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Se Zaldrizoti’ Prumia - Chapter 1: A Platter of Grapes (Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader)

Chapter 1: A Platter of Grapes

The Red Keep is graced by an old, familiar presence.

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Warnings: Extremely, and I mean extreme slow burn lol, Daemon and Y/N both being little shits who cannot stand each other, I have a blood feud with the HOTD costuming department for Rhaenyra and thus I go into extreme (probably historical inaccurate) detail about the clothes of the characters, Rhaenicent hints so faint that if you blink you’d miss it

Word Count: 3.3k words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters, save for Y/N Tyrell, although I did expand on their characterisation, which might deviate from canon. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out!

A/N: A special thanks to all those who have reblogged my ‘Se Zaldrizoti’ Prumia’ related posts 💗 your support is truly appreciated and has been the source of my smiles over the past few days

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105 years after Aegon’s Conquest

Queen Aemma’s chambers was a busy hive of activity, as usual. The queen’s serving girls, ladies-in-waiting, and Grand Maester Mellos went in and out of the Queen’s apartments in a constant rotation, fussing over the heavily pregnant Aemma’s every need or discomfort. Aemma herself was exhausted at the constant fussing and prodding, but Viserys was deeply concerned about the babe in Aemma’s womb - which he insisted with vehement conviction was a son, and therefore must be treated with the utmost level of care, and after five failed attempts at producing an heir, Aemma had learnt over the years that to be overcautious was not necessarily a bad thing.

Aemma sat sprawled on her lounge, occasionally grimacing when a sharp ache rippled through her body should she choose to adjust herself. Clad in a simple white linen shift and an intricately embroidered rose pink robe of Myrish silk and lace, she felt beads of sweat beginning to form at her temples once more. Her pregnancy had cursed her to endure bout after bout of severe sweating, despite the fact that it was nigh autumn and the ladies of the court had taken to long sleeves and wrapping shawls around their shoulders. Closing her eyes and dabbing at her forehead wearily, she sincerely hoped that the babe in her belly would be the boy Viserys had so longed for, if it meant that she would stop being plagued with the labours of pregnancy.

Her tired expression fell in an instant, replaced by a radiant smile as a woman dressed in a light green linen gown with long bell sleeves walked into her view, nodding politely to the exiting Grand Maester. “You finally came back,” Aemma joked lightly, watching the woman take a seat on the cushioned stool next to Aemma’s recliner. “I was afraid you got sidetracked and forgot about my grapes.”

The woman’s (Y/E/C) eyes flickered with amusement. “I could never dare forget about you, my queen. You would have me beheaded and my head placed on a spike if I did.” Aemma let out a laugh as she reached over to pluck a grape from the bowl in Y/N’s hands. Y/N shook her head at the queen’s lack of dining decorum, but offered up the much awaited platter of grapes to Aemma’s eager hands regardless. “And pray tell, what shall I do if I had executed my favourite and most competent lady-in-waiting, hmm?” Aemma jested, shoving three grapes into her mouth. It was definitely not something a queen should be doing, but Y/N had been Aemma’s lady-in-waiting for nearly two years, and her friend for far longer. Decorum was not a concept that existed between the two of them.

“You flatter me, Your Grace. And slow down, the grapes will not fly away.” I chided gently, as Aemma continued shoving three grapes at a time into her mouth. “The grapes won’t, although I’m afraid Rhaenyra will. Didn’t she say she would come to see me at first light? It’s nearly midday.” Just then, like clockwork, a commotion could be heard near the entrance to the Queen’s apartments. Princess Rhaenyra and Lady Alicent Hightower’s voice could be heard laughing together among the subservient voices of the servants greeting the two of them. “Speak ill of the Stranger,” I laughed, as Rhaenyra and Alicent appeared in view, smiling with their arms linked.

Rhaenyra was wearing a silk gown of soft gold, with butterfly sleeves. The bodice had a ribbed triangular corset that was cinched at the waist, and the skirt parted at the middle to reveal a layer of dark crimson brocade, with faint scrollwork detailing in tiny golden threads. A similarly coloured velvet shawl patterned with gold-threaded dragons was draped over her shoulders, to protect her from the chill. Meanwhile Alicent was clad in a gown of light blue worsted yarn, with bell sleeves going to just above her wrists. A thin layer of cream muslin peeked out of her sleeves and ruffles of the same material covered her collarbones modestly. Blue roses were sewn around her waistline, and olive leaves were embroidered around the neckline of her dress. I suppressed a smile when I noticed a garden violet tucked between Alicent’s reddish brown locks, and a similar one nestled in the princess’ white-blonde tresses.

Rhaenyra immediately went over to Aemma, Alicent staying a respectful distance away. “Your Grace,” Alicent smiled and curtsied politely to Aemma, and Aemma greeted her warmly, “Good morrow, Lady Alicent.” “Mother, Y/N”, Rhaenyra crouched down next to Aemma, holding out a hand to stop me when I stood up to offer her my seat.

Rhaenyra wrinkled her nose when she noticed her mother clad in such thin clothes, and started detangling her shawl from her shoulders, but Aemma only shook her head with an affectionate smile and stilled Rhaenyra’s motions by cupping her cheek with one hand. “It has been quite long since first light, has it not? You have forgotten about your poor royal mother, Rhaenyra.”

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, though her voice was tender. “Forgive me, Mother. But the weather was far too lovely for me not to take Syrax out for a flight. She has been growing lazy as of late.” Aemma snorted softly, adjusting a braid that had loosened from Rhaenyra’s hairdo. “Now that explains the dragon stench overwhelming my apartments then. You are lucky that Y/N was kind enough to accompany me during your absence.” “Is it not my duty, my Queen?” I teased, “Unless you find my company repulsive, of course.” Aemma pursed her lips thoughtfully, although her eyes were filled with mischief as she said, “Your company is delightful as always, although the waiting time for my food to be brought up is quite outrageous.” “Then I shall pray to the Seven that they might bestow on me the power of flight to serve you better, your Grace.”

“Seven hells!” Rhaenyra cursed, fumbling in her pockets. “Rhaenyra! Language,” Aemma scolded. “What is it?” I asked, concerned. Rhaenyra groaned in frustration, “I had a present for Mother, but I must have dropped it in the throne room when I was showing it to father yesterday.” “How careless,” Aemma chided, although her tone was soft as Rhaenyra bit her lip and hung her head slightly. She must’ve really wanted to give the present to Aemma.

“Why don’t I go retrieve it?” I offered, standing up and smoothing my dress. “The kitchens are but a stone’s throw away from the throne room, and I am certain Your Grace’s appetite for grapes has not yet been sated.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes shone with gratitude, “Yes please! Thank you, Y/N.” “Tis nothing, princess. What does it look like?” “It’s a necklace, with a ruby falcon pendant, ” Rhaenyra described, “I got it to remind Mother of home.” “Oh Rhaenyra,” Aemma murmured softly, a soft look of love flooding her face. Rhaenyra held her hand tightly, “There was a sapphire one, but I thought the ruby one would be fitting. For both your Arryn and Targaryen roots.” Aemma squeezed her daughter’s hand, “I will cherish it fiercely forever, as I do with all your gifts.” My face took on a wistful expression as I watched mother and daughter interact and I spoke softly, “Worry not, princess, I will find it and bring it here.”

I retreated out of the room, returning Alicent’s smile with one of my own as I passed her on my way out of the room, but not before Aemma called out to me, “Make sure you make haste! Your queen desires for more grapes!” “Of course, my Queen!” I called back, grinning.

The throne room was blissfully unguarded, which signified the absence of the King, and by extension, any nosy courtiers who might frown upon me fumbling around the throne room like a sneaking rat. ‘Perfect, no need for awkward pleasantries then.’ I opened the double doors leading to the throne room, shutting the doors with a heavy thunk. My eyes took a while to adjust to the gloom of the throne room, but I nearly let out a shriek when I saw a shadowy figure sitting on the throne room. Was that the king? And if so, why in the Seven Hells was he sitting in a darkened throne room?

“Byka zaldrīzes,” an all too familiar voice called out. My heart thumped furiously in my chest as my mouth dropped open in disbelief.

No. No way. He was somewhere floating around in Lys, if court gossip was to be believed. It couldn’t be him.

“Won’t you come closer? It’s only been 8 years since we last saw each other. Surely you haven’t forgotten me.”

Daemon Targaryen. Second son of Prince Baelon and Princess Alyssa, younger brother of king Viserys, and the most annoying royal pain in my ass.

His petulance and near unnatural ability to be able to get on every single nerve in my body had caused me to become a devoted practitioner of self-restraint, given how badly I longed to throttle him or slit his throat with a dagger whenever he was near me. But much to my consternation, societal propriety rendered me unable to challenge him in a duel or even brawl with him, like most boys would do to sort out their differences. But even so, it was not in my nature to silently endure the countless pranks and jests he tormented me with, and thus I often paid him back tenfold for every misdeed he committed against me. My mother was chagrined, while Prince Baelon and Viserys merely laughed and observed our antics with much amusement, along with the rest of the court.

My lips twisted in a frown, and my heart still beating fast from the initial shock, I walked closer to the Iron Throne. “As much as I’d like to, your memory still leaves an unwanted stain in my mind.” The figure sitting languidly on the throne leaned forward as I approached, making me finally catch a glimpse of the boy whom I used to detest with every fibre of my being. Although he certainly bore no resemblance to the annoying brat I detested.

Gone was the lankier frame of his youth. In his stead, it was a man, of tall stature and strong muscular frame, honed by years of intense sword training and puberty. His hair had lengthened considerably since the last time I saw it, and my lips twitched in amusement as I remembered how I had once cut it off when we were children as retribution for him dousing me with a bucket of Arbor Gold while he and I were sneaking around the Red keep late at night, him claiming that he had something interesting to show me. I treasured the memory of that deliciously girlish scream he let out when he realised I had dared cut his precious white-blonde locks. His face had lost its roundness over the years as well, becoming lean and chiselled, lending a harsher quality to his expression, but it only seemed to accentuate his daring and dangerous beauty, or at least, if you listened to the giggles of the twittering ladies of court. His eyes, still filled with that same mischievous glint, watched me as I stood in front of the throne, raking over me shamelessly. I rolled my eyes at that, at least some things never changed.

“Ah, but you remember me nonetheless.”

“The emphasis was on the word ‘unwanted’, your Grace.”

He laughed, leaning back against the throne leisurely as he stared at Y/N. ‘It was a sheer marvel his body was not littered with a thousand cuts by now,’ Y/N thought, a scowl on her face.

“I see the years have finally taught you some manners. I couldn’t remember the last time you addressed me formally. You always had some rather…colourful turn of phrases up your sleeves, however. Maybe the years of looking for a prospective marriage match have taught you some decorum.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, the vein in my neck beginning to tick in annoyance, as it always did around him. “You know they say, people age slower when they get married. You are living proof that the saying is false.” He let out a throaty laugh, crossing his legs as his voice took on a mocking tone. “I see your lack of marriage prospects have turned you from sour to bitter, byka zaldrizes.”

I bristled, “Stop calling me that. Why are you here?” “I heard there was a tournament being held in my honour. I should be in attendance since all this heraldry was made on my account, should I not?” “The tournament is for the King’s heir.” Daemon learned forward again, his tone edged with menace, and defiance. “Precisely as I said.”

