#now how to fill the hole

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i have this fic in my brain with like. two parts. possibly three. and that's 1) ted teaches trent, of all people, how to make his famous biscuits. this implies a few things:

a) trent is now the biscuit successor. ted's always handing out biscuits. trent finds himself doing the same thing. (this would be the hypothetical third part, if you'll forgive my nonlinearity--trent, and the community, and biscuits.)

b) i like to think trent would enjoy making it bc Autism. idk about yall but i love following a list of precise instructions with little treats along the way with the end result of a thing i can not only hold in my hands but eat??? anyway trent gaining a new hobby for his spare time (that his daughter LOVES to "assist" with lol) and maybe he even starts experimenting himself--the biscuits are never going to be exactly like ted's, but they have something special of their own, too. (and it's still made with love :))

c) ted and trent baking together and the cute (but ultimately bittersweet) shenanigans that ensue.

2) rebecca is missing biscuits with the boss and girl talk, now that ted's gone, when trent hesitantly ducks in with a pink box.

3) again, as beforementioned, trent inadvertently getting roped into making these regularly. first it's one off thing--cheering colin up or it's mentioned that he used to make them for someone ELSE'S kid's birthday and trent knows from experience that's not to be missed, and then it's just. becoming a thing. he is regularly making biscuits now. he is ted's biscuit man successor.

[m-kyunie]

another redraw of an old ass post

chapter 83 my beloved

ref

[z-skull]

Soooo...question

Hays what's with the scar on astro chest??

And..how he get it-

Short answer:

electrical damage for when Hamegg had to repower him back up.

Long answer (no drawings unfortunately):

Well it's basically just that. Hamegg comes across Astros body and figures 'Hey! Free robot!' and hooks him up to his old car to power him back on for his circus.

The WHY is that it's just to symbolize his heart is a little imbalanced. It's full with unbelievable power but his prototype body can't handle it well so it's an inconvenience at times, but not the way you'd think. And why I did THAT is just to power balance him a bit for the story. Instead of him having all that horsepower at the start I cut it in half so that the fights would have more at steak and for his connections with others to mean more. I'm not saying that this is a better way but it's an angle I wanted to go with for fun. So for the majority of the story he's in his "prototype" body because that's the farthest Tenma could get before the police came.

He does eventually get the full upgrade for the final battle so obviously it's a nice wrap up that ends with Astro completed and a nice symbolism of him completing his self discovery journey. A nice feel good ending. :)

[nerdierholler]

Not sure if you're still looking for prompts, but what about the Comfort prompt Journal/Diary for Henry and Nate? <3

Oops, I went and made it sad. Sorry... Thank you so much for the prompt though! Here's a journal entry from Nate from just before he has his big conversation with Henry at the end of Book 3.

Journal/Diary - Henry/Nate

I am afraid.

I have been afraid every day of this existence. I know too well what could happen if I fall to weakness and temptation. Having lived through that experience once strained my mind to its breaking point, I do not know that I could, or would want, to survive the aftermath of being responsible for such a thing again. 

However, that fear pales in comparison to what I feel now. I’ve felt fear and concern for those around me, those I love like family, many times. It too lingers in the back of my mind, an almost daily companion. But what I feel for, with, Henry is so much more.

I am terrified by the feelings that his presence pulls forth from deep inside of me, feelings I’d thought lost or given up on. The mere thought or memory of him is enough to make my heart flutter like that of a schoolboy. When we’re near, I‘m drawn towards him, the slightest touch enough to light the fires of passion. In all my long years, I never thought I’d meet a person who could cause such strength of feeling to grow within me. I assumed the time for great loves passed me by when I was transformed into this, if such things ever existed in the first place. 

Oh Henry, I cannot imagine a life without you. I want you by my side for all eternity, our love one that the endless future generations of poets and musicians could never capture the depth of. To know that I could begin each day curled against the warmth of your body. That I would never have to face leaving a piece of my soul in the past. It is almost too much to think of, too much to hope for.

It is all too much because I cannot deny that beneath my feelings lies something dark and dangerous. For all the love that fills my heart, there is sharpness in the back of my throat that reminds me of my other desires. This is the thing that scares me more than almost anything else I have ever known. It isn’t enough to know what I am truly capable of, but to know that power could be made more, so much more, and it could cost me the most important thing I have ever found. 

Every flush on his cheeks, every quickening of his pulse, every kiss I trail down his neck causes the siren song of his blood to flood my senses. I try to push it away and not give into the thoughts that follow. I love Henry for who he is, not what flows beneath his skin, and yet-

I feel the currents beating against me. There is a tide that threatens to sweep me out to sea and I am terrified that I will let it. I am terrified that the water will carry me away along with everything I hold dear and my only consolation is that I might perish should I not find the strength to keep swimming.

I am in love with Henry. I have no control over the fact that every fiber of my being is in love with him. How do I give into one part and hold back the other? 

I’ve grown selfish over the centuries, holding onto people and things to keep me grounded. Is it too much to not want it to feel like everything is always slipping away?

Henry, may my love be enough to give me strength. I hope it is enough to carry you through what I know is the right thing, no matter how painful it may be. I do not know how to trust myself. I do not want to hurt you. Ya rouhi, please forgive me.

[so-long-soldier28]

what is it with teenage supernatural shows and the lack of continuity? like, how old are these people?? what year is it?? tf??

[kenzie-ann27]

meanwhile my experience with being asexual is just like. constant self hatred and apologizing about it

[ryryryryryryryryry]

Went to the dentist for the first time in 10ish years, she told me how I have 0 cavities and absolutely beautiful teeth (I know). I was planning on getting my cyst removed tomorrow, because that’s when the oral surgeon is in. IT POPPED TONIGHT WHILE I WAS EATING PEANUT BUTTER AND CHOCOLATE.

[avalior]

@godblooded mama's boy

"Half of my heart is in your chest."

[ssreeder]

I saw your tags, and if you're fine with it, i don't mind you answering old asks, bc MY FEELINGS are still hurt just as much, and anyone going through your blog deserves ample warning of the EVIL author you are. EVIL. Nice authors DON'T let little precious characters lie themselves into a fucking hole. NICE authors don't keep torturing the other character that has already gone through so much. NICE AUTHORS LET THEM MEET FOR THE SAKE OF GIVING THE READERS A NORMAL HEARTBEAT

-Fragile heart

[etcnnante]

anyone else have internet so bad it caused a sinkhole in your driveway

[cowardlylearningtobebrave]

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