#well tommy's mentioned

[gibuckaroo]

you’ll be a fine line

buck pov | gen | 2.5k words

Buck thinks again, Oh. Buck thinks again—and breathes. Or: Buck’s journey to his sexuality, and my personal ode to it.

link to ao3 here

#911 abc #shitumblrtag #evan buckley #buddie 911 #911 fic #911 ao3 #Introspective fic #Implied feelings for eddie diaz #Kiss with tommy mention #Was just very vague with names #This is just really my love letter to bisexual evan buckley #More personal than i would have wanted but #Oh well #911 s7 spec fic #in a way

[brick-a-doodle-do]

You say you want prompts….

What if the giant who used to be quiet (maybe for not so good reasons) but came out of their shell with the help of their tiny has a short relapse where they completely don’t talk and the tiny is just there to help

Perhaps g!Ranboo with t!Tommy or t!Tubbo (or whoever I just want fluff—)

speedwriting on vacation? speedwriting on vacation.

i was gonna wait for you

wc: 1849

cw: swearing, panic, brief mutism (is that the right word? the internet gave me it), mention of (sfw) vore/mouthplay

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Ranboo is going to murder him.

Tommy stumbles against the lapping wind, which pushes at his cheeks and makes them like ice. Rain patters onto him, each drop like a bucket being dropped on his head.

Shivering, he pulls his coat around him, trying to act like it wasn’t already drenched. He stumbles again, adjusting his footing right before toppling over. A blurry light shines in the distance, through an array of trees with branches that clash loudly with one another. With each of his steps, above the sounds of the wind and pouring rain, there’s a faint clicking noise. Prior to going out into the belly of the storm, Tommy had been occupied shoveling handfuls of rocks into his pocket to assure he wouldn’t get swept into the night by the gale.

The tiny made his way through the clearing, the light of the house growing nearer at an agitating pace, and by the time he finds footing on the pathway to his hole in the wall, the rain has seemed to disperse a little. He scrunches his hair up and water seeps from it, the same as he pinches the fabric of his coat. 

For the most part, the house seemed sleepy enough. Maybe he could get to bed before Ranboo confronts him. He treks the path, his soaked and muddy shoes sliding along the floor and nearly having him fall over enough times for him to discard them at their third murder attempt at him. 

The rest of the way was quick, until he finally reached his nook. The lights were out, just as he had left them. He squints in the darkness, feeling his way through the area before collapsing on a makeshift couch. He sighs, pulling his coat off and tossing it to the side with a squelch. He cringes at it, then decides he should probably do something about the wet mess he could call himself. 

He gets off the couch and flicks his lights on, which flicker for a moment before lighting the space up in warm lighting while projecting star-shaped shadows on the wall. He grabs his jacket from the floor and hangs it up, positioning a portion of a towel, (courtesy of Ranboo), underneath it to collect the fallen raindrops. 

Doing the same with his shirt, he then hovers over a basket of clean and dry clothes. 

Tommy is mid-way through struggling on a makeshift hoodie before a soft sob carries through into the walls. 

He—not before adjusting the shirt on him—pauses, interest piquing at the sound. Ranboo?, his mind supplies, thoughts of the human’s reaction to his disappearance already filtering through his thoughts. At another sob, Tommy promptly replaces his pants and hurries down the hall to the opening in the kitchen. 

Stepping out onto the counter, it wasn't hard to spot Ranboo, curled up on his couch, staring blankly out onto the floor, shuddering occasionally as the post-cry hiccups settled in. 

Tommy’s seen that gaze before. 

Guilt bubbles in his gut, the feeling in him as he remembers seeing Ranboo look like that, quiet and still after events regarding another borrower they had scared off. Tommy had gone to talk them out of the demeanor and in the process befriended them, and now months down the line they stare at the floor the same way they had back then. It didn't take much for Tommy to recognize that the trance he’d put the human in traced back to none other than himself. 

He sighs, arms crossing instinctually as he begins to adjust to a plan. Water drips inaudibly from his soaked hair, tracing down his face and dripping down his bare arms, a small puddle forming at his feet before he takes off again, along the length of the counter, (While clambering through stray things on its surface), until he reaches the edge of it, then steps off to an installed plank for him to walk along, the thing narrow and uneven although plentifully useful. 

Tommy passes through Ranboo’s excuse of a dining area and then into the living room, silent as he can as to not disturb Ranboo into panicking further. The human’s head rests on the couch with their hands folded solemnly over the edge of the couch. 

While sturdily inching his way down the pathway, Tommy debates on calling out to his friend, his mouth opening and closing with ‘Ranboo!’ stuck on the tip of his tongue. 

He sucks it up and stops in his tracks momentarily, cupping his water-wrinkled hands over his mouth and yelling out a fond: “Ranboo! My guy!” 

