#sorry for being ill it'll happen again

[moltage]

Mick Rawson / Jonathan "Prophet" Simms

[Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior]

[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

Some euphrasias i drew in college

[thebibliosphere]

Sorry if this is an obvious question but with the impending doom stuff- how different is that to. Hm how to phrase this. I have a sort of long term foreshortened future thing going on with my illness where I'm Always certain I'm going to die soon, and sometimes I get periods of Oh it's Getting Closer. I don't really feel afraid, but I tend to seek medical help anyway just in case- and in most cases something is wrong. Usually I have a virus.

But I don't really know how to categorise that feeling seperately from depression? And people talking about calm acceptance in Sense of Impending Doom resonates with me. But I'm always worried about mentioning this certainty to doctors because they tend to already think I'm making shit up/overdramatic.

Sorry for rambling. Point is- do you know much about a longer term "sense of Impending doom" ?

Possibly. Hm, let me see if I can put this in words.

So, my near-death experience in 2019 was a slow, drawn-out process largely facilitated by medical neglect. I knew something was Wrong in my body, and no one was listening to me. I knew it was going to kill me soon, but again, no one was listening, so I just kind of... quietly got my shit together. It felt gradual but inevitable. Creeping. With hindsight, that was my organs slowly winding down. Horrible feeling.

But that was very different from what I will now categorize as Immediate Impending Doom, which sort of hits like a tidal wave. It's weird to say it's an urgent-calm feeling, but that's what it is.

It's a very now feeling. Like, death within the next twenty minutes to an hour. It's the difference between "This will happen soon, get your affairs in order," and "This is a medical emergency; pay attention. Now."

Which I also have to differentiate from the "something is wrong" feeling I get as a chronically ill person when something new pops up.

I sometimes get what I think of as "warning flashes." My immune system is overreactive thanks to my mast cells being little malfunctioning bastards, so when I get sick with something else, it kicks off my fight or flight due to adrenaline and a bunch of other hormones being thrown into the mix like a Molotov cocktail.

I've had to learn to distinguish that from anxiety/depression because of the nature of my illness (can it be remedied with my meds, does doing grounding exercises help, what are my vitals etc), and I imagine it's the same for other chronically ill people, even if they don't have my specific immune problems.

A virus or something else will absolutely stress out an already stressed nervous system, and it can send you into a feeling of fight or flight, which can feel a bit doom-y.

But the Impending Doom they talk about with heart attacks, strokes, anaphylaxis etc, etc, is a very immediate and all-consuming feeling. The "soon" you seem to be describing seems to be "it'll happen sooner than later" but the Immediate Impending Doom is "right the fuck now." Is that right? Did I pick up on that, or am I way off?

Gah. I'm still probably doing a very bad job of explaining this.

[literatureloverx]

HIII>< Good day to you my dearest🤗🤗 Have you eaten? Drink? If not then please do! I know I said It might not be able to interact with you but like the weather is so bad in my country(there's like three storm rn), also some volcanic activities and some freaking illness going around rn😭😭 Whatever spiritual power there is hates my country cause what is this😭😭. Anywayyyy, I lost track again°>° well uh I just got suddenly curious on how, when, where fyodor and his darling got married. Like what was the process of it, the preparation, the people invited and such. I'm imagining it as somewhat very private event and very intimate (It's fyodor obv) Probably not a lot of people invited. It'll obviously be in a cathedral of sort with a priest and such. Ohh now I wonder how it'll work considering different cultures and religions (of darling). Like in my culture you can invite the whole village! Your distance cousin's friend might even be there😆 I'm kinda exaggerating but it does happen. Also the wedding clothes of darling and Fyodor! Ahhh I'm imagining Fyodor rn🥰🥰🥰

Also I'm really really sorry🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ for overwhelming you with my ask! Well that's the end of it! Ig??? I'm going to do my projects now... Thank you for listening to my yapping and being so kind! 🫵❤️❤️❤️Truly you are amazing. I hope you have/gotten a good day🙏

Sincerely —🧛🏻‍♀️🫀Anon

Good day, my love, 🧛🏻‍♀️🫀-anon! ♥️ I’m doing well and hope the same for you. Please take care—it sounds truly concerning. 🥺

Regarding your request, I must admit I never thought about it either, lmao. By the way, you can invite the whole village in my culture too—though I wouldn’t do that! 😭 Close family and friends are all I need. ♥️ I wrote some headcanons, I hope you enjoy reading them!♥️

Also, I’ve come up with pictures for my 🍷💝-anon who needs visualizations.

Fyodor x ideal type fem!darling, marriage, wedding, visualisation, religious themes etc.

Fyodor & his darling’s wedding

The process would be very thorough, with high security measures and many people involved in the preparations.

As Fyodor’s little princess and soon-to-be bride, you won’t experience any discomfort because of it.

There will be plenty of people handling the arrangements for you.

All you need to do is relax, choose your wedding gown, select your jewelry from the exquisite vintage pieces Fyodor orders from around the world, and provide your preferences for the cake flavors and the flowers.

You’ll only need to engage in the preparations that interest you—your fiancé ensures that you’re always comfortable with everything that’s happening.

I don’t see either of you inviting many people due to security measures, and honestly, Fyodor has no one to invite.

So, it will likely be just the two of you, your close family (such as your parents and siblings), and the priest along with the staff who will be serving you.

Since you’re marrying Fyodor, it will naturally be very intimate and private. We can’t expect much glamour or razzamatazz.

The vows would be exchanged in the cathedral, and later you’d move to a medieval-themed setting for the wedding celebration.

There, you’d enjoy a meal and your wedding cake. Perhaps you might even dance to your favorite waltz—who knows?

Considering different cultures and his ideal type, your darling, being introverted and easygoing, would likely embrace Fyodor’s vision of their wedding.

This means there might be no village invitations, which could seem a bit sad, but it’s all part of Fyodor’s unique way of doing things.

~

Those are elegantly feminine. Fyodor would certainly admire the lace, as it’s traditionally seen as a symbol of femininity—something he would appreciate for its delicate beauty and timeless charm.

Those gowns are fine, but they show the maximum amount of flesh permissible for a cathedral setting, especially when marrying a traditional, possessive man like Fyodor.

You’d definitely need a veil if you choose to wear such a wedding gown.

Fyodor could wear just about anything, but here are some classic groom outfits. I can definitely see him opting for the white one, as most of his clothing is white and he associates himself with the color.

However, the darker outfit could also suit him, especially considering the official picture of him in a fancy dark-colored tuxedo.

Cathedral of Christ the Saviour in Moscow

[genderqueerdykes]

re: gallbladder stuff i'm sorry you're dealing with all that, I know you already know it's all BS, but i just wanted to share my experience with gallbladder surgery that really emphasizes how BS it is: -my surgeon didn't ask me to lose weight in order to operate even though i was also over 300lbs at the time -they treated it as an urgent surgery even though i had to get it done during COVID lockdowns -the doctor told me that it was almost certainly genetics that caused me to have gallstones, there was nothing i could have done to cause it -the doctor told me i should stick to a plain diet leading up to the surgery to reduce the chances of passing another gallstone, but told me that once you pass one stone it's not a matter of if but when you'll pass another. the only way to stop it completely is to remove the organ your doctors are treating you terribly for actually no reason and i'm sorry they're doing that to you. i wish there was a way to hold healthcare workers accountable for these things.

