#ill go hibernate now

[kleinv01]

SMALL DEMO UPDATE .... !!

i just updated the build and it's available to be played now (being annoying rn bcs im announcing this everywhere lol)

these past few months ive been working back n forth on polishing demo - working on log 01 simultaneously because i was so indecisive, and i ended up having a hard time because it was tough to focus on both at the same time lmao so i made the choice of polishing the demo first until im happy w how it looks, and i think i feel better about it now . the indecisiveness is rly getting to me i fear (its embarrassing bc i legit made a devlog on log 01 progress just a while ago LMFAO IM SORRY JSKAHKSG!!!!!!!!!!))))) so here it is, a demo update (??) most of the changes are mainly visuals and just fixing grammar errors/gui, story progression wise it's all the same, there's just new scenes added in between, scenes that i had to left out in the original demo to save up gameplay duration time bcs i think it was quite long already ?? (VIEW MORE SCREENSHOTS BELOW)

the changes are not significant but feel free to check out the new build if u are interested, or wait until log01 release which is gonna take a while lol//// (the characters now blink and have speaking animation, height-accurate, and theyre not awkwardly placed anymore lmfao) 3 'new' characters are also introduced, (2 of them being briar and cassius ^^) u can see them if MC decide to go to the office . . . and interact w them! some other minor improvements are also made ^ ^

please let me know if you happen to encounter any errors and i'll get right into it asap! i hope you enjoy the changes i've made just as much as i do! thank you so much for everyone's support :3c

[crescentfool]

ohh the joy of videos and streams... i like listening to people talk about things they like/think about it’s very contagious... 🥺

[soiwatchthestars]

i'm sorry that i've been absent on here the past few weeks - i'm not feeling well and it doesn't seem to be going anywhere soon, so most of my posts have been queued and will be for a lil while! i'm not ignoring dms, just not feeling good and looking at screens is hard lol so pls bear with me 😭

[toxooz]

AIGHT thats the last of the goretobers workin on the next comic section now b4 i implode peace 🤘

[keg-the-imp]

i love college

[aria0fgold]

Me: Last night sure did a number on me, I'm def gonna sleep early tonight.

My phone: 39%... The time: 10: 57 pm...

Immediately calculates the time it'll take for it to get full if I charge it at around 12 am.

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Tim Drake: Ugly Duckling (dp x dc)

So this is the last day of pride month, and so also the last day of me trying to write as many LGBTQ+ canon dc characters. It’s been fun (and I got to read a whole bunch of comics which was actually much more fun than the first time I’d tried to read those!!)

Now even though this is the end of June, feel free to send an ask if you want me to write a blurb with any character. I make no promises, but I will very much try! (It might take a while especially if I’m in a Tumblr hibernation phase.)

Anyways, for the last day of pride month I wanted to do Tim Drake coz he’s dc’s main “it” gay girl. I’ve been working on this Dead Tired fic for ages, based on the post about Tim getting turned into a swan and meeting Danny, who as a prince has to give him a kiss to change him back (I can’t find the prompt but it was hilarious so this was my take on it).

Here’s the beginning of the fic:

Red Robin was on patrol duty, while Batman and Robin were following a lead on possible joker safehouses. All in all, It was a pretty quiet night with only two muggings, both low-energy as both perpetrator ran away as soon as a bat-shaped shadow moved. 

So Red Robin had spent most of the night chatting with Babs. He was grappling around town, as they started on the new date app they’d both found out Jason was using.

“I told him he can’t put only photos of his motorcycle but- wait I’m getting a call,” Oracle interrupted herself. Tim waited before the earpiece came to life again.

“Sorry to cut this short Red Robin, got a full-attention request from Canary. If you need anything, beep me, and Keep your coms open.”

“Bye, Oracle,” he said, and like that, Red Robin was alone once again.

 He stopped on Grand Avenue Station and just let himself take in Gotham. The city was beautiful at night, and Tim was itching for a camera. He seen hundreds of pictures of the city’s skyline but they always managed to be unique. The night sky may always be covered by dark clouds above, but Gotham had its own stars in the lights shinning on top of the skyscrapers. So lost in his thoughts, Tim was, he almost missed the soft noise that sounded behind him. The voice that sounded behind him was harder to miss.

“Wither away so late, Little Red Bird?”

Red Robin turned to see a tall woman standing half in the shadows

“Sorry, can I help you?” Answered the vigilante despite the bad feeling creeping up to him.

“I’d like to know where I can find your guardian,” the woman said, still in the shadows.

“You mean Batman?” He chanced.

The woman nodded and Tim resisted the urge to sigh.If this was another one of Bruce’s ill-advised fling, Tim was going to hack every electronic device the man had to play sex-eds on loops for at least a week.

“He’s busy at the moment.” Then feeling like he shouldn’t assume what the woman wanted Bruce for, he continued. “But if you need any help, I’ll do my best.”

The woman stepped forward, and Tim could see her better. Her face was bare, but her distinctive outfit seemed to indicate she was some kind of vigilante-slash-criminal. The outfit did, in fact, ring a bell in the back of his mind, but it was dim. Tim didn’t tense up, but he did angle his body in a way to accommodate for a better escape through grappling. She continued walking until she was within arm’s reach of Tim, towering over him. She extended a hand to lightly caress his cheek, and Tim went still at the touch.

“Such a kind Little Bird you are,” she said gently. “You know, you remind me of my daughter.” She sighed. “Oh, what pretty children you both are.”

“Thank you,” said Tim as he sidestepped out of the way. “I’m sure she’s a lovely person.”

“Oh she was,” the woman said and through his growing wariness, Tim spared a thought for the girl. “She had dark hair and the fairest skin, just like you. The most beautiful girl in the land some would even say.”

That niggling feeling came back as a feeling of familiarity poked at him once again. “You must’ve been very proud.”

The woman let out an airy laugh before saying playfully/contemplating. “mustn’t I?”

A shiver ran down his back. Alright, there was something wrong with this woman, and Tim wasn’t waiting around to find out what. Not without any information or backup.

“Well, if there’s nothing I can do for you, I really have to get going,” Tim said as he took out his grapple gun. In a second, the gun was ripped from his hand , and he was slammed to the side of the staircase leading up to the roof. He let out a gasp at the impact and his features tensed in pain. The woman hadn’t even touched him.

“Not so fast, Little Bird. We don’t want you going back to the Batman just yet.  I’m not ready to make him my Knight yet.”

“Your knight?” Tim managed to get out. He tried to move his arms, but some unseen force was pinning him in place. Shit, that meant he couldn’t reach the comm to send out a distress signal. Hopefully Babs would check in soon.

The woman smiled as she approached him once again. “What better for a Queen, than a Dark Knight?”

And just like that it clicked. “You’re the Queen of Fables.” 

“Well look at this, you’ve got the brains and the beauty,” she teased, her voice as smooth as honey.

“What do you want with Batman?” Tim asked though he could guess from previous encounters she had had with the Justice League that the villainess wanted to turn Bruce into a fairytale character of some sort. She’d done the trick on Clark, and twice on Diana, so it was probably Batman’s turn now. So, yes, Tim could guess, But the longer he kept her talking the more time he had to figure out a way out of this.

“I told you, he’ll be a Knight of the Queen,” She extended a hand and tilted Tim’s face up. “Do you know what that would make you Little Bird?” 

Most villains assumed the batclan worked like a crime family. So the family of a knight? “Nobility,” Tim guessed, unsure where this was going.

“Exactly.” She smiled, and then she moved. Tim braced for the hit.

Instead of a punch though, he only felt a tingling sensation. Cautiously, he opened his eyes, only for them to grow bigger as he took in his uniform. Or the lack thereof.

He was in something-century clothing, in some sort of frilly shirt and pants, all in white. This was worse than a punch. Then, as the thought hit him, Tim’s hands flew to his face only to come in contact with the silky fabric of a masquerade mask. He sighed in relief, and as he calmed down, he realized he was now free of the force pinning him down.

“The color is for my daughter,” the Queen said. Then, she let her head fall to the side before tracing a line across his forehead and Tim could feel something like a circlet setting down on it. “There you go. Now, it’s perfect. You could practically be siblings.” 

