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[suvidrache]

NSFW Alphabet - Aki

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A: Aftercare - What they're like after sex?

- 10/10 he'll get you whatever you need or will wait until you need something. 

B: Body Part - Their favorite part of themselves/you?

- For him: his hair & chest

- For you: your arms

C: Cum - Taste, texture, etc?

- An opaque color, slightly salty - but not very

D: Dirty Secret

- Sometimes he watches you bathe when you think you're alone. 

E: Experience - How much experience do they have?

- None. He spent more time running through the forest and, at one point, became sick.

F: Favorite Position

- Any of them, but mostly the ones that give you the most pleasure 

G: Goofy - How are they: serious, funny, etc?

- Not super serious, but not funny.

H: Hair - Shaved, not shaved, color?

- Not shaved, a reddish brown color.

I: Intimacy - How are they romantically?

- Kisses, slight marking, lots of touching. He doesn't know many other romantic things, aside from maybe a flower now and then.

J: Jack Off - How often do they masturbate?

- Not often, maybe once or twice a month.

K: Kink - Their kinks?

- Lightly scratching him, breeding.

L: Location - Favorite place(s) to do it?

- The shelter / somewhere private where you won't be seen by other clan people

M: Motivation - What gets them into it?

- Teasing / seeing you naked

N: No - Will not do/turns them off?

- Violence/pain

O: Oral - Giving, receiving, skill?

- Both, despite being his first time, he would be great.

P: Pace - Fast, rough, slow, etc?

- Rough and slow

Q: Quickie - How often?

- Not very often, but at least three times a month.

R: Risk - Willing to take risks/experiment?

- No risks, he doesn't want anything to go wrong.

- Experiments, it depends. He's a little hesitant.

S: Stamina - How long/many rounds can they go?

- 3 or 4 about an hour with breaks.

T: Toys - Do they have any/will they use them?

- No and it depends on what it is.

U: Unfair - How much do they tease?

- He teases quite a bit but stops when he's really getting into it.

V: Volume - How loud are they?

- Not quiet, but not extremely loud.

W: Wild Card - Something random?

- Would love to do it on the tree platforms.

X: X-Ray - Size, appearance, etc?

- 7½, veins can be seen and are slightly prominent, a lighter tip, with a slight right curve.

Y: Yearning - How high is their sex drive?

- About in the middle

Z: ZZZ - How quickly do they fall asleep?

- He falls asleep once you do.

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[vinsmokesangio]

confessions

pairing: tom blyth x bestfriend!reader

summary: y/n post on her private IG about a misterious confession with her best friend

type: instagram au

a/n.: omg i never thought it would be such a hit! (more than 5 notes). but i’m happy and inspired! lmk if you like this type of au! read more here 💜

yournameyln:

confessions (not on a dance floor).

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[sonicblueartist]

Rayman x Reader

A/N: I know I said I won't write for Rayman until I post all of your Bullfrog requests but I couldn't help myself. This idea suddenly come to my mind.

He is either the Rayman from the games or from Captain Laserhawk but before he was choosen to be Eden's poster boi~ You can choose whichever. You can even think this either romantic or platonic too :)

AND SO SORRY FOR THE TYPO MISTAKES AAAA

Summery: Pure fluff no warnings, wholesome moments, a bit cursing, and Rayman worries about something...

Masterlist

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Stary Night

You somewhat sharply expressed in surprise breaking the short moment of silence, "You are over one hundred?"

The night, beckoned by the stars under the glow of a full moon. As the colours of the day rest, the hillside becomes its monochrome beauty. The moon and stars shine above the passing clouds of ink. The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and give you a nice kind of serenity, within it's safety you could feel your own soul all the more clearly.

You were lying on one of the branches of a giant tree, big enough for both of your bodies to fit, and watching away this peaceful night slowly circle around your bodies.

A short stuffed snort come from him, it sounded forced and mockery. Or maybe it's just your tired mind playing with you.

His hands behind his head, he never once looked anywhere other then the stars. He hissed, "Eh, who knows? I stop counting a long time ago." He chuckled and made a shrugging like effort. After all he had no shoulders to shrug...

You teased with a smirk, never giving him a glance, "Heh, good to know... grandpa~"

He hit your shoulder playfully with an annoyed groan, "I knew telling you this wasn't a good idea..." he grumbled with a pout.

You coad and sit up patting his hand, "Aww, don't worry. I find it really cool. Wait. Are you immortal or just age different? Omg, if you are aging backwards that would be so cool."

He give you a glance causing you to freeze. That wasn't his usual annoyed or playfull stares.

He swallowed and sit up, glancing away.

"...I age slowly..." He simply answered your teasing question.

You pressed your lips. Have you step on a sensitive topic?

You try to ease him up, "Hey... Nothing wrong with aging slowly you know. You will going to stay and look young for quite a while and--"

"It's not as awesome as you think it is. What do you think going to happen after one hundered years later?"

You actually pondered about it, "Well I think you could look young for two thousands years--"

He give you a glare and cut you off, "You will not be there." He scoffed giving an answer to his own question. He shook his head in disbelief and look away.

You frowned. Of course... this was what he have been worrying about. Before you can even open your mouth to speak, he suck a sharp breath and speak up again.

"One hundered years... I lost some people, yeah I did make new ones in the way but... it never stop hurting... and it never will. I thought about just build walls around myself at some point but... I know who I am and I will never stop meeting new ones and help people around." He smiled to himself but it's fade as quick. He heavied a sigh, "I just don't wanna lose anyone I guess." He quickly muttered. He scratched his cheek, seems like ashamed to admit all this, "S-sorry. Didn't mean to lay it all off on you." He chuckled.

You smiled and slide next to him, hitting his side the way he did to you, "Hey, I don't care about age or what the future holds for us. I care about right now. And what's happening right now? We are both sitting together on a giant tree swarmed by the peacfullness of the night." He smiled at that.

You continued, "Age doesn't matter, it does not choose who you are, you do. What makes you you is your experiences and your... pleasures? Wait- No- I fucked it up."

He snorted at that. A real laugh. His fist of laughs caused you to start laughing along with him. He couldn't hold back himself and drop down on his back. He snickered and gasped for breath.

"My pleasures?" He choked out.

