#she’s been in a lot of pain. I think she’ll feel more normal in a week or so

[pangur-and-grim]

Now panger has had tome to recover have you noticed if she looks less greasy?

she’s got a mouth full of sutures, and holes in her jaw that go all the way to her nasal cavity, so recovery isn’t quite over yet! it’s been a full week, and she only just felt good enough to groom herself yesterday

[sea-lanterns]

I’ve been losing it over Ei for so long this week outta nowhere so here’s my modern Ei thoughts

She’s your boss…I’m not explaining just know she is she’s also the same boss who bends you over her desk telling you “be quiet it’s unprofessional.” But yet when you hold back she’s mad she doesn’t normally take you over the desk she’s a classy women but when she saw you flirting with the new hire yae Miko she lost it You’re hers she’s never really said that exactly but you should figure it out when she’s fingering you at her desk or your on your knees eating her out maybe ei was just…jealous don’t mention tho if you do she’ll assume it’s brat behavior she’ll get you to the brink of cumming then stop ei will tell you leave now you gotta finish yourself off in the office bathroom…or wait till you get home that being said I absolutely want ei to break my back in half👏

-☀️ (watch out for a Lisa thirst soon I started re-falling inlove with her half way through writing this thirst😭)

so, i actually believe more in bottom ei supremacy but top ei is still hot too ( 〃．．)

also…lisa thirst when? (>人<；)

nsfw under the cut —————————

boss ei that gets so quiet when she sees you flirting with new hire yae miko. her eyes narrowing when she sees you giggling softly behind your hand, the other woman’s hot breath tickling your ear and causing you to smile. the sight made her heart burn hot, and she couldn’t stand seeing you all flustered with a woman who barely knew you…

she is better than that…sneaky, conniving woman. she knows what you like. she knows what turns you on. she’s slept with you multiple times to know your exact tastes in a woman, so much so that she believes she’s so much more than a fuckbuddy to you…

“is something wrong, ei…?” you ask during one of your love making sessions. your boss stopping momentarily to stare at you with all the jealousy, pain, lust and love for you. it hurt…but she’ll take it out on you in a way that makes the both of you feel good.

“bend over.”

she says monotonously. not waiting for you to move as she pushes you down until you’re arched over the hardwood of her desk. she catches you off guard and pins you down to keep you trapped beneath her body. warm hands pushing up against your skirt and cupping your pussy softly. she was a lot more quiet, more rough this time the way she manhandled you. making sure each thrust of her fingers had an image of miko flirting with you in order to make sure she was fucking you properly.

“e-ei—!” you’ve never seen her like this, hips bouncing as she kept the speed faster than normal, venting out all the frustration and fear she felt for losing you to that irritatingly flirty woman.

“quiet…” she stops for a moment, long fingers slowly sliding in and out at a pace that made you calm down. breaths heaving when she leans over to whisper in your ear just how miko did.

“whoever is fucking you…i want you to think of me and me only…”

she groans, slowly picking up the pace again and leaving you squeezing her fingers with wet, velvety walls. overstimulating you until all you could see and think of were ei’s eyes staring down into yours…

…i think i got a little carried away with this one. (ーー; )

[kirisimalove]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Period Comfort

pairing : ̗̀➛sonic the hedgehog x fem!reader, amy rose x fem!reader, platonic! tails x fem!reader, knuckles x fem! reader, shadow the hedgehog x fem! reader, rouge the bat x fem! reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ how they comfort you on your period

warnings ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊   fluff, heavy cursing, shadow being a scary cat to comfort you, protective behavior, sugar mommy rouge

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “I know the pain.” This woman already spoils your ass a lot. Seeing you down on your month just makes her want to go into sugar mommy mode. She’ll give you sass on how you should not be sad. So she doesn’t let it slide and you both go on a shopping spree. More like robbing. She didn’t pay for shit. Rouge is a kind of woman who will spoil you to death. She doesn't give a rat's ass. Rogue one time came up to you and was like, “Darling, you ran out,” and pulled out feminine products that you are comfortable in one thing different: it's expensive. She does get busy but will always check on you to see if you're okay after seeing you had cramps one day. She may not admit it but she is worried about you. In her eyes you matter more than her work. You’re lucky to have her as a soulmate. She is gonna give you the most cuddles. She will take you to a fancy dinner as well. This girl just loves you so much. She will cuddle you with heating pads. When you get moody with her she will put you in your place. I mean she is mommy and she doesn't take disrespect. “You should know better.”

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “A What?!” Let's be real fangirls. Your man doesn't know what he’s doing. To be honest he is going to freak out when he sees stained blood on your pants. It doesn't matter if you are friends or not. He doesn't know shit. The only experience he had was with Maria. That’s been 50 years (it is not even confirmed Maria had a period). Even then, he didn’t know what to do. I feel like he will let you cuddle to him for heat and he will just stay silent. He wouldn’t necessarily spoil you but he will bring you some comfort in the things you like. Maybe your favorite snacks or some shit. At least he’s trying. It’s not much but as long as you are getting comfort he is calm. You will have to teach him how to give you affection though. I don’t think he’s affectionate as much but he will try for you. He wants to make you happy. That’s all he cares about. He does not want you to be sad. It makes him uncomfortable. He will probably ask Amy or Rouge for advice about the subject and come out traumatized that you bleed out of your vagina every month but glad it doesn’t hurt just the periods. He will probably steal Rouge’s feminine products and blame it on someone else. He gets a little scared when your mood swings hit. “Please do not yell.” He says one time when you were screaming at him over something stupid.

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “That’s normal?!” When he first found out about this it was the blood stain. I mean who wouldn’t notice? He freaks out and would probably just run through the house like a maniac until you do something about it. He runs up to you and makes sure you are alive. You are confused as fuck. You will have to tell him what a period is. He doesn’t know much about girls. Thinks youre dying when you have cramps. He will be dramatic when you get moody with him. Will be a big baby and cry about it. He will not leave your ass alone. It's annoying. He treats you normal even after learning you bleed out of your vagina every month. I mean you said you were fine. His dumb ass took it literally. You are not fine. You are cramping! Normal or not. He will constantly run to Tails for advice (How the hell does an 8 year old know about the female body?) and then he will tell you he made the ideas. It is honestly so cocky but he wants to impress you. I feel like he will just cling to you and it will piss you off. He will most definitely give you the most comfort but it's annoying. He doesn’t know what space is (I feel like every boy doesn’t know what a period is) or what a period is. I mean it makes sense. But he is a sweetheart but dramatic. You most definitely pushed this mf off the bed. “Hey hitting is-...ow!” You throw random objects at him.

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “Aww man, do you need help?” Bro probably knows more than me. The 8 year old is a fucking genius. I headcanon him to be like a dork like Donnie from tmnt. Same vibes. Anyways, he is your best friend and wants you to be healthy. Will spam you until you take care of yourself. He will give you so much comfort. You too are platonic besties! He will force you to drink a lot of water and eat a lot of healthy snacks. Does not take no for an answer. He will probably give you baby eyes because he wants to convince you. I mean you are a monster if you say no. How dare you! He will probably inform you on different facts so you know what’s happening with your body. You listen to an 8 year old? Cool. He will most definitely help you track your period if your memory is bad or you just need constant reminders. One time it was one day before your period and he sees signs and pulls out his calendar on you. “Your menstrual cycle starts tomorrow!”

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “Oh dear!” She is such a sweetheart. She will bake you some of your favorite treats! She loves you so much and is so sad seeing you hurt so much. She cries when you get upset with her. She is really sensitive but understands you. She will give you the best cuddles and pull up your favorite game for you both to play. She will let you win if it’s a competitive game. She feels so bad that you hurt so much. One day this sweet bean brings you flowers and your favorite candies and sees you hurt she exclaims. “Oh my!”  She gives you kisses all over your cheeks and lips. She does not leave you in pain. She will do anything for you to stop hurting. She will not accept you being sad. You are her love. She loves you too much for you to be sad like this. If you have an emergency and run out of pads she will dash to a local pharmacy and give you everything you need and a plushie.

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “What’s that?” You will have to explain in so much detail. He will not know what you mean. He will think you are dying and try to stop the bleeding. You tell him before he pulls off your pants to see the blood. He still doesn’t know what it is. He hears you. He will need time to process. Ask you a bunch of questions. He will probably ask Rouge or Amy for advice (sorry Cream and Blaze you don’t matter). He trusts them to know since they are women. Rouge will tease him so much but will help. Amy being the sweetheart she is, will bake something for you. He comes back with pads/tampons/menstrual cups (whatever you are comfortable in) with Amy’s fresh baked cookies. He also has a smile on his face. He is so sweet. I feel like he will get offended with the sudden mood swings. “Hey watch the attitude!” Something along those lines. He doesn’t like you being an asshole to him. He will comfort you. A few kisses, hugs, and cuddles. Not unless you want something else. He wants nothing more but for you to be happy. He values that. He wants you okay. You are his.

