#stitches and needles au

[jinglebriochebun]

Forest trail🍃

SAN!Wally usually likes taking walks behind the old studio!

He discovered the trail one day when he accidentally fell out of one of the second level windows, and tumbled into a bush. He likes following and going down to the creek where all the frogs are!

[tangledinink]

plz someone tell me they've noticed what i've been doing with the gemini badge on the front of leo's cape the past few updates

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

some Friendly Maintenance scribbles i forgot to post!

[themonopolyhat]

shoulder the sky: the Doll au

another AU spawned in the chat with @shootingstarpilot, cleaned up and preserved for posterity.

featuring helix (originally belonging to @swmoddy) and el pilot's own needle and stitch. this trio has me in a chokehold at all times. <3

what follows is 4100+ words of family by way of magical realism. in which i am nice to helix, for once!

behold:

Envision if you will a world not like ours, where everyone has the same face and new people are not born—they begin as small, plain Dolls made of cloth and seeds and yarn.

It goes like this: a person suddenly Receives a Doll. Everyone knows what they look like, even if they're not all totally identical when they arrive. The arrival of a Doll is always without warning, and nobody knows exactly how it happens.

One day, you don't have a Doll. The next, you do. Some people get two or three at a time. Some go for years without ever being a Recipient.

It's the Recipient's task to carry the Doll around with them, keep it safe, talk to it, show it new things, clean and mend it if necessary. Most people come to love their Doll. They imagine the sort of person their Doll might be.

Eventually, with no set timeline, most Dolls begin to Breathe—that is, the tiny cloth Doll is replaced by a living grown person. Many Recipients keep in contact with their Breathers long afterward, because it's something like a parental/sibling relationship, after all.

(It's said that a neglected Doll can die. Sometimes a Doll arrives damaged, or incomplete, and the Recipient has to figure out how to help as best they can. If a Doll is destroyed, it's a cause for genuine mourning—that was a new potential person, and the Recipient will never get to meet them now.)

oOoOo

Helix has been Breathing for ten years and working as a doctor for six, and he's never Received a Doll.

Until one day he does.

He is too stunned to immediately process this. He picks up the recognizable Doll Pouch from its place on his floor, feels it gently. There's a Doll inside, he can tell.

A Doll. He has a Doll.

He is not ready to have a Doll. But he's not about to let this one die, so. He supposes he'd better get his shit together.

He carefully undoes the cord and opens the Pouch. The Doll slides out with a gentle shake-shake-shake.

He cups it in his hand. It's smaller than he expected, though he's of course seen many Dolls before, tucked in others' hands and pockets and hats. It's floppy-limbed and has a squishy, seed-filled belly.

There's something not quite right about it, though. Helix immediately notices.

Two different fabrics. The body is one color, and the head is another color. Neat stitches connect the pieces together, completely purposeful, and the proportions are prefect. But the Doll has had its head entirely replaced at some point before arrival.

Helix touches the squishy belly and considers the blank cloth face. “What happened to you?” he wonders aloud, softly. “Did the celestial Doll factory hurt you and have to fix it before they kicked you down here? That's kind of a shit start.” The Doll is silent. “Well. We'll see if we can't do better from now on.”

oOoOo

On his way to work the next morning, Helix stops for two things: a coffee, per usual, and a waterproof protective case for the Doll. It's small enough to ride around in his pocket, he just figures the fewer bodily fluids it gets splashed with, the less he'll have to clean it.

Helix feels awkward as hell talking to the Doll. He feels a little bad not talking to it, though, even if it isn't really listening yet. (Or is it? Nobody recalls their time as a Doll, but everybody ends up influenced in some way by that time, all the same.)

“I work at the hospital,” he tells it as he carefully tucks it into its new case. “I'm a doctor. I specialize in critical care, so I'm usually in the ED or ICU. Hope you're okay with blood and weird smells.”

The Doll offers no opinion. It seems comfortable in its case, at least. Helix tucks it into his pocket and pats the new lump. He'll have to get used to this.

By the end of the first day, everyone in the hospital knows Helix has a Doll.

By the end of the first week, Helix talks to his Doll more than he talks to anyone Breathing.

The Doll goes everywhere with him.

He carries it around the apartment, and soon there are usual spots where he sets it so it can observe (so to speak) what he's up to.

It sits by the knife block when he's in the kitchen. Helix has Opinions on coffee, curry, and noodles, which are the only three food groups he can prepare for himself. Otherwise it's takeout.

He sets it on his nightstand at bedtime. A habit quickly forms—he touches the Doll's mismatched head, just a quick brush of fingers over the cloth, and tells it to have sweet dreams. (The first time he realizes he's been saying “Sweet dreams, kiddo,” he has to reevaluate himself for a few minutes afterward.)

When he's watching TV, the Doll sits with him. When he goes for a run, it's secure in his pocket. When he goes to the store, to the bank, to the park, to meet friends, it's with him, always small and still and perfectly receptive to anything Helix has to tell it.

It witnesses him at his best. At his worst.

He accidentally drops it in the trash one morning without realizing, and is frantic for a solid hour until he unearths it. “I'm so sorry,” he tells it over and over while he gently washes it with soap and water. “I'm so sorry. I would be so sorry if you were gone.”

He has to admit, sooner rather than later, that he loves having a Doll. He loves this Doll. He can't wait for it to Breathe, and say something back to him.

oOoOo

And then. Some weeks later. Maybe a month and a half.

Another Doll arrives.

The new Pouch sits on the floor, very close to where the first had been.

Helix stares at it, dumbfounded. He takes his first Doll out of his pocket and eyes it suspiciously. “I don't suppose you know anything about this?”

The Doll says nothing, of course.

Helix keeps it in hand and scoops the new Pouch up, setting both on the counter and turning on the overhead light to get a good look at the newcomer. Little gods, he thinks, ten years without a single Doll and now he's got two. It's not usual to get two staggered like this, he doesn't think.

He unties the cord and tips the Pouch.

A few loose seeds spill out.

Helix blinks. Oh, shit. That's Doll stuffing. Not supposed to be outside of the Doll.

“Damn, are you hurt, too?” he murmurs, reaching in to carefully extract the Doll. A couple more seeds fall from the Pouch.

It's immediately apparent that yes, this one is hurt. More than that, it's... lopsided. The proportions aren't quite right, and the pieces don't match well. There are a couple of places where the seams aren't snug, and the Doll is slowly bleeding seeds when it's moved in certain ways.

Shit. Shit.

Helix very, very carefully gathers the loose seeds into a pile and addresses the Dolls in turn. “Hang tight, newbie. You, watch your brother. I'm going to have to give him some grafts.”

Helix doesn't have any fabric that remotely matches the new Doll, so he cuts up a clean pillowcase, digs out a suture kit that snuck home with him at some point, and gets to work. Some of the seams just need reinforcement, but others need patched with the pillowcase fabric. The seeds are tucked carefully back into the Doll's body before it's closed up.

The result is... well. Functional, more than it's aesthetic. Helix isn't crafty. The grafts—the patches are neat and sturdy but hardly symmetrical.

Helix sets his forceps down and nudges the two Dolls together, looking at them wearily. “At least you're both a little mismatched now, huh?” he says, smiling crookedly. “And everybody's in one piece. That's progress.”

He hesitates, touches the new Doll more gently, aware that he's mostly handled it in a utilitarian fashion. “Welcome home, I guess is the thing to say. Sorry you had a bumpy start. You'll be okay now. Your brother apparently lost his entire head at some point, but the new one is doing just fine.”

oOoOo

Helix starts to fill Doll Two in on the things Doll One has learned, all the while chiding Doll One for imagined impatience. “I know you know this, but he's new, he doesn't know it, and you don't have a mouth yet to pass it on. So cool your little rag feet.”

They ride around in Helix's pockets, but he sits them together whenever possible, because it seems right. They prop up against each other so naturally.

Doll Two goes missing one day during a double shift at work, and by the time it turns up in the on-call room Helix napped in, he's an absolute mess. He's had to forcibly stop himself from squishing Doll One too much, like a stress toy.

He takes both Dolls into a bathroom and locks himself in a stall and hugs them both to his chest, biting his lip and swallowing the urge to sob. “I am terrible at this but please don't disappear on me, okay?” he whispers finally.

Helix can't remember what he did with his time before he had his Dolls. He wasn't bored, really, or lonely. But his days seems more full, now. Bright and anticipatory in a way he's never experienced before.

He wants his Dolls to Breathe. He wants them to live.

He can't wait to meet them.

oOoOo

So of course, the first one to Breathe does so while Helix is sound asleep.

He wakes up a little past midnight. Squints at the clock, then reflexively checks the Dolls.

