#it's 8pm here

[re-whump]

Day 5 - Concussed Caretaking

more Mozzy! maybe catching a break! it's a little over 500 words, oopsie. and on a comfort prompt, can you believe? (you should, it's what happens when I don't take time to edit) contains: tiny whumpee (borrower), concussed whumpee, unprepared caretaker

Mozzy was on the ground, soaked and freezing and vulnerable, and before they could blink, they were on their lying back under bright lights. It was dry. Their coat was missing. They were on a folded towel or something else soft. Warm. Inside. It smelled like…food? Old grease and something sweet. Some kind of kitchen.

They glared at the ambient brightness as they slowly sat up to try to get their bearings. Their head was killing them. It felt like a vise meant to pop their eyeballs and it made their vision even blurrier than usual. They hardly wanted anything more than to lay back down and get more sleep, but they knew they weren’t safe here, wherever here might be. It was bright and open and that meant they were basically serving them up to whatever hungry predator happened to wander by.

When Mozzy stood up, the light on the horizon shifted into a large shadow that fell towards them. They flinched automatically at the movement and stumbled in the opposite direction. The shadowy shape came into focus just before it reached them and they tripped over their own shock. Their tail just hurt when they tried to catch themself and landed against splayed fingers, each nearly as long as Mozzy was tall. They were too afraid to move except for the slight sway from their lost balance until the hand gently guided them back to where they’d woken up.

“Okay, no, we’re still gonna sit here for a bit, hm? Lay down?” the human said.

Mozzy stared up towards the rest of the shadowy figure. The lights around the edges burned and their eyes really didn’t want to focus on it besides confirmation that the human certainly did have a face. Dark hair, maybe?

The hand let go of them and tapped the towel several times to try and coax them back into bed. They waited for the hand to pull away then broke into a run.

Or, into a stumble. Between their broken—missing!—tail and whatever was happening with their head, their legs were having trouble remembering how gravity worked. The human caught Mozzy again and this time the fingers curled around them and pulled them off their feet.

“Hey, hey. You can’t run off yet. Sit down or you’re going to hurt yourself. You almost ran straight off the table, you know.”

Mozzy shook their head and struggled as the human lowered them back into the makeshift bed. Before they could even try to get to their feet, she tucked a corner towel over them and held them down for a second. They thrashed, but this was more than warning enough that she could crush them whenever she wanted. They went still.

Her hand drifted away to poke at another light Mozzy assumed was her phone. Calling someone? Photographing them? That, they couldn’t see no matter how hard they squinted their blurry eyes. A few more taps of glass and her hand returned to stroke the side of Mozzy's head.

They didn’t like being under her hand one bit, but they could admit the motion was about comforting enough to balance out that discomfort. They closed their eyes and pretended they didn’t know what it was that was touching them. Or maybe just that they didn’t know they shouldn’t trust a human so easily.

“I know this is my fault, I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t know”—she swallowed the rest of the sentence and her voice forced a smile—“It looks like we finally got your tail to stop, um, oozing though. God, I’m sorry. I don’t suppose you’ve got some secret, tiny doctor around I could take you to?”

Mozzy shook their head.

“Then guess I’m the best you’ve got, sorry. I don’t think anyone is stubborn enough to be out this way in this storm except me. And apparently you.”

They shrugged deeper into the towel-blanket with a resigned sigh. They were so sleepy they relaxed easily into the thick terry cotton even with the giant looming over them. It was at least as comfortable than most of the beds they'd had over the years. And surely, having her messy help was better than facing this alone.

[truthdarespinbottles]

think I will watch a movie and sew until midnight

[vien05]

Sticktober Day 2 : "(Dis)like"

When you have the same birthday as your murderer

Happy birthday idiots

Oh my god Tumblr stop messing with the quality

It looks so bad

Anyways changed the prompt a liiiittle bit so I don't have to draw 2 times one for their birthday and one for sticktober cuz I'm busy as hell

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

waow… a whole nother year…

[t6fs]

Why are you so d__nably hungry?

