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phlurrii · 20 hours
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(accidentally hit unfollow when getting to the askbox)
I can't help but notice that Ody said "drink milk and die." Are me Mews and Twos lactose intolerant, like real cats?
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Yeppers, like real cats the squad are all lactose intolerant! Besides the residence glitches of course!
So it’s a common insult tossed back and fourth between the kiddos! However I’m debating if Ody is or not… he may be exempt given his situation, so him and Decamark can sit in their feigned superiority of being able to digest chocolate milk lol
Lovely asker: @violetjazz25
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poko-no-spoko · 1 year
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Wild Venti appears! And they all share the memories-- 🥂
If I had more time I'd draw these daily, I have too much fun shhsh
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emmett-time · 1 year
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sorry forgot to say im trans. yea youre gonna have to say psychobro instead of psychosis for me now. yea i know
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ryllen · 3 months
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sequel sequel x x
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bl00dalchemist · 1 year
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This one i like.
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zielshindo · 8 months
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spider-band selfie!!!1
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rapidhighway · 9 months
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Sonic, iridescent
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how prism sonic should've looked
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frxxq · 10 months
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The Sun doesn’t burn you anymore.
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piratefishmama · 5 months
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Nest | Part 16
A Steddie A/B/O ficlet
“WHAT THE HELL KIND OF OPERATION ARE YOU RUNNIN HERE?!”
Steve felt… numb. He was tired. He was hungry. He felt… lost. It’d happened so fast.
No amount of rational thought could have fixed the conclusion Eddie’s confused mind had come to. No explanation could have cut through the panic, the fear, the pain, that radiated from the omega, the air that’d been filled with such a sweet desire replaced far quicker with pain, anger, confusion and fear he’d been choking on it, the air vents unable to clear it quick enough, he’d been struggling to talk, struggling to breathe when the doors had opened.
Security had gotten him out. A Beta dragged him out by the scruff of his shirt while another two worked to keep Eddie's panicked, inconsolable self corralled away from him.
It happened so quickly. And now he sat there, his back against the wall, sat on the floor, head in his arms, a patch on his neck to mask the stank of Alpha negativity that'd undoubtedly have choked anyone in his immediate vicinity, a scrap of fabric in his hand, and Robin beside him, unusually quiet, her arm wrapped around his shoulders as they listened to the eldest Munson react as any guardian would in this situation.
He’d left his nephew at a clinic to be taken care of, under medical advisement, had undoubtedly spent the majority of the week worried sick, and then receive a call from clinic security claiming something had gone wrong. Wayne Munson had turned up in a rusted old pick up truck that screeched as it pulled up into the carpark ten minutes after security had completely ignored Owens's instructions to leave it alone, and did their job in contacting him.
nobody could blame them, it was their job to contact Eddie's next of kin should something go wrong.
It all happened so fast.
He couldn’t see Eddie. Eddie who was still in recovery, Eddie who still needed him. Eddie, who wasn’t done with his heat yet and needed to be taken care of and soothed by his alpha for at least another day or so, it wasn’t healthy to cut it short there.
Eddie still needed him. He could go into another spiral, he could hurt himself, he could—
He couldn’t hear Owens replies, could only hear Wayne Munson, the man rightfully furious that they’d allowed an alpha into his nephews room when the man was at his most vulnerable. It didn’t matter that Eddie was a grown adult man, it didn’t matter that he didn’t need a guardian.
And it didn’t matter that nothing had happened. Eddie thought something had, and in the state he was in, nothing could convince him otherwise.
The door opened, both Steve and Robin looked up in unison, both shrinking back as Wayne looked down at them both with understandable fury, nothing they could even argue against, and turned to Owens with a clipped “I want my nephew here in two minutes ready to go” Owens opened his mouth to argue, hell Steve opened his mouth to argue but Wayne simply held up his hand cutting them both off, “I don’t give two flyin fucks what you lot think, my nephew is coming home. Now. The worst is over, I’ll handle the rest.” Steve shrunk back under his harsh glare, too exhausted to formulate a reason as to why that was a bad idea.
It’d be fine. Wayne was family. The worst was over he was right, and sure the next twenty four to forty eight hours could go in either direction, he had to trust that Wayne could handle it.
That didn’t stop him from scrambling to his feet the moment Wayne turned to walk away though, desperation in the voice he barely managed to find “W-wait! Wait, please… Mr. Munson, I swear… I didn’t hurt him, an I know—I know that’s hard to believe, I get that, but—but could you… could you give him this, at least just—it’ll help, it’ll help him” Wayne looked at him through cold eyes, his expression damn near thunderous, silent for a moment, he dipped his gaze to the scrap of fabric in Steve’s hands, the towel.
