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[stivya]

Sometimes i forget how young kaladin is

[gatoraid]

When we first meet the Third Prince in She who became the sun, he’s introduced as a sparring opponent for Ouyang during the Spring Hunt. Ouyang, who is strong and blunt and does not give a fuck about entertaining the audience or sparing the Third Prince’s royal emotions, simply strikes him down in one swift movement of a sword.

Then we meet the Third Prince again in He who drowned the world, where he mocks and berates Baoxiang for being an effeminate man, and one of the things he says to Baoxiang is:

“You’re so weak and afraid. You can’t even fight. When they pushed you, you just fell.”

And I just……….

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[captainamsel]

It feels deliberate that Zhu, for whom desire is the most important, plot-defining character trait, has no interest in sex except for that Ma enjoys it. And that Ma, who never even considered that she might want anything, who expected sex to simply be one of her duties because that's how life is for women, wants it so much. Zhu is selfish enough to send thousands of men to their deaths, to send villages and cities into misery when her army comes for them, to scheme and backstab, but with Ma she feels genuine enjoyment in something she has no interest in simply because it makes Ma happy! Zhu was right that she needed Ma to keep kindness in her life - not just Ma's kindness towards others, but for Zhu's ability to be kind to someone. It's not selflessness, but something better: caring for someone so much that their joy becomes your own. And it's happening through queer sex.

[blue-eli]

Some art I’ve done for @fatebreakers including a sketchy Nathaniel ref, an attempt at an Io design, and a little Io from an au :)

[magentagalaxies]

y’all don’t even understand i just love scott thompson so much and i genuinely believe his comedy has changed my life

[phoward89]

This is based on this ask.

Coryo is a hands on dad in this. (Thank God, since he was a real piece of shit in the last daddy!Coriolanus one shot)

Everyone says that pregnancy is a beautiful experience. Women are supposed to look radiant and glowing as they're round with the new life they're growing inside of them.

What nobody tells you is that your feet and ankles swell, your back aches, you pee more than a race horse, you balloon into the size of a beluga whale, and your mood swings are all over the place because of the pregnancy hormones. Oh, and you crave the weirdest things.

Nope, people don't tell you that. You had to learn that the hard way. At least you had your husband by your side during everything.

Coriolanus is a very busy man, being the youngest President of Panem, but he always made time in his busy schedule for you. To check in on you and make sure you were okay. After all, it's his fault you're in the condition you're in.

Okay…

Well…

You both agreed to try for a baby during the honeymoon, so it technically wasn't his fault you're big and miserable right now.

Honestly, Coriolanus had baby fever and replaced your birth control pills with sugar pills a month or so before the wedding, so you were bound to get pregnant right away.

Anyways, you're currently so big that you can't do anything by yourself. Hell, you can barely even walk anymore. You're practically waddling like a duck.

And you're so emotional. You've been crying at the drop of a hat lately. Anything, literally anything, can put you into a crying drag. It was emotionally exhausting.

Your husband, the president, was surprisingly supportive of you. He doted on you. Even when you were complaining about being uncomfortable or crying your eyes out for the umpteenth time, Coryo was right by your side trying to comfort you.

Despite his cold, calculated, stoic nature that everyone saw, he was soft and loving towards you. But only you.

Because he loves you more than anything in this world.

Despite vowing to never let himself fall in love again, when you became his personal secretary when he was Senator Snow he fell for you.

It was hard not to. Your beauty paired with your personality was hard for him to resist.

So, he broke a promise to himself that he made at 18 or 19 years old. But, when it comes to love it just happens. Vowing to never fall in love's a foolish notion because one can't control who they fall in love with.

It just happens.

But, unfortunately, when he fell in love with you it wasn't when you were available. You had a long time boyfriend. And since Coriolanus wanted you to be his, he got rid of your boyfriend.

Permanently.

With poison.

And then a few months after your boyfriend was out of the picture, Coriolanus wooed you. He asked you out with pretty words and a single white rose. Of course you accepted.

Then, when he was campaigning to become Panem's youngest president, he proposed. And after he won the election, becoming President Snow, he married you; made you his First Lady Snow.

And now you're about to become a mother, another thing he had a hand in the making of.

The only problem was that your due date’s come and gone.

And you feel absolutely miserable.

“Darling, I just got off the phone with Dr. Wellock about your situation of being overdue.” Your husband, Coryo, announced as he walked into the sunroom room you were lounging in.

“What did he say?” You asked as the platinum blonde made his way over to your side.

“He says that an induction isn't done until the expecting mother is anywhere between 10-12 days overdue.” He said, taking a seat next to you on the sofa.

“So that means I have at least 5 more days of feeling miserable?” You asked, feeling tears begin to well up.

“Unfortunately, yes, my darling rose.” Coryo told you while wrapping an arm around you. Pulling you into his chest, he said, “The doctor gave me a list of things that can help to induce you naturally.” Rubbing your lower back, knowing that it was bothering you lately, you husband told you, “I'm having the kitchen staff cook the foods that'll help naturally induce you, Y/N.”

Coryo was a godsend. He was looking after you when he should be busy running the country. He didn't have an easy job.

He was the President of Panem.

And here he was catering to you. Offering you comfort and gentle reassurances during your difficult time of being overdue and feeling uncomfortable.

Suddenly, you felt overwhelmed. Felt like a burdened. And, before you could even control yourself, you started to cry into your husband's chest.

“What's wrong, little dove?” Coriolanus asked, threading his long fingers thru your hair, trying to soothe you.

“I feel bad that you're here with me instead of running the country. You’re the president, you should be working, not by my side giving me backrubs and helping me get from point A to point B all the time.”

“Y/N, darling, I might be the president, but I'm also your husband. As your husband, I put you and our unborn child before anything, including work. The wellbeing of my family will always come first, Panem second.”

“How did I get so lucky to have you?” You asked between sobs.

Because he whacked your Academy Sweetheart.

But, Coriolanus couldn't tell you that. No, that's a secret he'll take with him to the grave. Along with all the other various murders he's committed and will keep on committing in order to be all powerful and filthy rich.

No, instead the president just presses a kiss to your head and tells you, “Dumb luck, I suppose.” Rubbing circles into your lower back, causing soft moans to fall from your lips, Coriolanus smiled, “But I consider myself the lucky one for being your husband. There's no other woman in all of Panem that I could ever see myself loving as deeply as I love you.”

Sniffing and wiping at your eyes, you say, “Don't tell me sweet stuff like that or I'll never stop crying.”

Unfortunately, labor inducing foods didn't work. So, Coryo told you that the doctor told him that sex, nipple stimulation, and orgasms could help induce labor. You laughed at him, saying that had to be a lie since, despite your huge size, you were still very sexually active with him. Coriolanus just shrugged, claiming that's what the doctor told him.

You don't know if it was from sex or just your time to go into labor, but in the middle of the night (after having late night sex with your husband) you woke up with labor pains and a soaked nightgown. When you woke up Coriolanus, telling him that it was (finally) time and that you were in labor, he quickly grabbed your baby bag and rushed you to the hospital.

The man, being a very devoted husband and father to be, drove you himself. You feared that Coryo would drag you to the hospital in his pajamas, but much to your relief he did toss on some clothes before taking you.

Once at the hospital, since you're the First Lady of Panem, you were put on VIP status and given a private room with a window view of the Rockies. You didn't really care since you were in the worst pain of your entire life, but it was a nice gesture. Coriolanus sure did enjoy the special treatment you were getting. Remarking how only the best for his love would do.

The president never left your side during your labor. He wiped your sweaty forehead with a cool cloth, buzzed the nurses for ice chips and pain meds for you, and he let you squeeze his hand to the point he thought his bones would break whenever you had a particularly painful contraction.

The hospital staff just melted at the sight of President Coriolanus Snow doting on his First Lady Y/N Snow. The nurses were swooning everytime they heard Coryo tell you, “You’re doing so well, darling.”, “I know it hurts, little dove, but soon we'll have our baby and it'll be well worth it.”, “Squeeze my hand as hard as you need to, my darling rose. I served as a peacekeeper once, I can handle you breaking my hand while in labor pains.”

You were sitting up, pushing hard every 5 seconds, around 3 times per contraction. Coryo was right by your side, holding your hand and telling you, “You're doing wonderful, darling. Just a few more pushes and we'll be parents.”

The nurse in the room fought back the urge to swoon at the president’s words while the doctor just assured you that Coriolanus was right, that he could see the baby's head and after another push the baby would be born.

So, gathering all of the strength you could muster after pushing for what felt like hours, you did one last, hard push.

Your baby came out with a healthy set of lungs. Crying before even needing a spank to the butt.

Dr. Wellock held the baby up in the air, only to announce, “It's a girl!”

A girl. You and Coryo had a baby girl.

Tears of love welled up in your eyes as Coriolanus’ baby blues shines with pride as he whispered, “A baby girl.”, before pressing a soft kiss to your chapped lips.

“Mister President, Sir, would you like to cut the cord?” Dr. Wellock asked your husband as a nurse helped you deliver the placenta.

“Yes, I would like to.” Coriolanus replied before standing up and going over to the doctor. Silently, the doctor passed him the scissors and he cut the cord. After cutting the cord, your husband returned to your side while the doctor passed the baby over to the nurse to be cleaned and wrapped in a blanket.

“She's beautiful, darling.” Coriolanus told you as the doctor quickly cleaned you up.

“Does she have your platinum blonde hair?” You asked, a curious smile splitting your face wide open.

“Yes.” The president nodded. “She has both my light blonde hair and blue eyes.”

“You're going to be beating all the boys off with a stick in about, eh, 13 or so years.” You knowingly giggled right as the nurse appeared with your bundle of joy wrapped in a soft pink blanket and matching hat.

Handing you your daughter, the nurse asked, “What's her name?”

“Cersei.” You and Coryo answered at the same time, looking at your daughter with nothing but love.

Honestly, you were a bit nervous about how Coryo would be as a father since, after all, he had a lot on his plate as the president of the country. But it turns out that you didn't have anything to worry about. Coriolanus was a great father. He was very hands-on despite his strenuous and busy job being President of Panem.

The president always made time for his daughter and, of course, for you.

And when you went out in public, he was always by your side when wheeling your baby in the stroller. So many paparazzis would hide and flash pictures of President Snow with your daughter because it was the only way to get a picture of them together. Coryo never used Cersei for photo ops or publicity stunts. In fact he rarely talked about her at all interviews other then the general and polite answers of, “Oh, she's doing well.”, “Cersei's a happy girl.”, and “She’s hitting all of her milestones.”

Honestly, Coryo didn't like to talk too much about his daughter because he didn't want her in the limelight. He chose to become the president and you chose to become his first lady. You both knew the fame that came with it. But Cersei was born into it and your husband, President Coriolanus Snow, wanted her to have as normal of a childhood as possible.

And then, when your daughter was 3, you got pregnant again. Well, you and Coriolanus weren't trying, but weren't preventing either.

You were too far along yet, just nearing your 4th month. You knew that soon you'd be blowing into the size of a balloon tho.

But you weren't thinking about that right now.

Right now, you were just smiling at the sight of your daughter curled up on your husband's lap as he read her a book during one of his breaks from his office in the presidential wing of the mansion.

“Daddy?” Your daughter, whose platinum blonde hair was in little piggy tales, asked- causing your husband to pause in his reading.

It was cute how Coriolanus melted the first time he was called Dada and decided to let his daughter call him Daddy as she grew despite telling you over and over again during your pregnancy with her that he was going to be called father or nothing at all.

She's like Cersei has your husband wrapped around her finger.

“Yes, princess?” Coryo asked your daughter, looking at her with a genuine smile.

“Mama’s here.” She excitedly told your husband with a big smile on her face.

Coryo looked up, only to tell your daughter, “Oh, so she is.” Waving you into the room, your husband said, “Come in and sit down, darling. You don't need to stand in the doorway.”

“Oh, don't mind me, I was just walking down the hall and thought that I'd just check in on my favorite people while on my way to get a snack.” You told your husband, shrugging off his offer of you joining him and your daughter in the sun room.

