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#anyways at least the mints are good.
addoves · 6 months
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staring directly at my incoming homework assignment as i draw luke instead
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loki spent centuries learning physics, went through possibilities time and time again, even learning how to stop time. all for giving everyone a chance. all for his friends to live and be able to do what they want in life. and he will still end up alone for maybe the rest of time. and there is still one person unhappy because he is gone. because he wasn't able to choose loki.
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Coffee or tea? ^^
tea!!! noncaffeinated tea, my body can't handle much caffeine without deciding that it's time to push the anxiety button ;-;;;
coffee does smell SUPER good though
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annytheseal · 2 years
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oh fun ! what are you guys' thoughts on ice cream
#personally i like chocolate <- i am basic. but also mint chocolate chip is nice. mostly bc of the chocolate chips but still !#ohhhh and banana is rly nice. idk where i got it bc i've never seen it anywhere else but i love the taste of artificial banana for whatever#reason#and i had it w hot fudge. and it was delicious#OH but frozen yogurt is the best. yohgurt. however you spell it#it's rly expensive tho where i get it from but theres like a million toppings and you can mix a ton of flavors#oh oh oh and i used to get this rly good gelato after playing a soccer game. mainly when i won but yknow#sometimes you need gelato after a loss. it happens#anyways. i want ice cream now. although i actually had some yesterday which was what sparked this but. ANYWAY!!!#what i wanted to say was is grian okay :( i think heneeds some ice cream. to cheer him up#i'm giving him ice cream. and you too !! wait . are you lactose intolerant actually. maybe i should have thought abt that#before ranting about ice cream for . like a long time.#you know what !! who cares about lactose intolerance amiright. virtual ice cream can't hurt you !! i think#i hope so at least#🍨 🍨🍨🍨🍦🍦🍦🍦#<- it's a lot but. well i was just going to give one of each and you guys could decide who got which and then i was like. what if one of#you don't like soft serve. and then i just figured better safe than sorry yknow#but yeah btw grian if you want to like. vent in dms i am here ! i hope my silly little thoughts about ice cream cheered you up a bit ^.^
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goldicthehedgefox · 2 years
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I'm so excited for IS2, I've been waiting for this since Fungimist ended
I will be killing a lot of time in Crimson Solitaire, I assure you
#arknights#goldic's operations#Fungimist is the mode that helped me see that I DESPERATELY needed snipers and casters#and is also the mode that made me want to build Deepcolor and Mint (alongside other operators of course)#I've since achieved all of that and more- I'm so excited to test my new strength in the RNG dungeons of death#IS stands for Integrated Strategies for you people that don't play Arknights#it's a roguelike game mode that lets you tackle random stages with random operators you 'recruit' in it#you start with three operators from various recruitment tickets and 6 Hope to hire them with#Hope is what gets you your operators for the most part- how much an operator costs depends on their star count#3☆s and below cost 0 to recruit; 4☆s cost 2; 5☆s cost 4; and 6☆s cost 6#you also get access to special operators exclusive to this game mode! many of them cost 0 as well but not all of them#it's a game mode that encourages you to try out operators you haven't tried yet to see what you can do with them!#it's super fun! everyone should play it AT LEAST once; it's a fan favorite game mode for a reason yunno!#best part is: it costs 0 sanity to play AND you still get rewards when you die! it's a win/win/win!#as someone who loves experimenting with things like this: IS is an absolute dream of a game mode#I can use all those operators I built and haven't used! it's so good!#anyway I may or may not be streaming it later heheheheh#goldic rambles#why yes I AM so excited I can't sleep that's why I typed all this out
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senseiwu · 2 years
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My aunt took me down to Wollongong today :) we had a great time just hanging out and walking
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doctorwhoisadhd · 2 years
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HAPPY ONE YEAR INCINNIVERSARY TO MY BELOVED FRIDAYS REMINDER: WERE STILL DEAD LMAO!
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rubys-domain · 6 months
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i cannot even begin to express my disappointment at how chongyun's likeness is used as cover art for the combat event. i know it makes sense, but i don't like it.
#⇢₊˚⊹ 🩷∥ruby∥yo,ide yo !!#genshin spoilers#and at least for this first day of the event#the only reason he showed up was because xingqiu dragged him there#and obviously he's not gonna be a bitch about it#but he still didn't seem the least bit happy to be there the whole time#okay he's not outright sad or anything. but he's definitely not at his best either#i hope he gets to enjoy himself in the next day. because my god#today was kinda painful to play through ngl#obviously i want to see my main boy happy and having a good time#after he told us about his encounter with the weird maybe-a-spirit thing,i just wanted to give him a chair in the shade and maybe a popsicle#some mint jelly might even perk him up#since i'm talking about the event anyway,i'm just gonna say this here too#none of the event minigames are interesting to me#i haven't played the combat one. but quite frankly i don't need to#at this point i know that no matter what little variations they add,i'm still not gonna like it#the photo minigame is okay. other than walking around being kind of annoying#but they can only make a photo minigame so interesting so i'm still meh on it#i had the highest hopes for the dart one. but idk it just fell kinda flat for me#the dodoco minigame that lisa made is honestly way more fun to me than all three of these#i was really expecting some kind of riddle game. i know it's already part of the story,but#i expected smth like that guessing game in parade of providence. which i feel would've been more thematically fitting than the current ones#like... what does throwing darts have to do with poetry.......#i saw the previews in the livestream. i should've known it was going to be like this#rn i just hope that name-dropping chongyun in the livestream actually means that something interesting will happen with him as the focus#otherwise if he's just gonna stay like this the whole time,then i don't understand why hoyo would put him back in the banner for this event#who's gonna want to pull for him if he's not at the very least vibing in the story?#im still gonna pull for him regardless obviously. i need all his damn cons. but yk. i dont think this is doing much to endear him to anyone#maybe to other chongyun mains this is all copacetic and i should just be grateful that he gets to play a prominent role in an event at all#i just... hope the writers let him have a good time
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thevoidstaredback · 12 days
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It's always graveyards. Why is it always graveyards? They're creepy as hell and, well... that's it. On the bright side, the Protection Spirits watching the gates recognize him and realize the danger he's in. Well, maybe he wasn't in real danger because the Bats and Birds don't really do the whole purposefully harming civilians things, but they are scary as hell! Chasing him down like a bat straight outta hell- obviously he was gonna run! They cornered him! Maybe he'll invest in getting them lessons in how to interact with people in and out of costume?
