#tortellini the alien

[glitteringstardust]

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tortellini the alien stimboard

Bio: Tortellini works in the revenue department of a local dental practice! She calls herself the Anti-Tooth Fairy because she doesn't give money for teeth—she takes money for teeth! Think she should retire her classic chipmunk costume this Halloween and go as the ATF instead?

-requested by anon

[lemondoddle]

music asks 9, 21, and 23 ? :)

9:A song that makes you happy

Reflections by MisterWives! It just gets me so pumped up!!

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

Yolanda Hayes by Fountains of Wayne! I love to visualize an amv with my ocs to it 🤭

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

Blue Moon by Choke Up! Or anything by them really, I got one of their cds as a freebie from another order and they've become a favorite of mine :]

Ty for the ask!! :] music asks

[daily-pokemon-drawings]

Day 191: Eevee (again), Minccino (again) & Pichu

It’s @robot-aliens and I listening to @tortellini-time try to make sense of Bionicle lore. Also I guess I’m an Eevee now? I thought I would gravitate towards some kind of bird Pokémon when I go to represent myself as a silly little creature but here we are.

[dutchwinter]

ASKS YIPPEE ok 4, 11, 16, 23, and 29 GO :3

^ it did the thing again help. youre the only one in here

4 mythical creature you think/believe is real? - umm none of them hope this helps. maybe aliens if that counts but what kind idk. they are out there though i know this

11 anything from your childhood you’ve held on to? - like physically ? yeah a lot of shit lol

16 help i just deleted an entireresponse 16 was the mint chocolate chip one. i dont like the ice cream but i do like mint and chocolate

23 do you wear jewelry? - nooooo .......... :[

29 preferred pasta noodle? - tortellini ... does that count yes tortellini

[sweetnsourhearts]

@tortellini-time @cyclicalaberration @robot-aliens @alaskannymph @does-existance-exist

sorry yeah ive got a bad case of Thinking About My Friends. im afraid its incurable. symptoms include happiness and love and wishes that they will have the life they want to live.

[glitteringstardust]

Can I request a board for Tortellini the alien Squishmallow please? I love him and I love his name ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

posted!! i had never seen this squishmallow before but i love the whole concept of it lol. let me know if you want anything changed.

[mellocaps]

The new Alien movie looks so good!

[sweetnsourhearts]

@tortellini-time @cyclicalaberration @eggie-o @robot-aliens @does-existance-exist @chronicallyparentified @midnight--fox

Design what your blog would look like if it was a person!

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I tag @red-skady @superchat @eviligo @maplepastry @nek0hime13 @bestgirlsyndrome @gentlesakura @games2girlsdotcom @deadlycoffee @bunny-stickers @starbitsun @888lvl @little-ikea-waldo @delanore-roosevelt @fefeps @imnevernice no pressure at all!!

If anyone else wants to join dont hesitate to reblog!!

[sunnyssoftware]

INTRO POST

HAIII‼️

Warning: (Intro gifs include spoilers for Alien Stage!)

I'm Sunny but feel free to also call me Huey or any nickname!

I am:

♡ SIXTEEN(16)! A MINOR(WHICH MEANS NO DEGENERACY)

♢ AroAce Gay!(abrosexual/romantic)

♤ A trans guy!(Agender/slightly genderfluid/nonbinary)

♧ Neurodivergent!(AuADHD + other disorders)

Feel free to use any pronouns on me apart from she/her! I much prefer he/it and any neo/xenopronouns though!

My interests currently include:

Sonic, Alien Stage, Jujutsu Kaisen, Death Note, Honkai Star Rail, Bungō Stray Dogs, Genshin Impact, Project Sekai, Vocaloid, cosplay, art, editing & general digital media, computer science, music, and the overall horror genre!(i.e horror literature, videos, games, etc)

Currently hyperfixating on:

Shadow the Hedgehog!

I always try getting into new stuff but depression mixed with ADHD (specifically executive dysfunction) and autism makes it hard to deviate from my usual routines 😭

Like any other person in fandoms, I have kins!

