#its cold.

[cat-with-a-keyboard]

i <3 pissing outside in 20F weather because we have ONE FUCKING BATHROOM currently being TAKEN UP BY SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN IN THE BATH FOR TWO HOURS

[gaystropod]

Why so cold? - the shiverer

[samsalami66]

Another addition to the Dreamling Ancient Greece au I am working on with @im-not-corrupted , a short little drabble called Reed Beds in which Hob collects fresh reed in the biting cold to continue a woven bed boys in the agoge had to make by themselves during their first stage of training. Enjoy!!

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The Eurotas felt like a respite in Hob's weekly routine, an oasis in the cruel desert that was training in the agoge. The sun's sword still slashed through the lands, her attacks never seemed to seize in summer, but the soft stream of the Eurotas felt like a shield held before him, a protector that would envelop him in his entirety, soothing every ache in his bruised body.

It was a blessing, one the Spartans received from Eurotas himself ages ago.

Of course it couldn't last. Nothing ever did, after all.

During winter Hob's oasis would warp and twist into his very personal hell, growing fangs of frost and claws of ice, burning his bare feet until his skin would shed and his extremities turned an ugly grey. The sun could not do this, not anymore. Hob's body had become used to her heat, to the onslaught of her attacks, the brutality of them. His feet still burned when he stepped on raw stone, the heat an ever present companion with every step he took.

But the cold was different, as it did not simply burn the soles of his feet where they pressed against the rough surface of the ground. It seeped into Hob's legs, into his bloodstream, like roots crawling up his body to bind him to the ground. Never were they enough to make him stumble, to make Hob fall to the ground so they could catch onto his arms, like the chains that bound Prometheus in his endless torture.

No, Hob pushed on, shook off the chains and set one foot in front of the other. Still, he could not handle the dwindling feeling in his feet well, could not stop the horror that would grow in his throat when the colour of his skin started to change. Some of his friends had lost toes to the cold, and their screams as the doctors had treated them still gave him nightmares.

It was those nightmares replaying in his mind that truly had Hob shiver as he stepped foot into the freezing waters of the Eurotas, the fear of losing to the cold for the first time in his life pressing on his lungs as he waded through the shallow waters. The stream was lapping at Hob's chest as he pulled a small knife from a sheath on his belt.

The temperature of the river had his teeth clattering, but Hob merely clenched his teeth against it and waded further into the stream, further into the current that could so easily drag him beneath the surface.

It didn't.

Hob was steadfast, completely impenetrable in the torrential river. With his feet digging into the soft ground, bracing him against the forces trying to drag him under, Hob managed to reach the reed bed on the other side. He took his knife to the thick grasses, cutting off bundles of long stems, a concentrated frown breaking his young features into a soft grimace.

These would do for the next row of his bed, thick but bendable, perfect for weaving. Hob nodded to himself as he bound the grasses together with a rope he had made from the thinner ends of those he had collected about a week ago. Once he secured his finds for the day, Hob waded back to the edge of the river and climbed out of it, allowing the full body shiver to take over his consciousness for just a moment. His teeth clattered, his hands shook violently, and for a moment the black behind his eyelids turned into a blinding white.

When it was over, Hob set his jaw and started walking again, the sun waving mockingly at him from the distance as the roots of cold grabbed for his ankles every step back towards the city.

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Make sure to follow Eris for more wonderful content! You can find all of our drabbles and additions to the au under the tag dreamling ancient greece au, in case you want to have it all in one spot!

[absentmoon]

freezing

[lieutenant-sarcastic]

Fuck moon’s taking poison damage

[stealingpotatoes]

cat summer begins the literal millisecond they see one (1) spot of sun

[sawtismisreal]

as someone who can't eat gluten hes so right

does anyone have any more of these? I'm building a collection

[wordfather]

your wip just called. hey man your wip just called. its asking where you've been man.

[odi-arti]

"If I were a gambling man, and I am, you'd be my best bet-"

[shanklin]

Sentient Mystery Shack, who is really biased towards Stan, so when Ford tells Stan he has to give it back after the summer it’s on sight.

Ford keeps tripping over nothing, nothing is where it's supposed to be and somehow he keeps running into closets when he tries to go outside.

But the worst part, the WORST part is that Ford's lightbulb just won't. Work. No matter what he does it keeps flickering and exploding.

Ford is spiraling. 

There is no reason why it shoudln’t work. All his trial runs work perfectly. He’s already checked the Shacks wiring three times and relearned this dimensions science from the ground up. 

Nothing works.

The Rift? Bill? The impending apocalypse? Eating? Sleep? Who cares about that. 

WHY. WONT. THE. LIGHTBULB. WORK???

It doesn’t help that Stan keeps laughing at him.

“Then you do it!” Ford eventually snaps at Stan.

Stan shrugs and with a little song under his breath screws his own lightbulb in. It works perfectly.

Stanford screams.

[intercrusher]

yeowch

[echo-echo31]

ngl it wasn't on my 2025 bingo list

[marciaillust]

your design of me

[vanillemi]

‼️ Tw Entomophobia ‼️

your first mistake was asking the most unserious mech alive dawg

[madscientistenthusiast]

Personally I think that Azula should have been redeemed simply so that she can become Zuko's horrible little advisor who whispers evil little plans to him so that he can do the exact opposite

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in