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Depths in Despair - Megalosomnia

The Wrong Solution

This isn't quite chapter 2, it's a little further in to the story. Not as far in as the heat fic is going to be, as this is pretty early into their relationship. I'll probably appropriately chapter it once I get there. But for now?

Welcome to my discombobulated order of how I write shit.

But I wrote this out entirely today, no beta no proofreading we die like fucking men over here. It's some juicy introspective into how Sonia thinks, as well as a sleep deprived Baggs.

CW: Some potentially warranted flirting, some questionably consensual kissing, some recalled sexual trauma, some bad ways of coping with said trauma.

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You entered the elevator, and pressed the button for the floor you were headed to. 

You carried a tray of coffee, with some nice biscuits glazed with cream cheese for your master, Baggs.

You knew he had a tendency to skip meals frequently, always so engrossed in his work that he forgets to tend to his body’s needs. So, perhaps a nice sweet treat ought to help him perk up!

Granted, you couldn’t be too hard on him for that. A good story, a good game, tends to have the same effect on you. It would be nice if you yourself could put that drive towards something as amazing and useful as Master does. 

Your excitement and cheer grew by the minute. Truly, you felt blessed to get to deliver things to Baggs. Seeing him made your SOUL feel like it’d flutter out of your chest, just to snuggle up on his lap like a kitty!

It was certainly a highlight of your day. Not that helping out Cecilia and Frederick wasn’t enjoyable. It’s just… Getting to help Baggs felt so different. 

But, you wouldn’t want to push those feelings too much. What you had was merely… A little silly crush. Baggs had far more important things than you to focus on. And you would happily support him every step of the way, reward or none. 

As the elevator doors opened, you used your other hand to retrieve the keycard in your coat. Sliding it swiftly, before you entered into the main foyer of his office. 

You opened the door to his office, only to see him surprisingly absent. 

Not seeing him in here, you furrowed your brow. You chose to set down the tray on a table, and walked over to the right hand side of the foyer. Opening the door to his personal laboratory.

It was often that Baggs would work on things that he’d rather perform solo in here. Uninterrupted by other great minds or assistants. 

You were breaking an unspoken rule, coming into here. But when you saw Baggs slumped over one of the tables, your heart sank.

“M-MASTER!!” you cried out, wasting no time in rushing to his side. He was still, motionless, your heart felt like it would split in two.

Before his sudden movement made you feel like you’d have a heart-attack instead. 

Baggs’ arms swung back, as he leaned fully back in the office chair.

“I DIIIIIIIIIII~iiiiiiiiiid it~!” He slurred out. Making your shock return to concern once more.

He… Sounded drunk? You hadn’t known that Master liked alcoholic drinks… Perhaps you’d have to mix him one sometime, for… Well, when he wasn’t working… 

Which was never. Your daydreams march on another day.

“I… I’m so glad, Master! I… Are you okay? W-What did you do?”

Baggs’ started giggling, like some unhinged combination of a gremlin, and a mad scientist. He reached up, and grabbed onto the lapels of your coat. Partially pulling you down, and partially pulling him up, as he excitedly explained;  

“I’ve… I’ve SUCCESSFULLY currrred my problem! I’ve made a tincture that shhhould ensure I nnnnnnnEVER have to sleep again~!” Baggs proudly proclaimed with drunken pride. 

That… That sounded incredible! You quickly questioned whether or not you could have some.. But then the sudden woeful realization on Baggs’ face had you concerned.

“... Ohhhh my starssss… I’m a buffoon, I’m an absolute buffoon…” he lamented, before plopping his face down in your chest in defeat. Muffled miserable whines came out from where his face had become well acquainted with your chest.

You blinked, staring at him. Or the top of his head, rather. 

“Um… Master, I.. I don’t follow.” You uttered.

Baggs lifted his head, to look back into your eyes. You could see just how… Fuzzy his eyelights looked. 

“That’s the exact opposite of what I was trying to makeeee…” he whined. 

“ I got soooooo caught up in analyzing a formula, in an a-atee–attemm– attempt to create an antidote… That I wwwworked myself into a big circle, forgetting the key component… Of what the symptom to be cured is.” Baggs slurred out. 

Your confusion only grew.

“S… So you accidentally made a stimulant rather than a sedative, which is what you were originally trying for…” You clarified.

Baggs just plopped his face right back down into your cleavage. “Yesssss.. I diiiid…” he pathetically whined, muffled once more by your breasts. 

