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[rocicrew]

So you so nailed the Amos & Holden voices in the 4x08 prompt I’m here to ask for more please! #17 I can’t sleep, can I stay here and or #18 It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep.

Angst/fluff Prompt List, accepting

Insomnia had a steady presence in the course of Holden's adult life. It'd happened back when he was living on Earth but rarer. The manual labor helped knock him out in his teens and on the occasions it didn't, he was content to pick up a book and get whatever reading he hadn't had the chance to during the day. As responsibility grew, novels gave their way to briefs, court hearings, and land ownership law. Usually, he was able to make it back to bed to get a couple hours of sleep in, but one day, Mother Elise had found him asleep on the desk with the papers sprawled under his head. They never spoke of it. Two months later, she told him to go and not come back.

Then came the Navy. The drills and training helped a lot, but after making it as a lieutenant he had a few sleepless nights here and there thinking of everything he saw and heard on deck. How they viewed their job, their power, Mars, and the Belt. It hadn't been something he expected.

It'd made sense at first to join. Prove that he could win a battle, even if it wasn't the one he was raised to fight. After being dishonorably discharged, the sleepless nights grew in number. At first, it was that ship keeping him awake. The one he didn't shoot, but couldn't save either. People, children, floating to space because his superiors were on a power trip. He wanted nothing to do with it.

So he run.

The next decade blurred into the same kind of routine. Casually sleeping with people, drinking but not getting too drunk with people that he knew but didn't actually know, and laying in his bunk counting screws on the metal structures above. Drifting through ships and hopping on the next when responsibility came knocking. Just existing.

He failed at everything he tried to make a difference to. It wouldn't have been wise to try something again. Instead, he got to know people and places whose faces would drift by whenever he couldn't sleep.

He tried to help again, during one night he couldn't sleep, and fell right into an interplanetary war.

The Roci was no different. It was different, but it didn't stop insomnia from coming back like an old friend. After Eros, it was nightmares that kept him awake. But then, he could turn on his other side, bury his face in the crook of Naomi's neck, and breathe her in to soothe his racing heart. Whether or not he was able to fall asleep after that didn't matter. It was a peace that'd been hard to come by lately.

Now Naomi wasn't here anymore. And their, his cabin now, only made it worse.

He ruined that, too.

So, the galley it was. A fresh cup of coffee in his hands; hot, bitter, and comforting on his tongue. He wouldn't be getting any sleep with the additional dose of caffeine, but he wasn't going to be getting that rest tonight anyway.

The next stop was the Ops deck. He might as well be getting some chunk of work done if he was going to be keeping himself awake.

"It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?" a voice suddenly asked as soon as he climbed up the ladder.

Holden faltered, trying to steady himself and the cup of coffee in his hands.

"Jesus, Amos," he exhaled as he tried to compose himself when he stepped onto the deck. "Thought you'd be at the machine shop."

That was a better excuse than I'd forgotten whose turn it was to keep watch. He was the Captain, and that was on his list of responsibilities.

If he didn't know any better, he'd say Amos looked apologetic. But he didn’t mention that. He only rounded up the crash couch and sat on the one next to the mechanic.

"I can’t sleep," he grunted, taping the edge of his bulb. "Can I stay here?"

"Whatever, Cap. It's your ship," Amos casually replied.

"Our ship," Holden corrected even if he understood Amos didn't exactly mean it that way.

One ship. Four owners, three crewmen, two governments up their asses, and one court order that would empty whatever money they'd been paid by Fred or Avasarala in the meantime.

Except it wouldn't even be their ship anymore. Mars would take it unless they found a way to keep paying the legal fees. Transport jobs would be enough for a little bit, but unless they found another legitimate source of income, they'd have to say goodbye to their home.

An empty laugh coursed through him at the irony of the situation.

Amos looked confused, and he couldn't blame him. Holden just shook his head to let him know he hadn't misunderstood anything. "Nothing, I was just thinking," Holden said. "My parents always prepared me to fight for our farm. I never imagined, after I left, that I'd have to do it for our home."

