#mama sick

[observeowl]

Mama sick N.R

Natasha Romanoff x daughter!Reader

Summary: Natasha woke up sick. Wanda and R tries to help make Natasha feels better

Note: R is like 2/3 years old

Natasha woke up the morning slightly later than usual and felt a weight on her body. She looked down and you were lying peacefully on her with your thumb in your mouth from sucking in the middle of the night. She took your thumb out and rubbed your back, giving you more time to sleep so you wouldn’t be cranky later. 

Minutes later, she decided to wake you up to start the day. “Y/N” She whispered softly trying to wake you up but her voice came out scratchy. You whimpered slightly but continued sleeping. “Y/N, it’s time to wake up.” Nat decided to hold you and walk to the bathroom but when she stood up she felt slightly dizzy and weak, falling to her knees. 

She held you tight so you didn’t fall off but you hit your head on the floor causing you to cry. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She checked your head for any injuries while calming you down. 

“Nat! Are you coming down for breakfast?” Wanda came in to check on Natasha since she normally would already be down at the kitchen drinking her coffee. “Are you okay?” Wanda asked when she saw Natasha and you on the floor sniffing. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m coming down.” Nat said in a hoarse voice. Placing a hand on the bed while holding you with the other, she pushed herself up. 

“You clearly don’t sound good. I think you’re sick Nat.” She took you from her and insisted Natasha rest in bed. “I will make something for you to get better.”

“Come on, let’s go. Mama’s sick.” Wanda bounced you around and brought you to the kitchen with the others, notifying them that Natasha’s sick and wouldn’t be coming down. 

“Mama sick?” You said sadly. 

“Yes, we are going to give her medicine to make her feel better.” Wanda decided to include you so you don’t feel left out. 

Wanda gave you half a lemon and a plastic cup. “Squeeze it so we can’t see the bottom okay?” 

“Hugn.” You nodded and took the lemon and cup to sit on the floor and started working. You shook the lemon into the cup and checked your progress but nothing happened. You looked at Wanda but she was busy at the stove.

Using your tiny hands, you squeeze the lemon as hard as you can and you see a single drop in the cup. “Wanda!” You shouted excitedly at your progress. 

“That’s good bubs, continue yeah?” She ruffled your hair and you continued squeezing it. 

“Urghhh.” Was the sound you made at every squeeze. The lemon no longer looked round as before once you finished. Looking satisfied with your work, you stood up excited but accidentally knocked over the cup in the process. 

“Uh oh.” You mumbled quietly at your work being on the floor. Wanda was quick to get to your side and reassure you it was okay. She gave you another lemon if you wanted another go. You took it and continued in your corner.

“You sure are one determined child.” Wanda said quietly as she cleaned up your mess. After cleaning up, she remembered there’s a juicer and you wouldn’t have such a hard time squeezing the lemon. “Oh well…”

Once you were done, you carefully this time gave it to Wanda for her to make a warm honey lemon juice for your mama. Along with the soup she made, she brought it with her to Natasha who was sleeping. 

You touched your mama’s face as she was crying in her sleep, hoping to stop her cries. “Mama, don’t cry.” She managed to wake up but her eyes sting causing her to tear up. “Y/N, what did you do?” 

“It’s probably the lemon juice.” Wanda said as she passed her the honey lemon. “Y/N made this for you to get better.” 

“You did? Thank you Y/N.” 

“Hugn.” You nodded and pushed the cup closer to your mama, urging her to drink. “Mama drink.” 

She took a sip. “Thank you Y/N.” You giggled. Nat received the soup from Wanda and all you sat there as Natasha drank the soup. You were sitting in Wanda’s lap as you played with her necklace not thinking that your mama was still sick. 

When Natasha was done, she passed the bowl to Wanda who took you out of the room with her. “But mama okay?” 

“The honey lemon is not going to make her instantly better sweetie.” Your face instantly changed to a gloom. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. But I don’t want to make you sick too.” Natasha's voice was still hoarse but it wasn’t as bad as it was in the morning. 

