#this man really needs a hug

[fandomkid101]

Owen Gubberson was dead.

In the Physical sense, he was dead. But Mortimer knew better. Having spent so many years of having his soul moved into different bodies against his will, Owen came to realise that he would never be able change the outcome of what he did that night; he finally did what Mortimer wanted. Owen gave himself to the puppets and accepted them as their creator; not before making Scout without their knowledge of her purpose.

Owen had no way of knowing what Mortimer was capable of when it came to ironic punishment and torture. Owen did not know what became of his original body. He thought Mortimer would have just disposed of it like it was garbage. What the mad puppet had done to Owens real body was downright horrifying.

Mortimer had Owen original body cut in half from the waist down; turning the upper half into a lifeless husk like a petrified mummy. Upon closer inspection, Owen realised what Mortimer had done.

Owen: Y-you turned my real body into a puppet?

Mortimer: Do you like it? Now you’re less man and more puppet!

Owen:... I don’t understand.

Mortimer: Well, father. I came to the realization that human bodies don’t last forever. And I tell you that preserving yours was quite the endeavour.

Owen: Why would you preserve my body like this? I’ve accepted you and the others as your father; what more is there?

Mortimer:*starts to chuckle evilly* Well, I don’t want you die in a mortal shell... I’d rather you be trapped in a prison and subjected to A STILL AND UNMOVING HELL!

With that, Mortimer used a spell he memorized from the book of Ennioch and sealed Owens soul inside his own corpse; dooming him to unending hell where he could never move or speak a word. He could only watch and listen to the things happening around him.

Time came to a standstill for Owen. He lost track of days, months, years. But he could feel his prison rotting as time went; feeling like his mind was decaying along side it. But one night out of nowhere, the feeling of rotting and decaying cake to a stop. He could suddenly feel other things like breathing, heart pounding and he could move his eyes. He looked down not to see the hands of a decaying corpse; the hands of a living being. Owen could swear that he almost had a stroke when he came to the realization that somehow, he was once again in a live human body.

Louise calms the man down and explains to him what was happening (the puppets taking on human bodies and leaving Mortimer behind); making him realise how long he was trapped inside his own corpse and how it has actually been nearly forty years since that night he saved Harper.

After Louise is unfortunately captured to be turned into a premature host (this would actually kill her and Mortimer and the others know this) and being cornered by Mortimer and his sock puppet lackies, Owen comes to the defence of Nick, Riley, and Daisy; knowing what the old puppet has been doing and how he has been treating them.

Owen: I know what you’ve been doing to them, Mortimer! I’ve seen and heard everything! And it stops right now!

Mortimer: Father; you’ve suddenly become quite brave. Just what exactly are you trying to save? Them? You’ve previously made it clear that for them you don’t care. Did the guilt of being an effortless father become too much to bear?

Owen: *keeps the other puppets behind him as he stands his ground* No. We all just want to see you burn like the rotten piece of wood that you are.

A fight brakes between the now human puppets and the sock puppets; thankfully with no casualties on Owens side while the resurrected creator goes to save Louise before she is turned into another host for a puppet. Using the rusty blade and handle of an old paper guillotine that was left lying around, Owen makes it to his old office in time to see Mortimer performing the ritual to bind Louise with a sock puppet; quickly realising it was close to the end. Owen acts quickly and charges at Mortimer with the paper guillotine in hand; swinging with surprising brute force as he brought the blade down between Mortimer and his own host.

After a moment of sudden and eerie silence, Mortimer and his host fall to the floor with the arm still attached to Mortimer. The mindless and hollowed host lays still on the floor as they bleed out while Mortimer seems to lose consciousness. The other puppets arrive in time to see the aftermath as Louise throws the sock puppet off her hand and thanks Owen for saving her. Thinking that Mortimer is definitely dead after being cut off from his host; Owen tries to leave with everyone else. But is stopped and tripped over when Mortimer wakes up and grabs his creator by the ankle; speaking in a demonic voice as he threatened him and clawed at him.

Mortimer: YOU BLOODY LOUT! I'LL CUT OUT YOUR INERDS AND RIP YOUR THROAT OUT!