Ranboo’s still for a moment, Tommy narrowing his eyes at the scene before opening them up again as he human shuffles up from the couch and looks around for the borrower. He waves, attracting their attention towards Tommy. Ranboo’s eyes soften instantly, though they make no move for their little friend. 

Tommy, not knowing what to do with such a distance recognition as Ranboo’s, fills the silence.

“Oh, man, Ranboo, that storm out there,” Tommy starts, groaning for emphasis while continuing down the path to the, (still half-frozen), human, “I fucking went across the clearing for acorns, they're in season and I figured …. uh, well, I didn't really have s plan, but then it became fucking dark as shit and only at sundown, so I filled my pockets with rocks so I wouldn't blow away, I—”

“Were you leaving me?” Ranboo says, cutting Tommy off purely in relief. His voice is quiet, nearly cracking had he spent any more time crying. 

“What?” Tommy asks, dumbfounded at the question. By now, he’s halfway across the floor of Ranboo’s floor; halfway to the couch. 

“You left, and I have to ask if it was because of me,” Ranboo repeats, more emphasis and his voice a little louder, though Tommy doubts any lift in Ranboo’s demeanor. 

Tommy shakes his head, knowing well Ranboo couldn't see it but perhaps as a reassurance to himself. 

“No, no! Dickhead do you really think I’d do that? Ranboo, I wouldn't have came back if I was leaving you,” Tommy says, scoffing half-heartedly before adding a swift: “which I wasn't.”

Ranboo hums, still making no move to welcome home the borrower, who stands below his outstretched hands awaiting any kind of movement. 

“Jack was a one time thing, he just got scared, like the ass he is,” Tommy continued on. He stands, folding his arms over his torso impatiently despite knowing he shouldn't be worried about the status of his stance. 

At the most, Tommy can barely reach the tip of Ranboo’s finger no matter how much he extends his height.

Falling back down onto his heels, Tommy huffs. “One time, I walked in on Jack borrowing food and he thought I was a human. Scared the shit out of him for sure, like a human could come from the other side of the cabinet.”

Ranboo stays quiet. 

“...can you let me up?” Tommy asks, finally. Much to his dismay, he’s met with an immediate response that almost seems mindless. Ranboo’s hand inches down barely, though enough for Tommy to cling onto him. Secure, Ranboo says nothing as he brings the borrower up to the couch, resting on the unoccupied side of the pillow that he had been resting on. 

Tommy then adjusts to the uneven surface and looks up at Ranboo, who's face is covered, the strap of their seeming mask the only thing he can make out. They put the mask back on. 

(Regarding the incident of Jack, Ranboo had sulked around the house in a mask. He never understood why and never cared to question it after he took it off, and now he doesn't have the gut to ask now.)

“I'm back, aren't I? I still touched your abnormally long fingers,” Tommy points out, partially because he wanted out of his thoughts. Ranboo doesn't crack a smile at his thrown-together humor. Or, at least he assumes they don't as the mask obscures the one prominent indicator. 

Tommy pulls his lips to the side in thought, eyes narrow at the quiet human. “If I took the mask off and climbed inside your mouth would you move enough to spit me out?” 

Ranboo’s brows crease through strands of their hair. Tommy considers this progress. 

“Ranboo,” Tommy starts, something of a distant phrase stuck in his throat. His voice runs dry and his pride pulls at him to Shut The Fuck Up, but his heart doesn't care.“I'm sorry,” he says, a weight lifted from him even though he knows he shouldn't be the one being relieved, “I knew you were awake, or whatever you were doing, and I left during a storm and even then I hadn't came back and I guess it was shitty on my end. Sorry.”

There's a pause, and a longer pause, and …. it doesn't take long for Tommy to realize the pause was simply Ranboo ignoring the borrower. 

He doesn't know why, although that silence hit him graver than any other. Like months of tangling has been undone by a simple stroke. An apology from him has been left to disperse into only a fine memory of Tommy’s that leaves him remembering how kind he had been and how passive Ranboo had been. (Even so, he still has the emotions to amplify that he was more than hurt at the absence of a response.)

“Fine. Dick.” It's back to wit. “I'm going to jump off the couch since you don't want to fucking talk to me,” Tommy murmurs, turning on his heel and making less than a grand exit than he would've liked. (Not as if Ranboo's attention was on him.)

He slides off of the pillow, then close to the cliff that was the edge of the couch. Staring down at it, he considers the fall. Couldn't result in death, therefore leading him further and further until he decides to quip out a curious: “Oh, goodbye ole’ Ranboo, he-who-won't-talk-to-me.”

