#unregular

[digital999placebo]

once you accept you are mid, your quality of life will sky rocket so hard

[lailau7904]

ANKZSNXJBSXJNAJZNWJXNS OSCAAAR LANDOOOOOO

[chradi]

Me: Last episode bummed me out IRL Also me: 3 sketches within 24 hours of the session.

[theyslgirl]

never was that happy about getting my period

[thegreatwalmartbag]

What did the doctor say to the person sneaking up on him?

ICU

[adulthumanproblem]

Having an extremely regular menstruation cycle is so fun

Can you guess the two times this year when I was super stressed?

March April May June July Aug. Sept. Oct.

[lawrence-songs]

*standing at your door like a Jehovah's witness* would you like to talk about our lord and savior bendy

[tired-and-unjellied]

*snooze the 1:40pm cuz I want to sleep a bit more*

*sleep over the 2pm and 2:22pm alarms*

*wake up with the 2:45pm alarm*

Literally wtf.

[moongirlrhea]

an azriel and his best friend drabble - period comfort

this is a drabble in the azriel and his best friend universe, but it can be read as a standalone!!! in the timeline this happens at some point before the events of the series :)

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word count: 1.8k

azriel x reader drabble

warnings: descriptions of period pain

a/n: sooo backstory: i had a really bad period last week and it brought me back to when i used to have really bad periods in high school. like passing out and all that so: this fic is the result of that! as always feedback is appreciated, let me know what you think!!!!

She groaned into her pillow as pain pierced through her stomach. She curled tighter into a ball as she fought the tears brimming in her eyes.

She couldn’t take this, she really couldn’t. She hadn’t even known her cycle was coming, with how unregular it was, but this morning she woke to red-stained sheets and a sharp pain shooting through her stomach. And by the time she managed to get the bed, and herself, cleaned up, she was utterly exhausted.

Azriel was at training, so he wasn’t there to help her, which he usually insisted on doing. After first coming to Velaris it was utterly strange for her to have anyone, especially a male help her with her cycle, considering how her entire life she’d been taught it was something to hide, to be …ashamed of. That it was a liability that should be hidden from a lady’s husband, and well she didn’t know why exactly she correlated that with Azriel, but- Anyway. It was standard for her to manage the pain on her own her entire life, although that usually consisted entirely of whining and whimpering in bed alone.

After getting close to Azriel everything changed, and he insisted on taking care of her, which at first was mainly just her trying not to burrow herself into the ground from embarrassment. After a while, however, after first experiencing Azriel’s gentle care and the love he conveyed in it, that quiet compassion and his lack of judgement, she started to let him help her. Although she had to admit, that the mortification she was thought to feel at showing her pain to a male of all people so undeniably, never really went away. Maybe it never would, but Azriel didn’t seem to mind reminding her how there was nothing wrong with being taken care of.

She squirmed again, a big part of her wishing he was here, unable to find a position that would ease the pain even the slightest bit. Sweat beaded at her brow and she whimpered as she lowered herself from her bed, and onto the floor.

It was cool against her skin, making her feel at least a bit less faint. Right? That’s what she thought would happen, but now her breathing shallowed and darkness swam in the edges of her vision.

Gods, the pain- Whimpering, she leaned her head back against the edge of the mattress and suddenly everything around her was blurring and-

Well, that definitely didn’t work in making her feel less faint.

-

Someone was shaking her shoulders.

“Sweetheart-” a familiar voice urged somewhere above her “Wake up, please, come on”

She groaned as she felt pain stab through her again. She was slowly coming about and slowly the realization that she knew that voice washed over her. Gods, what had happened?

“Az?”

“Thank the Mother,” the male crouched above her exhaled in relief “Can you open your eyes for me, love?” he asked in such a soft voice, that she couldn’t not try to.

She cracked her eyes open and looked at Azriel through squinted lids, vision still swimming. But he was already grabbing her forearms and helping her sit up. His touch was so, so gentle as he fussed over her that it had tears brimming in her eyes all over again. Suddenly her best friend’s eyes widened and snapped to hers.

“You’re bleeding. Did you hit your head? What happened, where are you hurt?” The questions were coming at her one after the other, though it was obvious by the pinch of his expression and the furrow of his brow that Azriel was trying extremely hard not to sound too scared. The unconcealable worry in his eyes gave him away.

