#I need to build a stronger immunity

[lazycats-stuff]

Hi, this is my first time asking here I really love your work and also the whole reason me going into the DC fandom really... Anyway, back to my request can you do like a fluffy interaction with the batfamily when child (male or gn) reader told them that they had a "boyfriend" at school.

Not entirely sure if this is really you're cup of tea and if not you can ignore it.

:D

Oh this is my cup of tea, don't worry. And I got you into DC fandom? I hope you like the fandom so far.

Summary: (Y/N) is slowly growing up. Bruce and the others can't handle it.

Warnings: fluff, Bruce and everyone is emotional, just pure fluff everyone, Titus makes an appearance

The family has been going through a rather tough time recently. (Y/N) has started going to kindergarten and they couldn't see him for almost the entire day. Bruce knew it was important that (Y/N) starts socializing with children his age.

Bruce knew that is was important for (Y/N) to do it and he needs to get over all the child sicknesses. Such as chicken pox and some others. It would build his immunity system and make him stronger. And it was difficult the first day.

Everyone was emotional that first day. All of them barley kept it together as they walked (Y/N) to the kindergarten, more so to the place where he would be spending time until he needs to go to elementary school.

(Y/N) was nervous at first, but Bruce assured him how they would be back to get him back. The brothers all said goodbye and nearly broke down when (Y/N) left and everyone, including Alfred broke down in the car.

" He is growing up so quickly. " Jason said as he was wiping his eyes, trying not to cry fully.

" I know. " Dick said, not even keeping his cool anymore. Bruce and Damian didn't cry, but they were definitely sad about the fact that they couldn't see their brother anyone. Tim was just quiet as he sniffed quietly and Alfred simply looked ahead, outright refusing to cry.

Everyone went on with their days and once they were done with work or school, they would pick up (Y/N). (Y/N) was happy to his family once more and he just wanted a hug from his dad.

And he wanted to be carried by his dad. It was their tradition after all. Soon, Bruce had to update the list of people who could pick him up and included everyone in the family, besides Damian. The kindergarten policy made it clear that you needed to present ID every time you want to pick him up.

Bruce had to admit, he was impressed with the sheer security of the kindergarten and the way that they made sure that nobody unauthorized or somebody who had more sinister motives could get in. Thankfully.

(Y/N) has been going for a few months and he liked it very much. He has made a few friends and Bruce couldn't be happier. (Y/N)'s brother's were happy too. (Y/N) was happy, liked going there and had fun.

What more could they ask for? Nothing more.

As long as their brother is happy, so are they.

It was all going to be fine.

Well, that fine turned into pure confusion when (Y/N) was home. It was a Saturday. (Y/N) and the family was having a family night and (Y/N) was watching a movie in his father's lap, enjoying the contact from his father. Bruce covered his son in a blanket, making sure it was warm. It has started snowing a few hours ago and it was perfect.

More importantly, it was peaceful.

Until (Y/N) started to speak.

It was all fine.

" I forgot to tell you something! " (Y/N) declared as he sat up upright. Bruce glanced at (Y/N) and hummed at him, showing him that he had his attention.

" I have a boyfriend! "

Those four words made Bruce's head spin and he swears he hears that he has heard something crash in the kitchen. Jason spat out his water, coughing the rest of it out. Dick wept and Damian froze. Tim blinked a few times.

What the hell?!

" I'm sorry, what do you mean by that? " Bruce asked as he got some of his composure back. (Y/N) smiled widely and Bruce had to make sure he didn't fall down.

" I have a boyfriend! We hold hands and do everything together! " (Y/N) said loudly and Dick wept louder. Jason took a deep breath and Damian blinked a few times. Tim just drank his coffee. Nope. He is too pumped with caffeine to even think about it.

" What's wrong with Dick? " (Y/N) asked, looking at his brother who was weeping. Jason gave Dick a hug and Dick was mumbling the words so quickly and grow up. In not really particular order actually.

" Nothing (Y/N), you know how he gets emotional. " Bruce explained and (Y/N) let out a little huh. Bruce wanted to cry really, but he couldn't. His son was growing up too soon, but growing up is normal.

It's going to happen eventually.

Sooner rather than later.

" Come here. " Dick said as he wiped his eyes. He stood up and took (Y/N) into his arms, hugging him. His brother can't grow up. No. It's completely wrong and not- No.

(Y/N) can't grow up. No.

(Y/N) was confused as to why Dick would cry. Why? Is he sad? Why would be sad?

" Why are you said Dick? " (Y/N) asked and Dick finally found it in himself to chuckle. He gave (Y/N) a kiss on the cheek.

" I'm not sad baby bird. "

" Then why are you crying? When you are sad, you cry. " (Y/N) stated and Dick shook his head fondly.

" Sometimes, when you are so happy, you are so overwhelmed with happiness that you just start crying. " Dick explained and (Y/N) let out a little oh, leaning his head on Dick's shoulder.

Dick sighed as he sat down on the couch and Alfred finally made his way into the the living room.

" Master Bruce, did I hear correctly? Master (Y/N) has a boyfriend? " Alfred asked, clearly not wanting to believe it. His youngest grandson has a boyfriend?

" Yes, (Y/N) has a boyfriend. " Bruce confirmed and Alfred sighed quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose. His grandson will send him to his grave. Early grave, mind you.

Jason sighed as he wanted Dick to hand (Y/N) over to him. His brother can't have a boyfriend now. He is a baby in his eyes and he can't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend for that matter until he is about 30.

That is a reasonable age to have a boyfriend. Right?

" Should I open up the scotch? " Alfred asked and Bruce smiled at the suggestion.

" Later Alfred. "

" As you wish master Bruce. "

" Dad? " (Y/N) asked from Jason's arms and Bruce felt something warm in his heart.

" Yes? "

" Can we go out to play in the snow? Pretty please. " (Y/N) asked and Bruce nodded in agreement.

" Of course we can. But you need to make sure that you are warm. You can't get a cold can you? " Bruce said as he picked (Y/N) up from Jason and (Y/N) let out a little hurray.

" He is too pure for this world. " Damian said once (Y/N) and Bruce left the room to bundle up. and there was something that everyone could agree on. Even Jason and Damian could agree on that phrase.

Titus wagged his tail as he whined for Damian to open the door to the garden. Damian did so and Titus started playing in the snow. It was weird to see such a black mass in the white snow.

Titus almost looked like a demon and then that image was gone when (Y/N) ran over to Titus. Titus was very happy, tail wagging like mad, but still remained calm and gentle with his little brother. Bruce watched as (Y/N) ran around, making angels and throwing snowballs at Bruce.

Titus would also run for snowballs that the two would make, considering that they couldn't find his tennis balls to throw. He was confused at the way the would disappear, but still came back for more.

" Maybe we have overreacted. " Dick said and everyone agreed in a certain way. (Y/N) is a child and he probably doesn't know the meaning of the word. But they know that sooner or later they will have an actual boyfriend on their hands.

Hopefully that will never happen. Hopefully.

#dc x male reader #dc comics #x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #jason todd x male reader #batman x male reader #red hood x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #nightwing x male reader #tim drake x male reader #red robin x male reader #damian wayne x male reader #robin x male reader

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Daenerys as a D&D character!!

I love dnd to bits, and I spent a lot of time thinking about how certain asoiaf characters would be if they were made using dnd 5e rules. Obviously, i had to start with dany! She is a shadow magic sorcerer, with the elemental adept feat.

My long, winding thought process about dnd and dany is under the cut, in order to spare you all.

I'm kind of working with like, westeros in the forgotten realms as my base concept, since theres elements of both that are needed for this character build to make sense lol.

Sorcerer made the most sense, with how the targaryans are thought to have ancient magic, and since dany is quite charismatic, charisma would be her spellcasting stat. I think that the obvious sorcerer subclass is draconic bloodline, but i disagree, since the way dragons are portrayed in asoiaf doesn't match up with the dnd description of dragons. I could maybe see draconic bloodline sorcery for the Fire and blood characters, but for the "modern" targs, i'd honestly lean toward fire genasi (descendants from genies, with specific elemental powers) ancestry, since the immunity to fire is emphasized. Though technically dnd doesn't really work like that, i think as a character dany would be a fire genasi (though without the usual visual traits, i suppose)

since i elected against draconic bloodline, the sorcerer subclass that makes sense for daenerys is shadow magic! its maybe a bit on the creepy/edgy side, but i think aspects work well for dany's life. for starters, if you think of her gaining magic during her life, the deal she made to try and save khal drogo's life would be perfect timing for darker magic to make its home within her. however if you wanted her to have magic from birth, then the dramatic circumstances around her birth could be heightened by there having been shadowfell influences around. also!! at 6th level, shadow sorcerers can summon a "hound of ill omen" which can take any shape, and could easily be a small dragon.

The last aspect of why i chose sorcerer, is that while the spell casting sucks at lower levels, it then really gets good as you gain spell slots (limited per day and necessary to cast any spells) and sorcery points. the spell list for sorcerer is full of damage dealing spells, and dany kinda reads as a glass canon to me (i love sorcerers a lot but they are fragile). I did briefly ponder divination wizard, since daenerys seems to have an inclination toward being a dreamer, but i don't think she had time to study and practice wizardry in her chaotic childhood. whereas we see as she gains power and confidence while growing up, and sorcerer works well with that

last few details! i've portrayed her as higher level here, which is why she is so fancy. since she is upper level (in this i was thinking around 14th), she would have access to feats, and i definitely think fire elemental adept (gives bonuses to spells that do fire damage) would bring back some of the draconic aspects to her spellcasting. for metamagic options, obviously twinned spell (allows a spell that targets 1 person to be twinned to hit two people) cause its the best one, but i was also thinking subtle spell (allows a spell to be cast without speaking or moving) since it would be quite helpful for her. For other potential feats; inspiring leader (bonuses when you give speeches n stuff) and war caster (allows magic to be used better during combat) both make sense. For her stats, i was thinking in order of highest to lowest; charisma, wisdom, intelligence, constitution, dexterity, strength. Maybe i'm doing her a disservice by having her physical stats be her low ones, but i think her mental stats are just stronger.

Anyways if you actually read all this i love you and please message me any opinions you have about dnd/asoiaf

#my art #digital art #illustration #asoif fanart #fanart #digital fanart #asoiaf girls #asoif/got #daenerys targaryen #daenerys fanart #daenerys stormborn #dnd art #dnd 5e #valyrianscrolls #shadow sorcerer #dnd sorcerer #dnd character

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I am so very glad we have the same opinion on my sweet Adrien! You can't imagine the fucking drought I have been living in when it comes to that hot dilf. I want him tofuck me so often i develop an immunity to the allergic reactions turian fluids can cause. I want him to take me with him as a "human societal advisor" or whatever title he came up with to have an excuse to have me follow him everywhere. I want him to genuinely be enamoured with me. Ugh. I crave this man on a carnal level. -blue anon

Micro-dosing the local primarch turian dilf on human bacteria by having daily make out sessions and convicnising him it's actually for the war you see because Cerberus is on our tail and they might weaponise human bites.

That's how you got one of the most respected turian generals to sit you on his lap each day, claws holding you still by the waist as your soft lips met his hard shell like mouth.

At first, he was hesitant, continuously asking you if you're sure this was going to work. And you'd pat your eyelashes all innocently like any human does to turn the scale in their favour when convincing a turian to let them get their way, so easily they fall to the bait.

The more days went on, the more confident he grew. He even started being the one to seek you out daily on the ship and politely allude for the need to meet in your quarters to discuss the anti-Cerberus strategy. On papers it all seems official and very professional.

But creaks of the bed in the captain's loft says otherwise. Adrien wanting to up his dosage since a simple kiss or ten just can't cut it anymore you see. His body is definitely accumulated to the human mouth bacteria by now so how about he...tries tasting something closer to the source? Spread your legs, he promises to watch the talons.

