#ough THEY ARE BROTHERS!

[doctorsiren]

doodles I did while on a plane yesterday

[barawrah]

i want us both to eat well

[hychlorions]

a what-if i've been thinking about for forever... trucy knowing the truth before anyone could tell her

[000marie198]

Reviews under the cut because I know they wouldn't fit in the tags, just know that this thing literally made my day

Just have to tell you this. You know how sometimes there's a scene in your head and your muse is active and it's so vivid that when you wrote it down, details that weren't mentioned are also automatically imagined? I always wondered if it works for readers too, ya know, who don't know what the author imagined.

All of that is to say, when I started reading the first sentence, I could imagine Nine sniffing, silently crying quietly enough to not let someone know. And then it was confirmed in a later paragraph. I just hope you know that the imagery, the emotion, it somehow carried through the writing without mention of it. And that's just amazing.

Now! On to the rest of the story.

Awwwhhhhhhh. He spoke. He was worried enough to speak omg 🥺

[Dunce hat on him for thinking a store-bought lock would keep any of the workshop's inhabitants out, but they could at least respect the purpose of it!] I love this sentence so much! 😂 The exasperation combined with sass and sarcasm followed by indignant frustration of a child-! Sassy internal monologue my beloved.

Also, the fact that Mangey simply lockpicked (or disassembled the lock -who knows, Nine didn't check yet-) to get in? Fav!

He sniffed out the comfort candy! Yay! No hidden locker or compartment or vault is safe from Mangey!

And he stole one for himself too, this is great! Typical sibling behavior, pulling shit like this even when you're comforting them cjjccjjfjfjf

Yes! Listen to Mangey, he knows the effects of hunger like no one else. And y'know, that is so true, when someone is hungry, they tend to get sad or angry or upset or reactive more suddenly without much prompt or reason. It's the mind telling the person in whatever way it can that we need food!

Nine feeling the sentiment behind the gesture of for the first time and not not realizing what he's feeling gosh 😭😭 I am so unwell! He was hungry and upset and emotionally hurt and somebody cared enough to find him food that could cheer him up, his brother wanted him to feel better and not be hungry and sad and got him a candy and that just swells one up with emotion, doesn't it? Nine's a kid, he's 8. And even I cry whenever my little brothers bring me something like a snack to cheer me up. It hurts so much but in an overwhelming sweet positive way gaahhh. Great now I'm crying. I haven't cried over fanfic in days, what have you done Brainworms why you struck me where it hurts? /Pos

DAWWWWW! 😍 Not a hug but it's a gesture of comfort and is induced to the brim with fluffy feels so it definitely counts, Mangey being the best brother! I have melted

Why are there so much intense feels in this fic?! It's like my empathy acting up full force why can I feel every single moment WHY- /saying this in most POS way, for some strange reason I'm literally feeling like I'm in Nine's place, bro what higher emotional muse visiting state were you in when you wrote this?!

[He felt that sleeping with them wasn't a necessity anymore ] Keep destroying me, why don't you. Ough. Keep delivering fatal blows of full powered Prime Bros family feels.

Giddily giggles over the next three paragraphs bfdbgbghhgghgh I love them so much!

[ The one thing Nine could always be glad for was Mangey's silence. Despite lacking words, the fox managed to say so much and so loudly with undoubted honesty by his actions and presence alone. (Not to confuse lack of deceit with no sass or attitude mind you.) ]<--- one hundred percent wholeheartedly agreeing with this entire thing here

Cackles! The sudden crunch! Loved that hitting out of nowhere. Nine in this entire thing is just giving off full on older sibling vibes whenever he thinks about Mangey I can't help smiling at it. The slight resigned but fond exasperation where you simply have a flat stare and go "Of course. Why not, should've expected that" , that is Nine. Bwubbers fr fr

["You- you're seriously laying on my bed with your shoes on?" He directed more of his attention towards Mangey and pointed an accusatory finger at him.] SCREAMING AND GRINS AND SQUEALS AAAAHHHHHJFJFHHRBF I LOVE THEM SO MUCH! HEGBRFHHJJJHKMH

That last paragraph.. I am deceased. Officially deceased. I hope you're happy at what you inflicted on me today. I am forced to inject this into my soul now how could you /lh /pos

Kindly accept this attack of emotions as gratitude

Thats the only context you're getting

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His ear twitched towards the door, caught by a soft scratch and a clicking sound. Afterwards, the doors slowly cracked open to more darkness, but a small silhouette of a fox was visible amidst it anyway.

