#because geezums

[chelledoggo]

LIKE GEEZUM LOUEEZUM I'M SORRY I DON'T WANT PEOPLE CONTEMPLATING SUICIDE (LIKE I DID AT FIRST, BY THE WAY) BECAUSE THEY THINK THAT THE WORLD IS LITERALLY FUCKING ENDING.

SORRY I WANNA ENCOURAGE PEOPLE TO BE CALM AND RATIONAL WHILE ALSO ENCOURAGING THEM TO STAY VIGILANT AND BE READY TO FIGHT BACK

FUCK ME FOR WANTING TO REASSURE UNDERSTANDABLY SCARED PEOPLE, RIGHT?

[jewelmania21]

One of my many chronic conditions involves eye issues, I literally just did a “Field of Vision” test,, the eye that’s currently blurry and difficult is soooo stressful because I could feel the panic building in me. I think I flunked lmao

I felt similarly when I was tested for ADHD and everything with that, where I was so sad and stressed because I KNEW I was getting the right answers for me… But I also know that I didn’t perform as if my eye was actively working…

Geezums… the machine LITERALLY makes a noise right when the little light will flash in your peripheral vision and I fucking could SEE ANYTHING.

[echosong971]

I'm gonna be scared to find out the answer but...how does Cayde finish Uldren off?

….I don’t think you want to know.

[vaixation]

Well. Today in maximum Vaixation-is-a-hopeless-nerd mode:

I decided I wanted a fandragon of Octavo on Flight Rising and I’ve already planned a full outfit for him and started writing his lore and I may have accidentally written something that was 11,803 words or 65,692 characters (although give or take because I may make revisions) which is definitely higher than FR's biography character limit (I did some research), and that's without including the extra graphics and coding and formatting for his profile... so... rip? I accidentally wrote a super long lore that can't even fit on his page.

Haha whoops?

[t-chan--plays--games]

JOB LEVELS UPDATE: 12-3-19

I am moving at a grandma pace I know but I have a puny little attention span and Things keep distracting me, what does it mean to Complete a Task

I was hoping to finish the Limsa Lominsa quests tonight But Then I Didn’t, with any luck I’ll get to those tomorrow.

I’m really hurting for some Cool Threads but PATIENCE and all..........

[tinyholygrail]

(That moment when I finally shove my butt into gear and log into Tumblr for the first time in...gaaah, like five MONTHS?? and am still shocked to see people stuck around waiting for me??

Like please, you would have been well within your rights to just skedaddle on out of here? But you’re still here? Actually mind-blowing, seriously, guys, that’s some next-level loyalty here? Do y’all seriously like my paragraphs upon paragraphs upon paragraphs that much?? 

But anyways, I do apologize for not being around! My motivation to write, period, went right down the drain [while I had plenty of ideas, and definitely stuff I absolutely wanted to write, the drive to do so just wasn’t there]. I went through my thread tracker and deleted a bunch of stuff; I’m going to respond to the replies I got over the months, but if you’re no longer interested in our thread, just tell me! [please. please tell me because I don’t want you suffering to write something you’re not interested in!]

So yeah! If you want to help me get back into the rhythm again, feel free to send some asks or something! Or if you want to just talk, because I have had regular conversations with some of you, there’s always the messages! Thanks for sticking around, because eventually I got my crap together and logged in again! I’m not sure how much I’ll accomplish tonight, since I have work early in the morning, but I’ll definitely try to work through some drafts, shovel them into the queue [may dial it down to once a day just till I get more things completed].

But yeah, I’m back [again] so hello again and here’s to hoping I can get some threads worked on!)

[theninjamouse]

Sick Day

You're not sure if it's a monster thing or a Grillby thing, but you've always thought that Grillby just doesn't get sick. The closest he even gets is headaches, which you may or may not have caused on a few occasions of reckless activities that landed you at the hospital.

Turns out you were wrong.

