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abluescarfonwaston · 1 year

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Hope you don’t mind me asking, but how would the other prosecutors react to fruitbat Miles? Would Godot start calling him pup (as a replacement for kitten)? Would Klavier be mindful of how loud he plays his music? Simon being sorta the animal guy, would he be curious? Sorry for asking so much. I love your take on the AU and am always excited to hear more!

I never mind people engaging with stuff!!! I think Miles is fairly private about his nature for the most part. The other prosecutors are Very aware of the fact him and the Von Karma's are vampires but Von Karma was Very insistent that Miles never eat in public so the 'fruit bat' distinction is something very few of them are aware of. HR warns new hires that if they Do take the stairs despite it being 12+ floors that they should be aware that they May see a large bat flying up or down the stairs. That's the Chief Prosecutor. Beware what you say where he can hear.

I think Diego jumping through the eight mental hoops to go -vampire- bat- baby bats are pups- Alright Puppies lets go and just changing his entire metaphor to suit the prosecutor better is Very funny. One of the few days Godot and Miles are both in the office Godot finds Miles (not) sleeping above the coffee maker while it brews a new pot. Godot just stares at the bat sleeping in the steam of the coffee Machine until its done. Miles opens his eyes and PANIC. He panic flys out of the room and hides in his office clutching his chest for 20 minutes. Godot just pours himself a cup and stifles a smile.

Klavier is completely unaware of any issues until the Chief stomps into his office and unplugs his equipment. Gets a Furious long winded lecture about letting his equipment scream at all hours of the night and day. Apollo and Trucy see him that week and he's CONVINCED Edgeworth is going to suck him dry. Trucy (knows her uncle is a fruit bat) is practicing her poker face SO Hard. He decides to get rid of the equipment and be 'professional' like Kristoph told him to be. To solve the problem. Herr Von Karma watches him tearfully take down his stuff only to collapse in relief after he unplugs one speaker. "Oh gods that awful noise stopped." Turns out one of his speakers was just Blaring a high pitched frequency constantly and after he fixed it they had no issues. Those rooms are VERY well sound proofed.

Simon - goth to his core had a vampire contact him about a work arrangement while in prison. He doesn't Really want to be a vampire or anything but he's SO ready to play up the thralled minion at any opportunity. He Does kinda owe him a life debt after all. Edgeworth does Not enjoy. Franziska adores it. He's probably the only one who has Seen Edgeworth's bat form and realized he's not a vampire bat. He's a fruit bat. He brings pineapple to his yearly reviews and enjoys watching Edgeworth try Not to drool or ask for some. For the sake of his image.

#fruit bat miles edgeworth #vampire miles #miles edgeworth #diego armando #i don't actually know the prosecutors after aai2 at all #given i haven't played those games #but going of the Edgeworth-dono part i'd say Simon has a high regard for Edgeworth #but he's also a man of chaos #Poor Klavier and him have a very strained relationship #not helped by the Weeks of High pitched warefare he accidentally subjected him too #Klavier crying to apollo and trucy: HES GOING TO KILL ME #HES GOING TO DRAIN ME DRY #Trucy eating a banana she got from Uncle Miles: mmmmmhmmmm

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cloudeling · 2 years

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have some guys .idk

rbs > likes + taglist under cut :3

@puzzlingpapercrown @ranboo-vods @glow-duo @air-so-sweet @zrenia @tommeowinnit

#tangotek #impulsesv #etho #ethoslab #hermitcraft #cloudelart #i have 3 other pieces that i could b working on but i got frustrated w how slow i draw so now we get these guys. lol.#somethings Off abt tango but i cant !! figure out what it is !!!! so. im just posting it as is. whagever.#i think my brains been scrambled or something idk idk #okay we're done time 2 hit post. mmmmmhmmmm. mabye ill draw cwil ina bit

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iwantedtosavetheworld · 2 years

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I'm so attracted to trans women

#(mmmmmhmmmm says the chorus)

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weeping-gospels · 2 years

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“ Women are so pretty. I remember seeing the most beautiful specimens people back in Everhallow when I was a leetle bard. Creatures of all different varieties showing off their divine femininity and power, their independence and determination…the flawless figures of all different sizes..the weaponry and spellcraft..

