#im nearly caught up yayy

[ravenclod]

CRINGETOBER DAY 20 : TUMBLR SEXYWOMAN

> so i did some research and jessie was on the list of girlies !! so ofc i had to draw her, the icon the legend forever and ever. this was quite fun BUT OH MY GOSH HER HAIR. KILLED ME. anywayz i hope u like it !! rlly simple but tbh i was very lacking ideaz (/_\;)

[onedayillmakeanamebutnotrn]

cw/tw: minor mentions of sensory deprivation, minor mentions of pet whump, and a lota furry business bc meow meow prr me likey

pov both ur main whumpee and caretaker are part animal but that barely is something other people have so to appeal to others and give them juicy ideas you split it up

anyways

ok so caretaker is part animal right

and whumpee has a fear of that specific animal (think like ooh i got bitten by a dog as a child and owie :( or foxes/wolves nearly hunted me down in the forest one day and i havent recovered since or random fear bc that happens too)

now make them meet

lmao imagine whumpee somehow fears caretaker more than whumper

but caretaker has to do their job and take care of whumpee

but like !! scawwy fuwy cweature !!

taking advantage of dark situations here is also nice

dark places r mor common than you think so

could be a forest, whumpers place in some room (maybe sensory tomfoolery), even the street can be dark with places that dont got street lights working/there

caretaker sees them bc funy animal see better in dark

but whumpee doesnt so when caretaker says something or grabs them whumpee thinks whumper/whatever they dont want to be caught by is right infront of them

maybe whumpee is very happy about caretaker being part animal

either bc omg strong !! yes !! or omg yes!! heightened senses so u can see me better if im ever caught

or whumpee finds caretakers ears/tail(s)/horns/whatever comforting

yayy headpats

now if whumpee is the part animal one we can flip this around

maybe caretaker has the fear of that specific animal and is afraid of whumpee but "ur hurt so,,,"

and then the dark situations again

whumpee sees something dangerous lurking

smells it, lightly sees movement, senses it

might be whumper

might be something else

but caretaker is like "na who goes out here/this late" or "i mean i dont feel anything teehee"

and ofc caretaker enjoys having a partially furry goober

yayy headpats

yayy grooming the whumpees special features,,,,

yayy cat/dog/u name it hair,,

lmao imagine the medic has to take care of whumpees specific animal issue and "im not a vet whar do i do !!"

whumpee being referred to as the cat/dog/bird/u name it

"caretaker wheres our cat i gotta tell them something"

may or may not be trauma+ for whumpee if they got pet whump mixed in their trauma pot

[willowistic22]

"He urgently needs soup" for Ikeshot?

I got that school project done yayy which means I am back to writing my heart out in newsies fanfics JAHFJNFJKSNJSDF. i wrote this from start to finish for like 3-4 hours straight lol i wish i was this productive every day. one of my favorite and very underrated ship btw so i was soo excited to write it. and also might be a little too long than my other drabble request but hey ive been saying that for almost all of my drabble requests so im sorry not sorry  ✌🤪

requests are still closed for now till i have the motivation to reblog another prompt list but that also just applies to requests in general lol. till then, enjoy this and my next drabble request still in the works. 

He lets the cool night breeze be his company, sitting on the outdoor table of the restaurant his date told him to meet him at. Hotshot didn’t want to order till his date arrive, despite the loud grumbling coming from his stomach. Hotshot isn’t sure how long he has before starvation gets the best of him. Because it’s been well over an hour and a half, and his date hasn’t arrived yet. 

He bounces his leg frantically, the anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach worsens with every passing moment of not knowing. Hotshot puts all his energy and focus on the small details around him, ruffling his dark brown hair, fidgeting his fingers together. Doing all that just to distract his brain from what’s most likely happening right now. 

This can’t actually be happening, can it? Why would Hotshot get stood up on the third date? The one where his date had chosen what to do and promised to pay for it? Besides, it seemed that his date was showing genuine interest in him. Or did Hotshot just got too excited and read it all wrong? Is this suppose to be some sort of sign he needs to decipher? 

God, he hated those intrusive thoughts. It gave him a sudden headache, forcing him to pull away his focus from the tiny lights the restaurant had hanged for decorations. Putting his elbow on the table, Hotshot uses his palm to support his heavy head. 

