#no story whatsoever

[sourbat]

In Sickness

Two hammertooth snippets, one for Magnus and one for Toki. What goes on when the other is sick. 

Rating: T

Magnus Even with an improvement to his diet, regular exercise and an unbelievable health plan supported and maintained by Dethklok Incorporated, sickness still proved a semi-regular thing with Magnus. It didn’t hit as hard as it used to, back when they were still figuring things out between them, but it was always enough to render him near immobile, and Toki at his most attentive. He summoned his mother’s old recipes and made hearty stews and strong, but bitter teas and medicinal properties, and making sure only to substitute what absolutely couldn’t be found so easily at the stores. 

“What’s that smell?”

Magnus sounded grouchy. He normally was when he was sick, and pushed and verbally fought to keep Toki at bay. Complained it was an issue of contagions. He also complained about the migraines, the snot and inability to properly swallow. He complained about a lot of things. 

With a smile, Toki crept into the bedroom. In his hands was a small bowl of eucalyptus and mint. “Balm,” he answered, and combated Magnus’ thin, grim line of a scowl with a raised, albeit cheeky, grin. It will opens your chest up and makes breathing easier.” 

Magnus apparently didn't find the answer suitable enough, and groaned before returning to his makeshift blanket cave. 

Toki knelt over the bed. With a free hand, he raised a blanket just high enough for him to make out Magnus dressed in the same sweatshirt he had donned the past few days and nothing else.  He was coiled miserably, embracing his thin body and expelling audible, strained wheezes. 

Magnus frowned at him. “That shit looks gross, Toke.” 

Toki found this latest complaint weirdly cute. He thought Magnus, stricken ill and completely dependent on him, was unusually preferable. Was it bad? Toki himself wasn't too sure, and although a small part of him desired to ask Magnus about the issue, he determined it better to keep his mouth shut and enjoy the ticklish sensation that erupted from within each time Magnus beckoned him for water, for help getting to the restroom, or just for him to be bear so they could chat. 

“It isn’t that bads.” Toki gave the bowl a playful wave before he was suddenly hit with the intense scent of freshly mashed herbs and greens. He wrinkled his nose, fighting off the strong scent. From below, Magnus raised a doubtful brow. “Ok, so it smells strongs,” Toki promptly corrected, and after a heartfelt chuckle, added, “But, it works real goods!” 

Magnus retreated further into the blankets. “I really don't want that on me.” 

It was always hard not to laugh. Toki didn't think there was anything overtly funny about being sick, but Magnus so riled over a simple rub couldn't help but muster another snicker. Magnus, despite his rules and insistence to rest and be left alone, wasn’t too different from a fickle, stubborn child afraid to take his medicine. Toki recalled some distant, far off instances where he tried to flee his mother’s caring hand because he didn't like the taste of bitter roots and spices. 

Still smiling, Toki sat beside Magnus. He combed his fingers through his knotted curls and said,  “Just does the old saying? Clothes your eyes and thinks of Ireland?” 

“Ugh.” He watched Magnus attempt to roll his eyes, only to wince midway and shut them tight. He groaned. “My head is killing me.”

Toki lowered and carefully pecked his lips against Magnus’ forehead. “I knows,” he said gently,  so as to not worsen the pain. “Come on. Takes off your sweatshirt.” 

It took a few minutes to get Magnus into a sitting position, another minute of him grumbling getting the sweatshirt off. He made faces as Toki grabbed a liberal glob of chest balm, and bit down a swear when the cool medicine spread across his back. He was hot to the touch. The next few days would be touch-and-go. As much as Toki wanted to bring in the board games, movies and music, he knew Magnus was better off resting. If he did, he’d wake up on dafy three, maybe four, and would be back to his usual self. Not as grumpy or dependent, but in a better mood and willing to go out and have fun. 

Toki mused on the thought. It would be nice to go skating again. 

“Think you can find it in your heart to grab me a drink?” 

The question came from below. Toki paused, dipping his middle and forefinger into the bowl and then stared at Magnus’ slowly expanding back. It was a pointless question and Magnus knew it. Given their shared health concerns and addictive personalities, alcohol was a rare treat, and Toki didn’t think it was a good idea to give Magnus a can of beer or shot of whiskey when he was supposed to stay hydrated. What good would drinking do? Magnus could barely breathe; booze would only make things worse. 

