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zvaigzdelasas · 8 months

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A furious diplomatic spat between Israel and the United Nations has broken out, with Israeli officials calling for the resignation of Secretary General Antonio Guterres after he said Hamas’ October 7 attacks on the country “did not happen in a vacuum.” At a Security Council meeting, Guterres called for a humanitarian ceasefire on Tuesday amid the deepening crisis in Gaza, and told the Security Council that “clear violations of international humanitarian law” are being witnessed. He called Hamas’ October 7 murder and kidnap rampage “appalling,” and said “nothing can justify the deliberate killing, injuring and kidnapping of civilians, or the launching of rockets against civilian targets.” “It is important to also recognize the attacks by Hamas did not happen in a vacuum,” Guterres said. “The Palestinian people have been subjected to 56 years of suffocating occupation. They have seen their land steadily devoured by settlements and plagued by violence; their economy stifled; their people displaced and their homes demolished.”[...]

His comments angered Israeli Foreign Minister Eli Cohen, who was in the chamber as Guterres spoke. “In what world do you live?” said Cohen. “Definitely, this is not our world.” Writing on social media later, Cohen said that “after the October 7th massacre, there is no place for a balanced approach. Hamas must be erased off the face of the planet!” Israel’s ambassador to the United Nations, Gilad Erdan, called on Guterres to resign, saying he had “expressed an understanding for terrorism and murder.” Then, on Wednesday, Erdan said his country will block visas for United Nations officials. It had already rejected an application by the UN Under-Secretary-General for Humanitarian Affairs and Emergency Relief Coordinator, Martin Griffiths, Erdan told the Israeli Army Radio channel. “It’s time we teach them a lesson,” added Erdan.[...]

In an effort to “set the record straight,” Guterres said Wednesday he was “shocked by misinterpretations by some of my statement yesterday in the Security Council – as if I was was justifying acts of terror by Hamas.”[...]

But Guterres did not back away from his Tuesday call for a ceasefire, or from his nod towards the historical treatment of Palestinians. The main United Nations agency working in Gaza said it would be forced to halt its operations by Wednesday evening due to a lack of fuel, with the territory having faced days of airstrikes and near-total blockade following the Hamas attacks. Efforts in the UN to endorse a ceasefire have so far been scuppered, with the US vetoing a draft resolution raised by Brazil last week.

Secretary of State Antony Blinken on Tuesday told the agency that “humanitarian pauses must be considered” to allow aid to reach civilians in Gaza, though he notably avoided the phrase “ceasefire.”[...]

The World Health Organization meanwhile reiterated calls on Tuesday for a ceasefire, saying it is “unable to distribute fuel and essential, life-saving health supplies to major hospitals in northern Gaza due to lack of security guarantees.” Six hospitals in Gaza have been forced to shut due to a lack of fuel, WHO added.

There's literally no (0 (zero)) purchase gained by equivocating w these people btw. It is in fact seen as weakness [25 Oct 23]

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guzzlingplastic111 · 6 months

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~That you weren't mine~

MINORS DNI !!

One bed trope- enemies to lovers- forced proximity?

Anyways- lesbian smut-fingering- reader is in charge for my domming w/w out there

Also- don't come at me, I haven't written smut in a PHAT minute so ya'll 🫣

You and Kit had practically been enemies since you were five. You loathed each other for some reason that now, as you grew older couldn’t remember. You would have gotten over it if kit weren’t the cockiest princess known to mankind.

She was a great swordsman which only added onto her giant list of reason why she believed she was the best-person-ever-who-literally-had-soooo-much-talent. You hated every time your parents forced you to go visit her kingdom for “diplomatic appearances” to prove that both kingdoms were friends.

And every time you were with Kit, she somehow managed to send you back home in a fury, fists clenched with the annoyance and frustration of her remarks.

So it wasn’t really all that different when you went to visit for the who knows now many time. You both however, managed to get through dinner without a single squabble that both sets of parents had begun to believe that your childish antics were finally coming to an end.

Their wishes had lasted for only so long, that as when you both exited the dining hall, the spell of your silence had broken. Kit managed to start it this time, asking with a snarky tone how your search for a suitor was going, somehow managing to add in that you were a intolerbable troll and oh- who would ever want to marry you?

You bit back saying that her head was so far up her ass that her ego was so much larger an all of the men’s egos combined from both yours nd her kingdoms. Jade howeverr, finally had enough od the arguing between you both- a migraine that always seemed to return every time you two got together. So- Jade came up with an idea- one that she believed to be great.

That night, when you were getting ready for bed, Kit opened your door, slightly confused to find you already in there.

“What do you want?” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“I-um,” Kit began “um- Jade told me one of the maids accidentally set my bed on fire and that this room would be available for me to sleep in,”

She couldn’t concetrate on her words, her eyes falling towards your slightly unbuttoned shirt that you were clearly in the middle of putting on.

“Well this is my room. I'm staying here for the night. You can go find another room,” you spat.

Kit made a face before turning to open the door to leave, only to find that it was locked. “Well shit”

“Well shit what?” You asked, joining her side as you tried the door only to find that it was locked. You frowned “the door must have gotten stuck. I call the bed, you can sleep on the floor for all I care.”

Kit gasped at your words “no way am I sleeping on the floor. You can!”

You turned around before poking a finger at her chest “Kit, I am your guest here. I sleep in the damn bed,”

You went to lay down on the bed, proving your point. Kit watched you for a moment, as you snuggled yourself in the middle of the bed, a smirk on your face. Kit only rolled her eyes and laid down next to you, her small spot on the edge of the bed. You frowned in disgust.

“What are you doing?” You snapped.

“I’m laying down,” Kit replied before digging her elbow into your ribs for you to move over “move over, I wont be able to sleep with such little room.”

“This is my bed, im not moving,” you crossed your arms

“Technically- I own this bed, I own everything in this castle. Move over or I’ll have to sleep on top of you.”

“I’m not moving, Kit.” you frowned “You were the one who decided to bother me in my room and now you are stuck in here. Whose fault is that?”

Kit didn’t respond. Instead, she rolled over to where she was onto of you. Her legs were straddling the sides of your body while her face hovered over yours. For a moment, you could have sworn you saw her eyes drift down to your lips before bouncing back up to your eyes. She gave you a lazy smile.

“I guess this is going to have to do since you wont move over.”

“Get off of me!” you tried to shove her off, but her hands were planted on either side of your head, keeping her upright. you felt your heart race at how close kit was to you, how she was practically onto of you. Your skin warmed at the feeling and you tried to move your legs.

“You may hate me,” Kit leaned down, whispering in your ear as her warm breath brushed against your neck “but I believe your body thinks differently.”

You parted your lips trying to form a sentence but your body was too overwhelmed. The warmth of her breath on your neck seemed to have made your brain short circuit. The only thing that came out of your mouth was a shuddering breath.

You felt Kit smirk against your ear before she leaned down and kissed your neck. there was nothing that you could do with her body onto of yours- not that you wanted to do anything. Your body was filled with a warmth from where her lips had touched your skin. Kit continued to make her way down your neck, stopping to leave a little mark above your collar bone.

A involuntary groan left your lips, body falling limp in the bed as you eyes fluttered for a moment. In that moment, you couldn’t remember why you had hated her so much, you could only think about how good her lips felt on you.

“Kit,” you panted, hesitantly reaching up to grasp at her hair.

“Are you sure you still hate me?’ Kit mumbled against your skin.

“I…I dont think I ever did,” you responded as you pushed her off of you and rolled onto of her.

Being on top of kit was a sight that you even thought you’d see. But you spent a few seconds marveling at how her flushed face looked against the pillow, her short locks splayed around her head. You shifted yourself on her, trying to fix your legs when your hips brushed against hers. Kit let out a sigh, eyelids almost drooping shut from the feeling.

You cupped the sides of her face and kissed her gently, only for kit to grasp at your hips and kiss you back more passioanlty. It seemed as if she had been wanting to kiss you for such a long time- all of her thoughts and feelings had been conveyed into the kiss, groaning as you ran your teeth along her bottom lip.

