#panic mode engaged!))

[figofswords]

thinking about taking a little bit of a step back from social media for a bit for mental/physical health reasons (as in: chronic severe anxiety is causing chronic health issues and I need to remove stress Somehow). I will still post art but I’m probably gonna make an effort to engage with my dash only minimally, if at all. (that being said I have very poor discipline so if you see me suddenly reblogging stuff out of nowhere just. roll with it)

[outlanderalien]

Not sure if I'm sabotaging my relationship or not but I feel like I'm in the right ? Perhaps ?

[epitomees]

This is not supposed to happen like this…

This is NOT!! Supposed! To happen like this!!

[he11fireclubtm2]

[SILENT] The receiver's kiss renders the sender momentarily speechless.

"...Steve? Steeevveee.... You good?" Eddie had been watching Steve for around the span of a minute now after the sudden kiss. And to be honest? The silence as a reaction was enough to make his heart pick up in tempo and his mind to race. Had he misread the signs? Did Steve not like it? Was there no spark? Eddie had half a mind to turn tail and run, scared of what kind of reaction Steve was going to have when he finally did open his mouth to say something.

[mari-beau]

Why do I ever post anything on Facebook? I always regret it.

[fe-fictions]

How will Mauvier handle things when his daughter gets sick?

He is in emergency mode almost immediately. It started as a sniffle, and you worked very hard to convince him it was nothing.

Then he woke up before you, got ready, went to rouse your daughter for breakfast…and he was immediately sprinting back to the bedroom and practically broke the doors down.

“She has a fever!!” He all but shouted, jolting you up out of bed.

He was rushing to the washroom with his daughter held tight in is arms. You followed not long after, if anything to assess the situation. 

Your little girl was very quiet and sounded congested, which was indeed abnormal. While Mauvier busied himself with preparing a damp washcloth for her forehead, you touched the back of your hand to her forehead.

“Hmm…she’s definitely a lot warmer than normal. She’s pretty flushed, too.”

“She is ill. I knew she was sick yesterday!! I should have taken appropriate precautions just like I thought!!” He grumbled while moving about frantically.

You frowned softly at him, gently taking the little girl into your arms and resting her head on your shoulder. 

“Mauvier, it will be all right. Little boys and girls get sick all the time. Besides, we’re in the Somniel. I will summon for the best healers, and she will be in tip top shape in no time.”

“How quickly can you send for them?” He demanded, his eyes wide.

You pat his shoulder, giving him a comforting smile. “I will be swift, my darling. Just take a deep breath, and take her back to bed. She will need to be tucked in bed, and will probably want something gentle to eat. Maybe some toast, or…hmm, rice porridge?”

“I will take care of all these tasks immediately.” He nodded to you, as if taking orders from his commanding officer…or rather, directions from the Divine Dragon rather than his wife.

But such was the nature of your protective husband, who adored his daughter more than anything in the world.

The poor girl was far too tired to really react to much of anything, more a doll in her father’s hands than anything else. It broke Mauvier’s heart. She had such a bright personality that was starting to shimmer through, but now here he was, unable to even draw a smile from her lips.

By the time th ehealers arrived, she was gingerly tucked into bed and was being spoon fed rice porridge by her father, who remained latched to her bedside. 

There were a half dozen clerics who came into the room behind you, with sweet Framme leading the charge with a bright smile.

“Hello, Lord Mauvier! We’re here to fix up the little dragon!” She announced, the rest of the healers filing into the room quickly.

You motioned Mauvier to join you at your side, so that he might gibve them some room. He bowed his head gratefully to them, hurrying out of the way.

“Yes, Framme. I cannot thank you enough for coming so quickly. I hope you will be able to help her.”

“Not to worry! We’ll do everything we can. Now, can you two tell me what’s going on?” She asked him, glancing over at you both while she started her check-up on the toddler.

“She sounded a bit stuffed up last night, and seemed a little out of it, but I figured she was just tired.” You explained, leaning against Mauvier while he grew more antsy. The gentle touch was enough to remind him to calm down, if only for a moment.

“I see…and when she woke up this morning, it got much worse, it seems!”

“I’m afraid so. She has a fever, she’s much more congested, and she’s quite dazed. Mauvier was swift in realizing her condition had deteriorated so much.”

“I can see that!” Framme chirped, convening with the group quietly. She spoke with them a little while, and Mauvier glaned nervously at you, fear vivid in his eyes.

