#I think the seasick doctor is my favourite

[blackcatanna]

Just played The Pale Beyond demo on Steam and it's everything I wanted in a naval exploration game! It's pretty much The Terror as a game EXCEPT WITH DOGGOS. They have the cutest little doggy faces. You can shake their little doggy paws and exchange meaningful looks and pet them as much as you want! They will most likely soon be in mortal peril but the demo doesn't get that far and there are promises of DOGLOOS to come! So, lots to love.

Of course, the doglings are great but there's a lot more going on. You have to manage your limited resources, including morale ("decorum"). You also have to build loyalty with individual expedition members and make difficult snap decisions and live (or die) with the consequences.

The TENSION, the DRAMA, the DELICATE CONVERSATIONS! Such joy! Finally, I can lead my own expedition to a terrible fate! To be fair, I felt pretty optimistic when the demo ended but I'm sure there'll be lots of potential trauma in the full game (released next week) and, honestly I am comparing it to the outcomes of Terror and Erebus so the bar for DISASTER is pretty high.

I love that it's mostly just me making dialogue choices. I can't go off and use my gamer skillz to hunt us some seals to survive. I have to DELEGATE. I enjoy making decisions, even though it feels shitty when I see that little red number showing how a character's respect for me is dropping because I've disagreed with their STUPID IDEA (or just said something stupid myself, more likely).

Anyway, I wanted to talk about this game because I only knew about it because I'm subscribed to Fellow Traveler's newsletter and thought other fans of the classic people-on-a-ship-having-a-horrible-time formula might enjoy fucking up their own expedition (and petting many doggy friends; seriously, the dog art in this game is top tier).

[absolutepokemontrash]

Bothers with an ill mc, please xxx

Okie dokie! Let’s go!

MC is Sick and Cannot Cuddle :(

Lucifer

When MC is late to breakfast and Lucifer stomps up to their room to grab them, and he sees that they haven’t even been able to make it out of bed, he’s ashamed to say he tried to drag them to school. He didn’t think they were sick! He just thought they were being lazy!

When MC nearly sneezes their soul out, that’s when he notices that they’re actually sick. But that realization came when the two of them were halfway out the door.

“Oh… my apologies, MC. Allow me to make you some soup.” “*sick groans*”

Lucifer feels really bad, so he tucks MC back into bed, and tries to coax them into taking some medicine. If MC decides to be difficult, Lucifer has a secret weapon…

*ahem*… “here comes the airplane MC~ whoosh, whoosh,”

Once the airplane of medicine has been forced down MC’s gullet, Lucifer starts barking orders to his brothers to be as quiet as possible so MC can properly rest! They need their strength!

Lucifer is sure to give MC frequent check-ups throughout the day. He just quietly opens the door and makes sure MC’s still… alive… then closes the door up.

Mammon

The human’s sick? Hah! The great Mammon can’t relate! His immune system is top of the line, and he never ever gets sick!

…so since the Great Mammon never ever gets sick, he puts himself in charge of makin’ sure MC’s illness passes with nary a worry- what do you mean he doesn’t get a day off of school?! Damn you, Lucifer!

All throughout the school day, Mammon can’t help but worry about his poor… stupid human…

What an idiot… gettin’ all sick an’ gross and possibly dyin’…

Oh no… MC dyin’ of the plague… Mammon panics, and by the time school ends, the Avatar of Greed books it back home and rushes to MC’s bedside.

“Oh MC… my sweet MC… I can’t believe you’re dyin’ on me… I didn’t even get to tell ya that I actually did listen to ya and didn’t invest in crypto… 🥺” “Mammon. I’m still alive. I just have a fever.” “Oh…uh… I didn’t invest in crypto-” “I’m happy for you, buddy.”

Mammon sits by MC’s bedside and tries to keep them entertained while they’re chained to their bed due to their sickness 🥺

Mammon gives MC a kiss, MC sneezes into his mouth. The Great Mammon becomes sick.

Leviathan

Levi is up in his room when he suddenly hears a sneeze that shakes the walls of the house. At first he thinks it’s Lucifer, then he realizes… no… it’s his Henry!

Levi sprints over to MC’s room, then doubles back to get his favourite face mask (yes, it is an ahegao face mask) before bursting through the door to nurse his poor MC back to health.

“This is just like this one episode of TSL where Henry gets seasick! Fret not, MC, your Lord of Shadows will take care of you.” “*assorted groans of pain*”

Noticing that MC isn’t exactly up to role playing, Levi finds some soothing anime music and starts playing it. Ah… relaxation…

MC tiredly thanks Levi, then sneezes all over him.

Levi also gets sick

Satan

Satan’s human is sick, you say? HAH! He’s read about any and all ailments that could ever effect a human, he’s lived through plagues and pandemics galore, he knows what’s up. He can diagnose MC no problem!

After looking MC over and asking them some basic questions, Satan comes to an awful realization… MC has the bubonic plague… and also Pneumonia… and tuberculosis… it’s terminal. He needs to find a way to break this to MC…

“How do I do this tactfully? Hm… MC, I’m sorry, but you’ve got a few days to live at most. Please leave Lucifer out of your will. Wait no that’s not right-”

Before this walking WebMD Demon tells MC they need to get their house in order, Lucifer intercepts him and tells him that MC just has a shitty cold and they aren’t going to die. Satan was going to argue, but then he realized that he’d be arguing that MC was going to die…

Anyway, Satan’s a master at home remedies. He makes tea, and hot water bottles for any sinus pain, all in all, he’s a good fake-doctor ^.^

He’ll also read to MC if he’s asked. (They should totally ask, he’s got god-tier storytelling skills)

Asmodeus

Asmo 👏 Asmo 👏 Asmo 👏 iiiiiiiiiiiiis… terrified.

He loves MC, he really does… it’s just… sickness is nasty… constant groaning, snivelling, sneezing, coughing, GROSS!

Though, Asmo does make some soup when he gets home from RAD, he carefully brings it to MC… dressed in a fashionable hazmat suit.

“MC dear~ I’m here with some sou- WAIT! DON’T GET OUT OF BED. STAY TEN FEET AWAY. Okay sweetie, I’m just going to slide you the bowl ❤️ tell me if you need anything.”

Asmo’s the type to sit outside MC’s door and gab about his day. He’s great for when MC feels bored after a long day of trying to sleep off a shitty fever.

When MC is all better, Asmo would love to snuggle with them, it’s just… not when they’re all sneezy and snotty…

Beelzebub

Ooooooo, what’s that smell? Yummy soup-

As Beel practically floats to the kitchen, he’s intercepted by Asmo and Lucifer, who begin berating him for trying to steal from poor sick MC.

Now Beel feels bad :( I hope Asmo and Luci are happy…

Beel has taken care of Belphie all the time when he’s been sick, because I refuse to believe that the little toothpick of a demon has a strong immune system. Therefore, Beel is an excellent candidate for MC’s personal “I’m sick and cannot do anything” nurse.

“Just tell me what to do, MC. I’ll do it!” “Beel… *cough* flex a little…” “Okay :)”

Through the power of Beel’s muscles, MC is cured!

Beel rushes around, getting everything MC needs, like a giant delivery man!

Belphegor

Belphie is also sick. He walked into MC’s room at two in the morning, and collapsed on top of them. The two of them were basically inhaling each other’s gross breath, so now they’re both sick.

The Avatar of Sloth has a bit of a problem though, he can’t differentiate illness related shittiness and normal shittiness. Belphie tries to get up and walk towards the door in the morning, but he ends up falling flat on his face and passing out.

While Belphie is sick, he plays it up so he and MC can get some extra pampering from the other brothers.

