#i wrote soo much

[whumpy-wyrms]

love being wide awake at 2am on a school night. good news is i’m almost done with tllr chapter 15

[kiras-law]

dn au where lawlight are both cannibalists . light is kira , a cannibalistic serial killer thats been on a rampage for multiple years . L is the detective thats chasing him , who also has a penchant for human flesh . he gets his meals in less cruel ways (watari does his dirty work) . what if we were both evil and ate people . what if we ate each other . and also are evil .

[obizenyukii]

top 10 obizenyuki moments (+all of the honorable mentions that i almost picked bc these three are too much .) DISCLAIMER: these are my opinions and also i talk a lot. <3

under the cut bc this is so long oh my god

number 10

THIS PANEL OF THEM BEING SO AT PEACE RESTING BY EACH OTHER'S SIDE. OBI DEEP IN CONTEMPLATION AS HE WATCHES OVER SHIRAYUKI AND ZEN. THEM SLEEPING SO SOUNDLY BECAUSE THEY CAN LET DOWN THEIR GUARD AROUND HIM. I'M FINE.

every time i see this panel i just feel so happy. they belong together.

number 9

needless to say you'll miss the young miss, but you'll be lonely without me too, i bet. this entire conversation . obi saying this as a light joke but also because he knows how much they both mean to zen. obi searching, in a way, for a reassurance that he /is/ needed and wanted as well, since it's so obvious that shirayuki would be. zen's response. this is a moment that shirayuki isn't physically in so i bumped it down a few places, but it's still so meaningful for the ot3.

number 8

obi longing for zen and telling his bestie (zen's gf, who he's known for also occasionally longing for) about it casually under the stars (and saying he'll say that to zen under the stars) . i know what you are .

this moment is absolutely iconic and one of my personal favorites <3

number 7

ot3 date <3333 the entire next chapter is just a bunch of cute moments of them (honestly could have had like 300 pics on this post if there wasn't a limit). them spending time together, goofing off, having fun and enjoying each other's company. give me 10 more of these dates please.

number 6

whenever i reach out my hand, you would grasp it?

the most iconic trio of all time you will not change my mind. this moment being an unsaid promise between the three of them to always come back to each other . lay me to rest

number 5

THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NOT DASHING OVER TO HER RIGHT NOW IS ALL THE ANSWER I NEED. THE TRUST. GOD. SHE CAN HANDLE HIM. I'M ON THE GROUND.

this moment is not as talked about (at least i haven't seen much of it discussed) but it's SO important to me. so much is being said without needing to spell it out. obi and zen keeping watch from afar, content in each other's company but also making sure shirayuki is in their sight. this is so romantic to do under the stars . they make me unwell. i need a vacation

number 4

obi and shirayuki always keeping zen in their hearts no matter what, despite him wishing not to weigh on them. this also touching on zen telling obi he wishes the title he gave him won't be a burden to him. the bond they have is highlighted so beautifully here. it's pure love <3 i'm sick to my stomach. /j

(& the bonus of obi and shirayuki seeing zen off together and looking at his retreating figure fondly. this is so romantic . i'm crazy .)

number 3

the iconic whenever i'm with you two it's always like this ;^;; <3 obi's love towards these two started to take root here. you don't understand because it's love dude . you don't understand because you were never attached to someone like this. you never had a home to come back to, never had the acceptance and understanding you have in them. dumbass. (said fondly)

it's okay, he learns it later <3

number 2

zen, furiously questioning obi and shirayuki on their health, making sure they're fine, and finally pulling them into a hug. his relief to have them safe and healthy in his arms. them realizing how worried he was . this is probably the most iconic obznyk moment and is a contender for n1 for sure, it was tough choosing between the n1&n2 moments ;; . god this moment. zen's "that's the most important thing" . don't talk to me i love them

number 1

the iconic line that is also my ship tag, if it's for you and mistress, i'm willing to go anywhere </3 this moment was what solidified the ship for me when i was only an anime only (shudders) slowly getting into the fandom. the anime was enough but this entire chapter had me setting my house on fire (joke). the brainworms never stopped. the entire chapter is so crazy ot3 but this moment is my favorite and overall the message/highlight of obi's resolve & his answer to zen's questions. it also showed more than any other moment obi's love & dedication to shirayuki and zen. shirayuki isn't even in this scene but it's still my favorite ot3 moment in the manga so far <3

and now, some honorable mentions. these following moments were all contenders for top 10 bc obznyk is so good. also these are not all of the obznyk moments in the manga ofc. there are many that i couldn't find in my screenshots and tried to find skimming through the manga but failed lol. these are just some classics/faves.

