#and that im not coming in to work tomorrow if im sick

[florencetypemaniacs]

Happy birthday, Marcel

Mild NSFW 🔞

You felt your muscles ache as you went up the stairs to the shared apartment with your boyfriend. The weight of everything happening today leaves you with each step. 

The cafe had been a disaster; the shipment of flour didn't come in, so half the pastries were missing from hungry customers. To put matters worse, Aunt Zinnia was out sick, so not only had you worked by yourself, but cleaning and locking up were all on you. 

You sighed as you pulled your key out of your pocket, smiling a little at the welcome mat that Marcel put down when you first moved in. 

The smile on your lips only grew, knowing you were promised this morning a more intimate welcome after getting off work. Since you were both interrupted by a call from your sick aunt,. 

"I'm home!" You said that, shutting the door behind you. A smug smile crossed your face as you saw the light on in your bedroom. "Did you miss me?" 

You stopped in your tracks to see Marcel sitting up in bed with a pile of paperwork on his lap and a pen in hand. A small, healthy snack on the bedside table. Knowing Marcel, it was probably the only thing he had eaten today. 

The smell of ash and sulfur filled the room, and you knew it came from the papers themselves. 

You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend. "I guess your boss paid you a visit." 

Marcel glanced at you, and he instantly perked up, already giving you more room on the bed to lay down. Your dismay must have shown on your face because Marcel gave you an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, love, but Lord Greed needs these papers done by tomorrow." 

"For the love of God." (Or well, Lucifer, in this matter) You griped. 

Marcel gave you a worried look. "Is everything alright, my love?" 

You deflated a little from the nickname and gave him an innocent smile. "That depends on your answer." 

"My answer to what?" 

"Are you going to ditch the paperwork to spend a nice night with me?" 

"I'm afraid these documents can't wait," Marcel said. He gave you another apologetic look before his eyes roamed the papers again. 

You huffed and walked into the closet, getting ready for bed. The soft and silk clothes you wore only slowed your aggravated nerves slightly.

"Is something wrong, love?" Marcel asked, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. 

"No, nothing at all!" 

You could practically feel Marcel's worry from the other room, and you called back. "I thought we would be doing something more fun tonight." You said this as you walked out, only to be met with a confused look. 

"Fun? Like a movie? We can watch a movie after im done." 

"No." Your tone was curt, and Marcel blinked only once before realization crossed his face, and he let out a small. "Oh." 

"You still need to do those documents?" You asked with crossed arms. 

Marcel stared at you for a long time, battling with himself, before sighing. It seemed as if no time passed at all before Marcel was on you. Marcel's hands moved rapidly but softly to remove one piece of clothing after another from your body, until you were naked in front of him, your skin glistening in the lamplight.

The paperwork was forgotten. "My god, you're exquisite," he exclaimed as he resumed his examination of your now-bare physique. His fingertips brushed over silky skin, his tongue massaged taut nipples, and his warm breath sent thrills down your spine. He pulled back with a contented smile, happy with how you shook under his touch.

"So no paperwork?" You snickered, which only earned you a quick laugh before Marcel took off his clothes, with your help, of course. 

For several long moments, you both lost yourself in the overwhelming pleasure washing over you both. Your entire body tingled, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Marcel was good at it. Using your body like a map to make sure that you feel the most pleasure, stop only for a second after each moan, noting it down for later. 

Your body twisted and turned as you battled to keep hold of the headboard. You had no idea how you got to the bed, but you were glad you did. The pleasant warmth of his mouth on your most personal area made you hot as the sulfur air stroked your exposed flesh.

Paperwork: 0, Spicy Time: 1 

[kirishwima]

why is it that the moment i get the tiniest bit of praise i become literal putty

[petricorah]

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[thebirdandhersong]

also mistake not my sudden increase in tumblring and cheerful tags for being more settled now! these are attempts to stampede the occasional spike of depression into the ground as I'm trying to navigate these summer months

[the-yearning-astronaut]

Why? Why did we have to lose Remus so soon after losing Loki? And Jack? We've lost three good good boys in 4 years.

My heart hurts so fucking much. I know my parents did the right thing tonight but I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye 😭

I hope he's no longer suffering. I hope he's at peace.... We knew from the day we adopted him that we would likely lose him early -- he'd always been a sick boy. It's why my dad adopted him after we lost Loki. And we gave him as much love as we could in the time that we had with him. So much love. In those 3 years he was the MOST loved boy.

