#just needed to get the worm out of my brain

[torchickentacos]

Im here for your opinions on roundworms and parasites.

THANK YOU! Your enabling is always appreciated (and I think I have a pokemon ask from you that I lost in my drafts like six months ago????? I'll go find that later!) Here are some of my parasite opinions. Under the read-more because, re: last post's tags, this is not what most of you guys signed up for 😭

My main opinion- worms are, by far, the most interesting type of parasite, even amongst other endoparasites. Exoparasites are largely boring. Sorry to any tick or leech enthusiasts out there. Amoebas (and other protozoan parasites) are just okay. They were more interesting in season 2 of House MD than they are in real life, imo.

Guinea worms (draculculiasis) are maybe the most disgusting type of endoparasite, but thankfully they're incredibly rare. I'll keep it not-revolting but the removal process is disgusting, and not much gets to me but that does. When I was in vetmed classes back in like 2018-2020, I was the person who wanted front-row seats to literally everything, and despite that, guinea worms make me viscerally uncomfortable... but very fascinated. Heartworms are pretty high up there, too, and roundworms do get an honorary mention.

Not really an opinion but I need to know what kind of worm RFK JR has. I have been so darkly fascinated by this for months on end. It's PROBABLY neurocysticercosis, but what if it's something more interesting???? I have never wanted to see the full medical work-up of a politician more badly. I periodically check to see if there's any updates in the brainworm department. ALSO, it didn't actually eat his brain. I'm not a parasitologist but I'm like 95% sure that any worms that would have a presence in the brain would not actively feed on any organic tissue in that sense. It's probably a cyst caused by a calcified tapeworm larvae that damaged surrounding brain tissue. There was probably no actual ingestion of brain tissue despite claims and headlines. BUT IF THERE WAS, I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT IT. But nobody has a concrete answer.

If we want to talk about non-human parasites, then horsehair worms are a fun starting point! They infect insects and cause the insect to seek out water and drown themselves, and then the worm escapes in the water as part of the worm's life cycle. If you've got a strong stomach, go look it up on youtube. It's vile but SO interesting. The Green-banded broodsac is also a lovely little freak. It invades snail's eye stalks and pulses bright, strange colors to attract birds. The bird eats the snail (and the worm) and the worm uses the bird's droppings to scatter its eggs. It's some real freak of nature type shit and I love it.

Also not really an opinion, but I learned very quickly as a child that telling the other kids fun worm facts is not a great way to make friends, but on tumblr it works just fine!

[mrghostrat]

by the way, i'd rather waste my time with you

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[catscidr]

i. note — i have so many thoughts about akademiya era dottore. most of them are silly and fun and cute i promise but some of them are..... Nothing like that. help me i need to Ruin Him. ong when i get my hands on him……… ii. includes — akademiya!dottore (zandik), gn reader iii. cw — i'm literally just rambling so have fun. he's kindof a brat, reader is implied to have more experience. making out, dry humping, outercourse. smut so mdni. no penetration

akademiya!zandik whose social circle is practically nonexistent; if he’s not tinkering with machine parts he found in some abandoned ruin then he’s nose deep into an old book, trying to absorb knowledge directly through the pages. so, of course it’s not a surprise when he doesn’t know how to act normal around people

akademiya!zandik who would be so pent up and so so so sooooo sensitive! he wouldn’t even get himself off ever, choosing to soothe his curiosity about khaenrian machines over his own carnal, lustful needs. even something as simple as a hug gets his blood rushing straight down (much to his frustration!! he's supposed to be a scholar, not some hormonal beast..........)

it would be so easy to rile him up.. be a little too touchy and “oblivious” to how your “platonic” affection gets to him and BAM now he can’t focus on what he’s doing because his heartbeat is just throbbing in his crotch. he’ll read the same line five times before he realizes that nothing is getting through his head (and instead something else is getting in his other head…….)

akademiya!zandik who would most definitely be a whiner. when you finally get him to pay attention to you he’s all mad n whatever, weakly scolding you for even daring to interrupt his studies. but as he swivels his chair around to face you, he sees you standing over him, looking down at his cute scowl, n he feels his cock jump at the sight. you looked almost angelic, the overhead lighting creating a makeshift halo around your head…

zandik who interrupts his own rambling just to look at you. or, uh, to gawk at you. while you peer down at the….. effect you have on him

you step forward and raise your leg to place your knee between his thighs on his chair, and bend down to get closer to his face. his breath hitches and he swallows thickly all while holding your gaze— at this point he might as well have hearts in his eyes. but he’s still scowling n his brows are all furrowed…. wonder when and how he’ll finally lose that tension in his face. hmmmm……..