zen's iconic heart eyes

pretty early on in their relationship development, zen liking seeing them together ;;

zen being so happy around obi and shirayuki ;-;

zen introducing himself as obi and shirayuki's companion <3 it's just spelled out at this point lol

zen's heart eyes pt 100, if this post didn't have a limit i would've posted so many more of these

shirayuki and zen fretting over obi and then spying on him (while obi knows and is having the time of his life stringing them along) because he was seen with a pretty lady

it's like a part of me is always by their side <3 <3 <3 this would've been n10, but it's now the official number 11 moment

shirayuki and zen putting their full trust in obi to the point of fully letting their guard down, and obi realizing that for the first time, he's wholeheartedly wanted.

zen and shirayuki being the obi detection/protection squad <3

there's so much more. i love them so much <333333

[orange-artblog]

dont have the ability to draw this currently but I had a little thought

Nighty (passive) somehow being transported into the future and Dream is So enamored all over just with the extra of getting to be so gross and annoying, practically abandoning all work now that he has Night,,

of course this concerns his friends to some degree but they won't take him away from his dear sweetheart now little brother... right??

like, just Dream going to extreme measures to have Nighty at his side at all times, always complimenting him and being so kind and sweet and loving so he has no other choice but to stay... maybe telling him that no one loves him as much as he does..

"You're so talented, and your eyelights are the most beautiful there are Nighty!! I love you so much, like no one else does!" and Night is too flustered to say anything about it!!!

Dream doesn't have immediate ill intentions ofc.. he just wants to make sure Night is happy and always at his side :)

[lemongogo]

jayce looks so much better w the long hair & beard combo its not even funny

[crescentfool]

What are your ryomina headcanons? I've loved these two since I played P3 FES, and I'm so excited to get back into the fandom^^

hi!! thank you so much for the ask, welcome back to the p3 fandom, it's always a delight to see new and old ryomina fans alike! 🥺💛💙

as for headcanons, here's a "few" i that i tend to come back to a lot! my interpretations of them are influenced from both the source material and other's fanworks, so i've linked to them as i saw fit! hcs in no particular order under the cut because oops this got long (900 word bullet point list, mentions of reload content up to 1/1)

minato's hair is dyed blue (hair originally brown, you can see it in his roots!) and he has a beauty mark on under his left eye. i like mirror imagery and there's definitely a few arts i've rb'd that portray them this way :) (e.g. this one by feliichu and this one by marasschino)

as far as i'm concerned the bathhouse scene from the manga where ryoji's hair down = similar shape to minato? that is canon to me. this art from xierru is a fun depiction of hair down ryoji :D

ryoji is homeless. everyone say thank you foxmulder_whereartthou for this awesome fic it's why i have the headcanon! but like seriously. we have no idea where ryoji lives and i could believe this.

minato dying at the end of the game is sad to an outsider's POV BUT!!! ryomina gets to be together in death for the rest of their lives (this illustration from mafuwara is a gorgeous representation of them as nyx avatar + the seal)!

speaking of the seal, they are like telepathically communicating to me in the great seal together. (mymp3 had a comic wip with this. give it a looksie :D)

ryoji likes cuddling with minato because he's warm :) (something something orpheus has fire affinity, minato is warm by extension and ryoji is cold because he's death)

ryoji's camera roll is filled with pictures of minato! ryoji... loves life, to me. and i feel that photography and journaling are perfect ways of expressing gratitude and capturing the moments in life that are most important to you :3

my other favorite activity for these two is stargazing- i feel like it's something they could appreciate either in life or death (looking at the stars from the great seal...)! they do a bit of this in the fic eurydice's vow by crescentmoontea (P5R spoilers, takes place in third sem it's a very fun fic concept).

between ryoji and minato i feel like ryoji was the one who fell in love first- and it doesn't really click in place for minato that he loves ryoji until december hits (appriser reveal + ryoji transforming into thanatos). its about the realization that ryoji was with him for his whole life and that he gets him like no one else does.

ryoji is like a sad and wet puppy who is so scared minato won't like him back. he is so scared of being rejected by minato to me like. this boy straight up deflates after he does his "i know i said i wanted us to be friends, but... i actually want to be something more." / "what about you?" on 12/1 ???