“Are you ready to order now?” The same waitress came back to ask the same question for the seventh time, or is this the eight? Hotshot can only shake his head, the same answer he’s been providing every time that question is thrown at him, turning his face away just to avoid seeing the pity the waitress showed.

Hotshot still wants to hope for the best outcome, but him and every other people noticing his loneliness knows what’s happening. Still, he pulls out his phone to see if his date had responded to his text or he had missed a call. Nothing. Hotshot moves to text his friend Spot, asking him for a second opinion on what to do. 

It fucking sucks because I really like him. Hotshot had texted. He has to have a proper explanation for being this late, right?

He waits for the texting bubbles from Spot to turn into readable text, which didn’t took too long. 

You call two hours late? Look, I’m sorry I have to say this but he stood you up! 

Hotshot doesn’t respond for a moment because he doesn’t want to believe what his friend said. More texting bubbles starts to appear. He places his phone on the table to wait what more Spot has to say. 

I’m saying this because you’re my friend, Hotshot. Come over and we’ll talk about it

That offer looks tempting in Hotshot’s eyes. Before he could reply, the screen of his phone switches to the call display. The name on it confuses him, seeing that he had been ignoring Hotshot for the whole night. 

Hotshot was hesitant to answer it at first, but maybe it’s worth to listen what kind of sorry excuse he had for his lateness. That is, if this still counts as being late. 

“Hello?” Hotshot hesitantly spoke as he put his phone up to his ear. 

“Hey, uhh... a-are you still waiting at the restaurant?” The voice asked, tone nervously shaking. Hotshot could pick up some background noises from the callers end, it’s quite loud but it sounds like there’s too many things happening there to the point he can’t really tell what is what. 

“Yeah, yeah I am. Where are you?” 

There was a little pause for a second before he finally responded again, “So... remember I told you that I have a twin brother?” 

“Yes?” 

“And how I exaggerated about him being a total dumbass and an overall useless human being?” He continued on with a little awkward laughter following after, “Well, you’ll never believe what just happened and where I’m at right now” 

Ike’s in the hospital. The emergency room to be exact. Ike’s brother, Mike, had gotten himself into a drunken accident while he was at a bar. Ike didn’t fully explain what happened because he has no idea what happened there himself.

Hotshot thought Ike genuinely felt bad for leaving him hanging like that. He wanted to tell him but he was just too caught up with what’s happening at the moment. Things had just calmed down on his end, which is why it took him two hours to call Hotshot. 

He told Hotshot to come see him at the emergency room and get takeout for them to enjoy, plus a little something for Mike. Hotshot briefly explained to Spot what was really happening before he head to the hospital to make sure he doesn’t leave his friend hanging. 

The ER is packed with people. Whether they’re there as a patient or as a health worker in the middle of doing their night shift. A strong smell of latex and other medical scents filled his nostrils as soon as he stepped through the automatic doors. The lights are nearly blinding, but it didn’t took long for him to adjust to it.

He scanned the place to look for a small specific boy in the midst of the rush. He finally spotted a familiar face in the far back, hunched over a hospital bed. Hotshot caught his attention with a wave of his hand, which made him stand up from his seat to walk over to him. 

Hotshot makes his own way to him and they meet in the middle of their path. He bends down a little to give Ike a hug once they’ve gotten close enough, but Ike parted with an awkward smile, “I’m sorry. I really didn’t planned on having a date at the ER!” 

To which they both laughed as they make their way to Mike’s hospital bed. 

“What did you get?” Ike asked, finally noticing the takeaway bag Hotshot was carrying. 

“Nothing more than what you suggested on getting” Hotshot replied. Ike had suggested on getting the seafood dishes because that’s their specialty. But he specifically directs Hotshot on what to get for Mike. 

“That means you ordered something for Mike?” He asked, and got a simple nod as a reply, “Good. ‘Cause from what I can tell with his current condition...” 

He moves the hospital curtain to reveal an identical figure lying helplessly on the bed, a cast on the left arm and another cast wrapped around his head. Ike leans his weight against the bed railings with his hands before adding on, “... he urgently needs soup” 

“Is this the guy that keeps on kidnapping you from me to go on corny dates?” The boy on the bed managed to speak up. He looks a little disoriented but his consciousness is present. 

