#this just wouldnt leave my mind!!!!!!

[samofmine]

sammy. sam being super sulky and pouty because tonight is prom night!!! but they're leaving, dad already told them they'll be out of town by sunset, but sam was just so excited to go :(

he always heard about proms and how fun they are and how everyone is supposed to attend to one at least once and no he didn't have a date but his classmate (sam's friend??) invited him to go together with a bunch of other guys without dates and sam was just so excited because omg!! they want him to go with them!!! and he tells dean and asks if there's anyway they can leave after prom and dean tries to talk to dad but "we can't waste time with shit like that" is his answer and no amount of tears and puppy looks will get him what he wants this time but at least!! dean gets angry at dad and gives him the silent treatment!! (he learned from the best) and sam is happy to have dean on his side. always always.

so ten hours after they leave town dad finally stops at a motel and locks them in a room while he goes to a bar drink himself to sleep and sam's eyes are swollen with tears but he's soso tired he just wants to take a bath and sleep.

after he spends too long in the shower he gets out of the bathroom already on his pjs and there's a weird unfamiliar slow music on and there's christmas lights hanging on the walls. dean is dressed in an oversized suit sam can tell is not his.

he walks to sammy and sam can tell he's blushing even with the dim lights and he's holding a flower and he smiles sweetly "welcome to prom, sammy" and sam wants to cry again, he takes the flower and hugs dean tight and dean takes his hands and they start slow dancing :( "not a word about this to anyone, you hear me?" dean mumbles shyly and sam nods, nuzzling his face against dean's neck, feeling his hand on his waist, and dean keeps talking to him every now and then saying things "the things i do for you" "i hope this is good enough for you princess" and "i can't believe i'm wearing this stupid suit" but sam is on cloud 9 and doesn't give a shit because dean is holding him and swaying him across the room and he looks beautiful under the christmas lights and he smells like everything sam considers home. "thanks, de" he whispers against his skin.

they settle down on the bed when dean whines about being too tired to continue dancing but sammy doesn't let go of him, clinging to him until they're both lying down, and he listens to dean tell stories about his dates and how he never slow danced before and how sam is his only exception and sam falls asleep like this, with a strange warmth spreading on his chest, hand clutched around dean's loose tie <3

[mipexch]

dinner (?) plans

[carlyraejepsans]

*youth pastor voice* and do you know who is also goofy and a scientist and got isekaid to another dimension?

[funnyscienceman]

atp w the butterfly appearing in places where jayvik isnt even present im just going to go with the premise that the arcane is jayvik and jayvik is the arcane. stable time loop. idfk dude s2 was weird let the gays become the literal fabric of reality or smth

[paradigmrust]

happy april toons

[rhywhitefang]

Vanitas

[truebluemenace]

I don't normally write angst/whump/hurt no comfort like this but the idea wouldn't leave me alone.

Tails has a bad time in this. Sorry

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All things considered, it didn’t take them that long to find Tails. There had been a time, admittedly before the two of them had any other friends, when Eggman had kidnapped Tails for days. It had taken Sonic a long time to even track the man down, let alone break into his base and rescue his friend.

Things were different now. Sonic was stronger. He had friends to back him up.

Sure, maybe the idea of kidnappings was a little more concerning now than it had been before Sonic’s six month… vacation. But what had happened then wouldn’t be repeated.

Especially not with Tails.

He had only been missing for a few hours when they found him. Or, more accurately, Sonic found him. Once he, Knuckles, and Amy had breached Eggman’s base, his friends let him rush off to find Tails without question. They’d stay behind and cover for him if any badniks tried to impede the rescue, but they knew how anxious Sonic was to get to Tails. Trying to keep him from getting there first would not spell out good results for anyone.

The cells were easy to find. Eggman usually built at least one or two into any new bases he developed, and it was simple to locate them if you were familiar with Eggman’s architectural style. They were normally underground and close to the center of the base. All Sonic had to do was find an elevator deep enough in and, sure enough, the cells were just outside of the doors when they opened.

The smell of blood and medical supplies hit his nostrils, and his heart started hammering.

“Tails?” he called out; the closest cell was empty, so he had to move past it to an adjacent one before he was able to catch sight of the fox.

He couldn’t prevent a gasp from escaping at what he saw, eyes going wide as he immediately plucked a quill from his head, plunging it into the lock on the cell with a significant amount of urgency.

Tails was lying in the corner, curled into a ball, trembling. Sonic couldn’t see what the cause was from outside the cell with the way Tails was lying, but he’d also caught the sight of white bandages with splotches of red soaking through.

“Tails, it’s me, I’m gonna get you out,” Sonic spoke as he fussed with the lock. Lock picking was not his specialty, and his inefficiency made his stress increase. He let out a frustrated grunt, kicking the bottom of the door as he kept fiddling with the detached quill in the lock.

The little pile of golden fur began to shift, unrolling from the ball he’d been in to look up. “S-Sonic?”