Had she passed out from the pain? The answer was obvious in her mind and her stomach sank a bit as a pang of embarrassment consumed her. She tried to keep her eyes glued to Azriel as she stayed quiet for longer than needed. Oh, cauldron.

“It's my cycle, Az” she sighed out finally, eyes glancing around the room. Her vision was suddenly drowned in the golden, intense sunlight streaming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Was it midday already? How long had she been out?

“Why didn’t you call for me?” Azriel coaxed her head in his direction by placing a gentle hand on the side of her face. His thumb was stroking gently along her cheekbone as his shadows, who seemed to have noticed her earlier discomfort, shot out to close the curtains, keeping most of the overwhelming light from the room.

“You were at training, I didn’t want to…-” her voice trailed off.

“You should have called for me, you know one of my shadows is always somewhere close” his voice was almost scolding as he studied her with such deep concern in his golden-brown eyes, it almost took her breath away.

“I’m sorry”

“You know that’s not what this is about,” he told her in a soft voice “You always call for me when you’re in pain, alright?”

She narrowed her eyes and leaned her head against his shoulder in exhaustion before replying. “And that goes the same for you, right?”

A beat of silence ensued before Azriel chuckled, his hand coming to rest on the nape of her neck, fingers brushing through her hair. “It does”

“Alright, then”

Before any of them could say something more, a wave of pain so intense hit her, that she doubled over, gasping.

“Fuck, sweetheart, where do you have your pain tonics? How long ago have you taken one?”

“I haven’t- Ah-,” she gasped as she tried to get the words out “I haven’t taken any” she managed to rasp out, finally.

“What do you mean you haven’t taken any?” she could practically feel the way he froze in front of her, the shadows that had been twirling around her frame going in tow with their master.

“They don’t help anyway” she mumbled through a whimper.

“They don’t help? Love- You passed out on the floor from the pain, for Mother’s sake you can’t-” Azriel said seriously somewhere above her “You need to take care of yourself, we’ve talked about this” he added a bit sternly.

Was he mad at her? As she whimpered from the pain again, an ugly, albeit well known feeling swam through her body. But he wouldn’t think that of her, right? “I’m- I’m sorry” she tried wetly, a bit helplessly, maybe.

He exhaled shakily somewhere next to her “No- No don’t be sorry,” she sniffled at that “Hey, you’re alright. I’m right here. I didn’t mean to- I’m not mad at you, alright?” he said as he gathered her shaking form into his arms. She was a mess, breathing heavily, almost sobbing from the pain.

“It hurts, Az” she felt a stream of salt rivulet down the side of her face.

“I know, I know” he mumbled as he placed her gently on the bed “I just need to get you a tonic, okay sweetheart?”

“No, don’t leave-”

“I know, but I’ll just be a second,” his voice was strained and unsure about leaving her out of his sight in this state. Even for just a moment, but the sight alone of her state cemented the decision for him. She needed medicine. “I’ll be right back”

She groaned as she curled into a ball, breathing heavily through her sobs. There was a muffled conversation in the hallway somewhere but she couldn’t focus at all. Her door closed and opened and a weight appeared on the bed next to her.

Someone was whispering something to her, stroking her back and head gently. But the world around her wasn’t making sense at that moment and it was only after a while that she realized who it was, based solely on the smell of night-chilled mist and cedar that hit her. But the pain was all consuming and in her state of torment she couldn’t even make out his words. A vague, unspecified amount of time passed as she lay there and at some point Azriel must have been gone again, and she heard voices outside her room. And then he was back, coaxing her to turn on her back and sit up.

She squirmed in his arms, eyes closed and face pinched as he tried to adjust her. “Just one second, sweetheart, here,” he said softly as he coaxed a bitter liquid past her lips “There you go, you’ll be better soon”

“I can’t- I can’t do this” she whimpered.

“It’ll be over soon, angel, I promise” there was urgency in his voice, as though he was trying to convince her on something but she couldn’t focus and then-. She was turning over again, intuitively pressing herself into his side. Then there was something hot being pressed against her stomach, and a pair of arms circling around her. Azriel was whispering something to her, trying to comfort her but the words were incomprehensible in her state. Suddenly everything was blurring.

