#petchricor posts

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Group of five queer people trying to escape USA to Canada

We need passports and money for a place to stay as well as money for necessities like food and medicine

Any bit helps, even a reblog

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Little Tumblr exclusive one-shot I made for rarepair week today. This is an AU where Felix survives and him and Locus better themselves off screen before coming to help with Temple. Then they all move to Iris to together and eventually start dating Wash

Anyway, enjoy!

Felix opened an eye with a groan, half awake and barely comprehending the whimpering and whining he was hearing. After a moment the sound breached his consciousness in a way that mattered and he opened his eyes, rolling over to see David tossing and turning beside him with a deep frown.

Felix reached out and took David’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it and humming a soft tune as he kissed over his neck and shoulder. Felix smiled when he felt Locus’s arm wrap around David’s waist, kissing over his other shoulder.

“H…Huh?” David mumbled, eyes opening slowly in confusion. He gasped loudly and struggled slightly.

“Shh,,” Felix cooed, petting David’s hair with his free hand. “You’re okay, you’re in bed with us.” David looked over at Felix, his expression still one of mild panic. “I know, I know it felt so real, but you’re okay baby, I promise.”

“We’ve got you,” Locus said softly, nuzzling David’s neck. David whimpered, gripping Felix’s hand tightly. “What did you see?” Felix didn’t expect a real answer, David had only ever said anything about his nightmares to them once. He’d told them he dreamt he was the Alpha being tortured, apparently that’s how most of his nightmares went.

“I…I was here,” David said quietly, gripping Felix’s hand even tighter. “And everything was fine, but then…then the Meta came, and Sigma. And they…they destroyed everything and killed everyone. There…There was so much blood…”

Felix held David close to him as he sobbed, digging his nails into Felix’s back as he clung to him. Felix’s heart ached seeing David like this, he hated knowing David was suffering this way. He wished he could just fix it and take all those awful memories away. Unfortunately, the best he could do was be there for him. 

“I’m so sorry,” Felix said softly, kissing his forehead. “You’re safe now, you’re with us.”

“We’ll protect you,” Locus said, nuzzling the back of David’s head. “I promise.”

“O-Okay,” David whimpered between sobs, his entire body shaking from them. It made Felix wish he had taken the opportunity to torture Price the way he deserved. All that ‘I believed in the wrong people’ bullshit speech wouldn’t have been enough to save him if Felix had known what he knew now.

Felix looked down at David when the other nuzzled under his jaw, smiling faintly when the other looked up at him with big eyes. The man knew exactly what he was doing and Felix could admire his ability to get what he wanted.

“Yeah yeah yeah, midnight tea it is,” Felix said with an amused smile. He grinned when David squeaked happily and gave Felix a quick kiss. Man. he was glad they’d decided to respond to that stupid Spanish robot’s cry for help.

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“if you’re working a full time job you should be able to afford to live on your own and have access to food and transportation” gonna be real with you brother. everyone deserves this. Not just people working 40 hrs a week

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[petchricor-creates]

Hey guys, just here to tell you all that I'm about to be homeless and living out of my car with my partner

The next chapter of Pieces of Him will come out as planned but after that all chapters will be on hold until I'm able to write again

Thank you for reading! I look forward to writing for you all soon!

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Removing the other comments because he looks just fine

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Another RvB fic I've been working on, this one is post season 19 with the AI fragments in the memory unit!

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Gofundme for a group of trans people escaping the US to Canada for safety

Hello, my name is Felix. I am a genderfluid person with a nonbinary partner and a small group of trans friends who desperately need help after this election

All funds will go towards getting the five of us out of here as quickly as possible, even a reblog helps

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The first chapter of Pieces of Him is now up on AO3!

