#lizard brain thinking dumb lizard brain thoughts

[iamnotyourbabe]

Piggybacking on a recent post I reblogged, one thing I don't think most people in the USA realize is that cops are strategically brainwashed and given PTSD as a part of their training. The point of police training is to make every single officer believe "anyone can kill you at any time." This is not to excuse them or defend them in any way, but simply to explain why they act the way that they do.

Police departments use the same tactics that cults do to indoctrinate new hires, including isolation, us vs them mentality, and (this is hard to find online sources for because law enforcement has their own walled garden internet spaces to talk about internal stuff so it doesn't leak easily, but I've read and heard accounts from multiple police officers describing it) showing trainees psychologically distressing videos in an attempt to further break them down mentally.

Fear tactics are heavy stuff. They essentially create a fast-track pathway for thoughts to take through your amygdalae, which are the most accessible parts of the limbic system (the 'lizard brain' part of our brain - this phrasing is a gross oversimplification, but serves perfectly well in this example) and regulate emotional (knee-jerk) responses like fear, anxiety, and aggression. Emotional reactions are also addictive, they give you a burst of adrenaline and other brain chemicals to help you fight off whatever lion is supposedly attacking you (your brain doesn't know whether you're panicking over a predator stalking you or you forgetting to pick up a birthday present for your mom day-of) and unsurprisingly, this has a feedback effect.

The amygdalae are heavily involved in PTSD - they regulate fear response, threat assessment, avoidance, and episodic memory which consists of the sensory and emotional responses to past events. I don't want the most heavily-armed people in any area to also be the highest-strung. That sounds like -and is- a recipe for a bad time and bad interactions with the public.

I see a lot of internet leftists crafting conspiracy-style theories about why this is such an overarching problem throughout police departments but the truth is that it's simply convenient for authoritarian groups like them to traumatize people under their service. They see trauma-bonding as an extremely effective method of control and they don't care about the well-being of their peons beyond them being able to perform their job duties: win-win!

It's very easy to get conspiratorial about authority figures but it's important to remember that they are just as dumb, unorganized, and human as us.

Still.

Fuck cops.

#acab #brainwashing #fear tactics #police #ptsd #authoritarianism #god i wish there was an easy way to do footnotes on this website #sorry for all the parentheseseses #posting

[roanniom]

watching horror movies with eddie and using your real fear as an excuse to feel him up 😈

🎃🍂🍁🎃

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Poor sweet, dumb boy doesn’t even get it at first. He’d really concerned that you can’t take it when you start squeezing him during The Exorcist. He’s used to you being jumpy around horror movies - you’ve been friends for years - but tonight is a lot. You’ve wormed your way into his arms and your face keeps getting buried in his neck.

“Princess, we can turn it off if it’s too much…” he tries to reason but you shake your head and cling to him harder. If he were a better man, it wouldn’t turn him on so much that you’ve sought comfort in him. That hugging him feels like protection. It scratches his lizard brain just right and swells his ego and other parts.

When the movie finishes and the credits roll, Eddie turns off the VCR, but you don’t move off of him. He brings a hand to pet the back of your head absently, squeezing you with the arm around your body. It’s an oddly quiet moment and different from your normal ritual of jumping up and putting another movie on immediately. You finally look up at him with eyes blown black.

Before Eddie can ask what you’re thinking of, your hand sinks down between your two bodies, finding the bulge of his cock in his pants. Eddie spasms beneath you.

“W-what…what are you doing?”

“You’ve been hard the whole movie,” you blink up at him. There’s no judgment in the statement. Just facts. Eddie sputters and turns bright red.

“Well yeah you’ve been on top of me the whole movie…”

You experimentally roll your hips into his and he immediately groans.

“Jesus Christ, Princess! What - you’re gonna make it worse.”

“Maybe I want to make it worse,” you say, sliding your fingers in Eddie’s hair to make him look at you. “Maybe this was my intended effect.”

It takes a moment for Eddie’s brain to process that info with your pajama clad pussy grinding down on him and your fingers tugging his curls. But then his eyes snap to yours.

“You’ve been…you’ve been trying to turn me on this whole time? I thought you were actually scared.”

You shrug.

“Well yeah but both can be true. Being scared gave me a good excuse to touch you,” you reason, sliding a hand down his neck to rub designs in his chest. “And you seemed to like it, so…”

You grind down again with intention and Eddie moans.

“Ok, I think you’d better finally come clean about what you actually want because this is fucking embarrassing but I’m about two seconds from busting in my pants.”

Your eyes light up and you bounce in his lap a little.

“Then perfect. Because that’s what I actually want.”

🎃🍂🍁🎃

#anon #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #trick or treat with issa

[goorehound]

I’m not even going to pretend this isn’t entirely self-indulgent. I should be answering my requests, and probably posting Mary Goore since that was the point of my account.

but dear followers, let me introduce you to König. Austrian, 6’10”, canonically severely socially anxious. your honour, I want him carnally.

sfw

Random König headcanons

ADHD. As fuck. He got turned down as a sniper because he kept moving around?? ADHD. Not the brand that makes him talk a lot constantly (although he absolutely can talk himself hoarse in the very rare chance he gets very comfortable somewhere) but the quiet type. Where he’s always doing something with his hands. His brain is always following ten different trains of thoughts. He’s restless.

On the fidgeting note, if he’s got a lot of thoughts going on then he will fidget very slowly. Rolling a pen or smth between his fingers, tracing the hems of his clothes with his fingers, tapping them slowly to some imaginary beat. But if his brain is quiet then he’s fidgeting fast. Repeatedly clicking a pen, tossing something back and forth, bouncing his leg at the speed of light. He’s gotta make up that lack of mental stimulation with some physical stimulation.

When he’s alone he mumbles to himself. Replaying past conversations so he could mumble out the answers he wished he’d given, or constructing what he’d like to say in future situations. Basically mumble mumble mumble. Mans does have things to say, you know. He just prefers to do it where nobody else can hear it.

He has almost mastered the art of making sure people are laughing with him and not at him. If someone makes a joke about him, he’ll try and come back with something self deprecating enough that it’s not too awkward - but hopefully enough that it doesn’t make him seem like an easy target. If he fails at getting people to laugh with him his brain does a windows shut down. Luckily he’s quiet enough that people don’t normally notice when he shuts down. He always makes sure to wait long enough to excuse himself that nobody will tie his disappearing act to something someone said.

He picks up popcorn with his tongue. He always gets his own bowl, because he hates the specific type of grease that comes with buttered popcorn. Man will hold that bowl up to his face at eat it like a lizard. No, he does not eat popcorn in front of other people.

Oh my god is it ever easy to fluster this man. Something as simple as talking about something he’s interested in will have him melting. Compliments are worse. He’s no blushing virgin, granted he’s not incredibly experienced either, but complimenting anything about him will have his face a concerning amount of red in an even more concerning amount of time.

Pen/pencil chewer for sure. All about that fidgeting.

He is terrified of kids. Only because he has no idea how to interact with them, he finds it more of a minefield than talking to adults. But he’s fucking great with them, and 9/10 times kids adore him - which makes him so very happy.

He hates when people touch his things. Like despises it. Probably because growing up people thought it was funny to take his shit and break it, and that definitely left some wariness when it came to people touching his things.

He’s talkative in combat because of pure adrenaline, and that’s probably when his confidence is at his peak. No time to be anxious about people making fun of him or thinking he’s an idiot when his life is on the line. And besides, if someone overhears him saying something dumb he can just shoot them. Problem solved. (Given they aren’t an ally, that is.)

If anyone wants anything König related, wether it be headcanons or some short writing piece please drop me an ask. Or a message. Anything. I have some serious brain rot going on.

#also this is no shade to adhd folks who talk a lot. i talk a lot. #also this is all projection bc I also got that good ol social anxiety and adhd mix #könig #modern warfare #könig headcanons #mwii #könig x reader #könig x ghost

[thecountesstribe]

I got a few things to say and this might be a long rant. Spoilers below and please understand that I'm following the show's timeline not the book. There are also some book spoilers as well.

Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Otto Hightower, Aegon II Targaryen you'll all pay for your crimes!

PSA for all the people that need to hear this, AEMOND TARGARYEN INTENDED TO KILL LUCERYS VELARYON. I REPEAT, AEMOND TARGARYEN INTENDED TO KILL LUCERYS VELARYON. If you think otherwise I need whatever alcohol you're having. He was directly responsible for getting Lucerys killed. He was chasing and antagonizing an inexperienced rider and dragon, on an old war dragon (who apparently likes standing on business) during a storm no less, what did he think was going to happen? “BuT VHaGar" nothing! Yeah that old ass lizard wasn't listening but Arrax in a scared attempt was trying to protect himself and Luke. He stole Vhagar when they were younger, claimed it, got jumped (which was the funniest shit though), beat up his cousins in that same fight and was about to bash in the head of the next heir in line to the throne when his feral little brother cut out his eye. Which he himself said was a fair price so there was no reason to be harbouring that animosity towards his nephew and allowing him to live rent free in his mind. He won in the end; the fight when they were children and the oldest, largest dragon. Aemond is one of the few people directly responsible for the suffering of our sweet girl Helaena and her children. You'll pay for your crimes!! I'm not going to say he kick started the dance he just fast tracked it.

DAEMON TARGARYEN IS AN ABSOLUTE VILE PIECE OF SHIT! Look if you read the books and watched the show you'll know that this man isn't a ray of sunshine or a breath of fresh air, I'm sticking to the show timeline, he's an absolute ass. Good father and semi decent husband aside (the bar and standard for both those claims are in the 1000th level of purgatory btw) he's a vile piece of shit. Sure it's just Daemon doing demon Daemon things anyway but BLOOD AND CHEESE? BLOOD AND FUCKIN CHEESE?!!! And the one that has to suffer for it is Helaena and those babies? Go after Aemond and euthanize him, not after Helaena and her kids. He's trash. He knew they didn't deserve that.

Alicent Hightower is a bitter hating ass bitch. I'm not sorry. Otto raising her aside, she needs to pay for her crimes. Alicent knew good and damn well that Viserys didn't want Aegon on the throne. So what did she do? Help her father usurp the throne. It was a fickle reason for her usurping the throne too. Realistically speaking that wasn't to protect her children. She just hated Rhaenyra and couldn't stand the fact that she was to be crowned. Not accepting the marriage proposal between Jace and Helaena because she was bitter was dumb as hell too. Putting her disappointment of a son on that throne, who is also a rapist was/is bound to end in shambles. She's also directly responsible for Helaena suffering as well. Marrying that poor girl to him even if it would've made her his queen.

Otto Hightower is a bum. He's a manipulative piece of shit and he deserves the absolute worst. Why would he do that to Alicent? She got stuck with the asshole for a dad and he suffered his daughter which in turn suffered his granddaughter and her children. For all his cunning and brains he didn't have the merit to do it on his own. So he unwillingly involved his daughter to put a green on the throne and they chose the worst of the worst green too. He orchestrated their own downfall. He'll pay.

I don't even want to give that bum a spare thought but AEGON II TARGARYEN IS FILTH. There isn't anymore to say. He wasn't a good husband, certainly not the father of the year, he isn't a good king and he's also a rapist. He knew he wasn't supposed to be on that throne. He said it himself. Instead of growing a backbone and standing up to his mother and her entourage, he decided to play a major role in usurping Rhaenyra's birthright. Which was reaffirmed again and again and again. He's responsible for his suffering and the suffering of Helaena and his children, the ones he claimed and all his other illegitimate ones. Rhaenys should've ended it at his false coronation. He needs to pay.

