#and do more research on losing a limb

[eiraeths]

in the medically discharged soap au im working on i wanna make him have dysautonomia. like he loses his left leg below the knee thats gotta fuck with your ans somehow. plus i have dysautonomia and i think the way it interacts with the pns and sns would be cool to explore not cool but like good?? not good its bad but like i want to inflict pain and having a disorder that makes your autonomic nervous system suck paired with ptsd which makes your nervous system hyperactive theres gotta be something there. does this make sense? i probably need to write this down in a clear way before i actually implement it into the story

#and do more research on losing a limb #ive got the recovery time and general process written down for it #but none of the various complications that come with it #i will find a way to give soap dysautonomia #i think i could definitely give him oh and it work well as a complication #do you guys think i could text my cardiologist and neurologist and be like heyyy wanna give me a crash course for a fanfic #LOL #fuck im imaginging that now #they’re both late 20’s early 30’s they definitely know what fanfiction is #soap cod #john soap mactavish #soap call of duty #fic rambles #medically discharged soap au

[letosmauddib]

Difficult Arrangements

FEYD RAUTHA x Y/N reader - arranged marriage (she/ her pronouns)

18+ - please do not read/ interact if you are underage / uncomfortable

Warnings - Implied Smut, (It's on in part 2 <3 -), pregnancy mentions, arranged marriage factors, medical talk, speaking of breeding?

please interact! I love to see the feedback:)

PT.2 HERE-

“The best course of action might be a stimulant, something to engage her desire for more frequent intercourse?” She felt like the examination table was growing colder against her. She stared down at her socked feet, trying to keep herself away from the conversation the three men in the room were having regarding her desire to fucking her husband. Feyd stood next to her slumped form, growing increasingly annoyed with what he was deeming to be a ridiculous conversation.  “What have the endless tests you’ve been performing resulted in? Seemingly a waste of time..” He responded, annoyed at their uncertain responses and experimental solutions. “Na-Baron, Sir… the sake of the lineage needs to make sure the compatibility is there..it’s unfortunately not very simple to resolve with just practical medicine.” She glanced at his blank expression, his jaw clenched; “So what are you two doing to assist the issue?” “We have been researching natural ways to accelerate or increase the probability of pregnancy and we believe the stimulants in specific foods can help. Another practice has been proven to help as well..” The medic adjusted his stance, not seemingly wanting to speak on it further. Feyd was losing patience fast, “And it is?” “Making sure there is a willingness from the female to er- engage, and for her to accomplish climax during the ovulation period…”  Her brain felt like it could slip out of her head, three men discussing the logistics of her lack of orgasm and lack of pregnancy being connected. Her willingness to become impregnated with Feyd-Rautha’s child was being questioned. She sits across from dozens of scans and files on her body. Y/N blanked out the rest of the conversation, tired from her lack of sleep and her lack of breakfast. She had grown used to the schedule set by her husband and felt the effects of falling out of schedule.  As the discussion toned down, she felt herself unable to daze off. “No, she won’t be touched or examined by a man. I’ve stated this before and I am growing quite a disdain for these stupid statements..” He wasn’t being difficult due to interest in her lack of comfort, it was more his. Feyd was territorial with what he deemed to be ‘his’. Every male around understood they could lose a limb, or their lives if they attempted to touch her. Guards were extraordinarily careful, whilst noblemen and relatives acted as though she simply did not exist. “Na-Baron, her the Na-Baroness’  nurse and doctor are off-planet and won’t be back for at least a week.” “Then, the examination will happen in a week. I would strongly advise both of you to step out and get back to finding more helpful solutions.” Both medics excused themselves as they stepped out. Leaving them alone in the examination room. Feyd glanced over her form, his hand slipped to the back of her neck, fingers against her soft hair. “Even more quiet than usual mouse…”

She could feel the tears building but she couldn’t do it, “I-I’ve grown quite tired of these appointments.” She whispered. “I just wish I would just be pregnant..” Feyd wasn’t one to show much empathy or emotion since their courtship. He was quite a lunatic and had complete disregard for anyone and everything around him. But he noticed her defeat, 6 months of marriage attempts since their wedding, and no heir. She was raised to strive for motherhood and couldn’t seem to accomplish the part of becoming a mother. “I have to get back to training, let’s get you to the dining room for breakfast.” 

He walked next to her, keeping her at a close distance through their stride of the endless hallway. Her mind drifted off to how loving her parents were, how they held hands through walks and constantly embraced. She wasn’t sure how he would react to an attempt at affection. Although she craved the sweetness of a hug or a cuddle, she didn’t think to attempt anything. She slowed down to glance out the giant windows. She longed for soft grass fields and flowers to step through and lay in from her home world. Feyd could see her longing stare, he knew well that she wasn’t present in those silent moments.

They didn’t say a word to each other until they reached the dining room. The servants were setting up a big portioned breakfast. “I will be back after training, I want all of your portions eaten. I will be reported back to.” She nodded, not up for arguing with her husband today. Before she could step in, his strong arms pulled her in for a kiss. His lips were rough against hers, her hands instinctively reaching for his waist. Before it could deepen, he pulled away, allowing her to step back.  “I’ll be devouring you for a nice late breakfast after training. Be good for me pet.”  She nodded sheepishly, aware of his statement, and she approached her predetermined feast.

PT. 2 coming sooon

#feyd rautha #feyd x reader #feyd rautha harkonnen #dune pt 2 #feyd oneshot #austin butler #dune part two #dune #dune movie #smut imagine #imagine #one shot #drabble #fanfiction #fanfic

[snadom]

Dragon Injury Reference

[More like speculation than ‘reference,’ but i did research for this. I always recommend doing your own research, too]

WINGS [Specifically webbed/bat wings] - Wings are FULL of blood vessels, and will probably bleed a surprising amount if cut or punctured. These sorts of injuries heal can without much treatment, even if a large amount of the wing membrane is missing - Fractures of the wing should be splinted, and put into a wing wrap/sling - A dragon missing a wing wouldn’t be able to fly again, except with an extremely advanced prosthetic. Lots of small movements. Also having to get used to the weight difference -An aesthetic prosthetic could still be used to combat lopsided-ness, but would be bigger and more unwieldy than other sorts of prosthetics

MISSING LIMBS - A three-legged dragon would be able to walk and run normally, once they get used to the shifted centre of mass and balancing on only three legs - Arthritis IS more common because of the extra pressure on the remaining joints. Would be worse for heavier dragons - Wings could probably be used to balance/support body, if they’re large enough to touch the ground - Missing just the tip of the tail probably wouldn’t affect much, but larger portions WOULD as that’s a lot of body mass to suddenly lose - Tails also help with balance when running and steering when flying, so a dragon might trouble getting used to the difference

HORNS - Horns are have a core of bone covered with a sheath of keratin, and never shed. They are difference from antlers, which are pure bone and do shed. - The tip of a horn is solid keratin, and will not bleed. Could be sanded or filed down for aesthetic purposes, but otherwise not a big concern - Closer to the base WILL bleed, and should be treated accordingly. - Horns will regrow over several months or a year, but closer to the base they may not regrow at all. Deformation upon regrowing is also common

MISC - Some reptiles can get Metabolic Bone Disease [MBD] from lack of sunlight/uvb.  This causes the bones to weaken, which increases the likelihood of fractures and can make the legs/tail/spine crooked, among other things. In WoF specifically, I head-canon Rainwings, Leafwings, and Sandwings are susceptible to this. - Scales over a healed injury may be smaller and irregular. Also takes a little bit for the scales to grow back in the first place - running out of juice for this but. something something infection of whatever organ produces fire/breath weapon. Think that’d be neat.

#wof #wings of fire #dragon #The other day I was rping a dragon with a wing injury and realized I didn't know what that'd look like #so thats what this is about #made with wings of fire in mind but can be used as a general reference #tw injury #tw amputation

[heartfullofleeches]

Mad Scientist Darling + Frankenstein Dog Hybrid Yans - A recluse who's lost many companions over the decades. They haven't the time to shed a tear to the tragedy or the heart to do so either. Their main stick up over their loses was the lack of security to do their work without prying eyes and ears.

"We've seen you down at the cemetery again, Y/n." "Your science is a crime against God, Y/n." "Their body hadn't even frozen over before you took it." What headaches. They had fewer problems when their hounds were alive. Next to zero really with their loyal pets ready to snap at anyone who so much as raised their voice at their master. Sweet angels with their caretaker's safety at heart - god rest their souls. Unfortunately, after their deaths the scientist was unable to purchase more as they had been banned from all pet stores despite never using animals in their research before. Hypocrites.

They couldn't hire any human guards since they'd stab them in the back at the first sihn of greater opportunity. Alone in their study, the scientist had an epiphany. They could have the muscle and brawn of humans, and the loyalty of their hounds by simply merging the too. They weren't a genius for nothing.