Owen: NOT BEFORE YOU BURN IN HELL!

Overcoming his twisted creation, Owen stood back up as Mortimer attempted to strangle him; managing to get the upper hand on Mortimer and throwing him into the same furnace he used to burn the pages all those years ago. The other puppets cover their ears and look away from the sight as Mortimer screams in pure agony; swearing a curse on all of them for being traitors.

Now with Mortimer gone (as far as they know), Owen and the human puppets are now free to leave the studio; but with nowhere to go. Louise says that they could come and stay at her house; saying she at least owned Owen for saving her life.

After a long walk and a bus trip, the group makes it to Louises' house where her mother is calling the police to report her daughter missing. One tearful reunion between mother and daughter later, Owen realises who this woman is. Scout Harper.

Harper: This can’t be real... How are you even alive, Owen? I thought you were dead this whole time. I thought Mortimer and the other puppets killed you.

Owen: ...It's hard to explain.

Louise attempts to explain what has happened to her in the last 16 hours, from the three puppets, the soul transfer ritual, Owen being trapped inside his dead body all the way to Mortimer being killed off in a furnace; trying to get her mother to let the group stay with and help them learn what it means to be human. Harper only agrees on the terms that if the puppet do anything to hurt or kill them, they will get thrown out.

While Owen was a human to start off with, he has just as much trouble adjusting to his new found life (man from the eighties finds out about the 2010’s and becomes very confused) just as Nick, Riley and Daisy have trouble adjusting to being humans. The events of what happened that night tend to keep him up at night. But the fact that Harper made it out alive and got to live out her life bring him some peace of mind.

Owen decided to avoid anything to do with making puppets; thinking that he might somehow cause some horrible demonic things to happen again or get someone killed. While he has trouble finding himself a hobby outside of puppetry, the resurrected man becomes interested in gardening and flowers; planting a rose bush and some lily’s etc. He becomes a bit of a guide to the puppets; teaching them about certain topics and listening to them when they need to vent and talk about their emotional struggles. While he does not really want to admit it, he wants to be a better father figure then his own father was to him and he definitely wants to be a positive role model to the puppets; thinking that Mortimer set the bar pretty low for that.

But Owens resurrection did not come without setbacks. Some nights, he loses sleep due to frequent nightmares about his time trapped in his original body after what Mortimer did to him and he developed a fear of tight spaces. Harper helped him with this by teaching him breathing exercises and mindful meditation to help him stay calm in times where his anxiety goes up.

 Yes, I decided to make Owen alive for this AU because I can.

[risibledeer]

hugs, all of joel's soulmates, lizzie, grian and eefo lol

Psst reqs are open, ik I draw a lot of Joel but i like drawing most hermipires so feel free ti ask, if uf like to

[archivewriter1ont]

I like to think this scene is the moment Crosshair decided they were keeping the reg (not Hunter -- Crosshair. Because he's the baby brother and he gets what he wants). Crosshair is highly skilled and extremely irritating at times but he values loyalty, competency, and valor, and I think he saw all three in Echo right off the bat.

Crosshair was kind of the one who stuck beside Echo and General Skywalker during this arc. (I would like to point out that he shot threats off of Mr. The-Chosen-One twice in these episodes, thus proving his cool factor and my belief that Anakin was always slightly overrated.) He got a front-row seat to watch this broken, malnourished POW get jerked straight out of cryo just to 1) goof off and snark to his captain and general, 2) jump on a living dragon thing and just wing it like "Sure I can fly this why not" and 3) start popping airborne droids with ZERO armor and a borrowed (stolen?) blaster.

Of course Crosshair looked at Echo, then to his brothers, then back to Echo and went "He's ours now, deal with it." Echo reminded him so much of himself and his squadmates that he imprinted on sight.

[hey-hey-j]

(sort of a companion piece to this)

older brother instinct

(★ my Kofi)

[momomallowart]

Human curling iron + gamer who doesn't stop yapping ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

Here's a version without the text + a closeup too 🫶💗

[somegrumpynerd]

I like the idea that Cross realised Killer was touchstarved (he didn't have the words for it but he noticed how much Killer would settle down from it) and started giving him very small basic affection. Pat on the back, hand on the shoulder, maybe a quick friendly hug, all things he probably learned through royal guard training and thinks of as normal friend/coworker stuff.

