#i hate the joke they made about him and im aware they gave him dreads to make the joke make more sense

[sensacetionalshady]

deadpool 2 you fucked up my boy so bad but y'know what? fuck your cultural appropriation joke, he looks good in long dreads

need to write a fic before dp3 comes out about how he did survive and actually he got his wood grafts and he's coming to fuck cable up for ruining his body (and obviously teaming up with juggy)

#shady rambling #my art #digital art #scribbles #black tom cassidy #i hate the joke they made about him and im aware they gave him dreads to make the joke make more sense #but like #wow i wonder why the black sheep of the cassidy clan would be called black #wow i wonder why the one person in his family with black hair would be distinguished by the color black #wow i wonder why tom would be named black tom by the og writers it's almost as if calling a black sheep what it is is pretty logical

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Fucking Periods

dont look at me im yearning and projecting and i wrote this in like three hours with breaks to go eat and reheat my hot pad

Warnings: talk of period pains/cramps/nausea, no graphic descriptions or blood mentioned, mention of wanting a hysterectomy (mood), joke about sacrificing children in exchange for period free life (also mood)

Trisskel (bc i love them)

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Triss groaned as she rolled over to fling an arm around Eskel’s waist. Her normal morning greeting cut off by the pulsing cramps in her abdomen and the awareness of a headache forming between her eyes. 

Fucking periods.

“Good morning to you too, beautiful,” Eskel hummed, kissing her silk scarf and earning a whimper in response, “Not feeling well?”

“I’d like to sacrifice some children to the devil for these cramps to go away,” she grumbled, burying her face in his chest as she clung to him a little tighter. 

“Then it’s a good thing we have the day off,” he murmured, bringing his hand to her lower back to add a little pressure and warmth, “Shall I make some calls on that sacrifice?” 

“Mhm,” she sighed, leaning into the bit of relief his hand gave her. 

Every other month was a bitch. One fucking ovary just hated Triss more than the other and it took its vengeance like no other. Last month had been fine, a cake walk even, so Triss expected to spend the rest of the day on the bathroom floor. 

Eskel gently extracted himself from her full body grasp, whispering something about coffee and being back soon, but Triss was already trying to force herself back to sleep so she didn’t quite catch it. What she was aware of was him returning with coffee, a muffin, excedrin, and a hot water bottle. 

“C’mon bug. Eat and take something before the nausea hits,” Eskel insisted, crawling in bed behind her and hoisting her into his lap still half asleep. 

“But sleep?”

“We can nap after we get ahead of the worst of it.”

Triss sighed and peeled her eyes open with a sense of dreaded finality. She nibbled at the muffin, still curled up in a ball and tucked under Eskel’s chin as he held the hot water bottle to her lower back. If the pressure in her stomach wasn’t slowly building past discomfort into actual pain, she’d have been rather thrilled to be spending a lazy morning with her boyfriend and a cup of coffee in bed. As it were, she ate just enough to take the painkillers without risking extra nausea. 

Almost as soon as she’d taken them, that specific brand of cramp hit and she sighed, leaning into Eskel’s embrace just a bit more while she could, “Will you make me get out of bed?”

“I’d carry you if you needed,” Eskel hummed, once again kissing the top of her scarf swathed head. 

She giggled and scrunched her nose, “Please don’t carry me to the bathroom. I’m not that ill and that’s very not sexy.” 

“Hmm, I disagree,” Eskel gave her a little squeeze before he hoisted her off his lap toward the edge of the bed. 

As she pitched forward to stand, the stabbing pain in her abdomen got even worse and she grunted in response. Of fucking course walking would hurt today. 

Eskel called after her as she trudged toward the bathroom, “Do you want real food?”

“I want a hysterectomy.”

“Donuts then.” 

When Triss emerged from the bathroom, having boiled herself alive in the hottest shower she could, she intended to flop back onto the bed, but Eskel had other plans. He wrapped her in a blanket and scooped her up as if she weighed nothing, earning a little squeal of surprise as he took off toward the living room. He feigned dropping her onto the couch, which got him a light smack to his chest as he gently lowered her into the little nest of blankets and snacks he’d set up while she was in the shower. 

“You really like carrying me huh?” Triss giggled as she extracted the towel from underneath her cocoon of blankets. 

Eskel made a noncommittal humming noise before working his way to sit behind her, nestling into the corner of the sectional for optimal snuggling or napping position. The warmth he radiated was better than the shower. Triss sighed and moved his arms to wrap around her shoulders as she leaned back into him. His bare chest pressed against her back was soothing in a way few things could match and every little stroke of his thumb over her skin was soft and comforting. Something was playing on the TV but she didn’t notice, just sank into his warmth and thanked any god there may or may not be that she’d found someone who would take care of her. 

#if i project hard enough do you think i can will an Eskel of my own into existence? #the witcher #the witcher fic #trisskel #trisskel fanfic #triss merigold #eskel #eskel the witcher #ive written enough fic for him i should find his last name lol #trisskel fluff #period tw #period comfort fic #trisskel period fic