even just a kiss on the cheek would fluster him, because of course it would! but what about a kiss on the lips? what about a messy french kiss, filled with tongue and teeth clashing clumsily as you absolutely devour him while all he can do is moan into your mouth and shut his eyes to prevent them from rolling back into his skull?

poor baby would be struggling to breathe, fingers tangling themselves into your uniform in a poor attempt to let you know he wants to tap out. you get what he’s trying to do, of course, but why not push him to his limits? tease him a little? his muffled moans feel like music to your ears and you want to hear the entire symphony

but when you finally pull away, a lewd string of saliva connecting your tongues, poor zandik can’t help the moan that leaves his bruised lips. he pulls you in again, chest heaving up and down to catch his breath, n tries to go for another kiss. you let him pull you in but you don’t return the kiss, instead choosing to keep your lips shut tightly as he whines and huffs out elaborate curses to try to make you indulge him

and indulge him you will when he learns how to beg for what he wants. to your surprise he learns fairly quickly— even if he’s a little bad at it. but it’s charming!! “just fucking kiss me again goddamnit”, “i wanna kiss you again. let me kiss you”, and your favourite, “p… please?”

it's right then that you make it your life’s mission, your purpose to make him stutter like that every single day.

and it’s almost cathartic when you touch him, even if your clothes are still in the way. still balancing yourself on the chair (and also pinning him to it in turn, hehe) you bump your knee against his erection, a breathy moan blessing your ears from zandik himself. his grip on your top is so tight you think he might even rip it, god knows the last time he trimmed his nails

zandik who would grind himself on your knee without even realizing what he’s doing, all the while you coo in his ears about what a good job he’s doing, what a good boy he is.

zandik who would yearn for more, who would weakly cuss you out when you refuse to let him fuck you.

zandik who, even with his enormous ego, would still follow you around like a lost puppy, begging you to teach him everything you know

[titaniumions]

hey so. what if i was crazy

[lightbulb-warning]

so has anyone figured out WHY there is the Need To Share our Artworks™ or is it just the vibes and our Soul apparently

[teal-tealwren]

okayy i got to the infamous stone sword stream and um i think im starting to really get y'all now. like i cant stop thinking about subz' duel while zam watches and how it completely changes his frame of mind

because subz had to fight to even get to have this duel, since mapicc and ro felt it wasn't justified, and of course he did it firstly cause he needed an end for his video. but this is such a great example of what i love in this kind of mcrp because when you think about character reasoning he demands a hopeless duel he knows he'll lose, because he cannot trust mapicc and ro to be benevolent. and he does so in front of zam, who is asked not to interfere, who has a history of not stepping in, who is at peak paranoia and is suspicious of everyone, even subz. and zam is so very afraid and he sees the one person who showed up for him when he needed it choose to fight, even if he knows he'll die, because he has to do something. and for subz, this fight is meant to be an ending and it seems to be of the bad kind but then zam stands in front of him and gives him the armor off his back. zam, who was so scared to do anything that might link him to anyone, who was so scared to even come to spawn. subz just opposed mapicc and ro in the most blatant way you can and the first thing zam does is show him indisputable support.

i dont know where i was going with this i guess it's the fact that for subz it's supposed to be just a small dot at the end of a chapter but then for zam it's a slap across the face that is finally enough to tear him out of the web of fear he's been paralyzed in for so long. it's how he's been all alone since he betrayed team awesome and he cannot let himself trust anyone and he's so afraid to cross any more lines he's so afraid to die, and then he sees his friend die in front of him undaunted, and it must shake something deep inside him. because in the end he was wrong not to trust him and he has to do something about it. anything. even if he's scared and even if it's pointless. he owes it to subz. whatever man i'm normal about these characters i'm so normal

[lucraven]

Collection of my favorite dunmesh panels up until the anime leaves off

[ickysmelly]

im on my bullshit again sigh

first meetings are always kinda rough for everyone right???

