#but i think thats a pipe dream

[bongdaddy666]

im almost caught up on the manga and i love that Mika and Yuu are just Evil and Gay and theyre just going on dates, watching the goddamn sunset together. yall fruity asfuck, im sorry there is no hetero explanation

[kinetic-chaos]

Iblis is so back guys

Inspired by one of the memes on this post!

[tinyetoile]

Decided to toss my hat into the Wapeach Redesign Ring LMAO

I do think her normal design is cute I just think she looks too much like Rosalina (though to be fair, she was likely designed first and elements of her design might've been incorporated into Rosalina's...)

Actually in retrospect I probably should've switched the direction of her bangs to differentiate them more... dangit

also yknow how Mario & Luigi are contrasting colours? Well, I noticed this about the "Princess" gang if you add Wapeach to the mix

[mofsblog]

Teehee what if I was an insanely powerful goddess trapped for whatever reason and I was manipulating you into being my way out and you were a human self centred and curious cultist/wannabe scientist who killed and usurped a family of 4 and you were using me for my knowledge and we were both weary of eachother but also had insane amounts of sexual tension and we kissed and then eventually I got impatient and you got paranoid and everything went to shit and you ended up fracturing me and I ended up killing you and despite how little I valued you, it still hurt a little when you died <3

[skrunksthatwunk]

so i didn't finish the paper on time but on the plus side i Almost know how to play mahjong now

[skunkes]

ive mentioned that i like when ppl think Al is real because it lets me know that im depicting this stuff realistically despite having no very little experience on the matter but it's also relieving in a way thats like. Idk!

I've always felt like the doodles i make of cow al and smunker are too gratuitously...positive? And that's how you could tell they Weren't Real/Realistic... Like Al is very much a caricature of positivity, right? Doodles are usually about him being nice and sweet to skunker...so its obviously self insert vent stuff... There's no way its not obvious he's not real, because partners aren't this exaggeratedly gushy and sweet and affectionate, right? Lol? Oh.

⬆️ So it is relieving that ppl think he's real/im just cataloging our Real Life relationship because it means this kind of thing Can exist...ykwim... Do u understand me...

[how2forgive]

even in japan the mommy issues follow me wherever i go

[simp-ly-writes]

Space Cat

─────── · · A Doctor Who Story (pt.6)

Pairing: 10th Doctor x Cat-Hybrid!Reader, Donna Noble & Cat-Hybrid!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You are a cat hybrid and are trying to learn more about yourself and your people with the help of the relationships you had been forming. But just at the tease of something more you find yourself more lost than ever.

─ · · WARNINGS: tension, angst and fluff, confessions, fast-paced, possible non-canon behaviours.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,457

─ · · A/N: took me awhile to figure what I wanted to do with this story, but I hope you all enjoy! let me know what you want to see next :)

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Spoons clinked against the antique china tea cups. Small swirling floral designs in a faded blue underglaze decorated them as you brought the drink up to your lips- coughing down a piping hot sip.

No one had spoken besides Donna who had tried to initiate conversation several times and had failed too. Now an awkward silence filled every molecule in the room as you and the Doctor exchanged glances before Donna's chair was screeching against the tiles- she had had enough.

"You both were making such good process with one another, what should change now?"

"Well when you adopt a pet, you expect them to stay a pet-no? Not some now humanoid-pet-"

"Oi! Who do you think you are calling a pet, Space-boy?" You fire back, an accusatory point you send between his eyes.

Donna shook her head as you two began bickering at one another, in one of her wildest dreams, she would have thought this to be splendid. Her two friends chatting amongst one another in a common language besides a few well-phrased meows against intense British noises; but now it was grinding more than her repetitive footsteps around the room.

"Enough you two! Doctor- you practically keep us humans as pets for your adventures. Whats anymore different then you an alien, to another alien that just-so-happens to turn into a cat instead of a new version of themselves?" Donna takes a deep breath before facing you, her own pointed-figure getting back at your prior actions.

"And you! You cannot speak about becoming a pet while you openly accepted his and mines affection as any other cat-like creature would. Why can't we all just get along? We can just communicate better now- thats the only real difference." Donna concludes, out of breath with her hands on her hips as her eyes dart between the two of you expectedly.

You narrow your eyes into slits while looking at the Doctor as he sends you the same look. You both know what Donna is asking you to do but you both cannot formulate the courage to speak all that goes unspoken.

"Your egos will be the death of us all," Donna curses out before downing the rest of her tea. The cup hitting the table with such might you were surprised it didn't at least crack. Her chair slides against the tiled floors before she exits the room and out down the hall.

The Silence is sickening as Donnas words weigh down all the air as you start to pick out your skin and play with the hair atop your head for comfort. "You know, I rather enjoyed having some... thing that gave me somewhat unconditional, pure love. That spent time with me without understanding the repercussions, without understanding the outstanding politics of it all. I liked how you would just sit there with me, listen to me rant, follow me around like a shadow, comfort me without the burden of someone bringing it up later to use against me..."

You swear to see his eyes becoming foggy as you tentatively reach over and press a hand to his knee in offering, he rests his hand on top of yours as you both allow the words to breathe new air into the space.

"I was so lost... " you started, eyes now sinking into the remaining tea leaves at the bottom of your now empty cup. "I don't understand how I got to the place I am, I was always running and changing into different versions of myself that I didn't know were connected. I thought I was losing myself, going insane- I was a cat for fucks sake! I was desperate for help, for an answer, for... for comfort. I was scared for so long..."

