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lionbearfox · 1 year

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someone get her therapy Please

#my art #genshin impact #nahida #nahida story quest chapter 2 spoilers #I WAS SOOOOOOO STRESSED FOR 2 SECS DURING THSI CONVO #someone give this child HUGS please #anyways in the words of a youtube comment #nahida not be tragic during any quest with her in it challenge: IMPOSSIBLE #nobody come at me for any outfit inaccuracies i drew all of them from memory #id in alt text

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squids-and-waffles7 · 1 year

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[ ID: A digital illustration of Hunter from The Owl House. He is in his season three design, after the events in Thanks to Them. He is looking forward, upset, with one hand clutching his shirt near his heart and the other hand holding onto that arm. A spiral pattern covers the background. End ID. ]

#the owl house #toh #toh hunter #hunter toh #hunter noceda #just remembered thanks to them happened and now i am distraught #ow!! big ow!!!#someone please give him a hug i am BEGGING #owl house #art #my art

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sun-roach · 11 months

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He had felt it. The bone crushing agony, the heart aching grief, the nerve wrecking fear and anxiety.

At first Fox didn’t know the roots of these feelings. He was working on his flimsi work in his office when suddenly his chest tightened painfully, with a migraine blooming in his head. The pain caused him to drop the data pad he was holding in his hand and made him gasp.

Panic started to gnaw on his stiff and frozen yet sweaty body.

His first thought was the Chancellor.

Had he done a mistake? Was he punishing him? Was he just going to have his sick fun with him again?

The commander forced himself to breathe, forced his mental shields up.

He had to analyze his surrounding. The chancellor wasn’t there. Although there still was Palpatine's cold darkness looming around, it wasn’t as strong as it had been at his last punishment.

The chancellor wasn’t there. It wasn’t him inflicting the pain. It was someone else. Or rather someone else’s pain. Someone tightly bound to him.

The realization sent a shiver down his spine.

Wolffe.

Something had happened to his twin. Something very awful. He had never felt Wolffe so strong trough their bond. Never had the bond effect him physically.

Fox gasped again after trying to reach his brother. There was no response.

No matter how often he had tried to reach his brother, no matter how often he had went to his barracks to meet, he had never gotten a response.

Only the report on Wolffe’s mission, which he received a couple of days later, brought insight to what had happened.

It made his guts twist.

Wolffe had lost his pack. Wolffe, who had always talked and joked so fondly about them. He had lost them.

The day where Fox was finally able to see his twin, was when the older one was about to leave again. He had almost not recognized him since the color of his armor wasn’t red anymore, but instead light blue.

Something about it made him a little upset, but at the same time he understood. Wolffe wanted to honor his lost pack. It was a respectable choice. One he would have chosen himself.

They were only able to exchange a few words, words that didn’t sit well with Fox. Words about the Coruscant Guard, about their easy work and life. Sarcastic, indirect insults. He let it slide, knowing that Wolffe was still grieving, still upset.

Wolffe didn’t know any better. He didn’t know about the true identity of the oh so beloved chancellor. Didn’t know what the Senators were capable of doing with them. Didn’t know how threats and punishments could even take a man like Fox himself on a tight leash.

And Fox wanted him to leave without that knowledge.

The bond was awfully quiet for quite some time. Neither of them tried to reach for one another. Not after their one sided fight.

The recent events on coruscant didn’t help at all, keeping Fox mostly away from his batch. His batch, who started to slip away trough his fingers.

Some part of him told him that it was for the best, but the other part was hurt, frustrated and irritated.

Knowing them alive at least comforted him in his growing darkness.

Fox was going to leave his office, when suddenly pain stroke him down to his knees. His whole body was shivering, his trembling hands moved towards his right eye. Why was it hurting?

The commanders chest was rising heavily, his breath hitching. No sound escaped him. He had learned to be quiet. Had to. For the sake of his vode.

It took him a few minutes of nothing else happening, until he realized that he himself was alright. The chancellor wasn’t there. He was alone in his office. And the pain?

Wolffe.

