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[larkwinged]

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒 𝐅. 、𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

PROFILE. a self-righteous knight who is too willing to throw their life away, and too eager to charge into battle. underneath their stubborn exterior, they are riddled with the pressure of upholding a family title that has long been lost to time.

FULL NAME. artemis elise fröhlich

PRONOUNS. they / them

GENDER. fem-presenting non-binary

AGE. early twenties

HEIGHT. 5”1

BIRTHDAY. november 12th

OCCUPATION. knight

AFFILIATION. knights of favonius

ELEMENT. pyro

CONSTELLATION. columba bellicosi

WEAPON TYPE. sword — “herald of the dawn”

Now stripped of its original purpose as a vessel to store all the memories of an ancient god king, this sword has been passed down in the Fröhlich family since the dawn of time.

Once wielded by the god of memories herself, this sword was blessed by the winds and presented as a gift to her youngest child upon the morn of their knighting ceremony.

“You, who represent the grace and bravery of humanity,” said the Queen, “take this and go. Become a pillar of hope to those wallowing in the darkness, and guide the lost onto a chivalrous path. You, the Dovewing Knight.”

And so, the first Dovewing Knight set out, protecting the people of Cairnfelle and standing tall as a beacon of hope, just as they were requested.

At the edge of the world, when the brilliance of Cairnfelle collapsed and the mountains crumbled, the sword found its way tumbling back into the hands of its previous owner to defend her honor, and upkeep her legacy until the final trumpet sang … announcing her defeat.

With no definite home, the sword lay in the ruins of its kin, preserved well by the Anemo Archon and his will — until the day it found its way into the waiting hands of the inheritor of an ancient title.

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• ENG voice claim : keath òsk as cole seymour from yaelokre’s “meadowlark” project

• JP voice claim : marina inoue as armin arlert from attack on titan

CHARACTER STORY 1: eastward of eden

It is true that Artemis has long held resentment towards their older sister and past caretaker, Lilith. As a child, Artemis was refused of many things — including choosing their own clothes, partaking in certain activities, and having their own privacy. There wasn’t much they were allowed to do, and even the hobbies they enjoyed ended up ruined by Lilith’s excitement and pushy nature.

To this day, Lilith is unaware of the mental anguish she caused her siblings over the course of their entire childhood. However, in her own eyes, she has done no such thing, and has succeeded at being a “mother.”

Many citizens have told her, “My, you exercise much control over them,” and yet, she has failed to see the error in her ways. It is not entirely her fault, as she was forced into the role of a mother when she wasn’t ready for such a task. Even though she failed in many aspects of her parenting skills, there was one thing she has always truly succeeded at: caring deeply for her family.

However, no amount of love could undo the years of fighting and hurtful words thrown around between the siblings.

CHARACTER STORY 2: legacy

Long ago, in the days of yore, the archaic land of Mondstadt had been ruled by a monarch older than Decarabian. Her rule was rumored to last longer than his, and her birth is now nothing but scattered fragments along the wind.

When the Queen of the North Wind descended and claimed Mondstadt as her home, a mighty kingdom formed under her feet. Small huts grew to larger, firmer homes, and gargantuan cathedrals made of marble were erected in her honor. Trumpets blew, the wind howled, snow fell, and mountains as high as the heavens towered above humanity.

In later years, the prospering kingdom of Cairnfelle was officially born. Serving as a haven for travelers and poets alike, the kingdom sang with energy as it thrived under Queen Catalina’s guiding hand. The god of memories was exceptionally gentle, with a kind and compassionate heart that moved even the most stoic-faced men to tears. Her words were wise, her complexion glowing, and her promises true.

Cairnfelle, as much as it prospered, gained an enemy from a distant land. With no choice but to face the beast she prodded, the Queen set out to befriend the raging phoenix that had enough of her games. Ever the charming soul, the Queen did not have to do much to make the phoenix bow to her every whim, and before the citizens of Cairnfelle had the chance to acclimate to the visitor, the two were to be wed.

There is not much to say for the years in between the joining of two god kings and the fall of Cairnfelle, but this: Four inexplicably brave and virtuous souls were born from the two gods — four demigod knights who carved the way for the future of Mondstadt: The Four Archangels.