“Mama, I want a snack!” Cersei exclaimed.

Coryo chuckled, only to close the book he was reading and place it onto the side table by his sitting chair. Standing up, with your daughter slung on his hip, the president announced, “Looks like a family snack time’s in order before I get back to work being the President Panem.”

When Cersei was almost 4, you had your son, Cassian Xandros. Then when she was 5 you had another son, Caspian Xenos and when she was 7 you had your last child. Another son, who was named Caelestis Xanthias.

Even tho Coriolanus had not 1 but 3 boys to carry on the mighty and magnificent Snow name, it was your daughter, Cersei, that was his favorite child.

Coriolanus was a good father to all 4 of your children, but it was your daughter that had him wrapped around his finger. She was daddy's little princess. She could do no wrong in his eyes.

But your boys…oh boy…Your son's had to be perfect unless they wanted to hear Coriolanus lecture them. He expected straight A’s and top marks in school from his 3 boys. Expected them to be involved in school politics, chess club, and the debate team. And when it came time for them to be mentors in the Hunger Games for a district that didn't have a Victor to act as a mentor, well you better believe that they had to be perfect at that too.

But not Cersei. Oh no… Coryo let Cersei get away with shit that he'd never let Cassian Xandros, Caspian Xenos, and Caelestis Xanthias get away with.

Cersei didn't want to be a mentor, so guess what? Her daddy, President Snow, let her stay home sick during the games so her mentor spot had to be given to somebody else. If she wanted to quit ballet lessons after just one lesson, saying it wasn't fun, then she could. She could get away with anything she wanted to, because your husband let her.

Coriolanus spoiled his daughter rotten.

And one day, as a young woman, when Cersei went running to her daddy saying that she was in trouble (knocked up) and that the Peacekeeper that got her in that condition didn't want the responsibility of a family, you know what Coriolanus did? He just told your daughter that he'd take care of everything.

And boy did he ever…

He had tea with that peacekeeper, where only one of them walked away from the garden tea table alive, and scattered the man's family all over the districts. Making sure that his younger siblings, nieces, nephews, cousins, etc were reaped when eligible.

Coriolanus also assured your daughter that you and him would help her raise her baby. That she'd have your support and wouldn't be alone.

So, when Cersei gave birth to her daughter, Celeste Snow, as a single mother you and Coryo were by her side. Assuring her that everything was fine, that she was going to be a great mother.

You had a sense of deja vu whenever the nurses all gossiped and giggled about how President Snow was such a good father and grandfather to be for staying by his daughter's side and supporting her despite her being an unwed mother.

Coriolanus was a great father to all of your children, but his favorite was your daughter Cersei. So, naturally, his favorite grandchild was her only daughter Celeste. He dotes on your granddaughter Celeste. She was the apple of his eye, even when the boys started getting married and having children of their own.

Coriolanus loved all his grandchildren, but Celeste was his favorite.

You on the other hand didn't have favorites. You loved all of your children and grandchildren equally.

But Coryo wasn't like you. No, your husband was the type to love obsessively, so he had to pick favorites.

So, it didn't surprise you when one day, before the games started, you walked into the sunroom to see your granddaughter and your husband having brunch. It reminded you of how he used to read to her mother all those years ago.

He might be older now with pure white hair, a distinguished white beard framing his face, and a bit more weight on his bones, but he was the same man in spirit he was all those years ago when he used to cut time out of his day just for your daughter. Now he just does it for his granddaughter.

“Grandpa, Grandma just walked in.” Celeste announced, peeling little shell pieces off of her soft boiled egg.

“I see that, darling.” Coryo told your granddaughter. Looking at you, he gestured to the empty seat next to him at the table and suggested, “Why don't you join me, my darling rose.”

“Well, I wasn't planning to, but if you insist.” You smiled, walking further into the room.

Your eyes saw the way Celeste had her hair done in a braid, that looked like the one that Victor from 12 Katniss Everdeen wore and you secretly hoped that your husband wouldn't yell at her for it. You knew how much he couldn't stand the Everdeen girl and feared that he'd be upset with Celeste for wearing her hair like the victor's.

As you sat down, you heard your husband say, “Your hair looks lovely darling, when did you start wearing it like that?”

“Everybody at school wears it like this now, grandpa.” Celeste said with a little devious smile on her face.

And the backlash never came. He just nodded his head and went on to eat his egg.

And that's when you knew that Celeste had the same power over him that Cersei did. That you had as well.

Coriolanus Snow might be a cold, evil, dictator of a president, but to his granddaughter, daughter, and wife he's just a man that loves them unconditionally to the point where it might be considered a weakness if anyone knew.

And perhaps that's why he never speaks much about his girls in interviews. He'll speak about his boys, but not his girls.

Because if anything ever happened to his girls, well…the president wouldn't know what to do with him.

That's how much he loves his darling girls.

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[nasa]

A Geminid meteor streaks across the sky as the Soyuz TMA-19M spacecraft is rolled out by train to the launch pad at the Baikonur Cosmodrome on Sunday, Dec. 13, 2015, in Kazakhstan. Credit: NASA/Joel Kowsky

Make a Wish! How to See the Geminid Meteor Shower

Every December, we have a chance to see one of our favorite meteor showers – the Geminids. To help you prepare, we’ve answered some of your most commonly asked questions. Happy viewing, stargazers!

These radar images of near-Earth object 3200 Phaethon were generated by astronomers at the National Science Foundation's Arecibo Observatory on Dec. 17, 2017. Observations of Phaethon were conducted at Arecibo from Dec. 15 through 19, 2017. At time of closest approach on Dec. 16 at 3 p.m. PST (6 p.m. EST, 2300 UTC), the asteroid was about 6.4 million miles (10.3 million kilometers) away, or about 27 times the distance from Earth to the Moon. Credit: Arecibo Observatory/NASA/NSF

What are the Geminids?

The Geminids are caused by debris from a celestial object known as 3200 Phaethon striking Earth’s atmosphere. Phaethon’s origin is the subject of some debate. Some astronomers consider it to be an extinct comet, based on observations showing some small amount of material leaving its surface. Others argue that it has to be an asteroid because of its orbit and its similarity to the main-belt asteroid Pallas.

All meteors appear to come from the same place in the sky, which is called the radiant. The Geminids appear to radiate from a point in the constellation Gemini, hence the name “Geminids.” The graphic shows the radiants of 388 meteors with speeds of 35 km/s observed by the NASA Fireball Network in December 2020. All the radiants are in Gemini, which means they belong to the Geminid shower. Credit: NASA

Why are they called the Geminids?

All meteors associated with a shower have similar orbits, and they all appear to come from the same place in the sky, which is called the radiant. The Geminids appear to radiate from a point in the constellation Gemini, hence the name “Geminids.”

A Geminid streaks across the sky in this photo from December 2019. Credit: NASA

When is the best time to view them?

The Geminid meteor shower is active for much of December, but the peak will occur during the night of Dec. 13 into the morning of Dec. 14, 2023. Meteor rates in rural areas can be upwards of one per minute this year with minimal moonlight to interfere.

What do I need to see them?

As with all meteor showers, all you need is a clear sky, darkness, a bit of patience, and perhaps warm outerwear and blankets for this one. You don’t need to look in any particular direction, as meteors can generally be seen all over the sky. If you want to take photographs, check out these helpful tips.

An infographic based on 2019’s meteor camera data for the Geminids. Credit: NASA

Do you have any advice to help me see the Geminids better?

Find the darkest place you can and give your eyes about 30 minutes to adapt to the dark. Avoid looking at your cell phone, as it will disrupt your night vision. Lie flat on your back and look straight up, taking in as much sky as possible.

A Geminid streaks across the sky in this photo from December 2011. Credit: NASA

What will the meteors look like?

According to Bill Cooke, lead for the Meteoroid Environment Office at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama, “Most meteors appear to be colorless or white, however the Geminids appear with a greenish hue. They’re pretty meteors!” Depending on the meteor’s chemical composition, the meteor will emit different colors when burned in the Earth’s atmosphere. Oxygen, magnesium, and nickel usually produce green.

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[yourmaximoff]

Scarlet Cherry

Summary: There is much more to this prostitute Wanda than you could ever imagine.

Pairing: Prostitute!Wanda x Reader 

Warnings: (+18) age gap (wanda is 19 and reader 29) top!reader, botton!wanda, strap-on (r using), deep throat, fingering, angst

Words: 3,8k

A/N: Inspired by the song Carmen by Lana ♡ 

(English is not my first language, sorry for any translation errors)

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Flames from a newly kindled fireplace warmed the small room of an elegant hotel in northern New York. The window glass, covered with a wet layer from the incessant rain outside, blurred the lights of a city that never sleeps.

Green eyes attentively observed the rain against the window. Her body lay naked on the large king-size bed in the middle of the room. Her feet swung anxiously up and down, her pale skin and curves bathed in an orange glow emanating from the fireplace on the other side of the room, the sole source of light.

Anxious sighs escaped her perfectly painted lips, adorned with a thin layer of rose-colored lipstick. A snug choker encircled her neck, the only thing adorning her otherwise completely bare skin.

Twisting her body and lying on her back, her extended her head beyond the edge of the bed. An innocent smile played on her lips as her glimpsed the bathroom door upside down. The illuminated room cast the silhouette of an unfamiliar figure adjusting themselves on the other side of the door, someone her would never forget.

Opening the bathroom door, you smiled upon seeing the girl upside down, gazing at you with large doe-like eyes. Her naturally flushed and freckled cheeks stood out on her delicate oval face. Long, dyed auburn hair cascaded against the carpeted floor, while the orange-hued fireplace light perfectly bathed her prominent breasts.

Her large green orbs began to glow, illuminating her face, while a soft smile formed on her lips. You smiled, biting your lower lip, your fingers slowly unbuttoning the first buttons of the dark blouse over your body. You felt desired by that girl, as her shining big green orbs slid over your body with a certain admiration. Her eyes locked on your fingers as you began to unbutton the small dark robe over your body.

As you pushed the robe over your shoulders and let it fall onto your feet, a smile formed on your lips as you noticed the smile on her face when her eyes fixed on your pelvic region. A strap-on was attached to your waist, slightly curved forward, almost reaching her delicate face. Her eyes blinked from the harness to your eyes, her teeth brushing against her lower lip, forming a mischievous smile.

With gentleness, you hold her face softly between your hands, inverting her position upside down and bringing her face up. Her delicate hair slips between your fingers like waterfalls, the gentle scent of strawberry gradually filling the air. You leaned, bent down, and slowly pressed your lips against hers. The taste of cherry gloss quickly flooded your mind, her sweet and soft lips fitting perfectly against yours.

With a sigh, you release her lips, opening your eyes and observing her closely. Her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes moved gently against the rosy and freckled skin beneath them. Her teeth sank into the flesh of her lower lip as her eyes slowly opened, revealing dilated and radiant green orbs.

You leaned back, releasing her head and holding the tip of the strap-on with your hands. Unconsciously biting your lower lip, as if asking something of her. You received a light shake of her head and a gentle smile, as if she were answering your silent question.

You eagerly held her head, adjusting it on the bed, letting her neck stretch slightly outward. Pushing your hips forward, you slide the strap-on lightly against her face, gliding it forward and placing it on her neck.

The bones of her clavicle and the muscles of her neck were slightly reddened and prominent against her delicate and pale skin. Her breasts were perky, spread over her chest with the bones of her ribcage visible.

You smiled as you felt a playful laugh and warm breath leave Wanda's lips, directly hitting your exposed thighs. Slowly, you slid your hands over her breasts, squeezing her sensitive nipples, while Wanda squirmed. You slid your hips back, pulling the dildo away from her neck, but soon positioned the head of the strap-on against her ajar lips.

In a slow motion, you gradually slid the dildo into her mouth. First filling her cheeks, but soon lodging it in her throat. You could see how every muscle in her neck reacted as your shaft stretched the walls of her throat, the bulge gradually burying itself against the delicate skin of her delicious neck. You pushed slowly until it reached the depths of her throat, feeling her hands support against your thighs as small, silent coughs left her throat.