“*cough*… oh… it hurts… I can only imagine how bad it is for you… MC…” “*achoo!* Oh Belphie… the only thing that can ease the pain are some more pillows… and a giant mug of tea…”

All the brothers fall for it, hook line and sinker. They’re a bunch of no braincell simps.

[wrongwiredmind]

Before I start saying anything I'd like to warn that the content of this post is both gore and contains suicidal thoughts, if any of that triggers you, please do not read, I care about whoever is reading but I can't hold any responsibility for anything that might follow, stay safe, and remember that no matter what, what comes next in your life will be better, one way or another.

This post is rather long, but that's kinda the point of this page, here we go, then.

So, I had almost my weirdest dream to date, right now, and then I thought, to heck with it!! Let's share something!

So first of all, I need to set some points straight before writing so it might explain a few things, hopefully, without giving a lot away about my personality:

(I have no idea how to put them on order, so they're pretty much a mumbo jumbo. Ah~ My favourite type of writing~. Kidding, of course, I actually prefer reading well written stories and articles)

Anyhow:. 1- I have a really deep unexplainable fear of the vast beast called an ocean (or a sea, or really anytype of deep water), I still go to the beach and pools and whatever, but there's always some sort of an icy grip tightening around my non-existent heart.

2- I love IronMan! So so much, and I kinda adopted Tony Stark!! (no one tell him, please!).

3- my adoration of a certain supernatural series made me love batman! (well, not entirely true, I always loved him, but kinda from afar, you get me?)

4- want me to get hooked on something? Give me a fanfic of it!! (of course like a series or a book, not a substance, you bad bad people!!), that's how I loved Bilbo!! (imagine me saying it in my adorable voice, the one I use when I try to sound cute 😉)

5- I binge read a certain fanfic about those two amazing superheroes saving the world, and themselves!! (I refuse to give up the name since if you think this is me oversharing? You've got another thing coming, honey!) that had a cruise and another prototype of the IronMan suit (don't ask which mark it is but it's so fast it broke the sound barrier!!)

6- I'm a little bit under the weather, (not corona, folks!) and my throat is kinda itchy, to the point that I lost all my vocal prowess for a little more than 24 hours a few days ago, still kinda annoying, and my stomach rebelled so much yesterday (before and during sleeping) that I thought she should take the rebellion symbol from Mr. Che Jivara!! (with all due respect to him, I'm only joking, so please no one takes it seriously).

7- I'm a little bit of a spacetoon (and all that's good and beautiful in our childhood) encyclopedia, want a name of a cartoon or a song you can't remember? I'm usually your best bet, after the second mother, google, of course!!

8- this week is so dead that if you want to see zombies come to our lectures any time in it, seriously we're so under a lot of exams, thank God and the doctors for postponing our tasks and assignments' due-date.

9- if I was a little more of an extrovert I might not have had to write most of these strange snippets about me in a freaking post!!!

And finally, on with the dream! (another thing you probably know by now, that I kinda take you around and under and left and right before I say what I want to say).

So, it was an assignment to some sort of subject (don't ask me which, since as far as I know, not a single thing in our curriculum will make me do what I'm about to do here, or at least, I hope so!!!), we made some type of fall-body suit that needed analysing (who am I kidding, it was the IronMan suit!!), and guess who was picked as a pilot? That's right! Yours truly!!

Anyway, good thing to bad, we had to make the prototype test in the middle of the (as I said above) the vast beast! Mr. Oceanus (I know that that is a Mr. Titan, but who am I, the lowly mortal, to deny his decision to appear in my paragraphs? And no, he didn't show up in the dream, thank God! [ours, not any of the others]),

So, I was put in the cruise, in the middle of the ocean, with the IronMan suit, and a seriously sick stomach, can you guess where we're going with this? (I'm actually kinda enjoying writing this since it reminds me of a certain mad superhero/not superhero who finally joined the XMen!, of course he joined a few years ago but I only watch the second movie circa a month ago) no? let me tell you, a bit of dizziness, seasickness, and an already rebellious stomach? Not a good combination, and remember that I really, really fear the ocean (just remembering the dream and the images in my head is traumatising, let alone living it vividly for a few hours), so, I fell, and strangely enough, I was a good swimmer (ah~ I really count my blessings here since no matter who or when someone taught me to swim, I still can't manage), I was able to stay close to the ship, but couldn't really pull myself up, so all I could do was keep a good hold on a rope tied around the ship and keep my legs in a calculated, slow what feels like a walking-in-place exercise,, (I can still feel the water around me, and the gentle waves of the ocean, it was both a calming feeling and a horrible one) and then...

Something touched the soles of my feet, and it kinda hurt, and it continued to move under me till something hit my toes, it was a shark fin, that's right, a shark choose me as his next meal, how honoured I was!!! Kidding i was kinda terrified, but all that YouTube survival videos came to mind, I left the rope of the ship and kinda dipped under water (triple scare, here, yikes!) and I... pushed.. his muzzle?

Yeah, so not really what they taught you in the videos, my polite nature rears its ugly head again (politeness is not as good as it seems, people! actually once a stray dog entered our home and jumped on the couch, and I was asking nicely and politely if "Mr. Dog would pretty please leave us be", and no, I wasn't scared but mom told me not to touch it, and it kinda was a cute, if a mangy mutt)

I didn't really want to punch the shark, even if my life kinda depended on it here, for a few reasons and actually at least one of them was pretty reasonable, which is, my punch is pretty weak, guys!!

Anyway, of course since its skin kinda scratched my feet there was blood, so it didn't leave me alone, two things I concluded here, first, Mr. Shark was either a lazy guy since he was coming to me slowly as if he either was a giant cat coming for pets no matter how many times you push her, or he was playing with his food, aka, me.

The second thing I discovered was that I was really sick in real life since my imagination couldn't conjure another family member of my guest here (again with the small mercies, can you imagine being alone around all these carnivores? And I bet not all of them will be moving so leisurely!!)

So, I finally decided to be the champ of my cruise and punch the thing in the face, so I pulled up all the power I can in my fist and punched him in his snout!!!

And let me tell you, it's not as easy is they make it sound, first, his nose is actually pretty hard, not the sensitive area they led us to believe, second, my hand really hurt and his skin scratched my knuckles, and I believe it kinda broke a bone in my hand, third, and worse, it actually enraged the mister so much that it left me, J-squared again and this time, flew! in my direction and I swear I still feel his teeth sinking in the shin of my right leg, but before he tore it apart, I actually did the right thing to defend myself, I (and I apologise, Mr. Dream shark, but you really hurt both my leg and my feelings!!) poked his eyes, which made for a very awkward stretch to my body, but finally, I was left alone!! With a mangled leg, of course, but hey!! It's not real life, so let's be glad.

The saltwater stinging my feet, still sick, and more dizzy from blood loss, you have no idea how glad was I that I was still near the ship, a little bit more than a meter but still floating, and then, the bad became worse, I actually goT SWALLOWED WHOLE BY A WHALE!!!!!!!!, YUP!! THE WHALE IN THE PICTURE!!!

And then god with his mercies again, it swallowed the ship but opened his mouth for me to leave, neat, ain't it?

But let me tell you what happened in a little more details, I felt a ripple in the water beneath and around me, and the ship started to sway, and a faint sound of something between a roar and strange song-like-sound, feeling the rumble under me was what made me look, and lo and behold!! The mighty animal wanted the meal that the shark didn't get, bye bye world!! Bye bye the suit that I still didn't to get to wear! And bye bye the report I needed to write for this freaking assignment that because of it I might fail and my friends will rail me when they see me!!