You emit a shaky breath, if you were back in your cat form you would feel your ears pressing against your head, your spine shrinking into itself as your claws dug into your thighs. You were both hurting the already delicate play of your hearts intertwining, wanting what was there but now ultimately knowing that it had becoming tainted- changed.

But just as you raised your knees to press against your chin, the familiar scent of coffee caressed by the hit of otherworldly that make your nose twitch- arms wrapped around your form. A heavy coat of warmth and comfort as his chin rested against the top of your head. The dull hum of the fridge in the background reminded you of a purr as you both sat there and cried for your old selves for being lost and having to pick up the pieces of yourself.

You both were starting for the beginning once again, it pained you to be there again- it discouraged you both from trying but as the minutes ticked over the hour. You found how much more it hurt to be away from him, your body beckoned to be near his touch. Your ears strained themselves to hear him call after you, to join him and fall asleep in his lap, fingers caressing your spine. And by the exhale of the Doctor when you picked up his hand and compared it to the size of your own before interlacing your fingers; you knew that he felt the same way to.

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Some time later... Donna smiled as she watched you follow the Doctor around and equally as the Doctor followed you around different planets to historic monuments. You both practically hung off one another, gripping the mans arm, or his arm around your waist as he practically carried you down a different street.

We can't be friends anymore, Donna sarcastically told herself as you relaxed, head resting on the Doctors lap as he read through a book, fingers scratching your scalp. You and the Doctor appeared closer than ever these days after the discovery, so much so that the Doctor began to adopt your cat-like mannerisms. Tilting his head with curiosity or playful teasing. Often found taking short naps beside you which startled her the most one day, she really did think you both were dead the first time she saw it happen.

You would shift back into your cat-form every now and then, often found lounging on the console as the Doctor worked around you, flicking your forehead in annoyance when you toyed on his patience. Loving the reactions you stirred out of the time lord. Yet he never snapped at you, just a light scolding or he would chase you off into another room before returning to his work.

In some ways, Donna was starting to feel left out, like a third wheel as you both worked seamlessly together. She had never seen the Doctor look happier... but how long could it last for?

─────── · ·

"I've been thinking, Doctor..." you began, playing with the buttons of his jacket as he hummed out, still tinkering under the console giving you part of his attention.

"What's on your mind, kitty-cat?" His voice echoed with a playful light as you cautioned him to watch for the fire- and there goes a scream. You rolled your eyes before stretching up to your full height, offering him a hand up as you wiped his face clean from the smoke.

"I have been doing some more research on my kind, I know that I can't go and see them... but something did pique my interest..." you trail off, cheeks beginning to warm as you cautiously choose your next words. You took in his raised eyebrow and blow out hair that made your heart race, your hands began to fidget before he picked up your left one, giving it a squeeze in reassurance.

"You said that we bonded, which is great- you smell really good-" The Doctor chuckles at his shaking his head as you grIp his other hand and pull him closer to you with excitement, your eyes are so wide, brimming with ideas.

"- but that's besides the point! There are many types of bonds in my peoples culture, so it wouldn't affect ours, but if I bonded with someone else I could go and meet people like me. I could even try and find who my parents are, see if I have any siblings, oh! I would also love to..."

You keep rambling, not feeling how the Doctor slowly releases his touch for you as he takes a step back. He starts to shake his head, trying to physically clear away all the dark thoughts that swarm his mind, everyone always ends up leaving you in some way...

Donna had been observing the whole interaction form afar, worried eyes catching your bright smile that slowly fades as you gage the mood of the room.

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(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) (pt.5) ... (pt.6) (continued on ao3) you are here

[kitkatyes]

thinking about john juniper again

very rambly so im putting it under the cut

Its the fact that in the second game, this man decided that Phoenix, the very same person he named because of their ability to essentially rise from the dead, known to escape anything, can be left alone in a laser trap whilst he goes to the peace summit

juniper is a little incompetent and prideful, but I'd think he'd know better than to leave phoenix alone; well, I think he'd know better than to leave the drill/scredriver/laser thing in such an easily accessible location.

he knows who phoenix is-- thats the real kicker

maybe, just maybe, theres some shred of humility within him because of this

did he want pheonix to escape? I feel like there may be a possiblity-- he has titled himself as 'the worlds greatest actor', after all. perhaps he was so insistent on the idea that phoenix would escape and they wouldn't be directly killed by him

I mean, i can sense a little bit of fondness between the two-- sorta like, a thrill of the chase dynamic (junipers just living the pipe dream of being some sorta evil nemesis-- I like to think he always liked playing the villain in some movies he'd been cast in) And, like, he seemed so surprised when phoenix showed up

I mean, if juniper wanted phoenix dead, why not kill them there? If he wanted to keep them captured, why not take them to the peace summit (imagine that haha <- not-so-subtle plug for one of my fics [listen, i was thinking about that fic before typing this out in a haze, okay? /vsilly]) He could've exposed the agency's involvement and make phoenix an example-- y'know, show them how serious he was

basically, juniper liked phoenix and wanted them to escape

[kaceyunderfell]

Oh look! I wrote something!

[ Just a heads-up I am not the best at writing, so things might be a bit confusing lol ]

My au of @thunder-opossum's Sizzling Waters au

When Raincloud returned to Artificer she had already thought about the interaction between her and Sizzle.

How could he be so stupid.. to think scavengers are anything but vicious killing-machines..

She arrived in the shelter where they were staying that cycle and lied down.

"Find anything of note?" Said her mother.

