. Archie even barely goes for kisses, despite the obvious risks. Your emotional needs are just as met as your physical needs. It made you wonder if that was why you became better so quickly. And, somehow, Archie managed not to get sick, either. His immune system appears to be something to be feared.

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ The tall man feels stricken when you begin to develop the tell-tale signs of a cold. Especially as you try to continue going throughout life as you usually do. Lysandre quickly works to change that. Right before your cold gets worse, you find yourself forced into bed by your very distressed boyfriend. He scolds you for neglecting your own health. His heart aches at the thought of you suffering for no reason. Needless to say, when a near seven-foot man tells you to rest, you probably end up resting. Your shared home is kept clean by his efforts and that of a housekeeper, thankfully.

☕️ He already buys you everything you could possibly want, adoring to shower his darling in gifts. But, now, he is doing it in a frenzy. Special orders for medicines he believes will truly aid in shortening your illness and help alleviate your more painful symptoms. Tissues are always in supply near you and anything from a humidifier to some weird home remedy he does not quite understand but nonetheless gets for you. He only wishes to bring you comfort and happiness in your unfortunate state.

☕️ It comes as no surprise that he makes sure all the food you eat (in general) is extremely healthy and filling. He only has the best made for you by a restaurant he finds to by one of the best in Kalos. Of course, there is a time you find yourself eating an unfamiliar soup after waking up quite late from a near all-day slumber. Its flavour is pleasant and there is clearly a lot of skill put into making the dish, but it was obviously not made by the usual person who apparently had been making your food. You only learn it was a personal recipe that Lysandre had made after getting over your sickness. Supposedly, it was something that Sycamore had made for him at some point during their long friendship.

☕️ Lysandre is a rare hesitant about affection while you are ill. The last thing he needs in his busy schedule is to be forced to rest. Team Flare would almost certainly fall about without his leadership, and his duties as the president of his labs would stack up to a distracting degree. Yet, still, when you look at him with pleading eyes in such a condition, he feels weak to his own love for you. He gives in, allows you cling to him. Perhaps a bit of physical comfort would give your immune system the boost it needed to get through all this. You both end up drowsing off, cuddled up together.

🌿N👑

🟢 He is not sure how to react when your cold becomes too obvious to ignore. Panic consumes as he thinks about statistics of deaths related to illness, before he recalls what his sisters used to do for him when he was younger. Suddenly, your green boyfriend is dragging you back to bed and demanding you rest. N is so very worried. He has never had to handle another person being sick, so having his lover be the first one is making him fret too much. Hilda finds herself in a hard place when N calls to ask what to do and has to give him a run-down. He was a very quick learner, thankfully.

🟢 He finds himself unsure what to get for your symptoms, so he probably nearly grabs one of everything for cold medicine in the hopes it makes you get better fast. This, too, means he ends up buying some strange homeopathic things, but honestly, it is the thought that counts. And, he did actually manage to grab a few helpful things in his whirlwind shopping trip. N was also careful to stock up on tissues and the like. He just wants to help you get better so desperately and seems to be trying literally everything to help you.

🟢 This includes cooking. While he is not too familiar with the skill, he quickly finds aid in both his pokemon and human friends. Hilda makes sure he follows the recipe as best as he can, while the pokemon bring him the best ingredients out from the wild (besides what he had to buy). The dish is carefully made before being brought to you as you wake up from an extended nap. The soul is very herbal and probably skews a bit too bitter, but the love N put into making it is obvious. (You did feel strangely more energetic after finishing it, too.) He is happy that you enjoyed his desperate attempt to cook for you.

🟢 Poor green boy is stuck to you like glue while you are in such a state. The fear of getting sick does not even occur to him, all he simply wants to do is make you feel better. His affection is always so gently and warm with a hint of desperation. You probably feel completely at ease with the near always present touch of your adoring boyfriend. Thankfully, his immune system is hardened from his youth spent partially in the forest, so he does not get sick too easily. Though, he trusts if he falls ill that you would care for him all the same as, he did for you.

💀Guzma🕶

□ The minute you begin to show signs of sickness, Guzma honestly begins to worry. He does not express it aloud, of course. His reputation must be upheld, but you do notice him pushing you to rest. Whenever he gets up, he is extra careful to keep quiet and scolds any grunts making noise outside his room. Big bad Guzma just wants his partner to rest and get over whatever was coming over them quickly. Eventually, though, he does actually demand you rest. Your steps were a bit too wobbly for him to want you wandering around in the endless rain of the dilapidated Po town.

□ Poor guy rushes into a pharmacy in a near frenzy trying to find things he swore worked the last time he came down with something. The clerk can only watch this delinquent scrutinises an antihistamine like he actually understood how the active ingredients worked. Eventually, he settles on two he trusts before buying them, heading back to you. He also grabbed a few boxes of tissues, but they go so fast he finds himself out buying more a day later. Guzma also grabs anything else he thinks might help. Like tea. His mom always told him to drink tea when he was sick, so it has to work. (He has no idea what he is doing, but he is trying his best.)

□ At some point, he realises there is no food in Po town that is good for someone who is sick, so he has to grab ingredients while he is out buying more tissues. It feels like a never-ending cycle of madness. Then, when it came down to actual cooking, he tried his best to make something edible. That failed, however, and he instead returned to the tried and true canned soup. Hopefully, chicken noodles would cure your ailments. You happily eat the soup, and thank him for going out of his way for you. He can only give a laugh.

□ He does hesitate a bit when you first get sick with affection. Guzma actually despises feeling ill due to the weakness associated with it. But, when you tug on his jacket when he is about to leave, he finds himself relenting a bit. Fine, yeah, he will cuddle his sick partner. If he gets sick, then thankfully he already has medicine to take and a stash of canned soup. It also feels nice to comfort you as you nuzzle into his chest. You probably hate being in your condition in a place like this. He just combs his fingers through your hair and gives you a light scalp massage. At some point, you both fall asleep.

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luwritesomething · 2 years ago

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hey!! i saw what you wrote about mickey, billy and stu taking care of the sick reader. so i was wondering if i could request something with billy and stu x the reader? basically, stu ends up catching the world’s WORST cold. we’re talking the poor love can barely get through a sentence because he keeps sneezing, shivering, and my god it is tissues galore up in this house.. SO, billy and the reader step up and insist on taking care of him! (sick stu would be so fucking adorable)

(also it’s up to you if you want to include billy or not!!) i don’t mind at all!)

ps: your work is absolutely AMAZING!! :)

Stu Macher Heacanons: Him catching a cold would include...

Warnings: Swearing lol, probably typos or bad constructed english, poly!ghostface (aka poly relationship between reader and billy/stu. not a warning in reality)

Edited?: Like always, no.

Reader's pronouns: Not stated, gender neautral (reader gets called 'angel' once)

Summary: Stu catching a terrible cold!!!!

Author's note: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING FOR STU, I LOVE YOU. he gives me so much comfort <3 i made this in the form of headcanons, hope you don't mind. also, anon is referring to THESE headcanons, so you should go and check them out. also thank you so much for the compliment, you're lovely <3 here's my billy and stu playlist because why not.

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko and laura crane.

i feel like you wouldn't find out about him actually catching a very bad cold until billy appeared on your doorstep with the news.

it would literally go like this,,,

"billy?"

"we're going to stu's. he's sick."

"oh, hell."

it wasn't often that stu got sick, but you knew the eternal annoyance journey a sick stu would put you through.

you still love him, he's always so adorable, but oh sick stu...

the firsts days are the worse for him, because those are the days in which he really feels sick and he's shivering and coughing and covering himself up in blankets.

but once those days pass... he becomes a menace.

billy is the bad cop, you're the good one. neither of you had really realized the reality of that dynamic until a bedridden, fiverish stu called you out.

you two have learned to take advantage of that, though

"i said put the fucking thermometer!"

"NO!"

"stop yelling, you two! stu, please, put it on."

"...fine."

billy makes him soup, and during the few times you don't stay by stu's side, you help billy with whatever he's doing in the kitchen.

first time, stu accidentally poured the soup over himself because of his hands shaking so much and the three of you panicked.

constantly checking for fever, by putting either your hand or lips to his forehead.

billy can take a lot of things, but not snots. he gets really grossed out at the amount of tissues in stu's room, so if stu is too sick or tired to throw them out, you do it for him.

the amount of attention he receives from the two of you is worth the cold for stu.

"i'm sick of the soup."

"c'mon, stuwie. billy made it for you. have one more spoon?"

if billy loses his patience with stu, you're there to ease him and ground him.

and it works the other way around, because stu may call you angel, but everyone can lose their patience.

when billy starts getting tired of stu's sickness, he locks himself somewhere else and copies homework and the notes that stu has missed from school. it helps him stop being so cranky.

"you can't smoke when you're sick."

"...please?"

