#anyway I hope it's a lovely Tuesday!

[the-velvet-worm]

thinking abt Vex getting back from Pandemonium and realizing she’s pregnant and just. feeling so many things because they’ve just saved the world ⎯ again ⎯ and she just lost Vax, and he would’ve been the first person she told (after Percy, of course) and he would’ve been so excited and happy for her and it would’ve given them so much to look forward to but he’s gone and there’s nothing she can do about it, she can’t tell him, her kids will never know their uncle, and it’s just a lot for someone to handle so soon after everything they all literally just went through. like how is she supposed to be take in such news when the other half of her soul is missing now? she still has Percy, her husband, her heart, but the one constant throughout her entire life is gone and she just. idk probably felt really lonely for a bit there. to have the knowledge that she was experiencing something so wonderful and joyful with the man she loves, while she’s mourning the fact that her brother won’t be a part of any of it is just... really fuckin sad, man lol

#I'm still very much in my feels abt this and I may or may not be exploring that through fic so stay tuned for that #critical role #cr1 #cr1 spoilers #critical role spoilers #vex'ahlia #vax'ildan #percy de rolo #perc'ahlia #and like yes this is something that has been explored by others through writing but let me have this okay lol #I haven't written anything i felt passionately about in a really long time and channeling my grief in a creative way is like #super cathartic for me #so I kinda just need a little bit of closure/catharsis before I can move on #and maybe it'll be an extended thing idk #but I'm just having a lot of feelings about the twins and their relationship and Vax's death and and and #anyway I hope it's a lovely Tuesday! #mine probably won't be skdjfksf

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital comic of Sam and Celia from The Magnus Protocol and Danny from The Magnus Archives on a gray background. Everyone is colored in a single color. Sam is red, Celia is green, and Danny is yellow. Sam is a fat Arab man with short curly dark hair, a mustache, and a small goatee, and he is wearing small black earrings, a cardigan, a turtleneck, trousers and loafers. Celia is a slim Korean woman with short dark hair and she is wearing rectangular glasses, piercings including an industrial piercing, an x-shaped earring, and snakebites, a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a vest, trousers, and black wrist cuffs. Danny is a tall, beefy Latino man with short hair, a cut in his brow, and a "cat mouth" and he is wearing small hoop earrings and a waiter uniform including an apron and name tag.

Sam and Celia sit at a table looking tired. Sam is resting his chin on his hand and Celia has her fingers steepled.

Sam: We'll NEVER get what we need without this specific thing and/or connection. WHATEVER will we DO?

Danny appears holding a notepad and pen, shrugging sheepishly and smiling with flowers around his head. Sam and Celia sit up, smiling at him excitedly with their hands in the air

Danny: UM, I might just know a guy! Sam: Our regular waiter, Danny Stoker! Celia: You ALWAYS have what we need! Danny: HAHA, what can I say?

end ID]

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rusty quill i have a suggestion

#fg's art #the magnus protocol #tmagp #samama khalid #celia ripley #danny stoker #tim stoker tuesday #feat danny #HEAR ME OUT OKAY #listen. listen. danny has hobbies. a lot of weird niche hobbies. i imagine he knows a lot of people even if he himself can't help them out #it would come in handy!! and it would be fun!! #and if they're bringing other magnus people in why not danny?? #he'd be fresh and funky in an arguably better way than the tmagp versions of tma characters since we didn't have much to go off of anyway #please please im begging i love him so much #(obviously this isn't a serious plea to rq im just. Hoping. hoping and coping.) #(.... unless? 👀)

[silvermahogany]

Brainworms

#i have between now and tuesday to get the trigun worms to calm down #time to vomit onto canvases and hope my brain shuts up amen #*whacking my trimax autism w a comically large hammer* SHUT UPPP SHUT UPPP #GIVE ME JUST A SHORT BREAK (not gonna happen) #anyways i love them #trigun maximum #trimax #trigun #vash the stampede #vashwood #if u squint #nicolas d wolfwood #sketch page #doodles

[skitskatdacat63]

“Amore et Timore” - King Fernando I “El Animoso”

#*why is it that when I write tags that are genuinely imporant and wordy it always doesnt save UGH #well. ill try and rewrite them. #hahaha I bring you curly haired king Fernando!!(mostly for cofi) #2011 monza gp core Fernando that gripped us all by the throat right?? right???? #also i hope that his hair doesn't appear red to you like it did to me on my pc??? its brown I assure you #anyways! historical context for nerds like me: #'el animoso'(the spirited) comes from Philip V of course #it was apparently bestowed on him bcs of his perseverance and unwavering fervor in battle #and is that not the most Fernando coded thing youve ever heard????? #'Amore et Timore'(through love and fear) however comes from Joseph I #whom seb is partially based on but i thought his Latin motto fit Nando way better so here we are #philip v didn't have a motto as far as i could tell so that's why I stole Joseph's #but i do think the motto for the Spanish kingdom fits Fernando's career pretty well? #'A solis ortu usque ad occasum'(from sunrise to sunset) and i think that suits Fernando's 'longest f1 career ever' p well #anyways I sent a sketch of this to cofi the other day like yeah I probably wont finish this #and now here i am on 5 am on a tuesday grinning manically sleep deprived like HERE YOU GO #i think he looks very cute in this!!! i really did a lot of work on his eyelashes...very important detail to me #he kinda accidentally looks like Louis XIV unfortunately #but thats down to his hair I think. it looks a lot more like the traditional wig style from then compared to what I typically draw #but god imagine being seb in this au!!! you get to wake up next to this majestic beast.... #seb would have this painting framed over his bed or something. i mean who wouldn't???? #f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso #f1 fanart #formula 1 fanart #catie.art. #boy king au