The Blair Family — the origin of the Fröhlichs, is no longer the raging flame of life it had once been, but a snuffed out ember of its former glory.

Only in passing on the titles of the Four Archangel Knights can the present day Fröhlich family hold tight to what was once a name feared and adored by all.

CHARACTER STORY 3: composition

Many questions have arisen over the years; all pertaining to a certain facet of Artemis’ composition.

“Is it a curse?” They’ve inquired, only to wind up receiving a simple, “I’m not even sure myself!”

However, that it is a small white lie they’ve grown to tell. In fact, Artemis is very much aware of the reason why they consistently find themselves on the brink of death and luckily make it out alive. It is because of the unique composition their ancestor, Lowen, was made of: pure and unbridled wrath.

The story goes as such: In the days of yore, when gods and monsters still yet walked the earth, a beast born of flame and rage took flight. They seared their enemies and allies alike, and roused the hearts of warriors all across Natlan. They utterly refused to lay their past life to rest. In doing so, they made a promise to their newfound family. The wrath that lived inside them was nothing but a blessing, and deserved to be passed on through their children, and future generations. And so, the endless wrath that boiled in their veins was passed on — consuming the lives of their children, and overtaking the brilliant flames that became their descendants.

To be a god’s descendant has always been an honor in the Fröhlich family line… Yet, Artemis — like the direct children of the god of wrath — see it as naught but a curse; For what blessing could bring about destruction and the devastation of any living being in one’s wake.

VISION STORY:

The blistering pyro vision attached to Artemis’ belt was said to be a gift from the gods, and maybe even a gift from the long gone god of wrath themselves.

What else are visions besides gifts from the gods? A tool to wield, and yet another curse Artemis must deal with.

At the young age of eleven, Artemis was sent out on their first escorting mission. It was their first mission given to them by Grand Master Varka, who was elated to test their strength and endurance. Not many were willing to accept an escort from a child — as was the case with the Fontainian aristocrat Artemis was talking their ear off to. However, the man said nothing, as the child’s directional skills were second to none. It was only when they hit a bump in the road that the man questioned Artemis’ capabilities as a knight.

“I should’ve known better than to trust a child!” He yelled, waving his fist in the air as he pushed them aside and ran off ahead by himself in the rain, leaving the young Artemis to fend for themselves amidst a hoard of abyssal monsters.

Although panic was steadily rising throughout their body, they forced themself forward — slashing at every monster with a shaky grip on their sword. The rain poured, sagging their clothes, and dragging their arms down to the dirt. The grip on their sword slipped, as did their footing, and they tumbled to the hard ground with a rough clash.

Their shoulder-piece scratched the bridge of their nose on the way down, and a thick line of blood began to spill from the open wound. A rifthound drew closer, baring its teeth and snapping its jaw as its claws outstretched, striking Artemis across the head. A clap of thunder sounded, and amidst the ringing in their ears, Artemis felt the weight of ten large wooden planks collapse on their back.

Even so, they shakily grabbed their sword, their nails digging into the wet earth, and began to stand. Their blood boiled as a wrath they were only warned about once crept up to the surface, prickling along their skin until it caved inwards, tugging at their ribcage and burning against their racing heart.

In a flash of white and gold, the hoard of rifthounds lay motionless on the grass, their bodies turning to dust as Artemis panted heavily. The wrath inside their veins bubbled, and their vision turned red. It was all consuming. It was destructive, and it was total annihilation. They struck down every monster seeping from an abyssal pylon until finally, they tore the pylon in half with nothing but their blade and their bare hands.

The rain continued to fall as they dropped their sword and collapsed to the ground in a heap of sore limbs and bloodied grass. Their eyes fell close for a moment — at least, what felt like a moment — and when they opened, a shining vision sat amongst the pool of blood left behind by their foes.

Indeed. The god of wrath, whose curse ran rampant in their veins, rewarded them with yet another “gift.”

𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀

• hobbies: When they are home in Dornman Port enjoying their days off, they like to wind down by practicing the art of crochet. Not only is it soothing to sit by a windowsill while the afternoon breeze filters into their bedroom, it is also a hobby their late mother held dear. By partaking in this hobby, they feel closer to their mother, and can preserve her memory longer. Another hobby is sports. Artemis can often be found playing with the kids in the port during vacations.

