#fhr adjacent?

[glitchy-npc]

woe, mermonster chargestep au notes be upon ye because I was possessed.

[alaraxia]

finally finished some full body art of vesper and her three main outfit variations

[horchatahz]

go to sleep, little earth

[ladyshivs]

Hi! tracing fingers down your partner's chest for Lydia, smiling in-between kisses for Rohid and/ or bridal carries for Richard pretty please? ^^

Total word count: approx. 1850

Fandom: Fallen Hero by Malin Ryden

Pairings: Chargestep (Lydia/Ricardo), Steelstep (Rohid/Chen), Flystep (Richard/Daniel)

Time elapsed: 1 hour, 35 minutes

Physical Intimacy Prompts

Lydia

A zip ran down the center of Lydia’s breastbone and she barely managed to resist biting down on her lower lip. Somewhere, out in the real world, dawn was breaking. The city never fully slept, but there was enough of a lull in activity in Ricardo’s building that it felt like a gentle stirring rather than an uptick in traffic and car alarms.

Her heart begged to differ and was currently trying to climb up out of her throat, slamming into everything it could along the way. Her lungs, her ribs, her. Her. His fingers dipped slightly, tracing a vicious scar over her clavicle before curling away like a whisper of smoke over her chest.

Drifting in aimless patterns over her skin. First light circles, pausing over a ragged edge. A change in texture as he turned his hand over, gliding the backs of his fingernails across the curve of a tattoo. Smooth and rounded, then, as he let his fingertips angle enough to drag nails over her. Not enough to scratch.

A wake up call sent to delicate, tickle flinch nerve endings that sparked to life.

Every touch he was giving her was feather fluff agony, far too light to be satisfying. Too little to settle the pounding of her heart which she knew he could feel, there was no way he couldn’t, it was practically starting a band in her throat and he was being too quiet.

Lydia glanced down and followed his eyes to where his palm was resting flat, just in the center above her sternum. Watching him watching his own fingers, curling in against his palm. Not tight. Not a fist. Impossible to tell where his thoughts were spinning, but not hard to guess. She’d never had the strength to use that weapon—to ask how long he’d spent. Bent over her, pumping her heart to keep her alive. Hands bruising instead of gliding.

He'd cracked ribs. Lydia’s skin tingled as if it could remember.

“Did you really kick Hollow Ground in the teeth?” well. That answered that question.

Lydia hoped the snort didn’t sound forced. “Pssht. Not like I did it for you,” hand coming up, unbidden, to flatten his back out over her. Pressing until he let his fingers go out flat again.

“Thought you said you were only there to help me investigate?” giving her a. She hated when he looked like that. Too bone weary. She hoped he didn’t know he was doing it; the look was better off unintentional. Looking exhausted and solemn instead of teasing and smug. The dig didn’t hit pay dirt, though.

“She wanted me--La Bruja--to join her crew. Or at the very least wanted me to pay her dues to work for her,” not too much of an admission, considering what he already knew.

“Shit, really?” a little note in his voice. Not entirely genuine surprise, then? But that was allowable because his fingers were moving again. Sliding out from under her hand. Drawing designs and patterns over the dip and swell of her breast. “And it was a bad offer?”

“Obviously. I introduced her mouth to my foot at that point, so I’m not sure what else was included in her proposal,” a little embellishment, but only for flare—Ric’s fingers were getting dangerously close to. To. “But there’s no way I’d ever work with her,” muttered without a thought and. “Not knowing how--,” how you hate her. But it was too late. His fingers had slid over a different set of nerves on her chest.

Like watching the edge of a knife descending. One of the many masks slipping into place. This one curled at the corners of his lips, but he forgot to change up his eyes. “So it is because of me,” the tone was gloating, light and proud. Trying to tease, but his stupid fucking eyes weren’t in it and it made Lydia’s chest clench all the tighter for its absence.

