#but i am laaazy

[beastren]

Tenanye is finally getting her time to shine in dd2! If you're curious about her, her insanely long-winded backstory is in my oc x canon carrd.... TLDR; She's in a relationship with Daimon and lives on Bitterblack Isle!

She's traveled to the dd2 parallel world after finding out it exists, thanks to a pawn names Maahes, who was left on Bitterblack when his previous arisen fled the world, and unfortunately lost her life... So of course Tenanye gets curious about this new world and travels there together with Maahes, to do some exploring and have some fun, although her and Maahes do butt heads often... She's very loyal to Daimon and will absolutely be returning to the isle, but for now she's gonna collect a bunch of cranberries for him to try.

More fun facts and some doodles under the cut...

Since these weapons also existed in the first game and were found exclusively through purifying cursed items on Bitterblack, and ofc now they mention previously housing a demon.... I decided to go balls to the wall self indulgent and headcanon that Daimon and Tenanye can communicate through them while she's exploring the dd2 world.... Like a rift-powered video call....

And then there's Maahes.... Please forgive that he's shirtless right now.... I am working on it....

Maahes was the pawn of an arisen who was Rothias' beloved ages and ages ago. Sometime after he became seneschal and came back down to earth and started his ruthless, paranoid search for the Pathfinder, killing anyone he may have suspected, his old beloved was made arisen. Maahes was conjured in the image of Rothias, influenced both by his best and worst traits.

His arisen was too afraid to challenge Rothias, seeing as he had already started slaughtering arisen who attempted to challenge him. She somehow found a link to a pocket dimension across the rift, which was Bitterblack Isle. She managed to survive there for a while, but ultimately met her end. Maahes underwent a degree of the bestowal of spirit there, and of course that's also where he met Tenanye. Maahes can be sadistic, sarcastic and cruel, but he's also calculated, and has a love for luxury and power. He's quite hedonistic.

Tenanye surprisingly is quite a few of those things too, although both of their strong wills do clash and lead to contention.... Not to mention, Maahes reminds Tenanye a bit of her ex-husband, although he wasn't nearly as extreme as Maahes...

[little-birdseeker]

Growing Wings - Ch.8 - Weaver Among The Rogues

[<- Chapter 7: The Problem With Magic]

When R’namo entered the guild hall, she saw the usual hustle and bustle of the rogues guild. Some sitting there and chatting, some training with their knives, and there were even a few that dozed in the corners. But her eyes shifted quickly into another corner of the room - the corner Isabelle had taken over a while ago. The young girl had somehow managed to build an improvised sewing place, where she and others sat down to repair their clothes, if it was necessary. Or, as of now, Isabelle sat there and crafted something on her own.

“Here again, Isa? What is it this time?”, R’namo asked her pupil.

“Oh, hey Naaamo!” A wide smile from Isabelle welcomed the Miqo’te, before she showed her doing. “Looook! It’s new braaa! Whaaat do you think!” “A new- For whom?”, R’namo asked, and added a “For you, i see…” with a sigh.

“They slooowed down!!”

“That doesn’t change the fact that they have been huge already!”

“It’s not myyy fault! I have nooo say in it!!”, Isabelle pouted, whispering something more to herself.

“I know, I know…” With a sigh, R’namo sat down beside the red Miqo’te.

“But you do realize carrying basically two puppies in front of you brings a lot of issues with it? No need to look so surprised, of course I heard you! I’m not deaf, you know?”

“But… but… the biiigger the beeetter!”

“No, Isa! Listen, your chest is already huge! No need for more! And now, sit upright! You need to train your back more, or else it’ll hurt. A lot.” “Uhm…” “Is it already?” Isabelle nodded slowly, a bit embarrassed after her friend did look straight through her “Oh, Isa… Well, we will take care of that. But don’t forget what I said, okay?”

“Will it make the pain go away…?”

“Who can say? It’ll get better though, I promise. And your bra looks good. A bit rough, but I can definitely see you are doing your best.”

The pouting vanished as quickly as it had appeared, now replaced by a huge smile. “Thaaank you!”

“And your sister? What does she think?”

“It’s gotten better!”

“Oh, nice. So she stopped ranting about you?” “Hmmm… she ooonly starts when she finds my clooothes again! When i was too laaazy to put them away.” “Isa…”, R’namo sighed, but had to chuckle a little bit. “So, envious as ever, is she?”

“Yeeep!”

“I really don’t get why you still like her so much.” “She is my siiister! And she is reeeally nice! She brought me some chooocolate yesterday!”

“She did, huh?” R’namo had never understood this strange relationship between Isabelle and her sister. Or the family in general. The envy of her sister, her family that thinks she is clumsy or maybe dumb and rarely able to learn something, even though she had seen herself what Forwin had meant a few years ago. And some chocolate would not change a thing, would it?

“I juuust love them! Yesterday, I asked Muuum how I could craft my ooown bra! And she tooold me, withooout questioning it!”

“And did she think you got what she was telling you?” “Uhm… hmmm. She diiid take a while to teach me. I thiiink she wanted to make sure i understood eeeverything! That was niiice!”

“Or she… oh, whatever. And you understood everything, and remember it?” “Mooost of it! And see, I can figure out the reeest myself! And when I am dooone, I will make a beeetter one for Iana!”

R’namo just had to smile. There was no point in arguing here. Isabelle was just way too kind, and that was something she really appreciated. A kindness that never wavered, whatever may happen. It was something she could envy her for, really. R’namo would never understand why Isabelle thought that way, but maybe… maybe she was just full of love for everyone, and everything. And if she was not mistaken, her family knew that as well, even though they may be treating her harshly.

“I am sure she will be happy about it.” “Mhm! It will make her haaappy, and proooud!”

“That she will. I am certain. And I can tell you, I am proud of you as well. For learning so much, and doing your best.”

The bright smile R’namo received was something she would never forget, as well as all the others that have been and would still come.

After all, Isabelle was the little sun of the Birdseekers.

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(Thanks for reading <3 I hope you enjoyed it! More will be added the coming days and are linked here and on Isabelles story page!)

[Chapter 9: Her Decision ->]

[beelzebubzz]

I don’t have all of my ocs up yet bc im laaazy but I AM doing artfight this year my username is BEELZEBUBZY ✌️😸

[robotnik-mun]

I thinks it's hypocritical that they complain about Flynn writing the characters "out of character", but when he does write them "in-character", they assume he didn't wrote them.

