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[moonstruckme]

Mae I love your way of writing very much! Can you do poly!wolfstar with reader who is used to love being conditional? The scenario can be anything you want <3 thank you! Sorry if my English is messy jaja

Thank you angel <3

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 708 words

“Oh. Hello.” Remus comes inside, shaking raindrops off his umbrella. “How are you home already?” 

Hands in the sink, you can only half turn to greet him. “I left work a bit early.” You throw him an impish look. “Don’t tell.” 

“I’d never.” You hear the sounds of shoes and umbrella being discarded. Remus walks on near silent footsteps, but you know him well enough to anticipate the gentle pressure of his lips on the crown of your head. “I’m quite proud of you, actually. You’ve done far too much unpaid overtime for them. Now look at you, fucking off an hour early to make—what are you making? It smells good.” 

“She’s making brownies,” Sirius calls from down the hall. 

“Brownies?” Remus asks, delighted. “Hi, by the way.” 

“Hi, handsome.” Sirius comes to greet him, hair wet and wearing the fresh cozies you laid out for him on the bed. He gives Remus a kiss. “How was your day?” 

“Fine. Steadily improving.” 

Sirius hums agreeably. “She drew me a lovely bath, too. Had it all ready for me when I got home.” You’re not looking at them as you dry your hands on a dishtowel, but when you glance up his grin is there waiting. “Thanks for that, sweetness.” 

You shy. “It was no problem.” 

“Does my hair smell nice?” He drops his head forward, shaking his wet hair out in front of you. 

You sniff. “It does. It always smells nice.” 

“Extra, thanks to you.” 

He plants a smiling kiss on your cheek, and you bear it, feeling glittery with joy. By the way Remus is smiling at you both, you must look as pleased as you feel. 

“What’s all this for?” he asks. 

You shrug. “I just felt like doing something for you guys.”

The truth of it is that in the center of the kitchen table there are wilting carnations, which Sirius bought two weeks ago. You’ve yet to do anything to thank him for them. You can’t recall a time you cooked dinner for all of you in the last month. You keep meaning to take out the trash, but Remus gets to it before you can every time. You’ve not done anything very thoughtful, or kind, or doting in a long while. Sirius and Remus are so good to you, and lately you’ve not felt very deserving of their love at all. 

“And,” you say, “I feel a bit bad that I’ve…not been very considerate lately.” 

Sirius makes an odd face. “Considerate how?” 

“I haven’t been doing as much for you as I’d like to.” 

“Oh,” Remus tsks, “sweetheart, we don’t care how much you do. You know it doesn’t come down to that.” 

“Yeah, I know,” you say flippantly. The edge of the counter digs into your back as you lean against it, trying to look nonchalant. “It’s just, you guys do so much for me—” 

“Well, I hope we’re not supposed to be keeping score.” Sirius raises his eyebrows. “If I have to get even for that bath, sweetheart, I’m going to be rubbing your feet every night for a month.” 

You laugh. “You’re off the hook.” 

“Oh, good. You are too, then.” 

“Well—” 

“No,” Remus cuts you off, his smile as fond as it is knowing. “You don’t get to be the only one who has to earn love. It’s all of us or none of us, dove. Which is it?” 

You can’t help smiling back at him, even as your face heats. “I don’t like this game.” 

“Oh, poor girl,” Sirius coos. He pulls you under his arm, pouting in faux sympathy as he squeezes you. “You just have it so rough, don’t you?” 

“That’s the way it has to be,” says Remus. “You don’t get to make your own rules only for yourself. And I love you just as much right now as I did yesterday.”

Sirius mushes a kiss to the side of your head. “Ditto.” 

“Okay,” you relent, rolling your eyes. Internally, your heart is aglow. “If you really want to lie to me and pretend you’re going to love me the exact same when you have brownies in your stomachs, go ahead.” 

“Not lying, sweetheart.” 

“So you don’t want them?” 

“Now, hold on a minute—” 

[thefemigirl]

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[hello-gloomy]

Maybe a xeno x fem reader. She's his girlfriend and a part of the American colony. This is set when senku and the others first arrived. One day the reader just got very sick and xeno needed medicine but he couldn't make anything because he needed something that wasn't native to the US(just pretend) and when he learned that senku had the sulfa drug, he called a temporary truce so he could get the medicine to help her.

Sorry it's short again. I hope u like it anyway.

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In Sickness

Xeno Wingfield × Sick Fem!Reader

Description: Xeno makes a deal with the Japanese colony to get medicine for you.

Warnings: SO much fucking sap bro and a nit of angst with fluff ofc.

A/N: My bad if the end felt rushed I started strong and then it felt down hill ngl. Future edit: I feel like some of yall be stalking my page jus waiting for me to post lmao 🤣

Words: 663

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A warm cloth brushing the sweat off your head woke you from your restless sleep; when you opened your eyes to the dim room, you saw your sweet doctor taking care of you. He looked like he was in a sour mood; something must have blown up again. You smile at and greet him; he pouts in response and lays his head on your chest, analyzing your face. Your sickly color has gotten worse, and your eyes are sunken in and more red than usual. His eyes felt dry with tears. You weren't improving, and he could do nothing about it. You took notice of his turmoil about your situation and started brushing his silver hair. He buried his head in your chest in response, not bearing to look at the love of his life slowly dying and not being able to do anything about it; what was the point of all his knowledge if he couldn't even use it to help you? He stayed with you longer than usual today and didn't leave until Stanley called him to the lab for an emergency.

"I will make you better, I promise." With that, you went back to sleep, this time with a dream of you and Xeno enjoying dinner at a table instead of a sad white room.

When he had finished questioning Gen, he finally asked about the medicine they had acquired in Japan and if they had taken any with them on their voyage; when the boy had answered him truthfully, he tried his best not to get his hopes up. He would hate to have to give up his plans to get the herbs, but he wouldn't want to risk losing you by taking it forcefully.

"I'll support you with either decision you make, Xe." Stanley had put to him; he motioned for Stan to follow him to the communication room for now and dragged Gen along with them. He held his face in thought for a bit before coming to the choice of working with them for now, and if he did like how things turned out with you, he'd just have Stanley kill them all, slowly.

"I'm willing to have a truce with your group, Dr. Taiju, on the condition that you share any of the medicine you have in your question with me." There was a pause, and he could make out some muffled chatter before being answered.

"You have a deal." That new voice sounded oddly familiar. They planned to meet in a neutral zone so neither could try to exploit the other. He visited you before leaving, telling you he loved you and would return soon. He placed the important ring on your finger before he left, placing a kiss and a promise in your hands.

They started their trek to the neutral point. When they arrived, Xeno was surprised to see that the familiar voice was precisely who he thought it was.

"Dr. Senku." Said Xeno; the boy scoffed and rubbed his neck in response. They exchanged tense greetings and traded supplies. Xeno would have prolonged the moment with his pupil but was more haggard about getting back to you as fast as possible. He wanted you to be better, enjoy this new world with him, and be at his side, healthy and happy again, just like you used to be. He returned to your room and saw you sleeping peacefully; you were still breathing, which eased his heart significantly. He put you to rouse you gently; you blinked at him with bleary eyes and smiled at him; he whispered to you gently about the medicine and made you sit up.

"You went through all of that for me?" You asked him after a smaller coughing fit; he, in turn, hugged you close, crushing you in his arms.

"I would gladly watch the world end again for you." That night, he spent it in your bed, finally getting the sleep you both deserved.

[eccentricallygothic]

Depraved Night's Watch Lord Commander!Jon Snow and Arrogant Noble Woman!You…

Warning(s): Noncon/Dubcon, dark!Jon Snow, kidnapping, kissing, groping, forced stripping, manipulation, breeding kink, bastard shaming, humiliation. MDNI. 

Note: Can/Does this qualify for Kinktober/Halloween?

. . . 

His bushy lips that are akin in their roughness to his fingers that ‘gently’ move your hair away from your back that he further exposes by pulling on the harness that had been holding your blouse together feel harsh against your soft skin. He pushes the mass of your soft strands over one of your shoulders from behind and a beastly arm is wrapped around your waist to pull your body closer to that of your captive so he can press his deranged and lewd kisses along the length of your spine, the sickening sensation causing for your body to curl in disgust.

Jon Snow is a bastard in every sense of the word. 

Having meticulously crafted the persona of the gentle warrior full of valiance, endurance and better sense, you now understand with a frightening realization that he tirelessly worked for the construction of his present circumstances for years so he could perform a flawless execution of his plan that you are living now.