He exhaled, deflating, and fell back on the couch. The farm was a losing battle. Would the Roci be the same? A couple of owners were no match against a government. It really was the same. He closed his eyes and tried not to imagine them falling from his hands like live soil. He failed.

"So? We'll fight who we need to fight. It's not our first time against Mickies," Amos deadpanned.

A smile spread through his lips. The tiniest bit of weight lifting from his sour mood. If anything else failed, he could rely on Amos' ability to face a problem head-on.

"Unless someone decides to gift us a shit ton of money, we're screwed," he explained.

"Would've guessed saving the solar system paid more."

Holden chuckled at that. As if.

A beat passed when neither of them talked. Holden turned to look at him while taking a sip from his drink. Amos wasn't looking at him but he could tell he was trying to work something out.

When he finally did, he spoke. "That's what you've been losing sleep over?"

No, was the immediate answer, but it would be a lie. Or at least, it would be a half-truth. There were other reasons, further up his list from everything that'd happened lately that kept him up, but Mars trying to take back the ship was included.

"What can we do?" Amos asked instead, trying to figure out if there was a practical course of action.

"I don't know. But I don't see any way we can keep the ship and not draw attention." Holden grimaced as he spoke. It might save the ship, but it wasn't a solution he necessarily wanted to take.

"That journalist you were saying?"

"Yeah," he confirmed. "They'll pay us good money to be on board. Maybe enough to keep the ship and share some four ways."

Amos adverted his gaze at that. Right, Naomi was a difficult topic still. It was for him, too. Her absence affected him more than he wanted to say. However, this way, at least, he could show her she had a home for her to come back to. When she wanted to. If she wanted to.

"But we'll be having some strangers filming us all the time, I can't ask you to do that." Nothing that major would be offered without downsides. He'd talked about it with Alex, and the pilot had agreed to quote on quote 'keep his girl'. But Amos might be even less enthusiastic than him at the prospect of strangers poking into their business and being in the spotlight.

Amos didn't say any of that. He just asked. "When?"

"We have a large window to reply." From what Holden could tell, they wouldn't be taking back their offer any time soon, "And some time until our money runs out."

"Right, so get some rest. Worry about it, later."

Yeah, that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

"That ship has sailed," he grunted, leaning back on the couch again.

He hadn't yet found the trick of putting his worries on the back burner. Sometimes, he envied how the mechanic didn't seem to worry about anything. But then he thought about it in more detail, and it just made him sad. Nevertheless, he appreciated the straightforward advice Amos provided since they'd gotten close. At the very least, it helped take some of the edge off and break the looping pattern of worrying thoughts, even if the worry never truly faded.

Getting lost in those thoughts, he didn't notice Amos squirming in his seat. It was only his voice that pulled him out of it.

"Look, I know I'm not the first person you'd come for this," Holden opened his mouth as if to object, but Amos didn't let him. They both knew the truth, anyway. "But you can - I dunno, talk to me if you need to, and I can listen."

"You're plenty of help, Amos," Holden tried to console, but the words brought a smile to his lips. He meant it. There were countless practical ways he had been helpful even if they usually veered towards violent solutions to their problems. And he knew that what he said now wasn't easy for him.

"Sure," Amos dismissed.

Holden wasn't going to let him think he didn't acknowledge the help. Quite the opposite, he treasured it.

"No, I- this helps. I tend to look too into things, and you always..."

"Remind you you're not that important?" Amos finished the sentence for him. It wasn't too far off from what he wanted to say.

He laughed and then continued because it needed to be said out loud. 

"Yeah. I appreciate it, you know."

"'Kay, Cap," Amos stood, walked close to him, and plucked the bulb from his hand. Before Holden had time to protest the loss of his precious coffee, he spoke. "If you're going to get all sappy on me, we need something stronger."

