#I'm on a roll this week

[writing-whump]

War not won

Julian trying to hide being sick. Ryan provokes him to make him admit it. Cue comfort at the end.

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Julian hated being sick. It just didn't feel right anymore. Before, he wouldn't worry about it. Simply accept your fate, make precautions, inform people and get better as soon as possible.

He was always reasonable like that.

That was before and a lots of things were different, but this was the worst one. Cause he felt like a total burden for feeling off, for not bringing his A game and he felt terrible for a day he couldn't keep up with Ryan or follow him around.

He felt like he owned him so much. Fun, friendship, company, motivation, anything. Being sick was an excuse he ceased to have a right at.

So if Julian was sick, there was no way he was telling Ryan. He excused himself from classes right from morning, skipped practice at the gym and relied on Ryan having long day till evening and not catching on. He would surely get better until then.

It was difficult to keep the positive attitude when his stomach was cramping so hard. All he managed was to get a plastic bag to his bed and curl up on it under the blankets. He was shivering although the room felt stuffy and hot. Clothes were soaked in a minute and he felt like he couldn't breathe, or sleep because of the annoying sun knifing at him from the window. But standing up and pulling the curtain was too much effort, so he stayed put, hoping to sweat this out.

Julian finally managed to fall asleep around noon, when Ryan burst into the room.

"Whatcha doing, lazy ass? Didn't see you at lunch."

Julian blinked, eyes feeling heavy, and suppressed the urge to groan. Just when the sweet ignorance of sleep was falling on him!

"Was too hot. Wanted to take a break today." He always tried to normalise breaks these days, so Ryan wouldn't feel bad for needing some. Not that Ryan ever did take a break. Recovering from a wound was fine, but he wasn't willing to take things slowly after finally getting a yes from his doctor about resuming training.

"Yeah?" Ryan eyed him critically. "Cause you look weird. Sure you are alright?"

"I'm sure." Julian said, directing all his remaining strength into a calm stare. Ryan watched him for a few tense seconds, then shrugged.

"Fine then. Let's take a break. What about some music?"

Ryan flopped himself over to the small armchair they managed to squeeze between tables and the bed and dripped on TV.

Julian clenched his teeth. His head was pounding in the rhythm of his heart and his stomach felt tight and angry, churning loudly. Music would hide the noise, but he really really just wanted to suffer in peace.

Ryan put on his YouTube playlist on the TV and even put the volume up, whistling with the melody.

Julian turned his head to the wall angrily. The music was too loud, shaking him. As if the instruments played just to rile every molecule of his body. He was also getting nauseous from the heat again.

Curse Ryan and his stupid music and his stupid timing...was he doing it on purpose?

"You want a song of your own? Huh, Julian?"

Oh this was bad. He was calling him by his whole name.

Julian actually did throw the pillow over his head then. His mouth was pooling with saliva and something was climbing up his throat. He slowed it down quickly, but the nausea was like a blanket now, crawling up his arms, his neck, his ears.

The drums and the guitar joined the chorus of voices and Julian wanted to vomit then and there.

The horrible realisation made him shoot up into a sitting position, only to sway dizzily as he tried to stand up. Blood rushed into his head and his vision blacked out for a minute as he tried to catch his balance.

"Julian?" Ryan's voice was innocent, but he was watching him intensely.

Don't be sick, don't be sick, don't be sick. He chanted in his head. The water he drank in the morning was climbing up, with a terrible mushy aftertaste...

He stumbled to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. The white tiles were all turning and moving around and the yellow light cut into his eyes. He braced himself on the sink, trying to breathe through the nausea, but it wasn't helping at all.

Julian squeezed his eyes shut, trying to swallow it down, to hold it, but the vomit rushed out of his mouth with a cramp. All he could do was lean forward and let it happen, as warm water spilled out.

The cramps were terrible. Why was it hurting so much, when he was already vomiting? He burped and another wave of sick rushed past his mouth and into the sink.

He remembered himself then and got the water running to muffle the noises. He wasn't a particularly loud puker, so maybe this could slide...

Worse thing was the dizziness. He couldn't tell which way was down anymore. Stars danced behind his eyes and the sink was slipping from his fingers.

"Juls." Ryan's steady voice was like an anchor in the storm. Julian blinked, tried to focus his eyes, but his vision was still sparkling black and another hot wave of water blew out of his lips. His legs gave out.

"Whoa. I got you, man. Sit down, sit down." Strong hands gripped his shoulders as he sank to the tiled floor. Ryan was steading him, slowing his fall.

Julian was blinking rapidly until his vision cleared slowly. The world was still spinning, but at least he could recognise the bathroom ceiling again.