At his last syllable he steps from the couch, praying to Prime as the ground comes closer that he comes out of this with no less than an injury. Before he could hit the ground, just as he had presumed, he’s caught as lengthy cold fingers trap him and he’s stopped from the fall. Ranboo’s grip on him tightens ever-so-gently and he can make out his return to the couch. 

Ranboo hums, the smallest of noises he’s heard all evening. 

Instead of being let out, Tommy body pulses with warmth all around him as he’s engulfed in a darkness, a beating heart just moments away from him. He groans at their grip, yet makes no move away from the crease in his friend's neck, which radiates warmth and vibrates softly, almost silent had he not been pressed against their throat. 

“Thank you, for not leaving me,” Ranboo whispers. It echoes from where he sat against their throat. 

Through his urge of wit and of sarcasm, Tommy only has the mind to respond, loud and clear and in full honesty, with: “I wouldn't do that.”

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#brickquiries #sloth brickling #sloth my beloved \o/ #mw #brickfic #short prompt series #<- well it kinda turned into a long fic #cw vore mention #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #t!tommy #tiny!tommy #g!ranboo #giant!ranboo

[mishtershpock]

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#not to sound like a broken record #i know this has already been talked about a lot in current fandom discourse #but all the tommy love also comes from a place of #misogyny (buck’s m/f relationships failed bc the women weren’t good enough. but his first m/m is perfect and destined and tommy is god) #(even though we know next to nothing about them as a couple. cough 1 kiss and 1 failed date cough cough) #and biphobic concepts (buck’s only relationship/partner that is worth shipping and love and fandom time is the m/m one) #(if he’s with a woman he’s not worth our time? the relationship/partner isn’t worth our time. right?) #some people kinda sounding like the conservative haters right now #oliver stark’s voice shouting from afar: he isn’t gay! he is bisexual! he still likes women! #some people like to celebrate bi buck (as we should) but then erase his previous gfs #in favour of this 1 man he’s shared literally 4 scenes with. okay #<- <- <- i drafted this like 6 hours before that interview came out. ollie came to back me up with the ‘he still likes women’ lmao #him dating a guy now does not erase or dismiss his previous m/f relationships or that he’s still into women #one final comment. any time buck got with a girl it was ‘they need to break up immediately’ #‘she’s not right for him’ #he’s with his first guy and it’s ’they should be endgame’ #‘they’re perfect together’ #huh?? one. we barely know tommy/them together #two. what exactly makes them endgame material? bc they’re both men? cough biphobic misogyny fetishization cough #three. it would be objectively hilarious if he realises his sexuality and within 2 weeks is dating a guy for the first time #and then that guy ends up being his endgame forever partner. lmaoooo that would be so dumb sawry #not to mention it would kinda lean into the biphobia and misogyny mentioned above #in that it would suggest that his problem with finding love previously was… women #and this problem is now magically fixed because… man #four. not to be a buddie endgame truther but if all the vocal support means this is what we get instead #instead of Them. i’m out see ya bye bye #i am sooooo reading way too much into this but oh well

[morninkim]

was gonna wait until the big RotMMPR Movie post to show off designs from it

HOWEVER. i like these, so here's the team unmorphed :)

Distant Thunder takes place in the summer following Billy, Kimberly and Tommy's senior year, and Rocky, Aisha and Adam's sophmore year - so it's been about a year since the final battle with Zedd

#rotmmpr #power rangers #mmpr #my art #rotmmpr shippuden Real #i like the small updates + i think this tommy is the closest to how i imagine(d) her #also 😭😭 look at kim and tommy's height difference here..... fuckin immaculate #i think i mentioned before that distant thunder's focused mainly on the stone canyon trio #(partly bc of whatever the fuck is. happening with them in the comics right now / since their introduction) #so i'm excited to share what goes w them in the story #there is. a hint in here as well. its barely anything but its there #rotmmpr distant thunder

[altbery]

something about the tlou hbo show that im absolutely in love with is how much foreshadowing they're putting in everything!! the set design (ellie's space posters, the girrafe toy in ep 2, the girraffe poster in ep 6), the dialogue (THAT pun, ellie trying to guess her gift), the music (take on me!!!), a couple character cameos (dina, shimmer), and even extended plots like Kathleen's character arc......its all so saturated with little breadcrumbs that new fans and casual viewers might catch onto on a second watch, or remember in a future plotline, which is super satisfying, but the game fans? oh man. its so delightful, its like little gifts being left as treats for us. they couldve copy pasted the game sequences and left a lot of this out and we wouldve eaten it up anyways, but it just shows how this show was made with so so much love and care and respect both for their characters and their fans and im so unbelievably excited to see this season wrap up with a season 2 on the way

#the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou spoilers #tlou hbo #tlou #ellie williams #joel miller #bella ramsey #pedro pascal #craig mazin #neil druckman #other stuff i noticed but it might be spoilery so stop reading if u havent played/seen the game: #- henry getting a man killed for his brother and joel saying he does everyhtung for family. end ending of this season will be so fun #- tommy 'there were other ways' miller....hooo boy ur not gonna survive s2 buddy #- ranch with sheep!!!! like ellie and dinas ranch! #- THE CANNIBAL JOKE? HELLO? #- already mentioned it but like. kathleens entire monologue?? come on. that sets up s2 ellie and abbey so well #- ellie asking riley not to go. dina asking ellie not to go. :) #the last of us episode 7 #tlou left behind #tlou 2

[croissantk]

dsmp sketches+unfinished works ^^!

