#i will be a nuisance for as long as i can

[erwinsvow]

What about reader being Langdon’s sister 👀 she’s so different to her older brother, sweet and quiet and doesn’t show off, Langdon is definitely the protective type as well, can imagine if we had seen them interact more Abbot and Langdon would butt heads frequently

ooooo i like this a lot. as always its langdons adopted sister dont forget it folks. hmm you’re cooking because it would be really funny if everyone was expecting langdon 2.0. little langdon!!!! like little grey. and maybe you’re very different from him so it’s even funnier. if someone asks for langdon they have to clarify which one. if they say ‘the nice one’ they mean you!! i think it’d be funny to see them bickering over patient care like siblings fighting over a toy. your langdon-ness really comes out when you’re arguing with frank over course of action but disappears with virtually everyone else though they know it’s inside of you (like when a patient is rude and you say something biting without thinking twice about it or when it comes to defending your favorite attending because your brother is a dumbass. guess who, by the way.) because they put you on night float after the first few months because everyone’s gotta suck it up and try it at least once. you didn’t even expect yourself to like it as much as you do, though you know why you do. in a sea of a hundred people in day shift telling you you’re nothing like frank, jack stops you after your first night shift and tells you he sees a lot of your brother in you. and you’re confused but it’s seven am so you go home and think about what he meant the entire day. ask for an explanation the next day—you know robby likes your brother but you’ve never heard anything about jack getting along with him (makes sense. your brother is such a nuisance. you don’t know how mel puts up with him all day.) and then jack says something about how you both have great instincts and quick hands and when you jump headfirst into a trauma and say you’ve got a spidey sense about something he sees frank in you back when he was a first year on night float with jack. and your response is you think i have great instincts? and so he kind of laughs and you kind of stick to night shift long after you should have begged to be pulled off. and oh ho, boy is your brother mad when he finds out you two are dating. even besides the age difference which is appalling to him (though he watched heather and robby go nuts for each other for six months their first year and did nothing but encourage heather to go for it) he’s your boss!!! he’s your attending!! it’s a conflict of interest (like him dating a co-resident isn’t when he’s about to be an attending next year.) and suddenly frank goes from arguing with you at every turn to very seriously defending you and having a stern conversation with jack about his intentions and eventually cracks and yells at him—by the way, jack is still his attending, he’s still a fourth year—and yells something like you can’t date my sister! and then something else about you’re twice her age and she’s a first year and i don’t care about robby and collins and this is not the same thing and- jack listens very patiently, and then looks around at the dozen people who overheard the conversation, pats frank on the shoulder, and walks away. and when you find out what happened is the first time everyone in the day shift saw just how much like frank you could really be

[animalsalvationassociation]

[ DO NOT REPOST, ALL ART & CONCEPTS WERE MADE BY ME ]

Father Finlee (Full Name Unknown)

Species: Alexander Archipelago Wolf (AKA Black Wolf)

Accent: Russian

Role:

Leader of the Order of the Light

Former Slave of the Призрачный щит Fortress (AKA The Phantom Shield) Lead by the Followers of the Great леший (Leshiy)

Relations:

Mother Zinaida, Mama Izolda, Sister Tatiana, Sister Iness, Sister Jelena (His wives, who have bore him 21 children)

Joseph Hughes (Right Hand, Head of his Guard)

Saídê of the Palace (Enemy, Former Slavemate, Fellow Soldier)

Maren of the Palace (His once desired)

Y.N. Palace (Former Follower . . . Chosen one of the вознесенный)

Fale Tsuyoshi (Enemy, Target)

The Spectator (Selected Ally)

The Hatter Trio (Questionable Alliance)

Personality:

Cult? Cult.

Astute. Finlee is nothing but careful in everything he does. Every move is calculated, precise. Even as a young pup he saw things others didn’t. 

He has quite the temper but he doesn’t show it as often as he used to. He was much more brash and hard headed as a young man, and would easily throw himself in harm's way for a more “brutal” result.

(Man was a BEAST on the battlefield, I'm just saying~)

He prefers to dominate his opponents in the most humiliating way possible, but pure violence is never off the table.

Man is a PERV!!!! P. E. R. V. E. R. T.–PERVERT!!! Do NOT be alone with him!!!! I repeat, you cannot trust this man! – I understand he’s attractive, don’t do itttttttt I begggggg TvT

I don’t care if you’re happily married with two kids and a grandchild, I’m still going to FLIRT with you!!!!

