#might finish it later. Might not. We'll see

[v6quewrlds]

need joe comforting doctor wifey after a rough day at the clinic ❤️

Her eyes were dry, squinting behind her blue light glasses as she typed away at her laptop, trying her best to wrap up her notes. The pink sticky note stuck to her laptop was an eyesore, an unwelcome reminder she needed to respond to a handful of patient messages. The sterile smell of her office seemed to cling to her skin despite her shower, a scent she'd become too familiar with. Her fingers danced over the keyboard, finishing off the last of the messages with a click. She looked up at the clock hanging over the sink, noticing it was later than she had anticipated.

The sound of the garage door echoed through the quiet house as Joe's car pulled in. She felt a flutter of relief in her chest, releasing an exhale through her parted lips. Her thoughts were interrupted by the thump of the door as Joe entered the kitchen, his eyes scanning the room before settling on her. His shoulders visibly relaxed upon seeing her, a small smile dancing in his eyes at the sight of her, cozy and home.

He approached the kitchen island with a soft step, placing his bag down before crossing the room. Her fingers paused mid-type as Joe leaned over, kissing her forehead lightly before lightly pecking her lips. "Hey, baby," he said, his voice a gentle rumble as he retreated towards the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of BodyArmor, cracked it open, and took a sip before walking over to her.

Joe studied her profile, noticing the tension in her jaw and the dark circles beneath her eyes. "You okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. She nodded, her eyes still on the screen. "You looked drained when you left this morning."

She took a deep breath, turning her attention towards him with a sigh. "It was a tough day. Had to break some bad news," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "Two patients with melanoma. They're both young too… it's so unfair."

Joe's heart sank. He knew how much her work meant to her, how much she bonded with her patients. He stepped closer, passing her the bottle of the sports drink. "That sucks. I'm sorry, babe."

She took it, sipping the sweet liquid before handing it back to him with a soft 'thanks'. He capped the bottle and set it aside, moving to stand behind her as she resumed her typing. His hands settled on her shoulders, giving them a firm but gentle squeeze before beginning to massage them. His thumbs worked into the knots that had formed, and she couldn't help but let out a small moan of relief.

"With the private equity buyout, the clinic's been pushing us to see more patients, and it's just… it's not right," she said, her voice carrying the weight of her frustration. Joe hummed in response, his thumbs moving in slow circles as he listened. "I feel like I can't give them the care they deserve. It's all about the numbers now. Might have to extend my work hours from four days to five just so I can spend more time with each one."

Joe suppressed a frown, his thumbs pausing for a brief moment before resuming their soothing dance. He knew how much she cared about her work, how much it meant to her to not just show up but to truly help people. "You're doing your best," he said, his voice steady. "You're one person, sweetheart. You can't save the whole world."

She leaned back into his touch, the tension in her shoulders gradually loosening. "I know," she murmured. "But it's just hard not to feel like I should be doing more."

Joe leaned over her, his hands coming to rest on the island on either side of her. His face gently nuzzled into her neck, his breath warm against her skin. "If you have to work five days, then we'll make it work," he murmured. They remained still for a moment as Joe's hand moved to shift her hair to allow him access to the curve of her neck, pressing soft kisses along the line of her jaw.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her shoulders dropping slightly as she leaned into his presence. The warmth of his body was comforting, a solid wall grounding her for just a minute. "I hate that I'm bringing this home with me," she whispered, her voice tight. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Joe said, his voice firm. "You care and that's what makes you so good at what you do." He kissed her again, his lips lingering longer this time. "Did you eat anything today?"

She thought back to the sliced apple, unpleasant protein bar, and the handful of almonds she'd scarfed down in between patients. "Barely," she admitted, her stomach giving a little grumble of protest.

Joe's eyes narrowed slightly. "Come on, let's get you fed," he said, his voice gentle but firm as he pulled away from her neck. He took her hand, tugging her out of the chair. She protested weakly, but the feeling of his strong hand in hers, the sight of him looking at her with such care, made it difficult to argue.

She feebly laughed when he bent to lift her by her thighs, carrying her to the couch without a second thought. "Is this what we're doing?" she teased, her smile betraying the weariness in her voice.

"Yeah," Joe said with a grin, settling her comfortably on the couch. "Chef's day off, so it's either me cooking, which would be a disaster, or we order in." He set her down, falling back against the couch before motioning to join him. She took her place, resting her head on his chest as he began to scroll through the delivery options on his phone.

