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crystalsnow95z · 9 months

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please sick tae with a high fever? caretaker anyone!

Ooh my favorite person to write for ♡ sorry for the random angst.. I don't know why that popped into my head.

Let’s just get right into it.

Tw; meantion of upset stomach but no emeto.

"Huh? Pause the game, Seo-joon-sii is calling me.." Jungkook picks up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello. Are you home?"

"Yeah, im just playing a game." Jungkook answers politely. "Why?"

"Oh good. I called a taxi to bring Taehyungie home and want to be sure someone's there to help him."

"Huh? Help? What happened?" Jungkook jumps to his feet. "Is he okay?"

"No, nothing bad. He got a little too drunk.. him and woo-sik both.." Seo-joon speaks apologetically into the phone, feeling partly to blame for not cutting them off sooner.

"I'll be sure he gets to bed safely. Thank you." Jungkook relaxes. "Have a good night." He hangs up. Taehyungie-hyungie must've wanted to show he was a man and could drink just as much as the others..

"What was that about?" Jin asks with concern on his face. "Is Vuu okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine. He just overdid it with drinking.." Jungkook texts Taehyung to see if he'll reply.

Hyung where are you?

Taehyung replies.

I'm coming to home. 3 minutes now.

"I'll go get him pajamas to change into." Jin gets up, going to Taehyung's room.

"I'm gonna wait for him." Jungkook puts on a face mask and waits outside, keeping his eyes cast down, pretending to be too interested in his phone when someone passes by. I'm glad my hair is black right now. It's easier to wait without being recognized.

It doesn't take long for the taxi to come, Taehyung staggering out towards him. "Jeon jungukkkie hi." He greets him warmly.

"Hi hyungie.." Jungkook smiles when Taehyung wraps around him in a hug. "Let's get you inside."

"Jungkook-ah? Did I tells you?" Taehyung speaks excitedly with a bit of slur to his words. "Why we went out?"

"Why hyung?" Jungkook leads him inside, going towards Taehyungs room already knowing the answer. He told him before he went out but loved to see his hyung happy.

"Seojunnie-hyung got the lead role in a new kdrama!" Taehyung says proudly. "He's gonna look so cool.. it's a..ah..oh no.. I forgot the role.." he finished with a pout.

"Oh? Is that what you were celebrating?" Jungkook presses his lips together to stop himself from laughing at his cute expression.

"Yeah! Huh..hyungie? What are you doing here?" Taehyung questions when he sees Jin in his room.

"I'm here to help Kook-ah with you. Let's get you out of those jeans baby." Jin takes over leading Taehyung to his bed, sitting him on the edge.

"I don't need help.. I got it.." Taehyung unbuttoned his jeans, standing to get them off but sways into Jin.

"Tete be careful. Let hyung help." Jin holds Taehyung by his shoulders to steady him while he gets his jeans off, changing into the pajama pants Jin pulled out.

"There we go. Now the shirt, too." Jungkook tugs the shirt over Taehyung's head, putting a fresh one on.

"Here, Tae, drink some water." Jin offers him a water bottle. "Careful not to spill.." he adds as an afterthought when Taehyung takes a drink.

"Mm..I don't want it Hyung..my stomach hurts.." Taehyung hands the water back to Jin.

"Your stomach hurts? Did you eat enough while you were there? Do you want me to make you something?"

"I ate while I was there..but it was too spicy for me..it wasn't supposed to be spicy Hyung.." Taehyung whines, Jin biting his lip to stop himself from laughing at Taehyungs whiny pout.

"Poor Tete..I'll warm you up some of the leftover stir fry we had for dinner, okay? Let's go eat." Jin takes Taehyung by the hand, Jungkook taking the other.

"What's going on?" Jimin asks when he sees them pulling Taehyung.

"Taehyungie is very tipsy.. we're gonna try to sober him up some.." Jin explains, going to the fridge. "Don't worry we got it. Go back to sleep.."

"Taehyung-Ah, wake up..it's time to get ready for practice." Namjoon turns on the bedroom light, pulling the blanket.

Taehyung woke up the next morning feeling awful.. his head was pounding, and he felt dizzy when he sat up, his muscles aching when he moved. "I'm up..I'm up.."

Namjoon smooths down Taehyung's wild hair. "You feeling okay? You look pale."

"I think I'm okay. I must've drank too much last night.." Taehyung rubs the sleep from his eyes, wincing at the brightness in the room.

"You'll be okay. You're still young." Namjoon turns off the light for him. "Go take a shower and eat. You'll feel better."

Taehyung nods, taking a quick shower. The hot water eases some of the pain, but as he gets dressed again, he feels his body starting to ache again.

"I didn't think I drank that much.." he whines when he takes a seat next to Jimin in the dining room, leaning against him. "My head hurts... no. My body hurts.."

"Aw my poor Tete. Do you want me to make you some Haejangguk? I think we have all the ingredients.." Jimin asks, getting up. "I'll get you some juice.."

Taehyung didn't feel hungry, but was willing to try anything to try to ease the pain. "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks Minni." Taehyung gulps down some water, placing his head on the table.

"Morning Jiminie, Taehyungie. Taehyungie, are you okay?" Hoseok greets them with a yawn.

"He woke up hungover, but it's okay. I'm taking care of him." Jimin answers for him.

"Could I maybe skip practice Hobi-hyung? I really don't feel well..I feel like I'm gonna be sick.." Taehyung asks softly, looking up at Hobi with round puppy eyes.

"You shouldn't miss practice. Not when we're in the middle of learning new choreography. You should've thought about that before you went out last night." Hoseok hated being strict, but he couldn't give him special treatment. Not when they made Yoongi do several practices hungover. "But you can ask Namjoonie."

Namjoon had the same answer as Hoseok, so the seven boys went to practice together. Taehyung felt a little better after eating, but he still felt dizzy when he made quick movements, and his muscles still ached when he moved.

"Tae you're out of sync." Hoseok points out when Taehyung's feet don't hit the floor at the same time as the others. "You're going to slow."

"I'm sorry.. I'll get it.. right this time." Taehyung panted, already feeling exhausted despite only being halfway through the practice. He knew what he had to do, but his body just wasn't moving quickly enough.

"Let's take a break.." Hoseok tells them, feeling sympathy for the young vocalist. Everyone scatters to get water, use the restroom or just take a seat leaning against the mirror.

Taehyung sits where he stands, laying flat on the floor. "I'm so tired.." he whines softly, trying to stretch out to see if it'll help his muscles stop aching.

Yoongi and Hoseok go over to him the younger rapper running a hand through Taehyung's sweaty hair. "You're doing the best you can and that's all I ask. Don't look so sad."

"I know what to do. I do. I'm just really tired..I know I can do it..I just can't right now.." Taehyung says with a frustrated sigh, leaning into Hoseok's touch, feeling comfort in the warmth of his hand.

"You'll be okay baby..you'll feel better after a good meal and a nap." Hoseok gently scratches his head.

"Here Tae. Drink some water." Yoongi offers him a water bottle. "You need stay hydrated."

Taehyung sits up, leaning against Hoseok. "I didn't think I drank that much.. I think I'm done drinking for a while." He sips the water, but it feels heavy in his stomach. "I don't think I've ever been this hungover.."

"You've always been a lightweight." Yoongi states bluntly. "You don't need to drink much V."

"I drank less than the others, though.." Taehyung pouts.

"Why don't you just watch for a bit? It looks like you got the moves down. You just need to get on beat." Hoseok suggests, feeling awful for forcing Taehyung to push himself.

"No, no, I'll get it right. I know it. I just can't get my body to keep up with my thoughts. I can picture it in my head." Taehyung explains, feeling irritated with himself for holding the others back.

"It's okay. We still have a few weeks before we perform it live. You'll get it right then. I know it." Hoseok ruffles his hair. "Just watch and listen for now, okay? You can sleep it off when we get home."

Taehyung nods, watching Hoseok gather the others to start practice again. He tried his best to listen to the choreographer's advice and the ideas of the other members on how to improve it, but he couldn't keep focused. It's so bright in here..it hurts..

Taehyung only planned to keep his eyes closed until the throbbing headache became more manageable, but it wasn't long until he fell asleep.

"Should we wake him?" Jimin asks when he notices Taehyung slowly falls over to one side. "He must be really tired to fall asleep even with us having all the back up dancers.."

"I'll ask staff to take him home. He's learned his lesson on pushing his limits." Namjoon bends down to touch the floor."He'll get sick if he sleeps on the floor like that. It's cold.."

Jimin nods, going over to Taehyung, rubbing his hand across his chest to wake him. "Tete, wake up.."

"Mm.. Minnie I don't feel good.. I just want to sleep.." Taehyung whines, sitting up and leaning into Jimin. "I can't.."

"I know, baby. Hyung says you can go home. You can sleep there.." Jimin rubs his hand across Taehyung's back. "Come on. Up you go." He pulls him onto his feet.

"I'll get you home Taehyung-sii." A staff member approaches.

"Thank you.." Taehyung bows, only able to bow his head before he felt dizzy, falling forward.

"We'll probably not get home until tonight. Try to eat something before bed, okay?" Jimin gives Taehyung a hug. "Feel better, Tae."

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Yoongi stretches, limbs stiff from sitting in the same position too long. He's been working since he came home from practice, obsessing over a new song he's been trying to perfect for months. He checks his phone, eyes widening when he sees 2:58 AM on the screen.

"It's already almost three?"He tries to get a drink from his water bottle but finds it empty, discarding it into his trash bin already overflowing with papers he's tossed aside.

He gets up to go to the kitchen, slipping on wetness of a mysterious liquid covering the floor. When he looks around, he jumps when he sees a figure sitting in front of him leaning against the fridge. "Aiish.. You scared me." Yoongi sighs when his eyes adjust to the darkness, hand on his racing heart. From the silhouette,it had to be either Jungkook or Taehyung. "What are you doing?Did you fall? Are you hurt?" He reaches for the shadowy figure, hissing when he feels the heat coming off their cheek. When he doesn't feel Jungkook's cheek scar, he knows who is in the kitchen with him. "Sh*t..You're burning up, Taehyungie.."

Taehyung jumps when he feels Yoongi touch him but relaxes when he recognizes the voice. He stays quiet for a few more moments mind foggy with fever. "Hyung...I'm sorry..the..the water.. I dropped it.." Yoongi hardly recognizes it as Taehyung's voice, it coming out raspy and slow.

"So that's what it was.. don't worry about that. I'll clean it up. First, let's get you to bed." Yoongi slowly pulls Taehyung to his feet, feeling the younger trembling. "Did you get hurt when you fell?"

"Jus..just.." Taehyung stops talking,swaying as another wave of vertigo hits him."Yoongi..Hyung..dizzy.." It's been that way for the past twenty minutes, unable to make it to his feet without another wave washing over him. "Dizzy.." he whimpers in a panic.

"It's okay..it's okay.. I got you.." Yoongi holds Taehyung by his waist, gently stroking his back. "We can stay like this for a bit longer, okay?"

Taehyung nods, leaning against Yoongi, reaching for his hand. Even with his eyes closed standing completely still he felt like he was spinning. "I don't feel well.." he whispers, clutching Yoongi tighter.

"I know, Taehyungie, I know.. it looks like you weren't just hungover. I'll take care of you. I'm sorry i didn't notice sooner.." Yoongi strokes his hair, waiting for the vocalist to stop leaning against him so heavily.

"Are you feeling a little better? You think you can walk for me Taehyungie?" Yoongi speaks gently.

Taehyung stays quiet for a few more seconds, slowly opening his eyes to test if the wooziness really died down. "Y..yeah..slowly.."

Yoongi turns on his phone flashlight to get them safely around the spilled water, walking close to the wall. "That's it, Taehyungie, almost there.. let's get you to bed."

"What's going on..?" Namjoon asks sleepily when he hears Yoongi and Taehyung enter the room.

"Taehyungie is actually sick. He's running a fever.." Yoongi places Taehyung on the bed, placing his phone on the side table.

"What? How bad is it?" Namjoon rushed out of bed, going to Taehyung to touch him, feeling the heat from his cheek. "Sh*t..do we have medicine?"

"We have Tylenol.." Yoongi goes to get up, but Taehyung doesn't let go of his hand. "Could you go get it along with the thermometer?"

"Of course hyung." Namjoon quickly leaves the room.

"Hyungie.. I'm cold..will you cuddle me...?" Taehyung squeezes Yoongi's hand. "Just a little bit?"

Yoongi lays next to him, unable to turn him down when he looks so helpless. Taehyung's usually bright, playful eyes were dulled, already drooping closed from exhaustion. His skin looked pale except for his cheeks that were flushed with fever, and his brown hair looked black from the sweat that pasted his bangs to his forehead. Yoongi's heart ached in sympathy for the vocalist, gently pushing his bangs behind his ear. "You really aren't doing well, Tete.."

"Hyungie, I..I still wanted water..I dropped it.." Taehyung suddenly remembers why he left the room in the first place when a dry cough rattled his chest.

"I know, baby. It's okay. I'll get Namjoon-ah to get you some." Yoongi answers softly, tensing up when he feels himself sweating from just holding his ailing dongsaeng. I need to cool him down..

"Hyung.." Taehyung whimpers when another wave of dizziness washes over him, leaving him feeling nauseous. He takes a handful of Yoongi's shirt into his fist, clenching it tightly.

"What's wrong, Taehyungie?" Yoongi's heart races with anxiety when the only response he gets his a low groan,unsure on what to do to try to help.

"Yoongi what happened?" Namjoon rushes into the room when he sees Taehyung clinging to Yoongi trembling from the cold chills.

"I don't know.. we need to cool him down.." Yoongi takes the water bottle from Namjoon, placing the bottle on the nape of Taehyung’s neck.

"Please..that's cold.." Taehyung jumps when he feels the cold touch his skin, shivering violently against Yoongi.

"Just endure it for me, okay? Just for a little bit.." Yoongi speaks in a soothing tone. "Just for a few minutes, okay?"

