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stupidlyverbose · 8 months

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Leo knows that he's overprotective. It's a trait of his that his brothers have complained about over and over again, but he can't help it. They're his brothers, his family, his everything; it is his job--no, his duty--to keep them safe. So he is overprotective. He asks for check ins, he keeps an eye on them topside, and he's always watching for injuries. Leo's overprotective and he knows it.

Sometimes that manifests in him walking around the lair as everyone sleeps, making sure they're in bed and sleeping and breathing. The part of him that makes his heart race, the part that makes him pace for hours on end, the part that Donnie calls PTSD-induced anxiety, is only satisfied after he knows that his family is safe.

It's on one of those nights, when it's like his very mind is itching and his lungs don't want to work until he's sure, that he finds Mikey. He's just checked on Donnie--for once, his genius brother is in bed instead of asleep on his desk--and Mikey is the last one before Leo goes to bed.

He silently makes his way to his brother's room, stops by the door, and goes to open it, confident that Mikey is asleep since he always is at this time--when he hears a low moan. Leo freezes, blood rushing to his face. Oh.

He... Should have expected this at some point. He's walked in on Raph and Donnie but never Mikey, so he really should have expected this but--

He didn't. Now he's frozen in place, mouth dry as he listens to his baby brother touch himself.

Normally he's able to shake himself loose from the mortification and flee. Normally he's able to leave and go to his room and pretend that it never happened. But right now he can't. In fact, he's leaning closer, straining to catch more of the noises Mikey will make.

The sound of moving sheets and the quiet squeaks of the old mattress. A sigh and the soft squelch of something thrusting in and out of--of--

"Leo," Mikey groans. Leo almost chokes and can't stop himself from peeking into his brother's room. Mikey's on his bed, back arched the best it can be with his shell, two fingers buried in his cloaca. His eyes are half lidded and trained on the ceiling and his fingers are glistening--

Arousal begins to bubble in Leo's gut and he can't seem to look away as Mikey's cock drops and his baby brother wraps his free hand around it. Leo watches, mouth open, feeling himself start to grow wet, as Mikey desperately jerks himself off, calling Leo's name the entire time.

When Mikey's head turns to look at the door, Leo bolts, heartbeat thundering in his ears. He slams his door shut behind him, slumping against it and staring down at where his own cock stands tall. He groans and sinks to the ground, covering his face in shame.

"What is wrong with me?" he mutters in despair, and resolutely does not touch himself. Nope. He's fallen this far. He isn't going to fall farther. Instead, he drags himself to bed and desperately tries to empty his mind.

Tomorrow is going to be so awkward. He's just lucky Mikey didn't know he was there.

(Across the lair, Mikey grins to himself. Ha! He knew Leo would be into it. Now he just has to get his brother to come into the room instead of just watching.

Another day, maybe.)

#tcest #leomikey #tmnt 2012 #2012 leomikey #idk how tf to tag this stuff lmao so thats all y'all will get outta me #wordy writes #should i tag this as nsfw?? I've literally never posted anything like this on Tumblr.com so idk lol #lmk if i should #how tf do yall write sex between the turtles Ive been reading so much and still find it hard. is it bc Im overthinking it. i think that's i

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piosplayhouse · 2 years

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Ok I've like briefly mentioned this a few times in replies to people but I don't think I've ever made a total post about it so I'll just put it out now- this weird moral perception that svsss is less pure/inferior to mdzs and tgcf creates a weird cult mentality that silences discussion around triggering content in the other two, something that can and is very harmful for people who go into the books expecting otherwise.

I know this because I experienced it! When I read sv, I had a pretty good idea of the content in it from tl osmosis and general discussion around it being that it's more "problematic" in comparison to the other two, so I knew what to expect going into it and was equipped to skip any parts that I knew would be uncomfortable for me. And I really enjoyed it, of course! On the other hand, mdzs was really pitched as the classic "gay dads and their son!" book with this sort of hurt/comfort super pure love narrative, so that's what I had expected going into it. And it quite obviously.... was not that! I remember being viscerally uncomfortable and disgusted with some of the touchier scenes near the end, and that really fucked with my perception of the book to the point where I couldn't read the extras for a long time because everything I had heard about it was so different from my experience with the material. After that, it took me a really long time to read tgcf. I don't think I've ever mentioned this because obviously I got over it and I did but I was really hesitant on starting it because I had such a bad experience with mdzs.