Here's my kinlist! Highest to lowest‼️

(Maybe)

Ivan (Alien Stage)

[BEAST] Osamu Dazai(Bungo Stray Dogs)

[PM] Osamu Dazai(Bungo Stray Dogs)

Misa Amane(Death Note)

Ashley Graves(The Coffin of Andy and Leyley)

Yozo Oba(No Longer Human)

Nikolai Gogol(Bungo Stray Dogs)

Ame(Needy Streamer Overload)

OMGkawaiiAngel(Needy Streamer Overload)

Jason "J.D" Dean(Heathers the Musical)

[Suit] Saeran Choi(Mystic Messenger)

Atsushi Nakajima(Bungo Stray Dogs)

Kyōka Izumi(Bungo Stray Dogs)

Scaramouche/Wanderer(Genshin Impact)

Mafuyu Asahina(Project Sekai)

Omori(Omori)

Sunny(Omori)

Saeyoung "Luciel" Choi(Mystic Messenger)

[ADA] Osamu Dazai(Bungo Stray Dogs)

Few more facts about me!

I live in the UK!(England)

I live in a sea-side city!

I'm Eastern European(Romanian)

I'm bilingual(English & Romanian)

I wear glasses(I'm short-sighted)

I play the piano!

I'm short!(last checked 145cm, about 4'8")

I love sour sweets!

I hate white chocolate/LOVE dark chocolate

I like spicy food and am always trying to build up my spice tolerance (thanks @lunarnu!)

I love noodles or any type of pasta!

I DESPISE clothing tags made with rough fabrics

I am part of "Kaedehara Publishing House", along with some friends too <3 (Tsuki/Frate, Kazuha, Ajax/Tortellini, and ofc @lunarnu)

DNI/BYF TIME!!!

Please DNI the following:

★ Racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.

★ Under 13s(shouldn't be on the internet anyways!)

★ Explicitly NSFW blogs

★ "MAPs" aka pedos! Please seek help!

★ Zoophiles

★ Proshippers/Comshippers unless you are using it as a coping mechanism! (Even then, beware I'll be reluctant to interact back with you and I'd much rather prefer those that are actively recovering to interact)

★ You shit on people's (unproblematic) interests

★ Engage in ANY type of LGBTQ discourse(i.e exclusionist/inclusionist, anti neos/xenos, etc)

BYF‼️

✦ To any adults interacting: I'll be wary of interacting back with you because you're and adult and I'm a minor, don't take it personally.

✦ I'm mentally ill! I have depression, social anxiety and possibly BPD, please do not attack me if I say or do something you deem "wrong", instead please just approach me and talk to me about it and specify you're not trying to argue or hurt me and are just trying to educate me

✦ I don't care for people's likes and dislikes! If we click, we click! But I still do value my opinions so if you might not be able to handle different opinions then proceed with caution because I am open about them. I am also very trigger happy with the block button so if anything even slightlt displeases me, please don't be upset if I block! Especially with no prior interactions or anything

✦ I use humor to cope! So if I make an insensitive joke it's either because I've been affected by the subject matter or it was pure ignorance. Pls come to me and tell me whenever I say something that might be genuinely offensive.

Thank you for your time!

I usually don't post on here, I just read fics and reblog stuff but I hope you lot enjoy regardless!

I'll try see if I can find stuff to post, but this blog will mostly be for personal use lolol

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[saintflint]

12, 26, 29 !

12: favorite tv commercial?

my sister and i used to quote this one to each other as kids for hours, don’t ask why we thought it was the most hilarious thing ever

26: do you believe in aliens?

yes and no? i don’t really doubt the possibility of anything but i’ve never seen or experienced anything that’s made me believe

29: the last thing you ate?

tortellini pasta in a spinach and sun dried tomato cream sauce with chicken

[alaskannymph]

@tortellini-time @robot-aliens

I see jokes about Starscream being a bird and I want to take it a step further by saying he's a chicken.

[lady-griffin]

Ooooooo I'm game

Don't believe I've sent an ask b4..... Hello I'm pixx uhhh so: 4, 21, and 29

(was gonna actually write them but my memory is already slipping but those were my favorites)

Thank you for asking me!! Here are my answers!

4. Mythical creature you think/believe is real?

I don't know if this really counts; but there's something called British big cats, or ABCs (Alien/Anomalous Big Cats), or mystery cats; basically, in British folklore there are sightings of large wild cats, like panthers or pumas.

While most experts don't believe these sightings are real, due to a lack of evidence; there are a lot of animals that shouldn't be in certain areas and experts deny their existence, but they do in fact exist.

Doesn't Pennsylvania have a thing about wolves not existing in their state or something like that?

There's that missing herd of moose in New Zealand, the monkey island in Florida (no one denies that one).

