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Whumptober alt.Prompt #3- Fever

I’m still sick, this is self-indulgent fluff and angst, have some Obikin

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It had come on so fast.  It had seemed like just yesterday that Anakin had been so excited for the holidays with Ben and now he could barely open his eyes.  Ben dabbed gently at Anakin’s forehead with a wet cloth, trying to keep his intense fever at bay.

Anakin moaned lightly, his uncoordinated hands swatting at him.

“Hush, dear one.”  Ben whispered, as Anakin had always been oversensitive to noise and light when sick.  Had been since Ben first met him.  “I know it’s cold to you, but I promise, it’ll make you feel better soon.”

Anakin whimpered.  “Hurts.”

“I know, dear one.”  Ben said, his heart breaking just a little further.  He hated to see such a vibrant young man like Anakin fall to a mere illness.  He did make a mental note, however, to check up on Anakin’s vaccinations.  His… unusual childhood had probably left several holes in a proper medical history.

“Do you think you can drink some water?”  Ben asked.

Anakin grunted, which Ben took to be a yes.

“Can you sit up on your own, or do you want me to help?”

Anakin, immediately tried to sit up on his own, only for his arms to be unable to support him and fall back down onto his bed.  Ben pursed his lips, cursing his partner’s stubborn nature and his own nature to assume that Anakin would be okay with needing help when so very obviously in need of it.  He should’ve known better, Anakin hated needing help and often went out of his way to avoid even seeming like he could need help.  Ben could blame that on his childhood too, but for now, he just needed to try and help the poor lad.

“It’s alright, dear one.”  Ben said, adjusting his position so he could lift Anakin onto his chest.  He now had to become very careful, to form his words so it all seemed like Anakin’s idea.  Anakin would lash out if he thought Ben was insisting he needed help, and in his current state, Ben was worried for what he could do to himself.  “How about we just snuggle instead?”

Anakin frowned at him, trying to glare at him through slitted eyes, his fevered mind unable to tell if Ben was coddling him.  Ben tried as gently as possible to have Anakin rest on his chest, where he could control the glass of water by the nightstand and still keep a handle on Anakin.

“Too hot.”  Anakin groaned, finally speaking, shoving lightly at Ben.

“Try this, it might help.”  Ben lifted the glass of water to Anakin’s lips.

Once the water touched his lips, Anakin greedily gulped down the whole glass, uncaring that some of the excess was spilling down his chin.

Ben sat the glass down when it was empty, gently mopping at Anakin’s mouth with his sleeve.  “Better, dear one?”

Anakin nodded slowly, as if nodding was the most physically demanding task he’d done.

“Still too hot?”  Ben asked.

Anakin grunted another ‘yes’.

“Okay.”  Ben said, starting the difficult process of extricating himself from Anakin’s fevered limbs without disturbing him too much.

Now free again, he settled Anakin back into the pillows.  Anakin let him, practically a rag doll in his arms.

“Try to get some sleep, dear one.”  Ben murmured into Anakin’s hair.  He placed a kiss on Anakin’s sweaty forehead, still unnerved at the heat radiating off of the young man.

“‘M sorry.”  Came a mumble so quiet Ben almost missed it.

“You’re ill, Anakin.”  Ben said lowly.  “It’s not your fault.”

“Wanted to do this right.”  Anakin mumbled, as if Ben hadn’t spoken.  “You deserve a nice holiday instead of taking care of stupid me.”

Ben sighed.  Anakin had never celebrated a proper holiday of this sort, his childhood had kept him and his mother from celebrating anything besides a small acknowledgement of their life day.  And now that Anakin was with Ben, Anakin had been so excited to properly celebrate this year with the money and freedom to get gifts as he saw fit.  The closet was filled with decorative packages ready to be distributed to their friends but Ben had already called everyone off, saying that Anakin could still be contagious and he wouldn’t want to infect any of them.  That could wait until after the holiday though, when Anakin could see the look on their friend’s faces when they saw his carefully picked out gifts.  But Ben hadn’t thought of what that would do to his mental state.  With Anakin, emotional was an understatement, and when he was sick, it was even worse.

“Anakin, it’s alright.”  Ben murmured.  “Holidays come, holidays go, but you are once in a lifetime.  I don’t care if we have to miss a day or two, it’s merely a day on the calendar.  Our friends will see us and we’ll laugh and live and love them and they’ll do it right back with us.  They don’t care about not meeting up, they care about you.”

Anakin’s eyes glistened with tears even in the dim light.

“Oh my dear one,” Ben said softly, cupping Anakin’s face with his hand, “don’t even think such terrible things.  You are never going to be less important than a simple day on the calendar.  You are my light, and you give love freely as if your life depended on it.  There is so much of you to love than I cannot possibly name each and every way I love you, have loved you for years.  Your heart is a thing of beauty, a joy forever, and I’m grateful every minute I get to spend with you.  Taking care of you is what I signed up for when I started this with you.  No matter where or when.”