“No thanks.,” Tim answered.

The Queen tsked him. “That’s no way to behave Little Bird, has nobody taught you to say thank you when you receive a gift.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” Tim disagreed mildly as he took stock of his weapons. Everything was gone, including the earpiece, which meant Babs had to have been alerted and someone was en route.

The Queen frowned. “I was going to be merciful, for you guardian’s sake, but I no longer feel generous.” She raised her hand and Tim tried to roll away, but the magic beam swerved and hit him in a blinding flash of light.

When he managed to open his eyes once again, the world seemed quite a bit bigger than it had been moments before. 

“What did you do to me?” He said. Or tried to say.

Instead a strange squawk echoed and Tim took a step back in surprise. However, he lost his balance and started to fall and as he tried to catch himself with his hand, two large white wings unfolded. He dropped down, which wasn’t as far as he would’ve estimated and laid stiff. He moved his left arm, and a white wing followed suit. 

Oh, no. Oh no no no.

A grating laugh interrupted his freak out. “There you are my pretty Little Bird, all better. White really is your colour, don’t you th-“

With a loud hiss, Tim propelled himself towards the woman. Making use of his newfound beak, he pecked and bit everything he could, as he flapped his wings.

“Blasted creature- Get off! Stop it, you despicable, puny-“ 

Finally she managed to grab Tim and throw him away from her. He landed with a squawk, but managed to get himself back to his feet quickly. “You little/awful brat,” she snarled. “You’ll pay for this!”

But as the Queen threw out her hand, something rippled in the air between them and the magic beam seem to explode midway into a green vortex. Tim’s clumsy attempt at waddling away had him head straight towards it, and it was in vain that he tried to redirect the course. She and Tim made eye contact as the swan-boy tipped right into the swirling green vortex, both of their eyes wide-open in surprise.

Danny was exhausted. He was currently on week one of the full month of Royal Duties he’d promised Clockwork. Being Prince of the Infinite Realm was not all that it was cracked up to be, and that was saying a lot since he had already been expecting it to be awful. 

When Clockwork had made the request, Danny had proceeded to freak out about his new status, and then tried to abdicate. It was only the master of time reminding him of all the terrible possible candidate for the throne per rites of combat (such as Vlad) that stopped him from washing his hands of this mess. And now Danny was forced to spend one whole month of his summer vacation in the Ghost Zone to fulfill his duty as a Prince. 

He thought it would be some paperwork, maybe a battle or two, nothing too bad, but nooo. Because, of course nothing was easy, Danny had to show up at Events, and be Diplomatic. It was meeting, after meeting, after weird parties that were a mix between Medieval Banquets and Debutante balls. 

And worse of all were the marriage proposals. Danny could sorta understand, marrying into royalty was a definite plus for a lot of more powerful ghosts but when they called him a half-breed behind his back, only to smile in his face with a marriage contract in one hand and flowers in the other, that was where he drew the line. 

Plus there was also the fact that he was, like sixteen.

Suffice to say, Danny was exhausted and hiding out in Pariah Dark’s old castle as a last resort. It wasn’t his favorite place all in all, but the gardens were absolutely beautiful, which was where he was walking. He was currently headed to the hedge maze, since it was the best way to get rid of any tails he may or may not have. 

The maze was nasty if it didn’t like you, and it didn’t like anybody but Danny, and even then, it still tried to take a bite every once in a while. Despite the snaking vines and roots trying to capture anything that moved, the flowers that wailed softly when disturbed or the sharp thorns of the hedge plants themselves, it was still a beautiful place. Uniquely, the closer you got to the centre, the more colorful (and dangerous) everything got, which was why he liked it best. 

He reached the centre much quicker than the first time he tried, thanks to the maze actually helping him, and something pale caught his eye right in the middle of the open area, right next to the bench Danny loved to use. As he got closer, he realized it was a swan laying on the floor, seemingly unconscious.

“Oh no,” Danny said as he approached. “What happened to you?”

As if awakened by the sound of his voice, the swan started to shift, its wings twitching and it rose its head groggily. As soon as it clocked in Danny, it let out a surprised squawk, followed by a long hiss as it struggled to move away.

“Hey, hey, none of that, Duckie, you’re ok.” Danny raised his hands placatingly. “I don’t want to harm you, ok? I just want to make sure you’re ok.”

The hiss subsided by a bit, but that may have only be due to the swan managing to get further away.

“Sh, sh, it’s ok,” Danny repeated as he slowly inched forward. The swan stopped hissing but still observed him warily. “I don’t want to hurt you Duckie, but I do think we’d better get you out of this maze.”

Danny took another step, and this time the swan stayed still. “How about bringing you back to my rooms just for now.” The swan hissed louder at the statement. “Don’t worry Duckie, I’m not keeping you prisoner it’s just this maze has been known to eat people. And you’re too pretty to be eaten,” Danny flashed a smile at the swan which had it stare back with a gaze saying really?

“So what do you say, wanna crash at my place?” Danny asked. The swan didn’t move forward but he didn’t move away either.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t trust a guy who talks to birds either,” Danny allowed. “And the place where I’m staying is a little gloomy, so I don’t blame you, but I can’t leave you here. The maze is honestly really dangerous, especially for a nice bird is like you. “

The swan seemed to hesitate before it hesitantly made its way to Danny. Ghost animals were usually smart but the swan seemed to understand English, which made communicating that much easier. Danny smiled and opened his arms. “I can carry you.” The swan just looked at him, with what Danny would’ve thought was a deadpan stare. “It would go much faster.”

If the swan was human it probably would’ve sighed, but instead, its wings just fell a little before it waddled towards Danny and looked up as if to say ‘get on with it’.

Danny smiled and gathered the animal in his arms. “Buckle up,” he said before flying off towards the maze exit, which was accompanied by a low hiss. Making sure there was nobody there to ambush him, Danny made it back to the castle in record time.

“Here we are Duckie.” Danny set the swan back down and it plopped down on the ground and just steadied themselves for a while.

Tim was a swan. He had wings and no fingers, and his feet were webbed.

He was handling it though. By which Tim meant he was shelving the impending panic attack for later when he wasn’t stuck in a swan body. 

Ok, so he’d been turned by the Queen of Fables, so there had to be an answer in a fairytale,a way to make him normal again. He knew the ugly duckling story. That had a swan in it, right? He didnt know any other swan stories, except maybe as a dish during the wedding banquet of whichever princess. He vaguely remembered a Barbie movie that had passed on the TV when he was younger but the only thing that came to mind were a scary-looking Troll thing, and ballet.  So with lack of better alternatives he was going to go with the ugly duckling. The ugly duckling’s happy ending was reuniting with family, so maybe all he needed was to make his way back to Gotham.

“Are you ok?” 

And that was another thing. The guy. The one Tim had at first wanted to get away from. He seemed nice and all, but he also had neon green eyes, and fangs. Unfortunately, while they suited the boy very well, they also marked him as an unknown. 

On the other hand, if the glowing portal wasn’t enough of an indication, the green tinge of everything around was clear indicator that Tim wasn’t in Kansas anymore. The guy seemed to want to help him, and having an ally wherever he was could only help.

Tim nodded as best as he could with his long weird neck, and he had to take a few steps to regain balance.

“That’s good,” the boy smiled with his white pointy canine. “How did you end up in the middle of that maze?”

Tim just looks back tiredly. He didn’t know how to even try and explain when he couldn’t say a word and had no opposable thumbs.

“Yeah, sorry.” The boy winced. “Maybe stick to yes or no questions.”

There was a sharp knock at the door that had the boy turning away.

“Prince Phantom!” A voice rung through the door.

Prince? 

The newly-dubbed Prince Phantom got up to open the door, “yes, what can I do for you?”

“Your meeting with Queen Dora is approaching. Do you still prefer to forgo an escort guards?” a purple lady was saying.

“I’ll be fine without, Maj but thank you very much,” Phantom answered with a polite smile.

“I’ll pass it along, my Prince.” She bowed and closed the doors behind her.