AND SPEAKING of wet puppy ryoji. ryoji is like. every animal in the world to me. he's a bird. he's a cat. etc. and also ryoji knows every language in the world ever and uses it to express his love for minato. see this fic from superheroics to see what i mean.

both of them are lactose intolerant. "this isn't lactose, it's milk!" i definitely think ryoji would make himself sick eating ice cream and milk he doesn't know what lactose is. (i made a silly poll about this once and the tags were very entertaining.)

i see minato as transmasc or nonbinary depending on the day (schrodinger's headcanons babey they're simultaneously true and not true at the same time!!). either way he's not cis to me and ryoji is like. His Gender. anyway go read this fic by nail_gun for t4t ryomina :D !

ryomina are WEIRD GUYS TO ME!!! they are so strange and they understand each other better than anyone else because of the circumstances of their relationship!!! if you asked them to do the "i wonder what i taste like" meme i think they'd start biting each other (affectionate) tbh but that's just me.

after ryoji gives minato the music box in 12/31 on reload, minato listens to the music box every night in january. this boy has insomnia and also chronic illness to me (things that housing death does to you). but i think he finds comfort in the melody and memories he made with ryoji.

in general, i think it's fun to imagine minato taking ryoji to places and show him things he's interested in! i feel that ryoji takes a lot of interest in minato's life, this isn't really a hc because in reload, minato DOES give ryoji a tour of the school (11/9) and possibly port island (11/12). but ITS CUTE OK! (tangentially related fanwork: this series of doodles from vinnigami: 1, 2, and 3)

not a hc but minato's kindness is like the backbone of their relationship and i think we would not have the ryomina we know and love today if minato wasn't such a kind soul. oh minato.... we can learn so much from you... like ryoji did!

anyway! that's all the hcs that i could think of, thank you for the ask! i had a lot of fun answering this, these two mean a lot to me 💛💙

i hope you don't mind the links to the fanart and fanfic as well, the fanwork people have made for ryomina have really made an imprint on me! if you want to see more of them, i definitely recommend looking through my tag for them because oh. i got a lot of them reblogged alright 😂 (<- SOOO NORMAL)

[disarmd]

I hope you’ll indulge me with answers for two questions for monaco ln bodyworks! Thanks so much in advance.

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Monaco LN Bodyworks for the fic ask! in fact it would be my pleasure, nonnie, <3

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

this question is actually the reason why i reblogged the fic ask game, because i think so much about pairings and i think i'd have an answer to this for every story.

i like writing a lot of different pairings, obviously, so i come up with ideas more like: story first and then the pairing. i don't typically start out wanting to write a certain pairing, it's an idea and then a character, then the pairing. sometimes idea and character at the same time, if the idea is inherently tied to one specific character. in this one, it was the idea on its own first. i was messaging with @1425fivefive and I said: So I don’t like “have a plot” or even a pairing or anything trivial like that, but one thing that I was thinking was: maintenance spankings? That’s it, that’s the full idea.

and then i said, I think it’s hard for me to figure out the pairing for that one because obviously the concept is pretty formal bdsm and its hard to picture any of them being like… trustworthy and competent enough to pull that off. and then i talked about wanting to write dom lando but not knowing if it would work, and then considering lewis and max and oscar, and then amelia said: Low key … Carlos

and then i thought about the carlos subdrop from the ferrari mandated bdsm-lite marketing video (i'm realizing the common theme across this and my last answer, which i come up with stories by doing the opposite of the excellent suggestions other people make, like sliding door glimpses of what could have been if i hadn't instead chosen insanity), went off to write a few hundred words of what ended of being the beginning of the story. and then i reported back to amelia that i had just seen the gif of lando slapping Carlos really hard on the ass and had circled all the way back to dom lando. i just adjusted the narrative of the story so i didn't need him to come across as competent.

and that! is how i chose the pairing for that story, hahaha. i don't normally have it all literally spelled out from the logs like that, but this one was extremely easy to answer.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

i had a couple absolutely incredible comments from people who said they got some stuff out of this fic, and like if anyone did, that's amazing, greatest thing in the world to hear. but i didn't set out to specifically have anyone learn anything. i think what i'd just put forward is the idea of the story as being a small contribution towards the rich tapestry of fandom meta on kink and consent and negotiation. i can't overstate how strongly i did not intend for the story to teach anything, but i wanted to explore what kink fic can look like without the checklist of checklists, haha, like the things that have become standard.

