#so I had to ask my pals for some help heh

[minty-playhouse]

Do you have those pictures of john in a skirt, I think Kenny is also there? For the life of me I cant find them

I got you fam!

[donteverblameash]

Ya'll ever like HE'S MY DAD, and he doesn't exist?

Anyways, here's some Bucky Barnes as your dad HCS!

Strictly platonic! Hcs under the cut :)

-Bucky likes to sleep in, especially on the weekends, don't expect anything to be happening around the house until AT LEAST 10 am

-And even after that, he loves lazy mornings.

-He's sipping coffee, and you're half asleep against him with the TV on as background noise as his hand threads through your hair.

-Bucky likes taking walks with you around the neighborhood. He needs the fresh air.

-With little ones (and big kids!), he loves playing games. Soccer? He'll be goalie. Hide and seek? He'll count. Tag? You're it.

-And he will play apart!

-Yes, he'll do the voices. Your little hand is now a phone!? Is someone calling? If you want him to be a fairy princess, alright, he knows he left that tutu around here somewhere-

-Likes to hold hands with you as he has a big fear of losing you in crowds (probably because SOMEONE in the 40s kept on slipping off the get into trouble)

-He is confused by and just a little scared of teens.

-Don't try and get him into social media. Please.

-"I don't understand what all these words are. Are these people?" "It's the comment section, dad. Yes. They are real people." This guy just said I'm a 10. What does that mean?? I'm not a damn number."

-He pretty much believes teenagers are just overgrown toddlers.

-"Whats that? Oh, we're pouting now? I can pout, too! See?"

-Then he will proceed to have the most annoying pouty face ever until you break and laugh.

-Bucky just cares and notices so much. He sympathizes and empathizes.

-"They've had an off day, probably a long day at school, so they'll probably fall asleep in the car. I'll carry them in and order their favorite."

-Having a bad day? Do you want him to stay? Go? Get you something, hold you, turn on a show? He'll do it.

-In a bad situation, need him to come pick you up? He's getting his shoes on now. He's on his way.

-If something bad happens, he's the first to hold you. First, to tell you it's okay and that he'll help. He'll kiss your forehead and pick you up and brush you off.

-"Now, now. Wipe those tears. That's it. Stop your crying, I'm right here. You're so strong. I'm so proud. It's gonna be fine, I gotcha."

-Will sing you a lullaby. Even if it's a little out of key, he'll sing to you.

-Has a love for proudly introducing you to people, holding onto your shoulders with a beaming grin as he asks you if you want to say your name.

-Tries not to be too emotional, but he can't help it! Birthdays and graduations? Tears.

-"Heh, don't look at me, kid, your old dad's just being stupid... I'm so proud of you, though."

-When Bucky is in a grumpy mood, you can almost always cheer him up. He'll wrap an arm around you and squeeze you tight, and you can feel the weight being lifted off his shoulders.

-If he gets overexcited he'll pick you up and set you on his hip (you could be 3 or 26. He doesn't care he can and will do it)

-And he WILL spin you around until you're laughing and dizzy.

-Unintentionally embarrasses you.

-Like he's so blunt and forward sometimes.

-"Awh, look, this was from back when you were six. You threw an absolute fit before this picture over toys..." "Dad!" "Well, you did."

-Bucky Barnes is the sassiest man alive and in turn raised sassy kids.

-But sometimes he can't handle the sass back, go figure.

-"Do NOT take that tone with me!"

-"I've had it up to HERE-"

-"Newsflash pal..."

-Good at picking up on how you're feeling.

-"Do you wanna go home?" "Do you not feel well?" "Feelin' shy? Need me to do the talking?" Things like that.

-He also does other soft little things.

-Buying you your favorite candy bar when he goes out

-Tying your shoes (Does the Lil bunny ears)

-Leaves you a note in your lunch box.

-Automatically goes to check your forehead when he sees you feeling off.

-Tucks your head against his chest or shoulder during hugs.

-Puts his tongue between his teeth when he's trying to help you with your homework.

-Bonks your head gently when your being a goof

-Uses slang in the wrong contexts because it ticks you off a little.

-Blows on your cuts and scrapes when you get them.

-Holds your hand and says, "Hey, just look at me," when you get shots.

-Reads you, the Hobbit.

-Treats you like your his favorite person because you are his favorite person.

ALRIGHT WERE DONE 🗣🗣🗣

Feel free to leave requests in my ask box!

[chronic-hyperfixator]

Sam: *walks into New Avengers tower*

Bucky, laughing nervously: Hey!

Bucky: So, uh… how’s the place?

Sam: You know, it’s funny you should mention that cause I was thinking… what’s with the boxes?

Bucky: Oh, uh… actually I have some news.

John: Hey, Buck, is that Sam guy gonna come by and pick up his moose hat or should I just toss it out?

Bucky: Well, uh, why don’t you ask him yourself? Sam, this is my new teammate, Walker.

John: Nice to meet you.

Sam: Likewise. Uh, I’ll take that. That’s uh… what I came for. So this is new. Where’d you two meet?

John: On the street, he was being chased by Valentina. I helped him save New York. *laughs awkwardly*

Bucky: We got to talking, he said he needed a place and I had a spare room.

Sam: Oh, heh. Now it’s a spare room?

Bucky: Well, yeah, in that it’s not being used and I have it to spare.

Sam: Well, I got what I came for. I’ll see you guys.

Bucky: Hey, Sam? When did you start using moose in your hair?

John: *laughs* Is this guy great or what?

Sam: Yeah. Yeah, he is.

[LATER, THE OTHER THUNDERBOLTS GOSSIPING]

Bob: I can’t believe he has a new teammate. Who is this guy?

Ava: Uh, Walker something. He just met him.

Yelena: It’ll never last. He’s just a rebound teammate.

[THE NEXT DAY]

John: Hey, Sam. What’s going on, man?

Sam: Walker.

Bucky: Morning.

Sam: Morning. I just came by to pick up my mail. Where’s the mail?

Bucky: Oh! It’s over there on the table.

Sam: You don’t keep it over here on this table anymore?

Bucky: No, Walker likes to keep it over there.

John: Alright. Here you go my friend. Eggs a la John.

Bucky: Ooh, ooh. Oh, oh. That’s great.

Sam: Huh.

Bucky: What?

Sam: I just thought you liked your eggs with the bread with the hole in the middle …a la me.

Bucky: Well, I do, but Walker makes them this way. And well, they’re pretty darn good.

John: Well, you guys… I’m out of here. See ya, pals.

Bucky: See ya.

Sam: So, how you two getting along?

Bucky: I couldn’t be happier.

Sam: Great. Well, I’m happy for you.

Sam: *trying to pour juice from an empty carton* Alright, that’s it! He comes in here, Mr. Johnny New Eggs with his moving the mail, and his “See ya pals.” And now there’s no juice! There’s no juice for the people who need the juice and want the juice! I need the juice.

Bucky: There’s another carton right over there.

Sam: …

Sam: Hey! This isn’t about juice anymore, alright, man?

Bucky: Alright. So what’s it about?

Sam: Eggs. Whose eggs do you like better? His or mine?

Bucky: Well, I like both eggs equally.

Sam: Oh, come on! Nobody likes two different kinds of eggs equally. You like one better than the other and I wanna know which!

Bucky: What’s the difference? Your eggs aren’t here anymore, are they? You took your eggs and you left! Did you really expect me to never find new eggs?

[A FEW DAYS LATER]

Bucky: Bob! Play with me!

Bob: No! Why don’t you play with your roommate?

Bucky: Oh, he’s not a big fan of foosball.

Bob: Uh-oh. Ooh, are we not getting along with the new boy?

Bucky: No, he’s alright. He’s just uh… he spends most of his time in his room.

Bob: Maybe that’s because you haven’t taken the time to get to know him. Let’s remedy that, shall we.

Bucky: We don’t need to remedy that.

Bob: Oh, yeah, it’ll be fun. *knocks on John’s door*

John: What was that?

Bob: Hi! I just thought that it would be fun if the three of us had some beers and got to know each other.

John: Yeah, that sounds alright.

Bob: Oh, good! Okay. Oh, no, I have to go because I’m late for my… *sighs* Green Eggs and Ham discussion group. And tonight it’s why he would not eat them on a train. Have fun! Bye.

Bucky: That was so lame.

Bob: *chuckle* I know, yeah. Okay, talk to him.

Bucky: So, you, uh… you think that Speed Racer guy gets a lot of tickets or…

[AFTER TALKING FOR A WHILE]

John: That’s good. That’s good. So who broke up with who?

Bucky: Are you kidding? I broke up with her. She actually thought that Sean Penn was the capitol of Cambodia.

John, laughing: That’s good, man. When everybody knows that the capitol of Cambodia is…

Bucky: Well it’s not Sean Penn.

John: Not Sean Penn.

John: Alright, I got a funny one. My last wife, Oliva, okay? We’re eating breakfast, right. I made all these pancakes. There was like 50 pancakes, right? And all of the sudden, she turns to me, alright. And she says “John?”, and I say, “Yes”, she says “John, I think we should get a divorce.” And it was literally like she had reached into my chest, ripped out my heart and smeared it all over my life. You know, now there’s like this incredible abyss, you know, and I’m falling and I keep falling and I don’t think I’m ever gonna stop. *laughing hysterically*

John: That wasn’t such a funny story, was it?

[AFTER MULTIPLE PROBLEMS WITH JOHN]

John: *struggling to use his key* Oh no, you gotta be… *knocks on the door*

Bucky: May I help you?

John: Why doesn’t my key work? And what’s all my stuff doing downstairs?

Bucky: Oh, I’m sorry. Have we met?

John: It’s Walker, you freak. Your teammate.

Bucky: I’m sorry, I already have a teammate.

Sam, waving: Hello.

Bucky: Yeah, he’s lived here for years. I don’t know what you’re talking about, man.

John: No, no, no. Cause he moved out and I moved in.

Bucky: I think we’d remember something like that.

Sam: I know I would.

John: Oh… that’s a good point. Wow. I guess I got the wrong apartment then. You know, I’m terribly sorry.