Honestly, Nightwing, Danny expected better of you. At least Red Hood and Signal know how to treat innocents.
Here's the thing about Protection and Guardian Spirits, though. They don't like intruders. If you're running from something and you don't have time to ask permission to enter, you best say "thank you" and bring them shiny things on your next visit. If you do have time to ask permission, you ask permission. If they think you're a threat or rude, they won't let you enter whatever they're guarding.
"Thank you," Danny said as he slowed to a walk further into the graveyard, the sound of the gates slamming closed behind him confirmation that the Bat and his gaggle wouldn't be following him in.
Wasting no time, Danny pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket. It was a handy little thing he'd picked up during his stay in the House of Mysteries. Draw and door, tell it where you wanna go, open it, and go through! Beetlejuice style. Though, unlike what the Handbook for the Recently Deceased says, these doors won't actually open a door to the afterlife. He fixed that tiny glitch a while ago.
Anyway, a quick few chalk lines on the side of a mausoleum later, and Danny was opening a door to Fawcett, Philadelphia. Probably not the best choice, considering that he was trying to stay away from the Justice League, but it's better than Metropolis.
"Whoa." Damn it! He should've stayed home. "What was that, mister?"
Danny made sure the door closed behind him, praying for strength. Why did he feel like several deities were laughing at him? "Hey, kid. Can you, um, maybe not say anything about that?"
The kid, short brown hair and a red jacket stood out the most to Danny for some reason, seemed very amused. "You're gonna have to buy my silence."
Again, Danny let out a quiet, long suffering sigh. "Coffee is so not worth it." Looking at the kid, he said, "Alright, fine. I was getting coffee anyway, I'll buy ya lunch. Know any good places?"
Grinning, the kid cheered, "Hell yeah! Follow me!"
Resigned, Danny followed after the kid, easily keeping pace. About a block later, he figured he should probably get the kid's name. "I'm Danny."
"Billy."
"No last name?"
"Fae rules, dude. What's your excuse?"
He had to give it to him. "Touché."
Another three blocks of walking, Billy finally stopped at a cafe. It was a quaint place with stained white brick and a dark grey roof. There were metal chairs and tables outside the building surrounded by a wrought iron fence. The table umbrellas and the awning over the black door were light blue, matching the curtains in the inside.
The inside walls were painted baby blue with a white ceiling and a pinewood floor. The tables and chairs were all stained black with light pink cushions and table cloths. The curtains, as observed before, were all baby blue, tied back with baby pink ribbons. The lights were barely yellow, giving the room a warm feel. The counters were white with black paneling on the outside and white granite as the tops.
"Welcome in," the young man at the register greeted with a smile, "What can I get you two started with today?"
Danny envied the man. He'd obviously not been doing this long enough to gain the veteran's shine to his eye. He turned to look at the menu after telling Billy to get whatever he wanted. A mistake he'll probably pay for. "I'd like a large Red Eye, equal parts coffee and espresso, with cinnamon, honey, chocolate syrup, mint, and vodka, please."
The 'newbie' light in the man's eyes dimmed a little bit. "Um, we don't carry vodka." Glad that's the only thing he's worried about. Priorities.
Danny clicked his tongue. "Oh, well, it was worth a shot. I'd like everything else, though, please. Mix it at your own discretion."
"Alright," he was very valiant to go back to grinning, "Anything else?"
Danny motioned for Billy and the kid stepped up. "Can I get a large mocha, three chocolate chip cookies, and two sandwiches?"
The blond entered the order. "Of course! That'll be $25.37." A quick card swipe from Danny. "Thank you very much, we'll have your order out to you soon!"
The two didn't say a word as they chose a table in the corner. Danny let Billy take the seat that was open to the rest of the cafe so he wouldn't feel cornered. He had a good view of the door, though, so he wasn't complaining.
"So, how'd you do that?" Billy asked after they'd gotten their orders.
"How'd I do what?" Danny sipped his drink.
"How'd you walk outta that wall? It's solid!"
"Magic."
"I guessed that much."
"Then why'd you ask?"
"Will you teach me?"
"No."
"You didn't even think about it!"