You sighed softly, smiling a bit in amusement. Your hands gingerly patted the back of his head, as your other arm went to hug around him. Poor guy…

“Mmmm a fool, a buufffooon, a frauuud–” 

Oh no, you were gonna cut that off right quick.

“Master, everyone makes mistakes… It’s part of being alive. This is just a small little misstep, towards g-greater things…”

Baggs’ head lifted only slightly, just to look at you. And stars, you knew he always looked tired, but this was next level. 

“Yyyymeeean it…?”

You snorted, you couldn’t deny that he was being absolutely adorable right now.

“Of course~. I mean, h-heck. One time I confidently read off the definition for ‘pussy’ rather than ‘pussycat’ in a call with friends.” You recounted, still feeling embarrassment over that. 

Baggs gave a pause, before erupting into muffled laughter. Leaning his head back for a moment to get air… Just to start laughing again.

“... And see, it’s embarrassing. But if I can make you laugh with it, then something good came of it~.” You chimed, before watching Baggs’ head swan dive back down, to muffle his laughter in your chest again. 

You gently sighed, and softly patted his head. After a bit, his laughter died down. You felt his arms curl around you, a blush swiftly dusting your cheeks.

“Mmmmhhmhmmmm~... I liiike this… this is my happy place nowwww~...” You heard him muffledly comment. 

You rolled your eyes, with a smirk. Well… At least the damn orbs of fat on your chest were serving some use. Put ‘happy place’ next to ‘cat shelf’ and ‘plate holder’ in things having a large chest were actually useful for.

 

“Well, I’m glad I can provide some comfort for you in this time of need… But if I may, um… I don’t think that alcohol is the greatest solution for working on research, Master…” You commented, his drunken state made it no wonder as to why he got turned around in his work. 

Baggs slowly raised his head, to look up in confusion at you.

“A… Alllcohol? Who said anything about alcohol…??” Baggs mumbled, one eyesocket a little more droopy than the other. 

You stared at him.

“... M-Master? I don’t know how to say this, but you are extremely intoxicated right now. Your speech a-and mannerisms are completely affected.” 

Baggs blinked, before he frowned. “I haven’t had–”

Stars, you’d heard that one a hundred times before. “Don’t say ‘I’m not drunk’, I’ve heard that one wayyyy too many times to–”

Baggs cut you off. “Pleashe. If I was drunk, you could smell the alcohol ohhh.. Ohnnmy breath…” he leaned closer, to prove his point. 

You… Didn’t particularly smell anything, anything other than the result of his flawless dental routine. Frankly speaking, it was nice. 

“... Well, I may no–”

 Opening your mouth may have been a mistake, as he wasted no time in pulling you into a kiss. A gasp, muffled by his mouth, escaped you. 

You blushed at the feeling of his tongue slipping into your mouth, his sweet saliva mixing and mingling with your own. Your legs quivered beneath you at the sensation, and how you desperately wanted to return passion in kind.

But a pang of guilt nagged in the back of your mind.

Even if he’s not drunk, he’s certainly not sober right now. 

You caved to your desires for a short bit, softly sucking on his tongue. 

And just as you sought to return the passion, Baggs pulled away. Licking his teeth with a cocky smirk. 

“And if I had alcohol, you’d absoolutely taste it.” He confidently slurred.

You shuddered, and sank to your knees. Mind racing. You could absolutely go for more of that, you longed for more than that…

He’ll come to regret it. Once he’s back to himself, he’ll remember this, and shudder at the memory…

He wouldn’t feel the same towards you. 

He would never feel the same towards you. 

The doubts that filled your mind, sobered you enough. 

“U-Um… Either way, w-what I came in here to get y-you for–” 

Baggs looked a tad confused, even in his inebriated state. 

“I– yeeesss.. Thisss is my pppersshon–personnnal– Persoonnnall lab. What aaare you doing in here forr?” Baggs commented, leaning close to you once more. 

You squeaked, blushing more as you averted eye contact. Not out of fear of his power, but merely out of not wanting to meet the gaze of the scientist of whom owned the restricted lab you mindlessly strolled into. 

Baggs simply cooed, and lightly took his index finger to flick your lower lip. Punctuating each word with a gentle flick. “You’re. Not. Supposed. To. Be. In. Here~.” he teased.

You lowered your head. Guilty as charged.

“N’awwwhh~... Don’t worryyy~... I can overlook this transssgresss… Transsgreshhion~...” Baggs slurred, giving a flirtatious smirk as he hooked his arms around the back of your neck. 

You wanted to, you wanted nothing more than to give in, to be there for him, to hold him close, to feel him kiss you again, to love him–

Static in your mind, 

Inebriation, 

confusion, 

muffled sounds. 