I thought the whole point of critiquing Flynn was about wanting him to improve his writing by having him write how Japanese writers writes the characters in the games in order to be 100% accurate to the source material.

Apologies for taking so long with this. Life is life, and I am laaazy. Mea culpa.

Anyway.

At this stage I'd just avoid discourse about Flynn entirely. He's not a perfect writer by any means, and I could probably write a doctoral thesis about the whole Iron Dominion Arc and its failings... but at the same time, there is just soooo much dishonesty and bad faith arguments involved that at a certain point you just gotta leave it all be, and enjoy what you like. That's the best way to deal with the bi-monthly Flynn controversy, I've found.

[reigningmax]

got tagged by @fourmula1 for the 3 things i am happy about/proud of from 2022 so here we go!! i will tag @danthropologie, @monagasque, @yuleneverwalkalone!! 

1. got a new job in a field i love, and i’ve been doing really well at it! it’s the first time i feel truly comfortable in my job and enjoying it thoroughly :’) 

2. started regularly going to f45 classes! i’m laaazy and don’t like moving and i needed to make a difference in my life so i took that leap and i’m very very proud of myself for it 

3. made amazing friends in the f1 fandom space!! i only got into the fandom january 2022 so all the people i met and the friends i made were during this year, and i’m very happy about it :’) 

[undertalehuman]

yippee a real into thing ig

guh i forgot to finish this and i'm too lazy to finish rn (i made these text boxes manually using screenshots of undertale text boxes as reference. maybe i'll finish it eventually)

anyways... sometimes i also go by chara. i go by a lot of different names online, i don't care too much as long as it fits. just know i’m a guy. i’m a major nerd, and i’m the only person i know irl who knows how to play minesweeper WELL. i’ve solved a 2,000 mine board before for fun. as my name might suggest, i am a major undertale fan. every few weeks i open my genocide save file and fight sans. recently i've started doing undyne too. i’m also a numbers nerd for some reason. i’m good at organization games like backpack hero n stuff. i love memes. i’m running out of things to put so uhhh yeah hi nice to meet you ig? (i copied and pasted from my previous into post because i'm laaazy)

times i've ko'd sans: 24

times i've ko'd undyne: 5

[little-bumblebeeee]

Hi! :) Happened to see your tags on the reblog so here I am :D 1 - 2 - 9 - 12 - 26 - 31 - 42

no way hiii hello I love you and your pretty pictures tysm

Who is/are your comfort character(s)?

honestly? Anything played by Joe Keery, Joe Quinn, or Winona Ryder. But a true answer would be g1 Draculaura

2. Lighter or matches?

I am unfortunately not allowed around fire anymore. That being said, lighter.

9. Which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

I usually go for cold because mmmm

12. What kind of day is it?

laaazy day. My whole family has remained in pajamas while scrolling on TikTok

26. A scenario you’ve replayed multiple times?

yeesh, this one was hard to decide. I do keep having dreams with Joe Keery in them though? Like, he’s not even the star of the dream, he’s just there except for the one where I was watching the Fnaf movie in theaters and he was next to me in a pink suit and I asked him if he needed glasses bc he kept squinting and I woke up before he answered me lmao

31. What kind of music keeps you grounded?

the beautiful William Woodiam. God I love him oh my god oh my god oh my gOD sorry but Will Wood/Will Wood and the Tapeworms literally made me who I am now. Also Djo, Gorillaz, and Måneskin are BIG top contenders (but I may or may not be listening to wwattw as I type this)

42. An app you frequently use other than this godforsaken site?

hmm, mostly tiktok, ibisPaint, and that Hatsune Miku colorful stage game that I hate to admit has taken up most of my free time

little ibispaint proof because I actually love this drawing so much

My bb boy Noodle :)

Tysm for the ask, it really made my day. You don’t know this but I had a pretty shitty week and this helped more than I thought answering silly little questions would. Keep doing what you do, and stay safe 🩷

[andfangs]

🎬📺 Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order 🎮🃏 Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice)

harley quinn (dc comics)

fox mulder (the x-files)

bucky barnes (marvel comics)

nadja of antipaxos (what we do in the shadows fx)

death of the endless (the sandman comics)

garrus vakarian (mass effect)

urianger augurelt (final fantasy xiv)

bayonetta (bayonetta game series)

usagi tsukino (sailor moon)

nacho varga (better call saul)

[trackingthenik]

Woodworking in the shade with a beer today, making it the perfect day

[moar-pixxls]

so... who needs coffee?  (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧  

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Gimme 25-35 of those questions bb. Those look fun

25: what’s your dream aesthetic?

Oh gosh...it depends for what??

On the one hand I love dark colors, especially dark purple, and I love spacey and witchy aesthetics, so like.... a Classy version of something like that as a personal aesthetic. Clean lines, black and purple with maybe some white or silver accents as contrast.

But then...in a twist that makes no sense...I also like bright, well lit spaces with softer aesthetics? NOT pastels or florals. More like...idk...like, a room with lots of natural light, plants lining the windows, a soft rug & soft couches with cute pillows, lots of little knick-knacks, no cohesive theme but well organized. That's what my room/home would be like ideally.

26: tea or coffee?

COFFEEEE

27: favorite boardgame?

Right now I've been obsessed with Settlers of Catan, someone introduced me to it last year and now I want to play more, but rarely am around people to play with

28: have you ever used tarot cards?

Friends have done practice tarot readings on me, but I've never had a professional reading and I've never used them myself!

29: what fictional character would you bring to life?

I don't know if i'd want to subject a character to this world...maybe a Squirtle, because it'd just be cool to have a Squirtle.

30: telekinesis or telepathy?

Telekinesis bc I am laaazy

31: real or fake plants?

Real! But I suck at keeping them alive

32: do you have a full length mirror?

UHHH yes! lol I had to look.

33: what’s something that no one on tumblr knows about you?

If I told then they'd....know it? Thus making the answer untrue. A paradox.

34: what’s something that no one outside of tumblr knows?

That I have a whump blog :D

35: dream url?

I have never thought about this actually! maybe something silly and one word like 'boop'

Thank you again <3

This ask game

[josskear]

hello thy is back after a long ass vacation lol 

here is a strilonde drawing i did a little while ago. also i want to do davekat week but i am too laaazy tehe probs do it next year 

[hotpotrandomfics]

Reincarnated Love: Beginnings and Fateful Meetings

Summary: Ciel is boy who lives an average life with his father but on the day of his birthday things started to change. What comes next will forever destroy the old life he has a rebirth was to come soon. Old souls will meet for the first time and new bonds will begin to grow into existence.