"Okay," He paused. "No."
"Not fair." he pouted.
Putting his drink on the table, Danny summed as much fake-it-till-you-make-it energy as he could. "Magic isn't a toy and takes years of practice to get a handle on, not to mention you have to actually have an aptitude for it before you can even try. Besides, I don't know you nearly well enough to trust you with anything else."
Billy finished the cookie he was eating. "I can do it! You just gotta teach me!"
Another sigh that Danny had stopped counting. "Look, you seem like a good kid, but I'm not gonna teach you magic."
"Why not!"
"However," he continued, ignoring the demand, "I'm not gonna leave ya fully defenselessness."
"What do you mean?" Billy backed away slightly, his eyes narrowing as he moved to be able to run quickly.
Another sip. "Based off of the dirt you're covered in, the grease in your hair, and the overall poor condition of your clothes, I'm gonna bet that you're a street kid. So," he pulled a small card from his pocket, very aware that Billy was watching his hand aptly, "I'm going to leave you with this."
Slowly, the brunet took it and turned it over. "What it is?"
The white card had the initials DP in the middle, circled by an Ouroboros. The initials were completely solid, but the snake of the Ouroboros was made up of tiny runes of protection and health and healing and good fortune.
"My calling card. If you're ever in danger, hold that to your chest and ask for help. I'll be there."
Still obviously suspicious, Billy took a moment to scrutinize the card. It was cute to watch the kid act like he knew what he was looking at or for. When he seemed satisfied, he shoved the card into the inner pocket sewn into his jacket. "Thanks."
"No problem, kid," Pulling out his phone, Danny saw the time and stood, "I've gotta go now. I assume I've sufficiently bought your silence on the whole magic thing?"
Billy grinned, "I guess, but you gotta come visit me, okay?"
He chuckled, "Sure thing. See ya."
Part 2 Part 4
(I don't drink coffee, so Idk how that shit works)
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wonwayne · 4 months
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how enha takes care of you ☁️
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pairing : ot7 x gn!reader genre : fluff, comfort, humor warnings : mentions of food word count : 1k
a/n : requested by anon! kind of kicked it off with this hee drabble but had so much fun writing for all the members. for today’s purposes, let’s keep y/n sick and alone in their apartment 🫶
💭 heeseung
my little philosophy is that significant others can be two types of caregivers — one actively tries to treat your illness, the other is emotional support
each has their own merit ofc
but hee is miraculously both
sincerely believes he can rizz you to health
he’s being a bit selfish, he worries, for making you smile all the time
because it heals him more than it heals you
but he makes up for it by making sure you eat like a king (for all three meals a day!) until you feel better
also cuddles with you in bed to keep you warm
if whatever you have is contagious, he is definitely getting it
last but certainly not least: he sings to you. acoustic covers + snippets of his self-produced music, you’re getting it all 😌
almost makes you wish you were sick more often
💭 jay
arrives at your place with like fifty grocery bags (okay maybe not fifty, but… a lot)
big believer in sleep as the best medicine so he lets you be for the most part
but as soon as you wake up and come down to the living room
say hello to a FEAST
literally no room left on the dining table and he’s still doing something in the kitchen????
“jay i can’t… consume all of this” “don’t worry, eat as much as you want for now and i’ll put the leftovers in the fridge”
at this point what is there left to say except “can you just be my husband already”
you’re about to dig in and suddenly he’s standing over you giving you the death stare
“... did i… do something wrong?” “seriously?” your heart stops before he goes, “what happened to my thank you kiss?”
UGH he’s such a softie
💭 jake
is worried SICK and cannot hide it
refuses to leave your bedroom once he first enters it unless absolutely necessary — must stay by your side at all times !!
not the most experienced but the effort is very much there
“should we take the medicine together? would that be easier?” and you KNOW he hates taking medicine
“babe why would you take nyquil. you don’t have a cold.” “idk it can’t hurt can it?” it very much can (don’t do this kids)
he drinks it with you anyway (clinks the medicine cups and says “cheers!”… what are you going to do with this man) and tries his best to fight the drowsiness
ends up dozing with his head on your lap, kneeling by the bed
peak puppy position i tell you PEAK
💭 sunghoon
what matters is not so much how he takes care of you but how he looks so good while taking care of you: simple white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up just to the elbows, hair slicked back a little from washing his face, setting damp towels on your forehead and his forearm veins emerging as he wrings them… help me
it’s the wuthering heights bedridden cathy victorian era aesthetic okay
speaking of books why do i get the feeling that sunghoon would read to you
or simply talk to you about his day or childhood memories or anything to keep you comfortable and entertained
idk i feel like he’d want to remind you of his presence in a “i’m here for you” type of way but without being intrusive… is not at all offended when you fall asleep to his voice
don’t you just love when sunghoon.