Panicked, Nine turned his face towards the wall so fast his neck pricked with pain. Then he haphazardly wiped away the tears and bit down any future sobs threatening to rip through his throat.

Perhaps an over-the-top reaction that only justified the one at the door to step in through.

"Hurt?"

There was only one fox in particular that a raspy and audibly unused voice could belong to, and Nine wasn't sure if it made him relaxed or more distressed.

But besides that, he felt tired and defeated, as such, he unceremoniously collapsed onto the bed.

"Not...physically." But he wasn't sure how truthful that answer was. There sure was a particular headache he hadn't felt in years that was bound to get worse by the morning, his sinuses felt painfully stuffy and there were still leftover muscle cramps from... well, the reason he started crying in the first place.

Nine only barely registers the soft falling footsteps of the other before the mattress underneath him shifted and he snaps just the tiniest bit, happy that the mess of unfamiliar and vulnerable emotions was at least briefly overtaken by comforting anger.

He shoots a glare at the other.

"Why- how did you even get in here? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" He hisses out as he sits back up.

Nothing is sacred to Mangey as he definitely just picked his lock, because the one and only key was hidden in the pocket of Nine's current pants. Dunce hat on him for thinking a store-bought lock would keep any of the workshop's inhabitants out, but they could at least respect the purpose of it!

"Hurt." Mangey simply whispers again and points at Nine.

"It's none of your business."

Pulling his knees to his chest, he then hid his face in them, safely wiping all of the leftover tears into the fabric of his pants. A pathetic display but he felt it was the lesser of two evils as he definitely didn't favor being openly seen crying.

And It really wasn't. There was no reason for Mangey of all people to care or try to play a therapist with him. (Or ridicule him later, but Mangey hasn't struck him as someone reveling in others' pain. But then again Nine wouldn't blame him) There was nothing he could do but make everything worse actually.

All of Nine's muscles tensed up even more somehow as a feew more tears stained the pants' knees.

And that's all he felt; a painful sting in his eyes and the threat of his chest caving in on itself. He was getting tired of it, yet he couldn't relax if you put a tazer to his head. Bad allegory actually, that would in fact make him 100% more stressed.

What temporarily shook him back to his senses however was the mattress suddenly changing volume under him again and hearing Mangey springing to his feet, following his nose to somewhere around the work table's area.

Nine lifted his head just a bit and narrowed his gaze.

What could he be snooping around there for.

Nine tried to call him out, but couldn't find his voice in time before Mangey was already rummaging through a box that used to be very carefully hidden in a secret compartment Nine made under the table to hide his more precious items, like mints. Among other things.

After Mangey definitely found what he was looking for, he closed the compartment as if it never been there in the first place. Then he hopped up from beneath the table, stopping right in front of Nine.

"Hungry." Mangey stated flatly as he grabbed onto Nine's hand, who, as confused and done as he was, didn't put up much resistance and let Mangey drop a single blue candy onto his palm.

The kit hopped back onto the bed next to him happily and began unwrapping his own piece of mint that has been stolen from right under his nose.

Nine guessed he really was hungry, but eating a stupid piece of candy sure as hell wouldn't fix half a day of starving.

"Candy is not exactly known f-for its nutritional values y'know." Somehow he managed to choke out and what was meant to be an apathetic remark was stained with emotion. He really wished he stayed silent instead.

But there was no reaction from Mangey whatsoever, so he went back to staring at the single piece of mint sitting innocently in the palm of his hand.

The white lines on the wrapping blended with his glove until all of the colors blurred together when his eyes welled up with tears again.

He wasn't even sure why, he usually had a reason to cry, and even then, he dared to let the tears spill only when he was sure there was no one around.

Thoughts with no beginning or end swirled in his head and frustration bubbled in his chest while he felt stuck in his own body.

He wasn't alone, why the fuck was he crying over a stupid piece of candy.

He was sure it wasn't the candy itself that brought him to tears again but he didn't want to unwrap all that.

The ever-pleasant internal voice expressed just a fraction of the disarray he felt, until he almost threw the sweet through the ceiling when something suddenly touched his arm.

Still getting lost in and out of his head and between the real world, he keeps forgetting that Mangey is there. The other fox was now leaning on his shoulder, not paying him direct attention though.

Nine wasn't sure what it was but among the confusing and unpleasant concoction of emotions, he grasped the tiniest sliver of irritation he could find.