And obviously I know it was fully my choice to read it, I probably should have gone digging for some primers beforehand regardless of spoilers; this also isn't an argument that it shouldn't have had that content at all either, of course. Now I'm older and I've dealt with some stuff and I'm comfortable being a fan of it. But it's really so important to just be frank and own up to problematic content in media you like, especially when you're recommending it to other people. That's why when people tell me they're starting scum villain I always link a tw list and tell them they can contact me if they need any specifics to watch out for. Acting like things in media that you like don't exist just because it changes the image that you're trying to portray it with just harms people in the long run, and really shouldn't be such a common practice as it is these days.

#dont overthink this too much its not really supposed to be some kind of essay or extensive research post #its really just giving my personal opinion and disclosing some of my experiences #because idk #its my blog lol #anyway hope everyone's having a good day!! im gonna go get dinner hehe #i think ill treat myself to something a little fancy because this week was rough #work wise #and if you can please treat yourself too!!! you deserve it!!#long post #long posts

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uglygaldumdum · 3 days

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#maybe im overthinking it #idk lol #mitski #grunge #idk man #idk why #im crying #manic pixie dream girl #drepressed #girlblogging #girl interrupted syndrome #i’m just a girl #silly goofy mood #satirical #satire

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raamitsu · 11 months

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HIS BEAUTY? THAT’S SO UNREAL OF YOU, CHARLES.

#wdym honored by the ‘seat of diamond?’ does it imply that he got a chair wrapped in diamond??#i believe this is the first time we met this character in this new chapter #he looks as if he got a history that linked up to vanoe but idk lol maybe im overthinking #vnc #vnc spoilers #vanitas no carte #vanitas no carte spoilers #the case study of vanitas #case study of vanitas

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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year

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the good thing about asperger's no longer being a diagnosis is that it's just called level 1 autism spectrum disorder now. i know i probably shouldn't be poking around in the mental health of strangers online, but as an autistic person myself, your struggles resonated with me. ever since i've been able to accept, understand, and begin to provide myself accommodations for my autism, my mental health has improved tremendously. autism is also co-morbid with oodles of other conditions, so it is definitely possible to have autism and other conditions that may have overlapping symptoms

It's funny, I was diagnosed, accepted it, over analyzed and rejected it, subsequently forgot about it entirely, then when the only helpful counselor I ever had brought up the idea I was like: Oh yeah! That makes sense. And went through the same process over again. I will say, having someone point out that something might be inhibiting my ability to interact with people was extremely helpful. Because I just thought I was really bad at it and processed it as a point of failure (which was intolerable). At one point she said "You don't have to do things you don't want to just because you feel like you should" and I think about that a lot. That should have been obvious but it was like she slapped me with a fish

#i used to pretend to be a person a lot more. now im just like im too fucking tired to not be anything but myself #ill wear whatever weird patterns i want. ill avoid all eye contact and say whatevers in my head. bc usually its nothing #harmful. perhaps a bit blunt but usually in a way thst makes ppl laugh. with me or at me idk but whatever #ill be as weird as i want. i wear fucking white moon boots around everywhere lol. ay now im just being defensive bc #these r the things my sister would make fun of me for lol. point is im probably autistic and overthinking it #but in the past few yeas when the obsessive compulsive behavior started to become a more and more obvious problem i was like hm maybe its #something else and my brain restricts even the words i use in the context i use them so i became no longer allowed to say oh yea im #autistic. which is annoying. thr malignant force that is my obsessive compulsive tendencies. which again im not allowed to name bc its not #allowed without an official diagnosis bc thats how my brain work 👍#level 1 autism sounds Hilarious tho. the teired heavens of autism. ive only ascended to level 1. allegedly.#god. my brain. y do i have to plausible deniability myself. its like im waiting for someone to collect evidance and make an arrest bc of #messy liguistics. ay ay ay. there r 2 wolfs inside me. one is trying to drown the other lol #unrelated #me when i have to b around ppl: actually im an insect person. an alien studying humans. watch them go #but no no im not one of them. im simply an observer