There's only one sitting in the usual spot. Doll Two, slumped over a little without its companion.

Doll One is nowhere to be seen.

Helix is out of bed in a second, flipping the light, squinting and swearing and checking under the bed, inside the bedclothes, what if it fell—

He smells coffee.

It's strong, and strange enough to catch his attention. Did he turn the pot on and forget...?

Scowling, he picks up Doll Two and hurries out to the kitchen. He will keep looking for the other once he's sure he isn't burning his apartment down overnight.

A person stands at the coffee pot, examining a mug. He turns to look at Helix, a bright smile breaking into place the moment they make eye contact. “Hello,” he chirps. “I borrowed your phone to learn how to make coffee. Do you want some? I'm Needle, by the way. And you're Helix.”

Helix is, on some level, aware that he is standing like a complete feeb with his boxers slung low and his mouth hanging open in shock. The person in his kitchen is wearing a towel knotted around his waist and nothing else. He looks like Helix, of course. Superficially. His hair is different. He has no scars. And that smile is several degrees brighter than anything Helix has ever produced.

Doll One is Breathing. He's alive. His name is Needle, and he's making coffee at one in the morning.

Helix swallows his first three responses. "Hey. Yeah. Are you feeling okay? Everything, uh. Go okay with. Everything?"

Doll One—Needle, he's Needle—snorts. "I feel fine. Are you okay? Do you need a doctor?"

Helix rolls his eyes and gets his feet moving, padding the rest of the way in. "I am a doctor, thanks. I'm just surprised. When I saw you last, you were a sack of seeds on my bedside table."

Needle's smile goes lopsided. Fuck if it isn't charming. "Yeah. But I'm here now." He looks down at the remaining Doll in Helix's hand. "I hope he Breathes soon, too."

Helix inhales and refuses to let any sort of mist creep over his eyes. "Yeah. Me too."

The coffee pot bubbles. They're quiet a moment.

"Welcome to being alive, Needle," Helix tells him finally, reaching out to set a hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently. “I'm glad you're here. Really glad."

Needle grins and hugs him tight in return. "Couldn't have done it without you, I bet."

oOoOo

Helix dresses Needle in some of his own clothes—they're the same size, at least—and sits them down with the coffees. And they talk. Needle is... brilliant. Breathtaking. Annoying, and charming, and sweet.

Helix would have avoided him, probably, if they'd met under other circumstances. Unfortunately, he loves him already.

"You were so much more tolerable as a Doll," he growls into his mug after yet another terrible pun.

Needle just laughs, unoffended. "Too late to go back now, boss. You missed your chance."

"I should have gagged your little Doll face as a hint."

"You could always give it a shot with the little one?" Needle smiles at Doll Two, which remains quietly slouched on the tabletop where Helix set it. "Maybe he'll be even worse."

Helix picks up Doll Two and addresses its little blank face solemnly. "Do not listen to a single word your brother says. He's a terrible influence."

“Slander."

"I blame his mismatched head."

“Slander."

There's so much to do, but first: sleep. Helix staggers back to bed, and Needle crashes on the sofa. Doll Two gets placed back on the nightstand.

oOoOo

There are all kinds of programs set up to get new Breathers established. There are classes to get them oriented, case workers to get them housed and employed, funds to support them while they get situated. Helix takes Needle to a local center to get started, and together they read the literature and watch a short video with a couple of other new Breathers.

Afterward, armed with a thick folder and a schedule for the next few weeks, Needle asks if they can go get lunch together. Helix tries not to let his shattering relief show—he hasn't figured out how he'll say goodbye now that his Doll (his first Doll) is moving out and on with his new life.

"So Helix," Needle says once they've gotten their food and tucked in, "there's a couple of flyers in here about getting too attached to your Recipient, or your Recipient being too attached to you. What do you think 'too attached' means?"

Helix blinks. "I'd guess it probably means in the bad way. Like if you were afraid to be away from me, or if I was trying to force you to stay. You know, instead of letting you be your own person." He smiles a little, squashing the sadness. "You're not a Doll anymore. You have your own life now."

“Okay, that's kind of what I thought. But you're not creepy, and I don't feel like I can't do things on my own. I definitely can."

Helix pats his shoulder, proud despite everything. "I believe you. You'll be amazing, provided somebody doesn't sew your mouth shut and kill that budding career at the auction house."

“Rude." Needle steals fries from his plate in retaliation. "I was gonna say, I already know some things for sure. You're a doctor, so you make good money, yeah?"

“True."

“And you could afford a way bigger place if you wanted, right?"

“Yes? But I don't need anything bigger, I'm happy with the space as it is..."

“What if I wanted to stay?"

oOoOo

Which is how Helix ends up browsing for a house before the day is out. A house with three rooms, because as Needle puts it, a spare room is always practical.

(Neither of them mentions Doll Two or implies a single thing. It's just a spare room. Practical.)

The case worker insists on talking to Helix and Needle, once Needle makes the plan known to her. She interviews them separately and together. Helix wonders whether she's more or less mollified when he tells her that Needle is the most annoying person he's ever met—and whether it reassures her that Needle just laughs at him and hugs him, cooing about grumpy sleep deprived Recipients.

In the end, a case worker can't actually stop a Breather from doing what they like, so the plan goes forward. They find a house fast. Buy it without a hitch. The move is quick and aggravating, as moves are.

Needle is full of plans for decorating and enhancing and having friends over, when he makes some. "And," he announces with relish as he breezes out their brand new front door, "I think I want to be a doctor, too. Write me a good reference letter!"

oOoOo

Life goes on. Helix has one Doll in his pocket now. Doll Two goes everywhere with him, still. He talks to it, pats its little head and body gently, keeps it close. It sits with him and Needle when they eat together, watch TV together, look over Needle's schoolwork together. Needle is going to be a brilliant doctor, Helix can already tell.

They fight. They make up. Helix apologizes, sometimes with words and sometimes without. He privately tells Doll Two he's sorry if he makes it nervous about Breathing.

"I suck with people sometimes," he informs it. "Turns out it's easier with a Doll. But you should Breathe whenever you're ready, okay? Take a lesson from your brother and don't let me get away with being a jackass."

oOoOo

So it goes. Life goes on. Then comes the day when Helix is getting dressed to go to the gym, and he turns around to grab Doll Two and it isn't where he left it on the nightstand. Instead there's a person sitting on the edge of his bed, bare and new and staring at him with huge eyes.

Helix does not yelp. That would be undignified.

(He might have jumped a little.)

"Shit. Sorry. Good fucking gods, you need a bell. ... Sorry. Hi."

The new Breather says nothing, just watches him carefully. Helix feels terribly inadequate and thinks of yelling for Needle—but no. No, he carried his second Doll for so long, he wants to properly meet the new person. He can do this.

"Sorry," he says again, smiling a little and easing down to sit on the bed too. "Let's start over. I'm Helix. Are you feeling okay?" He recalls the Doll's weak seams and bleeding seeds, the patches he'd applied on their first night together. "Does anything hurt?"

The new person frowns, visibly considering. He looks down at himself. "Nothing hurts," he decides. His fingers flex slowly. "I was a Doll, before now."

"You were."

"I'm not anymore."

"You're not." Helix has no idea where he came from, this serious and quiet person who's spent most of his existence in proximity to Needle, or at least the Doll that would become Needle. “Why don't we get you some clothes and something to eat, huh? Got your name figured out yet? It's all right if you're still thinking about it, you're new."

The new Breather nods silently and doesn't offer a name. That's all right. Helix figures he might be overwhelmed. He digs out clothes and offers them. "We can take you shopping for your own things, but these should fit for now. —Oh, if you figure out you're a girl or something, just let us know."

That gets him another thoughtful frown. It isn't until the newbie is dressed that he speaks again. “I'm not a girl," he says. "I'm Stitch. And I don't feel okay."

The doctor in Helix leaps to the fore, which is handy because it helps tamp down an immediate burst of panic. "Thank you for telling me, Stitch," he hears himself answer levelly. "Can you tell me more about what doesn't feel okay to you?"

Stitch hugs himself, picking at the edges of his sleeves. He's quiet for a long, long minute.

“Everything is too much," he says finally, his expression unhappy. "It feels too loud. Too big. Like I'm going to unravel and not Breathe anymore."

"Sounds like you're anxious, at the very least. Let me check some things, okay? I'm a doctor."

“Okay, Helix."

It's the work of minutes to rustle up his stethoscope and take Stitch's vitals. His pulse is quick but strong, and his lungs sound fine. His pupils are responsive and even. Reflexes are good.

“You feel overwhelmed? Is that a good word for it?" Helix asks quietly.

Stitch nods, hugging himself again and tugging at his borrowed sleeve cuffs.

