#still have a little headache

[yonglixx]

I see u

it was queued 😂😂 idk why this made me laugh

[omaano]

Echo with his tooka best buddy (and an extra) for @phantasm-echo 's DTIYS 🩵💙❤️

[forcebookish]

dude, we met there

[sentientsky]

Do you think Crowley is ever driving through a tunnel at night, carving a path through the heart of London?

And do you think he watches the lights blur past like atoms colliding in the emptiness of a space before time or reason or the fear of a steep fall?

And do you think he blinks, and in that moment—with the road rushing beneath him and the staccato flicker of light against his closed eyelids—he remembers what it felt like to hold the universe between two palms?

To set the gyroscope spinning—to become both creator and divine witness, a hand print pressed into the rough edge of a cave wall (I was here and here I shall remain)?

Do you think he remembers it all?

And do you think he aches when he opens his eyes and finds nothing but chrome and fluorescence and the endless expanse of asphalt laid out before him?

[bacchuschucklefuck]

love thinking kipperlilly spends her afterlife looking for lucy in a familiar forest

[lucalicatteart]

A few silly little small sculptures that I made with some of the leftover clay from the main one I did recently

[thebookowal]

I LOVE GLITTER AND I LOVE DJ

BOOM BEST COMBINATION !!!!!!!

[ef-1]

girlhood

[vickyvicarious]

Presently he took an opportunity of telling Mrs. Westenra that she must not remove anything from Lucy's room without consulting him; that the flowers were of medicinal value, and that the breathing of their odour was a part of the system of cure. Then he took over the care of the case himself, saying that he would watch this night and the next and would send me word when to come.

Kinda wonder how this conversation went. Freshly blood-deprived Van Helsing trying his best to keep his cool and patiently explain to Mrs. Westenra that what she did was extremely dangerous and she cannot just act on her own. Trying to make her understand without making her defensive or upset (both to avoid her refusing to listen to him in the future, and to ensure that she won't die on him) - and so not telling her how bad it was for Lucy's health. But because of that, losing the best bargaining chip to convince her that she wasn't actually being helpful.

I guess, since he decided to stay there himself the next couple of nights, the conversation didn't go well. If she promised him not to interfere with his treatment, he didn't believe her. Maybe she didn't promise at all. At the least, he didn't trust the situation to be stable without himself actively supervising.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Okay okay please consider: You comment at one point that you love pretty seashells. Offhandedly, not meant for anything, you just see one and point it out. Cue Legacy sneaking out at night to swim around and find the biggest, shiniest, SPARKLIEST starconch to bring home, only the best for you. Keeps trying to outdo himself and find a better one.

OH MY GOODNESS THAT IS SO CUTEEEE

you had been wondering why Foul Legacy was damp whenever you woke up in the morning, or why he would be sitting at the foot of your bed when you swore he had just been in your arms. he purrs excitedly when he sees you stir, nudging your shoulder and tugging lightly on your arm so you follow him, chirping and chittering. he leads you outside to the backyard and proudly presents a PILE of seashells, all of various sizes and in perfect shape, glittering even in the early morning light. Legacy preens at your amazed smile, trilling for you to choose your favorite shell, the best shell!

you lean down and pick one- it's smallish and relatively shiny, the blue swirls a tad darker than the others, and Legacy tilts his head in confusion. that's not the largest, or the most iridescent, or the brightest shell- why did you pick it?

you simply smile kindly, "Because it reminds me of your eye."

he blinks, and his crimson face reddens even further as he blushes, coos coming out stuttering and flustered, and you laugh and lean in to press a kiss to his forehead. holding the shell carefully in your hands, you bring it to your ear, listening to the sound of the ocean inside and the faint purring of Foul Legacy as he wraps you into a hug, setting his head on your shoulder and gently licking your cheek

the shell is now proudly displayed in your home, a rich dark blue like Legacy and Ajax's eyes

[konstantya]

Finally lost the Covid lottery. :(

[kidfur]

ok yea i need to put pro kink back in my pinned.. its a pain i even need to but anti kink people following me is annoying LOL

[good-beanswrites]

Could you write a drabble for Mikoto and Shidou plus Blood? This request miiight be inspired by the fact that Mikoto mentions his body hurting a lot but doesn't seem to be receiving any medical treatment, either because Mahiru and Fuuta take priority or because there's no obvious cause, and therefore cure, to his pain...

👀👀👀 Thank you, this is such a good combo ough!! It's so interesting how much focus the others get when it comes to physical health, since Mikoto has clearly complained of his condition :( It looks like Milgram is trying to push the idea that he's completely oblivious to his alters, but I spun it where he's aware, just deep in denial. So have some Mikoto angst to get us hyped for Double!

