Currently feverish and sick, so this may not make any sense to anyone but me. But in the movie, keatlejuice makes a quip about how he was there during the black death - in my mind this means he's intimately familiar with how illness and disease affect breathers. And while before it was funny at best and kind of annoying at worst, he now actually has a breather he doesn't want to be sick, especially if it could possibly end with them no longer breathing. Add this to the fact that this loser has the emotional maturity of a rotting cabbage, and you have the perfect recipe for disaster whenever you get sick.
He's trying to play it cool, but he's hovering like crazy and jerking his head up every time you cough or sneeze. He's burning through cigarettes faster than you can keep track of, though between your chest cold and your asthma you have to remind him to keep it as far away from you as possible (which he definitely doesn't like but after triggering more than one coughing fit it seems to get through his thick head that it's necessary). He won't sit still either, pacing around your house and trying to find something to distract him from this annoying bubble of worry in his chest. He hates feeling this way, hates that some stupid breather has managed to worm their way under his skin and lodge themselves in his unbeating heart, but he can't seem to pull himself away from you.
He definitely won't be the attentive loving type when you're sick, at least not at first. Maybe with time and a wearing down of the mask he's built up all these centuries he'll be better about it, but for now he's trapped between the uncaring jackass persona he's perfected and the desire to mold himself along your body and make sure your heart keeps beating beneath his ear. So you get this weird in-between: intense hovering and vigilance with a bitchy attitude and crappy bedside manner that almost makes you want to kill him. But it never escapes your notice that the blankets stay up around your shoulders and your cold water never goes room temperature no matter how long you sleep, and that's enough for now.
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If you are comfortable with this, could you write one with Barbara and Adam Maitland with the dialogue “you may not find my dad jokes funny, but I have other ways of making you laugh.”
i realized only after i finished this that i forgot to include the dialogue NOOOOOOO
this is the same premise tho, hope u enjoy it!!!
Not a House, But a Home
“Honey, can you fix us some lunch while I finish this up?” Barbara calls, dropping her paintbrush into the glue bucket. She gathers up the remaining wallpaper as neat as possible and sets it out of the way.
This house of theirs is really starting to feel like a home. A little too big for just the two of them, but there’s nothing to be done about that. That ‘expanding the family’ conversation always ends in a depressingly existential place, and well…why think about that when she can put up new wallpaper?
The sickly yellow of the original house had always felt like a bad omen, but she’s hoping this pastel brocade will really liven up the place. Maybe the green would bring them some luck in their new lives.
“Adam, I’m hungry,” Barbara calls again, frowning at where the wallpaper’s already starting to lift.
She’s never claimed to be good at renovations, anyways. Thank god she didn’t start with their disaster of a bathroom.
“Hi hungry, I’m dad.” Adam calls back, rounding the corner with a glowing smile.
“Ha ha.” Barbara puts her hands on her hips and huffs a strand of hair out of her face.
“You’ll never believe what I found in one of our boxes.” Adam brandishes a worn, bright blue book with garish text on the cover. The saturation is so intense that Barbara can hardly read it. He flips through it, muttering to himself, and stops on a random page.
“What’s brown and sticky?” He reads, mischief dancing in his eyes. She stares blankly at him.
“A stick!” He laughs—genuinely laughs, as if Barbara had told the joke herself. She rolls her eyes fondly.
“Aw, I thought that one would get you.” Adam pouts.
“Dad jokes just aren’t funny.” She shrugs. He flips through the book again.
“What kind of drink can be both bitter and sweet?” Adam pauses dramatically. “Reali-tea.”
“That’s just depressing, babe.” Barbara sighs.
“You’re right. Oh! Here’s another one—when does a dad joke become a dad joke? When it becomes…apparent. Get it? Apparent?” He wheezes, nudging her shoulder. She smiles, but more at his antics than anything.
“Yes, I get it. You goofball.” She swats his shoulder.
“But you still didn’t laugh.” He frowns.
“Traditionally, people laugh at jokes that are funny. I don’t think your book is going to help you with that.” She kisses his cheek, resigning to make lunch herself while Adam works this little tangent out of his system.
“No, wait, I’ve got a winner.” Adam tosses the book onto the dining room table. He wraps his arms around her waist from behind, stopping her escape to the kitchen.
“How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?”
“Uhm…I dunno?” Barbara instinctually leans back into him, looking fondly up and over her shoulder at his giddy face.
“Ten-tickles!”
“Waitwaitwait, Adam! Ohoho nohoho!” Barbara tosses her head back into his shoulder as he tickles her. He kisses her temple as if he isn’t the problem.
“So you do find my jokes funny!” Adam gasps happily. Barbara squirms in his grasp, her whole face scrunched with laughter.
“N-No I don’t!”