All in all, Helaena doesn't deserve anything that's going to happen to her and her children. Jace, Lucerys, Rhaena, Baela, Joffrey, Aegon III and Viserys II didn't deserve to get wrapped up in it as well. They were kids. If Alicent wasn't hating so hard and had raised those boys with a shred of decency we could've seen one of the best eras to come out of a Targaryen dynasty and I'm not talking about if Jace did indeed marry Helaena (wouldn't necessarily have been possible either cause book spoiler, Jace and lucerys were already betrothed to the Targaryen twins since they were kids), I'm just talking about all the kids getting along and being friends. I want a slice of life hotd now 😭

#house of the dragon #hotd #king viserys #house of the dragon season 2 #hotd season 2 #aemond targaryen #alicent hightower #otto hightower #aegon ii targaryen #daemon targaryen #helaena targaryen #jacerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon spoilers #joffrey velaryon #we could have had it all #team black #team green #I'm blaming that spineless king viserys too #he should've just named daemon his hand #dammit all to hell #fuck the teams those kids deserved better

[cephaloclod]

i had a thought today

what if there was a robot girl and she had a crush on you and you knew it and she was trying to ingratiate herself to you so she offered to run some of your computer programs for you on her cpu cuz haha why not haha and youre like aww thanks so you boot up your virtual doll game of choice (im talking ffxiv but you can use whatever in ur dumb brain) and download a bunch of modded clothes and start taking up all her spare memory and shes like uuuuh hehe thats a lot of mods… and youre like lol yeah i wanna try on a bunch of stuff and shes like haha yeah lol… and shes all nervous cuz you keep downloading more and more and she doesnt wanna tell you to stop obvs so shes just going along with it and then you get in the game and crank up the r-shade to the highest settings and you hear her fans kick on to overdrive and shes like uuuh whats up and youre like oh just taking a few quick pics of my heavily modded character haha i wont be long and her fans are getting louder and faster and you can see shes already getting hotter but shes still being nice and doesnt wanna seem mean so you start trying on all the modded clothes and taking a ton of different screenshots and ofc its like all horny big tiddie stuff cuz like thats the fun so shes just getting her already limited memory space spammed by whats turning out to be hundreds of super high fidelity high res screen shots of a hornily/scantily clad big boobed fat assed virtual character and shes like getting really overheated now but like soooo much of her cpu is being used to run this game and at all the highest settings with all those fancy shaders and all that junk so shes like struggling to keep it together and she cant really say much except make loud fan noises as you just sit there and spam her with more and more ridiculous pics at ridiculous angles of your character and her memories almost full but youre still taking more and she finally manages to squeek out something like a maybe we should take a breather for a second but youre like oh but im almost done and my character is just so much fun to take screencaps of and is soooo hot and shes just like yyeeahfh as you take like five more pics of ur toons ass and now the game is running really slow so its taking even longer to set up the shots to take the pictures and the computer girl is just like treading water in this lagged overheated state staring at your beloved characters huge modded rack as you try on another new shirt and realize you wanna go back and see what it looks like with those tights from earlier and she still just doesnt wanna say anything to inconvenience you and maybe this is a good way to die anyway she thinks well thinks is a strong word cuz like 99% of her cpu is being used to render the exposed midriff of your virtual cat girl or whatever it is so she just kinda feels it and the room you two are in is like getting really hot cuz shes just producing so much heat and you can see shes struggling to keep it together and the game is chugging alone reeeeeeeeal slow now and ur just like only a few more outfits im almost done and honestly you kinda would be annoyed but you know shes doing her best and you know it and atm she cant even really respond except to keep her fans going full blast so you like zoom in on your lizard girl or whatevers cleavage and just give her a good eyeful for a couple seconds knowing its literally taking up basically 100% of her processing power at this point and youre like thanks for doing this i loooove my character soooo much shes just soooo hot haha and just so great

#robot girl #computer girl #overheating #eroticism of the machine #is this yuri

[oneatlatime]

The Chase

Saving the commentary for next time. I haven't actually listened to any of the commentary tracks. Are they worth it?

Disney princess Aang.

There is no way the Air Nomads didn't have some sort of textile-based industry with that much shedding going on.

Sorry Katara, but Toph is much more Goblin than girl.

In a completely unsurprising move, the 12 year old formerly caged only child high on her first taste of freedom takes it too far.

The beat up Sokka quota is fulfilled! 3 minutes and ten seconds in might be a new record.

This is the kind of miscommunication I can get behind. Katara thinks they've had this whole fight complete with big issues, a falling out and a need to apologise. Toph has no idea that there are any issues.

Comfy.

What kind of cows are they expecting to meet to necessitate that!?!

How exactly is Toph supposed to help unload anyway? Unloading = throwing things down from a place she can't see. The last time anyone threw something to her from Appa she got beaned in the head. I get that she could help set up tents maybe, but unless Appa's saddle is made of stone she can't see it or anyone on it.

I get that they're all tired, but I'm with Toph on this one.

Sokka! Truly a man of wisdom. Sometimes all you should do is sit back and watch the fireworks.

Did Katara just insult Toph for being blind? Not cool.

Why would a tent made of stone have seams?

I love how when Sokka sticks his head under the covers his voice gets muffled.

Pushing Appa this hard has got to be borderline abusive. And how it keeps finding you? Maybe the trail of breadcrumbs maguffin you spent the first scene of the episode setting up? These poor kids are dumb when they're tired.

Zuko's so angry that his anger wins out as a descriptor over the whole 'half his face is missing' thing. That's impressive.

"Fun and Perky!" Honestly, no comment. Trying to put "FuN and PeRkY" in the same sentence as Sokka broke my brain.

"There's no way they could have possibly followed us" except for the giant carved pathway up to where you are?

These three. Hmm. Did not miss them.

Wow those ride on lizards sound annoying!

Since when can lightning demolish walls?

Pretty.

Siblings!

"We've been up all night with no sleep." LIES. FILTHY LIES.

That's sleep.

You have GOT to be kidding me.

I had not thought about the dangers of ten tonne sleep deprived flying animals.

Katara's really in full bitch mode this episode huh?

Sokka is the only person with sense this episode. Also love the toilet brush trees.

"We're all just trying to get used to each other." Actually, the only person who had a problem with Toph was Katara.

Sokka speaks truth and has his priorities in order. What else can I say? This guy rocks.

This guy can't catch a break.

I hope Appa was napping during that bath.

I take it back. They're not toilet brushes. They're moustaches.

And that's all you're getting for today folks because I just lost power!

edit: part 2 + wrap up is posted.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #the chase

[dinosaurnostalgia]

Random Thoughts about frills and crests on dinosaurs

A while ago I watched Jurassic Park with my wife, not having seen the movie in ages. I was reminded of the hype that the movie got when it came out, how we were amazed by this brand new animation technique that created such realistic looking dinosaurs (at least, compared to the dinos we had seen in movies prior to JP).

I went to see the movie in a theater with my father. I was one year younger than the age limit permitted, but because I was with a parent, I was allowed in. My mother had warned me that the movie might be too scary for me, but I was determined to see it. I loved dinosaurs, how could I be afraid of something I loved? I was a dumb kid. I made it through the T-Rex scene, occasionally peeking between my fingers, but the Dilophosaurus scene turned out too scary for me. My father asked if I wanted to leave home mid movie and I said yes.

I later wondered why I could endure the T-Rex scene but not the Dilo. I think it was because the T-Rex, while big and intimidating, was still behaving like an animal. Its behaviour with the car was like that of a crow that has found a puzzle box with a treat inside, curious and trying to solve the puzzle of how to open the car. The Dilo on the other hand exhibited behaviour that made no sense for an animal. At first it too seemed just curious and playful but then out of freaking nowhere spread a frill and started to scream as if it was afraid of the human in front of it. The whole scene read like a threatening display, even though we could clearly see from the dinosaur's earlier behaviour that it wasn't afraid of humans. It behaved like a serial killer, wanting its prey to be scared, succeeding in spooking one small kid in the audience.

Now that I'm adult I'm no longer scared by the Dilo scene but the frill still bothers and annoys me. It was added to the movie in order to make the Dilo more intimidating and scary, but whoever designed it forgot to study the animal it was inspired by; the frilled lizard. Do frilled lizards display their frills to their prey before attacking it? No, the frill is used to scare away predators and to intimidate rivals.

The Dilophosaurus's frill may be 100% fictional, but many dinosaurs had frills, collars, crests, sails and such. I remember reading dinosaur books as a kid and learning about all kinds of theories about the purpose of these bodyparts. That Stegos would use their plates to regulate heat, Paras would use their crests to make sounds and Ceratopsians used their frill (is it called frill? Or crest? Or collar?) for mating displays. Some of these may be decent theories but sometimes I think paleontogists should look at existing animals in zoos to look for the most likely reasons an animal would develope a frill or a crest. To me it seems that most of the time these bodyparts are used like the frilled lizard uses its frill, either to make the animal look bigger and scarier to turn away predators or to intimidate rivals.

The Parasaurolophus crest being used for communication fascinated me, because it differed from the usual "intimidation tool/courtship decoration" usage of crests and frills. The crest is hollow and I remember seeing a documentary where a guy made a replica of it with tubes and demonstrated what kind of noise it could make. So it seemed a more likely theory to me than some of the wilder ones out there (there was a claim the crest was hollow in order to cool the brain, so many heat regulation theories back in the day).

The theory of a bodypart being used for mating display seems odd to me when the bodypart is identical for both males and females. For most animals, if a bodypart is used for mating display, only males have them. I personally think Ceratopsian frills make more sense as a protective plate making the neck less vulnerable. But if they were for mating display, why would females also have them? Or were they part of a "mating dance" where a male first displays his frill and if the female likes him she'll respond by bowing her head and showing her colourful frill?

#dinosaur #jurassic park #dilophosaurus #parasaurolophus #ceratopsian #rambles

[ventiswampwater]

Bo and Lester Sinclair

AHHHHHHH, the stinky men themselves 🦍 + 🐀!!!

disclaimer: imo, any situation in which u "date" either of these two men would have to be predicated on some absolute tomfuckery and a hostage-type situation. LMAO. I see no other conceivable world where you'd just........run into them and have a normal ass relationship jhfdsjhfjdshjsdf they are so deeply ABNORMAL. so warnings for stockholm syndrome/dubcon headcanons below!!

once again under the cut bc a bitch truly does TALK

feel free to send me a character of ur choice for headcanons and I'll give u 3 pros and 3 cons of dating them. if ur so inclined!!!!

boseph

sidenote: I've been on a sabbatical from Him™ recently. he's been on the backburner. I've been hoovering down DIFFERENT fictional shlong. HAPPILY. so tell me why I was scrollin thru these gifs of him goin yum yum there he IS HIIIIII BABY hehehehe muy deliciosio. ?????? so fuckin embarrassing!!!!!!!!!!

ANYWAY.