Word Count: 6,175

What is it to love; what is it to desire? No one can truly say for those feelings are two separate roads one's heart is torn to follow and it is a path that is never easy to navigate. Two such individuals follow that path unbeknownst to themselves as this unforeseen bond transcends time and the will of the Gods. This tale is of a boy who bends fate to his will and a goddess who will let to embrace the one she has yearned for over six millennia. Who says love doesn't go beyond time? Only fools...

Our story begins on March 7th, 2009, it was the birthday of Ciel Ambrose Silverstein and for most kids his age they would be happy to be another year older, but he didn't see much joy as he never really had friends to spend it with, only his dad. It wasn't as though he didn't care for his dad Ciel loved his dad as he was the closes thing to a best friend he has. The two lived in a single-story house within walking distance of his father's cafe, Crossroads Cafe, a simple hole-in-the-wall place that Ciel has many fond memories of. 

Ciel climbed out of bed like any morning, heading to the bathroom adjacent to his closet door. He washed his face and brushed his teeth as his dad was big on personal hygiene. After doing that, Ciel went to his closet and grabbed his favorite jeans, '09 Nike Pegasus sneakers, the Linkin Park shirt his dad bought at last night's concert (dad was the best), and his pullover hoodie. Once dressed and hair brushed, Ciel made his way to the kitchen and made himself a bowl of Frosted Flakes.

"Good morning troublemaker," said a deep British voice, a blonde man with sky blue eyes and scruff on his face gave the boy a loving pat on his head. "Sleep okay after that mayhem?"

"Yeah! That was so awesome, thanks, Dad!" Ciel said with a mouth full of cereal. 

"Manners young man," said his father with a grin as he filled his favorite mug (number one dad) as he looked at his son. "I keep my promises to you don't I?"

Nodding, Ciel finished the cereal in his mouth before elaborating. "You always do Dad and I appreciate it. Even if your jokes are corny."

"Hey, my jokes are amazing and you love them," his father tried defending himself.

"Only because you look like a dork." Ciel laughed as his dad glared at him sternly before joining in the laugh. The two discussed the highlights of the concert from the guitar solos and the moments where fans got "too happy" and did stuff a twelve-year-old shouldn't witness.

The family of two left their home for a morning walk, it was a mandatory activity in the household something Alex did with his father. Alex liked to share moments like that with his son to show him the joys of nature and talk to him about the world. Explaining many things and here the views of the world from his son's perspective. Ciel from how Alex saw him was intelligent, not academically, but his views of the natural balance of society and nature were something a philosopher would find intriguing. There is a joy to find in society's progress but one must not forget where man and woman came from. Alex would question his son to try and understand the meaning of his surroundings and why did events take place.

For Ciel, answering his father's questions was no simple feat but rather a mountain range he must climb as he navigates for an answer. His father wouldn't simply give him the answers as that would defeat the purpose of hearing Ciel's thoughts. Often than not, Alex would ask if he believed in destiny and fate though the answer Ciel gave him was more so a question to his. "Are fate and destiny not the same thing, or are the two entwined?" He would ask his father who would contemplate the question himself as the two discussed such matters that surprised many eavesdroppers.

"Are you still having those nightmares and daydreams?" Alex asked as the two made their second lap around the block.

"Yeah," Ciel rubbed the back of his neck, "I still see those things. Spirits? Is it normal dad?"

"I can't say for certain," Alex said as he looked to his son who's expression became downcasted. "However, I think there is a reason why you can see those spirits. Can you guess why?"

"Fate?" the boy questioned.

"Possibly," Alex smiled as he tossed his son's hair. "But I like to believe there is a reason for everything, mi hijo."

"Dad!" Ciel whined as he brushed his dad's hand away before giving a small smile to the elder Silverstein. "Can we head back?"

"After just two blocks? Laaazy, but fine since it's your birthday." Alex placed a hand on Ciel's shoulder as the two walked back to their home.

As the two made it to their area of the neighborhood, Ciel notices the door was slightly ajar. Ciel stopped short of the door, looking around his porch nervously of his surroundings. "Dad, somethings off. You locked the door before we left."

"Stay behind me," Alex said as he pushed the door in slowly. Stepping in, they heard a noise coming from the direction of the kitchen. Alex stepped cautiously through the dimly lit hall with Ciel behind him. Granted, it wasn't the smartest idea to have his son follow him into a possibly dangerous situation but the man rather his child be close to him so he may defend him. As the duo passed the threshold into the kitchen to find the culprit who was a woman. 

She stood at five-foot-nine with olive-colored skin that was as flawless as marble. Her hair was a deep black that had a hint of violet as the sun from the kitchen window reflected on her flowing locks. Though her eyes were something to behold, a strong emerald green that had an ever-slight glow to it. The woman wore a burgundy gown and a light assortment of golden jewelry. The woman glanced at the two men before smiling as she raised a cup of tea to her lips.

"Here I come out of my way in my busy schedule and much to my surprise you two aren't who. Really?" the woman said as she placed the cup on the counter.

"Hecate," Alex muttered, "I..."

"It's been too long, Alex. Well, long from the mortal life but it still does not mean I haven't missed your company."

The two adults stared intensely at each other before a loud cough broke the silence.

"Dad, who is she? How does she know you? And why DID SHE BREAK INTO OUR HOUSE?" Ciel asked in worried confusion.

"Relax son," Alex placed a hand on Ciel in the usual comforting manner he did when his son wasn't sure of something. "This is Hecate, she's an old friend. She was around when you were born actually."

"She knows me? She's not some crazy ex?" Ciel inquired causing the woman to laugh.

"My, he has a similar wit to you but I see it's at a younger age. Yes, boy, I've known of you for a long time." The woman gave a small smile that was almost... motherly. "Alex, as much as I would want to be here for more personal reasons I have some news to give you."

"Ciel, go to your room. Hecate and I need to talk." Alex ordered. "Don't worry, we'll go to that Chinese place you like after she and I talk."

"But dad-," Ciel tried to be apprehensive only for his father to give him a stern look.

"Now, Ciel." Nodding, Ciel walked to his room and closed his door, throwing himself on his bed.

"So much for a good birthday," Ciel thought as he buried his face into his pillow.

In the kitchen...

"You haven't told him?" Hecate asked as Alex paced in the kitchen.

"How can I? The boy has plenty to worry about and his mother coming back for a few minutes isn't going to fix that!" Alex growled. "Ciel is happy, he's safe and he doesn't need to deal with that nonsense!"

