#medical marinara

[chiropteracupola]

today I am drawing the silly video game men again, tomorrow who can say what will happen!

#em draws stuff #team fortress 2 #medic tf2 #engineer tf2 #merasmus #scout tf2 #gettin' a little goofy with it today aren't we lads #...and house is sort of also there but he is Chunky Marinara at this time. think nothing of it. #there is going to be a part 2 of these because the silliness got a little out of hand #first of these is a text post (as you can see) second is from the tags of jon dxppercxdxver's 'they mangled house' fic #and third is from my own writing notes for a story that you may eventually get to read if things proceed swimmingly #it has been a long time since I drew all scribblescrabble and loose like this and I really think I ought to do it more

[yeahiwasintheshit]

#medical #marinara

[ridragon]

Put pepper and ketchup on breakfast so my ulcers are reirritated now. wish i was capable of learning from my mistakes. it Will happen again because i'm such a slut for tomato pastes and seasoning food

#marinara sauce my beloved why do you hate me so #ri rambles #medical

[shotmrmiller]

The start of a journey

A small drabble of a thought that had me awake at an unreasonable hour because how cute is HE PLEASE GOD.

Dadtobe!simon who when you told him you were pregnant, he sat quietly on the sofa without saying much. You were so worried he didn’t want the baby due to his history with his family— but in reality, he was so shocked. How can he deserve such a precious gift from life when all he does for a living is take them? He sees your eyes watery with unshed tears and quickly grabs your hands to reassure you that this may have not been planned but it is a gift unworthy of a bad man such as he and he already loves you both. 

Dadtobe!simon is the one who looks up what foods help alleviate nausea so when you’re heaving over your toilet, he’s already in the kitchen getting some cold apple juice and saltines just in case you could stomach them this time.

Dadtobe!simon is pressed that you’re choosing to have a home water birth with a midwife instead of the hospital because “What if you need immediate medical attention? We’d have to get you to a hospital and that’s time wasted.”

“ The baby and I will be okay. The midwife will be keeping an eye on my vitals and if anything went south, they’d be getting us to a hospital before I really needed to be in one. Besides, I want an unmedicated labor in the comfort of my own home.”

“Alright, love. But if anything looks even slightly wrong, I’m getting you out o’ here. Clear?” “Crystal, sir.” 

“Cheeky.”

Dadtobe!simon personally bought an at-home fetal doppler to hear the baby’s heartbeat whenever he couldn’t make it to the monthly OB appointments. He helps you lie down on the sofa, hips propped up on a pillow, and he’d get the doppler gel from the warmer because he CANNOT have you uncomfortable so long he can help it. Skin goosepimpling with the warm gel, he starts rubbing it on your lower stomach with the probe and puts light pressure— doing circular motions to try and find the distinct, rhythmic thumps of the baby’s heart. He catches it, a fast beating, _strong_ heartbeat, and ups the volume.

“There ya are, my little sprog.” 

Dadtobe!simon gets up from the warm cocoon of the bed and out into the cold, rainy streets because the Missus is craving butter pickle spears and marinara sauce and he is a humble servant to your wants and needs. Butter pickles though, seriously?

Dadtobe!simon who has had all of the Sprog’s necessities ready to go from the beginning. The cot and moses basket, assembled. Nappies, baby bottles, and dummies are all bought and stored away. If the baby can use it, it���s in the house put together and clean. Ruthlessly efficient. 

Dadtobe!simon doesn’t let you pick up anything heavier than a jug of milk because “You don’t need to be doin’ any heavy liftin’, it’s what you got me here for, love.” And you aren’t above _not_ being extra pampered because you’ve always hated putting the groceries up anyway.

Dadtobe!simon usually sleeps spooning you but now you’ve got the maternity pillow swaddling your front, a pillow in between your thighs and another underneath your hips and supporting your lower back because your heavy stomach puts so much pressure on your body, but your mountain of pillows helps you rest as best you can. Simon can almost physically see the aches alleviate when you lie down so he doesn’t complain about the lack of cuddles nor how he’s been essentially shoved into a space the size of a twin bed on your California king. 

Dadtobe!simon who squeezes the heel, kneads the instep, and presses the pads of his thumbs into the balls of your swollen feet— you’re carrying extra weight after all, and as you’re groaning in relief you start crying because look at how large you’ve gotten. You not having puffy, achy ankles is a miracle and how can he still love you looking like this? He grabs both of your feet and peppers kisses from the toes to the ankle you seem to hate because how can he not love you. Especially like this. Your body is sacrificing comfort to bring his little babe into the world for him to meet. All the changes you seem to hate— the stretch marks, the extra weight, the not-so-tight skin— to him it’s perfection. You’re perfect. He’s never really lived before you and now he can’t imagine living without you. The both of you. 

Adieu.

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[mistydeyes]

Hey! Don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but if you are, would you mind writing something about reader accidentally burning herself whilst cooking? Nothing major but something still to be concerned about and how TF141 would react? Either platonic or in a relationship is fine :)

Thanks so much ❤️😊

as someone who is absolute shit in the kitchen I can say this has happened to me so many times! thank you for the request <3

summary: When you are challenged to make something in the kitchen, it turns out worse than you expect.

pairing: Task Force 141 x gn!platonic!reader

warnings: swearing, depiction of wounds/burns

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Cooking was never a great quality of yours. It was a skill you were still learning the hard way. Oftentimes, you would settle for something warm from the mess or be the first one to rip open an MRE on the field. However, after a very lively conversation with Soap, your ego was put to the test as he challenged you to cook something one night. "Just some pasta, no big deal," he chided as you rolled your eyes in annoyance, "unless you don't think you could?" With that, you immediately stormed into the shared kitchen to scrounge something up with Soap following close behind. Your eyes landed on some pasta that was probably there for ages and marinara sauce in a can. "Could I do you for some pasta and sauce?" you asked and before he could make a snarky comment, you turned to find a pot.

"God fuck this," you mumbled as the water took seemingly forever to boil. "Might help if you add some salt!" Gaz interjected as he took a seat next to Soap on a neighboring counter. "Mhmmm," you replied as you continued to watch the stagnant water as if you could make it heat with your mind. Soap and Gaz continued talking about some mindless training while you tuned in to the hums and clicks of the burner. Eventually, you triumphantly shouted as the water began to build to a roaring boil. You let the long strands of pasta sit in the pot as they began to soften. "You forget about the sauce?" Soap reminded and you swore as you scrambled to find another pot. In your haste, you had turned on the burner in preparation. So, when you returned seconds later with the pot, a lit flame met your gaze. "FUCK," you screamed as you whacked at it haphazardly with whatever was closest. "GOD STOP TRYING TO HIT IT WITH THE CARDBOARD BOX," was the last thing you heard from Gaz before your vision was clouded by the rapid dispersal of a fire extinguisher.

When the smoke had cleared, you were left with a throbbing hand and a powdery kitchen. "What is going on in here?" Price asked as he came barreling down the hall with Ghost in tow. "Someone decided to cook us a meal and well," Soap trailed off as you stood there covered in white. Price had no words as he looked at the group standing sheepishly in front of him. "You hurt, Sergeant?" he said sternly and you put up your hands to show the reddish skin. Price pinched his nose bridge as he turned to find a medical kit. "Put that under some water, Sergeant, and the rest of you," he paused turning back around, "clean this shit up."

As Soap and Gaz complained through the various cleaning supplies being put to work, you nursed your hand with some burn cream and gauze. Price had given you an earful about your little mishap and furthermore, had instructed you to visit the infirmary in the morning to make sure you didn't get an infection. You winced as you bound the gauze around the pink tinted areas. Ghost laughed quietly as he watched you patch up your non-dominant hand and you shot a look at him. "Cooking isn't easy, Lt." you barked and he continued to laugh even harder. "Think we should call you Pyro from now on."