Just then, Magnus straightened himself, though only momentarily. Toki watched the curvature of his spin correct itself, and long wavy locks draped down his freshly rubbed back. Some stuck to his skin, and right as Toki reached to brush some away, Magnus slowly threw his head back. A set of eyes and a leaky nose were pointed at him. A slightly chapped pair of lips patiently waited for a response.  

And Magnus was frowning again. This time, a pitiful expression begging for a reprieve. And who could blame him? It sucked to be sick. To feel weak. But alcohol this early in the day, and while he was still so congested? More hair fell as Magnus leaned his sluggish being against Toki. Oh, but could he say no to that face?  The frown shifted into a slight pout, and the little creased that littered his forehead deepened. Despite his height and frame, at that moment he appeared so small, so helpless. 

And then he sniffled. That wet, noisy inhale Toki broke. 

“Hmm.” Toki pressed a clean finger against his chin as more of Magnus’ weight sank on top of him. Toki  faced two mismatched pupils and replied gently,  “Thinks you can flips over and let me rub your chest first?” 

Toki

Unlike Magnus who appreciated the rest and tender loving affection that came along with being ill, Toki preferred to maintain some semblance of normalcy, rejecting the bed and humidifier in favor of dragging his sorry self behind Magnus and insisting he was fine and could help with cooking, cleaning and other daily activities. If it wasn’t something as trivial as absolutely needing to vacuum, it was Toki begging Magnus to play some random video game while he watched or, if things were really bad, Toki selecting some film title Magnus brought up in past conversation in the hopes it would convince him to allow Toki out of the bedroom for a few more hours. These small acts of defiance were at least understandable. Toki thrived on attention, distractions and stimulation, no matter how small. More importantly, Toki didn’t want to be alone. Despite the obvious complaints and concerns, Magnus did his best to keep to the living room, setting aside certain responsibilities so Toki could remain close.

After a few mindless stirs, Magnus turned off the stove and poured a small bowl of canned chicken soup. Nothing fancy, certainly not compared to the stuff Toki concocted when he was bedridden, but it was more than enough to put a smile on Toki’s face. Still, Magnus fished through the cupboards and grabbed an unopened roll of crackers just in case, and as he passed the fridge also debated whether some fruits or chopped veggies would improve the meal. He returned to the disaster that was the living room where Toki lay, barely conscious. Magnus stepped over throw pillows that were tossed in favor of blankets and the softer, plush cushions that once occupied their bed. The screen illuminated massive subtitles that he was sure Toki stopped reading ages ago. 

Toki was caught under a loose mound of blankets, resting on his stomach and embracing his worn stuffed bear. Though his eyes were open, they possessed a gloss that suggested he was long gone. Still, Magnus approached with his usual gait, letting his flip flops hit the hardwood flooring until he reached the crowded sofa. 

He gave Toki a light nudge. “You still awake?” 

Magnus watched Toki’s form squirm lazily under the blankets. With an elongated stretch, he released the mildest of yawns. Barely audible, were it not for the hoarse wetness that cracked out his sore throat. 

Magnus took his seat before offering the soup. “Come. Eat.” 

“Thank you.” 

“No problem, bud.” 

After a day of merely observing and offering the slightest remarks, Toki was exhausted. Whatever he had was doing its best to make him absolutely miserable. Magnus combed through long, greasy strands of chestnut brown hair as Toki crawled closer, his moist grip weakened and hardly registering with Magnus’s leg. With some help, Magnus had Toki resting on his lap, and with some coaxing he managed to convince his boyfriend to accept being spoon fed by him. 

He heard Toki sniff after a rough swallow. “What’s happening?” 

A small rise of the blankets pointed towards the screen. Magnus stared at the scene ahead, unsure himself what was currently happening. 