Although for reasons not particularly aimed at the shallowness in his facade that you can see through now, it is now that you know that you had always been right in your unyielding contempt of him. That your intuition that there festered something dark and twisted behind those ‘innocent’ eyes of his that were black as night and thus your accordingly treatment of him was justified. 

Jon had taken your unrelenting shaming and insulting of his origin, your humiliating rejection of his proposal to you and your vehement refusals of any and all attempts at any kind of an alliance between the two of you with a smile for years so as to portray you an unruly beast-like daughter of an influential man only so he could do this. 

Your chapped lips curl in fury and disdain that you feel for the thought as well as yourself. You had always considered your skills in self defense and swordsmanship to be on par with any other lad your age. 

Only for your mind to not even process your abduction when it was underway let alone your combative learnings to come into play. 

Your body stiffens when one of his hairy paws reach for your bare breasts and you almost smack it away but your stomach lets out a painful growl and the lining of your stomach painfully retracts into your organs at that very moment almost as a signal to make you stop and reconsider your urges. Your body freezes and you let your eyes wander to the object of your humiliation and assured desecration. The sight causes for your dry mouth to salivate in a way you had been a stranger to before this.

A steaming bowl of stew with a jug of water. 

That is the deal. Jon says he will not force himself on you. No. Rather, you will willingly surrender yourself to his touch and mercy. You are to welcome his acquaintance with your intimates, thank him for it, moan for him, let yourself loose to his touch and enjoy everything he plans to do to you. 

Water for every pinch and grope.

Fire and warmth for every move and sway of your body like the whores you've shamed your whole life.

Food for every adulterous act. 

A treat for every ‘experimental’ position in the bed that is currently a heap of carelessly woven straws.

A possible improvement of living conditions for every bastard you bear him.

He can easily bring the appropriate means down in this dungeon that he has built specifically for you in the undergrounds of Castle Black to marry you and legalize as well as religiously sanction this depraved dynamic he has devised for the two of you. 

But just why would he do that when he can easily get what he wants from you whilst torturing you to live through exactly what you have shamed him for all your lives? 

. . .

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[bloomzone]

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@bloomzone

[sevasey51]

Connor and his wife are out running errands and Charlie alerts her to an episode. They are able to either get to the car or find a place tucked away from everything.

Charlie’s Alert

Summary: Y/N and Connor are out running errands when Charlie, their dog, alerts Y/N to an impending POTS episode. As her symptoms worsen, Charlie’s instinctive behavior leads them to find a quiet, tucked-away place for Y/N to rest until she can regain control. With Connor’s support and Charlie by her side, Y/N is able to recover enough to safely head home.

The morning was crisp, the sun shining brightly as Y/N and Connor made their way through the bustling streets. Charlie, their ever-vigilant golden retriever, trotted happily beside them, his leash loosely held by Connor. They’d been meaning to get some errands done for weeks now—stopping by the grocery store, picking up dry cleaning, and grabbing a coffee from their favorite café.

As they moved through the busy shopping plaza, Y/N could feel the weight of the world pressing on her chest. Her POTS had been flaring up the past few days, and she was doing everything she could to push through it. But the lightheadedness was worsening, her heart rate too fast, and the heat was beginning to make her head spin. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

“I think I’m going to grab a coffee,” she said softly, trying to sound normal despite the growing discomfort.

Connor nodded but didn’t miss the slight tremor in her voice. He’d been on edge for a while now, sensing her condition wasn’t improving. But he didn’t want to worry her. “Alright, I’ll just finish this up, and we can sit for a minute.”

As they reached the café, Charlie started to tug at the leash, his steps quickening. Y/N noticed it first. Charlie was always so well-behaved, but today, he was restless—almost anxious.

“Charlie?” she called out, her voice a little more concerned now. “What’s up, buddy?”

Connor looked down at Charlie, then back at Y/N. “Is he okay?”

“I think it’s me,” she whispered. She had just enough time to grab onto Connor’s arm before the dizziness hit in full force. Her vision blurred, and the ground seemed to tilt beneath her. Charlie, sensing his owner’s distress, moved closer, nudging her leg with his head, his instincts alert.

“Y/N?” Connor’s voice was tight with concern as he saw her stagger.

“I need to sit down,” she managed, her body already betraying her. She grabbed Charlie’s leash from Connor and started heading toward a small park tucked away from the bustling plaza. The space was empty, peaceful, and a quiet haven where she could gather herself away from prying eyes.

Connor hurried to keep pace with her, his eyes flicking to the people around them, making sure no one was too close. Charlie followed closely behind, looking up at Y/N with an almost protective stance.

They reached a secluded bench under a large oak tree, and Y/N sank down gratefully. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the clammy sweat beginning to form on her skin.

“Take a deep breath,” Connor instructed, kneeling beside her and placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re alright. I’ve got you.”

Y/N closed her eyes, doing her best to focus on her breathing, but her pulse remained erratic. Charlie sat beside her, pressing his body against her legs, offering silent support. He had always been intuitive like this—knowing when something was wrong with her, always alerting them in time.

“Charlie knew before I did,” Y/N murmured, her voice strained.

Connor smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “He’s been your guardian angel from the start.”

She laughed weakly, but the effort drained her. Charlie leaned into her even more, his body warm and steady against hers, like he knew she needed that calmness.

Connor checked her vitals quickly, his hands moving expertly. He could feel her pulse racing, her skin pale. “We’ll wait here for a few minutes. Let’s just breathe, okay? Charlie’s here, I’m here, and everything will be fine.”

Y/N closed her eyes, letting his calming presence soothe her. The worst of the dizziness started to fade after a few moments, though the weakness in her body remained. She could still feel the faintest tremors in her hands.

After several minutes, Y/N’s breathing had steadied, and she opened her eyes to see Charlie still sitting faithfully by her side, looking up at her with those big brown eyes that always made her feel a little less alone.

“Thank you, buddy,” she whispered, her fingers running through his fur. “You saved me again.”

Connor helped her to her feet gently, his hands firm but gentle on her waist. “Feeling okay to go home?”

Y/N nodded, feeling a little steadier now. “Yeah. Just need a minute. Let’s get out of here before Charlie starts worrying again.”

The three of them slowly made their way back to the car, Y/N leaning on Connor as they walked. Charlie trotted beside them, his eyes always on Y/N, checking in with every step. By the time they reached the car, Y/N felt like she could breathe a little easier, the worst of the episode behind her.

She was still exhausted, but the sight of Charlie wagging his tail happily made her smile despite the lingering weakness. “He’s incredible, Connor,” she said, voice filled with gratitude. “I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

Connor’s smile was tender as he opened the car door for her. “We’re lucky to have him.” He paused, looking at her with a soft intensity. “And I’m lucky to have you.”

She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder as they drove home, with Charlie curled up quietly in the backseat, his watchful eyes never far from his beloved human.

The road ahead might be uncertain, but Y/N knew one thing for sure: with Connor and Charlie by her side, she would always have the strength to face whatever came her way.

[lilacxquartz]

Don't Make Me Feel Alive I Chapter 7

kenjaku x f!reader

chapter summary: as his own feelings for you become clear, the more he wants to keep you away from everything and everyone else.

warnings: threats of violence, dubcon

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7. Electrify

As the week continued to pass you by, you found yourself feeling all the more confused regarding his treatment towards you.

Kenjaku’s initially teasing personality managed to fade into something resembling cold indifference and just as you got used to that side, he once again settled back into something warmer again.

Leaving you completely and utterly confused.

And even while you remained alive just as he had promised, his actions left you feeling just a bit… uncertain?

As such, even despite what he had done to you—you started to develop feelings of something that you probably shouldn’t dare explore, finding that he played the role of a caretaker a little too well for your liking.

Was there something wrong with you for not hating him more than you did? It wasn’t that you were head over heels for him, since even just seeing his cold dead eyes watch over yours made your skin crawl and your senses dry heave, but… there was something beyond that sense that you couldn’t quite grasp.

Such masterful management and knowledge of your illness which otherwise threatened to consume you, proved surprisingly helpful and that was doing strange things to your head.

He hurt you but he also took the pain away.

With that, the week then finally slowly concluded while he continued to conduct experiments on you, testing the recovery times of your waning condition, leaving you feeling conflicted in your own building confusion.

(And his too.)

The experiments continued to reduce only to be replaced with subtle acts of affection, which left you feeling equal parts disgusted as well as strangely wanted. Things like his hand lightly brushing against your shoulder when he would pass you by or how he would gently move your hair out of your face while you rested. Things like ensuring you would stay warm, especially as your condition gradually worsened.

