#not in this at least

[the-void-via]

Imagine if Astra had woken up in Penacony, instead of the Xianzhou?

They were found by Gallagher, who promptly slung them over his shoulder and walked them back to see Sunday. They were a new face, why else wouldn't he deliver them straight to him?

It didn't take long after they woke up for them to be practically forced into a corner by Sunday, interrogated.

And not long after that were they assimilated into The Family.

Robin helped give them a makeover, picking out new clothes to match her and Sunday and giving them a new hairstyle to boot. They liked it, thought it was cute.

Sunday gave them medicine. To help calm them, he said. He knew of their past when he peered onto their head, past the barriers and walls they tried to put up.

"You can't forget to take it every day," He told them one day, brushing their hair. They'd already taken their medicine earlier, they eyes blanked as they stared at themselves in the mirror. "It's supposed to help calm you. So you can't forget to take it, yes?"

They nod, "Yes, Sunday."

Days went by. Weeks. Months, maybe. They couldn't remember. The days blended and melted together, consistent with their routine with the Halovian siblings.

Consistency kept them happy, kept them in line.

It kept them from thinking about him.

"Have you taken your medicine today, Astralon?" They heard Sunday ask, looking at them with scrutinizing eyes. "I can see your hands shaking."

They looked down at their book. They were. They were shaking.

"Ah...I must have forgotten."

Sunday clicked his tongue and shook his head, snapping his fingers.

"Hound. Retrieve Astralon's medicine."

Gallagher grunted something in reply, walking off to get their medicine for them.

They stayed seated, still shaking as Sunday reached over and closed their book, bringing his hand up to cup their cheek. He moved their face to look at him, studying them.

Almost like they were nothing but an experiment to him.

"Have you only forgotten your medicine today?" He asked, trailing one hand up their arm. They attempted to pull their arm away, shaking almost violently.

"Yes," They replied. "Just today."

Sunday's eyes narrowed. He looked back towards the door, relieved to see Gallagher walking back inside, holding their small pill bottle in his large hands.

"Took you long enough, Hound," Sunday murmured, snatching the pill bottle from his hands. He also saw a small water bottle held in his hand, quickly taking that as well. "Thank you. That's all, Hound."

Gallagher walked away, while Sunday quickly opened the pill bottle and grabbed their dose, holding two small pills between his fingers.

"Open wide." He commanded, watching as they obediently opened their mouth, allowing him to place the pills on their tongue. "Good."

He opened the water bottle and tilted it up to their lips, watching them gently grasp at his wrist as they drank.

He smiled slightly, wings fluttering. "Good, very good."

They swallowed the pills and water, sitting their with Sunday in silence for a few moments, before the pills started to slowly take effect.

"Feeling better already?" Sunday asked, moving a hand to trail up their arm again. They didn't try to pull away this time.

They nodded, "Yes, Sunday."

He smiled, "Good. Don't forget to take your medicine every day, now, Astralon."

Their reply was dry and practiced, life gone from their voice.

"Yes, Sunday."

(( @lovebugdrabbles i did it bestie >:3))

[missabnormal]

imagine being a Korean person awake at like one in the morning trying to accept that the president of South Korea actually just tried to go full dictatorship by way of an emergency martial law because he was basically having a political temper tantrum and every agency and corporation in the country is all hands on deck, code red mode on everything and the military is being deployed and then the assembly revokes the martial law and then the president is like lol nevermind and now you have to get ready to work at your shitty job on a Wednesday

[bitchfitch]

writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.

[yeepof]

I understand that tall men are our POV characters, but surely being like a foot taller than everyone around them would have some occasional consequences

[miggylol]

First off, spin this wheel.

You just landed on one of 200 fandoms that have been very popular somewhere on Tumblr over the years. Topics were chosen either from appearing on a @fandom end-of-year recap or from my own long (long, long) site memories before that.

also all of these fandoms are definitely things that really exist in the real world and none of them are Tumblr creations

[yardsards]

everything in this life is temporary. except that fandom hyperfixation from when you were 14. that thang will be with you forever there's no escaping.

[monsieurenjlolras]

you've heard of "quiet quitting," now I'd like to introduce you to the next level, The French Work Ethic:

Do exactly what you're paid for and nothing more

Absolutely refuse to be available to contact when you're off the clock

Never prioritize work over your own health, wellbeing, or family because that would be insane, it's just a job.

Have a little glass of wine

Take as long as you feel like for lunch

Deeply understand that work doesn't matter

Make sure your boss knows they're always your second priority ❤️

[mias-back-from-the-dead]

tbh i think the funniest phenomena that's been happening in the last couple years is "youtuber, having gone too deep into the research hole, has been made an investigative journalist against their will"

[beardedmrbean]

Eight-year-old Max Alexander holds the world record as the youngest runway fashion designer. He began designing at the age of four.

[pallettown]

genuinely so scary that you can't access the page on the ssc website that guides you through changing your sex designation. so so fucking scary. they are already making our lives harder. they are already taking what little resources we have.

[thought-begone]

I guess the real glorious evolution was the homoerotic yearning we made along the way

[ellenchain]

"there is beauty in imperfections"

[marfian]

So act 3 huh

[thatgarden]

You know what, despite the horrors, at least there's still butches.