Sam: Hey, no problem.

Bucky: See ya. *closes the door* Goodbye, you taco shield-wielding psychopath.

[yourlittlettoy]

Hi Cece!! I’ve been wanting to ask you a question about your experiences with gang t-wording, especially the one in Japan with 9 (10 ?) lers! I’ve only ever done one-on-one, but I’ve always wondered what being gang t-worded everywhere AT THE SAME TIME would feel like. Unfortunately I am too chicken to try that my self lol.

But if you’re being t worded by 4 people, are you 4x more t-wordish, or is there a point where it doesn’t intensify? Do you feel the t wording on your sides, armpits, and feet TOGETHER, or what does that feel like?

And my last question is, do you have any advice for someone who’s too chicken to try something like that 🙃

Thank you Cece 🥰🥰

Hi pal!! Omg what a good QUESTION 😁😁😁!!! I really had to take some time to reflect on this one but I think I have an answer accurate to my experience now 👀 I thinkkkk LOL

So, firstly, YES to me i do feel every single little touch everywhere LOL, i feel like i can still differentiate the different sensations in different spots? One can be worse than the other? Painfully aware of just how many spots are being intruded upon at once 😜 heh 😅👀. Having said that.. to me, I don’t think it gets “4x more t-wordish” per se… in the way that, if I was brought to 100% suffering from one spot, adding a second spot doesn’t take me to 200%? HOWEVER, I think it still DOES intensify to have more spots got at once regardless becauseeeee…

For example like having two spots going at 100% means that even if the first spot drops in effectiveness in ANY degree.. as long as the second spot is still at 100%… my overall suffering levels are still at max capacity 100% deadly panic mode LOL. Having said that… gang sessions usually mean that you’re kept at your 100% max suffer level throughout the ENTIRETY of the time it’s going on, which is usually something that even the most relentless solo sessions don’t quite reach? What I mean by that is like…

In my experience, during solo sessions I can usually get at LEAST a few seconds of respite every so often… like when the ler is going from one spot to the next and you get like half a second during the time their hands are moving spots. Or during the second it takes when they’re switching tools. If they need to adjust their grip… or even in the milliseconds I got from being able to successfully wiggle away just enough to change the pressure of their touch before their hands catch back up to me. In solo sessions, whether meaning to or not, respite can be forced by me even in the tiniest amounts. (For the record I’m not saying getting respite is a bad thing to me lmao. Both have their charms 🤪, with or without! Sometimes it’s nice to not be panicked CONSTANTLY too, as these times are typically the best conditions for intentional headspaces to be cooked up 👀😇)

But in gang sessions?? In my experience I’ve literally never had a second where at least one spot wasn’t being got in the most effective and unbearable way humanly possible 😅. If it’s not this spot… it’s gonna be that one. If i wiggle away from this hand, I’ll be smashing myself into the hand on the other side! If the death spot on my [REDACTED] is being moved away from, the one on my [REDACTED] has begun to ramp up… you get the gist 😅 PLUS the overwhelming sense of helplessness as there is an abundant amount of hands and bodies and teases and attention and AHHH just everything! Panic panic panic! 100% intensity forever! 🤭🥳🥵🤩

Anywayyy i hope this was helpful at all :’) for anyone else that’s been ganged, do you guys have any input? I’d be curious to hear how everyone else experiences it too!

As for advice, i totally understand how it can be daunting :’) but it helps a lot to be surrounded by people you trust! 🥰 i wish u all the best in your future endeavours and I hope everything you’ve ever wanted comes true exactly the way you wanted it! 😚🩷

[ndcolis]

— somethin’ stupid like “i love you.”

song: Somethin’ Stupid by Frank Sinatra

pairing: two x gaty

genre: fluff, (?) drunken confessions

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a/n BET YALL DIDNT KNOW I LILE TPOT!!! a trade w my pooksie @yoylerie !!! twogaty fic for a milliot edit 🫶🏼 showed this to them earlier, i don’t know if it’s in character so it’s probably ooc, so, im sorry.. hehe.

The loud club-like music was blasting throughout the room, the catchy noise splitting her eardrums.

Gaty was standing in the corner, alone, with a singular red solo cup keeping her company. Her eyes darted around the room, seemingly looking for something— er— someone.

“Uh.. T-Two?” She weakly called out, her head spinning in all directions, trying to find her best pal.

She then walked a little further from her original position, nudging what seems like hundreds of people, trying to find her best friend.

Gaty recognizes a little green guy sitting on the couch in the corner, seemingly taking a nap. Dozens of red solo cups are scattered next to him, reaching the floor.

She quickly walked over to them, some purpose in her step.

The periwinkle gal sat down on the couch, before placing her hands on Two’s shoulders and shaking them.

“Two!” The girl exclaimed, the deep concern for her friend prominent in her voice.

Two’s eyes quickly batted open at the sound of their friend calling their name, eyes widening at the sight of Gaty, seemingly worried for this friend of hers.

“A-ah, Gatyyyy! How are yaaaaaa..? Enjoying the hic party?” The integer drunkenly asked. Their speech was a tad bit slurred.

Gaty took notice of the scene they were in, and what could have possibly caused them to act this way. Yeah, no. Two was definitely drunk.

“Two..!? What happened!?” Gaty almost immediately questioned, cupping the even number’s face and firmly observing their features.

A tipsy smile quickly played on Two’s lips, giggling like a girl in a toy store. “I had a biit.. too many drinkssss..” They spat out, staring into Gaty’s lavender eyes.

The periwinkle purple tried to lift the number up, her intentions being clear. “Oh-kay.. time to sober up, Two.” She muttered under her breath.

As Gaty tried to get Two to their room, she blinked and boom. They were both there, in Two’s bedroom, with Two already in their night cap.

“Heh.”

To say Gaty was shocked was an understatement.. but it was a pleasant surprise. Hey, at least it was easier for her now.

“Alright..” She mumbled to herself, searching around the room for something that could help her friend sober up.

Two quietly admired Gaty’s features, how pretty she looked in the dim lighting of their bedroom. Even though their vision was— well— not so great, they could still tell that their best pal looked amazing, as always!

“You’re prettyyy..” Two drunkenly blurted out, giggling nonstop.

Gaty almost immediately stopped what she was doing. A soft, pink powder crept upon her face, averting her gaze to the host infront of her.

“O-oh. Thanks..” She said, as she stood up and grabbed the bottle of milk sitting on Two’s nightstand.

Gaty knew that Two didn’t really mean what they meant. They were in a drunken state. Only stupid people believe whatever a drunk person is saying.

But that thought didn’t stop Gaty from wishing that Two did mean it.

Gaty continued to care for the green guy, trying to get them to freshen up.

She pressed the bottle’s opening to their lips, watching them slowly drink their milk. Watching as they slowly started drifting off into slumber.

“Are you feeling alright, Two?” Gaty asked, tilting her head to the side.

Two yawned, their eyelids slowly dropping. “Mhmm.. am’ mkay’..”

The green brit could barely see. Their eyelids were growing heavy, but they were trying to stay up for your best pal. And they could see that their best pal was not happy right now.

“Ohhh.. cmon’ Gatyy.. Smilee! Ya’ look nice when you do..” Two exclaimed, they really did think their best friend was beautiful all the time.

To say Gaty was at a loss of words is an understatement. The soft pink power crept back up on her face, this time, a deeper shade of maroon sat on her cheeks. She felt her face burn up at their sweet words. She didn’t know what to do.. to stay neutral? smile?

Her lips curled into a small smile, trying to please her friend.

As Two dozed off to sleep, Gaty wondered if she should get going and go to sleep, to leave Two on their own to have their rest. She quietly stood up from her place on the bed, dusting herself off.

“W..Wait!” Two called out, seemingly in a disappointed tone.

“Pleaseee stay.. Don— Don’t goooo..”

Gaty stood there, still utterly confused.

I mean, what was she supposed to do? Was she supposed to sleep in the same bed as her friend? No! She wouldn’t do that!

…

Yet, she sat back down, sitting next to Two’s place on the bed.

“Fine.”

Two smiled, still a little bit tipsy from all the drinks they had not too long ago.

“G’night.. Gatyy.. Love ‘ya..”

Gaty’s eyes suddenly widened at their words, their confession of love very unexpected. If she was burning then, now she was scalding. An even deeper shade of maroon.

The next words are either going to be the worst choice of words possible, or the best. And yet, she still found those words rolling off her tongue, like it was the easiest thing she’d ever say.

“I love you too, Two.”

[sweetmage]

WIP Wmonday!!! 🎉

WIP From the upcoming chapter 3 of Perennial, my alternate ending/Verso character study longfic! 😊

Here we have a little scene of Verso and Monoco flirting, uhh I mean foreplay, no wait, I mean fighting! Just a couple of guys being pals!

BIG SPOILERS AHEAD, BTW!

"Late night stroll all by yourself, handsome?" That gravelly lilt preceded heavy footfalls and the clang of an old bell.

"Oh fuck off Monoco," he sighed, despite slowing for him to catch up.

"You wanted me to follow you. You always walk slower when you want me to tag along," Monoco asserted, and Verso had to begrudgingly admit he had a point.

"I was just... going for a walk."

"In the opposite direction of a touching family reunion. A good friend wouldn't leave you alone," he said, coming to rest his arm over Verso's shoulder. "And I am nothing if not a good friend."

"Heh. That you are. Before you ask, I'm not really in the mood for a brawl, sorry to disappoint."

"You sure? Because you definitely look like you could use one."

A long, troubled sigh heaved from his chest, his shoulders slumping. "Some other time."

"Fine. Later. In the mean time, tell me what's eating at you so I have some ideas."

"I don't know, maybe the fact that I'm trying to convince a child to take my life?" Verso said, pushing himself away and letting the facade slip. "Oh have convinced, depending on how you look at it."

"So you're still going through with it then," Monoco concluded, even, neutral. Of course he was too good of a friend to judge, but that made the sting of guilt even worse.

"I'm sorry,” he said, more out of habit than anything. “You know how it is."

