#2023. 3. 15.

[tuntetesinfo]

márc15

14:00 - MAGYARORSZÁG SZABADSÁGRA MEGY I A Kutyapárt és a Tanítanék együtt ünnepel, Szabadság híd

(15:00 - Zászlóbontás március idusán, Andrássy út - Magyar Péter

https://www.facebook.com/events/1042479823518812)

15:30 - Egy ország, egy jövő, Blaha Lujza tér - OKA, Egységes Diákfront, ADOM diákmozgalom, Fridays For Future

17: 00 - Budapest Köztársaság - március 15-i nagygyűlés, Szabad sajtó út - Karácsony Gergely, OKA, Egységes Diákfront, ADOM diákmozgalom, Fridays For Future, Budapest Városháza

[zu-is-here]

Blackout

Aftermare Week by @bluepallilworld

Geno & Error by loverofpiggies

Nightmare by jokublog

[goldenpinof]

he was, in fact, not 26 in 2015 (gays do maths)

[nonetoon]

Caught-on-Tober Week 3: The Party 🎉 🎈

15. Chit Chat / 16. Game Night / 17. The Playlist / 18. Halloween TV Movies / 19. Taking A Break / 20. Down the Hall to the Right / 21. Who Invited ..?

[artsyebonyrose]

inktober day 15: dagger

(mukuro ikusaba from danganronpa)

eh its more of a knife but whatever! potato potato :)

[sammy-writes-sometimes]

Word Count: 638

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"Stop scratching at your scales!" Skizz yells.

"They're itchy!" Impulse complains, still scratching at the scales on his arm.

This happens every year. Twice every year might be add.

"Just– Dippledop! You're gonna hurt yourself!"

The demonic hybrid doesn't pause, instead reaching over cir shoulder.

"Impulse!"

Finally, Impulse stops, instead looking at Skizz with a glare in his golden eyes.

There's a moment of pause, the two simply staring at eachother, but then Impulse drags his feet towards Skizz, leaning his head on the angel's shoulder.

"They hurt…"

"I know, buddy." Skizz says quietly, moving them to sit on the couch.

Impulse quickly discards his shirt, resting his head on his partner's thigh.

There's a cool hand on cir back, soothing over sore scales as ce purrs quietly, even if it is a stressed purr.

"I think a few are–"

There's a clattering down the hall, a short argument – Bdubs sounding more than a little tired and Tango's voice pitched in concern – before someone is being dragged further down the hall.

Skizz simply shakes it's head and sighs, those two likely up to their usual problems.

But it quickly returns to what it was doing, pressing it's thumb down hard on a few scales just to test until it finds one that moves.

It's a gentle sort of job, easing each loose scale out and placing it on the side table. And the demon looks all too happy as each irritation is removed, purring and even chuffing a few times as old scales slip off to give space for new ones.

By the end, Impulse is nearly half asleep and melted against Skizz, a small smile on his face as he continues to purr.

But ce slowly blinks, looking up at cir partner. The sort of look that holds words unspoken, but easily translated between the two.

'Let me return the favor. Let me help you.'

So Skizz does as requested, summoning his wings from where they're hidden and stretching them out over the couch.

"Oof, no wonder you complain about not being able to fly." Impulse says with a laugh.

It's– well it's not bloody, but there are a few awkward pin feathers and more than a handful missing. This is just what happens with large wings when molting, he guesses.

Impulse sits over him, trained claws easily shifting stray feathers into place and gently, oh so gently, pulling our dead ones before releasing new feathers from their pins.

The pile of scales turns into a pile of feathers. Shining white over deep black.

Skizz can't help the content, fer fer fer noises it makes as its partner smooths over one wing and turns to the other.

This part was a daily routine, one that has been around since they were young. Impulse often looking after Skizz, tending to the feathers that the angel couldn't reach.

Eventually, ce pulls back, satisfied in cir work as cir chest rumbles.

"Someone looks sleepy." Impulse says lightly.

Skizz doesn't even fight, too oddly comfortable laying against the couch, even at the awkward angle.

"I'm not carrying you."

"But, Dippledop!" Skizz loudly complains. "I helped you!"

Impulse laughs as cir partner pouts, it's piercing blue eyes staring at him with a sense of false-sadness.

"Fine."

There's another happy trill, Skizz flopping against Impulse's chest and staying relaxed as he's picked up by the shorter.

It's a short walk to the bedroom, Skizz hanging lazily against Impulse's shoulder as his wings drag along the ground. Purring and chirping between eachother the entire time.

But, when they get to the bedroom, something is more than a little off as–

Bdubs' forehead is covered in bandages, his antlers completely absent. Tango is sitting over him, jacket covered in blood and–

"Did Bdubs shed on you?" The demon asks with a worried laugh.

"..."

"Maybe…?"

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Our ko-fi

[jamiethebeeart]

Full Hazmat AU: I've never bothered with it before because it's just??? So Much to draw

[kybercrystals94]

Scraped Knees

By KyberCrystals94

Read here on Ao3!

Whumptober 2023|Day 15|Prompt 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.” | “I’m fine.”

Rating: G

Words: 739

Summary: Set directly after Season 1 Episode 3 “Replacements”

Omega waits until the ship falls almost entirely silent before she tries to sneak out of her new room. She practices the quiet footfalls she learned from following Hunter on Kamino, creeping down the dim hall to where she remembered Wrecker pointing out the med kit during his grand tour of the Marauder. Her knees burn where the fabric of her leggings rubs on the raw skin from where she fell following the Ordo Moon Dragon into its den.