thank you SO much for this ask, holy shit

i'm so glad they didn't ask you to lose weight and treated it like an emergency, which it was. i'm really glad they actually treated you. nobody should have to put up with having a diseased organ stay in their body because of someone else's prejudice. i've been considering asking fatphobic doctors why they are even in the medical field to begin with if they can't wrap their heads around the fact that fat people need medical help as well, whether it's related to their fatness or not doesn't matter. many fat people WILL need some form of medical attention in their lives. why would anyone who actually cares about helping others go into medicine if they knew they couldn't handle a little bit of cellulose

also thank you for confirming that there's a genetic factor and that if it happens once, it'll happen again. that's what i was showing in my research. i mean it makes sense, it's not going to do that just once, and i have multiple stones in my gallbladder. i don't understand why multiple stones isn't cause for concern. my mother had to have her gallbladder removed as well. and i've also shown in my research that there's very little to nothing a person can do to cause themselves to develop gallstones, unlike kidney stones which can be caused by severe and repeated dehydration

thank you so much, i've felt absolutely horrible in the wake of this. it made me feel as though my pain was somehow my fault, as if it wasn't worth looking into. i don't think anyone should have to feel like that, especially when they have a diseased organ that needs removed. it was like she didn't even see it as a matter of disease and illness, but rather something completely caused by me. i could tell she thought it was my fault due to eating a "high fat diet" and not because there's a genetic factor.

the "high fat diet" affects my liver way more than my gallbladder, and even then: i do not routinely eat a high fat diet. my liver is the one who got upset when i ate a lot of high fat and processed foods while i was homeless. my gallbladder is not the one who's having a hard time with anything that i choose to do of my own volition. the organ itself is literally diseased and no amount of kale smoothies and celery could ever fix that

thank you, i really appreciate you. i'm glad you were able to get treated without pushback. i think what i'm going to do is call that office and ask to consult with one of their other surgeons to see if they all believe that, or if it's just the one surgeon i spoke to. i also want to report her for medical malpracitce because she's choosing to let me continue to get violently ill because of her own personal issues. she's allowing me to remain sick and potentially be subject to even worse things like you mentioned

again, i really appreciate the amount of support i've gotten over this. i didn't realize that i was being treated this poorly. i really appreciate you, i'm going to do whatever i can to advocate for myself so i can get this removed ASAP. i want to be able to eat regular meals again without pain or vomiting. i want to be able to sit and stand upright without severe stabbing pain in my abdomen. i want to live my life again. i appreciate you, take care of yourself, thank you for your kindness and reassurance

[eternalmink]

Don't believe chellyscatbox/iychodon/zinzo's "apology"

In the first sentence, chelly says it will explain how it will make up for its actions, yet it never does nor does it ever even say it will never do these things again(besides keeping tabs, which that's the bare minimum. It never says it won't continue sexual harassment) This may sound like nitpicking, but it's because these things are all stuff that chelly has done multiple times. Some things it still does even after supposedly "apologizing". One example being sexualizing people it's mad at (calling them names or slurs or talking about their privates) or invading their privacy and boundaries("accidentally" stumbling upon people's nsfw accounts).

Not to mention it tries to downplay its actions in the document as well. "no physical action happened during this encounter, therefore it classifies as cyber sexual harassment, not sexual assault as that is something physical."

"but he isn't exactly innocent either as he has fakeclaimed us and has used one of our alters to the point he became semi-verbal along with other allegations which we will not discuss in this doc." This is supposed to be an apology and an explanation, yet chelly itself admits it doesn't go over everything.

"all of me either being really mentally unstable or having psychotic/manic episodes and taking them out on people. because you see, i can't think rationally when i have episodes like these, and i can't track them either. but even then i fully take accountability for my actions. " just because it says it'll take accountability (it doesn't even say how) doesn't make this "apology" any less awful. It just sounds like it's using disorders and mental illness as an excuse yet again.

Also, the stuff here is only a few months old. There are also things that chelly simply just did not go over, either.

Once again, chelly sexualizing people it dislikes, and the person in question is triggered by things like this too. When chelly deleted it, it apologized to its followers for having to see this. Not the person being spoken of.

Notice how chelly gets defensive for being called out instead of apologizing as well. If it's really sorry, why react like this to being caught?

If it has really changed as a person, why does everyone continue to get the hell away from it?

If it has really changed, why does it keep doing these things? Why does it keep needing chance, after chance, after chance?

i doubt I need to explain this but: chelly confesses to someone it doesn't even know whether or not has a partner, proceeds to lash out them.

This was a private thing, yes, but it still wasn't addressed anywhere as if it never happened and makes it seem like chelly only apologizes for things it actually gets in trouble for.

Chellys words underlined above contradict stuff in the doc

To this day it is still in denial that it can't use the n word. Its own brother said it couldn't use it during call.

There's still more that will never even be put here because its victims have left the internet, and the ones that haven't— as said in the doc— don't want to be bothered anymore. And most of that is because Chelly will never be able to provide the proper closure they all deserve, and they know it.

Chelly says it wants to move on and do better, but it's said that before and now look where it is. It's had so many chances. All the way since 2021. Three years. It's had three years, yet it expects us to believe it has changed within the past few months.

Not only is this so called apology garbage, it lacks sincerity.

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Coffee for your head | Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: Eddie is in his death bed... He has so much to say...

Cw: Major angst warning!! Major character death, sad topics, illness, death bed, agonizing, little smut

Writer's note: This is based off Death Bed by Powfu. I was listening to it when coming home from work, and I wanted to write it as Eddie and you

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

"I'm sorry, you don't have long enough... Maybe, 4 months"

That was the moment their lives changed

Only at age 25 Eddie Munson has been diagnosed with lung cancer, terminal, there was nothing the doctors could do to safe him

"Eddie... No..." You had whispered grabbing his hand

A lonely tear had left his eye without him noticing, he just let out an anguished breath

Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep, I don't wanna pass away

I been thinking of our future, 'cause I'll never see those days

I don't know why this has happened, but I probably deserve it

I tried to do my best, but you know that I'm not perfect

"I would recommend enjoying the last moments you have together, do the things you love, eat what you like, just, make good memories in the mean time"

The couple had gone home in silence, quiet sobs being heard from her as she held his hand during the ride home

They had moved together 3 years ago, making a small apartment their safe home, but now it had became all moody and sad

It was no lie that Eddie smoked a lot, since he was a teen, but his cancer had been too aggressive and it was taking him out really fast

"What am I gonna do without you Eddie?" You said sobbing into his chest as he held you close to him

"Live..." You cried even harder

"I can't live without you Eddie, you're my whole life"

I been praying for forgiveness, you've been praying for my health

When I leave this Earth, hoping you'll find someone else

'Cause, yeah, we still young, there's so much we haven't done

Getting married, start a family, watch your husband with his son

That night he tried to calm you down my making love to you, slow and tender, with lots of love in each move he made, his kisses filled with sorrow and pain, he knew he didn't have long to do this so he had to enjoy the moments he had you

During the days his health went downhill, he couldn't move a lot, his breathing would be different during the night, you prayed every night to whoever was out there to save him but they never seemed to answer back

Soon he had to use oxygen to breath properly, moving out of the bed was too much work as time went on

"It's almost time for me to go baby..." He had said to you one day

You had cried onto his chest, begging him not to leave you

I wish it could be me, but I won't make it out this bed

I hope I go to Heaven, so I see you once again

My life was kinda short, but I got so many blessings

Happy you were mine, it sucks that it's all ending

"I love you so much Y/n..."

"I love you too Eddie"

"You'll find someone else baby, someone who will love you so much" you shook your head

"I only want you, you're my only love"

He caressed your cheek

I'm happy that you here with me, I'm sorry if I tear up

When me and you were younger, you would always make me cheer up

Taking goofy videos and walking through the park

You would jump into my arms every time you heard a bark

"Remember that day at the fair? When you got lost and I found you near the fountain?" You nodded "I'll find you again in another life baby"

Cuddle in your sheets, sing me sound asleep

And sneak out through your kitchen at exactly 1:03

Sundays, went to church, on Mondays, watched a movie

Soon you'll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me

"You can go Eddie... Rest my love" you had finally accepted what was to come

"I love you..."

"I love you too..."

With one final smile he closed his eyes and finally left this world...

