#it’s lemon tea :> !!! I can’t really drink normal tea

[kavehayati]

Tea is so good I wish kaveh was real

[mellowyellow236]

How would the TWST boys act when they had a crush on the Reader/Yuu?

All are meant to be interpreted as romantic except for Ortho, who is a wingman for his brother in his part. Some characters might be a bit OOC. Reader is GN but will be referred to as pretty/beautiful. Minor TW for Rollo having yandere tendencies.

If anyone has anything to add or any questions, please leave an ask or comment! Requests are open if anyone wants :) Everything is under the cut

Heartslabyul:

Riddle Rosehearts - 

Not the best person to have liking you. 

He’s not mean or anything he just... Has no idea what to do with himself at any time. 

And it’s very obvious. 

He thinks that if he’s very, very specific about you following the rules, you’ll praise him and thus that’ll mean you’ll like him. 

He’s… Trying his best. 

“Off With Your Head!” You felt the metal clamp around your neck as you heard the echo of the words. Turning around, you saw the small redhead with his hands on his hips, face already flushing. He grabbed the drink you were holding, the surface of the coffee moving as he pulled away. “On a Tuesday, one can only drink lemon tea past 3:14 in the afternoon!” He huffed, before using his free hand to pull you away. “If you don’t know the rules, I’ll just have to teach them to you. Come on, there’s some tea in the garden. I have a book of rules I could read to you.” 

Trey Clover - 

He’s housewife material, he’ll bake for you 

“Any boy can be babygirl but it takes a man to be a single  mother” vibes 

I never know what to say to him he’s just a normal person who likes cooking 

On a complete side note if you ever go to NYC, go to Alice’s Tea Cup. It’s this tea house that’s kind of close to Broadway, at least last time I went pre-COVID, and it’s so good. I have the recipe book from there and the pumpkin scones are the best. 

You walked into the Hearslabyul kitchen, smiling at the smell of apple pie. Trey was baking, and the dish had just come out of the oven. He smiled, but then slapped your hand away when you tried to grab it. “Not yet, it needs to cool first. If you really want something to eat, we have leftover blueberry scones in the fridge.” He said, looking away to get the serving plate. You touched it anyway, pulling back as you burned yourself. He looked at you and sighed, taking you by the arm to get an ice cube on it. “Burnt hand teaches best, I suppose... It shouldn’t be that bad of a burn. If it gets any worse, I’ll  put some cream on it...” He said, before kissing the burn. “And a get-well-soon kiss, of course.” 

Cater Diamond - 

He’s a silly boy, but also an angsty one 

If he genuinely likes you, he’d probably try really, really hard to be the “perfect guy” 

And also to try to hide how into you he is because he’s scared you’ll leave him 

Those moments when his guard drops are probably the sweetest, though 

“Ah, that was fun! Well, Cay-cay’s all yours for the rest of the day. What do you wanna do now?” Cater said, having just turned off his livestream. You were behind his phone smiling at him. You were going to recommend getting a drink at the Monstro lounge, but saw how tired he was. He smiled at you when you asked to just hang out with him at home. “You do, huh? Well, there’s a new movie we could watch.” When you raised an eyebrow, asking if it was for Magicam, he just chuckled and shook his head. “Nope. A remake of an old classic. I want to watch it with you. I’m sure that you’d be able to make anything good, just by being there.” 

Ace Trapolla & Deuce Spade- 

They’re together because I feel like you can’t make one fall for you without the other. It’s a ‘buy one get one free’ deal. 

Ace would be a nightmare to have in love with you. 

He’d try his best to flirt, but mainly through really bad dirty jokes and pickup lines. 

Or, by inserting himself into your life as much as possible in an attempt to force himself into a place of importance for you 

Duece, on the other hand, would be an angel. 

He attempts to be an old-fashioned gentleman, like holding open doors and getting you flowers. 

Are those roses from Heartslabyul’s garden? Maybe. Just don’t snitch on him to Riddle. 

You weren't entirely sure how you got yourself into hiding in a cabinet with Ace and Duece, but here you were, avoiding the Riddle currently screaming his head off about how someone had stolen the roses currently in your arms. You had a hand over Duece’s mouth as he muttered apologies, trying to get him to shut up, before Ace leaned in and whispered “Hey, Prefect?” You gave him a look, to which he said, “Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see!” He asked, voice rising in volume as he tried not to laugh, to which Duece slapped him on the arm and cried, “Don’t be so loud! You’re going to get us caught!” Ace only laughed harder, until the door to the cabinet opened. You took a dash out of there with your roses, the two bumbling baffoons behind you, the yelling housewarden already collaring them. 

Savanaclaw: 

Leona Kingscholar - 

He’s a fun man 

Well, not really, but his attempts are very fun for Ruggie. 

He’ll just drag you away and force you to cuddle with him. 

You’ll probably end up cutting class, but do you really care when it’s with the clingy lion man? 

Throwing money at you with no regard to the amount he gives or the reason he does it is the other attempt. 

If he can prove that he’s better at taking care of you than the lizard, he can win this round. 

And get a better lover than his brother, but that’s the secondary goal. 

You were just walking in the garden when you felt someone trip you, causing you to land half in a bush. Before you could turn around to tell off the person responsible, they grabbed your waist and pulled you to them on the floor. “It’s nap time, Herbivore. Shut up and let me sleep.” When you told him that he was the one who invited you here and you’d have to skip your next class to stay, he just huffed and rolled his eyes at you, pushing a pouch in your hand. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. If you’ll be like that, take this and you can get whatever you want in your lunch period. Fair deal if you’ll stay.” 

Ruggie Bucchi - 

Would never ask you out on a date, he’s scared. 

The best treatment that you get before he’s sure you’re not going to be mean to him is that he doesn’t pawn your gifts off for cash. 

Afterward, he’ll be a bit more affectionate 

Maybe even give you some of his food... 

Also, hyena courting stuff; Shadowing a potential partner, taking a step forward and then taking a step back, and other stuff like that. 

You heard the laughing of the beastman before you were able to see his face. He had been following you around for most of the day, but every time he’d take a few steps forward, he’d taken a few back after a second. Now, though, he had his head on your shoulder. “Hello, Prefect. Look what I got!” He said, showing you a donut he had probably gotten from Sam’s. “You want a bite?” He asked, when you nodded and took a bite he bit onto the other end, giggling away. “What, was that really enough to fluster you, Prefect? Shishishi, I should try doing this to you again.”

Jack Howl - 

Jack asks you outright if you feel the same way he does, especially if you two are friends. 

Finally! A confession! 

He doesn’t want to make your friendship weird, so he wants to tell you that it’s happened and either find a way to get over you or have a happy relationship. 

Very much “Worst they can say is no, best they can say is yes” kind of man 

Aside from that, very loyal and sweet to you before he realizes that he likes you 

Also, a pinch of an old-fashioned gentleman in him 

Jack had called you out earlier that day to go on an evening walk with him, and so here you were. You were in the mountains, walking at a fairly slow pace. You neared a big tree as the sun set, and Jack took a deep breath. He took your hand, ears on high alert and tail looking undecided between if it wanted to cower beneath his legs or wag excitedly, and said, “Prefect, I like you very much. Please go on a date with me.”

Octavinelle: 

Azul Ashengrotto - 

Oh no 

He has two moods when it comes to the person he likes; Annoyingly showoffish and annoyingly terrified of you. 

Somehow, it’s sometimes both. 

He would talk very loudly about how well he was doing as a businessman his contracts and how much money he’d made. 

And then you touch him and he just stops functioning.

“Oh, look, Jade! Another new high this month! We might even be able to expand!” He cried, glancing at you again and again. This had been happening every time you visited Monstro Lounge; A song and dance of Azul fishing for compliments that he seemed to hate, if him leaving the room every time you complimented him had anything to say about it. This time, you grabbed his wrist as you spoke, telling him how he was doing a very good job. You watched him turn a shade of red and blue, stiffening up as he muttered out a response. “Thank you... I will keep your response in mind.” The moment you let him go, Jade stepped in to talk to you as the octopus-mer ran away once more. 

Jade Leech - 

As the more put together of the two moray eels here, he gets the ‘classier’ side of the coin. 

Moray courting rituals of wrapping together is often described as a dance, so he’ll try to dance with you. 

Aside from that, I can see him subtly teasing you about yawning in front of him, even if you don’t understand why. 

And feeding you plenty of mushroom dishes. 

You were stuffed, that was for sure. Jade had invited you to Octavinelle a while ago, and now you were here, eating various mushroom dishes like your life depended on it. He was smiling, another one placed in front of you. “A shiitake and crab stir fry is next. Surely, you have room for more?” He asked, a small smile on his lips. He chuckled when you yawned, “Isn’t it a bit late in the season for that?” When you asked what he meant, he only shook his head and brought a filled fork to your lips. “Fufu. Just focus on eating for now, Prefect.” 

Floyd Leech - 

Hehe funny unhinged eel man  

Moray eels like to cuddle, so prepare to be squeezed by him 

Also, yawning or ‘gaping’ (Opening his mouth really wide) at you. 

Honestly, I don’t have a lot of thoughts on him, he’s just a silly little guy. 

“Shrimpy!” You heard cried behind you, Floyd flopping himself over you from behind. He yawned and pushed his head over your shoulder as he spread himself over you so his weight was all on you to hold up. “Whatcha doing?” He asked, smiling at you. Once you answered that you were on your way to class, he frowned, wrapping his arms around you before lifting you like a cat. “That’s boring! Common, Shrimpy, we’re going to find something fun to do!” 

Scarabia: 

Kalim Al-Asim - 

For Kalim, I feel as if the second he knows he likes you, you will know he likes you because he’ll tell you outright. 

Before he knows he likes you, everyone else will know he likes you. 

Running up to you at every opportunity, constantly complimenting you, talking about you to everyone who will listen, etc. 

Much like the other rich kids who aren’t used to being genuinely wanted for themselves and not their money in this school, Kalim will throw expensive gifts at you in an attempt to gain your favor. 

“Prefect!!” You heard someone shout, running at you from across the field of the flying lesson you were in. “There you are! I’ve got something for you!” He said, smiling all the while. He kissed you on the cheek, and then reached into his bag, pulling out a golden bracelet. Before you had time to refuse, because it was the middle of a class where it could easily be lost or because of the outrageous price tag, he spoke up. “And now we match! Just like twins, see?” He had kept his ones on this time, and you couldn’t help but smile as he was beaming up at you. 

Jamil Viper - 

Jamil might not be able to show off often, but he does try to do so for you. 

You’re busy and can’t cook? He’ll get you some food! 

You’ve torn a hole in your gym clothes? He’s got a sewing kit on him!

Your homework is about to kill your GPA because Crewel seems to hate having breaks? He’s your guy!

All in all, he attempts to woo you like a mixture of a 1950s housewife and the stereotype of tutor love interests in media. 

