#thats the tea today

[olsmad-illo]

Kasuga caught a bug, and it’s Nomoto’s turn to nurse her back to health.

I’m also sick with covid rn and I tried making yaki onigiri for the first time, which made me want to draw this!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

oooo it's been a while since the last snippet :]c it's another fantasy au one where I'm! Putting! Barnaby! Through It!

a minor warnings: implied/referenced major character death <3

 No one eats dinner, and Frank won’t stop tapping his spoon against his bowl. Tok tok tok it goes, over and over again.

Poppy made a simple stew from their provisions, but only Eddie and Sally make an attempt at tasting it. Their halfhearted ‘it’s good’s don’t pierce the pressure weighing down on them all. Barnaby swears he can taste it, thick and cloying. 

Already he keeps catching himself looking for Wally. Where is- he starts to think, and then he remembers the moment Wally fell with a spear piercing his chest, and the grief rises so fast it nearly drowns him in a heartbeat. Barnaby can’t bring himself to try and hide it behind anything but a stony mask. In any other situation he might try to put some levity into the group. Cheer up the sad and empty faces staring into their meals. 

He wouldn’t be able to think of a single lighthearted thing even if he wanted to. He doesn’t.

Tok tok tok-

Shuffling from Howdy’s tent has everyone glancing over at it, and Frank’s spoon stills. Howdy briefly woke up while Poppy was cooking. All he did was sit up, look at everyone, then pitch to the side and vomit. They got him into a tent before he passed out again, mumbling something about puppets. Frank made a comment about how Howdy was supposed to be a bit out of it, not at fae-drunk levels of hazy. Eddie had muttered back a dejected apology, and after that the camp was silent until Poppy’s announcement that dinner was ready. The spoon continues tapping when the shuffling stills.

Tok tok tok-

Since Eddie and Sally saying that dinner is good, there hasn’t been a noise beyond the occasional sniffle. It’s a good thing Julie isn’t trying her stew - it must be disgustingly salty from all the tears dripping into it. 

Tok tok tok-

Barnaby sighs through his nose and puts his bowl down, sick of looking at everyone’s misery. He would say that he’s going to go sleep, but he has a feeling that none of them are getting a wink tonight. 

Tok tok-

Before he can stand, Frank blurts, “We shouldn’t have attacked it. It was a mistake.”

“Please don’t,” Julie begs.

“There’s no need to rub salt in the wound,” Sally says firmly, her stew starting to sizzle from the rising heat in her hands.

“Not right now, Frank,” Eddie mutters. 

Frank visibly bristles, and he launches to his feet. “I refuse to pretend not to have seen what I did! The truth is a terrible thing, but someone needs to say it. Wally lied to us.”

“Frank…” Barnaby warns.

“We shouldn’t have attacked the demon,” Frank barrels on, ignoring him, “because there was no need to. It didn’t eat Wally until the end because the demon is his patron. Wally was never a wizard at all, he was a warlock-”

Barnaby lunges with a deep bark that echoes against the trees. The crickets symphony falls silent. Frank trips backwards over his seat, staring up with wide eyes as Barnaby stalks around the fire, growling. Eddie and Sally slowly stand, inching between him and Frank. 

Barnaby stops, snout bunched and canines bared. He jabs a claw at Frank. “Don’t you ever say that again. Ever.”

Frank’s mouth flaps uselessly for a moment. When he speaks, it comes out as a whisper, “I’m-”

“If you end that with right instead of sorry, I’ll make damn sure that you are.”

Frank wisely keeps his mouth shut. The crickets continue chirping.

Barnaby glares at him until Frank looks away. Barnaby straightens his vest with a sharp tug and strides away from the fire, towards his and- his tent. Just his, now. Murmuring breaks out at his back. He yanks the flap open, grabs his pipe and herb pouch, and heads towards the forest. He pauses only to listen by Howdy’s tent, waiting to hear proof of life before continuing on.

Once he can’t see the firelight anymore, Barnaby chooses a random tree and sits heavily in front of it. Rough bark digs into his back through his vest. A night bird hoots overhead. Crickets continue to make their music, but Barnaby wishes they would shut up for good. 

Light from the full moon pours through the branches to provide just enough light to see by. Barnaby holds up his pipe and quickly puts it to the side to take off a grimy glove. The heart-pad and blue fur underneath contrasts vibrantly with the dust-grayed rest of him. After a moment he removes the other glove, wincing as the leather drags over his injured knuckles. He turns his paw over and scowls at the dirty black edges of the red-raw scrapes. He should have punched harder. He hopes it scars, even though he knows it won’t.

The gloves themselves are scuffed up, but not beyond use. Barnaby folds them into his pocket and gets to work lighting his pipe. He packs it and instinctively opens his mouth to ask Wally to light it for him. The words die on his tongue as he turns only to see dark forest. Empty woods save for the tiny blue lights of night wisps floating on the breeze. 