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#task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john price x reader #Johnny mactavish x reader #mw2 imagine #madebyizzie #izzie is writing

[impala-dreamer]

Cherry Wine

A Tale from the 'My Bloody Valentine' Universe

~Tom left town in a hurry, escaping capture by faking his death. On the run and distraught, he finds comfort in the arms of a stranger.~

Tom Hanniger x Rose (OFC)

2,453 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Sexual Scenes. Torture. Bondage. Psychosis. Movie Level Blood and Gore.

A/N: Written for @jacklesversebingo "Be good for me and I'll untie you."

This takes place immediately after the film and shows Tom still dealing with his issues, namely murder. If you're unfamiliar with the movie, I doubt it will matter. Just know that he is insane and dangerous. Hope you enjoy!

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He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he couldn't go home.

He didn't even know where home was anymore. Was it back in Harmony surrounded by memories and the corpses of his childhood? Or back in the hospital with all of his twisted pain and overly medicated thoughts?

He didn't know.

So he drove.

He drove until the sun rose and hung high in the sky, blossoming over the Pennsylvania landscape like the face of God. Bright and warm, it beat down on the maroon truck as trees blurred in his peripheral.

When the gas tank was as empty as his stomach, he pulled off of the interstate and parked, taking only his wallet and jacket with him.

The late afternoon was warm. February had been uncharacteristically mild, and he tugged at the collar of his sweatshirt, readjusting the hood behind his head.

Bill’s Diner was open and crowded. Tables lined the big front window, each red vinyl booth filled with locals who chatted over never-ending cups of coffee and plates of over-done french fries.

A little bell rang overhead as he walked in, and a pretty brunette with long hair pulled back into a tight bun smiled.

“Sit anywhere, hun,” she called to him while navigating the sea of tables with her hands full.

Tom nodded and looked around for an empty spot before deciding on a stool at the counter. He sat and slumped forward, clasped his hands on the sticky linoleum. He stared at his hands, willing the trembling to cease, but it never really went away. He was always just a little bit anxious, some part of him always shaking even if no one else saw.

Trauma had slashed at his soul and the scars ran deep.

A deep breath steadied him and Tom looked up as the waitress came into view.

“Hey there. Welcome to Bill’s. Can I getcha something to drink?”

Her smile was captivating. Her two front teeth were adorably bigger than the rest and her plump bow lips were tinted gently with a red gloss that made them look forever wet.

He couldn’t help but stare.

She blinked and looked away, pale skin blushing a soft pink under his gaze. Bright blue eyes gleamed when she turned back and Tom’s chest ached.

She reminded him of Sarah but a little plainer, a little softer all over.

“Hello?”

She waved a hand in front of his face and Tom startled, sitting up straight and shaking his head to clear his vision.

“Sorry,” he said with a sigh. “Long drive.”

The waitress nodded and grabbed a mug from below the counter. “I bet.” She filled it with coffee and slid it to Tom who smiled and closed his hands around the cup. “You coming or going?”

He bit his lip, wondering how to answer. Where was he coming from? Where was he going? To hell, probably.

Tired green eyes swept over her. The plastic buttons on her white shirt were tiny and struggling to keep the thin fabric from pulling open across her breasts. Her dark jeans were tight and dusted with flour and a few drops of marinara that had slipped past her black apron. Her curves were decadent and she smelled like vanilla.

He cleared his throat. “Just passing through.”

She smiled kindly and laid a plastic covered menu next to his coffee.

“Well, alright then, stranger. My name’s Rose. When you’re ready, just holler.” She winked and turned away, leaving him to scan the day’s specials alone.

The giant clock in the corner ticked the hours away. Customers came and went. Coins were dropped; tips were thin. Empty plates smeared with ketchup stacked up in the kitchen; spilled salt was wiped from table tops with a dingy rag.

Rose was busy most of the evening, but never too busy to stop back at the counter and talk with Tom. She lingered near him, pretending to clean while they chatted about how it hadn’t snowed in a few weeks and how the price of gas was going down a bit. She was sweet and Tom liked being near her. She was beautiful and her voice was like a calm breeze that lulled and comforted him.

When the windows were dark and the fuchsia neon glowed bright, Rose set her hands on the counter and looked down at him.

“Closing time, buddy. You don’t have to go home, butcha can’t stay here.”

He looked up through thick lashes and smiled flirtatiously. “Already?”

Rose licked her lips. “Sadly, yes. All good things must come to an end. Or so I’m told.”

“That’s a shame.” Without looking away, he drained the sweet swill from the bottom of his mug. “There any place to get a drink around here?” He paused, calculating her interest, and then went for it. He had nothing to lose. “Or maybe I could walk you home…”

Rose’s cheeks burned and her smile was impossible to hide. “Maybe both.”

Tom rolled onto his back and stretched, rolling his head on his shoulders and taking a deep breath. He hadn’t slept so well in a long time; hadn’t felt so good in forever.

Rose had been just what he needed.

They sat on her cinnamon couch and drank sparkling pink wine. Tom hated it, but the bubbles felt nice and each sip seemed to loosen her up a bit more.

When the bottle was empty and the glasses drained, Rose scooted closer and set her hand on Tom’s knee. He bit his lip as her fingers climbed higher, held his breath as she palmed his dick through his jeans, let his eyes close as she climbed into his lap.

She was heavy and warm. He ran his hands down her sides, slid his fingers around the curve of her waist. She pressed her ass down over him and rolled her hips.

He hissed at the friction and pushed a hand through her long hair, dragging her down for a kiss.

Her lips were plump and delicious. The gloss on her mouth tasted so familiar to him but he couldn’t place it.

“I never do this,” she whispered, half laughing as she ran her hands down his chest.

Tom grinned and traced the soft flesh above her jeans. “I don’t know, you’re pretty good at it.”

She chewed her lip and blushed. “I mean, take customers home. I haven’t done this in forever.”

He stared deep into her eyes and popped the bottom button of her shirt. “Well, I’m glad you decided to.” He scraped his nails down her sides and Rose’s head tipped back, her eyes fluttered shut, she hummed lustfully.

“Me too…”

He smiled and tossed the sheet off of himself; sat up and scrubbed a hand down his face. He’d have to shave soon, but it wasn’t a priority. He scratched at his scalp and yawned.

“Mornin’.”

Tom sucked a strawberry nipple between his lips and melted at the sound she made. Rose arched her back, pushing her tits against his face and grinding down on his cock.

They were mostly naked, shirts and jeans tugged away and tossed into random corners of the small living room. Only thin fabric separated them now, and Tom rubbed his middle finger against her covered slit. Her raspberry panties were soaked.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Rose nibbled on his ear. “Wanna see the bedroom?”

He jerked his hips, bounced her in his lap. “Absolutely…”

The bedroom was flooded with mid-day sun that filtered through the thin curtains, and he stood up in a sun puddle, feeling the warmth instantly. He sighed and walked to the adjoining bathroom.

The tile floor was freezing and he tiptoed in, pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the tap.

“You don’t mind if I take a quick shower, do you?”

She was total perfection.

Stretched out over the bed, her pale skin looked like fresh cream against the burgundy sheets. She moaned as he tied the silken sash tight around her left wrist, squirmed as he leaned over her to secure the right.

“Another thing I never do,” she teased, reaching with her mouth to catch a kiss.

“What’s that? Let a stranger tie you up?” His smile was devilish yet sweet and he gave in to a deep kiss.

“Not exactly a safe thing to do…”

He licked into her mouth; savored the taste of her. “No,” he laughed, pulling back to look down at her. “It’s really not.”

Blue eyes fluttered as Tom drew his hands down her nakedness. He cupped each breast, pinched her nipples, scraped his teeth against the stiff buds.

“Fuck, you’re driving me nuts,” she whimpered, tugging at the restraints, needing to touch him.

He settled between her thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them open wide. “That’s kinda the point.”

His tongue burned like fire against her clit. He nuzzled into her, lapped at her slick heat, teased her to the edge of ecstacy.

Rose bucked her hips into his handsome face, held her breath as he slipped two thick fingers inside. Her body tensed. Her mind blanked. Her pulse quickened.

“Fuck. Please…”

Again, she tugged at the sashes holding her tight and Tom lifted his eyes. He grinned at her struggle.