Despite your protest of staying behind by flailing your arms and kicking your legs, you were brought out of the room. You stood by the door with your head in on the door silently, wanting to go in.

Natasha felt bad that you couldn’t be near her mama but she didn’t want you catching the flu too. She went back to sleep hoping to get better soon so she could get back to you. 

“Come on Y/N, you can’t be standing there forever.” Clint came to persuade you after numerous failed attempts from Wanda. “You can have ice cream.” He tried to bribe you but you refused to move. You sat by the door wanting your mama to come out and play with you. 

Soon you felt tired sitting there doing nothing so you ended up falling asleep by the door and Wanda carried you to her room so you could rest properly.

[wowa-bublord]

You have to stay determined! You can't give up… You are the future of humans and monsters.

w/out flowers and stuff under cut!!! vvvvv

[fairydrowning]

There's a saying in arabic "يا ريت انا ولا انت" which translates to "I wish it were me not you" and you say it to the ones you love when they're unwell. Its like....I love you so much that I'd rather be in pain than watch you suffer. And I think thats beautiful.

– Via "raniareflects" on Tumblr

[kabutoden]

sorriez for not posting I am now responsible for SEVEN PUPPIES

SEVEN

PUPPIES

[gaycavendish]

im almost sure this has been done before but heres my fav montage in gif form

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Skin to Skin: Baby and the Bees

One week after Yang and Ruby brought an orphaned baby Faunus back to their safehouse in Vacuo.

Baby: (completely flush and shivering, lethargic, and whimpering)

Blake: Mom, I'm really starting to worry about her. Is there anything we can do?

Kali: Unfortunately, babies can't have most pharmaceutical medications, and I've already tried every holistic remedy I know.

Yang: So, there's literally nothing we can do?

Blake: (strokes the baby's cheek)

Kali: (watches as the baby wiggles her head weakly, almost like she's trying to keep the hand on her face) ....I have an idea, and honestly I'm a little upset I didn't think of it sooner. Some mother I am.

Blake & Yang: What is it?!

Kali: Blake, dear, take off your shirt, please?

Blake: (blinks with a blush) Excuse you?

Kali: Take off your shirt.

Blake: .........You take off your shirt.

Kali: Dear, I don't think Yang would appreciate seeing her future mother-in-law topless.

Yang: (covers her eyes as a steaming red blush colors her entire face) Kali!

Blake: Mom! Y-Yang and I haven't even- W-We haven't-

Kali: Had sex? I'm honestly surprised by that. But, that's besides the point! This is to help the baby. Now (claps her hands) chop-chop! Off with the shirt!

Blake: (whining) Why???

Kali: Just trust the process, dear.

Blake: (groans) Fine! (takes off her shirt and stands awkwardly) Now what?

Yang: (eyes unconsciously zero in on Blake's almost naked torso)

Kali: Bra too.

Blake: MOM!!!

Yang: If this is how I die, I day a happy woman.

Blake: (gulps and slowly takes off her bra, quickly covering her breasts after dropping the garment) There! Now, what?! Are you going to tell me I need to lose my pants next???

Yang: (slowly sitting down to keep from fainting)

Kali: Hardly, that would be cruel. (picks up the baby, unwraps her from her swaddle blanket, and removes her clothes so she's in her diaper before gently pushing her into Blake's arms) Hold her against your breasts, dear. She needs skin to skin contact. Head up, good. Now, cradle the baby scrunch. Perfect.

Blake: (holding the baby tenderly against her chest as Kali tucks the blanket back around the baby) W-What now?

Kali: Just flash your aura a little bit, dear. Not too much. She won't be able to handle too much at once. She's still little.

Blake: Okay... (gently flashes her aura, causing the baby's own, bright orange aura to flash momentarily)

Baby: (stops whimpering and slowly nuzzles into Blake's chest with a little coo)

Blake:

Yang: (in complete aw) Is... Is she better?