“-And that’s how to make a basic healing tonic. Any questions?” He asked. When you shook your head, he gave a small smile. “That’s good. I’ll help you clean up in here, and then I’ve got something for you back at Scarabia.” His hand brushed yours as he helped you clear up the papers that had been scattered around as you studied. “You mentioned wanting to try foods from the scalding sands, so I got a bunch of ingredients. I’ll make you a wonderful meal if you’d like.”

Pomefiore: 

Vil Schoenheit - 

Much like Riddle, you must deal with him being much more annoying as soon as he likes you. 

Just this time, he’s annoying you about your self-care. 

You don’t take multi-hour spa baths in the crummy bath at Ramshackle? Well, now you do at the much better baths in Pomefiore every week. 

You don’t have a skincare routine that takes up half your morning? Yes, you do. 

You will never be in better condition physically but he will continue finding new ways to push you. 

He does it out of love because he wants you to always look and feel your best. 

You opened the door to Ramshackle, looking at a mildly annoyed Vil. He grabbed you before you could protest, leading you away from your dorm. “Come on, Potato. I’m taking you to Pomefiore, and you’re going to get a makeover.” When you asked why, the third year just rolled his eyes. “You have bags under your eyes, and they seem to be from lack of sleep or stress, if your appearance when you came here was anything to say about it. So, I’m getting you a spa day and will teach you how to take care of yourself better. If you still can’t, I’ll just have to take you for spa time more often.” 

Rook Hunt - 

Rook is a walking love letter. 

Constantly waxing poetics, and talking about how beautiful you are. 

You forget something at home and the next thing you know you’ve got an arrow shot next to you and whatever you need as well as a heartfelt note is in a pouch tied to it. 

And he’s just... There. 

All the time. 

He’s in your walls. 

You sighed, having forgotten your potions textbook for the third time this week. Truly, your memory was your own worst- What was that? A thud had come from right next to you; An arrow with a paper gift bag tied onto it through a deep purple ribbon had been shot into a tree, going right past your head. When you looked into it, there was your missing textbook, as well as a note from the giver. ‘Dearest Trickster, it is a wonder to be in your presence. I do ask, please grace me with those eyes to my face. If only I had those, I would be happy to deliver you your books for the rest of my life.’ When you looked around, you saw him; The third year excitedly waving at you from the rooftop of the school. 

Epel Felmeir - 

He tries so hard to show you how awesome cool and manly he is. 

Has the same vibes as a child showing their parents how good they are at sports. 

“Hey Mom, look!” *Kicks a soccer ball and falls flat on his face* 

He’s doing the best he can with the skills he has, give the little guy some credit 

“Hey, Prefect! Did ya see that goal I made at the end?” Epel said, having just finished a Spelldrive game. He had come up to you as soon as he was done, and you smiled at him, nodding and telling him that he had done well. He puffed his chest out at that, looking like the cat who got the cream. “Of course I did! I’ll even give ya a ride on my broom after our next practice, so you can see what it looks like when ya playing. That’s be fun, right?” He said, smiling at you widely. 

Ignihyde: 

Idia Shroud - 

Scared boy 

Very, very scared boy 

He will try to run from you any time he’s nearby.

If you manage to corner him, expect him to be very flustered. 

Maybe you’ll get a sentence or two out of him if you keep trying... 

Idia had been avoiding you for the past few days, and you had no idea why. So here you were, using the key card ortho gave you to work your way into the room of the hermit. He was hunched over his desk, eyes closed and breathing steady. His monitor was on, so when you walked over, you took the mouse out from him and went to save in his game before you closed it out. He stirred, muttering as he opened his eyes, “One more round, Orthohmysevenitsyouohimsorryicangonow!” He bolted straight up, hair flaming pink as he pushed the swirly chair back and ran out of his own room.

Ortho Shroud - 

His big brother’s best wingman 

Will come up to you and talk about how great his brother is 

If needed, pulls up diagrams and chats like he’s giving a PowerPoint presentation on his brother’s ability to date you 

“Prefect!” You heard a shout, the younger Shroud brother coming up to you. “I have something that you must see! You are aware of my brother’s affection for you, correct?” When you shook your head, he smiled, pulling up a presentation on his iPad. “That makes this much more difficult, but very well! As you can see here, one’s heartbeat increases when one meets with the object of one’s affections. This can be caused by a flight or fight response, which my brother does not usually suffer from when over a call with another. However, when your voice is there, his heart rate spikes dramatically! This means that I have reason to believe that he is in love with you. In this presentation, I will-”

Diasonia: 

Malleus Dracona - 

He is going to try to woo you with gems 

And probably other dragon-courting rituals 

I think that out of the beastmen and fae, he understands the least that you don’t get their courting rituals. 

By the name he realizes that you don’t think you’re dating he’s already picked out the names of your kids. 

“Child of Man?” You heard the familiar voice of Hornton call out to you in your garden. You smiled, turning around to face him. “It’s nice to see you again. I have a gift for you.” He said, holding out a golden necklace with emeralds sprinkled in. When you tried to refuse the gift, saying it was too expensive to get ‘just because’ he only shook his head and put it around your neck. “All the stars in the sky would be too little to give you, and every jewel in my horde pales in comparison to your beauty. If only you wear this, then you will surely compare to my father when you take your place at my side. Although, I believe you already do in both appearance and wit.”

Lilia Vanrouge - 

Old fae bat man 

He flirts with you, but it ends up being either too old-timey or too fae for you to understand 

For the old-timey side; According to Wikipedia, “Gifts accompanied courtship in the form of a man proving coins, trinkets or clothing to the woman he is trying to woo.” So, he gets you various gifts, like coins, jewelry that he has, and whatever else you’re interested in. 

I assume that because he’s such a long-lived fae, they range from ‘I found this stone in the garden’ to ‘Here’s a 1000-year-old artifact capable of destroying the world if you hold onto it wrong’

For the fae side; Male bats court by making various noises (screaming, honking, singing), flicking their wings/showing off how good they are at flying, and grooming the other party. I’m interpreting this as singing to you, playing with your hair, and trying to impress you in flight class. 

Also, him humming old love songs to you and playing with your hair I can’t-

Lilia was sitting next to you on the couch, as you flipped through various movies on the television he had in his room. You were in his arms, with his hands in your hair, braiding wherever he could get enough hair to do so. “Hey, Beastie?” He chuckled as you sighed at the lack of familiar movies. “I really do care for you quite a bit. Also, there’s this one Halloween movie that came out a year or two ago. Terror is Trending, or something. We could watch that.” He laughed again and started humming. It seemed to be a classical piece. When you asked what he was singing, he said “Dichterliebe, Robert Schumann’s Op. 48., movement 11.” He smiled at you, and then laughed at your confusion. “Just put the movie on already, Beastie.” 

Silver “Vanrouge” - 

The meeting scene from Sleeping Beauty 

That’s it, that’s my idea 

Due to the lack of inspiration, he gets a slightly longer drabble, though? 

You were walking in the woods, pausing at a shallow river, singing to yourself. It wasn’t long until you heard a horse trotting towards you. You turned to face it, and Silver smiled as you did. “It’s nice to see you again, Prefect.” He said, getting off his horse to stand next to the river with you. He looked at you, gently humming the same tune as you were. He reached a hand out to pull you in, one hand in yours and the other on your waist. “Do you know how to dance?” He asked, already starting the movements. When you shook, your head, he laughed, spinning you around. “I’ll teach you. Copy my movements, but backward... 1 2 3, 1 2 3...” He started to dance with you, slowly going from repeating the pattern to singing lightly. He was softly smiling, staring at you even as your eyes were focused on your feet. However, it didn’t take long before his horse seemed to tire of this, pushing the two of you in. “Samson!” Silver cried out, now soaking wet and a bit banged up from shielding you from the fall. “And after I promised you an extra bucket of oats to come out here... No carrots for you tonight.” He spoke, looking at you as you asked him why he had done so. Silver only smiled and responded, “There was something strange about you, and I heard your voice earlier. You’re almost too beautiful to be real. I thought it was some mysterious being, a wood sprite or a fae. Truly lovely either way.”

Sebek Zigvolt - 

He tries to protect you like the knight that he aspires to be 

He will infodump to you about Malleous or Brair Valley or something else of the sort if you let him 

Also, he’s half fae, which means fae/crocodile courting rituals. 

Crocodiles mainly bump snouts as far as I can tell, so expect many boops from him. 

Also, piggyback rides and playful nips if you get close enough to him 

“And that is why Wakasama is the greatest mage in our time!” Sebek finished, still carrying you around the school. When you tried again to tell him it wasn’t needed, Sebek scoffed. “Foolish Human! You said that your leg was tired after running in flight class, and so you must rest your legs lest you injure yourself!” He said, bopping his nose against yours. “Besides, you must know by now that as a friend of Wakasama, it is my job to defend you as I would him! In not doing so, I would be committing a sin worse than just letting you walk by yourself! As such, I will accompany you to and from class from now on. Be grateful, Human!” 

RSA+NBC: 

Che’nya - 

Che’nya will try to pull as many pranks on you as he can  

Appearing in random places, taking little things from you, and other things showing up in random places you never put them.  

All around being a little menace and trying to make your daily life as annoying as possible 

You sighed, looking towards the floating smile next to you. It laughed, as you held up the empty pencil case, asking it how he expected you to be able to do your homework now. He only chuckled, the rest of his head and shoulders appearing. “Stay pawsitive, Prefect! No need to be so catty!” You rolled your eyes, to which the boy simply snickered and rubbed his head against your cheek. “Come on, my puns are purrfect!” He pulled a pencil out of seemingly thin air, letting you take it from him. “And I’ve got plenty of pens back at RSA if you’d like to take a weekend trip to see me.” 

Neige Leblanche - Kinda angsty, but not much

He’s a sweet guy first and foremost, and his having a crush on you reflects that. 

He buys you flowers, takes you on walks in nature, romantic stuff like that. 

Maybe watching cheesy old movies with you and cuddling 

He wants to be your friend before he dates you, though, and won’t make a move until after you can see what life would be like if you were dating him considering how famous he is. 

He needs to make sure that you’re comfortable with the fame you’ll gain, and that you love him for more than just his popularity. 

Neige sighed, biting his lower lips. He was situated in your arms on the floor of his dorm room, what you’d define as a cheesy romcom on the TV. The most interesting part was the man going through his DM’s next to you. He snuggled into you a bit more as you asked him what was wrong, to which he said “Just... Hate comments and stuff. They’re really mean sometimes. Saying stuff...” He took a deep breath again, and melted against you. “Thank you for treating me like I’m a normal person. It means... So much to me. I... Care for you so much.” 