I just think there's a possibility of people having exotic pets or bringing non-native species into a country and then that species being freed and still existing out there.

Also, the Loch Ness Monster.

I don't believe it exists; I just really want it to be real.

21. A number that weirds you out?

Not so much specific numbers or weird feelings about them, but I do have two very specific 'quirks' that involve numbers.

13th Floor

I hate that so many buildings don't have a 13th floor. I mean literally they do, but they call it the 14th floor or 12B, because people are superstitious.

But this bothers me. Because the floor is still the 13th one; calling it a different name doesn't make it not the 13th floor. It doesn't.

I understand people can have a problem with staying on the 13th floor, but be okay with being on the "14th" or "12B" floor; but that still bothers and annoys me.

Because you're still on the 13th floor. How does that objective fact not bother you? Even if it's not called the 13th floor, it’s still literally the 13th floor of the building.

While, you didn't ask this I'm combining this question with

17. an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

Even Numbered Words

So basically, I have this habit of counting the number of letters in words with my fingers on both my hands.

For example, the word –

"Mountain"

M-1 O-2 U-3 N-4 T-5 A-6 I-7 N-8

Then I always prefer it if the word has an even number of letters, because then I can divide the letters of the word by 2 (using only using one hand).

M-1 O-2 U-3 N-4

T-1 A-2 I-3 N-4

I don't know why I do this; I just do it.

So, I don't really like words that have an odd number of letters. Or at least not when I'm doing this, because I can't divide it by 2 and do this whole thing.

It doesn't cause me any problems, like if I think of the word –

"Heart"

I will do the whole thing, but get “stuck” on the divide the amount of letters by the number 2 thing, but it’s not a big deal, because I often try to think of a different word that does have an even number of letters, like "Hearts” or just a random word like “Necklace.”

29. Preferred pasta noodle?

I don't know if these counts as ‘noodles,’ but I do prefer tortellini or ravioli over regular noodles.

If those don't actually count as types of noodles, then I am very partial to thin spaghetti and bowtie pasta (it's fancy!).

Again, thanks for asking!!

The questions asked are from this post.

[dontcare77ghj]

Naps

Tony x reader x Stephen

The three of you led incredibly busy lives. It was incredibly rare for any of you to get a day off, and it was a once in the lifetime experience when the three of you had a day off together.

Because of the lives you led, the three of you had to cut back on some things. Such as regular meal times, taking care of yourselves, interacting with people, and, most importantly, sleep.

There always seemed to be too much work to do. There were constant meetings, training sessions, paperwork, and so many other responsibilities to attend to. 

Sometimes you didn't have time to sleep, but you did have time to nap.

It was a rare day. You and Stephen were at home together. Stephen wasn't needed at the sanctum, and all you had to do was paperwork that you could easily do from home.

Tony had been bullied, by Pepper, into attending several meetings for SI. Though he was no longer CEO of the company, he still did a lot of work for it and held a majority of the shares.

While Tony had gone to do his work, you and Stephan had decided it was a lazy day, despite your paperwork. The two of you had made no effort to get dressed or leave the bed today, and it felt great.

"Ah!" You yelped as Stephen's cloak suddenly attacked you. "Stephen, what the hell?" You exclaimed as it wrapped itself tightly around you.

"You zoned out, sweetheart." Stephen chuckled. "I was calling your name for almost a minute." He said, shifting closer to throw his arm around your shoulders.

"So, you set your cloak on me?" You raised a brow.

"The cloak made that decision on its own." He shrugged, gesturing for the cloak to move. "What were you thinking so hard about?"

"How good it feels to stay in bed with you." You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. "I miss spending time with you and Tones."

"We miss you too," Stephen admitted. "I never used to be one who enjoyed the simple moments, but now I miss them."

"You know, I have some leave saved up." You mentioned. "Maybe we could all go on a trip." You suggested.

"Wong could look after the sanctum if we left." Stephen mused. "I'd be okay with that. We just need to get Tony to agree."

"I'm not agreeing to anything until I have another coffee." Tony groaned, entering the bedroom. "I need to set a new protocol, one that tells me to hide because Pep's coming." He said, falling onto the end on the bed. 

"If you did that, Pepper would find a way to disable it and then kill you." Stephen pointed out. "And we all know she would get away with it."

"It was just a couple of meetings, Tone." You smiled at him. "You do them all the time."