Her skin started turning red, and the veins in her neck began to pulse. You withdrew a little faster from her throat as you felt a slight choke on her heavy breath. Her eyes opened, revealing emeralds glazed with a layer of tears, her dilated iris and sclera with subtle hints of red.

You positioned the strap-on again over her open mouth. Wanda took a deep gasp, filling her lungs with oxygen one last time before you plunged back into her mouth. Your hands held her face delicately, while your hips slowly pushed the dildo back into her throat. This time, when it lodged in her throat, you pulled it out almost completely before pushing it back in.

Your movements, surprisingly, were gentle and precise. Whenever Wanda showed signs of choking, you always withdrew to give her a bit of air. You felt ecstatic fucking her throat in a majestic way, all of Wanda's muffled moans sinking deep into your mind.

Feeling that you had mistreated Wanda's throat enough, you stopped the movements and completely withdrew from her mouth. A long string of saliva, connecting the head of your dildo to Wanda's mouth, broke in the air, wetting her face. She was slightly damp, a mixture of tears and saliva sliding down her cheeks, while her forehead was a bit sweaty.

You placed your hands on her head again, your fingers burying themselves in her soft, voluminous hair as you leaned down once more. Your lips met again, and this time you felt her breath panting and warm against your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, her lips still tasting like cherries, but slightly blurred.

Climbing onto the bed, you traced a delicate path with your fingers over Wanda's body. Sliding gently between the valleys of her breasts, following every curve of her abdomen, up to her uterus. You press your fingers against Wanda's entrance, feeling the moisture and heat emanating from her. With a smooth motion, you push your fingers inside, feeling Wanda's walls pulse around your fingers, twitching with desire.

Your thumb finds Wanda's clitoris, and you caress it with delicate circular movements. She shudders under your touch, the muscles in her legs contracting slightly. Every movement of your fingers is calculated and gentle, gradually increasing the pace and intensity. Wanda's inner walls tighten in response, enveloping your fingers with a sense of urgency and desire. You continue stimulating her clitoris, feeling it swollen and sensitive, responding to your skillful touches.

Feeling Wanda fully lubricated with her own juices, a result of your stimulation, you withdraw your fingers from inside her and place the wet head of the dildo, coated in her saliva, between her folds.

You pull Wanda's waist closer to you, finally placing her head on the bed. She lets out a playful laugh, her knees bending as you position the strap-on between her legs.

Her hands fly to her own face, hiding her red cheeks. You feel infected by Wanda's sweet and playful nature, unable to stop smiling at any moment. With one hand, you hold her waist tightly, and with the other, you guide the dildo into her drenched slit, pushing it into her folds.

A deep sigh escapes her lips, and she bites the palm of her hand, still hiding half of her face. Slowly, you begin to push into her. Her walls stretch around the dildo, her rosy bent knees on either side of her waist, and her juices leaving a wet stain on the satin sheets.

You hold her wrists and place them above her head, wanting to see her beautiful face and her intense eyes looking at you. Her eyes slowly meet yours, the green of her iris so bright that it seemed like transparent and moist glass. Her eyes roll back when she feels the dildo burying completely inside her, filling every empty space within her, almost reaching her uterus.

You pull it out completely and thrust it back in, but this time with more speed, finding a delicious rhythm. You release her hands and place them against her waist, holding her body that slides across the bed with the force of your hips pounding against her. Wanda's hands glide over your back, her nails painted and adorned with small cherry stickers, creating imaginary lines on your back, leaving trails and burning marks.

With each deep thrust, a plaintive moan escaped Wanda's lips. Her legs crossed and pressed against your pelvis, preventing the cock from slipping out, making you push even deeper against her uterus. You could see the prominence of the cock sliding up and down on the thin skin above her uterus. Pressing your thumbs firmly against the edges of her waist, you felt her hands slide from your back to cling to your neck. It was a silent warning that the orgasm was already beginning to take hold of her body.

Bending your body, you brought your mouth close to hers, your lips almost touching, the warm breath she exhaled with each thrust hitting her slightly parted mouth. One of your hands slid from her waist to her leg, pulling it up, finding the perfect angle to bury yourself even deeper inside her. Before your lips touched, you slid up to her ear and whispered:

"Cum for me"

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Emerging from the bathroom, the warm steam from the shower still enveloping your body, you looked hopefully at the bed and, unfortunately, found it empty. You threw yourself headfirst onto the bed, burying your face in the soft mattress and letting your emotions take over your body.

There was something about that girl, something about Wanda that prevented you from treating her as just an ordinary prostitute. Strangely, you were missing her. You shouldn't feel this way. You hired her, she did the job, and she left as expected. It's literally implied, in the unwritten lines of an imaginary contract, that it was a one-night stand. You started repeating to yourself that you hired her solely for sex and nothing more. Maybe if you asserted it strongly enough, your mind would make it real and take Wanda out of your head.

What is your problem? The first prostitute you hire has already turned your mind and your heart into a mess...

Something caught your attention, a strange noise coming from the living room snapped your mind back to reality. Curiously, you got up and followed the sound of laughter and applause coming from the next room. As you entered the room, your eyes instantly lit up, and your heart began to pound in your chest. A wave of relief washed over your entire body, dissipating any previous worries.

Wanda was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, focused on the television in front of her with a jar of jelly. As she watched the TV, her eyes seemed to sparkle, and amused laughter escaped her lips due to the old sitcom playing on the screen.

Dipping her index finger into the jar of jelly between her legs, she brought it to her mouth, skillfully sucking and licking. Shiny red streaks dripped onto her lower lip, but were quickly caught by her adept tongue.

Without hesitation, you settled down next to Wanda on the floor, mesmerized by her adorable and innocent expression. Your heart melts at this sight. It's as if, in that moment, the prostitute with a corrupted soul dissolves and reveals a simple girl, whose spirit overflows with purity.

Wanda slid her eyes away from the television and looked at you. Her playful toothy smile softened, the corners of her lips curved upwards, making her perfectly sculpted lips even more evident. She inserted her index finger into the jelly, never taking her eyes off you, and brought it to her lips, sucking on them.

You pushed your two fingers into the jar, burying them and completely coating them with the sticky cherry jelly. Bringing them up, you slowly brought them close to Wanda's lips. She smiled, shaking her head and removing her own finger from her mouth.

You extended your two fingers against her slightly parted lips, her tongue timidly pushing against the tips of your fingers as she slowly closed her eyes. You slid your fingers into her mouth, receiving the tender touch of her tongue licking and tracing around your fingers.

She sucked all the jelly into her throat and then delicately licked your fingers with her tongue. You looked at her with shining eyes, her soft and affectionate tongue reflected her delicate and cute appearance. As she sucked on your fingers, you could see her up close without any makeup, with her hair still damp on her back.

Before you entered the shower, she went first, thoroughly cleaning her body and consequently washing off all her makeup. Her wet red hair dripped onto the back of a white dress shirt, which she certainly borrowed from you. She had a natural blush on her prominent cheeks, and her freckles were even more apparent.

Finishing consuming all the jelly, she smiled, opening her eyes and looking directly at you, lightly biting the tip of your fingers before you withdrew them from her mouth. Turning and refocusing on the sitcom, she hugged her own legs to her chest and rested her head on her knees.

"Do you like old sitcoms?" you curiously ask, folding one of your legs, resting your elbow, and supporting the side of your face with your hand.

"Yes," she replied, smiling and shaking her head. "It's so magical and funny. For a moment, all that matters is making jokes and getting applause."

"Have you ever thought about being an actress? You're beautiful and certainly have an attractive charm," you ask sincerely.

"Already have," she bites her lip, looking at you as if contemplating something.

You could feel the gears in her head turning as she pondered something. She had a secret, and she was contemplating whether or not to tell you. Strangely, she felt comfortable in your presence, her intuition telling her that trusting you was the right thing to do.

"Well, my brother thinks I'm an actress," she says, laughing at herself. "In a way, I am an actress. Every night, I pretend to be someone different to please my clients."

Something starts to burn in your stomach when she mentions the word 'clients', a fleeting anger piercing through your chest like a painful bullet.

"He doesn't know you're a prostitute?" you ask.

"No," she responds, shaking her head and biting her lower lip. "He said he wants to see me as a great actress on television and have a star with my name in that place where famous celebrities have." Wanda swallows hard, anguish filling her throat and weighing on her shoulders. "I don't have the courage to tell him the truth, that I do things that are not as glamorous as he thinks to buy his medications."

You nod at her, allowing her to pour out her feelings in the form of words to you. Sometimes people just need to unload the weight inside them and let it out, and you understood that. She didn't need someone to give shallow solutions to her problems, but rather someone to listen to her and understand her.

"I just want him to be happy and healthy," she sighs deeply, hugging her legs tighter to her chest. "Sometimes, I feel like I'm the only one who truly understands him. Everyone treats Pietro like a child just because he has autism. He's 19 years old and so intelligent and mature, even more than many old men out there." She focuses her gaze on the television and with a sad smile, she watches the lead actress interact with her romantic partner. "I wish I could make Pietro proud."

"You do everything you can for him, Wanda," you say, placing one hand on her back and gently rubbing in circular motions, attempting to comfort her. "I'm sure he knows that and is proud of the incredible sister he has."

She smiles, blinking quickly and dispersing any tears that try to form. "I actually enjoy this job, it's fun to go to different places and meet all kinds of people... It's just sometimes I think about how it would be if I were on a stage or in front of cameras." She looks away from the television and down.

"Someday, that will happen, and I bet your brother will be in the front row to see you," you reply, placing your hand on her jaw, gently lifting it up and making her look at you. "You're going to be a great actress, and you'll make him even more proud."

"I never can confide in anyone, you're the first person who allowed me to do that," she whispers, her voice choked up and her eyes filled with emotion. "Thank you."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you as you join Wanda and start watching the sitcom with her. Just a few moments later, both of you are already laughing at the funny moments of the show. It had a slightly old-fashioned humor, but it had a certain charm that made you laugh like you hadn't in a long time. Sometimes, your gaze would slide from the television to the smiling girl beside you, her fingers still immersed in jelly, while playful laughter escapes from her mouth. That bitter and anguishing aura completely dissipated into delightful laughter as she wholeheartedly immersed herself in the program. For a few moments, your favorite sound became the sound of her laughter.

The screen displays the end credits, and a slight disappointment spreads across your face as you realize that the time has come for her to leave. Swiftly, you get up and hurry towards the bedroom, leaving her alone sitting on the floor of the living room. Your gazes meet for a moment, filled with curiosity, before she stands up to turn off the television. She picks up the half-empty jar of jelly from the floor, walking towards the small fridge to put it away. Upon returning to the living room, her eyes fixate on you, who are standing in the center of the room. In your hands, you hold a considerable stack of money, and a hopeful smile lights up your face.

"Hey, you already paid me," Wanda says, smiling as she approaches.

"No, please accept to stay with me for a few more nights," you plead, placing the money on her hands and closing them. "I loved your company and I wanted to have you again."

"Oh, I... I thought it was just for one night," Wanda squints her eyes and looks down at her bare feet, hiding an embarrassed smile. "Sure, I can stay." For a few moments, she seemed like a teenager who had just been asked out on a date, for a brief moment, she was simply a shy, infatuated girl.

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The rain still beat against the hotel windows, the droplets streaming down the glass, reflecting a beautiful piano in the middle of an almost empty hall. Your fingers glided over the piano keys, playing two higher notes and a few heavier ones, bringing balance to the melancholic yet romantic symphony you were creating.

Sitting beside you, Wanda smiled as she watched your skilled fingers delicately touch each white and black key. The symphony gradually unfolding in the empty surroundings brought a sense of fulfillment she had never felt before. It was touching, it was painful, but it was definitely the sound that love should make.

The love she had never felt before was right in front of her, materialized in the form of musical notes, embodied in a person she didn't know, in someone she thought belonged to her for just one night.

Sliding your hands over hers, you placed them on the piano keys. "Let's see if you remember this one," you said, guiding her hand over the piano keys.

