#and then eventually fall asleep

[zarla-s]

We move forward, 'cause we can't go back...

It's the EIGHTH anniversary of Handplates, and the first one after I finished the comic back in July! I decided to dig up a very old wip that I never finished and finally do it. I've always loved WeMoveForward by The Midnight, and I think it applies not only to the comic itself but also this period after it... there's no way to go back to when I was doing it, only moving forward after it's done.

Even more appropriately, since I did this wip, these characters all moved forward even further... even as this sat in my files, they moved forward, in a sense. I don't know, the song gives me a sort of plaintive, longing, bittersweet feeling... it's hard to explain.

I had a very insistent voice in my head that always made me do a Handplates page over the years I was working on it, no matter what happened. I wasn't sure if that voice would ever stop, even when it's done, but it has! It's gotten quieter now, mostly only nagging me about other projects I should be working on (Defrag, the Ace Attorney/Frozen fic, web design, fic ideas, art ideas...) whenever I'm doing something, much like it did before I started the comic.

How I feel about Handplates finishing though is strange. At times it doesn't feel like it's over, even if I don't feel like I need to do another page. At other times I get sad thinking about it and I miss it, and other times I look back on it with amazement that I was able to do it. Sometimes I look back on it and think about what was happening in my life at that time, and sometimes when I look at it it's unreal and it's hard to believe I even did it, like someone else did the whole thing. It's like it's there but it's not, it's present but it isn't. It's a very strange feeling, it's hard to describe or pin down. I know it'll always be with me in some way, but it is strange to be able to focus so much attention on other things without that feeling of having to set aside a few days to do a page every two weeks... not bad or anything, but I'm not used to it still.

I don't know! When I read the comments on the last page a lot of them made me cry, especially those talking about how the comic had been their childhood, and now their childhood is over. It was sad to think that I had a part in something like that ending... but it ends for everyone, no matter what you do. We, you and me, everyone... we move forward, 'cause we can't go back. That line was so evocative for me that I even used it as a chapter title for the penultimate chapter on Comicfury.

I don't know, just nostalgic thoughts! I don't know if that's the right word for it... but thank you to all of you who read it and enjoyed it. Even now I hear from new people coming to it and reading through it again now that it's done. Even if it's finished, it's still new to people just finding it. It's still "living" in a sense. And thanks to those of you who stuck around even though it's done, I appreciate it. |D

(As a note, the Gaster ukagaka has a surprise if you boot him on the anniversary after seeing the brothers, if you haven't done that)

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#undertale #handplates #asgore #gaster #sans #papyrus #asriel #z art #man i like never draw asriel #i always feel guilty when i move on to something different than what brought people to me #but my interests never really die they just fall asleep for a little while #they always come back eventually

[iced-taro-milk-tea]

-ˋˏGossipping With Y/N ˎˊ

They definitely are talking about setting Frank and Eddie up on a date.

Also neighbor is so amazing at picking colours for Wally’s nails, he’s so happy with them!

Good job, you! ❤︎

#sleepovers with wally must be so fun #are they really sleepovers if wally doesnt sleep really? #he probably sees it more as a hangout until y/n eventually falls asleep on the couch #welcome home #welcome home fanart #wally darling #welcome home wally #welcome home arg #welcome home wally darling #welcome home puppet show #wally welcome home

[natelia-aldelliz]

Ghost gifts a single tiny ear loop to Soap one day. Says he noticed Soap had pierced ears. That rings keep from handling a gun or a knife properly. He doesn't make eye contact, tries to hide his face, even as he's already wearing his balaclava.

Soap blinks. Ghost has already given him gifts and only behaved that way for the very first one. He doesn't understand. The earring is very simple, but seems to be made of expensive material and not only covered with a thin leaf of gold.

"Didnae it come with another one?" he says, jokingly.

But Ghost flushes, turns his head, and lifts his mask, only enough for Soap to see the glinting of the other earring on his ear. Suddenly he understands that it's not simply a gift. Ghost favoured practicality, but he wanted to give him a ring.

He grabs his hand as it falls back down.

"Simon, what is this?" he asks softly, not daring to be hopeful just yet.

With his other hand, he reaches out to gently turn Simon's head back towards him. His cheeks and his nose are flushed, it makes the warmth of his dark eyes, generally hidden behind a sneer or a bored expression, undeniable.

He looks nervous. Johnny's heart is beating faster. Could it really be...?

