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Commission for the lovely @cosleia I really enjoyed drawing this beautiful characters!! (i want Matt as my son) This babies belong to @bpdcecilpalmer and her story Backwards Compatibility Go read it! <3

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[tokyotheglaive]

my buddy my pal. i'm sorry to bug you but i'm having a v difficult night and i understand you're looking for prompts. can i trouble you for a robot fluff if you've got it in you? as many or few children as you'd like to include. just something fluffy. thanks <3

<3 I’m so sorry this is the next day I went to sleep and I woke up and my fingers have hardly left the keyboard since. It’s not ultra-fluffy, but I tried to keep everyone as IC as possible. Warnings for happy Linus, infatuated Matt, ecstatic Kipper, slightly drunk and concerned Nico, and a beach trip. (This is also for @cosleia who requested Kipper at the beach ages and ages ago. At the time I couldn’t come up with anything that wasn’t the absolute angstiest of the angst, but this did the trick.)

“So,” Nico said, sipping something violently pink as he leaned against the wooden railing.

So. A loaded word. Matt watched him out of the corner of his eye, fighting the instinct to shy away. Nico was standing too close, and it was hot in the heat of the sun. Ahead of the pair of them, the beach extended out to the ocean, where good-sized waves rolled and swayed. Matt might have thought they indicated a storm if the sky hadn’t been perfectly clear. Their beach day was safe from inclement weather.

He could see Kipper down by the shore, dancing and swinging his arms merrily in the spray. He’d gone in much deeper earlier, and Linus had nearly thrown himself into the water after him, terrified that he’d drown.

Matt could see Linus, too, lounging under a beach umbrella, slathered with sunscreen and miserable in the heat. Getting Linus to come with them had been no small miracle, one of those things that only Kipper could rightly pull off. Try though Linus did to put on a sour face, in these moments when he thought no one was looking, he seemed relaxed, even happy. Matt hadn’t seen him this pleased or loose-limbed in quite some time.

Nico was waiting for him. Matt was stalling.

“So,” he said finally.

Nico took another long sip of his drink. Matt didn’t think it was alcoholic, but then again, maybe it was. It was certainly sweet. Matt could smell the sugar almost as clearly as he could hear the clink of the ice.

“Have you ever been to the beach before?” Nico asked.

Matt frowned as he looked back to the shoreline. There was Kipper. Matt was worried to look away from him. For some reason, Nico seemed to be deliberately not looking, and that was all the more worrisome.

“Yeah,” Matt said. “Years ago. We’d come down in the spring.”

Nico nodded and said, “Water’s cold then.”

“Yeah,” Matt said again. “It was. Everything’d be closed and you’d get those odd squalls but we swam anyway.” He pushed back from the railing, intending to escape wherever this conversation was going. He’d go to Linus—he should have stayed with Linus, but Linus had told him to quit bothering him and go for a walk, and he had even though he’d known that it was Linus’ attempt to keep Matt from sticking by his side for the duration of the trip. He was always worried Matt would feel obligated to stay, as if he would suddenly stop wanting to.

“Matt,” Nico said, voice stern. “I need to talk to you.”

Damn. There went his escape plan.

“Yeah?” Matt asked.

Nico shifted his weight, his joints creaking. Matt instinctively glanced around them, but no one paid them the slightest bit of attention. That was the beauty of a crowd; no one looked too hard, and no one asked any questions. The most attention they’d got was from a six-year-old kid who’d fallen in love with Kipper’s hair shortly after they arrived. Kipper had played with the kid for over an hour before the child’s parents decided it was time for ice cream, and perhaps another drink.

“It’s about Kipper.”

Linus wasn’t looking for Matt. He wasn’t. Matt had gone for a walk, just like Linus had asked him to do. He was going for a walk, and then he was going to come back.