A few trips to the local cemetery and morgue here. Some stitches and coding there. Sweat, tears, and more litters of blood than a person should legally be in possession of - and the scientist had their hounds back again. They were alot bigger and definitely more talkative, but they were still the same old loyal pets they once knew. There was one problem however. The hounds seemed to remember alot more of their pasts than intended - yet they never expressed any desire to return to them. The scientist was sure to bury all memories that didn't include them...

"You don't remember me, Y/n?.... We went to high school together and you were my date to prom until you stood me up. I was never able to get over you, and was hoping you'd be at the reunion."

"I was a reporter that followed you around for my big break... You let me stay the night once - after one of your dogs bit me. I kept the scarf you used to stop the blood."

"...It's none of your business..."

These....creatures. How could they have made such a mistake? This experiment turned out to be the greatest, yet most disastrous study of their time. Their pets kept the riff-raff away as instructed, but their mannerisms were - barbaric. Each would happy trot back up to their master's door with a torn limb in their mouth to trade for head pats and the scientists affection. They crowded the human's single bed and referred full rooms of their own. It wasn't uncommon for the scientist to be tackled by whomever was brave enough to encourage their frustration for a few seconds of lovestruck smothering. The loyalty of their hounds and whatever the humans held for them had warped into something truly twisted. The scientist no longer had to worry about outside threat for their security was more danger than any worry the paparazzi may bring

Crackpost under cut

Scientist Reader: Shake?

[Yan hounds shakes their hand]

Scientist Reader: Drop?

[Whining, the hound coughs up an eye into their hand]

Scientist Reader, scratching them behind the ear: Good puppy~ Now - go fetch with the others.

[Yan hound sprints off to continue mauling the screaming trespasser surrounded by the others]

-

[Scientist Reader stands in front of a counter as their hounds stand behind them attached to leashes - jaws snapping at the frightened cashier.]

Scientist Reader: Hello, Timothy. The last time I came in here- I specifically asked for no pickles. We won't have that problem again will we?"

-

Yan Hound #1: wahhh, master - they stole my arm so I couldn't hold your hand when we go out again since it's my turn.

Yan Hound #2, chewing one of their fingers: they're lying

Scientist Reader: It's alright. We'll go shopping for a new one later

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere oc #yandere harem #yandere hybrid #Franken-hounds

[cripplecharacters]

hey! I recently realized that one of my stories has a serious lack of physically disabled characters (one secondary character has a facial difference) and I'd love advice on what physical differences and disabilities are in more intense need of representation. I know one of my characters is going to be missing a limb, but idk whether they should be an amputee or just born that way, and what limb/ where it should be missing/if it should be underdeveloped or just totally gone. I want to know what type of limb differences are most underrepresented so I can do some research and see if I could feasibly add it to my character. I'd also like to hear some other general physical disorders and disabilities that need more rep (all physical differences need more rep but yk what I mean)

Most if not all of my characters are autistic/adhd or both, although it isn't mentioned (they're just like that because I as a person can't write neurotypical people)

Hello!

As mod Rot has said before, every disability is currently underrepresented (and those that seem represented are often, well, not getting the best rep to say the least). With that said, I do know what you mean, and there are some that are less represented than others.

For a missing limb specifically it might seem like it's "overrepresented", but in reality there's a ton of limb differences that I have absolutely never seen represented in any way, shape, or form. There's simply way more options than creatives ever consider.

The most common cause of acquired amputation is actually not represented much at all - diabetes. Almost all amputations in media are traumatic, but that's not necessarily how it is.

In most cases, the smaller the amputation the more common it is. A lot of characters in media have a shoulder amputation (with a prosthetic, of course), but that's probably the rarest possible one in real life. It's also worth mentioning that the fewer joints you have, the harder it is to use a prosthetic. A knee can change everything.

If they're missing a leg, consider giving them a mobility aid - connecting to the previous point, the higher someone's amputation is the higher the chance they will use them over a prosthetic, but anyone can use them.

Or, they can use both a prosthetic and a wheelchair/crutches at different times. Or they can use prosthetics with mobility aids, like a cane, crutches, or a rollator to help with balance!

Losing a leg is also incredibly more common than an arm, but in media it's the other way around for some reason.

Congenital limb difference of the not-full-amputation variety isn't seen much either, and it has more types than I could possibly list here, but I'll try; phocomelia, symbrachydactyly, micromelia, radial aplasia, ectrodactyly, tetraamelia, polysyndactyly... The only character that I know of with any of these has been made by my friend. Certainly not a popular thing to represent.

To go with the above, think about syndromes that cause limb differences! Some examples could be Ellis–Van Creveld syndrome, Otopalatodigital syndrome spectrum disorders, Pfeiffer syndrome, Joubert syndrome, or the VACTERL association. Or a thousand other things!

Limb loss due to cancer is also a thing! It also relates to a very specific kind of amputation, called rotationplasty, and it's when a person has their knee replaced with their ankle, and their foot is well, rotated. That's how important having a joint is.

Also I know that you said limb and not limbs, but remember that multiple amputations are a thing as well! For example bilateral above knee (often called BAKA), or quadruple amputation are greatly underrepresented :-)

As for non-limb loss underrepresented physical disability ideas, well, all of them, but just for the sake of some new ideas I will try to list ones that AFAIK haven't even been mentioned on the blog at all before (at least as of writing this).

CHARGE syndrome

Hyperthyroidism

Hypohidrotic ectodermal dysplasia

Hereditary trochlear nerve palsy

Harlequin-type Ichthyosis

Locked-in syndrome

Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease

Primordial dwarfism

Addison's disease

Duchenne muscular dystrophy

Apert syndrome

Charcot Marie Tooth disease

Usher syndrome

Nager syndrome (also, causes limb differences)

Peripheral Artery Disease

[links lead to very basic information pages]

These are just some ideas for disabilities that are 1) physical and 2) very underrepresented, some visible, some not - I hope it gives you some ideas for what to research for your character(s)! I tried to list both very common and rare ones :-)

You can also take a look at our #disabled character ideas tag, or posts like this (there's a lot of facial differences listed, mostly at the end) :-)

I hope this helps!

mod Sasza

#mod sasza #anonymous #disabled character ideas #limb differences

[basilf1res]

DP x DC Prompt - Zombie Jason

Jason didn’t know when it started, but when his left hand detached from his wrist the first time, it was safe to say he freaked out. What was worse was the patches of bruised skin slowly turning a rotting green.

It was chilling to look at, so he started wearing fingerless gloves that stretched beyond his wrists and covered enough of his hands to hide the decaying skin and flesh.

Perhaps the term “zombie” fit more than he thought. To add on, there was this pit in his stomach (not the pit madness, it had started to fade when his limbs started detaching, and was certainly silent now) that food never seemed to fill.

Deep down he was anxious that the hunger was for brains, but he knew that was just absurd.

He soon discovered he could completely remove his head, unscrewing it like a bottle cap on those cheap plastic water bottles.

Jason was starting to lose focus on the world around him, almost never during his vigilante work, but during everyday tasks. One time he was helping fix the bikes in the cave, replacing the worn down tires, when he spaced out. When Jason blinked, he was just sitting down at the dinner table, those already seated watching him carefully.

It made him feel sick, and he theorized he was dying again. So he started recording himself on tapes, logging how he was doing and the progress of the decay.

He started searching for a cure, something to hold him together.

He got more and more frenzied as the weeks flew by, similar to Tim on his sixth cup of daily coffee.

Jason started gathering things he owned, small trinkets and little gifts that he subtly placed around the manor. Alfred noticed the things first, seemingly oblivious to who was leaving them (he most definitely knew).

It hurt, but the gift giving made him happy, the rot wasn’t spreading as quickly if at all anymore! Jason was overjoyed. Spending time with his siblings made him feel all fuzzy inside, like someone took a phone and placed the vibration feature in the center his chest.

It wasn’t long before the rotting started to get worse again. Jason got into a fight with Bruce, he didn’t remember what it was about anymore, something about tests or reports on himself and his patrols around Crime Alley.

He threw his hand out to the side, a wide gesture of some kind when he felt the telltale sign of his left hand detaching from his wrist. The wretched squelching noise of the flesh tearing and the ‘schlop’ of the hand hitting the ground, splattering the cave floor with rusty reddish-brown blood. The birds and bats stared at the stump as Jason rushed to snatch up his hand, practically twisted the thing back in place.

Confessing that he believed he was dying again was the hardest thing in that moment. Jason told Bruce to fuck off, albeit wetly as his emotions refused to take a hike.

He left and the rest of the batfam begin researching relentlessly for some sort of cure. Dick, heartbroken over the ordeal, contacts Constantine.

“You need help with what?” The British magician dropped the cigarette he was twirling around his fingers to stare at Nightwing, Batman, Red Robin, and Red Hood. The last of the four standing off to the side, saying that he’ll be fine and he didn’t need magical medical help.