#this will probably be my last dsmp post for uh [undetermined amount of time] #alas.. ive been in dsmp hell for two years #i wish i had gotten to draw more of the characters before sending off but o well #maybe i will in the future #dsmp #dsmp fanart #suicide #suicide mention #knife #c!tommy #tommyinnit #c!wilbur #wilbur soot #c!crimeboys #c!technoblade #c!tubbo #croissart

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

OOC:

Writing a little character-study post for my Tom adaption, in case anyone has any questions or curiosities they’d like answers to in a way that wouldn’t come up all that easy in general ask-box roleplay format <3

@your-body-my-temple-baby was curious for a reference-post and. It does occur to me I put a lot of my Thoughts and lore explanations in the tags, so I figured it would be a fun thing to slowly build on and add to <3 while reading comprehension and seeing first hand the Tom Adaption’s habits is fun!! Sometimes, because it’s Tommy, he can overcorrect to downplay things. And it can be easier to understand the nooks and crannies when laid out clearly :)

So!! If there’s any suggestions or thoughts, feel free to offer them <3 it’ll happen either way, but part of what I find fun about this blog is the interactive element.

If you put them in the ask box in order to stay anonymous, just clarify they’re for the character study :) otherwise you may get an in-character response instead. Which, while fun, is not always what is asked for.

#dsmp tommy #rp blog #ooc reblog #mentions wilbur #well. the Wilbur blog <3 #who I frequently roll around in my brain like a dice roller btw

[shelbysdevil]

#;faceclaim #let’s not mention that Slytherin Tommy would have tried to poison his teacher as well #the curls. they kill me #welcome to office hours at Professor Shelby #v: hp

[divinekangaroo]

the melting point of gold - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3 COMPLETE

Between S6-E3 and S6-E4. The 36 hours between Ruby’s death and Ruby’s funeral.

Women are decorative. Men must be functional. This is a very special kind of lie.

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Inspired in part by @deadendtracks meta on Lizzie and Tommy around Ruby’s death.

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Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Tommy Shelby & Ruby Shelby, Charles Shelby, Charlie Strong, Frances, Oswald Mosley, Johnny Dogs, Esmerelda Gold, Adam (House of Commons Secretary) | Grief, Intrusive Thoughts, Angst, Dysfunctional Family, Complicated Relationships, Anger Issues, Backstory, Gender Role Issues, Tommy’s Complicated Relationship with his Ethnicity, Manic Tommy, Sleep Deprivation, Mild Anachronism, Abortion, Child Abuse, Drug Addiction, Friendship, Extended Family, Funerals in a time of Infectious Disease, the Lasting Legacy of Catholicism, Tommy’s Metacognition Breaking Down, Ethnic Slurs, Sex, Lack of Communication, Desk Sex, Sexual Dysfunction

#peaky blinders #my writing #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy x lizzie #Tommy shelby #ruby shelby #Oswald Mosley #johnny dogs #Charles strong #So the political details are difficult to get right but rest assured i have developed an entirely unrealistic alternative political univers #Which i will only ever mention in the briefest passing allusion #the key point is that Oswald couldn’t have been in parliament when the show had him there because he was leading the BUF #and the BUF held no seats therefore not in parliament #so this is now an AU where Oswald as BUF leader actually won his seat back again #and therefore the risk of fascism taking power in parliament is MUCH HIGHER than it was IRL #like SO MUCH HIGHER #Making Tommy’s attempt to bring Oswald down much higher stakes as well

[emisnt2]

I'm adding fake horn headband to my kid Lloyd design, no one can stop me from doing this

#Been seeing c!Tommy design and i just think it fits Lloyd as well lmao #Also inspired by Deltarune where it's mentioned that Kris like wear fake horn when they were kid #my multi interest mind is like connecting dots between characters dmdmmd

[davyjoneslockr]

Category 5 Monkees event happening. In my brain

#sometimes i think about the rock and roll hall of fame too hard and i get so mad i need to eat drywall and such. #the monkees should be there they should’ve been there years and years ago but rock and roll politicking SUCKS. #i don’t care if you think they were just a gimmicky tv band (they weren’t they were more than that) but they undeniably had an impact on #pop culture and you cannot talk about the 60s music scene without at least mentioning the monkees #also while we’re at it please get lesley gore and petula clark and herman’s hermits and tommy james & the shondells in there as well thanks