“Mike, we’ve only been on two dates” 

“And he’s gonna keep on doing it, is he?!”

Hotshot laughed at the brotherly interaction before Ike finally pulled a second chair for him. Mike gets his soup, despite still not being able to function properly, while Hotshot and Ike gets to have their third date. The two eat their respective dishes accompanied with a small chat but mostly getting entertained with Mike who’s either still under the influence of anesthesia or the alcohol. Maybe they’re lucky and got both. 

“I’m so sorry our dinner date had to turn into... ‘this’...” Ike put down his wooden spoon in the small food container to gesture his hands towards his brother, “And I’m sorry that it looked like I stood you up” 

“It’s okay. I mean, at least this isn’t another corny date like what he said” 

To which, Ike responded with a small laugh. 

“I should step up my game and get my friend to third wheel us on another ER date next time” Hotshot joked, earning a laugh from Ike, “Taking you on corny dates would piss your brother off” 

“Mike’s an idiot but he’s harmless” Ike explained after he stopped his laughing, “And... I don’t mind the corny dates. I just enjoy going out with you in general!”

Hotshot smiles at him sweetly and Ike returns the favor, ignoring the reality of where they actually are. It made him feel warm to know Ike felt the same way about hanging out with him. Because Hotshot clearly likes him. A lot. 

“Jesus, guys! Get a room!” Mike called out. He might still be a little dysfunctional but he’s sober enough to realize the tension between them, “Don’t gotta make me and my soup feel single while you two make out in public!” 

Hotshot looks down to his food to hide his laugh, whilst Ike gives his brother the stink eye but manages out a laugh. He face Hotshot again, “I swear, this isn’t how I wanted you two to meet” 

[squadlessgeek]

4, 16, 60 :)

4. “you haven’t even touched your food. what’s going on?” (this screamed Virgil so that’s what i went with)

Virgil still wasn’t used to all the changes. He usually viewed change, inherently, as a bad thing, and though he knew the other sides were only doing their best to help him feel included and cared about, it was still weird.So Patton’s sudden question and worried stare definitely caught him off guard.“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”They didn’t usually eat together; usually Virgil wouldn’t even realize he hasnt eaten until his stomach coaxed him awake in the early hours. Logan would normally wander into the kitchen at exactly five o'clock for a small, yet healthy meal. Patton always cooked for Roman and himself. But tonight Patton had made dinner for all of them, and Virgil was forced to socialize with the rest of them. He’d been picking at his food with his fork, moving things around but never actually lifting them to his mouth.There wasn’t anything wrong, not particularly, so his response to the moral side’s question was simple: a shrug, a weak smile. Patton didn’t buy it. He set his fork down and did what Virgil called the “Dad Pose.” Elbows on the table, arms crossed over one another, fingers splayed. “Come on, kiddo, we’ve been over this. Talk to us.”Logan was also quick to turn his attention to Virgil, while Roman’s heart was still set on his steak. The silverware on the table rattled as Logan not-so-subtly elbowed the creative side in order to alter the subject of his concentration. “Um…” Virgil started, cheeks growing warm at all the sudden attention. “Nothing’s going on. I’m just… Not used to…” He cleared his throat, eyes moving to address Logan. “Why is he looking at me like that?” He asked, referring to Patton’s extremely fixated gaze. His eyes were wide and almost doe-like, his expression showing way too much concern. Logan snapped his fingers in front of the father figure’s face, and he blinked in confusion.“Morality. Stop that.”“Stop what?”“Being so… emotional. Virgil says there is nothing wrong, so evidently, there is nothing wrong. Perhaps he simply dislikes your cooking.”Patton slapped a hand to his own chest as if he had just been impaled.“No! No, no it’s not that,” Virgil quickly said, and the bickering ceased as the attention was brought back to him. “Like I was saying, I’m just not used to doing stuff with you guys. And I don’t usually eat this early, anyway.”Roman cut in to the conversation for the first time. “It’s nearly eight o'clock, how late do you eat?”Virgil pursed his lips and shrugged. “Not til, like, the middle of the night. I just don’t really think about it.”Logan gasped sharply, and now it seemed as if he was the one being impaled. “Virgil that is so unhealthy.”“Yeah, I know.”“Then why do you do it?!”A shrug was all the logical side got in response. Patton sighed and shook his head.“Well,” he began. “You don’t have to eat with us, I just thought a change might be nice-”“He doesn’t like change,” Roman muttered before stuffing his mouth with broccoli, and then immediately realizing his mistake and cringing at the taste of the vegetable.Virgil pointed at Roman to acknowledge the statement. “Yeah. That.”Logan frowned. “I don’t see how broccoli has anything to do with-”“No, the- the change thing.”Now Patton was frowning, almost as if he was disappointed in himself. “Oh. Right.”Virgil’s chest ached. He hated seeing Patton upset, especially when it was his fault. He felt his hands begin to shake, and took a deep breath before speaking again.“But I want to put in effort for you guys, just like you’ve all been putting effort in for me. Even Princey.” He picked up his fork, stabbed it into a piece of steak (Patton had cut all of the meat into small cubes) and guided it into his mouth. “Oh. Oh that’s really good,” he murmured, shoveling more into his mouth. Only now did he realize how hungry he actually was. “Don’t speak with your mouth full,” Logan sighed.

