#hopefully it doesn't have tetanus on it

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

I’ve fucking stapled my finger.

If you’re having a bad day, think that at least you didn’t fucking staple your finger.

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

'Stuck' for the writing prompts, for whoever you'd like to write about! (--@space-writes)

@space-writes I'm so sorry this took forever--I changed ideas twice before just deciding to continue with the Isaac/Kinslayer theme. So, uh, hope you enjoy gay stuff happening on a ship?

From this list of sexy prompt asks

Words: 2,493

Summary: While exploring the lower decks of a beached shipwreck, Isaac tries an unconventional shortcut. He doesn't regret it, not exactly.

Content Advisory: Possible claustrophobia trigger (being stuck/trapped in an enclosed space), suggestive touching, teasing, power dynamics play, spanking, look the first part of this is pretty silly, I'll mark the spot where things become spicier later on for those who want to opt out, and include an advisory about the sexy stuff beneath that cut off point

It was the first time Isaac had ever seen Kinslayer look surprised. As soon as they’d come through the watertight door and saw him their brows shot up—their mouth even fell open a bit. Given the circumstances, he couldn’t exactly congratulate himself.

“Help,” Isaac said, voice tiny.

They crossed the room, boots clomping on steel grating, until they stood in front of him. “The hell happened to you, bookworm?”

He tried to sigh, but the pressure around his ribs when he inhaled that deeply was too much. “I was trying to get back to the upper decks…”

“Uh-huh.”

“…but I got turned around somehow. All these ship passageways look alike.”

“That much I figured when you started calling for me with your thoughts. But why’re you halfway sticking out of the goddamn bulkhead?”

How good was their night vision? Good enough not to need a flashlight, apparently, but hopefully not enough to see how embarrassed he looked. “Well. Uh. I was looking for, er, the way out. And I happened to peek through that, that tube thingy with the metal trays hanging in front?”

“The cable ways, yeah.”

“I shone the light through that and spotted some steps. Over there.” Forlornly, Isaac pointed to the narrow staircase on the other side of the room. (Or what had Anaru said they were called on a ship? Compartments?)

“And lemme guess. You couldn’t find the door, so you tried to shimmy in through that vent and got yourself stuck instead.” Even in the gloom, he noticed their shoulders shaking.

Isaac huffed. “Don’t laugh.”

“Little too late for that, bookworm. But don’t you worry your pretty little head. I’ll get you out of there.”

“My hero.”

“If you’re going to sass me, though…”

“Okay, okay! Please just get me out of here. I’m probably already going to need a tetanus shot.”

“You want me to grab hold of your arms and pull?”

“No, I think that might just make it worse. If you pull from behind that should work—I can’t back out myself because my feet don’t quite reach the floor now.”

Kinslayer patted him on the head despite his scowling. “Give me a minute to find the passageway.”

Then there was nothing for him to do except wait. Isaac did his best to keep from imagining anything spooky lurking in the dark corners, or just outside his flashlight beam. Given that whole misadventure with Elfy the last time he’d explored a wrecked old ship, it wasn’t easy.

A light touch slid along the outside of his thigh and made him twitch in alarm.

“Easy, bookworm,” came Kinslayer’s voice, muffled by the metal wall separating them.

His heart shifted down a gear. “Get me out of here.”

“All right, let’s see what’s what.”

Isaac tried not to squirm as their hands roamed around, gently prodding at where his hips met the vent. Mostly. One wandered over to rest on his ass. Not squeezing or anything, just…there.

“What do you, um, think?”

“Well, looks like the waistband of your jeans could be holding you up. Might have to shuck ‘em.”

“Are you serious?” His voice had risen an octave or two.

“Could always just bring you food and water three times a day, if you wanna stay. Leave you some reading material.”

“Haha. Just…just do whatever you need to.”