If Holden guessed, he'd say that was only half a reason, but the objection died on his lips. When Amos returned, he was balancing two bulbs and a bottle that contained a dark brownish hue.

He accepted his cup back and took a swing of the liquid inside, which sent him into a coughing fit. "God Amos, what's in that?"

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to."

With half a mind, he hoped Amos was teasing him, or at least that's what he told himself to keep drinking from the cup. Once he got some of that initial flavor down, it wasn't that bad, and it might actually do the trick of knocking him right out later in the night cycle.

For now, it was enough to share the bottle with Amos and talk about whatever mindless thing he could think of. No politics and war and stress about the future. Just here and now.

When Amos leaned towards him in the middle of their conversation, looking like he wanted to ask something, he stopped speaking to let him know he could. He just never expected that would be the topic he'd remember from their earlier conversation.

"So, when you said farm... You meant like chickens and shit?"

Yeah, it was going to be a long night. But Holden wasn't upset about it anymore.

[paintedcrows]

Assorted Gravity Falls doodles!

[0vergrowngraveyard]

gift for @donelywell 🩵

(au: roadtrip)

[benoits-neckerchieves]

Guyssss more new pics ‼️

Daniel Craig as Benoit Blanc on the set of Wake Up Dead Man (via @ springhousese on Twitter / X).

[harrowharkwife]

i'm so used to there just being random unidentified bones laying around everywhere in these damn books that it finally occurred to me, just now, to wonder where the bones on new rho came from. y'know, the bones palamedes always tried to teach nona necromancy on.

they're his.

palamedes, who always loved teaching, living on borrowed time in a body that's not his own. palamedes, mentoring, teaching- parenting, by sixth standards, mind you. and that boy is sixth, through and through.

and the entire point of teaching nona necromancy in the first place was to try and determine if nona is, well, nonagesimus, right? so it has to be bones, it can't not be bones. bones are, like, her whole thing.

but they're not in the nine houses, anymore. things are different, on new rho.

they burn bones here. dig up the cemeteries. a society terrified of zombies will evolve to dispose of its dead differently.

the only bones he has access to now are his own. (camilla wouldn't let anyone take them- skull or hand, doesn't matter. they're still him, and she doesn't let go, remember? it's her one thing.)

palamedes woke up every morning wearing someone else's body to then gently place the shrapnel of his own in the cupped palms of a girl who's the closest thing he'll ever have to a daughter and try to teach her- how did the angel put it, again? normal school, as much as possible, for as long as possible.

(but hey, in a roundabout way, at least it's a chance for him to touch camilla again, right? nevermind that she's not there to feel any of it because he's in the driver's seat, that he can only stay for fifteen minutes at a time. it's atoms that belong to camilla touching atoms that used to belong to him, and that's close enough. he'll take what he can get, these days- if she can be their flesh, he can be the end. so what if holding his own bones is a mindfuck? so what if looking at them makes him nauseous? surely he can suck it up and deal with it for fifteen minutes. it's the least he can do— his poor camilla was the one who had to scrape the bloody pulp of them off the floors of canaan house.)

(speaking of, here's a fun fact: we actually only see nona practicing with the bones one time, on-page. camilla's final line in that scene, before palamedes takes over, is none other than: 'keep going. there are some bones left.' ow!)

remember, too, that the only part of dulcinea, the real dulcinea, that palamedes ever physically touched, was her tooth- the one that ianthe gave him, pulled from the ashes cytherea burnt her down to. he only ever touched dulcie once, and it wasn't until after she was already gone, but that doesn't matter- it still happened, and you can't take loved away.

in this same roundabout, bittersweet, by-proxy sort of way, palamedes has been physically touched by nona, too: the atoms she currently occupies, touching atoms that he used to occupy, and never will again.

the main interaction we've seen between palamedes and his mother took place back on the sixth, with her acting as mentor and him as pupil: the two of them studying a set of hand bones, juno encouraging him every step of the way.

