#ohwormhere

[elinaline]

Like none of the colours except white but it's not scary and also I feel like nice is the wrong word because it sounds too passive but GOD i wish it were grey

YOU are so nice and also yeah it’s even worse that I HAD plans to come if there hadn’t been a deadly fuckin pathogen gdi I had two months off and now I have a *job* and less holidays

[multishipperlove]

“I got us new pillows.” with Nott and Caleb, platonically? (also may I sugest... pillow fort xD)

(I think I went more with pillow fort that the original prompt, but I hope you enjoy it!)

“I got us new pillows!” Nottannounces one day, loudly, as she comes through the door along withthe gentle sound of Caduceus' wind chimes above her. And true to herwords, she seems to have managed to somehow stack at least fivepillows on her arms, all almost as big as her.

Caleb is the only one home at themoment, and gives her a properly confused look over the brim of hisbook. “...pillows? I wasn't aware we had a shortage.”

Nott shrugs and walks over to wherehe's sitting, dumping them on the floor with a wide grin. “Well,not anymore!”

Caleb looks from the pillows to Nottand back again, and gets the sudden urge to ask her how she got them.Did she actually pay or was that an old habit coming through again?Either way, he quickly decides that it doesn't really matter. There'sno going back now and he made a decision a long time ago not to judgeher for how she... aquires things. For the longest time, it was theonly thing keeping them alive after all.

Instead, he puts his book aside andjoins her on the floor, where she's started to arrange them. “Whatare you doing?”

“Planning,” she mutters, beforegoing right back to ignoring him. He offers his help once, but isshot down without a second glance. So eventually he decides to leaveher to it, whatever it is she's doing (he has an idea, but it seemsso far out there that he doesn't even mention it), and takes his bookto the war room instead. If she changes her mind, she knows where tofind him.

Surprisingly, that's exactly whathappens about half an hour later. He doesn't get the warning of thewind chimes this time, as Nott bursts through the door of the warroom, but at least it gets his attention.

“Caleb!” she all but shouts, asshe's already standing right beside him, tugging the book from hishands with a surprising gentleness. “I got something to show you,'cmon.”

“But- Nott, I was just-”

She ignores his half-hearted protest,already pushing him out of his chair, and he can't help but smileslightly at her insistence. He still wonders what could have gottenher so excited though.

(Surely not the few pillows fromearlier. He's almost ashamed to admit it, but with how much gold andplatinum has passed their hands in the last few months, he findshimself not getting as excited about these small luxuries as he usedto)

As she leads him back to the livingroom area, he starts to understand though. Right next to the couch isan assortment of what almost looks like every pillow, blanket, sheetand other kind of fabric they own, and some part of him realizes shemust have carried them down from each room seperately.

When they reach the front of the fort,he almost has to laugh. There's a big sheet of paper glued to itsomehow, reading “KEEP OUT” in Nott's neat handwriting.

“That's- that looks quite nice,” hefinally says, realizing she's waiting for some kind of reaction fromhim. The slight smile that flits across her face tells him it seemsto be the right answer.

“It's kind of like old times, youknow, just a lot more comfortable,” she tells him. “Hiding awayin small places and all that.”

And Caleb has to admit, she's notwrong. On the many nights they hadn't been able to afford an In or aroom literally anywhere else, hiding in a makeshift shelters hadsometimes been their only option. He didn't exactly miss these days,but there was something... familiar about it. Someting nice.Especially since this one wasn't in some muddy alleyway and stillletting in the rain.

“So that's your plan for the rest ofday?” he asks, smiling now as well. “Would you maybe allow me tojoin you?”

She rolls her eyes at his pretendedquestion and just nudges him forward. “Of course, doing it bymyself would only be half the fun. Come on.”

So Caleb gets down on his knees andcrawls in first, settling down cross legged with his back against thesturdy armrest of the couch. Without being prompted he casts dancinglights, dimming the globules down enough to only leave a pleasantglow around them, as Nott settles down as well.

