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clenastia · 2 months
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i dont know why the running joke of this chapter is kakashi fearing for his kidneys. where did that come from. WHY did that come from.
i should probably cut that in editing it's a little ridiculous.
except it makes me giggle every time so maybe i should leave it there.
#girl's mind fanfic#clena's writing progress#just have to write ONE more conversation and the whole chapter is done. but DAMN if editing wont be a bitch#still wondering if i should cut jiraiya's 3-page infodump#because while most people dont mind#some people keep commenting saying that my fic is too wordy and i keep adding unnecessary things#and like. they're 1% of reviews but i have the emotional fragility of a china teacup#i cry when i get those sorts of reviews and they ruin my day even tho i get twenty comments who love my rambling#but like. also. i shouldnt delete stuff from my fic just for the 1% of assholes who will say mean things about it#but also i dont want to cry when someone inevitably says something mean about it.#most if not all of said assholes are on fanfiction dot net so technically i could just stop cross posting#except there are people on that site who DO like my rambles so#ugh. why am i such an emotionally sensitive crybaby. my life would be so much better#if i didnt have such thin skin#i'm 90% certain that jiraiya's 3-page infodump is going to get LONGER with editing cause i'm gonna turn it from infodump into#an actual conversation. so who knows how many pages it'll be by the end. the chapter's already 6500 words#which is double my average chapter length#and i DO like the info he presents even if it maybe ISNT strictly required for progressing the story. probably only the last paragraph is#ugh. i wish people would just never say mean things ever. then i wouldn't have a problem with anything xD
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mitamicah · 4 months
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The finished result 😁
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needylittlegirl · 3 months
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not tto brag but im the bravest person i know
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opens-up-4-nobody · 3 months
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#hello darkness my old friend. I have insomnia again#it seems i wont get back to sleep. making this the 4th night in a row of 4 to 5hrs sleep. woof#is it insomnia or am i on the bleeding edge of hyp0mania? idk its weird. i can feel the strain in my head#my thoughts dont connect as well. its like im being pulled in two directions. my brain becoming spaghettified. growing thin around the#middle. but im not as tired as one might expect. ive been pretty productive and optimistic but anxiety and internal restlessness are up#like im tired but also i need to get up and pace around. maybe jump up and down. maybe run in circles.#the energy comes in waves. sitting in lectures or sitting for the extended addition of l0tr has been somewhat unbearable#bc im so contained. i would not ever get up and walk around while those things were happening but i desperately wanted to#ugh. whats my problem? who's to say. could also b the medication. i see the psychiatrist next week and i think ill beg to b put back on#lam1ctal. just bc when i was taking it on a super low does i had a week or feeling the most normal i think i ever have in my life#anxiety and evil thoughts were so small and i felt happy in a way im not sure i ever have been#like i think under normal circumstances i just have a low capacity for joy. at most i feel neutral. like i was telling my friends how i#might do some field work in winter and they were enthusiastic abt it and i kno y bc it sounds cool but idk i just dont feel anything abt it#i cant see past the pain it will take to get there. and i mean mood wise i feel alright on 4bilify like in a nutral way but stable isnt#the same as feeling happy. but maybe its all just in my head. 25mg lam1ctal shouldnt b enough to b effective#but idk i think im just sensitive to the chemicals in my body. including hormone fluctuations. idk. i hope she lets me switch.#itll b a pain in the ass to readjust in terms of going off what im on now and it might not work#but theres literature on retrying lamicta1 and they say to avoid inflammatory reactions in the first 2 months. which i did not do. oops#not that i was trying. i didnt think abt it until id had a million holes poked in my skin and was experiencing a mild tatt00 allergy#ugh. anyway. tbh id prefer this being hyp0mania vs insomnia bc then at least i can continue to function a bit during the day#ive never done anything that wild while hyp0manic aside from injure myself from over exercising and make bad choices in how i spend time#ie become insane abt something and not b able to think abt anything else. ugh. and i guess at this point ive tentatively accepted the idea#of being bip0lar. so i swear to christ if i was misdiagnosed ill b so mad. its just that if i fill out an 4dhd and bip0lar checklist. i#get a way heavy positive with bip0lar and the 4dhd is meh. so i think i just have overlap in symptoms due to dyslex1a and 4utism#ugh. me and my collection of diagnoses. so it goes#unrelated
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marklikely · 1 year
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the framing of the critic character in the menu really pissed me off bc no offense but if i was paying 12k for a meal and you served me a broken emulsification id comment on it too