Barnaby stares into the darkness with yawning dread. He keeps looking. How long will it take him to stop? How long until Wally’s face starts to smudge in his memories, until his voice is gone and Barnaby doesn’t even remember what his smile looked like? How long until Barnaby only thinks of him in passing? 

He doesn’t want to reach that point. He desperately does. 

Will it hurt more or less? Does it matter? He wants it to ache until he dies.

Barnaby frantically fishes his sparkrune out of the herb pouch - only there for emergencies, when Wally or Sally isn’t there to light it for him. It will wear down to a nub within the month. He strikes his thumb claw against it, and sparks fly expertly into the bowl of his pipe. It takes a moment to catch. Barnaby lifts the bit to his lips and takes a drag before enough smoke forms for a lungful. 

Maybe he should have grabbed the stronger stuff. If he breathes enough of it, maybe he’d be able to see Wally. 

But Barnaby doesn’t get up in the end. He sits against the base of a tree and hugs himself, the pipe’s intermittent glow betraying the shine in his eyes.

[waterlogged-detective]

The first and greatest of The Tea Ladies (The Surgeoness' girl group)

[localceilingdevil]

that one tea debate tumblr post.

sky cotl post for once. what the hell

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[belleandsaintsebastian]

officially giving up on parts of this course #i'mjustoneperson

[wildtornado-o]

Various Romans (and Neos) from today :) (pen ones r from yesterday tho) Mostly messy ones since they were just to lighten my mood a little djskso

[triglycercule]

theres NO trickster virus versions of the murder time trio,,,,, don't tell me I HAVE TO DO IT MYSELF!!!

but like actually i dont remember jackshit about the trickster virus au but the designs were soooo cute!!! the candy themes and the fact that the aus had their own candies,,,,,, i loved it so much. trickster!error my beloved sweetheart (is that his name) i LOVE YOU!!!!! i need to do the mtt,,,,

i think horror should be gushers candy because the inner liquid could look like blood to fit his theming. and dust should be sour patch kids or sour gummies because the citric acid can be the "dust" covering him!!! and killer,,,, i COULD be basic and just give him peppermint candy since that looks like his soul kinda but im also thinking like maybe a type of chocolate so he can have a vaguely dark colored liquid to take the DT's place. OMG HOT CHOCOLATE!!! that way i can have both the peppermint soul and the chocolate tears (*≧▽≦)

just reread the trickster virus wiki their infection probably wouldn't last long because they have FAR too much negativity in them for the virus to contain but hey since when has that ever stopped me,,,, all this candy talk is making me hungry for chocolate!!!!

[todayisafridaynight]

i HAVE to keep the daigo plush locked away lest i squeeze it every five minutes to alleviate the cuteness aggression i feel whenever i see it

[coridallasmultipass]

Goddddd, Dorothy is waifu for laifu, I s2g. Can't wait to see what conditional saviour bullshit she pulls from this stunt.

[six-of-ravens]

okay. need to actually be productive today. bleh.

gonna try and get all the 'small' tasks done today so I can start the larger ones tomorrow (not all the small tasks may actually be small though so I'll just do my best)

my goals for after work this week are to exercise for half an hour and work on North every day. so no matter how annoying or tiresome work is, I really want to stick with those.

just trying to think about the wonderful stew I can have at lunch and then salad rolls for dinner....I bought scallops and vermicelli noodles they're gonna be so good... don't dwell on the annoyance of work just think about after...

also, would like to finish A Handful of Time today. It's a pretty small book, and I tend to read children's books quickly. idk what ill read after it but the like, serotonin hit from finishing a book would go down real nice today.

annnnd I really want to start my stranger things rewatch/working on this new miniature that's been sitting on the table for several days.

anyway YAAAAAY PRODUCTIVITY WOOOOO NO BED ROTTING NO DOOM SCROLLING FUCK IT WE BALL AND BY BALL I MEAN DO THINGS THAT BENEFIT OUR LIVES INSTEAD OF MAKING THEM WORSE!!!!! THIS IS ONLY SLIGHTLY TOXIC POSITIVITY!!!!

[ashmp3]

hi ashmp3 nation i tried to watch lolla performance but i felt emotion one could classify as envy so i clicked off right after jihoon said seventeen right here :P... I will look for gifs (if you made some please tag please... jeonghan and i have matching hair atm. terrible for my little monkey brain) and cry under them after i finish work booo... booo.... this queue shit easy by the way i feel like i have everything under control #virgomars.

[perigelion]

😭😭 feeling so fucking awful for the second day in a row now WHEN will this end...

[cestvreth]

2 days back home and eating regular meals & drinking enough water is already gone like it's never been there at all

[m0e-ru]

she had leftover paint from the last show, one minute, and a dream

[korixae]

my sister’s trying to finish doctor who before november 25th right and she’s fucking power watching, like she was literally on s10 LAST WEEK and tonight she’s just started s13. she’s been getting up at 6:30 everyday to watch it before school and then stealing the tv from the moment she gets home to the moment she goes to sleep. i haven’t seen her or the sofa in months

[kathrynmjaneway]

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