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... not attached to my other post-opc stuff (probably), but! some silly nonsense combining 'thunderstorms' prompt from polyship week with just. throwing a couple of my ships that I usually keep to seperate works together into a polycule to see what would happen. A proper exploration of the dynamics sometime might be fun, but for now...

Rather than explaining, have a little diagram. The polycule network if I'm doing this proper is MUCH bigger, but mini one just for this fic specifically. Johnny-Arthur is dotted as they're not really sure where they stand (also Arthur DEFINITELY would have more branches, but they are not appearing in this fic)

The phone ringing wakes Johnny up. He has been feeling a bit off all day, and so decided lying down was the better option; its not surrender to reduce your chances of face planting into the kitchen floor. Somehow he had fallen asleep, and also manage not to stab himself with the cross-point needle.

It's blunter than the full embroidery ones - he knows not to bring those to bed - but if he's feeling too shit for real physio he might as well do something asked of him.

Delicate movements, visible progress, try to tame shaking and janky hands.

Now he looks the entire ring is missing; Rubens must have checked on him, and set it to one side.

A buzz breaks his attention and - right. Phone.

Ideas slipping. He hates it, but its new.

It is not his phone ringing but Rubens', having been abandoned on the bedside table. Johnny reaches for it anyway - everyone who they want to talk to understands its not Johnny's phone and Rubens' phone, but Johnny and Rubens' phones.

"Hey," he thinks he says, groggy from the interrupted nap. "Who is it?"

"'Sup Johnny" sure enough, Balu takes the swapped phones in his stride. "You two doing alright?"

"I think so?" The question alone banishes… less grogginess than it once would have, but certainly some. "What's wrong? Is everything fine with you?"

"I'm good," Balu hastens to reassure. "Just, there's a storm warning out."

"And?" Why would… that matter? They're not near any waterways, and far enough from sewer grates to not need to worry about them overflowing.

"Migraine pills?" Balu does at least sound amused.

Three years ago, Johnny would have slapped his own head for forgetting that. As it is, he settles on swearing and rummaging around in the drawer.

And if he needs his pills…

"Oi Rubens!" He yells, pretty sure he'll be heard. "You got a minute?"

Balu laughs on the other end of the line, and Johnny pretends to ignore them as he reminds himself which - and how many - pills to take. The box has its own instructions, but inside is a handwritten note from all their experiments before.

Storm, storm, storm…

Remind Rubens to take his anxiety meds, too; Johnny's pills knock him even more sideways, it's just better than without them. Rubens... The lightning tends to bring flashbacks, and with those panic attacks, and Johnny is not going to have the fortitude to help him through it.

He's still reading the note and still being laughed at when Rubens pops his head around the door.

"Johnny?"

"Balu's on the phone for you," Johnny starts with, handing it over and taking the laughter from his hearing. "Says there's a storm coming; could you grab me some water? And you might want your meds too?"

Rubens hums, but does pluck the correct sheet from the drawer. Only once he has done that does he take the phone, putting it to his ear with a "Balu?"

A moment, and then.

"No."

"No."

"Okay?"

"Bye."

Rubens hangs up, and passes the phone back to Johnny. Johnny puts it on the counter while Rubens goes to get water.

It takes longer than Johnny would expect for Rubens to return. He is just starting to worry when Rubens creaks open the door, two glasses in hand. Johnny takes one as Rubens sits down, and together they take their medication.

Only after he's swallowed it does Balu realise that Rubens has changed into his pyjamas and, yeah okay, the pressure changes are already definitely getting to his head. He gives the water a few moments to go down, before flopping onto the pillows.

A few seconds later, Rubens joins him. Half sprawled over him, half tucked into his side, and with a hand over Johnny's eyes.

They both know how this goes by now; Johnny gets comfortable, and places his own hands over Rubens' eyes.

There is little point in speaking as they wait for the storm, so they just tuck into one another. Johnny, on consideration, thinks the best use of time is to fall asleep.