Namjoon gently places the thermometer in Taehyung's ear, eyes widening. "It's almost at 40.. fu*k I should've checked in on him when I came into the room. We could've helped him before it got this bad.."

"We don't have time to worry about the past Joon-ah. We need to focus on taking care of him now." Yoongi takes a few breaths to calm his nerves. I'm the oldest.. I need to stay calm..

Yoongi relaxes a little when Taehyung loosens the grip on his shirt. "Are you feeling a little better Tae? Do you think you can swallow some medicine for me?"

"Not..as..dizzy.. but it hurts.. to move.." Taehyung speaks slowly, trying to gather his thoughts.

"It'll only be a minute. Please, Tae?" Yoongi pleads softly.

Despite trying to hide it, Taehyung could still hear the fear in the deagu rapper's voice. "Okay.. okay.." He slowly sits up with Yoongi's help, moaning softly. His muscles screamed in protest, his body trembling with effort.

Namjoon quickly shakes out two pills, gently parting Taehyung's lips to get them in his mouth. He didn't trust Taehyungs shaky hands not to drop them. "Here Taehyungie, drink some water." He quickly offers the water after pushing them into his cheek.

Taehyung takes a mouthful of water, swallowing down the medicine.

"Good, good.." Namjoon controls how much water Taehyung takes, making him take smaller sips after swallowing the medicine. "Nice and slow. You don't want to make yourself sick.."

Taehyung takes another few drinks before laying down yawning into Yoongi's chest. "I'm so..Sleepy.."

"It's okay to sleep now.. that's all I wanted.." Yoongi draws small circles with his fingers across Taehyung's back. It doesn't take long for the younger to fall asleep again. "He's still shivering. Do you think we should get him to a doctor?"

"Let's wait to see if the medicine helps first. I don't want a repeat of last time if I can help it.." Namjoon's heart races faster at the memory. A sasaeng had seen him entering the hospital a few months ago and pretended to be sick so they could see him. Namjoon woke up to her in his hospital room filming him while he slept the blanket pushed off him and his hospital gown pulled up...

He could still hear her screaming while security took her away. Namjoon jumps when he feels Yoongi touch him, reaching for his hand to pull him out of the memory.

"Hey..it's okay. We'll wait it out a bit, and if it doesn't help, we'll call staff to come with us.. nothing like that will happen to Taehyungie, okay?"Yoongi promises, rubbing his thumb across Namjoon’s knuckles. "Why don't you go get a bowl of water and a cloth. We should try to swipe off the sweat, and it'll help cool him down."

"Alright.." Namjoon leaves the room, letting out a short scream when he sees Jin in the hallway. "Aiish, you scared me, hyung. What are you doing up?"

"I woke up to use the bathroom. Have you seen Yoongi? He wasn't in the room when I got up." Jin says with concern about the wrong member.

"Yoongi is fine. He's with Taehyungie.. it turns out he wasn't just complaining over a hangover.. he's running a high fever.." Namjoon tells the older member. "I'm going to get water so we can give him a sponge bath."

"What? Taehyung is sick?" Jin's shoulder brushes against Namjoon's as he rushes past him, going straight to Taehyung.

"Seokjinnie-hyung?" Yoongi questions in surprise when he sees him entering, but he doesn't reply too focused on the young vocalist, placing his hand at the nape of his neck.

"Mn..." Taehyung let's out a quiet hum, moving away from Jin's 'cold' touch.

"Aiigo, my poor baby.. have you given him anything?" Jin whispers, running his hand through Taehyung's hair. "How high is it?"

"We got him to take some Tylenol a few minutes ago, but if it doesn't work, we need to get him to the hospital.." Yoongi explains in a distressed whisper. "Hyung, could you go with Namjoon? He's still a bit shaken by what happened when he went to the hospital.."

That's why he was easily spooked..

"I'll take care of Joon." Jin leaves to the kitchen where Namjoon was filling a large bowl with water.

"Hey, it's okay. You and Yoongi have things under control, you're doing everything right. Taehyungie will be fine." Jin gently massages Namjoon's shoulders, feeling the tension within them. "Take a deep breath for hyung.."

Namjoon turns off the water, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry. I know this isn't helping.."

"It's okay to be scared Joon-ah. Don't apologize." Jin hugs Namjoon from behind. "You don't need to be sorry for your feelings.."

Namjoon puts his hands on Jin's, feeling his anxiety melting away underneath the olders touch."Thanks, Hyung.. I'm okay now.."

"Good, now let's go back to the room, okay? I'll take this." Jin lets Namjoon go, taking the bowl from the sink and carrying it to the room. Namjoon quickly grabs a wash cloth from the bathroom, following after.

"You okay now, Namjoon?" Yoongi asks softly when he enters.

"Yeah. I'm okay now. Sor.." Namjoon trails off when he recalls Jin's words. "Don't worry. I'm fine."

Jin takes the cloth from Namjoon, dipping it in the water and wringing out the excess water and wiping it down Taehyung's arm.

Taehyung shivers, clinging closer to Yoongi. "It's cold.." He mumbles softly only Yoongi picking up on it.

"It's okay..i got you.." Yoongi strokes his hand through Taehyung's hair. "We're just trying to help. It's okay." He continues to say sweet nothings while Jin continues to gently wash the sweat from his body, letting out a sigh with he notices the shivering stop.

"It's working.." Yoongi whispers with a soft smile. "I don't think we'll need a hospital, Joon. We can handle this together."

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fangirlshrewt97 · 11 months

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D20 - Dungeons and Drag Queens Ep 1 Notes

Hey @lurkerviolin,

My notes ran too long so I thought I’d post it as a text post 😅. I do realize some of these are incoherent, and lacking my usual amount of emojis but I typed it in my laptop instead of phone so...

Also I think i kept switching up all their pronouns cause I wasn’t sure which was the right one? 😅😅

Anyways here we go:

This theme song is already so chaotic lol

God still so strange to see Brennan all made up, but he looks great

It's so nice to see how the Queens are all so engaged. Brennan is radiating such incredible Storyteller energy right now, it's amazing.

Lololol oh no Monet! "We have someone who works in identity theft" lol

Jujubee is so entranced as Brennan is describing Everdeep. Mood.

Oh my gosh the Queens are so funny. The riffing about the gem's origins.

EQUAL OPPORTUNITY FOR WITCHES!

Hmm yeah she did talk to her own mother like that ...

The way it was written by Tuna Turner! I don't know how much the Dropout people asked the Queens to lean on puns but they are doing amazing. Bob especially is SO into it.

The growl from Alaska lol

Hmm, has Bob played before? They seem more accustomed to the game play.

Ok yeah I think Bob might be my favorite so far

Jujubee is a close second, they are so enthusiastic but so lost. It's endearing. "We went to Cher's last first concert to gether." lolol

Cause they're an inch from 5' feet lolololol oh my gooood.

These interjections are such a gift. They just make the story so much funnier

Lieutenant Alvin the chipmunk lol cute!!

Jujubee forcing Brennan to narrate as Alvin was such a Mood. Yes, make him work!

Zaria Hex: Beware her death drop *I snorted, oh my god, ingenious*

SHE ATE THE SEED LOLOLOLOL

"9.30" "Yeah, it's late for you Grandma" lol

Alaska's growling accent is an excellent character choice

Bob entering the bar and immediately describing what they are seeing, are we sure they are completely new to this?

Oh my god I love Kashra, look at that build!

Daggy is also really handsomely designed.

Makes sense for the two fighters to be able to down the drink no problem.

Aww two nat ones

"If your perception's a one, that means you are delusional" lol

Oh my god Jujubee is too cute, with how often they get confused.

A racotour is when you contour with a rat LOLOLOL

"Oh, he's a pimp"

This is a greatseason for newcomers to DnD. Brennan is such a good teacher

Bump is kinky! LOL

Gertrude is so clever. I love how quickly Bob and Monet understood the concept of the game.

A 24?! She is going to pulvarize him!

Lololol, just so you know when you turn 36 yourknees know when it's going to rain.

Idk who Michelle visage it, but I like how Jujubee says Brennan. Yeah he may be the DM guiding them in the adventure, but to them, he's also like a younger kid/brother-type.

I remember Raphaniel casting Detect thoughts in Ep 1 of the ravening war and just getting blasted with horny thoughts lol

"Twyla! Don't look around! Don't freak out!

Oooh Wallace... I like that idea, yeah his clasp is a different colour cause he's an undead pretending not to be. Solid guess.

Oh damn they went from initiative to beast assault. Zero to 60 indeed.

A Cat Tree??? So out of left field. God, you got to love first time players just doing the wildest moves.

Amazing Grapple. Like a To-Go container.

It's probbaly Swallace, drop the 'S', no one will know . LOLOL

This Mark Ronson gag is also so funny.

Cousin KK, incredible.

Ooh, Brennan is so good about tying far flung stories together.

Aww Jujubee really liking Brennan'sflowery descriptions! Cute.

I really like how Brenan incorporates all their random additions into his narrative. As a DM, really letting the players's additions become part of his world. It's very kind.

Lol, the caption for the guardian being "Stoned for days, Darling". All these taglines are so clever!

Oh my god, the camera jumping back and forth between Monet and Jujubee instead of Brennan as he is trying to do a play. Far more entertaining, good call Director/editor

Alaska's voice for Princess is so fitting and so funny.

"Just straight up the same one?" Judgey much, stone guy?

Brennan is so good with descriptions of what is happening.

OOOOH They look so into it in the next episode. This looks like a cool side quest, can't see what comes next.

#d20 #dungeons and drag queens #my reaction notes #brennan lee mulligan #dimension 20

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unma · 1 month

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So, wanna hear about that Zwei Gregor solo I talked about? Well, too bad, because I only have a couple of screenshots because I was too busy having fun.

However. Guess what Floor 4 boss I rolled. Just guess. Guess.

That's right. Raging Bull. Raging Bull. On the 000 Id that sucks ass at clashing with ego-tier skills.

If this was Dieci Hong Lu I would probably have been fine, but this was a Zwei Gregor with his only non-base EGO being Lantern. And corrosion was not a viable play because the corrosion skill is positive too.

Oh, but guess what. Zwei Gregor sucks at clashing against this abnormality, and it has skills that drain SP, so corrosion is forced anyway.

(I did not in fact return to the boss within the hour)

Anyway, 2 days later I come back and remember that Zwei Gregor is a tank. I mean, I knew that, but I wasn't truly playing like one. I had Grey Coat, the Blood Pack, Lantern and Lantern Don on the bench. I could out-heal any damage in the early battle and out-shield any damage later on.

This battle was how I learnt that burn eats through shield before it hits hp. Meaning. With enough shield. I was immune to burn.

believe it or not, an ideal start to this fight was having a wall of S1s, at least for the first 2 turns. Even with this stalling method, I still barely did enough damage to fight back, and eventually I would corrode and lose clashes with Lantern.

But do you know what really screwed me over here? You want to know?

Burn, mainly, but it was only made worse by Talisman Sinclair. Let me explain: Lantern is gluttony. By the time I corrode, I have 5+ skill slots. Most of the time only 1 slot is filled by panic. Which leads to 4 glut resonance. Which leads to 8 talisman. Which leads to 8 rupture whenever I get hit. Which leads to dying as quickly as possible because the rupture damage brings me into range of burn killing me. So I essentially had to get lucky during my first corrosion.

Anyway after half an hour I staggered the bull for the first time. Unfortunately, I also got staggered.

This is fine, actually. Ignore the burn. It's a non-issue.

Now, here's the battle 13 minutes later.

yes. That is max burn on Gregor. You are seeing that correctly.

Anyway, with all my stalling, the bull kept getting attack power down whenever it went through its whole loop. Which meant, eventually, I get to clash properly.

And after 25 turns, the bull is finally dead. 25 turns. Several hours over 2 days.

The only thing that compares to this is having to solo bugged Centipede with Dieci Hong Lu.

Anyway, here's a highlight of the last bits of the run

Gregor drops to 2hp. Which he does. Every focused encounter. Without fail. And then he heals to full from one Lantern cast. Which is beautiful, lol. I don't even have coin.

Then I get Sunshower, which is even more useful here because Gregor can actually activate it without EGO (his S1 is so good, man)

And then the final boss. Who would it be? MFE? Fae Lantern? I was praying for anything but the latter (it basically fucks over any solo run where you don't have access to bleed), and answer my prayers Limbus did.

Clam was probably the easiest thing ever, given that poison also ate shield before hp, meaning that playing proper I was practically immune.

This battle was fun (asides from the fact that even at max sp I was having issues with clashing sometimes. 5% my ass.), and ten minutes later Clam was dead with no issues.

Anyway, here's the details from the run.

MVP bench id is Lantern Don. Also Talisman Sinclair was always funny outside of Bull. Ooh, more damage. Who cares if I get hit when I generate 100+ shield every turn?

Anyway Zwei Gregor is fun and he gets to be the second id I've soloed MD3H with. I was going to do Lantern don instead, but I had no non-base ego on her so I decided that wasn't a good idea.

Though, with her electric screaming ego from the battle pass, I'll probably do one this week.

#limbus company #zwei gregor #mirror dungeon soloes #if y'all wanna hear about the Dieci Hong Lu incident I'll let you know #it was funny in retrospect but I have never hated rng more #long post

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honyakuninakunaru · 2 years

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So That We May Not Forget This View // Mithra SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

(Akira's room)

Akira: ("Wow, it's incredible how many scenes there are in this 'Vestiges Records' thing...")

I was flipping through the book's pages and recalling events from the past, when a familiar voice called out to me.

Mithra: "What's with you, staring off like that?"

Akira: "Ack! M-Mithra?!"

Mithra stepped out of the Door of Space and languidly strode into my room.

Mithra: "I mean, not that I care. Just give me your hand, come on."

Visibly irritated, he promptly snatched away the diary from my hands.

Mithra: "What even is this thing?"

Akira: "It's a book called the 'Vestiges Records'. I found it in Murr's storage room. He said he wasn’t going to use it anymore, so he gave it to me. When you cast some magic on it, your current location's scenery gets illustrated on the pages. I wanted to leave something as well, which is why I've been going here and there with everyone lately..."