Oh spirits, you know these people that try building up their pain resistance by inflicting small amounts onto themselves daily but only end up developing a masochism kink instead? Sir Victus here is slowly getting addicated to your taste, the way his whole body shivers the more of your essence he swallows down, the way you're so..fleshy in comparison to him yet somehow deadlier by nature.

He could just eat you up! How can someone like you have a stronger immune system than him? How can the fragile looking humans, even at their strongest, bring a turian to their knees by a simple kiss or exhange of saliva.

He's definitely keeping you around. Ah you see well...since his new position is important, he needs to make sure he prevents any poisoning attempts, including accidental ones from other humans.

And you're already doing a wonderful job, what a great distraction you can be at times, why not come back with him to palavan?

Be his human socialist advisor or an embassy representative or whatever fancy title you want, he never cared for politics. What he cares for is still getting his daily dose of a cute human to squeeze on his lap, of feeling your warmth engulfing his cock while his tongue is down your throat.

He's becoming more immune, he even drank a human soda the other day and didn't pass out until 10 minutes later! That is record time for any turian. So this arrangement must be kept, it's for the betterment of the turian government after all.

#☆blue anon #☆Adrien #☆Smut #☆human kink #adrien victus x reader #smut #turian x reader

[grailfinders]

Grailfinders #335: Hephaistion

today on Grailfinder we’re making Hephaistion, who just kind of showed up one day. it honestly feels really weird to have a new character introduced in an event rerun, but she came, so we’ll make her. that’s how that saying goes, right?

she’s a Crown Paladin to protect her king physically and an Arcana Cleric to protect him magically as well. you have a party with a barbarian who constantly gets charmed? this is the build for you.

check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

next up: I’ve had three years to figure out how to make counterattacks good in D&D, and didn’t. now the reckoning has arrived.

Ancestry & Background

fun fact, Faker is a Human! unless she was lying about that too. still, we’ll just hope she isn’t and give her +1 Wisdom and Charisma, as well as proficiency with Arcana and the Mounted Combatant feat. while mounted, you get advantage to hit anything smaller than your mount, and you can redirect attacks from your mount to you. also, your mount has evasion, which is nice. you’re a rider sometimes, kind of, so be nice to your rides.

Faker’s technically nameless, but we’re going to call her Faceless instead, so she gets proficiency in Deception and Intimidation. I don’t think deception’s needed for magical stuff, but it’s good to have regardless.

Ability Scores

Faker’s highest score is Wisdom- you need to ask the gods for help with making magic happen, plus you need to not die from the curses aimed at your boss. both of those are wisdom. second is Strength. you hit stuff a lot when you’re fighting, and you use heavy armor. third is Charisma. we need it for multiclassing, and it’ll also help you imitate a man twice your size well enough to pass for him. I wish your Constitution could be higher, but we needed everything before this for multiclassing. besides, while you can take hits for people, you’re kept around to block curses. this means your Intelligence is pretty low, but we’re dumping Dexterity. with your armor, it’s our safest dump stat to pick.

Class Levels

1. Paladin 1: we need to start off as a paladin if you want gold armor at third ascension, but while you’re here you’ll also get proficiency with Wisdom and Charisma saves, as well as Athletics and Insight. you’re not quite as beefy as Iskandar, but you’ve to be able to keep up with the guy.

at level one you can use your Divine Sense to detect extraplanar being nearby, or you can use Lay on Hands to heal yourself or an ally. what is healing but retroactive protection?

2. Paladin 2: second level paladins get a Fighting Style. you use daggers and shortswords, so Dueling is more your speed, giving you +2 damage on one-armed weapon attacks. your fighting style actually works out really well for us, since it keeps a hand open, we don’t need to pick up warcaster for your spells later.

or now, really, since you can cast Spells this turn using your Charisma. Faker is an accomplished spellcaster, so your ability to prepare spells each day gives the whole build some much needed flexibility. we’ll bring up some particularly useful spells to stay in-character, but feel free to pick what you like.

for example, at first level you can pick up Protection from Evil & Good, Shield of Faith, and Heroism, each one protecting your charge from a magical malady. the first protects from possession and divine/unholy interference, the second gives a creature +2 AC, and the last grants immunity to fear, as well as some extra temporary HP.

if you’d rather, you can also use your spell slots on Divine Smites instead, adding radiant damage to your weapon attacks so even a dagger can hit like a greatsword. the stronger the spell slot, the stronger the damage dealt, though this only works up until level 5 spells.

3. Paladin 3: at third level you gain Divine Health, granting you immunity to disease. you also take up your oath of the Crown, which here grants you the start of your Mystic Eyes of Compulsion- your class spells Command and Compelled Duel. the former lets you give a one word command, which a target must follow on their next turn if they fail a wisdom save. this spell doesn’t work if the command is impossible or would cause them harm, but that’s what the second spell is for! if they fail a wisdom save for Compelled Duel, the target gets disadvantage to hit anyone but you, and needs to make another wisdom save to move away from you each turn. the spell lasts a minute, or until you attack another creature or another creature attacks it.

but we’re not done taunting just yet. once a short rest you can Channel Divinity in one of two ways. the Champion Challenge forces every creature you choose within 30’ of you to make a wisdom save as a bonus action. if they fail, they can’t move more than 30’ away from you unless you get knocked out or move 30’ away from them. alternatively, you can Turn the Tide as a bonus action, healing bloodied creatures near you for 1d6 plus your charisma modifier. Faker doesn’t really have healing, but again, this is just retroactive protection. that’s my justification, at least.

4. Paladin 4: we’re not really getting many magical attacks this time around, so make sure you use this Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Strength. your sword arm’s gonna get quite the workout by the time we’re done here.

5. Paladin 5: fifth level paladins get an Extra Attack each attack action, so. two per action. speaking of two, you get second level spells! Warding Bond is the best shielding spell we can get for a while, adding +1 to your charge’s AC and halving all damage they take for an hour. the downside is you also take whatever damage they do, so try to keep them alive. you also get another mystic eye spell, Zone of Truth. it’s a zone, that you tell truth in.

while it’s not a dragon, Find Steed can help you get a horse so your rider abilities won’t go to waste in the meantime. summoning dragons is a bit of a long-term goal.

6. Paladin 6: sixth level paladins have an Aura of Protection, adding your charisma modifier to every save made by friendly creatures near you, including yourself. boom, that’s instant curse protection right there. it’s only a +2 bonus atm, but a bonus is a bonus! plus, it works on any other saves too, like say, Dexterity saves. but I mean really, when would Iskandar ever need to make dex saves?

7. Paladin 7: seventh level crown paladins get a Divine Allegiance, letting you take the hit for another ally as a reaction. you can’t reduce the damage to you if you take a hit this way, just like the warding bond.

8. Cleric 1: we’ve got all the taunts we need, so let’s crank up that magical protection now. as a first level Arcana cleric you become an Arcane Initiate, giving you two cantrip from the wizard spell list like Message for the chaldea-standard holophone, and True Strike, the sign that you’re not sure what other cantrips to give someone. speaking of, you get cleric cantrips too like Guidance and Resistance to protect people better than most, and Spare the Dying. I consider mortality a curse, so I’m counting this as an in-character spell. you can cast these or your other Spells from the cleric spell list using your Wisdom, and again this is a group of spells you can prepare each day. Clerics have some of the strongest spells in the game, and we have to go in deep to grab a dragon, so have fun with it! get the spells you want.

but also get Sanctuary, it’ll force a wisdom save on anyone trying to mess with your charge, whether that’s attacking or by using a spell. if they fail a wisdom save, the attacker will have to change targets or waste the action entirely. this only works for a minute, or until the warded creature attacks someone themselves, but it’s a potent defense while it’s up.

9. Cleric 2: second level clerics get their own flavors of Channel Divinity, and I’m pretty sure this is the first time it’s come up, but doubling down on CD doesn’t double the number of uses per short rest, it just gives you more options. options like Turn Undead to scare off zombies and skeletons, and Arcane Abjuration to turn a celestial, elemental, fey, or fiend. it can also gets upgrades like Destroy Undead later, banishing creatures of the same CR. I don’t think this comes up that often, but both of these options would protect Iskandar, so they’re technically in-character.

10. Cleric 3: third level of cleric is literally where the magic happens, as getting second level cleric spells opens up a lot of opportunities. Magic Weapon is nice, but we’re here for Arcana Cleric’s other class spell, Nystul’s Magic Aura. with this, you can make nonmagical items seem magical to spells like Detect Magic, but more importantly you can make yourself appear to be a different creature as far as spells go. technically this could only change your creature type, but I’m sure you can work something out with your DM. it’s also a useful defensive spell against magic, as a lot of weaker spells only work on humanoids, and you can make your king look unhumanoid to spells, shutting them down completely. it’s also super economical, lasting a full 24 hours.

you also get what is probably your most powerful use of your mystic eyes yet, Hold Person. when a target falls under the effect of hold person, all melee attacks against them crit automatically. paladins love crits because it makes your smites twice as effective. being able to command someone to hold still in the middle of a fight is good, actually.

11. Cleric 4: fourth level clerics get another ASI, so bump up that Strength again. you can also cast Light now, which is always going to be useful since you have dumb human eyes.

12. Cleric 5: fifth level clerics can Destroy Undead of CR ½ or lower using their channel divinity. ghosts suck, Iskandar hates ghosts, so just get rid of them. you also get third level spells like Dispel Magic to retroactively protect your king from magic, and Magic Circle to lock ghosts in place while you work to get rid of them. you can also reverse it to give you and your party a safe space away from ghosts and the like.

as far as spells we can choose go, Remove Curse is basically what you were born to do, and Life Transference is more of that retroactive protection we were talking about earlier. it’s healing, but it also hurts you in the process. I don’t know why they put this in the spell list of the most powerful healer in the game, but I’m glad they did.

13. Cleric 6: sixth level clerics can channel divinity twice per rest, and you become a Spell Breaker as well. whenever you heal an ally, you can end a spell’s effect on them for free. you know, like. curses. for instance.

14. Cleric 7: seventh level clerics get fourth level spells, and there’s not much we really need here. this build’s a bit awkward in that Faker is generally a low-level caster in execution, but her NP is a high-level spell, so the middle levels don’t have a lot for us magic-wise. still, that just means you have plenty of space to figure out what spells your Faker needs, so it’s not all bad. we only need Death Ward to block instant death spells, but the freebie spells, Arcane Eye and Leomund’s Secret Chest, aren’t bad either.

15. Cleric 8: eighth level clerics get another ASI, so bump up your Charisma for a stronger aura. you also get a stronger Destroy Undead this level, as well as Potent Spellcasting, adding your wisdom modifier to the damage dealt by cleric cantrips.

we do not have any damaging cleric cantrips.

16. Cleric 9: ninth level cleric, fifth level spells. again, Planar Binding and Teleportation Circle are nice, you’ll get use out of them, but if you want magical eyes that compel people to do what you say, you need to put a Geas on them. it lasts 30 days, and you can force it to either do something you want, or not do something you don’t, if it fails a wisdom save. once a day, if it works against your command, it will take 5d10 psychic damage. you can issue a harmful command, but certain death is off the table.

17. Cleric 10: tenth level clerics get Divine Intervention- once a day (or once a week if you succeed), you can ask the gods for help. you have a Your Level in 100 chance of success, so right now it’s 1/10. if you succeed, your DM will decide what the gods think is appropriate aid.

you also get one last cantrip, so Thaumaturgy. Iskandar is loud, so you need to be too.

