#but. aaaagh tired

[squizzly]

papapa crafts i made awhile ago

i have a hod one idk where it went tho

Queenie is my favorite one imo

[foxdies]

im so fucking tired asking for help but hi I have literally nothing to eat and won't until Thursday if my pay comes early. if you can help me eat today and tomorrow that'd mean the world to me. pp us hghars@aol.com and cashapp is $DannyLuty, anything helps, even a dollar. ty

also my birthday is on Oct 7th so it would be an early bday present to me ;_;

[styxnbonez]

if i Do rb an ask game the ocs to know for rn are hexadecimal, modem, lucille, angelino, adrian, frank, and freya o7

[wizardnuke]

what is in the water today. everyone is so irritable. i am included in this

[a-fangirltrash]

"Ford treated Fiddleford so bad!!" As if him treating Fidds like shit wasn't directly a product of being constantly gaslighted and abused by Bill.

I'm genuinely getting tired of people flaming Ford, but in a serious tone. Like people are acting like he's a toxic selfish man that used to put Fidd down... and... no he never did???

Ford ADMIRED Fiddleford, he TRUSTED his friend for what he described as "the project of his life" and Ford, being the most prideful man in the world, decided to ask for help because he knew how CAPABLE Fiddleford was.

When Fiddleford arrived Ford let him know how thankful he was that he was there with him, the man even took a bath and made sure to make him feel like he was at home. Ford even remembered his favorite bean brand?

When Fidd got traumatized by the gremoblin, Ford TRIED to help with what he knew. He tried to help him meditate, took days off for him, decided that they could go out and have some good time. Be mindful that this might've been the total OPPOSITE of what Bill wanted, and he still did for his friend sanity. Bill would make Ford work like CRAZY.

Also, for him it wasn't "putting him in danger!!" For him it was sharing adventures with his friend! Just like hi did with *cofcofSTANLEYcofcof*. That's love language all around.

Fiddleford could abandon the project anytime, but he didn't because he liked being there. And Ford is NOT the guilty one for Fidds creatinf the gun :/ it's nor his fault that fidd interpreted "using his creativity" in that way. Ford NEVER approved that gun.

Also, Ford noticed that RUBIK THING, HE APPREACITE HIM SO MUCH HE KNEW HIS HABITS. AND GOT CONCERNED RIGHT AHEAD.

"B-but he free Frilliam!" The portal was close, did you all READ how much gaslighted Ford was at that point? He didn't free it because "ugh i don't care about this shitty axolotl" but because Bill started to freak out and yell at him to get rid of it. Ford wrote "A friend" with a heart in the title??? Wdym he didn't appreciate it aaaagh

If Stanley took the diaries (i don't like this universe because...stanley:() he WOULD have looked for Fiddleford, they'd have made the Institute of Oddology, he'd have shared his success... with the man that helped him the most.

TBOB SPOILERS AHEAD

He got sad when Fiddleford told him he was gonna get back home to spent time with his family, he PLANNED holidays with him. Even if he DIDN'T like holidays.

He took a day off just to make him happy after his atrocious christmas party, he USED RESOURCES that as you know ford is the most practical mam in the world JUST to decorate the portal as a tree and make Fiddleford happy.

And that atuff of "h-he doesn't appreaciated Fiddleford gifts!" IS SO DUMB OMG, he wore the gloves in the snow and was incredibly thankful about them. When BILL that dumbass triangle pretty much LACERATED his hands, he used Fiddleford gloves as a way to hide those scars, and in a sense, probably to comfort himself because he was ALONE.

I think that was the reason of Fiddleford fast forgiveness, not only because he's a sweet heart, but because after fighting with Bill i think he noticed how BIG was the monster torturing his "partner".

And after all of this i'm not trying to excuse Ford treating him poorly and not listening to him in time

BUT FORD IS NOT A PERFECT VICTIM

Even if i believe he wasn't "the" (at least only) reason of Fiddleford becoming crazy, i know it could have been better for him and he could have avoided so much trauma. But can we please stop seeing Ford as a selfish, evil mad scientist and start seing him as a victim... of a terribly abusive relationship that checks in for all types of domestic abuse... please!!! Ford is not a perfect VICTIM Can we blame Bill!!!