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hopkei · 2 months

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#lol sorry to randomly post about rampage when that is not my lane🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️#(is just fantaro not a real exile tribe stan)#idk the other fandoms so im always worried ill accidentally say sth ignorant🥲#but i figure we're all allies against ldh after the copyright thing so i felt ok to post it lol #it is 2am and hopkei is being weird and overthinking ok bye

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doveotion · 4 months

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i constantly wonder if I love too much bc my friends always think I'm IN love with them like. yes I would marry you. no not like that

#diary #do i come off too strong or something. do i hug them too much. do i compliment them too much #idk i think about this a lot #tbh... im nice to a fault so i think people take my kindness and want it to be something else #only on rare occasions will i ask someone why they think i like them because im scared of fhe answer lol #am i just stupid or overthinking this entirely. ?????

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kookoofufu · 2 months

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I am having A Moment with this fic and feel very much like a loser hack fraud, so here's a bit of the beginning which I'm proud of and the only part I'm confident about not changing because if I don't post something somewhere I will go insane.

Summary: In a certain town in a certain island of the Grand Line, a young waitress thinks she’s got Sir Crocodile figured out. She couldn’t be more wrong.

Week 1

In a certain town in a certain country of the Grand Line, the arrival of ex-warlord Sir Crocodile just a few days after the events of Marineford caused a stir. Norah, waitress at the seaside cafe-slash-bar Caffe Dante, pretended to read as her fellow townsfolk gossiped about their encounters with the scarred man in town.

“That warlord is a hell of a smoker. Bought up all my cigars,” said Luka, the smoke shop owner, while drinking bourbon.

“They came to my shop for custom suits,” said Giovanni, the tailor, over a glass of wine. “Didn’t say much. Bodyguard flinched a bit when I measured him. Seems like they’re injured from the war and recovering here.”

“Then this is the perfect time for the Marines to come get them!” cried Bianca, the hotelier, banging her stout onto the counter. “Corner them in their room! They could slip out any day now!”

“Then why don’t you call?” asked Leo, the bar owner and Norah’s boss, drying glasses behind the counter.

“Hell no. Don’t want to get mixed up in that high-level stuff. Besides,” she added with a whisper, “what if they found out?”

Then Norah saw them herself.

She was alerted during her mid-afternoon Wednesday shift when the patrons inside started murmuring and casting fearful glances toward the outside seating area. When she looked up, her heart dropped.

Norah played rock-paper-scissors with her fellow server Marlon and lost.

“W-what can I get for you gentlemen?” She clung to her notepad like a shield. He was her height when sitting down.

“Whisky,” said the warlord around his cigar, draping his fur-lined coat over the seat. It probably cost more than she made in a year. He didn't look at her as he flipped open the newspaper and leaned back, making himself comfortable.

“Tea, please,” said the bodyguard, arms crossed. His face was unreadable from behind his sunglasses.

Norah got the drinks. Her trembling hands caused her to spill tea on the newspaper skewered on the warlord’s golden hook. When she looked up, his eyes were on her.

“Nervous?” He sneered, blowing smoke in her face. She didn’t answer, blinking away smoke-induced tears and quickly walking inside.

“Are you okay?” All eyes on her. The patrons looked ready to bolt, if only they could leave without him noticing. She nodded, then rushed to dry-heave into the nearest trash can.

“I’m calling the Marines,” said Leo.

“Good idea,” she replied from the trash can.

The Marines weren’t coming. Something to do with structural reorganization and paperwork over a special bounty for the criminals who participated in Marineford. Ridiculous. “Try to keep him around,” said the Marine on the other end of the line. “It helps us to know his location.”

The warlord seemed to like Caffe Dante, to Norah’s dismay. When the customers outside abruptly left and she smelled that unique smoky blend of leather and tobacco on the wind, she knew they had returned without needing to look.