Lydia swallowed dry. “Don’t go getting a fat head over it,” too wavy in her throat. “Just because I’m not going to work with your mortal enemy doesn’t mean that I like you or anything,” trying to force the conversation somewhere that light could hit it. Raising his hand up to press her lips to his palm.

Rohid

A quick peck. All it was meant to be, just a quick little smack of lip on lip before they darted out of the door and back to the streets. They were going to let that little blip of contact feed them for the rest of the day.

Spoon had had other plans, weaving his lanky body behind Rohid’s legs and planting himself firmly between the regene and the door. Clearly in cahoots with the man that then pressed himself up against Rohid’s front, smiling into the longer kiss that he stole in retaliation. Pulling a soft sound out of Rohid’s chest with his next move, wrapping his arms tighter around their waist and tugging them. Walking together back towards his couch.

Not asking them not to leave.

Just letting soft touch after soft touch pepper itself along Rohid’s mouth until it curled into a grin for him. Cotton balls of pleasure filling Rohid’s sinus cavities, stuffing them up until the only escape was giggling against Chen’s tongue as it slid between their lips.

The only reasonable counterattack was to return fire, lips stretching thin as they disregarded the urge to fight back their smile and instead nipped at Chen’s bottom lip. Enough to make the man that was.

Huh. When did Chen start pressing them down into the couch cushions? Rohid’s brain politely set the question on fire. It had better things to focus on. Like Chen’s own smile, crooked and twisted and making Rohid’s heart do a very complicated dance with their lungs. And like Chen’s tongue, that was flicking out to try and open them back up again for another, deeper kiss.  

They allowed the intrusion, but they couldn’t wipe the smile off their face. Couldn’t stop the bright, soft tittering escaping their throat. Voice strong for once. Sounding like their old self, for once. Both hands holding Chen’s head still, giving them enough space to press their giggling grin to his cheek.

“Can I stay longer?” was what they meant to ask. There had been so many months between the last time they had been able to speak clearly that hearing it from their own chest hit like a punch to the throat. Their voice withered in their throat halfway through, but Chen’s mouth was there. Hiding the shift with a kiss.

“As long as you want, Ro,” and another. And again. And. “As long as you want,”

Richard

The Drop was always anticipated. Which was shitty of him, and he knew it, but it was there all the same.

Or maybe that was just the excuse he used to curled into the heat of Danny’s chest like an arthritic old dog curling up in a patch of sunlight. Arms pulling him in until Richard could nestle into the crook of his neck and sigh.

There was no whining from his knees, no muttering from his hips, even with the position forcing his joints to flex. Something about the how. The how in how Daniel held him.

The Drop wasn’t incoming, and he knew it. They both knew it. All the letting down had been on Richard’s end.

“Thank you,” whispered. A bitter, curmudgeonly voice from the back of his head protested that being carried around like a doll was demeaning. Every single other voice pushed it to the back of the crowd and gave it dirty looks when it started hissing again.

Daniel shifted his weight slightly and grinned, thoughts swirling up in a wonderfully warm updraft.

“No problem,” chuckling and squeezing him just enough for Richard to sink even further into that sensation. Held fast. As if he were something worth holding onto, despite all the evidence to the contrary. Wingbeats fluttered against his arm. “How is it?” knowing that Richard would know what he meant.

“Healing. At least that’s what they tell me. A little bit better every day,” Shrugging as much as he could, turning his head to let his forehead rest on the swell of Daniel’s trapezius muscle. Separated by a thin cotton t shirt and Richard’s self control that kept him from mouthing at the freckles he knew were waiting there. “It doesn’t hurt too badly today,” it was his hips that had prompted the request.

Bruised pride and stubborn ego had fallen sharply away when he realized that he was going to have to climb the stairs to his apartment and the unseasonable spike of humidity was going to make every step a particularly excruciating torture.