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It is a little while later Johnny wakes to his bedroom door cracking open. Immediately he is on high alert - no matter the pain, no matter the blurred vision, Rubens is in his arms and nothing should be at the door. It has not been long enough for his meds to properly kick in, but he can push aside the pounding to assess a potential threat. He lies, and he waits, and pretends to be asleep.

And yet, it doesn't come in.

"Hey," a familiar, non-threatening voice says instead. "Balu, Ivete, and I came over. They're making some food, if you're feeling up to it."

Mother Mary, no, he cannot think of anything worse than eating right now - except, perhaps, movement.

And yet, from the kitchen, Johnny can hear the sounds of both cooking and messing around. Laughter and clashing pans, and it's not much good for his head but… he can handle it, far away as the kitchen is.

Wait who is it, he knows them, he's just…

Answer the question.

"We're fine," Johnny says, careful not to wake Rubens as he keeps sleeping on - the lightning hurts Johnny physically, but his memories are far less intense. "just come in, Arthur; I can see your pyjamas from here."

And he can; those trousers are definitely designed for sleeping in, even if hidden by the long coat.

They all know how storms go by now.

And sure enough, Arthur barely waits for the offer. He discards his coat to reveal no shirt at all, and kicks off borrowed slippers as he scrambles into the bed. He squirms into place, pressing against Rubens' back - looping his arm over him and to touch Johnny's shoulder. Johnny shuffles to move it somewhere better, but lets him do what he wants.

Rubens also adjusts, not nearly awake enough to truly understand what is happening, but clinging to Johnny with one hand, and now Arthur's arm with the other.

Johnny shushes him back to sleep, and sees Arthur doing the same.

Their eyes meet, and up close... It gives Johnny a chance to actually assess his condition.

It doesn't look like Arthur's been sleeping enough; his eyes are dark, and movements a little slow. Johnny won't be having that, especially if he can get him to also sleep and so avoid conversation with this headache. He reaches around, pulling at the blankets until they cover him. Once he is done he pulls his arm back, wrapping it back into place around Rubens. Arthur's stays where it was, resting on his shoulder.

Arthur says something, but the movement caused the migraine to spike. Johnny has no idea what he said, and knows that asking for clarification will never work.

"Pyjamas mean sleep," Johnny tells him instead, deciding to avoid it entirely. "Shush."

He does recognise the mouthed apology, and how Arthur tucks himself tighter into Rubens' back. Content this will solve at least two problems, Johnny curls a little more around them in turn.

Arthur clutches at his shoulder.

Johnny… He does not know Arthur as well as he knows Rubens, or Balu, or even Ivete. But he does know that Arthur is a tactile young man, and one who has known the worst of consequences at that. If he's clinging…

Well, Johnny untangles one of his arms from Rubens, using the other to pull him a little closer. He takes that arm and reaches across himself, over to touch Arthur…

He doesn't know how to hold him, is only used to Rubens and his preferences, and so settles for cupping the back of his head.

It seems to get the point across; Arthur relaxes under Johnny's arm, falling almost into putty as he idly tangles fingers into his hair.

Johnny forces himself to stay awake another few moments, just to make sure. But Johnny does not hear more words - sense-making or otherwise - and neither Arthur nor Rubens indicate any distress. At this distance the surely loud laughter in the kitchen is a quiet reassurance, barely audible over the thunder and the rain.

And so, he allows pain and medication to drag him back under, and to sleep.

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commission for @wsdanon!!!

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Felps December 21-22 Weekend Event \o/

this will be a little weekend event all about Felps’ characters \o/!! Below will be the prompts, and any sort of creation will be accepted: fics, art, webweaves, edits, posts, stimboards—as long as it’s centred on one of Felps’ characters, it works \o/!!

