#and those giant fuckers with the masks

[selfdiagnosedeyemotif]

i do wanna say that Deepnest is perhaps the greatest feat of ambience i have ever seen because they really did nail the vibe they were going for. unfortunately that vibe is one of abject horror and i need to get THE FUCK

OUT OF HERE

[ghostismybbygorl]

141 sleeping habits

Soap

He sleeps with 3 comforters, hella squish mellows he also has to have white noise to fall asleep

He is a restless sleeper he'll start on the right side of the bed and wake up upside down on the other side of bed

He sleep walks

He once made waffles and ate them in his sleep

Ghost watched the whole thing happen he has a video of it and uses it for black mail

He snores but like not bad bad, he usually snores if he ends up on his back

He wears a XL T-shirt to bed with a pair of loose fitting boxers

He's both a night and morning person. He has a set schedule where get gets up at 5 to work out but after that he'd go back to sleep and wake up at like 12, 1:00 ish. I feel like he stays up to 2 am at the most

Ghost

Chronic insomniac but with a cup of lavender mint tea, a weighted blanket and a pitch black room he'll sleep like the dead

He lies on his back with his hands on his stomach occasionally rolling over to his side

He's a very light sleeper if he hears footsteps or people talking outside his room he wont fall asleep

He sleeps with the mask on, a hoodie, and soft pajama bottoms

He usually wakes up without his mask cause he'll take it off in his sleep

He only sleeps with one plushie and thats the plague doctor plushie

We all know he's a night owl and he's asleep all day fuckers a vampire.

Price

Sounds like a whole ass chainsaw when he sleeps

Definitely has sleep apnea and uses those machines when he goes to bed

Like ghost he sleeps on his back with his arms crossed

HE SLEEPS IN HIS BIRTHDAY SUIT just butt ass naked

He sleeps with a thin ass blanket too he's always hot

He sleeps to night time nature sounds reminds him of camping

Hes got one of those temperpedic pillows

He goes to bed at 10:00 sharp and wakes up at 6 am every day

Gaz

He talks in his sleep

Price had a whole conversation with him one night and the next morning gaz did not know what he was talking about

He sleeps on his stomach with a pillow under his leg or curled up in fetus position

He sleeps with a hand made quilt that his mom made him (he also sleeps with his childhood blanket)

He uses one of those giant squish mellows as a pillow

He sleeps in either a tank top or shirtless with his breifts on rare occasions hell sleep nude

Gotta take melatonin to fall asleep and he has a white noise maker he brings along

He stays up till about 3 and will sleep in til 3 mans needs his beauty sleep to function

Fuck it lets do könig

König

Most of the beds dont fit him so he usually sleeps diagonally in fetal position

He likes the little tiny plushes he has a whole army of them

He has a body pillow (not one of THOSE body pillows) he likes to hold while he sleeps

He sleeps in pure silence

He doesnt wear his mask but he has the blanket over his head

He sleeps with those giant ass fluffy soft blankets

He sleeps shirtless with sweat pants or those cute pajama pants

He goes to bed at 10:00 and sleeps tile maybe 8 or 9

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Eddie Munson's family dinner

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 23

Prompt: Uncle Wayne adopts Steve

Rated: M

CW: nudity

Tags: Modern AU; Rockstar Eddie; Royal Steve; Established relationship

Notes: Continued from days 11 and 14. I can't get this AU outta my head, halp!

Eddie can't recall the first time he saw Steve. 

In all likelihood, he was two years old and Steve a tiny, wrinkly baby. His face was all over the news in the days and weeks following his birth, after all. Cradled in his mother's arms, staring bleary-eyed into the world as newborns tend to do - only that in his case, the entire world was staring back. The birth of the King's and Queen's first child had been long-awaited after all, a once-in-a-generation event. 

In the years that followed, Steve was always just … kind of there. A strange-but-familiar boy who kept popping up on TV and the front pages of magazines, living a life so different they may as well have been from different planets. 

Eddie still remembers fixing dinner in the trailer's tiny kitchen one night, news droning in the background. 

"Poor kid," Wayne grumbled. 

Eddie, sixteen and a giant shithead at the time, paused in putting the plates down on the table and glanced up to follow his uncle's gaze to the TV. 

"Oh yeah, woe is him. Must be so fucking hard, living in a palace. Having an army of servants to wipe your ass and shit." 

On the TV, the Prince sat between his parents at some sports event or other, a tiny carbon copy of his father with his Italian suit and carefully styled hair. Clapping at all the right times, face a polite, empty mask of a smile.

Wayne huffed. "Ain't no kid deserve that kinda shit. Always under scrutiny, paraded around like some trained dog." 

Eddie rolled his eyes and changed the topic and they didn't talk about it any further. 

*

Wayne's plates are still the same ones that Eddie was putting on the table all those years ago. Eddie has offered time and again to buy something new, but the stubborn old shit won't have it. Insists that Eddie already bought him a whole-ass house with the money from that first record deal, a car after the second, he won't die of a chipped plate or ten, thank you very much. He'll just have to get him new ones for Christmas, he guesses.

"This is delicious, Mr Munson," Steve is saying. He's sitting next to Eddie, back ramrod straight, elbows at a perfect angle, dissecting the meatloaf with careful precision. 

Like some trained dog. 

"My mom's recipe," Wayne hums, but then he sets down his own cutlery, expression serious. "Now … what are your intentions with my nephew?" 

Eddie flushes about twenty shades of crimson. Incidentally, so does Steve. 

"I …" he sputters, all traces of composure suddenly gone. "Well, I like Eddie a lot." 

"I figured …" Behind Wayne's beard, his mouth twitches. "Seeing how you're wearing his clothes and all." 

Steve blinks down at himself. They make sure to keep it low-profile when they're together. The paparazzi never sleep, after all, and they've both had their fair share of run-ins with the fuckers in the past. Which is why he's wearing a red-and-black flannel he stole from Eddie, faded and soft from too many cycles in the wash. Eddie wants to burn all the Italian suits in the world, wrap him up in soft and comfy clothes always. 

"Um …" Steve says. 

Wayne smiles. 

"Relax, son, I'm pulling your leg." If he notices how Steve tenses at the word son, he graciously ignores it. "Now are ya gonna take my boy's hand, or what?" 

Steve gapes. 

"Might as well," Eddie winks, takes the knife from Steve’s limp fingers and entwines their hands. "He'll just keep nagging until he gets what he wants." 

Their gazes lock and Steve smiles. Not a mask. The real one. The one where his eyes light up and he looks five years younger. The one that Eddie is rapidly becoming addicted to. 

He turns back to eating his dinner one-handed and remembers another boy, a boy from a very different planet, getting coaxed out of his shell over the same plates, the same meatloaf. 

Fuck the plates, he decides. Wayne is getting a whole damn kitchen for Christmas, whether he likes it or not. 

*

"He's a great guy, your uncle," Steve mutters into Eddie’s chest later that night. They're all curled up in Eddie’s bed and he's naked except for the flannel. He claims it's to ward off the cold air seeping in through the open window, and Eddie isn't about to argue. Not when the sight does things to him. 

"Sort of thought he was gonna hate me," Steve continues, and Eddie hums quizzically. 

"Why's that?" 

"Hm, let's see …" Steve's brow crinkles in mock-thought. "He raised the guy who wrote two top-ten songs about how much the monarchy sucks, that could've been a hint." 

"Nah," Eddie chuckles. "Guy would've adopted you as a kid, if he could've. He's always loved you, way-" 

Large hazel eyes blink up at him and the words get stuck in his throat. 

Because he hasn't said it yet, even though he's rapidly coming to accept that it's true. 

Way before I did.

"And apart from that," he says instead, "if you marry me, I'll be a princess. What parent doesn't want that for their kid?" 

"Hold your horses," Steve grumbles, but his eyes are sparkling again. "We can't get married if your uncle adopts me." 