But as they both got more comfortable in the routine of it, Killer started instigating touches and he was not shy about it (like not just leaning into Cross's side during movie night, he looks like he's trying to get into Cross's jacket with him)

And that this more intense affection made Cross realise he might also be just a little bit touchstarved

Bonus:

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

*Angel and Husk taking Nuggets for a walk, minding their business*

Some rando: Slut!

Angel: *stops*

Angel: Hold my pig-

Husk: Kick his ass, baby. I got your pig-

[lilybug-02]

I'm sorry but... really couldn't get over Asriel's sad snoot face

🥺🥺awwwww its sad snoot azzy ❤️❤️❤️ you draw him so well 😭

[gophergal]

for comfort art, could we see some spy comforting scout... the fatherly comfort i wish we canonically had 🫂

He couldn't be there for scraped knees and first heartbreaks, but he's here now and that counts for something

[the-eyemunchies]

A little bit of depressing scogean. Cause logan needs confort after his nightmares.

[fandomrose]

Sunday - Love Hypnosis

Sunday hypnotises you (consensually) to relax you.

No spoilers.

No description of reader or readers troubles so project what you are personally struggling with as you see fit.

No angst just fluff. I thought this concept would be cute. I've seen many a yandere Sunday hypnotises you, and that's great but consider - consent and fluff.

(This isn't a jab, I too enjoy a yandere fic from time to time but I also want to see fluff and I haven't seen this done in a fluffy way yet.)

I don't know why I'm mildly obsessed with this man but I am. (Cough Cough, I read maximum ride as a kid and now I automatically fall in love with winged characters. Cough Cough.) I need him to hypnotise me please and thank you.

(I have a few fics in the works that I need to finish but I'm struggling.)

As usual enjoy. Love ya 💙

"Darling?" Came the light and airy tone of your beloved. Though there was a hint of worry in his voice as he took in your face down, slumped form. "Are you alright?"

He could tell very well that you were not alright. But he would coax an answer out of you one way or another. Though the only answer he received was a groan.

"Darling." He sighs but chuckles at your obviously aggravated self. "Allow me to help you." 

Your body goes limp as you let him move you from a sofa to your shared bed. "My darling. Tell me what's gotten into you."

He chuckles as you groan out a single word relating to your issues. "Life."

"Oh, my darling. You'll let me soothe you for the night won't you?" He only felt it was right after the many nights you had soothed him. 

Patient, kind, understanding. Three words that when asked by others what you think about each other, you'd both say about each other. A pure give and take without a scoreboard, that's how you operated. You were both busy or stressed for one reason or another so that's how things had to be.

The simple love you shared was enough most days but sometimes things went wrong.

Sunday had performed hypnosis on you before so he knew it worked but he'd never engage unless you agreed. You knew the question he asked meant he wanted to soothe you via hypnosis, and with the state of your mind you would happily agree. 

"Please do." 

He wouldn't offer if he didn't have the energy you knew this, a rather large argument took care of that when he'd overworked himself then passed out after hypnotising you once and a medic had to be rushed in. Needless to say, you weren't happy with his carelessness. And seeing how upset you were he agreed to be more careful with his health.

You didn't want to think anymore so as you lay there looking up at him with your tired eyes and weary mind, he smiles. He caresses your face and hair before taking a deep breath and reciting that familiar chant.

"Oh triple faced soul, allow me to take hold of this one's mind and soothe them of all worries and burdens. The word Beloved will be the catalyst for control."

With that simple incantation your mind belonged to Sunday for a short while. Your mind felt fuzzy and slow but not unpleasantly, the way it would when you achieved complete relaxation. 

Like he had done before, he would take you through your nightly routine with this hypnosis.

"Beloved, follow me to to the bathroom." He helped you up while your body automatically followed his words and stood up. 

Walking was about the most complex task you could complete, he wasn't Xipe Themself, so his power only went so far. 

"Beloved, lift your arms." 

You do as told and he aids in stripping you, ready to be cleaned. 

"Beloved, sit on this stool and close your eyes." 