And as he noticed this—his hands so warm against your own, he couldn’t help but shake the feeling that this whole project of his was doomed to fail. Regardless of what he did, the battery only prolonged your life, doing nothing to actually stall the condition.

In short, you were alive but you shouldn’t have been. Realistically, you should have been dead by now if you didn’t have the pendant.

Such a realisation of what must have been a constant state of pain for you stopped him in his tracks momentarily, understanding that regardless of what he did, that you might not make it, after all.

And for the first time in a long while, he didn’t like that outcome, not wanting specifically you to die.

Making another decision, he decided to seldom complete the rest of the tasks leftover for the month, in turn leaving you behind for the remainder of it with only some occasional visits, testing to see if this would improve your condition.

(Maybe it was something to do with him, he thought, so what if he removed himself from the picture…?)

This decision of his left you feeling even more uncertain but at least this sort of life was one you were familiar with already; it was strangely similar to the same sort of routine that you had back at the hospital except this time your surroundings felt more personal.

Nobody else had access to the location he kept you so safely tucked away within so even while left alone, you would very unlikely meet with another soul—locking you away in what seemed to be the perfect prison, providing both optimal protection while allowing you to rest without any interruption.

Food, however, was taken care of by an associate, leaving you behind meals at the front door. Just one other person had access with a key and was given a specific instruction to do it discreetly and to never talk to you, lest their head end up served on a platter instead.

And as the month continued to close to an end, Kenjaku found that his own feelings towards you didn’t waver a single bit, the sense of emotional investment running abundantly strong.

Staring at your worsened state, he found himself feeling frustrated as your condition continued to deteriorate.

“Disappointing,” he muttered.

You didn’t reply to him as he continued to focus his sights over your body, hiding his concern quite well. He learned how to mask his feelings over the course of the past millennia; people come and go, after all.

(And all in the blink of an eye.)

But there was just something about you.

“I’d like to try something with you,” he spoke up again after a while, taking his hands off of you as he took a step back. He decided to actually go forward with the plan he had earlier in mind, refusing to admit defeat in your potential just yet.

“Try what…?” you asked, your tone laced with worry. He was being hurtful and your mind immediately jumped to something perverse.

He looked over at your body, noticing your lack of muscle mass (which only further fed into your unease), finding that while you did look better than you did at the hospital, you were nowhere near the usual standard of a fit sorcerer.

“You can’t fight, right?” he asked you.

“I can’t,” you confirmed, sounding slightly relieved that the direction of the conversation didn’t sound sexual after all.

Kenjaku simply nodded in response as he suspected as much, feeling disappointed even though his smile did not reveal his true feelings. He scrapped the plan in his mind to have you involved with any sort of combat, even if he did intend to keep you around as a trump card—deciding that he would only do so if all other options had run out, knowing that fully utilising your technique would very likely kill you.

So instead of involving you in direct combat, he chose to explore alternative uses of your technique instead, thinking back to when you had no issue during the time spent training bursts of it earlier on in the year. Electricity was versatile, after all, so he could simply tweak your technique to be supportive rather than offensive instead.

“Try to shock me using as little energy as you can,” he suggested, not wanting to damage his own body either while also wanting to see if you were capable of accomplishing what he had in mind.

You nodded in response, feeling him unlock the limitations of your technique. The sparks of it manifesting through what felt like your literal bloodstream as you focused your cursed energy. You continued to lock your hands into a sign, channelling a small surge that he chose to not intercept, instead assessing its potency.

His skin numbed briefly as a tingling sensation washed over his body, however only temporarily. This was enough to give him an idea with how to finalise your potential; still rendering you useful which will have meant that this whole experiment wasn’t a waste of time, at least not completely.

“Did that drain your energy at all?” Kenjaku asked you, his eyes locked on the stone.

“No,” you replied.

A smile returned onto Kenjaku’s lips as he finally relaxed, his curiosity peaking as he desired to hone your capabilities further, seeming to shift his mood into something playful at last.

“Could you channel the electricity a little higher then?” he asked, trying to push you past your boundaries in a safely conducted manner, ready to intercept your attack if you misinterpreted his request as an instruction to demonstrate, but you never did.

“I-I can,” you confirmed with a slightly shaky tone, “but no more than what we practised.”

“In the future, I’d like for you to try and see if you could focus the electricity to connect at a directed point, such as a hand or a leg rather than aiming for the core,” he explained, having an idea.

He spoke in a gentler tone with you that time, not wanting to subject you to mockery just yet. He was capable of kindness, but he was just… selective with who he showed it to.

There was fake kindness and then there was the real thing. Most of the people who crossed his path would get a taste of something fabricated, while maybe just a few would get something genuine.

(And you were one of the very few.)

“I could try,” you replied, however sceptical of its effectiveness, “would that be enough, though?”

“It might be,” he speculated, “from what I can understand about your technique’s use from before, you could only execute quick bursts on your opponents so the shock never lasted,” his volume increasing, excited to flesh out his plans, “so, if you could channel a slower, maybe more of a deliberate shock… then you could likely get away with causing some serious nerve damage.”

“So I’m basically a taser?” you asked, attempting to keep up to speed with his explanations.

“Something like it,” Kenjaku smiled, amused by your comparison, “if you could cause weakness or numbness in your opponents, if even temporarily, then you would be a huge help.”

“And this wouldn’t be stopped by my opponents?” you asked, not quite buying its effectiveness.

“We can work on the speed of your attacks later on,” he reassured, “as long as you can protect yourself from both a distance as well as up close, then you can still be quite powerful.”

“I-I see… so in the end the physical training was pointless…” you sighed.

“Ah-ah,” Kenjaku shook his head, “I taught you how to amplify your reflexes, rest assured that while you’re not fighting head on, that you will have a role. While knowing how to intercept physical danger.”

You nodded once again as you understood your involvement in his plans a little clearer now; your role essentially being a deterant.

Still, you remained uncomfortable with the prospect of helping him, knowing that he was likely up to something potentially devastating, unable to trust him at all after he had hurt you, even if he did fulfill his promise to keep you alive.

It wasn’t as though you had a choice with your involvement either way, so you tried your best to endure what you could manage while your mind pushed the remaining troubling reality away.

Kenjaku continued to swat away at the bursts of energy you kept feeding him, carefully observing your energy output as he did so. He mentally noted that these attacks, while small, were powerful and kept you still grounded on your feet—so that much was already a success.

Whether or not he would choose to have you take on a combative role in the future come autumn, he figured that you should keep practising maintaining control of your energy regardless. It didn’t matter how much rest you got as your condition would continue to develop either way, so you might as well strengthen yourself where you could. The battery would keep you alive in the process either way; just as long as you didn’t fully deplete it.

And as the energy from the pendant finally drained itself to its lowest limit, sleep followed suit, finding that you could last a surprisingly long time if you managed your technique efficiently. Just as he promised you. This proved to be a breakthrough, both to him as well as you because for the first time in years, you could control something that you had to give up so long ago.

Kenjaku meanwhile felt himself grow further attached to you, seeing you as his prized project and maybe even as his property, understanding that he didn’t quite see you as an equal, let alone as your own person because the achievements you had accomplished were forged from his own hand.

As such, that longing hunger seemed to return again, wanting nothing more than to claim your body as his own again and again, equal parts pride clouded by a desire that he once more couldn’t get enough of.

He continued to stare at you as you slept, that familiar returning. Kenjaku already knew fully well that you couldn’t stop him if he woke you up but at the same time, he longed for something slightly different.

This time he wanted to relieve tension.

Tension that you caused from being so unpredictable with your success.

And for that, he required your cooperation.

Gently, he nudged you awake; tracing circles around your skin with his lingering fingertips, slowly pushing you back into a waking state. He noticed that the amulet wasn’t completely dim just yet, so in his eyes that was just enough energy for you to spare.

Kenjaku moved himself closer as he sat by you. His palms moving over your shoulder and sweeping your hair out of the way. His fingers clasped around your scalp, getting a feel for how you felt completely in his grasp.

Locking your head into place, he guided you slowly over his lap. Bless your heart as you tried to resist, but he didn’t let you go.

Tightening his fingers around your skull, he lowered his voice, “Consider it as helping me.”

That particular feeling of dread returned and the guilt combined while he proceeded to pull you by the hair to meet with his inner lap. Your eyes widened into clear lucidity as he parted his robe, presenting you with his thickened length; the tip throbbing; leaking precum in its excited state.