Rollo Flamme - Rollo's got yandere tendency's

Unfortunately, I can in no way see Rollo having a light crush on anyone 

For him, I imagine it’s an ‘all or nothing’ situation 

So, you’ll end up with a very obsessive and objectively evil wizard trying to win your heart by any means necessary 

But this is not the post for that, so he’s getting toned down to fit into a little drabble  

“Mon amour, how are you feeling?” Rollo asked you, coming into the area that you were lying in. You had been resting in the infirmary since coming back from the destruction he caused, and he sat on the edge of the bed. You turned away from him, closing your eyes and saying that you had no desire to speak to him. Rollo sighed, “Please, my dear? I am begging you, just talk to me.” You shook your head, but he took your hand and kissed your knuckles anyway. “Then I will wait for you to want to speak to me again. However, I do ask that it be soon. I cannot imagine my life without you, my dear angel, and I do not intend to live without you forever.” 

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Disorientation

@medwhumpmay Day 16

Medwhump May Masterlist

content: amnesia, recovery, comfort, whumpee x caretaker, older/middle aged whumpee

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With no warning, all of a sudden, he was somewhere else.

The room was not a room in Whumper’s house, at least, not as far as he could tell. Whumpee whipped his head around frantically–it appeared to be a normal living room–tucking his legs in on the armchair he was sitting on as soon as he saw that he was not alone. A man who appeared to be in his late sixties sat on the couch adjacent to him.

“Hey,” the person on the couch said gently. He scooted closer, but did not touch. “You’re safe. I promise. I know you can’t remember, I know it’s scary and confusing, but you’re safe. You’re not there anymore.”

“Who are you? Where am I?” Whumpee asked, shrinking back. “Please.”

“I’m your friend, Caretaker. You’re in our apartment, out in the world. You haven’t been with Whumper in many years. You just lose your memory sometimes is all. Just breathe and it’ll be over soon. Do you want to hold my hand?” Caretaker held one out. “Sometimes you want to.”

Whumpee hesitated, then took it, his own shaking. There was no possible way what this man said could be true, but at least he seemed like a kind old man, and that was something he hadn’t experienced in a very long time. “Don’t make me go back,” he begged.

“I won’t. You’re not going back,” Caretaker assured him, patient, a thumb stroking over his hand. “Whumper is dead and you are safe.” He glanced down at the coffee table. “Your tea is going to get cold if you don’t drink it.”

“My tea? That’s mine?” Whumpee took the mug with his free hand. “I’m allowed?”

“You’re allowed to do anything you want,” Caretaker agreed, “So long as you don’t hurt yourself. That’s the only time I’ll try to stop you. But you truly are safe.”

Whumpee took a sip. It tasted nice, with just the right amount of honey, like it really was something he’d picked out himself. “Can–can you tell me what happened?”

“Of course. What’s the last year you remember?” he asked. “I’ll catch you up.”

Whumpee squeezed his eyes closed. “1991.”

“It’s 2025 now. I know that might seem like a big jump, but don’t worry, your memories will come back slowly over the next few hours,” Caretaker assured him gently. “Back then, you suffered a lot of trauma and a little brain damage. In 1993, you stole a gun from him and shot him dead. Don’t worry, no one blamed you. Everyone thinks you’re pretty badass, actually.” He gave a lighthearted chuckle at that.

“2025?” Whumpee’s head spun. He looked down at his hand in Caretaker’s–it was just as wrinkled as the older man’s.

Not only that, but they wore matching wedding bands. Hah. Some “friend”.

“I’m…” He struggled to do the math in his head, but his mind was so foggy he couldn’t manage it.

“62,” Caretaker filled in. “I’m 67. Only got five years on you, kid. You don’t have to worry about that now. I know you feel 28. Must be nice!”

“It isn’t,” Whumpee whispered.

“I know. I know, sweetheart,” he said softly. “You’ve got something called transient global amnesia. It’s never nice. But it’ll be over soon, that’s what the ‘transient’ part means, and I’ll be here with you the whole time. You’re out forever. No one’s gonna hurt you. Just breathe.”

He did. Somehow, it made him feel a little bit better.

Maybe skipping to being 62 wasn’t so bad.

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Chapter 5

Viola

After my little nightmare Simon left to his room to only to come back out for dinner only to retreat again. I slept so much through the day I couldn’t go back to sleep. It’s 02:00 and I’m in the living room reading some WW2 book. I hear one the doors open and then I start to smell lemon and black pepper. I wait to see who emerges from the hallway and to my surprise it’s Simon. He stops once he sees that I’m sitting in the living room. He is shirtless with his muscular chest and stomach on display. He is still wearing his mask I usually only wore mine on mission maybe its some kind of comfort thing.

“Can’t sleep pup?” His raspy voice cuts through my thoughts. I nod my head in response. “ You probably slept too much during the day. It’s normal for omegas to sleep a lot when they first join a pack.” He starts to walk into the kitchen and I look, ok maybe stare, at his toned back. Kate sure knows how to torture a girl. Puts me in this pack with all these delicious looking men. Does she expect me to actually bond and be claimed by them. They all seem willing, except for Simon, to want to court me and spend time with me. I hear the sound of a kettle hissing and I turn my attention to the kitchen. Simon walks out with two cups of tea. He extends his arm out to me to hand me one of them. I take it from him and breath in his scent from the cup. Did he really make lemon tea? “ Don’t tell me you’re one of those Americans who don’t drink tea?”

“ No, I actually enjoy tea quite a lot. I guess I’m just getting used to being taken care of.” I take a sip of tea and its delicious. Not too sweet or too bitter it’s just right. “ You smell like lemons did you know that?”

Simon just chuckles, “ And you smell like peaches. I wonder if you taste like them also.” I feel my cheeks heat up and I try to hide my smile behind my cup of tea. He must be smiling from my reaction since his eyes are crinkled. “ You should get used to being taken care of faster. We’re not going to stop. It took me awhile when I first joined the 141. Soap was constantly going out of his way to make sure I was comfortable, Gaz always being so kind, caring, and gentle, then there is Price who always made sure we ate. I fell into place with the one thing I knew I was good at besides killing people. I make tea for everyone. Don’t worry you’ll fine your place, Just worry about getting you and your omega better. You’ll probably feel better once all this paperwork is done and you can go around base and make the idiot recruits life hell.” I set my finish cup down on the coffee table as does he. I let out a yawn and stretch. I go to go pick the cups up to put them in the sink when he stops me. “ Go lay down I got the mess.” I nod and go to my room. I crawl into bed and lay John’s blanket down first then layer on my duvet. It’s lights out the second my head hits the pillow and I’m surrounded by Johns scent.

Ghost

What in the bloody hell was I thinking? Why did I tell her “wonder if you taste like peaches.” I couldn’t help it. Her hair in a messy bun an over-sized shirt and shorts. Her scent just over taking the room. Her smile bright as her green eyes. Seeing her all wrapped up in John’s blanket. He is one lucky bastard, getting to hold her for most of the day. 

We don’t need an omega, well at least I know I don’t need or want one. They create vulnerabilities and we can’t afford those. At least we won’t have to worry about her being not being able to handle the stress that comes with the job. She wishes she can still be in the job. You can tell just by how much her eye light up when one of the guys shares one of our mission stories. 

I stand up and put the cups in the sink. I go back to my room and throw on a sweatshirt and some trainers. I quietly leave the barracks to go for a jog. I need to get lost in a run so my hard cock can go away. When she got up to go to bed her thick thighs and round ass were on display. I could go wake up Soap to help with my problem but I respect him enough to not fuck him when I’m hard for someone else.

I run until the sun comes up. I couldn’t get that sweet smell out of my nose or her smile out of my head. I enter our barracks and I smell a whole English breakfast coming from the kitchen. I greet our pack alpha and sit down at the table. I take my mask off and run a hand through my hair. “ How was the run?” 

“ Much needed. Woke up last night and went to grab some water. Viola was on the couch reading. She couldn’t sleep either so I made us some tea. We talked until she was sleepy. By the way she took your favorite blanket into her room. I don’t think her omega is going to give it back.” He smiles at the knowledge that her omega has found its first nest item that belongs to a pack member. 

“ If I was worried about never seeing that blanket again I would’ve given her a different one. What’s the reason for the run. You were gone for a while.” He doesn’t even look up from the stove when he asked. What should I tell him, oh the mere sight of bear ass made me want to follow her into her room and bend her over her bed. “ Simon you better not be trying to make up an excuse.”

“ I was frustrated. I still am. One part of me wants her and feels this pull towards her. The other part doesn’t want her to be so entangled in our lives for her own protection. What if she gets hurt or becomes a target for our enemies. What if I end up like my father and I end up treating her horribly.” It feels better to get this of my chest. How the hell can 24 hours of exposure to an omega make me feel this way. What kind of spell has she casted on us to make me feel this way. We’ve been around omegas a lot in our field. We go to a pub and they throw themselves on us but, they’ve never made me feel like she does.

“Simon she can handle herself in a fight. Maybe not an alpha but, defiantly a beta. She has a skill set as impressive as any one of us. Just let your instincts led you. Kyle and Johnny are buzzing with happiness and even holding her yesterday has made me even relaxed and less stressed. You both have come from horrible background and have fought tooth and nail for survival. We had to drag you out of survival mode, now we as a pack have to show her how to live. We as alphas have to show her that we can be her safety and her protectors. Soon she will be able to leave here and train with us. Hopefully that will ease your worries.” The alpha has never been wrong. Maybe seeing her in action will ease my worries.

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Scenario in which Yuu accidentally consumes a musical drink and can only communicate through song

(Italicized lines are singing—each one is taken from and references a song or musical number!)

She didn’t mean it. Honest! With a bad habit of procrastinating on homework, Yuu hadn’t slept much the night before. She had stumbled around Ramshackle with a blur in her eyes, thirsty and bleary and possibly late for class. She had thought she grabbed a water bottle from the kitchen, it had the familiar blue label and tasted normal enough.

How wrong she had been.

Her tongue had tingled, not quite burning but most definitely simmering, and her throat felt a little stuffed—as if it were fighting off mucus. She kept coughing during classes and when she wasn’t coughing she was discretely trying to clear imaginary phlegm from her throat. Anytime she was called upon to answer a question her voice cracked rather pathetically. It drew a few laughs from students, and more concerned looks from her friends. At some point Riddle had suggested she grab tea during lunch. Yuu agreed that it would help.

Except, her voice only grew more unsteady and unreliable. She could hardly control her inflection anymore, emphasizing the wrong words. Her volume fluctuated randomly; even Sebek had been a little put off by how suddenly she would raise her voice at times. Yuu had elected to stay silent after so long.

Maybe a good night’s rest would do the trick. She had been missing out on sleep lately. It was a comforting thought as she drifted into a fitful rest filled with the echoes of a song.

The next day she feels fine. Yuu tests her voice in the quiet of Ramshackle, hums approvingly to herself when it comes out normal enough, and goes about her day. She ignores the fuzzy sensation on the back of her tongue.