we know that harrowhark's "most vivid memory of her mother was of her hands guiding harrow's over an inexpertly rendered portion of skull, her fingers encircling the fat baby bracelets of harrow's wrists, tightening this cuff to indicate correct technique."

they're still small for a nineteen year old, but the wrists are bigger, in this new set of memories nona's making. and it's not an inexpertly rendered portion of skull anymore- it's a hand, now, albeit one crafted from [a piece of skull reassembled (painstakingly—passionately—laboriously reassembled) from fragments, manually, and not by a bone magician, from the skull of someone who, soon after death or symptomatically during, had exploded.] and the identity and origin of these bones is no mystery at all. they belong to palamedes, and he's consented to their use for this purpose, and that matters.

but the details are just set dressing, really. the foundation of the memory is the same.

palamedes and his mother, juno and her son.

harrow and her mother; pelleamena and her daughter.

nona and her father-mother-teacher; palamedes and his daughter.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 277

Danny would be pouting, but this? This is actually kind of hilarious. He’d be laughing his ass off if he could, but allows himself to shriek excitedly around the binky in his mouth. Jordan on the other hand has no such thing stopping him, letting out his own toddler cackle as something bursts into flames. 

Their current caretaker- Clockwork’s nephew apparently, who is on babysitting duty for the next couple of decades- coos, and then they’re off again. Someone had apparently wanted their sort-of-Fraid-member to go to a meeting despite him informing them he’d be unavailable.

So of course he- and the three of them and Ms. Teekl the cat- just had to set the whole place on fire. You honestly can’t be that rude! It’s like, not exactly maternity leave, but something similar- don’t make fun of him he’s stuck with a toddler-brain right now! 

(All three of them would’ve had completely toddler minds if not for the fact that they were partially made from ectoplasm) 

Really, it was perfectly normal for them to set the building aflame and disappear into another dimension, even if maybe not for humans. Everyone knew you didn’t try to mess with a nesting Realms being! Especially if they weren’t fully Fraid yet. Honestly it’s all the idiots’ fault. 

[bevirspnsblmnt]

when you just finished fkng on top of a grave, but you have feelings you gotta sort out (they're just nekkie, but since I dont know the state of tmblr cens0rship - and I had drawings flagged where people were fully dressed before) you get the white halo of doom - but you can see the full pages on my twitter!! I drew some nice butts so pls check them out :3c)

[sporeclan]

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Yet another just generally bad time for all of SporeClan :')

[nelo0wesker]

Request List!

(Yall can keep requesting! Father and son bonding, Armando X reader, mother and son bonding, just Armando, bad boys 3 and 4.)

1. Who is she? -Armando X Reader (Finished)

2. I got you -father and son bonding- (Finished)

3. First Time? -Armando X Reader (Finished) +18

4. Will she like me? -Armando X Reader (Finished)

5. Bonding? -Armando X Reader, father and son bonding- (Finished)

6. Your Married? -Armando X Reader, shocking- (WIP)

7. You really never done this before? -Armando X Reader- (HS) +18

8. Not enough -Armando X Reader- (HS) +18

9. Grieving -Armando X reader, comfort, father and son- (Finished)

10. I’m coming -Armando X reader, father and son, reveal- (HS) [Bad Boys Ride or Die]

11. Who is she? -Armando X reader, enemies to lovers- (finished) Part 2

12. Jealously -Armando X reader- (HS)

13. I’m a grandpa? -Armando X reader, father and son bonding, surprised- (HS) +18

14. Jail Break part 2 -Armando x reader-

15. Matching Tattoos! -Jacob X reader- (HS)

16. You’re stuck with me forever -Armando x reader, attempt breakup- (finished)

17. Does she like me? Part 2 -Armando x reader- (HS)

18. Baby -Justin X reader- (HS)

19. Yeah we’re married -Armando x reader- (HS) [Bad Boys Ride or Die]

20. Who the hell are you?! -Micheal x reader- (HS)

21. Tie me up? -Micheal x reader-

[skimmingmilk]