-

Azriel pressed a shaky his on his best friend’s forehead as he held her trembling form in his eyes. It was torture to have to see her like this and he was already berating himself for not keeping up when her cycle would come.

Poor girl.

Thankfully, he bumped into Mor right after going to get a tonic for her, and she happened to have an abundance of the stronger dose that she got from Madja sometime earlier. And so, he could already feel his girl’s form slumping against him, succumbing to sleep.

The plan for the next week was laying itself out in his mind as he held her. He had already sent his shadows to get her favorite foods and snacks from the Rainbow, and Mor promised to ask Madja for more tonics today. So that was covered. The House would supply them with hot water bottles, so he checked that from his list. He would have to check if she was in need of more linens.

There was one thing left to worry about, however. The convincing that it will take him to get her to actually stay in bed, because he was already sure she’d be trying to get up and to work the second she woke up. But it was alright for Azriel to ease his best friend’s mind and make sure she was well taken care of.

That’s what he was there for, and it was a job he’d cherish. Until the end of his days.

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[sydwritess]

The Life of Racing Pt. 7

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: through it all, the racing, the media, the meetings. What matters to Lando the most is you. His home life is just as important as track life. Some days, he doesn't balance it easily. But through it all, the both of you try. Going through some challenges, but always coming out together, hand in hand again.

Second Person POV

Notes: my first F1 series! Requests are open!

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The weekend goes by quickly. Lando had a nice break from FP1 due to Alex driving. It was now quali day. You were watching the race from the garage computers, jotting down quick notes from each lap.

Lando was staying in first place. Charles staying right on his tail. There was five laps left, each of the drivers taking them down quickly.

Lando was keeping the lead, two more laps left. Charles had fallen further behind due to a tight corner, but still remained in second. Soon enough, Lando crossed the finish line, you could hear him cheering happily over the radio.

We slightly waved to all of his fans while taking one last lap around the track, the others following behind him. He slowly pulled into the pit lane, parking the car in front of the garage.

He quickly got out of the car, getting surrounded by his teammates. But the one person he wanted to see wasn't there. He looked around, connecting his eyes with yours.

He shoved past the crowd and ran up to you.

"You did it." You say happily. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, his helmet still on his head. You could hear him breathing heavily through it.

"Fuck it's hot out here." He breathed out.

"Here, come with me." You say.

You silently walk through the hallway behind the garages. Lando carries his helmet in hand with him. You get to the cooldown room and open the door.

The cool air hits you in the face. When Lando walks in, you lightly shut the door behind him. He immediately plops down on the couch, putting his head back.

You walk over and sit next to him, facing him. You can see his chest moving fast, his breathing at an unregular pace.

"Hey, Lando what's going on?" You ask, leaning forward. You gently put your hand on his back.

He doesn't speak, like the words are stuck. He gestures his hand to his throat.

"Shit." You mumble, you crouch down in front of him, grabbing his hands.

"Listen, I need to focus on me. Look at me." You say. He looks down at you slowly, holding your gaze.

"Breath slowly. In, and out."

He grips your hands tighter, like he was afraid of letting go. You breath in and out slowly with him, helping him steady his breathing.

"What- what was that." He asks, his voice shaky.

"A panic attack." You say, rubbing your thumb lightly over his hand. "You must have gotten to hot or overworked."

"That's never happened before." He said, a single tear fell from his eyes.

"It's okay. Your okay, I promise." You pause, looking at him for any sign of discomfort, or unsteadiness. He breaths out slowly, trying to maintain himself.

"Why don't we just take the rest of the day off." You whisper.

"No, No i can't-"

"Lando..." He look's at you once again. "It's fine, trust me. They're going to ask all of the same questions again. You always have tomorrow to." You say.

He takes a minute before nodding his head silently. You sit back on the couch again. You pull out your phone to text Zak.

Y/n

We're not coming to media today.

Zak

Why not?

Y/n

Lando's not doing well, he just needs the time.

Zak

Shit, alright. That's fine, we'll see you tomorrow.

You quickly put your phone away, focusing your attention back on Lando. He was bent over, head in his hands.

"You need to sit up." You say. You put a hand on his chest and make him lean back on the couch.

"Are you the new medic?" He asks.

"No. But I know my stuff. And my stuff is telling you to sit back, and breath."

He smiles lazily. "What'd Zak say?"

