Hello!!! I'm toasty, otherwise referred to as Vivian (or Vivi if you wanna be silly)!!!
Just a little description about me: I am a furry who is a trans woman (recently awoken from The Depths trademark) and I am in quite a few fandoms. I'm trying to get better at art and develop my own style so, get ready to see some real shit looking stuff. I also occasionally write.
Anyway, these are the fandoms (in order of how obsessed I am with them, top being most):
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Adventure Time
Epic: The Musical
Scott Pilgrim
Beastars
My Hero Academia
Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood
Invincible
Fallout
Avatar the Last Airbender
Digital Circus
MOB Psycho 100
Doki Doki Literature Club
Cookie Run Kingdom
One Piece
I am a collector; a hoarder of sorts. I collect Pokemon and MLP cards. I also have a growing SHFiguarts collection.
G bestie!!! For the tired prompts, could I please request:
⁵⁾ slowly helping them undress and massaging their sore body as you go, for my loves Ev and Val, and
¹⁶⁾ “after this, you deserve a break. just the two of us out somewhere quiet for a week or two- what do you say, hm?” for darlings Rosie and Jo?
Sage bestie thank you for requesting these! I’m sorry it took so long, but I do hope you love them! 🥰
From the tired lovers prompt list
⁵⁾ slowly helping them undress and massaging their sore body as you go, for my loves Ev and Val
“Who’s hut?” Val looked up at Everett as he spoke, the words coming out quiet, tired.
“Olive said they were going back to ours, so, yours.”
“Fine with me,” Everett yawned. “Rosie’s on R and R, Bennett’s orders shockingly, so we have it to ourselves.”
“Not Bennett’s orders,” Val shook her head. “Red’s orders.”
“Really? How bout that…”
“Bennett doesn’t want me doing any of his typing. But Red, like Chicky, is also slower than my Nonna. So, I know things.”
“You know more than most of the fellas on this base, that’s for sure, sweetheart.”
Opening the door of Everett’s shared quarters, he waited until Val was safely inside before shutting it behind him. He couldn’t actually lock it, but just knowing she was inside with him made him feel as if she was safe. Having it to themselves for the night made him happy, even if his exhaustion was outweighing his happiness.
“Honey, you look dead on your feet…” He turned from where he had just dropped his hat on the desk next to his bed, finding Val with her stocking feet on the cold floor, brows furrowed at him.
“I don’t normally admit defeat,” he sighed, loosening his tie. “But these replacements… what’s that expression you use?”
“Which one?”
“When something is…kind of unbelievable.”
“Madonna mia?”
“Yes, that one. The whole thing is just unbelievable.”
“They think they’re going to single handedly win the war?”
“Sweetheart, they are all terribly under trained.”
“Then why send them?” He couldn’t tear his gaze from her as she divested of her jacket before unzipping her skirt and gracefully pulling her shirt from the waistband.
“We are desperately low on pilots, even if I was still flying regularly, or Jack, there’s just not enough to put up.”
Just as he went to unbutton his shirt, she quickly crossed the room, still half ready for bed herself, and stopped his hands.
“Sweetheart, I’m exhausted…”
“I know,” she nodded, no impending teasing or flirting behind the words. Just love. “I’ve got you.”
“Val…” Her name came from his lips quietly as ahe pushed his shirt from his shoulders, motioning for him to put it where it belonged.
“Nope. Now on the bed, Major.” She winked, giving him a cheeky two finger salute.
Crossing the small distance to his bed, he perched himself on the edge, watching to see what her next move was. When she quickly removed her skirt and blouse, he thought maybe he had been wrong, that she was going to use some flirting to get him into bed and relaxed, until her blouse followed, all hung neatly next to his uniform, and only her slip, and pantyhose remained.
“You’ll freeze if you stay like that…”
“I’m okay,” she grinned, and with practiced ease came to join him on the bed.
“Val? What are you doing back there sweetheart?”