• beliefs: The Fröhlich family have always dedicated their lives to the protection of Mondstadt, and hold a firm worship to a god king who has long been dead. Although they have accepted Barbatos as their new savior, they still hold their original god close to their hearts. Artemis has naturally followed this belief and considers their worship of the god of memories their religion. During rough times, they find solace in a temple far north and meditate there for as long as they deem necessary. Once a month, they offer up a few of their most important memories— a ritual that has been passed down in the Fröhlich family for over 3000 years.

(This act of offering up memories is akin to the way some worshippers will offer animal sacrifices to the god they serve.)

• about — fate: Artemis is a firm believer that fate will guide the worthy and ultimately lead everyone onto the path they are destined to walk. However, they do not include the meddling of gods and higher beings into this equation. They believe that fate is its own entity and not dictated by the Archons nor Celestia. It acts of its own accord, and the gods are mere victims of fate, as well. Not even Celestia will be spared.

• about — death: Artemis believes that death is a stepping stone to a greater afterlife. Akin to their many family members, they believe that life is temporary, and death is eternal. When one dies, they are not truly dead; for they are shedding their mortal shell and accepting their true form, which is the soul. The soul will live on forever in the afterlife, while the physical body is nothing more than a temporary shell to house said soul. With this belief, the Fröhlich family does not fear death, but welcomes it with open arms— greeting it like an old friend.

[javierduffy]

hi something true and beautiful happened just as i was gearing up to do short walk in a pretty town and it made me think of ur art

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Died 2008 | Born 2013

Welcome back, Kutner

[misslisamiray]

After another stupidly long hiatus, I'm finally uploading the newest chapter of Down With the Rickness! Pic is not... super relevant to the chapter, but I needed one that had Rick, Morty and Jerry in it. And despite having a LOT of saved images from the show, this was 1 of 2 which fit that description. Just kinda pay Beth no mind here since she's only mentioned in this chapter and not actually in it, yet I couldn't bring myself to crop her out.

Anyway, I'll post the Ao3 and ff dot net links later - probably after work. For now, new chapter is below the cut!

After a few more seconds of stunned silence, Morty sighed and admitted, “I was just trying to help. Maybe I did get carried away and fall down a couple of weird rabbit holes – that guy who yells about viruses not actually existing really does pop up everywhere – but it’s ‘cause I’m worried about you.”

“I keep telling you, you don’t have to be. I warned you this wasn’t going to be pretty, didn’t I? *Cough!* Make no mistake, I’m sick and miserable, but I’ll be alright in a few days. And that’d be true whether you Velcroed yourself to me like you’ve decided to do, or left me alone in the garage like I wanted.” Rick grumbled. Morty kept staring at him, but didn’t say anything, so he added, “Besides, with all the shit we’ve been through, I don’t get why this is freaking you out so badly.”

“I’ve never seen you sick before. I don’t like it.” Morty replied quietly, turning so he wasn’t facing Rick anymore.

“You don’t like it? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly having the time of my life with it myself.” Rick scoffed. He blew his nose and was about to say more, when he heard Morty’s barely audible addition of “It’s scary.”

“Scary? Aww Morty, come on. You’re *SNIFF!* really making mountains out of molehills here. Y’know you’re not doing either of us any favors with this overthinking shit, right? You’re just making my headache worse and getting yourself closer to developing your first ulcer before your 18th birthday.” Rick complained. However, the anger was draining from his voice.

“Maybe. It’s just…I just got you back to normal. Now this happens. If you’re not lying, then yeah, it’s nothing. A minor nuisance, sounds worse than it is and all that. But I can’t shake the feeling that you are lying about how bad this is, Rick, and…”

Rick had been tired already, but as the realization of just how worried Morty was about him sank in, he suddenly felt 10 times more exhausted. The anger and annoyance was gone – well, except about his flask being empty. Rick was currently very annoyed about that. He struggled to come up with a response, while Morty was trying to bring himself to voice the rest of his thoughts.

Their shared struggle was cut short when Morty tried to say something, but all that came out was “*Ah-ah-Achoo!*”  followed by a surprised, “Oh.” Rick sighed and slapped his forehead.

