#that it actively physically makes him sick. which is why he is so tired by the end

[randomwriteronline]

"Pohatu!"

Huh.

Lewa sounds... Worried?

Something must have happened. Hopefully it wasn't a Makuta attack. It'd be weird if neither Krika nor Pohatu were there to fight with their siblings - although the Toa have no reason to believe their brother of Stone has any business with the Brotherhood beyond knocking their masks into the bog water with a roundhouse kick, so really there's nothing to worry about. If he mentions he met a Makuta they'll likely assume he simply came across one and was briefly busied with not being pummelled into protodermis hummus against the nearest tree.

He touches down bouncing once, twice, to slow his momentum before he comes too close to that coward's trap; his Le-brother lunges for him to wrap his arms tight around his neck in a nearly suffocating hug.

His own limbs encircle the other's back in a lukewarm embrace, half stunned, half puzzled.

Alright. Something has happened.

The question now is, frustratingly: what, exactly?

"Where have you been?" Onua, for once, is quicker than him and gets to ask first. He sounds almost... distraught.

Pohatu turns to him with the unpleasant feeling of being in the dark about something squirming familiarly around his heartlight: "Swamp?" he replies a little dumbly pointing behind himself. "There aren't that many places to be down here, I met a big bugger-"

"All these years?" Gali continues. She is not talking about the swamp. She is worried, heartbreakingly worried, just as much as her brothers. "What happened to you? Where were you?"

Kopaka says nothing, but he looks at him. His eyes seem guilty.

Pohatu looks back at him in earnest confusion.

"The Codrex," Tahu visibly struggles as he searches for the correct string of words in his choked up throat for a moment, torn between reaching out with his hand and holding back.

The fog clears instantly.

"You weren't in the Codrex," he tries. "You weren't with--"

Pohatu shoves Lewa off of himself with a stiff thoughtless movement: "Ah," he says. "Good."

The other five blank.

Something shifts in the world around them and tilts it all askew, paints the air with a strange imperceptible color that makes their heads light, their footing unstable, their eyes unfocused. Their Stone brother is the same - his silhouette has been changed by the adaptive armor but he looks the same, they recognize him, they know him, right? He is still their sibling, he is still the same, the exact same, in his usual body with his usual gaze and his usual voice, but then why - why does this Toa look nothing like him?

Tahu flinches when his shoulder is grasped.

"Do you remember the energy storm?" Pohatu asks, sounding the exact same and yet completely, impossibly, horribly different.

"What?"

"Do you remember the energy storm?"

"Pohatu, I - you - where, how did you-?"

"The energy storm, do you remember it?"

"You weren't with us, all this time- how did you get to-"

"ANSWER THE QUESTION!"

They recoil.

Pohatu doesn't shout like that. Pohatu doesn't speak like that, quick and far too straight to the point. Pohatu doesn't grind his fingers that hard into what little of a shoulder a piece of armor might expose. Pohatu doesn't stare that harshly. Pohatu isn't that furious.

"The energy storm!" he insists, snarling - Pohatu doesn't snarl - "Do you remember that!"

"Yes," Tahu spits out.

"Good!" and his tendons hurts when they are released.

Pohatu doesn't stand like that. Pohatu doesn't look at his siblings like that - with a growling scowl so sour it almost makes their stomachs twist. Pohatu doesn't look like Takanuva does since a shadow leech bit him, he doesn't look like the Shadow Matoran, he just looks like himself; but Pohatu doesn't act like that.

He gives them all a quick glance, looking for confirmation on their faces beyond the stunned concern. The storm's mention and his cold eyes seem to do the trick as he catches small affirmations.

"Call it a feeling or a hunch or what you will, but something tells me there's going be another one coming down soon," he tells them with that voice that is his own yet doesn't sound like him - to them, at least, because they had yet to hear this facet of it which he's allowed to stew silently with the rest of his bitter fury. "And it'll turn Karda Nui into a nice big open air common grave, if you five keep sitting around this chunk of metal waiting for our little siblings to get fried out of the air like Nui-Rama."

The information takes a moment to sink in.

He watches their eyes widen, understanding dawning within them. They know now as they knew then what an energy storm is, what it means, the destruction it brings.

They begin speaking, they ask him how he knows - he answers harshly, flippantly, relishing in how they wince back as if stung or bitten each time he responds to their kind tones with hisses and growls that are so deeply wrong to their audio receptors - they start planning, and he retains no information whatsoever of whatever Tahu starts prattling about (a strategy, of course, because he is the leader, and a leader makes strategies and plans escapes and runs away when the ship begins sinking) because he sees his foot shift, he sees his hand beckon the rest of them towards him, he sees him make his way toward the inside of the Codrex, and white hot rage bursts out of him in a shout that he can't hear himself.

He can only tell he's shouted because his body is tense as it leanse forward, his lungs are empty, and his disgustingly spineless siblings are shaken and terrified as they turn to him.

He's not letting them escape on their own this time.

"None of you will be doing anything until we get the Matoran out of here!" he roars again. "Especially getting into that thing!"

"It could hold answers - helpful tools," Onua speaks in his warm enveloping tone. A hand reaches out for him, to soothe him, to try and calm him, return him to his normal self--

He's swatted away sharply, so hard that his wrist hurts.

His brother glares venomously: "It doesn't," he decides snapping back at him, "You're just trying to escape again, aren't you?"

"Again?"

"Don't play dumb with me! You said you remembered!"

"But it wasn't--"

"We're doing it my way this time! And you'll better comply or upon the name of the Great Spirit I swear I'll crack that infernal machine open like a Pokawi egg if you try to set a single foot in it!"

"Pohatu!"

He has no idea who is speaking: the voices and masks and colors melt together, his head spins, the heat of his anger turns his thoughts into a tangled mess that starts wrapping tight around his lungs to squeeze every breath of air out of him; so he flies away, diving briefly into the swamp, terribly close to the water, before rising back up along one of the trees, towards the stalactites.

(Somewhere far away a chunk of stalagmite blows up, scaring the wits out of Bitil. As his heartlight flashes madly the Makuta curses the Toa of Stone under his breath.)

Someone calls for him.

He ignores them and continues flying.

He's so furious that he nearly crashes through the branches.

A sense of nausea builds up in his throat like vomit.

The voice reaches him, shouting his name almost right in his audio receptor: his arm is grasped, wrenched up, his body unbalanced and turned upside down. He twists in the air aimlessly for a few seconds before he manages to stabilize himself again and regain his bearings enough to search for whoever jumped him.

Gali floats slightly above him, her eyes disbelieving and hard behind her mask: "What is happening?" she demands to know.

Pohatu glares at her. Then, out of nowhere, his brows unfurrow, his face softens, he breaks into his easygoing smile: "Nothing," he blatantly lies with his playful tone and no intention of masking his rage nor his sarcasm behind it, "Nothing ever happens. Didn't you know that, sister? This afternoon we're going to have a tea party with the Makuta and wait for the energy storm to decide the air is a bit too brisk to come down this week, and then tomorrow we'll all attend a nice Kohlii match the Av-Matoran are setting up with the Piraka as the referees."

"Stop it!" she shouts. His little show unsettles her immensely, and the fact only makes him glad. "What's happening to you?"

He laughs: "Nothing, I told you," and he does a little loop to keep from shattering a fallen stalactite in half, "Nothing ever happens to me! Why would anything happen to me?"

It scares her even more. "I said stop it! You're not like this!"

Oh, he isn't?

He isn't like this?

If she knew. If only she knew.

She would hate him as much as he hates her again.

"What's wrong with you, brother?" she cries. She really does sound like she's going to sob. "What happened to you? What is making you act like this?"

Oh, but didn't she say she remembered?

Didn't they say they remembered?

Liars. Liars. Liars. The bile surges back to cover his eyes, to coat his mouth with its horrid taste. He can barely breathe.

"Nothing!"

"It can't be 'nothing'!"

"I said, it's nothing!"

"Pohatu, please!"

He thinks of driving his hand right through her heartlight.

Gali watches her brother stutter, suddenly frightened by something she cannot see nor hear not imagine, she watches him lose height for only a moment in which he seems to plummet into the bog below: before she can fly down to his rescue he spins up again, twirling away from her. She follows his trajectory until he lands, heavy and tired, on a sturdy enough branch.

He hears her touch down a few steps away from him much more gracefully. Keeping his eyes shut at least spares him from having to look at her.

He is a Toa. He has a code to follow. Even when it's hard.

Even when it would make it all so much simpler.

Even when it would be so deserved.

But he is a Toa.

Not a Bohrok.

Not a Rahkshi.

A Toa.

And he doesn't want to kill.

"Pohatu," she calls again, so gentle, so sweet. Her hand sits on his shoulder, pulls away slightly when he flinches at the contact, lays once more with an even lighter weight. "Brother, I'm begging you. Speak to me. Share what hurts you."

You know exactly what it is, sister.

All of you do, and you pretend otherwise.

You left me. You planned your escape and went through with it.

You left me to do the work of six Toa alone because you were too scared of dying like the Matoran you didn't care for.

It was your plan from the beginning, wasn't it? It must have been. Otherwise it makes no sense. I was never part of your escape either, was I now. Because I was never as good as any of you.

You left me. You left me, and you planned to leave me. You didn't tell me anything. You didn't care if I would have looked for you while I was dying. You didn't care if our little brothers would have called for you. You left us all to die and you planned for it. From the start.

You disgust me. You left me. You left me. You left me.

"I'm worried," he says, because that too is true.

Gali's arms embrace him kindly, pushing his head to lay on her shoulder. He'll let her believe the shiver that courses through him is out of a need for comfort instead of repulsion.

"We'll get them all to safety," she whispers. Her tone is soft, almost lulling him to sleep.

"When?" he asks. He feels so tired. "Is there even enough time?"

"There will be," his sister reassures him as her hand cradles his nape. "I promise they'll all be on their way to Metru Nui before the storm can start forming. We'll make sure of that. Me, our brothers, and you. United, it won't take long."

It wouldn't have taken long back then either, he thinks, but the bite in his thoughts is too weak to voice them. He is so tired. So exhausted from his anger. Gali is so comfortable. So kind.

It's a trick.

It's all a trick.

He has to remember that.

Anger helps him remember that.

His siblings hate him.

It's all a trick.

Just a trick.

The stuttering sound of a pair of rockets approching them has his sister turn slightly. Her grasp on him loosens, and he pries himself away from her hold despite some traitorous speck of his mind begging to be allowed to lean on her. It's a trick, he chastises it as he finally opens his eyes to see who's coming: just another dirty trick.

Lewa touches down almost next to them, jittery and anxious. He looks at Pohatu with a certain fear behind the goggles of his mask.

His brother replies to his frightened gaze with silence.

He and Gali speak - of what, Pohatu can't tell. He's so tired. When at last he forces himself to be mentally present to the conversation, it seems they have reached an agreement.

"I will reassure our brothers, then," she says. "We'll be there to help you before you know it."

"Heartthanks, Watersister," Lewa nods relieved.

They watch her disappear downwards again. So it seems they will be handling the first few evacuations on their own, and then the others will join them.

It's good to see they have a bigger sense of duty than they used to.

Or at least, that his rage scares them more than death.

Fingers grab him before he can lift off, in an unsteady grip: "Pohatu," his brother calls with a trembling voice.