[yellowistheraddest]

feeling a sudden urge to draw op fanart but i dont have any concrete ideas and my ridiculously long idea list is not scratching the itch

[skyafied]

These Demopet cosmetics make me so mentally ill it’s INSANE

These are all workshop cosmetics!! Go vote for them I need them all in-game yesterday!!!!

MacGuinness

Bonnie

Lil' Nessie

[apocalypticlove]

Soothing burns

Short bowuigi fic ( 4k words !!)

Luigi struggles under the heat of the koopa kingdom, but luckily, Bowser is there to take care of him ...

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Dark brown curls stuck to Luigi's forehead and cheeks like a second skin and he appeared as though he'd finally escaped the scorching sands of Egypt. Nausea churned his gut relentlessly and forced acidic bile up into his throat, most likely a spur of sickness caused by his constant exposure to merciless heat, beads of sweat dripped from the flicks of hair at his nape and ran down his spine - shocking him with additional discomfort and eliciting a drowsy groan. The sensation of his loose shirt clinging to him worsened his urge to lean over the side of the bed and throw up, however, due to his light-headedness he feared he may tumble over the side of it and land with a few broken bones. In contrast to the searing breath that clawed at his shoulder - leaving a rather nasty heat rash - his own was much faster, more like frantic panting, something equivalent to an exhausted dog. The sweltering lava, that rumbled deeply only a short distance away from his room, suffocated the rare breeze that acted as Luigi's life source and left him practically breathless. He snaked a hand up to his shoulder, shielding the vivid patches of scarlet from his lover's steam filled snorts and carefully attempted to shuffle away without waking the somewhat gentle beast. He knew Bowser meant well underneath his stubborn demeanour, he truly cared for Luigi and as a consequence of losing every race he participated in for love, he was extremely clingy. Though he would never admit to it openly, the Koopa king loved keeping his oversized claws wrapped tightly around Luigi - it was endearing but frequently created issues. Bowser was extremely hot headed, physically and emotionally, and the tiniest things could set off his short fuse resulting in violent outbursts - thankfully never directed at Luigi but more so those who resided inside the castle walls.

Deep purrs vibrated from the depths of Bowser's chest as he shifted his musclar arm, laying it over Luigi's hip and weighing him down further into the plush mattress. His body dipped inward as if he was drowning under the various bedsheets and blankets scattered over the bed, placed there by the king himself after he had been ill informed that 'humans preffered warmth' meant that they had the constant desire to burn up much like the koopa. It was a kind gesture, a gesture that had almost been revoked the second Luigi corrected him - Riddled with embarrassment Bowser had attempted to tear the soft material from the human's hands but Luigi soothed him with comforting reassurance and went on to drown in his own sweat later that night.

His sweat was a dark and growing map down the back of his sleep shirt which had transformed it from a soft lime to a forest green. A clammy palm came to pull the material from his flushed skin as he inhaled deeply, unsuccessful in filling his lungs but able to free himself from the irritating green prison after little difficulty. He stared down at the large claw that trapped him, lack of sleep shrouded the usual saturated blue of his iris' but he hadn't a care, his mind evidently preoccupied in thanking the beings above that helped him convince Bowser to remove his spiked bracelets before sleeping at night. If it weren't for some miracle, he had no doubts that the horrid bands would have punctured him at least a hundred times already. Luigi swallowed hard in an attempt to gather some liquid in his mouth to lubricate his cotton dry throat but unfortunately nothing but an abrupt soreness and a loud cough followed. He swiftly clasped a hand over his mouth to stifle any noise but it was far too late.

A warm wetness suddenly flowed across his tender shoulder. Bare skin flashed. The sensation slowly slid across him once more, this time delving closer to his neck, as the Italian choked and jolted forward, attempting to escape the strange feeling. The heated figure lay behind him on his stomach shuffled closer, creating yet another dip that sent Luigi rolling backwards into his strong grasp. The air clung to the slick across his skin, cooling it somewhat to which Luigi was more than grateful but a grimace fixed onto his expression once the realisation struck him that Bowser had tasted his sweat.

"A king needs his beauty sleep, yknow, why are you up?"

Bowser complained gruffly.

