#kind of dizzy rn help

[hellish-acts]

Part 1 of host whb ocs(which are obviously not MC, ahem.)

From left to right we got, Engel! Flee from Heaven after an huge disagreement(that caused his sisters life), now living in Gehenna!!(he crashed there ok)

Next is Astrophel, an out of the all three realms being(aka alien), she accidentally crashed onto Hell along with both two others of her friends(bf ocs..)! Now living in Paradise Lost, works as a librarian and bartender.(Psssst, shes an alcoholic winks)

Finally we got the infamous spirit, Vesper, used to be called the Wandering Spirit before Asmodeus decided to scoops her up and adopt her! She doesn’t exactly live anywhere but prefer to be in Nilfheim(Belphegor is there ok.). Also known as the most scariest warrior before they die, you don’t wanna throw hands with her, even Asmodeus is sometimes afraid—

You sinners can also ask them questions and they will try their best to answer!!^^

That’s all for part 1 sinners!!!(im on a bus as I type this on)

[d-o-n-n-i-3]

sorry for venting sm, i js need to get shit offa my mind. anyways heres another because im whiny asf

im beginning to realize that im eating a lot less. i. didnt think that i was doing so bad, until today. i ate something small yesterday, i think. definitely not enough though. i ate a little bit more than yesterday today. and ive come to realize, at 9 pm tonight, that i cant remember the last time i was full. i cant remember the last time i actually looked at my body and felt a positive emotion until today. and i only felt it because i realized id definitely lost weight. i dont have an eating disorder (thats diagnosed) but ive felt like this off and on since i was 11. 12 was a really bad age, i neglected to eat for weeks, and if i did i cut myself for doing so. it sucked, and still sucks because i like. miss it? i miss having control. the growling of my stomach not making me try and fill it, but try and give it even less. less than nothing. i used to throw up my meals a lot too. recently, ive been throwing up my meals again, but because im so tense. i cant remember a time i wasnt shaking since last wednesday, when i had a fight with my dad. and im dizzy. im so dizzy and my legs are shaking when i just try and put any weight on them. im not light, by any means. im muscular, but i have a sleeper build so it doesnt really show.

but fuck. it feels. freeing to be hungry. it feels right, because i think- no, i know - its what i deserve. i always also feel better when im hungry, and it feels like a long war finally being won when my stomach grumbles in protest to what im doing. but it feels so right. my mom would be pissed if she found out. but like. this weekend, shes now seen my eating patterns. i only ate just a little bit of what my aunt and uncle cooked because i felt bad. also they kind of. pressured me to make a plate, first before anyone else. i understood that i couldnt stall. during todays "dinner" i sat on the balcony, and didnt touch my food. i just stared off into space for a long while, then i came inside and said i couldnt stomach it. and my aunt didnt really care, and neither did my mom.

also sleeping. last night, i had my first beer. i stole it and drank it in the night, at like 3 something in the morning. i only went to sleep at around 3:30 because of it. i stashed another one in a cabinet down here, too (the basement). i dont feel guilty at all honestly, and im probably gonna do it again, but stay up later. but also, my eye bags are reeeeaaaaally prominent. i talked to my gf and mentioned id slept for 3 hours on thusrday night, and she said she could tell. i probably havent been sleeping as well as i used to because i havent been taking my meds. because they nulled my emotions. but now, off of them, my emotions are barely there. im feeling practically nothing. im faking so hard. i told my therapist that im pretended to be fine around everyone because i dont want to worry them, and she said that i needed to stop. but heres the thing. i cant. i cant risk losing my mom's trust, i cant risk losing my friends comfort in me (basically coming to me when they have a problem. i give advice, or just listen. either way, i am NOT losing that because my whiny ass said something stupid.), and i cant risk losing face. although im kinda doing that on here. airing out my dirty laundry for all to see. maybe i should stop.

i dont want to, but it might be for the best. i wanna stop doing a lot of things. one of those things i dont wanna do is something that ive been trying to want for so long. its living. i havet thought this way in so long. its nice though, a comfort to feel this way. because ive felt it for so long. ive felt it ever since i can remember. i dont know how to just. fully stop thinking like this. is it so bad that i dont want to? is it so bad that i just want to feel? even if its actively taking its toll on me? these are rhetorical questions, of course, not meant to be answered. i dont think i want to know the answer, anyways.

uh im probably done yappin for now. if you dont wanna see this shit lemme know asap please.

[redpulsive]

SYLUS ⋆˚✿˖° grinding/dryhumping

18+ Minors DNI

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

This is just kind of a yappathon/hc thing about Sylus being a grinding machine, literally dryhumper9000 in TWO fucking cards now. Night of Secrecy and Valleydream Bloom both have kiss scenes where this man is ON TOP of you and MOVING FOWARDS while eating your face (love that for us)

QUICK EDIT: Hi hello I had JUST made another one of these about Sylus eating you out! If you’re interested in reading it, it’s here!

Another EDIT: Here’s another one I made about thigh grinding/thigh fucking!

Here’s a wonderful example of what I’m talking about. Anyway, I’m just going to babble about this in bullet points from here. (Believe me, it gets better and more imaginative the more you read my nonsense)

Imagine him putting his WHOLE body weight on you, literally welded against him while he’s grinding into you and kissing you senseless… ‼️

This man is HUGE, he is HEAVY, he is absolutely ENGULFING you when he’s on top and taking initiative

I feel like it’s his favorite thing to do ever. You’re already below him, tf are you supposed to do now? He’s got you trapped for a barrage of kisses and love bites, that’s your new spot for the next few hours!

Breathless and overstimulated. Fulfilled, yet always yearning for more.

