#[flips bc mobile]

[clumsypuppy]

Alex and my farmer Cosmo (he/him)

[hoodieimp]

the thing I was screaming about earlier was somewhat more easily resolved than I was expecting! but still holy FUCK do I hate technology and all of the hoops it makes you jump through to use the most basic functions--

[stinkrascal]

im not responsible for what my posts look like on mobile. if i dont look at it then it isnt real and it cant hurt me right guys

[kotoyin]

Strong and undeniable urge to draw lyra in cute sun dresses

[b3ast0fburd3n]

“ Be still, don't move. " // santiago for eden or hayes

Hayes stares in disbelief at his hand, shaking and panting, face pressed to the tree stump where his severed fingers now lay lifeless. Rough hands hold him firmly in place. He doesn't blame them, they're just following orders. Blood pours from where his left middle and little fingers used to be. As soon as Vaas' pirates let him up, he scurries as far away as he can in his weakened state, cowering with his back pressed against a tree. He holds his quivering, bloody hand to his chest and watches Vaas with wide eyes. Of course Hayes didn't take him seriously when he'd said 'If you show me that finger again, I'm gonna cut it off.' Who would be fucking serious about that? If anyone would be, its Vaas. He knew that and did it anyway. The thoughts come more quickly than he can keep up with, only getting cut short when another throb of pain makes him hiss and swear.

"Be still, don't move."

Hayes' breath is ragged and hollow, only coming and going from instinct. He lets Santiago take his trembling hand to wrap unceremoniously, eyes trained on the man who took him from eight fingers to six.

[exiled-on-mainline]

I NEED A TELEPHONE NOT A FUCKING TABLET KILL YOURSELVES

[last-flight-of-fancy]

hi hello i hope you don't mind but Special Interest Infodump Mode has been activated please keep hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times-

this explanation comes to us courtesy of Dark Road! You know, that cutesy little mobile game where literally the whole cast except the two protagonists dies. This is on brand bc the explanation has it's own fridge horror levels to it if i think too hard about it tbh.

So, worlds have hearts. We've known this since KH1, seen what happens to a world that loses its heart, and how they can be affected. It's rarely been expounded on beyond that however, aside vague allusions to the titular Kingdom Hearts being/harboring the Heart of All Worlds.

(which has. other implications now that i think about it but that's stepping into theorising territory. im sorry im trying really hard to stay on track honest)

fast forward to Dark Road, where we have a bunch of kids venturing out into the worlds for the first time, and as such have to have things explained to them (and thus the audience). NOW i will note here that KH looooooves unreliable narrators and characters imparting incorrect information without knowing it, so there is always the possibility that this could later turn out to be wrong, but currently I see no reason this would be the case and thus for now i feel safe in taking their words at face value unless otherwise contradicted.

Why are there no people? Because each world is alive, and after the Keyblade War sundering THE World into MANY Worlds, each needed to recover and restore what was lost; life, time, movement.

This bit here is important, bc as a result

All of this is the direct result of the Keyblade War of old. Even after so much time, the bits of worlds are *still* recovering, and I do think there's something to be said about how like... the repition between worlds and their apparent stagnation often *stops* after Sora visits them. I don't think it's because Sora's special(tm), but rather just because of who he is; the Dark Road kids are told never to interfere, and as a result the worlds they visit that Sora also visits later are exactly the same to Sora as they were 80+ years before.

But when Sora visits the same world only a short time after his first visit, things CHANGE. Hercules' story moves forward, Simba is having a crisis about being king, Jack Skellington has learned his lesson about Christmas and is on to new shenanigans. And that's only in kh2! in kh3 we see Twilight Town fill with people, barren Olympus expands into a full town (and there's more there too with BBS and how the Wayfinder Trio may have been Olympus' start towards restoring itself completely, and Sora's later arrival more speeding things along)

my point here is *connections*, which is a consistant and overarching theme of the series. Empty worlds are baby worlds, still healing and restoring from being broken away from the rest, and what helps along that healing? Being connected to others.

Which is to say that the keyblade weilder's doctrine of 'do not interfere' while most certainly well-intentioned (as Dark Road also points out, one persons darkness is anothers light, and morality is not a solid truth across worlds, so interfering is risky at best and dangerous at worst), the flip side to this is that without being connected, without that ''interferance'', the world's restoration stagnates and struggles. It will still get there eventually (the Tangled world seems to be doing alright for example), but chances are it might've been a little easier/faster if someone had done a little interfering.

tldr keyblade war broke the worlds and reset them all to zero. As the worlds heal time stops until it's People finally pop back into existance and their stories can resume. And that's how the invisible crowds in early kh games are canon.