You quickly moved to kiss her neck as kit bit down on her lip, noises threatening to spill past her lips. A loud sigh left her as you found the sensitive spot on her neck. You stayed in that spot, running your teeth over the area before licking it to soothe the pain. While you did that, you slowly traced your fingers up kit’s arm. She shuddered from your touch.

“Do you like that?” You whispered against her skin.

Kit could only nod, biting down on her lip before a whimper escaped. You smiled at the mess that you had managed to reduce her to. You moved your hand up to her face before you looked up at her.

“I need to hear you say it, Kit.”

She nodded, trying to summon the willpower to speak. Her body was too overwhelmed from your touch and she felt like she was dreaming again. Ever since you had arrived to her kingdom after years of being apart, kits eyes had never left you.

You can come back stronger and more dignified than you were the last time she had seen you but then you both had only been kids. Now, not had you only grown to be more breath taking- but there was something about your maturing personality that drew her in and kept her hooked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

I kissed at her lips as my fingers hovered over her waistband “is this okay?”

“Ye-yeah, yes, please”

You shuddered at how desperate she became, the begging in her voice forced a soft moan out of you. you moved yourself off of her. With her permission, you ran your fingers down her pants and between her thighs, teasingly touching her. Kit bit her lip as her head fell back against the pillows. Her breathing was becoming short and messy with the desperation to feel you.

Her hips chased your touch, a moan rolling past her lips. You giggled from the sound she made before pressing a finger too her lips.

“Shh,” you breathed against her mouth “can’t have anyone hearing us.”

You slid a hand over her mouth, using that as a shield from the sounds you so deseralty wanted o hear. But something turned you on with the risk of being heard, with the forcefulness of having her moan into your hand sent something stirring inside of you.

You dragged your pointer finger along her cunt. Kit arched her back, eyes practically rolling to the back of her head when you slowly inserted them into her wet pussy, half finished moans being spat into your hand. you moved your thumb along the top of her clit, seeking to create a wave of pleasure rolling through her. While you covered her mouth with one hand and the other in her pants, you leaned over to kiss at her neck, finding the same sensitive spot as before, running your teeth over it.

She withered underneath you, bucking her hips to create the friction that you were teasingly building up with a slow pace. Kit whined your name into your hand, practically begging for you to speed up.

Once you did, she let out a shuddering moan. Her hands were in your hair, pulling softly at the roots in an attempt to ground herself from the stinging pleasure building up inside of her.

“You’re doing so good,” you praised, eyes rolling over her body and the messy state she was in as you pulled away from her. Your fingers sped up, kit’s hips rolling to meet the same pace and you could tell by the rapid breathing and frequent noises that she was getting close.

Kit said something against your hand and you moved it away from her mouth.

“I-i think I’m-“ she gasped, cut off by a groan.

You could feel her clench around your fingers as you leaned in to kiss her lips once more before whispering “come for me, baby”

You forgot to put your hand back over her mouth, letting kit moan loudly as she came, her body sagging with relief as you kissed her forehead.

“You did so good,” you whispered giants her neck.

Her breathing slowly came back to a normal pace, her hair wild and clung to the sides of her face damp with sweat. Kit reached up to kiss you, lips warm and swollen.

“I never hated you” kit whispered “I hated how I couldn’t have you.”

“Well now you do,” you whispered back, stroking back a strand of her hair.

#hazel callahan #kit tanthalos #hazel callahan x you #kit tanthalos x reader #willow series #willow 2022 #lesbian #wlw #wlw smut #hazel callahan x reader #ruby cruz #dom!reader

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don-lichterman · 2 years

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Diplomatic spat erupts between Balkan rivals Serbia, Croatia

BELGRADE, Serbia (AP) — Diplomatic tensions soared Sunday between Balkan rivals Serbia and Croatia after Croatia refused to allow a private visit by Serbia’s populist president to the site of a World War II concentration camp where tens of thousands of Serbs were killed by pro-Nazi authorities in Croatia. Croatia’s authorities said they learned about the planned visit to the Jasenovac camp by…

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#Aleksandar Vucic #Balkan #Croatia #Diplomatic #Erupts #Europe #government and politics #rivals #Serbia #Spat #World News

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its-avalon-08 · 1 month

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cracks in my armor (mw6)

(this is one of my favorite ever requests, i thoroughly enjoyed writing this. thank u sm <3)

the air in the red bull cooldown room thrummed with a tension thicker than the celebratory champagne showers outside. y/n, still strapped into her helmet, glared daggers at mark webber across the room. the brazilian grand prix had delivered a 1-2 finish for red bull, y/n taking a dominant first with mark trailing a frustrated second.

jenson button, the ever-diplomatic test and reserve driver, attempted to lighten the mood. "well, that was quite a show out there, folks! didn't think the paint would stay on those cars after all that battling." mark grunted, not looking up from his phone. y/n slammed her helmet on the table, the force making jenson flinch. "show?" she spat. "more like a fight with a toddler throwing a tantrum because he's leaving his favorite toy behind."

mark's head snapped up, his blue eyes blazing with a flicker of something y/n couldn't decipher. "easy there, sunshine. don't get ahead of yourself. this isn't about you." y/n's jaw clenched. "isn't it? you couldn't stand being outshone again, could you? that's why you're quitting. ego bruised beyond repair by a little competition."

"oh, spare me the dramatics," mark countered, his voice tight. "it's not about ego. it's about moving on." "moving on to what?" y/n pressed, a tremor in her voice betraying a vulnerability she tried to hide. "because it sure as hell isn't another team." a beat of tense silence hung in the air. jenson, sweat beading on his forehead, cleared his throat. "maybe we should, uh, give them some space, guys?" he cast a helpless look at the camera crew, who were dutifully capturing every barb.

y/n ignored him, her gaze locked on mark. "what is it, mark? why the sudden change of heart? you always said formula one was your life." mark looked away, his jaw clenched. "things change," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "not that much," y/n insisted, her voice cracking slightly. "unless there's something else you're not telling me." the accusation hung heavy in the air.

mark finally met her gaze, his blue eyes swirling with a storm of emotions. "there's plenty i'm not telling you," he said roughly, his voice laced with a hidden pain. "but it has nothing to do with you." 

y/n scoffed, but the spark of defiance seemed to falter. "convenient. of course the mighty fucking australian can't deal with answering a simple questions. now why did i expect any differently?" she said with a snide tone. "leave me alone y/l/n. honest to god before i say something i'll regret" he mumbled, turning away. "oh fuck no. you don't get to act like we haven't been fighting for the same oppurtinty, like i haven't suffered the same pain of competion," she yelled.  

"YOU will NEVER understand the pain of yearning and fighting for something that will never truly be yours. no matter how hard you fucking try," mark shouted infuriated. silence descended once more, heavy and suffocating. the air crackled with unspoken words and a tension that went far beyond competition. jenson shifted uncomfortably, the weight of their unspoken feelings pressing down on him.

just then, the door to the room burst open, revealing christian horner, the red bull team principal, with a thunderous expression on his face. even the seasoned jenson flinched at the icy aura. the room fell silent, the weight of horner's presence pressing down on them. horner took a long look at the scene, taking in the red-faced drivers, the overturned chair, and the cameras filming the entire debacle. a slow, humorless smile spread across his face. "well," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "this is certainly one way to make headlines."

y/n and mark both looked away, shame flickering across their faces. the victory that had tasted so sweet just moments ago was now a bitter pill. the weight of their actions, captured for the world to see, settled heavily upon them. the cooldown room, once a place of celebration, now echoed with the deafening silence of a fractured team and something left unsaid.

the celebratory party in the red bull hospitality suite throbbed with a forced energy. y/n stood by the window, the cityscape of são paulo a glittering blur against the ache in her heart. every shared laugh, every raised champagne flute felt like a mockery of the raw emotions that had ripped through the cooldown room earlier.

finally, she couldn't take it anymore. with a deep breath, she excused herself and made her way down the hall, stopping at mark's designated suite. it took a moment to gather her courage, knuckles rapping tentatively against the door. silence. she rapped again, this time a little firmer. the door creaked open, revealing a weary mark, surprise flickering in his blue eyes.