Wolffe

Fox forced his eyes shut, as he tried to focus on his bond. Wolffe’s pain was flooding him. Underneath this pain was fear. A fear the younger twin knew all to well. Fear for his own life. Fear for his vode's lives.

Once he knew the cause of the pain, it was easier for him to breathe. He had to help his twin. Him panicking wouldn’t do that at all.

He sent soothing, reassuring words trough the bond, filling it with warmth.

Fox could feel his brother latch onto it, fighting against the pain, fighting to stay conscious.

In vain.

Now three rotations later he stays in a medbay watching his twin sleep. Wolffe’s breath is steady, his heart beating quietly to a rhythm Fox knows very well. A rhythm that always manages to calm him.

He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t move. He only watches over his brother, like Wolffe had done so protectively back on Kamino.

Despite his exhaustion and tiredness he waits. He was never thankful for Thorn taking over one of his shifts. This time though he is. He will always be in his debt.

Fox looks up. He doesn’t scoff or snort. He keeps quiet while looking at Wolffe’s bandaged eye. The younger commander only dares to raise a brow.

Fox follows orders. He sits down next to Wolffe, who shuffles a little to the side.

<Fox'ika.>

Warmth, concern, apologies. Wolffe shouldn’t be the comforting one right now.

Shaking his head, Fox wraps his arms around his brother’s shoulders and leans his head against Wolffe’s.

The young commander makes sure to cut the bitter, poisonous tone out of his voice. It wasn’t a lie. Nor the complete truth. Wolffe doesn’t have to know anything of it.

Silence settles between them for a while, silence that Wolffe soon breaks again.

Fox presses his lips together and quietly nods, embracing his brothers mind with warmth.

It’s for the best.

They shouldn’t know.

They can’t know.

<I’m always with you, Wolffe.>

It will be a lie.

Soon the rest of the batch arrives immediately hurrying towards Wolffe, completely ignoring Fox.

He knows he shouldn’t take it personally. They are worried and Wolffe deserves all the love he can get right now. Still he feels left behind, forgotten, alone.

While his batch is surrounded by light, he can hear the darkness whisper and hug him from behind.

Fox closes his eyes before quietly sneaking out. He shouldn’t interrupt them. Shouldn’t disturb them.

All that’s important is them being alive. He doesn’t need more.

It’s the first time he breaks his word to his twin. And it won’t be his last time.

Ni ceta. Ori'vod. Ni ceta.

#commander fox #cc 1010 #commander wolffe #commander cody #commander bly #commander ponds #commander thorn #palpatine #star wars #sw tcw fanfic #star wars tcw #this is kinda a part2 of my previos fic #someone give them a hug please #i should be sleeping but oh well #fox brainrot is real

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factorialsotherfandoms · 8 months

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So um yesterday's tazercraft stream happened and I caught up mostly with other people's notes and now... have this I guess. I hesitate to call it a fic, but its definitely fictional prose imagining the night after Pac's return with the two of them in Chume Labs.

Usual disclaimer of I only speak English with any fluency and so characterisation is likely to be abysmal. I just... also love these two guys and I'm doing my best to make them happy. But it doesn't seem very realistic, so I'll make Mike cry instead.

Pac will not wake up screaming, he never does. Mike had when Pac was taken from him - when Walter Bob was taken too, and each and every time he remembers the cells they have been held in. Pac, though, Pac was the strong one, the one who could handle it, who could just manage whatever situation was thrown at them - who acted like everything was okay so he could look after Mike.

No more.

Now Mike is the one sat at Pac's bedside, holding his hand even as he sleeps. Pac seems frozen in time, perfectly still even with the tension running through him. His muscles are so tight that even his back shakes with the tension, clearly stuck in a nightmare despite how quiet he is.

And Mike... Mike does not know what to do.

He thought he was a protector, but he has failed to protect in every way that matters. It had always been the two of them - Mike would shield Pac as they fought the world, and Pac would be there to patch up his wounds. But then they were taken, and then their friend was taken, and then Pac was taken leaving Mike alone and now-

If there was something to destroy it would be easier, Mike thinks.