[sonic-4-episode-ii]

heres a "quick" list of some hcs regarding physical disabilities, mental illnesses & other stuff that can impair function or is "odd" physically but i dont know the proper term for

might update this every once in a while but for now thats it

spoiler alert: its all chronic pain!

Sonic

Fibromyalgia, big-time. Uses massively thick socks to stop his feet from hurting too much while running.

DID, which starting developing when he was like....4. now that he's (mostly) gotten over his "just push everything down" era, inter-system communications are pretty strong, and he's friends w/ a lot of his headmates

doesnt have the best eyesight (in fact its p awful) but hes convinced he can still see well enough so he refuses to wear his glasses. WILL NOT wear contacts

has NPD

autistic. contrary to popular believe, he doesnt have ADHD

schizophrenia. idk which type or whatever. hes got the hallucinations.

has auditory and visual (???) synthesia which caused him to. make the sonic CD us sountrack. yeah

Tails

HoH, but doesn't like using hearing aids. A bad habit inspired by Sonic's refusal to wear his own glasses

OCD, huge-time. his paranoia can get so bad sometimes that he doesn't even trust Sonic. doing much better in that regard nowadays, though.

tic disorder, hits themself or has their neck turn the other way violently (hurts!!!!!!)

so obviously autistic they get a little embarrassed abt it sometimes

c-ptsd haver

Knuckles

Undiagnosed chronic pain, has no idea what's causing it. Fully believed it was emerald stealing karma for YEARS.

gets weird pinched nerves alot because of some of his old scars being close to nerve endings. ow

has bad eyesight but genuinely didnt realize for years

has a sort of? processing disorder thing? i dont actually know what it is. when you try to talk but actual gibberish comes out n you cant think. someone else had the same hc but i forgot what they called it. but he has that

does actually have a lot of trauma due to being alone for most of his life and being raised by nothing but a rock and maaaaybe some birds. crazy ik

Amy

Horrible, awful eyesight. worst perscription out of ALL of her friends

Hypermobile joints, which is part of why she has such a horrible posture (along w her dysphoria).

abandonment issues due to. yk. being abandoned by her parents, which ends up leading into her getting unhealthily attached to anyone who gives her the time of day (and she arbitrarily decides is totally the one for her)

Shadow

PTSD (canon)

mobility issues (canon)

NPD + maybe borderline...?

Rouge

pretty much 100% deaf, uses hearing aids.

has some kinda smt going on because of the way she grew up but fuck if anyone knows what it actually is.

Blaze

Had anorexia for years, which has caused a lot of muscle weakness. Now that she's in recovering, things are a lot better, but she still uses a cane most of the time.

has depression, anxiety and self-worth issues due to being bullied as a child. not just for her flame powers

double anxiety bc of people trying to take her shit

Silver

similar to Blaze, weak thanks to a really bad diet as a kid.

due to genetic mutations caused by radiation, contamination of drinking water & food, and extreme changes in the environment, silver has four arms

also a really weird immune system that flip-flops from being disturbingly strong to scarily weak (can eat actual trash somehow but a cold puts him out of the running for weeks)

anxiety + separation issues. tries to be stoic abt it tho

has dyscalculia And dyslexia, struggles with understanding english especially

Vanilla

chronic exhaustion + fibromyalgia from a young age. sort of worried cream will end up having it too

Cream

weak immune system due to lots of childhood illness. might not be able to be vaxxed bc of it

gets ear infections really easily, made significantly worse w all the dirt she kicks up from flying with her ears

unspecified panic disorder due to trauma. tries to stay brave

Charmy / charmie / charmee

constantly low blood sugar due to weird bee stuff + inconsistent diet as a kid

he thinks hes funny :/

might have autism and/or adhd

Espio

undiagnosed mobility issues. can climb fine, but has trouble walking and cant run. uses a cane

anxiety he refuses to talk abt to anyone except the other chaotix and, very rarely, silper