“Hell if I know. I was making your lunch,” he muttered, then stirred the half-consumed bowl. He glanced at the subtitles. “Let’s see…” 

Narration served to bore and tire Toki. Warm food to fill and push him closer to the darkness. And when that was done, Magnus’ combed through Toki’s hair. Gentle pets that ignored the collecting oil and off-putting body heat, and so purposely designed to break down whatever fortitude that remained and lull him into a slumber. Magnus split his attention between whatever was on screen, and Toki’s fluttering lids and labored, but steady breathing. Really, Magnus enjoyed the process. Were it not for the threat of catching the sickness and Toki’s complaints of being babied and coddled, he’d do it more often. 

“What’s going on nows?” Toki’s scratchy voice asked after a few minutes of silence. 

Magnus ceased his affection to catch Toki looking up at him. “We’ll, she’s realizing she can’t stay in the country anymore…” 

He liked hearing his own voice, liked explaining plots and characters while Toki’s weight and warmth sank on top of him. He didn’t mind the sound of wet coughs, reaching and grabbing a box of tissues to help Toki catch whatever mucus was leaking from some orifice.  Because it was nice when Toki had to rely on him. It was better to make more memories of that, and of himself mending and healing instead of lashing out and destroying whatever was in his wake. Even now, after all these years, Magnus looked forward to another instance of him doing good to one day substitute and remove (a man could dream, couldn't he) those awful hauntings that still overtook his consciousness on occasion. Those instances were increasingly rare, but when they hit–

A loud cough erupted, drowning out the french with a hoarse, scratchy sound that nearly caused Magnus to jump. He dropped his gaze to Toki below, the source of such awful retching and now jerking as he recoiled from the intense pain now collecting in his throat and head. Knowing this, Magnus quickly reached for a handful of tissues. Once Toki was finished he handed them over, looking away and not minding when he felt a warm wad of tissues being returned. 

He waited a few more seconds before asking, “You ok?” 

“My head hurts,” Toki answered with a sad whimper. 

“Oh.” Magnus expelled a soft, sad little noise before lifting his hands away from Toki’s pulsing temples. 

“Don’s stop.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Pettings.” Two pale blue eyes peered up at him. “Please.” 

Smiling, Magnus replied, “I won’t,” and returned to stroking Toki’s crown, slowing when he reached the sides and applying gentle pressure to distract, re-navigate and ease. A few minutes later, Toki's breathing returned to a slow pace. Still noticeable, but the whines emitted soothed into something tolerable, and soon Magnus felt (and heard) Toki’s Deady bear slip from his grip. It fell to the floor, neglected and forgotten, but Magnus made no attempt to rescue it as Toki’s arms slowly rooted themselves to him. 

His legs made the worst pillows. Magnus knew this, but when he dropped his stare to see Toki’s eyes flutter and start to sink, he could only bite down the pained smile that still managed to rise from ear to ear, and continued drawing out long, loving pets until he was confident Toki’s eyes would remain closed. 

When they hit, it made moments like this all the more precious.

[wondrousmay]

People are now saying Frieren’s current Mage Exam arc is “a filler arc”?! 😭 What are y’all’s obsession with calling everything “filler” nowadays??? We literally got a scene of Himmel saying that enjoying trivial adventures is a part of being an adventurer.

Because before you know it, the adventure will end and you won’t get the chance to enjoy things with your friends anymore. Frieren’s journey is about learning to enjoy the present and not to be too focused on the end goal.

[thejasontoddarchives]

52/WW III Part One: A Call to Arms #1 (2007)

You know you’ve hit rock bottom when you’re standing naked in front of a monument meant to honor a dead version of yourself while you’re alive, holding the Nightwing suit in one hand and the pill helmet in the other

[nightswatchdisbandmentera]