#man. she was engaging in good faith with the art of the meal the entire time and the movie is just like. lol isn't she sooo pretentious#isnt it so pretentious to engage with high art and try to read into the artistry of it. just eat a cheeseburger#god that movie thematically was so stupid.#avpost#i have watched enough food network to know that not breaking a sauce is like#its not easy but its a basic skill that a professional chef is expected to have. and youre charging thousands for this#within your own metaphor its like you can't get pissy when a critic notices your very rookie mistakes#that frankly you shouldn't be making at a high level of prestigious art.#also for me any art thats like 'look this critic character is so mean they just hurt the poor artists' will literally never play#if one honest negative review shuttered your small business restaurant then maybe you were bad at food. sorry#AND LIKE. ok i know plenty of art has been unfairly panned by critics who didnt really get it#but in my eyes when i see a piece of art complain abt critics it doesnt come across that way#its more like 'im a scam artist and i dont like that critics can call me out for making garbage and passing it off as art'#thats just always how it plays to my eyes and ears yknow#like it feels overly defensive and thin skinned like you just cant handle people not liking your creation.#so yeah. im always gonna like default to 'idk man maybe the critics had a point about you'#im also just in general like. i dont often agree with professional critics but im glad they exist. im pro critique.#which makes me biased lol
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strwbrymlkshake · 1 year
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ohh I do want to pass away why am I so stupid
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#mine#🎸#why am i such a terrible person 😇 genuinely what the fuck#me when i want to cry and tear my skin off over a minor mistake ufhdshdjfjg can i stop being fucking stupid for once#crying over a mistake right NOW actually everything is so difficult i dont know what im supposed to do in these situations!!!!!!!#i get in trouble for not knowing what to do in social situations then i have to apologize and i didnt know THAT either.#bashing my head against the wall violence maiming killing death torture bloodletting slicing tearing defenestrating murdering annihilating#me anmd my epic autism powers. shouldnt i know better why csnt you understand!!! who is at fault here! i dont even know#ashshsjdksjfklsfke im wanna cry so hard everything sucks right now im too busy for this shit. for Emotions#why are you punishing me do you hate me?! did you never even like me at all are you trying to make me mad!!! why#im so tired and frustrated i want everything to go perfectly but its not nothing can be perfect in this terrible world he is going to hate#me now. hell why do i have urges like this it always ruins everything im being so selfish arent i aren't i arent i !!!!!!!! why cant we#be FUCKING compatible and perfect snd everything what is the problem am i the problem?!?? why cant you understsnd what im trying to tellyou#maybe it really would just be better if i died nothing good has happened or is going to happen to me since he probably hates me and#my life sucks!!!!! my face hurts from crying i cant cry properly it hurts it feels so hot why cant it end already!!!!!!! why cant#we be perfect like we are supposed to why cant you UNDERSTAND it seems easy to understand to ME whwueh i am mortified my throat hurts#my head hurts i hate this world why couldnt i resist why did i have to be vulnerable id be better off if. well i dont know#i do want to crush bones and flesh beneath my hands to be honest i dont KNOW i thought it was going well i thought it was good#the thread i am hanging on by is quite thin actually why do i care so much why do i care so little im going to explode right meow!!!#my mood is so ruined i dont know if im even used to this whole thing i cannot get in particular moods im so. rgrhrhggr none of this post#is going to make sense i just need to say words while crying then itll be fine probably#this is just another one of god's little tests i think that everyone will hate me no matter what in the end so i have to enjoy it while#it lasts. no matter how hard i try everything always ends up the same way. all this started because of my mistakes and itll end with them
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intertexts-moving · 1 year
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also second normal person question of the night: did u guys ever like. sew ur skin. in highschool. like for the bit. like yk just thru the first couple layers of skin not drawing blood or anything.
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stinkrascal · 1 year
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You were being such a bitch to the slash fiction person, glad to see they’re an upstanding person about it and you acting as a thin skinned loser.
They weren’t even coming off as condescending. Christ.. and to call them grandma, blindly insulting them shows your mental state.
Enjoy your new house I suppose, you don’t deserve it at all for the way you treat people who weren’t being hostile to begin with, please grow up.
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 anon who hurt you
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guideaus · 1 year
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not gonna be like "all anime is perverted and gross", but there are a ton of major artists that are casually accepted despite what they're into. the fucking rurouni kenshin author had SO much child pornography the cops thought he was distributing, and all the top shounen jump creators welcomed him back with open arms, his shown is getting a new reboot right now. that eizouken anime's creator had the same problem. you get shit like one punch man where just this week the artist released a cover drawing that absolutely looks like a sexy version of a 12 y/o barely covered. that blue period creator's personal drawings. a siscon character is a cliche type in anime and spy x family still has it. theres constantly girls falling in love with older men in shoujos. just so much shit and its crazy these people really try to portray it as "we're getting bullied for discussing serious issues!" or "we're fecing unjust harassment over shipping?!?!" which any normal person would say is weird, but then these people are straight up obsessed w like. basically drawing porn of children
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radmista · 1 year
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I need white people to shut the fuck forever about how scars form and heal, and how they "aren't that bad looking" when talking to dark skinned people
Yeah a white scar doesn't look that bad or obvious on your white ass skin, but when I'm multiple shades darker than you a bold white scar IS PRETTY FUCKING OBVIOUS
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oatbugs · 2 years
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tell us about your transcendental experience !
waiting for the bus + some here most in tags .