“Red Hood is starting to develop a skin condition where it appears he’s legitimately becoming a zombie, we need help finding some sort of medicine for him.” Nightwing states, stress pulling at his face.

John hums before turning to the man in question, “Take off your helmet.”

He was met with the sight of Jason’s face, but green patches covered his neck and jaw but no higher.

“Bloody hell…” Constantine muttered before reaching into his trench coat and pulling out a vial of Lazarus Water about the size of his pinky finger. “Do you know what this is?”

“Pit Water..?” Jason trailed off, the higher pitch at the end of his sentence making it sound like a question.

“Yes and no.” Constantine drawled, “This is purified ectoplasm, it’s been cleaned of any imprint or claim. It comes from the Infinite Realms.”

Batman grunted in a reply. “Hn.”

John rolled his eyes, “If I’m right, your decaying body should fix itself if you consume purified ectoplasm every week or so. If I’m wrong, the ectoplasm I have will not appeal to you and I’ll need to do some more digging.” Constantine’s attempt at being chipper fell short as he uncorked the vial and handed it over to Jason.

He stared at it, blankly looking at the shimmering, slightly metallic-looking liquid.

“We’ll go ahead, sniff it.” Constantine arched a brow that expressed he didn’t have time for this. “Drink it if it smells appealin- DON’T SWALLOW THE WHOLE BLOODY GLASS VIAL!!”

Jason had promptly done what he was told. To piss him off he just ate the whole thing - it wasn’t that but of a vial anyways - after a few moments he felt less brittle and fragile. He stuck his tongue out childishly. Snickering to himself silently.

Yeah. He could get used to the absence of the- hoLY FUCK WAS HE SINKING INTO THE CAVE FLOOR?!

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I’m kinda brain-dead right now, I’ve dropped a pre-written Christmas themed fic to shift my attention to Project GH05T.

Here’s a blurb of Zombie Jason needing ectoplasm in order to keep himself from falling apart - literally.

Good night y’all. I wrote a majority of this in my study hall. 💀

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #jason todd #zombie jason todd #jason todd is a zombie #this is a blurb #fic writing is hard #i need to go to bed #good night

[sam-winchesters-my-bf55]

Dean or Sam Winchester x reader that’s really touch starved/clingy

Touch starved

Sorry this took me so long to get to! I did both sam and dean!!

Dean:

starting off, I feel like dean wouldn't really mind, only because he really likes physical affection too, but just doesn't act on it

He would def act like it annoys him though, he doesn't want to lose that 'tough' exterior.

Will definitely warm to it though!

Finds it cute that your so affectionate this way, and it fills him with pride every time you come find him.

Here's some headcannons abt once he's warmed up to you:

110% his face anytime he's hugged or cuddled from you ^

It's not uncommon to be cuddled up to him on an uncomfy motel couch as you two watch Scooby-Doo

If you ever wake up in the middle of the night while cuddling with him, you'll find him cuddled up to you, almost protectively

Definitely hates waking up, and just pulls you by the waist when you try to get up so you can keep cuddling

Will only admit he likes to cuddle and be physically affectionate when he's tired or drunk off his ass-

Not surprisingly, he also doesn't mind the other little forms of physical affection, like holding hands, or just generally being pressed onto him like your glued together-

Once he's warmed up to it, you can't escape it, he's always hanging off if you pretty much

Being a hunter doesn't provide comfort, and he loves that he can find that comfort in your hugs and cuddles

Will 100% come find you and just throw you over his shoulder to cuddle with you, does not care what your doing.

Hugs you daily, but says he hates it.

He'll always act annoyed, but he secretly adores it when you practically hang off of him while he's doing something, important or not

I like to think that when you hold hands, he's the kind of guy to rub the back of your hand with his thumb

LOVES fiddling with your hands while he's reading something, makes him focus better

Is a suckler for cuddling, also because your so warm-

Most of these ones were about cuddling I'm sorry-

Sam:

More open to it in some ways then dean, but he takes WAAAAY longer than dean did to fully warm up to it

Bby is so nervous and scared that if he fully warms up to you, he's just gonna lose you like Jessica, so he doesn't really reciprocate that much...

But once he does... you better look out

Lives for just coming home from a long hunt and flopping down on top of you

Bby is a certified cuddle monster

He has dragged you from rooms on multiple occasions just to cuddle with you.

Loves when you try to hang off his arms like a koala.

OOH! Sam having such long limbs makes cuddling so much more relaxing, he's practically like a cocoon for you, ESPECIALLY if he's the big spoon!

I feel like he wouldn't really be that big on reciprocating your clinginess around other people or in public (whether you're on a hunt or not)

He does like to carry you on his back while looks for books though, and you do too tbh

Finds you absolutely adorable when your clingy, not that he doesn't all the time anyway, but it's Moreso then usual

Lots of tickle fights or little chomps from him while you guys cuddle, he just can't help himself!

Loves how you always wanna just be practically glued to him, makes him feel loved <3

When he's researching, your cuddles are the only thing that can make him take a break.

Pokes fun about how small you are compared to him when you cuddle, calls it cute that someone could be tiny like that.

LOVESLOVESLOVESLOVES hand holding and comparing hand sizes!!

Wearing one if his absolutely huge shirts or flannels is instant cuddles, use that to your advantage.

Likes to cuddle when he actually takes breaks from research, I mean REALLY likes cuddling

Is like dean where he loves cuddling with you cuz your warm asf-

#supernatural #spn x you #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x you #dean x reader

[dragonmurray]

Poisoned Truth

Loki x female reader

Triggers - smut, 18+, mild angst

Description - hydra had poisoned the team with a love drug. What will you do when you’re the only one without a lover?

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You were screwed. No two ways about it. Death was coming for you. The irony in that phrase.

A simple mission with the Avengers turned out to be a trap set by Hydra. Tony, Nat, Clint and you headed over to a warehouse thinking you would be collecting some valuable intel on the latest leader to step up in Hydra. It was too late when Tony detected the gas in the building, you were all infected.

The flight back in the jet was spent scanning, researching, testing everything possible to work out what they had poisoned you with, but 5 minutes in to the flight you were starting to realise.

Tony was desperate to get to Pepper, Nat to Bruce, and Clint to his wife. Desperate with need. Overwhelming, soul crushing need. From the little Tony could gather the Hydra drug would drive them to madness, boil them from the inside out unless they found their completion with the one they love.

Hydra were placing their bets on no Avenger being able to find true love. They would lose that bet, for the most part.

You however? Agent y/n l/n? You had no such love. Not that anyone knew anyway. You made it back to the tower, the others running to their loved ones for some life saving alone time. You slowly stumbled back to your room, a thin veil of sweat starting to cover your body. Alone.

You closed the door to your room and sank down to the floor. A weird kind of acceptance seeping in to your brain. So this is how it would end. Thwarted by the one enemy you could never defeat, love and orgasms. How poetic. You weren’t a virgin, you’d had your share of partners, but every one a disappointment. No man had ever taken the time to learn your body, to relish in your pleasure instead of their own. You’d never known pleasure from another.

An ache in your core starter and your mind drifted to the man you had dared to hope would have changed that. A secret hope he could never know of. He, a God, could never lower himself to the standards of a mortal. Sure you spent most of your free time together. Reading, playing tricks on each other to pass the time. You were one of the few to get him to open up and on some occasions, laugh. But he was also quick to tell you of his lineage, his power, his birthright.

You were just y/n. A basic mortal with some killer fighting skills. Nothing more.

A knock on your door had you jumping and groaning at the same time as the heat flared in your body.

“Agent?” Loki called “agent you need to let me in”

“Go away Loki, you can’t be near me. You can’t see this. It’s fine just go” you replied. Keeping your voice as flat as possible in the hope he wouldn’t care enough to stay.

“We both know that’s not true. I’ve seen, and heard the other return. I know something is very wrong now let me in” Loki sounded aggravated. So he wanted to know what happened, good for him, he can read about it later you thought.

Shivers were starting to run down your spine. His proximity not helping your situation. You may not be ready to admit your feelings for the god, but clearly your body knew. It was getting harder to form coherent thoughts so you didn’t bother to respond to him. Resting your head back on the door you closed your eyes as pain started to deep in to your limbs.

“Agent!” An urgent voice right in front of you. You open your eyes to see Loki knelt in front of you, his eyes taking in the sight of you. Dazed, hot, your breathing increased.

“How, how are you here Loki?” Tony restricted his magic in the compound while he earned his place in society.

“My dear y/n. If you think there is anywhere in the nine realms I couldn’t reach to get to you, you are so very mistaken” he reached a hand forward to cup your face.

