#oh no i'm unwell over my boy again

[queen-scribbles]

Sorry, Cait.exe has ceased function bc I thought a little too long about Tragen sweeping Jaesa's hair out of her eyes. :)

[bokettochild]

Linked Universe Enterence p.3

Okay! So I have thoughts!!!!

First off, does anyone remember when JoJo shared those first snippets? How there was a fun little detail that suddenly disappeared when the comic actually became more than doodles?

Yeah, I'm talking about this guy

(Not the grouchy old man being offended, the owl LOL)

I know there's a chance I'm wrong, a big one at that, but I think it would be really cool if, if only for a short while, JoJo brought him back, even if it's just for this era of Hyrule. Let Time have his owl buddy!

Anyways, to the actual comic!

I noticed that the boys are all still together, so I'm guessing they're waiting until they come to a cross-roads to actually split up like Four advised last time. So we have that to look forwards to in the coming updates!

I love that she's really highlighting the similarities and differences in this arc, showing us who knows what and what they've done, but also the little things; both with owls and the antifairy!

I adore the Owlan reference/appearance!

And Time immediately agreeing about the "long, drawn out lectures part" made me laugh. (His expression, my Hylia!!!)

That is the face of a man who kept accidentally asking to "hear it again" and regrets it with every bone of his being LOL

It's good to see more call backs to the last comics too! Having Hyrule be wary of the statue because he remembers seeing it before, and Warriors agreeing, but also reminding that it didn't cause harm. The fact that Hyrule keeps his sword pointed at it though, wary, does say a lot about how cautious he's being all the same (Wild ought to take notes)

And of course this whole panel

Twilight's awkwardly trying to assure the rest without spilling the secret, Sky laughing and turning to look at Legend, and the fact that the vet is just so entirely done with even just the thought of being a rabbit. (I love his face, omgosh).

Te way I screamed "anti-fairy!" when I saw this, and then was so, so delighted that Legend and I had the same thought (I am unwell about this man).

I'm equally unwell about the fact that Legend just has to say "ouch" (which you only say at inconveniences and not real, actual hurts) and immediately everyone's turning, weapons out and ready to help him face...whatever. Like, he's fine, guys, but it's sweet you care (now Legend, please take note and realize you belong, you idiot)

Love that Time hears "fairy" and immediately is all ears. All the more so at the "anti" part. Man was raised by fairies and he absolutely doesn't like the idea of something that would hurt them.

Meanwhile Legend is just being freaking Haku (Spirited Away) over here!

Tell me you don't see it!!!!!!

Also, his casual use of magic to purify something, to just make it no longer a threat, rather than hurting it. That need to save EVERYONE is really showing through here, huh?

And immediately, everyone is shocked that he did that, but also what it means about fairies. About dark magic. But Time and Wars especially!

Gosh, just Legend's little worried face and Time's offense at the idea of fairies being corrupted and harmed. Shows a bit about them here too I think. Time is maybe slightly obsessed with fairies (reasonably so) and hates them being harmed, but he shows his worry on the matter in anger. legend, meanwhile, becomes more sombre, quieter: it bothers him too (maybe reminds him of a certain predecessor?)

Get this man a tiara, he's a freaking Disney Princess over here, good grief!!!! He's carrying fairy food on what? The slim chance he has time to stop and feed them? Honestly, i know he's probably as attached to fairies as Time (although with a healthier relationship with them), but this is just too cute. this man is going to be the death of me!!!

Anyways, here's the bonuses!!!!

SUN APPEARANCE!!!!!!!! We have a canon Sun appearance!!!!! Like, sure, sleepy student Sky, but it's SUN!!!!

This smile. Oh my gosh I adore him. He's just so glad he got to help the corrupted little one become normal again.

JoJo was having fun with Four I see LOL

Man really said "hang on, let me check my purse, I think I have snacks in here"

Freaking Mom Coded

[mctartney]

Okay I feel like so much of it was a blur but let me try and write what I remember and share some of my highlights!

- Before the show we heard screaming and everyone rushing the other side of the arena and were like who the FUCK has turned up??? Well now we know lol

- He is such a genius starting the show with AHDN because that first chord??? Instant Beatlemania 

- Let Me Roll It ok ok ok listen. Not usually an old Paul fucker. Him taking his jacket off before and everyone cheering was funny. BUT then him slowly rolling up his sleeves and undoing his top button during the verses?? oooOOH let me at him 🥴

- He didn't tell the "Jimi asked me to tune his guitar" story like usual, was just like "he was a lovely guy, very humble" 🥺

- I don't know why but I found My Valentine so emotional?? I don't know, it's just Paul has lost so many people but I'm so glad that throughout his life he has always found people to love and who love him

- I've Just Seen A Face in front of the Cavern backdrop made me UNWELL

- Paul get everyone to do the little "oh-oh-oh-oh"s in In Spite Of All The Danger and then the crowd kept doing it when the the song was over and he looked so happy and it made him laugh so he did the last verse again AW

- Blackbird -  I've heard him tell the story about seeing the kids going to school in Little Rock before, but he told a story about how he got a text from a lady in Jacksonville who saw The Beatles there when they refused to play a segregated show and she said it was the first time she had ever stood next to a white person. Glad he makes a point to tell these stories because it makes it very clear - this was not long ago in the slightest.

- Here Today, okay I've never seen him have an emotional wobble in person, he's got through it okay. Every time I've seen him have a wobble in a video it's been on the "I love you" line. But this time he kind of had a moment on the "I really loved you and was glad you came along" and oh man. It's just so sad, isn't it? It's so sad.

- Now and Then, he had a little moment to admire the heart cards the crowd held up and it was very cute!!

- He started telling the story of the lost bass and then brought it out to play it and it was SO surreal to be in the same room in that guitar. He was like "I'm going to play it for the first time in 50 years" and then twanged the strings and was like "Well, it sounds like a bass!" djskf

- Get Back with the lost bass and Ronnie Wood was just so fun and they all looked like they were having so much fun!

- Let It Be was really beautiful, everyone lit up the arena with their phone torches. It was so special. Afterwards, he looked out to the audience and says, completely serious, like your dad giving his best advice "Let it be. There will be an answer. Let it be." I love him so much.

- Live And Let Die, one of the loud fireworks accidentally went off in the middle of a verse and scared the LIFE out of me. I jumped a mile and then looked back over to Paul who was just laughing djkdg. Him covering his ears for the last explosion at the end is so cuuute too he's the funny uncle at the party it's true.

- I've Got A Feeling. Ohhh. Sweet boy. Seeing him sing with John. Hearing John's voice ring through the arena so clearly. It's a lot.

- Paul: "We've got another special guest for you" Me: 🧐🙏 The Crew: *start dragging a drumkit on* Me: 😨 Paul: "Ringo Starr!" Me: 🥴😵

- IT WAS UNREAL!! THEYRE SO CUTE. Ringo truly is so little aww and they had a cuddle and Paul kissed him on the forehead. Honestly the affection between them was palpable, I dunno how to describe it. Just really fond.

- Lowkey Sgt Peppers and Helter Skelter were a blur bc my brain was just going PAUL AND RINGO SAME ROOM 50% BEATLES

- Then Abbey Road Medley went way too quickly and was all over so soon sighh

- He kissed the camera on the way out 😘😘 Love him to bits forever & always

[trensu]

Heyyy, long time no post, huh? I'm dropping another chunk of stasis in darkness for you guys! And I wanted to remind people that these posts are basically rough drafts. The final product will hopefully be more polished but in the meantime please enjoy!

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After Steve convinced the old man he meant no harm, he’d been allowed into the home. The Lord of Night hadn’t been super specific about the purpose of his quest, only that Steve had to bring him to Wayne Munson. Steve discreetly looked around the home as he entered it. The old man was obviously unwell and had been for a while, given the state of the house. Steve had the creeping suspicion that the time limit the Lord of Night mentioned was linked to the man’s health.

“What are you doing?” Wayne Munson asked suspiciously once he had returned to the kitchen with Steve in tow. He had sat heavily in one of the old worn chairs at the table but Steve, instead of joining him, began to clear the table on impulse. Steve halted awkwardly.