[tigeristired]

who else up mourning the person that they can never be again 💪💪💪

[geryone]

Begging someone to come kill me at work

[ask-andante]

I'm silly

i know i posted tobaiblog last year but i have a different blog im doing now utilising everything i learned from tobaiblog and it's been a lot more successful for me..!

it's @tabe4 and even has a simple Picrew to go with it~ (you can find it by searching the blog for Picrew or the tag Picrew Posts)

Tabe4 is an old, small indie game from the early-ish 2000s, now hosted on Tumblr for you to interact with!

Help the mod create characters,

feed your new friends,

watch their funny reactions,

fill out their foods tier list while trying to stick to their diet and preferred flavours,

and unlock different things while you play!

You can even interact with the mod hosting the game, they seem to have quite a few secrets they aren't so keen on revealing too quickly to you...

Feel free to check out the blog, browse the 300+ posts already there, play the Picrew and submit them to the blog, or pass by if it's not your thing! Make sure you read the pinned post!

@tabe4

[therealkaidertrash21]

tlc ship weeks - change the universe (arcane universe)

enforcer Jacin and maybe councilor Winter

umm so I hate this. like it took me so long and for what 😭. like I'm posting this now and I will try my best to forget it exists 🙏. oh and I now the picture is bad but my phone is shit and I don't feel like taking more lol

[pjsk-headcanons]

t4t ruikasa taking their t together

tsukasa doesn't like (medical) needles so they either take the pills or use the gel

- 🥀 [@wilting-rose-anon] sent on 12/12 in my time zone hehe :3

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[bookwyrminspiration]

anyone else feeling the all consuming yearning?

[crabuncle]

ooh baby do you know what thats worth ooh heaven is a place on earth (happy new year!)

[manchesterau]

are they still meeting ppl 😭😭

[chrollogy]

NO WAY THIS MAN JUST CALLED ME TO COME 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[phagodyke]

the masculine urge to take a saucepan off thr draining board and bash myself repeatedly over the head with it until I pass out and no longer have to experience feeling Bad 😍

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Writemas Day 8: Remembering

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Prompts: "Can you forgive me?" | The cusp of dawn | Blinding fury

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 1100

Tag List: (message me to be added or removed) @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west @agirlandherquill

CW: arguing, swearing, anger

Tapping in the hall signaled Altair's return, and she folded her arms, directing her full attention at him. In his free hand, he carried his blue carpetbag, his expression unreadable. "Altair Ravensworn," she asked in a severe tone, "What happened in Lerwick six years ago, that I do not remember?"

"A great many things," Altair answered, setting the bag down on a nearby armchair. He opened it and began rummaging through its contents. "Far too many to explain. No, what I need you to do is remember. And then we can figure out what happened."

He pulled out a long magnifying glass. Except... no, this wasn't a magnifying glass. The lens wasn't warped, but smooth like a window pane. He glanced at Kore, who stood beside Thea, hands on her hips. "I would ask you to leave us alone," he said, "but something tells me you won't do that."

"Observant," she remarked.

He waved at the sofa. "At least sit down, so you're out of the way."

Kore looked to Thea, who eyed Altair for a long moment before nodding. Her sister hesitated, but did as he said, though by the way her hands toyed with her skirt, she was clearly stressed. Thea didn't blame her.

"Alright," Altair said, holding up the not-magnifying glass. "Hold still."

Thea obeyed, and he began to walk in a slow circle around her, studying her through the strange, smooth lens. "What are you looking for?" she asked.

"I'm trying to figure out how it is you do not remember the event that changed us forever," Altair responded, frowning at her right hand for a moment before continuing his circuit.

"Us...?"

"You, me, Caelum. Lift your left arm. I need to see your hand."

She raised it, and Altair leaned closer, closely inspecting her fingers. Or, more accurately, her wedding ring. He hummed softly. "There it is."

"There what is?"