Their rodent - like features, their wintery white fur, the sharp horns of a ram, the magnificent display of petty magic — “

AHEM

“ …

Anyway! “

#mmmmmhmmmm.#you ain’t slick girl.

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thechekhov · 2 months

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Chekhov Reads Dungeon Meshi: CH52

Everyone else: surrounded by at least family or friends.

Senshi: just me and my trusty frying pan

இ௰இ

I feel like Kui-san created the perfect explanation for the artistic whim of 'I wanna draw high fantasy.... or maybe horror.... hmm.... and now I wanna draw cookbooks. And now I wanna draw steampunk!' and just made it work for her.

Queen shit, honestly.

Wow, dwarves are way more uptight than I thought. No drinking in the trolley?!

It's YOUR turn on the backstory, Laios.

Laios going into the military and then immediately backing out with a 'thanks but no thanks' is very... Laios.

He's also suddenly emaciated. This feels like there's parts being left out.

and ALSO why is Falin here???? Oh wait it's just another person.

.......so Falin was at the academy until her brother showed up and then ALSO DESERTED????? She didn't even graduate or anything? She just noped out one day???????

Marcille heart attack in 3.... 2....... 1................

"You literally came by and STOLE my girlfriend from school!"

Senshi you..... you literally almost died of starvation in a dungeon due to lack of planning and then just did Whatever and got by. 😂

Laios, did you leave your baby sister behind because the people were dicks? Is this just Laios telling it badly, or was he just a kid dealing with it badly?

And WHERE ARE THE PARENTS, WHY IS SHE EATING ALONE.

For being a fantasy manga, this has incredibly modern social issues.

Or maybe the issues in question are just timeless.

AAAAA MARCILLE WERE YOU LISTENING

The horrified, stupid feeling of realization when you're a little bit of an asshole, but not on purpose - just out of ignorance. Oooooh godddds, this is so real. This is so REAL!

It's so dumb how human this manga is. I love it.

...th...this metaphor may be getting a bit out of hand...... is it really as simple as eggs on bacon...????

okay............where are you going with this.......?

MmmmmHMMMM. I see. Hmmm. Interesting. HmmMMM. I....okay.

no, no, he's got a point.

But actually, was IS the plan here? He says that as though it's a workable plan but.

Is the idea to just.... eat Falin's non-human parts??? That's most of her. Up to her neck. You have, what, a neck and a head? Are you working under the assumption that there's more human parts buried in dragon meat? You're working under the assumption that she hasn't become the dragon as much as it became her.

Idk, man. It all feels very....... raw.

But I'm sure it'll work out EXACTLY like this.

Get your knife and fork, Kabru. You've been formally invited to dine on the body of Laios' sister who killed you once.

#dungeon meshi #chekhov reads dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi quick reacts #dungeon meshi liveblog

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taintandviolent · 1 year

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Drabble- Kai Anderson and pink (maybe a bimbo reader?)

Sorry if that's pretty random-love your blog so much by the way, you're so talented!!

song: my type - saweetie (there ain't no fucking..... way..... you have powers that are misunderstood by god himself...) also thank you so very much ahhh!! appreciate that!

Your tongue writhed around, trying desperately to find the straw. You'd had a few already, but really who were you to turn down a free drink from some dumb-dumb man who thought you had a nice ass? You were no one to do that, that's who.

"What!?" You yelled, too loudly. The man furrowed his brows, like he was annoyed. He looked annoyed, but his hair was blue, so you really didn't care. You flipped a hairsprayed lock from your face, fanning yourself with your free hand. The way the pink and blue lights hit your nails is so pretty, oh my god.... You set the drink down, and reached into your handbag. The phone came out, and your Instagram followers got to see, too. You held your hand out in front of you, rotating it back and forth.