"... i can't say no to you. if billy finds out we're dead, so make it quick."

watching movies with him !!! even if he keeps sneezing !!!

y'all can't cuddle like you use to, but billy sits on the floor, you sit on a chair and stu sits on his bed as you all watch the movie on his bedroom's tv.

okay, listen !!

reading to him so he falls asleep. hell yeah,,,

billy would read him stephen king or some of his scary books, and you read him whatever he wants --- even if it's just comics.

he's just so happy about having you two taking acre of him.

#stu macher #billy loomis #stu macher x billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader x billy loomis #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader x stu macher #scream #scream 1 #scream 1996 #scream franchise #scream fandom #lu write #my writing #writing #headcanons

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animeyanderelover · 1 year ago

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Tags: @flaming-vulpix

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess, abduction, death

The Little Merman Pt.3

Part 2

"Ikuya, just hold still! The doctor won't hurt you!"

You had to press him down by the shoulders, the scene reminiscent of a time where your family used to have one dog which had hated it to be touched when she had somehow hurt herself. Ikuya let out whimpers as he squirmed around in your hold, recoiling whenever the doctor touched him. His amber-colored eyes were looking at you pleadingly as his voice was still too raw and hoarse to use since whatever flu had abruptly hit him nearly two weeks ago. His skin was still burning with his fever and his movements were sluggish as his body was heavy and exhausted.

“Hmm, has his condition become worse or slightly better since my last visit?”

“Slightly better, doctor. But he’s still very weak.”

“The medicine I’ve prescribed?”

“I’ve been giving him the medicine everyday. It at least helped him to sleep better.”

You glanced worriedly at the doctor. You were concerned for Ikuya’s help since he had been in this weak condition for over one week already. You didn’t want to tell him this but in your eyes he just was very delicate so you feared that the sickness would be too much of a toll for him. After all, he had told you that he had lived sheltered on an island for years with his family. He probably wasn’t used to a lifestyle like yours.

“Is… Is he going to be fine, doctor?”

The older man gave you a short laugh when noticing your worried expression.

“Now, now, (y/n). No need to give me such a dejected look. His condition might be weak but it’s nowhere near life-threatening. I’d say if you take care of him like you’ve done until now, he’ll be fine in a week or two. Just continue to give him the medicine.”

You nodded, feeling a weight drop from your heart as you chose to believe the doctor. You’d grown attached to Ikuya in the four months he’d been with you so you wanted him to get fit again.

“Thanks for dropping by again. I can’t thank you enough.”

The doctor waved his hands dismissively.

“No need to thank me. You know that I’ll gladly drop by. Your parents were good friends of mine…”

His eyes shortly darkened as they filled with sadness and weakness and for a moment he looked like he had aged significantly before he resumed his mild grin.

“If anything should happen, just inform me.”

You escorted him out of the house and stood in the doorframe as you waved him goodbye, watching how he disappeared in the woods to walk back to the small town. You hadn’t shown it earlier but now your eyes showed pity as you watched his back in the distance. You’d known him since your earliest childhood days and knew how much he had lost in his life. His wife had died in an accident as her horse had thrown her off and she had smashed her head against a rock, his parents and siblings had passed away years ago, his best friends and also your parents had drowned away and then his only child had been gone missing mysteriously years ago although rumors had it that they’d been kidnapped by the man that had randomly appeared years ago. Your memories were hazy as you had been very small during that time but the one thing you still remembered about that scary man were his cold and unsettling purple eyes that had gazed cruelly at everyone he had laid eyes upon. Gossip in the town by people who had clearer memories of that time than you had told that the only one who had been granted his warm gaze had been the child of the doctor. The doctor truly had lost so much and yet continued to move on. His strength was inspiring.

“I know it tasted awful but it’ll help you, I promise.”

You said as you tried to reason with Ikuya to take the medicine that he hadn’t liked from day one. You understood him of course, it smelled bitter and was viscous from it’s texture, not even to mention that the brown-green color of it made it look everything but appetizing. But as your parents had always told you: “It doesn’t have to taste good, it’s just supposed to help you recover.”

He made a grimace as you nearly shoved the spoon in his mouth and the bitter texture spread on his palette, for a short moment you feared that he’d gag but Ikuya managed to force it down his body with an audible gulp.

“There we go. Now you should try to sleep a bit more. You need all the rest that you can get to get better.”

You told him as you pulled the blanket up his body and helped him to lay back down in the bed. You took the warm rag from his forehead, wrung it out before dipping it in cool water to place it onto his warm forehead again.

“So, if you need help with anything, just make yourself noticeable somehow so that I can assist you in whatever way I can.”

You reminded him before standing up from the bed, ready to head to your own room and rest for the night. Just as you were about to leave though, you were stopped by his soft hands weakly grasping your wrist. You turned to him with a slightly surprised look as you wondered what he could want from you.

“S-stay a bit longer with me.” He croaked out with his hoarse voice as good as he could, his eyes staring at you with a frightened gaze. You’d sort of known that he had separation anxiety but it had gotten worse since he had fallen ill. You bit your lip as you saw his gaze that made your heart always waver with guilt. He looked too innocent, too weak, too fragile in such moments as if he would fall apart if you wouldn’t be there for him. You gave in with a sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Only until you’ve fallen asleep.”

You couldn’t even have imagined how happy those words made Ikuya. He had been miserable ever since the mysterious sickness had gotten him and had practically immobilized him. He assumed that it must have been a curse of the sea wizard due to breaking his promise, one that took time to heal. Time that he needed to make you love him.

Instead he could barely go to the bathroom alone as you had to help him with everything. He hated it as much as he loved it at the same time. He’d never been this helpless before in his life and it was humiliating but at the same time he couldn’t help but bask in all of the attention and care you gave him. A part of him couldn’t help but believe that this meant that you loved him too, even if you hadn’t spoken those words yet.

He sluggishly crawled closer to where you were sitting before slowly wrapping his arms around your hips, his head moving up to lay in your lap. You weren’t prepared for this so you flinched surprised upon witnessing his move. Initially you were fully prepared to berate him for this, teach him some boundaries but words failed you when you glanced down at Ikuya. He had closed his eyes, breathing softly with his cheek smushed against your thigh. He looked peaceful and calm for the first time since he’d fallen ill as you knew best how much this sudden disease had worn him down. So you bit your tongue, out of pity, and allowed him to lay in your lap, dozing away to a happy dream in which both of you were lovers and he showed you his own home.

It took him weeks until the worst passed by. He still wasn't completely healed but at least now he could walk without your support, even if he was still feeling wobbly on both of his legs. Throughout the entire time where he had been seriously ill though, you never left him once. You catered to his needs as much as you could, took excellent care of him and stayed with him when he got anxious. Multiple times he'd woken up to you sitting on a chair next to his bed, your head tilted over the back of the chair in a position that would surely give you a stiff neck yet you never complained. Because it all was for him. You cared for him! You loved him! It must have been love that made you sacrifice all your time and comfort in favor of nursing him back to health!

"You're looking really better now. The medicine of the doctor is really working now." You beamed happily as you shoved a spoon full of vegetable stew in your mouth, munching on it. Ikuya gave you a flustered grin, happy to finally feel better as well as seeing you in such a happy mood to see him well. You were happy because he was finally feeling better... The thought of it made him blush a bit and he shyly averted his eyes to his soup plate. He lifted his own spoon, carefully blew at the steaming food before eating his own share. "It's also because I had you to look after me..." He finally decided to speak up bashfully, although his voice was still very quiet.

"Don't mention it. I'd hate to see someone precious to me suffering. Also, I have lots of experience with taking care of sick people. I had three younger siblings after all."

His heart soared in Ikuya's chest when you mentioned that he was someone precious to you. A giddy feeling took over him, one that almost made him want to skip happily across the room as he helped you cleaning up the table, trying his best to stay stable on his slightly shaky knees. They had felt weird since a few days but you had told him that it probably was the aftereffects of his passing illness. It made sense in his head.

"I'm heading down into the village. I promised to help the fisher there to help them navigate since the weather is a bit rough today. We'll share the money the catch will bring us. You're fine with being alone for a while, right?"

He wasn't and Ikuya wanted to tell you so too. But guilt held him back as he knew that you had already neglected your own work enough for him. So he hid his hands behind his back as they had started trembling as the idea of you leaving him distressed him and gave you a weak smile. "I'll be fine, don't worry."

You didn't look fully convinced but decided to just have faith in him since you'd hate breaking your promise to the people down there. There was also this urgent matter to take care of...

"(y/n)?" Ikuya asked carefully when he noticed that you had spaced out, looking like you were deep in your thoughts. You snapped out of it when you heard his tender voice.

"Don't forget that the doctor will be coming later today to see how you're doing. I might not be back by that time so you'll have to open the door for him." You reminded him quickly before dressing up for the windy weather outside.

"See you later." You told Ikuya before closing the door.