I just KNOW he talks to you the whole time too, like you cannot make out anything going around the two of you. He’s got all five of your senses in a dizzy chokehold as he murmurs sweet nothings, praises and his desires while you can hardly think straight.

Oh and he whines and whimpers during it too, there’s just something so primal and intoxicating about it that he doesn’t hold back any of his sounds and words.

I feel like he always gets so needy and eager at first. Like he’s not necessarily going fast, but his hips are kinda snappy to get his point across. On the other hand, his kisses are pretty relentless. ALTHOUGH, as the two of you get so intoxicated and dryhumped out, his actions become more and more lazy but sooooo very passionate.

Your hearts are pounding together as your breathless gasps mingle between insanely languid and lingering kisses, his hips rolling into yours with the same energy as a flame of a candle wick dying out on its own. Giggling and kicking my feet.

Now, while I do think grinding in missionary is his favorite way of going about it, I just know he’s a sucker for you grinding on his lap when you want to have control. Oh my god, don’t get me started, this man is squeezing your ass and the backs of your thighs trying to keep you as close to him as possible.

He probably couldn’t help himself and grind his hips up against yours. Especially when he’s got the skin of your neck/shoulder between his teeth, like he’s scruffing you and keeping you still.

But don’t tease him too much, he’d let you get away with it a few times but if you keep pushing his buttons he will flip you onto your back and tease YOU instead.

THIGH GRINDING, Oh my god no one talks about this, if you want some action on a day where he has no stamina he will gladly let you sit on his thigh and grind against it. Godddd imagine his groggy voice saying things like “Go on, kitten. Keep using me until you’re satisfied. I don’t want you to stop until you get your fill.” While he’s looking you with hazy eyes and massaging your hip(s) or thigh(s). Maybe he’d read a book or drink some wine while he’s at it, give you some kisses here and there to keep you engaged. Or maybe if he’s TOO tired he’ll rest his face against your chest and listen to your rapid heartbeat as your movements rock his head.

I’m a little abnormal rn. HOW DID THIS GET 1000+ NOTES??? WHAT?? THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

[subtlenighttribute]

You’re Sick?!

Selkie AU | Reader x Love and Deepspace Boys

Cold Comfort | Overprotective Seals | Fluff & Chaos

Not a request but I am sick rn soooo

---

It started with a sniffle.

You figured they wouldn’t notice.

You were wrong.

---

☀️ Caleb

Caleb noticed immediately.

You sneezed once.

He screeched.

“What was that?!” he demanded, already shifted in your kitchen with his pelt wrapped around his waist like a toga. “You sneezed. That’s the sneeze of someone dying. Isn’t it?? Are you dying??”

“I’m fine,” you croaked.

“You sound like a haunted foghorn!!”

You tried to wave him off. He took that as a sign to sprint outside, trip over a seal-shaped Zayne, and yell:

“MEDICAL EMERGENCY. WE NEED SALT. AND TEA. AND HONEY. AND MAYBE A CLERIC.”

---

🪨 Zayne

Zayne didn’t scream.

He stared.

He knew the moment he looked at you that something was off. You looked tired. Pale. Your hoodie was two sizes too big and your socks didn’t match.

“You’re sick.”

You opened your mouth to lie. He raised a brow.

You coughed.

Zayne sighed, stood up, and walked out the door.

You thought maybe you’d upset him—until he returned fifteen minutes later with:

2 extra blankets

1 hot water bottle

4 kinds of soup

And a thermometer he clearly didn’t know how to use

“You’re resting,” he said. “No arguments.”

You tried. He growled.

You shut up.

---

🫧 Rafayel

Rafayel had never seen sickness before.

He flopped into the house in seal form, saw your red nose and puffy eyes, and immediately fainted.

Just—thud. Roll. Flippers in the air.

You were too dizzy to deal with that, so you just laid on the couch with a tissue box while he fake-fainted for fifteen minutes.

Eventually he slunk over, nudged your cheek, and licked it softly.

“Gross,” you whispered. He squeaked back like he was apologizing.

Then he wriggled under the blankets with you and stayed there—head on your chest, letting out tiny wheezing sounds like he was mourning your soul.

---

🐺 Sylus

Sylus was in the doorway the whole time.

He watched. He listened. He said nothing.

Until you dropped a glass trying to clean up.

Then he moved.

Shifted to human in seconds and caught you before your knees hit the floor.

“Why didn’t you say something?” he growled, helping you to the couch like you were made of glass.

“I didn’t want to bother—”

“You’re never a bother.”

He wrapped you in three blankets, sat beside you, and glared at the fireplace, not knowing how to actually get it working.

You might’ve been sick, but your heart definitely skipped a beat.

---

🌊 Xavier

Xavier didn’t fuss.

He saw the tissues. He saw your hoodie. He heard the way your voice cracked.

Then he disappeared.

You assumed he left. Typical mysterious ocean man.

But twenty minutes later?

He reappeared in full human form—dripping wet, windblown, arms full of every comfort item known to man.

“Did you rob someone?”

He avoided your gaze, “Borrowed.”

You squinted your eyes, “This is a weighted blanket.”

He nodded, “Yes. So you stay.”

You blinked. “Stay?”

He looked at you very quietly. “With me.”

---

Later…

They wouldn’t let you get up for anything.

Not even for tea. Not even to use the bathroom alone.

You had five seals piled around you on the couch, hot soup on the table, and someone (probably Caleb) had placed a little sticky note on your forehead that said:

INFECTED. BUT LOVED.

You were sick, yes.

But somehow?

You’d never felt more cared for.