Vector

self-inflicted hearing loss. went to too many concerts

developed anxiety after taking care of charmy and espio for so long. thanks kids

Sticks

OCD. tends to unintentionally encourage tails's delusions. currently getting experimental therapy thats working rlly well

somehow has almost every possible vitamin deficiency

Eggman

tics similar to sonic and tails's

OSDD

NPD

Neo Metal Sonic

transfeminine metal sonic from the main au

chronic headaches after episode metal

joints tend to seize up when chilly for too long. although shes immune to water, its worse when shes cold

tics due to system errors / bugs she and tails cant fix. she doesnt actually mind them since it makes her feel more connected to her bros :]

memory problems also after episode metal

due to her memory problems she has to memorize stuff by repeatedly being given info and it takes way longer for her to learn things compared to other computers so i think she has a learning disability? bc of that?

has weird backwards sensory issues. lack of harsh lighting or metallic noises unsettles and can overwhelm her

might have NPD

has delusions. getting better at recognizing them, which helps her help tails more

Hyper Metal Sonic

second, transmasculine metal sonic from a spinoff au

self-induced chronic pain (wtf bro)

joints also seize up when cold

Sage

doesnt feel much physically, which leads to her getting bad injuries she barely recognizes for ages

autism beast

Scourge

popcorn lung due to smoking several packs of cigarettes daily so his voice sounds more gruff

everything sonic has also

[dreamscapesofimagination]

A/n: there is no love here yet for Jiro and i need to fix that bc mans is my top fav. We love a tall, sciencey man w hot girl tummy problems over here.

Formatted weird bc I am on mobile!

TW: Fluff! Jiro is a bit insecure. He is also head over heels. Ending kinda sucks bc i couldn't think of how to end it lol

Synopsis: Jiro thought he knew a lot about you- average blood pressure, enzyme values, how your lungs sounded beneath the stethoscope- turns out you are also a talented artist.

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The floorboards creaked as Jiro stepped inside, thankful Yuri had been awake this morning to give him his medication before he had to come do this health check.

Without his meds, he knew he would have to scurry away quickly, and his condition would prevent him from sharing a small breakfast with you.

He didn't quite understand his feelings for you- sure, he knew how endorphins rushed through his system around you and triggered the increase of his heart rate.

He knew the scientific reasons behind his attraction- he just didn't know how to react to it. The two of you had been in limbo- not quite together but closer than just friends.

He knew you reacted the same to him- could see it in the way your heart rate would be erratic on the EKG when he would do it (Yuri had banned him from being around when your heart rate or blood pressure were monitered, and today Jiro was just to draw blood and ensure you appeared well) , or the way your cheeks would warm up when his fingers brushed your skin.

His eyes scanned the church, taking in the homey feeling you had created since moving in.

Plants littered some of the pews, and you had cushions placed around for the cats.

He could hear the shower running, and assumed you were in there. While he waited, he wandered across the old room to set his bag on the desk.

He began pulling out his supplies, before sighing when he realized he had forgotten his pen.

Surely you had one in one of the drawers?

He slid the top one open, eyes widening at what he saw.

A drawing.

Of him.

He carefully pulled out the sketchbook, unable to take his eyes from the drawing as his heart hammered in his chest.

He looked focused in the drawing, and he imagined you had drawn him from one of the times he had helped you study.

Flipping to another page, he felt as if he couldn't breath.

Him again, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

You had talent, and you used it to draw him, a chronically ill ghoul who struggled to hold conversations even with people he liked.

"Jiro?" the sound of your voice caused him to whirl around, guilty he had been snooping.

His breath caught at the sight of you standing there, in a tanktop and pair of shorts, toweling off your hair.

"I-uh- I was just waiting for you to finish, Yuri sent me to take some blood samples and make sure you are well,"

He winced internally at his stumbling words, feeling his stomach turn at his increased anxiety.

"I don't mind you looking at them, you're just so pretty and I wanted to draw you," a blush coated your cheeks at your admission.

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, feeling his own cheeks burn.

You thought he was pretty? Half the time his already pale complexion was sickly due to his condition (and lack of sleep), circles that nearly matched his hair rimmed his eyes- not to mention his frequent bouts of nausea.

He jumped when your hand waved infront of his face, so lost in his own thoughts that your closeness had gone unnoticed.

"Ji, you okay? I'm sorry if I weirded you out." your voice was sheepish and oh so sweet, round cheeks burning with embarrassment.

He quickly shook his head, "no, you just surprised me. I've never really had someone be interested in me."

Jiro's voice was matter-of-fact, and clearly he was not searching for sympathy.