Destroying the Federation will not be easy, and whatever he has seen in his time, alone in their grasp, Pac does not even think it possible any more; something in Pac has been broken, or perhaps stolen, and Mike can only hope that it is something that, despite his clumsy attempts to soothe, will heal.

Impossible is not a word that should be found in Pac's vocabulary, and yet...

There it is.

Mike has never been good at picking up the pieces, not when building, and certainly not of a person. But, but if Pac has broken, has slipped beneath the water, then Mike will not give in until either he is dead, or until he has Pac in his arms, fully this time around. If Pac has learnt the word impossible then Mike will forget it, and bludgeon head first into a world trying to destroy them, tearing it piece by piece until they are all safe once again.

Pac is his friend, and Mike is Pac's friend, and they mean everything to one another.

So, when he catches Pac's eyes, half-lidded, barely open, Mike will reach slowly out, and brush the hair from his eyes. He will tell him he is safe, that Mike will protect him, that nothing will be allowed to touch him again. Perhaps Mike will fail, but he will get back up and scream and try again, and do everything Pac can't until his wounds have healed and they move together again.

He will be scared when Pac does not respond beyond a slow blink, hesitate only a little before squeezing his hands. He will help Pac sit up, fold his hands around a water glass, and keep those hands steady as his friend drinks.

He will ask Pac if he is okay, and receive only a slight bowing of his head in return.

Fear will grip him tighter - it has not left yet, it had never gone - but he will pull Pac against his chest, hold him close, clutch him closer as he tries to outsqueeze the fear.

Pac will turn his face into Mike's chest, and wrap his fingers in his shirt, and say nothing as Mike makes promises of them being together, of them being home, of having trapped the area around the beds to hell and high heaven and that, even if something can make it past, it will not be quiet enough to escape Mike's notice.

Mike will hold him and comfort him and, when the words run out with Pac still silent but now trembling against him, he will let himself sob, and he will cry for the both of them.

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iguessitsjustme · 10 months

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Thinking about how for someone who claimed to not believe in soulmates, Lomfon sure let fate and destiny put in all of the work in his relationships while he personally contributed barely anything.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE Lomfon. But boy done fucked up. That’s why he and Tai would never work as a couple. Neither one of them puts in any work for the relationship because they put absolute trust and faith in the universe and destiny and fate and then never bother to actually communicate things. To anyone.

Lomfon held on to a keychain and proclaimed if belonged to his first love. Did he ever ask anyone about it? Did he ever look into who it belonged to? Or did he just use it and wait for fate to bring them back together?

Tai got upset and ran away by himself up a dangerous mountain. Did he think to tell anyone? Not even Patts but literally any of his friends on the mountain? His BROTHER? Did he think to leave a note? Or did he just think if he went up the mountain fate would give him the answers he’s been searching for when all he had to do was communicate with anyone?

Patts and Then have been doing all of the communication for these two. And I’ll be honest, I’m upset at Patts for becoming violent towards Lomfon but I understand why. But I think he has some self reflecting to do there but I digress.

Patts has constantly been the one reaching out to Tai for two years and was met with silence. Patts was the one Lomfon told about being Tai’s soulmate and Patts was the one who told Lomfon to stay away and not cross those boundaries. Patts is the one that wanted so badly to believe that Tai wasn’t lying to him that he went out of his way looking for Tai despite the evidence he had to the contrary. And Patts gave Tai every opportunity to tell the truth. He gave that to Tai and was met with hurt silence instead.

Tien has been the one constant in Tai’s life. Whenever Tai was upset or moody or distant or silent, Tien was there for him. How much of Tien’s noise is to make up for Tai’s silence? How much of himself did Tien give away to his brother, unknowingly? Tien was the one who broke down when Tai went missing on the mountain. Tien was arguably more distraught than Patts. Tien was the one who welcomed Patts with open arms. Tien was the one who was there and communicated with Patts when he was searching for Tai amidst the lie. Tien was the one who took care of Lomfon. Tien is the one who admitted first that he liked Lomfon without needing to prove anything to anyone. Tien was the one constantly reaching out to all three of them when they needed someone the most. And now which one of them has thought of him? Who is there to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart? Who even knew he was in love and is now breaking? Tien gave so much of himself to others who didn’t know to appreciate or even realize that they’ve left him with nothing but a hollowed out heart.