[corrodedcoughin]

something something southern boy eddie being jealous of nancy and steve growing closer (even though there's nothing going on between them and it's all in eddie's head) and going to an open-mic night in country bar a couple of towns over to sing jolene.

that's it. that's all i got. i just want more eddie singing dolly parton songs and he'll be such a petty lil jealous bitch that jolene fits him perfectly. okay, hope you're having a lovely day friend!

oh my lord do NOT get me started on Dolly Parton loving steddie. I believe and will promote it!! Southern boy Eddie just feels right somehow, I love everything you said.

Now you are going to have to forgive me for all inaccuracies because I am not American but here's some thoughts.

Eddie thinking Steve and Nancy are getting closer, they've been spending more and more time together, heads bent close and talking in whispers. Every time he sees them it feels like a fist around his heart and windpipe a hot, uncomfortable thing that makes him want to turn on his heel but finds himself staring and hurting instead.

He deals with it the only way he knows how, through music and who better than miss Dolly? He spends nights in his room blaring out Jolene, and I will always love you. Sometimes he mixes it up, adds new artists in Willie Nelson with 'Always on my mind', patsy cline 'crazy' and whatever else he can torture himself with.

Wayne handles it as best he can before he's knocking on Eddie's door shouting to turn it down when the soundsytem starts to rattle the mugs on the shelf. He loves Eddie like a son but if he loses another mug to Tammy Wynette's laments he's going to start hiding his record collection from that boy.

Without an outlet for his heartbreak Eddie gets restless so one day after he sees Steve and Nancy whispering and smiling again he jumps in his van and drives, speakers turned up and when he stops he finds himself a couple of towns away outside a bar with some pretty interesting clientele that, while keeping a low profile, are clearly having a good time. He gets curious and Eddie has never been somebody to shy away from his own curiosity so he goes in and what he finds changes his life.

There is such an amazing mix of people, couples and non-couples and most of all, a complete lack of stares or judgement. He keeps looking around, a smile on his face grows when he sees the stage when the barman is at his elbow

'You here for the open mic night? You look the type anyway'

Eddie turns to face the man, certain that this is a place he is coming back to

'Not this time, but sign me up for the next one'

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It’s a few months down the line and Eddie is a regular, carved himself a spot on the stage in this evidently accepting and thriving gay bar.

He is gearing up to go out, ready to pour his heart out after seeing Steve pick Nancy up and spin her around, his whole mood souring and the overwhelming pain and sadness sitting low in his stomach. It had been manageable up until then, difficult sure, but manageable. So tonight is the night.

He walks up to the mic to familiar cheers and heckles; he always has such a varied set but never a bad word said about him. Eddie gets himself settled on the stool, acoustic guitar in hand and without giving himself a chance to look at the crowd he starts with the opening notes to Jolene and silence spreads across the audience. Eddie gives it everything, holding nothing back and the bar patrons join him in the chorus. He puts all his sadness into his performance, catharsis in its purest form. He aches and the audience aches with him, it finally feels good.

He looks up then and makes eye contact with the girl that has broken him. Nancy Wheeler stares at him across the bar, she stands in a gap in Eddie's eye line, somehow with nobody in front of her. Sad eyes seeing something in Eddie he never planned on sharing with her. He looks down immediately, not wanting to completely self-destruct in the middle of his set. But that's when he catches Nancy's hand, Nancy's occupied hand holding another hand. A distinctly non-masculine hand. He looks back up. Robin Buckley? Holding hands with Nancy Wheeler? Eddie has to park that thought, can’t let it into his mind when he has his set to finish but it finds a place to sit, to be addressed later, he's curious, not hopeful but definitely interested in this turn of events.

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He finishes his set to applause and takes an ostentatious bow, packs up his stuff and shuffles off to the bar, hoping to get a drink and think about what he saw. Eddie manages to get to the bar when Nancy intercepts him, Robin in tow. He should have known she wouldn't ignore him, not when Eddie has actually been in her house, made small talk during the summers when the school couldn't be used for Hellfire and Mike's house was the only available spot.

'Hi Eddie, I just wanted to say, WE both wanted to say, that was great. Really great. Right Robin?'

Robin swings forward, hand still attached to Nancy's and starts to talk, going over Eddie's playing, song choices and then the cover of Jolene. Both her and Nancy change their body language at that lean close, soften their eyes, seem to pick up on something Eddie was showing but not telling.