You understood what he wanted for you to do right away as he drew you closer to meet with his twitching cock. You mentally recoiled as you felt it poke against your lips, not even daring to look up to face the look of contempt he was likely giving you.

Initially, you resisted by daring to pull away but he didn’t let you. His fists closed as he pulled at your hair, the strands burning your skull as he tugged tight. You reluctantly surrendered and opened up your mouth when the pain became unbearable, feeling the sickening sensation of his meat pushing against your tongue, sliding into your mouth.

Kenjaku leaned back as his legs widened; his head tilting back in pleasure. He bounced your head to suck at a preferred speed, his black eyes slowly following down to stare blankly at the sight before him. He never let you see it, but a slight smile tugged at his lips as he watched you gag on his dick; enjoying the sight you gave him.

You continued to reluctantly continued to give into his needs and he eased the pressure by continuing to guide you while rhymically thrusting upwards; feeling your throat envelop his shaft—your body began to however struggle; your eyes beginning to water as he rammed himself as far as he could to dominate you.

Through this whole thing, he remained silent on purpose. He wanted to hear you sing for him through the noises of your struggling gagging to fill out the otherwise silent room.

Eventually though, his grip on the bedsheets seemed to tighten as a violent release approached. It was a pity he couldn’t last longer, he thought, but this was from a spur of passion, he supposed. He did try to keep your mouth occupied for as long as he could help it though, not quite caring in the heat of the moment if you could properly breathe or not.

Quickening the pace a final time; a seething gasp followed by a strained grunt escaped his lips at last. His stomach tightened as he continued to force your head down a final time, burying his cock in you while keeping his hands trained on your neck, squeezing it ever so slightly before completely, emptying himself into before finally allowing you to rest.

His body reeled as electrified currents coursed through while thick loads shot out of him and into you. He helped dislodge you from his length as a trail of webbed cum, mixing with saliva followed, spilling even more from you coughing in the aftermath.

Feeling satisfied, he sat there for a moment longer to recover. His hands ran affectionately this time through your hair, the corners of his mouth anchoring into a frown when he felt you flinch away.

Keeping you close to him anyway even as the mess continued to cling onto your chin; something stirred within him as he slowly surrendered himself into deep thought. Pulling your hair slightly back so that he could look you in the eyes, his old barren pupils studied you, searching for something else.

Initially like before, you instinctively averted your gaze. Kenjaku took that however as a sign of submission, seeming to answer what he was seeking out from you.

A dangerous thought formed in his mind as a result.

“[Name],” he spoke, not asking you for your attention but instead directly demanding it.

He moved his hands deliberately over to your neck as he spoke, keeping his fingers wrapped right around your throat while he choked you with just a bit more pressure than before.

You gasped in response as your breath hitched, your words immediately silenced with how he held onto you. He smiled as he noticed that but then his expression turned vacant again.

“If you ever do this sort of thing with anyone else, ever again, just know that I won’t hesitate to kill you,” he lied, flashing a playful smile, although he would hurt you if you did so, wanting for you to understand exactly what your place with him now was.

You tried to reply but then his hands tightened, suppressing every little sound.

“Do you understand what I’m asking from you?” he added, wanting for you to express loyalty to him. For some reason, he felt disgusted at the prospect of sharing your body with others.

You tried nodding in agreement instead, even if this whole thing wasn’t consensual to begin with. Not the first time and certainly not the second time either.

Feeling you do just that, Kenjaku’s gaze then intensified, releasing you from his intense confinement.

“Correct choice,” he smiled, his demeanour thawing as the pressure wafted away, seeming almost playful again. He then let you go, encouraging you to go and get yourself cleaned up at last.

However, you were now completely exhausted as the pendant waned so you couldn’t really do anything other than just exist. You managed to wash up but your stride wobbled and your steps didn’t quite connect on the way back.

“Are you able to walk at all?” he asked you, grabbing onto your hand as he noticed you stumble, “I’m needed somewhere soon, so I’d like for you to come with me, if possible.”

“Not yet,” you warily replied, your voice shaking as you spoke.

“Sleep a bit then,” he said this time, offering you that same sort of confusing warmth despite what he just did to you, “I’ll wake you up in a bit.”

***

He kept to his promise as you felt a hand nudge at your shoulders, prompting you to awake a second time. Initially you flinched, backing away just in case he wanted something more from you before remembering the reason.

It was still dark outside, but he relented as he coaxed you out of bed and got you to look slightly more presentable before leading you right outside.

“I’m tired,” you mumbled to yourself, despite the pendant looking brighter than before. As long as it was glowing, you had no excuse, “where are we going…?”

“A meeting like before,” he replied, choosing to honour his promise of letting you know more about his plans if you really wanted to, “you don’t have to participate but you can listen in.”

“With the uh, group—the group that, the group that-“ you tried to reply, your mind still clouded with the remnants of sleep.

“Mahito’s group, yes, the cursed spirit alliance,” Kenjaku replied, confirming what you failed to say.

“Do I have to work with them?” you asked, seeking clarification because why else would he have you meet with them again. It felt weird talking to him as if nothing had happened earlier on, but you didn’t really have a choice.

“No,” he replied bluntly.

“Then why-“

“—to understand your place as well as to understand theirs,” he interjected.

You yawned again as the rest of the walk passed by in silence, Kenjaku finally slowing the pace as you had both reached your destination. The alliance loitered around in an abandoned factory this time with the patch-faced cursed spirit swinging around on what appeared to be broken machinery. The volcano-headed curse meanwhile simply sat idly by. The pale muscular curse was also present, seemingly mesmerised by a plant sprouting through the concrete while muttering in a language that you couldn’t understand.

Much like before, you had very little interest in participating in their meeting even if you did have an opportunity to listen in this time, choosing to wait in the shadows instead. This was the second time that you encountered the death painting who also seemed to be parked quite far as well.

Personally, Choso felt that his involvement in these talks wasn’t particularly needed as his role was to act on direction, not quite caring about either side’s ideals.

Kenjaku, on the other hand noticed this, not particularly enjoying seeing the two of you interact again, knowing how it made him feel the first time. He didn’t quite understand why you both seemed to get along and it irked him.

This was something you didn’t understand either, but you didn’t actually mind talking to Choso about his continued interest in humanity.

“What types of emotions do you feel daily?” the death painting continued to ask you, seeming genuinely curious to know what it meant to be truly human.

“It depends,” you replied in consideration, “most days it’s indifference, but that’s likely due to my illness. I think some people feel that way too even when they’re healthy though, or maybe just contentment. Maybe stress if they work or study. Maybe even anxiety to an extent.”

It felt strange explaining the fundamental concepts of emotions to someone who listened so intently, but you didn’t see any harm with letting him know such things.

Choso personally found that your answers carried a lot of weight for him, feeling more and more curious from each passing second that you spoke.

Then he caught onto a detail and his brows furrowed, his bruised complexion paling as he squinted his eyes, “Your illness?”

But then as he waited for your response, the meeting seemingly concluded and you were dragged away with Kenjaku before you could reply to him at all.

Choso watched with a hint of confusion as your company gradually disappeared from his sight, feeling frustrated that his questions were left unanswered once again.

Eventually returning back to where he kept you, Kenjaku felt that gnawing need to maintain your loyalty towards him surface again—invading a part of him that he refused to understand. To see you talk and even smile in the presence of someone else when you had never even warmed up to him the same way felt strangely… insulting?

As such, instead of reverting back to his cold demeanour, he chose to take a different approach with you instead. Even if this meant limiting your life even further, he didn’t care for the consequences as long as kept control of you.

“Don’t talk to them again,” Kenjaku spoke, pushing you down and watching you fall; your body meeting with the bed—not quite caring if you missed and hit the floor instead.

“To who…?” you asked in a state of confusion; the sudden anxiety draining the amulet sooner than you’d like. Suddenly you felt tired again. Weary, even and your eyelids dropped shut.

However, Kenjaku refused to let you sleep, forcing you to sit up as he loomed over you.

“Don’t even try to befriend any of them; their roles are too different from yours,” he continued to drill, keeping your attention focused on him, “you have their place and they have theirs, so don’t intervene.”

“I wasn’t intervening, though,” you replied.

“Then how do I put it lightly? Don’t even acknowledge their very existence.”

Internally, Kenjaku understood that what he was currently feeling was very likely a degree of jealousy, wondering yet again if this was fuelled by his vessel rather than his own mind, considering the notion of whether he would care or not if he inhabited anyone else.