Just a little towel.
A towel Eddie had clung to throughout the night, so close to his face, a comfort. Something still drenched in Steve. Wayne looked down at it with narrowed eyes and for a moment, Steve thought he’d refuse.
That he’d shoot him down without mercy, but something in him just couldn’t seem to do that.
That cold gaze softened, just a little, his shoulders relaxed as if acceptance had won some kind of internal battle inside of him, then wordlessly he took the towel with a subtle nod, and made his way out to wait at the front.
Security would bring Eddie out. He wasn’t a danger to anyone but himself in the final stage, not really. The final stage of a heat was just… recovery. An Omega needed comfort, they needed something or someone familiar, in shared heat situations they needed their alpha to take care of them or they could spiral.
They needed to be pampered. To be reassured. To be loved.
Every fibre of Steve’s being ached to be the person doing that for Eddie. He felt untethered. Unmoored, lost. He needed to be doing something, but he couldn’t and there was nothing even close to that something to fill the gap not doing it left behind.
He didn’t even get to say goodbye. Barely caught a glimpse of the Omega as he was guided through the barren halls toward the exit, dressed in clothes that’d no doubt be uncomfortable, itchy, scratchy on his sensitive skin, his head down never once looking up, never once looking his way.
The halls had been cleared of staff for Eddie’s safety. He still smelled like an Omega in heat.
It shouldn’t have happened like that. Eddie should have still been in his room, should have been able to wake up peacefully in his nest, should have woken up to a warm, comforting embrace, but instead it’d been panic. Fear, and confusion and Steve didn’t even know if it’d been avoidable.
Maybe if another alpha had been there, maybe if it wasn’t him. Maybe everything would have progressed as it normally should have.
“Go home Steve” Owens placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, voice so soft Steve barely caught it. “You should uh… take some time off, okay?” Steve barely managed to tear his gaze away from the doors Eddie had walked through, but when he did it was with eyes full of unspoken panic. “You’re not in trouble, Steve. We kept watch all night you… you’re an exemplary Alpha, truly a credit to your kind… your self-restraint is… well, I wouldn’t have believed it had I not seen it for myself, but I think it's best if you still take some time off. Use some of those holiday days you’ve built up, paid, of course, I think two weeks should cover it.”
“But—”
Owens held up his hand to silence him, before turning to Robin, who’d been doing her best to keep Steve grounded with her presence alone. It worked. Kind of. He wasn’t stinking up the hallway, but that could have probably been due to the patch covering his scent glands rather than anything she was doing. “Miss Buckley, take him home would you?”
“I uh… I can’t drive but—but sure, yeah, I’ll uhm, I’ll get him home. Should I come right back, orr—”
“Take the rest of the day. You’ve earned it.” She hadn't actually gone home much like Owens, so technically she'd have been due to start a new shift in around half an hour, but... alright.
And then he was gone, walking back into his office, and closing the door behind him, leaving both Robin and Steve alone in the hallway, none-the-wiser about what he was going to be getting up to in there, but neither having enough energy to really care.
“I told him after his heat we could… that we could—” be together, that all Eddie had to do was wait one more day, one more. And they could be together, that it’d be okay then… “I promised him, Robbie…”
“I know, Stevie… let’s just get you home.”
"...Okay." As if he had any other choice.
Part 18
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elderwisp · 2 months
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ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣?
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ask-cupbros-parents · 6 months
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[ Pets ? ]
-Mike, a golden retriever, usually at free range. Utena found Mike following her when she first arrived at Inkwell Isles alone and so she kept him around. She gives Mike a collar so people won't think of him as a street dog.
-Mrs. Meow Meow, Professor Kettle's cat, is also free-range most of the time, with no idea where Mrs Meow Meow would be. Walter often feeds Mrs Meow Meow.
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They don't get along.
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poko-no-spoko · 1 year
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Sneeze Archon
Combined all my recent Venti drawings with the question I got recently >:D
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phlurrii · 21 days
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So does Noe's memory work the same as Meau's? He's not as old as her, but has he forgotten things like she has over the many many years?
--Signed, one of the 10 that read your ramble lol
He will soon, he’s only about 100 million years old, (100,000,000) so give it another few hundred million years and he will definitely begin to erode internally up there, but more in a data way then the organic way of Meau ;3
Also hehe thank you for reading >w< it’s so much appreciated,,,
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aubloe · 9 days
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lurking
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deezneezz · 9 months
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a pastel ortho :3 he deserves a hoodie moment too
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emelinstriker · 11 days
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smol wips of shirtless sun wukong
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