He had accepted his differences, and his schedule didn't exactly leave room for romance- nor did Yuri think such frivoloties were necessary. It wasn't until he met you that the consideration that he may be missing out had even entered his thoughts.

Yuri had even noticed, urging Jiro to just ask you out if only to stop distracting him with his 'mournful, pathetic expression and moony-eyed stares.'

Jiro had never really noticed nor cared about the captains absence of bed-side manner, though that comment had made him very aware of it.

"Well, now you do. I know you're very busy, but maybe one of the times you're free you'd like to do something?" you chewed your lip as you asked, n action he had long since learned you did when you were unsure of yourself.

An action that caused all his attention to fall to your lips, wondering what they would feel like.

"I think that would be enjoyable," his words came out softer than he intended, and your bright smile after his words caused his already hammering heart to nearly stop.

He wasn't sure he'd survive a date with you, but he would need to be incapacitated to not accept the offer.

[probablyin-bed]

if there's 1 thing about mr. eddie munson, it's that he is a mobile sleeper. he moves around so much in his sleep. his hair looks wild and whatever clothes he does wear (just boxers bc he's also a human space heater) are all twisted and practically on backwards.

so, when you sleep over, he is going to maneuver you how he likes. you'll be spooning and if he goes to flip over, best believe you are being flung across the bed so he can keep spooning you. him not holding onto you???? not allowed. you're coming with him. pillows are thrown all over, comforter is half off the bed & the fitted sheet is barely hanging on to the corners of the mattress. just pure chaos meanwhile he is dead asleep through all of it.

you can't help but wake up wondering wtf happened

[thewingedwolf]

tags from @pinkhysteria

Idc what anyone says, getting rid of Hisam was the beginning of the end. It was way too early to turn on one of their own and it started a Butterfly effect of Cameron steam rolling and keeping all the handful intact.

[madamemiz]

oh goodness gracious i'm AAAAAAAAAA i'm gonna giga ramble to you about the fic and awowaugheaorugdfgf one of the reasons I took that fic where it went from your comic because while I was playing, I always wished kerfur could "do more" sit on the couch with you, unlock doors, look at the TV, etc, little things like that to give you a little glimpse into who they might really be one of the things I do think is that kerfur is very, very enthusiastic about the things they do (they go into a full fucking sprint when you give them the report paper), and the same thing would apply to... an advance of some kind... one of the biggest, defining emotions in the game for me was the flip flop between "comfort" and "terror" in one moment, i'm listening to the morning music, kerfur just grabbed the reports, the drives are shipped away and everything is maintained/100% calibrated, nothing is happening, i almost WANT something to happen and the next, i get a jolt of abject terror down my spine because i THOUGHT i saw a shadow man outside and a lot of that comfort came from kerfur, the companionship, the something to lean on for me, the game was a paranoia nightmare until I settled in with that damn adorable robot, and outright fell in love (I was still anxious, but I was mentally prepped when TR3 goes out and you need to reset it on foot, no ATV, trekking in the snow with Kerfur behind me) it's not even like kerfur's design isn't inherently attractive? but you can develop that kind of love because of the way they can make you feel, what they are, what they do, what they become to you and I projected ALL of that onto Kel LMAO

i have this whole living room/bedroom/saferoom (the door has a lock!) set up with two sleeping bags and a hotplate behind the couch and kerfur can't even sit on it >:( just, like my experience with the game, what I felt playing it, what I saw surrounding it the stuff you make hits me in the perfect spot, I wish Guard Mode was a real thing so damn bad kerfur refusing to be used as a tool, a learning, living, thinking thing, every bit as capable of the unfeeling horror those scientists feared capable of feeling hatred, wrath, apathetic disregard, violent tendencies, being influenced but also capable of every good thing in this world, the same as a person, of being nurtured and nuturing, of growing and learning core beliefs, feeling love, feeling warmth, a sense of humor they were scared of a person, and all of the volatility and unknown futures that come with being one, especially from a blank slate. kel and kerfur are the union of flesh and machine, not as a perverse monstrosity, what's seen in kerfu and skerfuro, in the Gray's technology, but bound in love and life. your art is all little snippets and angles of the exact feelings I had turned into pictures and it's <<<33333 which is probably why my fic ended up being the way it was