The first notes sounded, a mixture of deep and mysterious tones, yet with a lively contrast, bringing to life one of her favorite old sitcoms. Wanda's eyes lit up as she felt the familiarity of the notes pumping nostalgia through her veins.

"Of course, I know it." She smiled widely. You released her hand, and she played the few notes again. "The Addams Family."

You played a few notes and then stopped for Wanda to learn. She quickly and easily picked up the notes, as if she had listened to the opening of The Addams Family thousands of times before. The atmosphere around you dissolved from melancholic and romantic to something more lively and somewhat dark, taking both of you to the depths of the Addams mansion.

You spent the rest of the night, until the morning sun invaded the curtains, playing the piano. You taught Wanda some songs, and being an extremely intelligent girl, she learned them with ease.

You brought her to this special place, the secret empty hotel with a piano. You would spend the early hours playing the piano when insomnia struck, when the worries of the world filled your mind and you desperately needed to escape somewhere. In the few moments you spent with her, you felt like you were playing the piano, you felt like nothing else existed but her and the musical notes of her benevolent heart.

"I need to make a call," you declare, standing up and placing a gentle kiss on Wanda's hair before stepping away. She nods in response, her eyes still fixed on the piano, while her fingers dance across the keys.

You walk towards the windows of the grand hall, observing the persistent raindrops that blur the lights of the towering skyscrapers in front of you, creating a diffuse and shimmering effect. All your feelings slowly begin to trickle out of you like the drops on the glass. You had a thought in mind, you had a plan involving Wanda.

You slide your hand into your pocket and retrieve your cellphone, your agile fingers quickly dialing your friend's number. As you wait for the call to be answered, your gaze fills with admiration as you see Wanda playing the piano. She looked like a star on a stage with a massive audience applauding. She was definitely born to shine like a star, your star.

"Hey, Kevin," your voice echoes with enthusiasm as the cellphone is brought to your ear. "Is that incredible project you mentioned, Wandavision, still in production? I have the perfect person for the lead role."

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Pregnancy Pains

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, based on an anon request which I hope you will all like. It's a spin-off from Bedroom Talk, but can be read as a stand-alone. Let me know what you think.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Bedroom Talk

Part 2

Summary: (Y/n) and Eddie's second pregnancy is far from simple and it seems that everything which can go wrong, does go wrong.

Enjoy.

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"What's for dinner?"

"Um, I don't… what do you want, baby?" Tilting her head forward, (Y/n) took a deep breath and tried to ward off the dizziness swirling around her head. It felt like a storm was rolling in, taking over her senses.

Her vision started to come over with spots. A horrible ringing burned in her ears like chapel bells were going off inside her eardrums. She could feel her heartbeat pounding through every inch of her skin and every crevace of her body. She wanted to be sick. Her throat was tightening up with that horrible urge to gag and puke and her stomach was tensing and pulling inwards.

Deep breaths didn't do much to clear her vision, but (Y/n) tried her best to smile. The last thing she wanted was to worry Chris.

Her head turned to the left and she looked down at Chris who was smiling up at her with wide eyes and a big grin.

The ringing sensation continued to flood her ears, but she could see a little better when she blinked rapidly and and tried to get moving instead of keeling over in the garden. She grabbed the wash basket and tucked it against her waist under her arm.

She managed a smile when Chris reached out and laced his hand with hers, leaning his head on her arm as they made their way back inside.

"Tuna sandwich?" Chris tilted his head back to look up at (Y/n) and his radiant smile made her want to smile down at him, but his suggestion made her stomach curdle.

With a quiet hum and a nod of her head, (Y/n) followed Chris into the kitchen and set the wash basket down on the table.

She let Chris grab the mayo from the fridge and a tin of tuna from the cupboard while she took deep, steadying breaths and tried to bulk herself up to prepare his lunch. (Y/n) already knew she wouldn't be eating anything for lunch today. She hadn't managed anything to eat yesterday, not even a ginger biscuit as she threw it back up immediately.

Even fluids weren't staying down anymore. Coffee smelt horrid. Hot chocolate was too thick and settled too heavy on her stomach. Juice was acidic even if it was watered down and it made her queasy. And (Y/n) couldn't manage one sip of water before she chucked it back up again.

"Get the bread then, baby." She washed her trembling hands before she found the tin opener, but she couldn't find the will to open it yet. She knew as soon as she smelt the fish, her stomach was going to rocket and she would start heaving.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) tilted her head down and moved her free hand to cradle her stomach. Scrutinising her small bump as if she could see through her stomach to the baby she was carrying.

Why was this pregnancy so horrid?

Her pregnancy with Chris had been a breeze. She barely felt sick, she always had energy and very little back ache and she could walk for miles and work just fine without feeling like she was going to keel over. Chris's pregnancy up until his birth had been a delight and (Y/n) loved every moment of it.

The second time around was not a charm. She was five months now and it seemed to have dragged on for a year. She had had two extra midwife appointments already because her morning sickness was so extreme she could barely drink. Eddie had taken her down to the emergency room twice in the last two months when she became so dehydrated she collapsed.

She had very little energy. Considering (Y/n) worked from home, she had to reduce her workload because she couldn't get out of bed some days and she felt so lethargic and run down. Even taking care of Chris was a struggle when he never used to be.

"Here, mum." Chris leaned his head on her arm and placed two slices of bread down on the counter.

He began to drum his fingers on the counter in time with the music blasting on the radio that sounded like static in (Y/n)'s ears.

(Y/n) could feel her hand shaking as she turned the tin opener and she found a spoon, carefully tipping the tuna into a plastic bowl. She moved the bowl in front of Chris and let him squeeze in a large amount of mayo and begin stirring.

A ragged breath pushed past her lips and (Y/n) clamped her hand down on the counter, moving her other hand to draw circles on her stomach that was churning like a cement mixer. Her lips felt chapped and dry. Her throat was tightening. Her stomach was ready to heave, even though she knew she had nothing left to throw up.

And (Y/n) dreaded to think what Eddie was going to say when she told him she hadn't eaten in two days, nearing three. Or technically, she had eaten a few biscuits in those days, but hadn't managed to keep them down.

(Y/n)'s head tilted back to tense her neck as she spread the tuna across the bread and cut it into triangles, just how Chris liked it. Once he was seated at the kitchen table, (Y/n) put the sandwich and a pack of crisps in front of him and moved to get herself a drink of water.

She didn't feel well.

Her head was still pounding like someone was smashing her skull with a hammer and her thighs were starting to jutter with each step she took. There was no energy left in her body. (Y/n) felt like she was depleted, left on one percent battery and moving wasn't going to be an option soon.

(Y/n) took a few small sips of water and it felt good to finally drink something and clear her dry throat. Her throat was always dry and sore these days from how frequently she was being sick.

But when a wave of tuna washed under her nose, (Y/n) could feel her eyes watering and she wanted to cry.

A burning sensation coursed up the back of her throat and her stomach started to ache as she doubled over the sink. Coughs anchored up from her chest, water spluttered past her lips and her stomach squeezed like she had been stabbed.

Once she started, she couldn't stop.

All (Y/n) could do was dry-heave and gasp for air that she couldn't get because her body was intent on making sure her stomach was clear, even of bile.

"Mum, you okay?" The way she coughed made Chris wonder if she was choking on a crisp. But he couldn't see any food near her that she was eating. He hadn't seen her eat in a while.

"Hm-" (Y/n) broke off to spit the last bit of water into the sink.

Her left hand smothered her temple and she groaned when she realised she was burning up. Her skin was flush with sweat and giving off heatwaves that could rival the sun. Her body was beginning to shake and she could barely bend or move her fingers anymore from how lethargic she was starting to feel.

When her knees started to quake, (Y/n) didn't hide her whimper and she pulled away from the sink so she could slump down on the kitchen floor.

"Mum!" Chris whined and pushed off his seat so he could go down on his knees beside her. His hand gave her thigh a squeeze while he leaned over to the table and found her phone. "Do I call dad?" Chris began to shake his hand in a stimming manner but he clenched the phone tight so he didn't drop it.

Eddie gave him instructions. If his mum was crying or she was sick, he needed to message Eddie and let him know. If she collapsed or became incoherent, he had to call Eddie until he answered or call his uncle Buck to get help.

Chris wasn't sure if this was the kind of situation where he called his dad or just messaged him to say his mum wasn't well.

"No, I- I will… go eat in t-the living room baby, please?" (Y/n) couldn't open her eyes. she tried but everything started to blur. She tucked her chin down into her chest and let Chris place her phone on her thigh.

The whine of protest he let out showed he wasn't happy about this, he didn't want to leave her. But he had been asked to leave the room and seeing his mum distressed only made him panic too and would start him stimming and send him into a meltdown. He picked up his half-finished plate of lunch and shuffled out into the living room.

(Y/n) didn't know if Eddie would be able to answer the phone or not. He was at work, there was a fifty-fifty chance that he would be out on a call with his phone either in his locker or left in the truck. She didn't want to bother him, she really didn't. But she could see that she didn't have a choice.

If she stayed home with Chris and didn't call someone, she was going to pass out and then who would look after Chris? What would he do if she collapsed?

She needed Eddie.

Her phone shook as she pressed the cold screen against her burning ear and moved her other arm to bind it tightly around her waist so she didn't start heaving again.

"Ola baby, you feeling any better today?"

Eddie's voice was like music to (Y/n)'s ears that were still ringing and she realised she clearly wasn't well because she had blocked out the sound of the radio. Her brain was starting to close down functions, her ears were tuning out, her legs were trembling and shutting down and she was sure she would be passing out at any given moment.

"I- I'm sorry." She did well to stop her voice from shaking but she couldn't give Eddie pleasantries when she felt this bad. She needed to tell him quickly what was going on before she passed out.

"What?" A small laugh tumbled past Eddie's lips as he planted his free hand down on his hip. He didn't know what that meant, but he had a few ideas. "Alright baby, what've you done?"

Whenever she apologised before telling him why, Eddie would find that she'd dropped and broken something. Or she had agreed to the pair of them going out somewhere without asking him first. Or like the time she had agreed they would take Chris to the museum- which Eddie ended up doing alone when (Y/n) had a hospital appointment she couldn't rearrange.

"Can y-you come home? Eddie please…" (Y/n) couldn't help but sniff at the end of her words, trying to stop herself from breaking off into a sob.

"Why, what's wrong? Are you okay, has something happened?"

This conversation wasn't going the way Eddie thought and he could feel his heart leaping up into his throat at the sound of his wife crying. He hated to see or hear her cry. He hated not being able to calm and comfort her when she was like this.

"It's happening again-" (Y/n) couldn't get through the end of her sentence before she tilted her head down towards her thighs and started to heave. Horrid, gasping sounds rumbled past her lips as she coughed and gagged.

There was nothing left to throw up, why couldn't her body understand that? Why couldn't her body realise that she needed some sort of substance to keep going? She needed water. The baby needed water and food and nutrients and right now the baby was going to be suffering.

"What? Baby is it the morning sickness?"

"Hm, it's b-bad."

"Alright, tell me the last time you ate something, and be honest with me." Understanding was laced into Eddie's tone but there was a stern hint to his voice that made (Y/n) shiver.

She didn't usually tell him. She didn't like worrying him and Eddie knew this had to be bad for her to ring him when he was at work. She had to feel ill or worry that the baby wasn't okay if she was asking him to come home.

"Two… three days?"

"(Y/n)! You should have called me!"

Hearing her name pass through his lips in that tone made (Y/n) shiver and she couldn't help but cry in response.

If Eddie knew it was this bad he wouldn't have gone to work yesterday. If she told him the truth he would have stayed home to look after her and Chris and if she called him earlier he would of left work early to be with her. She couldn't hide things like this from him and just hope and pray she would be able to get better on her own soon.

"Fuck. Baby I'm sorry, God I'm coming to get you now, okay? Try and drink some water for me, and I-"

"I can't, it w- it won't stay down."

"I'll be ten minutes."

Eddie was true to his word, barely ten minutes after ending the phone call with (Y/n), he stumbled through the front door and took a look around. He found Chris in the living room. He was perched on the sofa, bashing his hands down on the sofa in a violent stim as he swayed back and forth, trying to focus on the cartoons playing on the tv.