She thought back to the interaction, then responded "No, just a few scavengers." She hissed

"Alright." Said Artificer "We will deal with those next cycle. For now, we rest."

Raincloud placed her head on the cold floor of the shelter. For the first time in a long time she actually thought about something other than revenge against the scavs. She closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, it looked like she was in a different place. It looked like she was in a completely different shelter, but she knew where it was.

She rubbed her eyes and looked up at her mother. She looked.. different.. The large scar that usually covered the right side of her face wasn't there.

"Thats.. strange.." She thought, looking around. Right next to her was her brother.. even stranger..

Raincloud just stared blankly at her brother for a moment, not registering what was happening, before her mother spoke. "Today, we are gonna pass a Toll. Be on your best behavior, please."

That certainly knocked her out of that trance. She gently shook her brother awake "Do you know what's going on?" She said to him "What's up with mom being all nice towards the scavs all of a sudden? And where did the scar on her eye go?"

"What do you mean..?" Said an all too familiar voice. "She's always been nice towards the scavs.. and what do you mean scar on her eye..? Mom's never had a scar on her eye.."

Raincloud's heart sank. What was going on?

"Alright pups! Time to go." Said Artificer. "We're wasting the cycle just standing here in this shelter."

The three of them exited the shelter. Artificer walked over to Sizzle and picked him up, then she motioned for Raincloud to follow her. She then started walking towards a pipe.

When Raincloud crossed through to the other side of the pipe, there it was. The Scavenger Toll. Artificer and Sizzle were already close to it when she came through.

Raincloud couldn't understand what was happening. Was this a dream? Was she asleep? That's the only explanation she could come up with, but she had never had dreams like this before.

She ran as fast as she could to her mother. Maybe if this was real, she could change what happened that cycle.

"Mother-" But the scene around her shifted before she could say anything more.

In her hand was that.. damned pearl.. She dropped it as soon as she saw it in her hand.

"Theif!" Raincloud had heard from behind her "Kill the theif!"

She watched as Artificer boosted herself past her, onto a platform and ran off. She looked betrayed, who could blame her? She then turned and looked behind herself. She saw them. She knew what would happen next. Shes seen this so many times in her head.

She heard an explosion, then the sound of something hitting water. "They aren't dead.." she thought to herself, not that it did anything in her current situation.

She hissed at the scavengers. She had to think of a way to get out of this situation..

She saw a rock on the ground, usually harmless and would do nothing more than stun a creature for a few moments. She grabbed it and shoved it into her mouth, counting to three before regurgitating it back into her hand.

The rock, now an explosive tool, could be used to get out of this mess. She took a deep breath then threw it at the approaching scavengers.

BOOM!

Everything seemed to vanish in an instant. She opened her eyes to see Artificer shaking her awake.

"The shelter's opening." Said her mother. "Let's go deal with those scavengers now, before they have time to retaliate."

Everything seemed.. wet. The shelter failed, it opened before the rain had stopped.

She got up. "Yeah.." She didn't like water, that was one of the few things she hated. "I hate the rain.."

"You and me both." Her mother chuckled. "Let's go before the shelter gets more flooded."

They both exited the shelter.

"Lead the way." Said Artificer "You know where they were."

"Right, yeah." Raincloud had said she wouldn't tell her mother she had seen Sizzle. But maybe that wouldn't matter. She couldn't just lead her mother on a wild yeek chase. She isn't about to lead her mother somewhere where she knew they wouldn't find anything.

She starts walking in the direction she had been going in the previous cycle. Artificer was close behind her, watching her back.

[missmarveledsblog]

I'll show you different ( Joel Miller x Reader ) part 10 No Outbreak! au

summary : peach got something to ask joel , joel's terrified it maybe the end and tommy is excited to share his news

warning : insecurities but mainly fluffy like these two deserve

previous part

 strange yet welcoming ,  six month after the worst time  in life . Going to therapy was hard at first few session she barely spoke a word then when she did start it was like she couldn’t stop , it call came pouring out, all the anger, pain and guilt that was building all her life , learning to be her own human and know none of it was her fault . it was a process one she was still learning but getting better at . she was starting to ditch the clothes that she was made wear or trained to wear  now she was wearing what she wanted to finding her style , like finding her true self. she was more open not a total social butterfly but it was better than before bantering with the guys at her grandfathers construction site as she was still working in the office.  another good thing was joel, joel miller was there for it all hiding her after her sessions when she cried it all out ,  hyping her up when she was trying new clothes to get although he hadn't a clue of what was what but he did know she looked beautiful and she was looking happy .  he helped her get rid of the spray paint covering it with paint and wallpaper  making sure  it was completely gone . what he did not expect was a brand new pick up truck in his yard another gift trying to get her to take it back was half the battle but she was more stubborn than he was . he wanted her to know he love d her way before all this money business and she would smile and tell him thats why she did it . 

“ you loved me at the lowest of my lows so enjoy the highs with me”  not that she was splashing the cash that much honestly she barely did, biggest thing she  buy for herself was new truck herself one she been wanting since she was little girl .  

she sat on her porch  looking out brow furrowed when he found her . then that look he loved so much , the bright smile and love in her eyes . one look that had him feeling like the luckiest man in the world. yet something was there he couldn't tell what exactly it was but something was there. that had her gaze down and her feet shuffling . 

“ peach baby what’s wrong” . 

“  can we talk” she breathe out her face unreadable as she sat down . 

yet his own experience had him fearing everything , thinking of every interaction.  was she realizing she could do better. did he upset her . it all swirled in his head as he gulped nodding joining her on the step waiting for it waiting for the bubble to pop . 