"He's fine. He said he'd see us tomorrow."

He nodded his head, dropping his head back to look at the ceiling. You put an arm around his back, resting your hand on his shoulder. a

"Do you want to leave?" You ask.

"Yeah."

You both slowly stand up, and walk out of the cooldown room. You walk through the back hallway, away from everyone and go outside to the motorhomes. Seeing how this was a somewhat quick race week, they didn't rent out hotel rooms.

Lando walks up the three steps to the door, but doesn't open it.

"What's wrong?" You ask, leaning against the railing.

"I forgot all of my stuff." He said, turning around to you.

"It's okay. we can get it later tonight." You say.

"Right." He opens the door slowly and walks in. You were following behind him when someone called out your name.

"I'll be right back." You tell Lando, he nods and slowly shuts the door.

"Hey Max." You say, walking down the steps.

"Hey, I wanted to congratulate Lando but I couldn't find him." He said.

"He's not feeling well right now. But you could call him or something. And, he'll be out tomorrow."

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, nothing serious. He's just feeling drained and all." You say, he nods.

"Well thank you. Tell him I hope he feels better."

"I will." The two of you wave goodbye and you walk inside. You hear rustling around in the bedroom end of the home so you just sit on the couch in the small living room.

Lando comes out slowly, grabbing his water bottle off of the kitchen counter and sitting down next to you.

"Max asked about you. You might want to text him." You say.

"I'll do it later." He says, taking a sip of his water. You both sit in silence. Nothing said, nothing done.

Lando sat still, almost as if he was afraid to move. He stared at the wall in front of him, not moving an inch.

"How are you feeling?" You ask quietly.

"Alright. Tired."

"Do you know what made you feel like that?" You ask, he shrugs.

"I was feeling dizzy in the car. But... that's it. And then when the team came up to me I felt... trapped."

"That's most likely from the heat."

"But I'm made for this. That's what I train for."

"But your also a human being. With emotions and feelings and medical problems. You aren't made to be invincible." You say.

"I-"

"And I don't give a shit if your Lando Norris or not. You could be some homeless man down the street. You are still a human being." You say. He let's out a slight laugh

You sit there on the couch for the rest of the evening, eventually falling asleep.

You and Lando wake up at the same time, getting ready for race day. The race was early so Lando got into his race suit. You both grab something to drink and head out of the home, catching Max exiting his to.

"You feeling better Norris?" Max asks.

"Yeah, very."

"You're very lucky to have a medic by your side." Max says, slinging his arm around Lando and pointing into thin air.

"Yup. Just here to fix things." You say, walking ahead of him. You three walk along the paddock as it starts to fill in. People starting to walk all around you guys.

Max follows you two into the McLaren garage before he has to leave.

"I heard you placed a bet on the race today." Max says, leaning on the table across from Lando.

"Oh no, not me. I don't participate in such events." Lando said sarcastically.

"Oh right, my bad." Max laughed.

You were just outside of the garage. This group of kids came up to you to have them sign a couple of things.

"That is so nice, so the school funded this trip?" You ask the teacher. It was a small class about five or six young students from a local school.

"Yeah, we thought since it was a local race, why not." She said.

"That is so sweet. I'd love if my school would have done that." You laugh.

"Excuse me Miss? Can I get a picture?" A young boy asked, his thick British accent pulling through.

"Of course you can buddy." You say. He stands next to you as the teacher takes the picture. After getting everything signed, they left, and you walked back into the garage.

"Those were all her kids?" Max asks.

"No dingus, they were students."

"Oh... cute. We're they nice?"

"Obviously."

"Well, I don't really like kids. So I was asking." He says.

"Don't you have two of them?" You remark.

"Shit. Well- okay. I meant teenagers."

"Right, right." You say.

"I know. P found out about me and Y/n and she was like 'So I can't marry Uncle Lando?'" Lando said, mocking P's voice.

"I'd share with her. She's cute." You say. Lando and Max laugh slightly.

"Dude she's been in love with you forever. That's all we hear about." Max says, drinking his water.

"That's really cute." Lando says.

You, Lando, and Max continue talking until the race is about to begin, and they go off to get prepared. Lando is in the garage, talking to Zak while getting his gloves and helmet on.

Before he get's into the car, he waves you over with his hand. When you do, he hugs you tightly.