"Can you think of anything that might help you feel less overwhelmed? Do you want to be alone for a little while so you can process...?"

Stitch shudders and shakes his head firmly.

“Okay. No to being alone. Maybe music?" Also a no. "We could sit quietly a while. Do you want a hug?"

That gets him a pause. Stitch meets his eyes, looking lost. "I wish I was a Doll again," he says. “That's how it feels. Like I want to be a Doll in someone's pocket."

Helix doesn't think twice about that, he'll figure out later what it means. "Well, here, let's stick you in bed under the covers a while, you can pretend you're in a pocket and we'll see if that helps."

Stitch has no objections, though his frown doesn't abate as Helix tucks him in, pulling a blanket up around his head and shoulders. "Give it a few minutes and see if you feel better, okay?" Helix pats Stitch's leg through the blankets. "I'm going to message your br—Needle. I'm going to ask Needle to bring a glass of water and some cereal for you. You don't have to meet him until you're ready. Sound okay?"

"Okay Helix."

And it goes like this: ur bro is Breathing. DO NOT COME RUNNING IN HERE. he's overwhelmed + in my bed for now. bring water + cereal to door, thx

He sends it. There is a muffled thump from elsewhere in the house. A return message arrives in seconds: OH MY GODS OH MY GODS IS HE CUTE WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM IS HE OKAY I'LL GET THE CEREAL BOSS NO PROBLEM WHAT'S HIS NAME DOES HE KNOW I'M HERE TOO

And then, immediately after: vitals?

Good fucking gods. Helix loves that idiot.

As promised, Needle knocks very softly a minute later and passes the water and dry cereal in. Helix clocks the anxious look on his face and is glad he asked Stitch about more company in the interim. "He says you can come in, but," and Helix gives him a stern look, "you have to be quiet. Gentle, okay? He's new and not as excited about it as you were."

Needle nods vigorously and mimes zipping his lips shut.

(It's not that Helix doesn't trust Needle to be kind. Needle is incredibly kind. He's just also got enough energy to launch a rocket into orbit.)

"Stitch," Helix says, sitting back down by the blanket lump's legs, "Needle brought you some water and food. Can you sit up and drink a little bit, at least?"

Stitch stirs. Peers out of the blankets. "I have to?"

“I guess not, but I recommend it," Helix tells him easily. "Dehydration doesn't help with anything."

Stitch considers this. "Okay Helix." He shuffles in place, sits up. Takes the water and carefully swallows some of it down. His eyes find Needle, who's sat down at the foot of the bed and is vibrating in place, from the looks of things.

"Hello," Stitch says. "I'm Stitch."

Helix's heart twists a little at the sheer sweetness in Needle's answering grin. "Hi, Stitch. I'm Needle. I'm sort of your big brother—Helix carried my Doll around, too."

"Oh." Stitch looks between them a moment. "You were both waiting for me?" Off their twin affirmatives, he bites the inside of his lip and picks at the blankets. “Was it hard to start Breathing, Needle?"

"No," Needle replies promptly, smiling, "but Helix says I have the attention span of a cabbage, so I probably just didn't pay enough attention to anything long enough. It is a really big thing to get used to, isn't it?"

Stitch nods mutely.

"You want to go back in the blankets?"

Another nod.

“You want company? I can keep secrets, and I'll tell you all of the best ways to get Helix to swear. It's funny."

Helix opens his mouth to interject and snaps it shut again when Stitch says, "Okay."

Which is how he ends up sitting quietly, reading, while Needle and Stitch huddle under the blankets and are quiet and whispery by turns. It's fine. He's very, very proud of Needle. He'll just have to make an effort to undo all of the terrible ideas he's putting in Stitch's head.

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumptober 2024 - Day 25

My friends are wonderful influences, everyone say thank you! Jewel belongs to @that-one-thespian!!

TWs: stitches

Surgery | Stitches | Being Monitored | “It’s for your own good.”

Bastian shuddered on the table as Jewel stitched up his side. "Dunno how you do this." He hissed, dropping his forehead onto his own forearm. He lay on his stomach, careful to stay still as the small doctor perched on a step stool to stitch a bad gash across his lower back.

"It's not fun." Mariano said, as Bastian's fingers wrapped tighter around his. "I'm just a freak, remember?"

Bastian groaned with a nod as the curved needle dipped through his skin again. "You are." His grip intensified as more of the wound was closed up. "I don't know how you do this to yourself, it hurts so bad."

"You sit for five hours for a tattoo." Mariano teased. "And then you ask if you can do five more."

"That's different. That's just on top of your skin, this is under." Bastian whined, eyes disappearing into the crook of his elbow. "So different. So much worse."

"So much quicker, though." Mariano said, smiling as he kissed Bastian's knuckles. "You've taken far worse for me, too. This isn't anything compared to any of that."

"But that was for you, you're my mage." Bastian pressed his teeth into his own arm. He didn't draw blood, but it felt good to vent the extra energy. "This is just because some drunk coward had a knife and a problem with me kicking him out of my shop."

The clip of some scissors made Bastian jump, then wince.

"Alright," Jewel said, a smile in her voice. "All done. Each stitch is separate from the rest to give you a little more mobility and security, but if you pop one make sure to get it redone."

Bastian sighed, melting into the table. "Thanks doc. Sorry I'm such a big baby about that."

"Shush." Jewel said, starting to get the supplies cleaned up. "It was nice to know you weren't trying to hide anything from me. Now, let's get you a new shirt so that you can go hang out. It's movie night."

Bastian smiled, accepting a cool washcloth swiping over his face from Mariano. The burn was already starting to fade from his lower back. "Sounds like a plan, doc. You can head back out, I'll be out in a few."

Mariano squeezed his hand again. "And I'll be here with him."

@whump-captain @whumpr @whumperofworlds @lektricwhump @cyberwhumper

@bxtterflystxtches @inscrutable-shadow @whumpbees @painful-pooch

[wy-ote]

It’s time to finally reveal one of my many secret projects!!

I joined the My Horror Academia bang and got to do yet another fake book cover ♥️ it was a lot of fun!

You can read the story HERE!

(Note: the fic is 18+! Make sure to mind the tags!)

[theoneeyedgoldenwolf]

Catch a knife

Whumptober 2024, number 26: Nightmares

Summary: Twilight’s past haunts him during the nights. When he wakes up from them, he unintentionally endangers Time’s life. Is there a way to make his unconscious actions to stop?

CW: Lack of trust, nightmares, threat by a knife, slashed by a knife, stabbed by a knife, mauling, eerie feeling, drugged, hallucinations

Notion: - Originally named as “The Mark of the Wolf” - This starts roughly with very cruel nightmare! D= - Part of my Ranch Family AU story. - Time has lost his eye and he has scar over his right eye but he does NOT have Fierce’s markings. Those will come much later. - Luck Bird = Siberian Jay

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Twilight groaned and sat up slowly while frowning at the sticky feeling and odd warmth. He shook his head before blinking his eyes open. His confusion increased at the stench of blood. He jerked a bit when he saw the pool of blood he had been laying on. Then his notion fell into a hand just in his line of sight. Gulping, he turned his notion into the limb and slowly gained a person into his sight. A person he was learning to know. Only one word left his mouth as the realization of the situation dawned to him: “Time.” He had mauled the older male like a feral beast. On that second he started to scream.

Twilight woke up screaming and bolted up on his bed. He screamed again in terror as his room’s door was slammed open roughly and fast. He didn’t think twice as he snatched the knife from his night table and threw it.

The startled scream and the sound of thwack finally snapped the youngster into reality. He jerked a bit and blinked few times as he caught the notion of his knife on the wall and Time having half crashed onto the floor. Time whom was his current caretaker. Time whom he lived with at the Lon-Lon Ranch. Time whom had picked him out of all the other kids in the orphanage and brought him to here. Time whom had bought him all he could need, a phone, the knife he had just thrown, clothes and other stuff. Time whom hadn’t posed even one bit of threat to him for the past two months he had lived with the guy.

“Uh… Really good throw.” Time told while bit shakily standing up. Twilight watched him yank the knife off of the wall. After that he gently threw the knife back onto the night table. “Bit of practice and your aim will be even better.” He commented before crouching down to be on lower level.

Twilight just stared. He bit jerked at the overly loud sound of the knife hitting the wood and bit skid on the surface of the night table. He blinked few times while slowly realizing the whole situation. “S-sorry… I…” He started uncertainly and noticed Time shaking his head.

“Nah. No worries at all. You had a nightmare and woke up screaming. And I just dash into here without a warning.” Time spoke calmly and gently even though he certainly was still shaken. “Gotta see if I can fix the lock. The locksmith did give good information and explanations but…” He shrugged and chuckled a bit. “I don’t think I’m much of a fixer.” He told while taking a check on the lock. “But, maybe I can get it done. If not, then just put the chair against it and I’ll try to get the locksmith over tomorrow.”