“been thinking about this alot lately and i can't stop like it permanently  stuck in my brain and driving me crazy” she began as he felt the bile rising in his throat.  

“ baby its ok i get it” he sighed trying to brace himself. 

“ i don't think you do cause if you do then this will be harder ,  i didn't know what love was i mean other family love but love love gosh that was just a pipe dream something i wouldn’t never get a grasp on or so i though then i met you and you really showed me it all what it’s like to be love , i’m not some possession to show of or a source of release and i wanna take that next step with you not marriage way off of that but i would like to more so i wanna wake up every morning and go to bed at your side  , no pressure i mean if you don’t want to that’s totally fine but i wanted to ask “ she sighed feeling the weight of the want and question leaving her . 

“ of course i wanna live with you peach shit i thought you were breaking up with me or something which would be worst day of my life because honestly sad to say at my age this first time i know actual love love too “ he chuckled weakly pulling her to the side. 

“ we have to ask the girls too i mean space here for them actually more space than necessary  but they can have their own rooms and stuff” she smiled brightly , excitedly . 

“ i’ll tell them later but i think we both know that their gonna be happy  they wanted you to move in since they met you “ he kissed her head. 

“ they’re coming in like a month ohh we can let them do their own rooms up or we can do it  get them send me pinterest posts “ . 

“ tommy could stay too” 

“Nah think time tommy start living on his own but he sure is happy for you both “ the man himself smirked  heading towards the two . “ i ain’t staying so wait til i  leave before you two start getting all gross just coming to say i was going on date and be home late” he winked. 

“ you finally asked her out “ peach beamed up at the man . 

“ asked who out ?” . 

“ maria duh “ she rolled her eye patting his shoulder . 

“ i did and she said yes so i better go get ready any last advice “  

“ be the sweet you not the overly flirty you sweet you is just perfect amount of flirty without overdoing it and less cologne “ she nodded as joel hid his face. 

“ do i wear too much “ he asked smile falling off his own . 

“ YES” The said in unison . 

“ ok ok fair observation harsh b

ut fair i guess “ he nodded . 

“ i’m kidding just be you  she likes that “

“ wish me luck and congratulations “ he called as he ran off excitedly . 

“ i’ll be dammed i think he’s nervous , he usually cocky little shit he must really like her” joel  scratched back of his neck . 

“  you realize he stay with her the night i was stabbed because he was terrified she was hurt  , he’s been crazy about her long before he even knew it himself kinda like i was with you “ she kissed his cheek . 

“ first time i met you i was a goner “ 

“ you looked grumpy when i met you first “ she snorted . 

“ that was me trying to play it cool …really grumpy ? “ 

“ yup hot ass grumpy teddy bear. But i love my hot ass grumpy teddy bear” she nodded .

“ old ass grump “ he corrected 

“ hot ass grump just take my damn compliment miller plus ain’t old not when your …”

“ yeah yeah  i mean got keep my girl happy don’t i” he winked lifting her up bridal style carrying her to the front . 

“ i love you joel “ she kissed his cheek 

“ i love you too peach gonna show you how woman like you truly deserves to be love, my sweet peach i’ll show you different “ he crash his lips to her carrying her in the house and really ready to start a better life both deserve. 

Fin

taglist : @harriedandharassed @missladym1981

a.n thank you to all that have read and enjoy the story of peach and joel really love writing this series , i could of done whole damsel in distress thing but we like a badass chick

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[reading-addict-pjorecs]

Hi people, yeah Ik you prob don’t remember following this so get ready for my number 1 amazing fantastic interesting and original story time hehhehe.

Once upon a time mentallyunstablequeen101 was being delusional again and wanted to make a pjo rec blog so they told themselves that they will try to hold up their current side blog kindnessechos Thats what the post you all were tagged in yesterday about.

So then mentallyunstablequeen101 went on with her day.

But here’s the thing they don’t have any patience to wait it out

And they are also don’t want to keep a blog that doesn’t update often, cause they cant do that to their followers it’s against there own code of being.

So their super amazing fantastic solution that they thought of is “drumrolls”

renaming the entire blog and changing its whole identity!

Ik right so ethical

And that my friends is the story behind the disappearance of kindnessechos ( which is ironic cause of the echos lmao)

Só moralish of the story or reasoning ig idk

If you hear calls of kindness in the deep dark shadows of your life

Remember kindnessechos

All jokes aside yeah I’m not good at managing things so I think this is for the best :)

Im working on a intro post but in general this is mostly a Solangelo rec blog I might throw in a few other ships or friendships so that’s why the name is what it is

Intro will prob be out in the next 1-2 days but idk. I’ll tag you guys 🫠

Like the name says just refs I might throw in a poll or two for fanfic of the week or whatever

You guys can also submit works too! Make your own mini rec list even if it’s 5 or 10 or even just one you like! Ik some of you write so send me your works too if you want!

( I want to write too so bad but life happens lmk if you all have tips lmao)

So ummmmm yeah let’s see how this flows through;)

Main : @mentallyunstablequeen101

( if you haven’t caught on- I always have those days you can’t process lmao)

Im also in the process of updating my tag lists so I’m tagging everyone from the long-lost echos-in-the dark-blog so bear with me

If you don’t want to be tagged lmk!