You snickered, "I said what I said." You shrugged proudly, "Now, tell me, What gives you pleasure in this world?"

His hands slipped back behind his head as he closed his eyes with a thoughtfull expression, "Hmm... I guess... adventures. Without them I would probably go insane by now." He chuckled.

You lay back aslo, "Yeah, adventures are fun."

"What about you?" He glanced at you.

You grinned at that and poked his nose, "You will never know."

He quickly sit up with the the most arrogant, playfull grin you ever saw him wearing, "Ahhh, I know. I get it. It's me isn't it?"

You burst into laughing, "Holy shit what?! You?! No way!"

He nudges your sides, "Come oooon, come on, come on, admit it!"

You try to push his floating hands away, and to stop your laughing but his tickling making it much worse, "S-stop it! Hahaha Y-you're gonna kill meee!!" You wheezed out.

He pouted playfully, "Fineee. You are no fun." He drop down on his back again, a peacfull smile on his lips.

You gasp for air and sighed, "God, I'm exhusted." You groaned and send a playfull glear in his way which he grinned at.

You two continued to lay down on the branch observing the stars. Your tired mind and body wouldn't let you even move an inch, your eyelids get heaver and heavier. It was so hard for you to try to make them stay open. After your little war with him made you even more exhausted than you were already is. Your mind felt heavy and sturggle to graps reality.

"Hey... uh... before you fall asleep or something... I want to say... thank you... for being here." He sounded content.

You smiled with his soft voice.

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[kaylaz-world-00]

Rayman x Reader

A/N: I know I said I won't write for Rayman until I post all of your Bullfrog requests but I couldn't help myself. This idea suddenly come to my mind.

He is either the Rayman from the games or from Captain Laserhawk but before he was choosen to be Eden's poster boi~ You can choose whichever. You can even think this either romantic or platonic too :)

AND SO SORRY FOR THE TYPO MISTAKES AAAA

Summery: Pure fluff no warnings, wholesome moments, a bit cursing, and Rayman worries about something...

Masterlist

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

The night, beckoned by the stars under the glow of a full moon. As the colours of the day rest, the hillside becomes its monochrome beauty. The moon and stars shine above the passing clouds of ink. The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and give you a nice kind of serenity, within it's safety you could feel your own soul all the more clearly.

You somewhat sharply expressed in surprise breaking the short moment of silence, "You are over one hundred?"

You were lying on one of the branches of a giant tree, big enough for both of your bodies to fit, and watching away this peaceful night slowly circle around your bodies.

A short stuffed snort come from him, it sounded forced and mockery. Or maybe it's just your tired mind playing with you.

His hands behind his head, he never once looked anywhere other then the stars. He hissed, "Eh, who knows? I stop counting a long time ago." He chuckled and made a shrugging like effort. After all he had no shoulders to shrug...

You teased with a smirk, never giving him a glance, "Heh, good to know... grandpa~"

He hit your shoulder playfully with an annoyed groan, "I knew telling you this wasn't a good idea..." he grumbled with a pout.

You coad and sit up patting his hand, "Aww, don't worry. I find it really cool. Wait. Are you immortal or just age different? Omg, if you are aging backwards that would be so cool."

He give you a glance causing you to freeze. That wasn't his usual annoyed or playfull stares.

He swallowed and sit up, glancing away.

"...I age slowly..." He simply answered your teasing question.

You pressed your lips. Have you step on a sensitive topic?

You try to ease him up, "Hey... Nothing wrong with aging slowly you know. You will going to stay and look young for quite a while and--"

"It's not as awesome as you think it is. What do you think going to happen after one hundered years later?"

You actually pondered about it, "Well I think you could look young for two thousands years--"

He give you a glare and cut you off, "You will not be there." He scoffed giving an answer to his own question. He shook his head in disbelief and look away.

You frowned. Of course... this was what he have been worrying about. Before you can even open your mouth to speak, he suck a sharp breath and speak up again.

"One hundered years... I lost some people, yeah I did make new ones in the way but... it never stop hurting... and it never will. I thought about just build walls around myself at some point but... I know who I am and I will never stop meeting new ones and help people around." He smiled to himself but it's fade as quick. He heavied a sigh, "I just don't wanna lose anyone I guess." He quickly muttered. He scratched his cheek, seems like ashamed to admit all this, "S-sorry. Didn't mean to lay it all off on you." He chuckled.

You smiled and slide next to him, hitting his side the way he did to you, "Hey, I don't care about age or what the future holds for us. I care about right now. And what's happening right now? We are both sitting together on a giant tree swarmed by the peacfullness of the night." He smiled at that.

You continued, "Age doesn't matter, it does not choose who you are, you do. What makes you you is your experiences and your... pleasures? Wait- No- I fucked it up."

He snorted at that. A real laugh. His fist of laughs caused you to start laughing along with him. He couldn't hold back himself and drop down on his back. He snickered and gasped for breath.

"My pleasures?" He choked out.

You snickered, "I said what I said." You shrugged proudly, "Now, tell me, What gives you pleasure in this world?"

His hands slipped back behind his head as he closed his eyes with a thoughtfull expression, "Hmm... I guess... adventures. Without them I would probably go insane by now." He chuckled.

You lay back aslo, "Yeah, adventures are fun."

"What about you?" He glanced at you.

You grinned at that and poked his nose, "You will never know."

He quickly sit up with the the most arrogant, playfull grin you ever saw him wearing, "Ahhh, I know. I get it. It's me isn't it?"

You burst into laughing, "Holy shit what?! You?! No way!"

He nudges your sides, "Come oooon, come on, come on, admit it!"

You try to push his floating hands away, and to stop your laughing but his tickling making it much worse, "S-stop it! Hahaha Y-you're gonna kill meee!!" You wheezed out.

He pouted playfully, "Fineee. You are no fun." He drop down on his back again, a peacfull smile on his lips.

You gasp for air and sighed, "God, I'm exhusted." You groaned and send a playfull glear in his way which he grinned at.

You two continued to lay down on the branch observing the stars. Your tired mind and body wouldn't let you even move an inch, your eyelids get heaver and heavier. It was so hard for you to try to make them stay open. After your little war with him made you even more exhausted than you were already is. Your mind felt heavy and sturggle to graps reality.

