You don't deserve anon hate so I'm here to tell you I like your content and have been here for a while š
Aww, thank you <3 honestly all the anon hate has opened me up to how much people suck. Especially people who donāt know the real you and will flip their shit at the drop of a hat. I havenāt been on this acc in a while and rebranded elsewhere buuuut not sharing that just to keep the peace and have a fresh start and if u find me then plz keep it to urself thank youuuu <3
I couldn't not post this eventually. Been rattling around in my drafts for a while so I figured it was time it see's more than just the light of a few people's gazes. Also idk great details about computers/television besides google so uh, yeah lol. (Contains illness and minor mentions of mess) Summary: Vo/x is reminded why he never lets his co-workers use his private tech. AKA Vale/ntino you asshole.
āFugāckās sakeā¦ā
Vox swallowed hard - then immediately wished he hadnāt. The action brought a pronounced, throbbing ache along the swollen, tender flesh of his throat. What had started as a barely there tickle and a slight stiffness in his joints steadily morphed into a definite virus - one that decided to bring family and friends, because it felt like his entire being was bogged down with congestion, discomfort and malaise.Ā
In short: It fucking sucked, and he could only blame fucking Valentino.
Every time the asshole had an issue with his laptop, he always, always used Voxās personal one - seriously, he was gonna need to triple encrypt it at this point to keep him out - and managed to download a fucking nasty malware via some kind of porn site. By the time Vox had connected his own system to the device, it was already too late, and by the time heād found the source, it had already been transferred to him.
Part of him couldnāt be pissed at Valentino. Like, truly couldnāt. Valentino would just start cussing him out; How should I know what the fuck a computer virus looks like? What the hell is malware, anyway? On and on and on, until finally Vox would grow weary and just ban him from using any of his devices EVER again.Ā
A sigh ghosted past Voxās lips, followed by a sniffle - the sound so thick, sodden and heavy that it nearly had his skin crawling. To know that he didnāt even have a nose, let alone sinuses to get swollen and yet he felt so unbearably full to the brim with congestionā¦ It was disgusting.
He almost wanted to sneeze, if to have a brief moment where his head didnāt feel so full to bursting. Almost.
Maybe if he could call it one-and-done, but nooo. He could never sneeze just once. They came in bursts, itchy expulsions that seemed to tumble out on top of each other, so damned excited to finally be let loose. And they left Vox panting, sniveling and mortified as he tried to mop the fluid that seeped from his vents and lips. Fuck, it was so gross.
Groaning, he shifted onto his side and tugged the duvet tighter over his shoulders - he hadnāt left bed for a good few hours but fuck it. The day was a wash the moment heād slept through his alarm. Velvette and Valentino (the virus-peddling-moth-fucker) could manage without him for one damn day.
His eyes were close to shutting completely, once again allowing the haze of sleep to take over - until he felt it. Just there, right behind his eyes; an inkling of prickling irritation.
He whined, squinting and uselessly screwing his expression up as though he did have a nose to wriggle and twitch. Please, just let me sleep for a minuteā¦
As if infuriated at the mere idea that Vox wouldnāt allow himself the pleasure of sneezing, the sensation all but exploded, and a sharp hitch flew past his lips.
āFuhhhck mābe, plhhheeaseā¦!ā Okay, maybe that was a little weird to be gasping out in bed - alone but, he simply didnāt care. In the moment, all Vox could do was gasp and sputter, a few more lewd-leaning sounds spilling past trembling lips before the television demonās system couldnāt stand to have the intense irritation linger a moment longer.
āhehāIISSCHHHāHIEW!āĀ
The first sneeze always managed to take him by surprise, if nothing else than because he was still stunned he could even sneeze so hard without a fucking nose. He cringed, feeling the pillowcase beneath his head grow a bit damp - ughhh, fucking gross - but he had all of two seconds to dwell on the mess factor before a shiver rippled down his spine.
