#And now I'm going to lay down

[thatoneluckybee]

I did it

I RECORDED ALL 183 EPISODES OF CPC.

[pavus]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 — Releasing October 31st, 2024.

[funkyplantguy]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN CUBFAN135 SAID THAT THERE'S ALWAYS A CHANCE HE'LL BE IN THE NEXT LIFE SERIES

[sforzesco]

I love how much Lucullus can't stand Pompey, and also this

Pompey the Great: A Political Biography, Robin Seager

with something from this thrown in for extra flavor

Crassus and Pompey, on the other hand, ridiculed Lucullus for giving himself up to pleasure and extravagance, as if a luxurious life were not even more unsuitable to men of his years than political and military activities.

Plutarch, Lucullus

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / tip jar!

[ronanlynchbf]

[angered-box]

i'm back on my "drawing men in dresses" bullshit again :3

[inklore]

JORDAN GOING INTO PROTECTIVE MODE AND MOVING CLOSER TO MARIE WHEN CATE CAME INTO THE ROOM!!!! I’M GOING INSANE!!! EVERYONE SHUT UP!!!

[hippolotamus]

"Are you going to be okay?" + Bucktommy

No. No, I am not 😭 Please remember this is an angst prompt and that I love you so, so much 💞

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your smile and the sound of your voice | T | 1.2k

“Are you going to be okay, Buckaroo?” 

Hen taps the neck of her beer against his and nudges his shoulder. 

“Yeah, of course.” He checks his phone again and sees the text he’s been waiting for from Eddie.

Be there in 5

“Yeah,” he says again, brighter and easier. Like he’s suddenly got more room to breathe.

She fondly rolls her eyes, letting him know she’s not buying it but she’s here for him all the same. 

His gut twists with nerves, like he inhaled an entire roll of Mentos and chased it with a two liter of Coke. He’s fine, though. He’s more than likely tachycardic, and he’s sweating like a pig, but he’s good. Honestly. 

Why wouldn’t he be? His family is supporting him through one of the more dramatic moves he’s ever tried to pull off. And he didn’t have to say a word for them to buy into his unhinged plan. They just- did. Albeit with many unvoiced concerns communicated in shared glances and whatever telepathy thing Hen and Chim have going on. Still, they’re here and he’s so, so grateful. He’ll want them to celebrate or if… well, he just needs them either way.

He taps his foot nervously, gripping the karaoke mic tighter and watching the seconds tick by on his watch. And then he sees him. His world stops when Tommy notices him. Their gaze locks across the room like one of those cheesy rom coms that Tommy loves. The kind they’d watch on the couch, or in bed together on a lazy afternoon. Buck wishes it was actually one of those meet cute moments where the main characters have a love at first sight experience. 

Instead, Eddie and Chim are nudging Tommy towards the front of the bar, urging him not to turn and run. All so Buck can cut his heart open and bleed out on the stage for him – for them – and hope he has enough time before his veins run dry.��

Tommy reluctantly sits on the bar stool strategically placed front and center. He’s flanked by Eddie, Chim, Maddie, Hen, Karen and Josh like a group of off kilter secret service agents. And yet he’s still looking at Buck with this mix of adoration and exasperation. Like nothing changed and he’s just here to watch his boyfriend be an idiot.

Buck’s heart pounds behind his ribcage and it’s all he can do to stay standing. He takes a swig of his beer, not that it does much when his mouth feels drier than the Sahara. Hopefully Tommy will understand needing a little liquid courage if only because he knows how much Buck hates singing in public. 

“Ready?” The DJ asks him.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Buck’s eyes flick to the screen, knowing his piece begins immediately. There’s no intro or lead up. Just Buck and whatever’s left of his dignity. 

“If you change your mind-” he winces as his voice cracks, “I’m the first in line. Honey, I’m still free, take a chance on me.”

Christ, it’s so off key but he’s on a roll now and gaining confidence with every note. 

“Gonna do my very best and it ain’t no lie, if you put me to the test, if you let me try!” Buck sweeps his free hand over his torso, peacocking in every sense of the word.