"Don't forget to drink when you can." You say.

"I will. I promise." He says. He get's into the car, following the person's signals before going out to the track, lining up.

You go over to the computers to watch the race, getting out your notebook and pen in the mean time.

When the lights go off, everyone hurries down the track. Lando keeps first. You see Oscar and Charles fighting for second place along the way.

Unfortunately, within a couple of laps, Kimi crashes into Max, leaving them out of the race.

Lando flies down the track in first. Oscar now in second, following right behind him.

It had been a good hour into the race. You write down notes after notes, following each lap. You look up to see Max walking up to you.

"How's he doing?" He asks, coming around to your side, looking at the screen.

"He's doing good." You say. There was only three more laps to go.

Max saw the nervous look on your face. "He's going to be okay."

You nod slowly, and unsure.

Oscar was coming up close behind Lando, but wasn't able to get past him. Lando flew through two more laps, and made it halfway through the last one. It was intense, Oscar was on his tail, not giving up.

Lando came around the last turn, and wait straight forward, crossing the finish line. The whole team cheered around you, high-fiving each other and hugging each other.

Lando made his lap around after, waving at his fans.

"He did it." Max said happily.

"He did." You breath out, smiling at the screen.

Lando pulled up to the garage, getting out and running straight into his team, who lifted him into the air.

"You got it kid!" Zak yelled, patting Lando on the back. Lando took his helmet off before walking over to you, hugging you tightly again.

"You did it." You smile.

"We did it." He said back, happier than ever. You stayed like that for a minute until you pulled away.

"Go get that trophy." You say, looking him in the eyes. He smiles at you before grabbing your hand and walking out with you.

He leaves you with the crowd as he goes up to the podium, receiving his medal and trophy. He stood along with Oscar and Charles, getting their picture taken and then spraying champagne everywhere, even down on the crowd.

The three of them all shook hands and hugged each other before exiting the stage.

Lando ran straight up to you.

"This calls for a celebration, doesn't it?" He asks slyly, snaking a hand around your waist.

"You know it." You say. He grabs you hand and pulls you away from everything, going back to his trailer.

©sydwritess

Hey loves! Pt. 7 is here! Comment to be added to this series tag list! Requests are open!

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[brainrot-corner]

BEHOLD, GUNNTECH DOODLES.

Some headcannons of after they defeat Gunntech, they be getting all the naps and rest they DESERVE.

Other things i thought about:

—Nori could have been from the same vein of experiments regarding star matter and energy, and it going incredebly wrong(as it tends to go) so i thought that maybe the ectoplasm they use is made artificially and not part of their actual powers. These are very unpredictable, uncontrolable and volatile, only appearing on maybe moments of high stress or adrenaline.

—Connor, while having gotten rid of the implant, still very much has remnants of the virus inside of him, so sometimes it manifests: longer‐than-normal hair, tough and sharp nails and teeth, unregular napping scheduels, etc. Reaching his full potential mode requires a lot of energy and power, so he'd probably never reach that point. To Nori's delight and Connors dismay, however, it also manifests in him purring when comfortable(he can't control it, and Nori loves teasing him about it)

Edit: pronoun correction

[lsunstreakerl]

Okay, I know I’m SUPERRRR late to fmf, but that means I have a LOT of thoughts!!!!

Lowkey insane that Jos thought it would be a good idea to not tell Max his role, like surely he could have done something. Even if it was just putting the note in his chest or smth

Rico instantly staking his claim on Max w that GORGEOUS cloak is so funny to me, he hasn’t even met the guy and he wants to show him off to everyone.

Rico instantly pulling Max up when he tried to bow down made me FERAL, like I’m a lesbian but I think I want some of him too. It was just way too cute, how dare he

I want to be upset at Max for not realising, especially after seeing his MASSIVE fucking room, but like. Who assumes they’re being married off.

Again with Rico and the damn clothes, instantly throwing his cloak over Max’s shoulders as he watched his princess get accustomed with the guards, too terribly furiously cute. Even better when Rico is probably used to much warmer weather than Max so Rico has just made himself cold for no other reason than to make Max even warmer

I know that ‘kill him’ had Rico going insane. Probably used it as motivation to get everything done and go home.