Lunch comes around soon enough. Grim picks off of Yuu’s plate and devours his own, meanwhile Ace and Deuce debate the practicality of backpacks vs. shoulder bags in school. Epel joins their table, handing Yuu an apple juice he had grabbed with his own.

“Thank you ~” she hums. Pauses. Strange.

Epel simply offers her a smile and digs into his meal. Yuu takes a slow sip of her juice, feeling that strange tickle in the back of her throat.

It takes her a moment to register a question put her way. Yuu blinks inquiringly at Ace.

“I said,” he begins, “what do you think about the new pie?”

He offers her a spoonful and she takes a bite, allowing his hand to hover under the utensil for her. She hums, feels her face pinch. A very sour lemon pie.

“There is something sweeter, everybody needs.”

Yuu sits back abruptly, eyes blown.

Ace laughs. “Okay, dramatic? What’s your suggestion for ‘something sweeter,’” he says, mimicking the musical tone.

“A spoonful of sugar ~” Yuu doesn’t let herself finish before her mouth clamps shut again. What?

Now the whole table is filling her with odd looks. Epel nudges her gently.

“Someone’s in a musical mood,” he teases, though he seems more curious than anything.

Yuu shakes her head gently, testing her voice again. “Nooo, no no no—no no no, no no no, no no no no, no no no no—“

Oh this can’t be happening.

“Why am I singing?”

She looks around the table urgently.

“Why am I singing?!”

“You’re. . .not doing it on purpose?” Jack says.

Yuu shakes her head.

“Real funny, Prefect.” Ace’s laugh is a little unsure.

“I don’t think she’s kidding,” Deuce says nervously.

“This is not what I want; this is not what I planned!” Yuu bleats, loud enough to draw the attention of other tables.

“Human!” Sebek barks. “If you’re going to project your voice, do it with intention!”

Yuu stands, slamming her hands on the table.

“I JUST GOTTA SAY, I DO NOT UNDERSTAND!”

Her voice seemed to erupt of its own accord.

“Something is really—something’s not right.” Yuu steps onto the table, why is she on the table. “Something’s not right!”

Each word that falls out she tries desperately to stop, but her tongue isn’t her own right now.

“SOS, please, someone help me!”

The rest of the table springs to action. Ace and Deuce hover around her, checking for any odd injury or something that looked out of the ordinary as they try to get her off of the table (now she’s dancing?!). Epel rushes to get her some water, hoping it would help somehow, and Jack vanishes somewhere in the direction of the classrooms, Sebek marching after him with words of confusion.

Soon enough half of the cafeteria if crowding their table, rather curious about the situation.

“What’s with all the singing? Can I join?” Kalim chirps from someone behind her. Yuu opens her mouth to deny but thinks better of it at the last second. Ace and Deuce are still trying to get her to step down, but she keeps pulling random dance moves that evade them (someone help?!)

Ace dodges a well-timed kick. “Something’s wrong with the Prefect!”

“Wrong how?” Riddle demands, his mere presence commanding everyone to part for him.

Yuu spins to face the young Housewarden.

“So she said ‘what’s the problem baby?’” She drops to a knee, hand outstretched to the poor boy. “What’s the problem? I don’t know! Well maybe I’m in love!”

Riddle recoils. “She’s lost it!”

“Qu’est-ce que c’est?” Hums Rook, ever playful just by his tone, and Yuu can hear the smile. “What was that most enchanting voice? I felt my own heart soar to hear such a melody ~”

Before anyone can explain, Yuu practically falls into a certain huntsman’s arms, surprising even herself.

“I’m your biggest fan, I’ll follow you until you love me—!” She covers her mouth in a frenzy, voice muffled for a moment until it breaks through her own fingers, simultaneously panicked and passionate. “Baby there’s no other superstar you know that I’ll be—!”

Rook blinks down at her in shock, but it’s quickly overtaken by a palpable delight. He swings her through the air, laughing.

“Très bien! Let me hear your beautiful voice, mon Trickster!”

Yuu shakes her head furiously despite her still running voice, barricaded only by shoving her tie into her mouth. Her vocal chords burn.

It’s Vil who speaks next, passing her a pitying look. “For your sake, Prefect, I hope you aren’t trying to woo him. He won’t let it go.”

Yuu turns to the ever regal Vil, lips flying before she can stop them.

“HEY! I just met you, and this is crazy! But here’s my number!” She smiles nervously, trying to form an apology that won’t come through. “So call me maybe!”

Azul laughs. “Oh, you poor, unfortunate little thing. Would you like me to hang onto your voice for you until a solution is met?” His eyes betray his intentions, and Yuu shudders.

“Boy don’t try to front, I know just, just what you are!”

Azul pushes his glasses up with a hum, smiling. He’s shoved aside by a laughing Floyd.

“Let me at her! I wanna hear Shrimpy sing!”

Yuu shrinks into Rook’s overbearingly sweet hug, singing a dreadful “I ran so far away, I couldn’t get away.”

The enthusiastic hunter coos down at her.

“Down, naughty pups!” Professor Crewel barks out, storming through the crowd with Jack and Sebek in tow. “I can’t even see the child with you all hounding her!”

Suddenly Yuu is set down, dizzy enough to fall back into her seat, and Crewel kneels in front of her with something that looks like a medical kit. He takes out a small thermometer-looking tool.

“Open.”

Yuu shakes her head, lips sealed.

“Pup, I need to check you for something. Open.

Yuu utters a muffled “no,” covering her mouth with her hands for good measure. She was not going to let her voice betray her further, not with the soft peals of laughter surrounding her.

Suddenly she feels several deft fingers along her side, and she’s overcome with a ticklish sensation that has her howling with laughter. Crewel takes the narrow opportunity to slip the thermometer into her mouth.

Ruggie pops up on her other side with something of an apologetic smile, snickering.

She can’t find time to glare at him because the thermometer beeps. Crewel retrieves it with a frown.

“Just as I thought. A musical remedy.” He sighs. “It’s supposed to be taken only in the case of a lost or stolen singing voice.”

Azul snorts out a laugh, as Jade fixes him with a slightly amused look.

“However,” Crewel says pointedly, “we usually don’t have to worry about such instances. I imagine you weren’t aware of what you had taken. How did you even come into possession of it?”

Yuu doesn’t have a clue what something like that would even look like. Then she remembers the “water.”

“Oh no. Oh no. Oh no no no no no—“

“What?” A panicked Adeuce ask in tandem.

“New and a bit alarming, who’d have ever thought that this could be.” she continues, the horror of her situation settling in.

Several pairs of eyes trade confusion.

“I’m such a fool, I can’t be free. . .” Yuu buries her face in her hands. This is humiliating.

“Yuu?” Epel tries.

“I can’t stop singing!” She cries. “Make it stop, make it stop, am I real or just a prop?!”

With a tired sigh Professor Crewel brings Yuu to her feet, speaking over her anguished one-woman musical.

“The effects usually last a few days, give or take. In the meantime, you should all at least save her dignity and not poke fun at the situation.”

He points a glare in the direction of Lilia, hovering somewhere in the background and not bothering to hide his laughter. Malleus stands beside him, awestruck at his child of man’s voice. A Diasomnia student snaps his fingers in front of the fae’s face, with no response.

Crewel continues. “All of you can return to your lunch. You’ve only a few minutes until the next bell. I’ll be escorting Yuu back to Ramshackle—do not follow—for her to at least agonize in private. Stay,” he threatens Rook, who practically prances after them. The hunter sighs, clutching his heart.

“Agony ~” he mourns.

Crewel leaves the cafeteria with a singing, crying Yuu, offering words of comfort, not that she hears them. Everyone else slowly returns to their prior meal.

A moment of silence passes before—

“I’M TRAPPED INSIDE A MUSICAL!”

Cater laughs nervously into his sparkling water. “She’ll be fine.”

“I’M NOT FINE—I’M NOT FIIIIIIINE—!”

Oh, everyone thinks collectively. Except for Epel, who actually says, “oh.”

Vil side-eyes the poor boy.

Ace: Prefect, why are you dancing?!

Yuu: *crying and flossing* I can’t stock boogie woogying!

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Cozy Tea-Themed OC Asks - Jungi the Wolf edition

English Breakfast: What is your OC’s morning routine?

Wakes up as soon as his alarm goes off, usually before the sun is up. Dresses quickly, usually wears similar outfits since he works in athletic wear most of the time. Heads to work, the local gym near his apartment building, and works out before it opens and he starts taking clients. He’s a personal trainer but he also does maintenance for the whole place.

Earl Grey: Does your OC like to read? What is their taste in books?

He hates reading, doesn’t see the value in reading if it’s not something important. Outside of nutritional info or exercise instruction he’s not picking up a book to read for enjoyment. But if you tell him you’re reading something he might like he’ll let you read to him. Just don’t get mad if he falls asleep with his arms around you.

Darjeeling: Where does your OC feel most at home?

Loves being outdoors, especially secluded areas on the mountain side. He loves being able to camp and stay up late to look at the moon or star gaze. Will get embarrassed when you ask if he howls during the full moon because…yeah he does. But he wants to be alone when he howls because it’s too embarrassing with you watching.

Oolong: How does your OC decorate their space?

He’s quite messy. Has multiple laundry baskets to help keep clutter off the floor but it somehow finds a way there. Keeps a set of weights and resistance bands in his room for when he works out at home. A bit on a scarce side decoration wise, but he has a few things that are to his tastes. A few paintings he found pleasing to the eye hang on his walls.

Lapsang Souchong: If your OC was a scented candle, what would they smell like?

Anzuya has given him a collection of colognes to use. So normally he has a clean, sporty scent. As a candle he’d be a mix of clean mountain spring and pine.

Chai: What is your OC’s comfort food/drink?

He likes red meat. Take him to a bbq or hot pot restaurant and he’s happy beyond belief. You can enjoy the veggie menu, he’s ordering all the meat he can stomach.

Pu-erh: What does your OC do when they’re stuck indoors for a day or two?

He gets a little stir crazy. If for some reason he can’t leave and go to the gym he’ll turn his room into a makeshift weight room. The kind of guy that has the pull up bars in a door way so he can let off some steam. Once he’s done all he can do he’s surfing fitness blogs or watching cooking videos.

Green: What is your OC’s favorite piece of clothing?

He wears a lot of athletic clothes mostly. Prefers wearing loose sweatpants and compression shirts around the house. But anything that lets his tail swing free is best. Plus you get to see him wag and wave it around when he watches cooking shows that use his favorite ingredients (meat).

Jasmine: Does your OC like flowers? Which type of flower is their favorite?

I think he’s fond of any plant tbh. A little nature indoors makes him more comfortable. One of the few chores he doesn’t mind is watering the plants around the house or the rooftop garden and making sure everything stays nice and healthy. If he had to pick a favorite it’d probably be Aster or Beebalm for when he gets a cold.