“Stop being a pussy, man. Go for it.”

“It’s not like she’ll remember it anyway.”

You weren’t going to do that to him. 

You couldn’t live with yourself if you became another awful person like those that hurt you.

You couldn’t do that to him if you cared about him.

You stood up.

Accidentally lifting Baggs up with you, as he dangled from you. He stared at you with a look of shock and confusion. 

You realized he must have been startled by your refusal of his advances. 

It’s for his own good.

“Um… I just, don’t want the coffee and biscuits I made for you to get cold.” You stammered out, giving a gentle smile. You moved your arms down to support his backside, carrying the light skeleton with ease. 

Baggs looked at you, searching your eyes for something… Upon not finding it, he flopped his head on your shoulder. Grumbling.

You gave a gentle sigh, carrying him out of his lab. Gingerly shutting the door behind you, and walking to his office. 

You listened to little huffs of frustration from him, a slurred mumble of ‘thank fffffuck no one can see this’, as you walked to his chair and carefully set him down at it. 

Baggs looked up at you, a slight melancholy in his expression. You held up an index finger, and walked back towards the foyer. 

“I– Are you not… Inn… Interested in me…?” You heard him slur out. 

You blinked, looking back towards him. Your heart ached, as he looked at you with such a sullen expression. 

“... Master. It’s because I care about you, that I can’t… I can’t do this.” You sighed, closing your eyes. “It’s just… Too risky, given your condition… I could… I could wind up seriously hurting you.” you explained, before ducking out into the foyer. 

Monsters were sensitive to emotions, moreso than any human. And without having any moment of such… Intimacy prior? You couldn’t honestly determine whether or not Baggs would actually want to do anything with you, or if it was just because you happened to be there during such a moment of inebriation…

Worse yet, you didn’t know that if you remembered… Those times, you’d be able to shield him from your own painful memories. 

Even remembering them yourself made your arms incredibly itchy.

You scooped up the tray, and walked back to the office. 

Baggs looked up at you immediately, before clearing his throat. You walked over and set down the tray in front of him. His fuzzy eyelights widened, as though you just served him up lobster and filet mignon. 

“Coffeee, and biscuitssss? Sonia, you’re a blllllesssssing on the underground…” Baggs practically moaned out, before hastily grabbing up one of the biscuits. Literally moaning in delight after taking a bite of the flaky biscuit. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sound. Under any other circumstances? You’d be overwhelmed by how delicious his moans sounded.

But, in his current state… Well, it was just too cute. 

You leaned over a bit, smiling. “Hungry~?” You chimed.

“Esstremely” Baggs responded, still chewing on the bite of biscuit he took. He washed it down with a sip of coffee. Which earned yet another contented moan from the man. 

Knowing Baggs, he probably brushed off the sounds of his stomach grumbling as machinery sounds. 

“Stars… I swear, your coffee issss.. Issss better than sex..” 

You sputtered, your face heated up near immediately at the statement.

“Ffcourse, I haven’t hhhad sex fffor two monnths… Sooo maybe I’m biassed”

“I– M-My goodness… You’re very blunt when drunk, aren’t you…?” You gawked.

“FffffffffOR THE record… I’m nnnot DRUNK… I’m esssstremely tttIRED… The’resss a dIFFEREncee..” Baggs retorted, dramatically poking at your nose. 

You blinked, letting that sink in. 

And taking a full moment to be polite and serve that sink a drink. 

“So you’re… Sleep deprived right now?” You asked, looking at his current state in an entirely different light. 

Baggs burst out laughing, like you had just told the funniest joke. And from what you knew of how you were when sleep deprived? You get it. You absolutely get it now.

“AHahahh, haaaahh~... That’ssss putting it lightly~.” Baggs slurred out. 

Stars. This is worse than you thought. This was ‘3am the next day’ level sleep deprivation. 

“Well, master… Perhaps, when you’re done eating…? A little rest in the observation infirmary might do you some good… I don’t know how you’ll be able to sleep after coffee–”

You paused, as Baggs made a ‘pffff’ sound in response. “But… E-Even just resting your eyes will help, I’m sure…”

He pouted, like a dejected puppy. You wanted to scoop him up, and hold him close. And kiss him. 

But your heart was still pounding in your chest like you’d run a marathon… And your arms itched too much.

So a little peck on the head would do. Leaning close and kissing the crown of his head. A gesture that caused his cheeks to light up all the same, as a look of surprise overcame his features. 