“C’mere, buddy. Let Grandpa check something.” He placed a hand on Morty’s shoulder and stuck the thermometer in his ear.

“Ow! Careful, Rick! Hey, that reminds me. We should check yours again, too.” Morty promptly pulled the first thermometer out of his pocket and stuck it in Rick’s mouth. Rick rolled his eyes, but didn’t object. The ear thermometer beeped first.

“Hmmm. Perfectly normal 98.6. Good for you.” Rick observed, mumbling around the thermometer. He was clearly jealous.

“Well, except for little kids, most people don’t get fevers when they have a cold.”

“Which means some of us do, if you’re trying to use that as an argument for my having something worse.”

“Stop talking or it won’t take the reading right. You should anyway, since you hardly have any voice left.” Morty instructed. Rick nodded, reluctantly agreeing. The thermometer beeped a few seconds later.

“101.1. Rick, that’s higher than it was this morning. You are getting sicker.” Morty worried, a fearful look in his eyes.

“Huh. No wonder I feel even worse.” Rick said, a little surprised by the new information. Seeing how those words instantly increased the worry on Morty’s face, he quickly backtracked with, “It hasn’t gone up that much. And a fever isn’t considered dangerous in an otherwise healthy adult until it hits like, 104, 105. Mine’s well *SNIFF!* below that. Come on, stop staring at me that way.” Morty did not, in fact, stop staring, and Rick had to look away. A few seconds later, he heard sniffling alongside him.

“Fucking hell, don’t cry. There is no part of this situation worth crying over. Oh. You’re not.” Rick said, looking over his shoulder at Morty. The boy’s nose was running, and he was trying to stop it but having no luck. Rick handed him the tissue box, muttering, “Well, good. I guess. If these are my only choices, I’d rather deal with sick kid than crying kid.” Morty blew his nose, and then the room was quiet except for the TV and rain.

“You still don’t believe me, do you?” Rick asked after a moment.

“I want to, Rick. But no, I don’t.” Morty answered.

“Fine. I have an idea. Come on.” Rick sighed, forcing himself to get up again. He grabbed Morty’s arm and pulled him up, too. Morty started to object, but decided to let Rick drag the two of them back to the garage.

“First thing’s first.” Rick grumbled, picking up a bottle of blue liquor with alien writing on the label. He took a long swig from it and grimaced – he’d forgotten how much this stuff burned going down even without a sore throat. He still contemplated refilling his flask with the liquid, but quickly shoved it aside, deciding some ordinary whiskey would be better. Flask full and shoved back in his pocket, he decided to finish the small amount left in the bottle.

“Come on, Rick. Did you really drag me back into the drafty old garage just to watch you get drunk? You need to go back to bed. And since you took my phone, let me use yours to call Mom again.” Morty complained, shivering a little and wrapping his arms around himself. Noticing that, Rick removed the top 3 blankets from the pile he was struggling to keep wrapped around himself and clumsily draped them around Morty’s shoulders.

“That’s not the only reason. But I agree with you. It’s freezing in here, and we’re leaving as soon as I’m done proving my point. *COUGH!* *COUGH!* Where’s the stupid thing?...” Rick groused, searching for something on, then under his workbench. After a moment, he found what he was looking for – the floating cubes from earlier, and the small computer that displayed their test results.

Rick pressed a few keys, and the “WARNING! WARNING! INFECTION DETECTED! INFECTION DETECTED!” alarms started to go off again, flashing lights included.

“Shut up! We know that part already!” Rick snapped, frantically pressing more keys to hurry up and get to the next stage. The alarm stopped, and three out of five cubes began levitating. Rick grabbed one out of the air, hitting a button to deactivate it, and tossed the unneeded cubes back under the workbench. One of the remaining two floated over his head, while the other hovered above Morty’s.

“Analyzing subject: Rick Sanchez!”

“Analyzing subject: Morty Smith!”

Rick drummed his fingers against his hip impatiently, eager for this to be over.

“Analysis complete. Subject: Rick Sanchez.”

“Analysis complete. Subject: Morty Smith.”

“Status: INFECTED! INFECTED!”

“Status: INFECTED! INFECTED!”

Rick and Morty both covered their ears as the cubes loudly announced their simultaneous findings.

