#((I don't know how to draw furries so you get an okay attempt from my mouse hjDCFGHSDF))

[crystalfoxxie]

I'm a pale cis dork, so I would not try to draw any of this myself because I don't want to be that bitch, but I really want to see a series in which different members of different communities are just doing really good-hearted well-meaning things and then someone sneaks into the community for bad purposes and gets absolutely dunked on by the members.

Like how people who like animals too much think that furries will be okay with that trash because we draw anthropomorphized animals and oftentimes enjoy some spicy content with them, but there is a clear line in the sand for that and we will flay any zoo alive we find.

I had a dream kind of like that but it was with a club full of cool drag queens who would volunteer places and stuff, but then find out that someone in their group was actually there for devious purposes that the right wing would and have accused before. Then all the drag queens beat the hell out of the creep.

Of course, I am not part of any of these communities nor do I sit under any of these umbrellas, so I would not attempt to draw it. It just appeared in my mind and I just think it would be really cool to have a comic series that shows people that one fool does not make the community.

If this idea is problematic, please tell me and I'll combust this post with haste for y'all's comfort with immediate apologies, but I can't personally see anything but good, or at least some satisfaction coming from an idea or plotline like that?

It's like when you hear about a pedo and need to see a comic, or hear a news story about one being beat up to feel better. I know I do, pedos are nasty I drew a whole Bluey Comic where Chili mauls a creep (off-panel) and gives some very important words to her daughters about stranger danger (I made it so kids looking up the community online would find something with their safety in mind.

But does this sound like a good idea or a problematic trash fire waiting to combust?

[koriandrismywife]

It Don't Have To Be Lonely (Being Alone) - CHAPTER 1

(Dick Grayson struggles with fathering a cat as he manages to also digest the behavior of his unsufferable neighbor. Or, when elementary school teacher Kory Anders moves next door to a complete and total prick.)

RATED: M WEBSITE: A03  NOTES:  Hi everyone! It’s been such a long, long time since I last posted a fanfiction… Please, bear with me as I readjust my schedule. I want to start posting again and here is a little treat. Thank you my dearest readers, all of you, for the continued support. I apologize beforehand for any mistakes, as I do not have a beta and English is not my first language—I would appreciate if anyone would agree with being a beta for my upcoming works and chapters. I hope you enjoy this small introduction to the work! I want to post more on tumblr as time goes by... a shame that the show is ending soon and I didn’t show them love when I had more time :(

“This is ridiculous,” Dick grumbles. “Donna, I don’t need a cat.”

Donna snatches a cookie from the jar and sinks into the sofa across the room. “Because you are very aware of your needs,” she mutters.

“I can hear you.”

“Good.” Donna shrugs as the black kitten scratches the apartment’s brand-new window blinds. Dick observes humorlessly as the cat draws back at the sight of him.

"He's not a fan of me," Dick remarks wryly.

"That's okay," Donna says in response. "He'll get used to you eventually. I just got him from the shelter a few days ago,” she says, staring at the little furry animal as if he were the most precious being she has ever laid eyes on. “Well, I also have his sister at my house, too. I figured two would be too much for you to handle.”

“Donna—”

“Before you say anything about not wanting cats…”

“I don’t. I don’t need more inconveniences, let alone a pet—much less a CAT! Why on earth would I need a cat, Donna? Whose idea was this?”

Donna suppresses a giggle as he stands up from the sofa to the kitchen, opening the freezer. “You need something to cuddle with at night. You need a friend, a companion. And it was Roy’s.”

“… Offer declined. Thanks. I will kill that bastard.”

The cat stared at him and he waved. Not you, buddy.  

“C’mon, Dick. Last month you messaged me after a terrible date, ranting about not feeling prepared to start a life with someone else. I understand that it hurts that you and Dawn didn’t work but it’s been… what, four years?”

“Three and a half,” he corrected.

“Three and a half! That’s a lifetime—for someone with a life, anyway. You are not getting any younger, Dick Grayson. You’re 33 and struggling with small talk.”

“I hate small talk.”

“That’s why you’re still single.”

“Oh, so this is what we are now? This is what you call ‘the emotional support friend to-do list’? Humilliation?”

She tries her best not to laugh at his face. “The thing is: Dawn moved on, you should too.”

“Can we please talk about something else?”

“So what? You’re going to sit there and mope, rant about how much you despise this situation while not attempting to live your own life?”

He shrugs. “Perhaps. Besides that—"

“I hate you.”