Kali: She should be fine now, but keep the skin to skin up. (sighs) I cannot believe I forgot about the kangaroo hold. What kind of mother and grandmother am I?

Yang: (stands up and wraps a second blanket around Blake's shoulders) How are you doing?

Blake: I'm fine. It's just that... (glances at the sleeping baby pressed against her chest) This is a different feeling than I've had all week. I don't really know how to describe it.

Yang: Good or bad?

Blake: Good. (kisses Yang's cheek) Definitely good.

Link to Original Baby and the Bees

[one-bunny-a-day]

03/09/2023

[blue-star-doodles]

Okay, so I have the concept

[dixieandherbabies]

Dixie and her babies.

Sadie bug wants all of the attention!

[hinaliix]

Long time, no doodles

[dirtytransmasc]

TW: VERY DARK AND SUICIDE ATTEMPT (kind of)

Prompt :

He was six

Norm found him with his wrist slit

“Why’d you do this kiddo?”

“I wanted to get rid of the demon blood”

Jakes reaction

Neytiri stitched him up with an unreadable expression

IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMY

I UNDERSTAND, PLEASE DO NOT MAKE THIS IF ITS TO DARK!!!😭

oh my fucking god... it hurts so bad, but its so good. I love dark angst, there aren't many places I won't go, so have no worries anon.

head the trigger warnings above, I don't get super graphic, but I don't skid over any details either. disclaimer, mama!neytiri brain worms are liquefying my brain, so this is a little (a lot) neytiri-centric, cause I can't help it, its the worms I swear.

also, there are like 0 resources on na'vi medicine, so I'm just fucking winging it man, I'm gonna pull some shit out of my literal ass and we're all gonna have to just be ok with that. ~~~

norm wishes he could say he was shocked, surprised that this little boy wanted to hurt himself, let alone went through with it. he should have been gutted, more than he was at least, angry, put off, something. but not that its happened, he saw it from a mile away, he should have noticed, should have stopped it. all he felt was guilt, burning up his heart and knotting up his stomach as he put pressure on spiders tiny wrists, holding his lulling body in his arms. spider was just a kid, a baby, but he's muttering about 'getting rid of demon blood' and 'not belonging' and it being 'better off' if he was gone. it was somehow worse in his childish wording, his perfect innocence and naivety only just beginning to crack as the pain in his little chest began to swell.

it had been the odd quietness from spider's 'room' back in the cave marui's that alerted him to something being wrong. spider was quiet, in a way; when he was out playing with the kids he was loud, laughing, face filled with light and joy, even if something cold still glinted in his eyes. but when he was on his own, having been left behind or told off by some adult, human or na'vi alike, for getting in the way, he would sulk off to the little marui by the shack. but even if he would sit amongst himself, playing with the few figures someone had put time aside to make, attempting to weave a new piece of jewelry or basket, mending the sad little knife he wore on his side. he was always doing something, could be heard humming or sniffling, the sound of his knife on the wetstone or the clunking of wooden figures on each other were a constant. so when norm heard nothing but silence, his gut ticked up, the hair on his neck bristled, his legs carried him much farther they would on the average day until he was staring at spider and his little bloody arms and his little bloody knife and his sad little eyes.

it took only a split second for norm to come back to himself, to rush and pick the boy up before he had enough 'sense' to try and back away (spider never wanted trouble, never wanted to get in the way or be a burden, the fact he didn't try and hide worried norm more then it would of if he did, which was even more concerning in its own right).

he just held spider as tight as he could, his big blue hands easily covering his human wrists, trying to think of what he should do. he should say something, other then "its ok" but what does he say? what do you say to a six-year-old who just tried to kill himself, no, no, "get rid of the demon blood" coursing through his veins?

he wasn't going to lecture him, spider made it clear why he did it, comfort wasn't his strong suit. he could just look at his puffy little cheeks, one side of his mask blooded as he had attempted to wipe his cheek on instinct. so he just repeated a mantra of "I'm here" and "it's ok" and "your ok" until he reached the infirmary, trying to prtend he didn't feel spider slipping further and further away with each passing second.