18. Cleric 11: it’s an odd level, so you know what that means, more spells! there’s a few sixth-level spells we want, actually, like Fizban’s Platinum Shield to protect your king as best we can, giving him half cover, resistance to most elemental damage, and evasion. you can also swap it between people, but we really just care about the king.

while Mass Suggestion might not seem like the most powerful use of your mystic eyes, since its commands come with more restrictions than Geas, it can force a whole crowd to help you for up to a month by the time this build is done, so it’s not one to be underestimated. that being said, this will force every creature in the crowd to make their own wisdom save, so your DM might not be too happy about it.

19. Cleric 12: with our penultimate level, you receive your ultimate ASI, the Tough feat. it’s a whole 38 extra HP now, plus another two next level. we’re spending our HP on a lot in this build, we need all the stuff we can get.

20. Cleric 13: thirteenth level clerics get seventh level spells. the one spell we definitely need from this list is Conjure Celestial, letting you summon a celestial of CR 4 or lower. the important thing here is that includes Winged Lions, our stand-in for a dragon chariot. though if you wanted to just run people over, winged bulls are certainly an option as well. this spell takes a minute to cast, but after that you have your flying buddy for an hour, which is a lot of trampling time in D&D. plus you can ride on a flying lion, which is cool.

Pros & Cons

Pros:

you are very good at protecting people. you can lock down individuals or crowds, block off curses, disguise yourself or your king from magic, and just being around you improves everyone’s saving throws. and of course, worst comes to worst you can put your life on the line to shield others from attacks.

speaking of attacks, you’re a paladin that knows hold person. you can deal stupid amounts of damage if you pull that spell off you can just delete someone pretty easily.

also, while protecting people from physical attacks is pretty trivial, you specialize in protecting them from magical effects, which can be a lot more devastating as a whole. think about it. how many berserker builds get dinged for being easily charmed? and of course curses can be just about anything your DM okays, so being able to block those from ever hitting a party member can be huge.

Cons:

we need three stats for multiclassing, which really stretches how strong you can be in any one of them. don’t get me wrong, you’re okay, but there’s quite a few stats I wish could be higher for this build to really shine. also worth noting, both paladins and clerics have super strong level 20 bonuses, so by multiclassing you miss out on both.

speaking of stats I wish were higher, your HP isn’t bad, per se, but if you’re running a build all about taking damage for others you’d probably want something past 200 HP, not 170. thankfully you’re a palacleric, so you have a shitton of ways to refill that HP bar.

we don’t get your mount until level 20, and before that your best replacement is a regular horse. even with Mounted Combatant your steed will probably get shot out from under you within the first few rounds of combat. riding a flying lion looks cool, but falling from 10 stories up because they just got sniped does not.

#fgo #Fate Grand Order #D&D 5e #DND #Hephaistion #Faker

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Weak Immune System (Karasuno Volleyball Club/ MALE!Reader) Part I

This is originally written for my AO3, figured I'd post it here as well just for the heck of it. All of this to say, this is not good lol

You couldn't wait to get back to practicing with your friends, after spending the first week of school stuck at home, sick with the rest of your family. You were a second year at Karasuno high, and you'd been playing volleyball since you could walk. Most people would say you were an excellent player, but you'd put yourself more as a decent all-rounder.

Your classmate, Tanaka has been going on about these crazy good first years ever since school started, texting you videos of the four first years in action, he even caught the famous "freak quick" in action, and it had your blood racing with anticipation of what the team could do with so much raw talent.

Morning practice had never been your favorite, but Tanaka had insisted on dragging your butt out of bed early, some might even say too early. You weren't expecting anyone to be there, just under an hour before the practice was meant to start, but sure enough, there were your upperclassmen, setting up the net, already in gym clothes.

"Yo! Look who's back!" Tanaka called, proudly clapping you on the back, grinning "Mr. Weak-immune-system here!"

"Would you stop calling me that?" you huffed "I get Scarlet-fever one time!"

"(Y/N)? You're back!" Sugawara cried, jogging up enthusiastically. You knew to brace before he started his round of playfully punching your gut, Suga's usual greeting "It's about time!"

You playfully punched him back, striking his shoulder with just enough force to smart "you don't need me anymore, remember? Got yourselves two tall-ass first years to play with!"

Daichi smiled, patting you gently on the shoulder "it's good to have you back, we missed you against Seijouh."

"You won, Cap! Hardly seems like you needed lil' old me!"

Daichi's face turned sour "you didn't see Oikawa's monster serve. If we're going to stand a chance then we need a stronger defense, that starts with you, and ends with Nishinoya."

"Is he still not back?" you wondered, a frown falling on your face "damned idiot still lovestruck over Asahi?"

"Yeah, I guess so, now that you're here though I bet we can get his ass back on a court!" Tanaka declared "c'mon, let's get changed so you can show those creeps how a real man serves!"

Tanaka hauled you off to the club room before you could argue, leaving the two third-years grinning, glad that things hadn't changed. At first glance, some people might not think much of you, sure you were tall, and you took good care of yourself, but off the court, you weren't really intimidating. They knew the first years wouldn't know what hit them.

You came back dressed for practice and helped everyone set up, catching up with the gossip. The rest of the second-years arrived, closely followed by the first years who quickly spotted the new face.

You knew the blonde was taller than you, but you weren't used to being looked down on by anyone, being over six-foot had its perks after all. Still, you smiled and casually waved a greeting while you were stretching your legs out on the floor "mornin'!"

"Who are you?" the tall blonde sneered at you.

"Watch your damn mouth first-year!" Tanaka yelled from across the court "he'll kick your ass!"

"Not from down there he won't." the boy chuckled.

You shrugged, your build hadn't hinted at your height then, good. It wouldn't hurt to mess with him a little, not when he looked oh so smug and the other first years were watching. "Tsukishima, right? Ryu said you were salty but damn, you start early."

As you spoke, you gathered to your feet, taking your sweet time stretching to your full height, which was in fact, exactly as tall as he was. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and you smirked.

"Name's (Y/N), I'm in 2-5. Been sick all week, sorry I missed the action now."

"Woah! You're really tall!" Tangerine declared.

"Hi, Hinata right? That makes you Kageyama and you're Yamaguchi, yeah?"

"How do you know our names?" Kageyama wondered.

"Kiyoko recorded some of your plays for me, and I'm a people person," you gave them your sweetest smile, you wanted them to underestimate how ruthless you could be on the court, you loved when people just assumed you were a gentle giant, like Asahi.

"So you saw the quick attack?! Like whoosh! Bang!"

"Cool sound effects, and yes." you smiled at the puppy-like enthusiasm "you're a little ball of energy huh?"

Hinata flushed but was spared from responding, thanks to Daichi's call to start warming up together. They still didn't have a coach, but they were used to that by now, running through the drills they knew and correcting each other's forms where necessary.

The first years were a technical disaster, not to mention constantly at each other's throats (no thanks to Tsukishima's active poking), and it made you wonder how Daichi got them to behave themselves long enough to play ball.

"Dude! You're up to serve!" Tanaka yelled, yanking you out of your pensive thoughts by tossing you a ball.

The team was running serve/receive drills now, you'd already done a few receives, nothing special but it got your blood moving just enough for you to attempt the jump-serve.

A week at home hadn't stopped you from doing light workouts, or you'd have gone mad in your room with your little brother, so you were confident as you walked behind the line, measured your steps out of habit, and got into position.

On the other side of the net were Hinata and Tsukishima, neither of which would receive worth a damn, so you decided to have some fun.

You set up the service, hearing the surprise in the room when you jumped. You were already tall, and your jump technique had taken you literal years to perfect. The first swing wasn't as hard as you could hit it, you didn't want to strain yourself, so you aimed right between the two first years.

Hinata dove for the ball, completely off balance, and sent it flying into the wall, while Tsukishima almost stepped on him.

"Hell YEAH!" you and Tanaka yelled, performing your traditional celebratory chest bump, you'd been practicing that since middle school too. Many a bloody nose had once followed a good serve.

"Nice serve (Y/N)!"

You bowed theatrically "thank you, thank you!"

"Do that again!"

You looked up to meet a pair of wide, amber eyes, staring at you with an intensity that was almost terrifying, unblinking, and determined.

"Tanaka, this kid scares me," you muttered as he passed you another ball "is he always like this?"

Tanaka shrugged beside you "only when he really wants to beat someone...good luck with that."

"Thanks, real helpful dude."

Pt. 2 Pt.3

#haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #reader insert #series #karasuno x male reader #karasuno headcanons

[typhoonvash]

// Canary Is Not Immune To Plant Bloom Headcanons

while bloom is seasonal, it can happen if around flora that are also in bloom

even if triggered by other flora, it will last a month. sorry canary.

he tries so, so hard to hide it. he.. kinda succeeds... but there are things that he can't hide.

for instance his body temperature rises significantly. enough so that if someone is sleeping next to him or touching him for whatever reason, they'd legitimately think the poor guy's deathly sick. he usually runs so, so cold.

but also usually he can't sleep. too much energy. can't sleep, won't get tired, but this leads to extreme boredom and (likely) shenanigans when he tries to do anything to get his mind off of fking/getting fked

some of this extra energy is given to his partner(s), so they also often dont feel the need for sleep. eventually they gotta though. don't mind the man with bright cyan eyes watching you from the corner of the room, it's normal.

inhuman qualities are enhanced: eyes more glowy, shows teeth more often (smiles, fangies outside lips, etc), faster, stronger, more vines, stronger glowies (harder to control when glowing also)

he um. also tends to get larger and longer when topping.

despite his Extreme Horny it's still only for people close to him. this. made blooms quite often just an inconvenience that he could deal with. having people he is involved with??? well now it's so over for him.

switches between blanketing himself in bed writhing around and pacing and going on MANY walkies. basically just keeps himself moving because it feels like his entire skin's gonna vibrate off his body.

getting what he wants does help, but the general feeling lasts a full month. it just gets weaker after a bit of a marathon. if fked daily, he feels (almost) normal every day! yay!

his taste changes from something akin to peaches (and slick) to a flowery-sweet aromatic flavor. skin, sweat, saliva, the man is practically a sprig of lavender. it may seem great, but the scent is extremely strong. can make it... difficult... to hide. in general.

while his ~*~fluids~*~ (look i'm trying not to trigger any no-no words) normally have an aphrodisiac effect, during bloom it's um. intense. we're talking like, "if you have an erection lasting longer than 4 hrs consult a doctor" levels of intense. it's fine. don't worry about it.

on the bright side, his self-healing is super jacked!

...tends to get very clingy/possessive (not in a toxic way) though. can get whiny even when partner gets up to just. go get food or something.

doesn't do the whole nest building thing. he does just like having pressure on him though—so blankievash, partner just flopping on top of him, hell, even restraints, are favorite things during the month.

because it's so dry on gunsmoke, he ends up static shocking people often. hair also stands on end (just a bit, kind of just looks like his usual hair but slightly messier)

once you get a taste, you crave more. so long as you stay near this idiot, you'll have a thirst that can't really be quenched unless... yeah.

tends to? collect things?? he'll just pick stuff up and bring it to his partner(s) as a gift. some kind of mating ritual.

look basically what i'm saying is that this man's body is a mess and keeping contained is near impossible. also, assuming they are sexually active (are also adults and are interested in sex at all), people in close enough proximity to him will just be inexplicably horny. doesn't have to be for him, isn't an impulse to fuck right then and there; it's just a. "huh weird" kind of "why am i horny this time" sensation.

all of this is by discussion only ofc. there's also the uh, whole reason for blooming, but again. that's a touchy subject and it's SUPER BY DISCUSSION ONLY BECAUSE UuuUUuuuHHh yeah. like i don't mind, but also like. idk. it's touchy. anyway if you read this i'm sorry my man is a little freak.