He disregards her statement and proceeds to the window, picking up the cat and equilibrating a beer with the other hand, “…Besides, pets are not permitted in this building.”

“Oh, don’t worry! I figured you’d say that, so I spoke to the landlord.”

“You… Wait, what?”

“Well, I told him cats are low-maintenance pets that can provide companionship and emotional support. Plus, cats can help reduce stress levels and provide a sense of comfort and security, which is precisely what you need.”

“So, you threatened him?”

“If that’s what you want to hear,” she closes the cookie jar and stands up. “Just… don’t worry, ok? As long as you don’t let him SEE the cat, it’s all good.”

“And what if he does?”

Donna inhales sharply. “ We’ll see. Maybe I’ll take him back.”

“I’m totally letting him see the cat, then.”

She shakes her head.

“I was thinking of the name Milo, you know. Since I named his sister Kida. God, I used to love that film as a teenager,” Donna remarked with a smile.

Donna Troy was, with no doubts, the person who was the closest to Dick’s heart after his parents—simply put, he adored her. They were childhood best friends and inseparable since. Weekly, she visited him.

“But seriously now, I have no time for this. I work full-time. You have to take him back.”

“Nice try, but now it’s too late, I can’t take him back,” she announces, heading to the exit.

He followed.

“Oi! You’re not leaving this cat here,” he insists, crowding her in the door frame. “You brought him, you keep him.”

“Um… I am actually,” Donna stops abruptly as if something else has caught her attention… or, alternatively, someone. He scowled at the vision.

In the opposite doorframe, a woman with dark skin and red hair smiles as she hugs a tall, muscular man. When she opens her eyes, her fulgurous smile dissipates.

Deep green eyes, like a dense forest.

Cheekbones sharp and strong.

Hell.

She wore a striped blue and yellow overall, unusual to her conventional floral dresses, her hair was pulled back on a ponytail with thick, long red waves bouncing.

She separates her body from the man’s and proceeds to stare at him with admiration, muttering something Dick can’t quite understand.

“Oh my... Who is she?” Donna inquires, low-toned.

Dick swallows and clears his throat. “I believe her name is… Corey? Coraline? Maybe Caroline. She seems sweet, but don’t buy it. She is as sharp as a blade.”

As if she can hear him, the woman gives him a firm look tinged with a scorn Donna apparently can’t see.

“She’s so hot, though”, Donna continued and Dick couldn’t help but make a face. What was it about this woman that nobody seemed to resist?

Not that he was any different, but he would never admit it.

When he first saw her at the corridors of the building, she was carrying a few moving boxes with the landlord, Mr. King, a 60-something man that couldn’t stop laughing about whatever story she was telling him. With a wide-open smile, she flashed her perfect white teeth and auburn-tinted, glossy and luscious lips. Awestruck, Dick collapsed face-first into the depths of her eyes… and the floor.

“Oh, no!” He heard her say, while swerving cardboard boxes, and he was surprised to see the motive of her concerns. She placed her warm palms in his shoulders, helping him off the boxes, while also saying a little prayer for whatever was damaged in the cardboard containers. Prayers that, seconds later, were proved unsuccessful.

She huffed. “It’s broken. My beautiful dessert china…”

Before lifting her gaze, the woman attempted to piece together the broken pieces of high-quality porcelain like a puzzle. “I’m sorry… where are my manners, huh?” she said with remorse. “Do you need any help?”

“I don’t think so,” Mr. King interrupted, approaching the scene and touching the woman’s arm. “He’s a big guy, aren’t you, Grayson?”

Motherfu—

“Yeah. Be more careful with your fragile items next time,” he said as he lifted off the ground and dismissed her gaze before dusting off his pants and walking away.

He did not know how to react, while he was ashamed of shamelessly staring at a stranger, he also did not know to react to her speaking directly to him. Suddenly, he felt like a teenager.

After that, he considered apologizing, because he couldn’t fade the vision of her face out of his mind—or the sound of her laughter out of his head… her gibbous green lenses staring at him with a mix of half-hearted concern and confusion.

Until he saw her yell at a poor old lady one day.

Open eyed and furious.

Sweet mouth spilling out pure venom.

Sweet mouth…

“Dick!” When Donna Calls, he realizes he hasn’t responded to her previous question. “What happened? Why were you staring at the poor girl like that? She seemed horrified with your attitude.”

He rolled his eyes. “You should get going. And please, take you little friend.”

“No.”

Troy stepped down the doorway, raising her brows and crossing her arms.