“Oh. You’re… back.” She couldn’t keep the disappointment out of her voice as they took up the same positions and casual attitude as last time. She went through the motions of tucking the serving plate beneath her arm and plucking the pencil from behind her ear to take their order, almost able to hide her shaking. Almost.

“Calling the Marines didn’t work, eh?” Of course he knew. And despite Leo’s warning not to say anything, she couldn’t help but deadpan:

“I didn’t call them, my boss did.”

He stared. Then, God help her, he cackled.

“Brave one, aren’t you?” He commented after calming down. “A rare find in a world full of cowards. What do you want, Daz?”

“Tea, please,” Daz said, uncrossing his arms.

“Whisky.”

She brought the drinks and made herself scarce. The rest of their stay passed without incident until he beckoned her with his ringed fingers to pick up the check.

Her eyes widened. “You tipped?” She blurted out, disbelief overriding any sense of fear or self-preservation.

“Yes?”

“You didn’t last time.”

“You called the Marines last time.”

Touché.

#fanfic #my stuff #one piece fanfiction #i got a good idea riiiight as i was about to finish that could potentially change the whole thing and mean a ton of rewriting #i do not want to do that. but i dunno if i will be satisfied if i finish what i have now.#so maybe i add a bit now without rewriting. but that could fuck up the pacing.#maybe i will relax and work on something else for now idk im overthinking #my beta reader likes it so far and thats all that matters lol

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perenlop · 11 months

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i love kirby super star fanfic or comic adaptations where marx and kirby are actually best friends during the course of the entire game and marx blindsides kirby, to the point where i want to do something soooort of similar with my kirbyverse, but i also just kinda love how in canon marx was just like “im gonna very specifically ruin this guys week”

#i think marx is less outright evil and murdery and more ''i just want to fuck around with no one to stop me''#saw itsquakey say that marx seemed to be an antagonist more out of petty antagonism where he just wanted to play tricks with no backlash #and i gotta replay milky way wishes again to verify that bc ill admit i never paid that much attention to his dialogue but thats interesting #or at least it differentiates him from magolor a bit more #who more or less just outright wants to rule the universe #im torn on whether or not i want him and kirby to be besties tho #for one im like. so unsure if i want him to be the same age as kirby #bc ngl ive always seen marx as rather young so i saw him and kirby as being the same age at one point #and magolor was also the same as them. but now i firmly see magolor as like in his early 20s or so mentally #mayyybe a late teen at best? and i feel like if he and marx are gonna be a duo itd be cool to keep em the same age?#but then i want marx and kirby to be like. direct parallels in some way like idk. theyre the same age yet had totally different circumstance #that shaped who they became (still sort of want to play into my ''marx is a mirror of kirby'' hc from when i was little)#ig i could just also age up kirby but like youll have to pry child kirby from my dead hands #none of this matters ik its not like i ship marxolor or marxby or anything (anymore) but like idk #maybe im overthinking it LOL #idk tho basically idea is that marx and kirby are actually childhood best friends who've known each other since they were newborns #but like. besides that i have no ideas sdklfjsdlkfjsdlkfsd i used to have an edgy ass backstory for marx where his parents were murdered #and thats valid if you have something like that for his backstory but idk if i want to go that route anymore #bc marx is less villainous here and more ''i have no real moral compass and i want to fuck with people''#idk im throwing spaghetti at the wall btw nothing here is verified at all #echoed voice

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mukamibabe · 2 years

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Hi!

Maybe a scenario on Karlheinz and Richter getting addicted to their s/o's blood? Like they had her blood once and ever since became addicted to it.