The thing is, Eddie knew about Robin, they'd had talks in the band room cupboard, tentative at the start but then more open as time went on. They had a trust between each other that neither took lightly. And because of that, Eddie felt protective of Robin, doesn't want to see her hurt when she has clearly opened herself up to somebody new.

Just then Robin shoots off, says something about the bathroom which leaves Eddie and Nancy together. Eddie doesn't really know what to do with himself, doesn't want to talk to the girl that is responsible for his heartache but also doesn't want to let the opportunity to protect his friend go. So he doesn't think, just throws himself in at the deep end and hopes for the best

'You know Ms Wheeler, never thought I'd see you in the kind of place. Taking a walk on the wild side before returning to your castle?' It's not nice but it’s not overly hostile, he hopes

'Yeah, well Robin wanted to come and I thought it might be fun. Let her show me the ropes a bit'

Eddie raises an eyebrow at this

'Wouldn't it be better to come here with your boyfriend? Does he even know you are here or you just here to get some kick from Buckley where nobody can see you? Go back to you 'normal' life in the morning?'

To her credit, Nancy doesn't get angry, raises her head to look Eddie directly in the eye and begins to speak but is interrupted by Robin making a reappearance next to Nancy and then, much to Eddie's horror, a voice comes from behind him

'Ah the love bird reunited at last, don't know how you survived without breathing the same air quite honestly'

'Oh, shut up dingus, I know for a fact that you are disgustingly co-dependent so don't even start'

And that's when Steve fucking Harrington comes up to Eddie's side, places an arm on his bicep and squeezes

'Hey man, you were amazing. That Dolly cover? Goosebumps dude! I'd love to hear more if you know any of her others?'

Steve is leaning in close to Eddie, he is smiling at Eddie, he has his hand ON Eddie's arm. Eddie...may have misinterpreted some things.

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It's another few months down the line and Eddie is about to step on stage at his familiar open mic night. He walks up on stage, electric guitar this time, plugs it in and tunes up, not giving the crowd any attention. Then, when he feels ready, his eyes are up and he finds the familiar pair in the crowd. Steve.

Turns out the time he and Nancy had been spending together was to plan romancing Robin and the spinning? That was when Nancy had finally secured a date. He feels silly for it now but hey, worked out in the end, right?

Eddie smiles wide, gets close to the mic so it’s almost muffled

'Stevie darlin', this ones for you'

And Eddie starts Dolly Parton's 'Baby I'm burning' as the audience gets up on their feet and Nancy pulls Robin and Steve onto the dance floor. It's loud and it's fun and Eddie doesn't stop grinning the whole time, smile evident in his voice as he sings and he sends his thanks out to Dolly.

#HELLO THANK YOU FOR THIS!!! #I hope this is okay!!! #I am very much not American so please forgive me #I wish I could weigh in more on southern eddie because I love that idea #I could have gone full fic length on this ngl but stopped myself because who needs that on an ask #anyway!! thank you!!! hope you’ve had a good Tuesday!!! #and thank you AGAIN!! #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #ask #ps Eddie and Steve definitely do island in the stream at some point and the crowd goes wild #finally getting Steve on stage after Eddie’s constant reverse hecking #Robin and Nancy are front row and do the whole pretending to be groupies

[podsn]

With much excitement and sadness as the same time today is our final Ahsoka Tuesday. I’m so ready for it. LETS GOOO ITS AHSOKA TUESDAY.

#genuinely can’t explain how much I loved this show #I love how much everyone also loved it #it’s been a very exciting time in the fandom the past 2 months #still hoping we get a season 2 but idk when that would be #anyways I’m hyped for this finale #tano tuesday #ahsoka #the ahsoka series #the ahsoka show #ahsoka show #ahsoka series #ahsoka tano #sabine wren #ezra bridger #shin hati #baylan skoll #anakin skywalker #hera syndulla #Thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #huyang #Star Wars

[shoshiwrites]

Love a walk around the block after lunch thinkin about writing ideas. May revamp my masterpost after work too👀

#make it a little easier to parse #add the uh. current mota Things #maybe a new cover #also pondering a new theme but i love this one a lot #maybe just will add columns #anyway. i hope everyone is having a nice tuesday #shoshi.txt

[glowstone23b]

hey boris. check this out *throws your oc at you and sprints*

click for higher quality, tumblr eats it -_- and there's a couple still frames under the cut :)

Highly recommend following this blog also, they have SUCH GOOD ART!!!! Not just piglins but lots of hermitcraft/misc. mcyt as well as wonderful ocs. Give em a follow! vvv

@borisarticall @8orisporkfolio

#glowstone23b gif #glowstone23b art #piglin #piglin oc #minecraft #minecraft piglin #minecraft nether #nether #admiring your art style forever #Boris is so shaped i wanna hold his head in my hands #what a lovely design!!!! dude phenomenal #i hope you don't mine impromptu fanart you're like. one of the only other people posting in the piglin ocs tag besides like. the blogs that #have hildegard and zena #i forget the names off the top of my head #anyway happy (checks watch) happy tuesday!! :) #maybe I should make a tag for like. not my piglins #neighboring bastions #I think that’ll be it!