Matcha: What is your OC’s preferred little treat?

He does enjoy hot pot or a nice bbq after a long day. But secretly he really likes it when you cook for him. Make him your specialty or a comfort food you enjoy and he’s over the moon. Doesn’t even notice how big you’re grinning while he licks his plate clean.

Lemon Balm: Does your OC have any bedtime habits or rituals?

He’s a habitual cuddler. He has to cuddle something or he can’t sleep. Used to use pregnancy pillows to help him with his sleeping posture but once you start spending the night with him he’s cuddling you close. If you get hot at night you’ll just have to kick off the blanket or your clothes to cool off because his grip is tight.

Peppermint: How does your OC handle the cold?

He’s pretty indifferent to the cold. Naturally a little warmer than most, Jungi usually wears thin clothing unless it snows or drops pretty low. Likes to make fun of Anzuya when he’s complaining about the weather.

Rooibos: What kind of lighting does your OC prefer? Dim, bright, moody, secret fourth thing?

Moonlight for sure. Makes him feel connected to his family even though they’re gone.

Chamomile: What does your OC do to relax?

A big meal followed by a big nap. You can find him in the garden on the roof on sunny days when he’s off work snoring.

Ginger: What always brightens your OC’s day?

Your words. Knowing you’re near and want to be by him makes him relax. Tell him he’s doing a good job or how much you appreciate him and he’s wagging his tail just for you. Good boy can be used but it usually leads to less relaxing activities.

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It Counts

Sicktember 2024 - Prompt #10 The Sniffles (TM)

Words: 1,642

Pairing: Nakajima Atsushi / Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

POV: First person (Atsushi)

Atsushi’s Perspective:

The single light fills the bathroom with a warm glow, colouring my reflection orange in the mirror. I take the temperature reading device out of my mouth before it can start to beep, so as not to wake Ryuu.

Sure enough, no fever. Perfectly normal. It’s just the weather change giving the tiger, an animal taht prefers warmer environments, a bit of trouble. I’m being dramatic.

‘Spoilt brat! Since when did you become such a hypochondriac? Such weakness will only bring everyone around you down.’

The thought startles me, it came from somewhere deep inside my mind, the part that never really left the orphanage, that sometimes I fear never really will.

As quietly as I can, I walk back to bed. The entire flat has heated floors, but it still feels a bit cold. I know it’s just me because Ryuu sleeps, unbothered.

Still, if there’s any chance I even could be sick, I should sleep on the sofa. Just to be safe.

‘You selfish person, why didn’t you move to the sofa when you felt tired earlier? You’ll get him sick and then he might die!’

My mind's scolding confuses me. Am I sick or not?

-

The sofa is comfortable . . . normally when I’m sitting or cuddled against Ryuu, but now the discomfort is familiar. I drift to sleep, scolding myself for worrying about the neck pain.

–

“Huh?”

I think Ryuu said something to me, but I don’t really wake up until he starts the coffee grinder. The sound grate sound my ears.

“I said: Good morning, Jinko.”

“Oh.”

“May I ask why you are on the sofa?”

Crap! I can’t tell him. I mean, it’s not like I’m even ill. I don’t need him freaking out.

“Uh, I got overheated last night, so I came out here.” My voice sounds way too deep, almost guttural.

He raises an eyebrow, pouring the ground coffee into the coffee maker without looking. “Mmm, interesting, seeing as you’re wearing a jumper.”

Oops.

“Well, the jumper and blanket were too much, but the jumper by itself was fine.” I know I’m only digging myself deeper, but what else can I do? I can’t have him fussing over me when I’m not actually ill.

“Nice try, Jinko. As much as I enjoy you’re morning voice, you are clearly congested.” He trunks his back to me before I can retort. 

Ah, well, there goes that. I sigh, feeling the mucus shift unpleasantly in the back of my throat. I stand, crossing the living room to the kitchen, to make breakfast.

“Peppermint, or Lemon and Ginger tea, Jinko?” He trunks around, holding up two bags.

“Ryuu, stop. It’s barely the sniffles.”

“Tea is proven to help with symptoms like sore throats and congestion.” He explains.

“I know that, but I’m not-I don’t need all that. I’m fine, just- please don’t. Let me make my breakfast. I’ve got to pack my lunch too. I have to be at work at 7:00.”

“Nakajima Atsushi . . .”

My full name. That means he’s about to try and convince me (and it’s about to work). I cut him off.

“No, I don’t even have a fever. I’m not sick enough for this.”

“For what, Atsushi, a little tea? You drink tea all the time, what’s so special about it today?”

“I, uh- you don’t need to make tea for me.”

“Of course not, nothing I do for you is “necessary”, Jinko. I am the sick one. I am the one who requires care, Everything I do for you is because I want to. I know you are perfectly capable of making tea, so are you going to do it yourself?”

I won’t. He’s caught me.

“Well, Atsushi, will you?”

I can’t. It’s not right.

The way he’s looking at me . . . I have to give him so explanation. 

“I-I don’t deserve it,” I whisper. It feels pathetic to say it even if the words are air-horn loud inside my head. “I’m sorry, sorry for troubling you.”

His eyes narrow, faint brows furrowing, and he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. I did just what I didn’t want to do. I made trouble for him.

He exhales heavily, then speaks, “Don’t deserve it, hmm? Well, tell me then, Jinko, how sick do you have to be before you do? Why do I deserve all you do for me?”

What? What is he saying? Of course, he deserves it.

“Because you can’t help it, and I love you!” My voice breaks. It hurts a bit. 

Weak.

He exhales again, “God, Atsushi, do you hear yourself? I can’t help it? Of course not. But neither can you. You didn’t decide to become ill. You-”

“But I’m not ill, not really. I don’t have a fever, it doesn’t count.”

His eyes widen. He stands frozen for a second, then he’s hugging me, hard, face pressed into my neck, nuzzling me.

“No, Ryuu, stop, you’ll catch-”

He ignores me, “Is that what you think?”

“Yes! Now please back up!”

“If it doesn’t count, then why shouldn’t I hug you?” He asks, “If it doesn’t count, why shouldn’t I do this?” He comes close again, lips nearly touching mine. 

I shove him away, barely falling back as I do. I might now be very ill, but for Ryuu, even small things can turn bad.

“Just because you have no measurable symptoms doesn’t mean that you aren’t feeling poorly. Yes?”

I sniffle, I can’t help it anymore. “Y-yes.”

“Now, which tea would you like?”

“Um, Lemon and Ginger, please.”

“Alright, go back to bed. I’ll bring it in.”

“Ryuu, I have work.”

“Sleep would speed up the recovery process.” He argues.

“I want to go to work, I feel well enough. And work would distract me.” It’s true, I’m barely congested. I don’t even have a headache.

He looks at me with slightly narrowed eyes, scanning me up and down, then nods, “There’s no need to tell you that I trust you Jinko. If you say you’re fine, I believe it, but at least allow me to make you proper breakfast and pack your lunch. Try and get a few more minutes in while I do so. You’d be no help at work if you allowed yourself to get worse.”

I can’t argue with that, as harsh as he may seem, Ryuu always knows what will knock sense into me, it seems. I suppose that’s why we’re dating.

-

True to his word, I have plenty of time to dress for work when Ryuu wakes me.

“But, Atsushi, you are not wearing that ridiculous get-up, not today.”

He hands me a stack of clothes before returning to the kitchen to finish breakfast.

I unfold the stack. It contains my usual colours, with slightly different components. Instead of my usual capris, there’s a pair of soft, black joggers (the fashionable kind with the thin ankle elastics), an undershirt and a soft, white T-shirt (it’s long on me, so it must be his) Lastly, a black cable knit jumper to complete the outfit. There are throat lozenges in the pocket.

I leave it off for now, knowing my elevated body temperature I might overheat, but after a second of debate, I stuff it in my bag. Just in case I can’t take the office’s air con as well as usual.

Ryuu’s breakfast is delicious, and I eat almost all of it.

-

I blow him a kiss as I get up. He catches it, then hands one of his black lunch boxes. It feels heavier than it should. I give him a questioning look.

“Soup.” He explains, looking me over with a frown.

“Really, Ryuu, I’m alright.”

“Where’s the jacket?”

“I’ve got it right here, in my bag.” I open my satchel to show him, “See.”

“It’s windy out today, put it on.” 

Chuckling at his antics, I do. “Happy?” And I hand him back the bills from his pocket. “I think you left these.”

“O, that’s for cab fare. It should cover your trip there and home.”

“Ryuu, you don’t have to, the train is perfectly fin-”

He places a finger over my lips, reaches behind me to the coat hooks for a scarf, and fastens it on my neck.

“The station is blocks and blocks away, you don’t need to walk today. I’m sure you’ll get your steps in adequately at work. There. Now you may go. And you had better tell Dazai-san that you can’t fight today. If I see you, I’ll drag you straight back home.”

“Yeah, yeah, Ryuu, I will.” I blow him one last kiss before putting on my mask and heading out the door.

–

Of course, I get funny looks for showing up in a cab, and my outfit, but it’s mostly forgotten when they see my mask. Thankfully, Dazai-san steps in to keep Yosano-sensei, and Kyouka from worrying too much, as much of a hypochondriac as he is, he seems to understand not wanting attention. 

I’m glad for my jacket, the office feels colder than usual today.

-

By lunch, I feel better. Kunikida-san put me on desk duty, even when I instead he didn’t, but he said it hardly mattered since we had no field cases today. Judging by the amount of paperwork from our latest cases, that’s probably a good thing. 

Despite only filing papers all day, my appetite has come back. The tiger heals wounds instantaneously, but she takes a bit longer for things like this, so I’m not surprised. I’m starving.

It looks like Ryuu anticipated that I would be feeling better, just like always, even when he chides me he has more faith than I have in myself sometimes. 

The lunch box contains all the ingredients for chazuke, arranged carefully, minus the tea, which is in the thermos. That must be why it felt heavy. For some reason, seeing the lunch box makes my chest feel warm. It’s nice. Is this how Ryuu feels when I care for him? I can only hope so.

As I pour the tea, I can only think that maybe my burdens aren’t as big as I think they are. Maybe sharing my burdens isn’t always so terrible. Maybe sometimes sharing can make them smaller.

Either way, Ryuu’s double portion of Chazuke is wonderful.

[theshypinkflower]

WOO HOOOO SUMMERTIME!

What would be their go to alcohol for the summer? Like a margarita, Pinta colada, or just plain whisky or shots? (All Goffards)

(I like ranting about Ky, I hope it's alright) Ky adores fruity alcohol. Including a mango margarita, so if she goes to any pool party and if there's alcohol she goes for that fruity cocktail with no hesitation.