[grapejuicestyless]

The Tide Always Goes Out

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

ANGST

Summery: You were sick. You had always been sick. But you looked so healthy, so it couldn’t be true. Conrad could live in denial of his best friend’s inevitable death but there was nothing he could do to stop it and he has to accept it.(Inspired by the book Little Women specifically the scene in the 2019 film between Beth and Jo.) Mentions of illness and death.

We sat on the beach squished on a small blanket. wrinkles from our shifting and creases beneath us from where we sit. We talk about everything and anything all morning. Not minding the grey overcast of the clouds covering the usually very blue sky. Or how the waves are more violent than they usually are. I know this because I remember it vividly. It wasn’t that long ago I was really there. Making sure it would last forever. Only now I wish I hadn’t because it haunts me more than it comforts me. And the entire way it played out still makes my heart ache with regret.

Somehow I end up with her lying over me. She lays her head in my lap, the thin blanket woven together with faint reds and oranges creating a little hammock for her to rest on. I can feel the way her heartbeats erratically over my thigh. The way her lip’s curl into a soft smile. The ocean reflected in her eyes. If it weren’t for the heavy eye bags and the slight tremble in her bones, she’d be normal. A normal girl with no issues. You wouldn’t even know how deeply her suffering ran. Sometimes, on the better days, I let myself become fooled as well. Playing dumb hurts less than facing the truth.

“Con.” Her eyes flick up to mine, and I can’t help the way my own avert her gaze. I am too afraid to face her. Even now. The girl who I worship day and night. I never did pray before her, but now I pray that when I wake up, she’ll still be beside me. And we can enjoy the company the other has to offer just one last time. I can’t look down and see how much she’s changed. It scares me, because the traces of the illness torturing her is evidence to how real it is. And I would rather live in oblivious bliss.

“I want you to know I’m not really scared anymore.” It’s not what I expected to come from her lips, but it’s what she lands on. Theres no room in her wording for me to deny what she’s trying to say. My eyes flick down to hers, and my hands moves the hair blowing in the wind messily across her face.

“Y/n, come on. Don’t say shit like that.” I smile, but I don’t really mean in. I don’t find her words funny, and I don’t like that my best friend is sick.

“No, Conrad. I’m serious.” She breathes out, hands pressing against my skin to lift herself up. I feel a chill run through my body without her warmth to ease the morning chill. More than that, I can feel the coolness in my heart when she separates from me, and I long for the next moment I’ll feel her gentle touch.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about this and I’m certain that I’ll be okay.” I continue to look at her, but only this time, she is the one looking at the sand, tracing her fingers in it as they stretch past her ankles to the floor.

“And I’m only so sure because I know you’ll be there.” Her eyes flicker up to the sky and I swear I see the sky brighten for just a moment. The blue underneath all the grey breaking free for a split second. “I’ve known you my whole life, and I’ve felt things for you that I have felt with no one else. I know you, and I trust that you’ll come find me in the next life.” Pulling at her lip, she waits for a response.

“But I want to keep you in this one.” My hand finds hers and all I can do is squeeze onto her desperately. Wanting nothing more but to keep her close. So I can watch her. Make sure shes okay. She’s lost all of her fight, her will to stay. And I know it’s because of the pain. I’ve heard her sobs just down the halls and the hushed whispers of my mother and her’s. But part of me wonders if it’s simply because I did not do enough. If I wasn’t enough reason for her to stay.

“It’s like the tide going out. It goes out slowly, but it can’t be stopped.” And we both know it. Theres no stopping what will happen to her. Theres no wish or medicine or fight that could keep her here beside me. It makes me want to cry, but I don’t. It would be selfish of me to get so upset when I am still here. Well and alive. Promised many years to age and achieve things she never was given the chance to.

“I’ll stop it.” I don’t look down at her, but I can feel how she shifts. The way her frown only deepens and the bags in her eyes get heavier. She sighs heavily into the silence, shaking her head slowly. She refuses to cry though. Partly because I know she knows she’ll have plenty of time to cry in the darkness of her room, when the ache in her bones is too much and theres no way of stopping it. And the other part of me recognizes that it’s because there’s no reason to in her eyes.

Y/n knew it better than all of us. She had lived a good life. She could do things and want things some children could never even dream of. She had a warm home with a glowing fireplace that her family often gathered around. A loving sister and a great brother. Her mother and father were healthy and she had the best friends she could have ever asked for. Her only regret is that she had to make her own mother pick out the details for her headstone.

When I pull her into my body, I have no idea it will be for the last time. I have no clue that her sobs won’t part from her lips. Because when she closes her eyes, she doesn’t drift into her usual place of rest. Her eyes don’t flutter open at the soft creak of the stairs when Jeremiah decides he wants a late night snack. Nor does she stir when Steven laughs, following behind him not as skillfully.

Not even when her mother screams early in the morning, hands clinging to her limp wrists, cold and lifeless. The tears from my mother mixing with her younger sisters don’t even make her flinch. And it’s chilling because it almost looks like she was smiling. The lift of her lips is barely there, but it makes me feel better knowing she went in peace.

I remember that day more clearly than ever. How the grey sky haunts me and the way she spoke so surely about her death still sends chills through my veins. I could have only wished to have looked at her a little closer that day. So that even in her darkest moments, I could be as certain as she was that the image of her would never fade, and I would always be able to memorize each wrinkle in her skin.

So I tell myself that when it’s my time, I’ll do what she said I would. I’ll find her in the next life. And I’ll look a little harder at her, and I’ll admire her for longer.

[lynzishell]

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Transcript:

Dawn: You’re here. Atlas: I’m here. I’m so sorry, Dawn. Dawn: Me too. Dawn reaches over to rest a hand on his shoulder. Atlas covers her hand with his, and they sit like this for a while, not saying anything.

Phoenix: Have you seen these yet? Asher: Not really. I saw a couple on Atlas’ computer when he first got home, but that’s it. Phoenix: I assume he told you what happened up there… with Dawn? Asher: Yeah.

Phoenix: How is he doing? I’ve been meaning to check in, but – Asher: Oh, no, you have enough on your plate. He’s doing okay though. Not sleeping well, but otherwise, okay. Phoenix: Nightmares? [Asher nods] Phoenix: Yeah. I remember those nightmares. Asher: What do you mean those nightmares?

Atlas: Hey, do you remember when we were kids, and we learned that some twins had their own language? Dawn: Oh my god, yes, and we tried to make our own. Atlas: Except we just made these weird random sounds and pretended to understand each other. Dawn can’t help but laugh when Atlas tries to imitate their old “language”.

Dawn: Oh, and we would pass each other notes in our secret code. Atlas: [laughing] There’s no way anyone was cracking that code! Dawn: That’s because there was no code! We’d just write symbols on paper and pass them back and forth [laughing] and I put so much effort into each one! Atlas: I know! There’d be thirty or forty intricate symbols on a piece of paper, never the same one twice. It was impressive, actually. Dawn: We thought we were so clever.

Phoenix hears muffled laughter coming from the bedroom and smiles at Asher.

Phoenix: He’s always going to be better at that than me, isn’t he? Cheering her up. Asher: [shrugs] Probably. But you knew to call him, and that’s not nothing. Phoenix: Maybe I should’ve called sooner. Asher: Eh, we’re here now. How are you doing? Phoenix: [exhales loudly] I don’t even know. I’ve been so focused on her.

[Asher nods quietly]

Phoenix: It’s weird. It feels like there’s something missing now. I mean, we’d planned on having a kid eventually, but it always felt like an abstract, far away thing. Like something we’d talk about in a few years or more. But now. It’s all I can think about. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more. Is that crazy?

Asher: Definitely not.

Phoenix: And now I’m worried that this was all too much for her. What if she doesn’t want to try again? What if it never happens, even if we do try? I don’t know…

Phoenix: I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Asher: Sounds like you’ve been needing to talk to someone. I don’t mind listening. Phoenix: Thanks. Normally, I’d go talk to Aurelio, but I haven’t wanted to leave. She was really starting to fucking scare me. Asher: She’ll be okay. Phoenix: [clears his throat] I hope so.

Atlas: I kept one, y’know. Dawn: You did not! Atlas: I did. You had doodled all around the edges, and clearly spent a lot of time on it. I don’t know, something about it felt important, like I needed to keep it, so I did. Dawn: Oh, I bet I know which one it was. Atlas: Yeah? I’ve always wondered, what does it say?