"Alex, please. The fate of the world is at stake and Chronos forces are on the rise!" Hecate argued back. "Ciel's best chance of survival is going to Camp Halfblood. It's not only your safety that I have in mind, I have his in mind as well."

"He's my son! I can't just let him go off knowing I might lose him!" Alex said as he leaned into the counter, looking out the window. "Please, don't make me do this Hecate."

"He won't be alone, I can assure you." Hecate walked over to him and placed a hand on Alex's. "There are events in place that even I am having difficulty seeing but at the center of it is Ciel. If our son is to survive he must go and train. He must become what he is destined to be."

"I wish it were not the case," Alex looked into Hecate's eyes as the man was on the verge of tears. "Will you guide him? Protect him?"

"You know I cannot do so directly," Hecate retorted before sighing. "Alex, there is something else. I've decided to side with Chronos."

"What?" Alex asked completely flabbergasted. "Are you out of your damned mind?!"

"Watch your tone with me," Hecate warned as her eyes flashed with power but Alex didn't back down.

"Now I am definitely not sending Ciel to that camp! You honestly think me so idiotic to send my flesh and blood up there and expect you to protect him? When you just told me you've sworn to help the god you helped stop in the past?" Alex pulled his hand away from hers as he fumed with anger. "How can you expect me to trust you with that bomb?!"

"Alex, I am tired of being seen as a minor goddess. Never receiving the respect I deserve. Time and again I am left with the "short end" as you claim it. I want to be worshipped and acknowledge as I deserve to be." Hecate said as she turned her back to him. 

The goddess and the man stood in a silence that was a heavy indicator this visit was to be concluded.

"Is the acknowledgment of your children not enough?" Alex questioned as he glanced at the setting sun. "Or the men who have fathered them not enough? Heh, I guess not."

"Alex," Hecate thought begrudgingly as she glanced over her shoulders before disappearing into the shadows. Knowing fully she may have destroyed a bridge between Alex and her. The memories of their brief time together were something she deeply cherished and some of the best times she had in millennia. But her hopes for new world order will allow her to receive what she deserves.

"Dammit," Alex gripped the counter as his eyes redden from the tears he was holding in as the frustration that was bottled in began to leak. "Fate, you're truly cruel than any power in existence that has ever been and that has ever been."

After composing himself, Alex looked at the picture of him and Ciel from when he was five years. The two went to the Florida Keys and stayed in a BnB while having the time of their lives. It was on that trip that Ciel started seeing strange things. He told his father he saw a giant snake in the ocean. If Alex remembered anything from his history classes back in the United Kingdom much of the mythological stories did explain gods, goddesses, heroes, and monsters. Alex was a young father, with no experience with kids whatsoever but when it came to his boy it all made sense for him, even if the talks of monsters seem ludicrous. 

With no help from anyone he thought he did a decent job with him but Hecate coming to them and warning him of war. How was he supposed to explain this to his son? How could he make that trip up the east coast? But as much as he didn't wish to admit she was right. A choice must be made even if it hurts them both. A father has to prepare their children for the threats of the world. Even if that threat is their kin.

For the next few months, Alex had spent most of his time mulling over the pros and cons. During this time Ciel questioned why his dad seemed to be in a sour mood and would brush off the question which only caused the boy to worry in silence. It was on Wednesday, the last day of school when Ciel was on the school bus back home he noticed something stranger than usuals. The ghost of the town kept pointing in the direction of his home which only creeped him out even further. On the driveway of their home, Alex stood in front of his car as his son disembarked from the bus and greeted him. 

"Hey dad, you're home early," Ciel said as he walked to his dad. "Slow day at the cafe?"

"I closed early. Son, there is something we need to talk about." Alex said causing Ciel to quirk a brow.

"Something wrong?"

"Not at the moment but the way things are looking we need to leave," Alex said as he goes into the driver seat of his car with his son the following suit and entering the passenger side.

"Dad, what's going on?" 

"I'm taking you somewhere I never thought I'd have to take you," Alex responded as he pulled out of his driveway and beginning the long drive to the hopeful haven for his son. 

The drive up to this place was filled with much silence and no talking between the father-son duo, whenever Ciel tried to start a conversation the words wouldn't leave his throat, instead, he just watched the change of scenery as they drove up the east coast. They'd only stop for the occasional rest stop and food before continuing the drive further and further from home. 

It was two in the morning when they had reached their destination, Alex took a turn into a strawberry farm called "Delphi Strawberry Service," and followed the dirt road it was on to the nearby forest. As they drew closer lights of a fire could be seen through the canopy of the forest. Once the dirt road had finished, Alex stopped and parked the car outside of the marble gate that was in Ancient Greek but for some reason, Ciel could read it.

"Camp Half-Blood?" Ciel asked his father who stepped out of the car and made his way to the trunk where he pulled out a duffle bag for Ciel. Packed with clothes, the necessities, and his son's favorite book that Alex read to him, the Aeneid.

"Son, you'll be safe here," Alex said as he stepped to the passenger to let Ciel out of the car.

"Dad? What do you mean I'll be safe here?!" Ciel looked up to the older Silverstein who seemed to be on the verge of tears.

"Mi hijo, you're special and I don't mean in the "dad thinks you're his special boy." No, you are destined for something great but the trials you face in the future going to be hard. You'll be okay, you're my strong warrior." Alex smiled as he kneeled kissing his son's forehead.

"Daaad, that's embarrassing!" Ciel slightly pouted from embarrassment. Alex could only chuckle as he took Ciel by the shoulder and guided him to the gate, waiting for them was something Ciel could not expect.

"Ah! What the heck is that?!" Ciel said as he clung to his dad. The pair looked to a man with long brown hair whose upper body was in a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up but what freaked Ciel out was the man's lower half was that of a horse.

"Ciel, don't be rude!" Alex chided. "Apologies, my son hasn't had much exposure to your world and even I find it unbelievable."

"It is of no worry," said an older voice. "Tell me, child, what is your name?"

"C-Ciel. Ciel Ambrose Silverstein, Mister?"

"It is a fine name. I am called Chiron. I am somewhat of a mentor for boys and girls like you."

"Like me?" Ciel titled his head to the left in confusion as he gazed at the centaur.

"Demigods, heroes, and great warriors," Chiron said with a gentle smile before glancing at Alex. "I shall give you a moment." Chiron walked a short distance to be out of earshot and let the two say their goodbyes.

