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I absolutely adore your work and was wondering if you could do some terrifying monster under the bed protecting a kid from his horrible parents??
tw: child abuse
Child let out a horrified sob and scrambled to slam the door behind him. Tears flooded down his cheeks and they desperately tried to nudge his bookcase in front of the door, hearing the sound of his parents footsteps hammering up the steps.
His father’s violent shouts, accompanied by his mother’s equally as vicious words.
He used all of his weight until they were sure enough the door was covered, before darting over to his bed as bangs resounded against the wood.
“Open the door!” His father screamed, his fists smacking against the wood and shaking it terribly. Child once again fumbled on his feet, knees weak, trying to find someplace to hide.
He could hear the vile promises his parents were making, causing the child deep dispair as he bumped against the edge of his bed and pressed his small hands over his ears, disintegrating into more sobs.
His body ached at the thought of answering to his father’s belt and his mother’s harsh hand, his cheek already stinging from the impact of one of her furious outbursts already.
The door shook and the bookcase wobbled in danger, books toppling onto the ground. Child pinched his eyes shut and begged for anybody to help him, to stop his parents from hurting him. He didn’t want to be hit, or yelled at, or called horrible names.
Something tugged on his ankle and Child’s eyes popped open, lurching away from the bed with a fright. With tear filled eyes, the child looked down in horror to see a hand protruding from under the bed. It was an inky black, so dark you wouldn’t even see it in the darkness.
It was too big for a human hand, and it’s fingers were long, sharp claws, holding out to the child for him to take. Child let out a horrified shriek when the door rattled and almost splintered, the loudest bang of them all piercing through their skull.
Child was paralysed with terror, and when he looked down towards the bed, there seemed to be a darkness oozing from the edges like a fog, and the outstretched hand inched closer towards him.
“Come.”
Child winced at another loud bang, and he didn’t think twice. He clasped the monsters hand in his own as tightly as he could, and gave a surprised yelp when he was dragged under the bed. The carpet rubbed against his skin and he was plunged into a sea of inky black, his heart rate picking up.
He clawed through the air and tried to crawl away, but something large wrapped around his wrists and gently pulled him back, cradling him against something warm and comforting.
“Hush.”
Child whimpered, his eyes darting through the darkness in fear. He could see two bright glowing eyes staring at him in the dark.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
There was a crash and Child almost let out a scream when he heard his parents come barrelling in. Their shouts bellowed and the child buried his head into the huge chest, feeling long arms wrap around him in a comforting manner.
He heard glass shattering and heavy objects thundering against the floor. His parents footsteps hammered against the carpet, and Child gave a trembling whimper when he sensed his father gripping the edge of the bed, and peer underneath.
“No, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”
The words spilled from his lips and the darkness almost coiled around him protectively, keeping him hidden. His father let out a venomous scowl and smacked his fists against the mattress.
“Little bastard...”
Child expected a hand to grab him by the ankles and drag him out, but to his surprise, his father rose straight back to his feet, like he’d never seen him. The child whimpered softly and a cold claw caressed his cheek, wiping away the flood of tears.
“You’re safe with me, little one,” the monster cooed gently, the darkness flowing gracefully. “Don’t cry.”
Child heard more shouts, but they were considerably fainter. He cracked open an eye and glanced out of from under the bed, unable to see his parents in his room anymore. He sniffled and winced when the darkness around him shifted, curling around his body, guiding him out.
Child clambered out from the ground and shakily dragged himself back onto their feet, scrubbing his face. He turned around to see the claw reaching upward, gently stroking his hand.
“Thank you...” The child breathed, curling his small fingers around the monster’s hand. The darkness leaked out from the edges, and he saw those two eyes appear again.
“I will be here whenever you feel unsafe,” the monster whispered, slithering back under the bed. Child was reluctant to let go of its hand, but it withdrew quickly and left him all alone.
He wiped his nose and scurried off to close his door quietly, grateful for whatever strange creature had made its home underneath his bed.