Dawn: Hold on let me see if I can remember it… [thinking]… Okay I got it, ready? Atlas: Yep. Dawn: It says, ‘Today I am sad / As long as you’re my brother / My heart will be glad.’

[Both laughing]

Atlas: Stop! You wrote me a haiku? Dawn: I tried. I counted and recounted the syllables so many times. Atlas: Dawn, that is so sweet! I’m keeping it forever.

Dawn: Aw, I’m glad you’re here. Atlas: Me too. Asher’s here too, and we brought his dog. Do you want to come out and say hi? Dawn: Yeah, I’d like that. Can you stay for dinner? Atlas: Sure. Gimme a hug first though. I’ve missed you.

Atlas: Listen to me. Don’t start shutting people out again, okay? Dawn: I know. I didn’t mean to. I just… I couldn’t stand to see the pain I’ve caused him. Atlas: You didn’t cause anything; it wasn’t your fault. And he needs you now just as much as you need him. Dawn: … Is he angry? Atlas: No, he’s just worried.

Atlas: It’s okay if you need time to grieve, but you’ve gotta eat. You have to take care of yourself. Dawn: I will. Atlas: Promise me. Dawn: I promise.

[dokidokitsuna]

BLADE_Princess

…I’m glad this AU idea came along, because I’ve been in WIP hell for so long…I really needed some reward doodles that I could actually feel motivated to draw~

So about 1 in 5 Kirby AU ideas takes shape as a game concept rather than a normal narrative, and this is one of those, the first one that’s JRPG-inspired. ^^ The main protagonists are a 5-member party of villains, but these two are the central characters, whose choices can affect the outcome of the story.

Blade The title character, who eventually becomes the most powerful in the group…due to a debilitating sickness that slowly destroys her mind and body. After losing her home, family, and entire civilization to similar strains of bio-magical warfare, she alone is resurrected by a strange wizard and his evil allies, and agrees to take part in their plans. During the story, Blade is continually confronted with memories of her past, and the destruction wrought by her happy family on the rest of the universe. She starts to wonder whether they all deserved to be exterminated, as her illness progresses and the idea that she should rejoin them consumes her thoughts. Meanwhile, she gradually loses control over her actions in the present, and in the end is torn between begging her adoptive father for help, or using the last of her self-awareness to take him down with her, for dragging her into this hell in the first place. +++ In this AU I really tried to break away from my usual depictions of the characters, and I think going from my usual portrayal of Dark Matter Swordsman as a classic “crouching moron hidden badass” to this more somber, sensitive character is probably the most dramatic example here. ^^; A little of that old characterization remains, however, as she’s not much of a deep thinker…she only joins the adventure because war is all she understands, and because Magolor really does remind her of her own father. Whether she remains fully loyal to him, or tries to choose a different path before the end, is up to the player, I guess. ^^;

Magolor The secondary protagonist, and the leader of the group. After his previous attempt at world domination centuries earlier, he’s back for a second try, and this time he’s assembled a whole team of formerly-defeated villains to help him out…including a strange alien girl that, until now, he had written off as a failed experiment. During the story, he comes to realize that the universe has changed a lot since his younger days, and that maybe his ultimate goal of taking it all for himself might not satisfy him as much as he’d hoped. Whether this shifts his priorities or makes him more hungry for destruction, desperate to feel something, is up to the player. And whether he decides to show concern for Blade’s suffering, or purposely take advantage of it to accelerate his plans…is also up to the player. ^^ +++ Since I’ve written so many Magolors over the years (I think I’ve done at least 10…I do have a problem, yes) I’ve formulated a basic breakdown of the essential aspects of his character: Charisma, Deception, Sweetness, Fury, and Bloodthirst. So every time I make a new Magolor, I try to emphasize different ones. For example, for Dream Alliance Magolor I downplayed Fury and removed Bloodthirst entirely, creating a very heroic and likeable version of him to serve as the main protagonist. This time, I’m going to downplay Charisma and remove Sweetness…so I’m sure you can guess what this version of Magolor is like. ^^; By default, he doesn’t really care about Blade, and reciprocates her concern for him only as far as it helps him manipulate her. I don’t think seeing her in pain would actually affect him emotionally (he’d probably just be wondering how much longer she’ll be useful…); what would get to him is her flipping the script and lashing out at him, even if she ends up backing down. Y’know, some tangible proof that his influence is having an effect on her, and that, in a strange way…she might be the only person left in the universe who still cares enough about him to truly be hurt by him.

[fandom-go-round]

Hi, bebe! I would love a thing on how each of the magic-using bg3 party members feel when they're channeling their different kinds of magic through their bodies to cast it, both physically and emotionally--i.e. druidic magic and channeling nature for Halsin, Shadowheart and her divine casting, Wyll and the power he draws from his Patron, Gale and what it's like for him to manipulate the Weave. One thing I'd love to see with Shadowheart in particular is the ways in which it feels different for her to channel divinity from different goddesses as her relationship to the divine changes. Thank you so much!

Warnings: Act 2 Spoilers, Act 3 Spoilers, Shadowheart Quest Spoilers, Gale Quest Spoilers, Halsin Quest Spoilers, Wyll Quest Spoilers, Magic Talk, Implied Self Image Issues, Relationship Issues (Gale)

Halsin:

His magic feels like a warm breeze, grass between your toes, laying in a sun patch. Casting druid magic always feels like the earth is responding, reaching out to the call. It’s one of the reasons Halsin loves being a druid so much. Nothing makes you feel connected to life than the world responding to your pull. It’s more complicated than that of course and the type of spell also means a lot. Healing magic is like warm water, rolling across wounds. It can cause people to jump in surprise if they’re used to divine healing magic which is more of a ‘sinking into the skin’ sensation.

Being in the shadow cursed lands makes everything hard. Summoning the power of the land is nearly impossible so it pulls more from the caster. Halsin focuses mostly on changing shape than complicated spells; it feels like spell slots go twice as fast. He has to admire the other druids who make it look easy. Part of his issue is that he’s distracted by Thaniel; with so much to focus on, magic is hard to come by.

Baldur’s Gate is easier and harder at the same time. It’s easy to find life in the city but only humanoid life. There are patches of plant life here and then but it’s a weak cry to the forests he’s been living in the last hundred years. Halsin finds it jarring to be around as so many people and longs for more open spaces. He takes small pleasures in warm bathes and interesting food but it can feel hollow. He’ll never say it but he enjoys breaking the cobblestones with his spells when he has to fight, letting nature push its way through. He’s not going to tear the city down but he knows that he can’t stay permanently. The sooner her can feel grass between his toes, the better.

Shadowheart:

Shar’s magic feels like a crisp breeze; it can feel jarring but also makes her feel more alert. Little the first nipping of winter on her cheeks. A pinch on the cheek from a teasing relative. The cold keeps her alert on a normal day. The magic makes her numb eventually; after a long day Shadowheart feels like she’ll never get warm again. She does find it comforting and to feel close to her Lady is something that she wants every day.

After she renounces Lady Shar, magic feels empty. It’s almost worse than the cold sinking into her bones. The feeling of going to call for a spell and simply feeling void; it would be funny if it wasn’t so cruel. There is a god that answers (she can still cast magic) but she tries not to think about it too much; she’s not ready to commit herself to another god yet. It makes it hard to be a cleric and she’s in pain on two fronts; losing her god and also her purpose.

Where Shar’s magic was cool, Selune’s is warm. The first time she feels the connection Shadowheart doesn’t finish the spell, the surge of warmth making her panic. To feel safe and warm makes her want to cry but she pushes through, healing Karlach so fast most don’t even notice her hesitation. Warm hands cupping her cheeks, a hand on her shoulder. She’s in awe that worshipping can feel this good and has to sit with that. Devoting herself feels easy when it’s like standing in the sun.

Wyll:

Wyll’s magic always has a heat to it. Even if it’s an ice spell, his fingers tingle like being held too close to the fire. It makes sense, he figures, since his powers do come from a devil. He was never someone who thought he would wield magic but the longer he has the powers, the more he enjoys it. They give him the power to protect people and what he loves. How can you not appreciate them, even when he’s on the edge of falling in deeper?

The issue is that the magic changes, over time. The first few years it’s a warm tingle and now, after seven, the flames are licking up his arms. Wyll feels tired after he casts a spell, even as he’s able to cast more spells. It feels like the magic is an inferno and could swallow him whole. It’s a blessing when he first gets the tadpole, it blocks some of the heat and makes it easier to think. It’s during this period he realizes the truth; the magic is wearing on him. Physically and mentally.

