#guess their immune systems are just too strong

[wawapiggy]

am sick today, had to stay home from school

so i’m projecting my sickness onto the chain by drawing them sick

[woso-dreamzzz]

Illness

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: You hide an illness

If you weren't delirious with a fever and sweating bullets, you would have described this moment as the most embarrassing moment of your life.

The semi-final El Clásico was one of the most important of the season and it was such bad luck that you had fallen ill the week before. It was most likely the flu but you never went to any doctor to get it checked out. Instead, you hunkered down in your apartment and refused to leave until you got better.

Only, you never did get fully better. Your immune system was as strong as a wall of feathers so you just decided to channel your inner Oscar winner and pretend you were fine.

You arrived at training every day after taking enough painkillers to fell an ox and hydrate yourself to the point that you were sure that your bladder had to force itself to grow.

It paid off though because you were part of the squad going to Madrid and you caught up on sleep during the train ride so could keep up your façade all the way up to the match day.

Your head was pounding as you finally stepped onto the pitch about ten minutes after half time, sliding easily into Lucy's position as the ball went back into play.

Thankfully, football was an instinct rather than a conscious thought at this point and even with a banging headache, achy limbs and a blocked nose, you played without much issue.

"Hey," Irene said as you took a little break from running to walk over to the corner that was being set up," You okay? You're slower than usual today."

You fanned yourself with your jersey. "Just a little hot."

She gave you an odd look. "It isn't that hot. You haven't been on the pitch for long."

You gave her a shrug and lied straight to her face," Really? I guess I'm just running warm today." You picked up the pace and slotted yourself between Athenea and Olga.

It was almost slow motion as Salma sent a cross into the box. Olga tried to push you forward and away while Athenea's elbow stabbed you straight in the eye.

You dropped like a brick backwards into Olga, who surprised by your sudden weight, dropped you on the floor. Your head banged painfully against the grass and you groaned.

There was a slight ringing in your ears but you couldn't focus on anything but the desperate churning of your stomach. You squeezed your eyes tight to try to stem the swirling but it just made stars explode behind your eyelids as your face throbbed from Athenea's elbow.

Your stomach bubbled up and you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, kid, you okay?" It was Irene and she jostled you slightly.

That was what did it and you rolled over onto your stomach just in time to surrender your dinner.

You burst into tears, sobbing into the grass.

"Holy shit, y/n," Mariona said," You're burning up! Are you sick?"

"You're sick?!"

You continued to cry into the grass. With your usual caretaker (Alexia) out of the team for the rest of the month, it meant Irene was in charge of you.

You couldn't decide if you would rather Alexia at this moment.

"Go away," You cried into the grass.

"Can't do that," Ingrid said as she crouched over you," The medics are coming to get you."

You turned your head to look at her.

"She got you good, huh?" Ingrid said, her fingers ghosting over your swollen eye.

"Ingrid," You croaked out," My head hurts."

"I'm sure. That was a nasty fall."

"Hurt before that too."

She made a sympathetic noise as she helped you sit up for the medics to have a proper look at you.

You were escorted straight off when they checked the dilation of your pupils.

Lucy trailed back with you along with Marta, who looked to already be on the phone with Alexia. You knew your caretaker would be watching the match so it wasn't a surprise that she had already called someone the moment you went down.

"Got quite the shiner there," Lucy commented as she inspected your bruised eye," Trying to look like Mapi?"

"At least it isn't bleeding," You said before descending into a coughing fit, thumping at your chest to try and regain your breath.

Lucy laughed but quietened when Marta held the phone out to you. You tried to ignore the sinking feeling you felt when you saw Alexia's contact picture.

You cleared your throat.

"Hola?"

"I knew it!" Alexia declared.

"Know what?" You tried to play dumb even though your whole body protested.

"When I saw you yesterday and you told me you were back to full health! I knew you were lying to me! You're still sick!"

"Barely." Your defence didn't help when you started coughing again.

"You sound horrible," Alexia said bluntly," You're not playing the final. I'll have you benched."

"I'll be benched anyway. I've got a bruise the size of my fucking country on my eye and a concussion, probably."

"We'll have a talk about hiding illness when you get home," Alexia said," And I'll have to leave a message for your captain."

You would have rolled your eyes if it didn't cause a whole new pain to shoot through your skull. Your nose was all blocked up again so the pressure in your head was only mounting. "You're my captain."

"Your national captain."

"Oh, what? You can't tell Leah! She'll go barmy! I'll be lectured for hours!"

"You're being lectured regardless, by me," Alexia said," Now, rest up, drinks lots and I'll see you in a few days."

You didn't even get the chance to watch the end of the match because Marta forced you back to the hotel and into your room.

"No screens," She said when you moved to turn on the tv.

"Well, what else am I meant to do?" You complained, blowing out your nose.

"Well, for one, you can use the bucket on the floor if you feel like you're going to be sick."

"I'm not going to throw up."

"You threw up on the pitch." Marta just had to remind you of the most embarrassing moment of your life and your cheeks flushed red out of embarrassment now instead of your fever.

"But I won't now."

Marta didn't get time to respond because the door to your room got thrown open and Patri sprawled herself next to you on the bed.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," She teased, dumping some chocolate onto your lap.

"Patri," Marta groaned," She's sick and injured. She needs rest."

"She needs company. She's still human. You can't just lock her in her room like she's Rapunzel."

Marta rolled her eyes and swatted at Patri. "She doesn't need you hindering her recovery. Go on, out with you."

"Nah," Patri said as she got comfortable," I think I'll stay here. Besides, y/n wants me to stay."

You sent Marta your most pathetic and sad look.

"Please, Marta?" You begged," I promise she'll help me. It'll be nice to have some company."

Marta sighed deeply. "Fine but just for now. This all might change by the time Alexia gets her."

You groaned and flopped back to lay against your pillows properly. "Don't remind me."

[morganski-19]

The One with the Cold

Robin walks out of her bedroom to find Steve wrapped in a blanket on the couch. Face down in the pillows.

“Robs, I’m dying.”

“You just have a cold, calm down.”

“Then why am I dying.” He rolls over with a groan, pouting at Robin.

She crosses her arms. “I don’t know what you want from me. You’re the one who decided to work with germ ridden six-year-olds.”

He lets out a long sigh. “I know.”

“Like seriously, I’m surprised you don’t get sick more. You practically get sneezed on daily.”

“I have a strong immune system.”

Robin glares at him.

“Normally. I normally have a strong immune system.”

Robin takes her hand and places it on his forehead. He’s slightly warm. “On a scale of dying to dead, how sick are you?”

“Just regular dying.”

She goes to the bathroom to get the thermometer out of the first aid kit. Putting it in his mouth, she walks away to get a glass of water and some cold medicine. When the thermometer beeps, she looks at it and hands him the pills.

“Just a slight fever, it should be fine. Want some tea or something?”

“Tea would be nice,” Steve says as he retreats back under the blanket.

Robin finds the empty tea box in the cabinet, cursing Steve for leaving it in there. If he wasn’t sick, she’d let him hear it. It’s a bad habit of his. She lets him know that she’s running across the hall to see if they have any.

Nancy’s door is unlocked, like it normally is. She opens it to find Nancy walking around the apartment with cleaning wipes in her hand. Scrubbing at the remotes and surfaces.

“Yours too?” Robin groans.

Nancy turns to her with an annoyed face. “Well, now I know where he got it from. Steve being a giant baby over it too?”

“What do you think? Came over to see if you had any tea, we’re out.”

Nancy throws out the wipe in her hand, placing the container on the counter. “We should, but Eddie always puts the empty boxes back on the shelf.”