"Well, I've got a lot of theories," he joked, but quickly dropped the playfulness when Verso didn't bite. "But, yeah, I get it. Just..."

"I'm sorry," he said again, this time with his head hung. "You've been the best friend a guy like me could have asked for. More than I've deserved. Never known a more loyal man, nor one so skilled at making a fight into a party."

"Verso—"

"Okay..." Slinging his hand down to his side, his weapon materialized and, with a smirk, he readied his stance. "You know what? Maybe I am in the mood."

"That's more like it," Monoco agreed, taking his own stance and preparing to transform. But first, "Just promise me that when the time comes, you won't do it half-assed."

"I'm many things, but I'm no coward. I promise to go out in style."

"If this is the end of the road for us all then I will see you in hell, you big bastard. But until then..." Monoco said, just before taking the shape of a Luster of formidable height, pointed arms primed to stab.

"Red suits you. You should consider that for your normal hair," Verso said before he rushed in, ducking under the swing of his arms to strike at his back.

Monoco, too quick for such a move, caught Verso's blade in the point of his shoulder, flinging his arm back to send him skidding across the cobblestone. "Save your compliments for someone who'll appreciate them," he taunted, striking the ground Verso had just managed to roll free from, leaving a crater where his jab struck stone. "I know I look good."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, old friend," he panted, clutching at his ribs.

"Like a babe." With a wicked laugh, he charged forward, and they danced until they were breathless, bleeding, laughing through the pain.

The way they knew each other, could anticipate every twitch of a muscle or tell in a breath, it was so easy for Verso to melt into movements like they were one thrashing, chaotic being with a shared mind, a single purpose. But when he saw it, that opening, when he pulled himself back just enough to finally land the upper hand...

Verso swung his blade to thrust the end up at his throat, but Monoco caught him in the same position, the tapered end of his arm at his jugular, pressing just hard enough to draw a bead of blood.

"Your move, my friend," Monoco taunted, the edge to his voice just as dangerous as the point of his arm.

"Tsk. I could still slice you open from this vantage," Verso snarled, a wide grin splitting his face as he drew his blade back, just a little, stabilizing his stance. "Don't think I won't. Any last words, you smug bastard?"

"Yeah," he huffed. "I win."

Verso was ready, he thought, but Monoco was too quick, kicking his feet right out from under him and letting him drop to the ground like a sack of flour, drawing back to deliver a final blow.

"Je me rends!" he cried out just as Monoco's pike almost met his belly, stopping just a hair short.

"I love to hear you say that," he gloated, releasing his form to take his victory stance, arms raised wide as he did a little lap. "I win. Again."

"Only by a hair," Verso groaned, gasping through a wide grin. "You got lucky."

"That's not what it looked like from my position," he said, holding out his hand to pull him up.

"Yeah? Well from mine it looked like I put up a damn good fight against a form twice my size."

"All I see now is a man desperately trying to protect his ego," Monoco deadpanned, patting him on the back.

"Bah. I just went easy on you."

[tparker48]

It was test week as Perez rushed to study for his exam, flipping through his small notes as he looked for information to grab. He flipped to the slides, speed reading through the contents as best he could, but his brain couldn't handle the length of the reading. It fried before he got to the end of the first page, pacing around the room anything that'll dismay him. That is, until Todd came into the room.

"You're freaking out bud" Todd said, closing the front door as he approached his friend.

"Freaking out? I'm off the walls! How am I gonna get this test done! I haven't studied a thing! Oh my Linebacking days are numbered."

Perez crashed upon the couch, his Thighs separating the cushions to make room for himself. He passed gas, its stench simmering through the cushions to the clear air above. Todd knew this stage of all too well, it's his coping mechanism. He grabbed a folder from the table, fanning against the stench as he guided himself to his best friend. He hated seeing him like this, the big guy really needed a breather. He transformed himself into a thin lining of tissue, carrying himself along the wing of the cool wind as he landed along his lap.

"Hanky?" Todd asked.

Among his wallowing, Perez gazed at him, picking up the corner of the tissue as he blew into it. tossing the used tissue along the pillow next to him. "Thanks.."

Todd nodded, forming back to his human form as he sat along the couch. His shirt coated with green snot, its murky stream climbing to his lap and soaking into his pants. He took off his shirt and tossed it away, turning back to Perez as he placed a palm at his shoulder. "You don't need those notes anyway, you've got me to help you out."

"The last I checked, you can't count worth for shit."

"Hey, I've got my merits. But who needs counting when you've got a transforming best friend? I can be a calculator, your shirt, even your pencil if need be. I can whisper you the notes and-" Perez clamped his fingers at Todd's lips.

"No, It has to be me who does it." He said, letting go of Todd as he slumped into the couch. Bubbles stirred through his gut like a boiler, fluttering out from his rear as it steamed into the cushions of the couch.

He's stubborn that's for sure, Todd thought, but he wasn't going to give up on his best pal so easily. There had to be some way for him to help out without him finding out. He placed a hand at his cheek, listening to the Rugby linebacker as his farts cracked beneath. Watching him fart into the couch, an idea sparked, smiling as he leaned into the side of Perez's gut.

"You know something, you're right, It does have to be you that does it. I can't do that for you."

"Glad you see it that way bud." Perez said.

"Mhm. But I can't just let ya mope about it this, it wouldn't be productive. Tell ya what, how's about you treat yourself to a best friend mat?"

Perez chuckled, turning toward Todd. "That again? didn't your nose learn the last time?"

"My nose is as resilient as my spirit." Todd winked "besides, you we both know you can't resist when I stick my face up there."

"Heh, I suppose so." Perez said. "Why not, I can't exactly think straight like this."

The cushion lifted from his thighs like a new landscape, standing to his full height as he pulled the fold bitten down by his ass crack. His rump jiggled in place to get a hold around its adjustment, Perez looking down Todd to signal he was ready. He didn't have to tell him twice, for as long as he could remember he always enjoyed his farts. But he never would admit it to him when it came down to it. He crack his finger shrinking to the couch as he formed himself into a cushion, a butt print sumk in the middle as it awaited for its fill.

The corner of the cushion tapped at the leathery couch as he aligned himself parallel to the giant backside, horizon of the crack hidden away by thin lining a white shorts. The legs began to bend over the couch. The large shadow casting over Todd as he gazed through the dented sockets. The mounds crashed upon him with a heavy thud, the air cushion within him compressed as it escaped beneath the giant weight.

Perez leaned overhead, catching the slim corner of the blue cushion. "You know can always tell me if its too heavy."

"And miss out on the holding your ass, no way." Todd replied.

Perez chuckled at the response, leaning back into the couch. His body relaxed, bubbles flowing from inside as it raced through his bowels to the end of his anus. With a squeeze, the rear blasted it gas upon Todd. Its fume was hot, tainting the clean air from the cushions pores as the weight increased harder. The smell of sulfur was nothing more than a welcoming, at least that's what Todd thought. He rubbed dented lining against the mouds, massaging the slim fabric to get a feel of the advancing backside.

Another blast came out, his through the shorts like a whisper as flowed over Todd like a cloud. But it dispersed as quickly as he came, a lifted leg releasing its bonds as it washed into the cool air. Minutes soon go by as Todd was fumed by Perez's farts, now no more flat than the cushion he sat on as he sunk into the gaps of the cushion. With the clock in the room began to ring, it came to an end as Perez yawned, getting up as he stretched his back.

"Now Look what you did, it's midnight." Perez said, fetching the pancaked cushion from the gaps of the couch.

"What can I say, you lose track of time when you're having fun am I right?"

Perez snorted, flicking playfully at the center of the cushion as Todd flinched. "Yeah well now I have to study in the morning."

"You'll be fine, I'll even wake you up." Todd said.

"Nah, you're a heavy sleeper as I am, I'm setting my alarm clocks, I have to be up extra early."

"Suit yourself." Todd Yawned. "I'm gonna hit the hay, I'll see you tomorrow."

Perez nodded, turning into his bed room as he closed the door. Todd walked around the corner, leaning an ear against the doorway to hear the 8nside. Soft steps wisped along the floor, scrunching as springs creaked behind. When he say the light leave his toes, he smiled as he approached his room, looking to the mirror that hanged on the wall.

"He's right, I might be able to help him with his test. However.." He paused, clapping his face between his palms. He rubbed over his cheeks like clay, pinching at a corner and squishing it into more folds. He removed his hands, looking in the mirror as his face disappeared, replaced by his best friend's. "The rules don't apply if he takes it himself right? Hehehe, you go ahead and sleep buddy, and your Todd will handle the rest.

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That morning, Todd ventured to Perez's class as he made his way to the exam. He couldn't remember what Perez was studying for. Math, Geology, he couldn't put his finger on it. But as he sat in his chair, and the tests were handed out, his face flushed as he gazed at the stacks of paper. Chemistry. Sweat dripped from the corner of his face, wiping his shirt as he reached for the pen. It's probably fine, Todd thought, it's probably gonna be a few definitions is all. He flipped open the page, and paused as he read the text. Clutter of numbers stacked against pictographs and charts, bubbles selected in a row with potential answers. Looking to the heavens, he prayed as he took the pencil, circling the bubbles as he followed down the page.

That hour was like a detective case, unmarked clued lingering among the answers to the questions presented. Only he didn't have the key, jotting mindlessly at the bubbles like a machine. If it wasn't C, it was D he always mottoed, jotting to the next pages as he answered them. When he finished the last bubble, he handed the paper in and left in a hurry, dashing corridors like ghost.

An hour went by since the test, deciding to grab a bite from the diner before he returned back to the dorm. There was no class today after all, why let it waste on a test when there's a ge at home to play. He entered the dorm, Perez's friends waiting for him as they pulled the handle.

"Yo! You're back already, that test must have been quick."

Perez left? For how long? "Uh, yeah. The test was pretty great. Lots of numbers am I right."

"You're telling me, the chemical section was a nightmare. Say, you on for the ge later."