"Shame," Eddie quips and presses him down into the pillows. "Would've loved to wear a tiara on stage, that sounds like a killer look."

Eddie doesn’t recall the first time he saw Steve, but he doesn’t really think it matters. Not when he gets to see the real him now, with no-one else watching. Blushing and naked, lips kissed pink, glowing with happiness.

It's an image he's sure he won't forget.

All my holiday drabbles

[luasworks]

stitches // Konig x Medic!Reader

summary: Konig gets injured on a mission. luckily for him, his partner is a medic...

request: x

word count: 689

a/n: my first full length (non drabble) fic on my blog !! i hope you all enjoy it and I'm open to suggestions for my writing (both asks and critiques) in my asks box :P

I hear groans coming from outside the door of my infirmary. I opened it to see none other than my boyfriend, Konig stood there, clutching his shoulder as dried up blood covered his hand. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to have Konig visit me in the infirmary with all kinds of injuries from small scratches from brambles and barbed wire to large gashes from knives or deep wounds from being shot. This was one of those times where his injury is on the more severe side.

Despite his large frame and usual high tolerance for pain, the 6’10 giant couldn’t ignore the pain that was oozing from his shoulder. In a hurry to get him stitched up, I immediately ushered him to the gurney inside my room and administered some pain relief via an IV drip, “small scratch.”

I watch him wince from the pain, his face paling by the second, “stay will me, Ko, you’re gonna be okay.” I repeat the same words over and over to keep him conscious. “Talk to me, Ko, tell me about anything.”

“Y-You’re so p-pretty,” he pants as I remove his helmet and mask which makes his hair look all crazy.

“You’ve got helmet hair,” I chuckled and placed an oxygen mask on his face, “Like Rod Stewart.”

I hear him chuckle lowly at my comparison, but his smile very quickly disappears when I begin using a scalpel and forceps to remove the bullet which had evidently lodged itself into the man's shoulder. “Just breathe, I’ve almost got it out. Stay with me, keep talking.”

“It hurts, Maus,” he says at almost a whimper, making my heart break for him. I coo at him and finally, I remove the lodged bullet.

With a quick inspection, I recognise it as a 9x19mm Parabellum bullet, small but painful little fuckers. I put it in the sterile bin and I started cleaning up Konig’s wound, “sharp sting while I clean the site, Ko.”

“Please… go slow,” He says softly. I nod and slow down my actions as I clean the wound, gasps and sharp breaths still coming from his mouth from the pain. I watched his face as it screwed up from the agony. The thing that I always adored about Konig is that no matter how much pain he was in - physically, mentally or emotionally - he would never raise his voice at me. He always used a soft tone of voice and the usual pet names; Maus, liebling, mein engel, and more.

I finish disinfecting the area and I start to stitch it up, making sure to do so with extra precision and caution as the area would be extremely tender and painful. He immediately started groaning from the pain - clearly the drip isn’t doing anything.

The last stitch is completed and I tie it off, “all done,” I say with a smile as I place a bandage over the area to prevent infection or the stitches getting ripped open. The look on his face is complete and utter relief along with a smile of thankfulness. He reaches his good arm out for me, unclear whether he wants a hug or for me to just hold his hand, so I decide on a hug. I carefully hugged him where I wouldn’t catch his wounded area. His arm wraps around me tightly, his muscles flexing as he tightens his hold, almost crushing my lungs. While on missions, Konig is a cold, heartless man, killing anyone who dares to stand in his way but at home with me, he's the complete and utter opposite. He’s always clinging to me, a hand always resting on my thigh, hip or intertwined with my own.

Deep in his soul, he’s a broken and hurt child. A broken and hurt child that was forever bullied for being different. A broken and hurt child that’s deprived of love, searching and yearning for it wherever he can. When he loves, he loves hard, almost too much for his own good. He’s forever stuck between wanting love and believing he doesn’t deserve it but I know he does. I know he deserves love.

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Ha! Soap’s got a thing for masks and when the team pairs up with König Soap won’t stop flirting with the Austrian. Ghost had said what they had was gonna be a one time thing (Soap didn’t want that but if it’s what Ghost wanted then he’d deal with it) so he doesn’t see the harm in fucking around.

Ghost on the other hand is kicking himself for being an idiot because he hates that it was a one time thing and he hates watching Johnny - his Johnny - flirt with that giant Austrian fucker like he isn’t right there.

But technically he isn’t really there because he’d told Soap he wasn’t an option after that first night. And fuck if he isn’t regretting it now.

Soap’s on the other side of the bar, flirting with König who still has a mask on. It’s irritating that the guy’s stolen his shtick and his sergeant (even though both of those things are so much more than he’s giving them credit for)

He can’t tell if König is interested or not, though given the Austrian has Soap between his legs, hand on his waist while the other holds a glass of whatever the fuck he’d bet good fucking money the guy’s interested.

Either way, he’s about two second away from either crushing his glass or walking over to the two and ripping them apart. Maybe both of those in quick succession if the Austrian’s hand moves any lower one more time.

[sixx-writes]

                                                                                    Walk In Visit

Richard Trager x Reader

Word Count: 2,009

cw: noncon, cunnilingus, forced orgasm, creampie, shitty doctor/patient rp, trager is a dickhead, there is no plot just enjoy it or something idk it’s something I shit out cause I couldn’t sleep

AO3 Version | Masterlist

Summary: Reader visited the asylum on the wrong day and ends up in the tender care of a certain “doctor”.

18+ ONLY NSFW BELOW THE CUT

"I'm so sorry about the mess, babe. I wasn't expecting any female patients today. You surprised me," the man wheels you into a room that smells like an entire football team ate shit and died all at once. There's guts and blood everywhere painting the walls and pooled on the floor while this maniac is rambling like nothing is wrong. Pretty typical of your experience as a guest at the asylum so far.

Not a whole hell of a lot of anything is making sense in this endless nightmare and you would be about as surprised as the piece of beef jerky that's talking your leg off if that changed any time soon. A name from a manila folder jumps out at you, some douche that played at being a doctor, called.. what was it? Trey? Trager? That was it. Judging by his disturbingly coherent and stick up the ass way of speaking it was safe to assume he wasn't a patient.

At least not in the same way as the others were 'patients'. He must have been an employee here once upon a time.

"Alright. There we go. Are you comfortable enough?" You offer nothing more than a dead eyed stare that only reflected the numbness you were feeling. Somehow that was an affirmative to the processed meat in front of you. You catch a glimpse of how his lower lip is torn off beneath his makeshift doctor's mask when he leans over you adjusting the straps so you can't escape whatever he has in mind. "Good. That's good. Listen, I have a confession to make. Gynecology isn't exactly my ah, forte, as the French put it. This is gonna be a learning experience for the both of us."

Somehow, through that numb blanket that you've managed to wrap around yourself to shield your mind from the horrors, you feel panic surfacing. The fate of being raped was something you had avoided up until now. The same could not be said for some of the other unfortunates you had encountered during your descent into hell. Trager was already gone rattling instruments on the table next to your bed.

"Dammit, where did I put those things. Oh yeah. Wait here, babe. I'll just be a second."

For the first time you were actually well and truly fucked - trapped like a rat. You pulled desperately at the straps holding your wrists and ankles trying to free yourself in the precious few seconds you were alone. It was hard not to cry if you were being honest but if you started then you were afraid that you would break down under the weight of it all. You couldn't afford that when you were so close to being free. So you bit into the inside of your cheek hard enough that you tasted metal until the fucker returned.

When he did it was with the biggest pair of scissors you had ever seen, coated in blood, some stains fresh, and others already dried and flaking off.  "Jesus Christ," you muttered, not wanting to speak too loudly and agitate him.  Your skin crawled when he purposefully snipped the giant scissors, some type of bone shears maybe, a few times over your helpless body, the sound grating on your ears.

"Okie dokie. First is the breast exam. Hold still for me."