“Ugh, tell us something we don’t know. Rick, you really *Cough!* need to make some serious adjustments to this system once you’re feeling better!” Morty complained, yelling to be heard over the cubes.

“Well aware of that, Morty. *COUGH!* *COUGH!* Come on, you stupid things. Let's get to the info we actually need.” Rick muttered, grabbing the cubes out of the air and handing Morty his. A small needle emerged from each cube to take blood samples from the two of them.

“Beginning analysis Stage 2: Identifying infection type.” the AI droned in unison with itself as the cubes processed the samples. 

“Infection type: Viral. Virus origin: Earth. Infection risk level is low, but contagion level is high. Beginning final virus identification now.” the computer system continued. Morty covered his ears again, while Rick resisted the urge to do so.

“Analysis complete. Infection in both subjects identified. Which subject would you like to display results for first?” the AI asked, thankfully no longer talking in stereo with itself. Rick grabbed Morty’s cube and pressed a button on it.

“Displaying test results for subject: Morty Smith. Infection identified as: A strain of rhinovirus, also known as the common cold.” the computer informed them both, displaying the results on the screen.

“Okay, I get it.” Morty sighed, sounding tired and defeated. He tugged on Rick’s arm and asked, “Can we please go back in the house now?”

“In a minute. Just in case you get it in your head that by total coincidence, you’ve caught a cold at the same time I’m suffering from at least two completely unrelated *COUGH! *COUGH!* diseases, we gotta do mine, too. Not like you didn’t already see my test results earlier today, but what *URP!* ever.”

Rick switched Morty’s cube with his own, and after a few seconds, the AI announced, “Displaying test results for subject: Rick Sanchez. Again. Infection identified as: A strain of rhinovirus, often referred to as the common cold. Which I already told you this morning. Just because you don’t like the answer, doesn’t mean repeating the test will get you a different one.”

Rolling his eyes at his computer’s sarcasm, Rick quietly asked Morty, “There. You satisfied now?” Morty nodded, and the two of them headed back into the house. They both collapsed onto the couch, sitting in opposite corners. Except for some coughs and sniffles, there was silence between them.

Rick broke it by asking, “So… pretty anticlimactic, huh? *Achoo!*” His voice was barely above a whisper now.

“Yeah, but that’s *Achoo!* a good thing.” Morty sighed, adjusting his blankets.

Rick tossed him a pillow and asked, “So, how are you feeling?”

“I’m… not sure? Like, not terrible, but not great, either. *Cough!* My throat’s a little scratchy and my head feels all fuzzy. Mostly I’m just tired and cold. This how yours started?”

Rick glanced sympathetically at Morty and said, “Yeah, pretty much. With any luck, it *SNIFF!* won’t get worse for you. Shouldn’t, since colds are usually so minor. Plus you’ve got youth on your side. Then again, that never did me any favors, so there’s no guarantee it *COUGH!* will for you, either.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I was the kid who always seemed to get hit worse by whatever bug was going around my stupid school than anybody else did. I told you my not dealing well with being sick isn’t a new thing.” Rick explained with an annoyed shrug.

“Sounds rough. I don’t think I’m like that. I mean, when was the last time I missed school because I was sick, and not because of you? It’s *Achoo!* been a long time. Can’t say I remember it happening much before, either. So good for me, I guess?” Morty commented, trying to picture Rick at his age or younger.

Rick nodded in agreement, then complained, “Y’know, despite being a germ magnet growing up, I somehow didn’t get the fucking chicken pox until it went through Beth’s preschool. Ugh. Now that was terrible. You’re young enough you just got the shot and never actually had it. Trust me, you’re lucky.” He scowled and shuddered a little at the memory.

Morty giggled at that mental image, then said, “Uh-huh. Aw geez, isn’t it like, kind of dangerous to get that as an adult?”

“Eh. Can be. Especially if you end up with secondary skin infections from uh, not listening when your wife tells you scratching with a busted robot arm is a bad idea.” Rick admitted sheepishly. Morty laughed a little more at that. Somehow, it didn’t surprise him that Rick had listened to reason just as badly 40 something years ago as he did now.

“Stop trying to picture it. *COUGH!* Anyway, that ordeal was hell on Earth for a solid month, but I recovered just fine. You see the point I’m trying to make here, Morty?” Rick grumbled, pretending to be annoyed by Morty’s amusement even though that had obviously been the point of telling that story.