Tommy scrubs at his face, looking for all the world like he wishes the floor would open up and swallow him whole. Not that Buck blames him. 

“Please don’t make this harder.” Tommy sighs. Silently begs with a pleading look. 

Buck sings louder to drive the point home. “You want me to leave it there, afraid of a love affair. But I think you knoooow, that I can’t let go.” 

Even with Tommy’s palm covering his mouth, Buck can still see the smile glowing in those blue eyes he always wants to stay lost in. 

He steps off the stage, flirty and confident as his friends make room for him to circle the man he’s over the goddamn moon about. The man he’s so fucking in love with that he’s willing to humiliate himself in front of their colleagues. “You say that I waste my time, but I can’t get ya off my mind. No, I can’t let goooo. ‘Cause I love you so.” 

Buck shrugs playfully, drinking in the embarrassed smirk he’s so familiar with. Just one of the dozens of expressions he’s catalogued over their months together. And tortured himself with in the weeks since Tommy broke his heart. Both of their hearts, really. 

By now, the crowd is clapping and cheering him on as he sings his lungs out, strutting around like the lovesick fool that he is. 

“Honey, I’m still free. Take a chance on me!” 

The song fades out, coming to an end as he slides on his good knee. He stops in front of Tommy, panting and flushed, baring his soul for everyone at the badge and ladder to see. Except he only needs one person to see it. To see everything and not be terrified.

“I know I fucked up before and I- I rushed things. And I know this isn’t how any of this should have happened. But you wouldn’t answer me or- or return my calls or texts.” His jaw trembles, voice breaking as tears drip off his chin. “You can take your time, baby. I’m in no hurry.” 

Buck risks reaching for Tommy’s hand, threading their fingers together. “Tommy. Sweetheart. Take a chance on me. Again. Please.”

It feels like a truce, like a fresh beginning. Like the start of something.

“Evan.” 

Buck’s blood fizzes like champagne, bursting with hope. Tommy smiles, a lopsided thing, and oh Buck can hardly sit still long enough to hear what comes next. But he has to, he needs to be patient. Not impulsive, not like before. 

“Buck,” Tommy corrects. 

The world seems to collapse around him. His chosen name sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Like a sour note in an otherwise beautiful aria. 

A tear escapes, rolling down Tommy’s cheek, past his now wobbly lip. “I wish I could. This is- it’s sweet and no one’s ever done anything like this for me before.” Tommy looks up at the ceiling, just like he did that night in the loft, and then meets Buck’s gaze again. “You are gonna be someone’s once in a lifetime. I just know it. But not-” There’s a strangled sound between them, from god knows where. Maybe it’s Buck, maybe it’s Tommy. Maybe it’s both. 

“I’m sorry,” Tommy whispers. 

In a blink, Buck’s hand is empty and Tommy’s weaving through the crowd. Leaving him all over  again.

“No, wait! Hold on!” Buck drops the microphone, ready to chase after him this time. Like he didn’t before. Like he should have. He apologizes as he knocks into tables and past servers until he’s finally out in the cool night air. He licks the salty tears from his lips, frantically searching in every direction. It hasn’t been that long. Buck was seconds behind. Tommy has to be here. 

But he’s not. There’s no sign of him in the crowds of people walking by. People laughing and talking and living their lives with fully formed hearts. All of them ignorant to Buck and his despair. 

“Wait,” he rasps, falling to his knees in the middle of the filthy LA sidewalk. “Please wait.” 

[varpusvaras]

The doctors had told him that things would get easier after the first trimester.

Fox had believed them. He had kind of had to, to preserve his own sanity. He had to believe that at some point, he would stop throwing up, sweating and shivering and being so damn tired that he'd fall asleep just about anywhere.

It had, in fact, been true. Of course he still occasionally felt a little sick when he smelled something unsavory, but it was only occasionally. He didn't wake up to being hot and cold in tandem so much anymore either. He was tired, still, but only to a degree that he had to sit down a couple of times a day, and maybe take a nap. Otherwise, he had been feeling pretty good during the start of the second trimester.