OHHH MYY GODD ITS SO GOOD
I absolutely adore your work and was wondering if you could do some terrifying monster under the bed protecting a kid from his horrible parents??
tw: child abuse
Child let out a horrified sob and scrambled to slam the door behind him. Tears flooded down his cheeks and they desperately tried to nudge his bookcase in front of the door, hearing the sound of his parents footsteps hammering up the steps.
His father’s violent shouts, accompanied by his mother’s equally as vicious words.
He used all of his weight until they were sure enough the door was covered, before darting over to his bed as bangs resounded against the wood.
“Open the door!” His father screamed, his fists smacking against the wood and shaking it terribly. Child once again fumbled on his feet, knees weak, trying to find someplace to hide.
He could hear the vile promises his parents were making, causing the child deep dispair as he bumped against the edge of his bed and pressed his small hands over his ears, disintegrating into more sobs.
His body ached at the thought of answering to his father’s belt and his mother’s harsh hand, his cheek already stinging from the impact of one of her furious outbursts already.
The door shook and the bookcase wobbled in danger, books toppling onto the ground. Child pinched his eyes shut and begged for anybody to help him, to stop his parents from hurting him. He didn’t want to be hit, or yelled at, or called horrible names.
Something tugged on his ankle and Child’s eyes popped open, lurching away from the bed with a fright. With tear filled eyes, the child looked down in horror to see a hand protruding from under the bed. It was an inky black, so dark you wouldn’t even see it in the darkness.
It was too big for a human hand, and it’s fingers were long, sharp claws, holding out to the child for him to take. Child let out a horrified shriek when the door rattled and almost splintered, the loudest bang of them all piercing through their skull.
Child was paralysed with terror, and when he looked down towards the bed, there seemed to be a darkness oozing from the edges like a fog, and the outstretched hand inched closer towards him.
“Come.”
Child winced at another loud bang, and he didn’t think twice. He clasped the monsters hand in his own as tightly as he could, and gave a surprised yelp when he was dragged under the bed. The carpet rubbed against his skin and he was plunged into a sea of inky black, his heart rate picking up.
He clawed through the air and tried to crawl away, but something large wrapped around his wrists and gently pulled him back, cradling him against something warm and comforting.
“Hush.”
Child whimpered, his eyes darting through the darkness in fear. He could see two bright glowing eyes staring at him in the dark.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
There was a crash and Child almost let out a scream when he heard his parents come barrelling in. Their shouts bellowed and the child buried his head into the huge chest, feeling long arms wrap around him in a comforting manner.
He heard glass shattering and heavy objects thundering against the floor. His parents footsteps hammered against the carpet, and Child gave a trembling whimper when he sensed his father gripping the edge of the bed, and peer underneath.
“No, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”
The words spilled from his lips and the darkness almost coiled around him protectively, keeping him hidden. His father let out a venomous scowl and smacked his fists against the mattress.
“Little bastard...”
Child expected a hand to grab him by the ankles and drag him out, but to his surprise, his father rose straight back to his feet, like he’d never seen him. The child whimpered softly and a cold claw caressed his cheek, wiping away the flood of tears.
“You’re safe with me, little one,” the monster cooed gently, the darkness flowing gracefully. “Don’t cry.”
Child heard more shouts, but they were considerably fainter. He cracked open an eye and glanced out of from under the bed, unable to see his parents in his room anymore. He sniffled and winced when the darkness around him shifted, curling around his body, guiding him out.
Child clambered out from the ground and shakily dragged himself back onto their feet, scrubbing his face. He turned around to see the claw reaching upward, gently stroking his hand.
“Thank you...” The child breathed, curling his small fingers around the monster’s hand. The darkness leaked out from the edges, and he saw those two eyes appear again.
“I will be here whenever you feel unsafe,” the monster whispered, slithering back under the bed. Child was reluctant to let go of its hand, but it withdrew quickly and left him all alone.