His face grew hot as Kinslayer slipped a hand around to his front, working it between his abdomen and the vent enough to pop the button on his jeans. Isaac chewed his lips and tried to distract himself by listing every breed of dog he knew while they peeled the denim off his helplessly dangling legs, leaving it bunched around his ankles. A startled little yip leapt from his throat when their fingers dug into his hips.

“Ah, are you going to…erm…”

“Gonna what?”

“Help me?” His voice and the hope in it were too faint to even echo.

“Hmm. I dunno. Maybe if you ask real nice.”

“O-kay. Um. Help me…please?”

The smack on his ass, when it came, made him drop his flashlight; it went rolling across the floor, causing wild shadows to flit over the walls. Though of course it was futile, Isaac attempted to twist around and stare at Kinslayer in disbelief.

“You can do better than that, bookworm. Go on. Once more, with feeling.”

He kept perfectly still, brain whirring. Did they really want him to…what? Plead? Submit? Kinslayer had always discussed that kind of scenario with him beforehand. Then again, they did enjoy pushing his buttons—nudging him out of his comfort zones. Maybe this was just an unexpected opportunity to mess with him.

“What happens if I don’t?” The direct approach rarely went wrong.

It stung a bit, the second smack. “Then I spank this cute little ass until it glows like Rudolph’s nose on Christmas Eve.”

He gulped. “If I ask—if I beg…you’ll let me go?”

Two strikes landed in quick succession, making tears prickle in his eyes. “Naw, doubt it.”

“But that’s not fair!”

“It is fun, though.”

“For you maybe!”

!!! Explicit Scene Starts Below !!!

Content Advisory: Spanking, dirty talk, mild/referenced sadism, submission, anal fingering, brief degradation/humiliation, suggested group sex, we're basically watching Isaac unlock a new kink in real-time here

Kinslayer rested a hand on his flank. Gently, but it still made him flinch like he’d been jabbed with a thumbtack.

“Isaac.” Their voice had lowered to a purr—a growl?—that made the hairs along the back of his neck stand at attention.

“What?” he snapped.

“Are you hard?”

His mouth dropped open, but no sound came out.

“Are you?” they pressed, giving him a motivating slap.

“No!” Not all the way at least—he probably wouldn’t have even noticed his body reacting if they hadn’t brought it up.

Kinslayer’s laughter was felt more than heard, a subtle tremor in the air. Or maybe Isaac had just started shivering. “Liar.”

“I’m not—”

His protests earned a flurry of blows that made Isaac yelp and kick as much as the jeans still comically hanging around his ankles would allow. Metal edges dug into his ribs as he attempted to twist, turn, do anything to free himself and avoid the relentless palm from colliding with his backside again.

“Had enough?” Kinslayer asked, mercifully giving him a break. “You ready to admit defeat?”

He grit his teeth, sweat tickling the back of his neck and glueing his curls to his skin. “You wish.”

Hands were on him again, tugging off his boxers. Cinders singed his nerves as Kinslayer dragged their short nails down the curve of one asscheek. “You’re right. I do wish.”

Shit. Now he really was—

He couldn’t help it if his body reacted, though. It was the cool air, being naked yet half-dressed at the same time, the way their voice made his skin flush hot all over, and—Isaac shook his head to clear the rosy haze from his thoughts. It simply wasn’t fair. He couldn’t disobey or misbehave like this. The best he could do was sulk, but his heart wouldn’t be in it.

“Isaac. Am I going to have to beat an answer out of you?”

It wasn’t fair. Although…that didn’t mean he was helpless. Not completely.

“You wouldn’t.” He paused, heart hammering against the sheet metal imprisoning him. “You can’t.” Not quite his usual style of defiance, but it scratched the itch he hadn’t been able to reach before.

Somehow, he could sense Kinslayer’s expression change. In his mind’s eye, he saw a grin creep across their face, revealing a sharp crescent of teeth. Isaac took a shaky breath and wondered what, exactly, it said about him that fear wasn’t driving his pulse.