He was crouched on the floor, back leaning against Ryan's chest. Ryan held his upper body, hands on his upper arms from behind. "You here with me?"

That's when he felt coldness on his shirt. He puked right all over himself as he lost his balance.

Mortification tightened his throat, but he was still too confused and scared. Heat settled on his face and he felt the prickle of tears.

"Ryan, I-" he burped loudly and groaned as his stomach spasmed again. "I-I d-don't feel good."

"I knew you were sick. Why can't you admit it right away? Seriously. You are supposed to be the reasonable one." Ryan squeezed his shoulders where he held them.

"It's all on my shirt..." He hated how whiny his voice got.

"Shhh. I know." Ryan helped him sit up and them positioned him to lean against the shower bath. Then he took the rims of his shirt. "Arms up."

Julian was left shiver without his shirt, feeling pukey and gross and the worst burden in the world.

Ryan held up a wet towel to his face and dabbed at his cheek and chin. "There you go. All better."

Julian bit his lip hard, feeling the dizziness subside but the nausea rose up again. Rocked him like a boat. He burped and then gagged all over.

Ryan held the towel under his chin as bile and water caught on to it. The blond wasn't fazed at all, even swiping the bile from his lip with the clean end of the towel again.

"Aww man. You are really sick, huh?"

Tears spilled down his eyes then. He was just a filthy producer of bodily fluids today. His nose clogged up from the strain.

Ryan discarded the towel and sat down beside him, arm going around Julian, pulling him close. Julian's head ended up on his shoulder. "It's okay, man. You are okay. Don't cry," Ryan said.

Julian gave up. He tried to spare Ryan this, tried to be helpful, but he always ended up being helped instead. It wasn't fair.

So he cried into Ryan's chest, hating how much the touch and closeness loosened the tightness in his stomach. It was the first time he could breathe all day.

"There you go. Deep breaths."

Julian sniffled, and Ryan got him toilet paper to blow his nose into. Ryan's hand was running up and down his upper arm.

He felt better, not being alone in this.

Like the war wasn't won, but couldn't be lost anymore.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

...Turns out gay sex actually was the solution.

(This is basically a redraw, come read the real deal over at Tiger Tiger)

[shaniacsboogara]

liking dnd is so funny because yeah you play the actual game sometimes but mostly you just think about the game and watch other people play the game and slowly go insane thinking about how much you wish you could play the game and hoping that buying more shiny rocks will fix everything

[infernoflorys]

riptide 53 monologue: jolly edition

[lazylittledragon]

i think i got blessed by the cosplay gods again because i was looking for fake leather for some armour and i managed to find 2 identical xl leather jackets AND a tablecloth in the exact right colour

[cultivating-wildflowers]

ladies, I need to wander despondently across a foggy moor asap

[scream-at-a-whisper]

[caguaydreams]

they're all in the spectrum, your honor

[cerulean-fantasy]

Stained with red 🩸

[hailsatanacab]

Happy Ghouls and Gangs DPxDC Bang event posting week!! Here's what I've been working on for the @dpxdcbigbang 🥰

Summary:

It’s a normal day for Alfred Pennyworth. He spends it taking care of the manor and watching over its inhabitants, just as he does every other day. It’s an exhausting, never-ending task, that he wouldn’t change for the world. But that night, he is confronted by a stranger in his rooms with a copy of every single soul-binding contract he’s signed for the protection of his family. The new Ghost King wants to update his terms and conditions.

Alfred POV, Ghost King Danny, with some Post-Vivisection goodness and only a little (a lot) of blood and gore and medical fun, but that's for later. Not for the squeamish, please check the tags!!

Snippet under the cut!

It’s a normal day for Alfred Pennyworth.

He wakes up early enough to be ready to greet Master Duke with breakfast when he shambles into the kitchen, he cleans, he greets the rest of the manor’s residents when they finally make it downstairs, he cleans, he goes down to the cave to rouse Master Tim from another sleepless night, he cleans.

It’s a quiet day, or as much as one can be when the place he calls home is filled with vigilantes.

He drops off Masters Damian, Tim, and Duke at school and uses the rest of the trip to pick up some groceries for dinner. Coq au vin tonight, he thinks, it’ll be perfect for the changing of the seasons. A mushroom and lentil substitute for Master Damian will do lovely.

The rest of the day is spent preparing the meal and doing a spot of gardening before it’s time for the school run again. He can’t help but smile fondly as he listens to them needle and tease each other, only stepping in when it starts to become too pointed.

Yes, it’s a normal day for Alfred Pennyworth. It’s at night when it all changes.