Whatever it was, be it his own personality or the one intertwining with him, he stood by the belief of not wanting for you to interact with the cursed spirits, despite being the one who requested your attendance in the first place.

He seemed to take this issue more personally than he liked to admit, seeing any deviation as misunderstanding your role and mingling with his deceitful alliance as sabotage, even if it was an absurd conclusion.

This must have been your fault too, because if you actually listened to him and just did as he told without question (despite that being exactly what you were doing), then he wouldn’t be in this position with you to begin with.

Not thinking logically for a change, Kenjaku pushed your body even further into the mattress and kept your writhing body secured under his hand to deliver you a message instead; to ensure that you wouldn’t dare stray from what he brought you here to do so, even if he wasn’t quite sure himself what that truly meant anymore.

“Your only role is to stay and listen. You can understand that, right?” he asked you.

With an exasperated tone, you stuttered in a questioning voice, “Th-that’s what I’ve b-been doing…?”

“Incorrect, but you’ll learn,” he drilled, “don’t talk to anyone else.”

“But it wasn’t anything bad-“

Kenjaku interjected, his voice sharp as he cut you off, “—Did I stutter?”

“No…” you quietly replied in a sulk.

“Then use your ears for once and actually listen,” he spoke, his lips curving into a lighthearted smile which you felt was unsettling given the frightening context, “because if you continue to self-sabotage such an idiot-proof role, then I have no remaining use for you.”

You struggled to form a response while he now gently patted your head, smoothing your hair down your scalp.

“Don’t make me dispose of you just yet, because I absolutely would do so,” he warned you now, his voice deceptively playful, almost singing his words.

Finally, feeling the weight of what he was warning you with, you backed down and settled into agreement, nodding meekly as you took heed of his threat.

“But of course I’m just kidding, I wouldn’t do that to you just yet,” Kenjaku pushed at your cheeks, squishing your face together a little painfully, “because you’re going to behave… right?”

He nodded your head for you before you got a chance to respond; your eyes wide and staring at him, unsure how to keep up with his unpredictable nature.

“Right?” he asked you again, seeking reassurance as he pinched playfully at your skin.

“R-right,” you repeated as he continued to nod your head, ceasing in doing so after giving him the correct answer.

“Good… now, get some rest again,” he said, finally permitting for you to do so, letting go of your body and letting the pressure disperse.

You tried your best to fall asleep, finding that not even a minute had to pass for your body to finally give in. Was it fear? Nerves? You weren’t sure but you weren’t going to question your body giving you an out as you drifted off to sleep.

Kenjaku meanwhile stared straight down at you, feeling his stress finally subside while not fully understanding why he was still capable of feeling this way for people, given that he was otherwise content in idling his time spent on earth alone.

In fact, through his almost millennia of existence, he recalled that there were only very few people who ever had such an effect on him at all.

Thinking back to his insights earlier on, he speculated that his vessel didn’t even know you personally so there was no memory for him to be misinterpreting—so this must have been something genuine that had formed in the midst of his forced care for you. Finding that when you fulfilled his craving for power in the peak of your hyper-dependence, something else must have blossomed on his end.

(And whatever this feeling was, he enjoyed it, truth be told.)

It was then that it dawned on him that should the moment ever call for him to die, for whatever reason or cause, that he would take you down with him.

He thought this to be completely reasonable, finding chaotic logic under the understanding of if your life was only ongoing because you depended on him, then what right did you have to live without him?

In his mind he owned you, after all.

Your life was his own, not yours.

[shiningfremi]

freminet when you’re sick/hurting

s/o comfort headcanons + drabble!

- freminet will buy you so much stuff and deliver it right to you. fluffy socks? check. your favorite snacks + beverages? check. medicine? check! it’s like a never ending care package.

- he takes extra care to accompany you and stay close, even if he risks catching your illness. he cannot stand not to come to your aid whenever possible. and when you fall asleep, he adjusts the covers for you and dims the lights, making sure you are nice and comfortable.

- if you have a low appetite, he’ll make extra sure that you are drinking enough water. even if you’re taking the tiniest of sips, he is happy that you are trying.

🐠🍦♡ ̆̈☀️

freminet offered you some lemon water, and informed you that it can help with congestion.

“t-thanks..” you groan, shivering under the covers after you took a little taste.

“is there anything else i can do for you?” he inquired, gently reaching over to put a hand on your shoulder.

“you’ve already done so much for me, fremi.” suddenly, you wince as a horrible ache burgeons in your stomach, forcing you to curl up in a ball.

“of course, now is a time when you need it most-” he then quickly noticed your struggles and scooted a bit closer in concern. “y/n?”

you couldn’t help but cry out in pain, a single tear running down your cheek. you’ve never been this sick in a long time, and you simply felt miserable.

“my stomache..” are the only words you managed to choke out.

“shh, shh, it’s alright, i’m here.” he assured you, his heart broke seeing you in this dire condition.

you continue to sob, trying to stifle your cries the best you could.

“breathe, just breathe, as deeply as you are able.” freminet instructed you, his attention never leaving you, not even for a split second.

you did as he told you to do, breathing in and out, interrupted by a few pitiful coughs.

“there, there.” he soothed, and watched on as your breathing grew steady and your eyes blinked dry. he pulled out his hankerchief from his pocket to gently blot your tears and wipe off your nose.

“see? all better.” he playfully squished your cheeks, causing you to let out a small giggle. it seemed as if he knew exactly what do to when you were feeling down.

“there’s my y/n.”

“i’m sorry you have to see me like this.” you tell him, your voice shaky.

“there is no need to apologize.. i want nothing more than to make sure you’re not alone.” freminet leaned over you and planted a loving kiss on your forehead despite how much you were sweating.

“please don’t hesitate to rely on me.”

his gestures were so sweet, that it made your eyes want to glass over once more. you gave him a small, exhausted grin, and burrowed your head into your soft pillow as he coaxed you to get some more sleep.

🌴🐬♡ ̆̈🍉

- this amazing boy would most definitely hold your hair back in your times of nausea. he didn’t give any care to what you looked like, as that was the last thing on his mind, he just wanted to nurse you back to health no matter what.

- he would dutifully inform you about what you were missing out on, and passed on kind messages from your coworkers and friends.

- freminet would give you back and shoulder massages, hoping to ease your distress and help to relax your muscles.

- he would take great care of the place you two shared during your hiatus, cleaning thoroughly, cooking simple sick-friendly meals, and disinfecting everything.

- when your condition improves, he reminds you over and over again not to overwork yourself and continues to check up on you by touching your forehead with the back of his hand and tucking you in. you are everything to him! ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊˚

[imreadydollparts]

It's glitter glue!

Rubbing alcohol and a little gentle elbow grease and it comes right off.

You do have to be careful with rubbing alcohol because it CAN remove the factory paint. I've not had it happen on a G1 but I have had alcohol strip the paint off of a G3.

The easiest way to deal with this would be to either soak the body in boiling hot water (not water that is actively boiling, don't leave it on a stove) or in some cold Totally Awesome but her hair is in decent condition and I don't want to ruin it. Totally Awesome would dry it out and hot water can, too, but is much less likely. I do my best to preserve and improve, not worsen a doll or pony.

What I will most likely do is stand at the sink and carefully scrub the glue off with some Totally Awesome, occasionally soaking thicker globs by laying a bit of paper towel soaked in T.A. on them to soften the glue.

But not right now. My health comes first, and then commissions when I have the energy.

[edosianorchids901]

Old Familiar Things

@sherlocktember2024 prompt - "wound"

“Holmes?” Watson rushed to the settee, chest seizing with panic. “What’s happened to you?”

With a slight wince, Holmes waved a hand in a weak, dismissive gesture. “I’m all right, Watson.”

“You are very much not all right,” Watson said as he knelt. The claim to be all right was not a surprise. Holmes had said the same thing last year after being beaten nearly to death by Baron Gruner’s men. “How did you come by all these wounds?”

Holmes closed his eyes and curled up, pulling the blanket higher. “I have simply had a little fight. You need not worry.”

“Was it an attempt on your life?”

“No, no. Just a case that developed unexpected complications.”

“Like you are developing bruises?” The bruises were the least of the worries, although there were plenty of them on Holmes’ face, hands, and probably elsewhere. Drying blood crusted the corner of Holmes’ mouth, and more clung to scattered cuts and scrapes. The blood matting his hair was further cause for concern.