“I guess.” Morty replied quietly, worry furrowing his brow again.

“What? Morty, you’ve seen my stupid test results twice now. Don’t tell me you think I fabricated them, or it’s another part of the detection system being broken?” Rick asked crossly.

“*SIGH!* No, I’m taking all that at face value. You have a bad cold. Nothing worse. It’s just… never mind.” Morty said, flipping through his notes again.

“Don’t do that shit. Whatever you’re gonna say, just say it.”

“Well, I read that complications from colds are rare, but they do happen. Especially if your health isn’t great to begin with, or you’re, you know, older. Like, I can’t shake this worry you could still get your wish and end up with pneumonia, Rick.” Morty admitted.

“Jesus Christ, Morty. Will you let it fucking go already?! What do I have to do to snap you out of this once and for all?” Rick yelled, setting off another series of coughs and instantly regretting raising his voice that much. Once the coughing subsided, he drank the rest of the water Morty had brought him earlier, tried to say something else… and discovered he couldn’t.

“It’s okay. We’ll talk about it later once you feel a little better. Morty told him, forcing a smile. Rick nodded, realizing he wouldn’t know what to say if he could talk. Another episode of the fishing show came on. This time, Gene-With-A-Beard was listing facts about tuna.

Just then, Jerry entered the room, saying, “I heard the alarms going off again. Does that mean the Mimicking Disease finally moved onto copying some other illness? I was a little scared to come check. Not to mention confused because I thought I still heard coughing. What’s going on?” Rick slapped his forehead, now even more annoyed he’d lost his voice.

“Dad, for the zillionth time, Rick lied about that. The alarms were just going off because we had to run the test again, and… *ACHOO!*” Morty tried to explain.

Caught off guard and further confused by the sneeze, Jerry asked, “Wait, you’re sick now, too?”

“Yeah, I caught Rick’s cold. It’s *Sniff!* not a big deal. Hey, Rick, gimme the tissues back.” Morty sighed, in no mood to deal with his father’s cluelessness. Rick handed him the nearly empty box.

“Let me get this straight. The whole scary, turns from one mystery disease to another at the drop of a hat illness, really was just a cover for having a cold?” Jerry asked, turning his attention to Rick.

Rick nodded, glaring at Jerry, while Morty said, “Yes, Dad. I told you that hours ago.”

Ignoring his son and staring intently at his father-in-law, Jerry continued, “And this cold is doing this much of a number on you? You’ve looked worse every time I’ve seen you today, Rick. That cough sounds brutal.” Unable to do anything else, Rick just continued glaring at Jerry, hating every second of this more than the last. He grabbed the tissue box back from Morty.

“Rick lost his voice. Just leave him alone and ask me if you have any more dumb questions, okay?” Morty said wearily.

“Seriously? I wouldn’t have thought Rick could even get a cold in the first place. I guess that’s why I didn’t listen to you earlier, Morty. But there’s no like, built-in robot voice to talk for him in case of a situation like this? That’s… surprising.”

“Maybe, but none of Rick’s implants are working.” Morty admitted. 

Rick gave him an absolutely furious glare, mouthing and trying to yell, “What the fuck?!”

“What? Dad knowing that changes nothing, Rick. Besides, Mom should be home soon. I hope. And she’ll pick up on it after spending two minutes with you.” Morty pointed out. Rick wanted to argue, but quickly realized he couldn’t, both because of his laryngitis and the fact Morty was right. He angrily turned away from both Morty and Jerry, burrowing into his blanket pile.

“Holy shit, really? Is that like, a normal thing that happens when he gets sick?” Jerry asked, clearly surprised by this new information.

“Yes, really. And I don’t know if it’s normal or not. Rick wouldn’t give me a straight answer. But that *Cough!* doesn’t matter right now, Dad. What does is now that you finally know what’s going on, you can help us. Like, actually help. Not come up with some harebrained, save the day with anime plan, then go sulk for hours when you realize that won’t do shit.” Morty answered.

“Right, right. You both need medicine. More tissues, obviously. Have either of you even eaten today?”

“Not much, no.” Morty said. Rick just shrugged angrily under his blankets.