“This ain’t your house, boy,” Wayne said with a scowl. “I can take care of myself.”

Steve did his very best not to look at the scattered mess in the kitchen or living room. It was not the mess of a dirty, careless person. It was the mess of someone tired and overwhelmed. It was the mess of someone in pain who was too proud to ask for help. Steve took in Wayne Munson’s watery eyes, wan skin, and the clothes that were plain things, tattered from use, but mostly stain-free. Steve quickly added all these details and came up with a plan of attack. He set the plate back down.

“Yes, sir,” Steve agreed easily. “I’m aware, but I serve the Lord of Night and he sent me to you specifically. In our god’s name, I must assist you in any way I can.” 

Wayne’s expression wavered. Steve pushed again. He lowered his gaze in a slightly embarrassed manner, letting a note of uncertainty color his words.

“I don’t know what else to do until nightfall,” Steve said. He rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “I don’t want him to think I’ve neglected you.”

“What happens at nightfall?” Wayne asked.

“It’s when the Lord of Night wants to see you,” Steve said. Wayne blinked.

“Me? He wants to see me?”

“Yeah! So, if you could please let me,” Steve said, putting on his most endearing smile, “I’d like to take care of you until then. You know, make sure you’re comfortable and get the place ready for a divine visit. If it’s not too much trouble, sir?”

“Uh, no, that should be fine. Is…is there anything I should do?” Wayne asked dazedly.

“Not really. All I know is he really wants to see you tonight. Oh, maybe you’d like to rest until then? A nap, so you’re not drowsy when he arrives.”

Wayne nods, still in shock at the news. He didn’t protest when Steve helped him out of the chair and let him lean his weight on him as they navigated to the bedroom. Wayne sat on the bed as Steve drew curtains closed over the room’s single window. The curtains were thick enough to dim the sun to a pale yellow glow.

“I didn’t know there was anyone else who followed him,” Wayne said as he lay himself down over the covers.

"He told me you’re the only one left, besides me,” Steve told him. “And I only discovered him a month ago by accident.”

“By accident?” Wayne asked with a wry grin.

“My friends found a holy text when we were researching other gods. It was the only one of his in the city's whole library. Then we had a hell of a time trying to find his last shrine. When I finally found it, it was falling apart. He’s been forgotten,” Steve said. At Wayne’s troubled expression, he hurriedly added, “But now that I’ve pledged myself to him, I’m going to make sure people know him again.”

Wayne did not appear convinced, but he finally settled to rest after Steve promised to wake him before sunset. Steve took the opportunity to clean. He hadn’t been lying to Wayne when he said he wasn’t sure what to do until nightfall. It didn’t help that Steve also liked to keep himself busy. Being idle made him itch.

The house was small. Aside from Wayne's bedroom, there was only a cramped kitchen and a modest living room. From the small window of the backdoor, Steve could see a short, worn path to an outhouse. 

Given the size of the house, though there was a mess everywhere, it didn’t take Steve very long to clean it all. When it was done to his satisfaction, there were still a few hours left until sunset so he wandered outside. The porch railing was covered with broad green leaves from intertwining vines but Steve left that alone when he saw the small garden nearby. It was full of ripe vegetables that Steve assumed Wayne had been unable to pick himself given his condition. 

By the time Steve had picked the vegetables, pulled the weeds, and watered the garden, the sun hung low in the horizon. He cleaned himself up the best he could in the kitchen sink and took one of the chairs from the table to the bedroom before waking Wayne.

He told Wayne what he accomplished during Wayne’s repose. While Wayne expressed his gratitude politely enough, it was still apparent to Steve that the old man was irritated at having needed the assistance at all. To keep Wayne from dwelling on that, as well as to satisfy his own curiosity, he coaxed Wayne into conversation.

“Can I ask, uh, how you–I mean, how did you know? How did you know the Lord of Night existed?"

Wayne laughed at Steve’s befuddled tone. The laugh turned into a coughing fit. Steve quickly fetched him a glass of water and put it on the bedside table after Wayne had a drink.

“My family’s a bunch of no-good criminals,” Wayne croaked. “Were. It’s only me now. But before, each generation of Munsons took it up. Like a family tradition.”

“Criminals?” asked Steve cautiously. 

“Thieves and con men. Some ladies of the night, if you catch my meaning. They knew of our Lord of Night and passed the knowledge down,” Wayne sighed sadly. “The life of a criminal ain’t what you call stable. We lost bits and pieces of him with every generation. Like his name. No one’s known his name for a very long time. Is that why he wants to see me? Did I fail him?”

There was genuine distress in Wayne’s question so Steve hid his disappointment. He had hoped the Lord of Night’s last worshiper would at least have a clue about where to start the search for the lost name. He focused, instead, on reassuring the old man.

“I don’t know why he wants to see you, but he wasn’t angry when he sent me. He sounded excited.”

“I suppose that’s a good thing,” Wayne said uncertainly.

“Definitely,” Steve assured. Before Wayne could sink into his gloom again, Steve said, “I know you said you’ve lost some knowledge, but do you know if the Lord of Night has any prayers? I haven’t…I mean, I’ve tried to worship him but I don’t think I can do it right without a prayer. I’m kind of new at all this.”

“My ma used to say our Lord didn’t have patience for formalities,” Wayne said, brow furrowed. “They bored him so he only had a few official prayers. There was one where we’d thank him for any dreams he gave us. I think there was another one that asked for dreams to bring inspiration or something of that sort. I don’t really remember those–ma would be boxing my ears for that if she was still around. I remember the one for protection, since we used that one a lot. It goes: 

Lord of Night,  Guide us through all phases Of the moon; May the dark be free of All dangers, While your many stars burn.

Wayne’s voice cracked into a coughing fit near the end. Steve hurriedly offered him water again once Wayne had caught it again. Wayne took a few mouthfuls and repeated the prayer again so Steve could learn it. It took a few tries, but Wayne was patient and by the end of it, Steve had it memorized.

“Is that the only one?” Steve asked, hoping to learn more. Wayne grimaced.

“It’s the only one I really remember. The Lord of Night prefers stories. My ma would tell us the best bedtime stories. Said they were for our god as much as for me and my brother. I was never good at coming up with new stories, so I retell my favorites or tell our Lord about my days and give him a little offering.”

Steve wasn't much of a story teller. He supposed he could do as Wayne did until he met up with Robin and Dustin again. They constantly chatted about books they’d read. Steve couldn’t help but notice how, once again, his friends seemed a better fit for his god than he was; all Steve could give his god was his shield and sword. It was discouraging. He had to figure out a way to make up for it somehow.

“What kind of offerings?” Steve asked. 

He wanted to give his god more; he wanted to give the Lord of Night something he’d actually like. It wasn’t lost on him that the Lord of Night took him under duress. Who else would’ve been able to complete this quest? 

“When I was young, it was horse shoes,” Wayne chuckled at Steve’s confusion. “Thieves are supposed to give him a part of their loot but my ma and pa were horse thieves. They got horseshoes and would leave one for each horse they stole, tied with a braid made of the stolen horse’s mane.”

“You stole horses?” Steve said, unable to fight off a grin as he remembered the conversation he had with the Lord of Night about it.

“Me and my brother, before he passed,” Wayne said with a weak nod. 

The sky had darkened by now. Steve pulled the stone out of his satchel. He carefully unwrapped it from the cloth and set it gently on the bedside table next to the glass of water. Wayne eyed it quizzically.

“It’s from his shrine,” Steve explained. Without any further fussing, Steve stood up and went to the door.

“Don’t leave,” the Lord of Night said. 

Steve turned to see the god, hooded in his cloak of constellations, sitting in the chair Steve had vacated. The Lord of Night had not even glanced Steve's way when he spoke to him. The god’s attention rested solely on Wayne.

Steve hadn’t seen or spoken to the Lord of Night since he’d been accepted as his holy warrior. The god had needed to conserve his energy, he explained to Steve, so that Steve could complete his quest. The god’s cloak was as mesmerizing as the first time. However, this far from the shrine, the god did not look as solid as he had during the nights he spent with Steve. 