-

16. “Stop it! It tickles!” (More Virgil stuff yayy)

“Are you sure this is going to turn out the way you wish?” Logan asked from his seat, eyes never raising from the novel in his hands.“Oh, pssh! He’ll love it!” Patton waved away Logan’s question and positioned himself against the wall in such a way that if one were coming down the stairs, there was no way they would see him. He’d heard the telltale sounds of shifting and groans coming from upstairs that meant Virgil was finally emerging from his bed, and was likely going to come downstairs at any moment.Just as predicted, Patton heard a door opening and closing as well as shuffling footsteps. He waved his arms in excitement and pressed a finger to his lips, though Logan was the only other side in the room and he hadn’t said a word other than his initial question.Patton waited patiently, though his legs were starting to cramp in this crouched position. He finally heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and as soon as they grew close enough, he pounced. A screaming Virgil went down as Patton attacked, his fingers tickling any sensitive spot they could find. Virgil’s screams soon turned to laughter, his arms flailing in a desperate attempt to swat Patton’s hands away.“S-stop it!” He wheezed, barely able to speak between spasms of laughter. “It tickles!”Logan spoke again: “I believe that is the point.”“Get him- Ah! Off of me!”“I don’t understand, the sounds you’re making suggest that you are enjoying yourself.”Virgil was unable to reply as he gasped for air, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. At that point Patton finally granted mercy and moved off of Virgil, laughing and feeling very proud of himself.Virgil took a few moments to catch his breath before sitting up, clasping his chest and glaring at the moral side.“I’ll get you back for that.”

-

60. “They didnt just find out! They already knew!” (I made this Prinxiety and im not even  ashamed)

“Aww, you guys are adorable,” Patton cooed as he entered the room, casually plopping himself down onto one end of the couch. On the other end, Virgil and Roman had been cuddling together while watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, Virgil practically sitting on the prince’s lap. At the sight of Patton, the anxious side quickly scrambled away from Roman and sat with his arms crossed and his cheeks bright red. “What are you taking about?” He muttered. “I-I don’t… We’re not-”“Oh, please,” Logan added, suddenly materializing seemingly out of nowhere and straightening his tie. “You two could not be any more obvious.”Roman paused the movie, sitting up straight and looking incredulously at the other sides. “But- but we’ve been so careful, how did you-?”Virgil cut in, rubbing at his face with one hand and grimacing, “They didnt just find out. They already knew!”“Correct,” Logan grinned.“How?!”Patton giggled, shaking his head. “Come on. We’re all different aspects of Thomas’s personality. We may not know what all of the others are doing or feeling constantly, but it’s pretty darn easy to tell when something’s up. And you two are definitely up.”Logan looked at Patton with something in his eyes that seemed to resemble respect. “That was… Actually a very accurate response, Patton.”The moral side shrugged. “Aw, thanks-”“Not very articulate, though.”“Ah, well. Next time.”