3 PROS

dick game is fucking immaculate. I HATE to fuckin say it. literally crying screaming THROWING TF UP. bc come on. I'd LOVE. more than anything. to tell u with CONFIDENCE that it's subpar. but I'd be fuckin lying to u AND myself. and the gods would smite my fuckin ass from existence. so yeah. it's good. u know. the kinda dick game where he absolutely does not care if this feels good 4 u. and it's mean and awful............but somehow it's makin u astral project into 328798329832 different galaxies. it's SUCH a fuckin shame. smh.

despite being a FAKE ASS LARPING "mechanic", I genuinely do think he's handy and knows his way around vehicles/how to fix things. he's very much a car guy. <-this is also a CON. have u met a CAR GUY before??? immediate no. but I'm considering it a pro. bc u will definitely have to bring him sweet tea down to his stupid shop one summer afternoon. and the garage doors will be wide open and he'll be blasting korn or slipknot or some shit. and he'll be workin on a car engine in a slutty wifebeater with a slutty lil rag tucked into his slutty lil belt loop. and he'll be sweaty and covered in grease and annoying. he'll complain about how ur interrupting his work. and then u get banged on the hood of the car bc he's a skank. so it's a pro.

I just feel like he smells G O O D. like. AS MUCH as I call him stinky. I unfortunately think he consistently smells good. like. the kinda smell that makes ur brain go ooga booga cavewoman-mode and forget ur basic motor functions. sigh sigh SMH

3 CONS

EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN FOR THIS LOSER

MEAN dom (this is also. regrettably. a pro)

it would be SO fun to peg him. u will never peg him.

mommy issues out the fuckin WAZOO. daddy issues too. every issue in the fuckin book. get ready 2 be seen less as a person and more as a weird conglomeration mishmash projected fantasy-nightmare. he's dedicated his whole adult life to maintaining a murdertown in his beloved mama's memory. his mother also fucking hated him. he's very aware of that. recreates and sexualizes his trauma to feel better about all that. yikes!!!!!!!!!! YIKES!!!!!!!!!!

lester

3 PROS

full of boundless enthusiasm!! genuinely interested in what u have to say!! will happily talk to u for hours about whatever dumb shit u have boppin around ur brain!! most ppl are usually unsettled by him (honestly, for valid reasons LMAO. I mean. he IS leading u to certain doom in his big bro's helltown), so having someone around who doesn't treat him like an oddity has him BUZZING.

he's a v strange but thoughtful gift-giver. I definitely see him as the kinda guy to randomly give u weird lil trinkets. like here u go. he whittled down this wood into the shape of a catfish for u. he's coming over to present u with a bizarre taxidermied raccoon w/a frilled dress and tiara. both the dress and tiara are made of recycled chip bags and six-pack rings. u love it

I feel like he makes a MEAN gumbo. u wouldn't even know it's made of lizard tails and alligator eyeballs. unless he told u. which he will. w/a huge grin while ur mid-mouthful

3 CONS

actually LITERALLY stinky. like. RANCID. DIS-COS-TANG. I'm not discounting the fact that he takes baths in like. a metal tub in his backyard w/dial soap. from time to time. but come on. he's a bit putrid. a bit foul.

I v much feel that he hasn't navigated a lot (if any) normal adult relationships. so get ready for some pie-in-the-sky goofy affection that skews pretty immature. he means well, but there's a lot of cognitive dissonance and general weirdness there. he's hardly been shown any good representations on how relationships should work, so his interpretation is...................boyish. and strange

I.........feel like he's clingy. just. smthn about him. as happy-go-lucky as he might appear, he's v liable of getting his feelings hurt if he feels like ur pulling away/losing interest in him. all the sinclair boys are pretty DEEPLY maladjusted lmao. I could see him being the type of personality to sulk around. he's the baby of the family after all. just a lil guy (affectionate) (derogatory)

#sighs. screams. vaults off bridge. #my mcfuckin dudes............................ #SIGHING DREAMILY (HATEFULLY) #sam speaks #ask game #house of wax

[chrisbitchtree]

No thoughts, only Steve in tiny Hawkins High short shorts and Billy loving it. You can thank my lizard brain for encouraging me to write this shameless smut when I couldn’t sleep at 1am.

***

Steve knew this was a mistake the second Billy had first asked him.

“Come on, Steve,” Billy had begged. “We need an assistant coach, and you’re perfect for it! Who better to help coach than the former captain of the Hawkins High basketball team?”

Steve shook his head. “No, Bill. I just know you’re going to do something dumb, and I’ll get caught up in it, and I don’t want to be on coach’s bad side. I left on great terms, and I’d like to keep it that way. Is it not enough for me to come cheer you on?”

***

In the end, Billy’s puppy dog eyes and incessant begging had worn Steve down and he’d given in. He was actually really proud of the other boy. He’d been on his best behaviour, acting like the team captain should. Before long, Steve found himself enjoying the role. It felt good to be back in his old stomping grounds.

Billy’s good behaviour came to a halt after about a month, when Steve forgot his to bring a change of clothes to practice, running from a long shift at Family Video. “I can’t run drills in jeans,” Steve complained to Billy. “Do you think I have time to run home before practice?”

Billy looked at his watch. “Nope, it starts in like 5 minutes.” He reached into his gym bag and pulled out a pair of shorts. “Here,” he said, tossing them at Steve. “Wear these. It’s my spare pair.”

Steve gulped, holding up the shorts. The Hawkins High basketball uniform had changed since the year prior. He’d thought the shorts he’d had to wear were short enough, but his ass would practically hang out the bottom of these. He looked at Billy. “You don’t have anything else I can wear?”

 Billy shook his head. “Nope, sorry, it’s that or jeans.” He had an amused smile on his face, like he knew exactly what was running through Steve’s head.

Steve briefly weighed his options before pulling down his jeans and pulling on the shorts. Billy whistled softly, swatting at Steve’s ass, and Steve blushed, thankful that they were the only ones in the locker room.

***

He made it through practice without any incidents of indecent exposure, only having to contend with Billy’s barely contained lustful gazes. More than once, the coach had to tell him to get his head in the game while they ran drills.

After practice, Steve was putting the balls away in the equipment room when he saw a shadow in the doorway. He stood up and turned around to find Billy staring at him, a wolfish grin on his face. “Damn, pretty boy, you really fill out those shorts well,” he said as he approached Steve. “Mind if I have a feel?” He didn’t even wait for Steve’s answer before grabbing his ass through the shorts and squeezing as he captured Steve’s lips in a brief but heated kiss.

Steve groaned quietly before shaking his head, trying to pull away. “What if the coach walked in?”

Billy plastered his sweaty chest to Steve’s back, nibbling at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. “I told him we’d lock up. We’re the only one’s here, princess.”

Any further protests died on Steve’s lips as Billy reached around to stroke Steve’s dick through the shorts. Steve moaned, thrusting into the touch. Billy continued playing with Steve’s dick as he kissed his way up his neck, pausing to lick a stripe behind his ear. Steve shivered at the sensation.

“You’re such a tease, Steve. Running around, your dick and ass on display for everyone, showing them all what they can’t have. Showing them what’s mine. Only I get to touch you like this, right?” He squeezed Steve’s dick for emphasis.

“Fuck, Billyyyy,” Steve said, the word cutting off into a whine as Billy ran his fingertips along the waistband of the shorts. “Yes, only you.” Billy slid his warm, calloused hand down, under Steve’s underwear, grasping his dick. Steve let out a groan.

“You like that, princess? You like when I play with your massive cock? That feels good?”

“Yeah, feels so good Bill,” Steve panted, nodding frantically.

Billy stroked him languidly, enjoying all the little noises that he was pulling out of Steve. “You want more, baby? Then beg for it.”

“Please, Bill. I need you. Need your fingers in me. Please, baby. Please.” Billy continued to stroke him as he spit on his own fingers and worked them up under the hem of Steve’s shorts. He didn’t have far to go with how short they were. With little ceremony, he pressed a spit slick digit into Steve’s hole.

Steve’s knees buckled and he whimpered at the touch, Billy’s arm wrapped around him and the wall in front of him the only things holding him up as Billy worked his finger in and out. He turned to capture Billy’s lips in a kiss as he continued to stroke him.

“Shit, baby. Can I have another? Please?” Billy loved it when Steve begged and relented quickly at the sound of his pleading voice.

He withdrew his finger, earning a whine from Steve, only to add more spit and shove two fingers into Steve’s hole. He was jerking Steve at a frantic pace as he worked his fingers in and out, hitting Steve’s prostate and making him see stars. At the same time, he was rutting against Steve’s thigh, matching the pace at which he stroked Steve’s dick.

It didn’t take more than a few more strokes as Billy whispered into his ear what a good boy he was, and how good his hole felt around his fingers before Steve was coming all over Billy’s hand and his underwear, his vision whiting momentarily. He leaned against the wall and panted, trying to catch his breath. Billy withdrew his fingers and pressed against Steve’s back, panting.

Finally, Steve turned around. “Do you need a hand, baby?” Steve asked.

A blush coloured Billy’s cheeks and be buried his face in Steve’s neck, mumbling something.

“What was that?” Steve asked. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“I said, I already came,” Billy replied, just loud enough for Steve to hear this time.

Steve groaned, his dick already perking up at the thought of what Billy had just said.

“Fuck, baby, that’s so hot,” he said, nibbling on Billy’s ear. “So hot that doing that to me got you off like that. You’re washing both pairs of shorts though.”

Billy couldn’t find an argument for that, settling instead for kissing Steve, then laughing as he slapped Steve’s ass and ran away to the showers.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #chrisbitchtree writes #my fic #lemon

[souliebird]

[[The Man and the Nothingness]]

series: Batman || Pairing: none || rating: Teen

Summary:

He doesn’t want to be Nothing.

He runs and runs and runs and he doesn’t even know where he is going. Not until there is gravel under his feet and he’s flying past pristine hedges.

Wayne Manor is in front of him and Tim forces his legs to move Faster.

He knows he shouldn’t . He knows he shouldn’t - but between Nothing and Batman, Batman will probably win

---

Or: Tim Drake is 10 years old and really, really, needs an adult.

Words: 5.3k

Tim is tired.

He is tired in a way no ten year old should ever be. He has bags under his eyes. His cheeks are a little hollow and his skin looks…well he is naturally pale but he just looks too pale.

He thinks he should try to eat breakfast today. He still has some of the toaster pastries Mrs. Mac bought. They are whole grain and vegan and even Mother approves of them and to Tim’s delight, they even taste pretty good.

But the thought of eating anything makes his stomach turn.

He lifts up his shirt. He can see his ribs.

He should eat. He wants to eat. He is hungry. But his body has been turning away anything that would actually qualify as a meal.

Tim isn’t stupid, he knows is he doesn’t eat, his body will give out, so he’s been trying his best to keep himself going with sports drinks and trail mix - things his body can actually tolerate. He needs to research more, find more things that round out his nutritional needs, but that can come later. He needs to get to school.

He can’t miss school.

He leaves the bathroom, gathers up his backpack, and starts walking towards campus.

He really hopes he gets over this bug soon. It’s been a month and whatever is going on with his stomach is starting to mess with him. Sometimes he just…forgets a word. Or he catches his hand shaking. He’s starting to get headaches as well. Which is all explained from lack of eating.

What isn’t explained is…

Tim’s eyes dart to the side.

The man looks like he belongs in the 18th century. He’s obnoxiously tall, even taller with his dumb hat. He’s rail thin but based on his perfectly tailored suit and coat, he’s rich. His feet don’t move. He glides everywhere, the tips of his shoes barely touching the ground.

