go read PMD: Seekers of Soul by @teshamerkel right now
pmd fandom you've done it again
Seriously, this is one of the best fan-made works in the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon fandom. (A must-read if you're 2x weak to the Found Family trope too) It's so, so so so incredibly well-written, explores so many aspects of PMD, and genuinely captured the original feeling of playing the games for me. Please, check it out if you haven't!
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I just joined roier's stream to hear him start talking about bobby to pepito what if I killed myself
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Cuddly
"Y'know, I never expected you to be this...cuddly." a voice rang out in the middle of the night, stirring the boy beside him awake.
Mono sat up, taking a second to regain his senses, he wasn't going to lie and say that he wasn't a *little* upset he'd been woken up. Just because Seven was the one who woke him doesn't change that fact. Between the constant nightmares and dangers outside, sleep was getting harder and harder to come by.
Seven could feel those dark eyes glaring into him even with that paper bag on. He gulped. "Ah, sorry did I wake you?" Seven's voice was shaky as he spoke, subconsciously fiddling with whatever he could find, something he did whenever he was nervous.
Mono sighed. There's really no reason to stay mad, not when they had other things to worry about. "S' fine..." Mono slurred, Seven knew it wasn't though, they both did.
Seven was starting to feel bad about even speaking up in the first place. Until Mono's voice snapped him out of his guilt.
"At' was it you even said?"
Seven held back a chuckle at Mono's slurred speech. "I said you're more cuddly than I thought you'd be."
Since Mono insisted on wearing that damn paper bag all the time, Seven's had to rely on body language to understand how his friend was feeling, and by the way his shoulders slumped, Seven could tell he was disappointed.
"I-," Mono paused, looking down at the tattered blanket they were sharing. "You say that like it's a bad thing." He mumbled underneath his breath, almost too quiet for Seven to hear.
Seven felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, Mono didn't just sound disappointed, he sounded sad. Almost...hurt. But, why? What had Seven done?
Seven scratched the back of his neck. He really wasn't the best at comforting people, but he didn't want Mono to be sad. "It-its not a bad thing...it just...surprised me. No offense, but when we first met I thought you wanted to bite off my hand."
Mono's head popped up, almost as if in revelation, before he looked back down, holding his arm embarrassed. "Yeah...sorry about that. I've just–I've been through a lot."
Seven frowned, putting his hand on Mono's shoulder as a comforting gesture. "You can talk to me about it if you want. I-I mean if you don't want to, that's okay too. I just think you might...feel better if you do. I won't judge if that's what you're scared of,"
Anybody else would probably be unnerved at having two black cut out eyes look at you. But Seven wasn't, because he knew underneath that paper bag, Mono was smiling at him.
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i wish i could commission music and art but i have no money
i dont even have a bank account
i just wanna have someone help make good music
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