He repeated himself again, louder, but you 100% did not hear him over the music. So, you nodded, spreading your plush, pink lips into a wide smile and brightening your eyes. "Yeah, totally. Mmmmmhmmmm!"

"The meeting is at ten tonight."

You pulled the straw from your mouth, gloss sticking to the plastic. "Wait, what? What meeting?"

He inhaled -- you saw his nostrils flare. "Were you even listening to what I just said? Or are you just too stupid to understand?"

Uhhhhh, excuuuuse me? Your bubbly attitude went flat like a forgotten coke on the bar. You sucked your top teeth, reaching over to grip his jaw. "See that guy over there? That's my type. He probably has a Lamborghini or something, shit-dick. Go wash your hair. Then we'll talk."

The rest of the drink went on his lap.

#lmao what the FUCK I AM SO SORRY #questions answered #drabbles #ask box drabbles #Kai Anderson x reader #Kai Anderson x you #anonymous #Kai Anderson #AHS Cult #mydrabbles

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sharonisthebettercarter · 29 days

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Slipknot Vermillion Butchlander.

FUCK. YES.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH~<3<3<3 buckle in buckle in y'all cause this about to be a DOOZY<3!!

songs if ya hadn't heard them~<3 (def give them a listen, pt.2 is like an acoustic version, both lovely~<3, same general themes tho different vibes which-- ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

youtube

anywho~<3

FIRST OF ALL. YES. absolutable~<3

you beautiful beautiful little monster, this is PERFECT. okay, okay, yes, i'm getting too excited lmao. BUTT--

"I won't let this build up inside a me--"

this is an absolutely perfect opportunity for a deep dive into billy's psyche, psychosis, and an incredible exploration of psychological horror~<3

and it starts~?

with a *married* butchlander<3<3<3 OOH~<3!! (altho fair to use for for other ships with butcher, just doesn't get to the same level of psychological turmoil from the whole *husband is the villain* thing--;)))))))))) ANYWHO<3

basically butcher and homie are in a loving, *healthy* relationship. john is a good husband. maybe they even have ryan<3 or a little baby in billy's belly on the way<3<3<3 (or both~! lmao, always gotta throw that in-- ;))))))))))) a/b/o always an option, trans/intersex billy too, the world is the oyster~<3 any explanation like homie can just knock dudes up i guess lmfao--maybe that was the start-- :O ;)))))))) anyway, everything's perfect--except...

billy's having a bit of psychological... trouble. in which for some reason, his brain seems to be fabricating an entire reality with a loving and perfect wife, becca/becky--where his husband is the villain who tore them apart... and the situation in turn... starts to drive him and john apart...

and at first, of course, they'd be managing, between medications, care, brain scans, billy having nightmares and dreams, john trying to help, fighting and screaming, moments homie would have to hold billy down because he's having a meltdown, john having all the proof to keep billy from going nuclear/make it clear that he's... unwell, and that he's there for billy. maybe even a dna test to show that ryan is *theirs* and no one else's if a baby still in billy ain't enough--

but trust is wavering.

OOH, exploration into billy falling down that rabbit hole and believing it so much, he makes an effort to investigate and run away while homie always comes to get him/find him, drag him back home--and always *always*, refuse to hurt him even while billy is at his worst trying to force his hand, maybe even asking john to kill him so this doesn't continue--and again, his husband refusing.

now here's the kicker<3<3<3

this story could be done in two main ways (with expansive variations~<3, 3 if you count the middle road<3<3<3)

OOH! but before i dive into that, i should also mention that billy potentially being the *villain* in his own mind--in which he kidnaps and tortures and holds captive this *perfect* woman while john is none the wiser--ooooooohhhhhh... we'll come back to that one~<3 ;)

back on *john* being the villain in billy's mind.