[lover-of-mine]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

I was tagged by @wikiangela and @giddyupbuck thank you 🫶🩷

It's been Tuesday for me for exactly 39 minutes but it is Tuesday so let's go kspakapakao. I've been annoying about the parts I've been choosing to post as snippets but you know, fuck it, have a portion of one of the waves of Buck's actual breakdown in the breakdown fic. (I don't have my computer this week and I've been typing away on my phone so this is coming to you with no grammar check sorry kapakaoak also I can't get all the links through the app but if you go to this snippet here every other snippet is linked, you can also check the buck breakdown fic tag on my blog but I ramble a lot in it lol)

Maybe it's crazy. Delusional. Naive. A silly little fantasy that existed in his mind since he was old enough to realize he was growing up in a house where something was missing, since he was old enough to always feel like there was something missing. The idea that whatever he was looking for was somewhere out there But Eddie settles that feeling. Makes him feel like he doesn't need to search the whole damn continent for something he couldn't even name. So maybe Eddie was the thing he kept trying to find. Maybe some higher force looked at them both and pulled the strings and played the cards. Led them to a parking lot and exploded ambulances to give Buck the one person he feels like he could never chase away. Because Eddie always stayed. Through explosions and natural disasters, through Buck's impulsivity, insecurities, bad decisions and all the rest. Through boring days, good days, bad days and worse days. And it's not like he ever expected Eddie to be what fixes him. He just feels like he's not broken beyond repair when he's around. Like there's hope for him after all. Because sometimes he wants to stop fighting. Wants to let everything that happened to him pull him under and never come back up for air. Wants to crack under the weight of parents who resented him for failing to save the son they really wanted, of the brother he never got to meet, of growing up chasing whatever attention he could get to make up for an empty house haunted by a ghost he didn't know was there, of the sleepless nights driving around the country wondering if he would ever feel like he can stop running, of being left behind by everyone he loves, of almost losing the kid he loves more than he thought was possible until he did. Under the weight of red snow, a truck exploding, blood clots, a giant wave, a lightning strike, a whole bridge collapsing under his feet. Under the weight of 45 feet of mud, of the taste of blood on his tongue, of the wood of a door cracking under his shoulder. Because it feels like too much every time he tries to look at any of it too closely.

Imma tag @alyxmastershipper @housewifebuck @bucks118 @disasterbuckdiaz @cowboy-buck if they feel like sharing something today 🩷🩷

#tease tidbit tuesday #writing #buck breakdown fic #911 wip #buddie wip #did you guys know i love this fic akpakapakapaka #its been hard to spend this much time on bucks head #BUT GOD I LOVE IT HERE #i hope i can make justice to the idea in my head #anyway have this

[thetomorrowshow]

mirrors

empires superpowers au

another esh au for ya :) this story takes place about 4 months after the end of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: poor self-image, scars, past abuse

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Jimmy shouldn’t look at the mirror for too long.

He knows this. He knows that he has bad mirror days, and that mirrors are always risky anyways, but this morning he gets out of the shower and just stares at himself.

He’s horrendous.

From the electrical burn down his side and inner thighs to the neat letters across his chest that read Property of Xornoth, every part of his body is horrible. He finds each iteration of the word Pet, each place where skin was grafted, each slash of a knife. If he cranes his neck around, he can see in his peripheral the blurry image of whip marks that criss-cross his back, the last few letters of the curious little bird scars.

And as Jimmy stares at the marks, eyes boring into the place on his stomach where PET is spelled out in big letters, he can’t help but feel the world tilt a little.

He’s a pet. He’s a bad pet. He left his master and tried to live a life like a normal person, but he can never be normal. He’s never been normal. He needs a master, he needs his master.

His master—Xornoth is dead, Jimmy tells himself firmly. He’s not—he’s not a pet. He’s Scott’s boyfriend, and he’s his own person, and. . . .

Pet. Property of Xornoth. It hurts. It hurts Jimmy’s head to look at, feeling wrong and right all at once. He’s a pet. He’s—he’s Jimmy. The Canary. No. Not the Canary. Solidarity. No, just Jimmy. Well, Solidarity in emergencies.

Solidarity happens sometimes. If he’s Solidarity sometimes, that means he’s not Jimmy all of the time. He’s Jimmy sometimes. He’s a pet sometimes. He doesn’t—he needs—

“Jimmy?”

Pet. Curious little bird. Mine. Pet. Property of Xornoth. Pet.

There’s a knock on the bathroom door. Jimmy jolts for a second, takes in his surroundings. He’s—he’s . . . pet. Property of Xornoth. Pet.

“I’m coming in, I need to brush . . . Jimmy?”

Jimmy doesn’t quite manage to tear his eyes away from the mirror, where they’re fixated on his scars. He swallows around the lump in his throat and one hand comes up from where it rests at his side, lightly tracing the three letters on his stomach.

“Okay, we’re not going to do that today,” someone grunts, and then Jimmy’s being gently pivoted until the mirror is totally out of his view and he’s—

He’s in the hallway of his house. His house he has with Scott. Scott’s beside him, has just walked him out here.