"y/n?" he rasped, his voice raw. "can i come in?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. he stepped aside, and y/n entered, the door clicking shut behind her. the air crackled with tension, a stark contrast to the cheerful music filtering in from the party down the hall.

mark gestured to the couch, but y/n remained standing. "what did you mean?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tremor in her heart. mark's gaze dropped to his hands. "i..." he stammered, his voice thick with emotion. "i shouldn't have said that. it wasn't about the race." y/n pressed on, her voice gaining strength. "then what was it about, mark?" he looked up at her then, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that stole her breath. "it was about..." he hesitated, then blurted out, "it was about you."

the words hung heavy in the air. y/n's mind reeled. "me?" she whispered, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

mark took a step closer, his voice a low rumble. "for years, y/n. i've..." he stopped, his jaw clenched. "you've what?" she prompted, her voice barely audible. "i've had feelings for you," he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. "but i never thought i'd deserve someone like you. so talented, so beautiful, so damn brilliant." his voice cracked. "you were always out of reach."

y/n's breath caught in her throat. the truth, raw and unexpected, hit her like a wave. all this time, the constant bickering, the simmering tension, it wasn't just competition. it was a poorly disguised dance around unspoken feelings. "mark," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "i never thought..." "don't," he interrupted, his hand reaching out to gently cup her face. "it doesn't matter now. i'm leaving."

the reminder of his departure sent a fresh wave of pain through her. "but what if..." she trailed off, her gaze locked on his. he searched her eyes, a flicker of hope battling the resignation in his gaze. "what if what?" "what if i feel the same way?" she confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush. "maybe i didn't understand before, but i do now. i..." she faltered, then whispered, "i think i'm in love with you too, mark."

the weight of her confession hung in the air for a beat, then a slow smile spread across mark's face. it was a smile filled with relief, disbelief, and a joy that mirrored her own. before either of them could speak further, the gap between them closed. the kiss was slow, hesitant at first, then deepening as emotions they'd kept bottled up for so long came bursting forth. it was a kiss filled with longing, with unspoken apologies, and with the promise of a future they could now dare to dream of. when they finally broke apart, breathless and shaky, a new understanding shone in their eyes. the race, the fight, the angry outburst – it all paled in comparison to the truth they had finally confessed.

suddenly, a muffled thump came from the window ledge, followed by a low hiss. y/n and mark whipped around, startled. "what was that?" y/n whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. mark cautiously approached the window, his hand instinctively reaching for something that wasn't there. he peered out, then his eyes widened comically.

"oh my god," he breathed. y/n joined him, peering out the window. there, sprawled on the small balcony outside, were jenson button and fernando alonso, their faces contorted in a mixture of relief, amusement, and mild discomfort.

"busted!" jenson groaned, throwing his hands up in defeat. fernando, ever the pragmatist, simply rolled his eyes. "took you long enough, you two." y/n and mark stared at them, speechless for a moment. then, y/n burst into laughter, a genuine, joyful sound that echoed through the room. mark, the blush creeping up his neck, joined in, the tension melting away.

"you were spying on us?" y/n exclaimed, wiping a tear from her eye.

jenson sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "well, not exactly spying. we just... happened to be enjoying the view and, uh, things escalated a bit." fernando snorted. "don't listen to him, he tripped over a potted plant and dragged me down with him." y/n and mark exchanged a look, then burst into laughter again. the awkwardness was gone, replaced by a shared sense of camaraderie. "well, congratulations you two," jenson said, a genuine smile spreading across his face. " fucking finally!"

"about bloody time," fernando echoed, raising a nonexistent glass in a toast.

y/n and mark grinned at each other, the weight of unspoken feelings finally lifted. as the sounds of the party drifted in from down the hall, a new kind of celebration bloomed – not just for their newfound love, but for the hilarious, unexpected way their friends had discovered it. the night, once filled with tension, now promised laughter, love, and a future brighter than any trophy.

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dailyadventureprompts · 5 months

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Villain: Mavros Arator, Voice of the Ascendant

The demagogues seem everywhere these days, putting their words to the tune of the populace's nebulous worries: this week it's the impiety of the realm's leaders, last week it was the barbarians infringing on the borders, before that it was the decaying morality of the youth. It's the same old song, just with new lyrics to fit with the times. No one's sure just when the crescendo will hit or how, but everyone who's been paying attention know they're going to try to bring the whole house down when it does.

Setup: A charismatic figure has risen to prominence channelling discontent in the wake of an unfavourable war. As a gifted orator and veteran of a conflict remembered for being more "glorious", the words of Mavros Arator carry weight with both the military and common people. He agitates on behalf of those who resent the diplomatic capitulations used to secure peace in a losing war his own rulers started, and argues for a revival of "national spirit" to strengthen the homeland so it does not allow such a disgraceful defeat to happen again.

What separates Mavros from any other blowhard protofascist is the fact that he's looking to summon a demon to purge his homeland of those unsympathetic to his cause. Scoured clean of all those unwilling to fight and die and obey, he and the other true believers will form an unstoppable army that will march out under the banner of conquest to settle at spearpoint every historical grievance in the realm's long history.

It's up to the party to stop this instigator and the hatemob he's made of their neighbours before he enacts his plan and ends up ascending to full dark lord status.

Background: Mavros loved his homeland, as a young man he went to war to defend it, spent decades bleeding for it, and that love endured even after his homeland spat him out with nothing but a soldier's pension and a lifetime of traumas he had no words to explain.

That was the point of course, empires are built on the back of men like Mavros, shaped from their earliest days to believe that their homeland is singularly great and beset by threats on all sides, or that war is the measure by which a son may prove his faith and loyalty rather than an enterprise made to expand the holdings of the powers that be.

The problem for those powers is that Mavros didn't die like he was supposed to, he soldiered on driven by a manic dedication that persisted despite his comrades getting scythed down around him. When he was too old for soldiering he turned to having a family, raising four boys and feeding them one after another into the waiting jaws of his nation.

A man less ardent in his love of home, less firm in his faith might have wavered when they brought the first of his sons' bloody helmets back in lieu of a body. He might have seen how his virtues, his loyalty, had been abused by those above him, made him question the justness of the wars and conquests and pain he had been apart of. instead that loss, made him open to change. Instead Mavros's convictions deepened, and by the time of his third son's death he had become so entrenched in the pit of his beliefs that he had unearthed a new truth: He loved his homeland, it was just being held back by the people who didn't love it enough.

It was deep in that pit where Mavros first heard the whispering of Diridaxx, the fiend known to diabolists as "He who claws from below". In ages past the demon was said to prey upon the weak, wicked, and impious, before clashing with an ancient hero and being struck down with a blow so divinely empowered that it not only buried the fiend deep underground but reduced him to ash along the way, depriving him of the strength required to ever escape. The depths of Mavros's despair and his own desire to see those "less thans" cleared from his home formed a connection between man and demon: first dreams, then visions, then a pact. Influence in exchange for escape, followed by victory in exchange for slaughter. The fact that the hero of the old myth happened to be one of the founders of the realm that handed Mavros's own homeland its recent defeat was just icing on the cake.

Adventure Hooks:

The party is likely to encounter Mavros's influence long before the man himself, as thugs, opportunists, and grifters look to take advantage of the post-war unrest to raise their place in the world and make good on his words. A troop of discontented soldiers may be shaking down travlers on the road as an unofficial "toll" to repay their service , while an enterprising merchant might stoke xenophobia to turn townsfolk against a competitor of forign origin.

