#Wild... wild my beloved... why are you like this

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 The Endless’ Adventure with Animal Control: Chapter Two

The Endless’ Adventure with Animal Control: You are being courted by Morpheus, one of the seven Endless. Then you get stood up on your date, and find out the shocking reason why.

Warnings: None.

To Note: Morpheus x Reader, Destiny = Russian Blue, Death = Sphinx, Dream = Mainecoon, Desire = Bombay, Despair = Exotic Shorthair, Delirium = Bengal.

Word Count: ~4.1k

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It's chaos. The moment you get home, you release the Endless into your house and instantly regret doing so. Instead of having a civilized conversation between one mortal human and six Endless, Desire picks a fight with Dream. As they start hissing and clawing at each other, you chase after them to break it up. In the mean time Delirium bounces off the walls and tears across the carpet, investigating every inch of your living room with exuberance. The only ones behaving are Destiny, Death, and Despair, who simply sulks where you had placed her.

“Would you two knock it off!” you shout at the two hissing cats, grabbing their scruffs and pulling them apart in a mess of claws and pulled cat hair. “You are Endless beings, act like it!”

Desire goes limp in your hold while Morpheus turns his eyes to you and gives you the most pitiful kitten gaze you have ever seen.

Beloved…

“Don’t you ‘beloved’ me, Morpheus,” you grouse at him. “I have six Endless in my home on top of a missed date!” At the mention of the missed date, Morpheus' ears droop and he too goes slack from where he half dangles, half sits on the floor, despair taking over his body as he remembers that he missed your date. You were left waiting for him, only to need to come and help him yet again!

Desire snickers and you shoot them a glare that quickly shuts them up and has their golden eyes looking away from your narrowed ones.

You drop both cats back to the floor and lean back on your shins, running your hand over your head. Desire begins to lick their ruffled fur like nothing happened while Morpheus sidles up to you to grovel for his folly. His large form brushes against your legs, his eyes wide and remorseful.

Forgive me, beloved, he says with every piteous look and excessive nuzzle. You sigh, reaching down to scratch between his ears and feel your frustration ebb away slightly. It’s not like he intentionally ditched you and turned into a cat.

“I know it’s not your fault, Morpheus,” you murmur, letting your fingers trail through his thick fur to smooth the places Desire bit at. “I just wasn’t expecting to play cat sitter for the entire Endless family today.” Then your eyes turn to look around the room.

Delirium has found a ball of yarn from the basket of abandoned crocheting projects and is batting it around with wild abandon, tangling herself up in the process. Despair lounges on the sofa, her expression one of mild disinterest. At least they haven't gotten into anything you’re aware of.

Destiny sits regally by the window, his tail twitching as he seems to gaze into the distance. How exactly? He’s an eyeless cat? Death, ever the calm presence, has settled herself in a sunny spot on the floor, watching the proceedings with a twitching nose.

"Matthew's going to have a field day with this," you mutter, imagining the raven's reaction when he finds out that you took all of them home. But what else were you going to do? It’s not like you were just going to leave the Endless cats at the rescue shelter. "Okay, let's try to make the best of this."

I will assist, Morpheus meows softly. He follows closely as you move to scoop up the now thoroughly tangled Delirium. The young Endless purrs loudly, oblivious to the mess she has made of the yarn.

“You’re a handful, you know that?” you say, gently untangling her. She gives you a look with those mismatched eyes and you can’t help but smile. “Okay, everyone, let’s try to settle down. It’s been a long day.”

You set Delirium down and turn your attention to the rest of the room. “Desire, please try not to antagonize your brother. And Morpheus, stop letting them get under your fur. Death, Destiny, thank you for behaving, you are exemplary guests and I am honored to have you in my home. Despair... just try to keep doing whatever it is you’re doing.”

Desire gives a lazy stretch and saunters over to the corner, looking bored but no longer in the mood for a fight. Morpheus stays by your side, his eyes still full of apologies and pitifulness. You move to the kitchen, Morpheus padding after you.