"Maybe, but first I gotta get changed, can't practice on an jeans you know." Todd padded at one of the friends shoulders, making his way into his room as he closed the door. The sond the door clicked, he melted back into himself, shedding the burly clothes he burrowed as they slumped to the floor. "Finally I can breathe."

He stretched as he eyed the gaming comtroller alomg the table, his fingers itching to tap at its buttons. But his phone started to ring, aggressively as nearly tbled off the edge. Todd picked it up, looking to the screen as he gazed at the notifications. One of the notification stuckout, Perez's contact displaying itself at the bottom of the bar.

"You're fucked." It read in caps, missed calls filling the inbox as more came.

Todd began to sweat, placing his phone in his pocket. "You know, I think I'm gonna go on a walk today."

He opened his room door, stepping into the hallway as he sneaked into the kitchen. The moment he touched the knob, the door tackled Todd as he was swatted to the ground, clinging to the kitchen chairs as he slumped to the floor. A large mass stepped through the door, a backpack on their shoulder as they glared down at Todd.

"There you are!" Perez said.

"Oh shit."

Perez lashed his hand toward him, meeting the cold floor as Todd turned into a paper bird. He flapped through the hallways like a drunk pelican, A thicker silhouette following behind as palms clicked at the air.

"Will you chill out!" Todd said, arching his back as the stubby fingers glossed at his back.

"Chill out?! You messed with my exam! I said not to help me!"

"It was a quick stop by, nothing aside from THAT!" An hand stuck to his back,flinging him to the side of the hallway as he shifted to his human.

Todd pushed off as a heavy crash boomed behind him. He ran for his room ahead, but jerked as something soft struck his back, tripping him as he fell to the floor. "A bean bag? Where did he get a bean bag?"

A shadow casts overhead, Perez jumping through the air like a whale. "Bring that ass!"

"No thanks!" Todd threw the bean bag back, colliding against their torso as they rolled into a wall.

He turned himself into a snake, coiling himself against the meat forearm. He used his tail like a paddle, swatted the growling student as he flailed his fists in confusion. Todd looked to the closed doors surrounding him, eying his room that was half open. It's a straight shot from here, but he wasn't sure if he could make it from this position. He wheesed as a fist wrapped around him, to the far wall as he transformed back.

Perez growled, throwing the bean back as it shot through the corridor like a missle. Getting to his feet, his eyes locked on him as he reached for Todd.

"Shit!" He yelped, jumping through his legs. He stammered toward his door, Heavy steps behind him as the bass from their stomps boomed at his back.

He reached the door and slammed it shut, locking it before a thud sent him back. Bang after bang, he watched as the door rattled, the hinges breaking from the wall as the frame began to wobble.

"Think think think!" Todd paced around the room, looking for a place to hide himself. He looked to the pile of clothes cluttering his ankles, underwear slipping from his feet as he kicked it away. Wait, that was it, underwear.

He held the door as he forced himself to take slow breath, a glimpse of a pair of boxers flowing through his mind as a numbness took over. He closed his eyes, Shrinking in size as he felt himself expand, his skin turning to wool as he looked at his reflection in the glass. A side of his face was pulled by gravity as he slouched into view. A pair of underwear was all that filled the reflection, his own eye staring back at the fabric. "Perfect."

The door swung open, the wooden frame fallling over as a mass of an athlete stepped inside. A foot pinned Todd to the carpet, flattening him like a compressor as toes scrunched at his back. "Come on out you coward, face the music like a man." Perez said.

Todd's lips refused to move, pinned down by the thick soles. Not that he wanted to anyway, he was already pissed off as it was. The foot lifted from him, the student approached the mattress as he threw the cover from its surface. Turning to the closet as he yanked the door open. He seemed far enough for him to get a move on, he thought. He'd best get out of sight while he could. He moved across the floor like a caterpillar, inching himself to the side of the table as he aimed for the dresser.

Perez roared behind him, shaking Todd to his core as he fell limp.

"Where are you hiding?!" Perezsaid, throwing the clothes to the ground. He groaned as he retreated back to the door. "Fine then, be a bitch. You'll have to come out eventually."

He eyed the room, scanning the pile of books and posters along the wall. He looked floor as disks scattered around, a pair of underwear restimg near the drawer. He stopped over to it, grabbing the fabric as Todd nearly yelped.

"These look custom made, think I'll keep them as part of your apology."

Crumpled in his palm, Todd looked up the burly hand, the other other unzipping the pants that choked at his waist. His cock punched through their boxers, a drizzled spot crowning the front as it soaked into it. He took them off, tossing the dirty undergarments to his pillow before he was placed to the ground, feet stepping into as the hands pulled up.

Todd felt like he was being pulled apart, his face folding over the player's backside. It was warm, the plump mounds jiggling in attempts to shake him off. It wasn't so bad though, it cushioned the discomfort away from his face, but it didn't prepare for the trunk Perez had in the front. The sound of fabric stretching filled his ears, an oblong object bulldozing its way into his hole as it pushed out.

"These things are actually pretty comfy." Perez said.

From his squinted eyes, Todd watched the world rotate as his mattress came to view, zooming out to his frame as he moved through the hall. The earthy scent behind him flowed, wisping through his nostrils to the open air. His gaze twisted around the walls, the mounds grinding his eyes into different directions.

"All that running has made me hungry. Damn you Todd, now I have to dig into my stash."

"What stash?" Todd looked to the corner of the mounds as they rolled against him like a tide.

The space grew lighter as he entered the room, the carpet changing to a tiled floor as chairs scattered around. His gaze forced to the air, the fridge opening as Perez hummed to himself.

"There's nothing but dairy in here, this underwear won't be the same. But I guess that's Todd's problem." Perez said. Cups cluttered together, Perez moving as Todd's gaze turned to the opened fridge. Cheese, Milk, and yogurt dressed the door, closing as he entered the living room. A couch aligned in front of him, the back of the student's thick legs bending down as his vision turned to black.

Cups opened above, the weight from mounds sinking into the couch as Todd. Perez chowed down, their mouth sloppishly groaning as he wolfed down the pile of dairy. This situation wasn't new, Todd thought, of their daily sitting this one was no different. Perez can't stay mad forever, and it was only a matter of time before he got bored of wearing him. Yes, then he'll transform and he'll be clear. It was perfect.

Gurgl! A sound boomed from above, the mounds bulging as something bubbly made its way down. A trumpet sound erupted, the frowsty muscle flexing at his back as warmth shrouded over him like a smaug. It burned his nose, a sour scent invading him as he scrunched his face. This smell was different compared to his normal sessions, did he hold back on his farts? Todd thought. A single adjustment from Perez flattened him back, drawing him into the line of fire as the center of his face was bombarded by fart balsts.

"Here we go again, I barely started eating. But I'll be damned If I stop now." Perez said.

The mounds dragged against his face, unsure of where he was forced to look as he twisted around the darkness. A bright glow met his gaze as Perez tilted on his side, allowing him the chance to see the corner of the couch. A hand dropped an empty cup along the counter, it's fingers folding as two darted toward him.

The two fingers stamped at his face, impacting the center of his face as he shriveled into its funnel. His eyes flattened together as the finger drove deeper. The other side of him connecting against something soft, and earthy as the fingers brushed against it. By the way the tender surface clenched at the tip, he assumed it was the source to all of its stench. His asshole.

"Whatever this thing's made of, it's itchy as hell." Perez said.

The fingers dug together. The mounds sucking Todd into the muscular valley to bring him closer. They squeezed at his own body, a monstrous roar exiting from his hole as it scoured to the rest of the couch. Eggs carried along its blast, wet in nature compared to the airy flatulence blown toward him. The muscle squeezed harder, a blockage refusing to let the gas bypass as it turned into a sharp hiss.

"Nnn! Gotta hunker down for this one.." Perez hugged at his gut, shoving his palms into his stomach. Farts came out in spurts, blasting Todd in a barrage in attempts to unclog his bowels. "Come on you..don't ..mess with me."

He shoved at his gut, a gurgle responding as bubbles slithered through his intestines. His hole opened like a water valve, a winded fart growing stronger, more watery as it humidified the finger that anchored Todd. Another surface touched him,dampening the middle of his face with a foul scent as it spread over his eyes.

It bulged out in a mini mudslide, his hole and fingers quick to retract. "Damn it, I pushed too hard."

Todd's gaze shifted to a palm scooping him into the crack. With how fast the thighs were kicking, and the grumbling above growing louder, he was about to blow at any second. A door kicked open, Perez lunging upon the toilet seat as Todd's gaze turned toward the bowl. A hand fumbled to his left side, peeling him off the massive rear as it crashed onto the bowl, and he fell to the floor.

"Mmm..shit...that's really starting pile." Perez strained, releasing the hellhates upon the toilet as its cracks pierced the air like a lightning strike.

Todd wormed his form against the giant ankles, dragged upwards as a palm fumbled to the toilet paper above. He could still smell the sour scent on him, soaking into him as it grew ripe in the wind. His mind wanted to give the jig up, and yet, his heart was..enjoying the experience. Perez never squeezed himself so hard that he sharted, even with his regular farts. Though disgusting.. He wanted to explore more of Perez's body.

He closed his eyes, the farts above firing artillery shells as he laid upon the cold ground. Perhaps taking that test wasn't a bad idea.

**********************************************

The weekend arrived, the sun casting over the bleachers as the audience cheered on the advancing players on the field. Perez ran back to the sidelines, the coach calling him to the bleachers to take a breather. They fanned at the air, ushering the player away as he marched to the booths. Passing through the crowd, he turned toward a blocky building as restroom signs rests on top. He entered inside, parking himself as he unlaced his pants.

"God it's hot today, to think the game was so packed today." He said, looking at his phone as he clicked at his university portal. There beneath the classes was the grade of the test, green numbers stacked together as a B rested on top. "As much as I still have a grudge on that bastard, I do owe him for getting me through that. But I haven't seen him in a day since morphed. Wonder where he went off to?"