I have no idea why people think Jon will stop being a POV post-resurrection, or why they think it’s even remotely a good narrative choice. Jon is at the center of the “human heart in conflict with itself” theme that keeps cropping up in these books. A lot of the action in Jon’s story isn’t so much what happens around him but how he internalizes things in his head. He’s always been a very internal character much like Ned and Sansa. So if we lose Jon’s POV, what does it matter that he’s been lied to his whole life and Ned isn’t his real father? What does it matter who his mother was? Who cares about his changing acceptance of magic now that he’ll need to rely on it to survive? Who cares how he views Dany, the only thing to connect him to his father’s family? There’s no point revealing Jon’s parentage or delving into these topics because losing Jon’s POV means losing the thoughts of the ONE person they affect. That is not how you write a narrative guys. And no for the 10000th time, Beric and Cat are NOT good comparisons for Jon. One Beric wasn’t even a POV so I’m not sure why people bring him up in the first place. And two, Catelyn’s arc ended with Robb’s at the Red Wedding. Stoneheart exists but we’re going to see more how her presence affects how other characters move forward: Brienne, Jaime, Arya, etc. Plus Catelyn wasn’t even a central protagonist like Jon is so I don’t understand why she even gets brought up. Beric and LH are there at the baseline to establish that resurrection can be done. Point blank. They’re not a one size fits all such that Jon HAS to be just like them. I’m pretty tired of hammering in this one point over and over again. There’s really no narrative or thematic justification to look at Jon solely through other’s eyes other than “wouldn’t it be cool if?” Istg a lot of people make predictions based on what’s cool (which is debatable) and not what actually makes sense for a character and the themes in their arc. It’s quite frustrating.

[unlimitedgolden]

hey no offense but did we play the same DLC??? did we watch the same video???

Abuse??? the old couple being greedy??? pecharunts friends???? not to be autistic as hell but literally none of that happened??

the old couple loved pecharunt like their own son because they straight up didnt have any kids

pecharunt being like. a runt. a child. thought "wow this is great lemme get more of this" because it's literally a child with crazy powers who definitely doesn't understand the consequences of its actions yet, poor thing

the old couple didnt tell it to do ANY of that until the mochi and i quote "draw out the greed of anyone who ate them". thats literally what it does.

"they were just like that on the inside" no i dont think so, who DOESNT have greed within them? you are not free from greed. you literally see in the beginning how much they truly loved this lil guy

and you then literally see pecharunt doesnt "make friends" it obtained allies to use through the poison, it LITERALLY says that.

Theres a big BIG emphasis on the chains that are on all three of them !! it's the chains that come OUT of pecharunt!! it's ability isn't "Poison Puppeteer" for no reason. It's signature move isn't MALIGNANT chain for no reason either!!

I mean. Let's look at the other facts about the Loyal three such as the Scarlet Dex entries:

"After all its muscles were stimulated by the toxic chain around its neck, Okidogi transformed and gained a powerful physique."

"The chain is made from toxins that enhance capabilities. It stimulated Munkidori's brain and caused the Pokémon's psychic powers to bloom."

"Fezandipiti owes its beautiful looks and lovely voice to the toxic stimulants emanating from the chain wrapped around its body."

In the in game lore it tells you that they didn't always look like this, and the chains changed them AND, you guessed it, brought out their inner desires. Their greedy desires. So do you see how the old couple literally were never greedy, they didn't demand this as they were under pecharunts influence? there was no abuse??? and they did NOT get its friends killed either!! They didn't even know!!

Look how at the end of the DLC everyone is no longer under the effects and they have no idea how they got there. They only remember the moments before the mochi. So the real kicker isn't "oh how tragic pecharunt was in an abusive family and its friends were killed cus of their greed", oh no the kicker is:

Pecharunt was nothing but a child with an evil power that it clearly didn't know how to use, or didn't even intend for it to be used for such evil. It did what it thought was right, for the love of the only two people that it had known, only for it to lead to it's own downfall and the downfall of three other Pokemon who succumbed to the poison. Furthermore, Pecharunt never came home. Those old couple woke up not having a clue where Pecharunt, the pokemon they loved as a son, had gone off to and they died not knowing (this is an ancient tale after all). Hell, Pecharunt probably doesn't even know they're dead either. Nobody wins.

[springlock-suits]

Au where Mike fucking died in that hallway and they made him possess the empty dog animatronic

[kala-mies]

She has my heart (probably hidden in a fake book)

[wizard0rb]

say what you will about metal gear women but the single solitary time i have ever seen two butch women in a canon relationship in any work of fiction ever was peacewalker

[kociamieta]

each time i write something wrong in english an angel gets its wings

[wayfayrr]

I would dye for you

so this was inspired by a mix of an ask on @cloudninetonine's account and a couple of details from something I did in totk, but there aren't any story spoilers there's just a screenshot at the bottom.