Waking up in a sweat is a common occurrence given Grillby's tendency to lock you in a teddy bear hold during the night, but on this particular morning you wake feeling more liquid than person. Gah, gross.

Kicking your feet free from the thin sheet, you swipe at your face, blinking blearily. The light coming in from the window is the dull blue from a sun not yet risen. The room, always warm, is unbearably hot.

The debate of whether to poke Grillby awake or just camp on the couch for a few more hours dies as your eyes fall on your still slumbering partner. It's normal for the edges of his face to get soft and fuzzy when he's sleeping but nearly all definition of his head is gone. The color is weird too; waves of uneasy green and deep red sweep over his face and bits of flame hiss and spit erratically.

"Holy sh- hey, Grillby." Reaching out, you gingerly touch his shoulder, wary of waking him into a panic if he's having a nightmare. "Grillby?"

A deep throated groan rumbles from his chest. He shifts and you think his head turns towards you. He makes a questioning noise and you just barely catch that his eyes have opened to thin slivers.

"Hey," you say gently as you sit up. "Are you okay? You look more like...a regular campfire than usual."

He doesn't answer for a moment, blinking owlishly. Then he lifts a hand, looking down at the fingers that have molded into stubby digits. "Ah," he rasps before a terrible crackling cough shakes his shoulders.

Alarmed, you move to help him sit up, patting his back. The fabric of his shirt is scorching hot. "Holy crap, are you sick?"

Wheezing, he tries to speak, fails and then just nods miserably.

Your mouth drops. He’d been quiet and subdued last night sure, but you thought that he was just tired from a crazy work week. "I thought you didn't get sick!"

It takes him a moment to get the breath to mutter, ".....very...rarely."

"Geez, okay, um. Here." You take your pillow and add it to his, fluffing them up against the headboard. "Lean back here."

He follows your guiding hand with meek compliance, which more than anything tells you he's out of it. What the heck do you do now? None of the human cures for colds or fevers will work here. No point in a glass of water or medicine made for human bodies. Maybe there's monster medicine? Would a monster candy work?

Leaning over, you grab your phone off the nightstand. It's a little after six. Hopefully Toriel is already up and moving since it's a school day.

"Good morning Shore," she greets after just a few rings and you breathe a little sigh of relief. "Is something wrong? You're rarely up this early."

"Yeah, um, Grillby's sick." You look over at him to see he's closed his eyes, head slumped against the wall.

"Oh dear! Is he alright?"

"I don't know, I think so?" You try not to let your voice hitch. "He's burning really hot and his colors are weird and he's got a cough. Do you...have you ever dealt with monster sickness?"

"More than my fair share," she says sympathetically. "Though it has been a very, very long time since the last fire based illness I cared for."

"But you have cared for one? What do I do?"

"He needs to stay fed; the excess heat is his core attempting to burn out the illness."

"Like a human fever."

"Exactly." There's a noise in the background and you hear Toriel respond as if she's placed her fuzzy paw over the phone. "My dear, I'm terribly sorry, there's a bit of a crisis happening this morning, I need to take care of this but I will call you back. For now, keep him comfortable and keep him fed. Oil heavy foods, perhaps sprinkle on some butane-”

Bu-what now.

“Oh dear, there goes Frisk. Call me if you have any other questions, I’ll be by with a pie later!” Click. 

Ah. Great. You sigh and set the phone down. At the slightest shifting of the mattress, you say, “Dear, where do you think you’re going?” 

Grillby freezes, one loosely formed hand gripping the edge of the blanket. “Kitchen,” he rasps. “...I need...”

“To eat, yeah, Toriel told me. I’ll get it so you stay put.” Scooting over, you push him back against the headrest. It’s a fight to quell the urge to put your hand up on his forehead. It’s obvious enough without feeling that he’s literally burning up. 

“Normally this would be the point I’d go get a wet rag or something,” you joke weakly. “But I don’t think that’d be helpful to you.” 