Wyll has to decide if he’s going to keep the magic or try to get out of his deal. His Infernal powers are addicting in the best and worst ways, like stretching a muscle and feeling the burn. He wants the power to save people and he does a damn good job at it. If he loses his magic, then what? Wyll knows he’ll still be a hero but if he can save more people… it’s not something that he’ll decide just yet but it weighs on his mind the entire journey.

Gale:

The Weave is something that Gale can’t live without. It’s one of the constants in his life and tapping into it is almost as easy as breathing. Sometimes it’s easier. When he was with Mystra it felt like every time he cast a spell he could smell her, feel her all around him. A comforting embrace that shielded him from the outside world. If he felt lonely with her, it was worth it to feel wonderful doing magic. To push himself deeper and deeper into study so that he could feel good again. Was it healthy? Maybe not. And that’s a hard pill to swallow, even years later. But in the moment, it felt like everything he ever wanted.

After her has the orb, magic feels like a vice. The comforting hand turns into a clenched fist and Gale has to stumble through learning to cast even minor spells. It’s like wading through mud in the dark; he’s lost and the Weave threatens to consume him entirely. The first few times he pleads with his goddess to set him free, to help ease the burden but she doesn’t reply. Eventually, he learns how to navigate these new feelings. The sensation of being swallowed turns more into water lapping at his ankles, cold and icy.

The Weave will never feel the same way again and Gale accepts that. After the crown, after the tadpole, he’s happy to be able to touch magic and not feel pain. It’s not longer a lover’s embrace anymore and he needs that, to heal. It’s still warm, still comforting but more like a pair of gloves than entangled bodies. He has a lot of feelings about Mystra but he does still respect her and he’s glad that she respects him. The Weave makes him feel whole and it’s not something he’s going to take advantage of again.

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Dam Still Holding

Summary: After patching Danny up from a nasty fight, Tucker spends the night to make sure he's okay.

Author's Note: Fun fact, I did originally write this for seasons skirmish, but then I'd realized I'd gotten away from the prompt too much for it to fit, so I'm gonna take another crack at that prompt, and you all can expect another short Danny Phantom fic sometime in the near future, but for now have this!

...

Tucker wakes with a panicked gasp, which is just unfair, honestly.  Sure, he has the aversion to hospitals and medical procedures, but Danny was the one who had to have a giant gash in his chest sewn up, and Danny’s snoring away in the bed next to him.

Tucker drops his head onto his knees and takes a deep breath.  Danny’s the one who got hurt, and Danny’s fine, he shouldn’t be reacting like this.  But he can still feel his hands shaking as he threads the needle, and knowing that he has to steady them or he’s just going to make things worse for Danny, who’s lying unconscious in front of him.  He remembers wishing that he’d told Sam no, she actually can’t go on that family vacation, he knows she’ll hate it anyway please stay here he needs her, he’s going to need her because Danny’s about to get himself torn open again in another ghost fight and Tucker can’t help with that he’s terrible at it—

Tucker takes a couple staggering deep breaths, and apparently it’s loud enough to wake Danny, because he feels a hand on his arm and a gentle voice saying “Tucker?”

Tucker lifts his head to find Danny looking at him, obvious concern on his face.  As soon as he sees Tucker, his frown deepens, and he reaches over and wraps his arms around him.  “Hey, I’m okay,” he murmurs.

Tucker pulls Danny in closer with a mumbled “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Danny says.

“No, I mean, you’re the one who got hurt,” Tucker says.

“Hey, you’ve never done this before,” Danny says.  “I’m used to patching myself up.”

“That doesn’t make it better.”

Danny shrugs and gives a sad smile.

“I’m alright,” he says.  “Heart still beating and everything.  Well, half the time.”  He gives a lopsided smile to Tucker, and succeeds in making him laugh.

“How do you do that all the time?” Tucker asks.  “With the blood and the disinfectants and the needles.   And I’m not even in pain.”

“I just got used to it I guess,” Danny says again.  “And it doesn’t hurt as bad anymore.”

Tucker gives him a disbelieving look.

“Really,” Danny says.  “The scale’s kind of… adjusted, you know?”

Unfortunately, Tucker does know.  His mom talks about that sometimes, that patients with chronic pain tend to have a different pain scale, and she’ll have to give them a pain scale with qualifiers for what each number means whenever she asks how much it hurts.

The fact that one of his best friends uses a similar kind of pain scale is something Tucker has never been comfortable with.

“Did I do an okay job?” Tucker asks quietly, because if he thinks about that for too long he’ll just start shaking again.

“For the first time you’ve done it?  Yeah,” Danny says.  “It’s clean, you used the right stuff that I can’t phase through, and you stayed with me afterwards to make sure I was alright.  Even though you’re not good with medical stuff.  Thank you, Tucker.  Really.”

Tucker looks Danny firmly in the eyes.  “It really doesn’t hurt that badly?”

Danny winces, and Tucker knows he has him.

“I’ve had a lot worse,” Danny says.  There’s a not insignificant amount of bitterness in his voice.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Well, what would you do about it anyway?  It’s not any worse than normal.  I’m gonna be fine.”

Tucker sighs, and leans forward until he can pull Danny into a hug.  “I know,” he mumbles.  “I just hate seeing you get hurt.”

“I’m okay, Tucker.”

Another thing his mom tells him about her chronic pain patients is that they’ve gotten used to ignoring the pain most of the time.  That it’s more of a background hum, but sometimes little things can set off a breakdown that seems to come out of nowhere, when they’re tired of being in pain all the time and want it all to stop and it won’t.

And sure, Tucker hates medical stuff.  But he can look out for Danny.  And he knows what it looks like when his best friend is close to a dam breaking moment.

But it’s also late, and they’re both tired, and Tucker has a feeling pushing Danny tonight won’t end well for anyone.  He’ll just have to make sure to be there for Danny when he’s needed.

So for now, Tucker says, “Okay,” and lays back down on the bed.  Danny lays down next to him, and Tucker wraps his arms around him without thinking, though being gentle of the injury on his chest.  Danny wraps his arms around Tucker too, probably thinking Tucker’s asking for comfort instead of offering it.  Well, maybe he’s doing a little of both.

It certainly helps him to fall asleep listening to Danny’s easy breathing and feeling the rise and fall of his chest.  He hopes it helps Danny too.

[deva-arts]

...Natan..? 🥸💙🩵🗨🧟‍♂️🫂

ok.

It took a lot of coaxing to get her to take a break at last.

She purses her lips together, holding him tighter where they lay atop the covers. Her fingers knit themselves into the fabric of his loosely fit sweater as though he were mere moments from slipping between her fingers.

He holds her just as snugly, one arm wrapped around her frame with the other atop her hair as he softly pet her head. She had been uncharacteristically clingy for the past week, leaving for shorter periods of time, checking in on him and the others more often, sleeping less and less, swamped in work to distract herself… There was always something more to do, and always a pressing matter to ignore her wellbeing over.

The Overseer's invasion of their base wasn’t the first danger they had all faced, nor would it ever be the first time their little group of misfits found themselves so close to death.

But this was the first time in a long time that she looked so petrified, even after the events ended with them victorious.

No… This time her thoughts echoed, like a dull, intolerable ache. A chronic, ghastly pain that only grew with time: one of loss, regret, and fear.

Immense, roiling, turbulent, consuming fear, like that of a man being hunted by starved wolves and cornered at every turn.

Her countenance was grim, yet controlled. Measured, as she always was. Her tolerance for discomfort was always far too great for her own good.

He holds her tighter, trying to avoid jostling the bandaging on her torso. She shuts her eyes, resting her head on his chest.

He still feels the lingering effects of using his powers on so many people; his very psyche felt like an overstretched canvas, covered in an incomprehensible mess of colors and forms. Even a week later, he felt the stains. Wounds too, some shallow, others grisly from his exhausting efforts to fight back the hordes with any form he could muster. It’d been a long time since he’s ever had to do these things.

He worked tirelessly, day and night, just to treat the worst of the injuries sustained in the battle. Perhaps his vow was more harmful than he thought. Had he not neglected his abilities, Nathaniel would've had a greater outcome in protecting them all. The only thing he could do was put them back together.

Her hand brushes a tender spot on his side, where a ghoulish morph-type wretch had clawed through. He winces and she jolts her hand away.

“I’m sorry, I forgot-" She hushes out, concerned.

“It’s alright, you didn’t mean it.” He says.

“It doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. I’m sorry.”

“...I forgive you, Snooks.” Nathaniel sighed; this wasn’t just about his injuries.

“…”

Sera exhales shakily, her hand pulling into a fist as she moved it away.