"Hey... uh... before you fall asleep or something... I want to say... thank you... for being here." He sounded content.

You smiled with his soft voice.

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[consequencesofargentdawn]

we posted 153 times in 2021

144 posts created (94%)

9 posts reblogged (6%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.1 posts.

we added 359 tags in 2021

#pcu - 97 posts

#argent dawn eu - 73 posts

#coad speaks - 30 posts

#perroy - 30 posts

#harassment - 29 posts

#acu - 23 posts

#erp - 22 posts

#hypocrisy - 20 posts

#bullying - 20 posts

#shewp - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 22 characters

#contributor submission

Our Top Posts in 2021

#5

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4 notes • Posted 2021-03-18 20:01:18 GMT

#4

More anti-vaxxer alt-right themed conspiracy theories and dog whistles casually being dropped around in the official PCU ran cesspit server, with zero moderation as to be expected from these people now.

It does not matter that millions of people have died and millions of more have been put under severe hardship as a result of the virus, but because the neo-nazi bullyboys are getting “censored” for writing misleading, dangerous and harmful content they think they are the persecuted ones.

4 notes • Posted 2021-02-02 18:01:11 GMT

#3

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5 notes • Posted 2021-02-12 20:05:38 GMT

#2

this blog is such an amazingly interesting and niche thing that it blows my mind these posts have so few notes. this is amazing. why is this not more popular.

Many people do not wish to be publicly associated with CoAD as the PCU have been known to publicly harass, name and shame and bully anyone who admits to browsing our content. This can be most clearly seen with the recent attacks on Vaxir for the simple fact that they were found out to have visited this place at least 1 (one) time.

While we have just shy over 100 official followers on Tumblr by the volume of traffic our other team members get on both the email and official CoAD discord we have estimated we have around three times the official number of active readers, a sizeable portion of the RP community no less.

Of course we encourage you all good and decent people to share, reblog, contribute and get the message out. There is also ADRumourMill on twitter which often condenses our best posts into more digestible parts. The great number of #NoPCU people we see in game these days shows that decency is at long last overtaking the vile bigotry of the incel cult.

5 notes • Posted 2021-01-12 17:05:55 GMT

#1

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Here’s a bigger version with more proof.

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As we see out 2021 and bring in 2022 we shall round off our year with a summary of our best posts and contributions to CoAD as decided by the tumblr algorithm and we found ourselves pleasantly impressed.

#5 is the incident regarding the PCU/ACU’s attempt to tar and feather the DELVE guild because of their simple wish that they did not wish to associate with the ACU membership. This is of course a completely valid desire, no player or group of players should be forced to interact with people they do not wish to, the ACU themselves maintain a blacklist of individuals that they ban their members from interacting with. Blind hypocrisy as usual from the ACU.

#4 is one of the quintessentially Anno-postings that very well encapsulate the court jester of the dying ACU controlled Argent Dawn Discord. Far-right dogwhistles and open slurs, conspiracy theories and “shock humor” (which needs to be funny for it to be humor)  are standard Anno tools. It gets rather bad when Shewp needs to tell you to tone it down.

#3 Speaking of the angry dwarf himself, Shewp/Coalburnt in taking the bronze with one of many examples from InsiderIntel about Perroy’s right hand “strongman” saying disgusting and vile things to people, completely unprovoked. Of course the tired non-argument of “it was x years ago” means nothing when yourself Shewp were not under eighteen 3 years ago, or anywhere near that.

#2 Taking the silver is one of the many kind messages we have received from readers over the years, of which we would never be able to have maintained such a high volume of content over what will be our 5th year. The good and decent people have taken a stand against the PCU/ACU and have for the most part, kept them in check. They are without Dear Leader Perroy and some of their biggest names have abandoned the game for other pastures. It may take time to reclaim and repair Argent Dawn, and it may never be quite as it was pre-PCU but it will get better.

#1 Finally, speaking of the most odious and vain would-be-dictator of the server, Dear Leader himself fittingly is at number one taking gold. The post that according to all of our analyses was the one that made Perroy finally go silent publicly. Demonstrable evidence of one of two things - Perroy moonlights as a female gnome for some ERP (which would be completely fine with us if he didn’t pontificate against it). Or (the more convoluted explanation) he is friendly enough with one of Argent Dawn’s premier ERPers (who is also a “filthy” raider) to have them make an ERP profile for him as a “““decoy”““ which may make one think - why are you friends with someone doing the thing you think is so destructive to the server, Perroy? Hypocrite, hypocrite, hypocrite. Thankfully for all, the “Da Vinci of RP”, who named an entire server community after himself in a vanity project, has decided to take his “artistic” touch to other places, away from the decent people of Argent Dawn who want nothing to do with him or his cult.

So let us look towards 2022 as a new age dawning on Argent Dawn, a one where we need not look over our shoulders in fear of people attempting to sabotage our attempts at roleplay, or need fear people joining guilds as much for worry of them being agents sent to sow discontent. There will be more announcements coming shortly, so stay tuned sports fans!

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[greysanatomyreaderinsertimagines]

Mark Sloan x Reader: Reader is sick and has a surgery. Post-op, the reader starts coading in front of him. Reader could be a resident surgeon.

Well, again, long overdue, and so, I hope you’ll enjoy this.

[suvidrache]

Haunted Memories

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Word Count: 1,123 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

Warning: mentions of loss, trauma, and tragic events.

Narrander's dreams had always been plagued with nightmares.

It had been many moons, years, and yet it was still as painful as it once was.

Years ago, Narrander was a mage he had joined in with a group of other mages. They claimed that they were working for a good cause, to save the world. To better the world.

Narrander wasn't naïve. He quickly saw and realized their true intentions. He left and wanted nothing further to do with them.

Then it happened. Far too quickly.

Narrander's son, Narik, had been kidnapped by the other mages. The mages, also known as the Soul Eaters.

The leader of the Soul Eaters took Narik hostage as a way of trying to force Narrander into doing as she requested.

Narrander didn't give up. He walked for many days, not bothering to sleep much, if at all, as he looked for his son.

A fire broke out across the forest. The largest fire the forest had seen. A fire known as the Great Fire.

The fire opal was a very powerful stone that the Soul Eaters used. A stone that helped them control and manipulate demons into their will.

