#IT WAS SO COLD TONIGHT

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

it was absolutely freezing tonight but the moon was lovely and full and bright so i got inspired.

occasionally, on nights where his Harbinger duties are tucked and locked away, you and Childe steal away for a few hours, just the two of you. the icy temperatures are his favorite- it reminds him of home- and he gets to see you all bundled up in an overcoat, or even his uniform cloak. one day, he swears he'll get you some thick, warm clothes from Snezhnaya, if anything just to see you melt and fall asleep in them in front of the fireplace. then, of course, to pull you against him and snuggle his face against your hair as he admires your drowsy expression.

Childe tugs your hand gently, almost twirling you around as you make your way down the winding stone path, breath puffing into small clouds of mist. your gloves are thin- too thin for the chill of tonight- but his fingers are warm and sturdy, marked by calluses and tiny scars as he laughs and pulls you along, giving you that trademark grin that shows all his teeth and every freckle. he urges you along, encouraging you towards the top of a craggy, distant peak where the moon shines bright above the clouds, mist dancing at your feet. and he hugs you there. tight, secure, his nose pressed against your neck and inhaling with a blissful sigh. Childe looks at you with such adoration, a gleam of deep contentment and love in his azure eyes.

they close after a moment in a soft smile, drops of water and violet lightning whirling and crackling for a split second before you're wrapped in armor and claws and a strong, rumbling purr. Legacy nuzzles against you, chasing away the icy cold with his embrace. the full moon reflects in his crystalline eye as he gently kneads against your shoulders, trying to help the rock-hard muscles that come from the daily toil of living and breathing. but he soon just gathers you close, rolling over in the grass so you're tucked against his side and staring up at the stars- then him. you watch him instead with a smile, tapping each little mark on his crimson mask with your fingertips and listening to him croon and trill in delight.

when he's here, you have no need for the moon's pale glow.

[puckinghischier]

miserable quinnifer!!!!

let him cook tonight!!!!

[septic-salad]

Spring of 74'

My favorite thing is dressing him up in little silly outfits

[realstrap]

11/26/2023

Quick food ask, my gf and I are not well with all the cold weather aggravating our disabilities and we don't have the energy to cook

Could we get some help getting dinner for tonight? $35 Anything helps thank you

CA: $lezsalt or $sleepyhen

Vm: wildwotko

Dm for p@y pal

[door]

this is how agatha sleeps when it’s very cold. she has a bed, 2 fleece blankets, 1 heavier woven blanket, and a low-powered pet heating pad. and her pjs, of course. i tuck her in like this so she has the option to bury her nose in the blue blanket if she wants, which tonight she decided to do. her jammies are very cute but she also just gets cold as hell lmao

update: partially emerged to sniff the cat and has stayed that way

[fishandshesmygills]

i fucking hate winter i want to [remembers threatening suicide just harms my loved ones] take down a deer with my bare hands and rip its throat out with my teeth

[warmblanketwhump]

I write so much cold whump that it’s hard to get creative, but I did brainstorm this idea:

in a fantasy whump world, the whumper puts A under an ice curse. it’s designed to drop A’s core body temperature lower and lower, but not so low it’ll kill them—just make them miserable and feel hypothermic constantly.

At first the effects are minimal—they spend a few extra minutes by the fire, they need an extra sweater at dinner, there are cups of tea grasped by cold fingers. but the symptoms worsen as the curse sinks in its claws in. the normally cheerful A becomes pale and shadow-eyed, mildly irritable as they sit shivering by the fire.

at first, their friends just think A’s sick and being dramatic about it, rolling their eyes as A walks into another team meeting swathed in a blanket.

none of them realize that A’s not sleeping, growing weaker and weaker as they sink into a hypothermia that can’t be touched. nothing external can warm them, no matter how hard they try. their body temperature lowers, and A is absolutely miserable, consumed only with thoughts of how cold they are. no one realizes the ice that’s spreading inside them and chilling them through.

At night they bury themselves under blankets, wracked with chills that won’t go away. during the day, their limbs are so stiff with cold they can hardly move. soon, they’re bedridden under six blankets near a stove, lips blue and dark circles under their eyes. physically, they’re not in danger. but mentally, the effects of being so cold are taking a toll, and A has to be monitored at all times to make sure they're not trying to hurl themselves into the fire. the cold has stolen all reason from them, and their days are spent crying out for a warmth that no one can provide.

A’s shivering away as the whole team tries to figure out what’s wrong and what happened—which is exactly when the villain/whumper shows up, explains the curse, and makes their demands known.

comply? A lives.

ignore them? well, they’ll just have to see how long poor A can last while practically mad with cold.

[ozunomi]

its been SO cold lately where i live, especially this week, getting ready for school is Hell

anyway collector all warm and comfy

[cake-chad]

Something something Gideon always inevitably wakes up with Kremy on or curled up next to him because being cold-blooded he seeks out the literal furnace sleeping next to him every night.