The ship and I couldn't help but enter the mouth of the humongous fish, the sounds of the wood, metal, glass and whatever is the cruise was made of was deafening, so loud and cruel, and I got a more than a few bruises and abrasions, and the feel of his teeth behind my back, sharp and huge and bigger than my own size, was something I don't know how to describe, and suddenly between all the breaking and suffocating water and absolute darkness, something caught my eyes, the slits in the helmet of the suit were lit, I'm sure it was a malfunction because of all the destruction on Mark, but it took all my fear, as if sucking it from my own eyes, and as sudden as it glowed, it vanished, but the calm remained, I closed my eyes, since it didn't matter, and just stopped everything, even trying to hold my breath, but not breathing as well, as if all body functions just... Stopped.

And then my eyes flew open again, not because I woke up, but because of an almost crushing change in the water pressure, it just pushed me forward more inside the huge mouth, and when I thought that this is it, I found the whale mouth moving further away from me, taking the ship and Mark with it, and leaving me alone, in the middle of the ocean that I wanted to say "c'mon!! If you ate me it'll be a win-win situation!!!!" but the second I opened my mouth water rushed inside that I tried swimming up to breath (even though not knowing which way is up was problematic, since something similar happened in real life before I wasn't worried, but that's a story for another time), breaking the surface was a godsend, I tell you! But my misery wasn't in any way over, I was so thirsty I actually wanted to drink salt water a again (and then death, oh wow, how smart?), and once the adrenaline deserted me, my leg returned to trying to kill me, and I don't know if it was a real thing if it happened in real life but it actually stopped bleeding, which was both fantastic, since it means that I won't die of bloodloss, and horrifying since I'm not going to die because of bloodloss, at least then I would have been able to calculate an approximate time for my death, but no, I have to wait and see what kills me next, I almost wished that I just had my previous stomachache and be done with.

Anyway, moving was not really an option, and staying was not either, and the breeze was making me so cold my teeth almost broke from all the shattering they were doing, I wasn't really sure when the others might decide to check on me, and I'm not really sure if I was still in the place they left me at, and I really didn't know what to do, I was so helpless, and cold, and thirsty, in so much pain and so so tired.

I cursed the whale again for not ending my misery, and cursed the shark for being a coward and not finishing what he started and cursing the assignment for being so impossible yet important, and most of all cursing myself, though I don't know why, but my self-loathing decided that now is the time to remember how horrible I am.

As physics does, the water raised me till I was floating on my back, which made me feel even more cold but I didn't have any energy to do anything about it, and strangely, I fell into some sort of doze, not asleep yet not really awake and aware, my whole body half above half into the water, though my right, injured leg, was bend in the knee into the water, which made my pained scream when something took hold of it in its mouth the more agonizing since it made my upper body enter the water, and the thing holding my leg left it alone, and I was able to right myself and look around me for the next threat, the fear was immense that I thought I might get a heartattack, which, admittedly would be better than the pain going to be inflicted upon me any second now, looking around finally led me to what attacked me, and for a moment, with my blurry, and fear filled eyes looked like Mr. Shark has indeed returned to finish what he started, he even returned to his play-with-my-food attitude, but when my eyes finally focused they detected differences, from the lighter shade of colors, to the more smooth curves of the fin and snout, and the gentle, warm (even if it looked sleepy) strange brown tone of the mammels eyes,

The dolphin was about two meters away, and looking at me with intense, twinkling eyes (if they were blue and he wore glasses, or at least marking that looks like it, I would have thought that the dolphin was Dumbledore' animagus and I really wouldn't have hesitated this time to punch his already crocked nose.. err.. snout [which it isn't, the dolphin's snout was perfect] with my broken hand!!) and moved slowly towards me, he pushed me gently with his nose in my abdomen, swam back a few inches, then entered the water and moved towards my leg, not touching it, but he was close enough to feel with my already almost destroyed sensitive nerves, he did all of that while I'm standing/floating, stupefied, hardly even breathing, and then he left, and pushed me again with his snout on my back, this time with more pressure that my body couldn't help but move to the dolphin's right side to let him pass, with my hand just above his back, when my hand touched his prominent back fin, he pushed my hip gently, as if telling me something, and pushed his fin into my hand again, it felt like rubber, and I couldn't help but ask "you want me to hold you?" he made a strange clicking noise then kinda slapped the water with his side fin in the other side of me, and bizarrely, his actions made me feel as if he was saying "are you stupid? Why else would I offer you my magnificent dorsal?!!" I stared, flummoxed, at the creature and couldn't help but throw my head back and laugh, I'm certain that it was the tension, fear and hysteria that made me do it, but for me, the whole situation was so hilarious that it seemed like it made Mr. Dolphin look at me and think "alright, the pathetic, hurt, star-shaped blemish is, indeed, stupid and needs help from my majesty" and then, using his right fin, slapped me non-too-gently on the side of my left hip, squeaking something as well and pushed his dorsal in my left hand again, but when he noticed my wince, he actually kinda rubbed his slippery appendage on my thigh while honest-to-god cooed at me that I couldn't help but smile at him, "it's okay, big guy, and thanks; you know, you kinda remind me of flipper!" and then I petted him a couple of times (which he purred at, I think I need a cat! 🤔🤔) then grabbed his fin in a tight but non constricting grip, my right hand was swollen by now so my only hope was to keep holding using my left hand, after shaking his body a little as if to check my hold, he dove with me into the water!! I almost screamed in fright but then he broke the surface and jumped about three meters high into the air!!!

Hello, there, adrenaline, didn't see you since a few!!

He dove again into the water and this time gradually moved towards the surface, with the water flowing into my hair and pushing me from my saviour, my left leg moved on its own violation and moved around the body as if I was riding a horse,

"WOOHOO!!", I shouted once we were in the air again, it was exhilarating; cold, but thrilling, though the warm body beneath me was perfect, he took me in a straight if slightly curvy line, and when I noticed that, I also noticed that his right fin was not moving as his left, I even thought he was injured for a second, but then a sharp sting in my leg and a slight jerk from him made me understand, my injured leg was beneath his wing-like appendage, and he was being considerate, as a solution, I flattened myself on his back, kept my left leg dangling as if in the horse saddle, my right one, as gently as possible, bend on the knee above the dolphin's back, my left hand gripping the top fin with it touching my shoulder, and my broken right hand above Mr. Flipper's cousin head, and then I came into a a sudden realization!! "does that mean I'm Lopaka????" I asked Flipper the second, and he made a sound suspiciously almost like a snort, but my change of position made him move in a much more pronounced straight line; the speed decreased as I started to doze again, as if he was worried about dislodging me, though the annoying feeling of the salt crusting on my skin woke me up, no idea how much time had past, except that the sun was on either the verge of descending or rising, and finally, finally, I saw land and buildings and what not from afar, and I certainly moved to another continent all together, let alone another country, after reaching the area where I could stand comfortably on the ground beneath the water, people started to come to see what was happening, I ignored them for the sake of my silent companion, suddenly he actually stood on his tail fin, and kinda sort of awkwardly leaned on me without trying to put too much pressure, I didn't understand what was happening though it seemed sorta like a hug?

Anyway, I pat his back again, (and again with the weird purring noise), when he released me I felt buzzing in the back pocket of my jeans, I actually still have my phone!!!

Pulling it out and snorting that after everything that happened my phone was still working!! all I could say is "well, it seems like the time of a picture, Mr. Flipper, sir!" and after an awkward kneeling so I could put my injured arm around him and trying to stretch my bloody leg (both meanings are accurate here, tbh) so it wouldn't interfere with the selfie, I positioned my left hand.

