#im so sorry this took so long

[gynii]

Gynii my beloved mutual gynii.. can I see the baby (Michael_B) please and you're the best.. <3

To make up for how late this is, a bonus tubbo with your michael_b <3 (also youre the best!!)

[ghostymarni]

I had the HONOR of drawing Goldie, including her in my prompt <3

@jetii has me swooning for the captain every time she drops new chapters for Event Horizon

[kikker-oma]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request something. (Your art is beautiful and Ilysm)

So what if there’s an instance in battle where it’s best that four splits? Let’s say…time and twilight are exhausted and terribly hurt so Four splits and each color surrounds them on every side to protect them while they try to heal each other?

Thank you! 💜

HUZZAH!

[camthecatchameleon]

Frost and Kremy arguing cause there Freindship is underrated

AGREED 100%

i think more people should make content with them theyre so sillay

[ted-spankoffski8]

[Wren knocks on the door to Ted's home late at night, soaking wet from the rain and carrying a bedraggled backpack. She is unamused, having just walked from the bus station in the middle of a storm.]

@snowstormbird

*He opens the door, a little surprised to see her there but not fully.*

“Oh, hey Wren. What’s up with you?”

[unknownhyperial]

As a man of culture I must ask,, opinions on Kinger being like "ive literally never shown anyone this before if you tell anyone you die" and then showing jax his insect collection

Yes the Kinger line is ooc idk how to write like kinger I'm jus. DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY VISION(<- said while shaking you violently)

NO I 100% SEE THIS AND THSI PROMPT HAS BEEN ROTTING IN MY BRAIN YOU HAVE NO IDEA--

I was gonna write a little one shot using this idea as a reply but my motivation to write is fickle at best so I didn't get past the set up. Maybe I'll finish it another day who knows- but I so get what you mean and I love it!!

[safety-pin-punk]

Hey is there a good way to tell if a straight edge scene is gonna be like, really pretentious and hardcore (like against caffeine sex etc) or not ? I'm "straight edge" for a lot of personal reasons, and the focus on drugs/drinking at some shows (along with most shows being at bars) turns me off from getting involved where I can so I wanted to look if there were straight edge people around me or anything like that. But I know that community can get pretty toxic. So I'm wondering what red flags to look out for aside from like, just being Very Obvious about it haha. ^^"

TBH, I think thats something you can really only tell by either observing it, or getting to know people.

Though if you don't have a straight edge culture, you could always just. Start One. If people join you, great. If not, You are standing your ground and also being genuinely you and unique. Make it obvious you dont do drugs or drink. Hell write it on your arms if you have to. It wouldn't be easy, but I do think it would be worth it.

[selfawarecobalt]

Heyy i was wondering if u got any fraxus fic recs?

OKAY OKAY IVE FINALLY GOT IT

im so sorry this took me like 2 months to answer i have issues

also just to preface this: i am aroace so theres defo gonna be some bias here lol (literally most of these are whump)

also also: apologies for the terrible descriptions, im slightly stoned and a terrible writer, i am not NEARLY doing these fics justice

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48270481 ROCK BAND AU I LOVE YOU (seriously, hugely recommend any of Eryiss’ stuff, absolutely incredible author)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42626181 I’ll forever be a sucker for any sicfic and domestic setting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16653865/chapters/39048235 THIS. this is classic literature to me. i remember this coming out like it was yesterday and it is a HUGE reason why Pirate freed is so dear to me

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38870499 5+1 things <3 also freed being a responsible king. braincell owner. iconic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37492243 FREED BEING IRRESPONSIBLE I LOVE YOU (also some VERY good levy here)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23014816/chapters/55029376 this one lives in my head rent free. anything set during the battle of fairy tail is SO precious to me. also HUGE fan of laxus’ characterisation in this one, you can really feel the struggle

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19832980 POWER COUPLE FR

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16543964/chapters/38758559 THIS FIC. THIS FUCKING FIC. genuinely lives in my head forever and ever. this one genuinely shaped me when it first came out. im a sucker for any freed backstory that shows off just how powerful he is, and you can really feel the connection between him and laxus

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17877200 i believe, as they say; “HUBBA HUBBA AWOOGA”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17683478 MORE👏POWEHOUSE👏FREED👏 also the idea of him being able to recognise laxus’ voice when hes unable to recognise anyone elses is so,,,,,

