#and drink lots of water too

[sc-intothedarknightofthesoul]

Note to self when writing:

If I'm stuck on a part, it's either; A. Time to rewrite that entire sentence and save it for another time, or B. It's time to take a break or it's time for bed.

[synonymroll648]

headcanon that the reason sophie still has eyelashes to pull on the regular is that grady and edaline worked something out with the dizznees to get a tasteless formula to help eyelash growth specifically to put drops of in her bottles of youth. because there’s no way her ptsd-induced trichotillomania (oversimplified definition for those who aren’t familiar: hair pulling disorder) is gonna die down during the war, so they’re trying to make sure she doesn’t move from eyelashes to eyebrows or her Hair hair by giving her More Eyelashes

[satans-knitwear]

I put the fan on for her and she is absoloutly thrilled and obsessed. Can cuddle without overheating now! A win for puppies everywhere.

[slavhew]

i like ms paint but i like mspaint-esque pressureless brushes more.

exclusive never before seen art process snapshot under cut.

this is what it actually looks like in the canvas. it was a warmup for a larger thing and took way too long so my frustration is justified i think

[comfortless]

If it's not too much trouble or boring to write, may I ask for more König taking care of sick reader? Thanks :)

(The anon that asked for the other sickfic and that is sick again 🥲)

König brings you breakfast. Tries, at least. There was an attempt made to ensure that the plate of hastily thrown together food and the big mug of lemon tea look nice together. Warm bread and your favorite jam, butchered on the plate with the butter running off to the other side of it entirely. He’s not a chef, and breakfast isn’t quite his forte; König much prefers you cooking in the mornings and the lazy way he can drape himself over you as you do so.

But… you’re ill and look so somber and adorable tucked into bed, wearing one of his shirts and hardly able to keep your eyes open when you’re presented with food. To think this poor little angel would have to suffer so… He momentarily sets everything aside, tells you in a quiet tone of voice that everything around the house has already been handled, so all you need to do is focus on taking care of yourself. No. Actually, he can help you with that too.

Despite any protests, you find yourself seated in his lap, one large hand gently caressing your cheek as a digit prods at your lips. There’s an expectation of compliance. He knows what’s best, or, has himself convinced that he does.

“You have to eat,” he chides, bringing the bread right up to your mouth. Apple butter for the first bite, some other sticky confection on the next. And as frustrating as it might be when all you would like to do is curl back into bed and nurse your aching head with the comfort of a cool pillow, König does not let up until every crumb on the plate has been cleared.

There’s a dollop of jam smattered across your bottom lip from being hand-fed like a disobedient pet. Then, a warm tongue grazing over it and a mouth leaving a trail of kisses up to the peak of your warm cheek. “Messy little thing,” he huffs against your temple. “And your tea..?”

Thankfully, he doesn’t try to scald your mouth feeding you that, too. His hands find your hair instead, then massage at the nape of your neck as you sip away at the bitter drink. There’s a rumble in his chest as he tries to soothe you, humming a song his Oma used to sing to him as a boy until your eyes shut and you relax against his chest in sleep.

If or… when you do try to leave the bedroom, you’re met with a horribly doting brute. He isn’t entirely sure what else he can do to console you. He isn’t one to sit about on his phone for hours on end, but his search history is assuredly a mess by now. You’re not given the chance to walk even a foot past the threshold of your shared room before you’re picked up and toted about like a bride on her wedding day with no warning.

Medicine is pressed into your mouth by his hand while you’re sat on the countertop, trying to assure your weary, giant nurse that you’re fine. He could stand to relax a bit. König is nothing short of a tense, anxious nightmare when he’s worried about something, especially something as important as you. It’s no surprise when you find yourself lying back on the couch with his face buried into your chest as you stroke at the top of his head, the overgrown buzzcut prickling the tips of your fingers. He smiles in his sleep, babbles something like a wish as his hands twitch to squeeze at your sides.

“Just… stay right here.”

[cinnamonsikwate]

"why couldn't shuro have just been honest about what he felt with laios and falin it's not that hard" are you. are you White

[baby-tini]

Okay so this isn’t a request but more me being absolutely blasted while reading your content but…

I’m giggling imaging all the Mikey’s and their respective y/n’s meeting each other. Racer Mikey and his y/n are the only relatively healthy couple, so they’re both just staring in absolute horror (more so Mikey because he can’t possibly fathom ever hurting y/n) as the two of them watch other “hims” beat the shit out of (cough Kantou) their y/n, or be over all toxic and horrible lovers. Racer is just like “unhand your (my..) wife???? Let her go??? You fucking freak???” And

Dude I can’t stop gigglign over this plz

Nooo stop, I love this so much, I've thought about things similar to this, way too many times if i'm honest. This would, I don't think the right word is cute, given how the other timeline versions of Mikey interact with their respective partner. But I do really love this idea.

I can just imagine Kanto!Mikeys y/n walking up to Street Racer!Mikeys y/n and she's wearing something slightly revealing and Kantos y/n is just like "he let you walk out the house like that???" and Street Racers y/n is just like "what's he gonna do? Tell me no? In what universe?" and Kantos y/n just looks at Kanto!Mikey with a sigh as she responds with, "not yours apparently."

But your little scenario is so funny to me, cause you're so right. If Street Racer Mikey even hears another version of himself talking down to a version of you, he's gonna be pissed, you might even have a multi Mikey brawl, that shit would be scary, I mean, one Mikeys scary enough.. BUT 5?!?! There's definitely gonna be some fights. Some pretty.. bloody ones at that.

I'm also gonna add a new tag called, Multiple!Mikeys, so, all the timeline mikey stuff will be under that

[timblrdrake]

What do you do when your sleep schedule doesn’t

-A totally sane Gothamite, 2:03 am

i wouldn’t know, i don’t have that problem.

-Tim Drake, 2.5 hours of sleep

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

Alright who needs a home cooked meal?

[awakenthebeing]

Do Piepoe and Peppino get along at all??

Their relationship is definitely still a work in progress...!! But I'd say it's a lot more open for friendship status now! (Thanks to Noisette!)

[marsalta]

Take the happy Alastor

[faaun]

procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally

[gardensnakie]

Doodle /practice of serpant sif

@stardusts-supervoid hi :> for siffrin's hair, should I keep it all white? And should we make a list of traits together?

[autogeneity]

the irritable stomach and nausea are surprisingly making it much harder to stay hydrated than fed

[ying-doodles]

I don't get sick often but when I do, it's bad-

[canichangemyblogname]

niche things you learn as an adult

More white collar professionals do coke habitually than you assumed

Probably some 90% of other adults you meet are alcoholics

A lot of people in our society are very mentally ill and not receiving help

It actually takes a fair bit of alcohol to so much as get tipsy. People who get drunk either have a VERY low tolerance or have had A LOT of strong drinks. Like… a lot a lot.

People who get drunk drink with the intention to; it’s seldom accidental