Also make sure to keep in check we love you sm!!! Here's a donut 🍩

Normally Sal is a simple whiskey or an old fashioned guy, he’s not one for fruity cocktails. Sissy shit and whatever. But he does recognize that there’s a time and a place for them. Like pina coladas. Sometimes you need a refreshing drink that gets you hammered. He like frozen margaritas, but in a margaritaville sort of way. As long as it’s frozen and in the summer he’ll allow it.

Derek sticks his guns of fireball, everclear, and patron. He’s a shots person. Easy, and down the hatch. He acts like he likes plain whiskey, but he’d rather die than drink it. The only drink he likes with whiskey in it is whiskey sours. He’s also more experimental than Sal is. And by experimental I mean trying some gross shots. Brain hemorrhage shot, cement mixer shot. His go to summer drink is lemon drops and tequila sunrises. Honestly anything with syrup in it he drinks. Sweet tooth gets the best of him. Which sucks cause everyone sees fruit cocktails as girly, despite how he can down like five of them in a minute. Sex on the beach is also a good one in his book.

Matt is pretty simple. Rum and coke, gin and tonic, or just a plain drink. It’s either that or a Bloody Mary of all drinks. Don’t ask him why he likes the mixture of tomato juice, tobacco, and vodka. He just does. Blue lagoon might be the only fruity cocktail he’d actually drink, but that’s just cause it’s his favorite color. He’ll only drink it by himself. Once ordered it at a resort and his dad made fun of him. Now if he wants a refreshing drink it’s gotta be a margarita or pina colada, and frankly he just doesn’t like how easy it is for him to get a brain freeze. Manhattans are for when he wants to impress people. Old fashioned is just a bit too bitter for his taste.

Rochelle actually really likes Long Island Ice teas. What’s scary is that she can drink like two whole pitchers and be okay. She’s got a liver of steel. She also likes mojitos, but only for brunch. Daiquiris are fun in the summer time. Fruity, sweet, and perfect for lounging in the pool and sipping on. She’s like her dad in the sense she drinks in the pool while on a floatie. Champagne is also good. Elegant, bubbly, and no one questions it if you buy five bottles of it at the store. Wine on the other hand? Then you get looks. Especially if it’s box wine. The only thing keeping her from being a wine mom nursing a wine headache with Prozac is the fact that people give you looks. If she didn’t care about her imagine, she’d be lounging around the house in her pajamas drinking straight from the tap of white box wine.

Gwendolyn doesn’t really like drinking. And frankly I’m not too sure yet if she’s still almost an adult, or barely one. I’ll probably keep her an adult? Like 19 maybe? Which contradicts with my last post featuring her so I’ll go back and change that. She can’t legally drink, but she won’t deny she’s had some alcohol. She likes sangrias at best. Her mom let her try hers at a dinner outing and it tasted pretty good. She didn’t like the aftertaste but it was alright.

(Hehehehe thank you for the donut sweetie! <3)

[touchlikethesun]

coffee or tea??

tsukishima and yamaguchi are coffee drinkers, but tsukki puts more milk and sugar in it than is probably advisable (he carries a toothbrush with him that he thinks probably wards away cavities effectively enough). whereas yams takes his black normally. he picked up the habit in university for long nights studying, but has been trying to cut down and only have a few cups in the morning. their mug collection is starting to take over the kitchen because yamaguchi started unintentionally collecting them. he tends to cycle thru mainly the pokémon themed ones, but tsukki uses the same mug and washes it by hand every day so he can use it again (it’s big enough to hold all the milk sugar and coffee but still sits comfortable in his hand)

yachi and kageyama are tea drinkers. yachi mainly drinks herbal tea - lord knows she doesn’t need caffeine making her anxious - and she really likes rosehip tea and other sorts of nice floral teas. she has a really nice matching tea set for guests but she usually drinks out of the cartoon crow mug the boys got for her as a graduation present. kageyama is no where near as particular about his tea, he just has two types of generic tea bags, one green and one black, but he does drink a fair bit of it, and he leaves half drunk cups of tea all around the flat because he can’t stand when it gets cold. (ik about the boy’s milk obsession but i think that’s an out-and-about drink. at home he has tea.)

hinata doesn’t drink coffee or tea, he’ll have protein shakes for workouts, but otherwise he really only drinks water. winter mornings, he might heat it up and add lemon to it, but most of the time he’s more than happy to just have water. some people think it’s for the health benefits, and that’s a small part of it, but really he just… doesn’t really like coffee or tea.

[ohvelma]

How are you doing today? Okay I guess. I've felt a bit sick and dizzy on and off which is annoying.

What is the last song you listened to in a car? I can't remember.

Do you like prefer apple cider warm or cold? I don't think I've had warm apple cider before.

When did you last feel misunderstood? Maybe over the weekend? I'm not really sure.

Have you ever visited The Louvre or would you like to? I haven't. It would be cool to visit but it's unlikely to happen.

Have you ever accidentally locked yourself out of your place of residence? Yeah, but we have a key hide so it wasn't that bad. Just that initial reaction of "oh I fucked up"

Do you remember your favourite songs as a kid? Songs not so much, but I know I liked the Spice Girls and Aqua. Do you currently feel calm? Calm-ish I guess?

When did you last lace up a pair of shoes? Today.

What’s your go to comfort meal? If I'm cooking it's beef stroganoff. If someone else is it's probably some form of creamy pasta.

Do you enjoy cloud watching? Ah a little I guess?

Do you currently have any candles lit? Not at the moment.

If applicable, what’s your favorite sports team? -

How many cardigans do you own? Maybe 6?

How much is too much for clothes? Depends on what it is. I tend to buy most of my clothes when they're on sale anyway.

How soon do you normally decorate for holidays? I don't really decorate for holidays.

Are there any important things happening this week? Not that I can think of?

Do you know anyone who is terrified of dogs? Not so much terrified any more but they are very cautious around them, and there are some breeds they won't go near at all.

What scent was the last soap you used? Either lemon myrtle and honey or rose.

How old were you when you made your first big purchase? 19 I think? Or 20? I bought a laptop.

What last made you angry? Something I had no control over.

What’s a colour you think is underrated? I don't know? Maybe green?

What are you usually doing when midnight comes around and you can’t sleep? Honestly I'm usually just going to bed around midnight. But when I can't sleep I might get up and make myself some Quiet Mind tea or read something or chuck my headphones on and watch something for a little while.

What is your favourite way to eat rice? (white, steamed, fried, brown, sweetened…) Fried I think.

What colour is the top you’re wearing? Black.

When did you last laugh so hard you cried? Maybe the other week? Not too sure.

What’s your favourite horror movie? I don't know, I'm honestly shit at picking favourite anythings.

What’s your favourite and least favourite fast food restaurant? I don't know!

How many pictures can you see in the room you’re in? 3.

When did you last sign your signature? At the hospital the other week. I had to sign a consent form.

Are you currently listening to music? No, but I can hear the Balatro music because Dyl's playing it.

What do your favourite pair of pyjamas look like? It's an oversized light green t shirt with a tiger on it.

What is something you’ve been working on? Trying to finish of some crochet projects. I think I have over 16 work in progresses currently and I really need to get some of them done.

What’s something that excites you about the future? Hopefully going to see some friends that live in another state at some point this year.

How often do you drink smoothies? Rarely.

What’s a TV show you have gotten into recently? Nothing really springs to mind.

Have you ever had to have a tooth cut out? Yes, all my wisdom teeth had to be cut out when I was 19.

When did you last rush for something? I was rushing around to get organised this afternoon.

How many blankets do you own? Maybe 8? Not including the ones I have for the cats.

Have you drank enough water today? No. I'm terrible at remembering to drink water unless I have a bottle in my eyesight.

Do you prefer apple pie or pecan pie? I don't think I've ever had pecan pie.

What colour takes up most of your wardrobe? Black.

What makes you feel alive? I honestly don't know.

Who is your last missed call from? My Mum.

Do you have any unusual pet peeves? Oh probably?

What is a food you think is nasty that most people enjoy? I'm not big on seafood.

Would you rather never be sick again or be rich? If I picked never be sick again would that eliminate current illnesses as well? Financial security would be pretty solid though..

Do you have a specialty dish that you’re really good at making? I get lots of compliments on my Beef Stroganoff.

What video games did you play when you were growing up? The Sims, I tried to play Croc, Zoo Tycoon, Pokemon, Nintendogs and Animal Crossing. There was a game on the PS2 that I used to play but I can't remember what it was called.

Are you good at making big decisions alone or do you tend to seek approval from others? It really depends but I think I do tend to need/want to run my thoughts by someone else purely because I doubt my own judgement a lot.

Does your town or city have good public transport, or is it easier to drive? Not particularly, I think there's just the bus service and taxis.

What was the last cocktail you drank? I think it was a Dark and Stormy?

Are you good at keeping running counts and tallies in your head? No. My brain and numbers are not friends.

Does your country have its own edition of Big Brother? I think we did but not any more?

How often do you take a nap during the day? Rarely.

What social media platforms do you use? Honestly mostly just Instagram and Facebook but I haven't actually posted anything on them since 2021 I think.

Are there any foods you hate the smell of but like the taste, or vice versa? I hate the smell of Silverside while it's cooking.

Are you listening to anything right now? Still Balatro music.

What is one of your favourite sitcoms? I have no idea actually.

Do you make to-do lists? Everyday. It's the only way for me to remember what I need to do and what I've already done.

If you could magically become fluent in any language, what would it be? Oooh. Maybe Scots Gaelic, Dutch or Latin? There's others as well so I can't really decide.

Have you ever tried vegan ice cream? Not that I can remember?

What pet names do you use for your friends/loved ones? I usually call Dyl honey, hunbun, baby, or bub. Or my love. Most of my friends have nicknames that are just variants of their name.

What pet names do you like to be called? I haven't really thought about it? I'm usually happy with whatever Dyl calls me.

What was the best concert you’ve ever seen? Would probably be one of the times I've seen DZ Deathrays. I just can't pick which time.

Do you have any hobbies? Art (drawing and painting mainly), crochet, writing, playing the guitar and singing, sewing, gardening, I dunno a bunch of stuff. I think I mostly just enjoy making things/being creative? I get really restless and out of sorts when I haven't done some form of art in a while.

What is your favourite pasta shape? Does ravioli count as a shape?

Have you ever developed your own film? No.

When was the last time you stayed in a hotel/motel and where was that? Last year in Melbourne?

What breed was the last dog you saw? Tenterfield Terrier.

What’s your favourite Disney movie? I'm shit at picking favourites so I really don't know!

What’s the most stressful job you’ve ever had? All of the jobs I've had have been stressful in some way. But my last one probably the most. It ended up contributing to a massive break down with my mental health. (which wasn't great to begin with but it made it so much worse.)

What was the last text message you received? A scam message about a parcel.

[waitineedaname]

inspired by @clearbun's post !

“You’re being a baby.”

“And you’re an asshole.”