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16563164 ohhhhhh this one will ruin you (said with nothing but love)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16563296 literally lived in my brain for years. i love you laxus being able to read freed even when noone else can

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16709374/chapters/39189871 THIS ONE. some SUBLIME freed whump and some REALLY good fraxus interactions

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15337278 more freed whump, focusing on his hands. some real good fraxus interactions too

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8885776 Always a sucker for a domestic fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8265161/chapters/18936167 An old favourite- its always funny seein the thunder legion drunk off their asses

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5874232 Drunk Freed again- I’m absolutely obsessed with canas personality in this one too

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16561601 TEACHER AU obsessed with their dynamic in this one

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1865388 this ones pretty old but i was OBSESSED with when it came out. still think of this whenever i smell cigs

there are absolutely many that i’ve forgotten but apparently im incapable of adding em since this alone took me a month and a half lol

[pu55yluvr666]

the devil i don’t || Kinx

2:02 AM, flashed bold and bright at her from her phone. She was transfixed, staring at it, watching it tick upwards, chewing at her nails until they no longer existed. The only thing that finally snapped her out of it was Percy jumping from his cat tree, and landing with a soft thud. Her heart practically jumped out of her chest at the sudden intrusion. She stares at her cat for a long moment, wondering if he can read her guilty conscience too.

Finally, the silence in her room is too much to bare. Putting on her slippers, she slides out of her room, heading down to the kitchen to make a pot of tea to calm her nerves. Instead she’s met with the sound of footsteps. For some reason, she freezes as if she’s doing something wrong, almost transported to when she was just a thirteen year old. She shakes the thoughts away, forcing herself to move, to react normally. The house was filled with extra guests tonight, it could be any number of them… and they probably wouldn’t even notice her.

@re-minx

[sheekayarts]

Oooh! Ok! you could perhaps draw an Oc x Canon art by drawing my oc Gigglez and Uncle Samsonite? 🤯

I’m soooo sorry for this being so late, I’ve been a bit under the weather recently and art has been hit and miss with me 😭 I hope this doodle of your oc can make up for it!

Apologies again for there being no Samsonite, I plan to draw them together soon though! They’re super cute 🙏

[apollogies-p]

Prompt: Missed Target

This is beyond late, but it's my first time participating in toapril sooo 😭 (this is literally based on the first prompt, and I'm barely now doing it-)

If this seems unfinished, it's because it is!! This seems like a good place to end it for this prompt, but the next one is going to centered around another prompt!! (Also ik this is like vaguely following the prompt, but I promise the next part will be better 😭😭🙏🙏)

@toapril-official

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Every story he was told had a great hero, strong and king, yet always flawed, and it was those flaws that were their downfall. He thinks that those stories are only told to enforce fear into mortals, a clear message to never challenge a god's lest, you know the consequences.

But he wasn't a regular mortal, was he? It was evident in the way the nymphs looked him, both terrified and awed.

Besides, he wasn't stupid, hushed arguments between his father and father's sister left little to the imagination.

But then, if he wasn't a regular mortal, then what was he?

All these thoughts crammed in his mind made practicing ten times harder, not that he was any good anyways-

Nock. Draw. Loose.

The arrow was too fast for his eyes to comprehend, but he was certain he had that time. His posture was perfect, and his archers point has never been better-

Thwack!

His arrow was embedded in the boss of the target. No where near its intended target.

"Chiron-"

The frustrated scream ripped that through his throat had him sliding off his arm guard and throwing his bow across the grass.

"What's the point!?" Whipping his head towards his father, his eyes drank up the sight of his tied up gold hair and his stupidly perfect bow, all golden and shiny and just perfect.

And he hated it. He hated how perfect Apollo was, how he always managed to read Chiron like an open book.

"Oh, Chiron, everything will be okay. You just need more practice; you've only been at this for three weeks, my dear centaur."

His father was on his knees, something he always did whenever he wanted Chiron to listen. His eyes swarming with pity, and Chiron hated it. He was so angry, and the tears that welled up in his eyes only made him angrier.

"Don't call me that, I'm not a baby anymore."

The soft chuckle from his father partnered with the fond look in his eyes made Chiron's stomach curl, "No I suppose you're not but you are just eleven. You know, most normal eleven year old mortal boys go out and play in the sun, they don't spend hours practicing archery like you do."