All this rant is because there's certain ship... which i kinda like, but i just HATE HATE HATE the interpretation and how much they put Ford as a villian on it omg

Edit: fixed the use of word narcissism, since it might've been ableist! Replaced with words that actually relate to what i intended to say, instead of referencing a personality disorder

[screampied]

Vegas, our amazing smut writing queen :D

Imagine you're like idk a teacher or prof at uni and you're constantly butting heads with the dean/principle for your "teaching techniques" or like whatever (he just loves to pick on every single thing you do) when one night, you go overtime in your office trying to correct papers and you're reasonably tired and frustrated bc of the stupid kids at your school. You end up opening your drawer to find a long lost 'toy' that you'd forgotten to take home and start to use it on yourself and just before you can finish, so called Dean walks in on you...

Love love your fics!! That toji uni fic really did something to me. Stay blessed ☺️

-🌸

GOOD MORNIN' FLOWER 💓💓💓.

wait that’s so crazy ???? oooh imagine your fellow coworker who’s also a professor walks in on you playing with your long lost toy. who’d make a good professor, im thinkin either nanami or hear me out professor choso. FAWK. that would be so yummy im seeing the vision 😩 but aaaagh babie you’re so sweet thank you for reading <3333. IM GONNA THINKABOUT THIS ALL DAY

[tumb1rprincess]

Dude, getting brought back from the dead sounds painful and scary in this series, Arthur had a full on panic attack when he came back. And I had a feeling he was going to bring up Faroe at some point. Where she might have ended up after she died is going to weigh heavily on his mind for a while, along with that fear that when he dies, he won’t be in the same place she is and won’t be able to see her again.

lol John literally being like “Arthur, you’ve been stabbed too many times, take the fucking armor.”

Yorrick is officially part of the “Miles to Go Before I Sleep” club, everyone should get matching t-shirts lol

If Arthur doesn’t read Oscar’s letter before this season ends, I’m gonna pitch a fit.

Just came to me that Yorrick is choosing to be Yorrick, not the Vanguard or the Prince, just like how John chose to be John. Gotta love parallels!

“You know that I love you too.” Aaaagh, stop, you’re going to make me cry!

lol Yorrick pretty much being like “Hey, I helped too!” John and Arthur sound so tired of his shit already, this is hilarious. And he’s unable to recognize sarcasm, I love this funky little skull.

Yes Arthur, dive underwater while you’ve got a breastplate on, ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE!? Ugh, I hate drowning, hate, hate, hate it. That was terrifying.

Okay Arthur and John laughing then Yorrick awkwardly laughing with them was pretty funny, way to ruin a moment dude lol

Aw, John taking a moment to describe the sun and the trees and how beautiful everything looks, how long has it been since our boys have seen something like this?

Yorrick asking for the witch’s hand and the whole Day of Wrath thing both sound ominous, I don’t have a good feeling about either of them.

Alexander’s back, yay! Yorrick instantly joins the “I hate owls” club along with John, this is going to lead to some funny shenanigans.

Now we’ve got the mystery of “The Waylaid.” And a Blood and Sand was waiting for Arthur when he was there. Maybe Parker had a part to play in that? I think he’s the only dead person who knew Arthur liked them. Very intriguing.

[average-vibe]

”Are You Well?” pairing: Tom Simons x Fem!reader summary: you have a killer headache, and your boyfriend is very worried about you TW: cursing, so much fluff, and unedited work (lmk if i missed anything) A/N: this is my first Tommyinnit fic! hope you like it! i definitely didn’t get the title idea from the artful dodger masterlist ****

you quietly groaned in pain as your boyfriend, bless his soul, yelled out on joy, proceeded by a loud laugh.

“WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?” Tom continued, laughing along with the sounds of his keyboard keys getting smashed by his quick fingers. you held your head in your hands, trying to ease the banging pain in you temples. after about 5 more minutes of loud shenanigans going on in his office, you resorted to going in there, hoping he would calm down when he saw you. you slowly made your way to his office, and when you opened the door, his demeanor became a gentle, kinder looking one.

“Oh look! it’s the love of my life!” he said in a calm manner. you had been in some videos and more streams, but you rarely came in unplanned.

“Hey, can i stay in here?” you asked, looking at his monitor, slightly surprised to see how tired and, well, bad you looked.

”if you’d like. i’m doing a mod stream.” he replied, smiling at you, a twinge of worry in his eyes.

you then saw the chat, and as you moved closer, you could see some of the comments.

TommYinniT12: OMG ITS Y/N QUEEENNNNN

fruity-sky: LOVE UUUU

random.user1928: are u ok? how u doin?

barbie*gurl*barbie*world: hope ur doing well :)

You smiled at the ‘fans’ you had, giving a small wave. “Hey guys! how’s the stream going?” you asked.