He stares at Tim, looking completely unimpressed.

He always looks completely unimpressed and he is always staring.

Always.

Because he hasn’t let Tim have a moment to himself in Weeks.

He’s more than once thought the man is the source of his stomach problems. It would explain a lot - being haunted could cause his lizard brain to fall into distress.

Not that he thinks he’s being haunted. Because ghosts are not real.

He just hasn’t figured out what the man is and why he has latched onto Tim.

Probably due to the fact Tim is the only one who can see him.

He rubs his eyes. He can’t deal with this now - he has class. He can’t miss class.

His parents will be cross with him if he misses class.

He trudges into school and into his classroom. The man floats to the corner of the room and takes his spot there, staring unblinkingly at Tim.

Tim pulls out his daily workbook and starts working on the grammar practice on the white board, trying to ignore the way the man makes his stomach curl.

----

A dizzy spell sends him to the nurse’s office. He tries to curl himself up in shame - he can’t believe he lost his balance in front of the principal. How stupid can he be? He needs to pay attention to his surroundings more.

His mental chiding halts when the nurse, Miss Penny, finally comes into the exam room with a folder in hand.

“How are you feeling, Mr. Drake?”

Mr. Drake, because Tim is the richest kid at Logerquist Elementary and everyone knows it. Both staff and students are terrified of his parents' influence.

The Drake’s single handley paid for the school’s new auditorium.

He keeps his hands wrapped around his belly and offers a fake smile. He’s gotten so good at them, from all the galas he attends. “I’m fine now, Miss Penny. I forgot to eat breakfast and I guess I just got a little light headed.”

She smiles back - hook, line, sinker. “Now, now, Mr. Drake, with a growing boy like you, you can’t afford to miss any meals. Lunch is in a half hour. Do you think you’ll be okay until then or should I call your parents?”

He’s an expert at keeping his panic hidden and plasters his fear behind another smile, “I’ll be okay. Can I have some water before I go back?”

The nurse nods and flits out. Tim forces himself to not give a sigh of relief.

His parents are in London, at a conference. If they had to come home because Tim felt a little dizzy…

The disappointment would eat him alive.

Miss Penny comes back with a little paper cup full of water. Tim smiles and downs it, very aware of the being floating next to him.

---

Tim has broth for dinner. He gets away with it by asking Mrs. Mac what consommé is. He pretends to enjoy it, so she will let him have it again the next night. It’s too salty for his taste, but he keeps it down.

That’s all that matters.

She leaves promptly at seven, and once the door is closed and locked, Tim turns his attention to his not welcomed guest, “I’m going out tonight.”

He hadn’t gone out the two previous nights because he felt so awful, but now his belly is full and he has some energy.

The man says nothing, as always. Just stares.

Tim huffs and heads up to his room to finish his homework and to try to get a nap in.

The homework is nothing - Tim finished most of it before dinner, and it feels nice to crawl into his bed after setting his alarm.

The niceness only lasts a moment, because as soon as he is settled, the man is looming over him, right against the bed and staring down at Tim.

“Can you not?” Tim asks, rolling so his back faces the man and closes his eyes. It’s hard to sleep, knowing someone is just watching him. He can’t feel the man’s actual presence - he gives off no body heat and when Tim tries to touch him, his hand goes right through - but he can feel the piercing gaze.

It’s unnerving.

His stomach gets tight and a dull thudding is building at the top of his neck but Tim tries to ignore it all in favor of sleep.

He drifts off but doesn’t dream.

---

“They are all blurry,” Tim groans and slumps into his chair as he reviews his photographs.

He thought he had gotten such good pictures this week, too. He even tried different settings! It wasn’t fair.

None of them are worthy of his collection and Tim picks up his scissors to start shredding them. He’s meticulous as he works.

“It’s your fault,” he grumbles, glaring at his ghost’s reflection on his computer screen. “You kept distracting me.” He knows that isn’t completely the case, but Tim has taken to blaming anything that comes from his stomach bug on the man. Afterall - his presence was probably what was upsetting Tim’s system in the first place.

“You can at least tell me what you want,” he continues on, cutting the photograph in his hand into tiny uneven slivers. The shreds fall into a box he has to collect the scraps. “I mean, I could put you to rest or direct you someplace, you don’t need to constantly hover.”

He doesn’t get an answer. He never gets an answer.

He spends the rest of his Saturday destroying the developed photographs and the film. He can’t start a fire or boil the images away - so he has to cut them all up then pour black paint over the remains. Once it is all dry, he bikes around Gotham, tossing different brown paper bags full of black shards into different trash cans. He stops by different stores and uses his allowance to buy some things he needs.

He sits in Robinson Park when his leg starts to feel all tingly. It’s light out still and he sticks near the playground. Poison Ivy is out of Arkham, but Tim knows he doesn’t need to worry about her.

It’s everyone else he needs to worry about.

His leg stays numb for about an hour and Tim is more annoyed than anything. This is the fourth time this has happened in as many weeks. All he can do is wait it out.

He thinks maybe he should go to the doctor, but doctors require parents and well…

They are in Hong Kong now. Some sort of business deal.

He doesn’t know all the details, but they are supposed to be back in two weeks for some charity gala. Tim can’t really remember which one it is anymore.

It doesn’t matter much to him.

--

His mother’s hand is between his shoulder blades, pressing slightly to make sure his posture is perfect. She wants him to impress, so impress he shall.

His mother always has a carefully crafted guestlist made before every event - names, pictures, ages, business, hobbies, who is having a feud with who. Everything (almost everything) they would need to know to stay at the top of Gotham Society. Memorizing the list is the easy part.

Dealing with old ladies pinching his cheeks is something different. He endures and smiles and doesn’t leave his mother’s side until she gives the signal he has successfully buttered up the adults and she can go in for Business.

He goes straight to the restroom, and after carefully making sure no one else is there, empties his guts into the toilet.

His stomach hurts. He’d obediently eaten the dinner he’d been served but he regrets it so much. His throat burns so much - it's getting worse each time he vomits. Like he’s tearing up his insides everytime then pouring acid (stomach acid) over it.

He snuck a travel toothbrush and toothpaste in his suit because he knew this would happen and goes to brush his teeth once he’s finished in the toilet.

He shoves like six bathroom mints into his pocket then looks up to the man hovering behind him. He gives a weak smile, “We can do this.”

He gives a thumbs up then makes his way back into the ballroom.

It’s easy to find his father - look for anyone who the Drake’s would consider a vapid socialite and go the other way. Jack Drake is talking to a member of the board of directors of the Gotham Museum of Art. To Tim’s ears it sounds like there is going to be a new exhibit, ruins of some kind that his father helped uncover.

He’s allowed to stand and listen to the discussion - he even gets introduced. It is nice to just stand and rest and not have to work the party. Part of him wants to go sit in a chair, but he fears he’ll fall asleep accidentally, and oh wouldn’t that be an embarrassment for the Drakes.

No, he stands diligently by his father’s side until exactly ten, when his mother glides over and taps her husband on the bicep.

Tim’s grateful the event wasn’t attacked by any villains as he crawls into the backseat of the family’s sleek black sedan.

“Well, that was dreadful,” his mother says as the car starts moving, “who even planned this event? Those decorations looked like they came from a party store. Did you notice the centerpieces were plastic? They didn’t even use glass vases. People these days have no class.”

His father hums in agreement.

She scoffs again, “I cannot believe we came to Gotham for this - we should have gone straight to Paris.”

Tim runs his tongue over his teeth before daring to speak up.

“Mother, my stomach has been hurting.”

“Of course it does,” She says offhandedly, “I doubt any of that food was cooked correctly. Miranda had a shell in her risotto, Jack, a shell.” She glances at Tim as she pulls her phone from her purse, “We will get you a pepcid when we get home.”

Then she has her phone to her ear and the Mandarin is so fast and Tim can’t focus enough to translate it all. Not that he should be eavesdropping anyways.

When they get home, Tim is sent to bed without any medication or a goodnight.

----

Tim one hundred percent doesn’t think he can move.

He’s so so tired. His head hurts. And he’s cold. And Thirsty.

He looks to the man standing in the corner of his room. Tim forces himself to roll so he can look at him, “you wouldn’t be able to get me water, would you?”

He’s met with silence and hard eyes. Tim sighs and curls in on himself more, pushing his hands under his armpits. He can feel his ribs against his arms.

Maybe when he can summon the energy, he’ll go down stairs and get some more broth. Mrs. Mac made him a pot before she went on holiday. He’s got a tin of almonds by his bed but he doesn’t want to chew. Chewing seems….hard.

And if he goes downstairs he can refill his water bottle.

He just needs to get the energy.

Somehow.

He goes back to sleep instead.

----

He hasn’t given the man a name, because Tim is sure he must already have one and it would be rude to try and impose one on him. So, Tim decides he just needs to find it on his own.

He had tried asking, early on. He set up a letter board and pens and everything but the man had just done what he always did, so research was needed

He had started down a few different paths - the history of Gotham, the history of his house, his family’s history, but those had all led to dead ends. He needed to go another route.

So that is how Tim found himself sitting in Gotham Library, looking through a book about the history of men’s fashion. If he could pinpoint the era the man was from, he could at least go from there.

The suit was pretty distinctive in its tailoring at least.

He sighs as he flips to another page and runs a hand through his hair. He’s been sitting here for hours and nothing looks close enough. The darts are wrong or the width of a lapel is off and nothing freaking matches perfectly and Tim is going to be so upset if this dead guy got his clothes custom made to go against what was in fashion.

He drops his head into his hands and groans. He starts to grumble to himself when something tickles at his nose. He pulls back and there are strands of black hair tangled between his fingers.

When did his hair start falling out?

He looks up and the man is standing opposite the table from him. Staring.

Tim sighs again and starts reading about the trends in tie knots.

----

How exactly could Tim forget that today was an in service day? It was all anyone could talk about the day before and he just…forgot.

He rubs his eyes and sighs. He’s up and dressed and already at school, so there is no point in turning around and going home. His school bag is heavy, but he can deal with it.

The library would be his first choice but his head hurts and he doesn’t want to try to focus on reading. He’s already finished all his homework and school projects - maybe he can practice his photography. All his pictures have been out of focus lately and his good shots have been more by luck than skill.

More than anything, he just wants to sleep, but that would be unproductive.

He turns and starts trudging to the bus stop.

It hits him hard and it hits him fast.

The world spins and Tim has to squeeze his eyes shut so the swirling colors don’t make him vomit all over himself. He’d learned his lesson already.

Falling to the ground isn’t an option so Tim carefully kneels so it looks like he’s tying his shoe. He won’t lose his balance this way. He focuses on breathing - slow and steady to keep his heart from racing. An elevated heart rate will just make things worse.

He doesn’t know how long it takes to pass, but when Tim can finally stand again, he stumbles his way home and into bed.

---

The sun is setting when he wakes up.

He forces himself to sit up before he can manage to open his eyes. He feels like everything has been zapped out of him and he’s just a Tim-shell now.

He wants to fall sideways back into bed and nearly does.

It's the sight of the man that keeps him up.

His face is twisted into a scream, but no noise is coming from him. Only black. Black is pouring out of his mouth, down his front like vomit, but it's not - it's not anything, it's Nothing. It’s Void and Nothing coming from him, pooling around his feet and inching towards Tim.

