#Pluto's Corner

[penncilkid]

Redacted ask game. If you haven’t done it already. ,,,, 35. 🔫 /aff

35: Okay so I will give this honor to the DAMN Crossover in Freelancer S1! Here's how it went down:

"Ooo okay this is that Gavin guy they told me about! Loving the vibes, I'll start piecing—"

"Wait who's... are... are we in love with our guidance counselor— Is this even allowed—"

And then I promptly discovered I was several episodes into the season, started from the beginning, and really haven't looked back since? (/lh /pos) Freelancer Seasons 1-3/Current are one of my favorite series on the channel and that's held up to this day. I got up to the qualifiers for the E&E Games (Vincent/Lovely's video to be specific) before I realized I needed more context before I got to Inversion, so I started going back and getting through the other playlists.

I officially got caught up when "that one audio where Lovely ate shit on the side of a mountain" dropped, which is also when I started using Tumblr more seriously/actively. So yeah! I love my SPIN (because it feels far past a hyperfixation) and I'm glad I'm still here /pos

[penncilkid]

"Stop it."

"Stop what?" Milo asked, chuckling.

"Looking at me like that!"

"Like you're the only person in the whole world?"

PLUTO WHAT IF THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW? </3 /POS

Been in a weird writing funk for a few months now so I thought I'd try to write something small for y'all here. Of course, it is Milo/Sweetheart. Of course it is a comfort fic. This seems to be the theme when I am not in the best of spirits. Anyway, writing below the cut!!

"Sweets! I'm home!" Milo called as soon as he was in the door. The house was dark, something he noticed when he pulled into their driveway. The text that Milo sent to Sweetheart saying he was on his way home went ignored, which was unusual. The house was quiet too, which was also unusual.

Well, almost quiet, as the meows of Aggro started coming through the house as the cat made his way to Milo. Aggro found him as he was just putting his keys and wallet down, rubbing up against his legs and meowing up at him. He seemed a bit stressed more than usual, which worried him.

"Hi buddy," Milo said, a small smile on his face, bending down to pet him. "Where's Sweetheart?"

The cat blinked up at him for a second before taking off down the hallway. Milo followed without hesitation, worry creasing his brows. He knew that nothing bad had happened, but he still couldn't help but worry. They had bailed on the plans with the pack tonight because something came up at work again. They had been going nonstop for weeks at this point, early mornings leading to late evenings. It wasn't good for them, Milo could say that much. The tension that they carried in their body the last little bit was not fun to watch, or the growing dark circles under their eyes. Milo wished he could stop time every time he heard Sweetheart's alarm go off and they begrudgingly dragged themselves out of bed. Just to give them a few more moments of rest that he knew they deserved.

When Milo got to the bedroom, Aggro was staring at the closed door in front of him. Odd. Normally Sweetheart would leave it open enough for Aggro to come and go freely.

"Is this what had you so worried?" Milo asked him, to which he got a meow in response. Milo knocked gently on the door, ear pressed close to hear if they were in there. He didn't hear anything. A frown edged his lips. "Sweetheart? You in here?"

When he didn't get a response, he opened the door and stepped inside, eyes adjusting to the dark fast and spotting a figure curled up in the bed. Aggro bolted under his feet and was on the bed in a split second. The figure on the bed stirred a bit as Aggro sniffed around before settling beside them.

As Milo turned on the bedside lamp, he realized that Sweetheart had fallen asleep still in their work clothes. He sighed, glad that they were okay and unharmed. He brushed some hair out of their face, hand trailing down their cheek afterwards. Sweetheart stirred a bit more, eyes blinking open at the touch.

"Well hello there," Milo said, a small giggle breaking out from under his breath. He still was rubbing gentle circles into their cheek.

"What time..." Sweetheart slurred, reaching for their phone that was haphazardly placed beside them. If Milo had to guess, they were likely on it before falling asleep, and it dropped when they were finally out. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Just after ten," Milo answered them when they frowned at their now dead phone. "Just got home."

"Sorry," Sweetheart muttered, rubbing their eyes.

"Don't apologize," Milo said, fondness dripping from his words. "But, I tell you what. Why don't you finally get out of these clothes and put on some pyjamas? It might be a bit more comfortable."

Sweetheart nodded, sitting up with the guidance of Milo's hands, a yawn spiling from their lips.

"Stay here," Milo whispered to them, crossing the room to the dresser, rooting around for a pair of pyjamas.