“Going pretty good, better now, though.” Tommy flirted, smirking at the camera. “Obviously, i make everything better.” you teased, shrugging your shoulders as you sat down in a small stool designated for you. it was titled the “Y/N throne” (named by tubbo). You caught tom slightly glancing at you in a worried type of way as you answered some questions about how life was going. you shrugged it off, supposing it was something on your face, or maybe the dark circles that had gathered underneath your eyes.

Finally, you had finished introducing yourself, you sat back and watched your boyfriend joke around with his fans with the mods, which had made every tame animal hostile, and every hostile animal tame.

“AAAAGH!” Tommy yelled, as a chicken began to attack him. it was funny, but the sudden yell made you flinch in pain, your head in agony. you shut your eyes and tried to distract yourself, but the pain in your forehead was too prominent to be dismissed. your boyfriend looked back at you, as he clearly noticed your sudden change in additude.

“you okay?” he quietly spoke, trying to not draw attention to you, but no matter what, obviously his fans were going to take note of what happened.

username: is she okay?

papi susis: look at her; is she well?

you quickly nodded, smiling for effect, but you knew tom didn’t buy a second of it. but he simply nodded in return and turned back to his monitor, attempting to react to some comments taht chat was making, most of which about you, worried about your well-being.

“Yeah, i’m SO excited to meet up with them.” tom rambled, referring to his plans to meet up with Bill, Aimsey, and Ranboo. “I think y/ns going aswell, aren’t you?” he asked, turning to you.

“yeah, if you’ll let me.” you joked. “i’ll go as long as you let me out of the basement.”

“wHAT?” he reacted, the small yell going straight to your migraine, but you continued in your smirk, not wanting to ruin the stream with your headache.

the rest of the stream was spent with you laughing slightly at tom, who kept making flirtatious remarks towards you, making you blush a deep red and all the fans go crazy. after what seemed like forever, he finally signed off, saying goodbye to his fans and ending the stream.

“What’s the matter?” he said, almost immediately after ending the live. you studied him, looking at his eyes that were drowned in worry for you. his eyebrows that were furrowed together in stress. and his mouth that had hints of a smile at the ends of his mouths.

“Y/N.”

“huh?”

“what’s the matter? you’ve been staring at me for like, 30 seconds straight.” he said.

“oh. sorry.” you said, standing up from your “throne”. “i’m gonna go to bed.” you said, walking to the door until you felt a strong grip on your arm, holding you from advancing any further.

“Y/N. What is the matter?” he asked, the third time now. “Are you well?”

“i’m okay.” you said, playing a small smile.

Tom didn’t but it for a second.

“No your not.” he said, standing up, his frame towering above you. loosened his grip on your arm and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“i just have a headache, Tommy. That’s it, i promise.”

“how bad is it?”

you looked down, trying not to let him see your eyes. “Umm..”

“is it one of you worse ones?” tom asked, with nothing but concern in his eyes.

“yeah. a really bad one. the worst one yet.”you said, in one big string of words.

Tom held you close, giving you a gentle hug. “I suppose my screaming didn’t help much.” he guessed, looking guilty.

you hugged him tighter, sighing. “No, it really didn’t. but it’s part of your job.” you defended him, holding his face in your hands.

“I need to think about you more. i only think about my fans during streams. i never think about you. i’m sorry, love.” Tommy says, guilt covering all of his emotions.

“It’s okay.” you say, smiling.

“Do you wanna go cuddle in bed?” he asks, almost innocently.

“i would love to.” you say. “just let me get my headache medicine.”

“no, let me do it.” he says, jumping infront of you, walking to the closet.

for the rest of the night, he wouldn’t let you do anything, insisting that ‘you need to rest!’ before doing it for you.

when you finally fell asleep, he kissed your head.

“sleep well, love.

***** A/N: that sucked but wtvr.. sorry for taking so long on the stream part lol

hope you liked it

love u

[malkaleh]

Caught up on Rings Of Power. My many many (delighted) feels

Charlie Vickers is so terrifyingly good - Sauron is alluring awful! You can absolutely understand how incredibly horribly competent Sauron is as a villain - how much he does get into everyone’s head.

Absolutely believe he’s too terrified to say Luthien’s name fyi because listen, if Luthien returned the war would be over in five seconds at MOST. Sauron just running away begging to be locked in the void, just don’t let HER NEAR HIM SHE MIGHT SING SEND HELP.

