This popped up for me at the perfect time as I'm on an FFXIV kick, and this instantly made me think of gridania.
Outside of that...THIS LOOKS SO CUTE AND AMAZING AHHHHH!!!!
im going through a two time fixation rn and that 'holy consummation' oneshot is NOT helping..... /silly
ANYWAYS, may I request a ficlet where two time is sick and reader just takes care of and pampers them? (cooking, combing/washing hair, etc.) I just want them to be a lil happy and not stressed for once :((
BITTERSWEET / STUBBORN
summary: on the week the spectre gives you all a long break, two time gets sick and you decide to give them the care that they deserve
contents: two time x/and gn!reader, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic, mentions of sickness/snot/throwing up/and fevers, hurt comfort (?), slight crack, a certain someone haunts the narrative, really short actually this was rushed
notes: im glad u liked that one anon !!! tbh i was so nervous posting it cus i have no idea how to characterize two time đ we need more fluffy two time, thnx anon :3
Two time rarely gets sick, despite how sickly they look most of the time. It's one of the things they pride themselves in, saying it's because of the Spawn's blessing protecting them.
Unfortunately, the Spawn didn't warn them about food poisoning.
They toss and turn in their bed, clutching their aching stomach in pain. Everything is dizzy, blurry, as if the world is moving at a speed much faster than they could keep up with.
No matter what they did, whether that be praying to the Spawn or rolling around on the bed, the pain hasn't subsided. Not one bit.
Other than that, they were shivering like a wet dog, a damp patch of sweat in the shape of their form embeds itself into the mattress. Were they cold? Were they hot? It's hard to tell, but whatever this sickness is worse than getting hit by 1x's mass infection. In fact, they prefer that than this.
A knock snaps them out of their trance, making them stir up from their bed and drag themself out to answer.
"Two time!" That voice. It's you.
They look up, blinking in confusion. As if confused at your presence. Your name leaves their lips, carrying it with such gentleness as to not disgrace you.
"W-What are you doing here..?" The question comes out much weaker than they thought, croaking it out like a frog.
"I'm here to bring you your share, you weren't coming down for dinner." You gesture to the tray of chicken and rice in your hands.
Two time winces, not exactly excited at the prospect of eating right now. Then, they notice your deflated expression. Oh right, it was your turn to cook tonight, right?
"... Do you not like it? I can cook something else if you want." You immediately offer.
"N-No, no! This is lovely, thank you for thinking of me." They assure you with a weal smile. As they reach to grab the tray in your hands, you halt them, suddenly touching their forehead.
"Whâ!"
"Two time, you're burning up!" You exclaim, brows now furrowed as you begin to usher them aside. "You should've told me, I would've brought some medicine too."
Ranting while you let yourself, they watch off from the side. Seeing you fuss over their condition and clean up their untidy room, especially when you handle their wood carved idols oh-so gently, makes their heart race with a feeling so familiar yet unknown.
The name was at the tip of their tongue when you suddenly pull them to sit down on the bed, insisting they rest as you go to the attached bathroom to scavenge for soms medicine and other essentials.
Half of your words are muffled by the distance, sounding like white noise as their fever seems to die down. Or maybe they were getting colder. Either way, they were sweating through their clothes and they can't seem to calm down their heartbeat.
When they open their eyes again, your face now hovers above them. "Here... This should help." They feel something damp and cold on their forehead, then realize that it's a wet towel.
"Ughh..." A groan escapes them, easing into the cold. It's refreshing in comparison to the blistering heat that is their room. Though you seem to have opened the windows earlier without their notice, letting some of the light and the breeze in.
"What happened to you? Did you eat something bad?" You ask, moving the towel to wipe their arms. They had to stop themself from flinching as your touch grazes over their old scars.
'Oh right, I haven't offered in a while.'
"Something like that, yeah..." Two time answers vaguely, turning their gaze somewhere else other than your hands. (You're too blinding)
You click your tongue. "You should be careful about what you eat next time. Just because we're stuck in this hell doesn't mean you can just put whatever in your mouth..."
Soon, your voice fades in the background, your rants acting as white noise to them while they pick at the skin between their index and thumb.
It doesn't feel as uncomfortable as it was before.
"Ah, don't do that." You chide, stopping them in the middle of their skin picking. Then, you focus on their hair, tender fingers petting the matted locks. "Look at you, you're a mess! Where's your comb? Let me brush that out for you."
They couldn't help but shiver at that familiar feeling pervading again. Quickly wrapping their arms around themselves for a little comfort against the sudden breeze that entered their room unnoticed.
You're gentle with their hair, untangling the knots with ease and only tugging sometimes rather than always. As you comb, you mutter praises under your breath, "You're real pretty, you know that? That's why you should take better care of yourself." slipping words of advice in between.
And for once, they're comfortable.
...
The following days are just you nursing Two time back to health. Feeding them soup and medicine (even though sometimes they'd try to refuse and put faith in the Spawn to heal them 'naturally'), as well as giving them warm baths and changing their sheets without them asking.