“So, don’t worry. Okay? Get some rest. I’ll let Cecilia and Alphys know to give you some time to recover.” You gently affirmed to him, softly petting his head. 

Baggs grumbled. Idly chewing on his biscuit. 

You rose up, turning to walk towards the door. A glance back at him, and it became so hard to not just drop your resolve to protect him, and just embrace him. 

The dejected look he gave you, as though he wanted you back by his side at the very least. 

“... I’m… Sorry, I just… I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you…” You softly apologized.

No, you couldn’t leave him with that look of longing and confusion on his face. You put on a gentle smile. “I’ll… Make it up to you, I promise. You’ve got my word!” you chimed. 

A look of concern flashed on Baggs’ face, before you turned away and left. 

Your arms and legs itched so much.

You didn’t want to risk hurting him the way you were hurt.

You didn’t want to break him in the way you were broken.

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After a filling meal of a few biscuits, Baggs sat down on the bed in the observation infirmary.

Sonia was giving him this chance to meditate, a moment of peace, and he wouldn’t waste it. It wasn’t often he got a dedicated break, and she was helpful enough to let the others know he needed one. 

He closed his eye sockets, in preparation for that blissful state of trance…

A sharp inhale through his nose, as he anticipated that Alphys and Cecilia would contact him, to confirm what Sonia would tell them. He couldn’t go too deep just yet. 

Baggs let out a heavy sigh, before he flopped his back onto the bed. 

As he inhaled, a wonderful familiar scent drifted to him. 

Right… The last person he had on this bed was Sonia, after that experiment gone wrong…

He grabbed the pillow and hugged it to his chest, deeply inhaling. He could still detect the light scent of her hair. And fondly remembered how close, how wonderfully close he was to her in his lab. To the point he tasted her…

Baggs’ brow furrowed. That look she had on her face, before she stood up…

It was so curious, how that look of fear, and mortified realization brought him such power and pride to see in others…

And yet painted on her face, it only made his SOUL tremble in pain. 

Was she… Afraid of him in that moment…? Was she truly that distraught from his advances? He thought he read her right, that she was in fact, interested in him… Or… Was it something else? 

Baggs clutched the pillow closer, sighing once more. And painfully left alone with his own thoughts, his own pondering, not even given the comfort of trance, with knowing he would be contacted soon for confirmation of his break.

If by chance, it was something else… What would cause her to have such a mortified expression…?

[staryuee]

HOW THEY REACT TO YOUR SILENT TREATMENT.

꒰warnings꒱ not proofread … sigh

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . you and your partner are having a “cooling down period”, a time of détente, after a recent argument. how do they deal with the lack of love from you?

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . diluc, eula, wanderer, ayato, gorou, tartaglia, lyney, wriothesley, neuvillette, arlecchino

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . as a psychology student ☝️🤓 i can safely say that the silent treatment is usually frowned upon due to its connotations with emotional abuse, therefore i tried my best to make it apparent that this sort of silence is within the boundaries of the relationship ( ･᷄ὢ･᷅ ) please communicate with your loved ones if you feel a certain way :)

you and your beloved recently had a pretty bad argument. out of respect for both of your feelings you both decided to have a period of détente to allow a gradual recovery of your emotions and logical reasonings.

there was no need to argue, and there was also no need to be hostile or petty; therefore your silent treatment wasn’t a way to maliciously gain control or make your lover come running back to you, it was a way for both of you to regain composure and come back to the topic when prepared.

that did unfortunately, lead to much less affectionate gestures from both of you. of course there was still the casual “i love you” every morning and night accompanied by a simple kiss, but it never went anything beyond that.

while your lover fully knew why this sort of peaceful coexistence was necessary, sometimes it’s sincerely difficult to not just reach out and kiss you breathless.

you’re so close yet so far, it’s unbearable.

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

master diluc has been rather restless lately.

constant muttering to himself, plucking the dried up skin that stuck out from his badly bitten lips, his gloved hands constantly scratching a non existent scratch; honestly, if the fellow residents of dawn winery didn’t know any better they’d think he was possessed and required an immediate exorcist.

adelinde refuses to see her precious baby sink his eyes into ruin purely because he’s out secretly patrolling once he wakes up in the middle of the night to clear his head. you’re always there with him throughout the night: but why does it still feel so empty regardless?