“I am leaving this cat outside that door the minute you step—” his statement was met with the loud bang of the door in his face.

“…away.”

Before he could interfere, she was already inside the elevator.

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A hungry kitty and several protesting meows later, a milk bowl appeared in front of the unnamed cat. It stared for a few seconds before slurping it down. Dick watched with amusement as it nearly drowned in the process.

He opened the refrigerator that night, not sure of what to expect—Dick had no time to go grocery shopping in the previous weeks, which left him with two bottles of expired milk, tons of beers, tomato sauce and one dried sausage deplorably awaiting decomposition; luckily the convenience store was still open.

In the hallway back home, there was no sight of his mysterious, unpolite neighbor or the man who embraced her in his strong arms. His insides tightened at the thought.

Her manicured hands combed through the man’s short hair and her smile widened before she turned and shut the door.

He wondered if that was her boyfriend.

Why was he leaving? What were they doing?

Not that it was any of his concern, but the doubt still clung to his chest.

Dick decided to brush it off and went straight to the bedroom, locking the door behind him and leaving the cat to wonder about the new territory.

Before drifting to sleep, he texted Donna:

DG: [Donna, come get this cat, I am NOT joking!]

                                                                              Seen.

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“Mom…”

Kory turned slowly by the door and looked at the girl, surprised, a smile attempting to cross her lips.

Mom.

Rachel never calls her mom.

Not in a night without nightmares, anyway.

“Yes, honey?”

“When is uncle Conner visiting us again?” The seven year old drew herself into the purple blankets, covering part of her face.

“He just left,” Kory said, smiling. “…But soon, I hope. He’s a very busy man, you know?”

“But he said he’d always come on weekends. He promised to get me a unicorn!”

“That was three hours ago, Rachel,” she said softly, trying her best not to make the little girl sound unreasonable. “And I am sure he will bring you the most colorful unicorn.”

“With all the colors?”

“All of them. But you need a few more sleeps before that.”

“Fine.” The girl huffed and puffed before turning away, and when Kory assumed she had succumbed to weariness, she asked:

“Can we have a cat?”

“No, darling, we can’t. I told you the last time that cats are not allowed here.”

“But I saw one!”

Rachel exclaimed and sat up straight, turning the lights on. “I saw one. Today.”

Kory shook her head and knelt, smoothing her hands down the agitated girl’s arms. “Rach…”

“I saw one! Behind the grumpy man!”

“Who?”

Rachel rolled her eyes and pointed to the left wall, indicating Dick’s apartment.

Kory suspired. Of course it was him.

“Mommy will see it in the morning, ok? I promise.”

The little girl nodded and hugged her guardian, kissing her in the cheek before slipping below the covers again.

“Nighty night!”

Kory smiled. “Nighty night, baby.”

#dickkory #titans #titans tv #dcu titans #anna diop #brenton thwaites #dick grayson #kory anders #starfire #nightwing #robin #koriandr #romcom #fanfic #fanfiction #fan story #writing #dc #freeform #AU #neighbors #enemies to lovers #found family #donna troy #rachel roth #teacher!kory #catdad!dick grayson

[viviskull]

@talesofnovembria liked for a shitty doodle!

#Just a lil something I like! {Mun Art} #I can't see shit {Shitpost} #A Nerd Behind a Nerd {OOC} #((I don't know how to draw furries so you get an okay attempt from my mouse hjDCFGHSDF)) #;; ok to rb ;;

[rosepetalwings]

Oh I'm More Than Glad To Talk About Deeprune

ok so lets run through the au in sections

DEEPRUNE

Story:

The cast are now all mythological mermaid/siren creatures.

The Light World is the epipelagic zone (and upper half of mesopelagic zone) of the ocean and live in ignorance of the strange creatures that look as they do in the twilight below...

Dark World is mid-mesopelagic and below, full of frightening sea creatures those so blessed to live in sea reef coral homes could never hope to fathom... and should never hope to meet.

One day, one of the 4 kings of the ocean basins drew help from a powerful, unknown force and imprisoned his peers at the bottom of the deep sea trenches... And to this day, he rules his little area, biding his time for the day the Dark can take over the Light.

That is, of course, unless a very human looking siren, a sea crocodile tough girl, a bioluminscent jellyfish(?) fluffy boy, and a villainous... cloaked hybrid thing can fulfill a very familiar prophecy...

Locations:

Light Zone

Hometown - A bright and cheerful coral reef with a good amount of merfolk in the community.