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

[applepie-enthusiast]

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood ft. KNY characters

If you know FMAB growing up, I salute you. If you are going to watch it now, I also salute you. Anyway, let's proceed. In response to this poll

In their sincerest hopes to see their dearly beloved deceased mother again, Tanjirou and Nezuko aimed to do what was considered as "Taboo" in Alchemy, that is "Human Transmutation."

Being kids, they believed they could resurrect Kie, who had fallen ill and died because of an outbreak. (Imagine all their siblings too but chose to revive Kie first)

However, they experienced "rebound" and because of that, Nezuko's entire body was taken, while Tanjirou lost his left leg, and cried out in extreme pain and anguish. But, determined to get even Nezuko's soul back, he sacrificed his right arm so he could attach her soul to an armour.

I somehow want Kanao to be their childhood friend aka Winry.

Shinobu as Pinako is funny, but just imagine if Shinobu took the responsibility to take care of Kanao after their older sister Kanae, who was a doctor, was sent to battle and died there.

Tanjirou lowkey being so guilty about what happened to Nezuko that he was so afraid to ask her if she is mad at him. [THAT EPISODE BROKE ME. Just Kanao smashing Nezuko's armored head with a wrench and telling her to run after Tanjirou is peak drama and comedy]

I'm conflicted if I should continued as intended that Tanjurou is their dad in this au as well. Because I just can't see him having the same face as the main antagonist aka "Father". But it's also a big fucking no for "Father" to be Muzan. Yoriichi as Father is TERRIFYING tho.

Obanai as Roy Mustang please it's so funny. But he did give Tanjirou a drive and a motivation to get their bodies back.

Mitsuri as Riza Hawkeye. She hides all her trauma with her personality but Mitsuri being a sniper in the Battle of Ishbal would just be peak 👌 angst.

Rengoku Kyojurou as Maes Hughes. He often comically and enthusiastically tells Obanai to find a wife and marry already (aka marry Mitsuri) and Kyojurou is proud of his little brother Senjurou. He tells everyone about him, and dots on him. He's very kind and warm towards anyone and everyone he meets.

Everything was okay until he found out too quickly, about what was happening in the country. He was too smart for his own good. He was attacked first by Lust aka Daki, but escaped.

DOUMA as Envy would make so much sense. His playful personality when he impersonates a colleague of Rengoku, but Rengoku quickly realizes it isn't them. Rengoku was hastily trying to contact Obanai to tell him of what he found out, but unfortunately this creature finds him. Rengoku whispered that he has to go home and he can't die here, and was about to attack the creature, but Douma had transformed to mimic his mother, Ruka, who Douma had seen from the lone pic that fell from Rengoku's wallet in his haste to contact Obanai. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. THE THREE GUNSHOTS.

Obanai sighing when he received a phone call, but quickly felt something was off because Rengoku rarely pauses and stay silent that long. "Kyojuro?" He asks.

Rengoku's bloody hand reaching out to the phone because he heard his best friend, but Douma had already placed it back to cut the call.

"Humans are so stupid, falling for such a trick." He mocks and insults him, laughing as he left.

Rengoku, bleeding out, whispering, "Sorry, Senjurou, I can't go home tonight as promised.

JUST TINY SENJUROU (younger than canon), CLUTCHING ON THEIR DAD'S PANTS, innocently asking, "Why are they burying big brother...? How can he go to work if they bury him?" Everyone was devastated

Obanai silent throughout.

After the funeral, JUST OBANAI SAYING, "Ah, It's about to rain".

Mitsuri looking up at the sky. "Eh? It's not raining..." Then she quickly realizes what Obanai meant when he started crying.

"No, it's raining, alright." Obanai adds, and Mitsuri bows her head, and in a sad voice, seconds him.

"Ah.. yes, it's raining... Let's go inside, it'll be cold here soon..."

WHO WILL BE NINA???? AND ALEXANDER???

Daki as LUST as mentioned above. Gyutaro as GLUTTONY. It just goes along well with how those two are close with Douma aka ENVY.

AKAZA as WRATH. he's a king of a nation that already has everything decided for it. Except his bride, Koyuki, who he chose himself.

AKAZA AS KING BRADLEY (and how his hand shookt in anger during rengoku's funeral) he has this twisted view that the weak will inevitably die in the hands of the strong.

KOKUSHIBOU AS PRIDE. Him parading as a tiny child (of course he poses as a human, the son of the king. But he is INDEED DEADLIER, STRONGER than Wrath.) is just so funny. Except he won't be as energetic as Selim Bradley, probably just always curious and "idolizes" the Fullmetal Alchemist aka Tanjirou. THE FIRST SIN THAT FATHER LETS GO OF.

MUICHIROU AS LING YAO. He visits this foreign country looking for a philosopher's stone. He is the representative of their clan because his older brother can't fight like him (added this info). In order to save his clan, he wants to gain information about immortality. He came to the country with his two vassals, Zenitsu (LAN FAN but they're just buddies) and Jigoro (OLD MAN FU), who came from a family that had been serving his for centuries. They're very loyal to him. Muichirou often stresses them out though. HAHAHAHA

Just imagine Mui and co. mooching off food from Tanjirou and Nezuko HAHAHAHAHA

"i cAn'T uNdErsTanD tHiS CouNtRy'S lAnGuagE" whenever he placed the siblings or himself in trouble HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

Mui collapsing on the side of the road and forgetting his entry pass and being sent to jail is PEAK COMEDY

HIM HAVING CONVERSATIONS ABOUT WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A KING WITH AKAZA THOUGH. While holding an injured zenitsu over his shoulders. OH MY GOD.

Zenitsu sacrificing his hand for them to escape is just wow. If Jigoro is Old Man Fu, he would die. Ouch. (I initially thought of genya as lan fan and sanemi as old man fu but I had plans for sanemi)

So that means Muichirou will be GREED.

INOSUKE WILL BE MEI LING.

Giyuu will be Izumi, Tanjirou and Nezuko's sensei. As seen with his Kimetsu Academy counterpart, his training would be HELL. I'd like to say he is married to Sabito (HE'S ALIVE, SABITO WILL BE SIG). They were living well before Giyuu's sister inexplicably died, and he tried to revive her with alchemy. He had seen the Truth as well.

Sloth will just be GYOMEI TO GIVE A THRILL WITH THE FIGHT. But instead of the sloth in fmab, imagine if Gyomei isn't really evil, but was forced to do what he has to, or else the children he was caring for would die (or something)

Tengen???????? (OR ANY OF HIS WIVES AS Olivier Mira Armstrong???? I JUST THINK TENGEN'S INITIAL PERSONALITY TOWARDS TANJIROU AND CO WOULD BE LMAO)

UROKODAKI AS MARCO.

I CAN'T THINK WHO WILL BE SCAR. SANEMI CAME TO MIND I'M SO SORRY.

When Mui and Tanjirou got sucked in Gluttony's stomach and lmao at tanjirou finding Nezuko's armor hand and going, "TIME FOR MY TELEPATHIC POWERS TO AWAKEN, KAMADO TELEPATHY OHHHHH NEZUKO HEAR ME!!!" and Muichirou deadpan going, "have fun with that"

They would eat BOOT SOUP

Fast forward to all the dramas

Obanai going lowkey insane with finding out who killed Rengoku. He finds Douma and Douma congratulates him on finally finding Rengoku's killer.

Obanai scoffing, "I doubt Kyojurou was killed by someone dumb like you."

Douma going all laughter, saying, "Stupid? What's stupid is people who would fall for this!!!" Then he transforms into Ruka or Senjurou.

Oh the way Obanai's look changed and Mitsuri instantly knew hell would start.

Mitsuri pointing a gun to Obanai's head on the onslaught of happenings and Obanai raising his hand, "What's this about, Lieutenant?"

Mitsuri smiling knowingly, "You tell me. The colonel calls me ~Mitsuri~ when we're alone."

Obanai widens his eyes and instantly reveals himself as Envy and says, "You had a thing going on?!"

Mitsuri smiling, shooting him, "I lied. Thanks for falling for it."