“Wow, they were really made for each other,” Robin jokes. “If only they would do something about it.”

Nancy hands Robin a tea bag. “Maybe lay off the teasing for now, Eddie’s claiming he’s dead.”

Robin huffs. “That’s worse than Steve. He’s just regular dying. Do you happen to have a can of soup I can borrow too. I know we don’t have any.”

“Probably.” Nancy roots around in a separate cabinet, pulling out a can of chicken noodle soup. “Here. I just hope I don’t get sick because of this. I can’t miss work this week.”

“I mean, you just sanitized the entire apartment. And probably barred him to his room. You’ll be fine.”

Nancy knocks three times on the table. “Just in case.”

Robin heads back to her apartment after thanking Nancy for the food. “Guess who else your grubby kids got sick. Eddie. But he’s either more dramatic than you are or generally worse. He’s claiming he’s dead. Nancy’s busy cleaning so she doesn’t get sick either.”

She’s cut off when a choked snore comes from the couch. Robin laughs to herself, taking the kettle off the stove before it starts boiling. He won’t be awake for a while anyway. She grabs a book from her room and sits on the armchair, waiting for him to wake up.

It’s a few hours before he does. And the only real reason he wakes up is because he can’t breathe out of his nose anymore. Robin gets him more of the cold meds as he sits up. Shivering as the blanket falls off his shoulders. She actually makes the tea this time.

“Thank you,” he whispers when she hands it to him. Wincing when he burns his tongue.

“I just made that, dingus, it’s going to be hot.”

He shoots her a half-baked glare. “Can’t you save the insults for when I don’t feel like shit.”

Robin smiles. “Nope.”

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added or taken off) @slowandsteddie, @annieofhearts, @cacdyke, @ubpd, @captain--low, @thespaceantwhowrites, @goodolefashionedloverboi, @anne-bennett-cosplayer, @lunaticparisianlady, @apomaro-mellow, @dolphincliffs, @dragonmama76, @maggiebug417, @stevesbipanic, @fearieshadow, @eightpackdiaz, @au79burger @bookworm0690 , @practicallybegging, @potato-of-the-lord, @autumncrocusandladybug, @estrellami-1

[sunny-mercya]

Parents Regrets

02. Fever Nights

Previous | Next

Batfamily x Male Child Reader

Masterlist

Another sleepless night for the Wayne family. A whole week it was now, in which they hadn't got a single amount of sleep. Tired they were, irritated, cranky and grumpy—to put it nicely—on it's finest level.

And the sole cause for this was you.

You had gotten a fever, heaven above knows from where. One of the strong kinds, which a adult could sweat off but a child not.

And a way of telling, for children who are in delay of speaking, was throughout crying.

Jason sighed deeply through his nose. Rubbing his eyes—pressing his palms into them—pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked down at his baby brother, who squirmed around in whining, not crying anymore but still teary eyed, of not liking the warmth—even though the only thing your wearing are diapers and a oversized shirt.

Jason has come, after some months of destroying something in rage, to terms with it of having another sibling, a much younger one, again.

Taking the washcloth from your forehead, Jason picked you up. You were starting to get fussy again and before another hellish cry would erupt from your tiny vocals, Jason decided to carry you a bit around.

«You know I love you sunshine, but a little bit of sleep would be nice, for the both, all of us» said Jason, more to himself than you in the sense of your not able to understand and reply at all.

You weren't the healthiest one—I mean Tim was unhealthy too, but in contrast to Tim, who lacks sleeps, human decency and only drinks his coffee on a empty stomach—wasn't prone to get easily sick, like you do.

Doctor Liz, after many check ups, told them that you have a weak immun system and that there wasn't anything to do about it—expect for medication and treatment vacations.

Jason would've comment, that there was a way—the lazarus pit or some dark magic rituals, but Bruce has already warned him not to bring it up. He could understand it though, doing one of those options would equal lots of pain for you and if your tiny body and mind could handle it was another question.

~~~

It was 4AM and all Tim wanted was a good old big cup of coffee to drink and being interrupted by Jason and the little annoyance of a brother—who cries, screams and shits endless—wasn't part of his plan. Tim glares at them, grip around his cup tighten.

«Can't you keep that thing away from kitchen?»

«Now now Timber, don't be so rude. We're just wanna have some chocolate milk,»

«I swear if he gonna cry again, I will scream.»

Jason ignored Tim, rummaging through the cupboards and fridge with one hand and preparing you a bottle of lukewarm chocolate milk. Hopefully this time you're able to drink it and not vomiting it all out again.

Tim glanced from time to time up from his phone at Jason and you. Tim wouldn't say he hated you, it's just being constantly keep awake from your crying was taking a toll on him.

«I don't think your choco-milk addiction is good for [Name].» mumbles Tim, eyeing the chocolate milk in your bottle wearily.

«Pff, better than Coffee don'tcha think?»

«And what if he is lactose intolerant?»

Jasons amusing smile fall instantly when Tim has pointed out the possibility of it.

«Fuck.» Jason cursed out, thinking back to all the times you had a endless pooping after you drank your chocolate milk. He never thought milk was the reasons for it, thought you only had a very sensitive stomach.

Tim groaned loudly when you started crying again. Hiding his face into his crossed arms onto the counter and screamed.

~~~

Your fever still hadn't gone down. Sometimes it would a bit, but then would rise again and with Jason constantly having giving you milk, a new problem has rising up, which adds to your feverish state.

Bruce bounced you on his leg, humming a melody and shushing you gently, trying to calm you down. Another sleepless night he guessed.

Bruce still doesn't what the reasons is for you feeling so unwell, besides the news of you being lactose intolerant. Maybe he should bring you into the hospital, Liz probably has some medication to help you. Then again Bruce wasn't sure if you would take this form of separation so greatly.

Just for a little bit, just for a little bit more they have to endure sleepless nights. You're recovery would just take a bit of time, nothing to fret.

Oh, but Bruce didn't know just how endless the nights would be go.

[kieran-granola]

Sweet Sorries

(This is a little JayTim Chanukah gift for @silver-snow-77! Thank you for being a lot of fun 💕)

“We missed you at the Manor.”

Jason doesn't flinch but he tenses, his shoulders drawing up as he sets his helmet down on the table. Slowly, he turns around to find Tim sitting at his kitchen table all bundled up in a cozy sweater and scarf. The plate of sufganiyot that Jason cooked and abandoned earlier that day is waiting in front of him, the shape of it somehow accusing in the semi-darkness.

“Who’s we exactly?” Jason asks as he unholsters his guns. 

In the kitchen, Tim shrugs. “Alfred. Bruce. Damian. Me. Take your pick.”

Following his well-practiced routine, Jason unloads his weapons and puts them away in his safe. He'll need to clean them later — to make sure everything will be in working order tomorrow when he heads out into the streets again — but he's got more pressing concerns for now.

“You see me practically everyday, birdie.”

“We don't celebrate Hanukkah everyday, though.”

Jason shrugs off his leather jacket and sprawls on his couch to work on removing his boots. “Technically, for a week, we do.”

Tim's tongue clicks. “Jason.”

“Timothy,” Jason deadpans.

They stare at each other in silence for a minute, then Tim sighs. His shoulders droop, hurt clear on his face. When he speaks, his voice is thin.  “Why didn't you show up? I wanted to spend the night with you. I thought—I was hoping that you wanted to celebrate with me too.”

Shame and guilt bloom in Jason's stomach. Fuck. He's an asshole. He was so caught up in his insecurities, so worried about Bruce's judgment and Alfred's disapproval, that he didn't stop to consider whether Tim would be hurt by his absence. Stomach turning into a mess of knots, he kicks his boots off and stands up. 