Linus sank his toes into the sand and breathed deeply. He—he didn’t believe what he was thinking, but he did, and wasn’t that strange? He felt good. Matt could not come back—there was the possibility—but was it really a possibility? Would he really just leave? Linus wasn’t worth coming back to, but would that be enough to keep Matt away?

He wanted to laugh, or maybe get himself checked out for sunstroke. Instead, he continued to lay under the umbrella, lazily scanning the beach. He could see Kipper, which helped, and Kipper looked happy, which helped more. After the incident earlier where Kipper nearly drowned, Linus insisted he stay closer to the shore, and Kipper seemed to agree. Linus liked when things went his way. For a day he hadn’t planned on having, today was working out remarkably in his favor.

He sipped at his water bottle—brought from home, packed by Matt before Linus even had to ask—and lay his head back. It was blessedly warm, even under the umbrella, and while no part of him stuck out, he imagined he could feel the sun on him, warming him from the inside out. He didn’t know how he’d write about this on his blog—his few followers might think that he’d gotten himself a ghostwriter.

Let them, he thought. He was having a good day. When was the last time that had happened by itself, without Matt to orchestrate it?

(Or Kipper, he admitted. Kipper was oddly good at that, and getting better every day.)

The crash of the waves against the beach lulled him, and against all odds, Linus thought he might fall asleep. He fought it, if only because he wanted to be awake when Matt returned, or if Kipper ventured farther into the water than was safe for his level of swimming expertise.

Maybe Linus could teach him. It had been years, but something was better than nothing, right? Linus could teach him how to float, at least. Humans were good at that sort of thing, and he vaguely remembered something about not being able to unlearn things like that. Maybe that was just bicycles, but Linus had never learned how to ride one in the first place.

Crash and recede, crash and recede… The sea drew itself up and forward and back in a constant cycle, and Linus’ thoughts were rising and falling to match it. Don’t sleep, sleep, don’t sleep, sleep…

A curse followed by a thud startled him, and Linus’ eyes swept open. Matt now sat beside him, a scowl on his face as he glanced over his shoulder to the boardwalk.

“What happened?” Linus demanded, good mood evaporating.

Matt’s gaze snapped to him, and his scowl softened until it disappeared entirely.

“Nicholas Finch,” Matt said, straightening out a towel so he could lay beside Linus, “is a dick.”

Linus could only stare. Matt, calling someone…?

“I told him,” Matt said, “I told him, he’s got to stop fixating on this, but he’s had one too many I guess and he just wouldn’t stop.”

“What did he do?” Linus asked, shaking with fear and rage and what had Nicholas said to Matt to make him this upset?

“He’s afraid for Kipper,” Matt said, running a hand through his hair. “He thinks that he’s not good for him, that he’s going to do damage. He asked if we’d look after Kipper when he’s gone.”

Linus could only stare for a moment. The reaction that belatedly followed was hardly appropriate: he began to laugh.

“What?” Matt asked.

“I thought,” Linus spluttered, “I thought—he didn’t—”

Matt looked horribly confused, and if Linus could stop laughing, he’d be able to explain. Slowly, he began to pull himself together.

“Are you feeling all right?” Matt asked, reaching out. He stopped short, and Linus took his hand.

“Wonderful. Superlative,” Linus said. “This was a great idea.”

“I’ll tell Kipper,” Matt said uncertainly.

“I’ll tell him myself. I’m just glad, that’s all.” Matt was clearly waiting for an explanation, and Linus took in a deep breath to displace the rest of the laughter from his lungs. “I thought he was hitting on you,” Linus said. “I thought you were going to tell me that he didn’t take no for an answer.”

Matt’s eyes were wide as saucers. “He—no, no, not at all,” he said. Linus watched as Matt moved closer so that they were hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. Linus nudged him to tell him it was okay.

“What did you tell him?” Linus asked.

“Hm?”

“About Kipper,” Linus said.

“I told him he was being an ass,” Matt said.

“Those exact words?”

“No, but under no uncertain terms.”

Linus exhaled.

“I know how he feels,” he said.

