#but hell if i know if ill want to do anything with them

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

18. "You look like hell" "I feel like it." Landoscar

From this prompt list (still accepting prompts)

OKAY SO THIS IS UH...not super angsty but it's sick-fic-y. ANYHOW here have a present. Amorphous Landoscar relationship (they're totally dating but neither of them know it yet)

Oscar’s buried under the covers, can’t stop himself from sniffling pathetically, blowing his nose into a tissue, before he adds to the pile that’s already building up on the bedside table. It doesn’t do anything to abate the congestion headache pounding in his temples, the pressure behind his eyes, and he lets out a mournful little sound into the silence of his bedroom, the fractured light sneaking in from under the blinds making everything just a little worse. 

He pulls the blanket over his head again when he hears his phone vibrate once, twice, three times, before it stops. It vibrates once more, a few moments later. It’s just his iPhone reminding him that someone’s sent him a handful of text messages. He blindly reaches his hand out for his phone, trying to find out where he tossed it amongst his sheets when he hears a knock at the door. He lets out a garbled groan, wrapping the blanket more tightly around himself. If he ignores it, maybe they’ll go away, and he can maybe talk himself into going back to sleep for a long enough time that he can take more cold medicine when he wakes up. 

So he shifts under the covers, onto his stomach, side of his face pressed into the pillow, in hopes that the position will help his overstuffed nose drain while he’s attempting to go back to sleep. Every movement sends a sharp jolt of pain through his skull, and he flexes his jaw, tries to unplug his ears to try and relieve just a bit of the pressure. It doesn’t work, and apparently, neither is ignoring the knocking. Because he hears it again, persistent, too loud, fracturing the silence, and any idyllic attempt he had at sleeping. 

“Oscar, answer the bloody door, mate,” 

It’s Lando. Because of course it’s Lando. And Oscar still hasn’t found his phone, buried in the covers to see if they’d had plans today. 

And honestly, he can’t be arsed to care anyways, because he hardly has the energy to drag himself out of bed. He wouldn’t have bothered to have made plans if he’d known that he’d be incapacitated like this, pathetic and ill, with this fucking headache. 

He doesn’t even know if he has the energy to let Lando into his space, because sometimes it feels like Lando is just perpetual motion and sound. As much as he likes Lando’s company, right now it feels like it’s just going to worsen the throbbing behind his eyes. 

“Oi, Osc, I know you’re in there,” the longer he leaves Lando out there, the more annoyed he sounds, and Oscar truly doesn’t think he’s going to go away. “Fuck off, mate,” he grumbles, as he drags himself out of bed, keeps the duvet tightly wrapped around himself, because the air feels too-cold against his skin. Shambles his way to the door, twists the deadbolt and opens the door as Lando’s raising his fist to knock again. 

“Christ, Oscar, you look like hell,” they’re the first words out of Lando’s mouth, and Oscar can feel his own lips tug downwards in a frown, brows furrowed. He knows he looks like shit, in three days old sweats and a t-shirt that’s clinging to him with sweat. He’s fever-flushed and he knows his hair’s probably a greasy rat’s nest. But he also hadn’t asked Lando to visit. 

“No shit,” he says, voice hoarse and garbled from the congestion, “I feel it, too.” The words are uttered flatly, and he’s forced to step out of the way as Lando pushes his way into Oscar’s apartment. And once again, Oscar still doesn’t know why he’s here. They’re not dating, they’re not really anything yet, and he doesn’t really want Lando to see him like this, pathetic and tragic. “Th’ fuck do you want,” he mumbles, as he locks the door behind Lando. 

“You didn’t answer any of my texts,” is Lando’s simple justification, as he eyes Oscar from a safe distance. “Could’ve just told me you were sick or something, would’ve left you well enough alone. You’re looking proper gross.” 

It lacks any form of reassurance, and Oscar just rolls his eyes, shuffling his way back to bed. “Thanks for the observation, Lando. If that’s all you’re here for, you can leave,” he can’t help the sharpness that bleeds into his tone. “Not really feeling up to company, mate,” and there’s a sharp flicker of something devastated that bleeds into Lando’s face for a moment, before he presses his lips together. 

“Tried a hot shower?” He asks, when Oscar’s halfway back to his bedroom, and Oscar has to expel a long breath before he says something sharper than he means it to be. “Head’s hurt too much to move around a lot,” it’s a little more transparent than he wants to be. When he’s feeling like shit, he prefers to just be left alone to take care of himself, instead of forcing his grumpy attitude on others. Lando’s no exception. 

