#i should be asleep but im thinking of him

[bae4faist]

can i get a little sick fic for art?? honestly i dont care who's sick i just love a sick fic. theyre so :(((

Yesss ofccc they’re always so cutee. Also im literally write while sick lol

A healing touch

It was a rainy afternoon when the sky darkened and clouds swept over stanford like a thick blanket. Inside your cozy little dorm, the sound of raindrops tapping against the window provided a soothing backdrop to the quiet atmosphere. You were curled up on the bed, a book in your hands, when suddenly, your pager buzzed with a message from your boyfriend.

“Hey, can you come over? Not feeling great.”

Your heart sank at those words. Art, always the vibrant and energetic spirit, was sick? You quickly gathered your things, grabbing extra blankets and his favourite stuffed elephant (it was really yours but he always loves it)

Upon arriving, the door creaked open, and you were met with a sight that made your heart melt—Art was wrapped in layers of blankets, his hair slightly tousled, and he looked up at you with tired, drooping eyelids. His cheeks were flushed, and he wore a soft, almost vulnerable expression.

“Hey,” he croaked softly, attempting a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Hey, puppy,” you replied, teasing him a little to lift his spirits, knowing how much he loved the nickname. “Let me take care of you.”

“Do I really look that bad?” he chuckled weakly, his voice raspy.

You smiled sympathetically, setting the teddy down and moving closer to him. “Just a little,” you said, gently ruffling his hair, feeling its warmth against your fingers. “Now, how about you get cozy, and I’ll take care of the rest?”

He just nodded, allowing you to wrap a thick blanket around him tighter, tucking it under his chin. You could see him relaxing already, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

“I was thinking,” you said, “that maybe you should just lie down. I can keep you warm.”

Art, a creature of obedience and softness, succumbed to your gentle coaxing like the puppy you fondly called him. With a little lightness in his eyes, he eased his way to the couch, and you arranged the cushions for him, making sure he was comfortable. Then, you go to the bathroom cabinet to grab some medicine.

“Okay baby?” You ask as you give him some of that medicine you found

As he gets comfy, you fetched the remote, turning on his favorite show—even if he was half-asleep, the familiar characters never failed to bring him comfort. You pulled out another blanket and wrapped it around yourself, sitting beside him on the couch, your leg brushing against his.

Throughout the evening, you stayed close, occasionally checking his temperature and adjusting the blanket, ensuring he was warm. When his eyes closed for a moment, you brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, feeling some relief wash over you as he sighed softly, relaxing under your care.

“You’re the best,” he murmured sleepily, and your heart fluttered at his words.

“You know it,” you teased lightly, but your eyes softened as you gazed at him. “I’ll always take care of you, puppy.”

Time seemed to dissolve around you as you shared comfortable silence, occasionally stealing glances at his peaceful face. But as the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and purple, a sudden wave of concern washed over you. You needed to check in on him—physically and emotionally.

With a tender hand, you tucked the blanket over him more securely. “Art, how are you feeling? Really.”

He opened his eyes to meet yours, the gratitude evident in his expression. “Just tired, I guess. You’ve made it better though.”

“Good. Can I do anything else?” You leaned closer, willing to do anything to ease his discomfort.

“Just stay here; I like having you around,” he replied, his voice a soft whimper. “It makes me feel safe.”

Your heart swelled with warmth at his admission. You settled in, resting your head on the armrest and letting the warmth of his presence comfort you both. The two of you were enveloped in a cocoon of blankets, warmth, and shared breaths, creating your little haven amidst the rain.

As you drifted into a peaceful slumber, you felt Art shift slightly, nuzzling against you like a puppy seeking warmth. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him, craddling him.

The soft soft morning light seeped through the curtains, painting the room in gentle hues of gold, you found yourself wrapped up in a cocoon of warmth. Art laid beside you, his brow slightly furrowed, a remnant of discomfort lingering even in slumber. You couldn’t help but admire him, the way his messy hair fanned out on the pillow, and the way his breath came in soft, uneven bursts.