When he turns to finally face him fully, Lewa looks at him no different than he did when he first arrived on the branch: frightened, concerned, jittering. He grasps his forearm with both hands, like he's afraid he'll slip away from him.

"We need to go," Pohatu tells him simply. He is so tired.

"You," his brother begins softly, but it takes him another moment to word his thoughts properly: "You... How... Are you?"

"Tired."

"Are there - offvoices, like the mindkraana, in--"

"I am just tired. Let's go."

He winces hard at the harsh words, but he holds onto him still: "Stonebrother - you were... You weren't with us. In..."

"I wasn't. Let's go."

"Wait - wait, please..."

He sighs. He feels so tired. So tired. Why is he so tired.

"If you weren't... If you..." Lewa struggles. He is deeply worried. For him. "Where... What... Happened, to you? During all this time?"

His legs ache and twitch to kick him off this blasted branch. His body screams at him to knee the Air Toa in the torso hard enough to cave his armor into his lungs.

But the building bitterness hemorrhaging from his every joint after he allowed his tightly compressed rage to blow out of him is eroding his strength the more poisonous it becomes instead of fueling him as it has so diligently done for the past one hundred thousand years, and he is so tired.

"Now isn't the time to talk about this," he snaps.

"But it will be?" his brother insists.

He is so, so, so tired.

"Later." he concedes. "Once all this is done."

"Heartpromise?"

Somehow, he manages to fake a convincing smile: "Heartpromise."

Lewa smiles back at him, heartlight a little lighter.

They lift off together.

#bionicle #pohatu #gali #lewa #onua #tahu #kopaka #random writing #orpiment au #(dancing a merry little dance) pohatu is FUCKING PISSED #i hope the progression of his anger and its intensity through the chapters feels natural #and i hope it comes across that the way he handles it (keeping it hidden and then releasing it explosively) is so strong and unhealthy #that it actively physically makes him sick. which is why he is so tired by the end #in all of this the nuva have no idea what is happening to their brother and are honestly afraid for him #theres so many ways to get mind controlled in the matoran universe - whos to say somebody took hold of pohatu and turned him against them? #they want to help him so very earnestly and hes so stuck in the narrative hes spun where they hate him and he hates them #i am beating the shit out of all of them with hammers

[taurusdaylight]

[3.21pm] let me take care of you

if there was a competition for the worst boyfriend ever, jeno was sure that he’d come in first place.

just yesterday, the both of you went out on a date together. jeno had been busy with his internship lately, but never once did he neglect you and would always try to make time for you. even if it was just one hour lunches or spending the night at your place until he had to leave for work the next day, he made sure to have those little pockets of time with you whenever he could. yesterday was one of those rare days for the both of you to spend dawn to dusk with each other, no pressure of having to leave early.

he was aware of how precious this time that the both of you had was, so he meticulously planned the day with activities that the both of you would enjoy.

jeno thought that everything went great, until he went to look for you at home today after getting an unexpected half day off at work because why were you wearing his hoodie when it was thirty-one degrees celsius out, looking like you haven’t slept for the past three days? it was evident that you’d been sick for a while, and jeno felt like such an idiot for not realising even though he spent the whole of yesterday with you.

he recalled the small exchange that took place in his car when he dropped you home last night. you were completely knocked out in the passenger seat, and jeno looked at you with affectionate eyes before he could bring himself to wake you up.

“hey,” jeno called out softly, gently tapping on your shoulder, “we’re here.”

you made a sound of acknowledgement, which earned a chuckle from jeno because it didn’t seem like you were planning on getting out of his car.

“are you feeling alright? you seem so tired today,” jeno remarked.

“y-yeah,” you replied. “it’s just, we did so much.”

since it was true, jeno simply left it at that. which, in retrospect, he shouldn’t have. he started to connect the dots and understood why you refused to share food with him, and tried to minimise physical contact with him.   

to be honest, you’ve been feeling unwell since the start of the week. it was easy to hide it from jeno since you didn’t get to see him often. like him, you knew how a day like that wouldn’t come by again so soon. you couldn’t bear to cancel on him, not when he texted you the night before to tell you how excited he was to go on a proper date with you after so long.

regardless of how terrible you felt, you still decided to proceed on the date with jeno and hoped that he wouldn’t notice. you almost couldn’t get out of bed, and you took longer than usual to get ready. your sickly complexion would have been a dead giveaway if not for the little fix of make-up. throughout the day, you were fighting the urge to not fall asleep at random spots because the medicine that you took had a side effect of drowsiness. whenever you needed to cough or sneeze, you would do it when jeno wasn’t looking, or go to the restroom, away from his sight. 

jeno’s heart shattered the moment he saw you today, he couldn’t help but blame himself. if you hadn’t gone out with him, you would have recovered by now. who knows? your condition might have worsened because you didn’t get to rest yesterday. jeno felt sorry and wished he could turn back time. 

“why didn’t you tell me anything?” jeno’s voice broke. he immediately rushed over from the doorway to the living room when he watched you struggle to make your way to where he was. he held you close in his arms, hands roaming from your forehead to your neck as he said, “baby, you’re burning up.”

you could barely answer jeno except utter an apology to him. he seemingly paid no mind to it and brought you to the couch. he left your side for a while, but soon came back with a bucket of water and towel, preparing to sponge your body. 

maybe it was because you were comforted by jeno’s presence, but you didn’t feel as horrible as you did when you woke up this morning. though, you were still apologetic towards him, so you said again in a tiny whisper, “i’m sorry.”

jeno’s movements stopped, finally making eye contact with you ever since he sat down on the couch. he couldn’t find it in him to be angry with you when his priority was for you to get better. still, he wished he didn’t have to discover that you were sick this way. 

“don’t ever hide such things from me again,” jeno sighed, “i feel bad that i didn’t know anything while you were probably suffering. i should have noticed yesterday.”

“no,” you protested, “it’s not your fault. i just didn’t want you to worry…” 

a scoff escaped jeno’s lips. “you’re my girlfriend. of course i’m going to worry about you. what kind of boyfriend am i if i didn’t?”

you didn’t know what else to say because jeno had a point. the only thing you could think of was to say sorry again, but jeno seemed to have read your mind because he took the momentary silence as a cue to continue, “i’m not angry and i’m not trying to start a fight with you, so stop saying sorry to me. just… let me take care of you, okay?”

at a time like this, you wondered how jeno was still so thoughtful that he could put you before himself, even though you clearly did something that should have made him upset, rightfully so. 

you stretched out a hand to intertwine jeno’s fingers with yours, “thanks jen, i wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

jeno’s lips crinkled into a wide smile, “don’t worry your pretty little head over such things, you’re never getting rid of me.”

#jeno timestamps #jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #jeno fluff #jeno x reader #nct timestamps #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct #nct dream #nct jeno #lee jeno #jeno

[alienpossession]

So I recently connected with some other authors here and read some alien-based stories that inspired me. This is a one-off from a series called Check-Up by @fullfriendnerdpurse hopefully I do your series justice

Check Up: Eric

A young and nerdy scientist worked on side by side to let powerful men around his own proximity and even the whole world fell victim to the control of a crash-landed small batch of extraterrestrial civilization. His lustful desire to the idea of having the apex of human civilization succumbed to the control of him and his invader buddies blinded him. He's sick and tired with the way society treated him and constantly paid attention to the type of men that pushed people around with their powerful influencer or their good looks and muscle. One of them is named Eric

The alien shoved into him clearly enjoyed the otherworldly senses it instantly felt upon controlling Eric's muscle tank body. The testosterone that coursed through his physical system, the complexity of his muscle and organ that far exceeded the complexity of the slimy being, the way his whole body emitted this powerful aroma and pheromone, the alien just knows it acquired a very fine specimen in human standard

A gym junkie with a day job as premium real estate agent, Eric is also a fine stepping stones to access an even richer and more douchebag section of the society. He's been proven useful as he managed to work alongside the nerd to acquire more bodies for the alien as he lured in the interested property buyer into the property where the nerd already waited with a scoop of slimy alien ready to be shoved up into these rich people's orifices

The alien inside Eric also love to tap into Eric's hidden submissiveness. While the real Eric might not be too keen to tap into his more vulnerable side, the alien love to exploit it because Eric's body just responded to it very well with the hardening cock that leaked pre which the alien always enjoyed to experience. So sometimes, after a day where he helped the nerd acquire another bodies, the alien would make Eric said things like

"Look at you buff dumb bull. After fucking up your own marriage to serve small puddle of slime, now you fucked up another family! Because of you, the 27th richest man in America and his 31 years old son controlled by alien now and you are fucking hard because of it! You stupid little slut, a body so big but there's nothing inside of it,"

The alien also remain amazed with its vessel's physique even after months living as him. Either through his social media activity that the nerd watched or when they have video call, it is one of the vessel that is having the most fun utilizing its vessel as it makes Eric more on the playful side rather than arrogant.

During his latest check-up after the video call from the previous week, he welcomed the nerd while doing workout in his garage. He's shirtless and only using a pretty colorful socks (something the alien also love to add to Eric's monochromatic attire set) paired with a tight compression that hid nothing to the imagination.

After doing some more rep of his workout while updating the nerd with info about his activity for the past 1 month, they walked in and the nerd then watched him cleaned up after himself for the check up. He skipped showering for most of the time unless he really need to such as meeting prospective buyer, so the idea of clean up is simply him changing clothes.

Being the playful slime that it is, it started teasing the nerdy scientist as Eric suddenly started jiggling his own ass in the tight short shorts and folded himself to present his ass to the nerd with its vial

"Please, it's been a while. I'll shoot my load if you just pressed that tip in, nerd. Just do it,"

The nerd just smirked, the perks of being the number one ally for a cooperative alien civilization really becomes the number one reason why he's constantly in search for more vessel to acquire, and with the way that the slime multiplies, it seems like there's no stopping soon

#alien possession #male possession #alien expansion #check up

[maxphilippa]

AYO! NEW CONTENT FOR THE GKGG AU?!

Also shotout to @burgycreeper405-blog cause she helped a lot on Trophy's looks/design and generally helped a lot in developing this AU you're very cool compadre :]♡

YES!!! AND IT'S WITH THIS GROUP OF QUEERS!!

lets start with the basics + what changes with them here!

Trophy: Okay.

Trophy takes the role of Tissues that is, but he's somewhat similar to canon again. Back then he was a jock who was confident on himself but had his heart on the right place. He was admired and well-respected by others for how strong he was and how charming he acted as well, generally being considered a light amongst objects.

So... what went wrong? He was settled, everything was going okay and he was happy.

At one point of his life, the condition came to him. He probably always had it, but it was only at that moment where it "woke up" in a way. He started feeling constantly dizzy and tired, which led him to not be able to work out as much as he used to, constantly started fainting and was unable to do much physical activities, and due to the stress of this, and him not being able to understand what's wrong with him, he cut off ties with everyone that knew him and just... kind of disappeared of everyone's minds.

He felt like he was messing things up and that he wasn't helpful at all, and saw him as an failure. Just because of his condition. He went to many doctors to check what was going on but no one really knew either and they are still figuring things out to help him.