Even the most impenetrable kingdom's walls were capable of being broken by Bowser's stern voice, it boomed loudly in Luigi's unadjusted ears despite being, what Bowser considered, a whisper. He exuded a frightening aura whice gave the impression that he had been born and raised to use force and punish the weak, having been designed specifically to be terrifying. However, after getting to know the Koopa better, Luigi found that beneath Bowser's harsh shell lay a compassionate heart.

The strength in Luigi's bones felt oddly limp, as though they were melting, with good reason as Bowser's room had been purposefully surrounded by thick lava because to the Koopa, heat was a luxury, and who else deserved the highest luxury but the king. A defeated huff escaped Luigi's chapped lips as his head fell weakly against his pillow,

"It's too hot, I feel like I can't breathe -"

He gasped suddenly and the movement was more than enough to spook Bowser into action. The taller quickly pushed himself upward into a seating position, fiery eyes pinned to the ruby tint that smeared messily across his partner's cheeks and smothered his freckles. Usually Luigi loved sunny days back in Brooklyn and revelled in the sun's golden rays of warmth, but now his mind raced furiously whilst he kicked the blankets away from himself, as if just touching them would be enough to set him ablaze. With Mario, he shared many wonderful memories of strolling aimlessly through parks to take in the burgeoning flora and indulging in one or two ice creams. The plains conquered by Bowser, however, were devoid of both sunlight and vegetation. The king scanned his surroundings, still suffering the effects of sleep as his mind caught up with him.

His thoughts processed like a time bomb, eager to detonate if he failed to act fast enough, and his scaled hands twitched in anticipation before sweeping Luigi into his muscular arms, lifting him quickly from the king-sized bed and sprinting down the hall. The ground shook violently under Bowser's thrashes, almost knocking guards from their feet. They paled at the sight of the king, and forced themselves backwards into the walls in order to dodge the beast stamping through the hall. Through Luigi's disorienting viewpoint, cold stones seemed to protrude both outwards and inwards as the ceiling spun in varied direction until the brunette gave up the fight and tightly shut his eyes. The jerking motion alerted his claustrophobia and pressed down onto his throat, further supressing his air flow. He scrunched up his round nose and allowed his head and limbs to hang from Bowser's grasp, which, arguably, may have made his stomach feel worse. Bowser's worried attention returned to Luigi burning up in his palm, his brows knotted together.

Instead of acting like a child, he ought to have listened when the human tried to educate him - Guilt welled up in his throat creating a large lump that increasingly became harder and harder to swallow. His spiked tail swung carelessly behind him, swaying unintentionally due to his erratic movements and occasionally colliding with sharp corners and door frames. The human began to huff softly once more, but was forcefully stopped by a groan. His lips parted slightly, but no words were formed. His naked chest was dripping with sweat, creating a brilliant canvas for candlelight to reflect from as they sped past, down corridor and through hallways until finally they reached Luigi's room. The room he was once trapped inside as a prisoner. In hindsight, Bowser might have chosen a less intimidating area for the disoriented male he was cradling, but his mind raced too quickly for him to even consider it. Fortunately, the room was farther from the enormous lava pools and provided the man with more air. The king swiftly opened the door and gently placed Luigi down on his bed, above the bedsheets this time and cautiously sat beside him.

"Hey -" Bowser began as he stretched out his claw and carefully trailed the topside of his nail down the man's cheek then up again, "you're sweating real bad." It wasn't an insult - more so an obvious statement and he hadnt meant for it to sound negative but still Luigi muttered a weak apology, eyes closed and chest slowly rising in a steadier pace. The koopa furrowed his brow in confusion and shook his head, "You don't need to be sorry Lu." He sighed as he leaned down to bury his snout in the side of Luigi's neck, a silent apology in which the green male wish he could've reacted to but his liquid bones prohibited any movement for now.