I shook my head, duly unimpressed. “There is no need for you to be sitting on the Iron Throne though. Tis not your place.” Daemon scoffed, “And who are you to command me? I am a Targaryen prince, I sit where I please.” “The King would disagree with that if he were here.” I fired back.

Suddenly, I remembered I was here on an errand, not for idle chat, so in a huff of frustration, I turned away from the offending prince and began to search the halls for a glint of red anywhere. “Running away, byka zaldrīzes?” I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to punch him in his smug face. Calm down, Y/N, you already did that once, and by the Seven Hells, the consequences were absolutely not worth it. “Unfortunately, I am here on an errand, not for childish bickering, your Grace.” I heard a faint sound of footsteps behind me, but I ignored them as I continued to pace around the vast empty room. No sign of any necklace at all. I groaned internally. Perhaps I should’ve asked Rhaenyra for more instructions before taking on the task.

“Could the errand be this?” I whirled around, finding the Prince in far too close a proximity for my liking, a smirk on his lips and a necklace with a ruby falcon dangling from his raised right hand. My eyes widened, chest sagging in relief as I beheld the necklace. “Yes. Oh thank the Seven,” I reached out to grab the necklace, but Daemon only snatched it back. I let out a strangled noise of frustration, “Hey!”

Daemon leaned in closer, pressing me against a pillar uncomfortably. “Thank the Seven? I think that they shouldn’t be the one you’re directing your thanks to,” he murmured softly. Goosebumps broke out on my skin, as I glared into his eyes. His infuriatingly, inhumanely beautiful purple eyes. Damn him. “Back up.” I hissed. Daemon seemed to take it as an invitation to lean in closer, his face was mere centimetres from mine now. My breathing became more uneven, feeling a mix of frustration and another strange feeling I couldn't place. “Are you going to punch me again if I don’t?” he whispered softly, his eyes sparkling with deviousness and mischief. “Yes,” I hissed.

“However, if you take a step back, I might find it in me to thank you for your nosiness in picking up things that do not belong to you.” “Yet if it were not for me, you might have needed to scour the whole of King’s Landing to find this little trinket.” He withdrew from me with a smirk, and I huffed, glaring at him. “Well? I’m impatiently awaiting your gratitude, byka zaldrizes.” Gritting my teeth, I finally bit out, “Thank you, Your Grace. Will you please return me the necklace now? The princess is in need of it.”

A rough laugh escaped him. “Now that’s more like it. You’re very welcome, my lady.” He dropped the necklace into my waiting hand, eyes watching me as I clasped the falcon pendant in my hand and internally praised the Seven for being able to find it, although through an unconventional method. “You changed a lot, you know,” he said, his eyes still studying my face. “That’s to be expected. It’s been 8 years. You have changed too.” “You’re quieter,” he observed. “Well, I can hardly scream at you now that we’re both adults, can I? I have a reputation to maintain.”

The prince scoffed at that, “Reputation. Lady Primrose always stressed about that. I didn’t think you’d take her lessons to heart.” “She was my mother, Your Grace. And she is correct about the importance of reputation, especially as I am chief lady-in-waiting to the queen now.” I chided him. He chuckled darkly, “The topic of reputation is not one I much care for. You should know that better than anyone, my lady.” I raised my eyebrows, “Is that why you came back to court without Lady Royce then?” Daemon rolled his eyes, “That boring cunt is the least of my worries. Court is already dreadfully dull. Should I need to suffer in her presence for any longer, I might just mount my own head on a spike.” “I always thought you a warrior, but it seems you are a coward in the face of marriage.” I mocked. I could see Daemon’s face scrunch up with anger at my claim, and I smirked, relishing in how he still had the same sore spots he did when we were children. Classic Daemon.

Daemon felt fury bubble up in him, like a kettle dangerously close to boiling point. Seeing her smirk however, made him forgo his initial angry outburst and settle for a sharper, more hurtful one. “Bold words for someone who keeps rejecting marriage proposals. If there’s anyone who is a coward, I would say it’s you, my lady.” The vein in my neck was probably protruding to the high heavens by now. I longed to yell at him, like I always did back in my girlhood, but I couldn’t, because he was right. Yelling would only prove his point and allow him the pleasure of gloating. I was not about to rise up to his bait. Turning away from him, I walked out of the hall briskly. “It was a pleasure seeing you, your Grace, but I’m afraid I must be off. I hope we never have the misfortune to cross paths again.”

My hand was on the brass door handle when I heard him call my name once more. “Y/N?” Rolling my eyes, I kept my back turned away from him. “Yes, your Grace?”

“I was sorry to hear about Lady Primrose’s passing.” I stiffened at his unexpected condolences. I hadn’t thought about my mother in a very long time. “She was as much of a mother to me as she was to you” I tilted my head downward, closing my eyes for a brief moment. “It has been 7 years since she passed. There is no need to offer your condolences…but I appreciate it nonetheless.”

Daemon heard the doors to the throne room slam shut. His eyes still cast on the door Y/N had just left from, he tilted his head slightly. A soft chuckle resonated through the throne room. ‘Same old Y/N’, he thought to himself, a smile curling at his lips, ‘but…different somehow.’ Oddly enough, he felt his heart twinge for some reason at her sudden departure. He had not realised how silent these past 8 years have been, not until today.

Queen Aemma was delighted with her daughter’s present, although a bit put out that her lady-in-waiting had arrived back at her chambers with no grapes in sight. But observing the mildly murderous glint in Y/N’s eyes, Aemma wisely kept her mouth shut. She wondered what had happened to make Y/N so annoyed, but then she let slip an amused chuckle as realisation dawned on her.

Daemon.

translation: byka zaldrīzes: little dragon

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creative-caramel-coffee · 6 months

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The Addams Allergy

Pairings: Thornhill x Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.7K

Summary: Reader's allergy is a thing of myth, and someone decides to do some myth-busting. This won't end well for anyone.

TW: allergies, anaphylaxis, needles, hospitals, ambulance, difficulty breathing, bullying, attempted manslaughter (fancy legal terms hehe), mentioned heart attacks, physical violence

A/n I have added a link at the end for very simple instructions for how to administer an epipen. Spend like three minutes reading it and save lives. Also please reblog the linked post to help other educate themselves as well.

You suppose it wasn’t too bad being an Addams. But then again you weren’t quite the same as your sister Wednesday. You were more of an interim between Pugsly and Wednesday. You were soft but not squishy, cold but not frigid. You were actually most likely the most seemingly normal of all the Addams’s.

But being Wednesdays twin, you shared many things, a womb (for all of nine tortuous months), black hair, pale skin and your most inconvenient shared trait, an allergy to colour. Luckily though you did not share a dorm. You were roomed with Yoko who was much more palatable than the ball of colour who was Wednesday's ‘roomie’ as the wolf-pup had put it.

Unfortunately, most people were sceptical bordering on disbelieving about the colour allergy. Taking it as another Addams lie. And you being the easier target of the two of you often copped the most teasing. Everyone knew not to mess with Wednesday, but you were slightly easier. You cared more.

Yoko and you were sat in the library studying at the tables down the back when a group of siren boys came in. They had been teasing you a lot as of late and Yoko knew about it, but you begged her to keep quiet, you didn’t want to attract any more attention than you already had.

The boys were quick to spot you down the back and grinned wolfishly beelining straight for you. You let out a soft groan and Yoko looked up.

“If they lay a hand on you, I’ll drain them dry.”

“It's fine Yoko. I’ve got this.”

“The same way you ‘had it’ when you got a black eye i had to help you hide for two weeks?” She asked with a deadset tone. You grumbled a response when you felt your chair being pulled back.

“Hey!” Yoko said, “leave her alone.” She started but one of the boys spoke with his siren song.

“Sit” he commanded, and Yoko found herself no longer in control of her muscles as she sat and watched helplessly.

“So, a birdie told me your allergic to colour?” The main boy said, he was light-skinned with deep rich blue eyes and blonde curls. He looked like the type to be a surfer with the tan he had.

“That would be correct.” You nodded trying to remain calm and mimic your sister's tone.

“Well, how about we check you still have this … so called ‘allergy’” he said in a mocking tone. Pulling something from his pocket, you tried and failed to stop your eyes widening.

Between his thumb and forefinger was probably the most colourful and bright piece of fabric you had ever seen.

Despite the allergy, you hadn’t given any of your friends and epipen for you yet and the only people who had one were the nurses and weems. So, in other words unless Yoko was fast at running because the headmistress's office wasn’t too far, you may be looking at the object that would kill you.

Drawing a shaky breath, you looked the boy in the eyes. “As much as i love attempted murder, this isn’t a good idea.” You said

“Huh? Really?” He mocked “You think your smarter than me, don’t you?” He sneered and you gulped.

“Obviously.” You muttered and the boy scowled. Before you could stop him, he pinned you to the floor and shoved the scrap of fabric in your mouth. Your eyes went wide, and you began to flail and kick wildly trying to get him off.

Yoko was screaming bloody murder which seemed appropriate on more than one front.

After a second the boy rolled off you and stood brushing off his uniform.

“See… lies.” He said as you rolled onto your stomach, propped up on your elbows and spitting out the wet cloth onto the floor.

“Gross.” The boy said.

“You moron, let me go i need to get her epipen.” Yoko screamed and the boy's face morphed into something else for a second.

“Wait is she … actually?” He asked starting to look a little scared.

“Yes, you tool what would she gain from a fake allergy. Now let me go.” Yoko screamed and the boy froze before bolting. Luckily as he grew further away Yoko felt his song fading. She stood running over to you. You were laid on your back gasping as the anaphylaxis began to set in.

“W-weems.” You rasped and then coughed, your throat feeling ridiculously tight. Yoko nodded.

“You’ll be ok Y/n/n. Im going to get weems.” She said and raced out the doors.

Yoko ran the fastest she probably ever had in her immortal life. In a matter of seconds, she was banging hand over fist on the wooden doors before she simply pushed the open wasting no time.

“Ms Tanaka-“ Weems began, she was sat on the couch with Ms Thornhill looking equally startled.

“No time… y/n … epipen…now.” Yoko said between gasps. In a second both teachers were on their feet. Weems hurried over to her desk throwing open the second draw and pulling out the epipen she kept there just for you.

“Where is she?” Weems said with a commanding and scarily calm voice.

“Library.” Yoko replied and the three of them ran to the room of books.

Yoko led the two teachers to the back of the room where you were still gasping. Luckily for them you were already on the floor which made this next part easier.

“Christ.” Weems said, “Marilyn, call an ambulance.” She commanded as she uncapped the giant needle.

The Botany teacher scrambled to find her phone pulling it out and punching in the numbers for the emergency services.

Weems mentally recited the rhyme from when she had to do this for Morticia as a student as she pulled off the blue safety cap.

‘Blue to the sky orange to the mid-outer thigh.’ She thought and in one swift motion she lined it up with your thigh, Yoko having helped her pull down your skirt. She quickly stabbed your outer-mid thigh listening for the click and then counting to three before gently removing it. She gingerly deposited the epipen on the table.

The two teachers sat either-side of you while Yoko sat next to Ms Thornhill on your left. Your breathing began to even out, becoming less and less raspy as the epinephrine began to take effect.

Ms Thornhill was still on the phone with the emergency services who had assured her they were on their way now.

Both teachers and the vampire sat and watched with bated breath as they realised your breathing had stabilised.

After about ten minutes you tried to sit up, but the headmistress placed a hand on your shoulder.