"But I'm not a normal mortal boy, am I Lord Apollo!? For Hades' sake I'm not even your son!"

Chiron regretted it the moment the words left his lips but he already did it, he couldn't go back. He can't backpeddle now and he's just so angry.

But Apollo loves you, and you know it. You don't deserve the attention of an Olympian, you're a spoiled little foal that got too used to being pampered and now there's no turning back-

"Chiron?"

His father's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he carefully opened his eyes. (When did he close them?)

Chiron couldn't stand the worried look etched on his father's face. Apollo prided himself in his youth and with his furrowed brows and the deep frown lines, he looked older than he ever let himself look.

He took a step back, then another, until his father's face was no longer close to his.

"Chiron? I'm not angry I promise you!" A soft sigh and father was no longer kneeling, "I'm sorry I never told you but, but I was scared- I was worried." Apollo's careful steps forward led to Chiron's careful steps backward and it was like they were dancing, maybe they always were, they've been dancing around this subject for a decade.

"I found you Chiron. You were just a few weeks old and I couldn't stand to leave you in the mercy of Echidna's children that lurk in the night." This, Chiron knew and father knows that so why is he repeating it?

Another sigh escaped his father, this one unsteady and tired, "You're Kronos's son, Chiron."

It felt like Lord Poseidon himself sent wave after wave to drown him. His knees buckled, but his father was there in an instant to cradle him on the grassy plain.

"I know this is hard Chiron but I promise you this has never, not ever changed the way I love you." Warm hand cupped his face and the blurry figure that was his father met his eyes. "You are my son. No one will ever change that."

Chiron wanted to believe him. He really, really did but the anger in his stomach raged on and his father's comforting words did nothing but smother them in guilt.

"No." With gentle hands, he pushed his father away, but the god wouldn't budge. "No!" Using his front legs, he kicked at Apollo's chest (ignoring the pained wheeze that came from his father), and with (much) effort, he brought himself to his feet.

"No! You lied to me. You were," Chiron licked his lips, the realization left his mouth dry. "You were scared of me! Did you just, did you just assume that I'd hurt you or Lady Artemis or- or Lady Persephone?! Just because of who my father is?!" Hot tears ran down his face, and he couldn't be bothered to wipe them. His pain brought Apollo pain, and that's all Chiron wanted.

"I hate you! I hate you! IhateyouIhateyouIhateyou-" choking in own tears and mucus, he turned around and ran. He ran straight into the dense forests surrounding their little clearing.

"Chiron! Chiron!" His father's voice was nothing but a whisper now.

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[blueberry-ovaries]

CHAPTERS FIVE : MAKING FRIENDS WITH THE RESIDENT GRUMP

A/N: HOLY SHIT IS THAT A HIRAETH UPDATE IN 2025?!? But seriously, thank you guys for sticking with me! I’m so sorry it’s taken me nearly a year to update this fic, my grandpa got cancer and died :/ so I wasn’t in the mood for writing so I apologise. That being said, this is probably a very slow chapter but i’m trying to get Winnie to interact with more characters! I would promise a new chapter soon but I don’t want to get hopes up, but I will try and write more!

Word Count: 2.1k

Content Warnings: none (?)

< previous chapter > - < next chapter >

Her scraped knees stung as the dirt was cleaned out with the hose in her backyard. Cheeks flushed red as tear stains dried onto her skin. The peach coloured bandaids stuck over the gravel rash, coloured in with markers to make her smile.

The sting of the alcohol burned her raw skin, her father held her down as her mother cleaned the wounds properly. Still, her mind replayed the interaction with the freckled boy down the street, who held her hand and wiped her tears with a promise that he knew what he was doing, he was a doctor in training - well his father was a doctor that is -. Jimmy Walters, a raven headed boy with freckles like constellations taught her first aid, and what love felt like.

—

Two weeks. That’s how long it took for Winnie to become friends with anyone other than Shifty. After coming down with a stomach bug - one of which she’s almost certain had to do with the spongy casserole that had half the cabin up all night puking - Shifty was forced to remain in the hospital on base until he recovered from dehydration caused by the stomach bug.

Sobel had Easy company lined up for the mornings training. Dressed in their running gear and equiped with a medical pouch, each man - and woman- stood at attention. The weather had started to cool, the closer it got to christmas, a foreign concept for Winnie, who spent most christmas’ down at the creek by her house trying to stay cool

“Today, Easy company will be undertaking the necessary and required course of medical aid.” Sobel’s voice hangs in the air “The proper use of aid will be the difference between life and death.”