It'll take more than speeches and random acts of violence to summon Diridaxx from the pit, it will take sacrifice. (un)Luckily for Mavros, he's been sacrificing all his life, and all that is required is a bit of occult-recontextualization to turn the deaths of his sons into a ritual years in the making. With fiend's magic his follower's resources at his command, it's only a matter of time before he gathers the bones of his three dead sons (and their haplessly dutiful surviving brother,) from their resting place in foreign lands and cremates them, suffusing their pyresmoke with Diridaxx's own noxious essence.

If you want to add another big bad to the mix and given similar themes of would be tyranny and xenophobia, consider checking out my genocidal fallen angel villain: Insiyah who could be very easily be using Mavros as her agent, or working alongside him to bring about his vision.

Also consider checking out my writeup on how d&d tends to mishandle matters of morality in it's game, and the simplistic way it views evil. Writing that inspired me to write a villain who was a very human sort of evil who utilized magic, rather than the all too common magical evil around which most campaigns are based.

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#villain #villain warlock #warlock #villain politician #politics #irl politics #fiend #mid level #random encounter road #encounter town #warfare

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allthebrazilianpolitics · 1 year

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Germany returns 'stolen' dinosaur fossil to Brazil

A fossil from a rare dinosaur that roamed South America 110 million years ago has been returned to Brazil from Germany, ending a diplomatic spat triggered by charges that researchers stole it.

The small dino, called Ubirajara jubatus, which had an early form of feathers and spearlike rods jutting from its shoulders, fascinated scientists, who identified it as previously unknown species in a paper published in 2020.

But it soon sparked a scientific and ethical scandal, when Brazilian researchers accused the German team behind the paper of illegally removing the fossil from Brazil.

After a nearly three-year standoff, a delegation led by German Foreign Minister Annalena Baerbock returned the fossil Sunday during a visit to Brasilia, officials said.

#brazil #germany #politics #science #biology #paleontology #brazilian politics #german politics #international politics #mod nise da silveira #image description in alt

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inchidentally · 5 months

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so we all know that Oscar was basically the president of the Lando Norris fanclub back in the day, but my question is, does Lando know? Like I think back to that face mask video when Oscar asked Lando how many sibling's he had and we all suspect that Oscar fully knew the answer. So was he trying to play it cool so Lando didn't catch on that he maybe knew a little too much, or was he trying to play it cool so we the viewers didn't catch on to how much Lando content he has consumed (he has failed, we know Oscar, we know. Especially since he referenced a Quadrant video later in the exact same video).

okay so first we've got to pay homage to the god tier @mecachrome fic Q&A bc it takes every wriggly red-in-the-face possibility of this and wraps an even wrigglier landoscar narrative around it <3

and for my own take on if Lando's twigged about the level of Oscar's fanboying I am so incredibly undecided bc Oscar is so good at putting his defenses way up and passing off a moment like that as just casual...

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WAIT WAIIIIIT no okay I'm calling it Oscar knew that Lando had already told the story about being locked out of his house in a video before. I can't remember if it was a stream or a Quadrant video but Lando said he was playing on the sim in their shed and his parents forgot he wasn't in the house and locked up. I'm sorry but Oscar does NOT look like this is the first time he's heard this and even filling in the "and fell through" before Lando says it. CAUGHT.

and let's not forget Lando absolutely knowing Oscar would know the year of his maiden podium in the Splunk video. CAUGHT.

I'm gonna say that Lando knows to a certain degree that Oscar's a fanboy and honestly he's got to just find it funny/cute/endearing imo. Lando's not the type to be mean or an asshole - even when he and Max would sometimes almost have an outright spat on stream Lando would back down first and make a self-deprecating joke. and Max is fully able to stand up to Lando and give as good as he gets! so I can't see Lando ever being anything but amused or fond or both to find out 'kitten pulled from a nap' Oscar has been a fan of his for years.

god this reminded me how unhingedly in sync they were in the Most Likely To video considering they didn't even know how many brothers and sisters they each had yet. it's also unbearable for how much they watch each other and like… one of the best videos for Lando clearly just finding Oscar like, just so cute ??? straight up 'that's my nerdy lil guy' alsfgljasfgljasg and I mean Oscar stares at Lando literally constantly so nothing new there.

also this adorable moment where they're both too stupid to understand the horror movie question but also Lando's little delighted gigglejump when Oscar admits he'd scream and hide his eyes:

more of me just remembering how gd cute this video was

strangely already married teammates moments:

literally the very first question !! they both agreed that Oscar was most likely to sleep in but then Lando had to go and push the issue, resulting in retaliation from Oscar and a you're sleeping on the couch response from Lando. "you just opened a can of worms"

this resulted in a tense stand-off about who takes the longest to get ready which Oscar diplomatically decided was equal between them.

most likely to snore being Lando is hysterical bc they both clearly know that Oscar knows. I love how Oscar drops the issue very wisely and Lando's tone gets VERY clipped at the end. I also feel like this could be a catch-out for Oscar too !! bc Max said on one of his streams about Lando's snoring sounding like Valentino Rossi revving his bike in the next room. so it's highly sus that Oscar said "have you had feedback on that before?" CAUGHT?

"if you dare say me" Lando being absolutely livid that Oscar already knows Lando is most likely to cry during a sad movie. Oscar wisely conceding but his face says otherwise. what has Oscar had to deal with and which movie was it that Oscar had to deal with a sobbing Lando over.

Oscar's earlier retaliation comes back to bite him on the ass over most likely to be late !! when he looks at Lando's face he initially concedes. Lando however pushes his luck and Oscar must stand up for himself. the couch is already made up so might as well.

both immediately agreed the answers to:

Lando gets ready quickest

Oscar first into the car

Oscar most likely to get a pet

Lando most likely to embarrass himself in public

Lando most likely to not reply in group chat

neither would survive in the wild (Oscar ribs Lando about being older)

Lando most likely to laugh in a serious moment

both of them agreed to both for:

burnt dinner

cut their own hair

eat their meals quickest (though they agree Lando's chicken burger with sweet potato fries - that Oscar copied - disappears very quickly)

#inchreplies #landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #oh my god this got DETAILED #sorry anon this went way off track but yeah I think lando knows and finds it adorable

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allthecanadianpolitics · 1 month

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VANCOUVER, British Columbia (AP) — Canadian police said they arrested three suspects Friday in the slaying of a Sikh separatist leader last June that become the center of a diplomatic spat with India, and are investigating possible ties between the detainees and the Indian government.

Three Indian nationals in their 20s identified as Kamalpreet Singh, Karan Brar and Karampreet Singh were arrested in Edmonton, Alberta on Friday morning in the slaying of 45-year-old Hardeep Singh Nijjar by masked gunmen outside Vancouver, police said.

Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau sparked a diplomatic feud with India in September when he said that there were “credible allegations” of Indian involvement in the slaying of Nijjar.

India had accused Nijjar of links to terrorism, but angrily denied involvement in the slaying. In response to the allegatio ns [sic], India told Canada last year to remove 41 of its 62 diplomats in the country. Tensions remain but have somewhat eased since. [...]

Tagging: @newsfromstolenland

#cdnpoli #sectarianism #crime and punishment in Canada #Foreign Policy #India

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amphitritesmuse · 2 years

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Request by: @omgsuperstarg

Original Request: if there only could be a one shot for this + me desperately wanting to write it lol

Pairing: Namor x Reader

Word Count: 766

Warnings: None

A/N: I changed this scene up a bit and I am not 100% sure I wrote it well but I hope you enjoy this one-shot, hun. Let me know what you think of it xoxo

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It seemed that political unrest kept descending upon Wakanda. It began when my brother, T’Challa, left for the Ancestral Plains to join aabba. Now, a certain fish God had taken the reins to our newfound threats. I look to my Mother as she had cast her gaze to the sea. Her isicola crown shimmered under the sunlight and her long white robe spread down to her feet where the hems touched the sand.

“Mother,” I whisper, placing my hand on her shoulder. “I do not think he intends to keep his promise. He may never show.”