And the last thing I remember is the picture of my (Lopaka the second 😂) wide mouth grin and an equally wonderful grin from Mr. Flipper the second!!!

The End.

It really was a dream I had, with all these details, the only thing that's not entirely true about this post, is saying that this is the weirdest dream I had.

[charbax]

Wintersend’s Exchange

A gift for @dovabunny in the Fenders Wintersend Exchange! They requested: 

Homeless Fen and doctor/nurse Anders who always tries to feed and dress warmly his elf. Fenris doesnt want or trust charity, he wants to be seen as a man - not a project.

also available on my AO3

It started in the winter. A winter’s night, precisely, when Anders is locking the clinic’s door after a day of treating injuries, maladies, and general complaining from late stragglers. Luckily, his Maker-sent secretary was more than happy to handle the last part (read: forcibly showing them the door by social convention or force) and when the patient line dwindled to none, he sent her home. That had been hours ago. Now, it was late, and Anders was more than ready to flip the sign from open to closed and head upstairs for some well-deserved rest.

No sooner than his fingers brushed against the card than someone rapped against the door. Anders sighed, debated turning the sign over fully like the asshole he was, then decided against it since the person technically did come before the clinic was truly closed. He opened the door with a heavy heart. “Can I help you with-” He started, then stopped.

“Yes.” Fenris replied, arms wrapped around himself and his threadbare clothing, the very picture of a shivering wreck. “You can help me out of this cold.”

Anders was too stunned to do more than step back and let Fenris inside. Fenris made a beeline for one of the waiting chairs and collapsed onto it. It was only then that Anders noticed the goosebumps rippling on his skin, the shaking in Fenris’ body, the way his fingers trembled even as he tried to hide them underneath his armpits. Anders sighed again, pinching the space between his brows. “What made you think in here would be better than out there? Or anywhere else for that matter?”

“Hawke is...indisposed.” Fenris answered carefully. “And it’s too late for anyone else.”

“But apparently, not late enough for the hard-working doctor, who’s spent all day holed up in a clinic treating people as their last line of healthcare. What, the walk back home not good enough for you?”

At least Fenris had the decency to look ashamed. Well, as ashamed as a prickly elf could look. “I don’t trust home at the moment.”

Anders’ long face grew longer. For all of his bad blood with Fenris, even he saw the cruelty in shutting the door in a runaway’s face. “Fine.” He relented. “Stay for the night, but I expect you to be out first thing in the morning.”

Fenris nodded mutely and curled up on himself – almost like a cat. As soon as the comparison made its way into his head, it took root and refused to move from Anders’ mind, following him all the way to the supplies closet, where he grabbed the least threadbare blanket and pillow, and back to where Fenris was huddling. “Here.” Anders said, tossing the items at him. “At least crash here properly, for Maker’s sake.”

A person with less than perfect reflexes might have been slapped face-first with bedding, but Fenris only caught the items with a raised eyebrow. Anders had already turned away to finally prepare for sleep, he heard a quiet-

“Thank you.”

He paused, glancing over his shoulder. Fenris had already wrapped himself up in the blanket and curled into the pillow, stuffing his head under the cover until only the tips of his ears were peeking out. In that moment, he looked like any other elf refugee trying to stay warm in a none-too comfortable chair (and Anders can attest to that uncomfortable thing after an ill-advised nap during a quiet hour in the clinic). That image was a real, tangible proof of his care - even if it took form of a ball of blanket and silvery hair - and it reminded Anders why he treated people, or ran a clinic, or let in mage-hating runways.

He didn’t smile, but his steps going up the back staircase were much lighter than before.

His next time off was spent at the Hanged Man with Hawke and (proclaimed) merry band of misfits. It was certainly fitting considering the company currently present at their usual table – a set of twins, a police officer, the co-manager of the Hanged Man, a doctor (Anders), a runaway actor, an internet pirate, and a Dalish student.

And of course, Hawke himself, who was guffawing about something Varric said. Anders wouldn’t know since he was too busy losing at Wicked Grace badly.

“Well...at least all the cards are different this time. I really like how unique all of them are.” Merrill said as she peered over his hand.

“That’s not a good thing sweetness.” Isabela pointed out, laying out her completed set of suits, then appraised Anders with a smile playing at the corner of her lips. “You really do have the worst luck. Can’t be helped really.” On his right, Bethany patted his arm sympathetically as she laid down her own modest hand.

Anders frowned at Isabela. “As opposed to cheating?”

Isabela shrugged, not-so-coincidentally jostling a naughty card nesting in her cleavage (much to the poorly hidden delight of Carver). “It’s not cheating if you don’t get caught.”

Hawke chose that moment to tune into the conversation and gasped. “Isabela would never cheat!” He exclaimed indignantly. Knowing him, he was 100% serious. Varric and Isabela exchanged smiles, then Varric patted Hawke’s bicep.

“We believe you Hawke.”

“It’s not the matter of believing me, but believing in Isabela.” He turned to her. “I believe in you.”

Isabela’s face contorted in a strange mix between amused and touched, which ended up making her look extremely seasick. Fenris stifled a laugh behind his hand, turning his expression to the closest person next to him, and found himself looking at an equally humorous Anders. There was a moment when their eyes met, a moment when Fenris wasn’t feeling the usual hostility and it was just him and Anders sharing a common laugh.

Then Anders turned his head, breaking the connection. Fenris returned his gaze to the table as the conversation moved on. It seemed only minutes before Aveline said regretfully, “Well, I have the morning shift tomorrow, so I should get going.”

Isabela took one look at Merrill covering her yawn with a hand and stood. “I better get kitten home too. Don’t get into too much trouble boys. At least, not without me.”

With Hawke’s innocent, “We won’t Isabela!” sent her way, Isabela put an arm around Merrill’s shoulders, dropped money onto the table, and left with her. Following their example, Varric and Hawke put their heads together to figure out how to pay for their night in the bar (“Put it on my tab.” Was Varric’s usual reply, to Hawke trio’s indignation, which then started a one-versus-three of who would get to pay it back).

As Fenris reached into his own pocket to draw out the lone bills he had, Anders’ hand slapped in front of him, startling him. Anders withdrew his hand without another word and stalked out, leaving behind a few bills where his hand had been. It was more than enough to cover his own split bill.

“Anders-” Fenris started, but the mage was already gone. He frowned. Despite his feelings on Anders’ ideals, he recognises altruism when he sees it, in the man who chooses to sleep in his own clinic. It’s not cheap to run the service that Anders does, and for as long as Fenris has known him, he not the type to spend frivolously when he’s saving for the endless costs of the clinic.

And yet. Fenris would not deny that Anders was not the only one who had been counting pennies, so to speak. His had pride dictated that he would not accept any of the charity money offered by his friends, but there was clearly enough money for both his and Anders’ meals. How did the mage know that would he would be short for the evening?

No matter. Varric was already grudgingly accepting the Hawkes’ payment, as well as sweeping the bills off the table and into his hand. There was nothing else he could do about it, in terms of paying.

It still left an unsettling pit in his stomach.

It was only more ‘kindness’ since then, disguised as inconveniences for Anders and often riding along the coattails of excuses. ‘I needed to get rid of some of the older blankets, take this one. There’s no holes in it, at least.�� ‘A patient made a pie as a thankyou, but what do you know, I’m allergic to blueberries!’ ‘Someone kindly donated a hand-made beanie and scarf. Unfortunately, grey’s just not my colour.’