Max is so fucking insane, it is so unregular to go up to what he thinks is basically his boss, with no other attachments and caress his chest, I don’t care that it saved his life, nobody else knew that then!!!

Max unfortunately girlbossed way too close to the sun. Good on him for killing Sadik, but RIP Queen get better soon.

Rico freaking the fuck out in his POV is so funny to me. He’s worried about Max, mean while Max is tearing his #1 enemy to shreds, confusing everyone and THEN passing out #queenbehaviour

GP to the rescue once again, thank god SOMEONE got it sorted out (I’m also like thrilled you didn’t decide to make the reveal some massive thing that would have given me insane amounts of second hand embarrassment, because I can deal with a lot, but not that.)

Rico doing his bandages 💞💞💞💞😭😭😭😭

Gently moving him onto his chest when Max falls asleep because he’s being too tender, and you’re telling me these two will be fucking nasty soon????? The duality of man.

Do you… uhm… do you have any measurements on that thing… like… you know… just how big.

Omg literally stop it, one of those arms are injured, which means he’s either letting Max sleep on his injured bicep (btw, very hot) or he’s brandishing out a sword with his hurt arm to protect Max AND subconsciously covering him, I literally love him so much he’s such a cutie.

Ofc Max takes absolutely no convincing to go back to sleep, esp when he can be curled into a man twice his size.

I LOVED IT 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

I LOVE IT SO MUCH I LOVE YOUR WRITING ITS SO GOOD IT LITERALLY DRAWS ME IN SO MUCH ITS SO CRAZY!!!!!!

Also!!! I am VERY on board with Pussy potion!!!!! (And maybe it would be a good excuse for Rico to pull out some of his very sexy hand tj hand combat moves after Max drugged/spiked/potioned/pussied/mutated/gene therapised??)

Love you so much queen, get through your finals!!!💞💞💞💞💞💞

you've unlocked a massive yap from me I am so sorry!!

it's not like they call him "Verstappen the Foward Thinking" or anything 😭 he just didn't want to have to say it to max. and then he actually lost the letter, so.

rico is SUCH a wife guy and fmf really just takes that to the extreme. like yeah he's gonna have it commissioned for his beautiful wife who totally knows what's going on- why wouldn't he??

he wants them to be partners!! it's a really big theme that I showcase in his POV's. him and max being as close to equals as possible is incredibly important to him- he doesn't want another yes man, he wants someone he can trust to lead with him. (and in case of emergency, like in the fic, without him as well.) max being so proficient in combat helps on that front as well- they really are evenly matched.

EXACTLY LIKE HOW WAS HE GONNA THINK MARRIAGE 😭 that is not where most people's minds go. especially when you think about the fact that the north is somewhat renowned for the combat skills of their soldiers, and it's well known that the kingdom was having struggles in the east. it really does sort of make sense from his prospective to assume he's being called up to train soldiers.

yes, you are correct that rico made himself colder and max warmer for no reason other than to send the castle gossip mill into an absolute tizzy. (he forgot to consider max is used to much colder temps- just saw that his new consort was outside without any protection and wanted to fix it.)

"kill him" played in his brain on loop. even though it was max who ended up handling things, it's still incredibly hot to rico, who's used to hearing all sorts of variations on "good luck" and "stay safe". max doesn't say any of those things, because up north it's not part of their cultural norms- wishing good luck is seen as telling someone their raw skill isn't enough, and asking someone to stay safe is stupid, because everyone gets hurt eventually. in max's eyes, the most supportive thing he can do is reinforce rico's purpose for leaving- the "kill him" is meant both literally and in the sense of "succeed at what you're leaving to do, and then come home."

max very much hesitated before he gave rico the hide!! not just because it reveals a vulnerability that max himself has exploited before, but also because it's an incredibly difficult material to get ahold of. but he knows saddik is going to be a formidable enemy, and if max and his people have noticed the flaw in the kingdom armor, there's a chance rico's real enemies have as well. max may not be aware of his position as consort at that time, but he's realizing that rico is a good leader, and max doesn't want to be stuck in the castle during a power vacuum if rico were to die. (also, he gets to feel up the hot king. fun bonus!) little does he know he's actually allowed to do that all the time

getting stabbed twice is honestly a pretty good outcome for going up against saddik. most people end up dead! max is much quicker than saddik is expecting- the style of fighting his soldiers use is particularly vulnerable to the speedy style that northern soldiers are trained in, which is why his men fall so easily to max's scouts (seen in the first rico POV). also, max is insane enough to get stabbed and keep going.