“I wanted to give you two some privacy,” Steve said softly. 

“I think Wayne would appreciate not being alone,” the Lord of Night said. 

The old man stared at the god unblinkingly. Wayne’s expression was one of awe and fear, so Steve did as he was told and stayed in the room though he chose to lean on the wall furthest from the pair. He was still close to them in the tiny bedroom, but it provided the pretense of privacy.

“My Lord?” Wayne’s voice was barely audible.

“Hello. I’ve wanted to meet you for years,” the god said.

[got-ticket-to-ride]

hi sorry but do you have any soft mclennon moments to share too :') the post you made about 22 seconds of longing hurt oh my god

Sorry for the delay in reply anon. I'm actually just a corporate collar acting my way as a temporary secretary every hard day's night, jobbing like a dog, 8 days a week in an English garden to afford a tan in the rain.

Hope this finds you well! Here are 22 McLennon moments as compensation for Johnny's 22 agonizing seconds in the pining video.

1.) "I'm Happy Just to Dance with You" scene when they both looked at each other at the same time. And the director had to pan out the scene because it would've been too straight. I know dilated pupils when I see it.

2.) Inviting your favorite boy to a solo trip to Spain but you stayed in Paris because it was so romantic, sharing a bed, picking out clothes for each other, slurping all the banana shakes, you know normal roommate things according to historians.

3.) Getting a solo invitation from a hot photographer and bringing along your best boy because you are attached to the hip and can't be separated.

4.) Their need to constantly touch each other

5.) Scene in Help (1965), where John is using all his strength to carry George and Ringo's weight and not crush Paul (because boyfriend things)

6.) Holding hands for mental support during a recording. (John is needy, please forgive him)

7.) Walking Martha like a couple in 1967 - outfits coordinated and all

8.) Impressions by people who met them:

"[John and Paul] sort of had their own way of communicating. Hardly anything was spoken, they just knew what the other wanted or was getting at and they had the most amazing talent."

"He was like a different animal with Lennon. When they were together they became something else, more than just the two of them together. That communication was incredible. It was like two high-speed computers just fizzing between each other."

9.) John is hiding his cigarette behind him, because he doesn't want to bother Paul with the smoke. (You know, boyfriend things).

10.) A portrait, king and princess up front. John's thigh just casually resting on Paul's (yet again).

11.) The spider fingers during a press conference, because they are actually both 12

12.) That very flirty jam session in Austria in 1965 that was cut short, but they probably continued after anyway

13.) The way they talk about the day they met sounds like "how I met the love of my life" Happy Honeymoon <3

14.) Quote from Emerick

The lights in the studio were turned off to set the mood; the sole source of illumination was a table lamp next to the wall. The two beatles, lifelong friends and collaborators, sat on high stools, facing each other, studying each other’s lips intently for phrasing.

15.) When they answer each other's songs

Paul in Can't Buy Me Love: "If it makes you feel alright?"

John: "I Feel Fine"

17.) “I could even hear what they were saying off-mike; ‘Oh Paul, you’re so cute tonight’ was met with the reply, ‘Sod off, Lennon.’” — Joan Baez on accompanying the Beatles to their concert in Red Rocks Amphitheatre, Denver. 26 August 1964

18.) Paul looking at John like he wants to eat him later after finishing with "I'm a Loser"

19.) Giving instructions on how John's hair needs to "look"

20.) Paul acting as John's walking stick

21.) Paul's heart eyes during this 1966 conference (also that lip bite... eat you later?):

22.) John the worried boyfriend who checks on Paul in the middle of an interview and doesn't believe him when he just says : "oh, yeah..."

John internally: "come on now, why aren't you laughing at my joke babe? You're unwell!!!"

The Bottles over and out.

Thank you for this ask. This was quite fun! Would love to hear your thoughts too <3

[icharchivist]

i hadnt read the last two dgm chapters yet but bc of spoilers im seeing im going through it and losing my mind

im feeling ill im feeling ill im feeling ill im feeling ill do you know the amount of posts i've wrote about Lavi genuinely getting fucked over Allen's "death". what do you mean in their past lives Lavi vowed to protect Allen with his own life. what do you mean. what do YOU MEANNN

Keeping reading and my god im going to cry what the fuck

also Apocryphos you're always the same bitchassmotherfucker i see

and so that's how Allen's arm became innocence, ok--

EXCUSE ME EXCUSE ME EXCUSE ME EXC--

AM I TRIPPING OR IS IT ALSO LIKE EXTREMELY SIMILAR TO THE KANDA/ALMA REUNION

YOURE KIDDING ME. YOURE KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!

also i'm sure i'll be able to think more in depth about it later but the fact Lavi holds on to Allen so tight to save him, in parallel to when, when Road tried to break Lavi's mind, it's Allen's hugging him and begging him to come back to him that shook him out of it. im feeling ill.

oh this is made to hurt me.

I still dont understand the Helix but i'll think about it later

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa

*slaps Allen's back* this bad boy can fill SO many souls that isn't his in his own body. Please save him this is becoming ridiculous im going to cry.

so like they're saying Allen is the Heart because LAVI controled the flux of the Helix to make sure Allen lives? Am i getting it right? i'm taking it as a win to all those years i said Lavi=Heart and it especially showed everytime he was worried about Allen because WHAT.

and Allen holding Lavi's head against his chest which is made from the Heart by telling him he needs to keep on living so he can talk to his father again aka Bookman Senior, hold on im thinking things but ALSO WHATTTTTTTTTT

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I GET TO SEE ALLEN HOLD LAVI'S SEVERED HEAD AGAINST HIS BODY.

Im so damn confused but wait it means Lavi=Heart still has a chance in the most terrible way possible. what if part of the Heart moved on to Lavi and it's why *waves hand* yaknow?

but. but i'm so. im feeling insane sorry.

I spent literal decades of my life talking about how Lavi's reactions to Allen are super noteworthy, how he's devastated with grief when Allen "dies" while he shouldnt and then spend the rest of the manga constantly hovering behind Allen, always ready to grab him out of danger, and talked about Lavi's worries about Allen disappearing in the light and all of that.

and you're telling me they're both reincarnations of two people from the past and Lavi had sworn to protect Allen with his life then and the whole reason Allen is Allen in this timeline is fully because Lavi tried to protect him so much that they found a way to be alive again and find each other again?

i'm feeling unwell. IM FEELING UNWELL. IM FEELING SO UNWELL MY GODDDDDDDDD.

[wishingtoflylikeabirdinthesky]

Ok ok, the tears are dry, let's say some words

THE CHALLENGE

Oh Penelope, I've waited to hear your voice for so long and it was so worth it!!!!!! I love the quiet strength and determination in Penelope here. I've seen a lot of gross mischaracterizations of her over the years and this got her exactly right. This song is Penelope

HOLD THEM DOWN

Sweet fucm however dark I thought this was going to be. It was darker. Like I knew it was going to be real creepy but my gods. I was not ready for that verse about Penelope. Also also also the ending of course Antonius was the first to die That makes sense but still I am reeling from the shock of that Arrow

ODYSSEUS

dbakavsvwgahismdnfbsakdihvevabwrbkajd

Okay, now that that's out of my system. Ody being the monster is giving me complicated emotions. Not bad ones but complicated ones. This was the song I was most anticipating cuz I have listened to the one snippet over and over again since it dropped. And it did not disappoint. I will say that like the righteous anger radiating off Odysseus every single time he killed one of those suitors was miraculous. It was magnificent it defied words. I'm probably going to have more thoughts about this, but it's 12:30 so I'll have thoughts later

I CANT HELP BUT WONDER

Ooohhhh Boy this one made me sob. Like a freaking baby. I thought I was ready. I was not. I was ill-prepared. I liked the note that Ody and Athena ended on it was very mutual respect and I liked it. The call back to how they first met also destroyed me utterly. Telemacus getting to meet his dad. I am unwell. I am sad. I am happy I am in the f****** walls.

WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH ME AGAIN

Yeah so this is my new bar for romance in anything ever. I cried the entire song. I just he's so nervous. He's so scared that she's going to reject him or send him away or hate him and she doesn't. She loves him always. The bit with the bed Penelope being clever and tricking Odysseus into acknowledging that. No he is still her husband and her having to like yell it at him. That she will not give up on him no matter what I am unwell. This has made me unwell. This is such a perfect finale to the whole show. The final I love yous are so perfect. I could not have asked for a better ending to a perfect show.

Jorge, if you're reading this, thank you so much for this beautiful piece of art that you've given us. Thank you to all the actors who lent their voices to this and gave these characters life. Thank you for reimagining this story. Thank you for making something really really beautiful.

[stolitzsings]

Ahhhh I almost forgot again!! Thank you @blitzwhore for the tag!!

I am still DEEPLY unwell about Mastermind, so here's another bit of my post-Mastermind comfort sex fic

“You okay, Stols?” Blitz’s voice came out lower and rougher than he was expecting. He tried to ignore the desire coiling hot and heavy in his stomach. Stolas nodded and touched a hand to Blitz’s cheek, letting him know that he was alright, but not ready to speak. Blitz rested his head against Stolas’s chest and listened to his racing heart as he waited for the owl to catch his breath. It felt so good to be close to him. Close without any sort of pretense or excuse. There because it was exactly where he wanted to be.  Gradually, Stolas’s heart rate began to return to normal. Blitz was about to ask again if everything was alright when Stolas broke the silence himself.  “Will you fuck me?” It was barely a whisper—barely a breath—but it went through Blitz’s brain like a bullet. His mind burst like a firework into a million different scenes, each more delicious than the last. He could do that. He could definitely do that. Still he held back. He lifted his head so he could get a better look at Stolas’s face, maybe talk about this before rushing in. As he watched, anxiety clouded over Stolas’s expression. “Am—am I being selfish again? If you don't want to I—” Blitz thumped his head softly against Stolas’s chest. This bird would really be the death of him. “Stolas, I have spent fucking… months thinking about your feathered ass when I crank it. Holy Hell of course I want to fuck you.”  “O-oh.” Stolas’s face had turned bright red. “Did you really—” “My point,” Blitz hurried on, his own face glowing, “is that I'm down for whatever you are. But you've been through… shit, a fucking lot. I just wanna make sure you're ready.” Stolas frowned, considering Blitz’s words carefully.  “Yes, I—I think I am.” He cupped Blitz’s cheek in his hand and met his gaze straight-on. His eyes were sincere, almost pleading. “I just—I need you to touch me again. I need your hands on me. Please.” Fuck, that was a hard pitch to resist. Stolas seemed sure of himself, and Blitz hadn’t caught any of the body language that usually suggested he was uncomfortable or holding back. Just… openness, and invitation… “Okay, pretty bird. But if anything starts feeling off you've gotta tell me, capiche?” Stolas nodded quickly. “I will. I promise.” “That's a good boy.” He let his voice slip down into a low, seductive growl, smiling at the way it made Stolas's feathers fluff up.

Tagging @bookishcatcafe and anyone else who wants to share!

[sillylittleguytm]

Hi! I saw your requests were open so thought I’d send one in. Could I have Copia with an s/o who gets sick a lot? Because of an autoimmune disease I have called Lupus I get sick a lot and it’s been kicking my butt lately. I just need some soft Copia to take care of me. 💙🖤

Unholy Quarantine

Copia x gn!Reader

Warnings: None. Just sick comfort.

Words: 831

A/N: Ayy this is the first request I've completed! I still have one more to take care of from a while ago but I'm finally returning. Anyway, I hope that this is what you had in mind and thank you for the request!

Copia can tell that you're unwell almost immediately.

He enters the room the two of you share after he arrives back from his duties for the day, and the first thing he hears is the violent coughing coming from inside the bathroom. His expression becomes one of sympathy, a frown gracing his lips. Just as you recover from your previous sickness, you catch something again. You just can’t get a break, can you?

Copia is quick to follow the noise to the source. He sees you in the bathroom with the door open, taking some medication. Immediately, he’s on you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rubbing your middle gently. After the first few times, he stopped caring about the potential of getting sick. He’d rather be there for you during your frequent illnesses than keep his distance. You deserve to be taken care of. “Oh, amore. Where do you ache this time?” He asks gently, pressing a kiss to your head.

Copia is met with a sigh. “Everywhere. It feels like I got tossed down a staircase.” You reply, the congestion evident in your voice. He lets out a quiet chuckle, giving you a gentle, sympathetic squeeze. Then, he gives a small pat on your hip.

“Let’s get you back in bed then, hm?” Copia says. Without giving you time to protest, he begins to guide you out of the bathroom by the waistband of your sweatpants– red to match his own favorite pair. You try to laugh, but it’s quickly intercepted by a rough cough met with a quiet coo from Copia. He lays you down in bed, covering your shivering body with a light blanket to account for your inconsistent body temperature. With a sigh, you curl up underneath it and look up at him wearily.

“C? Can you get me some more tissues? Pretty please?” You ask, looking up at him with tired eyes. He gives a soft sympathetic smile. He could never deny you anything when you’re like this. Hell, he rarely denies you anything when you’re in good health.

“Of course I can, amore.” Copia readily agrees, standing up from his position on the bed to get you a tissue box from the other room. Before he makes it out of the bedroom, you call out to him again.

“Ooh! And maybe you could make me that soup like you did last time?” You suggest. You haven’t wanted to eat much of anything today, and it’s not likely that you’d be able to stomach much. But this soup sounded good. It felt so nice on your sore throat the last time. Copia chuckles.

“Anything for you.” He responds, once again prepared to do whatever you need to help you feel better. You smile at his willingness to help you, appreciative of all that he does for you. You swear to yourself that you’ll return the favor when he inevitably catches this from you.

“Oh yeah, and Copia?” You say, stopping him from leaving once more.

“Yes, amore?”

“Make sure you put some extra love in it.” You say, batting your eyelashes at him playfully with the joking request.

“Okie dokie.” Copia accepts, his tone soft. “This illness has made you extra sappy, I see.” He adds teasingly.

“Ah, I figured that I should be nice to you while I’m on my deathbed.” You say, dramatically draping a hand over your forehead and shutting your eyes. You quickly peek one open in order to view his reaction. Copia simply rolls his eyes. “So dramatic.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make with the soup, soup boy.” You say, resuming your original curled position under the blanket.

This reply makes Copia snort as he finally exits the room, bringing in the box of tissues before leaving your quarters and heading to the ministry kitchen to get started on your soup. It’s not often that he cooks, but for you, he’d take on the responsibility of cooking your every meal if you so wished. Entering the busy kitchen, he finds a corner out of the way of the sisters on dinner duty for the evening and begins to fulfill your request, making the soup with all of the care and love he holds for you in his heart.

Some light labor and some dishes later, the soup is perfected. He walks back quickly so he can give it to you while it’s still warm (and also because he hates leaving you alone when you feel bad). Upon opening the door, he finds you fully asleep in bed, holding a pillow to your chest. Copia sighs, looking between you and the soup. 

Should he wake you?

He quickly shakes away the thought, knowing that it was probably hard enough for you to fall asleep given your congestion. The soup could be reheated. In the meantime, joining you in bed sounds like an excellent idea. His embrace is pure love and could warm you like no soup could.

[maretinelli]

IT'S NOT OK, BUT I'M HERE

Jake Peralta X fem!reader

Summary: Where y/n gets sick at work, and leaves the entire squad worried about the information she says before fainting.

Words: 1.5K+

Warnings: Quote of a bandit, arrest and murder (nothing explicit), mentions of other characters, hospital, pregnancy perhaps? Miscarriage.

Author: First of all, English is not my first language. I apologize for any mistakes that may occur in the story. Second, I got to watch 99 this week and I'm loving it. Oh my God, I want a Jake.

Y/s: Surname

MASTERLIST

The day dawned cloudy in New York City. It was a Thursday morning and the 99 squad was in full swing to fight crime and arrest more and more criminals every day.