The company men winced at the grim statement of their future war efforts. Winnie, unfazed, instead thought about the possibility of stealing some peaches from the mess hall.

“Lieutenant Winters will read your names, you will be partnered into groups of two.” Sobel drones

Lieutenant Winters reads out the pairs of people, unfortunately for her, Winnie was not paired with Eugene, or even Luz. She had been paired with a man called Wayne or better known as Skinny. Someone who hung around with the tall, angry man Liebgott his shorter, less grumpy companions Talbert and Grant she believed them to be

The two paired up, Picking up their cards which explained their fake medical problems that needed solving.

“Have you done this before?” Winnie asks as she lays on the ground, preparing for Skinny to save her from her metaphorical leg wound

“No, you know what i’m meant to be doing here?” Skinny huffs in frustration

“Well first you gotta check that i’m not dead” Winnie instructs “then you gotta put pressure on the wound”

Skinny moves his hand to her neck, completely missing her pulse point

“Up a little higher, just under the jaw bone” She corrects

“Ok, you’re alive, now what?” he grumbles

“Make sure it stays that way” Winnie raises an eyebrow “I’ve got a bullet wound in my left thigh, there’s an exit wound”

“Right…” Skinny mumbles

Winnie sighs

“You gotta pack the wound. Hold your hand against the bullet wound, then pack it with gauze.” She explains. Honestly, i’m meant to survive active war zones with men who don’t even know how to pack a wound

“I knew that” He grumbles, following along Winnie’s instructions

Turning her head to the right she watches Liebgott and Grant, two men she just learnt the name of, try to complete their training. Liebgott had his hand pressed against Grant’s neck, imitating the stopping of a neck wound, except…

“You’re killing him” Winnie stares blankly

“What?” Liebgott hisses

“You’re killing him” She repeats “He’s got a neck wound right?”

“So fucking what, i’m holding pressure” Liebgott snaps

“Actually you’re crushing his windpipe and he’s currently choking to death on his own blood” Winnie argues “Move your hand down about two inches”

Winnie receives a glare as he moves his hand down slightly

“Now he’s bleeding out” Winnie states with a sigh. “Sorry skinny i’ll just be a second”

Skinny lets out a string of protests as the gauze unravels from around her leg. Winnie walks the short distance over to Grant and Liebgott, ignoring the confused look and glare respectively.

“Hold it here” she demonstrates “And then keep pressure as you pack the wound, make sure his head is tilted up slightly”

Reluctantly Liebgott follows her instructions. Talbert stares at her skeptically.

“And then you wrap it up like that” she instructs “Perfect, now he may have a chance at living”

“The fuck you learn that from?” Liebgott mutters. Talbert sits up, a hand feeling around his bandages, looking back at his injury card before looking at Winnie, slight confusion on his features. Liebgott pushes him down by the shoulder, back to his ‘injured’ position

“Learnt a few things” she answer vaguely “I have to go finish getting patched up by my partner”

Winnie smiles awkwardly and walks the few steps back to Skinny, sitting on the floor with a small frown, bandages in his hands. Laying down she holds her injury card

“Alright, where were we?” She asks

———

Lieutenant Winters walked a half step behind Sobel and the doctor who displayed bandaging techniques, offering silent praise to the men who were able to even half wrap the bandage properly. Winnie sits up as Sobel stops in front of Liebgott and Talbert

“My word” The doctor states in shock “You’ve just patched a neck wound!”

The doctor kneels down and unwraps the gauze

“And correctly” He states in astonishment “I’ve never seen anyone with the ability to patch a neck wound this early in training!”

Winnie fights to keep a smile off her face as Winters sends her a small knowing look. Her advice got praised, even if the doctor didn’t know it was her work. Watching Liebgott and a Talbert flounder at the praise from the doctor had Winnie fighting a smile, ducking her head down she makes sure that Skinny had tied her bandages correctly before the three men walk to them, looking critically at her injury card

“Hayes, Sisk” Sobel introduces the two blankly

Winnie makes no effort to move from her position and salute, if asked she was ‘injured’ and thought it beneficial to play the part, less the bandages fall off.