The fire had been started by one of the other Soul Eaters shattering the stone, wishing to leave the group and destroy all that the mages had done, had created, and the lengths they had gone to so far.

Narrander couldn't continue his journey as much as it pained him. He couldn't go into the forest to search. He turned back and waited for days until the fire had gone out.

Slowly, he walked into the charred remains of the forest.

Then, he found the small remains of a body, and he hit the ground. A scream escaped his lips as he put his hands to the sides of his head. Whispering "no" repeatedly over and over again. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

He reached out a shaky hand. He couldn't do it. It was forbidden to touch the dead with bare hands.

He drew his hand back as he slowly rocked himself back and forth.

Narrander quickly grabbed at the pouch on his belt, taking some earth blood out. He dabbed the death marks on Narik, his head, chest, and feet.

Narrander let out a small noise as he cried harder and rocked himself slowly.

He didn't know what to do now. Narik was the only thing he had left in the world. Now he had nothing.

He gently scooped Narik's remains up and carried him back to the Otter clan, wanting to lay him to rest as per clan customs.

For days, Narrander was plagued with nightmares. He was struggling.

The clan, no longer able to stand Narrander's behavior, exiled him from their clan.

Narrander had truly lost everything. His own clan, his son, and there was no one in the world now. His mate had been gone and died during childbirth.

Narrander slowly made his way to the northern part of the lake, far from his clan that camped on the southern shore.

Narrander had made himself a shelter, but he couldn't stand to eat. As time wore on, he began to care for himself less and less.

Most people avoided him due to his behavior and smell. At this point, it was nothing new to Narrander.

If any help came, he would turn them down. He didn't think he deserved help. No one cared for him to begin with. Why should he be helped now?

Narrander eventually lost his eye due to a flint piece. Then sometime later, his toes to frostbite, which he tried feeding to the foxes, but to no avail. He ate them to stop himself from going hungry in the harsh winter.

He no longer had any teeth, some rotting out, some having to be removed due to the pain. His gums eventually turned black

Narrander had lived as a recluse for many years. He would find small creatures and name them as well as refer to them as Narik.

His clothes consisted of a loin cloth, a slimy reed cape, and boots that had been improperly cleaned and cared for.

He had never bothered to clean the skins properly. Why should he bother?

You had been warned numerous times to stay away from him, to avoid him, being told things like "he's insane."

You didn't care. You wanted to help him.

So you went and found him.

He had tried chasing you away, as he did with anyone who dared to step foot into his land.

You were persistent and determined, you didn't give up.

Eventually, Narrander accepted your help.

He expected you to leave as soon as he was "better" and yet you stayed.

You comforted him and stayed with him at his worst of times and at his best.

You never left his side and helped care for him.

His health and hygiene had become much better because of your help.

Although he could now do basic tasks again, such as hunting and cleaning, he still struggled to get out of bed at times.

You never bothered him about it. You stood by and helped him, just as you had done time and time again.

Narrander slept soundly in his sleeping sack with you next to him.

It had been years and eventually, Narrander had taken a liking to you and you had agreed to be his mate (significant other).

Narrander shifted slightly in his sleep and sat up, screaming.

You were instantly awake, your hand on Narrander's shoulder.

"Hey, hey, Narrander. It's okay. You're okay."

You spoke gently as you moved your hand to his back and began gently rubbing.

He lowered his head and began to cry.

You stopped rubbing his back to wrap your arms around him in a hug.

Despite what you've done, and the lengths you took to get him to be at least somewhat okay, he still had nightmares. Even after all the years you've been together.

The nightmares happened every couple of days, the events replaying in his mind every so often. Haunting him as if it were the first day all over again.

You did the best you could with the resources you had. You laid your head on his shoulder.

"Narrander, I'm here."

Sometimes he talked about his nightmares, sometimes he didn't. Tonight would not be one of those nights.

You grabbed a leaf nearby and handed it to him. He blew his nose into it and you wiped your hands gently down his face, drying the tears.

You laid down, and he laid down, his head resting on your shoulder and his arm holding you close.

"Please don't leave me, Y/N."

"I promise you, I won't."

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[suvidrache]

Thull with number 7 🥰

Better Times...

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Word Count: 646 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad | Event List

Warning: depression, loss, and sadness | #JusticeForThull

Thull had it all. He had a mate, and he had a child. He had loved his son, Dari, and Luta, his mate, very much. He had always been Fin-Kedinn's go-to man. His second-in-command. He had always stepped up as the leader of the Ravens when Fin-Kedinn was unable to do so. He was trusted and very good at what he had done. He had helped the clan to move when the time had come to move. He never thought he would lose it all.

An albino boy called himself Dark and beat the odds when he was left for dead by his father in the mountains. Dark was a skilled mage, but needed training. He hadn't hesitated in accepting the invite to the clan. There he had been named mage and remained their mage for many years.

Fin-Kedinn was growing older and his leg injury had hurt him more and more. Thull had still taken charge, as he did every time he was needed.

Then the asteroid hit. It had stripped Thull of his mate and their son. Thull hadn't much time to grieve, as Dark was later appointed to the clan leader. Fin-Kedinn had died sacrificing himself to save Renn and Torak. His family had died and now he wouldn't be the leader. Thull did his best to go on day by day. He helped Dark out the best that he could and when he could. He didn't want to be angry at him. It wasn't his fault. Fin-Kedinn had been the one that made the choice. The one who had replaced Thull with a much younger man. 

Thull sighed as he sat by the river, checking the traps and watching as the water rushed past.

Thull had continued hunting, fishing, and doing what he could to help out the clan. Dark had found a mate before being appointed and so, Dark's reliance on Thull became less and less.

Eventually, you came along. Thull had been rather hard to open up to and get to know. He was hesitant about meeting strangers and welcoming people into his life. He didn't want to feel the pain he had felt years before. He didn't want to be betrayed again. He had to move on.

After several moons (months) of talking, he had warmed up quite a bit. Both of you came closer to one another. It would be many more moons before he finally decided to ask.

"Y/N…" He said with a sigh. He looked anywhere but at you.

You were on the ground, you had been picking berries before Thull had approached you.

He sat down on the ground so that he was no longer standing above you and so you could be face-to-face with one another. He pulled his legs up to his body and rested his arms on his knees. He ran a hand over his face.