Mithra: "I see."

Akira: "You and I have been to quite the places too, haven't we? For example, 'The Black Cat With The Purple Hat's Mansion Upon An Orange Night'..."

Mithra: "We have been there?"

Akira: ("...Has he really forgotten...? Though if I'm being honest, sometimes he seems to have forgotten about his promise to Miss Chiletta as well...")

Mithra: "If you do well, I might consider it."

Akira: "Consider... what?"

Mithra: "Come on, pronto."

Being coerced in such a way, I promptly clasped the hand that was extended to me.

CHAPTER 2

(Hallway)

Akira: "(I somehow managed to put Mithra to sleep this time, but my powers are still a bit unstable...) ... If I can just get the knack of it, I'll be able to help Mithra every time, but..."

Mithra: "Help me with what?"

Akira: "Eek! M-Mithra! You and your sudden appearances..."

Mithra: "Yes, yes, anyways, I've got something to ask you."

Akira: "Ah, do you perhaps want to hold ha—"

Mithra: <Arthim>

Akira: "Wha—!"

Taking advantage of my bewilderment, Mithra grabbed me by the nape of the neck as if I were a kitten.

Akira: "H-Hey!”

Mithra: "Come on, let's go."

Akira: "G-Go where?!"

———

(Black Cat Mansion)

Coming out of the Door Of Space, we were greeted by a sky adorned with drifting grey clouds and a worn-down, yet exquisite Western-style mansion.

Akira: "This is... The "Black Cat's Mansion' you brought us to once, isn't it!"

There used to be a rumour that if you performed a particular ceremony here, you would get the 'Miracle Candy Apple'. It was said that no matter how strong a magic power one might possess, once they took a bite, they'd be forced to sleep forevermore.

Mithra: "....."

Akira: "(Why is he staring at me like that...? Ah, does he...) Mithra, do you perhaps want... the 'Miracle Candy Apple'? I mean, it is troublesome having to look for me every time you want to sleep... And if you ate that..."

Mithra: "It is indeed tremendously troublesome having to constantly run after you."

Akira: "I'm sorry..."

Mithra: "However, that's not what we've come for this time. Besides, that apple cannot put me to sleep, as 'miraculous' as it may be."

Akira: "Then what are we doing here? (Does he want the apple for some other reason...?) But, don't we have to perform that complicated ceremony to be granted permission to enter the mansion?"

Mithra: "Do we?"

Akira: ("Did he forget that too?!")

Mithra: "Don't worry, I've got it."

Akira: "Phew! I knew I could count—"

Mithra: <Arthim>

(Cracking)

Akira: "D-Did you just blow up the door?!"

Mithra: "I did. It is the quickest, most efficient way to get in. Now, let's go."

Akira: "M-Mithra, wait!"

CHAPTER 3

(Mansion Hall)

As I ran to catch up with Mithra, I couldn't help but notice how the mansion's entrance hall was still as austerely beautiful as when we had visited the first time. And just like last time, a large cauldron full of water and apples was enshrined in its centre.

Akira: ("Ooh, right, Heath and Arthur had to bob apples as part of the ceremony... Hm?")

Mithra: "....."

Akira: "(He's looking at me again... Does he want to...?) What do you say we bob apples together, Mithra?"

Mithra: "Huh? Why would I want to do something like that?”

Akira: "Well, don't you want to go further in? ...Ah, but we aren't blonde or silver-haired youths, are we..."

I cast a glance at the hall's gates. Just then, seeming to have thought of something, Mithra headed towards them.

Mithra: "Oh, that's what you meant. <Arthim>"

(Rumble)

Akira: "N-Not again!"

Mithra: "Yes, again. Let's go."

———

(Mansion Ballroom)

On the other side of the gates was a gaudy ballroom with a stunning ceiling, lit like the night sky. And in the centre...

Black Cat: "Meow."

As soon as the cat saw us, it came running to cuddle at our feet. It almost seems as if it's been impatiently awaiting our arrival...

Mithra: "... This creature feels familiar. I think we met it last time too."

Giving it a little thought, Mithra bent down as if peeking from under something and extended his hand.

Mithra: "Will you grant me this dance?"

At those words, the cat happily leapt into Mithra's arms.

Mithra: "... This feels familiar indeed."

Akira: "Yep, last time you invited it for a dance just like this. Although the circumstances were a little bit different back then..."

Mithra: "Is that so."

Akira: "But since we didn't perform all the necessary steps for the ceremony, we might not get the apple...”

Mithra: "Oh, did you perhaps want it?"

Akira: "N-No, not really... I thought... You wanted it?"

Mithra: "I already told you it's useless to me, didn't I? I brought you here because you said you wanted to fill in that record thing of yours."

Akira: "I-Is this really why we're here?!"

Mithra: "I thought it was obvious. No wonder you haven't brought it out yet."

Akira: "(I-Is that why he was staring at me all this time?! Don't tell me he was expecting me to pull it out...) I'm so sorry, Mithra, it really didn't occur to me... I don't have the ‘Vestige's Records’ with me..."

Mithra: "...Goodness gracious."

Akira: "But, I'm glad we came here! I truly appreciate it. Though it is unfortunate that we couldn't leave this in the records, I'll never forget our second coming here."

Mithra: "....."

Akira: "A-And I hope you'll remember it too! That way, we both..."

Mithra: "That is impossible, I'm afraid. I will surely forget one day. I'll forget you, and this day too."

Although true, the indifference in his tone and words made my heart ache just a little.

Mithra: "...Whether I forget or remember is all up to you, you know."

A small smile adorned his face as he said that. Mithra then extended his hand to me.

Mithra: "Here."

Akira: "T-The records! Where did you-?"

Mithra: "You're quite forgetful, aren't you? I'm a wizard. This is the least I can do."

Black Cat: "...Mreow?"

Akira: "...Ahaha, you're right. I suppose I did forget."

Mithra: "Come on, use it already. What happened to not wanting me to forget any of this?"

Akira: "...Yep, I'll leave the memory of today here, on this page! Will you come to look back on it with me sometime, Mithra?"

Guide To Surviving In The North // Card Training Episode

(Manor Lounge)

Akira: “Our last trip was really fun! Thank you for taking me, Mithra.”

Mithra: “It's nothing.”

Akira: “There must be plenty of stories like the one of the Black Cat’s Mansion in this world. Do you have a favourite such story or legend?”

Mithra: “But of course I do. My favourite is the legend about me.”

Akira: “Ooh, do you have legends like Oz’s?”

Mithra: “How distasteful can you get. Mine’s so much better than his.”

Akira: “S-Sorry... So, what does it tell?”

Mithra: “ ‘Shall you stumble across Mithra of the North, smile as you turn on your heel and run as fast as thy legs can carry you.' "

Akira: "...Aha..."

Mithra: "It's quite well-known in the North. Don't tell me you've never heard of it."

Akira: "Umm, I think Bradley told me about it some time ago... But since it's something only within the territory of the North, I thought..."

Mithra: "Still, you have heard of it. After all, my name is associated with teaching people how things stand in the North. Thus, you ought to watch out as well, lest I wipe you out by chance."

Akira: "Y-Yep, I will... (If Mithra himself is warning me, then...)"

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Thank you so much @_Zeotrope_ for providing raws yet again!

#translation #mithra #mahoyaku

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hyperfixation-tangentopia · 11 months

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We're doing more incorrect quotes, with bits and pieces of the other cast, because I feel like Chikao and Tongbi tonight and said so.

Tongbi: Why does Nezha always do the laundry so loudly?

Chikao: So everyone knows that no one helps them out in the house.

Nezha: walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone

Nezha, in the distance: slams the washing machine shut

Tongbi: Hey, Nezha, how was your day?

Nezha: picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Tongbi Hell.

Nezha: Where’s Chikao?

Chikao, watching this unfold: whispers Who hurt you?

Tongbi: Around.

Nezha: Around?

Nezha: You don’t have any idea, do you?

DBK: I haven't seen Chikao and Tongbi for fifteen minutes now.

Chikao, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Chikao and Tongbi running after it in a panic. DBK doesn't look outside at all.

Chikao: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?

DBK: That probably means they're getting into trouble.

DBK: Bees?

Chikao: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES!

DBK: Wait-

DBK: Something tells me Chikao's going to be a bit more unhinged today…

Tongbi approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly

Tongbi: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight?

Chikao, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Tongbi isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

Wukong: raises hand

Chikao: puts their hand down

Chikao: Do you guys want to see a butterfly?

Tongbi: Ooh, yes please!

Wukong, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug!

Chikao: It's not a bug though…

Wukong: …

Tongbi: …

Wukong: Well I still don't want to see.

Tongbi, realizing: Please don't throw-

Chikao, in Macaque’s window: I thought I’d find you here!

Chikao: Whee! throws a stick of butter

Macaque: Hey, did you know as a kid I accidentally ate paper?

Tongbi, climbing past Chikao: WE COULD HAVE USED THE DOOR-

Tongbi: I feel like we've all done that at least once.

Chikao: I ate it too-

Tongbi: See?

Chikao:: -On purpose…

Chikao: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to DBK and Wukong's convo?

Macaque & Tongbi: …What?

Azure: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.

Tongbi: I'm in the washing machine.

Macaque: I'm in the closet.

Azure: We accept you Macaque. <3

Macaque: No I'm literally in the closet.

Macaque: Rules were made to be broken.

Azure: Love is love. <3

Tongbi: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Wukong: Uh, piñatas.

Azure: Glow sticks.

DBK: Karate boards.

Chikao: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Macaque: Rules.

Azure, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Tongbi:

Tongbi: Hey.

Chikao: Hi.

Macaque: Hello.

DBK: Hey!

Azure: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker

Wukong: We were out of Doritos.

DBK: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Azure: …I did. I broke it.

DBK: No. No you didn't. Chikao?

Chikao: Don't look at me. Look at Tongbi.

Tongbi: What?! I didn't break it.

Chikao: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Tongbi: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Chikao: Suspicious.

Tongbi: No, it's not!

Macaque: If it matters, probably not, but Wukong was the last one to use it.

Wukong: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Macaque: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Wukong: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Macaque!

Azure: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, DBK.

DBK: No! Who broke it!?

Macaque: DBK… Chikao's been awfully quiet.

Chikao: rEALLY?!

Everyone starts arguing

DBK, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

DBK: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

DBK:

DBK: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

#I don't think Nezha and Chikao get along that much tbh #I think Nezha is tired of constantly being sent down to fix something Chikao broke #and Tongbi is just like 'hey Nezha'#and Nezha's like 'what happened this time'#and Tongbi goes 'oh she accidentally set off an ancient trap that caused a sinkhole'#and Nezha is just tired and goes 'wonderful'#also when I say Tongbi helps Chikao sometimes #that bees thing is what I mean #btw Chikao 100% casually snacks on paper #and most people are just so used to it that it's only when Tongbi asks if he can have some paper do they realize #'Wait'#'You've been eating PAPER these last 5 years??'#the spaghetti when you have a small pot thing JUST made sense to me #what #why am I like this #alright I'm done for the moment #maybe for the night #idk #it's almost 6 does it even count as the night anymore #lmk oc #incorrect quotes

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shadeedee · 1 year

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Funny House of Mouse fic involving Jafar..

Mickey Mouse was in the middle of speaking on the stage to the audience when a pungent smell filled the air. Everyone gasped and covered their noses. “Oh good lord! That’s disgusting!” Daisy Duck cried. The entire club smelled terrible. Everyone was disgusted and furious, but Jafar was laughing evilly. Aladdin glared at him. “Oh my god! It’s Jafar! He did it!” he cried. Jafar cackled with glee. “Hmm, must have been something i ate,” he said. Jasmine felt sick. “Jafar! That’s disgusting! How could you!?” she cried. Even Pumbaa was disgusted. “That’s worse than my gas!” he said. Jafar’s stomach gurgled. “Ooh. Goodness me. I must use the restroom,” he said, and he flounced his cape behind him as he walked away. “Jafar’s gone too far this time,” Aladdin said. Everyone agreed that something had to be done about the evil sorcerer. When Jafar emerged from the bathroom, he found all the Disney cast standing there, glaring at him. “Jafar, we’ve had enough of you. It’s time for you to leave!” Mickey said. Jafar pretended to be devastated. “Who? Poor little old me? Oh Mickey. Why? Why me? Why must everything happen to me?” he said, getting on his knees and pretending to cry. Mickey looked at him, puzzled. Jafar crawled up to him. “Please don’t banish me. I beg you. I’ll give you some cheese! Mice love cheese! Nice tasty cheese!” he said, then he let out another huge fart. Everyone gasped. Jafar smiled, evilly. “Seems i just cut some cheese,” he said, laughing.

#jafar aladdin #house of mouse #disney

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shunshuntaiga · 1 year

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heeeey, dear! 🥂💖 happy new year to you!!

idk if tumblr ate my other messages or you just didn't get a chance to answer them, but... just wanted to drop by and tell you how much i adored your soulmates au spadeliano fic. it was fucking incredible!!! just so... asdffhjllkkhdsgkj!! i have no words!! soulmate aus are hard af to write, but hooooly hell, you did yours justice. <3 i just keep reading and re reading it, i'm on love with your writing and your characterisation. you're a great writer :33

as for hanahaki... yeah, so much room to play around with it. and our two idiots would be perfect for the angst *fingers start itching as new story ideas form inside my mind*.. and you are SO right about the flower symbolism too!!

spadeliano a/b/o... now THAT'S a thought 👀 and casting aurelia as the omega? brilliant!! you just Know his dad started shoving inhibitors down his throath as soon as aureliano presented as an omega (btw i see livia as totally an alpha, which of course causes soo many conflicting feelings for aureliano). and just Imagine the absolute shitshow of a reaction the anacleti clan would have if spadi accidentally knocked up aure. just... aghhh!! someone needs to write this asap. :')

but i present you with ywt another angsty au to start 2023 with: time loop fix it au!! like... spadino is the one who keeps re-living aureliano's death. maybe the loop starts the day he can't kill manfredi and ends with spadi cradling aure's dead body on the boat. and spadino keeps trying to change things, but aureliano keeps dying. and if he doesn't die, someone else does, like angelica or nadia. whatever he does, the loop keeps resetting. and maybe the more spadi and aure sit down and talk shit out, the more self aware aureliano becomes. and idk.. yada yada, etcetera, insert plot here, BAM!! happy ending (:

aaaaanyway....so sorry to intrude like this yet again in your asks dear. i hope 2023 is kind to you <33 i hope that even if dark times come, you'll ne able to find a guiding light to get you through them. :**

Happy new year, darling anon! 🥂🍾

I think tumblr ate your messages, because I definitely haven't received any, which is unfortunate because I would have loved to read them :(

And afdhdjdkk I'm glad you enjoyed it because honestly I wasn't sure about it when I finally posted it, so thank you!

