#i’m violently ill rn

[cypressmoons]

neuvillette doesn’t care for spending money on niceties.

he cares even less about the holidays. he finds the blatant consumerism to be exhausting, the constant pressure to always give, give, and give more, as if he should pretend to care about every person he’s ever spoken to while they pretend to care about him, fake smiles and forced pleasantries like it would cost them a limb if they did anything else. it’s nothing but a façade held up by the sweet coaxing words of material culture.

but when he sees the warm yellow of the string lights reflected in your eyes like the dancing shimmer in a snow globe, he caves in.

his expression softens as he willingly lets you drag him around the christmas market. the air smelled of overpriced fried spiral potatoes from a nearby food stall, and the sky above your heads are lit with a million tiny little starry lights, pieced together by strings hooked on the walls to either side of you. and stretching as far as his eyes can see is the crowd, decked out in hats and mittens and for archons’ sake, reindeer antler headbands.

it would not have been his activity of choice for his sunday evening, but who was he to say no to you?

a surprised gasp escapes your lips as you tug excitedly on his sleeve, pointing at the store window that has every single possible ornament one can think of. your feet are leading the both of you there before he can even react, and the next thing he knows is the strong waft of warm air hitting his face when you pull open the door.

an oversized christmas tree sits in the middle of the store, the branches bending under the weight of hundreds of ornaments, ribbons, and glittery gift tags with people’s well wishes written on them. neuvillette barely takes his eyes off of you for one second and you’re gone, his arm suddenly feeling empty as you’re already far down the aisle, picking up and examining every ornament that catches your eye like a child being shown the entire world’s supply of candy.

he’s not one to like crowded and overheated places, but the lovestruck smile remains permanently etched on his lips as he squeezes through the crowd to find you. noticing him coming, you hold out your arms to show him the ornament you’re holding like a kid proudly showing off their drawing.

“look! it’s soooo cute!”

you spin the little plastic dog around to give him a better look. it’s a clever looking golden retriever with a red santa hat and a string of colourful christmas tree ornaments around his neck.

“it is very cute, love,” he admits, not missing the way your contagious smile seems to grow bigger. he wonders how people around you haven’t started smiling yet.

your eyes slightly widen when you flip the price tag around, quickly putting the ornament back into its place. “oh,” you exclaim softly, more so to yourself before launching into a self-reassuring affirmation, “i don’t need this i don’t need this i don’t need this-”

“y/n.”

neuvillette’s voice cuts off your muttering and you halt in an almost cartoonish way, blinking at him in question.

“you can get anything you want.”

“but it’s twenty dollars-”

“it’s on me.”

your mouth drops open in surprise, but only for a second before you quickly gather your composure.

“it’s so overpriced though, we already have so many ornaments at home-”

“love.” he cuts you off again, this time with a warm hand to your cheek so you could look at him, “you can have anything you want.”

you almost melt, and it’s definitely not from the store’s heater on full blast.

“really?” you eye the little dog again, tempted by such a cute thing but still hesitant. you never liked when other people spent money on you. the happiness from seeing the adorable little face is not worth the marked up price and the guilt that comes with having people buy things for you.

“anything you want,” neuvillette repeats. he probably will not rest until he sees you happy with the small golden retriever toy in your hands.

and so you do. he does not hesitate when the cashier tells him the total price or when he taps his card on the pinpad. even with the million lights on the tree and overhead, all he can see is the bright twinkle in your eyes and your grin as you thank him yet again for indulging you.

neuvillette doesn’t care for spending money on niceties, unless it is you on the receiving end. he would gladly give all the money he has without a second thought just to see your smile, so beautiful and so radiant that it puts the star on top of the tree to shame.

and that night, as you snuggle into him under the blankets, the little christmas tree in your home has a new friend.

© cypressmoons 2023, do not copy, steal, repost, or translate.

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[arthur-lesters-left-arm]

guys. guys in part 21 arthur walks up to the bar and says “blood” almost instinctively because his typical order is a blood and sand !!!