She tried to kill him but is soon overpowered.

Douma laughs, exclaiming, "I will rip you to shreds and show you to your precious colonel!"

But then Obanai arrives.

Obanai going, "what are you planning on doing with my irreplaceable subordinate?" to douma is peak 👌👌👌 when the latter started targeting mitsuri (their other counterpart where douma is a con artist but disappeared after meeting mitsuri and/or obanai is so funny)

Anyway just their heartfelt moment of "If you die, I'll follow"

FAST FORWARD MORE

Obanai going, "I'm surprised you can see in this darkness, fullmetal" because his one eye is already canonically almost blind BUT HIM GOING FORCEFULLY COMPLETELY BLIND HURTS ME.

I'm so obsessed with them. But that's all for now.

[buwheal]

Important thing!!!!!!!!!!1

Sorry i went dead silent, will happen again. I have some stuff going on and im not sure how consistent ill be able to be,, for just being online in general. I dont know for how long either. I /did/ have something planned this week for his birthday, and i took a week to plan it out, so of COURSE it had to happen this week. and I KNEW it was going to happen too and i didnt do anything about it so thats my bad also. Im HOPING i will be able to do what i planned for his birthday.. but theres also a chance i wont be able to. Which WILL eat away at me if that happens and I WILL be forever upset about missing his birthday,, but if it happens to play out that way ill do it anyways it just might be after his birthday. even though i planned everything around that date. which would suck. Im attempting to see if ill be able to though ^_^

ALSO, speaking of YGM stuff,, I wont be online after i post these lol im only on for an hour right now i think. For his birthday, or until now since im setting it now while i have the time, there will be no media attatchments to asks. Sorry!!! Images require a lot more thought into his reaction because certain things can throw it off completely. That and its hard to create responses to art that arent him being a total jerk,, that'd maybe be too far lol, esp when its art people put effort into. Also im looking for/expecting some asks with specific questions or statements for what i have planned for his birthday, so you can send multiple birthday related (or non birthday related) asks so /i/ have more to choose from and /you/ have a higher chance of being chosen. like,, ask him what he wants for his birthday or smth idfk LOLL im trying to get some variety.

Anyywaays thats about it. Sorry. Again. Not sure how long it'll be like this. I dont have a specific time period. Im /guessing/ maybe a month? Im hoping at least but it might have to take longer too. :-((

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Shun the Light - Ch 20 - It'll Grow Back

Masterlist

Author's Notes: I can't believe I'm 20 chapters into this thing?! How did this happen!? ilu all for indulging whatever this is <3

More Matteo POV for now but Dante will get a chance soon

Content Warnings: vampire whump, beaten, bruises, broken ribs, mouth/tooth whump (very brief), blood, werewolf whump, illness, stomach pain, exhaustion, hunger, thirst, angst, emotional whump, mutual caretaking

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"Are you real?"

Dante tugs at Matteo's sleeve like he's checking to be sure. Matteo sits cross legged beside him.

"Oh, man, how hard did they hit you? Yeah, I'm real."

He touches Dante's hand, intending to hold it, but Dante pulls it away with a hitched breath and holds his face.

"Ow..."

Matteo watches in horror as Dante takes one of his fangs between his fingers, wiggles it a few times, and then pulls it free. He turns his head and spits blood into the grass.

"What the fuck?" Matteo whispers.

"It'll grow back," Dante mumbles. He tucks the tooth into his pocket and leans his head back against the wall of the building.

"What were you doing here, anyway?"

Dante shrugs. "Just...decided to take a walk. What about you? I thought you left town."

"Oh, um. No, not yet. I've just been hanging around I guess."

"Oh."

Dante won't look at him. Most of his injuries are hidden by his clothes, but if the bruising on his face and arms is any indication the rest of it must be pretty bad too. When he tries to sit up more he winces and curls an arm around his ribs. Matteo reaches out to help, but thinks better of it and pulls his hands inside his hoodie sleeves.

"Will you be able to get home?"

"Why do you care?"

The bitterness in Dante's voice catches Matteo off guard. Already fragile after everything he has endured, it hurts like someone pressing on a bruise. Hot tears begin to spill down his cheeks. Matteo hangs his head and tries to keep himself together.

"I care," he insists quietly. He knows Dante has no reason to believe it; he's the one who left, unprompted. "I just do."

Dante is silent. Then his hand comes to rest on Matteo's arm, firm but gentle. Matteo peers up through his wet lashes. Dante is finally looking at him.

"I'm sorry," Dante says, his voice and expression considerably softer.

Matteo creeps one hand out from inside its sleeve and hesitantly touches Dante's. When he doesn't pull away, Matteo loosely laces their fingers together.

"I'm glad I got to see you again," Dante says after a moment.

Matteo wipes his face on his sleeve and takes a deep breath. "Me too. I was actually, um. On my way to your place."

Dante's eyes widen as much as they can with one partially swollen shut.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I wanted to ask you - "

Just then the front door to the bar opens and a noisy group walks out, laughing and rowdy as they make their way to the car. Both Dante and Matteo turn from their headlights and wait for them to pull away.

"It's not safe here," Matteo decides. He stands without letting to of Dante's hand, giving it a gentle tug. "Let me help you get home."

"...okay," Dante cautiously agrees.

Matteo helps him to his feet. Dante groans and holds his ribs again, almost collapsing, but Matteo keeps him upright.

"There we go...I got you..."

He puts his arm around Dante's waist and pulls Dante's arm over his shoulders. Minutes ago Matteo could barely support his own weight and was about to give in and find somewhere to rest for the night. Now he finds the strength somewhere within himself to stand up straight, carry his backpack and support Dante - which is easier than he expected, likely because Dante looks like he hasn't been eating much either.

The walk itself is far from easy. Matteo is weak and malnourished. If he moves too quickly he gets dizzy, and still gets shooting pain in his stomach out of nowhere.

But he refuses to complain. He blames his labored breathing on being tired, his tense muscles on the recent transformation. When he stumbles he blames a root or a rock.

Dante is struggling too. He might try to suppress the sounds of pain, but Matteo can feel him tremble and wince. He wants to say something encouraging, or make a joke to lighten the mood, but needs all his energy to stay focused on taking one step at a time.

Soon the woods around them become familiar. Matteo even catches a glimpse of a faded and frayed strand of yarn around a tree trunk.

"We're getting close," he pants. "Just...hang on..."

His vision spins. Before he can fall, Matteo grasps a branch and closes his eyes, swaying on his feet. He grasps Dante's shirt tightly and just manages to remain standing.

Dante presses close to his side, now supporting him.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine." Matteo takes a series of deep, tremulous breaths. "Just tired. Had a rough moon."

Dante hesitates. "You...could have come back for it. If you needed somewhere to be. Someone to - " he trails off, and Matteo's mind fills in the blanks with longing. Someone to take care of you.

"I couldn't do that to you," Matteo says quietly. He leans his forehead against the branch he's holding onto. "I don't want to be a burden."

Dante doesn't respond right away. Matteo kicks himself for saying anything. This isn't the time for his self pity, they both feel like shit and Dante needs to be home before sunrise...

"Matteo...you were never a burden."

The words don't sink in right away. He has to let them echo in his head until they settle and take root. Only then can he lift his head and look at Dante, whose tired face is so sincere, his gaze unwavering.

How could he even begin to explain what it means to hear that? Words fail him. His throat is dry and tears brim in his eyes but his face breaks into a smile.

Dante responds by tightening his arm around Matteo's shoulders.

"Come on," he encourages. "We're almost there."

Matteo straightens and takes a determined breath. He once again bears as much of Dante's weight as he can and continues walking, eyes fixed ahead. The sky has gone from all deep blue to a hazy gray glow on the horizon and he is determined to not let a drop of sunlight touch Dante.

What awaits Matteo at the house, whether he'll be able to stay or not, whether they can salvage what they had started to build or will have to start from scratch, he doesn't know. He's nervous but cautiously hopeful.