And I love all four of them. That’s what’s so great about this show. Is that even with how upset I am at Tai, Patts, and Lomfon, I still love them. They are just people and they’re learning and loving and growing. They are flawed and they are allowed to be and it doesn’t make them bad people. I would say they are all extremely good people. Destiny has played a cruel joke on all of them and they are all doing the best with what they got. Some of them are better than others at communicating and being there for when people need them. Some of them are shit at communicating and don’t realize when others need them.

Patts is probably the best communicator of the bunch which makes sense because he’s older. Tien still needs to learn to communicate his own needs, wants, desires, and hurts. But Tien is excellent at seeing others. Tai is very in tune with his own emotions and what he needs but doesn’t think of others and what they might need from him. And Lomfon has been so blinded by destiny that he hasn’t seen anyone. Not truly.

#la pluie #la pluie the series #la pluie bl #look at that I have some thoughts #took me about a day and a half to process that episode but this is where I’m at now #I do love all of them dearly but someone for the love of god #give Tien a hug please he needs one

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cipher-zoo · 1 year

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Roger doesn't praise Buggy, like he'll give him a small compliment but that's about it. It's to a point where Buggy gets genuinely surprised when it happens Shanks absolutely gets praised though. -Forgotten birthday anon

Excuse me, Anon. Did you really think that it was okay to send this to me? A certified Buggy Stan? Because it is! It is fully okay! In fact, I love this. Your brain is amazing, and I am so happy you chose to share those thoughts with me!! 💙

I hope you are okay with me extending on this (again) because I just can't help myself.

It's not that Roger never praises Buggy, he does. It's just rare, and somehow that makes it worse. Sometimes Buggy feels like he is doing everything in his power just to get Roger to recognize that he is in fact trying. He may not be as skilled at fighting as Shanks, but that doesn't mean that he is useless. He can still be a great pirate. Roger just needs to see that.

That is why Buggy steals the damned fruit. If he manages to sell the thing for far more than the rest of the crew could, then surely everyone would have to acknowledge that he is more than just a cabin boy. That would show them that he could hold his own, even if he isn't the best fighter on the Grand Line. After all, wealth could grant just as much infamy as power. Of course, having a lot of money is a very welcome byproduct that Buggy won't shun.

But things don't turn out the way he thinks they will. Instead of stealing away in the middle of the night and returning with heaps of money and Roger's respect, Shanks makes Buggy eat the Devil Fruit. Which means that now nobody will be able to sell it and to make it worse Buggy loses the only thing he was better at than Shanks. Swimming.

And somehow all of this, Buggy thinks, is because Roger praises him sometimes. Because if Roger were to never do it, then maybe Buggy wouldn't have to try. If Roger just never muttered praise towards him, then Buggy wouldn't believe that there is a way to make his captain acknowledge his skill. If there is no way for you to win, why play in the first place.

But the head pats and the "you did goods", as rarely as they happen, are enough to spur him on. To make him believe that it's not that Roger doesn't want to praise him, it's just that Buggy, no matter how hard he tries, is simply not good enough to be praised.

By the time he grows older, Buggy accepts this. He knows that Shanks is Roger's favorite, it's okay. He just wishes his captain would tell him once, just once, that he is proud to have Buggy on his crew. But who could be proud of a clown?

#cipher answers #thanks for the ask!#buggy the clown #roger pirates #gol d roger #one piece headcanon #someone give buggy a hug in canon please #sooner rather than later #he needs it #I am making myself sad here #I think I need to write some happy Roger Pirates Headcanons soon #just to get something straight I don't think they are all bad people #these sad Buggy headcanons just write themselves #especially when I have lovely anons bringing them to me!

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crispinkiss · 13 days

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siffrin you poor thang..