A hit with the most force behind it yet landed, sending his thoughts scattering like a break across a billiard table. Then another. And another, so close on the heels of the last that the stinging pain overlapped, intensifying. Kinslayer fell into a devious rhythm, striking the same spot until it felt branded, the shape of their hand seared into his flesh. Right at the edge of Isaac’s breaking point, though, they’d shift to the other side, starting the whole torturous process again. The compartment soon echoed with curses, cries, and, eventually, sobs.

“Okay, okay!” he finally gasped. “You win! Stop! Please!”

“Had enough, huh?”

“Yes, I’ll be good!”

“Oh, bookworm, it was never about you being good or bad.”

Swiping sweat from his eyes and still catching his breath, Isaac thought hard. What had they said? Not fair, but fun. He relaxed as much as his aching body would allow.

“It doesn’t matter.” His voice stayed surprisingly steady. “Because I’m stuck. You can do whatever you want to me right now, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.”

Kinslayer’s pleased hum reverberated up and down his spine. “See? I knew you’d get it sooner or later. Glad we’re on the same page.”

There was a rustle of fabric. Not like they were undressing, but maybe…going through the pockets of their jacket? Isaac’s brows pinched as he listened, focused on what was coming next.

Of all the things he’d imagined, slick fingers sliding between his cheeks hadn’t made the list. Isaac jumped and hissed, the touch like dragging a live wire across his raw skin.

“I do believe you’ve earned a little treat, though,” Kinslayer told him. “Whaddaya say?”

“It’s up to you,” he said through gritted teeth and contrary to every instinct.

“Mmm. Now you’re starting to get it.”

A fingertip began to stroke his hole, setting off a wave of tingles that blended with the pain in a way that made him wish he could arch his back. He wriggled, but a hand gripped his hip. Breathing through his nose, Isaac made himself go still again. The insistence behind the caresses increased. His body didn’t put up much of a fight, allowing Kinslayer to push one long finger into him. Isaac shoved a fist against his mouth, biting his knuckles to keep quiet. Just because they had him dead to rights didn’t mean he had to broadcast how much it was turning him on. Or how fucking well the burn of being breached complemented the heat radiating from his oversensitive skin. They could read his thoughts if they wanted to know, so he wouldn’t bother admitting it out loud. Definitely wouldn’t beg for more, harder, faster, please and thank you. He wouldn’t.

Luckily, Kinslayer wasn’t asking for input. “You know, as cute as you are when you’re full of vim and vinegar, we ought to do this more often. Well, not the ‘stuck in a vent’ thing. More the ‘at my mercy’ part, I mean. Though, being in this wreck does bring back some fond memories.”

They withdrew their finger enough to add a second. Pressure and resistance as they filled him partway, then retreated a fraction only to thrust in deeper, working him open. Curling, both digits pressed upwards, seeking an angle of attack that would destroy any illusion of defiance he had left. The anticipation, simply knowing Kinslayer was going to win, to prod and pet until they made him—

Isaac gripped the flange of the vent and wished his legs would stop quivering.

“I worked on dozens of ships in the old days, before steam engines became common. Expeditions, piracy, whaling. Did I ever mention that?” Kinslayer continued. “I usually wound up around second or third command. You know, something like a bosun or mate. That way, I’d be the one who got to give the lashings and break green sailors to my will.”

Though he’d been braced for it, Isaac couldn’t hold back a sharp, stuttering inhale when they hit a place inside of him just so. Every stroke melted his bones and organs further into liquid pleasure. It dribbled down the ladder of his ribcage, thick and warm, to pool in his belly and settle heavily between his thighs. By the end, there’d be nothing left of him but a quivering puddle on the floor.

“You know how much fun I would’ve had if I’d found you like this on one of my ships, bookworm? I would’ve whipped you until you had more stripes than a zebra. Maybe, if I was feeling generous, I would’ve invited a couple of deckhands to join me so we could take turns with you.”

A choked whimper escaped his throat. Isaac hid his face behind his hands as Kinslayer laughed, low, dark, devoid of pity.