His eyes fall down to his stomach, to the skin graft scar just above his knee and the letters above the other one—the burn down his side and the letters down his front—

Then he’s hit in the face with something soft and he automatically puts his hands out to catch it, finding a shirt. Sweatpants hit him a moment later.

“As much as I enjoy the view, you’ll feel better with clothes on,” Scott tells him, and Jimmy knows he’s right. He pulls the shirt (long-sleeved, bless Scott) over his head, then wriggles into the sweatpants, all in the middle of the hall while Scott brushes his teeth behind him.

It’s like a band has been removed from around his chest and he can begin to breathe again. Breathe he does, and the world tilts again and goes blurry for a second and he realizes just what had happened.

He groans, sinks down against the wall until he’s landed on the floor. Scott shoots him a sympathetic look, swishes and spits into the sink. “Doing better?”

“I’m tired now,” Jimmy grumbles. “I just got up. The shower woke me up, and now I’m tired again. This sucks.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Scott says in between rinsing out his mouth. “This is the fourth time in two weeks, though. Should we pin the towel over the mirror again?”

A towel had been pinned over the mirror during the early days of Jimmy’s recovery. Seeing himself had launched him into a panic attack regularly, so discussions with his therapist had led to this suggestion. They’d removed the towel just a month ago.

“I guess.” Jimmy sighs loudly, scrubs at his eyes. “I thought I was getting better.”

“You know what Nora says. Recovery—”

“—isn’t linear, yeah, I know,” Jimmy finishes. He just wishes it was. “Two steps forward, one step back and all that. We sure that scar treatment isn’t an option?”

Scott hums, looking over at Jimmy from where he’s rubbing lotion into his face. “It might be, but you’d have to let a doctor examine the scars first. And I don’t think we’re there, yet.”

He’s right. Jimmy had had to be doped up to even tolerate a dentist appointment last month (which had led to a bad spiral of feeling like an animal taken to the vet). He hasn’t set foot in a hospital or doctor’s office since that first month after getting out, and that month had been a long blur of distress and additional trauma.

“If it helps, I love the way you look,” offers Scott, exiting the bathroom to sit on the floor beside Jimmy. “Scars or no, you are a snack.”

Jimmy snickers, shoves him playfully. “Thanks, but that wasn’t the problem today. It was just . . .” he gestures helplessly, “just the words. The whole . . . ownership feeling. It sucks.”

Scott’s quiet for a moment before murmuring, “I’m sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Jimmy shrugs him off. “‘S just my brain being stupid. I don’t believe it—” doesn’t he?— “but it sucks. I’ll be okay, really.”

Scott doesn’t look too sure about that, but he gives Jimmy a quick peck on the lips and stands, stretches. “I’ve got to head out on patrol, but give me a call if you need anything, yeah?”

Jimmy nods—believably, he hopes. He stands as well, follows Scott back to the bedroom, sprawls out across the bed and watches Scott get dressed. He wolf-whistles loudly when Scott pulls off his nightshirt, showing off his defined abs, then even louder when he slowly strips his sweatpants off, waggling his eyebrows seductively.

“Woo! Major, you’re so dreamy!” Jimmy cheers in a high-pitched voice. Scott snorts in laughter, takes a few more moments to spin slowly, then gets back to actually getting ready for work.

“Love you!” he calls over his shoulder, securing his cape in place, as he leaves the bedroom.

“Hey!” Scott pokes his head back around the corner, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yes, love?”

Jimmy crosses his arms, sticks out his bottom lip. Scott knows what he’s done. It’s a crime. Jimmy should have him arrested.

He takes pity on Jimmy after a moment, swooping back in for a long kiss before sliding out of the room.

“Love you!” Jimmy shouts after him. He hears a kissing sound, then the front door slamming.

And he’s alone. Alone with the marks on his skin.

If Jimmy was stronger, actually recovering properly, he’d call his therapist, ask for an appointment sooner than Friday. But Jimmy’s not strong. He’s never been strong. He was easy to break, after all.

He traces the letters on his stomach, hidden by one thin layer of clothing. He’s not free yet. He may never be free.

#empires smp #empires smp fanfic #flower husbands #empires superpowers au #esh au #mas writes #011023 #well gosh darn dang if it ain't tuesday #i mean. i hope this queue function works and it posts on a tuesday #be a bit awkward if that didn't work out #i accidentally posted this for a split second actually #i deleted it asap #so if you saw it and then it disappeared and now you think ur going crazy #that's my bad #but anyways lmk what you think #love you guys!

[honeydots]

If you want another prompt: ❛ because i care about you, okay? ❜ Leokumi

"Because I care about you, okay?" 1.2k, leokumi (background xanlow) from this ask game

Takumi is sick in Nohr, and he hates it.

He’s laying here, in one of their hugely fluffy Nohrian beds, wrapped in blankets and feeling gross. He was already cold, but now he’s shivering, and the air tastes weird. It’s an all around bad experience. He’d rather be sick anywhere else.