Unraveling, he dropped his pants to reveal the crumpled underwear beneath. dark green stains smudged along the corners, the fabric that once tucked tightly at his backside now drooping as the middle sagged off the round glutes. There, Todd blinked as he looked to the cubicle shaped stall, his vision blurred as the sweat along his eyes turned the space green. How long has it been since he turned himself like this? He could hardly remember as he spent his time snugged beneath the layers of clothes.

A fart interrupted his train of thought, vanishing into the void of his mind as he grew drunk upon Perez's scent. He mumbled with his mouth, but found only the fabric stretching in a soft muffle. He'd moan if he had the chance, but smelling was enough to get him aroused, His gaze rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. A groan shook the mound like an earthquake, a watery fart striking his face as the damp green space turned a shade of dark brown. A hand scratched him against the musty crack, like a tissue wiping against a grease as sludge soaked into him.

His mind began to spin, the world shifting as it turned into a shadowed brown. It's good to know that his methods helped Perez pass his exam. He'd transform back into his humanself, but he's like this for a week, the feeling he gets whenever he morphs were no longer there. Ah well, he thought, he get it eventually. He himself against the large ass, Tucking against the crack as he was free to enjoy the rich smells of. farts as he rested upon the muscular mattress.

The exam was well, Perez is relaxed, and he's able to be close to him. From Todd's standpoint, this was the fruits of his labor, and he was going to enjoy it.

[anony-man]

Chubformers request #45!

Character: Bulkhead (TFP)

Word count: 615

A successful trip spent with his old friend was one thing, but coming home to indulge themselves in the stash of quality fuel stored from Wheeljack’s trip around the galaxy was another. Bulkhead sure enjoyed a chance to embarrass his enemies, but nothing beat catching up with a friend over engex.

Waddling his way onto the Jackhammer proved to be a bit of a challenge, given the slim entrance, but Bulkhead made do by sidestepping it and squeezing inside as best as he could. The wry smile from Wheeljack as he dug through his fuel reserves was hardly missed, but Bulkhead found himself too busy regulating his core temperature to care much for a rebuttal.

“Been a while,” Wheeljack said. He handed Bulkhead a glass filled to the brim with the sweet, thick engex they’d been hungry for before settling into the driver’s seat. “I’ve missed cracking ‘con skulls with my old wrecker pal.”

“You know it,” Bulkhead chuckled breathlessly, still worn out from the brief trek back to the ship. “Missed ya too, Jackie.”

Bulkhead gave his glass a polite sip before draining it in one go, the sounds of his desperate gulping punctuated by an eventual sigh of satisfaction and a plump servo patting his gut. Engex was meant to be savored, of course, but Bulkhead was starving. Besides, Wheeljack didn’t seem to mind. If enjoying each other’s company meant guzzling a bottle of the good stuff in one sitting, then so be it.

“Top me off?” Bulkhead asked, his outstretched servo holding up the glass. “Good stuff you got there.”

“Don’t I know it,” Wheeljack said. To Bulkhead’s surprise, his glass was replaced with the nearly-untouched bottle of engex and a nod from the fellow Wrecker. “Help yourself. Good stuff like that’s gonna go to waste if we don’t drink it now.”

With a grateful nod, Bulkhead did as he was told—and Primus, was it good. Drinking straight from the bottle left the crisp sensation of the cool rim against his lips, and the mouthfuls of engex were never ending, unlike his tiny glass. Bulkhead would have more than likely polished off the entire bottle if he wasn’t stopped by Wheeljack, who gently reached up to stop the flow of fuel.

“Easy,” he said, his face split in an amused grin. “It ain’t energon, Bulk.”

“Whoops,” Bulkhead stammered, having pulled the bottle from his lips long enough to survey the damage. Nearly half of the engex was gone now, but it felt like nothing. “Heh, sorry about that. Must be really good stuff you got there. I hardly feel a thing.”

There was something in the air; something different, something unsaid. Bulkhead could feel Wheeljack’s optics on him, his gaze roaming Bulkhead’s plump frame. A lot had changed since they’d last met up—and by a lot, Bulkhead mostly meant him.

The weight was new, the appetite newer. He’d felt it with every waking morning, the way his frame grew with every pound. He was far from a little chubby by now, almost too big to fit into his own plating. Still, some things stayed the same, and the glint in Wheeljack’s optics reminded Bulkhead of that.

With his other servo rubbing its way across the span of his massive gut, Bulkhead’s fingers slipped under too-tight plating to free the rolls of mesh underneath. He could practically feel the rush of anticipation as Wheeljack leaned forward, his attention fixed on the pop of plating from Bulkhead’s midsection.

“Hungry for more?” Wheeljack asked, already leaning back to snatch up another fresh bottle. With every movement, his lingering gaze never wavered. “Got your favorite.”

“Awe, Jackie,” Bulkhead cooed. “You know me too well.”

[cuddlecave]

Response to the last post:

I like that dragon idea too! I’m a big fan of space-themed things, hehe. Oooh, the armor concept is great…orange-bronze accents on mostly silver would look wonderful (and YES he needs a lambda or two!!) Also you are so incredibly right about Tom being a druid actually. That’s so clever and smart and I love it /gen /pos

Ooooh, so Benby figures he’s had enough of this facility and decides to crawl out of his hole in the earth, does he? Good for him! It’s funny how he first wakes up and then becomes the tourist attraction, kind of a reversal of the original fleshpit, ahaha. And pfft, that name for him is just fantastic XD

He’s a home for the whole sciteam in this one, that’s so cool! (Gordn: “Hey, you’re kinda like an apartment complex for all of us!” // Benb: “apartment complex? i find it pretty s—” // Gordn: “CEASE” XD) I very much like the calcimites too, they sound like creepy but somehow also cute pals, ahaha. Oh yay, Benb gets something akin to his canonverse body! Now he gets to hang out with all his pals and cause chaos on a human-sized level instead of a Massive Creature level (not that the latter isn’t also excellent)!! And of course the boyfriend smooches are a very important reason for him to have this body too :3

I couldn’t help but wonder what the fleshpit experience might be like for Gordn if he’s already into vore to any extent (whether he’s fully into it or if it’s more of a guilty pleasure for him). Here he is, being asked to do his job and remain professional, all while the warm air brushes against his hair and face, his feet sink into the soft, plush floor, and the sounds of a living body fill his ears. He’s probably constantly fighting back a smile or the urge to lean against the walls, even just for a moment. The worst part is having to wear the HEV suit whenever he enters…for once he wishes he could just wear his normal shirt and slacks, that way when he puts a hand against the wall to “steady himself”, he can actually feel the surface…

~new anon

(P.S.: This isn’t necessarily vore-relevant, but I majorly relate to your “what if the monster was good?” enjoyment. As someone who suspects they might be otherkith/possibly otherkin, and has never fit in with humans, I really feel the “you don’t need to be human to be seen as a person” mood, and it’s genuinely such a delight to see others who feel the same way. Your story from your main blog about Benr not having to give up his alien-ness to be cared for (and yeah I don’t love the stories where he DOES have to do that, personally) really resonated with me, and sometimes I’ll go back to read that one just for some comfort.

But, uh, yeah. Monsters Good And Excellent :D)

i'm imagning a voredon in the BM fleshpit scenario would feel mixed feelings about it. on the one hand, holy shit chance to experiece his guilty comfort irl? but on the other hand, massive fucking unknown organism that is probably super deadly and they want me to go INSIDE OF IT hhhhh

he may like vore but he also knows being inside of another creature is realistically Very Bad for you (unless you're like, a parasitic worm of course), heh heh.

also :') thank u for liking my fic so much

[acideathr]

‧₊˚♪𝄞࿐₊˚⊹ 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝄞₊ ⊹ 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖔𝖓𝖊 ● 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖉-𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖞𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙 ⤿ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 ● 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁

♫ .. “ ... 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 ... “ ★ . •° . －𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳 ．．• ♡︎

cater: hey, riddle! what's shakin', pal? you're lookin' adorbs, as always!

riddle: hmph. cater, keep running that mouth and you'll lose it — along with the rest of your head.

cater: sorry, sorry! my bad!

grim: myah?! you're the guy who put that stupid collar on me at the orientation ceremony!

riddle: and you're the new students who were nearly expelled yesterday.

riddle: i'll ask that you not refer to my signature spell as a "stupid collar."

riddle: the headmage's habit of tolerating rulebreakers like you is going to send this entire campus spiraling into chaos one day.

riddle: those who break the rules should have their heads removed immediately, without exception.

ace: dude, seriously? this guy looks like a wimp, but talks like a monster!

riddle: the headmage may have forgiven you, but if you break any further rules, i assure you i will not.

ace: so, uh, listen, housewarden, sir... any chance i could get you to remove this collar?

riddle: i had intended to remove it once you'd taken an opportunity to reflect upon your crimes.

riddle: but i've not detected so much as a hint of remorse in the foolishness i've heard you spout today.

riddle: so i think i'll let you keep that for a while.

riddle: don't worry. the freshman curriculum is more focused on magical theory than practice.

riddle: and your inability to use magic will help prevent incidents along the lines of what happened yesterday.

riddle: now, if you've finished your meal, you should quit gossiping and prepare for your next class.

riddle: rule 271 is quite clear: "one must leave the table within fifteen minutes of completing their lunch."

riddle: you do understand what happens to rulebreakers, i trust?

ace: *sigh* more insane rules...

riddle: i believe you mean to say, "yes, housewarden!"

deuce & ace: yes, housewarden!

riddle: very well, then.

trey: don't worry, i'll keep an eye on them.

riddle: hmm. as vice housewarden, i trust you'll avoid any further indiscreet conversation.

riddle: now, as per rule 339...

riddle: "the post—meal beverage is to be lemon tea with two sugar cubes."

riddle: thus, i must go to acquire my sugar cubes. farewell.

riddle: don't even get me started on their violation of running out of sugar cubes...!

cater: yeesh! that was terrifying.

grim: that guy... has some serious issues.

deuce: hey, don't disrespect him!

heartslabyul student a: is the housewarden gone?

heartslabyul student b: i totally just broke rule 186, "never eat a hamburger on tuesday."

heartslabyul student b: i don't know what i would have done if he'd caught me!