"I know", Simon starts then pauses, uncertain. "I know I'm probably not what you thought you'd have, when you were younger" Soap wants to interrupt, to scoff, to protest that Simon is way better than anyone he could have hoped for, but doesn't. He never wants to cut off his love when he's barely starting to open up.

"I know that I'm not easy to be with some days, that I'm not friendly and easy going like you, like someone you'd deserved to be with." he continues, unconsciously pushing his face more into Soap's hand. "But... I love you, more than I thought I could, and I'd like... I'd like to be with you, for as long as you'd have me..."

Johnny's heart is soaring. He has no idea how to react. He'd have to get all the giddiness out first, and the moment doesn't seem appropriate for jumping around and squealing.

"Officially," Simon continues, voice quieter, out of breath. "If you want to."

A gigantic grin splits Johnny's face. All of his limbs are buzzing, he needs to stand up, to run, to explode something. But he's terrified to spook Simon so instead he just squeezes the hand he's holding rhythmically and moves his feet back and forth.

"Baby, are ye asking me tae marry ye?" Johnny says. He's pretty sure his voice is wobbly, but can't really hear it himself as the blood in his ears is louder than the rest.

Simon's eyes do something, what is visible of his face looks like he has an expression on but Johnny can't analyze it now, doesn't dare to see the hope in his eyes, the pleading in his brows.

"I... Yes, I guess I am," the love of his life says finally. "If you want to. You don't have to."

Soap can't keep himself in check any longer. He's making a high pitched noise, jumping up and down where he's seating on the bed, and throws himself at Simon.

"Of course ah fooking want tae!!!"

Simon lets out an excited giggle, swept in Johnny's mood, and tightens his arms around his lover. No, his fiancé.

This is the best day of his life. He just has to deal with this mission tomorrow, and then they can start to plan everything.

#cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #and now a bit of angst as a treat : #soap goes on his mission and doesn't return - ghost immediately goes to look for him and only finds traces of a struggle #then price receives a bloody earring and instructions to give out state secrets in exchange for soap #ghost goes ballistic - price doesn't deal with terrorists but has to make them believe he does to gain some time #they need to find where they keep soap - when they eventually manage to rescue him he's in a pretty bad shape and cries when he sees ghost #he looks like he hasn't slept since he was taken and his lobe is covered in dried blood where his captors ripped the earring from it #he sobs in ghost's arms that he lost it #that ghost had given him something so precious and he wasn't able to keep it and ghost knows that it's only because he's been tortured and #sleep deprived but it still breaks his heart & he doesn't know what to do and how to make soap understand that he loves him no matter what #johnny needs a medic and fluids and sleep and stitches and a cast but he can't bring himself to let him go so he just carries him #and doesn't let him go until he absolutely has to even as soap falls asleep on the way back and even as the others look at him with a look #on their face - it doesn't matter anyway soon he'll be simon mactavish and everyone will know #as he's waiting at soap's bedside watching him sleep price comes in and gives him the earring - it's been cleaned and looks good as new #then price asks him if he's invited and after a minute of ghost looking at him with wide eyes he eventually nods #'of course' he says 'we wouldn't be anywhere without you old man' #and price gently punches him in the shoulder #'you have to stop calling me old the recruits are convinced I'm like 50' #and ghost smiles for the first time in a week - he won't stop though - not until he convinces the recruits that price is at least 60

[squorgle]

Comfort Food

I’m thinking about a cozy stuffing with the richest, warmest, most comforting food in existence: a heaping bowl of pasta. A character has had a rough day, so when they finally have the evening to unwind and marathon their favorite show, they make it extra special by whipping up/ordering a family-sized pasta dish that’s absolutely drowning in a thick, creamy sauce. When they finally recline on the sofa and rest the warm bowl on the crest of their hungry belly, they’re already in a glazed over state of bliss. The show they’re watching is interesting enough to keep them glued while shoveling oversized forkfuls of pasta down their gullet, spraying flecks of sauce as they noisily slurp it up.

The first several mouthfuls of pasta settle delightfully in their tummy, washing away the troubles of the day. The sauce is so rich it catches in their throat, occasionally making them lightly cough to clear their palate. Incidentally, during one of said coughs, they notice the hefty weight deep in their belly. They look down in surprise to see a noticeable bump just under their breast, sloping gently toward their bellybutton. Lightly pressing their fingers against the bump jostles the digesting noodles, prompting a soft burp. A bout of action on the tv screen retracts their attention, and well…the still-warm bowl on their lap is wafting pleasantly spiced aromas past the gurgling mound in their belly and up to their nose. Their fork goes back to dutifully twirling, each mouthful delivering a hefty addition to the pasta already sitting in their belly like concrete.