Twilight just numbly nodded while still trying to push the hellish dream out of his mind. “Want to talk?” Time queried softly and Twilight blinked several times in start before shaking his head. “Okay, not gonna force.” Time backed off before giving a lopsided smile. “How about hot chocolates?” He offered instead.

“What? In middle of the night?” Twilight finally found his voice and he frowned a bit.

Time shrugged. “Why not? I’ve had lot of midnight hot chocos with Malon when I was younger.” He explained and Twilight could hear the slight waver at the mention of his caretaker’s wife’s name and the slight pain the memory brought. He didn’t yet know much but so far he had gathered that the woman had died to a cancer only about two years ago.

Twilight thought for a moment before nodding and slowly getting up from the bed. “Great! I’ll teach so you can make the hot chocolates for both of us.” Time told while keeping the distance and moving in front of the younger male. Twilight still bit frowned at the action but he understood it well. Time was letting him to choose when it was okay to be close.

They went into the kitchen and Time chose the furthest seat he could find at there. With the given instructions he made two cups of hot chocolates before taking a seat by the table and handing the other one to Time. The older male nodded his thanks. Yet very soon he got up and went to pick up some drawing paper and pens. He set them in middle of the table while pulling one sheet and two pens, orange and normal.

“To get your mind off of that nightmare, I’d suggest to draw something.” Time told while looking at Twilight calmly. “Draw what makes you feel safe. Draw what brings you luck. Or, well, just draw whatever you wish.” He suggested and bit grinned. “And when you’re ready, and of course if you’re willing, we’ll show our creations once we’re done.”

Twilight just frowned while letting the hot chocolate calm him down already. Yet, he pulled one of the white sheets of paper and one pen. He thought for a while even though he already knew what he’d draw. Only a moment later he began to draw what he kept calling as The Mark of the Wolf.

“You know… I could go and buy you another knife tomorrow. You can come along if you want.” Time suddenly suggested while coloring his creation. “On that way, when you throw one you still have a blade to defend yourself.” He explained calmly.

“Is… Is it okay if I stay here?” Twilight queried bit uncertainly.

“Sure. At then I just need to know what kind of knife you want so I can buy the right one.” Time answered without hesitation.

“The same as what I already have.” Twilight gave out straight away. He liked the blade as there was a running wolf etched into there.

“Alright. Consider it done.” Time simply replied while bit tilting his head as he checked his creation. A moment later he nodded. “You ready?” He queried while taking a hold of the paper so that he could turn it around.

Twilight nodded and took a deep breath. Time began to count from three downwards and when he hit zero, they turned the creations around. “A bird?” Twilight queried while looking at the round bird of silver and orange.

“Malon called it as Luck Bird.” Time answered as calmly as he could. “It’s pretty much been such for me whenever I’ve seen it.” He explained with a shrug before nodding to Twilight’s creation. “Is that what you’ve called as the Mark of the Wolf?” He inquired and Twilight nodded.

“I saw it on the forehead of the golden wolf that saved me.” Twilight answered with a small smile before bit sighing. “I know it was just light and shadows playing with my messed up mind but…”

“It’s real.” Time stated out firmly and startled Twilight’s notion right back into him. “Whatever anyone says, what you saw was real for you. No-one can claim against it. They weren’t there. They didn’t see it. You were. You know what you saw. Don’t ever let anyone claim against that.”

Twilight stared while being fully taken off guard. No-one had ever said his sight had been correct. It was first time someone actually believed him and confirmed his claim.

“I’ve seen lot of unique markings on different animals.” Time told calmer. “Some even name their pets after those things.” He continued and shrugged. “I don’t doubt even one second that there wouldn’t be a wolf with the marking you’ve drawn.”

Twilight calmed down and turned his gaze down into his creation before turning it towards Time. On the paper was long line which top had unique swirly looking tree of sorts with a dot inside it. On its sides were two more swirly lines and deer antlers.

“That is very unique marking.” Time commented while not touching the paper but taking in the whole creation. “I could buy some paints too while at the town and you can paint it onto your wall. How about it?” He suggested calmly.

“You sure?” Twilight queried bit startled of the offer.

Time shrugged while still smiling. “It’s your room. I want it to be a place you feel safe at.” He simply answered before getting up. “How about I try and fix your door’s lock and we go to sleep for a while longer?” He half queried while taking his mug to the sink and filling it with water. Twilight nodded and followed his caretaker. He gave his mug over while feeling bit like he should wash the mugs. “Don’t worry about the mugs. I’ll handle them at the morning.” Time told while very carefully rounding the younger male and going to fetch some needed things to fix the door.

Twilight watched and followed whole time. He didn’t trust Time but he couldn’t deny the fact of how much effort the one eyed male was putting into making him feel safe and accepted at there. Still, after how his past had gone, it wasn’t easy for him to trust older males.

The next few weeks went past safely and calmly. Time did, as he promised, get him another knife with a running wolf in the blade and several different paints. Twilight had had rights to pick the ones that he liked the most to paint his own room as he wished. Time bought even more of the chosen colors just to be sure it would be enough. He did also check on the youngster while offering his help but mainly, out of Twilight’s request, he just supervised. Twilight painted the Mark of the Wolf into both sides of the door as well into the ceiling of his room so it would be the last thing in the evening and first thing in the morning he saw.

Twilight had started to calm down a bit too while enjoying of the farm work. It was summer but, by using Time and Malon’s old school books, got some home schooling. Time did his best to help whenever Twilight requested for it. And usually they found the answers together.

Twilight often handled the meals since Time didn’t want him to fear of the food being tampered with. Besides that, the older male was fine with smaller eating which often got him to even forget to eat at some days. When Twilight noticed this trend, he was straight off on handling the breakfast, dinner and evening meal for both of them. Even though Time kept telling him that he didn’t owe anything for the stay, care or anything else, Twilight still felt like wanting to do something to show his gratitude for the freedom, place of safety and someone truly caring about him. This all was the reason the next nightmare took him off guard.

The darkness was all around him. The forest didn’t seem friendly even one bit. The air was smelling foul and made his head hurt. Twilight whimpered and screamed for his parents. Everything looked the same. Suddenly something moved in the thick fog that had appeared almost out of nowhere. He ran. He glanced once behind him while hearing all sorts of sounds. Just as he turned his notion back to where he was running, he gasped, stumbled backwards and crashed to his butt as he had slammed roughly against something solid. Then, without warning, that something solid creaked open and…

Twilight woke up screaming while bolting upright in his bed. While still lingering between the nightmare and waking world, he snatched the knife and threw. He hadn’t even heard or seen his room’s locked door having been roughly struck open. What finally snapped him into the reality was a scream.

Twilight stared at Time and the knife on the floor. The older male was holding his arm with a pained grimace. Yet, when he noticed Twilight staring at him, he forced that look off and grinned a bit. “Your aim’s getting better.” He commented before kneeling down and carefully picking the knife up. “This needs bit more of cleaning but…” He started and wiped the blade into his clothes before standing back up and gently throwing the knife back to the night table. “That’s the best I can do at the moment.” He continued and shrugged a bit.

It took quite a while from Twilight to realize that he had actually slashed Time’s arm with that throw. “Time… I…” He stammered while staring wide-eyed at the scene. Time was slowly calming down and he just shook his head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Time assured with a fond smile. “I’ll just get this bandaged. It’ll heal in no time.” He promised and glanced at the lock. “I’ll fix that again.” He nodded towards the door before giving a lopsided smile. “Hot chocos and calming down, yeah?” He offered and Twilight just nodded. “Great! You can go and start things. I’ll be down in a moment.”

Twilight couldn’t really do anything else than nod before Time left the room. He carefully picked the knife up and felt fully guilty of the blood that he could still see on it. Once again he wondered what Time had gone through in his past to be acting like this. He wasn’t barking him down. He wasn’t throwing him out. He was just accepting of being attacked by a stranger in his own home. He hadn’t even reported of him to anyone.

Twilight left his room bit sorrowfully and knocked on the bathroom’s door. “Time?” He called and got a muffled reply of “Yeah?”. He hesitated for a moment. “Can I help?” He eventually asked while wanting to make things right.

“Thanks but I got this. Just get the hot chocolates done. Okay?”

Twilight sighed and bit slumped. “Okay.” He replied while feeling like he should go inside anyways. He knew Time didn’t lock the door even though there was such a chance. Then again, that had been installed at the same day as his door’s lock had been. It clearly told there never had been locked doors besides the front door in the whole house. Trust and acceptance clearly had been extremely important for the residents of the place. And he felt like he was violating that guideline in the hardest possible way.