#I KNEW something was up because we were only at act 2 #and it paid off so well #exciting #every time i see their sad little expression i get sadder #someone give them a hug please tell them it's gonna be okay ! please !!#in stars and time spoilers

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feral-ass-raccoon · 9 months

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HI HELLO SMALL RANT BUT LIKE-

so fucking desperate for a fic where Lloyd gets shoved back in time and meets little Morro and at first he's wary abd cold bc this is gonna be the person who hurt him but the longer he's around Morro he realizes the parallels between him and Lloyd (Morro wanted to be the hero, but when destiny said no he spiraled and tried to force it but ended up dying and becoming bitter and cruel <- | -> Lloyd wanting to be the villain to be close to his father but destiny chose otherwise and he ended up being the hero but traumatized) and he comes to the realization that Morro never really wanted to be evil but he was so incredibly twisted and broken that he decided he couldn't be anything but the villain and Lloyd is like 'shit' because while Morro hurt him and it's pretty much unforgivable, he also was hurt so badly that he felt like he couldn't be redeemed and accepted his role as the villain

and when Lloyd comes back he hugs Morro and says he can try to forgive him bc Morro deserved better, Morro is just so bewildered bc 'what the fuck is he doing I'm a monster and I hurt him' and Lloyd says it's ok and Morro just fucking shatters because it's been. so long. since he's heard someone talking to him with kindness and he's just so tired of hurting, both himself and others, and he never wanted to be this way

and it takes a while but Lloyd and the ninja eventually warm up to him and they realize that he doesn't know/understand half of what basic human kindness is and Morro is genuinely confused when Lloyd asks if he's alright bc he noticed he hasn't been sleeping and the Ninja are just like "holy shit is he ok" bc Lloyd may have just been a kid when he was forced to become this powerful warrior, but Morro was just a kid when he died too

thank you for listening to my rant I am very much so a fan of the "villains are made, not born" trope

and maybe Morro meets little Lloyd and feels so fucking bad for the kid because he was just a child what the fuck

#i love my little emo ghost child ok #he and lloyd both deserved so much better #someone please give them hugs #ninjago morro #ninjago lloyd #au????#please i just. want to hold them #hjskdfghj green cousins fluff #greenwind shippers dni please!!

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brjeauregard · 1 year

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Guys I love Ashton so much and I have so many thoughts about them. He's easily my favorite character that Taliesin has played simply because he's a mess. They have no memory of their past or childhood, they only remember watching someone who felt like family be ripped apart. Then he was alone in the desert. Who knows how long he spent wandering before someone found him and brought them to an orphanage. At this point Ashton's just a kid who has literally no experiences other than loss and being alone.

Then they go to a shitty orphanage and meet a group of people who begin to feel like family. They grow up together and start a little adventuring crime party. He'll never admit it but Ashton loves this group and finally feels like they found where they belong. Then a job goes bad, the group's about to get caught and Ashton gets hurt. He falls off that balcony and the last thing they hear before waking up on Milo's table is someone yelling to leave him because he's dead. But they were still alive and conscious at that point. If the nobodies actually loved him then how could they leave him behind.

He wakes up on Milo's table, maybe alone maybe with Milo leaning over them. Either way, the nobodies, his family and the group he loved has left them behind. Ashton takes on their debt and agrees to work to Hexum so she doesn't hunt the rest of them down because you take care of family. They could have taken Milo with them and left town but instead he stayed behind to protect a group of people who left him behind. They insist that they don't blame the nobodies and that he would have done the same, but if he was really willing to completely cut ties then they wouldn't have taken on their debt. And the nobodies never come back. As far as we know they never make an attempt to contact Ashton or make sure he's okay. They just leave and move on with their lives. Family doesn't forget like that. Family fights for each other and makes sure nobody is left behind. So maybe the nobodies weren't family, or at least Ashton wasn't family.

Then they meet FCG. A little traumatized robot in the desert. Ashton could have so easily sold them or convinced them that their purpose was to serve him. Instead Ashton spends their time protecting letters and encouraging them to stand up for themself. Ashton tries to convince them that he can be his own person and that he does have a soul. They could have paid off their debt to Hexum by giving her Letters, but Ashton knows what it's like to be left by someone you care about, so he never mentions them to her.