(Wow that wasn’t specific at alllll)

“My dear~” in the most husky voice he can manage (Me: *bangs face into table 20 times*)

Imagine a very flirty Shere Khan (Jungle Book) . . . Yes.

. . . . masochist

How old are youuuuu????

(Answer: Ancient)

It’s called . . .  torture~

(Literally his favorite pastime.)

Somehow this man has weaseled his way into every one of my friend’s hearts. They are all followers now, I literally don’t know what to tell you. Finlee has irl followers . . . I SEE YOU GOOGLING HOW TO FIND THE COMMUNE STOP IT!!!!

Neat freak, everything must be organized.

“Pick it up!” – “Nah” – “PICK. IT. UP.” – “Well since you said it like that . . . No <3”

(The man who tested his patience was promptly murdered at the scene. – @urautismdiagnosis-wistie )

The most Russian man that has ever Russianed . . . but evil.

Torture may be his favorite hobby but revenge? That’s his passion in life.

Screw you America.

Don’t ask also . . .

I am so sorry Fae.

No you don’t get context.

I should feel bad for Y.N.

“Should” being the opportune word here . . . @calamaroo 👀

I did . . . and then I started writing the Light Arch . . . Ya’ll need to apologize.

Don't ask why just do it!

I only feel bad for them before and after this arch . . . never during . . . you guys are meannnnn

Grade A Nuisance upon every sound minded person.

Oh you weren’t insane BEFORE you met him?

WeLl YoU aRe NoW!!!!!!!

For some reason his main wife, Mother Zinaida, is literally the only person he actually treats with equal respect. THIS MAN LOST AN EYE FOR HER!!! (Sure she lost an arm but it’s the thought that counts . . . right?)

TREATS 👏 HER 👏 Right 👏 . . . we are still trying to figure out if the other wives get that same privilege . . . *shrug*

Finlee has been around for a VERY long time. He knows what he’s doing. That being said, if you’re on his list (whichever one that may be) he already knows everything about you, down to your daily routine.

He knows your favorite food, your fav. picnic spot, where you keep your grandmother’s diadem, even your mother’s elementary boy crush.

It’s too late for you.

Finlee has his ways.

I promise, you do NOT trust himmmmm!!!

DON’T FALL FOR HIS HOTNESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!

TwT

Listen at your own risk . . .

Welcome home my dear~

[ This is a Octonauts AU, in no way is this canon to the OG storyline. ]

[voidpants]

demisexual john of liechtenstein?

‘I'd let him bed me.’

The thought strikes him, sitting in the basement, wine on his tongue, and Samuel's reluctantly smiling face golden in the candlelight, looking so unguarded that John can imagine it possible that he might reach out and actually touch him.

‘With nothing to gain, I'd still let him, if he wanted it. I'd let him, just to see what he looks like when he does.’

It's a mad thought, and John feels frozen in place, breath caught in his lungs, something half sickness and half longing churning in his stomach.

He's never… It's the first time he's considered the act as anything other than part of a calculation, a means to an end. It's the first time he's thought he might actually… enjoy it?

Sam touching him wouldn't be like the men and women he takes to bed for information, for favors, for blackmail. Not like Jobst's hand on his shoulder, pushing him to his knees. It wouldn't be rote, just following a script and hoping it'll be over before he runs out of correspondence to draw up in his mind.

Sam touching him would be… so welcome that the very thought of it makes John's skin tingle with the want of it. Sam touching him would make John ache with the need for more. It would keep his mind pinned down, helpless to be anything other than present in the moment, to pay attention - study Sam - lest he miss even a single expression passing over his handsome face.

Sam-

Sam is looking at him, eyes creased in something not quite worry, but definitely something like concern. “John? Mine Chaver, are you alright?”

The endearment hits his face like a cloud of steam, and he can only pray the heat in his cheeks is not as visible as it feels.

"Oh, quite alright,” he manages to laugh, hopefully not sounding too hysterical, despite the way his voice has gone a bit too high. “Just… maybe I'm a bit deeper in my cups than I thought.”