When he arrived to the show, he was absolutely demolished. He was known back then so like. Showing your face to the public after years of being gone was definitely something that shattered his confidence, since he wasn't the same bright and golden loving jock everyone adored, but... just a sad, sick man who can barely even exist without coughing every second or so. He's shy and delicate, and didn't want to stay on the show for too long anyway.

He does feel guilty over infecting Cobs with his condition since it has ruined his own life so like. He didn't want to ruin the life of someone else with it.

So he tends to hide from others. After he arrived to Hotel Origami properly, Paper started to look after him and Trophy started taking his medicine again. He's slowly getting better, the condition still unbearable, but there's some progress on the methods to help him out. He tries to be more social with people and that certainly did help.

Tissues:

Tissues wants to be a magician here. The only thing is that his magic tricks end up being dangerous/harmful for others.

He gets consumed too easily by his desire to be a great magician and make his shows, and meanwhile he has a lot of potential, he needs someone to put his feet at the ground and make him realize that MAYBE a REAL cannon isn't the greatest idea.

At the begin of S2, he acted like a somewhat sly and confident bastard, on a good way, always wanting to impress Fan with his magic tricks since nothing seemed to amaze him, and the knee slap remains since he's a bit of a jokester as well! Uses comedy and magic! But a lot more of magic.

Since Tissues wasn't exactly conscious/aware of the fact that his tricks were hurting/could hurt people, but he was pretty good with the jokes though, he kind of forgot that he had to keep his audience alive.

He almost killed Fan with a small trick and that led Fan to yell at him and say "SEE?! THIS IS WHY YOU WILL NEVER HAVE AN AUDIENCE! YOU'RE HURTING PEOPLE! TALK ABOUT BEING A MONSTER WHEN YOU DIDN'T LOOK AT YOURSELF YET! ... go away. I don't want you near right now. Please."

So that led Tissues to being self conscious and feeling like he was only capable of hurting people. So his cockyness went down and he was somewhat sad, hopeless even, as he felt like some type of awful monster thanks to what Fan said. And magic was the thing he truly adored and was good at, but needed to work on a lot more. But what was the point of doing something that brought distress to others?

He knew he was going to get eliminated anyway and he simply cooled down a lot. He felt like a failure. He thought he found something that he could actually do and enjoy, but maybe he was just... broken. Maybe he had to make commercials again and forget about his dreams. So many years passed, wanting to be recognized by others. And he did now, but not in the way he wanted to be.

Perhaps he deserves to live in the shadows...

But he managed to work those things out in the end (will later on post a drawing + text of it!)

After he arrived to Hotel Origami and properly settled down, he began to rework his tricks and jokes, so his method of doing shows is somewhat like stand up comedy but he tells a story of his life/a joke meanwhile he does the trick itself.

He's charming and sweet, always listening to suggestions and is generally a pretty kind guy. A lot of people come to see his shows even AT the island.

And... Trophy goes to support him too.

And Cheesy, too. Even though Cheesy is there to mock him, he never misses one show.

Tissues swears he heard Cheesy going "wow" once.

Cheesy:

Cheesy is a fun case so to speak (not really). Years ago he was a pretty loving and sweet guy, and wanted to help everyone in anyway that he could. However, this made him an easy target for others, since he was naive.

He didn't have an easy life to put it shortly. He wanted to be happy the way he was, but could never really be since everyone made him a target for jokes. So Cheesy decided that if he can't make them love him, he's gotta adapt to them and make them fear him. But how? He was a lil' guy and not very... you know, intimidating.

But he was completely done at one point. Completely frustrated with life that is. He felt ashamed and completely shut down the kind persona he once was. Started to put his anger on working out, training and that. Relies on some unhealthy habits such as smoking too for stress.

He got into numerous fights and that roughed him up a bit. He's always alert and doesn't want anyone to look at him with pity. Cheesy's pretty strong too, being able to kick Trophy without much stress as well.

Even other jocks fear him too.

He's constantly focused on being the best and being respected in a way, sure, he's not loved, but people definitely fear him.

However... he does feel pretty lonely at times. He does want a friend. But Cheesy doesn't know how to have or make friends in a good way. Heck! Even the other jocks he befriended were still assholes to him! So you can imagine how awkward it is for him.

Test Tube was... someone that he actually wanted to befriend. But she was not interesed on the slightest, which is fair, she has never been the type to *do friendships in the middle of the show*, but that still felt unfair for Cheesy. But perhaps it was also for the fact that Test Tube was actually just... chill with him as she said "sorry, mate, i'm not really interesed, good luck tho".

And when he found out about the Hello Kitty doll... well. He did what others did to him.

If they don't want to be your friend, force them.

But the difference is that he was... actually not that shocked with being kicked out. Just angry with himself in a way and got that out on Box.

So that results in him being kicked out by Test Tube herself.

Once he settles down in Hotel Origami, his life does take a whole ass spin.

He's still a jock but. He found himself caring for Trophy and his condition slowly, even if he tosses the subject away and says that he's just frustrated because he can't sleep well at night thanks to his roomate. He acts kind of like a dick, and is almost always alone, since no one really hangs out with him out of fear or frustration. Paper and him do argue a lot in the beggining since Cheesy is careless.

But... as time passes by, and the closer he starts getting to Trophy and Tissues, the softer he gets. And he *fucking hates it*, he doesn't want to go back to who he was, everyone will make fun of him again, he thinks. He's always there with/for them, mocking them, but still there. He doesn't have to be. But he adapted the mentality of "I'm the only one who can make fun of these two idiots", since he gets protective with them as well.

He starts to become more chill as time passes by, his relationship with Tissues and Trophy still being uncertain, but they did "turn him into the softest bitch he knows".

He started to hang out calmly with the other residents. Actually made some... connections not based on fear but genuine enjoyment. His relationship with Paper got better as he helps with the Hotel. Started getting the help he needed.

Instead of photography, his hobby would be painting landscapes and or animals based on photos he takes.

And even other objects sometimes but... He's too ashamed to admit that golden and teal are colors that he uses too much.

He sucks at jokes but he's great at pick up lines.

Have extra art of these three:

not too fond of gay people /j

#inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity 2 #inanimate insanity invitational #ii 2 #ii 3 #inanimate insanity au #ii au #ii gkgg au #inanimate insanity trophy #inanimate insanity tissues #inanimate insanity cheesy #ii trophy #ii tissues #ii cheesy #cheesy ii #trophy ii #tissues ii #ii limegold jokes #<< it's heavily implied + basically canon! #ii paper #ii test tube #ii fan #max explains the ii gkgg au

[bonky-n-steeb]

bucky barnes as your boyfriend

Bucky’s most favourite thing to do with you is basic domestic stuff that others take for granted — buying grocery, shopping furniture, baking cookies and such.

He loves the little banters you have over which sauce tastes better and which chair is more comfortable. He can’t get enough of the way your face scrunches up as you try to explain to him why your choice is better than his.

“Okay fine. Your choice is better than mine.” He grumbles despite knowing this is true. “I mean you did choose me.” His smirk is evident at his own little joke as you playfully slap him on his arm, shaking your head.

Bucky loves assisting you in mundane activities though you absolutely hate it. Because more often than not, he ends up messing stuff in the cutest way possible than actually helping you.

Like when you had decided to make chilli and Bucky clumsily touched his cheeks while cutting the peppers and you had to apply cream to his face. You both had laughed until your stomachs hurt as he nearly looked like a snowman.

Bucky lives for this stupidity though, and so do you. Bucky once lived a life of precision and discipline and he had hated every second of it. But now when he fools around with you, he cherishes those memories and keeps them close to his heart.

Bucky’s favourite dialogue probably is “I told you so.” Because in this relationship, he isn’t the only silly goof, you’re just as silly as him, if not more.

You love doing your stuff by yourself and when Bucky insists on helping, you outright refuse him. So Bucky waits until you finally give up and ask for help.

All the times that you insisted on shifting the furniture by yourself or carrying your own bags but then got tired and finally asked Bucky. He loves how independent you are, but a part of him preens when you ask for help from him.

If he hates something, it’s how you undermine and overwork yourself. Somedays you’re stubborn on completing your work despite being tired and you don’t listen to Bucky when it comes to work.

But what comes after is Bucky’s favourite part where he tries his best to relax you. He loves long soothing baths with you where he leisurely washed your hair and massages your back.

Seeing you relaxed and sated makes him happy too because Bucky loves nurturing. He spent a part of his life being a weapon, but he considers this a second chance, so he loves when he’s able to provide care.

Bucky definitely has a whole garden of little plants that he religiously looks after. The bonus point is, alpine loves to rest amidst the cool plants and you can’t stop taking cute photos to show Bucky.

Bucky may be one of the most feared assassin, but he’s a silly little fool when it comes to you. He doesn’t like showing you his injuries from missions, but one “let me take a look.” from you is enough for him to show you the wound.

Most of the conversation go like this, “I’ll bandage that up for you.” He shakes his head like an adamant child. “It’s nothing.” You sigh at his antiques. “You’re bleeding for godssake. Let me do my work!”

Thought he pretends to not like it, he secretly loves it when you gently clean his wounds and apply bandage. The way you take care of him not only makes him feel loved, but also nearly brings tears to his eyes.

But the same applies to you too. He takes utmost care of you, refusing to even leave your side whenever you’re sick. You insist that you’re fine and take care of yourself, but he knows better.

He often prepares a special soup whenever you’re down, whose recipe he doesn’t share with you and instead tells you it’s his ancestral recipe, but you know it’s from a YouTube channel but he won’t tell you which one.

Bucky’s a sucker for physical touch. May it be holding hands while walking down the street, or keeping a hand on your waist as you eat, or dancing to cute songs playing on your phone, or laying your head on his chest as you sleep, he craves it all.

For Bucky, the most precious thing in the house (of course after you) is a ring which is kept safely in the drawer next to his bed. You both share a closet, and so it was no use keeping there, but he knows you feel like the small drawer is a sacred thing for him and rarely touch it.

He still remembers the time he realised he loved you. A cheesy movie was playing on the TV which you were supposed to watch, but as you fell asleep on his chest, wearing his hoodie, a sudden life changing realisation struck him. He was in love with you.

And ever since then, he right away knew that if he was ever going to marry someone, it was you. He had planned everything about how he was going to propose you, date, time, place, everything was set and he just knew it was going to be magical when it happened. And he knew it was going to be soon, real soon.

For Bucky, the four walls you live within isn’t his home. For him, home is where you lovingly hug him when he comes back from his missions. Home is where the delicious aroma of his favourite cookies wafts through the house as you prepare them for him. For Bucky, you are his home.

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this is utterly self indulgent and written in like one night? also it’s my first time writing like this, so pls be kind.

If you liked this, pls comment and reblog as it motivates me!! hope you have a good day!

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[miruxxunn]

Speaking of favorite ocs...

I've shown you my top three already and these were ocs that have been my favorites for a long time now but recently i've been kind of obsessed with these two:

(From left to right), This is Malachi and Nila! These two are the characters i can't stop talking about for some time now lol

Small introduction:

Nila is the god of dreams, she is able to put someone to sleep and manipulate their dreams. She's unable to see very during the day, but sees better than anybody else at night. Nila also has "healing" powers but they work kind of like a painkiller.

Malachi is a boy in a small village. He is very very sick and weak and that's why it was forbidden for him to leave his hut.