in the flash of just a few seconds fueled by adrenaline alone, he knew he regretted everything. he was spider's caretaker sure, but he was no father, jake wasn't either, and the boy didn't have a single maternal figure to his name. no mother to kiss his brow at night or admire his accomplishments. he had no one, not truly, and norm allowed to happen, was not only complicit in it, but played a direct role in it. now he may not get to make that up, may not be given the chance to step up, to fix this.

he carried spider to the infirmary hut, knowing he would find someone, anyone, there who could help. part of him knew that mo'at had seen something in the child that brought some sort of pity from her, that maybe just this once, spider wouldn't be so alone in her presence.

when he entered the pod, he found mo'at showing neytiri something, explaining different herbs to her, though he didn't pay enough attention to it the lesson to pull out any identifying features of the herbs in question. both turned to look at him when they heard his rapid breathing, their gaze then shifting to the bloody boy in his arms, the ever-so-faint fogging of the glass that made up most of his exopack, and the ghostly parlor of spider's skin.

"put him down," mo'at commanded, before norm could even speak, clearing her pallet in an instant, "what happened to him?" her voice was firm, almost knowing.

"he...cut himself...intentionally...I don't know how long ago, but I found him in his pod alone and brought him right here."

"intentionally?" neytiri hissed, removing the boy from his arms when he couldn't get himself to comply with the order and holding him so she could listen to the weakening beat of his heart. she tied turniquotes around his upper forearm with the strands of clothing handed to her by her mother, absent-mindedly rocking the little thing where he rested held between her free-er arm and her chest, when the last bits of his consciousness were directed to fussing, no doubt from the pain. she couldn't bring herself to bind them too tight, just enough to control the bleeding, her hands and a bit of cloth could handle the rest.

(mo'at almost lectured her, but she saw that look in her daughter's eyes and knew it would be pointless, a mama bear gets what she wants)

norm had never seen the protective fire in her eyes, normally directed at her children, burn so bright for spider in the last few years she had known him. it scared him, it felt so unnatural that the very gaze he had learned to trust in most cases, froze him like a deer in headlights.

but that question, the tone of it, made his gut sink. how did he explain this, spider was just a baby, and he had slit his own wrists. that on its own was gut-wrenching, but the reason? Eywa have mercy.

"he said... he said he wanted to get rid of his demon blood, so he... he used his own knife and cut his wrists... its a common form of self harm back on earth, to cut yourself, but I don't even know how he would know to do that, why he would do it... I know why, but..." norm felt defeated. he should have seen something.

the look on neytiri's face made him want to tuck his tail between his legs and run off. she placed spider down as gently as one could, face scrunched up with pain and anger as she keeps pressure on both of spider's wrists.

"get jake, he is with the young hunters." she spoke quietly, her voice almost bitter. she didn't know if she blamed him, if she was angry with him, she barely understand how to feel about spider harming himself. all she knew is that he had just given her some of the most heartwrenching news she had heard in her life, so he was getting some of her mirth. norm nodded, racing off with his tail tucked between his legs, only hesitating to take another worried glance at the boy.

neytiri took a deep breath before turning to her mother. "he will need stitches, right?" she had never dealt with an injury quite like this before, the conscious effort in the wound made it clean and to the point, unlike a wound in battle. it strived to do quick, efficient damage, and now, either because she could barely let herself think straight, or because she genuinly didn't know, she couldn't think of the best way to treat it.