And now that Tim is awake the Man is moving towards him.

He runs.

He doesn’t realize he’s still in his pajamas until he’s out on the sidewalk and his bare feet hit snow. It doesn’t matter because the man is right behind him, the Nothing pouring out of him. He knows, he KNOWS, if the Nothing gets him then he will also become Nothing.

He doesn’t want to be Nothing.

He runs and runs and runs and he doesn’t even know where he is going. Not until there is gravel under his feet and he’s flying past pristine hedges.

Wayne Manor is in front of him and Tim forces his legs to move Faster.

He knows he shouldn’t . He knows he shouldn’t - but between Nothing and Batman, Batman will probably win.

He remembers his manners enough to knock on the door instead of bang on it. The man is at the bottom of the steps, darkness dripping down him.

Tim knocks again, praying someone is home.

The door swings open and a man - not Batman - is standing in front of him. He looks kind and Tim for once in his life acts his age and blurts out, “Please help me.”

He’s swept inside the Manor and Mister Wayne’s Butler, because that is who he is, Tim realizes, is kneeling in front of him, “It’s okay, lad, tell me what is wrong.”

The man and his Nothingness are in the foyer now, standing beside the grand staircase, his eyes focused solely on Tim and Tim doesn’t fight the sob that escapes him, “he’s going to get me!”

He flinches when Mister Wayne’s Butler puts his hand on Tim’s shoulder. It’s quickly taken away and that makes Tim want to cry more.

“No one is going to get you, son, not here. You’re safe here.”

That does make Tim sob more - the man is right there, why can’t he see him? Why can’t anyone else see him? Why is it only Tim?

“What is going on here?”

Tim tears past the Butler and rushes to Bruce Wayne. He expects to hit the man’s legs but he doesn’t. Instead strong arms wrap around him and Tim is being hugged for the first time in a very very long time.

“Please help me,” Tim whispers and the arms tighten around him.

Mister Wayne nods instantly, keeping Tim tucked up against him, “Of course, son, tell me what is wrong.”

His voice is soft and friendly, like he’s at one of the many charity events Tim has seen him at. Not hard at all, like Tim expected Batman’s voice to be.

But it doesn’t matter because Tim is Safe. He’s Safe. Bruce Wayne is Batman and he’ll not let anything happen to Tim.

Tim sniffs and just…lets it all out, “There’s a man and he’s been following me everywhere. Everywhere! School and home and library and he never ever leaves me alone! And he makes me feel awful! I feel sick and I can’t move and he makes me really really tired! And now he’s going to hurt me, I’m going to be Nothing! I tried to help him but he never says anything and I don’t know what to do and I don’t want to be Nothing!”

The arms are so tight around him but it doesn’t hurt and it feels like Mister Wayne is trying to absorb Tim into his chest and Tim is completely okay with that.

“Did he follow you here?”

Tim nods.

There is a sound he doesn’t recognize, a kind of chuck-chuck, and he turns to see the old Butler holding a gun. It’s big and Tim realizes it is a shotgun, but before Tim can say anything, the front door is open and the man and his gun are gone.

Tim wants to yell that there is no one outside, but Mister Wayne is gently turning Tim’s head with his big hand so Tim is looking up at him.

“It’s okay, Alfred can take care of himself. You did the right thing coming here.”

He is suddenly scooped up and Bruce Wayne is holding Tim on his hip like he’s a baby. He hasn’t been picked up since he was three and he has no idea what to do with his arms or legs, but he does Not want to be put down so he just clings to the man like a koala bear.

Mister Wayne carries him deeper into the house and Tim just stares over his shoulder in horror as the man and Nothingness glide after them.

“What’s your name, son?”

“Tim,” he answers, eyes not leaving the figure behind him, “Timothy Drake…”

Mister Wayne hums softly, “You live next door, right?” Tim nods. “Where are your parents, Tim?”

Tim tries to remember. Paris? No, they left Paris, didn’t they? Morocco maybe? Or…or Madagascar? It starts with an M, he knows. Why can’t he remember?

“The…the Maldives.” He says hesitantly, because that sounds right. Janet and Jack Drake are in the Maldives.

Bruce Wayne doesn’t say anything as he carries Tim into a sitting room. He’s deposited on a big sofa and he doesn’t even realize how bad he is shaking until a throw blanket is wrapped around his shoulders. Bruce Wayne kneels, so he’s face to face with Tim. He’s looking over him with big blue eyes and Tim feels so embarrassed because he knows he’s snotty from crying.

Instead of chiding him, a gentle hand runs through his hair. Tim closes his eyes and he thinks the touch would be soothing if he didn’t know the man’s hand would come away with clumps of his hair.

He hears Mister Wayne swear and guilt pulls in his belly.

There are a few long moments of silence before Mister Wayne talks, and it’s still that friendly voice, “Would you like some hot cocoa, Tim? Alfred makes the best cocoa in the whole world.”

Tim blinks his eyes open and he wants to nod. He loves Cocoa and he hasn’t had any in so long. But he knows better.

“I don’t wanna throw up…” It’s hard to admit, but Tim doesn’t want to lie to Batman.

“Do you throw up after you have cocoa a lot?”

Tim understands what he is being asked and tries his best to not shrink away.

“I..throw up a lot. It feels like my body doesn’t like food anymore.”

“What…can you eat, Tim?”

Tim does squirm at that but answers with a mumble, “Consomme. And almonds. Unsalted ones. And rice crackers, but I don’t like them, but they have carbs and I need those.”

Mister Wayne inhales deeply before giving a soft smile to Tim. It isn’t fake, but it isn’t a happy smile. He’s trying to comfort Tim. “That’s right. You need carbs. And other things. I think, if we go in the kitchen, Alfred will be able to find something you can eat.” His smile is a little warmer. “I know Alfred makes his own broth and I’m sure we have some on hand.”

Tim gives a shaky nod, because he can’t deny Batman, and if Batman wants him to eat, he’s going to eat. Or try to.

He’s scooped up again, blanket included, and Mister Wayne is carrying him back the way they came. He wants to protest that he can walk, but he’s not actually sure he can, so he just clings. And maybe he clings a little tighter as they pass the man and his Nothingness.

At least he knows better than to try and mess with Batman.

The Butler, Alfred, is in the foyer when they come in, gun no longer in sight, “I didn’t see anyone on the grounds, Master Bruce, but I did let Ace out.”

Tim doesn’t know what that means, but Mister Wayne seems to because he just nods, “Alfred, can we heat Tim up some broth?”

A look is exchanged that Tim also doesn’t get, then Alfred is leading them into the kitchen, “Of course. A cup or a bowl, Master Timothy?”

Tim is unsure, but Mister Wayne is rubbing his back and that gives him a little courage to speak up, “A cup please.”

“One cup of broth coming up.”

He’s sat on the island counter and Tim feels more and more like a child. He knows he is, but he also isn’t. He tugs the blanket tighter around his frame and watches as the Nothingness glides into the kitchen. It goes right to a corner before turning to stare at Tim, mouth still gaping in a silent scream.

He forces his eyes back to Mister Wayne.

That comforting smile is still there and he wants to ask Mister Wayne to hold him again, but Tim's not a baby. He's just scared is all. And upset.

"Can I ask you a few questions, Tim?" He nods. "The man who follows you, do you know who he is?"

Tim shakes his head, "I tried to find out… he won't tell me. Or talk to me at all. He just… he just watches me."

"All the time?" Tim nods again, his eyes flickering to where the Nothing was standing. Watching him.

"And he makes you feel sick. That's why you can't eat, right?" Another nod, "can you tell me some of the other ways he makes you feel sick?"

Tim looks down at his hands. He doesn't know how to explain it.

He wonders if he can ask Mister Wayne to hold him again without seeming like a baby.

"It's… really hard to eat. And sleep. It's hard… to sleep when someone is watching you all the time. And.. lately I'm having a hard time remembering things… no.. words. Like I know the word but… it just gets deleted from my brain? Like before, when you asked where my parents were? I knew. I could point it out on the map, but my… my brain couldn't remember the name. And sometimes, my hands shake… and my.. limbs feel funny. They go to sleep. And I'm tired… all the time. I thought it was from not eating but even if i eat, I'm really tired. Like it's really, really hard to want to get out of bed. And my hair is falling out!"

Mister Wayne hums softly, showing he heard Tim.

Then there's a hand on his shoulder and it's giving the softest of squeezes.

"Tim, do you get headaches?"

He looks up at that, so confused. Mister Wayne is looking at Tim like he Cares and for a moment, in all his crying and fear, he feels like everything will be okay. He's wrapped up in a blanket that's Warm and the kitchen he's in feels like a home he never had, and even if he's just a little kid, Mister Wayne is taking what he's saying Seriously. He's not brushing anything off or dismissing him and he's doing everything he can to make Tim feel Safe and comfortable.

If he ever had any doubt about Bruce Wayne being Batman, it's gone.

The man in front of him is Batman.

Batman doesn't just fight the bad guys, he protects the people of Gotham the best ways he can. Tim's seen it.

He's seen Batman hand business cards to some college kids he found robbing a store. He said if they called that number, he promised they could have a job by the end of the week with a pay advance.

He saw Batman stand to the side as Robin delivered cups of coffee to some EMTs on break - a promise they were watched over too.

He saw Batman repair the wheel of an elderly waitress' bike after some jerks tried to mug her on her way home. Tim saw Batman hand her a small wad of cash and heard him growl about a better winter coat.

And now Batman's going to take care of Tim.

Tim's crying again but he knows he was asked a question, so he nods.

Mister Wayne is keeping his hand on Tim's shoulder and he's rubbing his thumb over the back of Tim's neck.

He trusts Mister Wayne - Batman - so much that he forces the words out of his mouth, "Mister Wayne?"

"Yes, Tim?"

"Can...I tell you something?"

"Of course, Tim. Would you like Alfred to leave the room so we can have privacy?"

Tim actually forgot the Butler was there.

If Batman trusts him, then Tim trusts him.

He shakes his head then he takes a deep breath, "I … don't think anyone else can see him.."

"The man who follows you?"

Tim nods, just barely. It had only just occurred to him he… hadn't actually mentioned that. And how was Batman supposed to protect him from the Nothingness when he couldn't see it?

The hand on his shoulder squeezes lightly, "I see." He doesn't sound upset or disappointed. Tim chances a look up.

Mister Wayne is still looking over him with concern.

"Is he here now, Tim?"

Tim looks to where the Nothingness is and nods.

The hand on his shoulder squeezes again and Tim looks back to Mister Wayne.

"You said he's been following you for a while. What changed that scared you so much?"

Tim pulls the blanket closer to him. Mister Wayne is still taking him seriously.

"I… he started… vomiting. And it's black and…"

"And Nothingness?"

Tim nods.

"Tim?"

"Yes Mister Wayne?"

"When's the last time you went to the doctor?"

---

A brain tumor.

Tim had a brain tumor.

It was benign, but that had been the cause of everything.

He still can't believe it.

It makes sense though.The man was a hallucination not a ghost. His own mind trying to desperately tell him something was wrong. He had finally snapped at himself with the Nothingness.

He's still in the hospital. The surgery went well, but he's still recovering. The doctors want his weight up more.