heartslabyul student b: *sigh*... i wish he wouldn't come here so we could at least eat lunch in peace.

cater & trey: ......

trey: riddle managed to secure the housewarden title before the end of his very first week at school.

trey: i know he can come off a bit harsh, but he's not a bad guy. everything he does, he does because he thinks it'll improve the dorm.

grim: would a good guy go around putting collars on strangers' necks?

cater & trey: heh heh...

yuu: that was your fault for causing trouble, grim.

grim: grrrrr... but that collar really hurt, and it shut off all my magic! that's just rude!

cater: hm? you're curious about riddle's signature spell?

deuce: that means, like... it's a spell that only he can cast, right?

trey: i doubt he's the only person in the whole world...

trey: but yes, a signature spell is a magical ability that is, generally speaking, unique to its user.

trey: you'll learn about them in class soon enough.

cater: riddle's signature spell allows him to temporarily seal away the magic of another.

cater: the spell is named...

riddle: off with your head!

grim: even the name is completely psycho!

cater: to a mage, losing the ability to use magic is about as painful as losing your head completely.

cater: which is why all of us at heartslabyul house try hard not to violate riddle's rules.

trey: and as long as you are following the rules, riddle isn't so scary.

ace: speaking of which — are you still not gonna let me into the dorm until i buy a tart, cater?

cater: don't @ me, but... yeah. that's rule 53, so my hands are tied.

cater: also, riddle always looks forward to having the first slice of a tart.

cater: so if you want him to forgive you, you had better bring a whole tart!

ace: what happened to "we're all from the same dorm, let's try to get along?" throw me a bone here!

cater: that's one thing. this is another.

deuce: a whole tart has gotta be pretty expensive.

ace: seriously? i don't have that much money!

cater: then why not make one yourself? trey made those three tarts by hand, after all.

yuu: it has to be cheaper than buying one.

ace: you made those tarts, trey? that's incredible! that was like something you'd find at a bakery!

trey: heh. i appreciate that. we do have most of the stuff you'd need, but...

trey: i'm afraid i'll need something from you in return.

ace: you're gonna charge me to make it?! what kinda racket...?!

trey: nah, i wouldn't take money from a freshman!

trey: but riddle wants a chestnut tart next, so i'm gonna need you to gather a ton of chestnuts.

ace: like that's any less of a hassle. but... fine. how many do you need?

trey: well, it's for the unbirthday party, so... probably two or three hundred?

deuce & grim: did you say HUNDRED?!

trey: and they're all gonna need to be boiled, shelled, and pureed.

grim: alright, i'm gonna head out.

deuce: i'm leaving too.

ace: you heartless cowards!

cater: hold up! haven't you ever heard that food tastes better if you make it with your friends?

cater: this'll be a memory to treasure! it could even be your chance to make a splash as a cooking blogger!

trey: don't tell riddle, but chestnut tarts are at their tastiest when eaten right out of the oven.

trey: and the only people who get to experience that culinary privilege are the ones who make it.

grim: well, when you put it that way... come on, humans, let's do this!

yuu: where can we find chestnuts, anyway?

trey: i heard there's a whole bunch of chestnut trees in the woods behind the campus's botanical garden.

ace: cool. plan made. let's meet at the botanical garden after last period.

grim: we're gonna be up to our ears in chestnuts!

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[ask-the-royal-absol]

*It took a few moments for Destino to get used to the feeling of the ground underneath their paws. Although they had a rocky flooring in the Underdark, it didn’t quite have the same texture as this. For one, it wasn’t as smooth. Destino found the ground here to be a slight bit painful, with all the tiny rocks and small protrusions coming from it. However, the was a faint, pleasant warmth that radiated from the ground, which Destino certainly could get used to.

The Absol took a proper look around at their surroundings just to get an idea of where about a they were heading to. They caught sight of the large rock structure that rose above what appeared to be a living space for Pokémon. Tiny houses circled the protrusion and it seemed there was a wide space around it which contained some greenery. Hope noticed Destino’s staring and stood next to them, indicating this was their destination.*

*Turning around, they could see a small area to the left of the tunnel which they had come from which had a small, wooden hut. Small orange flower decorations had been painted around the bottom of the square hut and there appeared to be no windows to peer inside of it. This must be the one Hope had mentioned. They hoped it was at least semi-decent inside because the size was less than ideal. Perhaps they should have brought all of their belongings. It probably would have made their stay here more tolerable. They strutted over to the hut.*

*Destino stopped before entering.*

Destino: Prime. My address is Prime. Not Prince. Not Princess. Prime. Prime Destino. Is it really that hard to get right? Come on buddy, get with it. Do I have to spell it out for you so you can get it into your thick skull? Or perhaps I need to sit you down and force you to recite my title until you get it right. I’m not heading anywhere until I get my beauty sleep. I’m hoping this one is not interrupted by my prophecy dreams. As I’ve said, the eye-bags are not something I’m fond of.

*With the door now open, Destino strolled inside of the hut. The first thing they noticed was the light source inside of it. A small, orange flame hovered in the air above everything. However, it wasn’t as bright as the outside light. Destino pondered on how the flame hung in the air without any support. It wasn’t attached to anything. It wasn’t something Destino could explain. They took off their sunglasses, prompting their ghostly friend to pop out of them. The sunglasses were tucked neatly into their fur. Felix gave a stretch before looking around the small space.*

Destino: Felix. I have very high standards. These standards need to be met. With a bed like that, I’m sure it’ll feel just like sleeping on the floor. Do you understand what this will do to my back? I wouldn’t be surprised if I couldn’t walk when I’ve finished my nap. Then you’ll have to carry me.

Felix: Destino. Perhaps ya should just be grateful ya gettin’ somewhere ta sleep. It’s only for a short bit. Ya can survive. Besides, ya know what this reminds me of?

Destino: No. What?

Felix: That cabin we stayed in durin’ that school trip.

Destino: Oh yes, the one where you were on top bunk and got yourself stuck and had to ask my help to get you out.

Felix: Heh, yeah. It wouldn’t happen anymore.

Destino: Of course not. Wasn’t that the trip where Sketch drew a massive mural of the teachers across several trees?

Felix: I think ya right on that one too. It was really somethin’.

Destino: It was fine. I’m could probably do better.

Felix: Pal, no offence but ya ain’t great at the whole art thing. Ya gotta recognise that Sketch has a talent for it. Have ya seen him recently?

Destino: No. Been busy with my royal duties and all. Though he did make that painting of my family and I that is hung up. I wouldn’t admit it to him but he may or may not have done a pretty good job capturing my likeness. Of course it can’t compare to the real thing.

Felix: That does seem like his work. Anyways, back onto what I was about ta say. Just imagine this hut like the school trip cabin. Sure, it’s not got everything ya need but ya have slept in a place like it before. Besides, I’m here as well if ya need anythin’.

Destino: I suppose you’re right. Thank you, Felix, for coming along as well. I’m great and all and I’m sure I’m going to be the world’s best chosen one but it’s nice to have a piece of home here with me, you know?

*As much as Destino was overly confident about their abilities, they knew they wouldn’t be able to survive on this trip without their best friend. They may not have said it much but Destino did appreciate Felix for everything he did. Felix had been there when they were almost killed by Mistress Mirage. He saved them from drowning in the aquifer that one time. Felix wasn’t afraid to call them out when they had crossed the line. So many moment where Destino would have been screwed if Felix wasn’t there for them. And now this? Coming to a new land with them and being by their side as they had to find some way to save the world from who knows what. It did make Destino wonder how Felix got the time off from his job to come on this surface excursion with them. They’d have to ask about it later.

It made Destino think back to all of the other friends they had had. Many of them had ended their friendships with Destino. Then again, those Pokémon weren’t good enough for the absol or just wanted to be friends with them for the privilege of being close with royalty. Destino didn’t actually have anyone else besides Felix. It was strange to think about.*

Felix: I figured ya would need someone. I also know that you and Hope would probably kill each other if I wasn’t here.

Destino: And it would be easy too.

Felix: Of course it would be. I should probably leave ya to nappin’.

Destino: What are you going to do?

Felix: I’m probably gonna speak with Hope. Get some more info on what’s gonna happen.

Destino: Of course. Gather intel on the enemy. That’s why I like you Felix. You’re always wanting to do things to benefit me. Fair enough, I shall leave you to it but I don’t want you both to be talking about me this time, got it?

Felix: Ha, alright.

*Felix has left to speak with Hope. Destino is available for 5 asks before they prepare for a nap and Felix and Hope are available for asks together.*

@thepersonaking56

[alterrune]

Whoa there, pal. You may need some help with the Airship. I was the one who fortified that thing in the first place. And, uh...it's kinda still in progress?

And who might you be, Shutter Shades?

Randy Radmann. Leader of the Toppat Can during the "Party Era", and the one who helped make the airship suitible for more volatile conditions. I also do DJ work for parties.

"Party Era"? What's that?

Hoo boy, that's a story.

(ahem)

The Party Era was what the Clan calls my tenure as a Toppat Clan leader. I consider it "a party that could've gone a lot better". When I first joined in, I didn't really know how to manage a budget all that well. So I bought a lot of party-related stuff that we didn't really need. However, as I found out later on, all that spending made us bankrupt. Now, I may love parties, but I know when to stop partying and start focusing. When I heard about the bankruptcy, I immediately knew what I had to do. Much as it pained me to do it, I sold all the unnecessary party stuff I had bought previously, and made damn well sure I left some cash in the vaults to ensure some financial stability. While I was at it, I noticed the Airship had quite a few flaws in the armor, as it couldn't fly through rougher weather because the armor wasn't tough enough. So, using some of the money from my own pocket, I spent time fortifying the airship so it could run in ANY condition, and the remaining money I also placed in the Clan's vault. Thanks to me, not only did I ensure the Toppat Clan would be financially stable, but I also turned the Airship into what it is now. I made a mistake, so I fixed it on my own. When I retired from the Clan, they gave me a huge sum of money to help fund my future endevours. I still visit the Clan from time to time, usually for DJ work at parties.