They had met on the battlefield, Anakin as a pilot, and Ben as a field medic.  The draft had taken people from all walks of life, and while Ben could never be thankful for the things he had seen, the lives he couldn’t save, he would always be grateful for Anakin.  Without him, Ben would’ve simply gone mad.  Even now, without Anakin, Ben would go mad.

“Wanted it to be perfect.”  Anakin mumbled, nuzzling into Ben.  “You always seemed to excited about it.  Just wanted it to be perfect.”

“It is perfect.”  Ben whispered, running his thumb up and down Anakin’s cheek.  “I’m here, you’re here, there’s nothing more I need.  While I could do without you being ill, as long as I have you here, I need nothing else in life.”

Ben wiped away the tears streaming down Anakin’s face with the cloth as if they were simple beads of sweat.

“Can you turn on the lights?”  Anakin asked, in a voice too small for Ben to handle.

“Of course, dear one.”  Ben reached over and hit the button that illuminated their tiny apartment.  The lights danced off the aluminum, changing from red to blue to green to red again, but Ben only had eyes for Anakin.  The lights, traditionally saved only for the holiday itself, had him staring in amazement.  Simple lights against metal had been something Ben had always taken for granted when he was younger, now he knew with Anakin, nothing could be taken for granted.

“They’re beautiful.”  Anakin murmured, on the cusp of sleep.

“Yes.  They are.”  Ben replied, and seeing Anakin finally drift into a peaceful sleep, decided to leave the lights on all night, in case Anakin woke up.

You know how to fix the bi issue?

You know the one where people are like “your straight if a girl dates a boy and your gay if boy dated boy”? But you see, if you did one thing, and one thing only, no one could say your not bi.

Date a boy and a girl!!

Elder Scrolls mad libs

Or more like Elder scrolls autocomplete/ auto-correct / mad libs.

Here is my first one:

THE OBLIVION CRISIS, behind the scenes

Lucien Lachance don’t mind that we offer free delivery to your door and Vicente Valtieri did a quick overview of the vampires of our lives.

Martin Septim went from being s little too small to a high risk business strategy. Uriel sent the wrong thing to the blades master and now Jauffre is not available for immediate delivery. Baurus and the others think that the company has taken a fantastic job and that everything is going great.

Meanwhile, in Oblivion, Mehrunes Dagon can’t find his laptop and Sheo is about to change the world of Harry Potter and the E bay. Haskill thinks that it would be better to just let Jyggalag, the driver, make a real problem.

Mankar Camoran and his merry band of cultist kraken cauliflowers sing the ancient woodland songs to appease the gross jesters of Nocturnal because she got mad after they kept stressing her favorite clients. I mean dogs.

Also, Mannimarco, the king of Wuv has come back to Cyrodiil and is in the mood for some fun with his pals, the judges of Tamriel’s got talent. But Arch-operator Traven of the Arcane Brewery wants to ruin his face and won’t let him do it. So, instead, he is stuck with a couple of cool looking retards and is trying to get some high.

M’aiq does not want to know how things will work out. He and the Nerevarine go for a drink in Todd Howard’s garage. There they meet Gabe Newell and gossip about Sload mash.

And that is how COC!Sheo got the most amazing idea to create the minions.

Notes:

I am surprised that it connected Vicente with the word vampires.

Also, according to Cyrodiilians of E3 433, the Nerevarine is on an expedition to Akavir. Either the Nerevarine was lying or Todd Howard’s garage is (in) Akavir and Gabe Newell is in Akavir.

Or Todd Howard has kidnapped Gabe Newell and now a doppelganger is posing as him. Or the Nerevarine and M’aiq are Gods that mastered Chim or whatever and they can get out of the godhead or the screen to chill irl.

In that case, M’aiq in our world, outside the godhead, has a human form. Who do you think he is? Please suggest only mortal people, not any religious figures from non-media related religions.

Or are Todd Howard and Gabe Newell friends? Like Zeus and Odin?  Idk. I googled it. I don’t think so...

So... I guess the highest mountain in Akavir (Todd Howard’s Garage?), please suggest name, is like the Olympus where all the gaming and in-game gods hang out?

I'll never understand the vagina and the other parts, but it sounds like it sucks.... I respect all AFAB more than yall know.

AFAB Body do be like:

Have an egg in this trying time.

Am I wet? Am I on my period? Did I pee my pants?- next on wtf is going on down there.

nevermind guys im probably doing pink have a nice day

will be retheming >_<

pick a color for me please!!!

Season 5 tier list!

(In my opinion!)

this the room of that one fan who low-key does satanic rituals and sold her soul to the devil for concert tickets her names probably Ashley and is the whitest bitch in the neighborhood

So. Posting schedules. Funny things, right? Well, I was trying to stick to one for my social media and then I got a job. From today forward, I will be posting only on my days off which are inconsistent but should be twice a week. Thank you.