• empty train with at least a hundred people in front of it, none of them boarding
• the feeling i have failed in something i love (AI, love, long story)
• my bag is soaked in the alcohol someone got drunk on but i really dont care (it made them feel so at one with the music and i could see it and if it means they had to, through a series of chance, spill it on my bag, that is okay)
• HEY TARO !! (multiple hundreds of people shouting this out loud. ringing in my head in the best way)
• people saying "please don't go i'll eat you whole i love you so i love you so i love you so" to each other in a concert hall
• transcendent nature of memory and its everbearingness makes me deeply disconcerted but also now i feel simultaneously glad we have this burden to bear (the burden of forgetting is perhaps even worse unless you forget everything at once, in which case it's [just like] death)
• sat down on the ground i sang out loud with everyone like really loud like really really loud and i closed my eyes and let the light wash over my eyes and the loud music was the most . calming experience i have ever had
#• and even if i didnt sing id be so breathless after every song i think this is what catharsis really feels like#• on the way back i wanted to cry at everything that was beautiful which was precisely everything#• the vibrations of music and the vibrations of trains are sometimes so similar#• the drummer played the drums in a way i have never seen them played . smooth and with feeling the way orchestral pianists play .#id trust him with my heartbeat . he scrunched up the sheet music and threw it at the audience at the end#• my noise cancelling headphones enhance certain frequencies so it sounds louder than normal my head is against the walls of the train#and i can hear its insides its so beautiful (the gentlest wailing i have ever heard followed by the sea and wind and metal turning against#deep metal i can hear the rocks under the wheels and something similar to liquid#im convinced the insides of trains are haunted by the happinesses and pains let go inside of them)#• listen to dissolve me by alt j but imagine it bigger and louder and more beautiful in a room#full of beautiful images and beautiful light and beautiful souls singing it out loud (SHE MAKES THE SOUND THE SEA MAKES ME KNEE DEEP!)#• i am see through soap sliver youre thin as i begin rubbing lathers up your state worsens on my skin and gold fatless finger to lip#got catcalled multiple times by the same person and and said so on the gc and my friend called me saying she has guy fiends in this city#that can protect me in a heartbeat and im she can pull whatever strings she wants but i did feel safe and loved when she said that#• i feel like i need to burst into tears i really want to cry#• i like boys i have decided and realised that i like boys . i think my attraction qualifiees even if i change my mind again later#(like the way they swipe their hair back and when they have sharp teeth and when their hands are pretty)#fuck what if he thinks i like him i think he does but i need him not to think that at all#asks#anon
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uumumuu · 2 years
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how are you?????
No way to know, sorry!
Wanna see a picture of cyndaquil my little sibling drew while we were playing skribbl.io?
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the-acid-pear · 8 months
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Might as well tell y'all today I dreamt w the sims as I regularly do. This time I was playing w my man Ferdinand in a house way more beautiful than the ugly shit I left him stuck in rn and he was coming back home and he was pissing himself so I sent him to the bathroom but he ignored me instead walking past the house and entering a loading zone on the way to his bestie's house, Marcus Flex (who in my save has died rip). The dirt on his clothes and the awful mood let me know he had pissed himself in the way here. Marcus' house, or at least as far as I saw, was a small square with two big windows that made the insides perfectly visible, on the right sitting Marcus, the girl with the red bandana in the head from cottage living, whom Ferdinand had slight beef with, and a blonde woman similar to Sophia Bjergsen (but uglier), who was Marcus' girl. They all sat in front of a Christmas tree, a chimney to their right. On the left window more people could be seen, common friends, eating and chatting. Father winter excited the room and I was kinda upset I didn't get a gift too. I was gonna sent Ferdinand to eat or do Something about his needs when a robber dressed like in the Sims 2 walked out of the house as nonchalantly as Father Winter. He walked out of a lot and a pop up appeared, saying his name (Sia? Geia? Had I written this earlier I'd remember) had now escaped but soon died, and was warning about how from now on we'd be finding butchered corpses around town. It was very eerie and I'm not quite sure what it was implying. After that, I woke up.
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jemamore · 1 year
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i-cant-sing · 15 days
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Time Traveller AU pt3
Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here. Part 4 is here. Find the AU masterlist here! Check out my MASTERLIST here.
"This is so unnecessary" you whispered to the man sitting behind you. "Everyone's staring." Your eyes scanned over the mass of people in town, as your horse passed through.
You thought you would get your own horse, but Baldwin had other plans apparently, as he just picked you up from your armpits and plopped you in front of him on his horse.
You could feel him smiling from ear to ear. "I think they're just in awe of your beauty. I would suggest getting used to the stares, now."
You rolled your eyes. "Dont flatter me. I know how I look, besides- I was referring to us sharing a horse. Its unnecessary and its why everyones looking at us."
"I think its unnecessary to get another horse for you. You dont know how to ride them, and believe me when I tell you- these horses are wild. I dont want you to get hurt when they kick you off." He teased.
You scoffed. Alright, maybe you werent an equestrian, but how hard would it be to ride a horse anyways? Didnt Baldwin learn to ride one when his right arm was paralysed and he had to do with his thighs mostly to control the horse?
"Still, I couldve gotten a carriage. Or better yet walked? Maybe even ride a horse with someone else-" You quieted down as you felt a pair of lips peck behind your ear.
"Dont even think about it. Why would I let anyone touch you, be this close to my princess-" his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back closer to him. "Wouldnt you prefer your soon-to-be-husband to help you instead?" He whispered as his hand slowly found its way to rest on your belly, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Heat rose to your cheeks as you pulled his hand away and smacked it when it tried to touch your waist again. "Behave, Baldwin." You admonished with a smile as people looked at you. You dont want to create a scene (especially not one where history would report some lady smacking King Baldwin).
You getting flustered and angry only made him chuckle, as he leaned down to give the back of your head a kiss.
Enough with the PDA already. Arent medieval times supposed to be more conservative?
Ugh. Your lips formed into a thin line. Maybe he'll back off when you reach Salauddin and he sees how other Muslims act.
With some entourage accompanying you guys, you travelled away from the kingdom for almost an hour or so until you crossed that one sand dune beyond which Salauddin and his people were camping.
Before reaching the dessert, you had asked Baldwin if he had something that you could cover yourself up with. You want to adhere to the customs and not accidentally piss off one of the greatest Muslim rulers. Sure, you could've worn something more concealing before leaving the castle, but neither of you wanted people to know that you two were going to meet Salauddin.