"You don't have to--" Sweetheart started.

"I want to, though," Milo cut them off, already walking back. "I'm still wondering how you were able to fall asleep like this," he said jokingly, placing the pyjamas beside them and plucking off their glasses.

"Was tired after work, and it was, like, 7 PM by the time I got home. I had already eaten so I was just gonna lay down for a little bit. Looks like I ended up falling asleep," Sweetheart explained.

"It must have been a long day," Milo commented, reaching for their wrist so that he could take off their watch. He kissed along their knuckles when he was done, and he just caught the small smile that graced their lips at the motion.

"Something like that," Sweetheart sighed.

He turned to place the items on the bedside table as Sweetheart started to change. When that was done, he reached for their phone to plug it in, already setting the alarms that they set every night in the process. It was quiet in the room, but Milo didn't mind that. As long as he could feel Sweetheart's aura pulsing from them in time with their core, that was all he needed. Not to mention Sweetheart was still half asleep, there probably wasn't anything that they wanted to talk about.

"Are you hungry?" Milo asked after he finished his tasks, pressing a kiss into Sweetheart's shoulder. "When was the last time you ate?"

"At six," Sweetheart said. "Supper was bought for us when we had to stay behind. It was very nice actually. Though..."

"You want a small snack don't you?" Milo teased, already moving back toward the kitchen. "The usual?"

"Please," Sweetheart said. There was a pause before Milo heard their feet come padding behind him. "I love you," They added from behind him.

"I love you too," Milo said, hand instinctively reaching behind him. Sweetheart's fingers intertwined with them in a heartbeat, making Milo's chest fill with warmth. "Some would even say I love you more."

"Impossible," Sweetheart said, chuckling.

In the kitchen, Sweetheart didn't break away from him until he handed them their smoothie drink from the fridge. Milo grabbed the last of the strawberries from the fridge, and grabbed a bowl and a knife, before settling beside where they sat on the counter.

"How was the party?" Sweetheart asked. "Did you have fun?"

"Not as much fun as I would've if you were there," Milo said sincerely. He loves his pack, of course he does, but he also loves showing off for Sweetheart who loves his antics. Secretly.

"Oh, stop," Sweetheart said, but even when they took a sip of their drink they weren't able to hide their smile.

"And the pack missed you," Milo added. "Got asked where you were at least every few minutes for the first, like, half hour."

"They missed me that much?"

"You've barely been around for three weeks at this point, Sweets, of course they have," Milo said. "They love you."

Sweetheart didn't answer, but Milo could sense that they were glowing without even looking at them. When he did glance at them, he was caught by their beauty again. Even like this, with their hair a mess, cheeks red with sleep, and the last remaining lines fading from their skin. God, was he ever lucky to have them.

When Sweetheart realized what he was doing, they groaned, pushing his face away from them. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" Milo asked, chuckling.

"Looking at me like that!"

"Like you're the only person in the whole world?" Milo asked.

Sweetheart didn't answer, just grumbled something, much to Milo's amusement. "Just focus on the strawberries before you cut your finger off."

"Please," Milo said, "I could do this in my sleep."

"I'm not rushing you to the hospitable if you hurt yourself," Sweetheart said.

"Sure," Milo said. "The love of my life, my mate, wouldn't bat an eye if I accidentally cut myself."

"I wouldn't," Sweetheart said.

"Which is totally reasonable," Milo said, "especially after I've been terrorizing you with my lov--ow!"

Milo dropped the knife, clutching his right thumb with his other hand. Sweetheart immediately reacted, placing their drink down and grabbing for his hand.

"What did I tell you! Here, let me see," They chided, brows creasing together as they pried his fingers away from his thumb to see--nothing. Sweetheart stared at his thumb for a few moments, blinking, before they groaned again. "You jerk!" They said, lightly pushing him away. "I was worried about you!"

"So you do worry when I hurt myself," Milo teased.

"You're evil," Sweetheart grumbled, crossing their arms.

Milo hummed, scootching over so that he could settle between their legs, a hand automatically settling on their thigh. "You love me," he said, his other hand coming up to cup the back of their neck and pull them in for a kiss. For someone who thought he was evil, they sure did respond to his touch, melting into him the second their lips touched.

"Evil," they muttered against his lips, though with considerably no force behind it.

"Will this make up for it?" Milo asked after he pulled away, reaching for the bowl beside them and presenting it.

"Maybe," Sweetheart said. They accepted the offered bowl.