"yes, my daughter, but that is the least of his worries. he cut a large vein, those are very difficult to mend, stopping the bleeding will be difficult. he's already lost quite a bit of blood, so we need to be careful. the best thing would be to put a root paste to help clot the bleeding, wrap it up, and stitch it later." mo'at turned to her morter and pestle as she spoke, mixing different herbs, berries, and roots into a dark brown, almost purple, paste.

neytiri, nodded absently, while she picked through the basket at her side for bundles of lumped fibre and soft cloth to hold against his arms. luckily for him, while he did manage to do some damage and with the help of the tourniquets, one wrist had already stopped bleeding a fair bit, and the other was manageable.

in the silence of the hut, her mother working quietly behind her, turning every once and a while to check his breathing or giving her a tincture to clean his wounds with, neytiri was left to think.

demon blood.

he had done this because of the words she and so many spat at the sight of him. he had tried to rid himself of his sins, the sins of his father, the sins of his people; but were they really his to begin with? what had he done, in his six years of life, to have earned the hate he received? was the blood he carried in his veins enough to justify pushing a child to this?

no, she decided, no it was not.

seeing him so pale and lifeless in norms arms woke something in her, something deep in her gut, maternal rage coursing through her with something vicious, and even if she didn't deserve it after all she had done to him, pushed him to do, her heart was attempting to claim his as her own, and she didn't know what to do with that feeling. then she realized, that the maternal drive that prowled in her stomach like a thanator ready to pounce, not only saw the world as a threat, but saw her as a threat.

her mother handed her the salve and she was grateful for anything to do to take her mind off of the few revelations she managed to have while waiting.

"put more of the salve where the bleeding is stronger, then wrap it tight, be careful to not make it so tight it takes off his hand." the older woman guided, watching over her daughters work.

neytiri scooped it out bit by bit, slowing rubbing it onto the wounds while her mother blotted away the blood, her ears dipping whenever the boy his with pain or tried to pull away. she just wanted to make him better, to take him up into her arms and tell him it was alright like she would if he was one of her own children. but she knew she couldn't, he would wake up and see the monster who filled his little mind with such awful thoughts of himself, that he would be just as scared of her as he always was, and that she could bring him no comfort. so he was extra gentle as she finished off the paste, and held him like delicately as she wrapped the bandage around his wrists, gushing him gently each time he cried out, combing back his hair when she felt she was finished.

then jake came barreling in, breaking up the delicate silence that for a single second allowed her to believe it was just a normal day, that the new found fantasy of just being able to mother this child was true, that allowed spider to lay in peaceful sleep with her shawl over him. norm was trying to hush him, before he woke the baby, but there was no stopping jake, not when his face was full of pain and anger, looking as if he would plow down a titanothere just to get to spider.

neytiri knew jake had taken to spider more than he had let on, but the beast in her belly screamed that he hadn't done enough either, that he didn't earn the right to worry either. but she hushed it, knowing neither had the right to claim anything, not even over each other.

"ma'jake, quiet, or you will wake him and... he will be in pain. so let him sleep while he can," she attempted to soothe quietly, resisting every urge to just scoop him up when jakes loud entry did in fact stir him.

jake sat across from her, his hand resting on spider's chest, feeling the soft rise and fall of the boy's chest. "did he really?" he asked, eyes begging for her to tell him it wasn't true. she knew he would much rather hear of a freak accident over this, but she couldn't give him that mercy.

"yes, it would seem so." her voice was short, worn, despite barely saying a word this whole time.

jake crumpled a little, much more on the inside then he attempted to let show on the outside. neytiri was used to it, jake dealing with it all on the inside, bottling it up till he burst. she placed her hands over his, both of them being reassured by spider's breathing.

"but he is still here, we can and will help him. we will make sure he never feels this way again. I will right my wrongs, I will treat him as he has always deserved, and I hope one day he can forgive me. you will do the same. for now we just have to wait." she spoke gently, still worried about waking spider. she was partly talking to herself, making the promise she had worked her mind to final, she swore it on eywa. she saw jakes eyes finally close, knocking the tears he had been fighting to keep in down his cheeks.

he nodded, slumping into a lazy, defeated-looking, criss-cross position, talking spider's little hand in his, using the wet cloth from mo'at to clean the blood from his finger, the calloused palms of his hands, his muscle-toughened arms.

