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shadowjam collected notes sept 29th 2024 at Martin's house
(black bean dip, hannah dog in a sling, sensor light)
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demon leaf
OFF OFF OFF
get OFF my lawn
but wait
excuse me
forest fires
late fire season
seaweed
ocean becomes underground
geological time change
fuzzy
invertebrates meeting under the sea
microbes COUNCIL
molecules gathering
all things discussed inside a raindrop
raindrop heading to kelowna
where they would evaporate
the STAR of KELOWNA!
gelato king
goblin
the HERO begins on the roof
the hero looking for a party
the nice berg
just chillin'
seasons
devouring the slug
the EYE Doctor
SLUG meets OLIVE
OLIVE supremacy
OLIVE assault
darkness and change
change in my pocket
llama in a cage
grow a garden in a cage
do i have to be of age?
touch the wheel of change
destructive change
MANY WHEELS MAKE LIGHT HANDS
wheely wheely small wheel
WHEEL OF CHANGE IS SO SMALL
this change is not big enough
chair heads
Put your CHAIR in the AIR
the LUMINOUS VOLUMINOUS HEAD
#shadow puppetry#shadowjam#overhead projector#mindofasnail#mind of a snail#vancouver#shadow#art#improv#community art#change#leaves#autumn#slug#eye#kelowna
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when the. the. the 🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌
#wild life spoilers#wild life smp#traffic smp#trafficblr#impulsesv#i. ig im tagging the snails as their counterparts BAHSDHAHWHW#goodtimeswithscar#pearlescentmoon#mumbo jumbo#grian#bdoubleo100#isdoodles#losing my mind. the whole time i was drawing this i just keep going this is so stupid BHAHDJWAEAHHEA I LOVE THEM
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I adore this little family
slightly more zoomed in version:
#sometimes a family can be a robot a fox and a gosling#writing team when i catch you#had me shedding real tears all by my lonesome in my empty theater#the wild robot#the wild robot fanart#my art#explodingstar art#just something quick cuz they're on my mind and i HAD to churn something out after watching the movie last night#found family trope choked me out in a back alley stars found dead#snails and west if you're reading this prepare for this movie to rock your shit /pos
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i love you alive girl
#farlyn touden#falin touden#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#marcille donato#farcille#farlyn thorden#just in case. god the name translation differences are rough#darn doodlin#anyway i rotate in my mind the big beautiful butch farlyn constantly. join me#snail moment inspired by my own childhood of snail holding
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listened to oingo boingo in the shower and inspiration struck like uhhhhh sorry i have no comparison it's late at night okay
#tf2#tf2 fanart#oingo boingo#medic tf2#kinda had snail in mind while making this#i know she likes medic#and i guess i'm back from my detox#can't keep me away for too long#hello everyone#i'm doing better i think#thank you for being patient with me#eyestrain#bright colors#cw eyestrain
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the world is so beautiful..... one time after it rained i scooped a snail off the road and deposited it on a plant. a woman came by and saw me staring at the plants intently and asked "oh, did you save a snail?" and i went "yes! :D" and then we both just stood there silently watching a snail climb up a leaf for a good few minutes. <3
#also one time in high school i was late to class a few minutes because i had to save every snail i saw from the middle of the road#teacher didn't mind. she was also late to class for the exact same reasons#i saw it. she was walking in front of me.#united in watching out for the little guys
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Oh, there's such a lack of yandere nerd!gojo content out in the world. He'd be such a freaking loser dragging his poor lab partner back to his stupidly large apartment that his parents bought him (trust fund kids, am I right?) The poor son of a bitch pushes up his glasses for what has to be the fifth time in the last minute, his fingers shaking just enough to smudge the lenses. He would normally take the time to clean them. After all, this is a very special moment. However, his focus is locked entirely on you, pupils blown wide with exhilaration, his face burning hot.
He’s finally alone with you.
A free hand hovers over yours, the way a scientist might hesitate before handling a delicate, precious agar sample. But you’re not just any experiment. You’re his.