“Let’s get some food in all of you. Maybe that will help calm things down.” In your kitchen, you grab six bowls and line them up on your kitchen counter before grabbing your large mixing bowl and filling it with water. You have no idea if they’ll want or need to eat, let alone drink water, but having something to do makes you feel a little more in control of the situation.

So setting the water bowl down, you go to your fridge and open it up, slowly realizing that you don’t own a cat and therefore don’t have cat food. Would they even eat cat food? Probably not? Your eyes spot the Tupperware full of the shredded chicken you had pulled from the rotisserie chicken you had picked up from the market the prior day and you grab that. Chicken is better than nothing you suppose.

As you prepare a meal for your unexpected guests, you can’t help but marvel at the absurdity of it all. Here you are, a mortal human, trying to manage six of the most powerful beings in existence—currently in cat form. It’s almost laughable. Almost.

With chicken in each of the six bowls, you set them down on the floor as one by one, the cats approach. Delirium, of course, makes a game of it, batting her food out of the bowl before finally eating it. Desire and Despair eat with an air of disinterest and great reluctance (though the reluctance mostly comes from Desire), while Destiny and Death remain calm and composed. They simply sit and eat like normal cats.

 Morpheus stays close to you, eating quickly before returning to your side and once again, rubbing his cheeks against your shins. Clingy much?

“Did you even taste that chicken?” You ask your boyfriend as he weaves between your legs.

While I appreciate the sentiment you have to provide sustenance for us, we do not need to consume food, beloved. Morpheus responds, tilting his head up so you can see his starry gaze staring into your soul. Even as a cat you can’t help but be enamored by his eyes.

“This isn’t for you, it’s for me,” you say, shifting your weight. “Treating you as cats makes me feel less insane about this.”

Leaving the kitchen you head back to your living room and collapse onto the couch, feeling the full weight of the day finally come crashing down on your shoulders. While you try to clear your mind, Morpheus jumps up beside you and promptly makes himself home on your lap with a contented purr. You stroke his fur absently, your mind whirling with everything that happened.

Missed date. Six Endless Cats.

Your eyes flutter open to look at the cats filling your home. Delirium has finally exhausted herself and is now curled up in the ball of yarn, looking every bit the picture of innocence. Desire lounges in the corner, eyes half-closed, while Despair and Death share the fading sunny spot on the floor. Destiny has returned to the window, his unseeing gaze distant and contemplative.

"You know," you say softly while running your fingers along Morpheus’ spine, "when I imagined meeting your family, this isn't exactly how I pictured it."

Be at ease. Destiny speaks, turning his head to set his sightless, and eyeless, gaze on you.

"Easy for you to say," you mutter, though the corner of your mouth twitches into a reluctant smile.

We appreciate your hospitality, Death adds. She stretches out luxuriously in the minimal sunbeam, her eyes half-closed while she soaks in the dying sunlight.

Despair's eyes flick toward you briefly before she resumes her blank stare. It's not often we are all together like this, she says morosely. Her voice carries an undercurrent of sorrow that tugs at your heart. She is Despair, after all.

"Yeah, well, next time let's try for a less chaotic gathering," you reply, scratching behind Morpheus' ears. He leans into your touch, his purring growing louder. "Everyone is going to think I'm crazy and wonder why I don't have absorbent amounts of cat shit in my garbage. It would be chaos trying to explain that."

Delirium perks up at the mention of chaos, her eyes bright with mischief. But chaos is fun! she exclaims, batting at a stray piece of yarn. We should do this more often!

Desire rolls their eyes but says nothing, clearly uninterested in the conversation. Instead, they focus on grooming their sleek fur with meticulous arrogance.

"You all have such... unique personalities," you observe. "It’s fascinating… but also very exhausting."

Morpheus nuzzles your hand affectionately. They are my family, beloved.

"Yeah, I get that," you say softly. "And I’m starting to understand why you’ve been so secretive about them. It's a bit overwhelming, I wish we could have met under different circumstances.”