#[they put canons in his head] #[mortal indulgences; nsfw] #//ooc//

[slashingdisneypasta]

Poly!Greasy Weasel x Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel || Drabble

Plot: Established relationship!You get dressed up for your boys, and Wheezy of course knows exactly what you’re up to- Greasy however, ever-boneheaded when it comes to a pretty girl in a pretty dress, does not. But that’s okay!~

I got some bad intentions

Lucky for you

I'll take your coat, your hat, your inhibitions too

//

I put my red dress on

Poured the whiskey stiff and strong

Candles by the bed

Lighting up my silhouette

You're gonna tell your friends that you made the move

But honey if you only knew

I put my red dress on

Just to watch you

                        take it

                                  off.

(Red Dress, Sophia Scott)

*I’m so out of practise with these two (in a non-au sense) 😅 But I really wanted to write this (Its just quick and simple ^^). I hope its okay! ^^ Happy New Year!

Warnings: Illusions to smut. Unedited.

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy, @astrid-flo , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @spookifi .

WHEEZY’s POV

When we walk in and Y/N’s just raisin’ up from where she was bent over the coffee table lighting some candles on there, flicking a match until the flame is blown out - that damn red dress on her, the one she pulls out every time she wants something from us cuz she knows it’s a winner, - I look right over to Greasy. It’s hard to look away from Y/N, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure as hell not immune, but I could not miss his reaction.

Annd… yeah. Goddamnit Grease, get that jaw off the fucking floor, this woman already thinks she can get anything outta you - us, - in that dress, no need to confirm it for her! Shit. I know that man has dignity; he must hang it up with his hat when he walks in here.

Still, its pretty funny. With a smirk on my lips, smokes grit in my teeth, I shake my head at him.

I look back over to Y/N then, closing the apartment door behind Grease since he’s forgotten all about it approaching Y/N (without me, I’m pretty sure everyone in this building woulda seen them fucking for this exact reason), I see a pretty little smirk spread across her red lips (The lipstick too?... jesus fucking christ, she really wants something from us huh.) and she tilts her head at Greasy. “… turn off the lights for me, please?”

“… but why? Mi amor, I want to see all of- “Before he can finish, I punch the lights myself; leaning back against the door and watching them both, not willing to join ‘em yet. Not til I know what she wants… Her eyes slide over to me, and I raise a brow at her. Asking. “El fumador- “

Ignoring the frustrated tone in Greasy’s voice, I continue to look at Y/N. Half because I’m waiting for her to cave- and half because, well, she’s damn pretty.

Of course, she doesn’t cave, she just flicks the black and used match onto the coffee table and sets her hands on her perfect fucken hips. Then, looking thoughtful with the firelight flickering in her eyes, she fixes her hair; lifting it off her shoulders for a moment and letting it fall back down like she’s relaxin’. It’s a move.

… and I won’t lie, it does something for me.

And it definitely does something for Greasy; his own fire reflected eyes glazed-over with something stronger than lust and licking all over her- goddamnit, man, pull yourself together. I wanna laugh.

“Y/N tell me, what’s the meaning of all- “When Y/N’s hands slide up over Greasy’s shoulders, smoothing over his green suit, his words stutter to a clipped stop for a moment as he takes in a deep breath looking down at her. Her eyes are on his lips, his are on… well. Not her lips, that’s for sure- “Uh, hah, all this… ”

“I just missed my boys,.. Grease why don’t you take off your jacket?”

For a moment, Greasy looks daring; leering down at her with sharp teeth like a hungry wolf. “… why don’t you do it for me?” For a second, if you didn’t know better, y’might think he’s himself again; cunning and sly, the bosses right-hand-goddamn-man. But all Y/N’s gotta do is bat those eyelids and tilt her head to the side ever-so-slightly (She’s got this down to a science; its impressive), and Greasy’s backbone reverts back to a mashed potato state.

“Cuz I’m gonna go pour the drinks!” She moves her hands down to the opening in his jacket and tugs carefully, leaning into his ear. “Stiff and strong… “

I don’t even see Greasy move- just see that green jacket flutter and fly behind the couch, forgotten.

When her eyes glide over to me in the soft darkness of the room, a giggle in her eyes from Greasy’s enthusiasm (He’s so lucky she finds it cute- everyone else’d call it creepy), she gives me a slow once-over from head to toe. I don’t move a goddamn muscle. “… you glued to that door, Wheezy?”

“Nope. Like it here. Great ventilation.”

“Uhuh… Well you’re gonna miss out on all the fun.”

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Greasy intervenes, still looking at her. She gives him an amused, perturbed look- almost forgetting tonight’s seductress act, almost laughing at her boyfriend. She’s fucken adorable.

“I know you don’t- “Stifling the grin with grace, she shakes her head and looks back at me again. “But I don’t want Wheezy to feel left out.” She pouts, and I wanna kiss her- but I stay where I am. I can kiss her all I like after I know what the cheeky little lady’s after here. That look in her eye aint sittin’ right, with me. When after a moment she decides she’s not gettin’ anywhere with me, she sighs and turns back to Grease who’s still eyeing her like a starving predator. Who hasn’t stopped, since we walked in and saw her in the dress. “Well- he can join us later.”

“Fantastic idea.” Greasy breathes, his clawed fingers finally raising up to touch her (Good on him for lasting this long, though. Impressive for him), his eyes lookin’ hypnotised. “Let the old man join us when he’s got the energy.”

… “Oy- “I have the ener-

“Sh sh sh.” Greasy waives me off, and I sigh; rolling my eyes. Whatever. Y/N gives another forgetting-her-seductress-act kinda grin at us, before stepping away from Greasy and going to get the drinks in the kitchen. While I’m thinkin’ good, I could use a drink, my sly partner here takes the opportunity to whirl around and hold a stern finger up at me. “Alright el fumador!! What are you doing?? You’re ruining the mood!! Whatever you’re doing-- stop it!! If you can’t play nice, go take a long, long walk around the block!! In fact walk all the way to the apartment and stay there, because I have intentions with our lovely Y/N, and- ”

“Grease.”

“- and they are very detailed, and very delicious, and you are not going to take them away from me!- “ Man this guy can talk.

“Grease- “

“No! I don’t want to hear it! Close your mouth and be very very nice to Y/N, or I’ll stick your disgusting cigerettes in the freezer!”

… well that aint nice. Before I can pipe up again, try to explain to Grease what’s going on, Y/N walks back in and somehow she’s gotten hotter. Holy…

“Here you go!” Y/N hands Greasy a drink, and I once again watch all thought (Or, most thought) slip outta his head again lookin’ down at her before she moves on to hand me my drink. I nod, thanks. “… what were y’all talkin’ about? Don’t leave me out! ^^”

Greasy straightens his shoulders, raising to his full height to give me a Look. A shut up your pie hole, kinda look. I sigh, and shake my head; taking a drink. “Nothin’, doll.”

“Absolutely nothing~ “Greasy agrees, approaching us both at the door and slithering a serpentine arm around her waist. “Now~ Minx~ You got me all liquored up- what will you do with me now?~”

“You haven’t taken a sip yet… “I mutter into my glass, getting a sharp glance from him before he looks right back down at our girl. Whatever.

Y/N, bold as all hell, just tucks her pretty fingers under the knot in Greasy’s tie and guides him down into a kiss. A slow, deep kiss that’s really something to watch; I can’t lie. Seein’ my girl kiss my doofus guy aint ever bad.

… Damnit maybe I’m a sucker, too.

When she reaches over, mid lip-lock with Grease, and slips two more of her pretty fingers into the crook of my arm - guiding me closer to them, so she can kiss me next, - I fucken let her. Whatever she wants, she can have.

#Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel Drabble #Wheezy Weasel x Reader x Greasy Weasel Drabble #Greasy Weasel x Reader Drabble #Wheezy Weasel x Reader Drabble #Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel #Wheezy Weasel x Reader x Greasy Weasel #Greasy Weasel x Reader #Wheezy Weasel x Reader #Greasy Weasel #Wheezy Weasel #Toon Patrol #Toon Patrol x Reader #Drabble

[pickledturnip80]

I had a conversation with my friends about what a hypothetical "Breath of the Wild-type" Kid Icarus game might be like.

I think if such a game existed, weapon and armor crafting could be the major focus, as well as building Pit up to be a stronger angel, similar to the NES game. The NES game was pretty much Metroid with RPG elements in it, and this game could focus on the RPG aspects of the first Kid Icarus game.

The story doesn't need to be complicated. Off the top of my head: Pit ends up stuck on the Overworld (earth) and has to live among mortals while trying to restore his strength and divinity. Maybe he was badly injured in war and lost his laurel crown so Palutena could not find him for a good portion of the game?

While stuck on the Overworld, he could purchase or gather materials to make weapons and armor. Completing missions given to him by humans or the gods can unlock new recipes or upgrades. Pit could find altars belonging to specific gods, and offering Hearts could get him blessings such as an increased chance of finding rare materials or immunity to the Eggplant Curse. Maybe there's a Favor system where gaining the favor of gods can unlock rewards unique to each god?

Along with the usual Health, Strength, Defense, and Stamina stats, I like the idea of Pit having a Charisma or Influence stat that affects his interactions with NPCs. In Kid Icarus, a high Strength stat gave Pit a greater chance at successfully intimidating shopkeepers for cheaper prices on goods, and I'd like to see something similar make a come back. High Influence means a greater chance at successfully haggling shopkeepers for better buying and selling prices, rallying nearby friendly NPCs to fight bigger baddies, and intimidating enemies so they flee.

Like Breath of the Wild, weapon durability can be a mechanic in the game. Unlike Breath of the Wild, Pit should be able to repair his equipment or pay a blacksmith to repair it for him, which would make the durability mechanic much less annoying.

It would be neat to be able to climb to high places and glide across the map! Pit could also use his wings to slow his descent and decrease the chance or severity of fall damage.

In Kid Icarus, the password system was called Sacred Words. In this hypothetical game, Pit could find and inscribe Sacred Words to create enchantments for his equipment.

Each weapon type could have its own skill tree, but that might make things too complicated and there's the possibility of balancing issues. It may be too similar to Skyrim as well.

Pit could forge his own new set of Sacred Treasures to take on the final boss!

#kid icarus #kid icarus uprising

[cuddlepilefics]

Wear your coat, you'll catch a cold.

Fandom: Enhypen

Sickie: Sunoo

Caregiver: Enhypen

Prompt: @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

The weather had been pretty rough lately. With fall approaching, a strong wind had picked up, while the temperature had dropped drastically over the past few days. The members were all worn out from their busy schedules and realistically, it was only a matter of time till one was bound to fall ill. Knowing they wouldn’t want to have to miss work due to illness, the members had unanimously agreed to take especially good care of their health. They made a point of eating healthy and by having meals together, they were bound to be reminded of having some veggies. Always watching out for one another, the members usually made sure everyone was back and in bed at a reasonable time although there were some exceptions when they really had no choice because of their schedule.

One of those exceptions was Jake and Sunoo having to stay behind at the company. The two had struggled with some parts of their new choreography and were asked to stay longer, so they could work on their weaker points. Jake couldn’t even remember how that could happen as he didn’t usually fall behind like this. Their morning had been a little chaotic, so by the time they started to practice, his mind was anywhere but the task on hand, which was probably why he had made so many mistakes. Sunoo hadn’t been any better, unable to focus and therefor messing up his dance moves. Sure, it sucked having to stay behind because you didn’t do well enough but at least they had each other and didn’t need to stay back alone. Though the other members were confused too and didn’t really want to leave their friends, they eventually filed into the van that would take them back to their dorm.