Mother turned, her lips formed into a frown. “I cannot just leave, child. This innocent girl is found in the midst of diplomatic turmoil, only used as a mere pawn for political gain. Unfairly and unjustly. We must wait.”

I nod and turn my gaze towards the crashing sea waves of cerulean blue and turquoise. I could feel the hot sand beneath my feet and when the wind blew against my thin garnet-red robe, I shivered.

“He is here,” Mother announced.

I drew in the salty air, then exhaled sharply as we watched the strong, tall man emerging from the sea waters. As he slowly strode towards us, I stiffen my back at the sight of him. Under the dazzling sun, the bronze of his skin almost seemed to shine against his usekh collar and the rest of his golden accessories. His eyes, like pools of obsidian, bore a hard expression as he looked at me. At once my ire rose, though, Namor did not seemed to be troubled by my angered demeanour as he swept his gaze over my body and studied the way I filled out the robe. I looked away, uncomfortably as my mother inched closer to him, the hems of her dress dancing around her feet as she did so.

“Pray, tell, is the girl alright?” Mother inquires, impatiently. “Is she unharmed?”

Namor nodded. “The scientist is alive and well. She requested to be taken to Talocan in place of your daughter and she will remain there for the time being.”

I let out a dry laugh at the God’s words. He turns and regards me with curiosity. “Did I say something that amuses you, Princess?”

“Your mouth spews such venomous lies, sub-mariner.” I spat, glaring at him. “My sister would have never agreed to let such a thing happen.”

“(Y/N),” my Mother reprimanded.

A smug look played upon Namor’s lips and he walked over to where I stood as if trying to demand my attention before he spoke.“I utter no lies when it comes to the safety of my people. You, surface-dwellers, scatter your poison recklessly with no regard as to what occurs to the lives you destroy. As I stated the scientist will remain in Talocan.”

“Such threats do not rest easily with me.” Mother spoke, clenching her jaw, and pulling me closer to her which only rendered Namor’s smirk to grow wider.

“I am not a woman who enjoys repeating herself,” Mother warned, “Return the scientist to us as it is the vibranium from our lands that she was in search for to complete her project. I give you my word that she will bring no harm to your people nor will the Americans.”

He shook his head, “Such agreements do not happen so naturally. I’d like something in exchange for such a gesture that I will be offering.”

Mother’s face paled as she realized what he meant when his eyes travel to where I stood and slowly walked towards me. “You are asking me to do the impossible,” Mother’s voice trembled as she stood before me, protectively. “I have lost my first-born, I cannot lose my daughter.”

“You forget that I had never agreed to peace being an option.” Everything else happened so suddenly when Namor caught my arm. I found myself standing so close to him that I could see the muscles of his jaw working angrily. “Your scientist will be returned to Wakanda. Mourn your losses and bury your dead as Wakanda will soon burn to ashes.”

“Mother!”

The last moments I remembered were my Mother on her knees, her arms reaching out to me as if she was attempting to use some sort of supernatural force to bring me back. Namor’s grip around my torso grew stronger as the water currents seemed to pull me down the deeper I fell.

My sight began to blur as black dots danced around my vision and I wondered when I’d see my Mother and Shuri again.

#mcu #mcu namor #black panther 2 #namor #namor imagine #namor x reader #namor one shot #namor x you

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technicallymaximumkitty · 4 months

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Angel's tears

ok, bad fanfic i just slapped together, brain rot is eating me alive

(spoilers for Hazbin Hotel and Vulgar Language)

Charlie smiles to herself, straightening her bowtie. Looking into the mirror she smiled to herself, she had gone so far. It was several weeks after that fateful day and everything felt like it was falling into place, at least to her. They rebuilt the hotel, her dad was now a constant part of her life, and they had several new patrons! The wild Cherri bomb, the rebellious Crymini, and the inventor Baxter, all believing in her cause! Taking one more deep breath she straightened herself with a sparkle in her eye. Today was a new day!

She made her way down to the lobby where the air felt off. Everyone was peering over Vaggie’s shoulders, Vaggie herself holding something.

“What’s going on?” Charlie asked, her curiosity piped. Angel dust looked up, “looks like princess got a message from heaven.”

Charlie froze, a message from heaven? What do they want? Heaven hasn't reached out since the last extermination. Dread built up in her stomach as she made her way to the group.

Husk grumbled to himself before taking a swig of unlabeled liquor, “what would those fuckers want?”

Vaggie handed Charlie the message. It was written on golden like paper with sky blue scrawl, and also smelled like Sweet Alyssum. At any other moment she would have been delighted to get such a sweet scented letter. Charlie unrolled the scroll to read the message:

Dear Charlotte Morningstar;

You are requested to meet with the Seraphim in heaven at 11:30 Am, Thursday. It would be of most delight if you agreed to our meeting.

Best Wishes

Charlie swallowed, the Seraphims? They Seraphims wanted to meet with her? Today? This could only spell disaster especially after their last disastrous meeting.

“Charlie?” Vaggie reached out gently, grabbing Charlie’s hand. Charlie took a deep breath, trying to straighten out her emotions.

“The Seraphims request my presence today.” The room fell quiet.

“You mean those people who you met with when we went to the bar?” Niffty piped up.

“Those assholes that spilled that Vaggie was an angel?” Angel dust tilted his head.

Vaggie’s eyes widened as she grabbed Charlie. “You're not seriously thinking of going?”

Charlie sighed, steeling her nerves, “what other choice do I have? Say no?”

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Did they ask about me?” Niffty raised her hands, bouncing around in excitement.

“You don’t think this is about Adam do you?” Vaggie tightened her grip on Charlie.

“No, this is gonna be a nice and friendly meeting between chums!” Angel snarked with an eye roll.

“You're not helping.” Vaggie spat.

“I don’t see any other reason they would ask for Charlotte.” a voice piped from the walls.

“Fuck!” groaned Charlie. Of course they had questions about the extermination, of course they would!

“So what are you gonna do?” husk raised an eyebrow.

“I have to go.” Charlie sighed, “it’s a diplomatic problem and as the princess of Hell, who caused all of this, I have to own up.” looking at the clock it read 11;29.

“And you think you're going alone?” Vaggie asked. Charlie took Vaggie’s hands with a soft smile.

“I won’t force you to come along-”

“I’ll stop you right now, I'm going.”

“H-hey do you think we could tag along?” Angel asked with a shy smile. Niffty started to giggle, clapping her hands, jumping up and down.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, it could be taken as a threat if we all went, especially with how thin the ice is right now.” Vaggie said. Charlie nodded along.

“I agree. It’s best if we try to be as unhostile as possible.”

Angel sighed a little, “worth a shot.”

A portal opened it was almost the same song and dance as before. Charlie took Vaggie’s hand, “we’ll be back soon, hopefully.”

“Hey stay safe kid.” said husk. He raised his bottle towards Charlie in condolences. Charlie returned with a nod.

* * *

The room was blue and silver, brightly lit and definitely not the pearly gates. Scratching the back of her head Charlie looked around.

“This is new.” Vaggie took a defensive stance, “and might be a trap.”

Charlie grimaced, “maybe but-”

The door to the room swung open and in a silver flash Charlie was tackled to the ground.

“Hey!” Vaggie growled about ready to jump on whatever ran over her girlfriend.

“Charlie! Vaggie! Hi! I'm so glad you decided to join!”

“Emily?” Charlie asked. Indeed it was Emily, the only Seraphim that stood up with her and her ideas, “you were the one to invite me?”

Emily vigorously nodded her head, her smile widening. “Yes! Yes I am, I have important news for you!” Emily grabbed Charlie pulling her to her feet before dragging her, “you’ll never believe it, I almost didn't-”

Vaggie stood in the way between Emily and the door. “What do you think you're doing?” Vaggie growled, her eye squinting.

“Hey Vaggie it’s ok I-”

“No! Charlie! She can’t just drag you off like that!”

Emily cleared her throat, “I understand why you might be defensive but this is really, really, really, really important! And you need to see it!”