Destiny tilts his head, his expression inscrutable as his nose twitches. You handle this well for a mortal, he notes.

"Well, I've had some practice," you reply with a chuckle. "Morpheus isn’t exactly low-maintenance and one of my best friends is a talking bird."

I heard that. Morpheus’s tone is playful and you can’t help but giggle softly.

“You were meant to,” you respond, trailing your fingers between his ears. “Anyone up for a movie night? I need a distraction.”

Delirium's eyes light up with excitement. Ooh! I love movies! Can we watch something colorful and weird?

"Sure thing," you agree, reaching for the remote. "How about 'Alice in Wonderland'?"

As the credits of "Alice in Wonderland" roll, you stretch and stifle a yawn. The Endless cats are sprawled across various parts of the room. Delirium is still curled up in a ball of yarn, her eyes half-closed in contentment after chattering all through the movie in happiness. Death and Despair share a quiet corner, Desire once again grooms themself. Destiny has returned to the window perch, lost in thought.

You rise from the couch, feeling exertion tugging at your mind. "I need some alone time," you mutter, extracting a grumbling Morpheus from your lap and making your way to the bathroom. The prospect of a long, luxurious bubble bath sounds like heaven.

Morpheus follows you, once again refusing to depart from your side with Desire in your vicinity. Beloved, where are you going?

"I need a break," you reply, trying to keep your voice light. "Just some time to unwind."

But... His eyes are wide and imploring. Pleading.

"Not this time, Morpheus," you say firmly, closing the bathroom door behind you before he can blast you with the full power of his starry kitten eyes. You hear a soft thump as he settles outside, clearly displeased with being locked out. He scratches at the door halfheartedly but once again, you pretend not to hear him.

Ignoring his protests, you turn your attention to the bath. You run hot water, adding bubblebath until the air is thick with fragrant steam. The tub fills quickly and soon you have a steamy oasis of calm waiting for you.

Slipping into the warm water, you let out a sigh of relief. The tension in your muscles begins to melt away as the bubbles envelop you and pop against your flesh. You lean back and close your eyes, trying to take what solitude you’ll get in the next few days.

A soft rustling breaks through your reverie. You open your eyes just in time to see Morpheus' sleek form slipping through the slightly ajar door. How did he even open it? Then your eyebrow rises when he ensures to shut it behind him with his paws.

"Seriously?" you exclaim, sitting up slightly and feeling hot, bubbly water splash your body.

I dislike being separated from you, beloved. His tone is unapologetic as he pads over to the edge of the tub and sniffs the air.

You roll your eyes but can't help a small smile. "Fine, but you're staying on that side. I am not drying you if you get wet.”

So Morpheus sits dutifully by the tub's edge, his eyes never leaving yours. Or your beautiful body, he can take solace in his current situation that he at least get’s to spend intimate time with you now.

"You're impossible," you murmur, sinking back into the bubbles. But there's no real annoyance in your voice—just a resigned affection for this stubborn Endless cat who refuses to let you be alone for even a moment.

And as the warmth of the bath seeps into your skin and Morpheus’ steady gaze remains fixed on you, for once today everything feels... okay. For now. Damn it mind!

You soak in the tub until the water starts to cool, then decide it's time to get out. You stand and reach for a towel, wrapping it around yourself as you step onto the mat. Morpheus watches you with those unblinking eyes, still perched by the tub. You dry your hair as best as you can before moving to the sink counter where your sleep clothes wait.

“Morpheus, will the Dreaming be alright while you are gone?” You ask him while pulling your underwear on followed by your sleep shorts. Morpheus blinks at you before jumping down from the edge of the tub and brushing his cheek against your bare leg, his whiskers ticking your skin.

Matthew will have informed Lucienne of my current situation and that I am in your hands. Do not worry, beloved. As Morpheus finishes speaking, you pull on your sleep shirt and let out a sigh. That’s one worry taken care of.

“Okay, we’ll just make sure that everyone stays safe and is taken care of until you turn back into your usual forms.” You softly muse, rubbing your cheek. “I can do that, I can do that.”