LOREEEEE!!!!!!!:

Their story begins a long time ago, when Nila was still a child. She didn't like how the people from the nearest village treated her. Everyone idolized and worshiped her, even though she hadn't really done anything that amazing.

Nila stopped going to the village for a while, but one day she went there again, but this time at night, when everyone was asleep. Then she met a boy who didn't sleep like the rest of the people. He looked at the night sky, which was very clear that night. Nila sat down next to him and curiously asked him why he wasn't sleeping since he looked really tired and sick. Malachi then explained that this was his only chance to go outside and at least look at the sky. Due to his illness, he was too weak to perform any physical activity without risking his life, but he did not want to spend his entire life in one place. He wanted to explore the world, do something memorable, and maybe start a family one day, but he would probably never do any of those things. Malachi also added that he envied her for being a god who could do anything she wanted and was adored by everyone. She had already done everything Malachi had ever wanted in his life.

Nila replied that she didn't want any of that. she would like to be nobody important and stay in one comfortable place all the time. But she understood him. They both understood each other, although their points of view were completely different.

They decided to become friends and help each other. Malachi helped Nila do something about the people who treated her in a way that made her feel uncomfortable and that instead of being their "almighty god", she would rather be the caretaker of everyone. Nila, on the other hand, helped Malachi in such a way that he would enjoy life while he could, rather than sitting at home and just counting the days and hours until his death. she took him with her wherever she could, she introduced him to everyone because he wanted to be known, wherever Malachi wanted to be, Nila took him there. both of them turned their lives from the most miserable as possible to so good that they both wanted to live.

Sadly Malachi's illness got so bad he eventually passed away at a still young age (around 16-17). Before he died, Malachi asked Nila to never stop smiling because it made everyone else smile too. She did so… and Malachi died happy.

After his death, she started spending more time with people and helping them as much as she could. She wants to make their dreams come true, just as she wanted to make Malachi's dreams come true. And most importantly, Malachi was never forgotten after all these years

because Nila still remembers him.

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[fanfic-scribbles]

Dinner Date Chapter 29

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Overall Story Facts:

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Story Summary: Steve Rogers has a girlfriend. A prickly, generally asocial girlfriend, but they make it work. They have more in common than some people might think.

Quick Facts: Romance – Steve Rogers/Reader – Female Reader

Story Warnings: Reader-insert that verges on OFC, written in 1st person past tense

Chapter 29: Cold and Dark

Chapter Summary: Winter is stupid.

Chapter Word Count: 2166

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Work was stupid. People were stupid. Wind was stupid. Snow was stupid. The sun going down before dinner was stupid.

Everything was stupid.

I looked around my cold apartment, lit only by the front light I bothered to turn on, and went over my priorities for the rest of the night. Those being: dinner, and bed. Dinner was also stupid. I could go out and get food. I could order food. I could try and scavenge through what I had. But I thought of how much work it was just to figure out dinner, and how tired I was, and decided, fuck it, fuck dinner, I was going to bed. Never mind it wasn’t even seven yet. I was an adult and it was Friday so who cared if I fucked up my sleep schedule a little. Steve was off at some super-secret training thing, (“It’s basically a work seminar, I don’t know why Fury has to be so dramatic about everything,” Steve had opined a week ago, with nary a glimmer of self-recognition), so I had no reason to stay up, and if I slept then I wouldn’t be hungry, and saving myself a few calories was probably a good thing, right?

My stomach grumbled but I ignored it and trudged to my room. Also, if I went to bed I could just curl up under the covers and save some money on heating, which was also good. Saving money, saving calories, saving energy. Good fucking job.

I briefly considered warming up first with a shower and washing away the week, but it too ended up seeming like way more work than I wanted. Instead, I dressed for bed and slid under cold sheets to distract me from getting even more negative and grouchy than I already was. When I did eventually warm up I didn’t really sleep, but I did get to doze a little. Enough that I had a dream of Steve coming home, walking into my apartment like he belonged there (which made me smile), kneeling next to my bed, putting his cold hand on my face–

I blinked open my eyes, because that felt– real. Wait. This was real. “Steve?” I asked and took his hand in both of mine to try and warm it up. I tried to lift my head but I felt groggy still, so I let it fall back on the pillow as I woke up fully. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d surprise you,” he said and flicked on the bedside lamp so I could better see his worried frown. Or maybe so he could better see me, though he was definitely getting the bad end of that deal. “Are you sick?”

“No.” I sighed, and then immediately broke into a yawn. “It’s just…cold. And I’m gross. And kind of miserable.” I considered moving. “Give me a second and I’ll get up.”

“You don’t have to,” he said and kissed my cheek.

“Are you gonna crawl in too?” I asked hopefully. I was not up for anything resembling physical activity, but I was totally down to cling to Steve like a limpet and suck up all his heat.

“In a minute. I’m going to take care of a few things first,” he said and stood. “Did you have dinner yet?”

“It’s too much work,” I said and curled up again. “I’m fine without it.”

He stayed there for a moment. “You aren’t going to eat at all?”

“It’s one meal. It won’t kill me,” I said. My stomach grumbled and I pinched it. Traitor.

He hesitated longer but before I could reassure him that I was fine, I was fully stacked for the winter (as if he could forget), he said, “Okay. I’ll be right back,” and left.

While he was out in the living room doing who-knew-what, I flipped on the other bedside lamp and scooted over to try and warm his spot a little bit so he wouldn’t have the shock of discomfort that was cold sheets. Because I was the best girlfriend ever.

Steve came back in just his pants and tank top, carrying a couple of drinks and a…tray? A tray that was covered with the miscellaneous snacks I’d had floating around in my cupboard and fridge, apparently. Steve set it down next to me as he slipped off his jeans to change into his sweats, and I lifted the paper towels to see what he had used for this impromptu snack party. “Oh shit; I was wondering where my baking sheet went,” I said and picked up the tray to hold it steady as he slipped under the covers. “I can make cookies again.”

That felt like a stupid thing to say, considering I couldn’t even do the minimal work of ordering a dinner for someone else to cook, but Steve smiled at me and I forgot to be mad at myself. “I’m glad you came to see me,” I said and leaned over to give and receive a kiss. “I’m sorry it’s not a nice homecoming.”

“I think it’s great. I ordered some food for us, but right now, sitting in bed with snacks sounds like the best thing in the world,” he said, took the tray onto his lap, and handed me one of the bottles he’d carried in. He gave me his best pleading eyes and added, “Will you share with me?”

I held my stomach tighter. Mostly-unbroken chips, a fancy trail mix I’d bought on a whim, some budget cookies I was too cheap to throw out– he’d even pulled together some crackers, torn up some leftover lunchmeat, and added some cheese for a poor man’s charcuterie. “I’m sorry you had to do all this work when you just got home,” I said as I took one of the cookies.

“I’m the one mooching off your apartment and food,” he said, snagging a couple pieces of cheese.

“I’m glad you are though. I’m always happy to have you here.” I pressed my forehead to his shoulder. “But you put the snacks together, ordered dinner…” And all I had done was crawl into bed.

“I had a good idea for dinner. You know I don’t mind,” he said, briefly pressing his head to mine as he took a cracker and stacked it with some meat and cheese. “I know dinner is a lot to think of sometimes, but you still need to eat.”

“Eh.”

“Hey.” He gently bonked his head to mine, almost making me drop the cracker and cheese I had just grabbed. “No skipping meals.”

“I didn’t want to,” I said. “But it’s not like it’d kill me. I’m not doing a whole lot that needs the calories.”

“Existing requires calories,” Steve said, like he was sharing an implacable truth.

Well…he kinda was. “Existing is stupid,” I said as a I munched and snuggled into him. After a moment, though, I reconsidered my words, and quickly swallowed my bite. “That came out sounding worse than I actually meant it.”

“Yeah, I got the meaning by your grumbling,” he chuckled and kissed my head. “Winter’s really getting to you, huh?”

“It’s stupid. And cold. And dark. And stupid.” I sighed as he rubbed my back. “And I’m going to miss it when summer is hot and bright and stupid. Seasons are terrible.”

“They’ve got their downsides,” Steve said. “But right now, winter is for warm blankets, and eating food. So we’ve got the right idea.”

“If you say so.” I kept sliding down though, until I was laying only slightly propped, and able to semi-burrow into his side. He slipped me another cracker, and I ate it. “I do like this,” I admitted and pushed my head closer into him. Laying down, resting my eyes and snacking with Steve felt…cozy. “How was your super-secret seminar?”

He sighed so dramatically, and then, without any further prompting, proceeded to tell me as much as he could, considering that the super-secret seminar was actually a super-secret mission, (“oops,” as Natasha had said), and he ended up being a decoy so Natasha and ‘someone else’ could do the real work–

He only stopped complaining to go get the food when it arrived, and though I would have been content to just eat crackers and listen to him bitch, I managed to pull myself up and eagerly take my container when he handed it to me. The tray was nearly empty at that point so it was easy enough for him to brush the crumbs aside so he could use it as a makeshift lap table for his multiple containers, and then he was right back to telling me how bad it was to have to mingle with rich people who were maybe doing something evil, how boring it all was (the number one sin when it came to Steve Rogers, if you listened close enough), and how at one point he’d dared Clint to attempt a trick shot off a fire alarm with a rubber band and a tartlet, but they’d gotten caught and yelled at about it.

“How was the food?” I asked, even as I shut the lid on my empty container.

“It was fine,” he said and flashed a smile at me. “Nothing like here.”

I snorted. “Yeah, I bet socialites have nothing on my store-brand crackers and cheese squares.”

“Well, they certainly don’t have anything on the company,” he said and pulled me in with one arm for a brief hug. Then he stuck the trash from dinner in the plastic delivery bag and picked up the tray. “I’ll be right back,” he promised and left.

I should have felt bad for making him clean up, but in actuality I felt better, even if truly tired for real now, and I dusted and picked up any stray crumbs before he returned. I lifted the blanket for him to get in, and finally, finally, I was able to attach myself to him like a strong current was threatening to wash me away.

“I’m glad you came home safe,” I said. However, one thing poked at the back of my brain still. A question I was too afraid to ask because of the potential for embarrassment. And yet, it would not leave, so I sighed, hid my face in the space between him and the pillow, and asked, “Did I leave the door unlocked again?”

He froze. “…No.”

I perked up, because my embarrassment potential was officially gone. “Did you break in?” I didn’t know whether I should laugh or be mad. I was…definitely leaning more towards the first, in all honesty.

He turned pink. Deep pink. “Natasha’s been teaching me a few tricks,” he mumbled. “I tried it on my place first. I swear I didn’t break anything.” He shrugged one shoulder and added, with a little half-smile, “Well…not literally, in any case.”

I stared at him a little longer, still torn between offense and hilarity. Then I reached back, snagged my phone, and opened up my texts with Natasha.

Me: YOU ARE A BAD INFLUENCE

I expected the next message to ask me for clarification, if only because ‘which thing’ would be very Natasha. However, clairvoyancy was also, somehow, very Natasha.

Natasha: I’m putting ‘corrupting Captain America’ onto my résumé Natasha: Not because I can sell it, but because I find it funny

Well. She had a point. And I, actually, had a way to circumvent that issue.