Not that Fenris hasn’t been trying to refuse them, with the keyword being ‘trying’. Being in the middle of an unusually harsh winter and dry season for jobs, it would make sense to accept the help. But just because it was logical didn’t mean that Fenris liked it very much. It felt too close to the small acts of mercy Danarius would give to him, akin to throwing a bone to a very beaten dog after a whole day of posing and remembering lines and pushing himself to exhaustion, which Fenris was ashamed to admit to have lapped up as a sign of favouritism. Delicious meals, fine clothes. He might as well have been a glorified pet with a lyrium collar back then.

When Anders dumped a pair of earmuffs on him – elongated for long tipped elven ears – Fenris finally confronted him. “Why all of this?”

Anders fixed him a confused look. “I’m very sure elven biology is enough similar to humans that they both feel the cold somewhat similarly. Unless your prickly sensibilities chose not to feel cold in the air?”

“I mean why all these...gifts.”

“...I needed someone to dump them off? Lirene only accepts cash donations and there’s only so many mismatched scarves and beanies I can own before I would have to give them away as well. Not to mention I’m trying to watch my weight, so food’s the least of my problems-”

Fenris knew stalling when he heard it. “Then cease it. I’m not a charity case, nor a project. If you feel nothing more than pity for me, then I would prefer how we were at the start.”

Hurt flashed across Anders’ face, for a moment, then it was wiped away with a frown. “This wasn’t- this isn’t a- I wasn’t doing it to try to, Maker forbid, change you Fenris. Are you a prickly bastard? Yes. Do I think that you should be a little more sympathetic to the plight of mages because they’re so similar to your own problems? Also yes. Do I still think of you as a friend? Well, I do, unless it’s not been mutual this entire time, which I guess makes me an idiot.”

Fenris knew stalling when he heard it. “Get on with it, Anders.”

“I was, I was. Look. If I was trying to change you – which I’m not! - I would put a lot more effort into shaping you into a specific person, don’t you think?”

Logic warred with suspicion. “And what if you are only bribing me?”

“That’s assuming there’s anything you can give me.”

That stung more than it should. Fenris shook his head. “Then there is no sense to keep giving me things when I have nothing to give back. I do not want to be indebted to you, and I am not yours to shape as you see fit.”

“For the last time, I’m not trying to lord this over you. But I’ll stop it if that’s what you, honest-to-Andraste, believe is the logical thing to do.”

Yes. Fenris was convinced it was.

So the gifts stopped, and with it, so did whatever little camadrie there had been. The next time they met as a group, Anders barely acknowledged him. But Fenris had meant what he said, so he forced himself to swallow the bitter taste of seeing Anders’ eyes pass over him with a neutral glance. At the one after that, Anders chose not to turn up at all, citing a busy clinic as his excuse. Fenris didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed.

A few days of this apathy passed without fanfare, only for Hawke to pull Fenris and quietly asked if he had a fight with Anders.

“We had a discussion and cleared the air. Nothing else happened.” Fenris answered, if a bit testily.

Hawke levelled a stare at him. “Anders has been throwing himself into his work. He hasn’t been coming to the last three Wicked Grace nights, and he loves Wicked Grace. Either flu season was terrible, or you two are trying to avoid each other.”

“I am not avoiding him.”

“Yes you are. You two seemed to getting along so well with all the presents Anders was giving you.”

Fenris scowled, reminded of the reason why he was in a bad mood in the first place. Hawke continued, oblivious. “When I asked Anders, all he said was that he was giving you space. Did he do something Fenris? Should I be more worried? Were the presents themselves really that bad?”

...the meals may have been warm, but not the creations of a gourmet kitchen, and the clothes, clearly hand-me-downs despite their well-cared for appearance. “No.” Fenris said. “They were passable.”

“They must’ve sure been something if you didn’t want them anymore.”

They were hardly the rewards Danarius would shower him during the sponsorship, especially the ones Danarius gave when he was feeling more whimsical than demanding. But Danarius always had the ulterior motive of keeping Fenris docile and controlled. Anders just did it because he felt like it.

“Thank you, I suppose, for giving me something to think about it.”

Hawke clapped his shoulder, taking that as a sign that the problem was solved. “Not a problem. I’m always here if you need me.”

People to depend on. Those were rare. Maybe Fenris could do with one more.

This time, it was Fenris who was pacing in front of Anders clinic just before closing time. His earlier resolve had crumbled, and he tried in vain to gather its remains. He jumped when the front door opened, but it was only a lone dwarven couple ferrying a sleepy child out. He held the door open respectfully and stepped inside before the door swung shut.

As Fenris’ eyes adjusted to the dark, he could make out the surprise in Ander’s face from behind the receptionist desk. “Fenris?” Anders rose out of his chair, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Really? I was under the impression that you didn’t want anything to do with me.”

“I opposed your pity gifts. The company was…less than terrible, truth be told.”

Anders narrowed his eyes at him. “Why do I feel like you’re lying.”

Anders, as much as Fenris would hate to admit, had a point – here he was, after weeks of avoiding Anders like he had the Blight, and now, trying to make contact like he wasn’t the one who cut off Anders in the first place. The mage deserved honesty.

“I am not. I needed time to make sense of what I was feeling. I am not the best at words.”

Anders tipped his head at Fenris’ statement. At least he wasn’t making a smart remark. The fact that Fenris could predict a good Anders sentence and an irritated Anders sentence was an indicator that he probably knew Anders more than he had originally thought.

“What I said back then is still true. I do not like being in the debt of others. When I was. underneath Danarius’ contract, everything I received was something that could be used against me later. I cannot just shake this suspicion for it has saved me often. But one day, I would like to know what it would be like to walk freely, without distrust in every interaction. All I ask for is time and a chance to try existing outside that sponsorship.”

Anders stared at him for a long moment. Fenris willed himself to stare back, not defiantly, but in hope that his look would convey his sincerity. Finally, Anders spoke. “I will admit, it stung when you didn’t my goodwill. But that makes sense. I may be an advocate for mage rights, but even I can admit that bastard belongs in the Deep Roads, so it’s no wonder you don’t want anything to do with him.”

That’s all Fenris wanted and hoped for. He had nothing else to mention, so he nodded and turned to the door.”

“Wait.” Anders called out. “Do you somewhere to sleep tonight?”

Fenris faltered. He hadn’t been planning very far apart from hoping Hawke would answer his door. “I was thinking of asking Hawke, if he is awake at this time.”

“It’s very, very late so he’s probably not. Do you want to stay for the night? I promise, no doing this for bragging rights.”

Just as he reasoned on the first night, there could be worst places than an undocumented doctor’s clinic to sleep in. When Fenris nodded, Anders disappeared in the back, just as he did before, however, he returned with seemingly more items in his hand than the last time – another pillow, a fuzzier blanket, and something dangling off a lanyard on his wrist. Anders dumped them on the chair nearby chair, but held onto the lanyard.

“So I went through a few days of thinking in the span of a few minutes while I was getting these – I can think fast if I have to, don’t look at me like that – and I can’t blame you for thinking like you have to be suspicious of everything. Considering what you just told me, it would be like getting mad at pounce-a-lot for taking down the Wintersend tree.

“So this time, I’m going to give you something else: a choice. Happy Wintersend.”

He held out the lanyard, finally showing the small key hanging on the end. Fenris stared at it. “I don’t understand what this is Anders.”

“It’s one of the spare keys for the clinic – one of the only three in the world, I might add. The only people who have this is me and Lirene. So know that I’m not offering this lightly. This is a...job offer, I guess? I can’t pay you anything other than food, maybe a bit of the stipend if I beg Lirene enough to spare some of the weekly change. I’m sure I can convert one of the rooms upstairs to another bedroom if you want somewhere to board as well. There’s also a contract to read over, but we can do that together. Probably with someone else if you like. Hawke?”