(also please feel free to make stuff in Portuguese! And if you want to make something anonymously you can send it to my askbox)

(thank you @/factorialsotherfandoms for helping with these pictures)

notes on prompts: you only have to pick one word per day, but you can do as many as you’d like + combine from other days if you’d like (for eg: loyalty + fluff). the bonus word can either be incorporated into one of these two days, or you can do an extra day \o/

reblogs appreciated! the tag for this will be felpsweekend2024

this will be a sfw event so no nsfw content. if you have any other questions about rules please feel free to ask

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welcome to the fuga4week!!

• any kind of artwork is accepted!! Make sure to either tag this blog or post under the fuga4week tag!!

• the event will start on 1/12 and "end" on 7/12 (day/mont), but after day 7 you can still post the prompts!

• there is only one person behind this so please be patient!

• there is no need of posting the prompts on their exatcly day, just have fun! o/

• If you have any questions you can ask on inbox!

(rules bellow!!)

• sexual content are not going to be acepted

• having wilbur or forever on any piece are not going to be acepted (minus if the piece is something with the cubitos and their f or w cúbitos happened to be there, like a screenshot or gif)

• AI "artwork" are not going to be acepted

• if you piece has others fanarts on It, make sure to tag the original artists!

• traced/stolen pieces are also not going to be acepted

• again, If you have any question, ask on inbox o/

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WOAAH hello everypony!!! My comissions are open!!! :D

If you are interested, please contact me via my tumbrl dm, If you want to i can also pass my discord account, and the final product will be send via email!!

if you want to see more examples of my art checkout my art blog!! o/ @gh0stsilly

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Felps December 21-22 Weekend Event \o/

this will be a little weekend event all about Felps’ characters \o/!! Below will be the prompts, and any sort of creation will be accepted: fics, art, webweaves, edits, posts, stimboards—as long as it’s centred on one of Felps’ characters, it works \o/!!

(also please feel free to make stuff in Portuguese! And if you want to make something anonymously you can send it to my askbox)

(thank you @/factorialsotherfandoms for helping with these pictures)

notes on prompts: you only have to pick one word per day, but you can do as many as you’d like + combine from other days if you’d like (for eg: loyalty + fluff). the bonus word can either be incorporated into one of these two days, or you can do an extra day \o/

reblogs appreciated! the tag for this will be felpsweekend2024

this will be a sfw event so no nsfw content. if you have any other questions about rules please feel free to ask

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commission for @wsdanon!!!

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commission for @wsdanon!!!

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mumbo is nothing if not consistent, at least (episode 1 vs episode 5)

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unsurprising pfft

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if anyone else got the % screen for felps could you please tell me what % you got? I like statistics I want to compare myself with other tumblr users and such \o/

unsurprising pfft

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forcing every character into romance or found family ruins character discussion imo

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Just girls chilling while the world burns ☕💕

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unsurprising pfft

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dara alice venturini

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My (still) unnamed vampire and ghost spiderbit au thread fic edition <3

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Cell is stuck. It's not the first time in his life he's been stuck, but it's probably the worst. Trapped in a cave on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere. He had an easy escape. Keyword: had. In his rage of being tricked and a stupid attempt at freeing himself, that escape no longer exists. Cell does not regret much in his life. His list of regrets is very small. Selling his mortal soul at the mere age of fourteen is isn't on that list. Ruining his one chance at escape is. He'll die of starvation or thirst. It's kinda funny.

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Cell sees an angel. The angel bends down and tells him that it's going to hurt. The teeth in his neck do hurt, the angel wasn't wrong. Cell has his out.

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Cellbit has never felt more hungry in his life. A lie. Cellbit's list of regrets is long, and sticking his fangs into a poor human's neck will be on it in the morning.

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Cellbit has had smarter ideas, but stowing away on a cargo ship isn't the worst idea he's had. A small child is holding Felps' hand. Cellbit knows he is not good with kids, but this one will be different. This trip doesn't end up on Cellbit's long list of regrets.

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