He's so happy to eat real food, even if it's just scrambled eggs for now.

---

Mister Wayne and Alfred visit him with a giant basket of stuffed toys. He's too big for those now but he kind of really wants to hug the bear dressed like Batman.

Alfred sets a thermos on his bedside table, telling him it's homemade tomato and roasted red pepper soup. Tim is so sick of broth and he can't help but grin at the man.

Before they leave, Mister Wayne hands him an envelope.

"Get well, soon, Tim."

"Thank you, Mister Wayne."

He waits until visiting hours are over and he's alone for the night to open the envelope and pull out a Get Well card.

The writing on the inside is loopy.

'Once you are feeling up to it, give us a call, Dick wants you to come around for some hot cocoa.'

It's signed by Mister Wayne, followed by a phone number.

Tim cries, and for the first time in a very long time, it's from happiness.

#tim drake #soulie writes #batman #fanfiction #reposting this here bc i love this fic #no batman knowledge required #torturing tim is my passion

[silverstarfics]

You didn’t think I was going to miss Gordon’s day of @thunder-pride did you? 

AO3 link

When the realisation initially struck Gordon, Scott was the only other person present. Technically Brains and Grandma were also on the island but had squirreled themselves away in various evil lairs – the kitchen in Grandma’s case and the lab for Brains – and so didn’t count.

Scott was flopped across a sun lounger, sulking but pretending not to be because Virgil had grounded him regardless of his protests that a twisted ankle was really not that bad. Gordon floated on his back in the pool, steadily being blinded by sunshine despite his shades. It was rare for the two them to hang out without Virgil or Alan around and so he had somehow forgotten just how terrible Scott’s jokes could be. Still, it was sort of nice. At least up until Gordon bolted upright and nearly inhaled a lungful of chlorinated water.

“Oh my god.”

Scott lowered his collection of holograms then, apparently satisfied that his younger brother wasn’t undergoing yet another near-death experience, returned to the data packet. Gordon sidled up to the pool edge, waiting expectantly with a couple of dramatic sighs until Scott finally abandoned the projector to look at him.

“What?”

Gordon gestured vaguely at himself – pineapple-shaped sunglasses and all. “I never officially came out. I just started dating people of every gender and let everyone figure it out.”

There was a slight pause. It was testament to how used Scott was to these antics when he didn’t question the seemingly random subject and instead just rolled with it. He eyed Gordon warily.

“So?”

“So, I feel like I missed out.”

Gordon hoisted himself a little higher to prop his elbows on the poolside and balance his chin in his hands with a sunny smile.

“Scotty,” he announced grandly, “I’m pan.”

“Hi Pan,” Scott replied without hesitation. “I’m Scott.”

It took an entire five seconds to comprehend this response.

Gordon’s eyes grew as wide as saucers. “Did you just…?”

“Oh, I did.”

“That was terrible.”

“It was brilliant.”

“No. Just no.”

Scott grinned. “Oh, c’mon. You have to admit it was funny.” He pinched his fingers to demonstrate. “Just a little.”

Gordon lofted himself fully onto the poolside and lounged over the tiles, basking in the sun like some sort of… well, he’d say lizard but the thought sent a chill down his spine. What else liked sunlight? Cats, right? Okay, he was going with a cat comparison. He crossed his arms beneath his head and frowned up at the cloudless blue sky. It was approaching late afternoon but it was still hot enough for extended exposure to the sun to be dangerous.

Anyway. Back to the main point.

“I could have thrown a party or something,” he declared mournfully.

Scott didn’t even try to keep the amusement out of his voice. “I can guarantee that wouldn’t have ended well. Your parties never do.”

“Lies and slander.”

“Gordon, I’ve bailed you out twice because of your parties.”

This was actually a valid point.

Gordon flapped a hand at him. “Shh. That’s not the issue here, anyway.” He draped an arm across his face and heaved a great sigh. “Aw man, I can’t believe I missed my chance to have a grand revelation. It could have been like one of those dumb gender reveal parties but with my pride colours. Like, I don’t know, confetti balloons or something. Or fireworks. Hey, do you think Virgil will make me fireworks? It could be a vibe. We could drag John down from his tin can for once.”

“Careful,” Scott teased with a knowing look at the seemingly innocent holoprojector. “You never know who’s listening.”

Gordon winced. Insulting Five within Johnny’s earshot never ended well. He could still remember the humiliation of the last revenge he’d been dealt.

“Is this genuinely bothering you? Do you actually feel like you missed out?”

“Nah. Well. I don’t know. Yes? No.” Gordon propped himself on an elbow to gauge Scott’s reaction. “If I say yes, do I get to throw a party?”

“No.”

“You’re so boring.” It was probably a bad idea to call Scott – known adrenaline junkie and idiot – boring to his face. “Do not try to prove me wrong while your ankle’s still busted.”

“It’s not busted,” Scott protested. “It’s just… mildly bruised.”

“Twisted.”

“Only slightly.”

As the person who’d had to help Scott limp into Two’s medbay, Gordon could confirm that this was, in fact, a complete and utter lie. It was badly twisted at best and treading on the coattails of a sprain at worst. Not that Scott seemed to care, hence why Gordon was here, keeping an eye on him – ahem, babysitting – rather than giving Virgil a hand over in… wherever the hell Virg currently was.

Their conversation was temporarily shelved by the buzz of the projector as Alan’s holo appeared, clearly running low on energy reserves after three callouts in seven hours. He looked so dead on his feet that Gordon almost felt sorry for him. Almost. This was the same kid who’d put fake lizards in his bed last week and he planned to hold a grudge for another month at least.

“My ETA’s…” Alan paused to yawn. “I don’t even know anymore. Twenty minutes? Unless any other assholes decide to pilot their ships into areas that are no fly zones for a reason.”

“Damn, Allie,” Gordon whistled in unison with Scott’s chiding, “Language, Alan.”

Alan made a vague, growly sound not unlike Virgil before coffee. “Whatever. Can we get pizza tonight? I need a nap and carbs.”

Gordon let out a loud laugh and stuck up a hand in the hopes that his thumbs-up was within range of the projector.

“Preach, bro.” He caught Scott’s eye. “You know, Kayo’s due back around half-six. We could ask her to pick some up on her way.”

“Don’t get Hawaiian,” Alan ordered instantly. “Or at least get some other normal pizzas too which haven’t been contaminated by fruit. Who puts fruit on a pizza? It’s just weird, Gordo.”

Gordon pushed himself fully upright and shuffled within sight. “Hey, Alan? Remind me what a tomato is classed as?”

“We’ll get a selection of pizzas,” Scott interjected smoothly before they could fall into an actual squabble. He leaned forwards slightly to prop his elbow on Gordon’s head, ignoring all muttered protests, a silent command for Gordon to stop antagonising our brother. “Twenty minutes, yeah?”

“Uh huh.” Alan stifled another yawn. “Oh, by the way, how’s your ankle?”

Scott raised a brow. “Are you asking or is this John’s question?”

“John-” the brother in question said, materialising beside Alan’s holo, “-is sick of being snapped at whenever he enquires, so yes, it is my question. Gordon, has he done anything dumb?”

Gordon took a moment to process. “Huh. It is weird to be asked that. Normally I’m the one doing dumb stuff. This is a whole role reversal. Shockingly, no, he’s actually behaved. For once.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Scott cut in. “This is a weird role reversal.”

Kayo’s holo appeared around the same time as Virgil’s, catching the tail end of their conversation.

“What’s a weird role reversal?” Virgil queried.

Gordon jerked a thumb over his shoulder at Scott. “Being responsible for this dumbass.”

“Thanks,” Scott deadpanned. “I’m not paying for your monstrosity of a pizza anymore.”

Gordon dropped his head back against the lounger with another sigh. “So many haters. Kayo, back me up – pineapple on pizza?”

“Fantastic,” Kayo confirmed. “Is this a request?”

“Please?” Alan made puppy-dog eyes which were somehow even more effective when paired with obvious exhaustion. “Can you get pepperoni?”

“Wait. Guys. You’re all here, so I can make my announcement.” Gordon paused for dramatic effect. “I’m pansexual.”

There was a lengthy silence.

“Um, Gords?” Alan ventured. “We already know. Like, we’ve known for years. Was it supposed to be a secret?”

Kayo glanced away to hide her smirk. “He sure as hell didn’t keep it secret last time we went to the mainland. It’s very public knowledge to everyone present at a certain club in-”

“Okay,” Gordon interrupted. “Great. Thanks for that, Kay. Anyway, I never officially came out, so I’m doing it now. Feel free to bring drinks and presents and confetti and maybe invite some friends over and I’ll make a playlist and-”

Scott reached over and flicked him on the forehead. “No parties.”

“Dude.”

“Congrats, Gordon,” Virgil said before chaos could unfold. “We’re all very proud of you.”

“Aw. This is nice. Thanks, guys.” Gordon twisted to beam up at Scott. “Hey Scooter? You know how you could show your support?”

“No, Gordon,” Scott sighed in a long-suffering voice. “I’m not throwing you a party.”

“Ah, dang it. Worth a try.”

#i've been so bad with reblogging everyone's posts lately #thanks to life stuff #but i promise i'll reblog a bunch as soon as i get chance #thunderpride #thunderpride 2023 #thunderbirds are go #the gang's all here

[purplekoop]

I think because of the specific ways I had internet access growing up and what I was dealing with during "traditional fandom baby time", I've felt kind of distant from the standard fandom experience, even for fandoms that I've followed the main official content for while it was ongoing. At most it was a one-way thing, where I could look into the fandom but not really be an active contributor.

I saw 2012 TMNT on the night of the premier and did my best to watch any episodes I could for a good few years after that, but looking up fanart at 2 AM on my phone when my parents couldn't see was the most I really saw people interacting with it further. I saw a Raph x Mona fankid and it blew my mind for... some reason. Look maybe just the image and notion of the tall space lizard lady being affectionate just did something to a young me. I'm not even sure I saw her debut episode before seeing the art so that was. Probably confusing.

There was also Gravity Falls, a show that I was really only able to follow thanks to wiki articles youtubers piecing together the clues that I didn't have the brainpower or ability to pause episodes to figure out myself. Shoot, shoutouts to Valiskibum, a channel I haven't checked on in years but is still a legend for posting about the theory that predicted *Ford.* I don't know if they came up with the theory on their own or if they just made a video sharing it to a wider platform, but in either case they get appreciation from me for making my dumb kid brain aware of it. And even other than that, I watched ANY news about the show LIKE A HAWK while it was still airing. I tried to follow the Cipher hunt but at that point I lost track, and any side media like books and comics that were released after that is news to me whenever it gets brought up now.

But like. Even *then* it feels like there was so much I missed. I've been following Hana Hyperfixates on YouTube lately (their tumblr url is escaping me), and it boggles me that even for a show I stayed caught up with constantly throughout its entire run, fully aware of its deeper mysteries, it still feels like I missed so much of the experience of being a fan of the show because I just. Wasn't in the fandom loop.

And those are just the shows I *did* follow as they were airing, that doesn't even scratch the stuff I wasn't into as it was happening.