Grillby mumbles something that might be a sassy remark or just another groan. 

“Got any butane?” 

The noise this time is definitely a groan. 

You pat his thigh. “Sorry, queen’s orders.” 

He gestures towards the kitchen and you slip off the bed. Grillby’s kitchen is always stocked so it’s easy to gather together ingredients for a stew. It’s no chicken noodle soup but at least it’s soup like. You do indeed find a canister of butane in one of the cabinets. The large ‘Highly Flammable’ warning on the side has you pausing. How exactly do you add butane to a stew? How much? Eh, probably best to just bring the whole thing and ask Grillby. 

It’s not long before the stew is bubbling and a rather lovely smell fills the kitchen. You’re no Grillby, but you can make a very solid stew. You grab a bowlful, the butane, turn and yelp, nearly dropping them both. 

Grillby has either ignored your orders to stay put or just forgot because there he stands. But the effort of moving seems to have stolen away what energy he had left because now he looks more like a matchstick than a monster. His head is just a simple flame flickering with the same harsh colors and his shirt hangs loosely on his thinned frame. 

“Oh geezum, you scared me,” you wheeze, wincing at the hot stew that splashed on your hand. “Are you okay?” 

He...maybe shrugs? It’s hard to tell with how little mass he has right now. You set the butane down and guide him to sit on the couch. When you offer the bowl and spoon, he forgoes the spoon altogether and cups the bowl in his now fingerless hands and chugs the entire thing down in a matter of seconds. 

You blink. “Oh. More?” 

“...Please.” 

More you get, bowl after bowl until the pot is empty and then you remember the can of butane still sitting on the counter. When you bring it over, Grillby sparks with a low disgust but takes the can. With a low cough, he gestures for you to back up before taking a deep swig. 

The burst of heat and flame has you wincing, even at a fair distance. Your jaw drops a little at the sight of him chugging down the liquefied gas like it’s an ice cold glass of water on a summer day. By the time the bottle is empty, some of the shape has returned to his head, though the edges of his face remain fuzzy with dark green flames.

You cautiously approach as he sighs heavily and sets the bottle on the floor. “Better?” 

“Hmm.” He certainly looks a bit better, at least a little. He blinks sleepily at you. “Hi.” 

“Hi matchstick.” 

The whine he makes at that is so utterly adorable you can’t help but take his little matchstick flame head in your hands and plant a kiss where you best guess his forehead is. Totally worth the slight singeing of your lips. 

“Do you wanna go back to bed?” you ask as you card your fingers through his headflames. Ow, hot. 

He grunts and shakes his head. “Stay....here,” he mumbles, tugging on your shirt. 

A grin pulls at your mouth. “Fine, but you should get some more sleep. Even an elemental needs rest when sick.” 

You sit and Grillby immediately slumps over so his head rests on your lap. He snuggles his face into your stomach and tucks his arms in close. Oh heavens above, you’re not happy he’s sick but he is unfairly cute like this. 

“Comfy?” you ask gently, rubbing his head again. 

He hums quietly. “Sorry,” he tacks on as a mumble. “It...will pass...quickly.” 

“It’s okay to be sick, it happens to everyone.” 

He mutters something else, but sleep is already claiming him. You stroke your thumb over his cheek. “Just rest,” you whisper, though you’re fairly certain he’s already slipped into slumber. “I’ll take care of you.” 

[aquato-family-circus]

also i just wanna think about truman in jarswap/iced bobby

like, the way he has to react to his uncle changes drastically because while bob gets more angry and copes with alcohol, Helmut just stays in the past and stops doing what he loves. Obviously tired, but it's not something he can outright tell him "Please get help" about because he doesn't really have that ability

He doesn't have as much to connect with Helmut about as he does with Bob. And, as well, there's one less Zanotto around. The guy who's best known for their botanokinetic/herbaphonic abilities is gone. Probably makes it a lot harder to really do the plant thing when everyone around you references your uncle if you do. So there's likely fewer plants in the Motherlobe, though Lili still likes them and enjoys being around plants.