“No. Stay lying down the EMTs will be here soon darling. Then I’ll come with you to the hospital, and they’ll check you out alright?” She said and you nodded and laid back down.

“Can i come too? I need to tell you something.” Yoko said and Weems made a thinking face and then nodded.

“Yes. After all, I do need to know how this happened. The Addams family know their limits and are quite good at avoiding this so any insight you could provide would be helpful.” The principal said and Yoko nodded. After another few minutes of tense silence, the emergency services came in and the paramedics gently lifted you onto a clean white stretcher. You hated the idea but luckily weems made sure nobody saw as you were taken to the ambulance that sat by the nevermore gates. Yoko and Weems joined you in the ambulance and Ms Thornhill waved as you were driven off.

About an hour later you were being held for observation. It was another three hours before they would let you go. You were sat up in a hospital bed with Yoko and weems sat in plastic chairs beside you.

“This feels like one hell of a power imbalance.” You muttered and both of them laughed.

“Well, you did just cheat death.” Yoko teased and you nodded.

“As an Addams it's an expected weekly occurrence. Kind of like a grim ostentatious weekly period.” You grinned always finding ways to relate everything to blood. Yoko groaned dramatically and facepalmed.

“And as the principal of two Addams’s who weekly try and take me with them to then grave, I’d say I’m cheating death myself with the number of heart attacks you and your sister attempt to induce upon my poor heart.” Weems said sounding exasperated.

“It wasn’t y/n/n’s fault though!” Yoko exclaimed and weems raised a brow while you opted to look out the window and avoid eye contact.

“You never did explain how this happened.” Weems said gesturing with a sweeping motion to the bed you were still in.

“Well i guess now’s as good as any and i doubt Ms. I-cheat-death-daily is going to spill.” Yoko said before launching into an explanation starting a few weeks ago when the teasing began. It was safe to say the principal was outraged.

“I will not have students attempting to murder each other.” She huffed with pure unadulterated rage in her eyes burning with fire, rage and brimstone with the likeness of hell itself. The look would have scared Satan into being as straight as a nun.

In a matter of seconds, she drew a deep calming breath, and you were reminded of the saying, the calm before the storm. Then she opened her eyes again and excused herself, walking out into the hallway and pulling out her phone. Not even five minutes after Yoko’s story ended, she was on the phone in the school board arranging his immediate expulsion.

About a half hour later, Weems returned looking flustered but when her eyes settled on you, she deflated slightly and gave a tender smile in your direction. Her eyes locked with yours, scanning for any hints of pain.

She had also texted the anxious botanist who had agreed to come by once you were discharged to drive the odd team home. As well as ordering about a dozen epipens for all your close friends and her office.

Once Weems had decided you were defiantly not in pain, she walked over to your bedside and gently brushed the hair from your eyes.

“It's dealt with darling. Nobody will hurt you now.” She assured and you blushed slightly at the contact, leaning into her hand.

You were safe. Alive. Breathing normally. And safe … again.

Masterlist

How to give an epipen here

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some-pers0n · 6 months

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I can't think of anything for the assuming thing that you reblogged, but while I'm here uhhm. I'd like to hear abt tf2 if you're willing to explain.

I don't know a lot abt it but I see the stuff you reblog!! I know the game, but I've never heard any lore or anything abt the characters.

No pressure ofc, you don't have to :]

You're. asking me..to infodump? About TF2!?

Okie okey I can do it. Uh. Keep in mind it's going to be pretty long-winded and incomprehensible. I just really like this game...

Oh! And if you're a follower or mutual, read on as well! I put a lot of effort into this. If you're at all interested in understanding my madness even a little bit, this is for you.

Before we even begin, I HIGHLY recommend first checking out the Meet the Team videos and perhaps Expatriation Date. It will take you roughly half an hour to watch all videos. They are simply fantastic. They are humorous and show off the personalities of these characters in a great and short way. Plus it establishes the tone of this game (which is very silly)

With that being said, let it commence.

Okay, so, I guess we start with the basics. Team Fortress 2 is a sequel to Team Fortress (Classic), which was a mod for a game called Quake using the engine for Half-Life, Source. It was made by a couple of friends who would later on become a part of Valve, a game company known for their own games such as Portal, Half-Life (as previously mentioned), Counter-Strike; Global Offense, and of course, Team Fortress.

Team Fortress 2's development is pretty interesting and cool in of itself. I could go on for a bit, but just know that TF2 was announced back in 1998. Over this time, it went by the name of Invasion, following an art style similar to TFC and Half-Life with them now being on some alien planet thing. However that sort of style became outdated, so they then went under a major art style shift. After nine years in development, they final released it in 2007 as a package called the Orange Box. It released alongside Portal and Half-Life 2, Episode 2.

Since then, Team Fortress 2, or simply just TF2, has become a cornerstone of the internet and general team-based shooter games. Its influences can be seen all over, with the most prominent example being games like Overwatch being a spiritual successor to it.

You don't want to hear me ramble about the actual gameplay and such though, I assume. I really like watching people play the game, but I would be lying if I didn't find a smidge more enjoyment from the characters, hm? I mean, how could I not? They're one of, if not the best parts of the entire game.

But before we get to that, even more ground work. Here's the basic lore you need.

In the 1800s, a man called Zephaniah Mann owns a company. He's your generic richy-rich upperclassman guy. His business partner, Barnabus Hale, co-owns this. This will be slightly important later. He has three children, Redmond, Blutarch, and Gray Mann. Redmond and Blutarch practically come out of the womb hating each other, while Gray Mann? Well, he's. special. He's incredibly intelligent for his newborn nature, being able to speak fluent English as well as supposedly inventing a new kind of algebra.

Zephaniah Mann freaks out. He tries to kill the child, however he is, and I quote, "absconded by the Eagle". This is a random eagle that's been apparently terrorizing the small town that Zephaniah Mann lives in. It breaks through the windows and literally steals Gray Mann, saving him from an untimely death.

So that happened.

Years later, Zephaniah grows old. Blutarch and Redmond are the only real heirs of his company, but the both of them won't come to a single agreement on anything. Pissed off about it, Zephaniah writes in his will that he's giving his company to Barnabus Hale, leaving his servant, Elizabeth, with all of his "gold", and jack-shit for Redmond and Blutarch.

Well...not nothing. Redmond and Blutarch convinced Zephaniah to buy up a bunch of land in New Mexico. Gravel pits and dustbowls. When Zephaniah died, the two of them tried claiming the land for themselves. This sparked the main event: the Gravel Wars.

Blutarch and Redmond hired a bunch of mercenaries to fight for each other. This was the original team. Yes, that is Abraham Lincoln you see there. Get used to it.

The mercenaries fought and fought, yet there was no clear victor. In the end, Blutarch and Redmond were growing old. By 1890s, it was becoming obvious that the two would die before they saw the end of this fight.

Or...until a certain other party emerged. Radigan Conagher. A brilliant inventor that catches the attention of Blutarch Mann. He brings Radigan to him and asks something so simple of him.

Build him a machine to make him immortal.

Radigan agrees to the task.

However, this also gets the attention of another person. Remember that servant I mentioned? The one who inherited Zephaniah Mann's gold? Well, it turns out that it isn't gold, but actually an incredibly powerful material called Australium.

Australium is native to Australia. It is a precious mineral that is capable of incredible power. Among giving the people around it super-strength, heightened intelligence, and generally being very Australian, it can also be used to make a person immortal through extending their life.

Elizabeth knows about this, and for some reason that we still don't quite know, she wants to continue on this war. So, she approaches Radigan and asks him to build another life extender machine for Redmond. Also for her probably.

So now the old men (and also this chick) are immortal. Cool!!

The 1930s roll around and there's another group of mercenaries. We don't care about these ones that much. Just know that they are the same mercs from Team Fortress Classic and they'll be somewhat important later. Understand also that Barnabus Hale's company is now called MannCo. and is the main supplier of weapons to this war.

NOW IT'S THE 1960S YAYYY IT'S TIME FOR THEM!!! THE SILLIES!!

Something to also know is that there's somebody pulling the strings. The Administrator. For some reason, she wants to continue this war between Redmond and Blutarch. She's not Elizabeth though!! Definitely not. Totally not. Definitely not a plot twist that WOULD'VE HAPPENED IN THE FINAL COMIC HAD IT RELEASED- but it's fine.

Anyways, I digress. Elizabeth and the Administrator (also known as Helen) are pretty much the same person. Working as her assistant is Miss Pauling, who (among other things) hides bodies, gives contracts to the mercs, and generally does whatever the Admin wants her to.

Whew!! There you go. That's the general gist of the lore. Back in the 1800s there was a guy who had two kids who hated each other. They hated each other so much they went to war over a bunch of useless land. Over 100 years later now we've got the mercs.

Finally!! We can start talking about them.

Scout, aka Jerma985

The Scout, real name Jeremy, is a loud-mouth, obnoxious 20 something year old from Boston. He fights using a shotgun, baseball bat, and a pistol. He's got 7 older brothers (he's the youngest of them all) and has an affinity for baseball, Tom Jones, and a soda drink named Bonk! that is apparently radioactive. He's what I'd argue to be the most ""normal"" merc, since he's just kind of an asshole who likes killing people. He talks and acts like an obnoxious guy, but he's overall not that bad.

Oh I forgot to mention he's canonically God's gift to women.

Here's a snipbit of the scene where Scout dies and goes to Heaven where he meets God Himself and tells Scout that he was intended to have sex with as many women as possible.

Scout is also illiterate and can't read. He's actually a pretty good artist though. He's got a Tom Jones memorabilia collection that he once used to try and impress Miss Pauling. Oh right! He's also got a massive crush on Miss Pauling. The Expiration Date short is all about it, with him trying to get a date with her before he dies of cancer.

Soldier, the American Idiot

The Soldier, real name Jane Doe, is a red-blooded American patriot from somewhere in the mid-west USA. He fights using a rocket launcher, a shotgun, and a shovel. He is not a real solider. In fact, he was turned away from WWII because of his mental instability. That didn't stop him from buying a ticket and going to Germany himself, beating the crap out of all of them Nazis. He only stopped when he was told that the current year was 1949 and the war had ended four years ago.

Soldier is what I'd argue to be the character the narrative focuses on the most. You'd be pressed to find a comic that doesn't feature him a lot. He's the second half of the WAR! update, the first merc that Miss Pauling recruits when the actual main comics happen, generally pops up a lot in bits and pieces of the lore, and is one of the stars of Expiration Date.

Soldier was roommates with a 6,000 year old wizard named Meramus. Meramus is a character from TF2's annual Halloween event, Scream Fortress, and is a silly wizard who attacks them once every year. Despite this, the two of them lived together. Past tense because Meramus was kicked out. Here's a panel from a comic about this that I find funny.

Soldier also drinks lead water. The water in the base is the same water that the people from a nearby town, Teufort, which is all full of idiots from the water situation. We don't know if he's like this because of the water. It's probably not the only reason.

Pyro, the Silly!!

The Pyro has no identity, no backstory, nothing. Anything we know about them is pretty much nothing. They, along with the Spy, are the most unknown of the mercs, but even then we still know more about Spy and generally what he's like. Pyro? Nothing. We don't even know their gender.