[nympippi]

✨✨✨

[dooanuh]

dean and cas bumping knees or playing footsies under the table, dean and cas squeezing each other’s shoulders, dean and cas leaving a playful pat that lingers just a stretch too long, dean and cas upping the physical touch in general just to affirm that the other is there

[bright-and-burning]

got home + burst into tears as soon as i sat down

[eastoncowan]

knies-matthews-domi line at practice... how does it feel

oh my god… keefe i know you’re just trying to come crawling back to me to gain my affections, but goddamn if it isn’t working… this quite possibly could be the greatest news i have heard in weeks. when i read this ask i actually ‘yippee!!’d out loud thank you so very much

[uwunnie]

OKAY I FINISHED EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO AND I’M CRYING

[userlando]

that anon is a genuis? the showering one 🥺

okay okay I’m still gonna write a full on fic but I wanted to do the showering together rn because I have no shame, but but I hope you enjoy this lil fluffy thing

take care of you (2.k words) lando norris x fem!reader sickfic

You were never sick, and that’s why Lando was getting worried. The both of you had always laughed at the thought of being ill, boasting a little too much about your amazing immune systems and now it’s come to bite you in the ass.

It had started as - what you thought was - a hangover, having a little too much to drink at the bar where Max had practically forced you to come two days ago. Lando hadn’t really been feeling it, still a little sore from the race a few days prior and in need of a night in where he could just relax. But you’d both gone eventually, had a good time and then you’d woken up violently ill the next morning.

Lando had set aside his aversion to vomit, quietly gagging as he tried to nurse you back to health. But it had become clear that it wasn’t just the aftermath of the night before coming to haunt you. Your nose had turned stuffy, voice hoarse and your fevers were running high. Dangerously so. Lando had never seen you so drained of energy before and it was starting to scare him.

He’d ignored your protests of staying away, not wanting him to catch whatever the fuck was making you feel like death was knocking on your front door but Lando was nothing but stubborn, glaring angrily at you when you tried to wave him off.

Max had dropped in to dump a plastic bag of medicine and everything a pharmacy held before fleeing, saying that whatever you had, he didn’t want it. You just wished Lando had the same attitude.

You didn’t want to admit it out loud though, that a part of you was glad that you had your best friend by your side to look after your basic needs when you couldn't. He always ran cold and it was a great advantage as he sat by your side as you went in and out of consciousness, placing his chilly hand on your forehead and cheek to hopefully stave off the fever.

By day two, he’d had enough. His stomach was twisting in worry, and he’d rang his mum three times - looking for advice or anything to help with her in a different country. You’d been a little delirious, skin slick with sweat as you laid on the bed; barely conscious and drifting between that place where you're not quite lucid, but you're also not completely knocked out. Lando would’ve thought that you were sleeping if it weren’t for the mouth breathing and little whimpers you occasionally let out when the pain in your head spiked out of nowhere.

It was three in the morning when you sniffled, waking up from your doze and blinking at him. You looked so miserable that he couldn’t help but feel sorry for you, brushing a few strands of hair sticking to your forehead and ignoring the fact that your hair was absolutely soaking. Anxiety was already gripping his heart in a fist and he couldn't handle feeding into it anymore, in fear of it bursting at the seams.

“Do you need anything?” He asked, voice quiet as to not worsen your headache but you still groaned like he’d put a megaphone to your ear and screamed into it.

You made a pathetic attempt at shaking your head, and the little gesture made him smile in endearment when you nuzzled the side of your face against the pillow; squishing your nose and mouth into the damp fabric.

“No.” You murmured. “‘s so hot.”

He glanced at the one too many covers and blankets on you, thinking that maybe he’d gone overboard with his mum’s advice to ‘let you sweat your fever out’.

“I know, bug.” He frowned a little. “You’ll be okay soon.”

“I feel like I’ve taken a nap in the devil’s arse.” You complained and Lando laughed, a bit relieved that your humour was still there.

He thought back on his mum’s advice that he’d immediately brushed off with heated cheeks as soon as the words left her mouth. Let her have a shower, it’ll do wonders for her, poor girl.

How was Lando supposed to get you in the shower when you hadn’t even left the bed for days? He glanced down at you and sucked his teeth, hands going to push the covers from your body before he could second guess himself. You made a sound of confusion when he grabbed at your hands, helping you sit up.

“What are you doin’?” Your speech was a little slurred, exhaustion clinging to your very soul and Lando ignored the pang in his chest at your rare vulnerability.