"Bud, where's your mum?"

"Kitchen. She said wait in here for you."

"Good lad, go put your shoes on please." Eddie already had a gut feeling that he would be taking (Y/n) down to the emergency room when he got home. Knowing she wasn't letting Chris sit with her showed how badly she felt and cemented the fact in his mind that she needed to see a doctor.

When Chris got up to do as he was asked, Eddie hurried into the kitchen and took a look around.

There she was. His girl, slumped on the floor in front of the sink. She had her legs curled beneath her and both arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. Her head was slumped to the side against the cabinet and tears were drenching her face and falling down he bridge of her nose and off her chin.

"Alright baby, let me take a look at you."

He went down on his knees in front of her and gently cupped her face in his hands, leaning her up off the cabinet. He didn't like the way her hands shook as she moved to grab his wrists or the pain he could see swirling in her watering eyes when she looked up at him.

His index and middle fingers pressed down against her neck to check her pulse. It was racing.

The back of his hand pressed against her temple and he clicked his tongue; she was flushed and sweating.

He hooked his finger against her bottom lip and gently tugged it down so he could peer into her mouth. The inside of her lips were discoloured, both lips were dry and chapped. Her pupils were constricted, she could barely keep her focus settled on him.

"You haven't managed to eat anything, not a bit of toast or anything?" When she shook her head, Eddie leaned forward and kissed her temple. "When was the last time you actually had a drink and managed to keep it down?"

The question swirled around in (Y/n)'s head, but she didn't have the answer. Eddie had been at work. It was hard to piece together the days when he was at work and she and Chris were at home. When Eddie was home the other day, he hadn't seen (Y/n) eat anything and but he knew she'd managed a few drinks. But he went to work, he had no way of knowing if she kept those drinks down or if she threw them back up after he left.

Her inability to answer gave Eddie the information he needed. His wife was severely dehydrated, and he needed to get her to the emergency room. Again.

"Alright, shh it's okay. We're going to the hospital mi amor, okay?"

(Y/n) looped her arms around Eddie's neck and let her tears soak into his shoulder while he pressed a flurry of kisses against her temple. He curved an arm around her back and the other beneath her knees and effortlessly lifted her bridal style.

"Chris, get in the car buddy." He nodded when Chris pointed at the car keys and bustled ahead. They had done this dance before. Chris would unlock and open the car so Eddie could carry (Y/n) and get her in. When (Y/n) whimpered into his neck, Eddie tilted his head down against hers and tucked her tighter into his chest if it were possible. "Shh, you're gonna be just fine, mi amor. I've got you."

This would be the second time this month Eddie had taken (Y/n) down to the emergency room. It would be their third visit due to dehydration with this pregnancy.

How many more times would he have to take her before they could find something that would help her? Why was she struggling so much this time when she had been perfectly fine when they had Chris?

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Eddie lifted his head up off his hand and rattled his fingers through his hair. His head tilted down to look at Chris who was tucked under his right arm with his head in the middle of Eddie's chest. Chris had his legs curled up on the other side of the sofa while Eddie had his feet on the coffee table to stretch out.

They had been watching Scooby Doo for the last hour and during most of it, Eddie had zoned out or started to fall asleep. But he woke up almost straight away when Chris shifted round or started to laugh or mutter the lines.

When Chris tilted his head back into Eddie's chest to look up at him, Eddie smiled softly and moved his hand up and down Chris's arm.

"Ready for bed?" Eddie didn't know about Chris, but he himself was certainly ready to climb into bed.

Eddie had been on a night shift last night and when he came home in the morning, he told himself he wouldn't get into bed during the day and fall asleep. Whenever he did that, he either didn't sleep during the night or he made himself feel tired and sick when he had to wake up in the afternoon to pick Chris up from school.

But when he came home and found (Y/n) laid up in bed, Eddie couldn't resist and he had to join her. She didn't feel well.

Morning sickness had tapered down now but still came and went whenever it liked, even at seven months along. And for the past two days, (Y/n) had gone downhill with her energy level and her back pain. She barely got Chris to school on time this morning and when she came home, she bundled herself in bed and tried to sleep off the pains she had.

It was a comfort when Eddie joined her and they spent the majority of the day in bed. When Eddie brought Chris home from school, Chris had sat in bed with (Y/n) for a while to keep her company.

But after tea, Eddie told Chris to stay with him in the living room and let (Y/n) rest and sleep on her own.

"Can I say night to mummy?"

"Go on then, but don't wake her if she's asleep please."

Chris hopped up from the sofa and headed down the hall while Eddie busied himself turning the tv and the lights off. It was early, but he was tired too.

Chris pushed the bedroom door open and took a look around. The lights and the lamp were turned off, but the tv was on, although it was almost on mute with how low the volume was. The light from the tv shone on the bed and let Chris see where he was going as he wandered over to his mum's side.

She was laid on her side, her face buried in the pillows and he figured she was warm as the cover was only pulled up to her knees. He wandered over until he was next to the side table and gently flopped on the edge of the bed on his stomach. His chin propped up on (Y/n)'s arm that was about to dangle off the side of the bed and he smiled up at her.

"Hm, hi baby," (Y/n)'s voice was laced with sleep and she tiredly flopped her left arm around until it draped over Chris's shoulders. She tried to open her eyes and push her face down until she could kiss his curls.

"I told you not to wake her," Eddie chided quietly from the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms folded over his chest. But the smile on his face was enough of a giveaway that he wasn't annoyed. He would just rather have (Y/n) sleep while she could. God knows she hadn't been sleeping through the night recently when she felt sick, despite how run down and tired she was during the day.

"Night mummy." Chris kissed her cheek and giggled into her neck when she tightened her arm around him and pressed a sloppy kiss to his neck.

"Night baby."

It didn't feel like five minutes had passed since Chris left the room and (Y/n) suddenly realised Eddie was climbing in bed behind her. And she realised the tv was turned off. She must have drifted back off to sleep again while he tucked Chris in bed.

A smile pulled at her lips and she leaned back when Eddie's bare chest moulded up against her back. His lips attached to the side of her neck and his arm looped around her waist, keeping her pinned back against him. She felt his hand drift beneath her shirt and he began to draw lazy patterns along her stomach.

He may not be a fan of how ill and in pain (Y/n) was during this pregnancy, but he sure was a fan of her growing stomach. He had been in the army when she was pregnant with Chris, the best Eddie got was pictures and seeing (Y/n)'s changing shape over a bad internet connection. This time, he was here to touch and feel and see it with his own eyes.

"How you feeling?" Eddie mumbled into her neck and he stayed still and compliant when (Y/n) reached up to hold his hand that was on her stomach.

She gingerly moved his hand down until his palm was pressed against the left side of her stomach near the middle.

"Hurts there… she must be kicking me." She felt Eddie's right arm move beneath her pillow and her hand moved to hold his arm and tuck it beneath her neck instead so she could lean on him. She kissed his wrist and burrowed down against him. (Y/n) wasn't sure how long she had been asleep, but she felt like she could sleep for a month.

It had been lovely this afternoon to curl up in bed with Eddie and watch a movie and drift in and out of sleep together. Even if she did have twinging pains and a bad headache, (Y/n) had been thrilled to spend some down time with him.

Her lips curved into a tired grin when she felt Eddie's fingers feathering over her stomach and he pressed his lips against the back of her hair. Moving his leg to rest between her thighs.

"Least she's sleeping now." Eddie muttered back since he couldn't feel their daughter wriggling or kicking about. Not like this morning, she had been moving like mad earlier.

"Fuck… Eddie!"

Tilting his head back, Eddie let out a groan and tried to open his eyes. He could feel his left arm being tugged and pulled until his shoulder almost came out of its socket.

He pulled his arm out of (Y/n)'s grip and pressed his hands down on the mattress so he could groggily sit himself up and try to wake up. The bedside lamp was on, basking the room in a golden orange glow. He gave his head a little shake to ward off the sleep from his eyes and he looked over to his right at (Y/n).

She was sat up and seemed to be hunched forward with her knees curled up near her stomach. Her left hand had shifted from his arm to clench tightly around his thigh while her right hand moved across her stomach.

"Baby, what's up?" He inched closer to be at her side and moved his right hand so he could rub circles on her back.

Did she feel sick? Was her back hurting again and she couldn't sleep?

"It hurts, really bad."

When she turned to look at him, Eddie realised tears were drenching her face and her lower lip was wobbling and threatening to fall. The pain was evident in her eyes and by the way she was twitching and trembling back and forth. He didn't have to ask to know where the pain was.

"Contractions?" He almost didn't have the nerve to ask and before (Y/n) could give him an answer, Eddie moved. He turned so he was facing her and rolled her shirt up over her stomach so he could examine her.

"No, I- I don't think so." She couldn't be sure, but she didn't think it was contractions. (Y/n) thought she remembered that pain being lower down in her abdomen and near her pelvis. This pain was around the middle and towards the side of her abdomen. It didn't feel low enough.

Her back clicked and she tensed and shrugged back from his touch when he pressed down on her stomach. It felt like he had physically cut through a nerve and (Y/n) couldn't help but whimper.

She didn't like the way Eddie tore his fingers through his hair. That was something he did when he was panicking.

"Eddie…?"

"I'm taking you back to hospital, just… just let me call Buck and see if he can have Chris."

Whatever the problem was, Eddie didn't like it and he didn't want to hang around and wait for it to get worse. They needed to make another trip down to the emergency room and that either meant taking Chris with them in the middle of the night or finding someone to come over and watch him.

Her eyes followed Eddie as he scoured the floor for his lounge shirt he had tossed somewhere when he came to bed. He found it and shrugged it over his head while he clicked on Evan's contact and prayed Evan was a light sleeper and would hear his phone ring. He knew Evan wasn't on shift tonight and he shouldn't be on tomorrow either. Their shift patterns usually lined up and they did most of their shifts together at the station.

"Buck, hey sorry I know it's late… I need a favour." He wouldn't know who else to call apart from Bobby, and he wasn't sure if Bobby would be at work tonight or in the morning. At least with Evan, Chris wouldn't be so unsettled if he woke in the morning and found his uncle here instead of his parents.

If not, Chris was going to get a very rude awakening and would be going out for a midnight drive.

"(Y/n)'s not well, I need to take her to the hospital, any chance you could come over so I don't have to take Chris with us-" Eddie pressed the phone to his ear and turned on his heels when he heard the quiet noise (Y/n) mewled. "Baby, what is it?"

He rounded the side of the bed and went to sit down next to her but he stopped when he realised she wasn't looking at him.

She had gone to sleep wearing only one of Eddie's shirts and her underwear. And when Eddie looked down, he realised there was a small splatter of blood beneath her and crimson smears stuck to her inner thighs.

"Thanks Buck…" Eddie trailed off and hung up before he slumped down on the side of the bed when Evan agreed instantly.

His eyes locked with (Y/n)'s while she raked her nails up and down her thighs hard enough to create streak marks in her skin. Why was she bleeding? If she thought she wasn't having contractions earlier, she was dead certain now that she wasn't. This wasn't labour, this was something else. She didn't bleed like this during labour- well, she had with Chris but that had been at the very end when she haemorrhaged. This wasn't normal.

"Baby, baby just look at me." Eddie reached across and held her wrists in his hands, pulling her hands onto his lap so she wouldn't hurt herself. "It's okay, as soon as Buck gets over here we'll go see a doctor. It's just a little blood, that's probably why you're in pain. Something might have moved or torn but it's okay."

(Y/n) tried to nod, but she couldn't bring herself to agree with Eddie. This pregnancy had been nothing but trouble. She had been sick, constantly in pain, unable to get out of bed or look after herself or Chris.

She felt like a hinderence to Eddie, she felt like she was causing so many problems and it wasn't fair. This never happened with Chris. She never got this unlucky and part of (Y/n) was glad. If this happened with Chris she would of had to rely on Eddie's family to help her and she wouldn't have him with her to look after her and comfort her.