Pyro fights with a flamethrower, shotgun, and fire axe, however they see these items as a cute and wholesome version. In Meet the Pyro, it's revealed that Pyro sees the world through a oddly sweet lens, full of lolipops and rainbows and whatever. This isn't reality, obviously, and what Pyro sees as them petting a dog is probably them gutting it.

Pyro and the Engineer have some sort of bond and connection, most likely stemming from how Pyro's in-game help out Engineers by keeping away spies and whatnot, as flamethrowers are the best ways to get rid of them.

Anywho, that's Pyro. The silly!!

Demoman, Man I Love Being Drunk

The Demoman, real name Travis Finnegan DeGroot, is a self-proclaimed "black Scottish cyclops". He fights with a stickybomb launcher, a grenade launcher, and a bottle of his beloved whiskey: scrumpy. Demoman is a full-blooded Scotsman hailing from Ullapool and has a long, long lineage of fellow bombmakers and general stuff.

Demoman is actually one of the more intelligent members of the team, being knowledgeable of chemicals and bomb making. This is however not exactly known as 90% of the time he's black-out drunk. He gets drunk so often that his liver actually changed to adapt to this sort of environment, now drawing minerals from booze as if it were water. Now Demo basically gets poisoned by drinking water.

Demo's eye is actually cursed, by the way. No, he didn't lose it during some fight or some accident. Well, I mean, it technically was an accident. He opened up a cursed book, the Bombinomicon, and now his eye is just. fucked.

In fact, the Medic tried giving him a new eye. Several times in fact! Why doesn't he have it still? Well, uh, this.

He's so silly.

Heavy, The TF2 Guy

The Heavy Weapons Guy, real name Mikhail (or Misha), is a Russian man hailing from Siberia. He fights with his miniguns, a shotgun, and his fists. He's rather fond of his guns, in particular his main one, Sasha.

Heavy is a family man and generally a lot different than how a ton of the internet characterizes him. He's intelligent, having a PhD in Russian Literature, and a lot more soft-spoken. When he was young, his father, a counter revolutionist, was taken by the KGB. Soon enough, his entire family were imprisoned in a gulag. They escaped and found refuge, but Heavy became protective over his sisters and mother.

TF2 goes hard, like if you agree. Every time I think about Heavy I just get increasingly sad.

Heavy likes sandwiches. A lot. In fact, you can swap out his shotgun in the game for a sandwich (or some other food item). Apparently in TF2 canon, Heavy just hunkers down in some corner after taking a good amount of damage and starts eating this ham sandwich to suddenly have his bullet wounds be healed.

Engineer, YEEEEHAWWW!!!

The Engineer, real name Dell Conagher, is a hardworking man who's come round from Bee Cave, Texas. He fights using a shotgun, a pistol, his trusty wrench, and a little tiny box called the PDA. That lil' box gives the Engineer a major advantage, being able to now make buildings. Dispensers that give ammo and medkits. Teleporters that make traversing the maps easier. Lets not forget the sentries now either, stationary automatic guns that fire upon any enemy that gets too close.

If the name "Conagher" seems familiar, that would be because Engie is the grandson of Radigan Conagher from all the way back. Also Fred Conagher, who was the Engineer for TFC. Here's the both of them when Engie was a kid.

Engie is commonly mischaracterized as being normal. This is because he seems smart and okay. He is not. I need you to understand that his Meet the Team video has him using a BLU Sniper's body as his campfire and he shows little to no reaction to bullets being mere inches away from his face. He just sits there and plays his guitar while his sentry guns mow down anybody nearby. Also the whole being a mercenary and his job being to kill people.

Unfortunately for Engie there's not too much Funny comic book stuff about him. His big break was mostly with the Loose Cannon comic. In other ones he's usually a supplemental character to the others. In the main comics he's the sort of caregiver to the Administrator, just sort of standing around her while she says stuff.

That doesn't make me any less terminally ill about him in this one comic though. They make me SICK!! I love them,,

And, well, speaking of these two...I suppose it was only a matter of time before we got to him.

Medic, You Already Know Who This Is

The Medic, real name maybe Ludwig Humbolt? I dunno. It's unclear. All that's really confirmed is that his last name is probably most likely Ludwig. Some people like Ludwig Humbolt. Others like Fritz Ludwig. I like calling him Ludwig Ludwig.

Anyways, this is Medic! He hails from Stuttgart/Rottenburg, Germany (it's not very clear where he's from) and he is a bit of a silly little fellow. He fights using his trusty bonesaw, a syringe gun of sorts, and a unique device of his own creation: the medi-gun. With this machine, he's able to heal people as well as deploy an übercharge, which makes both the Medic and whomever his medi-gun's healing beam is connected with invincible for eight seconds.

The Medic is a silly little fellow. One fascinating thing you can see about him is how his character has been shifted since the launch of the game. His voice lines in-game are a lot more...er, how should I say this...Nazi German stereotype-ish? Hehh, uh... So not particularly great. He's barking orders and generally seen kind of like that.

However, as time goes on and more and more updates come out, his character shifts. The Pyro goes under similar changes in presentation, going from a mysterious and scary character to more friendly and cutesy. With Medic? He forgos that previous stereotype and more or less just becomes a mad scientist archetype. He's got a silliness to him that wasn't present when the game first launched.

My favourite example of this shift in character is the change in how the Meet the Medic videos would've been. Did you know there was a scrapped Meet the Medic video? It was a lot more like the earlier ones, styled like an interview he was giving. He's doing it on a train(?) and it shows how he created the medi-gun. There's a noticeable lack of silliness, aside from when the Spy head begins talking. The Medic is a lot more stern and serious, mentioning more how he's proud of being able to make gods out of men.

Then, of course, we see the actual Meet the Medic. Medic is preforming surgery on the Heavy, and it's all fairly silly and wacky. Medic explodes Heavy's heart, his birds are just straight up inside Heavy's organs, he basically tells the Spy head (which is actually a reference to the OG Meet the Medic video) to shut up, and laughs away like what he's doing is no big deal. He's got a manic twitch to him. He's a brilliant scientist, though a mad one at that.

I have a lot to say about Medic if you can't already tell. He's my silly!! He's the guy giving me all of this brainrot over this game. I just go into detail about his characterization because it's a major pet peeve of mine when people label him as a uncaring sadist who hates his team and wants to experiment on them all. He IS an uncaring sadist, but he's sill and I will go down swinging on this hill that he, at the bare minimum, cares about his team. I rationalize his in-game voice lines by saying it's from him a) dying a lot and getting pissed off at how his teammates just let it happen and b) he's having a manic episode every day at work and has zero filter. All of them have zero filter when battling. If they all acted the way they did in the game, then characters like Scout should be GO GO GO GO!!!! 24/7 without rest, something that's certainly not the case in Expiration Date. On a similar note, let's not forget that Medic and Engie decided to spend their last few days trying to develop some kind of cure for their tumors.

Anyways, deranged EngieMedic fangirling aside (these two make me violently ill and they are the only characters I could even dare to say I "ship")(even then it's as a QPR because I'm diseased and hit Medic with my aroace-ification ray)(you cannot convince me that this man in alloro in any way shape or form he does not even know what an emotion besides mania and blistering rage is), Medic is a fascinating character who I feel not too many people really get. He's either written as a pencil-pushing busy-body vaguely Nazi stereotype or as a soft uwu twink cinnamon roll who wants to help his team and only has a small sadistic streak and only wants to be railed by Heavy. You guys don't get it. He's silly :)

Oh, yeah, right, Heavy. Heavy and Medic definitely do have a connection established. I left it out in Heavy's section, mostly because I want to give focus onto Heavy as a character and leave Medic out of it. Heavy already gets piss pour treatment by the fandom, where he's just reduced to "the other guy" in every ship. He doesn't deserve that...

But, yeah, Medic and Heavy certainly is kinda pushed. Medic and Heavy duos in the game aren't that uncommon, as Heavy is a good tank and Medic can hide behind him, leading to Heavy more or less becoming a stream of bullets to mow down anybody nearby. In Meet the Medic, Medic experiments on Heavy's heart and the big climactic end has him activating the übercharge on Heavy. In the comics themselves, Classic Heavy, the inverse of our normal Heavy, is antagonistic and extremely rude towards Medic. The complete and utter opposite of what Heavy and Medic had back in the day. Then finally he shows up when Medic is literally About To Die.

Blah blah blah, there's a lot of stuff relating back to Heavy and Medic at the VERY LEAST having some sort of ties and liking to each other. That's the reason why there's like 1100+ fics on Ao3 tagged with them.

Medic is a silly goober as previously mentioned. As shown in the Engineer section, he experiments on random civilians. I like to imagine that he doesn't particularly do random fucked up experiments on the RED team, but rather he more or less does everything on civilians. He enjoys putting somebody through pain and suffering, but he wants it to mean something. He doesn't want to just mess with people. He tests out the bounds of which a person can go to, which he does on random people he plucks off the street because there's replaceable to him. His teammates? Not so much.

Oh, and also the Classic Team. He doesn't care about these people. They suck! They aren't his friends. So he just does. this sort of stuff.

He's a bit special. Love him dearly for it.

Sniper, Aww Piss

The Sniper, real name Mick Mundy (real birth name being Mun-Dee), is an young Aussie from the outback. Yes. Young. This man is roughly 30 in 1972 (when the comics take place). Can't you tell by how stereotypically young he looks? Sniper fights using a sniper rifle (duh), an SMG (or other items), and a kukri (big knife).

He's one of the most level-headed of the mercs. Not sane, but rather a man who sticks to being professional and a set of rules. Despite this more refined sense of mercenary work, his parents don't exactly support him being a crazed gunman. Also his parents aren't his biological ones.

That's right, Sniper is adopted. Why do we care? Because he's not Australian, but rather from New Zealand. New Zealand is at the bottom of the ocean, by the way. In 1932 they sunk their entire country because Bill-Bel, Sniper's dad, convinced everyone that the world was going to become an uninhabitable wasteland if they didn't otherwise do this. Ten years later, and when little baby Mun-Dee was born, Bill-Bel and his wife began working on a rocket to escape to space because now they were convinced that earth was going to explode or something. They only built the rocket big enough for one person though, so they fought over who would survive. While fighting, Mun-Dee crawled into it, was shot up into the sky, and then crash landed immediately onto Australia.

So Sniper is Superman.

Also, remember how I said that Sniper sticks to rules and such? Yeah, apparently being a professional also means throwing jars of piss at people. Jarate, a form of jar-based karate invented by Saxton Hale, owner of MannCo.

Sniper's just like that.

Spy, Fr*ch

The Spy, real name unknown, is the second most mysterious character. He's from France (no idea where particularly) and he's just kinda. yeah. There. He fights using his butterfly knife, which he can instantly kill anybody he backstabs, a revolver, and a sapper so he can destroy the Engineer's buildings. Also, an invisibility watch, where he's able to cloak himself and become invisible, and the ability to disguise himself as the enemy team.

The Spy is a richy-rich upperclassman. He likes the finer things in life. Smoking, wine, expensive suits, all that. He's a lot more refined and generally snobbish than the other mercs. However, I don't think of him as exactly mean or rude. Definitely stuck-up, but he cares about his teammates. In Expiration Date, he takes the time to ask everyone what their final wish is. When that's a bust, he then happily spends time with Scout and teaching him how to get ladies.