That was a funny thing to say when you felt the bottom blade sliding across your tucked stomach you forgot how to breathe you were concentrating so hard on not moving a muscle. You tried to keep as much skin away from the blade as you could while he cut away your top. Fuck you for not wearing a bra today and making it easier on him.

"Awh, does that hurt?" he gave some approximation of a frown, hard to tell with the gnarled gash of his mouth, upon seeing the cut over your ribs you'd gotten climbing through a broken window.

No shit.

Trager's concern is brief, already forgotten, as soon as he peels back the shorn halves of your ruined shirt exposing your breasts. Through the delusion of whatever horror he's dreaming you see a glint of lust from the disgusting little man that had worked here before he went to sleep one day and never woke up. You don't want to resist and piss him off but it's impossible once you feel the first careless squeeze of tender flesh. His skin is rough against yours and you twist trying to get away from his touch but there's nowhere to go.

"It's okay, babe," he soothed you, not at all angry, his attention never leaving your heaving chest and hardening nipples, "I understand most girls are shy on their first visit. I'll make it easy on you, okay? Try not to worry your pretty little head." His treatment is anything but easy, pinching your nipple and watching how the fat falls back into place from how he lifts it up into a barely recognizable shape, pulling it taut. He does this until you're squirming and silently pleading for the strength to make it through.

You think you're going to be sick at the first gummy drag of his tongue over your skin, telling yourself that this wasn't the worst that could be happening right now. A sob that could have been mistaken for a moan slips out and he eyes your reaction, curiously. "Any pain? Soreness? Over-sensitivity?" He simpers up at you and there are equal parts madness and lucidity that terrify you behind those eyes.

Trager doesn't seem to give a single shit that his conversation is entirely one sided and resumes his assault of your breast. He can no longer suck so he bites instead, over and over, making your toes curl from the pain. This goes on until your skin is painted with marks in the shape of his teeth and your nipples are red and raw. Each time you try to sink deeper into yourself a particularly harsh twinge brings you back out. There is no escape.

He's moving lower, his tongue dipping into your navel while he takes up those massive fuck off scissors again and slides one side up your pant leg. It doesn't take long until your pants meet the same fate as your shirt on the floor, lost forever amidst the blood and shit of the doctor's other patients.

"Oh no, " he said, "This doesn't look good at all." His fingers circle over your still covered mound, your panties the last barrier of defense before the fucker sees everything you have to offer. Unceremoniously, he pushes them to the side and in one brief instant the last of your dignity is gone.

"You have alot of discharge and swelling down here. I'm going to need a closer look under the hood, I'm afraid."

With just those words you're ready to die. It's one thing to be attacked and have no control over it and entirely something else to become aroused by it. This disgusting bald freak who looks like an eighty year old's ball sack has somehow made you wet. Deeply profound shame washes over you only amplified by how hard it is not to let out a desperate cry when he prods at your clit. The rough treatment of your already abused body and mind has finally pushed you over the edge.

Maybe you were insane too, now.

Trager isn't examining your pussy anymore, he's watching your face and clearly enjoying how hard you're fighting against showing your reactions. It's the most lucid you've seen him so far and the most sadistic. He doesn't break eye contact when he spreads you with two fingers and drools over your pussy in the most disgusting way making your stomach drop in horror. You're repulsed and let out a pitiful noise making the ragged remains of his mouth twist into a smirk moments before his tongue is buried in your inflamed pussy eager to clean up his mess.

Finally, finally, it's all too fucking much and you howl joining into the chorus of the others' screams of pain and insanity unable to hold it in anymore. It's not because you're being raped or because you're probably going to die here but because you enjoy it. This horrible place has reduced you to nothing more than an animal that wants to tangle your fingers into Trager's greasy hair and ride his face harder because you need it.

It's the scrape of his exposed teeth over nerves that feel like they're burning you alive that does you in. He's like a fucking dog eating you out, so hungry for every bit of your come that he can lap up, until pleasure turns to pain and you're sobbing for real. He stops licking you after what felt like an eternity, his pupils blown out big and black, breathing hard like he's just ran a mile.

"Well, I'm learning a lot here I don't know about you. I still need to do an-an internal examination," he's undoing the cuffs at your ankles, you realize, too tired to do anything when he spreads your legs wide, "Keep your knees up. Just like that. That's a girl." You're dragged roughly to the end of the bed, as much as your shackles would allow, and you see how the front of his apron is tented. You're a little surprised Trager has anything to work with given the mutilation you'd seen up until now.

You don't get to see his cock but feel it tapping against your pussy before he drags it up and down your slit collecting any remaining wetness and spit. The head feels wide and thick and you can tell it's going to be bad already.

"Gonna need you to relax for this part, babe. My instrument is a little big for you but I think we can work something out."

You fantasize about putting the blade of his scissors through his eye when he penetrates you stretching you to the absolute limit of what your tense, scared muscles would allow. A soundless cry is all you can manage when he brutally presses onwards not giving you any time to adjust.

"Goddamn you're tight. Shit," he said, breaking character for the first time, "Ease up a little would ya. Gonna rip all the skin off my dick here.."

You try, you really do, to relax but it's no use. When he starts to move it drags awful soreness from your stomach deep rooted and nauseating. However, like before, eventually that pain melts into sickening pleasure and you begin getting wet again turning the sound of his thrusts sloppy. Trager moans loudly, shamelessly, his rhythm turning rougher as he uses you. You're moaning too, nearing a second orgasm, the textured skin near the base of his shaft stimulates you so well each time he slams into your cervix.

"You like that, baby? Huh? No need to be shy. I can tell, you know. You're gonna come again aren't you? It's okay."

You want to tell him to kill himself. Everything certainly wasn't okay and he was a piece of shit not worth so much as looking in your direction under any other circumstances. Unfortunately, you came instead, harder than before, your eyes rolling back helplessly as the fake doctor kept fucking you through it. "Ah, God. Fuck," he whined, his pace slowing. You'd come to hate the sound of his voice so much in your brief time together. You especially despised how his moaning at the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock only heightened your orgasm even more.

It was hard to say how much longer it went on for until he finally lost it inside you, leaving you dirty and defiled by his come, your pussy tender and over-stimulated. The only thing worse was the emptiness left behind when he pulled out of you and the slow leak of fluids that dripped down your ass.

"Well," Trager panted, "I think I'm gonna need a follow-up on that."

[reignsan]

I really like Final Fantasy X's nonhuman races, they're all pretty unique

Guado fill the haughty, reclusive, magical role of elves, but they're ugly fuckers with green tendrily hair, long arms, visible veins on their faces, and nails as long as knives

Pelupelu look like gnomes or Hobbits but they're (literal) fast-talking entrepreneurs with funny verbal tics who never take off their bird beak masks

Hypello are frog people whosh talksh funnilysh

Ronso are tribal giant cat people who have the inherent genetic ability to use blue magic

Then you got those weird musician guys that are forest spirits with instruments literally as part of their bodies, like a drum torso or harp strings on their arms.

Combined with its SEA/Okinawa/Polynesia inspired architecture, Spira is a super original setting that I really love.

[applbottmjeens]

Sylas Thomas Pham who...

Was legally "Sylas Thomas Graves" but went by his mom's surname when he joined the SC to avoid his merit being overshadowed by his relation to their CEO and founder.

Grew up having to call Phillip "sir". Still does it now that he's grown.

Got kicked out of his private, catholic school at the age of 11 for fighting other kids.

Fought more kids in public school but miraculously calmed down when his baby brother Phillip begged him to stop. (other kids were afraid to be junior's friend)

Was a boy scout because his dad made him do it. Got reaaally good at tying knots and setting shit on fire. Maybe he shouldn't have been a boy scout.

Nobody calls him Sylas. Well, some people do. But if you know him, you know he goes by Tommy. Calling him by his government will make him feel weird.

Told Phillip "YOURE NOT MY REAL DAD" once and got hit with "I CHANGED YOUR DIAPERS AND MARRIED YOUR MOTHER I AM THE REALEST DAD YOU'RE EVER GON' GET"

Is somehow babied to death by his mother and has to kneel down when he gets scolded by her.