A few hours later, Jake and Sunoo had finally made it. The pair was exhausted to the bone, which wasn’t surprising with how much they had been dancing. It had gotten quite late and with the van already gone, they had to figure out how to get home. Sure, they could call a cab but when they did, they were told about the waiting time and politely declined. They just wanted to go to bed, not wait for almost an hour till someone would come and drive them. Glancing outside, Jake noted: “Well, it isn’t raining right now…. I we walk, we’ll still be faster than if we wait for a cab and I’m really carving a shower. Ugh, so sweaty.” – “Yeah, I’m drenched too”, Sunoo agreed with a wince, “Let’s just get going. It isn’t even that far.” He quickly downed the last few sips of water before shoving the bottle into his bag.

As they stepped out of the building, a gust of wind hit them. “Woah, that was stronger than I expected”, Jake shuddered as his zipped up his coat. He pulled his hands into the sleeves to keep his fingers from freezing as he glanced at Sunoo, not seeing the younger’s coat anywhere. Sunoo had stuffed it into his bag because he still felt overly warm from dancing and now that the wind hit his damp skin, digging it back out seemed like too much of a hassle. Frowning at his dongsaeng, Jake instructed: “Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold.” – “Nah, hyung. I’m fine. It isn’t even cold out here, though I suppose your Aussie-genes are making you a little sensitive”, Sunoo teased, hiding his hands in the sleeves of his sweater, so the older wouldn’t see them tremble.

It was no secret that Sunoo was the member with the worst immune system, which was why Jake really worried about the younger walking around without wearing his coat. Sunoo however didn’t feel cold enough to go through the trouble of retrieving his coat from his bag and only teased his hyung when he asked him to put his coat on. Jake knew the boy would most likely get defensive if he mentioned his shitty immune system but there wasn’t much he could do when he just wouldn’t listen. Giving the younger a stern look, Jake reminded: “Ddeonu, we know how it goes with you. If you don’t wear your coat, I give you a day, two days maximum before you fall ill. That’s exactly what we’ve been trying to avoid, so stop fooling around and just put it on.” – “Don’t you think I’d be wearing it if I was cold, hyung? You guys always treat me like I can’t survive on my own. I can make my own decisions, you know, I don’t need you to tell me what my body does or doesn’t need. It is MY body and I know MY body best”, Sunoo spat, adjusting the strap of his bag, so it wouldn’t slip off his shoulder now that he quickened his pace. Jake only sighed as he matched the boy’s pace, knowing he had upset his dongsaeng by pointing out what he had always been insecure about.

Though he had really been looking forward to taking a shower, Jake stalled when they got home, trying to get Sunoo to shower first without coming across too overbearing. The other members had already gone to bed by the time Jake showered but at least he could be sure now that his dongsaeng had warmed up from their walk. Still, when the Aussie went to bed he kept overthinking how he could’ve picked his words better as to not upset the younger but he also made a mental note to keep a closer eye on him for the next few days in case his prediction came true.

Sunoo winced and buried his face in his pillow the second he woke up. He felt drained, a testament of the long practice Jake and him had completed the previous day. The bone-aching exhaustion wasn’t all though. There was a pressure in his sinuses that made his head foggy and he just wanted to go back to sleep for another two hours. That wasn’t an option though, so he rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead. After splashing some cold water into his face, Sunoo had to accept that he wouldn’t be shaking that sleepy hazy anytime soon. All he could do was grab some concealer and cover up the circles under his eyes, so it wouldn’t look quite as dramatic.

While the other member all had at least a small breakfast, Sunoo just couldn’t seem to find his appetite and he ended up just sipping some water to soothe the dry itch in his throat. It was obvious how out of it he was and Niki teased him about almost going back to sleep at the table but the older didn’t react to it at all. “You should really eat breakfast”, Jay hummed, nudging his dongsaeng’s shoulder, “We have a long day ahead of us. Wouldn’t want you to collapse because you don’t have the energy.” Sunoo only nodded, though he was well aware that even if he ate something, he wouldn’t have the energy to keep up with the rest of the group today. He accepted the small serving of rice, Jay handed him but barely had a few bites, mainly just poking at his food.

“Hope he’s not coming down with something”, Heeseung commented after Sunoo had left to get changed. Packing a water bottle into his bag, Niki added: “He’s not acting like himself, hyung. He didn’t react to my teasing at all.” – “I’m pretty sure he’s catching a cold”, Jake sighed, “He refused to wear his coat when we walked home last night and I’m pretty sure he’s mad at me because I might have been a little pushy in telling him to put it on.” The members unanimously agreed to keep an eye on their friend throughout the day because they already suspected he wouldn’t speak up about not feeling well.

Sunghoon made sure to throw a travel pack of tissues into his bag, in case his dongsaeng needed it, while Jake brought along his dongsaeng’s favorite cough drops. Before they headed out, Heeseung went to talk to Sunoo alone, asking the younger if he was okay and what was on his mind but Sunoo insisted he was only sleepy still because they had gotten home late the previous night.

Their schedule passed in a blur for Sunoo, who frequently had to excuse himself to the bathroom to go and blow his nose. He had been really quiet all morning, only speaking when someone asked him something because his throat was on fire and he was certain he’d be losing his voice soon. His attempts at dancing always left him lightheaded and though the members noticed him slacking during the choreographies, nobody pointed out his mistakes as it was obvious that he was trying his hardest. A bunched-up wad of toilet paper fell from Sunoo’s pocket during one of the jumps. If he had run out of tissues, it would most definitely explain why his nose looked so raw and irritated. It had to hurt badly to scrub at it with toilet paper. When the younger wasn’t looking, Sunghoon slipped the travel pack of tissues into his dongsaeng’s bag, so he wouldn’t have to blow his nose into toilet paper anymore.

Jake and Sunoo hadn’t really spoken at all that day and the older couldn’t help but feel guilty for the way he had approached the topic of his dongsaeng’s health the previous night, assuming the younger was avoiding him because he was still hurt and upset because of it. Truth was, Sunoo tried to stay away from Jake, afraid the older would notice him being under the weather and he really wasn’t in the mood for any ‘I told you so’. Still, that would be the best-case-scenario but Sunoo feared his hyung would be mad at him because they all put in such a big effort to stay healthy while he had been stubborn and deliberately risked falling ill.

Sunoo didn’t know how he had done it but he had gotten through a full day of schedule without collapsing. By the time he got back to the dorm and kicked off his shoes though, he was pretty certain that he had developed a fever. His skin felt sensitive, while his head pounded and he couldn’t tell whether he felt hot or cold. Too exhausted to notice his friends’ intentions, Sunoo took the first turn showering when he was pushed towards the bathroom. “Let’s have some soup for dinner”, Jake proposed, already heading to the kitchen. Walking off to the room he shared with Sunoo, Jungwon and Niki, Sunghoon agreed: “I’ll be there to help you in a minute, hyung. Let me just go and set up the humidifier for tonight.” While the older filled the humidifier with water, Niki placed a fresh box of tissues next to Sunoo’s bed and picked out a warm outfit for his hyung to wear after his shower.

The steam in the bathroom had helped Sunoo breathe a little easier though the shifting congestion made him cough. He could only hope that the running water was enough to drown out the noise but he doubted it. His throat felt shredded and tears stung his eyes as he kept turning the water temperature higher in an attempt to quell the chills. The chills didn’t stop but the hot water soothed the ache in his muscles. Sunoo stumbled a little as he stepped out of the shower, the heat messing with his circulation. Spotting the clothes on the sink, he heaved a sigh of relief, grateful that whichever member had picked them had picked a warm outfit. He still shivered as he got dressed, eager to head to his room and lay down on his bed till dinner would be ready.

On his way to his room, Sunoo happened to run into Jake though, the older stopping him right there. They only stared at each other for a moment, Jake realizing the younger had forgotten to dry his hair. After their argument the previous night, the Aussie was hesitant to comment on it, though he knew Sunoo would only get worse if he didn’t dry his hair. “Dinner should be ready in half an hour”, Jake stated neutrally, stepping aside to let the younger go to his room. Sunoo nodded in acknowledgement, making a beeline for his bed as his head spun. He wouldn’t have been able to stay upright a moment longer, so he was glad that the older didn’t try to have a conversation but on the other hand, he was also a little hurt that his hyung treated him so distant.

“Guys, Sunoo didn’t dry his hair but I don’t think he would’ve reacted well to me telling him what to do, so could one of you make sure he dries his hair?”, Jake asked quietly as he made his way to the common area of their dorm. Winking at his hyung, Niki headed to the room he shared with Sunoo and plopped down on the bed next to him. “Ugh, today was exhausting”, the maknae groaned as he lay down alongside the older, “Do you feel wrecked too, hyung?” Sunoo nodded his hum coming out painfully hoarse. “Cuddles till dinner is ready?”, Niki smiled, resting his forehead against his hyung’s arm. Sunoo smiled wordlessly as he pulled the younger against his side, only to have the boy sit up. “Hyung, you forgot to dry your hair”, Niki frowned, “You’ll get our clothes wet if we cuddle.” – “Didn’t forget”, Sunoo breathed, “Didn’t feel like drying it because the blow drier is so loud and I’m too tired for that type of noise.” He really didn’t want to mention the splitting headache that made any loud noise unbearable and he didn’t have to. “Hang on, I’ll fetch a towel and we can just rub your hair dry, okay?”, Niki smiled, already walking off to the bathroom before he even got a reply.

Cuddling his dongsaeng had helped ease the chills a little and by the time they were called to dinner, Sunoo had almost dozed off. He sniffled into his sleeve as he trudged to the dinner table, quietly thanking his friends for the meal. Though he still didn’t have an appetite, the soup soothed his throat and warmed him up from the inside, so he managed to finish all of it this time. Sunoo weakly explained that he’d like to catch up on the sleep he had missed the previous night and headed right back to his room after they cleared the table. He only downed some medicine before curling up under his blanket, immediately drifting off.

Sunoo didn’t manage to stay asleep for long though. Fevers always left him restless and sharing a room with three other people, it was safe to say they didn’t get much sleep either. When their friend shot up from a nightmare, breaking into a painful cough, it took all of three seconds for Jungwon to turn on his reading lamp. Sunoo’s heart clenched as he realized he had woken someone else up and he desperately lifted his pillow to his face to try and muffle the noise. Tears spilled down his cheek when he felt the mattress dip and a hand appeared on his back. “You’re okay”, Sunghoon whispered, running his hand up and down his dongsaeng’s spine. While Sunoo struggled to catch his breath, Niki quickly fetched him some water.

After having a few sips of water, Sunoo was finally able to stop coughing but the tears still kept dripping from his chin. Crouching next to his friend’s bed, Jungwon hummed: “What’s wrong, hyung?” Sunoo choked on a sob and ended up muffling another cough into his pillow. “Jake-hyung is- he’s mad at me ‘cause- be-because I-“, he forced out between sobs. Patting the boy’s back, Sunghoon whispered: “Did you have a nightmare, sunshine?” The younger gave a pathetic nod, sniffling back more tears. “Did you and Jake-hyung fight?”, Niki asked quietly, “You’ve been kinda tense around each other today.” Sunoo gave another weak nod, admitting: “Hyung told me- he told me not to do something ‘cause I’d get sick. I- I got frustrated and- and I didn’t listen and now- and now I’m sick and he’s mad ‘cause I was- I was rude when he- when he meant well and was -was right.” – “Ssh, deep breath”, Sunghoon reminded as the other’s rambling got faster, “What I can promise you, is that Jake-hyung is not mad at you, sunshine. Yeah, he’s worried but he couldn’t be mad.” Jungwon and Niki quietly agreed with Sunghoon but Sunoo didn’t seem to fully believe them, so the older offered: “Let’s go and talk to hyung, yeah? You’ll see he isn’t mad.” – “He surely will be if we go and wake him up”, Sunoo rasped but his hyung had already pulled him to his feet.