With love, Nova

Update: I picked up the 1st volume of Strobe Edge and decided that it wasn't the series for me, put it back, and went on to peruse through the horror section in my school library

I'm now in my manga/graphic novel reader era. Not that I didn't read manga before but now I'm just looking at my school library's comics and manga collection for some more to read.

(damn I'm soooo happy that my school has manga in an already amazing library, like, my previous school library had one or two cupboards of books worth reading and comics didn't exist there🥹)

What I read so far:

The Rose of Versailles

The Girl from the Sea (Molly Knox Ostertag)

The Prince and the Dressmaker (Jen Wang)

47 Ronin (the graphic novel)

And I plan on reading Strobe Edge soon :)

I only read the 2nd and 3rd graphic novel mentioned because I LOVE stories with plots that I usually don't see. I took the Girl from the Sea because I was pleasantly surprised to see a sapphic book in my (somewhat conservative) library. And the Prince and the Dressmaker is about a prince who loves crossdressing!

…You know…

Not what I meant.

…c!Techno has only one life, instead of the assumed 3.

He came from a “time where everyone only had one life” and it is confirmed that Technoblade does NOT know how old he is! In the part where Quackity was making small talk, he asked the pig how old he is, he didn’t know. This proves that he is AS old as Phil, his “old friend”

As we know, Will made it that Phil only has one life because of Phil’s hardcore series. (Which he called “playing with his trains” back when he lived in L’Manburg) Phil is canonically a couple centuries old at least and mentioned that if Tales of the Dream SMP was not in majorly American time, he would make his character a cameo. (Most likely in the past set ones as Phil informed us of his ghost skin-)

And another piece of evidence is his name. Not “Techno,” his Syndicate name; Protesilaus. A great warrior who was the first to die. “First to die” wouldn’t really matter if he had three lives. Technically Ranboo was the first to die- Sorry

And I further hope that my earlier theory about Ranboo killing Technoblade is false. It truly seems that way, as killing does not fit Ranboo’s character at all. (Real Ranboo maybe.) And Techno is obviously going to try to get Dream to revive Ranboo, which is confirmed in multiple streams after the death stream.

Haha I lied to you guys 😃 but fr I’m so sorry for not posting I got sick (and still am)🥲

I PROMISE That I will post soon pls don’t kill me

,TheSwordThatStabbedJouno

HEY GUYS

Sorry I haven’t posted in a looooong time I’ve been sick with a fever and couldn’t post but I will be posting soon!! (around August 9th/10th)

Aku be me rn fr:

,TheSwordThatStabbedJouno

Wakko Warner as a human :)

what is ur hardest in gd?

just curious (also username maybe o^o)

.....electrodynamix (I think)

Look being obsessed w/ the characters and lore doesn't mean I'm a pro at the game OKAY??? 😭

I will be disowned for this, but here it goes..

Maggi sucks

Green Smith and Jones was the best.

The Winter Court

the winter court was not a kind place for those who were unwary, and only barely tolerable for those who were cautious. the court of winter was a blizzard on the coldest night, a dark eclipse on the longest day, but it drew children to it all the same. far less than the courts of spring and summer, where sunshine warmed the fae realms and softened the sharp edges of their immortal inhabitants, but there were still a few.

for cold was more than darkness, terror, death. winter was more than a season of ice. winter was the first breath of frost on the window, a flurry of flakes on the wind, silver moonlight reflecting off frozen lakes. it was unkind, but there was sanctuary for those who look, who need.

the children who the winter court drew were not bright-eyed, smiling children who enjoyed a summer-soaked childhood. not those who were safe to explore their small patch of world with brimming curiosity, secure in the knowledge there was a home and warmth waiting. those who still held their innocence were drawn to the softer, kinder fae of the spring and summer courts.

the winter court was a place for the children who grew up too fast. who knew warmth only as a distant memory, kindness as an alien thought. they who struggled and clawed out their place in the world, with spitting defiance and a burning hunger for more than an endless existence on the edge of life, who felt safer cloaked in shadows and ice than golden sunlight.

for the children forgotten, there was sharp-edged sanctuary in the winter court. a cold peace, a dark safety, if they wanted it.

(and oh, they wanted. they wanted so much that had never been given.)

in winter, you could see them. the strangest kids, with eyes pale as ice and hair the colour of silver moonlight. they were changeling fae, winter spirits, who had names as many as the wind. when they spoke, it was the language of fae that spilled out cold and sweet, for the mortal world had never been kind to them. they had shed their mortality long ago, for colder and better things.

in this, at least, they belonged.

I’m so sorry I done this a long time ago and I was listening to West Coast and then this happened

MY BESTIE MADE ME THIS MEME. NO YOU CAN'T HAVE CONTEXT. THANK YOU AND GOOD DAY.