Hello Out There!

okay so i think i found the article op's (and me in my tags) talking about. being exposed to over 40 celsius (120 farenheit or so) for the whole day means youre sweating a LOT (the article says rashid- the farmer at the centre of the text- drinks around 17 liters a Day. humans usually only need 3, so i presume the rest is mostly used for sweat). so much so that the organizm reroutes water from other parts of itself to not die of heatstroke - salivary glands included, which means that 1. they have very little saliva in comparison to a healthy human being 2. what little their bodies DO produce is incredibly acidic, falling to ~5.5 ph from the ideal of 7ph. Teeth dissolve. Quickly. There's a mention of someone losing 8 teeth in two years

im not reading the whole article now (headache -_-), but later on the author of the article says about 30 million people (employed in agriculture) are at risk for extreme dental health problems. 30 million people at risk of not being able to eat solid food. 30 million people at risk of not being able to find work. being able to marry. being able to be part of their community. being able to speak clearly

frolicking with mama :)

[Ko-Fi]

"open the door [Name].." he whispered from the other side, and you nearly did.

god he was soo sweet right now, so ever lovingly gentle. and you knew. you knew that if you opened the door he would be nothing short of beautiful and sweet and everything you'd ever want him to be.

"i can hear you seeetheart, don't be scared, this isnt my blood anyway."

what a sickening thing to say. his blood or not you wouldn't be able to unsee the choked gurgling from the man your prince decided to partially decapitate.

"[Name], baby..don't fight with me please? I love you so fucking much, I would never hurt you and you know that.."

"I...you promise?"

Hook, line amd sinker.

"Just open the door i'll show you..."

You creaked the wooden board open by a sliver, Anoul immediately pulled you into his arms, uncaring that the blood from his clothes was melded into your chest now.

He didn't waste another second, pulling up your face into his lips and covering you in kisses. Rather bloody ones.

"My prince I–"

"My princess? Come." He cut you off by lifting you up and into the room you were just hiding in.

"[Name], you know you can never leave me, not even in death right?" His face was nose to nose with yours.

note — i present to you zalla

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yandere!prince who has to set up alliances with another kingdom before he becomes king. it's an torturous task he wouldn't be bothered with if it wasnt a step closer to ruling and becoming king.

he brings you along of course, it's nothing official anyways just a diplomatic meeting to discuss plans and put up with snobby nobles.

the princess is beautiful of course. lush blonde hair falling in long beach waves on her shoulder, a rather tall and busty stature you knew many longed for and golden amber eyes to match her hair. Princess Zalla greets you politely, theres a man at her side, a servant or bulter you assume that sits right next to her. Anul soon makes his own appearance, his hair is down today, something about not wasting your skills on a pawn.

the four of you sit across from each other, or rather, Anul and Zalla sit down and you stand by hid side untill he forces you to sit by him as well. it's quite informal to sevants to do this but there was not arguring with the man so you sighed and took your place.

the man next to Zalla was sitting as well, the princess had frowned disapproving when he stood in his original spot. you cocked your head curiosisly, could it just be a conicidence?

you didnt get to ponder as the meeting began, there was three other nobles you didnt know the names of that showed up and discussion began. thankfully I, you were ignored by them and they didnt make a fuss of the seating arrangements.

what was more stressfull was Anul and Zalla, they were like oil and water.

"Well then I supposed all finances will be cut off for soiling, there's no need for money to he wasted on a resource thats no longer needed." Anul rolled his eyes, yawning unashamedly and you sighed, rubbing Anuls back in hopes to ease his attitude. He only glanced at you affectionately, eyes softening into a purpley smile before returning his gaze to the princess.

Zalla didn't back down however, "And then I suppose that means all magma blocks can be converted as well? I belive that counts as an unnecessary resource?" Coincedentally the male servant across from you sighed as well, whispering a small "behave." into her ear. Her neck blushed pink but she only glared harder at your prince, their gazes locked in a infinite standoff.

You looked at the man sympathetically, and he looks at you to, faintly nodding your heads in understanding.

There was only so much you could do for the royals who's pride was equivalent of the sun.

Somehow meeting ended in mutual agreement and the two royals were quick to leave there seats. Zalla pulled the man quickly, "Let's go [MS], this place isn't good for you." and she dragged him away with a kiss on his cheeks, Anul pulled you along soon after. Holding you waist tightly agaisnt his, you wished the servant good luck, you knew he would need it.

bonus!! ++

[in an alternate world, ms and yn become friends]

yn: so whats the worst thing shes ever done to you?

ms: [emmbarassed] she kissed me in front of the queen, i thought i was going to die of humiliation.

yn: ugh, i understand you, with tounge?

ms: of course. what about you?

yn: [looks away] he threatan to ahem, take me in front of the castle.

ms: [wide eyed] and did he?

“The way I see it when you’re in a relationship you can browse the menu as long as you don’t order” you hand him a coffee. “Like yes you’re my boyfriend but that doesn’t mean I go blind and suddenly stop finding Tom Hardy attractive.”

Clark pouts “so that’s why you wanted to watch that movie with me?”

“Guilty as charged” you shrug “but you have no room to talk, what about Natalie Portman?”

“What about her?”

“You switch the channel whenever the commercials come on, unless it’s that Miss Dior ad.”

He flushes, perfectly falling into your trap. “Anyway even if I could switch off my attraction to celebrities I couldn’t possibly stop having a little crush on a certain superhero. I mean gosh, who doesn’t?”

He looked pleased then, ears perking up “well I guess I can’t blame you for that one” he says puffing up his chest subtly “even I can admit Superman is pretty darn attractive.”

“Superman?” You ask with perfectly acted innocent confusion “oh no he’s not my type…little bit dorky don’t you think? I mean underwear over the trousers? C’mon”