#...i'm hungry

[asknightmareanderror]

Sunshine grumbles. "Brother likes to do that to me when Im in this form." Angel snickers. "More like trying to eat you." Sunshine looks back at his brother, who gives him a sharp toothed grin. Sunshine squawks and huddles more against Angel, and looks at her who grins too. Sunshine lets out a cry. "Im surrounded by cannibals!" He sobs dramatically, and Angel cackles. "Oh shut it turkey, we wont eat you." Galaxy snickers. "... Not yet, anyways!" Sunshine sniffs. "Im not a turkey!"

N - “...we could pluck you, ask Thun to bring an oven, and let you soak in marinade sauce.”

E - “...that’s a big bird though...”

N - “...it will work.”

[writingprompts365]

A character smells something delicious

[aethernoise]

🌺 - Rhodry is a white mage chocolate cinnamon roll and Alyx is a dark chocolate sinnamon roll.

this is pretty hard to argue with, 10/10

[magicalgirlmascot]

“What did you do today, Ed?”

oh, you know, failed miserably against the final boss in Chroma Squad, beat Blackwell Unbound using a walkthrough because I’m weak, and started discourse over Sweet Home Alabama

[phantomlemon348]

Once again wishing that Stacey's bap van was real...

[michael-runs-hot-guerin]

I am holding the writers hostage I am demanding at least one hug per episode

[alex-guerin]

Spent the vast majority of my day lying on my couch in utter agony thanks to a migraine and severe backache. It doesn’t matter what position I fall asleep in, I always end up sleeping on my stomach. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing except, well, thanks to the abundance of fuckin’ BOOB I have, it manages to fuck with my back if I’m laying on my stomach for too long. Which SUCKS because it’s actually easier for me to fall asleep on my stomach, and I apparently don’t snore when I sleep that way. But anyway, I digress. My severe backache was adding to my migraine -- I took migraine meds, and almost immediately threw them back up. Used ice packs on my forehead and neck, migraine subsided but didn’t fully go away. Thought I could finally eat something, so I fixed myself some pasta and stuff...ate one plate of it...immediately threw it alllllllllllll up. Literally, I was dry heaving for about two or three minutes because there was nothing left in my stomach but I still felt the need to throw up. Said fuck this, I’m calling in to work tonight, God only knows when this fucking migraine is gonna clear up. Spent a few more hours in my dark cool room with ice packs again, and a cat who has figured out getting up on my bed is okay, but is confused as to why she can’t also get on my nightstands or my bookcase. I tell her no a lot and she doesn’t like it. I’ve already had one casualty of her being places that she shouldn’t be. Got woken up at like 4 in the morning to something shattering and her darting under my bed to hide, got outta bed and went to look and my poor baseball player porcelain Winnie-the-Pooh had his skull bashed in and base knocked off his feet. Not saying I stood there crying, but I stood there crying for a good long while. I’d had that thing since forever! I loved it! But Annie had to go and get stupid brave while I was sleeping and jump up onto the window sill where I had my figurines set up since the first day I moved in and knock all of them down in her investigations. 

Anyway, here I sit now, my back still feeling pretty tense and shit, but hey, at least I’ve got the night off...even if it did cost me my last sick day of the year =/ And I’m trying to figure out what I should attempt to make to eat just in case my stomach once again says, “Fuck you! I don’t want dis!” 

[luxroyalty]

15. With Titus/Cor. I’d think Titus would get outed as Glauca a lot sooner. But could we get fluff as well?

The other man sighed softly, and glanced at Cor. The sounds of the band and the nobles chatting was quieter here, and Cor heard it when the man muttered, “nice party.”

His arm itched in a weird way, and Cor’s eyes flickered towards it for half a second, but it was enough to see the lines of text to flicker into life. For a moment he couldn’t say anything, but his mouth moved and- 

“it is.”

Words bloomed on the man’s arm. He frowned, looking at Cor like he was someone great, and then offered Cor a hand. “I’m Titus.”

“Cor.”

“...Cor, did you eat my food?”

“....No.”

“Then why is my arm telling me you’re lying.”

“I was hungry.”

Titus ran a hand down his face. “The Glaives are all assholes, and I hate them.”

Cor’s arm itched, and he rolled his eyes. “Liar.”

“They make me hate my job-”

“Liar.”

“and I’m sure they make my life harder on purpose-”

“Liar.”

“Cor, I’m not lying.”

Cor held up his arm to Titus, showing how it was completely scrawled on at this point. He raised his eyebrows.

Titus ever so gently stroked Cor’s hair. The man sighed in his sleep and wiggled closer to him, resting his forehead on Titus’ chest. “I-” he shut his eyes and listened to Cor’s breathing. “I love you,” he whispered. He pressed his forehead to Cor’s hair, and then dared to turn, to look at his arms.

They were blank.

“I love you,” he repeated to his sleeping partner.

Cor shook his head and took a step back. “Tell me,” he bit out, “say that you’re not a traitor to Lucis.”

Titus looked away from him.

“Say it, Titus.”

“I’m not a traitor to Lucis.”

Cor choked and took another step back, horror on his face. “No - I. No.”

Titus ducked his head down and looked at the floor. “I - I still love you, Cor,” he quietly said.