Ah, yes, right. Scout and Spy. Spy is actually the Scout's father. It's a theory that has been around since the release of Meet the Spy, with the RED Spy being in pornography staring Scout's mother. It's been tossed around and hinted at, with their dynamic and Expiration Date as well as a couple references to Spy and DNA tests. Then, in The Naked and the Dead comic, it's pretty much outright confirmed. While Scout is bleeding out and on the verge of death, Spy takes a moment to finally give Scout some peace.

...while disguised as Tom Jones, of course.

I could go on and on about this scene and how I feel about Spy's characterization and his dynamic with Scout, but blah blah blah...yeah. Spy TF2.

Annnddd that's it for now! Basic summary of it all. The characters, the lore, all of it. I've reached the image limit and have been sort of dancing around it for a while now. Hope this was informative. Toodles!!

#ask #fave #long post #Sneeb #sp-rambles

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prolifeproliberty · 9 months

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Hello! I think I remember that you had a really good post (or at least resources) on the difference between abortion and removal of stillborn/miscarried children but I can’t seem to find it. Would you be able to link it? Thanks! <3 :)

I am always terrible at finding my old posts unless people rediscover and reblog them again lol

Maybe someone else will be able to find it and link it, but in the meantime I can try to recreate some of it!

The most important thing here is the legal definition of abortion. Some medical language will use abortion to refer to any stopping of pregnancy - whether intentional or unintentional. This definition is absolutely useless for a discussion of the ethics of induced abortion, and is used by abortion supporters to cloud the issue.

That’s why literally every piece of abortion-restricting legislation is very careful to define what it is that is being restricted or banned - the intentional, direct killing of a preborn human child.

Since so many states have passed either outright bans or significant restrictions, it’s important to look at specific laws in specific states for examples.

For example, here is the legal definition of abortion in Texas (emphasis mine):

"Abortion" means the act of using or prescribing an instrument, a drug, a medicine, or any other substance, device, or means with the intent to cause the death of an unborn child of a woman known to be pregnant. The term does not include birth control devices or oral contraceptives. An act is not an abortion if the act is done with the intent to:

(A) save the life or preserve the health of an unborn child;

(B) remove a dead, unborn child whose death was caused by spontaneous abortion; or

Note that the law specifically states that removing a child who has died and removing an ectopic pregnancy are not abortions, and therefore are not impacted by any abortion ban or restriction.

Also note (A) - delivering a child early to save the child’s life is not an abortion, even though the pregnancy could be said to be “aborted,” or stopped prematurely - the important point is whether the abortionist is trying to kill the child.

TL;DR: Any doctor who says they can’t remove an ectopic pregnancy (a child who cannot survive with current medical technology and poses a danger to the mother) or a child who has died in the womb because of an abortion ban is either ignorant or willfully deceiving their patients - and in either case should not be trusted to provide medical care.

#abortion #pregnancy #abortion bans #miscarriage #pregnancy loss

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onwacollective · 2 years

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Womb Healing Masterpost

Please share far and wide.

With the increase of hormonal imbalance as a result of the collective being fed constant cycles of stress through the media, I’ve felt called to organize info that’s been useful to me on healing the womb and healing hormonal imbalance. While menstruation pain has been normalized, it is not natural to regularly be in pain during your cycle. Consistently painful cycles are the body’s way of communicating that something is wrong and that the womb needs attention. I’ve provided some tools below to help.

I’ve broken the info up into three categories: energetic, physical, and gut health. I’ve found it to be true that womb related issues are always energetic first. Fixing the physical issue without addressing the emotional/energetic wounding will cause the illness to manifest in the body in another way. The physical category focuses on how to address womb imbalance by making changes to diet and behavior. The gut health category is gut specific healing because many hormones are created in the gut or called into creation by the gut microbiome. If you have hormonal issues it’s likely you have gut health issues as well.

The most important element of healing your womb is discernment. Use your discernment when moving through this information. Some things will be helpful and relevant to you and some will not. Everyone’s body is unique. Honor that on your journey to healing.

**note: some of these resources advise restrictive dieting (example vegan, low/no carb or otherwise) to heal the womb. While using these diets to detox for a little while may be beneficial, I’ve personally found restrictive diets to be more damaging long term. I’ve found the most benefit from prometabolic eating or eating ancestrally. With any dietary info provided in these resources, use your discernment and prioritize listening to your body’s unique needs.**

Energetic

VIDEOS

Caroline Myss: Why People Don't Heal

The Truth About Uterine Fibroids In Melanin Dominant Women (Black Women) - Dr. Jewel Pookrum

5 Mindset Shifts That Have Completely Transformed My Health Journey

PODCASTS

S3E07. HOW TO GIVE YOUR BODY A “SOFTWARE UPDATE” - the art of updating your physical body on emotional breakthroughs for better lymphatic drainage, emotional release, and brain-body connection w/ Julie Tracy

BOOKS

You Look Like Something Blooming: A Memoir of Divination Seeds to Cultivate Your Feminine Garden Temple by India Ame’ye (you can also check out India’s tumblr HERE)

Sacred Woman: A Guide to Healing the Feminine Body, Mind, and Spirit by Queen Afua

Set Boundaries, Find Peace by Nedra Glover Tawwab

Physical

VIDEOS

HOW TO V STEAM AT HOME | DIY Yoni Steam

The Goddess Collection aka KrystalTheHealthAdvocate YouTube Channel

DIY Castor Oil Pack Tutorial | How to Castor Oil Pack for Fertility, Fibroids and Liver Health

BOOKS

In the FLO: Unlock Your Hormonal Advantage and Revolutionize Your Life by Alisa Vitti

Hormone Intelligence by Aviva Romm, MD

PODCASTS

S3E02. FROM WELLNESS EXTREMES TO A HEALTHY FOUNDATION - why getting back to basics, saying no to fads and fueling our bodies is the medicine women need with Nina Passero, FDN-P

S3E05. BEYOND BIRTH CONTROL - tracking your menstrual cycle, reproductive empowerment + ways to take control of your fertility and health with Lisa Hendrickson-Jack

S2E12. PCOS: WHY ARE SO MANY WOMEN SUFFERING? - a conversation about carbs, body temperature, metabolism, stress and phone addiction with Amanda Montalvo, RD, FDN-P

S2E2. WHY HORMONE IMBALANCE IS ON THE RISE - Dr. Aviva Romm shares tangible solutions for endo and PCOS

BLOGS/INSTAS/WEBSITES

What is Yoni Steaming?

Herbal Tea Nourishment - https://thealkalinegoddess.com

@thegoddescollection on insta

@JessicaAshWellness on insta

https://www.jessicaashwellness.com/

Gut Health

BOOKS

Gut and Psychology Syndrome: Natural Treatment for Autism, Dyspraxia, A.D.D., Dyslexia, A.D.H.D., Depression, Schizophrenia by Dr. Natasha Campbell-McBride

Glucose Revolution: The Life-Changing Power of Balancing Your Blood Sugar by Jessie Inchauspe

BLOGS/INSTAS/WEBSITES

@GlucoseGoddess on Instagram

@JessicaAshWellness on insta

How to make your own Saurkraut

How (and why) to do an Enema

PODCASTS

S2E13. THE LIVER GUT CONNECTION - Dr. Asia Muhammad on why fatty liver is exploding, leaky gut, and the root of most health concerns

APPS

Monash University FODMAP diet (for locating food sensitivities)

I’ll add to this list as I continue to find and remember resources that have been supportive. If we let it, womb healing can be a beautiful initiation into feminine power. Be gentle with yourself 💗

#reblog to save a life #reblog to save a womb #womb health #pcos #fibriods #endometriosis #chronic illness #gut health #self care #black women #eatmangoesnekkid #beauty tips #sacred woman #spirituality

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sinswithpleasure · 1 year

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Break

"Ah! Ah! Haah! Mmgh!"

You yank Winter's short hair back with a tight grip, her head forced to follow with how much strength you use to grip her hair. There is zero resistance from her—not that she could provide any—with how hard her body rocks with every thrust, how much her eyes roll back in her head, and how slack her jaw is. Winter is beyond saving from the pleasures of the flesh that hold her in its clutches, that eradicate her ability to think.

One hard slap of her ass has Winter squealing. Two hard slaps produces a guttural growl. The red marks that remain on her skin make you grin. Ruining this little brat never felt so good.

"Daddy, oh fuckin—fuck, I…"

"Use your words, slut."

Winter screams when you pound her harder. She's unable to speak again, and now, you taunt her.

"Fuck, you're such a cute fucking slut. Just a while ago you were such a brat, wearing only that polo and flashing yourself for Daddy even when you knew Daddy was busy. Seems like you're getting exactly what you wanted, hm? You wanted to flash for Daddy? I'll just have you fucked for all of Korea to watch."

You laugh when Winter buckles and gushes of squirt spray against your legs, along your cock, and down her legs. After all, Winter got off the hardest when exhibiting herself, and fucking her in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of your hotel room for everyone in the neighbouring buildings to watch definitely had her dripping with lust.

"Fucking slut, cumming just like that? I'd hope no one's recording, Winter. The ace of æspa, reduced to nothing but a cute little slut fucktoy in front of the public, fucked for everyone to watch, and yet you're getting off to it. It'd be a shame if it got publicised…"

"Oh fuck, I don't care, let them see, I just need your cock, your cum in me, please, please breed Winter, please coat my womb with your seed, make Winter your baby mommy, please make Winter cum…"

You've broken her before, and you'll break her again.

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MINA-0324—"Trapped In Her Office, My Angry Boss Uses My Body To Fuck Her Stress Away. Completely Drained!"

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Happy (early) Birthday Mina!

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"Assistant, please report to my office."

You slam your laptop shut and push yourself up begrudgingly. Another meeting with Ms Myoui, probably another fucking scolding from that cold bitch. If you didn't need the money, you wouldn't be working this damn job. Sure, it's a pretty high position: Personal Assistant to the CEO of Myoui Tech Enterprises, but you don't care about anything but the high four-figure salary. There's always a lot to do, but who cares? You're getting paid anyway, whether you do it or not.

You push open the wooden doors to the CEO's office. Your boss, Myoui Mina, sits at her desk, typing on her laptop. She closes the laptop when you enter and rises from her chair.

"Take a seat at my desk, Assistant."

You grumble and take the seat. Whatever she has for you probably has no value anyway. Another scolding, probably. Who gives a fuck?

Mina slides her blazer off her shoulders, draping it over her chair. She's dressed in a white long-sleeved dress shirt, tucked into black dress pants. She would look kind of hot if she wasn't such a bitch.

"I called you here to talk about your performance today. You've been causing me a lot of stress lately."

Fucking shit. Another damned scolding. You're fucking tired of it.

"Your performance is not up to par, and as your direct superior, I cannot have that on me."

Mina undoes the buttons to her long sleeves as well as the top button holding her collar together.

"Your bad performance reflects badly on me, and on yourself. You're an adult and you still can't do your job properly."

She sighs.

"Tell me, Assistant. How should I deal with you?"

You only answer with an annoyed grunt. You know that Mina is aware you feel this is a waste of time. You're doing enough as is anyway reading whatever emails she sends you and answering some of them if you feel like it. It's not like she doesn't have another PA. In fact, the other PA does so much that you might as well be out of a job. You definitely can afford to slack off.

"If all you do around here is nothing of value, then you deserve to be fired. What do you say?"

What the fuck?

No. No, you can't. You need the money.

"Perhaps I should really consider it. Minjeong can do all of your work anyway."

No!

"No, Ms Myoui! I can't lose this job! I'll do better, I promise! I'll do anything!"