So you made a mistake, realized you had made a mistake, but instead of just having others handle it, you fixed it on your own?

Yeah. I could've asked for donations at any time, but you wanna know why I didn't? Because I was the one who screwed up, not anyone else. I fixed it on my own because I didn't want to drag anyone else into it.

Wow. Honestly, you're like a good version of Terence Suave. You're a bit self-centered, yes, but unlike Suave, you're self-centered in a good way. You took the hard way to help the Toppats, and you got showered in praise for it.

Heh-heh, yeah. Like a DJ at a club, I knew what the clan wanted, and I gave them exactly what they needed.

(Terence picks up a wrench from a toolbox at Joe's feet.)

Now, let me help you with the airship. I fortified it the first time, may as well help you with fortifying it again.

Sure thing, Radmann. We could use the help.

It'll still take March for this thing to get fully repaired, but with me helping, there won't be any weak points in the armor.

(MEANWHILE, BACK IN THE GEOGRAM BASE...)

So, Eric, you're gonna be some kind of Captain America, eh?

Seems to be the case. Honestly, I've always wanted to have a throwable shield weapon. Those things are so cool.

Eh, I prefer Leadhead, to be honest.

"Leadhead"? Who's that?

Violet, remember: He doesn't know what Leadhead is.

Oh, right. "Leadhead" isn't a person, it's my heavy-duty sword, which I've taken good care of for as long as I can remember. I always have it with me, ready to slice and dice enemies up. It's also got electrical powers that only I can utilize, though I don't like to show those powers off in public.

Wow. That sounds pretty awesome, Miss Wolfsbane!

I doubt your shield will be anything like that, though, Eric. But it'll be a great weapon all the same.

I don't doubt that one bit, Mister Gibbons.

Oh, come on, kid, no need for the formalities. You can just call us by our first names. Aside from Alter, of course. You just keep calling him that.

Okay, Kyle. I'm gonna head out now. See you later!

You too, Eric!

(Eric walks off.)

Good kid. Glad we helped him and the others out of their rut.

You can say that again, Kyle.

Having them on our side is gonna be a massive help.

Yeah, and the more help we have for Kelso, the better.

[bcbdrums]

Happy 4th of July 🥳🎉

Did You have a good time at camp?

Thank you!! 🎆🇺🇸🎆 (Fireworks going off around me past 1:00 AM my gosh lol.) And, I did have a good time!! 😁

Heh, I basically never do personal rambles on my blog, but you've given me the chance and I feel like it.

Gotta mention the Airbnb... Randomly full of huge liquor bottles?? Mostly bourbon, but other things too. Stacked high and deep on every single kitchen cabinet; it was easily 100 bottles if not more. And then suddenly, two days before I checked out... The booze was gone. I have no explanation except I think the homeowners must be in some kind of transition based on other circumstantial evidence, but I'll leave that topic there.

At camp this year they were short-staffed so I was the snack person and the photographer. Now... the latter was daunting. It's a music and movement family day camp (to give the absolute most basic description). I only had my phone, and it's not a new model. So there were many blurry photos daily that I had to delete and then many semi-blurries I kept because otherwise there wouldn't be enough photos.

I had to make a slideshow every night to be played the next morning to show what everyone had done at camp (around a total of 150 ppl at camp including adults, kids separated into groups by age (camp is ages 3 and up) so the slideshow got to showcase each group... Meanwhile, I've no idea how to do a slideshow. I've no idea how to get hundreds and ultimately probably over 2000 photos from my iPhone to my Dell PC. And then the PC won't read the .heic files. Aaaaand.... Camp was many sleepless nights of panic trying to make this happen. (Oh, and the A/V system at the site hosting the camp was buggy too, so I had to work around that.) Wanna give a public thanks to @cannibal-nightmares who pulled over at like 1am that first night when I was panicking to message a bunch of people to try to get help for me, and ultimately saved me hours of work (not that I wasn't up till nearly midnight each night and 2am the last night) on the slideshow, and saved my sanity.

Sounds like more trouble than it's worth, right...? Wrong. I probably spent around $2K to get there/Airbnb/rental car as well, and all my service was volunteer.

Bcb, you're crazy. Why would you do this? Because these people are everything to me. And the profound, profound work they do for children... The program is a music education program but it's based in neuroscience and a philosophy of play/flow-state in the brain for learning. It's extremely precise, well-thought and executed, and proven to work not just for music education, but as...a philosophy of life. I could give you so many anecdotes... The depth of this work cannot be summarized. It's more than a camp and more than a curriculum. And these people care. I say I'd do anything for them, because of the genuine love they've shown for me. And that is ultimately what it comes down to - love.

Everyone in the world should study this philosophy. It has changed my life for the better and quite possibly saved it in many ways. If you're interested, you can PM me for more info.

Thank you pal, for asking!

[marinerainbow]

Kitty asking Smartass to watch 5-year-old Maisie for 20 minutes while she's needed for an appointment and he's about to protest that he doesn't want kids in his office and what because he's a cartoon he's automatically child-friendly? He might even swear just to make the point. But she's rushing out the door assuring him she's quiet and she won't be gone long but here's her office telephone number just in case (Smartass stubbornly refuses to use any modern mobile phones.)

"Sweetie, Mommy will be gone for a little while she needs to go back to work. I know you'll be a good girl for the Sergeant." *kisses her on the cheek.*

Ahh sssschtick. She called him sergeant, curse his own ego.

Maisie plays on the floor with her toy rabbit while he works, throwing non-toon paper after non-toon paper into the waste paper basket. She wanders around the office for a bit and somehow Smartass feels a pair of wide eyes on him.

"Whaddaya want, brat?"

She holds up her rabbit.

"Yeah dat's a rabbit...so?"

Maisie points to him.

"What? I ain't no rabbit. I'm a weasel. Wea-sel. Don't they teach kids nothin' nowadays?"

"...Weasel?"

"Heh...yeah that's right."

"Are you my Mommy's friend?"

Smartass thinks for a moment. He's never had a human friend and isn't about to start. He just helped her mother out once, like law enforcers are supposed to do.

"Yeah. We's friends."

"I have lots of friends!"

"Oh yeah? Who's your best one?"

"Uncle Roger!"

"...'Course he is."

"He does movies. Mommy showed me all of them!"

Smartass decides to edit what he was going to say from "That buck-toothed maroon hasn't had a good flick since Jimmy Carter" to "All em?"

"Yeah."

"I know your Uncle Rogah pretty well. Yeah, we was good pals back in the day, we used to uh, play Hide n Seek."

Maisie smilies obliviously "He plays Patty-Cake too!"

Smarty finds himself letting out a genuine cackle at that but keeps it short-lived. He knows she didn't get the other meaning. "You're not so bad kid. And your Mama's a nice lady. Does she let ya eat ice cream?"

Maisie nods.

He presses a button and orders Greasy and Psycho to bring the good Haagen Daas up from the fridge not used for storing other things.

When Kitty arrives back she sees Stupid and Psycho playing on the floor with her, Smartass on the phone and Greasy and Wheezy guarding the door. The first thing she does is scoop her in for a hug because since Maisie was born she's hated having to be apart from her for even a moment. She mouths thank you at a busy and cold Smartass and walks her daughter outside to buckle her into the car.

"Maisie-Bell, are you okay-?"

"WE HAD ICE CREAM!"

"Oh you did?"

Of course he did.

Actual footage of you sending this ask before I go to work today.

THIS IS SO SO ADORABLE!!! Oh my lord. This needs to be a MOVIE. Five hardened toon criminals-turned-law-enforcers take care of one baby that they all grow soft for.

I know that these guys are busy and all, but imagine if they slowly become a bigger part in Maisies life! Psycho and Stupid ask Kitty how her daughter is doing and want to know if she can come back over and play again. Greasy starts teaching her Spanish (which backfires on him when he talks about that cajera super caliente at the store). Wheezy is gonna have to learn how to cut back on his smoking now that there is a child around. And Smartass is gaining a sift side!

I'm just imagining at some point, Smartass with Maisie is gonna be like, "Don't talk to me or my... Technically not my daughter, but if you mess with us, there's gonna be problems."

[the-playpen]

PART THREE (take two) YOU GOT IT PAL

actually writin' this in my notes, so, uh, hopefully i'll remember the way i wrote some of this stuff-

the biggest story on my mind right now is when henry was tryin' ta work late for the third, maybe fourth day in a row. and i wasn't havin' it. that day i had baked breadrolls, so i just waltzed up to him, gave him some, n' just. talked with him. had a chat, yknow? eventually, i convinced him ta go home and get some rest. i'm glad that i could. i also wanna make those breadrolls again some day- they were one of th' only things i could safely make that weren't too shabby, and they were pretty easy fer me. maybe soon.

the next story was when i was helpin' clean the warehouse. clutter, beams, junk, etc... i was just strong enough to help move this stuff. i wasn't entirely helpless, heh. anyways, i was in the middle of movin' a huge metal beam, it's hoisted onto my shoulder, and friggin' bertie is standin' in my way. now. a normal person would say "hey! excuse me, gotta get through!" but not me. cos i didn't like th' guy. so i just. "accidentally" knocked him unconcious with the beam. everyone believed me, sayin' that i "didn't have th' smarts ta pull it off" WELL I DO AND I DID AND IT WAS ON PURPOSE. take THAT. and the warehouse guys didn't help move anythin' it was just me n' lacie

i think i'll save th' repurposed coat closet story for a while, at least 'til i draw what it looked like. it was awesome. i would make that its own seperate post.

although, i'll gladly tell about the writin' department. usually, that place was dead quiet. could hear th' drop of a pin, and then everyone was lookin' at it. but this particular day, everyone was shoutin' and pointin' fingers, all thanks ta friggin connor wheatley. cos he didn't like alice angel. "boo hoo women character waaah waah weh weh weh BLEUGH." he got punched. i let it happen. after that, i slammed my broom handle to th' floor, and everyone went quiet enough for me to go clean. soon as i left, everyone was back at it again, heh.