Phantom walked back to lay on the bed with a sigh. “I really hate that they call me that.” He turned towards Tim to continue. “I bet swans don’t have royalty. You guys had the right idea.”

[issa-pheonyx]

Yandere!Lord Dimitrescu&Sons X Fem!Reader [Part 1]

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗴𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁. 𝗜𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀. 𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻), 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗱, 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗱𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 ��𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗜'𝗺 𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁)🤭🌚 Part 2

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

It seems like being the only daughter came to an end when Rosemary was born and developed a quick favorite too. You wanted to hate your sister so much, but you couldn't. She wasn't at fault it was Ethan and Mia (so you thought to be...). Maybe it was, because you were the easily ill type in which your mother, Mia, was giving you medicine. Lots of vaccine shots. As a child you didn't think much of it, but as you grew older. Now hitting your eighteenth. You realize it was very strange. You didn't need that much vaccine shots as a child. Mia always told you that you were just built different. I mean just let it go and believe it. She's your mother, she's always telling you the truth...right?

However, after witnessing uncle Chris intruding the home and shooting your mother in front of Ethan distinctly traumatized you (you hid by the stairs watching below). Once they saw you take baby Rosemary away and Ethan trying to stop them. Chris declines his resistance and when he caught you watching he nods at his crew. You notice two of them were going upstairs. This terrified you as you were next to be taken away. "(Y/N)!! No, Chris what the hell-don't touch her!" How rare it is for your father, Ethan, to sound so protective of you.

But, right now is not the time to find it a warming moment as you whimper when they catch you. Both hooking their arms under your pits. "Got her, captain." Your eyes widen in absolute terror, body trembling, color on your face going lighter, and chills. You thought you were going to die. "NO!! Not her! Chris, please-" That's when one of the soldiers beside him knocked him out by the butt of his rifle. "Father!" You screeched. Everyone winced in pain and when recovering they became puzzled and concerned from that sudden impact of your scream. The bastards who attempt to maintain their grip on you, you budge your arms running to your father only to be knocked out too

You didn't know how long you were knocked out, but you woke up freezing your ass off. But, smothered in the snow. You panicked as you try to stand, but there was so much snow. You cried in fear and flail your body only for the snow to deepen. However, you made it out really quick...but, not for the others it seems like a major crash happened. Body buried deep in the snow, some were ripped to shreds-a bear attack? Of course not it is snowing. There's no way, they have to be hibernating at this point. "Rest assured, dear (Y/N). You are safe, but it is best if you follow me." A woman's voice was heard from afar

"Who are you?" You asked as the figure starts to walk away. "Hey! Hold on! Who are you and how do you know my name!?" You run your legs through the deep snow-more like speed walking as if it is nothing-that the wind grew more intense and the freezing gusts hits you as you had to keep wiping off the snow from your body. "Follow my voice. You will find the village quickly." Village? Located in a village?

The snow and wind itself deepens and worsens. You squint your eyes to focus hard on the vision of this mysterious shadow woman. The snowstorm goes stronger as you can't see her at all. "Hello!? I need help!" No answer as you let yourself down on your knees. You were tired of chasing who it was as the cold snow was making you sleepy. The last thing you saw and heard was the mysterious lady getting close to you and said,"Let the ceremony commence."

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖��̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

[p4r4syte]

its boiling hot rn so heres some lost boy hcs. what i think theyd do/be like in summer (mildly suggestive?)

pls add comments, ill add to it :3

David :

•avoids everyone. i know vampires are cold blooded but no doubt these mfs get agitated during summer. David the worst. he’d be sat there, coat discarded with a pissed off expression. still smoking. god forbid he doesnt smoke

•will even get pissed off with Feeding Time™️ because the bloods warm so he’d just disappear for days on end. hiding away. basically hibernating

•Is Extremely Snappy. he will go for anyones throat, doesnt even matter if youre together (god forbid mates), he’ll be avoiding you just in case but will Bark at the boys given any chance

•”he wouldnt hurt a fly” HE WOULD!!!!!! Fuck That Fly Do Not Invade My Personal Space

•will only calm down once hes cooler, he would genuinely have to piss off to the sea (or i imagine the cave has a watered in area) ((only dwayne knows about it but he let david in on it)) or hes sulking in a damp, desolate part of the cave. just waiting for the summer to end

•only one of the boys that can speak to david during this time is dwayne because of how hes empathetic towards his Boys. Marko And Paul Will Be DropKicked On Sight.

•sleeps upside down, near the darkest most secluded park of the cave. there isnt any air, theres no breeze. he doesnt care, he just wants to, fester. Leave Him To Fester

Marko :

•becomes more feral than he ordinarily is

•he Will be dangling from the ceiling, trying to catch any breeze that rolls in

•he will also be chilling with the pigeons, they find the coolest places in the cave to rest so Why Not?

•the summer heat will also be giving him unneeded energy. he WILL be playfighting with paul and then laying there overheating and gets pissed off once paul tried to interact with him again. Cant You See Im Warm? Jesus.

•will find endless cool drinks on the boardwalk once it cools down during night. itll give him no sustenance and he’ll be pissed off that he has a headache tomorrow but. Mmm Slushie :3

•still eats hot food and will complain about how hes warmer now than before he ate the food. yes he knew beforehand. no he wont stop. let him complain

•him and paul sit shirtless in the centre part of the cave, eating ice creams and then getting pissed off once theyve eaten them all (or theyve melted)

•calmer than david, less irritated than dwayne, less energetic than paul

•sleeps in a random, small part of the cave because the air rushes straight through (he followed the pigeons)(he learns many things from them, this is one of the many great things he found out)

Paul :

•please calm down. its Hot. Get The Memo

•continues his antics, just with, less clothes.

•the ONLY motherfucker thats actively trying to interact with everyone else

•he doesnt get it, god bless. not a single thought in that head x

•is also smoking. sat on that fountain (the cold marble against his back), trying to yell to the others (they ignore him) speaker blasting music (its pissing everyone off)

•the only one that actually leaves the cave (until he convinces marko to get slushes with him. then hes no longer going alone)

•a nuisance. a pure fucking mosquito of a man. he’d be stuck to you if he could, please don’t let him you dont know where hes been (various ponds) (hes upside down in a shrub) (dont help him)

•hes a boombox blaster, weedsmoking, white rum drinker in summer. or whatever he can get his hands on. but best believe he’s living it up even if he doesnt make it out the cave most nights

•sleeps drunk in the fountain, naked. Hey, Its Cool. What Do You Want From Me?

Dwayne :

•is the only one who Actually attempts to cater to the rest

•he knows exactly how everyone is and as much as he Needs To Rot too, he needs to check on everyone first

•only person hes really checking on is david lets be honest

•after finding david and just, checking, he’ll find his own section of the cave. not too far, within ear distance of Everyone in the cave

•he’ll just rest there for a while, just dangling, all sweaty

•sometimes he has enough energy to chill with paul and marko but quickly loses it after a while. paul is Way too much for him in this heat. Hes Markos Issue Now :)

•he is the only one that will remind the other boys that they need to eat. it may be hot, but you still need to eat. cue moody david, hyper paul, sweaty and overstimulated marko and coping mother dwayne

•doesnt speak to anyone, literally not at all, because hes just Too Hot™️ so he’ll just pull your hand to what he wants, guiding you to what he needs

•sleeps alone, in the centre on the cave. just above where they all gather, so he can hear everyone but is just far enough away to get peace. oh, hes also naked.

[autistichalsin]

Both Karlach and Halsin are buff capable adults with strong morality, but inside THEY ARE KIDS FULL OF JOY TO BE ALIVE IN THE WORLD FULL OF WONDERS as Oak Father Intended

So strong, so fragile, as life itself LET THEM LOVE LET THEM BE

GOD BUT THIS PART.

They're adults, traumatized, with both having experienced the worst the world can offer, having their freedom and autonomy denied to them, socially isolated. Both have the Outlander background. Both lost their families, both are war veterans.

Yet they both are still so full of love and joy. Halsin is unable to show it the way he wants to when we meet him, while Karlach never wavers from it, yet at the end they're both able to show who they are. How they love LIFE itself more than anything, how they're so full of kindness and compassion and love to protect the weak.