"I've given you so many chances. Each time you have stressed me out and disappointed me. What makes this time different?"

Mina turns around to walk to the back of her office, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. The light of the afternoon sun shines through, the brightness shining around her body as she casts a shadow on the carpet.

"I'll do anything, Ms Myoui. I cannot lose this job. I'll make sure I do better. Anything. I'll do anything."

"Are you sure?"

Mina untucks her shirt from her pants. Her outfit seems to get more casual throughout, but you don't have time to care about that. You can't lose this job!

"Yes, I'm sure, Ms Myoui."

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1,065 notes - Posted March 22, 2022

After School Anal

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Part 1 here!

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"Take these clothes off me, dear. I want to be naked."

Karina pulls your hands to her bunched-up skirt. Even after getting her pussy fucked and her face blasted with cum, she still wants more. A real go-getter, an overachiever, this girl. Good thing you're exactly the same type as her.

A short tug has the hem fall from her waistband. Another tug has the article of clothing fall from her hips to the floor. She kicks it aside, and she pulls her shirt down.

"What're you waiting for, dear? Strip me."

Your hands follow immediately. Karina helps you pull her blouse off her, and when she throws her shirt aside, you take the time to ogle her beautiful breasts again. Fuck, she's got the best body in school—her big breasts unable to be hidden under that uniform, her thighs thick and full, and a tight pussy as well as a cute ass always worth fucking.

Karina turns to her bag to fish out the ever-familiar bottle of lube.

"You know what to do. The question is, dear, how would you like me today? On the table, spread for you, or bent over and fucked from the back?"

Both choices are fucking tempting—you're already so hard at the thought of anal sex with Karina, and now that you get to choose how you'd like to fuck her…

"I want you on the table. You're too pretty not to watch being fucked."

"Aww, thank you, dear. On my back it is, then."

Karina climbs atop the teacher's desk nearby. She lies back on it as she spreads her legs wide open, her two fuckholes exposed right to your eyes.

"Lube it up nice and thick, dear, and fuck me until you cum inside this tight ass."

One long squeeze fills your hand with lube. You run it all over your shaft, every inch slathered in the substance, before you coat one digit with more of it. Karina takes in a sharp breath when she feels your finger run over her asshole.

"Go on, dear. Lube me up."

You push against her ass, and Karina relaxes, her ass easily taking your finger in. You work in a knuckle and spread the lube around her insides, gently working your finger in all the way. Bit by bit, Karina's ass works to engulf your finger, and she moans at the pleasurable intrusion paired with her own ministrations on her clit. Karina rubs her own clit slowly as you lube her up, a slight smile gracing her beautiful features.

"Done, dear? Ready to fuck this top girl's ass?"

"You know I am, Karina."

Both of you groan when you place your tip at her ass and push into her. Karina's ass feels just as good as the first time you fucked it—you've fucked her in every hole so many times now, and it still feels amazing. You're thankful for this arrangement between you and her—both of you were top students with just as much interest in sex as much as studies, which just meant you two were meant to work together and fuck each other. This arrangement definitely benefits the both of you a lot—less stress, more sex, and you're both steadfast friends at the end of it anyway.

"Fuck me, dear," Karina reiterates, "Fill my ass with cum."

Her words, not yours. You begin to fuck her ass, your hands shifting to Karina's calves to spread her legs open. All of her body is exposed to your eyes: her beautiful features taken by pleasure, her jiggling breasts with every thrust, and her pretty pussy, juices leaking out of it with every rub of her clit. You know how much Karina gets turned on with anal, and with her masturbating during anal sex with you, you know it wouldn't take long for her to cum. You probably could last a little longer, but you doubt you would anyway, with a full view of Karina having sex. You're so fucking attracted to her that you wouldn't resist cumming in her tight ass at the first opportunity.

"Faster, dear, mmf~!"

You oblige, your thrusts growing in tempo and some force. A loud moan and Karina's hand moving faster in time with your thrusting has you smiling—she's loving it as much as you do.

"Fuck, your ass is so tight, Karina…"

"And—oh, God!—And you're so fucking thick, ugh, fuck! You—You fuck me so fucking good—agh, fuck~!"

Karina slides her hand downwards, and she spreads her pussy open with her middle and ring fingers.

"Look at me, dear—oh!—just l-look at how wet I am."

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SQUIRT-005—"My Classmate Fucks Me All Over School And Creampies Me Multiple Times As I Squirt Everywhere For Him"

Or… y'know,

Bucket List 5

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Genres: Exhibitionism/Public Sex, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Squirting, Degradation, Daddy Kink.

Big thanks to @worldsover and @ggidolsmuts for editing and proofreading.

For @co-reborn and the ONCEs that have waited six months.

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You lie semi-awake in wonder at what happened throughout the past twenty-six, maybe seven hours. Nayeon rests beside you, cuddled up tight against your body, dead asleep from the exhaustion of an overnight sex marathon. Originally, you intended to leave Nayeon to sleep alone on her bed while you took the couch, but well…

"We're fucking having sex on the regular, Pervert. You can definitely lie next to me and sleep. Now go the fuck to bed. I'm tired too, y’know?"

Maybe you could get used to this—but only if she were yours.

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Nayeon approaches you after class and pulls you to the side. She has a collared shirt on, red coloring the trimmings on her sleeve. A small tie hangs around her neck, and she finishes off the outfit with a blue skirt that barely reaches mid-thigh.

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1,660 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

After School Activities

"Ah, ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Karina's body rocks softly with every thrust you send in her. String after string of curses erupt from her open mouth, broken up by sharp moans and whines ever so often. She balances on one leg, supported by one of your arms around her slim, tight body. Her other leg is held up by your other arm, and you silence her curses into moans with a crash of your lips to hers. Your tongue swirls against hers in a show of passion.

Both you and Karina are in various states of undress. Karina's skirt is bunched up around her waist, panties discarded long ago in her haste to get straight to sex with you. Her uniform top is pulled up above her chest, her bare breasts pressed against your chest. You have your uniform shirt undone, pants and boxers flung to some obscure corner of the classroom you're in. Neither of you could care less about where your different articles of clothing are—both of you're too busy enjoying sex with each other to care.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good like that, fuck~!"

Slow thrust after slow thrust has your cock spearing deep into Karina's tight pussy over and over. Slick spills all over Karina's thighs and all over your cock, each entry into your partner reapplying a new coat of her arousal on your hard shaft every time.

"God, fuck, that pussy always feels so fucking good…"

You busy yourself with leaving marks on her neck. You know she hates having to work so hard cover them up, but ironically, she loves being marked just like that during sex.

"That's right—gah, fuck!—you love this top tier pussy, mm? Nnn—agh!—No one can… can c—pffh—compare to me, right? You don't have to answer; I already kn—"

"You're fucking right, Karina. I love your pussy. I fucking love your pussy. I love touching it, I love eating it, and I love fucking it."

With the end of your sentence, you begin to speed up your thrusts. Slow and steady becomes fast and hard, and Karina's body jerks with every hard smack of your crotch against hers. Her volume increases as well, moans higher in pitch as you begin to fuck her just the way she likes.

"Oh God oh God oh God, just like that, fuck me just like that! Agh—fuck!—fuck this top student pussy just like that! Ffff—ah!—Fuck me with that cock, make me… make me squirt all over you!"

No reply needed—actions speak louder than words anyway. You lift her leg even higher, and you keep your thrusts short, fast, hard. Another torrid kiss shared, and you grunt into the kiss just as she whines and moans with you. You can feel Karina get tighter and wetter at the sound of the loud wet claps of sex echoing around the empty classroom right now, and you know she's just thinking of how naughty both of you were—thee two top students of this school meeting up after classes for sex regularly to "de-stress" under the pretense of studying together. Little do all the students and teachets know about what truly goes on after school.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming, I'm—ah!"

You pull yourself out of Karina and drop to your knees. Karina leans back against some tables, and with two fingers, you plunge deep into her tight cunt and begin fingerfucking her used pussy.

"Oh, oh, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!"

Karina squeals and bucks when squirt gushes out of her orgasming pussy, her body taken by the throes of peak sexual pleasure. You feel her pussy contract tightly around your fingers with every messy spray of squirt fucked straight out of her. Clear showers of Karina's juices rain all over the floor beneath her as it runs down the skin of your arm, down her legs, and gushes straight out with every buck. She makes a mess of the classroom with your help, and when you pull out of her, hand and arm drenched, Karina immediately falls to her knees in front of you after you stand up. Without any warning, she takes your cock in her hand, and she pumps it hard to push you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Are you gonna cum, hmm? Gonna cover me in cum? Do it. Cum all over my pretty face. You know you want to."

"Shit, fuck, take it, take it all, fuck!"

With an increasingly loud growl, hot white semen bursts out of your cock all over Karina's divine features. Rope after rope of semen erupts all over Karina's open, waiting mouth, over her sharp nose, over her closed eyes. You paint the girl beneath you in a thick sheen of white semen—six, seven, eight shots of cum leaving her with your seed dripping down her face, her chin, on her uniform, some of it even clinging to her breasts. The last drops fall right into Karina's mouth—she wraps her lips around your tip and sucks it straight out of you before releasing you with a loud "Pop!".

Both of you pant in exhaustion while basking in the afterglow of the sex. You sink to the floor, cock pulsing while Karina scoops your cum off her face and eats it off her fingers as if it were a delicacy—slow, long licks of her digits, each swipe collecting every drop of cum on her skin, all while staring straight at you while she drinks you in, her bedroom eyes inviting you in for Round 2.

"How about one more, dear? I have an asshole you haven't fucked…"

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@channellery 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 Ƹ̵̡⁠Ӝ̵̨̄⁠Ʒ

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(aprendi que é mt bom dar parabéns pra si msm, um presentinho pros meus 15!!)

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can do dad daemon x mom reader please? maybe her having the 4th baby but things get really complicated during the labor. they even suggest cutting her open and daemon go feral.

happy ending with her having a girl and daemon being the biggest simp

this is more angst than fluff, i'm sorry ☠️ 💖

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. support your content creators 💓 please leave a comment if you like my work, and enjoy your reading.

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Your screams echoed through the Keep's walls. There is something wrong, there is something wrong, your thoughts keep repeating. Your cries could be heard throughout the whole castle. “Daemon”, you called out loud, “Daemon”. As you grew weaker and paler, losing more and more blood , your screams turned into whimpers. Deep down, your efforts were only to keep the babe alive.

Outside your chambers, the maester and Daemon discussed what it had to be done so you could deliver your child safely.

"The child won't come out, my Prince. There's a choice to be made." The maester said.

"A choice?" Daemon murmured, trying to ignore your calls so he could keep his sanity.

"We can save the child, cutting her womb open."

Daemon lifted his head swiftly, startled by that idea, "She would not survive."

"I'm afraid not, my–" The maesters words were cut out by Daemon's hand getting a hold on his throat.

"You're going to enter that room, and you are going to save my woman and child. If she dies, you'll perish along with your whole family and everyone in that room." Daemon growled in his ear, closing the man's air passage, "Do you understand?" The maester nodded with difficulty.

"Y/N..."

You opened your eyes to the cold touch in your sweaty forehead. His features softened when you opened a small smile to his sight. You felt Daemon's hand on your cheek, where his thumb caressed your tear stained skin. You grabbed his fist, taking it to your mouth and kissing his knuckles.