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST ?

diluc is no pushover or people pleaser; if you were guilty, then you’re guilty and he’ll wait all the time in the world till you eventually own up and apologise (please let that come sooner or later though otherwise he’ll give into ruin and sip alcohol for a breather). otherwise, if its his fault, or no ones and it was a mere misunderstanding, the silent treatment lasts for a day. not any longer not any less; he doesn’t allow it to.

he’s more than happy to wait forever for you but gods if he ever made a mistake that accidentally led you to elongating this supposed transient silence till the end of time, diluc would much rather swallow his pride and give his all to you. you’re worth more than pettiness, and he’ll prove that to you once you wake up and get greeted with all your favourite luxuries and a bright, relieved smile on his face.

EULA — 优菈

you’re beyond delusion if you think this woman won’t turn this into a healthy-ish competition of sorts.

you wish to avoid her for days on end? she’s already used to the world avoiding her mere gaze, she can withstand the somber feeling of having the one person who’s fully understood her as the complex person she is self-isolating from her for a little while.

never mind, no, she literally can’t. come back to her right now. we have problem right? lets talk about it, isn’t that what you taught her in the first place? what do you mean you need a break and want to clear your head for a while to not hurt her feelings? you think eula of all people cares about something like that?

she’d rather you spit at her than withstand another hour of this mindless nonsense.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

she doesn’t apologise unless she sees whatever caused this perilous argument in the first place truly hurt you and you ended up in tears; otherwise whats the use in pointless words when you can easily hug it out and call it a day?

she lets you apologise under the guise of “if you don’t, my vengeance towards you will be greater than my foes”, but in reality? eula is hardly paying any attention to the words slipping past your lips. all she’s thinking about is how she’ll be able to shake off this uneasy tension that’s somehow been created between you two.

WANDERER — 流浪者

you can’t tell which one of you needed this little breather more, after all, you’d hope scara would allow himself to soften after distancing from you after a while, and scara hoped you’d see reason within your argument and eventually, as always, forgive him.

but forgiveness is a two way straight in the way most people subconsciously ignore; does he and could he ever forgive himself? that image of your teary eyed face, the harsh puffs of breath you heaved to prevent any more molten venom to burn his plastic skin, the slight clenching of your jaw, fuck it hurt.

he couldn’t admit it at the time, but right now after being forcefully peeled away from you for about week and forcing auntie nahida to listen to his venting rambles? he wished he just gave it all up and did something: anything at all. kissed you, hugged you, consoled you, swiped your tears away with his thumbs, fluttered his eyelashes on your cheek gently as he whispered an i love you.

yet all he could do right now was wait.

wait until you hopefully came back, he couldn’t face you. if you abandoned him he’d deal with it. the petals on the floor and the hushed whispers of “they love me, they love me not” are just hallucinations from his worried caregiver, he swears.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

never would he stoop so low as to apologise.

verbally. that is. if he’s aware that he’s in the wrong (believe me that look on your face does wonders for trying to figure out whats on your mind) he’ll begrudgingly come up with some covert way of making it up to you. he doesn’t want to be stuck in this immortalised silence forever; believe me, he likes your talking more than he realises and this little test trial of abandonment was more than enough proof that your existence within his life is essential.

if you’re not there standing by his side, what even is the point in that fraudulent pacemaker of his? your laughter is in the same shape of his heartbeat; if you’re not here, he’s just back to being that dumb little puppet cuddled ashore in the slim darkness of the night.

K. AYATO — 神里绫人

bile builds up in ayato’s throat, eyes threatening to spill hazardous tears on his paperwork. he HATES being away from you. yes, you’ll be back comfortably in his arms with a kiss on your forehead soon…but time isn’t making that “soon” come any quicker and it’s killing him.

‘silence’ is only the act of not speaking, right? so he’s technically allowed to sneak in pastries onto your desk when you’ve gone to take a break — he’s also most certainly allowed to write down his frustrations about not being able to be overly affectionate with you and then pitifully sliding them under your door in hopes you’ll read them and maybe write one back.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

he desperately tries to convince himself that if he works long enough, he’ll forget the hollowing feeling in his heart that’s left in the silhouette of you. he puts down his calligraphy pen with an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples with rough motions as if to completely rid himself of any lingering thought of you.

that’ll never work, and ayato thinks you two have calmed down enough so therefore he trudged his way into your room, knocking of course, and sat down with you for a lengthy but beneficial conversation.

without a doubt, ayato will be the one to apologise first. whether it’s a conscious decision or not completely depends on how long he’s been away from you; at some point you just fall back into regular routine completely by accident.