ROBOT LOVERS COME GET Y'ALL JUICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HELLO HI THIS IS LATE IM SORRY LOL im on mobile most of the time and ask alerts get burried in notifs whoops

anyway i feel you, esp with wishing kerf could do more and such. I've always been a sucker for sentient robots who probably shouldn't be sentient, and the idea of robots gaining sentience and growing very attached to their one special human that their whole world revolves around. is that healthy?? no! is it compelling? very!!! lots of potential for complex and messy feelings on both ends. imagining kerfur growing into sentience very quickly bc kel treats them with dignity and shows them care is so fun, i like thinking about how they could potentially start doing more, leaning more. they start wanting things for themself. they want him. they don't know how to express that, at first

see, *i* think kerfur's design is inherently attractive xjdbjfs. funny story, i actually got lowkey tricked into getting invested in this game bc my partner essentially dangled cute robot on a stick in front of me. and it worked, because im predictable lmao. i defs projected that onto kel too, though. he'd think they're cute, even in their base form, but it's not something he let himself think too deeply about at first. he doesn't want to be weird about it. time and loneliness and companionship wears him down, though. he grows to care deeply far faster than he really should

or at least, that's one version. i like to play around with different versions of how that could go in my mind

i like your upstairs saferoom! i have something similar in mine, i made a comfy hangout spot for them in my second playthrough :3

im glad the stuff i make hits you just right, I'm v flattered ;w; im just always weak for human/robot stuff and never get tired of that trope and all the fun stuff that comes with it

i like other aspects of the game too obvs, but im very attached to kerfur 💜

[mpsansy]

Could you give me a full breakdown of their relationships (how each of them view the others, regrets, fears, insecurities, favorite memories from life and/or death with the other) to each other and Casper? :>

Oh, for sure! This may or may not be a big one. And perhaps one ask I go all over the place for. We'll see.

I'll start off by saying that the trio's relationship is a real unbreakable one. Even if they're worlds apart, the bond they got is real sturdy.

Stretch in Fatso & Stinkie's eyes have always been seen as the leader who can get his head in the game real quick. Can be a fun ghost or an all out brutal spirit that would look at you in the eyes as he shreds you to pieces.

Fatso in Stretch's and Stinkie's eyes is the entertainer. The showstopper who doesn't seem to get mad easily. Gonna have to be more than big words to take the fella down.

Lastly, Stinkie. In his brothers eyes, he's not such a dummy. I mean, they did think about him as that once, but with him reclaiming his memories that all flipped.

In conclusion, they do think greatly of each other. At least by a normal degree.

Additionally, they were raised to understand that a healthy brotherly bond will transcend any borders that could be made. In life and in death.

Their mother, of course, being the one who taught them this. She was always so smart and wise beyond her years.

And on that note, some of their favorite memories do involve their mother. Some would be cooking with her, playing with her, even learning a language that they're father couldn't understand at all.

All of them were clear mama's boys who wanted to make her proud. Not something they'd remember now as spirits, but regardless. It's important for me to say with my version of all them.

I've mentioned their regrets before [here], so I won't say it again. But fears? Hm, well I supposed they already had to live through them.

Fatso's fear turned reality-

Franklin dying in his wife's arms. Never getting a chance to see what beautiful children they had together. Unexpectedly becoming an absent father to his twins, not by choice. One can only hope his daughter Eleanor and son Florence understood that about their father.

Stinkie's fear turned reality-

Silvester losing all his mobility and feeling his throat close up from the poison that took him. That wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that he was all alone throughout the whole situation. He didn't have anyone to hold him just as he took his final painful breaths.

And finally Stretch's fear turned reality-

Simon. He saw a woman who he cherished with all his heart slit her throat in front of him. All in a desperate attempt to breathe, as blood began to spill straight down to the ground.

But wait, it gets worse for him.

Now he had a boy. A boy who he had every right to call HIS SON fall to his death meeting the ocean below.

Yes, it could've been worse like Casper's body being claimed by the ocean. But that pain of feeling that boy's body be completely cold and limp? Flesh from his head shredded and part of his skull exposed??

Simon honestly didn't even care how mangled & cold Casper was, that man held that boy so tight. Letting out the most gruesome scream that made every person stand in pure silence.

A scream of a parent losing a child. If you've ever had the displeasure of hearing it like I have, it yanks at your entire being.

Him slowly losing everyone he loved with all his soul was a fear that came true.

Extra bit:

I can't say exactly how different they'd think of Casper on an individual level (mostly bc this ask is too damn big to add on), but I know altogether the ghostly trio see Casper as this child who holds great potential.