And omg yes, Livia is ABSOLUTELY an alpha in this case. I think he may be one of those, who comes from a family line of alphas, you know? Where it's a pride point of the family that Adami blood breeds strong alphas, but Aurelia is an anomaly. It would tie in so well with his family dynamic from the show.

I feel like the classic (if cheesy) story would be that Aurelia has abused inhibitors and lied about his status so as not to "tarnish the family name" or so that his men would respect him, so he doesn't feel the signs of his heat coming on when he meets Spadino. Or maybe the signs start showing when he realizes he's falling for him??? Which could be really fun.

And of course in this scenario Aure and Spadì's daughter is Rubina✨️❤️

OH. MY. GOD.

Time loop. The ANGST. OH god you're so right anon, gosh just the pain that Spadì would have to go through everytime he fails... holding Aurelia as he dies over and over again, wondering if he'll ever break out of this cycle, and thinking that it's somehow punishment for everything he's done.

And AURE.

Every loop he sees Spadino breaking down more and more, until he's basically just a shell of himself...!!! Retaining just enough memory that eventually they can work it out, and break free of it.

I'm imagining a scene after Aurelia FINALLY listens to him and they're sitting at the hotel eating pasta (obligatory pasta scene) and trying to figure out where they fucked up to fix it. Ooh the pain of Aurelia understanding the situation but still dying thoooooough. Aaaaaaaaaaaa!

And telling Spadì not to worry, maybe they did it this time, maybe it was going to be fixed. But Spadì is almost praying that it's not, because he can't imagine any timeline where Aurelia isn't by his side!!

Anon you are truly genius.

#suburra #we should be friends anon lol #because this is such good food you are feeding me

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obsidiancreates · 2 years

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Race with the Demon thoughts/reactions

I heard Donnie gets possessed in this one so I'm both excited and scared. Gonna be weird to see him all fucked up looking instead of Bean, Sweet Boy

Ugh more Casey and Donnie fighting- yeah April, I'm with you. It's irritating. Just be friends already, dudes.

Oh look it's Knockout rom Transformers Prime, but purple.

CASEY DO NOT ROADRAGE AT THIS GUY

Donnie's voice usually works as a teen but boy do his screams really sound like he's. You know. Voiced by a 50 year old man. No offense to Rob, he's one of my favorite VAs, I think it's funny.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS CROGNAR SEGMENT THAT-THAT DIDN'T LOOK LIKE WRESTLING

So... no-one's reporting on New York being overrun by aliens and people being mutated? That's just, not notable, in this world? Okay. Okay, got it. Maybe they drove out to the midwest or something.

Casey sweetie, I know I said I support your violence but this time... not as much.

DONNIE EW DON'T SMIRK AT CASEY AND ASK APRIL RO MASSAGE YOUR NECK LOWER GROSS GROSS BAD DONNIE I'VE GOT THE FLYSWATTER AND IT'S ABOUT TO MEET YOUR NON-EXISTANT NOSE THING GROSS GROSS GROSS STOP SIGHING EW

Oooooh this is the Alphabet Insult thing. Oh, this is very flirtatious. That was very gay of them.

Ooop, there goes Casey. Bye, sweetie. Bad plan to fight the road creep in a car with NO TOP OR SIDE PROTECTIONS, BUT SURE THIS IS A GREAT PLAN

Oh.

Fuck.

This is what the Speed Demon mutant looks like? And... it's gonna nab Donnie?

... Bluch... I'm gonna be sicker than I already am... that's going to be as yucky to see as the April Mom Thing

CASEY BABY YOUR HANDS, CHILL

CHALLENGED YOU?!?!?!?!?! CASEY FOR FUCK'S SAKE

Ah Mom Donnie appears again to snatch Baby Mikey's hand away from the stange goos.

Casey, your Hero Complex is showing.

... How long was hat chicken in there?!

AWWWW CASEY IS APOLOGIZING TO DONNIE YES BE FRIENDS BE FRIENDS BE FRIENDS BE FRIENDS HE COMPLIMENTED DONNIE TOO FRIENDSHIPPPPPPPPPP

YESSSSSSSSSS TAKE APART THAT KRAANG SHIP TOGETHER AND BE ENGINEERING BUDDIES YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS MY FAVORITE BOYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS THEY'RE FRIENDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Hello Chicke- Ooh. This is why we don't leave Mutagen lying around, Donnie.

Yes another of Mikey's pets have been mutated... HEY HEY DONNIE WHAT DO YOU MEAN MIKEY?!?!?!?!?! YOU LEFT THE MUTAGEN OUT!!!!!!

Awwwww Mikey, you're so cute.

This is a weird solution to AI but... oh well.

Turtle Racer is... maybe a lame name, Donnie.

One of the safest cars on the- Donnie. IT'S NOT EVEN FULLY ENCLOSED

YOU HIT A BUMP TOO FAST AND YOU FLY OUT OF IT AND SPLAT

Highly volatile radioactive mutagen egg???????? We're only halfway through the fucking episode, dudes...

Perfectly safe, sorta. Your mad scientist is showing, Donnie.

This chicken is a wild thing they added. I. Why?

Is... Speed demon voiced by Tom Kenny? *googles* ... STEVE BLUM?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I could not have been further off... OH I CAGHT SIGHT OF THE POSSESSED DONNIE OOKING UP THE PEPISODE CAST EW EW EW EW WHY'S HE LUMPY WHY'S HE LUMPY NO NO NO NO

Oh god and it's approaching so rapidly, making me look at that... DONNIE DON'T HOP ONT THE TOP OF THE SPEEDING VEHICLE SWEETIE WERE YOU DRINKING DUMBASS JUICE THIS MORNING?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Oh shit. The CAR

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY DO THE HORROR BITCHES KEEP DOING THIS TO DONNIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AND OH FUCK IT FUCKING ATE HIM OH GOD WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO HIM

FUCK WHAT DID IT DO TO MY BOY OH GROSS GROSS GROSS

I DO NOT LIKE IT I DO NOT LIKE IT I DO NOT LIKE IT I DO NOT LIKE IT I DO NOT LIKE IT I DO NOT LIKE IT I DO NOT LIKE IT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Casey WHAT the HELL happened to you there "You stupid ugly pickle-headed oin gnn noi-"

"It's got Donnie" THAT'S A BIT OF AN UNDERSTATEMENT CASEY

YAY HE'S WORRIED ABOUT DONNIE

Oh god Speed Demon Donnie looks like a Plants vs Zombies thing mixed with like... Earthworm Jim...

TAKE US BOTH DOWN?!?!?!?!?!?!?! CASEY WHAT THE FUCK

Oh god I can't it's so awful to look at.

CASEY DON'T- CASEY YOU FUCKING IDIOT

I wish the other turtles were seeing/hearing more of this because I want them to be like "Well fuck who knew his voice was so malleable, we should get him to read us stuff."

THEY USED THE MUTAGEN EGGS AS NITRO?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Casey all that did was hurt Donnie. Not the car.

HE JUST WANTS HIS FRIEND BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK CASEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

OH FUCK HE TORE DONNIE RIGHT OUT OF THAT BITCH EWWWWW BONE CRACKING SOUNDS WELL AT LEAST DONNIE IS SAVED

DONNIE YOU DON'T HAVE IT IT FUCKING ATE YOU LAST TIME AND YOU USE A WOODEN STICK

OH SHIT THEY FUCKING RAMMED IT OFF THE CLIFFSIDE

Okay well that last scream of promised revenge was All Starscream XD

So Donnie is like. ... Fine?

AWWWWWWWWWWW THEY'RE FRIENDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS THEY'RE FRIENDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS PRILA ND RAPH CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP CASEY AND DONNIE ARE FRIENDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #sid blogs live

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psych---ologically-deranged · 3 months

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Psychfacts & commentary 1x01

The "they spelled it wrong on mine" bloodthirsty tattoo was bc the makeup department accidentally spelled the car-breaker one's tattoo bloodthristy, which is where shawn's "they spelled it wrong on mine" line came from.

"sweet" was an improv.

"But everything funny you hear is what I wrote" (they don't have captions so I can't hear as well & the voices all sound kind of swimmy sometimes, esp with other noises or through a screen, yay deaf+adhd, so I can't tell who is talking.)

Improvises just to entertain the ppl behind the camera XD

Ooh the interview was the audition scene for omundson (& the director said "nah" to half the stuff he liked abt it XD)

Steve franks: writer, director, producer, creator, music, main cast member, yes he plays both lassie & lucinda

I agree, hearing the background. Chris says "psych" too, love that.

That stubble is... James Roday Rodriguez was very intent on having stubble, the network was very intent on Not. & won that battle!

"He has this thing where he gets the makeup lady to stand on set in view of everybody & pretend to shave him, so it's kind of like air shaving" (it's just like wrestling & you realize the razor is 6-8" away from his face)

Sage Brock is great & he was supposed to only be here for this ep or this scene, but when he raised his hand, they said that's the guy & kept him on

Dang it was 3c here!? That's cold!

One of the prisoners should also raise his hand XD

the foot wiggle, which JRr came up with that day! Huh! He came up w a physical thing for every psychic thing!

Oh yeah, look look look, editing is an art!

may 3 the wedding is dule hill's bday XD

MY MAN RAISED HIS HAND FOR 4 MINUTES?

That's acting! Soft cuddly person playing an angry dude? Love it

magic finger was an improv XD. I love how all the good stuff was written, but then the stuff in between is there too.

Pouring rain? If you listen very closely you can hear the rain on the tarp.

Nobody ever mentions she is pregnant & they actually added a line (bc she was pregnant during the audition tape) but then they cut it out because ss "you're.........." kv 'In charge.' was honestly less funny than just not acknowledging it & I think it's great too, people get preggo somtimes. Script was made, & they just decided, they don't need to acknowledge the pregnancy.

"Her improv was being pregnant"

The windowsill?

He decided to eat XD "nobody was bothered by it but me!"

He ate but they just cut around it

Gus just has his bible on the jurassic temperature windowsill XD, occasionally look over & read a psalm.

"But you're not getting your coat." (improv)

The circle XD. Always ended up adding something fantastic

Forensics guys. Gus? Why do you like that? (Lenny face)

They shoot 40% of their beach stuff in whiterock BC.

This whole oceanfront drive, nice, but why so many fish/chip places.

Wow you can see their breath!

Watch the palm trees, you'll see them everywhere bc they are not real. Only had six.

I like how most of the characters share a name with people irl. Lassiter is from a friend of Franks'.

Heck yeah! Stage Swing sets!

He can Never be caught as a psychic. The only way they'll know is if I tell them.

When he pulls him aside, that wasn't written but it was exactly what they needed & saw in their visions. This is a good pilot.

Canada <3

Oh the mccallum girl was trying to be Lucinda but they liked her so they made her katarina too! Steve franks: bring her back bring her back, put her in another episode, she's great we like her (but by the end of it shawn sends her dad to prison) "couples have tough times, we can make this work, your dad WAS guilty it's ok!"

"At a halloween party dressed as a cat"

Whoever drew that sketch <3

This scene was in the pitch

My man is six foot eight! The tallest person I've ever met was a 6'7" woman (altho she did have a tie with another guy I ignore that fact). Teeny drama room, in a couch 4 feet away & this guy is on his feet acting out his mind, what he thought through.

Twin peaks fans <3

Dulé in b/w takes *running to the coats off frame*

The seatbelt was good, they made it WORK.

The sound design <3 <3 <3 as a deaf musician... yeah

"like shawn is in there baking a cake or someting, & he's just making coffee. Though making a cake is smth he;d be doing"

Oof filming at 2 in the morning on thanksgiving.

Blocking <3

Why would shawn be there in the middle of the night? He apparently hooked up with Kat mccallum, spent time in her room, & then went to gus at 4am.

...??? They chose their actors from the pot they received, & then... got JRr & DH together at JRr's house the weekend before filming???

WHERE'S THE PINEAPPLE

Dule, hands on the dashboard while the cop is there in the car wasn't script, "that's just what you do"

Henry doing his thing, henry style. He was laughing at the end but they were able to cut it!

Lunson lake?

Matt <3

the fog XD

sports illustrated binoculars

"Just Auburn?"

Yes you so need to punctuate scenes!

I like how they have sunglasses.

Named after my sister in law & brother in law <3

The same palm tree

Billy Camp! Hay fever! Line cook! Workin the grill! Hold the chicken higher! Higher!

(practicing the surprised face)

There is a 2h version of the pilot? Gimme!

Doolittle?

Swat team on the funny little comedy

"Oh they weren't real?"

"the dog did kind of look vicious cause it kept going for james' face"

'idk who is in charge of dog face blood. Makeup?' (it was like he dipped his head in a bucket of blood)

Dog runs right into the crime scene

Suddenly shock all the children watching

Pardon me. Ladies. Gentlemen. *runs out screaming*

JRr puts his head down. *an eighth of a second later everyone was laughing*

His screams woul turn into michael jackson songs XD

"this police station is in what like to call the Haunted Insane Asylum" Actually a lot of prison scenes are filmed in dementia wards & mental hospitals bc they have similar layout, even occasionally in schools. Institutional buildings, yk? (it is what inspired scary sherry)

Annie built her own ouija board & they went to the basement in the underbelly & no lihts in the wing?

heck yeah pansies

strawberry festival? No cinnamon! They have arguments that last 20 years!