A quick text and Danny had fluttered down from their shared balcony like a falling leaf, looped the grocery bags around either elbow and then, like just another piece of shopping, scooped Richard up against his chest. His thoughts had glowed and spiraled, beyond pleased that Richard was willing to ask for his help. And Richard had only grumbled a few times. Or three. Before Danny had nuzzled his nose against his temple and drove those complaints back into the dark.

Of course, when they landed back up on the balcony, Richard could have easily peeled himself out of Danny’s grip. But.

Well.

It. Well. That thought sheepishly drew a circle with its toe and struggled to make eye contact.

Danny had the decency to laugh and not feel too put upon, carefully maneuvering the shopping off of his forearms without jostling Richard out of his grip. It was a fraction closer to ridiculous than Richard was normally given to but feeling Danny’s heat against him. The safety of his arms and the soft brush of his mind and. He couldn’t bring himself to feel too guilty about having Danny hover for a few more seconds, holding him close. “How was your day?” asked out loud even though Richard could feel the question from a dozen or so miles away.

“It’s better now that I’m home,” with a very pointed squeeze around Danny’s shoulders. Home in your arms, he didn’t say, but pushed the thought loudly enough into Danny’s mind for it to register. For a faint blush to spread over those cheeks, making his scar stand out all the clearer. “What about yours?” casually flipping through the surface thoughts that Daniel always presented like he was browsing magazine covers at the check out line.

A minor altercation. A lot of paperwork. A lot of coffee. Threaded with hints of something much more frustrating that his thoughts were working hard to keep shuffled away. Richard considering dipping his fingers into the fray, but thought better of it. “Not too bad, then?” chuckling as Danny offered up his own shrug.

“Boring,” but the necessary bits were what they were, he added on. Hoping to keep whatever it was that had upset him saved for another time. Softening as he turned his head to kiss Richard between the eyebrows. Point taken, Richard slid out of his head. “Better now that you’re home, though,”

[mutantenfisch]

It's almost 3 am, my high-dosage valerian pill to help with sleeping is kicking in and Baldito has nestled next to my legs.

I am struck by the mighty need to draw my Sidestep, Terry, sleeping sprawled over Chen's couch, being in a tangle pile of limbs with Spoon, who is also sleeping blissfully. Over both of them, a comic-style dreambubble is floating, filled with a children's drawing of a Greyhound head and Terry's head, with a + between them and the word 'friend' in crude crayon letters.

Because that's how I imagine a telepath and a dog's combined visualisation of this thought and emotion to look like 😊

[superkawaiimothman]

Unfortunately, the experiment was a success. Hero-drugs-for-seagulls guy actually did it. So long, Los Diablos.

[retconomics]

a shitton of giveaway art.. surprise surprise its all fhr or fhr-adjacent lmao

in order of appearance: Steel, requested by @aemdraws, @wickedica‘s sidestep Lado, @technicangels sidestep, @lydiaalin‘s sidestep Stella, @mochiibunns‘s sidestep Chester, the unlaws as requested by @kornyo, and @nln4‘s sidesteps, Mikoto and VICTOR

[erikawilkinsme-blog]

When Can You Listen to the Baby's Heartbeat?

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When Can You Listen to the Baby's Heartbeat?

In general, it is possible to hear your baby's heartbeat if you are about eight weeks pregnant using an obstetrics ultrasound. Or you might be in a position to hear the baby's heartbeat during regular prenatal care go to at ten weeks, or even more at 12 weeks frequently, with a fetal Doppler.

The brand new fetal care technologies enable a more precise timeframe now. We now understand that your baby's center starts to beat around six weeks after conception. How early you may hear a heartbeat will change based on the advancement of the infant slightly.

Several factors may influence the exact response to "when is it possible to listen the baby's heartbeat?" Factors like the position of the infant, the positioning of your uterus, your bodyweight and how accurate the conception time is approximated will all influence whether a fetal Doppler or obstetric ultrasound can detect the beat.

Exactly what is a Fetal Doppler?