"I will come and get you at the end of the summer, okay?" Alex said as knelt down to be at his son's eye level. "I know I can't give you all the answers but-"

"So you're abandoning me?!" Ciel shouted at his father who looked shocked at such an accusation.

"No! Heavens no," Alex gripped his son's shoulders, "but I can't protect you son and I couldn't bear the thought of you dying or being hurt. I need you to be safe and I know you will be here, so please, trust me and what I say. Have I ever lied to you?"

Ciel thought for a moment about his father's words before answering. "No, sir."

"I love you, Ciel." Alex pulled his son into a hug while Ciel returned the same affection.

After a few moments, the two separated and Ciel grabbed his bag and walked to the gates. Waving "goodbye" to his father and disappearing into the darkness of the night.

"Hecate, you better protect my son." Alex wiped the tears from his eyes before entering his car and driving back the way he came. Leaving his son to the Fates and the gods. 

The next day Ciel was guided by one of the older campers through Camp Half-Blood. It didn't take long to learn the location for where everything was but Ciel was still cautious of everything around him. From the sounds of the forge to the pranking of the Hermes kids and the sight of the lava wall, he was convinced he'd probably die here. Though during breakfast he met two campers briefly, Justin and Lucille Peters, a brother and sister pair who have two different godly parents from how they explained it. Justin was a son of Apollo and Lucille was a daughter of Hephestus, it was odd how they'd have different godly parents but then again Ciel didn't know his. From what he could gather it seemed most of the kids here were of the twelve major Olympian gods while you had a mixed population of demigods born from minor gods or demigods whose parents haven't claimed them. Some demigods weren't claimed for years or if ever at all and it was a sad fact.

Ciel counted himself lucky that he at least had his dad and hoped he was right about coming here. Though it did beg the question, who was his godly parent, and would he be claimed tonight or never at all? Questions for later but for the time being Ciel would just take in his surroundings until he was comfortable to walk on his own. The Hermes kid let him know if he had any questions to not be shy and ask any of the older campers to which he nodded. 

Ciel would wander through the camp until he felt a hand on his back, instantly, he jumped in a slight panic.

"Oops, sorry I didn't mean to spook you," said the boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, and a prosthetic leg. "I just wanted to introduce myself, my name is Justin Peters. What's yours?"

"Um, I'm Ciel Ambrose Silverstein. Wait aren't you the kid from earlier?" Ciel asked.

"Yep! Thought you would like some company you know since your new and all. Don't worry, me and my sister were in the same boat about a year ago. We're lucky we have each other but it's hard the first few days." Justin said with a smile.

"I suppose. Sorry, I'm not really with people."

"Oh don't worry about it! We can work on that together if you'd like." Justin responded to which Ciel couldn't help but smile. "So wanna do something fun?"

"Uh, sure?" Ciel responded.

"Great!" Justin said as he took hold of Ciel's arm, pulling him to the archery field. The two boys had shown up in the archery field meeting with the instructor, another child of Apollo, to who Justin introduced Ciel while explaining him being a new camper and was going to show him a little archery. Justin's older sibling advises him to take it slow with instructions to Ciel. Following the instructions of the older child and grabbing a pair of bows and two quivers of arrows. Justin began instructing Ciel on the principles of archery while going into depth about the anatomy of a bow and arrow. Ciel took to the instructions like a fish to the water as Justin helped Ciel get the posture down and load an arrow to fire.

For some reason, this felt natural to Ciel from the grip of the bow in his left hand and the fletching of the arrow in his right. Taking a steady breath to get his breathing in rhythm before brought the arrow up, lining his shot then fire...

"By the gods!" Justin said in surprise as he saw the direction of Ciel's arrow whizzing through the air hitting a bull's eye. "Ciel! That was amazing! And you said you never shot a bow and arrow ever?"

"N-no," Ciel responded shyly, "but it just felt natural, ya know?"

"We might have another son of Apollo on our hands," Justin said giving his new friend a love tap to the shoulder before laughing. Ciel could only shake his head and laugh.

"Hey! Justin! I made a new thing!" a girl shouted as she ran to the two boys almost going through the line of fire on the archery range. She was brunette covered in soot and grease but wore a warm smile and a pair of goggles on her head.

"Lucy! Careful! Remember there are people shooting arrows here!" Justin chided his sister.

"Oops, sorry it's just I'm a little excited because I wanna show you something." Lucille, a girl no older than nine showed the two boys a small bronze bull. At first, it seemed like a little figure until it started moving and mooing.

"Wow, that's cool!" Ciel said as he looked at the girl's creation. "You made that?"

"Yep! Wait, you're the new boy! I'm Lucille but my friends and family call me Lucy," the girl said as she offered her right hand, though covered in oil and grease, Ciel shook it kindly as to not seem rude.

"I'm Ciel, it's nice to meet you, Lucille."

"Call me Lucy, if you're a friend of my brother then you're a friend of mine." The girl gave a kind smile to Ciel to which he returned in kind.

"Lucy, you want to see something cool?" Justin asked as he turned to Ciel.

"Sure!" Lucille responded excitedly. 

With an encouraging nod from Justin, Ciel loaded another arrow into his bow and fired, landing a bull's eye again. What could be acquainted with sheer luck was something in the making. To Ciel, each arrow fired was liberating like it was something only he could do and do in confidence. 

His display was drawing a small crowd from all the other campers on the field who huddled behind the twelve-year-old who had no prior experience with archery. The crow was captivated by the display and lost it when Ciel finished off by sending the last arrow straight through one of his previously fired arrows. The crowd behind the ever ignorant Ciel clapped and caused him to yelp in surprise getting a chuckle from the crowd of campers. After a few words of praise and hopeful wishes from the children of Apollo, Ciel left the archery range with a very bubbly Lucille and Justin dragging him around the camp for a second tour. Granted he seen the majority of the camp but to be in the company of kids closer to his age was comforting. 

For the rest of the day, Ciel spent it with the Peters siblings having fun but he still was a little sad. When the siblings weren't looking Ciel would wipe tears that threaten to escape. The trio would split off during dinner at the pavilion where Ciel had some time to think to himself. He had a plate of pizza and garlic bread and was enjoying the greasy carb meal. When he was done he tossed half a piece of garlic bread into the flames that other campers were doing to sacrifice to the gods. Hopefully, his parent liked garlic bread otherwise that would be a crime of the most unforgivable kind.