Baldwin nodded and in one swift motion, he had removed his cloak and wrapped it around you, bringing the hood over you.
"But- what about you?" you looked back at him with wide eyes. People didnt just wear full length clothes back then just because of modesty, but also to protect their skin from sun damage.
He smiled. "I'll be fine, princess." No, you wont. And you're not risking yet another historical change by having the king of Jerusalem getting skin cancer.
Immediately, you tore off the bottom of your tunic and made a keffiyeh (a headdress) which covered both his head and his face. "There, now we can go."
From the keffiyeh, only his eyes were visible, which crinkled up. "Did you cover me up because you dont want women staring at me in awe?"
"What? Of course not. You just recovered from leprosy. Your skin would be sensitive to the harsh sun and heat of the desert-" He cut you off by laughing lightly.
"Whatever you say, princess. Whatever you say."
As you neared the camps, you saw men dressed in battle armour coming out of the tents, and you from the way he walked, the way he dressed, even his mere presence could make you recognise Salauddin from a mile away.
The horse stopped and Baldwin got down first before helping you down. You followed him as he walked towards Salauddin, who was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. An erie silence settled all around you, the sound of air whooshing being the only thing audible for a few moments. Salauddin stared into Baldwin, while men from both sides glared at each other, one hand on their swords, ready to fight.
"Salam alaikum." Baldwin spoke first.
Peace be upon you.
You heart dropped for a second when Salauddin didnt reply back immediately. With your hood covering your face, you couldnt exactly see his expressions, only resorting to his body language and sounds to anticipate his mood.
Salauddin's lip quirked up. "Walaikum asalaam." He opened his arms and both men embraced each other for a few moments and you could feel the tension around you finally melting away as men from both sides finally started conversing with each other normally now that their kings were talking amicably.
Salauddin patted his back and raised a brow at you. "Who taught you the keffiyeh to cover that sore face of yours?" Baldwin chuckled. "My fiancee- Y/n, princess come here will you?" You walked closer to Baldwin. "This is Y/n, and we're both here today to invite you to our wedding. Darling, say hi, will you?"
You gulped. "Assalamu alaikum".
Salauddin's ears perked up. "Walaikum asalam. That was perfect pronunciation. Have you been taught by Arab scholars?"
"About that..." Baldwin chuckled nervously. "Y/n, why dont you go there with the ladies? They seem pretty eager to meet you." Salauddin nodded his head and a couple of women, all wearing burqas approached you. "This is princess Y/n. Take good care of her." Salauddin told them as they took you to their tent, where only women remained.
Meanwhile, Salauddin let Baldwin in to his tent.
"So, whats the secret?" Salauddin asked as he sat down, beckoning Baldwin to do the same.
He took a deep breath. "Y/n is... a Muslim."
Salauddin blinked at him. "What?"
"She's Muslim." He repeated. "So could you just tell me about the Islamic wedding ceremony? Nikkah, right?"
Salauddin stared at him. "Are you joking?"
"No."
"You cant marry her, Baldwin."
"Why not?"
"Because she's a Muslim and you're Catholic!"
"So? I havent seen it stop Muslims from marrying non muslims."
"No- only muslim men can marry non muslim women. It doesnt work the other way around."
"Salauddin, thats sexist."
"Its not sexist- nevermind, I cant help you understand it. But no, you cant marry a Muslim woman."
"What if... shes not Muslim?" Salauddin gave him a puzzled look. "I... believe Y/n may be using religion as an excuse not to marry me."
"If she doesnt want to marry you, why do you wanna marry her?"
"She does want to marry me, she's just... confused. Look, Salauddin. She cured me- CURED leprosy. This doesnt happend to anyone. She- she has something holy about her. How else do you explain this miracle?"
"So what? You think God and what- Jesus? chose this girl for you? That they gave her healing hands to cure your disease? You think shes of divinity?"
Baldwin smiled softly. "I do." Salauddin rolled his eyes. "Youre infatuated with her, Baldwin. Its temporary. She performed some magic, or tricks and you think she's divine? Do not make a fool of yourself."
"Then explain how I suddenly got well, Salauddin. Youve travelled the world, you sent me your best Arab healers, you believe in sciences- explain to me how I was cured of my incurable disease."
Salauddin gazed at the young king. "Let me guess, she claimed that she's been sent by Almighty God to cure the King and save Jerusalem, and in return, you must marry her or give her your throne to fulfil some prophecy?"
Baldwin chuckled, leaning back against the ottoman a bit. "Actually, she's been denying that she did anything to help me, she keeps on making excuses to marry me, she avoids my affection- and if I'm being honest, attention." Salauddin's eyes furrowed a bit. What game are you playing?
"Maybe... Black magic?" Salauddin is well aware of witchcraft, its been mentioned by his religion too.
Baldwin shrugged. "She's far too angelic to be associated with that. I'm sure there would be prominent signs if she was involved in any sort of magic or witchcraft."
Salauddin was about to reply but just then, his guards came running in.
"Salauddin! There's a sandstorm coming!" Immeadiately both kings sprung up.
"Tie up the animals! Tell everyone to get in and take cover!" Salauddin barked orders at his men.
The women in your tent were immediately informed of the situation and they quickly started taking measures, with the men outside helping to nail down the tent and gathering the baby animals and children, bringing them inside the tent.
You got up to leave and go to Baldwin, but the women pushed you back down, telling you its not safe to leave.