Charlie smiled, “see Vaggie? It’s ok.”

Vaggie huffed “Fine.” Emily smiled quickly making it to the door.

“But,” Vaggie raised her finger to Emily’s face, “i'm coming with.” Emily smiled.

* * *

After a too long hallway they were brought into a room the exact same to the one they arrived in. Emilt jumped up and down clapping her hands. She was giddy, so giddy.

“So what’s the important thing we needed to see?” Charlie smiled.

“Yes! Of course, um,um take a seat! I’ll be right back!” Emily quickly shot out of the room before another word could be spoken.

The two of them took a seat at the golden office table.

Vaggie sighed “Looks like this isn't about-” she was abruptly cut off by Charlie.

“Let’s not jinx it.” she gave a nervous smile, ringing her hands out. Charlie trusted Emily but that didn't stop her from worrying still.

“Hey it’s ok, I got you.” Vaggie gently put a hand on Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie softly smiled.

“Thank’s Vaggie.”

The door was kicked open, the Seraphim flying in giggling. Charlie braised herself for what was next.

Charlie’s jaw dropped, it looked like, but it couldn't be, could it?

“Charlie? Vaggie?” it was! Sir Pentious stood in front of them, in heaven.

“You? Sir Pentious!” Charlie ran over and hugged her friend, “you, we, we thought you died!” she smiled with tears in her eyes.

“Asss did I.” Sir Pentous nodded. Hugging Charlie back.

“It worked, you, you did it! You made it to heaven!”

#hyperfixation #habin hotel #headcanon #charlie morningstar #emily hazbin hotel #vaggie hazbin hotel #vaggie #spoilers #fanfiction #sir pentious

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zvaigzdelasas · 2 months

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A diplomatic crisis has erupted between Poland and Israel following the death of a Polish aid worker in Gaza, with the Polish president denouncing a comment by the Israeli ambassador as “outrageous” and the foreign ministry in Warsaw saying it was summoning him for a meeting.

A Polish man, 35-year-old Damian Sobol, was among seven people who were killed while delivering food to besieged Palestinians in Gaza with the charity World Central Kitchen this week.

Israel has called the incident a “mistake” that followed a misidentification, despite the vehicles being clearly marked and the organisation having coordinated with the Israeli military prior to departure.

Amid shock and outrage in Poland over the incident, Israel’s ambassador to Poland, Yacov Livne, pushed back on Tuesday at what he said were attempts by the “extreme right and left in Poland” to accuse Israel of “intentional murder in the attack”.

He said on social media Tuesday that “anti-Semites will always remain anti-Semites, and Israel will remain a democratic Jewish state that fights for its right to exist. Also for the good of the entire Western world.”

Polish President Andrzej Duda on Thursday called the comment “outrageous” and described the ambassador as “the biggest problem for the state of Israel in relations with Poland”.

Duda said authorities in Israel have spoken about the tragedy “in a very subdued way” but that “unfortunately, their ambassador to Poland is not able to maintain such delicacy and sensitivity, which is unacceptable”.

Polish Prime Minister Donald Tusk, though a political opponent of Duda, voiced a similar position and said that the ambassador should apologise for issuing a comment offensive to Poles. He said that Israel should pay compensation to Sobol’s family.[...]

On Wednesday, Tusk also published a comment on social media addressing Israel’s Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and Livne, saying “The vast majority of Poles showed full solidarity with Israel after the attack launched by Hamas on October 7. Today you are putting this solidarity to a really hard test. The tragic attack on volunteers and your reaction arouse understandable anger.”

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bellysoupset · 7 months

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"Hi babygirl, where's daddy?" Leo overheard Jonah ask JD and he would've smiled and held the phrase over his boyfriend's head forever, wasn't it for the fact he was feeling absolutely wretched.

There was more rustling around and Leo could just picture him, stripping down the coat now that the weather was getting ugly again, kissing JD's head even though he denied that he did that, checking her food and water bowl… Walking in the bedroom, "Leo?"

"Here," he croaked from the bathroom and heard Jonah's steps, before the door was pushed. He hadn't had the time to properly shut it when bolting to the bathroom and had only kicked it ajar so JD wouldn't get in.

Leo could only imagine what a pitiful image he was, still in his tux, draped on the ground and gagging fruitlessly over the toilet.

"What the hell?" Jonah raised his eyebrows, stopping at the door. It wasn't fair that Leo was feeling like a pathetic mess and Jonah looked like he was auditioning as the romantic lead of a hospital drama.

"Hi," Leo groaned, resting his cheek on the toilet seat, hygiene be damned. Jonah frowned, moving closer and crouching down.

"What the hell happened?" his soft hands came to cup Leo's cheeks and he could've cried from the relief they brought against his clammy skin.

"Uhm…" He leaned on his boyfriend's touch, "we had a party…-" Leo groaned, moving his head so he could burp wetly over the toilet. He coughed and spat, taking a second before continuing, "at the office… I don't think the cake was right."

"Amazing," Jonah said, distaste dripping from his voice. He planted a hand on Leo's back, rubbing it up and down and forcing up a small burp, "have you been here for long?"

"Started feeling sick as soon as I left…" Leo answered, his stomach was long empty, but still churning, "threw up- Threw up in the parking lot."

He heard Jonah let out a huff, then he started tugging on Leo's tux jacket, stripping it down. Leo let out a groan, now having nothing to do with how queasy he felt and everything with how gross he felt.

He had sweat through his button up and there was the start of a pizza sweat stain under his arm on the jacket, let alone the shirt. He had managed to dab the puke off his tie, but it was wet and disgusting all the same.

"I look horrible," he whined and Jon let out a chuckle, pushing the jacket fully off and balling it up, throwing it under the sink.

"You've seen better days," he said diplomatically and Leo glared at him, before his stomach cramped again and he was forced to turn his attention away. He planted a hand over the upset organ, pressing it in with a grimace.

"I'm going to fucking sue Sandra," he said darkly and Jonah grinned, grabbing his arms and pulling Leo up easily. The blonde stumbled when the sudden change of position made his head spin, collapsing to the left and against Jon's chest, causing him to let out a surprised gasp.

"Are you sure it's just bad food?" he asked, hand once again coming to cup Leo's forehead and the other man nodded, stumbling to the sink and leaning over it with a sigh.

"Yeah, I was… Feeling fine before-" the memory of the birthday cake had his mouth salivating all over again and Leo let out a moan, grabbing on the sink with one hand, while pushing himself to lean over the toilet and gag.

His stomach was long empty, half of it painting the parking lot, half of it in the toilet, but that didn't stop Leo from gagging for another five minutes, until Jonah grabbed his shoulder and forced him to straighten up, fanning his face.

"You're empty, Leo," Jonah said, pushing him back towards the sink and opening the faucet, splashing some cool water on his face, "deep breaths, baby."

He obeyed, filling his mouth up with water and swishing it around before spitting the terrible sweet taste. Leo glared at his reflection, he was already a pale guy, but now he looked damn near translucent. Jonah caught his eyes on the mirror and Leo let out a scoff, letting his head hang.

"Go away," he groaned, "I can't even look at you."

"You're being ridiculous," Jonah grinned, far too amused for Leo's taste. However, he did get out of the bathroom, causing the blonde to pout and let out a whine. He didn't mean it when he asked Jon to go away.

"Jon...?" Leo stumbled out, exhausted. He fell on the bed with a heavy sigh and attempted to undo his tie, before giving up and falling on his back on the soft mattress, pressing his forearm to his eyes to block the yellow overhead light.

His stomach was still rumbling, loudly, and Leo swallowed the acid back down. He felt like everything he had ever eaten was trying to come up.

"Here," Jonah said softly and then Leo realized he had turned off the lights and opened their balcony's glass door, since the orange haze disappeared and a breeze entered the room, "drink this."

"No," Leo scrunched up his face, rolling on his side and gagging when the change of positions made more acid splash on his throat. He swallowed it back, wrapping his arms around his stomach. It was bloated and pressing painfully against his social paints, his belt digging into it, the sweaty shirt annoyingly scratching it.