Somehow he only notices now that she'sstill holding his book from earlier, and without a word she passes itback to him and leans against his side, getting comfortable. Calebwatches with a fond look as she quickly dozes off, her back towardsthe entrance of the fort and apparently blocking out the whole worldat the moment, everything but their little crawlspace and his ownbreathing that still disturbs the air.

He's honestly not sure if there'ssomething going on here, if he should be concerned at her sudden needto recreate something they left behind so long ago. But he could bereading too much into this, and he will take a pillow fort overexcessive drinking any day. So for now, he accepts their littlerepieve for what it is, a chance to relax.

And even the others seem to respectthis, for whatever reason. Caleb can hear them as they come home, oneafter the other, even though the noises are muffled for them. Beau isthe only one who pokes her head in, briefly, just to make surethey're okay. Caleb gives her a thumbs up, and it's enough to get herto leave again.

And when evening comes around and afurry hand appears just long enough to push two bowls of soup towardsthem, he makes a mental note to thank the others somehow. But again,he decides that can wait until later. Tomorrow, even. For now, herelaxes.

[schrijverr]

Careless affection hit me hard

Five times Bertie calls Jonny ‘love’ in the British way and one time in the in love way.

AKA Jonny is a gay disaster and gets overwhelmed by any sort of affection.

On AO3.

Ships: Jonny x Bertie x Tim

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed anything or if you want me to tag something!