I didn't see a full playthrough of *Undertale* until November of *2021* where I played it alongside my partner during thanksgiving break that year. And not making the same mistake twice, I had followed Deltarune soon after its spontaneous reveal, because I didn't have much better to do with my increased internet access. I played Chapter 2 as soon as it came out, so I was lost on everything from the lion waitress to "what's a NEO" until after the fact. Look, I just thought an Undertale was an annoying popular thing my friends with bad taste were into back in middle school. Now here I am, quantum egg on my face, panicking over the fact Papyrus has touched grass.

All this to say that now finally having this here tumblr starting at "only" the age of 20 (which, in the grand scheme of things, isn't as far off from 14 or 16 as people make it out to be, I'm basically just a teenager with more self awareness) is... interesting. In a nice way, I think.

It's this silly little fandom stuff like fics and OCs and RP and AUs that always felt so distant to me, but was basically the later childhood of my partner and many of my current friends. Stuff that they treat so naturally because they basically grew up on it, while I'm basically just now really getting a grasp on it myself.

It's stuff that I'm just now getting the platform for and familiarity with to really let myself indulge in. It's why I'm so happy with the Splatoon OCs, it's me finally getting to have that silly fun with this kind of stuff that it feels like I've been missing out on for a while.

I've had fan OCs before, all the way back in middle school, to the extent they made a full expansive crossover universe combining every series in Smash Bros into a unified cohesive canon (that's where my username comes from in fact, my sona for years was literally just a unique purple-shelled koopa). My friends were in on it and everything. But then after hitting high school, I eventually abandoned that universe, despite the expansive story I made with it. Partly because I felt like it was too convoluted with too many characters at that point, but also because I'd convinced myself it would be stupid to commit to a creative project that I can't make a profit out of. Essentially, I thought it was dumb to put so much energy into something if it wasn't "productive." This was a sentiment it took me way too long to shake.

So! Yeah! This is officially the "living my cringe" era! I'm going to make Splatoon characters with very canon-inaccurate proportions hold hands and give each other a kiss on the cheek! I'm gonna make a Deltarune AU that I know is probably gonna age like milk because the actual story isn't finished yet! I'm going to post my ideas for how I'd turn the TF2 mercs into Overwatch heroes! And NOBODY's gonna stop me!

...

Hey when did 5 AM get here.

#koop's oc stuff #long post #extreme ramble #this was all on mobile #if it was on desktop then I would've used more italics instead of asterisks and all uppercase words #passing out now

[filiaisasacrifice]

Love Witch

Yandere! Entity(DEV) x Reader

Note: He's going to kill me for putting him in an XReader lmao, also, Don't bully MLP, and don't be dumb lol, I actually like the series a little, and my favorite character is Pinky Pie!

When you were a kid you were an ugly little shit, like, kicking your dad's balls with a butter sock style of ugly, you had the personality of a hyperactive rock and it's worth noting that your social status was "doubtful" to say the least.

Tv, the internet, radio, you name it! was a big part of what shaped you as a person, a semi-normal human person.

Entertainment was like your own mother! Who can blame you when the blue light from the store's computer screen fluttered in the dark like butterflies? the dust particles shimmered like snowflakes in the light, the thought was like a drop of poison shimmering and impacting directly on your loins.

In the first video a house twinkling like a Starfire, there were no people except for the breath of the person recording, it wasn't like a burning house ironically ignited the fire of curiosity in your reptilian brain (lizard brain?), it was something else, the fact that someone would do something so evil, was it an abandoned house or were there people inside? Are the police going to catch the perpetrator and treat them like the scumbag they are?

You breathed hot air, even though the back room was cold as a witch's dick.

The second page was a couple of illustrations

Particularly of a man with his arms and legs missing, you thought he was a man at least, it was just a black background with the white border of the "man",

Quite pixelated, like something taken from the fetishist side of Deviantart and artists of dubious quality, maybe the rawness caught your attention, a drawing made out of pure desire without being modified, the type of object that a Witch of Love physically would use for her Amarres.

Sometimes you feel curious and that curiosity leads you to strange places, like when you looked in the back of the ice cream freezer and saw that.

Curiosity was your seductress, your weakness, you would fight losing battles for curiosity, was it a siren or a succubus with all its nuances from "Where do coins go when you flush them down the toilet" to "On a scale of 1/10 how much does it hurt if I throw myself off the roof?"

you clicked the link dramatically.

It was a My Little Pony forum, an old one, ancient, in the number of active users it only had a sad and meek "1", the image was there with a few others of the same nature, if a little bit more boring, just the process of losing limbs in pixelated white lines, you've seen worse in flash games, to be honest, oh, those good days.

"Sigh"

You muttered unimpressed, Your muse had teased you with her sensuality and left you high and dry.

On the bright side, you were number one in something besides clowns.

DEV666: Hey :)

Apparently, you weren't number one, It was a little surprising that the guy was still active, for that they have your respect, however, a stranger on the internet is still a stranger on the internet, as Shakespeare said once.

Anon#133: Suc my dic

short and to the point, an expression of your repressed feelings, it's been SUCH an exhausting few weeks…

DEV666: Rude, Not the rudest thing I've ever been told, I thought a fellow pony enjoyer would understand the concept of love and friendship, but, as always (in these circumstances), I was wrong.

Anon#133: Lmaoo who likes my little poneys, wht are you, six?

You laughed, nothing brightens your night like antagonizing a My Little Pony fan, maybe your adventures were worth it, the future seemed a little more sparkly.

DEV666: Those girls are a hundred times better than you right now, my dear, if you'll excuse me, I'll leave this conversation here >:(

Anon#133: Draama queen, ponis suck crybabyyyy you write like a grandmaaa

You like to think that you are a reasonable person, it was not very reasonable to send them thirteen more messages with random shit, also the lyrics of David Bowie's Space Oddity and the word "penis" twice at the end...

But hey, you could indulge a little.

...

Another response.

DEV666: That's it, I'm coming for you motherfucker.

With that, you closed the page and turned off the computer, time to go back to work.

The store phone rang

Weirdly, the only ones who call are the police and Snuffy from time to time, although he only breathes on the line, well, you think it's Snuffy, sometimes he whispers in Spanish but when you asked him he told you that he doesn't speak Spanish.

RING RING RING!

You take the phone, and the plastic sits at room temperature on your skin.

"Snuffy?"

Someone was breathing on the phone, again, It sounded robotic, like a talking vacuum cleaner.

"What the fuck"

Seriously, what the fuck, who uses Loquendo these days? that's creepypasta-level bullshit.

You looked at the Jesus-shaped stain on the wall as if it was going to give you an answer.

"My little Pony is for losers"

Bep.

with that, you ended the call.

#aesthetic #grunge #80s #90s #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #fem reader #yanderecore #x reader #yandere teratophilia #terat0philliac #obsessive tendencies #yandere monster #monster x human #monster x reader #monster x girl #Trashcan Boyfriend #DEV #tw: body mutilation #male yandere #tw obsessive behavior #analog horror #tw g0re #punk aesthetic #tw obsession

[firebuug]

13, 14 and 31 for the uncommon oc questions? for whatever ocs come to mind first

(also A and B for the creator questions for whoever comes to mind too :> )

before i look at the questions UHHH ill choose eva and centi because theyre bouncing in my head (eva bc brainrot centi bc hes my icon).

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

eva was raised as a little nestie boy and in my mind very fancy rich colors are always light and pastel like marble and stuff and my brain always sees him dressed in white. i think he thinks he looks most dapper in white. maybe even gray. monochromes mostly because its hard to coordinate an outfit when your hair is fuckin Blue and you don't want to look like a stupid clown.

i however am in the impression that eva would look nice in red. and golds. and pale greens. and black. i just like eva

centi does NOT CARE in fact he HATES UNNECESSARY HUMAN CONSTRUCTS. what do you MEAN i cant go out to the supermarket in the human's PAJAMAS eva you are an IDIOT a FOOL a DOG to abiding to such STUPID human standards i am CONSERVING MY ENERGY . he doesn't care....but i guess he'd like colors that help him stealth or that he's had on him as a centipede bug

14. What animal do they fear most?

i . have never thought of this. UH. man i feel like animals are weird in PMworld. do they have zoos. obviously they have animals bc a lot of abnos are animal based but like. are they frequent. do people go to the zoos and see lions anymore. man. anyways i think if Eva met a chimp he would be scared. i feel like if he saw a hippo he'd be kinda scared. i dont think he'd be scared of horses he'd think theyre beautiful. i think, to a city dweller, animals arent as scary as the Daily Horrors you face, but at the same time, eva is a nestie what animals is he seeing? birds?? white eye crust dogs??????? lizards????? i think he'd be scared of snakes. oh my god he'd be scared of snakes. OH MY GOD HIS BOYFRIEND DISTORTS INTO A GIANT SNAKE BUG i think he'd be scared of snakes. i don't think he'd like bugs but he is fine with taking bugs out in a cup or throwing a newspaper at them but i think his parents kept his childhood house as bug-free as possible

centi is scared of anything that is scarier than him because it usually means it is a stronger devil than him. he is a predator bug outside of his fiend form and eats other bugs that are weaker and is very scary but he'd know his fucking place in front of Spider Devil or some shit. also he would probably not like dogs and cats. anything that poses a threat to a little centipede. however. as a human somehting like a bird? he laughs at now. dogs and cats? those can still fuck him up and put him in his place (owww scratches)

31. Who are they the most glad to have met? 

theres very obvious answers here. but genuinely even if they annoy him sometimes or make his work harder eva does appreciate meeting his friends and his future bf at lobcorp because, if he had worked here for this long without making friends with ANYONE. no matter what he tells himself he would have been so much more miserable. having friends isnt what he came here for but its what happened and hes grateful that his friends somehow didnt get tired of him and put up with his rocky beginnings because he doesn't know if he wouldve ever found joy in this work without them

he is also, as expected, very glad to have met julian because otherwise after the wing fell he probably would have no other reason to be on this earth other than "maybe make weird art until you run out of money and starve". jules kind of rocked his mindset too and helped him realize the people around him at the corp Arent just dumb npcs who are expendable, they are Human and Mortal and Will Die. they experience emotion just like him. and even if they ar einsufferable they are human and you will ifnd yourself crying when they die even if you only knew them as the guy from info team who made your life worse. he cant fester in hatred and hope someone innocent eats shit because one day theyll die and he'll be stuck with those emotions, and not everyone comes back like jules did

centi.... well. this is mostly just inner oc stuff with my friend and i's ocs hehe. but he is happy to meet another bug devil like him. because well...i like to think theres SOme sort of solidarity in being a scary bug. maybe hes a bit jealous. but then theyre just..homies. he doesnt have to face the isolation of feeling like an eldrich monstrosity living in some dudes apartment and getting yelled at for being an eldritch monstrosity and being Different and being Caged in a Stupid Inferior Human Body God FUcking Damn It alone. he has another bug guy going thru the same. we must imagine the bug fiends happy

also despite how much he despises eva at first he eventually realizes this weird as fuck THing is actually. not killing him. this is a devil hunter yet he's making me a grilled cheese. whats wrong with hinm. i can throw his stuff around and he can get upset but he will still let me sleep in his house and stand up for me. whats wrong with him. eventually he will slowly warm up to him...but he'll still bother him. thats what fiends do

A) Why are you excited about this character?