*Spoilers for the end of Sonic 3 (2024)* Tails had seen that look before. He knew what it meant. Rejection. He'd almost let himself forget. Almost didn't have to remember. Every day since he'd come to this planet, the memory faded a little bit more. Even if it would always be there, it couldn't share the spotlight when the intoxicating feelings that came with living in this place, in that house, with that family overwhelmed him with their potency. It had all been so bright… so warm… There was no warmth in Maddie's eyes when she looked back at him. She looked at him like he was a stranger. - A post-Sonic 3 movie fic based on the last look Maddie gives them before they go to stop the Eclipse Cannon and what it means to Tails in particular. Lucky for him he has two big brothers always looking out for him.

Risking Rejection (For a Chance at Acceptance)

Tails had seen that look before. He knew what it meant.

Rejection.

"Freak!"

He'd almost let himself forget. Almost didn't have to remember. Every day since he'd come to this planet, the memory faded a little bit more. Even if it would always be there, it couldn't share the spotlight when the intoxicating feelings that came with living in this place, in that house, with that family overwhelmed him with their potency. It had all been so bright… so warm…

There was no warmth in Maddie's eyes when she looked back at him.She looked at him like he was a stranger.

"That thing is not my son!"

She'd never asked for this. For them. For him.

Especially him.

This had all been Tails's plan, after all. Tails's gadgets that got them into G.U.N. Headquarters. Tails's gadgets that failed to get them out. Tails's gadgets that got Tom…

That got him…

…hurt.

"Get it out of the village! It's not what we need!"

Not what we need. Not what we need.

"—'s not what I need."

Tails flinched as Sonic's cold voice swept through him like the most brutal winter wind. He'd only wanted to help.

He knew Sonic knew what it was like to be alone—they all did, all three of them—but he didn't know if Sonic had ever faced that look of rejection. The distant dismissal. The regret of ever knowing them at all.

He couldn't imagine he had when Tails thought of the bright light in Maddie's eyes when she laughed at their dinner table shenanigans. Or the warmth in them when she tucked each of them into bed and pressed her lips to their foreheads, as if to say, "I'm here. You're safe. You're not alone anymore."

Without any words at all.

She moved her hand out of his reach when Tails tried to hold it before the medics wheeled Tom away.

He'd only wanted to give her the same feeling, remind her that she wasn't alone either. But she didn't want it. Not from him. It wasn't good enough if it came from him.

And now Sonic didn't want him either.

His first friend… his best friend. His big brother—

The ambulance doors had shut with an empty stare.

The ring portal had closed with a disgusted glare.

And they were gone.

[Continue at AO3]

[t1oui]

i will never tire of thinking about lily evans who doesn't really know james potter. lily who thinks he's just outgoing and dumb but who finds herself competing with him in every class. lily who's so used to him joking that she thinks he's making fun of her when he asks if she's okay. lily who ends up realizing too late that he was being genuine and pushing him away. (he comes back eventually. he never could stay away from her for long.)

[ficsinhistory]

I'm begging Paramount at this point, but I need Amy and Tails' siblinghood. I just know these two are going to be a completely chaotic duo. That fox is going to be this girl's favorite brother, I just know it.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

See, I think Charles’ annoyance and frustration with the Cat King really was just pure protectiveness and not any kind of jealousy - it’s understandable, because Edwin is not telling him what happened even though something clearly did, which is not typical for them. Edwin doesn’t usually hide things like this! Of course he’s worried!