Y/n was on the same shift as her boyfriend and the others, but as she woke up feeling unwell and having abdominal pain, she decided she would be a little late so she could sleep more.

Last night the 99 squad decided to make a bet on how many burritos they would eat the most. And of course, Y/n wasn't a person who liked to lose, and threw herself into this competition. Result? He won the bet and free food poisoning and a headache from the pepper.

But what matters is that he had won.

"Good morning, little burrito eater. How's your stomach?" Amy says as she sees Detective Y/s enter the pen.

Y/n tries to smile, but that makes her headache worse.

"Pretty cool. Not to mention the headache from that pepper of dubious origin" Y/n says quietly and gives a thumbs up with her left thumb.

Amy laughs and goes back to work.

As she sits at the table in front of Jake, she sees a thermos full of hot black coffee and a note that reads:

"For my burito champion, black coffee to ease the pain in my stomach and head <3. Ps. I should be at the police station in about 3 hours. I love you (and don't eat chili peppers ever again)"

Y/n laughs at the message of love and affection and makes a mental note to thank Jake later.

As soon as she takes her first sip, she feels as if 30% of the excruciating pain in her head has gone away.

"Oh, well--" Before he could even finish his sentence and lean back in his chair, a citizen came running into the police station, covered in blood and shouting a man's name. Y/n was on alert and Terry got up to go to the citizen.

"Him, it was him!! John Cavinsky, I saw him!!" The man screamed, as blood gushed from his left arm.

"Calm down, boy. Explain this story." The sergeant tries to calm the young man down.

"John Cavinsky. The one from the newspaper. I just saw him two blocks away, when I grabbed my cell phone to alert the police, he attacked me and ran towards the bridge" The man says in ecstasy.

Rosa and y/n look at each other.

They've been looking for this guy for 6 months, to arrest him. Today would be the day. Say goodbye to your shitty life, John Cavinsky.

They've been looking for this guy for 6 months, to arrest him. Today would be the day. Say goodbye to your shitty life, John Cavinsky.

"Okay. Gina call the ambulance and tell them about the condition of the guy over there. Boyle tell the captain that Y/n and I are going after Cavinsky. Ask for backup and weapons too." She says everything very quickly and grabs her coat to leave the police station.

Y/n gets up quickly and feels an unbearable pain, but now, in the abdomen region.

"Y/n dear? Are you okay?" Gina asks worriedly as she waits on the phone for the ambulance to return.

Y/n, who had her hands on her knees due to the pain, and taking a deep breath, nodded and stood up.

"Uhun...it's okay!" S/n takes a deep breath, grabs her coat and runs after Diaz.

•••••••••••••••••••••••

Diaz and Y/s had located the place where the criminal was hiding. With reinforcements and colleagues from another department, they were ready to enter the place and arrest John.

"Wait for my signal. Let's check if the henchmen aren't around the warehouse," Diaz says over the radio and starts walking around the warehouse with his gun in his hand, with Y/n right behind him.

"Aaah...aww" She lets out a little scream.

Rosa quickly turns to Y/n.

"Hey, what's up?" Rosa whispers.

"I have a very strong pain in my stomach. Like cramps"

Diaz still her.

"Okay, you can go. He called Boyle in your place," she says harshly, but worriedly.

"No, no!! I can handle it. I've worked with a bullet in my leg, this pain is okay" Y/n says with a high-pitched tone of pain.

Diaz frowns and nods in fear.

"Okay, anything taps my shoulder"

Y/n shakes her head and they walk through the warehouse again, until Diaz gives the signal for reinforcements to attack.

"Stand there, police in the area" Rosa and Y/n show their badges.

"You are under arrest for robbery, home invasion and attempted murder." Y/n puts away her badge, but leaves her gun pointed at the criminal and his henchmen.

Y/n arrested John, while the reinforcements helped arrest the others and put them in the police van.

"Hey, you're sweating too much. Come on, tell me what's going on." Rosa says as she walks with Y/n to the 99 car.

"It's okay. It must be from yesterday's burritos" Detective Y/s says quietly, as the cramps are still piercing her belly.

"Okay. Then please go to the police station, get your things and go check it out" Diaz says getting into the car and starting it.

Y/n lets out a smile at the corner of her eye seeing her friend so worried about her.

Arriving at the police station in less than 10 minutes, the detectives get out of the car and take John to the interrogation room so they can ask him a few questions before officially arresting him.

"It's okay. Let me take him," Rosa said, as she took John to the living room.

"Look at her, guys!! Take a good look at this detective. She arrested the most screwed-up criminal in the history of 6 months" Gina practically shouts at the police station excitedly. Meanwhile, Y/n had a terrible look of pain and was sweating cold. "Y/n, hey honey?" Gina asks when she saw Y/n leaning against her and Jake's desk. "Are you okay?"

Y/n shakes her head negatively, alerting the other detective friends in the room.

"Stay there, I'll get Holt."

"N-no. Jake...is Jake here yet?"

"Yes. He's interrogating another criminal who just arrived. I'll get him." Terry runs towards Jake.

"My cutie, you better sit down" Gina approaches Y/n to help her sit down, but before she even leaves her table, she sees blood on the floor and a desperate Y/n.

"You're bleeding!!" Amy says worriedly, as she places her hands on Y/n's shoulders from behind.

Blood ran down Y/n's legs and an immense pain hit her stomach again. This wasn't from the burritos, much less the pepper.

"Call Jake!!" She speaks louder, but her voice wavers from the pain. "I think I'm having a miscarriage..." As she says those words, the detective ends up fainting in Santiago's arms.

"GINA!!" Amy yells to Gina who was closest to her, and the woman helps Amy hold the other detective. "Where's the ambulance??!"

"It's coming!!" Boyle puts the phone back on the table.

Everyone in the squadron who was there looked at each other desperately at the information they had just heard.

•••••••••••••••••

Jake had arrived in time so he could go with Y/n in the ambulance and get to the hospital. She was still unconscious, which made her enter the procedure room alone, leaving a terrified Jake there in the infirmary.

About three hours had passed, and Y/n was in the room they had made available to her, with Jake sitting in the armchair holding her hand, while he looked at a fixed point and absorbed all the information that the nurse had given him about two hours ago. back.

Captain Holt had texted the detective earlier asking about Y/N and her situation. Jake quickly responded with a "She's fine now, we're in the room." Captain just glanced over and said he would inform the rest of the squad, and that he would give him and Y/N the rest of the week off.

Jake hears the bed creak and Y/n move in bed. She was waking up from the anesthesia.

"Hi, honey." Jake wipes away the tears in his eyes and smiles lovingly at his girlfriend.

The detective blinks a little to adjust her eyes to the light.

Jake quickly gets up and closes the curtains, as the bedroom door was also closed.

"Are you okay? In pain? Tired?" Jake asks worriedly, sitting back down in the armchair he was in and taking her hand again.

Y/n quickly starts crying and sobbing.

"Hey, hey. Honey, what's up?"

"I know what happened. I lost our baby," she starts sobbing again, putting her hand over her face.

Jake sheds a few tears.

"Come here," he says quietly.

Y/n sits down and Jake comes over to wrap her in a hug.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know, and then this morning I felt sick, but I thought it was because of the burrito yesterday, then I went to the police station to work and everything got worse. I'm sorry."

"Honey, look at me," Peralta says calmly, making Y/n look at him. "You have nothing to apologize for, you didn't know, I didn't know, we couldn't predict what could happen. Don't apologize," he wipes the tears that were falling from his girlfriend's face.

Y/n nods her head slightly.

"It wasn't in our plans. But I wanted that baby. But I ended up losing it without even knowing it existed. I feel like a terrible woman," she sobs.

"I can't say it's okay. But I'm here, we can get through this together"

Detective Y/s nods and sighs.

Jake places his hands on his girlfriend's cheeks and smiles.

"And you, Mom? Are you okay? No pain, tiredness, discomfort...?" He says softly.

Her eyes fill with tears, but she smiles because Jake cares and loves her so much.