Something appeared to be bothering him.

He was glad for the silence, as you hadn't said anything yet. He looked behind him and saw no one. You were both alone. 

His blue eyes stared into yours only for a moment before he looked away again.

"Y/N, would you like to be…" He couldn't do it. He didn't think that he could do it.

He had uttered those words years ago to Luta.

"Y/N, I want you to be my mate." He said in a rather forceful manner.

He ran his hand over his face again. He looked like he was about to cry. His eyes met yours.

"Would you like to be?" His voice changed in various pitches as he spoke. He wasn't upset, not with you. His memories of his past.

"Yes, Thull, I would." You moved from your spot and over to him, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. He buried his face into your shoulder and cried.

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General romance hcs for Akira and Järle please. ~ local pocket dragon is curious,

Romantic Headcanons

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Word Count: 239 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

Featuring: My OCs Akira and Järle (pronounced yar-leigh)

Järle isn't the most romantic person. He just does anything and everything you want him to. Stand up for you because you can't handle confrontation? Done. He loves to fight. Not with you, of course. He enjoys doing what he can to make you happy, which is anything that you want him to do. He wouldn't get you flowers or anything unless you kept glancing at the same ones from time to time. He would get the hint of the subtle behaviors and things that you do. He is quick to pick up on your patterns and behavior, but not as quick as Akira.

Akira would be the type to line your shelter with flowers and do what he could to make things more romantic. Considering it is the stone age and there isn't much to do. He would try his best to do what he could to spice things up with the resources that he has, which may not be much, but he tries his best. Although he doesn't like confrontation and fighting, he would stand up and defend you if you, yourself, couldn't handle it. He doesn't like to see you hurt and with his society being primarily male-dominant, they can face him, man to man, not with you. Unless, of course, you wanted to handle it yourself. He doesn't want to overstep things. He is also one who quickly picks up on your patterns and behaviors.

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Painful Memories

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Warning: mentions of death.

The asteroid hit. No one had seen it coming, and no mages had been warned. Anyone who did see the asteroid? Had died. The Lynx man, who had gathered rabbits from the traps he had laid, saw it but died soon after.

The clans had begun an underground celebration for the season. Something that they often did. Most of the Ravens were gathered there. Luta and Dari were above ground, tending to the shelter and Dari occasionally playing. Dari was only eight summers old. Still a child. Luta and Thull's only child. Those that weren't hit by the asteroid crushing them were incinerated by the flames as it sped toward Stone Age Europe.

Luta looked up and called Dari over to her. He began to run, but he never made it. The asteroid had landed in the Boar Clan camp, killing every single member. Luta and Dari? The flames. There were many other unnamed people and none of those who died had death marks. None of them would be able to be given any. Everyone was either crushed or reduced to ashes. The people underground had felt the thud. The ground trembling from impact. The sound was deafening. Many had hit the ground and covered themselves as they braced for the unknown. Everyone underground was completely fine. They searched, and no one had been hurt. Looking out and seeing the burned world before them. The underground people believed they might just be the only surviving people. It was quickly cleared up as some people from other clans had come, searching to see if others had survived, and if everyone was okay. Thull had heard that no one in the Raven Clan that was above ground had survived. He didn't bother to check. It would only break his heart further. He slowly withdrew from the world as he mourned for the loss of his one and only son, as well as his mate. They had both been his first. His first mate (significant other), his first child, and his first son. They were the first and the only ones that he had. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he sat away from the clan. He didn't want to be a part of whatever may happen next. He didn't have it in him. There was nothing to celebrate nor any reason to celebrate. He had not much time to grieve as the survivors needed food; the food needed to be rationed. There may not be any animals left above ground. No one really knew. Water needed to be collected, so people had something to drink. The cave had fresh, untouched water. There was work to be done and Thull needed to help instead of sitting around. He wasn't the only one grieving. Many had lost their loved ones and friends. He was also next in line for being the clan leader. He helped out when and as best as he could.

When Naiginn threatened the forest, violence, and fear broke out. Thull stepped up to help Fin-Kedinn, who had sacrificed himself to save the world. Fin-Kedinn easily replaced Thull with Dark before his passing. The boy who had been abandoned in the mountains by his own father. Left for dead and expected to never return. Dark from the Swan Clan was Dark the leader and mage of the Raven Clan. All the work and effort Thull had done was for nothing. Thull had asked Dark if he was sure he wanted the entire forest to attend Fin-Kedinn's funeral, and Dark was sure. After all, Fin-Kedinn had been a well-known man and a friend to many. Normally, deaths were reserved for clan members only, but for Fin-Kedinn, an exception would be made. Thull left to let the others know of the fallen Raven leader and that his funeral would be open to anyone. Thull disagreed with the choice, but at the same time, Dark was his leader and what he said goes.

As time went on, Thull continued to grieve for his loved ones. However, it did slowly get better. Although they wouldn't be buried, Thull wanted some sort of remembrance for them. He placed a few painted rocks, one for Luta, and one for Dari, in the Raven Clan bone grounds. When he had free time to do as he pleased. He would frequently visit the stones for Luta and Dari. Sometimes, he would even speak to them. He knew that he shouldn't. They hadn't been given death marks, and their spirits would remain as ghosts. Speaking to them would only summon them and could cause a large problem for the living. Eventually, his visits became less and less. He noticed, though, a flower. It grew right next to the stone of Luta. A yellow one. Luta's favorite color.

He smiled as he saw it and eventually, he never returned as he moved on with his life. He didn't want to continue to live in the past and think about the painful memories that he had.

When you arrived, he hadn't been very open. Preferring to be a private man as he didn't want to feel the loss that he had again, moons ago. He did warm up to you through the moons. It was a slow and steady progress, but eventually, you became closer to one another.

You had found a yellow flower and given it to him as a gift. He looked almost as if he were annoyed and you apologized, thinking that you had upset him. He cried. It was a similar flower to the one by Luta's stone. As time went on, you became mates. Then you learned of his painful memories. The loss and the pain that he had faced. You were there every step of the way. Comforting him and helping him when he was at his lowest and celebrating with him when he was at his best.