And maybe it's okay to hope. Just a little.

[moltage]

CMSB NATION WAKE UPPPP

[yanderes-galore]

Could I request prompts 12 and 23 for norman bates from the slasher movie pyscho (1960s version)? Pairing is romantic

Was finally able to see Psycho on Netflix! I do indeed have a story idea I can do for this. My prompts were used for this.

Did not do character research for this, wrote it right after seeing the movie so I hope his character is correct :) I also wrote this late at night so there's that too, lol 😅 By the time I post this it'll be the next morning where I can look at this with a better mindset and edit it.

Yandere! Norman Bates Prompts 12 + 23

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Obsession at first sight, Clingy behavior, Murder, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship, Darling is naive as serial killers weren't too common in the 1960s, Vomit, Violence, Norman actually has no chill.

Norman had seen many people come to the motel before. Whenever he did grow attached to them, Mother scolded him. Mother never let the guests stay too long anyways.

Despite the desolate feeling of the motel and house, Norman never really felt alone. He's happy, mother's happy, things were great with just the two of them. There didn't need to be anyone else.

Then Norman met you, a tired traveler needing to rest. Norman had noticed you had a friend with you. The man thought nothing of you both, you'd probably end up like all the rest.

Then Norman started talking with you. By just standing in the office of the motel you managed to make him stutter, a shyness enveloping him and intoxicating his mind. You are so easy to talk to. You even seem to shy away from him as he did you.

Norman likes talking with you. He feels like he could talk for hours, actually. Norman sometimes felt this way towards guests... although with you it seems like a stronger feeling. Maybe mother would like this one....

Norman makes a promise to himself to be the best gentleman towards you. To you, he's a kind and sweet man who runs a motel and takes care of his sick mother. The person he didn't like was your friend....

Norman feels ill at the connection you two share. Perhaps he's envious, glowering at your friend and thinking about how close you two are. Norman just met you... you didn't know anything about him... and he already wanted everything to do with you.

"I can get you both some food! Then I'll show you to your rooms." Norman chirps, suddenly in a good mood.

"What rooms are available?" You ask, Norman being very attentive to your voice.

"There's twelve rooms, all vacant. You can have room one while your friend has room four!"

"Uh... we can share-" Your friend pipes up. Norman frowns at their voice, mood souring as soon as they spoke.

"Sorry, I can't do that. There's only one bed in a room and sharing a bed simply won't do! Can't have anything... unsavory, right?"

You and your friend grimace at the implication.

"Yeah, guess not...." You murmur. Norman smiles again, ushering you both outside.

"P-Please, take your room keys and wait for me! I'll deliver some food for the both of you."

You and your friend agree before taking the room keys and heading to your rooms. Norman couldn't stop smiling at the thought of you... he wanted to watch you through the hole in the wall but he had other matters to attend to at the moment.

Not only did he need to feed you... but mother has to know about you, too.

---

Norman consulted his mother about the two new guests he had met later in the night. The thought of you had made him excited! Although... he hates that you came with someone else.

His mother shared a similar sentiment. You seem very kind and just may treat her son right. Yet there was that issue with your little friend.

Norman pleaded with his mother to keep you. He wanted you over for dinner but it was too early for that to happen according to her. Norman was overjoyed when he watched you eat the food he brought back from the house, you said it was great!

Mother likes how you make her son happy. He's always gotten attached easily, though he may have picked right this time. She promises her dear son that she'll help him out a little....

Once she helps with that friend problem, the rest is on him, however.

After all the trouble she has to go through to make Norman happy, she hopes you're worth it.

---

You woke up late at night to the sound of shuffling outside your door. You yawn and try to open your eyes enough to see before wiping the crust from them. You thought it was some sort of animal or that Norman guy doing routine clean up....

Then you heard screaming.

Familiar screaming.

You shoot up with concern on your face, staring at the wooden door with uncertainty. Surely it wasn't anything bad, right...? The idea of being alone and without help frightened you.

The nearest payphone was a long walk.... The sheriff would take forever to come at the hour, too. Maybe you can ask Norman for help?

The screaming had stopped as quickly as it started. It was either silenced or the pain wasn't that bad. Maybe your friend just... hurt themselves?

The idea of a serial killer wasn't a very common idea around this time... which made you a bit naive.

Cautiously you exit your room, intending to find Norman. Looking down to room four you see the room open. Surely Norman was already looking into it....

Trying to calm your racing heart, you try to reassure yourself it's nothing big. There's nothing wrong... maybe your friend saw a roach or something? You walk towards the room. Must be... it couldn't be anything that ba-

You stop in your tracks. No, Norman wasn't in the room already.... Your friend was there, however...

Just with stab wounds in their chest and stomach, their blood pooling onto the floor.

You pause, the shock still clouding your cognitive ability at the moment. You slowly trace your gaze over your friend's corpse... then it sets in. Then it all sits in.

You collapse onto the ground in a spew of vomit. Bile puddles onto the floor, the room smelling of metal and rot. You want to scream... but you're in too much shock.

"Dear-" A voice says from behind you before cutting off. The voice sounds like Norman, yet you can't bear to turn. Does he think you did it?

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...." Norman panics. You are confused to what the young man means before it clicks. Norman's a murderer... and you're alone.

"Oh sorry, mother... I wasn't fast enough-" Norman mutters to himself before fully turning his attention to you. "Dear, you look so sick... I should get you cleaned up."

"Don't... call me that..." You manage to croak out, stumbling to your feet quickly. "Stay away from me!"

"Please sit down! You're scared, I can explain!"

Despite being trapped in the room, you try to squeeze past the man. Norman stops you, no amount of brute force working against him. His eyes weren't friendly...

They were cold and a bit nervous.

"We can work this out! I'll get you cleaned up a-and we'll talk! I p-promise you this is a misunderstanding!"

You don't listen and struggle more. Norman frowns at your desperation and attempts to wrangle you back. Both of you get a bit too desperate in your fighting...

Leading to Norman accidentally hitting your head too hard against the wall.

---

When you manage to comprehend your surroundings again you notice you're bandaged and cleaned. Rope ties a wrist of yours to a bed frame and you can tell this is an old unfamiliar house. You begin to panic again, using your other hand to fidget with the knot.

You freeze everything when you hear footsteps come up the stairs. You hold your breathe in anticipation but it wasn't like you could hide. When the door opened... any hope of this being some nightmare diminished.

Norman Bates, the man who supposedly murdered your friend, stood in front of you with a tray in hand.

Norman offers you a smile... one you don't return. He places the tray down on a small table and you notice it's full of food. The moment Norman looks at you... you want to cry.

"Good Morning... darling." Norman chuckles, appearing to like the idea of calling you such a sickeningly sweet name. "I brought breakfast."

"You put me here..." You whimper.

"Of course!" He says in a chipper tone. "M-Mother allowed you to stay... because you make me happy."

You feel yourself grow ill again.

"Why...?" You could've been saying 'why' for a lot of reasons. At this point you didn't care. Any answer probably wasn't good or satisfactory.

"Why...?" Norman looks puzzled. "I-I thought we could just... stay here and t-talk... I d-didn't want to see you go so soon."

"You killed them...."

"Them? I didn't- Mother said they weren't welcome... so she got rid of them. She approved of you, thankfully! Which is great... because I really l-l-like you." Norman confesses nervously.

You drop the conversation there. You weren't in any state for interrogation anyways. Something was wrong with this man... he was not right in the head... you hear yourself sob.

Norman picks up on this and frowns. His little bird was crying.... You must be so overwhelmed by this new place and him.

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away." Norman murmurs in what seemed to be a caring tone. The man sits on the bed a shifts closer. You try to run away with a loud sob, only for Norman to pull you roughly into his chest.

"Shhh..." He comforts, feeling you struggle and push to get away from him. Your sobs were loud yet he didn't mind. He wants to make his little bird feel better. "I'll take good care of you here. You'll never be lonely. It'll just be... us...."