He wiped his nose and scurried off to close his door quietly, grateful for whatever strange creature had made its home underneath his bed.
TECHNODAD AND THE WEIRD CHILD: THE END
Thank you for reading this silly comic and...
In case you were curious, this is how I looked getting a mcdonalds ice cream cone
Tommy doesn't like touch.
Wilbur came to realise this recently, after coming back from death.
No. Tommy doesn't like touch ANYMORE, he corrects himself as he notices that Tommy doesn't lean on anyone anymore. How he doesn't run up to Tubbo for a hug or how he will not pat Jack on the back with a "It's fine. You suck. Not everyone is a big man like me.". How he just looks sad when little Micheal wants to be picked up and starts trembling when someone get's too close, hand always on his sword.
Tommy hates touch.
But Wilbur wonders if that's true.
They broke into the pool area in Las Nevadas. Wilbur suggested it when they both couldn't sleep and were only boring their asses of sitting there and staring at the ceiling.
So here they were. Under watchful stars and in a city that had a party going on somewhere. Wilbur sitting at the edge of the pool, feet in the water and looking over Tommy who by the likes of it wanted to drown himself.
The blond was currently underwater hands and arms spread out like a starfish, slowly floating up and staying on top of the water for a quick moment before he repeated the procedure. Diving underwater and becoming a starfish. He looked oddly peaceful during it too.
"Why are you doing that?", he asked eventually after watching Tommy do it two more times and getting curious. Tommy never did that. The blond disliked water from what he remembered, always hissing like the gremlin he is when asked to take a bath. But then again, Wilbur missed a lot of Tommy's growth and forgot some parts of Ghostbur's life.
"Doing what?" Wilbur made wild gestures to the water to elaborate. "Ah." Tommy looked down sadly into the lit up pool.
Oh no...emotional stuff we don't do that, thought the brunette and was ready to backpaddle if it wasn't for the quiet " 'is nice" from the other.
"What?"
"It's nice. You know, it's everywhere. Kinda. Doesn't hurt me and I don't know. Just nice."
OK we will do the emotional stuff then. Fucking. Alright. Doesn't hurt. Everywhere.
Tommy. Hates. Touch.
Well that is a lie then. A miscalculation. A misinterpretation. Wilbur is a fool.
"Tommy come here. Sit. Sit fucking down. Out of the water"
"What. Why?
"Just do it come on. Here." He pats the place besides him.
He waits for Tommy to sit down. It was so awkward. It hadn't been this awkward before Wilbur died, before he went insane, before Tommy stopped receiving touch and finding comfort under the fucking water instead of in another living breathing being.
"OK bitch, I'm sitting what do you- "
"Can I hug you?"
"Wilbur what are you-"
"Can I hug you?"
"I-" Wilbur watched as the other started to tremble, bringing his arms up to hug himself or to protect himself. Fuck. Ok. He can do this.
He stood up and ignored the little flinch from Tommy. Went to get one of the big towels people used to lay down on to sunbath. Came back and started wrapping Tommy into it like a sushi, careful not to touch any skin. "I will not touch you directly or hurt you or anything just. Fuck. Can I hug you?"
If it were for different circumstances he would have coooed at the wide blue eyed stare he got from Tommy. Tommy, who looked so innocent staring from a towel and looking confused. Who's blond locks escaped the towel and were in his face. Who looked soft and vulnerable and not like a soldier but a tired kid.
"Sure?"
Good enough, thinks Wilbur and brings his arms up to slowly hold Tommy close. He is still tembeling and Wilbur makes sure to stand still and not to fucking move or else Tommy will bolt and the bonding time will be over and he will not be able to give his little brother the hug, he so desperately needed, or that he himself needed but no one was here to judge that.
And if Tommy moved at some point and nuzzled into Wilbur's chest and his clothes started to get wet, then it was because Tommy just splashed around in the pool and it had no connection to the quiete sobs that could be heard from him.