[323cutie]

wooyoung the panty stealer … will cum in them and tries his best to sneak it back into your laundry. is embarrassed that you catch him, but tries to hit you with the “you shouldnt have left your panties out like that!!!”

the lacy ones are sexy of course, but he prefers your nice cotton briefs the most. if you ask him where your panties went, expect a video of the soft cotton wrapped around his dick.

-bd nonnie

This has plagued my mind since about 10 am this morning. also i got kind of carried away.

cw ୨୧ masturbation (m) (with the help of some panties!), whimper audio (real), implied phone sex, cum eating, a teeny tiny bit of dirty talk

You spend a good five minutes just staring at your phone when the video first comes in.

It's sent with a suspicious black heart, and nothing else. You see the notification three minutes after Wooyoung sent it -- you're surprised you don't have more messages, given you left him on delivered. The "attachment: 1 video" makes you think it's some screen-recorded TikTok or a clip of Jiji, your cat, up to no good while Wooyoung's tending to her --

The video is black. You tap it and then hit the play button, settling a little more comfortably into the hotel bed you've adjusted to over the last few days. (Your business trip has sucked the life out of you, and you're eternally grateful for the complimentary bubble bath that was in the fiuture.) A shuffle of fabric comes from your speaker and you turn the volume up a little, listening to a shaky gasp.

It goes like this: you feel your brows come together in confusion, the phone finally lifts from what you now know is the bed, and when the flash finally settles, you're met with a pretty little video of Wooyoung jerking off.

Using your panties.

You gulp comically loud, pressing your thighs together already. Wooyoung whines and whimpers and moans, rubbing your panties all over his cock. You feel dizzy. In the video, he says, voice tight, "miss you so much, baby," pulling the fabric tight around the head of his cock, he moans. "ffffuck, just couldn't help myself."

That and the sound of him spitting into his hand are enough for you, closing out of the video only barely over halfway in to text Wooyoung.

6:17 pm wuyo<3: 🖤

6:28 pm you: what you: whta the fuck you: jung wooyoung.

6:29 pm wuyo<3: yes? 😇

6:29 pm you: do NOT use that emoji rn you know what you did

6:29 pm wuyo<3: just miss you so much baby wuyo<3: wish i could feel you around my cock... been too long

6:30 pm you: fuck.

In record time you have your hand down your pants, facetiming Wooyoung. He picks up quick, eyes eager and hungry when you make eye contact. He wastes no time talking you through it, all the while licking up the drops of his cum on your panties.

[batwynn]

Uh so. Tiny health update just to give folks who are waiting for things a bit of an explanation as to why everything is taking so long. 🥲

TW: health and doctor stuff below.

So, still no Humira. Need to redo bloodwork that I just did because no one can seem to find it. At this point idk how much of my body is failing rn is due to the lack of immunosuppressant or not but jfc. 😡 Additionally, the last bloodwork I had at my ER visit had no explanation for my heart palpitations but I am apparently not clotting and have very little… like… blood?? In my body? I guess pretty serious anemia?? I don’t know because they didn’t say shit about it when I was there. The fun part is, no follow up with primary about it at all. Saw some other random guy who didn’t look at my record and prescribed a med I can’t take with multiple of my regular meds. No one wants to talk about it, never mind help me with it. So I guess I’m going to try taking iron supplements with my already fucked up digestive system and hope for the best.

On top of that, my POTS like symptoms have gone from mild and only a problem when I have a BM to all day every day dizzy and faint and weird blood pressure. I’m trying to do all the tips and tricks like compression socks, sitting cross legged, drinking gatorade (that I have MCAS reactions to lol) and adding more salt to my diet. (Sodium was a little low at the ER) but it’s been a really big problem just like… trying to exist and do stuff. Sitting at the computer makes me dizzy and faint. Being in the car, dizzy and faint. Bending down to feed the cats. Black out dizzy and faint. Dishes. Dizzy. Faint. Etc etc.

All this to say, I am trying really hard to fix this at home so I can keep working but it’s kind of not working and my next dr apt is in September. Honestly, I’m really tired of feeling so shitty and never getting any help. It’s been a lifetime of this, and I’m sick of it. I’m really, really sick of it.

So, yeah. More delays than I had hoped are happening. Working on art stuff is taking me all day just to do one thing. I’m spending a lot of my time sitting cross legged in my bed propped up by pillows so if I do pass out I don’t get brain damage from hitting the floor at 900mph. I really am trying, I promise. I take this seriously, especially as this is my only way to make a living and I genuinely love doing it. Hopefully the iron supplements will make a big difference and hopefully my shitty stomach won’t completely reject them. I feel silly for being scared of an iron supplement, but living with gastroparesis and emetophobia has not been great for my fears and anxieties lol. 😰

If you could spare a little finger-crossing for me, I would really appreciate it. Send ‘don’t be shitty’ vibes directly to my organs please and thank you!

[momomoring]

lol in a silly goofy mood rn thinking about gp!momo and how much she likes it when sana rides her.

momo’s sitting in a chair, eyes screwed shut, hands gripping sana’s waist so hard it’s leaving bruises. sana’s straddling momo’s lap, fucking herself on her dick. she’s so wet it’s dripping down momo’s length and making a mess in her lap.

sana has a hand on the back of the chair, just beside momo’s head, and her other hand gripping her shoulder for leverage every time she lifts up and forces herself downwards on momo.

her dick stretches sana out, hitting every single spot inside of her so good her eyes roll back. she’s nearly dizzy with how good it feels, momo’s dick pulsing inside of her, needy little whimpers falling out of momo’s mouth.

it’s kind of pathetic, how much momo likes this, sana controlling both of their pleasure but primarily seeking her own. how momo just lays there, hands gripping sana harshly but barely doing anything to help her fuck herself on momo’s dick.

the coil in sana’s stomach tightens, and it gets harder to lift up, to keep the consistency of her movements. she falls forwards, lips finding momo’s neck, mouthing at her pulse point, teeth biting down and tongue smoothing it over. momo lets out a groan, thrusting upwards. sana gasps against momo’s neck at how her dick goes even deeper, stretches her even further.