“I…” She begins to say, with her normally authoritative voice thick and hushed. “…I truly… Truly don’t know what I would do without you.”

…Ah.

“Nathaniel.. I…” She exhales forcefully to try and hide the hiccupping stutter- her telltale sign of crying as she swallowed back the tears. He rubs comforting strokes along her back, fingers smoothing down the mantle of feathers.

“I can’t lose you.” She says.

‘Too’ is what she stops herself from saying, if only because the present was already too taxing to think about, and the past would capsize the delicate thread of composure she kept. Seraphina was the kind of person that held herself together by keeping the bare minimum of her sentiments in a little jar, refusing to let it overflow. Said jar was cracking under the pressure. Perhaps it was just one squeeze away.

He doesn’t know what to say. For once, he has no idea how console her worries. The Overseer was not dead, maybe it never would die.

The world would always have troops, variants and beasts to throw at them. The people in their five man wonder were not immortal.

He doesn’t know how they’ll escape this situation, either. This wasn’t isolated to one city. Not even one country; their reach was worldwide.

He doesn’t even know if she’ll come back alive most nights. Nathaniel could only pray and keep praying.

Nathaniel remains silent- it’s the only merciful response in a situation as catastrophic as this.

She knows this too. She blessedly doesn’t expect him to have the answers.

Seraphina lets out a long, beaten sigh, her voice low. “…Sometimes I think about it. A world where you don’t exist. Where you’re… You’re gone, and I’m left to pick up the pieces.”

Nathaniel closes his eyes, hugging her a little closer. After today… She likely thought that would be the case.

“Each time, I’m shattered, Nathaniel. Just the thought of that happening alone destroys me.”

“Ser…”

“And each time… Despite what I have to do… Despite everything I worked towards, and all of the people in our group, and all of my responsibilities… The first thought that comes to my head when I think that…” It’s here that she hiccups, not bothering to restrain her grip on his sweater as it balls into an ugly furl.

He hears the words before she says it, but even then it makes his blood halt to a chilled stop.

“Is that I’d rather die.” She breathes, only to sob. “Right there, right then.”

The jar broke.

She grows quiet, reigning in her emotions despite her voice betraying it all.

“I’m tired… I’m so tired, Nathaniel.”

“Sera…”

“I’m tired of being strong. I’m tired of always being in so many ordeals. I’m tired of waking up at all.”

She raises her voice, her grievances channeled into anger.

“And you know what? It’s always just something new, some fresh steaming pile of shit dumped on me every day. ‘Let’s see what more she can take! She’s got it under control!’”

“And then they call me selfish! Selfish, when my entire life has just been a living nightmare! When I can’t do anything and you’re all minutes from being torn apart! Did I deserve this? Did I offend some uncaring God? Why am I still alive at this point?!" Her tone is harsh, and it echoes against the walls. Then, she breathes, and silence once again fills the room like mercury in water.

Nathaniel feels like he’s been cored out and scraped bare. His chest felt tight, panging dully at her words. He doesn’t let go of her- he doesn’t dare to, feeling her exhaustion take hold of her again as she lay in the crook of his arm. Defeated.

“The only thing keeping me going has been all of you. But… If I lose you… I…"

He stares at the ceiling, both empty and stretched thin, absently running his fingers through the plumes on her back.

“Let’s run away, Ser.” He says, ignoring how she coils at the suggestion.

“What...?”

His tone is level. “Let’s leave. All of us, we find a safe place to go, and leave this place behind.”

She remains silent.

“You won’t have to do any of this anymore. I can easily go back to work elsewhere if we need funds. I’m sure the others can contribute as well. We can go somewhere nice, somewhere hidden, where everyone can be safe. They won’t chase us anymore. We’ll be fine.”

There is a pregnant pause, the words lingering in the air, clinging to the walls. Nathaniel musters the energy to glance at her, curious to see her expression.

Seraphina merely looks back, and for once, he can see the void reflected in them, with little left to mask it. Then, she closes her eyes, curving a warm, tattered wing over his frame.

“…Stop lying, Nathaniel.”

“…”

“…”

They don’t talk further- they had nothing more to say.

The long night is desolate and overbearing.

[rationaliity]

OC — CALICO

Calico and Tabby ★★★★★

Preservation — Physical Faction : Planetary Protection Division Obtained On : 20XX-XX-XX Character Introduction : Two sisters working with the IPC; they’re always close to each other, never straying apart for long. Two bright, eccentric personalities, one girl dances around telling her exact feelings, while the other tells it as it is without hesitation.

Character Story I : ( Unlocked at Character Level 20 )

XX-XX-XXXX : patient has not woken up from her state of comatose since we found her on the dead planet. eye witnesses say she was awake when they found her, but she passed out from exhaustion soon after. we have reason to suspect she dropped her survival instincts, and her body’s exhaustion caught up to her. we don’t know when she’ll wake up, if she even will, but we are doing tests around the clock to check on the long-term affects of being on a dead planet long after a stellaron crisis. some of her wounds are scarred over so many times we cannot get a date on how long she’s been there, but documents have proof that the stellaron burst on the planet that caused the explosion happened at least two hundred years ago.

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XX-XX-XXXX : we found… anomalies within her body while she has been out. the majority of her body’s muscles are comprised of scar tissues deep within the layer of her skin, and she is missing.. her entire uterus, with serious scarring all around that area. we have ideas of what happened, but none of us are willing to voice our concerns because all of our ideas are graphic and terrifying to think about. she still has not woken up, and we are beginning to suspect there are serious injuries inside of her brain as well. perhaps a lack of proper food and sleep have diminished her cognitive abilities, or at the very least, could explain why she is in a coma currently. until we have more information, we do not know what happened to her on that planet. regardless, we’re all in an agreement: whatever she went through, it was hell on earth. i believe an easier fate for her would have been death.

Character Story II : ( Unlocked at Character Level 40 )

XX-XX-XXXX : she has woken up, and seemed a lot calmer talking with us than we initially expected. furthermore, we’ve come to a shocking revelation: she has no memory of her time on that planet after the stellaron explosion. she can only recall her name, calico, and an overwhelming desire to find someone she knew from the planet before the explosion. we have reason to believe that it’s because of the damage to her brain we found during a brain scan, but we’re doing whatever we can to attempt to restore her memories. we have a renowned doctor from the intelligentsia guild is here to study her case, although he refuses to talk with the subject face to face. perhaps he finds her less than ? he’s adamant about the subject remaining unaware of his work here. 

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XX-XX-XXXX : a week after she woke up, calico was trying to stand and broke her femur practically in two. her body is so weak right now that she’s struggling to move, but she refuses to give up and continues to push herself. however, when the doctor tried to help her, she insisted that she was okay, even daring to stand up on her own two feet. doctors everywhere were stunned, even i can hardly believe it.  after running some tests, we’ve discovered that the nerve endings in her entire body are not working properly, and her brain no longer sends signals to signify pain. she cuts out the majority of pain from her cognition unless its something detrimental. this is… not a wholesome update to her case. we are worried that she may not ever progress as a normal person again.

Character Story III : ( Unlocked at Character Level 60 )

XX-XX-XXXX : i’ve been.. staying at this hospital for a long time now. doctors walk by and shoot me a look of pity, as if i’m a failed experiment. a lab rat gone wrong. but i won’t give up hope. no matter how much they poke and prod at me, i know.. i know i will get out of here. alive, hopefully. i’ve been regaining my strength, and my stomach can now handle most foods, even if i have to eat in small bursts. apparently, starving does numbers on your ability to eat. i want to get out of his hospital, and make a name for myself out here. perhaps i could join the interastral peace corporation myself. i mean, they were the ones who saved my life, i kind of owe it to them, don’t i ? besides, i've heard talk that they'll wring usefulness out of anything, so saving my life did not come for free, i'm sure. so many people came to help me, including very important people, so i’ve heard, i feel as though i wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the doctors that helped me along the way. i just wonder what i can do, what i bring to the table.. but sitting here beating myself up over my uselessness isn’t going to change anything.

i want to get out of this place, yes. but i think what i want more is to have a normal body, a normal life. i cannot.. no, i won't live like this, unable to find my own path. i'm better than this, i think. i want to be better than this, at least. i've been studying cellular regeneration, and i think i figure it out. i mean, i'm just sitting in a lab every day. i've got the time to figure it out.