💭 sunoo
i have one very specific idea for sunoo and i’m kinda obsessed with it
MINT. TEA. (if you know you know… mint tea is the sinus relief GOD)
and ofc as our resident mint choco lover, how could he not
“baby i made something for you!” you peer into the mug and you’re like 🤨 “you didn’t add chocolate syrup to this did you” “wtf i’m not a monster why would i do that??”
his discography and food preferences beg to differ but he truly does give you pure, steaming mint tea
it is so perfect i promise you will fall in love with him all over again
mint aside we all know this man is a human vitamin like i cannot imagine you staying sick for long
no need to binge tv (it makes your head hurt more anyway), just have sunoo spill all the drama to you for seven hours straight and you’ll be good to go
💭 jungwon
makes you wonder, did this boy have a medical degree this entire time and just not tell me??
knows exactly which medications help with which symptoms, gives you all the immune boosting foods, pulls up with a weighted blanket and a heating pad and a plushie to hug— you’re getting the best sleep of your life no question about it
listens to you so well “i miss what it was like to breathe” “it’s frustrating, isn’t it? as soon as one nostril clears, the other fills up, and it never seems to end” “YES ohmy— [cough] god, yes, you get it :(”
at the same time i think won is the most likely to avoid skinship when you’re sick bc yeah that stuffy nose does not sound fun
is smart about it though; prepares a bubble bath for you and then sets up the heating pad and everything on your bed while you’re in the bath
becomes 143x touchier once you’re back to normal (“i missed squishing your cheeks” “i missed squishing your cheeks!”)
💭 niki
crashes at your place to make sure you’re having a good time
it’s either you watching him game or movie marathon together
you don’t say it but you are so inordinately grateful that he’s caring enough to chill with you on days like these, you know he’d rather do dates outside and play pranks on you every other hour, but he’s giving that up just for you
would share a tub of ice cream with you if you’re craving it, although he voices his concerns first “is it… right to eat cold stuff when you have a cold?” “it defrosts in my mouth don’t worry” “okay you do you”
basically a good old sleepover
every time he checks your temperature he sings his part in fever (he’s humorous like that)
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yanderestarangel · 7 months
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⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ✰ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯
☆ 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 | 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐔𝐄𝐈 ☆
⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ✰ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯
TW: smut, dick description, sucking balls, afab anatomy.
✰ 𝐁𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 ✰
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He has a 20-centimeter dick, with a wide length, two veins stand out on the member - one that starts in his groin, going down to the dick a little thinner, and a second vein, which pulsates and is visible when he stands on his side hard dick. It's a darker color than his skin, a tone down at least, a light brown, with the tip of the dick circular and a little darker too, reddish, it's also a little crooked to the right, little but not much visible. Bi Han's dick is a little different, his body temperature itself is a little colder, that is, his dick, even though it is hard and pulsating, is still a little cold, so when you fuck he leaves his dick inside your mouth or pussy, as it is more sensitive due to body temperature, the sensation is a little different, but you soon get used to it. He is more sensitive at the tip, so you can use vibrators or suck using special lubricants - his favorite are those with a mint sensation, he moans like a desperate little slut looking for the heat of your pussy -
BASE COLOR: #E2711D | STEM COLOR: #9B3D12 | COLOR OF THE TIP OF HIS DICK: #650D1B
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✰ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 ✰
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His dick is 22 centimeters, being a completely straight dick, he has a lot of veins, whether they are thicker or thinner - the thick ones are more prominent because they are practically purple, you can see and feel the blood pulsing and circulating over his member. Tomas, it's a very pleasant feeling to give him a handjob - making his dick even fatter and thicker. The color of his dick is a lighter cream, practically vanilla, the designs on his member are like a pattern, going all the way to the tip which is a little more V-shaped, meaning he can easily hit your lap. uterus - the tip of his dick is a light pink, with small variations at the edge, going to a more vibrant pink, with the middle of his dick going to a very light pink before reaching the tip. Tomas is sensitive to the entire dick, regardless of tip or base, he will come quickly anyway, if he becomes overstimulated he will lose control of the smoke magic, and a thin, dark aura will begin to surround his body, especially when you ride his dick in "cowgirl" position.
BASE COLOR: #FACBEA | STEM COLOR: #FFE4D6 | COLOR OF THE TIP OF HIS DICK: #E966A0
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✰ 𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆 ✰
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He has an 18 centimeter dick, but his dick is thicker, that is, he can fill you completely, his dick has few or almost no visible veins, but the few he has are very thin, with an extremely hot blood flow , his dick itself is much hotter than most men's. His dick has a light woody color, with a slightly lighter base, going with a light brown gradient and a strong red at the tip of his dick, his dick is also crooked to the left, very crooked, but that's it. It also helps to reach the right spots on your pussy. He is sensitive at the base, but specifically in the balls, which are also extremely soft and warm, he likes to see you massaging his balls or even having you suck them while he jerks off, looking at you there, underneath him using With your tongue, his dick heats up in your holes, especially if he's close to cumming, that is, it's an extremely good feeling, making you squirt on his dick.
BASE COLOR: #FFBD40 | STEM COLOR: #C47E38 | COLOR OF THE TIP OF HIS DICK: #DF0000
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wynnyfryd · 3 months
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Plot Holes
written for the @steddiemicrofic January prompt: ‘hole,’ 404 words | rated T | cw/tags: post S4, time skips, references to canon character death, ambiguous ending
“Shit’s been… weird, since the gates opened,” Steve says, looking down at his wrist watch. 8:04 PM. “Like… jumpy or something? Right? Robin?”
He looks up. Robin’s gone. The sun is high in the east, dropping morning kisses over dewy lush green leaves, and when Steve looks down at his watch again his sneakers are different. New. He scuffs the toe of one against the curb, watches it change in real time. Time’s all fucked up ever since that fourth chime sounded — got shredded just like the town itself; doesn’t work right anymore, and now it’s 9:17 it’s 6:35 it’s 11:02 and Steve is older, younger, older again.