GOROU — 五郎

he’s glad you’ve decided to take this sort of approach to your relationship instead of having a painful battle of the wits with him but right now, he’d withstand a thousand hours of scolding than the way his fellow soldiers worryingly clutter around their little general and ask about his well-being purely because those furry ears atop his bundle of bed hair decided to stay drooped down all week.

but he can’t help it! he’s utterly miserable! you didn’t even give him your complimentary “good morning, have fun at work, be safe” kiss before he left the door in the static quiet of your abode. to top this torture off? you haven’t pet him once, and while he’d normally revel in not being treated like an actual lap dog…you’re a huge exception in that rule!

unfortunately, it’s not like he can just outright demand attention from you merely because he’s feeling a bit down on his luck. you asked for peace, he’ll give it to you. he’s a war veteran but treats you like a flower thats sprouted on a ruined patch of sand.

ehem, but please come back to him soon. please?

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

whatever it takes to get your pretty hand to ruffle through his brunette locks he’ll do, he doesn’t care if the apology consists of him kneeling down on pitifully shaking his head near your thigh with his lips puckered into a pout. shame doesn’t exist within your relationship right? he’s more than willing to apologise first regardless of who was to blame.

if the argument was a little more serious however, he’ll sit down you on your couch that holds so many sweet significant memories within your mind, his head resting atop your collarbone and tail sneakily swishing from side to side now that your heartbeat was so clear to him. he’ll hear you out, talk through it, but more importantly, love and appreciate you.

TARTAGLIA — 公子

nuh uh. you think you’re getting silence with someone like him around? unless one or both of you fucked up really bad, tartaglia can’t see the point in silent ignorance; if you want to ignore him to personally calm down? sure, do whatever you want honey, you’re still getting treated like the other piece of his heart that you are.

if you’re genuinely annoyed he can leave you alone…for maybe two hours thirty minutes max. he loves you so much, talk to him, he doesn’t care if you insult him out of anger, lash out at him if you must. so long as you return into his arms so he can sway you around within his tender embrace and pepper your face with kisses, he’ll be more than happy and satisfied.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

him all day — call it the big brother complex with having to always apologise first whenever he got into a slight squabble or disagreement with his siblings when he were younger, or call it pure unadulterated love for you and the refusal to continue with this pointless staring battles whenever you guys were sitting across from each other.

whatever it is, just know he takes your feelings seriously regardless of the teasing grin across his face when you try not to squirm from the way his hand traveled from across your waist to the slither of exposed stomach. he just wants to assure you that his love won’t ever fade even if it becomes so deliberately one sided. he’s yours, after all.

LYNEY — 林尼

he’s used to eerie silence that bellowed icy winds against his ears, used to the tension that forced out his fight or flight response, but currently all he could do was freeze and overthink. how come this silence seemed so much more deafening than usual?

lyney doesn’t want this worse than capital punishment torture to continue without at least the slightest bit of laughter mingled into both of your days; he tries his best to curve your lips to even the slightest twenty degree lift using whatever he could. silly little flower reappearing trick there, a sneaky kiss to the side of your neck here; just any fleeting desperate attempt for some reciprocation on your part.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

lyney’s used to apologising first given his experiences within the house of hearth and the father herself. so imagine his surprise when you both incidentally stammer over one another as you two splutter apologies helplessly. god he’s so happy your relationship is built open gushes of giggles instead of the splats of tears because if it weren’t for that cute little accident? lyney was sure the second you opened your lovely lips to speak he would’ve teared up.

he missed that voice telling him constant i love yous, the affectionate cradling of his face against your neck and the way you wouldn’t hesitate to hold his flushed face within your cooling hands to comfort him after a particularly stress inducing performance.

WRIOTHESLEY — 莱欧斯利

you left the conversation with an “i love you.” so he knows that you’ll come back to him.

however, the last time he blindly trusted the comforting words of a loved one, it ended with blood on his hands and a lengthy sentence at the fortress of meropide. luckily for his heart and your own, he knows your charms and honeyed words aren’t for show and truly mean something.

wriothesley respects your boundaries and wishes to the t, he won’t speak to you like nothing at all happened but that doesn’t mean he won’t be overly cautious when it comes to your behavioural patterns. if he notices this sentence of silence is clearly taking its toll on you, he will, with no hesitation, talk everything out with you.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

depending on the argument, he’ll apologise first. if it’s rather undeniable that you were the one in the wrong however, he’ll explain his feelings thoroughly until you apologise — the standard. he doesn’t want this silence to end till the fortress of meropide overflows with primordial water so once you see multiple guards on your case more than ever, just know he’d like to talk to you.

NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特

fontaine has been drenched in rain for the past couple of days. every hour, every minute, every second neuvillette spends alone in his office makes him realise just how grand and solemn it is. everything is so mundane and banal…even the cheerful mutters and chatters of the sweet melusines couldn’t bring a smile to his face — much to the dismay of the little sigewinne who even so kindly brought him a cake to cheer him up…

what makes it even worse is that everything reminds him of you…and oh god the muddied clouds have once again been cursed with rain. this unquenchable thirst for your presence cannot be ignored by a mere sip from his intricate cup and being the ever so carefully mindful iudex, neuvillette sees it more than fit to call this hopeless game of silence to quits.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

regardless of who’s in the wrong, neuvillette apologises first. he’s sorry for letting this go so far, he should’ve just trusted his gut and returned to your side even if it meant having to persuade you with his clever tongue or the coiling of his draconic tail around your leg to pull you sweetly closer.

honestly, if he could, he’d make this a punishment in the fortress of meropide for every couple. you committed a petty, technically non offensive crime? well instead of doing some charity work for the city, you’re not allowed by the side of your beloved for a few weeks.

ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺

a bunny within the jaws of a spring locked beast thinking it can persuade the tides in their favour with silence? arlecchino is amused you’d think such cheap tomfoolery would work to solve through your problems.

“darling, come here,” she taps her lap with her blood-stained nail, her eyes looking up at you greedily to soak up every single jitter of your movements as you alas fall onto your rightful throne, “my dumb bunny,” arlecchino coos at you with that devilishly low hum of her voice. “do you think the phrases ignorance is bliss, distance brings fondness, truly work within our relationship?”

arlecchino painfully grasps at your waist, that grip only loosening once you comfortably situate yourself on her thighs and lace your arms around her neck per routine. “i’d expect this behaviour from my children at the house of hearth, not you, angel.” she nibbles on your earlobe deliberately, forcing your lips to part just the way she likes. that perfect look of both surprise and desire; it’s a gorgeous display of your vulnerability.

“explain to me your problems, or else we can be at this forever.”

no such thing as the silent treatment when the very epitome of a wordless shadow has betrothed you.

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[liquinoar]

To everyone that needs this right now.

[braisedhoney]

well wishes from the void

[missninapea]

Dear people in the gomens community, Just remember that you will be okay. We will be okay.

The Good Omens fandom is very comforting and we support each other. And the show, the book, and the fandom brings me comfort and joy. I know this is a tough time for us, but I just wanna say that we're all struggling and you're not alone. Whatever you're feeling is valid.

Keep enjoying yourself what makes you happy.

Keep drawing fan art.

Keep on writing fanfictions.

Keep making fan merchandise.

Keep doing whatever you're doing. You're doing great. :)

Please don't give up. Hang in there..❤️‍🩹

[gildedoak]

Beignets Pt 2!

✅ Refreshing hot shower ✅ Comfy pajamas ✅ Cozy fuzzy blanket ✅ Favorite music that scritches the brain just right ✅ Fresh beignets and hot coffee from your Sworn Enemy (TM) who kinda sorta complimented you but will never admit to it

I wanted him to enjoy the beignets, okay?? Also his mug is supposed to read, "I quack myself up."

SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD MASTERLIST

[fadetodvst]

[captain--space--buns]

It's been years since I've actually posted something on Tumblr, but a recent fanfic has given me a burst of inspiration :

Earth Becomes Sky in the Most Literal Fashion by IdiosyncraticProjection on Ao3 (this has my full recommendation, it's genuinely so good!)

Spoilers for GF and TMA, as well as Earth Becomes Sky

CWs : Clusters of eyes, Eyes where Eyes shouldn't be, small clusters of pockmarks, knives, stabbing, (uncolored) blood. Let me know if I should add anymore. ^-^

I present very rough sketches of Jon and Martin in the Gravity Falls Art style (feat. Soos, Abuelita, Ford, and Delicious Huevos Rancheros)

I haven't, like, *perfected* their designs, and they're def not 100% the GF artstyle, but I like how these have turned out so far! Also, I'm very unsure if the Spanish part for Abuelita is actually right, so apologies to any Spanish speaking peeps if it is grammatically weird or just completely incorrect! It's also my first time doing ALT text, so feedback for that is more then welcome as well!

Take care! Drink water 💛

[willoryn]

Waking yourself up because your body won't stop shaking from anxiety fucking sucks... all you wanted to do was just get some rest but your brain decided against it. Apparently now was the time to be scared. Worried. Manifesting worst case scenarios in your head. You know trying to ignore it and force yourself back to sleep won't help. So you do the only thing you can in a time like this. You wiggle yourself a little closer to Lucifer and tuck yourself even further into your blanket as if you were looking for warmth. You don't want to wake him, but being close to him just feels like the natural thing to do. Like he is your only source of comfort right now...