“Helping you relax,” the matter-of-fact way she said it told him there was no room for arguments. “Now, shush, please.”
“Sweetheart-”
“I said, shush, Everett,” she popped her head around to quickly kiss his cheek. “Please.”
“Yes ma’am.”
When her hands slid up his arms, squeezing methodically on their way from wrist to shoulder, he felt like his body could melt into the mattress beneath them. But when she began gently massaging his shoulders? He was ready to hand in his resignation to Colonel Bennett and stay in this hut with her forever. He was so content. So comfortable. So safe, with her in this room. So much so that he didn’t even realize he had groaned out loud.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Absolutely not,” he sighed happily. “That feels nice baby… real nice.”
“I’m not that strong,” she chuckled. “I just thought I could try.”
“It’s perfect,” he let his head drop back against her body, sighing again as her fingers moved through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. “Tomorrow, when I’m not a tired old bag of bones, I’ll return the favor. Promise.”
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¹⁶⁾ “after this, you deserve a break. just the two of us out somewhere quiet for a week or two- what do you say, hm?” for darlings Rosie and Jo?
My dearest Robbie,
Suffice it to say you’ve given us all the scare of a lifetime, disappearing off to Russia for a month. Your mother has been beside herself and I will not dare say how I’ve been. I think you can surmise it for yourself based on what Harry has seen of me, and Pappy has written.
I’m not sure how we’ve gotten here, survived so much while so far apart, but when this is all over and you’re home, we should see about getting away somewhere. A week or two in the sun, just me and you. We could call it a vacation, or a honeymoon. I much prefer the latter- so long as you can rest and we can be together. What do you say, my love?
For now, I know that we still have some time apart, but I do hope you’ve flown your final mission and will remain with both feet on the ground. I mean it, Robbie- you have given so much. All of you have, and I know it takes its toll on all of you, and the other girls, but remember. They’re with you over there, and I’m not. So until you’re here with me, I’ll worry about you endlessly.
I’m already dreaming of warm sunshine and you; my darling.
i have thought on a pokemon au for them before! this is because teru and ritsu already could be pokemon rivals imo.
mob: first off i think he either still has psychic powers or he has the manga viridian forest powers. i like viridian forest mob though. his team is caterpie, espurr, a wild gengar that started following him around (<- this is dimple. gastly fits dimples appearance better but his vibes are too gengar), and a mew that he keeps in its ball and almost never uses
reigen: magikarp. obviously. mimikyu also. he catches a buizel sometime after he starts traveling with mob.
ritsu: ritsu has a lot of pokemon. he catches a lot of them and switches up his team fairly often. beedrill (he and mob caught caterpie and weedle together as kids), riolu (-> lucario later on), absol, eevee (-> umbreon), golduck, bagon (-> shelgon), kadabra, cacturne, scyther, venonat (-> venomoth), carnivine, shuppet, probably more by now.
teru: wobbuffet, roserade, sneasler, furfrou, oricorio, aegislash, maybe a castform, maybe a milotic.
tome: clefairy and elgyem. i think she should get her own subplot where she gets to meet or maybe even catch a deoxys
shou: evil team leaders son (team claw). may also have viridian forest powers. dedenne, greninja (battle bond), staraptor, gabite, aipom, charmeleon. his team is speedy but underleveled.
serizawa: i think he had houndstone and arcanine. dog guy.
tumblr glitched and deleted a prompt I published :( so here it is again! I believe my beloved @sagesolsticewrites requested this one: fresh apple tart, featuring my queen Jean and bestie Jo.
from this November Prompt list - inbox still open for more!
Jean proudly put the finishing touches to the tart that she'd placed on the kitchen counter to cool. She raced over to the icebox to check she'd actually remembered to buy vanilla ice cream, breathing a sigh of relief when she spotted it.
The front door swings open right as Jean shuts the icebox, the force of it almost toppling her over.
“Jesus, Josephine!” she scolds, clutching her chest. “You gave me a fright, girl!”