Karlach isn't certain she wants kids at first, but Halsin is- yet when you bring the idea up to her, she warms to it at once. She also teases the idea of getting a "really mean goat." You know who loves all life, all animals? Halsin.

If you bring Karlach to the love dryad and are asked where she'll be in 10 years, you can say "worshipping Selune"; Karlach responds that she's nice, but Karlach is more of a sunshine girl herself.

Sunshine.

What is Halsin's quest about again? Bringing something back to a certain cursed land?

... Right. SUNLIGHT. "If the sun shines on this place once more..."

Sunlight is essential for life. Essential for plants to grow. Halsin wants to infuse life and light back into the Shadow-Cursed Lands, and Karlach alludes to the god of sunlight as being perhaps the only one she'd consider becoming a follower of.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE? If Karlach asks Halsin for stories, he mentions how while everyone wants the most exciting chapters, he spends plenty of time hibernating in bear form. Karlach gets excited, saying "sleep AND adventure! Maybe I'll come back as a bear in some future life!"

IF THAT ISN'T SYMBOLISM, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS!

Both are protective of those who need it most. Both have a great deal of empathy. Karlach is more childish in many ways than Halsin, but this could help him let his playful side out more, while Halsin's maturity could help ground Karlach when she needs it. Karlach is always raring to go for a good fight, never straying from what needs to be done, while Halsin is more pragmatic and able to understand when a fight will accomplish nothing. They offset each other in so many good ways while retaining the same core personality- warm, loving, full of life and care and compassion.

Both are touch-starved; you can see how Halsin reacts to being hugged in the epilogue, stating that he always needs a hug and if he ever refuses one, to assume he's been replaced by a doppelganger, while Karlach went without for TEN YEARS. Both are socially isolated, Halsin having been made a sex slave, lost his family, endured the Shadow Curse, and then forced into a leadership role, while Karlach lost her family too, was dragged into hell to fight for ten years where none of her "comrades" would have been worth talking to, and now faces a terminal illness on top of that.

In all the party banters in the Shadow-Cursed Lands, it's KARLACH who shows the most concern for Halsin's mental state, who is horrified when he talks about what he witnessed and how it still affects him. A soft "poor man" in one, and a "stay strong, bear man, we're still here" in another. Karlach is able to see that just once, Halsin wants to be soothed the way he does for others. And similarly, it's Halsin to tell her he "will not try to soothe her with gilded words" but that he "is still here" for her when Karlach finally realizes the truth of her impending death, because Halsin can see that in that moment, Karlach doesn't want to be told it'll be okay; she wants to be told that she isn't alone, that her presence, for however short a time it'll linger, will be cherished by those close to her. Instinctively, they understand these needs the other has at their worst, darkest moments.

I just love them a lot, okay?

[atlasofthestaars]

Can you write something where the reader is sick, and their love interest Smoke helps take care of them? Thank you!

NOTE: IM SO SORRY HOW LONG THIS TOOK ANON </3 ITS FINALLY HERE

Tried to make this lighthearted and funny!

Sorry this is really short (or short for how long you waited for this) </3 I wanted to finally get this out and I couldn’t think of much to extend this

SICK DAYS [SMOKE X READER]

Colds were perhaps the worst thing ever.

Okay, you were being dramatic. You’d never admit that outloud, and especially in this state, but you were. They definitely weren’t the worst thing ever, but you loathe being sick. It sucked the life out of you, it made you miserable, and everyone wanted to avoid you. Not to mention, even after the worst is over, you’d be left with sniffles and coughs for an unreasonable amount of time.

Why couldn’t being sick just be a one day deal? It was all too easy to get sick anyways, one tiny mistake then you were suddenly down on your luck and getting sick. It didn’t help that you were staying in possibly the worst place right now to deal with a cold. The Lin Kuei temple was not the best place with its freezing temperatures to recover from a cold. 

Haha, cold. Cruel irony.

Grumbling, you sighed as you pulled the covers over yourself, curling into a tight ball as you closed your eyes. This way, you’d be warmer. And then maybe, just maybe, you could sleep and wake up and suddenly be better. It was definitely wishful thinking, but it was better than nothing.

Sadly, your plan was thwarted in a matter of minutes.

The door of your room opened, shining the light leaking in from the hallway directly on your face. You flinched at the sudden change in light, a frown tugging harder at your lips. It was as if the elder gods were mocking you. They enjoyed your pain, surely. 

You squinted open your eyes, nearly hissing at the light. Your grumpiness was somewhat quelled as you noticed just who was the figure who had decided to disrupt your attempt to hibernate your way into wellness. 

Tomas, the light of your life. Not that he knew it, nor did you ever mention it to him.

You blinked, focusing on his form which was being outlined by the light outside. By the elder gods, it was making him look like an angel. Not that you didn’t think he wasn’t an angel already, but now he especially looked like one. Especially when you spotted the things he was carrying in his hands.

Water and soup. 

Nevermind, maybe the elder gods were blessing you today. Maybe they pitied your sickly state, so they sent an angel to nurse you back to health. Surely that must be it.

“Are you feeling better?” Tomas asked as he set down the bowl of soup and water on the nightstand. He then knelt next to your bed. You tried to take a sniff of the soup, before remembering sorrowfully that your nostrils were clogged. You mourned the loss of smell, suddenly. 

“I think I’m dying.” You croaked out, using your status as a sick person to be even more dramatic than usual. It was a treat to yourself, to help you cope with your status. You groaned as you shifted in bed, wanting the pain of being sick to end already. You glanced at the soup and water, before glancing back at Smoke to see his reaction.

“You wouldn’t be dying if you didn’t go out in the snow like I warned you not to.” Tomas chided you, yet at the same time he had a smile on his face, and a playful note to his voice. You stared at his face, making sure to commit it to memory. It was going to be one of the few things that was going to get you through this sickness.

Or the last thing you remembered before you passed away from this illness like a sickly Victorian child.

“Well I’m not a coward.” You huffed, rolling your eyes as you recalled how you had brazenly rushed out into the snow. You were too overjoyed by the snowfall to bundle up. Plus, you weren’t out there for too long, you assumed nothing was going to happen to you.

Maybe pride was your downfall. 

“But you are sick now.” Tomas quipped back, raising his eyebrows to emphasize his point. You grumbled, not thinking of a proper comeback to his statement. You blinked in surprise as you felt his hand brush over your forehead. You were glad your face was already flushed from sickness so your blush didn’t stick out. “Seems you don’t have a fever.” 

“Yeah.” You said, stunned for a moment as you recalled his gentle touch as he retracted his hand. You didn’t care how warm your sickness was making you feel, you missed the soft warmth from his hand. You cleared your throat as you glanced at the bowl. “So, what type of soup did you bring?” You asked, all too curious.

You were shocked to hear it was your favorite soup. He had brought you your favorite soup when you were sick to make you feel better. You closed your eyes for a second, to thank the elder gods above that you had met this man.

If it weren’t for your sickness, you’d kiss the man.

That, and well, you were too much of a coward to tell him your feelings. 

“Did you hear me?” You were taken out of your stupor, looking at the man as you furrowed your eyebrows, trying to recall if you had processed what he said. You were thankful he was patient as he repeated himself. “Are you well enough to feed yourself?”

“What.”

“Come on, sit up.” He urged you. Confused, you sat up. You reached out to grab the stack of tissues on your nightstand and blew into it. While you didn’t find it dignified to blow your stuffy nose in front of your crush, you found it was far less embarrassing than to drip snot in front of him. You grimaced as you tossed the tissue into the trash can. As you looked up, you were surprised to see a spoon of your favorite soup hovering in front of your face. “Here.”

“Huh.” You said, dumbfounded. Maybe the sickness was taking your intelligence too, because it felt like right now all you could muster were confused sounds and words. You blinked as you watched Tomas nod towards you, gently lifting the spoon closer to your mouth. Panicking, you leaned forward and ate the soup.

How is it that him being here made your favorite soup just a bit better?