“just like that,” sana chokes out and momo, like the good girl she is, thrusts upwards again, those hands on sana’s waist finally useful for something.

sana’s cries grow louder as momo continues fucking up into her, guiding her sloppy movements. momo grunts with the effort, her shoulder muscles working and flexing under sana’s hand. momo’s teeth are gritted with the strain but she loves it, the way it makes sana moan brokenly, hands gripping her and fucking herself desperately on momo.

“i’m so close,” sana says, voice shaking and unsteady. momo groans, trying not to come as she shifts closer, an arm wrapping around sana’s waist, her other hand sliding around to rub harshly at her clit as she thrusts into her. sana nearly screams, the stimulation on her clit overwhelming and intense, but it’s everything she needs and she comes, body convulsing and shuddering.

she clenches around momo’s dick as she continues fucking herself wantonly, momo’s thumb rubbing her clit. the tightness of sana’s wet pussy is all momo can think about, her dick throbbing inside of her as she fucks into her harder, chasing her own orgasm.

it happens within seconds after momo stops trying to prevent it, spilling into sana, warmth exploding as she cries out. her hold on sana tightens as her head falls forwards so that her forehead can rest on her shoulder. sana groans with the feeling and shifts on momo’s dick, milking it for what it’s worth.

and finally, momo leans back, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. her hand finds its way to sana’s stomach and she rubs at her lower stomach, her dick and cum still inside of her. the corner of her mouth quirks upward in a smirk.

“you look pretty like that,” momo says.

sana hums, leaning closer to kiss her lazily for a moment before mumbling against her lips, “so do you.”

[batgun]

The fandom scene is crazy rn actually especially with the canon vs fanon wars I’ve seen popping up over the last few years. I kinda just want to get my thoughts out in a spot to help organise them.

TLDR; people that proclaim fanon info as fact despite not reading a comic are kinda of annoying but people that know canon and get on too much of a high horse can be equally as annoying. Both groups are yelling too loud and it’s making fan space not as fun.

I think it’s important to mention I am a comic reader, I have read a decent amount of comics, in recent years through the DC Universe Infinite app but before that through physical comics and online, so I know relatively well how characters canonically act and what a lot of them have been through. Not to say I’m an expert or that my personal interpretations are strictly right but I know a good chunk of information.

I have seen it a lot more within the DC universe fan spaces, I don’t know if that’s just because I frequent it more or if it has actually been affecting this fandom at a higher rate, but there’s definitely been a noticeable uptick in people complaining about both sides.

There’s a lot of people like me who know the canon and see many many people give incorrect information that is more based in fanon or headcanons than anything real in the comics. This can be kinda irritating when they are saying it loudly over people that know the comics or even when they flat out try to correct people that know better. Not only is it kind of rude but it’s frustrating to see. It probably comes from far bigger world issues we have right now but how this behaviour has spiralled in DC fandom is baffling.

Having said that, I don’t dislike fanon. I think it can be fun when you aren’t proclaiming it as hard truth or cutting into other people speaking about canon. Whether it be in memes, fanfiction, headcanons, or fanart, I don’t think it’s a huge affront to have characters ‘mischaracterised’ or be in a joke that’s emerged solely through fanon. It’s still just people having fun with a piece of media even if it’s in a slightly warped way. People have been doing similar things since the beginning of the fan creation, some have got more severe with it which is annoying but I like to think they aren’t the majority, and that the bulk is just people enjoying themselves.

On the flip-side I’ve also seen a lot of comic readers get what I would consider too up in arms over what are relatively minor transgressions. They will see a piece of media that perhaps leans more fanon than true and loud proclaim ‘this never happened’ ‘they wouldn’t say that’ or ‘you wouldn’t think this if you actually read the comic’ which I think is misguided and also quite rude. A lot of the people also participating in fanon have in fact read some of the comic and are just having fun with the loose idea of the characters or plots - I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing. Again it’s just people having fun, that’s what fandoms all about.

While I personal know a significant amount of the written canon I can sometimes get down with the fanon as long as they aren’t taking it too seriously. And with the canon in DC at least that is a very flexible thing. I’ve seen people talk about this before and I agree, there’s been so many runs and versions of characters over such a long period that there’s likely a version that might fit the so called ‘mischaracteration’, there’s also layers to interpretation, you might think differently about why a character did something in canon that would contradict someone else’s but neither opinion is necessarily wrong.

The way people view Batman/ Batfam or how they act/characterise the rest of the DC Universe in relation to the Batfam has become especially egregious lately. The back and forth of yelling or downplaying characters has become dizzying. And while it might be annoying when someone makes Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, and/or The Flash an extensions of Batman that doesn’t warrant a vile hate comment or a death threat.

Also, perhaps controversially, I don’t think you have to read the comic or watch the media to have fun with fan made things of the fandom and in some fandoms what fans make is actually more enjoyable than the real canon media. It would still be greatly preferable that people read or watched it but starting in a new fandom can be a taster or introduction to the media. I enjoyed the Resident Evil fandom for a couple of months before I had time to play through some of the games and while they were still fun and deeply enjoyable the fanon side of things was a little more fun for me personally. But this has to be taken with a grain of salt because again while the fanon side was fun they could still be a bit annoying with how serious they could take it and on occasion over shadowing the canon.