Leo’s decided to just hang out with him while he’s dying here, for whatever reason, working on something on a desk near Takumi’s bed. It’s seriously embarrassing enough that everyone knows Takumi got sick, Leo doesn’t have to stick around and watch him roll through the covers miserably.

That’s exactly what Takumi’s doing, too. He groans, and he flops onto his side, as if facing the left will make him any less sick than facing the right might. “I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that weird fruit,” he mumbles, pulling his knees closer to his chest.

Last night, Takumi had a typical Nohrian dinner—which is to say it was pretty damn atypical for Takumi’s tastes. And ultimately it was fine, just not what he’s used to, but there was this one thing. A Nohrian fruit with a skin covered in bumps to peel off, that was mushy and sweet to eat. And he didn’t hate that either, but he had a bad feeling about it.

“We don’t know it was the food, you know,” Leo comments, obviously not working and rather eying Takumi with his legs crossed. Takumi squints at him.

“I ate it, and now I feel sick. What part of that doesn’t point to the food?”

Leo shrugs at him, of all things. It isn’t Takumi’s fault Leo fed him something weird. Takumi shuffles more under the blankets, feeling just as gross but also moody.

Leo, still not working on whatever it is he’s working on, leans forward in his chair. “Have you been able to stomach anything I gave you?” he asks. Takumi frowns, and he glances over at the plate of food Leo offered earlier. Much more simple stuff, easy grains and soup. Takumi sighs.

“Kind of,” he says. “The crackers were okay.” His stomach is in complete knots, and those were basically the only things that didn’t make it worse. But he can’t say he has an appetite anyway.

Leo hums. “The water?”

“Don’t want it.” Which makes Leo frown.

“Not even a sip?”

“Later, okay, I don’t want to vomit.” Mostly Takumi doesn’t want to have to sit up to drink it, actually. Leo gives him such a look, too, like he knows. Takumi gives him a look right back. “What’s with you?”

Leo raises an eyebrow. “How do you mean?”

“You’re being pushy.” Which doesn’t seem to bother Leo as much as Takumi would’ve liked it to. Annoying. “Go somewhere else. I don’t get why you’re sitting in here with me.”

Leo, pretty pointedly, does not get up. “Because I care about you. Or is that not allowed?” he says, which is also annoying. Leo turns to his work, still clearly not intending to leave, and then glances back to Takumi. “Just drink the water.”

Takumi scrunches his nose. But he’s too sick to think of a retort, so he shuffles up onto his forearms and finally takes his drink. And yeah, it’s nice, whatever. It doesn’t cure him or anything. But it’s about as tolerable as the crackers were.

It’s almost more irritating that Leo doesn’t give Takumi a haughty look, but instead just an average one. “You should probably sleep, too.”

Takumi scoots back into the covers. “I’m too tired to sleep.”

“Interesting. Any other hypocrisies you’d like to share?”

It’s a lot easier to deal with Leo when he’s being himself. “You’re such a pain.” Takumi barely knows what to do otherwise. Especially while he’s sick—which is also why Leo’s being weird, for sure, so this is just a useless situation all around.

Takumi does mean it when he says he’s too tired to sleep. It won’t work, plainly, he’s just stuck staring at the ceiling feeling miserable. He’d love to pass out and get better so then hopefully Leo will stop being nice to him because it’s intolerable—but he’s stuck conscious.

So, he flips around again, and also flips his pillow, and tries to look at the papers on Leo’s desk. “What are you working on, even?” he asks. Leo looks his way briefly, then sighs, finishing a sentence before he puts his quill down.

“It’s for Camilla,” he explains, rubbing his fingers absently. “It’s this orphanage program she’s trying to put forward. I’m giving her some financial estimates.”

Takumi blinks. “Oh yeah?” Takumi wouldn’t have guessed, exactly, but that’s not unexpected for Camilla. Leo nods.

“She’s always been interested in developing one. But… Ever since Siegbert was born, she’s just been—I don’t know. I wouldn’t call it baby fever, but it’s something similar.” And then Leo starts working again, just like that.

Takumi guesses it is pretty significant to have a baby around the palace. People were freaking out when Shiro was born, Takumi included. He’s still kind of freaking out about that. It’s been a little while now, though.

“Their other kid is close, right?” Takumi asks, then elaborates more. “Your brother and Laslow's.” Takumi’s met Siegbert a few times, and he’s cute, but it felt like he’d barely been around long before it was announced they were having another. Takumi doubts Ryoma’s going to have more, since Shiro’s already a rascal as a not-even-one year old. But Siegbert’s been calm whenever Takumi’s met him, so. Maybe that spurred them on.

“Quite,” Leo says. He looks away, out towards the door. “I wonder if you’ll be here when it’s born.”

Kids are something that seem really far away from Takumi. He’s too sick to even think about it long. It was crazy enough to suddenly have a nephew. There’s a weird way things have felt like they’re moving both faster and slower, now that there isn’t a war to worry about. And to be honest, Takumi’s not in the mood to go fast.

Leo tilts his head, looking thoughtful. “You know. I think Laslow might’ve gotten sick when he ate that fruit for the first time,” he says. “Maybe it’s something you acquire a tolerance to.”