āhHHZZSCHHāhiew! hHHZZāNGSHHh! Hehh!! EhhhāIZZSCHHāOOoo! Unnghhā¦ fuāhuuugckā¦ā
A pitiful whine trailed after the last exhausting sneeze. It felt like someone had just sucked whatever was left of his damned soul out of his ailing body. And the congestion somehow seemed worse, sluggishly dripping onto his already soiled pillowcase. It plugged his ears and made his head spin even while laying down.Ā
Despite how Vox wanted to immediately throw himself into the pits of hell itself, he settled on nuzzling deeper into his covers and tugging the comforter forcefully over his head.Ā
Fuck a day off. At this rate, the other Veeās were lucky if they managed to get him back in a week.
Hereās something to prepare everyone for season 2 to emotionally destroy us. A/lastor is not okay
Alastor raised a hand to his forehead, running it through his sweat-dampened hair. His other hand braced him on the bathroom sink as he attempted to smooth out the tangled mess resulting from him tossing and turning all night. No matter how much he tried to sleep, he still woke up feeling exhausted. There was always something keeping him awakeāa pounding headache, grating bouts of coughing, or now, a relentless fever. He struggled with his bow tie, hands shaking too much to hold it steady as he tied it. He still hadnāt gotten around to putting on his shoes or monocle yet. His reflection stared back at him, looking pale and flushed at the same time, ears refusing to stay pointed up.
It had been ten days since Alastor first noticed the symptoms. It was gradual, something he initially brushed off as a simple cold, something he could easily hide until it disappeared. He willed himself not to sneeze or cough around other people, wore makeup to hide his reddened nose and eye bags, adjusted the filter over his voice to hide how congested he sounded. Days passed, and the Overlord continued feeling worse until it was clear that this was something more severe.
His chest wasnāt healing; the gash was still clumsily stitched and bandaged, residual angelic magic still sapping his strength. It was like a virus, demanding all of his bodyās energy to fight it and leaving him susceptible to other illnesses. It was bad enough now that he had no choice but to completely isolate himself, or else word would get out that the Radio Demon was vulnerable. Alastorās grip on the sink tightened. He felt trapped.
If he could just make it downstairs long enough to restock his supply of painkillers and get some foodāthough heād been feeling too sick to eat latelyāthen he could stay in his room the whole day. He got to work doing his makeup, covering up the red tinge burning across his cheeks. The powder he used started to irritate his sinuses, and he didnāt realize what a mistake using it was until it was too late. He sniffled repeatedly, avoiding rubbing his nose and taking off the foundation heād just applied. There was a box of tissues next to the sinkāhe grabbed one as his breath hitched.
āHhā Hih-IHHGāKZZHāhuh!ā He quickly wiped up the moisture that he felt dripping from his nostrils. āH-hiehkāTCHZHHH! HāKZZSHH-hue! Sndff! HehhāHehgkāZZSH-shu!ā So much for that idea. Alastor blew his nose, then hung his head with a static-filled groan, trembling. Every little movement painfully tugged at the stitches in his chest, every sneeze a sharp sting. He took a deep breath, triggering a different kind of itch that made him cough. That was what really lit his chest on fire, but he couldnāt stop. The pain made him want to scream, but the only sound that came from him was ragged, wheezing gasps.
Fuck, he couldnāt stop shaking.
Every nerve in his body felt too sensitive, strung too tightly, as if every new surge of pain might the one that breaks him. The burning sensation lingering in his chest felt suffocating. His reflectionās eyes watered, tears trailing down its face. He simultaneously didnāt want anyone to look at him and wished someone would find him. Either scenario, whether he was left alone or found out, filled his fever-dazed mind with a sense of dread that made him nauseous. Static started creeping into the edges of Alastorās vision as a wave of dizziness briefly brought him back to his senses. He took the tissue box with him and sat in bed, hugging his knees. The tears kept spilling from him in broken sobs and sniffles, and all he could do was sit there, crumbling to pieces until he wore himself out.