[normalbrothers]

#there was already mention of a black bull as well #also you know not to be the guy who's only seen peaky blinders but remember tommy with campbell in the hospital in s2

[dreamingblacktabby]

Chapter 1

The forest always seemed so calm. The green leafs blowing gently in the wind, rustling softly in the distance. All that separated Rusty from it was a metal chainlink fence and a small stretch of grass. How easy it would be to hop the fence and enter it. The earthy, fresh smell wafted over to him on the breeze, making Rusty lean forward. If he closed his eyes he could almost imagine himself in there, wandering around the underbrush and hunting birds that could be heard hopping around in the branches. Soft dirt beneath his paws, dappled sunlight shifting over his pelt, smells of plants filling his nose as he tasting the air. It was amazing.

“Rusty!”

The cry made Rusty jump and broke him from his daydreaming. He was back behind the chainlink fence, standing on the cold, rough concrete of the city. He turned to see his mother approaching him with a stern look in her amber eyes.

“What have I told you about coming here? It’s too close to the forest and you know why you can’t go in there.” She scolded.

“I wasn’t going to cross the fence mama, I promise.” Rusty walked over to join his mother who licked him between his ears. 

“I know little ember, but it makes me nervous when you stare for too long. You’re father  always stared into the forest and when he finally went in there he never came back.”

“I know mama.” Rusty had been told this many times already. 

“Come on, we should get back before anyone else finds you here.” Nutmeg gently nudged him in the direction of their home. 

Rusty threw one last look towards the forest before following his mother down the alleyways. They only had to travel a couple of blocks before arriving to an abandoned human building that had been taken over by Scourge’s group. There were cats lingering around the outside and going about their business. Rusty didn’t care much for the chaos. 

A couple cats glanced towards Nutmeg and Rusty as they made their way inside. The teeth and claws embedded in their collars made them look far more sinister than they actually were. Rusty had guessed long ago that the reason cats were so grumpy was because of these collar decorations. He had seen his mother shifting her collar around in an attempt to make It more comfortable and Rusty couldn’t blame her. Soon Rusty himself would be burdened with discomfort that came with being part of Scourge’s group. 

Inside the building there were less cats milling about since it was the time of day when most cats were out hunting. The only cats around were mostly mothers and kits which were almost all located in a single room. Most of the queens were either nursing or expecting since spring was upon them and the warmer weather made it far easier to keep kittens alive.  

“Was he at the fence again?” Tommy’s voice drawled making Rusty’s pelt burn. He glared at his brother who just rolled his eyes.

“Scourge isn’t going to be happy if he hears about that.” Luna cautioned her brother as Rusty sat down beside her. 

“I’m not going to cross the fence.” Rusty once again stated, wondering how many times he would need to repeat himself.

“Yeah, you won’t have to when the forest cats spot you and cross the fence first.” Filou flexed their claws. “With how poorly you fight you won’t stand a chance against them.”

“That’s enough Filou.” Nutmeg scolded, cuffing him over the ears.

“Mama, Brick stopped by earlier and said she wanted to speak with you.” Princess spoke up making their mother flinch. 

“Did she say what for?” Nutmeg asked.

Princess shrugged. “Said it had something to do with the trials.”

Nutmeg seemed to think this over for a moment before glancing behind her nervously. “I was dreading that.” She muttered. “You five are big enough to partake now.”

“Uh, finally!” Tommy groaned. “I’ve been wanting to ear my first tooth or claw forever now. I was beginning to think we weren’t ever going to get to participate.”

“I suppose I should go speak with Brick before they get annoyed with me.” She glanced at her five children. “Don’t go wandering off while I’m gone. I’ll try and catch us something to eat so if you aren’t here when I get back you’ll have to catch yourself something or go hungry tonight.”

“Yes mama.” Princess and Luna spoke in unison.

Nutmeg gave them all a hard look in warning before turning and making her way deeper into the building.

“I wonder if they’ll delay some of your guys trials.” Tommy said.

Rusty glared at him. 

“How about you keep your mouth shut before yours gets delayed.” Luna warned.

“Honestly I’m surprised I didn’t get a trial early considering how much better I am than all of you.” Tommy narrowed his eyes at them. Rusty knew he shouldn’t argue back but Tommy knew exactly how to get a rise out of all of them.

“Stop acting so high and mighty, we all know you suck at hunting and your fighting is mediocre.” Rusty stood and approached his brother despite protests from Luna and Princess. “You aren’t better than us, you just have a bigger ego.”

