#Let him be warm. He deserves it

[ochrearia]

More RBGFverse indulgent drabbling featuring more Yourself/Silly Billy POV because I never write from his POV in PoPr. Yahoo

THE BFs:

Biff (PoPr!BF, mine)

Beefer (cs!BF, mine)

Boyf (fc!BF, Keyy's)

Beef (wyd!BF, Karl's)

Peacock (sfa!BF, Shed's)

Warm. He liked being warm, something he only found out rather recently. His apartment always ran cold, for seemingly no real reason. Didn’t matter the temperature he turned his thermostat to, somehow his body always found a way to feel cold. That’s why his bed sported the heaviest weighted blanket a sad sack of shit could buy. It wasn’t very often that YS could find it in himself to sleep anyways, but that chance became zero without the blanket. He liked being warm. Something about it calmed him down like nothing else could. Maybe, in a way, where he had always been used to cold skies and empty expanses, warmth was the grounding heat that he’d originally been taught to fear and hate.

He missed the warmth he’d had in his life until it was taken from him. Nothing could replace her, and he didn’t want anyone or anything to replace her anyways. But he missed being warm. The weighted blanket was a pathetic attempt to scrounge even a fraction of what he’d lost. It worked, sometimes. But sometimes was not enough. Losing things, always losing things. Ridiculous. Fate wasn’t kind enough to even let him keep warm.

Or, rather, it hadn’t been. Seemingly for no reason it began to change its mind.

There was no way YS’s bed was meant to hold this much weight. If these assholes ended up breaking his damn bed frame they were all paying for it. The weighted blanket was abandoned somewhere, likely some dumb corner of his floor. He was buried under five other bodies, five other hims, because really what else did life have in store for him at this point besides ridiculous scenarios? He wasn’t entirely sure how this even came about. Everyone was tired, obviously, and it was likely the result of Biff being far too comfortable with being obnoxious. Yourself had just wanted to rest his eyes for a little bit while the rest of them fucked around. Honestly, the fact that his other selves had a better version of mirror-walking than him was almost offensive. After that one night, they’d all left and something had left with them. Now all of his other selves found they could mirror walk in their strength of will was determined enough. But where he had to use a reflection to take physical form entirely, to the others the reflection was more of a portal. They moved through the reflection like a wormhole and phased through the mirror without it. Meaning, at any point, all of them could come barreling into his world or any of the others whenever they wanted. Which they were quick to start abusing.

You know, like motherfuckers.

YS had been seeking out even more of his other selves. He was going to lose track eventually. But he also didn’t really care. There were so many selves out there to talk to, to help. That’s all he cared about really. And despite some having rockier starts with him than others, they all eventually came around and seemed to care about helping him too. It was all YS could do to deny the sinister thought in the back of his head that they didn’t actually care; moreso it was his residual angelic magic persuading their subconsciousness.

Peacock was the newest to be unceremoniously dragged into the weird brotherly family. Not YS’s finest moment, really, because he should’ve told the others to fuck off while he was reaching out to a new self. Some of them had butted in like morons when he was in the middle of a conversation. The new one seemingly had found it funny, but god, where was the professionalism? Oh wait, they were BFs, of course there was none.

They were all passed the hell out on top of him. That was the current problem. Biff had been the first, joking that he was now trapped because he was ‘so entirely heavy’ (he really wasn’t compared to the taller instances). The silly one had said just that, and at some point the rest rallied behind Biff and all piled on wherever they could, refusing to move. Well, at least he could still breathe. He supposed it could be worse all things considered.

But then they’d all fallen asleep, one by one, in a ridiculous pile of blue hair and dumbassery. Did they really not have anywhere better to be? A dumb chorus of soft snores, mountains of body heat that was seeping into Yourself’s tired bones. Warmth… he liked being warm. But did he want to particularly admit that when the warmth he was experiencing was his other selves, who would absolutely tear him apart over a sentiment like that?

Well, most of them probably already knew. Not like he’d had an entire breakdown and one of the last things he’d said were ‘warm’ and ‘don’t let go of me’. How embarrassing. Maybe that was why they were so insistent to pile on him to begin with. Five bodies. Five�� brothers? Five people who cared. Maybe that was enough. Or maybe it wasn’t, maybe he wanted more. Maybe he wanted to keep reaching out if it meant that he could have warmth from people who wanted to give it. People that all happened to be himself, but ever-so-slightly different.