Takumi, feeling right but way too sick to appreciate it, huffs. “Don’t feed it to me again, then.”

“You only gain tolerance by repeating the process, you know.”

“What if I’m just allergic? I don’t want it,” Takumi says back, not eager to experience this stomachache again. “I’m not sure I liked it enough to really want to try, anyway.”

Leo gives him a ghost of a grin, then gets back into his financial whatever. “I really think you should sleep,” he says. Takumi buzzes his lips and pulls the covers over him more.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, mind getting foggier by the second. He might be too tired not to sleep now, thank goodness. “Wake me up when the baby’s born.”

And—it’s kind of nice. The last thing Takumi hears before he drifts off is Leo’s light chuckle, and the sounds of quill on paper.

And he really, seriously, barely even thinks about the kid stuff.

#thank you for the request!!! i hope you like it hehe #i know u also sent in that xanlow one before this but i decided i wanted to finish on xanlow so im gonna do that one tomorrow~ #or possibly wednesday since my semester begins tomorrow and i have less classes on wednesday than tuesday #BUT it's comin. its comin. im cookin. #dfjsdjfskdf anyway to talk about THIS fic #sickfic!!! sickfic!!! #and bg xanlow cause. i said so. #dfjskdfjs #just a little thang. little chat. i love aimless chats they make me gooey #anywho thank u again~~!! this was fun and im excited to do the last one :3c #dots writing games #dots answers asks #antivanwine14

[inkykeiji]

would touya-nii hold my hand while i’m at the doctors getting shtuff done with needles because he knows i’m genuinely scared and upset or would he just be mean to me and call me a baby :(

omg anon bb!!! of course he would hold your hand, especially if he knew you were genuinely upset <333 he might tease you juuust a lil, but nothing super mean or rude :( he just thinks it’s so fucking cute, how terrified you are, finds it so pathetically precious, the way your face scrunches up in an anticipatory wince, the way both your hands curl around one of his wrists, hugging his arm to your chest like it’s your favourite teddy, cheek nuzzled against his bicep as the needle goes in <3

so he’s petting your hair, the kisses dropped to the crown of your head stitching together his murmured out sentiments, a tangle of syrupy coos and condescensions warm and gooey as they seep into your scalp <3 you’re doing so good, baby and that’s it, it’s almost over, just a little more and such a brave little sister i have, niichan is so proud of you <3

#HEHEHE <3 #to be fair i am genuinely petrified of needles as well so i feel u anon #i cry every single time i get blood taken WITHOUT FAIL i am not even exaggerating #i cry every time #i hate it #my veins are so tiny that they usually use baby needles on me unless i'm at the hospital :( #anyway!! he would be mostly nice <3 #i love him!!!! #i hope ur having a good tuesday anon! <3 #stay safe n stay hydrated bb #touya nii universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[confinesofmy]

what you have to understand about my weather-related complaints is that my ancient house really wants to be within 15° of the outdoors. like it really, really wants that so, so bad. and after it's gotten its way it takes several hours to convince it to stop. so when i say "aw man it's getting down in the teens tonight," i am saying it is going to be 30° in the room where i sleep when i wake up and it will stay in the 30s for my first hour of wakefulness while i get ready for the day.

maybe i have misunderstood what is considered normal in colder climates but i don't think you would like to experience what i am experiencing actually. i don't think this would be any nicer for you than it is for me.

#when it comes to outdoor temps i fully understand what you guys are talking about #i DO believe it may be enviable to you that the high for tuesday is 40° when you're experiencing numbers in the negatives #but #and please do correct me if i'm wrong i mean that #i don't think y'all are just chilling in 40° temps in y'all's homes. #that's Different. i'm launching a Complaint. this is not Normal. #you Don't want this and i don't think you would trade me because it would be a Bad Trade For You #would it not #anyway love you guys i hope i'm right and you are warmer than me #because this fucking sucks #adam talks too much

[coldercreation]

Would you mind posting an update on what snippets are in the works rn?<33 Like which are indefinitely on hold, which prompts (or like how many) you’re working on etc? Can’t wait for the next one!

Ohh hmm, let’s see!

I have a bunch of unfinished things floating about, I tend to start new ones whenever I’m stuck writing something or just get a brief idea in my head. Usually, whenever I get a prompt, I write down whatever comes to mind for that. These unfinished docs I have are anything between like a single sentence to a few thousand words.

These are all WIPs and I keep adding stuff whenever the inspiration strikes, and basically everything I write has been inspired by a bunch of different prompts! 

In no particular order:

The Sad!Kitty story.

A very AU version where Isac's meeting Lit for the first time, out on a night out. He’s just on a demon rampage bc he wants to have sex for the first time lmao this prompt was so creative and funny, love it<3

Nathan trying to celebrate an achievement only to feel dismayed bc his mum is… his mum (she’s happy for him but Nathan still ends up feeling like it isn’t a big deal after all. Too many feels to explain here lol). He protest-buys himself a chocolate cupcake and sticks a candle in it. It’s more of a feel-good one than it sounds here.