There’s a ghost waiting for him in his room. 

A soft glow emanates from the creature’s vaguely transparent body and a crisp frost creeps slowly across the floor, sparkling in the darkness like diamonds.

“Mr. Pennyworth?” it says, the voice bouncing off the walls so that it sounds like hundreds of beings instead of one.

Fear squeezes at his heart and the air in the room turns dark and heavy, so that Alfred struggles to breathe. His mouth is dry, his head is swimming, and he’s not entirely sure if he’s going to survive the night.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

First Date: Chaggie

Chaggie Week of Firsts - Day 2

-On the hotel back patio-

Razzle: (dressed in an extra spiffy sequined suit with a little top hat and holding a sign saying "I just met you, and this is crazy. But I really like you, so date maybe?") Baaaap!

Dazzle: (also dressed to the nines in sequins with a flower wreath snapped around his neck and a silver platter of chocolates balancing on his head, his super long tongue trying to sneak up and steal a chocolate) Baaaaap!

Charlie: Okay, she'll be here any second now. I'm just going to ask Vaggie out on a date. Nothing too serious. Just... if she says no, then I've basically outed myself and told her I like her. Like like-like her. Then I have to deal with her possibly wanting to leave because she doesn't like girls and is uncomfortable to even be around me!

Razzle: (looking sad) Baaap?

Dazzle: (eyes catch something in the yard, and he excitedly elbows Razzle) Baap! Baap!

Razzle: Baap? (Sees where Dazzle is pointing and grins) Baap!!!

Charlie: (taking a deep breath and not noticing Razzla and Dazzle tiptoe away) Okay, okay, okay, holy shit... I can do this. I'm the Princess of Hell! I can do whatever I want! (Deflates a little) OooOooOOoh!!! Who am I kidding? I'm a wreck! (Sighs) At least I have you guys with me.

-Silence-

Charlie: (face falls) Razzle? Dazzle?

SPLISH!!! SPLASH!!! SQUISH!!!

Charlie: (turns around in horror as she sees the sign, flowers, and chocolate platter scattered across the patio) BOYS!!!!

Razzle & Dazzle: (splashing and rolling around in a mud puddle) Baaap! BaaAAaap!!!

Vaggie: (slightly nervous as she steps onto the patio) Hey, Charlie. You wanted to talk to me?

Charlie: Vaggie?! H-Hi!!! Uh, just a sec! (Turns to the demon goats as her horns grow) Razzle! Dazzle! Get out of the mud right now!!! I swear to my dad, that had better just be mud!!!!

Vaggie: Pfft! (Tries to hide her laugh as she looks at the mess on the patio. Her eye catches the sign and she blushes) Uh, Charlie?

Charlie: (horns disappear as she turns back sheepishly) Yes, Vaggie?!

Vaggie: (smiles warmly) Do you need help reining the boys in? Maybe some assistance getting them a bath?

Charlie: (glances out of the corner of her eye)

Razzle: (blows bubbles in the mud pit through his nose)

Dazzle: (rolling somersaults with bleats of joy)

Charlie: (defeated) Yes, please....

Vaggie: (gives Charlie a quick peck on the cheek) It's a date. (Turns to Razzle and Dazzle and squares her shoulders) Alright, you two tin can connisours! Get out of the mud before I have to dive in after ya! Don't think I won't!

Razzle & Dazzle: (stop what they're doing briefly, exchange glances, and blow raspberries)

Vaggie: Oh! That is it! (Launches herself off the patio)

Charlie: (hearts in her eyes as she touches the spot on her cheek that Vaggie kissed)

[captainhysunstuff]

15 more images below the cut (WARNING: VERY SUGGESTIVE SAUCY SHENANIGANS. Censored a bit. Long story short: They're about to screw, but they run into a couple snags due to inexperience):

Kira and L try to consummate their new partnership... but they're kind of new at this. After doing the approved research, they figure it out much to the chagrin to the hotel workers.

This is the "Safe for Tumblr" cut~.

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[setaflow]

I am having specific, if not slightly feral thoughts

[mephistopheleswasrobbed]

It's the penultimate episode, I've got some words for P'Dome that he'll never get to hear but most importantly I'm here to congratulate Peach and Home on not breaking up this episode. So let's get to it!

1

We begin with Home being sad looking at their ad while thinking about his gramps trying to teach him the meaning of "home"

But while Pangpang puts it plainly into words

Home is apparently so dense that he still hasn't figured it out

We've been seeing quite clearly, and Home seems to be aware on a subconcious level at least, that Peach and the rest of the squad have become his home. But well, Home the man, clearly put all his character points into cuteness leaving none for intelligence so I guess we'll have to wait for the last (TT) episode for him to finally get it.