You shifted ever so slightly, tucking the blanket a little closer around you two, hoping the added warmth would soothe him. Nudging him gently with your shoulder, you whispered sweetly into his ear, “Hey, baby. Time to wake up.”

His eyelids fluttered, and he whimpered softly—a soft, endearing sound that tugged at you heartstrings. “No... I can’t be late for class,” he mumbled, trying to sit up.

“No, no, Art. You don't have class today. You’re sick,” you reassured him, you voice a gentle caress against the ruckus of his racing thoughts.

For a moment, he looked confused, lost in the fog of fever and sleep. “But the... the lecture on microeconomics?” He murmured weakly, his eyes still only half open.

You pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. “It doesn’t matter... It can wait. Right now, you just need rest, and I’m right here.”

His brow relaxed with your words, and the tension melted away. He nestled back into your arms, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he have in to the comfort you offered. You wrapped your arms tighter around him, the world outside fading into an idyllic silence.

After a little while, you knew you had to get moving. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get us some breakfast,” you whispered, carefully extricating yourself from his embrace. His sleepy eyes blinked open, a look of disappointment crossing his face.

“Don’t leave...” he murmured, reaching out for me.

“I’ll be just a minute. Don’t worry. Just focus on feeling better, okay?” You smiled, running your fingers through his tousled hair.

He nodded, reluctantly releasing you, and you slipped out of the dorm room, feeling the weight of love and concern in your heart. The campus was quiet, a stark contrast to the flurry of activity it would soon become.

As you walked towards the cafeteria, you spotted Patrick, Art’s only friend, standing outside chatting with a girl. He approached you, a puzzled expression on his face. “Where’s Art?”

You sighed softly, wishing you could alleviate the worry in Patrick’s eyes. “He’s sick, so he’s taking a day off. No tennis practice today.”

“Oh, shit,” Patrick replied, the concern written all over his face. “Thanks for looking after him I guess.”

With a light wave of your hand, you continued on your way, your thoughts lingering on Art. You knew he hated feeling unwell, but he was often so busy with classes and tennis that he sometimes needed the extra push to slow down.

When you returned, a warm paper bag in hand filled with the promise of breakfast, you found him still nestled in your guys’ cozy corner of blankets. You sidled up next to him, placing the bag on the bedside table before leaning in closer.

“Guess what I got?” You teased, your voice light.

His eyes fluttered open, faintly brighter than before. “You didn’t...?”

You chuckled softly, opening the bag and pulling out a couple of churros, still warm and dusted with sugar. “Your favorite.”

His face lit up with a small, appreciative smile, and you couldn’t help but press a quick kiss to his lips before handing him one. “Now, eat up, and don’t argue with me.”

As he took a bite, you watched him savor the sugary warmth, and you could feel your heart swell with adoration. Through the rest of the day, you kept the cheerful mood alive, your sweet nothings slipping from your lips as you scattered kisses like fairy dust over him.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever, you know that?” You cooed as you gently brushed your fingers over his forehead, feeling the warmth start to recede ever so slightly.

“And you’re the most amazing girlfriend. I’m so lucky to have you,” he replied, his voice soft and sincere, making butterflies dance in your stomach.

You spent the day cocooned in each other’s warmth, exchanging soft touches and whispers. You decided on spontaneous movie marathons, laughter mingling with heartfelt conversations and sweet moments of silence. The way he would look at you, his eyes sparkling with affection, made you feel treasured beyond measure.

And the next day, just like that, he was all better.

[itswhattheycallyou]

laying in bed kicking my legs in the air smiling (thinking about animations and drawings of my oc i dont have the time to do)

[purpleshadow-star]

It's kind of funny (heartbreaking) that there were multiple Ravens who wanted a number, to the point where some tried to manipulate Jean into helping them one way or another, but none of them would have been next in line. No matter what they did, there was always someone ahead of them on the list. Someone who wasn't even on the team. That someone wasn't Neil. Neil was a surprise to everyone, including Riko. That someone was Andrew.