Tommy flattened his ears. “I’m better than you! I’ll be genuinely surprised if you manage to make it back in one piece. You’ll probably just take the cowards way out and pick something off of crowfood.”

“Both of you knock it off before I go and fetch someone who’ll make you.” Luna snapped.

Tommy glared at her. “Come on, you know as well as I do that you and me are the best.” He motioned to Filou and Princess who were sat on either side of Luna. “Those two and Runt over here have too much of dad in them. It makes them too soft.”

“That’s just unfair.” Filou bristled. “We’re just as good as you two.”

“Guess we’ll see when we’re sent on our trials.” Tommy glared at them, making Filou flinch. “Maybe you three would be better off finding some nice housefolk and settling down as pampered house cats.”

“Perhaps you’re too pampered.” Princess growled. “Maybe we should just kick you out of the nest tonight and make you sleep on the cold ground so you can prepare yourself for being the best.”

Tommy glared at her. “Maybe I will.”

“Good, because I’m not sleeping in the nest with you tonight.” Luna glared back.

The trial had been set. The next day Scourge would assess to see if everyone was competent enough. If any of them failed this assessment they would be stripped of their collars and banished from the group. For everyone that did well enough they would be sent on their trial. Rusty knew he’s pass the assessment. Despite Tommy calling him weak, Nutmeg had been absolutely sure all five of her children would be able to pass the assessment. All five of them knew how to fight and hunt, some better than others. Rusty and his siblings had been born in winter and none of them had died which gave cats in the group high hopes for them all. They had all managed to be born and raised in the coldest part of the year which made them tougher. At least thats what other cats believed. 

Rusty hated that. He hated being seen with higher expectations that all the other kittens in the group. There were only two other litters born around the same time and both were small and had struggled more than Nutmeg’s litter. They had far less expectations put upon them and were seen as normal or average. Rusty envied them. 

That night he had a hard time falling asleep. He was mentally preparing himself for the assessment the next day, wondering how soon afterwards they would be sent off on their trials. He knew they would be unable to partner up or go with anyone. This was a solo mission to prove you were worthy of being part of the group. The idea of failing the trails frightened Rusty. He knew failing meant he would never be able to return. He had nowhere to go if he failed. 

Maybe I can finally enter the forest. Rusty thought hopefully. If I fail, at least no-one will come looking for me.

“Psst!”

Rusty’s eyes snapped open. Was someone still awake? Rusty glanced around to see his family was still asleep. Even Tommy who was just outside the nest was sound asleep. 

“Psst, over here!” 

Rusty searched the rest of the room until his eyes caught sight of the small faintly glowing kitten sitting in the middle of the room. Rusty instantly knew this was a ghost. He’d seen them all the time but interacting with them often lead to trouble. Ghosts tended to be angry or sad and talking to them just brought unwanted attention to Rusty. Everyone always accused him of talking to the air and having bees in his brain whenever they caught him speaking to ghosts. Rusty had opted to ignore them after a while. Normally ghosts ignored him back, but this one seemed interested in actually speaking to him. 

Rusty contemplated wether to indulge the kitten or ignore him and go back to bed. Against his better judgement he crept from the nest, careful not to wake his family, and approached the ghost. 

“Hello!” The kitten greeted. “I want you to come with me.”

Not what Rusty had expected. “What?”

“I want you to come with me! The big silver cat told me to bring you to the forest because your special.” The kitten said.

Rusty stared at him in shock. “The forest?”

“Yeah, she said it was really important.” The kit explained.

“I’m not allowed to go into he forest.” Surely this was some weird stress dream. Surely there wouldn’t be some random ghost kit telling him to enter the forest.

The kit stared up at him for a long while before glancing towards the doorway leading to the rest of the building. He stared back up at Rusty with his still baby blue eyes.

“Are you sure you can’t come?”

Rusty glanced towards his sleeping family. He needed to get some sleep before the assessment in the morning. Still, an opportunity to go into the forest had just presented itself to him. Was he really going to reject an opportunity to take a peak? The kit did say that this was important.

“Will this be quick?”

“I think so.” The kit responded. 

“I can’t be too long but I can can go.”

The kit let out a happy cry and immediately raced off through the building leading Rusty down the familiar path to the chainlink fence. Rusty did his best to remain quiet and go unseen by all the other cats who were still awake. None of them would see the little ghost kit but Rusty wasn’t a ghost. He was quite relieved when they made it to an area where there were no more cats. 

“So what exactly is so important that I need to go to the forest?” Rusty asked curiously. 

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask.” The kit responded.

Of course he didn’t. 

“I’m Bugfang by the way?” Rusty was a bit startled by the question. 

“What?”

“My mama always says its polite to introduce oneself to new cats.” The kit responded. 