You squeezed his hand, doing your best to keep him cool. But to be fair, the sight of half a dozen strangers whispering about your sick child was a little unsettling.

Framme stepped aside, tucking her stave away and giving you another grin.

“All right, Divine One! I have some good news- we cannot give your daughter medical treatment.”

“What?” You and your husband gasped in unison, startled by her statement.

“Don’t misunderstand! That is excellent news in her case. She is only sick with a minor case of Elusian Flu. It sounds formidable, but in healthy children like her, she’ll bounce back from it in no time! It’s not severe enough to require magic.”

“But you can use magic to heal her, can’t you? Would it not be better to alleviate her pain than to let her suffer like this?” Mauvier argued, and you found yourself in agreement.

But Framme shook her head. “Actually, milord, it is better for her to recuperate with her body’s strength, rather than using magic to do the work for her. At such a tender age, it’s best to build natural immunity, lest she be more vulnerable as she gets older because she’ll have the proper defenses built in!”

“I…I see.” He deflated, clearly unhappy with her explanation. “Is there anything you can do for her, a-at least while you’re here?”

“Well, I suppose we could cast a healing charm to take away the more irritating aches and pains while she recuperates.”

“That would be wonderful, Framme, thank you.” You cut in, before Mauvier could strongarm her into healing all the sickness out of her.

He looked at you with great concern, as if he was about to start an argument with you, instead. You tugged his hand and took him back to your bedroom.

“Mauvier-”

“Alear!”

“-Please, try to calm down a little bit.” You shut the doors, before returning your attention to your husband. 

“I-I am calm, I just- I do not understand! You can order them to heal her, can’t you? You are the Divine Dragon!”

“I am also a mother.” You reminded him, “And if Framme is saying it is better for my child to heal on her own than use magic, I want to follow medical advice if it will benefit her in the future.”

“But she is so ill…a-and she is so frail! Can’t we just have her healed this time?”

“My love, we both know that you’ll order her to be healed in every scenario if we don’t have it cut off, now.”

You closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Have some faith in our daughter. If it’s better for her to build her own immune system by fighting, then let’s trust her to fight! Besides, if she’s really struggling, you know that I’ll have her healed up by the clerics in no time.”

“You…you don’t think she’ll get worse, do you?” He asked worriedly. You fought th eurge to roll your eyes, instead biting your lip and shaking your head.

“No, I don’t. I think she’ll recover nicely and she’ll be your bouncing, bubbly little girl again in no time.” 

“Goddess, I do hope so…”

“I promise.” You kissed his nose, “Now let’s go send those healers off and spend the rest of our day with cuddling with our little one. I believe she’ll need a fresh bowl of porridge, don’t you?”

“I will add extra honey and blueberries.” He decided, taking a deep breath. He let his shoulders fall for the first time since yesterday, looking down at you sheepishly. “Thank you for staying calm, Alear. I am afraid it is difficult for me to be rational when it involves our daughter.”

“I think it’s adorable. Don’t worry.” You giggled, earning yourself an embarrassed groan.

“I believe it is unbecoming of me.”

“It is quite charming, I promise.” 

He leaned down, giving you a chaste kiss in return.

“Thank you for being patient with me, Alear. I just…cannot help but fret over her. I wish her to be happy and healthy at all times. Why is that so difficult to maintain?”

“Because that is the way life is. All we can do is take the challenges as they come. Thankfully, it seems that this is not a particularly difficult challenge for her, this time.”

He took your hand and the two of you returned to your daughter, both of you feeling much calmer now that you had the moment to decompress.

The rest of the day would undoubtedly be spent with your little girl, cuddling her and giving her whatever she needed (and wanted, in terms of her father), to help her get better.

She would be back on her feet in just a day and a half…though you would remain preoccupied when Mauvier caught her flu not long after.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

im imagining a scenario where like. cesar leaves to do something in the middle of the night and gets injured

seth is pacing back and forth, worried out of his mind before cesar stumbles in and collapses-

YEAH GAH-

Just. Seth hears the door open and is glad until he sees Cesar just. collapse onto the floor-

[raposarealm]

Alright, enough with the chargemagia team, I’m goin’ back to my normal rat extermination crew. I’ve actually got a true anti-evade on Kamisen, and this time, the Tsumugi Swords is letting her hit with about the same amount of damage as Kirino on a non-dark target. I’ve tested on some Yozus and an Aniyachi so far, and I’ll keep testing in Endless throughout, but it’s 10pm EST currently and the reset’s at 1am, so... panic mode engaged.