But at the same time, this was the first pregnancy where she had Eddie here with her and it was going downhill. She loved Eddie's protective nature and him looking after her, but this wasn't fair.

"What did I do?"

"Hey, you didn't do anything, alright? Our girl's just a bit troublesome. Are you okay if I go unlock the door and grab a few things?"

When she nodded, Eddie pressed his lips to her forehead and lingered there for a few seconds before he dared to move. He made quick work of turning the lights on and finding his car keys and his wallet and slipping into his trainers. He unlocked the front door and found (Y/n)'s shoes before he headed back into the bedroom.

Admittedly Eddie wasn't used to this. He wasn't used to late night trips to the emergency room, it hadn't happened with (Y/n) for months since before this pregnancy. Eddie had never taken her so many times. The last time before she got pregnant was when she had an accident in the kitchen and sliced a kitchen knife through her hand.

"Alright, let's get these on you, baby."

(Y/n) slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed and tried to smile when Eddie slipped her plimsols on her feet like she was Cinderella. He couldn't exactly walk her into the emergency room with nothing on her feet and he figured she wouldn't want him carrying her in this time since she was more lucid. She had passed out last time when he and Chris got her to the hospital.

Her hands moved to Eddie's shoulders when his hands cupped her hips and he helped ease her forward off the bed so she was stood up in front of him.

(Y/n) latched her hands around Eddie's bicep and pressed her face into his shoulder. She was relieved he let her lean on him and his right hand moved across her chest to hold her arm and make sure she was supported as they slowly headed out the bedroom.

They didn't get three feet down the hall before (Y/n) pulled Eddie's arm closer and suddenly pressed his hand into her stomach as she groaned. Her chin pressed down into her chest and she froze, feeling a sob bubbling up in the back of her throat when she looked down.

Blood was steadily trickling down her thighs.

It felt as if a cord in her stomach had snapped. She could feel the baby moving and turning, mixing in with the throbbing ache pulsing through the middle of her stomach.

"Fuck- okay, come here baby." Eddie moved his hand from her arm to her waist and gently started tugging her with him as he walked backwards and pushed the bathroom door open with his foot. He flicked the light on and spun (Y/n) so he could ease her down to sit on the toilet.

He crouched down in front of her but his heart broke when (Y/n) began to cry. Quiet, rumbling sobs shook past her lips along with shallow breaths while both her hands moved to press into her stomach as if it would somehow help or stem the bleeding.

"Do- do you think we'll lose her?" (Y/n) could barely bring her eyes up to look at Eddie as he crouched between her thighs.

He froze for a second, unable to drag his eyes away from hers when her question broke his heart. He didn't want to think like that. He didn't want to go down that path or let his mind wander because he didn't know what either of them would do if that was the case.

She watched as he moved his hands to press them on top of hers, cradling her stomach with her as he rolled his lips together.

"No, no we're not losing her mi amor. She's not going anywhere."

He needed to get both his girls to the hospital; again.

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"Mum!" A smile lit up Chris's face and he wandered into the kitchen and locked his eyes on (Y/n). He didn't expect to find her in here. He slung his school bag on the kitchen table and hurried over to where (Y/n) was knelt on the floor.

He slumped down on his knees next to her and wrapped his arms around her, burrowing his face into her neck as he nudged the washing basket in front of her out of his way.

"Hi baby, how was school?"

"Good, I won a quiz in English." He grinned when (Y/n) kissed his cheek, whispering "That's my clever boy." In his ear.

His forehead pressed into hers but he tilted his head to the side to look up when Eddie walked into the kitchen. They both watched him stand in the doorway, arms folded over his chest and his head tilted to one side with an arched brow in (Y/n)'s direction.

"Funny, I thought bed rest meant staying in bed, and this looks like the kitchen to me."

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and leaned against Chris's forehead, watching quietly as Eddie grabbed the wash basket and put it on the kitchen table next to Chris's bag. She pressed another kiss to Chris's cheek before he unravelled from her and moved to sit down at the table.

She reached her hand up to the counter but stopped when Eddie only sighed and held his hands out in front of her. She took them gratefully and let him lift her up to her feet.

Her hands moved up to grip his shoulders and she smiled sweetly up at him but it didn't do anything to soften Eddie's look. She could feel his hands move to give her hips a squeeze and she let him turn her in the direction of the doorway. That was her silent signal to go back and sit down.

She looked over at Chris and gave him a lasting smile which he returned, before she headed out the kitchen. Her hand trailed along the wall for leverage to try and keep herself upright. Her legs had gone to jelly hours ago from how long she had been sat down. And (Y/n) could feel Eddie hovering behind her like a looming shadow of protection.

When she got in the bedroom, (Y/n) moved towards the pile of clothes she had set on the bed earlier and began folding them ready to put away. Eddie's eyes burned holes through her back and the thought made her shiver.

Her lips pressed together into a thin line and she moved her free hand to cradle her stomach.

"Would you just sit down?" Eddie reached out and planted his hands back down on (Y/n)'s hips and stopped her in her tracks.

He pressed his chest into her back and leaned over to attach his lips to the side of her neck. He stopped her from walking towards the wardrobe and he curved one arm around to grab the clothes from her hands and throw them back down on the bed.

He could feel (Y/n) waiting for his next move and when she tilted her head back on his shoulder, he moved his hand to her stomach.

"I've been stuck in here for two weeks, baby. I need to move at some point,"

Bed rest had never felt so boring. In truth, (Y/n) had never been put on bed rest before, she'd never had an accident or an injury that called for bed rest. Having a placental abruption changed things. No heavy lifting, no straining or moving about too much in case the placenta moved any more. If (Y/n) had another haemorrhage, she would go into labour or risk losing the baby.

And (Y/n) couldn't wake up during the night to another bleed and horrid pains that still seemed to echo in her stomach, even now.

"Moving isn't the problem, trying to do everything else is. Leave the washing, me and Chris will do that later."

"I can't just do nothing, this whole pregnancy I've barely got out of bed other than to be sick or go to hospital." (Y/n) could feel tears welling up in her eyes and her throat felt like it was going to close up.

She moved her hands down to squeeze Eddie's hands until he walked her over to the bed and she took the hint to sit down. She thought he would sit next to her but he moved round and instead, knelt down between her legs. His arms resting on her thighs with his hands cupping her hips and his chin perched on her leg so he was staring up at her with those chocolate eyes that melted her into a puddle.

"You're not well, mi amor, there's nothing with taking it easy. Two, maybe three weeks and she'll be here." Eddie slipped his hand beneath her shirt to run his fingers along her stomach and he leant up so he could press his lips to the spot where he felt the baby kick.

He smiled softly against her stomach when he felt (Y/n)'s hands move so one was gripping his shoulder and the other was tangled in his hair. Her fingers combed through his locks and brushed them back while she leaned over to kiss his temple.

"I want her now… I'm fed up of being ill." (Y/n) could feel the tears rolling down her face before she realised she was starting to cry.

Eddie's lips pressed a final kiss to her stomach before he pushed up on his knees so he was level with her, resting between her thighs. His fingers wormed their way along her hips and beneath her shirt before his hands spread out across her back and he tugged her closer. He let her slump her head onto his shoulder and he turned his head to the side so he could press a wet, tender kiss to her temple.

"She'll be here soon, baby. Then we'll have a little girl in our arms, hm?"

That was the only thought keeping Eddie going. That soon enough, this pregnancy from Hell would be over and he would have (Y/n) back to her normal health and he wouldn't have to worry about her so much. And there would be a little girl in his arms that he would spoil. They would be a family of four and everything would get back on track once their daughter was here.

"Can't you bribe her to be born now?" It was no secret that their daughter loved the sound of Eddie's voice.

He had taken to talking to her when she started to kick and wriggle because she seemed to settle when he spoke. And it was a way Eddie had gotten (Y/n) to stick to bed rest if he stayed with her and started talking to their baby.

His lips curved into a smile against her temple and he continued to rub his hand up and down her back. He wasn't sure what good it would do, but if it would calm (Y/n) down and get her to stay in bed and rest, he would do anything.

"I can try."

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What Chip's current condition may possibly mean for both him and the crew (a theory of sorts)

Spoilers for ep. 109 and 110. Heed the warning.

Okay, so ever since ep. 109 came out I've been frantically reading about undead and what does it mean for your pc to be undead. I stayed silent about it, cause I wasn't sure if Nik could fix this, but now that ep. 110 is out I'd like to share some of the things I found, for folks like me, who do not know much abt DnD yet.

So, in a long list of features the undead have, most prominent problem is how hard it is to heal them. None of Jay's or Gillion's spells can heal Chip now, we'd need a spell that normally damages people, like necromancy spells, since they have a reverse efffect on the undead, and none of them has access to that currently. Not only that, once Chip's health reaches zero at this state, that's it. No death saves, no going unconscious or going down. That's it, which is why the moment he turned undead, Jay started spamming the temporary HP canon. So Chip doesn't lose any of his core health pool. If he did die in this state, from then on, only a spell called Wish (if I'm not mistaken a lvl 9 Sorcerer wish, so Gillion could do that if he cranked up three more levels in sorcery real quick) or True Ressurection could save him. But these two spells would also bring Chip back to life as a regular person, not the undead, so it would be cool to seek out someone who could do that for them at the most convenient time.

To balance it out, Chip is resistant to a shit ton of attack types, including poison, physical, necrotic and many other. To top it off with Chip's evasion skills, I'm giving him good chances to either minimalize or negate most damage in this form. And well, considering everything, he'd be wise to take every opportunity to do so, joke damage taking is no longer an option, I think. Also Gillion needs to be very careful with radiant damage around Chip, cause it's very effective on the undead. Chip getting hit by Gillion's strike may damage him greatly, and the two need to be very careful around each other from now on :(((

And the most interesting thing I found is the Undead Hunger variant. Some undead can just live on for centuries and be fine without a need to feed on something. But some, even the intelligent ones like Chip, may need a bit more than that, and given that very ominous intelligence check Grizzly made him roll at the end of the day, I'm thinking he's implementing the hunger rule on Chip. Lemme tell you a bit about it.

So Undead Hunger is a Variant Rule that DMs use on player characters that are undead sometimes. And that means that once in a while Chip would have to feed on some sort of specific type of morsel to satisfy his craving, or suffer the cosequences. There are two variants of undead that can make roll for this: Inescapable Craving or Diet Dependent. The player in that case rolls for willpower, which DMs usually make a wisdom or intelligence check. In our case Grizzly chose intelligence, and Chip passed with a 19. The DC for Inescapably Craving Undead is 25, but the DC for Diet Dependent Undead is 15. So from that I deduced that Chip would be a Diet Dependent Undead, since he passed the roll.

Hunger for the Undead is like addiction to the living. This means that unless Chip can resist it with a succesful roll, he may become more agressive, anxious, violent or even self-destructive the longer he is denied a preferred meal. If he can't eat, he'll have to roll for keeping himself at bay every three days. He doesn't have to roll if he eats.

So you may ask now: what happens if he fails one to many times? This is the interesting part. So if Chip fails his once per three days intelligence check, the DM will make him take ability damage. That means that one of his stats (wisdom, strength, dexterity etc.) will reduce by a whatever number Grizzly sees fit (Chip can get all the lost points back the moment he eats). In the guide I've read it says that wisdom is the most crucial ability score to lose, tho I'm unsure if the DM takes away only from wisdom or if he can take any of the stats, I may need to read more on that. But the thing is, the more rolls Chip fails, the more wisdom he may loose, and please note, Chip does not have much wisdom to begin with (but he does have high intelligence so thank the gods for that at least).

The less wisdom Chip has, the more desperate he gets when it comes to eating. He may start seeking out more risky ways to get fed or do things he normally wouldn't to get it. Hunger can't kill him though, it may just make him lose himself (hence that comment of Grizzly's about him needing to hold onto his sense of self, at least that's what I think that is). Once Chip reaches wisdom score 0, Bizzly actually loses control over him, and Grizzly takes over Chip and he plays Chip as he was a wild enemy beast. In that state Chip can throw himself on anyone or anything that can provide him food, his mind completely lost. He can hurt others, attack his crew. He can do anything the DM determines a starved mindless beast would do.