"The storm is here! You can't leave now!" Well, alright then. You plopped back down on your seat, when you heard someone cry out loud and your eyes immeadiately saw the liquid on the floor.
Of course it was the pregnant lady.
The woman had went into labour and everyone rushed to help her. Everyone but you. Nuh uh, youre not meddling in this time, lest anyone else accuses you of having magic healing hands.
Another harrowing scream pierced through the room, with the harsh winds threatening to blow away the tent adding on to the tension.
Maybe I could just stand near them, just to make sure they are using proper hygiene. Or actually just to see how midwifes worked in the past. Yes, its for science.
You stood near the midwifes, out of their work field because you dont want to be an obstacle. Of course, you may have had caught the sight of the poor woman and her... vagina, which youre ashamed to say has made you sick to your stomach because child birth is not a beautiful phenomenon and fuck this shit youre never having babies.
After almost an hour, the baby was finally out. The stench of sweat and blood and the nightmarish sights you'd caught glimpses of had made you want to throw up when suddenly the enviorment turned gloomy. And it hit you.
The baby wasnt crying.
The mother who was previously crying from labour, was now crying due to a different kind of pain.
You felt for her, you truly did. Carrying a child for 9 months, making sure to take every precaution, not to mention the constant prayers for a healthy baby (and for some, specifically a boy) otherwise the mother would be blamed.
The midwife put the dead baby in the bassinet beside you before tending back to the grieving mother, who was still bleeding from down there.
"Poor Fatima." You heard one of the women whisper to her friend. "To wait for 8 years before she finally conceived... only for her child to die before he could even take his first breath."
Your heart broke as you heard them, the woman sobbed inconsolably. You turned your head to look at the baby in the bassinet and subconsciously, you wondered what went wrong.
Doesnt look like he was choked by the umbilical cord... and he doesnt look cyanotic either, so he probably wasnt dead inside the womb. Your eyes widened. Maybe-!
Your hands went to pick up the baby before halting mid air. No. No. I cant interfere- I cant mess with history more than I already have. I cant save a child who was destined to die-
Your head whipped to the woman who let out a shrill, devastating cry, begging God to let her son live.
Fuck it. You picked up the baby. Maybe this baby was destined to live.
Immeadiately you checked for breathing before putting the baby on a table nearby and placed two fingers on the left side of his chest, starting compressions.
"1. 2. 3-" you muttered under your breath, trying to recall what was drilled into your head when you were attending first aid classes. Pinching the baby's nostrils, you breathed into his mouth, eyes watching as his chest rise and drop. You repeated the compression set 2 more times when the baby finally took a huge breath and began crying.
Picking up the baby, you ran towards the bucket of water and started cleaning the baby's head and face off the mix of blood and amniotic fluid, while massaging his back and his feet to encourage him to breathe on his own.
After a few minutes, you turned around to cover the baby with a cloth swaddling him up nicely and thats when you finally looked around you.
Everyone was staring at you in shock, the sound of the baby crying echoing the silence.
Shit. You rocked the baby gently as you handed him to his mother, who also looked at you in shock with tear streaks on her cheeks. I hope... they didnt see me do CPR.
Yes, damage control. Thats what you need to do. You cleared your throat. "Um- yes, Allah has blessed you with a beautiful son. Lets be grateful to Him." And the women slowly began talking again and agreeing, some saying that they'll go give sadaqah (charity to please God) while others were going to go pray.
When you turned around, you saw Baldwin and Salauddin standing at the entrance of the tent, the former having a beaming smile while the latter looked in surprise.
Maybe it was the stench of sweat and blood in the room, maybe it was emotional situation you went through (high key nauseating), or maybe it was the mix of amniotic fluid and blood on your mouth from when you saved the baby, but the next moment, you lost consciousness.
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When you woke up, you noticed you were in a different, much bigger tent. Rubbing your eyes, you sat up with a groan.
"You're finally awake." You looked up to see Salauddin sitting at his desk in the other corner-
Salauddin? Your hands went to draw your hood over your face but you realised your (or well, Baldwin's) cloak had been replaced with a cotton niqaab that veiled your entire face except for your eyes.
Standing up, you looked in his direction. "Where's Baldwin?"
You heard him chuckle darkly. "He left."
"He left?" You heard him walk over to you, and instinctively you took a step back, narrowing your eyes at his audacity.
He towered over you, face neutral as he looked down at you. His hand gestured to his right, where a chess set was placed on a table.
"Do you play?" He asked, eyes never leaving yours.
Hesitantly, you nodded. He sat down, beckoning you to do the same.
"Ladies first." He let you start the game. "I should tell you though- if you wish to leave out of this place alive, you'll have to win."
What the shit? Is this some sort of psychological game? Or is this actually happening? I mean, people in the medieval times were crazy. Just because he's muslim shouldnt excuse him from insanity.
You picked up the white pawn. "Where is Baldwin?"
"I told you, he's gone." He moved his black pawn. "He sold you to me."
You looked up at him. What? "Focus on the game. You do not wish to know what will your fate be if you were to lose this game." You immediately picked up your bishop and moved it.
Salauddin clicked his tongue as he took your bishop. You moved your pawn again. "Why- why would he sell me? I'm his fiancee." You asked, your eyes never leaving the board. You're playing for your life here.
"Well, when we saw you use black magic to save that baby- oh, I took your other pawn too, mhm-" He smiled as he looked at your furrowed brows. "And then I told him that you cant be a muslim if you were using black magic."