"Oh - oh, wow, you’re shaking," Gojo breathes out, voice nearly cracking from how much he’s holding back. A large, pathetic grin wobbles, too eager and lovesick. "That’s… ahhh, you probably think that’s bad, huh? But - !" Letting out a breathless, giddy laugh, barely able to contain himself. "But it’s not! It’s just your fight-or-flight response kicking in! Isn’t that amazing? It’s just pure biology - adrenaline, cortisol, your nervous system firing on all cylinders - " cutting himself off with another shaky inhale, squeezing his eyes shut for a second, he’s really trying to collect himself (and failing, he's pretty sure he came in his pants).
"You don’t actually have to be afraid, though," he continues, voice softer now, "Because I’d never, ever hurt you! Never! I mean, scientifically speaking, fear is just your body misinterpreting stimuli, and that’s kind of tragic, don’t you think?" Bright blue manic eyes flicker over you, adoringly, like you’re a rare phenomenon he’s lucky enough to witness firsthand. "Because I love you. God, I love you so much. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?"
His fingers twitch, and then finally, he touches you. Just barely. A featherlight brush of his fingertips against the back of your hand, and he shudders like you’ve just sent a shock straight through him.
"Warm," he mutters, almost to himself. "Oh wow, you’re so warm." That pretty face of his is practically glowing red now, and he laughs, high, nervous, like he can’t believe this is actually happening. "I always - I always thought about this, you know? Back in class? How your skin might feel? I - I tried to calculate it once, based on average human body temperature and external environmental factors, but- but actually feeling it is so much better!"
His voice cracks at the end, and he slaps a hand over his mouth, muffling a half-sob, half-laugh. His glasses slide down again. He shoves them up with a clumsy knuckle, barely able to hold himself together.
The room is a mess of his obsessions, shelves packed with manga, figurines lined up like tiny sentinels, textbooks, and loose papers stacked in towers on his desk Complex chemical equations scrawled across a whiteboard, some of them crossing into territory you can’t even begin to understand.
One of them looks… medical. With dosages sprawled out within the Navier-Stokes equation.
Gojo’s long, pale fingers he laces over yours, and oh how his entire body shudders again, like he’s barely restraining himself from pulling you into his arms. "You - you have no idea how much I adore you," voice trembling. "I mean, did you know your hair shines under fluorescent lighting? I wrote a whole equation trying to determine the way light refracts off the strands. And the way you chew on your pen cap when you’re thinking? I- I started doing it too, just to feel closer to you - though studies show - it's like really bad for your teeth so - we should - should stop that bad habit - ah "
His other hand moves suddenly, reaching for something on the desk. A glint of silver. Your breath stutters between soft sobs.
When did he get a syringe? Wasn't he just professing his undying love for you?
Gojo blinks, as if he just remembered he was holding it. Then he lets out another one of those nervous, giddy laughs, clutching the syringe close to his chest like it’s something precious. "Oh - this? Ahaha, you - ah, you weren’t supposed to see that yet! I was gonna - " He bites his lip, gaze flickering between the syringe and you like he’s debating something. "I mean, it’s nothing bad! Just a little - just a little help! A tiny, tiny chemical nudge to help you relax! I measured everything perfectly, I promise! You can trust me! "
And oh are you starting to cry even more which causes him to freak out just a little more... "L-Let’s start over," small stammers as his manic smile widening. "I-I’ll explain it all again! In even more detail! Ohhh, you’re gonna love this!"
#sorry this had to leave my mind#i will die on the hill that gojo is a blushing mess the first time he holds your hand#you cannot tell me this man is not a pathetic loser through and through#tw: yandere#tw: possible drugging#snail yaps#yandere gojo satoru#yandere jujutsu kaisen
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#blinkies#carrd graphics#web graphics#carrd resources#da stamps#ai kin#robot kin#robots#spacecore#slime#snail#clock#userboxes#artist#science#sciencecore#the wild robot#miracle musical#hawaii part 2#the mind electric#aroace#aromantic#asexual#will wood#against the kitchen floor#tumblr boops#favicons
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Played regretevator for one hour, Bive came into the elevator ONCE and I knew I had to draw her
please can we have more women like Bive in media pretty please, I need more stinky, crazy, gender ambiguous women NOW!!!!