Tension drained from Sonic’s body at the sound of that voice. If Tails was conscious, everything was so much better than it would be otherwise. “Yeah, bud, it’s me.” He took a moment to pause his lock picking to look over at his little bro, and sucked in a gasp, almost wishing he hadn’t.

There was a haunted look in Tails’ eyes. It was like a shadow had fallen over them, despite the almost too-bright lighting in the cell. He didn’t seem entirely present, either, as if he was in a kind of daze. Any relief Sonic had felt evaporated in an instant. His little bro should not look like that. He dropped his focus back down to his task.

“Just hang on for a minute, I’ve almost got this open…”

“Use two quills.”

Sonic looked back at Tails again. “Huh?”

“Use two quills,” Tails repeated, now starting to shuffle around into a sitting position, back against the cell wall. It let Sonic see that the bandages were wrapped around Tails’ hips, but he couldn’t see more than that. “One to put tension on the lock and the other to move the pins.”

Sonic snapped his fingers. “Thanks, bud! I knew I was forgetting something.” He plucked another quill from his head and got back to work on the lock, noting that Tails didn’t perk up at his lighter tone like he’d hoped. Something was definitely wrong.

The first pin popped into place. Tails would be out soon. “What did Eggman do? How badly are you hurt?” he asked as he kept working away at the lock.

He didn’t expect Tails to whimper. The sound made him freeze. “Tails, bud--” He cut himself off when Tails whimpered again. The kid flinched and squeezed his eyes shut. Okay, this wasn’t good. Sonic focused his full attention on the lock.

After a few more clicks, he was able to turn it and open the door. Immediately he rushed to Tails’ side.

He wasn’t prepared for Tails to cower away from him.

“Hey, buddy, it’s just me,” Sonic said carefully, kneeling down on the floor next to him and holding his hands out. “Whatever Eggman did is over now. I’m getting you out of here.”

Tails shook his head, still not looking up at Sonic, still squeezing his eyes shut.

“At the very least I need to know how hurt you are,” Sonic tried to reason, reaching out a hand. “Can I see—”

“DON’T!”

Not expecting such an outburst, Sonic jumped, startled. Tails’ eyes had flown open and he, somehow, pressed himself further into the corner where he was sitting.

This was not going well.

“Tails, I need—” He cut himself off again when Tails flinched at the sound of his name. Was… was there something wrong with the name? Every once in a while, Sonic would ask his brother if the nickname was still okay, to make sure it wasn’t bringing up bad memories unnecessarily. Every time, Tails insisted that he liked the name, that it was better than “Miles”. But maybe Eggman had done something to change that opinion?

His eyes drifted down to the bandages around Tails’ waist. They were wrapped loosely around the front of his body, in a way that suggested they were simply holding in place the more important bandages on the other side. Tails’ back. Or, more accurately…

“He did something to your tails.” It wasn’t a question. The fox kit was positioned in a way that hid his tails from view. Now that Sonic had put the pieces together, it was obvious.

The whine that Tails let out was enough confirmation he was right.

“C’mon, bud, let me see,” Sonic tried to coax gently, unsurprised when Tails shook his head immediately. He forced himself not to sigh. He understood Tails’ sensitivity about his tails, but in situations like this, it could be a problem. He had to change tactics. “Alright, I don’t have to see right now. But are you too hurt to walk? I need to know if I have to carry you out of here or not.”

Tails just shook his head again.

“No? No what? No, you can’t walk? No, you don’t need to be carried?”

Tails didn’t answer, just sniffled.

It was easy to forget, sometimes, that Tails was just a kid. With how insanely intelligent he was, and how easily he kept up and fit in with his older friends, it wasn’t always obvious just how young he was. But Sonic knew better than anyone that he was just a child still. And on occasion, in rare situations like this one, he had to be treated like the age he was, and not the age he acted.

“Kid, can you look at me?” No reaction. “C’mon, just for a second?”

Two baby blue eyes opened slowly and met Sonic’s. There were emotions there that he couldn’t read, and that scared him. Sonic knew Tails better than anyone else on the planet; it was rare that he wasn’t able to read him flawlessly at this point.

“I’m still not sure what Eggman did to you, but it was bad, wasn’t it?”

Hesitation, then Tails nodded. Gaia, he looked absolutely miserable. Sonic was about ready to track Eggman down and make him pay, but Tails needed him right now. He had to hope that Amy and Knuckles were giving him a bad time for him.

“I’m not sure if you’re more hurt or more scared, but it’s okay to be feeling those things,” Sonic continued. He wasn’t sure if he was getting through to Tails, but he hoped he was. “You’re gonna be okay though. Whatever happened, it’ll be much better once we get out of here, but that means we actually have to get out first. Which is why I need to know if I have to carry you or not.”

Tails held his gaze in silence for a few seconds, biting at his lower lip. Then he turned his head away. The arms wrapped around his torso tightened. “It’s not gonna get better.”