And yes I accept compliments on my story telling. I know, I know it’s almost Better than shakspeare and I’m absolutely hilarious 🤓😁🤓🥸

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[radioactivereads]

bros cuddles (hlvrai)

summary: the science team is Tired and they Cuddle . thats it . lol

a/n: im a tommy kin and i was having a hard time sleeping so i wrote this a few months ago . its all platonic. also bubby is hard to write

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The dripping sound of the pipes was pounding in his head. Every noise felt elevated to the highest degree. Tommy stared at the ceiling, sitting against the wall of the Black Mesa floor, the chill of it feeling like it sunk into his bones. Around him the rest of the crew slept.

 In his brain’s constant quest to identify patterns around him, the science team's sleeping habits were now familiar.

Gordon always slept curled up on his side, tense in his sleep. Tommy had hoped his dreams would allow him an escape from how on edge he always seemed to be, but after noticing that he wasn’t so sure. 

Dr. Coomer and Dr. Bubby often stuck close together, and they were no different now. Coomer liked to sleep on his back, even if it did make him snore, which Bubby complained about, but he also liked to prop his head up on Coomer and lie next to him, resting his head on Coomer’s stomach and muttering in his sleep.

Tommy wasn’t quite familiar with Benrey’s sleep patterns, only catching them napping in the middle of other conversations, or once when he woke up and they were still asleep. They seemed to sleep wherever was most convenient, which was often just wherever he was when they got tired.

However, none of these patterns soothed him in this moment. He found himself struggling to sleep more and more. The sounds of all the weapons echoed in his mind. Each day he was dealing with much louder sounds than what he’d become accustomed to.

He wished Sunkist were here, if only for the selfish reason he wanted to hug her. Her soft fur always helped him fall asleep, and she’d often curl up next to him or by his bed, guarding him from threats, real or imaginary.

But it would be dangerous for Sunkist to be here. Despite her immortality, Tommy always worried that the exact moment she got hurt would be when she suddenly would stop being immortal, or maybe she’d forget she was immortal and maybe that would make her not be anymore.

His dad was nearby, he knew that. He’d been watching more closely these days. Whether that was because of Tommy, Gordon, the ‘incident’, or maybe a mix of all of them, he couldn’t be sure.

He- again selfishly- hoped it was because of him, though he knew deep down that was probably not the case. 

His feelings about his father, the ‘Gman’ were complicated at best. They’re his dad, and he loved them, sure, but the recent reappearance after many years of absence was a big thing to get used to.

His father was busy, yes, but Tommy had always hoped they’d have more time for him someday.

But they never did, and Tommy had stopped hoping.

Tommy didn’t exactly want his fathers “comfort” at the moment. His dad was not very good with emotions like comfort, and Tommy knew it’d likely make things worse.

Tommy was only startled out of his thoughts when someone snapped their fingers in front of him. He scrambled back quickly, but realized it was only Bubby, who was squatting in front of him.

“Jeez loueez no need to be so jumpy!” Bubby scowled, but Tommy had learnt he often did that, and it was not indicative of his mood.

“Sorry…” Tommy muttered. His gaze flicked to Dr Coomer, who was still lying on his back, pawing at the air in his sleep and muttering something about a championship and some sort of gaming console.

Tommy wondered what he was dreaming about before turning back to Bubby.

“You look terrible kid, you should sleep”

Bubby was quite blunt.

Tommy bit back a retort, knowing Bubby was much better at that than him, and it wouldn’t be very smart to start that kind of fight.

“…I can’t sleep” Tommy complained “it’s too much- I-it’s way too loud in here. Even if- even when it’s quiet”

Bubby sat, thinking seemingly

“I usually use Coomer as a pillow” he began, Tommy didn’t inform him he already knew this information

 “but when I focus on his snoring it helps me drown out the sound of anything else”

“But how do you- how are you sure you’re gonna be safe all night then? If nobody’s keeping watch over you”

Bubby waved a hand

“You all are very loudl. If something happens I’m sure I’ll wake up to Gordon yelling his head off”

“…I guess so…” Tommy still didn’t feel convinced.

“Why don’t we try to find a noise that you can focus on?” Bubby offered. Tommy sighed but nodded

“Yea… Usually I have Sunkist a-and she helps me feel safer…” Tommy hugged his knees, and Bubby was lost in thought.

“...Say, you like Wikipedia right?” “The- The free online encyclopedia that anyone can edit?” Tommy looked up hopefully

Bubby grinned. It wasn’t like how people were supposed to grin, Tommy thought. It was more like a chimp bearing its teeth, but he’d learned that was just how he smiled.

Bubby walked over and nudged Coomer with his foot. Coomer muttered about gloves and Bubby rolled his eyes (Or, Tommy assumed he did. He couldn’t quite see behind his glasses.)

Bubby picked up Coomer and carried him over, dropping him on the ground. Coomer jolted and yelled something about ropes, but Bubby tapped him and he calmed down.

“Oh, Hello Dr. Bubb-” “Shut it! That one’s still sleeping” He jabbed a thumb towards Gordon, who stirred a bit.

Coomer’s voice was quieter, but not like a whisper, more like someone had used a remote to turn the volume down.

“Coomer, recite the boy a wikipedia article!” “Wikipedia, The Free Online Encyclopedi-?” “Yes, yes that!!”

Tommy tried to get comfortable on the floor, but it wasn’t working very well. Coomer lied back down, resting against the wall, and Bubby lied down next to him, resting his head on Coomer’s side.