Morpheus bunts his head against your arm with a purr and run your fingers over his silky head one last time before turning around and leaving the bathroom. Stepping into the hallway, you notice that the house is still quiet, the other Endless seemingly settled for the night. You head towards the living room where they are scattered about.

“Okay everyone,” you announce softly. “I’m going to bed. If you need anything, that’s where I’ll be.”

Death looks up from her spot on the floor and gives you a little chin lift with a twitch of her nose and twinkling eyes. Rest well.

Desire barely acknowledges you, too busy grooming their fur. Delirium is already fast asleep in her yarn cocoon. You’ll leave that mess of yarn until she is back to her normal form, she seems to like playing with it. Destiny offers a solemn nod from his place by the window and Despair merely blinks at you.

You turn to head to your bedroom with Morpheus on your heels. Thankfully, he doesn’t risk your wrath by weaving around your feet in reverence.

Pushing open your bedroom door you step inside, eyes zeroing on your bed. The bed looks inviting, like a treat after such an eventful day. You pull back the covers and let Morpheus jump up onto the bed before sliding in after him. You settle in, pulling the covers over your body and curl on your side as Morpheus turns in a circle by your chest before plopping down. His purring starts up almost immediately and the vibrations helps ease any remaining tension from your muscles.

“Goodnight, Morpheus,” you murmur, closing your eyes and stretching your arm around his large body to snuggle him against your body.

Goodnight, beloved his thoughts brush gently against yours as he nestles closer. The rhythmic sound of his purring lulls you into a peaceful state, and it takes mere seconds for you to slip into the dreaming.

You wake up to the sensation of being smothered by warmth and fur. As your eyes flutter open, you find yourself surrounded by a pile of feline bodies. But it's the low growl that catches your attention.

Turning your head, you see Morpheus baring his teeth at Desire, who has draped themselves lazily across your legs, their eyes half-closed in smugness. Desire’s fur brushes against your skin as they shift slightly, completely unbothered by Morpheus’s hostility.

“Morpheus, what's going on?” you whisper, trying not to disturb the delicate balance of cats sprawled around you. Destiny is loafing perfectly, ignoring the growls of Morpheus, Death is curled up in a ball surrounded by bunched blankets, even Despair is lounging without a care.

Desire oversteps, Morpheus growls through the bond you share. His hackles are raised

Desire looks up. Relax, brother. I'm just enjoying the warmth.

Morpheus' eyes narrow further, his growl deepening. “Hey, both of you,” you say softly but firmly. “Let’s keep it civil. No cat fights on my bed, my home is Switzerland, capisce?”

Desire purrs softly and stretches out further, making themselves even more comfortable. See? They don’t mind, they say with a smirk.

Morpheus' fur bristles slightly, muscles still taught, but he doesn’t move or growl any further. You reach out and gently scratch behind his ears, hoping to soothe him. He leans into your touch, but his gaze remains locked on Desire.

“Come on, Desire,” you sigh. “There’s enough room for everyone. Stop intentionally picking a sight, please.”

Desire yawns dramatically and finally shifts off your legs, moving to a different spot on the bed with exaggerated grace. Fine, they say with a hint of amusement in their voice. I’ll let Morpheus have his precious space with you.

You feel the tension in Morpheus ease as Desire settles elsewhere. You can't help but shake your head at the absurdity of it all—navigating sibling rivalry among the Endless in cat form is not something you ever expected to be doing. But who does?

With Desire now at a safe distance and Morpheus calming down beside you, you let out a relieved breath. You close your eyes again and slump back against your sheets. It is going to be a long day.

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You sit on the living room floor, gently working a brush through Morpheus' long, silky coat. He purrs softly, eyes half-closed in bliss from your attention and ministration. Beside you, Death lounges on the couch, her hairless sphinx form relaxed as she watches you work.

There's this little diner downtown, Death says, her voice thoughtful. They have the best pancakes I've ever had. The cook puts a hint of vanilla in the batter.