It was good that Fenris was already sitting on the chair. It gave him a measure of support as the full implication hit him. This was Ander’s life, the home of his hopes and dreams, a sanctuary for those who had no-where else – or those without insurance. The previous gifts did not carry the weight of that disarmingly small key, but Fenris could feel its weight off the lanyard.

“I...would need some time. Maybe. I can’t promise anything now.” Fenris said, relishing the way maybe rolled off his tongue. The choice to say so. The feeling only flared when Anders nodded his head.

“I understand. Well, the waiting room is yours until morning.” Anders disappeared to staircase, his steps echoing in the stairwell, until they too faded away. The chairs were just as uncomfortable as they had been the first time Fenris had slept in them, but as Fenris buried himself deeper in them, his mind became cotton-heavy with the incoming sleep.

The last though Fenris had before he drifted off was the speculation of working in a place like the clinic. He had no skills has a medical professional, but there had to be just as honest work there. Fenris smiled to himself. He would let Anders know his answer in the morning.

[lily-padfoot]

will you do all of the ask mes you posted earlier

1: How tall or short do you wish you were?I am good with the height I am2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not)Dragon! I AM KHALEESI!!!3: Do you have a favorite clothing style?Whatever I feel looks good on me and/or as long as Im comfortable4: What was your favorite video game growing up?Pokemon Gold for the Gameboy Color5: What three things/people do you think of most each day:Ryan, sleep and my bed6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say?WARNING: Unpredictable moods 8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic]No idea 9: Are you ticklish?Only on my feet10: Are you allergic to anything?Chocolate, Strawberries, carrot cake and various medication11: What’s your sexuality?I like pans12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?Teaaaaaa13: Are you a cat or dog person?I’m a both person14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson?Vampire. I would LOVE to say merperson but... the ocean.... *squirms*15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber?Megan Leigh (ciaobelllaxo)16: How tall are you?5′8″17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?Maybe something more unique. Or maybe just Lily lmao18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]noooooope19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?Lived it, so YES20: Do you like space or the ocean more?space21: Are you religious?Raised, yes. Personal beliefs, no22: Pet peeves?Too many to list23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]?I would say nocturnal, but thats pretty lonely24: Favorite constellation?Canis Major25: Favorite star?Sirius26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls?Dolls are creepy27: Any phobias or fears?I have anxiety. So yes.28: Do you think global warming is real?YEEEEESSSSSSS29: Do you believe in reincarnation?absolutely30: Favorite movie?wayyyyy too many31: Do you get scared easily?@moonywritesfanfic says yes32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?2 dogs and 6 cats34: What is a color that calms you?deep purple35: Where would you like to travel and/or live?DisneyWorld in the castle, thanks36: Where were you born?Right here37: What is your eye color?Blue/Gray38: Introvert or extrovert?introvert39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?Zodiacs, yes. Horoscopes, not so much40: Hugs or kisses?ALL THE EVERYTHING41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?Ryan, even though he dropped me off like an hour ago lol42: Who is someone you love deeply?Ryan... duh43: Any piercings you want?I think I’m happy with what I have. Maybe a few more up my one ear44: Do you like tattoos and piercings?nope... they are disgusting.... xD45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so?I did all through highschool, up until I was about 2146: Talk about your crush, if you have one!He’s my everything. Point blank. And soooo much more than JUST a crush 47: What is a sound you really hate?Nails on a chalkboard48: A sound you really love?His heart beat49: Can you do a backflip?My doctor told me I wasn't allowed50: Can you do the splits?I used to be able to. I miiiiight still if I stretched enough51: Favorite actor and/or actress?Ryan Reynolds. Margot Robbie52: Favorite movie?Already answered this...?53: How are you feeling right now?Content 54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?Blue55: When did you feel happiest?Sitting at Ryan’s house on G Mans birthday, just the three of us.56: Something that calms you down?His hugs 57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]lol.....58: What does your URL mean?exactly what it says59: What three words describe you the most?Weird, loyal, kind. I think60: Do you believe in evolution?definitely61: What makes you unfollow a blog?inactivity, mainly. Or posting content I don't agree with. Or if a blog changes its content to something I don't particularly like.62: What makes you follow a blog?Many different reasons 63: Favorite kind of person:There are many different kinds of people I like64: Favorite animal(s):Fox, Doe, Zebra, Siberian Tigers, to name a few65: Name three of your favorite blogs.lol those who know me, know who my “favourites” are66: Favorite emoticon:I’m not on my phone. But the one with the one eye closed and the tongue out. Or the two pink hearts67: Favorite meme:I don't really follow memes at all68: What is your MBTI personality type?ISFJ69: What is your star sign?Pisces70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog?LMAO NOPE!!71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?Anything that isn't my work uniform lmao but, legging and a comfy sweater are usually my go to.72: Post a selfie or two?You can search them up lol73: Do you have platform shoes?Are those in style again? lol I had a pair of platform flip flops when I was a little kid in the 90′s and early 2000′s lmao74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?I don't like Dumbo. Like, HATE it75: Can you do a front flip?Again, my doctor told me not to lol76: Do you like birds?When they aren't pooping and being loud in the early mornings77: Do you like to swim?yes78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?swimming. I can't really skate.79: Something you wish didn’t exist:Trump. Sorry not sorry80: Some thing you wish did exist:Kylie, still81: Piercings you have?4 ears, nose, lip and tongue82: Something you really enjoy doing:laying in bed cuddling and chatting about life with Ryan83: Favorite person to talk to:^^^^ refer to that answer 84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?I liked it. lol its changed soooooooo much85: How many followers do you have?zero lol xD86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?LMAO87: Do your socks always match?if Im actually wearing socks, yea usually88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?Never been able to. 89: What are your birthstones?birthstoneS?? Theres more than one? Pretty sure its only Aquamarine90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?A fox91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?Tiger Lily92: A store you hate?Abrocrappy xD93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?Usually only one94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?Read minds. But only when I actually want to.95: Do you like to wear camo?I did in like, the 7th grade lol96: Winter or summer?Neither97: How long can you hold your breath for?maybe a minute?98: Least favorite person?Trump99: Someone you look up to:Myself 5 years from now100: A store you love?Torrid101: Favorite type of shoesdepends on the weather. Either Toms or Docs or Timberlands102: Where do you live?Right here 103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why?Nope104: What is your favorite mineral or gem?not really sure105: Do you drink milk?every day106: Do you like bugs?NOPE 107: Do you like spiders?HELL NO108: Something you get paranoid about?Lots of things. Too many things109: Can you draw:I used to be able to110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?There have been a few111: A question you hate being asked?You're still living at home??112: Ever been bitten by a spider?Not that I know of113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?Absolutely. One of my favourite sounds114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?Cloudy115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:Ryan, duh116: Favorite cloud type:idk lol the fluffy ones?117: What color do you wish the sky was?Lilac. That would be pretty118: Do you have freckles?I wish! My mom does and Im jealous 119: Favorite thing about a person:Ryans hugs120: Fruits or vegetables?Fruits121: Something you want to do right now:Stay with him forever122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?If its the top of the water, ocean lol123: Sweet or sour foods?sweet124: Bright or dim lights?dim125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?I believe in all magical creatures xD126: Something you hate about Tumblr:Anons don't show up on your block list127: Something you love about Tumblr:the family Ive made 128: What do you think about the least?I’m not thinking about it, so I don't know129: What would you want written on your tombstone?Nothing lame lol130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?Trump131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?my body132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?Not usually 133: Computer or TV?Computer134: Do you like roller coasters?ALL THE YES!!135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?Not sure about seasickness but I don't get motion sickness136: Are your ears lobed or attached?I have ear lobes soooo I guess that137: Do you believe in karma?to an extent138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?maybe a 6 on an amazing hair and makeup day139: What nicknames do you have/have had?There have been TONS140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends?Not that I can remember. My parents don't remember any either.141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?No, even though I know it would be beneficial 142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?Hopefully good143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?Both to both144: What makes you angryA lot of various things at various times. My anger is a conflicting thing145: How many languages do you speak fluently?Just one146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?GIVE ME ALL THE GENDERS!!147: Are you androgynous?Nope. I’m very openly feminine 148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:Its super strange. But my feet. I have beautiful feet lol and NO you may NOT see a picture149: Favorite thing about your personality:I can be really cute at times. And I don't actually mean it150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.Ryan Ryan and Ryan? lol actually change one of those Ryans to Kylie. Because shed be at the age now, where the conversations would be amazing151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose?late 70′s early 80′s152: Do you like BuzzFeed?Yea! They have great videos and I love reading their articles153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.]At the mall, 3,936 days ago, through mutual friends154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons?Platonically, I don't kiss anyone. Unless its children on the cheek or forehead.155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?I LOVE playing with kids hair lol156: What embarrasses you?various things at various times157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:everything lol having severe anxiety does that to a person lol158: Biggest lie you have ever told:“I’m fine, I promise”159: How many people are you following?247, but I gotta go through it160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?this blog: 13,050RP blog: 10,596161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)?this one: noneRP blog: 3162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?13,701163: Last time you cried and why:can't remember when exactly, but most likely over school stuff164: Do you have long or short hair?is it considered short? I’m not really sure165: Longest your hair has ever been:Down to my butt, last year166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon?Not a topic Im willing to get into 167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created?Not 100%168: Do you like to wear makeup?Whenever I’m able to get a moment to wear it, yea. Even if its just mascara.169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds?Not even for a second lol170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?Why wouldn't I..