To no one’s surprise, the bowl winds up empty and the belly ends up a heaving bowling ball atop a now moaning character. The show continues in the background, but the character is slumped into their cushions with their head tilted back, mouth hanging open to help get extra oxygen into a body that feels like it’s 99% composed of pasta. At that angle, their heavy, swollen stomach feels like it’s pressing against their lungs, stretching the skin of their abdomen uncomfortably. One hand is cradling their jutting-out underbelly, the other massaging the overstuffed organ while it gurgles away, emitting strained, shifting bubbles that they can feel under their fingers. Through throaty, gargling belches, they can feel the heat from their engorged stomach spreading deep into their body, extending down into their pants, only making them moan louder with each euphorically painful cramp. It feels like they filled their digestive system with wet sand, every labored breath urging up more gurgles and burps as their guts try to find space for the slop invading every nook and cranny.

The evening, starting out warm and comfortable, quickly evolved into a hot, sweaty, belch-filled night that can end in any way you can imagine.

#personally im torn between struggling to fall asleep while their belly aches and churns but eventually waking up to a bloated tender gut #or lasting as long as possible with an engorged stomach that roils and turns whenever they try to move #and when they finally get to their feet with their sickly belly hanging out in front of them they realize the lengths of their mistake #the rest of the night can be spent knelt in front of a toilet as it gets filled with regret #as a college student I’ve eaten quite a bit of Struggle Pasta lol #blurbs #stuffing

[thedragonemperess]

In my very humble opinion, Ness went to school for music production and theater but when that unfortunately didn't go anywhere, he got the job at Sparky's. He has a music-focused podcast on the side, though. It's called Music Theory.

#marankton speaks because why not #vanessa listens to it and gets mike to start #he tends to put it on while he falls asleep #one day while ness is taking his order and gets distracted talking about god knows what mike just goes 'your voice is very soothing' #queue flustered ness #queue oblivious and confused mike #as they get closer mike eventually ends up babysitting for abby #he finds out mike listens to his podcast and considering hes pretty popular he has a mini crisis #but mike has deadass not connected the dots that the hot waiter babysitter is the same person who talks him to sleep every night #idk theres an only one bed trope hidden in here somewhere #securitywaiter #security waiter #dreamtheory #dream theory #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf ness #ness fnaf

[quillkiller]

outtakes from my rita skeeter character study i did feverishly at 4am last night/this morning

#my delusional princess with a disorder #worlds worst person with narcissistic tendencies #only still alive out of sheer force of will and spite #mediocre journalist and writer with huge dreams and an ego the size of the universe #will sleep her way to the top #genuinely believe shes ’self made’ and ’rags to riches’ when in reality bella’s presence is giving her work and status and clout #she sleeps like 3h a night and wakes up with a cigarette hanging from her lips and face pressed against her notebooks #the type of person who lies to herself so often that shes gaslighting herself into believing it #’god ive been working so hard’ <— girl who stayed in bed all day staring at a notebook and chainsmoking #eventually gave up all together and decided to watch a kathrine hepburn film instead #but she genuinely believes no one is doing it like her……. #she doesnt ever cook only orders in #her flat is a mess and bordering on gross #she hasnt slept in her own bed in a year she always falls asleep at her desk or in her armchair #fails every single job interview and is off putting and intense #MY GIRL THE LOVE OF MY LIFE #rita skeeter

[clarisse-doodles]

Cass + ballet 🩰 (ft. supportive siblings and good dad Bruce)

I love the idea of Cass enjoying dance. It's an outlet that allows her to express herself without words, and I think she would enjoy the highly technical aspect of ballet combined with its storytelling and emotional side. and as a former dancer I always have fun imagining my fav characters do ballet :)