"See you later." Ikuya muttered under his breath even though you couldn't have possibly heard him then as you were already out of the house. He stared at the door dreamily before walking up the stairs, the feeling of giddiness still etched into his chest. He had a good feeling about this. It would all work out. He was sure of it.

Just when he was about to step up the last few stairs, a sudden wave of pain suddenly hit him. It knocked the air out of his lungs as his legs gave in under him due to the painful cramps. All strength left his legs for a moment and it was only because he was thrashing around with his upper body and his arms that he managed to push himself forward and prevent falling down all the stairs. He let out deep and shaky breaths as he crawled up the last few stairs with only his arms, his weak legs sliding over the wooden ground. He turned on his back as soon as he laid safely on the floor, touching his legs confused and frightened. What was wrong right now? This couldn't be normal. He felt his legs trembling under his hands, spasm after spasm going through his muscles that had his face turn into a pained grimace. It took a while for the pain to slowly go away. He took in deep breaths the entire time yet still felt like he wasn't breathing in enough oxygen which slowly had him feel slightly dizzy.

Something was wrong. He could feel it in his stomach.

He slowly removed the baggy trousers that you had bought him to see what was wrong. His heart dropped when he saw teal-colored fish scales covering his pale skin. No, no, no, no. no...

He erratically rubbed the palms of his hands against them as if trying to wipe them away yet they stayed there, although they at least didn't seem to spread further up his legs. For now at least. Abruptly he became aware of the way his chest was heaving for more air as if not getting enough as the dizziness slowly got worse. He got up slowly, pushing himself up with his hands before slowly balancing himself out on his feet. He could see them slightly shaking now as it felt even more difficult now to stand. Despite that he quickly made his way towards his room where you still had a bowl of water just in case you had to use wet rags to cool him down. It felt like the water pulled him towards it as he collapsed next to it and instantly dunked his face into the object. He instantly took deep breaths as soon as his nose was in the liquid and a mixture of relief and dread washed over him when he realized that he could breathe under water.

He sat there a couple of minutes, taking in much needed air before pulling his face out of the bowl, his hair dripping with water and a heavy panic settling deep inside his chest. He was running out of time! He couldn't wait anymore! He-he had to kiss you now!

"Your fever has gone down significally and I must say, you look a lot more healthy now."

Ikuya did his best to nod and give the doctor a good smile as he silently prayed for the old man to leave. He had grown to like the old man but his urge to dunk his head under water again was growing stronger and stronger as the headache from the lack of proper air for him was slowly becoming unbearable.

"It's all thanks to you and (y/n). By the way, do-do you know when they'll come back?" Ikuya asked with a hint of urgency in his tone. He didn't have much time left. He could almost feel how the skin on his legs was slowly turning back into scales. He would most likely turn back before the next sunrise.

"I'm afraid that I don't really know. The weather has gotten a bit worse so it might be a bit difficult to sail across the ocean." The old man told him whilst looking out of the window. The blue sky had completely disappeared under the thick layer of grey and dark clouds that poured rain down onto the surface. The weather was scary, he hated storms a lot. They were loud and cold, the only good thing it had brought to him was you.

"May I ask why you want to know that?"

Ikuya hesitated a bit but then just decided that he didn't have to be very specific about it anyways. "There's something I have to tell them..." He admitted silently, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He had locked his eyes onto the ground and didn't see the look of slow but sure realization that spread across the wrinkled face of the doctor, nor the sad glimmer that appeared in his eyes as he looked at Ikuya.

"I think (y/n) might be a bit late today because even if they're already back from fishing, they have something urgent to discuss with a few people."

Ikuya finally looked up, confused by the tone the old man used as he sounded sad and he felt even more confused when he saw how he was looking at him.

"W-what? Something urgent?"

"So (y/n) didn't tell you. They probably didn't want to bother you with anything whilst you're not fully recovered yet."

Hands suddenly grabbed the doctor's shoulders in a tight hold, although he could feel how they were trembling. Wide amber-colored eyes stared at him with confusion and growing fear. Ikuya could barely stand and partially had to use the doctor as a support yet he forced his legs to stand as a new wave of dread filled his veins. Why was the old man looking at him with such pitiful eyes? What was happening with you right now?!

"What do you mean? Please... please tell me." He spoke out in a quivering tone, big eyes looking pleadingly at the doctor. He seemed to contemplate for a while whether to tell Ikuya or not before letting out a sigh, a defeated one.

"(y/n) has been offered a few days ago an engagement with one of the fisher's children and will visit them today to discuss this topic." He said it as neutral as possible in hopes of sparing Ikuya a too big shock.

Nothing could have saved Ikuya from the shock, the confusion, the fear, the pain this news hit him with. It washed over him mercilessly and for a short moment he froze completely. Only seconds later though his body started shaking again as tears spilled down his face as the word kept repeating itself in his head.

Engagement. Engagement. Engagement. Engagement. Engagement. Engagement. Engagement. Engagement. But with someone else...

"I...b-but...why?" He couldn't think straight anymore, couldn't form any proper sentence and his voice nearly died down at the end as he let go. His chest started hurting with another pain that didn't come from breathing properly due to the lack of air. It felt like something was tearing him apart from inside his chest as more tears blurred his vision.

"I don't know if they will agree to the engagement or not. All will be decided today."

But-but you had him! Why would you think about getting engaged to someone else when you had him! You...you were supposed to love him... You loved him! Didn't you?

Ikuya let go of the doctor's shoulder as all strength left him and he fell back into the mattress of the bed, staring blankly into the room as more tears cascaded down his cheeks. Seconds ticked by in which the doctor thought about what he should do right now. Should he stay or leave?

"Leave."

His voice was quiet and shaky but there was an underlying bitterness to it that only someone with a broken heart could feel. Deciding to respect that his patient would need some time alone now to come to terms with the news, the old man slowly left the room. Ikuya only noted absentminded how he left, shut the door behind him and made his way back to the town in the rain and wind. Nothing of that mattered really to him in the moment. The only thing that mattered was you.

"Ikuya...? What are you doing outside in this rain?! Quick, go back inside or else you'll catch another cold!"

You had not expected to come home, drenched in water from the sea and the rain, only to find Ikuya standing outside. Wet strands of hair stuck to his face, hiding partially his eyes from your sight. He was drenched just like you were and you could clearly see how his whole body was shivering violently, you assumed because of the cold rain combined with the strong wind.

He didn't move, instead stood in his place, not even glancing at you. You furrowed your brows as you walked closer to him in large strides, concerned for him. What was wrong?

The moment he noticed how you walked closer to him, one hand carefully stretched out to touch him, he flinched away. His whole body jumped back and his head snapped up to look at you and the look in his eyes shot right through your heart. Confusion, fear but above all sorrow beyond words. His amber eyes looked at you as if you'd abused him. You froze in your tracks when he gave you that look and both of you just stood there. Then he abruptly turned around, his back facing you before he sprinted into the forest. You reminded in your frozen position for a few moments as the shock had almost paralyzed you before you finally snapped out of it and ran after him.

"Ikuya!! Ikuya!! Stop! What's wrong?!"

He didn't listen, he didn't stop, he didn't slow down. Ikuya just ran through the growing pain, the burning sensation of his two legs slowly melting back into one fish tail. His lungs hurt as he had never physically exercised like this in this human form and the fact that the air up here slowly didn't provide him with the oxygen that he needed only intensified everything. His head hurt, his chest hurt, he felt dizzy and nauseous and nearly tumbled down a couple of times. His legs lost more and more strength and he knew that he would transform back into a merman very soon.

"Ikuya!! Stop!! The cliff!!!" You yelled after him, your voice layered with fear. Fear for him. Yet now he knew better. You'd never seen him as anything close to a lover. Unlike him you'd never seen him as your light of your life, as your first and only love.

You were out of breath by the time you reached the cliff, your heart threatening to jump out of your throat when he stopped, the slippery ground almost causing him to fall down only for him to halt right on the edge of the cliff. You heard him, saw him visibly gulping for air as if he couldn't breathe properly. You walked slowly towards him, terrified that one wrong move from him could push him into falling into a nearly 30 metre abyss only to sink down and drown into the raging ocean.

"I-Ikuya...please move away from there. You might fall down." You spoke slowly yet despite your best attempt to make your voice sound steady, your tone was wavering. Amber eyes casted a short look down into the ocean before looking straight at you, pinning you onto the ground again as if his gaze had a weight to it that prevented you from moving.

Just now you noticed that his eyes were red and puffy. Had he been crying?

"Did you accept?"

Your mind and your feelings were all over the place, you couldn't think properly anymore.

"What? W-what are you... Ikuya, I-I..." You stumbled over your sentences, unable to form a single coherent one. You didn't understand what he meant but his next question crashed down onto your brain like a landslide, burying all of your thoughts under it.

"D-do you love me?"