This is a little fluff side story for something else I'm writing, where Wild and the reader get tossed into reader's world and split from the rest of the yandere chain. I might flesh this out into more of an au but as of now but honestly, this idea just lives rent-free in my brain

"so you’re sure, like completely sure this is what you want"

"I want to try something new, besides it's not like I'll get the chance to have you do this for me again anytime soon, is it? And you’re the one who suggested I should change things up so I don’t get recognised, why not do it like this? "

Wild lifted their arms with the giddiest smile on their face, a box of temporary dye held like the most precious treasure they could've found. Deep cobalt blue, awfully reminiscent of someone’s scarf, just enough to cover all of his hair to hopefully stop the instant recognition of him on the streets wherever the both of you go. 

After the initial shock of them falling through the portal with you back into the real world, if you could even call Hyrule fictional after everything you went through there; after their shock and excitement died down to a reasonable-ish level. The both of you decided perhaps something should be done so people don’t instantly recognise him as Link - the protagonist of Breath of the Wild, new clothes helped, but thankfully the modern world has a few more options for disguises. 

"When I suggested dying your hair, it’s not like I expected you to get a colour that bold, wait - where did you even get that from?"

"I bought it when you were looking at the other dyes, it’s such a fun colour not like anything I could get easily at home. You - you’re not bothered are you?"

With that last sentence wild seemingly decided to try his luck with you, looking up like a kicked puppy begging for reassurance that what he did was okay, that he won’t be in trouble for his actions. Begging you to comfort him, to do anything to get them to smile; all the while knowing they've got you wrapped around their finger. you're all his, no other heroes to steal your attention off of him, to steal away your smile, to steal your sweet voice from your lips, no he's got you all to himself…

as they believe they deserve.

You can't even see the countless red flags burying him in a crimson hue, too focused on helping him adjust to this alien world or if the thought ever crosses your mind that he's too happy about being trapped so far from home it's quickly dismissed.

they're a link, noble, courageous; chosen by Hylia herself. you've got to be imagining things. He couldn't can’t be like that.

it's hard not to cave at his face, so you simply end up ruffling his hair and plucking the box from eager hands.

"no don't worry I'm not, it's your hair so you get the final say on anything about it. just kinda surprised you chose this colour is all. ready then?"

Wild's mood instantly brightened at those few words, with a relieved manic, unhinged smile bright enough to blind anyone not used to him but keeping the same begging eyes through it.

"yeah! Of course I am, you're going to be doing it all for me right? right?"

"Well, you know how to use the shower, so you can wash the dye off yourself, no? But I’ll be helping you with the rest of it all."

He doesn’t even speak that time, opting to pout and turn away from you sulkily, like you’ve said the wrong thing, chosen the wrong option.

"Do you want me to even wash your hair for you after?"

"..."

"...please [name]?"

If you didn’t assume it was because you were the only thing they had familiar to them in this world, you could say that Wild has gotten far more whiny and needy towards you. Of course that can still be said, but there’s a sane reason behind it. 

With a playful sigh, you push Wild down onto a chair, gesturing for them to take off their shirt which they do after a moment of hesitation, their face coated by a blazingly hot blush. After tossing an old towel around their shoulders and tugging on the cheap plastic gloves you could finally start getting to work. Using the bottle of dye’s nozzle to pipe it through their roots making sure every area is coated before running the dye through with your fingers coaxing it through every inch of his hair, drowning the sun by submerging it in the deep blue of the sea. 

Wild for his part was relishing every moment in the bliss of your touch, leaning up into your touch like it’ll cure his every hurt, really it’s a miracle they’re still on the chair and haven’t fallen off with how far they’re leaning into you. Having to gently nudge him back to sitting upright, so that the dye’s even and so that he doesn’t slump to the floor. 

Before he gets the chance to really enjoy the feeling of your fingers in his hair, you're already backing off and peeling away the gloves to admire your work blatantly ignoring his pitiful whine towards your actions.