#ft good older bro dick grayson. and supportive babs and steph. and good dad bruce #sewing pointe shoes in the batcave as one does #cass jus having fun #dick and cass bonding over how they both enjoy stretching and falling asleep in the strangest positions #the rite of passage of trying pointes for the first time #bruce watches her first performance and she gives him a big hug #listen yall when i saw that comic panel of cass seeing ballet for the first time and the way it just Made Sense to her #i havent been normal since #i also just love the idea that eventually cass decides to take lessons and makes friends and learns things she'd never considered because #i think she'd be able to replicate most of the steps just by watching because of her training but she would be coming from #a background focused on martial arts and fighting and not. art and storytelling #and i'd love to see that being explored more. cass using her athletic skillset in something so unrelated to vigilante life #creating beauty instead of causing violence #clearly i've thought about this too much #if you have fic recs PLEASE GIVE THEM TO ME #i haven't read a lot of comics either outside of the first half of cass' batgirl run so recs for comics abt cass welcome as well! #clarisse doodles #dc #cassandra cain #batfam #batgirl #black bat #dc fanart #ballet

[elderberries-and-honey]

Unlike his sister, Flora, who had been allergic to her mother's milk, Atticus had an easy time nursing and always seemed to have a large appetite. Winifred didn't mind one bit, in fact, she found it rather peaceful. With the twins, she'd been under terrible stress, fretting over why her daughter wouldn't take to her and hadn't realized how serene it could be to watch her baby receive nourishment from her.

Lawrence was adamant about making sure his wife was caring for herself as well, bringing her porridge with raisins and tea with cream and sugar, exactly as she liked it. He felt guilty he couldn't be home as much as he used to be, but it seemed with Beth's help to look after Ozzy, Winifred was fairing well all on her own.

He missed his family something fierce though, and the dark purple bags under his eyes were becoming heavier and more sunken. He longed deeply to be back in Ireland, or even just go on holiday again, but with their newest addition to the family, he knew it would be impossible to rest anytime soon and continued trudging forward.

Most afternoons after luncheon, everyone would gather in the parlor. Winifred cared for her youngest, or read in-between his naps, while Beth busied herself with knitting and Ozzy played with his toys somewhere nearby.

At first, Ozzy had hardly noticed his new little brother. None of them wanted to push it until he was ready, which had mostly been suggested by Beth and the rest followed suit, knowing that she understood his quirks better than anyone. Eventually though, he grew curious on his own, as was his nature.

Atticus napped soundlessly in his bassinet, while Winifred and Beth drank their English breakfast tea and Ozzy was making attempts to wake a sleeping Honey, who couldn't be more disinterested in the toddler. Even when the adults told Ozzy to leave the cat be, he hardly listened.

However, lucky for Honey, the newborn began to stir from within his bassinet, fussing quietly for now.

Standing on his tip toes to get a good look at what was making that peculiar sound, Ozzy crept over to the bassinet and peered inside. Unsure what to make of the sight, he gawked at him silently with a rather queer expression as Winifred rose from her seat to stand there beside him.

She observed his expression cautiously before saying anything. Once she was convinced there would be no tantrum, she spoke to him in a gentle voice. "That's your baby brother, Atticus. Would you like to see closer?"

"Mhm..." Ozzy replied, unable to look away from him for even a moment. He had never seen anyone smaller than himself before and it was very strange.

Winifred lifted Atticus from the crib, holding him in just the palm of her hand, allowing Ozzy to examine him while she hoped he would notice the features on his brother's small face that were similar to his own. The newborn stirred, cooing a little, and Ozzy reached his hand up to touch him, completely entranced.

"Soft touches, Oz." She reminded him softly, which they so often had to do when he wanted to "play" with the cats. He was doing perfectly fine so far though, and she couldn't wait to tell Lawrence how brilliant he had done with it.

Nevertheless, Atticus was still hungry after his nap and resumed his fussing once again. Startled, Ozzy turned on his heel, feeling awful for doing something wrong, before running towards his Auntie Beth for safety.

Beth opened her arms at once, suppressing a giggle at his reaction to the baby's cries. "Oh, my darling, come here, come here. It's okay!" She soothed, talking to him in a rather high-pitched, baby voice.

Once he heard her reassuring words, his chin ceased it's quivering, tantrum avoided, but still, he did not like that horrid noise! "Up! Up!" He whined, until at last Beth lifted him into her arms and placed him into her lap.

"Suppose that could have gone worse." Winifred noted, and Beth simply nodded in agreement.

Wanting to help make Ozzy feel a bit better, Beth decided it was time for him to get dressed for the day and go outside to play. The breeze was just warm enough to be comfortable and they played throughout the remainder of the afternoon.

Together, they ran through the yard after each other, smiling brighter than the sun in the bright blue sky above them. It was seldom Lawrence had the time to play like this, and preceding the baby, Winifred had been too pregnant, and now too busy with Atticus.