Both Jay and Jake were up in an instant when the door to their room opened. It had probably been intuition because they knew their dongsaeng was feeling poorly. The moment Sunoo made eye contact with Jake in the dim light of Jay’s reading lamp, the younger broke into tears again. “Our sunshine thinks you’re mad at him, hyung”, Sunghoon whispered, wrapping his arm around Sunoo’s shoulders. Patting the spot next to him, Jake hummed: “Now, why would I be mad?” Sunoo stiffly sat down next to the Aussie and sniffled into the cuff of his sleeve. “I-I was rude last night and you- you were right”, the boy rasped, “I caught a cold like you- like you said I would.” – “I know you did”, Jake sighed, pulling the younger into a side hug, “Doesn’t mean I’m mad though.” – “You knew?”, Sunoo stammered, shocked because he had put in quite a bit of effort to hide it from his group. “Sunshine, how blind do you think we are?”, Jake asked softly, feeling his dongsaeng’s forehead, “We all knew. Pretty much from the moment you didn’t react to Niki’s teasing this morning, we could tell something wasn’t right. It’s okay. I get that it’s frustrating but I really only intended to watch out for you last night.” – “I know an’ I’m sorry”, Sunoo whimpered, resting his thumping head on his huyng’s shoulder.

“Gosh, you’re shivering”, Jake frowned, clicking his tongue, “Do you wanna stay here with me tonight? We can cuddle and maybe the chills will ease up soon.” Sunoo gave an exhausted nod while Jay slipped out of bed, whispering: “Do you want me to find some medicine before you go back to sleep?” – “Already took some but thank you hyung”, the younger breathed as he crawled under Jake’s blanket. Jay helped his dongsaeng’s get settled before leaving the room with Sunghoon. He walked the younger back to his room, telling the maknaes ‘goodnight’ too before collecting a cold washcloth from the bathroom. When he returned to his room, he gently cleaned the sweat and tears off of Sunoo’s flushed face and adjusted the heater in there room before getting back into bed for a few more hours of sleep.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #sick #sicktember2023 #sicktember 2023 #enhypen

[swabian-princess]

How to survive being sick

Hey girlies,

according to instagram and friends Germany seems to be struck by a wave of sickness.

Everyone and their momma is at home, coughing, sweating and if they’re really lucky even vomiting.

I am no expection, I’m sitting on my couch with laryngitis, unable to talk and with a fever. Love that for me.

I really thought that my immune system was getting better…well…apparently it’s not. I browsed the web, asked my boss and uncle (both doctors) for their best tips and tricks to a) survive this madness and b) build a stronger immune system.

Eat your vegetables and fruits. Please. I am begging you. Your body needs vitamins and minerals to stay strong and fight off all those nasty viruses and bacterias. If you don’t like eating veggies and fruit grow up then make or buy yourself a smoothie.

Drink enough. Water, lightly sweetened tea, chickenbroth or vegetablebroth – whatever keeps you going but your body needs liquid! Especially if you’re coughing – you need to drink even more so you’re body is able to get rid of all that disgusting mucus.

Inhale. Fill up a pot with hot water, dump a chamomile teabag into it, throw a towel over your head and inhale the steam. Clears your sinuses and is also good for your skin.

Make sure that you stay warm. Especially your feet.

If you’re dieting and sick – please change your calorie intake at least up to your maintenance calories. Your body needs those calories in those times.

I supplement vitamin C, vitamin B12 and vitamin D.

Sleep. I mean it. Try to sleep as much as you can. I am currently sleeping like 8-10hrs.

Selfcare. Try to stay updated if possible. Brush your teeth and your hair, wash your face and wear deodorant.

Change your toothbrush – you don’t want all those sick germs back in your mouth and possibly get sick again.

Fresh air. Go outside for 15 minutes if you can. If you’re not able sit in front of an open window.

I hope this helps!

S

#highsociety #hypergamy #high maintenance #hypergamous woman #baby heaux #heaux #heaux tips #high maintenance heaux #hypergamous mindset #health #leveled up mindset #leveling up journey #high class #hypergamyblr #hyper feminine #hyperfemininity #trophy heaux #trophy wives

[boytransmission]

Idk if you would answer something personal like this but I thought I’d shoot my shot!

For background I’m 20, queer/enby and just starting to get into bdsm/kink this past year or two. I also prefer a submissive/brat role and your page has helped me a lot in feeling a community and understanding.

How did you learn about this side of yourself/explore it, have you found community that makes you feel validated in it and can share it with, and how do you work through shame if you experience that?

I hope you have the best day I appreciate you!

-🫀

Heyy howdy! i'm so happy to hear my little corner of tumblr has helped you out at all, that's really cool :) I don't feel super qualified to answer your questions, but i'll do my best under the cut

I learned about this side of myself very, very early on lol. I was extremely hypersexual as a child (didn't know what a sexuality was so i just fantasized about everyone) then got scared of myself from like 9-14 (came out as bi at 11, lesbian at 12), then got back to it as a highschooler (13: trans & bi; 15-18:gay ftm). I never got with anyone (didn't start screwing till i was 18), but i poked around 20th century queer art and history and photography (mostly from the u.s., and mostly gay male), and by the time i joined in on the grindr scene at 18 i had an idea of how i wanted to be thrown around. I explored it all in a pretty horrible, unhealthy way through grindr. I fell in love with a transfem who was my first for everything but was secretly using me as "the other man" the whole time, i was always too scared to actually deny sex to anyone who i wound up meeting in person which did a horrific number on my body, and i was obviously chased all over the map by cis male fetishists, and i got with several of them and dated one who was extremely... i don't know. Manipulative? Violent? It's more confusing than that. I was having sex as an addict running away from my real life issues and emotional struggles, and i fucked myself over so much worse than any one hookup or short-term relationship possibly could've. I realized i needed to cut it all off, and i did, and it forced me to seriously think about where i stand sexually. I was right when i was a kid- i'm a dyke. As imaginitive as i was when i was younger, i haven't been 'hypersexual' since i was maybe 13, and i am definitely demisexual. The trauma i experienced from august 2022 to july 2023 has caused extremely intense bouts of sex-repulsion fluctuating against sex addiction which has been... tough. But with all that said, coming back to my dyke roots and listening to my younger self and pursuing butchness and fagdyke bullshit has helped me heal so, so much. It was rough realizing that what i was doing was a twisted version of comphet, something i stupidly thought i was more or less immune to. This community and all the art and people and ideas that come out of it are so insanely incredible and touching to me. I've always been part of the trans community, but the trans dyke community is so much stronger together than the gay trans community was for reasons i don't know.

I currently live in a small town in florida with no nearby major cities, and even if there were, i can't afford a car (let alone gas or insurance) and i'm stuck at home when i'm not at work. It's miserable, and all those issues combined mean there's no community here for me to engage with, not queer and definitely not kinky. I've been wanting to move to a bigger city, and when i was visiting Seattle i got my first real ticket into a trans kink community that was so warm, welcome, open, and i was so, so floored and beyond happy i got to experience it, even if it was just one meet up at a cafe. Finding community in smaller areas is excruciating.... even if you take initiative to build it, it's likely there's no one actually There to join in.... i mope about it a lot. But online i feel like i have recently found a good circle of people/mutuals/etc to share in butch/dyke/trans sexuality and leather kinks and pretty much everything i've talked about on this blog, despite how badly it's lacking for me irl :,,)

Something that ties the two paragraphs together: i really don't struggle with shame in any bit of what i do or who i am, unless i'm going through a paranoid fit of sex-repulsion, in which case the only thing i'm really shameful about is having an online presence at all. Sometimes i get paranoid and scared off my ass that i'll never be separated from these fantasies and images, that i'll always be seen as a little, young fucktoy, or that i'm still in addiction and punishing myself and this is all self-harm when i know (in normal states) that it isn't.

Also sooooo glad you're a brat, isn't it so much fun? How am i not supposed to be a bit snarky from time to time and how am i not supposed to obsess over the punishments i'll get? It's always a win win i fucking love being a little piece of shit lollll

#anon #ask #trans nsft #bd/sm community #butch nsft #very vague trigger warnings for this it's just kind of upsetting in some areas

[incorrectinfinity]

I have been hinting at this for over a year now. Now it's finally here.

My full Timekeeper backstory

Buckle up mother fuckers

(ALSO REBLOGS ARE REALLY REALLY APPRECIATED THIS TOOK SO LONG)

Extra Info

Setting: around ~1940's time period technology and style wise, Croissant at this point has no idea what the TBD is but is a plane mechanic training on becoming a pilot. She lives in California (RIP/j) and is friends with Hero Cookie and has a crush on Sandwich Cookie (could be anyone else if you don't like the ship), they're all in their mid twenties. String Gummy Cookie doesn't even exist yet to the story btw.

Info you need to know: the Blessing of Time is what I call Timekeeper's yellow eye thing. You can get it if your eye gets vulnerable to the vacuum of time and you have Time's favor. If you don't you can get blinded (in some cases temporarily others not), spared, or lost to Time itself, think of that like being sucked in a black hole. Once you get Blessed once you cannot get Blessed again (if you get one eye only you can't get the other). The Blessing provides the ability to open time portals and do time blinks without tools. It's special abilities are immunity from time paradoxes and the ability to escape time pockets. Also if you learn it's power well enough you can learn how to stop aging, neat stuff. It affects other physical aspects like causing rapid hair growth or hair yellowing if there is prolonged exposure. Also you can see every timeline at once, which is a bit overwhelming, but you can learn to control and ignore it over time.

Time Infection is a symptom that occurs when a recent/open injury is exposed to a time vacuum. It hurts like hell but instantly seals the injury which can prevent blood loss. It looks like the thing on Ruler's face (or Timebreaker's arm). It has a small chance of spreading beyond the initial injury over time but it is incredibly rare.

Part 1: Croissant Cookie

Croissant was just living their life, building and repairing a variety of aircrafts, getting the hang of piloting controls when it happened.

Boredom.

Every day felt the same, nothing felt special. It was just day in, day out, time passing on as they moved along with it. Sometimes things would change up, like maybe Hero would visit and give them suggestions. Maybe they would go to Sandwich's shop after work. Maybe Cosmos Gear would spill oil on the ground and change up their routine a bit. But those joys and struggles merely made the feeling of monotony come back stronger.

It was agony.

Nothing mattered, even when they got their piloting license, it was just another thing prolonging the inevitable.

That is until Croissant tried something new. They used some of Hero's advice and ideas and changed them up a bit. Nothing special really, anyone could've done it. But it was *something* new.

It was barely anything, a simple pet project. A car that could move without the use of gas!

They finally decided to test it....

And found themself in 1972.

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Part 2: Something New

After realizing they had no idea what had happened, they calmly parked the car (which looked like nothing compared to the ones that they saw on the street around them), turned off the motor, and LOST THEIR MIND. Where were they!? What had happened!? Why did everything look so weird!?

After their crisis they decided to look for answers. They passed by a newspaper stand and found a clue, November 23rd 1972. Thirty years in the future. They bought the newspaper, which seemed awfully expensive, and tried to get some sort of clue of what was going on. None. They went back to their car and found it surrounded by strange people. They walked up to them, and immediately got arrested. Oops.

They were still just trying to grasp a sense of what the hell was going on when they were questioned. They were informed that they accidentally built a time machine, they were in the custody of a facility that prevented time anomalies called the TBD, and that they had a choice to make.

Go back to their life knowing what the TBD was and be under surveillance by them to be sure that their existence is kept secret.

Or join them as a mechanic, have access to their old life but keep the TBD secret all the same. But, if they do tell anyone the consequences would be more dire.

Old life of monotony or new life of excitement, it was barely even a choice.