“I'm sorry. I was planning to go. I mean—” he gestures to the plate of pastries, “—I even baked. But then I just… I don't know. I couldn't do it.”

Tim bites his lip. “You got scared.”

“I guess.”

“You could have told me. I would have spent the evening with you, we could have—”

“No!” Jason blurts out. “No. It's—You shouldn't have to skip family celebrations just because you decided to fuck the local pariah.”

Tim goes stock-still, his expression smoothing out into an impenetrable mask. “Is that what we're doing? Fucking?”

Dozens of memories flit through Jason’s mind — Tim's smile over shared fries, his strong fingers digging bruises into Jason's hips, heated debates in front of the TV, and days spent curled up together in bed — and his heart stutters. Dammit. He didn’t mean to imply that what they have isn’t serious. 

“No, it's not,” he says slowly. “You know it's not. You're as much of a detective as I am. You’ve got to know how I feel about you.”

“By that logic, you have to know how I feel about you too. But you still left me hanging at the Manor tonight.” 

Jason looks away. Maybe he does know. Maybe he remembers the way Tim took care of him when he was sick despite his own weakened immune system. Maybe he can picture the smile that blooms on his face whenever he wakes up next to Jason. Maybe he knows the shape of Tim's feelings intimately. Maybe he's let him write them across his bones with every kiss and touch.

Maybe it's not enough to compensate for his fear of Bruce anyway.

“I'm sorry,” he repeats. “I should have warned you. I was too caught up in my issues with B to think about you and that was unfair of me. I'll do better next time.”

Tim gives him a long, inscrutable look. Then he sighs. “Alright.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ve got my own hang-ups when it comes to Bruce, so… Apology accepted. On one condition.”

“Anything you want. Just say the word.”

“I want a sufganiyah,” Tim replies lightly. “And a kiss.”

Gratitude fills Jason’s chest with sunshine. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t Tim’s playful answer. To be forgiven so easily and reminded that Tim cares for him all in one fell swoop… It’s a gift he never thought he’d be given.

Eyes stinging, he moves closer and pushes the plate towards Tim. “Take as many as you want. Hell, eat them all. I can always make more.”

Tim grabs a beignet. He takes a bite, and powdered sugar sticks to his mouth, bright and enticing. 

Jason leans in reflexively at the sight. Every inch of him longs for a taste of Tim’s sweetness. As clumsy with his words as he can be, he knows exactly how to touch Tim by now. How to handle him with the care and reverence he doesn’t know how to express when he’s not borrowing a poet’s words. 

(Art commissioned from the lovely @coffeexrage)

Tim notices him staring. He lifts his chin and gives Jason an expectant look, his blue eyes impossibly bright. “Well? That’s only half of what I asked for. Where’s my kiss?”

Laughing quietly, Jason crosses the distance between them and kisses the tip of Tim’s freckled nose. “There.”

Tim scrunches up his nose. “I meant a proper kiss.”

“Finish eating, you gremlin. I’ll kiss you as many times as you want after.”

“You sure about that?” Tim grins slyly. “Because I might need a kiss every day until I die.”

Jason rolls his eyes even as his heart misses a beat. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“Oh, I can drive it harder.” Tim gives him an exaggerated wink.

Flushing, Jason takes a sufganiyah and pushes it against Tim’s lips to shut him up. “Eat or you won’t get any kisses at all.”

“Yessir.” Half-laughing, Tim takes a bite and the two of them share a smile. 

Jason doesn’t know what tomorrow will be like — whether Tim will insist on going to the Manor to light the candles again, and whether he’ll have the strength to accompany him if he does. What he does know, though, is that Tim’s gentle warmth is enough to make him want to keep making an effort. He might never be able to mend things with Bruce, he still damn well intends to nurture his relationship with Tim.

One kiss at a time.

[strstab]

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 - 𝐣.𝐦

summary ; kie’s fever got to you so jj helps you feel better

pairing ; jjaprilbank x fem!reader

notes ; sick readerrr, bath w jj, besitosssss, body lovin, cuddling, our beloved sock, & tinkerbell 🧚

a/n ; so this was actually meant to be out earlier this morning but then got caught up in a family function.. so sorry abt that. ALSO. i was going to post something tuesday but instead of posting it i accidentally deleted it… so shopping w the girls probably won’t happen 😭

after a sleep over at kie’s last weekend, you’ve felt yourself feeling more like shit by the day. on wednesday you were coughing up a storm and now you couldn’t feel your throat or stop sneezing.

you called off of work right after another restless night. jj was at john b’s and kie was the reason you were sick so you couldn’t hang out with her. you were on your third tinkerbell movie with a pile of tissues next to you.

you tried sleeping the sickness away during the day but even with the large amount drowsiness that was killing you slowly, you kept waking up with the same sore throat that wouldn’t seem to disappear. it had been like that since you were feeling symptoms so now you’ve been sleeping like 4 hours a night. or day.

you blew your nose into the tissue and then threw it into the pile. you felt soft fur rub against your neck which meant your cat had joined you in bed.

“sock, please help me. don’t you have powers to make your dear old mom feel better?” you whined just for your cat to give you a blank stare. you huffed and sat up, stretching your arms. you hadn’t gone up to do anything since the second movie started.

you dragged your feet all the way to the kitchen, grabbing a banana off the counter and peeling it open. you took a big bite as you searched the fridge for something else to munch on. there wasn’t much in it. the last person who did groceries was jj. the only things he usually brought home were beer, hot pockets, cookies, an 8th of weed (which he definitely picked it up from his dealer on aisle 10), and cat food. all of which only lasted a week in your house.

you found a cup of strawberry yogurt and decided to diy your brunch. you grabbed a bowl and poured the yogurt into it, then cutting up the banana you got from the counter and placing the bits into the bowl. ‘what a chef i am’ you thought.

you ate your ‘meal’ over the counter while scrolling through instagram. you were watching an interview from a netflix show when you felt strong arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you into their hold. you squealed and looked above to see blonde hair making it’s way to your neck.

wet kisses were placed all over your soft spot. “baby, i’m sickk” you whined pulling away from him.

“i know. and?” he pulled you back, this time holding you tighter.

“i don’t wanna get you sick,” you sniffle and he shrugs. guess getting sick wasn’t a big deal for him. but to be honest, he’s always had a strong immune system.

you were conversing about each other’s day, yours sounding quite boring. he was ranting about how john b wouldn’t let him redecorate the cats ass and how pope smacked the shit out of him while waxing his board.

your responses were short. your throat hurt too much to be talking a lot, so did your stomach to be honest. everything ached. you hopped up from your seat on top of the counter and went to get a bottle of pills. jj watched as you took two pills in your hand and swallowed them with a small cup of water. “what hurts mama?”

“more like what doesn’t hurt.” you sarcastically answered. he stared at you for a minute before smiling and picking you up bridal style. “jj what the hell?!”

your feet were kicking air and your arms wrapped themselves around jj’s shoulders, holding on for dear life. his hand was supporting your back as he made his way to your bedroom.

he placed a kiss on your lips and sat you on the edge of the bed. “did you get any sleep last night?” he asked rubbing the eye bags that were forming below.

you shook your head as he peeped the pile of tissues that sat next to your laptop. “stay right here i’ll be back okay?”