“Well, how about that? Never took you for an exhibitionist.”

He wasn’t. Not really. No matter what sounds came out of him.

“Or is it the thought of being helpless that’s got you hot under the collar? Getting spanked, being fucked while you can’t do a damn thing about it? Being used like the pretty toy you are?”

Couldn’t hide the noises anymore. Couldn’t keep them back. It didn’t matter. He didn’t care anymore. Just as long as Kinslayer didn’t stop. As long as he was allowed—

“You going to come like this, Isaac? Going to disgrace yourself?”

His voice was wrecked, in tatters. “If you want me to.”

Their other hand wrapped around his cock, easily gliding from tip to base and back. “Good answer.”

Lightning split Isaac asunder. Pleasure, white-hot, crackled through his spine, boiled his blood to rust-colored steam, withered his muscle fibers to ash, and gave him a glimpse of heaven before he drifted back down to earth. He hung limp, catching his breath in gasps. His aches and pains had grown distant. Were of a past lifetime. Forgotten.

Something squeezed in on either side of his ribs, grabbed ahold, and pulled him free as easy as pie. He tried to glare up at Kinslayer’s smirking face as they held him, arms wrapped around his waist. More than likely he just looked dazed and drowsy.

“You with me, bookworm?”

“Mm-hm.” Jerk.

They had one of their quiet, shoulder shaking laughs at his expense while they propped him against the wall. Bulkhead. Whatever. Using a little pack of wipes, they helped clean him up enough to get his clothing back in order. He winced as the waistband of his boxers and jeans slid up and over his ass.

“Som…” Isaac cleared his hoarse throat. “Something you learned from life at sea?”

One of Kinslayer’s brows quirked.

He pointed at the pack. “Always be prepared?”

“Oh, sure.” They tucked it back into the appropriate jacket pocket. “Modern lube keeps better than whale oil too.”

Isaac opened his mouth, then let it fall shut. Maybe his curiosity could stand to leave some stones unturned.

“Well, upsy-daisy, bookworm.”

“Wha—” He flailed as he was manhandled into being carried over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Can’t let you walk all the way up to the weather deck, can I? Denim’ll chafe your tender hide before I can tend to it. Unless you object?”

He heaved a sigh, though that didn’t stop him from relaxing, letting his arms dangle down their back. “Do I really have a choice?”

“You catch on real quick.”

[timeoverload]

I didn't feel good when I woke up as usual. I'm just sore and I felt really sad earlier. I don't want to spend most of the weekend in the house again.

I got up and went to the doctor even though I really didn't want to. It went ok for the most part. I think I like my new provider more than the other lady I was seeing. She seemed to be more thorough and more empathetic. She felt my ribs and they are definitely tender on the left side but she didn't think there was anything seriously wrong with them. My lungs sound fine. She just told me to let her know if I have any more problems. My vitals were good and she thinks I'm healthy. I had to get blood drawn and the nurse was having a hard time with that. Normally I have no problem giving a blood sample but I think I'm dehydrated. I'm nervous about the results but I won't find out until Monday. I will try not to worry about it. I am back down to 106lbs. so I'm frustrated about that. I talked to her about my problem with soda and she wasn't really concerned about it. She just told me to drink lots of water and I do most of the time. She also didn't give me a lecture about vaping because she knows that doesn't do any good. She knows I'm not proud of that and she is understanding. She said that she can help whenever I decide to quit but she wasn't pushy. I have to get a couple vaccinations next time I go so that will be fun. My mom didn't believe in the cervical cancer vaccine so she didn't let me get one when I was a teenager so I'm going to have that done. I thought I was too old for that but I still have 16 years. I might have to pay for it out of pocket because insurance might not cover it but it's ok. I also am about due for a tetanus shot so I am going to get that taken care of too. I still have 2 years but I would rather get it early since I work with a lot of metal. I told her I don't want to increase my medication because I know that's not going to solve any of the issues that I'm having at this point. I think I'm pretty stable, despite the circumstances I'm currently in. I don't have to go back until December unless I have more problems before then.