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Part 3: The TBD

To say it was a learning curve would be one hell of an understatement. There were new guidelines, new people, new everything! If was overwhelming, stressful, scary, and the best moments of Croissant's life. With the unknown brought experience, with the people brought friendships, with the new brought exhilaration. Hero and Sandwich just thought they had a hell of a promotion, the kind of stuff that requires secrecy. Life was good.

After a few months they finally got a rhythm in their work, a sense of how the TBD operated. It was like a machine, the separate parts seem to make little sense, but when put together all were necessary.

They learned about history, past and future, they learned about the beginning, the Millennial Tree, the Great Dragon of the Future, a web of mystical beings that balanced the flow of time. The magic hidden in every day life!

Eventually they built up enough confidence to go back to their first time craft.

The "car" hadn't been touched in months, the poor thing had so much potential and now Croissant was ready to bring it there.

Their old pet project was coming back from the dead.

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Part 4: Rebuild

When they weren't at work they worked on their pet project. If they weren't doing that they were with Hero and/or Sandwich. There was so much excitement they could barely even sleep. There was always something exciting to get into, always something new!

But one day, something changed.

Sandwich had asked to talk to them, in private. She confessed that she'd developed feelings for them over time, and that even if they didn't end up together she wanted to be honest about how she felt. To say Croissant was excited wouldn't cover it. They said that they felt the same way, and their relationship grew from there.

Life continued on. Over time Croissant felt bad about keeping the truth from Sandwich, and finally asked upper management if they could tell her, and at this point Croissant had shown that they were an integral part of the TBD and a very trustworthy employee, so they agreed.

Sandwich obviously questioned this but eventually believed them after being shown some evidence. She had to adjust to it a bit but eventually she just kinda accepted it and agreed to keep the TBD hidden.

Croissant was still working hard on their own projects, after calling the time craft done they decided to move on to a more comfortable pair of goggles for the TBD employees to wear. An easier project than an entire time craft but still important! After prototyping and experimenting for a few weeks they finally had a working model, now it was just time to test it.

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Part 5: Blessed

The test went well!

Of course trying it out in a time void wasn't the only thing they had to do to make sure they worked well, but still! A working prototype was very handy. After another few weeks it was time for the final test.

It was just like normal, it worked well! And then it happened, a lense cracked.

Exposure.

They lost conscious immediately.

This was it, they were done. They were going to be ripped to shreds, spread across time, remain separated until the sun combusts, and be in conscious agony the entire time. Their hubris had finally caught up with them. Their endless desire for more in life brought about their end. Kind of poetic if you think-- wait they were alive.

Their auto emergency response in their aircraft turned on and brought them to their home timeline.

They woke up crashed in an empty field. At least they think they did. They couldn't tell. Not because they couldn't see, but because they could see everything.

Every possible outcome that could spawn from where they layed. Some where they had died, some where they got up immediately with nothing but a few injuries, some still where they were still unconscious, some where they looked incredibly different, and some where they weren't in the crash site at all. They stayed in that field for a long time, everything was happening and everything was visible. They saw beautiful things, horrible things, impossible things. All at once.

They had achieved the Blessing of Time.

As they remained there, they thought about a lot of things. How they got here, how everything in their life had been foreseen how most of those things have resulted from incredible luck or insane coincidences. About how their attempts of control were meaningless. About how their life was meaningless.

They don't know when they lost consciousness again.

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Part 6: New Normal

When they woke up they could see better They found themself in a TBD hospital, their time craft had set off an emergency beacon. Besides the Blessing, they only had minor physical injuries. Their craft was worse for wear but it still worked without much issue. Their exposed eye though, that's where things were strange.

Their brown iris turned yellow, their pupil was replaced with a swirl, their sclera was slightly red. Very much not normal. Croissant had to hide it, people would ask questions that they couldn't answer.

Hero would ask questions they couldn't answer.

The cookies at the TBD and Sandwich would be the only ones to know. It's for the best. They were given an eyepatch at the hospital, maybe they could make one of their own later.

When they were about to leave the hospital they were informed that they had been unconscious for three days, and nobody had been told where they were. Lovely.

They immediately went to go see Sandwich and explain what had happened. She had been understandably terrified when Croissant had been gone without a trace for three days, but she regained composure after Croissant explained what had happened. She still didn't fully understand what the Blessing meant or did, but to be fair nobody truly does. They told Hero that a stray bolt had shot out of an engine due to unregulated pressure and had hit them near enough to the eye that it'd mostly blinded it. He didn't ask many questions about the incident after.

Now it was about adjusting. They had two weeks off work (it was going to be a month but they cut it short themself) and they learned what affects the Blessing had on them. They felt constantly on edge, they sometimes lost control and had visions, they found it harder to sleep and eat, and overall it Wasn't Great. But after getting more and more used to it, they decided to test their new abilities.

It started with blinks, which they learned they could do on accident (they were walking in a hallway and then suddenly found themself on the roof). They figured out how to move certain distances and directions and soon they were barely even walking around their workshop. Then it was portals, not an accident. They had read about it many months ago and decided that there was no harm in trying it themself. They were harmed, of course.

It took longer to figure out than the blinks, but when they did they immediately lost consciousness, to add insult to injury it was barely even a portal, it was only around the size of a tennis ball. But they were ecstatic, they made a PORTAL. With their HAND. It was just another skill to learn and master.

All things considered, were ok. They took it slow. They were ready for things to go back to normal, and maybe they could. Hell, maybe even better than normal. They were alive against the odds, and they weren't letting their life go to waste.

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Part 7: Promotion

[Two months later]

It had been a relatively good month, nothing had gone catastrophically wrong so far which was a good sign! The only thing they noticed is that that their hair was starting to look pale, but they accounted that to general stress.

This was the first period of time they'd had in a while where things could be described as "good." They saw less visions, had less accidental blinks, and their ability to open portals was improving with every attempt! They also learned to balance their work life with their personal life for the first time, like, ever so that was pretty nice. They had good relationships with the people at the TBD and their friendship with Hero had never been stronger, they were even talking about moving in with Sandwich.

And then, like all things do, it changed. Not for the better, not even for the worse, but things did change.

The Director retired. Croissant hadn't known them well but she seemed nice, if a bit eccentric. She had done a good job despite barely being there which had to be worth something.

But now it was time to pick a new Director, and to their surprise, Croissant was a candidate.

Croissant had no idea how that even happened,* but they had apparently applied weeks ago and it was too late to back out according to HR. Well then, ok. Croissant barely payed attention to the election, it was no use worrying about.

And then they won it.

They were the Director now. Yet another learning curve to conquer. They had the promotion of a lifetime, the only promotion they didn't want. But it was far too late to back out now.

Their TBD friends seemed to act more timid around them, it hurt. Hopefully it wouldn't be like that for long. They wouldn't be someone to be afraid of, they'd just be a person like everyone else. Trying to do the right thing like they'd been doing for what felt like thousands of years now. It was overwhelming and stressful but it was just one more thing to help evade the endless pit of monotony they fell into oh so long ago.

After a few days they gained a sort of rhythm. A different rhythm than the one they had before, but it was something. Croissant's life had taken such a sudden left turn they were practically grasping at straws at this point. Every new day brought upon a mountain of paper work to sort through, it felt like there was no time for anything. The balance they'd built had been thrown off, but it wasn't anything they hadn't seen before. Croissant might've been a position they didn't feel qualified for, but that's how they felt when they began at the TBD. They were determined to succeed.

And they did.

Miraculously they did, they regained control. It felt easy, almost too easy, just a bit of patience and a lot of learning, but they did it. With their balance regained, Croissant finally got to work on improving the TBD.

First of all, don't kidnap potential employees. That seemed like a no brainer.

Secondly, and this saw some push back, start to be more honest about the existence of the TBD. Allow employees to tell those closest to them the truth if they wanted to. Of course it would be regulated, you needed permission, but maybe that would make the TBD feel less like a secret government organization and more like a place of safety regulation instead, less intimidating.

But Croissant wasn't the only one who got a promotion. Sandwich had been making strides with her sandwich shop and even started talking about multiple locations! But there was something she was hiding, something that she didn't even think would happen, but it did.

She had received investments, big ones. With them she could open a shop out of state, it was an opportunity she couldn't give up.

The catch was that as her business moved, she moved with it. She had to move.

And it was finally time to tell the truth.

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Part 8: The wave

Sandwich brought Croissant to the beach, somewhere beautiful. Somewhere neutral.

Sandwich told Croissant what had happened, most of which they already knew. They were as excited as Sandwich was, but then Sandwich confessed what she had kept from them. She had to leave, and she wanted to know if Croissant was willing to go with her, and they couldn't. Sandwich understood, but she also knew a romantic long distance was practically impossible for her.

Their romantic relationship was over.

And in the weeks that followed after Croissant lost their balance again. They began working more and more, ignoring other responsibilities. When Sandwich finally left, they said goodbye with Hero. In that moment, knowing that it was truly over, they felt a piece of them die.

They let work completely run their life. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, repeat. Sometimes they didn't even leave their office for days on end. Their hair became a pale yellow, it was longer than they'd ever had it before, but they didn't care enough to cut it. If Croissant couldn't take care of themself, they would take care of the TBD. That was their only priority. So they started working on something that could help them do it.

Months passed by, and at this point, the monotony that they had experienced so many years ago had began to creep back in. They barely left the TBD now, and someone had started getting especially worried.

.

Part 9: The inciting incident

Hero had been having it rough as of late. He had recently lost most of his arm forearm in a battle with Cyborg that nearly cost him his life, so he had to build a completely new one. He had to say goodbye to one of his closest friends, and his other friend... was in a "complicated headspace."

Hero Cookie hadn't even heard from Croissant in months. He had even heard from Sandwich that they hadn't responded to any of her telegraphs, which seemed especially strange. It was clear Croissant needed time to process, despite what they tried to tell him, but it had been a very long time. Croissant was the most reliable person he knew, the fact they'd ignored their friends for so long was concerning. So he decided to visit. He'd sent a letter saying when he'd come over, no response. Only more reason to go.

He arrived at their apartment and miraculously they were home, they never seemed to be home. The apartment itself had seen better days. There were papers everywhere, some with blueprints for machines that he could barely even process, others forgotten paperwork (that seemed pretty important). There were machine parts on the ground, like they'd dropped a box or something and didn't bother picking them up. And Croissant themself seemed undeniably... different.

Their hair was much longer than it was since he had last seen them, it was completely blonde, and instead of their classic braid it was held in two loose loops. And they answered the door without their eye covering. Hero had never seen anything like it, their iris was a golden color with a white swirl. Clearly not the result of a bolt.

They welcomed him in warmly, they didn't seem surprised to see him in the slightest. Hero thought that confirmed that they'd been purposely ignoring him and Sandwich's attempts of contacting them, Croissant was hiding from both of them.

They both sat on the couch and Croissant immediately began the small talk. Something felt off. They seemed almost too eager to lead the conversation, which seemed didn't really feel like something that would be out of the ordinary. It was something about how they talked that seemed almost scripted, like they'd been practicing. That was when Hero noticed the letter he sent on a table, completely unopened, barely even touched.

How did they know that he'd be there?

That's when he took control of the conversation.

Where had they been? Why were they ignoring their friends? What the hell happened to their eye? What were these blueprints? What was their secret job?

And after a long pause, they answered them all truthfully.

Working. They didn't matter. They were Blessed. A personal project. They were the director of the Time Balance Department.

That only left Hero with more questions than answers, so Croissant elaborated.

They had been lying to him for years, they were not a pilot or a mechanic in the traditional sense. They specialized in "time crafts," machines that can withstand the void of time and were powerful enough to open time portals. The Blessing was a side effect of eye exposure in a time vacuum, it could allow them to do a few special abilities, and they'd been lying about it for a long time. Their special project was a unique time craft that worked without having to use something similar to a traditional vehicle. When they showed him the final prototype it looked similar to a pair of scissors, just much larger.