He’d ever only seen you like this when you were pissed out of your mind drunk, or when you were really sad. Or sick.

“We’re taking a shower.” He said, helping you stand up and you went easily, leaning heavily on him because the room was fucking spinning and he’d just said we.

The slow realisation made you yelp as he walked the both of you to the bathroom, and you gripped his hoodie in your hands in a lousy effort to stop him from walking any further.

“We? You’re not seeing me naked.” You said, feeling a little panicked at that thought.

Lando gave you a look you couldn’t decipher, pushing the door open with his foot and guiding you inside. He flipped down the toilet seat lid and gently sat you down and any other day you would've laughed at how much he acted like his mother when she fussed over her son or even you.

“Then we’re showering in our clothes.” He said, like it was that simple but it really wasn't that simple.

“We’re not.” You frowned but immediately stopped because fuck, that hurt your head. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’ll shower tomorrow when I've got my strength up.”

“You said that yesterday. You’re literally laying in your pool of sweat.” He pointed in the direction of your bedroom as if to get his point across and your mouth pursed in displeasure.

“You said you wouldn’t mention that.”

Lando’s eyebrows climbed to his forehead in exasperation and you flushed hotly. It was embarrassing and he’d promised not to make fun of you. Not that he was making fun of you, but still.

“You’re being an idiot.” He said, watching you pout a little at that and immediately feeling bad. He backtracked. “I mean… I don’t want you feeling faint and falling when I’m not here. I promise I won’t be a creep and look.”

You narrowed your eyes in disbelief and Lando placed both of his hands on his hips as he exhaled, the tips of his ear turning a nice shade of pink.

“Fine. I won’t look too much.” He swept a hand in the air. “Can we please get you in the shower? You’re starting to stink.”

“Now you know how I feel every day around you.” You muttered, ignoring Lando as he repeated your words in a mocking tone. “Okay, can you at least just… Look away?”

He regarded you with a contemplative look before nodding slowly, turning around and you stared at his back for a few seconds before starting to undress. Lando was patient, keeping his eyes firmly on the sink as he heard the shuffle of clothes and your noises behind him. You made a small sound that let him know that you were done and he stretched a hand out without turning or looking, offering his support as you stepped into the shower with weak legs.

You didn’t want to admit that he was right. You were in no shape or form to wash yourself without risking blacking out, but Lando thankfully didn’t say a thing as he let you draw the shower drapes to cover you.

You stood quietly, shivering and a little nervous as you heard him undress, nausea roiling your stomach and tying it into knots and you couldn’t figure out if it was because you were nervous or simply sick. It must’ve been a combination of two, you decided, thoughts spiralling until Lando’s voice echoed in the bathroom.

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded before you realised that he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah.” You flattened your palm against the tiled wall when you started feeling a little dizzy, squeezing your eyes shut. “Can you hurry? I’m feeling sick.”

The weakness in your voice must’ve triggered your best friend into action because he pulled the drapes aside and stepped in, grabbing your hand like it was a normal and every day occurrence to be standing in the shower. Naked.

You opened your eyes to find him looking intensely at your face, eyebrows pulled together worriedly and you gave him a shaky smile.

“Do you wanna lean on me?” He asked, tilting his head to look you in the eyes.

You were about to shake your head when you felt your world tilt on its axis, stumbling a little and Lando was quick to wrap his arms around you. He pulled you into his embrace and took some of your weight off your feet, trying not to think about how incredibly naked and warm you were against him.

He exhaled, feeling your hands weakly rest on his back; like you were welcoming his help and it made something warm bloom in his chest.

“I’m going to turn the shower on now, okay?” He walked the two of you to the corner before reaching back and turning the knob.

There was a sputtering sound before the spray came, and you could feel the cold mist as the shower head splattered cold water by your feet. You hummed in delight, leaning your forehead against Lando’s shoulder and closing your eyes.

“I feel like shit.” You confessed quietly between the two of you and Lando’s hand came up to brush the hair down your neck in quiet comfort. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Don’t mention it. You know I always will.” There was something in his voice that you couldn’t quite decipher, but you let it go when he took a step back into the shower once he’d deemed it warm enough.