“NO!” You shot up and tried to back across your room, anywhere to get some distance from him. His proximity was sending your body into overdrive. Your mind couldn’t comprehend his words. Was this the drug? Making you see and hear things? “Loki you can’t be here. The mission went wrong. Hydra, drugged us. It’s bad. I can’t… you can’t…” your eyes fluttered and your legs faltered as a wave of heat came from your core.

In a second Loki was beside you, catching you as you fell. You cried out as his body made contact with yours. Part pain, part desperate need. Loki couldn’t wait any longer, his palm touched your forehead and he dove in to your memories. A sigh escaped him as he realised why you were trying to escape him.

“Y/n, I am here. You have nothing to fear. It would be my honour to stay with you, foolish mortal” a smile tugged his lips “I will not stop until you are cured, and I can’t guarantee I will after that either”

Your eyes fluttered open as you tried to take in his words. “I…” that was all he allowed before his lips crashed in to yours. I’m an instant heat burned through you with the power of a thousand suns. No pain, just need and fulfilment. This is what you needed. He is what you needed.

A moan escaped your lips as fingers caress your scalp, tugging your head to align you more perfectly with his mouth. His sinful, achingly beautiful mouth. You could come apart right now. A tiny voice in the back of your barely functioning mind started to whisper dark thoughts, telling you this wouldn’t work. No one else has managed to pleasure you fully, you’re broken.

Loki couldn’t sense your hesitation. He needed to silence it. After months of yearning, never daring to risk their treasured friendship, he finally had you. Upon seeing the state of the other avengers on their return he knew he had to find you. He couldn’t lose you.

His mouth left yours and blazed a trail down your neck, stopping to nip and suck at your pulse point, pulling a ragged moan from your throat and silencing all voices in your head. Your fingers dove in to his hair and pulled him closer. Still half collapsed in to each other on the floor he picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and ground in to him as moans spilled from your lips. Loki intended to lay you on the bed but it was too much for him. He slammed you in to the wall, teeth latching on to your neck as his hand found your hardened nipple beneath your suit and rolled it between his thumb and finger.

You cried out, core tightening as you felt yourself close to cumming already. Gods how you wanted him, needed him. You had never felt like this before. He groaned as his hips rocked in to you. “Gods y/n, you feel perfect against me. I need to touch every part of you, taste all of you” with a wave of his hand your clothes melted from your body. “Perfection” he said as he looked down at you, still wrapped round his waist. Your head back and eyes closed in pure bliss. The pink tint to your skin brought him back to reality, he needed to save you.

His hands gripped you tightly as he spun round and placed you on the edge of the bed. With no time to think about your new position he dove between your thighs, mouth latching on to your clit and sucking hard. The force of it slammed in to your nerves and had you screaming out, back arched in pure pleasure. You had never felt anything close to this before, even from your own hands. His attack on your clit didn’t let up as he slid 2 fingers into your pussy, curling to find your spot and pumping relentlessly. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breath, not enough air in your lungs to even scream out as an orgasm ripped through your body with enough force to bend your backwards.

When you finally came down you gasped for air. Your foggy brain trying to work out what happened, how it happened. Blinking back to reality you looked down at Loki still sat between your legs looking at you with awe in his eyes.

“How… how did you do that? Is it the drug?” You asked.

He looked at you confused. “I’m unsure what you mean Y/n. Has no one done this to you before?”.

You shook your head. “Not like that, no one’s ever made me cum Loki” you looked away and started to try to cover yourself from embarrassment. He took your hands to stop you. As he did another wave of heat started to build, the drug wasn’t done with you yet. You whimpered and Loki realised your pain.

“Mortal men cannot comprehend the goddess that you are Agent. It seems you have been waiting for me for far too long…”. He climbed up your body, his hand sliding into your hair and…..

And I’m a really mean writer! Do I carry on?!

#loki laufeyson #loki #loki friggason #loki smut #loki odinson #loki x reader #loki god of mischief #smut #love potion

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Could I get a Hc for how the M6 would react to an Mc that has regeneration like an axolotl due to it being the fools body?

Like during the ending of the route or during a fight post route Mc loses a finger or an arm and as their recovering they notice it growing back and like a few weeks or a month later it's like they never lost it to begin with. Due to how they view themselves and the fools body making them look like how they ses themselves.

Similarly to how Lucio lost his arm so long ago his metal arm is just a part of him so when he took the fools body it come with the metal arm.

(Let me know if it's not a good Hc idea and I'll change it for a different one.)

The Arcana HCs: When MC can regenerate their limbs

Julian

His first thought is "I have to keep them away from Valdemar"

His second thought is more along the lines of a very intrigued medical scholar. He's dying to figure out exactly how this works - how does your body know what to form and where??

His third thought definitely bears his younger sister's influence, because it's the sleep-deprived, melodramatic theatre kid version of "twinsies!!!"

Yes, twinsies! Because now you're one of the only other people in the world who knows what it's like to have crazy regenerative abilities! (though, he gave his up, but still -)

Will chart the growth of the limb and regularly ask you if you got any new injuries that day (obviously he hopes the answer is no, but if it's yes he has multiple reasons to want to know now)

Occasionally thinks himself into an anxiety spiral worrying that he's treating you too much like a medical phenomenon and not enough like his beloved partner. A round of smooches will take care of that

Asra

Honestly? They're more relieved, than anything

He is uncomfortably aware of the level of responsibility he has for yoinking you back to this plane of existence and knowing that you have this safety net for physical injuries is very reassuring

That said, they're still very curious about just how far it goes (not that they'd ever try to find out)

May or may not add "lizard" to his list of pet names for you, because lizards are also cute and known for losing limbs and then regenerating them for self preservation reasons

May or may not study just enough of the magic involved to suggest trying to grow said limb to be ... different than the previous one. You could grow an arm of neon tentacles!

May or may not regularly use body paint to turn your slowly regenerating limb into some kind of illusion, like a large, funky looking hamster hanging onto your shoulder (with your permission)

They love you regardless of how many limbs you have

Nadia

To say that she is intrigued is an understatement. She is borderline obsessed with your slowly reappearing limb

Much of that has to do with her desire to provide for you and the duty she's given herself of making sure that you are taken care of

Plenty of that has to do with what an excellent excuse it is to initiate touch and general affection

But a good portion of that is because, while she can tell you're a unique case, it's the kind of ability that would do so much good if she could find a way to recreate it even a little bit

She's not going to ask you to do anything unreasonable, but she might suggest allowing lead researchers in the medical field to chart your progress and study it in case they find anything

On another note, she does love to make you feel and look your best. If you've lost an arm and your outfit has gloves, you'd best believe she's ordering a mini one for your tiny hand

Pulls out old baby jewelry to try on it while it's small

Muriel

He's not going to lie, he does find it just a little disturbing

He's not going to go as far as saying that it's unnatural (he knows of plenty of creatures who can do the same thing) but it's definitely not a normal thing for humans to do

It's far outweighed by his gratitude that you're able to heal from such difficult injuries to this extent. He likes your limbs :)

He's also terrified of accidentally ruining whatever unforeseen magical force is allowing your body to manifest itself back together

You're clearly already very good at losing limbs! He doesn't want to make you lose another one! What if it's like one of those budding flowers that's really sensitive to touch?

He doesn't want to find that out the hard way! What's he going to do if he reaches for your mini-hand and the rest of your mini-arm comes with it? Stick it back on??

The above freakout is happening on the inside. On the outside, he's avoiding that area of your body and being very protective of it

Portia

It goes without saying that she thinks this is pretty cool

First off, you lost a limb, which is badass by default, and now you're completely regrowing it on accident - that's amazing!

She does casually mention that she is curious about just how far your body can regenerate itself at one point, but that's just idle wondering unless it's something you want to look into too

Fascinated by your mini-limb while it's growing back

Comes up with a whole list of pet names for it (squishy, tiny, silly, mr peach, miss millie, The Growth ...) but she mostly sticks to referring to it as your baby

"Good morning MC! And good morning squishy! How's your baby growing?" (all this is said while she hands you your preferred morning beverage and rubs the affected limb like it's a belly)

Overall she's so adaptable that she kind of ... forgets that it's weird. At least, until someone else sees it for the first time

Then she'll tell them it's because her shrink ray missed

Lucio

Seriously?

No no no no no -- SERIOUSLY?!?!?

He's been living with a prosthetic limb (albeit a really cool one) for TWENTY YEARS NOW, and you just randomly start growing yours back just like that? JUST LIKE THAT?! NO!!!

He's not mad because he thinks you don't deserve it! You do deserve it! You saved the world without having to make a life full of criminal oopsies first, and you did it while you rehabilitated him!!

He's mad because even if he doesn't deserve it more than you do, he wants it more than you do! WHY DIDN'T THE ARCANA OFFER HIM HIS ARM BACK, HUH?!