"But they're so boring," Tony whined, rolling onto his back. "I was up all night going over Pepper's notes. I felt like I was back in school." He muttered, relaxing back into the bed.

"Did you get everything you needed done?" You asked, shifting on the bed so that you could get his glasses off.

Tony let out several noncommital hums before closing his eyes and going limp. Stephen chuckled as he shifted to sit next to you.

"And he's out like a light," Stephen said, gently raising his head so he could undo his tie.

"Let him sleep." You said as the two of you moved him, so he was properly on the bed. "He deserves it."

"You know I could have just bought pasta and sauce from the store, right?" You asked, raising a brow. 

"I will have none of that sacrilege in this house," Tony said, pointing a flour-covered finger at you. "Store-bought pasta is wrong, and don't get me started on the sauce."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you're Italian and a stark traditionalist." You rolled your eyes.

"I'm not going to respond to that," Tony said, shaking his head. "Besides, you know you love my homemade sauce."

"That sounds sexual." You smirked.

"Be quiet you," Tony said, rolling his eyes, but you could see a slight smile on his face.

"Did Stephen say when he was coming home?" You asked, pushing hair out of your face. "Or what exactly he's doing?"

"I heard something about alien squid, and then he hung up screaming 'love you bye.'" Tony told you as he began to shape his pasta.

"That's terrifying." You shook your head. "We need to tell him to work on his tact. He's going to give one of us a heart attack."

"Honestly, at this point, I don't notice when either of you says stuff like that." Tony shrugged. "The two of you give me a panic attack if I pay too much attention."

"Rude." 

"Babe, between Stephen's phone calls and you dealing life-threatening injuries in the bathroom, I think I have the right to say it." Tony pointed out.

"Like you're one to talk." Stephen scoffed as he appeared in the doorway. "You drink more coffee in one day than most do in a month." 

"Steph!" You exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace the sorcerer. "You look terrible." You said once you'd pulled back to get a glimpse at his face.

There was probably a better way to phrase that, but you weren't wrong. His face looked gaunt, he was favoring his right leg, his body was covered in cuts, and you knew he was exhausted by the dark bags under his eyes.

"It's nice to see you too, sweetheart." Stephen chuckled, leaning down to press his lips to your head.

"Please tell me the other guy looks worse than you?" Tony asked, standing behind you.

"Much worse," Stephen said, moving to kiss Tony's cheek. "You're covered in flour."

"I'm making homemade tortellini," Tony told him. " Sit your ass down, you look like you're going to pass out." He added, pushing him towards a chair. 

Stephen took the offered seat and rested his head on the counter. Tony began rambling nonsensical stories about his day as he finished making dinner. When Tony had finished serving dinner, he turned to the two of you and was about to speak before you shushed him.

'He's asleep.' You mouthed. 'Do we move him?'

'Leave him.' Tony mouthed back. 'He needs his sleep. I'll save a bowl for him.'

You hadn't been home in five days. You'd been assigned a mission with Natasha and Clint, and it was one of the more stressful ones you'd ever been on.

It seemed as if everything wanted to go wrong. You'd barely been able to get your guy, and the information he had, Clint had broken his hearing aids, and Natasha had almost fallen off a roof.

You were exhausted. Everything ached and felt bruised. Your head was pounding, and you still had to debrief and write your part of the mission report.

You couldn't wait to get home and curl up in Tony and Stephen's arms.

"Hey, you're home," Stephen said, watching as you dragged yourself out of the elevator from the couch. "Did you go to medical?"

"Why would she when we've got our own doctor here?" Tony asked as you collapsed into the gap between him and Stephan. "You good there, kitty?" He asked, running his fingers through your hair.

"Don't be weird." You grumbled but didn't make a move to move his hand."I missed you two." You sighed.

"We missed you too, sweetheart," Stephen said, placing a soothing hand on your back. "Are you sure you're not injured?"

"Not injured. Just tired." You told him. "Really tired."

"Do you want us to move you to bed?" Tony questioned. "Steph will have to carry you unless I get the suit."

"No, I just want to stay here. You're so warm." You murmured, burrowing deeper into your spot and their warmth. “I love you both. A lot, a lot.” You added as your eyes began to close. 

The last thing you heard before drifting off into a wanted slumber was;

“We love you too, sweetheart.” 

“A lot, a lot.”

Taglists are always open. Requests are always open, for stories and for pairings.