“Good.” Tomas praised, and you felt yourself flush at the simple word. Does he know how much you adored him? No, and you doubted how much even these simple actions meant to you. Happily, he seemed to urge you to eat more, and you complied. You were not going to pass up on this opportunity to bask in his attention. “You know, I worry for you, sometimes. No one in their right mind would normally run into the snow like that.”

“I’m not a fragile baby.” You huffed stubbornly, sniffing. Yet on the inside you were fawning. He worried for you. Maybe it’s because he thought you were insane, but he worried for you! That had to mean something, right? The gray clad man shot you a look, and you pouted. “Just because I’m sick doesn’t mean anything.”

“Uh huh.” Smoke replied, sass in his tone. Still, he gave you a radiant smile as he continued to feed you soup. You felt on top of the world. If only you didn’t feel miserable otherwise, you’d consider getting sick more often so you could bask in his attention.

You glanced at Smoke’s face.

Nevermind, you would gladly trade your health if you could continue to be pampered by this man.

You had several blissful minutes of Smoke feeding you soup. As you finished the bowl, he let out a satisfied hum as he set the emptied bowl on the nightstand next to you. You also drank more from the glass of water he brought.

You were feeling a bit better already! Or maybe that was just the effect Smoke had on you. You weren’t certain which one it was. Maybe it was both.

“Glad to see you’re feeling better.” Tomas said, and you felt your heart skip a beat. You were so, so lucky to know this man. You inhaled, holding your breath as he pressed his hand to your forehead again. His touch lingered longer this time. And you weren’t sure if you were being delusional or not when you swore his thumb brushed your cheek. “Good, no fever.” He murmured, though you weren’t sure why he checked again.

Still, with the way he was looking at you, you had no room to question or complain about that. Certainly he just wanted to make sure you were feeling better. 

You sat there, taking in the sight of Tomas. His warm, gray eyes. His nice, fluffy hair that you always had to hold yourself back from playing with. Your eyes traced over his cheekbones down to his chin, and for the most briefest of seconds, you gazed at his lips.

Why did you have to be sick!?

“Did you take any medicine yet?” He asked, peering at you curiously. You froze, completely forgetting that medicine was a thing. You had just been planning on honestly sleeping this stupid sickness off. Medicine would have definitely helped.

“Uh, no.” You admit, sheepishly. You watched as Smoke playfully rolled his eyes before pulling out a small bottle from his pocket. 

“Good thing I brought some for you.” Smoke said, an almost smug tone in his voice. He poured out two pills, and glanced at you. “I know you too well.” He shook the bottle in his hand as if to emphasize the point.

There was something all too sweet in his voice that made you want to swoon and fall into his arms.

He held out his hand, the two small pills in his palms. Quickly, you reached for them. You ignored the rising heat to your face as your hand brushed his. You really, really wanted to hold his hand. They felt warm and soft.

You felt his expectant eyes on you as you reached for the last of your water. You popped the two pills in your mouth, and you quickly tilted your head back as you took a mouthful of water. You swiftly swallowed, and you let out a sigh as the pills disappeared into your stomach.

“Thank you, Tomas.” You croaked out, and immediately wanted to slap yourself for. Why did your voice have to give out on you on what was supposed to be such a heartfelt moment? Your worries all melted away as he shot you the most beautiful grin you’ve seen in your life.

“Anything for you.” Tomas said, his voice gentle and soft. He said your name with reverence, as if you were the most important thing. He grabbed your hand. And held it carefully between his own. Your eyes dropped to his hand holding, and it felt like the wind was knocked out of you. You weren’t sure if you could pass off the heat on your cheeks as you simply being sick.

“Did you hear what I said?”

Snapping out of your daze, you looked up to see Smoke’s intent gaze on you. You opened your mouth, trying to come up with the correct answer. You certainly couldn’t say that you were too busy swooning over the man to hear what he said. But you couldn’t just say anything because then it’d be obvious you hadn’t been paying attention.

And yet, it didn’t matter.

“You’re too cute.” Tomas said softly, and you suddenly wondered if you had been dreaming all this all this time. Getting up, he leaned over and gently pressed a featherlight kiss onto your forehead. He then drew back with a soft smile. “Get some rest, okay?” He murmured, cupping your cheek gently, rubbing his thumb against it before letting go.

You watched wordlessly as he gathered the bowl and water glass. He turned around and sent you another sweet smile. And you swore in his eyes he had the hint of the smuggest attitude you’ve ever seen on him as he looked you up and down.

He must know how much you adored him. That bastard.

As the door closed, you sat in silence as your face continued to burn. Your heart was beating far too fast for what was healthy for a sick person. You lifted your hand to brush against where his lips had met your forehead, and you felt like you were falling in love all over.

Maybe being sick wasn’t so bad.

“Look who’s the reckless one, now?”

You grinned as you entered Tomas’ room, a bowl of soup and a glass of water in your hands. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the eye roll he sent you as he blew his nose. Still, he sent you a weak smile as he laid in his bed. He didn’t catch your sickness as bad as you, but he was still sick regardless. Bumping into the door, you closed it as you approached him.

“Maybe it was reckless, but the look on your face was worth it.” Smoke said, a hint of smugness in his voice as he smiled at you. You scoffed, but you knew you couldn’t even fake being mad at this man. Setting down the bowl of soup and the water, you sat on his bed beside him.

“Was it worth it?” 

“Anything is worth it if it involves you.”

Sighing dreamily, you cupped his cheek as you leaned forward to press a soft kiss on his lips. You marveled as his face bloomed into a soft pink. He held your hand in place, leaning into your soft touch. Your heart skipped a beat.

“I don’t think you should be kissing sick people.” Smoke teased, his eyes squinting at you as his eyebrows raised. You rolled your eyes. Raising your hand, you pinched his other cheek, eliciting an exaggerated ‘ouch’ from the man.

“Says you.” You huffed, pouting. 

“My bad.” Tomas chuckled. “I really couldn’t resist though.” He admitted as he looked up at you. Why did he have to have the dreamiest eyes in all of Earthrealm? You returned his smile, rubbing his cheek gently with your thumb. 

Yeah, getting sick wasn’t so bad after all.

[wulvert]

What kind of powers do vampires have in Paperteath? Or is that too spoilery? Also I just discovered Paperteath and I'm absolutly loving it. It's quickly become one of my favorite webtoons (up there with The Last Dimension and Nevermore). I've reread it at least 3 times so far.

hii!! thank you so much omg im rly glad you like paperteeth- ive been feeling a little insecure abt it lately ahah.

ive made a few posts about this but i cant find them without scrollimg back like 50 pages on my blog & i dont wanna do that 🤧 so ill make a new one and actually tag it this time

so for default powers they dont have that many other than regenerating, nothing can kill them aside from beheading, fire & a wooden stake to the heart, so everything else just heals, like if you chop their arm off or shoot them in the head itll be fine again fairly quickly. as long as its none of those three things (the sun sets them on fire so im counting it as fire but i guess also the sun) (but if u dunk them in water fast enough theyll be okay) theyll recover.

but the way these vampires work is that they kinda evolve/adapt over time to their surroundings! if a vampire is starving consistently over a long period of time theyll get features that make catching and eating people easier like claws more teeth etc- & these traits can be passed down to vampires turned by those vampires so some vampires are a little different than others. some of these things are now present in the majority of vampires like hibernating in winter. when ye olden vampires got too cold (they have no body heat they can only get warmth from other warm stuff. like. human blood. idk.) and froze over in winter one too many times theyll have just started hibernating- (but vampires in places with no cold season rnt affected by that ofc & now that a lot of vampires have heating the sleepiness in winter is just inconvenient. u try take a 10 min nap and wake up months later)

so cool stuff like turning into a bat is usually exclusive to really really old vampires . like. draculas. plural.

so yeah they mostly just have weaknesses which makes up for the very hard to kill thing. theyre scared of garlic. crucifixes & silver burns & they get stuck in a coffin if a rose is on their door. (vampires who were buried in the week between dying and coming back often want to sleep in a coffin but if they werent it doesnt apply)

I could go on for 50 years abt how they work so i will stop!!!