Coomer noticed Tommy’s struggles and kindly patted the spot next to him, offering Tommy to share the space. Tommy was hesitant, he wasn’t very used to any sort of physical contact. He hadn’t had many friends, let alone ones who wanted to be affectionate with him. 

He hated to admit it, but he still flinched whenever Gordon put a hand on his shoulder.

Coomer was the exact opposite however, constantly poking, hugging, and messing with other people, so Tommy suspected it was very normal for him.

Awkwardly, Tommy scooted closer, resting his head on his side, and Coomer put an arm over him. It was very comforting, he had to admit.

“A Chair Is A Piece Of Furniture With A Raised Surface-” Coomer began reciting, and Tommy felt himself relax. 

It reminded him of his dad. Gman would recite OSHA guidelines, rules, and encyclopedias to get him to sleep, whether because he thought it would bore Tommy into tiredness or because he genuinely thought it was interesting was beyond him, but Tommy had grown a liking for them regardless.

As he listened to Coomer ramble on, his mind wandered.

His dad was nearby, and he was safe. He shouldn’t worry about that. Even if it wasn’t as direct as Sunkist’s guarding, Tommy doubted his dad would let him get hurt.

But he didn’t just have to worry about himself anymore. He willed his tired eyes- which he hadn’t realized had closed- open, and his gaze tiredly flicked to Gordon, who was still curled up. He looked to Coomer, who was still reciting the entire page, reading out each resource link letter by letter.

“Hey Dr Coomer?”

“Yes, Tommy?”

“...Can we uhm- Can Mr. Freeman join us? He’s- he looks… cold” 

Coomer’s eyes squinted in a strange sort of smile. “The More The Merrier!”

Tommy stood and walked over to Gordon,  and very gently reached down, tucking his arms under Gordon’s, and lifted him up, careful to not wake him. Gordon stirred a few times, but ultimately Tommy was successful. 

He sat down, moving Gordon to be close to the pile. Tommy curled up by Dr. Coomer again. Bubby was already asleep, and contrary to what he said, he was the one snoring it seemed. Tommy hadn’t noticed that before.

Coomer continued reading out the link he was on, while Tommy’s eyes slowly closed. The dripping of the pipes was merely a background sound now, and easily filtered out. And though he felt the cold of the room threatening to chill him, he felt so warm next to his friends.

This was nice. Tommy appreciated the group's company, of course, but as of late it’d felt… Better than before. Tommy realized in this moment that they were his friends. They cared about him, and they’d help him.

Tommy smiled tiredly, curled up by Dr Coomer and Mr. Freeman.

The cold had passed, and only warmth remained.

He hoped it would last a long time.

[innocent-cat]

You know what would be really cute? The boys teasing Percy about his crush on reader. Telling him he should teach her how to shoot so he’d have an excuse to wrap his arms around her. Bonus would be the girls teasing reader.

writers block rn, so sorry

Percival x Reader

Warnings - vulgar language lol

"You're not funny.", Percy x Reader

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"No way! You're totally into them! PfffHAAHHA!" Scanlan cackled loudly at the ex-noble, bending over and holding his stomach.

"That- that is absurd. Where on earth did you find that assumption?" Percy's face dusted with blush, swinging his head to the side, avoiding eye contact.

Vax's eyes swayed between the two men in the room, cogs slowly turning in his head. His lips curved into a smile, evidently holding back his laughter.

"You just realized Scanlan? Percy stares at them with heart eyes whenever they're in his view!" Vax stifles a giggle, looking over to Percy, waiting for his reaction.

Percy glares at Vax, still red and embarrassed.

"That.. that is not true." He sighed out slowly, giving up denying it after the statement.

"Yeah right Percival." Vax patted his shoulder, laughing. He pulled Percy down with the weight of his lean, and Percy tumbled forward, but regained his balance by tugging back on the slightly shorter man.

Scanlan wiggles his thick eyebrows and smirks upwards at Percy.

"So whats your first move gonna be lover boy? You gonna wrap your arms around them romantically under the stars or something?" Scanlan mocked and choked a laugh after looking at Vax's growing smile.

"Thats- not exa-"

"Percy! You should do that.. when will we ever get a better chance to fix their aim and for you to make a move?" Vax pulled Percy down to level with Scanlan as they discussed what they planned to make Percy do.

"No. I am not doing that, Vax." Percy pulled away from their circle, stunned.

"Percy," Scanlan piped up. "Trust me, as a man whose slept with like, a million women, this is the perfect way."

Both Vax and Scanlan had evil smiles on their faces, visibly hiding their laughter.

Percy stood up tall, and turned. Vax pushed him forward.

"Don't mess it up!" Vax snickered, watching as Percy hurriedly walked away.

//

You sat at a table with the rest of the girls. All of the chitchatting about what color goes with what item, what tea was better, and why we should probably keep a closer eye on Grog. (He got in the cookie jar.)

You let out a sigh as you day dreamed about what life would be like if you hadn't joined Vox Machina. Your mind settled on a life in a farm, caring for various animals and crops. You obviously decided you were glad you joined Vox Machina. Such a mundane life was not your style.

Keyleth's head turned to you, and you felt her eyes burn into the side of your head, as you stared into space. You could almost smell smoke from how hard she was looking at you.

"Hm?" You turned to Keyleth, asking her to explain why she was looking at you.

"Something on your mind?"

You now felt the rest of the table's eyes on you, including Grog's. (Who was now sat in a corner for eating the cookies.)

"You know who is really cute?" You smiled, waiting for Keyleth to offer you to continue.

"Who?" Keyleth purrs out curiously, entertaining your statement.