2

Peach has gotten to know Home very well. So of course he can tell that there's something up with his platonic? boyfriend. (on the first watch i thought this was him fishing for "Home is so sad that you're leaving"-validation)

He's also totally definitely not at all worried about Home. I'd say acting isn't Peach's strong suit but he did quite well with the fuckery they put on so I guess it's a case of the old can't-lie-when-it-comes-to-love.

Despite his utter non-worry he still delegates Home-care to Kan which kind of implies that he sees it as his job to take care of him. (and shows how much he is worried and cares about Home but that's not really news at this point)

3

Even Kan is teasing them about their relationship now.

4

Sure, their fight turned out to be somewhat staged to distract evil lawyer but the sentiments are nontheless quite real. The familiar territory of fighting allows them to finally speak out their feelings about what happened at the end of last episode. And, surprise, surprise, both are hurt by the idea of being left by the other, of ultimately not meaning that much to each other. (as I said, abandonment trauma rearing its ugly head) At this point, regardless of their relationship status maybe they should just get married so they'll finally feel some security in their importance to each other. (this is almost definitely not a good solution to this sort of problem irl, of course)

5

It's a good thing they've been perfecting their nonverbal communication over the course of the show. It comes in quite handy in situations like this.

6

Surrounded by the betrayal from his blood family, Home knows there's someone he can always trust.

Peach. And the rest of the gang. His real family. (+ the friends they made along the way)

7

This scene was honestly the cutest shit. The way he goes from his legs raised in happiness, to lowerd in disappointment, to swinging with giddieness. The way he's hiding under his duvet to secretly talk to his boyfriend on the phone. Ridiculously cute. This man is so in love. And he shows it like a stereotypical 12 y/o girl.

And Peach isn't any better with his arms on display and that fondness in his face.

8

Peach really doesn't want Home to go back to America.

But while he's not getting that reassurance for now (I can't bring myself to believe he'll actually leave. Not after everything, not when the reason for his exile has been resolved, not when he's finally found the meaning of "home" so his grandpa would have allowed him to come back, anyway. And how ironic btw, that he had to come home first and face the consequences of his actions, in order to find his meaning of "home"), at least he gets some surprisingly clear real-talk on Home's feelings.

9

Peach is smelling the bs on uncle and he's not looking to become a widower. He already watched Home die once, he's really not inclined to repeat that experience.

Unfortunately he let's Home convince him it'll be fine (and unfortunately Home has retained a lot of that naivete that he displayed when he first met Kan) so he's left behind to worry about Home's safety.

10

This plan from the uncle is absolutely evil. To not only kill his nephew but make people, possibly even Home himself, believe that Peach is the one who killed him? To destroy his nephew's most important person in the process, not only worldly by framing him for murder, but also spiritually by having someone (Home!) die from his cooking? I'm sure to Kid this was mostly a matter of hitting two flies with one stone but whether intentional or not this plan is clearly designed for maximum cruelty. And it's made even more cruel by the love and trust Home and Peach clearly have for each other, plain for everyone, even the evil uncle, to see. But he doesn't even grant Home the knowledge of being loved at the point of his death.

Stop trying to bury our gays you pos uncle!

11

As a palate cleanser, please enjoy this image of the whole happy family. Including the dads, their daughter + her wife, and ... Suradech!

Lesbian Corner

Kan has been spending so much time with Pangpang that she's internalising her speech patterns.

And THIS is her reaction when Peach calls her out on it. Someone's in luuurve!

[dwellsinthebog]

I'm a whole week late, but happy birthday to my comfort character, Kyojuro! In the spirit of mermay, I've drawn him as a merman :D

crop under the cut:

[royalarchivist]

Maxo: I haven't received an answer. Is there no one else on the island? Is it only us and The Federation?

How are we going to find answers about this mysterious island? This island, with a challenging but beautiful landscape, has pushed us to find out what hides in its depths.

With each sunrise our hopes to find life signs beyond our little community vanish... leaving a void in our souls. This is the story of people obligated to stay on an island looking for answers and a path or the truth... in the midst of an enigma that seems endless.

As days pass by, our courage and determination are being tested by the challenges of the island revealing secrets that threaten our view of reality.

The members of the Federation, an enigmatic and almighty organization, seem to be the only ones who possess any information about this place.

But their intentions and loyalty-

[Subscriber TTS plays]

Silence!

But their intentions and loyalty are questionable. Will they guide us to the truth? Or will they guide us further into the abyss of the unknown?