“Be good for me,” he breathed, “and I’ll untie you.”

Heavy, warm steam filled the room as Tom lingered by the sink. He toyed with her toothbrush, sifted through her medicine cabinet. There wasn’t much inside and everything was expected. Floss, antibiotic ointment, a few hairpins. Half a bottle of aspirin, tweezers, lotion.

He smiled. Her skin was so soft.

He slipped in like a knife through warm butter, filling her up with his thick cock.

Tom thrust against her; dug his fingertips into the soft flesh above her hip bones. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he moaned, his eyes closed, head thrown back as her body tightened around him.

Rose held her breath, wriggling harder beneath him with each jerk of his hips.

“Please!”

He looked down at her wet, ruby lips and smiled. Leaning down, he folded her nearly in half and scratched hard down her sides. She squirmed and garnet lines erupted in his wake.

“So gorgeous…”

His pace quickened. She moaned loudly over the sound of his thighs slapping against her ass.

“Please!”

Each scream egged him on. Every twist of her body beneath him made his heart race.

Rose was panting, choking on her pleasure as he fucked deep into her.

“Tom-”

He closed a hand around her delicate throat, massaged the sacred arteries on either side.

She thrashed against the bindings; eyes wide and lips growing pale.

He squeezed harder and he felt her cunt pulse as she came. Blue eyes were fading in a sea of wine, blood vessels bursting as his grip tightened.

“That’s it,” he grit, riding her through the pleasure. “Just like that. Fuck!”

Tom closed the cabinet door. He swept away the fog with his palm and looked into his own eyes. He was happy, sated and beaming.

His lips were ruddy and swollen a deep red. He pressed his fingertips to them and sighed. He could still feel her kiss, taste her on his tongue.

She tasted like cherry wine.

He kissed her gently yet deeply, memorizing the feel of her plush lips against his and the way she melted into him. His cum ran down her leg, warm and messy.

He pulled away and rolled onto his side, yanked the thin sheet up around his shoulders.

She slept soundly; he mumbled in his sleep.

Tom stepped into the hot water and moaned happily. The pressure was sublime. Water pounded his aching muscles, burned his skin blissfully.

He ran his hands through his hair and turned around to face the spray. It washed down his cheeks, flowed into his mouth. He looked down at the drain and gasped as a whirlpool of crimson swirled around the chrome and disappeared.

“The fuck?”

His mind raced.

His hands were stained with dried blood; his forearms scored with claw marks.

He panicked, panting as the water washed the night away and his memory returned.

He ripped through her skin like a knife through warm butter.

Tom jabbed the blade into her; dug the tip into the soft flesh above her hip bones.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, green eyes wide as he watched the blood flow from her sides.

Rose gasped for a breath and wrenched her arms free of the silk sashes. She slapped at his chest, shoved his face away.

“Please!”

He looked down at her gaping ruby lips and smiled. With a murderous gleam in his eyes, he scratched hard down her side with the knife and watched the garnet stream erupt in his wake.

“So gorgeous…”

She kicked at him, summoning all of her strength to push him off even as her energy seeped away and soaked into the sheets. “Please!”

Each scream egged him on. Every twist of her body beneath him made his heart race and his cock twitch.

Barely able to breathe, Tom burst from the shower and steadied himself on the sink, knuckles blanching as he held on tight. He forced himself to look at his reflection and nearly broke as he saw the lingering blood on his cheeks. The splatter had been fast and furious- an arterial spray that painted his face from temple to chin.

“Fuck…”

He closed his left hand around her delicate throat, harshly pinching the sacred arteries on either side.

Rose clawed at his arms, drawing blood as she fought for her life.

He squeezed harder and felt her pulse slow. Blue eyes were fading in a sea of wine, blood vessels bursting as his grip tightened.

“That’s it,” he grit, lifting the knife to her jaw. “Just like that.” He sliced through her vocal chords, silencing her cries forever. A sanguine tide covered her milky breasts, stained his steady hands.

Through a cloud of steam, Tom stumbled back into the bedroom and bit back a scream.

Rose was laid out on the right side of the bed, her naked body posed as if sleeping. Her throat was torn, her sides split, chest carved open exposing the pale bones caging her heart.

He swallowed down a wave of bile and fell to his knees.

“Not again…”

Above the bed, drawn in Rose’s blood, was a simple heart.

Tom laughed as the last bit of life drained from her beautiful face. He bent to kiss her cold lips, savoring the last taste of her, memorizing the soft push of her lips.

He licked the blood from his fingertips as he rolled over, tired and sated.

She tasted like cherry wine.

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[earhartsease]

[ID: street sign with top and bottom sign - top sign says "Big Guys Pizza 412-257-2222" with a logo - bottom announcement sign says "NOW SELLING MEDICAL MARINARA"]

[pudgy-planets]

Uhh. Prepare for Cringe. I’ve been making some classes for that weight gain shooter idea I had.

You’ll see some of these are inspired by a certain game.

Here they are:

Soda Street-Warrior

HP: 125

Base Movement Speed: Average

Role: Assault/Starter/All-Rounder

Primary: Bottle Cap Blaster (30 Ammo, 45 w/Upgrade)

Abilities:

Ginger-Ale Grenade: Tosses a shaken-up bottle of ice-cold ginger-ale that explodes into a cloud of sticky, saccharine mist that slows and damages enemies within.

Fizzy Flight: Launches into the air with a pressurized blast of citrus soda, slightly damage enemies in its radius. Useful for getting atop buildings.

Blueberry Bottle Rocket: Bends over (despite their potbelly-) and aims a powerful 2-liter bottle of concentrated beverage. Perfect for taking out stationary targets in one hit.

Hot Chocolate Cleric

HP: 110

Base Movement Speed: Fast

Role: Medic/Healer/Support

Primary Weapon: Mini-Marshmallow Launcher (50 Ammo; 60 w/Upgrade)

Abilities:

Chocolate Heal Ray: Invigorate and heal allies with this tasty, tubular beam!

Mean Cocoa Bean Machine: Hops atop a stationary rotary cannon and unleashes a barrage of smoldering hot, double-dipped chocolate beans at enemies. Vulnerable whilst firing.

Whipped Creme Wayfarer: Plants a stationary, rotating thermos that dispenses hot chocolate at a perfect temperature, constantly healing allies in its radius until it self-destructs.

Pasta Paladin

HP: 175

Base Movement Speed: Sluggish

Role: Melee/Tank/Stealth

Primary: Rosemary Greatsword (Ammo: None. Melee Weapon, deals 25 damage per swing.)

Abilities:

Marinara Immobilizer: Fires a blast of spicy pasta sauce from their wrist mound sprayer that slows down and damages enemies over a short span of time. Can hit multiple enemies in its splash radius.

Tortellini Tornado: Begins rapidly spinning dealing constant, slashing damage to nearby foes, encasing them with Tortellini strands that hinder their movement and makes them an easier target for allies.

Macaroni Mine: Places a dangerously delicious mine with a brief arming time. Enemies who step on it will be blown sky high in a cheesy explosion. (Stores 3 charges.)

Ice Cream Marauder

HP: 200

Base Movement Speed: Slow

Role: Tank/Suppression/Defense

Primary: Waffle Cone Cannon (Unlimited Ammo, overheats.)

Abilities:

Maraschino Punt: Kicks a powerful, cherry explosive that rolls for several feet prior to exploding.

Rush Hour: Charges forth at breakneck speeds and sends whoever is in their path flying!

Sugar Cone Wall: Summons a dense of rocky road ice cream atop a sugar cone that sponges damage and blocks incoming fire. (Stores 2 charges.)

70’s Waitress Heroine

HP: 150

Base Movement Speed: Above Average

Role: Offense/Assault/Front-Liner

Primary: Chicken Finger Flinger (Long Range Weapon, 14 Ammo, 18 w/upgrade.)

Secondary: Condiment Shotgun (Close Range Weapon. 6 Ammo, 8 w/upgrade.)

Abilities:

Grease Vat Dynamo: Combat rolls or dodges into any direction, leaving behind an an explosive surprise in its wake.