And if Wilbur joined in on the sobs and held his little brother closer then it was no one else's business but their own.
“I haven't had my first kiss either.”
“Hmm... what about if we gave our first kisses to each other?”
had to as soon as i saw this prompt by @creweemmaeec11
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The villain raised a single brow.
“Are you really willing to do that?” They murmured, but their voice was flat and it didn’t seem as though they were all that bothered by the hero’s proposal. Hero, in turn, seemed visibly eager, shuffling closer to them with a small grin.
“Well, won’t it be a good opportunity?” They pressed. “Then we’ll have good experience for our lover, right? We can help each other.”
The villain picked at their nails nonchalantly. It didn’t seem like they were willing to put up a fight, or deny the hero’s proposal. “Yeah. Alright.”
Hero’s eyes lit up with a strange sort of excitement. “Great.” They turned their body so they were facing them, shifting even closer towards them. The villain’s eyes found theirs and their hands fell back into their lap.
Hero swallowed. They hadn’t realised what a pretty colour their eyes were.
“Okay.” This time their voice wasn’t so confident. “So, shall we just...?”
The hero gently grabbed their wrists and placed their hands on their shoulders. The villain didn’t fight or even make an attempt to pull their arms away, letting the hero do the same.
“Like that, right? This should be fine.”
The villain sighed and their brow kicked up. “Hero, I know you haven’t kissed anybody, but you’re proving you have never seen it either.”
Their cheeks went a blazing red, face wrinkling into a grimace. “This is just practice! It doesn’t have to look good.”
Villain averted their gaze and shrugged. “Whatever you say.”
Huffing, the hero squirmed into a more comfortable position, an inch closer, and their eyes darted down to the villain’s lips.
“I’m going to lean forward now.”
“Stop commentating and hurry up. You’re making it awkward.”
Before they snapped a fustrated reply, the hero gingerly leaned closer, tilting their head, their lips pressing against the villain’s. It was softer than they had imagined, and they quickly pulled back, ears pink.
“How was that?”
The villain stared at them in disbelief. “Hero, that was a peck.”
“We touched lips. It’s still a kiss.”
“You didn’t even give me a chance to kiss back,” they murmured, sliding their hands closer to their neck. The hero released a sharp sigh and waved their arm.
“Okay. Fine. Let’s try again then,” they demanded, squeezing their shoulders. “For longer, this time.”
They both met in the middle and the hero was as surprised the first time when the villain pressed their lips against theirs, a little firmer. They squeezed their eyes shut.
“Move your lips,” the villain whispered against their mouth. The hero hummed in response and they shyly obeyed, making the villain smirk devilishly.
The hero’s eyes snapped open in surprise when the villain’s hand gripped the back of their neck, pulling them closer, and their lips moved more feverishly against theirs than before. They were moving expertly against theirs, making shivers roll down their spine.
Heat burned their cheeks as they clumsily tried to match the villain’s movements, feeling more like they were being devoured than practicing innocently.
When the villain pulled away, the hero gasped for breath, their stomach fluttering with butterflies.
“I thought...” They were breathless and weak in the knees. “I thought you’d never kissed anyone!”
With a smirk on their lips, the villain merely chuckled. “Well. Maybe I lied.”
But before Hero could scold them, Villain was already kissing them again.
The amount of fandoms I could list that are worse than the dsmp lmao
people who think the dsmp fandom is toxic would not have lasted a day in the voltron fandom
Short Prompt #941
CW: murder mention.
The human sighed, collapsing onto their bed as the moon slowly rose over the horizon. They silently watched the sky change colors through their window before finally closing their eyes.
They lay on their back, resting their hands on their stomach, and ignored how the mattress dipped next to them. Sharp claws gently traced their cheek before the monster spoke.
"Can I kill them yet?"
Nono you don't understand. I need a part two-
Short Prompt #1005
(Version without glitchy text is under the read more)
The door closes behind you with a soft click, your body slumping under the weight of reality. A sigh leaves your lips as you walk further into the room, throwing your clothes off and nearly shredding them with your claws.