“Sorry, doll,” she replies, her teeth gritted in apology. “Arms are full.”
Jean looks down at her friend, her arms filled to bursting with gifts, all perfectly wrapped in red paper.
“I thought Robbie said no gifts for his birthday?”
“Well, I said that that was fine. I didn't say I agreed with it!” She places the six boxes on the dining table, hands clasped together in glee as she spots the fresh apple tart, covered in cinnamon sugar.
“Oooh, he'll love this!” she squeals, racing over to take in a deep sniff of the sweet goodness. “Thank you for rustling this up, friend.”
“Of course. You know I'd do anything for him, and for you. I do have to say though, I'm surprised. Especially for a birthday.”
“For why, hon?”
“Well, Rosie usually likes cherry pie. I'm just surprised he didn't request that!”
“Too much of a good thing, I think, Jean,” Jo laughs. “He got dreadfully sick last time he ate it.”
“I think that was less good thing, more he ate the whole thing plus almost a gallon of ice cream with it.”
“Anyway, it's nice to have a change,” Jo replies, changing the subject as Jean comically narrows her eyes at her friend. “Apples are in season.”
“They sure are. Only the best from the Douglass Orchard.”
“I expect nothing less. Now, when is everyone getting together?”
“Well, I told them we'd meet them all at the hotel an hour from now. Wasn't it so nice of Vika and her family to let us have the party there?”
“It sure was. Her and Jules showed me the decorations yesterday, and they're so lovely. Homemade, too!”
“Wonderful! I'm sure they'll be done fast as lightning with Olive and Val assisting them.”
Jo checks the clock upon the wall, brow furrowing as she reads the time.
“You'd better get that flour off your nose, girlie, we need to leave soon!”
Thinking of the pretty pink dress she'd hung on her closet door this morning, she smiles to herself, already envisioning her husband’s sweet eyes softening at the sight of her.
writing prompt for you: board game night double date (ft impa and zelda????)
This was such a cute idea! I love Zelda and Impa as a pair (either romantically or just really close platonically). They're definitely besties with Warthorne!
(If you read this and would like to request a short snippet, see this post!)
“Ha! Back to start!”
Link groaned as Zelda pointed at him, smirking. He moved his piece back to his starting row. There was still one piece there. At least he had one piece in the finish zone, but he was definitely losing.
Who knew that Trouble could get so competitive?
“Aw, Link, don’t look so sad. You’re still in the game!”
Rowan was grinning at him. His cheeks were slightly pink, his eyes just a bit glassy. He clutched a drink in one hand.
It was a nice sentiment. Except it really wasn’t. “You put one of my pieces back to start last turn.”
Rowan looked puzzled for a moment. “I did?”
Link rolled his eyes, but then nudged Rowan in the side. “It’s your turn.”
Rowan slammed his hand on the dome in the center of the game board with a little too much enthusiasm. If it weren’t for the fact that the pegs fit in slots, they would surely have flown off the board by now.
Zelda was giggling at something Impa was whispering to her. She was practically on Impa’s lap. Link gave her another half a drink before she made it that far. Impa kissed Zelda on the cheek before pulling away to take her turn. She pressed the popper much more delicately, as if she could influence her roll.
Impa already had three pegs in her finish zone, but her last one had only left the start on her last turn. She and Rowan had been arguing back and forth about who was leading — he had two pegs in the finish, but his remaining two were already halfway around the board. Impa seemed convinced that there was some strategy to the game.
Zelda didn’t agree. “It’s almost all chance.”
When it was Link’s turn, he leaned forward to roll, but before he could, Rowan reached out and laid a hand on Link’s cheek. When Link turned towards him, Rowan put his other hand on the back of Link’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Rowan’s lips were warm against his, and Link could taste the alcohol on his breath. He buried a hand in Rowan’s hair and closed his eyes.
After a few moments, Rowan pulled away just enough to whisper “for luck” against Link’s lips.