Dine-N-Dash Overload: Pulls out an all-range french fry cannon that has unlimited ammo, more damage, and enables her to move faster.

Can’t Check This: Whips out a quad-launcher that fires overcooked, homing, honeyed rolls upon their foes. Prioritizes enemies you’ve already hit with your primary or abilities.

Cream Puff Engineer

HP: 125

Base Movement Speed: Average

Role: Support/Assistance/Mobility

Primary: Bavarian Creme Impactor (10 Ammo, 14 Ammo w/upgrade)

Abilities:

Powder Puff POW: Tosses a pastry coated in way too much powdered sugar that explodes and stuns nearby enemies in its range.

Unidentified Flying Doughnut: Releases a controllable drone that can unleash air strikes of deadly, but delicious bags of icing. Be careful! It only has a small health pool, don’t stop moving!

Boston Creme Bulldozer: Hops on top of an eclair hoverboard that allows for easier transportation and mobility! It knocks back and damages anyone you run into! And has a mounted cannon to ensure you can continue firing.

Lactomancer

HP: 100

Movement Speed: Above Average

Role: Support/Healing/AOE

Primary Weapon: Whole Buttermilk Staff (30 Ammo, 35 w/Upgrade, Homing.)

Abilities:

Strawberry Saturation: Tosses a bottle of super syrupy strawberry milk that heals allies for 50 HP and grants them the ability to heal via damage dealt for a brief time.

Enemies hit will be unable to use their abilities for a brief time.

Calcium Catastrophe: Spins and slams their staff into the ground, creating a tidal wave of diary that washes foes away and grants a healing burst to allies.

Milky Mayhem: AOE spell that turns foes into cowgirls, rendering them without abilities. Be careful, they can still ram and charge at you!

#mun says things

[jockoppressor]

If your top answer isn’t here, pick your second choice and feel free to put your first choice in the tags.

[siberat]

Another little prompt idea for you: a bot baby talking and cooing at their partner’s jiggly belly? Bonus points if partner pretends to be exasperated but finds the attention very endearing lol

Sitting back in his chair never felt better! In fact, Vor/tex reclined the chair back to lessen the pressure on his overly stuffed tummy. This was new to him: usually, it was A/id who enjoyed packing down the food. However, the ‘C/on, being a smart-aft, spoke taunting words to the Auto/bot.

And the Auto/bot called him out on it.

So, the roles were reversed. Instead of Vor/tex proudly showing off and feeding his lover the full-course meal, A/id got his payback. And the chopper couldn’t back down- he never backed down from a challenge! What kind of Deceptic/on would he be if he chickened out? Especially to an Auto/bot?

He was way too proud for that.

Plus, it was rather rewarding to see A/id’s face light up with glee as he took charge for once. The once meek and timid Auto/bot finally grew a pair and had no qualms about throwing sass around. Vor/tex quite liked the new A/id with his fiercely stern glares and bold demands!

 The pair started with the hors d’oeuvres, which consisted of greasy, deep-fried mozzarella sticks smothered in marinara sauce. They were fed bite by bite, the melty cheese pulling off in gooey strings.

“Baby liked those, didn’t he?” A/id cooed, pushing the empty dish aside and replacing it with a bowl filled to the brim with soup.

“Oh, this is such a big-boy meal. Can my little mech handle this? For someone so small, it may be too much!” A large spoonful of hearty, robo-chicken corn chowder was flown into the awaiting mouth, airplane style. Tex, of course, rolled his optics at the antics. For Prim/us’ sake, he was a helicopter, at least! This dish was filling on its own, and Tex felt his stomach grow heavy when the spoon clinked in the empty bowl.

“Oh, such a good little baby, hmmm?” A/id spoke in a higher-pitched, squeaky voice. “Did you have enough?”

But the feeding was nowhere near finished.

The main course was a roasted cyber-duck with all the fixings. The sides included Hasselback butternut squash, mushroom rice, cranberry pecan stuffing, and bread dumplings. The squash was very sweet, and the mushroom rice had that distinct earthy taste. However, everything was just so filling! And A/id didn’t give up. Vor/tex was not about to call it quits- he would NOT lose this battle.

The interrogator’s belly ballooned out, painfully expanding against his plating. And dessert still had to be served! Of course, Fi/rst A/id asked if he needed to stop, but there was no way he’d admit defeat.

However, there was no objection to the medic removing his abdominal plating. And once that blubbery protoform was freed and exploded onto his lap, a smidge of relief was felt. This feeling was short-lived, for a colossal strawberry cheesecake awaited him.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Fi/rst A/id spoke, trying to stifle a gloating smirk. “Such a big dish….”

Vor/tex furrowed his optics and matched the smirk. “No problem.”

“Oh, lookit this big, bad ‘C/on stepping up to the plate?” A/id giggled and winked as a plate holding a large slice of cake was pushed forward. “Let’s see how much of a big bot you really are, hmmm? Or is it all just hot air?” A spoon cut the tip off the yellow cake drizzled with red sauce and crystal strawberries and was pressed to his lips. “Open wide, big boy.”

Never taking his optics off the doctor’s, Vor/tex opened up. His mouth was filled with intoxicating sweetness. This was tasty, the sheer deliciousness awakening his taste receptors as if on fire, but he was just so full! His belly began to clench and groan in protest. Long, whiny gurgles erupted, registering warnings of pain at his more than overfilled tanks. But he swallowed. And opened his mouth for the next offering.

“Oh, lookit you go,” A/id cooed. You are so demanding… yelling at me as if I am not feeding you fast enough.”

Vor/tex rolled his optics. He didn’t speak a word. Prim/us, the way this dessert was shoveled in, he didn’t have time to speak. Bite after bite, the ‘C/on worked hard to win this unspoken challenge.

“I’m going as fast as possible.” A/id pouted, but eventually the last of the cake slice was consumed. “How are you feeling now, sweetie-pie?”

Vor/tex grimaced as he stifled a burp. His belly violently rumbled. Servos rubbed over his bloated paunch that heavily rested upon his lap. His tummy was no longer sleek and slim; now, it was as if he had swallowed a beachball filled with cement.

“Oh, you want more? Whatever you say, sweetcheeks!” A/id didn’t even bother cutting another slice; he stabbed another bite from the cake.

“Wha- “

His protests were silenced with another mouthful of dessert. Prim/us, he didn’t know how much more of this he could take! Breathing became more challenging, and sweat beaded from his brow. The room felt warm, yet more and more food was shoved into his maw. And the belly grumbles became angrier and more strained. His belly throbbed in agonizing pain as if daggers stabbed from the inside. Oh, how he yearned for relief from this torment!

“Aww, poor baby,” A/id pouted, setting down the fork and pushing the half-eaten cake away. “Was that too much to handle? Does baby need a break?”

The only response Vor/tex could muster was a sickening groan. His tanks were beyond stuffed. If he moved too quickly, he bet he’d get sick.

“Wanna sit down in that comfy-womfy recliner?” Vor/tex shook his helm yes as his belly gurgled and quivered like an earthquake. “Here, allow me to help you.” A/id’s servo gently patted at the rock-hard belly as he made a tsk sound, then held a hand out to help the bloated ‘C/on to his pedes, then to sA/id chair.

And now, Vor/tex sat relaxing, watching A/id rummaging through his tote. Some pink fluid was brought out and poured into a little cup. The medic walked over to the pained ‘C/on and held the cup out.

“Here, take this.”

“N-No more A/id,” Tec’s face contorted while his optics screamed for mercy. “If I eat anything else, I’ll pop!”

“It’s medicine,” A/id put the cup to the other’s lips. “It’ll help soothe that belly ache, babe.”

The pink fluid was tipped into parted lips, its chalky taste coating the mouth and throat when swallowed.

“Now, where were we?” A/id spoke as he pushed the chopper’s legs apart and dropped to his knees. “I think someone needs a reward…. Don’t you think?” Servos rubbed over that swollen beachball of a belly, ghosting the gentlest touch over that stretched protomesh. “Just lookit how big you got. Are you all full and cozy?”