Just. Dude's got a lot on his plate and I feel like we need to note that-- Wait, adding on more. Imagine doing things and every time you try to do something good for yourself you're always hit by "Your uncle would be proud" or the like. Being compared to a dead guy because your uncle's friends are the ones who made the place you work at. So now you're kind of stuck dealing with being compared to him all the time and yikes that would be rough.

Anyways hugging Truman has been added to my to-do list. Geezums.

Swap Truman is truly going through it he is

[mindfulofbrit]

CW: Scars/Self-Harm scars

When's the last time I uploaded to Tumblr? Geezums.

Anyway, here's some Nogitsune Genesis. I decided to draw out the way I imagine Gen's AU versions to be. I drew Sephiroth forever ago and posted him to my twitter.

Don't tell me I don't love this man, the fur texture kilLED ME. He is also absolutely speckled with freckles because this man is a ginger and we were robbed in canon.

I have very old stuff of Nogitsune Genesis buried in this blog but I can't say I'm proud of the story attached, since I'm not, like, a teenager anymore lmao

Maybe I'll write out the details of the AU someday. I tend to get long-winded.

[differentjokes4differentfolks]

Some art makes me so uncomfortable for Jason and Tim. Like, they're only three years apart stop making Tim look like he's twelve 😖

[shslpunkartist]

I bet the horny jail actually has a proper name to it but it's often called as such because of what you just said there.

BUT PLEASE CONSIDER OTIS BROUGHT IN BECAUSE HE GOT CAUGHT WITH KEITH. His cop buddies nearly bust a gut laughing their asses off that the most mature and professional of them IS THE ONE WHO ENDS UP IN THE HORNY JAIL. Poor Otis is just DYING from embarrassment in the corner while Keith is just all >:C at being interrupted from fun time.

This is why you don't try to bang while on your break in your office, Otis! Geezum, it's one of the first rules of cop-hood!

Pico and Barry sure has hell ain't letting Otis live it down, that's for sure

[britishsass]

(Raz can see the anger in Milla's eyes.) Sasha: *telepathically* Razputin! What have you done! Raz: I don't know! (Raz dodged a psi blast that came from Milla holding a taco.) Milla: RAZPUTIN JUST EAT IT! Raz: Milla! I'mm sorry but the reason why I hate cilantro is because I'm— (Razputin was held by the neck and was forced fed by Milla, who calmed down.) Milla: So how does it taste? (Raz swallowed, and started to cough.) Milla: Razputin? (Raz then gags and pukes.) Milla: Oh meu Deus! (Part 3)

GEEZUMS. Yikes. I don't think this would ever get to that point (Milla's too nice and would listen to him) but still, geezums.

[echosong971]

And if this gets to 300, Echo will wear a suit and Cayde will sit on her lap

i’m feeling chaotic, so if this post gets like 150 notes, i’ll fully render a drawing of cayde in a sexy bunny suit

[albinismuncovered]

@sebastianshaw continued from here!

“...Oh.”

Clint reddened, quickly looking away. Oh, god! Shirtless man! This is not a drill! This is not a drill! Look away! Look awaaaaaaay!

“Ah- Was that really necessary? I mean, not that I’m- I mean- Now you have to go and find a new shirt. Which- I mean, I guess it doesn’t matter because you’re rich, but- Unless you were feeling uncomfortable? It is getting rather stuffy in here!” Clint fanned himself as he squirmed in his seat. Oh geez. Oh geez! Oh geezums!

Clint, your gay gay, homosexual gay side is showing.

Clint cleared his throat. Right. Right. Okay. Okay. Back to the interview. He got so caught up in having fainted when he’d dropped his cup and protesting when he’d regained his senses he’d completely forgotten he was supposed to be asking this man the hard hitting questions.