"Dork," Milo muttered fondly, stealing a strawberry half. Sweetheart didn't respond, just wrinkling their nose at him. "Do you have the weekend off?"

Sweetheart nodded. "Finally."

"Perfect," Milo said, smiling.

"I swear to God if you say 'like you'--"

"Like you," Milo said, chuckling when Sweetheart lightly smacked his chest. "Eat, so we can go to bed."

--END--

[lesbiandreamriso]

The table scene where May flips back and forth from frowning to smiling, trying to comfort Oon while pretending not to know she' leaving her. Pluto writers teach me your ways. This is angst perfected.

[spoopy-nevermore-dump]

Misfit 4? Nah, misfit 5.

[peachyseen]

GMM are cowards for not letting the Pang, Phim, and Jan storyline end in poly. Everyone booed!

[kuratm]

I JUST RETURNED FROM THE MOVIES AND HOLY SHIT? HOLY FUCKING SHIT, SONIC 3 BLEW ALL MY EXPECTATIONS, IN BEST WAY POSSIBLE! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

spoilers under read more!

first and foremost, THE REFERENCES TO SONIC ADVENTURE 2! THE BIKER SHADOW SCENES! THE AKIRA REFERENCE! not only it put a big smile on my face, but brought SO MUCH NOSTALGIA to me. i shit you not, when they played live and learn, my inner child screamed and jumped in joy 🥺 also the def not obvious references to snapcube sonic LMAO i've come to make an announcement-

secondly, THE SCENES WITH MARIA AND SHADOW HIT ME SO HARD! they were sad in video games, don't get me wrong, but THIS MOVIE? holy shit, they amped up the sadness of it - leaving me a crying mess in the cinema 😭😭😭

thirdly, the fucking part where ivo and gerald (both portrayed by jim carry) went "it's almost like we're the same actor in a movie!", made me LAUGH so fucking hard MKDMRKFMTGMTMKG holy shit, i never laughed so hard like i did in that moment

additionally, i wanna say it's interesting what the movie did with gerald's character - bc in the games, he was more so a background character and the victim who was forced to create shadow... but, in the movie? he's actually a VILLAIN, which is honestly a really nice change.... but also, the way he died with a fucking fart and poof 😂😂

also, the way sonic and shadow mirror each other is PHENOMENAL. they mirrored each other in the games, true, but it wasn't as IN DEPTH as it is in this movie, and i just... i really love how they added more character in these goofy fellas ;u; made my lil heart spark with joy

last but not least....

REVENGE GUAC

[fadedrainbowbookshelves]

He was just trying to get something mailed, he didn't come to be offended.

[waywardsalt]

smt iv is a great game but i do fucking hate pluto castle

[horse-apple-pie]

[ID: digital artwork of Toby, a little boy with long hair, sitting in bed, The room is illuminated by a rocket shit nightlight. End ID]

fun fact, this is the first time I've ever drawn toby with his hair down. And I'm pretty sure i made it way too short

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

@koboldisnotfree

Messy little Pluto. I love her. Her death BROKE ME

[hypnagogics]

missing u hours…. sigh……

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

I cant believe you'd deny him his premonokuma swarm spaghetti

He’s just gonna have to go to a secluded corner of the school or something. He can’t keep getting away with it

[penncilkid]

I FINALLY GOT TO READ THIS NOW THAT FINALS HAVE FINISHED AND MY WORK SCHEDULE STOPPED KICKING MY ASS, OH MY GODS!!!!

LIVEBLOGGING NOTES, AS PROMISED (pulled from Discord):

[Terra/Caelus Liveblog Shenanigans] -Let's get into it takes a seat -"squeaking in excitement" AGH /POS -Terra, my beloved, my adored, never change /pos -"He already packed her sneakers, just in case." WHAT IF THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW /POS -If Terra/Caelus have zero fans, I'm DEAD /lh /pos -NEW MUGS? /POS -"That's cheating." // "That's gambling, my friend," Cackling /pos -["I think they fit us perfectly." // "I think they do too, Love," Caelus said, tone soft.] SOMEONE SEDATE ME /POS

NO ONE GETS THEM LIKE I DO (besides Pluto but they created them so IT DOESN'T COUNT), YOUR HONOR, YOUR HONOR, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, TERRA AND CAELUS ARE SO— AGH /POS

PLUTO, HAND OVER DESIGN NOTES/DETAILS, I HAVE APHANTASIA, I CAN'T SEE THE BANANA (/REF), BUT I'D DRAW THEM IF I COULD, PLEEEEEEEEASE /POS

For the prompt post: Terra/Caelus in a modern/no magic/human AU 👀 just them being them in a different font

Jumping ahead in the cue a bit because I'm trying to write a separate thing for them and I need to work on their characterizations.