Only a moment after Twilight had the hot chocolates done Time came down. He had changed pajamas for two different reasons, the blood and the rip in the sleeve. He was clearly calmer but Twilight was quite certain it was just fake to calm him down. There still was some of that freak-out in his eyes. Yet, it was clear he was rather looking after him than of himself.

Time nodded as Twilight gave him the mug. “So… I’m not going to ask. It’s up to you if you wish to talk.” He told calmly while tracing the rim of the mug. “But… I’m going to ask this… What do you want to do?” He continued while raising his gaze up into the younger male. “Draw? Watch TV? Howl at the moon?” He suggested before shrugging. “Sure, it’s not full moon yet but… Does it really matter what night it is?”

Twilight stared bit startled at his caretaker. “I… Um…” He started before shaking his head. “How about card game?” He queried and bit relaxed when Time smiled widely.

“Sure! I’ll fetch the deck.” Time exclaimed and left the room. Twilight smiled a bit but the look dropped off of his features the moment the one eyed male was out of seeing it. He just frowned and stared at the older male’s mug. This was exactly what he couldn’t do, leave his drink or food unsupervised. The guy trusted him and he felt like he didn’t deserve that.

Soon enough Time came back and gave the card deck to Twilight. “Just check them through. I didn’t rig it but I want you to be certain of it.” He told calmly and tried to keep his notion elsewhere while Twilight went through the cards. Once he was certain he already shared few cards. “So, what we playing?” Time queried while picking the cards up.

“Biggest card wins?” Twilight offered while turning one card around from the deck for starter.

“Works for me. You can start if you want.” Time replied while bit changing the places of his cards. Twilight simply nodded before placing first card in.

They played several games through while enjoying of the hot chocolate. After that Time fixed the lock on Twilight’s door. Twilight simply nodded his thanks while returning to the bed. He had washed his knife after having done the hot chocolates and while waiting for them cool down a bit.

The days and weeks flew past again and Twilight started to calm down. He hoped there wouldn’t be that rough nightmares anymore. He had had smaller and less hellish on several nights. Yet, just as he thought he had everything perfectly fine, the next nightmare jumped him.

Twilight was growling. He stood protectively in front of two younger kids. The room was dimly lit but he could feel something moving around there. The kids were trembling and whimpering behind him. Whatever it was that lurked in the shadows was a threat. Suddenly a rough sound of screech snapped his notion to his side. Before he could realize what had caused the noise, an unseen door was slammed open and something dashed into the room.

Twilight screamed while seeing the hideous thing rather than his own room. He threw the knife without thinking while desperately wanting to protect himself and the kids of his past. The scream wasn’t a beast’s but Hylian’s. And it wasn’t brought out by start or slight pain. It was filled with agony.

Twilight gasped as the situation came into him like a flash of a sudden lightning. Time had crashed to his knees while holding his shoulder. Twilight stared horrified as he saw his own knife in the back of Time’s shoulder. “W-what… W-what I’ve d-done…” He half whispered with shaky voice and feeling tears at his eyes. On that second he scrambled out of the bed and dashed to Time before already dropping to his knees. “Time… I…” He desperately tried to find right words but he didn’t know what to say.

“You hit good. Straight and true.” Time whispered after shaking his head. “It’s fine. I’ve had worse.” He assured while clearly wanting to pull Twilight into a hug for better comfort. Yet, he held back as he knew the trust between them hadn’t yet been established strongly enough.

“Time, I’m sorry!” Twilight half shouted while trying to blink the tears out of his eyes. He moved closer and tried to get a better check of the wound. He flinched when Time growled in pain. “Sorry! Sorrysorry!” He straight off half shouted while pulling off bit startled. “You need to go to hospital.” He stated out while feeling himself tremble even more.

Time shook his head. “No. It’s fine. I just need you to pull the knife out. I’ll bandage it.”

“What?!  NO!” Twilight nearly snapped in shock. “It needs stitches!” He barked out before bit flinching in shock at Time’s reaction. The one eyed male grimaced and jerked at the claim of stitches. “Time?” He called bit worriedly.

Time took a deep breath and gave as reassuring smile as he could but it didn’t fully hit right. “J-just mild case of needle fear.” He answered before carefully touching around his shoulder to find the knife.

“Time… What…?” Twilight started before gasping in start as Time yanked the knife out with a growl. “Time… That… T-that was stupid!” He snapped while staring horrified at the bleeding.

“I’ve had worse. I got this.” Time replied while giving the knife back to Twilight after having cleaned it against his clothes. After that he stood up. “Hot chocolates sounds good, right?” He half queried while trying to give a smile of assurance.

“Time…” Twilight whispered while watching the older male leave the room. “Shit…” He growled and stood up swiftly to go after his caretaker. “Time, I mean it. You need to go to the hospital. That wound needs stitches.” He stated out as firmly as he dared.

Time stumbled and paled even more than earlier at the mention of stitches. Twilight grit his teeth while realizing that he wasn’t going to get the one eyed male to do as supposed to. “What would you be doing if it was me in your place?!” He eventually snapped and nearly winced as Time stopped dead on his tracks.

Time gritted his teeth for a while before sighing heavily. “You can’t drive and neither can I in this condition. Taking Epona into the town isn’t a good idea. And we’re not walking around the town in middle of the night.” He stated out firmly while turning around to look at the youngster.

“Fine.” Twilight huffed and shook his head. “Where’s the first aid kit? I need to stitch that wound.” He half commanded and winced again at the rough flinch Time did at the mention of stitches and the knowledge of needles to get it done.

Eventually Time sighed and nodded. “Living room. In the book shelf’s closet. The closest to the door.” He explained and waited until Twilight was out of sight before taking his shirt off.

Twilight took the stairs carefully but otherwise he dashed through the hallways. He found the first aid kit quite quickly before already returning into the second floor’s bathroom. “Just keep your gaze off of here.” Twilight half commanded while getting things ready. “Is there any pain killers for the area?” He queried while checking the first aid kit through.

“No… Just do it.” Time replied and took few deep and shaky breaths. He closed his eye and tried to concentrate into his breathing. Twilight jerked when he did the first strike and Time flinched roughly with a pained gasp. The one eyed male trembled and flinched at each stitch done. Yet, he didn’t whimper. Instead, he just grit his teeth and fought against the unconscious actions.

Twilight wanted to say something, anything, comforting but he couldn’t find the words. Luckily, though, the wound wasn’t that of wide and the knife hadn’t struck too deep. The moment he was done, Twilight put the needle and the first aid kit to be fully out of Time’s sight. Next he gently cleaned the blood off but Time still flinched as he clearly wasn’t happy of others touching the scars that littered his body. Eventually Twilight bandaged the area before getting up and cleaning things off. He still did his best to keep the needles out of sight.

“Thank you.” Time whispered after having caught himself back in order. He bit moved his shoulder before getting up from the floor. “Just leave the things there. I’ll clean them later.”

“You’re welcome and don’t worry. I got this already.” Twilight replied and flashed a smile to Time. “Just go and get changed into cleaner clothes.” He suggested calmly. “I’ll be done in a moment and then we can have hot chocolates. Yeah?” He offered with a grin.

Time blinked bit startled before smiling lopsidedly and nodding. “Sounds good. You want to do them?” He replied and Twilight just nodded. “Alright. I’ll see you in a moment.”

Twilight just nodded into that before, once Time was out, he sighed bit heavily. He slumped and looked around at the blood he had drawn out. He shook his head and took a deep breath while putting on fully determined look.

Twilight handled the cleaning of the used items, his own knife and the bloodied areas. He checked once around before going downstairs and putting the first aid kit back to where it belonged to. After that he went to the kitchen and nodded once to Time before starting to get the hot chocolates done.

“Time, before you tell that you won’t ask a thing…” Twilight started after having brought the drinks to the table. He sighed heavily and forced himself to face his current caretaker eye to eye. “I can’t tell much because I’m unaware of all that has happened to me.” He half warned before taking a deep breath and starting to talk.

“I… Some memories are hazy. Some I’m not sure if they’re real or made up. And some are by now messed up with the life after I and the others were rescued.” Twilight began bit uncertainly.

“Twilight, you don’t need to tell me anything you don’t want to.” Time told gently while wishing to reach out to his boy but not daring to.

“I know but… I want to. I feel like I owe you at least this much. I…” Twilight replied almost desperately.

Time sighed and shook his head. “You owe me nothing, Cub.” The stated out firmly. “You’re here because I care. I want this to be home and safe place to you. I’m not asking anything in return. I just want to see you safe and sound. I just want you to reach for your dreams and gain them.”