He can come back to his senses once more, when he does feed on whatever is decided his preferred meal is, all his wisdom regained and all, but the consequences of his actions, when he was not himself, the dreadful realisation that he is now a monster, who needs to be kept in check so he doesn't hurt the people he loves...This may be a lot for Chip to take. If this were to happen, he'll need a lot of his crewmates' support and reassurance, and a lot of honesty will be demanded from Chip. He'd have to warn people around him and make sure everyone knows how he's feeling, if he needs help in finding food. Casue hiding this hunger may result in tragedy.

And of course, it doesn't help that they are where they are now. In any case, if Grizz decides that Chip's favourite meal is humanoid flesh (beyond cruel is what that would be), they are fucked, basically. If it is the flesh of any other creature or animal, well they are also fucked, because they are in a motherfucking Black Sea, so good luck finding anything consumable like this either way.

But hey, of course do remeber that in the end these are just my conclusions based on what I read. Grizzly might not be even using any of these rules, cause he's the DM and he can do whatever he wants. I just thought that based on what we saw, this is very likely to happen (consider it a theory of mine for the time being). If you would like to read more about it, I'll leave you the link to this one really good website that I found most of the information on. I can't confirm its relaibility, but it looks very informative, comprehensive and thought out, and thus far was the most thorough source I found, so I'm personally willing to trust it. But please do find out for yourself. That'll be it, see you and I hope you had fun reading!

Link to the website: https://www.realmshelps.net/monsters/aboutundead.shtml#undeadhunger

UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!

Tags written out by the wonderful @dinzeeyz !!! They explained here what is ACTUALLY happening to Chip, not a theory, facts from the boys themselves! Please make sure to read them!!!

Well, there it is folks! Of course, I do not mind that I was wrong! The fun part in theorizing is not being right or wrong, but the journey one takes to find out the truth! And the truth is SO much more horrifying than I could ever think! You see, I was kinda thinking abt ways for Chip to still function while undead, but there is NO FUNCTIONING WHATSOEVER APPARENTLY. Grizzly's not playing, and the prospect of losing Chip forever is real oh dear OMG, that's absolutely insane!!! Please feel welcome to discuss this, I'll be definitely making more posts about this once I have a little more time but holy shit guys. We need to fix that boy up F A S T. If we lose Chip, I'm not recovering-

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 19/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

Hello!!! How's everyone's weekend?!

I had the most relaxing trip of my life. Me and my best friend went on a picnic and the place was so gorgeous I wish I was rich enough to have that kind of landscaping.

Anyway!

Here's my update. I hope you all enjoy.

As always: likes, reblogs, and ESPECIALLY COMMENTS are so appreciated and it honestly gives me motivation. We're near the end meaning this might end this week :((

Disclaimer: I did get some help with chat gpt for some paragraphs just to get my ideas across and also because English is not my first languagee. I edited them of course myself because u know how automated shit can be.

I'm learning I promise!

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Every denizen of Hell held their breath in anticipation as each agonizing minute passed without a word from the King. Some feared he had met his demise the moment he entered, leaving them grasping at false hope. The Overlords pondered the same grim possibility but dared not voice it in the presence of higher demons.

Amidst the tension, the task of pacifying Paimon fell upon the Goetias, who found themselves ensnared in his relentless tirade about their illustrious King and their collective duty to fix Hell's problems, a duty he believed lay solely with them, not Lucifer.

The Sins, meanwhile, remained vigilant, their eyes fixated on the entrance through which Lucifer had disappeared, searching for any subtle sign of their brother's fate.

Satan, ever watchful, kept a peripheral eye on Goodie. The Good of Humanity had fallen into an unusual silence since Lucifer embarked on his suicide mission. Unlike the rest, she wore neither worry nor despair on her face, hell, not even of glee; instead, there was a knowing glint in her eyes the Sin of Wrath definitely did not like. He could only hope Lucifer emerges from all of this still himself.

At the very back, Vox stole a glance at his rival, noting the whatever-the-fuck thing he had with the King. He half-expected the radio demon to remain his usual apathetic self. And he was half right. The guy was smiling with no care in the world. Yet, to his surprise, a strained smile is etched the demon's face. It's not as noticeable but if you've been looking at Alastor as closely as Vox had been for the past how many years, it's like a giant pimple you can't ignore. There was a glassy look in his eyes, as if the radio demon is going to-

Vox wonders incredulously if his wiring got fried by that shockwave earlier because there is no fucking way.

The media demon is silently thankful he couldn't finish that thought as they are knocked down once more.

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It all unfolded in a blink, leaving them no time to respond. The ground quaked with a force that they realized was from the towering tree that's trembling before them. Roots and branches contorted, twisting inwards and outwards like a well-oiled machine, as if the very essence of the tree was tearing itself apart. Red flowers all around withered as the oppressive miasma dispersed. Then, with a thunderous crash, the colossal tree collapsed into a single heap.

The dust clears presenting a lone figure stands in the center of it all.

Belphagor: Lucifer!

There stood the King of Hell, his horns protruding proudly and his corrupted halo casting an ominous black glow. His six wings spread wide, a testament to his power and dominance. It was Lucifer. But... something seemed off.

The Sin of Pride appeared altered. His once pure white attire had transformed into black, adorned with accents of red. His porcelain skin, once flawless, now bore a grayish, melancholic hue. However, the most striking change lay in his hair—it was no longer the radiant gold of angels, but a sinister black with tendrils of creeping red, moving like of the deadly miasma.

Lucifer looked like a shadow of himself.

Before anyone could react, the fallen angel lunged towards Goodie, swiftly pinning her to the ground.

Lucifer: Ẏ̷̨̖̯͎̤͎͖̪̆̀̊͌͑̓̇o̵̻͗̔͊̃͘̚͠ṳ̸͎̍̊͗̌̈ ̵̱͙͇͛͑i̴̳͈̗̺͒̏̃̀̚͝n̸̢̧̖͖͚͉͙̤͇͆̃͛͊̿͛́̚͘s̸͇͚̱͍͈̤̘̒̂̈́̆͗̈̆ͅó̵̇̅́͜l̶͇̝̞̜̰̘͊̒͂̓͝ë̶̮͔̰́̀̑̔̽͊̐n̶̡̧̗̤̘̞̑̇̀t̴͙̲̳̦̦͎͔̠̔ ̵̮̰̞͐̌͌b̸̧͚̾i̴̧̜̪̳̤͔̹͉̦̇͠t̴͖̐̀̾̌̽̎̂̅͜ͅc̵̛̞̳͛̋̆̏͆̏h̷̟̺̬̗͗̉̓̍!̴͉̲̼̪͓̻̪̻̀̊ ̷͇͓̲̬͍̦̙̹͓̔̈́͊̇

Goodie chokes from the stench of hellfire on her skin.

Goodie: I never lied to you, angel. I told you that you were the key.

Lucifer: Y̷̢̘̻̩̲͐͋̐̌́́͝ŏ̴͎̌́u̷̟̯͋ ̶͔̝̘̓̈́̄̈́́̀̐ǵ̸͍͌͝͝á̵̧̫͔̤̘̹̓͗͂v̶̢͕̘̼̦̰̐ẽ̵̝̥͈̝̓͋̌̋͠ ̸̝͙̐̓m̵̩͖͍͒͌͛̔e̸̤̹̻̪͇͔̽̇ ̵̜̬̰̟̖̘͈̐̆̀á̸̻̜̬̫̝͇͚ ̷̢̗̠̮͊ͅf̶̡̩̟͘͝a̵̢͎͆k̷̲̰͓̤̐͌̽͐̿̕͠e̷̛̪̖̅̒̀̓͐͜ͅ ̸̭͙̫̂̚ͅs̴̩̝̺͕̲̯͒e̸̮͍̤̦̯̎̈́̔̌̇͌ä̷̳̖͓̒̕l̶̦̬̙̘̝̉̏̔̈́͆͘͠.̸̨͓͉͒̄̚ ̶͈͆̽̿̋̑̈̕T̶̗̹̱̞̭̩͉̍͆̀̚é̵̹̗͖ļ̶̜̬͍͓̗̿͑̾̋̏̕l̸̛̀̆̓̾ͅ ̷̡̗̼̀̿̓m̸̛̗̞͕̠̟ę̵̬̰̻̮͎̉̓ ̵̥̩̞̮͈͖̅̃̑͜͝ŵ̷͈̥͕̦̘̙̏h̶̝͈̬͖̲̯̝͊̓̕ȳ̴̱̓̄̎͝ ̵̛̣̭̘͔͋̏́̀̋I̵̡̦̬̬̫͓̭͆̍͌͗̍́̀ ̶̛͈͆s̵̛̗͙̙̭h̷̝͌͌͜͝͠ȏ̴̝̹̻͚̾́̃̔͘͝ư̸̮͓̰̖͔̙̇́͊̽̐̔l̶͙̟̙̣̮̱̞̂͌̏͗d̴̢͊͒̉̈ ̸̠̠̮̉̿n̴͚̯̜̫̊ō̴̡͉̪̥̗̹̲̽̄̀̕t̴̢̺̱̊̉̎̕͜͠ ̷̛̹̜̿͝ķ̴̻͚̙͔̈́͊̍í̸̥̼͕̮̾̿͌l̷̢͂̏͆͊̃͠l̷̡̨͎̪̝̖̱̽̽̓͐̀́̈́ ̷͖̿̋͛y̶̻̝̆͂͝ỏ̸̧̹͇̫̀̐̀̍͋̃ų̶̟̩͔͇̝͚̎̈́̑̕͠ ̵͍̃͗͠ẁ̷̝̟̥̰̘͎͒͛́͒h̵̦̜̩̬͋͐̋ė̶̃͜ṙ̸̡̧̟͉̻̬͚̅e̵̤̮̟͌̓ ̴̹͕̮͍̺̲͇̉y̴̨̛̪͛̍̓̏ô̴͔͍͉̅̈́̌u̴̙͖͖͎͐͛̒ ̶̟̙͍̖̭̃̌́l̵̙̽̈́̐͝á̷̡͔̞͈̜͎͒͌̑̐͝y̴̼̹̪̻̒̓̽̀̚?̴̛̻̘͈͍͕̒̃̀̓̏

Goodie: It was not a fake. Without it, you would have perished the moment you set foot in-ah!-side.

Lucifer: H̵̹̩̗̑̎̈́́̕o̷̘͝ẇ̷̢̨̛͇̞̝̦̠̎ ̸̯̹͋̃͑͘͝d̴͉̭̟̫̙̠͂à̶͎̮̝̺̺̥͙̓͛͂̒́ŗ̴̡̺̬̭̝̳̓̈́̑̍͝ĕ̷͓̕ ̸̺͈̖̣̳̃y̴̜̞͆͑̉͠o̴͓͋ủ̸͈͎̳̥͈̞̍̀͜ ̸̥̑͐̇̂̈́̐͝t̶͓͋r̶̼͠ỉ̸͍̻̫̩͍̓͌̍̄͝ċ̷̞̤̭̳̈́̓́̃k̶̖̹͙̋̓̑̀̅̔͊ ̵͙̠̻̜̎ͅt̵̛͇̀̑̀h̴̛̥͉̲̬̰͛̊̀̅͝e̵͇̮̫̟̗̍͊̓ ̶̰͎̟̜̗̈̋͂̓K̶̞͉̰̫̂͂̋͝ͅi̷̯̟̤̽͛̈͑n̵̬͙͑̉̍͊̕͠ģ̸͖͍̪̉͗̂͠ ̷̣̯͖̭̜̀ͅǫ̵̨̣̿̽̑͜f̶͔͖̬͐͌ ̸̼̅̿͒̎́Ḣ̴͎͕̳́ͅe̶̛̞̱̦͈l̴̡̲̯͔̰̱̂̅̀̄̈͗͋l̸͍̩̯̗̏?̴̯̥̭̦͙̃̏!̸̼̹͍͖͒̊̅̊̌̔̍

Goodie: Do not delude yourself. There was no chance that this could have ended differently.