Even while Luigi cherished the infrequent occasions when Bowser would allow himself to be tender and intimate, the situation wasn't ideal. Each scale that covered the koopa's body sent off a piercing heat that wasn't always apparent until you were so close to him. As he pressed deeper into Luigi's side and huddled closer to him, Bowser unintentionally threw his jaw sharply to one side - the immense size difference coming in clutch to cause unnecessary difficulty. The brunette sucked in air through his teeth and slowly settled down in hopes to rest with bowser a little longer although it was harder said than done whilst the uncomfortable line of sweat returned and trickled awkwardly down his spine once again, luigi huffed and brought his hand up to run his fingers through scarlet locks, earning a quiet trill from his lover. Oh how Luigi loved Bowser's reactions, an amused grin sloppily plastered itself on the plumber's lips. Luigi could tell that Bowser struggled to conceal the obvious sway of his tail when the two were in a close embrace. Oftentimes Bowser would scoff at the slightest display of affection and cross his arms as if he thought the very concept of love was pathetic, but his body would scream otherwise. Whenever he kissed Luigi's cheeks, a deep rumble would erupt from his chest, almost like a purr and despite the aggressive and violent facade he frequently hid behind in public, luigi knew the real him, the kind soul desperate for love, and it was only luigi who was permitted to see that part of him. Kamek came close but their love was more father to son, and of course bowser appreciated the elder for all he had done for him and his kingdom, but his loving bond to luigi was far different.

The dampness of luigi’s sweat hung thickly in the air and began to form beads on his forehead, only causing more confusion for the massive koopa that lay beside him, he had moved Luigi away from the boiling liquid outside so why was he still burning up? Bowser had not yet acknowledged that he could have had a huge impact. He pulled himself up into a sitting position making sure not to jab Luigi with his horns as he removed his chin from Luigi's shoulder,

“Would you enjoy a cold bath?” When his large eyes landed on the other's blushed cheeks, worry filled them.. Luigi was a mess all because of a bit of heat - if the shorter man hadn't been so negatively affected, Bowser was confident that he would find the situation humorous. “I heard that humans were more fragile than us koopa but I didn't think you were this delicate.” Kamek provided him with the majority of his information about outsider breeds and species, and Bowser wasn't sure how things would have turned out if the magikoopa hadn't been there to teach him in the earlier years when he was preparing for Peach. Bowser cautiously lifted Luigi’s arm then dropped it and let it fall back limply to the man’s side before he let out a soft sigh of refusal. Even if he wanted to, Luigi doubted he had the strength to crawl over to the tub let alone walk there and wash himself, simply laying beside Bowser had been too much but he wouldn't openly say that in case it hurt his partner’s feelings. A snort sounded into the steady silence of the bedroom along with a faint cloud of smoke which wafted over Luigi hastily, “cmon, I'm not having you sweating all over these sheets too.”

The same muscular arms from moments prior dipped down to cradle Luigi before pulling him into Bowser’s broad chest, Luigi gasped but ultimately had no fight left in him to resist. After all, there was no harm in having a cold bath especially if it helped him escape a fiery grave but knowing he couldn't move without struggle creeped up his spine, much like the sweat which had sank deep into his skin by now.

Bowser kept Luigi leaned over his shoulder as he went about with the water wanting to make it just right. Luigi lazily pressed his cheek against the cool surface of Bowser’s shell and clung to the base of a large spike to ensure his safety, he enjoyed being so high up because it gave him a perspective into how the world appeared to Bowser but every so often the reality of falling and breaking something would strike him hard and leave him breathless, gasping frantically for air while the world closed in on him. A quiet melody rumbled from Bowser's throat absent mindlessly, acting as a lullaby to ease Luigi and encourage him to rest his eyes while they waited for the rounded tub to fill. Darkness enveloped Luigi as he did so, blanketing his surroundings with pitch black though it wasn't much different from the maroon stones which were already drenched in thick shadows.

This bathroom had no tiles, in contrast to the one in his shared cottage back in the mushroom kingdom, maybe because tiles were easily broken under heavy weight or because stone and rock were easier to come by in the koopa kingdom. His bathroom was a celebration of white and chrome with a hint of lavender which resided in a tiny vase beside the sink but there, it was evidently the opposite, Luigi wouldn't claim this bathroom to be his specifically since it connected to a room he once dreaded but now that he stayed with Bowser, it clearly belonged to him, as noone else was allowed to sleep inside it per king’s orders.

Eventually, a claw pulled at Luigi's waist and carelessly raised him like a doll, stealing him from his thoughts. Luigi's hands rushed up to Bowser's in an attempt to cling to him for safety as he was lifted into the air, but his loose grip was fleeting before his feet came into contact with the cool stone. A petrified shriek burnt Luigi's throat as quickly as it had come, instantaneously overwhelming his frame with regret. In the process of moving, all the heated colours from the human’s skin had drained which was arguably a plus in Bowser’s eyes but to Luigi, still clutching his racing heart, he wished for nothing more than to scold the large koopa who dared to grin stupidly in his direction.