ok... because i'm not sure if you meant karl and richter separately or not so.. i present you with all three options: karlheinz, separate, richter, separate and then both! karlheinz and richter being addicted to their s/o's blood. i.. just got another thought of them ,, 'accidentally' getting addicted to eachother's s/o's blood's(?). ? i dont feel like im phrasing it right. and if that was terrible grammar? i don't have an excuse other than - sometimes i'm dumb sdhfksdf anyways. i may post that last idea in another post, kinda depends if anyone wants it/?? but for now!!:

also. it killed me to actually write short scenarios for once lmao also if the cuts bother anyone just let me know?? im not new to tumblr etiquette but its been a while jdskfhsd if anyone has issues with it please tell me bc i have no idea

karlheinz + richter sakamaki getting heavily addicted to their s/o's blood. (both separate and also. not lol)

umm, for content warnings i guess, there's really not much to any of this but is more like.. a mental dive into like.. their sanity during this ?? ahfdss i almost want to say it gets yandere-ish, but honestly i'm not sure. dialovers has really confused me with such lmao

if this isn't to your liking/what you preferred, i'll rewrite to your liking!! still not sure if i'm making sense but its 4 am. yea i know i write everything at 3-4 am buuut.. everything still comes out ok right??? DSjfhdsf idk i feel like it also came out more of like. a poem or something. hfhghd just let me know ok?? thank you for the requests as always <3

edit: this might seem a little sloppy ? maybe? hopefully not ??? i ended up writing this a while back and coming back to something after a while .. is tricky. i still really hope this is okay!! i need to get content out hjgfdsf busy times ;;

karlheinz

He wasn't sure how it happened. He could recall when, however. As cheesy as it may be, Karlheinz' first taste of them was, for some reason, one of the things he'd craved the most since a long time. After he had gotten just a taste of their blood for the first time, it almost drove him mad with how much he wanted more. Not only because controlling that itch is difficult (though not exactly a struggle for a more powerful vampire such as himself), but also because he couldn't put a finger on why. Why did their blood taste like nobody else's he's had? It was almost annoying with how Karlheinz' thoughts were busy running constantly, the taste stuck in his mouth yet, there was none of it.

It was dangerous. For both of them.

If the king started to lose himself even more, which he already was, for some reason he couldn't piece together, which then added yet another thing to his mental, and physical torment. Something in him snapped that very first bite, and ever since, the man has felt himself lose his grip on both himself as well as reality. Even if he had indulged, the more frequently he did so, the more likely death was to approach his beloved.

And for whatever reason, even daring to think about living without them was painful. He felt as if he should keep them isolated, protected from his desires that only got greedier day by day. Was it fear? Karlheinz did not believe so, but what he did believe was that this had to end. Before he truly went mad. Before they die. In which Karlheinz would tear them apart, savoring their delectable, deadly blood for the last time. Perhaps it'd be better that way. If they no longer existed in the world, it would make things so much easier for Karlheinz.

This likely wasn't love, Karlheinz knew so already. But did it matter? As long as he could keep them to himself, with no one to interrupt.. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. For it to just be the two of them, his sweet little thing that makes the man want to succumb constantly.

To be rid of them was definitely the best option, if both Karlheinz and his precious prey held any value for their life. This sudden downslide of his sanity was a first, and every possible way he could think of for handling it did not please him. If Karlheinz kept them, they’d be completely drained after a point of time. If he disposed of them, there’d be an emptiness to Karl that couldn’t be filled. Letting them live but keeping a distance from Karl would not work, either. The thought of anyone else drinking their blood was almost... painful.

There was another option, however, if such thing was possible.

To turn them. To stake his claim over them forever.

There were to many options. None of which he wanted to pursue, really. He wasn’t sure about any of it. He wasn’t sure how they managed to beguile him in such a way.

What he did know was that this obsession he had over them- the way they had him completely spellbound, somehow- was frustrating. And, it was definitely not going to last for long.

richter

In the perspective of this brooding vampire, love at first sight was nonexistent. The way he treated his prey almost said otherwise, though it certainly wasn’t love. Nor did it have anything to do with sight; rather, it was taste. He had always been an obsessive man, an obsessive lover. It was almost inevitable for everyone he managed to get close with. The number of such is low, for sure, especially for being someone his age, but regardless, this has happened before.

Unlike his awful brother, Richter could expect this. He foresaw it the moment he even considered drinking their blood. It wouldn’t be the first time, and, if they are able to survive his obsession, which was already pretty intense, then hopefully it’d be the last. It also wouldn’t the first time he’s said such a thing.