"Black magic? When did I use it?!" you asked exasperatedly as you lost your knight.
"We saw you muttering something when you were "saving" that child." Muttering? When was I muttering? "One of the ladies even said they heard you whisper some repetitive words to a tune too."
Repetitive words-? You wanted to bang your head against concrete when you realised he was referring to you doing compressions to the rhythm of Stayin Alive by the BeeGees. This one is not your fault because the instructor taught you guys that.
"I was not doing black magic. Even so, who are you to decide if I am a Muslim or not?" You moved your other knight.
"I am Salauddin Ayubi-"
"So?" Salauddin looked at you.
So? So? No one has ever dared to ask him questions.
"Your real name is Yusuf. Salauddin is just a laqab, hm?" Your eyes never left the board as you made your move. "Do you think you're above me? Above Baldwin? Above anyone?" You didnt let him answer as you gestured at him to continue the game. "I dont recall you being a prophet. I dont remember you being a caliph even. So, Salauddin tell me what gives you the right to judge if I'm a muslim or not?" You asked as you took his pawn.
Salauddin narrowed his eyes at you, making his bishop take another pawn of yours. You didnt let it deter you as you practically snatched the same bishop of his with your rook. "Just because youre a muslim, you think you have the right to judge me?"
He scoffed at your words, making his move but you took yet another black pawn. "I am a Muslim. I was born in a Muslim family-"
"Exactly." You took more of his black pawns as he took your white ones. The board was mostly empty now. "You were born in a Muslim family. Do you honestly believe your Lord is happy with you because you were born in the right family? Is that the essence of what being a Muslim is?" Salauddin now looked at you but you didnt let your eyes stray away from the chess board. "Are you a Muslim because you were born in a Muslim family? Or were you born in a Muslim family because Allah knew you wouldnt find your way if you werent? If you were born in a catholic family, youd be a catholic? Lets say you are a Muslim, how do you know youre a good enough Muslim who can judge me? How do you know Allah will let you in heaven when youre on Earth declaring so and so is doing magic and isnt a muslim? Only Allah can judge us, not you Salauddin Ayubi." You stated calmly as you made your final move. "Thats checkmate."
You finally looked at him, your eyes holding satisfaction at his distressed face, though he masked it well.
How you wished to reveal to him that he was playing against a grandmaster whose parents made her take chess as a hobby since she was 6 because they believed it would make her smart and get into good colleges (it did. Thanks mom and dad.)
"Salauddin, we can play chess all you want but dont lie to me. You know I wasnt doing magic, and you know that I know that Baldwin wouldnt just leave me behind. So please, tell me, where is Baldwin?" Before he could reply, you continued. "Remember, lying is a sin."
At this, his eyes finally showed amusement. "He's outside, helping the women sew a niqaab for you. He wants to embroidery a flower in or something." You rolled your eyes at that. Of course, leave it to Baldwin to do cute romantic stuff.
Salauddin leaned back in his chair as he studied you. "So, how did you bring the baby back to life?"
"I prayed to Allah." He quirked a brow at you. "I also cleared his nostrils. They were plugged with fluid, so he didnt know or couldnt breathe with his lungs. Then I just warmed up his body a bit and he was crying- the baby was never dead. You know that no one can be saved from Azrael if Allah has written for that person to die."
Angel of death.
He gave you a nod, though his eyes watched you curiously. "How were you so sure that I knew you were a Muslim?"
You shrugged. "I just did." Why wouldnt you know when he was playing chess with you to check your psychology? Not to mention, he allowed you to be covered with a niqaab even when you were unconscious and let you stay in his tent? If he even doubted that you were a non muslim, you more than likely wouldve been treated far badly.
Salauddin chuckled. Of course, youd keep your secrets. "Then you know that as a Muslim woman, you cannot marry anyone of another faith."
"I dont plan on marrying Baldwin." You scoffed. "I already rejected him and have tried to sway his mind, but hes set on his decision. I think he actually believes that Im an angel or something divine."
He quirked a brow at you. "So he's forcing you to marry him?"
"I wouldnt say force- well, actually I would say that. But he doesnt treat me badly or anything. He's very sweet, even when I avoid him."
Salauddin clicked his tongue. "I could help you." You looked at him. "You are a Muslim, a part of the ummah. I could-"
"No. If youre suggesting starting a war, no." "Well, not a war, youre not that important." Damn. He grinned at your offended eyes. "I meant, I could send some people to sneak you out or-"
"No, if Baldwin finds out youre involved in any way in my escape he would-" you cant risk an extra crusade happening because of a damsel in distress, aka you. It would put the fate of Jerusalem at risk as well as the fate of the Ayyubid dynasty.
Wait. Ayyubid dynasty. They ruled over Egypt, Syria, Palestine, Yemen and so on. But Egypt was the learning center of the Islamic world during this time because they focused on arts and education which meant they hosted the world's greatest scholars there.
"Salauddin, can you get me to Egypt?" The king of Egypt, or sultan of Egypt looked at you quizzically. "I can, but why? Do you have family there?"
"What? No, I'm not running away to Egypt. Look, I just-" you cant explain to him about your escape plan that you were going to use the help of scholars to help you make the tools which you can use to fix your broken time machine. So, you lie. "You're someone who enjoys learning, right? I know you like history and sufism, and I would just love to get to know more about it."