“You could've killed me!”

“could've.”

Luigi stumbled forward as if his limbs were not his own, as if any effort of stability was a negotiation rather than an order. The enormous beast gave a loud huff of laughter as Luigi winced and quickly held out his arms for balance, causing Luigi to frown briefly before the slight fury flared away like a flame. Undoubtedly, the heat was starting to wear on him and affect his disposition, but he persisted in trying to control his anger because he knew Bowsers burned brighter and that, like dominoes, even the smallest provocation could send him on another rampage. He stood awkwardly for a moment as he steadied himself physically and mentally, still boiling under the others intrigued gaze until,

“Strip.” Bowser's command, though not in rage, caught Luigi off guard.

“Excuse me?” His cheeks flushed with unanticipated fear, and his hands jerked to each side of his arms, holding himself and becoming acutely aware of his bare chest. Sweat clung to his skin, making him feel unpleasantly sticky.

“C’mon greenie, off with the shorts, or would you like to get them all wet?”

Bowser quirked a brow and finally stopped the taps from running. Silence engulfed them, weighing down on Luigi's shoulders but not seeming to disturb Bowser as he readied fresh towels - still waiting for the other to fulfil his order. Which he did, after minutes of anxious hesitation, he turned his back toward the monarch and quickly tried shoving the fabric down, much like ripping off a bandaid, but the waistband hugged his hips making it a little harder to escape them. The bold burning of Bowser’s enthralled stare scolded him as he shimmied out of his clothing having to give them an extra tug before they were on the ground. Luigi feared turning back to face the other; he couldn't; he'd only recently regained his steady heartbeat, but now it was racing all over again.

They had been together for a few weeks, but because they were both new to relationships, Luigi thought they were still in their puppy love phase - still relatively fresh. This meant that he had every right to cower under his intense gaze, he glanced over his shoulder and covered himself with his hands - side stepping closer to the tub before hurriedly climbing inside.

As the icy cold water rose up to his shoulders, it quickly shocked his nerves and caused him to gasp for air.While the liquid repeatedly flowed over his freckled shoulders, the chill rushed to rival the warmth in his blood. His back vaults as if he were trying to escape the zapping cold, and his blood is frozen in his veins.The water didn't need to be completely frozen because his body had already acclimated to the drop in temperature moments before; lukewarm water would have sufficed but alas, beggars couldn't be choosers and Bowser didn't have to take care of him.

Luigi pressed his palms together and gathered a small puddle of water before lifting up his outstretched hand, watching as the clear liquid spilled from between his fingers and back into the human sized tub. The man's tired gaze strayed over to his lover who knelt beside him, his desire to join Luigi clearly illustrated in the want that pooled inside his large eyes and the nail that lazily trailed up and down Luigi's thigh to grasp any contact he could - ignoring this, the brunette sank deeper into the frigid water after uncovering comfort after the initial shock. Luigi embraced the shiver that ran down his spine and the goosebumps that trailed up his arms while the king shifted slightly, lowering himself until his chin reached the edge of the tub, hot breath slowly blowing over the other.

“You’re not very sneaky..” a huff of laughter came from the brunette as he lifted his legs - drawing them closer to his chest in order to hide himself from Bowser’s lingering gaze which met his shy expression a second too late. As shameless as ever, the koopa rewarded him with a smug grin and a simple shrug,

“you’re fascinating, can you blame me?” The question was rhetorical but Luigi found himself needing to retort anyway.

“You’ve seen it all before,”

“And I could see everything a thousand times more before I ever got bored with you..”

Bowser bent over the tub and pressed his lips to Luigi's cheek, idly ruffling his curly hair, which had been untouched by the water except for a few strands that hung loosely below his jawline. Luigi welcomed the soothing contact and leaned into it with a soft smile and closed eyes. There was something so peaceful about seeing the king behind doors, the caring side of him that longed for constant affection, it made his heart flutter. Luigi drew in a shaky breath and averted his gaze until gentle kisses were peppered along his cheek - The last one dared to approach Luigi's lips, but Luigi smiled and turned away. A light blush painted his cheeks giving Bowser the reaction he yearned for,

“Hmm, how are you feeling now? Better i hope..”