jake was no stranger to this, to harming yourself, even if he had never taken a blade to his wrists. trying to imagine that pain in such a little body terrified him. how was he supposed to wrap his head around little spider, the stray cat amongst the village, always smiling and laughing, always trying to help everyone, always up in trees or tussling with his kids, his blonde hair like streaks of the sun running about the village, battling such demons. he tried to imagine what he must have been feeling when he took his knife to his wrist. was he scared? relieved? confused? was he desperate and looking for a way out?

no, no norm said that spider wanted to get rid of his "demon blood" which as somehow more nauseating. it was their faults, him, norm, neytiri, The People. they hurt this child or they let it happen. they expected him to take every glare, every spit of acid, everything he was forced to endure, and to still remain a happy child. jake never once stopped to think what effect that may have on him, and now he was paying for it.

he ached, spider was small, he could fit in jakes hands even at 6 years old. he was drowning in neytiri's shawl even if on her, it would barely cover her upper arms, he had just started fitting his exopack a little less than a year ago. he was still just a baby, and they almost let his life end. had norm not found him, he would be dead, still and cold in his makeshift marui, in a pool of his own blood. the image that accompanied the thought that flashed in his made him feel sick. even with all that he denied feeling about the boy, no matter how hard he tried to push him away, no matter what he let him go through, the thought of spider dying, especially like that, alone and scared and in pain, terrified him. to have a child die for any preventable reason, was a disgrace on The People, especially their chief of all people.

chief.

he should have been the example. he should have led his people to find love for a defenseless child who wanted only to be loved and accepted. he had failed.

he let a finger caress the side of spiders face, along the edge of spider's mask, lightly pulling at the curly baby hairs that rested there,

"will he be alright?" he didn't know who he was asking, norm or mo'at. both would have very different opinions, norm more literal, mo'at more spiritual. he didn't know which he wanted.

"physically, yes. he is lucky, his blade was simple, his hand faltered, and he didn't seem to have a death wish. he didn't do too much damage, its manageable. emotionally jakesuli? time will tell." mo'at was the one to speak, the look on norms face spoke the his fear of setting neytiri off like he almost had earlier.

neytiri looked to her mother with a pain expression, her tail beating nervously where is laid near spiders head, ears still folded back.

"his mind is plauged with pain and desperation, things no child should even be aware of. he was driven to harm himself, in ways that will be permanent. it will be our actions going forward that determine his future. I fear if we do not undo the damage now, we will lose him in the years to come... what I fear more and that the damage has been done and cannot be undone. we can only hope for the former/"

neytiri damn near let out a cry, turning from her mother, eyes clenched as tears welled up in them. she found jakes arms, both leaning over spider like a makeshift shelter. just like they should have his whole life, they should have shielded him from the world, protected him from the hate of others. spider stirred once more, and this time jake couldn't resist the urge to scoop him up.

spider looked up at both of them, his little eyes tired and glossy, something small and painful in his gaze. he began to wiggle out of jakes hold, balling up nervously, but when neytiri grazed fingers through his hair, he stopped. this was the one thing he had ever wanted, deep down. not to be accepted, not to be one with the people, not even to be na'vi. he just wanted to be held, loved, by a mother, any mother. with his judgment too clouded by all his emotions, the desperation, the pain, even the blood loss, and maybe and even simpler reason being just being a child; spider let her hold him. he couldn't think about her years of neglect, the harsh words, and harsher glares, not in that moment, that could come later. right now, he needed a mother, and neytiri was willing, so he sunk into her hold, welcoming the embrace of either parent.

