#dadiocre

[dptywhips-moved]

@dadiocre​ asked:

what if he gives hubby kiss. what if

      thomas michael wachowski, if you don’t kiss your husband, he might cry right here and now.

[devilcharge]

dadiocre. he wouldn't let him save him. it's the one thing that keeps him tossing and turning at night. (he remembers it all too well. the black blood that looks like tar- that he will never be able to completely scrub off his house: it stains through the walls, and no matter how much bleach he uses, the tar doesn't come off. it never comes off. it can't come off, and tom is more tired than usual. more tired than he'd been taking care of the three- who knows where they are now? gone. all gone. and the house is eerily silent.) (in a sick way, it's the only reminder that sonic existed. that they all existed- that the one day that went so horribly wrong did happen. it makes the house less lonely. black blood seeps between stuffing. black blood seeps into his lungs.) it's the one thing that makes the dull in his chest turn into a sharp pain, the one thing that keeps him up all night, the one thing that forces him out of the house, so that he doesn't fight against the futile attempt to beckon sleep over. it's so, so cold. his blood is cold. sonic is- his blood seeps between his fingers as he tries to pick him up, landing in a thick fog of shock. sonic's a good kid. he's so, so good- and now he's gone. idiot. idiot. how are they supposed to light the candles without him? sonic can't receive the bag of chocolate hidden in the kitchen drawers, waiting for december to come. he won't be able to play his pop music anymore, no more giggling, no more whips of the wind that's just sonic, excited, running down the stairs for waffles. no mess to clean up, no dancing, no singing, no-) the house is going to be so empty. sonic had made his way into their lives, and turned it into a home. tom can't even remember the last time he stepped foot into his empty, only-tom-and-maddie house. he can't remember a time where sonic and his friends weren't there: it'd always been with them. him and maddie and the kids that he loves, that he cares for, that he realizes that he wants to protect with all of his heart. (oh. oh. this is the destiny he'd wanted, all this time. that one destiny that he dreamt of all his life, dad, i want to help the world with my science! i want to bring hope to the people. this is how he can bring hope to green hills- this is his fate. to protect them. to care for them. to be there. to be- ...and now it's gone. and now he's failed them all forever. and there are no amount of apologies he can make to maddie and tails and knuckles, and now-) he wouldn't let him save him. that's what he cannot grasp. it's how sonic screams look out! dad! and how he runs in front of him, arms outstretched, protecting him. (he's 12. he's 12 and tom's fighting with sticks. he's 12 and sonic's running from death and destruction anywhere he goes.) it's how his hand on sonic's hand was so easily brushed off, how sonic's energy crackles in waves, how sonic turned his head towards him, smiling, sad, but smiling- i'm strong. i can take it. i can protect you. it should've been him, standing there, arms outstretched. i'll protect you, he'd say. you don't have to do this alone, he'd say. run. save yourself. don't die. what tough fucking luck.

are you prepared for the kind of death you’ve earned ?

@warriore.

[purple-paw-muses]

Closed w/ @dadiocre​

Cobalt should’ve been smart enough to realize that this was a trap, that he’d be stupid to try and get in there to snatch up the plate of dry cat food that had been placed near the back. But he was desperately starving right now... even a plate of dry food looked appetizing to the little alien.

He managed to fit into the cage, just barely enough space, and grabbed onto the plate so he could eat outside of the cage; he just had to be careful not to make it close on him.

Snap.

The sensation of the metal clamping down on his tail caused him to screech in pain, and immediately began to panic and thrash, causing the cage to start tumbling and the plate of cat food to go flying, spilling kibble everywhere. He was causing an incredible racket, screaming and hissing and clanking; he had clammed himself into the wire sides of the cage so hard, the metal bit into his skin. Fur and quills flew about with wild abandon.

Eventually, he tired himself out, panting hoarsely as he lay slumped on the bottom of the live trap

[b4dnik]

❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ and from dadiocre !

     ❝      no ,  i’m  sure  you  don’t .     ❞     there’s  a  sharp  edge  to  his  voice ,  both  threatening  &  domineering  at  the  same  time.  forward  he  leans  into  the  other  man’s  face   /   boundaries  on  personal  space  are  for  the  feeble - minded !  the  doctor’s  jaw  juts  out ,  as  though  his  presence  were  enough  to  make  tom  back  down.     ❝      after  all ,  i’m  certain  you  have  five  PHDs ,  an  immeasurable  IQ ,  &  the  MOXIE  to  get  things  done  quickly  &  efficiently ---   isn’t  that  right ,  pastry  boy ?     ❞

[ncvabcrn]

   @dadiocre​ !

   currently just.. running in circles with ozzy- it seems that the canine found the hybrid first, & they’re having a blast just doing whatever this was. they like dogs, dogs like them. it’s perfect.

   ... & then they trip, but it’s fine, because now the dog is just laying on top of them. still, they’ve yet to notice tom who was watching this whole event take place. ally’s too busy having a dopamine rush.

[fastfists]

The echidna appreciates the offer but he is not coming out of his hiding spot. He has hunkered down and refuses to come out.

[earthsalted]

[ CROWN ]:     sender presses a kiss to the crown of the receiver’s head while hugging. from tom / dadiocre!

   WARMTH ENVELOPS HIM. he is small compared to the earthlings around them, yet carries the strength of a warrior on his shoulders every single day. to be able to wrap his arms around the form of the echidna, the lord of donuts knelt in front of him, bringing himself to the same level as knuckles. his touch is tender, considerate, and knuckles is overwhelmed, for a moment. 

   ( he thinks of his father, taking a knee in front of him, a hand on his shoulder and understanding in his eyes. telling knuckles to stay behind, wait for his moment. the dejection he felt, yet abiding by his father’s wishes. watching his father’s back, as the entirety of his tribe emerged into the woods, towards their final hunt. )

   the hedgehog calls the lord of donuts his dad. there is more to family than the blood coursing through your veins, he knows as much. he also knows that his people took sonic’s mother from him. longclaw’s apprentice, torn from his family by the hands of the echidna.

   this is not his father, but tom’s touch tells a different story. his actions, his words, the mere fact that they took knuckles in despite everything he did to a member of their tribe. he came into their lives fully intending to tear the hedgehog from his family a second time, destroyed their home in his quest for vengeance. and here he is, offering a closeness to knuckles he hadn’t experienced in years. he tenses, at first, so unfamiliar with the gentleness he’s being shown, but quickly melts into the touch, raising his arms to wrap them around tom, squeezing him hard.

   with his face smushed against the human’s shoulder, his word are muffled, quiet, only audible to tom. there’s a stone in his throat that he can’t seem to swallow past, taking a heaving breath. ‘ thank you, ‘ he mumbles, appreciative, loved, and when tom responds by pressing a kiss to the crown of his head, never minding the sharp ends of his quills, knuckles cannot stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. 

@dadiocre [ ... ] HUGS HUGS HUGS

[purple-paw-muses]

dadiocre: "oh, buddy. we need to get you some actual food one day-"

"What's wrong with bugs?? Can't waste th'protein, after all!"

God he really didn't want to have to eat bugs anymore, though...