I didn't want to go straight home after I got done at the doctor so I went for a drive. I drove through our old neighborhood again. I don't know why I bother doing that because it makes me cry. It is just very pretty out there in the summer. I don't think I will do that for a while because I don't like getting emotional about it. I think crying helped me feel a little better though.

I don't know what I'm going to do with the rest of my day. I want to take a nap but I don't want to sleep all day either. I went to bed at 9:30 last night. It was nice to get off work early but I was too tired to enjoy my time much. I guess I'm going to find something to do now. I don't really feel like being on tumblr at the moment. Hopefully I can make it a good weekend.

I hope everyone else has a good weekend too. 💖💖💖

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

SNOW DAY at Lestat's.

Thranduil was making snow angels with Louie. Hopefully Lestat won't be peod that his faithful companion is hanging out with the likes of an elf making angels of all things when he is the cat of the dark brat prince and should be creating yellow snow on Thranduil's art. But instead Louie purred away and took a cat nap beside the beautiful elvenking that even he couldn't resist.

"I'm coming for you Haldir!! Better duck!!" Laughing Legolas shouts with a devious glare at the marchwarden. The Prince is still ticked off that Haldir kept nailing him with his fastballs of snow when he wasn't looking. He swore he packed them with crushed ice because they stung like hell but Haldir denies all allegations.

"Catch me if you can. You started this war when you nailed me in the face with a snowball for merely stating your stepmom would look better with no clothes on. I'm prepared now with my eye shields so bring it on Lego! Oh and hey, great pink coat and boots. Did daddy buy those? Suits you well preppy prince...ess!" Haldir took off on his snowboard going as fast as Clark Griswold on a greased up sled. "Fast as fast can be, he'll never catch me muahahahahaaa!"

Lestat is appalled to see his little fur ball chillin with the pointy eared princess and scoops him right up giving Thranduil a scowl. "Come on Louie. I told you to stay away from elves. Now I have to give you a flea bath and take you in for a tetanus and rabies shot." Off the vexed vampire went with his nose in the air. "What does one have to do to be alone around here because apparently moving to the top of a desolate mountain doesn't work." He mumbled as he stomped through the snow.

Garrett looked on from afar at the others while he stood on the island of misfit vampires and drank his cup of hot blood. He just didn't fit in. He wanted to play too but no one liked him and wouldn't let him join in on any elf or vampire games. They all laughed and called him names from across the way. "Hey snaggletooth! Do you kiss your mother with those teeth??" Legolas shouted. "You're a real pain in my neck!" Haldir continued. "Get your own wife to suck!" Thranduil surprisingly joined in. Oh how he loved the fair Josephine. He looked up and saw her on the balcony making snow castles. She saw him too and stood up. She waved and smiled. She was the only one who was ever nice to him but he couldn't be a part of her world. He just turned around and walked away with his head hung low.

Meanwhile, back in Dorwinion, Narcisse was baking cookies n shit while waiting on his turn to be in the story again.

@redeemer46 this is for you🤣🤣👏👏😎🤟

[bruinhilda]

Last week, one of the cats I look after had a kind of fit triggered by a spot on her back she can't reach, and latched onto my dominant hand, biting the absolute shit out of it. This prompted me to grit my teeth and get medical care (I usually avoid seeing doctors due to most of my encounters with medical care being soul-crushing exercises in frustration.)

How bad was it? Well, doesn't seem to be major internal damage. She didn't get any of the tendons. But the punctures were all over, and there was no way to bandage most of them, due to there being no undamaged skin nearby to secure a band-aid. My choice was wrapping the hand in gauze, or just slathering it with ointment and wearing one of the disposable gloves from my Dad's wound care supplies. (Even that sort of hurt...the skin was pretty much screaming about any pressure on it.)