Taglist

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[stingray-stories]

Day 24 7/21/2021

Helllllllo friends!

Today was soooooo fun. Maybe my favorite day yet. Which is saying a lot since most my days here have been amazing. Hopefully I can paint a nice picture for you. It began with a nice cozy sleep. In the morning, I didn’t workout to give myself a nice break and some more sleepies. I had a nice yummy breakfast and then met up with the Cocos crew to get ready for our visit to the refuge (specifically the East-West causeway) to do a bird count. I threw on my biosecurity outfit and hopped in the Guardian mask free with the Cocos (their quarantine is over yay!). When we got to the East-West causeway, we waded through the water to get to the very thin strip of land (previously a road built in the 40s) where we started our count. I wasn’t much help since this was my first go at it, but our job is to count active nests and determine varying stages of the bird babies. The Cocos crew are experts so I listened, enjoyed the scenery, and took wayyyy too many pictures. It was so much fun seeing all the different stages of the babies. Little eggy eggs that had been recently laid, naked little dinosaurs, fluffer nutters, awkward little fluffy and nudey mixes, grumpy-potamus looking ones, and full grown cuties that are not quite ready for flight (as you may have noticed I have become very well versed in the technical descriptions used during bird counts ;)). Overall we saw red-footed booby babies, masked booby babies, brown booby babies, frigate bird babies, and red tailed tropicbird babies (at a certain stage they call them chocolate chips eeeee so cute). We also saw lots of crabs and a baby black-tip shark do do do do. My favorite little baby was this super awkward brown booby who had a bunch of fluff around it’s neck and on its hips making him like quite the distinguished little gentleman. Honestly there were so many cuties it’s very hard to choose my favorite. After a lovely morning, we headed back to shore, I changed into my regular clothes, and then tried to help with the last little bit of community day. While we were out on the refuge, the rest of the crew was doing odd jobs around the station for community day so I missed most of the grunt work while I ooed and awed at little baby birds. I’m not complaining at all!

In the afternoon, Ben, Mollie (one of our fabulous chefs), and I had an early lunch so that we could go out and help Hank and our CMO (chief marine officer), another Ben, document the installation of new snorkel buoys and some smart satellite buoys. In a nut shell, we got to snorkel and take pictures of them working underwater. It was SO much fun. The first site we stopped at was the Rubble Pile (marked as a dead squirrel on the map hehe) where they installed a new buoy since the old one was not in great shape to anchor up to. To do this, they brought new chain and fed it through the a cement block about 15 feet down and then they connected the float buoys which sit 5 or so feet in the water column and then the surface buoy which is what we snag and link the boat to when we are snorkeling. Mollie and Ben were taking photos of the whole process while I watched and explored the reef. I saw a very calm and chill turtle swim by, some curious snappers, and a huge crown of thorn sea star which was cool to see but also a bummer since they can cause damage to the reef. Next, we headed to Tortagonia (or tortellini or tortilla) to set up a satellite buoy. At the sites where we set up the satellite buoys, there were previously established concrete blocks with a small submerged yellow marker that we had to find at the surface. We had rough coordinates and Hank knew where they were generally located so it wasn’t too tough. I also didn’t mind hanging out in the boat and enjoying the views. The weather today was spectacular. Not too much sun but just enough to keep you comfortable while snorkeling (I get chilly swimming after awhile even though the water here is usually a balmy 80 degrees depending on where you are). The water was also soooo clear it was like we were in an aquarium. So visibility was pasta primavera aka primo aka perfect aka amaza! I saw a ton of giant clams and lots of fishies like the humbug dascyllus (my current favorite), bigeye emperor, and yellowmargin triggerfish (or peach face). After Tortagonia, we stopped at station to grab some things and then we headed back out to North coral gardens and Barren islet to explore and install another satellite buoy. This is my new favorite part of the atoll. There’s soooo much to see in the water. It’s really shallow and there’s tons of coral covering the sea floor. It’s like a carpet of coral. Blue, green, pink, yellow, and brown. It reminds me of this toy I used to play with as a kid called Aqua Sand. It was like a drip castle underwater but with colored sand. The magical part of it was when you took it out of the water it was dry! Anyway it looks just like that. It’s soooo amazing. There were also tons of fishies swimming about. We swam to Barren and climbed up onto the coral rubble which is moved and shaped by the waves. It’s similar to the Rubble Pile, but there’s a lot more land and a lot more wave action coming in from the Pacific. At the end of Barren, there are two decoy bird colonies. These areas of Barren are the only parts we are allowed to access. They are technically apart of the refuge but we don’t have to worry about biosecurity since there’s not much there but rubble. The south western parts of the islet have more going on, but we can’t venture there due to unexplored ordinances from WW2 times. In the parts we could access, we walked around and did some exploring, but not with our fair share of difficulty. I mentioned that the end of Barren is coral rubble and only 2 out of the 5 of us brought shoes. “Lucky” for us there was a fair amount of trash that had washed up on shore which included many random shoes. I found a croc flip flop and a platform flip flop. Mollie also found a kid sized croc flip flop so we ended up passing the shoes around so we wouldn’t struggle too much on all the dead coral.