For those who don't know who Terra/Caelus are, they are my two god characters in the universe that I am building. Where this is a human/no magic AU I'm not gonna talk about the facts that I have about them to catch people up to speed (but I WILL give them if someone asks, I will tell you so much if you ask I can't shut up about them) and we'll see where this goes.

Anyway, moving on, and I'm not paying attention to anything specific this time around so it will be under the cut ^^

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

"Love," Caelus said quietly, poking his head into the room. "Are you awake?"

"No," Terra grumbled, turning away from the door.

"Oh, okay," Caelus said. "Guess I'm going to the farmers market by myself today. That's fine, you need your rest--"

Terra was turned back around in a heartbeat, making Caelus chuckle. "We're going to the farmer's market?" She asked.

"That's what we agreed on last night, yes," Caelus confirmed.

"Who's gonna be there?"

"Well, there's no way to know for sure, but I heard through the grapevine that the smoothie maker you love so much--"

That got Terra out of bed, squeaking in excitement. She rushed around the room, clamouring to get ready. Caelus openly laughed this time, the sound reverberating in his chest.

"I'll get our bags ready," Caelus said, dipping back out of the room.

By the time he was ready, Terra came tearing out of the room. "Come on, let's go," she said.

"Shoes," Caelus said.

"Right, that would be important." She bent to grab her sandals, and Caelus raised an eyebrow.

"You sure you want to wear those?" He asked. "You know how much walking we have to do."

"It goes with the outfit, I'll be fine," Terra said. Caelus just sighed, a small smile spread across his face. He already packed her sneakers, just in case.

When Terra straightened again, Caelus held out a granola bar. "I'm not even hungry," Terra countered.

"You will be in about five minutes. It takes fifteen until we're there, and then probably another ten before we get any kind of food in our hands," Caelus said. Terra took the granola bar with a huff, rolling her eyes.

Caelus kissed her cheek before opening the door. Terra flounced through, smiling. As he was closing the door, she spun back around.

"My bag--"

Caelus held it out to her.

"Oh. Well, thank you. What about--"

"It's all in there. And I have the keys," Caelus answered.

"I really can take care of myself," Terra said.

"You can, but you were busy and excited, and I know that you get forgetful when you're like that," Caelus reasoned, turning to lock the door. "Besides, it's you. I don't mind taking care of you."

"Well, thank you anyway," Terra said. Caelus didn't have to look to see she was flustered. He could hear it in her voice.

"You'd do the same for me," Caelus reminded. He turned back to her, reaching his hand out, "Come on, let's get going before it gets too busy."

Terra took his hand, smiling. There wasn't much conversation between the two of them on the walk down, but that was fine by Caelus' means. He got to watch Terra take in the scenery, munching on the granola bar that he gave her. She was as handsome as ever like that, early sunlight making her glow. There would be a few things along their walk that would spark dialogue between them, usually in the form of Terra remembering a fact that she told him about certain landmarks or ones that were tangentially related to whatever train of thought she had in her head. It was always something new with her.

For example, they were passing by a construction site that had been there for ages, and Terra gasped.

"Did you know that this is gonna be the new Playhouse?" Terra asked. "Cause I did not until I was looking it up a few days ago."

"I actually did not know that," Caelus hummed. "I had never thought about where it was moving, just that it was."

"I also found out that a lot of people were upset they're moving the old one," Terra said. "Which, I get, but also that building is so old. They're building a new one because it's getting unsafe to be in there. Not to mention the new one is gonna have, like, three different-sized theatres, so it actually allows for more events to happen."

"Interesting," Caelus mused. He was never sure what ever prompted Terra to look up this information, but it was entertaining.

Once they got to the farmers market, Terra bolted for a food truck, tugging Caelus along. It didn't take as long as usual to get some food, and they were sitting at their usual picnic table in no time. A few of their friends found them, and they joined as well. Caelus hadn't seen the three in a while, it was a nice surprise.

"We've been out of town on a contract," was the explanation given by Ases.

"Can't separate the three of you, huh?" Terra teased.