All of a sudden you were silent, your mind was silent, no word left your mouth. You just stood there with wide eyes as you stared at him astonished as if not fully registering what he had just spoken.

Now it was Ikuya who slowly walked closer to you, to where you stood. Cold hands gingerly grasped your shoulders and you could feel now how much he was trembling. His eyes were filled to the brim with emotions and now you could clearly see the tears spilling out of his eyes. It nearly made you want to cry as well.

"Please..." He started speaking with a trembling voice, his pleads threatening to break your heart then and there.

"Please love me. Only me. No one else. B-because if you don't...I can never have you."

You could only stare at him as your mind slowly started to work again.

"Ikuya...d-do you know about the-"

You were cut off, caught-off-guard when soft and warm lips pressed against your own pair of lips. You stiffened in Ikuya's hold, eyes somehow opening even wider as he leaned into the kiss, inexperienced yet conveying all of his emotions perfectly.

It was a wonderful feeling for the first few seconds as his stomach and chest exploded with fuzzy and warm feelings. But cold emptiness filled him shortly after as he finally understood your own feelings through the kiss. You didn't love him...and you probably never would.

You were speechless when he pulled away, only able to stare at him as he stepped away from you as if you'd burnt him with your lips, a devastated look in his eyes.

"You don't love me..."

You couldn't even hear what he was whispering more to himself than to you over the howling wind, all you could focus on was how he was stepping dangerously close to the edge of the cliff again. He looked at his own trembling hands for a moment before he locked eyes with you for a last time. Icy fear rolled over you when you saw that look in his eyes. A sad and heart-broken smile was on his face as he let himself fall down and your hand only brushed through the air as you tried to catch him, stop him, hold him.

He heard you crying out his name in a horrified voice, watched your form getting smaller and smaller before he crashed through the surface of the cold water, his skin crawling the moment he was engulfed in it. It was as if being fully submerged in the ocean accelerated his transformation as his legs started shaking and trembling. He watched as the legs he had been walking around with for almost half a year melted together into his teal-colored tail and tore his trousers apart.

As soon as he had reverted back to his real form, he swam away as fast as he could with a bleeding heart that would probably never heal. It had all been for nothing. Six months had been for nothing except making him fall in love with you even more. It hurt, it hurt him so much... He wished he'd never have fallen in love in the first place.

#yandere free #yandere free!#yandere ikuya #yandere kirishima ikuya

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unknownarmageddon · 10 months ago

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Side bit because I'm Thinking , what other effects do you think aka Killer's soul slowly giving out on him would have on him

OKAY i know this is for other effects but im just gonna list of All the effects i can think of off the top of my head

definitely fatigue. it’s harder for him to leave his sleeping bag in the mornings and travel as long as usual and climb and jump debris like he’d have no problem doing before. cross probably starts carrying him around on his back more

similar thing but he definitely gets tired quicker and sleeps more. both he and cross keep waiting for the night he’ll lay down and stop moving entirely

coughing. and generally finding it harder to breath. there’s SO much shit in the air that his soul’s so very exposed to that’s gotta fuck with whatever respiratory situation he’s got going on. also plays into the fatigue and means he can’t keep moving for long intervals

maybe even nausea??? maybe not as prominent but it probably happens sometimes

this has definitely been mentioned already but visually his soul’s a lot dimmer and more unstable. it flickers more and wobbles almost constantly like a dying flame or lightbulb. maybe it even looks smaller. and it’s whirring and beating is quieter and slower. and it’s probably less expressive (doesn’t shift into a heart as often in situations where it would etc)

he feels colder. he’s already cold natured but it’s made worse by everything going on with him. and he shivers a lot too. gusts of wind are especially bad

probably more susceptible to sicknesses. even if they’re short term and not super serious they do happen more often. if he got something worse than a cold it’d probably kill him

also strong negative emotions like despair are almost painful (maybe not literally but it’s damn close) in some way. definitely doesn’t help, probably speeds things up. (haha lovelorn arc)

same kinda thing, physical injuries are made worse just by how weak a state he’s in

he probably has a harder time concentrating like on fights or whatever. it’s like he has a constant cold or fever y’know that feeling. brain fog

this is more of in the emotional sense but he definitely feels more defeated and hallow and devoid of hope. before he always had some kind of fire and hope and Desire for survival but now it’s like. whats the point. he still makes jokes and quips and tries to be Normal for both his and cross’s sake but as time goes on it’s more and more evident that it is very much not normal. it feels like he’ll just cave in on himself

also more of an emotional thing but i think he gets more clingy towards cross. because he, they both do, knows how bad things have gotten or are or are going to get and wants to be as close to him as possible. for safety. comfort. out of fear that when cross’s gone is when killer will finally dust and then that’ll be it. to savor any time he gets with him. for warmth

they both start going off on their own much less

all of this gradually and continuously gets worse as time passes and he doesn’t get better. like he’s decaying. it starts off with mildly concerning stuff like a dimmer soul and some coughing but becomes him laying curled up in his sleeping bag for days on end

#answering asks #yeag #denieatsart asks #deni!!#apocalyptic kross au

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demon-of-the-ancient-world · 1 year ago

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Hughhhghhhh ok fine the intrusive thoughts win, I'm just gonna do it. Athelstan headcanons but just the ones that are angst/whump based because some feral part of me needs to Harm Him:

His hands and feet still hurt terribly at times, even years after the wounds there have healed. Cold and damp weather makes it worse.

Sometimes it gets bad enough that he can't hold a pen (or an axe, for that matter) properly, and it becomes hard to walk

But he keeps it to himself, shutting himself away from others if necessary

Tries his best not to look at the scars because if he does even for a short time he starts Remembering Things

He draws to alleviate the stress on his mind, and his drawings - the secret ones he doesn't show to anybody - get quite disturbing

(Ragnar never tells him this, but he does find them one day. And it breaks his heart.)

Ok apparently a common theory about the "sky dragons" that were seen before the Vikings' attack on Lindisfarne was that they were actually northern lights and that made me think ; any time he sees northern lights now, in a climate where they're more common, he has bad dreams. Without fail. He's tried to get over it, and his artist's brain tries to see the beauty in them, but it doesn't help.

Ragnar (and Gyda while they lived on the farm) try to show them to him on winter nights, thinking he'll love it, and he doesn't have the heart to tell them they Freak Him Out

Allergic to bee stings. He finds out when he's watching over the kids one day and Bjorn thinks it would be fun to disturb a wasp nest. He makes a valiant effort to shoo him and Gyda back to the house...and in turn ends up with a very swollen face

A Lot of nightmares. First about the attack at the monastery and later about the crucifixion

And about his family dying. He always *thinks* he's forgotten about that, or that it doesn't affect him anymore, but it always comes back to him and he realizes he was Wrong

(And the fact that he wasn't actually there when it happened almost makes it worse, because it leaves him to just imagine what happened. And he has a very good imagination.)

When he gets one bad enough, he knows he won't be able to sleep at all afterwards, and spends the rest of the night writing, or sketching, or just pacing around. Walking outside helps, but he can only do that when it's not too cold

Gets headaches easily. I headcanon that he's a little nearsighted and doesn't even realize he's straining his eyes (and spending years squinting at tiny print didn't do him any favours)

It's sorta canon that he's somewhat prone to hallucinations, and I like to think it's a thing that happens sometimes when his brain is very very overwhelmed - but he probably keeps it to himself and has it in his head that they're either visions trying to "teach" him something but he can't figure out what, or that there's something Horribly Wrong With Him and he lives in fear of what that might be

Usually it's just weird blobs out of the corner of his eye that won't go away (like migraine aura type stuff) but after the incidents of season 2 he's always on edge of what else he might see

While his wounds were healing in Wessex he spends days slipping in and out of consciousness, not sure if he's dead or alive, with friends or enemies

And he calls out for Ragnar more than once - Ecbert never tells him about this, but definitely keeps it in mind

Dreams about hell, and later Ragnarok. A lot.

Like I've said before he doesn't get sick very often, but when he does it hits him like a truck

It's not uncommon for him to get super high fevers when he's sick, which doesn't help with the already present nightmares At All

Or the potential hallucinations

Had asthma as a little kid and cold weather still irritates his lungs sometimes, prone to chest infections

Hates being seen in any vulnerable state Whatsoever because he's Always Just Chill Always Everything's Fine

But is actually so clingy to a surprising degree once it's out there that he Needs Help & someone's there to help him & he gets to collapse, whoever that person is they are Staying Now

Gets panic attacks after being crucified. Can't stand the sound of things being nailed together (@adhdnightmare This One) it sets his teeth on edge and he wants to run away and hide - he doesn't put two and two together at first until he does and is like oh

Doesn't like to be touched when going through one of these episodes, Ragnar knows he gets them and has learned how to talk him through it without touching him (even though all his instincts are telling him to wrap that lil guy up in the biggest bear hug)

For a short time he can't even look at his own cross necklace without breaking out in a cold sweat, and of course THAT stresses him out big time because what if it's The Devil talking??? What if he's Bad Now??? His religion-based stress is never ending.