“i mean.. where else would i go” you grumbled as he ran off to the bathroom.

you sat there on your phone, continuously sniffling while he did his thing in the bathroom. quickly after, he ran back out to you and picked you up swiftly, dropping your phone on your bed.

you laughed out loud (lol😜😜😜) as he brought you to the sink in your candle lit bathroom. he stripped you of your clothes, eyes taking in your body that was perfect in every way.

you felt your face heat up when you noticed him, arms quickly trying to cover yourself. “stop staring.”

he chuckled and kissed your lips softly. “just appreciating what’s mine, princess,” he murmured.

you let out a sound of annoyance. “c’mon baby, you know you’re prefect.” he picked you up and placed you in the tub. your muscles immediately relaxed as the heated water touched your skin.

“too hot? cold?”

“‘s perfect, j.” you smiled at his thoughtfulness. he really didn’t have to do this, but it made you happy knowing he cared enough to do so.

everything about the room right now was just calming.

you inhaled the steam and aroma from the cookie scented candle that followed it. as jj massaged your back with soap you let out a hum of pleasure. he peppered kisses on your shoulder and upper back while you relaxed in the water. “mmm, i could fall asleep right now,”

“yeah? seeing how tired you’ve been it seems like you could fall asleep anywhere.”

after your bath you guys cuddled up in bed. his request obv. you protested because you didn’t wanna get him sick but he still didn’t care. he went on a rant while drying you up about how all he wanted to do was be close to you.

so now, you laid head on his chest as his fingers were tangled in your hair. there was still a pinch of guilt in you for having him this close knowing you could get him sick but you couldn’t deny the fact that this felt amazing.

tinkerbell played on the tv instead of the laptop but you weren’t even watching either way. your eyes were half lidded as sleep tried taking you over. you tried fighting it, wanting to appreciate the time you were spending with your boyfriend, but it was winning by a lot.

even though all you were doing was watching a movie in comforting silence, it still meant something to you. so, you wanted to be up for it.

he moved his hand to the side of your thigh and rubbed his thumb against it. “you’re falling asleep on me, love.”

there was no response from you but your eyes were still half open. he patted your side and you perked up. “sorry, what’d you say?”

you felt jj’s chest abruptly shake as he giggled above so you got up fully to look at him. “what’s funny?”

“nothing. just how cute you look half asleep.” he smiled and pushed your head back down to his chest. “jus get rest babe. you need it.”

you buried your face in his hoodie and dozed off while his thumb caressed you softly. maybe all you need was your boyfriend with you to get the rest of a lifetime.

yeah yeahhhh ooohhhhaahahshiegsksba

hey yall. hope u enjoyed thatttt. so if you read my a/n you’d know this was meant to be up earlier this day. (april 1st) but i got caught up in a family reunion kinda thing so yeah..

also i had shopping with the girls (cleo, kie and sarah) in my drafts but i accidentally deleted it bc my fingers tend to touch before reading what it’s going to touch… so yeah that’s gone. -(edit) i tried editing my notes and ALMOST deleted this post too…

y’all know my requests are always open so feel free to request!! or just talk to meee. entertain me guys i’ve been bored

but anyways… i’m cuddling with my cat so i’ll catch you guys laterrrr.

[herofics]

Sick, sick, sick

A/N: I’ve been sick with an influenza of some sort the past few days and I’ve been feeling absolutely miserable, so some comfort with Geto it is

“Aaargh, why the hell does my whole body hurt?” you groaned from the sofa.

Your temperature had been going up and down for the last couple of days, and you’d had a pretty high fever a few times. You felt absolutely horrible, but having Geto there to take care of you was a big help.

“I know it sucks right now, but I’m sure you’ll get better soon” Geto said as he handed you a cup of tea and sat down next to you on the couch.

“How are you not sick? You’ve been taking care of me for days and you’ve not even sneezed in that time” you said grumpily and took a sip of your tea.

“I just don’t get sick very often. I have a strong immune system I guess” Geto shrugged.

“Lucky you” you rolled your eyes with a tired sigh.

You sat there, sipping your tea and just staring at the very bad Christmas movie that was going on TV. You were tired of sitting on the couch or laying in bed, since that’s what you’d been doing for the last two days. You needed to do something.

“I have to take a shower, I feel sweaty and gross, and I’m tired of just sitting around” you complained and got up from the couch.

As soon as the blanket slipped off of you, you felt like you were freezing, but surely a hot shower would help.

“Want some company?” Geto asked.

“No thanks, but come save me if you hear me fall or something. I feel like I might pass out if I exert myself too much” you smiled tiredly.

“Of course. While you take a shower, I’ll make something for you to eat” he smiled softly, getting up from the couch and heading to the kitchen.

You made your way to the bathroom and started taking your clothes off. It felt like your tank top was sticking to your back because of how sweaty you were.

“I hate being sick” you muttered to yourself.

You stepped in the shower and let the warm water wash away some of the aching you were feeling. It was like every joint in your body hurt every time you moved, it was incredibly annoying. You had also been coughing your lungs out and the fever was also kicking your ass quite effectively.

When you got out of the shower, you did feel a bit better, but mostly just cleaner. You went to put on some clean, warm clothes, but you started feeling very weak as you walked to your closet.

“It will go away, just ignore it” you tried to assure yourself.

However, the feeling didn’t go away, if anything, it got worse. You managed to get on one of Geto’s long sleeved shirts and some underwear, before you found yourself laying on the floor.

A few minutes after the shower had turned off, Geto heard a loud thud from the bedroom. He hurried to check on what the sound was, and found you laying on the floor, holding your head.

“What happened? Are you okay?” he asked with a worried tone, kneeling down next to you and helping you to a sitting position.

“I don’t know. I just felt really weak all of a sudden” you mumbled.

“Whatever this illness is, it’s really doing a number on you” Geto said.

“You got that right” you sighed. “Can’t I just get better already? I hate being sick”

“I know you do love, I’m also hoping you’ll get better soon. I hate seeing you like this” Geto said and stood up.

You tried to do so as well, but there was no strength in your legs, so you couldn’t get up.

“I can’t get up” you muttered, feeling embarrassed.

Geto picked you up and carried you back to the couch. He sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“Don’t over exert yourself. I don’t want you getting any worse than you already are” he smiled and leaned in to press a kiss on your forehead.

“Hey, I don’t want you getting sick too” you said as you pressed your palm against his forehead to stop him.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve already caught whatever you have, and if I haven’t, I doubt this is going to change that” he smirked.

“You do feel kind of warm now that you mention it” you said, taking your hand off his forehead.

“I feel fine, besides you’re much worse off than me, so I’ll take care of you” he said, pressing a kiss on your forehead despite your protests.

“Well, now it’s your own fault if you get sick” you chuckled.

“I’ll manage, I’m more worried about you” Geto said.

“I will be fine, Suguru. I love you for worrying about me though”

You felt so lucky to have him there to take care of you.

“I love you too, now get some rest, I’ll finish making you something to eat” Geto said softly, and pressed another kiss on your cheek before heading to the kitchen.

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Yandere Druid

I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to druids (or anything really DnD yet), so if it's wrong or not possible I'm sorry.

yandere druid x gn reader

warnings: threats, party deaths, a bit darker than I usually go with yanderes

not proofread

Thinking about a yandere druid who uses their ability to shift into animals to stay on you so you can't ever leave them.

He just kinda clung onto your party when you and your party were resting at a tavern for a while. None of you really thought anything about it, and were fine with it from a druid possibly being useful.

Gradually however, you and your party start to notice how... unnerving he tends to be. Of course with him being a druid he could just be talking to bugs or something. You and your party know next to nothing about them so that's the best guess. But the whisperings and mumblings at night kept especially you up a lot. Mostly from always ending up stuck closest to him. You could never sneak up and try to hear what he was talking with the possible bugs or something about. He always seemed to know and stop mumbling by the time you got close enough.