I do give up, all the time, but only when the moment is right

Aw, I love family. He doesn't believe in santa...??? & tell children that???? whwat???? I mean I grew up without santa. The way the commenters say "He doesn't believe in lying, & since he doesn't believe in santa claus (i don't know why) he says that" & they treat him like he's crazy for not believing in santa.

The head turn XD

Fake sky & a fake palm tree & a fake roof, but a real motorcycle. (I can't believe I watched so much of the show without knowing shawn had a motorbike. It was more important in the first season)

Can't front in front of your father

Ok so in s8 he says he paid insurance when he bought his bike eight years ago, but we all thought he had his bike forever, like in the psych teen shorts where he fails the exam & says he'll just drive a motorcycle (you still need to be licensed, in fact, a different licence) but it is a different bike, or at least that is how it looks.

The "I'm not ounting the one in your pocket" was added on set bc henry put on a hat when he left the house & is not wearing it in the restaurant. Yes, all the bloggers WOULD be mad. I'm blogging right now! "It's for the bloggers!" You're so right besties.

The hat scene was not supposed to be seen ,it was just backstory, but they added it to the script & I am happy for that.

Yes, everyone DID love the flashback, it IS fortunate! Thank you!

I can't hear what they are saying! Weasle Sloan & Jackie Dungeoness?

Shawn's apartment is directly below the barbeque place (at least the set)

You brought your newbrn 9w old, to vancouver! Your kid has canadian citizenship? Good for you bro XD

Oh all that graffitti? Yeah that's vancouver.

Yeah it IS so cold.

Kelly Catering, warm turkey cranberry stuffing sandwiches in the freezing cold. Warm thanksgiving dinner on wheat bread.

This is the action aspect of our show *shawn running ditzily, stealing a bag*

(one whose name I forget bc they don't have it in captions): Dule really really attacked james, absolutely linebackered him. Is linebackered a word?

Just... sixty feet away

This man plays The Heavy in Canada???

How psychouts started: they get stuck in the car together, they always just start singing songs, but um. They would sing about what they did the night before to a michael jackson song. Right they would be in the car with their mics on & we'd be fifty yards away under a tarp in the rain & they probably forgot that we could hear them & they'd start chatting & they'd start harmonizing with each other. It's very sweet. Romantic.

XD wanted to buy a 48c jacket but his price threshhold was too low. My man threatened him with a hanger

Jumps into the car thru the window. Stunt guys!

friends selling each other out, as they do

All eight dollars were my money. I;ve heard it IS illegal to have money shown fully onscreen. "If it is then it's fake money I happen ot have"

My man was accidentally sitting on the folder

that's a real gun & she's firing real rounds /j

JRr *not wearing ear gear* (& never flinched)

They went back & re-edited it for her dad who was a gun nut

this guy CAN do these htings, he's just a goof. He had to fight the network to get that.

My man's a good shot.

*looking to the side* marketing moments

Two page episode wrapups flawlessly? Incredible.

We see bodies but not murder

poor stunt actor hitting his head on the table, weather below 0, looks more & more painful every time, & then the table BROKE

SF, taking really dramatic moment & mixing it with comedy

Shawn knows exactly where to go "put on the fan & flush" if you're going to throw up in the murderer's house

SF I've always wanted someone to call the cops on themselves

spet the morning getting the snow off the grass

Tim likes any time you allow him to pull his gun or manhandle a suspect

Holding him up. Like a two year old not wanting to go into his car seat.

Pregnant, 2am, smoking & drinking /j, bungee jumping /j

Hooray editing

"I wish I knew" lassie will never believe him

Ah the palm scenes

Oh no I'd love to see this with the focus group? "Oh god! My dad! I may be out of a job & in jail"

Rest your teamug on your tummy

Does vick believe him? You never sort of know

She's already hiring him again!

Was the scene with dad in the og script?

His dad is thinking about accepting him. He has the newspaper.

The shows are so often about the cool car. night rider? kit? super cool. hill street blues. supernatural. Magnum PI. This one has the blueberry.

PSYCH NOT SIKE FUCKING THANK YOU

Fizadribble? SF: Making up drug names is impossible because no matter what name you make up, it actually exists as a drug & is registered to somebody. (antidepressants or tolkein)

Yayyyyyy

#psych commentary 1x01 #psych cast/crew

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kuma829 · 2 years

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HiMERU Idol Story- All Over a Cup of Coffee

Kanzaki-san, please do not roll up the sleeves of your shirt. HiMERU will not be able to bear the shame of being carried here by you.

Cast: HiMERU, Souma and Adonis

Author: Umeda Chitose

Season: Autumn

Location: Cafe Cinnamon

CW: Vague mention of eating disorders

HiMERU: It seems to be quite crowded here, perhaps it is due to the lunch hour? The counter seats all seem to be all taken, but there has to be a vacant spot somewhere....

Souma: Oh! Is that not Himeru-dono?

HiMERU: Oh, why isn’t it Kanzaki-san with Otogari-san. Are the two of you eating together?

Souma: It appears as though Himeru-dono is searching for a seat. Would you like to come join us?

HiMERU: Are you sure?

Adonis: Ah, please don’t hesitate to sit down.

HiMERU: (…This is troubling, but there is no reason to refuse.)

(Originally, I came to Cinnamon for a cup of coffee, so after finishing it I shall leave right away.)

Then, if you insist HiMERU will be in your care.

Souma: Fufu, to be able to share this meal with Himeru-dono brings me joy.

So, Himeru-dono will be ordering…

HiMERU: Excuse me, one hot coffee please. Yes, that’s it.

Adonis + Souma: …!?

HiMERU: Why did the two of you suddenly become paralyzed? Won’t your food grow cold?

Souma: ...Would you be able to answer this one question? Himeru-dono, did you have a proper meal earlier?

HiMERU: Oh? No, but HiMERU ate a proper breakfast today, so it’ll be just fine to have a light lunch.

Adonis: So what you mean is, you haven’t eaten yet…? Or is that coffee you ordered really going to be your lunch?

HiMERU: That’s right, just coffee is enough for this lunch hour.

Souma: Coffee alone is not sufficient. I am worried that you will not be able to do your afternoon activities. Here, you can order on my behalf.

HiMERU: Your concern is appreciated, but please do not worry. This is what HiMERU’s meal is.

Souma: I...I suppose that is true…

Adonis + Souma: …

HiMERU: (Why do they look so disappointed? This...really makes drinking this coffee difficult, but....)

—Really, Coffee is sufficient for HiMERU.

Besides, if you stare too long HiMERU will be at a loss.

Adonis: ...Sorry. But I’m still really worried about you, even with your insistence.

HiMERU: Worried...? What do you mean by that? With all due respect, I believe there is nothing for Otogari-san to worry about.

Adonis: No, there is. Whenever I saw HiMERU in the cafeteria or at this cafe Cinnamon, I couldn’t help but think about you.

Every Time I saw you, you’d just order a drink. I hardly ever saw you actually eat something.

Drinks alone are not enough, they won’t fill you up at all, they lack nutrition, that’s why…

I want you…To eat meat.

Souma: Additionally, fish is also beneficial to your health ♪

Of course, you should think about meal “balance,” so do not dare to forget to have vegetables on your plate as well.

HiMERU: ...The concern is appreciated.

However, really, HiMERU eats a proper well balanced diet and isn’t all too crazy about calorie counting. HiMERU’s as healthy as possible.

Adonis: It’s good that you are able to say you’re healthy, but... You’re still too light.

I felt the same when I carried you on the MDM stage. You’re too light.

Souma: For Adonisu-dono to say it twice, he must truly mean it.

I thought Himeru-dono to be a slender man, but I failed to realize he would be so light as well…

I also hold confidence in my arm strength! I may also be able to thrust Himeru-dono into the air with ease ♪

HiMERU: Kanzaki-san, please do not roll up the sleeves of your shirt. HiMERU will not be able to bear the shame of being carried here by you.

—Now I understand. With the delicious smell of both of your meals my own appetite has been stimulated, so let’s order at least one dish.

Adonis: Really?

Souma: Ooh! I am delighted to hear that ♪

HiMERU: (They seem happy, don’t they...? I only made a compromise so they wouldn’t get carried away, but that means they were genuinely, truly, worried about HiMERU, huh?)

Souma: Come, come! Behold, the "menu.” Let us find the most exemplary meal for Himeru-dono.

Adonis: Coming from me, I think you should order the hamburger. Of course, I want you to eat meat.

Souma: Rice is an indispensable component of any meal, so why not order “curry” or “omurice”?

HiMERU: (...! If I order such items off the food menu, my meal plans for the day would be thrown off.)

Adonis: So, what is HiMERU going to order...

HiMERU: Ahem. Both of your suggestions are appreciated, but HiMERU would like to believe he can choose for himself. May you hand over the menu list?

Adonis: Oh… Right. I’m sorry. It’s best to eat what you would choose yourself.

HiMERU: There’s plenty of choices available on the menu, but it is still difficult to choose…If you’re looking for something that goes well with coffee and something you want to eat you’d choose to eat…

...Yes, excuse me. One cheesecake please. Yes, that’s enough.

Adonis: Cheesecake...

Souma: A "desert…?”

HiMERU: Fufu, sorry. Today HiMERU feels like cake alone will suffice.

Next time, I’ll be sure to follow your recommendations or after what the two of you are eating yourselves now…

If you do not mind, please tell me your impressions and thoughts on your meals?

Souma: Mhm, of course ♪

Adonis: Understood. I am not very skilled with words, but I’ll be sure to give you a review that will surely make you want to eat more.

HiMERU: (...I planned to just drink coffee, but…)

(—It’s still just fine.)

Souma: Himeru-dono?

HiMERU: Aah, it’s nothing... I look forward to hearing about both your meal reviews.

#enstars #himeru #adonis otogari #souma kanzaki #idol story

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danafeelingsick · 2 years

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Ooh since it’s his birthday, can we have Diluc dealing with the aftermath of a birthday dinner gone wrong? Perhaps something was sour but he didn’t realize until it’s too late. Emeto ensues.

anon, i think i wrote way too much... i was halfway through this thing when i stopped and re-read your request and realized you didn't specify any caretaker, and the word aftermath kept nagging at me, like, it's supposed to be after. and i wrote a whole birthday party scene. so! i made one part, almost like an alternate ending to what i was writing originally. and i'll post the second part as soon as i'm done with it. but for now, here's your request.

ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ, ᴅɪʟᴜᴄ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1.5

NON-KINK BLOGS AND MINORS DNI

PART 1

PART 2

In which Diluc has to deal alone with the consequences of overeating at a birthday dinner.

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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ alcohol mention, induced vomiting, mentioned fainting, light stuffing, overeating, food poisoning, throat finger!ng

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❝𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.❞

Diluc found himself silently thanking the wind for leaving the streets completely empty that night. The cold biting breeze left him shuddering, seeming to open gashes into his coat every time it blew over him.

No wonder no one was around, with the city's main tavern closed for the night, and not a single bard to entertain the passersby, why would anyone be? At least no one would see the pitiful face of distaste the young man had, for that he was grateful to the cold wind.

That gratitude, however, didn't extend to its archon, for he knew now the former didn't have a hand in it. As far as he could tell, that drunkard wasn't even in Mondstadt anymore.

The darknight hero suddenly stopped where he was, gripping a nearby wall as he felt a shuddering wave of nausea wash over him, leaving him dizzy and distrustful of his sights. It wouldn't be the first time it happened that night, each step he took would make him feel heavier and heavier.

How could he let this happen? He thought, bringing a hand to cover his mouth as a low sickly belch flew past his lips.

Diluc had been hopeful this dreadful day would go by and none would be privy to it. He had been naive, so naive to think any would respect his wishes, and let him enjoy his birthday in peace.

Was it even his birthday still? He looked up to see the full moon casting its silver light down on him. It should be past midnight by now, just another day like any other.

As it should be. Hell, he should've realized sooner when Charles dismissed him so nonchalantly, saying he could very well take care of the bar on his own. And how cordial the maids had been, when they would normally cower around him. Even Kaeya, who hadn't seen him all day, managed to track him down and refused to leave his side until he came with him to the Knight's headquarters under the guise of some business meeting.

“Ugh…”, Diluc grimaced as he recalled the shouts of surprise, and that slimy smirk on Kaeya's face as he bared his way out.

His gut had already cowered in anticipation as he saw the feast cluttering the table. Diluc wasn't someone weak of stomach, but having so much food crammed in his belly in such a short period ensured a bad time later on. And to top it all off, he was sure something he ate had gone sour.

He wouldn't put it past him, given how unfavorable luck had been to his side that day, and how Kaeya had arranged that impromptu birthday party. Each guest had brought a dish of their own, resulting in varying qualities in culinary and presentation.

The Outrider, Amber as he recalled it, had tried her hand at preparing Sweet Madames and Sticky Honey Roasts, trying to fill in the absence of the traveler as they were out somewhere in a land beyond the sea. After a bite or two, Diluc just couldn't stomach any more of it, the chewy texture and the sheer abuse of seasoning quickly became too much for him, no matter how much she insisted.

While Jean's mushroom pizzas had been a palate cleanser, and Eula's moon pies had been filling enough, there were simply too many dishes to sample properly. And the lingering taste of alcohol in everything Kaeya had cooked… Diluc had his gut complaining under his tight belt in no time.

It was already dark out when he finally got to leave the Knight's headquarters. And now he could only hope no one would spot him like that, staggering his way home in the middle of the night, like a pitiful boozer with nowhere to go.

The former captain scowled as he heard his stomach give a low growl as it tried to settle, viciously churning the heavy mass of food sitting stubbornly inside. He could almost feel it brushing past the inner walls of his guts as he felt it tossing and turning inside.