Occasionally this anxiety comes back even years down the line, and each time he's like. ah ok this is gonna be a Bad Mental Health Day isn't it.

There's gotta be more somewhere but hm that's all for tonight

@grantairescurls @procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics @levithestripper @starrose17 hi guys it's Me Again

#athelstan #vikings #@starrose you did this to me. you posted that edit of him after the crucifixion #sorry these HAUNT me i am kept awake at night staring into the darkness & now you will be too

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dragonmasterhiccup · 13 days ago

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"Hiccup, if it's a fever then it's not just sleep you'll need." Freya muttered, glancing at her sister who was looking through the basket she brought. Once Toothless brought her the broom, she couldn't help but smile at the Night Fury, holding back from behaving like a child because of how adorable that was to her. Gently scratching underneath his chin, she took the broom from him, "Thank you, Toothless."

She rubbed his head before examining the floor from where she stood. "I can't see a whole lot of dust.. but I can tell it still could use some work." As she swept, Ayla brought Hiccup the basket, pulling out the herbs for him to take. "I'll make some tea for you to drink it with! It really does help!"

Freya heard her younger sister gasp, as though she just discovered something, before she abruptly went to the door. "I forgot the honey! I'll be right back, I need to get it for Hiccup or else it'll taste nasty!" Without waiting for an answer, she watched as Ayla quickly ran out, slamming the door shut behind her. Freya remained still for a moment, startled at how fast she had left.

Suddenly feeling more nervous by herself, she resumed sweeping every corner she could find, trying to distract herself from what she was actually doing - in Hiccup's home. The events that happened for the last few days replayed in her mind, causing her movements to become more stiff. He probably, no, definitely, knew that she had drawn him with her sister, and it didn't help the embarrassment creeping upon her.

Snapping out of her daze, Freya hadn't realized she already finished the whole room they were in. "Uh, sorry, I was just.. thinking about.. something." Clearing her throat, she set the broom against a wall, brushing her hands off as she went to sit in a nearby chair. "It wasn't anything important."

She weakly shook her head, holding her hands together as she remembered the feeling of Hiccup's hand holding hers, "Let's not concern ourselves with what I'm thinking right now. You're the one sick, so you should be getting more.. attention, I guess." Wanting to distract herself some more, Freya hastily got up from the chair to prepare the tea Ayla mentioned.

"Y'know, it annoys me so much how you always say you're fine when you're really not." She made sure her back was towards him as she spoke, not wanting him to actually see her as she spoke, "You have a fever, and yet you probably still went to the forge or did something else that wasn't good for you, and you say 'Nope! I'm perfectly okay!'" Freya shrugged her shoulders in a way similar to how Hiccup usually would when he talked, " 'I could be hanging off the edge of a cliff but, nope, I'm still fine!'"

Freya, feeling more guilty than frustrated, mumbled, "Do you ever put yourself first?"

Giving a small smile, he said, "Thanks, Ayla. I appreciate it."

It was hard to not be cheered up by her happy, energetic self.

At Ayla's gasp, Hiccup straightened, looking to see what was wrong. He turned his head too quickly though, causing him to close his eyes, putting a hand to the side of his head as it throbbed. "Ugh..."

By the time he'd opened his eyes, Ayla had left. Leaning back, he closed his eyes again, trying to soak up the warmth of the fire, and the blankets.

Hearing her apology, he shrugged, waving a hand tiredly. "It's fine."

"Attention? No, I definitely don't need any more attention. I'm fine, really. I've dealt with worse." A bad cold was nothing compared to losing his leg.

"That's nothing new. A lot of what I do annoys you," he grumbled, his eyes still closed as he pulled the blanket further up towards his neck.

That made him open his eyes, angling his face to look at her. "Hey! Things still have to get done. Besides, how do you know what happened in the forge? Gobber promised not to say anything."

Rolling his eyes, he turned away again, mumbling, "I don't sound like that. What even was that, that thing with the shoulders??"

Due to being congested, his ears were clogged, so he didn't hear what Freya said, he only knew she said something.

"Look, I appreciate you both coming here, I really do, but I'm pretty sure I've inconvenienced you far too many times in the short span of a month..."

He was so confused. She hated him, didn't she? You don't check on someone when they're sick if you hated them... You didn't help tidy up their hut or make them tea if you hated someone...

Turning to face Freya again, his voice was soft as he asked, "Why are you doing this?"

#asks #threads #justpeaxchy

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whump-and-suffering · 2 months ago

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My most horrible OCs yet

I decided to create a new bunch of OCs who are (mostly) gross, horrible, evil people--who I can then feel free to be as nasty as I want with.

These characters will probably be used in a wide range of general whump and sickfic in a DND-esque fantasy setting, but with quite a heavy focus still on sneezing and colds. They are a bunch of fucked-up villains, and accordingly this post needs tws for: past abuse (not committed by one of these characters, though), current unhealthy dynamics between several of the characters, LOTS of disease and contagion including intentional, general horrible people being horrible. Also, lots of mess.

Also, while I'm not into emeto and will never write it graphically, I was feeling sadistic enough today that there ended up being a brief mention of vomiting, so if just seeing it mentioned triggers you then this post is not for you. Not sure if it will ever come into play in a story but I'll always warn if it does.

Below the cut I introduce... THE PLAGUE RATS!

DORIAN BRIAR (he/they)

Literal and figurative bastard. Illegitimate child of an aristocrat, bitter that they don't get a part in their father's family's power and privilege, Dorian is ruthless, power-hungry and scheming, and will stop at nothing to rule. They are frequently petty, cruel and vicious, and very self-centred: however, there are a few people they genuinely care about in their own way.

Dorian's hunger for power led them to become a warlock, performing a ritual that summoned up a fiend with the intent to make a bargain for magical power. The way the ritual works, the fiend that appears is basically random, and if you reject their offer, no other fiend will ever agree to bargain with you--you can accept, and gain great magical power, or refuse and remain a magicless human forever. So when the Lord of Plague appeared and offered Dorian power in exchange for their health, Dorian accepted.

The ritual left him bedridden and at death's door for weeks, after which he began to recover slightly--but was never anything close to healthy again. While an incredibly powerful warlock, he is physically very weak and sickly. He always has a streaming, messy, contagious cold. He has a constant low-grade fever, just enough to make him shivery and achey, and a persistent wet cough. The cold is permanent but he can and does catch other things too as his immune system is basically nonexistent.

In addition, Dorian gets fatigued very easily, and injuries take a long time to heal naturally. Healing spells cannot cure his cold but can treat any injuries he sustains--but unfortunately also make him vomit, which he hates enough to be reluctant to have them used on him (he is incapable of casting any kind of healing magic himself) except in an emergency. Also, they have to infect someone else with an illness, either magically (they have multiple spells for this purpose and can inflict illnesses far worse than a mere cold) or otherwise (of course they never cover), every day, or they'll lose all magical abilities permanently (while remaining perpetually ill for the rest of their life). His veins are black as a symbol of the plague he bears.

Dorian is photic, and allergic to anything vaguely connected with 'goodness' (anything holy/connected to a benevolent god, including being blessed; healing magic being performed on other people around him; celestial beings and some humans if they're powerful clerics or paladins of a benevolent god; if we stretch it a bit I think this could include pollen allergies because nature and springtime and flowers tend to be "good"-coded).

Despite all the many drawbacks of his pact, however, Dorian would never trade this for a life where he hadn't entered into the agreement. They are powerful, dangerous, and feared as the leader of a small army of dark forces and as a bringer of pestilence. They have every intention of taking over the world, and they're powerful enough that they're very likely to succeed in this goal, when previously they were a nobody who wouldn't have stood a chance. Also, while the aches and exhaustion and sore throat are still unpleasant for them, they don't mind having a cold THAT much, because if they didn't have a sneezing fetish before they certainly do now--they find their own sneezing very pleasurable, they're attracted to other people's sneezing, and above all else, they love spreading their cold to other people, as being able to make other people ill makes them feel powerful.

VALEN LOCKE (he/him)

Formerly a street rat thief type with a small amount of magical knowledge--sneaky, cunning, and ruthless, snarky, a self-serving rogue but without the cruelty of some of his current allies. Valen was deceived by a vampire lord who appealed to his ambitions, promising to turn him and teach him great magical power if Valen agreed to work for him. The vampire in fact had no intention of teaching Valen any magic and was cruel and abusive to him for years. Valen began to plot against him, but the vampire discovered his plans.

As a punishment, Valen was turned--just like he'd always wanted--but while he was suffering from a terrible cold (not uncommon for him by that point since he was expected to work all night in the freezing cold and rain). As a result he now has a perpetual cold that can't be cured (he can try and treat the symptoms to some extent but it will only ever help a little).