"Please, take care of our children." You begged, huskily, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Daemon."

"No." Daemon grabbed your face between his two hands, "No, don't do this. I forbid you from giving up!"

You cried, feeling another unbearable contraction. You screamed, holding his pulses tightly, like it could bring you some strength.

"I can't do this, it hurts so much! I'm scared, Daemon..."

"I'm scared too, but we're together, always. You can't leave me. I can't do this without you, I don't know how. I promised you this is going to be our last one. You need to push, Y/N. Please..."

You could see the fear in his violet orbits. You have never seen Daemon so scared. I can't leave him, you thought.

Another painful wave came with the last contractions, and you pushed, using the strength left in your body. You screamed out loud, feeling the baby's body ripping your parts open.

A sigh of relief left your lungs when other than your cries echoed in the room. Your eyes fell closed due to tiredness, but you could feel Daemon's lips all over your head and face, and hear his little praises in your ear. You did it, my love, you did it, you last heard before falling unconscious.

When you finally woke up, clean, and a little numb due the quantity of milk of the poppy that it was given to you, it took you a while to realize you were not dead. You made it through your last, and most difficult childbirth.

On the other side of the room, Daemon paced around with the child in his arms, singing a valyrian lullaby.

"Daemon..." you called.

The prince turned around to you. He smiled widely and walked towards you.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

You nodded, stretching your arms to take the baby, which he gladly gave it to you.

"She has our eyes. Yours, and mine." He acknowledged, sitting beside you.

"Another girl?" You asked, he hummed.

"Viserra. Our last one, I promised." Daemon left a kiss in your temple, hugging your body close to his chest.

"You are never touching me again, anyway." You shrugged.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen imagines #daemon targaryen x oc #house of the dragon imagines #dad!deamon targaryen x mom!reader drabble #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au

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Gush About Your OC

Thank you for tagging me @maimaiapologist ❤️ It was cool to read more about Sal ❤️

📚 Rules:

💛 Post 5 Facts about your

💛Open the latest section of #cyberpunk 2077 tag and reblog 5 posts of people you don’t follow, giving them nice tags.

💛 Tag 5 People to spread the game. Tagging: @arasakas-ronin @scuttlebuttin @scumpatrol @abysswaatchers @kohnnor

Why not, I decided I will give some spotlight to my guilty pleasure baby - Himiko 💛

💛 First of all she technically doesn’t exist lol. Let me explain: Himiko started as an April Fool’s joke baby of my Vincent and Hanako at the old server I was in, 2 years ago. She’s not part of my “official headcanons” but she’s my guilty pleasure headcanon I run for comfort when I want to be mushy and cute and have happy vibes thinking that despite everything my otp got together for so long and they’re somehow happy. So technically, she’s in additional AU to my Blaze of Glory AU where Hanako never went nomad with Vincent cuz instead of leaving with Aldecaldos after the Devil Ending, he decided to do the gig from Mr. Blue-Eyes gaining worldwide fame as the most dangerous man alive. I hope that means sense. 💛 Himiko is lab-made baby! I can imagine that since Hanako is chromed she’s already infertile in 2077, but after all she is the Arasaka so I bet her eggs were stored for the sake of Arasakas future. So Himiko was made in-vitro, in womb like enviroment in the most top secret Arasaka Labs in Tokyo. 💛 Her existence is kept secret from the world, kind of. In 2081 a year after her “birth” Saburo informed the public that he was blessed with new member of Arasaka family - a child of his beloved daughter Hanako, and her husband Vincenzo Giovanna. However, it was everything the public knew for decades to come. Instead Himiko was given a secret surname as Himiko Ikeda (hehe in my nomad ff Hanako is undercover as Asami Ikeda), and had pretty much what would seem a normal kid experience growing up in Kyoto, going to school like any other kid. In reality it was really stresfull situation where she developed a fear towards other peers, being scared of befriending anyone, afraid they will realize who she is and her life would be ruined. However that did not stopped her from being the leader among others as she even was the Head of the Student’s Council in her High School. 💛 In her childhood, when her father’s cat who was her bestest friend - Nibbles - died due to old age, her grandfather used this as opportunity to play on little Himiko. Instead of “another stray cat” in the family, Saburo gifted Himiko a baby of the last living lions that she named Kumo (meaning: cloud). Of course her parents were outraged by this, as it was super dangerous, and they needed to keep Lion Trainers around. Years later due to Kumo being an offspring of already struggling animals, he turned out to have a lot of health problems that slowly became uncurable. When Kumo started getting his first cybernetic parts Himiko swore she herself will find a way to save his life, therefore she pursued her interest in cybernetics and ended up designing life-saving parts that she asked her mother to make the software for. At the end Himiko and Hanako saved Kumo, and he lived many more years with her. Thanks to behavioral chip that Hanako wrote, Kumo was unable to cause harm to Himiko or the family, so the trainers and precautions weren’t needed anymore. 💛 Those who knew of her existence had mixed opinions. She was either loved, or shamed for variety of reasons. The most prominient one was Saburo’s own way of thinking that Vincent’s genes disgrace purity of Arasaka bloodline. P.S. I have to make future appearances for Hanako and Vincent just to take pics with her 😭

#cyberpunk 2077 #more like #cyberpunk 2100 #C: Himiko #Himiko Arasaka #荒坂日美子 #cyberpunk 2077 tag game #tag game #oc tag game #cyberpunk oc

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tht-fukpet-frith · 1 year

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So question because I'm very broke and kinda running out of time to save money

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Curse's Womb Painting (Kenjaku x Mahito)

Contains: biting to bleed, tentacles, curse-fucking, anal, bad science, restraining.

Hello! Back at it again with the GetoMahi content. Someday I will stop being so obsessed with Mahito and Kenjaku experimentally fucking. Hopefully this is good, I put too much thought into this and wasn't expecting this to get as in depth as it did. Reblog or reply if you enjoy!

The room was silent save for the soft clinks as Mahito sat down the three glass vials on the concrete floor. 'Cursed wombs' Geto had called them, and he knew enough to know that they were an important part of the plans in Shibuya.

Mahito just didn't understand why they needed the human nailed to the wall before them. He was happy to capture and okay with them, but the idea of a host body wasn't making much sense to the juvenile curse. The person on the wall confused Mahito as well, in all their other experiments, they'd tried to only use humans that could at the very least see curses. This person hadn't even noticed Mahito as he knocked them out.

Running a hand through his hair, Mahito squatted before the vials, observing them as if they'd give him the answers he wanted.

"Does this not interest you the same way your other toys do?" the soft voice from the doorway asked. Mahito knew who it was but turned his head to look away.

Kenjaku's back rested on the door frame, normal robes forgone, instead wearing dark slacks and a black jacket. The look on his stitched face seemed more playful than normal. Wide smile not befitting of the sight before him.

Sometimes, Mahito wonders if he isn't the perfect example of the kind of humans that brought him into existence.

"What's so special about these weak curses? Do we really need more?" Mahito wasn't sure why he felt some sort of jealousy bubbling up in him as he spoke. While he was very curious about the vials, it irked him that they seemed so important.

Kenjaku chuckled, clearly amused by the curse's frustration. He knew Mahito loved attention and praise, being a greedy human curse, so it was always fun to tease him

"They aren't curses Mahito. They're Cursed Womb Death Paintings, I've explained it to you before, its a human-curse hybrid that had to have been sealed years ago because their creation was deemed an abomination," Kenjaku explained once again. Though he sounded bored, it always amused him to talk about the Death Paintings.

The concept of a human-curse hybrid didn't interest Mahito, he just wanted to know why the man he was working with seemed so obsessed with it. Nearly every time they fucked or toyed with a human, Kenjaku always brought up impregnation and the cursed wombs, but now that they're in front of them, Mahito just didn't understand.

"Can't we just make more? It can't be that difficult to make more of them, curses are everywhere," Mahito pouted as he picked up a vial to get a closer look at the entity inside.

Kenjaku stepped closer to Mahito, taking the vial from the curse and caressing the glass before placing it back on the ground.

Standing next to the still crouching curse, Kenjaku sat his hand on Mahito's head, sinking his fingers into the soft hair.

"Are you jealous Mahito? Do you want to give me something stronger? The process is more than what I've shown you, how would you like if I experimented on you?" Kenjaku continued to stroke Mahito's hair as he teased the curse.

Looking up, Mahito could see the hungry look in Kenjaku's eyes. It was a look he knew well at this point, accustomed to the subtle tells of Kenjaku's arousal. Talk of experimentation always spurred him on.

Indignantly, Mahito grabbed the wrist of the hand in his hair, tossing it back at Kenjaku. He loved the pleasure Kenjaku gave him, but he was tired of all their encounters being about the cursed wombs.

"I wouldn't like it! I'm not just going to let you use me if there isn't anything in it for me," Mahito sat back, moving slightly further away from Kenjaku. He knew Kenjaku could make him feel good, pleasure would be in it for him. Mahito just didn't want to listen to Kenjaku going on about the vials in front of him while fucking him again.

Kenjaku laughed to himself, amused at the absurdity of a lovers quarrel with a curse. The way the curse could try to deny his own pleasure, hedonism and childish jealousy clashing inside. Kenjaku fucked the curse enough times to know he would enjoy it.

"You will let me use you, like you always do. Because no matter how much you deny it, you want to be torn apart just for the pleasure," Kenjaku stepped away from Mahito as he spoke. Gazing into Mahito's eyes as he held a hand out, "because not even your little human toys can fuck you like I can."

Wanting to refute Kenjaku, Mahito opened his mouth before closing it in confusion. Around Kenjaku's open hand was now a reddish tentacle that had appeared out of nowhere and slid down onto the floor. He'd never seen the curse users technique before, just knowing through the others that he was powerful, so confusion pushed past his normal curiosity.

The tentacle extended out, it was obvious to Mahito that it was a low grade curse. The tentacle grew with a flex of Kenjaku's hand, sprouting more tendrils and growing to several feet in length. It writhed on the floor, but Mahito just watched, waiting to see what happened next.

Stepping back further, Kenjaku leaned against the wall, eyes still trained on Mahito and not the weak curse between them. Mahito became uncomfortable upon noticing the smirk on his face.

"I'll only explain this once, since it bothers you so, since you want to suggest 'making more,' I'll show you just how tedious the process is for a human to undergo," Kenjaku waved his hand forward and the tentacle curse slid closer to Mahito. Kenjaku smirked, purposefully leaving out that Mahito didn't have the technique or humanity required to actually create a Death Painting.

The tentacle curse wrapped itself around Mahito's ankle, sliding up the outside of his pant leg.

"I could just kill this pitiful curse," Mahito pouted, frustrated with the fact that he was curious about what Kenjaku had in mind. New experiences always excited the curse, even if he didn't want to admit it.

Despite his threats, as the tentacle curse slithered up his body and slipped up his shirt, wrapping around his stomach. Mahito did nothing to exorcise the curse. It's warm, slightly wet body squeezed him, suckers attaching to his skin at random parts.

"Take off your pants for me," Kenjaku commanded, head resting on the wall as if he were bored by the scenario.

Surprising them both, Mahito quickly moved to slide the material down his legs. Mahito's semi hard cock resting against his abdomen as he settled down on his ass, legs spread out so he was fully exposed to Kenjaku.

Mahito's hands grasped at the ground nervously. Though he was contrary, the part of him yearning for praise moved on instinct. He was too curious, despite saying that he wasn't interested.