School ‐ Building constructed out of stone and hidden amongst normal marine foliage and coral. Normal congregations of school akin to what the land-dwellers (or terrans, as the merfolk might call them) do for their own children.

Hospital ‐ Made in the same way as the school and serves the same function as its land counterpart. The hospital does have different instruments to serve its marine patients, however.

QC's diner - Hidden under a rock shelf and is more of an open seating arrangement. Fan coral serves as a sort of decorative barrier to keep the seating plan from being too open.

ICEE's p"e"zzeria - Incredibly conspicuous and placed between the brightest coral on the reef for the attention-grabbing colors. High visibility means free advertising, no?

The Graveyard - In a clearing among the kelp forest, there lies a set of engraved stones covered in algae. It's especially quiet there. Peaceful when you focus on the sunlight filtering in through the kelp stalks.

The bunker - Placed just before the continental shelf begins to fall off into complete and utter darkness. The merfolk in town warn their children to never near that area.

Dark Zone

????? - A craggy mess of rocks on the outskirts of the continental shelf. The light begins to grow strange here for whatever reason...

Castle Town - A shipwreck amongst the craggy rocks in the dark where a strangely kind shadowy figure lives.

Field - A seemingly endless stretch of ocean in which a Lightner's vision alone cannot be used to find one's way in the dark, lest they be horribly lost until the end of time. Or lest they stray further down, where it grows darker, yet darker...

The Scarlet Forest - Not really a forest, per se. More a jestful remark over the collection of sea creatures that have evolved to have a red tone to their skin as camouflage in the watery depths. The creatures are so very frightening and strange with their sharp-toothed open maws and flashy photophores. Strange to think how normal this all is down in the depths...

Great Board - The inlets and caves that checker the continental slope and house very many deep sea merfolk. Very many large tunnels dug out to house many of the population and keep them interconnected as a society. Alas, this stationary grouping also makes them vulnerable to the power of kingly apex predators.

The Castle - Hidden within the depths of the Mariana Trench. None of the Board have seen the castle in such grave depths and lived to tell the tale. None but a strange barreleye and his hyper young ward...

Characters:

Lightners

Kris - A mostly human-shaped siren, save for fishy bits, including but not limited to, gills and an iridescent shine to their hair. Always sneaking off to play tricks on unsuspecting beach goers. Kind of a quiet kid but their mischievous grin says it all for them.

Susie - A rude, rough-and-tumble kind of sea crocodile gill girl that does not appreciate nautical wordplay. She will appreciate your lunch money, though.

Noelle - The most nervous kelpie you'll ever meet. Easily provoked but she's very sweet and intelligent and perhaps she's a shade dorky, but it's through that dorkiness she'll find a way to make you smile.

Asriel - Sweet and effortlessly loveable and smart and talented capricorn brother to Kris who's just gone off to do independent study in a different sea basin! He's coming back to town next week; Kris seems a little downcast as of late, though...

Alphys - Marine iguana teacher at the reef's local school. Please don't ask her for her reviews on neat human media she's managed to salvage, we'll be here all week.

Undyne - The undying undine on everyone's minds! ...Because she's likely tried to tackle you for minor offenses like littering or jay-swimming in the humdrum life of this little reef town. She's somewhat of a vigilante, working by her own judicial metrics and warning the reef of any terran sightings or other such troubles. Not much to report on though, these days...

Toriel & Asgore - The capricorn divorcees. Haven't you heard; the news has spread all over the place! What a shame too, they looked just like the perfect reef family...

Sans and Papyrus - The strange brothers that just moved into the reef... Coelacanth merfolk with mottled, skeletal appearances. The shorter brother "runs" the reef market. ...If you can get a fin in the door, anyway. The taller one hasn't made much of a public appearance in town yet; hard to comment on him.

Darkners

Ralsei - The prince of the prophesy, as well as the bringer of Light to the Dark, as symbolized through his charmed hat and cloak, to make him appear as though he is but a jellyfish that sways with the currents. Seems to be as soft in personality as a jellyfish's bell though.

Lancer - A hooded, mischievous figure that's always up to no good. It's kind of hard to tell what he is, with his short, stubby tentacles and furry, webbed paws, but he's kind of too adorable and personable to care much about it. Popular vote's on dumbo octopus though.

Rouxls - A vigilant barreleye with his haunting eyes always to the sky in search of tributes to pay his king or danger from which to protect the child of a royal bloodline he's been entrusted to care for. He's ditzy and kind of an asshole, but deep down, he's got a good SOUL... that glows through his transparent chest.