Vor/tex rolled his optics, then clenched them shut as yet another gurgle rippled through his gut.

“Awwww, that’s it…. Let it out, baby.” A/id cooed. His servos rubbed in wide circles over the vast crest of the tummy, then his face dipped in to steal a kiss. “You did such a swell job. I think you need a reward, don’tcha think?”

Vor/tex’s engines nearly revved at that thought, and he repositioned his hips for what he thought he would receive. However, the medic’s hands stilled any movement.

“Oh, don’t worry. All my attention is going to be on you and you alone…” A/id sA/id sweetly, between pecking kisses to the rumbly belly. “I’ll make you feel all good in no time.”

“Hey A/id…. I’m up here…” Vor/tex pointed his servos upwards and gave his most alluring grin, but his partner paid him no mind.  Instead, he just felt the belly rub and kisses. “You know….” He sighed, resting his helm on the back of the chair. He could go for some kisses right about now…but his lover was too busy focusing on his bulging stomach. He couldn’t stop himself from rolling his optics at his lover’s actions.

 He wanted to be doted on…. Not his tummy.

“Oh, you are such a big boy, aren’t ya?” A/id hummed, giving a long smooch to the tummy while servo’s gently patted. “Such a lovely tum-tum! What a treat you are to behold.”

Oh, Prim/us! That patting, while gentle, just jostled around his stuffed gut, causing it to churn. He could feel cramps kicking in as the pressure built inside. This was the worst case of the bubble guts he had ever experienced! It felt as if pop rocks and soda were mixed in his gut as excess gas built up and tickled from the inside. Painful spasms erupted, and fingers chased the contracting areas but to no avail. Nothing would soothe this angry breast!

 That tickling sensation traveled upwards, and the ‘C/on’s optics shot open. Pressure rose up his throat, and without much warning, a large bark of a burp erupted and echoed through the room. His servo quickly covered his mouth, fearing the expulsion of stomach contents. Thankfully, it was just a loud, wet belch. However, the acidic tang of fluid did not serve well as an after-dinner mint.

“Oh, that sounds like someone’s a piggy-wiggy!” A/id used a higher-pitched, cutsey-wutsy tone to his voice as his nose was gently rubbed against the firm mesh. “Someone needs to learn some manners, doesn’t he? Hmmmm?”

Vor/tex growled, though from annoyance from his partner or relief of the built-up pressure, no one knew. But each time his belly quaked, fingers were quick to rub small, soothing circles over the erupting spasms. And every time pressure built in his gut, A/id worked to free the trapped gas, pressing the belly just enough to literally burp the air out of him.

“Does baby feel better now that he’s been burped?” A/id coddled, messaging his fingers on the still swelled but not quite as bloated belly. “There’s a good boy…you ate so well for me tonight…”

Fi/rst A/id prattled on complimenting the paunch, and Vor/tex just harrumphed. Until those hands and mouth travelled southward. He licked his lips and spread his legs in anticipation of what was to come.

And let out a frustrated whine when those digits danced and mouth sucked on his chubbed up thighs and not…well, somewhere else. “Prim/us A/id!” The ‘C/on all but shouted. “You’re such a fraggin’ tease!”

“Hmmmm?” The medic feigned innocence. “Oh, these juicy drumsticks need some loving, would you say?”

Vor/tex only responded with a yelp as a set of teeth sunk into the meaty inner thigh, followed by licking and sucking. And when the Auto/bot hummed, the vibrations tickled through his thigh, shooting up his neuronet like a lightning bolt. If only that humming was someplace else…

But having his plumper thighs messaged at felt erotic. While he would never admit this out loud, having his partner dote and coo over his swelled tummy was nice. Just knowing A/id enjoyed feeding him made him feel good. Just knowing the weight gain turned his partner on was invigorating. Hearing the happiness in the medic’s voice made it pleasurable. Plus, the enthusiasm the Doctor had over baby-talking his gut was cute and rather enjoyable.

He could do without the pain from overindulging. But the pampering being stuffed to the limits brought on- even if it was just to his belly and thighs- was well worth it.

….. …..

as much as I want to keep editing this, I need to stop! This is long enough as it is! I almost went with on/slaught (feede)with vor/tex being the feeder…. But I dont know too much about on/slaught and I just couldn’t pass up aid baby-talking that tummy! It’s your fault really for getting me hooked on t/ex a/id…. O.0. Hope you like!

#chubformers #siberat writes #siberat drabbles #siberat prompts #Chubfiction

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2023-11-27

Snow

Listening: Someone on IRC linked me to 3Blue1Brown's Hallelujah Parody about the vicissitudes of apparent patterns in sequences.

Reading: You Want My Password or a Dead Patient:, a paper about information security and the lack thereof in medical contexts. Paper linked here, but I first heard about it in this Choast.

A very good deep dive into the extremes of classic reasons why information security is bypassed: it's just much more important that you have access to resources Right Now in a hospital context than it is that they are secure against hacker, most of the time.

Hospitals process a lot of private information, so they are often beholden to the security standards imposed by regulations agencies. If you've engaged with mandatory security regulations you'll know a lot of them are, uh, bad?

(Famously if you want to meet US FIPS Government Standards you cannot use the Good Elliptic Curve ed25519 and instead you have to use a different, less well secured curve.)

Anyway what this means is that you have a significant conflict between the very high stakes and fast paced world of hospital medicine, and a system that wants you to log back in every time you step away from the x-ray machine.

Watching: Nothing.

Playing: As you may know if you're following me, I started Dark Souls this week. I am having a great time in Dark Souls! It's a lot of fun. I am still where I was yesterday, having just beaten the Belltower Gargoyles.

There are definitely notes that I have. It is for sure a 12 year old game. Some of the opacity is definitely intentional difficulty, like requiring you to just feel out the parry timing, but I it probably wouldn't make the game any easier if it had reliable indicators of when you're in position to backstab or riposte someone and it would make parrying much more fun. I like parrying but so often you parry someone and then just hit them normally instead of going for the cool finisher riposte.

Making: Like ten minutes ago I reopened Cinnabar and Calcite and did a little hardware swap, moving a new network card into Calcite and Calcite's old network card into Cinnabar. Everyone is settled back in. Wifi card upgrades are not really essential but it is nice to have wifi on a desktop even if you don't use it because a) someday you will and b) it's free bluetooth.

Also: Wrote some very bad bash to use my motherboard RGB as a tally light for recording these Dark Souls clips, since I've lost a few clips to hitting the wrong record button a few times.

Tools and Equipment: Original Tuesdayposter @girlfriendsofthegalaxy had a video on marinara sauce this last Tuesday and I was inspired to try some tomato pasta bakes. I usually make Mornay sauce based pasta bakes because it's what my parents usually made, but you gotta try a really spicy tomato pasta bake.

I got some habaneros and jalapenos from the farmers market and made a big pot of spicy tomato tuna bake and especially with the weather being How It Is that was great, I'm making a mushroom one sometime soon it kicked ass. That recipe was loosely based on this one, although I put in a bunch of extra vegetables.

#last monday of the week #Youtube

[distinctlywhumpthing]

for early days requests: please more whumpee thinks caretaker is new master misunderstandings

Unintentional

Drabble set after part thirteen — Masterlist

As always, beta-read by @alittlewhump <3

CW: BBU, institutionalized slavery, dehumanization, panic/panic attack, dissociation/PTSD flashback, surgical/medical whump implied and subsequent “side effects” and trauma, explicit language. Implied past noncon, Aiden fearing noncon, lots of angst.

Leo sank into the couch cushions, replaying the last hour in his head. It had been less than ideal, to say the fucking least. It hadn’t even occurred to him—

He groaned and leaned forward, dropping his head into his hands. The mistakes were all so clear, in hindsight, when there wasn’t a damn thing to be done about them. 

The poor kid. 