You freeze when he kisses your forehead and presses your face into his chest. In your mind, you're doomed. This guy is insane... and probably was going to force you into something.

Norman, however, didn't plan on such a thing. He felt the love between you was stronger than anything. He wants to be a good boyfriend and husband... all he wants to do is hold you, nothing more.

"You're as cute as a bird." Norman smiles with a twisted attempt at flirting. He pecks your cheek with another kiss. "... I love birds..." Norman pauses, looking at your crying face with adoration. "I knew the moment I spoke with you I'd love you...!"

The twisted declaration of love from Norman sends another fit of sobbing out of you. Norman shushes you once more and keeps you suffocatingly close to his chest. You hated it here... you wished you just drove tired with your friend...

Yet Norman felt you'd enjoy your time here after you got to know each other.

Perhaps you, him, and mother can be happy here in this house together? Just the three of you....

[marbl3z]

I know it hurts, I'm here, my love.

chronically ill reader x Dan heng

Very self indulgent — I kind of forced myself to write this at 12am, I didn't want the thought to leave my mind.

I'll add warnings later. I just want this out.

Your joints hurt, your head pounding. Though as the pain washes over you, you tried your best not to worry Dan Heng. Your precious lover, you hated seeing those sympathetic eyes, he wishes he could take the pain away. You both know that'll never happen, this is a curse that you bear and as the time goes on, it may lessen or it may get worse. Nonetheless, it'll never disappear for good.

You laid your head on his chest, one arm wrapped around your frame and the other holding up a book. You had your eyes fixated on something on your phone, your symptoms were bad so times like this were comforting and you were able to get your mind off of the pain for a while. Well, that's what you hoped..

Another rush of pain through your left side, your shoulder and elbow hurting as if you had arthritis. You shifted uncomfortably your head pounded due to your heart rate being erratic. Your lover noticed your uncomfortable shift.

"what's going on, sweetheart?" He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You made a strangled groan as you whined, sitting up after not getting comfortable enough to relax.

He sat up with you, placing his book face down onto the plush mattress. His hand ghosted around your back as you tried shifting your arm, rotating it gently to not hurt the muscle. He saw your painful expression as you sighed, defeated.

"do you need me to get anything?" He asks, you shake your head in response. Your lip quivered, you felt like you were going to cry but you held it in as your lover was right beside you.

He was afraid to hold you, unsure where the pain was focused at. He tried to think of something to give you relief, remembering that he read that warm water or a heating pad helps lessen tension in muscles.

"sweetie, is it okay if I go grab the heating pad from the infirmary?" He caresses your face, pressing his forehead against yours.

You nod, not wanting to speak as it hurt your throat to talk. He gets up, placing his phone in his pocket and yours next to you. He gives you a quick kiss on your head as he left your room quickly, not wanting to leave you by yourself for too long. Your lips quivered again, the pain washing over you in waves. It felt as if your muscles were on fire, your shoulder ached so badly you thought it might fall off.

Tears filled your tired eyes, you wanted this to end. You fall back onto the plush mattress, the pain becoming unbearable. Your body rocked with hiccups from your sobs, you prayed that you'd get better. You prayed and prayed the pain would stop, not even pain killers helped. It hurt so much, it made you question your existence.

As you sobbed, clutching Dan Heng's pillow. It was the only bit of comfort you had, he was your light during the darkest moments. He was the reason you kept fighting. You regret letting him go to the infirmary, you don't know how long you've been sobbing. You felt a gentle hand on your back, rubbing soft circles onto your muscles.

"I'm here, I'm sorry I took so long... I couldn't find it quick enough..." he pants, his hair a mess, he has the heating pad in his hand, the cord wrapped neatly in his fist.

You hiccuped, turning over. "Why do I have to suffer.." you weakly asked. His eyes softened, he plugged the pad in, waiting for it to become warm. "What did I do wrong..?" You asked, nuzzling your face into the plush pillows that felt like concrete against your muscles.

"you did nothing wrong... I'm so sorry," he whispers, pulling you to him, your achy joints hurt so bad but when you're in his arms it felt as if it was bearable. "My sweetheart, I'm so sorry. Life is so unfair to you, I wish I could take it away. I wish I could find a cure for you." He coos, rubbing your shoulder softly, hearing your sobs in his neck made his heartbreak.

"I just wish I was normal," you hiccup'd clutching his shirt in your small fists. He shushes your cries, picking you up with one arm. He shoved blankets and pillows around to support your body. He plops you down gently, kissing your face.

"I love you, you're so strong for going through this. You're so brave, you're so so brave." He whispers, pressing his forehead against your own.

You whine, your head resting against his pillow. He hushes your cries, wiping your tears away with his thumb. Kissing your chapped lips, he leans you towards him, placing the heating pad underneath your back.

"where does it hurt, lovely?" He smiles softly, wanting you to feel better. You cried out as another wash of pain went over your body.

You pointed with your right arm to where it hurt the most. He took mental notes, pressing his lips against your shoulder. It's not much, but he wants to distract you from the pain. Pretending his kisses could heal your achy body, cure your pounding headache, he wants to make you feel as if everything will be okay.

He moves down to your arm, kissing the joint softly, his hand intertwined with your own. Your cries echo'd the room, he rubs your cheek softly. Kissing you wrist, moving to your palm and your knuckles. His lips were soft and warm against the achy joints and muscles.

"I got you, my starlight." He whispers. "It'll be okay, I won't leave you alone..." he promises kissing near the artery in your wrist.

Your eyes are barely open, you were so exhausted you didn't know if it was possible to go to sleep at this point. The pain was so intense, but also numbing... maybe his kisses were working, or maybe the heating pad helped, Either way.

"I love you so so so much." His warm breath against your lips made you hum. Not whine, or groan, just a gentle hum.

Your intertwined hands was enough to let you both know you loved each other, there was no reason to say it back, he knew. He presses a kiss where your heart is, right in the middle of your sternum. Pressing his forehead against it too, "please, just give them relief..." he whispers it was almost too quiet for you to hear.

Your eyes were basically closed, the last thing you see was his fluffy dark hair resting on top of your sweater. He shuffles a bit more, massaging everywhere that could be hurting you. He hums a gentle tune, one he probably heard somewhere on one of his trailblaze missions. His voice always put you to sleep, it was comforting to hear him "sing".

He lays next to you, pulling you gently closer to him. You scooted over, tiredly. He nuzzled your hair, holding your hand on top of your chest, his palm feeling your heart eventually slow to a calm rhythm. He smiled as he kissed your head, you were finally off to sleep. Hopefully not in pain, hopefully no nightmares tonight either.

---

I'm tired. I'll give a proper fic when I feel better, for now though.. here, I guess.

[ouatnextgen]

these are some stock images i found that are giving christmas cygnet scholar! 😁

Adorable! That last one is so cute, I had to write a drabble for it <3

Thanks for sending these!

(drabble under the cut)

Christmas in Storybrooke was always...a bit different from what the movies said small town Christmases were like.

That doesn't mean they didn't try, though.

They didn't have a mall, or...any place really, where kids could meet and take pictures with 'Santa,' so every year they'd doll up an old abandoned farm house and dub it 'Santa's Workshop.' They'd hire in some older guy to play Santa--it almost always ended up being Gepetto--and manage to convince the local youth on Christmas break to be hired on as his elves.

Hence, why Hope and Gideon were in their current predicament.

Usually, to gain Christmas present money, Hope would shovel driveways and sidewalks for her elderly and/or lazy neighbors.

But it was December 20th, and it had not snowed a single inch.

Desperate, Hope had taken the Santa's Workshop job, and convinced her best friend/ secret boyfriend to do it with her.

Gideon was always good at saving money, so he didn't necessarily need to take the job. But he never could say no to Hope.

Which was how he ended up in a scratchy green tunic, ill-fitting green tights, and a stupid hat with giant plastic elf ears attached to the sides.