“I’ll make soup. But I should probably go to the store first before it closes.” Jerry said.

“Yes, you should.” Morty agreed. Jerry put on his jacket and was about to head out the door, when something occurred to him, and he turned back towards the kitchen.

“Dad, you’re going the wrong way. Please don’t get sidetracked again. It’s really important you just go to the store now.” Morty sighed, worried his father was getting distracted by another nonsense idea.

“In a minute, I promise. I just have to check if there’s any ingredients I’m missing. While I’m doing that, you two write down what you need when I go shopping.” Jerry replied. As he disappeared into the kitchen, he added, “Actually, maybe only Morty do that. Sorry, Rick, but I’m not going on any errands to planet Flim Flam or the Garblygook dimension for you tonight.” Still unable to reply to that verbally, Rick stuck one hand out from under the blankets to flip Jerry off. Morty grabbed his notebook – at least Rick hadn’t portalled that to God knows where – and started writing things down. A few minutes later, Jerry came back, carrying a tray with two steaming mugs on it.

“It’s not going to cure you or anything. I mean, no one can cure the common cold. Though come to think of it, Rick, I’m really surprised you can’t. I mean, you’d think that would be easy compared to making clones or that gun that kills a person by making their organs fight each other, but…” Jerry began. Rick tried to kick him, but, not taking into consideration that he couldn’t see where Jerry was, only succeeded in kicking over the coffee table.

“Dad, shut up! You do kinda have a point, but now is not the time!” Morty interrupted, righting the tipped over table. That done, he asked, “What have you got there? Please don’t tell me it’s some olde timey home remedy your great-great grandparents swore cured everything, even though no one they knew lived past 40.” Under his layers of blankets, Rick laughed silently at that.

“Yes and no. But since you’re both being so ungrateful, maybe I shouldn’t give this to you.” Jerry scoffed.

“Look, Dad, it’s been a long day. And between Rick thinking he could fix this by making the germs people-sized, or people germ-sized, and the crazy shit I found online, I’ve had it with… unconventional cold remedies, okay? I just want you to go to the store and come back with *Achoo!* actual medicine.” Morty sighed.

Jerry’s expression softened, and he replied, “As I was saying, it’s not a cure, but this tea will make the two of you feel better. It has honey from my bees. And I guess this counts as an ‘olde-timey home remedy’, but for your information, honey has been scientifically proven to help with coughs and sore throats. I made sure to put a lot in yours, Rick.”

“Thanks, Dad. Here.” Morty said, grabbing the mug Jerry had placed in front of him and handing him the small shopping list. After thinking it over for a few seconds, Rick uncovered his head, sat up a little straighter and turned around. Still glaring at Jerry, he grabbed his mug of tea and took a sip.

“I’m assuming the only reason you’re not thanking me is that you can’t talk right now, so you’re welcome.” Jerry said smugly. Rick ignored him, grabbing the shopping list and pen. After scribbling down a few things, he shoved the list back into Jerry’s hand.

“Is your writing always this messy, or just when you don't feel well? What am I looking at here, Rick?” Jerry asked, trying to puzzle out Rick’s terrible handwriting. Morty took the list and looked it over. After a few seconds, he said, “He just wants you to get cough drops, but not the strawberry flavored kind. There’s like a paragraph about why those suck, and then ‘Try not to fuck this up, Jerry. I know that’s hard for you, but try.” Morty handed the list back to Jerry, who headed for the door, grabbed an umbrella, and finally left to go shopping. Once he was sure Jerry was gone, Rick quickly downed the rest of his tea. Alone again, he and Morty sat there, half listening to the television.