"We're just that good," Amos said, slinging his arm around Ditia, the third in their group, who rolled their eyes.

"Oh!" Ases said, drumming against the table briefly, "Terra! Did you see the new mugs?!"

"New mugs?" Terra questioned. "Where?"

"I have to show you, come on," Ases said, as she reached across the table to grab Terra's hand.

"I'll be right back," Terra said hurridly to Caelus, just managing to kiss him on the cheek before being pulled off. Amos shouted after them, jumping up to follow.

Ditia sighed, resting their elbow on the table so they could put their head in their hand. "Never a dull moment with them, huh?"

"Never," Caelus agreed, smiling. "Wouldn't change it though, would you?"

"Never," Ditia parroted, giving a smile of their own.

"They're gonna come back with so many mugs," Caelus murmured, before going to take a sip of his smoothie.

"So many mugs," Ditia agreed, laughing. "five bucks says they come back with matching couple mugs."

"Yours or mine?" Caelus asked.

"Both," Ditia said.

"You know what? I'll take you on that one," Caelus said, reaching out his hand. Ditia shook it firmly.

"Brave, knowing our partners."

"Just Terra or just double A, maybe. But it's unlikely that they all come back with the same idea," Caelus said.

"We'll see about that," Ditia said, sipping their coffee.

It was fifteen minutes before Caelus saw Terra again. It was clear that the group went to more than just the mug stand, and Caelus chuckled. However, when he saw two mugs in her hand, two in Amos', and one in Ases, he groaned.

Ditia laughed, "hand it over, big guy," they said, holding out their hand.

"How'd you even know?" Caelus asked, fishing out a five-dollar bill.

"They were talking about it when we saw the stand earlier," Ditia said, pocketing the money. "I knew they'd convince Terra if she found the right set."

"That's cheating."

"That's gambling, my friend," Ditia said.

"Caelus!" Terra called out now that she was close enough. "Look! They had matching mugs!"

"I see that," Caelus said.

"They have cats on them!" Terra said, placing them down in front of him. They did in fact have cats on them, one sporting a black cat and one an orange cat. "I think they fit us perfectly."

"I think they do too, Love," Caelus said, tone soft.

"It was really Double A's idea, they were getting matching mugs for them, and they said that I should look too," Terra said.

Caelus glanced at Ditia, who winked. "You don't say."

"Look at what else I got," Terra said, starting to unload the tote bag she no doubt also bought.

Caelus smiled, settling in for the explanations that were going to accompany each item. He really couldn't go to the farmers market without this situation. However, he wasn't about to tell Terra no. He'd listen to her ramble for ages.

He wouldn't change this for the world.

-END-

[the1bidding]

Trying to draw other characters and I’m so used to only drawing Damien that I can’t draw gregory. Fuck you Gregory this is your fault

[spoopy-nevermore-dump]

[plutosfallenangel]

Sea Urchin - a short poem

I've never experienced stillness quite like this before, tranquility that generously sits below the base of my body. I couldn't begin to describe the rhythmic patterns I feel underneath my feet as I write.

Stillness for a moment, finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a net cast out with a single mission to catch me after weathering the harshest swells and seasons.

With each waved that passed, I adopted a new version of myself, a version who could face even the deadliest of sharks and the deepest of depths. Maturing into something stronger, something the wind couldn't even bare to break. But when the tension finally broke beneath the surface you could find yourself staring at a lone sea urchin, who over the millennia evolved to withstand rising tides and cold darkened waters.

Upon reaching the shore, a grim realization bubbled to the surface that this extra armor could no longer be shed. It had grown to become such a part of my being that there finally wasn't any room between us anymore. That hard-shelled thing had not only become an exterior, it became me and I became it.

It wasn't until my eyes were able to rest upon a real sunset that I was able to see what light I had laid throughout the dark skies. I had once forgotten those glimmers. It was only then, while cast away in such waters that I had left behind light to remember my way back home. Light that lasted as long as the stars do. Shooting stars. As I watched the sun bend to the edge of the horizon, a shooting star passed by, and I got to remembering, I've finally found my way back home.

And as the light from my long forgotten star slowly dissipated into the sky, an unfamiliar feeling slowly crept over the snugly fit armor around me and somewhere off in the distance I heard the ocean ring these words,

How can one embrace true release in life if they're not willing to surrender themselves entirely to the experience of it. You can't fix what was never broken, but you also can't grow without a little rain either.

03/14/23