Charlie had asked Angel Dust to keep an eye out for Alastor while she was busy dealing with new guests. He had to admit, the whole situation felt off. Sure, Alastor liked to go off and do his own thing, but it wasnāt like him to justā¦ ignore his job. Angel decided to take a quick swing by his room, just in case he happened to be in there. He knocked on the door. āHey, anyone in there? Yāknow, Charlieās been lookinā for ya.ā
On the other side, Alastor was dozing off until the sudden sound sent him spiraling back into panic. A new wave of tears welled up in his eyes, and he sniffled wetly, fighting back choked sobs. Suddenly, his breath stuttered, and any attempts to stay quiet disappeared as he buried his face in a tissue. āH-HihāIIHGK-TZZHHUE!ā
The sound was muffled through the door, but it was still audible. Angel didnāt really question the sneezeāhe had been sounding a little under the weather lately. āI can hear ya in there. Can ya open the door?ā He waited, but there was no response. The Radio Demon, of all people, going quiet was a very bad sign. āLook, if ya donāt give me a sign that youāre alright, Iām gettinā Keekee. Youāve been actinā weird for days.ā
Alastor couldnāt bring himself to say anything. He grabbed a fresh tissue to blow his noseābeing sick and crying left him a dripping, snotty mess. When the door creaked open and Angel peered inside, he was still in the same position, his head down and his arms wrapped around his legs. The spider sinnerās expression fell when he saw him. āAl? Whatās goinā on?ā Before he even had a chance to speak, Alastorās breath caught, throwing him into another fit of rough coughing. Once it finally subsided, he lifted his head, eyes wide, gasping for breath as one hand clutched at his chest. Something about the look of desperation in his eyes paired with the forced, wide smile, baring his teeth down to his black gums, made Angelās stomach twist. He really couldnāt stop smiling, even if he wanted to, could he? āHey, look at me,ā he said, crouching down beside the bed. āJust breatheā¦ thatās itā¦ Now, can ya tell me whatās wrong?ā
He blinked away the last of his tears and gave a thick sniffle. āIāb sickā¦ā he croaked, congestion smothering his voice so much he couldnāt even pronounce his words properly.
As if that wasnāt obvious. āHow long has it been since ya started feelinā bad?ā
He barely knew what day it was. He stared down at nothing for a momentāit was so hard to think. The last few days were a hazy blur. āAlbost two weeks?ā
Angel blinked. He opened his mouth to yell at him, to call him stupid for trying to hide it, but didnāt, because of course he did. He was the hyper-independent Radio Demon who didnāt need anyone. Still, the fact that he had nearly died fighting Adam just a few weeks ago, and was now putting his health at risk because he didnāt want to ask for help, was frustrating. It was too soon for him to get hurt again. The sinner stood up, running a hand through his hair and looking around the room for anything useful. āHave you been takinā anythinā for this?ā
The other demon weakly shook his head. āI rad outā¦ā
That was when he noticed that the bathroom door was open. On the counter was an empty pill bottle and an old glass thermometer. Angel went and grabbed the thermometer, then held it out to him. āPut this in your mouth real quick.ā Alastor complied, staring off into space while they waited. āLet me take a look,āĀ the other said. His brow furrowed as he checked the measurement. āShit, youāre on fire. Iāll go look for some medicine for ya, alright?
Just as he began to turn away, he felt a clammy hand on his arm, not quite grabbing him. āStay here,ā the Overlord muttered. āFor a little while. Andāsnf!ādondāt tell adyone.ā
Normally, Angel would be thrilled to have a walking enigma like him want to spend time with him, but this wasnāt how he thought it would happen. It wasnāt a request, it was a commandāreally, it was a plea buried under the guise of control. Alastor had decided he didnāt want to be alone with his overwhelming emotions.