Pretty early on into their relationship, Kit comes home from work to find Nat in pre-heat and starting to nest. I have posted a text conversation from the beginning of this snippet.

Alpha!Nat AU: “Ok if you’re doing AUs, how about some twists: Nat growing up in a pack w the boys, as an alpha, with no og hurt background? What would he be like? What would the pack and the dynamic be like? Maybe his first rut w them? (—)”

Literally just a couple of lines of Nat being all blushy and thinking how Kit is so handsome, and then saying it out loud when called out for staring. 

Lizzy snippet, just them hanging out when they were still just getting to know each other. I have posted bits of this at some point too.

Nat being a good boi and doing more kneeling, but also finally getting to satisfy his curiosity for using his mouth. 

Lithan, basically the As just getting handsy with a sleepy Nat. I should start a sleepy boys being filthy soft on the couch -series at this rate hahhaah

Litzy meeting Sammy for the first time

Izzy having a panic attack over uncertainty with his birth control :( This one is just a few lines and I don’t like writing it bc I hate feeling Isac like that. The prompt asked for Isac having something rough happen & how he'd react, and I figured it’d be a good way to explore his issues with this topic. It was not a good idea I hate it why did I think I should scare him with one of his biggest fears horrible let my bunny be happy!!! 

Link visiting Nathan’s family

Link visiting Liam and Kit’s home town/families. <-This doc basically only has this one line. 

Izzy coaxing Nat into wearing some pretty underwear because he knows the As would pass out. Nat’s not personally that into wearing anything like that but he’s not against it and finds out that he’s very much into the reaction he gets lmao

More stuff with Nat’s friends

Some less specific angsty Nat snippets/notes

A filthy prompt-fill for the filthyspicy anon who wanted some spicy free use Nat. Anon you are filthy and I love you hahaha<3 

Liam getting teamed up on by everyone else until he’s all whiny and babie and loved to death. Or well, it’s mainly Kizzy bullying him while Nat is being v helpful and a good boy, and doing what he’s told to keep wriggly Liam in place. Heavily based on a prompt as well.

Izzy’s heat/preheat/nesting/instinct stuff, nothing specific in this yet, I just want to write more about it at some point

Haven’t started this but I do want to write more about the Lizzy dynamic where Isac/his O is the more dominant all the way through

Ohh and I have a couple of lines of some more Lucy and Nat just hanging out but I don’t know what to write for it so it’s just… there.

I have some more but these were the ones I could easily see just by opening my docs.

SO uh yeah. I keep trying hahahah I’m just having a hard time completing things :’) These are all technically actively in the works, so nothing is on hold, but my 'actively' has been a bit ehhh xx

#This was fun! #Thank you for the ask!<3 #Think it made me feel a bit better to see how much I've actually worked on these #Bc sometimes I feel like I've only DONE something if it's completed and posted yk? #But that's not really true #now is it brain??? #heh #Anyway #Hope you've had a lovely Tuesday<3

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

promo pics for la monnaie de munt’s new production of henry viii are out and a) they look good and b) they look like every single other production olivier py has ever directed

#also it looks like he’s borrowing the genève les huguenots concept of making a historical film. hmm. #okay i hope it goes better in this production than it did in that one (which to be clear he didn’t direct. his huguenots prod was better.) #opera tag #opera #henry viii #camille saint saëns #saint saëns #camille saint-saëns #saint-saëns #la monnaie de munt #olivier py #anyway this is gonna be streamed on operavision next tuesday (the 16th) y’all should watch i love this opera

[allylikethecat]

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: The 1975 (Band), Taylor Swift (Musician) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: George Daniel/Matthew Healy, Matthew Healy/Taylor Swift, Matthew Healy&Taylor Swift, Karlie Kloss/Taylor Swift Characters: Taylor Swift, Matthew Healy, Selena Gomez, Jack Antonoff, Karlie Kloss Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Eating Disorders Summary:

“As I was saying, after the incident at your concert last night,” Tree restarted and Matty opened his mouth as if to question what the incident was, but was silenced by a glare from Jamie. “We need to move the speculation away from Taylor’s relationship with Karlie, and what many are claiming was a heated kiss shared between them, and onto her relationship with a new male suitor. Which is you.”

“Me?!” Matty exclaimed, bursting out laughing, it seemed his role in the cluster fuck had finally clicked. “You want Taylor Fucking Swift to pretend to date me, to save her image, because she got caught kissing her girlfriend at one of our gigs?” He ran his fingers through his hair, laughing even harder. “Are you guys aware that I am a raging alcoholic with a slight drug problem? I don’t think being linked to me will help rehabilitate anyones image.”

#Allylikethecat #You Know Where the City Is #Happy Tuesday #Matty x Taylor 2014 Fake Dating AU #Matty fic #Gatty #keep it kind #please please please let me know your thoughts on this one!! #im really excited about the George appearance #ALSO if anyone wants to drop a comment on AO3 i will love you forever #no one commented last chapter on AO3 and it's giving me a complex #if not i understand but alas i am also needy and insecure #anyway thank you for reading!! #i hope you like this one!