#my art#digital art#artists on tumblr#regretevator#Bive#regretevator bive#regretevator split#spive regretevator#spive#bive fanart#split x bive#bive regretevator#split regretevator#Roblox#As soon as my sibling told me Bive was a girl my whole mind exploded with infinite Yuri possibilities and devious fanart ideas#ALSO NOT TALKING ABOUT SPLIT ENOUGH BUT I ADORE HER DESIGN#A FREAKING SNAIL BANANA DOG CENTAUR LADY!?!!#THATS PEAK
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they have the sex parts.


If you read the lore
Illithids, they have the parts
THEY HAVE A L L THE PARTS, IN FACT!
Do with this information as you will.
#dnd lore#resources#illithid#mind flayer#they're like snails#there's also the possibility for alien dicks#illithiad#lore
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The bird has consumed me so much I got a commission done; just two glasses wearing birds
DAMN YOU BIRDMAN I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO LIKE YOU SO MUCH!
this will now become my wallpaper while I cope with the fact he's becoming my other obsession. He would infact tease me about this and that figure of him.
Sitting behind you and gazing at the screen, Donquixote Doflamingo arched his brow up and assessed the portrait captured of the two of you. His silence was thick with deep thought, forcing you to ponder the worst reaction and assume his quiet was due to displeasure. Before you had an opportunity to speak up, Doflamingo turned his eyes to you from his position hunching over your seated form.
"My, my," Doflamingo purred down into your ear, emphasising his proximity by nuzzling your neck with his pointed nose, "Don't we just look marvelous together, darling?" He turned his attention away from the you and back towards the artwork drawn of the two of you within each other's embrace.
"They especially captured my affections for that huffy pout you think sways my adoration," he arched his brow as his rubied glasses drew down the bridge of his nose, "And that adorable little blush you try to hide from me when you try, in vain, to fight back."
Without warning, Doflamingo dragged the chair you were sitting on behind in a quick tug and moved to hover over you completely. Shrouded beneath the masked curtain of his feathered pink coat, his sinister smirk graces your gaze from an obtuse angle.
"I would like a copy of this one for my house, my pretty little songbird," he purrs in an even and unwavering tone down at you, floating his eyes between yours and down to your partially parted lips, "Or perhaps I shall just take this one when you inevitably move in with me."
"Doflamingo-," you try, halting as your lips were gently and timidly pressed with the ghost of his lips descending atop your own.
"Or just let me move in with you, already," the giant, looming man uttered softly against your lips, "Do not think for a moment I'm not capable of some semblance of compromise. I am patient. I can wait..."
#ask snail#snail answers#one piece#x reader#moots mooting#moots being silly#donquixote doflamingo#Doflamingo#Doflamingo x you#Wrennyx#he loves it when you collect his merch#he'd buy his own merch to gift to you#like alex the lion from the Madagascar movie#when the flamingo man peacocks#i just lose my mind
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snippets from june 14th, 2024
Shadowjam! at Caitlin & Skiffs garage in Maple Ridge
grilled papaya!
basket of puppets!
so many snacks!
EAT THE DIAMOND
Diamond Crown
Dentistry underground
fridge goes buzz
musical undertones
harmonizing
Big Unicorn Presence
The storm will pass for the unicorn
farting rainbows
Self Conscious Dragon
I tickled the eye
The Devil's Trumpet
the devil's horn
Shadow of the Demon
random eyes
piping hot tea
sun moon finger point
dissonant birthday hand waving
random hauntings
Uni-Centaur
Centacorn had mad six-pack
hot centaur washboard wizard pegasus fight
WIZARD BATTLES
Something going on in wizard's horn
drunk wizard
too much booze
(social anxiety)
VALIDATION DRAGON
Sassy Cat
FAT AND SASSY
cat likes to eat onion rings
likes whoppers
that was a banger
alien landing
when you eat the diamond
"I am totally not an alien!"