Great relief washes over your form once you remove your bindings and stretch out the nubs that used to be your wings. Being forced to hide them every day for the sake of the family’s image was exhausting, but it’s not like you had a say in the matter.
The bedsheets embrace you upon lying down, the soft silk feeling pleasant against your skin, giving you something else to focus on aside from the discomfort in your stiff, unused wings. But still, try as you might; you can’t help but whine as every little movement brings a jolt of pain to your muscles, making you wish for reprieve.
“Y̼͂o̠͒u c̣̈a͟͡l͔̄l̹̋ed̳̏~?”
The dark, familiar voice rumbles from beneath your bed, deep and enticing as always. You groan in annoyance and hide your face in the pillows, not wanting to deal with the demon.
“Dḛ͋mõ͙n̖̾? Ó̰h̺͛…, w̭̿hy͓̋ mu̟̇s̭̅t̥̓ y̛̟o̖͡u̼̎ w͍̌ọ̕u̟͒nd m̜͡e̽͜ so…~?” the beast sulks playfully, taking great amusement in your displeasure.
“Yo̼̓u k̳̎n̨͡ô̮ẃ͢ I c͂ͅoǔ̦l̖̈́d ḥ͆eḻ̕p̼͊, d͓͘ar͎̆li̝͆ng̡̀~.”
You feel the mattress dip down on either side of you as the monster looms over you, trying to get a rise out of you. It barely even registers in your head that you’re only in your underwear, having to deal with the annoying creature for weeks now. You’ve simply stopped caring at some point.
Silently, you question whether you have the energy to argue with the beast today, and with a grimace realize that the answer is ‘no’.
And so, you slowly turn to lie on your stomach, grumbling under your breath as the monster begins to purr above you.
“T̠͑ha̳̓t͙͒ wã͇ş͞ń̜'̝͝t̟͐ s̉ͅo h̙̿ạ͌r̺͛d̛, n͉̐o̲̚w̛͚ w̍͢a̺͌s͇̈́ î̜t̹̆~?” it asks, not expecting an answer as it begins to massage your sore muscles, and you can’t help how your face heats up with a flush. The monster happily serves you as your mind begins to drift in and out of sleep beneath its touch.
You know well what kind of game the creature is playing, trying to get on your good side, so you’ll free it from its prison. And damn it all, the proposal of eternal power and comfort is starting to feel more alluring every day.
(Version without glitchy text)
The door closes behind you with a soft click, your body slumping under the weight of reality. A sigh leaves your lips as you walk further into the room, throwing your clothes off and nearly shredding them with your claws.
Great relief washes over your form once you remove your bindings and stretch out the nubs that used to be your wings. Being forced to hide them every day for the sake of the family’s image was exhausting, but it’s not like you had a say in the matter.
The bedsheets embrace you upon lying down, the soft silk feeling pleasant against your skin, giving you something else to focus on aside from the discomfort in your stiff, unused wings. But still, try as you might; you can’t help but whine as every little movement brings a jolt of pain to your muscles, making you wish for reprieve.
“You called~?”
The dark, familiar voice rumbles from beneath your bed, deep and enticing as always. You groan in annoyance and hide your face in the pillows, not wanting to deal with the demon.
“Demon? Oh…, why must you wound me so…~?” the beast sulks playfully, taking great amusement in your displeasure.
“You know I could help, darling~.”
You feel the mattress dip down on either side of you as the monster looms over you, trying to get a rise out of you. It barely even registers in your head that you’re only in your underwear, having to deal with the annoying creature for weeks now. You’ve simply stopped caring at some point.
Silently, you question whether you have the energy to argue with the beast today, and with a grimace realize that the answer is ‘no’.
And so, you slowly turn to lie on your stomach, grumbling under your breath as the monster begins to purr above you.