“Ah yes, a leg wound. One of the most common wounds you’ll face on the field” The doctor implores “These seem to be bandaged well son, I suppose when you have a nurse as your partner who can give you advice it makes it easier”

Winnie flounders at his statement. Now she loved nurses, they were critical to the war. But Winnie was no nurse, she had the skills to prove it

“Actually Sergeant Hayes is a transfer soldier from another branch” Winters amends quickly

“Ah. I see” The doctor responds hesitantly “Either way, this bandage is done excellently”

Winnie gives a thankful smile towards Winters, the man nodding once in response. Sobel stands infront of the group, looking at the company.

“Your efforts today were… passable” He speaks “I expect you all ready to run currahee tomorrow at 0800 hours… dismissed”

Unwrapping herself from the bandages and handing them back to the medical team, Winnie pats down her shorts and begins walking back to the barracks.

“Hey! wait up!”

Hesitantly, she slows and turns her head. Skinny Sisk had followed behind her

“It’s Winnie right?” He asks, hand rubbing the back of his neck

“Yes?” Winnie narrows her eyes slightly

“How’d ya learn to do all that?” The man responds “Were you a nurse or somethin’?”

“No. I was not a nurse” she huffs “Why’s every girl gotta be a nurse to you lot?”. As she continues her walk back to the barracks, a scowl on her face. Her defensive nature came easily, to protect herself.

“I don’t mean it like that” Skinny amends quickly “You were just real good at that and I know nurses are good at bandages and all”

“Well I ain’t a nurse” Winnie crosses her arms “I’m just good at fixing things”

Skinny falls in time with her steps, an awkward silence covers the conversation. Faintly the sound of boots crunching gravel and lieutenants barking orders flowed through the air

“Well if you can fix things that good than i’m glad you’re on our side” Skinny breaks the silence

“That makes exactly two of you now” she mutters

“Two? you mean shifty?” he returns “‘cause if he’s you’re only friend here… that may be a problem”

“Why would that be a problem?” She bristles “what’s wrong with Shifty?”

“Never said there was a problem with that” Skinny answers “You always this defensive?”

Winnie stops in her spot causing a few soldiers from different companies to swerve to avoid her.

“I’m not defensive” She retorts, arms crossed over her chest. Skinny raises an eyebrow, arms crossing over his chest to copy her

“Okay. So i’m a little defensive, so what?” She scowls, walking once again

“Nothin ’ just wondering is all” He cracks a teasing smile “say, why don’t you sit with me tonight, I got a few questions about those bandaging things you did”

Winnie hesitates before nodding slowly

“Fine” She responds stiffly

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The meal was awkward. That was the only word Winnie could use to describe it. She was sat between Skinny and Talbert as Liebgott and Grant started at her with curiosity and perhaps anger from Liebgott

“Would you stop fuckin’ staring at me” She grunts

“Never heard of a girl like you before” Liebgott antagonises

“That’s ’cause there aren’t any” Winnie mutters “They’re all smart enough to not get into this situation”

Winnie scoops her meatloaf, is that what that is? onto her fork and shovels it into her mouth with all the grace of someone who was borderline starved for three months in an african desert.

“No kidding” He scoffs out a laugh

“You try eating rats for weeks straight” Winnie grumbles under her breath

The men all screw up their faces like they could in vision her words

“Did she just say rats?” Talbert guffaws

“Yeah. rats” She mutters “This shit is gourmet compared to the shit I had to eat”

The four men all look at each other with vary dumbfounded looks.

“Right…” Skinny drags out “How did you say you ended up here?”

“I didn’t” She mutters, finishing her food and letting out a deep sigh “Why do you wanna know?”

“It’s just weird, ain’t it?” Liebgott stares accusingly “I mean, we ain’t know nothing about you, and you’re here, scar faced and knowing how to pack a neck wound and talkin’ about eatin’ rats, you ain’t think that’s a bit weird?”

“I think it’s rude to talk about my scar face” she grits out defensively “and I owe you nothin’”

“Yeah well I think we outta know who we’re fightin’ with” Liebgott argues “How do I know you ain’t some quaker!”

Winnie’s hands hit the table and she points a finger at him

“I’m not a fucking quaker!” She spits

A silence falls over the table, the entirety of Easy company and surrounding tables all stare at the girl. Hushed whispers flow through the air as Winnie swallows her anger and embarrassment at her outburst

“The broad botherin’ you?” One of the men from Dog company kisses his teeth as he slows his walk.