Once dinner was finished, Ciel made his way to the bonfire getting a seat away from the crowd of campers flocking in. Instead of sitting on a long, he sat on the dirt finding it was more than enough and so he could lean his back against the long as he gazed at the stars. He took his attention away from the sky when Chiron called for the attention of the campers to which they all listened.

"Good evening, heroes." Chiron's voice was soft but loud enough to be heard. "Tonight we have someone new and he is someone I suggest we take notice of since he had an impressive display at the archery field. Come on here," Chiron motioned for Ciel to go and stand next to him, Ciel did so nervously as he walked over to stand to the centaur. "Introduce yourself, don't be shy."

"Um, hi! I'm Ciel and I'm from Florida," he rubbed the back of his neck in the nervous tick he had. 

"Tell us more!" Justin shouted from where he was sitting with Lucille who mimicked her brother's shout. 

"Uh, I don't really got anything interesting-" Ciel was cut off as a circle of flames surrounded him causing Chiron to move out of the way from the strong flames. The campfire behind rose fifteen feet into the air and changing between blue and violet shades from the flames and a pair of violet torches hovered over Ciel's head. He was scared of the fire but it didn't hurt him. Whether out of stupidity or curiosity, Ciel reaches to the flames with his left hand and the flames died down until the campfire turned back to normal.

"What the hell just happened?!" Ciel shouted then covered his mouth, that wasn't a good impression. "Sorry..."

"Language aside," Chiron started as he looked to the boy, "you've been claimed child by a powerful goddess, the Titaness, Hecate. Congratulations."

A few weeks later... 

Ciel was at the archery fields as it became his favorite pastime here at camp. Justin, his new best friend, would come out with him and have shooting competitions. It was the perfect motivator to want to get better because Justin was a son of the god of archery so he had some amazing skill but Ciel was always able to make them break even in their little contest. It would get Justin to pout but he didn't pout for long as the two would always break into a laughing fit. Justin was a good friend to Ciel when he hadn't had one for such a long time and was good at getting him out of his shell for pretty much everything. Even Lucille would watch their contest and act as a judge for fun, though she would get squirrelly and would just start tinkering with whatever little project she brought with her.

Granted, after being claimed and being one of the few children of Hecate, his siblings did teach him what their mother represented and provide him with what comfort they could. Though it seems that children of Hecate are introverted beyond belief which wasn't bad. The thing enjoyed with his demigod siblings was learning magic but he hasn't shown any ability in that area yet. For now, though he'll play to what he's a natural at that being archery and surprisingly tracking.

Ciel had been trying to mimic some of the older archers by doing certain movements such as quickdraws, shooting multiple arrows, shooting from different stances. All of which were becoming easier each day he practice. While doing one of his unique shots he heard footsteps coming his way, landing the bull's eye he heard clapping behind him. 

Turning he was met by the sight of a gorgeous girl that was around his age. She had auburn hair, yellow eyes that had a hint of silver, and pale white skin. She wore combat boots, winter camo pants, and a white parka. Equipment-wise, she was carrying a silver bow with a matching quiver, and a combat knife on her hip.

"You shoot well for someone so young," the girl said.

"We are around the same age as far as I can tell," Ciel responded as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Do you not know who I am?" the girl asked as her brow quirked up.

"Should I? I have only been here for a few weeks. Sorry." Ciel said rubbing his neck nervously.

"I see, well, my name is Artemis."

"Like the goddess?" Ciel questioned.

"The very same," Artemis responded, "but your assessment is a little off because I am that goddess." Ciel's face went as pale as what was possible for a man of his skin tone could. Kneeling in a panic Ciel when ahead and face-planted. 

"Ow!" Ciel whined as Artemis let out a light chuckle. "Sorry," he said as stood back up, "I hope I didn't offend you Lady Artemis."

"You did no such thing, but you did however amused me with your attempt at trying to be respectful. I will let it slide," Artemis said as she regained her composure. "You're quite skilled with that bow of yours. Are you a child of my brother, Ares, or Athena?" the goddess inquired to which Ciel shook his head "no."

"I'm a son of Hecate," the nervous boy said, "allow me to introduce myself properly. My name is Ciel Ambrose Silverstein and it's an honor to meet you Lady Artemis. I've only known about this world for only a few weeks but I'm trying to learn. So I do apologize in advance if I don't know something or do something wrong."

"You're quite mature for only what, eleven?" Artemis questioned.

"Twelve, actually."

"Your father a hunter?" 

"No."

"Then how can you handle a bow so well? I imagine you have no experience from how you just explained yourself." 

"Oh, you be right there but it's just strange, it just feels natural to have a bow in my hand," Ciel said as he glanced at his bow with a small smile. "It's weird but it's a familiar feeling, I probably am not making any sense am I?"

"You are," Artemis said as she looked at the young boy before an idea came to mind. "Say, Ciel was it? Care to have a friendly competition?"

"A competition?" Ciel asked as he glanced at the goddess.

"Nothing too insane, just an archery competition between the two of us." Artemis looked at the boy with a challenging look in her eyes.

"I'm not sure if I am worthy or skilled enough to compete against you," Ciel hesitated though Artemis shot him a stern glare. "But I'd be happy to face you Lady Artemis."

"Excellent," Artemis smirked as she took a stance next to the child of Hecate. "First to twenty-five bull's eye?" Ciel nodded in agreement as his nervous deemer hardens into that of someone serious.

The two went on Artemis signal as they began their competition, the two let their arrows fly one by one. As the competition was underway, a gathering of campers and some of the Hunters of Artemis watched the display of skill between the goddess and the demigod. The two were three for three, Artemis clearly the more skilled but Ciel's natural ability was making the match slightly more even. Artemis glanced over to see that Ciel wasn't gonna submit easily so she decided to get a bit more showie by shooting at a faster rate. Ciel noticed this and began speeding his rate of fire to which caused Artemis to grin slightly.

"Not bad kid, but I'm better," Artemis thought as she kept hitting the target repeatedly, her arrows slicing clean through her arrows. 

It seemed Artemis was about to win one step closer to victory only to be shocked with how Ciel kept a steady pace as her. Each breath was released with each arrow with such accuracy that Artemis had to admit she was impressed. No mortal has shown this level of skill for so long in her existence, only two men ever showed this level of skill but they were long gone. Men she hadn't thought of for a few centuries as she had gotten over their deaths ages ago.