But then, a new challenge had crept up on him.

It had started small, so small that he had barely even felt anything at first. When he had noticed it for the first time, he had actually been happy about it.

What a fool he had been.

It had only gotten more frequent from then on, and most importantly, stronger. So much stronger.

So much stronger, in fact, that he had looped back around being tired, since every time he tried to sleep or even rest for a moment, it would start again.

It was happening again now, as he lay in their cooled bedroom, the lights dimmed and the blinds shut to escape the summer heat. He would've loved to take a nap, but he was yet again realising that sleep would not be happening.

There was a light knock on the door, and Breha peeked in.

"You're still awake?" She asked. She kept her voice quiet, in case Fox was somehow sleeping.

"Yes", Fox answered. "I don't think I will be getting any sleep."

Breha made her way to the bed, and sat on the edge of it next to Fox. Her fingers very quickly found their way into his hair, pushing it back from his face.

"Try to at least close your eyes", she said. "It's better than nothing."

"I know, I know, I'm trying-" There it was again, cutting his words into a breathless gasp.

Breha sighed softly, continuing to pet his hair.

"Is it that bad?" She asked.

Fox pressed his hand against his abdomen, and poked at it slightly. It was still, for the most part, hard muscle he had spent so long acquiring during his training, and had took even more time and effort to keep during serving. He hadn't even needed new clothes, yet, apart from a pair of dress pants he had very much liked and sorely missed now.

Fox had no idea how there was a whole baby in there, somewhere, but there was no mistake of it, not since-

Fox hissed slightly when there was a blow straight into his ribs.

"Yes", he said. "I'm going to send Bail a very pointed message. Those are definitely his elongated legs kicking my insides around the clock."

Breha barked out a laugh, that she quickly tried to cover up behind her hand.

Fox turned to glare at her.

"You think this is funny?" He asked. "You think it's funny that our husband's giant long-legged offspring is trying to break my bones?"

"No, no, of course not", Breha hurried to say, but she was definitely still grinning behind her hand, and-

-and maybe Fox was tired enough, because the longer he laid there and watched her laugh about it, the funnier it suddenly got in his mind as well.

"How dare you", he said, trying his hardest to keep himself from breaking out into laughter as well. "How dare you make me laugh when I'm miserable."

Breha could no longer hold it in. She broke down into loud, bright laughter, and Fox could only hold his own in for a few more seconds, before he eventually followed her suit.

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

a selection of dunmeshi discord emotes i made since the series started lol

feel free to use as icons too or edit or w/e idc let's just all have fun \o/

bonus: parasitic worm emotes under the cut bc i made them and we use them so why not lol

they're made to go together; server has the connected ones as :pa: :ra: :si: :te: and the final tiny one, optimized for dark mode discord, is :ohworm:

action screenshot:

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

It's finally time for the February summary!

And you NEVER guess who won again!

Richarlyson

With 12/58 polls won (20%!!!) and another win under his belt, it's safe to say I'm scared of him. Richarlyson was voted most likely to:

Dig holes in the yard for no reason

Be a terror to a babysitter

Pretend to be kidnapped during a road trip

Try to get struck with lightning

Be a biter

Be better off if he were raised by wolves

Spin in an office chair enough to break it

Wear shorts in 0° weather

Lick a metal pole as a joke but get stuck

Be an Ethogirl

Start the plot of 'The Parent Trap'

Love 'Fortnite'

Wonderful chaos child.

SunnySideUp

Some things never change, do they? Coming in 2nd place for the 2nd month in a row, with 11/58 polls won, is our sunshine princess! They've been voted most likely to:

Sleep with no less than 7 blankets

Demand to paint her parent's nails

Watch Winx Club

Hold their breath to get what they want

Cry every time a parent takes her fishing

Drive around the island in a toy car

Become a leaf millionare on the playground

Wear light up shoes

Follow an internet tutorial to become a mythical creature

Have the most insane roleplay with barbie dolls

Make friendship bracelets

What perfect results for Tubbo's princess!