The lukewarm water felt like heaven as it pelted down the both of you, washing away the sweat and everything you’d managed to accumulate these past few days. You hummed in pleasure, feeling your hair soak and you pushed your head off his shoulder to look at your best friend.

He was busy making out the hundreds of different bottles, looking lost before he finally found the shampoo bottle. The sight would’ve made you laugh if you had any strength left, but you settled for an amused smile that Lando clocked as soon as he turned his attention back to you.

“Shut up.” He said, seeing the clear laughter in your eyes and you raised your eyebrows as if to say hey, I didn’t say anything. “Turn around and let me wash your hair.”

You weren’t about to protest, doing just that and placing the palm of your hand against the wall to keep yourself upright.

Lando quickly washed your hair, the suds of the shampoo sliding down your face and getting in your eyes and it wasn’t as relaxing as one would’ve thought but he did the job and you couldn’t complain. He even went as far as conditioning your hair, rinsing it off gently before you offered to do the same for him.

“You don’t have to do that.” He scrunched his nose. “You look like you’re two seconds away from falling asleep.”

“Put your head down and shut up. Let me wash your hair.” You tried to sound stern, but you ended up sounding a little ridiculous with your stuffy nose and Lando grinned before complying.

The smile on his face vanished when he realised that he had, in the process, put himself in direct eyesight of your naked body and he struggled not to tense up as he heard the cap of the bottle pop, staring hard at your bare feet instead.

You did a way better job at washing his hair, digging your nails pleasantly around his skull and massaging his curls thoroughly before rinsing the suds off. Lando didn’t realise how relaxed he’d became until he tried to stand upright, hair drooping over his face and dripping wet.

His breath stuttered when you let out a hoarse laugh, pushing the hair out of his face and the movement was so intimate that Lando had a hard time breathing, wondering what the fuck was happening.

You didn’t seem bothered by the gesture though, none the wiser as you picked up a loofah and pushed it into his hands. He blinked down at it like it was a foreign object, trying to make sense of what exactly you were asking of him.

“You want me to wash you?” His voice went high, almost in a squeak and you shot a questioning look at him.

“Yes.” You decided on replying before frowning, adding: “Is that weird? I can do it if —“

“No, no. Um, I can do it, just —“ He was flustered, turning a little in the small space of your shower and trying not to yelp when his arm brushed your naked skin. “Body wash. I need body wash.”

Your face was on fire, watching him pop the cap of the body wash and ripping it off in the process. He made a little sound in his throat but didn’t dare to pick the broken cap off the floor, squirting the liquid onto the loofah before waving it in front of you.

You turned around, figuring that it was maybe a little easier if you weren’t in each others faces and Lando must’ve felt the same because he blew out a breath and started washing your back, albeit a little timidly.

He gained confidence after a few moments, finishing scrubbing you before doing himself and you didn’t call him out on him using your sponge because really, he’d probably done it a million times whenever he showered at your place.

The both of you stepped out, and he was there to immediately wrap you up in a towel before doing the same to himself. You didn’t want to acknowledge your heart, how it was speeding up abnormally so at the sight of him and how sweet he was being. Taking care of you, sending updates to your mum with how you were and assuring her that you were being taken care of. He knew how much of a worrier she was, and it made something immense swell in your chest as he rubbed a second towel over your hair, gentle and so very careful not to snag your hair or accidentally hurt you.

“What?” He halted when he pulled the towel away, revealing your face and your eyes staring at him. He wasn’t sure if it was the shampoo that had gotten in your eyes but they looked like they were on the verge of welling up.

“Nothing.” You replied, voice thick and so obviously lying but Lando didn’t touch on the subject. He made sure to ask later, when the air wasn’t so charged and you weren't teetering on the brink of death.

“Get into bed, I’ll bring you fresh clothes.” He said as he steered the both of you back to your bedroom. Lando stopped as he eyed your bed, a little critically. “You know what, let’s go to the couch instead.”

You laughed, voice a little thick and you reached a hand to weakly slap at his arm.

“What?” He grinned. “We need to change the sheets. Or maybe even burn them.”

“You’re a prick!” The way your voice cracked made Lando cackle, yelping when you shoved him a lot harder than he had anticipated.

Your words may have sounded malicious, but there was an undertone that your best friend couldn’t help but latch onto.