I’ll try and figure out what I’m doing wrong with the chargemagia setup after this ranked is over and I stop finding nightmare bait defense teams everywhere. Also, JP playerbase, a cordial “fuck you” from all of us, thank you and goodnight.

[sebille]

LMAOOOOO NOT THE WOL FINDING OUT THAT ZENOS IS ALIVE THROUGH THE ECHO

[madsclinett]

[text; maddie] charleston is nowhere near as fun without you

[txt]; you might take that back?

[txt]; anyways, i was thinking about it and i don't think rudy even remembers what happened on nye, have you talked to him yet? i know you're both there, not sure if you've seen him..

[flippedorbit]

why do feel like exploding

[theonepunkasshole]

well unless your dog takes the utmost of care with kittens at all times, especially because at that size he's going to be especially fragile and need to be bottlefed, we literally don't have to do anything. he could lay on him wrong and squish him to death

.... oh fuck-

[jelreth]

horror will be like "there was a thing........ that was pretending to be human.............. BUT IT WASNT !!!" and i eat that shit up every time like omg there was a thing that was pretending to be human but it WASNT

[smittenroses]

uh oh, computer's blue screening quite a bit atm

[cevansbrat0007]

Sweet Renegade Series Masterlist

About the Sweet Renegade Series: A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.

This series features a collection of one-shots centered around a small town romance between Bounty Hunter Ari Levinson and a reluctant, curvy Reader.

It will also contain mature themes such as Sex, Interracial Relationships, Soft D/s Themes, Discussions of Body Image, Disordered Eating, Discussions of Race, Occasional Depictions of Violence, Cursing, and more. Minors, please do not engage or interact.

Special thanks to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me brainstorm ideas. Thank you for reading and I look forward to sharing more soon! (**) indicates smut

Series Intro

New In Town: Introducing my Sweet Renegades Series. Sparks fly when you accidentally find yourself sitting next to Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson.

Hello, Duchess: Your first encounter with Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson, goes worse than you ever could've imagined.

The Do-Over: Everyone deserves a second chance, including jerks like Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson.

New! A Friend in the Dark Part I: Ari receives an unexpected call from you in the middle of the night. **

A Friend in the Dark Part II: Coming Soon

Untitled Story: Coming Soon

Sweet Morning Light: Watching you sleep has Ari hungry for more. Which means it's time for breakfast. And it looks like you're on the menu... **

Thirst Trap: Ari loves looking at your ass in those shorts, as long as he's the one who gets to walk behind you. **

Back to Sleep: Ari has the perfect cure for your insomnia. **

On the Clock: Ari stops by for a snack while he's out chasing a lead. **

Creep: You sneak out of the house to go on a midnight supply run, which inadvertently sends Ari into panic mode. ** [Request]

Moments Shared: You and Ari share a moment during a lazy afternoon... **

Quickie: You get caught up in the moment while dropping off dinner to your favorite bounty hunter.

Sweet Tooth: Ari gets inventive when he finds himself in the doghouse with you. ** [Request]

Sweet Tooth Deluxe: Ari teaches you a much needed lesson about ignoring him. ** [Request]

Sugar Fix: Your poor attempt at a joke lands you in hot water with your man. Takes place directly after the events in Sweet Tooth and Sweet Tooth Deluxe. ** [Request]

Disturbing the Peace: You're keeping a secret from Ari - one that you'll have to tell him about eventually. Right?

The Scent of you: Ari loves the sweet scent of you, which is why he's content to live between your thighs. **

Case of the Ex: Part I: Just as you decide to explore your feelings for Ari, an unexpected blast from your past sends you reeling...

Southern Comfort: A day after your ex-boyfriend's unexpected return, you show up on Ari's doorstep intending to ask for a little time. Too bad your grumpy bounty hunter isn't feeling particularly charitable. **

An Afternoon with Minerva: Ari finds himself finally ready to admit the truth about his feelings for you...

Off the Market: Ari learns that you're not the sharing type. Which is fine by him, because neither is he.

A Man Starved: Ari lives for the taste of you on his tongue... ** [Request]

New! The Slam: Ari has had a enough of your TikTok foolishness...

Risky Business: Ari doesn't like it when you take unnecessary risks. So tonight he's going to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget. **

Worthy of You: After being forced to confront his own demons, Ari begins to question whether or not he is worthy of you.