I need him to meet Elrond and just be like TERROR.

Celebrimbor is going to break my heart because you can see Sauron manipulating how much he wants to genuinely do good, to create something good, to have the Feanorian Craftsmanship stand for good again and OH SHIT FUCK (me at Sauron STAY AWAY FROM HIM YOU FUCKER).

I’m wondering if we might have actually met Celebrian there (also me at Sauron: GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HER).

Tom BOMBADIL. SHIRE ORIGINS. Almost certainly A Gandalf.

Tar-Miriel you are THE BEST and anyway you and Elendil GET MARRIED AND HAVE A LONG LIFE TOGETHER AND EVERYONE IS FINE. (Ar-Pharazon needs to stay away from them both).

You know I hate Ar-Pharazon don’t get me wrong but his fuckass son is The Worst I hope he gets sacrificed first. And I do go between feeling deeply sorry for Elendil’s daughter and also being like You Self Righteous AAAAGH.

Valandil :(((((.

Arondir is the dad who stepped up.

Isildur <333333. I am so attached to him and obviously his BESTEST HORSIE. (Aragorn coming by his horse girl genes honestly).

MY SWEET BABY BIRACIAL ELROND (listen one day I will have my canonically biracial Elrond played by a biracial actor but Robert I love your Elrond). I am so glad we are getting kind as summer and also obviously trauma but tbh I hate the Jackson Elrond depiction I’m so sorry I just, Elrond is not haughty/rude.

BRONWYN IS FINE SHE AND ARONDIR ARE FOUNDING DOL AMROTH cc @nocompromise-noregrets

BEREN MENTION BEREN MENTION BEREN MENTION.

Sauron just being a dog guy is Something. He’s really just like ‘who’s my best abomination of darkness? Who’s my sweet devourer of light? IT’S YOU! You are the bestest boy!’

DURIN :DDDDDDDDD

Elendil is The Most Tired DILF.

Sauron (about Galadriel): soon as she unblocks me the wedding is back on (no but seriously, there is a desire there - I mean obviously it’s not like, caring about her, about Celebrimbor but it’s not unattached either. It’s like…possession).

G-d there is so so much gorgeous lore in this show I love it so much and also it’s going to hurt so so much.

(I can’t recall whether it was Isildur or Elendil who nabs the White Tree sapling before Numenor is sunk I cannot believe we will be seeing that on screen).

(Ar-Pharazon and Elendil as ex boyfriends or something when)

[coeuranxieux]

hey so I saw the demonsop stuff and it's sooo cool and the imagery is awesome and I'm going to eat it so I was wonderingg if I could add some stuff for my little goober the benefactor (demonrick? Freddemon?? Mmmhh I'll work on it)

I think he has phantoms following him (like the ones in his showroom) and this kinda watery thing going on, every step causing ripples (like his accessory.)

When near him, you can almost hear all the voices that surround him, like the party chatter of a ballroom, or maybe like an angry mob of souls who'd rather not be in his little hell. It's hard to tell sometimes, and his cool, polite nature tend to make it easier to bear. (Is that the right bare? I never know..)

The world is hazy near him, like at a party you'll forget the next day. He persuades people to let him experiment on them, then takes their souls once their bodies are too weak to hold them anymore.

It's a little late and I haven't thought it all out yet but I'm just spit balling

His presence isn't as comforting as demonsops so much as it is intoxicating, and he's not the biggest fan of pillaging or massive tongues of hellfire as much as he's a fan of showing up and making people want to join the party

Is it debilitating, the way they whisper to him day in and day out? A little, but that's just the way she goes, and he needs them. Sometimes the others catch him talking to himself, no, to them, and they see him get frantic when someone is too stubborn for his liking.

But all in all, even despite his more personal approach and the way he struggles beneath these things hes done, he gets by.

AAAAGH THIS IS SO MUCH SORRY

NOOO THIS IS SOO WELL WRITTEN AGGSHD IM JUST SO SO TIRED TODAY SO I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO ADD MUCH TO THE CONCEPT

@olliesneweyes

[mywritingonlyfans]

Aaaagh, since you wrote that blurb about soft moments with Al, I can’t stop thinking about him coming home from tour (you went to visit for a few days, but you have a normal job, like a nurse or a doctor or smth) and he’s tired, soft and just very sweet and wants to be taken care of, you know? So you decide to run him a bath, give him a massage, cuddle him and cook for him. Imagine how he’d be saying like “I can’t believe I got you” and praising you and then you please him in other ways 👀 before you go to sleep? And it’s all too sweet, like, making love and getting him there bc he worked so hard on tour and now he’s home and you want to make him relax

hiiii, i'm glad it stuck to your mind 😅 well, i'm a sucker for the idea of taking a proper bath with Alex... and, huh, as well as pumping him in the warm water just so he can relax a bit more in your hands and maybe even wash his hair when he's nothing but a all breathy mess for you. riding him, making him not allowed to one single muscle moviment, as you ride him as an excuse to use him by saying that he need that to be relaxed kills me too. let be honest, boy needs it.