Aiden hadn’t touched his dinner, for starters. Leo had even caved and ordered Papa Gino’s, thinking maybe it was something about his cooking that was putting Aiden off. What teenager could resist pizza? He’d brought the boxes to the table: simple, no-qualms cheese pizza, breadsticks, marinara sauce for dipping. Thought using the paper plates that came with it and no silverware would help even more. But Aiden hadn’t so much as nibbled the crust of his slice and spent the whole meal staring down at his hands in his lap. Fists balled inside the sleeves of Leo’s hoodie that he couldn’t seem to convince him to surrender long enough to be washed.

“Hon…”

Aiden dropped his head, shoulders coming up to his ears. 

The pizza felt heavy in Leo’s stomach. He took a sip of Coke, reminding himself it had taken years before he'd worked up the courage to start his own painting business, let alone branch into other areas, it was going to take Aiden longer than a month to trust that he was safe. 

He started again, gently, “Hon, I’ve noticed everything in the fridge.” 

Aiden visibly stiffened. 

(First mistake: Making Aiden feel like his every move was tracked.) He’d stopped hoping Aiden was eating anything after he left for work once he’d really paid attention to what the kid had been packing away as leftovers. 

He waited another beat in case Aiden was just working up to saying something. For fuck’s sake he’d be so relieved to hear the kid was Celiac or lactose intolerant, anything. 

Or not. 

Leo took a deep breath. “You can try telling me what you would…” He trailed off because Aiden’s chin was wobbling, his eyes filling with tears. (Second fuck up: Aiden never reacted well to being put on the spot.) He backpedaled feebly, “Alright, okay. I just want to figure out what’s not working here, that’s all.”

Well, that did it. Now Aiden was full-on crying. He brought his hands up to cover his mouth, muffling his sobs, tears darkening the fabric of the sleeves where they landed. 

“Hey, it’s—” Leo reached for his shoulder. 

Aiden flattened himself against the back of his chair, stiffening, his eyes wide. (Third misstep: Not letting Aiden come to him.)

Leo’s hand hung between them awkwardly, just about where Aiden’s shoulder had been. He withdrew it slowly, fingers spread, to place it deliberately on the table in front of him. 

Beside him, Aiden reanimated slowly. First his eyes, frantically searching Leo’s face and hands and posture, measuring the space between them. He started shaking his head in quick, little movements. “Nnnn—no…m’sorry….Please, Mmm’mister…M’sorry.” 

If that wasn’t heartbreaking enough, he slid to the edge of the chair so his ribs were up against the table, even closer than he’d been before. Ever so slightly, he leaned his right shoulder toward Leo. Offering himself up, like he was more afraid of the consequences of flinching away than of whatever harm Leo might have done to him initially. All the while visibly trembling. 

It took a second for Leo to find his voice, to find his breath. It didn’t feel right to try to physically comfort him now, not with this retroactive and fearful acceptance of the gesture. “It’s okay, you’re fine. We’re good, it’s okay.” He did his best to put on an easy smile and appear unhurried as he redirected his attention to finishing another slice of pizza and drinking some Coke. In reality, giving Aiden some time to recover, or whatever, as much as he could at least. 

When he looked over again, Aiden hadn’t moved back in the chair but had wrapped his arms around himself. This was obviously not going to improve any time soon. 

“Hon, do you want to go to bed?”

He steeled himself as Aiden looked for the trick or threat. It hadn’t gotten any easier to fall under the umbrella of mistrust, after all these weeks, even after seeing the physical evidence of why he felt unsafe.

Finally, Aiden gave a small nod. Well, what sufficed as a nod. It was more just ducking his chin and leaving it tucked against one side of his collarbone. He blinked up at Leo with those wide eyes, waiting for him to make the first move. Leo knew it was likely because he needed confirmation that he’d answered right. 

Not for the first time, Leo wondered if he really was the best person to be doing this. It didn’t seem like such a bad thing that his self-pity and impatience were constantly reality checked. What worried him was the feeling that even working his hardest to be gentle, predictable, and consistent, he didn’t have a chance in hell. He could be making it worse, he could be doing nothing, neither harming nor hurting, but maybe the fact remained that Aiden simply needed professional help. He’d been naively telling himself to wait just one more week, one more day, until after the weekend. There was always a reason not to make any calls. Maybe it was time. 

“Come on then,” he said gently. It wasn’t really like Aiden needed his help anymore, he wasn’t the most graceful but he was much steadier than that first week. Still, Leo followed him up the stairs, just in case. 

Leo busied himself with folding towels from the dryer while Aiden brushed his teeth. At some point, he’d told him to help himself to the shower while he was at work and the kid hadn’t missed a day since. Leo would leave him a change of clothes on the counter before he left for work and Aiden put the day before’s in the hamper, unfailingly—save the damn sweatshirt. It was impressive how consistent he was about routines except for the meals. It made Leo wonder—

Aiden stepped into the hallway, curling his bare toes in the runner carpet. It was Leo’s personal favorite, grey wool that sat on the dark walnut hardwood nicely. Just a hair shy of too scratchy and textured with a pattern of knots and cables. 

“Did I forget socks this morning?” (Fourth mistake. Or was it the first because he had forgotten this morning before all of the other missteps? Wait, if he was counting mistakes from the start of the day, there were definitely more things he could have handled better from the start…)

The hesitant nod.

“It’s gonna be cold tonight, why don’t you go grab some from my room. I’ll put this laundry in now.”

Aiden bit his lip and turned quickly toward Leo’s bedroom. 

What Leo really needed to do was go buy the kid some clothes of his own but so far it wasn’t technically necessary as long as he kept up with the laundry. It was more a matter of principle than logistics though. But there wasn’t a dresser in the guest room. Only a desk, its drawers stuffed full of all manner of crap he hadn’t laid eyes on since he dumped it in there out of the moving boxes. He could take the time to go through it, maybe get rid of the desk and—he pumped the brakes. It felt way too presumptuous to think about outfitting the guest room as Aiden’s room. Sometimes it was hard to believe wanting to give a cup of coffee to a homeless person on a snowy morning had turned into…this, whatever it was. 

He hit Start on the machine and closed the doors to the closet, turning to ask Aiden if he needed anything else but he wasn’t there. The futon was also empty in the guest room at the end of the hall. He turned into his bedroom. “Top left—”

Oh, Aiden. (Counting be damned, this was the biggest mistake, the one that mattered.)

He stepped back into the hallway and dropped down to Aiden’s level. He needed to not make this worse. “Aiden, you don’t have to do that. I’m not—that’s never going to happen to you here.” Or anywhere else, ever again, he wanted to say but for all he knew this could be the thing that sent Aiden running. Back out into the same world that had only ever shown him cruelty. 

The words didn’t make a difference. Aiden's expression remained empty, gaze fixed to a spot on the floor in front of where he knelt beside the bed. Leo couldn’t reach him wherever he’d gone in an attempt to survive what he thought was about to happen.

Leo was a fucking idiot for not having considered this at all. He’d seen everything Aiden had suffered. It should have been obvious that anyone capable of harming another person like that would cross any and every line. Each of the times Aiden had let him touch him now seemed even more weighted. Leo felt sick imaging what the poor kid had feared through every hug, every arm over his shoulders, every pat on his back. Aiden deserved someone who would have known this from the beginning and not been so fucking clueless. God, fuck, he could have slapped himself for being such a dumbass. But right now, Aiden needed someone and he was all the poor kid had. 

He took a breath and tried again, “Okay, okay. Aiden, it’s okay. Why don’t you come out of there?” 

Nothing. 

All Leo wanted to do was rush over and scoop him off the floor, hold him until he stopped shaking, until he felt safe. He raised his voice a little, trying to keep it just as gentle, “Aiden, come over here.” He’d always wondered if Aiden had any residual pain. It was hard to tell if certain ways he moved were because he was weak and uncoordinated in his underfed, gangly body or if he was actually avoiding pain. 

At this moment, it seemed like a combination of all three that had Aiden struggling. At the very least, the effort of trying to get his feet under him seemed to wake him from his trance. His eyes locked with Leo’s as he tried in vain to get himself standing. He needed help pulling himself up but pointedly refused to lay even a finger on the bed, as if it wasn’t just a neutral, inanimate object and never had been. There was nothing else within his reach but it was like touching the bed would be an admission or an invitation of some kind.