Eventually it came that the party wanted him out of the group. They couldn't stand it any longer. He was creepy, but that seemed a bit far. But you really can't go against a group of people, and have a priority of them from being the leader.

Just to be decent though, you tell them one final night, and drop him off at the nearest tavern in the morning. They begrudgingly accepted your term.

---------------

In the morning it was quiet. Too quiet. Usually the rattling of armor could be heard as two of them always get up insanely early to do practice exercises.

You sit up and look around. They're all still sleeping. A stinging pain is on your right leg. Removing your blanket shows what seems to be a bite wound with two prominent holes. Shit, isn't that a venomous snake bite???

The sound of coming footsteps made you look to see the druid running back towards your camp. A pouch is in his hand. He pulls out one with a deep purple liquid and passes it to you.

"It's a vial to make you immune to the venom until it gets through your system! Now hurry, drink it!" He seems out of breath, but how did he get the potions so soon? With how manic he was there was a feeling you shouldn't drink it. You look doubtfully at the vial while he opens the mouth of one of the other party members and pours a different colored one into their mouth.

He looks back at you with a glare.

"drink it!!" His sound of urgency makes you comply without another second thought about it.

It takes only a few moments for the pain to reside. You also suddenly feel really... refreshed? What all else was in there? That wasn't just to help the venom, you're sure of it. A bad feeling sinks deep in your body.

The giant smile that quickly grew on his face made it all the worse.

"What was in that??"

He walks right up to you and keeps a hand on your right shoulder, as if fearing you'd run. "Well, it can't be undone now, so I'll tell you! I basically just gave you the lives of the other party members. They didn't deserve it anyways~"

He what!?

"Why!?"

"They were so annoying, trying to push me away from you. Have you noticed they've been trying to get me out of here from the start?"

A bit, but you genuinely thought they just needed to warm up to him.

He yanks your body close to his. "Your lifespan will be so much longer now too!"

You try to squirm away and run for it. His strength is surprisingly strong as he tightens his grip like a constrictor.

"Ah, ah, ah! don't try to get away now~ I finally have you all alone. And I'm not letting this sweet victory go so soon." He leans to be right by your ear. "And if you even dare trying to leave me, I've got many ways to make sure you'd never be able to even walk again."

That was a threat that you could tell he'd really act up on.

He claps his hands together. "Oh! also you can leave this stuff behind. I already got better stuff waiting at the inn I signed us up in for a couple days, and got us better equipment! That way you can be more comfortable as we get to finally have time to get to know each other more without pests in the way."

You're still thinking of ways to get out of this and run from him.

"oh, and one more thing. Just so you don't dare get any ideas of leaving me, I'm going to be on you and guide you the way there."

You don't like snakes anymore.

Before you can wrap your head around that, he shifts into a medium-sized venomous snake and coils up from your feet to be around your neck, wrapping loosely around it. It's the same venomous snake you said was gorgeous before and asked him to turn into before so you could safely feel the scales of it and see the colors very up close.

He tightens when you go to grab him. Not enough to strangle you, but the threat is there loud and clear.

[cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut]

Thanks to @carlos-in-glasses @jesuisici33 @birdclowns @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @bonheur-cafe @paperstorm @ambiguouspenny @louis-ii-reyes-strand for the tags! It’s nice to get stuck into something new. The main warnings here are grief, loss of a parent, description of injury and death. Just another Wednesday over here 🫣

In some ways, losing his mother is like falling through the ice all over again. In the distant back of his mind, part of him had known it might happen, that untimely, terrible things are possible. He knew it like he knows the taste of sharp air when a scene takes a turn for the worse, the breathless, cutting moment when a patient slips too far out of his reach. He knew it like the feeling of ribs cracking under his hands – strong arms aching, pale fingers interlocked – as he commands life back into a stranger’s long motionless body. These things happen, yet they feel abstract all the same. He knew the ground could have given way beneath him as he crawled on his belly over the ice, adrenaline shielding him from the cold at first. He knew it could have all gone wrong.

But he reaches every call feeling certain that they’ll save someone, and although he’d understood the nature of winter and the cruelties of ice water, he’d reached for that boy with a naive surety that he was safe from the clutches of the thing that was killing him. Patients die, ice cracks and splinters and plunges grown bodies under. These things happen, but they’d never happened to him. The knowledge of every maybe was nothing more than fleeting shadows in his mind – ghosts, long before his mother was one.

But the ice gave way.

His mother hit her head on the sidewalk.

TK almost drowned, almost died, and his mother bled out over concrete no one had paid much thought to until that moment. Someone had to hook TK’s body up to the ventilator once he’d been dragged out of the water, connect him to all those wires and machines just to keep his lungs working. And someone had to wash his mother’s blood from the concrete, call Enzo away from work.

All these things that were always possibilities, but from which TK had naively felt protected, immune. A lot of paramedics get badly hurt in the field. A lot of people lose their mother before they’re twenty-nine.

He guesses he’d just never realised that these things happen ever actually meant they could happen to him, that when his father reminded him there’s no guarantees in this life, for anybody, not only did that apply to TK, but his mother – who was beautiful; kind; strong willed; enthusiastic about Chinese food and cute home decor and the very best fruit teas – was included too.

And now TK’s immune system is shot to shit, and his mother has been gone for three days

Apologies if you’ve done this already as it’s late in the day, but some no pressure tags are below! Plus an Open Tag for anyone who wants to join in!

@welcometololaland @redshirt2 @tailoredshirt @taralaurel @sugdenlovesdingle @goodways @theghostofashton @thebumblecee @lightningboltreader @ladytessa74 @lemonlyman-dotcom @basilsunrise @rosedavid @reasonandfaithinharmony @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @three-drink-amy @thisbuildinghasfeelings @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @inkweedandlizards @detective-giggles @rosedavid @wandering-night19 @wtfuckevenknows @orchidscript @sznofthesticks

[ryuichirou]

I know this might be a bit of a weird ask, but can I get your HCs on which characters you think would prefer having s*x with or without a condom? Like, which ones like being safe and which ones are creampie obsessed

Sorry it took so long for me to reply, Anon. It’s a bit of a difficult thing for me to comment on, because as you might have noticed, we barely have any condoms in our nsfw stuff lol Don’t follow these boys’ example, people! They’re all creampie obsessed, some of them more openly than others lol

Riddle is too embarrassed to even think about sex, but if he was sexually active, he would insist on condoms so aggressively that Floyd (for example) would have to catch him off-guard to get what he wants. Trey sounds like a normal reasonable guy who would absolutely always have condoms on him but would secretly think that creampies are the hottest shit ever. Not sure about Cater, but maybe he would be the one to find a way to make condoms sexy… although I don’t think he has sex all that often.

Ace and Deuce argue about this stuff, god they always argue in our headcanon posts lol Deuce thinks that using condoms is a right thing to do, Ace always tell him that they don’t need them, making Deuce feel stupid, but Deuce doesn’t give up. A lot of time they just end up unintentionally tearing it apart mid-sex lol

Ruggie knows about the importance of condoms, but he doesn’t use them with Leona – Leona doesn’t like how it feels. Jack, if he was to have sex, would always bring condoms, but despite his best intentions his instincts could make him overwhelmed and he’ll forget about them completely.