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8 with Narrander please 😀

Unholy Thoughts

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Narrander was unusually tall for the Otter Clan people. Many of them were no taller than 175 cm (5'9"). They were all shorter than that. Occasionally, there would be someone as tall, if not taller, but it was unusual for that to happen.

Narrander was well over 182 cm (six feet).

When you both met, he was still suffering from his health issues. The issues he had been suffering from for many years now, on his own, with no one to help and no one to care about him.

You helped to fix him and never gave up.

It was slow and steady progress, but he got better. To this day, he still suffered from the nightmares about his past.

You were shorter than he was and many times he would help you to get things down that were higher up.

He never bothered you about your height. From his time in the Otter Clan, there weren't many that came to the same height as him. There weren't any, actually. None of the Otter Clan members grew to be over the height of 172 cm (5'8").

Another possible reason as to why he was exiled. No one wanted to deal with him.

He wandered the valley with no real purpose until you had found him. Cared for him.

He had waited for moons until he was stable again, to ask you to be his mate (significant other). You accepted, and that was it.

He hasn't tried to make the first move since then. He was nervous and afraid of what you might say. Afraid you didn't actually love him. Or even love him in that way.

He saw the way you looked at him, how you got slightly nervous when he was too close to you. Actually, it wasn't nerves but more of his height difference turning you on.

He had forgotten the word, but he didn't make you nervous.

He sat by the fire, watching the embers crack and glow.

He turned to look back at you. Your back was to him as you tried to hang the meat strips up.

His breathing slowed as your shirt only slightly rose, revealing just the slightest hint of skin.

Narrander turned his head back towards the fire, staring at it as if ashamed to have been caught thinking about such things.

Yet, it was just the two of you in the valley.

You continued to struggle to hang the meat up, but you had finally finished.

You turned around just as a hand pressed against the wooden beam that held your shelter up.

Your eyes slowly traveled up to look at Narrander. His blue eyes met yours.

You gave a small smile, and he looked away.

"Y/N, I like you. I… mean I love you… I…"

"I love you too, Narrander."

Your hands touched his sides and his breathing stopped for just a moment.

He wanted to express his emotions, his feelings, but he couldn't.

He lowered his head, his face in your neck.

You continued to hug him, his breath hot on your neck.

"Y/N…" He said quietly.

You bit your lip as you tried not to giggle at the way his beard tickles your neck.

"Are you okay?" You asked him, hoping your voice wouldn't give.

"Do… Would you like to… mate?"

He said, stumbling over his words. Had he not been by your ear when asking his question, you wouldn’t have heard the ending to his question.

He was slightly embarrassed by his question, but he wanted you.

"Yes, I would." Your hands slipped beneath his jerkin (shirt).

He stood up and removed his jerkin before leaning back down to kiss your neck.

You tilted your head back and his trembling hands worked to undo your belt.

Your hands slowly traveled across his body before sliding further and further down.

Your hands grasped his belt, untying it, and his leggings hit the ground, joining yours.

He stood up as your hands grasped and slowly began to stroke his length. He let out a small moan as his hands worked at getting you off.

Your lips met his neck when he leaned down again and he bit his lip.

Your hands continued their up-and-down motions, tightening and letting go every so often as his hands continued their work on you.

You let out a small moan as you began to cum. His hands grasped your hips as he lifted you and slid himself into you.

Your hands grasped his shoulders as he began to thrust in and out slowly.

Your head tilted back and in that opportunity, Narrander kissed your neck once more.

Your legs around him, your hands on his shoulders, and him deep inside you.

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Detlan is strong, one of the strongest in the Seal Clan, and so you watch in sadness his resent towards his old leg injury wishing he could see past it to his worth. Comfort/fluff

A Painful Past

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Detlan had been the strongest Seal Clan member. Bale and Asrif were his friends.

Together, the three of them would always go fishing.

When an illness hit the island, it took Bale's younger brother.

Detlan had a younger sister, and he was glad she lived. Bale's loss saddened him, and he understood Bale's pain.

The three of them, Bale, Asrif, and Detlan, had headed to the Sea Eagles to trade.

The Sea Eagles lived in an area where the beach connected with the forest. It disgusted the Seal Clan that an islander would dare to mix the forest with the Sea. However, they didn't judge much, as they needed the resources that could only come from the forest.

Torak was Bale's kin, and he had come to the island at one point.

Tenris, the Seal Mage, had convinced them that the only cure for the illness was a root at the top of Eagle Heights.

Bale was the best climber, but he had decided to hang back and help Torak get to the top.

Detlan stayed in the boat and watched as Torak and Asrif tried to get to the top.

Unfortunately, Asrif had taken the wrong path and his harness had been caught.

Detlan watched as Torak grabbed the root when suddenly his boat had been hit.

Detlan screamed out and his mouth filled with water. He had been in the Sea most of his life; he knew how to swim.

He tried to swim to the top, with every movement was agonizing.

He dragged himself across the sand, coughing out water as he did. He rolled over and laid on his back, resting a moment as tears rolled down his cheeks. He wiped his tears away with the back of his hand and sat up.

His ankle was very obviously broken. He would be lucky if he could ever walk again.

No one knew what had caused the Hunter (Orca) to act out like that. They typically avoided people.

Unless their young had been hurt.

Tenris would keep that secret until the very end. He had killed the Hunter's baby, and the mother was out for revenge, trying to find her baby or the man who had killed her child.

Bale and Asrif had hauled Detlan into one of their boats. There was no saving his. They brought him back to the Seal Islands and took him to the mage.

He was told that he would never be able to walk again, not without crutches. Since he couldn't walk, he was now left to do what the women did every day: cook, clean, and take care of the children, while the men did the hunting and fishing.

Detlan was a very friendly guy, and he waved so hard he had nearly fallen over when Torak left.

Detlan's little sister was happy that Detlan could spend more time with her. He wouldn't have to leave every morning like he used to.

Detlan began to become sad over the inability to use his ankle. He couldn't walk without the crutches and now, he was like one of the women: forbidden to leave the island.

He wanted to fish again, to be in a boat, to hang out with his friends like he used to.

He couldn't and while his friends did interact with him from time to time, it still wasn't the same. It seemed to him as if they were treating him differently now.

You watched as Detlan slowly went from being a happy person to a sad one.