I think this issue has sprouted from the fact that people are becoming more rigid and less literate about and how things are interacted with in fandom spaces and media from both aspects, there’s far less acceptable wiggle room with how people are allowed to interact and make things. It feels more boxed in than it used to be and people seem to be getting angrier far more easily, which is upsetting to see. The overall fandom experience despite flourishing in it own way also feels more strict. There’s invisible rules that everyone and no one seems to be following, and breaking them gets people ruder than they should be.

I guess I just miss when people were kinder to each other and more willing to have fun online. I think as long as people aren’t doing extreme morally incomprehensible things or affecting people real lives unwarranted then it’s not worth being so scrutinising over.

Anyways I gotta get the bread I’m making out the oven. It’s been nice to jot some thoughts down. With that I leave you with my favourite screenshot I’ve taken from a comic…

Via Detective Comics (1937) #44

[crazylittlejester]

I don't know if you're still accepting requests but if you are: Warriors and Wind eating oranges, sharing a fondness for them because Warriors and food poison avoidance + Wind and scurvy prevention

If you're no longer accepting requests, then so sorry :(

- the oranges anon

HI ORANGES ANON!!!

I am!! I got a little thing in my pinned post saying if Mini Fic Requests are open or not, and they’re open rn!

Here you go!! (485 words):

A wave of dizziness slammed into him and Warriors crouched down with a groan, lifting one hand to his aching head and using the other to stabilize himself so he didn’t fall over. He had incorrectly guessed his head was aching due to exhaustion, but the rising nausea and heat in the back of his neck just confirmed his new theory. He needed to eat something.

“Cap’n?” Wind called, turning around and walking towards him. The two of them had headed off alone to explore the area around camp, scouting for enemies but also just giving the little sailor a chance to get his extra energy out.

Warriors was forced to sit down properly when his arm started shaking, and he hung his head with a sigh.

“Ye be needin’ sugar, right?” Wind asked him, digging through his bag with a determined look.

The captain nodded, grateful at least one of them had brought a bag. Warriors had stashed two red potions in his belt and brought everything else they possibly could’ve needed on a short walk bear camp, except any kind of food.

The pirate eventually found an orange and pulled it out with a laugh, handing it to Warriors before digging around for a second. As he peeled his fruit, he watched Wind curiously as the boy furiously picked at his.

His brother caught him staring and blinked up at him. “I know it’s hard for you to eat some times, I didn’t want you to feel like I was watching you, so I’m eating with you!”

Warriors couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in his eyes and he froze. Assassination attempts had made his relationship with food and eating very complicated, and many times he found himself starving because his anxiety got too bad. Oranges were a safe food for him, their peel making it hard for them to be tampered with, and eating with the others always made him feel more comfortable. He didn’t know how to feel that not only had Wind noticed something the captain tried to hide, but the little sailor had gone out of his way to help him and comfort him.

“I really like oranges,” his brother told him, popping a slice into his mouth. “They be good fer preventin’ scurvy. Ye don’t be wantin’ that, it sucks.”

Warriors let out a wet laugh, blinking away the spots in his vision and laying down while he ate his own fruit. He listened to Wind talk on and on about his great love for citrus, which eventually turned into a story about his adventures, until the captain felt he could sit upright again without being worried he’d faint.

“Good to go back?” Wind asked with a wide grin. “I be wantin’ to terrorize Wild.”

“Sounds good,” Warriors rolled his eyes fondly, ruffling the kid’s hair and holding him close as they walked back to camp together.

[dipplinduo]

Dipplinshipping headcanon!

Kieran really messing up his health due to a lack of sleep and suffering from a lot of migraines and dizzy spells.

Juliana ofc tries her best to help with them. She sits with him during dizzy spells to comfort him and just in case they get worse and he ends up fainting. (It's rare but sometimes it happens.) And during migraines she just kinda lets his hair down and gives him a full on head massage to make it better.

See I completely agree with this headcanon and yeah, Kieran's def gonna have a weakend immune system with a lack of sleep. Juliana would SO comfort him in this kind of way.

I FIND IT SO FUNNY BECAUSE JULIANA'S WINNING IN THE POLL RN FOR WHO'S GONNA BE SICK TROPE IN MY FIC LOL. Y'all really said "give us nurturing Kieran but make him angsty". Now I gotta think about how that dynamic would be at this stage in their relationship (although admitably, the fact that this is the less predictable/obvious outcome makes it a fun challenge)

[raidenssblog]

Alluring

Paring: tanjiro x male! Reader

Genre: fluff

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings: none

Summary: just some random fluff cus I haven't posted in 1+ months💀 m!reader has long ish hair.

A/n: I posted this for my birthday 4/7 but unfortunately I didn't actually post it and I didn't realise till today😭 I also got lost on this and drifted to other ideas and it's 550am so it's all over the place rn

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Walking around the estate, Tanjiro listens to nezuko hum a tune while holding his hand.

Tanjiro breathed in deeply, smelling the fresh night air once again. They both continue to walk down to the small flowing stream near by before he halted, your scent filled his sensors in a dizzying way.

Nezuko must have noticed you and pulled on tanjiros sleeve, pointing down to the stream where he saw you staring off in a daze.

Nezuko gave her brother a hug before turning on her heels and walking back.

Tanjiro stood on the dirt path wondering if he should go up to you or turn in for the night. As he turned away from you, a pull in his heart said to turn around a go back. Making his way back towards you he stepped on a twig.

Flinching at the sound you quickly jump to your feet and draw your sword. Your nerves calm as you saw who the intruder was.