Octa-trio doesn’t use condoms, but they should, because while their own immune system is strong enough to handle a lot of shit, their lovers might have a reaction to any secretions that merpeople have. Poisonous sperm lol Floyd is the most sexually active, so he gets scolded a lot, especially by Azul who doesn’t want people to complain to him when their stomach starts to feel funny because of Floyd’s juice. Floyd throws a looot of “but it’s TOO TIGHT” tantrums… Jade doesn’t throw any tantrums, he just does whatever he wants and doesn’t talk about his sex life with Azul-the-hypocrite :)

Kalim doesn’t really like how condoms feel, and he really really REALLY enjoys the sight of Jamil’s butt being filled. So he is probably the one to ask Jamil to let him do it raw whenever he gets clingy… Jamil is always going to be against it, strictly against it, he would rather put the condom on Kalim himself, alright he can do it with his mouth, there, happy? But in actuality Jamil also really likes the feeling of being filled with Kalim…….. but it’s too embarrassing, and also A BITCH to clean afterwards.

I’m pretty sure Vil is the biggest safe sex advocate in the world. At least in NRC. If he heard about some of the boys’ habits, he would immediately give them an impromptu safe sex lesson in the most annoying and wordy way possible. And Rook usually does whatever Vil wants, buuuut there’s always this “but”, isn’t there? These two also have “raw” sex, and also do it quite often lol Vil thinks of it as either “alright it’s a treat for you” or “alright this once” but it still happens pretty much regularly. Although there are periods when it doesn’t happen at all for a long time. I guess it depends on their mood.

Epel would not use condoms because Vil said that he should lol I won’t elaborate further.

Idia and Ortho… You’ve probably seen my comic about this topic, so you know lol Idia doesn’t like condoms all that much (unless it’s a kink thing, in which he’s just VERY ASHAMED), but Ortho is fascinated by the concept. It’s a phase…

Lilia is the “do as I say, not as I do” type: he could also give a safe sex lesson but he doesn’t really believe in it. Fae immune system is probably also stronger than humans’, so he only does it for Silver’s sake. But “it” I mean teaches Silver about the importance of condoms of course, not wears one himself. God forbid.

So Silver knows about the importance of condoms, but since he doesn’t usually penetrate anyone, he doesn’t use them. He knows how to put them on his partner’s dick though, both with his hands and his mouth.

Sebek isn’t sure if he should wear one or not. But if he decided to do it, he would probably tear it in 3 places somehow and get emotionally destroyed by the fact that he tried to be responsible but still spilled his juice everywhere…

Malleus… Malleus would be amused by the idea of condoms. But I also have a feeling that he’s never seen one in his life…

[bebefilms]

───────── 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑. ( 18+ )

PAIRING: wonho x fem!reader WORD COUNT: 1k SYNOPSIS: sickness doesn’t stop him from being needy.

From the moment that one customer was hacking up a storm without covering his mouth, the foreseeable future of high body temperatures, fatigue, honey ginger tea, and a trash bin full of used tissues wasn’t too far in the distance. In three days, she found herself tucked under the covers: exhausted, congested, and barely able to lift a finger.

While she has taken off from work, her dutiful beloved has been running around, essentially gathering a ‘get well soon’ basket for her, sans the basket and organization. Even with the grueling work hours, Hoseok shows up at her door with an armful of goodies–cough drops, additional tea, snacks, and various brands of mineral water–and the warmest smile to take care of her. She is grateful to have a partner who cares for her when she’s at her lowest, but the man truly has no concern for himself when he attempts to steal kisses from her.

“Hoseok, my love,” she warns him for the nth time while pushing his face away from her. “Stop trying to kiss me.”

With a pout, he grabs her wrist and positions her hand to cup his cheek. “I haven’t gotten any kisses in a while.”

“Because I’m sick.”

“My immune system will be fine.”

“No.”

He gets progressively whinier but makes no move to pressure her, instead leaning more into her palm while his thumb brushes over her pulse. He’s kneeling beside her bed, but he is still at a distance too close to avoid catching what she has. She has no will to fight him off, her heavy eyelids fluttering closed and threatening to stay shut for the remainder of the evening, and a winded sigh is dragged from her tired lungs. Hoseok merely observes her, a wistful gaze accompanied by the pad of his thumb gently resting on her wrist, and it’s hard to turn away a man who is so soft for her.

“You’re so annoying,” she quietly concludes with a tired smile.

“But you love me, yeah?”

She chuckles. “Ridiculously so.”

“Then I guess I’m very annoying.”

She looks as ghastly as she sounds, yet it doesn’t deter him from coming close–or wanting to. When he attempts to climb into bed, she blocks him with her leg. When he leans even a centimeter too close, she swats him away. He’s rough and burly, but always goes easy on her. That’s not to say that he will go down without a little tumble.

“My god, Hoseok!”

He does manage to climb in next to her, citing their position of him laying behind her as his defense of not getting sick just because she’s not face-to-face with him. She is no doctor but she doubts that their position makes him less susceptible to catching her cold. He’s still clinging to her, muscular arms wrapped around her waist and locking her in. It’s tiring to lecture him like he is a disobedient, codependent child, but she misses the warmth of his embrace. Touch deprivation has a strong hold on her judgment; she really doesn’t want to be let go.

It goes quiet, save the steady rhythm of his breaths as his chest is pressed against her back. She is already heating up from her sickness and having the human equivalent of a furnace trap her in her own bed will surely make her room feel like the pits of hell. She feels her clothes sticking to her skin, courtesy of the sheen of sweat on her, but Hoseok is unfazed. If anything, his hands are just as curious as they usually are, as one slips under her tee.

His fingertips brush over her skin, wandering no higher than her navel, kisses peppering over her nape and shoulder. She wouldn’t have minded his clinginess on normal occasions where she’s alive and well, not sweating, not hot to the touch, and can breathe through both nostrils. She seems to be the only one severely bothered by him voluntarily touching her sickly self, but her disgruntled thoughts shift with a little extra loving and persuading.

“It’s okay,” he reassures while settling between her legs, his hands traveling up her thighs to keep her spread for him. “Just a little taste. That’s all.”

“God, I’m so tired of you..” 

She rubs her eyes, her whiny words of despair not matching up with the small smile on her face. Though she shakes her head, she allows him to drape her legs over his shoulders and bury his face between her thighs.

Her attention is pulled in all different directions by her itchy throat, congested sinuses, and the conscious urge to suppress the coughing fits threatening to escape. Holding in her breath temporarily relieves the persistent itch but it’s difficult to think straight when Hoseok’s mouth is doing the unspeakable on her swollen clit.

His movements are controlled—calculated. He goes easy on her, which would typically make her throw a fit and demand for more, but her newfound patience is solely derived from her cold. Her patience is merely a guest, not a resident. The energy she can barely muster draws her fingers through his hair in a loose grip, and the obscene squelches of his mouth on her slick flesh reminds her that nothing will stop this man from satiating his hunger.

A bated breath parts from her throat, on par with the chills that rush through her weary limbs and down her spine when a single finger sinks inside her. A second one wriggles in a moment later, which goes against his claim of ‘getting a taste’. Nonetheless, he doesn’t stray from his leisurely pace, his mouth continuing to cater to her clit and every inch of her cunt that has yet to be touched while his thick digits stroke her walls.

Hoseok always spoils her, but she feels even more spoiled with his devoted attention to her and her pleasure. He really shouldn’t be in the room with her but as a grown adult who’s capable of making his own decisions, he is adamant on being horny and negligent of his own wellbeing.

“Love,” she breathes, her grip on his tresses fixing a bit stiffer, trembling thighs locking a bit tighter.

He grunts in response, smoldering eyes piercing at her when she peers down at him, and the pace of his tongue and fingers appear to pick up. 

“Easy, sweetheart. I got you.”

[devils-dares]

Male reader x Matt, where the reader takes care of a sick Matt 🥹

wordcount: 506

“You don’t… look well.”