Dapper

I was actually surprised to see Dapper in 3rd this month! With a score of 9/58 polls won, she's certainly climbed the ranks this time! Dapper has been voted most likely to:

Be really into bugs

Have a dinosaur hyperfixation

Learn how to perform magic tricks

Be able to name every local animal species by name

Perform surgeries on his stuffed animals

Hyperfixate on 'Digimon: Digital Monsters'

Love 'Undertale'

Create "potions" in the bathtub

Collect mundane objects

Ah, just like his father. (I think they would love Digimon, and I will CRACK on this hill)

Pepito

Next is the littlest huevo ever, Pepito with 8/58 polls won! Pepito has been voted most likely to:

Climb a tree and get stuck

Have a comfort blanket that's probably falling apart

Have a pocket full of rocks by the end of the day

Sit on the floor to watch TV

Only sleep in a onesie

Wear velcro shoes because Pepito can't tie Pepito's laces

Accidentally call the teacher mom/dad

Be unable to keep a poker face

I'm realising how long this post is going to be now...

Tallulah

Now is when the point drop off happens. Coming in at 5/58 polls, Tallulah has been voted most likely to:

Eat flowers and judge them by color and taste

Make Valentine's day cards for everyone on the island

Write a musical for her siblings to play in

Cut her own hair

Be the teacher's pet

I'm glad to see her higher up on the list this month! I can't wait to see if her model gets redesigned, I'm confident it will look awesome.

Chayanne

Coming in just under his sister with 4/58 polls, Chayanne has been voted most likely to:

Be concerningly excited to go fishing

Read Sun Tzu's 'The Art of War'

Play the drums

Make a pillow fort to comfort a sibling after a nightmare

He may have come in lower this month, but I'm sure he's happy his sister is getting the attention.

Ramón

These next three are tied, with 3/58 polls won! Ramón has been voted most likely to:

Get really into Hide and Seek

Be on tech for Tallulah's musical

Join Richas in the plot of 'The Parent Trap'

Leonarda

With 3/58, Leonarda has been voted most likely to:

Pretend to be a werewolf on the full moon

Be raised by Wolves

Wear Heelies

Empanada

Now the last with 3/58, Empanada has been voted most likely to:

Sew cool outfits for her siblings

Exclusively eat poptarts in the morning

Have a sugar crash from all of the Valentine's day candy

I'm noticing a theme with those three.

Pomme & Chunsik

Unfortunately, Pomme and Chunsik did not win any polls in February. While Chunsik is the newcomer, Pomme hasn't won a poll yet! Although after that wonderful Paintball poll, I imagine that will change for March! Better luck next time, my complimentary-colored eggs.

[magicaldragons]

they're gonna start filming for shouryaanga parvum in a month.

a month.

[yandereplumsim]

I'm not entirely back, but i loaded my game today and for lack of a Neighbourhood to plan, decided to give @chrisnewbie PSP's Gas Station a quick and very little (because the lot is already gorgeous) makeover

[gothducky]

My girlfriend's favorite butch <3

Linktree / Commissions / Ko-fi (full version + progress pics)

[msmc-796-official]

question for the squad: juiciest piece of gossip and/or darkest secret you know about each other?

ooh, I like this one. lemme think...

// Say what now? "Darkest secrets"? Oh RA, don't ask Slipshod that-

oh, perfect timing! you all know how Phoenix says she's off on PR business, yeah? whenever she says that, there's a flat 50/50 chance that she's either actually doing PR work or she's going to take a smoke break. very convenient excuse, that one

// Wha- hey! That was supposed to stay between us!

too late! >:P I've got one for Kennedi too, while I'm at it - she still has one of her old HA uniforms tucked away in the back of her closet. has all of her old colonial legionnaire badges and medals and shit on it. not sure why she ever kept it, since she's staunchly anti-HA nowadays, but it's there, and it's not nearly as well hidden as she thi-

> Ahem. What did I just walk in on, exactly?

ah. shit. hi K. let's pretend you didn't hear the last ten seconds of that conversation, yeah?

// We got a prompt asking us for the darkest secrets we know about each other. Slipshod was just sharing one of yours.