To his own dismay, he knows this should end. He’s not concerned for himself, but his beloved, rather. As odd as it may seem, the man has loved before. His view of love may be just as strange as the rest of his family, but did it matter? His love also just so happened to be one of the reasons he was thriving, both figuratively and literally. Blood was a powerful thing, and after so many years, Richter could admire it, at least slightly. At the very least, he was thankful.

However, in this case? Their blood was purely his. He knew this, yet, he worships it. He worships them, for being his, for being such a bewitching creature. Maybe it wasn’t just them, perhaps it was just his nature to dive deep into any sort of attraction he develops. Maybe it was something else completely.

He knew what he had to do. It would be merciful. The ‘humane’ thing to do.

As if he had morals.

His love was not safe near him, and truthfully, it was a genuine concern whether or not they’d survive Richter’s never-ending hunger for everything they had to offer him. Blood, body, soul. But, he wasn’t strong enough to do so. They were his weakness.

And he planned to keep them for as long as possible.

+ bonus karlheinz & richter

Again.

Of course.

Fate was not kind to Richter, and he was aware of this. Yet, it seemed the world was not content with allowing him to not compete for love.

If this was even a matter of ‘love’. It was definitely arguable- he enjoyed their company, sure, but whether their company beat their blood taste? There was a clear winner, for now, anyways.

Yet again, the younger Sakamaki must fight for what he desires. Because, naturally, his elder sibling yet again had no need to fight for anything. It was them. The one Richter had grown ..attached to, putting it lightly. And what does Karlheinz do? Swoop in and try to seduce them into his own arms?

It was horrid. But, unsurprisingly, not the first, and definitely wouldn’t be the last. It seemed to be the way the world worked- Obviously fate favored Karlheinz over Richter. Surely.

Karlheinz did not believe so. Was there an issue with seeking out what you desire? Karlheinz knew what good blood tasted like, had sampling plenty throughout his life. He just had an eye for it, you could say. Apparently, this was something he had in common with his brother- the dark haired man had a knack for picking out good prey, something Karlheinz couldn’t deny. So, why wouldn’t he try to get a taste?

In Karl’s eyes, if they truly were a good little pet, they wouldn’t need to even think of any options. Why refuse him? He could show them a world so much better than any way his brother might have already.

Unfortunately, as lovely as it may be, at least for Karl, the two brothers can’t fight forever. Eventually, one of them will give up, despite both of them sharing yet another similar characteristic- determination. Ambition. Stubbornness, even.

It’d be a constant tug-of-war over the prey, and at some point, their toy might lose themself before they choose one brother over another. Neither Sakamaki will allow for it. They belonged to them. Not both, exactly, but with the rate in which things were happening, neither were going to give up any time soon.

Perhaps all three would just have to get used to endless sharing.

#HGdfshgf more about putting things under read mores: i know it's good to do so where like. . there's like. mature/triggering content #and also longer content. i just have no idea what's *too* long and what's not lol #i mean? i dont think anyone's annoyed by it and i'm 100% overthinking but shhh let me #but also dont lol thanks #its terrible and awful!! and a waste of my time!!!#cindy said :) tantrum time #no honestly not really jsdfhsdf im just tired and abusing the tagging feature. and using it as my diary lmao #also.. ive been fixated on other things. dl is still here i promise #its actually providing me lots of inspo so thats fun #honestly i'm just trying to figure out how to balance my free time more #life requires lots of work and im just ! living Jsfdjdf i want to keep myself occupied with other activities that im fixated over #first one being : genshin #the other one is a secret but its super dark. like very. anyways #yeah that's where ive been #then?? then i just fell into naruto again somehow lmao #it always happens to me :'((((#FJDHFJDSFH #right now the fixation is on sasuke. for some reason. umm #KHFdsfs #honestly idk if i like this but i just needed to post something #or else i'd get eaten up by guilt #i hope this is okay ;;;;#Diabolik Lovers #yandere diabolik lovers #like i said i feel like i went with a completely different style with this one ..?? i dont think i love it but.. whatever #karlheinz #karlheinz sakamaki #karlheinz sakamaki x reader #richter sakamaki #richter sakamaki x reader

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