"I'm telling you, Gid. We need to come up with our elfsonas." He and Hope had been tasked with sweeping up the pine needles under the large Christmas tree, which was a never ending battle between sticky, sappy pine needles and the worst broom known to man.

"Hmm. Well, what's a good elfsona name?" Gideon smirked and leaned his chin against the broom handle. Even in an abhorrently colored green dress and plastic elf ears, Hope still managed to look beautiful.

"Tinsel McSleigh?"

"Jingle Holidayson." Gideon offered.

"Mary Christmas...but spelled M-A-R-Y."

"Pepper M. Int."

"Frosty the Elfman."

"Buddy the Elf, but not that one."

A shadow suddenly fell over the Christmas tree. "Elves. Quick yapping and get back to work." Gretel, who'd been hired on as 'head elf,' was standing there with her hands on her hips, looking grumpy.

"Sorry, Gretel." They both chimed, and giggled a little bashfully.

As soon as Gretel walked away, the conversation recommenced. Just quieter.

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After a grueling six hours of sweeping pine needles, herding small children through long lines, and wrapping prop presents, the two teens were more than excited to ditch their 'elfsonas' and leave.

"Freedom!" Hope lifted her arms and spun around. "Until tomorrow, at least. Aw, man..."

Gideon chuckled, lightly tossing his arm around her shoulder. "Think of the paycheck, Hope."

"Eyes on the prize." She agreed, squinting up at the sky. "It looks like it's gonna snow."

Gideon looked up as well. Sure enough, the clouds had that...look to them, like something was gonna happen. "Let's hope it at least snows in time for Christmas."

"Bet you $5 of my elf money that it'll be too cold for snow." She shivered, snuggling closer to Gideon. "'Cause that's just our luck."

"Actually, that's a common misconception. Snow can occur at any cold temperature, it's the humidity of an area that determines how much snowfall-"

Hope reached up and gently grabbed Gideon's cheek. "Hey, Gid?"

"Uh...yeah?" He blushed.

"I'm gonna kiss you now."

So she did, cupping his cheek in her cold hand.

The kiss was chaste and short, but Hope always had a way of leaving Gideon breathless no matter what.

"What ever happened to surprising our parents with us at Christmas dinner?" He asked, moving his arm around her middle like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Hope shrugged, mischief dancing in her blue eyes. "They won't find out. Watch." She kissed him again, this time using her hand to block their connected lips from view. "Foolproof."

They pulled away from each other, grinning like idiots in love. And that's when they noticed the change in weather.

"Hey! It's snowing!" Hope held out her hand, catching a fat snowflake on her palm.

Gideon chuckled. "Wow. It's like our kiss made it snow, or something."

"I mean...stranger things have happened in this town." Hope cocked her head, genuinely considering the possibility.

"Sure. Let's go with that. It's not just nature." He took her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. "Let's go home. I seem to remember you promising me a Mario Kart rematch."

She smirked, competitive side flaring. "Ready for me to win again, you mean?"

"You wish!"

The two of them continued to bicker, all the way home.

[svgvru]

would you do gojo cumming in his gf'a (whose also a teacher) panties cuz he wants to see her all wiggly 'n uncomfy. not bc it feels weird but bc she actually wants it in her. ?

✮ THIRSTIN' OVER...SATORU! your boyfriend who just had to masterbate with your panties this morning. and he had to be loud n make it known so early in the morning as the both of you (are supposed to be) prepare for your class in the next few minutes. you'd chastise him, ignoring the ache in your lower stomach from the sight of him. tip an angry red and oozing cum into the inner fabric of the panties you had laid out to wear after your shower. "'m sorry, baby. but you looked too good!" "wear 'em f'me? pretty please with a cherry on top!" he adds a little extra pop! to the end of his words as he begs to you wear the panties in his hand, now lined with cum. and after minutes of annoying you, you reluctently agree. "fine! okay okay."

you muffled a whimper by biting your when you slip them on, feeling his warm cum press against your pussy. and with the confidence you'd be able to handle it, you left with satoru to teach your students. and in the passing minutes you grew less confident. it spilled over the edge of your panties when you rubbed your thighs together to relieve the tension you were feeling. you lost it when you went to move and you felt it stick to thighs and now wet folds. you didn't want it on you, you wanted it in you. and you could hear the white-haired idiot snickering while he watches you suffer from the corner of his eye. and the second your students were on break you ran walked with a purpose to satoru.

"bathroom, now." satoru finds it funny how commanding you could be as if you wouldn't be drooling over his cock later. and that's exactly what happened. your cheek is pressed to the wall of one of the bathroom stalls with fat tears streaming down your face. one of your hands desperately clamping around your mouth to prevent the screams you were letting out to be heard by anyone else. although, by the obnoxious clapping of his hips to your ass, anyone would understand what was happening. his large hands were holding one of your legs up, the other gripping your hips tightly as he slams into your inviting pussy. your gummy walls grip him like a vice while he fucks you. your panties simply pushed to the side and clit swollen from his balls slapping against it.

"missed this, sweetheart?" he laughs, not being quiet about his moans whatsoever. "wan' me to cum in ya, huh? that's why you pulled me in here, so desperate to be filled up?" he's not really asking. he knows thats exactly why you "commanded" him to come to the bathroom, your desperate nods only fueled his drive to fill you up. maybe even give you a baby. "i'll fill ya up, baby don't worry," he coos as if he isn't balls deep in your stomach. that coil in your stomach starts to tighten again, your previous orgasm dripping down yours and gojo's thighs. "ngh—aH! fuck, 'toru," the combination of your voice cracking and your pussy gripping his cock as if it'll run away sends him over the edge. he burries himself inside of your cunt, dumping a hefty load in your waiting pussy. a hiss leaves his lips when you cum with him, the both of you panting and coming down from your highs.

"ill fill you up more when we get home."

꒰ n: dunno if i did tis justice. but here ya go! haven't written for a fem reader ina while, this was great practice ty! ꒱

[archonadeptus]

Hmmmm, I feel like when you're sick Thoma would make you the best food that'll help you. He'll go to Albedo to make sure that the food won't make you feel worse. Xiao helps him as well, gathering any materials he may not have. He'll keep the food in a container, and when you wake up deiliver it to you himself. He'll ask you how it is and maybe make it again if you really enjoy it!

When your sick Kazuha and Tighnari stay by your side as much as they can (assuming they can't get sick from you). Kazuha will help you fall asleep by petting your hair and telling you sweet stories. Tighnari is there for you when you feel the worst, keeping notes of your symptoms and how they change. He'll try to cheer you up by letting you pet his ears.

Once again this isn't a request, please don't feel obligated to write this. But if you do wish to writing i don't mind if you use the ideas I've written.

Genshin Impact x Unwell!Creator!Reader

A/N: I'm so sorry this took me forever! I've been horrible with writer's block, but I think I'm finally getting back to everything again! I truly adore all of your ideas so i shimmied them into this hehe. Thank you for being so lovely♡ Im so soft for them all.~

Warnings: Description of feeling unwell, nausea and headache. A suggested kiss nearing the end from Kazuha but it doesn't happen he's just teasing~ (Maybe). Not proofread as of yet.

Sickness and Health.

…Heavy. Why did your body feel so heavy?

"They're waking up-" Was that Kazuha?

"I need to continue to check their vitals. Albedo, do you have that medicine prepared?" A few shuffles were heard as you finally began to feel a sharp pain within your head. You were still adjusting to a mortal body, despite your descent to Teyvat being several months ago. Is this the illness mortals go through? Once your time as a mortal was up, you'd have to see further into this.

"Everything is ready, here." Albedo was here too then. When did they figure out you were unwell anyway? Upon falling asleep, you felt okay. Fingertips were soon threading through your hair in a comforting manner, causing you to relax a little more until you felt rather intense nausea. How is everything so horrible? Mortal bodies truly go through so much. Opening your eyes quickly, you sat up and gripped onto the bedsheets panicking a little. Everything hurts. A gentle hand was soon upon your shoulder, trying to soothe you.