for eva? I DONT KNOW . I DONT KNOW!!!!!!!! HES JUST SOME DUDE!!!! BUT I GAVE HIM MY LOVE FOR MUSIC MY LOVE FOR FISH AND GAVE HIM MULTIPLE NEUROSES AND NOW I LOVE HIM . THE FUCK. i also really love his distortion. just. grips heart. a lot of my ocs and stories have this theme of isolation, i guess it's something i like to explore a lot, and considering eva is a (count with me) autistic transgender mentally ill born-rich kid who was raised kind of sheltered from the full extent of horrors and Forced to go down a pre-determined path from birth . and not only that but he becomes even more of a fish out of water post-lobcorp and literally experiences the isolation of not even having a true god reach him through the metal walls of the corporation. idk. i think he's pretty isolationcore and neurosispilled and his distortion is fun because YES WE CAN FINALLY GO APESHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!! CATHARSIS!!! BUT PAIN AND GRIEF MANIFESTED INTO A PHYSICAL BLIND RAMPAGED BEING!!!!!

centi because he is a fucking BUG!!!!!! AND HES EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND HES SILLY!!!!!!!!!!! CARTOONISHLY EVIL FREAK WHO USED TO BE A LEGIT THREAT!!!!!! I LOVE THOSE FUCKERS!!!!!! and not only that HE SHARES A BODY WITH THE POLAR OPPOSITE AND IS A HORRIBLE MONSTER BEING FORCED TO LIVE AMONG HUMA---god damn it its another isolation and not fitting in story. BUG DYSPHORIA

B) What inspired you to create them?

nothing crazy here- eva was randomly generated employee number 2 in my lobcorp facility, i grew attached to him thru keeping him alive and also i liked his grumpy little face. survived to the very end of my playthrough, and juleva started as a crackship but i did like their dynamic a lot..................... things just escalated from there

centi because ummm i made a csm au of my ocs and i wanted julian to be the Centipede Fiend to reference his distortion but i created a whole new personality for the Centipede Devil inside of him and went oh my god i love them, i need them to be a new person, i love them, oh my god

thanks so much for the opportunity to ramble! if you made it this far im marrying you.

#ask #anon #rambles #ocs #eva #centi

[villains4hire]

Zeena (Sonic Series)

1 - I'm gonna be honest. This is all the characters I know from the series: Sonic, Knuckles, Tails, Rogue, Amy, E-102 Gamma, Big the Cat, Cream, and Doctor Robotnik, his stupid robots from that dumb show I liked as a kid and Shadow. Then the Zeti gang, I do not remember anyone else but my dumb lizards and the Sonic's original crew mostly. Then I guess Surge and Kitsunami as I thought their story was cool. I am open to other characters within the series, however, as god did they make a lot of characters over the years.

2 - This character while capable of extreme evil such as even enslaving Sonic potentially or Tails? She mostly just goes along with things and is okay with a lot of messed up stuff happening. So be warned if that's an issue as she's a darker character for Sonic in concept.

3 - This character is open to shipping but she's uh, not going to change herself as a person. If that's an issue for your character? Then it simply won't work, she might become more passive in terms of evil, but brutality wise no.

4 - This character is egotistical enough that if she likes you and you basically play kiss ass? She will probably help you adventure, even if she doesn't care what you're doing. I will probably have her on 'trained' as a tag so she can keep up with Sonic if with a stronger character like him. As I do consider Tails, Sonic, Knuckles, Shadow, Rogue, Amy etc all on levels ahead of Zeena, but mostly because she doesn't put forth in effort. Her species is usually just innately that powerful from the harsh environment, but the Deadly Six are exceptional and so is she. I say this mostly because Sonic is well, Sonic along with his friends that all go 'Super' at some point or another. I'd be fine with her absorbing some good amount of energy to go a form of 'Zeti Super' if you wanted a battle of some kind to that scale.

5 - I am rusty with the lore of her game but remember mostly what happens and rewatched some things, read a few comics, wikis. I more or less have an idea of what I'm going to do.

Just gonna use the canon design, honestly? Yup, even if Lost World sucked for a lot of it. This is one thing they got right, especially if my friggin' brain worms came back after seeing her and the personality years later in the remake/resurgence. I am very canon compliant in this instance for this character but I have a lot of my own flare as noted below.

Do I want them to die: Hrm, no I don't think it's really needed for the series? Robotnik comes back constantly, so I can't see why she can't. Will I have/get icons: I have them, they were a pain to get. Tag: zeti vained (default, multiverse and canon) - trained z (See Powers Below) Age: An adult but her species doesn't age after reaching maturity. Sex: AMAB Gender: Trans Female, she's the only girl of the Deadly Six and seemingly one of the few 'Females'? Soooo yeah. She's trans. She/he, open to the idea of male wife or otherwise. Race: Zeti (Lizard-Ogre/Like Alien Species with great Variance, but mostly reptilian. They've been noted as 'Demons' or based off of Oni) Sexuality: Anyone that is up to her standards and also willing to absolutely kneel to her. But herself always comes first... right? Personality traits: Self-absorbed. Extreme Perfectionist. Extremely narcissistic, lazy, even if she's considered one of the 'stronger' of the group. While she's rather lazy even still later on? She at least trains enough to go head-to-head with Sonic or one of his friends solo in my own fanon. Cold Hearted. Cruel. Extremely selfish. Indifferent. Is rather serious when capable. Fashion savvy, extremely vain. Flirty even while fighting, likes to talk while fighting. Terrifying temper at times if pushed enough. Sadistic, malicious, likes pain. Vengeful. Sassy. Likes to argue, makes fun of people and be REALLY mean about it. Likes to gossip. Calm, stand-offish. Distant. Extremely Loyal if earned. Might be willing to get close enough to be held if she likes you. Loving isn't her strong-suit, however, but can in her own way. Enjoys food, entertainment, certain machines or even games, though... does cheat using her Zeti powers if she's losing bad enough. Enjoys lounging. Slight disdain towards masculine figures. Bit of a wanderer to chill. Lonely deep down at times. Does enjoy a bit of fun. Likes good insults to people. Tends to like friendly aggression back and bonds that way and can become really handsy, it's a specific thing, however. It's different from pissing her off. If she likes you? She will probably pester you, tease, eat all your food, laze in your house without asking, bother you randomly, look through your things. But she's also down to murder people for you no questions asked, go on adventures even if both of you might die, then also actually try to save you? Mostly because you're 'hers' at that point, regardless of relationship, even if not enslaved to her. Granted, expect to massage that ego every step of the way. Mental traits: That of a Zeti. A rather alien mindset, albeit is somewhat relatable though brutal. Physical traits: 3'5 canonically. Has no form of breasts and her 'clothes' is actually just her body, apparently. I'm just as surprised as you are, but that's apparently her skin/scales. Her scales are tough but extremely smooth. Her 'hair' is actually that of feathery down rather than actual hair, it's incredibly fluffy if touched, but if torn or ripped? The fibers penetrate the skin, hide and clog up even machines and then her hair quickly grows back near instantly, but also does piss her off as well. Powers: Most of this is canon powers and then flavoring her in-game specific powers with more illustration, with the exception of 'trained z'. Then going off her wiki as well.

1. Zeti Innate Anatomy and Powers: All Zeti's have the following abilities: Magnetism Manipulation, such as manipulating robots, electronics and so on, taking control of them with ease. Enhanced Durability, Speed, Strength, Jump. Flight. Then a unique form of energy projection for each Zeti. Then just certain sub-powers depending on what it is. (If your character is a robot, machine 2. Zeena's form of energy manipulation: Despite her size? She has extreme physical strength, much more than one would expect, along with speed and dexterity. Using large metal balls much bigger than herself attached to green tethers to rock, roll and move at extreme speeds. These green energy tethers can be manipulated, controlled and absorb energy or latch onto objects, people to use as a weapon, smash, or even energy-whip people.

3. Zeena's minor unique powers: the ability to move through ice, snow and water as if simply flowing through it even if not fracturing ice for example. Assuming she does not need to breathe for this. Then the ability to move at extreme speeds though I believe Sonic is faster but she can keep up with him, mostly from what I'm basing on her being able to plant bombs in an area in a matter of seconds.

4. Weaponry Use: she will use bombs, traps and other things, it seems in canon in other instances such as the comics. Though they're not her main form of attacking if a sudden fight breaks out. Then those claws aren't just for show, granted, she hates using them on anything other than flesh or hide due to not wanting to scratch them to ruin her 'nail-job'.

Trained Z: this is specifically if she trains being able to keep up and even go head to head with Sonic or Sonic-Level Enemies after the events of Lost Worlds if by herself. 5. Enhanced Energy Manipulation: Zeena using a combo of her deceptive strength then energy tethers and metal balls? Will form a flail of sorts that consists of two to four of them and manipulates their spatial trajectory, then using them to slam, smash while also retaining her speeds and swinging them around. Then also using her innate abilities to have the tethers shoot out, link and form something like that of a web from the balls, then the balls capable of linking to surfaces, moving, and detaching. She can also choose to have them all separate in general, slamming to have them shoot like that of a cannon in great force in all directions while controlling their movement. Then usually, she keeps her other hand free to control the tethers, manipulate them and also latch and whip people to ensnare them or beat them down. In other words, to sum it up: a tether flail that can be used to make a green energy battlefield to whip, trap and brutalize her opponents through actual torture and precise brutality. Then the metal/hard-material balls acting as the flail heads or actual she will pin-ball you to death. Motivations: Chill. Eat Good Things. Have Fun. See the next day. Laze about. Be perfect in every way. Maybe be held. Backstory: The wiki's backstory and then anything else? Well, you'll just have to get her to tell you herself.

#zeti vained #trained z #bios #bios save

[yesteryearsnows]

Hyperfixation chronicles: oh my god this shit is literally addicting

Went to the rose bowl and found some good ass shit!!! I’m still so pumped over what I found. I would have bought more but my dumb ass ran out of cash early. Maybe that’s a good thing! Bc most of the stuff I got I can’t bear to let go

1) a genuine Austrian brooch with beautiful garnet red stones and all the gold tone in perfect shape. I don’t think it was worn much at all/kept in box most of the time. I’m shook at how nice it is. And an absolute steal at 35. Austria jewelry is known for the use of the highest quality rhinestones in general. The setting itself is so beautiful ugh I love it.

2) this cherry pin I thought was lucite at first. But I’ve found out it’s in fact a mid century piece from the ussr with gold fill and real Baltic Amber. I was going to walk from this but the vendor let me have it for 10. Also love it 5ever

3) a cute hand painted metal cat brooch! It’s head is on a rivet and can swivel all directions

4) a 1950s Sarah Coventry piece. It’s signed Sarah alone, which was a signature used only from 1951 to 1953 apparently. Beautiful delicate fibrils dotted with purple stones. My friend walked away and i snapped it up. I did read the 60s sets are the most valuable

5) a pretty pin with five stars on green enamel. Also on a swivel. Monkey brain love moving parts.

6) ugh, these earrings make me think of Chanel pieces with the pearl and multicolored stones. In great shape without any pearl damage, surprising on such big pearls. Also keeping this 5ever

7) a Monet bee! Now my friend and I are matching insects

8) a giant green yubaba adjustable ring with white rhinestones around it.

9) got these green glass earrings at Palm Springs for 8. Took them home and saw they’re stamped sterling? I died. They’ll match my green art deco pin perfectly

Moral of story: lizard brain likes shiny things. And rose bowl has a better grade of costume and selection then so many vintage stores! Pasadena is where it’s at