The quiet in the room was comfortable, the low murmur of Joe's voice as he read out various menu items soothing her halfway to sleep. She listened to his suggestions, feeling the gentle throb of his heart against her cheek, a steady rhythm that she found incredibly calming. Her eyes felt heavy, and she could feel the tension in her lower back slowly dissipate under his slow touch.

author's note⠀⁎⠀i have a bunch of free time this weekend so i'll have two more blurbs, plus the superbowl fic <3

[sorrelpaws]

first batch of reqs B)

[wyllaztopia]

sorry i haven't been posting that much - i've just been working on a sliiightly longer project :)

[kayvalencourt]

Some hermits I've been watching this season!!

[calicoclovers]

neal shusterman you were fucking insane for this. i just KNOW he's talking about connor and risa!!! i know it!!!!

[warning-heckboop]

Hi again! This is the same anon who sent the ask about the Paint In Red AU relating to Dev using a wish. I'm so flattered you thought it was a good idea! I've loved all the AU stuff you've made so far so that's like a great compliment in my book. Anyway, I actually had some more takes if you're interested! I imagine that at some point after the wish Dev would manage to steal one of the anti-fairys wands, most likely Irep's, since we've seen humans can use a wand to grant wishes themselves. Because why ask Irep to grant his wishes when he can do it himself, especially since Irep is one of the people who turned their back on him. Cue Dev using the wand to take revenge on those he believes have slighted him or are a risk to remaining in power. Anyway sorry for all the anon asks! I'm just very nervous about doing it not anonymously, even tho I've sent a few anon asks by now and you've answered them lol

First off, apologies for the delayed response. Yesterday was my last big plan after over a month of lots of big plans and doctors appointments and stuff. I am exhausted, buuuuut hoping to get back into the swing of things with art and whatnot again now that it's over!

As a start, here's a first pass sketch at a concept I've had in mind for a while for the Paint in Red au. Dev does get his hands on an anti-fairy wand--a very particular anti-fairy wand in fact. Once Dev's wish to not care anymore is granted, he loses any and all attachments and hesitations that were previously preventing him from... getting rid of the few people who hurt him more than anyone: his father, of course, but now also Irep as well, who shunned Dev for his father at the drop of a hat and took what little attention Dale was finally giving Dev away.

Dev combines the, ahem, trophies from them with what remains of Peri's wand after his death to create his own unique wand! It's half fairy, half anti-fairy, so even in the event of the Big Wand being taken back by the fairies, he'll still have magic to support himself! He's really quite clever, once he no longer cares about all those silly feelings :)

(Also never apologize about using anon! I tend to prefer anon sometimes myself! That's what its there for! Do whatever you're most comfortable with!)

[elf-hollow]

darling kanaya

[spaciebabie]

i am now 11 pages into this macaque x reader x wukong planning document

[todayisafridaynight]

STYLING

[ratatatastic]

do you write fic on ao3?

unfortunately for everyone involved i do!

[edenfire]

🌸🌊 Day 6- Future 🌊🌸

of course, when I think of toddallace's future, I can't help but think of weddings😂💗💘💞🌸 also you know if older todd ended up with glasses, it would drive wallace wild🥵💦

gray haired wallace has me in a chokehold, I need to draw him more!!😭😭💘

[seaweedoverlord]

Guess who's redesigning all of erza's armors.

yep.

thats me.

i wouldnt be surprised if i went and redesigned all of lucy's spirits plus the star dresses AND natsu's clothes just because later on(he's my fav)

[dreamer-of-all-time]

How about death!hetch getting removed from the box after dying?

-⬛️

[gore warning. Obviously]

[graff-aganda]

the council will now decide your fate

[aluminumoxideaddict]

Some previews of art I’ve been working on during the last nine months or so, just to break my unintended hiatus and to show I’m still alive. 

I’m hoping to revamp this blog a bit and update a bunch of my old art during May and June... if life doesn’t get in the way, that is. 

[cattyanon]

Tomorrow is the day I finally post my first bit of Sonic Mariner May art! I don't have a lot (might make more over the coming days) but so far the days I've done are 6, 10 (still a bit of WIP), 11, and 16. Gonna try and at least draw one thing for the 20s but no promises... And as a side note it's all based around that one Sonic Prime AU I have where No Place's Sonic is a siren.