.... (1,1K: words)

 As soon as Alex stepped through the door of his home after a long tour, he collapsed onto the couch and let out a deep sigh of relief. You could see how exhausted he was, and you immediately knew what needed to be done. You rubbed his back, feeling his tension and fatigue. "Hey, you made it back," you said, giving him a small smile.

 Alex sighed. "I missed you," he said softly, his eyes closed. 

"I missed you too," you replied, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Come on, let's get you settled." you hugged him once more, running your hand over his chest, moving up so that your arms wrapped around his neck. "I'm going to run you a bath, okay?" you said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He looked up at you, a sweet grin forming on his lips. "That sounds amazing." His eyes softened even more and you could hear the gratitude in his tone.

 So, you got to work, running a warm bath with bubbles and lighting some candles around the room. Alex stripped off his clothes and sank into the tub, taking in the soft lavender smell that reminds him of you into his lungs, soon feeling like it was pure medicine being taken, then he let out a contented sigh.

As he soaked, you prepared a special massage oil blend, mixing together the lavender itself and peppermint to help relax his muscles. You entered the bathroom, in some washed Alex’s shirt, that’d be soon taken out of your body, and with the nice smell covering your hand. At the sight of you, Alex's eyes lit up in pure bliss.

"Hey there, beautiful," he murmured with his wide smile that he even tried to hide so he wouldn't look so pathetic at your view, clearly failing, and opened his arms so you could join him.

You chuckled and climbed into the tub behind him, straddling his hips and pouring the oil onto your hands. He felt at home, like he could finally be himself and feel numb in your affection. You began to knead his shoulders, working out the knots and tension in his muscles, as well as emptying his mind so it had room just to the good things that were yet to come with you right there by his side.

Alex let out a low moan of pleasure, leaning his head back onto your chest. "God, that feels amazing," he sighed, causing a comfortable flutter in your body, as if there is no other right place for you to be but right there with him.

You worked your way down his back, focusing on the areas that needed the most of you. As much as you let your palm rest a little on his chest, enjoying the feel of the few new hairs forming on his skin. He was warm and quite hot. As you finished up, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his neck, hugging him tight for you as you kept whispering sweet nothings to him, prolonging that for such a great minute as he felt the uncomfortable melting away from his body.

 You took his neck in one bite, moving your hand to his lower belly, he contracted, causing you to kiss him and take him into calm, until your hand touched him, already half solid from your caress. 

 "Can I, babe?" You whispered in his ear, giving pressure to your hand as your thumb played with his sensitiva top.  The muffled, yet thick growl had you squeezing him tighter, as well as joining your body better to his, like a jigsaw puzzle. 

 Without saying anything, he just nodded, following your voice that asked him to close his eyes and let you take care of him. 

 Your hands went quick on him, not wanting to cause him pain by teasing, he didn't deserve that after being away for that long (maybe in the morning), and soon, all you could hear was the splash of water and Alex's soft moans echoing through the bathroom.  You smiled widely, praising him for being such a good boy for you, squeezing your hand around him as you pressed him, making your man not be able to help but thrust his hips towards you.

 "Is it good to feel?  Better than your own hand after all this time?" You sighed, biting his earlobe.  And as expected, the memories of sex phone or just some shared photos came to your minds, and just like for Alex the flashes of him alone with himself in several hotel nights, for you it was no different not to stop remembering your long shower sessions with yourself only after hours on the phone with him. 

 He just nodded, mouth parted, in silent groans, he stained the water and your arm, feeling lighter.  You hugged him tighter, repeating that he was fine, and that you were there with him, still pumping him painfully through it.  Soon, he pulled your hand away, lazily as a way of showing you how much of a mess you made him, then he got rid of the remaining white tracks. He was sensitive and sleepy in his slow movements, as well as his words, making you conclude that you had succeeded in your plan.  Finally, you held his face for more kisses, making sure his breathing came back to normal and his body stopped the spasms before you both left the tub.