"Don't be a prick," the bed moved as Jonah sat on the edge and grabbed his bicep, rolling Leo slightly so he could look him in the face, "this will help."

"I'm just gonna hurl it up," Leo gulped down, nervously looking at the tiny measuring cup Jon was holding, filled with bright pink liquid.

"Well, if you don't take the medicine the chances of you hurling increase regardless, it's a no win situation," Jonah rolled his eyes and Leo glared at him, not one bit amused by the way his boyfriend's lips were curling in an entertained smile.

"Do you like seeing me suffer?" he scoffed, forcing himself to sit up and promptly pitching to the side, to avoid letting out a sick belch right on Jonah's face. When he straightened up, Jon's amused smile had diminished.

"No, I really don't," Jonah pushed the cup in his hand, "but you're being cute, so I can't help it."

"Cute?" Leo made a face as he swallowed the thick viscous liquid in one gulp, stomach revolting immediately. He clamped a hand over his lips, spine rolling with queasiness and gagged, the pepto rocketing up, before he managed to swallow it back down. When he managed to open his eyes again, there were little tears clinging to his lashes and Jonah had jumped from his spot, to avoid being puked on.

"Please, don't puke on the bed," Jonah said and Leo nodded, gulping down again.

"I'm fine," he said, his voice deep and breathless.

Jonah raised a skeptical brow, causing Leo to sigh, wiping the sweat off his upper lip.

"Really, I'm ok. I'm not gonna puke... For now, I guess."

Jon tsked under his breath, moving closer and eyeing him up and down, "you're disgusting," he said and when Leo recoiled in shock and hurt, he quickly added, "the sweat, I meant the sweat, not you!"

"Uhm," Leo squinted at him, not one bit reassured, "don't be a dick, I feel really horrible, Jon..."

"I know," Jonah's voice softened up, "I know, baby, I'm not trying to be a dick. You need to get out of these clothes, wash the sweat away. I promise you'll feel better..."

He didn't want to be a baby, but Leo was feeling really nauseous and he wanted to be cooed and cared for. He leaned forward, forehead meeting Jonah's shoulder and let out a groan, his eyes stinging when tears sprung up, his stomach sloshing uncomfortably and forcing up a hiccup.

"I don't wanna be disgusting..."

"I didn't mean it like that, love," Jonah sighed, rubbing his back, sweat be damned, "I'm sorry."

All he got as an answer was Leo sniffling, his stomach groaning loud enough that Jon could hear it.

"C'mere," he made the executive decision of getting Leo in a shower, "come oooon," Jonah wrapped an arm around his back, forcing his boyfriend to move, heart squeezing when he saw how red Leo's eyes were. He hated the idea it was his damn comment that was making him cry.

Jonah dragged Leo back to the bathroom, turning on the shower, one arm still wrapped around the other man. He turned around while the water heated up, undoing Leo's tie and busying himself unbuttoning his shirt, avoiding his boyfriend's sad gaze. He was already feeling guilty enough.

"Uhmm, don't do that..." Leo mumbled, once Jonah's hands dropped to his pants, unbuckling his belt. Jon felt, since his knuckles were pressed to Leo's now naked stomach, a sickening growl rumble through the blonde's belly.

"Leo?"

Leo squeezed his eyes shut, breathing shallowly, before he whipped around, throwing the toilet lid up with all force and heaving. Jonah cringed, muffling a gag of his own as he saw the vomit hitting the water, pink and brown.

He moved closer, planting a hand on Leo's shoulder and squeezing it, but didn't crouch down. The bathroom smelt sweet and Jonah gulped down his lunch when it tried crawling up his throat.

Leo let out a moan, snaking an arm around his belly and spitting the thick saliva clinging to his bottom lip, "how the fuck am I not empty yet...?"

Jonah grimaced, keeping his eyes fixed on the falling water of the shower, "done?"

Instead of an answer, he heard another sick hiccup and Leo gagging, more liquid hitting the water. Jonah swallowed convulsively. He really didn't want to puke when he was supposed to be comforting his boyfriend... His stomach turned as he felt Leo's shoulders shake with yet another productive heave.

"I'm sorry," Jon said hurriedly, letting go off him and rushing out of the bathroom. He stumbled into the bedroom, planting his hands to his knees as he folded in half with a heave. It didn't bring up anything - thankfully, Leo would never stop giving him shit if he had left the bathroom just to throw up in their bedroom -, but made his eyes sting.

Behind him, he heard the toilet flushing and then Leo's pitiful voice as he croaked, "Jon...?"

"I'm here, sorry," Jonah forced his stomach to stay put, taking a deep breath and walking back in. Leo had closed the toilet and stripped down his pants. He was sitting on the now closed toilet with one arm wrapped around his stomach, other elbow planted on his knee and hand cradling his head.

"Sorry," he groaned when Jon walked in, "didn't mean to make you sick..."

"You didn't," Jonah grabbed his bicep, "shower now, I promise you'll feel better..."

With some effort he managed to manhandle Leo inside the shower box, the blonde collapsing against the opposite wall and letting out a relieved groan as the water washed up the sweat.

Jonah was about to breath out in relief himself when Leo blinked dizzily, his hand darting out to grab on the wall.

"Jon..." he swayed on the spot and Jonah stepped forward before he could think better of it, groaning when he realized a second too late that in his hurry to stop Leo from faceplanting the ground he had stepped right under the stream. The hot water soaked through his henley and his pants.

"Leo, hey... Are you with me?"

"Yeah," Leo nodded, breathing through his mouth, "just got up too fast..." he planted his forehead to the glass that was already fogging up, "I need to sit down, my stomach is cramping like crazy."

"Okay, love, let me just-" Jonah wasn't sure of what to do first, but eventually he managed to get Leo sitting in the still empty bathtub, turning on the water to fill it up while he stripped of his now drenched clothes.

Leo leaned forward, hugging his knees to his chest, resting his cheek upon them and watching Jonah through his limp, wet bangs, "are you gonna join me?"

"It's big enough," Jonah shrugged, "and I'm freezing."

"Uhm," Leo smiled, before grimacing as another cramp went through him, "how's it possible I'm still so fucking queasy...?"

"You got food poisoning," Jon rolled his eyes, removing his watch and crossing the bathroom, "move."

"Your bedside manners are atrocious," Leo grumbled, moving forward so Jonah could slip behind him. He heard his boyfriend let out a huff, but then Jon's hands were in his shoulders, pulling Leo to lie against his chest and splashing warm water down his back.

"I'll have you know I'm a fucking delight," Jonah scoffed, humid hands wiping the sweat away from Leo's forehead, "you're like a magnet for germs, I've never seen anything like that."

Leo let out an unhappy noise, turning his head so his nose met Jon's collarbone and sighing, "it's not my fault."

"It's a little bit your fault for eating the cake," Jon said lightly, but there was no heat to his voice. He pressed a kiss to Leo's brow when the blonde let out a queasy groan at the mention of food.

"Shut up," Leo moved even closer, all but squishing Jonah against the bathtub and grabbing his hand, planting it on his sick belly, "rub my tummy."

"You're such a little shit," Jonah rolled his eyes, but obeying without even thinking, his hands tracing the now puffed out outline of Leo's abs.

"No one will ever believe you," Leo grinned, then groaned, cupping his mouth to muffle a sick belch when Jonah pressed on the side of his bloated belly, "gross..."

Jon let out a huff in agreement, resting his chin on Leo's shoulder and starting to space out as he continued the belly rub, thumbs working in little circles on either side of his boyfriend's stomach and then meeting in the middle. Working up a string of relieved, sickening burps.

He wasn't sure how long had passed, but the water was cold already when suddenly Jonah was snapped back to present with a noise. He glanced down, "Leo? Are you gonna be sick...?"

Instead of a gag, though, what answered him was a snore. Jonah chuckled, raising his eyebrows at the sight of Leo slumped against his left arm, lips parted, cheeks flushed. Sound asleep.