"Sounds delicious," you reply, carefully untangling a knot in Morpheus' fur. "I’ll have to check it out sometime."

Death smiles. You should. And there's a coffee shop nearby that makes amazing lattes. The barista is an artist with foam.

You laugh softly, shaking your head in amusement. "I'll add it to my list."

Morpheus shifts slightly under your touch, his purring growing louder as you continue to brush him. His fur is a never-ending cascade of midnight black, soft and luxurious under your fingers. He is just so damn pretty.

"Alright, I think we're done here," you say, setting the brush aside and giving Morpheus one last pat. He stretches out lazily before hopping off your lap and finding a sunny spot to sit in. You turn your attention to Death, who watches you with an amused glint in her eyes.

"Your turn," you say, rising to your feet and grabbing a towel from the nearby chair.

Death tilts her head slightly, a curious expression on her face. What do you mean?

"You need a bath," you explain gently. "Your skin needs some care too. Your breed needs a bath once a week because you don't have hair to keep your body oils from spreading everywhere and stinking. Or at least that is what I read. Worry not, I have bought you a shower cap."

You scoop Death into your arms, feeling her warm body relax against you. She doesn’t protest as you carry her to the bathroom, her eyes glinting with mild curiosity. The other cats watch with varying degrees of interest and amusement.

Setting her down on the bathroom counter, you turn on the faucet and let the water warm up. Death sits calmly, her eyes following your every move.

“Alright, let’s get you ready,” you say, reaching for the cat shower cap you bought just for her. It’s a soft lavender color with tiny flowers on it—adorable and practical. “It’s bad for cats to get water in their ears, this should prevent that.”

Death tilts her head slightly as you gently place the cap over her ears, securing it snugly around her head. Her whiskers twitch, but she remains still.

“There we go,” you tell her with a smile. “Ready for your bath?”

She blinks slowly in response and nods.

You carefully lift her and lower her into the sink, letting the warm water run over her skin. She purrs softly, clearly enjoying the sensation.

Oh this is quite nice. You chuckle softly as you pour water onto her back with a cup while rubbing her velvet skin. Once she is fully wet, you reach for the gentle cat shampoo and lather it into your hands before massaging it into her skin.

Death’s purring grows louder as you work, your fingers moving in slow, soothing circles. The scent of lavender fills the air, mixing with the steam from the warm water. You rinse off the shampoo, making sure every bit of suds is gone before turning off the faucet.

Grabbing a fluffy towel, you wrap Death up and lift her from the sink. She looks up at you with those wise eyes as you gently pat her dry. The shower cap stays in place, adding an endearing touch to her appearance.

“You did great,” you say softly, rubbing the towel along her back and sides. “All clean and fresh, and hopefully not demeaning for an Endless”

Death purrs contentedly as you finish drying her off. It is an honor to receive such care from a mortal, Y/N, thank you.

“You’re under my care while in cat form, no problem,” you tell her before reaching up and carefully removing the shower cap. She stretches luxuriously, her skin twitching as she moves.

You find yourself sitting on the living room floor, eyes locked onto Despair. Her gray, matted fur and somber eyes reflect her namesake, while Desire’s sleek, immaculate coat glimmers with an otherworldly sheen. You feel a twinge of tension from Morpheus as you extend a hand towards Despair.

“Hey there,” you say softly, scratching behind her ears. She leans into your touch, her purring low and almost mournful.

Desire watches with an amused expression, their eyes half-lidded. It’s rare to see someone willingly spend time with Despair, they muse, their voice smooth as silk.

“Everyone needs a little comfort,” you reply, glancing at Morpheus. He shifts slightly, his gaze narrowing. “And despair is a part of life. I wouldn’t be human without it.”

How noble, Desire purrs, stretching out lazily. Perhaps you’d like to spend some time with me next? I promise I’m much more entertaining.

You hesitate for a moment before nodding. “Sure, Desire.”