Frost is usually nearby too, but only if they're sleeping outside and not in beds, he's not cold-blooded but he is a cat, of course he likes to be near a heater too.

And now that I think about it, Torbek would be there too, having gone through what he has and severly underweight, his circulation is terrible and despite having his own layer of fur, he just can't stay warm on his own, so he sleeps sandwiched between Gideon and Hootsie

Just. A whole cuddle puddle of all of them, Gricko curls up next to Hootsie, Twig sleeps under Gideons arm, and when Pigtunias around she acts as a pillow for him

I love cuddle puddles and I love characters who naturally make everyone more comfortable to sleep around them 😭😭

[chiraltalkswrestlez]

I want orange to get the hangman page journey so bad rn because there's something immensely tragically beautiful about the funny chill guy getting everything ripped from him, barely processing one of his dearest friends betraying him and losing everything already, someone already in that bleak mindset being forced to stand up for the new friends he cares about, ending up in a leadership position he hates, and still after all that fucking. failing completely. and failing and losing to the point that evil wins. that evil takes even more that he cares about. he put everything up and he still loses everything.

give the guy that in canon could barely work up the effort for his first ppv match a journey where he's lost it all a hundred times over. tell him after the entire universe is like "fuck you stay down." give that guy a journey where he keeps getting up. he puts himself back together, he becomes a truer self, and after an arduous journey putting himself back together while every other hero tries and fails to conquer the dragon, let him have that one last shot and have him be the one to overcome everything, not just the unspeakable all reaching evil, not just the traumas, but everything about himself that held him back and let him be the one to save the day.

[pynkhues]

(x)

Oh my gosh, okay okay okay, anon, I've had a few wines after a friend popped by unexpectedly, sorry in advance, but she's gone now so hear me out, haha. I'm putting my crime scene investigations hat on and I can tell you after watching the scene *mumbles indecipherably* times, Lestat has at least two visible bites in the scene on his throat, not one. We all tend to look at the one on the left, but he actually has one lower on the right too.

I feel like I'm presenting evidence in a court of law right now, haha, but I've lightened the cap a bit, so hopefully you can see the one we're all normally talking about on the left here, but then, on the right, you get a hint of blood? (And you can actuall see it in that gifset too)

And when he tilts his head towards Claudia, oh! There it is! Second bite:

Which brings me back to the scene itself, and I hear you, I think maybe it was meant to be the upper left bite scarring there, BUT I'll also counter with the very fun (to me, haha) argument that the first bite we saw through the window was actually a different bite entirely given Louis seemed to go for the join of Lestat's neck and shoulder, which in the aftermath scene, would be covered by his shirt.

In other words, I think Louis bit him more than once, and I want to have been a fly on the wall in the make up team's meeting as they decided when and where to place the bites / bruises / wounding.

But anyway, YES, I love on soooo many levels that the show broadcasts that they have insane sex in Lestat's lover's house, probably break her bed, given the bruising, only for Louis to immediately take Lestat home and declare it's time, after five years, for a family meeting? Deranged behaviour! And he's there smelling at the very least like the Mississippi River and clearly glowed up from vampire / soulmate blood after years recovering on a strict animal diet, and Lestat's there looking well fucked and fed on, and their daughter is forced to just sit there and act like this is Completely Fine. A resentment probably aggravated by the fact that we know Louis threw Lestat's coffin out the window, so presumably they're sharing one tonight! She deserved to murder them both so many times over, but honestly never more so than this night!

[peaches2217]

The good news:

Snow!!! We never see snow here 🥹

The bad news: the electricity is out.

The good news: my camper runs on propane heat and the lights are hooked to a central battery, so as long as I use the smaller lights sparingly, we’ll have both heat and light until the issue gets resolved.

The bad news:

Binx will not stop screaming. He wants me to open his window. He does not understand why his cruel famther will not open his favorite window.

SON.

[thestarlightforge]

“COME WITH ME”

[pcktknife]

I had the worst sleep of my life last night I felt like I was being attacked by demons

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Been thinking a lot about characters who don't have tragic/complicated/lore-filled Backstories cause I just finished Neverwhere and Richard is just like some guy. Neil never explains why he's special and he can see door, he just does.

Tolkien never explains why Gandalf chose Bilbo. I don't even think we ever find out what career Bilbo had before going on his journey. He has no Backstory at all.

Rose Tyler was just a totally normal girl. So was Arthur Dent. So was... Another example, sorry I'm tired, I already gave you four.

Look, I'm not saying elaborate/tragic/mythic Backstories are bad, my WIPs are chock full of them, I just think writblr sometimes acts like they're mandatory and they don't have to be.

[akafred32092]