Beefer’s clawed hands were digging slightly into his right arm. Boyf was somehow trying to take up as little space as possible, almost turning into a pillbug. Biff was entirely across his chest like a passed out cat. Beef was lying in the complete opposite direction, crossing over Beefer’s lower body as well. Peacock was in probably the most uncomfortable position possible, having first leaned against YS’s legs. But when he too fell asleep, he started sliding in a way that made his normal terrible posture look preferable. Horrendous.

It was warm. Warm, nice. It was rather hard to feel so down in the dumps with all this warmth around him. Who needed a weighted blanket, anyways? It was nice here. He wasn’t alone today.

He could afford to let himself sleep too.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Feelings Thawed

Character; Cater Diamond

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.

“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.

Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 

He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.

You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.

He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.

Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”

Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”

You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”

Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.

“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 

The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”

Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 

It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[writing-with-gremworm]

A Bothersome Herbivore

I'm not sure when it happened, this tiny herbivore started clinging to me. It's hard to get a break since they follow me everywhere. When I nap, they nap beside me. When I eat, they follow along. Though, the latter is better than the time they slept so soundly I was able to leave them for a few days. When I went back to my normal napping spot they were sitting like a dejected mouse. They had teary little eyes, and their complexation was terrible.

I learned later that they slept through lunch, so they ended up just not eating the first day, and they refused to move during the weekend when I hadn't retuned yet. The worst part about it is they were so happy when I came back. They were like a stupid dog, so happy to cling to me again.

I let them be for a while. It wasn't really my problem, and they didn't actually bother me most of the time. They were surprisingly quiet.

"Why exactly do you follow around like a lost dog?"

"I dunno. I just like you. So, I stay with you, because you're safe."

It was weird. I shouldn't be safe for them. I'm just a lousy second prince with nothing in my future but disappointment. I am, and will always be, second best in the eyes of anyone else, so why is it that this creature clings to me? I still don't understand it.

The thing that irks me the most is that I started to worry about them. I woke up from a nap as usual, expecting them to be beside me. They weren't there. The little mouse had scurried off somewhere and that made me uneasy.

"This is bullshit."

I must have done so subconsciously, but I ended up looking around the places I usually went, expecting to find them there. I only found them when I returned to the greenhouse. They were sitting, waiting for me to come back.

"Leona!" They sounded so happy, their eyes lighting up as if the best person in the world was standing right in front of them.

"Ah." I had so many questions, but none of them mattered. 'Why did you wait? Where did you go? Are you okay?' They were here, so why did it matter?

We returned to routine. But one thing did change. I started leaning on them. I don't know if they noticed, they never mentioned it to me. This change ... felt necessary.

In time it felt stranger to be separate from them than to be near them. In a way, I guess I must have found them comforting too. So, it felt strange when one day, they started crying.

"What's with the tears?" I asked, not really expecting an answer.

"I don't know. I just- I." They sobbed quietly, sniffling and rubbing their eyes. They tried so hard to calm down, only to sob more. It hurt, hearing them quiet their sobs. I felt like I saw a bit of myself in them. Maybe that's why I spoke up.

"Don't force it, just sob okay?" It was a useless comment. They would probably cry for a while anyways. They did stop trying to choke back their sobs, though they kept sobbing quietly, as if they forgot how to cry loudly.

"I'm scared. I don't know if I want to go home or stay here. I feel unwanted either way. I don't know if anyone would miss me if I left, of if anyone in my world even realizes I'm gone. I'm terrified because it doesn't matter which world I choose. I'll be alone again in either world."

A beat.

Right, they needed to go home eventually. They weren't from this world. I forgot that somehow. Unlike Yuu, who was social, this one wasn't particularly close to anyone. Except maybe ... me.

"Oh? Aren't I right here? Do you think I'll forget you because you vanish for a little?"

"I-I ... I thought you were annoyed by me."

"Then why would I let you cling to me? I could have actively ignored you."

"But you ... you left me alone and I ..."

"So? People can change their minds. I'm not running from you anymore, so don't go running from me, okay?"