Has to deal with Junior's eccentricities and his extroverted family despite being introverted

Played lacrosse or football in highschool. Highkey a jock but didn't run the same circles as them.

Would've become a nurse if he didn't join the army.

Left the Shadow Company because of a disagreement with Graves, one of them being having Phillip Jr. be involved (he's too clean for a job like this.)

Masked up and was mostly anonymous. Not alot of people knew him as Graves' kid. Liked getting his hands dirty and did as he was told.

Told Phillip Jr. he didn't have what it took to be the SC's heir- not out of jealousy or spite, but because as clever and as sly junior was, he was still "too good".

Cannot express himself for shit. Horrible with vulnerability.

Hates therapy. Goes anyway because goddamn it- it works.

Has had maybe two serious girlfriends but can't be bothered to really date- relationships require getting to know people, and he doesn't wanna go through all of that for something that probably won't work.

Got his mom's stubborn attitude and faulty loyalty. Still considers himself a part of the SC despite no longer fucking with them and will latch to a group if he learns to love it.

Honestly? Horribly lonely.

Can't dance. Refuses to dance. Can't sing. Doesn't like karaoke.

Only rode a motorcycle in highschool/college because his dad told him he could have it if he could fix it. (he did not believe he could fix it.)

Has a bunch of scars, inculding a giant one that wraps around his head. The story changes everytime. Nobody really knows how he got it. He calls it his "halo"

100% believes he will go to hell for everything he's done, but won't stop himself from doing it since he believes he's doing whats right.

Has almost killed Nikolaj Zakhaev. Or Nikita. Those fuckers look alike, shit who knows which one it was.

Doesn't even know why he's doing any of this anymore.

Was mentored by his mom's old teammates when he finally got recruited to the 141. Looked up to his uncle Kyle/Gaz a whole lot (much to Anna's chagrin) and especially to the legacy of Ghost.

[finniestoncrane]

Sending good vibes your way for the dreaded invoicing

That said I was wondering what you see the different riddlers listening to because you've got the 80s playlist for Arkham and I'm curious as to what else you figured they'd listen to

(( Ik it's ooc as fuck but I always associate shit like Marina and ABBA to telltale purely for the god complex vibes / confidence ))

kjhkajhsd i am so glad you asked because i have THOUGHTS 💚 and i spent my time today making playlists that fit them (i gotta change my spotify profile pic before someone thinks i'm weird) ok so my arkham!eddie playlist i am so proud of, and i listen to it daily not even just when i'm writing for him. he's a synth pop guy through and through and i bet he has a crush on thomas dolby just like i do

i also have a playlist for capullo!! i think he likes classic rock, some old school hair metal. anything that is vaguely misogynistic and gives his livingroom "strip club" vibes

telltale: i agree with you. man listens to "the winner takes it all" as his daily affirmation. would also be willing to bet that elton john is a big thing for him, and that "saturday night's alright for fighting" gets him going

dano: he's a pop guy. if it's on the radio he'll listen to it. makes him seem more normal. BUT shout out to they might be giants and r.e.m. because i think he would really like those. and when he's wearing the mask, he only listens to NIN and for some reason, the gorillaz 🥴

gotham: in season 1 and 2 he's shown with background music of jazz/swing/blues stuff so like louis prima, the rat pack, he might go for some andrews sisters if he felt funky. 1930s-1950s is his jam. i also bet he listens to michael buble on repeat at christmas time, the fucker

young justice: baby boy LOVES boy bands, specifically retro british ones. he cried when busted split up (come at me so did i), man has the entire back catalogue of take that memorised, and he once paid through the nose to go see westlife at wembley stadium (and had a lovely time with some milfs afterwards)

[im-overstimulated-and-im-sad]

911 Lone Star Rewatch Season 2!!

I watched the season 2 premiere of Lone Star and I had ALL THE THOUGHTS!

It is season 2, and we are at a museum!

How awesome are museums….

More shows should feature scenes at museums.

Anyway-

The “I can’t hear with the masks” is REAL — like I know that was supposed to be oh they’re bitching about masks but I have customers at work wearing a mask and talking in the softest voice; I’m like project. Yell at me. I beg of you. I am standing over a bread slicer and I cannot fucking hear you.

A tank literally breaking free of its exhibit would be a crazy thing to see though—

Okay I know (or assume I should say) this isn’t what they were going for, but the little boy who says “they have rides?” looks like a baby TK.

Amazing Grace in action!

They really did it — with their military tank they did the action movie cliché of it out of control destruction takes out a watermelon cart for no reason. Never change, Lone Star.

You tell em Carlos! Love seeing him in action—

“And if he decides to shoot at us with the cannon?” “Duck”.

Also yay we see Carlos’s partner! He needs some coworkers who don’t suck—

Well, it was nice for him not to crush all the police cars.

Paul’s doing a thing — he figures it out.

Although for reasons to steal a tank — that is a really good reason.

This part is so good; although I am briefly distracted that the captions switched from “solemn music” to “somber music” (do those not mean the same thing?)

Everyone coming to stand beside Owen — (why is this making me think of Mulan during the battle scene)

The 126 would be so bad at social distancing — those fuckers love to hug so much.

TOMMY!!!

TOMMY IS LACING UP!!!

WE MISSED YOU DURING SEASON ONE, TOMMY!!!

(Can you tell I love her so much).

Okay, I might have forgot how fucking cute Tommy and her husband are together.

(And I lowkey feeling killing him off helped her character arc — but damn are they adorable together).

“Oh, so many stir sticks”. Charles Vega you are a PRINCE. 

They really are the cutest couple.

They have no right being this adorable for him to randomly die.

“Hey, doesn’t your mama look like a boss?” “Mama IS the boss!” THE AUDACITY. The gall of making this family so adorable.

They have two minutes of screen time and I ALREADY LOVE THEM!!

And then there’s Tim—

I kind of feel bad for that guy, like they brought him back for HIM to die…

That really could have been the tag line for season 2; we got a second year. So people are just going to start dying. Randomly. When we feel like it.

So you have that to look forward to…

Like I do not miss Michelle, like at all — And Tim, I feel bad I will not miss you.

Cause then we get paramedic TK!

And Tim is whiny!

But Nancy!

We see Nancy sassmaster!

She has LINES!

Paul has a giant ass book!

THIS ENTIRE CONVERSATION —

“I remember 2013”.

“Live concerts”.

“Nightclubs”.

“Hugs”. Oh Mateo…

Tommy and Owen!

I know this is just the beginning but their friendship is the cutest thing —

Like I feel like they never really figured out what to do with Michelle and Owen, it was like power trippy and weirdly flirty…

Like they did a lot with those ten episodes in most other aspects of the show but I feel that’s where it fell flat.

“I don’t know who you’ve been talking to—” Enter Judd, who is in AWE of Tommy and her badassery.

Like Tommy — you are Tommy MOTHERFUCKING Vega!! Don’t you forget that!

Judd is seriously the cutest that he’s so proud of her and so stoked to have her there.

Okay has anyone done roller derby? What is it like? Were you terribly injured?

It intrigues me so much and looks fun but I’ve never met anyone in life who has done it and I’m curious…

Also the captions identified the song as “Barracuda” by Heart and then labeled it “intense 80’s rock music”.

The Joan Jett song is captioned as “brash punk rock”.

Oh that is horrifying — my irrational fear of splinters feel much more rational now.

I do love they follow up with this and Marjan does join their roller derby team.

I do agree though that Kitten Crusher does sound like she is crushing kittens not the kitten who crushes.

Tim I’m sorry but you are annoying; you don’t tell YOUR CAPTAIN but you haven’t been in the field!

It’s okay Tommy! You can do it!

And she does! She saved her arm!

The furniture store in my area is running commercials for presidents day — they are so, so lame.

And I’m watching this on Hulu but I had to share that with ya;ll.