“That wasn't so hard, now was it~?” it asks, not expecting an answer as it begins to massage your sore muscles, and you can’t help how your face heats up with a flush. The monster happily serves you as your mind begins to drift in and out of sleep beneath its touch.
You know well what kind of game the creature is playing, trying to get on your good side, so you’ll free it from its prison. And damn it all, the proposal of eternal power and comfort is starting to feel more alluring every day.
The amount of joy I get when people do this tho
I like that we’re all autistic here because sometimes I don’t want to have thoughts I just want to reply to something my mutual said with “:]]” and them to respond “:D!!” to show that we are both happy with each other and satisfied with the interaction
Wishing for some august snowfall
(got distracted and end up spending too much time on a painting about me just hating summer and heatwaves haha)
Hey, AO3 folks (and fanfic writers elsewhere)... if you see this offer, RUN AWAY FROM IT. IT’S POISON.
Please read this twitter thread and then stay FAR AWAY from the people being described…
https://twitter.com/aj_spinner_/status/1557083021949505549
The tl:dr; version: These people want you to “file the serial numbers off” your fanfic and publish it with them.
The catch: If the IP owners ever come after you, you’re on your own… and you have to pay the publisher damages! (Not to mention the IP owner…)
Also: their advances are CRAP. Also: Your advance (such as it is) is obtained by crowdfunding. WTF!!!
So:
AVOID AVOID AVOID. Dear sweet THOTH on his e-scooter, stay away from these people.
ETA: Victoria Strauss of Writer Beware has looked at the contract and declared it “completely incoherent and inadequate”.
So, honestly… AVOID.
20
"Remember when I disappeared sometime in April?" Villain asked, looking up at Hero with those hazel eyes they could never read. "I told you that I had an emergency mission. That was a lie." They paused. "Supervillain kidnapped me."
Hero stared at them, eyes wide. "But why would they do that?"
"They were going to force me to marry them. Hero, I-"
They stepped forwards and gently pressed their lips against their Villain's. "I'm sorry, Villain." they whispered.
"What? For what?"
The door slammed open, and Hero stepped backwards, suddenly out of Villain's reach - all too far away, all too quickly.
They felt breath on their neck, and then a whisper. Their heart froze. They knew that voice. "Looks like you're mine again, darling."
Supervillain.
SINCE WHEN WAS THIS A THING?!?! WHAT????
Me: so apparently Looney tunes Instagram declared that Bugs Bunny and Daffy are canonically a couple
Husband: *long long long pause as they process this*
Me: I mean it makes sense
Husband: well since they're both men I hope Bugs tops because ducks have corkscrew dicks
Me: oh bugs definitely tops
Vampire villain biting hero without being aware of it because of how hungry they were. Hero starts having a painful transformation and villain didn't notice until they meet with hero again??
I just really liked the idea and i love your writing.
tw: blood
“Hero.”
The villain frowned, their eyes narrowing at the sight of their nemesis doubling over, clutching their stomach. They sucked in a painful gasp of air, before gritting their teeth, and clumsily straightening up.
“Fight me,” they demanded, their voice hoarse. “I’m fine.”
The villain hummed under their breath, hardly threatened by them. They easily noticed the painful pinpricks on the side of their neck, their memories resurfacing uneasily. Villain remembered that in their bloodlust, they’d fed on the hero, despite their unwillingness.
They had been so out of control and they knew it had shaken the hero up badly. It had been so long since that night, but Villain could sense something wrong with them.
And it wasn’t because they were scared.
The air around them smelled different, and the villain prowled closer, curiousity calling them. “Look at you. You can hardly keep yourself up. What’s wrong?”
The hero looked furious, their expression twisting into a grimace, before a loud groan tore from their throat. They quickly collapsed onto their knees, just barely caught by the villain’s awaiting arms.
“Fuck you,” they gasped angrily, whining in pain as they curled in on themselves, clutching their stomach desperately. “You...did something to me. Fuck, it hurts, Villain. Everything hurts.”