Lucifer was heaving so much that Goodie could sense his energy waning. Seizing the opportunity, she managed to escape his clutches. Despite the danger surrounding her, (such bothersome loyalty) she couldn't resist letting out a chuckle, teasing the angel one last time.

Goodie: I gotta say, angel, I do like your new look. Corruption definitely suits you.

Lucifer: F̸̢̨͔̲͖̖̳͍̑̽͜U̵̼̪̰͈̟̜͙͌́́̅̈́̔C̷̢̯͓̘̬͖̝̎K̶̳̖͓̘̝̗̀̓̈́̾̉̾̾͊͠͝Î̶͇͕͚̪̭̎N̴͉̟͍̻͇̚G̵̠̲̰͈̖̎͂͋̾ ̴̧̥͕̹̭̘̜͍̟̎̂̔͗̋̿̒B̶̢̦̤̥͕͉͋̂͌́́͂̈̔͠I̸̗̭̼͊̐͂̀̈́̐̏̐T̸̠̹͓̮̱̻̹̯͉̦̍̔̽̍̄͌̆C̸͍̩̉̈́̈́̄͒̓͑̾͝ͅḨ̴̦̙͉̫̪̫̇̀̄̈́̋͘!

Lucifer then collapses to his knees, clutching his throat as if he's drowning in searing heat. Confusion and desperation fill his voice as he struggles for breath.

Lucifer: How? *gasp* why? *gasp* -trusted-

There's a flurry of movement around him, voices overlapping and blending into a chaotic white noise. Amidst it all, someone speaks with a commanding tone, their words cutting through the haze.

Alastor: Listen to only me, my dear.

There was a faint humming of music? Was Alastor here?

Alastor: I'm here, my Majesty. Calm yourself. You need not to panic.

He's trying, he really is. But his ears are muddled and he can't understand anything anymore. Everything is happening all at once, leaving him disoriented and terrified.

As consciousness begins to slip through his grasp, the Sin of Pride feels a sense of detachment. A new presence moves in front of him, accompanied by a chorus of apologies that echo faintly in his ears.

A cool sensation brushes against his fevered forehead, offering a brief respite from the overwhelming heat and chaos. And with that fleeting moment of relief, Lucifer succumbs to the darkness.

Roo: How fun~

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Transformation central! (Transformation central!)

Reformation central! (Reformation central!)

Transmogrification central!

[arrenlebanen777]

ASTROLOGY 🌿🌿🌿 Degrees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This post is for all the people that is asking me questions about Degrees! and for anyone who wants to know a little more, but lets do it in order for your understanding! FIRST: 1)Houses: Areas of life. 2)Signs: How is for you that area of life and how you are in that area of life in general. 3)Planets/Asteroids: Characters/Archetypes of an area of life. *if Planets and asteroids are in conjunction, they fussionate each other creating a synergy expression of them* 4)Degrees: Are the expression of the Planet/Asteroid(s) in that area of life/in general. *Degrees have a double loaded energy: It gives you the approach/expression of that planet/asteroid but also gives you the issues related to the degree sign that you have to face/work in that area of life/in general*

SECOND: Aries: 1, 13, 25 -Approach/Expression: Bold, confident, blunt, warrior, confrontational, masculine. -Issues: Abuse, Fighting, Assertiveness, aggressiveness, individuality, impatience, frustration, impulsivity. Taurus: 2, 14, 26 -Approach/expression: Patient, ambitious, grounded, elegance, sensual, romantic. -Issues: Criticism, slow, stubborn, materialism, hedonism, values. Gemini: 3, 15, 27 -Approach/expression: witty, playful, intelligent, light-hearted, curious. -Issues: Nervousness, immaturity, inner adult, taking things too lightly, too childish, mental. Cancer: 4, 16, 28 -Approach/expression: Nurturing, warm, tender, emotional, deepness. -Issues: lazy, too emotional, comfort zone, emotional maturity/intelligence, manipulation. Leo: 5, 17, 29 -Approach/expression: Expansive, radiant, bold, confident, playful, dominant, creative. -Issues: narcissism, arrogance, egocentrism, attention/validation seeking, childish, emptiness. Virgo: 6, 18 -Approach/expression: Practical, analytical, thoughtful, intelligent, reserved, servicial. -Issues: Health issues, Mental-health issues, OCD, anxiety, mental blocks, turmoil. Libra: 7, 19 -Approach/expression: charismatic, calm, balanced, beauty, good sense of justice, sociable. -Issues: people pleasing, putting others before themselves, anger issues, double sided, condescension, superficiality. Scorpio: 8, 20 -Approach/expression: Powerful, intense, passionate, extreme, mysterious, magnetic. -Issues: Power struggles, abuse, manipulation, overly secretiveness, lying, addictions. Sagittarius: 9, 21 -Approach/expression: Motivated, extrovert, fiery, philosophical, expansive, fun. -Issues: hypocrisy, overindulgence, superficiality, arrogance. Capricorn: 10, 22 -Approach/expression: Ambitious, determined, perseverance, strict, disciplined, strong. -Issues: shadow, inner critic, responsibility, maturity, real structure, honesty. Aquarius: 11, 23 -Approach/expression: Different, original, intelligent, sharp, unique, individualistic, altruism, humanitarian -Issues: bring ideas down to earth, idealism, unpredictability, escapism, collective unconscious, kinks. Pisces: 12, 24 -Approach/expression: Spiritual, mystic, alluring, mysterious, soft, compasive. -Issues: confusion, lack of boundaries, uprooting, delusional.

🌿Hope it has served you a little bitl!, I made it simple and practical for your understanding so that you can begin to understand/interpret your own placements🌿

[boinin]

Blue Lock volume cover analysis

An examination of unusual features and chains among the 28 volumes released to date. Subject to revision.

Like this? Want to reference these points in your own analysis on Reddit, YouTube, wherever? Go ahead! A shout out to this post is appreciated. Straight up plagiarism isn’t.

Volume 8: Mikage Reo

Reo's chains are noticeably shaded green. Guess whose eyes glow green when they're fired up...

In addition, @thyandrawrites has a theory that Reo ties/reties his hair up as a way to maintain emotional composure. The volume covers tend to represent the character's personality or struggles in some sense. If so, this is an early nod to the emotional trials Reo endures during the series.

Volume 10: Tokmitsu Aoshi

No chain weirdness here, but Tokimitsu is surrounded by black gunk in his cover. This may be a visualisation of his anxiety and the way he copes with it: running at speed and bulldozing through his opponents.

Volume 11: Ego Jinpachi

Ego's cover depicts him totally immobilised by the four chains bound to his neck. To date, no other character has been more restrained by the chains. This likely represents that Ego's fate is utterly dependent on the outcome of Blue Lock. His cover also suggests that Blue Lock (and football) consume Ego's life.

Volume 12: Shidou Ryuusei

Shidou's chains have a blue glow, much like Sendou's in volume 27. This glow is far closer to Shidou's collar however. It could imply that Blue Lock is the beginning of Shidou's pursuit of football.

He's also depicted with demon wings. The collar or chains don't impede his movement significantly, unlike other characters. In addition to portraying his incredible physicality, this could also visually represent how Blue Lock has failed to subdue Shidou.

Volume 16: Oliver Aiku

Aiku's chains are wrapped tightly around his arm and he's pulling them taut. The chains themselves appear rusted and cracked, most notably on his collar. This could represent Aiku's relationship with football. He grew jaded with being a striker in high school. Becoming a defender, then the match against Blue Lock, revitalised his enthusiasm. Hence, the chain is holding fast: he's just as ensnared by football (and Blue Lock) as the others.

Volume 17: Itoshi Sae

Sae and his chains are bathed in radiant gold light, which is associated with both divinity and wealth. His chains crumble in one place, and remain barely intact. I offer two interpretations for this. Firstly: unlike the others, Blue Lock does not have a strong impact on Sae—his success as a footballer is completely independent of it.

Secondly: if we take the chain to represent Sae's footballing career, the crumbling chain could allude to a time when football negatively impacted him. Perhaps whatever happened in Madrid? But he came back stronger, as the rest of his chains appear even more golden.

Volume 18: Teieri Anri

Anri is the only character depicted without chains or a collar. While working with Ego is a prison sentence in its own right, the artwork suggests that her ambition and future isn't connected to the outcome of Blue Lock. It can also be interpreted as a nod to the hierarchy within Blue Lock. Anri is Ego's boss and thus, she is free while he is constrained. However...

Zoom in on the reflection on her phone screen. It appears to reflect a wide grin—which can only be one person's. Taking into account her passivity in chapter 247, this detail positions Anri as Ego's accomplice: willing to do his bidding, no matter how amoral.

Volume 19: Michael Kaiser

Kaiser's collar and chains are made of glass, through which his blue rose tattoo is visible. As chapter 243 told us, a blue rose represents the impossible to Kaiser. Glass chains suggests that his ego or ties to football are fragile, and could be broken easily. Symbolically, glass can also represent transparency. As a character, Kaiser is upfront about his talent and desires. Nobody is in doubt about his footballing mantra or his intent to undermine Isagi.

Volume 20: Alexis Ness

Ness's chains are entwined with blue rose brambles, all but for a short length to the top right of the image. While Ness came to love football independently, seeing it as magical, the rose brambles show that his connection to football is now inseparable from his devotion to Kaiser. It also reflects that Ness would not be a professional footballer without Kaiser, as per chapter 242/243.

Volume 24: Hiori Yo

Hiori is the only character shown holding the end of his chain, which is secured by a football-shaped weight. This suggests that Hiori himself is the one in control of his career, rather than external forces. Football is a burden to him, albeit something he can carry. Therefore, Hiori is not ensnared by the chains (or Blue Lock) to the same extent as other characters. Appropriate for a character guaranteed to succeed as a footballer, but who ultimately may not choose to pursue it.

Volume 25: Niko Ikki

Niko's volume cover is hilarious. I'll leave the explaining to Tomo-tan, who lays out the humour and genius of Niko's cover in this great Reddit post.

Volume 26: Don Lorenzo

Members of the New Generation World XI have no chill when it comes to their covers, and Don Lorenzo is no exception. His collar shows bite marks, as though chewed through. Gold teeth are good for more than caramel popcorn, apparently.

Lorenzo's chains are accompanied by what looks like electricity. This suggests that football reanimated Lorenzo from near death, as per chapter 216. It's a visual nod to his playstyle, which resembles the incessant pursuit of a zombie. Guess we can call him Snuffy's Monster.

Volume 27: Sendou Shuuto

A blue glow appears on Sendou’s chains, halted from travelling further by his fist. This may represent the threat Blue Lock poses to Sendou's footballing career. He's already been kicked as the striker of the national team; now in the Neo Egoist League, he must battle for a place on the new U20 line-up. No easy feat, as his sweaty face implies.

Another detail worth mentioning is that the trajectory of one of Sendou's chains appear to align with the chain Aiku's pulling in his cover. This similarity, and the fact that they're both holding their chains, may be interpreted as a nod to their status as former U20 teammates—likely the only ones that will make the new team, going off the latest NEL auction table.

[eldritch-spouse]

So, the concubi are instinctively grossed out by children, and I think you mentioned that even 18\19 is pushing it for most.

Do they react similarly to creatures that have been alive for say, 25 years, but are still adolescents in their species?

What about people that stop aging for whatever reason? Like, something happened at 16 and they stop physically aging, but they're like 70 years old.

Absolutely.

The soul changes when someone hits maturity, it stops being unbearably radiant and pure to incubi. This change can happen when someone's 18 or 234. The person may pass as an adult, but an incubus will always know for sure if they are or not because of the aura their soul radiates.

People who stop aging are a different story.

Let's say someone was once 13, but while they age mentally, their body remains the same. While an incubus may not feel the harsh repulsion that would be there had they gotten close to a 13 year old, the sight of such an underdeveloped person will activate a sort of muscle memory disgust reaction. It's not tied to their nature as lustful fiends, it's more so their survival brain going "Don't get near them, that looks like a kid, you will hurt yourself".