Kevin might have had to beg Riko to go visit Andrew, and Riko might have laughed at Kevin and dismissed Andrew when Andrew turned him down, but make no mistake, if Andrew had accepted and had become a Raven, he would have taken that #4 spot within his first year.

If we're being real, Andrew had more of a chance at becoming part of the perfect Court than any of those Ravens ever had. Even Jean thinks of Andrew as one of them.

The other Ravens never stood a chance.

[unriding]

me n moze say good morning to the world !!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

art by @rabbbitseason of course <3

[aether-weather]

DP FANDOM. i call on you with A Question.

please answer this i need other people's opinions!!!!!

[oifaaa]

Thinking about the rule of three and how if a good writer got ahold of Dick then maybe the next time Dick gets to go full righteous anger on a guy the fucker he's punching doesn't get back up

[vigilskeep]

if you took a bad enough hit while dao rock armour was active, could you have scars from blunt force trauma that spiderweb like cracks in stone

[salt-n-salt]

HI! Wishing you the best for finals!

Sorry if it's a bother but I just realised that I haven't actually made a clear distinction between my two besties.

The screenshot one absolutely is not a Shane girlie, like AT ALL. And the horse friend is a very big Shane fan for the exact same reasons as you.

This image encapsulates these two cause they obsess over the same characters but SHANE is the one divide.

Thank you for looking at this goofy ass not-an-ask and as thanks, here's some teaser sketches for the Apollo ref sheet and a WIP Shane on fire for an au I'm cooking up🙇‍♂️

AGAIN BEST OF LUCK WITH FINALS!!!

CRUNCHY ! TWO THINGS !

to ur boob-loving and shane-hating friend .. i ask .. how can u hate a man w honkers THAT honking .. close ur eyes and let the boobs be all he is .. 👩‍💼 as evidence i offer to the court shane and haley comparing boob sizes:

TWO ! it’s criminal and actually illegal that I haven’t given u an apollo yet so I’m dropping one here 🤭 in a skin tight shirt bc im sure u know why

ALSO IM STILL EXCITED TO SEE UR SHANE ON FIRE AU .. SALEM WITCH TRIAL SHANE AU ..

[cheshitora]

oh nothing, just imagining latino!baji and you growing up in a barrio your whole life, never knowing anything outside of your normal lives of poverty. the one driving force keeping you two sane is the bond you share together and a passion you picked up from the neighboring teens - dancing. but not any dancing, salsa.

you were the first to experience the older kids entangled in the passionate dance, your eyes glued to their connected bodies as they spun, kicked and enchanted the dancefloor. a young girl noticed you out of the corner of her eye as her partner spun her around in circles, a soft smile on her face as she trotted towards your hiding spot.

she took your hand into hers, her palm clammy from the heat of the night and exersion of the dance. she was your teacher - you, her pupil. everything you learned was her doing and she made sure to teach you not just the steps, but how to seduce your partner, how to draw them in and keep them on their toes, how to never let the fire die out until the dance is over.

after perfecting your newly acheived craft, you sought out a dance partner, someone to move melodically with you, the read the dance as well as you could. you knew only one person who could match your energy - baji. and baji, of course, told you no.

it took days, weeks of convincing a clearly undeterred baji to be your dance partner and after a month of begging and pleading, he caved in, just to shut you up. he wasn't the most coordinated at first and definitely not the most patient, becoming frustrated if he messed up a step or if you stepped on his foot, even once bumping heads with each other as you tried to practice your turns.

it took longer than expected, with baji turning out to be a better partner than you could've initially imagined. despite the first few days of missteps and pent up frustration, you noticed how fast baji picked up the steps, how easily he swayed to the music, how his body fit perfectly against yours like missing puzzle pieces, the chemistry between the two of you palpable as the days carried on.

the weeks and months carried on and your dancing progressed, along with your growing feelings for baji. you hadn't expected to fall for your childhood best friend, only intending to have the perfect dance partner to dance the nights away with and now, you truly only envisioned baji on those nights with you.