Character Story IV : ( Unlocks at Character Level 80 )

XX-XX-XXXX : and here i was, under the impression that your first week alive wouldn't be a hard one ! i've been tested and tested over a million different times, and i still have no idea why at this point. we know what happened, we know why i'm here. she copied her dna and tried to replicate it, but before the cells got swapped over, something went wrong. the experiment didn't stop at just copying her damaged cells, it created all of her cells, which made meeee ! i don't understand why we need to do so many tests. apparently, there's even an important guy from the ipc here to do some tests, but i haven't seen him yet. she likes to avoid him as much as possible, i wonder why. is she nervous ? no. she's not the nervous type. maybe she just doesn't know how to approach him. she's silly like that.

i like her. and i like him too. but, obviously i do. i'm her, everything about me is just her copied over. well, everything is just her except my conversational skills, of course. while we were talking to someone, she was getting uncomfortable, and i could tell that she didn't like this guy very much. so i told him to stop talking to us and that he was making her feel bad. and what did she say to me ? she said " tabby, you can't just say that to people, that makes them feel bad. " but i don't get that line of reasoning. why should she feel bad and not other people ? what's the point of not saying what you mean ?

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GALLERY > VOICELINES > LIGHTCONE

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race & all/any size reader!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ  

(Also anyone can be a witch, not just a woman.)

🌿ENFJ 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Neutral Good 🔮Pisces Sun, Aquarius Moon, Gemini Rising

SFW ✶  

・You wanted to be a healer. Not just any healer though, you wanted to be one full of knowledge of the natural world. 

・You learned about herbs and tinctures, flowers, and potions. It had been passed down from woman to woman in your family. 

・Gandalf was an avid visitor of your family, since they made the best salves for aches and pains. That’s how he met you, a young woman with a passion for magic. 

・He taught you all he could - and in return, you made tinctures, salves, remedies, etc, for him and his companions. 

・You frequented Rivendell with Gandalf. Watching with awe at the elves and their gracefulness. It was all so beautiful. Everything about the land made you tingle with delight. It was like a dream come true. 

・Arwen was curious about you. You weren’t fully human, but no other race seemed to be in your blood. So she watched you from afar, noticing your satchel and how whatever was in it, made people feel better. 

・One day she approached you, questions ready on her tongue. But the way your eyes looked up at her ... my goodness. They glowed. Your beauty was different up close. She could see the freckles across your nose. 

・Technically you did court each other - but neither realised that you had been. Gandalf knew, but he didn’t say a word. That’s the thing with wise men, they observe. 

・You had your first kiss under a willow tree. Her plump lips were so close and didn’t think you’d get this opportunity again. But something held you back - you didn’t want to sacrifice your friendship. But it was just friendship between the two of you. So Arwen kissed you. 

・Gifting you books; you want to have your own library

・Living at Rivendell, but traveling with Gandalf a lot

・Teaching you the ways of the Elven 

・Her pet name for you would be ‘My Love’ and ‘My Heart’

・Playing with each other’s hair. Arwen’s is like silk. 

・Arwen is very protective of you and makes sure no harm comes to you whenever you’re in her presence. (She worries whenever you’re not.) 

・She always knows the right thing to say. She has the best advice

       “Be kind to yourself. I have never seen someone who has a brain like yours.” 

・Being part of the Fellowship 

・Relationship Tropes: 

  ֍ Power Couple 

  ֍ Casually Physically Affectionate + Touch-Starved 

  ֍ Chaotic with a soft spot (you) + Normal but also chaos enabler (Arwen)

NSFW ✶ 18+ minors do not interact pls and thank you

・Arwen is a sensual woman. Her hands feel like whispers against your body, roaming and moving wherever they please. 

・Her soft breath tickles your ear, her lips placing light kisses against your neck. 

・She’s a sight to behold, and in the moments when you’re together - you feel like the luckiest person on Middle Earth. 

・Arwen takes things slow - savoring each kiss, memorizing how your body looks, and how it feels. Especially against her own. 

・Her kisses fill you with butterflies, and you feel almost like you’re flying 

・I don’t think Arwen would be very experienced - even though she’s lived many years, Arwen believes sex is something that should be between two people who love each other. 

・She isn’t very vocal during sex but makes high-pitched whines and moans. It makes you shiver to hear them. 

・She would be a switch - on days when she hasn’t seen you, she’ll become more passionate than you’ve ever seen her. But she isn’t dominant in a ‘master’ kind of way. It’s more she’ll take the lead. 

・She does like to leave hickys in places only she’ll ever see them (your thighs, your chest/breasts) 

・Oh and she adores your tits - she finds them absolutely delicious. She could play with them all day. 

・Arwen is the best at aftercare; she’ll have a cloth ready for you and clean you up. Or maybe you’ll bathe together. Whichever the case, she just wants to hold you close. 

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[descent-of-a-queen]

[The Aishi Curse + Very Detailed Headcanons about Ayano]

I've always been a big fan of Ayano Aishi's inability to feel emotions and the Aishi curse. However not a lot of people share that sentiment which I get bc it can be seen as a major plot hole bc an Aishi is framed to feel utterly nothing so it feels strange to see them care, to do something that yields nothing for them.

Like how Ayano felt pity for her father and acting like a perfect and normal girl. Ayano acting normal and fitting in. Which means she can to some extent feel something. Sure, you can argue that she's doing so to lead an easier life but it contradicts things. She shouldn't care, she shouldn't care about those things bc that's the point. If she didn't care at all, she wouldn't be doing all this, she would simply go through the motions, bc she should have no reason to live or do anything. However I still like it and it just needs more touch ups.

I basically made an AU, where it’s more innocent Reverse Harem with basically Ayano fitting the lead heroine role. Having more hobbies, interests, personality, but retains her illness however to some extent she can feel things. Like somethings can evoke something in her. I wanted to flesh her out into a heroine rather than a heartless killer. Oh, btw Ryoba is dead lol and there's some other major changes.

I won’t be discussing the AU here, this is mostly headcanons to make Ayano in general more "hashtag relatable". I jest, but it’s basically about odd quirks she’s developed over the years to give her more depth. If you guys wanna know about the AU just say and I'll share it.

Headcanons:

Ayano feels nothing, so there exists a void in her that she notices and focuses on whenever she is not doing anything. She can't put it into words but it leaves her more empty than she already is when she’s not doing anything.

Due to this, Ayano does not like doing nothing. Constantly on the move and focusing on different, picking up new hobbies constantly so she isn’t left alone with the void that eats her from the inside.

TL:DR; will literally do anything then be stuck doing nothing.

She is often taken advantage by her peers especially in group projects, bc she’s “helpful”. Since these helpful acts are mostly for her. She doesn’t really mind, but her friends, often Midori take the work and shove it back to the people who ask her.

She uses schedules and planners, organizes everything which makes her seem responsible and meticulous. Often seen as a busybody by her peers; her father, adults, and friends worry about her health when they see her planner.

When there’s the inevitable moment where she’s stuck doing nothing, she will start fidgeting. She’ll mess with anything within reach, tap her shoes, snap her fingers, drum her fingers, basically anything to keep her occupied.

She acts normal. Though she doesn’t pretend to be angry since she finds the task unnecessary and can cause unnecessary rifts in relationships therefore loses all her progress; some people think she’s just very patient and some people find in unnerving how she doesn’t even get annoyed or irritated at literally anything.

She cannot cry, however she can cry if something gets into her eye or if she’s under too much pain. She’ll basically only cry due to physical pain, but nothing emotional.

Ayano blends fairly well into school and in social situations, but she’ll still face things she doesn’t quite understand. She often shrugs them off and adapts in situations, she goes to search about it later. She understands what’s polite and what’s rude but she might say something insensitive, brutally honest, from time to time.

Ayano although cannot feel emotions sadness, anger, disgust, disappointment. It doesn't mean her body doesn't have natural reactions and reflexes. Although there’s some minute differences between hers and an average person's.

Like she has a flight or fight response but fear, panic, shock, etc does not register into her head and expressions. But her mind and body does register that she could be in potential danger and so her protects her. An example would be is if you tried to scare her, if she recognizes you are a danger to her, there’s a chance she will punch you.

Her body still functions as it should, tho she has no emotions. Like if she runs her heart rate will shoot up. A feeling she actually likes. If she does not sleep, her body and mind will function like a person with no sleep.

She’s an adrenaline junkie. You can’t change my mind.

She likes spicy food. The hotter, the better. I mostly say this bc spicy food releases these hormones that make you happy, but really she likes how her body reacts to it. The painful spice that makes her heart race.

Coffee as always gives her that energized feeling.

Ayano is an avid fan of romance from music, books, movies, plays, shows to even historical irl love stories. She absolutely adores them. It’s like an overpowered drug to her, it what’s connects her to her roots as an Aishi. She’s addicted to the feeling of consuming all things romantic.

Smiles will unconsciously grace her lips, the warmth glowing from her cheeks and the fluttering of her heart. 