"far out, you scared the living daylights out of me tanjiro" you sighed, placing your sword back.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" The red headed boy apologised while bowing quickly, giggling quietly to yourself at his actions you sit back down in your spot.

Looking back at him you ushered him to sit with you, and if course he did so. He sat somewhat close to you while slightly flustered.

You had your hair down only leaving the top pulled back. It frames your face and jawline perfectly, the moon hit it in the best way making it almost glow.

Alluring was the best way to describe you.

You had all the features, cold eyes but the way you looked at him with such care and warmth was confusing to tanjiro, you were more hidden away to yourself like Giyu and no one could read you feelings, everyone but tanjiro.

Truth be told when tanjiro looked at you you felt like crying, his eyes were so soft and understanding, he wasn't ment to be in this work force. Tho no one should be.

You've liked him ever since you've met him, how could you not. He's kind, gentle, thoughtful and determined. Your heart would always beat faster when you're around him, palms sweaty and smiling like an idiot.

Looking back at him you smile, tanjiro flushed and looked down. Even in the dull light you could still see the tips of his ears turn bright red. You shuffled closer wrapping an arm around him.

Tanjiro's eyes shoot to yours in surprise. Taking this as an opportunity, you lift your hand and hold his cheek before leaning in and placing a delicate kiss on his lips.

Tanjiro's eyes widened as his body stiffened, after a second he leaned into this kiss, heart beating out of his cheat. His arms snake around your shoulders before he pulls away with a small gasp.

Smiling again, you rub your thumb on his cheek.

"I love you so much tanjiro, I have ever since I met you. I couldn't stop thinking about you and how sweet of a person you are. How you would always make an effort to help others over yourself. You always had that beautiful smile on your face and such a sweet voice" you said finally letting go of all the bottled up feeling you had for him.

Tanjiro was shocked, he had no words. The only thing he could do was look at you.

Worry filled you when he didn't answer after a minute, pulling back a bit you blabbed on. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you upset I just thought you liked me t-"

"I do, I like you a lot. No. Not like, I love you. I love you so much m/n. Your so nice and you get along with nezuko so well. You've accepted the fact that she's a demon and that warmed me so much. I love you more than what you know m/n"

With that tanjiro kiss you one finally time. Pulling you closer than before and kissing deeper than before. Both your feelings are let out and you can finally show how much he means to you.

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[ssongsboo]

thinking of professor!junseok rn… 😵‍💫😵‍💫

him eagerly offering you extra lessons because you don’t understand the material properly, and you agree thinking it was a good idea… but when you stay back after school with him, his disheveled look turns you on more than you’d like to admit

realising that you’re getting so hot and bothered for him, he proposes a deal that if you get at least 80% on the next test, he’ll give you a special reward

not gonna elaborate more cus i think you know where i’m going with this.. but he’s so fine i need to suck his dick so bad

-🪐 (sorry about this word vomit)

the clock ticked past five, the once-busy classroom now eerily silent except for the faint scribble of your pen and the occasional shuffle of paper from the man seated across the desk.

professor junseok was nothing like you’d expected- a mess of tousled hair, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, glasses perched precariously on his nose. his sharp eyes darted from your notes to your face, and back again, as if assessing not just your understanding of the material, but you.

you shifted in your seat, hyper-aware of how warm the room felt. maybe it was the way his shirt clung to his figure after a long day, the faint sheen of sweat glistening along his neck. or maybe it was the way his voice dropped an octave whenever he leaned in to explain a problem, his breath ghosting over your ear.

junseok leaned back in his chair, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, revealing toned forearms that flexed as he adjusted his glasses. his hair was messier than usual, strands falling into his eyes from running his hands through it all day.

you were supposed to be focusing on the material, but the way his voice dropped when he spoke- low, smooth, deliberate- had you squirming in your seat.

"did you hear me?" his voice cut through the fog of your thoughts, sharp and laced with amusement. you blinked, cheeks warming under his intense gaze. "uh, y-yeah."

junseok tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"liar. your mind's been somewhere else this whole time." he leaned forward, the desk between you suddenly feeling much too small. "tell me what's got you so distracted."

you couldn't answer- not when the scent of his cologne hung so heavily in the air, not when his shirt clung to his chest just enough to outline the faintest hint of muscle. he noticed, of course he did. junseok wasn't just intelligent, he was perceptive, and the sharp glint in his eyes said he already knew the answer.

"hmm…" his voice was a murmur now, rich and teasing. "am i distracting you?" he wondered out loud with faux curiosity.

your breath hitched, and the corner of his mouth curved higher. he leaned closer, his forearms resting on the desk, and the way his shirt tightened across his shoulders sent your heart racing.

"here's the thing," he said, his voice dripping with heat. "you're struggling with the material, and i want to help you. but i can't do that if you're too busy thinking about..." he paused, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip, "...other things."

you swallowed hard, the air between you crackling.

"so, let me offer you some motivation," he continued, his eyes darkening as they bore into yours. "if you can get at least 80% on the next test, i'll give you a reward."

his words hung in the air, heavy and suggestive.

"what kind of reward?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

his smirk deepened, and he leaned in until his lips were just a breath away from your ear. "something special. something…” his lips curled into a dangerous grin “…only for you.”

heat flushed through you, your thighs pressing together under the desk as his hand drifted, almost casually, to rest on the edge of your textbook- so close, yet maddeningly far.

"so, what do you say?" he asked, his tone low and dripping with promise. "are you going to work for it?"

you only nodded, your voice failing you.

"good," he murmured, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before he leaned back, leaving you dizzy and wanting. "don't disappoint me."