It was humiliating just to hear himself speak. Greed the Avaricious, normally a presence that filled the room and a voice that commanded attention, was reduced to a pitiful croak under nine layers of blankets and pillows, made raspy by the gunk that coated his throat. He once had aspirations to be emperor of the world, and now here he was, incapacitated by a mild virus. 

Ling Yao, the Emperor of Xing, Greed’s best friend in the entire world, and most importantly, the absolute bastard who got him sick in the first place, was unamused.

“It’s just bronchitis.” Ling crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “I’m sure every child in Xing has had it at some point.”

“Do I look like a child to you?” Greed managed to unearth a hand from under his layers of blankets to hold up a finger. “Don’t answer that.”

Ling dutifully did not answer, but he did snicker, which was answer enough. Greed was going to throttle him once he felt well enough to stand for longer than forty seconds. “I brought you something to drink,” Ling said, because he was capable of being helpful. Greed poked a little more of his head out from under the blankets, then fully wriggled into a sitting position when he saw what Ling had brought him. He held the warm cup in both hands and took a long sip, letting out a contented sigh. Ling insisted it was just honey and lemon juice, but Greed was pretty sure it was the ichor of the gods, considering it was one of only things he could swallow without feeling like he’d attempted knife-eating again. He’d done that stunt precisely once in his life, and he decided it wasn’t worth the regeneration, even if it was funny to watch people’s reactions. This stupid sore throat was much worse, especially considering he couldn’t even make some dramatic performance out of it.

“Next time,” Greed rasped out between sips, “You should put a shot of whiskey in this.”

Ling smirked. “I’ll see what I can do. I think we’ve still got the bottle Ed sent.”

“You still have most of the bottle Ed sent,” Greed corrected him. He would know.

“I see you still haven’t had the tea my alkahestrists made for you.”

Greed glanced over at the now cold cup of tea on his bedside table, then back to Ling, eyes narrowed. “It smells weird.”

“Can you even smell anything? I thought you’d still be clogged up.” Ling leaned over in the chair he’d pulled up and inspected the tea. 

“I can smell enough to know that shit’s suspicious.”

“It’s not suspicious, Greed.” Ling sighed, exasperated. “It’s medicinal. Do you want Mei to come in here and lecture you into taking your medicine again?”

Greed grimaced. No, he did not. He loved the kid, really, but she could be damn persistent when she got down to business. Medicine was her specialty, after all. He’d thought she might actually stab him if he didn’t follow her bed arrest orders. Not that he needed much persuading; he’d nearly pulled a Ling and passed out in the middle of a hallway a few days earlier, and that had been enough to convince him he should probably be horizontal for a while.

“How are you feeling?” Ling asked. In the time it took for Greed to reflect on Mei’s potential lecture, he had stood and handed the tea to a servant in the hallway so it could be reheated, and he was back in his seat now. Out of all his symptoms, the brain fog might be Greed’s least favorite part of being sick.

“Terrible. Thanks for asking.” Greed attempted to slump back into his nest of pillows and blankets without spilling his lemon drink all over himself.

“I’m surprised it’s hitting you this badly.” Ling propped his chin up contemplatively. “It was just a mild cold for me, and I was better in a couple days.”

“Yeah, well,” Greed paused to cough his lungs out. Ling sympathetically patted his back. “You have experience being sick,” Greed said once he’d composed himself again. “I can’t exactly blast the illness out of me with the Philosopher’s Stone anymore.”

Ling hummed lightly in thought. A knock came at the door, and he perked up. “Enter,” he said. To their surprise, it was not a servant who popped their head through the door, but rather Alphonse, wearing a mask on the lower half of his face and carrying a bowl of soup. Ling zeroed in on the bowl like a bloodhound. “Ooh! Is that ginger garlic soup?”

“It’s not for you!” Al said, laughing. “It’s for our patient here.”

“Gimme.” Greed made grabby hands for it, only remembering to set aside his drink after extending his arms. 

“Such unfair treatment,” Ling complained half-heartedly. “Where was my soup when I was sick?”

“I know for a fact that you had people waiting on you hand and foot that brought you a barrel’s worth of soup,” Al teased, handing the bowl to Greed.

“What if I just wanted soup from my friend Alphonse, did you think of that?” 

“If you want soup so badly, go down to the kitchen. I think they have some left over.”

“Maybe I will.” Ling stood from his chair and straightened his robes. “This is perfect timing, actually. I had a meeting I needed to attend anyway. Greed, you’re in Al’s hands now.”

“What, am I being babysat?” Greed grumbled.

“Yep!” Ling sang cheerily. He grinned and waved at them both and was out the door before Greed could complain any further.

“Royal pain in my ass,” Greed muttered. Al chuckled and replaced Ling in the chair at his bedside. Greed took a long sip of the soup and groaned happily when the ginger immediately punched him straight in the sinuses. “Fuck, this stuff is good.”

“I thought you’d like that.” Al’s eyes crinkled above his mask. It finally registered in Greed’s mind that he was wearing it, and he gestured to his own mouth.

“What’s up with the mask? Hiding from the guards or something?”

“No, I’m pretty sure my hair gives me away to everyone in the palace,” Al admitted. “Being without my body for so long kinda destroyed my immune system, so I’d rather not risk getting sick. No offense.”

“None taken.” Greed waved him off, taking another sip of his soup. “Trust me, I’m beginning to understand why humans hate being sick so much.”

“You really ended up with the short end of the stick, huh?” Al said sympathetically. “A brand new human body, but it means you haven’t built up an immune system since childhood.”

“You’re telling me.” Greed sighed. “You know, this isn’t really what I had in mind when I asked how to get a body like yours back when we met.”

Al tsked. “The armor couldn’t get sick, which I guess was convenient. But it also couldn’t enjoy delicious soup.”

“Fair enough. I guess being able to have soup partially makes up for being able to get sick.” Greed clumsily guided the noodles towards his mouth with his chopsticks. Temporarily sated and sinuses feeling more clear, he sat back and smacked his lips. “So what’s the verdict, doc?”

“Well, I don’t think you’re gonna die,” Al declared brightly.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Greed said, tone dry.

“Are you still feeling feverish?” 

“Nah. I felt shitty when I woke up, but I think I’m past it now.”

“And you’re coughing phlegm up?” Al asked. Greed’s grimace was answer enough. “I think you’re probably past the worst of it. You might have a cough for a while, but you’ll probably be back to functioning in a couple days.” Greed sighed in relief, only for Al to ruin his mood by adding, “But I think you’re gonna have to drink the tea Mei prescribed you.”

Greed groaned. “But it smells like dirt!”

“There are lots of nutrients in dirt!” Al said cheerfully. Greed narrowed his eyes at him.

“Are you fucking with me?”

Al grinned and didn’t answer his question. “I’ll ask Mei if we can add other helpful herbs to mask the taste. How’s that sound?” Greed grumbled and slumped lower in his blanket mound, but he didn’t argue further. Al took his bowl and put it on the bedside table beside his lemon drink. “I have to head to the library, but Mei will probably be around in a couple hours to check on you. Get some rest, alright?”

Greed grunted and gave him a thumbs up, already struggling to keep his eyes open. The satisfying warmth of the soup in his belly and the coziness of the softest pillows in the palace (he checked) were conspiring against him to make it nearly impossible to resist taking a nap. He was pretty sure he heard Al snicker at him, but he honestly couldn’t bring himself to care. Having a human immune system sucked ass, but at least he had his people looking out for him. Being human wasn’t all bad.

[tv3x]

🛸-ABOUT MEEEE-!!!!

hello hello hello-!!!

Call me Tuex or Sun!! I’m an artist and animator that animates my fixations !!! :3

I’m the host of an OSDD system ((Happy Health Hospital // Dead Doe Collective)) [note that alters may post if they wanna at some point in time]

— Therian ((Border Collie theriotype!!)) Otherkin, Furry ((Kyáto!)), Fictionkin

— Overall, I’m just here to share my fixations and meet fellow critters!! X3

🪐-Basic Info!

PRONOUNS : It/Its/Zir ((agender + xenogender)) HYPERFIXATIONS : Chonny Jash, Yaelokre, Aliens, Project Blue Book, Will Wood, Tally Hall, Lemon Demon, Jack Stauber, Madilyn Mei, Rabbitology, Puppeteering, Art, My OCs ((c-7-8 project!!!!)), Holy Harmonia ((my CCCC AU)), Murder Drones, TADC, Warrior Cats, WoF, Writing, ((and more that I probably can’t think of atm))

🔭-DNI

Man I really don’t care XD!!! Just be a decent person and respect my boundaries^^!!

Some more specific things tho:

— Please don’t DM me if over 17!!

— I don’t wanna be involved in fights or discourse of any kind. Please don’t mention me in those situations! I’ve made the occasional post giving my feedback, but I really just wanna drink tea with the cool people and exist. That’s all lmfao

🚀-TAG DIRECTORY!!!

:3 — Literally any post that isn’t related to my normal fandom content

<Tuex Yaps> — Any amount of me talking or being a creature!! Usually Hyperfixations rambles but it really depends

<Tuex Drawz> — Art I make!!! I’m not the most consistent artist, but I’ll get drawings up eventually ^^!!!

🛰️-USERNAMES!!

I’m Tv3x or Tv3x_Drawz on most platforms!!! I’m also svn // silversunz on TikTok, but the username change is because my TT is not associated with the rest of my content!! ((I do cosplays and make masks. The rest of my content on other platforms is tied to fandoms and hyperfixations. My TT account might change eventually tho))

Also because a lot happens on twt, I want to state that I have a twt acc, I just forget it exists

Anygays, here’s my YouTube!!

YOUTUBE ((where most of Holy Harmonia gets posted))

that’s all-!!!

my page is a safe space for Jash fans, therians, furries, and anyone alike-!!

I’ll see ya around!!!

— ⭐️ ((Tuex Critter!!!))

[ellies-bpd-spiral]

Hey, fellow BPD/Cluster B! How you doing?

I’m terrible at starting conversations, so err—what’s your favorite type of tea? Sounds lame, I know 😔 I love tea. You could even be more specific if you’d like. Black tea, green tea, herbal tea? Whichever favorite you have in that category. Or even how you like your tea. With milk, with sugar, plain? Or even boba tea!

I really like herbal teas to be honest, they’re lovely for when I can’t have any more caffeine but want a warm drink. Some of them are really good with lemon juice, such as peach tea!

If you don’t like tea, then perhaps coffee? Or any other drink honestly, doesn’t have to be coffee or tea. I personally like espresso (Italian brand though 💔 I’m picky 😔 ). I usually have it plain if it’s fresh.

yayyy new anon

personally i don't drink much tea, and when i do its normally like arizona iced tea lol. Kiwi strawberry is my favorite out of the arizona flavors so far! I do also enjoy boba but i haven't had that in ages... i do also drink coffee a lot but thats mostly cause my parents have a machine already,, i normally put equal parts milk and coffee and then add some sugar cause i don't like bitter things >.>

[yourlocalchronicdaydreamer]

Thanks for the tag!