You again do as told his voice muffled through the layers of hypnosis, but soothing nonetheless. "I am going to wash your face first darling." He always narrates what he does before doing it as not to startle you.

You felt a cool, wet, cloth glide over your face and you can't help but sigh with satisfaction. You feel it gently caress your cheeks and softly rub your eyes tickle behind your ears. You hear the cloth being rinsed and wrung, the muffled sounds of the water soothing you further.

"I am going to wash your upper body now darling." And, as before, you feel the damp cloth glide over your neck and upper body, letting him move you has he sees fit. Soft humming coming from him lulls you deeper into his hypnosis. The cloth glides down and caresses your chest before moving to wash your back. You'd make sounds of relaxed satisfaction if you could but your exhausted body coupled with the hypnosis has made your brain devoid of any thought or control. Just how you want it. 

He moves back to the front of you with a new cloth. "Beloved, spread your legs, I need to clean you." 

Your body complies without hesitation and that's what he does, making sure to be extra gentle around this sensitive area. He is thorough but doesn't linger long this time, not wanting to spark anything in you this evening.

Standing to switch the cloth again, "I'm going to wash your legs and feet now darling." Still being as gentle as ever his hands and the cloth slowly makes their way down your legs massaging them as they go. A light massage is given to your feet as well before he finishes and pats you dry with a towel before he deems your body clean.

"Beloved, open your mouth wide." 

He orders next, your mind too fuzzy to think of what else could be doing. You hear more water then feel a hand on your chin. "I'm going to brush your teeth darling." Then light scrubbing of your teeth and tongue can be felt, he is thorough with this area too. Not wanting to be the reason you have cavities he takes his time. Not too long later he finishes with you. You can hear things being put away and muffled sounds of him walking around you, maybe inspecting you. Before he stops in front and, 

"Beloved, open your eyes and stand up. Its time to go to bed."

You're led back into the bedroom now that he is satisfied that you are clean. "Beloved, are you ready to sleep?" 

Compelled to answer, you do. "yes"

"Beloved, do you want to sleep with me?"

"Yes"

"Good, let's get to sleep then shall we." 

The sounds of fabric and draws is all you hear for a moment before he guides you into bed with him. 

"Beloved, lay down." 

When he's satisfied you are comfortable You feel his soft skin against yours, the wings on his head lightly brushing your face in reverence before he pulls them back. It isn't often he blesses you with his naked body, the vulnerability gets to him at times. 

Once you've laid down and he's pulled you close he asked one more question.

"Beloved, are you ready to be released from hypnosis?"

"Yes"

As the words leave your lips he begins the incantation to remove his influence on your mind. 

"Oh triple faced soul, this one has completed this ones tasks and can now be freed from the shackles of my control with no burden."

Everything goes still as your senses return slowly, reacclimating you to reality. A few minutes pass of him softly stroking your head and neck while you come back to him.

"Thank you Sunday" a soft whisper conveying how grateful you are before you promptly pass out the exhaustion and relaxation hitting you full force as you melt into the bed and his arms.

"Oh my beloved, I'd do anything to see you happy and relaxed like this more often. I am grateful for all you do for me so it's only natural. I love you, so much my beloved."

He whispers to your sleeping self, pressing small kisses to your forehead, cheeks and nose. Watching the small twitches at the contact makes his evening and he feels like he too can finally relax.

[inrockstarfashion]

I just want to be domestic with him.

I want to wake up and make him coffee. I want to be cooking breakfast and see him stumbling into the kitchen with crazy bed head, all bleary eyed, and hug me from behind before kissing the side of my head. I want to hug him and kiss his cheek. I want to lay on top of him and draw random shapes on his chest while we watch TV. I want him to lay on top of me while I run my fingers through his hair and trace the features on his face.

I just want to be soft with him.

Ciao!

[kobrafangs]

my favourite thing ever is when the rgb sibs hug and one of them spins the other around. it is literally so adorable i feel like punching a wall whenever i see them do it

[vroom-vrooms]

Should I… comment on how Mark… looks so big… compared to Seb… in this picture…???

I don’t think I should…

[casualavocados]

An idiot like you...an idiot like you...