“It is hardly the worst I have ever been injured.” Holmes twitched a quick smile at him, and then winced again. “Nevertheless. I would be grateful if you would perhaps tend to me, Watson.”

“Of course I will tend to you.” Watson pushed back to his feet and briefly rested a reassuring hand on Holmes’ shoulder, then fetched a chair and his medical bag. “How did you get past Mrs. Hudson in this condition?”

“I arrived while she was out doing her shopping. I am well acquainted with her routine, and it was a simple matter to avoid her.”

“Naturally.” After retrieving a basin of water and several cloths, Watson sat. He glanced across the blanket covering Holmes, and saw no bloodstains. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Not to the point of bleeding. I believe I have may have some bruising on my abdomen.”

“The sort of bruising that might indicate internal hemorrhaging?”

“Nothing so dire, Doctor.” Holmes drew a ragged breath. “It is considerably less serious than the little injuries I received from Gruner’s associates.”

So, likely no broken ribs this time, and the lack of confusion was a good sign. Holmes was certainly speaking more easily than he had been on that occasion. But still.

“I don’t like that you’ve been struck over the head again this soon,” Watson murmured, carefully sliding his fingers through Holmes’ hair. He soon encountered the bleeding cut, and pushed the hair back to better examine the wound. “Tell me how you feel, and do not conceal anything.”

Flinching away from Watson’s hand, Holmes gave a frustrated sigh. “Ow. I felt perfectly fine until you began prodding me.”

“Holmes.”

“A headache, but less severe than my migraines. No serious sensitivity to light. No nausea. No extreme fatigue.”

“Likely no concussion, then, but we will keep an eye on you.”

“I am quite certain that you will be endlessly hovering.” Holmes sounded dismayed at the concept. He did not like needing help with this sort of thing, and Watson had expected the protest. “You and Mrs. Hudson once she returns shall both wish to endlessly observe me.”

“I’m sure it’s horrifying to have people who care about you,” Watson said with a fair amount of sarcasm. He washed away the blood and bent closer, examining the cut on Holmes’ scalp. It was not too deep, just bleeding in the usual manner of head wounds. “Well, I don’t think you’re going to need stitches anywhere, so that’s an improvement over the last attack.”

“You see?” Holmes flashed another quick smile without opening his eyes. “I am perfectly all right.”

Watson rolled his eyes and returned to his work. He bandaged Holmes’ head first, putting plenty of linen across that deeper cut so that it would absorb the blood. Then he moved on to Holmes’ face. His left cheek was pressed against pillows, so Watson tended to the right side first.

“Can you turn at least partially onto your back?” he asked, smoothing damp hair off Holmes’ brow. “I need to clean the rest of your wounds.”

“I would rather sleep.”

“You are the one who asked me to tend to you, old man.”

With a grumble, Holmes turned over. He was moving more slowly than usual and winced as he did, but did not seem to have any difficulty with the motion. Certainly no serious injury concealed under his clothing, then.

Watson cleaned and disinfected the wounds on Holmes’ face, then turned his attention to his injured hands. They were trembling slightly, and Holmes drew a shaky, whimpering breath when Watson took them.

“Easy.” He turned Holmes’ hands, coaxing him to uncurl his fingers. “Easy, let me see.”

Holmes whimpered again, which was not entirely a surprise. He had always been more sensitive to pain in his hands, particularly as they tended to be a little achy and easily chilled. Sometimes more than a little achy. “I do not think I… have any serious injury there, Watson. I have simply driven my fists into a few too many opponents over the decades.”

“Mm.” Watson studied the bloody hands, then let out a sigh of relief. “Well, you have some swelling, a great deal of bruising, and some cuts. But I don’t think most of those blood is yours.”

“It is not mine,” Holmes said proudly.

“Did you win?”

“Of course I won, Watson!” Holmes gave him an indignant, offended look, as if he hadn’t been beaten and left for dead only a few months ago. “They were hardly worthy adversaries at all. Two common thieves who I somewhat accidentally startled. By the way, when you have finished prodding at me, could you assist me with something else?”

Watson glanced up from wrapping Holmes’ injured fingers. “Always.”

“Good old Watson.” Another smile crossed Holmes’ face, this one gentle and affectionate. “I delivered the thieves to a constable, but I have yet to provide a full account of the case. If I could perhaps dictate to you?”

“I would be honored.” After securing the bandages, Watson held Holmes’ hand in a careful grasp. “I do not want you doing anything taxing with your hands for a couple of days. You must rest them, and give them time to recover.”

Holmes sighed, but he nodded. “Very well. I shall certainly require your writing services, then, for I have a great many cases at present.”

Watson nodded, relieved. At least Holmes was not fighting him on this, and had not been seriously hurt again. He would recover easily, if he rested. “I shall be happy to do whatever I can.”

Closing his eyes, Holmes gingerly squeezed Watson’s hand. “I know.”

Instead of immediately beginning to dictate his account, though, he simply lapsed into a tired silence. Watson sat beside him, holding his bandaged hand.

Soon, it would be necessary to clean up, to wash away blood and collect the dirtied cloths. But not just yet. For the moment, they would simply rest together, and be grateful that this “little fight” had not led to more serious wounds.

[chloe-carrie]

Okay, i need a vacation to relax and write one more part u know cuz now i'm havin' 4 exams and it's really bad (first is my native language, secons is maths, third is chemistry and fourth is social studies). Two of them are already written but i'm scared of the results and i'll have to write two more

Oh btw my sister's drawn one more picture of Mari, look at it

Beautiful? I hope it is

Fic “Maybe, it's fate?”

Chapter 9.4: “Mystery secrets and unexpected passions”

For the whole next hour Mari still wasn't able to focus on one thing, everything was busy with either Chat Noir or studying, or her depression but at the some moment it all generally mixed.

Of course she got in time to take the shower but she was doing it for about an hour because of what there was literally very little time left for everything else but she'd needed and to dry her hair and style them, and make up but how to do it if she even can't calm herself down?

And perhaps, Alya could help her with it but her strength and nerves aren't iron too so she just brought that matter but had tried to help her.

Now she returned to her friend with that all what was needed. She saw her lying on the floor and wrapped in a small ball.

“And what is it called?” She asked clattering unpleasant.

Silence in response.

“Mari, hullo?” She went to her and waved in front of her face tryna get her up. “Mari, enough otherwise I'll have a attack now.”

“I am bad,” she uttered very timidly.

“Really?! We've already talked 'bout it. Stop thinking 'bout it! You see it only ruins.”

“What if he breaks up with me again? What if I trust him again? What if it hurts me again? What if?..”

“Stop!” Alya pulled her over and easily picked her up. “Look at me.” There wasn't reply. “Look. At. Me.” Her voice was becoming more ironclad what forced Mari obey her. “Girl, just get one thing: if you focus only on this shit right now, you'll just kill yourself, do you need it? Maybe it's better to just take it and tryna forget?”

“I can't,” she answered sadly. “I know it's unpleasant to act such way at all but I can't help thinking and you see it.”

“I do but it hurts me too, hurts the way you look. And because of him!”

Her words were more like a scream than a shout what made Mari feel even worse.

“Oh sorry, Marinette,” Alya started to apologize seeing her friend in this condition, “honestly, I didn't want but don't know what happened to me, it's like I became different, tryna manipulate and make you want things that you don't need and vice versa, I…”

“Nothing wrong,” Mari hurried to reply not wanting to hear any bad statements 'bour her friend. “It's okay, don't worry.”

“How not to worry? You're bad again but I can't do anything!” She drooped.

“You can't 'cause I won't let.”

“Mari, stop tryna shield me from this, my wishes and thoughts won't change.”

“You wishes and thoughts won't but actions will.” She said it really calmly so Alya got better.”

“But what actions? I do nothing anyway,” she moaned.

“Yeah, I agree But that's the calculation.”

“Well,” She began after the silence minute, “now let's make you better!”

“And what will we do?”

“At first, the make up…

Then the hours of their b'ness together were passing. Alya was improving Mari with steady movements, and she was sitting straight and listening to her friend's instructions believing and hoping that her sufferings would end very soon.

[thequeenskeep]

Self Care Tips 💄

Exude Wealth and Class

In the spirit of lightheartedness, I want to share some of the self-care habits I've developed that have helped me build discipline and routine. Oftentimes, when we speak so seriously about self-mastery it may become unrelatable. I know that we women pride ourselves on our dedication to looking and feeling like our best selves. This skill can be the stepping stone to new heights. Within numerology, the number one represents the self; the very first step to improvement begins with us. Hygiene reflects mental sharpness, wealth, class, and spiritual favor. Instead of denying yourself love because you look unconventional cultivate your look. Be unique. Be the representation you want to see in the world. Please research the tips I provide, as they may not be compatible with everyone.