I'm totally human
Mythical Fish Tales
thera-fish
offish-ally
one fish was hot
Botched Fish Wedding
runaway fish groom
slicey glinty movement
butterflies having a hard time
kept getting knocked out
laughter
#shadow puppetry#mind of a snail#mindofasnail#overhead projector#community art#improv#art#artartart#maple ridge
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#spirituality#yoga#zen#meditation#inspiration#mindfulness#comics#love#peace#cartoon#snails#goodnight
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Rest Easy
It was supposed to be a nice night at home, curled up on the couch with the chilly fall wind blowing just outside the window. But instead of flying to your balcony and diving into your arms, Homelander slumps against your front door, powerless. Homelander X GN Reader 2.8K
Ao3
Little authors note: I'm having so much fun posting all my little snippets! I also finally have a use for the 1.4 TB of Homelander reaction images I have for no reason.
You casually pulled your phone out of your jacket pocket. 9:58pm. No new messages.
The chilly fall air ruffled your hair as you sunk farther into your coat.
He always let you know if he couldn’t make it, or if he’d be late. This... this wasn’t like him at all.
You sat out on the balcony waiting patiently, tapping the metal railing and humming songs to help yourself pass the time.
It’d been a little over six months since your little relationship with the strongest supe started.
Somehow, he’d picked you out of all the other nobodies at Vought. One little conversation between coworkers he’d eavesdropped on had been his own undoing. It was something along the lines of... “If we were together, I’d take care of him and give him forehead kisses" or something of the like.
It was so silly, it made you smile. You’d kept that promise.
But where was he? It was Saturday night, and he was supposed to be cuddled up on the couch with you watching scary movies. Cozy, warm, and safe.
Instead, you were freezing your ass off, worried to death.
Granted, you never really had to worry about him, but you still did.
There was the occasional bad day, when the world was too much for him, but he always came to you like a deranged moth to a flame. Those days when he couldn’t grit and bear it anymore, you’d remind him you were there and that he was never alone. Sometimes you got paranoid he’d have one of those episodes, the bad thoughts would win, and he’d cut you out of his life.
If you weren’t around, who’d take care of him?
From what he’d shared with you, nobody.
*Thump*
The sudden thud against your front door was loud enough for you to hear it from the balcony. Whatever it was made a horrific, slow metallic scarping noise as it slid down your door, and another thump as it hit the ground.
You walked through your apartment hesitantly. It almost sounded like a person.
A really heavy person, with—oh.
Oh no.
Homelander.
You practically ripped the front door open, caution thrown to the wind.
It was Homelander. Slumped over on the ground, barely propped up against the doorframe with his chest absolutely heaving. He looked up at you with uncharacteristic, pleading blue eyes. Thank God no one had been around to see or follow him up here.
Something was terribly wrong.
Once the initial moment of shock subsided, you hurriedly reached down to drag him in, hooking your arms underneath his.
It took a lot to pull him past the doorframe.
He was deadweight.
“Are you okay? What happened?” You practically wheezed, straining to hold him up and shut the door at the same time.
His brows were bunched together, and his face twisted in pain. He was pale, not to mention he felt like he was a thousand degrees. “I don’t… I don’t know.”
You hoisted him up just a little further with what little strength you had compared to him. Supporting him the best you could, he shakily found his footing again. “It’s alright. I’m gonna help you. Come on, you’ve just gotta make it to the couch.”
He whimpered as he stood, bearing almost all of his weight on you.
It was a battle getting him to the couch 10 feet away. You grimaced as you practically dragged him the last few steps. “Did you walk all the way here from the tower?”