"I'm fine, a little tired. But I'm fine, future dad Jake." She smiles and he laughs.

"Okay, now you can rest a little more, I'll be here with you. I'm not leaving here" Jake lies down on the bed with her and hugs her.

The two remain silent, staring at a fixed point on the wall, until Jake interrupts.

"We can make another one. No problem"

Y/n laughs and then lightly slaps his shoulder.

"Peralta, just shut up now" she laughs.

Jake kisses her cheek and smiles, before they fall asleep together.

Author: After days of writing this story, I ended up remembering that I wrote "Bolt" instead of "Holt" hahahaha I apologize if it's in the story, I tried to correct it but I looked over it🤣

[itookyoudown]

i need ur thoughts on what a post-canon (post-raylan) tim would be like (for science)

hi justie (justified bestie) 🖤

let's do some science! i really truly feel 100% in my heart that Tim "powder keg" Gutterson finally blows within 2-3 months of Raylan leaving for Miami.

that's with my givenson shipper hat on and off.

i feel Tim's due for a blow-up + burn out (season 4 teased us SO BAD with it and did a whole ass set-up and never went anywhere with it RIP) and Raylan's leaving (whether or not they were fucking or broke up or went LDR or never speak again) is the perfect catalyst for that.

in their last scene together, Tim is visibly distraught. boy swallows down a lump and makes himself not cry. what's all this then??

Tim is weird in season 6 and not in his usual gay little weirdo way. i mean he's concerning "oh i'd consider him a suicide risk" way.

he spends season 4/5 on the ratty side with his hair and then come season 6 he has a minor glow-up. they go back to styling his hair, his face has that clean-cut boy scout look again, he's back in layers (though to be fair this could just be because the show is trying to trick us into believing it's winter time and they're not shooting in California 🫠), and there's just something a lil feral in the way he speaks/acts that makes me think he's shaking a warning bell.

sure, we could attribute it all to some behind the scenes change regarding the crew or cast (i'm not sure here but someday i want to research the makeup and costume department to see who's who there exactly you know).

however, i think the tidying up Tim does to his appearance in season 6 is just a band-aid over how unwell he's doing mentally and emotionally. looking fine on the outside, but sick on the inside.

i think whether it was romantic or platonic, Raylan leaving is a big loss for Tim and he doesn't adjust well to losing his desk mate and deputy partner.

i'd say it really makes Tim have to confront and process Mark's death (and might also bring up his daddy's death and the death or loss of anyone else he's ever served with) and Tim just...doesn't do well with that on his own.

i like to imagine it triggers Tim's alcoholism big time and its a speedy spiral. does something extremely stupid (drunk driving again, fight at a bar, suicide attempt). he ends up in rehab or a psych ward or goes on leave from work. something that gets him some help with the alcohol + PTSD so he does some measure of healing to make himself functional again.

i don't think Tim stays in Lexington or even Kentucky post-canon. we know there's no family tying Tim there (if it was his hometown or home state they would have said so -- the US marshals apparently love to assign deputies to where they grew up). i think the Lexington office is just Tim's initial duty station and he'll move on once he's eligible to leave.

i like to think after Tim shapes up and sorts himself out a bit, he ends up out west in a big city like LA. or once he qualifies he's pulled into something like SOG due to his skillset.

to me, Tim's a lifer in law enforcement and he'd stick with the US marshals. long-term, i love the idea that he ends up settling down in Louisiana and becomes some sort of teacher/trainer at Camp Beauregard for the marshals.

and I really do believe Tim stays Tim for his whole life. i think he stays a little weirdo and he's forever closeted at work. i can't see him undergoing any softening or massive change as he gets older.

i also think alcohol and his PTSD is a lifelong struggle for him, but he does get better about making local connections with veteran support groups and gets himself a real friend or two through some nerdy hobby (he seems like a prime candidate to do D&D or something) or at a shooting range.

anyways, there's my post-canon Tim talk 🤠

[accihoe]

My Baby

It's been around 3037 hours since my boyfriend, the reincarnation of the king of bass, died. I just need to write something fluffy for comfort.

Pairing: Cliff Burton x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N comforts Cliff through a nasty fever

Warnings: fever, very slight hint towards vomiting

A/N: This may be cringe, but I need the comfort. Pls don't steal my work.

xxxx

"104,"

Y/N exhaled in worry when she read the numbers on the thermometer. She put her hand over his forehead, not wanting to believe that the thermometer was accurate. His forehead felt like stove plate with a broken regulator.

"Darling I'm going to get you some water, and a tad of orange juice. I'll be right back."

She stroked a drenched strand of hair away from his eyes before leaving the room. Cliff stayed silent, his energy to react in any way long gone. Y/N returned with a tray, pushing the door open with her hip. Though exhausted and uncomfortable, Cliff couldn't help the small smile on his lips.

"Think you can keep this down? We need to keep you hydrated, my love."

She set the tray on the nightstand and propped up pillows, assisting him to sit upright. She handed him the glass. He took it with trembling hands, sighing from the pleasant cool contact. Y/N smiled gently when he glanced her, his eyes showing a slight mistrust.

"I'm not leaving, sweetheart, I promise. And no, I don't mind doing this at all, in fact, I enjoy caring for you."

She laid a hand over his bony knee, responding again to questions he had asked hours ago in a delirious state. His eyes scanned her warily, but drifted to the glass when her thumb stroked his knee over the thin blanket.

"Have a sip, love."

He complied, eyes watching her over the glass. Y/N giggled, and Cliff cracked a small smile. She took the glass from him upon noticing he was at his limit for intake.

"I think now I should sponge you, yeah? Sorry, I rarely get sick, and I haven't been home in a while, I'm not too educated on caring for fevers."

He blinked, but she knew it was a sassy eyeroll.

"Oh my darling, you're starting to feel better!"

She chimed. Y/N got a lukewarm, damp cloth and dabbed it across his feverish skin, dabbing it around his eyes that she could only imagine were burning. She dabbed the cloth gently, smiling internally when she thought of the relief he must've been feeling from the contact of coolness.

"Think you can manage a few more sips of water before you lie down?"

He shook his head.

"Orange juice?"

He shook his head again.

"Alright,"

She gave another soft smile before helping him shift down.

"I think that's it, for no-"

"Willyouholdme?"

"Sorry darling, what was that?"

He exhaled before staring into her eyes intently, as he always did.

"Will you hold me... please?"

"Oh, sweetheart, of course."

She smiled, moving onto the bed. She laid down, and he curled up against her side, face buried in the crook of her neck. Thankfully, Y/N already caught and passed what Cliff had, and was therefore able to snuggle him, like he insisted on doing for her when she was unwell. She stroked one hand over his hair, the other cradling his cheek whilst her thumb stroked his jaw.

A smile danced on her features when she felt his body start to lose the tension and relax, his breathing evening out. She pressed a kiss to his damp hair. The room carried its usual scent, with a hint of illness, but she would worry about that once her handsome man was feeling better.

She hummed a gentle tone, one that Cliff had expressed his sentiment about. With a kiss to his ear she hummed the final tune, closing her eyes to further embrace the peacefulness of being around him, of having him feel safe and protected around her.

"I love you."

She whispered into his hair, and though he was asleep, the words sunk in.

A/n: Hope it was alright. I miss my boy today, the longing doesn't get easier over time, but I'm familiar with losing loved ones, so it's alright. Lmao sorry this is so sappy and blah blah. Hope you have a good time in whatever timezone you're in. And hey, please talk to me if you need someone to chat to. I'll even drop an Insta or something if it'll help ya out. I'm all for helping others, and being a friend.

[roaringlion]

heyy ,i have a request. You dont have to do it if you dont want to , i was just wondering if you could do kny main three reacting to you taking care of them when they're sick, and you both live together so its domestic stuff❤️

Hey Anon! of course I can! I also love reverse comfort! I also included some (Most) of the Hashira!

Gender Neutral Reader (I tried)

Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Giyuu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Mitsuri Kanroji

Split into 2 parts

SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG!!! 😖😖😖

this is Part 1

TANJIRO KAMADO

Tanjiro had just gotten back from a mission up in the cold snow capped mountains.