"she isn't real. I can't make her real--"

and there in lies the *question*...

whether or not billy *is* experiencing psychosis and john is *actually* the villain, is it's own exploration~<3<3<3. depending on which version (regular or pt. 2), you channel the vibes of lmao

pt. 2 def feels like it could be more of a tragic rendition of this idea, where billy really *is* experiencing psychosis and john *is* a loving husband who *is* trying to help and care for billy<3

but the original...? mmm. let's just say there could be various... hints of a completely manipulated world around them--signs of a world *rewritten* or people silenced ,sides to john that he never *ever* shows to billy. certain... *things* that would certainly *imply* he is the *monster* billy's mind has made him--maybe it's billy's real memories trying to spill through whatever homelander did to him-- ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

mmmmmhmmmm~<3<3<3

BUTT, my personal fave?

*open. ended*

in which... there are... hints that might suggest one is true, and then the other, or even elements of both, but there's never truly an answer given... OOOH<3 FUCK YES. OOF, just the IDEA def gets me lol

i do feel the songs lean towards the 'she isn't real' factor (for obvious reasons lol) but for a fic~? ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

for variation in that exploration (and maybe an easy way to dig into the open ended vibes, but with a twisty lean~<3), maybe *most* of the 'hints' implicate one way with extremely *vague* BLINK AND YOU MISS IT hints for the *other* end, and one very *strong* hint/scene that ties together all the *vague* hints and makes them... impossible to ignore~<3

gawd i love psychological horror<3<3<3 lmao can you tell?

NOW. what about *billy* being the villain~<3?

OOOOHHHHHHH!!! now *that* one has some *real* hard potential for gut wrenching love from john<3<3<3 (i should also mention, *def* an option for psychosis with *john* there and OOF gotta stop giving myself expansions into this but it's just so FUCKING GOOD, LISTEN TO THE SONGS DAMMIT AND FEEL INSPIRED--)

similar enough deal, except with billy believing he's committed these horrible crimes to an innocent woman, a wonder of it might have been real or not and john trying to be by his side and settle his mind--and of course, the potential for a seriously covered up horrific crime because john's not about to lose his husband *for any reason*<3<3<3

maybe billy believes he committed the crime when it was really john and they covered it up together but billy--

this of course works just as lovely for the *canon compliant* show option with *john* feeling the full brunt of his psychosis--and billy trying to cover it up... *OR*... did it really happen at all? is billy right, is ryan really *their* son and there was no becky/becca?

;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

oh i know i am absolutely TERRIBLE I KNOW-- but listen. LISTEEEENNNN... I FUCKING LOVE PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR, OKAY!?!?!

anywho~<3

there's also an element of serious *danger* involved with homie being the one to experience psychosis (powers and all, def one with billy too but not nearly as savage--unless a course ya give him powers too<3), especially if homie *convinces* himself that he *is* this *monster*, and therefore *must* act as this monster.

ooh, def some dives into comics themes but it go a little somethin'... like this:

"i think, therefore i am" or cogito, ergo sum (heeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyy that's a title if i ever done seen one for this one lmfao only if 'vermillion' isn't used i guess, alternatively 'cinnabar'<3)

and

"i can, therefore i must"

but the comics actually have a perfect set up for this too--OOH! it kinda goes back to that 'detective husbands' prompt lmao (expect a little different obviously) where instead of being a 'convinced i'm right when i'm wrong' dickwad billy or even *homie knows he didn't do it* (he would have to be on that edge of sanity/not know for sure for this one to work<3) we have a billy who actually legit *explores* and *investigates* what happened to becky because he *sees* that things don't add up *before* he starts actively making it worse. instead doing his own *solo* detective work~<3

maybe even stalking, meeting, getting to know homelander (*john*) personally. possibly even with the motive of finding his weakness, etc. and then tripping and landing on his dick and falling in love along the way~<3<3<3

lmao could be that billy even *abandons* the boys to get to the bottom of what really happened-- but also cause he ends up knocked up after realizing homie *was not* in fact the culprit<3<3<3