Facial Massages. Wow oh wow. These have seriously changed my life. I do them to shape my face and help me relax. They increase blood flow and give your skin a youthful, buoyant look. I also massage my neck and shoulders; I really love to do this at night to help me destress.

Hair Steam Treatment. Whenever I moisturize or condition my hair I ensure that it is dripping wet. I apply whatever product I want to really absorb into my hair, then put on a shower cap or processing cap. I leave it on for an hour and the heat from my scalp steams the water infusing my hair with hydration. My hair is so soft every time I do this and gives me a break between steps.

Bathing. Seriously, if all you can afford is 20 minutes a week you will be thanking me. Bathing is an experience. Sitting in the tub, watching the bubbles glisten on your skin, the warmth and aromatics filling your senses, complete relaxation being submerged in nature's hug. A good bath will make you forget everything troubling for a true moment of bliss. When it feels like the world is crumbling down on you take a salt bath and pray.

Foot care. Now this is a big one. The soles of your feet are your connection to the divine feminine. Cleansing and renewing your feet is important for spiritual well-being. Make sure you also take care of your nails. Weekly manicures and biweekly pedicures will keep everything prim and proper.

Dry Brushing. OMGGG! I SWEAR by dry brushing my skin has never been more supple. I've used various forms of exfoliation and got the best results from dry brushing. I like to do a light chemical exfoliation to help renew the skin this, however, is optional.

Movement. I know we're having a great time ladies but this is my final tip. Move your body! Stagnant energy will spill over into everything you do. Stop rotting in bed. Go outside, do yoga, workout, dance, whatever you feel called to do even if it's just 5 minutes a day. If we want to see movement in our lives we need to move ourselves.

Beauty is a significant aspect of life if you'd like to read my thoughts on the power of beauty please refer to:

[brownprincipessa]

♡ My Looksmaxxing journey ♡

♡♡♡ Hi, everyone! ♡♡♡

I recently embarked on a personal journey to focus on enhancing my physical appearance. With ample free time during my summer break before the start of my final semester in August, I decided to dedicate myself to this endeavor. In this blog post, I'll share my three main areas of focus and the steps I've taken to achieve my goals.

Teeth: While my teeth aren't in terrible shape, I do have some spaces on my upper row and excessive gum display, which I wanted to address.

To address the spaces, I opted for braces ($142/month). Additionally, I plan to undergo a gum reduction procedure, as recommended by my orthodontist, to rectify the excessive gum display.

Skin: I began working on my skincare earlier this year but struggled to maintain consistency. However, I have now established a morning and night routine, along with some dermatologist-prescribed medication.

To improve my skin, I follow a routine that includes applying Spiroloctone (taken twice daily, $15 every 3 months) and Tretinoin (applied topically every other night, $10 every 3 months). In addition, I use Cerave cleanser, Cerave morning and night moisturizers, and a witch hazel toner for both my morning and night routines. To enhance the effectiveness, I incorporate Gua Sha and derma roller techniques in my morning routine and perform dry brushing before every shower. I also ensure to use body oil and lotion immediately after each shower, while using Dove for sensitive skin during my shower routine.

Hair: This year, I made the decision to stop relying on wigs and weaves and embrace my natural hair, which I believe suits me better.

To care for my hair, I follow a weekly routine that includes washing it with a cleansing shampoo and hydrating conditioner. For styling, I opt for a Wash n' Go method, applying a botanical gel layered with a holding/alcohol-free gel. Additionally, I take MSM supplements to support hair growth ($10). To maintain its health, I deep condition my hair once a month.

Body: Though going to the gym has always been challenging for me due to discomfort in crowded spaces, I have found alternative ways to stay active.

Instead of traditional gym workouts, I prefer at-home Pilates routines and outdoor walks in the park, which allow me to prioritize my physical well-being while avoiding the discomfort of being watched or surrounded by large groups of people.

My journey towards looksmaxxing has been an empowering experience of self-improvement. By focusing on my teeth, skin, hair, and overall physical well-being, I am taking proactive steps towards enhancing my appearance and boosting my self-confidence. I'm excited to continue this journey and see the positive changes it brings.

Will try to update every month ♡

[multi-fandom-lunatic]

Message in a Bottle - Percabeth Oneshot

“Sometimes you’ve gotta sit back and enjoy the waters. Right, Perce?” My mother said, her soft voice blending with the waves. She tilted her head upward, and it looked like she was glowing, haloed by the evening sun.

The sand was grainy and light as I let it slip between my little fingers. It was too dry to build a sandcastle, though. I ran down where the waters met the land, planting myself a small distance from the waves. I liked the beach even then. The soft crash of waves on the sand, the wind whipping my jet-black hair, and how the waters matched my sea-glass eyes. I began to pile the sand into towers, building a mansion for the insects and crabs that roamed the sand. I dug a moat around the castle, allowing the waves to gush and fill the moat.

Even today, in perfect beach conditions, wrinkles etched by stress aged my mother's face. It was clear, especially when her face morphed from the carefree mom who bought me ice cream on weekends to the wife she had to be for Gabe. Even the beach couldn't cure that.

I turned away from my sandcastle as a wave washed over my feet, bringing a small glass bottle and a scroll wrapped up inside. I uncorked it and turned it upside down, spilling the paper on the sand with a small pen I hadn't seen earlier. It was blank. I pondered, drumming my hands against my face, about who had sent this note for a few seconds when my six-year-old brain kicked in.

I grabbed the pen with force, uncapping and scribbling on it, illegible handwriting filling the pink paper. I balled the paper and pushed it into the bottle. I capped it and threw it into the sea, channelling all my strength. I waved goodbye to it, watching the waves carry it somewhere.

My mother turned to me, eyes crinkling as she smiled. "Probably time we head back, Percy." She said. Her smile was beautiful, but it was hard to ignore how she longed for this place. It was hard to ignore how much I longed for it.

I nodded, picking myself up and clasping my hands in my mother's. I looked up, the height difference between us becoming apparent, as she dragged me to our car. I stole one last glance at the ocean, hoping I could convey how much I'd missed it, as I strapped into my booster seat. My mother sighed, turning on the ignition and pulling me away from the landscape.

***

We were in the same spot again, my mother relaxing on the sand and me running helter-skelter as the crisp morning air filled my lungs. I plopped down and began my plans for a new sandcastle, bigger and more ambitious than last time when a wave crashed against my leg. I turned to catch the cool, smooth object that washed up with it. The same old Pepsi bottle, but this time with a pink post-it note inside.

I rushed to undo the lid, hardly able to contain my excitement. The note from months ago had reached somewhere! I eagerly eyed the paper, my ADHD scrambling to keep up.

I got your note. I like the beach too. I don't like spiders. I'm Annabeth.

-Annabeth Chase

I squealed, causing my mother to finally look up at me. She eyed the bottle and whispered. "What did you find, Percy?"

I recounted the story to her as efficiently as I could, which was not efficient at all. She struggled to keep up, but her eyes widened when I finished talking. She looked even more excited than I was, and I couldn't understand why.

"Oh, Percy. Quickly, write back!" She said, pulling out a post-it from her bag. I wrote as fast as possible, proud to display my slightly improved handwriting. I slipped the note inside and my mother sealed it shut.

I sent it to the sea and turned to look at my mom when it was out of sight. "What if it doesn't reach Annabeth?"

She simply chuckled. "The sea has a mind of its own. But it also has a heart."

***

The sea acted as my texting service, dutifully carrying my messages to Annabeth, and right back. She always wrote in the messiest handwriting. It was like a puzzle, trying to decode what she said. But usually, the content was the same. Homework, learning, lack of friends and repeat. I never understood why she was lonely at school. She was probably one of the most amazing people I knew.

My mother just giggled every time I brought her up. She always ruffled my hair and offered me a blue cupcake. I brought Annabeth up every day.

Now I was twelve. I thought of myself as mature, but sometimes I doubted it. Sure, the childlike curiosity vanished when I hit the age, and the saturation had turned down. But sometimes, I still felt like a kid, waiting for Annabeth's messages by the sea.

I did end up with one friend, though. Grover Underwood. He was a nice guy, with bushy red hair and a personality almost as great as mine, but not Annabeth's. Grover teased me whenever I brought up my pen pal, but whatever. He didn't know Annabeth like I did.