max doing all that and then still being confused despite having all the context clues on a silver platter is incredibly on brand. like babes, the king's archenemy just called you a consort and a bed warming whore, what kind of combat advisor position could you possibly think that is 😭

I would never have written it as a grand reveal or some huge thing to a bunch of people! the secondhand embarrassment would've gotten to me as well lmao. besides, it's much more on brand for max to realize quietly and then try and adapt- the same way he didn't know what his position was (and instead tried to figure it without asking). also, it's embarrassing. he's not bringing it up unless he absolutely has to. (or when gp is teasing him)

redoing his bandages and letting max sleep on him <333 love them. also was super fun to write from both POV's because max is like "oh god I'm having horny thoughts about the king- and I'm literally here so we can fuck-" and rico is like "wifey hurt :( but wow the body is incredible." and then both of them assuming the other is being Normal and Not Horny about it. (they totally could've fucked)

big.

yes!! max is sleeping on his uninjured arm, so he's holding the (heavy) sword with his (injured) arm, while also hiding max's wound, while also not really being awake yet. the husband of all time <3

max essentially being like "fuck it, since apparently we're getting married- why the hell not." and going back to bed is incredibly real of him. but with a pillow as cozy as rico, you can't really blame him.

highly illegal pussy potion does come with some varied side effects as the recipients body literally reconfigures itself, so there's. a minor freakout there. rico goes a little crazy. (mostly because it looks like a poisoning at first.)

thank you for reading and loving it so much and leaving such a wonderful comment!!! it's always so much fun for me to see all the little details and chunks that you all like the most <3 I'm having lots of fun with fmf and hopefully getting some new riders on the ver2 train- and they deserved a dedicated chapter fic.

finals continue to final. when does it end.

[yanderepuck]

BABY WE BACK????? A MONTH AND A HALF WITH NO NEW FIC???? please don't get your hopes up I'm holding on by the skin of my teeth. I don't even have the motivation for writing. I have ideas but my brain can't put them into words.

This one I've been wanting to write since October but kinktober was going on and I was struggling with that enough. I really wanna end the year like how I started. Anyway, back to your unregular never-scheduled porn with no plot

You gasp as Charles pushes his fingers deeper. You think he's put three in you now. You squirm as if you're trying to roll over. It feels so good but yet you are trying to close your legs.

"Stay still like a good girl for me."

You bite your lip. You want to stay still. But the pain mixed with pleasure makes you wiggle.

Charles gets between your legs so that they can stay open. His fingers thrust into you harder, getting your hips to jerk up.

"Ahh-hh!"

Your moans make you sound so pathetic. It's just his fingers and yet your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. Your brain is going to mush. After being teased and edged all day, now that you are getting what you want it's overstimulating.

You turn your head and open your eyes to look at him. The redhead is leaning over you, holding your hands above your head with one hand. It is so upset that you can't touch his shirtless body. His jeans are still on but are unbuttoned. Those bright blue-green eyes of his go up and down your body, mainly stopping at your chest to watch your boobs bounce with the thrust of his hand.

Your moans drown out the wet noises happening between your legs. Which you are a little thankful for. You don't want to hear how insanely wet you are.

You feel the position of his fingers move and it feels like you are being stretched more. You moan louder and try rolling again. Your panting picks up and your hips jerk.

"Stay still, princess. I'm positive that you can take my whole hand."

He makes you lay flat on your back and he leans down to kiss your neck. His skin is much cooler than yours but it still feels sticky.

"Spread your legs more. I know you want it. Don't make me have to stop and tie you down."

He tries to sound upset about having to grab the rope but you can hear the excitement.

You whine and try to open your legs wider, but they just want to shut again when his hand thrusts back inside you.

You try to tug your hands free but you have nearly no strength. Your brain is completely shut off.

Feeling that you can barely move your hands, Charles lets you go and sits up. He gets your legs wider now that he has a free hand.

"You're like a fuck doll," he giggles at the idea. "Do you want to be my toy?"

The free hand makes itself busy by rubbing your clit, getting a jerk out of your hips and a moan from your lips.