"Heh, hehehehe."

"Why are you laughing?"

"Sorry I just- I didn't expect you to say something like that. It's so sweet."

"Don't get used to it."

"Hehe, I know. I'm just ... Thank you."

"... It's fine."

Things were nice after that. We returned to routine.

Or, as close to routine as possible. I found myself gazing at them for longer than I intended. If they were still asleep when I was up, I would pick them up. If they were hungry, we'd eat early, or I'd get Ruggie to buy us snacks.

'Fuck.' I had fallen for them. It was confusing. They weren't particularly pretty, or smart, or even useful. Even so, I found them undeniably breathtaking. I couldn't look away from them.

It was juvenile, but I couldn't help but touch their hand. Just to feel their skin against mine. I wanted to kiss their forehead, to hold them in my arms, to claim them.

I'm no idiot. I know I'm handsome, I know my position, though lesser than my brother's, is coveted. I understand that being a member of royalty limits my options for love. Despite everything, I wanted them to stay with me. If nothing else, I just wanted to continue our days like this. The litte moments of warmth, their laughter, their joy. I wanted to bask in it.

When did my world stop being gray?

No, not my world. Just them.

It's still hard to justify waking up, to find a reason to move forward every day. But even still, I want to be selfish and be beside them. I wonder if this is what it means to feel safe with someone.

"I'm going to graduate this year. You've still got a few years left."

"... Yeah ..." They smile sadly.

"Come to me. When you finish. Find me, and I'll have a napping spot ready to share." It was a stupid promise. They might be blocked from my side. They might not even be able to understand me outside of school property.

But I think their smile was worth it.

--

"You've been sulking in that window every day, brother." A grating voice says, a smirk decorating the words.

"So what?" I glare, irritated by the interruption. I come to this window whenever I think about them. It seems like a spot they'd like. Or maybe they just liked me. Maybe after all this time they forgot me. It would be better that way. For them to forget me, they can live a different life, instead of being tied to the second prince.

"I was just worried. How can I not worry a little when you're my brother?"

"Piss off."

"Ah, I see you don't want company. Should I send your visitor away?" My ears twitch. It's rare I receive visitors. It's even rarer my 'perfect' brother bothers to tell me about them.

"A visitor? Haiz. I have enough sense not to turn visitors away." I shift, hopping down from the window ledge.

My heart is beating faster than I would like. It seems like my chest is going to burst at this rate. It will be disappointing if it's not them, so I shouldn't keep my hopes up.

"Leona?" A familiar voice chimes as I enter the room. They smile warmly at me and walk over, looking at me somewhat reluctantly.

"I'm surprised you actually came here." I hold out my hand. They take it carefully and I pull them into a hug, "Welcome home." I add with a whisper.

They tear up, hugging me tightly.

"Yeah, I'm home." They mutter. They feel warm in my arms. They feel like the keystone of an arch, holding me together despite being so small.

'So, I still love you.' I think to myself, closing my eyes and forcing myself not to do too much. I want to give them soft kisses, I want to whisk them to my room and cuddle with them. I want to tell them how much I love them. But the words don't leave my throat. I can't love them, not as a royal.

"Well, isn't this a nice reunion." That ruined it.

"And you're still here because? This is my guest. I thought you'd leave." I hiss, glaring at my brother.

"There's no need to be hostile. I'm just surprised you have someone close to you."

"Oh? Thanks, I didn't realize I needed to tell you these things."

"I'm not chastising you, I'm glad. Really. Ah, I should probably introduce myself to your lover."

"Lover?"

"Lover?"

"Are you two not? Ah, I'm sorry for misunderstanding." He doesn't sound even slightly apologetic.

"I-It's fine."

"... This is my brother. That's it, don't worry about getting close to him."

"Oh- okay." They smile sadly.

"Well this does complicate things a little. I had just convinced the elders to let you have your lover join you here. But if they're not your lover, then I'll have to clear that up."

"That won't be necessary. It'll be more convenient if everyone assumes we're lovers anyways." 'Though I'm not particularly fond of receiving help from you, I won't turn it away when it benefits me.'

"S-So then- Do I- have to pretend to be your lover?" They seem surprised, their face flushed a bit. It's cute. It makes me want to lick their cheeks and nibble on their ear.