“I feel fine.” His voice, raw and nasally, replies.

“Yeah, I’m calling Foggy, you’re staying home today.” You grab your phone but he snatches it out of your hand.

“‘m fine.” He groans as he gets up, immediately reaching his hands out as if he got hit with the spins. You push him back onto the bed, telling him to sit as you take your phone back with a “hmph” and call Foggy.

He gets out of the bathroom, greeted by the scent of your steeping some strong tea.

“That for me?” He asks, stirring up a couch at the end of his sentence.

“Mhm, and so is this.” You set down a measuring cup filled with medicine and Matt groans.

“I hate taking medicine, you know that.”

“Too bad.” He groans and takes the medicine anyways, more afraid of your wrath than the feeling of the liquid burning down his throat.

“Gross.” He says, and very enthusiastically takes the tea from you to wash away the taste that lingers on his tongue.

“You’re not going out tonight either.”

“This feels like house arrest.”

“Maybe it is.” You say as you take his empty cup and wash it.

“Go lay on the couch, you’re doing no one any good just standing there like a wet puppy.” He grumbles but takes your advice anyway, pulling the thick, fluffy blanket up to his chin.

“Hey,” he calls out to you, “could you grab my sweatshirt from the bedroom.”

“Sure.” By the time you get back to him, he’s already half-asleep.

“Thank you.” He says through a yawn, and you help him pull it over his head.

“Get some sleep Matt,” you say, kissing his forehead, “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

-----

He wakes to the smell of soup. He smells spices and a plethora of flavors as you hum, stirring the pot. Sitting up, he feels groggy and stuffed as he groans, his face hot as he notices his shirt under his sweatshirt is soaked with sweat.

Your cold hand presses against his face when you notice he’s awake.

“Hey, do you wanna take a shower? Dinner’s almost done.” He nods and you smile softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

As the steam fills the bathroom, he finally takes the first deep breath of the day through his nose. He sags a little, no energy left in his body although he’s done nothing but sleep all day.

-----

After dinner and forcing him to take his medication, you take him to bed, tucking him in and sliding in next to him.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Better than this morning.”

“That’s good.” Sleep quickly takes him, and he sleeps right through the night, breathing through his nose subconsciously all night. He wakes only when you sneeze, a nasally groan leaving your body.

“Good morning to you too.”

“How are you already better?” You moan, feeling your toes freezing.

“Good immune system, I guess. My turn to take care of you, pretty boy."

[ask-obt]

So, what do you all do when you get sick?

Malachi: I actually haven't gotten sick since I started living on my own... Usually shima or ji-ji would take turns taking care of me, but I guess now I'll be on my own...

Eilwyn: I curl up in a little ball and let the ocean current take me where it may... And then after floating around a bit I start feeling better and then I'm not sick anymore.

Inigo: I'm too strong to get sick. My immune system is peak.

Dielle: Inigo and I usually get sick around the same time since we share a room! Since I can't go outside, I'll usually just do chores inside instead, like sweeping, picking up after the dojo kids, making soup for everyone...

Rune: You do all that while you're sick?!

Dielle: Oh, I make sure to wash my hands and wear a mask, of course! Even if we all get sick around the same time thanks to the dojo kids, I still try to keep everything sanitary.

Rune: No, not that, I mean... It just sounds really exhausting when you're already feeling bad.

Dielle: It's not so bad! It's a great opportunity to catch up on chores, because by the time I feel better, our home feels extra good to live in!

[beevean]

Want a really unpopular opinion?

Circle of the Moon is grossly overrated, it feels extremely amateurish in terms of design and the fact that many consider it the perfect blend of the series' classic and SOTN styles confuses me more than most things in life

I once saw someone say that the game's penchant for grinding shouldn't be criticized because Aria of Sorrow also has it, forgetting that Aria is easy enough that you can absolutely get by without souls anyway, since they're more like a cool extra to spice up combat encounters and help a bit against the occasional tricky boss, unlike Circle where you pretty much need Cards and good combinations of them so you have little choice but to spend a truck load of time grinding just to have a decent time in this hard as fuck game that doesn't even have a shop for healing items thus forcing you to grind for those as well :).

Agreed.

Most of the time, when people love a game I don't, I can at the very least understand what they like about it. I don't care about Sonic Adventure 2, but that doesn't mean it's a bad game: it simply does things, like streamlining the level design, changing the gameplay style in the middle of a story instead of having six storylines, incentivizing replay value through the ranking system, that appeal to others but not to me. It's fine.

But I genuinely can't understand the appeal of CoTM. Nothing it does seems to me remotely likeable.

Yes, it's hard, for the joy of Classic fans. But why is it hard? Because it cheats.

The movement is ass. You either walk at the speed of snail or you double tap to run. This was annoying in Richter Mode in SoTN, but even more so when it's the default state of the game. Guys, it's one thing to move slowly in a Classic game, because all you have to do is to follow a set path and dodge the obstacles, but in a Metroidvania, where you need to backtrack, I'd like more agility. What literally is the point of giving you the run powerup in the fourth room of the game? Why can't I start with it?

There is no shop, forcing you to grind for something as basic as healing potions, necessary for this kind of genre. This is mean.

There is no healing orb at the end of a boss, literally the only game in the whole series that does this, which forces you to run to the nearest save room to heal - fine most of the time, but after the grueling fight against Hugh, you need to dodge the strong and aggressive Dark Armors before you can get to safety. Oh, you died and have to fight that bastard again? Oh no, sorry, guess you can just go fuck yourself :) this is even meaner.

The castle is not well designed, aside from the excessive platforming. The rooms are copypasted without any significant landmark, and there are too many obstacles of the same kind, meaning that once you get a new powerup, you're going to fumble for a while before you stop finding Heart Max Ups and actually find your way through. Say what you want about HoD, but the sections are so visually distinct that you are going to at the very least orient yourself better.

As you said, the main gimmick of the game, the DSS cards, have an abysmal drop rate, meaning that you pretty much have to glitch in order to use the spells. I was very lucky during my playthrough that the first Ice Armor dropped the card necessary to become immune to ice: without it, the Underground Waterway would have been an awful experience. (with it, it was only extremely annoying due to the constant 5-second stop every time you hit a switch)

and that is not even mentioning the problem most gba games had, especially the earliest ones: screen crunch.

tl;dr: order of ecclesia is not my kind of game either, but i recognize that it's fairly hard, at least.

[sadruru]

For Melissa! Eros 5, Ludus 5, Pragma 2, Philautia 1 please ❤️

Thank you, thank you very much 💘 !!!Disclaimer!!! I may not be able to answer some questions correctly because of the language barrier. I'm sorry 😥

Eros 5

How closely is their opinion of their own beauty (or lack thereof) linked to their confidence? Do they see themselves as more or less worthy of love or sex based on how attractive they feel?

Melissa has never doubted her beauty, in terms of ego she can safely rival Daeran! She is very proud, and this is reinforced every time she uses her looks, and she usually succeeds. After one “specific” incident in the past, she's only gotten more promiscuous and wild. I'm not going to say what it was... But it was a very wrong way to experience “love”. This is definitely not an incident Melissa would want to talk about. Does Melissa consider herself worthy of sex? Yes. She's beautiful and experienced. It's her usual method of relaxing and forgetting herself, like alcohol. Does Melissa consider herself worthy of love? No, never. She stopped expecting to be loved for who she is a long time ago, so she behaves as she pleases, even if no one likes it. What does it matter what others think of you, when everyone has already made up their own mind at first sight?