Paying too much attention to it already had his tongue driving back with weak gags, so instead, he focused on swallowing. Diluc closed his eyes, drowning out his vision that seemed to be slightly tilted. He gulped, once, twice, then breathed through his nose, hoping any voluntary motion would take his mind off the nausea.

The constant intake of saliva only seemed to be adding to the fullness of his stomach, leaving his esophagus with the impression of a ghostly hand pinching it from the inside. His mouth was filling with drool quicker than he could swallow. It was starting to take more and more after the taste of something he had eaten.

“...urp–”, he had to clog his mouth shut as he felt a bubble of air suddenly rise past his gullet, bursting in the back of his tongue with a foul acidic sting.

It tasted like grape juice, he realized with a shuddering exhale leaving his nostrils, how clearly it tasted sickly sweet and strongly acidic, unbearably bitter as it washed over his tongue.

Halfway through the night, he had already drained an entire bottle in between bites, it was the only thing he could properly stomach after eating so much off-tasting food.

Diluc clasped a hand firmly over his mouth when he felt a muffled gag cause his chest to hitch, trying to suppress the clear image of the undercooked meat dripping from his fork, the slimy chewy texture, the bizarre taste.

He could feel something shifting inside his queasy stomach, sending more air to rest in the back of his tongue before he could swallow it. Diluc was desperate for any form of relief from the pressure in his stomach, so he tried to carefully burp behind his hand.

“...guh… buur–”, he let out a startled hiss as his cheeks suddenly bulged out, a watery surge flooding his mouth.

Fuck, fuck. His mind was screaming at him now, shifting all of his attention to the solid clumps of undigested food swirling inside his mouth, rolling over his tongue. He had to– without thinking, he tried swallowing, bit by bit, feeling chunks of undigested meat and boiling acid travel down his throat.

It felt utterly revolting, being forced to taste twice the meal he'd been forced to eat mere hours ago, but he couldn't just let it happen now. It was unthinkable to have him dirtying the streets with the contents of his pitiful stomach. Enough drunkards were left to do this, he refused to become another.

The poor man was wheezing behind his gloved hand, swallowing convulsively as he tried to clear the taste of vomit out of his mouth. Once he could open his eyes again, he shakingly lowered his hand, glancing at it to see there was a smear of drool coating it.

The restless churning of his stomach contents and the loud gurgling sounds only seemed to worsen. He held a clean hand carefully over the curve of his belly, feeling something shift constantly under his skin and his form-fitting clothes.

It felt like his legs were made out of cotton as he took a step forward, followed by another, then another. He had to shift all of his attention into putting one foot in front of the other, right then left, and somehow not mess this up.

His mind was far away as he walked, tracking the way to his home out of muscle memory. On a good night, Diluc would commute in a few minutes, without a single soul spotting him as he stuck to the shadows. Now, he had no notion of time, but no less than an hour had been spent and he was only halfway there.

He could only hope he would have enough control to command his stomach contents down and his legs forward. All he knew was he needed to get home before he had the chance to fall ill again.

***

It was… so cold. The darknight hero had his arms folded tightly over his chest as he started approaching the winery. It wasn't the wind anymore, a ghostly chill seemed to be following him wherever he went, refusing to let go as it cloaked him in a shuddering blanket.

His fingers were nearly numb as he gripped the handle and flung open the front door. A couple of steps inside and it was gone, almost like it wanted to see him home safe, but he didn't let go of his position. Diluc seemed to be operating with muffled hazy orders ringing inside his head, he made a beeline for his bedroom, ignoring, or rather, barely listening to the timid greetings of his servants.

The nausea was now dizzying, muffling his senses as if he was underwater, listening in to the distant sounds of his stomach groaning. The door creaked as he pushed it, then creaked again as he closed it behind him.

He staggered towards his bed and sat, his wary body sinking into the mattress as it begged for a rest. Diluc felt like he could just fall over as he lazily undid the clasps of his boots and kicked them off to a corner.

Next, his coat slid out of his shoulders, falling away to the other side of the bed and disappearing over the edge. He fought a fierce battle against his belts, undoing them with the unskilled fingers of a sickly man.

“...phew”, he let out a puff of air as the pressure over his belly was finally released, ridding himself from his shirt as well as the mere brush of fabric over it spelled discomfort.

Diluc looked down to see his otherwise lean abdomen had been forced into an unusual curve, the skin stretching over it like and taking an odd pinkish tone, making it look too similar to a flustered anemo slime as if puffed out. He dared to graze his fingers over it, morbidly impressed by how noticeably it had altered his shape.

The flesh practically pushed back on his fingers, he could feel how full his stomach was under the outer layers, like the bloated gut of a decomposing carcass. He settled a hand over it, careful as to not apply any pressure, and felt the distinct motion of his stomach twisting under there, almost like a colony of critters writhing inside a trap, wrapped in a ball of cloth, squirming.

He didn't want to think about it, but his mouth was watering profusely, his tongue almost heavy with a thick coating of off-tasting saliva. He could still faintly taste the vomit he had to swallow back multiple times during his way here. Maybe it would be best to just let it out, he thought, feeling his stomach almost jump in agreement.

Diluc rose his eyes and searched his moonlit room, hoping to find anything he could drag under his bed just in case he needed it. He knew he was going to need it, and thankfully, a small bucket had been left from gods know what purpose, maybe some careless maid had left it. He was more than thankful for their incompetence now.

The young master got up, and stumbled towards the wooden bucket, momentarily kneeling in front of it as he thought of just giving up and sleeping right there, safe from the threat of dirtying his bed. His muscles ached from the strenuous walk from Mondstadt city to here, a commute he could easily muster multiple times if necessary, in a better state of mind, of course. But as of now, it left him sore and with ragged breath.

He was definitely drunk, he concluded, of the few meat skewers he had eaten, and the countless glasses of grape juice he had used to wash down the awful parts of that feast. Someone could've easily swapped his drink for wine, and him, with his taste buds fried and mind somewhere greener, would be none the wiser. For that, he swore to strangle Kaeya.

He gripped the bucket as if it was a tender neck and dragged it to the foot of his bed, then to his lap. Part of him wanted to wrap himself in blankets and just hug the bucket until relief came, but the other part barely wanted to move, so he stayed there, slumped over and staring somewhere off, trying to focus on the noises of his stomach.

“ghh…”, he groaned, nausea still swirling inside him, leaving him groggy and miserable, but quite there.

He held his mouth open, panting as he felt pain twisting his inner organs, letting saliva drip into the bucket, the sounds almost sharp in contrast with the silence. His stomach wouldn't stop writhing, loud gurgles coming from it as it tried to mix the food and drink crammed tightly inside, churning but unable to digest any of it.

The sickly man was only able to produce a few short queasy burps as he tried to flex the muscles of his throat. It frustrated him, he was sick and in pain, he needed to get whatever was harming him out but he wouldn't have it that easy. If could go back and curse his past self for cutting his vomiting spell short, he would, but for now, he could only feel miserable about it.

Why only now was his gag reflex being stubbornly strong? He was never like this. At the first sign of someone tampering with his food, he would be quick to pry it out using his fingers, just for safety. He wasn't opposed to vomiting, maybe a little apprehensive about it, but it was something he learned to face as a necessary evil.

Diluc looked at his hand, thinking long and hard about if it would be worth it. He was still wearing his gloves, the bright red and black fabric stood out against his pale marked skin, it was surprising how he managed to miss it.

He had to, he thought, remove the glove with his teeth and set it aside. Shakingly, almost timidly, he raised two fingers and introduced them inside his mouth, carefully trailing the extent of his tongue. It felt awfully warm and tender against his skin, saliva coating his fingers in a thick slimy layer.

“...ha… guh–”, he let out as he reached the gullet, causing a weak gag to make his throat clench around his fingers.

He couldn't stop now, so he went even deeper with the middle one, feeling around the soft meat writhing against his touch. He started stroking his tongue, slowly at first, driving his fingers in and out of his throat. It didn't take long for him to gag harshly, his stomach jumping and landing with a wet slosh, sending its contents crawling up his food pipe.

It wasn't enough to get him to vomit. He kept stroking desperately, his throat clenching, trying to choke out his fingers. He gagged again, so harshly his eyes watered. His stomach inching closer with each stroke.

He waited for another painful gag, the sound of his forced retching scrapping at his throat, leaving it raw and tender. Saliva flowed into the bucket, each harsh cough sending it spraying into his hand, sliding down his skin, and slithering towards his wrist.

He was close, he thought, forcing another gag and quickly retrieving his hand as a wet belch erupted out of him, bile prickling his tongue. So close.

“...ughh… gh…”, he panted, his mouth hanging open as a series of short wet burps left him, each bringing him closer and closer to finally– “huurk–”, he anticipated a small gush of vomit spraying out of him, nearly missing the wooden bucket in his lap as he readjusted his position.

There it was. Diluc nearly winced at the pungent taste of acid on his tongue, it barely resembled grape juice as it fell into the bucket, but he could still distinguish its taste. Far worse than what he had swallowed before.

He went back to stroking his tongue, hoping to rid his stomach of a little more pressure, as that amount meant nothing. This time he wasn't being so gentle, digging his fingers mercilessly into his throat as he felt himself getting desperate.

”...huu… urgGGHH”, he retched into his bare hand, his stomach writhing from the violent motion, but he didn't stop until he felt its contents bubbling at the back of his throat. “BuuUuuUURGHHhh.”

A gush of thin disgustingly warm vomit shot out of his mouth before he could retrieve his fingers, he nearly winced as the sickening boiling concoction completely coated his hand. It dripped unevenly inside the bucket, barely a cup's worth of semi-fermented and acidic grape juice.

Diluc shakingly held his soiled dripping hand over the bucket, panting miserably with threads of drool hanging from his mouth.

He must have looked truly pitiful as he was now, barely dressed, sickly and pale, and even then, struggling to get the offending poison out of his system. His head felt heavier and heavier, his eyes wanting to roll to the back of his skull as his body begged for rest.

His throat was sore and bruised from all the abuse, and still, he hadn't even tapped into the food he'd stuffed into his overtaxed stomach. It gave a low ill growl as it agreed, almost coaxing him into continuing.

With a defeated grumble, Diluc shoved the now cold and slimy fingers into his throat, just the sensation of it, the odd shock of temperature, and the texture of his saliva against his tongue earned a weak unproductive gag out of him.

He tried not to think about it, taking the involuntary motion of his gullet to introduce his fingers even deeper, moving them as if he was trying to pry himself open.

“...ah… ha…”, he panted, trying to squeeze in struggling wet breaths in between audible gags, the air rushing in and out grazing his skin. “hah–”, wheezing with half a hand down his throat maybe had been the answer to his problems, as he nearly choked.

Diluc didn't have it in his mind to muffle the coughing fit that followed, he didn't even bother to remove his fingers, choosing to hold his tongue down as he kept hacking over the bucket. His fit quickly evolved into retching so violently his shoulders were jumping with each one.

“...urggGH–”, he coughed out, feeling something painfully dense climb up his food pipe, cutting his breath short as he struggled with it. His hand was trembling, his nail digging into his tongue out of nervousness

It took a couple of weak shivering strokes for him to finally feel vomit burst out of his mouth, a lumpy dense slurry covered his hand and sprayed up to his upper arm, lumps of nearly untouched food sliding off him and dripping softly on the bucket.

Once he started, there was no stopping it. A heavier wave of vomit splashed inside the bucket followed the first, this one more than just a mouthful, adding a new layer of filth to the bucket.

“EeeeuUURRrrrgh!”

Diluc had his eyes screwed shut as he struggled with each new surge of chunky almost sharp vomit leaving his throat razed. He could feel so clearly the lumps grinding the walls as they left him, pouring into the bucket like unrelenting rain on the roof of his house. His hearing was muffled.

When he could finally breathe properly he found himself slowly slipping forward, the bucket now glued to his chest as the arm laced around it bent awkwardly. Diluc parted his lips only to find two fingers jammed in between them, his teeth buried into them.

He blinked, and how long had passed? Maybe less than a minute, he hadn't properly fainted but still, he desperately needed rest.

Diluc let out a shuddering breath as he adjusted himself, one look at the bucket had his lips hitching into a grimace as he spat out, trying to rid his mouth of the vile taste.

“Fuck… ugh”, he groaned, his voice a husky pained whisper.

At the very least, he had managed to rid himself of some of that cursed food, but he didn't have the chance to savor the relief. He didn't feel any different, arguably he felt even worse.

That didn't matter now. He'd have to deal with that in the morning. Diluc settled the bucket under his bed, not enough energy left in him to even think about getting rid of it.

His body sunk into the mattress, the wooden frame creaking despite how light, shriveled he felt. As soon as the back of his head hit the pillow, he welcomed sleep.

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#emeto #emetophilia #vomiting #overeating #light stuffing #fainting #induced vomiting #gen/shin imp/act #di/luc #mentioned kae/ya #mentioned je/an #mentioned am/ber #hurt and discomfort #stomach ache whump #nausea #tw alcohol mention #requested #dana//emeto fic #my writing

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-Chapter 27-

Maxi and Riftan listened to the sound of rain as they lay naked in bed. When desire struck, they locked themselves in a heated embrace, making love until they could not tell whose body was whose.

When they were finished, they bathed and ate the meal that the maidservants had brought to the room. Riftan placed her on his lap and fed her pieces of sweet fruit, cream-topped bread, and delicate pastries. Maxi wondered whether such indulgence was proper, but too exhausted to feel embarrassment, she leaned against his chest and accepted the food from his fingers.

Riftan smiled at the sight. "You're just like a little bird."

And as if he could not resist her charm, he pressed his lips to her cheeks after offering her a sip of wine. She felt herself go weak. Like a mother bear protecting her cub, he did not let go for even a moment. He washed and fed her, then kissed every corner of her body. She had never known such passion and devotion.

An inexplicable thrill surged through her. Not even her own mother had cradled her like this. She felt the urge to throw her arms around him and rub her face against his chest, but she was too exhausted.

"I never imagined that I'd be jealous of a grape," Riftan muttered as he pushed one into her mouth.

