Entirely for the purpose of procrastination I shall now confess that Salazar went from simpy interesting to “hell yes” due to his little bun. 

Unfortunately for some tiny! Vampires, neglectful owners and back alley shops are their demise.

People get them and treat them like an object, leaving them in some little plastic carrier cage with no food. They either starve to death, or are thrown away/killed by annoyed humans; irritated by their squalls for food.

A few tinies are able to escape this if they retain their minds. But those that don't who find themselves in this situation, slowly die.

These tend to chirp and trill as they sit in their prison, unaware of the danger.

Until one day they stop singing and their owner finds them motionless on the floor of whatever cage they had them in.

This rarely happens though, most tiny vampires find loving homes.

Ben and works tirelessly to ensure no tiny ends up in such an awful position.

SST: A Spoonful Of Sugar (And A Whole Lotta Salt)

[Entry log #15]

I think it’s still way too soon to determine whether or not the effects of the therapy are gonna be beneficial, or if it’s gonna take a completely different approach to make the men of La María Silenciosa start to accept the nature of their trauma and actually process it in order to move on. The repetitions required from baking, the precise instructions, the sensory pleasure and the tangible feeling of one’s work, combined with the whole mind-body focus, might be a powerful instrument in order to help deal with their stress and anxiety.  

Point is I won’t be able to get how much of it works until I manage to obtain one-on-one interviews with them, and until now that’s been downright impossible, these guys just won’t separate from each other, which is all but unimaginable considering what they’ve been through together. As of now, the only member of the crew I’ve talked to alone is the Capt- I mean El Capitán [note to self: never, under any circumstances, anglicize the title] and that encounter only managed to put down in black and white - with the risk of some red on my part - that he and his men are willing to try these métodos revolucionarios if it means they might get rid of their Curse. 

Even though I clearly insisted that psychology has nothing to do with breaking curses - which, by the way, I had no idea existed until my professor handed me their case without any warning whatsoever, thank you sooo much Mr Shelby - they seem adamant in believing so, and for my part I know it’s best not to further discuss the subject with them until later progresses are made. For their sake and mine.

Meanwhile I’m glad to say I’ve noticed some changes throughout the experiment: some of them have willingly shed some of their clothing in favor of some modern (to read: clean and whole) attire, if only part of it. For my part I’ve made a point not to force this on them as they seemed very hesitant in letting someone else - even each other - examine too closely the extent of their body damage. This could be a good point of discussion in the next session, but I’m afraid I’ll have to split the group to get work done in that department. Sure, some of the Officers are actually glad of covering themselves better [exception made for Officer Nadiez, I still need to find him but the moment he takes off his hat he basically dissapears!], but most of the deckhands are reduced to mere scraps of clothing, and dealing with the fact that they are their clothing is a whole lotta baggage that they all have left to unpack for a generous lot of years. [Note to self: maybe suggest watching The Invisible Man for next week?]

PS Remember to pass by the pharmacy Friday to get that asthma inhaler, all this ash is making my nose tickle, and trying to hold a sneeze in front of a whole lot of armed men is a most terrifying experience! 

Tagging for this mad mad ride @intricatecaprice​ (I swear I’m still working on that Athena picture, on my honor!) @montmartre-parapluie @blukoffee @ghostcaptainsalazar @piratesangel . A super thanks to @captainchipe and @tockamybeloved for your support, that really helped me kicking those last panels yesterday 💕

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This is hilarious, the puns are to die for 😂😂😂

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I Love this! I Love your style! I LOVE the way you draw emotions. The little animations are adorable and gives everything a little bit of spice. I love spice cakes, you think they could bake me some? The idea of them breaking their curse through baking is equally hilarious and sweet. Love it. I love many things about this, but I got to admit that the puns truly take the cake.😏😘

(YOU'RE GOING TO DRAW THE HULA?!!!! *SCREECHES* *JUMPS UP AND DOWN* This is the Good Place.)

Thorin wakes up.

Slowly he heals, mind and body, and, many months later, when he is finally well enough, he sets out east, to bring their hobbit home.

He knocks on the door of Bag End, chest puffed proudly and eyes shining, and when it swings open he releases a shuddering breath he did not know he had been holding. The burglar is alright.

He does not know what reaction he was expecting from Bilbo in return - screaming, fainting, being swiftly drawn into an embrace - but it certainly wasn’t a nochalant, “Oh, hello Thorin,” before turning back down the hall.

There is a pause, before Thorin enters and closes the door behind himself. He stands frozen in the corner, and silently watches the hobbit potter around, completely calm, as if a dead dwarven king appearing in his house is entirely ordinary.

He talks to Thorin quite the thing, not seeming to expect a reply. “Here’s your tea, Thorin, drink it before it gets cold.” “Hamfast’s rhubarb is coming is particularly well now the frost is gone.” “I wrote another chapter of my book yesterday.”

Thorin just does not understand, until Bilbo pauses for a moment, looks at him with the tiniest frown on his face and says, very quietly, “You never usually stay this long.”

Middle Sand Sib uwu x

Dori sees these two and thinks “Maybe this time he won’t leave”

Sorry if this was already done! (’w’)>

I literally did that little muffled scream of pain that sounds like demons crying really far away. 

there is no choice…not for me.

Bilbo grew older, but barely showed it at all. He became a little reclusive as the years turned, and took to writing in his study more and more often. Thorin read over his shoulder. It never occurred to him that he shouldn’t.

Just wanted to make a “Dis meets Bilbo” and baby Bilbo happened. I just love all the fandom’s headcanons for Dis <3