I got this idea from @ohwormhere who was kind enough to let me use it, so thank you!

~~~~~~~~~

One.

Jonny was rummaging through Berties pack. He was planning to steal some booze and didn’t really care the the owner of said pack was looking right at him while he did it with one eyebrow raised and an amused look on his face.

Bertie shook his head when Jonny went on with stealing and sighed: “While you’re going through there, could you at least hand me the cards, love?”

And just like that Jonny froze.

He knew Bertie didn’t mean it like that, he’d heard him call Tim darlin’ enough for him to spot the difference in tone. Bertie was just British, he couldn't help it, probably.

But still that didn’t mean, Jonny didn’t freeze. His one hand was still in the pack, other halfway to the ground where he was about to steady himself.

Jonny only came back to life when he almost toppled over, barely catching himself and getting the attention from Bertie, Tim and TS, who were waiting on him.

“You alright there, mate?” Tim called out.

Trying to hide his furious blush, Jonny turned away, focusing on getting the cards, booze long forgotten as he replied: “I’m fine.”

Two.

The first time it had happened was still playing heavily on Jonnys mind, when the second time almost killed them all.

They were in a trench shooting in the dark, hoping that the aiming at the noises would enough to make it through the day. Jonny was, much to his dismay, on laser fuel duty, which meant keeping his hand in a crate so that he could quickly hand over ammunition and no one had stumble around in the pitch blackness.

Bertie made the sign for more ammunition and Jonny quickly handed it over, making a small noise so Bertie would know where he was.

After a bit of groping the air, Bertie found Jonnys arm. He slid his hand down to Jonnys and took the fuel with a quick: “Ah, thanks, love.”

Because of this Jonny missed The Toy Soldiers request, but luckily it would survive, well come back from, the hit in the head that followed and by the time Tim asked for fuel, Jonny was out of his stupor.

Three.

It happened again a few days later.

The Toy Soldier had heard a stupid order and, in a moment of irritation, Jonny had followed after it to tell it to come back. However, he had lost The Toy Soldier rather quickly and also the way back in the dark.

He had been trying to get back to the British front lines for a few hours already and in that time he had only found a Lunar Men stronghold. It had been a nice temporary distraction, but whatever was left hadn’t given him any clues about his position.

So, now he was just walking in a direction and hoping it was the right one. He was about halfway into a new passage when he heard a familiar voice say: “We’re not going to find them, Bertie-dear. Lets go back. You know how those two idiots can be, they’ll come back when they want to.”

“I am worried, darlin’.” another familiar voice replied, “Because I know how much of an idiot those two can be.”

Jonny wasn’t going to let that slide, so he called out: “Oi, I heard that, fucker.”

There was a momentary silence of surprise, then Tim exclaimed: “Jonny!”

The two soldiers rushed over to his voice and with a dim flashlight Bertie checked him over for injuries. When he found none, he grinned and patted Jonnys cheek: “There you go, love, all alright.”

If there hadn’t been a dim light the heat alone would have been enough to give away how much Jonny blushed at that statement. He cleared his throat and groused: “Yeah, yeah, I’m always alright,  so whatever. There’s, well, there was a Lunar Men stronghold further up, we should go inform the sarge of that.”

Jonny didn’t miss Tims grin as he slung an arm around his shoulder and pulled him along while he said: “Whatever you say, Jonny.”

Four.

He thought he would be over it by the fourth time it happened, but no.

They were playing cards when Jonny slipped one out of his hand and into his sleeve replacing it with another. With a winning smile he showed his hand and started to collect his prize. However, another hand on his own stopped him.

“Oh, you’re going to regret that, love.” Bertie told him, looking him straight in the eye.

Jonny almost fainted at the sight and sound, but he managed to swallow around the sudden lump in his throat and focused on whatever it was Bertie was holding in front of him.

An ace of hearts.

Fuck, he thought to himself, that had been the exact card he had switched in order to cheat. Caught in the act, red handed.

Tims stupidly handsome face appeared in his view, with an annoy smirk on it. He jeered: “You going to move, or is Berties hand that interesting?”

“What?” Jonny asked, finally blinking.

“You’ve been sitting there staring for a while now.” Bertie told him gently, “I was getting worried about you.”