TK! Great shirt alert!

I love that TK has a whole speech with so much exposition for us prepared before he adds, “and I forgot”.

I’m chuckling at the idea of my store being arranged where everything orange… is with everything else… that is orange.

(Though I was making cookies this morning at work — SO MANY orange M and Ms. I was like why are there not more colors in this box lol).

Sorry, back to the show — how did these hangs start!

Cause did Carlos even know their names before they started doing these? (Like he knew Paul; did he know anyone else??)

Like his back is turned he’s busy at the counter when he comes in, and he’s more introverted anyway — does Carlos participate like out loud in group hangs at this point if TK isn’t in the room??

So many things to think about with this scene, and then—

AND THEN. WE FINALLY MEET HER.

GWYNETH MORGAN IS IN THE BUILDING.

I seriously cannot get over how good this casting is — like even from a physical standpoint.

Like how do people who are not related resemble each other so goddamn much??

Like if you put Ronen next to Rob’s actual sons, and said okay pick which one he’s biologically related to, you would not pick either of them (no offense, Rob’s real sons).

Lisa Edelstein is just so good — she made me want to try and watch House (I’m sorry I couldn’t make it past a few episodes. I understand this was a thing in the early 2000’s; the guy is a narcissistic abusive dick to everyone BUT HE’S RIGHT and they could get away with it then but it’s like if he wasn’t on it it would be compelling)

Sorry, back to this. Owen, if you hadn’t mentioned it, she might not have moved your hand towel.

Another topic for discussion; the lone star timeline, and how it is basically swiss cheese.

Why does Owen throw out the timeline of four months? She has to have been there for so much longer than four months. They establish (in the episode where they show Nancy they put Tim’s name on the ambulance) that it’s January 2021 like when it aired.

And like Owen says they’ve been sleeping together since before July.

And the thing that makes the most sense is that Gwyn came to see TK after he’d been shot, then the shutdown happened and she stayed (this was so a thing; like I remember this so vividly. My brother couldn’t come home for Christmas for 2019 so he came in March and just happened to come that second week of March and ended up staying with my mom for three months. He tried so hard to get me to like cooking. I’m just terrible at it; but I had really good leftovers those months cause he went to culinary school).

But the biggest thing with the lone star timeline. It makes no goddamn sense. It will turn you into Mr. Krabs from that episode of Spongebob where he is so despondent after losing his one millionth dollar he pulls his eyes out of his head and starts skipping rope with them.

Also — we were so robbed of TK introduces Carlos to his mom scene!

There’s a lot of good fic of it out there (@carlos-in-glasses has a particularly good one) but we were still robbed.

The fact that Owen and Gwyn really think TK doesn’t know what they’re doing; you beautiful, ocean-eyed dum-dums.

I just love Tommy so much — Charles is right. Woman is perfect.

Like this is the first episode we have Tommy and she just has so much life and drive and it’s like where were you the last ten episodes Tommy!

I’m sorry I don’t want to keep complaining about Michelle but just… Tommy.

She is just the best.

Do I sound completely stupid if I point out how call-heavy these early episodes are?

Like I swear season four they cap it at like two calls and then there are adventures.

I hate to be that person, but if she was last on the job in 2013, Gilmore Girls would have ended six years before that (@sznofthesticks why am I this person. I annoy myself actually lol).

Owen was almost hit by an arrow!

How could Owen possibly identify where it had come from? Is this a thing? Do people just… know directions?

I’m like the meme of GPS saying go north and I think what am I, a ship captain?

(Or a dumbass. I’m definitely that lol).

Paul’s doing a thing again!

Seriously imagine if Paul and Carlos and Grace all worked together to solve something — that would be amazing!

I love that TK’s reaction to his dad being trouble is “I NEED AN AXE!” Baby boy, I love you so much.

Judd and TK with the hose — the only thing that could make this better…

Is if CARLOS SHOWS UP!

Gone are the days where he has the one scene an episode!

“Maybe don’t make us do your job for you next time” In case anyone was wondering if Brat TK would be making an appearance.

Judd is the best hype man it’s the cutest.

Seriously Tommy and Owen just have such a mutual respect for each other and their friendship is so sweet.

The dreaded zoom freeze!!

But yay! Cancer has gone down!

And Owen is definitely freaking out and pretending he’s not.

TK is so precious, he’s so excited.

Can I just say how unnecessary the pregnancy storyline was?

Or, more specifically, why they actually had her have the baby—

Like she was planning to leave for New York when TK was still there; she could’ve done that if it had been a false alarm pregnancy, or if something had happened because it was a geriatric pregnancy which is very risky which they pointed out;

(I know that’s several episodes away but if she was ready to leave when they were both still there she could’ve done that without having another kid, especially since said kid was not mentioned AT ALL when TK got married)

Oh, Charles Vega. I’ll miss you much more than I will miss Tim.

I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS.

JUDD AND GRACE!!!!

The cutest, most awkward cock block.

Tommy’s shirt is so, so very open.

It takes them way too long to realize what they walked in on.

But also, Tommy and Grace’s friendship.

Why would you go to a bridge with a million bats??

I need an answer to this — why are we past it already!

Ahh Rob and Lisa have such good chemistry together I can’t—

Also, real talk. Like I know they have to try because he’s technically the star of the show, but I don’t see them ever landing a successful Owen relationship.

No one beats this (again, just my opinion).

But  no Owen relationship we’ve seen have they been as connected and just…

(wow. I am so good at coming up with words. Good thing writing isn’t my main hobby/source of joy. Oh wait…)

TK WITH THE SUCKER!!! ICONIC.

“Who else knows?”

“Everybody”. And off he skips.

“Well, he’s a wise ass”. Yes Gwyn, yes he is. And there are two really good reasons why.

This girl with the bandanna is so cute!

She is massaging the kale and podcasting it up while there is a LITERAL inferno outside.

I do remember the next one though, and am happy no fate befalls cute bandanna girl…

Thank you for reading my unhinged thoughts! There was a lot I forgot in this episode- it's so good-

And TOMMY. She is HERE. YAYYYYYYY

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Hear me out

Muddlebud pollen sex

OP YOUR MIND SO FUCKING F A T. How you walk with a brain so fat? Let's GO!

Link snuck his way into the clan. He thought maybe they'd flag him down for his blonde hair, but nope! Fuckers just let him walk right in. He meant to just come in, steal some shit, get out. But basically he got himself into a mission with a blademaster, and a footsoldier. The blademaster nodded towards Link.

"You brought the bag, yes?"

He nodded.

"Good. Last time we forgot the bag, Sooga kinda got mad at us. Scared me."

The footsoldier nudged him with his elbow, definitely smirking under that mask.

"You gotta admit, he WAS kinda hot though~"

The blademaster folded his arms over his chest, huffing.

"But not hotter than me. Right?"

The footsoldier put his hand on his elbow, in almost pity, before shaking his head.

"No. It's SOOGA. Have you seen his ASS? I love you, banana muffin, but you're not hotter than Sooga, you need to come to terms with this."

The blademaster looked at Link, and he was scared he was somehow caught, before he asked his question.

"Newbie. Who's hotter, me our Sooga?"

Link sat there, awkwardly, before just giving him a thumbs up. The footsoldier scoffed, smacking the other's bicep.

"Don't put the new guy on blast! Either answer is WRONG!"

Link was expecting them to fight, and he wasn't gonna cap he was kinda uncomfortable, when the blademaster decided to de-escalate the situation himself with a huff.

"You know what. Let's just get this mission done, so we can just go home."

They kept walking on in silence, very awkward silence. The footsoldier stuck by his side, and kept his voice low so the bigger one couldn't hear.

"Sorry about him- you jerk off to a picture of Sooga ONCE and he suddenly thinks you're cheating on him. We haven't fucked in like, two months, and I think it's stressing us out."