Sam's frown doesn't entirely ease, but he relaxes and sits back. “You're admitting to it? It must be bad then. Perhaps it's time to call it a night,” he says, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth in that way that John has come to spend too much time trying to coax out of him. He finishes the last of his wine while John tries not to stare at his throat moving, before standing and collecting the dishes, pausing briefly to rest a hand on John's shoulder on his way out. “Good night, nuisance of mine,” he says, voice soft and low and reverberating in the marrow of John's bones.

‘You don't have to leave, there's a bed right there.’

“Yes!” he doesn't squeak, through some combination of force of will and miracle. "Yes, good night to you too, Sam.”

Oh, this is a problem.

[things-you-may-need-to-hear]

"Are you still sick? It's been so long." "When you're able to eat normally again, we can go to..." "But you're getting better every day, right?" "Do you really want to give up and let your life be just this?" "Why don't you go to take walks in nature? That's good for you." "Jesus will cure you. You have to start praying." "When are you back to being normal?" "When are you back to being normal?" "When are you...?" I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T FUCKING KNOW! I'M SORRY! FUCK.

[lilithofpenandbook]

Sometimes Severus comes up to Minerva. Right up behind her when she's busy. He'll stand there for a good minute as she works on marking assignments and cursing the boy's youthful energy and brilliant eyes- both of which directly responsible for his finishing his work in half the time it takes her.

"What is it, Severus?" Minerva sighs. Might as well get the obligatory nonsense over and done with, she was due a dose of Severus's antics by now (Merlin forbid he go more than three days without bothering her with nonsensical questions or infuriating wit).

"Am I ugly, Minerva?" he asked. Never there was a being with such innocence in their voice.

Minerva took a moment to take in a breath and silently call on all her patience and all her strength. "Yes, very." Her tone was blunter than the knives used to decorate at Halloween- an incident with some particularly idiotic third years had them ban anything sharper than the corners of a book during the Halloween celebrations.

Severus gasped as if stabbed. "What? Minerva, I thought we were friends!"

Minerva snorted. "Any time we interact, it's completely against my will."

"Minerva! you lie so shamelessly it shocks me." Severus made as if to swoon, a hand clutching the right of his chest.

"You must be shocked; your heart isn't where it should be."

Honestly, Minerva had to admire the fact that the insolent little kitten did not falter in his dramatics with her pointing out the key flaw in his act. If anything, he seemed to be encouraged.

"Ay! The pain of the shock, it has spread throughout my chest! Ah, I cannot breathe!" Severus swayed on his feet, leaning against the chair that Minerva was sitting in. "Oh, how your lie shocks me!"

"Well, then, you had better tell me what exactly I lied about," Minerva said briskly, "before you gasp all the air out of your skinny little lungs, laddie."

"You said," the boy said, a sudden glint in his eye and none of the apparent weakness, standing to face her and one of those long, delicate fingers pointed straight at her, "you said, that our interactions are without your will."

"That is no lie, what part of this looks like it's my will?" Minerva replied, knowing full well she wasn't going to appreciate the cheeky answer Severus had prepared for her.

"Why, the part where you remain for my company, mother," Severus replied, his voice light. "Surely, if you didn't want this, you would have, in your infinite wisdom, simply have employed your great power and assumed your famous feline form and just walked away from me."

Minerva fought her smile. His cheek was infuriating while his logic impeccable. "Perhaps I am simply conversing my energy, you arrogant wee rascal."

"You? Too lazy to avoid a nuisance?" Severus scoffed. "Minerva, you wound me. Don't you know how I know you? You've done much more to avoid the mildest of annoyances, do you truly think I believe that you are here against your will merely to converse your energy?"

Minerva let him see the flicker of a smile disgusted as a smirk, letting the bothersome raven have a little treat for his cleverness, hinting to him that he had essentially won this particular argument. "At my age you no longer have the patience to waste on annoyances. You learn to value your peace. You will understand that some day, I hope, little one."

"And if I die, my hair still black and my skin still smooth?"

Merlin, did the child have a turn towards the morbid. Minerva ignored the voice in her that told her that this would have been a retort of her own had she been in a similar conversation.

"Then you'll die a fool."

"A fool, perhaps, but my funeral will be the biggest," he replied, moving to sit on her desk and grabbing the biscuit jar. Minerva intercepted, lifting it from his grip and replacing it with a towel. His protests died in his confusion at the towel, and Minerva huffed and began to wipe his hands as if he was a child. She did not trust him to correctly clean his hands after handling goodness knows what when experimenting with his potions and she didn't care if he knew it.