The goddess and the demigod were on their last arrow, this last shot would determine the victor and Artemis wasn't going to lose this. With such quickness, she shot her arrow and landing perfectly on her target. Turning to her adversary with a grin, believing she won Ciel had surprised her by landing a perfect bull's eye that shattered the last arrow he shot causing a-

"No way! A tie?!" one random demigod shouted.

Ciel dropped to his knees panting as a blanket of sweat cascaded his face. He looked to his target surprised he even kept up at all. His arms were aching and he was exhausted trying not to fall behind. It was one thing to compete against Justin but against the Goddess of the Hunt? Nope, not an easy task and not one he'd forget for the longest time. 

"Well, you seem pretty capable. Well done, but don't let this get to your head." Artemis warned.

"Why would I do that? This was fun Lady Artemis," Ciel panted as he looked to the goddess who gave him a narrow eye glare before giving him a small smirk, shaking her head.

"You're an odd one, I expect you to do better the next time and give me a real competition next time."

"There's gonna be the next time?" Ciel gulped.

"Of course," Artemis said sternly, "I am a goddess and I am not one to let someone get the better of me. Especially, to a man."

"I um hope to give you a good competition then?" Ciel said as Artemis walked off with her Hunters in toe. After Artemis left the archery field, Ciel was stormed by Justin and Lucille who began questioning why he was competing against Artemis. How was able to tie and was a secret descendant of Apollo from previous generations. He tried to answer but Justin and Lucille shaking him like a maraca was not helping with him trying to explain himself to them.

While Artemis had walked away with her Hunters, her sister Thalia decides to try and ask the goddess who simply brushed off the questioning. Thalia did make a light joke of Artemis seeing a cute boy but that only caused the goddess to shoot her the nastiest death glare anyone has seen for a while. It was quite humorous for the Hunters to see their lieutenant get nervous as they knew Artemis wasn't someone that would break her vow. As the Hunters talked amongst themselves in response to their astonishment at the young demigod skill their mistress was plagued by a quiet thought in her head. 

"He seems so much like those two. Huh, haven't thought of those two for some time. Maybe he might be good for the hunt in a few years? Mmm, no. Last men that join the hunt died..." Artemis sighed as she glanced back over her shoulder to the direction of where Ciel was. "Best not to dwell on it and tempt the Fates."

This summer would define Ciel's life forever. From being claimed by his mother who chose not to show up until Ciel's life was endangered, to make two friends, and now having a goddess as a rival? Fate truly was cruel but certain events have been set in motion and Ciel was at the center of it all. This was a new beginning for Ciel, he was important whether he realized it or not as his path has become intertwined with others. Hopefully, he can make the right choice or he may meet an untimely fate...

[homestuckexamination]

“considering the usual problems come from Capitalist Society forcing people into boxes to work for a system in things they may not be properly capable of handling, for minimal pay. I do think given proper choice, freedom and care, people are driven to aid others and provide for the community! I feel a more adequate comparison would be less the worker not doing their job on storing the grain, and more the people up the chain selling or handling it deciding they prefer letting the grain rot than giving their workers adequate pay/giving it to people that need it cheaper/for free.”

THIS. THANK YOU. I’m so sick of corporate assholes spouting that “hurr we have to overwork ppl or they’ll be laaazy” bullcrap to justify shit when more often that not, what you said right there is much more true! Sorry if I sound ranty but shit like that hurts ppl and I’m glad you’re calling it out!

No it’s okay, thank you. X3 I have strong opinions about Capitalism and Economics, but also I am a Homestuck, so that’s not much of a surprise, I feel-

[assfcrdays]

cooking quinoa for the very first time... let’s see how that goes

also sorry for slow replies and owed starters and stuff, i am just fucking laaazy atm (i am still on vacation ok)

[asktwoface]

A little bit of love and support.

(Thank you to @ask-manbat for doing this really cute RP with me!)

Kirk was indeed cleaning the kitchen as he said, something he did when he was stressed. He was rearranging the cabinets for the third time that month and had already washed the dishes by hand twice. Harvey put down the bags of groceries, stepping up behind Kirk. “Hey.. you alright sweetheart?” He asked softly, kissing his cheek. Kirk sighed. “I’m fine. Perfectly inadequately fine. As I always have been and always will be” he muttered. Harvey looked shocked, holding his boyfriend a little closer, clearly concerned. “Honey that- doesn’t sound fine.. what happened?” He asked worriedly. He hated seeing Kirk upset. Kirk frowned and stared down at the floor. “Bruce Wayne happened...” he mumbled.

Harvey sighed slightly, taking Kirk’s hand in his. “Poor dear.. would you like to come sit with me? I’ll try my best to take your mind off it.” Kirk sighed and nodded. “Sure... why not” he said quietly. Harvey held his hand as he led Kirk to the couch, laying his jacket over the back of the seat. Taking a seat, he tapped next to him, offering a proper hug. Kirk sat down next to him, immediately hugging him tightly. “I don’t- I don’t know why I just-“ he whispered, sounding close to tears. Harvey hugged back just as tight, running his fingers through his boyfriends hair. “I know, sweetheart. You can rant if you need to..” he said soothingly. Kirk sniffled quietly. “I- talking to him and- I just... remembered how worthless I am. Inadequate. Waste of space, useless” he muttered, repeating all the words that had been said to him when he was younger. Harvey kept gently petting Kirk, kissing his cheek. “Oh.. mi amor, my love, you’re none of those things, none of them at all. You’re wonderful, and talented and.. you’re nothing like that.” Kirk sighed. “Twenty five years. Twenty five years of being compared to Bruce Wayne. Told how worthless I was compared to Bruce Wayne. How I’d never be anything compared to Bruce. Goddamn. Wayne” he muttered, glaring at the wall. Harvey could tell that there was an awful lot of spite here. “You’re nothing like Bruce. You’re not worthless my dear. You’re better, he’s just a playboy, you take care of things.” He assured him.

Kirk frowned. “I’m not. He was right, I’m nothing. He owns a company and I turned myself into a bat” Harvey gently kissed the top of Kirk’s head. “You’re not nothing in my opinion and whichever jackass told you that-“ he began, sounding genuinely pissed off on Kirk’s behalf. Kirk laughed quietly. “I’m afraid if you wanted to fight him, he’s dead in the ground. Has been for about seven years now” he muttered. “My dad” Harvey sighed, flicking the coin between his knuckles. A usual habit when annoyed. “Fucking bastard.” He said simply. “You deserved better than that.” Harvey shook his head rapidly. “No the fuck he wasn’t what kinda fucking asshole would be such a dick?” Kirk chuckled sadly at that. “My dad, my father in law, my brother in law, most citizens of Gotham,” he listed. Harvey flipped the coin once. Then twice. “Well they’re all dickheads who are completely and utterly wrong.” He insisted.