He was so pale and so cold.

You already had made Kelp Rice Balls for him for dinner but Soba looked more better for him.

You instantly had Tanjiro go to bed, Much to his dismay.

He wanted to cuddle you, love you!

But you flatly refused!

Poor boy...

"darling- I just want to hold you please?" Tanjiro whined. You looked over and saw him trying to get off of the shikibuton. "Tanjiro- please, you need to rest! you are too cold!" You said. He reached to grab you, but he fell weak on the ground. A horrible cough left his throat. "Tanjiro!" you went straight to his side. "Can I hold you now please?" he weakly asked. "after you eat your soba, I don't care if I have to feed you myself" You said sternly, he smiled, "alright"

ZENITSU AGATSUMA

let me tell you.

if this boy woke up with food poisoning (mostly because of Inosuke) he'd beg you for attention, love and care.

but if he returned back from a mission deathly cold and shivering his ass off...

he'd still beg for attention, love and care.

this man BEGS for TLC, and if he's sick? the whining is SOOOOOO much worse.

he'll accept all your lectures about: How to avoid Inosuke's horrible cooking

or: how to put more damn clothes on to avoid getting a cold!

"gorgeous! please! I need your love!" He begged. "NO! you need to learn how to not- get off of me! I'm trying to be mean!" you groaned as he gripped onto you tightly. "You cant be mean to me! I didn't mean too I promise!" he cried. You groaned as he gripped onto you tighter. "Please! I promise I wont do it again! I'm sorry! please just comfort me!" he sobbed loudly. you finally gave in and comforted him for the rest of the night and the next day.

INOSUKE HASHIBIRA

this boy REFUSED to admit he was unwell until he ended up being put in Shinobu's medical wing.

he refused to allow you to see his face.

the Boar head stayed on.

It took Shinobu threatening him to let him show you his face.

and oh dear- he wasn't sick.

he was stabbed.

he had time to move his organs around.

which was the only good thing.

"Inosuke- you need to look after yourself more!" you said with teary eyes. "I'm totally fine!" he said, he coughed and blood splattered all over the white sheets. "INOSUKE!" you exclaimed. "I'm fine! stop yelling in my ear ok?! I need to recover! that's what bug eyes said!" You gripped his hand "I thought I would lose you" You sobbed. he weakly held you hand. "I'll be ok, Bug Eyes said I'll recover soon and be home soon- I'll be home soon" he whispered.

GIYUU TOMIOKA

THIS MAN! HE REFUSES TO BE SICK! HE REFUSES ATTENTION! HE REFUSES EVERYTHING!!!

which frustrates you beyond belief!

he wont even take a stern talking to!

but after pushing you off to the side and being alone for an HOUR

he came up to you begging for cuddles.

poor boy loves your love and wont stop till he gets it!

and even then he still wants more.

"Giyuu? can you loosen your hold? please?" you mutter, trying desperately not to make his head ache worse. he only gave you a small whine in response before loosening his grip slightly. he didn't open his eyes, still trying desperately to fall asleep. you slowly rubbed his back in soothing circles. Giyuu hummed contently. "sweetie?" he grumbled, you looked down at him, but he was already sound asleep.

PART 2 SOON!!!

DONT FORGET TO CHECK MY MASTERLIST PINNED ON MY PAGE!!

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 45

chapter 68:

1. “Some of those ashes could be Marlene.” bro wtf

2. listing out the names of the people who died in war destroyed me

3. james reacting to his father’s death by flinching away from effie had me broken. i’m destroyed. unwell

4. “The worst part is, when he says what he does next, it's not even a question. "After that, you're leaving."

Sirius' eyes flutter shut, and he croaks, "Yeah, Reggie, I'm leaving again."”

SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING IM UNWELL I WILL NEVER BE OKAY AGAIN!!! I WILL NEVER BE FINE AGAIN

5. “”Sirius, I love you more than anything. You're the first person in this world I ever loved at all. Not Mother, not Father, not James; it was you.”” STILL SCREAMING STILL CRYING STILL SOBBING STILL UNWELL

6. okay just all of the stuff with the black brothers has me in tears. their bond is unbreakable and my heart is in fact very breakable. i’m shattered over them

7. dorcas hasn’t left that spot in over twenty four hours and boy am i worried for her. she needs water. she needs to go pee, i’m sure. she needs to eat something and to rest

8. “Just not afraid to die, then?

No, I'm rather used to it, actually.”

STILL SCREAMING OVER MARLENE!!! STILL SOBBING ACTUALLY

9. “"You. Even you," Dorcas declares harshly, glaring at her. "I'd rather it be you. Instead of her, I'd rather you be dead."”

WOAH! hold up!!! i love marlene as much as the next gal, but nobody goes after my girl lily. she fought and fought and fought as well. she deserved to make it to this side of war too! she tried to keep marlene alive too. hold your horses dorcas.

10. 😧 did you just shoot my lily??? MY LILY??? holy fucking shit. she’s insane.

11. “Some of that blood must have been Marlene's. Dorcas wishes she had bathed in it; Dorcas wants to turn back time and drown in it.” 😟 i’m worried

12. “Never, through any of this, did [James] imagine losing his dad.” kill me. it would be more merciful than making me live after reading that

13. “Monty loved Sirius like a father did; Sirius is allowed to mourn him as a son would.” calling my freind again while sobbing brb

14. god I don’t know how to explain it, but every time pandora is mentioned and she’s alive i let out a huge sigh of relief

15. AROACE PANDORA SUPREMACY

16. i’m so horridly upset that lily lost almost everyone. she lost her family, she lost sybil, she lost kingsley, and dorcas tried to shoot her, so i’m pretty sure she lost her too. lily tried to not love anybody because she was scared of losing them, and sure enough, she was right

17. i get upset when everyone talks about going separate ways. i want everyone to live in one big town and live right next door to each other. i’m thinking hogwarts vibes (except better, ya know) or maybe the mansion they all lived in at the start of ahb!

18. as much as it upsets me that sirius is going to be leaving james and effie and regulus, i’m genuinely so happy that sirius is going to stay with remus

19. oh. i see why sirius has to leave. it’s best for everyone to heal a little before sirius sees his james and regulus again. because otherwise they won’t be able to heal

20. i love wolfstar, and this is so emotional but like, “Just—for right now, what I need is to be with you. I want—that's what I want.” all that does is remind me of high school musical with the “ALL I WANNA DOOOO IS BEE WITH YOU! ONLY YOU! NO MATTER WHERE LIFE TAKES US, NOTHING CAN BREAK US APAAAART, YOU KNOW ITS TRUE, I JUST WANNA BE WITH YOUUUU”

21. ““I wish I did love him that way," Regulus confesses, "because it would have been easier than this. It would have been easier to define how losing him feels, but it's not. James, it's not."”

god, i ache for him. like so badly. i so badly want him to have barty back. more than any other character. (sorry to marlene and monty and sybil and literally everyone else who died)

22. “It's still been three days since the end of the war, and Regulus wonders when they'll stop measuring the passage of time that way.” 😟

23. “Doomed to be a great, big tragedy.” *eye twitch* i’m fine. *even bigger eye twitch*

24. look, i know in the future, everyone will be together again and as happy as they can ever be. but rn, i’m sad

chapter 69:

1. “"I don't care!" Aberforth shouts. "I don't give a damn about your fucked up love story with our sister's murderer, Albus! The fact that you even came to love him to begin with sickens me, let alone that you continued to after he killed Ariana, and still do to this day!"” hell yeah put him in his place

2. “The dead sister card is a little underhanded, admittedly, but Aberforth knows a thing or two about manipulation tactics. He'd have to. Albus is his older brother, after all.” LMAOOOOOO

3. lily mentioning children and sirius and remus just locking eyes and panicking was so fucking funny. bro i’m wheezing

4. BRO AND THEN REGULUS BEING LIKE “you’ve??? never thought about kids??????? wtf??? me and james are having four you little loser??????”