 "Thank you," he murmured, turning his head to look at you. "I can't believe I got you." He said in a kind whisper just for you to smother him into more tender kisses.

You smiled softly at him, running your fingers through his hair. "You deserve to be taken care of, Alex. You work so hard on tour, and now it's time for you to relax." You stated honestly, wanting nothing but his good.

After Alex finished his bath, you helped him dry off and get dressed in some proper comfy pajamas. You cooked him a hearty meal and cuddled on the couch, watching his favorite movie.

As the night wore on, you found yourselves drifting off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's bodies. It was a perfect moment of peace and contentment, the kind that you knew you could always rely on with Alex.

[cookie-gal]

A mini chapter of The Emasculated King(my EPIC AU )

Man's best friend

Note; Those who are easily disturbed by animal death shouldn't be here...I recommend skipping this mini chapter.

It was nighttime, Odysseus gently caressed Telemachus' head as he covered him up in the blanket of the bed. He felt safe and sane for once.

He looked towards the side, the edge of the bed to see a empty dog bed

"What? Where is he..?"

He started to get anxious again. Where was he, was he in his bedroom? Odysseus hoped for the best, Hoping that his best friend is fine.. But, but he was sick.. too sick to move., maybe he was getting better?? Maybe...

Odysseus raced quickly towards his bedroom to see no dog in sight.. He..he was gone?

Why did he hoped for him to be in HIS room? What was he thinking?!

How can he be so dumb?

Odysseus' anxiety starting to stir inside of him, frantically running through corridor after corridor, to only finally find him in the living room near the fireplace

"No...!!"

The sad man slowly approached the dog.. There was barley a pulse. Argos wasn't breathing

"NO, NO NO NO NO!!! A-ARGOS WAKE UP PLEASE! PLEASE..! PLEASE DON'T.. NO!! I THOUGHT... I HAD MORE TIME FOR YOU DAMMIT!! Please.. buddy, please wake up... I can't lose you too!"

SUCH A FAILURE OF A MAN AND FRIEND

COULDN'T EVEN SAVE HIS OWN DAMN DOG

"I'M SO SORRY, I'M SUCH AN IDIOT!!"

He repeatedly apologized, stammered, and shuddered, the dog in his arms. He already, lost his wife though she wasn't dead she was still away from him. And he was still hurting from that. But this felt more painful for him. His heart felt like it was getting brutally crushed

"AAAAGH ARGOS PLEASE!! P-PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!! PLEASE.. Please.. I don't want you to go.. please not now! I can't lose another love one.. I can't take so much pain! It hurts.. it hurts so much.."

Pleading, and crying for him to come back was useless, though Odysseus continued to. He weeped and trembled with the dog still in his arms for hours until on end..

Telemachus woke up to the warmth beam of the sun rising in his bedroom. He decided to go and greet his dad but, his dad wasn't in the bedroom? Telemachus looked through the big window above of the king's bed to see Odysseus outside in the garden on his knees.

2

Was he crying? Why was he crying, what happened??

Telemachus dashes outside the garden to cautiously confront his father.

"He's gone Tele.."

He responded. His voice sounded tired and yet monotone. Not even facing his son

It was clear onto who "he" was, Telemachus knew about Argos' sickness but they didn't know it was getting towards deathbed levels of bad..

Telemachus, no words exchanged at all, hugged his sad dad tightly..

Odysseus continued to stare at the dog's grave as he wept in his son's arms

[twilightmalachite]

PORTRAIT - Ah, still delay—thou art so ■■■ 4

Author: Akira

Characters: Akiomi, Makoto, Izumi, Arashi

Translator: Mika Enstars

"I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Modeling Office

A couple minutes later, at the agency Kunugi Akiomi belongs to…

Akiomi: —I’ve returned!

(Whew… I only just came back, but I feel so very tired already!)

(I’ll grow old in no time at this rate. Just about ten years and I’m going to be decrepit!)

(It’ll be hard for me to continue my modeling career, and then I’ll be in a pinch!)

Makoto: ……

Akiomi: Oops, sorry. I had brushed you aside.

You can come in, Yuuki-kun.

Makoto: ……

Akiomi: (H-He’s kinda restless, isn’t he? He keeps looking around all over… He’s like a cautious small animal.)

(Maybe he’s a bit of a timid child. Maybe he’s scared, he absolutely refuses to make eye contact with me…)

(Well, I’m usually scared of places where only adults are present, too.)