Twilight nodded while dropping his gaze down into the mug. He wanted to explain but he didn’t find the answers. “Give me a second.” Time called and went to fetch a piece of paper and a pen. After that, once back to his place, he drew something swiftly enough on the sheet. “I hope I got it right.” He said softly while giving his creation to the younger male.

Twilight frowned and turned the paper around. He gasped in start as he saw the Mark of the Wolf on it. “It… It’s perfect…” He half whispered while tad smiling at the creation.

“If you really wish to talk, Twilight, keep your gaze in the marking. Know you’re safe and protected. As long as I have the rights and ability, I will protect you in any way possible.” Time told firmly and Twilight nodded almost absentmindedly.

“I remember a forest.” Twilight began again. “I’m not sure but I think I was there with my parents. I got lost. The fog appeared and there was something within it. I ran and crashed with a wall…” He told and frowned a bit. “I… Somehow this feels more of a nightmare I had instead of what happened. I don’t know…”

“Just take it easy. Breathe.” Time soothed with soft voice. “You’re safe. Whatever is in your past can’t harm you ever again. I promise.”

Twilight nodded and took a deep breath. “A clear memory is of a room. Several different. Most dimly lit. I… I think we were drugged. Might be through the food and drinks. Maybe in the air… I’m not sure.” He explained and shook his head. “We saw things. We attacked each other because of… Because of the… Um…”

“Hallucinations.” Time offered and Twilight nodded.

“Yeah, that. Hallucinations. Seeing things that weren’t there.” Twilight confirmed. “I don’t know how long we were there. Trapped and drugged. Felt like eternity.” He whispered and shivered a bit before shaking his head. “A wolf… Not sure if it was a hallucination too or real. It had this marking on its forehead.” He confirmed and tapped the paper. “It saved us. The next thing was that we were taken out of that place. The days are bit hazy as the drugs wore off. After that, though…” He shrugged. “Orphanage.”

Time nodded while wishing to go to hug the boy or at least place his hand over the youngster’s. Yet, he stayed to his place. “You’re safe here.” That was all he could say and promise.

Twilight smiled a bit and nodded. “I know.” He half whispered before stretching. “Where’s the paints? I’d like to add something into my room.”

“At the storage between the house and the Cucco house.” Time answered before getting up. “I’ll fix your door’s lock.

“A-actually…” Twilight started while making his choice. “No need for that. I could… Leave it unlocked.” He told while still being bit contradicted of the situation.

“You sure? I want you to feel safe at here. The lock’s meant to give that.” Time queried bit surprised.

Twilight smiled slightly and nodded. “I’m sure.” He replied while feeling surprisingly calmer than a while ago. Time nodded and glanced out of the window.

“I guess it’s about time to start the work so—“ The one eyed male started but Twilight cut him short.

“NO.” The youngster almost snapped. “Not with your arm not working correctly. You need to let it heal.” He told firmly and grinned. “You’ve taught me the ranch work. I’ll manage on my while you heal.” He promised while getting up. “I’ll change real quick, do the painting I need and handle bit of breakfast for both of us and be off to work. That okay with you?”

Time was bit taken off guard but he soon smiled and nodded. “Alright. May I stay close by in case you need bit of aid?”

“Sure.” Twilight replied happily. “Having bit of conversation always makes things go faster.” He commented and Time nodded in agreement.

It took about couple of weeks for the knife wound to heal enough for Time to aid with the work. Twilight still chose the harder work just to make sure his caretaker didn’t overdo himself. Still, with things going better, the youngster hoped he was over with the nightmares. He had shared bit of his past and talked with the one eyed male whenever he recalled something. Sometimes he just wanted to older male’s opinion on things and they worked the problems through together. He wasn’t happy when the next nightmare struck.

Twilight was feeling nauseous. The food had tasted funny but he had been too hungry to care. Now he regretted it. The room slowly dimmed around him and he wasn’t certain if the situation was caused by his own sight or if it really was happening. When the shadows began to move, he knew it was his own fault. And yet, he couldn’t help but curl up into the corner and whimper in terror. The sounds around him, real or not, were making everything even worse. There was no way out. The walls were creeping closer. When things started to be too much to bear, all he could do was to scream.

Twilight woke up in fright. The scream left from within him before he even understood it. He sat up while snatching the knife to defend himself but that was when he saw it. The Mark of the Wolf. He froze for a moment while having unconsciously stopped his action of the throw and turned the knife away from being a danger to the one whom had crashed into his room. He was safe. He wasn’t at that place. He had someone whom cared and believed him.

“Cub?” Time called carefully while having been actually surprised of not having had to try and avoid a flying knife. The moment that word left from his mouth, his boy already scrambled out of the bed, dropped the knife into the night table and dashed to him. He barely had enough of time to crouch down and spread his arms to catch Twilight.

Twilight wrapped his arms tightly around Time and broke down. He felt the one eyed male carefully embrace him. He didn’t fully hear the words but he took in the comforting and soft voice of his caretaker. He gave out a slight yelp when Time sat them both down to the floor. While crying, he told the nightmare out and felt the hold bit tighten around him. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep in the ranch owner’s hold.

Time didn’t move from his place nor did he let go or stop talking. He could’ve picked the boy up and taken him to the bed but he wasn’t going to do such. In his opinion it was safer to let the boy sleep where he was and guard his rest as he had been given such rights.

When the Cucco finally gave the call of the morning, Twilight yawned and carefully stretched. “Morning, Cub. How are you?” Time’s voice started him and he snapped his eyes open. The one eyed male was smiling fondly at him while holding him securely but still in such way that he could easily get away if he wanted to.

“Morning.” Twilight replied and closed his eyes before snuggling closer to his caretaker. He smiled when he felt Time sigh in relief and tighten the hold. This was exactly where he was feeling at safe and protected. “Thank you.”

“Hmm? For what?” Time queried with slight frown.

Twilight sighed contently while fully relaxing. “Everything. For absolutely everything,” He replied with a smile before taking his caretaker fully off guard by kissing the side of his head. Yet, after the first shock, he felt Time quite well melt by that action. ”Thank you, alpha wolf.” He whispered with a slight grin.

“You’re welcome, Cub.” Time replied while smiling fondly. He knew for certainty that his boy was on way to healing. Things were going to be all right from here on out. Obviously, though, since they had missed the chance of hot chocolate in the middle of the night, it was their drink with the simple breakfast.

[brainrot-stitch]

Notebook oc doodles :3 (and the last one is a mer au sneak peak 😈😈)

[anicehomicidaltree]

“Nadel und Faden” (or Needle and Stitch for you english speakers) is such a Mind coded song

German:

English:

[foolish-ghoul]

My fellow Termina fans hear me out: (Fear and Hunger 2 TERMINA Spoilers)

A fanfic/comic setting where Daan wins the festival and joins the cult of sulfur, where the followers in Prehevil are like a big dumb sitcom family

This idea's based on the fact that Daan moonscorches into a Pocketcat, as well as the fact that Stitches is Daan's fiancée

The dynamics go as follows:

Daan, now a child of Sulfur, either becomes the new PocketCat or another White and Violet-skinned monster, who would be called "Blades" after his signature weapon of a scalpel

Now sharing a deeper connection and monstrous forms, Daan and Elise get married in the name of Sulfur (not forming a Marriage creature of course lol) with Needles being his eccentric father in-law who sometimes ropes the couple into his shenanigans

Depending on whether or not Daan is the new Pocketcat, he'd be a weird family friend or not exist at all lol

Per'Kele is the leader of the branch of the cult of sulfur in Pre'Hevil, a mean-spirited fellow who everyone just puts up with but nobody really likes

[cantdanceflynn]

THANK YOU ALL FOR WAITING FOR YESTERDAYS PROMPT HERES BOTH YESTERDAYS AND TODAYS

[jinglebriochebun]

Stitches and Needles Lore…

I suppose I need to explain to you all the lore behind the stitches and needles au….

Welp, buckle up stars cause this is gonna be a lot of reading!

Like I said in the au’s introductory post, the Playfellow studio has been abandoned for years, that is until the main character puppet, Wally, “wakes up”.

He finds himself torn and tattered with a bad case of amnesia. If it hadn’t been for a spirit named “Home” (who claimed to originally to possess Wally’s house) than Wally wouldn’t have even remembered his own name.

Home assists Wally in sewing himself back together. Wally has visible patches all over his body, but his most visible trait is his missing eye, replaced with a button.

(This is the old ref sheet I need to make a new one)

Wally discovers his friends all torn, dismembered, and in worse conditions than he was, and what a puppet would call, dead.

Wally convinces himself that if he fixes his friends than they’d come back to life. His first choice is Barnaby. Of course as he fixed himself and his friend he gains a skill and a passion for sewing.