[apheliia]

OKOK so!! my main thing is that I am a firm believer that pv has limited vision in his eyes and uses his staff via contact to see. I will say I think that his vision got worse overtime, esp after he became one of the heros(?), which also means I think he has smth like cataracts/some kind of blindess that can be developed. Pv closes his eyes a lot bc it's easier to just hold his staff and see though it, though maybe also some light sensitivity that can give him headaches, but I think he'll open his eyes when he's like being soft?? If that makes sense?? Like he'll want to look at scenery after hearing the sounds/others talking abt it or wants to look at another (chantilly.. sg... his friends..) even if he can't rlly see or smth. If that makes any sense. Or if he's stressed abt smth (that one sprite of him like.. holding his head..). Also another thought — younger pv w glasses maybe..

Talking more abt his staff tho, I think if he isn't holding it or doesn't have any contact w it he can't see though it at all. I also think tho that his staff has some sentience and can see for itself, so when it's out of his hand, it feels the need to get back to his hand. And since pv represents truth, I think he can judge ppl through his vision in his staff. His staff also is influenced by his light of truth, so that's why he can “judge” ppl through his staff when he suspects they could be lying or just wants to see if they're telling the truth. The one being “judged” also starts to feel slightly dizzy and lightheaded when they're in this judgement state, but still say what they planned to etc and that all goes away when they aren't being “judged” anymore (ik this way sm wouldn't have been able to lie to him as easily but sm could theoretically bypass this/not let that chance happen, hence why he was out of view for the most part of ep7)

I think I word a lot of this better in some ways in the posts I made abt it in the tags and ik these are hcs abt his vision and stuff but I'm still thinking abt other hcs.. (someone stop me from giving every favorite of mine like pv a gummy smile..) but!! This is what I have rn <33 I'll share more w you when I think of more if you want.. maybe more hcs relating to his appearance (trying not to project onto him HELP). I also keep sending you such long asks.. that's my bad.. 😭😭

AHHHHHH SO REAL HI i totally agree. visually impaired pv my beloved. i'm a firm believer that he does not have particularly good vision (he cannot see 2 inches in front of his face /hj /lh), oh and i agree soooooo so bad 🥺🥺🥺 he does definitely open his eyes when it comes to looking at the beautiful things in life or his loved ones!!!! so true. pv is visually impaired in that one wip i dropped of him and chantilly but he does open his eyes and he is still looking at them very intently with so much love and concern in his face for them because that's literally his child RAHHH OKAY NO this is not that kind of yapping post. i'm getting off track. Hi. YOUNGER PV WITH GLASSES AJSHSJSHSJSGJ MY BABYYYYYY??!?!?!?!? 🥺❤️❤️❤️

ALSO HARD AGREE i feel like his staff does have some level of sentience. swear to god that thing has attitude, considering the way it stares at cookies sometimes LMFAO?????? ohhhhhh but that's such a sick hc... sm could probably just bypass it somehow, or straight up not be present enough for long enough to be judged, def agree there.

PLEASEEEEE DROP ANYMORE HCS YOU MAY HAVE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 and you don't have to apologize i loveeeee long asks 🤭 they may take me longer to reply to than others but i love them sososo much!!!!

[sevasey51]

What is a typical routine both work days and off for Connor and his wife? Can medical stuff be thrown in? You know typical overprotective loving surgeon husband. 🥺

Love this page so much! It’s a great escape from everything in my life rn ❤️🥺

Built for Two

Summary: Connor and Y/N live a life shaped by medicine, love, and the silent understanding that comes with experience. Their days aren’t perfect, but they’ve learned how to move through them—together. Whether it’s a long day at Med or a flare-up that turns the couch into a recovery zone, they’ve built a routine that makes room for her body and Connor’s ever-present care. It’s not glamorous, but it’s real. And it’s theirs.

Weekday Routine

“We move like a team, even when we’re running on fumes.”

5:30 a.m. – Connor time

He’s up before the alarm. Always. It’s surgical—efficient, quiet, practiced. By the time Y/N stirs, he’s showered, had half a protein bar, and started her morning hydration. He always leaves it on the nightstand with a sticky note that says something like:

• “Don’t rush.”

• “Let me know if the headache’s worse.”

• “Compression socks are not optional.”

(He adds a heart sometimes. He pretends he doesn’t.)

6:15 a.m. – Her wake-up

It depends. If she’s flaring, it takes longer—gentle shakes, forehead kisses, a whispered “Hey, sweetheart… time to get up.”

Sometimes she opens her eyes and says, “POTS is being a brat.”

Sometimes she doesn’t say anything—just breathes through it until she can sit up.

He always notices.

“Salt tab or water first?”

She groans. He answers for her.

6:45 a.m. – Getting ready

He brushes her hair while she leans against the bathroom sink. She ties his scrub cap for him. On bad days, he helps her sit to get dressed. On good days, she teases him for being too soft.

“You’re babying me.”

“Yup,” he replies, slipping her favorite hoodie over her head.

7:15 a.m. – Leaving for Med

They walk in together more often than not. He slows down when she’s dizzy. Carries both bags. Always packs snacks in his coat for her. She pretends not to notice.

Their coworkers do.

Off-Day Routine

“We don’t cancel the day. We just adjust it.”

9:00 a.m. – Slow mornings

The sun’s up before they are. She’s wrapped in three blankets, and he’s already making oatmeal—light on the sugar, extra soft, with a ginger tea steeping nearby.

“You took your morning meds yet?”

She answers by holding out her hand.

He drops the pills in like it’s sacred.

10:30 a.m. – The flare radar

She insists she’s fine.

Her coloring says otherwise.

He watches how she holds her body. How she avoids the bright light. How she presses her fingers to her temple without even thinking.