Then he meets this ragtag group of people with just as much if not more damage than him. And he grows to care about them. They watch time and time again as the Bell's Hells refuse to leave each other behind and try to help each other get better. And the entire time Ashton reminds them that they don't leave people behind. He was abandoned and there's nothing he can do to change that, but they can make sure nobody else feels that way.

But then Otohan happens and shit hits the fan. The plan is to run and everyone scatters, but Ashton goes down in the opening round. And instead of leaving them behind bh gets him backs up and won't leave until he can get away too. Then everyone starts dropping but the group refuses to leave anyone behind. And all of a sudden Orym, Laudna, and Fearne are dead and they don't have the spells to save Laudna. But instead the group travels to a different continent and beg for help. They enter a dreamscape and fight Delilah Briarwood all for the chance to bring Laudna back. And the nobodies left them when they thought he might be dead.

But everything is moving too fast to fully process and talk about. Then he has some downtime on the airship before the solstice and they might die figuring out where they came from and finding out why the nobodies left him. And there has to be part of them that's wondering if bh would go to the same effort that they did for Laudna to bring him back if he died. His last family abandoned him how does he know this one won't too? And despite all of the trauma in this group none of them can really understand him. Sure Laudna knows what it's like to be lonely and to die, but she also knows how it feels to have your family around when you're brought back. Plus she knows where she came from. Because despite everything that's happened to them, Ashton still desperately wants to know where they came from. What if he had a family? What if that family left them behind too? What if Ashton's the problem? Would the nobodies have left anyone else in the group behind or was Ashton the only one they didn't care about?

#cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #campaign 3 spoilers #ashton greymoore #critical role #this is so long #i just have so many thoughts about ashton and i love them so much #someone please give him a hug and tell him that he's loved

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soldierarcs · 9 months

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They both need each other

#someone gives both of them an hug please #good omens 2 #good omens #good omens spoiler #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #edit

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littlelightfish · 10 months

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Ravio my beloved 🐟💞

#ravio #tloz ravio #albw ravio #ravio zelda #ravioli my beloved #my baby #I love you SO VERY FUKING MUCH WAAAH #no i dont ship them they were besties #or thats what history would say?#Albw link #albw #link #zelda #tloz #someone give him a hug please #yes i dont know how to draw his.. hat #and yes sheerow isn't there #he's at home.. i believe-#my art

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1800-lemon-boy · 2 months

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“The weight of the worlds on my shoulders, like atlas is crushing me down. We’re not brave, we’re not strong, we’re not soldiers, my hearts just a drum and dam does it pound”

“I’m not leaving your side till we find what matters”

“I’m not leaving your side till we’re back home”

“I’m not leaving your side till your remembered”

“No matter how far we have to go”

Someone give these poor kids a hug-

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thefanciestborrower · 10 months

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[Sits up in a cold sweat]