Although he's kind in nature, the passion the child has for protecting the only family he's ever known as spirits that he'd resort to violence? All in the name of protecting them, defending them??

It makes them feel so guilty for tormenting this kid for as long as they did. And the things they did, what they said ro him? They can't take them back.

All they can do is apologize. Sure hope they try to be calm and collected about it. Wouldn't want to choke on the words they need to tell their beloved nephew.

Casper's best memory is of him cuddling up to his mother and presumed father at the time, Simon. How he could remember that memory is odd because he was barely three, but it was so happy for him. He felt wrapped up in love & warmth. Protected by the world he'd soon know to be harsh and brutal beyond comprehensible thought. But in this very moment? He didn't need to worry about all that.

Casper was with his mom and dad. Forever loved and cradled in their loving arms.

Casper's worst fear was just ending up alone. Abandoned by everyone and seen as a failure. Shares part of that fear with his mother and if he had to experience that as a ghost? He'd lose it.

Off that, they don't have any insecurities. Or at least none that I can think of right off the bat.

[the-real-couchrat]

Doodle dump bc I want to post something part one (part two here)

This started as “huh, I wonder how Alcor’s outfits could look in the distant future?” and then devolved into “I wonder how much space I can fill”. This was also inspired by @your-local-uwu-artist ‘s Alcor’s tail concept.

Edit: here is the link to crippling defeat

There was a point at the start where I cot bored so I recolored his outfit with the trans flag

I completely forgot to explain the chest mouth. It’s from a post I haven’t been able to find again but it basically like “my chest just split open into a gaping vertical maw, and PROM IS TOMORROW” and I have never let it go. (If anyone knows it pls send me a link)

Also a Transcendence Comics Black Label doodles

I also read this cool fic abt Alcor getting an assistant thing, and it mentioned a sentient Sweater Stash having margaritas with the sentient Answering Machine, and I needed to draw it (with the Rainbow Basher of course)

Ignore the backgrounds pls, it helps me stay motivated

I re-watched wolfwalkers recently, so the only logical thing to do was to make Alcor one.

And a few months ago I was planning on doing the whole cast from Shooting Stars chapter 294, (by @seiya234 )but I lost motivation pretty quick so take these

I had a temporary Jupiter hyper fixation

(Don’t ask why the man looks like Shaggy, it was an accident)

I’m obsessed over the Flip,Flop,Fly concept for a bit

I thought it’d be cool if he volunteered or lived at a Pegasus stable or something.

Ball gown? Idk I just wanted to put him in a dress.

I’ll link the part two bc apparently there’s a 10 image limit on mobile.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Platonic tadc cast with a child reader Who is like :

"hey, wanna see me do a cartwheel :D"

Basically very spontaneous and chaotic in the adventures lol

Ty!! (and remember to drink water) ;3

TADC cast x chaotic!kid!reader ! (Platonic)

Guys I'm literally so tired I just got done baking a ton of stuff, like I'm talking 12ish hours of non stop cooking and baking I'm going insane im trying so hard not to fall asleep rn because I kinda. Feel bad for not really answering requests today

Anywahs

Hope you enjoy anon!

Written on mobile

CAINE:

Well well how the turn tables (writing caines portion last for once)

Very similar to kinger and ragatha in that he supports everything you do; in fact he encourages your behavior as long as no one is getting hurt. Very loudly (and sometimes obnoxiously) cheers for you

While kinger can only cheer and clap, I think Caine sets off sparkles and fireworks... probably has a whole group of bubbles cheering you on too , assuming there can be multiple bubbles at any given time (I personally think there can be, and they all share a hivemind of sorts)

So what was the occasion that prompted that?

A wonky cartwheel, of which you excited called "a sideways front flip"

(Fun fact from the admin, I called my first cartwheel that bc I didnt know it was called a cartwheel yet)

POMNI:

Anxious parental figure and hyper child, a dynamic that's hit or miss at least for me. Really it depends on how its executed

That said I think she struggles to keep up with you

Constantly scrambling around you make sure you dont fall into any danger. Literally and figuratively...