She popped the tart fruit between her teeth and swallowed. He licked the juice that trickled down her chin. The sweet feel of his hands on her cheeks and the dance of his fingers on her glistening lips intoxicated her as if she were submerged in a barrel of golden wine. The sensual heat in the room mingled with the damp scent of rain in the air.

"Crush and swallow me like that grape."

He stuck his tongue deep into her mouth. Their entangled tongues passed between their lips, speaking more plainly than any language. Her throat tightened. As a passionate shudder shook her arms, she wrapped them around his neck. He pushed her onto her back.

Pieces of fruit spilled onto the bed as their bodies knocked over the fruit bowl. Riftan's muscular chest, smooth as marble, pressed down on her soft bosom as he licked her juice-stained skin. The sheets, sticky with nectar, wrapped around her body.

"Oh..."

"Mmm..."

Joined in a wet kiss, they rolled around the bed. His mouth smelled of fruit. As their flushed bodies longingly rubbed together, they breathed in each other's sweet breath. Heat simmered in her heart.

Riftan looked into her eyes and pleaded, "Say my name."

"R-Riftan..."

"Again..."

"R-Riftan... Ooh..."

"More... Say my name again..."

She called his name again and again until her voice grew hoarse. At that moment, she existed only to fulfill him. She forgot all sermons on temperance and the virtues of a modest woman. Instead, she felt the joy of knowing for the first time in her life that someone needed her. Enraptured, she thought she might lose her sanity.

It feels so good. He's taken my life and resurrected me.

She looked at Riftan through a fog. Nothing existed in the world but his name.

Unfortunately, the rain began to subside in the evening and by dawn, it had ceased. Maxi squinted at the bright morning sun. She tried to rise, but her limbs gave way as if her bones had evaporated. When she groaned quietly at the dull ache, a large hand began to stroke the length of her back.

"Go back to sleep."

The sharp glare of the morning sun cast stark shadows over Riftan's sculpted face. Maxi watched, transfixed. He had woken up before her and was already dressed and fully armored. Her heart sank.

"A-Are you leaving t-today?"

"We leave at noon. First, we have to prepare weapons and rations for the journey." He lifted her chin and tenderly kissed her swollen lips.

He pulled on a pair of silvery-white steel gauntlets and forearm guards, then picked up his sword.

"I'll come and see you before I leave, so go back to sleep."

#under the oak tree

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callboxkat · 3 years

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Banished (part 9)

Author’s note: I hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: Janus has been banished from his pod for crimes that he did not commit. However, this merman’s bad luck is far from over. A mer is not meant to live on their own in the open ocean, and as one would expect, things do not go well. Enter: Florida Man.

Chapter Warnings: food, injury mention, animal skeletons

Word count: 2334

Banished Masterpost!

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“Ooh, maybe we could try charades!” Remus said, sitting up straight.

The merman, who had been watching him quietly (but pretending not to), lifted his head. He had propped himself so his torso was half out of the water, and was picking at a little can of salmon. He was clearly unsure of what to make of it, but just as clearly very hungry. Remus guessed it was the injury to his face slowing him down—hence the canned fish. He would have gone with tuna, but he could already hear Logan’s lecture about mercury, blah, blah, blah.

The merman had been hesitant to accept the food at first. It was pretty different than what he was probably used to—and it may or may not have been cat food—but Remus had scooped a bite of it into his own mouth, which had seemed to reassure him. So, after a reminder from Remus not to open his mouth too wide, and to be careful not to bite his cheek if it was still numb, the merman had started to eat.

Now, he squinted slightly at Remus, like he wasn’t sure what to make of him. He lowered the half-empty tin of salmon with a little frown.

“Do you know what charades are? You act out what you want to say, and the other person guesses. So, for example.…” Remus held up two fingers. “Two words.” He lowered one. “First word.” He pinched two fingers together, leaving a small space. “So now I’m miming what the first word is—which is ‘small’. So I’d guess that—or you would, I guess—and then I hold up two fingers”—he did so—”to signal the second word.” Remus hesitated, then motioned at his legs, putting them together with the toes pointed out to either side, and then made a swimming motion. “And you’d guess, ‘merman’! So I’m saying, small merman! Which is you.”

Said small merman continued to stare at him, his expression blank.

“Not feeling charades? Okay, that’s cool, uh….” Remus got up and spun in a circle a few times, looking around. “Hey, can you write?” He was facing away the first time he asked, so he looked back to the tank and tilted his head. “Can you write?”

The merman frowned slightly, and carefully ate another bite of salmon.

It wasn’t much of an answer. Whether that meant “no”, or he was just being shy, or was maybe still judging Remus’s unpracticed charades skills, Remus didn’t know, so he left the room and came back holding a notebook and the one working permanent marker from his pencil cup. He wrote ‘HI’ on the paper, to demonstrate, then held the notebook and marker out to the merman.

The merman hesitated, set down his food, then pushed himself up so that he could prop himself up by his underarms. He paused, then reached out for the paper and uncapped marker. Wet spots spread on the paper, warping it slightly.

He cast Remus what was an unmistakably skeptical look, then wrote on a dry portion of the paper. Remus leaned over to see.

What the merman wrote was definitely some kind of language, but it was just as definitely not English. The letters were written in a neat, spiky script, which didn’t seem to have any spaces. It reminded Remus a little of Nordic runes, but the alphabet was clearly not that. It didn’t quite look like any language he’d seen before.

“Ah… can you write in English? Like. In the English alphabet. You know, A, B, C, D, E…?”

The merman huffed, dropped the marker and paper on the floor, and sank back into the aquarium, clearly annoyed.

“What? It’s not my fault I can’t read your weird Fish Speak,” Remus pouted, although he wasn’t sure the merman could hear him through the water and the glass. Sure enough, a moment later, the merman floated up enough for his ears to be above the water, even as he continued to sulk. “We can figure something else out.”

The method Remus eventually got the merman to sullenly agree to was not the most sophisticated, but hopefully, it would work! The merman was clearly unhappy, his face tinged red with embarrassment, but he seemed very frustrated by the inability to communicate, so he was willing to try.

Remus sat cross-legged on top of the coffee table, holding a notebook and a pizza box that he’d written the alphabet on the bottom of in big, bold letters. As an afterthought, he’d added a Th, Ch, and Sh at the end. The merman, finished with his meal by now, leaned against the side of the aquarium with his little hands on the rim, waiting.

“Let’s start with something really simple. You’ve got a name, right? A name that’s not, like, a dolphin scream? Although that would be pretty cool. Is it a dolphin scream? No—uh, too many questions, sorry. Do you have a name?”

The merman rolled his eyes and tapped the rim of the aquarium once.

They’d decided on that as a signal for yes, while tapping twice meant no. Nodding seemed to hurt the poor guy’s neck. Remus couldn’t say that surprised him. It looked a little, uh… strangled-ish.

Remus smiled at him. “Okay, great! So, let’s start with that. Just tell me your name.” Remus hoped it wasn’t too many letters. Or sounds. Whatever.

He picked up the pizza box, smiled encouragingly, and pointed at the letter A. “Aaa.”

The merman stared.

“Ay?” Remus tried, still pointing at the same letter. “Aah?”

Nope.

He moved on to the next letter. “Buh.”

Still no.

“Cuh.”

It wasn’t C, either. They continued like that, with Remus slowly going through each letter, even repeating letters like E that had multiple sounds, without any response from the merman. Remus was starting to think that maybe the merman didn’t understand what he was trying to do after all, until he said, “Juh.”

The merman, who’d begun to look resigned to this not working, started and tapped the side of the aquarium loudly.

Remus’s face split into a manic grin. “Juh,” he repeated. “Juh?”

The merman practically slapped the glass.

“Juh!” Remus cackled. He picked up the maker and wrote a triumphant J on his paper. “Nice to meet you, J. Okay. Next letter.” He pointed at the A again. “Aaa.”

The merman smacked the side of the aquarium, even louder than before. He stared at Remus intensely.

“Next letter A!” Remus said, grinning, writing it down, feeling excitement bubble up inside him. It was actually working! “Okay. Third letter.”

Soon, Remus had a whole three letters written down: JAN.

The fourth letter took a while to get to, even with Remus skipping K, since C was basically the same. The merman—Jan—was growing visibly impatient. Then, finally, Remus said, “Uh.”

Jan immediately jerked, and tapped the glass loudly.

The fifth letter took almost as long to get to: S. Remus started going through the alphabet again, only for the merman to tap the side of the aquarium twice. Remus broke off and turned to him. “Oh—no more letters?”

Two taps.

“So we’re done? S was the last one?”

One tap.

Remus smiled, put down the pizza box, and grabbed his notebook.

JANUS

“Jaynus,” Remus said, amused. Then he frowned, and sounded it out the way he’d offered the merman the letters. “No—Janus.”

Janus tapped the glass once, seriously.

“Janus!” Remus said, turning to him, ecstatic. “Your name’s Janus!”

Janus tapped the glass once, again, and then, to Remus’s slight alarm, covered his eyes with his hands, starting to tremble.

Remus’s grin faded, and he slowly set down the notebook. “Janus? You good, bud?”

The merman tapped once on the glass, softly, but put his hand right back over his face. His eyes were red, Remus saw. He softened.

“Hey, uh… that took a while to figure out, and you’ve had a day. How about we take a little break, huh, Janus? I could get you some dinner. That salmon was really more of a snack, and your face should be un-numbified by now. Does that sound good?”

Janus moved one hand just enough to look at him.

“So, since you can answer now… you do eat fish, right? Or are plants better? Uh… yes for fish, no for plants. I guess tap three times if you eat bugs or rocks or sunlight or something.”

Janus swallowed, slowly put down his hands, and, not looking at Remus, tapped once on the glass.

“Okay, great. I’ve got plenty of fish. I’ll go grab what I’ve got and you can point at which one you want.”

Janus tapped on the glass again in agreement, and Remus went to get the merman’s dinner options. It took him a little while to figure out how to carry everything, with his arms bandaged, but finally, he had everything ready. He returned holding a baking sheet loaded with a box of fish sticks, some frozen shrimp, a tin of sardines, another can of cat food salmon, and an entire tilapia that still had the scales on it, which he’d originally planned to use for his own dinner that night. It was lucky that Remus liked fish. When he walked back into the room, Janus was sitting on the floor of the aquarium, staring off into space. He was holding onto the red scale that served as a pendant on his necklace, running his fingers over it.

He looked… really sad. Really, really sad.

Remus frowned as he approached the tank. Janus, however, looked up as he neared and quickly regained his composure. He pushed himself up to the top of the tank and poked his head out, looking with interest at the food on Remus’s tray.

Remus decided to ignore the merman’s previous melancholy. He set down the tray, pulling the shrimp and fish sticks out of the boxes, and opening the tin of sardines and can of salmon so that Janus could actually look at their contents. Then he held up the tray, smiling encouragingly.

In what was, he had to admit, not at all a surprising decision, Janus pointed at the tilapia.

“Excellent choice,” Remus said. “So… I’m guessing you want it raw?”

The merman’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and then, hesitantly, he tapped the glass. Remus laughed.

“Okay, yeah. Raw. One sec, I’ll be right back.” Remus carried the baking tray back into the kitchen, put away rest of the food, and belatedly realized that he could have given the fish to Janus first, since it had been in the fridge and didn’t need to be thawed. At least, until he remembered the antibiotics Logan had left for him to give the merman. It was about time to give him those, too. Remus snapped his fingers, went to the cabinet, and pulled out one pill. He crushed it and dissolved it in a small amount of water like Logan had told him to.

He brought the fish and the little cup of antibiotic soup back out to Janus, then handed the fish over. Janus took it in both hands and sank down into the water. He inspected it for a moment, but seemed to deem it acceptable. He opened his jaws, revealing rows of sharp little fangs, and tried to take a decent bite, only to wince as the movement clearly hurt the injury on his face. Remus watched as the merman paused, then tore off a small piece of fish with his fingers. He ate this eagerly, already tearing off another piece as he chewed. He had a few more mouthfuls, then paused, glancing up at Remus. Remus tilted his head. Maybe he was being a little weird, watching like this. Oops.

Unexpectedly, though, Janus tore off a piece of the fish, broke the surface of the water, and held it out to the human. Remus blinked in surprise. Janus offered the bite of fish again, insistently.

Remus stepped forward and took the piece of fish. Janus moved back, waiting.

The piece of fish was very much raw, still with a few scales on it. Remus tipped his head back and swallowed it whole. Not much different than sushi, he thought. Rather salty. The scales were interesting.

Janus seemed satisfied, and let himself sink back to the bottom of the tank, where he finished his dinner. He must have been pretty hungry, because he finished the entire fish, save for the bones.

Once he was done, seeming significantly more content than before, Remus waved a little to get his attention. After a few seconds, Janus got up and poked his head out of the water.

“I’ve got this for you,” Remus said, holding up the little cup of antibiotic soup. “I just need to put it in the water. Is that okay? It’s just an antibiotic, so your cuts don’t get infected.”

Janus looked uncertainly at the cup of water. Remus hesitated, poked a finger in, and licked it.

Ew. Bitter.

Janus still looked uncertain, but Remus gave him a puppy-dog look, and the merman didn’t stop him from pouring in the medicine.

“Want me to take the bones?” Remus offered, pointing at the little pile at the bottom of the aquarium.

Janus hesitated, eyeing him, then reached down and scooped up what was left of his dinner. He handed them to Remus—or, more accurately, dropped them into Remus’s hands.

Remus grinned, and brought the bones to his room, where the rest of his real animal skeletons were. He set the fish bones down on his nightstand, next to the deer skull he’d picked up off the side of the road himself.

Janus was curled up on the floor of the tank when Remus got back, either asleep again, or pretending to be.

Aw. That was disappointing.

Remus shrugged and went back into the kitchen, pulling out his phone. He guessed he probably owed Logan an update.

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itcantbe · 3 years

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Me and @alwaysunderwaterocean had a moment in the server and so a fic was born.

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Difficult People

“Ooh Link, look at you! You’re such a large specimen, aren’t you? You must eat so much dirt to get so big!”