They aren't sure how to repay you afterwards. Although whenever they ask, you always say: "Seeing you get better is a debt fulfilled." or simply shutting down any suggestions at paying you back.
'How stubborn..'. The call is coming from the inside
"Coming in!" Two time snaps out of their thoughts as you let yourself inside again, as per usual, and bring a tray of food and water.
"It's time for dinner!" They frown at the tablet of ibuprofen next to their plate, a sight growing unfortunately familiar. "As well as your medicine."
They try to protest. "I believe I don'tâ"
"Push your luck any more and I'll shove it down your throat."
"Okay..."
Maybe not too comfortable. Not when you're threatening to fist their esophagus with pills.
I have never written a fanfic in my life, but this "Code LYOKO 10-15 years later AU" just keeps writing itself in my head. We'll see where this goes lol To get ahead of this: I always wished Sissi and Jim couldve actually retained their character development and join the group, so theyre also here now. And Clone!William is still alive. Dont look it up.
Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you donât like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lolÂ
a short selection of concepts and phrases that used to be commonplace in fandom and weâd really benefit from making that a thing again:
NOTP: the opposite of an OTP (One True Pairing). It is a ship a fan strongly dislikes. The word is a portmanteau of ânoâ and âOTPâ and thus is not a contraction of any particular phrase.
Squick: anything that is a deep-seated, visceral turn-off. Squicks may be shared by many fans or be specific to one; one personâs kink may be another personâs squick.
YKINMKATO, or kink-tomato: Your Kink Is Not My Kink, And Thatâs Okay: used to indicate support for fannish diversity and to distinguish between disapproval or kink shaming and simply having different taste.
DLDR: Donât Like, Donât Read: a phrase used to warn against complaints about an aspect of fic or meta. A âlive and let liveâ philosophy of fandom, which places the responsability for avoiding content one doesnât want to see on the side of the fanwork consumer, rather that on the creatorâs.
SALS: Ship And Let Ship: similar to the above specifically about shipping tastes.
YMMV: Your Mileage May Vary: a phrase used to acknowledge that any given individualâs personal opinion on the topic at hand may differ due to their own tastes, standards, values, experiences, etc.
As the OP points out, all of these crucially imply no moral judgment of what theyâre designing.
(definitions lifted more or less wholesale from fanloreâs relevant pages)
The solver is gone (?) They put Bizcuit in a normal worker body. They really didnât expect him to grow sharp teeth or a tail. He doesnât need to drink oil to live but that wonât stop him from trying. (cw: vomiting)
Thank you for the ask, @jotun-appologist ! I try not to put extra things on the art channel, so I will answer this here, if that's okay.
1. Music with heavy emphasis on bowed strings. It doesn't matter if it's an Erhu, a Cello, a Violin- literally anything that has a bow stringed sound is so satisfying to me. I love it dearly.
2. Specific sounds (I suppose ASMR-ish). The sound of rain falling into a pre-established puddle, underwater bubble noises, tapping something hard against wood - especially hollowed wood. I like it very much.
3. Cat videos. This one doesn't have a good explanation, I just like cats and cat behaviours. So is fun.
4. Star/Celestial thematics, and/or Ocean thematics. The vastness, beauty, immeasurable yet all-encompassing. It's something I love so deeply. So amazing.
5. Being able to draw/create. Art has always been my way of self-expression, so it is important to me. When I can't create, it's frustrating. But art itself is so therapeutic.
(I don't like putting things in people's askbox, so instead I will just tag some friends)
@mxrphine-administered @astralisnovae @swampwitchtonx @runeterrankhaleesi @bunny-heels and @submissive-dumbass :3 do if you like, and also don't feel you have to.
Ta for the vote friendito!
Where to start...
1. Code - I like looking at how things work, and figuring it out before looking into things always gives me that rush of excitement and pride in my knowledge of resources. Open-Source code is also amazing to look at and learn things as they are incredibly well documented in most cases...I swear I spend so much time on GitHub/Lab.
2. Music - It helps me write, it helps me think, and it helps me process emotion, something I struggle with sometimes. Ex: Recently I had to see one of my partners off at the airport, and I was emotionally locked up, so I chucked on one of my favourite albums, This is the Life by Amy Macdonald. Poison Prince especially, it just...helps, I don't know how to explain it.
3. Games - Anything story rich like NitW, Persona, FFXIV, it hooks me in and keeps me there. The more world building, the more character development, the more I feel like I could place myself there and feel comfortable is everything to me. I like to escape into these worlds and just not be me for a while. Probs not overly healthy but bite me.
4. Writing/Character Creation - This is something I do all the time, and its one of the reasons my writing software has changed over the years, from Word, to Scrivener, to GDocs, to now Obsidian. I have so many characters and OCs for many things and unfortunately I'm usually quite hesitant to share them publically outside of my friend group...but there is A LOT.
5. My Partners - They...are in short amazing, and are always there for me as I try to be for them. They genuinely make my life better and give me a reason to improve and stay healthy day to day. I love them, for now, and forever, and that will never change.
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