Me: Well from now on he can only use that party trick on people who aren’t me Natasha: Spoilsport

I sent back a bunch of kissy-face emojis and hopped out of bed before Steve could ask about our conversation. He did protest for a moment but I went to my key dish, grabbed the spare, and zoomed right back into bed.

“Here,” I said and gave him the key, quashing down the butterflies in my stomach. “I probably should have given you this a while ago. Also don’t lose it because if I lose mine I’ll need it back.”

“You make this so romantic,” he chuckled, but he gripped the key firmly in his hand.

I rolled my eyes, but I leaned over him, supporting myself partially with a hand on his chest, and kissed him gently; then I brushed my nose across his, once, and then again for good measure. “You’re always welcome here,” I said. I watched him turn soft and asked, “How was that?”

“Pretty damn good,” he said, set the key aside, and flicked off the last remaining light before he pulled me in closer. I snuggled in to rest my head against his chest, (maybe my actual favorite pillow), and let out a sigh as my body relaxed without me even having to try.

“Maybe winter isn’t as stupid as I thought,” I admitted as the dark settled around us.

“Only a little stupid?” Steve said.

“Only a little stupid,” I agreed, and fell asleep where the cold no longer touched me.

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#steve rogers x reader #captain america fanfic #avengers fanfic #captain america reader insert #avengers reader insert #dinner date #fluff #comfort

[transsexualhamlet]

4 and 8 for the character section of the fandom ask game for Mairon :)

hiiiii!

fandom ask game

4- NOTP for character

I am pretty open to anything when it comes to people's ideas about who's fucking Mairon because let's be honest, he really and truly does get around. However those bonkers Amazon Rings of Power watchers who think Sauron and Galadriel are getting jiggy with it are where I draw the goddamn line. It's blatantly out of character, our lord and saviour has never been able to maintain eye contact with a woman (but in all seriousness i dont care do what you want)

8- A headcanon I have about this character

I'm not going to lie I've gotten so in my head about this man that some things I had fully convinced myself were canon I realized I had just utterly made up in my head. I must admit I was so obsessed with the image of Mairon bestowing the crown that would lead the both of them eventually into ruin to his master I had utterly forgotten Mairon did not forge the Iron Crown and that in the Silm it is credited to Melkor himself. My solution to this was that Mairon did forge the crown itself, but credits it to Melkor because Melkor insisted on setting the gems (both because they would have burned Mairon and because he was very weird about them). I just think that after 3000 years of holding down the fort waiting for Melkor to come back Mairon had a lot of time to get Neurotic and very obsessed with Doing This Thing For Melkor, especially with the added stress of Ungoliant's wounds on him.

Another thing I think about is that, although there is something very satisfying about walking around seductively covered in jewelry and showing the whole world that you have those in power in your pockets, Mairon sort of grows to hate it. Like, really, really bad. He reinvents himself completely in the second age, and that pretty twink anglerfish lure he makes himself is fun, because at the beginning of the second age everything is still fun- even though he lost Melkor, in some ways he still thinks he can get him back, and that this is just playing the long game, which he is proven well in (see first paragraph). But as time goes on it starts to grate. He enjoys looking pretty and talking pretty. But he misses running around naked in the woods with the wolves and ripping people's throats out, which the further he gets into this con he realizes he's never going to get back (single tear rolls down face, I know, so sad) This is something sort of under the surface with Celebrimbor because in some ways he is actually being genuine in his desire with the elves to put things back the way they used to be. But when he has to stick on that face again in Numenor, he is already tired. He doesn't like Pharazon, he doesn't like Numenor, he doesn't like anything about the world anymore, really, and he's very sick of pretending otherwise. I believe this must eventually have been quite evident to those who witnessed his whole Death Cult Phase.

I think this is why he utterly gave that up in the third age, it is not that he physically lost the ability to 'appear fair' as if it was some injury or accidental loss of power, it is moreso a metaphor- that he actively could not bring himself to drag himself together ever again. It was moreso damage that Eru's action did to his spiritual state of being, and I think unintentionally on Eru's part (I think Eru is always more confused with Mairon than anything else). He simply did not wish to desire love anymore, only fear. The desire to be loved was removed into the Ring.

#rowan gets yelled at #ask game

[just-a-creep-babe]

How sadistic is each proxy? On a scale of 1-10 and what kind of targets do they like getting?

Oooh!!! This was so much fun to write about!!!! 

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

Masterlist: x

Masky

Hmm, I wouldn’t say he’s actively sadistic, but he’s certainly no saint

For the most part, he views his work as just that; a job he needs to get done

On a scale of 1-10, he’s around a 6

He’s honestly too tired to bother relishing in his victims’ agony 

If hurting them means he needs to put more effort in, he won’t bother

~But~ he does enjoy taking his anger out on them

So overall, he doesn’t hurt his victims for sadistic enjoyment, but more so as a means to release his pent-up frustrations 

Which is why his favorite targets are definitely the ones who fight back

He doesn’t enjoy chasing them—he likes the ones that are slow, and he loves the stronger, feistier ones too

There’s nothing better than repeatedly beating someone down until they’re nice & broken beneath his fists :)

The sturdier they are, the better, because he doesn’t have to worry about killing them if he’s only trying to knock them out :))

If he gets too into it, Hoodie has to interfere because he does tend to lose himself in his rage

Though it’s not as fun for him, his victims are way better off obeying his orders—for their own sake :”)

Hoodie

More sadistic than Masky, but follows a similar line of reasoning

As in, at the end of the day, his job‘s just work he has to get through

He’s probably roughly an 8 on the scale

Because he can’t deny the way he savors hurting his victims; watching the fear in their eyes, the way they tremble at the sight of him—it’s borderline intoxicating

It makes him feel so, so wonderfully powerful

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but he especially enjoys cunning victims

Loves cat-and-mouse games—psychological torture is definitely ones of his faves

His favorite part is when he’s finally cornered his target, and they know they‘re screwed, and he gets to enjoy the horror & realization dawn in their eyes

He also enjoys physically hurting them as well

And when he makes them cry? It’s *chef’s kiss*

But it’s really only special when he sees his victim as an equal—a worthy opponent, if you will

Otherwise, they’re just some random person, and he won’t bother putting the extra effort in

His targets better pray he doesn’t find an interest in them

Ticci Toby

As per usual, he’s the wild card

Depending on the day, he can be between a 2 or a full-on 10

On most days, he’s pretty indifferent, so more often than not, he tends to be a 5

But if he’s feeling generous, or if he recognizes a softness, a vulnerability in his victim, it’ll pain him to hurt them

It’s especially bad if they remind him of his mom or sister

On the other hand, if he’s feeling particularly vengeful, or if he notices his victim’s an asshole, he’ll torture them to hell & back as he kills them

This often leads to him either sparing people he shouldn’t, or killing people he should keep alive

Hence the whole wildcard disposition

He doesn’t necessarily have a favorite type of target

He likes victims that make his work easy, but he also enjoys a good chase & a good fight—they let him release some of that pent-up energy as well

And while he doesn’t feel pain, he still doesn’t like getting injured, mostly cause it’s such a pain to get patched up again

If a victim hurts his body, he’s likely to be more aggressive, but he isn’t necessarily the type to enjoy hurting others

It’s truly hit or miss with Toby :/

X-Virus

Without a doubt, the most sadistic

Like, a solid 11 on the scale

He hasn’t been in the line of work as long as the others, so he’s still young & fresh & more than eager to test his boundaries & limits

Will dedicate extra time & effort into hurting victims because, although he does get a sick enjoyment out of it, he’s also just cruelly curious about the human body

He tortures them a lot—even to the point where even the others find it excessive

Isolation, extreme temperature changes, drugs & needles, psychological trauma—he’s into all of it :))

He does lean more into physical torture however, mostly because of his fascination with pain & biology

His favorite victims are assholes who lowkey deserve it tbh

Bullies, bigots & pieces of shit of all variety—he can’t get enough of making them regret their dumbass life decisions :)

It’s pretty rare that it happens, but rarely, especially if they seem like a good person, he’ll hold himself back from experimenting on them

And he’ll give them the mercy of death instead

Still, this mans is not one to fuck with

Might as well find a way to off yourself before he gets you, if you’re ever lucky enough to get the chance :”)

#creepypasta #slenderverse #marble hornets #Ticci Toby #x virus #Masky #hoodie

[sapphic-scylla]

Why Dr. Takuto Maruki in P5R is Very Wrong and Why His So-Called “Perfect Reality” is Deeply Upsetting

(This is a hyperfixation rant that spoils a great deal of the ending of P5R and addresses mental trauma and therapy in great detail. So please, make sure you know what you’re getting into when reading this. Also, while I have played P5R many, many times and have experienced a pretty hefty amount of my own trauma and suffering in my own life, I’m not an expert on psychology and matters of the mind, so most of the thoughts on his mental state are purely perspective and opinion.)

Dr. Maruki in P5R infuriates me beyond any character in any game I’ve ever played for so many reasons and for the longest time, I couldn’t pinpoint why. Because a lot of people thought we were stopping a good thing at the end of P5R and I couldn’t explain why I didn’t agree until this week and I’m now going to go into detail on why this man is making a massive mistake.

Starting with the obvious red flags:

Totalitarian society is the idea that a person or very small group of people not only keeps an entire society in line, but controls how people think and bends their will in service to the state, which is what Maruki is doing. It may look like utopia, but when mind control/“actualization” is required, that already sends warning alarms.

A man who felt his only option was to bend the will of another Persona-user against her will and wield her own power against other people (while she is in deep trauma and mental struggle might I add) is a deeply upsetting move and does not uphold what he perceives his moral standards to be.

Reality-bending power is very dangerous and giving one imperfect man the ability to not only rewrite life and its progress is vastly unwise. Especially if that man could also just as easily erase people from the narrative and no one would ever know they were gone. Just the flick of a finger and whoever didn’t fit his plan just didn’t exist. Bad. Very, very bad.

A man using the persona named Azathoth is like a billboard for petty despot. Azathoth is a Lovecraftian deity of Change, Creation and Destruction and the most powerful entity in all of Cthulhu Mythos. Yikes.

People praise Maruki for the same reasons they hate Yaldabaoth. Both should be hated. What people don’t understand is that they are serving the same shit on different platters. Humanity isn’t strong enough or smart enough to handle their own free will, so I will do it for them. Maruki just gift wrapped his to look like paradise instead of servitude.

Maruki is a vessel of DISTORTION. This man thinks he’s capable of running all of reality while suffering under debilitating trauma. And instead of actively getting help, he sets a vendetta against reality itself. Smart? No!

What was it that Brennan said in Burrow’s End? “Power should make you tired.” Taking godlike power for yourself and using it to reshape society to your liking is ALWAYS a red flag.

Everything about him screams cult and brainwashing. Everything. The outfit at the end, the way he speaks, the verbal and physical manipulation he uses to make you think he wants what’s best for you. No one who says they want to “save” you in a very religious way has your best interests at heart.

Putting people in places like a puzzle is a very dystopian theme. That’s what Maruki’s entire plan revolves around: the idea that, if something has the potential to cause you pain, it is to be avoided. That includes family, that includes jobs, that includes desires. Complete avoidance is his plan and he executes it by bending the minds of the masses to believe that what he says your role in society is is gospel.