5. dorcas just marching in has me so fucking scared ngl

6. oh god, dorcas became the president coin in this. she wants to make a new hunger games. oh god. oh no

7. as horrifying as it was to see sirius’ train of thought, him being the first one to say no is so fucking satisfying oh my god

8. good for remus fucking standing up for lily. everyone is blaming lily, and finally remus speaks up that the blame cannot rest on lily alone

9. 😧😧 not albus suggesting the jegulus wedding to help with the aftermath. bro he’s fucking insane. it’s so hallow-like of him to suggest that oh my god

10. oh my god dorcas has gone insane, is she about to tell everyone how albus was in love with grindlewald. that’s fucking insane oh my god i can’t wait

11. oh my god it’s even better. it’s that he came up with the rule for the quarterly quell. oh my god this is gonna be great

12. 😧 holy shit. sirius just killed albus. imma be so real, i expected one person to not leave that table, and i thought it would be dorcas, not albus. i thought she would be killed

13. minerva asking lily to be a medic and help save albus, and lily just not will forever be iconic to me

14. as a punishment they banned sirius from the hallow 😭😭😭 babes they knew they had to come up with some punishment as like a way to show actions have consequences, but they chose one that sirius would love 😭😭 that’s so funny to me bro

15. alberforth finally leaving his home is a very satisfying character arch

16. “this story is, first and foremost, about siblings—primarily sirius and regulus ofc—like that is the whole point of this fic, the core of it over anything else. and that feels right considering the source material, like in thg, it was always about katniss' love for prim and how important that was over peeta or gale or anyone else. and i just. i really adore that, and hope i paid a good homage to that, because i really admire it.”

you did. you did pay homage to that. it was abundantly clear that this was about siblings. and i love you for it. thank you, if you see this

alrighty six more chapters to go! i’m in the home stretch yall

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Finale day! I'm going to miss this group of little idiots.

Chain & Pun, you have one job today! Just one!

Omg, I adore Fang's development through his relationship with Tan.

You know he is 100% only a goof with this man, with whom he feels his ultimate sense of safety.

Lol, love Peem lying down and pretending he doesn't know that Phum will immediately end up on top of him.

Arrrgh, the fluff! The cuteness!

Ok, yes, Tan being an absolute menace who is the only one to actually get seasick is hilarious, as is Pun being stuck on his penguin fixation, but also LOOK AT FANG PETTING HIS BOYFRIEND.

Haha, Phum wingmanning for his brother-in-law, love it.

Can't be a BL without frolicking in the water!

See, it's scenes like this that really nail part of the college experience for me. Because things do change after graduation, they change a lot.

And there is this melancholy that exists, around the relief and celebration of being done with a degree. Because you're never again going to have that same sort of experience, with everyone being at the same state of life, in the same way.

AHHHHHH!!!! TanFang fam, they are feeding us today!

Damn, these boys are good at the romance.

Lol, not Peem calling out Fang for pretending he doesn't love the Tan adoration.

But also, I love moments like this - because Fang is not just defined by his relationship with Tan, but Phum and now Peem are also key to his life. Love how much this show emphasizes that all relationships are important.

Also, I know there are going to be people who are mad at the stuff with Phum and his dad. But this show was never going to be about someone cutting off his family. And I do need to point out that this doesn't mean he's forgiven his dad, or magically gotten over his trauma. He's just able to be civil, and it's clear he feels some relief from that. It's fine if it would not be your personal choice, but honestly, for a lot of us, this is a realistic part of how it works with family sometimes.

Q & Toey cuteness is always so soothing. Also, Oh totally knew they were the post-it buddies, right? And just didn't say anything?

Lolol, Tan's face says it all here. "Seriously, dude?"

Omg, Pun's face, I am unwell.

Finally a kiss! Would have preferred Pun to be slightly less drunk in the moment, but ah well.

But we all know what Pun is like when he's drunk, Chain better be ready for some big bitey action tonight.

Yep, Pun been waiting, lol.

Awww, these guys.

It's... it's over. My fluff show is over. *sniffle*

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For the fic ask game! What about 2 and 22? :]

From writing asks here!

talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

Oh boy. Endlessly. I'm very much a writer that goes in and just....writes? and lets the characters take the lead. It's not often I have a set narrative/outline because I know that doesn't happen or work. That restriction on something creative is where much needed structure falls apart for me.

I write a lot of shorter pieces, not much in the way of sprawling novel narratives, so maybe this doesn't come up as starkly as in long form writers. It's probably more smaller and nuance for short form writers (n my experience anyway).

Well actually a big one narratively for Vanquish was I didn't want her to die so soon, or at all mortally (another narrative thread) when she joins Voss, the githyanki and frees herself from Nezarr. But I think she just kind of told me when I was figuring out her narrative and end that no, she was ready to die then. She was tired, sore, but happy.

I feel the same for Voss, so their endings just kind of aligned to me and felt right after she kind of told me "this is what I want". After living two very long lives (relatively) basically for someone else, they get to have these short last years as theirs and they don't need anymore.

It felt really poignant especially for Vanquish as her whole initial fear was her mortality, death and her loss of control over it, and its what got her in such a horrible situation. So it just feels right and nice and makes me emotional haha.

Sorry for rambling like fuck and getting very emotional lol.

describe your writing process from scratch to finish.

Hah oh boy okay.

Okay well, fellow neuro diverse and mentally unwell writes may understand your head also just constantly being on fire with ideas and narrative threads and characters.

The reason I pick a certain one can be anything from: catharthis, just the need to write, spite, horny, prompt, unexplored part of a char, what if what if always what if (why I love rare pairs and side chars), and ofc just the general exploring the fucked up and unknown.

Okay first of all I need: music for the vibe of what I'm going to write. Lately actually ambient 10hr background noise audios have been saving my life. Particularly these two. Cyberpunk 9hrs rain. Cozy cyberpunk loft in the rain 10hr. They've been constant lifesavers for writing lately. I've been finding a lot of lyric songs overstimulating and distracting for writing. I need tea if I'm going to settle in and write something longer. Always.

I often write my shorter things these days in StimuWrite, just opening it up and going for it. For me it has the same feel of writing directly into the tumblr text box which increases my output somehow idk. Having no spellchecker is insanely helpful for me hah. Otherwise I consistently use g-docs, for better or worse. It helps me because I have 4 devices then I can write on, and I can write anywhere on any position (chronic pain wahoo).

I edit as I go in everything I write though (not always catching the spelling mistakes tho, that's different). Constantly editing structure, word choice as I go. It's just easier for me. I'm not a 1st draft, 2nd draft person. All my work is essentially one draft, edited as I go, then as I finish I go over it again before posting.

I usually write linearly because the things I usually write are quite short. But often lines for future scenes, moments etc will just appear as I'm writing a current one and I just quickly write that at the bottom of the document. That happened twice past two days. I wrote a flashback in the cyberpunk AU fic and the ending of it wrote itself while I was writing the opening, so I just wrote it down quickly a few spaces down, then continued writing, editing it slightly into the context of what I ended up writing that followed.

Exact same thing happened writing an Orpheus/Voss yesterday. Ending few lines just wrote themselves as I was writing another line so had to throw them down. Then I wrote the rest of the fic.

For longer things I won't always write scenes in order. Sometimes I'll just write things and shuffle them around. I don't need constant 'seamless scene transitions'. I'm confident enough im my writing and my readers that they can understand what's happening. And this fic is a series of vignettes anyway. Snapshots of various people's lives. It fits the vibe.

When something's finished, if it's something longer, or something professional or for a zine, I'll let it sit for a few days, longer. I need to step away from it to come back with fresh eyes. It helps me edit more objectively, critically, and just help notice dumb shit I did that I maybe wouldn't have if I didn't give myself that break away from it.

For shorter things though, often I just write, edit/proof, immediately post. Sometimes I know there are things I just need to get out there and not worry about, just get out my system, just be stress free, or things I need to stop looking at and let it go.

Thank you so much for the ask love!!! This was very fun !! <33333 sorry it's so long omg hope you enjoyed reading