There will literally be moments where she has to stop and start pacing to calm down. She’s trapped in a trance when she gets too into it that she would full on lose her sense of time and ignore her body’s needs.

It's basically a small taste to what she'll feel when she meets the one.

Bc of romance she's basically idealized romance. Already hooked on the idea of getting married and having kids. Having a fairy tale happily ever after. Feeling like what she reads and consumes will be like real life but better.

She doesn’t understand why people feel the need to hide certain emotions. Although Ayano doesn’t feel nor fully understands the complexity of emotions, she’ll try to coax and encourage them to show it to her. 

She finds it mesmerizing but also there exist that tiny, miniscule thing inside her that hurts whenever she sees people hiding it.

[alstroemerian-dragon]

man. thinking about how the survivors all desperately need new hobbies

like. okay. sonia’s a great example. off the top of your head what are her hobbies? probably learning about and researching true crime and the occult, and watching j-dramas/anime, right? but if you really think about it, her fascination with japanese culture very much feels like her just desperately wanting to fit in and massively overcompensating. so while i do think she probably enjoys those shows, theyre definitely not as popular in her kingdom as she claims (not that im saying she’s lying on purpose, just that. well, when you feel embarrassed about someones reaction to you liking something, sometimes you’ll try to make an excuse for why you do yknow), and plus, its not like they have access to a lot of entertainment media for a while post program. as for the occult/true crime stuff…

look me in the eye and tell me junko did not use that against her. do you really think junko enoshima would not see a girl obsessed with the study of serial killers and not try and warp that into a fascination with her?

i think that stuff leaves a bad taste in her mouth now. and after committing and being complicit in the committing of the kind of crimes she used to be fascinated by, its kind of hard to find the joy in that anymore, yknow? the occult stuff could maybe still be enjoyable, but with how often it feels like there are ghosts lurking around every fucking corner and her dreams are filled with screaming corpses its kinda hard to be fanciful about that stuff.

so. girl needs some new hobbies.

its not much better for the others, either. akanes hobbies were basically working out, doing parkour, eating, and sleeping. the first two are downright impossible for the first several months after waking up, and for the foreseeable future any kind of physical activity is going to be, to an extent, difficult just due to how much chronic pain and weakness she’ll probably suffer the rest of her life. she can get to a healthier weight and a stronger muscular build, but its not going to change the fact that she gets out of breath and sore much faster than before. as for eating… well. thats gonna be a sore subject for a while. so all she has left is sleeping, and sleeping all day is, as ive been told by many people, kind of a depression symptom? and theres no way the others would sit back and let her do that.

girl needs some new hobbies!

kazuichi, from what we can tell, had a few more normal hobbies. in game you can find him gaming with chiaki, and he seems to enjoy coming up with schemes and plans for silly stuff, but overall he just loves his tinkering. he may be the ultimate mechanic but first and foremost he just loves fucking with machines and engines and finding out what makes them tick. but even that isnt gonna work anymore. sure, he could game. if they had any fucking consoles. or a working computer network. or any games. but none of that is happening for a while, if ever. as for his tinkering, it’s gotta be a similarly sore subject to sonia’s training and tutoring as a princess. its too closely linked to what he did as a despair, too closely linked to his talent, to not make him feel like screaming when he smells machine polish. i think he definitely could get back to a point where it genuinely brings him joy again, and before that he definitely forces himself to use his talent and knowledge because they need it, but. its a complicated problem.

the guy needs some new fucking hobbies.

and of course… fuyuhiko.

fuyuhiko… doesnt have any hobbies.

like okay can you think of a single thing from the game (or fuck even the anime) that implies that he has anything he actually does For Fun. he has a sweet tooth. hes dedicated to his clan. he went to the zoo with peko one time. he got in fights at school. thats… those arent hobbies. fuyuhiko doesnt have any hobbies!!! someone get this boy some fucking knitting needles or a book to read!!!! please!!!!!!!!!! i think it would genuinely help him a lot to have something to do instead of just sitting and stewing in his own trash fire of a brain speaking from experience. learn to sew, read some fantasy novels, learn to play the guitar, something. im begging you.

and hajime is his own fucking can of worms.

he probably had hobbies before the Horrors. right? he probably played some video games, maybe liked martial arts films, maybe sketched in the margins of his notebooks. rode his bike sometimes. but now? nothing keeps his interest that long. everything becomes monotonous after a while, and sure, sometimes thats the draw. with stuff like fiber crafts the point is sometimes making it muscle memory so you have something to do with your hands. but other times its not. and his ability to basically excel in most things you put in front of him has to be so fucking boring after a while. a lot of the point of having hobbies is that you arent perfect. the draw is learning, is getting better. even reading can become nothing when any nonfiction book has knowledge in it you already know and any fiction book you can intuit the ending from the first few pages. he probably reads Lightning Fast now too, so it cant hold his interest for long.

he probably has to constantly be switching hobbies and outlets. cant stay on one thing too long, or the ennui starts to set in. that sounds miserable.

someone get these kids some hobbies, man

[sparkles-and-trash]

Little post about the hospital visit and planned surgery since endometriosis needs to be talked about more and I wanna do my part!! 🤠

cw for medical and period talk!

So my main symptoms have been present since I first fot my period at 10.

Extreme pain, considering I have a naturally high pain tolerance it was rather extreme, to the point where I pass out, throw up, and need the hospital for pain relief sometimes.

I also have always had extreme bleedings and no birthcontrol (pills, the little stick in the arm, IUD) have worked.

Last year I got diagnosed with PCOS, which is another hormonal thing, but that didn’t explain these things, and so my gyn luckily continued checking me, and soon found some big endo scars on my right ovary.

The last six months ish things have gotten so much worse, to the point where I’m bedridden a lot, and haven’t been able to work.

Today I had the consultation with the doctor responsible for my surgery, and I was honestly mostly scared of her not wanting to do much, because that’s sadly very normal where I live.

During the checkup however, she found a lot, like, A LOT, more issues than we thought, a lot of endo scarring, cysts and muscle knots.

So the surgery will be quite a bit bigger than anticipated, which sucks, but at least they’re taking it very seriously, which is great!

There were also some worry that the cysts could have been cancerous, but there was nothing that made her think that today, and they will be sure to double check everything after the surgery, which feels great.

The surgery will basically be them removing the right ovary, pieces of the uterus, and all the cysts, scarring and muscle knots they can.

Personally I wish they’d take all of the uterus out now, but they legally cannot do that without trying this first, and the doctor promised me she’ll do it if it comes back and gets bad again!

All in all I am very happy with how things went, and mostly I am just beyond relived being taken seriously.

If you think you have endo, please tell your doctor or gyn.

Early discovery can prevent it getting this bad, or much worse, and help is available.

It is nothing to be embarrased or ashamed of, and a better life is possible.

If anyone has questions or needs advice, or are just curious because maybe someone you love struggle with this my dm’s and asks are always very open to you ♥️

Thank you for reading ♥️

[dear-mrs-otome]

Silvio Ricci - Main Story - Chp 08 - His POV: 2nd Run

Standard Disclaimer: I do this for fun. I don’t, and never would, claim to be proficient at JP. There will be mistakes herein. There will be dialogue I choose to smooth out or change, because it feels choppy just straight translating. There will be the occasional snarky aside and irreverence and just plain summarizing. If you’re looking for 100% pure accuracy, without commentary or localizing, this is not for you. If you don’t mind that…then proceed, and I hope you enjoy! And please, support your local localizer (they make this stuff look easy) and Cybird by playing the games and routes when they come to English.

(NOTE: This POV is from Silvio’s 2nd playthrough - it may contain spoilers or spoiler-adjacent themes concerning the arc of his route and Rio's route, so reader be aware. This particular one doesn't have much but later ones might)

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If Valerio had a woman he truly loved, I wanted to take her away from him.

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“Dad! Mom! The teacher gave me a compliment today!”

“Ah, how wonderful! You’re really brilliant, Valerio!”

“I’m sure that one day, you’ll be an even better king than I am.”

“Really? Hehehe…”

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“...Mother, I -”

“I know you can do this. You’re bound to be the next king, you’ve come a long way towards being the next king with this level of achievement. My son can do it - isn’t that right, Silvio?”

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 Just imagining such a scene where the prince who, unlike me, is loved by everyone can’t get the woman he really wants? …It gives me a thrill. It would be a lot of fun to take a woman from him for real. 

However…the person Valerio fell for was a difficult woman who’s not interested in money. In fact, she repeatedly harasses foreign princes and makes feeble attempts at getting them to hate her. She’s truly an utterly uncharming woman, and he has no idea what it is about her that made Valerio fall in love with her. But, well …it doesn’t matter.