Overall, the whole experience was insane. The waves crash there in all different directions creating these crazy patterns in the rubble. It looks like aliens in a cornfield type of thing. The best part of it was standing at the end and watching the waves go all over the place. It’s just the big ol Pacific out there and it’s very powerful. Hopefully I can post of video of it because it’s very hard to explain how crazy it looks.

After hanging there for awhile, we headed back and stopped to fix another buoy by the North-South causeway. We got back to station pretty late but it was a fantastic day. So much fun on the boat! Once we got back to shore, we had some leftovers, I rinsed off, and then headed to bed. I was soooo tired after such an incredible day! Woweeeee!

Pictures will be a separate post. I got lots!

[thatonedoctorwhoau]

Chapter 8 folks! You guys can have some ambiguously flirty Wilbur and George content, as a treat. As always, special thanks to @dtvibez for all her help, so go send her all your love and support! 

Summary: 24 hours ago, George Ashworth lived a completely normal life, with completely normal people, and a completely normal job. 24 hours later, he was running for his life beside a man he had met mere hours prior from an otherworldly monster. Suffice to say, this was the start of something new and wonderful. And hair-pulling annoying

On Wednesday the 23, October 2015, at precisely 12:05 am, George Ashworth opened his eyes to the sounds of Tommy's scream of “He’s alive!” before two smaller bodies were thrown against him. George let out a groan of pain as the boys landed on his injured stomach. Reaching over with his right hand, he grabbed his oxygen mask and pulled it off of his face.

“Hi,” he muttered painfully, “Tommy, Tubbo can you,” he let out a sharp breath, “Can you please get off of me?”

“Oh, right.” Tommy muttered, getting off of him. “Tubbo, you heard the man, get off ‘im.” Tubbo quietly apologized and rolled off of him, but quietly took hold of Georges hand. “Man,” Tommy began, “You almost scared me half to death.”

“Yea,” Wilbur cut in. “How are you feeling George?”

George paused for a moment. “Like I’ve been hit by a truck.” He admitted. Wilbur barked out in laughter.

“That's a good way of putting it.” George grimaced, and pulled himself into a sitting position, staring around the room.

“Where are we?” He asked. “Because I don’t think a hospital is supposed to look like,” He gestured around the room. “This.”

Wilbur adjusted the collar of his shirt, looking slightly enthused. “Do you remember the blue box?” When George nodded, he continued. “Well, it's a lot less, snug, then it looks.”

George racked his brain, attempting to conjure up events from the attack. “Wait,” he paused, “I remember I said, ‘it's bigger on the inside.’ Are we actually still in the box?!” Wilbur nodded. “Holy shi-” He cut himself off, not wanting to swear in front of the children.

“Bit mad, innit?” Tommy said, grinning.

“You could say that again. “

+++

“Mind telling me what is going on exactly?” George asked. The four were in the main console room, Wilbur at the controls, Tommy and Tubbo leaning against one of the rails, and George sitting on a small bench, as not to further exaggerate his wounds. “Because I still don’t know what happened today, and I feel an explanation is in order.”

Wilbur paused at his request, and began pressing buttons on the main control panel. The structure let out a whine, causing the room to shake, before coming to a halt. “I’ve explained this to Tommy and Tubbo here already,” Wilbur began. “Those things that’ve been coming after you are called the Marcorx. They hail from a planet 5 universes away.”

“That doesn’t come as much of a surprise to me.” George remarked. “I mean aliens, it's not a hard story to believe. Why are they here in Brighton?”

“They’re hunting.”

“Hunting for what exactly.”

