#they actually did this and know

[fruit-salad-ship]

As a total what if what would plums honest reaction be if she learned peaches history

Plum knows. As does Grey. (more below for those interested)

When Peach got back from Hisui she awoke in her bed, unsure how she made it home, Val in the ICU, alive, both their bodies broken, Peach swore she lost an arm in that fight, got the scar to prove it. While she believed it to be a dream, to once again be taunted with the visions of home, she eventually reliases she's actually back and her loved ones are very much with her again. A week of her picking up her old life pass. Every day it becomes more and more painful to keep the lies up, she spent two years dying to see Plum and Grey, and now finally back, she just wanted to clear it up. Perhaps that first week back was her bying time, the thought that she'd tell them, and theyd leave was never far from her mind. It's what people do right? They dont like something about someone and they go. It was scary, but peach understood the risks.

They deserved the truth.

She asked them in the morning to get home for dinner at a reasonable time if possible, she offered to cook one of their favorites, and left that morning once they headed off to work with a shovel, Booker, Bob, and Val. Peach walked out to the North, past the fences where no one was permitted to cross, abotu 20 minutes into the depths. It was dangerous, but there under a boulder the size of a house hid a secret. Val lifted the huge rock and shifted it to one side, everyone helping her dig a good 5ft down, a metal box burried. inside it, things peach had hidden away. Boulder returned, box under her arm, she went home, and proceeded to sit and stare at the box for an hour, debating internally just what to say, how to brign this up. Her brain made a very saddening decision, digging out a couple of travel bags, filling them with the things she needed to leave, shoving them under the bed to grab and go. Clothes, money, IDs, even Val's original pokeball, an item locked in a safe normally.

Grey got in first, came home to the smell of comfort food and fresh herbs, a little worried about the evening. Peach never asked for their time like this, nor offered to do dinner, she'd just do it without discussion. The event felt off. She got him a beer, and one for herself, fondly listening to him talk about his day, not a word said, just smiles and nods. Grey said nothing of the muddy shovel out front under the porch awning, assuming it was just Peach out doing some digging in the garden...though she never left her tools there. It was nothing, right?

Plum finally got in, kicking her shoes off, a sigh, complaints of the long day dealing with the mainland HQ and their monthly missions ahead. A lot of travel collecting data. She was also handed a beer, little lime in it, just how she liked them. They sat and talked, Peach unnervingly tentative, making sure nothing burnt, serving up a real special dinner.

It was afterwards that they all got to sit down on the sofa that they realised Peach wasnt sitting, she was by the sink, wringing her hands, staring out the window. It took them calling to her to snap her from her own thoughts, glancing over her shoulder. In her mind, this was the last time she'd be looked at like that, a notion that made her chest tight. So she sat, not with them, in an armchair to one side, and struggled to find the right words for a while. Grey and Plum both saw her looking for something, rummaging in hr pocket, placing a signet ring on the table, and a photo, tattered but in one piece. The ring had a family crest on it that they recognised, unsure how Peach got one. The photo of a family, one child looking very much like the professor, standing nervously beside figureheads of a notorious Sinnoh family, alwasy shrouded in questionable rumours, somehow dodging the law and avoiding any legal action with either careful planning or ridiculous luck. No one truly knew.

And Peach proceeded to introduce herself, her real self, the name she was given, not the one she chose. While Grey held the weighty fine crafted ring, and plum stared at the photo, she told them everything. Every nasty secret, every horrible detail, how she was trained, how she grew up, who raised her and what for. Plum knew her at her worst, and never realised it. Ranger days made a lot of sense, why Peach was so angry, so irritable. A kid who grew up way too fast, who left behind her flesh and blood for an orphaned pokemon, to try to save it from her heartless family. The name peach used back then was a lie too, falsified like everything else about her.

After expressing her sorrow and regret, for the horrible things she had to do, and chose to do herself, she got up, took the ring and the photo, and took a last look at the pair who failed to say anything. There was no coming back but despite the sinking feeling Peach did the right thing, finally free of carrying around all the lies, they deserved that much. She left for the bedroom after an apology, pulled her to go bags out, and quickly made her way to the door to go, having to pass by the pair on the sofa, saying nothing, didnt even dare look. Booker, Bob and Val on her heels, Boa no doubt in her usual place out in the garden, Peach had planned the route already, probably take a trip over to Unova, try to find a way to start again.

A 'hey!' caught her attention, turning in the open door to face Plum, heard her coming, rushed steps on the wood floors, followed by a searing sting to the cheek, her hand connecting hard. Stunned but not surprised by the slap, Peach didnt say anything, the pain sharp, but understandable. She expected her anger, but not the tears, not the weird mix of feelings going on with the ranger. Grey hadnt gotten up from the sofa, staring off into no where. Plum shouted, said peach should have said sooner, should have been transparent with it all, not for her sake, but for Grey, the poor guy had been with her for 11 years and not once had she mentioned this? Awful! Peach took the berrating, didnt retaliate, without a leg to stand on. The anger turned to sadness, more tears, blame thrown around, but finally, she pointed at the bags and sneered 'and then you run? youre a coward.'