Tim leaned over Berties lap and rolled his eyes: “You worry to much, Bertie-dear. Lighten up a bit, the fucker has survived this far, little card game won’t kill him. Besides, he still needs to pay up.”

“He’s Quite Right, Ol’ Chap.” The Toy Soldier interjected, “Mx. O’Reilly Would Be Very Disappointed In That Horrifying Display Of Cheatery.”

“Sometimes, TS, I really wish you would keep you’re mouth shut, you know that?” Jonny told it, swiftly ignoring Tim, whose hair Bertie was now carding his hand through. He didn’t know who he was more jealous of and the fact that he was made him nervous.

Apparently that wouldn't sit right with Tim, Jonny suspected this was more due to the fact that Bertie shared everything with Tim, so him not paying up also affected Tim then anything else, but still.

Tim sat up and draped himself over Jonny as he told him: “Go on, be a dear and pay up, Jonny.”

He put an emphasis on dear and with one look to his face Jonny knew Tim must have noticed his reactions to the petnames, unintentional as they were. It didn’t help his case that his cheeks lit up once more, so he just shoved Tim off him with a “Piss off,” before handing Bertie the booze they had been betting.

Five.

When it happened again, Jonny knew that this time it was on purpose. It wasn’t hard to figure that one out.

The accidental endearments had stopped after the cards-incident and Jonny was already missing them, which he kind of hated himself for. Tim and Bertie were happy together and he was just being stupid over nothing.

Anyway, back to Bertie. Jonny had been waiting for another accidental ‘love’ out of Berties mouth and desperately trying to ignore Tims looks as well as the growing nervousness in his chest as if he were a blushing school girl.

It happened again in a well lit area and Bertie was watching him intently the whole time, which is how Jonny had gathered it was on purpose, making a pit appear in his stomach.

He had almost fallen over, since he wasn’t looking where he was going too busy keeping an eye on Tim, scared of what he might do with the information Jonny knew he had.

Bertie luckily caught him before he befriended the floor and made a fool out of himself. He looked Jonny in the eye earnestly and asked: “You alright, love?”

The effect was immediate, much to Jonnys horror. His cheeks turned into roses, and it crept over his nose, down to his neck as he stuttered an affirmation.

All the while, Bertie was cataloging his reactions like he was merely an interesting animal at the zoo instead of a soldier in a very dangerous situation, namely on the brink of being found out about his stupid feelings that he didn’t want anyone to know about.

He saw Bertie take a breath, probably to let him down gently and Jonny didn’t want to hear it, he couldn't take it. So he snatched his arm back out of Berties grip and hightailed out of there.

“Well that went shit.” he heard Tim say in the background, making him increase his pace.

+ One.

The problem with dramatically stomping away in a small war camp is that there aren’t many places to go and if he wanted a comfortable place to sleep, he would have to face Tim and Bertie once more.

He’d contemplated to just leave and try to find The Toy Soldier, who had gotten lost again to the other side, but thought better of it. He couldn't leave Bertie and Tim without his protection.

So, after he had sulked alone and had come to terms to the embarrassing rejection he would have to face eventually, he made his way back to their tent.

Tim and Bertie were already sitting in front of it and Tim lit up once he saw him and waved. Bertie perked up as well and smiled and waved too. Embarrassed and confused Jonny waved back softly, before making his way over.

Arriving he looked to the ground and scuffed his foot in the moon sand, biting his lip as he waited for the verbal impact of words slung his way.

“I didn’t mean to make you upset or uncomfortable, I swear.” Bertie began after a few seconds of silence.

Jonny head snapped up with a frown and he said: “I was going to say that.”

“What, why?” Bertie asked.

Beside him Tim facepalmed and groaned: “I thought I explained that to you. God, you are both so stupid.”

“Hey!” Jonny exclaimed indignantly, jabs from Tim were at least more familiar territory.

“Not helping, Tim, this is exactly why I am doing the talking.” Bertie told him, then he turned to Jonny, “Just ignore him. What I meant to ask is: why you would say that?”

“Why do you want to know?” Jonny asked, suspicious the moment he realized the other two had planned this conversation, even if that shouldn’t really come as a surprise seeing that they were together and had discovered he was crushing on them.

“Because you didn’t do anything to make us- uhm, me uncomfortable and if the reason is what we expect it is then I can tell you it’s alright.” Bertie explained gently.

“What reason do you expect?” Jonny asked, still on guard, since he suspected the something they suspected, but that seemed insane and out of reach.