“The Marcorx are one of the best hunters in the galaxy. They have incredible senses, and can find any being, no matter how far. Distance means nothing to them, as they will dedicate their lives to hunting their prey down.”

As George listened, the wheels in his brain began turning. “When you say they hunt, I should assume it's a living being, right?” Wilbur nodded. “Then, considering I’ve had three run-ins with them in one day, I am probably their target, right?” Wilbur's silence served as his answer. “Why me?!” He cried. “Why are these things targeting me?!”

“I don’t know.” WIlbur replied. “Marcorx typically travel by themselves, so I don’t understand why three of them would team up to get you.”

“That's not exactly reassuring!” George yelled.

“I suppose it isn’t.” Wilbur muttered, placing a hand under his chin pensively. George let out a groan. “Look, it's been a long day for you three. And I think it's probably for the best if you guys stayed here tonight. We don’t exactly know when those things will be back. Tommy, Tubbo, follow me, I’ll show you to your rooms.”

“What about me?” George asked, leaning forward slightly.

Wilbur glanced back at him. “You can stay here for now, I’d like to discuss tonight's events one on one.”

“What about us?” Tommy exclaimed. “We’ve got stuff to say!”

“You met the Marcorx once. George met them three times in one day. Whatever input you have is inconsequential to me.” Tommy pouted, crossing his arms. “Now, it's time to go to bed. Please follow me.”

“You can’t tell us what to do! You’re not the boss of us!” Tommy retorted.

“No, but I am.” George responded.

“George-”

“Bed, now!” With a moan, Tommy relented. Wilbur sent George a small smile, before leading the boys out of the main room and down the stairs. George sat in silence for several minutes, before footsteps began to echo through the room. Turning, George spotted Wilbur climbing up the stairs, drinks in hand.

“I figured you might want something to drink.” He handed the drink over. It was a shimmering midnight blue and George took a sip. It tasted odd, causing him to make a face, but slowly, George began to taste something else.

“It tastes like,” He paused for a moment, considering what to say next. “Like tortellini with pesto, with a salad on the side.”

“What type of salad?”

“Caesar.”

Wilbur chuckled. “It's always a Caesar salad.” He sat down beside George

“Wilbur, today has been very strange.”

“Indeed.” Wilbur took another sip of his drink.

“And considering where we are, what happened to me, whatever,” He gestured to his drink, “this is, I have to ask: you aren’t exactly human, are you?” Wilbur stared at him, a smile creeping across his face.

“You figured that out quick.”

George raised his eyebrows. “I mean, it's not that hard to believe. I seriously doubt any human could build a box that spans for miles.” The two sat in silence, looking up at the central pipe. George noted how the yellow crystals slowly bobbed up and down. “So, if you’re not human, then what are you?”

Wilbur glanced at him briefly, before looking down. His eyes seemed to glaze over, as if he were deep in thought. George noted how rigid his body became. Letting out a deep sigh, Wilbur began. “I come from a planet by the name of Gallifrey, located in a binary star system 250 million light years away. It's a shimmering red planet, home to the Time Lords, the smartest individuals in the universe.”

“Well, clearly not, considering you exist.” George grinned, taking another sip of his drink. A smile grazed Wilbur's face.

“Yeah, a smart bunch they were. Course, they’re all gone now.” There was a distinct sadness in his eyes, a loss of great magnitude.

“What happened to them?”

Wilbur took a deep sigh, and looked up at the console. “There was a war, a great war that threatened to end all existence.” He paused, as if contemplating what to say next. “In order to save all universes, I had to kill them. Every last one of them. I’m the only one left.”

George remained silent, unsure of what to say. How can you comfort a man who has lost everything?

“But that's all in the past.” Wilbur spoke quickly, attempting to alleviate the mood. “We aren’t here to talk about me, we’re here to talk about you.”

“Wilbur, are you alright?” George questioned softly, placing his drink on the ground.

“I’m fine.”

“It's just, I think that you should probably-”

“I don’t need to talk about Gallifrey's destruction any longer.” Wilbur cut in, raising his voice, “I’ve had 1800 years to deal with it. I’m fine.”

“Okay.” The two fell into an awkward silence, neither party willing to address the tension in the room. Quietly, George leaned over and rested his head on Wilbur's shoulder. Wilbur froze up for a moment, but made no objection.