do feel the homie versions (show or comics) would deal less with the 'vermillion' vibes or i guess less chance for *open ended* horror themes, and more of a cut clean *he did it/he didn't do it* and is losing his mind sorta feel. in a sense, *becky* def *wouldn't* be real for comics homie because they never actually interacted (while the show version could be actively trying to remember her/struggling with who he *used* to be--OOH!! jason blood is def a place to look for inspo there~<3), so the tie in could be *exquisite* for sure, but it def is a slightly different feel lol

honestly might consider writing the comics/vermillion themed one (at some point, i have promised myself to other shit), it would explore billy instead of using homie as an excuse to be his worst self, homie becoming billy's excuse to hold onto what becky actually wanted for him/turn homie good (which is cute and sad in it's own way but could be SO fucking precious<3) and that would be some GOOD shit<3<3<3

FUCK! this is probably gonna build up inside a me i--

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cyberciggie · 8 months

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Mmmmmhmmmm

#dhmis #self shipper #dhmis briefcase #f/o #f/o community

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sylphidine · 6 months

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[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 31

Fandom: Deltarune

‘Verse: Human AU

Pairing: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]

Characters: T,M. Tanner, Spamton Addison, Swatch Paletta

Rating: Mature

Chapter title: Breather Level

Chapter summary: T.M. stumbles upon some of Spamton's unlockable content.

Author notes:

So sorry for the long delay in posting. World news affecting friends and family in both my online and offline lives, as well as my employment situation being precarious, have been a bit of a distraction.

In addition, writing the Spamton flashback chapters was a bit of an emotional drain on me, more than I expected. I put a lot of my own experiences into those chapters as a survivor of a power-imbalanced abusive relationship and rejection by blood family, leading to my own stint as a homeless person for some months, as well as trying to follow Spamton's arc in DELTARUNE Chapter 2.

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“Sorry I had to steal your boyfriend away from you, Birdman, but I needed those magic hands of his.”

“Mmmmmhmmm. Far be it from me to hoard all that talent for myself. You know I’ll always share, Moggy.”

“You g-guys? I’m st-st-still in the room, you know.”

“As if I could ever forget, Short Stuff.”

The three of them were currently squished together on the loveseat. Swatch had their arm around T.M.’s shoulders; Spamton lay across Swatch’s lap with his legs partially draped over T.M.'s lap as well, his head on one armrest and his feet braced on the other.

T.M. leaned over Swatch’s chest to ruffle Spamton’s hair. She expected him to pull away with some kind of comment about “hands off the merchandise”, but instead Spamton gave her an exaggerated wink and rubbed the side of her hand with the side of his head like a cat demanding skritches.

Well. That was unexpected. But she was glad to see him more cheerful than he’d been on Tuesday night. She still felt uncomfortable about the way she’d snapped at him, when he’d obviously just been looking for someone to talk to, and the days following had kept her too busy to make a formal apology.

All hell had broken loose, metaphorically speaking, at WRCI that week once the latest spike of world news crossed the AP wire service. Leroux Kaard had put out an all-hands alert to staffers that all DJs would need to learn how to record up-to-the-minute reports to play during their scheduled slots, to take some of the load off Kit Evslin, the station’s News Director, and Kit’s two assistants.

As Production Manager, T.M. had tapped Spamton first to help her with the back end in the production studio, because of his previous experience with mixing boards. She did the one-on-one training with the rest of the staff, he took over making the cartridges with messages from the station’s advertising patrons. She didn’t know anyone else, besides herself and Spamton, who would leave Prodo cleaner than the way they’d found it.

Now it was Saturday night at Swatch’s and Spamton’s place. The other two had done tag-team cooking to make chicken and broccoli with alfredo sauce, T.M. had brought over some cocktail shrimp. The leftovers were already parceled out, labeled, and packed in the fridge.