Nancy’s gone and then she isn’t.
The kids are there and then they’re not kids.
Steve sighs, starts walking toward the center of town. They’ve been calling them “plot holes,” these glitchy time skips, like the universe has the hiccups. Well, Dustin’s been calling them that, anyway. It’s hard to see him now. Hard to see anyone, really, when they keep getting ping-ponged through space-time in uncoordinated bursts.
The last time Steve and Dustin’s plot holes crossed paths was two weeks ago in the summer of 1985. They’d spent the afternoon eating ice cream at Scoops: Steve in his silly sailor suit, Dustin shifting from age fourteen to forty-five as they mixed up the worst flavor combos they could think of. They’d gotten one good hug in, one really solid squeeze, and then the kid had disappeared mid-bite of a chocolate-banana-mint-bubblegum sundae.
At least there’s Eddie.
Steve spots him now at the end of the road. Hopes he makes it to him before he gets sent somewhere else again. He’s been trying to reach him for four decades, give or take.
Because Eddie doesn’t jump. Eddie’s exempt from the nightmare of atoms flung at random across the trampoline of time and space, because Eddie isn’t even supposed to be here. Shouldn’t still be alive — Steve watched Dustin cry over his body; all that blood, so much blood, and maybe Eddie isn’t here. Maybe he’s a figment of Steve’s fractured imagination, some lighthouse beacon Steve invented while he’s been drowning out at sea.
But it doesn’t feel that way. It feels real, feels like one good squeeze when Eddie waves him on, beaming and cheering “you can do it, Stevie, come on!”
Steve reaches out his hand and knows he’ll make it there this time.
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deesblanketfort · 2 months
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Sick and regressed ☆´ˎ˗ ︶︶︶ 
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Well, while I'm writting this I'm bedridden (likely with covid), and for some reason I really want to spend my sick days regressed and take something good out of it at least.
Getting comfy!
🧦: Pajamas time! Is there anything more regressor-coded than cozy printed pajamas, an animal kigurumi or onesie? I'd say no. And since I'm staying on bed, I'm surely wearing those all day long.
🛏️: Bed setup! When you're bedridden, a bed table ends up being really useful in case you want to do stuff that requires a flat surface. If you have one of those, lucky you! I, however had to improvise with a smooth wooden board standing on my lap, therefore any kind of long, resilient and flat surface can do the job just fine.
🧦: Blanket fort! Alternatively, if you're able to roam around your house or have someone to help, you can build a blanket fort over your bed or a comfy surface to stay in!
🛏️: Sick gear! Runny nose? Bring tissues. Got a fever? Make a cold damp towel for your forehead. Tummy aches or localized pain? Make a hot water compress. And make sure to keep track of the meds you're taking, of course.
🧦: Get your plushies! Since what I got is very contagious close contact with anyone is out of the table, but my stuffies are completely immune to sickness and ready to cuddle! (I'll have to wash them afterwards to disinfect them though)
Games and activities!
🎮: Viddy games! Either on computer, phone or a console (handheld preferred), videogames are perfectly stationary and don't require much movement from your part.
🖍️: Table games! Table games are also stationary and can be played right from your bed if you have a bed table, although most games need other people to play with you, your plushies can serve this purpose.
🎮: Play pretend! Playing pretend can be limited when you're bedridden, but there are some scenarios you're perfectly able to do! Such as pretending you're a shop owner and your stuffies are the clients, pretending your stuffies are your doctors/nurses taking care of you, or vice versa. Things like tea parties and pretend schools are still on the table!
🖍️: Arts and crafts! Being sick won't stop me from wanting to draw and color, since I can do it from my bed anyways! Aside from drawing and coloring, I might as well do some collage and paper craft, just might need help to clean up afterwards.
🎮: Cartoon time! No better opportunity to (re)watch your favorite cartoons than when you're sick, bedridden and bored, right? And since this brings me comfort, here are some cartoon episodes that center on being sick: Bumpy and the Wise Old Wolfhound (Bluey), Steve Gets The Sniffles (Blues Clues), Bear Flu (We Bare Bears), Doctor Daisy M.D (Mickey Mouse Clubhouse), Arthur's Chicken Pox (Arthur)
Snack time!
🍼: Hot drinks! Specially if you're with a cold or a sore throat in general, hot drinks such as hot cocoa and tea are perfect for warming up an icky throat.
🧁: Spices for a sore throat! Like mint, honey, ginger and lemon. I'm sure there's plentiful of drinks you can make using these!
🍼: Give preference to healthy snacks and meals! Like fruits and veggies, yogurt, noodles, soup or sandwiches. Bonus points if they're arranged in a fun shape (animal, plant, star, etc)!
🧁: Keep your appetite in check! It's pretty common to lose your appetite when sick, therefore I'd say it's ideal to keep your meals smaller (and sometimes eat more often) than usual.
Taking care of yourself!
🧸: Stay hydrated! Water is always good, and if you're sick you likely need it more than usual, drinking from sippy cups, baby bottles, straw cups or any kind of fun themed cup is usually more fun and encouraging than boring adult cups.