Link couldn't help but feel bad. He had a soft spot for couples, he couldn't help it. Eventually, they made it to a location. You know those big, weird, red roots you often find in the depths? Well there was one HERE. And surrounding it, was a field of muddlebuds. The blademaster nodded towards Link.

"We need to collect these. Be super careful, if the pollen gets inhaled, you'll freak out, and then there's no telling what could happen."

Link obeyed, helping them pluck the buds and stuffing them in the bag. Again, there was silence, before the footsoldier sighed.

"You still mad at me?"

"Yes. Because I get to be mad. I'M buff! I'm big! In ALL the right places too!"

"Can you not, in front of the new guy?"

"Oh look who's talking!"

Oh god, this was the worst case of him third wheeling he'd ever experienced. They were still arguing, looking as if they'd straight up fight. So, Link decided to help. Well, do SOMETHING. He followed his impulsive thoughts, and he 'accidentally' dropped the bag by their feet. A giant, glittery puff of purple pollen exploded right under them, with all three of them trying desperately to keep themselves from breathing it in. Unfortunately, it was too late.

Link's mind got foggy. He felt...really confused. So confused, he grabbed onto the nearest thing he could. Something...soft. Warm. Big. He felt hands at his hips, almost protectively.

"H-hey. You okay? Breathing in all of that isn't good for you."

Link didn't know why he did what he did. But his hands found their way to his chest, giving them a squeeze. God, so soft, so FULL. The blademaster chuckled, pulling him till their fronts were touching.

"This...is a weird time for you to suddenly touch me again. Not that I mind."

"You sure?"

There was the footsoldier, coming up from behind him. He felt something rubbing up against his back, and he sort of had an inkling of what it was.

"Don't...mind at all."

Don't ask Link how it happened. But suddenly, he was sandwiched between them, legs lifted up off the ground. There was a tear at his uniform, letting his cock and his ass be exposed to the elements. Link shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't let the blademaster push his mask aside to shove his tongue into his mouth.

"God, you feel tighter than usual. I'm...kinda wonderin' if imma fit."

Link felt a tip pressed against his hole, and he should stop them, but his body didn't let him. He felt it pushed inside of him. That wasn't the hard part. The hard part, was his friend.

"I know...imma fit. You're SO good at taking me."

The other's dick was WAY bigger. As in, Link had a death grip on the other's shoulders as it joined the other, stretching his poor little asshole. It hurt, but he didn't care. He just cared about these two different cocks currently fucking him. He cared about the big, fat tongue currently fucking his mouth. Cared about the teeth nibbling at his neck.

"Fuck, I already wanna cum, I already wanna cum so bad..."

"You missed me that much? You never cum this fast."

"I did. I missed this ass, I missed how tight you are and how you squeeze around me. Lemme cum, I need it."

Oh god, he was gonna cum in his ass. This footsoldier was gonna cum in his ass, and this guy was telling him it was okay! Like it was his own body to decide what to do with. Link was tempted to tell them to stop, when the cum filled him up inside. It was hot, it seeped out of his ass and probably onto the other's cock. Okay, maybe he could just. Let whatever happens happens-

"Can...Can I finish in your mouth? Please? I like your mouth."

The guy didn't even wait for a response. Suddenly, he was dropped to the ground, and a cock was shoved right into his mouth. It was done unceremoniously, roughly, with a big hand gripping onto his hair. It was a tight, possessive, aggressive. Link loved it. He didn't care that those heavy balls were smacking against his chin, didn't care that he kept gagging till his throat hurt. Link only had one thought in mind.

That he loved cock.

He loved cock, loved the smell of it, the taste, and the feeling of so much cum being forced down his throat. It slid down his throat, pooled into his stomach. The cock slowly pulled out of his mouth, resting on his face. It was wet, steaming hot, still pulsing.

"Oh no."

"Did we just. Oooh my god."

The pollen seemed to have startee to dissipate, and the two of them looked upon him, cocks out and horrified.

"We just. Fucked the new guy."

"We did. We fucking did. Oooh my god, Kohga is gonna kill us."

"What do you expect us to do?! God, this is all your fault."

"M-MY FAULT?! Are you serious?!"

"If you weren't a pervert, I wouldn't have...wouldn't..."

Link got bored in their argument, and decided to entertain himself, by suckling his balls. The hair, the sweat. It was all SUCH a delight. The footsoldier sighed, almost annoyed.

"Why don't I just join our new friend here, and we just put the whole thing past us?"

"H-hey, no, stop it, you pervert-"

The footsoldier joined him, on his knees, suckling on his balls alongside Link, and for the other's amusement, occasionally kissed Link's cum coated lips. Maybe muddling was a good thing afterall.

[ventingstoner]

The cutest thing about me coming true to how I felt was that afterwards I was very sad but masking it pretty decently. But animals... Those fuckers, they KNOW

Their dog is the biggest cutest house dog I've ever seen. A big giant shadow of a wuff~ he came in and sat down right next me, laying his head on my side. I got to pet the top of his head very softly while he just napped there haha

It was very sweet and cute to know he wanted to be right there, right then because he doesn't ever lay down with me EVER. I can get him to sit for pets sometimes but he usually gets talked into it. The whole thing had my heart 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

They're all so sweet even their dog and they had me there in their arms same as always as I faced this mortifying reaction of grief. That things may not even be serious between us, but I guess I still haven't been given my key back yet either.. do I want it back though? I don't want to own it, honestly. I also still really like the both of them. We're just friends I guess? We were before I said anything the same way too, so now why do I feel weird about it? Idk I guess for now I do just need space. And I'd definitely like to come back to it after this week I think. I just need to process lol

[hopeful-hugz]

A Masked Stranger asked: Oh, I'm sure you feel so high and mighty, rushing to defend your friends and family like that. Does it make you feel better? More whole, more like a person? Do you think all this white knighting will make up for your complete failure as an actual knight? Your words are as empty as you are. You claim to want to help your friends and family, and yet you refuse to take care of yourself in any way, no matter how much that hurts them. You don't care. Despite your selflessness and constant needless self-sacrifice, you ultimately don't care. 

Oh, but isn't it lucky that you went and found yourself a family too wrapped up in their own problems to take care or even notice yours? You get to be their hero, their Atlas, and pretend you're actually worth something. How convenient for you. But really, what you're doing is forcing them to use you, whether they want to or not, while accepting nothing in response. Do you think your family so callous as to enjoy that arrangement? Do you think Sanae likes feeling useless, or Joshua likes feeling like a parasite? Or can you simply not imagine being truly loved?

Either way, what you're doing is cruel. It isn't just love with which you face the world, Hope. It's stupidity. You're a stubborn fool with a disregard for both yourself and those around you. Letting others hurt you isn't heroic. If you don't stop, you're going to end up hurting the ones you love worse than anyone else ever could.

Insult my muse! || Accepting

“I’m no knight or hero...” She can feel it in the back of her mind, the snarl in her voice clear as day. The Masked Stranger’s words are lies, she knows this. Designed to make everyone feel horrible and intricately planned.

To make the STATIC take over... “I'm̶ ̴a B̵EAS̷T͝, a MONSTER.̧ ̕Get͏ it̷ ͠ri̵gh̵t...”

Without hesitation, Hope lunges at them, knocking them to the ground and keeping her there thanks to newly returned telekinetic prowess. Fully healed wings are brandished, stained with neon and static as she stands and keeps a foot on their chest. “I̡ l̶óv̡e̢ my ̡fa̕m͝il͞y͢, I ̕lov̸e͝ m͞y͘ ͡f͜rìeņd̵s̀.̷ I’m not perfect- far ͝fr̢ǫm̨ i҉t.͘ I’m no one’s Atlas and I’ve never forced anyone. I͏'̶v͢e i͝n̛sistȩd, ́w̡h͠e̢n̕ ̡it͏'s ̨m͠y͟ ̴j̨o͟b to,̧ ͟b͡e͝g̡ged͝ éve͢n̡.͞ But they have all come to me of their own accord and I have helped them. I’ve even started to work on myself and my own backbone.”