“Well,” Bertie began carefully, “if I am correct, and do tell me if I’m not, but if I am correct it would seem that the logical conclusion from the evidence is that-”

“Oh my god, just hurry the fuck up. Ugh!” Tim groaned, “We think you like him and maybe even me or you have the most serious case of touch starvation I have ever seen and then I will give you a hug right now, in both cases actually.”

Jonnys eyes grew wide, both were dead on. Was he really that easy to read? He wondered faintly, before the blood rushing to his head took over and all he could say was: “Ah- uh- oh- uhm- yeah- well- you see- uhm. Yes?”

“Yes?” Bertie asked.

“Uhm, yes, to- to both- or all, I guess?” Jonny stammered once he had regained a bit more coherency.

“Oh, come here, love.” the tone was different, Jonny heard instantly how it sounded more like Tims darlin’ than before. Bertie held his arms open and Jonny just collapsed in them. It seemed almost unreal that this was where this whole debacle had lead, right to the safety of strong arms and a soothing hand on his back.

He felt Tim draping himself over his back, before he whispered in his ear: “I knew you cared, sweetheart.”

The blush on Jonnys face increased in heat once more, but he didn’t deny it. Why would he, when he knew Tim and Bertie cared too?

[maedre13]

A podfic for the wonderful @ohwormhere and her great mechanisms fic! I hope you like it!!

[artemis-pendragon]

Critical Role ASMR: 🔥 Of Missions and Confessions 🌙

I did it! I made more fandom-themed ASMR! This video takes place right before a dangerous mission the Mighty Nein are planning, and features Mollymauk being a disaster gay and flirting with Caleb (the viewer) while also trying to keep himself from confessing his love on the spot. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy it! I definitely enjoyed making it. :)

Also, thank you to @princeofdoomrps @ohwormhere @neviiian @feelz-h for helping my indecisive ass decide which character to feature in this video! ;D

[cherubface13]

Thank you @satans-helper for tagging me!! ☺

Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better/catch up with and then answer these questions.

3 ships:

Reddie, Destiel and Duzzy!!

Last Song:

Talk on the Street by Greta Van Fleet

Last Movie:

Sixteen Candles

Currently Reading:

Find me by André Aciman and If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio

Currently watching:

Scorpion and Supernatural

Currently craving:

Nothing, I am so full from eating the goodies at my Birthday party and I continued eating eventhough I was full...hmm, maybe a chamomile tea or a peppermint tea!

Tagging @imacrowcawcaw @lotrponies @too-fast-for-duff @smolspideyboi @thelordeustace @ohwormhere @decayingliberty @deodorant-cake @starfleet-warrior

[sassytimemachine]

The loveliest @sunny-day-sky tagged me like a while ago to post a selfie. don't really got any great pics and I don't think I've taken a selfie in months, but hey I got a job I'm content with!

Whoever wants to do it is welcome to and say I tagged you, this ppl take hella nice pics so if you wanna update one pls bless us :

@ohwormhere @todaysgonebi @sunshinequeer

I know there's so many people I used to tag and I'm forgetting, I just havent really talked to yall in a long time and I can't remember usernames 😢

[lindsayraindrops]

I was tagged by @decayingliberty

Rules: Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs and then tag ten people!

1. First Love - Adele

2. Little Fall Of Rain - Les Misérables: The Motion Picture Soundtrack

3. Lullaby - Susanne Sundfør

4. Gunerius - Amanda Delara

5. Brostnar Borgir - Eivør Pálsdóttir

6. A Landing in Scotland - Geoffrey Burgon (Doctor Who Soundtrack)

7. Surfacing - Pink Floyd

8. London Calling - Michael Giacchino (Star Trek Into Darkness)

9. Bøn Fra Helvete - Kaizers Orchestra

10. Det Embla sa - Razika

Tagging: @ohwormhere @shutupeiffel @vvicked-vvitch @songsofsunset @edema--ruh

you tagged me in this forEVER ago and i didn't notice, i apologise. thank you for tagging me!! also i don't wanna bother ten people so.. ill only bother five i guess. :D

[patient-number-zero]

ohwormhere replied to your post “I just noticed there’s no tumblr april fool’s joke… am I the only one...”

i liked the lizard vote... and the horse game...

Same! I probably don’t even remember most of them, but besides the liazrd vote (which was great) it was usually just something small and unobtrusive to have fun with. 

[elinaline]

Actually @ohwormhere had a good idea I'm stealing, it feels weird talking about dating friends so you can also do it with fictional characters if you want

DESCRIBE YOURSELF ON ANON AND ILL SAY IF ID DATE YOU

(gender, age, height, eye colour, hair colour, interests, ideal date, etc.)

[elinaline]

Got tagged by @hatcrufle, and it’s been a while I’ve done a tag game :)