1. Bridgerton, Arcane, and A Man on the Inside (I’m so bad at motivating myself to watch new shows though lol)

2. Tbh I’m pretty boring and just wear identical plain socks that are hidden underneath my converse

3. Not really

4. I have this one dress that I just wear every time

5. Fried is my go to, but I like scrambled as well

6. I have like fifty plain white bookmarks and I keep a few of them in various places around my room so I can always grab one when I’m reading

7. My closet is mostly black, white, and blue, with some green and purple (I don’t wear warm colours lol)

8. I don’t anymore, except that I like to buy my favourite books, but I have crystal and eraser collections from when I was younger

9. I don’t really know tbh

10. I like the really specific aesthetic ones

11. No

12. She’s really good at getting things done, she’s really easy to talk to, and she treats our dms like her diary and sometimes leaves me 70 messages at once

13. Black pen normally, though if I’m scribbling ideas down quickly I’ll do that in pencil

14. My bedroom and the library

15. No, the only plants in my room are fake hanging ones that I have fairy lights mixed in with

16. These aren’t hoodies, but my favourite jumpers are my folklore cardigan that I got for Christmas and a purple cardigan that my best friend crocheted for me

17. I don’t really order things online

18. Ooh nothing too dangerous lol, I’d probably want to get closure on some sort of historical mystery

19. Me and my best friend dressed up as Steve and Robin from Stranger Things a few years ago

20. Anything that doesn’t involve visual stuff (I hate graphs and all that)

21. Uh I don’t really know anything about art history, but my favourite current artists are Matt Beyrer and Thomas Kinkade

22. Iced! (I’m addicted to iced tea)

23. I don’t sing in the shower

24. Tbh I haven’t really gotten past the early stage where you’re too nervous to be confident or enjoy it, and instead of practicing I just … don’t drive (I’ve had my license for over a year and barely used it 😭)

25. No, and I don’t really want any

26. I love baking! Mostly just cakes and cookies

27. Er I don’t think so

28. Tbh I feel like swimming is more trouble than it’s worth, so I don’t really swim that often

29. I had so many Lego friends sets

30. Yes! Everything that hangs has a designated coat hanger, and everything that doesn’t is roughly organised into how often I wear it

31. I don’t really watch music videos much

32. I feel like streaks of dark blue or purple would look really cool

33. Earbuds

34. Yes - I purposefully have an analog watch so I don’t get out of practice

35. I had like ten beanie boos that I loved

36. Um I don’t think I’m really good at any of them

37. As long as they’re not just watching me, I’m fine

38. Ik it says tv show but I’m putting the marauders era because that’s my biggest obsession rn and I don’t have any irl friends to talk to about it :(

39. Lying down on my bed after getting home from school

40. Any pretty trees that give strong autumn vibes

41. Either lemon Myrtle or chai

42. I don’t have many, and I frequently uninstall them to save storage, but my favourite is piano tiles

43. On

44. Either put it in my bag or in a spare wallet that I barely use

45. I can’t do cursive well, but my print handwriting is very neat (unless I’m writing really fast)

46. The Naturals by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

47. Yes! They’re my only form of exercise

48. No

49. Curl up with the window open with a book and (if it’s cool enough) a warm drink and a blanket

50. I just need it to be cold 😭 (it’s summer here rn, it never gets below like 21c at night, and I am SUFFERING)

I’d like to know more about all of my moots, so moots, if you see this, please consider this me tagging you

50 Questions Just Because

What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to?

Describe your favorite pair of socks

Do you like smoothies?

What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

How do you like your eggs?

What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book?

What color dominates your closet?

Do you collect anything? If so, what?

What sounds or scents calm you down?

What’s your favorite kind of uquiz question? (Lyric, color, aesthetic, etc)

Do you wear glasses or contacts?

What’s something about your best friend that you love?

Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil?

What are some places where you feel most at home?

Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

What’s the last thing you ordered online?

What’s one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed?

What’s your favorite Halloween costume from when you were a kid?

What kind of math are you best at?

What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok!

Iced or hot drinks?

Which songs do you like to sing in the shower?

Are you a good driver?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Are there any that you want?

Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them!

Can you swim very well? Do you like swimming?

Did you play with Legos as a kid? What was your favorite set?

Is your closet organized? If so, how?

What’s the last music video you watched?

If you could dye your hair any color, regardless of how you think it would look, what color would you choose?

Headphones or earbuds?

Can you read analog clocks?

Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid.

What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at?

Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking?

What’s one show you watch or musician you listen to that your friends know nothing about?

What was the best part of your day today?

What’s your favorite kind of tree?

What scent is your deodorant?

Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite?

Do you shower with the lights on or off?

What do you do with spare change?

Do you have good handwriting?

What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked?

Do you like to go on walks?

Do you have a favorite plate or bowl?

What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

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How do I Deal with Morning Sickness?

Morning sickness is one of the most common pregnancy symptoms. If you’re in your first trimester and feeling nauseous, you’re not alone. Around 70% of pregnant women experience nausea, and about half also deal with vomiting.

But here’s the good news—it usually fades by the end of the first trimester. And until then, there are simple ways to feel better. Let’s talk about what causes morning sickness and what you can do to manage it every day.

What is morning sickness, really?

Despite the name, morning sickness can happen at any time of the day—not just in the morning. It usually starts around the 6th week of pregnancy and may last until week 14. For some women, it goes on a bit longer.

Doctors aren’t fully sure what causes it, but it’s linked to rising pregnancy hormones, especially hCG (human chorionic gonadotropin). A sensitive stomach, stress, or strong smells can also trigger it.

Common symptoms include:

Nausea with or without vomiting

Feeling tired or dizzy

Sensitivity to smells

Trouble eating or keeping food down

These symptoms can be tough—but they’re also a sign that your pregnancy hormones are rising, which usually means the pregnancy is progressing well.

Simple tips to manage morning sickness

Eat small, frequent meals: Don’t let your stomach go completely empty. Try eating something every 2–3 hours. Go for light, bland foods like dry toast, crackers, or plain khichdi.

Start your day with a snack: Keep dry snacks like biscuits or murmura next to your bed. Eat a few bites before getting up. This helps ease that early-morning nausea.

Stay hydrated: Sip water, coconut water, or lemon water throughout the day. If plain water makes you queasy, try sucking on ice cubes or adding a slice of lemon or ginger.

Avoid strong smells: Certain smells—like onions, perfumes, or fried food—can make nausea worse. Try to stay in well-ventilated areas and avoid cooking if the smell bothers you.

Eat what you can tolerate: Don’t stress about eating perfectly. If all you can manage is curd rice or bananas for a few days, that’s okay. Focus on keeping something down.

Try ginger—it works!

Ginger is known to reduce nausea. You can sip ginger tea, chew on a small piece of ginger, or add it to your meals. Some women find that ginger candies or ginger water help a lot.

Just keep the quantity small, and always check with your doctor before trying anything new.

Use your breath and movement to feel better

Deep breathing and gentle movement can help ease nausea. When you breathe slowly and calmly, it tells your brain to relax, which can reduce queasiness.

That’s why some moms look for prenatal yoga classes to help with nausea, fatigue, and stress. These classes are designed for your body during pregnancy and often include breathing exercises that calm the stomach and mind.

Even gentle stretching or a short walk can boost digestion and help you feel better. Just avoid anything too intense—listen to your body.

Rest when you need it

Fatigue can make nausea worse. If you’re feeling low-energy, take a short nap or just lie down and close your eyes. Even 20 minutes of rest can make a big difference.

Don’t feel guilty for needing more sleep. Your body is working overtime right now, and rest is part of healing.

Stay mentally calm

Sometimes nausea gets worse when you’re anxious or worried. Try to do small things that make you feel good—like listening to soft music, reading a light book, or watching a comforting show.

Many women find comfort in meditation, journaling, or guided relaxation. If you're exploring “maternity yoga classes near me,” check if they include guided breathing or mental relaxation sessions. These classes often create a calm, supportive space that helps both physically and mentally.

When to call your doctor

Morning sickness is normal—but there are times when you should get medical help. Call your doctor if:

You can’t keep any food or drink down

You lose weight

You feel dizzy or faint

You’re showing signs of dehydration (dry lips, dark urine, dry skin)

Your doctor may suggest safe medicines or supplements to help you manage the symptoms better.

In conclusion

Morning sickness is tough, but it usually doesn’t last forever. By making a few small changes—like eating often, staying hydrated, resting, and doing gentle breathing—you can manage it better.

Support from prenatal yoga classes or maternity yoga classes near me can also bring relief. These spaces offer movement, rest, and calm—all the things your body craves right now.

Hang in there. This phase will pass, and brighter, nausea-free days are coming soon. You’re doing great, and your body is doing something amazing.

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So it turns out the last time I thought I got sick was a false alarm, and the real deal is only starting now, two weeks later :,) (rambling under the cut, some health stuff etc no mental health tho just physical)

FUCK I JUST TYPED OUT THE WHOLE THING AND THEN ADDED THE READ MORE AND IT DELETED EVERYTHING. i hate it here

Anyway. I completely forgot everything I put in that ramble, which is amazing. Anyway yeah I’m sick and what’s really messing with me is the fact that I’m really dizzy all the time? I don’t think I’ve had this happen before. I don’t have a fever, I feel super feverish but I almost never get fevers anymore (last time I did was over a year ago when I had the flu and covid at once, jackpot, and I’ve been sick super often this last year. Funfact my sense of taste is still messed up from back then in that things will taste much sweeter to me than the average person. Tap water is sweet. Potatoes are sweet. Everything is sweet. I almost never add sugar to my deserts because it’s overwhelming and also it keeps me in a constant state of lowkey dehydration because tap water is all I drink and I can’t stand the taste of it anymore because it tastes sweet. Back then I went for two and a half days without drinking and honestly idk how or why no one dragged my ass to the hospital back then but anyway. I figured out that warm water with a spritz of lemon juice is the only thing I can stomach when I’m sick, no honey or tea, nothing so that’s fun)

Yeah I also feel weirdly nauseous all the time? Like. My stomach hurts a little but I can eat normally, but then I randomly get super nauseous out of nowhere, but nothing ends up happening. Weird stuff. My throat hurts, my head hurts, everything kinda hurts, and yeah. The lemon water is making my throat hurt worse but tbh I’m not going the dehydration route again so we gotta pick our evil. Tomorrow I have my first driving lesson in the complete darkness that I can’t cancel, so that’s gonna be fucking fun

I also notice how my joints are hurting worse when I’m sick? Like this has happened a few times before because my joints are kinda fucky but I’m definitely noticing it right now, my knees are like begging me not to use them lmao 😭

Actually I’m also gonna do a covid test now and might put the results here later hehe anyway yeah

Update test is negative so there’s that at least