Mangey had the whole rest of the bed to lean on, why come bothering him? Nine doubted it was in any sense comfortable either, especially when he was barely touching him at first. But that tiny bead of more welcome negative emotion fizzled out just as fast as it came.

He gave up on trying to figure out the enigma that was the little feral fox beside him.

A few more stray tears fell into his lap that he didn't even bother paying attention to, before he practically forced himself to open the candy wrapper and plopped its contents Into his mouth.

Some sense of calm washed over him after the fact. It was barely tangible but it was there, and he figured he knew who to thank for that.

But his back was getting tired from sitting upright for so long. Nine leaned forward and supported his weight by grabbing the edge of the bed as he let Mangey shift closer to his side.

With the cooling taste of the mint numbing the insides of his mouth and warm presence of another being leaning onto him, he finally had an anchor point to hold on to and get his emotions in check.

The nigh-toxic sweetness of the candy glued his mouth together, which made talking feel both like a challenge and an achievement.

"Is anyone...did I wake anyone else up?" He finally asked, breaking the silence and addressing the most likely reason for the other fox breaking into his room in the first place.

Meanwhile, Mangey made a noise of disagreement but quickly shrugged afterward.

"I suppose the other two wouldn't just ignore an opportunity to make fun of me in this state huh." Wishful thinking on Nine's part. As much Tails and Sails- and sometimes Sonic honestly, do not forget or forgive once they're out for blood, he knew if they saw him now they would only relentlessly baby him and not let up until he told them what's wrong instead (he wonders that at this point too.) All of which would somehow make him feel worse than being picked on.

Letting out a sigh, he leaned forward even further and crossed his arms over his legs. The sudden shift in support caused Mangey, who did not expect it, to almost fall over. So after letting out a yelp, he threw his legs over the bed and scooted on it fully, leaning back to back with the other.

Nine moved his tails out of the way in the meantime, as having someone sit on them wouldn't be the most comfortable of things.

He suddenly became all too aware of how baren he was.

Finally tearing his gaze from the floor, he looked over the seven mechanical tails lying neatly placed on the table in front of him. He felt that sleeping with them wasn't necessary anymore, and it was much more comfortable when he could freely roll over without the restriction of metal around him.

Besides, no one was supposed to get in his room while it was locked, but someone probably saw it only as a fun puzzle in his way.

Nine narrowed his gaze and looked back at the intruder fox. And while he couldn't hope to see his face, those restless paws of his were nervously fidgeting with the fur on the tip of one of his own double tails, while the other appendage lay neatly placed near his side.

Yea, there was no way in hell to stay angry at Mangey for longer than two minutes.

Returning to stare at nothing, Nine spaced out in the darkness of the room yet again.

But this time, he focused on the warmth pressing against his back, the quiet breathing and heartbeat that reverberated from his chest and bounced off the walls...

And then there was another rumble added to the mix. One that he figured should be quite familiar to him, but never actually heard or produced himself in his life. Plus he doubted he'd be able to purr if he tried it himself anyway.

Even still, it helped him finally relax and unclench most if not all of his strained muscles.

The one thing Nine could always be glad for was Mangey's silence. Despite lacking words, the fox managed to say so much and so loudly with undoubted honesty by his actions and presence alone. (Not to confuse lack of deceit with no sass or attitude mind you.)

And that was more than enough for Nine.

Enough to make him feel more like himself again after..whatever the hell these past three hours were. Scratch that, past these... however long was it since he met Sonic.

Nine let a small smile sit in the corners of his mouth. "Thanks." He softly whispered and despite how barely audible it was, Mangey definitely heard it as he could feel the other fully relax against his back as well and let out a quiet hum.

Nine turned the half-dissolved mint around in his mouth when loud (compared to the drowning silence of the room) cracking, that made Nine's teeth hurt in relation, filled the room.

Mangey bit through the goddamn candy.

Surprised he waited up until now actually, Nine glanced back at the other again through the corner of his eye

"Are your teeth made of steel or what?" A rhetorical question that has been asked multiple times by every possible person who had the honor of giving Mangey any food with a denser consistency, and one that got an appropriate mocking scoff as a response.

Doing a doubletake, Nine noticed a much more glaring issue the other fox brought with him though.

"You- you're seriously laying on my bed with your shoes on?" He directed more of his attention towards Mangey and pointed an accusatory finger at him.

