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I know I said I was taking a break from tumblr and I AM but  I… couldn’t stop thinking about this post !! There’s no angst in this and it’s really sappy! It’s always really sappy.

But anyways take this.

Lance felt a little guilty about leaving Keith home alone with such a bad cold, but it had been necessary. It was just a soup and supply run, but Lance didn’t miss the frown on Keith’s face when he said he had to get up, didn’t miss the soft sigh just before he closed the bedroom door. He hadn’t looked back on purpose.

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Because everyone needs a fevered man curled up in a red blanket…

Another one for Tolga Sarıtaş from the Turkish series Söz episode 57.

Bug Fables Transcript

If you like bug fables and want an easy way to reference the in-game text, then I have the site for you!

https://bugfablestranscript.neocities.org/

I’ve spent the last few months setting up and formatting the raw dialogue files into an easy to read setup, with sections divided by main story/sidequestline, geographical area, and character.

So…yeah, enjoy! Feel free to use the stuff on there for whatever fan project/fic/etc that you want (as long as you don’t take credit for the site itself or use it for ai stuff). In fact that part’s encouraged, since that kind of stuff is what made me wanna do this in the first place.

(Also if you see any kinds of errors - typos, broken links, information that I somehow got wrong, stuff from the ‘can’t figure out if/where it goes’ page that you know about - please let me know! Did my best to check on that stuff but also there’s just so much aha)

(also also if there’s any other sites etc with bug fables fan communities and you wanna drop the link (with credit) I also encourage that because. I am not active on anywhere else and they deserve to see it too)

little prompt, where Peter and Tony having an argument about Tony may or may not be ill (he certainly is, but he'd better die than admit that).

“You probably should go to bed.”

“Why would I do that? I’m fine.”

“You haven’t stop coughing for twenty minutes already-”

“I started smoking.”

“-your hands are shaking-”

“My life is full of stress, honey, I can’t be perfectly stable all the time.”

“-I’m glad you admit it, but you seem to have a fever-”

“Your presence doing something unimaginable to my body.”

“Don’t be smart!”

“I’m afraid it’s not possible, love. Genius, remember?”

“Your eyes are glossy-”

“Because your accusations make me cry.”

“-you can hardly focus-”

“That’s bullshit.”

“-you’ve burned yourself twice today, that should count for something.”

“It counts for stress. Again, honey, I’m fine!”

“Open your mouth.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth so I can see your throat. Maybe you have angina.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“It’s very intimate!”

“So you have, like, no problem with sucking my dick, but you don’t want me to check up your throat when you’re ill.”

“I’m not ill, and that’s two totally different things.”

“How’s that?”

“Your dick doesn’t go deeper than my oral cavity.”

“Wow, you’re underestimating your blowjob skills.”

“You’re not going to look into my throat.”

“Jesus, why not?”

“Because I can infect you.”

“But you’re not ill.”

“Maybe I am!”

“Just let me see, and I will tell for sure.”

“And what, be ill too? That’s so much fun, being vegetables together!”

“I have super healing, dumbass. I can’t get ill. Now open your goddamn mouth and just let me see!”

“If you get infected, I will certainly say, "I told you so.””

“And I will punch you in the face.”

“Rude.”

“That’s what naughty boys get.”

“I wouldn’t mind being naughty for you.”

“You definitely have angina. For the next week, no naughty business.”

“What? I’m okay! You can’t do this to me.”

“I can, and I will. Every time you obey me, I will spank you.”

“We’re playing a doctor and a patient? I like that.”

“If you won’t get better in a few days, I bring you to the hospital.”

“You can’t do this with me.”

“I can, and I will. Now, shut up already and let me cook you some bouillon.”

“Such a cliché…”

“So are you.”

“Why I even love you?”

“Because I’m the only one able to tolerate your dramatic ass.”

“That’s overstatement.”

“People hate you when you’re ill.”

“I’m the pure charm.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“You didn’t say “I love you” back.”

“I hate you.”

“Lier.”

“One more word – and you’ll have the web all over your face.”

“Sounds promising.”

…

“Can you cuddle me? My throat is sore. I think I caught a cold.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“You don’t love me.”

“I love you more than you can imagine, dumbass. Come here, I’ll hold you.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“You better, baby, you better.”

Emergency! S02E04

I invited my Discord Server to give me some characters to turn into my open species, Troceaths! Here we have Roxanne Wolf from Security Breach, Cyn from Murder Drones, Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas, Gangle from The Amazing Digital Circus, Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel, and Amy Martin from FAITH!

Don't know what Troceaths are? Find out here:

#SixFanarts template from @mcapriglione-art!

what’s that buzzing sound?

is there a (real) doctor in the house..?

Someone with a bunch of energy and a lot to do succumbing to a cold slowly as their activity burns on. Be it a party, photoshoot, etc, any public event with a few people and obligations for the sick person in question. 

They’re buzzing around, trying to conversate with everyone they’re supposed to, keeping an eye on time-sensitive issues and all the while not noticing a vague… icky feeling outside of chalking it up as jitters. 

Mid-conversation they’re interrupted by a burst of dry coughing and hear a faint scratchiness in their voice. 

“Are you okay?” “Yeah, don’t mind me, just a tickle in my throat, now where were we?” 

They continue, the cough only getting more and more obtrusive until they break off from everyone else to have uninterrupted coughing fits that leave their hair damp with sweat and their cheeks rosy. They feel a little sluggish now and they step slower. 

They’re back to zipping about, their throat sore and scratchy, and they’re on an energy high, getting as much done as they can, trying to squeeze out a positive expression as they get uncomfortable. 

Then they start sneezing, wet, harsh sneezes shielded by a cloth napkin, fashionable pocket square, or a tissue, and suddenly they feel lethargic and achy, and they just want to go home, feeling feverish shivers crawl up their spine as they stagger over to their partner near the car. 

“You all burnt out?” “I suppose- Ah’tschiew! Ah… A-Ah’tschiew!- ‘Scuse me… *sniffle*” “ You sound like you’ve come down with something,”  “More like something dragged me down with it, uch- AH’TSCHIEW!”  “Well then, it’s home and then into bed so you can rest,”