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 9

[royalarchivist]

Pac: I said, "Hey, let's do something fun, you know? Let's kidnap the [Federation] baker!" And we are kind of like, locked up, and [Richarlyson's] even sadder now, right? Phil: I can put my hand through the bars. Pac: [Laughs] Can I ho– Please save us! Phil: Do you miss human touch, Pac? Pac: Yeah, I miss human touch. Phil: I'm here for you. [...] We can smuggle things into jail. [To Richarlyson] It's okay, mate. Pac: Can you smuggle me a cellphone?* I know information is power here.

Phil visits Pac and Richarlyson in jail.

* Pac's quote here is a direct reference to Fuga Impossivel, where Cell (Cellbit) had a cellphone he used to threaten people with his "contacts from the outside." (In reality, the phone had no signal, but that's how he earned his name "Cell")

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Pac: Richarlyson feeling a little bit sad 'because 'cus he's locked up, you know? That's why he's using a different kind of hat.

Phil: Oh, Jesus Christ. Wait– why's Richarlyson's [happiness] bar gone down?

Pac:Yeah, 'because 'cus he's unhappy, 'cus, well, we kind of like, got locked up, and it's his birthday today, and he's feeling a little bit sad about like, growing up, you know?

Phil: Is that why he's got a different cow head on?

Pac: Yeah, yeah, and to try to help him, I said, "Hey, let's do something fun, you know? Let's kidnap the baker!" And we are kind of like, locked up, and he's even sadder now, right? [Richarlyson shakes his head] Yeah, but look – jail is fun!

Phil: I can put my hand through the bars.

Pac: [Laughs] Can I ho– Please save us!

Phil: Do you miss human touch, Pac?

Pac: Yeah, I miss human touch.

Phil: I'm here for you. [Cracks up]

Pac: I miss human touch. Oh my god, a hand! Richas, you want to touch a hand? Touch uncle Phil hand. [Laughs]

Phil: Yeah, right here.

Pac: Touch it, Richas! Connect with every–

Phil: I can get you out, I can get you out, I don't know if I'll get punished though, but we'll see. [Laughs]

Pac: I don't think you're going to get punished. [He looks at Richarlyson] Right? [Richarlyson shakes his head, holding a camera] There's nothing wrong about setting two persons out of the jail.

Phil: Yeah, I feel like you've learned your lesson, right?

Pac: Yeah, I won't try to kidnap the baker.

Phil: Oh, Richarlyson wants you to take a photo of, like, hands touching, I think.

Pac: Oh. Ok, let me...

[They stand there, holding hands in silence until Richarlyson takes a photo, then they burst into laughter.]

Pac: Well, Richas, you wanna do the same? I can take a picture of you! I just need a paper. [Pac checks his inventory] ...I don't have any papers, if you have one?

Phil: [Still cracking up as he holds hands with Richarlyson]

Pac: I need the paper, Richarlyson!

Phil: I have paper, there you go.

Pac: Oh, thank you.

Phil: We can smuggle things into jail. [To Richarlyson] It's okay, mate.

Pac: Look! [Laughs and throws Phil the photo] Can you smuggle me a cellphone?* I know information is power here.

Phil: I can – hold on, let me see, let me see...

Pac: Maybe like a cellphone? Or maybe a gaming setup so me and Richarlyson could put some gaming in here, you know, so we can play games?

Phil: I can – I could just break you out. [Laughs] But it's up to you – do you want to be out?

Pac: Yeah, if – Richas, you want to get out of this prison? I know it's bigger and better than our house. Look at the size of this, Phil! You wanna, like–

[Richarlyson breaks the jail bars and lets himself out, then replaces the bars to keep Pac inside]

Phil: [Dying]

Pac: ALL ALONG? Wait – we have been in here for the past 15 minutes, Richas! Oh my god. Ok, ok, I'm done, I'm done. I'm just gonna stay here. I'm just gonna stay here. [Pac walks to a corner of the cell and sits down facing the wall]

Phil: [Still wheeze-laughing] Dude...

Pac: I'm just gonna stay here.

Phil: I can't– [wheezes] I can't break these blocks, he's locked us in!

Pac: RICHARLYSON–