He eventually killed the vampire lord and escaped, but is still treated with disgust and disdain by other vampires. He became even more self-serving and ruthless as a result of his experiences: he needs blood, and he wants power, not for the sake of hurting other people but so that no-one can hurt him.

He considers it absolutely humiliating that he always has a cold and does everything he can to conceal it. He hates it, especially since stealth is difficult when he's so sneezy... but his relationship with Dorian has led him to realise there are advantages to his condition.

The two of them first met when a starving Valen saw Dorian, thought someone who looked as sickly as him wouldn't be able to fight him off, and tried to drink their blood--which led to him getting very ill because Dorian's blood is poisonous. Dorian brought the sick, barely conscious vampire home, fascinated by the idea of a vampire with a cold, which they'd never known to be possible before, and soon fell madly in love with him. When Valen had started to recover enough to be coherent, Dorian made him an offer to become their second-in-command. Valen was initially wary, but Dorian treated him better than anyone else ever had--especially since he was turned. Everyone else found him disgusting, but Dorian thought his perpetual cold was the most attractive thing ever and treated him like the most wonderful person in the world. Valen will still never enjoy having a cold, and would never want to intentionally spread his cold to anyone the way Dorian does (Dorian has just about persuaded him to stop covering when it's just the two of them but he always uses a handkerchief in public), but he does love the attention Dorian gives him when he sneezes. Considering they're basically the wannabe Dark Lord Plaguebringer and his vampire second-in-command, they have a surprisingly sweet relationship.

As long as he gets enough blood, his cold is "just" a miserable, snotty, sneezy head cold, nothing actually serious. When deprived of blood though he quickly spikes a high fever and becomes prone to all kinds of complications like bronchitis, or pneumonia if he gets weak enough.

While sunlight doesn't kill him, it severely weakens him and he's very photic. He's also allergic to all the typical vampire weaknesses and to being blessed. (Dorian sometimes deliberately blesses him knowing it will set them both off.)

KIMBATUUL RHOGAR (he/him)

No picrew yet because Rhogar (which is his given name) is a golden-scaled dragon man and I haven't found a picrew for that yet.

In another life, Rhogar would have been the ideal knight in shining armour...well, scales. But his loyalty to his friend since childhood, Dorian, came before his morals. Rhogar loves Dorian deeply and would do absolutely anything for them, even kill, and nothing they do can damage this undying loyalty.

He acts as bodyguard, caretaker, friend and lover to Dorian. After all, no matter how much magical power Dorian has or even how much enjoyment they get from their constant sneezing, they are still very ill, and very much in need of someone to make them tea to soothe their throat, watch over them as they sleep, and carry them to safety if they pass out after a particularly exhausting use of their magic. At these times, the usually power-hungry and sadistic Dorian shows a hidden submissive side--deep down, they love being taken care of by a big strong dragon man.

Rhogar is a big strong guy with huge, powerful sneezes--and every time he sneezes he also exhales a bit of flame. He sneezes into his hands because he'd just set fire to a handkerchief. Between the draconic snout and the huge claws, blowing his nose is also a rather difficult, time-consuming process.

He also has the kink, which Dorian has a lot of fun with. After all, they need to infect someone every day, and here's someone who absolutely loves it when they sneeze on him. Is their relationship a bit fucked up? Well, on the one hand, when he catches their cold, they absolutely dote on him...though that's partly just because the sooner he recovers, the sooner they can give him their cold again. (Sometimes they'll even get him magically healed so they can give him their cold again the next day--but they don't do that too often as it's quite a strain on the group's one proper healer. Also, it's more fun to have him sick for a week.) On the other hand, as soon as he's recovered from one cold they go out of their way to give him another, keeping him pretty much constantly ill--though even with a cold he's a formidable warrior--and he spends most of his time caring for them despite having a cold himself (though colds don't tend to be at all serious for him).

Rhogar also regularly gives his blood to Valen--even a dragon man can't give blood nightly as a vampire requires, so Valen still has to drink from other people too, but Valen drinks from Rhogar about every six weeks. Of course, the blood loss doesn't help poor Rhogar's immune system, but he enjoys being bitten nonetheless, and also finds Valen's sneeziness very hot. (Valen is not allowed to drink from Rhogar if Dorian isn't around--Dorian gets jealous at the idea of Rhogar catching a cold from anyone other than them, even Valen. Then again, Rhogar generally goes whereever Dorian goes, so it's not much of an issue.)

THE REST OF THE TEAM: Coming soon! I just got delayed by struggling to find picrews for some of them, and struggling to name them, and decided to post the finished ones now so that there was at least something out there.

#snz ocs #whump ocs #oc: dorian #oc: valen locke #oc: rhogar

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sneezeplease · 3 months ago

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO RUI FROM PROSEKA HEADCANNONS MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Hey Anon!! I did Rui like requested, but I couldn't just stop there!! here is all of Wonderl//and X Showtime! (All characters are assumed to be aged up to 21+) Rui Kamishiro:

Definitely a one and done kind of dude, unless hes really allergic to something or sick.

his usual sneezes are about a 5/10 for spray, but when hes sick they sound even more congested.

very prone to sinus headaches (since he barely sleeps)

also catches multiple colds through the winter because of it too

His sneezes are probably loud, about a 7/10

idk how realistic this is, but I def think he caught a cold one time from getting thrown out of the park into a puddle. I just think it would be hilarious.

if hes busy making something and has to sneeze, every time he is going to try to stifle them and he is going to make it into a fit.

still doesn't remember this information next time, so the loop continues.

definitely overworks himself/tries to hide he's sick until the last minute, but will do the polite japanese thing and wear a mask ofc

regular: Hhhh'dtSHUH!! Ihhhh'KShhhh!!

allergies/sick: Ehhh'tshh!! hahhh'dchhh!

Tsukasa Tenma:

as heard from multiple character stories, he definitely has a show-stopping sneeze.

Doesn't get sick ever, but he always has an emergency sick day solution on him because of Saki.

can tell instantly if anyone is hiding being sick and will call them out.

also starts carrying Benadryl and/or lozenges once he works at phoenix wonderland, for everyone else and himself.

When the weather changes, he definitely loses his voice. an unfortunate side effect of being so naturally loud.

most sneezes are either stereotypical "dad sneezes" or they just come out really strange sounding if he trying to hold back.

he can barely hold back sneezes though, and if he tried to stifle it would just made the fit so much worse.

Emu Otori:

3/10 for volume and 2/10 for mess, but she has FITS. like- if she's sick the cast knows not to bless her because she will be sneezing at least 30 times an hour.

definitely allergic to dust! how could she not be lmaoo

She's barely allergic to anything, except maybe some odd scent like lavender.

sick sneezes always sound like adorably congested, and she tends to rub her nose the entire time she has a cold.

pretty bad at trying to keep her illness too herself, you can tell she's feverish if her energy is super low or she demands cuddles.

Nene Kusanagi:

I feel like she would be allergic to plants/get spring hayfever.

probably about a 5/10 for sneezes, but only needs a good 2 or 3 to get the tickle out.

has a HORRIBLE perfume allergy, which can sometimes kick in with too much fog.

i also think she is the least likely to lose her voice while sick.

Nene used to not get sick at all, but now that she's in a troupe and around kids, she catches illnesses all the time.

the illness is usually only a few sneezes or a cough, but if she's too stressed out it can become a whole fever and sinus infection.

I think she would still try to play video games while horribly sick and just make her seem even worse.

Like- if Emu was helping, there would be the retro video game "pew-pew" noises and then just a whole fit of sneezes when Nene really can't hold them back.

#snzblr #snz #j asks #proj/ect sekai #I actually love R/ui and Tsukasa #they're so silly #snz requests #snz kink

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slightlyunconventional · 2 years ago

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I still haven’t started watching S&B ((YET)) but I’m hella intrigued by k/az so pls answer any of them you want for him 😍

AHH hi!! this makes me happy thank you omg ��🏻 i picked out four of them to talk about him for EE

☔ How easily do they catch cold?

- id like to say VERY easily. like, he's literally guaranteed to get at least one cold every winter/possibly even autumn, and i feel like he might be pretty susceptible to the occasional summer cold too (which definitely annoys him a LOT)

⚙️ Would/could they take time off work for illness?

- he definitely COULD, but would he? absolutely not. k/az is totally a 'work till you drop' type of person, whereby he'll just force himself through all his meetings and paperwork and heist planning while deliberately ignoring all of his symptoms, until of course they get too severe for him to dismiss any longer so he'll either end up just falling asleep at his desk or maybe something worse like passing out if he's ignoring a worsening fever

🎭 Are they ever able to hide their illnesses from others?