“You—what?”

Linus frowned and sat up. “I feel like I’m using you, half the time,” he said. “You—you came back. You always come back.”

“Of course. I love you,” Matt said. “You come back to the people you love.”

“I knew you’d come back today,” Linus admitted, “and I thought—I thought maybe that was bad.”

“That I’d come back?” Matt asked, voice neutral—careful, Linus thought. Matt was always so careful.

“No, that I expected you to,” Linus said. “I felt good in the certainty that you would but I was afraid that meant that I’d finally finished the act—tricking you and tricking myself.”

“You haven’t tricked anyone,” Matt said. “I love you as you, in spite of nothing and because of everything. You are…” he looked up and down, then said, “you are perfect to me.”

Linus smiled.

“Kipper would say the same about Nicholas, don’t you think?” he said. Matt didn’t respond. Kipper was making his way up the beach, now, looking for their umbrella. He had a bunch of shells in his arms and sand all over his legs and he looked fit to combust with joy. “Is that love, or have we programmed you to give us that response?”

“No,” Matt said. “You haven’t.”

Linus shrugged. “There’s no way for us to know,” he said, “Nicholas and I. We’re damaged people with perfect partners. It doesn’t seem real.”

“You’re not damaged.”

Linus frowned. Kipper was drawing closer.

“Nicholas is, though,” he murmured. Matt squeezed his hand.

“I’m not going to let him run away from Kipper, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Matt said.

“I’m not,” Linus replied. “Kipper’s far more possessive than I am. He’d follow Nicholas to the ends of the earth of that’s what it took.”

Matt squeezed back, unable to say anything else as Kipper drew up, eyes bright.

“Look!” he squealed, just a little too loud. “They’re all so pretty!”

[cosleia]

bpdcecilpalmer replied to your post: character meme (which i missed you posting last...

worst quality: just won’t give jakku a chance.

oh my gOD YOU’RE RIGHT

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FYI, i've done DBT for years, and most of our group leaders are residents who are still training. I'm like a secondary group leader at this point because i've done this for so long and i KNOW it, i LIVE it, I can give skill advice and make suggestions because i feel the same as my group members. Anyone who says your being mentally ill means you can't work in psychiatry is so full of shit it's coming out their nose (you can post this publicly if you want <3 i love and support you)

sorry i only just got to this!! thank you so much, this is all so true!! i love you too!!!! <3

[cosleia]

character meme (which i missed you posting last night): F I N N

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: Um everything? Finn is perfect. ...but seriously, I guess what I like most about Finn is while he’s extremely smart and an excellent shot and could’ve been the perfect soldier, he also has a ton of personality. He has emotions and he’s very demonstrative and that’s refreshing in an action hero.worst quality: HE’S TOO PERFECT? I’m having trouble coming up with anythingship them with: Poe. I also enjoy finnlo a little too muchbrotp them with: Reyneeds to stay away from: Kylo, and the whole First Order really, except to Fight themmisc. thoughts: The only reason Finn doesn’t get a “would bang” is because he’s kind of young for me. I put him in Ravenclaw because his analytical side is his main feature---he’s constantly thinking and working on plans. Logically, hiding from the First Order makes the most sense for him, and that’s what he was going to do. He was not a blind idealist. He went back to save Rey, not to help the Resistance. And while his going back is a big example of loyalty and bravery, it’s not characteristic (which is why it was so important). Note that I am not calling Finn a coward; I’m just saying he’s smart, and if all he had to worry about was himself, helping the Resistance would make no sense. Actually, when a fight comes to Finn, he shows that he’s not a coward every time. Avoiding the fight in the first place is just the intelligent thing to do, is all. (However, this may change in the next movie! Finn may have different priorities after everything that’s happened. His arc is just beginning.)

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[cosleia]

[fire emoji] robots. hue hue.

Robots are just better at pleasing a woman. Sorry to say it, but it’s science.

[cosleia]

LEMON.

THE GUN.