The quiet was suffocating. Like a cold hand against his face as his joints and pistons loosened out of positions they'd held for as long as he could remember. It was unnatural—wrong. It made him uncomfortable, even past the soft, light brushes of warm kindness. He was too late to disable the thruster disengage. He was too late to complete their mission. What he was not too late for, however, was an... emergency protocol. Granted, one he just made up, but he hadn't ever expected to be in space, really. He certainly hadn't expected to be jettisoned along with his friends. Well, Zane supposed it didn't really matter. He had been shot out into space, and now, drifting amongst the faint, stagnant lights of distant stars, he found himself curled up, knees pulled up to his chest. At the sides of his face, his vents whirred a soft melody, though they moved nothing. There was no air to move in space... how long could he survive without overheating? He was insulated against most elements, but that made it difficult to remove heat given he obviously couldn't vent it. He needed to think about something else. His thoughts drifted to the pondering of how long he could last in open space. Particle radiation was a cruel thing to electronics, and it was entirely possible for him to simply fall victim to— Deep inside—under his exterior shell, further below the wires that kept him running, hidden away where Zane would consider his core—something shifted. It was a little thing, a shrug, almost in the pile of heat radiators that had his liquid coolant working overtime. Not for the first time in his existence was he glad to not have a gag reflex or anything of the sort, as not a moment after the first, the rest began shifting. Limbs stretched, voices rose. Zane raised his head from his knees as if he could see them. Tension bled from his dorsal nervous column. "Hey those are my ribs—" "It's not my fault you landed on top of me!" "You stink. Do you ever bathe—" The stretching devolved quickly into pushing and shoving, as it did frequently when there was a lack of personal space. Had it not sent a relief washing from head to toe, Zane would have been annoyed. a smile tapped at the edges of his faceplate. "I see the bonds of brotherhood are strong, today." The movement stopped immediately, though it was promptly followed by a nigh circuit-rattling "Zane!" from his team. The token "where are we" skipped for all of their familiarity, the first question that managed its way into intelligibility was something to the effect of "what happened," albeit filtered through no less than three voices before it even managed to register as a question. "The rocket thrusters disengaged. The previous pieces collided, and the hull was breached. I... did what I thought I should." A pause as his gaze scraped their surroundings. "We will arrive late to the meteor, but we are in its path... for the most part." At these speeds, he may be flattened, but that mattered little in the long run. "My... life support functions should keep everyone stable for the duration of this trip." When Jay spoke, it was like he was testing the feel of the words on his tongue. "Life... support? Since when have you had life support in here?" "Since yesterday," came the bland reply. "I thought it pertinent to have a... backup plan."

#submission #phyre-anon #not my writing #screaming and crying dude this is so amazing #your writing never ceases to amaze me holy crap #I am looking. Directly at it #Zane my goofy guy my beloved #they’re all so near and dear to me #look at him protecting his friends please someone give him a hug please #I can so vividly see them all stacked in a little pile inside please it’s so cute #soft vore #safe vore #g/t vore #fandom vore #n.injago vore #the blorbos ever

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hazmatazz · 5 months

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realizing how much physical affection means to me literally. like i always get that as my #1 love language for every fun test i do but oh my god they're right. i don't get enough physical affection or i don't get people saying they're giving me physical affection when they can't and suddenly i'm staying up that everyone hates me

#logically i understand my best friend loves me but oh my god. we haven't hugged in a week. what if he never cares to see me again #or like . i understand my guy probably likes me but haven't been told i'm getting affection in a while . my affection has been rejected. .#so . ugh. just need a fucking hug dude #i wanna ask my friend for niceys rn but it's 3 am so she's probably asleep and also . :( what if he doesn't like me #(<- guy who's been friends with it for years)#like . i wish i could tell someone like “hey give them reassurance rn” without.... asking for that #like i'd post “need someone to be niceys to me rn” because that's usually the most i can do to communicate that but he rarely is on tumblr #and what? do i send this post to my friend? no wtf #this happens with like. everyone close to me btw. i just care a lot about my best friend #so just. ugh. gonna try and sleep now. i'm getting a hug from him tomorrow #i really hope he plans something with me...i think that's all i need reassurance wise #i don't plan shit with people because what if they don't wanna be around me? but when ppl plan shit with me? YEAH . <3 #godddddd #🤞 please invite me to something soon i miss you and i feel like you hate me for no reason but that i'm sad always

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deathlordcorpseking · 1 year

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#Ulysses fnv #Listen #ulysses brain rot is back #And I just want to like #Give him a hug #or a bunch of kittens #Or both? 🤔#I think the idea’s really cute so hopefully it translates #Also feel free to play a game of spot the mistakes #I see two #The fact that the cats look demonic isn’t one of them but probably should be #Someone teach me to draw cats please and thank you #Fallout New Vegas #sorry to put this in the tag because it’s just me wanting ulysses to have cats

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crowleyscardigan · 1 year

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Stranger Things 4 broke me 😭

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #sorry I couldnt fit everything #these are just some of the saddest scenes for me #will byers #jonathan byers #jim hopper #dustin henderson #eddie munson #max mayfield #stranger things 4 was so sad #someone give them a hug please

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