Ludus 5

What seduction techniques are most likely to be effective when it comes to your OC? Are there some things guaranteed to get them going? Or are they immune to such things?

No cringe during seduction and making yourself look like the king of the world ;D Then you'll just make her laugh. Don't be too assertive if she's not really interested. And if you try to force her... Worst case scenario, you're already dead. In fact, Melissa is open to any kind of flirting. She likes directness and confidence. She might be attracted to an unusual partner. Serious. For example, for her a person is very boring, but if a person has, for example, a lot of scars, it already becomes more interesting. She also likes guys who look tough and strong. ...But then Woljif bursts through the door, breaks her system and steals her heart.ХD

Pragma 2

What is the biggest challenge that your OC has had to overcome in a long-term relationship or friendship? What helped them get through this?

Good question. The biggest challenge for her is trust and faith in a positive outcome. Fear of tomorrow and the future. It's easier to destroy everything herself than to wait for others to do it. Because of this mindset, she almost ruined her life forever. In that case, she would have had a very sad but expected end after the game when she closed the World Wound. Immediately then, no one would ever see the commander again after the battle, and victory for all would be overshadowed by Melissa's sudden disappearance. Maybe someday I'll reveal that ending, but there's a lot of glass in there... You can try to guess what happened to her and where she disappeared to. It's pretty easy. Melissa is often compared to stone or iron for her character and actions, but stone has a tendency to break down over time and iron has a tendency to rust. Let's be honest: Melissa is a funny pessimist with years of severe depression and a self-destructive lifestyle. She doesn't want to appear vulnerable or she'll become unnecessary dead weight. But I try not to give bad endings! Faithful friends will be there to show that they can be trusted and will always help. Time and events will present challenges that will force her to rethink her own life, to stop being afraid and running away, to face her problems head-on instead of hiding behind another drink. And her favorite thief will prove that she is also worthy of love and affection, that he needs her always and he is ready to listen to all her thoughts and problems.

Philautia 1

Does your OC have a healthy sense of their own worth and value? Or do they see themselves as failing to live up to their original potential? Perhaps they are convinced of their own sinful or inadequate nature?

It's the other side of the coin. She thinks she's beautiful, but she has absolutely no appreciation for herself. It's like she's not a diamond, but a copper coin for barter. That's normal for her. Even death hasn't taught her to care about herself, her body or her health. If you cut off Melissa's arm, she wouldn't be too upset. If need be, she will be ready to die for someone very close to her. Before her death she tried to save her friends in this way, it's better not to know what was done to her… But she didn't care. Periodically Melissa and her gang will be caught by inept robbers and murderers. Every time she found a feather from them, as if someone was reminding her of herself on purpose. Never show her the azure feather. It'll blow her mind. I'll try to explain why later. But she's being hunted... It's not uncommon for her to jokingly or seriously say how bad she is, even though the same Ember claims it's not true. In time, that will be corrected. For Woljif's sake, she will become more careful and start to appreciate and take care of herself, because she has someone and something to live for (he will often tell her off). But she will still have a hard time staying unharmed in battle.

A little bonus:

[silverloreley]

Death (or lack thereof) on the Isle of the Lost

The Descendants wave is still on for me and I have to take this thing out of my mind so I can (hopefully) go back to do irl things I actually have to do.

So, the Isle of the Lost. We (the fandom) already talked about many things, but there is one that always makes me ponder, aka the supposed mortality rate.

A lot of fanwriters/headcanoners and so forth insert the death of parents for many Isle kids, but how is it possible, I wonder, that Villains were brought back to life, only to die again? Then why bringing them back to begin with? Let them stay dead!

Unless there was a reason for it. Unless the Villains had already escaped death in the first place (like they did in the webseries Villain’s Lair) OR there was a concrete chance someone on their side could bring them back (and here I call back to Nasira, she’s been the culprit in my top tier headcanon until some time ago).

I already mentioned the Auradon Handbook hints that the Villains briefly ruled the world and there was a Heroes’ revolt to defeat them again, so it’s likely the Beast was elected King in one of the most ancient ways, aka for prowess on the battlefield.

And, if the Heroes had already killed their Villains in the past, and had to fight them again, then it’s likely there was a lot of fear going around it could happen again. Another war, more fights in the lands, more chances of the Villains taking control.

The Isle was made for this, to keep everyone in with no way out, not even death. Because death, for some Villains, is reversible. Because them being alive in seclusion was safer than having them dead.

What does it have to do with the Isle’s mortality rate, you ask? Everything. It means the Barrier very likely doesn’t allow Villains to die, hence no mortality rate in there, not for them.

Now, that would poise a problem, aka the Villains believing themselves invincible. “How to force them to keep each other in check?” someone must have been thinking during the planning.

Through the single thing more dangerous than despair: hope.

Follow me: some of the princesses (and perhaps a certain Fairy) likely thought that if Villains had their own kids to care for, their flesh and blood to protect and nurture, they’d learn love and the value of life and compassion (”even Villains love their kids” echoes very strong here, no?). Very nice, I guess, although a tad too idealistic. Someone with a bit more, uh, common sense may think that as a harsher punishment, not as a chance for redemption. Someone a bit less kind may say: you made us suffer, now watch as the one you may love suffers too, with the little inkling of hope they one day could break you out just to escape the misery. Learn compassion through pain.

Therefore the possibility geriatric characters had children. And one may argue men’s fertility has phases during their lives and older men can still procreate, but women? Once menopause hits, it’s done, no more babies. And yet! Yzma, arguably the oldest of the oldest female villains - biologically - has not one but two children. TWO! I always found it so very weird and the only explanation is that the Barrier’s system is even more cruel than it seemed at first sight, that it kept the Villains in good enough health to allow this for a precise aim.

Because adults can’t die, children can. Children did. All the deaths on the Isle are in the second generation.

Let that sink in. It’s impossible that children are equally immune to death because, otherwise Mal would have known she couldn’t drown when she and Uma were little, or the kids would be a lot more reckless than they are, therefore children can face death, that’s a fact. Perhaps the Barrier keeps them in better health than the living conditions would realistically allow, but death is still a real possibilty for Isle kids.

At the same time, adults can’t die, we said, but how to make sure they won’t ignore the need to protect their perspective progeny (especially before it existed) and go on bloody sprees against each other?

And here comes my idea. Adults can’t die on the Isle, but they can feel the wounds, suffer from the illnesses, feel the pain just as strongly and, in case of lethal situations, since they can’t die, they suffer a thing a few princesses did: a sleeping spell, or rather, a coma-like living death, with some perception of the outside, but no real consciousness nor ability to act. Fear of that would be enough to restrain even the most calloused Villains, especially the ones who are obsessed with control because what can be worse than not having control on their own selves for them?

There’s one more thing I headcanon the Barrier does, and it’s that it mellows the Villains’ minds. I already talked a bit about in the post mentioned above, so I won’t delve into this again, the point is that the weakening of the Villains from a mental point of view can be the Barrier’s doing. Why? It’s possibly the only measure put forth to prevent a too high body count for the kids, other than prevention in the remote possibility they might get out. Because, if the Villains are scatterbrained and uncaring and less evil overall, the kids have better chances of survival, and if they are less cunning they are easier to defeat (evidence of this? I’ll give you one that speaks for itself: Maleficent mistaking the fridge for a safe and being unable to open it).

OR it ould be that every time they should have had a death, they wake up from their coma a little less than they were. A little less smart, a little less quick, a little less elegant, less fearsome, less anything. The more time they “die“ the more is taken from them. As an unpredicted aftereffect of cheating death.

And, ooops, this is a lot darker than I anticipated when I eleborated the idea in my head.