“Ah- Um- Where were we?” He asked, before answering his own inquiry. “Ah! Right! So- Mr. Shaw. What would you say motivates you most?”

[happyandticklish]

Okay so, for the ask game let's go with numbers 5, 12, 15, 21, 24, 25, 33 & 36.

Holy geezums that's a lot! I'm happy to answer them all of course! ^^

5. Neck kisses

So I have actually never experienced this particular mode of affection, because I am stuck in a state of eternally single, but I imagine I would not be able to handle it as my neck is oddly sensitive sometimes.

12. A doctor feeling my armpit

Again, never experienced this, at least to my recollection! Is this... a thing?? I suppose it would make sense for some kind of physical type thing, but it still sounds strange as a concept. I imagine it would be difficult to sit still through, but I think I would be able to handle it.

15. The Babinski test

I will not visibly react, but yes, that shit tickles like fuck.

21. A foot massage

I've never gotten a proper one, but a couple joke ones, and it's always tickled a little bit too much to relax through. I'm very good at hiding reactions though, so I don't think anyone ever noticed.

24. A pat-down

Never gotten one, but based off other experiences, I do not think I would be able to hold still for it. Primarily the legs bit. For some reason people touching my legs in even a non-ticklish way is still fucking ticklish and I cannot handle it.

25. A dress fitting

Yet again, haven't had one. I have had moments when I was younger when I was out with parents shopping for clothes and they'd be pulling at the top rim part of the pants to make sure that they'd fit, and for some reason that always tickled.

33. Wrestling

Entirely immune, my friend. I've wrestled with siblings a million times (always the victor of course) and it's usually more painful on occasion than ticklish. Now, if you were incorporating tickling into the wrestling, that'd be a different story.

36. Someone pretending to strangle/choke me

Dude, I cannot handle this. I've had friends and siblings pretend to fake choke me affectionately because they're exasperated, and I always weirdly scrunch up my shoulders and curl away because that shit tickles for some reason.

Thank you for the ask!

[dracs-descendant]

FAMILY MOVIE NIGHT (MULTI)

"do why are we trying to break into castle Dracula?" Layla asked quirking a brow at her sister as they both stood outside and Nikki attempted to pick the lock while Layla held to the box of their traditional movie night fun

"because Fabian is dodging my calls and not telling me if he's ok to remeet us and I promised Ezra and Carina I wouldn't interact with him alone just in case so here we are" Nikki said once more trying to pick the lock

"right but that's still not-"

"if anything is going to make him normal and potentially remember it would be video games and movies with his descendants right?" Nikki asked looking over at her sister Layla wasn't entirely sure she agreed but she didn't protest so Nikki turned and continued trying for another minute before Layla had enough and rolled her eyes

"ugh! You suck at this! Here hang on to this" Layla said pulling Nikki away with one hand and shoving the box in her hands with the other, Layla messed with the lock for a minute before it opened and they were inside and quickly greeted by a giant excited fluff ball known as Cerberus

"Cerberus!" Nikki squealed excitedly setting the box down so she could cuddle the excited hellhound for a moment before she stood up

"come on, I know Felicity introduced him to television so Fabian likely put one in" Nikki said taking the box again and heading off. Layla found it in a common area that Fabian had set up to be more modern in hopes of obviously helping Vlad out a bit and they got to work, the girls set up two air mattresses on the floor and Nikki hooked up video games and was glad to see a DVD player as well.

Nikki took the snacks and soda to the kitchen,she set the box on the counter and took one of the two liters and turned to out it in the fridge only to come face to face with the dark prince himself

"geezums!! Don't scare me like that!" She scolded gently putting a hand to her chest and feeling how rapidly her heart raced for a second before she smiled at him

"I forgot you make like no sound, but I'm... Surprise?" she said he didn't have memory so he wouldn't know by looking at her who she was other than likely family. Probably a good thing he ran into her before Layla.