Utopias crash regularly. Especially ones based off of peaceful living. Every utopia is a lid covering a festering sickness that, no matter how well buried you think it is, will spill out onto the surface eventually. And it’s devastating when it does.

There were still homeless people and impoverished people in Maruki’s “paradise”. Explain that.

That’s all the physical red flags. From a therapeutic perspective…:

Swallowing, avoiding, bottling, neglecting, or walking on the scars you gain from trauma is always a recipe for disaster. Physical and mental scars are very similar. Treating them with the appropriate care, time, and patience for the specific trauma can help them heal over. It’s why therapists and psychologists exist at all. To help you treat those wounds and help them to heal. It’s never said to be easy, but it’s doable if you’re willing to put in the work. Maruki’s not only bottling all of society’s trauma, but this whole mess started because he was doing it to himself. Trauma festers if left unchecked. It can dig into your mind and heart and make you irrational, bitter, vengeful, lonely, and often angry, sad, and numb. However, being willing to reach out and stumble towards people who can help you work through it can ease the burden, so you won’t do anything you’ll regret.

You can’t make the whole world happy. Checks and balances. Someone’s joy is often someone else’s misery. It sucks, but that comes with the territory of being mortal.

Pain is intrinsic to the human condition. It sucks. It really does. No one likes to experience pain or misfortune and I really do understand the idea of wanting the world to be anesthetized to pain and suffering, but that’s the side effect of free will. You can’t expect a world to live free and with the capacity to make their own decisions without conflict.

Mistakes are meant to be made. We don’t learn anything otherwise. Mistakes bring pain, pain brings learning, learning brings growth, growth brings joy. Yes, sometimes pain is sourceless and you’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time and it sucks, but, again, as rough as it is, it’s part of the human condition and taking that away means taking away free will. The difference between the P.T.’s and Maruki is that the P.T.’s were changing the hearts of the people that were using their free will to silence other’s free will. The only exception is Futaba, and she specifically asked them so that she could start taking steps to working through her trauma, the opposite of what Maruki wants people to do.

Taking a W in life isn’t as rewarding if it is constantly happening. All of the rich people I’ve ever met are fucking miserable. When you have everything you’ve ever wanted, you forget what it’s like to feel actual joy because there is nothing to work towards anymore. If I had to choose between getting torn to shreds as I climb towards my goals and suffering defeat after failure to finally reach it and feel that pure happiness or have it given to me free of charge on the house perpetually, I hope my hands bleed as long as I finally get where I’m going and look back on how far I’d traveled to get there.

Scars, cuts, and bruises tell stories. I was always told as a kid that scars make you look tough, but I also learned that it was ok to cry and scream when I got hurt. Taking pride in the immense amount of emotional cuts and wounds and beatings I’ve taken was something that took forever to learn, but if I hadn’t taken any of those beatings, I’d still be the sheltered little Mormon boy that couldn’t speak up to save his life. All of those stabs and scars made me into the fluidflux, curious amalgamation of interests that knows how to stand up for herself and punch back if she has to. Not all scars are scars to be proud of and not all scars are glancing blows. Some hurt. Really bad. Bad enough to leave trauma and impressions. However, it’s telling you that, no matter how unlucky you are, you’re still alive. And that’s what matters. Because any scars you can walk away with, even if it’s not physically, are wounds that will heal given time and patience. And if it leaves such a scar that it will never truly heal, please reach out for support. Friends and confidants are there for a reason.

Maruki never reached out for help. And I know. That’s rich coming from me, who, to this day, claims that the most difficult thing in the world for me is to ask for any kind of help. But traversing the rough road that is trauma healing is easier traveled when you have people to help you.

At the end of the day when you strip Takuto Maruki down to his bare essentials, what you see is a man who is deeply traumatized, wallowing in his own regret and pain to the point where he is self-destructive. This same man is seeking to become a god of the world, pulling the strings to every single persons life and forcing people to live his ideal of what he thinks is the perfect reality and attempting to become untouchable while doing so.

The protagonist suffered so much injustice and unfairness in his life. Wrongfully accused of assaulting a deeply corrupt politician, he became the pawn in a deal between two gods as he struggled to stick his neck out for a society that deeply rejected him and still proceeded to change the hearts of 21 people without reality-bending capabilities just by talking with them and supporting them in their endeavors. It seems small, but in the end, 19 of those people come together and feed his support right back to him. The 20th person was his biggest rival, someone who betrayed, almost killed, and actively worked to destroy him. He ended up fighting by his side even if it meant in the end, he would die. And the last and 21st person was Maruki himself.

You don’t need godlike powers to change the world. You already can just by connecting with people on a personal level. Maruki sacrificed his own self-care, mental stability, and, honestly, the love of his life in a Faustian bargain with an entity that was trying to usurp the vacancy Yaldabaoth left in the universe’s power vacuum. It quite nearly cost him his life if the protagonist hadn’t been there to stop him, fight him, and show him that you don’t need to perform miracles. You just need to be there for people when they need you.

#takuto maruki #persona 5 royal #hyperfixation

[cuddlepilefics]

That's no stomach bug

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Jeongin (?)

Caregiver: Chan (alpha)

After struggling for quite some time during the survival show, Jeongin finds himself feeling increasingly sick. Since he can't get a hold of his mother, he decides on his next best option and dials Chan instead.

No one's POV.:

As Stray Kids battled through the survival show, they already emotionally prepared themselves to form a pack with Chan as their pack-alpha after their debut. There was one more hurdle aside from the threat of eliminations though. One of the members hadn't presented yet. Though the age difference between Jeongin and Seungmin was pretty small, Seungmin had already presented as a beta two years ago, while Jeongin still had no clue what his secondary gender would be and how it would fit into their dynamics as a group. Chan had once asked the maknae about it, worried why the boy still hadn't presented. Brushing it off, Jeongin declared that he had already seen a doctor about it and it was determined that he was just a late bloomer. It wasn't entirely the truth but the leader didn't need to know that. Since Jeongin's mother too had been concerned, the boy did see a doctor, who determined that it was the trainee lifestyle that was messing with his body and threw his hormones off balance.

As Jeongin tried to juggle school and training, he barely got any sleep. He always had to practice after school, oftentimes till late into the night before having to get up early to attend his classes. The excessive amount of physical activity from the endless hours of dancing combined with the strict diet he had been following to prepare for his debut, put further strain on his body but the only way to solve this problem would be to give up on this career path and choose something boring and less stressful. Jeongin wasn't willing to give up. So what if it took longer for him to present? Still he hated to make people worry about him, which was why he never told the other members why he hadn't presented yet. The one most worried about the boy, was his mom. After the members had moved into a dorm together, she had no way of looking after her son and feared that he would cut down on food even more, now that she wasn't there to remind him to eat. Jeongin himself was excited about their new living arrangement. He was rooming with Jisung and realized that although the rapper was often loud and overly confident, often picking fights, it was all a front and the older often doubted himself. When they talked before sleep, Jeongin found a good friend in his hyung because the other took the time to listen to him.

Chan was also of great help to Jeongin. He knew how tough it had to be on their youngest, who often wasn't able to attend practices due to his classes, so the Aussie met up with him in the evenings to practice together, as did Hyunjin whenever he had the time to. On one of those nights, when Chan and Jeongin stayed in the practice room for hours, completely missing out on dinner, the maknae kept messing up the same sequence of steps. With how tired he was, he was ready to cry from frustration. He had felt even more fatigued than usual over the past few days and in truth, his stumbling came from how lightheaded he felt. When Jeongin once again lost his balance, Chan caught him by the arm and helped him to sit down, frowning: "You okay?" The younger only nodded, harshly scrubbing at his eyes, knowing if he tried to talk a sob would be all that came out, so he held back.

Fetching the younger's water bottle, Chan made him drink a few sips and asked: "Truthfully, how do you feel, Innie?" His dongsaeng shakily placed the bottle on the floor and shrugged. "I'm really sore from all the dancing this past week but I can't stop till I get this right", Jeongin admitted, his voice trembling as he tried to force a smile, "I know I have no right to complain because all of you sleep even less than me but I'm so tired." – "You have every right to complain", Chan stated quietly, "All of us are tired, yeah, but that doesn't mean that your experience isn't valid. How about we go and eat something? Sure, we will choose something healthy that won't completely mess up our diet but if you don't eat well, you'll only get sorer as time passes." Sniffling softly, Jeongin shook his head and played with a loose string on his shirt. Not daring to look the leader in the eye, the younger admitted: "I don't really have an appetite but I'd love to sleep. Can we try to quickly do a few more run-throughs only till I get it right and then go back to the dorm?" – "No", Chan said bluntly, making Jeongin's chest tighten before continuing, "We won't do another run-through. You're exhausted, I don't think that pushing yourself further will help you get it right. Let's go back, so you can get some rest and we can try again tomorrow." Defeated, Jeongin accepted but he felt so ashamed, that he remained quiet as they headed back to their dorm. Jisung was still out when the younger went to bed, making him feel even worse about going to bed earlier than the others.

When Jeongin woke up the following morning to get ready for class, his muscles were on fire, which wasn't surprising but still annoying. It felt like he hadn't gotten any rest before his alarm rang, forcing him out of bed. Still having no appetite, Jeongin skipped breakfast and sluggishly made his way to school. The morning passed in a blur, the boy barely paying attention in class. He simply couldn't. His mind too muddled to really make much sense. During lunch, his friends forced him to eat but the boy only had a small serving of rice. He wasn't hungry, which was weird, considering how long it had been since he had last eaten something. On his way to his afternoon class, Jeongin's vision suddenly swam as his ears rang. Stumbling, he sank into a crouch with his back against the closest wall, afraid he was about to faint. It took a few moments of Jeongin breathing deeply for him to get his bearings but it had given his classmate a scare. No matter how many times Jeongin repeated that he was fine, the other insisted that he smelled wrong but was brushed off. Jeongin didn't have the energy to think about his situation right now. He just wanted to get his school day over with, so he could head to the company building to his evening vocal lesson. He was planning to practice his vocals for another hour after his lesson before meeting up with Chan to go over his dancing again to make up for the previous evening.

That was easier said than done though. By the time class was over, Jeongin was ready to drop but he knew he had to keep going. He took a taxi to the company building, palming his tummy under his shirt as the ride made him feel queasy and he was glad when the driver pulled up outside the building and he had solid ground under his feet again. For the briefest moment, he stumbled but quickly made his way inside, afraid he'd be late for his lesson. To Jeongin's surprise, his vocal teacher asked him if he felt alright, nodding suspiciously when the boy claimed to feel fine. The exhaustion was evident in Jeongin's voice, as it came out flat with barely any emotion behind his words.

Frustratingly, the faint hint of nausea he had developed during the drive there, still hadn't disappeared by the end of his lesson, his teacher leaving him with the cryptic sentence that sick-days were a perfectly normal thing and that many people took them. It confused Jeongin because he wasn't sick, was he? He was just tired and sleep deprived. Sure, it kept him from achieving best results but it wasn't an excuse to miss out on practice. He barely had enough time to practice as it was, so no way he'd give up more. As he tired to practice on his own though, Jeongin increasingly struggled. His stomach was in knots, making it difficult for him to breathe deeply enough to sing. His voice was tense with pain and when his skin suddenly flashed hot and he broke into a sweat, he reconsidered his teacher's words. Maybe he was sick but had been too out of it to realize. When the next cramp hit, Jeongin drew his legs up to his chest and gritted his teeth. It hurt so badly, he could barely breathe and it scared him. Weakly gasping for air when the cramp finally let up, the boy fanned his face with his hands. How could he feel so hot all of a sudden?