The rules is to play music on shuffle and post the first 10 titles, so let’s head over to my liked titles on Spotify and hope it doesn’t give me all the kpop I used to listen to five years ago

X gon give it to ya, DMX

Gold on the Ceiling, The Black Keys

Eyes Nose Lips, the remix with Epik High and Taeyang (it’s better than the original tbh)

Stay and play by PV Nova I didn’t even remember I had added it lmao it’s from a webseries with rock and zombies

So Afraid, Janelle Monae

Knock Knock, TWICE

Crazy Fuckin’ Robot Body, Snowblood (I want everyone to experience this song at least once you deserve it)

Dear future self (Hands up), Fall out Boys and Wyclef Jean

Eh La Mala Lama Laico, Shaka Ponk

Praying, Kesha

Hey I think for once it’s pretty representative !

SO now I have to tag 10 people I guess ? mmmh

@whowasarchituttleanyway​ @sammyserket @jell-hell @recoveryforray @sunny-day-sky @i-is-void @sassypixiestrashcan @ohwormhere @neonombreidiot @mixmio

of course you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to ^^

[multishipperlove]

iiiffff you're still interested in more prompts “Will you carry me to bed?” with Caduceus and any of the mighty nein (I can't decide but maybe Jester or Fjord after a fight?), Platonically

(I went with Jester, hope you enjoy it! Also, at first I had the great image of Jester actually carrying Caduceus, bc lets be honest she’d probably be strong enough to do so, but I still liked it better this way around ;) )

Theyall arrived back at the Xhorhaus absolutely exhausted. Killing anentire wyvern nest that had started to take root in one of the towersof the Lucid Bastion? Not as easy as you'd think. And honestly, whywould you think it was easy in the first place.

Needlessto say, it had taken them some time to even get close to theencounter, and especially Yasha and Beau had struggled with theirpreference for melee fighting. But with some smart use of polymorphand more spellcasting than what would have been strictly necessary,they had eventually managed to drive the pesky beasts out. Killingmost of them, really.

Ithad been worth it at least, they were one favor and a decent amountof platinum richer than they had been this morning. So as soon asthey walked inside the house, everyone just collapsed into a pile inthe living room, tired but satisfied.

Caduceus,somehow as serene as always and seeming not quite as harrowed as hisfriends, managed to throw some food and drink together and had themall in higher spirits again in but half an hour. And through theirchatter and laughter, it was barely noticed that Jester was a lotmore quiet than usual.

Itwasn't surprising, she had pulled every trick in the book during thefight, keeping her friends up left and right with Caduceus' help, anddiving after people more than once when someone had once more managedto stumble off the damn roof.

Shedefintiely wasn't unhappy, Caduceus made sure to keep a bit of an eyeon her. Just tired, and she spend most of the evening leaning againstBeau. So the firbolg assured himself that she was fine, and wouldhopefully be back to her bubbly self after getting some sleep.

Mostof the others seemed to have the same in mind for themselves as well.One after the other they eventually bid each other good night,disappearing upstairs and into their own rooms. It didn't take longuntil Beau, Jester, and Caduceus were the last ones left.

“Alright,I think I'm gonna head to bed as well,” Beau finally stated, beforegently nudging Jester with the shoulder she was still restingagainst. “You coming too, Jesse? You look like you could use anearly night.”

ToCad's surprise, she didn't agree immediately. He'd kind of suspectedthat the only reason she was still down here had been Beau, and thatshe'd just been waiting for her friend to turn in so she could takeher leave as well. They did share a room, after all.

ButJester shook her head slightly, sitting up properly again and givingBeau a tired smile. “No, I think I will stay a bit longer. I'll bequiet when I come in though, promise.”

“Nah,don't worry, you probably won't wake me up anyway,” Beau assuredher, and then stayed quiet for an awkward moment before getting up.It almost seemed like she'd wanted to say something else, but forsome reason didn't. “Well, alright,” she mumbled, giving themboth a wave. “I'll be upstairs then. Sleep well.”

“Youtoo,” Caduceus replied with a nod, and then watched as shedisappeared as well. He was about to stack their plates and head offto the kitchen (washing up could wait until tomorrow, but he didn'twant to leave the room in complete chaos) when Jester got hisattention.

“Hey,Caduceus?”

Heturned to face her again, curious what had made her so soft spokenall of a sudden. “Hm?”

“Doyou want to sit under the tree for a bit?” she asked, soundingalmost hopeful. “Just, you know, look at the stars a bit.”