After glancing up at the cockpit where Hunter has first watch, Omega carefully pulls the kit off the shelf and lifts the lid, setting it aside. She frowns as she stares into the messy array of medical supplies. Great. So much for being quiet, she thinks sourly. All she needs is bandages, and maybe some antibiotic ointment to prevent any infection. She begins her search, quickly finding bandages, but struggling to find the antibiotic. She is debating on how necessary the ointment is when a voice says above her, “What are you doing?”

Omega wishes she could deny the pathetic squeak of alarm that escapes her lungs before she clasps both hands over her mouth, dropping the bandages back into the chaos of the kit. Curses!

“Hunter,” she says, looking up at the Sargent. She isn’t sure if he meant to sneak up on her or not, but by the guilty look on his face, she suspects not. Omega scrambles to her feet. “Sorry. I just—sorry. Uhm…”

Hunter looks down at the med kit. “Are you hurt, kid?” he asks.

Omega’s cheeks burn with embarrassment, though she can’t decide if it’s more from being caught sneaking into the med kit or having to admit she’s hurt. Needing bandages for scraped up knees sounds so childish when compared to the injuries her brothers must’ve sustained over their lives as soldiers. “No, I’m fine. Really.”

Hunter gives her a look, and Omega can’t hold his gaze, averting her eyes to the shadows in the corner.

“Omega,” Hunter says gently but firmly, “in this squad, we do not hide injuries.”

“It’s not an injury,” Omega protests, “I just sorta scraped my knees up when I was crawling around in that cave on Ordo Moon. It’s nothing!”

“Let me be the judge of that,” Hunter says, picking up the med kit and nodding toward the cockpit.

Omega frowns, but follows Hunter, climbing into the copilot’s seat. She rolls up her leggings to expose the torn-up skin on her knees. Honestly, it looks and feels worse than it actually is, she knows; however, the expression on Hunter’s face when he kneels down in front of her to examine the damage for himself makes her eyes burn. He looks so…concerned. Over something so minor. Whenever something like this happened in the lab, Nala Se would tell Omega she was more than capable of taking care of herself.

“‘Mega,” he says softly, “You should have told us.”

Omega blinks, surprised by the nickname. She’s never had a nickname before…unless she counted being called kid…

“I didn’t want to be a bother,” Omega says. She sniffs and roughly rubs a fist over her eyes to hide the tears that come.

Hunter smiles at her, a small thing that is barely noticeable, but she sees it. “It’s never a bother to take care of our own, Omega. You don’t know how many bloodied scrapes I’ve cleaned up and bandaged over the years, for all our brothers, and they’ve done the same for me. And you’re one of us now, right?”

Omega nods. She doesn’t trust her voice to come out without wobbling.

“That means,” Hunter continues, starting to rummage through the med kit, “when you get hurt, no matter how small you think it is, you’ll let one of us know, right?”

Omega nods again.

Hunter works with practiced ease, and with a gentleness Omega hadn’t entirely expected from a soldier. When he is finished, Omega rolls her leggings back into place while Hunter puts away the med kit. When he returns, Omega smiles at him. “Thank you, Hunter.”

“Sure thing, kid,” Hunter says, ruffling her hair. “You’d better get back to bed.”

“Yes, sir!” Omega slides out of the seat. She walks back to her gunner’s mount room feeling lighter.

As she curls back up under her blankets, hugging Lula close, she decides that having brothers is even better than she imagined it would be.

END

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[ikaishere]

ALT: wearing eachother's clothes

flufftober day 15! long story short, @breannasfluff drew genderbent ravio and legend and I fell for it so easily. have her wearing her gfs clothes<3

[tuntetesinfo]

@szepkerekkocka kösz! ez a tüntetés is a Civil Sugárút része

A záró program 15-én, 15 órakor kezdődik a Hősök terén, ahonnan együtt vonulunk a Károly körúton, az Astorián és a Szabad sajtó úton keresztül az Erzsébet hídig.

és figyelni fogom a sztrájkhoz kapcsolódó támogató demonstrációkat is

A PDSZ ügyvivője lapunknak azt is elmondta, március 16. egy szimbolikus dátum, hiszen akkor lesz pontosan egy éve, hogy a szakszervezetek a közoktatásban is határozatlan idejű sztrájkot hirdettek. Ezért a szakképzési sztrájk mellett más akciókra is sor kerülhet ezen a napon, de Nagy Erzsébet további részleteket még nem tudott mondani. Ugyanakkor az Egységes Diákfront már január végén bejelentette, hogy március 15-ére tüntetést szerveznek Budapesten a Szabad sajtó útján.

@tuntetesinfo ez vótmá?

[giuliagt-art]

CARSTOBER 2023 - Day 15

Favourite Next-Gen Racer: Tim Treadless

Posting this later than usual bc my pen had to be recharged and I also needed to go to bed 😅

Anyway, I find Tim interesting bc of his backstory involving Jackson Storm, which is told in the "Taken by Storm" book (I haven't read it unfortunately, but I know the plot in general from the Cars wiki)

I think I'll get that book and "Stuck by Lightning" as well for Christmas, but I'm not sure about that yet 🤔😅

Hope you like it ☺️

[tuntetesinfo]

Ünnepeld március 15-ét velünk és a Tanítanék mozgalommal a Szabadság hídon!

14:00 Hídfoglalás pompás programokkal 15:15 Nagyszínpad! Bámulatos zenék, remek beszédek, miegyéb.

Részletek hamarosan!

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ez előtt a másik demó előtt zajlik

[zu-is-here]

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Aftermare Week by @bluepallilworld

Geno by loverofpiggies

Nightmare by jokublog

[goldenpinof]

Phil's wonky tongue (Dan edition)

+ bonus e-boy:

[turtlemurmurs]

Hey, it's the 19th anniversary of Lost! Here's a little doodle of Hugo to celebrate!! tehehee <3

[jukeboxofjellycat]