> Is that what's going on now. That would explain the mention of my HA uniform - which, by the way, is my property. If I find so much as a crease on the lapel because of your snooping, I'm locking you out of the mech hangar for a month. Understood?

...yes, ma'am. (er, I think you're up next, P)

// Oh, lovely. I'll start with Kennedi, since this one's practically an open secret around here - she's utterly hopeless with melee weapons. Couldn't swing an axe to save her life. If she doesn't have a gun of some sort, then she's fucked in combat outside of a mech.

can confirm. saw her try to parry while sparring with one of the trainers once; she wound up pinned against the wall. kinda pathetic to watch, really

> Hmph. Unfortunate, but true. I was hoping my prosthetic might offer some chance of improvement in that regard, but it appears that I was sorely mistaken. I am no better at melee combat now than I was with both arms fully intact.

// As for Slipshod... oh, here's one. I recently found their shower supplies lying around in the shower (instead of in their assigned cubby, where it should be), and discovered that they use a men's 3-in-1 product, instead of separate shampoo and conditioner like a sane human being. No wonder your hair is such a frizzy disaster.

aw, come on, P, you didn't have to do me dirty like that! yours wasn't even that bad!

// That's not even the worst part! It smells awful, too! If using a shitty men's 3-in-1 is more gender-affirming for you, fine, I get it, but Christ-the-Buddha almighty, why does it have to smell so bad?!

hey, I think it smells fine. all of the women's hair products available around here smell like rancid perfume. find me a women's shampoo and conditioner set that smells like cedar or bourbon or pine or some shit like that and I'll happily switch

> Why anyone would want to smell like bourbon of all things is beyond me. (Then again, I suppose anything beats the smell of motor oil and reactor coolant.)

RUDE! I happen to like the smell of motor oil, thank you very much >:(

> Trust me, I'm well aware. I suppose it's my turn, then?

// Give us your worst, I guess. Slipshod already outed my smoke break habits. Prick.

> Hm. Let's see... I suppose the darkest secret I know of Phoenix's is that she dropped out of IPS-N cadet school for the express purpose of joining MSMC. I don't believe she's publicly mentioned it on here, at any rate.

// Hey now; I didn't drop out, I never finished my application process in the first place. There's a big difference!

you were gonna sign on with IPS-N? really?

// Look, I was young and stupid back then, and the propaganda adbroads they constantly blared all over Pyxis were... compelling. I don't regret that decision, though. MSMC is leagues better than anything IPS-N could ever hope to offer me.

> A wise decision. If only I had your caliber of foresight when choosing my future as a young pilot.

yeah, yeah, don't you two get all sentimental on me now. K's still gotta roast me. bring it on - surely you don't have anything better than P

> Oh, really. How's this, then: since my arrival on MSMC-796 twelve years ago, Slipshod has had no less than fifteen different romantic partners of various genders, none of which have lasted in a relationship with them for longer than six months.

// FIFTEEN?!?! Is that why you had "welcome home cheater" graffiti'd on your Toku a while back?! You told me that was because you robbed someone of a kill!

wha- i- you bitch! why the fuck would you keep track of that?! what are you, a stalker or some shit???

> No; I'm your squadron commander. And it's my job to know what my squadmates are getting up to when I hear obnoxiously loud moaning noises coming from their bunk at 3 in the morning.

// Holy shit, Slipshod. I don't even know what to say to this. Fifteen partners in twelve years... Christ-the-Buddha almighty. That takes the fuckin' cake. Congrats, Kennedi.

> Thank you, Phoenix. Now, are we done here?

// Yes. Please.

HEY! get back here! explain yourself, you conniving bitch!!! KENNEDI!!!!!

-- Angel, Slipshod, & Lockbreaker

[20001541]

OKAY BASED OFF THE POLLS JANUARY 1ST WAS CHOSEN AS AFO'S (AND YOICHI'S) BIRTHDAY! CONGRATS ON THE BIRTHDAY KINGS🥳🎉🎂

credits to auramighters on twitter for the edit