[xaocchaos]

This isn't cute. He's intentionally ignoring the puppy's clear boundaries to not put his face near it. People treat them like toys and then are surprised when they end up aggressive.

no kith

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Posted the first chapter of that Omegaverse series I'm starting. Excited to add more oneshots to it as well. Keeping it simple and naming each chapter after which ship it is, so people can easily find something they want. Anyway, enough rambling, here it is!

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But Not As Depressed As

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Please help a group of trans people leave the country

My friends and I are all hoping to leave and go to Canada before inauguration day. Any bit helps

Tagging fandoms for my friends in those fandoms

https://gofund.me/d46a1efe

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Your secret is safe with me (I'm a gatekeeper and will lock the memory up tight)

Your secret is safe with me (i dissociated mid sentence and didn’t hear a thing you said)

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Final sneak peek of my fic Pieces of Him, coming soon to Ao3!

“The fire’s a’catchin’ and it’s time for some s’mores, damn it!” Sarge shouted.

“Yeah!” Caboose said, throwing his arms up. “What’s a s’mores?”

“Excuse me!?” Grif shouted. “You’ve never had s’mores!?” Caboose shook his head. “Dibs! Dibs on showing Caboose about s’mores!” Wash chuckled as Grif hurried over to the table with the makings, all excited now.

Wash watched as everyone got up and grabbed a stick and a marshmallow or two for themselves, Grif pulling his seat up next to Caboose to show him how, carefully explaining how to roast the marshmallow just right. 

Tucker sat back down beside Wash, holding out a marshmallow on a stick. “Here.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” Wash said, taking it from him. He leaned forward on his knees, holding the marshmallow over the fire. There wasn’t much fire yet, but it was getting there. Tucker copied Wash, hovering his marshmallow a little closer to the fire than Wash was. “It’s gonna catch fire.”

“I know, I want it to,” Tucker said with certainty. “I like these babies burnt.”

“Of course you do,” Wash muttered. Tucker was odd, he always liked his food just a little burnt for some reason. Something about crunch, he had said a few times. Wash thought it was a little ridiculous, but he wasn’t about to argue. He was a grown man and he knew what he liked, even if it was weird as fuck. 

“Carolina, aren’t you gonna have some?” Donut said as he grabbed some for himself. 

“Um,” she said, almost looking nervous. “I dunno.”

“Something the matter?” Wash asked. 

“I, um,” Carolina muttered, shifting her feet. “Also, don’t know what these are.”

“Oh my god,” Grif said slowly. “This is the best day of my life, I get to show people the best thing ever made. Grab a stick, grab a marshmallow, and pull your seat over here lady, I’m about to show you some shit.”

Carolina laughed a little, making her way over to the table. “Fine, fine.” Wash smiled, glad to see her managing to enjoy herself. He knew all of this had hit her hard, so even a small amount of happiness made his heart warm.

“Hell yeah!” Tucker shouted as his marshmallow caught fire. He pulled it away, letting it burn a moment before blowing it out. “See? Perfect.”

“You’re so god damn weird,” Wash mumbled, shaking his head. “You and your burnt food.

“He likes his food burnt?” Simmons said, sounding appalled. “Tucker, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“It’s crunchy!”

“Freak!” Grif shouted. “Just say your mom never knew how to cook.”

“Excuse me!? You motherfucker, I will kick your ass!” Tucker shotued back, standing up. “My momma knew how to cook, you bitch!”

“Did your dad?” Simmons asked.

“No, but he never cooked, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Of course he didn’t,” Grif said, shaking his head. “That explains so much.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

“Nothing, nothing,” Grif said, waving him off.

“Ugh, I just like the crunch!” Tucker muttered, making his way over to the table to make his s’more. “You guys are such bitches.”

“Sorry, I have standards when it comes to food,” Grif said. “I like it cooked correctly and uh, burnt ain’t it.”

“Then don’t burn your food, jackass,” Tucker retorted.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” Caboose shouted, pumping his fists in excitement.

“Caboose, shut the fuck up,” Tucker said with a laugh. “Jesus Christ.”