“Huh.Are there even stars?” he asked. “I don't know what time it is,we probably should have checked in with Caleb about that at somepoint.” In their defence, they had been in Xhorhas for a while.Day- and nighttime tended to get wonky.

But,right, not what she'd been asking. He quickly continued, realizing hehadn't actually given her an answer. “But sure, I would love to situnder the tree with you. Stars or not, it is a rather nice space.”

Thesmile he got in return was nice to see as well, and together theymade their way up the stairs and to the small balcony that hostedtheir huge trade mark sign. At least in this neighbourhood. Theenchanted lightybulbs were still illuminating the tree beautifully,and Caduceus felt himself immediately relax as the scent of dampearth and moss wafted over.

Jesterseemed to react similarly to the tree, though the first thing she didwas walk up close to it and let Sprinkle scurry up the branches. Theweasel easily found a place to curl up, and quickly seemed to fallasleep itself.

AsCaduceus settled down between the roots, leaning back against thethick trunk of the tree behind him, Jester joined him. She leanedagainst him this time, and they both stared out at the never changingnight sky, easily finding the stars Jester had spoken of eariler. Itwas good to know that they had apparently not lost their feeling oftime completely yet.

Itwas quiet. Nice. Caduceus knew that a calm moment with Jester wasrare, but that made him appreciate it even more, seeing as she seemedmore vulnerable in these moments than she usually let on. He wouldnever do anything to betray that kind of trust.

“Caduceus?”she finally asked, her voice still quiet.

“Yes?”

“Todaykinda sucked.”

“Hm.It did, didn't it,” he mumbled, still looking out at the stars. Itdidn't seem like the kind of conversation where you wanted to look atthe other person. “We were successful, though. Is that not worthsomething?”

“Well,sure, but some moments up there really scared me,” she admitted. “Idon't want to loose anyone, not even for a million favors from theBirght Queen. I think you are all worth more than that.”

“That'snice,” he replied softly. “And I am sure everyone would agreethat you are worth more than a million favors from the Bright Queen as well.”

“Evenmore than all the platinum?”

“Allthe platinum in the world couldn't replace your friendship, my dear.”

Hefelt her sigh softly, and press a bit closer to him, and there mighthave even been a quiet sniffle. But he didn't comment on it, insteadletting her think about it for a while. Sometimes, processing newinformation took time, and some privacy. Even if all the privacy shegot was both of them keeping their eyes on the incredibly vastness ofthe universe in front of them.

Finally,she spoke up again, and the small hint of tears was gone from hervoice. Once more, she was just tired, and this time it seemed moreakin to the content he'd felt from the others earlier.

“Hey,Caduceus?”

“Hm?

“Willyou carry me to bed?”

Hechuckled softly, finally turning his head to look at her. She wassmiling again, and wasn't that a beautiful sight.

“Ithink I can do that,” he agreed, right before scooping her up aseasily as he would a sack of potatos, and getting a delighted gigglein return. He was supporting her back and legs with his arms, holdingher close to his chest, and she managed to tuck her head under hischin in a way that kept the horns out of the way.

Bythe time he placed her down on her bed, carful not to wake up Beau inthe process, she was fast asleep.

[schrijverr]

✒ if you're still doing that?

[image id: in my shitty handwriting it reads ‘ohwormhere. You seem like such a sweetheart, but also in need of a hug, so *hug*’ and then a smiley, before continuing ‘Also A+ ideas, I am very tempted to ask if I can use it, because I have ideas and feelings TM’ end id]

[maedre13]

So I let this rude AI judge my spotify playlists (https://pudding.cool/2020/12/judge-my-spotify/) and these are my results!!!

thanks @ohwormhere​ for introducing me to this!! :D

[patient-number-zero]

@ohwormhere

you guys know calvin & hobbes, right?

[cherubface13]

Thank you for tagging me @too-fast-for-duff 🤗

rules: spell out your url using song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url!

C - Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas

H - Highway to Hell by AC/DC

E - Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac

R - Run by Joji

U - Uma Thurman by Fall Out Boy

B - Body by SYML

F - Feels like Forever by Of Mice & Men

A - All the Angels by My Chemical Romance

C - Cute Without the 'E' (Cut From the Team) by Taking Back Sunday

E - Every Rose Has its Thorn by Poison

1 - 1-800-273-8255 by Logic ft. Alessia Cara & Khalid

3 - '39 by Queen

I tag @starfleet-warrior @thelordeustace @ohwormhere @whatapuntho @decayingliberty @spookymimic @consulting-angel-in-bag-end @smolspideyboi @lotrponies @reignofthespirit @palfixeye @lovereallyhurtswithoutu