In response, Luigi murmured gently and laid his head back against the tub's ring, displaying the beautiful curve of his neck. He also lowered his legs gradually, allowing his weariness to take control and lull him into a half-doze. Bowser picked up a sponge and soaked it in the cool water then dragged it carefully along his chest, watching as water spilled freely from it. Luigi gasped softly at the unexpected contact and lolled his head to the side to lazily watch his lover in all his gentle glory. Bowser, in turn, couldn't resist admiring the human, who melted so easily under his care. It was extremely rare to share time with anyone who wasn't constantly onguard to protect themselves from even his smallest movements, they had come a long way from poor, petrified luigi and wild, dangerous Bowser, they were equal, even if bowser still denied it at times for the sake of his ego. The brunette's lips curved into a lopsided smile as he let his eyes flutter close again, Bowser studied each long eyelash and trailed the sponge up to the red blotches on his shoulder where he had evidently burned him. Guilt struck him in the chest like an arrow, even when he didn't mean to, he still managed to hurt Luigi.

The king washed the sweat from his skin while Luigi rested, still wearing a slight smile until Bowser was satisfied and decided it was time to get back to bed before the other fell asleep in the bath..

“let's go back to bed- you can't sleep here”

Bowser's hands sank into the icy sea and slowly raised the human, who awoke promptly as the cool air touched him. Luigi squealed loudly and covered himself again while he hastily attempted to adjust into a sitting position, water spilling from over his gleaming body and falling back into the tub.

“What are you doing?!” Luigi panicked as he crossed his legs and held onto the beast for security before a towel was draped over him,

“hey -”

Upon seeing the other's scowl and strange silence, his wide eyes shrank. He wrapped his arms around his thumb in a small embrace, which swiftly snapped Bowser out of his mental trap, promptly looking down at the fragile being cradled in his palms. His concerned expression fleeted once their eyes met and Bowser found himself hiding again behind a facade of strength, Luigi didn't need to speak - Bowser already knew what he wanted to ask but before the plumber could part his lips the koopa was rushing back into the bedroom. Rage and disappointment in himself burned the lining of his stomach and came to scold his throat, causing each scale that ran along his frame to heat up immensely. Although his expression was neutral, his body screamed the truth, and the man sat in his hands felt the change in temperature immediately. Bowser didn't want Luigi to see him angry, in fear that it would set them back a thousand steps, he wouldn't forgive himself if he instilled fear inside Luigi’s heart again. Shame dawned on him and casted a shadow of self hatred over his shoulder becoming increasingly harder to ignore. Luigi furrowed his brows in worry and pressed a kiss to the pad of his thumb in hopes to cheer him up a little which fortunately it did, Bowser flashed him a small smile and placed him back onto the bed. Quilts welcomed him and twisted beneath his legs

“There, you can rest now..” he sighed and remained in place, stood beside the bed, just watching and waiting until a scoff left Luigi,

“what's so funny?” Bowser seemed offended so he quickly lifted a hand in defence and shook his head,

“Sorry- I wasn't laughing at you I promise! I just .. need my shorts.”

While his cheeks began to warm somewhat, Bowser halted for a second, surprised at himself for forgetting to redress the man, but in order to spare himself further humiliation, he chose to go along with it and act as though it had been his goal all along.

“You were hot before, so I think sleeping without them will benefit you.”

“What? But they're only shorts!”

“Tough, I don't want you melting again.” as stubborn as ever, he crossed his arms before leaning over to pull back the blanket - Luigi laughed at this, shorts were a no but a thick duvet was apparently okay. Bowser avoided Luigi’s amused smirk as he crawled into the bed himself, soon patting the space next to him to invite his partner. He hesitated, but soon hung his head and yielded, moving to lie next to Bowser on his side so that the king could once more put an arm over him. As he drew the naked man closer, Bowser apparently felt more at ease and assumed a smug expression. He placed a claw just below the man's belly button and raked his nails through the trail of hair that led downwards.

“Keep those hands to yourself,”

A breathy laugh came from behind him in response, but soon enough, the hand shifted to rub comforting circles on his hip and waist, respectfully listening to Luigi’s statement and letting him relax into the large pillows.