"No, just act like before. Us spending so much time together will get the point across."

"Oh! Okay." They nod, seeming perhaps a little disappointed.

"Last time we spoke, I promised to have a napping spot pick out for us. I think I found one. Though, you'll have to sit on my lap if you want to lean on me." The window ledge wasn't wide enough to sit side by side unless you laid against the window.

'This spot is chosen partially out of my selfishness. If nothing else, then I can hold you tightly. Not that you need to know my reasoning.'

"That's okay. If you're okay with it, I mean. I've always kind of wanted to hug you when napping." They admit wanting to cuddle closer.

'I wonder.'

I pick them up, cupping their rear as they cling to me. They seem a bit surprised.

"W-We could just walk there-"

"We are walking there. What? Did you never wonder how I carried you before?"

"I never thought about it- This is embarrassing. I could just walk with you."

"Hm, no. You clung to me this long, cling to me more, won't you?"

"Leona." They whine.

I can't help but chuckle a little. This was warm. It felt nicer than just remembering them.

"Hey, do you love me?"

"What? I mean- yes. You're the closest person I have."

"I mean, romantically, sexually. How, do you love me?"

"T-This is very sudden- and I don't know how to answer- aah."

"That's fine. We've got plenty of time." I sit down, letting them situate themselves on my lap as we sit by the window. I wrap my arms around their waist, and rest on my chin on their shoulder.

"You're more affectionate than I remember."

"Well, I have to make up for the missed nap time cuddles somehow, right?"

"What? Hah, hahaha. Sure, let's go with that. Leona. I missed you."

"Yeah ... me too."

"I never thought you'd admit it ... so ... the question."

"Do you love me?"

"Yeah, that one ... was it, because you love me?"

"Yeah."

"W-wait really? Um! How so?"

"Hm, I'll tell you after you tell me. I did ask first."

"Hahaha, okay, that's fair." They lean into me, resting against my chest, relaxing in my arms. We sit there for a while, just enjoying each other's company. It doesn't really matter how they answer. We'll stay beside each other anyways. I can tell that much. They wouldn't have found me if they didn't intend to stay.

"Hey ... Leona ..."

"Yeah?"

They turn their head and move so their mouth is close to my ear before whispering their answer. Perhaps embarrassed, or worried that telling me loudly would hurt me. Regardless, the action was cute.

"I'm not sure. I've never felt anything like this before. I've never had the chance. So, I may not get it right the first time. I don't know what type of love this is."

"Okay, then let's figure it out together." I've waited this long, waiting a little longer should be fine. Besides, I'm with them now, so that is enough.

[celenawrites]

mhmmm thinking of biker! Simon 'ghost' riley and his amazingly smart gf who's a woman in STEM

[bibleofficial]

i literally have the pigeon corpse in my freezer

[theynanigans]

blankie (1) obtained!

[fcb-mv33]

If Liam don’t get that seat in 2024 I hope he finds another team some joke if he wins the super formula and doesn’t get that AT seat and then the RB seat

[makerscockandballs]

thinking abt Anders' Awakening codex mentioning he "takes great pride in his appearance and enjoys fine things". yet when we meet him in DA2 he's wearing a makeshift outfit of patched-together fabric thats missing parts and looks more tired and unkempt than ever.

[lokislittlesigyn]

the series did many wrongs but one right was letting us see Loki asleep

[shitpostingkats]

People who draw 7 year gap Phoenix with long shaggy hair deserve the world and I am kissing them gently on the forehead

[fastfists]

I guess the only thing I will say is I hope that they don't do what SEGA keeps doing to poor Shadow and make him basically an edge lord like they love to do...he's 'edgy' sure but that not his entire personality.

[undeadboyfriendsupportgroup]

I may hc Tim as someone with colombian ascendance for personal reasons but also, the tea culture mannnn

[kotaerukoto]

It's pretty good that places Makoto ends up in other verses (Chaldea, Astral Express, etc) aren't bad places at all, because otherwise Makoto's mental health would be hanging by a thread like it does in his main game

[pulpbeing]

art so good it forces me to write angst with the song it reminds me of

[im-no-jedi]

man today is just “get emotional about Echo” day I guess lolololol