Kirk nodded. “I suppose. I did do one thing right” he said, cuddling closer to Harvey. “I met you” He relaxed somewhat, cuddling Kirk tightly. “I.. yeah you’re right. That is a good thing you did!” Harvey said softly, trying his best not to loss his temper. “My dearest..” Kirk leaned up to kiss Harvey on the cheek. “The best thing I’ve ever done...” he said softly. Harvey blushed lightly, gently kissing Kirk’s cheek in return, resting his head ontop of Kirk’s. “You make me sound like some kinda catch.” He teased. Kirk grinned. “The smartest, most handsome man in Gotham? I’d say you are” “I’m hardly smart or handsome, my love.” Harvey said with a slight smile. “I mean, no offense to Harv but we aren’t exactly attractive anymore.” Kirk leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips. “You’re the most attractive man I’ve ever seen” he purred. Harvey gently kissed Kirk’s neck, blushing softly. “Kiirk.. you’re clearly more attractive than me.” He said softly. Kirk blushed and hummed happily at the neck kisses. “You must be looking in a mirror, my dear” he said softly. Harvey didn’t say anything for a good minute, biting down softly- just enough to leave a mark. “Mine.” He whispered softly. Very protective. “We adore you so much, our beautiful, handsome, wonderful boyfriend.” Kirk gasped quietly, thoroughly enjoying the bite. “Yours, all yours my dear. My incredible, intelligent, handsome partner” he said, running a hand through Harvey’s hair. Harvey chuckled quietly, holding Kirk gently, trying to be as sweet as he could be. "All mine. You want some food? I bought groceries." Kirk smiled. “Sure honey, I’d love some” he said softly. Harv chucked some blankets over Kirk, standing up and heading to the kitchen. "I'LL MAKE PASTA. WAIT HERE, JEKSY." He said with a grin. Starting to cook to the best of his ability. Kirk laughed as he caught the blankets, wrapping them around himself. “Alright dear, thank you” Harv was in the process of trying to remember how to cook, but it was going well. Humming as he worked. Eventually he returned with some pasta with just a basic tomato sauce. Handing a plate to Kirk. "GOD YOU'RE CUTE LIKE THAT."

Kirk blushed as he took the plate. “Thank you dear, but I’m not cute” he mumbled. "I agree with Harv for once. You're adorable." Harvey said affectionately. Kirk’s blush darkened and he hid his face under the blankets. “Nooo. I’m not cute!” He mumbled. "Cutest doctor. Handsome man." Harvey insisted with a smug smile. Kirk made a noise similar to a flustered squeak. “Hush! I- I’m- you just like seeing me flustered!” He said. Harvey considered it for a moment. "While true, we do genuinely think you're very attractive." Kirk stuck his tongue out before beginning to eat. “And I, you my dear” he said quietly. Harvey had been eating while they were talking, chuckling slightly. "I suppose we are. To some degree." Kirk frowned. “Now don’t make me prove you wrong” he said pointedly. Harv grinned, raising an eyebrow. “AND HOW WOULD YA DO THAT, JEKSY?” He asked. Kirk grinned before setting the food to the side and moving so he was straddling their hips, blushing lightly. “By convincing you” he said simply, resting his hands on their shoulders and beginning to Pepper their face with kisses. Harv looked away, blushing darkly, arm around Kirk’s waist to keep him on their lap. “OH NO, I’VE BEEN AMBUSHED WITH KISSES WHATEVER WILL I FUCKIN’ DO.” He said with an embarrassed laugh. Kirk laughed quietly before moving down to their neck, covering the unscarred side with gentle kisses and bites. “My handsome, wonderful boyfriend~” he muttered. Harv was practically melting, hiding his face in his hands. “O-OH FUCK THAT... JEKSY I’M NOT THAT WONDERFUL BUT I GET THE POINT.” Kirk grinned smugly. “Well, I think I’d better make sure you get the point” he said before gently pulling Harv into a deep kiss. Harv kissed back eagerly to the best of his ability, running his fingers through Kirk’s hair once more. Pulling away after a moment, he smiled softly, “POINT GOTTEN.” Kirk smiled. “I win~” he said softly. “YOU ABSOLUTELY WIN.” Harv said with a nod. “LOVE YA, JEKSY.” Kirk cuddled him close.

“I love you too, my dear” Harv rested his head on Kirk’s chest, closing his eyes with a satisfied sigh. “mhm..” Kirk ran a hand through Harv’s hair. “How about we go to bed, hm?” He offered .Harv nodded gently, clinging to Kirk. "Don't wanna move." He mumbled. Kirk chuckled. “Honey, I can’t carry you. And we’ll break our backs if we sleep here” he pointed out. "UUUuuuuUUUgh." Harv whined, before getting up, shuffling upstairs to bed. "I knoooow, but I'm still laaazy." Kirk smiled, following along. “Well, is there any way I can make it up to you?” He asked quietly. "Cuddle me?" Harv requested once they reached the bedroom, kicking off his shoes and flopping onto bed. Kirk laughed. “Sure honey, I can do that” he said, taking off his shirt and socks, setting them to the side before crawling into bed and laying next to Harv, resting his head on the other man’s chest. “I love you” he whispered. Harv cuddled him closely, trying his best to get comfy, throwing one leg over Kirk’s with a happy yawn. “I love you tooo.” He whispered back, closing his eyes. Shivering slightly. Kirk glanced up at him in concern. “Are you alright, dear?” He asked quietly. Harv nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine... I just get really cold sometimes. Like, ya know when you’re ill? But when I’m healthy. Guess that’s what happens to burnt skin or something.” Kirk frowned, cuddling him closer. “Well, I’ll do my best to keep you warm then” he whispered. Harv wiggled into the hug, burying his face into Kirk's shoulder. "Mmm.. you're always so cosy Mr Sweater Man Sir." Kirk blushed at that. “You’re so mean to me” he muttered, sticking his tongue out. Harv kissed Kirk's chest gently with an innocent look. "I am just a sleepy boy. I can do no harm." He said sweetly before closing his eyes once more. Hiding in the blankets. Kirk chuckled quietly. “You’re lucky I love you, handsome” he said before getting comfortable and eventually falling asleep himself. Harv fell asleep against Kirk, sleeping quite restlessly. At least he had his boyfriend.