“The Marcorx are hunters,” Wilbur began. “Typically, they travel by themselves, surviving off of the energy a living being produces. Every few hundred years, they find a living being with enough energy and hunt them down, before harvesting them.”

“And I’ve got three of them after me.”

“Two now.”

“Oh, that's right, Tommy killed one of them.” George muttered to himself. The previous hours events were still somewhat hazy.

“That he did.” Wilbur replied, chuckling to himself, before growing silent once more. “Look, I don’t know what it is about you that makes these things want to go after you so badly, but trust me when I say, I promise to make sure that these things never hurt you again.”

George remained silent, before lifting up his head to look the other in the eyes, his hand brushing against Wilbur's.

“Is that a promise?”

“Promise.” Neither made any comments about the way their hands had intertwined

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This post is going to be insufferably long, and I will put it under a cut. But I’ve been having a very salty, not so great day, and I figured that some of y’all might be interested in a list of every single plant I own. Also I want to make that list, and I know I sure as shit would want to read a post about every single plant someone else owns, because who doesn’t love plants?

Anyway. Under the cut. Every plant I own.

Living Room - Meg the Ponytail Palm- bought him off a guy in my building a while ago. Not doing too great, not sure why he isn’t happy. - Weird Peperomia- this thing looks like an alien. It’s also dying. Most of my Peps didn’t do too well this winter, and I’m thinking they just aren’t my type of plant. - Pearl Plant- A “tulista” apparently. Love this guy. I have no idea how to care for him and he’s still alive. - Portia, the Echeveria “pulidonis” (I think)- beautiful girl. Growing a second head. Love her. - Ghost, the Echeveria... Ghost- Beautiful. Still alive. Love her. - Tippy, the Echeveria “tippy”- One of my first succulents. Alive. Thriving. Plump. - Julien, the Echeverai I have no idea- Also a first. Small, had a rough time, but alive. - Anya, the Echeverai “agave”- Named after my friend. Lorge. Happy. Bedroom (AKA the plant room) -Calathea “Zebrina”- Fussy as hell, somehow putting out a new leaf every damn week. - Calathea “Pinstripe”- unhappy but alive. No new leaves, adjusting to a new pot. - Calathea “Vittata”- Adjusting still. New leaf coming in. Fussy. - Calathea “Orbifolia”- Newest addition. Lots of new leaves. Seems pleased. - Pilea peperomiodies- Unhappy. Might be sick. IDK what to do with it. - Jenna the Peperomia Obtusifolia variegated- First plant. Just repotted her. Adjusting but alive. Tall and beautiful. Named after Jenna Marbles. - Gilly the Moth Orchid- New addition. First orchid. Just repotted her. Love her already. - Avi the Avocado Tree- Experiment with a seed turned into a tree. - Ficus elastica “burgundy”- first rubber tree. Love him SO much. - Ficus elastica “rubi”- second rubber tree. SO pretty. - Big Julie the Peperomia “parallel”- Somehow alive. Lorge. Love her. - Peperomia “Golden Gate”- Dying. Almost dead really. Did NOT like winter. - Peperomia “Hope”- Leggy but living. Seems unhappy though. - Hoya wyetti variegated- Found this for 10 bucks. Growing like MAD. Love him. named him Narancia. - Tortellini the Hoya compacta variegated- also a bargain find. Not growing much, lil wrinkly. Love him anyway. - Fugo, the Hoya Obovata- Just put out his first new leaf and WOW is it pretty! - Trish, the Hoya Krimson Princess- First Hoya I got. Love her. beautiful. Stunning. - Hoya curtisii- new, smol. Found him at the farmer’s market and screamed like a plant nut. - Units 1 and 2, Hoya compacta- One plant split into two pots. Massive. One vine is almost 3 feet long and I love it. - Giorno, the Hoya brevialata- Growing like a gangstar. Bright green and so cute. - Hoya kerrii variegated- bought off of facebook over a year ago. JUST starting to put out new growth. Love those leaves. <3 - Burt the Hoya sp. aff burtoniae- Flower. power. So many blooms. Fuzzy leaves. Love him. Long. Trailing. BEAUTIFUL. - Bruno the Hoya Australis- Lorge boy. Massive. New leaf every five minutes. - Diavolo the Hoya Krimson Queen- Not growing but pretty. Alive. Wife got him for me. - Wrinkles the Hoya pubicalyx- Mister Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop. More leaves than I can count. Splashy and beautiful. Overachiever of the bunch.