Jeongin tried to text his mother but got no reply as she was at work still. Glancing at the time, he realized that he was supposed to meet up with Chan in less than ten minutes. Dialing the leader's number, Jeongin waited anxiously for the older to pick up and startled when he finally did. "Hey, what's up?", Chan asked cheerfully, frowning when he heard the younger whimper. Drawing a shaky breath, Jeongin admitted: "H-Hyung, I- I think I might be- I might be sick." – "Why, what's wrong?", the older worried, saving with work. "Stomach bug I think", the maknae forced out between gritted teeth, "My- My tummy really hurts." – "Oh dear, did you throw up?", Chan inquired. Jeongin shook his head before remembering that the other couldn't see him and quietly denying. Turning his phone on speaker while he packed up his things, the Aussie hummed: "Did you eat anything yet? You've been skipping a lot of meals recently, so it might be hunger pains." – "I had some rice for lunch and I- I think I have a fever", the younger whimpered, biting the cuff of his sleeve to silence the pained noises. Still, Chan was able to hear the muffled sob on the other end of the line, pressing: "Where are you? I'll come and get you, yeah? I just need to know where you are." Telling the leader the studio number he was at, Jeongin hung up the phone and really started to cry.

As his mind grew increasingly fuzzy, Jeongin got out of his chair and swayed dizzily. A strong smell hung in the studio, making the boy's stomach turn as his heart raced. Feeling increasingly anxious, the makane backed himself into a corner and sank to the floor, where he curled up tightly. His hand found its way under his shirt as he tried to soothe the pain in his tummy but it was to no avail. It kept cramping as sweat coated Jeongin's forehead and he startled when he heard steps outside the studio door. By the time, Chan arrived at the studio, his dongsaeng had completely sweat through his shirt and the alpha froze in the doorway. The air was thick with a sweet scent, making it hard to breathe and forcing the Aussie to cover his face with his sleeve as he approached his dongsaeng.

When he was only a few steps away, Jeongin growled at him, startling not only his hyung but also himself. He had no idea he was capable of making such sounds. Defensively raising his hands, Chan hummed: "It's okay, Innie. I'm not gonna hurt you." The maknae still eyed him wearily as he took a seat on the floor a few steps away. "That's no stomach bug", the older said softly, trying his hardest to sound calm as he breathed through his mouth, "You're in heat, Innie. Seems like you finally presented, little omega." The pet name made Jeongin's mind grow even fuzzier and he blinked at Chan through tears. Mewling softly, Jeongin made grabby hands at the alpha. His scent was comforting and made the boy feel safe, so it should be considered a crime that he stayed so far away. Though surprised by the sound, Chan slowly scooted closer and eventually opened his arms. Jeongin instantly curled up against the leader's chest sniffing him shyly. The older giggled, running his fingers through his dongsaeng's hair. Realizing it was damp with sweat, Chan hummed: "We should really get you home, hm? You can have a nice warm bath and after you ate a bite, I'll find you some painkillers to help with the cramps."

After giving Chan a few more sniffs, Jeongin started kneading the leader's tummy, which made the alpha tense. What was the boy doing? Cuddling closer, the omega shoved his face into the crook of Chan's neck and nosed at his scent glands. "What's going on, pup?", the older cooed, stroking Jeongin's back lightly, which earned him a quiet purr from the boy. Whining in pain and frustration, Jeongin pouted: "Icky." – "Mhm, you're all sweaty and I bet your tummy doesn't feel nice right now, huh?", Chan agreed with a sympathetic smile, "You wanna wear hyung's hoodie till we're home?" It was the first time the alpha had referred to their dorm as home and it made Jeongin feel all warm inside. This was his pack, his home. "Smells nice", the maknae pleaded with an eager nod but wasn't too happy when Chan had to pull away so he could take off his hoodie. He was glad though when he could trade his own sweaty shirt for the alpha's hoodie, already feeling a little less disgusting. That didn't mean that he was eager to leave the studio though. There were people out there and the omega wasn't really in a people-y mood right now.

"Okay, do you think you can walk or do you want me to carry you?", Chan asked when Jeongin was changed into his hoodie. Anxiously pulling the sleeves over his hands, the maknae mouthed: 'Walk.' He knew that being carried would draw attention and he just wanted to hide and make it to the safety of his dorm room as fast as possible. When he struggled to his feet though, the omega was hit with a cramp, doubling over and stumbling as his legs didn't cooperate. Chan caught him around the waist, rubbing his back until the cramp let up before pulling his dongsaeng onto his back. The leader's protective instincts had hit full force and there was no way the boy would walk if it made the pain worse. Whimpering softly, Jeongin nuzzled his face into the crook of Chan's neck from behind and nosed at the alpha's scent glands. The leader's scent was so comforting and it seemed to soothe the pain a little. It also helped the omega to ignore the prodding eyes as they made their way to the exit and into a taxi that would take them back home. During the drive, Chan used Jeongin's bunched up shirt to dab the sweat off the younger's forehead.

After carefully kicking off his shoes, Chan carried Jeongin straight to the bathroom and placed him onto the rug before starting to fill the tub with warm water. "I'll go fetch you some fresh clothes in a moment", the leader announced, "I know you feel hot, so the water isn't too warm, just warm enough to help with the aches. You still feel sore, don't you?" Jeongin nodded pathetically, pouting: "Can I- Can I borrow one of your shirts? They smell nice." Any other day, he would've felt embarrassed but right now, he couldn't care less. "Of course, anything else you need?", Chan cooed, digging a neutral soap out of a bathroom drawer. Felix had once mentioned hating scented toiletry products when he was in heat because the scent would be overwhelming.

While Jeongin was soaking in the tub, tiredly washing the sticky sweat off his skin, Chan prepared a small bowl of rice along with a few fried eggs and made the younger a cup of tea. He was just about to take everything to Jeongin's room when, two arms snaked around his waist from behind and the omega cuddled up to his back. "Hey there", the leader chuckled, turning around to cup Jeongin's flushed cheek, "I made you something to eat, so you can take some painkillers." Nodding in acknowledgement, the maknae leant further into his hyung's arms and took a deep breath of the other's calming scent. He was sleepy and out of it, so Chan guided him to the dining table and placed the food in front of him. Pulling his legs up on his chair, Jeongin tiredly nibbled the food the alpha had prepared for him and accepted the pill the older handed him, washing it down with a few sips of tea. When he was done, Chan carried the maknae to his room and placed him down on his bed, where the boy started to fuss with his pillows. "Let me go grab some stuff, yeah?", the leader cooed but Jeongin didn't pay him any mind as he was arranging his nest.

When Chan returned, he was carrying his own blanket and a few shirts. Jeongin's head instantly shot up and he stared at the alpha as the scent registered in his brain. The older was about to ask Jeongin whether he wanted those for his nest but before he got the chance, the younger had already snatched them from him, purring as he kneaded them in his hands. Taking a seat in his dongsaeng's desk chair, Chan watched in awe as the omega built his nest. Jeongin was still inexperienced when it came to nesting, which wasn't surprising considering he had presented so much later than most others, but he was quite proud of his nest and looked up at Chan expectantly. "Good job, pup", Chan praised as he walked up next to his dongsaeng's bed, patting the boy's head, "It looks so cozy, hm?" Jeongin only pouted, reaching for the alpha's arm and tugging on his sleeve. "You want me to join you?", the alpha asked carefully, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. He didn't have to worry though as Jeongin pulled him into his nest and curled up on the leader's chest, demanding: "Innie! Cuddles! Now!"

#stray kids #skz #sick #sickfic #fanfic #fanfiction #jeongchan #alternate universe #omegaverse #omegaverse au #a/b/o #a/b/o fanfic #a/b/o fic #fluff #comfort

[tozettastone]

Akatsuki but I ranked them by whether or not they'd have sex with their clones. Obviously, under a cut. Not too graphic but still essentially a list about clone-fucking.

11. Tobi: Obito is a prude and you can't convince me otherwise. He views clone-fucking as crazy kinky shit only gotten up to in the annals of Icha Icha fanfic, not something real people do. Nevertheless he has 100% made a clone to hug him in the quiet privacy of his ongoing nervous breakdown, so take that where you like.

10. Deidara: This is weird and gross and his face is completely changing colours!!! (Deidara is... young.) You can't just ask him weird questions like that! (Never mind that Deidara makes clones just to blow them up. If you taught him the shadow clone technique he'd use it just to remember the "experience". He has no leg to stand on, but these are very different abuses of clone techniques, to him.)

9. Sasori: No, because all the interest he ever feels is intellectual now. He finds Deidara's disgust performative and foolish, though.

8. Pein: Always has clones, but Nagato is maybe too depressed and/or sick for sex? The constant availability of clones would seem to put him high on this list, but actually he kind of feels guilty and resentful and angry about that kind of physical indulgence and is actively hostile towards things that cause him pleasure. Please get some therapy, Nagato.

7. Hidan: Highly orthodox within his own perception of what's normal and moral, to be honest. Clone sex is weird and hasn't really occurred to him to try, but if you ask about it he'll contemplate the strange perversions of other people. If Hidan wants sex, he wants it with another person. People's consciousness of physical experiences is important to him, and also he likes being their focus. Like... pay attention to him!

6. Kisame: Has heard of this and isn't throwing a tantrum about it like some of these others, but also he hasn't tried it himself. It seems like a lot of effort for the payout.

5. Itachi: Itachi's too sick and tired to think about sex a lot without, like, significant input from someone else. His intense physical desires are probably more along the lines of that feeling when you finally lie down after an interminably long day and your whole body seems to decompress. If you asked him about it, he'd probably completely ignore you—a shun, like you aren't even there. But really, if he thinks about it internally, at least if someone is using their clones for sex they're not inflicting themselves on the populace. (His mind drifts to Jiraiya. Hmm. Yes.)

4. Zetsu: Has no kind of procreative instinct. Still tried it. Experience middling. Not sure why people like any of it, really?

3. (Honorary) Orochimaru: ...Orochimaru is the only person with whom Orochimaru has ever had sex for the pleasure of it. Every other sexual encounter, ever, has been largely about the other person. He likes to control other people by provoking them into some kind of response. People are very cute when they're screaming and crying, and there's more than one way to skin a cat.

2. Kakuzu: He is over ninety and made of a bubbling mass of tentacles. You can be pretty sure if it's physically possible, he's tried it. Next!

1. Konan: The only other person she would potentially, possibly have considered allowing to touch her is now the lifeless puppet of her friend. The ardour has... cooled, there. She has needs though, and clone techniques are nowhere near as chakra or control-intensive as her overpowered paper jutsu. Her clones are safe, clean and pleasant smelling, which is more than can be said about anyone else. Thursday nights are self care nights and it's more than your life is worth to interrupt her.

#akatsuki #akatsuki ranked #clone sex

[ailendolin]

≈: Pat from bbc ghosts

Here's your prompt fill, anon! I admit I was at a bit of a loss at first and didn't know what to write for it but I hope you enjoy your ficlet anyway!