It sounded a lot like, I love you.

don't look at me, i love pain. anyways, hope you enjoyed this little drabble as i go crawling back into my cave to write something better than this. (also how did this turn into 2.6k words? i need help)

[gnawer-of-table-legs]

IF YOU LIVE IN THE US, PLEASE READ AND PREPARE

this is not meant to cause panic. Panic helps no one, and we WILL get through this. I’m not the best at giving advice and this post is a bit rushed. If you have any other ideas, please reblog with additions or suggestions for changes.

“Delete the terms sexual orientation, gender equality, awareness and sensitivity, diversity, equity, inclusion, abortion, reproductive health and reproductive rights out of every rule, regulation, contract, grant and piece of federal legislation that exists....”

This is an actual quote from Project 2025. It’s not TRUMP’s plan, but he has a very similar one (Agenda 47), and he definitely won’t stop the Republican Senate majority from carrying either of them out.

….So life sucks for Americans (and everyone honestly) rn but the fight is NOT over!! Stay vigilant, stay prepared.

Educate yourself on project 2025/agenda 47 to the fullest extent. If there’s something on that list that you NEED and will be banned, take care of it as soon as possible, if you can.

For example: Those behind Project 2025 want to get rid of no-fault divorce. That means that if someone wants to leave a marriage but their partner doesn’t agree, they’re essentially trapped. That’s dangerous! If you want to leave a marriage, do it NOW. If you’re in a bad relationship, do NOT marry, get out of there. Even if you’re in a good relationship: please, please, PLEASE keep in mind that you may not be able leave it if you get married.

Take advantage of existing programs while they still exist and are relatively accessible (healthcare, etc).

Do research on queer/disability/etc support groups and general life tips and share them around in case that information becomes unavailable in the future. In a similar vein, take note on whether having a diagnosed mental illness or disorder would be helpful or detrimental in the future (again, see the above quote).

Download and Save forms of media that you think you may no longer have access to (fanfic, etc). Since KOSA (or some similar internet censorship bill) may pass, take note of what mediums you can use to stay in contact with online friends and support systems. Some suggestions i've received:

Scratch (the coding website) <- may be affected by KOSA but parents are less likely to look twice at it. Again, may not not be affected by KOSA since they already have filters set in place (for swears/violent language, not for queer topics. that may change).

Google Docs/Photos/Chats. All you need is a google account

Apple Photos: you can make chats somehow

**************It goes without saying that you should always be safe online and limit the amount of personal information you share. Please be responsible. **************

Reblog, and add further ideas if you have them— we can and WILL get through this!

edit: maybe this seems a bit too urgent, sorry. Just. Keep an eye on legal proceedings and take advantage of what is currently available. I’m not saying that everything in project 2025 WILL happen, but the conservatives DO have control over the Senate. Please, please plan ahead

[mccall-me-maurice]

HAPPY CONCH DAY

we need some unofficial lotf holidays

[raptorrobot]

hi! i hope you don’t mind receiving long asks because i tend to be a Long Ask Person. thankfully it is about my icarus brainrot so hopefully that should help lol

1) i’ve never really read oc x canon before but you’ve done an absolutely fantastic job getting me to appreciate it with violent sun. when i have more time i want to try and leave proper comments on it but for now please know that i’ve started Pondering icarus lately. he lives in my head now. help /j

2) i went through the daily icarus blog and made a bunch of concerningly high-pitched noises when i saw the minotaur…you draw it so cutely!! i just want to give the sad bull amalgamation a big hug ;w;

3) i really like your concept for husk daedalus…it makes me wonder what a ‘meet the parent’ situation would be like with him + icarus + gabriel! (probably better than the Other ‘meet the parent’ situation involving God LOL)

4) lastly…um…i’m a massive v1 enjoyer (and a robot lover in general) so i couldn’t help but wonder…is icarv1el a thing that could happen in some hypothetical slightly less doomed universe? i also think the thought of icarus and v1 bonding over coping with gabriel’s relationship to his faith is entertaining haha

please excuse me for massively thoughtdumping about icarus and leaving…chapter 18 dropping made me go back and reread the entire fic and now he won’t leave me alone, please come collect your son he is causing havoc /j