You knelt as Detlan worked at washing the clothes, tears streaming down his face. Occasionally, he would wipe them away. The ones that weren't wiped dripped into the clean, fresh water. 

You put your hand on Detlan's shoulder and he stopped working. 

You wrapped your arms around him and he dropped the items in his hands to wrap his arms around you.

You weren't sure what to say or to do that could make the situation any better, but you knew that you wanted to make him feel better.

"I wish my ankle would stop hurting…" He said with a sigh as he went back to washing the clothes.

"It will one day. You know you're doing a good job."

He stopped working and looked at you. No one had ever told him that, not since he had been injured.

"What?"

"You're doing a good job."

"How so?"

"Well, without you, we wouldn't be able to get the fruits from trees, carry, or lift heavy things."

Detlan looked down at the fresh water and gave a small smile.

He nodded and thanked you.

"You're welcome." You said as you stood and gave his shoulder a gentle pat.

Slowly, day by day, you would help to work up Detlan's confidence and help him to feel better. It would take some time, but you weren't going to give up on him.

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New Relations

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The island clans had no way of gaining resources to live other than training with the Sea Eagle clan.

Bale had woken up early and headed out to sea. It would be a long journey to trade with the Sea Eagles. After all, the Sea Eagles lived a day away. Oftentimes, the Sea Eagles would meet the Seals halfway. However, today it was different.

He waited and watched, listening to the sounds of the waves, the sounds of the birds and ocean animals as they called out around him.

Bale kept his eyes on the treeline in the distance. Yet, there was nothing.

He waited a little, but he couldn't continue to wait long.

He began to paddle closer and closer to shore.

Eventually, he reached the Sea Eagles' former camp.

There was nothing, only the remains of what used to be.

He looked around. He was unfamiliar with the forest and the camp.

He slowly stepped closer to the trees. He didn't want to cause trouble and be in a place he shouldn't be, but his clan needed some things.

Things that only came from the forest.

He was about to turn back when he stopped.

He had thought he had seen something.

You have lived in the forest all your life, and for some reason, animals were attracted to you.

You would be walking around and suddenly an animal would walk up to you, unafraid.

There was something different about you. Normally animals would run at the sight of humans, but none ran from you.

You did develop a language of sorts with them. They understood you and you understood them.

You had been checking the traps when a deer walked up to you. You looked at it and it made a noise.

You looked behind you and saw nothing. You rose from your spot and followed the deer.

It had led you to the edge of the forest but would go no further.

You looked out past the tree line, seeing the beach and the remains of the Sea Eagle camp.

They had moved their camp a while back for winter. The beach was their summer camp.

A tall man stood on the beach, looking into the forest. He seemed almost confused or lost. You knew by his clothes and the patch of animal skin on his shoulder that he was an islander.

You stepped out of the trees as he looked at you.

"What is that thing?" He asked as he pointed behind you.

"A deer." You said, smiling as you looked at him.

"Oh… um, I'm here looking for the Sea Eagles. I'm Bale from the Seal Clan."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Y/N, from [clan name]. The Sea Eagles moved for the winter. Maybe I can help you?"

"I was looking for some items for my clan. Do you have any wood or rope?"

"Yeah, follow me!" You said as you turned and began to head into the forest.

Bale hesitated for a moment. He couldn't leave his boat behind, but he couldn't arrive empty-handed for the trade. The items for the trade were in his boat and he couldn't carry both.

He grabbed the bundle of fish and hurried after you.

Every so often, you would stop to talk to one of the animals that came over to you.

"Does that always happen?" He asked as he looked down at you.

You were crouching and petting a bunny.

"What?"

"The whole animals showing up and you… speaking to them?" He wasn't sure that "speaking" was the right word, but it didn't seem to be a normal behavior for animals and people.

"Yeah, I'm not sure why, but I get along with most creatures like this."

He nodded and smiled a small smile as he remembered you and the deer earlier.

"We should probably get going." He said as he looked up, hoping he could see what time it was, but to no avail. He wasn't used to the forest and the way the light hit the trees.

Unfortunately for him, he would have to stay an extra day before returning home.

"The Sea Eagles are pretty far away. Are you sure you want to trade with them?"

"I'll trade whoever can get me some good wood for our tools."

You nodded at his statement and led him to your clan.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"You're welcome."

Bale completed his trade with your clan. Unfortunately, due to the setting sun, he would have to stay before heading out.

While he stayed, he chose to stay near you, speaking and getting to know you better. He would occasionally speak to the other clan members if they spoke to him first.

When early morning came, Bale woke up and began to get ready to head out. He had a question to ask you before he left.

It wasn't long before you showed up.

"Hey, Y/N… Would you like to live with me on the island?"

You smiled, "Yes, I would."

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Indecision

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Warning: mentions of injuries

Song: You're Losing Me by Taylor Swift

Detlan lay awake as the waves of the sea crashed against the beach. He whimpered and rolled over. His ankle was hurting him. It was a pulsating pain. He didn't want to wake you. It was another sleepless night for him, and he had woken you several times throughout the previous nights. He moved his legs up to him, slowly, as he didn't want to worsen the pain. You lay sound asleep next to him, oblivious to the things happening behind you. Detlan straightened his leg, trying to do something, anything, that would get the pain to stop. He sat up and screamed out from the pain. He pushed himself away, his hands helping to slide him out of his sleeping sack. He lay down; the screams continuing as he hurt worse and worse. He rolled from side to side.

You sat up and quickly grabbed your knife. Your eyes narrowed in the darkness. You looked around for whatever thing had come into your shelter. You saw nothing but Detlan. You set your knife down and quickly made some pain medicine. You placed a hand on his shoulder and he grunted. Tears were streaming down his eyes as he sat up and quickly took the medicine from you.

"Do you want me to try to relocate it again?"

"Do whatever…" He said breathing heavily. "Just please make the pain stop."

You unwound the bandages from his ankle and you slowly shifted the foot. He screamed out. Detlan had been injured by a hunter (orca). It had slammed into his boat, tossing him into some rocks, and shattering his ankle. Tenris had done little to treat Detlan's ankle. He simply did not care enough. Although you weren't a mage, you had helped Detlan a lot more than Tenris had done.

