Get Well Teddy's own trip to the doctor
Teddy belongs to a 3 year old who was very concerned by his run-in with the puppy. Even before her mom wrote to me, the little girl believed Teddy was at the doctor and being well taken care of. She thought Teddy would be quite comfy, because he clearly had been to a doctor before based on his belly band-aid. Here is his diagnosis photo:
And here is what he was supposed to look like:
Clearly, Teddy needed his little head pouch reattached, eye socket repairs with new fur, and two new eyes (they had his original eyes but they were too damaged to reinstall). As time is of the essence particularly when a three year old is involved, we did not schedule Teddy for a spa, just surgery.
So... he came to the hospital and I had near perfect fabric match for his eye sockets. Coloring his new eyes took a little time (they need to dry thoroughly before being installed and as it was rainy here, it took a little longer), but within the week he was ready to fly home. Here he is, just before he flew home to MN:
His person's mom wrote:
Oh my goodness, thank you!!!!! We will have one for pleased little girl.
and when he made it home, the family wrote:
I wanted to thank you for restoring our F’s teddy bear, I could barely get her to bed last night because she couldn’t stop hugging him & talking to him. You did excellent work & it brought a lot of joy! Cheers
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LOVE ur fluff writting its always a treat <3<3 *extends their hand when they notice the other searching for it in their sleep* would be ADORABLE for sleepy cuddles (or angst 👀) but on the other hand
"Till death do us part. Forever until the end of eternity" would be a REALLY good excuse for tim to bust out the 00FFFF decorations
I cant decide so whichever you like the best!
Something tugs at Tim’s shirt.
Tim blinks, frowning. He looks down, but there’s nothing there. Maybe the fabric just got caught in the back of his desk chair or on the armrest or something? He has been sitting in a kind of weird pose, all folded up with one leg tossed up onto the desk as he stares at the case files on his screen. So probably—
Tug. Another one, sharper, more insistent. And he hasn’t moved, so it definitely wasn’t just the shirt getting caught on something. Tug, tug.
Tim blinks. What…?
An invisible touch runs down his arm, circles his wrist, and gently but insistently tugs him away from the desk, towards his and Kon’s bedroom (their bedroom, both of theirs, now that they’ve finally moved in together for real)—
Oh. It hits him a second later, and he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face in response. He probably looks like a goofy, lovesick fool, but like, in his place, who wouldn’t?
Honestly, if it took him this long to realize that it’s Kon’s TTK, trying to pull him into Kon’s arms as Kon sleeps, he’s so not making any more progress on this case tonight anyway. Still grinning like a besotted idiot, he closes his laptop and peels himself out of his chair. The little tendril wrapped around his wrist pulls at him again, and he huffs out a breathy laugh as he clicks off his desk lamp.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he murmurs. Kon’s still asleep—if he was awake, he would’ve just yoinked Tim straight into bed, with none of this gentle tugging and nudging—but hopefully it’ll still reassure him on some level.
Man, now that he’s actually gotten up, Tim realizes he’s tired. He makes a quick stop at the bathroom, then tosses his pants in the vague direction of the hamper and clambers into bed. The second his knees touch the mattress, the TTK goes from tiny tendrils with gentle tugs to a feeling almost like a giant hand grabbing him around the torso (just as gentle, though). Tim goes limp, grinning again, and lets Kon haul him over and bundle him up in his arms as if Tim’s a big teddy bear.
Kon lets out a big, satisfied sigh, sleepily nuzzling into Tim’s neck. His embrace is loose and relaxed with sleep, but his TTK is still firmly wrapped around Tim, shoulders to hips; it’s kind of like a weighted blanket, but cuddlier.
“Hi, you.” Tim wraps his arms around Kon’s shoulders and presses his lips to Kon’s forehead, still beaming. His chest is full of warm fuzzies, and if he wasn’t so tired, he’d be giddy. Kon loves him. He knows that, of course, but to have Kon’s telekinesis plaintively reach for him from sleep really just hammers it in all over again.
Kon hums something unintelligible and smushes his face into Tim’s collarbone in what might be supposed to be a kiss. Tim grins, melting in contentment. Kon’s boneless and warm against him, and their bed is soft and cozy. He’s ready to drift off.
“G’night, clone boy,” he murmurs, heart full. “Gonna tease you about this tomorrow.”
Kon lets out a soft, breathy mumble against his neck and sighs. Tim strokes his fingers idly over the shaved hair just above the nape of his neck, and finally closes his eyes, smiling.
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Tmnt crossover fic writers I beg thee to include the mutanimals. There is so much opportunity, for instance-
Leatherhead is 8’0 while rise Raph is 6’0
Leather head is humongous, and very strong, he can completely engulf 2012 Donnie’s head in his hand. Do you know what this means?
Leatherhead can give rise Raph piggyback rides and completely engulf him in hugs
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Bobby would make a tiktok to the latest trend while in the hospital without ever acknowledging he’s in the hospital as a way to tell people that he’s indeed in the hospital. Like he’s wearing the hospital gown and hooked up to an IV and stuff, yet captions the video with something about random out of context quote from one of the boys. It’s degrading enough to have to make the calls to Coach and his academic advisor, thus making the alternative format much more appealing. Besides, he knows Don gets a notification whenever he posts a new tiktok and almost always watches them immediately, so it’s the perfect way to relay the information without actually telling his friends.
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Yay, Connie is redeemed! I'm a little sad that she won't be fussing about hats anymore because it was funny, but I am glad she'll stop being mean to the kids for having the audacity to not do hard labour all day.
Speaking of children and hard labour, Henry is determined to put himself into dangerous situations. I think he's upset I don't let him do any of the fighting despite it being what he was genetically engineered to do, so he wanted to head off to the mines instead.
He will not be doing any mining, but I have allowed him to help sweep up dirt around the colony so he feels like he's helping. It also gives him a mood bonus because he has the 'neat' trait, so it's a win-win!
I don't think Henry puts up his mature-for-his-age, gruff, battle-hardened soldier front all the time. I bet he and Andy get up to all sorts of trouble sharing a room together, as young boys are wont to do.
Also, Candlelight made a legendary carving. Good job her! I like to imagine the "plunderer" depicted is Trazyn the Infinite because he's from Warhammer, and Candlelight is from my only Warhammer mod. And, y'know, because Trazyn is awesome. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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