ANONNNN THIS IS SO SWEET.... i'm blushing so hard rn kicking my feet giggling n shit i'm so so elated that people are sick in the head about my boyyy <3 NOW !! i shall answer thine queries >:]

1. genuinely same . i was not into oc x canon really at ALL before writing violent sun i just got so violently ill about ultrakill and exploring gabriel's brain specifically, so i gave him a weird situationship to cry about

2. minotaur my beloved..... oh how i care for you so....... i like giving it the spotlight and some well needed love <3

3. i have thought about this !!!! daedalus meeting gabriel would be SO comical . very much a 'he looks a little Gay but my son loves him so whatever makes him happy❤️❤️' type situation. and gabriel 'daddy issues' ultrakill would be losing his mind over any kind of parental affirmation . daedalus makes the former judge of hell cry by calling him 'champ' and clapping him on the shoulder

4. I HAVE ALSO THOUGHT ABOUT THIS !!!!! (and i'm also stealing that ship name) gabriel loves them in different ways; icarus provides gentleness and a warm familiarity, v1 provides something new and exhilarating; he gets the best of both worlds !! icarus and v1 dont really harbour any of those feelings towards each other, but they do have a shared desire of studying gabriel like a bug so they're chill

i love long asks sm i love yapping about this guy i made up <3<3 tysm once again mmwah

[thinkingabout-girls]

Idk whos fronting rn but can youbplease let Sage know that i need him to shoot me thamks - Olli

you’ve sent me a lot of bizarre asks but this one is certainly one of em. anyways yeah i’m feeling rather violent so sure ill shoot you

[proxythe]

Whats your favourite thing about every sees member !!

ermagerd let me think… ummmmm. i’ve posted long ass posts before but this one feels especially long for some reason so i’m gonna crop it but. it’s hard to pick just one favorite thing about everyone but i tried my best 😭😭😭 press on ahead if u dare to read some of my sees yapping…

minato - this technically could go for kotone in the social links they share, but i’ll count it for him in the sense that he’s the original protagonist. the small ways minato shows he cares for others even when the game has just begun and his care for life can be seen as indifferent, he still goes out of his way to do such nice things for others. i’m mainly thinking about the old couple, where minato gets them something from the persimmon tree when he definitely, from character perspective not game perspective, didn’t have to

kotone - HER AGGRESSION !!!!!! her violent tendencies. her protectiveness over her female friends. i’ll bring this up everyday idgaf ..!!!!! i’ve gone on abt this too many times now so i won’t bore yall but … Violent kotone… if i had to pick something else then i’d say how joyous she is, or how joyous she fronts being

yukari - her selflessness … i’m not sure if this is so obvious that that’s why people don’t often point it out, but i love how in every instance of someone being injured in game, yukari is consistently immediately at their side. i would call it subtle in the way that you’d likely be so wrapped up in the plot u wouldn’t immediately notice, but when u notice it it’s like … god.. yukari… i love u..

junpei - when he’s vulnerable with the protag… i am inclined to goofy junpei 99.9% of the time, but i very much enjoy his serious moments. i like when he is open with the protagonists, mainly kotone, and puts his silly down … tbh i also love when he snaps at them in december(?) and is just completely raw n emotional for once…

fuuka - i think what first comes to mind is just how nice fuuka is to others. like natsuki, despite being unforgivably bullied by her (imo ts was unforgivable… but no shade natsuki). yet she’s very forgiving … and she’s very silly. i love fuukas determination to keep trying something even when she’s horrifically bad at it 😭

aigis - holyyyyyyyy i could go on forever abt aigis oh my word. i suppose ill shorten it to i love how much aigis values life … not even just her own, but every living thing she comes across. i could fkn cry thinking about the cat in her social link rn… not even just the cat either, but the old woman as well. aigis … GAHHH

mitsuru - when she speaks french. her attempt to look like a super genius despite already being one through speaking french is so funny to me. love when a typically serious character like her has quirks like that. especially ones like randomly speaking french sometimes

akihiko - i want to say both how smart he is (bc too many ppl think he’s dumb) & also how silly he is (bc i enjoy when he gets a little dumb) 😭 he’s my favorite character im tweaking out trying to pick just one thing LMFAOO ummm. his autism is my favorite thing… ummm

shinjiro - hrmmmmm i quite like how much he enjoys cooking as a hobby and the very obvious subversion it is to the kind of character he presents as under a first impression… & i love how he uses cooking/food as his own way to show he cares about everyone bc he’s too grumpy all the time to actually say anything

ken - him training alone in his room w a broom lmfaoo it’s a cute little thing... i know ken’s whole thing is that he wants to be seen as mature and an “adult”, so i just love when he gets to be a kid/does childish things. like yes plz act your age you deserve to be a child god damn ur just a baby. SMILE!! BE HAPPY!!