"I'll take that as a yes," he giggles again. "Don't worry, I take very good care of my things."

Charles thrusts his hand into you, able to get to just about the knuckle. Your body jerks like it's trying to get away.

"You're so close to cumming, princess. Cum and I put my cock in you instead," he tries encouraging you.

He feels you tightening around his fingers more and more. You whine more and try to roll over again. He gropes your chest and forces you onto your back. He squeezes the boob he has a grip on and moves his hand faster.

Your hips try moving with his hand until you finally cum, screaming as you do.

Charles pulls his soaked fingers out of you, wiping them on your thigh before getting his pants off.

You lay there panting, barely able to comprehend anything. Suddenly you get rolled into your stomach.

"Since you wanted to roll over so bad," he rolled you over with a growl. He lifts your ass into the air and before you can react he has filled you up again. You both moan together.

Charles moans lowly. "Fuck you're nice and warm," holding your hips he starts thrusting as if he's putting his frustration out on you. "Ungh - you're going to cum over and over again, aren't you? You're going to keep my cock nice and slick, aren't you?"

All you can do is whine in reply. He must be really worked up if he's talking to you like this. Your hands ball up into the sheets and you shove your face into a pillow. Your walls get wetter at the sound of his voice getting deeper.

"And you're going to take all my cum," one hand reaches around to press against your stomach. "Filling you up to here with cum," his other hand digs into your hips. "It will be dripping down your legs all day."

He thrusts harder, not being bothered by all the lewd noises coming from his cock ramming into you, or the whining and moaning coming from your mouth, or the moans and grunts coming from his.

He's acting like an animal in heat and you're the prey he caught. Each time you cum he gets rougher since he's slicked up more. You feel like you're on the verge of passing out, but every now and then his cock hits a certain way to make you scream.

"You're such a great doll."

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[chaoticmusicmoon]

i've been thinking and came to an idea where mike sings while playing a guitar for will when he'll be vecna'd or possesed again because of absence of cassetes. and it would be like the parallel of love confession from will with the painting. and through misunderstanding Mike will write something sour, angsty love song for him. WE'VE SEEN YOUR GUITAR WHEELER! FINN IS ALSO AN ARTIST/MUSICIAN!!!! PLEASE!!!!!! I KNOW HE CAN SING AND PLAY!!!!!!!!!!!

by sour and angsty i mean like - The Ballad of Lucy Gray Baird from Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes way?????. he's mad and upset because how distant they've become, or Will may have been influenced by vecna/mindflyer and started to act more unregular to his normal behaviour. ykwim????

"Well, all right, I'm bad, but then, you're no prize either All right, I'm bad, but then, that's nothing new You say you won't love me, I won't love you neither Just let me remind you what I am to you" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[darlingofdots]

It's time for the extremely unregular darlingofdots blog census!

[certifiedsexed]

hello! thank you so much for everything you do on this blog, it's been a huge help for me

i am a 16 year old person with a vulva & vagina. i started puberty at about 10 years old, and when i was 12 i had what i thought was my first period. i had bleeding and cramps and the like, but i didn't tell anyone as i thought it was kind of embarassing and i already knew what was happening and what to do about it. over the six months after that i had the same thing happen around 3 more times, lasting about 3 days each time, and then they just... stopped. i knew periods are usually unregular when they first start so i just kept waiting for them to come back, but they never did.

i know i should probably go to my doctor or an ob-gyn about it (and should've a long time ago), but the idea makes me extremely anxious. is it possible for periods to "false start" and then not actually happen for a few more years? do you have any ideas for anything that could cause this i coukd look into?

thanks so much !

Hey! You're very welcome, it's a pleasure so I'm especially glad to hear it's been helpful. <3

So, generally no, there is no "false start" for periods. Periods can be irregular, including stopping entirely like you're talking about, for a lot of reasons but that's not a false start.

Trauma [it does not have to be physical trauma], illness, certain intersex variations, as well as simply having a body that does not keep your period regular like it's supposed to, are all reasons for this. But it's hard for me to get more specific without other symptoms.

It's definitely something to have your doctor check into. Things like this can be dangerous, especially uncontrolled and it's better to know what's causing it than guessing. But I understand your anxiety, going to the doctor can be comfortable and/or inaccessible.

Not sure how helpful this is but let me know if you have anymore questions, Anon! <3