Mikoto should be grateful. He was lucky. That’s what he kept repeating to himself. He had both of his eyes intact. Both his arms. He was strong enough to walk around freely. He wasn’t on the verge of death, or collapse. Thus, he should be grateful no one was offering him any help, because it meant he didn’t need it. He repeated it again. Maybe this time he would believe it.

With a groan, his body rolled out of bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up actually feeling rested. Everything ached. His muscles tightened with soreness. His throat felt as raw as his knuckles, though he hadn’t been using either. He had no desire to lift his arms over his head, or twist around too much, so he didn’t change out of yesterday’s uniform. Maybe the belts and buckles had made it difficult to sleep. The theory wasn’t a convincing one, but dwelling on things like that had never gotten him anywhere.

He ran his fingers once through his hair, combing out a bit of the mess. Looking in a mirror was the last thing he needed. He made his way to the dining hall. 

The others trickled in for breakfast. His appetite, at least, hadn’t suffered. He hardly noticed the others giving him wide-eyed stares. What were they expecting? Of course he was looking worse for wear, given the circumstances. He ignored them, glad to focus on the hot meal before him.

A hand weighed heavy on his shoulder.

“Mikoto,” Shidou’s voice may have remained calm, but it was urgent. “Do you need some help?”

“Huh?” He shrugged his hand away, offering a weak smile. “I’m fine! Oh, I think Kazui was saving a seat for you over there, if you --”

“-- How about we go to my cell for a moment? Or yours, if that would be more comfortable.”

What was everyone’s problem this morning? Mikoto did his best to keep his voice pleasant. “Really, man, I’m good.” 

Shidou’s expression remained unmoving. Very carefully, he informed him, “you’re bleeding. Pretty badly by the look of it. You’re coming with me.” 

Mikoto blinked. He looked over his shoulder, following Shidou’s gaze. The back of his uniform was torn across the center. A significant splotch of blood seeped into the material, growing even larger as he shifted to see it. 

“...Oh…” 

Back in Shidou’s cell, sad to have left his breakfast plate behind, he slumped into a chair. Shidou gathered together some supplies. As always, he got right to the point. “What happened?”

“I… I’m not sure. I don’t remember anything from last night. I don’t remember most nights, recently. I know that sounds crazy, but…”

“It’s fine. I have definitely heard crazier.” He smiled, something gentle and reassuring. As usual, there was something hidden behind his eyes. It was as if he already knew what Mikoto was up to late at night that earned him so much soreness the following days. He didn’t offer an explanation, though. Mikoto didn’t press him for one.

He winced as he was helped out of his uniform. Removing his shirt revealed the mysterious gash. Shidou’s eyes widened at the array of scratches and scars. Some were fresh, but most originated long before Milgram. Though he didn’t ask, Mikoto answered.

“I’m pretty clumsy, huh?” Maybe this time he would believe it. 

Shidou was kind enough to pretend to. “Here, allow me…”

Shidou got to work cleaning and dressing the injuries. Mikoto closed his eyes. Even though the disinfectant stung, and sometimes those gloved fingers pressed a little two hard, it felt nice to have things patched up. 

“Is there anything else going on? Are you feeling pain anywhere else?”

Mikoto could have laughed. He didn’t. “I’m just sore. And my head’s been killing me, but I’m used to migraines. Perks of the verdict, I’m sure.”

Shidou hummed in thought. 

“Thanks, by the way. I’ll try to be more careful.” Not that he had much choice in the matter, it seemed. But he’d do his best. 

Shidou kept his face straight, but there were traces of pain in his voice. “I will too. I’m sorry, Mikoto. If I had known… I’ve been distracted lately, but I should have paid closer attention.”

“It’s fine,” he flashed a grin. “I know the others are pretty fucked up. And I’m not dying or anything. I’m lucky, you know?”

“I wouldn’t say so. Doctors don’t only treat the dying.”

Mikoto frowned. 

It didn’t take much longer to finish treatment. Shidou gave him a few instructions about the bandages, then offered him a clean shirt. “You’re good to go. I’ll be checking in more often, now. I’ll see if I can find something for your head.” 

“Thanks. Really.”

He returned Mikoto’s torn uniform. “You should talk to Es about getting a new one. Until then, you’ll want to clean this with --”

Mikoto waved a dismissive hand, heading out of the cell. “Don’t worry, I know how to wash blood out of my clothes. Er, that sounds bad. I’m just a clutz, yeah? The blood’s always been my own.”

Maybe this time he would believe it.

[warlordfelwinter]

presentation defeated

[bunnihearted]

📓🖊️🧸

[kulliare]

yippeeee the dices