“Oh, uh, in that case my name is Rusty.”

“Rusty? Thats a weird name.” The kit screwed up his face.

“Not as weird as Bugfang. Bugs don’t even have fangs.” Rusty points out. 

Bugfang burst out laughing at this. “Of course bugs don’t have fangs, my mama let me pick out a warrior name since I was never going to get one.”

“A warrior name?” Rusty asked which only got a nod from the little ghost kit. “Cool.” Rusty wasn’t sure if it actually was or not but he realized he wasn’t going to get a clear answer from him. Hopefully that wasn’t going to be important to remember. 

#warrior cats au #through the fire au #bramblefeather writes #Rusty #Firestar #Nutmeg #Tommy #Filou #Luna #Princess #Scourge and Brick are mentioned #Scourge's group #BloodClan #It isn't called that yet #Illistrated #Rusty following a complete stranger into the middle of the woods #This will end well

[starlyte-writes]

Sorry I know it’s been literal months but Hitting On 16 is still rotting away in my head-

Like it was SO good you guys I’m dying because we all took it as c!Wilbur’s arc right? And it was, BUT, it was also c!Ranboo’s arc. They both grew in such a dramatic healthy way from their friendship with the burger van and I can’t stop THINKING ABOUT IT!

By becoming friends with c!Ranboo, c!Wilbur learned to open up and trust somebody with blind faith and nothing more. Sure, at the beginning, he tested him to see how quickly he’d chicken out and abandon c!Wilbur, but pretty soon after he realized that wasn’t necessary and it was just c!Wilbur and c!Ranboo causing mischief to piss off c!Quackity.

One of my favorite things about c!Wilbur is how he acts the most like a friend when he’s not thinking about it. Giving c!Ranboo sweet nicknames, complimenting him, hyping him up, cheering him on, all these small things he doesn’t even think about because it’s just subconscious love for his friend. He becomes healthier with his bond with c!Ranboo and can actually chat and hang out without the constant fear of “being perceived as evil” taunting his mind.

And then there’s change on c!Ranboo’s end as well!! If you actually really truly think about it, being on c!Wilbur’s “side” of the burger arc was the first time he ever chose a side. Before then, c!Ranboo would do anything he could to help out all parties, even if they directly contrasted each other. He didn’t want to make anyone upset and would therefore make everyone upset by not being loyal to one specific group. Even with the cookie outpost, while he was primarily in c!Tubbo’s favor, he still tried to negotiate and more importantly get along with c!Quackity, which to his sadness didn’t work out.

But then in comes c!Wilbur, who is passionate and impulsive and paranoid and thinks nobody would ever willingly choose to stand by his side. And c!Ranboo wants to give him a chance, to prove that that thinking is wrong. And the only way to do that is to directly oppose c!Quackity.

So he does. c!Ranboo, no matter how risky or sketchy a plan c!Wilbur creates, always follows through. Even when it’s directly going against his good morals (like vandalizing the restaurant) or the people he cares about (like his own fucking husband!) And this isn’t because c!Wilbur manipulates him into following his every command, it’s because he cares about c!Wilbur!

While nervous at first, throughout their time together c!Ranboo genuinely begins to enjoy his company and following his crazy ideas. He goes along with him because he wants to keep an eye on his friend, or keep him happy, anything to prove to c!Wilbur that “I am hanging out with you because I want to, exactly what you thought no one could do.”

It’s through his friendship with c!Wilbur that c!Ranboo learns the values of dedicating to a specific side. Sure, it creates conflicts that are messy and not fun, but it’s worth it to fight for something you care about, which is exactly what he tells c!Tubbo! 

“For God’s sake, just give him a chance! I know that I haven’t always made the best decisions with who I trust but this time I swear to you that things may not always be as bad as you think! I mean, people change, people get better and if you never give them a chance to prove it you’ll be stuck hating everyone that has ever wronged you and you won’t have anyone left...”

He is directly opposing his husband to stand for what he believes in, which is c!Wilbur being a better person. And while I am convinced there is a little self-projecting going on in here that might’ve helped motivate him, it is in part because he believes in c!Wilbur.

The saddest part is that their own personal flaws outpower their friendship, which leads to their inevitable downfall. c!Ranboo is never able to outright express his feelings to another person despite them all expressing their feelings towards him, leading to him killing himself to make a point thinking that would hit c!Wilbur more clearly than just directly talking to him.

Then on c!Wilbur’s end, not having c!Ranboo clarify and reassure him that he did enjoy being friends with him, his self-hatred wins out and he convinces himself that c!Ranboo never wanted anything to do with him. That he was spending time with c!Wilbur against his own free will.

They both grew thanks to their friendship, but it wasn’t enough to fight against all of the other problems they both still need to work on. I just- THIS man- ARE YOU HEARING ME? HITTING ON 16 WAS THEIR STORY AGH!