The vampire’s eyes widened in recognition. “That’s why your scent is different.” They murmured, clutching gently onto the hero. They seemed hypersensitive to their touch, shivering if they pressed too hard. “You’re turning.”
“Turning?” The hero growled out, before they dissolved into trembling cries, pinching their eyes shut. “Too bright, too bright. It hurts.”
Villain guided them to the shadows, letting them rest on the floor. The hero whined when Villain pulled away, and they pressed a hand to their forehead, feeling how burning hot and clammy the skin was.
“Why didn’t you come to me?” The villain chastised, frown on their brows. Hero bit back another insult while they were verging on another painful wave of nausea.
“I don’t like you,” they grumbled, shuddering at the pain. “You did this! You did it on purpose...”
The villain knew it was useless to tell them they hadn’t meant to. They cut open a small vein on their wrist, placing a hand on the back of Hero’s head.
“Here, drink this,” they ordered quietly, knowing the hero’s senses would be heightened to an unhealthy amount. They tried to jerk away, shaking their head.
“I’m not drinking that. I’m not like you.”
Villain sighed. “It will speed up the process. And make it a little less painful.”
“I don’t want to speed it up,” Hero snapped, gasping at another zap of pain up their spine. “I don’t want to be like you...”
Villain shook their head, and pushed their wrist against the hero’s mouth. Defiance sparked in their pain filled eyes, but they quickly succumbed to the taste on their tongue, sucking desperately at the blood. Villain stroked the back of their head, supporting them, before moving away.
Hero released a trembling sigh, unwilling to fight as the villain helped them onto their feet.
“Let’s go someplace better, all right?” They whispered.
The hero didn’t argue this time.
Sick, Delirious Hero
“Lemme go!” Hero slurred, “your restraints can’t hold me forever!”
Villain pinched the bridge of their nose. The “restraints” Hero was referring to were a couple of soft, plush blankets tucked tightly around their shivering body. Hero was currently laying in Villain’s bed, and they were as sick as a dog. Villain put a hand to Hero’s forehead. Still feverish. That might explain the delirium.
“Hero, I haven’t captured you,” Villain said, “you’re at my base because you’re sick and no one was taking care of you, remember?”
“Lies!” Hero yelled hoarsely, “I’ll have you behind bars when I get out of this!”
“I’m sure you will,” Villain sighed, “but until then, how about you take some medicine for me, yeah?”
Villain sat Hero up against the pillows and poured some medicine onto a spoon.
“Open up,” Villain said.
“I’m not going to let you poison me!” Hero said weakly, “I- mmph!”
Villain shoved the spoon into Hero’s mouth.
“Good, now swallow,” Villain said.
“Mm-mm!” Hero shook their head vigorously.
“Hero, if you don’t swallow the medicine, I’ll… I’ll kidnap someone for ransom!”
Hero’s eyes widened. After a couple of seconds, they swallowed the medicine.
“Your poison tastes terrible,” Hero said.
“Medicine, Hero,” Villain corrected, “I need that fever of yours to break, now try to get some sleep.”
Villain laid Hero back down in the bed. Hero’s eyes remained stubbornly open.
“Hero.”
Hero glared up at Villain. Villain struggled to stay calm. How long was this delirium going to last? Villain absent-mindedly ran a hand through Hero’s hair while they tried to think. Was drugging them an option? Villain could always crush up some sleeping pills and slip them in some tea, but then again, it was a fight just to get Hero to take their medicine. Maybe a round of hypnosis? No, that probably wouldn’t work either.
“Hhng,” Hero whined.
Startled, Villain looked down at Hero.
“What’s wrong?”
“Don’ wanna sleep,” Hero yawned, “you can’t… make me.”
Something glinted in Villain’s eyes as realization hit them. They continued to card their hand through Hero’s hair, their touch feather-light.
“S-stop it,” Hero said, their voice barely audible and their eyes blinking heavily.