The thing i kept thinking about the whole time i was writing was: how far could i push them in terms of not having explicit verbal consent, in terms of lack of overt negotiation, in terms of leaving out safewords... and still have it feel okay enough. how could stories look if that's the way it was framed. and i mean that as a genuine question. like my intention was to write a story that got quite close to a certain imaginary line. many stories may be written with intention of being so far away from that line that it's not even visible. i think it's great for people to write stories that feel all sorts of different ways. but the things that are happening in the story should suit the function of what the story is trying to convey.

so when i was writing it, i was also thinking about like characterization and plot and the actual story. but from a meta level, i was trying to write the story by focusing on the actual feelings behind the dynamic/kink aspects as opposed to the standard aspects of like paint-by-the-numbers things to write in fic. so like the concept of aftercare. typically in stories, there's this very standard procedure. announcing the scene is done. water bottle and chocolate. cuddling. gentle touch and talking. and obviously lots of those things are valid and accurate to real life, to help someone who is dehydrated and in need of calories, and skin on skin touch to stabilize hormones etc. etc. etc. but the way it can sometimes feel in fic is like these are mythical items, required, the only possible way things can be okay. so when i was writing this, i tried to show aftercare a bit of an alternative way, where like, yes, firstly the point was to try to build lando's characterization, and develop the plot as we see them having increasing intimacy, and create aspects of the actual narrative. but secondly, from the more meta level, i was thinking about it as like: how can i write scenes that show the feelings of aftercare, like how the purpose is for people to reconnect with each other in the real world again, as their non-dynamic selves, to attend to each other's physical needs but also reestablish a foundation of safety. like just thinking a lot about the actual purpose behind narrative conventions (specifically and exclusively in the context of writing fic, i'm obviously not saying anything about real life).

and then i also thought about that as it related to the dynamic aspect, like what are the feelings around writing characters with a dom/sub dynamic vs. the conventions, but i've already been typing for so long so i'm going to stop now.

[sickfreaksirkay]

virgil tries to write 100 lines of poetry without an animal themed simile challenge (impossible) (gone wrong) (gone sexual)

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent-ish things ~

[yrwnrsk]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fallout (Video Games), Fallout: New Vegas Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Benny/Female Courier, Benny/Courier Characters: Benny (Fallout), Swank (Fallout), Tommy Torini, Courier (Fallout), Female Courier (Fallout: New Vegas) Additional Tags: Post-Game(s), Yes-Man Ending (Fallout: New Vegas), Letters, Pining, your friends ever think you lack rizz so badly they call your girl? this is what this fic is, Meddling, Dialogue Heavy, Talking, slight introspection Summary:

Benny pines after the Courier visibly so and, to Swank, is seemingly content mourng her absence. It's such a far cry from his usual sleazy bravado that it makes Swank uncomfortable.

He and Tommy do something about it.

[wavaur]

yet another marian Thing. Sertorius and Carbo quarrel over Carbo's plans for the year 82. younger Marius is there too :-)

Sertorius bursts into his office without knocking, door slamming into the wall with a deafening bang, and Carbo instantly raises his gaze from the paperwork, startled by the loud intrusion. He puts down his stylus and tries to assume an annoyed expression, yet the twitching eye surely must give him away. He feels unsafe around anyone carrying a weapon now – ever since Cinna got mauled by the soldiers at Ancona, he half-expects to recieve a dagger in his back at any time. He has grown antsy, and that is the last thing the man running the tooth-weaponed City should be.

Sertorius is a gush of fiery wind – brazen and set loose, his single eye blazing with unkept anger, as if he is Hannibal, and Carbo is roman cavalry at Zama, or, what would be more accurate, the Hundred and Four, all in one person. Him, Carbo, soon-to-be three times consul and the sole driver of the chariot he cannot control on his own.

“You cannot put him in charge,” Sertorius barks at him, as he hovers over the table. Carbo props his head with his hand and gives Sertorius an unamused look, paired by a sour, hardly pleasant smile.

“I do not recall you appointing a meeting with me, Sertorius. Please, consult my secretary in advance next time around. Besides, I would rather not have you speak to me in this manner. I am not Cinna and I will not tolerate your… familiarity.”

“’Course you’re not Cinna. Lucius knew better than dragging the brat to the top.”

“Lucius went to Ancona and got himself killed, and it is of no use to ponder his plans for a situation he will never find himself in. I make decisions, and you have to comply with them, for I am sitting in this chair, and you are not. Besides, you shan’t speak thus of Gaius Marius.”