You shifted his ankle yet again, hoping that this time the bones would properly align. You heard some noises and the ankle would not move any further. You blinked and slowly rolled his foot. It was probably something you shouldn't have done, but his ankle moved just fine. His foot was unable to be moved previously. Detlan was out. You sat beside him for a while until you grew tired and laid down to sleep. You put a comforting hand on his side as you drifted to sleep.

When morning came, Detlan sat up. You looked up at him.

"Are you okay?"

"I… I think I'm okay… I just wish I could fish again…"

You sat up and wrapped your arms around him.

"Maybe one day you can."

"No, I was told I could never walk again."

"You were also left untreated with a broken ankle. You're a great person, Detlan, don't be so hard on yourself. I believe in you."

Detlan sniffled and smiled. He looked at the ground, not wanting you to see his face.

You kissed his cheek and gently wiped his tears away.

"You're a great mate (significant other). I love you."

"Thank you, Y/N. I love you too."

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# Chiropractor For Maheegun

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Maheegun would not want to go see the chiropractor. He's fine. It was simply a "minor" fall. Okay, maybe two falls…

Still, he is not going to see the chiropractor.

He would be hesitant to even see the doctor. He's fine.

Anyway, that can help him at home. He's fine with it. Ice, heat, sleeping in different positions, or anything else. Taking over-the-counter pain medicine.

He's doing anything and trying anything to help relieve his pain before he sees the doctor.

If, after several days, it continues to hurt. He will see the doctor first.

He doesn't want to get injured or die from seeing the chiropractor.

Even though the statistics are small in death and injury. He… he'll wait until it's necessary.

If the doctor recommends it, then he'll go.

If the doctor cannot help, he'll wait a few days before going to see a chiropractor. Hoping the pain would have left before now.

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[suvidrache]

Maheegun 🐺 with number 9 😊

Time For Retirement

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Warning: takes place in today's times.

Maheegun had woken up early. It was usual for him to be up early, but never this early. He sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. The blankets were a crumpled mess as you lay fast asleep. Maheegun looked at the window before standing and stretching. It was closed. Of course it was. He stepped closer to the window and pulled the curtain back just enough so he could peer outside. There was nothing. You lived in a cabin by a lake in the middle of the woods. Maheegun had picked the place. You had no issues with it. It left the both of you some peace and quiet away from the city and crime. Maheegun stepped into the bathroom. There wasn't much light emitted from the tiny nightlight, but some light was better than none. Maheegun stood and looked into the mirror. He had long black hair reaching down to his shoulders, and the sides of his head were shaved and dyed red. His beard was slightly long, not much longer than his collarbone. His high cheekbones were dotted with two lines of blue-grey dots. His Wolf Clan tattoos, he was the leader of them. Normally, he was tawny. However, he had felt sick and had been sick all night. Finally, he found a few hours of sleep before waking up early. He was unusually pale. The dark circles faint around his eyes.

He walked to the shower and turned the water on. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He couldn't wait for the shower to heat up, but he did, as he didn't want to worsen his sickness. He never slept with clothes on, so he had nothing to worry about when the water became warm and he stepped inside. He let the water run hot, steaming up the bathroom, feeling the fire hit his back. He slowly, very slowly, washed himself off before just standing and letting the water pour down around him. He knew he shouldn't be so careless as to waste the water, but for now, he did not care.

When he was done, he stepped outside the shower, slipped, and hit the ground. He lay there, his eyes closed, and he thought about just waiting until you showed up. He was naked, wet, and cold. He didn't know how long it would be before you showed up. He placed a hand in a puddle on the ground. He started to help himself up off the ground, his back hurt. He didn't know if he could even do it. His day had only just begun, and it was off to a terrible start.

You had heard and felt the thud of something that fell. You could only guess it must be Maheegun. However, you hadn't heard him calling for you. Regardless, you got up and knocked on the bathroom door before opening it up. Maheegun lay in a puddle of water.

"Maheegun! Are you okay?"

"No, I fell and I can't get up."

You walked over to him and reached a hand down to him. He grabbed on and you helped to pull him off the ground.

"Come on, let's get you to bed."

"I need to dry off."

"I'll get you a towel, but let's get you to bed so that you don't slip and fall again."

He held firmly onto you as you walked him slowly back over to the bed. He sat down slowly. Every step had been agonizing and every movement only hurt him further. Other than the obvious pain, he was alright. You walked back into the bathroom and grabbed pain medicine, water, some crackers, and a towel. You gave him the medicine and while he was taking it, you began to dry him off. You were careful when drying off his back, not wanting to hurt him further. Maheegun lay down on his side in the bed. His eyes closed in pain, and it wasn't long before he drifted to sleep.

You covered his naked frame in a blanket. You would worry about changing the sheets and blankets later. You went downstairs and made yourself some breakfast, hoping Maheegun would let you know if he needed anything. However, it was unlikely. He didn't like to yell, and he never bothered with his phone. He had hundreds of unread messages that he somehow managed to see without even opening the notification. He always responded in person and never over the phone.

He woke up just before lunch, his back was still as sore as ever, and his head was pounding. He stood shakily, and he made just a few steps. His hand rested on the window ledge. He grabbed his staff and used it to help himself walk. He made his way over to the closet and grabbed his boxers and pants before going over to the bed and sitting to dress. You were somewhere in the house and he wouldn't bother you. He was breathing heavily after he finished dressing. He didn't bother with a shirt. He knew he wouldn't be able to dress his upper half. He placed a hand on the right side of his hairy chest. His heart was racing. He didn't want to be confined to the house. He walked for miles and miles every day. He didn't want to take a break over just a minor injury.

Maheegun kept his hand on his chest before lowering it and waiting a minute, letting his heart settle down before he tried to rise. He walked slowly, very slowly, outside the room. He stopped when he got to the stairs. He went to take a step down when he missed and slid down the rest of the stairs. He lay there while you didn't hesitate to put your book aside and race towards him.

"Maheegun…" you whispered while Maheegun's eyes stayed shut.

He was again fine, just aside from the obvious.

You waited for Maheegun to do something or to say something, but he did nothing but cry from the pain that he was in. You tried your best to be gentle as you helped him up off the ground and to the couch. He sat down with his legs up on the ottoman. He wouldn't bother with his walk. Not with the way the day had turned out to be, and it was only noon.

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