It was at that moment Hero realized how desperately Croissant needed help. Time travel??? He practically refused it.

He shifted the conversation a bit towards how they were actually doing. If they were they eating, if they were sleeping, the last time they had talked to anyone, how often they were spending working on their project. This time Hero didn't get a relevant response. All he got was a short sentence.

"I'm leaving this timeline, and I'm not coming back."

They said it with venom in their voice, it went silent. They continued, they said that there was nothing left here for them but pain and boredom. Here was actually the only thing keeping them here, but he had apparently made his choice. There was nothing left here.

Hero couldn't react before they opened a portal.

They both stood in front of it, a swirling oval that lifted off of the ground, it seemed impossible, it was so flat it looked two dimensional. Croissant said their farewell, but as they stepped towards it Hero's instincts kicked in. His mechanical arm had multiple uses, and he had a hidden blaster in the wrist.

Croissant turned back right as the blast came toward them.

It hit dead in their good eye, and shot them through the portal with their scissors just as the portal closed. They were gone. Hero was alone in Croissant's apartment. Hero had just killed one of his closest friends.

What had just happened?

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Part 9.5: Sandwich Cookie

It had been a long day. As Sandwich got home from a business meeting they were greeted with a letter from Hero.

As she read through it, she found it harder and harder to process what the words said.

When she finally understood what it meant, it still felt unreal.

Then it hit. The understanding hit like a tsunami.

Croissant was dead, and Hero had killed them.

She collapsed on the floor in tears.

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Part 10: Timekeeper Cookie

Croissant woke up in a ticking void, if a void could have a floor. Their eye hurt like hell, it didn't even work. The noise of ticking clocks drilled into their ears. They thought about what had just happened while on the cold floor of the void as their injuries were slowly consumed by time infection. As they thought through the pain reality set in. This wasn't a normal time vacuum, it wasn't even a time pocket, time pockets don't make noise. Where were they? From what they could see it was... purpley. Oh what did it matter anyway? Nothing mattered. If they live, if they die it will all continue the same. The only people they had truly made an impact on were traitors, they'd known about this possibility for a long time. The possibility of Hero crossing the line and asking questions he doesn't want to know the answer to. They studied how that conversation could've gone over and over, but in the end they couldn't change the outcome. They were too afraid to look beyond it that possibility, the future was a mystery even to them. So now what? There's nothing left for them at their home timeline. Maybe it's a shame, or maybe it's an opportunity.

No oblivious old friends to meddle with things they don't understand. No need for relationships that end for unfortunate reasons. No responsibilities to manage. No taxes to pay. No people to please. No planes to crash. No innocents to fail.

All they had was the TBD and they knew it. They were painfully aware. They looked at their prototype from across the floor. As they did they saw other versions of themself in the same situation, sometimes there were people with them, sometimes they were in a different void, but all of them knew what they had left behind. And they all new the gift they had been given, the gift of a fresh start.

Croissant got up. Croissant. Hm. What use did that name serve now anyway? Croissant. It didn't describe them at all anymore. If this was going to be the mark of a new beginning, they might as well start there. Hmmmm, oh!

Timekeeper got up and limped over to their pride and joy. The thing that would get them out of here. The thing that would change their life forever. But before they could touch it, they heard something strange.

L̴͓̀ḯ̴̡͖v̷̞̗́̀ė̸̡̩,̸̭͖͝ ̸̱̭̉y̶̭̍͋ͅȏ̴̹u̸̙̜̓n̶̡̖̒g̶͉̔͝ ̸̭̓ò̷̡ń̷̙͚̚e̵̻̦̋

A voice had appeared from the ticking. A loud, booming voice that came from no where. It was hard to understand, and impossible to know where it came from, but Timekeeper understood what it was.

They were in the living breathing presence of Time** itself.

And as the ticking returned to its normal rhythm again, Timekeeper smiled. They had Time on their side. They had the most powerful time craft at their disposal, and they had a lot of fun to be had.

No more hesitation.

No more rules.

No more Croissant Cookie.

Timekeeper used their precious weavers, and got back to work.

*the previous Director was another Timekeeper Variant. They signed Croissant up for it themself. Timekeepers are the worst.

**Yes Time is a living thing in this universe, no it is not a cookie lmao. It has no real physical form besides a floating eye.

Oh and Hero's blaster is weak. Powerful enough to take out an eye, not powerful enough to take out a brain. Also by the end of the story Timekeeper had been working at the TBD for around seven years, ik it's not clear in the story but I am not writing seven years worth of character growth I am TIRED.

Ok: what just happened?

So basically Croissant was ruined mentally because of the break up. They gave up on trying to have any sort of healthy balance with their work and personal life. And once they got back into a cycle of just working, after a while it got boring again. The most exciting thing they have experienced because monotonous. That ruined them. They began trying their best to make it more interesting. Peeking into the future with their Blessing, blinking everywhere, learning how to float, and working on their own project: the Time Weavers. During this period they began realizing how small and insignificant their life was. They were having one hell of a terrible time.

After seeing the possibilities of Hero's visit, it terrified them. They began prepping for it weeks in advance, but it didn't do much. Most of the situation was out of their control anyways, besides one thing.

Turning back.

How does Clockmaker fit in this?

Clockmaker is a Timekeeper variant that emerged when Hero decided to actually use his brain and shot Croissant into a wall instead of the portal. They actually got help and learned to actually enjoy life. After a while they began to forgive Hero for taking out their eye and they rebuilt their friendship!

There are other endings where Croissant is shot through the portal but is actually found by Fire Sprit or Eternal Tree (a version of Millennial Tree me and my brother made a long time ago)

That's pretty much it, thank you SO much for reading. This is the longest thing I have ever written by FAR and I just wanna thank you for sticking with me through my spaghetti thoughts.

And for those who are curious:

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#infinity's cookie run lore #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #timekeeper cookie #🎀.txt

[balanceoflightanddark]

Why ATLA should be critiqued

If you’ve been following this blog, you’re probably aware that I’ve had more than a few criticisms of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Which seems absurd. This is a highly regarded, award winning show with memorable characters, moments, world building, music, action, animation, and voice acting. Anybody who’s watched it can agree with that. Why on earth would anybody want to pick holes in it?

And for the most part, I do agree. ATLA is a great show and I’m not trying to tear it down. Even with all my nitpicks it’s still pretty solid and for the most part holds up pretty well.

Which is why I’m criticizing it’s weak points.

See, I believe that no work should be immune to criticism. Otherwise when a highly regarded show is copied or inspires other works, there’s a chance that some of the…more questionable underlying themes go along for the ride. And there ARE a lot of stuff that is poorly handled that does keep this show from being perfect: the deification of Iroh, the brutality of the Fire Nation being downplayed, Azula being demonized by the narrative, some of the sexist undertones. They ARE there.

Thing is though...ATLA deserves it because it's that good.

Azula's character is still amazing despite her handling. There is criticism of sexism in Katara and Toph's arcs so when you do see them it stands out a lot more. The Fire Nation ultimately are the bad guys and it's flat out stated they need to reform. And Iroh...the seeds are planted there for him to be a stronger character that isn't coddled by the narrative.

ATLA laid out the tools for criticizing its own problems and shows how it can be better as a result. Unfortunately, the writers seem to forget these in subsequent installments (in particular the comics) where these problems become out of control cause they feel the source material is perfect.

If we want to know the franchise's issues and how it got cut off at the knees from being among the greats, we need to look at where the problems set in. Which in this case was the original series.

And criticism IS a sign of a healthy fanbase. We wouldn't dedicate this much time if we weren't fans of the show. Otherwise if everyone believed the same thing, the whole thing would be reduced to little more but an echo chamber with no room for critical thinking. Thus discussions become bland and the enthusiasm dies.

As good as ATLA is, it's begging to be critiqued like any other work. The tools are right there on the table, and it deserves more than to be worshipped as an icon.

#atla #atla meta #atla critical #atla comics critical #bryke critical

[homeofhousechickens]

kinda random, but ive been wondering on if chickens actually smell bad? people say that a lot about chickens from time to time but i have no basis if its true lol

There are a lot of reasons people believe chickens are stinky.

Their cecal poops can be very stinky but its influenced by their diet. They have a cecal poop about every 15 normal poops or so. It can be variable on the size, consistency, and smell depending on the birds diet.

Sometimes chickens can have wetter and stinkier poop depending on the ingredients of their feed. Oats cause very very wet poop, corn and grain by products can also cause runnier stinky poop. Meanwhile ingredients like barley makes poop more compact and more dry. Chickens on cheap feed tend to have worse poops then chickens on higher quality stuff. I think chick starter poops are extremely stinky and this is sometimes due to added fish meal which is good for protein for the growing babies.

Chickens kept in coops that arent cleaned often or runs that are on dirt can be smelly due to ammonia build up, but if you kept a dog in an outdoor kennel and didnt clean up after it, it would also smell bad. I think people sometimes dont realize that chickens need to be cleaned up after just like any other animal.

Poop smell can also be stronger if the bird is scared or nervous. Very common for people to pull out baby chicks out of the brooder and have them poop a stinky poo within a few minutes for example and thats just because the chick is a bit nervous from the environment change

Chickens also can get sick with something called cocciodosis which can cause runny stool and even bleeding due to damage in the intestines. Its very common for flocks to have subclinical levels of it and some people dont realize their birds are constantly sick with it because birds build up an immunity over time.

My chickens are very well taken care of and get their cages cleaned quite often and since they are on a high quality diet they just dont smell bad to me. My chicken room smells like hay and pine with a bit of an "animal" smell to it due to the meat birds since they poop a lot more then my other birds. My friends have said it smells a bit like alfalfa in here. My chickens dont cecal poop as often and it tends to be smaller, less runny, and not very smelly due to their diet.

Chickens themselves tend to smell like their feed and a powdery smell. Kind of like baby powder? I think chickens smell good i hold them and sniff them all the time.

Id say the reason why a lot of people find chickens stinky is just not knowing the impact certain feeds/foods can have on stool consistency and not having the best bedding/cleaning managment. One bedding type, pine shavings for example can work for one flock but not for another, just like pelleted bedding can work for some people but not others. A hot humid environment is going to need different managment then a dryer one.

#chicken smell

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Memes from Reddit 6/30/2023-7/7/2023

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#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #roleplay starters #rp starters #reddit

[hardlyunwise]

Humans are monstrous terrifying creatures from an aliens perspective

Physically resilient to the point if not needing most organs they are born with

Food they eat is harmful even to most creatures on their home planet, to the point that animals will die from consuming regular human dietary choices

Toxins that dont kill them outright will likely lead to building immunity or purging from their systems within days with no adverse affects

Harmful radiation from their close proximity star is more of a nuisance than anything, and they have machines that shoot powerful x-rays to image their skeletons with the intent of finding issues instead of causing them

Regularly able to survive direct hits from lightning, sometimes multiple times throughout their long lives

Climates that fluctuate to below the freezing point of the liquid that makes up 70% of their bodies and halfway to its boiling point are normal habitable ranges and need minimal gear to survive exposure, if any at all

Physical exertion and exhaustion causes them to become many times stronger in whatever they did, and delicate dextrous manipulation of objects and tools just seems to improve passively the more they handle things

Even unarmed and unarmored they are dangerous, and they are neither of those things 99% of the time

Humans are Krogans, Humans are monster's, Humans are the stuff that you don't want to learn is your first alien contact and I want to see a story from a species that's completely shocked by how invincible and awful humans seem to them, the culture disparity too would be great

#alien #humans #krogan #mass effect #pleaseimnotcrazythismakessenseright #writing ideas #alien contact