It does wake him, though. At first he thinks you're cold and asks you as much. But when you shake your head and give him a soft "I just need you right now." He doesn't prod you for more information. He wraps his arm around your back and pulls you towards him, keeping you wrapped in your blanket. You press your head against his chest as he curls himself around you, encompassing you like a shield. Holding you tightly, kissing your head, and rubbing your back. And tries to soothe you with words of comfort...

"I'm here, baby. Everything is okay."

"I love you so much. So, so much. You're okay."

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

And he is a man of his word. If you do fall back asleep, rest assured he will still be there holding you tight. Still reassuring you. Still kissing you. Still telling you he loves you and that he's not ever going to leave you ❤

[dyingdevotion]

i need some of you guys to log out for me because i fear you guys are saying things that you’ll regret later about Louis.

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

i've been wide awake since 4am so i've had about an hour and a half to settle into this reality. it's disappointing and infuriating that a race fueled on nothing but hatred and fearmongering is about to win. it's scary. but listen to me, and this is not an empty platitude: we will be okay. we are going to organize and push back against the hate and the fear and the stripping away of our rights. we are going to keep campaigning to free gaza. we are going to keep protecting our LGBTQ family. we are going to keep fighting for progressive policies. make no mistake, it's gonna be a lot fucking harder than it would have been otherwise, but we're sure as hell gonna keep doing it anyway.

there are a lot of appropriate responses to disaster, but giving up is not one of them.

[saveahorserideaneddie]

i promise that i’m not trying to be negative or rain on anyone’s parade, but please please PLEASE put your mental health first and don’t create too many big expectations for this ep… they only gave ~45 minutes worth of screentime to work with, and there are SO MANY plots going on: we know from bts/stills that athena, hen, madney, buck, eddie, that dentist office call, AND the fire water are all dipping into that screentime…

that’s a LOT to cram into a single episode that implies that the episode will center mostly on the fire water/earthquake (and also if the KR rumors are true, then that means the pacing won’t be the greatest either- but as of rn that’s not actually confirmed so), especially after the past two seasons mainly centering an episode around two characters and a handful of calls; it’s not unheard of- like in earlier seasons- to have episodes that focus on the ensemble as a whole, but with those episodes, the focus isn’t on any singular plot point, and thus most aren’t necessarily dedicated to major character progression moments

again, i’m not trying to rain on anyone’s parade here, i just know how detrimental it is for me to get my hopes up about something because everyone around me is taking something and running with it, only to get severely disappointed when it turns out things were just blown out of proportion, and I don’t want that to be the feeling that people are left with in case things don’t go the way everyone expects 💕

[helpmebowlofrice]

the banditos would want you to drink water btw

[kingprinceleo]

just kinda a thing i wanted to say since ik i have younger artists following me (its applicable to everyone really, but very important to form care habits as early as possible) i read about others artists experiencing pain from overworking and i always thought to myself, i wouldnt let that happen to me, im real young, i still have time before i have to worry about really damaging my body

but your body really doesnt care, if you push yourself, if you ignore the pain, its going to fuck you up. maybe for the rest of your life please god take care of yourself when you draw, write, game, literally anything. stretch your wrists, fingers, dont keep your elbow in a locked a position for too long, especially dont lean on your elbows. get up around every 45 minutes, drink water, eat food, use the bathroom, stretch your whole body and your hands again. walk outside and let your eyes readjust your body is trying to communicate with you for a reason when you start hurting, please listen to it, be kind to yourself, you deserve it

[duskdrawings]

It's aca-meme time!! 🎶

pp memes #1 / pp memes #2 / bechloe memes

[moldypoff]

Dear MEIN MUTUALS,

Thank you for everything. Thank you for being you, and for the amazing interactions I’ve shared with you and the silly or heartfelt memories yet to come. You all are such creative people that I draw so much inspiration from, and I hope that I get to be the same for you. Please don’t ever forget that there’s someone out there that really cares about you. LET’S GET THROUGH 2025 TOGETHER Y’ALL!!!!!

@thesaturninee @ovium-sheep @oculis-aspicientis-666 @mindfulweather @lyric-abaddon @satanicsanity @stinging-metal @allister-1903929 @ab-art-07 @c1trvswurld @burningbouquets @suspiciousgayshark @itsyagurlchip @crystalmonk5579 @motherarts @gh1dd @kidneystheallpowerful @paper-starz