Seam - Ah? Looking for wares? Seam's will definitely have something to cure what ails you. The old anglerfish sits behind the shop counter, items lit only by the faint light of small jellies and the wisened shopkeep's lantern-like forehead protrusion. Go for the low prices and stay for the enchanting tales.

Jevil - A laugh sounds in the dark before you could ever approach his cell. He's nothing but needle teeth smiles when he explains to you the nature of the game. Numbers game. Must be a couple of sharks to have gotten down there in the first place. And this freed jester wouldn't have it any other way - sharks to goblin shark.

King - He is, by all accounts, imperceivable. He is larger than life and covered in shifting, writhing appendages that do not keep the shape you once thought them to be, no matter how hard you attempt to keep your focus on any point of his form. He is Leviathan, and the fact that you are before him means that you are incredibly fucked.

Knight - [REDACTED]

PREVIOUS DRAWINGS

Rouxls and a mysterious man

Unmasked Lancer

okay... i think that's about it! don't be afraid to ask for more clarification on anything, i know i gave general overview/musing blurb of... kind of everything i could think to describe! hope this is fine!

or ask me to infodump on another of my AUs! ;3c

#deltarune #utdr #safeutdr #deltarune au #deeprune #long post #spooky writes #body horror mention

[casper-has-a-cat]

ok so prefacing this by saying I've never actually seen yuuri on ice but I do read a lot of sickfic for it lol so if you don't think this would be OOC I would LOVE to see yuuri really sick all day without victor there and not realizing until victor comes home and they both kind of freak out. and maybe yuuri ends up puking all over cause he's totally caught off guard so victor just has to calm him down and finally get him into bed

lol can’t believe i thought i had the self-control to wait to write this fic.  lies.

aaanyway, thank you so so so much for the ask!!!  it was super fun to write, and i hope you like how it turned out!!!

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below!

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okay, you’ve been warned!  please enjoy the fic!

“I’m home!”  Viktor shouts as he enters his apartment.  Their apartment, he remembers, and smiles, his eyes searching the room for Yuuri.  Instead he finds Makkachin, jumping up for a hug.  Viktor laughs, squeezes her tight, and kneels down to plant a kiss on the top of her furry head before standing again and returning to his initial task: finding his fiancé.  Normally, when Yuuri has a day off, Viktor returns from the rink to find the younger skater waiting for him on the couch.  Today, however the couch is empty.

Viktor frowns, confused, but Makkachin nudges his hand and turns around, looking back for a moment so that he knows to follow her.  She leads him to the middle of the living room, then nudges a large pile of clothes - Viktor’s clothes - with her nose, sniffing around in a way that seems almost distraught.

“What is it, girl?”  Viktor whispers, giving his dog a back rub before pulling a pair of pants off the top of the pile.  Makkachin’s tail starts wagging and she licks Viktor’s cheek, so he picks up his pace and ends up making a mess of the room, throwing clothes every which way.

Then, all of a sudden, there’s no more clothes, and instead there’s Yuuri.  His cheeks are flushed and the skin around his eyes is puffy, the way it gets when he’s been crying.

“Yuuri…”  Viktor’s voice is soft, and he brushes a light hand over Yuuri’s cheek.  It’s the touch that wakes the younger man, and the way he rubs one of his eyes with a balled fist before opening them is possibly the most adorable thing Viktor has ever seen in his life.

“Wha-“ Yuuri starts, and then Yuuri sees Viktor and suddenly he’s in an upright seated position with a wide, drowsy, relieved smile on his face.  “Ah, Viktor~!”

For a moment, it’s like Yuuri is drunk, the way he almost-sings Viktor’s name, the way he sways back further than he’d intended after sitting up, the flush of his cheeks.  There’s also a sock on his head that he doesn’t seem to notice.  But then Yuuri sways forward and falls right on Viktor’s chest, and he doesn’t smell like alcohol at all.  Not only that, but instead of being bloated, he feels notably thinner than normal.

Yuuri’s whole body is shaking as he wraps his arms around Viktor.  “I missed you,” Yuuri says, his voice still lilting.  Charmed to his toes, Viktor returns the hug and Yuuri murmurs, “Vitya.”

Yuuri’s face is hot to the touch, and with it nuzzled up, flushed against his neck, Viktor starts to put the pieces together.  As gently as he can, Viktor pulls away from the hug.  He holds both of Yuuri’s arms firmly so that he can get a good look at him.

Curious brown eyes stare back as Viktor takes in the pallor of Yuuri’s skin and the shivers running through his body.  Viktor’s eyebrows furrow together.