🧶: Keep your temperature in check as well! Besides from checking if you have a fever ever so often, it's also good to keep yourself warm with blankets and heating if your body feels cold, or alternatively, turning on fans and using lighter sheets instead of blankets if you're too hot.
🧸: Beware the germs! If you got a contagious disease (like me), make sure to properly wash and disinfect anything you bring to your mouth such as pacis, teethers, bottles and cutlery before and after using them. Plus, it's important to wear a mask or ask others to wear a mask when near you as well.
🧶: Resting is key! Some of these days I'm too tired to do anything above, and I'd rather just nap the whole day, and that's okay! Sometimes being sick means not being able to do anything at all and it's important to have your extended napping time to get better.
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Douma/Doma with a pregnant S/O - SFW+NSFW Headcanons
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This was requested just after the Akaza version of these headcanons was posted - which you can find HERE - and @alastor96​ requested a Douma/Doma version (´∀`•)
Obviously Minors DNI 
So! Without further ado, here are some headcanons for Douma/Doma with a pregnant S/O (^○^.) I hope you enjoy! 
SFW:
Genuinely thinks your joking when you tell him your pregnant - “That’s nice dear!” He says with a chirp while continuing his activity (pruning)
It takes two days for it to click that your not joking....
Douma pauses, mid-sermon, eyes blinking owlishly as the gears turn in his head before leaving to find you
Listen sometimes he’s smart and sometimes he’s downright stupid
Very apologetic and very excited!
Quickly becomes one of those men who brags about their S/O and baby
Literally manages to bring you up in conversations every single time he’s talking to someone (and no, they can’t escape)
Whenever there’s a Upper moon meeting Douma will absolutely whine and whinge about having to leave your side - “I want my wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifeeeee,” He whines (pathetically) “ I need to be with my wife and baaaaaabbbby”
Everyone gets sick of hearing him - especially akaza with his equally as pregnant wife (half the time he just ups and leaves anyway) - but they usually put up with it....kinda?
Becomes protective 
Like, SUPER protective - still threatens people sweetly with honeyed words and a saccharine smile if he thinks there too close to you but this time its more feral? politely feral??
He’s not above growling at a person 
“Maybe I should get you a guard dog?” - you don’t know if he means a actual dog or something else and you don’t bother asking cause you just say no and having to deal with his whining as he follows you around trying to convince you that you need one
You have to have at least THREE cult members with you if Douma can’t be - only the strongest members get picked of course - for protection and so you don’t have to lift a finger
When he’s with you Douma is a hover - standing as close by as possible with a new found worry about you, the baby and your body
Everything that could be a hazard to you and the baby gets removed.... very quickly...
All of your cravings are met with ease as Douma makes sure that whatever your wanting gets made - with a taste test from him to make sure that its okay to consume (you once made him cry with how spicey you wanted something)
But Douma will also make sure that your eating a balanced diet that keeps you (and the baby) healthy and happy
Also makes sure that you drink things that are good and keep you hydrated - lots of floral + herbal teas such as chamomile, lavender, ginger and mint greentea
decked out the bed with loads of blankets and pillows so your always comfy - literally went out and found the comfiest and softest materials and brought them home like a penguin bringing rocks for the nest  
Has to be the big spoon when sleeping with his hands cradling your tummy - yes, he has woken up to you shifting and moved you back into position and no, you don’t wake up since you now sleep like the dead
This man has no names picked out 
Douma was genuinely gonna call the baby “Baby” or “Child 1″
Although he does go all-out with the baby’s room - it’s already filled with beautiful items, clothes and toys 
NSFW:
Douma always enjoys fucking you in front of the mirror and that still occurs - with great pleasure
Likes it when you lean and rely on him more
Your naked pregnant body leaning against his - back to his well muscled chest - as his fingers slip inside your plush pussy with ease, leaving your essence to drip onto the bed and coat your thighs
Your form ethereal - skin dewy, flushed and eyes lined with pretty tears
Of course, he’s alot more softer with you
ALOT more
He’s less likely to push your body past its limits like he’d usually do before you were pregnant - no pushing your legs to your ears with his dick bulling your pussy and making it kiss your womb
Vanilla sex is where its at (and he actually really enjoys it) although anal is still on the table....
Takes his time more, all slow + sensual as he purrs and mewls into your kisses - breath mingling together 
Enjoys sex while spooning 
Will make sure that you know just how much you make him horny with your pretty body 
Much like Akaza, Douma does accidentally overstimulate - although sometimes its not an accident and he just anted to bully you - you until tears prick your waterline and make your lashes dewy
Fingers and mouths your pussy til you whine and moan like a whore with your pussy making lewd squelches and gushes onto him
Leaves hickies + bites all on your shoulders, neck and chest (as usual) although this time he makes sure that their more obvious - make it obvious that your his and only his and that you are worthy enough of him
Mouths, nibbles and bites with precision 
Becomes a 100% more handsy with your breasts - loves feeling them spill out between his fingers as he squeezes 
Moans when you start lactating (lust filed hearts filling his eyes when it first happens) - your milk warm and sweet as he sucks and mouths at your sensitive nipples 
Starts to bully your nipples more, until their stiff + sensitive and milk drips out as you whimper
Douma had always enjoyed fucking you raw but now he can do it as much as possible - “Can’t get a pregnant person pregnant!” is his logic 
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Little Things (The Greedy Secondborn)
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characters: Mammon, GN!MC navigation: Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie content/warnings: little things you do for the brothers, out of love. fluff. established relationship (implied you are dating all seven brothers equally with the exception of mammon whom i love more) word count: 584 notes: Each brother has their own part, linked above. I am still my own editor and I loathe editing, so please forgive any mistakes!