A tetanus shot and a week of antibiotics later, my damaged ring finger is mostly back to it's normal size, and can bend *most* of the way. Still looks quite ugly. The other fingers are pretty much healed, and the thumb just has one spot with deadened sensation (that seems to be slowly clearing up as well.)

The ring finger is also regaining sensation, after a week of being mostly numb. The bad news is, the ring finger is regaining sensation and oh my gods I am the worst klutz smacking it against random objects right on the worst spot on the hand.

Of course, this week I also got covid. Meaning I've gotten more medical care in five days than I have in the last couple of years.

About the only good thing is that there's a kind of relief from being firmly barred from work. My guilt complex has nothing to work with; I'm not ALLOWED to go back in until my clearance date!

Which will hopefully give them enough time to fix the leak over my desk. Did I mention that I've been having the worst couple of weeks here?

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Hello from Cookie Anon, thank you for answering my ask about Pico fluff. I appreciate it. If i may ask again, what about Tabi with doctor/medic (S/O)? I just thought him visiting them for some healing of his skull from fights could be nice

Its ok if you dont want to write it tho

Hey Cookie Anon! Welcome back hon!

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Tabi w/ Doc! S/O

- He knows he can just go to you after a fight to be fixed up

- "I worry about your health when you get into fights like this Tabi." "It's not like I started them..." "I know, I know. Still, you're staying at home for a few days until these heal properly."

- He's not going to use your status as a doctor against you like some people would in order to feed their drug addictions

- You're the reason he would stop smoking

- "I don't get why you want me to stop." "Because I don't want the person I love most to die sooner than they should?" *Tabi sputtering on his water*

- "How many times have you got into fights this week?" ".....6." "Well at least you won. Let me get you some Lidocaine." "Lidocaine?" "Numbing medication, sadly it seems you'll need to get another tetanus shot." "Are you f***ing kidding me?" "No. The bat you were hit with had rusted nails imbedded into it. Better safe than sorry." "Ugh...god I hate people." "Hopefully that doesn't include me."

- Very grateful that you're willing to patch him up so often, and that you don't rush on it when he tells you he's in pain

- He calls you "Doc" as an affectionate nickname much to amusement

- Tries to stay out of trouble for you, but trouble seems to find him when he's trying to mind his own business

- You make sure he gets home safety after your shift is over

- "Thanks again Doc." "You need me to stay?" "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to."

- You stay with him often due to his violent nightmares that keeps him up all night

- You're literally the reason why he feels more comfortable in hospitals

[takenpeace]

"If you don't stay still..." an idle threat, of course, knowing there is nothing she can do to keep him from fidgeting. Paul is always so careful, so capable. The injuries she's had to tend to where he is concerned have been far and few in between. Still, it doesn't stop her from trying to make this as painless as possible.

@surviviiente

he  huffs  in  disapproval  but  does  what  she  says.  usually  he’s  so  careful,  but  one  walker  too  many  had  him  tripping  over  debris  littering  the  floor.  the  misstep  causes  him  to  fall  over  the  broken  boards,  the  nails  exposed  slicing  through  his  jeans  straight  into  his  leg.  here’s  hoping  he  won’t  get  tetanus. 

‘i  told  you.  i’m  fine.  just  give  me  some  butterfly  stitches  and  i’ll  be  on  my  way.”  paul  always needing  to  be  on  the  move.  being  idle  for  too  long  makes  him  anxious,  but  in  the  midst  of  trying  to  get  back  to  get  his  wound  tended  to  he  lost  some  supplies  he’s  desperate  to  get  back  to.  hopefully  they  aren’t  gone  or  ruined  by  now. 

too  many  valuable  things  to  be  lost  due  to  some  injury  and  he’s  a  leader  just  enough  to  want  to  retrieve  them.   of  course,  he  won’t  tell  her  what  he’s  up  to  because  then  he’s  sure  she’ll  give  him  some  sort  of  lecture  about  it  or  try  to  talk  him  out  of  it.  they  simply  can’t  afford  that  right  now.