āAlright, just for a bit. Can ya lay down for me?ā Angel pulled the covers over him. His eyelids started drooping as soon as he laid down, though he was still shivering and looked quite uncomfortable. The other sinner went back into the bathroom, taking a washcloth hanging on a towel rack and running it under cold water. He spotted a plastic cup sitting on the counter and filled it with water. He returned to Alastor, setting the cup on the nightstand and placing the cloth over his sweaty forehead. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he left plenty of space for the other man to move closer. Not how I thought Iād end up in the Radio Demonās bed, he thought. Sitting in silence felt awkward, but Angel wasnāt sure what else to do. He didnāt want to accidentally upset him and cause him to reject any further help. He slowly leaned against the pillows, on his side.
The deer demon shifted around for a moment, settling close to him. Angelās fur gave him some extra warmth, and Alastor had his head right up against the white tufts sticking out of the heart-shaped cutout in his shirt. He was comfortable there, but the fur brushing against his face proved to be quite irritatingāmainly for his nose. It tickled the edges of his sensitive nostrils in just the wrong way, making him take in a sharp breath as he pulled away. His hand flew up to cover his nose and mouth just in time.
āHhā HihgāTCHZZāhuhāTzzzsh-hhu! Sdrffāā He kept his hand cupped over his face, feeling around for the box of tissues. Pulling out a few, he cleaned up the mess coating his palm and dripping from his nose. For all his sneezing and nose blowing, it wasnāt relieving any of the pressure in his sinuses. His head fell back with a repressed groan.
āWhy donāt ya change into somethinā more comfortable?ā Angel Dust eyed the dress clothes he was wearing. They didnāt look very comfortable to sleep in. He wouldāve offered to help him change, and he was still willing to if need be, but didnāt think heād be too thrilled about the idea of another person undressing him.
āGo to the dresser, top right drawer.ā It felt wrong to hear Alastor sound so defeated. In the drawer was a set of red pinstripe pajamas that looked unsurprisingly old-fashioned. He brought them back and set them down on the bed. āDondāt watch.ā He turned around while Alastor shakily sat up and began taking off his coat. He took off his bow tie and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Part way through, he started coughing. He cleared his throat and tried to bite back the rest, but his body refused to stop until the congestion in his chest cleared up. Angel grimaced at the sound, but the pitiful whines that escaped him as he caught his breath were even worse.
He couldnāt just ignore him when he was in pain. He turned to him. āYou doinā okayāā His eyes widened, locked on the bandages wrapped around his chest and shoulder. āWait, when did you get hurt?ā he snapped, more harsh than he meant to be. āYouāve been hidinā this from us, too? What if itās, like, infected?ā It was too soon after the Extermination. They had all been through enough, so why did he have to make everything more difficult?
His anger withered away as Alastor teetered on the verge of crying again. He barely registered what Angel said, too dazed to fully understand why he wanted to cry. It just felt like the only thing he could do.
āIām gettinā Charlie,ā the sinner said, shifting his gaze to the door. āSheāll figure somethinā out.ā He walked out, leaving Alastor alone, staring at the door in resignation.
Al/ast/or getting a cold that gives him a dry cough and sore throat so aggressive that he ends up with laryngitis.
Lu/ci/fer sneaks into his room every so often to tease him and gloat, but the two start having meaningful conversations using sign language/ generating magical floating text.
Suddenly the king finds himself visiting more often, and getting closer and closer than his original contagion proof distance...w a y closer.
A couple of mornings later, Al/ast/or is almost on the mend, only for Lu/ci/fer to come downstairs with a frog in his throat and some *suspicious* bruises on his neck and shoulder.
Snickers ensue from the peanut gallery, and the two exchange a knowing look.
HIIII so uh i'm the one who reblogged talking about adam pissing on the flowers lol
I just thought I'd pop in and say that I'm not a piss blog lol im a "snzfucker"
buuuuut the dumpster diving lute thing has been eating away at me all day and i was legit cackling when i first saw it XD
Hii!!!