She smiled down at the short man, then shifted slightly back into the curve of Swatch’s arm. They tilted their head to lean onto the top of hers and said, “I’m too comfortable to move from this spot.”

Which was almost exactly what was on T.M.’s mind, In more ways than one.

And as if Spamton had also tapped into her brain, he started quietly singing, “Make the world go away…”

T.M. acknowledged that sentiment with a quiet “Mmmmmhmmmm”.

“Then it’s settled,” Swatch answered her. “None of us are ever leaving this couch again. Sorry, Moggy, you live here now.” “Suits me. My legs are asleep anyway.”

“How refined.”.

“Hey, that’s my line,” she pouted. “Someone ought to whip you into shape!”

“Hey, yourself. I’m not the one who writes ‘manage tasks’ next to every entry in her day planner!”

“And I’m not the one who stays up so late drawing and painting and gets so tired that they expect colors to flow from their fingertips when they wave their hand!”

“Are - are you two f-fighting or flir-flirting? It's hard to tell."

T.M. caught the uncertainty in Spamton's voice and made sure her tone didn't sound like a mocking one when she replied. "It's more play-fighting than anything, I guess. Me and Swatch were quoting our old teacher, Sister Agneta Marques. She was a real trip. More bark than bite."

Swatch was quick to interject, "And, no, she wasn't one of those nuns who slap your hand with a ruler, like you hear about. Her idea of whipping people into shape was having kids do something to stretch what they were already good at. The literal extra mile for the kids who liked to run, pre-algebra problems for the kids who liked math. She made it a challenge instead of discipline.”

“I wish there were more teachers like that around, but these days teachers don’t get paid nearly enough to put up with some of the shit kids pull. No wonder so many of them get burned out, even the nuns.” An idea struck her, and she asked, "So, Spamton, what about you? Any teachers in your past who influenced you?'

She wasn't prepared for the reaction she got. T.M. could literally see Spamton's leg muscles tense despite him not fully touching her, and she felt Swatch suck in a breath as she leaned on them.

Oops.

"Ooookay. What did I say wrong? I think I just wandered into a minefield."

Swatch stayed silent, and Spamton's verbal response wasn't immediate. She saw him tightly close his eyes; behind his lenses, his eyelids almost looked bruised. After a minute, he gave an incredibly cynical-sounding chuckle.

"Funny you should mention influences. Swatch and I have pretty much done nothing for the last week except talk about a particular teacher who ‘INFLUENCED’ me.” Another hard bark of laughter. “I wouldn't say that my 'teacher' was as well-meaning as yours."

Whoa.

Boy, had she ever struck a nerve. Spamton had spat that out without stuttering over a single syllable. His entire voice was different. Brasher, deeper, harsher, and getting louder as he went along. Almost as if someone else was speaking through him.

And he sounded PISSED.

Maybe not pissed at her, but pissed all the same.

T.M.'s mind went blank. Swatch's chest barely moved under her shoulder blade. Spamton's posture was completely rigid. The awkwardness in the room was practically palpable.

Spamton abruptly swung his legs to the edge of the loveseat and wriggled off Swatch's lap. As he clumsily got to his feet, he muttered, "I’m so fucking tired. Tired of - tired of thinking about this, and t–t-t-talking about it, and c-covering this shit over and over and over again. I n-n-need some space.”

T.M. watched him stumble out of the living room. A minute later she heard the door to the bedroom he and Swatch shared close; not a slam, but definitely in the forceful side.

Waves of embarrassment, confusion and guilt washed over her, and some of that must have conveyed itself to Swatch, because suddenly they had dragged her into their lap, their arms completely around her, their breath stirring her hair as they crooned, “it’s alright, it’s alright, you couldn’t have known.”

She tried to calm her own breathing; she hadn’t realized she was nearly gasping until some air almost went down the wrong pipe and she narrowly avoided coughing. She concentrated on the feeling and sound of Swatch’s heartbeat against her cheek.