From behind her, he slides her collar aside and presses his lips over her pulse. He can practically see that damned dog barking as he draws on her skin to leave a prominent mark. “Maybe it would have been better if I’d just done this from the start, rather than the collar,” he muses. “You can’t take it off, and you can’t hide it from everyone.”

She only says his name, and he starts to point out that that’s a pretty weak reaction out of her - when she wordlessly turns around and grabs his hand in an ambush, startling him.

He tries to leap back at the horrible sensation, but her strength was so great he couldn’t believe she was some foppish noblewoman. 

 “What do you think you’re doing, you scumbag prince!!” she fumes, and he demands she lets go of him immediately. “Not until you apologize, and mean it!”

Don’t you dare bark at me, damned woman! He wants nothing more than to shake her off, but he doesn’t know how much strength a woman’s delicate hands can handle, so he’s stuck doing nothing. 

She accuses him of never intending to take the collar off, and he counters that he was taking the lock off but never said he’d take the collar off. “Any day you’re not wearing it, I’ll put a mark on you.”

“I see. Well, if that’s your plan, I have an idea of my own.” Her eyes are steadfast, and he has only a moment to wonder what she means, with a foreboding feeling - before she puts his fingers in her mouth.

“You!!”

Does she normally bite princes?! It seems like she’d held back just shy of causing real pain, but the sensation is still vivid nonetheless and he leaps away from the woman. Ah shit…I can still feel it on my hand.

It’s not the bite that bothers him. Rather, it’s the feel of her warm lips and the soft tip of her tongue on his skin that is the issue. Sassy - no, she’s a shameless hussy. Eugh…what a horrible feeling.

It’s only his imagination that his face is hot. It’s definitely not because he’s not used to something like this. 

She tells him that it’ll go both ways - every time he marks her, she’ll bite him as hard as she can. And he admits he’s gotta hand it to her for having the guts to bite a prince, but she best not get carried away. 

“I don’t care if you’re some prince from another country. I won’t tolerate any scummy behavior -” she starts to rail.

“What do you mean, ‘scummy act’, Emma?” 

Of all the moments, he has to show up now? The figure of that damned dog pops up behind her, having snuck up without him noticing. The woman stammers out an attempt to wave it off, slapping her hand over her neck to hide in in a gesture he finds irritating for some strange reason.

He apologizes for showing up late and she assures him it’s fine - if he hadn’t come, Silvio’s hands might be in tatters by now.

Silvio finally speaks up. “Ha! Who’d let you bite them a second or third time?”

“That’s true…it might have been hard to with you running away scared,” she counters.

“You wanna turn this into a diplomatic issue, woman?” Silvio threatens.

What are you so upset about? he scolds himself. It’s no different than being bitten by an actual dog…It’s just that it’s not exactly commonplace for a woman to bite me. 

She expresses her anger genuinely, without trying to butter him up. Something definitely different from any of the women he’s known. 

It’s a strange feeling.

“...Emma, let’s go back to the castle.” Valerio takes the woman’s hand, and starts walking. 

“Hey, who said you could take her?” He doesn’t hesitate to grab her other hand and stop her, brushing off Valerio’s protests that she doesn’t want to be there. Silvio scoffs at the concept of her ever being charming with an attitude like that, and she fires back that it’s only in front of Silvio she’s like this - if she doesn’t act like this, he’ll take advantage of her. 

“You’re getting too sassy,” he warns. “Ah, but…”

She flusters as he lifts her hand and presses his lips to the back of it. It’s an acceptable greeting amongst polite social circles, but clearly not to a commoner woman…and the sight of the sassy woman’s face turning pink is enough to make him finally feel better.  “Doing this might make you a little prettier?”

“Not that it’s any concern of yours!” she exclaims.

Valerio protests over how sly he’s being, and tries to wheedle a date out of her, which has Silvio reminding him he’s merely a butler and doesn’t deserve such concessions. But that only has Valerio rounding on him and accusing him of taking liberties with a single lady. 

“It’s fine, I’m royalty, right?” Silvio replies. 

“You think that means you can just do whatever you want?” Valerio retorts, and they glare at each other in angry silence. 

He has no intention of letting go, either. And Silvio grins to himself. Bring it on.

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“Give it back…give it back!”

“Who’s going to give it back, stupid? I hate you. Keep crying like that.”

~~~~~~~~

“For the moment, both of you please let go of me,” she asks.

He hears her voice, but ignores it. 

Choose me, woman. 

Me…rather than that damned dog.

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<< Chp 08 | Chp 09 >>

[spicywhumper]

febuwhump 2024: day 26. "help them"

series: crimson history // rating: teen and up audiences

cw: blood, mildly graphic wounds

Peyton finds someone in the park.

They’re tall, she thinks, a little bulky. There’s an aura of magic around them, a dangerous type that makes her shiver a bit. But it’s a full moon day and she can see the grass stained with blood. The figure’s clothes are a dark shade of red, it looks dark and wet and that’s definitely a lot of blood.

Peyton just wanted a normal day of night patrol instead of finding a bleeding random person.

They’re really fucking heavy, but she was trained in carrying people a lot heavier than her in fireman’s carry. Blood soaks her shirt where the figure’s body is pressed against her. Good thing Peyton’s mentor is an accomplished healer. She jogs her way back to the mansion, she wants to sprint, but doesn’t want to make the person’s wounds any worse. They’re bad enough, she feels blood staining her back as it flows freely from their wound.

At least they’re breathing, at least bleeding means their heart is beating.

“What- Peyton?” Patricia asks, frowning at her with a person draped over her shoulders, the woman has some sort of radar for issues, waiting for her at the door. “Peyton.”

“Help them You can, right?” Patricia blinks, scrunching her nose at the scent of blood fills the hall. “Please.”

“Take them to the healing ward.”

Peyton nods and obeys, sprinting down the hallway towards the ward. There’s a little noise from the figure, sounds pained but they don’t seem about to wake up. Peyton is careful as she puts them on the closest bed.

The room is well-lit, she hopes the person didn’t loose too much blood. Their face’s bloodied and bruises, left eye’s black, nose crooked, lip cut. She can see the finger-shaped bruise on their neck.

“Where did you find them?” Patricia asks as she enters the room.

“In the park, I heard the thud of someone falling to the ground and went investigate. Didn’t see anyone around.”

“I see,” she nods, checking supplies once before focusing on her new unconscious patient. “This doesn’t look good at all,” Peyton knows this, she has seen this look in her eyes before. “Lock the door, I have to undress them first.”

A part of Peyton never really likes the way you have to undress unconscious people sometimes, but of course she saw the point. You can’t really check for other injuries without seeing more skin than one’s face and hands. She watches a Patricia whispers apologies before cutting the clothes.

It reveals that 1) the mysterious figure is a young woman and 2) her injuries are really, really bad. No surprise there’s this much blood and no surprise she shows no signs of waking up any time soon. Blood covers her torso and arms, oozing from what looks like multiple stab wounds. Her legs are less injured, but she sees one wound that looks dangerously close to her femoral artery.

Whoever attacked her, they really wanted to kill her.

Patricia quickly heals the worst injuries, not fully, but enough to make those wounds stop bleeding. She orders Peyton to help cleaning the blood, Patricia stitches up other cuts, let Peyton with the ones that don’t need stitches.

It has been quite some time since the last time Peyton had to get her hands dirty with this shade of red.

“She’ll be fine,” Patricia says. “She has strong magic.”

Peyton nods, she can tell, she feels it. And seeing the amount of wounds, the depth of some of them, and how she’s sure the bruising on her face had subdued, so her own magic must be healing her. It could be a good thing, but it often only made it worse when one gets as injured as this kid got.

Peyton can do what she’s supposed to do, even if she feels nauseated by the gory sight.

“She’s gonna make it,” Patricia tells her, trying to comfort her again, eying Peyton’s shaking hand. “You did good, bringing her here.”

“I couldn’t let someone bleed out in the park.”

“You still did good,” Patricia offers her the smile she has learned it means “I’m really, really proud of you”. It sill makes her feel warm. “The kid’s gonna make it because of you.”

“You did all the healing.”

“But you found her,” Peyton nods. “Go take a shower, rest a bit, I’ll take the first watch.”

Peyton nods, she wants to stay here and make sure the girl will really make it. She rarely cares much about the sparse patients that come and go around. But maybe since she’s the one who brought the bleeding young woman, she feels a little protective over her already. Patricia seems to understand, and not judge, that’s the woman’s approach to everything.

So it’s easy to believe her, easy to trust that she’s gonna make sure the young woma makes it.