Your name is TAURRIEL RUFFIORE PUPAFEYE and you are very very dead.
(reboot of an independent Summoner alternate blog. It's never been canon, and it never will be. His tag is "thedashsummoner")
Current state: horns taken completely off, back to his normal appearance
and here we have harry potter literally standing on a pile of letters to try and catch one that is still in the air. there are clearly reasons why he doesn’t get sorted into ravenclaw
they’d never let him in Hufflepuff either if he’s that shit at finding things
and then he says NOT SLYTHERIN NOT SLYTHERIN so really, the sorting hat’s flaps were tied
press play and watch the gif.
just trust me.
IF TUMBLR HAD A HIGHLIGHT REEL THIS WOULD BE IN IT
It’s on my dash again
i missed itaaaaahahahahahahahaha yay
Ahoy, sssailor!
well blow me down
The one with the face in the hat kills me
/WHEEZE LITTLE SAILOR HAT
Whoever says snakes aren’t adorable as fuck can get out
She chirps quietly but happily, more than pleased to be getting hugs. While he’s down low enough for her to reach, she smooches his cheek and then his lips too because why not. Nothing wrong with some smooches for a friend. Papa Taurrie needs all the smooches.
“He’ll probably be back soon.” The Vriska frowns and starts to cough, pressing her side as she’s supposed to until it passes. Ugh. Lungs are gross, especially when they’re hurt. When it passes, she’s just a little less perky, but still pretty cheerful. “What should I draw first?”
He makes happy little chirps as well, because smooches are good and he’s glad to share them with a dear friend. He looks a little uneasy as she starts coughing, wishing he could somehow help, but all he can really do is frown and wait for it to pass.
“Hmmmmm….. Idunno, whatever you want, I guess! If I were you, though, I would totally draw something for the nurses. You never know what they might letcha get away with if you schmooze ‘em right.” u - u
Her whole face lights up at the sight of the donuts. Breakfast this morning was red jell-o which, while certainly more palatable than the orange junk with the carrots, was still nothing compared to the greasy goodness of a donut. She reaches over and snatches one from the box at about the speed of molasses. That first bite of donut is the best tasting thing she’s ever had.
“Yoooooooou are amazing. This is our little secret.” By which she means she’s going to post it to Tumblr. That’s okay, though. The hospital staff probably isn’t going to check her blog ever. She keeps nibbling away at the donut while he unloads the art supplies, taking it easy just in case. The puzzles bring another smile to her face.
“Dandy will like those.” The last of the donut is done away with and she wipes her hands on her minty green gown, the one with the stupid tiny flower print. When she deems herself tidied up enough, she makes little grabby hands for him. “Come here, I need to give you a smooch.”
“Yeaaaah that’s why I brought em, I remember he liked puzzles and they’re good for boring hospitals. Figured he’d appreciate having something to do too.” He nods matter of factly and smiles, sitting up to veeeeeery carefully hug the vriska and position himself for smooches. Yes smooches are good.
This hospital stay has, in Vriska’s opinion, already been too long. Now that she’s able to stay on a lower dose of morphine, she’s finding herself more and more bored. There are only so many times you can count the spots on the ceiling or cry over animated kids movies. After a while (read: two hours) it gets pretty damn old.
Dandy is away showering and changing again when Taurrie comes in. Vriska smiles brightly at him and gives him a little wave, movements still a little dumb and slow. She’s still pale and her eyes are ringed with the dark circles of someone who is learning firsthand how hard it is to sleep in a hospital. Really, she just looks like shit. All things considered, that’s not too bad. Better than looking dead.
“Hey, sup?” Her voice is still raspy at the edges, but is stronger than it’s been in days. The breathing exercises have been doing their job.
His smile softens a bit as he sees how rough she looks. That pang that’s been digging into his heart digs a little deeper and he feels even worse for not being around when he was needed. Dandy was probably falling apart at the seams when she got hurt. At least she’s getting better… He’s gonna whoop dandy’s ass though, until he’s eating and resting. Maybe he can take a little of the weight off his shoulders by keeping Vriska company. She looks like she could use it anyways because hospitals are boring as fuck.
“Okay I buttered up the nurse in charge of this ward and you didn’t hear it from me, but you can have /one/. Anybody asks and she smacked it right out of your hands and I forced it on you.” He holds up the box of doughnuts for emphasis and smiles, all hushedy hush as he moves to sit beside her bed.
“I also brooooought some supplies” The bag is set on the floor with a heavy thunk and he pulls out a sketchbook and a box of pencils and crayons and anything else artsy he could find that the hospital wouldn’t freak out about her having. He also pulls out his husktop and the charger, setting it on the little scooty table that moves to hover over her lap when it’s turned. And then he pulls out a puzzle with horses on it and a few coloring books because hey Dandy’s gonna get bored too and he knows he likes puzzles.
It’s a bit of a hassle getting outside the hospital. he had originally planned to just pop into the room with presents and chill out, but then he remembered this is a hospital with visiting regulations and security. The last thing he wants is to cause her trouble or be banned from visiting again.
He appears around the corner from the hospital, somewhere he won’t be seen by security cameras. Humans get kinda uppity about aliens popping up from fuck nowhere, especially if they get caught. They can rationalize a lot of things away, but video proof makes things difficult. In a short minute he’s made his way through the hospital, checking in and politely charming a few of the nurses along the way. He’s an alien, but he’s an attractive one with a Spanish accent. Plus it never hurts to be on the good side of the staff in a place like this, you never know when you’ll need to pull a few strings. ;o
He finds his way to Vriska’s room and knocks lightly on the door frame, smiling and holding up a bag of goodies. He’s not supposed to be bringing her solid food, but one of the nurses had a sweet tooth and she scored a maple bacon donut or two. Luckily he brought plenty.
still makes ic dick joke
NOW THATS DEDICATION
i FIGURED OUT HOW TO PUT ONE OF MY BABIES ON MY BLOD AND i DID THE CODING ALL BY MYSELF, i am so proud of myself you guys,
aLSO THE LITTLE ANIMATED SPRITE THINGY WAS DONE BY MY HOOPY FROOD OVER HERE AND HE’S WAY TALENTED HE MADE A BUNCH JUST FOR ME, lOOKIT THAT,