While Wally works on Barnaby and explores the studio he finds….something

It’s a needle and thread that he attaches to his ear like an earring. The thread can lengthen itself and doesn’t snap under any tension, and Wally can control where it goes. The needle is sharp and tough so it can stab into anything.

It can be used for grabbing things, hanging down from stuff, holding things, murder, etc.

Once Barnaby is fixed he doesn’t come back, to Wally’s dismay.

However Home has a few tricks up their sleeve and reanimates the blue dog.

(This is an old one too)

Once Barnaby comes back he has a much better memory than Wally and instantly recognizes his best friend. Once Barnaby learns of the abandoned studio and the other puppets’ lifelessness, he assigns himself as Wally’s bodyguard (in a way). He’s not the most sure about Home but the spirit brought him back to life so he can’t complain.

Slowly Wally sews the entire cast together in this order: Poppy, Julie, Sally, Eddie, Frank, then Howdy.

Everyone in the cast doesn’t look the same as they used to, a few of them have replaced eyes, missing parts, a ton of patches and etc.

For some reason the largest Puppets have burn marks on some spots of their fabric: Barnaby, Poppy, Howdy, and Eddie.

Wally had to remove Sally’s back rays seeing as they were too damaged to fix, and Julie had to have her hair cut short due to the damage her hair gained from time and dirt.

(Working on Frank’s and Howdy’s designs ((they’re really hard to draw ;-;)))

Once everyone is fixed and back, they turn the abandoned studio into their own kind of home. However although everyone is enjoying life and being back together, Wally’s interests lead elsewhere.

He’s curious about the outside world, and the studio’s secrets. However unlike everyone he carries the burden of lost memory.

Everyone seems to remember their names and personalities and talents just fine, but Wally? He couldn’t even remember how to paint, which everyone told him was his favorite thing to do. He couldn’t remember his “favorite” hobby, how to do his hair, his favorite color or stories or anything! Sometimes he even forgets his own name…

Which only leads him to question what happened to the studio and why they were abandoned. But that’s when we meet someone who can help him in that task

Darika Collard, a non-binary, puppet enthusiast. They learn of the abandoned studio and a rumor that some of the puppets are still in there, so they decide to check it out not at all expecting to run into Wally.

They wander into his sewing room and they get caught in one of his traps he set for raccoons since one came in and tore up a ton of his fabric.

Once him and Darika are aquatinted and they meet the rest of the cast, Darika asks them what happened to them.

No one knows, or has any memory of the crew or owners of the studio when it was occupied. None of them even know why they were torn.

Darika decides to help them and solve the mystery since she has sources and can interact in the world outside the studio.

Of course Wally joins her in his human disguise (he’s just wearing human clothes and pulls it off) and he helps her solve what happen and slowly reforge his memory.

However the truth that they seek may not be what the main puppet wants to learn of.

And it may just be connected to a certain spirit that only the puppets can see.

Fun facts and more art!

SAN!Wally has a passion for sewing, it’s his favorite thing to do since he can’t paint

He’s also shorter since he had damage to both his legs and lost some cotton so he’s 2ft 10” instead of 3ft

He loves frogs, there’s this one who likes to follow him who he named “Apple”

Don’t make him mess up his stitch when sewing, he will be very angry

He likes climbing on his taller friends since his lost height makes him feel a bit insecure

Everyone gives Wally fangs most of the time, so I wanted to change it up! Julie actually has the viper like fangs, and Wally has rounded fangs.

(Wally has paw feet :D )

(He also has a character ai that I created if you guys wanna check that out)

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I really be out here making a Mayverse with how many different versions there are, whoops, enjoy!

So Canon May the baby girl little daft lil dumb not many powers but full of love

Anti May I'm sad I missed this original trend but here be the girl, she is self confident and only cares about herself spending most of her time in the sky rather than the ground, doesn't forgive humans for what they did to her and has no interest in befriending other twos, cautious paranoid trusts no one. Very incredibly powerful but only for herself struggles to use powers to help others or in a desperate pinch. Just kinda mean

Perfect May, this referring to her not being physically stunted and full access to powers ect she is perfect in the eyes of scientists no mega stone more saturated and vibrant beloved (and full of trauma)

Shadow May! Sneak peak into her end look when I kick my ass into finishing the story, because she accepts the corruption willingly she fucking glows for it literally normally she's dull grey dull freckles dull tail but this willing corrupt state causes her to burn so bright tummy and freckles aglow with sparkles of synergy under her skin

Perfect Shadow, what happens when you take a traumatised xl May and slam her up into a cave ceiling and she gets synergy lodged in her lower back/beginning of tail? This. This happens. Cruel and self serving, her trauma has become somewhat twisted she still wants to be around other twos to have and protect but it's warped causing her to not be the healthiest about it ready to give them her corruption to join her join her so they can't fade and leave her. Her instincts and primal wants are running high, desiring companionship and ready to devour other pokemon for their flesh and life force

Poached, this one was mentioned briefly in a multiverse fic, this May was like canon May once but was captured in a darkball that broke apart her body while warping her stats to max level, the process of forcing her body to it's maximum potential and strength saw altered concentrated Mewtwo cells be placed into the gaps where her body was broken, essentially she had that bone breaking height surgery but it added chunks of new mewtwo segments to her body making her taller and like a normal mewtwo but warping her physically so she looks incredibly strange but is very powerful and it is best to not approach her while she's still in control of the darkball as she can't hear you.

Battle ring is a kind of joke au between me and @xhunterbeatsx where May gets captured and put in a battle ring hence the name but is given synergy iv supplements much like their Syn does to make her more powerful/improve her performance/actually activate her power. Because of the synergy exposure shes started to get a bit of Jekyll and Hyde syndrome with her hand that's starting to be affected by the synergy twitching and moving on its own, she has also gain a more deranged unhinged disposition due to constant beatings in fights and the fact her autonomy is essentially violated over and over as she's forcefully needled to be given the drugs even tho she had tried begging pleading crying for them not to, at this point she's given up trying to stop them and is a bit unhinged with newcomers and dirty lmao she's dusty as I imagine the battle area is like sand/dirt floor

Corrupt Battle is obviously what will eventually become of her, the synergy crystals accumulating under the scar tissue where she's been repeatedly jabbed her hand is still quite Hyde to her Jekyll and probably acts following the synergys command, she's probably a bit more broken now and would let the corruption take over her

And finally Amputee May an au of an alternative au ending that's not canon XD because I got attached. If you've not read the fic or seen the art May gets a huge crystal lodged in her leg and falls to corruption but is saved later by Syn and Darkness but in the meantime her leg below the crystal had become rotten from the wound and lack of blood ect and could've be saved so in the process of deshadowing her she lost her leg, her hues don't fully recover from her corruption either leaving her dull and her freckles ashy and she's understandably quite depressed here for it all, her scelara are slightly grey too to indicate that although she's cursed the corruption still claimed part of her soul

God that was depressing, have an Ourple! Because I wanted to see what she'd look like as a purple mewtwo instead of her usual color, ngl don't lie it as I did only color shift it looks strange but she cute

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi :) I read all of your prompts here and I really love them all! So I was thinking how about and hospital Thenamesh AU? You choose if both are doctors or one of them being a doc and the other one a patient!

Pretty sure you will write something great!

"Just look at them."

"You mean look at Gil."

"I bet when he does CPR their bones are just shattered."

Thena huffs, slapping down the tablet with her charts (that is exactly why they have shock absorbent cases). "Are you going to actually help with the incoming patients?--or would you prefer to stand around them and watch them save lives instead of participating?"

The various interns and a few nurses scurry to cover up their open appraisal of their colleagues. "S-Sorry, Doctor."

Thena just rolls her eyes at them. It's a phenomenon in the ER that the EMTs and paramedics are the desired dating pool for anyone looking. And unfortunately for Thena, her emergency room is the hub for such dating pools. "Tell me what we've got."

"Kid fell off his bike, has a pretty nasty lesion from it," she gets briefed, receiving the necessary information. "He'll live, but we told him to prepare himself mentally to get stitched up."

Thena looks up at Gil as he gives her the lowdown on her patient. Gil is such a softie at heart, and he absolutely has a weakness for kids. She smiles, "did you tell him he was coming to see the scariest trauma specialist in town?"

"Nope, but I did tell him my very good friend Thena would take extra good care of him," Gil beams right in the face of her cynicism and snark with upturned eyes and full cheeks. He leans down to whisper, "especially since one his dads has been panicking the whole way here?"

"I see," Thena nods with a sigh. She's not the best at dealing with those accompanying her patients; she's not exactly known for her bedside manner. "You've talked to them?"