"Aye, and how did you figure that?" she asked.

"Surely if I die young, I shall be the first. Therefore you all will be part of the funeral-"

"What makes you think I would want to attend your funeral, you little rascal?" She let go of his hands, almost satisfied that they weren't contaminated.

Severus ignored her and instead took a biscuit from the jar. "You will all be there, therefore I will have the biggest funeral. If I die old, you all shall be gone, so my funeral will be the smallest."

Minerva tried not to think of how depressing that sounded, how lonely it seemed. For a brief moment she felt guilty for being so old and he so young. She involuntarily could see him in her mind's eye, going through their funerals until he stood alone. She and the others- Rolanda, Pomona, Poppy, even Fillus and Hagrid- they were all of an age, weren't they? They could expect their lives to reach the end around the same time, surely? Severus was but a child next to them, he'd stand alone one day.

Minerva tried to ignore the ache in her chest at the thought of him standing alone. Merlin, no. He was far too young. No.

"You truly are besotted with the morbid and the miserable, you melanchonic masochist," she said, her tone just a trifle too sharp to be a simple retort.

Severus paused, swallowing the biscuit. Then he answered. "Ah, but the morbid is much more fascinating, the forbidden has a certain thrill, dear mother." His voice was a little softer, and his fingers, slightly coated in crumbs, were gentle when he tapped her forehead. He was sorry he upset her.

"You and your thrills," Minerva scolded, "yet you cannot even eat a biscuit without making a mess of yourself." Yet even as she spoke, the hand that she used to swipe the crumbs away, was gentle, almost tender, in its movement. She had quite forgiven him.

How could she remain angry? At this boy who looked at her with a scowl of indignation yet whose deep, dark eyes twinkled with mischief and cleverness and brilliance, who stood taller than her, yes, yet was far more delicate in his build than she had ever been, whose hair was as dark as hers had been in her youth, carelessly falling across his forehead. No, she could not remain angry.

If only he had been in Gryffindor, perhaps then she would have noticed him sooner. Or rather, if only her eyes didn't only open for her Gryffindors. How this boy could ever look at her without resentment and anger, she didn't know. Then again, he had been so incredibly isolated and lonely, was it any wonder he let go of his rightful grudges and instead accepted her friendship?

Minerva blinked as if soot from the fireplace got in her eyes. She didn't want him to notice the tears that almost inevitably formed whenever she thought about him. Who would have thought that she'd cry so much for the little devil?

"I'll leave you to your work, dear mother," Severus said cheerfully, hopping off her desk.

"Aye, after you've cleared out my biscuit jar, you villain" Minerva grumbled, looking into the empty jar. Severus shrugged.

"You ought to see it as a compliment towards your taste, really," Severus said. "But I see I have taken the last of your patience"- for indeed, Minerva looked ready to strangle him- "so I shall take my leave. Good night, my good Headmistress, and may you have peace in the silver embrace of the moon!"

And with a laughing twinkle in his eye and a boyish bow, Severus Snape left the room.

Minerva sighed. She wasn't sure if it was out of relief, or because she may have felt some sorrow at his departure.

The door opened again, and a rather meek Severus poked his head in.

"Er, Minerva?" he asked.

"Yes, Severus?"

"Er." Severus stepped in, looking away from her, walking with the awkward gait of a newborn foal, and the nervousness of a deer. "Er, Minerva?"

"Yes, Severus?"

"Am I really ugly, mother?" His voice was a whisper. His raven hair curtained his face, hiding his shame at asking such a pathetic question, and his fingers picked at one of the cuticles of a nail.

Minerva smiled, and walked to him. Softly she brushed the boy's hair out of his face and gently tucked it behind his ear.

"Only as long as you let yourself believe it, dear heart."