Despair’s eyes flicker with a hint of sadness as you move your attention to Desire. You reach out and run your fingers through their sleek fur, feeling the soft warmth beneath your touch. All that grooming does pay off it seems.

Morpheus’ agitation grows palpable through your bond. He stands up and starts pacing back and forth, his tail flicking in irritation. Flashes of blazing starry novas emerge in his gaze every so often.

“Relax,” you murmur to him, trying to soothe his unease.

Desire purrs louder under your touch, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction. See? Isn’t this much better?

“It’s different,” you admit, glancing at Morpheus again. His restlessness tugs at your heart. This has to be so hard for him.

Despair shifts slightly closer to you once more, silently wanting more attention and pets. You humor her. Morpheus finally stops pacing and sits down heavily beside you. His frustration is clear in the way he huffs softly but he doesn’t say anything.

Desire chuckles softly. Looks like someone’s feeling left out.

“Come here,” you say gently to Morpheus, patting the spot beside you.

He reluctantly moves closer until he’s nestled against your side. You can feel his tension slowly easing as he presses into you for reassurance.

Despair continues to lean into your touch on one side while Desire purrs contentedly on the other. Morpheus finally relaxes completely against you, his earlier agitation melting away as he finds comfort in your presence amidst his siblings.

Date Published: 11/20/24

Last Edit: 11/20/24

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[fridurwrites]

Ecto-Implosion 2024 Fic: Dying To Know You (Chapter 12: The Way Forward)

It’s no small miracle that Valerie and Danny actually get most of the day to clean themselves up and relax. Their only interruption is the Box Ghost (Val is unsurprised at this point to learn Danny actually calls it- him- Boxy), and they don’t even transform for that, much to the other ghost’s annoyance. The day is largely spent in the small movie theater tucked away inside the Manson residence, playing Mario Party and then Smash Brothers. Danny never brings up the way Valerie went berserk, and she never invites him to. She does fire a low-power ectoblast at his shoulder from a few seats down when he steals a star from her, though, mostly to stop his giggling. It’s nice. She can’t remember the last time she felt at ease like this, even with everything unknown and terrifying lurking in the shadows of her thoughts. Sam still glances at her sideways sometimes, and Jazz sneaks worried glances when she thinks Val isn’t looking, but her thoughts never feel as intense as they did when she was looking out for the Phantom in every dark corner.

And so we reach the end.

This was my first time writing in this fandom, and my first creative event in general. I had an absolute blast. I owe no small amount of that to my partner, who remains the incredible Fae. Without her art and ideas and support for my own ideas, I would've never gotten so much writing done for this story.

Considering what I originally had to work off of was their comic, which wound up in Chapter 6, they enabled me to really go nuts figuring out how things got to that point, what happened to Valerie, why Danny was nearby to swoop in and catch her, all of it. What wound up coming out of our wild brainstorming is nearly 40,000 words and an AU that I'm hardly feeling done with. Even just letting her in on who Phantom is changes Valerie's trajectory wildly, and putting her through the wringer like this even before Danielle exists means that a lot of things are dramatically changed. I wouldn't be satisfied without exploring some of that, and I can blame the inspiration on Fae and the event organizers and the momentum on the incredibly lovely and fun comments you guys have been leaving.

Seriously, thank you so much for your encouragement and appreciation throughout posting Dying To Know You! Go check out Fae's other works (and mine if you like Outer Wilds, I guess?), and keep an eye out for the continued adventures of our two beloved half-ghosts sometime soon! Stay hydrated, take your meds, eat something, you know the drill!

Until next time, take care of yourselves!

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Some LU incorrect quotes for you:

Time: I have two moods

Time: Disappointment and Disappointed

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Warrior: WHO STOLE MY MONEY

Wind: see for both of our sakes, I legally can not disclose that information.

Warrior: *pulls out a can of Grandma’s Soup* I guess I’ll have this all to myself then…

Wind: The counsel has spoken, I can disclose the confidential information that the money may have accidentally slipped into my hands.