"Percy."

"What? Really? I thought you would have totally said some kind of Noble or something." Keyleth rested her head to her fist, thinking about what you just said.

"He is a noble, Keyleth?" You giggled at her interpretation of Percy. It is easy to forget your close friends are something more when you feel afloat around them.

Pike laughed at your correction.

"Wow, you just know so much about Percy, that's a little creepy if you ask me." Pike giggled out.

"Everyone knows that, though!" You insist, but Pike keeps laughing, calming herself to say one more thing.

"Not Keyleth, though." She started laughing again, Vex following in suit.

Vex looked at you with a smile. See, unknowing to you, she had discussed with Vax in the past on how to get the two of you together.

"Say, why don't you just ask Percy for aim training? You do need it anyways."

You glanced at her with the side of your eye.

"Actually, I don't. But that'd be so embarrassing! What if he holds me or something?"

Vex laughed- "Thats exactly why you should do it! Don't you think that'd just fulfill your little romantic imagination?"

"Aww! That'd be so cute!" Keyleth purred out, smiling like the sun.

"It's not just an imagination, Vex.." You spoke, deflation shown in your voice.

"Then prove it to me, darling." Vex stood from her chair, walking to you, and pulling you out of your's.

You sighed, holding her hand in your's, and looking up to her waiting for her to tell you she was joking. When she didn't respond, you let go of her hand, and walk out of the room to the hall. You fix your posture and take a deep breath.

You march down the hall, occasionally trailing your fingers against the windowsill's ridges. Your shoes clicked against the wooden floor as the wind picked up out side, pushing the curtains inside, flown toward you.

Pushing them out of the way, you walk directly into Percy.

Percy, who is apparently sick, had a red face as he apologized rapidly.

"Oh- I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." Percy spat out.

"It's okay! I was actually just looking for you." You smile, looking up to him.

"And why would that be?"

"Well, Vex was making fun of my aiming record, and I was wondering if you could help me out because you are the only other person here with a gun?"

Percy laughed, realizing Vex and Vax had set the two of you up.

"Well, I don't quite see why not."

Walking closely by your side, the two of you make a turn down the hallway into the courtyard so he can help you practice aim.

"Why do they look untouched, Percy? Do you secretly suck at aiming?" You giggled, glancing towards him.

"No, I'm just so good at aiming that I never need to practice." He smiled at you, obviously mocking your attempt to poke fun at you.

"Yeah right. You totally suck."

He flicked you in the head and you stumbled, falling behind him. Walking to position you in front of the unmoving target, he puts his hand out to you.

"Well? Where's your pistol?"

Your mouth opened to an 'O' shape, reaching to your pocket and handing him the gun.

He spins the small pistol in his hands, inspecting it.

He stands behind you, towering over your body. His lengthy arms reach to yours, snaking into your hands. He places the pistol into your hand, and reaches for your other hand, placing them together and putting the correct grip on the gun.

"What you want to do is make sure that your right hand is being braced by your left. If you don't, you might as well just be trying to break your wrist. Your right hand needs to stay on the trigger's loop when you're not firing. When you do pull the trigger, make sure you grip tightly on your right hand with your left to avoid dropping the gun."

(A/N - Don't trust my gun advice. I am not a professional, and this is all a guess. All fiction. Not true.)

All you could think about was how close he was to you at the moment. His chest pressed to your back, and his arms wrapped around you gripping the gun with you. He braces your arm as he aims for you.

"See that little line? On the pistol? Thats the line of where your bullet is gonna go. Go ahead and try to hit that target. If anything goes wrong, I will be right behind you to help direct you."

Percy's left hand rested on your hip, and you felt his stare.

You fired, and missed.

"What went wrong?" You spoke with a frown.

His left hand moved from your hip to your shoulder, patting you softly.

"Just your aim was off. Try aiming a little lower."

His right hand moves upward, lowering your arms so it lines up more with the head of the hay-bale target.

You fire again, and this time it hit.

You cheered, happily doing a small dance about the fact you hit a target from such a distance.

"There we go. We'll only be here for a few hours with that kind of luck." Percy laughed at you, watching your posture slouch slightly at the realization that you have to aim practically all day.

Totally not because you're gonna be held by your crush all day long.

[fickes]

hiiiiii

as a pre top surgery transmasc i adore your art so much. it makes me so happy and gives me hope that someday i too will be able to get top surgery!

okay so i like asking peoples personal experiences, so what were the most interesting things about getting ready for top surgery, the surgery itself or the recovery process in your eyes?

also how long did it take to get off of the binder after the surgery? thats the part i worry about the most bc i cant wear a binder bc my lungs are inept (affectionate) so i worry how thatll go but i mean itll be worth it obviously.

anyway whatever you are comfortable sharing about the surgery process, id love to hear it!!! have a great rest of your day

Thanks so much :) I'm answering this publicly in case other people find this information useful, but let me know if it's a problem and I'll take it down right away. Also feel free to message me with any follow-up questions.

I should let you know a lot of my comics are a bit dramatized for comedic purposes. I don't lie at all but sometimes I phrase things to be funny, not accurate ;)

Let's get into it - first of all, speaking as someone who needed top surgery but felt it was a pipe dream for soso long, I'll say a) it was well worth the wait and b) it wasn't nearly as hard as I expected it to be, both logistically and physically. I had the advantage that I live in a pretty liberal state in transgender law and financial aid, but the disadvantage of having a few medical conditions that I expected to make the surgery pretty hard on me (and that blocked me a little in terms of getting medical permission). If you live in the USA, I may have more specific legal guidelines for you if you want it.