[thirtyminutebreak]

i'm so sick { newtmas , 3rd person }

{ A/N : newt survives the flare and now when he gets sick its like 10x worse! also on my ao3, thirtyminutebreak }

Newt walked into their shared apartment, slinging his crimson scarf onto a coat rack next to the door. He threw his car keys onto the kitchen island, sighing loudly and toeing off his loafers. He had a day at work. Recently, his days felt longer, longer and looonger. He could feel a cold coming on, knowing that it was bound to happen any time soon since it was December.

He wiped the small bits of snow off the top of his hair, walking to the couch and curling up under a blanket. Newt was seeking nothing but warmth, curling into himself and hibernating under the fuzzy throw that covered their sectional. He heard his boyfriend leaving their bedroom by the heavy-footed steps pounding down the hallway, pounding in his head as the headache increased. He felt his heartbeat in his skull.

Thomas walked over to Newt, stretching his arms out and around him.

“How was work?” Thomas murmured into Newt’s hair, that being the only thing exposed from under the blanket.

“A bloody mess,” he sighed, uncovering his face and looking at his lover. “My nose hasn’t gotten any better, and my head is POUNDING!”

“Do you need me to go get you something from the store?” Thomas backed away a little bit from Newt, deciding not to risk getting sick just yet. He pressed the back of his hand against his forehead, feeling a tingling sensation from the heat radiating off his boyfriend.

“Tea,” Newt croaked out, letting out a dry cough afterwards. “Soup, and cough syrup.”

“I can do that,” Thomas left a gentle peck on his head before getting up, noticing Newt was still in his winter coat. “Babe, you can’t wear that inside, you’re going to overheat.” He complained, pulling the blanket off Newt, not without a loud whine in protest. Newt slipped his arms out of the fur-lined jacket, shivering at the cold air nipping at his skin.

Thomas took a mental notice of Newt’s pale lips, looking nearly blue as he shivered. He sighed; grabbing his own coat and bundling himself up before grabbing the keys.

Thomas thumped down the stairs of their apartment complex, making his way to their VW buggy. He entered the small car, turning on the heat and twisting the keys in the ignition. He drove along the icy roads, nearly getting into a couple accidents but making it to the drugstore. He walked in, making his way to the grocery section and darting for some tea. He knew which one to get exactly, Lemon Herbal Tea. He’s had to take care of a sick Newt many times.

He then grabbed some honey to mix into the lemon tea, two bottles of NyQuil, Vick’s VapoRub and cans of chicken noodle soup that he knew he would have to cook for Newt for the next week while he recovered. Thomas knew this was going to be a bit hard, so he made sure to grab a jug of coffee and a bottle of vodka for their next endeavours.

Thomas then made his way home, trying to avoid getting into any crashes once again. He succeeded, entering their apartment to see Newt on the couch, half asleep while watching some Hallmark Christmas movie that was airing on cable. He made eye contact with latter, smiling softly.

“Got the shit.” He laughed, locking the door and setting the paper bag on the island before kicking off his winter boots, pulling off his coat and placing his hat on the coat rack. Thomas then unpacked all the goods and put them away into their respective places. Since Newt survived the flare, he’s been much more susceptible to other illnesses, making everything a bit harder on him. This caused them to have quite a few types of medication, and a medication container on their counter by the toaster.

“Thank you, Tommy,” Newt mumbled weakly, truly appreciating the gesture. “Means a lot.”

“Don’t even worry about it!” Thomas beamed, filling the electric kettle with water, placing it on the base and turning it on. He grabbed a funny mug that he had gotten Newt for Christmas one year, placed a teabag in it and waited for the kettle to turn off.

“So, what did you do today?” Newt quizzed, now feeling overly hot in every way possible. Sweat dripped down his forehead and he tossed the blanket off himself, using a remote to turn down the apartments mini split. “Besides sleep, of course.”

“I got some extra work done,” Thomas replied, pouring the boiling water into the mug and squeezing some honey in, mixing it with a spoon. “I fucking love being on Christmas vacation.”

“Lucky you,” Newt rolled his eyes, wiping the snot running down his upper lip with a tissue and sniffling in annoyance. “I think I’m going to get a vacation with this one.”

Thomas just chuckled, stirring the tea. He placed it aside and poured a dosage of NyQuil for Newt, picking them both up and bringing them to him. He sat it on the coffee table, watching Newt reach out for the NyQuil, downing it like it was a shot of his favourite drink. He scrunched his face at the too-sweet taste of cherry flowing down his throat, reaching for the tea and taking a big sip.

“Want the VapoRub?” Thomas tilted his head, knowing that Newt loved that shit when he was sick.

“Hell yeah.”

That led to their current situation of Newt shirtless on the couch, with Thomas sitting next to him while massaging his chest in a soothing manner while Newt let out laboured breaths. He was trying his best to hold back from coughing in his boyfriend’s face. This was the best feeling in the world to him; Thomas’ electric touch on his chest, relieving him of one of his symptoms like it was a magic power. He leaned his head against the arm rest of the sofa, breathing heavily while Thomas just focused on relieving his pain.

After a good ten-minute massage from Thomas, the menthol got to him, and he felt relief. He grabbed his mug, sitting half naked and sipping on some honey lemon tea. Newt curled himself up into Thomas’ arms, leaning his head on his shoulder.

“Would you kill me if I kissed you right now?” Newt inquired, lifting his head to look at Thomas, who had an expression of contemplation.

“No…but if I get sick,” Thomas looked at Newt, making eye contact and speaking in a stern tone. “I will not be taking care of you; you’ll be taking care of me.” He smiled.

Newt rolled his eyes and cupped Thomas’ jaw, pulling him into a gentle kiss. He pulled away, just enough to say something. Thomas’ beard tickled his face while he spoke, basically against his lips.

“Thank you for today.” he grinned at him; voice still obviously congested. Newt then sniffled a bunch of snot back into his body, making Thomas wince at the noise.

“I’m going to go make you some soup now.” He grimaced, walking to the kitchen and cracking open a can of soup.

[thesilversun]

A bit more from the still as yet untitled Difang to Difanghua fic.

previous bit for wip wednesday here

Li Lianhua is still missing, Fang Duobing is taking it hard, and Di Feisheng isn't managing much better.

Inside the Lotus Tower everything is as it had been left, only now with the beginnings of a fine layer of dust forming. 

He doesn’t look at the bed. (No longer slept in) At the neatly folded covers. (No longer left in disarray where he's got distracted) Or at the cooking pots. (No questionable food bubbling in them) Or the mismatch jars of unlabelled herbs and spices. (No more strange combinations) 

The first thing he really looks at just plant in a pot, left on the table, a water dipper beside it. Dry leaves have dropped from it. Dark, crisp little things devoid of life. 

It’s just a plant, but lump it brings to Fang Duobing’s throat is out of proportion.  

Hulijing has travelled with him, the horses are safe and cared for, and the Lotus Tower secured and parked up safely.  

He’d not thought about the plants. Li Lianhua’s plants. 

The ones on the tubs on the outside of the Tower are mostly fine. They’ve been watered when the rain falls. The indoor plants, the ones grown in pots, either for planting out later or because they didn’t need to have grown large before they could be used, haven’t fared so well. Brown and withered they straggle forlornly from their pots balanced shelves and the tops of cupboards. 

His eyes sting, the room going blurry. Li Lianhua is going to be so disappointed in him when he finds out he’s failed to even keep a plant alive. He’d spent so long growing some of them. 

Maybe they aren’t dead yet.  

They might be hibernating or whatever it is plants do in the winter. Plants could do that, couldn’t they? Or was it just trees?  Either way, surely he can still save them. Maybe they aren’t so far gone. Wasn’t bringing wilted flowers back to full bloom one of the first ways Li Lianhua had shown him how Yangzhouman could be used? 

He can do this.  

Surely, he can do this, he tells himself. He can put this right at least. 

If a thing is difficult, even if he’s been told it’s impossible, it's never been a deterrent to him. Not overcoming his childhood illness, not joining Baichuan Court, not finding Li Lianhua for the first time. No, challenges were meant to be met head on and continued with stubbornly until he succeeds.  

Determined now, Fang Duobing gathers the wilting and dead pot plants onto the table, pours water onto the dry soil. It runs through the cracked earth and out the bottom of the pots.  