“Hm,” Lando says, catching his lower lip between his bottom teeth before he approaches Oscar cautiously, reaching out to push messy brown hair off his forehead. He can barely hide the grimace when he pulls his fingers back, like it’s too disgusting to have touched Oscar’s greasy hair. “You feel like you’ve got a proper fever, yeah?” 

“C’mon, go back to bed, I’ll start the shower for you, yeah?” it’s an offer he’s not expecting, can’t hide the surprise written into his features. “What?” Oscar blinks at Lando, chewing on the inside of his cheek. 

“You’re proper pathetic, Oscar, let me help,” 

So he listens, stumbles back to bed and falls into it face first, listens to Lando putter around his flat, as he closes his eyes. It’s a weird sort of intimacy, hearing Lando crashing about, the squeak of the tap in his bathroom, the sound of running water. 

“Oi, you really don’t have anything nice to put in a bath?” Lando’s shouting from the bathroom, still too loud, the sound like a dagger to his head. Oscar buries his face further into the pillow with a groan. Wants to snap at Lando because does he? Does he have a bathroom full of bubble baths and luxurious soaps? Doesn’t feel like either of their styles, but he might be wrong. 

“Reckon you wanna shut the fuck up, mate,” Oscar mutters into his pillows, quiet enough that Lando’s not going to fucking hear it. 

He hears Lando again, footsteps heavy as he makes his way back to Oscar’s bedroom. When Oscar twists his head out of the pillows, Lando’s leaning against his doorframe, dissatisfied look on his face. “Reckon it would kill you to be a little quieter?” He asks, tone once again sharper than he means it to be, and Lando just snorts out a soft laugh, lips quirking up at the corners. “Would it kill you to have at least a singular essential oil in your bathroom, mate?” Lando’s voice is teasing, light, though it sounds a little more forced than it should. “Wanted to draw you a bath instead of a damn shower,” and Oscar appreciates the sentiment. 

“S’not going to make a difference,” Oscar says, miserable, moves to bury his face back into his pillow. It’s too much, the presence of Lando in his flat, ever-large. The fact that Lando’s trying to take care of him. All of it, coupled with the fact that he feels like shit has tears welling, tightness in the back of his throat. “It’s fine, whatever, I’ll just go back to bed,” his voice comes out higher than he means it to, and Lando makes a soft sound.

Oscar hears the creak of the mattress before he feels it displace, and then Lando’s stretching out beside him, reaching out and placing his hand on the back of Oscar’s neck in a way that feels almost proprietary, despite the fact that Lando doesn’t really have a claim to him like that. 

He wishes Lando did. 

His thumb digs into a tender spot along the side of his neck, and Oscar can’t help the sound he lets out, going limp into the mattress with a soft sound. “Just go back to sleep, yeah, Osc? I’ll deal with everything else, get you a bath in a bit,” Lando’s voice murmured into his ear. 

The weight of Lando’s hand, the soft sound of his breathing is enough to have Oscar’s eyes drifting shut. 

He wakes up in bed alone, can smell something that is distinctly chicken noodle soup, and can hear the water running in the bathroom. His headache’s ebbing, and he still feels the ghost of Lando’s fingers on the back of his neck. His nose is still stuffed and tender, and his throat still feels raw, and he feels the aching loneliness of waking up alone. 

“Lando?” He calls out. 

“Yeah, be there in a sec,” is Lando’s reply, and Oscar allows himself to relax. 

It’s nothing, really. Just two friends caring for each other. 

It’s nothing, but he wishes it were something. 

(It’s definitely something).

[kittenfangirl20]

Housewife Au

Then

Sera glared at Adam and Lucifer: You get the hell out of my house!

Adam: B-but mama!

Sera: You lied to me! Right to my face! You want to live a life like that you can do it somewhere else!

She gave Adam ten minutes to collect his things, he cried the whole time and Lucifer had to wait in his truck. Sera wouldn’t let the main that corrupted her baby back in.

Adam got in the truck and Lucifer drove away.

Lucifer: I’m sure it’ll be okay dove.

Adam cried: I thought she’d love me no matter what.

Lucifer held his hand: I know it’s not the same, but I will always love you.

Now

Adam got up and ready for the day. He knocked on all the bedroom doors of his and Lucifers children as he made his way to the kitchen.

Adam: Rise and shine!

All the kids got up, Charlie, Abel, Lucas, and Avery came down from breakfast. Adam packed their lunches and got things ready for Avery’s play date.

He grabbed his Louie Vaiton fanny pack and his ray band sunglasses.

Lucifer came down and kissed Adam sweetly.

Adam: Have a good day darling.

Lucifer: I will, I love you.

Adam: I love you too.

Adam grabbed his keys and ushered the kids into his Range Rover to take them to school.