[xthis-rebelle]

Cruise ship AU (solangelo)

What did he tell them? He easily got seasick. But of course, Percy and Jason didn’t listen and ended up dragging him along on a cruise, and worst? His friends actually had the nerve to tease him with the cruise ship’s resident doctor whom he might have caught stealing glances at him on several occasions.

“He totally likes you, Neeks!”

“Do you want me to get his number?”

“Before we reach soil, we’ll make sure you have a boyfriend.”

“Oh, nice one, Percy.”

As soon as they reached land, Nico was going to kill them. Right now, his legs were jelly and his stomach was doing somersaults. Spots dazed his vision.

“Whoa, Nico!” Jason yelped, grabbing his arm as he lost his balance.

“I think we should take him to the infirmary,” Percy suggested.

Jason nodded and picked Nico up in a fireman’s carry, much to the other boy’s weak protests.

Percy opened the double doors to the infirmary, where the blonde doctor came rushing into the reception-like area.

“Hey doc,” Jason said, gesturing to Nico, “Man down.”

“Oh dear,” the blonde said, “Bring him to the back. And tell me what happened. I knew he was looking unwell. Sorry if I creeped y'all out, but I’ll admit I was worried. He looked rather…green.”

“Seasickness,” Jason explained, placing him on one of the cots. There were twelve cots on each side of the room, which looked like a regular ward at a hospital.

“Bucket,” Nico groaned. The blonde doctor reached under the cot and puled out a metal bucket. Nico rolled over, retching horribly, and loosing whatever dignity he had left.

Aw, man,” Percy said, his face twisting, “He said he gets seasick easily, but I didn’t think he meant this easily.”

“I’m going to hook him up to some IV drips, he needs fluid if he’s going to keep vomiting like this,” the doctor said, “And I’m keeping him here for observation. If you guys would just follow me and fill out some necessary paperwork.”

Nico was slowly dying. He was hot all over and sweaty and pretty sure he looked like death. His throat was dry and raw and his eyes felt like lead.

“Easy,” a warm voice said, helping him sit up.

It was the resident doctor, the one who’d been staring at Nico because he was worried that he’d be ill.

“So my name is Dr. Will Solace,” the blonde, Dr. Solace grinned, “And how would you rate your pain on a scale of one to ten?”

Up close, Nico was able to see the freckles that sprinkled his cheeks like the stars across the night, his wide, innocent sky-blue eyes and his sinful, smiling pale pink lips. Nico cursed himself for his instant attraction to Dr. Solace. He’d had enough experience with blue-eyed boys.

“I’m fine,” Nico said, stubbornly.

“Ah, your friends did say you were a tough cookie to crack,” Will grinned, “Lucky for you, I love a challenge. By the way, you’ll be in here for observation for another two days.”

At that, Nico swore again, bending down to face his bucket.

Will was right. Nico was a tough cookie. He was stubborn, miserable and straight-up unpleasant. But Will preserved. He wasn’t going to let one sour patient ruin his favourite job.

“So tell me, Nico,” Will said, pulling sterlie gloves on his hands to remove Nico’s IV bag and needle, “Why are you on this cruise if you get seasick so easily?”

Nico winced at the sight of a needle protruding from his pale skin.

“I told those idiots that I get seasick easily. They insisted that I needed some air to get over my ex. He was a real douche,” Nico rolled his eyes.

“Ah, so this a rebound cruise?”

“No, I’m done with relationships for a while.”

“But you’ll never know where or when the right person will come along.”

“There’s no right person for me, Doctor Solace,” Nico said icily.

“Will would do,” Dr. Solace said, airily, “And if love was easy, don’t you think everyone would have it?”

Nico shut his mouth. What did a doctor know about love.

“Do we lock those fools in or not?” Jason asked Percy, “Two days and no progress. Nico only has one day left.”

Percy grinned and Jason could’ve kissed him for the look of pure mischief in his eyes.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, Jase.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Will smiled at Nico, “Sleep tight.”

Will exited the infirmary only to find that the door was locked.

Trying not to panic, Will tugged on the door. The knob wriggled loudly but nothing happened.

“Dr. Solace?” Nico called from the back, “Is everything alright?”

 "Y-yeah,“ Will replied, trying not to alarm Nico. 

But it was too late.

Nico had already rolled out of his cot and entered the reception area. His arms were crossed over his chest, a smug look on his face. Will had the urge to press his lips against his and wipe away all the smugness. 

“Problem, good doctor?” Nico asked, still grinning, “Can’t get the door?”

“We’re locked in,” Will said, “And why are you up? Go back and lie down!”

“Chill,” Nico rolled his eyes, playfully, “All you need is the right amount of muscle.”

Nico strolled over, pulling on the knob. Nothing. 

He furrowed his eyebrows, raising them so that they were hidden by his long, equally dark hair. 

“What?” Nico muttered, “What the actual hell?”

Will turned, and Nico saw the embarrassment in his eyes, “It would seem as though we’re locked in.”

Nico groaned.

Not only did he not have a boyfriend, but he was locked in the infirmary with the delectable (albeit annoying) doctor Solace.

[thedoomghoul]

Answer everything single one of them.

Well fuck you too (jk)

This is gonna be a long post!

1: How tall or short do you wish you were?

I wish I was at least 5′7 but sadly I am only 5′1 2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not)

I just really want more cats to be honest.3: Do you have a favorite clothing style?

Gothic mostly4: What was your favorite video game growing up?

Ledgend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, it is still one of my favourite games.5: What three things/people do you think of most each day:

My cat, other peoples cats and future cats6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say?

Bitter as fuck7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]?

Well since you didn’t ask something, I will make one. Thoughts on this series of Doctor Who? Bloody brilliant!8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic]

Melancholic9: Are you ticklish?