Makoto: Onii-chan…

Akiomi: Ah, yes, Akiomi-oniichan is here~♪ Handshake~♪

Makoto: Not you… Where’s Onii-chan?

Akiomi: Ahh, you mean Sena-kun. But I told you as we walked here, I doubt he’s at our agency—

Izumi: Aaaaaahhhh!

Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!

Akiomi: (He is here~!? And he’s on a rampage while making some sort of strange noise~!?)

Arashi: Akiomi, Akiomi.

Akiomi: Oh, Narukami-kun. You’re at the agency this late again? Your parents will begin to worry if you don’t head home soon, you know.

Arashi: Home’s fine. Instead, do something about him, please.

Izumi: Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!!

Akiomi: Umm… He’s hard to see since he’s in the dark, but that’s Sena-kun, isn’t it? What is he doing here? And why…?

Arashi: Please don’t flood me with questions.

Um, I’m not sure why, but apparently he’ll be working at our agency from today on.

Akiomi: Is that right? Come to think of it, the president did say something about a transfer to our agency, didn’t he…?

He didn’t look too happy about it though, so I figured it wasn’t anything like a famous model.

I see. So maybe that was Sena-kun he was talking about?

Arashi: I dunno. Instead, can you hurry and do something, Akiomi?

Akiomi: But I don’t know what I can do…

Akiomi: Uhh, Sena-kun, what’s wrong? Are you okay? If you cry, your eyes will turn red and interfere with work tomorrow, you know.

Arashi: Akiomi, you’re so bad at comforting others it’s almost sad.

Akiomi: I’m being pitied by a toddler!?

Izumi: Aaaagh! Shut up, shut up, shut up!

I’m quitting being a model! There’s no point if I can’t work with Yuu-kun! I hate hate HATE Papa and Mama!!

Akiomi: Huh, Yuu-kun?—

Makoto: Onii-chan!

Izumi: …!? Yuu-kun!

Makoto: It’s Onii-chan~…♪

Ehehe, it was true, Onii-chan really was here!

Thank you very much, umm, Akiomi…-oniichan.

It’s all thanks to you. I’m always indebted to you.

Izumi: Onii-chan? Yuu-kun, what are you calling this guy “Onii-chan”?

Izumi: Isn’t that supposed to be meee? Isn’t it I who's your Onii-chan, Yuu-kuuun?

Makoto: Mhm! ♪ But, this person is… Onii-chan, too?

Izumi: So you guys are a threat! You guys are my enemy! All of you, everyone in this agency is my enemy!!

Arashi: …… (Doesn’t say anything and smacks Izumi in the cheek)

Izumi: …!? Aaaahhh! Did you just hit meee!? I’ll kill you!

Akiomi: Wait, don’t fight! Why did you hit him, Narukami-kun?! You can’t use violence!

Arashi: ‘Cause he was annoying…He’s annoying and unpleasant and should just go away.

Izumi: I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!

Akiomi: P-P-P-Please calm down, Sena-kun! I’ll make sure Narukami-kun apologizes!

Arashi: Why should I? Isn’t it his fault for making all that noise?

Makoto: Aha~♪ Onii-chan looks cheerful and happy today!

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[alleykatart]

Happy Pride 2024, everyone!

... when I tell you I am tired.

Do you ever do that thing where you create an OC and then they have a family and friends you also create, and then suddenly there's an entire world in your mind?

Well, I do. About a decade ago, I created four OCs for a roleplaying game I helped run, and when the game closed, their stories changed significantly and kept going.

From left to right: Rhys, Mercy, Kyle, (a random ginger lorez model!) and Soo (with purpley blue hair!) Jason, Joey, Aarav, Colt, Toby, Carter, Shane, Zane, Everett, Kane (and another random lorez model!), Andrea, Tomas, Aster, Dahlia, Theros, and Wren.

Aster, the Swanmay who'd existed since around 2002 or so but got a major update, Soo the Werecat, Toby the librarian and reluctant adventurer, and Wren, the unicorn made mortal.

Andrea has been with Aster since the beginning, first as a teacher, then later as a friend and confidante to Aster. Everett came about in 2016 as Aster's half-Dryad gardener, then Tomas eventually arrived as a handy man and extra muscle around the house (and he has no idea Everett wants to climb him like a tree).