Sitting on the floor watching him, Hulijng cocks her head to one side as the water drips slowly off the edge of the table.  

Leaving the plants for a moment, Fang Duobing fills her water bowl and puts out some food for her. He should probably eat too, but nothing appeals to him. If he can save Li Lianhua’s plants maybe that is a sign he’ll save him too. Maybe if he can make them live he won’t feel too heart sick and full of grief to eat to tonight.    

Placing the pots into bowls of water this time, he lets the soil go from grey back to a rich black-brown. That on its own won’t be enough, not to see a difference right away, to get that immediate rush of hope. 

Yangzhouman will help with that. Elegant and deadly when use in a fight this other use, to heal and to protect is what Fang Duobing find so special about it. 

It’s strength and softness. Fighting for what you believe in, to make things right, and to provide help and comfort afterwards. 

For some of the plants it doesn’t take much, the lightest of touches, and they act like it’s the first days of spring. Leaves green again, withered buds start to swell and bloom.  With these he carries on, lets them burst into colour and scent, bringing life and brightness back to the room.  

Individually the energy it needs to make them live isn’t much, but it builds up, a slow but sure exhaustion creeping in. He won’t stop thought. Can’t. He can’t let Li Lianhua down in this too.  

Finally, just one dried-up plant remains. The first that he had noticed on the table.  

It’s too far gone. Not water or even him trying to revive it with Yangzhouman works.  It’s dead and there is no bringing it back. It feels far too symbolic. That no matter who else he helps, that in the end, when comes to saving Li Lianhua, he is going to fail.  

Kneeling on the floor, the shrivelled plant held to his chest, Fang Duobing bursts into tears. They’ve been threating all day, and the few that had been shed upon arrive back the Lotus Tower hasn’t eased that.  

Padding over to him, Hulijing licks at his hands. When that doesn't work she rests her head on his knee. Company until it passes, as she’d done with Li Lianhua, when he’d been sick or unable to hide his distress.  

A cold gust of wind makes Fang Duobing look up. Standing in the open doorway, Di Feisheng stares at him.  

“No. No.” It’s said mostly to himself, disbelieving, almost afraid. Then, he crosses the room in just a few steps. “Fang Duobing, is he…” 

“Not that.” Fang Duobing can see the fear in his eyes. Feels it in the pit of his stomach, because it’s all too close to his own. He hates that he’s worried him, he can’t stop the tears either.  He hold up the plant, as if it’s presence will explain. “I forgot to water it. It’s dead. It’s my fault. I know it silly, it’s only a plant, it not-” 

The pot is quickly lifted from his hands and replaced with a jar of wine; the seal already broken.  

“Drink.” 

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can we get more HCs of Curly trying to make sure Pony eats? (and actual like nutritious food. i imagine Pony might have forgotten to eat for an extended amount of time or only ate chocolate cake and was in the heat for an extended amount of time or smth and just passed tf out and it kinda scared Curly so he's like nuh uh not happening again on my watch no sir)

thats like, exactly y he started doing that actually, pony passed out on him once and curly swore on never again

•now look, u might b thinking “curly of all ppl is talking???” but ill have u know curly DOES eat foods other than snacks, his problem w food is that he eats it at terrible times and eats a big amount like hes going into hibernation

•pony on the other hand just does forget to eat or hes too lazy to make food and just doesnt make it

•when he meets up w pony (at anytime that isnt breakfast) he ask if he ate and he doesnt explicitly ask this part but hes trying to figure out what he ate, cause pony tries “i ate a grain bar” his way out of it, but if he doesnt ask that part, he just ask if pony has more room to eat w him

•he eats w pony too btw he doesnt want to make ony feel like a damn kid w his parent or anything, hes down to eat w pony

•sometimes hes more discreet, like at home, hes like “oh, tim made diri djon djon u should try it” and he hands pony a small bowl of it

•curlys found that if ponys distracted by the tv, he could eat more than he normally would so he slips in some more food on ponys plate before they watch tv together, not enough to over feed him tho

•pony barely eats school lunch and curly knows that so for school, they leave the school and get something light like a sandwich

•shit curly even lets pony go home w some leftovers from his house so he doesnt have to basically starve himself till dinner and he just has to heat it up

•sometimes curly thinks any food pony eats is good food, so he’ll just buy pony multiple snacks and say thats good enough, which isnt a great mindset to have but cmon, hes doing this w the help of nobody else, cut curly some slack

•as for how pony feels about it, i feel like at some point he catches on and he has complicated feelings towards it, he appreciates it cause yea, he does have a problem w how he eats, but also he finds it a bit annoying especially bc he feels like curly feels pity for him and thats y hes doing this and hes not 100% wrong there

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Say Don't Go Pt 2

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Summary : After Joel utterly broke you. How were you going to mend the pieces back up? You shut yourself out from the world and basically stayed in your home for months on end. Who is able to bring you out of your hibernation and back into the light. And how do you begin to fall in love with someone again.

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It has been months since you had spoken to anyone, or even seen anyone. How many months...you weren't sure exactly. Just that the season had changed from fall to snow and now its beginning to warm up and turn into spring.

Spring and winter were your two favorite seasons. Summer was nice too just can become way to hot and you were a sweater person. Usually you would be out enjoying the weather and hanging with friends but you couldn't even go out. The only times you went out was to the store and straight back home.

You knew your friends were beginning to be worried even when you texted them like once every two months that you were very much alive. Just feeling to much to actually get up and pretend. It was too much.

Today however it had been a bit easier to get up and get a cup of tea. So you were standing by the counter with the tea in the kettle waiting for it to warm up when there was a knock on the door. You only questioned for a second who it was until it started opening up.

Heavy footsteps were heard, not Joel heavy but boot heavy and so you knew that it was Tommy who was the visitor. "y/n" He says in the living room as he takes off his shoes. "I'm in the kitchen"

His footsteps were lighter now that his boots were off and when he sees you he takes in your appearance. You were in one of your baggier hoodies with shorts on and your hair was messy and you looked tired.

Tommy walks over to you and places a hand on your arm lightly. "how about you go sit down on the couch and turn on a movie. Ill make you breakfast and bring it to you" you nod. "ill clean up after. Thank you" your hand rests against his arm lightly before you walk over to the couch and you turn on "the wedding date" which is one of your absolute favorites.

As soon as you turn it on and the music plays Tommy laughs and shakes his head. The two of you have been friends for many years and he would know this movie by heart. "Wedding date really?" he says in a teasing tone causing you to smirk and laugh softly. "you know you love this movie too"

He didn't respond because he knew that you were speaking the truth. Ever since you shown this too him all those years ago it became one of his favorites.

As you watched the movie he made your favorite breakfast and put it on this tray and put your tea on it too and then carefully walked it over to you and placed it on your lap. "thank you Timmy" you tease and he rolls his eyes at the name.

The first time the both of you ever met you had been told his name was Timmy so you called him that for about a week until someone told you and when you apologized to him mortified he just laughed and said it was okay. So that's where the joke came from.

He sits down beside you and gets comfortable. The both of you watch the movie and soon enough you finish your food and set the tray onto your table and sip on the tea. Sometime during the movie you gravitated towards Tommy and your head rests on his shoulder. his arm instinctively wraps around you lightly.

there's a comfortable silence between the two of you until the end of the movie and you go and pick the dishes up. He beats you too it and shakes his head. "I've got this, you however need to get ready. We are going out today" You look at him and go to complain but he gives you a look. "I'm not letting you stay cooped up in here one moment longer. We are going out, Ellie and Dina will be there too"

This shut you up because you did miss those two girls and so you walk into the bathroom and take a shower. You do your whole routine and let yourself relax and then when you finally get out you walk into your room and end up putting on a dark forest green shirt and black pants along with your black light jacket since there is a breeze outside. Then you do your hair and then when you look into the mirror for the last time you look better than you had in months. You have worked out over this period of time because you just needed something to do so you are more toned now.