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It’s no secret you baby Mammon. Even, and especially, when his brothers make his life a little more difficult with their sibling antics. It’s certainly lessened with you around, as any off-color comments are immediately met with a harsh glare and sometimes a short word of admonishment. 
But even you can only stand so much of his klepto tendencies. He’s good about your most precious things, for the most part. Once, when you were still new to the Devildom, the heirloom necklace you had been unceremoniously transported with went missing. It was the only piece of home you had left, aside from your clothes, and you weren’t proud of the breakdown you’d had when you’d discovered its absence. You were so caught in your grief, and anger at every one of your newly-minted demonic housemates, that you didn’t notice the absence of your guardian for nearly two full days. 
It was Asmo who returned your presently most prized possession; you’d been so relieved to have it back that you’d kissed both his cheeks through tears, uncaring of how it had returned to you and unaware of Mammon’s soulful eyes peering from around the doorframe of your bedroom. You had noticed he seemed out of sorts over the coming days, but chalked it up to his avoidant tsundere behavior. If you’d known back then he’d swiped it, in a moment of unawareness, gripped by his sin as he so often was, you might never have forgiven him. 
Your relationship had evolved since then, and you wouldn’t dream of being cross with him now, especially if you learned that he’d hunted for your necklace, shook up every fence he had connections to, levied a hefty charge on goldie with the curiosities dealer that ended up with it, and weathered the lecture from Lucifer as a result without a word, all to see it returned to you. 
He’d been much more careful with the things you held most dear since then. He’s more observant than anyone would give him credit for, especially regarding you, his shining jewel. But you knew that he was as much a victim to his sin as his brothers, and you had learned to cater to it, even if you didn’t know about his crusade for your necklace. 
Lucifer (at least partially at the behest of Diavolo, you presumed) had established an allowance for you. You, ever independent, picked up shifts at the local spots when you could to earn your own money, but you wouldn’t lie, having a little extra to keep up with the elite (which you could forget the brothers were, at times) was nice. It was also nice to have a couple extra grimm to stuff in a pocket, or a drawer, for Mammon to take when his fingers got a little sticky. He ended up spending at least some of it on you, anyways; a popup cafe, a second dessert at lunch, a trinket that reminded him of you. He would vehemently deny being so sentimental, but the twinkle in his eye when you graciously accepted whatever treat he gifted you and returned the favor with a kiss twice as sweet was enough evidence for you. 
If he knew you were purposefully leaving it in the same places every week, and never commented on the hit to your budget, he never mentioned it. You never said anything either, happy to make his life as easy as you could. It was no secret, after all, that you baby Mammon.
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jxckchxmpi0n · 8 months
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Sweet Romance
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Spiderman Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader
summary: you haven't had a date night in mouths, so Ethan decided to make it up to you with a peaceful night in the park.
word count: 1.6k
warnings: Angst, Fluff, cursing, mention of blood, mentions of nsfw
did not proof read || m.list
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You don't know how you got so lucky with him. His sweet chocolate brown eyes, his super curly hair. You look at him like he is a piece of art, and maybe because he is. The nights you couldn't sleep, finding him shirtless lying next to you, the outline of his back muscles casting shadows over the rest of his back. the moles that painted his pale skin.
The feeling of his lips on your body every day, even when he is messy and needy, he still knows how to look beautiful. How his hair will lay in different directions after waking up, the way his hands dance around your body, lightly touching yet roughly holding you.
He was your everything, and that's why it ruined you every night seeing him crawl through your window covered in blood, some nights he'd pass out before fully stepping into your room. Pulling him to your bed as his chest rose and fell slowly.
Your fingers danced on his body late some nights over every scar he had. tangled together in your sheets, you felt like crying. You don't want him to die. He means too much to you. You felt selfish as well, knowing how much he loves helping others.
"What if you stopped?" Your head rested on his bare chest, his eyes halfway shut from a long night. He could hear the fear in your voice as you spoke.
"Stopped?" he didn't want to argue tonight, not again this week. He untuked his arm from behind his head, turning so he hovered over you.
"Yeah, stopped. You know it's hard on me seeing you all bloody coming through the window. " Your eyes couldn't face his. The fear of crying was too strong. Your fingers traced a scar that laid under his collarbone, and his breath still hitches every time you touch him.
"Hey, y/n/n, look at me, love." his index and middle finger forced your chin up. his hand fully cupping the side of your face. "I know you want me to stop, but they need someone out there. They need me." his eyes were so big, looking between your own.
"I need you. I need you here in bed with me. I need you breathing, alive. I need you to not be beaten up into a pulp. " Your voice was shaking a little at the thought of seeing him like that again.
"I know, baby, i'm sorry. but i won't stop, at least not right now. " his voice was so soft, barely above a whisper, like his words were only meant for you. his fingers traced the outline of your features, pushing hair strains out of your eyes.