[shootingstarrfish]

DOES MY FAVORITE 33 YEAR OLD BOBBY GRILL (gender neutral) HAVE A JOB???????

yeah his job is being cute <3

[eruhamster]

was thinking about how hua cheng was a violent menace to society pre-3rd ascension - like the rumors weren't wrong or just about the 33 gods, cuz even just in the early reverend of empty words arc as he's going through the list sqx gives xie lian, he's like 'oh no yeah i killed this guy, this guy, this guy, he xuan killed this guy, i killed this one too... ....like they deserved it tho gege. you'd get it if you were there'

and he's always been a little psychotic, like he as a small child survived a whole assault on the battlefield -in front of xie lian, ie didn't just survive by basis of xie lian being so strong- and was like, slaughtering what had to have been grown men. he killed people(and we know he did, he never got the face disease despite coming in direct contact with the first victims and also becoming a nurse) and didn't even seem fazed by it, even while xie lian himself was trembling afterward about having killed people for the first time, 7 years his senior and having grown up with a sword in his hand.

so like. do you guys think he ever gets like that now. like after the honeymoon phase ends and xie lian insists on going back to scrap collecting because he can't just stay idle forever (and we know he still does this given the bedtime story extra), hua cheng starts causing trouble if his gege's not around.

half of me feels like he wouldn't wanna make his gege disappointed in him so he wouldn't get too bad but i can't shake how funny it would be if the heavens have to beg xie lian to take hua cheng with him on scrap collecting trips, like an unruly child that cannot be trusted alone and won't react well to babysitters

[necrotic-nephilim]

as an apology for being gone for a month, have a uquiz i spent a week making! pls feel free to reblog with which character you got, i worked way too hard on this silly little thing. there are eight different characters you can get that are varying levels of unknown, with comic recommendations for each character <3

[chibishortdeath]

I just realized that I have a TON of picmix gifs I haven’t shown yet : O. Lydie’s gets to be her own separate post because I love her she’s so bestie and I’m very proud of this one :3.

[shinmiyovvi]

Happi Lena :>

[clowningaroundmars]

just got bloodwork done yesterday... results came back and some of them are uhh Not Normal

... now to wait for the phone call that will clarify what we're gonna have to do abt it :|

[decalcomanique]

hmmmmm. not feeling too swell

[frogshipping]

🍎 🍇 🧅

Hi, Rebecca my beautiful mutual. Thank you for the ask as always <3

I'm answering for just one f/o today I think (feelin lazy lol)

🍎 - How easily does your f/o get sick? How stubborn are they about getting themself treated, or having their wounds taken care of?

Goku rarely gets sick, but when he does he can be quite stubborn! It's not that he doesn't want to be treated; it's that he doesn't like medicine, or having to lay in bed all day for multiple days. He will try to exercise or train while sick, and it can sometimes end up in an argument. Because he shouldn't be doing that! He needs rest! He's gonna make himself feel worse! But Goku doesn't care, 'cause he doesn't like being idle for more than a day. Goku also isn't the biggest fan of doctors, especially when sick. He's terrified that he might be given a shot instead of oral medicine, especially when he resists taking them. He's fine with getting wounds/injuries treated though, whether by a medical professional or Viti, as long as no one points a syringe his way (same tbh)

🍇 - Is your f/o more generous or more selfish?

I feel like Goku leans more towards selfish, though not terribly so. He doesn't always consider others feelings, however that's more out of ignorance than anything else. He wants what he wants, and it's not easy to change his mind when he's locked onto something. Even if it gets in the way of others or anyone's plans beyond his own. But he does care about others, and is around when it matters the most. He gives people the benefit of the doubt, even when they don't deserve it.

🧅 - What are people’s initial reactions to your f/o, and what have you learned about them now that you’re close to each other?

A lot of people think that Goku is dumb, or way too naïve, but that certainly isn't the case. He can be an airhead, sure, even ignorant at times, but he's definitely not stupid. He's very knowledgeable about his interests, strategic, observant when he wants to be, and aware of himself and his surroundings.

Viti discovers that he's also more emotionally aware than others believe. He doesn't always show it, because he doesn't think it's any of his business when people are upset or bothered. He'll offer an open ear or a shoulder to lean on, but won't press. He comes off as more nonchalant as a result. But he can tell when something's not right, or when somebody is excited but hiding it, or when the mood switches because of poorly spoken words. He knows, he just doesn't show that he does. Though with Viti, he will. With her, he makes the effort to.

[connormoving]

i think itis funny in the past when i would list my interests as if i post abt them i donot post abt the shit im into rly Mainly bc im not rly Into Into anything anymore i occasionally watch or read or play something but i dont do fandom stuff rly much.... just sometimes i get brainworms

[lanternlightss]

missing venti hours

[quietwingsinthesky]

everything about millie would make her such a great candidate for being an angel vessel except for the fact that she would be a massive cunt about it