Her attempts to get you to sit down for more than five minutes fail

Your ass is failing the marshmallow test/j

RAGATHA:

No thoughts only that one clip from adventure time where BMO pretends to be a wheathervane before trying to nose dive off the roof, all while calling for finns attention. Thats you and ragatha, basically (in essence, not exact scenario though)... maybe zooble too, but we'll get there when we get there (I am currently having a brain blast)

Says things like "what am I gonna do with you" everyday, always lightheartedly of course and usually accompanied by a tired chuckle

Generally very supportive of you though, just so long as you're not hurting yourself! Sure, this is the digital world and injuries dont really stick, but still! The pain is still there

JAX:

I mentioned the marshmallow test in pomnis part and I feel like jax would do something similar with you. Except the test is rigged and the candy (which he uses in place of the marshmallow( is actually for him and not for you. So if you actually earn the extra candy you dont even get it

That said I do think jax would feel bad when you get upset about the joke

Anyways

I think he finds it funny, as long as you're not tugging on his overalls and screaming at him for something, or interfering with his plans

Hes not a neglectful rolemodel/familial figure, he just has a short fuse with the above I think, regardless of who it is, kid or not

That said he fully embraces your spontaneous nature

KINGER:

Peepaw and his grandchild, that's it that's literally the dynamic

"Kinger is only 48-"

Hush♡

"Oh that's so lovely, (reader)" when you run up to him with your hands full of god knows what

Eagerly claps and cheers when you show him a new trick you learned

Bonus if you try to recreate or one up his embellished stories in order to make him proud of you (hes always proud of you)

ZOOBLE:

As mentioned in ragathas part, the wheathervane BMO thing is basically in essence you guys' dynamic. Except where I think ragatha would be quicker to pay attention to you, zooble may be a little slower. Not because they dont care about whatever you're trying to display to them, but because I think a lot of the times they kind of mentally check out (me too honestly)

Tries to scold you if you do something too dangerous or out of line, may come across as way angrier or upset than they actually are though thanks to their voice being kinda

You know

Zooble gives off "cool older sibling who doesnt care about nothing" energy

GANGLE:

Meekly tries to get you to calm down for a few minutes, especially if theres an IHA going on because she doesnt want you to run off and potentially get hurt. Tries to keep you occupied with arts and crafts. Watches in horror as you impulsively eat the glue

Tends to wrap one of her ribbon hands around yours so she knows you're not running off.. this is more so when theres an IHA going on

As per usual not many ideas for gangle <\3

[littlestarbigsky]

okay soo no fic for almost a week (sorry gang college is hard😵‍💫) buttt here’s some queerplatonic pbj :))

none of this is canon compliant and i wasn’t really trying to be BUT this is a cute lil world where johnny is able to walk with crutches aaaand obv the boys have to help him with his physical therapy :)

so here’s some qprpbj bc god i love them

“hey, darry, looks like they survived!” soda laughed from the living room as pony held the door open and two-bit helped johnny hobble through behind him.

johnny wasted no time collapsing onto the couch, his legs and back aching, even if he, pony, and two-bit had only gone up and down the block. as much as he liked the idea of getting some mobility back in his legs, it was a much longer process than he had originally thought.

“how ya doin’, johnnycake?” darry asked, throwing his dish towel over his shoulder and helping johnny put his legs up on the coffee table.

“be a lot better if i could have a cigarette,” johnny clenched his jaw.

“uh-uh, you heard the doctor, no more cigarettes, you gotta wait until your breathing is better,” soda nudged johnny’s elbow from where he could reach it on the other side of the couch, turning to look at ponyboy. “both of you.”

ponyboy rolled his eyes, and it seemed like he was going to argue until johnny hissed in pain as darry started to rub his ankles, a routine they had settled into since they had started helping johnny with his physical therapy.

“sorry, kiddo, you know it’ll hurt more if we don’t,” darry frowned as he started massaging out johnny’s calf muscles.

johnny gasped and gripped the arm of the couch for dear life. pony slipped his hand under johnny’s and let him hold on and squeeze his hand instead. johnny tried to focus on pony’s breath, breathe through the pain like the doctor had told him.

"i thought you couldn't feel anything down there no more?" soda asked, and as much as johnny wanted to snap at him, it was a genuine question. he wanted to understand.

"i thought so, too," johnny answered lamely.

he didn't really understand it either but deep down he knew he should be grateful. he knew all things considered, it was miraculous that he was even able to walk with crutches. he knew he could have been in a wheelchair for the rest of his life but sometimes he felt like that might have been easier.

johnny had to bite back a yelp of pain as darry got to his knees, “stop!”

darry pulled his hands back as if johnny’s legs had burned him. pony sat down next to him, intentionally breathing loudly to give johnny something to focus on and follow.