“I’m not-“ Her protests are cut short

“She ain’t botherin’ us” Liebgott and Talbert both respond “we’re just talking”

Winnie sinks into her seat, taking a breath and turns her cheek away, hiding her scar.

“Sounds like she’s yellin’ and I wouldn’t let some broad yell at me like that” The corporal mutters

“who’re you calling a broad?” She glares

“I just told you we were fucking talkin’” Liebgott bites “don’t you got something else to do other than busting my balls?”

“yeah, fuck outta here” Talbert follows

Winnie sits quietly, scar tucked away from prying eyes. Eventually the chatter returns, jokes shared and food eaten, Winnie lets out a cough

“Thanks” She mumbles “I had it covered”

“What are friends for” Liebgott waves her off

“I wasn’t aware we were friends” she raises an eyebrow

“Eh, I like a broad with a bit of lip to ‘er” he shrugs

“You wanna be friends, you don’t call me a broad” Winnie stiffens with narrowed eyes

“Alright, alright, I won’t call you a fuckin’ broad” He mutters

Winnie nods stiffly and stands from the table

“Well? are you comin’?” her lip quirks slightly before walking out of the mess hall, the quad of men following her back to the barracks

___

That night Winnie went to sleep with a warmness ebbing away at her chest. The hardened walls of her heart ever so slowly cracking away the more she got to know these Americans she was so certain on hating. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope for her still.

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TAGS:

@malarkgirlypop @mads-weasley @footprintsinthesxnd @bucky32557038ww2 @grumpy-liebgott @executethyself35 @fxxiva @sandaltoesocks

A/N: please say hi in the comments and let me know what you think! i’ve missed you guys <3

[ghostymarni]

Tech x Sarad <3

requested by the lovely @baddest-batchers with @jetii ‘s darling OC

[symphonicdemise]

Starter for @concedoxnulli

It wasn't often that the Peaceful Tyranny had to stop for resupply. They always made sure stocks were full for at lease a quarter of a century before they'd have to find a mech-friendly planet.

This was one of those rare instances. The DJD treated it like a small vacation, spending a few days docked planet-side. It gave them all the opportunity to do as they pleased, pick up any personal things they needed. This was the last day they'd be here, off to travel deep space again to find their quarry.

Tarn sent a quick ping to his team that he would be returning to the ship for the evening, but wouldn't be leaving until morning, and that they were welcome to enjoy the nightlife of the planet until sunrise.

He returned to their flagship, entering through the ramp. He went to the bridge, ensuring fuel levels were adaquate enough to last while they traveled. Once he was satisfied, he retired to his office. The sound system in his office turned on at his will. Soft music filled the air, an old Tarnian hymn. He sat at his desk, picking up a datapad, starting his report to Megatron. This was his own form of relaxation, keeping reports and enjoying music.

[camthecatchameleon]

Gricko and hootsie like this please 🥺

theyre so silly i love them

(bonus doodle because gricko is very fun to draw)

[agerefandomrambles]

hey, i would absolutely LOVE some headcanons or a small fic about thirteen from house md. specifically, her being taken care of by cuddy - i'm a first time watcher and the scene where cuddy catches her giving herself the iv and reprimands her just Shifted something very specific in my brainal chemistry so now i'm like. autistically screeching 24/7 about these women that have had maybe three scenes where they were in the same room? anyway cuddy should totally become thirteen's mommy send tweet

(but also if ur not on that cuddy/thirteen vibe, just a thirteen moodboard/headcanons would be greatly appreciated 💜)

Cg! Cuddy + little thirteen headcannons

Right off the bat, thirteen regresses 8 - 15

Cuddy was very unsure of herself when she first started taking care of little! Thirteen

They go on little trips down to the park together

Neither of can really cook but they love to bake together

Thirteen struggles to regress at her own house

Cuddy has a dedicated regression room

(^ it's for any of the regressed ducklings but don't tell anyone shhh).

Thirteen sometimes goes non-verbal when she's on the smaller end of her regression

^ cuddy taught her baby sign language

As time goes on, cuddy gets better and better at reading little! Thirteen and they slot together like 2 peices of a puzzle they didn't know they were doing

Cg! Cuddy + little thirteen moodboard