But Ozzy was too little to understand that as of yet. All he knew was that he loved to be with his dear Auntie most of all.

Once out of breath and needing to rest, they laid near each other in the soft grass, while Beth tickled him on and off as Ozzy erupted into fits of laughter.

Inside the house, Winifred watched them from the window while she bounced Atticus up and down in her arms.

Introducing Ozzy to his new baby brother had gone better than she expected and it seemed Beth had been right in knowing it would go smoother if they waited for him to make the first move.

It was the same way she just seemed to know when he needed an extra nap, or wanted another slice of an orange and no one except her could understand his babbling, or when he lost his teddy and was delaying bedtime.

'It went well', Winifred told herself over and over again as if still in disbelief. But as she watched Beth and Ozzy together, she realized she felt a little disappointed, envious almost, wishing she was Ozzy's comfort rather than Beth. Their relationship had improved, that much was true, but after all this time, she was becoming quite sure that it would never be what it should.

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#1893 #honey falling asleep RIGHT THERE while i shot the middle scene was SO perfect #also i hate posing babies this way so sorry about all the clipping #i was getting so frustrated and just gave up eventually lol #ts4 historical #sims 4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #ts4 storytelling #sims 4 storystelling #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #the baudelaire legacy #1890 #winifred baudelaire #lawrence baudelaire #oscar baudelaire #atticus baudelaire #beth herbert

[isurrendertoclones]

Me: I’m getting pretty sleepy

I’ll just quickly check Tumblr once more

Huh. “Clone Wars flashbacks in the new episode”?

Ok I’ll check that out.

#ahsoka #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka show #ahsoka series #captain Rex #TEM TEM TEM! #MORE PLEASE!!! #omfg #I’ll fall asleep eventually right??? #my cat is here for snuggles #he wants me to sleep

[papermonkeyism]

Ah.

Remember when I said I should be careful with having normal coffee on the days I take the brain meds?

Sooooo. I may have forgotten to ask for decaf when I stopped by a coffee shop while doing grocery run today.

Did you know caffeine can keep people awake? Like, it's not "sleep and relax" sort of calming drink for some people? Wild.

This is absolutely baffling new concept to me, and it's so weird that it's happening to me.

Who could have ever predicted this??

#shut up paper #it's a weird kind of jittery feeling #I am still not used to #though I gotta say I love the calm the brain meds give me #it's the most 'zen' I've been in ages #aaaaanyway #I'm sure I'll fall asleep eventually #I did last time at least and the coffee I had was smaller now than then #unfortunately the brain meds don't make me smarter

[lalondepain]

can hardly believe he’s really there

#dirkdave #stridercest #mine #dirk initiated the bed sharing dave was confused and uncomfortable but just went with it figuring maybe it would Help them get used to #each other but he sleeps curled up with his back to dirk the whole time. takes him a long time to fall asleep #dirk is practically vibrating with excitement just knowing that’s his bro. in the flesh. young and scarred but real #doesn’t sleep that night bc he keeps staring at him and eventually works himself up to reaching out to caress his face #dave is a light sleeper but he’s practiced at faking it too

[piracytheorist]

someone: how angsty do you want your identity reveal scenario to be?

me: so what if right after Anya's powers are revealed Twilight asks her why she tricked him into adopting her, if she was put into it by someone else in order to expose him, and Anya tries to tell him she wanted to help and he asks why would you want to help me and she's like "because you want a peaceful world where children don't cry" and he nearly has a flashback triggered by that and she runs and hugs his legs saying she wants to help and be good and Twilight just. Pushes her away. Gently and without physically hurting her but emotionally it's a massacre. And he sees her devastated face because of his rejection and realizes he has now caused her the pain he never wanted to see on another child's face, and he thanks whatever lucky stars he doesn't deserve that Yor is there because he cannot process anything else and just leaves out the door, leaving Anya to bawl in Yor's arms :)