When you walk back into the living room your kitchen is cleaned up and so is your living room and there is Tommy leaning against the wall on his phone. When he hears your footsteps he looks over at you and his eyes raise slightly. "You look really good" this causes you to laugh because his voice is softer than you've ever heard it and so you walk up to him and place your hand on his arm. "thank you"

He walks you to his car and then the both of you go to his place. Ellie's car is parked in the long driveway and so when the both of you walk into his home there Dina and Ellie are. Dina walks up and pulls you into a hug causing you to freeze momentarily before smiling and hugging her back.

Ellie takes a quick photo while Tommy looks at the both of you hugging as he smiles. Then when the both of you pull away she speaks "How are you doing? Are you alright?" Ellie comes up and gives her a look and she stops the questioning.

You look at her and smile "I think I'm feeling a little better since Tommy came. Maybe I did need to get out of my own home" She smiles and then Ellie pulls you into a hug and you hold her close for a moment before she pulls away and gives you a look "you look terrible. Have you not been sleeping"

A sigh escapes you and shake your head "not really but I'm fine. Ill sleep tonight" You were going to say something else but then Tommy walked in with a dog beside him and your eyes go wide. "oh my god when did you get a dog?!"

He looks at you and shrugs "I didn't. You did. Its yours, I know you have wanted one" The dog runs up to you and you kneel down for it to jump up and lick your face. You say some cute things to it as you pet it. "im naming you Dug"

This caused a laughter to go throughout the room and Ellie to ask "did you seriously just name your dog after the one from UP" When you look over at her you nod "yes I did"

Ellie and Dina joined you and pet the dog and you guys just sit down and play with the dog for a while. Tommy had taken a moment to just look at you. You were smiling as you and the dog played. He felt something ache in his chest for just a moment as he looked at you but he was quick to walk into the kitchen.

Eventually you all go to the living room. You order take out food and just talk. Tommy talks about the job and some things that have happened and the girls tell you about literally everything. Telling you stories about people and their own personal lives.

It was a great day and you missed these people but eventually the sun was beginning to go down and so Ellie and Dina both said their goodbyes leaving you and Tommy on the couch. You had been fighting sleep for almost an hour now and so once the door shuts Tommy taps your arm. "come on. You can take my bed its getting late and you need sleep"

You only yawn in response and were too tired to argue so you walk into his bedroom and flop face first into the mattress. Tommy rolls his eyes and hits you with a pillow. "come on get under the covers before you wake up complaining in the middle of the night"

To his words you flip him off and move. You cover yourself up and then scoot over in the bed. "look you are not sleeping on the couch. As much as I love you I do not want to hear you complaining about how your back hurts in the morning. Just lay here with me. Not like it would be the first time we have been in the same bed

He seems to think about his options before getting into bed with you. It doesn't take long for the both of you to get comfortable and to fall asleep holding each other. Lets just say its the best sleep you have gotten in a long time.

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A few months go by and you have been practically living at Tommy's place. Your routine consisted of waking up and having your breakfast either inside watching a movie or taking it outside and enjoying the sunshine. Once you were finished you would work out and then get ready for the day.

Sometimes Tommy would come over and hang out for a bit before going to work or you would go over there. Dug has grown more attached to you. Everywhere you sat he was by your feet, everywhere you went he was by your side. It wasn't annoying because you knew he was doing it to keep you safe. As if he knew that you needed him.

Dug would come with you too Tommy's. The two of them were buddies too. The only time Dug would leave you was to go to him. That dog saved you in many ways. He motivated you to get up out of bed every morning, take him on walks, got you out of the house. He was wonderful and you couldn't thank Tommy enough for giving you him.

However over the past few months feelings had been blossoming between you and Tommy. You had felt something for him for about a month now. Hell you might have felt something for him all those years ago but here they were again, and you didn't have any idea if he felt the same for you.

But he did

Tommy had always felt something for you. When the two of you met he was married and he stayed loyal to her. His feelings for you were so deeply buried that he hadn't known they were there.

The moment he began to feel something for you again was when he saw you with Ellie. Ellie was a young teenager and was struggling still to get accustomed so you showed her the in and outs of the town you lived in. You showed her your garden, your library and many other places. However you saved best for last. Your music collection.

That's one thing the two of you had in common was your love for music. The both of you bonded over that and when you had walked her back to Joel and Tommy the both of you were laughing about something and just the sound of your laughter had him wanting you.

He promised himself he would wait for you. In fact he thought it would be the hardest thing in the world...but it wasn't. It was painful yes. To watch the person that he loves caught up with Joel and his foolishness was painful. It wasn't because he was jealous it was because he knew how this would affect you. And just as he feared...it happened and then you distanced yourself from everyone.

Ellie and practically everyone else could see how he felt for you. Everyone except you. and over the course of these past few months there had been certain times where he was sure he couldn't love you more.

These times being when you and Dug met. You were so gentle with each other. And your laughter. Then there was when you were reading a book with tears in your eyes and when he had asked what happened you said "he confessed his love for her. Its beautiful", Next was when you all went out for drinks and someone had started karaoke. You sang to a Queen song and brought Ellie on stage with you. You were laughing and dancing with Ellie and smiling.

You have done a lot of smiling the past few months and he could see just how much joy just radiates from you when you are happy. Its contagious, everyone around you cant help but be a little happier.

Something else that's been happening the past few months is that you have been sleeping like a baby. When you were at home you slept with soft music playing and didn't wake up till the sun rose. And on nights when you slept over at Tommy's the both of you would hold each other and sleep in late. and in doing so you looked the best you ever had.

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Then this brings you to now its been about a year since that day Tommy had made you get our of your house instead of moping around and you were getting ready. It was now fall so you could wear your sweaters now without looking like a crazy person.

You put on your light brown sweater and some comfortable pants. Then you walk downstairs and Dug is already sitting by the door as you get your shoes on. Once your shoes are on you grab your wallet and phone putting them in your pocket before opening the door.

Dug had never needed a leash. He had always stayed by your side unless you specifically told him he can roam around freely. So now as you take him to the park that's around your home you bend down to pet him. "Okay buddy we can play for a bit okay but I would like to get some reading in" he wagged his tail in response and so you get out his ball and throw it. Dug takes off after it while you sit down on the bench.

Pulling out your book you open it and begin to read. You expected to only get a page in before he came back with the ball but when you see him dart in the other direction you look and when he reaches a person its none other than Tommy.

Tommy looks over at you and your eyes meet as he waves before throwing the ball again. As Dug goes after it again he walks over to you and sits beside you. "thought I might find the both of you here" you look up at him "am i really that predictable Timmy"

The both of you laugh softly before he asks what book your reading. "I'm reading Pride and Prejudice. I'm trying to finish it before the week is over" he nods and listens to you. "I remember watching that movie years ago. The love interest was kind of a dick to her right?"

This causes you to nod "Well yes you are correct BUT he ends up apologizing. He didn't realize the harshness of his words and he ends up changing up his act for the better and the two of them fall in love. Its sweet really" He looks at you as you speak and a soft smile forms on his lips. "What's sweet. The fact that he loved her enough to change himself. For the better and for her to be happy too?"

You meet his eyes and nod "exactly. To be loved is to be changed..is what I like to say" Tommy nods and then looks into your eyes. Its the kind of look that seems as if he could look straight into your soul and see every bit of you. "I agree with that. Loving someone will change you in the best way possible."

At his words and his gaze you could feel how your heart was beating. "are you speaking from experience?" you knew that your voice was wavering but you couldn't care especially when his response was "oh definitely. Cant you see just how much you have changed me"

You were at a loss for words so you instead bring your hand up to the side of his face. Rubbing your thumb across his cheek and jaw you pull him into a kiss. The kiss is soft and gentle so when you pull away you can speak. "cant you see how you have changed me? I mean take a real good look at me Miller"

He places his hands on your sides and smiles "oh hun I always take a good look at you. You are my heaven on earth"

Now Tommy has never been a very religious man especially after the out break but when those words escaped his mouth you couldn't help but kiss him once more. And the only reason you pulled away as soon as you did was because Dug had placed his head on your lap along with his slobbery ball.

This was your family, along with Dina and Ellie. This is the life you will choose every day and you knew that they will stay. pint