you could almost feel the way his rough hands gripped your waist, his hips pressed tight against yours as your bodies traced the rhythm of the music, his darkened eyes gazing into yours as the dance heightened, reaching its peak before coming to a reluctant close.

suddenly, all of your thoughts contained visions of your raven haired dance partner. you couldn't get him out of your head, images of his hardened body towering over you plastered into your mind, making it nearly impossible to be in his presence, prompting you to almost avoid him entirely, though this hadn't gone unnoticed by baji.

during another practice session, your eyes consistently avoided his, looking in every other direcfion but his, his frustration growing as you continued to mess up the steps to your dance. the final straw was you turning so fast without realizing and slamming into his chest as you came to a halt, the two of you toppling over onto the beaten ground of his basement.

your inital reaction was to stand back up apologize. instead, as you looked down at him, your body draped not-so-delicately over his, leaned down to softly brush your lips against his, your heart going 100 mph in your chest as he looked at you, his eyes widened in surprise. it dawned on you what you wete doing but before you could even muster an apology, let alone form another thought, he reached out, placing his hand behind your head, pulling you down into another deep kiss.

and after a few more heated seconds, he pulled away from you, your breaths mingling as you gazed into each other's eyes, a mutual understanding of your unspoken feelings for the other. with a grin, baji stood back up on his feet, dusting off his clothes as he helped you off the floor. the night was still young and practice was far from over, but this time, it was baji who would take the lead.

"eyes up here," he commanded, pointing into his own for your understanding. you nodded, a cheerful smile on your face as he took your hand into his, his arm snaking around your waist, pressing you against him as you carried out the rest of your night, a new future mounting over the horizon as you danced the night away.

or you know, something like that.

[jfkisonthemoon]

they honestly couldve done so much with junpei beheaded/dismembered and im disappointed that it ended up just being mira. so much of his character and his relationship with akane is characterized by his lack of bodily autonomy, and him being openly beheaded during the nonary games would be the ultimate example of this. its perhaps the most brutal death in the game, and it never really gets explained or developed beyond the one puzzle that we get with it. junpei has been shown repeatedly to be subject to akane's plans or follow her blindly and i just think that would have been a really interesting angle to approach his beheading from. junpei has willingly signed up for nonary games in two different timelines just because he knew he would see her. he was infected with a deadly virus trying to find her. he grew desensitized to death as he took underground jobs to try and find her. his safety always comes second when shes in the picture, and his beheading wouldve been a prime opportunity to 1. exploit his willingness to let himself die/be injured for her and 2. make akane confront the fact that her confidence that junpei will always follow after her is not necessarily a positive thing.

[possamble]

realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille

[crossnamara]

horrible when music reminds me of people. what do you MEAN all of a verbal equinox and fucking. dirty little secret (bc she had it on her playlist for me) reminds me of my ex fwb.... girl..........................

[cloudcountry]

i love how i come back to twst post about how much i hate idia for a few days and then leave again it's such a cycle

[spaghett-onaplate]

Oh I IMMENSELY fucked up this morning now I'm gonna be almost an hour late to work 😭

[artheresy]

Oh my GOD, stayed up all night it's currently 6 am for me, to reread the entirety of Castle Swimmer because I saw it was coming back today (or I guess technically yesterday) AND I FEEL INSANE

I love when old interests come back to me, I feel like I need to scream over Kappa and Siren so badly

I have so many thoughts in my head, if anything happens to either one of them, I am leaving this world. If anything bad happens to Neth or Mucku or GOD MONO AND GALOO??? You will once again be gone from this earth /j

The thoughts I have are immense, I want to cry so badly SO BADLY Seeing Kappa's backstory with the healer and his scales, put me in physical pain, I never got there originally when I read it a while ago so seeing it now? Devastated me, I wasn't prepared

Also, the whales? Make me very curious? I'm just thinking about the way they work and their slumber works and I'm just... a hhhh... and while I don't think this will end up applying to him, imagining what the implications could have for Kappa is making my head hurt thinking about it

[sparkleyiff]

Not sure if I'll be doing anything more for artfight this year I am. suffering. sorry :(