if you ever were t' hear susie sing, you'd know the recordings NEVER did her voice justice. sounded like a literal angel. any time she was in a recordin' session, i'd try and clean nearby, cos lemme tell ya- she's gotta be the best out there. her voice had me floored every time. never got old. and she could be a wide variety of characters, too! it was really awesome t' see.

and shawn was th' BEST toymaker. i know about the whole "crooked smile" debaucle but honestly? thought that gave 'em more charm. made it so you could tell which ones would last ya for forever versus which ones couldn't. and just,, the craftsmanship behind it all? was awesome. sure, injury here and there, but each one was made skillfully. i loved watchin' shawn do her thing, they were really good at what he did, y'know? gah.

i really wish i had asked norman about how projectors worked. i would've gotten t' listen to it gush 'bout somethin' it loved, and it would've been smilin' the whole time, AND it wouldn't be mad at me? all around win situation! it was really cool. i can't even properly put anythin' into words it was so cool. the best projectionist in the world ever! n' was just a good guy. awhagwhgr

and henry's awesome, too! the way he could jus' whip up a drawing that quickly, and precisely? you could tell he knew what he was doin'. even the stuff he threw away was awesome. any drawings norman didn't steal, i definetly stared at for a while. he was good at advice, too. all-around a swell guy. he probably didn't have a single malicious bone in his body, in all honesty. couldn't insult his friends if he tried. really sweet guy. makes norman happy, and norman makes him happy right back. sweet, aint it?

jack was one of the best lyricists ever, i think. they could just... immediately get the vibes for a song, n' put it into words. it was really cool! again, what is it with people throwin' stuff away that was still REALLY good? all the lyrics they wrote had some swing to 'em, and just matched the feel of the song perfectly. good tempo, good use of phonetics, etc. just awesome. tried not t' disturb jack while they worked, though, so i mostly admired from afar.

prayin' tumblr doesn't eat this one. if it does, got it saved in m' notes, cos norman said to do that. its really smart :]

[ask-postcrash-curly]

heya curls

thanks for the encouraging words from the other day, i’m not usually such a downer when it comes to my livelihood, but that day just so happened to have many things piled up at once

i wholeheartedly agree with everything you said, but the tendency to forget about all of that when overwhelmed follows me like a shadow

…i am aware that 22 years is nothing by the way, but i think it’s an important detail to point out that i never saw myself getting past 15, i genuinely thought i was going to die by my own hand by then, as grim as that sounds

somehow though, i’m 7 years overdue and counting hahah!

…

but i don’t see myself growing old, and that it’s going to be my fault why that wouldn’t happen still

the idea of grey hairs and wrinkles seems so ethereal to me, essentially out of reach, and i can’t help but put an expiration date on myself once again

this time is a higher age though! like, more or less another decade and a half bigger from current time. not sure if that brings any solace when saying it out loud to others, but maybe it’s one of those things that once you reach it, you simply move the target again and push for more

…i need to mention that i am working on it!

i don’t feel like i have that much of a support network (i’ve been told countless times that i do have one, but feeling and knowing are two separate things), even with the little i talk with my therapist, but it’s something with a slow and steady progress at least. i haven’t told her about my deja vu thing though… i should bring that up soon with her

it’s a real paranoia i’ve had all the way back since i’ve conjured my first memory really

my brain is a very funky lad! (not as much as yours right now clearly heh) in retrospective, it’s really appalling how my parents never knew that something was different with me back then, i did internalize a lot so maybe that’s why. you see… around 12-ish i was genuinely delirious! if i had to describe in a few words my world view back then it would be “dying god complex”

yup! just as you heard. very gnarly stuff. i thought i had already died, that i was simply a walking corpse and that everything i was living then was a dream that my brain had created when firing my dying neurons in its last moments, which consequently made me the "god" of this dream, since it was all in my head. it would also explain the deja vu thing, since what are dreams if not recycled memories from the past¿

sometimes i can't help but think about it again every once in a while, and it torments me to know that there was a time when that was my mentality. sometimes i question whether it's still true or not…

i really hope not

later i came to know that specific delusion i had could maybe be classified as “cotard's syndrome” but that’s just a assumption i made myself after reading a lot on mental health

…man, i always write these messages with a goal in mind and i just keep derailing the subject i want to tell, hence making my message longer than necessary. what a pain, but maybe this is what keeps you entertained

it’s nice though, almost as if we were pen pals! yknow, with the whole delay thing on our end, it’s like we’re waiting for the letters to get delivered back and forth…

…!!!

almost as if we were using the pony express from the 1860! hahahah!! oh my god that’s so funny…

ahh! i keep derailing, ugh…

okay okay, here’s the point of my message; the other day i asked if you wanted to know the story about my favorite blanket, so here it is!! as i said, it’s a cute story, but also kinda bittersweet if i’m being honest

first though, a question for you! (it’s a segue to the story, trust); did you have or still have a comfort item¿ for example, a child with their favorite teddy bear

well… in my case, my comfort item is my sleeping blanket! heh

you see, since i was a little kid i’ve had a favorite blanket. some of them were even comically large for my minuscule size, but i was adamant to bring them everywhere with me

i also had to suck my thumb every time i brought it, and stopped doing it surprisingly late for my age, which was 10 years old. the reason i stopped¿ i got dental braces and that same night i instantly stopped doing it hahah

it’s funny because my parents tried with all their might to get me to stop sucking my thumb to no avail by using a thumb sucking deterrent appliance that goes against the roof of the mouth, which was put in by the dentist with some strong bonding around the molars, but after only a few days or weeks with it i would get some pliers and pull it out by myself, and this happened like three times under the age of 10 without any supervision lmfao

i guess my desire for better looking teeth was immediately stronger than my pettiness that one time…

i’ve had so many favorite blankets throughout my life, the most iconic one i remember was a really thin pink cotton sheet, but it was short lived because i accidentally dropped it in a river when looking over a bridge railing, so you can imagine how much i cried when that happened

cue my current blanket

the one i had before this one was okay, but it was kinda annoying how it didn’t even cover my whole body, the texture was only nice on one side, and it also had a hole in one of the borders

so one day while staying with my grandma i saw that she had a blanket i had never seen before in her house. it was very soft on both sides, like excessively, but perfect to me. had a very pale grey color, but also this subtle white star pattern, and when speeding it out, it even covered my whole body

love at first contact really

i inquired my grandma about it, and she even told me that the white star pattern glowed in the dark

jackpot

(i love glow in the dark stuff, sue me)

and then, well… yknow… i asked her if i could have it… [cough]

sadly, the blanket wasn’t hers but from one of my cousins, so away it went my dream blankie…

some months pass

i don’t recall if it was exactly a holiday or my birthday, but it was an important date, the point is; grandma definitely took notice of how much i liked the blanket that she asked my cousin where she got hers, and bought the same exact one for me!

i’m currently hugging it as i write heh

remember how i said that i used to suck my thumb¿ well, besides doing that (a side effect of doing so for so long made my left thumb have a very slight odd shape, and i can’t extend it as much as my other one lmao) i’d also bury my nose in the blanket to smell it… and i still do it till this day pft— HEY— it was either the thumb or the smelling, let me be smh

my dad still tells me to drop the habit but, i don’t know… is it that bad¿ besides, it’s not like it hurts him or anyone for that matter, it’s just weird when looked from outside i guess. how could i drop something that reminds me of simpler times¿

anyway, here comes the bittersweet part…

i don’t remember exactly why, but one night i was crying alone in my room, and another habit i had then was to hide in my closet when that happened

it’s not even a big closet, i barely fit inside, but i would grab a pillow and my blanket, and squeeze on top of my shoes that were laying at the bottom to muffle my crying so that i could fall asleep in there without disturbing my family

this time though, i had my new blanket

my room is fairly dark when it’s nighttime, but not so much that you could tell that my blanket could glow at first glance

when i got in the closet that time though, you could perfectly tell apart each and every single one of the stars

so i draped the soft fabric over myself and proceeded to count each one in the silence of the night

the tiny and the big ones…

soon enough, i stopped crying altogether

that same night i got out of the closet on my own and slept on the bed, instead of waking up to my mom’s scowling face and a sore back

i really love my blanket

it’s very comforting

i wish for you to find that same comfort again someday as well

Hey.

Don’t worry about it. We’ve all been there, yeah? Easy to get overwhelmed, hard to pull yourself out of it.

You’re definitely not alone there. But hey— you made it. That’s something to be proud of, even if you’re not sure what’s next.

Hey. C’mon. You’re going to get old and your back will hurt and if you still have your hair it’ll be gray as anything. I’ve known a lot of people with expiration dates that have long since passed, and they’re still kicking. And this is coming from someone who a few months ago wanted nothing more than to die as soon as possible. If there’s something left worth living for in my life, the same’s certainly true for you.

Glad you’re working on it. I know I’m not much of a support network, but I hope I can help somewhat. You deserve someone in your corner.

Dying god complex, huh. That... doesn't sound much fun at all. Not sure what to say about it, but I'm glad you've mostly moved past that.

That's all right. I like hearing your voice.

(Pen pals...? I thought we were having a conversation...?)

Let me think... uh... Okay, yeah, for a while I had a mouse plush I was very attached to, if that's what you're asking. What was its name...? It... it might have been called Mouse. Or Mousey. Not the most creative. Agh, I miss nice textures...

I get that. Large blankets are a rare and delightful luxury. (Probably going to be easier to find them now that my legs are shorter, yeah? Suddenly it's all worth it.)

A thumb-sucking deterrent appliance? That's a thing? That sounds... incredibly uncomfortable. Ah well.

Over a bridge? Damn, yeah, that's... that's rough.

It even has stars? Brilliant.

Aw, c'mon, I'm not going to judge you for smelling a blanket. I honestly don't see where the problem is with that. Sounds like it'd feel nice...

I'm sorry that you had to do that. But at the same time I want to do that so fucking much now. God. Sounds like a fucking brilliant sensory experience. Way better than this. Thanks for telling me about it. Adding that to my to-do-once-life-doesn't-hurt list.

Thank you, truly. Wishing the same.