He staggered, obviously unable to multitask between speaking and hobbling to the couch.
“I flew, but then I... I fell."
You laid him down on the couch about as gently as you could, finally getting a good first look at him.
His breathing was shallow and labored, his entire body shaking, and he was sweating.
Homelander never broke a sweat. Ever.
There was a helplessness in his eyes you’d never seen before. Dark circles underneath them like a deathly shadow. His entire expression was twisted in pain, as if each subtle movement was almost unbearable.
You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead gently, your face contorted in worry.
He leaned into your touch like it was a lifeline as your skin graced his brow.
The sun was probably colder.
He laughed between ragged breaths. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”
But his lies didn’t soothe either of you.
You huffed as you sat down beside him, hands moving to the sides of his neck. “You’re not. We’re past that, okay?”
He closed his weary eyes, too weak to put up much of a fight.
“You’re sick. How did you get sick?” Your heart was pattering now, feeling his swollen lymph nodes under your fingers. You weren’t a supe expert, but supes didn’t get sick.
The couch creaked as he tossed his head back, letting out a pained whimper. “I don’t know... I...”
It hurt just watching him.
Your hands moved to his jaw again, holding his head to keep his eyes on you. “Did you eat something? Did someone-“
He tried to shake his head, gritting his teeth. “N-no. It was just a normal day. I started feeling dizzy a couple hours ago. I took off to fly here, and it hit me like a fucking train.”
“Okay. It’s okay. Shh.” You moved your hand to gently brush his damp hair back to keep him from getting too worked up. “It’s going to be okay. It doesn’t matter. I’m going to take care of you.”
You stood up to grab some supplies.
Homelander suddenly tried to sit up and grab your wrist, his fingers just barely ghosting over your skin. He was too weak to grab you, even if he wanted to.
“D-Don’t go.” He sniffled.
It made your heart throb.
You leaned back down, taking his hand in yours and grasping it gently as you rubbed your thumb across the back. A hand that was once unyielding and powerful was weak and fragile in your grasp. “I’ll be right back, it’s okay. Do you think medicine would help?”
“No medicine. Please.” He whined, laying the back of his hand across his forehead like a Victorian child dying of scarlet fever.
But for all you knew, maybe he was dying.
You gave his hand one last reassuring squeeze before leaving his side.
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You rung the washcloth out in the sink, the cold water dripping through your fingers and running down the drain.
Something terribly wrong, but you didn’t want to make him more nervous than he already was. You just couldn't shake the feeling no matter how heard you tried.
Grabbing what you could, you made your way back to the couch
Sitting back down at his side, you gently took his hand that covered his eyes. You eased it back down to his chest, replacing it with the cold washcloth. “Should we call someone back at Vought?”
“I don’t want them finding out about this. Do you have any idea what they’d do to me?” He grit his teeth as he clenched his clammy hands, chest heaving. “That’s why I came here... I just need a minute.”
You gently reach out to grasp his hand again to calm him down, and he whimpers as he presses the washcloth against his forehead with the other. “It’s okay. I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.”
The glass of water you’d grabbed sloshes as you grab it from the table with your free hand. “Here. Drink. You need water.”
Gingerly, you hold it up to his lips.
He lets out a pathetic noise of protest, trying to take the glass from you and save what tiny bit of his dignity he has left, but that was gone the second he hit the floor in the hallway. His fingers wrap around yours holding the glass, tipping it ever so slightly as it meets his lips.
It’s like his neck won't even bend.
You look over him while he makes pained noises trying to scarf the stuff down, trying not to notice the glass fogging just from how hot his breath and skin is.
There’s a heat rash creeping up from underneath his collar.
You dip your fingers under the red and gold leather to pull it down and get a better look at the red splotches. They only seem to get worse under his suit. “Does this hurt?”
“Everything hurts… My whole body hurts.” He groaned, the words so unfamiliar.
Your hand gripped around his a little tighter out of instinct.