“I ca͡ņ ̷p̕r̷o͜ve͘ ͢i̴t͡ he͘re̢ an̸d ҉n̡o̷w̷,͏ ̡s̢ta̵r̕ti͟ng̡ ̧with̢ YOU.” A rift is opened up next to her, I pocket dimension with a giant-ass washing machine visible on the other side. The Anonymous Harasser is levitated up, a red cap placed on their head and tossed inside.

BAD AND NAUGHTY FUCKERS GET PUT IN THE MARIO WASHING MACHINE (AT MAX SPEED) TO ATONE FOR THEIR CRIMES.

Once the rift is sealed again, the half breed stumbles and teleports to the nearest rooftop, falling back on the ground and curling up. She wraps herself in her stained wings and and puts her head in her hands. She knows she’s possessed, but she can’t do anything about that now. First, she needs to calm down, then reach out appropriately.

Just breathe, Raymond. Everything is going to be fine.

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #458

Warning: inhumane treatment/imprisonment, forced sensory deprivation, forced separation, torture, stress position.

Supervillain leisurely walked through the building as if on a stroll in the park. They passed emptied out cells; their henchmen had rescued all the villains trapped inside the Hero Organization’s ‘Rehabilitation Center.’

And all of those villains were, of course, now indebted to the supervillain. It brought a smile onto their face, one that widened as they reached the end of the long corridor.

A lone steel door stood before them, shut tightly, not letting through an ounce of light or sound. The master criminal dragged their hand down the cold metal, thinking for a few moments before eventually stepping back.

“Open it.”

Their henchmen were quick to respond, smashing the locking mechanisms and prying the door wide open. Inside, there were no light sources, no bed, no toilet. Nothing.

Nothing..., but a silent figure strapped down to the wall and floor. They were on their knees. Their legs were awkwardly forced open so that their back could touch the wall. There were metal restraints tied all around their body, from their legs, up their torso, and all the way to the tips of their fingers. The person truly couldn’t move a single muscle.

On top of that, there was a thick piece of fabric over their eyes, which blinded them completely. And the industrial-level headphones covering their ears kept them unaware of any conversations or otherwise useful noises.

The one thing they were still able to feel was vibrations. And forcing a giant metal door open certainly made a lot of those. Even amidst the darkness, Supervillain could see them trembling in anticipation.

Another thing they noticed was how terrible the other looked. Their clothes were stained with all kinds of bodily grime and fluids. Sweat, blood, piss. Hell, the supervillain had to cover their face with their cape because that was definitely the smell of literal shit.

It was both depressing and amazing that the poor fucker hadn’t died from some kind of infection. The prisoner was definitely given water and kept alive, but their skeletal appearance told an obvious story regarding their feeding.

The master criminal sighed through their make-shift mask. “Oh, Hero... What have they done to you, darling?”

They slowly walked over and crouched down in front of the hero. The poor thing had been locked up in there for who knows how long, sensory deprived, alone with their thoughts. Supervillain needed to be careful with them, go slow.

They carefully moved one of their hands forward and lightly rested it upon the other’s shoulder. Hero flinched to the best of their ability, breathing stuttering at the unexpected touch.

However, as the supervillain pulled their hand back, the hero let out the tiniest of whimpers at the loss of contact. Luckily for them, Supervillain wasn’t planning on just leaving. They gently grabbed the headphones and took them off before placing them to the side, cautious not to make too much noise.

Their voice was a soft whisper. “Hero...”

Hero’s breath caught in their throat yet again. “S-Super...v...villain...?”

They sounded hoarse. Like they’ve been screaming for hours on end. The master criminal placed their hand atop their shoulder once more. “Yeah, it’s me. I’m here to save you.”

The hero whimpered. “N-No... If- If they c-catch-”

“They’re dead.”

Hero froze at their interruption, their brain taking a moment to take in the new information. “Y-You...”

Even though the hero couldn’t see it, Supervillain smiled. “They’re gone, darling. I made sure of it.”

“C-Can- M-May- May I... s-see you...?” - Hero asked pitifully, causing the other’s heart to wrench.

“I’m sorry, love...” - the supervillain murmured, gently petting the hero’s head. “But not yet. I don’t want your eyes to get any worse from sudden light exposure.”

Hero whimpered but still gave a weak “Okay...” in response.

“Okay. I’m gonna get you out of those now.”

For the next couple of minutes, Supervillain worked diligently, carefully releasing the hero out of their restraints, pausing whenever they cried out in pain. Eventually, the hero was in their arms, practically half asleep from the sudden exhaustion as they walked out of the facility.

And by the time they reached the supervillain’s lair, Hero was having their first peaceful sleep in weeks.

[rawbins-undertale-blog]

hey there again!!!

might i slide in this fine ask box with another HC request?

if yes, then could you please write some HCs where uf and ht sanses and papyruses (seperate of course) s/o gets put in a hospital for a lil bit? you can decide what happened to s/o. maybe a bad heatstroke cuz its summer or something (totally not because its a bad heatwave where im living rn haha nope). idk, i just crave angst or hurt/comfort again from my fave skeletons.

if you're not up for this, its totally fine!!

thank you, have a chill day/night B)

- 🌌 anon whos sunburns arent stinging that much anymore B)

*Evil cackling* OH-HO-HO, yOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MONSTER YOU HAVE UNLEASHED…… I am an evil being who feeds off of angst and pain, and you’ve given me ample opportunity to make some of that sweet sweet angst >:-)))))))))

I tried to keep it ambiguous as to what you’re in for, mostly because I want you to be able to imagine heatstroke and me to be able to think “hahahah stab stab”! ^^

Also!!! The healthcare system in some other countries is fucking insane (like??? You guys have to pay to not die??????) so I’ll be going off of what I know about the healthcare system in Sweden where it’s free. (At least I’m 99% sure it’s free, except for like. Small things. For example, my antidepressants. I had to buy those myself when I was still on them.)

UF + HT BROS WHEN S/O IS IN THE HOSPITAL

Red (Underfell Sans):

He’s panicking so so bad, he’s terrified. What if you die?

Curses out anybody who tries to keep him from you, including the poor nurse who’s just doing their job

Actually he just. curses in general. He’s just spewing cuss words to seem angry instead of scared because That’s Definitely Better

Most likely out of all four to physically lash out at… well, anybody (except you obviously) lol

Red hates hospitals too, to make matters worse. He doesn’t know why, but they make him feel uncomfortable.

If somebody did this to you purposely and he’s not allowed by your side, he’s going out to find the person and kick their ass during that time lol

If nobody did this to you, he’s pacing and cursing and jfc Red, you do realise there are other people here right enjdjdjdjsjsk

This fucker tries to pull a “pfff nah i was never worried” but like. Red. Darling. Light of my life. Stars in my sky. Center of my universe. Bitch of my heart. Everyone can see right through your “anger” and literally your shaking voice is so not convincing. Get a better poker face and voice.

With some prodding, admits that finehewasscaredyou’ddieandhethoughthisheartstoppedforasecondwhichisweird’causehedoes’tevenhaveaheartanywaysthat’sovernowsowhocares

(He’s not great at expressing himself but it’s still progress)

WILL be staying right by you as you recover. You’ve no choice. (You do actually, he respects you and will back off if you tell him to)

Edge (Underfell Papyrus):

Oh no. Oh no.

Edge is trying his very best not to show any emotions but he’s not good at it because like. It doesn’t take a genius to see that him screeching angrily at people and demanding for the doctors to fix this is actually him poorly masking his fear. Edge doesn’t have the best poker face lol

He’s so pissed if he can’t stay right next to you the whole time. You’re his S/O!! What kind of bullshit is this?!

If you do need to be left alone with doctors and such things, Edge will do one or two things depending on why you're in the hospital, how bad what you’re in for is and for how long he can’t see you.

If you’re here for something like heatstroke - AKA something not brought on by somebody else - he’ll call friends and such while pacing and somewhat frantically share your current condition.