Any other time, Leo would have offered a hand or just lifted him under his arms without even asking. Even knowing it would take just a few seconds before he had him out in the hallway it felt like it would cross a line that they couldn’t come back from. He couldn’t risk even a moment of Aiden thinking he’d lied or changed his mind. Not about this. So he waited, clenching his hands into fists in his pockets, trying to maintain an air of ease. He nearly broke when Aiden gave up and started crawling the distance to the doorway, tears streaming down his cheeks, but never breaking his defensive eye contact. 

Leo moved back down the hall and sat at the top of the stairs. He wanted to give Aiden space in the hallway and make sure that there was nothing between him and his room, if he wanted to go there. Leo wondered if he’d ever really felt safe in that bed either. 

Aiden knelt again in the hallway. Now that he was crying, he kept his shoulders rounded, leaning forward like it was taking everything in him not to just curl up in a tiny ball.

This was another situation where it didn’t seem like words really mattered. Leo just had to keep showing that he would never hurt Aiden, that he was safe. It might even take years. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize…” Leo took a breath and ran his hand over his hair. It felt impossible to make a difference. His apology was a single raindrop in an arid valley. He hadn’t even fucking started. They were miles away from anything taking root, anything flourishing. “Hon, you’re in control here. Whatever you need to do, okay?” Leo hardly felt equipped to weather the conditions, to try to soften any of this for either of them but especially Aiden. “I’ll just be downstairs watching TV…” He would have patted Aiden on the shoulder but that didn’t seem right anymore so he just slid off the top step and went downstairs. 

He’d replayed the evening in his head a few times, sitting on the couch while he listened for any hint of what Aiden might do. Would he just stay where Leo had left him? Somehow that was even worse than giving him the physical comfort Leo now realized had always been tainted. He was about to go upstairs to check when he heard something. Aiden crying. He knew the sound well enough by now. His sobs were somewhat muffled so at the very least he had probably gone into the guest room, hopefully gotten into his bed. Leo’s chest ached, as the minutes wore on, listening to Aiden cry but he remained frozen. He didn’t want to invade the space that should be Aiden’s alone, if it was even remotely possible that it felt safe to him. Nor did he want to force him to listen and pretend to care about all the things he wanted to say that ultimately only made Leo feel better.

So, he just sat and listened to Aiden cry, wondering if things would be any better tomorrow.

Masterlist

@octopus-reactivated @maracujatangerine @nicolepascaline @mazeish @whumpy-writings @in-patient-princess @meetmeinhellcroutons @briars7 @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @jo-doe-seeking-inspo @neuro-whump @painsandconfusion @wolfeyedwitch @skyhawkwolf @haro-whumps @onlybadendings @peachy-panic @fillthedarkvoid @rabass @crystalquartzwhump @dont-touch-my-soup @jadeocean46910 @mylifeisonthebookshelf @hold-him-down @guachipongo @local-cawcaw @leyswhumpdump

#BBU #bbu #box boy rescue #whumpee thinks caretaker is new master #clueless caretaker #dubious caretaker #box boy universe #box boy whump #bbu whump #pet whump #whump #hurt no comfort #angst no comfort #implied noncon #dehumanization tw #conditioning tw #institutionalized slavery tw #internalized ableism tw #sorry boys #things get worse before they get better #ask drabble #asks always open #have had this one for a while #i got distracted by a whole au version where leo is not so nice #just a little overcorrecting after how fluffy the last post was

[sidewalkchemistry]

Tomatoes (Solanum lycopersicum, Solanaceae - Nightshade Family)

Native to Mesoamerica though via colonization tomatoes became a signature ingredient in European cuisines (eg. Italian). Modern cuisines worldwide, in fact, would look much different if Indigenous Americans were unaware of the brilliance of the tomato.

Interestingly, the fruits were previously shunned and thought to be deadly poisonous by Europeans and American settlers. This scenario has lent itself to the term 'tomato effect.'

Coined in the Journal of the American Medical Association 27 years ago, the tomato effect describes the rejection of highly efficacious therapies by the medical establishment because they happen to go against the prevailing conventional wisdom.

Imported from the New World, “By [the year] 1560, the tomato was becoming a staple of the continental European diet…[A]t the same time it was actively shunned in North America [for literally centuries]… The reason…is simple: they were poisonous. Everyone knew they were poisonous, at least everyone in North America. It was obvious.”

Examples of this tomato effect—a slavish devotion to orthodoxy—are mentioned in medicine. For example, ignoring the successful use of this plant in the treatment of gout for a thousand years before modern medicine “discovered” it was the drug colchicine. Aspirin was also ignored for almost 3,000 years of successful use as willow tree bark extract.

Tomatoes used to grow as wild as weeds in Central and South America. The Aztecs and Incas were among the first known to use the plant in their food.

They have an unmistakeable bright cheery taste which fits into the savory & umami flavor categories. They are also very cooling and hydrating in nature, which allows it to harmonize perfectly with the sunny days of its growing season. A simple taste of tomatoes captures the essence of such days. It's no wonder why it is one of the most consumed "vegetables" in the United States, even critical to many fast food dishes.

The leaves of the tomato have also been feared, even into our current times. But many have eaten & cooked with it, though it would be unwise to consume the leaves in excessive portions, which is the same for any one leafy green. Due to the content of antinutrients in leafy greens combined with the varied ability to handle these antinutrients (eg. oxalates), which is thought to change according with one's genetics & gut microbiome status, eating an assortment of different greens is a general nutritional recommendation.

The tomato fruit is a notable source of Vitamins C, E, and K, potassium, and lycopene (an antioxidant, and thus gives tomato the reputation of aiding prevention against inflammation-related diseases and imbalances). On a similar vein, it is brewed as tea, though very rarely, to bring relief to cold & flu symptoms.

Nutrient absorption of the tomato is thought to be improved once cooked or processed in other ways which softens the cell walls. The combination of tomatoes and olive oil may also been an intuitive realization of increased nutrient absorption.

The fruit is a main ingredient in the following: sauces like marinara, ketchup, salsa, pico de gallo, tomato paste, tomato juice, tomato soup, gazpacho, pizza, ratatouille, paella, tagine, bravas sauce, shakshuka, fried green tomatoes, jollof rice, tomato galettes, butter chicken, tikka masala, saneyet batates, burgers, etc.

Its flowers tend to be small and yellow. The flower's energies have been captured in vibrational flower essences. They're thought to hold a 'warrior energy,' with qualities of mental strength and endurance. It has been reported to aid with nightmares, depression due to unhappiness with one's weight, dentist's office anxiety, pets with uncontrollable fear or a history of traumatic abuse, and addiction management.

(Photograph by Mats Dreyer)

#txt #dream garden #tomatoes #food centric herbalism

[ezcater]

Why the Deep Dish Pizza was Made for the Office Party 

Is the deep dish pizza underrated? When offices throw a pizza party, deep dish doesn’t often make the cut. Instead, you’ll find a spread of more traditional pizzas. However, this April 5���Deep Dish Pizza Day—is the perfect time to change that. This doesn’t mean traditional pies no longer have a place at the office pizza party. It means it's time to mix things up!