Altair nodded to himself before stepping away, setting the not-magnifying glass down beside the bag before looking through it again. "The evidence that Caelum did not listen to my warnings."

Thea stared at the ring on her finger. "What?"

"Oh, the ring itself is fine," Altair said, digging deeper into the bag. "Rather, he used it as a focal point for the thinnest strands I've ever seen. He did always have a way with the subtler threads. Now where did I put those shears...?"

"Strands? Threads?"

Altair made a noise of triumph, withdrawing a small pair of scissors from the bag. At first glance, it appeared to be a pair of sewing scissors, the type carved to look like a bird. But the metal caught the light oddly, reflecting the warm lamplight into a colder tint somehow.

"It will all make sense soon enough," he replied, gently taking her hand and opening the scissors, resting the lower blade on the surface of the ring. He squinted at both for a long moment. Finally, he exhaled slowly and snapped the scissors closed.

For a moment, everything was still.

And the world burst alight.

Thea gasped, stumbling back, the threads binding the world together seeming to bloom into existence before her eyes. New and yet so familiar it was like finding a treasured object from years and years ago. Memories flooded back, sudden and shocking but very much hers.

Lerwick.

The mirror.

Volantis.

The Slain.

Everything.

Everything.

It was early morning, the world on the cusp of dawn. Neither Caelum nor Thea could sleep, so they were in the sitting room, the need to talk hanging heavily over them. Heavy like when the reapers---no, the Slain---were around. The threads had been twisting on their own in a way Thea had never seen before lately.

"We need to prepare," Thea said quietly, drawing her shawl tighter around her shoulders. "I don't know why the threads twist around us now, years after we have left Volantis. But we must be ready for the summons."

"If it even is a summons," Caelum murmured, staring at the threads running up and down the wall. His expression was thoughtful, though his hands were clenched into fists. "They would not be twisted in such a way if it were simply a summons."

"What else could it be?"

He hummed softly. "The Slain approaches. The Fallen One, the Insurgent, the Iris."

Thea looked at him in shock. "How can you possibly know that? He has not been seen in millennia!"

"He seeks me. I am the Defiant, the Dahlia. I have stolen his title."

"You... you earned that title! Through no fault of your own!"

Caelum turned to her, expression hard. "It does not matter. I was made a challenger."

"Caelum...."

"There is no way around it, Thea. You know as well as I what the Slain said when we were bestowed our titles. And you know as well as I that I promised to keep you safe."

Thea's jaw tightened. "If what you say is true, there is no keeping me safe. We must prepare."

"There is no 'we'."

"Damn well there isn't!" Thea snapped, "The Iris is the Fallen One. He no longer abides by the laws of Volantis. He is weakened, yes, but he will not play fair. He will see me for what I am, perhaps try to use me against you."

"I know," Caelum whispered, "But I think I have found a way around it. A way to hide you."

"That isn't possible and you know it. Even if it was, I do not want it! If you must fight, I must fight with you! Or have you forgotten our vows?"

His expression was mournful now, and he watched her for a long moment before speaking. "Can you forgive me?"

Thea narrowed her eyes. "Forgive you for wha---?"

Blinding fury exploded from the memory as Thea realized what Caelum had done. She snatched hold of the tiny strands once wrapped around her, the threads that had somehow suppressed all memory of the best and worst years of her life. And with the memories, her ability to see and interact with the threads binding the world. The strands glowed brightly, showing themselves for what they were: energy to be harnessed.

"You..." she hissed through gritted teeth, "You fool. You clever, traitorous fool."

"Thea?" Altair asked gently, and Thea glanced up to find him a few steps away, the scissors nowhere in sight, his free hand grasping nearby strands but yet to harness them. Her eyes flicked to Kore, who was now on her feet, undisguised fear and awe on her face.

Thea took a deep breath and allowed the strands of Caelum's spell to vanish, the threads rejoining the unseen substance of the world around her. When she spoke, her voice was harsh.

"I am Amalthea Hargreaves. Amalthea the Relentless, Amalthea the Rue. And now I understand."