(This is a very good point at which to tell him that you think the metal arm is attractive. He will quickly switch gears into crooning and flirting at you and rarely bring it up again)

He does often comment on its growth patterns, and has definitely made an innuendo or two about it for funsies

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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Writing 101: Characters with Medical Issues

Part One - Mobility Aids and/or Prosthetics

Aka, me doing research for you!

TW: talks about what leads to a prosthetic… obviously

Ah, yes, I get it. Having more diverse characters, more things that can go wrong, more hurdles — it’s all a nice addition to a story. But slow down! Don’t just shove an issue at a character because you like the idea! You need to research and decide if you actually want them to have that or if you just got a little excited. I’m here to provide you a bit of base research on a commonly used issue. Today: Prosthetics and Mobility Aids.

First of all, mobility aids are exactly what they sound like — things that aid someones mobility. These include wheelchairs, crutches, braces, walkers, canes, forearm crutches, etc.

Prosthetics are artificial devices designed to replace a missing body part. Most commonly, legs and arms.

How Someone Gets Prosthetics or Mobility Aids

The most common way for someone to get a Prosthetic is, obviously, for them to lose or severely damage a limb in an accident. For example, a soldier stepping on a mine, a car crash that completely crushed an arm, heavy machinery full-on chopping off a hand. See: Proctor Ingram, Fallout Four (2015) You can also lose extremities from diseases like bone cancer, where surgeons must remove it to remove the cancer. See: Leo Roth, Red Band Society (2014)

It is more common for people to have mobility aids for temporary amounts of time, for example, a broken leg or twisted ankle resulting in having crutches. For long lasting or life long mobility aids, you’ll need to look into physical disabilities, different types of muscle trauma and nerve damage, or an injury that wasn’t able to heal properly. See: Freddy Freeman, Shazam (2019)

Choosing When to Add Prosthetics or Mobility Aids

First things first — you should design your character with the mobility aid or prosthetic already in mind. They can affect the entire personality of a person, so I wouldn’t recommend creating a character and then deciding their mobility aid. For example, a child with forearm crutches due to a physical disability probably won’t like doing all the same things the other kids do on the playground, or the same sports their friends at school like. There’s also the unavoidable issue of them feeling out of place or “weird” no matter the age. So, obviously, there are some aids more suited for different genres of writing. For example, a long journey like Lord of the Rings would be tough for someone with a wheelchair or walker, but it’d be okay for a romance. That’s why it’s so important you don’t spring something like this on a character in a spur of the moment thing. Here are a few things I’d recommend deciding beforehand: 1 - What type of mobility aid or prosthetic is best for your type of story? You can choose any you like, but it’s good to consider if you want to write everything that comes with pushing a wheelchair to Isengard. 2 - Would your character have access to these aids or prosthetics, or would they have to settle with something else? If your story is post apocalyptic, they probably wouldn’t have access to the same things, or if your story is set in the past, you’d have to research aids and prosthetics from that time period. Even consider characters making their own — which is also a good way to mold it to your needs.

What Comes Along with Prosthetics and Mobility Aids

Okay, so you’ve decided you want your character to have a prosthetic or mobility aid. You’ve weaved it into their personality and your story. Now comes making it realistic… what do people with these things experience? Think about? People with prosthetics have challenges and additional baggage that comes along with having a prosthetic. First of all, if your character just got this prosthetic, it’s gonna be hard to walk on and even harder to wrap their head around. Sometimes, prosthetics hurt. There’s several different kinds and different activities each one can do. They change size as the person changes size. There are many different ways they attach to the body that suit different needs. Mobility aids have their own set of challenges as well. For example, fitting a wheelchair, walker, or crutches through a tight space. Fitting braces under or over clothes. Stairs. You have to think about enclosed spaces like cars, public transport, planes, elevators, bathrooms. These challenges will change with your story. For example, on a long outdoor journey, how will each different aid or prosthetic react to the temperature, humidity? How will the one in the wheelchair or with crutches get up that mountain? While the aids and prosthetics come with their own challenges, new ones are gained based on the genre of your WIP. This includes what your character thinks about. In a post-apocalyptic work, they might not worry about being different or out of place, but they might spend every day hoping and praying their homemade leg brace doesn’t break.

Reminder!

⚠️ DO YOUR OWN RESEARCH IF YOU INTEND TO ADD A CHARACTER WITH THIS INTO A WORK OF YOURS. STUDY HOW THESE THINGS EFFECT THE COMMON LIFE OF A PERSON. IF YOU KNOW SOMEONE WHO HAS ONE OF THESE THINGS, ASK THEM. MURDER YOUR EYEBALLS BY RESEARCHING ON YOUR COMPUTER. WATCH A SHOW WITH A CHARACTER WHO HAS ONE. KNOW YOUR STUFF BEFORE YOU MAKE YOUR CHARACTER, I BEG.

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Can you do a story where leon gets hurt he got stabbed on his shoulder and fem reader is a nurse so she heals him up

The sexual tension between them is super high, and Ashley and Luis are in the next room so what they have to be quiet if they do anything

As fem reader Is healing Leon's shoulder their faces are so close that that they both lean in and kiss it could possibly lead them to have sex something they both wanted for a long ass time

They confess their feelings for each other

Hi Anon! Thanks for this request! I know you said nurse, but I adjust it to combat medic because it was a little easier to work with -- hope that's ok! Otherwise same plot. ❤️ ~ High Tension ~ Read on AO3 🖤 Requests are Open 🖤 Masterlist Pairing: Fem!Reader x Leon Kennedy Warnings: NSFW, Canon typical violence, Smut, facesitting, sex, unprotected sex, accidental voyeurism Word Count: 2.7k

“Leon!” Hot blood splattered your face the second the granados made impact with his shoulder. He’d thrown himself in front of you knowing you weren’t going to make the kill shot, had the granados landed the blow on you, you’d have been dead. 

Appreciation for your life was overpowered by the sense of panic as the man crumpled to the floor. Luckily Luis had landed the final blow on the tentacled monster so there was no more immediate danger. The room around you was littered with the corpses of villagers and monstrous dogs. 

In the distance, the sound of more could be heard slowly making their way across the crudely repaired bridge. You were a combat medic, you were here for the very purpose of making sure Ashley and Leon were ok, and yet with the current circumstances you didn’t have enough supplies or time to help repair Leon’s shoulder, and he was bleeding badly. 

“Luis, do you know if there is any place nearby we could use as a respite? I think I can stop the bleeding by packing the wound, but he needs more medical attention than I can provide right now.” Kneeling to the ground you were working on pure muscle memory, removing the first aid kit from your belt and stuffing his wound with gauze before wrapping it as tightly as you could until the arm started turning purple. It was the only way to get the bleeding to stop. A limb down was better than a life lost, you reminded yourself. 

“My research lab is not far from here, should be safe there for a while.” Luis knelt down and lifted Leon up. “Let me help with Prince Charming.” You followed Luis and Ashley, gun in hand in case of any more threats as you all made your way to the lab. Luckily it truly wasn’t far and had a passcode entry, the villagers wouldn’t be able to get in. 

Luis led Ashley to what looked almost like a waiting room with a couch to rest for a while. Digging through the medical cabinets you pulled out every and anything that looked like it could be of use, heart pounding out of your chest the entire time. 

You’d been on missions before, hell, you’ve been on battlefields triaging hundreds of wounded people, but somehow your training was lost to the ache in your heart. As professional as you were trying to be, this was Leon. Your Leon.

Well he wasn’t your Leon officially. But you’d known him a very long time, worked with him a lot, had lunches and late office-dinners together, spent many drunken nights crashing on each other’s couches. You’d consider him a very close friend – even though you’d have killed to be more than that. 

And sure, you’d patched him up plenty of times. But he’d never been hurt this badly either. Right now you weren’t the combat medic you were supposed to be, right now you were a girl scared of losing someone she loved. Worse, you never would get the chance to tell him. Rushing back over to Leon you took some scissors and removed the previous bandages, cutting off the ragged and torn part of his shirt to expose more of the injury. He was sweaty and unconscious, but would flinch slightly at the irritation you were causing to the wound. “Don’t hate me for this Kennedy.” You said pouring some alcohol into the wound, watching his face cinch up in pain. It was a good thing he was knocked out, even Leon wouldn’t be able to sit still through the layers of patchwork you were about to do to his muscles and skin. You took one last breath before diving into the skin with your needle and stitch thread, carefully sewing together everything that was detached or out of place. Had you not been so focused your hands would’ve been shaking horrendously. 

Once done you cleaned the area one more time, slathering it in a mix of herbs you’d found. They’d heal up the wound faster than traditional medicine, but he’d still be out of commission for a few hours. 