Rather10: Are you allergic to anything?

No I am totally allergy free! 11: What’s your sexuality?

Queer12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?

Coffee13: Are you a cat or dog person?

I love both14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson?

100% Vampire15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber?

Currently I don’t have one but if I had to pick then it would be anyone who makes Doctor Who Crack Vids16: How tall are you?

5′117: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?

Well I did change my name to the one I have now18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]

Ya know what fuck it I am 10stone 6 pounds, I know I am overweight but I am working towards becoming a healthy body type.19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?

I do believe in both.20: Do you like space or the ocean more?

Space is the Place21: Are you religious?

No but I am open to religion22: Pet peeves?

Oh Gosh there are many. Leaving food which can melt out, being mean to children, hating on someone because of their appearance etc.23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]?

I am already nocturnal  lol24: Favorite constellation?

Draco (totally not because Draco Malfoy is my bae)25: Favorite star?

Polaris  26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls?

I hate all dolls27: Any phobias or fears?

Where to we start…well my biggest fear is what comes after death. Also loneliness is horrible. 28: Do you think global warming is real?

Global Warming is real and is a massive problem.29: Do you believe in reincarnation?

No30: Favorite movie?

Edward Scissorhands 31: Do you get scared easily?

Depends on how I am feeling32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?

433: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.]

I don’t you but your blog is great friend.

34: What is a color that calms you?

A gentle pink

35: Where would you like to travel and/or live?

I have been very lucky to have been able to travel a lot in the last couple of years. I would really like to continue travelling around Asia as I have only been to Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia and Singapore so far.36: Where were you born?

A large town called Swindon37: What is your eye color?

GreenyBlue38: Introvert or extrovert?

Introverted 39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?

No I think they are just a bit of fun40: Hugs or kisses?

Why not both!41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?

My Bampa as he is really ill.42: Who is someone you love deeply?

My dad as he is the best43: Any piercings you want?

I am getting a nose piercing soon and hope to get a lip piercing and maybe an eyebrow one.44: Do you like tattoos and piercings?

Love em.45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so?

I have never smoked but I am not opposed to smoking weed.46: Talk about your crush, if you have one!

Who?47: What is a sound you really hate?

Fascism 48: A sound you really love?

Cat Purrs49: Can you do a backflip?

With my bad back? Honey I wish.50: Can you do the splits?

Surprisingly yes51: Favorite actor and/or actress?

I can name ones I like; Michelle Gomez, Gillian Anderson, Helena Bonham Carter, David Duchovny, Leonardo Dicaprio, Mark Hamill

53: How are you feeling right now?

Good actually.54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?

Purple55: When did you feel happiest?

When me and some friends watched a movie together through skype, I don’t know it just felt great.56: Something that calms you down?

My Cat57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]

I’m open about my illness’, I have depression and GAD58: What does your URL mean?

Arthur (me) and Ghost (because I’m dead)59: What three words describe you the most?

Small Gay Trash60: Do you believe in evolution?

Yes61: What makes you unfollow a blog?

If they are an asshole62: What makes you follow a blog?

If they post stuff I like or are a friend 63: Favorite kind of person:

Already answered 64: Favorite animal(s):

Bats and Cats65: Name three of your favorite blogs.

I have never spoken to these people but I think they have awesome blogs

Gwylock-one, LiamDryden and Mindfulwrath 

66: Favorite emoticon:

The okay emoji67: Favorite meme:

Skeleton war, shooting stars and anything with shrek68: What is your MBTI personality type?

INFP69: What is your star sign?

Libra70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog?

No but he barks on command71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?

Black jeans, doc martins, ouija board shirt, long hooded cardigan 72: Post a selfie or two?

73: Do you have platform shoes?

Of Course74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?

I’m actually good at portrait art.

75: Can you do a front flip?

No76: Do you like birds?

Yes77: Do you like to swim?

Fuck yes78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?

Swimming79: Something you wish didn’t exist:

Hatred80: Some thing you wish did exist:

My dignity 81: Piercings you have?

None82: Something you really enjoy doing:

Binge watching TV83: Favorite person to talk to:

My dad and my friend EJ84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?

Loved it85: How many followers do you have?

404, why are you all here?86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?

Ha ha no87: Do your socks always match?

I only wear black socks so yeah88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?

Yep yep89: What are your birthstones?

Diamond90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?

A cat91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?

Dahlia 92: A store you hate?

I don’t hate any shops really.93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?

I haven’t tested my limits yet94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?

Read minds95: Do you like to wear camo?

Gosh no96: Winter or summer?

Winter97: How long can you hold your breath for?

30 seconds98: Least favorite person?

My mother99: Someone you look up to:

Gerard Way100: A store you love?

Waterstones 101: Favorite type of shoes

Black platform chunky boots102: Where do you live?

South West England103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why?

Vegan because animals are friends and the way they are treated in the food industry is gross.104: What is your favorite mineral or gem?

Onyx 105: Do you drink milk?

I drink plant based milks.106: Do you like bugs?

Yes107: Do you like spiders?

Also yes108: Something you get paranoid about?

If everyone hates me109: Can you draw:

Also yes110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?

“How do you have sex?” (I’m trans)111: A question you hate being asked?

The question above.

112: Ever been bitten by a spider?

Yes113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?

100% yes114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?

Cloudy115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:

My friend Adam, I miss him.116: Favorite cloud type:

The fluffy ones117: What color do you wish the sky was?

I’m fine with it being blue118: Do you have freckles?

I have moles not freckles119: Favorite thing about a person:

No clue120: Fruits or vegetables?

Fruit121: Something you want to do right now:

Binge watch TV122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?

Ocean123: Sweet or sour foods?

I have a massive sweet tooth so the first one124: Bright or dim lights?

Dim the lights!125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?

Nope126: Something you hate about Tumblr:

The fucking assholes on this website 127: Something you love about Tumblr:

The people who post just really good stuff 128: What do you think about the least?

School tbh129: What would you want written on your tombstone?

“He died doing what he loved, Dying” 130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?

Oh boy yes hell yes131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?

My face.132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?

No I have braces 133: Computer or TV?

Computer 134: Do you like roller coasters?

HELL YEAH MATE135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?

Neither136: Are your ears lobed or attached?

Lobed137: Do you believe in karma?

Yep138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?

Maybe a 5??139: What nicknames do you have/have had?

Ari and Smol Bean  140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends?

No141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?

I went through therapy for about 2 years142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?

Bad as one my friends parents hates me143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?

Giving 144: What makes you angry

Ignorance, TERFS, People who say they are ‘your friends’145: How many languages do you speak fluently?

I can barely speak English146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?

All is good.147: Are you androgynous?

I have not clue148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:

My ass149: Favorite thing about your personality:

Being nice to 150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.

Gerard Way…thats it151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose?

The 90s152: Do you like BuzzFeed?

It’s alright153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.]

I am what the kids call…a sad lonely man154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons?

Oh hell yes155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?

Once again oh hell yes156: What embarrasses you?

Everything157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:

Everything158: Biggest lie you have ever told:

I have lied so goddam much that I can’t even remember 159: How many people are you following?

500160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?

Too fucking many 

161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)?

7162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?

To fucking many163: Last time you cried and why:

I cried yesterday because my Bampa is ill 164: Do you have long or short hair?

Short165: Longest your hair has ever been:

Down to my nipples166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon?

I mean I just think religion is hypocritical and I don’t honestly care about it 167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created?

Magic168: Do you like to wear makeup?

I do but I don’t wear it often169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds?

Sadly no170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?

100% yes