Kenjaku lazily ran a hand down the length of his thigh. It took Mahito a moment longer than it should have to realize the tentacle curse was following the movements on his own body.

Wrapping tightly around his thigh, the top of the tentacle teasingly slid down the underside of Mahito's cock. A shiver ran through his body at the light touch, as Kenjaku was usually much rougher.

Mahito couldn't tell if the curse was getting bigger or if he had just been distracted, but as he felt the other end of the tentacle wrap around his other thigh he began to get nervous. Squirming as it made it harder for him to move, the curse spread his legs more, but was stopped by the suckers digging into his soft flesh.

The tentacle then wrapped itself in a coil around Mahito's cock fully encompassing it before moving up and down. The sudden jolt of movement made Mahito gasp.

The patchwork curse lowered his hands, wrapping around the tentacle that acted as a morbid fleshlight as if trying to regain control.

"With human women, they're usually restrained via chains. I wouldn't want to keep that fun from you," Kenjaku spoke, walking toward Mahito. It seemed Kenjaku couldn't resist the urge of bringing up the experimentation, Mahito was too distracted to notice, however.

The curse looked up, watching as Kenjaku walked behind him. Mahito felt more than saw Kenjaku lower himself to the ground before spreading his legs out on either side Mahito's. Slipping his hands under Mahito's arms, Kenjaku pulled him into his lap.

Manipulating Mahito's body, Kenjaku brought the curse's hands behind his back, trapping them between their bodies. One of Kenjaku's hands rested on Mahito's stomach while the other was loosely wrapped around his throat.

Kenjaku's grip tightened slightly around his throat and at the same time, the tentacles tightened the grip on Mahito's cock. A small gasp leaving Mahito as they started moving on his cock again.

"See how nice it is when you just listen?" Kenjaku whispered into Mahito's ear. At Kenjaku's words, Mahito felt a tentacle slide down and slip between his ass cheeks.

Moaning at the feeling of his cock being used and slowly being filled, Mahito rested his head on Kenjaku's shoulder. The words taking a moment to make sense, as much as he wanted to complain it was too hard to focus with the curse on his cock.

"Shut u-" Mahito was cut off by Kenjaku's hand over his mouth. Kenjaku moved Mahito's head to the side, leaned down and harshly bit into the soft flesh of his neck.

The tentacle inside Mahito started fucking into him at the same time he felt the flesh on his throat tearing. A choked moan muffled by Kenjaku's hand was the only sound he could make.

Lapping up the blood and teasing the torn flesh with his tongue, Kenjaku moaned to himself. He felt Mahito's flesh stitch itself back together as his tongue caressed the sensitive skin.

"You want to fight back, its just like you, but this is for me. It was your idea anyway, now are you familiar with organ placement in human females? Give yourself a womb so I can breed you properly," Kenjaku commanded in Mahito's ear, not waiting for him to answer.

Mahito was having trouble thinking, he felt too good and too overwhelmed to try and argue with what Kenjaku was asking from him. He already didn't have proper human organs, making room for some extra ones shouldn't be too much of a chore, even if they were in the wrong place.

The hand spread across Mahito's stomach felt a slight bulge, barely noticeable, but Kenjaku was filled with a burning lust at the patchwork curse's obedience. He knew the bulge wasn't from penetration, as the tentacle was slowly and shallowly fucking into him.

It wasn't enough for either of them.

Using the tentacles to lift Mahito, Kenjaku adjusted his own clothes, pulling his pants down just enough to pull out his thick, erect cock.

Mahito's arms not being trapped between them anymore, freed up his movement slightly. Reaching back, Mahito rotated his shoulders unnaturally so he could use his arms to brace himself on Kenjaku's chest, keeping his body in the air comfortably as Kenjaku situated himself.

He felt the tentacles slide out of him fully, causing Mahito to whine pitifully at the loss. Suckering on the the plump flesh of his ass, spreading the cheeks to expose his needy hole to Kenjaku.

The tip on Kenjaku's thick cock pressed up against Mahito's hole, barely pressing past the tight ring of muscle. Using his arms to reposition Mahito's, Kenjaku once again held them together behind the curse's back.

Now that Mahito was at his mercy again, Kenjaku snapped his hips up, quickly filling Mahito completely. The curse moaned, Kenjaku's cock stretching and filling him much more than the tentacles did.

Quickly fucking up into Mahito, Kenjaku manipulated the tentacles on Mahito's cock to move in time with his own thrusting. The tentacles help Mahito spread open, making it easier for Kenjaku to fit all of his cock inside the curse.

Mahito's head again lolled back against Kenjaku's shoulder, he felt so fucked out with the vice grip on his cock and the Kenjaku using him as a fuck toy was overwhelming. Mahito felt his legs tremble as the tentacles slid down, squeezing his thighs and pulling them further apart.

As much as he enjoyed fucking a playful Mahito, sometimes having the excitable curse fully at his mercy was just what he needed. There was no fear of breaking Mahito, he could be as rough as he wanted, his cock slamming into the curse violently.

Kenjaku's hands shifted to Mahito's hips, digging into the soft flesh and using the position to bounce Mahito on his thick cock. The way Mahito took him so well and fit around him perfectly was an intoxicating pleasure.

"You made a womb for me and now I'm going to pump it full, lets see just how good of an idea you actually had," Kenjaku picked up his pace as he spoke, fucking into the curse blindly.

The pressure inside him too much when paired with the tentacles on his cock, Mahito couldn't stop himself from climaxing all over the tentacles that held onto him.

Mahito moaned obscenely loud as he came, pleasure intensified by Kenjaku fucking him through his orgasm. His cock still trapped by the curse and Kenjaku not letting up inside him was too much.

"Too much~ Ah! Please~," Mahito could barely form words between his pitiful moans. His whole body trembled violently as Kenjaku used him.

Feeling Mahito get off almost made Kenjaku finish, the way Mahito's walls squeezed him so tightly. Pushing through it, Kenjaku's thrusts became more erratic. Hearing Mahito beg is what made his hips stutter, a few more sharp thrusts before Kenjaku buried his thick cock into Mahito and painted the curse's new womb.

A wave of Kenjaku's hand made the tentacle curse disappear, making Mahito's body flop down like a rag doll on top of him, he had been through enough.

As Kenjaku pulled Mahito's limp body off of his cock, they heard a whimper from the other side of the room. Looking, Kenjaku could see that the man they;d abducted was starting to wake up.

Kenjaku stood, the flush on his cheeks the only indication of what had just happened. He nudged Mahito's limp body with his foot, trying to spur the curse to move.

"Our guest is almost ready Mahito, time for a more scientific experiment," Kenjaku spoke, returning to stand with his back resting on the door frame.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

"Remember after the overturning of Roe v Wade, how many women in England breathed a guilty sigh of relief that our reproductive rights were safe in this country? Rees-Mogg’s comments at Westminster Hall should disabuse anyone who still thinks that access to abortion – a form of essential and life-saving healthcare – isn’t at risk here, too."

I’ll say this for Jacob Rees-Mogg: he’s predictable. Dangerous, disingenuous, arrogant – but predictable. Yesterday, he offered another of his rousing anti-abortion speeches – this time at a Westminster Hall debate about a petition for terminations to be included in the government’s planned Bill of Rights. He never tires of caring for the children, that one.

Given all his talk of protecting babies, you’d expect him to be a staunch supporter of affordable childcare – especially for the most vulnerable families – a fierce advocate for free school meals to make sure no child in the UK goes hungry, and a steadfast proponent of anti-poverty policies.

Not likely.

Remember when UNICEF had to step in and help feed deprived children in the UK during the Covid-19 pandemic – the UN agency’s first domestic emergency response in its history? Rees-Mogg accused them of a “political stunt”. And that time when he said increased food bank usage was “rather uplifting”?

That’s right, the MP for North East Somerset only goes all “think of the babies!” while they’re still foetuses. Once they’re out of the womb and really need the help, his heartfelt “preference for life” appears to suddenly disappear. Funny that. It’s one of the most startling contradictions of those who describe themselves as “pro-life”, that they’ll happily dismiss the needs of children and adults – but foetuses must remain sacrosanct.

To me, it’s almost as if it’s not really about ‘babies’ at all; it’s almost as if it’s about controlling women’s reproductive rights instead. I’m sure that’s not the case with Rees-Mogg, though. He’s got integrity. Oh no, wait, sorry, I’ve got that wrong; I’m just looking at my notes here and it appears to be the exact opposite.

Rees-Mogg doesn’t mind making a mint “in a very roundabout way” from abortion pills in Indonesia, and he’s apparently not too fussed about an unnecessary death or two (or a hundred thousand) through draconian policies that effectively punish people for being poor.

Still, he’s got a way with words. Honestly, his powers of rhetoric during the abortion debate almost brought me to tears (of horror).

He used every trick in the book. Incendiary language? Check: the former Leader of the House of Commons spoke of essential healthcare “killing babies”. Demonisation of supporters of reproductive freedom? Check: he referred to abortion rights as a “cult of death”. But there goes the Moggster – forever serving up 19th century attitudes to a 21st century society.

MP for Walthamstow Stella Creasy was having none of it. On Twitter, she posted a damning indictment of Rees-Mogg’s comments during the debate. “If you think we don’t need to codify in law that women have a human right to choose to have an abortion, Rees-Mogg just argued against women who are victims of rape or incest having a right to have one. Women deserve equal rights. Whoever is in government #trustWomen.” Well, it seems you can certainly trust Rees-Mogg to attack women’s bodily autonomy whenever he gets the chance.about:blank

Rees-Mogg’s gutter politics surely put him in a difficult position to take the moral high ground over anyone, but to condemn those who’ve had abortions and those who support reproductive rights is a new low even for him – and there are so very many lows to choose from.

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Remember after the overturning of Roe v Wade, how many women in England breathed a guilty sigh of relief that our reproductive rights were safe in this country? Rees-Mogg’s comments at Westminster Hall should disabuse anyone who still thinks that access to abortion – a form of essential and life-saving healthcare – isn’t at risk here, too.

His impassioned speech – which was effectively in favour of endangering the lives of women across the country – comes just after government documents outlining plans to curb access to home abortions were leaked. It’s unsurprising that such a move would be detrimental to the most vulnerable women – those at risk of domestic violence and those without a fixed address. But then, Rees-Mogg doesn’t seem to care about those lives. Those lives don’t suit his political narrative at all. Not a bit.

How many unnecessary deaths have the Tories caused since they came into power? Never mind. They don’t matter anyway. Not to Rees-Mogg, it seems. He’s apparently more interested in the slitheringly slow but certain erosion of women’s right to bodily autonomy.

This bloke who’ll never get impregnated by a rapist, this bloke who’ll never get pregnant at all, this bloke who’ll never need an abortion. This bloke dares to denounce the women who do experience all those things. This bloke, with his extravagant wealth and all the privileges imaginable, dares to try and make life worse for the most vulnerable women.

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If you are scrolling through your timeline trying to distract yourself from something you don't want to think about, or you're looking for a sign.

It is going to be okay.

Just breathe.

You are alive and you matter.

via Pink News on Facebook.

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🎶✨️ when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish, then send this to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ✨🎶

Tagged by @asongthatsingsitself, thank you:

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Separations - Pulp

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My #1 post of 2022

Sparks, 1980.

@parts-of-me-unravelling this is for you.

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