"Hey you're okay, your grace. Take deep breaths, relax now…" Nodding a little, Tighnari placed a little cup of medicine by your lips.

"Please, drink this. This will soothe the symptoms you're experiencing." Albedo spoke so confidently causing you to immediately sip at the liquid. He gave you a gentle yet proud smile before Tighnari helped to lay you back down. The voices around you felt so muffled, almost like you were under water. Instinctively you shuffled yourself into Kazuhas arms who was sitting beside you upon the plush sheets of your bed. With a light chuckle at what he considered to be endearing behaviour, he laid beside you and held you safely against his chest all whilst playing with your hair again. He knew how much you adored the soothing motion, he just hoped it was enough to comfort you. "The materials I had were only enough to make one vial of the medicine our Grace needs, I'll have to venture out to collect more." Albedo hummed in thought as he began to clear up the desk you had, only now it was covered with empty bottles and stray bits of waste from the materials he had.

"Don't go alone, it'll be quicker if you take somebody with you. That way you don't have to focus on combat and you can put your full focus on our divine." Tighnari's words were laced with a serious tone, eyes staring at Albedo. He saw the slight hesitancy in him leaving your side though, so he gently sighed. "Look, I'll stay with our divine. So don't stress too much okay? They need this medicine again this evening, so please go…" Now he just sounded concerned, his ears drooping a little as his tail stopped swaying. It hurt to see him so concerned… They all seemed so stressed. Softly, you stayed safely in Kazuha's arms but you stretched out your arm to reach for Tighnari and brush your fingertips across his ears to try and make him smile.

"B-beloved." It even ached to speak, but you pushed through. "I'll be okay. I love you all, p-" Upon trying to continue, you coughed a little and whined at the sharpened feeling in your head. Tighnaris ears shot back up at your whine, softly holding your hand before tucking you back into the blankets.

"Don't strain yourself… But thank you, my divine. We will take care of you okay?" With a soft nod, he gazed back at the alchemist.

"Understood, I'll take Adeptus Xiao with me. He's waiting outside the door anyway, he doesn't want to come in case his debt affects our divine." Packing his smaller bag, he moved over to press a kiss to your forehead. "We will return with your medicine, beloved." He nodded at the other two before departing. You could slightly make out a worried Xiao standing there before the door once again shut. At the sound and the shuffling of Tighnari checking your vitals, you soon fell back into a peaceful slumber.

"Is our Grace awake yet?" Thoma spoke, holding a container of freshly cooked food in his hands. "I checked with Albedo before he left and I've made a dish for them to have." His eyes trailed across your shivering body, cuddled safely within the blankets still secure within Kazuha's arms.

"They've been asleep for a long while now. It's best to wake them for food." Tighnari gently moved aside so that Thoma could open the container of your favourite dish.

"Beloved…" Kazuha whispered against your ear, gently rubbing your cheek to attempt to bring you back into the physical realm. Oh how he hated bringing you out of dreams to drag you back into the waking world where you were hurting. "Wake up, my divine… Aren't you hungry, love?" He smiled gently as your eyes fluttered open to meet Thomas' gaze.

"Hey sleepy head!" His bright smile seemed to offer you enough energy to slowly sit up with your own smile.

"Thoma!" You smiled gently at him, the potion from earlier truly helping now. The symptoms of your illness weren't as severe as before. Tighnari smile lightly watching from the side as Kazuha moved yo stand with him giving you a moment to eat. If you were to gaze at the fennec fox now, you'd see his tail swaying quickly and happily at his ears straight up. Seeing you beginning to recover is bringing everybody nothing but pure joy.

"Don't strain yourself now." The smile never left his lips as he fluffed a pillow behind your back and sat you up more comfortably. "Here, I cooked this for you!" With a little twist though to your favourite dish. This should help you recover even more energy so eat up okay?" At seeing you reach for the good he playfully tapped your forehead. "No, your grace, let me feed you. Say Ah~" Was this newly forming blush upon your cheeks due to the fever or being completely doted on by Thoma? You knew it was due to the latter of course, but to prevent you from further flustering yourself you pretended it was your rapidly lessening fever. Opening your mouth, you allowed Thoma to feed you and with the first bite, you already felt the day without food catching up to you. Your eyes lit up at the taste and you softly tapped thoma for another bite. He chuckled at your speed, but continued to feed you nonetheless. Besides, it brought great joy to your acolytes that your appetite had returned though the jealousy that they weren't the ones feeding you was still apparent.

A while after eating, Xiao and Albedo soon returned with the needed materials for the medicine. Upon seeing them, your mouth was still filled with your newest bite of food but they found it utterly adorable. Though your smile faded slightly when you saw Xiao stay behind the door. Swallowing your mouthful, you reached for him.

"Xiao? My love, please come in. Remember I took your debt away… Come relax with me?" You smiled brightly as you saw his cheeks dust themselves with pink. He slowly moved himself into the room, and at your gentle request he sat himself upon your bed with his blush rapidly intensening. He slowly relaxed as you played with his hair softly before smiling at them all. "Thank you all for taking so much care of me, my loves, I feel a lot better than I did!" Thoma smiled as he closed the newly emptied container.

"Anything for you, my grace. But I must ask, did you enjoy your meal?" You giggled lightly and nodded happily.

"Mhm I did, thank you for cooking it for me… It was beyond delicious! I'd love to have it again one day if you didn't mind?" His eyes lit up at this and he immediately nodded as he stood.

"Anything for you, just ask okay?" A kiss to your forehead was soon felt as he moved to the door. "I'll leave you be, let me know when you get hungry 'kay?" After your gentle nod, he soon left as Tighnari checked you over once more so he could monitor your fever.

"Alright, one more drink of medicine yeah? Then by morning, you'll be free of this illness." Albedo had finished shuffling around the desk, finally finishing the medicine and pouring it into a mini cup. You pouted a little as Albedo brought it to you. "Drink up, beloved." Shaking your head softly, you pouted again.

"But I already feel much better now, truly!" Albedo's eyes gently narrowed, he and Tighnari were always very strict on your health.

"That's no excuse to stop your medicine, now drink the potion y/n." You sheepishly smiled as Xiao gently took the potion in his hands to offer you again. Kazuha however moved over with a sly smile upon his face.

"My grace, don't make me kiss you so you drink your medicine. I don't particularly like the taste of it. However, if it's something you'd prefer, then I'm more than happy to drink it first and exchange it to you within the form of a kiss~" Your cheeks were now on fire as you gazed away,

"N-no no that's okay! I will drink it. I appreciate everything you've all done so…" Sighing gently, you took the cup from Xiao's hands and drank it quickly. Tighnari smiled as he took away the empty cup.

"Good job." Upon cleaning everything up, he knelt down at the side of your bed. "If it'll make you feel any better then you can pet my ears?" The way he tilted his head causing his ears to tilt sideways melted your heart and immediately your hands were soothingly petting his ears. His tail was swaying happily and the others couldn't help but pout a little, but seeing you feeling better truly outweighed that emotion for now. Though after a while of gentle chatter, the medicine's effects soon left you fighting against sleep. Kazuha seemed to notice this straight away, and with a gentle smile he sat by Xiao to be closer to you.

"My beloved, you're growing sleepy. How about one of my stories just for you? Come now, the land of slumber awaits." Xiao laid you down against the pillows, cuddling you safely as Kazuha slowly started to play with the strands of your hair. "All throughout Teyvat… A single soul was blessed by another who wanted nothing more than to spend forever with them. But alas, a curse was also bestowed causing these supposed soulmates to be separated. All their life they search for the one they adore… And we found ours. That, my beloved, is you."

Falling into a gentle slumber, you felt the last of your illness drift away as the dreams of Kazuhas stories filled your mind. Upon waking, you'd feel brand new and spoil everybody for taking such good care of you.♡