"You run on with those outside all day and then proceed to hop into a bed — my bed — with all that dirt and whatever else is you jump around on all day." He could feel the other tense up again, realizing too late he forgot to add the appropriate amount of sarcasm to his tone to make sure Mangey knew he wasn't actually mad at him, just slightly petty annoyed if that made sense.

Why did he suddenly care about that?

"Don't you act all innocent, take 'em off."

Nine poked him with his elbow gently and with all the affection he could muster in his exhausted state.

The other fox simply grumbled in response and kicked off his shoes to the ground at the opposite side of the bed — which were sure to have woken up someone with their unnecessarily loud thud upon hitting the floor — but not before rolling his eyes.

"...un-be-li-vable." Nine fully surrendered his weight onto the other, and this time making sure the overexaggerated annoyance and headshake were enough of a signal he wasn't all that serious.

His eyes felt sleepy heaviness on them as he caught the dimly lit time of a digital clock sitting on a shelf above the table

4:28 AM

Or maybe the last number was six or three, he couldn't really tell. What it conveyed however was that the previous estimate of three hours of spiraling was incorrect and he rather not think about how much more it would've been had Mangey not invited himself in. In fact, he'd rather not think about anything anymore.

The arbitrary decision on whether to give up tonight's sleep and just continue on into the next day until a sudden and inevitable collapse wasn't given. The soft snores of the one behind him and a tail that wasn't his own that could've easily been classified as a blanket of pure fluff that somehow found his way into his lap didn't give the option.

The amount of his much-needed rest was in the hands of the most skittish, energetic and unpredictable fox one could've left it in, and for some reason Nine was just fine with that.

[princyvish]

to reminisce, to mourn the one you couldn't save

[valtsv]

>dies anyway

[dallasgallant]

Something to keep in mind is that it’s the 1960s, long before we knew where everyone was all the time. It was more that common to just not know where someone was or when they’d get back. If they even called out about it there’s no guarantee you’d be there to answer the phone.

Ponyboy being out past curfew at 2am isn’t all that concerning within itself. Yes he did break a rule/request of him but it’s something I can imagine Soda or any of the gang had done a thousand times in their own homes.

What makes it something to blow up over is the circumstances… Pony just got jumped the day before so the memory is fresh on Darry’s mind added to their parents death- he’s terrified of making the smallest mistake… he says it himself “and I can’t even call the cops cause you two’d be thrown in a boys home so fast it’d make your head spin!”

He needs pony to be home on time. For his safety. For them to stay together. Something that may have been inconsequential or gotten him a talking to when his parents were alive turns into — well… what it did.

It’s so much more than just falling asleep in the lot.

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Darry is so much stronger than me because it my little brother had a tendency to be spacey, not think- disappear etc. (not that it’s pony’s fault he’s like that) I’d have had a nervous breakdown.

[pastel-medic]

Uhm if you coooould… draw some more red and blu medic… I would be so happy! Their so cute, I would love to see the differences between the two! So cuuuute 😭😭😭😭

The Medic Brothers are pretty much night and day but they do have some similarities (like gossiping during matches or their mischievous nature :3)

[officialmiintee]

thank u op gakuen for happy end dq bros

[ccomilk]

i return with more doodles of @vanillavengeance's fic Mystic Malfunction. i love this fic a normal amount (is shaking and frothing at the mouth)

[zanes-pink-apron]

when lloyd was little zane would read him stories and hum lullabies until he fell asleep.

when lloyd got older he thought he wasnt supposed to get put to bed anymore. he told zane he was "too old for bed time stories". so zane stopped.

zane slept less than the other ninja. he didnt need it the same way they did. so instead he would often read in the living room while his family slept through the night.

so no one else had to know when lloyd would leave his room late at night and curl up on the couch next to his big brother. and no one else had to know that zane would pet lloyds head and hum him lullabies while the green ninja fell asleep in pjs that had become too small for him.

[doctorsiren]

I’ve been thinking about that plush of Serizawa where they made him into a Bernese Mountain Dog

[andromeddog]

Cheeky little request- would you possibly maybe be interested in drawing Bull again? because the way you draw him is so scrumptious 😔

of course! here’s a quick warmup bull ✨

[cowboycatss]

i think we’re gonna have to kill this guy, hangyodon and monkichi and tuxedo sam and badtz maru :(

[hauntingyourself]

Imagine you’re driving and you see a dead body in the middle of the road so you decide to bury it but it starts yelling at you and complaining about how the market for stealing cars is shit. what would you even do

[princyvish]

Something I drew like. Last January and forgot about for a while... my take on Ace and Sabo in Egghead.