Charles’ reaction to Monty, on the other hand, is difficult to explain in a way that isn’t jealousy. You could say he’s being protective again, but Charles shows no sign of distrust in Monty, and had no idea of who Monty was or that he might betray them - he was actually very chill with him, except in a select few specific scenes. You could say he just doesn’t like him because he got brushed off during their first meeting, but not only does that not seem like Charles at all, it also doesn’t make sense, since, again, in most instances, Charles is genuinely friendly and is happy when Monty compliments him and seems to have come around to liking him (it completely flies over his head that this is a petty jab at Edwin on Monty’s part but oh well hahaha). You could say it changes up their status quo a bit and that bothers Charles. I do think this bothers him a bit, but I think, unlike Edwin, Charles’ fear and frustration here is directed more at situations (the Cat King whisking him away for several hours, as an example) than others. He’s sociable and likes being able to talk to new people. There’s absolutely no way he’d begrudge Edwin doing the same - and he doesn’t… with Niko. Edwin and Niko hit it off and become very close and that never bothers Charles at all. He’s incredibly endeared to her, just like the rest, and for the most part, he’s chill with Monty too, and smiles pretty knowingly when Edwin confesses to him having awakened some feelings. The only exceptions, where he shows definite annoyance, are when Monty first shows up and gets really in Edwin’s personal space to show him the astrology chart he made, and when Edwin is so sucked into the book Monty gave him that he doesn’t hear that Charles is talking to him, to which he annoyedly says that they seem to have been “spending a lot of time together”.

You could say he’s unused to having anyone get in Edwin’s personal space like that, but, again, Niko. She’s very tactile with him and he doesn’t seem to mind all that much; they spend time together watching things. If it was just someone getting close with Edwin in general, not only would that be weirdly possessive for the character, but it would also mean he would show discomfort with anyone getting close, I think. Does Charles see Monty as more of a potential threat than Niko, seeing as he knows her and her personality and doesn’t know Monty? Well, maybe, but again, Charles shows no sign of distrusting Monty at all.

Monty is a boy. Okay. So something about seeing Edwin so close to a boy that is not him, getting lost in thought over something this boy gave him, really rubs Charles the wrong way. Charles appears to catch on just as quickly as anyone else that there is something (or it looks like something) between Edwin and Monty. He is not surprised when Edwin comes out to him in episode 6, and in fact, seems to have just been waiting for him to verbalize it. He smiles and is not bothered at all by Edwin showing (what he thinks is) a romantic interest in Monty - he just doesn’t like it when Monty clearly shows a romantic interest in Edwin. Um. Well. Well.

Charles is jealous. I really don’t know what else to say.

Look, when I first watched this show, I actually didn’t want them to end up together romantically - I love the idea of one having fallen in love with another who does not reciprocate and the two of them still loving each other just as much. That Edwin’s confession made them closer instead of making things awkward is such a beautiful outcome to this build up and I absolutely love it. However. On my two rewatches, I caught a lot more little details, and I think it would be very strange if the show did not follow up on this. That, plus the deliberate quality of these “jealousy” moments where the camera focuses on him, Charles’ Orpheus coding throughout the show, the fact that Edwin’s arc was far more about realizing his feelings for Charles specifically than just coming to terms with his sexuality, and that even the actors admit that Charles’ response to the confession kind of left things open, it really seems to me like the path leads to a romantic endgame for them, or at the very least, that this possibility will be explored in more depth.

**This is just my reading of it. Please do not use this post as a gotcha for anyone who loves them as a platonic duo or people who really love Crystal and Charles together (because let’s face it, they’re super cute too). I’m just doing my rambles. As per usual.

[cicerfics]

Stolen from reddit because I couldn't help it. This is just so Q-core it hurts.

[benoits-neckerchieves]

Oh my god !!!!!

Well that explains this then

[quadrantadvisor]

I think Tim Drake deserves a villain arc. As a treat. Just like a little one, to get it out of his system.

Option 1: Tim hunts down the dregs of the League of Assassins, bends them to his will through money and influence, and starts building his own ninja army. This utilizes his management and organizational skills. If Jason is allowed to have a gang, its only fair Tim gets one, too. This would be terrifying and have lasting impacts on the world villain economy.

Option 2: Literally just Teen Titans Red X. Here he's using self sufficiency and stealth skills. Much more of a loner villain arc, just striking out for a little while and finding himself. Also maybe doing some actual Robin-hood-ing and stealing from the rich. It could be fun. And it fits his theme!