Zelda pointedly ignores the annoyed sigh from behind her. She hears the strike of metal against flint as he gets a fire going.

They’ve set up camp under the spreading boughs of a large maple tree, not too far from the river. The branches are heavy with giant green leaves, some larger even than her two hands spread out together. The leaves filter the afternoon sunlight, casting green shadows onto the ground. Birds twitter in the branches and she can hear squirrels scampering around the trunk.

Despite the supremacy of the maple tree, however, the creatures that call it home have ranged afield for their meals and have ensured the ground is littered with the nibbled husks of walnuts and plenty of acorns. She picks up one of the large maple leafs she finds, and the discarded cap of an acorn, then sits on a log he’s dragged near the fire pit.

“Now, you stay right here and keep everything safe while I go collect some mushrooms for our dinner!” She spreads the leaf out on the log, then sets up the acorn cap and fills it with dirt she scraped from beside the log. She gently settles what she’s been keeping in her cupped hands for the past half an hour onto the leaf.

Zelda pauses for effect, glancing sidelong at him across the fire, before cooing, “You're such a good boy, aren’t you Link?” She stays long enough to confirm that the tips of his ears have turned a bright red before she heads off into the forest to seek out her mushrooms.

She returns, arms laden with a good assortment of Hylian, stamella and ironshrooms, and deposits her haul on the stump they’re using for a table. He reaches for one of them to thread it on a skewer and Zelda notices his fingernails are absolutely encrusted with dirt. She knows consuming a bit of dirt is part of the bargain with camping, but really! She thinks about saying something to him but reconsiders; she does not want to break character right now. She returns to her log only to find the acorn cap knocked askew and dirt scattered about the leaf. She plants her fists on her hips and huffs in mock dismay.

“Link what has gotten into you? Really, I wonder just what is going on between those cerebral ganglia of yours!”

His silence is practically a physical thing behind her and she’s finding it a struggle to continue to ignore him. She is desperate to see the look on his face. But Zelda is strong. She is a princess, and has had extensive training in maintaining composure in difficult situations. She resumes her seat on the log to resettle the leaf and its contents, but stops before she touches anything. Something is wrong. She scoops the offending item off of the leaf and thrusts her hand accusingly in his direction.

“This is not Link. This is a nightcrawler. Link is a red wiggler.”

He continues to say nothing and refuses to meet her eyes. But she can stare him down. He always folds, in the end. He never can resist her. She watches in satisfaction as his cheeks redden.

“Well?”

“Bird ate it.”

Suddenly his filthy nails make sense. Her heart flips in her chest. She’d teased him mercilessly for an hour, but when a bird ate her pet worm, he’d dug up a new one for her? He hates worms, she thinks, and now it’s her cheeks that turn red.

“Oh … thank you.”

His face manages to get more red and he ducks his head down, stirring the fire up and busying himself rearranging the mushroom skewers. Then he stands abruptly and starts to walk away toward the river.

“Where are you going?”

“Fish.”

“Oh …”

He heads off, barely rustling the leaves as he moves through the underbrush. Suddenly, she has an idea, and cups her hand over the worm writhing in her palm as she crashes through the forest after him. He waits for her at the river’s edge, unable to miss her pursuit.

“Wait!” Zelda cries anyway.

He turns to her questioningly. She stumbles up to him and thrusts the nightcrawler at him. He recoils, a faint look of disgust on his face.

“You can use this!”

He looks a question at her.

“For the fish!”

His mouth crooks in a half smile and her heart does the flipping thing again.

“Don’t need it.”

Now that he mentions it, he has no pole, no line or hooks. She is uncertain how he expects to catch fish.

Her uncertainty does not last long, however. She gasps in shock as she is suddenly doused in the frigid water of the river.

“Ugh!” she yells, slinging the water dripping from her hands into the brush and scraping her drenched hair out of her face. She glares at him as he paddles in the water, a self-satisfied smirk on his face and the tails of two lively fish in one hand. The nightcrawler, likely grateful for the opportunity, has escaped into the soft dirt of the forest.

She supposed she deserved that. But Zelda is strong. She is a princess, and has had extensive training in dealing with difficult people. And Link, Hylia knows, is difficult people. She stands up tall, as if she weren’t soaking wet with river grass in her hair, and spins on her heel to march back to camp to change.

And her heart flips again as the sound of his laughter rings in her ears.

#Zelda loves to mess with the boy #poor Link #but two can play at that game can't they #zelink fic #botw zelink fic #botw fic #legend of zelda fanfiction #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #itcantbe a writer #itcantbe a fic

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How To Woo Your Scientist In 100 Cookies or Less

Rodney has a secret admirer. Prompt fic. See end of fic for prompt. ~1800 words.

The first time it appears is the morning after the ridiculous mission to M5-X847 (more accurately described as ‘Planet of the Bat-Shit Crazy Natives and Their Ridiculous Trading Ceremonies’ in the privacy of Rodney’s own mind and in the not-so-nearly private mess hall whenever anyone else brings it up). It’s left sitting on his desk by his absolute favorite computer on a folded up napkin from the mess hall, taunting him.

He’s still staring at it as if it holds the secrets to recharging a ZPM, the cure for male pattern baldness and the name of the man Carly Simon wrote a song about when John ambles in for his obligatory weekly hour of light switch duty.

“Ooh, cookie,” he says. Rodney smacks his hand away with a squawk of indignation.

“Mine!”

“Well, are you gonna eat it or just stare at it?”

Rodney settles for the latter while John unfairly makes Atlantis and all of her Ancient Tech roll over for him like the complete slut she is. Besides, he argues silently, it wouldn’t be the first time someone’s tried to kill him with baked goods. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.

Fifty nine minutes and fifty eight seconds later, John plucks the cookie off of the napkin and pops it into his mouth, crunching loudly and spewing crumbs everywhere.

“What did you do that for?” Rodney bellows.

“Just makin’ sure it was safe and citrus free,” John says with a toothy grin. “Next time, you’ll know. Cya later buddy,” he says and ambles back out of the room without a care in the world.

“Next time? How do you know there will be a next time?” Rodney yells after him. “How do you know?”

—-

There is, oddly enough, a ‘next time’. The next morning when Rodney stumbles into his lab, bleary eyed after a late night watching terrible movies and eating horrifyingly greasy food (thank you, Daedalus) with John, there’s another cookie sitting innocently on his desk, silently begging to be eaten. He’s still worried about the possibility of an assassination attempt but he rationalizes that no one is really going to use precious chocolate chips just to murder him so he lifts it up, sniffs it and then shoves it greedily into his mouth.

Less than hour later, he’s still alive and wishing he had another.

—-

By the fifth cookie, Rodney stops checking for the possibility of citrus-laced baked goods. Clearly, someone finally appreciates his genius and has decided the best way to thank him is to ply him with delicious sweet treats.

For once, Rodney doesn’t complain.

——

“Another one?” John asks, eying the 30th cookie longingly. “How many is that now?”

“I don’t know. I’ve lost count,” Rodney lies.

John just snorts in response.

——

“This is getting out of hand,” Kavanagh gripes. “How come we’re not allowed to eat around the computers, but he never says anything about that damn cookie appearing every morning? Why doesn’t Sh—”

Radek steps on Kavanagh’s foot and Miko’s elbow catches him in the side. Kavanagh squeaks and then miraculously falls silent.

Rodney eyes his scientists suspiciously “Why doesn’t who do what?”

“Nothing,” Radek says. “Is nothing but idiotic mumblings of a jealous man.”

“Jealous. Yeah, right,” Kavanagh snorts under his breath.

Rodney is still not convinced and he spends the rest of the day trying to bully Kavanagh into telling him exactly what’s going on.

Kavanagh is gleeful at the idea of knowing something that Rodney doesn’t.

—

“Hey Rodney?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t you ever wonder who’s sending you cookies?”

Rodney eats the last bite of his cookie and glances over at John. “Not really, no. Don’t really care either, as long as they keep coming.”

“Oh.”

John goes back to touching uncatalogued Ancient tech while Rodney practically has oral sex with the left-over chocolate on his fingers. Rodney’s so caught up in his little delicious world that he doesn’t even notice when the device starts glowing in an ominous way.

“Uh… Rodney.”

Three seconds later, John’s unconscious on the floor and Rodney’s yelling into his headset for a medical team.

——

The next day, there is no cookie.

——

By the third cookieless day, Rodney decides that maybe Atlantis was the secret Cookie Fairy, because whoever it was is clearly pissed off that he almost killed John.

——

“I brought you something,” Rodney announces as soon as he palms the door to John’s room open. It’s the only room, other than his own that he’s ever been able to get into without resorting to screwing around with the crystals. He’s never questioned it, but now he’s grateful that John never had the urge to lock him out.

“Been stockpiling the goods from your Cookie Fairy?” John asks grumpily. Rodney cuts him slack because he knows he still has a killer headache from that damn piece of Ancient Tech.

“No,” Rodney says. “I uh, actually made these for you, and by ‘made these for you’, I really mean I bribed the kitchen staff with an extra ten minutes of hot water in the mornings but um, yeah. I got them. For you.”

John gives him an odd look and Rodney wonders if maybe there’s brain damage that Keller missed on the scans. Wouldn’t be the first time, he thinks bitterly.

“It’s just… you seemed to always be hanging around when I had my cookie and I uh… know that I wasn’t exactly willing to share with you even though I know chocolate chip is your favorite. But that’s not the point. The point… the point is… I screwed up that day. I should have been paying more attention to what you were doing and I wasn’t and I’m sorry and, and, and will you just say something and stop looking at me like that?”

John gives him a slight smile. “Thanks Rodney. You wanna watch a movie?”

For the first time since the cookies stopped coming, Rodney feels like he can breathe again.

——

The next morning, there’s still no cookie, though Rodney really didn’t expect there to be. He doesn’t even really care, because while he acquired the cookies for John the previous evening, he’s the one who ate almost the whole damn plate and if he never sees another chocolate chip cookie again, it’ll be too damn soon.

He has a lot of catching up to do because ever since John got hurt on his watch, he hasn’t exactly been able to concentrate on his work and damn if it hasn’t piled up already.

He powers up his computer and scowls at the stack of papers littering his workspace. Grabbing a handful, he flips through them and then discards them like the complete and utter trash they are. Kavanagh never could finish up the simplest of equations.

He’s just about to log in to the network with the corner of a piece of paper sticking from under his keyboard catches his eye. He frowns and pulls it out. The handwriting is vaguely familiar.

Meet me at the East Pier. 1800 hours. -Cookie Fairy

Rodney doesn’t know whether to be flattered or frightened. He just hopes that whoever the Cookie Fairy is, they’ve forgiven him as easily as John has.

——

The doors to the East Pier slide open with ease and Rodney can’t stop the nervous flutter in the pit of his stomach. The sun is already beginning to set in the Lantean sky, casting a gentle glow over the calm water. Leaning against the railing, there’s a familiar set of slouched shoulders and a crop of dark, messy hair.

“John?”

He turns and gives Rodney a nervous grin. “Hey buddy.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand. What are you… what are you doing here?”

He holds out the plate of chocolate chip cookies. “Uh… surprise?”

For once, the great Rodney McKay is completely speechless.

John clears his throat and shifts nervously from one foot to the next. He sets the plate of cookies down on the railing and rubs at the back of his reddening neck. “So I guess you… Uh, I guess this really isn’t what you were expecting.”

“No,” Rodney says dumbly, because he really wasn’t. Miko? Sure. Simpson? Maybe. But John Sheppard? John fucking Sheppard? Not in a million years. “Why?”

”M5-X847."

“The marriage ceremony? The one where they made you put stupid flowers in your hair and, and, and…”

“That’s the one.”

“But why?” Rodney asks, because he needs to know.

“Because I wanted it to be real,” John blurts out. His ears are absolutely flaming at this point and Rodney’s sure they’re going to spontaneously combust if they get any brighter. “I needed… I needed you to know and I didn’t know how to tell you so I…”

“You baked. For me.”

“Every day.”

“Until you got hurt.”

“Well, yeah. It was kind of difficult when standing long enough to get to the bathroom was a chore. I was… I wanted to tell you that day, but you didn’t… you said you didn’t want to know.”

“I was afraid it was Kavanagh or some other equally terrible person!”

“Why would Kavanagh bake you cookies?”

“I don’t know! If could have been part of some nefarious plan to clog my arteries and send me to an early grave via horrendous heart blockage!”

John just stares at him. “Seriously?”

“Hey, it could happen.”

“Rodney, shut up,” John says and then he’s suddenly there, his lips pressed to Rodney’s.

It’s wonderful and terrifying and so right.

Rodney makes a little noise of surprise against John before he relaxes into his the kiss, reaching up tentatively to card his fingers through his silly hair.

When they break apart, they’re both panting.

“Was that… was that okay?”

“I don’t know,” Rodney says. “I think… purely for research purposes, you understand, I’m going to need you to kiss me again.”

“No problem,” John says and he leans in to kiss Rodney again.

——

By the time they’ve finished kissing, they’re both shivering in the chilly night air. John’s hair is messier than usual and Rodney’s lips are red and swollen.

“Seriously though,” Rodney says, burrowing closer to John’s side as John drops an arm around his shoulders. “Cookies? Really?”

“I figured that at least when it came to you, the old saying was true. The way to your heart is definitely through your stomach.”

“So you thought you could woo me with cookies?”

“It worked though,” John says triumphantly.

Rodney grins. It worked.

“Hey, next time, you think you could do peanut butter?”

“Shut up, Rodney,” John says fondly

“Why don’t you make me?”

“My pleasure.”

Prompt

:One day you come into work and find a cookie mysteriously placed on your desk. Grateful to whoever left this anonymous cookie, you eat it. The next morning you come in and find another cookie. This continues for months until one day a different object is left--and this time there's a note.

#mcshep #john sheppard #rodney mckay #sga #fandom: sga #stargate atlantis #ficlet #prompt fic #reposted from my old LJ as this is the only fic I've written in the past that didn't give me major second hand embarrassment.

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