“s-sorry,” johnny whispered, his eyes watering. “you… you can keep going.”

“don’t apologize, i don’t wanna hurt you, johnnykid,” darry propped his head up in his hand on the coffee table. “we can stop if you want to.”

“no, you’re right,” johnny whined, his voice sounding oddly wheezy. “it’ll just be more of a pain if we don’t. just do it, darry.”

darry cautiously continued his ministrations and pony grabbed both of johnny’s hands, resting their heads together. pony wouldn’t have been shocked if johnny broke something in his hands from how hard he was holding on, but he supposed that it couldn’t have been very nice to all of a sudden feel pain in his legs when, up until recently, he couldn’t feel anything at all. the benchmark of feeling being exclusively pain must have been so disheartening, especially because pony could tell how badly johnny wanted to be able to walk on his own again.

soda reached over and turned on the tv, flipping to a cartoon they’d all seen before, giving johnny something else to pay attention to.

by the time darry had finished, johnny was laying boneless against ponyboy.

“i’m gonna go check on dinner,” darry tapped the coffee table before standing up and looking pointedly at johnny. “i want you all to eat something.”

johnny pressed his lips together before turning to ask pony, “can i go lay down?”

“you still gotta have some food, johnny,” pony squeezed his hand gently.

“i…” johnny seemed to know darry and pony wouldn’t like his answer. “i’m not hungry.”

“you can go lay down if you need to,” darry crossed his arms. “you can just have a few bites if that’s all you’ve got in ya, but i don’t want you going hungry. i’ll put a plate in the fridge for you.”

johnny nodded, he could live with that.

he looked across the room at his crutches and his heart sank as he realized how much work it would be to get to the bedroom. he felt himself shrink even more against pony, if that was possible. pony and two-bit seemed to realize what johnny was thinking, and within seconds, both had an arm around him and were carrying him back to pony’s room.

they set him down on the bed, and pony waved a thank you to two-bit before he set to helping johnny get into something a bit more comfortable. he pulled out a pair of darry’s sweatpants and one of their high school’s sweatshirts that might have belonged to… steve? pony was gentle and patient while he helped johnny change out of his jeans, stopping when johnny needed a break and pressing a quick kiss to his forehead when they were done.

pony helped him under the covers and tucked them around him exactly how he knew johnny liked it.

he was about to head out to the kitchen to check on dinner when johnny asked quietly, “hey, pony?”

“yeah?”

johnny looked sheepish for a moment, “can… can you lay with me for a minute? it’s just- i swear it hurts less when someone else is with-”

“of course,” pony interrupted him. he quickly slid out of his jeans and into his pajamas, discarded on the floor from that morning, and slid under the covers next to johnny.

pony reached over and grabbed a blanket and threw it over the comforter. they both got cold pretty easily since they were still gaining back the weight that they had lost when they were in the church, and johnny had already been skin and bones before. pony lifted the blankets up quickly to make sure johnny’s legs weren’t bent awkwardly, knowing it would be more painful for him if he slept on them like that, before pulling him close.

“do you think that-” johnny asked, and pony knew what he was going to say.

“of course,” pony rested his cheek on top of johnny’s head. “you’re gonna get better. and once dally’s doing better, too, we’re gonna be able to sneak into the drive-in again. just like old times. cherry even told me she read an article that said newman was working on two new movies.”

johnny chuckled, “you and paul newman…”

pony could feel johnny drifting off, and he could feel sleep creeping up on him, too. he nuzzled his nose into johnny’s hair, pressing a sweet kiss to the crown of his head. johnny gave a deep sigh and snuggled further into pony’s arms and was asleep in his hold within minutes.

“hey, pony, you guys wanna eat something?” soda pushed the bedroom door open and hour later, two-bit’s laughter echoing in from the kitchen.

pony and johnny were curled up together, all elbows and knees, johnny letting out small snores and pony’s arms wrapped protectively around him.

pony’s eyes opened slowly and he looked over at soda, his sleep dazed mind not quite understanding what was going on, “soda?”

soda hurried over and guided pony back down onto the pillows, “go back to sleep, honey, we’ll save you both some food. just rest for now.”

pony nodded and fell back down, slotting right back into place next to johnny.

he was asleep again before soda could shut the door behind him.