Next up: ✈ - reaching out for someone: Alison & Kitty Original prompt: Fanny finds out Thomas never had a crush on her ¿ - thermometer: Baby Irk is sick & Vextan lose their minds a little ‡ - bath: Mike

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Help

Pat had always believed in medicine. First Aid was one of the first things he’d taught his scouts each year and one lesson he’d never tired of repeating. He’d wanted his scouts to be prepared for every eventuality and most importantly, to be able help themselves and each other should they ever get in trouble when no adults were around.

That he himself would one day be one of those eventualities he kept preparing them for was something he had not anticipated. He didn’t remember much about the immediate moments before and after his death but afterwards the others had told him that a few of the kids had run to the house to get help. It had obviously been too late for him by then but Pat was still proud of them for it.

In the many years after his death, he had come to realise that First Aid and modern medicine weren’t always the be-all, end-all solution to easing someone’s pain as he’d always believed. Sometimes, a simple story or reminder of the past dried tears just as quickly as a Band-Aid used to; and a gentle pat on the arm or shoulder could be just enough to make someone smile again. 

His fellow ghosts were a weird group of people – Pat would be the first one to admit that. But in the time he’d known them he’d figured out which approach eased everyone’s pain the quickest . The Captain was the easiest in that regard: he just needed a purpose, a mission, something that kept his mind occupied. Humphrey, on the other hand, was always glad for company: a kind word here, a relocation there and the tension would drain from his face and eventually give way to contentment. Fanny often needed someone to vent to and even though Pat barely understood half of what she said when she was angry he happily smiled and nodded at the appropriate pauses to show his support.

Mary responded best to physical touch. Whenever her mind was stuck in the past, a physical reminder of where she was always managed to bring her back to the present. Combined with a little distraction, it never took long until she was smiling again – maybe not quite as brightly as she had before but still genuinely. Most of the time, Kitty needed a distraction when she was upset as well but Pat had learned to let her choose what sort of distraction she wanted: sometimes it was dancing, sometimes it was singing and sometimes it was a combination of both.

Robin and Julian were a little trickier. It had taken Pat a while to figure out that the best way to help either of them was to just go and get the other to talk to them. He didn’t really understand why it was so hard for them to open up to anyone else but he was glad they had each other, at least.

And then there was Thomas who, above all, craved attention and just wanted someone to listen. The first time Pat had decided to be that person for him he’d been genuinely surprised by the lack of sighs and poetic eloquence when Thomas poured his heart out to him. He had sounded very much detached as he spoke, almost as if he was talking about someone else or a mundane topic such as the weather. Now, after years of knowing him, Pat knew that this was just how Thomas was: loud when his words didn’t matter and quiet when they did.

As for himself? Seeing his fellow ghosts happy and actually working together never failed to make him feel better. They might moan and groan about some of his Clubs but he knew they desperately needed those group activities. His Clubs brought them closer together, had turned strangers into a family and in the end, that was all each of them truly needed: a family.

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[bishiglomper]

I love my physical therapist! \o/ It went so well.

He was very kind, very gentle. Nothing stressed me out other than the ticker tape going "at which point do i tell him i feel like shit and not up to doing much?" But I didnt have to. 90% of the appointment was testing my arm and figuring out what was wrong exactly. And stuff hurt, but he didnt push me too hard and let up when his prodding was too much. He was actually watching my face and checking in, it was lovely.

He showed me 7 exercises to do, only 2 of them are tough. But I'm looking forward to stretching out my muscles. He did this one thing with my arm that stretched it in such a way that felt good so he did that for me for a bit.

My symptoms confused him though. Because poking at me- the tender spot was behind my shoulder, but the active pain was in the front. He was noting down the pain in the back and i pointed to where it hurt and he literally whipped his head up and went "It's in the front!?" lmao 😂

He took the time to explain what he was doing, why and how it worked. And then kept apologizing for being too technical, but everything was easily understandable. Also he told me to only do half as much at first because i dont wanna get "muscle fatigue" doing too much too fast. 💕

He basically told me that something happened to make my nervous system associate particular motions with pain and that i needed to recalibrate. I mean, he didnt make it sound like it was in my head or anything... Every time I said "i dont feel anything with this motion" or "yeah this motion is tough" he agreed like "yes, that makes sense"

But basically it sounded like my shoulder needs physical "cognitive behavioral therapy" 😂 I mean, sure. I know fibromyalgia can be attributed to trauma and stuff, so it makes sense to me, anyway.. That we need to just tell my body that this is okay and to chill.

Honestly the concept sounds awesome, i wonder if i can do that with my whole body.

I was offered cbt by my counselor but it didnt sound like something that really applied.. Because I get sick and tired of hurting, and I whine a lot but I dont think I MOPE in it. I don't go woe is me. I get frustrated.. But i dont wake up like "gee i wonder when shit is gonna go downhill"

But to retrain my body itself into not being in pain? That makes sense.

Oh, also this guy was cute. 😳 Latino. When he first called for me, he had a strong enough accent I mentally went "oh, CRAP." because accents are hell on my audio processing but somehow he lost most of it when he started getting into it so it wasnt a problem lol

I'm super glad they didnt do any of the same stuff we did the last time my arm acted up. They always made me start with this arm cycling thing for a solid 10 minutes. And then stretches and manipulation. HIS stuff was so much friendlier. 😭

I'm so lucky to find all these wonderful medical professionals. I've been very lucky. 😭

#long post #physical therapy #i kept typing physical therpy lmao #i love it #rambling

[burning-sol]

whats ur fave exandroth hc(s) :) ?

- thepurps

@thepurpz OOO if you're asking for my headcanons I'd be very happy to share!!! :D

I guess this is most obvious of all but Exandroth is no-low empathy and didn't even have emotions before possessing Peter. I like to imagine in an au where he lives longer, he actually starts to have some intense moodswings: going from zero emotion to any emotion at all is a big change. He does remain low empathy though so someone should probs pull it aside and teach them abt how to treat other ppl normally.

Exandroth's vision is actually a really jumbled mess. She can see the full lightspectrum, he can see people's magical auras, he can sometimes even see multiple layers of the same person. When he looks at Rumi he can see some overlap between the different masks they've had and when it looks at Thanatos she can see his past self. Basically, it's enough of a mess that it would give almost anyone other than Exandroth motion sickness.

Exandroth always rolls up her sleeves and takes off his glasses because it's very irritating for him. It doesn't like the clothes Peter wears and Peter doesn't have the right prescription.

In general it gets uncomfortable and tiring to possess Peter constantly. What's usually just an unnoticable function for a person, Exandroth has to actively pay attention to. He needs to remember to breathe or to blink. It makes it a lot harder to talk when Exandroth's 100x more aware of moving his mouth than a normal person. This is why Exandroth doesn't possess Peter all the time, though it does get better the more practice she has.

Speaking of, Exandroth tries to speak a comprehensible language so people can understand him, but its actual speech is a string of inhuman noises. His vocal range varies from being able to sound like a beautiful angel, which can feel very soothing when listened to, or letting out a horrible shriek, which can make you feel physically ill.

I feel like I've already typed a lot so my last headcanon is sillay. I think Exandroth would totally have a yandere themed Tumblr blog. He has a Yuno Gasai pfp. It is posting obsessively about Rumi. It helps Exandroth process his unhealthy romantic obsession. If you try to bring it up to Exandroth he will deny it profusely though lol.

#📚 my posts #✉️ mail #💭 headcanons #👁️‍🗨️ exandroth posting #hope this is somewhat entertaining. i feel like i spent way too long typing this #soz.

[the-firebird69]

We have a couple more things to announce one is we are putting active APB and warrants on people and we are going to put it on anyone who is insulting attacking trying to discredit trying to steal money from our son trying to abuse him and or our daughter and we are going to enforce the law and we're going to make sure that other people do as well and in your crazy circles until you go down the toilet drain speaking of which

-you raised our son's rent stan so we're going to raise yours. He only said it once and you started repeating it like a madman he can't do that to me I'm in charge here and since when does trying to extort someone mean that you're in charge it means you're some sort of scumbag criminal so we are going after you and suing you I'm going to take all your properties before the pseudo empire can and we're going to start taking theirs because they're a huge assholes already and the empire and the foreigners in also going to take your ships when the cream puffs come back for the ships

-on the islands the minority warlock are attacking New Zealand and Australia and they need ships and they want to take them before you lose them all they need the ones that go into the tunnels they need them to take care of stashes and caches honest to goodness other groups are coming here foreigners and us and some acts get in and the max are horrible too they're horrible people any format and we're going after a lot of them just because they're Max

-there's another thing happening our son is sick and tired of going to the freaking laundromat and being treated like a poor boy and having his money regulated by idiots and it's on and on with them they're incessant losers everybody is taking everything from them and killing them and they can't figure it out their leaders are not necessarily retarded but have retarded frontal lobes and do a lot of stupid things and they're in a fix and you can't get out of it and their race is not helping them and they have no support so they're violent and dangerous and evil to our son and that's what it is they do some things at work but really they're trying to kidnap him the whole time and we're going to finish them off as well this week we're going to start I've had it with this routine he was sick of it when he first got here

-there's a number of people here who do not obey any laws and we mentioned it we are going to enforce it and we are going to jail you and imprison you and we are taking over and so are the foreigners and some of the max who still have a program and they're getting rid of you and they can see your actions near reviving The clan and you don't know it. They saw you today snickering about bringing back the clan and having our son mention it and to put potency into it and all sorts of stuff like he cares or something and they stop snickering and said what do you care said what the f*** is wrong with you people so God damn stupid I'm going to go after you dumb but f****** morons and why would I not say that so they felt bad and said we suck so bad they will yeah they will you suck so bad I will stop saying a million times and forget it and they go around saying and they forget it

-there's other things to announce it is getting kind of dicey here and we have to do some work real quick

Thor Freya

Olympus

We can see that moving around and flipping around and stuff they really need to leave it's really just Dave right now but we need them out permanently what a nightmare we need these people out permanently from day one two years ago we hate them

Hera Zues

We see that it's a personality conflict and it's personal business that they started and they won't let you off if they started it to get into physical altercations and yelling matches with our son and with Hera of lime and stuff we are going to kill him right now they're eating up 500 million chips heating them and we're going after them there's only about 7 billion left now is about 10 billion left but really trumpsters only have about three point five billion and enormous change but they're winners okay so they're going to keep on doing this and after a Time the more luck fleet will be engaged by the pseudo empire. And they're also winners and they're saying so what and it says it's your program that is nothing not mine that's nothing and it's starting to say it too we don't have any use for him I don't have any use for you stupid f**** and the foreigners too and some happens to me I disappear you get to get nuked. That's actually one of our plans and people have that too and see it all the time cuz you're stupid

We're preparing an assaults on the idiots they're going after Stan he's a huge b**** and pill and can't figure anything out we're going to take from all of them now

Frank Castle hardcastle

We are answering your requests Hera and we're going to get the job done and we know it's very serious because he's saying it and says they just don't know anything and they have no grounding at all and we get that too and they're instructing a lot of others and globally and I will look at it more and come up with something to help we think that they're being used and they are we think that they're being used in there are and I said we're going to have to use foreigners and stop being chickenshit and I do understand that we're going to use foreign

Duke nukem Blockbuster and it's going to happen anyways