“I shall speak of Gaius Marius however I please,” he snarls in retort. “I get it, you need a figurehead with a name and not much else under his belt. But that’s what you need, not Rome. Rome needs—“

“A miracle,” Carbo interrupts him sourly, sinking back into his chair. “Sulla will soon be at our throats, if we don’t throw our men a bone. Not even a bone, a damn Gods-given meal. He is his son, Sertorius. You might not understand the implications of it as well as Romans will, but your unfortunate unawareness does not weaken my reasoning.”

“You’re delusional,” Sertorius chuckles grimly, letting the remark on him being an upstart slide. “Rome is about to be run in the ground by a delusional idiot on par with a callow youngster. We’re shoulders-deep in the war that is about to turn this cesspit in a barren field, yet instead of taking a moment to actually consider the situation — just to think for a damn minute, Carbo! — you are sinking thoughtlessly even further into this mud. And it is not just you—“

“Shut your mouth,” Carbo interrupts him. “I am not your friend, prone to forgiving your misconducts, neither did I ask for your input. You break into my office, pounce on me, call me names, and still expect to be taken seriously. You might be a decent enough military man, but I’d have a worse military man and a better subordinate over you any day.”

“And you’d have yourself with your little protégé killed just to prove the point. I just don’t want you to expect me — and not just me! — to give my life for you the way I would for Lucius Cinna. At this point, I’d rather die for the old man, was he alive. At least he had enough common sense to seat someone sensible next to himself.”

The chair under Carbo creaks as he shifts in it again, trying to decide if he should just call for someone in order to depose of the man.

“Um, Gnaeus Papirius, I hope you don’t mind I let myself in, since the door was… oh, hello, Quintus!”

Quintus, Carbo almost groans. The man called him a brat and whatever else behind his back, and Marius calls him Quintus. Cinna would make something of it, but Carbo can hardly concentrate on anything but the prospect of a blade hanging low over his dirt-caked, bleeding head, his body aching like a single bruise, disdainful mockery the last thing he’ll hear before the iron is brought down on his quivering throat. Curse Cinna, curse his death, and curse himself for deciding to taking a look at what was done to him at Ancona before they made him look decent enough for the funeral.

Sertorius turns around halfway and shoots Marius what must be a mildly unpleasant look. “And good day to you too, Gaius. Consider my words, Papirius Carbo,” he adds after some consideration, without properly glancing back, and Carbo cannot tell if he’s more frustrated or relieved.

Once the door firmly shuts behind the insubordinate praetorian, Marius gawks at Carbo, wide-eyed. “Now what was that about?” Carbo musters a thin smile.

“Our friend Sertorius is not particularly pleased with the prospect of your consulship,” he replies, seeing how the young man’s eyes light up at the promise. Quintus with his attitude is forgotten in an instant, overshadowed by the chance of becoming the youngest ever man in the office, of achieving something the elder Marius has not accomplished for himself.

Marius nearly leaps forward, his fingers gripping at the edge of Carbo’s table, tilting it somewhat, causing the stylus to roll off with a quiet clang. “My consulship?”

“Hannibal is at the gates,” Carbo says, the feeble grin still clinging to his face. “And Rome needs an Africanus.”

[indigothemuse]

Cub- Hermit A Day May

hello!!! welcome to Cub's day!!! i had a BLAST figuring him out. he's so interesting to me. man who doesnt commit to the bit, he Is the bit. as per usual, this is him the Eclipsed Au! he's taking on a similar role to Ms. Wicke and Faber (iykyk) and i'm so glad he can finally make an appearance!!

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Cub doesn't know when to stop pushing. This is a Fact, one duly noted by his friend (singular) and coworkers (plural). At the Cogsworth Foundation, pushing harder is a gift. His research involves a fair amount pushing. Pushing the boundaries of what he knows, of what pokemon are capable of, what other people are capable of.

However, regardless of what other people may think, Cub still has morals. Scientific research is to be done for the gain of more knowledge, and should be stopped when it is causing undue harm to the subjects. And objects—people, pokemon—who aren’t considered subjects shouldn’t be involved. 

So Cub turns a blind eye when Felicity’s first daughter runs away, cradling Type: Null in her arms and snarling at anyone who got too close. And he turns a blind eye when Felicity’s second daughter leaves, hiding Cosmog in her bag and looking around anxiously. 