A Doppler is a machine that problems audio waves towards an object and measures how the audio waves are returned to identify movement, sound, and shape. A fetal Doppler is usually an individually designed ultrasound device that uses the reflection of audio waves off the baby's center to amplify its sound. The technician shall make use of an ultrasound gel, that allows for transparent transmitting, and move the fetal Doppler over your tummy before baby's heartbeat is usually detected.

What Will Your Baby's Heartbeat APPEAR TO BE?

With the doubt of "when is it possible to hear the baby's heartbeat?" answered, you also need to be interested in what your baby's heartbeat appears like.

According to many moms, baby's heartbeat seems like galloping horses - many of them. The baby's heart rate can range between 120 to 160 beats each and every minute in the womb. When you notice it for the very first time, it could be beautiful absolutely.

Note: Remember that if the heart rate is a lot faster or slower compared to the 120 to 160bpm, it could signal a nagging issue and you ought to contact your physician.

Hear just what a baby's heartbeat appears like from 15 weeks pregnant mother's personal knowledge at home:

Is It Possible so that you can Listen to Your Baby's Heartbeats in the home?

When is it feasible to hear the baby's heartbeat? About 8-12 weeks. With that understanding, you might want to listen to your baby's heart beat more regularly, maybe without likely to the doctor's workplace. But is that feasible?

You can buy a fetal Doppler to hear your baby's heartbeat in the home - but which can be tricky as there are a wide variety of factors that may influence how early you can hear the baby's heartbeat. A very much safer wager is to try among these other solutions to listen to the heartbeat between 18 and 20 weeks. By that right time, all the factors that could prevent you from hearing the heartbeat previously no longer will end up being inhibiting the sound.

Ways That YOU MAY USE at Home to listen to Your Baby's Heartbeat

Here are the very best four safe and verified methods to hear the baby's heartbeat.

A stethoscope - No stethoscope but a top quality run just. The better the product quality the much more likely you are to listen to the infant between 18 and 20 weeks.

Pinard Horn - They are often made of real wood and so are carved, so a single end is positioned against the stomach and the many another end against the listener's ear. They are precursors to the present day stethoscope. The just downside to utilizing a Pinard Horn is definitely that the mom can't listen. However, your partner wants it.

Fetoscope -  If the present day stethoscope met up with the Pinard Horn and got there have offspring it will be the Fetoscope. This combines the very best of both global worlds, in addition to the mom-to-be can pay attention as well. The catch can be that how you pay attention is a little unusual. Of going right through the ear Instead, you place the hearing end against your forehead. Your bones work to amplify the audio of the baby's center, so you reach hear and experience their heartbeat.

App - Of course, if you have a need someone has an application that can do it then. Apps like Tiny Beats Baby Heartbeat Monitor might help you to get this done. You set your mobile phone to airplane mode. Therefore, no radio emissions result from your smartphone and make use of its microphone to identify and amplify the defeat. There are also recording options. Therefore, you could share the sounds with your son or daughter with anyone you want.

What CAN IT BE IF YOU FAIL TO Hear Your Baby's Heartbeats?

Now with a clear notion of "When is it possible to listen the baby's heartbeat?" you merely couldn't wait to possess that wonderful experience, however when you visit your doctor then, you just can't hear your baby's heartbeat. What will this mean? Here're some reasons that might lead to the heartbeat to stay undetected. Not absolutely all of the excellent ideas are any trigger for alarm.

Your dates are wrong - It could be hard to pinpoint the conception time for many people, this means your deadline could be off as well. Weekly brings enormous developmental adjustments to your child therefore if your dates are a good full week off, you will not hear that heartbeat when you imagine you should.

Your uterus is tilted - on the amount of tilt; your baby's heart could be too much away to be detected by a Doppler through your tummy.

The baby is turned - The position of the baby impacts how well you can hear a heartbeat also. To identify your baby's heartbeat, the Doppler must hit the infant in a genuine way that's entirely right and proper.