“I think you should rest; you’ll feel better when you wake up.”
He nodded weakly, pulling the washcloth over his eyes. ���Will you stay with me?”
“Of course silly.” You answered in a heartbeat, moving to lay your body next to his. “I’m right here.”
Homelander let out a painful noise as he pushed himself onto his side to lay his head against your chest.
Laying your arms across his shoulders, you tangled your hands in his damp hair, pressing your lips to his forehead, trying your best to be reassuring.
“Rest easy, sweetheart.”
He was out almost instantly, his labored breathing the only noise in the room.
You held him tightly with one arm as you grabbed your phone from the side table behind you, never letting him go. Usually, he would’ve put up some fuss, but all he did was make a tiny, painful noise from having to shift the slightest.
Mindlessly scrolling wasn’t helping.
You set your phone down and held onto him tighter, listening to every raggedy breath.
Much to your horror, his body shook as he coughed.
You rubbed his back, unable to hide the concern on your face as you looked down at him hesitantly. “You alright?”
He groaned as he lifted his head, the slightest tinge of red on his lips.
Blood.
You shakily brought your hands to his jaw, scooting yourself backwards to get a better look at him.
His half-lidded eyes followed yours, obviously he was too out of it to taste the metallic tinge.
“I’m fine.” He slurred.
You gently rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs soothingly. “You can stop trying to tell yourself that. I’m here to take care of you, not hurt you. You’re not fine.”
He whimpered and huffed, drawing in a deep breath as he put the words together. “I’m not sure what death feels like, but I bet it feels better than this. My lungs burn.”
He tried to smirk and laugh sarcastically, but it gave way to another coughing fit.
Now it’s your turn to try and lie to yourself.
Your voice dips low, sweet and soothing as you press another kiss to his forehead. “You’re gonna be okay. You’re just sick. It’ll… pass.”
His expression twisted as he swallowed hard, bringing a weak hand to his lips.
He ran his thumb against the corner of his mouth, pulling it back and staring at the diluted red liquid filling the ridges of his fingerprint.
Your hands moved to gently guide his hand back down, his terrified, shaky eyes meeting yours.
“Are you sure you don’t want to call Vought?”
Homelander’s labored breathing picked up, fear gripping his heart. “N-no. They… I want to stay here with you. Please.” He whimpered as he laid back down, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck to try and stop his head from spinning. “I-I’m scared. They'll.... they'll want to do bad things, worse things.”
Painful memories flood your consciousness. He’s obviously not in his usual state of mind.
“It’s gonna be okay. Just rest. I’ll protect you.”
His overheating body and sweat were anything but comfortable, but you held him tighter against you than you ever had, hoping and praying he wouldn’t die in your arms tonight.
The night passed in bits and pieces.
Every time he stirred, you woke up from your light slumber to hold him closer or rub soothing circles into his back. Hushing his pained whimpers. He’d had a couple fever dreams, mumbling and crying against you, but never opening his eyes.
You kissed the top of his head and held him tighter, wishing you could do more.
It was more and more reassuring every hour that passed, but all you could do was hold on and wait.
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His whining was what woke you up first, then the lack of heat and pressure on top of you.
Your eyes fluttered open to Homelander groaning as he tried to prop himself up above your body, his arms framing you. The longer hair on top of his head fell down in front of his face, his brows furrowed in pain as his chest heaved.
You gently moved your hands to his shoulders to support him as you scooted out from underneath him, blinking yourself awake.
“Hey, take it easy.”
You eased him to the side to shift some of his weight off you, and onto the couch instead.
Gently, you pressed the back of your hand to his forehead despite the tiniest bits of protest—warm but not hot. Moving both hands to just under his jaw, you moved his collar to the side; the rash was getting better.
He made little noises of defiance as you felt around his neck. His lymph nodes weren’t as swollen, but still tender. He let you move his neck around just a bit more, almost like a wounded bird.