- usually, yeah!! he's very good at hiding it from most of the crows/dregs cause he really hates the idea of appearing vulnerable and hates even more the idea of people taking care of him. however, by some crazy magical intel, i/nej ALWAYS knows when he's sick, she can just tell, and sometimes she knows even before he does himself

🕵️ What are the main signs that they aren’t feeling well?

- number 1 sign is a pink/red nose i think his nose gets red so so easily when it's cold and especially when he's sick. his limp also gets a bit more pronounced (since it says in the books that the pain always gets worse during cold weather). also it probably becomes quite clear that he struggles to stifle his cold sneezes because they're just harder to contain than his regular "random sneezes" - so if anyone witnesses him half-stifle, or outright fail to stifle, then they know pretty much right away that he's under the weather

#!!! thank u for this i had fun doing this actually!!#keep them coming guys i loved this #k answers #s/hadow and b/one

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sunny-bunnys-blog · 2 years ago

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I got the second part of dad Thousand complete and am now very sleepy, I hope you all enjoy this part :)

"Wait, what?!" Yuma exclaimed at Astral, his eyes wide as a deer in headlights.

"So you're trying to tell me that Don Thousand, THE ACTUAL GOD OF CHAOS AND BARIAN WORLD, is your dad?! Why didn't you tell me?!" Astral paused for a moment before answering.

"I didn't even know that he was my father, I didn't remember it. But I'm happy I remember now, although…" "What? Is he giving you a hard time? I'll destroy him!" Yuma said, raising a first before getting cut off my Astral.

Panicked, Astral grabbed Yuma's hands and brought them down before speaking again. "No, it's not anything like that! It's actually quite the opposite, he seems to be watching my every move and seemingly panics when he thinks I've got hurt and I don't know why.”

“Well duh, that’s what parents do!” Yuma laughed, gaining a confused hum and tilted head from the blue alien. “Excuse me?” “y’know what i mean, right? Parents will always find something to worry about! Trust me, if you ever get sick and he finds out, he’ll probably freak!”

Ironically, a week after Yuma had said that, Astral had fallen ill with a fever

That day, Astral had woken up feeling worse than ever, his entire body was aching and he felt cold. He decided to try to ignore it and put on his school uniform.

But this didn't go unnoticed by Don Thousand. Oh no, he noticed Astral looked ill.

"Astral." Don Thousand said to the teenager, causing him to tense up.

Astral began to panic slightly, did he already know? He couldn't have, so Astral just needed to play it cool, right? "Y-yes, father?"

Don Thousand was sure of it, Astral's voice sounded weak and he seemed more tired than usual. "Are you okay? You look sick."

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Astral replied quickly, losing his voice halfway through and causing his father to become evermore worried.

Oh God, he knew, didn't he? All of a sudden, he felt Adonis's gentle hand on his forehead, making him completely freeze in place.

"You're warm. Too warm, so you won't be going into school today." "W-What?! No, I'm fine, I swear!" Astral cried, but his voice only made Don more sure of his choice.

"Don't argue with me and get back to bed, you're sick." Don Thousand said, making his son pout but he was quick to obey.

But strangely enough, he wished that Astral would disobey for once. He wished that his son had more of that teenager mischief in himself to talk back.

Oh well, he might, one day.

By the time Don Thousand went to check on Astral, he seemed to already be asleep. He smiles softly and crouches near the bed.

His heart squeezes a bit when he lays his eyes on the scar across his precious child's face. If he had only known where Eliphas had taken Astral, he could've stopped this all from happening!...

Astral begins to groan in his sleep, squirming around uncomfortably and frowning. He was having a nightmare again.

Thinking quickly, the adult held the teenager's hands softly so as to not hurt him and ran his thumb over his palms.

Eventually, Astral stopped moving around and was peaceful again, a tiny smile finding itself onto both of the alien's faces.

"Oh Honeybee, what did I ever do to deserve a son like you?.." He places a tender kiss on the scar and begins to raise to go, only to be stopped by a weak tightening on his wrist.

It was Astral. He was still asleep, but gripped his wrist despite that. "Papa… love you…" Astral whispers in sleep, hugging his father's hand.

Don Thousand sits back down next to the bed, watching as his only child holds his hand. "I suppose… that I can stay for a little longer.."

#finally got it done :)#so tender #tooth rotting fluff #astral zexal #zexal #yuma tsukumo #don thousand

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mcmxrtinski · 2 years ago

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I accidentally wrote a semi fic? it was meant as a synopsis only fvdkfhrh

feat. sick Theo and worried Liam and Malia, this could be considered a part 1, cause the original idea for this hasn't happened yet (btw this is totally inspired by Zuko getting sick in s2 of ATLA)

Theo on his path to redemption ends up seriously sick, at first he doesn't pay it much mind, it's probably nothing

but then his vision starts to get hazy more and more, he's sweaty and shivering, food and water won't stay down and something is definitely wrong

was he poisoned? had he become so careless as to not notice a hunter getting to him? no, this wasn't like any supernatural poison he knew

but he couldn't be sick, people like him didn't get sick...

of course he doesn't tell anyone, he secludes himself in his truck in the preserve and just hopes it'll go away on its own

it doesn't

days pass and if anything it gets worse, he can't ignore the simmering panic anymore, he turns the key in the ignition and one shaky car ride later, he's standing on the McCalls' doorstep

when Melissa opens the door and regards him apprehensively, Theo barely manages to say "Something's wrong.." and promptly passes out, falling into Melissa's unsuspecting arms

Theo has been laid down on the McCalls' living room couch, a soft pillow under his head and a thick woollen blanket covering him neck to toe

his breathing is labored, a cold sweat has broken out on his forehead, and under his closed lids his eyes dart around restlessly

Melissa stands close by, a deep frown on her face, two anxious teens, Liam more openly so and Malia trying to play it off, wait for her verdict

"there shouldn't be anything wrong with him, none of the tests indicate anything that would lead to a fever of this caliber"

Malia growls, "yeah, there shouldn't be anything wrong with him. He's a werecoyote. We don't get sick."

"then explain to me why he has a temperature of 106°" Melissa's tone isn't unkind, she looks like she genuinely wishes for Malia to know of an explanation

she falters, "it has to be some type of wolfsbane or poison, right? maybe something we haven't encountered before"

Liam just watches, eyes moving between the two talking and finally coming to rest again on the boy sleeping on the couch

he wants to think Malia's right, but Argent had already ruled out poison, and he was a seasoned hunter who knows what he's talking about, Liam trusts his judgement, symptoms of that kind would be distinct he'd said and Theo isn't displaying even one (that should be reassuring... and yet it isn't at all)

it's days later when Deaton finally steps over the threshold, he was out of town and hadn't been able to return sooner

Theo has been out cold for over three days now, there were moments when he came close to being lucid but they were few and far between, and Melissa used those to have him eat and drink at least a little

in the end Deaton only confirms Chris's assumption; no supernatural element, be it poison or anything else, has a play in Theo's condition

Melissa nods, as if she had expected the diagnosis

"well, I suppose that only leaves one cause then." she looks meaningfully at Deaton. "it's psychological"

"I would think so too"

the revelation doesn't seem like a revelation at all to any of the adults, they are thoughtful though, as if depsite the suspicion they hadn't expected to be right

and even with the cause now discovered it seems, there weren't any attempts made to help Theo

Melissa had said that he'd become better in due time, it would take care of itself, well that doesn't seem to be the case if you asked Malia

a week has passed now, and Theo isn't faring any better, the relief of knowing Theo isn't in any imminent danger has faded by now

and Melissa herself isn't at work where she should be but restlessly moving between kitchen and living room, Malia can't help being surprised by all the care Melissa is giving Theo, their relationship is rocky at best

but she supposes Scott would want her to help Theo, because that's the kind of person he is, and Melissa is a nurse so maybe this thing just came naturally to her

still.. Malia is fairly certain her and Liam are the most affected by all of this, neither of them has been at school (or home) much, camping out on the McCall living room floor, she knows Liam is itching to do something, anything to help, and feels useless just sitting by, it's how she feels too

"it's like he's stuck in his mind.. isn't there a way to just- I don't know- drag him out?" Liam suddenly wonders, he's resting against the coffe table, eyes on Theo, rarely anywhere else

Malia is about to respond when her head perks up, it has gone quiet in the kitchen, Melissa was in the middle of preparing dinner though

hurried steps move towards them and Melissa's eyes are wide when Malia catches sight of her

"why didn't I think of that"

this is risky, they said

are you sure, they said

you don't have to this, they said

so what if it's risky, and yes he's sure about this and no you're wrong, he does have to do this because if he needed to sit and watch for even one more hour, he'd probably go insane

Deaton is back to guide him and Malia

he instructs him where to dig his claws in and how deep

Melissa and Chris stand together and watch, worried but they don't interfere, Liam and Malia have made their conviction clear

they propped Theo up so Liam is able to access his neck, head hanging, he's still clammy all over, making his neck glisten