You’d give updates to Ashley and Leon sporadically but spent the majority of the time keeping watch over Leon, dabbing sweat off his forehead with a cool damp cloth. Leaning against him, you almost fell asleep head on his good shoulder, arm awkwardly wrapped around his head holding the cloth. A sound escaped his lips causing you to jolt out of your half asleep state and make eye contact with him. “Hey.” “Hey.” You replied, not being able to contain the relief of hearing his voice. “Bad time to take a nap Kennedy.” Tears fell from your eyes against your permission as you smiled. “Always a good time when I wake up to a pretty girl though.” He offered a small smile in return.

Your faces were so close a couple of your tears hit him on the cheek. “I thought you weren’t going to make it. I was so scared. I don’t know what I’d do without you…” “Well I know where I’d be without you, probably 6 feet under by now.” You slapped him gently on the chest for such a corny joke and the horrendous timing. “Shut up. Dork.” “Look, it’s gonna take a lot more than a tentacle to the shoulder to kill me, alright?” When he could tell you weren’t fully convinced, he used his good arm and weaved his fingers through your hair. “I think I know what’ll make you feel better.” He pulled you head closer until your lips were connected to his. He wasn’t wrong. It did make the crying stop, but only because it caused your brain to short circuit entirely. The kiss was getting more heated while he held you in place by your hair, and not a thought passed behind your eyes, just enjoying the way he felt, tasted. Finally allowing you to pull back for air, you panted catching your breath. A silence lingered between the two of you until Leon spoke again. “Don’t tell me I was reading things wrong, was I?” “No. You weren’t.” “Good. Kiss me again then.” You didn’t get the chance to reply as he was tugging you back down to lock lips again. He nibbled at your bottom lip until you opened allowing him to slide his tongue in to explore. A whimper escaped from you into his mouth before he let you pull back again. “Lee, how did you even know that I liked you?” “Oh so it was only me who thought there was a deep sexual tension between us? I mean how many girls get to call me cute nicknames and fall asleep on my couch wearing my clothes?” Your face flushed at the reminder of the last round of bar hopping the two of you did. “Fair.” Was all you got out, at a loss for any other words. “Where are we? Is Ashley ok?” “Yeah,  Luis brought us to his lab. The two of them are sleeping in the next room.”

Leon tried to sit up, but you stopped him. “No.Your shoulder is still too messed up, you need to rest. Ashley is safe. We can wait a few more hours, I already radioed Hunnigan too.” He drummed against the metal of the table he was lying on with his good hand as if in thought. 

“So we’re stuck here a few hours minimum, and the other two are asleep?” “Yeah, pretty much.” “What’s the security protocol for the lab?” “Fully operational security system with a triple key system, bio, numpad, and physical key. Luis locked the place up tight, nothing can get in.” 

He went back to thinking, looking over to the slightly cracked door that separated the room you were in from where your companions were. “That one lock too?” “I think so.” “Ok, go close and lock it for me.” “Why?” “We’re stuck here for a couple hours. Why not break said sexual tension?” He raised a brow and smirked at you. “You cannot be serious.” “Nothing but, baby.” You rolled your eyes but obliged nonetheless. You peaked through the door and upon seeing Luis and Ashley passed out, you closed it as quietly as possible before turning the small lock on the doorknob. 

Returning to your seat next to Leon it was time to raise your brow. “You can’t sit up yet. So tell me then, what’s your great plan to shatter the sexual tension between us.” “Hop up.” “What?” “Drop your pants and hop up.” He said, the giant smile not wavering from his face. “I want you to sit on my face. Wanna finally know what that sweet little pussy of yours tastes like.” His words sent heat straight to your core, panties starting to feel clingy and slick.You squeezed your thighs together but didn’t move, having to take a moment to process what he wanted and what was about to happen. “Aww. C’mon baby, don’t be scared, I only bite a little.”  

“Shut up.” Despite your words you carefully removed your tactical gear, then shimmied out of your pants and underwear, kicking them away from you. Letting out one more nervous breath, you crawled over him, careful of his injured shoulder, stopping above his face. There was a huge surgical contraption at the top of the table you used to keep yourself upright. “When I said sit on my face, I meant sit on my face.” Using his good arm he locked it around one of your thighs pulling you down. “Relax.” Darting his tongue out he lapped at your slit painfully slow. You tossed your head back and whined, his tongue sending a pleasurable heat throughout your body each time he came into contact with your clit. Too bad it was so slow it wasn’t going to get you off anytime soon. “Don’t tease.” You pleaded. “Not teasing. Savoring.” He corrected before sucking a bruise into your thigh, holding it still with his arm. “You want more, come get more.” He didn’t have to tell you twice before you were grinding down against his face, letting out heady whines and mewls. The heat in your core building up to the point where you could tip over the edge any second.  Leon gave your thigh a few tugs until you stopped, ruining your so-close orgasm. “Sorry am I suffocating you?” “No baby, you’re perfect. Delicious. Best pussy I’ve had the pleasure of eating….but you’re being pretty loud. I didn’t take you as the type who wanted an audience.” “Oh shit.” You were so focused on how good he was making you feel, you had completely forgotten about the two in the room next to you. Immediately you made your way off of him with wobbly legs and slick thighs, cracking the door back open. To your relief they were still sound asleep. When you made your way back over to Leon, he was sitting up now. “I told you to stay–” “I know, but look, I’m feeling a lot better now. See?” He lifted the arm attached to his hurt shoulder and rotated it a bit. “Sore but in good working condition, promise.” “Lee…” “Come on, we still have more time to kill.” He walked to you, and led you back over to the table, and forced you to bend over it, pinning you there by your neck. The force of the action caused your pussy to clench around nothing as more slick dribbled down your thighs. “Stay there and stay quiet.” Not trusting yourself, you clamped your hands over your mouth as you felt him spread your legs wider. He squatted down for a better angle, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue again to build the heat of your orgasm back up. Squirming against him, he didn’t stop you as he slid a finger into you. The sensation caused you to drool into your own hands. “Fuck you’re so tight. Don’t know if I’ll be able to fit my cock in this pretty little hole.” He slid a second finger in pushing them in and out as he resumed his attack on your clit, sucking on it harshly in time with his fingers. He could feel the walls of your cunt squeezing around him showing you were close - he sped up not stopping until a rush of slick came out onto his hand and mouth. As he stood he gave your ass a hard slap jolting you forward. You let your hands fall so you could catch your breath while the aftershocks of your orgasm sent tingles throughout your body. 

His belt hit the floor with a clank, and you felt him line the thick head of his cock up with your pussy, dragging it up and down to coat himself with slick. “Ready?” You nodded lazily, but couldn’t help the moan that came out when he slid himself inside all at once. He was so girthy, it felt like he was splitting you apart in the best way possible. “Shit baby, you’re supposed to be quiet, remember?” “S-sorry.” Once he was bottomed out, he leaned over you grabbing your throat and tilting your head back. “My cock must be making you so dumb already, can’t even remember a few minutes ago. S’ok, I’ll help you out.” He let go of your neck before covering your mouth with his own hand. Once he was satisfied that you were sufficiently shut up, he grabbed your hip bruisingly tight with his other hand before slamming into you at a brutal pace. Each time the tip of his cock hit your cervix you saw stars. He managed to reach every pleasurable part inside of you leaving you without a thought behind your eyes, completely cockdrunk. “Shit, you must’ve really wanted me. Can feel your cunt just sucking me back in each time.” His speed began more rapid and he was losing his rhythm the tighter you clenched around him. “You gonna cum again too?” “Mhm” “Want me to cum in you?” “Mhm.” He leaned forward again to whisper in your ear, voice low and husky. “Good girl. Cum for me.” He cooed bucking into you as deep as he could. It didn’t take long before you tightened around him, your second orgasm causing your body to spasm at the same time Leon painted your inside white with hot ropes of cum. Leon waited a moment before pulling out. “God that felt so good. Talk about a morale booster.” He laughed pulling his own pants back up, before gently wiping you clean with a towel he found. You pushed yourself up and collected your own bottoms. “Pretty good yourself.” “Just good?” “Amazing Leon, best sex I’ve ever had on a mission.” You joked rolling your eyes. “Guess I’ll have to try harder next time to make sure I’m the best lay you’ve ever had period.” He caught your face between his hands, kissing you again softly. “You know…Leon …” “Yeah?” “Just in case we don’t make it out of here.” “ Correction.We will make it out of here.” “Just listen to me dammit. In case we don’t…I really need you to know that I love you. Have for a long time now.” Leon’s face lit up in excitement, like he’d just won the lottery. “I love you too.”

The of you exited the small room to see Ashley and Luis awake and giggling like school girls. Your eyes traveled to what they were looking at and you saw that the small tv in the couch room was running live security footage of the surgery table. Your face turned tomato red, jaw dropping open. “How…how much did you see.” “Oh just the end…and the middle…maybe some of the start. I think our amigo here might be part horse, what do you think?” Luis said, unable to contain his laughter as he gestured to Leon. 