You breathed a sigh of relief, reaching to brush back the strands of hair that had fallen across his forehead. “Are you feeling better, sweetheart?”
His eyes were still half-lidded and groggy as he looked into yours, but they followed you a lot better as you gently touched him. Less disoriented.
Red eyes flashed momentarily but fizzled out.
He blinked and knitted his brows together, huffing as his head fell forward. “Getting there.”
“Aw. It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re okay. You’re doing a lot better.” You smiled sweetly, stroking his cheek. “You had me worried.”
Last night wasn’t worrying, it was absolutely terrifying.
He leaned into your touch and sighed. “I don’t feel as bad. I don’t know what happened.”
“Well, all that matters is you’re not a sickly little potato sack coughing up blood anymore.” You laughed, pulling him into a hug. “I thought you were going to die on me.”
“I’m Homelander, I don’t just die- especially not from whatever the fuck that was.” You could feel him scowling against your shoulder, the littlest it of bite back in his voice.
You half pulled away from him, half pushed him back as your hands gripped his shoulders and held him in front of you like a puppy. “Aw! You’re doing so much better!”
Homelander winced from the sudden movement, clenching his jaw and screwing his eyes shut.
Okay, maybe not all the way better.
“I’m gonna get you more water. You stay here.” You gave his shoulders a little reassuring squeeze as you went to stand, but his needy hands followed you as he moved to get up too.
You giggled. “Are you coming with me?”
He mumbled as he put his arms around your shoulders and leaned his weight against you again.
You sighed with a smile, turning to let him lean against your back with his arms over your shoulders as you stood and walked to the kitchen. “Okay, okay.”
He made little needy, grumpy noises as he held on tighter, his feet just barely floating off the ground as you trudged forward. “When I figure out whoever the fuck is responsible for this-“
“Do you need soup too? Are you hungry?” You smiled, cutting him off.
Another thought suddenly dawned in his mind.
He could have even more of your attention if he was sick. Finally experience was it was like to be looked after and taken care of. He was blowing one of the best opportunities he’d ever been handed.
He shut his mouth and nodded fervently against your shoulder, putting more and more of his weight on you before giving in to a fake coughing fit.
"I just… Oh I feel awful again… I’m… oh no..”
You laughed, of course he would do that.
He’d have every bit of your undivided care and attention, at least until you were sure he was 100% better.
You weren’t sure what happened, but you were sure you wouldn’t stop taking care of him until he was content.
A sweet smile spread across your face as you carried him with newfound determination.
“Poor thing. I’ll make you soup.”
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Ty for reading! I like to think somewhere in the countryside Butcher is bashing his rotting head against the steering wheel of his Cadillac for the duration of this fic. Imagine going through all the effort to infect Homelander without him noticing and he just coughs up the tiniest bit of blood and basically gets mono.
Homelander was also originally supposed to just straight up die, but I couldn't bear to write it. I'm what they call diabolical (ba dum tss) but i hold back for all the real homie lovers.
#homelander x reader#homelander#the boys#the boys fanfic#my little snail writing nobody mind me#we will get back to buckshot momentarily i got tired of her for a minute#the writing bug has bitten me#my writing
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hey so uhh my snail friend and her two beautiful fairy husbands saw you from across the pond and think ur pretty cute 🐌🖤
#YESSS !! so happy these little guys fit beside my beloved snail patch i looooove this composition#im actually having some weird trouble with my jacket i keep bouncing between loving it and despising it. my perfectionism is bending me ove#and slapping my ass raw i cannot make up my mind. i seem to like my jacket as a collection of little vignettes and less of a complete piece#if that makes any sense. anyways i knowewwwwww the more i work on it the happier ill be about it. i must keep trucking!#fabric arts#patch jacket#goober.txt#my art
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posting these separately. maybe people see them. snarius.
#my art#art#the mechanisms#the mechanisms fanart#the mechs#mechs#marius von raum#baron marius von raum#just silly tiny snarius (snail marius)#dont mind him
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