koromaru - hard to say with a guy who’s just a little dog. but i enjoy when he’s fighting that shadow by himself around the time he joins the team and it proves how determined n courageous he is … what a good little guy…

[tonurseanopenwound]

do you have any pinterest boards, wikis, stories, etc) of your ocs i can indulge myself in

throws a tantrum i dont have pinterest boards of them qq im working on them but my pinterest feed rn is all just kdj and alnst .. ill re-add these, more content after it (utc)

stealing some lines from cbtt ! ^^ i do have the whole ass story for them but its currently under revision and i hate the prev version so. just gonna find some parts that are readable... tw suciededdfdsgdf n gore an eensy bit

(chapter 1)

“Ah, look what the cat dragged in.”

“Y-You fucker…!”

"Oh, the audacity! I'm the fucker? Mind you, I was having quite a fine time before you barged in and ruined my night, thank you very much."

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“Keel over and die quietly. Don’t make my job difficult.”

“Oh, so I’m skilled enough to put up a fight? Aw, don’t flatter me!”

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He laughed again, a hollow sound that sliced through the air, and bore a resemblance to the shattering of glass. “Funny. You’re funny. It makes me want to keep you.”

There’s something about his gaze that wracked a shiver through Elias' body, but not in a “damn, that was attractive”, but more so a “haha. im in danger” kind of way. Being on not exactly the right side of the moral compass himelf, it wasn’t as if he found red flags dealbreakers, but…

“...Excuse me?”

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A lamb? The audacity to suggest such a foolish notion .....

As if. If anything, he was a serpent. As soon as his fangs had been embedded into your flesh, you would be plagued, living life blundering, falling at every turn while the venom slowly invaded your blood, ate away at your life force, and stilled a beating heart.

Satan had once taken the form of a serpent. 

Nikolai had taken the form of a lamb.

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“Huek…!”

Snatching Elias' neck and seizing in his vice-like grip, his fingers grazed the base of the neck, nails digging into the skin and leaving their witness in the form of reddish crescents. His eyes scanned over him, beheld him like a trophy, lifting him off the ground, leaving his legs to flail in the empty air.

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(chatper 2)

Footsteps.

A good three hundred meters away, growing only nearer. Pulling the blankets upon two vertically positioned pillows, Elias stood behind the doorway, makeshift weapon raised.

Shit, was this operation still retrievable? 

If not… suicide would be the only way to go. No compromises — an assassin must not fall alive into enemy hands. Given that he'd already failed once, if he were to once more-

“Sir Assassin, you sleepyhead! It’s time to wake up already~”

The door swung open, and Elias brought the weapon down, feeling the blunt contact of metal hitting bone thrum through his fingers. 

Silence, and then-

“Wow, you almost scared me there!”

Nikolai stood in the doorway, eyeing the dead maid before him. Her corpse had fallen onto the ground, a pool of blood forming beneath her still body, trickling from the wound on her head. Skull fractured, no doubt, with bits of reddish matter leaking out.

“That cool little trick of making your heart beat slow down nearly got me, y’know?” Nikolai clapped his hands together, humming. His beauty was deceptive, the sun’s touch lingering on his features and casting a soft golden glow. “Seriously, you know I could’ve gotten hurt, right?”

A failure.

The taste of blood filled Elias' mouth as he bit down, hard. The flesh yielded beneath his teeth as they sunk deep into the muscle, a flood of coppery warmth spilling into the contents of his mouth. The pain hit him not a moment after, a violent agony that Elias embraced. It was the kind of torture that made one feel alive.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Nikolai grabbed his jaw, tightly enough to crush it. Prying open his mouth with an iron grip, he stared down at him, something swirling in his wide eyes. Not worry, or genuine concern, but more so the kind of expression one would wear when faced with something particularly fascinating. Like observing a caged animal, Elias was shot, captured, and put on display.