You couldn't speak, your voice would be too harsh, and he doesn't deserve that. closing your eyes, you nodded, his head fell down, falling to capture your lips. the sweet taste of your ChapStick mixed with the mint of the toothpaste. he didn't push hard. He just held your lips to his like it was the last because you both knew that some random kiss you share may well be the last.
A few weeks have passed since you've asked Ethan to stop. From there, he seemed to put some space between you two. At least during certain nights, you knew he had a rough night when you'd see him the next day, and he could barely stand without whining.
He didn't go to you the night he had it bad now, knowing how much it hurt you. He didn't know how to patch himself up right so you would fix the taped bandages anyway. Fewer words were said during the nighttime. He'd come and go and be back the next night. maybe you were right. Maybe he needed to stop because seeing how he couldn't hold you at night broke his heart.
He had an idea, though, a good one he hoped at least. It was no later than eight o'clock when a knock at your door echoed through. confused, you got up from the couch, Ethan's sweatshirt hugged your body. It was your favorite one, and he melted every time seeing you in it.
Peeking through the hole, you couldn't see much but flowers, a smile spread across your face. Opening the door, you saw Ethan holding your favorite flowers, an innocent smile laid on his face. When his eyes landed on you, his eyes rolled back, biting his lip as well as he saw you in his sweatshirt.
"What are these for?" Taking a few steps in, he leaned down, kissing the top of your head.
"These are for you, they're 'I miss you flowers' and 'I want to take you out flowers,' he smirked as he saw you blush.
"How thoughtful?" You turned, leaving him at the door. "I have other plans though Landry" he closed the door, taking quick pace steps to follow.
"And your plans are me," filling a vase he stood on the other side of the kitchen watching you. feeling his eyes scan your body. Oh, it's been a while since you've had him.
"Oh really." The flowers laid so neatly in the vase leaning in and smelling them, pollen filled your nose as the sweetness filled the room.
"Yes, and I want to take you out now." his arms went around your body, the warmth of his body poured into your back. "Come on, love." his lips brushed your ear as he whispered to you.
"Fine, but let me -" his arms tightened around you as you spoke, but his voice broke you up.
"No, don't change. go like this, I like seeing you in my clothes. " A chuckle came from your chest as you listened.
"Fine, I won't change," you faced him blush creeping on your face.
"Then let's get going," he pulled you by your arms towards the door. He was giggling like a little school boy. "I'll grab your shoes just head to the car." he pushed you out of the front door with an evil smile.
Ethan ran around your apartment looking for your shoes. Once he grabbed them, he ran out the door, swinging down the staircase. He landed near the car, causing you to jump. "Rah Ethan, you know I hate when you do that." he held his chest as he laughed. Apologizing, he kissed your head and helped you into the car.
"So first stop, we are going to go to the food trucks and get so much food." he looked between you and the road.
"Food trucks, huh?" The sky was dark, and the city was alive and bright with lights. You watched as different people filled the street, couples, families, laughing, smiling.
"Yes, because that's where we had our first date, you know." he parked the car, fully turning to look at you. The street light lit the car with a soft yellow hue, and fog started to roll in.
"I sure do remember." Your heart fluttered at how such a little sentence means the world to you.
He helped you out of the car and walked with his hand in yours. He knew he's been distant lately. Trying his best to give you the best night, that's all he wants.
"Listen, I'm sorry -" you looked at him with an intense stare, "I know I've been distant, and I know that it's been hard seeing me fight, but I just want to give you this night. Just to show you how much I love you, how much I adore you, how much I can't stand being away from you" he looked down at you with such love, his eyes melting into yours, his voice so soft and vulnerable.
Your eyes softened as you looked at him, you can't stay mad at him. He's trying, and that's what matters.
You couldn't speak your mind because what else is there to say besides, "I love you," a low whisper came from you.
He smiled. "And I love you so so much." His hands cupped both sides of your face, kissing your forehead, your nose, and then your lips.
Soft, slow, and smooth. That's what it felt like. His chapped lisps brushed yours as he held your head. His tongue danced on your lower lip, giggling as you broke the kiss.
For the rest of the night, you stopped at different food trucks, trying different foods, laughing smiling, and holding each other.
Hours had passed. It was just you and him in an empty skate park. He held your hands as you tried balancing on the board. "No, no, don't let me go," your laugh echoed in his ears.
"I promise I'm not." he took little steps guiding you around. "You are doing great love come on, let me let go"
Your eyes shot up at him, "Absolutely not!" You shared the same bright smile.
You messed around on the board for hours. You sat on it as his webs stuck to it, running around pulling you around.
"Ahh baby," he turned to sharp, making you hit a rock. Rolling off, you laid on the floor. He ran to you, worried he hurt you.
You were laughing, begging him to do it again. He huffed out a breath as he saw you weren't hurt.
"Come on, I think we should call it a night," he helped you up
"No no no this is too much fun!"
"Love, it's one am." The sky was dark yet light because of the city lights. Less people were around. The only ones left were you and Ethan. A few single people walking around.
"Fine, but I want you to stay. Stay with me tonight. " he shot his webs, grabbing the skateboard, holding your hand in this other.
"As you wish," he kissed your head and walked with you.
Your chest was light. Maybe after tonight, things will be different. Both of you realized the importance a simple night was for you.
Holding you again, feeling you tangled together in bed was something that he always looked forward to, and waking up next to you made him even more complete.
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