Goodbye, bud. You were the silliest, stinkiest, most ridiculous and loved of cats. We're gonna miss you so much 😭💛

[sydmarch]

spent months like I need prescription for my mental health give me prescription please please & now that I have it I'm like hm. do I want to have to take meds, actually

[goyurim]

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[cinemacrypt]

So so so fucking angry tonight

[robin-with-a-pen]

UUUUUGH I can't think! anyways- I saw this and HAD to write it- I've reached a stand still tho ):

current writing (unedited, sorry) under the cut:

In truth, I am very sick. 

I am not angry, not upset at all. I have lived a long and fulfilling life. Beside me is my son and my beautiful wife. I am the king of the land, my son will soon take my place on the throne and I can’t be happier.

He’s a stunning young man, a responsible and upstanding gentleman. He will be a kind and just ruler, I know it. I have faith in my son. He will take care of my wife, he will take care of his wife, he will take care of our kingdom. I am proud of him, I am proud of how me and my wife have raised him.

I admit that I can be prideful, and for this reason, I don’t want to admit that I am in pain, but I am. No amount of denial will cure me. I am nearing my end.  Everyday, every action, every breath I take is met with excruciating pain. I no longer have the energy to sit up, I have been rendered a pitiful old man relying on my family to do even the simplest of tasks. 

My son, my perfect boy, has not uttered a single complaint. He is taking care of my wife as she too gets older, he is taking care of me as my health worsens, he is taking care of the castle and its workers, the kingdom and its people, he will be a perfect ruler. He’s already doing the work, all he needs is the title.

When I was much younger, a prophet arrived at my door shortly after I was crowned king. With shaky hands and fear in his eyes he warned me that one day, my eldest son would be the man to take my life. 

“The gods have spoken, they warn me of the misfortune that will befall you. My dear king, your eldest son will be the man to end your life and take your throne.” 

I was terrified. The thought scared me, my son? Betray me? Betray his family, his blood, his kingdom? I had just begun to court my wife, we would soon be wed. The prophecy plagued my mind. My mind became filled with anxieties and doubt.

Would it be greed? Wealth and power? Would I raise a son so selfish he would kill his own father for power? Would I deserve it?  Would I become a terrible father? Would my throne corrupt me? Would My son grow to fear and resent me? Would he kill me out of spite? Would I push him to do it? 

The image of my son, a man who had yet to even be born yet, standing over my corpse with a blade in hand. Blood staining his clothes and a wicked look in his eyes. It haunted me. I began to question everything. As ashamed as I am to admit it, but I even doubted my dear wife. My beautiful bride. What if she was the cause? She could corrupt our child, convince the poor prince to take my life. 

The prophet’s words played on repeat. My son would kill me and take my throne. I had plotted a thousand murders in the name of a man who didn’t exist yet. By the time my wife was pregnant I had even planned to kill the child. 

I had decided that if this child were to be male, I would drown him in the river. I didn’t want to torture my son, I did not want to harm him at all, but I feared what he would become. I feared him. And for nine long months I was plagued with endless anxiety. I feared my wife for the monster she might birth, I feared myself for the sins I might commit. 

Now, I am ashamed of my thoughts, and my actions. Oh, if these fears had stayed in my head I would be a much happier man now, but they did not. The way I treated my dearest, my perfect and beautiful wife was horrid. She dealt with her pregnancy alone, I was much too busy plotting my own murder. Then, when she went into labor I did not think to help her. I did not hold her hand as she birthed our first and only child, I offered her no comfort. 

I stood by the doctor. Watching and waiting. I feel as though my heart had stopped when I saw my son for the first time. My soul had left my body, along with it went any thoughts, considerations, or plans to kill the angel in my wife’s arms. 

He was beautiful. No words could describe the mixture of shame and pride I felt. He looked at me with bright eyes and I couldn’t fathom this boy hurting a soul. Right then, as my wife slept, as I held the boy in my arms, as I rocked him to sleep I vowed to be the father this boy deserved. He might be my killer but he was yet to be tainted. 

Briefly, I even doubted the Gods. I questioned them openly and without fear. How could this precious child be my doom? I wouldn’t allow it.

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Thanks for reading!

[mediocrefruitlover]

:((((

[tendebill]

update: i am becoming more and more sick as we speak

[toastsnaffler]

I will say while I've loved most of elden ring I'm really glad I'm down to just 2 more main boss fights (malenia + maliketh) before I start the endgame boss fights... whew 😮‍💨

[chaotictomtom]

aough....pain

[leenfiend]

dont mind me im just gonna whine in the tags

[summerlycoris]

Guess whos potentially working a triple tomorrow?????????

Im going to transform into my final form if this shit keeps up i swear to god.

[toytulini]

god i really went THREE FUCKING YRS without getting sick i was being so goddamn careful but then my parents got smth and foolish me, didnt step up the level of precaution i was taking around them, and lo and behold, im almost definitely sick