Ashley snorted at Luis’ comment. “Glad to see you’re ok Leon. Hope you’re feeling better.” You hid behind Leon who awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. “Thanks Ash. Feeling pretty good now actually.” “Oh I bet.” Luis added.

“Shut up! Let’s get ready and go.” A collective “Yes, Ma’am” was heard behind you . . . along with more choked laughter. 

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[meetinginsamarra]

mayprompts2024,#20 do-over

Apparently there will be another AU happening. No beds but tats.

A Tattoo Shop AU.

I've no idea where this will go so I'll surprise us all. LOL

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White Pony Tattoo - Part One (do-over)

Dr John Watson stood in front of 221 Baker Street and – for the first time in a very long time – felt anxious.

He was wondering why this actually happened to him right now. The London afternoon was mild and sunny, summer was about to begin and yet, an aura of foreboding seemed to hover around the well-kept Victorian building.

John shook himself mentally. This was completely ridiculous. There was nothing to be afraid of. There was no danger.

For God’s sake, he had fought for Queen and Country in Afghanistan, had saved several lives and countless limbs in the field hospital and also on the battlefield under heavy fire. He had not felt anxious then. Wary, yes. Cautious, of course. High on adrenaline, surely.

He had been shot in the shoulder while he was on a scouting mission with his team and had woken up in his own field hospital. When his fellow army doctor had disclosed to John in blunt medical terms that he might lose his arm, then John had been frightened.

After a long rehab process the arm was functioning again but John had been honourably discharged because of an intermittant tremor in his hand that made him unsuitable to work as a field surgeon.

Two years ago, John had returned to London and after struggling for three months he had found work as a physician in a local clinic. He had soon met a wonderful nurse named Mary Morstan, fell in love with her and they had married quickly.

Which brought John back to the reason why he was standing in the middle of the pavement in front of 221 Baker Street, staring at the tattoo shop like a village idiot.

The tattoo on his right upper arm needed a do-over.

“White Pony Tattoo” was not what John had expected. It was located in a small shop with a red awning above its single window. There were no flashing neon signs or colourful and enlarged pictures of tattoo designs the artist had created. No advertising of the shop’s services whatsoever. Everything was clinical and sterile, even off-putting. Had it not been for the single metal sign placed in the middle of the window, no one would have thought a tattoo shop would be behind it.

Maybe it was the sign that made John feel so anxious.

It read “White Pony Tattoo” and showed a stylized white running pony on its right side. On the left the sign read “no arguing, no crying, no boring designs”. This did not bode well. Just by the look of it, John would never have thought about setting a foot in there.

Yet, John had done his fair share of internet research to find the best tattoo shops in London because he really did not want some would-be tattoo artist botch up his skin.

White Pony Tattoo had topped several lists. The only shortcoming that people regularly mentioned was that the artist was capricious. The lesser polite said that he was a total dick. However, Sherlock’s – John assumed it was a pen name -artistry was highly acclaimed and he had won several competitions over the last years. Getting an appointment was difficult and being accepted as a client was even more so. But sometimes, when Sherlock was interested enough, he accepted walk-ins.

John straightened his back, raised his chin, took a deep breath and opened the door of the tattoo shop. A melodious door bell chimed and announced his presence.

IIt was cool and dim inside the shop and it smelled faintly of a fresh lemon fragrance. A thick purple curtain behind the wooden counter closed off the rearmost part of the shop. Quiet classical violin music played in the background.

“Hello?” John called out, taking off his jumper to let his tattoo show. “Is there anybody here?”

The curtain moved and a man stepped up to the counter. It was easy to recognize Sherlock from the few pictures John had seen on the internet.

“Hello, I’m here for a do-over…” John began.

“Shut up.” Sherlock commanded. His baritone voice was silky and opulent just like the luscious black curls that framed his aristocratic and unusual face.

John was so surprised that he closed his mouth with an audible plop.

Sherlock’s eyes roamed over John’s face and upper arms, then the rest of his body. Piercing blue grey eyes took in every detail, precise like an x-ray machine or better, like a computer tomograph. They missed nothing, pinning John to the spot and stripping him down to his very bones, unable to hide anything. It was uncanny. Disconcerting.

“Firstly, it’s called a cover-up, as you should very well know.”

Sherlock chided, frowning. His voice rumbled like the high-end engine of a race car and filled John with an unknown desire.

“Secondly, I’ve already deduced what you want. I won’t do it because it’s boring.”

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The one(s) who know and tell me where the shop's name comes from will get a cameo in this AU (nothing bad, I promise). Are you game?

tagging @peageetibbs @totallysilvergirl @calaisreno @lisbeth-kk @raina-at

#mayprompts2024 #my sherlock fanfics #white pony tattoo #prompt number 20 do-over #no beta we die like (wo)men

[hitomisuzuya]

a/n: All right, here we go. I've had this one spinning in my head while I cooked dinner earlier. This man has me a chokehold just like Scara does. I accidently typed me instead of you a few times, that's how far into brain rot I am😭

Tighnari x fem!reader. Masturbation. Tighnari having dirty thoughts. Slight mention of blood. Predatory! Tighnari if you squint? But also him being sweet and gentle.

Half a year had passed since you'd joined up with the Forest Rangers and met Tighnari. Previously having only been interested in his research and taking care of forest, Tighnari wasn't sure when strolls through the forest with you became more frequent, eventually combining your evening patrols together.

Or when he made it a habit to sniff you out on the air when you weren't with him, feeling peace of mind when he was able to pinpoint where you were in the forest. When he started having certain...urges.

It was on your evening patrols that you two came across a Withering Zone. You two had decided to split your strengths, the Withering Zone being small enough to be controlled by just the two of you. Tighnari, being the archer neutralized the toxic red blooms on the trees.

He also sniped at enemies from a distance, providing support as you neutralized the floating Fungi with your Dendro Vision and catalyst weapon.

You were breathtaking, a sight to behold as you fought, your sweet scent overriding the scorched smell of the Withering Zone. His eyes couldn't help but linger on you, especially on the bite mark he'd pressed into your neck yesterday. It was a moment of uncommon weakness while he'd looked over your shoulder, reading with you about aromatherapy herbs.

You were stirring things to life in him that were a little unfamiliar for him.

Things suddenly started happening so fast. You'd finished up taking out the Fungi, turning to see his progress and what you could do to help him out. From behind a tree, spears of red light shot out towards you.

Tighnari cursed quietly. How had he missed a bloom?! You narrowly dodged it, however not completely, gritting your teeth when you felt searing pain against your skin. You felt dizzy, losing your balance you tumbled down the hill just as Tighnari neutralized the final bloom.

You didn't have time to gasp in pain, your vision going dark once your body connected with the trunk of a tree. Tighnari was by your side in an instant. He quickly assessed your condition, performing any topical first aid you needed.

Sitting down beside you, Tighnari decided it was best not to move you just yet, not at least until you'd woken up.

The sun has started going down, his keen hearing trained on listening for the slightest movement. Nothing, absolutely nothing was going to get near you.

He studied you, noticing that some blood from a scrap next to your mouth welling to the surface. Your blood smelt like tin, metallic, and somehow enticing. Slowly he leaned down, licking his lips. His tongue flicked out. One lick, two licks. A pause to look for signs of movement from you.

It was on the third lick that you stirred, your blurry vision barely being able to make out Tighnari at first. "Tighnari?" You murmured, tired and confused.

He recoiled backwards, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Erm, excuse me..how do you feel?"

His ears drooped slightly in relief when you told him you were only drowsy and sore. Once you determined you were able to move all of your limbs, and follow his finger with your eyes, he picked you up bridal style, cradling you gently against his chest.

It didn't take long for you two to reach Gandharva Ville. From there, Tighnari tucked you into bed, having you smoke something that not only would help you sleep, but also neutralize the toxins in your body.

He decided to keep watch over you all night, explain the situation to your squad when they came looking for you. Again, nothing and no one except himself was getting near you.

Tighnari's eyes racked over your sleeping form. Now that things were quiet, certain urges were bubbling to the surface again. He wanted to nuzzle you, and rub up against you a little bit, mark his scent on you even more.

Sighing, he rested his head against the wall, stretching his legs out on your bed. He cast a sideways glance at you. You were guaranteed to be zonked out well into the morning at least.

Closing his eyes, his cock hardened as he entertained lewd thoughts of you. He didn't feel embarrassed when he put his hand down the front of his pants to stroke and palm himself. You wouldn't see or hear a thing, and he needed a release.

Pulling his cock from his pants to make it easier, Tighnari pumped his hand along it, practically feeling your hips in his hands, guiding you down to bounce on his cock. His cum and your's would be coating the inside of your thighs, riding him to orgasm until he could offer you no more inside of you.

Panting quietly, he jacked himself off, occasionally whining, his mouth watered thinking about how your mouth would feel, warmly sucking him off, obediently swallowing his cum.