"Unbelievable."

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #food poisoning #leo wagner #no excuse just jon/leo brainworms

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jerzwriter · 8 months

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The way I screamed when I received this commission! I was going to wait until it was a little closer to Halloween to post, but I'm not that patient! @/artbyainna (IG) knocked it out of the park again!

On the Spot

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Tobias x Casey Carrick (MC) Featuring: Vivian Carrick, Jordan Carrick, Sammy and Brooke Category: Halloween Fluff Rating: Teen Words: 1284 Summary: It's their first Halloween as parents of two, and things are a little crazy at the Carrick's, but it's nothing they can't handle. A/N: Participating in @choicesoctober - Costume/Halloween and @choicesprompts Flufftober - Found Family (Okay, it's a stretch... but it is really fluffy lol)

Chaos. It’s to be expected in any home with little children, and the Carrick household was no exception. But, on certain days, the chaos was dialed up just a notch. And Halloween, with all of its events, costumes, and free-flowing sugar, was certainly one of them. Casey was running around, tending to her long to-do list, when the clock struck one.

“Shit!” she spat, peeking her head into the kitchen. “Tobias, you’re going to take care of feeding Brooke, right?”

“Absolutely,” her husband beamed, quickly returning to making silly faces at their giggling baby girl. “I've got this. You go take care of yourself, babe.”

But the makeup kit on the table in the hallway reminded Casey of one more thing she had forgotten to do. Grabbing it, she made a beeline to the living room, where her mother-in-law, Vivian, was having a very important tea date with her older daughter, Samantha.

“Hey! Tobias is taking care of feeding Brooke. Would you be able to do Sammy’s makeup so I can get dressed?”

Vivian shot her beloved daughter-in-law a look that just screamed... really? But her reply was far more diplomatic.

“Casey, dear. What do you think I’m here for?”

“To be an utter pain in my ass,” Tobias yelled from the kitchen.

Vivian let out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t know why you married him. Don’t misunderstand,” she quickly corrected. “I’m delighted that you did... I just don’t... understand it.”

“Aw, Viv, you know I love him.”

“And I'm appreciative," she grinned. "Now, go... get dressed, dear. I'm happy to do my little angel’s makeup.”

Casey rushed upstairs and pulled a teeny black dress from her closet, quickly shimmying into it while stepping into her red heels. After placing a wig on her head, she put her makeup on at record speed. Then, she looked around her room in a panic.

“Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no! Did I leave my shawl at the hospital? Oh my god... I think I left my shawl at the hospital!”

She was frantically searching when Tobias stepped in. While his eyes traced every single curve on her body, he let out a slow whistle, which brought Casey’s attention his way.

“Damn, baby! Look at you!" He hissed. "Do we have to go trick or treating? I could tell my Mom to take the girls, then you and I could stay home and work on baby number three.”

“Really?” She smirked. “You know damn well there is not going to be a baby number three, Dr. Carrick. Not unless you want to find another wife.”

“Well, that’s not happening,” he assured. His arms encircled her waist as he nudged her hair aside and pressed a warm kiss on her neck before continuing. “I'm all right with just pretending to make baby number three.”

“Tobias Carrick,” she giggled. “Are you seriously suggesting not going trick or treating with our little girls?"

“Nah,” he grinned. “I’d never miss that. We'll save our private celebration for later. Now, why were you panicking when I walked in?”

“I can’t find my shawl! Without it, I won’t look like Cruella. I’ll look like I'm running a brothel!”

“Nothing wrong with that,” he laughed, handing her the shawl. “Looking for this, babe.”

Casey’s shoulders dropped with relief. “Oh, thank God! How the heck didn’t I see that?”

“Because you’re doing a hundred things at once. Let me help.”

“You can help by getting into your costume. We have to introduce Boston to the sexiest dog catcher it’s ever seen.”

“Yeah, I still think you picked that costume so you can tell me it’s my job to run after Sammy all day.”

“Hey, why do you think I bought you that big net?” she smiled.

Tobias’s eyes glistened. “Just remember,” he said, kissing Casey’s cheek. “Once we put our little puppies to bed tonight, the only thing I’m going to be chasing is you.”

“Hmm... why do you think I got you that big net,” she teased.

“That will definitely be fun.”

“I’m going downstairs,” Casey said, pulling herself away. “It's not fair to ask your mom to get both of the puppies ready.”

“Are you kidding? That woman nagged me for grandkids for nearly three decades. This is payback.”

“Tobias?” Casey playfully admonished.

“OK. Go. Go. But make sure you tell my mom that any Butterfingers the girls get trick or treating are mine!”

“Babe, we have six bags of Butterfingers to hand out; you can keep one for yourself if you like."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

“Well... I like that... but still... it’s the principle. She needs to know every Butterfinger on the planet doesn't belong to her!”

“Yes, dear....” she laughed as she headed for the door. "I'll see what I can do."

~~~~~

Thirty minutes later:

“Hey, Sammy! Look at Uncle Jordan! The camera loves you, sweetie!”

“It was so nice of you to come take our pictures,” Casey smiled.

“For my three favorite relatives?” Jordan flashed a bright smile. “I’d do anything.”

“Real nice,” Tobias chided. “Omitting one of our girls from your favorite relatives.”

“Oh, you know you were the one being left out of that equation, big brother,” Jordan laughed.

All heads turned when the front door of their townhome creaked open.

“Well, you better up your favorite relatives list to four, son. Otherwise, these two little girls could easily replace you in my will.”

“Why didn’t tell me she was here?” Jordan asked Tobias through clenched teeth.

“Because it’s much more fun this way,” he gleefully replied.

“Guys!” Casey called out. “As much as I live for Carrick family banter, can we finish taking the pictures? Sammy’s daycare party is starting soon.”

“Leave it to my two idiots to make this precious little girl late,” Vivian scolded.

Not wishing to push his mother any further, Jordan decided to speed things up.

“All right, let’s get the family picture taken. Do you think there is any chance we can get Brooke to look this way?”

Casey shook her head. “Jordan, the chances of getting them to simultaneously look in your direction are slim. Just do your best. No one expects perfection.”

“Uncle Jowdan,” Sammy giggled. “Look! I’m a doggie, I’m growl... RAH.”

“Oh, that’s good!” Jordan approved. “That’s good! Keep doing that.”

As he snapped away, little Brooke began gumming Tobias’s cheek, leaving him and Casey laughing with that overjoyed grin only new parents seemed to achieve.

SNAP!

“That’s going to be the winning shot right there!” Jordan declared.

“Thanks, brother,” Tobias smiled, shaking Jordan’s hand. “Are you coming to the party?”

“Do you have room in your car? I thought you were taking Mom? Where did she go anyway?”

A guilty-looking Vivian turned around just before she entered the front door.

Casey couldn’t help but laugh. “Vivian. Were you heading in for the Butterfingers? I can easily get you your own bag on the way back home. There is no need to steal Tobias’s.”

“It’s da pwinciple,” Sammy giggled as Casey rubbed her temples.

“Oh, no! I can’t handle three of them!”

“Mom, get in the car already,” Jordan cackled. “I’ll stay behind and edit the pictures. I'll join you for trick or treating after.”

“Editing?” Tobias shrugged. “Look at these subjects? They'll be perfect. What do you have to do?”

“Uhm... photoshop your hand to a more appropriate place on your wife. It is a family photo, big brother,” he snickered. “Talk about butterfingers.”

“Oh, for the love of God!” Vivian spat out, holding Sammy’s ears. “The amount of therapy your poor child is going to need!”

“She’ll be just fine,” Casey laughed. “Now, Tobias, please drive, we’re running late.”

"Fine," he said, starting the car, but not before yelling out the window. "Jordan!"

"Yeah?"

"Leave my hand exactly where it was," he winked. "We're married, for God's sake."

"Ah, yes," Casey sighed. "It's a very Carrick Halloween."

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