Connor doesn’t hover. He lingers.

Subtle.

Present.

Prepared.

The heating pad is already warm. Her meds are already set aside. He won’t say “I told you so.” He just says:

“Couch or bed?”

She sighs. “Couch. I’ll try to stay vertical.”

He grabs the weighted blanket and says, “Deal.”

Midday – The Crash or the Calm

If her POTS is flaring, he keeps her legs elevated and reads off vitals like it’s his second language. If it’s endo, he rubs circles into her lower back while she winces and squeezes his hand.

“You don’t have to stay,” she whispers.

“I do,” he says. “Because I want to.”

They say nothing for a while.

She dozes.

He watches over her like a storm is coming—and maybe it is, but she’ll never weather it alone.

Evening – Gentle routines

Dinner is soft, warm, familiar. He cuts her food when she’s too foggy to hold a knife. Tucks her in with quiet rituals: dim lights, lavender on her wrists, a glass of water within reach.

He slips into bed behind her, hand against her stomach, feeling for pain flinches in her breathing.

“Better?” he asks.

“Mmm.”

He kisses the curve of her shoulder.

Sometimes she cries a little—not because she’s sad, but because she’s tired, and it’s hard, and he never makes her feel like she has to pretend.

This is their life.

Quiet. Complex. Full of medicine and morning kisses and the kind of care that doesn’t need to be loud to be everything.

Connor is her surgeon-husband. Her gentle alarm system. Her quiet protector.

And she is the reason he has a heartbeat worth coming home to.

[yridk]

This is a vent post but yeah

Why is so much stuff happening that is just making me feel worse today, I've been sick the past couple of days but I had to show up today bc I had 2 tests and then I have a essay due soon that I can't start without getting help and and I'm just rly tired and dizzy bc im sick, and that's only things that are happening to me specifically bc the news are bad rn and it sucks but there also isn't a lot we can do rn and just idk i feel bad bc of a lot of things, maybe sleeping would help but there is just so much I have to do

Nevermind this i just met one of my like great aunts or smth (idrk what it is in english) outside of my school and talked to her for a bit it was really nice bc talking to her like always makes you feel better and she seemed very happy hearing what school I'm at now and that ive been making friends. Like I still feel bad and kind of empty but that helped a significant amount

[swordmaid]

in my own hc of the night three vampire bite I would imagine hags getting into a bit of a scuffle actually, because shri’iia - in general - is too paranoid to trance properly so she’s like still awake but trying to rest but she can’t, then suddenly this man is crawling on top of her ofc she’s gonna be like what the FUCK. pulls out the knife from under her bed roll, both going to try kick him off AND stab him with the knife - saying a prayer to lolth that she’s about to end this man - but he grips her shoulders and tries to calm her bc he can’t have her making too much noise or else it’ll wake everyone. they’re both sitting upright in this stalemate position - honestly she could overpower him easily she’s physically stronger than him but she’s too much in shock - and he’s like easy, I’m not gonna hurt you!! this isn’t what it looks like. I just needed, well, blood. and then she squints, look closer at him and sees his fangs against the campfire.

HONESTLY I’m wondering if concepts of vampires exist down in menzoberranzan but to shri’iia his teeth would look similar to a spider’s teeth -> she would think he’s related to spiders of some sort, like a drider but not a drider? -> then she’s like wait hold on but WHY would a male elf be related to spiders they shouldn’t have such privilege but she’ll question that later. he starts to explain this whole ordeal, and honestly she’s only getting bits and pieces but then she realises this could be leverage for her. she’s too paranoid to trust anyone rn it’s like day three of her being stuck in the surface and she’s fighting for her life currently, but having this against this man could be useful to her. this is what matriarch did right? get leverage on people? she’s trying to do what her matriarch does - or at least mimic a fraction of her devious mind so she’s like fine, ok. half understands what she’s signing up for, and he’s like wait really? 😳👉👈. she leans back for him, expecting him to go on her again - honestly she probably thought this was gonna be related to sex I mean why would he be over her? but then he sinks his teeth on her neck and she’s like oh SHIT this isn’t sex but it’s definitely 🤨👀 I mean it COULD lead there 👀🤭 she likes this pain too, but he’s latching on her so tightly, he drinks from her so deeply she’s starting to feel more and more light headed and she’s like wait. WAIT. doesn’t know what the common word for enough to stop is, she starts to panic bc ummm no way is she gonna die HERE that’s so embarrassing for her, calls for him to stop in drowic and musters enough strength to elbow him off. she’s dizzy and lightheaded from the bloodloss, he’s dizzy and lightheaded from actually drinking blood for the first time - warm and delicious blood even, that he can’t help but laugh after! this is so good! and unlike anything he’s ever drank before! meanwhile she’s like bro what the fuck. kind of wished he went for the sex bc this is kinda weird. but whatever, she has leverage, she has the favour. she can use this against him somehow in the future.

and then he thanks her, and she only catches on the bits and pieces that he says but she gets the gesture. afterwards everyone is like eugh vampire!! 🚫👎👎 they’re like why did you let him bite you, shri’iia tries to shrug and look innocent and they’re like wow you must be nicer than you let on. astarion sidles up to her later that day, he’s like BTW can’t help but think about our encounter last night and how…wonderful it was. but you said some interesting words then, something that sounds drowic? 🤔 didn’t you say you were born here? 👀 and she’s glaring daggers at him, giving him a murderous look that’s soo out of character for the run of the mill good paladin persona she’s been playing up. she doesn’t answer him ofc she doesn’t know what to say he’s like 🤷 fine keep your secrets but you can trust ME, darling. i already showed you mine so why not return the favour?