“Then why are you laughing?” Adam asks directly into her neck. He’s wise enough to dart out of the way, having enough past practice getting headbutted by her to be quick in his shenanigans. He zips between the sides of her neck, planting fluttery little kisses that make her knees and lungs go weak.
Barbara cackles, slapping her hands over her mouth to muffle herself. Adam tickles her ribs because he’s mean, he’s so mean, and she grabs his wrists instead. He picks her up a little, vibrating a claw into her stomach, and she kicks her legs with everything she has.
“Hey. Hey Barbara. What kind of music do chiropractors listen to?” He squeezes her sides, ensuring nothing but squeals can escape her. “They listen to hip pop!”
“Adam!”
“Wanna hear a joke about construction? Ah, sorry. Still working on it.”
“Okay, okahahay, you’re funny!” She pats his hand frantically, doubling over in his arms. He lets her go, but not without one last squeeze to the waist. She grabs his hands before he can get any more ideas.
He kisses her, one of those great big mwahs! that she never gets tired of. God, he’s a dork. Her dork.
“‘Kay, now it’s definitely sandwich time.” She pats his chest, sucking in a deep, giggly breath. Her legs are still a little wobbly underneath her.
“Y’know, I’ve been trying to write a song about sandwiches.” Adam grins.
“Don’t—“
“It’s really more of a wrap.”
Barbara sighs with fond exasperation. Adam leans in for another kiss, running off to the kitchen with a yelp when she pinches his side. She waits until she hears the clanging of utensils to release the chuckle she’s holding.
“A wrap. Classic.” She shakes her head and snickers.
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The lads are being cute again. I don't know a whole lot about harps, but I reckon it would be hard to play one with claws and only three fingers on each hand...
Yessssss more colonists!
I'm no expert, but I think that our android guests are pushing their luck hanging out in the hot spring in the rain. That can't be good for them, right??
Other things that happened today that I didn't get screenshots for (mostly coz I was panicking) and have not drawn include:
The new kid on the block, Henry, had a birthday (on his second day with us) and turned 7. As a birthday gift, he got a bionic leg to replace his wooden foot alongside the 'neat' trait. Lovely!
Eureka got raided by waster pirates, and as we were still recovering from the last devastating raid, Albina used a psycast called "Summon Pack" from Vanilla Psycasts Expanded, which (as the name suggests) summoned a pack of manhunter animals to attack the pirates. This was extremely effective and sent the pirates fleeing, with Albina as the only casualty because using the psycast put her in a coma for two hours.
One of the pirates was downed but not killed, and she looked interesting, so we captured her for recruitment purposes. Her name was Zadie, she had cool pink and blue hair, and she was a greedy bisexual rebellious heavy sleeper.
Zadie tried to break out of prison as soon as she could walk again, and while Baz walked over to stop her with his spear, Barghest took a shot at her with his double-barreled shotgun and killed her immediately. Now she's dead, and he's ridden with guilt about it because she was apparently an "innocent prisoner".
It's been a very exciting day, all in all!
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Imagine playing Animal Crossing with Seven.
You're finally getting to visit his island. He's been hyping it up for a while now and you were admittedly curious how a man like him would decorate his virtual space. You're not sure what you were expecting, but you honestly should have seen this coming. When you get there, it is the craziest hacked town you've ever seen. There's everything from scattered trees bearing every conceivable collectable crafting item to the town hall being submerged in the ocean to every villager being replaced with Zipper T. Bunny. You have a slight suspicion that some of his feature manipulation was done specifically to coax an entertaining reaction from you. You are both astounded and concerned.
"Seven, you can't do that! What if your account gets banned for hacking??"
"Hehehe...they'll never catch me~"
He will hook you up with the best items if you ask nicely.
He is capable of decorating like a sane human being, he just has more fun making you freak out.
After your first visit, he starts sending you cute letters every so often. It never fails to make you smile when you log on and check your mailbox to find one or two short and silly letters from the great 707 himself.
"Baam! It's God 707 coming in to bless you with the spoils of my hard work. No need to thank me, it's all part of my job to provide for my honey~ Hahaha, I sounded a bit like Zen there for a second, didn't I?"
"...Seven, please stop mailing me golden toilets."
You two may even be able to rope Yoosung into joining if you can get him away from LOLOL long enough.
"Lololololol, Y/N, I told Yoosung I'd get him some new armor in LOLOL if he could catch a tarantula...and he just about cried when he missed!"
"But there were so many of them! Seven, you didn't tell me there would be so many! How did you even spawn that many at once??"
"That's beside the point."
Overall, you guys have a lot of fun together. Seven is often pretty busy, so you treasure the nights that he has the time to go fishing or bug hunting with you, the two of you chatting the whole time. It's a time of peace. Or... well, as peaceful as anything can be when you're doing it with Seven. But you wouldn't have it any other way.
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