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Wild, concussed: So you see… Some may call it a mistake…

Wild, still concussed: I call it a happy accident

Hyrule, attempting to fix the head wound: I can tell you right now that this isn’t happy for neither of us.

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Younger Twilight, playing hide and seek: Where should I hide… *spots a well*

Twilight: *jumps in well*

—one hour later—

Uli, getting water from the well: Why is this so heavy?

A soaked Twilight, in the bucket: ‘ITS ’BOUT TIME YA FOUND ME

I have no notes. These are all hilarious. Thank you for sharing.

[ashleyeveerson]

Haven't been able to think about anything other than the victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink and his 80's punk almost-boyfriend for a week, send help

[deoidesign]

I was gonna do a pinup but he kept posing cute idk what happened

[add1ctedt0you]

Me, with the unpopular opinion that, in a wq lives au, where wq marries jc, novel canon wwx is not taking well the news about chengqing marriage

[aroacettorney]

do not let caseys sunshiness distract you from the fact that she is just as much emotionally constipated as ludger.

[billy-royalton]

someone force me to try writing a dm fic again this is prime "sit on my patio and chain smoke and write fic" weather (it's 78 degrees!!) and i'm wasiting it by sitting on my patio and chain smoking and scrolling tumblr instead

[seventh-district]

i’ve just finished season one of TMA, and being someone who’s okay with spoilers is fun because it means i can peruse the wiki and scroll through the tag and i get to become privy to all sorts of weird, wonderful, halfway-out-of-context information that i get to look forward to understanding in the future

like. what do you mean Leitner’s in the tunnels?

what do you mean Jon eats the extinguished sun??

what do you mean it’s spelled Gerard Keay???

[lunarharp]

wip thing...

of my bg3 avatar hellebore. i also did some casual nude studies of my 3 characters which i'll put under a cut... rather unlike me after all. (so WARNING for abrupt non-sexual full Artistic nudity lol...,,,,) (< won't be making a habit of this)

they mean the world to me

[death-dott]

Tbh I keep forgerring that tumblr is a thing that I have an account on. I've been here so long but it's only like... Lurking. Like the slυt I am.

Anyway here's drawings from last month.

And as a treat for myself, transfem Yone with trans girl Kayn :3c

[desertsportshipping]

Leon didn't used to cook. He was a chronic workaholic relying on take out and leftovers of take out.

Wes didn't used to cook either, relying on rations and questionably made pub food. Until he started literally living in the Wild Area, when he learned from the wild Pokemon the best places to forage food from. Now that he had a lot more free time on his hands, he decided that he might as well experiment with cooking.

One thing Leon learned the hard way: Wes has no taste buds. At all. Wes once started eating an onion like an apple. His favorite type of berry was Pinap because "it was spicy" (he was allergic), and there were multiple times where Wes has eaten mold and tree bark on accident.

Clearly, this cannot continue. Now Leon has more free time on his hand (due to his boyfriend telling Rose to fuck off) and has decided to put that time into learning to cook delicious food. His friends are at least glad that he has found a hobby, even if it was connected to his relationship. Sonia was his usual taste tester, sometimes with Hop and Gloria helping, and it took several months for Leon to get a handful of recipes he thinks Wes will like.

It's all worth it when he gets to see Wes's smile.

[olive-riggzey]

I'm just going to start making posts about classic literature the way modern fandoms do with characters because I need an outlet and none of my friends willingly read these books

[nexus-nebulae]

holy shit i think this past saturday was the first time in TEN ENTIRE MONTHS that i forgot to take my pills for a day

[seilon]

pro: ran into a coworker at a bar last night who I don’t really talk to usually (he works upstairs, I work downstairs) and we talked and im pretty sure we were highkey flirting and he bought me a drink and the bar merch shirt i was interested in and thanks to the power of alcohol i guess i asked for his number and he gladly gave it to me and. yeah

con: i have the second worst hangover i have ever had and have been fighting for my fucking life just to eat saltines

[blujayonthewing]

it's wild that chemistry between people is a thing. what is going on there