"Tried," Gil shrugs, still walking with her as the young man gets taken down the hall and transferred from his stretcher to a proper bed. "You know how parents can be."

"Yes, I certainly do," Thena mutters, speaking quietly and quickly with Gil as she prepares to deal with her least favourite part of her job. She pulls on a pair of gloves, "but usually your charm is more effective at subduing them before they reach me."

"Maybe I'm losing my touch."

"I doubt it," she gives him a coy little smirk as she sits on her stool and wheels it over to the boy. "Hello, Jack. My name is Thena, I'll be stitching you up tonight."

The kid sniffles a little but nods, putting on a much braver face than one of his fathers.

"Where did that nice paramedic go?" the panicky one asks, his glasses moving on his face as he looks around.

"Gil has to brief the nurse's station on their run and release their equipment so it can be restocked for the next one," Thena answers straightforward as she starts her most basic examination of both Jack and his injury. "How did this happen, hm?"

"Riding around with those hooligans, that's how!"

"Dad," Jack sighs up at his anxious father. He looks at Thena again, "we were taking turns going down the big hill by the old library. I guess I hit a rock or something, and..."

"You know," Thena looks at Jack with the smile Gil tells her is more effective than she thinks it is, "it's a good thing you were wearing a helmet when this happened. Or I'd be stitching up...all this-"

Jack laughs away the rest of his tears as Thena motions to the general vicinity of his head.

"Okay," Thena looks at Jack as she picks up her scissors, "are you ready?"

Jack looks at his parents and their held hands before nodding.

"Sorry," Thena mutters as she cuts his pants at the knee.

"I never liked those jeans anyway."

"Phastos, please," one husband says to the other, who physically zips his lips.

Thena lets out a faint laugh as she knots her line and takes her sutures in hand. "Did Gil tell you about how things work?"

Jack nods, watching her with her hooked needle anxiously.

"Gil told me that he already applied the topical anaesthetic," Thena explains, although she remembers after the fact that she needs to use more everyday terminology. "The numbing cream is going to help with the pain, okay?"

"Okay."

"How's...this?" Thena asks, applying some very light pressure on the cleaned wound's edges.

Jack squirms, "it kind of stings a little, but it's not as bad as I thought it would be."

"It's okay to be scared," Thena says as she makes the first bite and anchors her monofillament. "But this is just going to ensure that your scrape here heals properly."

"Jack, how we doin'?" Gil asks as he rejoins them, leaning over Thena's shoulder as she works. "See?--didn't I tell you she's the coolest doctor in the place?"

"She's pretty cool," Jack concedes, less tense as he looks at Gil instead of at Thena sewing up his shin.

"Gilgamesh, I am trying to work," she says in a light tone, since they both know she could complete Jack's suturing with her eyes closed.

"It's been a quiet night," he shrugs, winking at Jack, who laughs. He looks at his fathers again, one of whom seems to appreciate his sense of humour (the other one is just trying to breathe). "Don't worry, Doctor Thena here is the best at what she does. I trust her with my life."

"Don't let him fool you," Thena murmurs as she throws her next knot, "most of the people I get in here already have the benefit of his care before they even see me. I quite literally couldn't do my job without him."

"Aw, honey," Gil jokes, blushing and pushing his hands into the pockets he's thrown on over his uniform. "You're embarrassing me in front of the patient."

"Was he like this in the ambulance?" Thena peeks up at Jack, who is still laughing at their interaction. She shakes her head, already done with her work. "He's all charming on the way here and then people get scared of me--makes me look bad."

"Come on," he nudges her with his fist within his hoodie pocket. The parents startle a little at the thought of him jostling her when she has a needle in their child's skin. But they also notice in this moment that she's already done and handing her needle back for disposal. "You couldn't look bad if you tried."

Thena rolls her eyes, although she's smiling--she can feel it. It really hurts her reputation of being the 'scary' ER doctor. She looks at Jack, "guess what?"

"What?"

Thena holds up her hands, pulling off her gloves and throwing them away. "I've been done for five minutes already."

"Oh," Jack blinks down at his stitched up leg. He can barely even tell what happened, "whoa."

Gil nods at Jack and rests his pocket on Thena's shoulder, which she swats away gently, "best in the biz."

"Thank you, Doctor," the less nervous father expresses with a winsome smile, gripping his son's shoulder. "You've both made this a much more bearable experience for us."

"That's what he's for."

"That's why she's the best."

Gil and Thena both look at each other for the contrasting statements, although they share the same sentiment, in a way.

"I'll get your paperwork done and then I do believe you can head home," Thena smiles as she stands, her ponytail swinging as she does. She nods at the calmer husband, "your husband deserves to take it easy the rest of the night, I think."

The father smiles at her, "as does yours!"

Thena blushes. She honest-to-god blushes, her hands flailing around in front of her as she tries to form the words. "N-No, h-he's not--we're-"

"If only," Gil just laughs, heading back to the nurse's station with Thena's charts in hand (which he's really not supposed to be doing, but everyone knows that Thena and Gil kind of play it fast and loose with how much he's really allowed to hang around at her side).

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12 with cdream csapnap and cgeorge please

12. “This is going to hurt.” / C!Dteam

tell you what !! this is both gonna hurt c!dteam and me while i write this !! dteam in this au make me so SAD they’re so tragic and i wish them the best (<- and the happy ending they’re not gonna get o7) ESSENTIALLY, in the current canon timeline, c!dteam don’t talk to each other at all. dream is on the run, sapnap hates dream and is leaving his life of crime behind him, and george… well…. we get to george :) this is set in the past when they’re teenagers!! ENJOY

warnings: stitches, implied past violence, language, needles

“This is gonna hurt,” Sapnap cautions, steadying the needle against Dream’s skin and giving his brother a warning look, “just FYI.”

Dream scoffs and spits blood into the sink to hide his trembling hands. “You’re kidding,” he deadpans, “it’s not like you’re stitching up my leg or anything.“

It’s enough to startle a laugh out of George, genuine and surprised, so Dream feels a little better when he sees his best friend grin. “Yeah, Sapnap.” George snips, and Sapnap flips him off without even looking. “You think Dream’s, like, an idiot or something. Like he doesn’t know stitches hurt.”

“I was just saying! You’re assholes.”

The mirror he’s leaning against is cool and a relief on his battered face. Dream closes his eyes, presses the cold metal to his face, lets Sapnap work. Surprisingly enough, so does George. While the needle pulls in and out of Dream’s leg, the three of them lapse into amiable silence, with Dream sitting awkwardly on the bath edge, Sapnap crouched at his thigh, and George perching comfortably between them.

It’s a tight fit, all three of them in the bathroom — Sapnap doesn’t live in a mansion, and rent is expensive enough even for this tiny place — but they make it work. The bathroom is the most secluded area in the apartment, and Dream can swear in pain and George can tell raucous jokes and Sapnap can yell when he drops the needle onto the floor, and complain loudly while getting a new one, and nobody will complain.

And it’s not too bad, with his friends there. Sure, his leg hurts, and Dream knows he’ll be walking awkwardly on it for days to come, but Sapnap’s hands are steady and gentle, and even George doesn’t resort to his usual stream of sarcasm. It’s nice, almost.

“Nice?” George repeats, incredulously. “You had a bit of glass in your leg. You’re so weird.”

“Not nice,” Dream rolls his eyes, “but— I don’t know. Nice to have people that’ll look after me. I don’t know.”

Sapnap scoffs, closing up the last of the wound and knotting the thread expertly. “Dude, you mean having one single person to help. George hasn’t done shit for you today. It’s been me.”

“I was moral support,” George says haughtily, “I detract one eighth of the pain from the situation by being here.”

“One eighth— that’s the stupidest fucking thing I ever heard.”

Dream groans as his friends burst into bickering, but he can’t quite keep the fond smile off his face. Because George and Sapnap are here with him, and when they’re done arguing, they’ll help him back home, make sure the kids that attacked him in the first place don’t try anything again. And they will, but his friends will help. Dream knows it.

So, pressing his head against the mirror in Sapnap’s bathroom, he listens to his friends fight, and feels content.

[quality-on-a-patch-of-awesome]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Picard Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jack Crusher (Star Trek: Picard)/Liam Shaw Characters: Jack Crusher (Star Trek: Picard), Liam Shaw Additional Tags: Blood and Injury, Blood, Stitches, inaccurate medical procedures, Pre-Relationship, Inappropriate Time for Flirting, Alternate Universe, Away Missions Gone Awry, Don't Try This At Home, Liam Shaw Lives, shaw has tattoos, Swearing, actual needle and thread stitches Summary:

"We’re gonna have to do this old school.”

An away mission has gone awry, Shaw is hurt and Jack has to take care of him.