#HI THIS HURT ME

[gdcatboys]

The kings liked having them all in the bed after sex, and it was big enough to fit multiple people comfortably. Phil was sandwiched in between Wilbur and Techno, with his wings covering them both and Dream wrapped around Wilbur’s back like a backpack. Phil made a small noise and nestled closer to Techno. Techno swallowed painfully, trying to stay relaxed and not cause a scene. There was a red mark on Phil’s throat, where he’d choked him.

He didn’t deserve to have this.

Phil had been so beautiful, gasping for air and bending under his grasp. Phil had ducked his head and submitted, and Techno had liked it. He’d kept going. He’d seen Phil kneel to him and told him he was good, like Techno owned him. He’d become everything he hated. he was probably right on the edge of breaking out the whip. And Phil still looked at him like he was worth something.

He nudged Phil gently back towards Wilbur. He’d be safer there. Techno didn’t dserve to have him curled into him trustingly. He wasn’t worthy of trust. Phil pressed a sloppy kiss to his neck and turned over, snuggling into Wilbur. Techno stayed where he was, under Phil’s wing and tried not to feel cold.

[deathfavor]

@laduendee​​ said: [ COMFORT ] // peiwen!

FOREHEAD PROMPTS [ COMFORT ]:     in a gesture designed to comfort the receiver after an emotional blow, the sender gently closes the distance between them, and touches their forehead against the receivers.

   LIng Wen was far from a stranger to the brutal and cruel onslaughts of comments that people and gods made about her. She weathered it without complaint and without acknowledgement, letting people reaffirm her HEARTLESS nature.  Except for the one accusation that rang deafeningly in her ears despite it being a whisper easily lost in the communication array. She probably orchestrated Shi Wudu’s failure. It was the first comment in centuries that struck somewhere vulnerable, that made her want to snarl and lash out like an angered beast. But what could she say? Pointing it out would make it come to everyone’s attention. And she only had herself to blame now that the Brocade Immortal had been spilled to some degree and standing beside Jun Wu. 

   But it hurt. It hurt like shards of glass ripping into skin. She would never- Even what Pei Ming had gone through had never been what she wanted. It hadn’t been intended to be like that. Not when it was them. Anyone else she wouldn’t have cared. But not them. Never them. It tasted bitter and repulsive on her tongue to contemplate, the thought sliding around in her brain like a vile intruder, termites through the foundation of a building. She stopped listening, let the communication array regulate itself and the conversation changed to something else.

   A shuddery breath left her lungs and she winced in pain as she uncurled her fingers, blood staining the tips of each delicate finger from how tightly her hands had been clenched. She could hear Pei Ming behind her approaching, and made a half-hearted attempt to hide her hands beneath the fabrics of her robes. But it was far from a surprise to feel him catch her hands to see the damage. Martial gods always did have a keen sense for when blood had been spilt, even something as minor as this. But for once......Ling Wen couldn’t look him in the eyes. Had he heard? Or had he merely sense something was wrong?

   She choked on a surprised noise when she felt his forehead pressing against hers, icy gaze cast downwards despite how much part of her wanted to look up.  “  What are you doing, Ol’ Pei? “  She murmured after a second, even when it felt like the emotional wounds from earlier were multiplying like damaged porcelain ready to give out.

    She felt exposed in front of him like this, bared in a way she never was. Even when they slept together and she physically was, she always had that steel in her aura. But now she felt ripped open and raw. She had cried before, but that had only been on the night Shi Wudu’s body had come back, and her tears had been witnessed by no one other than the empty halls of his palace. She dealt with her wounds in silence and alone. Not like this. Not with someone else to see.

   It ached in her chest to not look at him even when he stood so close. It’d be cruel to shove him away when he was clearly trying to help without demand, without those cheesy lines he used for others. She was no helpless woman that needed saving. He knew that. She knew that, and he knew more than anyone else what she could do. He wouldn’t be here if he doubted her, but her throat closed up all the same with each swallow as she squeezed her eyes shut and pressed a little more into that forehead touch.

   A simple little gesture, yet it felt like the sole lifeline that she had in this moment. How absurd that she could keep the entire Heavenly Realm running yet couldn’t handle a little of this forced vulnerability. Ling Wen stayed still for a moment before retracting her hands from his grip - but she didn’t disappear as might be expected. Instead she hesitated for a moment before reaching her arms up to wrap around his neck and bury her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. She would not cry, she refused to let an idiot’s words make her shed tears. But she stayed like that, pressed into his familiar warmth without a word yet saying so much in a simply gesture.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[caffstrink]

Comic about something that happened in 2019

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby and Into the pit Oswald have similar “friends”..

[courtmartialme]

how foolish can one man be?

[reds-skull]

My mom named one of the street cats she feeds Tommy, so I thought to myself, "what if..."

[fanaticalthings]

Jason:

Also Jason:

when you're worried about your dad but you also have a reputation

Masterlist

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Heh...Literally nothing personal, kid.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[christadeguchi]

you think YOU had a bad day at work?

bonus: sid shrieking "no!!!! NO!!!!!" loud enough to be heard in the stands and on camera

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[shotmrmiller]

asking simon if he can rub your back because it aches from being hunched over a desk all day and he does... for about 30 seconds before moving down to the back of your thighs, thumbs digging into the soft flesh. your protest dies on your lips when his hands move up, kneading your arse, giving it a squeeze hard enough to pull a hiss from you.

useless man. he makes your backache worse with the spine-jarring thrusts he gives you (and with the way he loops an arm around your neck, forcing you to arch your back as he pulls you to him when he snaps his hips forward.)

[batbabydamian]

wondered when exactly Damian started casually chatting with his hallucinations of Alfred in Robin (2021)

figured isolating himself in a dark tower carrying pictures of Alfred and the weight of his death would do the trick! (Detective Comics (2016) #1032)

[hinamie]

brighter days ahead

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

[ ID in ALT ]

he giggles

[egophiliac]

well, I can't say I expected the new chapter to feature Idia (metaphorically) going to (metaphorical) hell, getting a pep talk from his (metaphorical) Phantom brother which helps him finally move on once and for all from his brother's death, and (metaphorically) overblotting again to fight his way back out of (metaphorical) hell, only to have his darkest fear (non-metaphorically) come true when his mom goes through his computer and finds all his secret files. but I am glad it did!

also this is all a flashback for the purpose of explaining to our group what the heck is going on (whether or not any of it is getting through is another matter)