With his head resting on his palm, he studied you. You intrigued him, and although he sensed you had ulterior motives, he agreed. "I cant take you there personally because I am busy here, but I could send you there with some trusted men." You smiled under your veil. This is exactly what you want. And almost as if he could sense your glee, he continued. "Your madly-in-love fiance wont send you alone, or at all."
"Let me worry about Baldwin, and he'll agree because I'm not running away. I'll work on my escape another way in which no one has to die." You said, finally standing up and walking out of the tent to find Baldwin who was sitting with the other veiled women, his eyes focused on the needlework.
"Baldwin." You called out with your hands behind your back as you walked upto him.
He looked up and his eyes practically sparkled at the sight of you. "Princess!" He stood up and immediately went to hug you but you stopped him before he could, nodding your head at onlookers. "Oh right, sorry." He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, ears turning pink as the women giggled.
He then picked up the niqaab he'd been working on, the blue cloth matched the color of his eyes. "Look, I made that flower." There was embroidery done on the sleeves. And of course, amongst the mass of tiny, delicate pink and white flowers, Baldwin made the biggest, slightly wonky flower.
It brought a smile to your lips. Gosh, he's such a-
You shake your head. No. No. You cant.
"Its beautiful, Baldwin. Thank you." He grinned at your praise, nodding his head as he folded it up. Still holding the embroidered niqaab in his hand, he walked over to Salauddin and shook his head. "We should get going now. Thank you for hospitality, Salauddin." The Kurdish nodded. "Of course. You're always welcome. And if you have any more questions about our traditions and rituals, dont hesitate to reach out to me. Although your wife to be seems quite knowledgeable on the subject herself." Your eyes widened every so slightly. Did Salauddin- did he just acknowledge that you're not as dumb as he thought you were.
Baldwin smiled before leading you towards his horse, helping you get on it.
Salauddin watched as your entourage left, and his mouth twitched.
You have piqued my interest, Y/n. He called his right hand man.
"We still have spies in Baldwin's castle, right?" The man confirmed. "Excellent. Have them find out all they can about lady Y/n. And prepare a small entourage ready to go to Egypt."
"Wont we be staying here, sultan?" The man asked, confused as to why Salauddin would be leaving Jerusalem this early.
"We will, but I will make a short trip in between."
Of course, Salauddin cant just let you go to Egypt alone. The sultan will have to make proper arrangements to welcome you there.
And to find out what you're really there for.
He returned to his tent, his eyes landing on the chess board. Walking upto it, he looked at how you had defeated him.
Salauddin smirked, using his finger to knock down the white king.
It'll be fun to make Baldwin jealous.
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The hunt
ft. Ghost & König alpha x omega reader
Summary: Poor y/n enters heat while two very big and strong alphas are right across from her
Word count : 1.7k (thx anon)
CW: Primal play?(not sure if it is but its heavily inspired by it) Omegaverse, Threesome, Hardcore sex, Begging, Messy sex, Alpha x omega sex, knot, animalistic typa behaviour?
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You and two comrades from the task force 141 decided to camp out for the night, soon after some soldiers from KorTac decided to join you guys after they seamingly where headed in the same direction as you guys.
After making a small fire, everyone was seated around it, Ghost and Soap right across you chitchatting, while you where engaging in a converstation with Horangi next to you. König was next to the gossiping dudes though a little further away tapping away on his laptop.
You could slowly feel yourself starting to burn up, and you thought about the feeling you had throughout the day. The primal need, an urge to be fucked senselessly, the whole day you where hardly focusing on your tasks. Now you start thinking to urself when was the last time you took your repressors, your clothes feeling too thight around you and a thin layer of sweat forming on your skin.
Now you start to panic as you realize your going into heat, and to make it worse there was 2 alphas right across from you. You swallow loudly as Horangi notices that you are shaking slightly.
"Y/n whats wrong.??" He asks softly, him being a beta meant he couldt smell your hormones building up quite strongly as Ghost and König did. A trickle of sweat runs down your forehead as you look over between Ghost and König, both now tensted up. König has stopped typing and is glarring at you now, while Ghost grew quite trying not to make it obviouse he sensed it.
"N-nothing, i think i-might be a little sick.." you mumble while quickly looking away from König and standing up, though his gaze never left you. His eyes piercing through your soul, your nose twitches a little bit as you begin to pick up on a scent. A scent so strong it makes you tremble in your knees, you grab onto Horangis shoulder for support as you cover your mouth. No this couldt be happening no no... you think to urself your heart now beating hard againts your ribcage. Horangi grabs your elbow trying to stabalize you until he picks up on it too, he tenses up, his grip on your elbow becoming thighter as he inhales more of your hormones.
"Y-y/n, this isnt...what I think it is?" He ask looking up at you with a worring look in his eyes, you could see he was trying to act normal. You stand there making eye contact with him until you hear somone walking over, it was König now feral looking, you could hear his loud breath. Horangi quickly stood up when he notices in what state König is, he grabs you and shields you while Soap gets up and tries to stop König. You could see Ghost also struggling, the atmposhpere grew heavy as everyone was now tense. Soap and Horangi exchanging glances, trying to think what to do next.
"I-im sorry.." you say yanking urself away from Horangis grip and starting to run towards the forest. Your thought was if you got away, they will eventually calm down, though this was proven false as you heard more commotion behind you. You didnt dare look back, barerly having enough strenght in the legs to even stand up. Your heart now on the verge of exploding as you ran deeper in to the woods.
Back at the fire, König has knocked out Soap and started marching towards the woods, Horangi quickly puts himself infront of the huge man.