Malia sits next to Theo, back straight, Liam can't see her eyes but he's certain that they are brimming with determination

a few last notes from Deaton, followed by a nod from both of them

and Liam's claws break skin

#teen wolf #theo raeken #liam dunbar #melissa mccall #malia tate #teen wolf fic

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thesecretattic · 2 years ago

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A lot of signs indicated I’ll die of exhaustion my head is paining I’m getting wheezing too but I had to write this #HarshRajput

Love & Cafuné and much more…

I’m getting that weird prickly sensation in my palms due to low pressure n high fever and I’m too numb maybe cuz of what’s been going on it got worst in the past couple of days including today’s episode. I remembered that Saloni’s video n altho I’d sworn not to think of think cuz he’s my Opp in terms of looks he has all the beauty out of the two of us, I still remember he was standing so close to her in every scene and she was barely dressed (YouTube) there was a manager of some pub/restaurant who himself was high I’d gone there for takeaway during afternoon in broad daylight it wasn’t even dark no music nothing and it was the only place accessible there so I thought it wud be harmless but he was high and he too was leaning over a lot (very indecently) i felt intimidated, luckily the driver saw this from outside so he immediately started honking and I had the chance to run I literally lurched from there I had started to freeze, the driver said most of these owners or managers are themselves drunk. The manager kept asking even while I was rushing out “You don’t wanna eat?” Tu khud Jhoota khaaenga I didn’t tell him that. Harsh drinks too that’s why he was leaning close to her and that ho is not such she liked it and I’m scared I’m freezing even inside my mouth it’s cold and on the contrary my exterior is completely hot due to fever and numb I’m too stressed out my hands are also getting that prickly sensation due to low pressure like I said don’t go on my jokes I try to look strong but I’m physically dying.

I was just thinking if I would’ve looked like that I would’ve gone wherever he would go, just to be around him, and kissed his head and ran my fingers through his hair it’s stinging in my heart n I’m too cold my tongue is turning ice cold too I wud’ve never left him like his ex he had an accident and he was sharing painful tweets I’d seen them in 2015 when I once opened his twitter profile and I felt really bad cuz I don’t think she was showing any concern hence he became insensitive PERMANENTLY and my issues (although I’m not competitive, are never ending and much more worse) when some fortune telling site said something similar and that he’s acting like a psycho it clearly indicated that all I asked was (3-5 years ago) “Then will he become normal again?” First of all I’d met him before that ex he chose her over me and then when he met me again after his breakup as a fresh start she again came in between and then that Aneri I will never forgive god for making me like this if I would’ve been the girl of his dreams this wouldn’t have happened. I felt bad for the accident tweets and I always “understood” him he wasn’t faking but he was expecting her to feel bad too, maybe I’m like a dog for him

My puppy was like that Oscar 🐶 whenever I wud cry with my head over my knees he would come and stand on his hind legs keep his paws on my knees and this is how he would respond to tears - he would make really tiny eyes and they would keep brimming with like loads of pain and he would come near my face and get hysteric he would start sniffing very frantically like not the usual sniff where they smell but when you cry and then shake his head like “No no no you won’t cry” and then smother my face. He would understand what crying meant, he himself would make a painful face with small eyes and all to show I know you are in pain and that’s very compassionate, he would put himself in your shoes. They are your true friends. Idk which puppy has done this - something I have probably never shared before, so he was like my personal toy (toy dog in fact) who would protect me even as a pup cuz those were his natural instincts but for him, his toys were supposed to do the same.

Whenever he would be alone at home since he was after all a puppy (he was like any other human kid) he too would feel scared in the house so whenever we would return we’d see this… he would line up all his toys horizontally and play with his best friend a green bunny (first toy of his life) behind them, we reached the same conclusion that they were all like Soldiers (someone said this is Toys ki Sena) they were supposed to protect and defend him that was his logic. It was like a brigade of toys (soft toys lol) whenever I would return home he would whimper and make that sad sound and face as in why did you leave me? Then he would ask me to lift him up and then shake his head & fix his hair and be like it’s all cool c’mon inside. I miss him.

It’s paining in my heart rn so I won’t be able to share anything more although there’s a lot to talk about but I have no one there are many interesting stories. Never thought this loneliness will become a forever curse one day in this superficial world. I have never felt so sick before it’s probably out of grief I also saw him yesterday I remembered that Neirav’s shop I haven’t seen him since 2016 due to panic attacks, but I remembered his friend’s shop, he had downloaded Typorama and used the same generic font as the app’s nothing creative like me to come up with something original or even enticing no wonder they had to sell the shop later on… that Neirav was anyway 10-11 years older than me I was only 20. He still kept hitting on me through dating apps and when I WAS FORCING myself to like him cuz Harsh was acting very badly he was his friend and I thought I deserved someone boring like Neirav he blocked me. Please read further to understand why it’s not ideal for girls to force themselves please… I have it covered in my other paragraphs. I was only 20 I was stylish smart and good looking back then I wanted someone cool too.

I don’t even have to pay to create several things I’ve made around 150 inspirational moodboards and countless pngs and graphics and more than 20 logos I’m just saying why it’s hard to find anyone and ppl like Neirav have several friends like Harsh, whereas those like me are always alone it’s all UNFAIR god doesn’t exist we are all under the Devil’s despotic reign, he’s the Sun lord whom the Vikings worshipped and came up with Burial grounds all the stones erected in the middle of the nowhere all those shady stories are real (Stonehenge one of the 7 wonders of the world) they would play hunger games to sacrifice and cremate even ch ildren there which led to more cults in the future I have more interesting stories like these from the west, those stones were massively huge tombs this Sun Lord would ask them for sacrifices, he targets loners like me and plays with all of us like puppets, light and warmth is this Sun’s mercy and that burning fire is his fury.People who should’ve supported each other and mainly us (who have no one in this world) they conveniently leave us like that to die by saying, “I don’t know them personally”. You are worst than the Sun Lord because you aren’t even entitled to that.

Nor is he but you definitely are not as powerful to even feel that way and even for that Sun - making someone’s life which is already bad more miserable doesn’t require much power, the actual test is if you are able to change someone’s life for better miraculously, if you would’ve been able to do that or show us some REAL MAGIC then we would’ve looked up to you and said God we are under your grace NOT mercy like I just said in my previous line.

I’m getting tremendous low pressure I saw him on Trending Now page his friend’s shop 2017 pic and this time I saw it clearly I would feel very shy in 2015 and then I would get panic attacks I saw he is beautiful and all he is like Mardo ka Aishwarya Rai I never wanted someone this pretty I just wanted decent looking I liked him even when he was different like that photo in his dad’s dp (from long ago) I like him in every look (and age) and state… no matter what. When I saw it back then maybe it was a different I was more focused on his shoes his laces were not even tied properly that’s all I remember from the last time I saw it. Now I saw his eyes… and I said to myself so my life got ruined because of this beautiful Aadmi. Jokes apart he is indeed like that hence I’m in this state cuz this “God” deliberately made me his opposite, I hate myself I had to face all the insensitivity due to him I was created as a joke myself for him to laugh at my expense. Bye my chest is getting that ant like sensation which happens in low bp ive never felt this worse before it’s like I’m dying. I only liked the moustache I always had this ideal man in my head because of someone I’d seen as a kid he was a prime example he had the same moustache and while my father would treat us badly, he on the other hand brought his wife and kids to the restaurant in a completely different manner, he was the best husband and father in my eyes…

Harsh had that moustache in this pic, if God would’ve been real he would’ve sent someone like him I had asked him to minus such eyes and that long model face but the moustache has to be the same and I just want decent looking (again, some men are very creepy or scary and dumb even average inside out because it’s easier for them to look good as they don’t get 10-15 day long PMS and then additional 7 days of ovulation, it makes our hair brittle and frizzy face puffy there’s water retention everywhere our skin breaks out etc. etc. hence even smart girls can look average but I’ve noticed that average men are dumb and average even on the IQ level) secondly if girls aren’t in love with you or aroused then they won’t be lubricated and that will lead to pain it’s almost r*pe in fact it is that it’s high time we acknowledge this. If we aren’t interested it’s a NO we can’t compromise our body won’t, the entry is shut for those for whom we have no affinity, simple as that.

Anyway I was okay with his double chin (I don’t like repeating this he was younger in his early 20s so it’s natural) I was okay with that (in fact I wonder if starves himself to remain fit I always hoped not) anyway I was okay with his weight and everything, financial status, complexion (it was the camera’s fault or bad lighting) but in general everything because I loved him you can’t force someone to love someone else once they are already in love especially a GIRL and I was ready to move on since like forever… cuz he doesn’t want me im not his happiness so I just wanted my childhood dream back as in someone with that moustache and all and minus the eyes or the long model ish face it’s like I was asking god if we’ll deduct these extra add ons then how much will it cost, the total bill amount was reduced BUT GOD ADDED TAXES - Zara Sauleh

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