“Yuuri, love, why are you on the floor, covered in all of my clothes?”

The question transforms Yuuri’s curiosity to uncertainty, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for meaning in his surroundings.  Instead he finds complete bewilderment.

“Yuuri?”  Viktor caresses Yuuri’s jawline, drawing his attention back to the conversation.  Yuuri opens his mouth, and then closes it, twice, before he’s able to speak.

“I was doing the laundry,” he says, finally, looking around him at the clothes scattered around the room.  “But then I missed you, a lot, and it seemed like you were taking forever to come home, and-“

And Yuuri was starting to get frantic, so Viktor reeled him back in again by kissing one of the younger man’s shaking hands.  “I’m here now, love, it’s okay.”

Viktor squeezed his hand and Yuuri nodded, took a deep breath, and then went on in a quiet voice.  “Your clothes smelled like you, so I didn’t want to wash them.”

This seemed to upset him, so Viktor smiled.  “That’s very sweet of you, darling,” he assured, a bit absentmindedly, while placing a hand on Yuuri’s forehead.  He was not surprised at all by the amount of heat coming from it.  Makkachin whimpered.

“Yuuri, love, do you feel alright?”

Once again, the question seemed to confuse Yuuri, but Viktor waited patiently, and watched carefully as Yuuri’s eyebrows furrowed.  Ever so slowly, Yuuri’s whole face seemed to crumple, as if he were watching the end of the world, and a heavy, awful, body-jarring sob overtook him.

“Yuuri- oh,” Viktor brought Yuuri into his arms and tried not to let himself be too upset by the continued sobbing.  “It’s okay, love, just tell me what hurts.”

But Yuuri just shook his head, wiping snot onto Viktor’s workout sweatshirt and attempting to pull him closer, even with shaky muscles.  Viktor petted the back of Yuuri’s neck and smiled shakily as Makkachin nudged them both in hopes of offering comfort.

“Yuuri, darling, we need to get you in bed,” Viktor said, starting to stand, and releasing Yuuri in the process.  “And when-“

“Don’t - hic! - go!”  Yuuri’s desperate, shaky, hiccup-y sob stopped Viktor in his tracks.  His voice lowered to a raw whisper and his breath hitched, “Please.”

“Of course,” Viktor whispered, kneeling in front of the sick man and taking both of Yuuri’s hands in his own.  “Of course I’ll stay right here with you.  But I want you to feel better, and a good sleep will help with that.”

But Yuuri was shaking his head, not even listening.

“Yuuri, please.  When was the last time you ate?”

And the fact that Yuuri blanched should have been a tip off, but Viktor didn’t notice it.  He was simply to focused on things that might help.  Instead, he ended up causing more problems.  “I’ll make you katsudon, if you want!”  Viktor was quite proud of himself for thinking of that, and for the fact that he indeed knew how to make it, but Yuuri was much less impressed.

Unfortunately, Viktor didn’t realize this until the younger man suddenly belched loudly and vomited up a small mouthful of puke onto the pile of Viktor’s clothes.  A single sob escaped his mouth before a larger splash of sick, and then another, followed, and then it was once again back to full-blown crying.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Viktor murmured.  “Don’t cry, you’ll only make it worse.”

And it did.  Yuuri threw up again and again, until all that was left was thin bile, and then all that was left was air, and then, finally, he was out of energy for even dry heaves, and fell against Viktor.  By that time, the pile of clothing was a mess of barf and sweat, but Viktor had somehow managed to keep Yuuri’s clothes puke-free.  Tears were still running down Yuuri’s face, silently now, but Viktor hoped that the worst was over.

“Yuuri, I’m going to pick you up, okay?”  Viktor asked.  Yuuri nodded slightly and clutched tight to Viktor’s sweatsuit as the older man lifted him up and brought him to bed.

“Don’t leave,” Yuuri croaked, his voice raw from throwing up.  Viktor smiled.

“I’ll be right here,” he said.  “I’ll get in bed next to you, but I need to get a few things first.  Is that alright, love, if I promise to come back?”

With a bit of reluctance, Yuuri nodded.  As quickly as he could, Viktor changed into clean clothes and gathered supplies - water to drink, water for wetting rags, rags themselves, a large bowl, a thermometer, and a packet of Saltines.  Then he was back.

By the time he got there, Makkachin had made herself into Yuuri’s pillow and the sick man’s eyes were drooping shut, but he waited until Viktor was in bed and curled around him before allowing himself to fall asleep.

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