Plum was right. She was a coward, didnt respond. the bag was taken from her hand and dumped on the floor, the ranger took her hand and dragged her back in the house, demanding the other satchel on her shoulder, tossing it to a chair without care. Plum called Grey and he finally looked up, rose from his chair, rushed to them both, mustering the biggest hug he could manage. He cried, plum was already in tears, peach didnt understand what was happening. This wasnt how it was suppose to go.

The house mons realised there was a pile up going on, a couple climbing up legs to get in on the hug.

It was difficult to grasp that despite the anger, despite the sorrow, neither wanted her gone? She didnt understand. Plum kept looking at her with fury that forced peach to glance away, but she was still holding her tight? It was a difficult time of figuring out what to feel and what to do. But the truth was both plum and grey were sad for her, sad that she'd been carrying that around for years alone, sad that she didnt feel like she could come to them sooner. They discussed it, dragged Peach to the sofa and forced her to sit there with them while they figured out just what to do next.

In the end Plum was furious but the anger subsided, and all that was left was grief, as if she was feeling sad for Peach, who seemed indifferent to it, and stayed very quiet for a long while. Grey while painfully sad was just glad she finally told him about who she really was, he held both his girls in bed and refused to let go, stayed up late, none of them able to sleep well at all, tossing and turning.

Things got easier with time. The jokes started to return, their conversations got snarky and dark, a humour that felt comforting to them all. Did plum take a little of her anger out on Peach? yes. yes she did.

but hey, no more secrets.

well.

until Peach decided on a lighter note to share with her that shes been painting for years and those paintings funded the island expansions....and plum and her family paid top dollar for them at auction......and bragged about them. to the creators face. without knowing.

ok now no more secrets!

[paintedcrows]

Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)

[sabertoothwalrus]

don't ask him about that it's private

[egophiliac]

bring back zooterkins, the best 17th-century swear word

I don't normally do Just Characters Swearing, but. ...this kind of wrote itself and then wouldn't leave my head. it comes from both a piece of character-writing advice that has always stuck with me, and also my conviction that Leona is 1000% funnier as a character if his dialogue has to stay G-rated. let Kalim say fuck, but don't let Leona say bastard.

(I'm sorry)

[littlelightfish]

This... this is a whole different kind of psychic damage here. When nightmares got Marcille, we get to knew that her's biggest fear is outliving her friends. This isn't even canon probably, but look at this. This isn't a "I don't want my friends to die" kind of dream. This is a "I'm terrified of loosing my daughters, of something killing them, and being incapable of stopping it" kind of dream. It's so simple yet it explains perfectly the whole of chilchucks character. He loves, he cares, deeply. But he, or doesn't acknowledges, or doesn't know what to do with that knowledge.

Besides that. Someone had to wake him up after this. Imagine the devastation in this man after he wakes up. He just saw his three little babys murdered corpses (or maybe he saw them die, wich isn't better). He would possibly not talk about it, and that would worry the hell out of the party, because we'll, they see him all down and only one of them knows what he saw. Imagine being the one to pull him from that nightmare. Seeing this man, usually so composed, fuking staring with tears and terror in his eyes to the composes of what you can only assume are his daughters. It would be heartwrenching.

Idk, I love this man so much...

[musubiki]

my favorite fields of mistria boys 🥰

[secondbeatsongs]

source

[aahsokaatano]

people love extolling the virtues of ball-and-socket joints and how it makes us more advanced and all that but I don't see any fucking octopuses in slings now do I. Bones are overrated and I want a refund.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF Mikes talk about their extended family..

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[harrowedsoup]

I refuse to change my headcanon that most of the other people at Canaan House probably thought Gideon was Harrow’s pretty boy toy until she showed them she could actually fight because she acted exactly nothing like a real Cav in anyway. A teenage ruler shows up with a hot butch that clearly isn’t trained to be a ninth Cav or even a normal-ish one? Come on. They probably thought griddlehark were over compensating trying to hide by staying away from each other. 

[tapakah0]

Animation based on this gorgeous animatic that I kept rewatching for 2 months (and finally gave up) made by @wolfythewitch

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[akantorrr]

[sepezzz]

this stinker, Tma character sheet #6!

[nyaslashthreat]

shout out to when i told my dad about goncharov and he figured out it was fake because i told him "1973 martin scorsese film with robert de niro" and he said that wasn't possible because the godfather came out in 1972 and the godfather part II came out in 1974 and they wouldn't have had time to make a movie in between. a perfectly good jest, foiled by this man's weird and vast knowledge set