Miscellaneous Asks, Drabbles, & One-shots:

What's Eating You, Mr. Levinson?: You decide to test your man's patience with a prank you saw on TikTok. CLICK HERE to read Andrew Barber's reaction to the same prompt. [Request]

Cross-Country Christmas: When Ari is left stranded at the airport on Christmas Eve, you find yourself in need of a little holiday miracle... **

New! The Anatomy of An Orgasm: You make the mistake of faking an orgasm while in bed with Ari... ** [Request]

New! Convincing Ari to Dance with You: [Request]

Bad Days: Ari helps you get through a particularly bad day... **

Michèle: Ari doesn't approve of your latest trip to the spa. ** [Request]

Jiggly: You find yourself feeling a little self-conscious after it becomes clear you've gained a little weight. **

Easy, Baby: Ari just wants to do his part to help you relax. **

Promises, Promises: Ari exacts a promise from you as a reward for his patience. **

[mae-gi-writes]

There’s something about rival athlete Wonbin! That scares you and attracts you at the same time. It’s the way is competitive streak always comes to life no matter what topic you’re engaged in.

He’s on the same track team as you are, yet always boasts about his amazing top speed in comparison to yours. He loves tormenting you with his excellent theory results, enjoys basking in the undivided attention of your classmates and professors.

Rival athlete! Wonbin, who takes the long route to class just to rile you up during your shift in the local campus coffee shop, who enjoys describing the most complicated order to make your life hell, and laughs when you mess it up with another order.

Rival athlete! Wonbin, who loves sending you airplane notes during class to tell you “looking like a dish rag today Y/N. Didn’t sleep properly?” Or “stop goggling at the newbie in front” and “you wish you saw me in your dreams ;)”, so much so that it makes you want to scream.

Rival athlete! Wonbin, who once noticed the redness under your eyes and cornered you at the end of class, only to tell you that you looked like shit. Who panics the moment your eyes fill with tears and is quick to turn soft as you cry, leaning into his shoulder unconsciously and letting you wipe your tears along his jacket.

“Don’t you dare make fun of me after that.” You threaten him, to which he rolls his eyes and knocks you on the head.

“Do I look like that kind of asshole?”

“Yeah.”

Rival athlete! Wonbin, who keeps a close eye on you from that moment onwards. Who leaves an extra bottle of milk coffee in your track room locker, who watches you from the corner of his eye during training, who orders you to walk home with him because you’re “going to be a nuisance if you hold back the team with poor performance”.

“My time has been amazing, what are you talking about?” You scoff, “if anything, you’re the one coach isn’t impressed with.”

“Yeah, coz I have to do some major babysitting aside from training.”

“What?”

He looks at you, “you mean, you haven���t noticed how extra nice I’ve been to you?”

“Not really. You’re still an asshole.”

Rival athlete! Wonbin, whose friends start teasing him because he’s developing feelings but who straight out states that he likes you, right in front of your face, causing you to blush and run for your life. You skip practice that day, not sure how to juggle all those feelings at once.

Rival athlete! Wonbin, who decides to give you some space only to find himself partnered up with you during plyometrics training and decides to ask you outright why you’re avoiding him.

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“So why don’t you talk to me anymore?”

“Because!”

“Because what?”

“I don’t know how to talk… to you. After—after that.”

Rival athlete! Wonbin, who then grasps your chin and tugs your face up to his, as he says, “why?” He whispers lowly, voice dropping an octave, “do you like me, too?”

He gets his answer when you nod and sucks in a breath, not too sure how to respond. His brain freezes and goes into mini panic mode, but is quick to react when you start to squirm in his grasp.

He tugs you out of the main hall and into the corridor, quick to cage your hands and pin you against the wall as he gazes down at your face, tracing your features down to your lips.

“Wonbin,” your small intake of breath does not go unnoticed, and Wonbin leans in even closer so that your noses brush.

You let out a strangled noise, swallow hard and decide to drop your gaze to his practice jersey.

“Look at me,” he orders, nudging your nose with his.

You bite your lip and do as told, letting out a shaky breath as he closes the distance between you.

Rival athlete! Wonbin, who decides that there’s nothing sweeter he’d rather have after practice than make out with you when nobody’s looking. Who grabs your hand on the way home to stuff it in his jacket while saying that “I’m cold and your hand’s hot”. Who blushes to his ears whenever he spots you smiling at him from the corner of your eye, and who secretly would do everything and anything for you because he knows you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.