Steve, their neighbour was watering his lawn he couldn’t help but find Adam attractive. Not that he ever looked Steve’s way.

Adam: We’re gonna go see Eve and Jake today Av how’s that sound?

Avery: Yay!

Jake was Eves son and Adam believed that his little girl had a crush on him.

He dropped Charlie, Abel, and Lucas off at school and then he went to Starbucks to get himself and Avery a drink and a snack.

Once at Eve’s home, Adam greeted his friend by kissing her on the cheek. They both talked excitedly about their day and the new fashions out for them to try out.

Eve: Honestly you look amazing in anything with those curves and that ass.

Adam: Thank you, I gotta always keep my husband happy.

In spite of how rough it was at first, Adam was so happy married to Lucifer. He loved Adam so much and their children were so sweet. It was even better when Lucifer’s toy company became such a success. They became rich basically over night. They then moved to a very well off neighborhood which was how Adam and Eve. They were called the top housewives of the neighborhood even though Adam was a man. He didn’t mind, he liked it.

Eve: I heard that the other house next to your house was bought.

Adam: I didn’t realize that, I hope that they are nice. Susan was a nightmare and I know it is wrong to speak ill of the dead, but there is nothing nice to speak of her.

Eve: I can’t blame you.

At the same time Lilith, who was Lucifer’s ex was moving in next door. She didn’t realize she made a mistake in to not stay with Lucifer when he decided to go into toys especially duck themed toys for kids. She didn’t think one would succeed in something so silly, but Lucifer proved her wrong. Even though Lucifer was married, she truly believed that once he saw she was a famous model.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

[redux-iterum]

Would you ever try to rewrite some of the super editions or novellas? I think a rewrite of Bluestar's Prophecy in this universe would be super neat but I understand totally if you're just planning on sticking to the main books.

For the foreseeable future, SEs and novellas are not going to be touched. Their events may be altered and discussed within the main books, but I have no intention of rewriting anything besides the first three arcs of Warriors - TPB, TNP, and PO3. That's not to say I'll never write anything else, but it is highly unlikely that I will.

[kaiserkisser]

can someone nice (!!) please please please adopt me im begging you im requesting you (huge word vomit and vent in tags, pls dont read if u dont want to!! and if you don't want this stuff on this blog PLS lmk!! i dont wanna make anyone uncomfy! )

[puppppppppy]

i wanna post my skip to loafer art but i cant do it knowing ppl are gonna put it on tiktok and pinterest bc itd be like. bringing an invasive species ykwim

[some-pers0n]

Every once in a while I think about the ship I've been obsessed over for close to two years now and feel like I'm ascending to another plane of reality. Like sometimes you just encounter a ship that hits every single mark and is perfect in every regard and you're left stunned how something like that can even exist

[lemongogo]

j need to get back into life drawing post haste

[thal-ent]

Thinking about Renheng...... Men that found each other and want each other back even when one doesn't know the other is who he Dreams of......

[girlivealwaysbean]

hey god if you've created someone for me can you introduce me to them sooner? i kinda need them now

[spikeyjo]

also uh im kind of not thinking about it much because its insane. but if everything goes right (and i mean a considerable amount of things that probably wont go as planned) but if they DO... i will have a major surgery in like two weeks

[genekies]

screaming in the club

time for another vent in tags

[altoskh]

Imso tired man. I'm so tired. Why do I work this hard I am so FUCKING over this shit

[troooob]

thinking about school actually makes me want to throw up 👍

[boygirlctommy]

i madeeee sillay new characters and i love them

[sunspinecity]

i havent wanted to comment on the sandsurge drama bc i think it's insane but like. anyone who says that staff "isn't very communicative" has never played another petsite in their life. Turn back time spend 3 years on neopets and then we'll talk about communication bro..

like there is literally an entire Dev Status Sidebar that shows you what they're saying about whats going on that they update pretty regularly and they do dev updates + stay in contact with their playerbase and closely watch their reactions to updates to see where they messed up and what can be improved on. Like what on planet earth are you talking about. genuinely

the only agreement i will give to communication issue is that the wording on aeq's post regarding the fact that it would be a gem breed took me 7 tries and i still dont get it bc it reads to me as "2nd breed will be treasure, 3rd will be gems"?? which is obv not true. I genuinely can't see what ppl mean by this being a confirmation. but thats not a communication issue it is a Confusing Wording issue. don't complain about communication unless you've played literally any other petsite bc i guarantee you this level of transparency and care you will find in very few other places.

[infizero]

grgrhgahahh i wanna read more pokespe but i cant do it on my phone and im not unpacking my stuff until the morning