Oh, Sonic’s heart could break at that. What the hell did Eggman do to his little brother in such a short amount of time to break his spirit like this? “Yeah it will, li’l bro, you’ll see—”

“No it won’t!” Tails didn’t yell as loudly this time, but it still startled Sonic. “You can’t say that, you don’t even… you don’t know what he…” The kid’s breathing started to accelerate, the signs of panic evident. Sonic was completely messing this up.

“Tails,” he said, wincing as he caught the flinch at the name again. “Please just let me help you get out of here. Whatever happened, we can find a way to fix it once we’re safe.”

Tails shook his head again. “It can’t be fixed,” he insisted, voice wavering.

“I doubt that’s true—”

“It can’t. It can’t.”

“Bud—”

“He took it.”

Sonic froze. “...What?”

Tails sniffled. “It’s… he…”

Realization dawned on Sonic like a bucket of ice water being poured over him. He pleaded to every god out there that what he was putting together was wrong.

“Your tails…” Sonic said, feeling like he was going to be sick.

Suddenly, Tails lunged forward and wrapped his arms tight around Sonic, burying his face in Sonic’s chest and letting out a wail. His entire body was shuddering with the force of his sobbing, the wetness of his tears soaking through Sonic’s fur in only a few seconds.

He wrapped his arms tight around his little brother, rubbing his back in a way that he hoped was soothing, gently shushing him and instructing him to breathe. But Sonic felt like he might need someone to console him, too, because he now had a clear look at what had happened.

At the base of Tails’ spine, there were bandages with just enough blood soaking through to be of note. They would have to be changed as soon as they could.

Because where there should be two tails, now sat only one.

[fukirvana]

domain expansion: trial of trinity

[qoldenskies]

I was reading back through caged lungs and I realized just how many times Donnie got hit in the head during the last fight and how hard, no wonder Leo is concerned about brain damage.

Also, when Donnie goes to see April at the end of chapter 2, is he just dissociating really hard or is that an actual physical symptom from the…everything really!

not to mention the oxygen deprivation with raph throttling him! the last fight is so visceral and nasty and it was the final nail in the coffin when it came to donnie's issues physically and mentally, because although he would have been terrified of them regardless i dont think it wouldve been "inconsolable screaming heap at the sound of raph's voice" like it was in the early bit of CW.

and id mark that as dissociation personally. the second he registered as being in relative safety he kind of shut down because he wasn't able to process it, which had kind of been a running coping mechanism through the last month or so of CL. MIND YOU: IT IS NOT HELPED ALONG BY THE BRAIN FOG CAUSED BY HIS TIME IN ISOLATION, its a nasty concoction of problems. and also yeah physical exhaustion definitely doesnt help! he ran all the way to april's apartment while actively starving, after all.

although itll get better after [REDACTED PLOT THREAD] is handled, i think dissociation is gonna be something donnie will be dealing with for years, because spending four days in a quiet, enclosed dark space has some extremely messed up consequences for your brain and body. it was also in general something he used to cope under the abuse, so i could see him having issues with it when he's not in his right mind (sick or sleep-deprived, for example), i could see him regressing back to that old mindset when something like that happens. his perception of reality is permanently a little fucked :(

[pienhime]

seeing posers complain ab the midnight melokuro collection being named lolita collection at hot topic is equal parts hilarious and infuriating tbh

like the collection was marketed as being lolita themed in japan, theyre literally wearing lolita, and sure it ended up popular w jirai girls but its a lolita collection

its not "jIrAi KeI eRaSuRe" or "aBlEiSt" or "GiRlY kEi PrOpAgAnDa" (lmao what?), its using the name of the fashion the characters r wearing? ofc theyre not gonna call it midnight melokuro, think ab ur average alt tween/teen whos sanrio + jfash knowledge and collection comes from westeen pop culture. when browsing for things to buy, are they gonna be searching the word midnight? no theyre gonna be searching lolita, the most well known jfashion in the west.

stop harassing barely paid mall employees bc ur ass doesnt understand the difference between the jirai kei subculture and anything pink x black

[chai-en-kaadhale]

godawful orv animation

[deoidesign]

hiii i just read your tags on the previous anon's ask and laughed out loud <333

if adam and steve were in veggietales what kind of vegetables and/or fruits would they be? 😌💕

adam would be an asparagus, and steve would be a celery. but one of the shorter ones of course.

Easiest question in the world. I'm doing such a good job at this

[montied]

at least if she does go through with it i can just go to seymour and no-one will know. what're they gonna do about it

[puppppppppy]

who up seeing their disorder in a fictional character but feel like its not their place to put a name on it

[mephiles-the-jester]

thinking again,,

[fruitybashir]

Heyyy🌟

Are you planning to write a new bokris story (completely unrelated to holidate)?

hiiiiii technically yes, but its probably not gonna be the next thing <3

again, i dont really have a schedule for what comes next, im kinda going with what im feeling like writing the most atm

so the next thing is either gonna be another bokris, jankris (both related to holidate) or unrelated to holidate bojance but we'll see! i dont have concrete plans right now