the road to spider's recovery would be long and hard. jake and neytiri had a lot to make up for, to apologize for, holding onto their guilt for years as they waited for spider to reach an age were their apologies would actually mean something to him. he would have to be watched constantly, habits would be broken, tears would be cried. things would never be 100%, there would always scars and phantom pain, but that was ok.

~~~

a note for my regulars; I'm back, maybe sorta kinda. I've hit a rough patch with my adhd, I can't do thoughts, or social interaction really, but I'm starting to bounce back, so more regular posting may return shortly.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Hello friend! Can you do a Larissa x daughter reader who suffers from chronic pain and has a really bad flair so mama takes care of her? Washes her hair, snuggles, all the good stuff? Thank you!!!!

Chronic pain in my butt

Pairings: weems x reader (daughter)

Word count: 1K

Summary: Reader has chronic pain, and her mother is there for her.

TW: chronic pain (that’s pretty much it)

A/n I enjoy ur requests and I’m slowly getting through them all. Thanks to everyone that’s being patient.

Today had been a struggle. Everything hurt. Chronic pain is no joke. But still you soldiered on. You made it all the way to lunch before you called it quits. Shouldering your backpack, you stood and left the classroom with your peers. However, while they headed to get lunch from the great hall you went the other way. Walking into the principal's office without knocking would surely end badly for any student that tried it. Any student but you, after all Larissa was your mother. Seeing she wasn’t in her office felt like a small blessing, sure you wanted her to coddle you just a little, but your head felt like it was splitting open. And after all the talking in the last few classes you worried it really might split open with how much it hurt.

Everything was heavy, your arms, legs, all of it. Throwing your backpack on your desk you flopped bonelessly onto your bed and threw an arm over your eyes not bothering to close the blinds. You had no idea what time it was anymore as you drifted off to sleep. Beautiful painless sleep.

Larissa had been called out of her office for the third time that day, the first two were for meetings and the third was to deal with a pair of rowdy furs which had broken one of Marilyn’s pot plants while wrestling. She knew it was only partly their fault with where we are in the lunar calendar. It was kind of like lunar PMS. It came in all different forms. Some of the furs get sad and some get extra hyper and … well… the list goes on.

She drew deep breathes walking back to her office massaging her temples. She barely had time to say goodbye to you before both of you went off to deal with your respective days in turn.

Getting back to her office she was glad to see nobody lurking nearby with more problems for her to solve. Shutting the door behind her she made her way through to the back of her office and into your and her shared living space to make herself a strong black coffee.

Walking in she was surprised to see your bedroom door shut, surely that had been open when she left this morning. Deciding to do some parental investigation she turned the handle and pushed it open. Sighing when she saw you on the bed your brow furrowed in unconscious pain.

She let out a defeated sigh, she knew what this was. As much as she disliked it, not for her sake but for yours, she knew a bad pain day when she saw one. How could she have missed it this morning? Oh. Right. That stupid board meeting. Quietly toeing off her heels so she didn’t wake you she walked over to your windows and drew the blinds before walking over and sitting beside you.

With a soft hand she rubbed your arm in an attempt to rouse you from sleep. She was met with an angry swat as you tried to bat her hand away and stay asleep. Larissa chuckled softly and smiled.

“Darling, it's time to get up. Honey, we need to change your clothes into something comfy. I’ll even wash and braid your hair if your like sweetheart.” She coaxed and you let out a small whine and opened one eye.

“Whyyy mum?” You said and she cupped your cheek with her hand rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone.

“There she is.” Larissa smiled.

“Yes. Here i am. Yay me.” You said in a dull tone making her laugh.

“Come on” she said hauling you into a sitting position against the headboard. “Arms up. You may be in chronic pain Darling, but you're a chronic pain in my butt.” She said with a joking smile, and you complied mirroring her smile which was soon replaced with a wince.

After she had your blazer, shirt and shorts off she left you to change into a swim bikini so she could help you have a warm bath to help your muscles.

Once she was back, she helped you into the big bathtub in your ensuite. Pouring in a generous amount of lavender bath bubbles she grabbed the old cup from the sink and began to pour water over your head, shielding your eyes with her hand on your brow as if she was trying to block out the sun for you. She had a lamp on in the corner set up specifically for times like this, so the light was dim enough to not make your head hurt, but bright enough to see what you were doing.