Deep dish pizza is the kind of pizza that can deliver a substantial bite of pizza goodness from top to bottom, toppings to crust. It’s the kind of pizza you can order from South of Chicago Italian Beef & More when you’re catering Indianapolis office pizza parties. While it might not be offered by every pizza establishment, if you can find it, it can be well worth the order. It’s a Whole Lotta Pizza Deep dish pizzas can vary from pizza place to pizza place. Some are a bit thicker than your average pizza. Others, however, go deep, offering a serious amount of pizza goodness. Either way, you can end up with a whole lotta pizza. This may mean you need fewer pies all around (which can be great for budgeting). Here’s an example of “a whole lotta pizza.” If you’re catering Wilmington NC office parties, Jay’s Incredible Pizza steps things up. You can get more traditional pies and you can go deep with offerings like their Don Chicago Style Pie Pizza (featuring pepperoni, salami, Canadian bacon, ground beef, crumbled Italian sausage, mozzarella, and marinara). It’s a Great Way to Feed a Crowd Deep dish pizzas can be “a whole lotta pizza” in a very practical sense. They’re a great way to feed a lotta people. When your office or workplace announces a pizza party, you know a few ears are going to perk up. Pizza draws a crowd. When you order more traditional pizza options, those pies tend to go fast. Deep dish pizzas, on the other hand, can go a bit slower. You can get more pizza for your party buck and because there is so much pizza per slice, people get their fill. Of course, you can always mix and match different types of pizza. That’s a great thing about pizza: you can order a few pies and get something to satisfy the whole office. The Deep Dish Pizza is Simply Underrated Is deep dish pizza underrated? The simple answer is yes! It’s not always easy to track down a highly-rated pizza place with deep dish. Some cities and regions around the country have plenty of deep dish options, while others may have only a few. It’s not always the go-to order, either. Who knows? You may have someone in your office who’s never had deep dish. Thankfully, if you’re catering Nashville office pizza parties, that’s easy enough to fix. If you think a place called Little Chicago Restaurant has deep dish pizza, you’d be on the money. They have a full section of their menu dedicated to deep dish. It doesn’t get much better than that! About ezCater ezCater is here to help connect you or your business with top-rated, local food options. ezCater is a web-based catering platform. The company started as a way to help medical sales reps find quality catering for sales meetings all over the country. Today, ezCater serves businesses of all kinds. Whether you’re searching for lunch catering for the team or need corporate catering for the entire company, ezCater can help. ezCater is available in every state and has over 100,000 catering partners coast-to-coast. You can order top Cincinnati catering for today’s lunch or put in an order for catering Dallas corporate events ahead of time. With ezCater, you get access to flexible, reliable order tools, and plenty of food options to satisfy any team! Order deep dish pizza for your next office pizza party at https://www.ezcater.com/ Original Source: https://bit.ly/3JhVMjk

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David Badaro Expose 10 Reasons Why Too Much Sugar Is Bad for You

Sugar is good for you in moderation, but too much can lead to weight gain, acne, type 2 diabetes and an increased risk of many serious medical conditions.

Added sugar can be found in even the most unexpected products, from marinara sauce to peanut butter.

Many people rely on quick, processed foods for meals and snacks. Since these products often contain added sugar, it makes up a large portion of their daily calorie intake. A Fact: Do you know?

In the United States, the average adult consumes an estimated 17 teaspoons of added sugar per day. This is 14% of the total calorie intake in adults following a 2,000-calorie diet. Being a doctor, David Badaro believe that sugar consumption is a major cause of obesity and many chronic diseases, such as type 2 diabetes. That’s why dietary guidelines suggest limiting calories from added sugar to less than 10% per day.

Here are 10 reasons why eating too much sugar is bad for your health.

It Can Cause Weight Gain

May Increase Your Risk of Heart Disease

Linked to Acne

Increases Your Risk of Type 2 Diabetes

May Increase Your Risk of Cancer

May Increase Your Risk of Depression

May Accelerate the Skin Aging Process

Can Increase Cellular Aging

Drains Your Energy

Can Lead to Fatty Liver

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Tue, Feb 6, 2024

Lately I have become extremely nostalgic for the Web 1.0 era of the internet. It started with me looking at archived Usenet posts via Google Groups, but has turned into me spending hours on the Wayback Machine looking up sites I used to haunt back in the 90s and early 2000s. Stuff like The Gaming Intelligence Agency (which is still up somehow), Elfwood, Toriyama's World, or various rabbit holes from the Anime Web Turnpike. I really miss the days everyone had their own website (I had several if you're wondering. A Flame of Recca fan site, for example). I want to be one of the cool kids and join Neocities in hopes it'll give me a similar vibe, but I haven't done HTML in years and feel a bit intimidated by it. So for now maybe a Tumblr diary will do. So that's what this is, a rambling online diary like the kind I kept as a teenager. It seemed cheaper than therapy.

Rambling about being a new parent and venting about my in-laws below. It's not particularly interesting. Next time I'll just write about video games I'm playing, probably.

I became a dad in November 2023. My emotions and mental health have been sort of all over the place since the day we checked into the hospital. I had always wanted a family of my own, and my wife and I both felt we would regret not having at least one child. I have a lot of insecurities about being a first time father at my age. I'm 38 now, and I just keep thinking about how I'll be 43 when my son is 5, and worry I won't be able to keep up with him. But here we are.

My wife was induced and spent 30 hours in labor before the doctor finally gave us the option for a C-Section. She didn't even hesitate to say yes, honestly just relieved to get it over with. The operation went fine, but apparently I am a lightweight when it comes to gore. Seeing my partner's blood and guts all over the surgeons had my anxiety screaming. Also, no one will ever believe me, but during the surgery the anesthesiologist, Bob, was playing on his phone. All of a sudden an ad for homemade marinara started playing, and the whole room stopped to stare at him. Surgeons still covered in bloody bits. Bob just mumbled "bad timing" and turned the volume down. What an absolute legend. I love you, Bob!

The experience of holding our son for the first time was just as powerful as I had always heard. So many different feelings washed over me all at once. I'd never even held a baby before then. Seeing my son being held up against my significant other's head made me cry.

Unfortunately, I am a peon at a public library, and my wife works retail, so neither of us are great breadwinners. Oops. Sorry, baby! So now we have super fun medical bills while we also figure out a budget. Currently we are living with my in-laws. Having to adjust to both our newborn and their family routine has been a challenge for us both.

Some days are great. Others are hard. Especially in the first month, where some nights the baby would just scream his head off for hours. I knew I hated loud noises, but I never realized how triggering a baby's cry could be. I'm not suicidal, but I've spent several nights imagining a scenario where I'd jump into my car and driving off a cliff. This has gotten better recently as he now does fairly good job of sleeping through the night. It's a lot easier to be patient with his crying when we are not exhausted.

My wife had a few struggles with post-partum depression. The week after giving birth, her hormones were all over the place and she had frequent panic attacks. One morning she woke up, walked into the living room and saw our son, only to then throw up. She is over this now thankfully, and has put a lot of energy into figuring out how to be a mom. I'm very proud of her.

The In-laws are a huge help, but there are pros and cons to their assistance. There are times where my wife and I really need to learn how to deal with our son's tantrums by ourselves, but the grandparents will insist on taking him. I appreciate the help, but I worry about not being able to handle him myself. In fairness, I might struggle to get him down for an hour, but Grandma can get him to sleep on five minutes. It's like dark magic for grandparents, I swear.

I am also prone to feeling like a burden on the family. I notice a lot of little corrections. Stupid things like say I take some chips from the cupboard and I know I'll put them back in a moment. I might decide to leave the door open for a moment, but Grandma walks in and immediately shuts the cupboard. Other times I might leave a light on which Grandma turns off while I'm still using. I also feel like every interaction I have with my son is being judged. If he's crying and I set him down for a few minutes, someone feels the need to swoop in and take him from me. It's like leaving him be in his bassinet while he's awake his frowned upon.

My In-Laws also have a family culture where everyone hangs out in the living room together all day. This is completely new to me, and I'd rather be alone in my room most of the time. It doesn't help that they are a family that keeps their television on all day and I get very sick of hearing the news cycle repeat over and over. This recently had consequences when Grandpa came home from work sick, and apparently keeping the baby in another room, away from the sick guy, was never even considered.

As you might expect, our baby got sick. I was pissed. I just couldn't believe that I would come home from work to find grandpa coughing just a few feet away from him, and no one thought to keep them separated. Our son then passed his cold onto the rest of the household (not covid or flu, as several of us have tested negative).

So that brings us to now. A week after getting sick, I am still having issues with sinus drainage along with aches and pains. Our son is doing better, and you can't even tell my wife was ever sick. I'm very jealous. I should probably take a few moments to proof read all this, but I've already been typing on my phone for an hour and feel silly about posting this at all.