Cum coated his fingers when he thought of bending you over the railing of a lookout point high up in a tree, fucking you raw until you screamed his name, begging him to breed you, to fuck his cum back inside your pussy, creaming on his cock.

You stirred certain urges inside him. Ones he was going to be sure to address in the following weeks.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #tighnari #tighnari smut #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #tighnari x y/n

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Can you be kinda chubby and be an archaeologist? I’m working on my health and fitness, but I’m still kinda chubby and not really cut out for field school yet. I read this article saying fat people can’t be archeologist and it kinda crushed my dreams. Because I know it will take a bit to get rid of the weight, but I feel so out of place after reading that..

Hi there, dirtling, this makes me so insanely angry. I am incandescent with rage. I would like to find the author of that article and rip them from limb to limb.

You can absolutely be fat and be an archaeologist.

I am so sorry that I have to be the one to tell you this. I am sorry that you have not received support from other members of my community. I am sorry that someone's ignorant fatphobia has crushed your dreams. Please let me try to convince you otherwise.

I have had the privilege to dig with dig with several fat people, and in each case they were an asset to our team. They were just as capable of excavating as those of us who were carrying less weight, and each of them brought special skill sets and unique capabilities to the table that we would have been worse off without had they not been working with us.

You do not have to lose weight before going on a field school. You know your body better than the writer of that article ever can. If you feel like you are capable of performing the manual labor required during an excavation, then I believe your self assessment. There is no maximum weight limit for participating in an archaeological dig.

Even if you don't feel like you're physically able to go on a dig, there are other archaeological opportunities for you! As someone with a disability who can't do a ton of manual labor, I do a lot of lab work because it allows me to be sitting down. There is so much more to archaeology than just digging stuff out of the ground, and there is absolutely room for you in this field of study.

Here are some resources that I was able to find about obesity and archaeology.

The Fat Archaeologist

Who decided it was bad to be fat— Sapiens

The Archaeology of Obesity: Discourse Analysis and Implications for North American Obesity Research

I did actually try to find the article that you mentioned so that I could take apart its argument piece by piece, but I wasn't able to locate it easily. If someone could direct me to it, I would be more than happy to rip it to shreds because it is categorically false and actively harmful. In my personal opinion, that author can suck it. Sorry, not sorry. I'm mad.

-Reid

#he speaks #he answers #archaeology advice #fatphobia

[rhonesy]

cool vampire facts:

vampires actually can get sick! it’s just that most viruses cannot survive within their cold bodies!

vampires being weak to garlic was actually a conspiracy started by vampires in order to trick people into eating more garlic. garlic actually contains many anti-blood clotting agents, making it easier for them to feed!

around 82% of vampires all belong to the AB+ blood type, this is largely due to the fact that AB+ is the universal receiver; thus they often have no little to no issue with taking other blood types. meanwhile other vampires with differing blood types, such as O+, can find drinking blood to be quite difficult— often having adverse reactions to a blood type that doesn’t match as a result.

it is common knowledge that vampires do not burn when exposed to the sun, although it is true that they are more active at night, they can easily survive during the daytime (although they’d probably feel a little groggy). but did you know that the myth of vampire death via sunlight started with the 1922 movie Nosferatu? the writers needed to figure out a way for Count Orlok to die at the end of the movie, so they made him weak to sunlight!

it was commonly thought for several hundred years that the reason you would freeze while a vampire fed on you was due to either some kind of psionic mind control at their disposal or because they’d drink such a significant amount of blood that you would simply lose control of your limbs and pass out due to shock. this however is entirely false, and due to recent research we now know that vampires subdue their food with a paralytic compound most similar to that of a ‘cone snail’! this venom is injected into the prey in a rather intricate way: first the vampire bites into their victim, then a gland hidden behind their canines releases a venomous compound into the wound, consisting largely of serotonin! within a matter of minutes the bitten creature is paralysed!

this has been cool vampire facts! add yours below!

#vampire #vampcore #fuckin i dunno #nosferatu #nosferussy

[comfymodeaudio]

Made a little audio drama thing out of a script by the lovely @sexygoddessdawgy where you pretend that Laios is nerding out to you about monsters for five and a half minutes.

Script under cut!

Laois (excited): I never would’ve thought someone would sign up for a lecture of mine! Of course I'd be happy to show you the ropes! Here, take a seat.

(Sounds of a book being open, pages flipping)

Laois: *ahem* Welcome to your first lesson in Cryptozoological Gastronomy! The goal of this lesson is to introduce you to the goal of this course: To understand monsters, inside and out.

Laois: Let’s start with the basics. The cockatrice and basilisk are closely related, but fundamentally different. Can you guess what the biggest difference is?

Audience: …

Laois: Oh, don’t feel bad. It’s not common knowledge. The main difference between the two is the method of attack. Basilisks use a potent toxin, which paralyzes the victim and leaves them vulnerable. Ah, a little history lesson: since both heads have a digestive tract, researchers argued for a long time about which head consumes the prey. Some argue the basilisk uses the two heads and tears the corpse apart. Others think the heads take turns eating.

Laois: But actually! The chicken portion of the body uses its large feet to crush up its prey and make it easier for the chicken body to digest. However(!), they typically only do this when they have chicks to feed. Otherwise, if the prey is small enough, then the snake head swallows the victim whole! Isn't that so cool?

Audience: And what about cockatrices?

Laois: (whispered) Oh, yeah, Cockatrices are super cool, too. (normal volume, still excited) They can completely turn their victims to stone. For a long time, nobody knew what was done to the petrified prey. What we know now is that the petrification magic takes a long time to wear off by itself, relative to the victim's natural magical ability. What we didn't find out until recently is that if a piece of the body breaks, the petrification on the severed limb is dispelled, and it will turn back to flesh.

Laois: So, like basilisks, the cockatrice feeds by immobilizing its prey and then using its feet to break up the body. Once the petrification fades from the critter-pebbles, the two heads take turns feeding. However, unlike the basilisk, the larger cockatrice has to keep both its bellies fed simultaneously, so they prey on larger species. I've heard they will scavenge, as well.

However, an important thing that they have in common is that they’re really hard to confuse. It’s a common trait among polycephalous monsters.

Audience: How do they not get confused?

Laois: There's a lot of theories about how monsters with multiple heads don't get confused. I think they're communicating somehow, maybe by causing different sensations in the shared body or some other nonverbal way of communicating. It's also possible that the snake head gives commands to the rooster head and body. The snake is the brains, the chicken is the brawn, do you understand?

Audience: Not the other way around?

Laois: Research was done to figure out which head is predominant.  Cut off the chicken head, both the basilisk and cockatrice continued to move around without much issue.  Cut off the snake head, the basilisk runs around and eventually begins to lose interest in hunting its own prey. In fact, without the snake head, a Basilisk can survive only on millet and grains.  Meanwhile, in cockatrices, if you cut off the snake head first, the chicken half keeps hunting, but with a way lower success rate.  That’s why I think the snake is the brains.  Also, the snake has a heat-sensing pit organ, which makes escaping either monster much more difficult.

Oh, but if you manage to hunt one, the meat is so tender and juicy!

Audience: How do you cook them?

Laois: I’ve only had basilisk so far, and I wasn’t the one to cook it, so I’ll tell you what my mentor Senshi did.  Back then, he didn’t cook the snake part, I think because he didn’t have everything needed for preparing it.

Audience: Have you eaten snake before?

Laois: I did eat snake once, back when I was a curious kid.  If I remember right, you can eat snakes even if they have venom or poison, so long as you prepare and cook them right.  Cut off the head, remove the skin, take out the guts and skeleton, cut it into parts, then fry it.  You can probably do the same to basilisk or cockatrice if you have the right tools.

Laois: For the chicken half, it’s not as difficult as you might think!  After cutting off its head and the crop–sorry, that’s where food is stored before digestion for a lot of birds–you have to hang it to drain, then scald the body.  Put it in hot water and move the body around.  It’ll make plucking the feathers off the body way easier.  Then, remove the organs and skeleton.  Then, you rub in spices to your liking.  Senshi recommended letting it sit overnight to let the flavors marry really well.  After the spices, Senshi stuffed the basilisk with herbs and root vegetables to help an injured adventurer, but you can stuff chicken with lots of different ingredients.  Finally, you roast it, either over an open flame, or in a seasoned pot with a splash of water. Either method will give you a crisp, salty skin, with a tender and juicy bite. If I were to compare it to something… it has the rich flavor of roasted chicken breast, with the texture of smoked pork loin.  Sounds delicious, doesn’t it?

Anyway, I think that’s enough for the first lesson. For your next lesson, we’ll work on obtaining this information from monsters ourselves through careful observation and experimentation.

#dungeon meshi #laios touden #voice acting #asmr rp #I really like the show please don't boot me out of the fandom for this #or just keep to saying “cringe” or something don't go after my pets #Youtube #delicious in dungeon #netflix