#he would eventually drag his ass back home #but Yor would be so outraged she would slap him so hard his jaw would nearly dislocate #and look look I have an entire story planned for this #like Yor stays with Anya all day because she wouldn't stop crying #they call Yor for an assignment and she has to say no #cause she cannot leave Anya even with a babysitter at the state she's in #and then the Shopkeeper is pissed and orders one of his assassins to poison Anya #and she ends up in the hospital #Yor and Loid find out who poisoned her and Loid goes to kill the ppl responsible #but it was a TRAP! Shopkeeper captures him and orders Yor to kill him #but Yor kills Shopkeeper instead!! less for Loid's sake and more because of what he did to Anya #they cover it all up and they go back to the hospital #Loid has a breakdown and cries next to an unconscious Anya telling her how sorry he is about what he did to her #and that it's his fault that she was poisoned #she wakes up and he apologizes again and says he'll understand if she's mad #but she just hugs him and for the first time HE HUGS HER BACK and they're both crying #and eventually he falls asleep next to her on her hospital bed #Yor finds them sleeping like that and decides to give him another cautious chance #Spy x Family #sxf plot bunny #I can't wait for this to actually happen and for me to learn about it in seven years when it'll happen in the anime *clown emoji*

[alterouslyinlove]

me when i have the same little daydream all the time and i just wish it would be real ☹️☹️

#🌀 #my demolition lover <3 #something something lying in bed next to each other barely being able to stay awake but we don’t want to stop talking so we’re just lying #there together peacefully #and eventually we fall asleep cradling each other and it’s so peaceful #fuhk you im touch starved let me live #mlm yearning #alterous yearning #achillean #mlm #mlm thoughts #gay yearning

[active-mind-15]

I have a headcanon that Mibuchi does self-care nights every Friday after the week is done, where he'll put on a face mask and watch some sappy romcoms in his room. Sometimes, he'll get Akashi and the other Uncrowned Kings to join him, and, on occasion, he'll even offer to paint their nails. If any of them show up to practice with different color nails after the weekend, no one else on the team mentions a damn thing.

#i remember in one of the knb video games bokushi and kuroko watch a movie together and bokushi says mibuchi once took them to a romance film #so like canonically they would definitely do stuff that mibuchi wants to do cuz they seem to have done it before #a self-care day would probably not even phase them in the slightest #hayama would probably be the most excited about painting nails #akashi and nebuya would probably start asking questions about the skincare products so they can get some too #and eventually the romcom playing on mibuchi's laptop would slowly become bg noise as they all start chatting among themselves #it would almost be like a sleepover #though tbh it wouldn't surprise me if at any point they all fall asleep in mibuchi's room #and then they all wake up with smooth skin and yassified nails like “what happened 👁👄👁” #anyway just wanted an excuse to have another cute headcanon with the rakuzan team #kuroko no basket #knb headcanons #akashi seijuro #mibuchi reo #hayama kotarou #nebuya eikichi #rakuzan

[phoenixtherobot]

Hermittober Day 22: Shard!

Tango has a shard in his hand, what will he do?

#hermittober #tangotek #hermitcraft #mcyt #tangotek fanart #my art #phoenix draws #au idea where Tango was a hiker who got lost during a snowstorm and stumbled into a cave. its very dark and cold but there's this strange- #-rock everywhere that's giving off a faint glow and it slightly warm to the touch. so he breaks off a piece and curls up around it. and as- #-the snowstorm gets worse and worse outside he just gets sleepier and sleepier and- oddly enough- the crystal gets warmer and warmer #eventually tango finally gives in and falls asleep something that means death in his situation #but it doesn't #when he wakes back up the sky is clear but the terrain is unfamiliar and unwelcoming. the snow covered everything that Tango couldve used- #-to identify where he was and. he finds he doesnt really mind. he'll just stay here in the cave. besides isnt that what you're supposed- #to do when you're lost? so Tango wanders back into the cave where he finds theres structures he couldnt see before in the dark. they're- #-a little worn down but tangos got time so he rolls up his sleeves and starts repairing things. he doesnt notice that hes not hungry- #-despite not having anything since hours before he fell asleep. he doesnt notice how the tips of his fingers are slightly frostbitten but- #-undamanged #And above all else #he doesnt notice #that He. #Isnt #Cold #um. oops. i wrote a minific in the tags #anyways now imagine regular tango doing a magical girl transformation into The Dungeon Master

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok/T'Pel "There's only one bed" trope but it's just their four kids sleeping soundly all cozied up to one another while Tuvok & T'Pel stare at the ceiling from the floor.

#Tuvok/T'Pel #st voyager #once they finally get to sleep one of the kids accidentally falls out of bed and directly onto them #Tuvok eventually gets to sleep since he's more used to sleeping in uncomfortable positions being Starfleet #and once he falls asleep he starts to snore and T'Pel is internally screaming