Finally T.M. felt confident enough to make an attempt to speak. “Sorry I broke the mood, Swatchy.” She scootched back to sit on the cushion next to Swatch, not wanting to put too much weight on their bad leg.

“You did no such thing,” they reassured her. “Are you okay?”

So much for hiding from Swatch that Spamton’s tone had reminded her of her father’s voice in the buildup before words turned to blows. Swatch knew her too well.

“I will be,” she said. “Question is, is Spamton? Does he really want space, or should we go check on him? You’d know better than I would.”

“Hmmm.” Swatch leaned back and looked up at the ceiling for a minute, then back at her. “ I wouldn’t presume to guess; I’ve never had him ask for space from me before.” They gave a small sigh before continuing, “Between you and me, there are times when he’s downright clingy, and without breaking any confidences, he’s had reason to be.”

“Huh.”

“If I felt sure that it wouldn’t completely freak him out, I’d try a Wonder Wheel, like we used to do with Catechu when we were all kids.”

She had to ransack her memories before she recognized the reference. “Oh, yeah, Wonder Wheel! Protection circle so that the monsters wouldn’t get him. Why did Fairlight let us watch those horror movies so late at night, anyway?“

Swatch answered, “Because she knew that we’d literally have each other’s backs when we were scared, and she was right.”

T.M. smiled at the recollection. “And let me guess. Without breaking any confidences, would you say Spamton thought he had people who had his back, and those people let him down?”

“Pretty much.”

“Hmmm.”

She was suddenly reminded of the handful of times in the three years they’d been suitemates that GiGi had turned to T.M. for “Squishy Boob Comfort”, even though GiGi herself had a lot more in that area than T.M. had. GiGi meant nothing racy by it, but T.M. wasn’t so sure that Spamton would see it quite that way.

“Do we go for trying a Wonder Wheel anyway?” she asked now, before she could lose her nerve.

Swatch considered it for a minute, and then replied. “Worth a try, but I may have to crash at your place if it goes badly.”

“Understood.”

“No, I’m not sure if you do. If you don’t want Spamton to freak out, he absolutely *needs* to be the big spoon.”

T.M. blinked. “Ohhhhh-kay then. A little more TMI than I needed or wanted to know. So that puts you in the middle spot? Different. But I’ll go with it. Not like you and I have never napped together before.”

“Good on ya, Moggy.” Swatch got to their feet and gallantly extended their hand to help her up. They both walked quietly down the hallway and Swatch gently tapped on the bedroom door before slowly opening it.

In the darkened room, Spamton was curled up like a shrimp in the exact center of the bed, his eyes closed, his glasses off, one foot tucked under the other. He acknowledged Swatch’s and T.M.’s presence with a grunt..

Swatch cleared their throat and said in a questioning tone, “Permission to sit?” It sounded like a code to T.M.

Without moving from his tightly coiled position or opening his eyes, Spamton answered, “P-permission granted. You too, T.M.”

T.M. took her cue from Swatch and waited for them to sit before moving carefully around to the other side of the bed and sitting on the edge. It made for a bit of an odd position, with her body mostly turned away from the other two, but she was trying not to make any more blunders.

After a minute, Spamton said, “I still - still don’t want to talk.”

“Then we don’t have to talk.” Swatch took off their shoes and closed the bedroom door halfway so only a little light crept in from the hallway. They swung their legs onto the bed and lay flat on their back. “No talk, only cuddle.”

Spamton gave a sigh and repeated, “N-no talk, only c-cuddle.” He opened his eyes, looked at T.M., and gave her a watery smile. “You might as - as well st-stay over. It’s - it’s late, and there’s room.” He patted the bed and turned over, pillowing his head on Swatch’s chest.

Well.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess.

“No talk, only cuddle,” T.M.agreed. She removed her Doc Martens boots, got onto the bed and lay down on her side so that she could drape one arm over both Spamton and Swatch.

She surprised herself by falling asleep, not even ten minutes later.

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