Soo demanded a boyfriend, and got werewolf cutie Jason, and then Jason brought along his shithead cousin Rhys and ex girlfriend and best friend, the witch, Mercy. Rhys brought Kyle, some random powerless twink he started hooking up with and dragged into supernatural things by accident, and now Rhys feels protective of him. (There's also a cousin of Soo and also Mercy's grandmother, but they just didn't fit and I've barely written about either of them, so.) And then Joey, Zane and Kane just sort of showed up and went, "Hi, we're werewolves too."

Toby started life with a friend's character (Arjun), but I feel weird about continually using other peoples OCs (even with permission, which I do have) when I can create my own, so along came Colt as an adventuring partner, and Arjun pops in to say hi sometimes. Then Toby developed an estranged uncle, Carter, and suddenly Carter and Colt had a prior romantic history which complicates Toby and Colt's interest in each other, so then Aarav showed up to appeal to Toby's academic side while Colt appeals to his enjoyment of adventure and securing old, abandoned relics from forces that would abuse them--

And then Wren was suddenly being quietly insistent that he'd like to live with Aster's household, but he'd like a boyfriend too, and suddenly there was Theros and his twin sister Dahlia-

And this isn't even counting my sci-fi crew. 😅

They keep multiplying like bunnies! There's also a curvy vampire hunter named Pixie and a plus size witch named Ariadne but I haven't sorted either of their stories nearly enough yet- and of course there's Dita, but I'm still playing her, and... aaaagh

Help 😅

[qwanderer]

aaaagh I am allergic to everything and I have been having such a hard time for the past week playing "am I sick or is this just allergies?" and "how sick am I?"

So on Monday I had a beast of a sinus headache, and I think it was because it was starting to be really cold for the first time in the season and the heaters at work were running full time to keep up and ejecting all their collected summer allergens on me. So I masked up for the rest of the week at work and that seemed to make things mostly better until like, Thursday right after lunch when I had another sinus headache. I obviously haven't been wearing my mask in the lunchroom and I thought I must have just got an extra dose of allergens that lunch or smth.

So then on Friday I was getting the dreaded post nasal drip which was annoying, and I was like, well sometimes those allergens just ebb and flow. Maybe something at home is aggravating me, or the cold air is doing weird things to my nose.

Saturday morning I was still having unpleasant Symptoms but I was still like "well clearly this is a mystery allergy, or maybe aftereffects of the heaters running at work?" but then I was finally like, "wait. what if I am sick. probably not but what if I am." but I went to socialize anyway which may not have been wise because by the time I was going home in the late afternoon I was experiencing the sensation I refer to as "gunky" which is like. kind of like that feeling you get when you experience muscle stiffness and then rub it out and like, you can sort of Taste the expelled toxins circulating around your body for the next few hours? actually does anyone get this or is this just a weird me thing? Anyway "gunky" is kind of like that only it's centered in the nose and throat rather than the muscles. And I usually only get that when I have a virus.

So this morning I was still feeling gunky and annoyingly symptomatic but also with an overlay of wellbeing, like "oh i'm recovering from a virus" which unfortunately is a thing I tend to experience less than half of the way through the symptoms of a virus, like my body is telling me it has it under control but there is still a lot of cleanup to do before everything is normal again.

But the symptoms were annoying and getting in the way of me focusing on my chores, so I took an extra antihistamine, and then for the next few hours I got to play "am I tired because I'm sick or am I tired because I took an extra antihistamine" but at least I could focus well enough to get my basic chores done. Hopefully I can do some more of the ones I've been meaning to catch up on next week.

Anyway I'm still like. But how sick am I really. On the one hand symptoms are annoying and I needed lots of rest today but on the other hand I'm like. Fine?

And probably I am like. having a normal cold and just my idea of what constitutes fine has been totally thrown off by being chronically ill as a kid and having autistic sensory energy drain from the weather that happens in the warm half of the year and stuff, but even when I know I'm in need of extra care I'm always like "okay but really is this That Bad? I have things to do" because I feel like it happens way too often even though I intellectually Know that how often I'm having that kind of day has nothing to do with how much I need to be gentle with myself about it when it does.

Maybe I should be gentle with myself all the time? No, that doesn't sound right.

Maybe it should sound right.

[podcastingpineapple]

Palisade 38

Elle and Cori... y-yuri........

also: JESSET *BOYFRIEND* CITY. PLEASE GET HIM, HE IS SO TIRED. HE IS SO TIRED AND DRUNK. GET HIM HOME, BRNINE. "Can i move in with you, sorry i will get bread instead" "Situationship".... aaaagh