Our peaceful life bunking schools and failing classes only lasted a while. I've always seen things differently, whether it was magic horses on buildings or monsters on the streets, but it was all too real when Mrs Dodds morphed into a monster and became my nightmare. Grover helped me fight her off, and she screeched like a harpy when she was killed. But I knew. I couldn't stay here any longer. I had to leave.

The drive to Camp Half-Blood was stressful. Grover and I clung to each other (as best bros would) as the car jerked, struggling to leave behind the raging minotaur.

But the battle was a losing one. I knew it when the monster grabbed my mother and crushed her into nonexistence. And I could see the flicker of hope and determination in her eyes. And that only made it worse.

My first day at Camp Half-Blood was a blur. Green fields stretched miles and merged into strawberry ones, and the lake was a mirror to the clear sky, but I was in my head about losing my mom. I couldn't even crack a joke all day. A gentle buzz rang in my head, reminding me that my mother was gone.

I clutched the violet bead on my neck, a gift Annabeth had made for me and sent it through the bottle. I made her the same one back, and I pictured her wearing it every single day.

A girl bumped into me. She scoffed, barely looking back, but I caught sight of her neck. The bead, just as violet as the one around my neck, with a sloppy lilac on its face. I grabbed her hand, too stunned to speak. She turned around, an angry remark written all over her face, but it faded as her eyes trailed down to the bead she gave me. We locked eyes for a moment and said at the same time, "You!"

"Annabeth?" I whispered. She swallowed and nodded.

"Percy?" She said, and my heart fluttered at the sound of her saying my name. She said it so perfectly, as if the name tasted sweet on her tongue like she never wanted to let the name go. I clung to the feeling.

She was different than she was a few seconds ago. And she was beautiful. I had a rough idea of what she looked like, curly blonde hair and grey eyes, but it was nothing like seeing her in person. Her hair formed in ringlets and blew in the breeze. Her eyes were like magnets, drawing me nearer to them. I shook away the thought.

Annabeth was by my side for everything. When I journeyed to the Underworld, and even when Grover had to sport a wedding dress. She was there when Luke . . . I might not finish that sentence.

It wasn't long before I asked her to be my girlfriend, and it was only a fraction of a second for her excited "Yes!". We'd shared many things before, a satchel, a quest, but only then did I share a kiss with her, underwater.

I was kicking my feet, sitting on the dock of Long Island Lake, the water swishing as I swung my legs. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day. The sun dipped into the horizon, waving us goodbye, and I could imagine Apollo blowing kisses in the air as he drove his chariot. the grass looked greener than usual under this sun, and I planned to share a hearty meal with Annabeth that night.

I looked down as a bottle hit my feet. Heart racing, I picked it up, feeling like a six-year-old again. I uncapped the bottle like I did with Riptide, and unfurled the note inside.

It was always meant to be and I knew it most. You're very welcome. Hope you and Annabeth are doing alright. I'm just a message in a bottle away.

-Poseidon, your dad

With shaking hands, I held the note close, feeling tears in my eyes. Of course. It was him. It was always him, passing along those notes. I didn't even question it as a kid, just allowing myself to trust the sea. And mom knew too, didn't she? All along, Annabeth and I were written in the stars, by none other than the sea.

I smiled. All of it started with a message in a bottle.

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HOPE YOU LIKED IT YALL

[strangesthirdeye]

Husband material ( DS x Wife! Reader)

summary: nothing can compete with Stephen with how he treats the woman of his dreams who is sick.

Warning: it's Defender Strange he's a husband material. Fluff, cuddle, warm, love, sick.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You've had a fever for 5 days which is kinda suck because you've been stuck in bed for 5 days. You are unable to wake up (stand up), eat or sleep well because of how uncomfortable your body is now, plus the temperature of your body temperature does not decrease. This made Stephen worry about your condition.

Sometimes he helps you by making some potions to reduce your body discomfort but it doesn't work and it takes a long time to recover or to make the potions. But there is time, Stephen puts his hand on your back and activates a warm energy through your body to help you sleep soundly.

Although Stephen is always busy with his defenders work, he is good at dividing his time to help you during these 5 days, for example like today.

Stephen was supposed to teach some classes today but due to some of his students volunteering to help a village that needs help, he has time to help you recover from your fever. Such as today, Stephen decided to cook chicken porridge for you because Stephen knows that your body is still not strong enough to eat chewy food so porridge is the first food he can think of. Plus, he still remembers his family's recipes so he has the advantage of cooking food for you to eat in the hope that you get well soon.

After Stephen finished cooking the chicken porridge, he then brought the food tray to the bedroom that you and Stephen shared.

Stephen opened the room door with Levi's help and entered the dim room. Stephen knew that you are quite sensitive to sunlight right now so he doesn't care about the atmosphere in his room now. So without a second thought he walked over to the bed where you were sleeping now. A thick blanket over your body makes you look a bit small and drown in the thickness of the blanket. Your forehead was visibly wet with sweat while your breath was a little labored because how bad your nose is now that it's full of mucus and makes it hard for you to breathe because your nose is blocked with mucus and prevents you from smelling anything around you.

Stephen then put the tray of food on the table next to the bed and kneeled on the side of your bed and stroked your head gently.

"Darling, wake up. You need to eat." Stephen whispered in that deep baritone voice.

You groaned softly then sighed heavily before slowly opening your eyes. When your eyes can fully open, you are greeted by the handsome face of your husband by your side who looks concerned.

"hey" Stephen whispered then pushed a few stray strands of your hair that framed half your face to your ear.

"hey" you replied in your raspy voice.

"How did you sleep? Is it good or not?" Stephen stroke your hair.

"a little bit but still good. Thanks to the spell you put. i feel a little bit good" you rasped.

Stephen nodded and helped you sit up. You groaned in discomfort.

Stephen then turned on the table lamp and looked at you with concern then reached for a cup filled with water and handed it to you. You took the cup and sipped the water until it ran out. You then gave the cup back to Stephen and sighed with relief after being able to relieve your dry throat.

"you need to eat so I made chicken porridge for you. Thanks to my old family recipes that I still remember" Stephen held the bowl of porridge in his hand.

You nodded without protest. Stephen then brought the spoon containing the porridge and fed it to you. Although the porridge is a little hot, it tastes very good for your current situation. You hummed with satisfaction. Stephen then kept feeding you the porridge until it was half gone because you couldn't eat anymore because you were worried you would throw up. With that Stephen put the half finished porridge back on the table and stroked your hair.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat anymore? There's only a little left to finish" Stephen said lowly.

"I'm afraid I'll throw up so it's better to eat half" you mumbled.

"need anything? like shower? massage your body? take medicine or more spell for comfort?" Stephen offered to you. His hand is still stroking your hair.

You shook your head. "No, but I want to cuddle with you" you replied while holding Stephen's hand that was stroking your hair.

"well I can't refuse that offer" Stephen then got up and lay down next to you while hugging your body and bringing your body close to his body.

Stephen then put your head on his chest and put his face close to the top of your hair and kiss a few times, every once in a while he took a long breath to smell your scent.

"this is nice" you mumbled into your husband's chest.

"yes, you are right..it is nice,Mrs Strange"

[pucksandpower]

Are there any tips for hair fall

Like excessive loosing full bunches of hair 😭😭😭😭

Of course there are! Excessive hair loss can have many causes, but here are a few main things to consider:

Check your iron and ferritin levels. Low iron is a common cause of hair shedding, especially in women. Even if your hemoglobin is normal, low ferritin (your iron storage) can impact hair growth. A simple blood test can determine this.

An underactive thyroid (hypothyroidism) can cause thinning hair, fatigue, and dry skin. If you haven’t had your thyroid levels tested, it’s worth looking into.

Hair is made of keratin (a type of protein), so not getting enough protein in your diet can lead to hair shedding. Make sure you’re eating enough protein daily!

High stress levels can trigger telogen effluvium, a temporary shedding phase. Hormonal changes (like postpartum, stopping birth control, or PCOS) can also play a role. Managing stress and addressing hormonal imbalances can help.

Deficiencies in zinc, vitamin D, and B12 can contribute to hair thinning. A balanced diet (or targeted supplementation if needed) can support hair health.

Harsh treatments, excessive heat styling, and tight hairstyles can lead to hair thinning over time. Gentle care and scalp massages (which improve blood flow) can help.

If the shedding is sudden or severe, it’s always best to check in with a doctor or dermatologist to rule out any underlying conditions. I hope this helps and I’m sorry for not responding sooner!