[shouyuus]

listen to the storm, sing to the sea, dance to the music of the endless stars, dream, darling, dream // when he kissed her for the very first time, he tasted the next sixty years of his life just on the tip of her tongue // "you want a fight? i'll give you war." // here is the courage in softness, the bravery in gentility, the world-crushing strength in the power to love // "and suddenly the monster in him went quiet as he laid his head in her lap" // in which he learns why storms are always named after people

— ﾒ a song of storms and swords // rain x zoro selfship

[manchesterau]

ok so basically i recreated 2010 dnp in the sims

[greeneyeofenvy]

drew my fave maniacs. I think Lucinda would def give ‘feminine gaze-jock’ typa thing (her and Robyn would be bffs). And bc I was bored when I finaihed tihs

Mini Lucy’n’Danny

Ref as always

[mcsm-yuri]

Intro

Hi, I’m Buster/Yokai. I remember when Minecraft Story Mode came out all those years ago and let’s say some stress from the real world has brought me back into my childhood hyperfixation. I’m excited to be back

-Personally a huge angst/hurt/comfort fan. Hit me with headcanons or fic idea or well any discussions. (Especially angst. I love whump)

-Jesstra and Jesskas fan (sorry I prefer the straight versions platonic.)

-Pretty big fan of the Jesse. I believe the male and female version have different personalities. I do like the female version more

-Petra Defender (second favorite after Jesse)

-Probably will make fics and art.

-Don’t start ship discourse please.

(Generally fine with any version of Jesse but these two are my usual Jesse Choice)

[nebulations]

[ID: A tweet thread between ane @/jinlov3r and isa @/hoseoksreally, edited to feature Link Click characters.

Cheng Xiaoshi, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly: when i was a kid my sister told me that the paper strip thats in the chocolate kisses where edible and i ate them w the chocolate for like a year (A transparent Qiao Ling does a peace sign)

Lu Guang: they are !!!!!! (Transcript: Multiple exclamation marks)

Cheng Xiaoshi, chibi and delighted: WAIT FOR REAL??

Lu Guang, fingers steepled and eyes closed with disappointment: why would you believe in this again 😔😔😔😔😔😔 (Transcript: Multiple pensive emojis). End ID]

[muzzlemouths]

/slides into inbox and strikes a pose/

looking at u with big eyes

Okay <3

[mintraindrop]

tagged by @leftneb

low pressure tagging @justwannabelovedbylou @fanboyoff1 @oscatmeowstri

[this was surprisingly difficult but here you go]

[bluelolblue]

✯ Marcus ✯

Marcus is a vampire who was actually turned into one by force. He has black long hair that's fluffy or just messy, a bit of scars here and there because of the tough life and probably looks a little older than he is. He's 30+ (haven't really figured out his age yet but smth like that).

He was attacked and was forced to join Lord Harkon, be one of his followers. While that lasted for some time, Marcus wasn't very fond of that, the whole organization is... just no, he doesn't like Harkon. So, he made his way out of there. He's also not happy that he's a vampire, since vampires in Skyrim are hated by everyone and are mostly up to no good. He hates that he has to feed on people, it was easier when they had feasts at Lord Harkon's castle, since he didn't have to do the nasty work all by himself and it was literally served, now when he was on his own he had to do all that by himself.

He is mostly wearing dark clothes (to be more mysterious eheh), and to protect himself from the sun, he'd often wear a hat that's similar to a cowboy hat but maybe slightly different. Also a black cloak, it fits him. All that is considered light armor.

He is skilled with every type of weapons but he prefers daggers and swords. He's good at archery.

Marcus is ambitious, persistent but also stubborn, hard working, but caring in his own way, he is respectful, a gentleman. He figured that he does care for some people and will try to protect them. He handles pain well, and he also tries to ignore it and push through. But since he's a vampire, he has more resistance to some stuff.

He likes animals, and has a horse that he travels with. He enjoys the nature, especially at night, he would often spend outside at night and just relax.

Marcus has... some kind of a relationship with Cyrus. It didn't start well because well... he's a vampire, and they both struggle to express themselves. But he respects him on a deeper level.

Marcus is overall a chill guy who hates himself for being a vampire, and wishes that the world they all live in is different.

[bobsaname]

you know if I ever did get a tattoo i think it would be the recycling Ronald McDonald like on my calf

[whyoneartheven]

you mentioned in some tags that you've taken multiple pictures of ospreys landing and taken off and?? are you a wildlife photographer?? i am Curious 👀

well… I sorta am?? Like, I’m an amateur and also a birder, but I haven’t been able to do either for like a year :(

Still, I guess I am in my own way!

here is one of those osprey pics I mentioned!

I do have more but I could only download the pictures I have on my computer because my phone is out of space :(

and also a red tailed hawk bc I love him

edit:

I managed to free up some space on my phone so here are some more pics!