"That’s the dye in then, so you’ve just gotta wait for a while till it's ready to wash out, won't take long, only half an hour"

they don't even have the dignity to respond to that, sitting there with a sulky pout that goes unnoticed. it takes them a moment for him to shake off the fact that you couldn't just sit there like that for half an hour, before responding.

"So you’re definitely washing my hair for me then?"

"Pfft, yeah someone’s gotta make sure you don’t trash my bathroom with dye. I’ll rinse it off for you in the sink."

"Can you play with my hair longer this time..?"

He would’ve never had the courage to ask that in front of the chain, lest the arguing starts up again. Although now he’d be far more willing to risk that; due to the fact that the two of you’ve been living separately from the chain together for a couple of months now, it’d be far harder to split you apart to the others’ dismay.

The processing went far faster than either of you could’ve expected and soon enough it was time to wash his hair out and see if the dye took to it well, not that there was much of a chance it couldn’t given his natural colour. 

So after leading them to the bathroom and setting them on a chair shifted so they could lean over the sink, you took to work, gently tipping water through their hair to get out all the residue. When the heavy was washed out you switched to massaging his roots till the water ran clear, not a single dash of dye left in sight. Even then you weren’t quite finished deciding to go the extra step, with the conditioner in hand and him melting underneath you.

Shaking him back awake was a new experience though seeing as he’s usually one of the first to wake anyway, then if he were ever to nap it wouldn’t be due to you washing his hair or anyone washing their hair. 

"Hey, link all the dye's washed out now. You've just gotta dry your hair."

"Mh, alright then [name]. I’ll do it."

He’s still drowsier than you’d ever really seen him when you all were travelling through Hyrule but chucking a towel at his head seemed to snap him out of it. Ruffling his hair with the old towel till it was dry enough for him, in other words still dripping wet; he leaned against you with a pleased smile like you hung the very stars in the sky just for him."I love this, it just feels right, thank you so much for helping me like this [name]... And I can count on you doing it whenever I need a top up right?"

so uh, I definitely reacted totally normal when I found out you could dye Link's hair in totk. but on the other hand look at Link with blue hair and tell me I'm wrong - that he doesn't look incredible

[lwiann]

Still so baffling to me how you cant completely ally with gortash as durge with all that history. For a game that lets you do some truly heinous things.

[roxannepolice]

Yeah I got inspired 🙃

Images source done with

[autisticasgore]

FUCK YOU TO PEOPLE WHO SAID FURINA’S STORY QUEST VISION CUTSCENE WAS “UNDERWHELMING” THAT WAS LITERALLY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ANIMATION I HAVE EVER FUCKING SEEN

[nocturnalazure]

[mumblesplash]

season 9 has been amazing but i’m kinda excited to be around for the beginning of a hermitcraft season, they were well into the empires crossover arc when i started watching double life (which was pretty much my introduction to mcyt in general) so this is gonna be my first time actually being around for the early game

[kennyomegasweave]

As a Zouey hater who stopped liking him hella early on, I actually feel bad for him about how it played out with Nant. I was vindicated with the reveal cause I knew he was NOT the only one clean in this entire story (that's Puen), but at the same time, it wasn't Nant's story to tell about what Jason did to him. Jason needed to be brought down, but I'm not cool with the implication that Nant was in the right to want to reveal Zouey's rape. Especially when Zouey clearly doesn't want that to be publicly known (Nant was the ONLY person who knew). Zouey didn't owe anyone his story. He was already violated in the worst way a human can be violated, so no shit he lost the plot entirely while panicking knowing Nant wanted to publicize what happened as if it was his right to talk about what happened to his actual body.

I'm not excusing the role Zouey played in the kidnapping and the outright lying he did to everyone for months and I will never excuse what he did to Nont the entire time, but I get how Zouey was definitely panicking and in survival mode during this show.

(And technically, Zouey didn't kill Nant nor even really play a part in it. He's responsible for the kidnapping, obviously, but Phop killed Nant when he showed up to say goodbye to Nuth. That had nothing to do with Zouey, unless you count him trying to get Nant out of the country as being the cause, but technically Nant would have needed to get out of the country anyway cause he wanted to turn on Jason for everything, including the drugs, so he would have been on his kill list anyway.)