However, if anybody did this to you; and you’re in bad shape… Well, even fucking Satan will cower at the brutality of Edge’s revenge.

When he’s allowed to be, he’s by your side and - depending on why you’re in and for what - he might nag you for being careless, reassure you it wasn’t your fault, reassure you in general, and/or just stay silent.

It’s barely noticeable, but just noticeable enough, that you can tell that he’s shaking.

All it takes is a “are you okay?” For him to break and confess how scared he was.

For a moment he was back Underground and it was horrible and he felt so powerless and he hates that. He’s so, so happy you’re okay and he- he swears he’ll be with you on your way to recovery. Please just never get hurt again.

Dusk (Horrortale Sans):

If you thought Red and Edge were scared, just know it’s nothing compared to the absolute terror he feels.

Dusk knows how fragile the human body can  be. He’s seen horrific things happen to humans and monsters alike and he’s always hyper-aware of just how easy it’d be to kill and/or hurt you.

Logically, he knows you won’t die, he knows human anatomy well enough to know this is something you’ll bounce back from, but his instincts are going haywire and all he can think of are the mangled corpses back Underground. It doesn’t matter whether your condition has anything to do with broken limbs or not, because those pictures are what his mind is forcing onto him.

He refuses to leave your side. If he’s forced away from you by nurses/doctors/staff, he’ll protest but if he really can’t be by you for your safety, he’ll be anxiously hovering as close by as he possibly can. Whenever he’s allowed to touch you, he’s practically glued onto you.

If he’s sure it’s just the two of you, and you’re unconscious, he’ll probably cry.

He… He hates being reminded of your mortality. He hates the idea that any day could be your last. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you were gone.

(He’d dust, probably.)

If somebody else got your purposely hurt, he’s going to hunt them down after a while (after you’ve recovered enough for him to be comfortable leaving you alone for a bit). He’s not going to kill them, but he might rough them up a bit -- but most likely, he’ll just intimidate them and/or threaten them. (It’d be a different story if you were murdered.)

Whenever you’re conscious, he’ll do pretty much anything you say, so long as it won’t get you anymore hurt or risk stunting your recovery.

When you’re released from the hospital, he’ll be by your side nearly 24/7 because he hates the idea of you getting hurt again just because he wasn’t there to protect you.

Aster (Horrortale Papyrus):

Tries to look calm and composed, but he does about as poor of a job as his brother. He does better in that he doesn’t act out or get in the way of the nurses, but he’s also crying and shaking and sobbing and can’t stop.

You getting injured triggers him pretty badly. If you’re not bleeding, it’ll probably be “only” a bad anxiety attack, but if there’s any blood involved it’s escalating into a full-blown panic attack.

He’s a nurse himself, but I doubt he’d be allowed to work with the other nurses when it comes to you because of how unsteady he is. He’s not sure whether he’s thankful for it or not, because he doesn’t trust himself to do a good job but he also wants to be there for you. He trusts his colleagues, but it’s still nerve-wracking.

Just like the others, he’s glued to your side when he’s allowed to be. Very metaphorically. He’s the best of them all at giving you space, partially because he’s just more respectful lol and partially because he’s a nurse so he knows not to smother you with physical affection until you’re in the clear.

If somebody caused you to go into this state, he will just like Dusk go and find them. He won’t do anything physical, but he does intimidate the person very effectively. He’s a terrifying giant and he knows how to use that to his advantage.

When you’re fine again, he’ll be acting anxious and protective for a while. He feels really guilty about it (because he should be comforting you - plus, he’s a nurse! He’s seen way worse things on his job) but you’ll have to give him comfort. This whole thing didn’t inspire much positive feelings in him and it stressed him out a lot, it may honestly take more of a toll on him than it does you.

[repurpose-yourself]

Top To Bottom

"Oh no..." Max said, startled by the garage door opening, "He's home early."

Andy looked at his cell phone, "Fuck! Hours early. I got to hide."

To both their benefit, neither had undressed at the moment, making it easier to avoid Max's husband. But the problem still remained, Andy needed to disappear fast. Escaping through the bedroom window wasn't much of an option and with how the room was situated, Max's husband may come through the door and witness Andy's attempt to leave.

Max looked at the top, whom he had laid down for many times before, "I have an idea. It's temporary but it should work quickly."

"Whatever it takes, man," Andy remarked, "Just make it happen."

Max rushed over to the nightstand on his side of the bed, pulling out what looked like a toy gun, "I have been playing with this for a few weeks. I guess now is the best time to try it on a human. I’ll change you back when the coast is clear."

Before Andy could reply, bright light engulfed his body as the interior garage door opened and in walked Max's husband.

Max darted to the bedroom door, meeting his husband, "Well, look who is home early."

Felipe smiled at Max, "Hope I didn't interrupt any fun with another guy."

That comment struck fear in Andy, "Of... of course not!"

Felipe walked up to Max and hugged the man, "I kid. I took the rest of the day off to spend it with you. I know I have been working a lot lately and I figured we could go out to dinner, maybe see a movie."

Max smiled, "That sounds nice, actually."

"Good. Let me switch into clean clothes," Felipe said, kicking off his construction boots.

He slipped past Max and walked into the bedroom, shedding his uniform across the floor. As Felipe stepped towards the bathroom and closet, he noticed something on the floor.

“Is this a present for me?” Felipe asked, kneeling down to the carpet and inspecting what appeared to be new slides, “They must be. They’re size 13. Too big for you.”

Max looked confused. He strolled into the bedroom to see Felipe holding two nondescript black slides. Felipe’s rough fingers pressed into the heel of one, testing the cushion. The man looked up at Max and smiled.

“Thanks honey. These feel great. I’m going to break them in tonight, if you’re okay with that?” Felipe said, dropping them to the floor.

“Ummmm... yeah... of course,” Max said, looking at the former human that was Andy, “I... I would be offended if you don’t.”

Panic consumed the living slides with Max’s words, “These are going to feel so great on my feet after wearing those boots for 10 hours.”

While Felipe walked into the closet to get dressed, Max knelt down over the slides and shrugged, “Kind of don’t have a choice now, do we?”

‘You fucker!’ the slides screamed internally, ‘Change me back!’

“You do make a nice pair of slides and I’m sure you’ll be comfortable for Felipe’s big feet. Though, I am not sure why you changed into slides. Guess I need a little more training with that transformation gun,” Max remarked, “It’s probably better this way anyway. Hate to say it but this fling was getting a bit stale. And it keeps you from talking.”

‘I will fucking kill you!’ Andy cried out, the former human’s anger masking the sheer confusion of being turned into objects.

“Are you ready?” Felipe asked, returning in shorts and a shirt.

“You bet, handsome,” Max said, giving Felipe a kiss.

Felipe stomped up to the slides. His right foot lifted into the air, showing the construction worker’s hardened soles. The living footwear cringed, its anger turning into terror as Felipe’s plump toes crashed against the heel. The giant man jammed his foot in, bringing with it a masculine odor created from being locked inside Felipe’s boot. The living slides gagged, unable to rid itself of the smell. But then the massive foot pressed down, painfully compressing the slide between Felipe and the floor.

‘Fuck!’ the living footwear screamed internally as Felipe balanced to do the same with his left foot.

With Felipe standing tall and proud over the slides, his toes dug into the cushion, “These... these are amazing. Where did you get them? I don’t see a brand.”

Max smirked, “They’re made from a friend... I mean made by a friend.”

Felipe nodded as he swayed left to right, “That’s cool. Probably one of those 3D printers.”

“Ah, yeah,” Max replied, “Let’s go, stud.”

“Sounds good to me,” Felipe said, leading Max into the garage.

The two married men were on their way to a pleasant evening while the former top learned a difficult lesson. For the slides didn’t have the perceived control between Max and itself. Lowest of the low, the truest of bottoms, the living slides had nothing but a painful, degrading and pathetic existence to look forward to under Felipe’s soles...