An excessive amount of fat - If a whole lot has been gained simply by you of weight, or were large to start with, this can hinder hearing the baby. Subcutaneous fat is kept in the layers of the acts and skin as soundproofing for the womb. The baby must increase and the heart more powerful to allow the center to be heard.

There could be a miscarriage - This is the one that everyone worries about. Occasionally not having the ability to listen a heartbeat can be an indicator that there's been a miscarriage.

Q&A: How Early May A Doctor Listen to The Baby’s Heartbeat?

Question: How early may a health care provider hear the baby’s heartbeat?

Answer: Before the age group of radar and sonar seeing that applied medically, it had been the old’ stethoscope that was used most to hear the baby often. Sadly this meant a viewer of one - the main one who sat between your earpieces of the stethoscope.

With contemporary obstetrics came the other disciplines of science as put on medicine, and among these benefits was ultrasound. Whether you truly start to see the baby on a display screen or hear the baby’s heartbeat on just a little loudspeaker, the technology is comparable:

Physical structures are sensed by reflection of sounds emitted toward them and by changes in motion, and electric signals are reproduced predicated on these thoughts. Based on the gadget used, these electronic “signatures” are translated into either audible noises or visible images. The striking images are seen readily, but acoustic signals usually take a little longer into the pregnancy to get because, unless you can quickly know what you’re targeting with ultrasound pictures, attempting to shoot for the fetal heart could be a daunting concern when the center and baby are little.

But typically …

With contemporary Doppler devices, a fetal heartbeat could be heard from 10-12 weeks, although not hearing them up to 12 weeks isn't worrisome particularly. With just a stethoscope you’d need to wait until about 18-20 weeks.

Read more: stethoscope reviews

Also, the fetal heart rate is much quicker in early pregnancy than in afterward pregnancy. In the first trimester, the fetal heart rate (FHR) is usually above 140/minute, and as high as 180 sometimes. By the ultimate end of the being pregnant, it is around the 120 ranges usually. A fetal heart rate of less than 100 in early pregnancy isn't an excellent sign, so it’s vital that you differentiate it from the maternal price.

In early pregnancy, picking up the FHR on Doppler might also depend about how well the sound is transmitted via adjacent structures. If the baby is moving around it may be difficult to pick up.

Most pick-ups of the FHR aren't the baby’s real center. Most often it's the swishing of pulsations through the baby’s umbilical cord. This counts. The umbilical cord cannot pulsate without the fetal center-pumping bloodstream through it.

[ladyshivs]

@m3k-fhr for all three of my steps! We were playing with this quiz on the discord 🤣

Richard: 2 meters tall and trying to blend in with the crowd with his CAPE BUFFALO

Lydia: she’s dead, she’s dying. Her handler at the farm compared her to a pig every time she ate.

Rohid. Accurate.

All of these made me laugh hysterically.

[mutantenfisch]

I’m doing it! I am writing the second half of the victory dinner of Ortega and Terry :>

[mutantenfisch]

I guess I can't fall asleep again even though this night was waaay too short (no thanks to you, inconsiderably loud neighbour) and now I'm having this writing idea that ties into the thing I started of Sidestep-era Terry going to Ricardo's place when he can't sleep because of background thoughts noise and Ricardo's presence cancelling that out somehow.

Just that this time it's post-Pychopathor kiss, when they're already established as an item, at least among the Rangers, and make-out kisses on the couch turn into Terry falling asleep on Rico's chest and Rico carrying Terry to bed after a while because having a limp body of 120 pounds laying sprawled over you doesn't exactly make breathing comfortable, especially when you want to watch tv or something. And then Terry wakes up super confused - "huh where am I, how did I get here, did something happen?!?!? Oh no, good, I am still completely dressed, except for my socks??" - and then Rico pops his head through the door, bringing the divine scent of freshly brewed coffee and scrambled eggs and toast with him, smiling at the completely dishevelled, bed-haired and still groggy Terry as if he was the most beautiful person he's ever seen.