#star's analysis #dream smp #hitting on 16 #wilbur soot #ranboo #c!wilbur #c!ranboo #c!burger boys #ho16 #dsmp lore #tw caps #tw cursing #tw suicide mention #obviously there was a lot of growing for c!quackity c!tubbo and c!tommy as well #but the biggest focus of this story was their friendship and how they changed with it #neither of them had ever dedicated to friendship like that #for c!wilbur you could say he has with c!tommy but that relationship is a lot more complex and different than his with c!ranboo #they both have to evolve and get accustomed to changing for the better to be a better friend #unfortunately too many other factors got in the way to allow them to finish growing #i seriously need c!ranboo to get revived and just slap c!wil in the face and go #'HEY' #'I LIKED BEING YOUR FRIEND' #'STOP THINKING I DIDN'T' #i care very deeply for burger boys if you haven't already guessed #long post #long tags #tw italics #man i missed analysis i sound fucking bonkers it's great #star rants

[muirneach]

i kind of hate this article about the mats cause it’s just non stop ‘this band absolutely fucking SUCKED bob was the WORST their live shows were AWFUL and they gave HORRIBLE interviews and their albums FLOPPED’ as if rolling stone mag didn’t solidify their image as rowdy drunkards and help lead to their downfall. that said paul and tommy are perhaps the cutest ever and paul is literally me

#they were so fucking mean to bob in this article for no goddamn reason #tommy is literally like ‘yeah kicking him out was the worst day of my life and he had such a tragic death and he tried so hard’ #and the writer is like yeah haha okay well anyways look at this balding freak who cant play guitar #like??? #but at least the direct quotes are funny #‘turn down thine amp’ girl i love you so fucking much #im bored and im gonna be reading retrospective mats articles all evening sorry to everyone who does not follow me for that #magazines #music #the replacements #edit: like u can talk about how rowdy their shows are #but like. you dont have to be SO mean about it #like those creem articles werent great but like they usually are like ‘yes this is the most horrendous annoying band ever. #AND they are the greatest band ever to exist’ #im thinkin of the concert review they did in like san jose or something idk its in my mag tag #not the interview with paul and tommy. that was crazy lol not that #oh also another complaint about this article was that no mention of chris but also chris seems to be quiet anyways so maybe he wants it #sorry he was my first love in the band so i always gotta defend him

[doctorwhoisadhd]

for the character bingo : clara, missy, nardole, and any blaseball blorbo because while i don't know what blaseball is it is still very fun watching you talk about it

i made them one image bc i didnt like how long the post was if i didnt lol

for clara's free space: i like her! but i dont like her and the doctor's dynamic in s9 that much :(

blaseball blorbos: i chose 2!

parker my belarker...... i will literally NEVER shut up about how i think the fridays were the perfect team he coulda come to. like the team that a while ago basically swore off ever saying that players on our team were taking a vacation even if we knew (or just thought) that we'd only have them for a very short period of time?? the team who had at the time gone by far the longest without a single incineration??? the team who was DEFINITELY most upset about the vault????

also like. our most recent incineration (thomas england) is weird too cause it 1) could technically not be counted as an incineration (there wasnt actually a new player created because of the data loss) and 2) is the ONLY incineration ever that is upsetting for reasons NOT related to incineration as a concept (because the aforementioned data loss meant that thomas england was Literally Retroactively Erased In His Entirety From Having Ever Existed At All. he is the only player that this has happened to, and he's an original friday)

actually, you know what, im thinking about it now? thomas england was originally commemorated in the form of an Old Legendary Item (from the old item system) that his replacement (sixpack dogwalker) was given, a bat called the Bangers & Smash. and then the coin (FUCK the coin) THREW AWAY ALL OF THE OLD LEGENDARY ITEMS TO MAKE WAY FOR THE NEW ITEM SYSTEM

EXACTLY LIKE HOW SHE REVOKED PARKER (HER FUCKING SON) IN PREHISTORY JUST SO SHE COULD KEEP PROFITING OFF HIM

(ANGUISH) of COURSE the fridays fucking adopted him!!!!!!!!! fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#i was gonna talk more about thomas england but i pretty much covered like 99% of everything i could say abt it lol #though i WILL also mention that — i specifically intentionally mentioned him in inevitable #like i was writing that and i Knew i HAD to figure out a way to mention him #without it being ambiguous lmao #thomas england #it worked out super well considering. like i think the part of the chorus that mentions him is a BANGER fucking line ! #take her bat‚ and tommy england's erased / can't remember his face #the other lines are pretty good too! more specific than i usually get #sixpack and waveback was a rhyme that was pretty satisfying to be able to write #anyway. inevitable lol #askbox