“How could she! That little—” Felicity fumes, pacing around their meeting room. “Any idea on where she went?”

“No, ma’am.”

“She took the ferry! Does the ferry worker not know?”

“No, ma’am. The original ferry worker is on vacation and will be out for a month.” Felicity’s lips purse, blue eyes sparking with anger. Cub has always considered himself to be the calm in the President’s storm, but a flicker of fear travels down his spine. 

But Cub can’t let her anger continue. False will come back. She’s still young, and afraid. So he pushes. “I’m sure she’ll return home soon. She’s probably terrified. Once she comes to her senses, she’ll come back.”

“We can’t continue any of our research without Cosmog,” she snaps. 

“Yes we can! Doctor 77 and I were a part of the same research program in university. He’s currently studying Ultra Wormholes. I can ask him to send me what he has so far, and I’m sure he’ll be willing.”

“If you say so.” Felicity sighs sharply. “Can we spare anyone to go look for my wayward children?”

Cub runs through a quick list in his head. “Pearl would be willing. She’s already been assigned to complete the pokedex, so she’ll need to be traveling the islands.”

“Pearl?”

“Pearl Moon. Ren Dog is her cousin.”

“Wonderful. Yes, send her out. But make sure she knows to keep it a secret. We can’t let the other employees think I can’t control my children.”

“Of course, ma’am. Would you like me to speak to her now?”

She shakes her head. “No. Talk with her tomorrow.”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll make sure it’s the first thing I do.” He dips his head to her and steps out of the room. He isn’t quite sure of the best outcome here. Cosmog is influential to their research, but False is good at hiding. They don’t need Type: Null back yet—but they will. He needs to study how they went wrong. Their greatest asset and their great weapon going missing so soon…the Sprocket sisters hit them right where it hurts.

But Cub is patient. And he’ll push when he needs to. For now, he’s content to wait. 

[asgardian--angels]

anyone who's a doctor who fan or even a sci-fi fan needs to watch the 'children of earth' torchwood special i s2g

[theonethatyaks93]

Sleepless in Burbank (PaTB/Brinky Fic)

Hey y'all!! Oooh two new fics in one week?! What the heck is wrong with me? Anyways this came from a challenge me and my good writing pal/friend @therealhayyhay were doing where we gave each other prompts for fics. She asked me to write a fic where Pinky gets a little too into Brain's personal space when sleeping and I happily obliged. Go read the one she made for me it's so sweet!! She's such an amazing person!! But here's mine for those who were interested. Hoping this becomes a recurring thing because it was so fun and it allows me to write fun things!! Enough of my ramblings here's the fic:

Only Pinky could make bedtime an utterly laborious task.

That’s what The Brain was pondering to himself currently as his partner was sprawled haphazardly across the bed, snoring softly. He had absolutely no sense of staying on his side, which Brain found irritating, even though it had been happening for years. He desired sleep, especially after tonight’s failed plan ended in an explosion. A reprieve from all the pain was enough for him.

But apparently, Pinky did not care about personal space.

He wanted to reprimand him for his unusual position, but he was already too far gone. He’d probably be up until morning if Brain were to awaken him now.

By all things good on this planet would Pinky just move over?

Brain groaned, bloodshot pink eyes shooting open as his friend kicked him accidentally in the waist for the second time in five minutes. He knew that Pinky was prone to excessive movement while he slept but this was becoming too much. He was thinking about just taking his pillow and sleeping somewhere else, but…something kept him from leaving. An odd feeling held him down, refusing to let Brain get up.

It didn’t help his case when Pinky made a faint, breathless noise, which caused Brain to feel a light blush dust his face.

God forbid, he was going to regret this later.

He turned to face upward, staring at the bars at the top of their cage. They were barely visible in the darkness, rather they were only shadows. It was somewhat ominous. Even a little scary. But if looking at them would benefit, then so be it.

Brain wanted to fall asleep; he wanted to just drift off and wake up to a nice cup of coffee to kickstart his morning. He secretly hoped that Pinky would fix them breakfast, give him a massage, and kiss him on the forehead like he did almost every day. Brain liked their routine quite a bit more than he was willing to admit.

But sleep was all that he craved right now. Not affection, not embraces, and most certainly not kisses. He just needed to close his eyes and sleep. That was all.

Really. No thought of kisses from Pinky’s cloud-like lips right now. No.