In terms of the binder! I actually have a chest deformity that made wearing a binder extremely painful and probably damaging. I usually had to opt for sports bras etc., and this was a big concern for me, too, in terms of the binder that you have to wear after surgery. The vest the hospital gave me was problematic because it didn't fit me right and was causing a lot of pain. I'm not sure if my deformity had to do with it or not. But the point is: I told them the problem, and they gave me the option of just going out and buying Under Armour compression sportswear. This SAVED me, and it was FAR less painful than any binder or binder substitute I've ever worn. I could wear it 24/7 and barely even notice the pain, and it was only about $20 online. This is definitely worth asking about ahead of time to any potential surgeon. Even if this particular solution doesn't work for your case, they probably have others. There are a lot of us with bad lungs/ribs!

I was required to wear the compression shirt for 6 weeks. After that, I've chosen to continue wearing it on and off because I still have a little swelling. They expect that to be done by 6 months.

The worst parts were the vest (before I replaced it with the sportswear) and the drains. The worst part about the drains is they do hurt, and if the tubes shift at all you can feel it inside your body (BAD feeling). Unlike everything else, they were gradually hurting more the longer I had them. I got them out after a week, and after that recovery was no problemo at all. The drains are the hard part - I think most people agree with me on this one. Some people experience pain getting them removed, too, but for me it just felt a little weird.

The most interesting thing to me was the result itself. The wound, the bruising, the stitches, the glue, and the scars. Watching my own skin heal itself into a new shape was fascinating! I was allowed to change the dressing on day 2 and it was a pretty gruesome sight, but it also felt RIGHT. I was expecting a difficult adjustment. Even with the gender euphoria, a lot of trans people say they felt woozy or strange when they first saw the results. It can take a long time for your brain to adjust to your new shape. But for some reason, for me, it just immediately felt right. It's already hard to imagine my chest having ever been different.

[hyperfixatingonbowuigisohard]

Super Mario Bros Labyrinth AU (Pt1)

(With Bowuigi to come!)

So we're gonna create this AU in the form of bullet-point fanfic, cool? cool.

We start out with the Mario Brothers messing up a plumbing job

Mario forgot an important tool in the truck, and instead of asking Luigi to go get it he tries to use a different tool instead

(Even tho Mario knows its a bad idea)

Big surprise, they fuck up the entire floor's plumbing and have to fix it all for no charge

Luigi tries to cheer up his older brother

"It's-a okay big bro! We all a-mess up! You know how many times I've-a used the wrong tool?"

Mario is just not feeling it today, embarrassed and angry at himself

"Yeah I a-do! Because I have to a-clean up your messes!"

And Mario goes off on Luigi

Yelling and Scolding Luigi for anything he can think of

Desperete to distract himself from his own failures

Luigi doesn't know that tho and is just in tears

What did Luigi do wrong? Was he really this much of a burden?

They finally park the truck and Mario slams the door shut

They start walking upstairs to their apartment

Luigi behind Mario trying to understand what he did wrong

Mario not answering him

They get into their apartment

Mario spins around and screams at Luigi

"Leave me alone!"

"Mario please, just tell me what I did wrong!"

"Why do I always have to have the answer for you?! I wish you would go and be a burden to someone else!"

Out of no where, there's a bright flash of light and thunder lets out a single deafening roar

When Mario opens his eyes, Luigi has vanished

There's not even an indention in the carpet of where his footsteps were

There's no trace

Mario instantly regrets everything

He panics

He calls out for Luigi

But he doesn't get very far before the window behind him shatters

Mario spins around, and sees him

An Anthropomorphic Turtle/Dragon Monster, stands in his window-frame

He's absolutely ginormous, and has broken the window and the wall in the process of entering

He doesn't wear clothes, but he does have a jabot tie around his neck and a vibrant red cape flowing behind him

He looks down at Mario with threatening authority

Mario immedietly puts his fists up, not knowing what who this is

Mario knows it he must have something to do with what happened to Luigi

"What have you done to my brother?! Bring him back!"

"What's said is said, puny plumber!" the monsters says.

"I'm King Boswer, King of the Koupa. I've taken you're brother to my castle, where he will be a--what did you called him? Ah, yes: a burden to myself."

Mario freezes

"I...I didn't mean it!"

"Thats what they all say"

Bowser steps down from the Window and into the house

(well, as well as he can fit)

"Mario. Go back to your truck." he scoffs. "Go live your silly pipe draining-dreams. You can forget about Luigi."

"I won't." Mario clenches his fists. "I can't have my dream without him."

Bowser rolls his eyes

Bowser looks behind Mario and points ahead.

"See that?"

Mario turns around, and suddenly he's no longer in his and Luigi's apartment

He's in a feild of dead flowers, looking out over a massive Labryinth

In the center is a just as massive castle, of lava, spikes, and rock

"Thats my castle, where I'm holding Luigi. In the center of the Koupa Kingdom."

"You mean the Labryinth?"

"Its both, you annoying thing."

Bowser stands in front of Mario, blocking his veiw and glares.

"Turn back Mario, before its too late."

"I can't. I have to get Luigi back."

Bowser rolls his eyes and smirks.

"You have until Sundown Tomorrow to solve the Labryinth Before Luigi becomes my bride"

And with that, Bowser vanishes just like Luigi

I hope you all like this first part of the story! LMK if you liked it and want to see more! I really appreciate comments and reblogs <3

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