"Not a piss blog" stares at @uwupissarozzieuwu suspiciously what are you doing to her-
Hehe, I'm glad our silly little jokes are making others laugh too! We actually had a follow-up to that scene a couple weeks later and she did dumpster dive. Poor girl hadn't slept in too long and thought she saw angelic steel.
Adam, watching her pick tinfoil out of the trash can: 0.0
Lute, watching him get stabbed by a gas station worker in the next reply: O.O
@snzysimper and I have a character named Squirrel Friend (yes, thatās his name). Heās a one-eared squirrel that Adam adopted in Eden, and Squirrel Friend joined him in Heaven
We also now have Goosey, Luteās pet goose (that Adam is scared of, because in Eden, he got bit on the balls whilst being attacked by a flock of geese)
HIIII so uh i'm the one who reblogged talking about adam pissing on the flowers lol
I just thought I'd pop in and say that I'm not a piss blog lol im a "snzfucker"
buuuuut the dumpster diving lute thing has been eating away at me all day and i was legit cackling when i first saw it XD
Hii!!!
"Not a piss blog" stares at @uwupissarozzieuwu suspiciously what are you doing to her-
Hehe, I'm glad our silly little jokes are making others laugh too! We actually had a follow-up to that scene a couple weeks later and she did dumpster dive. Poor girl hadn't slept in too long and thought she saw angelic steel.
Adam, watching her pick tinfoil out of the trash can: 0.0
Lute, watching him get stabbed by a gas station worker in the next reply: O.O
Hi Tumblr, I write this post today because I have been in need of serious help. My dog named Fox has been feeling really weak lately and has been showing signs of mass on his side hips. Haven't been eating much in 2 days. He's going to visit the Vet today and I will give some updates about his situation.
https://gofund.me/b4477976e
I'm posting this as a scream for help, we need some funding and donations ASAP please
The dog is my ex- partner's dog, I still call him my dog since I used to live with him for over 10 years. I'm still very attached to Fox. He's the most sweet and soft loving dog ever. Please help him
Every Repost help more than you think, please spread the message
I love making dumb inside jokes. In @uwupissarozzieuwu and I's RP, Lute was trying to sneak behind a trash can to pee, and Adam caught her and asked why she was dumpster diving and now multiple times a day we refer to "dumpster diving Lute"
I love making dumb inside jokes. In @uwupissarozzieuwu and I's RP, Lute was trying to sneak behind a trash can to pee, and Adam caught her and asked why she was dumpster diving and now multiple times a day we refer to "dumpster diving Lute"
I love making dumb inside jokes. In @uwupissarozzieuwu and I's RP, Lute was trying to sneak behind a trash can to pee, and Adam caught her and asked why she was dumpster diving and now multiple times a day we refer to "dumpster diving Lute"
I love making dumb inside jokes. In @uwupissarozzieuwu and I's RP, Lute was trying to sneak behind a trash can to pee, and Adam caught her and asked why she was dumpster diving and now multiple times a day we refer to "dumpster diving Lute"
[Image ID: Photograph of a refrigerator interior. An unseen person is placing a glass tray containing a plastic-wrapped turkey onto a shelf. Text reads: āI donāt know who needs to hear this, but itās time to move the frozen turkey to the fridge.ā End ID.]
Hello Tumblr, this year I have updated the original post with an image ID. For You.
Anyway hereās the 2025 specifics. American Thanksgiving is 11/27 this year, so fairly late in the month. If your household is looking to cook turkey this year:
10-15 pounds: Start thawing at least 3-4 days before, on Sunday, November 23rd.
16-20 pounds: Start thawing at least 4-5 days before, on Saturday, November 22nd.
20-24 pounds: Start thawing at least 5-6 days before, on Friday, November 21st.
And donāt forget: The economy is shit this year, lots of people are being laid off, and grocery prices are skyrocketing. There has never been a better time to donate to food pantries, and/or to reach out to your neighbors and see how theyāre doing.
Which doesnāt need to end when thanksgiving is over, either ā there are some charities that are specific to Thanksgiving, but donāt do anything to support people after that date. So.
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