Brain closed his eyes, feeling a slight wave of drowsiness wash over him. He inhaled deeply and sighed, finally feeling content about his situation. Pinky hadn’t even touched him once recently…

SMACK!!

Brain winced in pain as Pinky’s paw hit his face with such vigor it almost caused him to yelp. He briefly held his eye, which lightly stung from the impact.  He growled, sitting up in bed with an angry look on his face as he saw his companion’s arm fall right onto his pillow, taking up all his space. Of course, Pinky was still dead asleep.

How on earth was he supposed to rest now that Pinky was becoming a bed hog?

He wanted so badly to wake him up, to shout and tell Pinky that he needed to share the space. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. His friend looked so happy, so peaceful, even if he was invading Brain’s space unknowingly. Ruining Pinky’s night just to confront him would be too cruel, even for him.

Groaning in defeat, Brain cautiously moved Pinky’s paw off his pillow before he laid back down, facing away from him. He guessed his ruined circadian rhythm would be somewhat mendable. At least, this way, he wouldn’t be distracted by something else. Or rather, someone.

Brain felt a little remorseful about turning away from Pinky, but it was what he needed for a good night’s rest. Though, he could still feel a little heat pooling in his cheeks. But he chose not to dwell on that, instead focusing on falling asleep once and for all. Pinky did bump into him again and he pulled the blanket away a little, but that was normal. Brain was used to those things.

He was just about to drift off when he heard soft murmurs coming from behind him. Brain cursed under his breath; what did Pinky want now? He turned around, about to spout some harsh words when he noticed how Pinky was beginning to toss and turn aggressively, whimpering quietly. Which only meant one thing:

Great, another nightmare. Just perfect. At least he wasn’t talking in his sleep this time.

Brain always hated it when Pinky had nightmares. He would get so scared, and then he would be dead silent the next day. Pinky would sometimes wake up in tears; other times he’d yell while still slumbering, which would very much startle Brain. But this time, it was different. He was too quiet, no shouting or crying to be witnessed. Instead, violent thrashing was present, which was not the regular occurrence when it came to Pinky.

This one must be really bad.

He felt his ears droop, guilt lingering in his mind as he watched Pinky violently turn in bed. His whining was still clear, and to say it was bothering Brain was an understatement. Brain had been so annoyed with Pinky’s sleepy antics. And now he was suffering through what seemed to be a very upsetting dream for no reason. Curse the unnatural nature of the resting world.

The persistent thought in his mind just to ignore him and sleep be damned. He was going to do whatever it took to ease Pinky.

Brain scooted closer to his quivering partner, his mind whirling. Giving affection was not usually his strong suit, so it was taking him a while to figure out an adequate solution. Choosing the more…intimate option, Brain wrapped his arms around Pinky, soothingly rubbing his back with care. Pinky stopped stirring, though his face was still in an unpleasant grimace.

It wasn’t enough. Pinky needed to be certain that he was there for him. Here goes his dignity.

He carefully pulled Pinky closer, continuing to hold him tightly and gingerly squeezing him. It was disheartening to see him so distressed, but Brain knew that he’d be able to calm him down. Hopefully.

“Hush, Pinky. It’s alright. No need to fret, I’m here now. I’m always here for you,” he whispered softly, trying his best to sound sympathetic. Brain nuzzled his chest, placing a small kiss on it when he lifted his head up afterward.

It thankfully worked.

Pinky became relaxed, his previously tense body loosening. A soft smile graced his lips as his quiet snoring returned anew. Brain un-did their embrace, pulling away from Pinky with a placid smile, satisfied with his work. He felt relieved that he’d been able to help Pinky so much.

But now, he needed to sleep.

Brain settled back onto his pillow, this time choosing to face Pinky rather than away from him. It was a euphoric notion that the last thing he’d see before finally closing his eyes would be the mouse he…tolerated most. He took a cleansing breath, prepared to finally get the sleep he so desperately treasured.

Until he was forcibly tugged from where he lay by Pinky’s slender arms, being pulled into his chest.

Brain was about to protest by removing himself from the hug, but before he could muse a way to part, he was struck with a pleasing warmth, his backside feeling like it was on fire. His initial confused expression shifted to one of contentment, a deep blush present. He sighed in Pinky’s hold, mostly from their shared heat. He supposed that sleeping like this for one night wouldn’t be the worst.