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“So? Why the fuck am I here, dipshit?”

“Ooh, so close.” Nikolai tutted, wagging his finger. “That’s Your Highness to you. Say it.”

“...Your Highness…” At the words, Elias could sense the atmosphere around him brighten. Leading him back to the bed, Nikolai sat him down with a beam.

“Again!”

“Oh, shut the fuck up.”

[nerdy-stilinski]

tagged by @rosieposiepuddingnpie <3 (down bad with Covid rn so hence the quick turnaround bc this is the PERFECT distraction)

Last movie: Terrified (a wild Argentine horror movie)

Last show: Percy Jackson (have I cried every episode bc of pure nostalgia? maybe.)

Last song: ALICE by Peggy

Song stuck in my head: Work Song by Hozier

Favorite color: green, but especially deep, foresty greens, or emeralds

Currently reading: Iron Gold by Pierce Brown (a reread!)

Currently watching: Project Runway, bc there’s nothing like reality tv when you’re violently ill

Next on your watchlist: Dog Soldiers, maybe? I’ve been eyeing this one on Shudder for a good minute and I love a good werewolf horror

Currently consuming: water and vitamin c in increasing quantities. also saltines

Currently craving: god Ben n Jerry’s half-baked. I would probably throw it up but I want it

Sweet/spicy/savory: savory usually!

Relationship status: single but might be moving towards dating? been on a few dates is what I’m trying to say

Current obsession: teen wolf. it’s always teen wolf. nobody ask me anything about what i feel about stiles stilinski rn bc i have been chewing him between my metaphorical teeth

Three favorite foods: fried chicken, mashed potatoes, pasta

Last thing you googled: “darcy kuemper Stanley cup” because I was talking to Eli and trying to illustrate that Washington is where goalies go to die post-2018

Dream trip: I want to go travel Europe with my best friend after I graduate - we’re both saving up for it actually :))

Anything you want right now: for my pounding headache to go away tbh

no-pressure tags: @elisela @faiataka @missanniewhimsy @stilinskiderek @dear-massacre @outtoshatter @halevetica @raisesomehale

[anothercrisis]

/Hides their face inside their elbow and violently coughs/

Guess who's back? Back again. Tamo's back. Tell a friend.

Anyway, I'm back with Nikolai thingy..? Yea.

I believe he learnt a language at school. Of course english, every school teaches english, and maybe it started with french. Honestly? The hardest language I'm learning rn but he was so good at it, the best ill correct myself, and got invested in it. Who needs sports if there are so many languages out there. Then he found a german, georgian, polish, spanish, ukrainian (his favourite in sounding, truly beautiful language, i can recommend some songs if you want). He can't speak all of 'em but knows enough to understand.

AND PRICE IS A WHORE FOR THAT. ALL OF THOSE DIFFERENT TONGUE'S MAKE SMT INSIDE CPT GO WILD

Your lungs okay..?

(I’m learning French too but it’s not that much of a pain in the ass for me. But then again I don’t usually struggle with languages—)

But Nik? Nik, who knew early on in his life that he was different and could feel the way it was altering the path of his life. Nik, who could see, hear, and feel the disappointment his parents had in him when they figured out he was gay. Nik, who took to hiding in literature and languages to escape and dream of somewhere else. Nik, who had a real talent for languages and the time and care to learn them. Nik, who isn’t as good at speaking them as he is at reading and understanding them, because he learned most of them on his own. Nik, who was able to list them all as skills when he went to join the military. Nik, who joined the 141 as an asset because of the long list of things that other people saw as skills: the languages, the piloting, the craftiness. Nik, who spent so much time alone and hiding that he figured out ways to care for himself, figured out how to learn things on his own, how to get ahold of the things he needed.

Then there’s Price. Price, who was always shit at languages, which royally sucked because of his profession and the vast variety of people he worked with. Price, who meets Nik and is immediately enamored by him and his language talents, even if Nik’s German is stunted it’s still passable, even if his Spanish doesn’t flow right. Price, who’s interest and fascination was completely innocent at first, but then Nik starting flirting with him in Russian, in French, and he was a goner.