“Oh, I don’t think I will,” Villain whispered, “you need to sleep. I wonder what would happen if I just…”
Villain started to lightly massage Hero’s scalp, giving them gentle scratches all the way to the nape of their neck. Hero fought to keep their eyes open, but they shortly fluttered closed. Hero’s breathing became deep and even; they were fast asleep. Villain smiled. They leaned down and kissed Hero’s forehead lightly, careful not to wake them. They petted Hero’s hair for a few more minutes until they quietly got up and left the room. Hopefully, Hero would be more lucid when they woke up.
part 2
Technoblade’s Tundra
This is literally one of my favorite place on the dream smp. It has such a calming, conforming vibe.
I have been technically working on this for a year, I was working on it on Niki’s art stream for those who remember. It took me a while, but now more than ever I thought this deserved to be finished. And I absolutely love the result.
Here have some close-ups
It’s not a lot, but this does make me feel a bit better, and I hope everyone can find a bit of home within this ♥︎
Humans are weird
Periods. I mean from a guys perspective they are hella weird. Why do people have to bleed for a week straight WHILE in so much pain that they barf? I mean are we the only species that do that???
Alien: Human Quinn, where has all our blankets and chocolate gone?
Human: I took them. Oh and the chocolate is gone, I ate it.
Alien: but why have you eaten all of it? That was our chocolate for the week
Human: cause I got my period and I was craving chocolate, oh and the strawberrys
Alien: is that what a period is? Craving food?
Human: no its our bodies way of telling us we're not pregnant, we also bleed for a whole week and usually get quite hungry. Oh yeah, it happens once a month.
Alien: and how would I help you through this?
Human: I don't know just be nice and understanding I guess?
The alien nods and proceeds to buy cake and fuzzy blankets the next day.
yoo did anyone hear about that special place? i think men can go there to emancipate the tyranny and bloodlust of their rulers or something idk
(happy two years o7)
id: a drawing of the original L’manberg caravan, surrounded by green grass, lakes, and the black and yellow L’manberg walls. end id
“I make trash look good, huh~?”
(This was drawn by @alfa-artz They did an excellent job drawing my dirty yet still handsome/cute boy.)
Found pages: 1,2
post mortem
they're like married or something
NO CCAUSE WHY IS THIS FUNNIER THAN THE ORGINAL POST
Humans are weird
Sleep. Sleep is honestly so strange. Sometimes I go to bed at a reasonable time, like 11pm. But then there are other times where I got to bed at 5am. Why do we do this? The struggles most of us have with sleep is unreal. But then even if I try to go to sleep I'm left with my thoughts, and I don't know if that's worse.
Alien: Human Kevin, you told me a human needs 8 hours of sleep a night.
Human: I'm aware
Alien: So why haven't you moved in 24 hours?
Human, drinking it's 15th cup of coffee: next question-
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I once asked my dad what he was eating cause I could hear him cutting stuff up in the kitchen and my brother looked me dead in the eyes and whispered "toe jam".
My most popular post, and I don't even own any pets
Humans are weird
What if aliens don't have pets? Like keeping animals as friends is just completely foreign to them
Alien: So you're telling me… That you took a predator from your forests, saw that it was fluffy…. And kept it?
Human, petting a dog: he also gets really happy when you pet his stomach!
Alien, bending down to cautiously pet the dog:……
Alien: I would die for you.
Humans are weird
Sleep. Sleep is honestly so strange. Sometimes I go to bed at a reasonable time, like 11pm. But then there are other times where I got to bed at 5am. Why do we do this? The struggles most of us have with sleep is unreal. But then even if I try to go to sleep I'm left with my thoughts, and I don't know if that's worse.
Alien: Human Kevin, you told me a human needs 8 hours of sleep a night.
Human: I'm aware
Alien: So why haven't you moved in 24 hours?
Human, drinking it's 15th cup of coffee: next question-
he is a 10 but he press shift like this
Are fedoras really that bad?
YES YES THEY ARE