"Look you need to cal-" his sentence was cut short with a hard punch from König. Ghost was already inside the forest looking for you.
You come to a stop, holding yourself againts a tree trying to catch your breath. Your legs are weak and shaking. What do i do now? Do i go back i mea- Your thought was cut short when your ears picked up on a sound. Leaves rumbling. Somone was walking up on you. You quickly turn to your right where the sound came from. Adrenaline still pumping hard throughout your body, as you notice Ghost making his was towards you. "Y/n.." he says in a whisper, his voice evil. In the very dim lighting only thing you could see was his mask and piercing blue eyes. You calm down a bit, relaxing to the fact it wasnt König.
"I-i apolagize for t-this lieutenant, i probably forgot to take my medicine.."- you say slowly coming towards Ghost "Is everyone alright? I heard some commosion going on back there.?" You ask gripping your upper arm where you somehow managed to cut urself while running. You stop in your tracks an eyebrow raising "Ghost?" You ask confused as to why he isnt saying anything, though you quickly pick up onto why as he steps into a ray of moonlight. His eyes are dark, animalistic, his breath is like a dragons. You pick up on his strong scent as you start slowly backing away. "N-no, no this isnt-" you mumble before freezing, heavy footsteps coming from where you just came from. Your stomach drops as a tall silhouette could be seen. As König comes into wiev you stumble down falling on your bum. Looking quickly back at Ghost who isnt seaming to stop you scurry picking urself up frantacly as you take off running.
Ghost chuckles lowly "C'mon y/n.." he says menecangly.
You can hear heavy footsteps behind you as you run. After runing for about 30 meters somone pushes you hard from behind. You fall hard onto your elbows yelping in pain before letting out a suprised yell. Ghost rippes your pants open with ease while showing your head into the ground as he alligns his pulsating cock againts your dripping slit. There is precum already dripping his rock hard member. "Be a good girl will ya?" Whispers Ghost.
There is no warning as he trusts deep inside of you, his thick member stretching you painfully. You can feel every vein, letting out a loud moan you grip the dirt trying to find something to hold onto as you feel yourself breaking with every trust. He chuckles "Good girl.." he says in a rumbling voice.
His trusts are quick and hard, rocking your body with every trust. You can hear him growling as you continue to yap, moaning unconhirent words as tears are falling down your face. Your whole body feels like its melting a deep red blush covers you, you feel your womb being abused by his cock. With every trust he hits a deeper part inside of you, making you feel extreme estascy and pain.
Ghost pulls out before swiftly flipping you around so that your laying on you back. He quickly burries himself back inside as he picks you up. You grips his shoulders thightly in fear of falling, your mind melted by his scent. You burry yourself into the crook of his neck, further strengtheting the scent. Right as you are about to finish you feel something huge poking at your ass. You institicly clench making Ghost let out a groan. König is now right behind you, making you sandwiched inbewteen the two alphas. "Be a good girl for us now, let us breed you.." whispers Ghost as he numbles at your ear.
König pushes his dick deeper into your ass making you whine out in pain, though its quickly replaiced by pleasure as he bottoms you out. "Good girl.." groans out König, his voice rumbling through your bones making you even weaker.
Your mouth is open saliva trickling down as your eyes are rolled back. Ghost and König both pistoning theyr cocks rythamly in and out so you where never left empty. The clapping of skin was furthered empathises by your slick, making very lewd wet sounds.
"Itss tmuch..." you mumble out in a hoarse voice from all the moaning. The pleasure was too much as you found urself cumming. Ghost never stopped even after you came, making you extremly overstimulated. The pleasure was so intense it started to hurt. You where whailing at this point. König was holding your waist so thight you where sure its gonna bruise, while Ghost held your hips with a crushing grip.
You shrieked as Ghost managed to enter your womb, the pain was unberable. "N-no waht ar you doin.." you wailed weakly. He didnt respond instead he bit your collarbone harsly. The pain was making you shake, though you found urself cumming once again.
Both of them where bruising your insides. König bent down slightly nimbling at your neck while snarling like an animal, his giant hand pressed on your womb where Ghost now is . He bit down drawing blood. The pressure from his hand made you squirt as you maoned, you could feel Ghost going in and out of your uterus. Your slick was now everywhere, dripping down on the ground, all over their boots and pants.
Their thick cocks split you in half as they continue to pound like animals into you. You became limp from the mix of pleasure and pain.
After like what felt like forever you could feel both of them coming to a stop, as the hot liquied spurted inside of you an immense pressure came. They where forming a knot inside of you. They growled like animals as the knot expanded. You where gripping hard on Ghosts vest tearing at.
The knots where now formed, you weakly looked down where Ghost and you where connected, a huge bulge present on your stomach both from his cock and sperm. You hid your face in the crook of his neck as the alphas where now breathing heavily. You where coverd in sweat your stomach felt like it was going to burst.
After a while you felt their knots going away and soon after they took out their cocks with a "plop" sound following. Their cum imidietly started oozing out of you making mini puddle mixed with your slick on the ground.
You let out a shaky sigh on the verge of passing out. But you where to fucked out of your mind to realize they have stripped you naked. You now find yourself on top of König as he lowers you down on his giant rock hard cock "Finnaly my turn.." he growls, stretching you out far more then Ghost did....
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Notes
Yall the second i stumbled upon primal play i was hooked 😩, anyways i have so many more ideas involving this type hunt down scenario hihi, so more coming in the future ;)
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