It was all so calm. Brain could hear Pinky’s gentle heartbeat and his low breaths in his ears. It was weirdly peaceful. Unlike those other times when they did this when they were awake, which were still nice, but this hit different. Probably because Pinky wasn’t awake, and he was the only one that could appreciate this affection.

Before he could second guess what he was doing still in Pinky’s arms, his eyelids grew heavy, and his mind began to wander. Perhaps, he’d scold his friend for this tomorrow. But currently, all he focused on was remaining with Pinky, together. As sleep finally came to him, Brain snuggled closer to his partner, the softness and warmth of his fur being the final thing he touched before drifting off.

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He was awoken not by the sunlight, per usual, but instead by the sound of shuffling beside him, and a light yawn. Brain blinked once, the familiar scent of Pinky welcoming him back to reality. It was only then that he realized that he’d been sleeping with such proximity to Pinky all night. He’d almost forgotten about last night’s escapade.

And then he saw Pinky’s stunning blue eyes and it all came back to him.

Oh goodness, Pinky looked incredible. Wait, was what happened last night real?

It was. What a relief.

“Narf! Good morning sleepyhead!” Pinky playfully tousled the fur on Brain’s head and kissed his forehead, which caused him to blush.

“Good morning, Pinky.” Brain droned, still a little bit tired, though it had been the best night of sleep he’d gotten in a while. “How did you sleep?”

Pinky giggled. “Oh very well Brain! The bed was extra warm for some reason. Gee I wonder why?”

Brain smirked a little; Pinky’s tone had indicated that he knew the answer, which was just a little humorous. “I must say that last night’s rest was very pleasant. I’m almost completely ready for the day.”

“Wonderful, Brain! Poit!” Pinky sat up immediately, getting ready to do his usual morning procedures. “I’ll go make breakfast, get your yummy coffee all ready, and then we can…”

Brain cut him off, grabbing Pinky’s arm to keep him in bed and placing his hand on Pinky’s mouth. “I said almost. I didn’t say get up, did I?” His voice was almost a needy whine and there was a bit of a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Brain couldn’t help but softly smile when Pinky’s gaze met his as he realized what Brain had meant.

“Egad!” Pinky’s face lit up. “More bedtime with my bestest boyfriend? You mean it?”

“Indeed. Just a few more minutes shall suffice excellently.” A part of him wanted to just get out of bed and start the day, but Pinky came first. And he needed more time with his lover. Desperately.

“Yay! It’s cuddle time, sweetheart! And your gonna looove it!” Pinky giggled as he settled within the blanket again next to Brain. The temperature increased dramatically.

Brain could only muster one quick chuckle before his and Pinky’s lips met for a quick, but well-deserved chaste kiss. When they parted, Brain settled his head below Pinky’s, wrapping his arms around his waist again. He felt Pinky’s arms do the same; they were even closer than they had been last night.

As the two just relinquished in their shared embrace, Brain couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest mouse in the world that he’d found Pinky. Not only was he a great friend but he was a doting partner and, yes, an exquisite snuggler. He knew that they’d always have each other, no matter what abnormal circumstances came their way.

Even if Pinky kept him awake for half of the night.

Special thanks to once again my good friend @therealhayyhay for just being the coolest and most supportive person ever. BTW you might wanna check the notes on the Ao3 version of this for a little surprise lol. Thanks for reading!!

Ao3 version is linked below:

[hamster-princess3]

Sup folks

hello hoomans, i come from the lands of you*ube shorts, reading your fanfics and reddit, and have decided to stop admiring this fever dream from afar and am now jumping straight in head first without any knowlege on how this site works. (im praying this is posting to my main page thingy and not someone elses blog somehow)

A lil abt me

age: you dont get this one

Gender/pronouns: tf if i know, i like more netrual ones but whatever is fine

Name: another great question! u can call me Harley ig ill update this if that changes

hobbies n intrests n stuff:

drawing (digital and traditional), Cosplay, baking, writing (never finish it tho): , i like science and wanna be an astronaut so thats sthm ig,

Misc: i live in Hawai'i, ADHD, likes cats and the colours purple and teal, idk what else to put, ill update this as i rember.ive bee

[clownrosary]

last line tag game

ty for tagging me @lavenderstobins :D!!

Rule: Post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

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from a post-s3 stonathan wip that i have affectionately been referring to as "the world's least sexual situationship-fic" <3

no pressure tags: @f4ggottree @truest0nerisms @daintyduck99 @nomadic-wolf @monsterhunting and anyone else who feels like joining in!