[milf-murdock]

New to your page!

I saw you were writing a pt 2 to the Simon and reader being caught kissing? thats been my favorite of yours so far and I’m curious if there will be more! Lol I can’t stop reading !

Welcome!!! I’m so glad you’re here ☺️🫶

I also dearly loved that piece, and did at one point have some ideas for a part 2. But nothing really jumped out at me inspiration wise. I had a couple ideas rolling around but nothing that was like “omg I have to write this.”

I have been very curious lately what it is about that specific piece people seemed to love so much. It’s at almost 11k notes, which is wild to me, so clearly it struck a chord. And honestly I’ve been a little intimidated to continue the story and potentially ruin whatever people thought should happen next.

So, I’m not saying it won’t happen. I’ll give it some more thought and see if I can overcome those feelings and settle my mind on a plot for a part two.

Thank you for the message and the support 🖤 it means more than you know!!

[monards]

do you guys ever think about that one albether / rhinealice hot chocolate fic. Because I do

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

lies on the floor and has just So Many Feelings about all the ways in which pericles and cassidy are foils, one of them being the comparison between how they use constant, vocal, unabashed affirmation of the qualities they value about themselves to cope with rock bottom self-esteem.

there's so much to be said here about how pericles' 'positive' self-talk is ultimately destructive to himself and everyone around him, whereas cassidy's has both been healing for her and held her back from processing her self-loathing in other ways, and so much of that has to do with her experiencing firsthand the results of pericles' shit handling of his poor self-esteem and desperately not wanting to be anything like him. fuck me up man

[canarydarity]

Sooooo, what's your super specific jimmy au based on a historical figure about? 👀

oh you mean the one I am desperately trying to get my brain not to think about because I already HAVE a super niche jimmy au based on a historical figure? I'm so glad you asked <3

Grace Darling was the 22 year old daughter of a lighthouse keeper on the Farne Islands in the UK.

Early in the morning on September 7th 1838, she saw what she believed to be a shipwreck snagged on the rocks of one of the nearby islands. She convinced her father—who thought the idea much too dangerous—to accompany her to the wreck where they managed to save the lives of nine people.

This kind of thing made her INSTANTLY FAMOUS. like she was renowned worldwide for her bravery and empathy for others and for having done this etc. Artists traveled from ALL over to be able to draw portraits of her (people would pay so much money to have one to stick in their wallet. she was THAT famous), she was CONSTANTLY being interviewed by news outlets, Queen Victoria sent her £50!! they wrote each other letters!!!! She received a medal etc.

but grace hated the attention, and she was always saying she'd only done what any person would've and that was all!! she did not deserve nor want a pedestal!!! she asked kindly for it to stop!!! and it :')) did not :')).......

she could not leave her house without being swarmed by people and she was constantly being made to sit for portraits or strangers would beg her for a lock of her hair and it was a LOT! but she felt OBLIGATED to entertain it because it was SUPPOSEDLY well-intentioned!!! she was pressured to go on a tour around the country to speak about that day and her experience and she was SO worn down by the years of attention at this point that on this tour she....contracted tuberculosis and....died. at 26. and this just of course. pushed her even further into the spotlight and now in her death she is this. martyr. further memorialized in the media against her wishes as this hero. and I just. am so so sad for her. and wish she got some peace. she saved the lives of 9 people and she was in a way harassed for it until she,,,,,,,,,,,,

AND I JUST THINK THAT I CAN CANARY CURSE THAT. IN A WAY. MAYBE. I DONT KNOWWW I DONT KNOW. I CAN JIMMY THIS..........

tell me that the idea of Jimmy as a victorian era lighthouse keeper doesnt fucking SLAP. LIKE, im already picturing his wardrobe. UGH! hes so tortured. to me.

its not really an au yet....but it...but my brain is....its trying to make it so....something where i can talk about grace darling and how horribly upset I am about the way she was treated while also fitting jimmy into a victorian lighthouse setting.........................

Dont ask why my first instinct whenever I become obsessed and empathize with a new niche historical figure is to go "can I jimmy them?"

also pay no attention to the way both niche historical figures Ive done this to's stories have revolved around being the center of media storms outside of their control.

if you couldn't tell working at a museum is bad. for me personally. /silly