You let your eyes drift shut as your mum lathered up your white-blonde hair with shampoo and massaged it into your scalp. You let out a content hum and she chuckled softly. After rising it out and adding conditioner she left you to wash yourself and hop out.

About ten minutes later she was waiting for you on your bed clad in lounge-ware. Crawling into the space next to her on the bed she wrapped her arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve got you darling. Mama’s here baby.” She said into your hair. After a short snuggle session, she sat you up again despite your portents and ran a comb through your hair. Sectioning it in straight lines she used her perfectly manicured fingers to braid your hair into two Dutch braids to keep it out of your way for the next few days if the pain continued. After that she tied the two plaits off with little elastics and gently laid you back again.

You settled your head under your mother's chin and curled into her. She ran a hand up and down the sides of your spine as you fell asleep. Finally, content and feeling a little bit better. It wasn’t much but you would take it.

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[pastafossa]

Update.

Mom made another little bit of improvement today. She's still on the ventilator, but now if I understood it right, she's basically breathing on her own again and they've lowered her sedation to practically nothing, allowing her to slowly come up. If - and the doctor was very firm that this is an if - if she continues to come up and stays stable, she might be off the ventilator tomorrow! He said they want her fairly alert before taking her off, but if all goes well, when I see my mom again tomorrow, she'll be off the ventilator. She also reacted a lot to me and sis today when we saw her, so that's something.

I feel like I've been floating in a haze since they put her under on Monday. Time is... weird, passing too fast or weirdly slow. I feel like I blink in the afternoon and suddenly it's time for bed, or a 30 min wait for an update takes hours. And I've wound up spending a lot of time between hospital visits just feeling... stuck. Unsure of what to do, of what's ok, of what I should be doing. Thanks to some encouragement from friends here - comments, messages, late night chats even when I'm out of it or drop out halfway through to cry or fall asleep - I at least felt a little less guilty about not having much I could do, and I've gotten regular reminders to eat and drink. We've also started putting up the tree so it'll there when mom comes home, which has helped. But god, if mom woke up tomorrow, if I knew she would be ok, I could handle things.

One more night for mama on the ventilator. Just one more. Then I can give her a hug, and cry some happy tears. Fingers crossed.

[sergle]

I've been on a daytime schedule for the past few days out of necessity, rehoming the kitties and everything, and it's making me physically nauseous

[shannonsketches]

Weird Horsegirl Ganondorf fun fact of today is that in Ocarina of Time Ganondorf rides without a bridle! Even in the concept art his horse lacks any bit or reigns (as does Epona, and every other horse).

What it mainly means is that the N64 didn't have the power to mess with an unnecessary complex item to render -- but what it could be interpreted to mean for the sake of fandom fun is that the horses are raised and trained to be ridden bridleless.

Not to be up my own headcanons about horses being a big thing in Gerudo Valley and Malon's mom being Gerudo and there being a reason that Gan's horse is specified as a pure black Gerudo Stallion because other Gerudo horses don't look like that but -- have you seen the dressings on the other horses?

All of them, even Zelda's horse, have a call to Gerudo patterning. Except for Epona, who was only able to be approached, touched, and ridden by Link and presumably Malon herself.

It's no secret that the Gerudo are more or less pulled from African and Arabic cultures, but fun fact about Arabian horses, they used to be given as prized gifts to royalty and important political figures.

So if they are inspired by Arabian horse history --

Although the specific area of the Arabian Peninsula where the breed originated can’t be pinpointed, it is widely accepted that around 2500 B.C., the Bedouin people were responsible for developing the desert horses that became the ancestors of the Arabian horse. The nomads’ keen horse sense and meticulous attention to proper care and breeding created an animal that could withstand the harsh environment of the desert, surviving extreme heat and cold with little water and the food they shared with their handlers. A life of travel also required horses with great lung capacity, endurance and stamina. (x)

It's very possible that all of the horses in OoT have ancestry in Gerudo Valley!

[lovesitcomsandgaystuffs]

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