#fully expect to sob at all of my sessions

[jittyjames]

guess who is starting therapy ✨

[rodolfoparras]

i wanna step on gaz

not in a bully mean dom way cause gaz is my baby but in a

"aww are you so needy you can cum from this alone :( do you like me so much that just seeing me above you like these makes you leaky :(" soft dom way

i want to make him CRY from pleasure

maybe fuck him so good he passes out and has the best sleep in years

Thinking about Gaz who you spoil and love so much, especially in bed and don’t get it wrong he loves it, basks in the warmth of it but sometimes he wishes you were a bit rough with him, sunk your fingers or teeth into his skin, denied him release or even sharpened your words and tone a bit.

But he knows you wouldn’t ever do it, God he’s tried it so many times, tried being bratty only to earn a soft scolding, tried riling you up a bit til you couldn’t help but be rough with him, only for you to be as composed as ever with him, hell he’d even voiced his wishes (albeit vaguely) only for you to fail to get the messages.

He’d never expected that his secret wish would be delivered to him right in the palm of his hand, and during a sparring session at that, when your foot is pressing awfully hard against his stomach which in turn has blood pooling to his lower half.

“Ready to give up yet?” You say through labored breathes, while playfully glaring down at the younger man.

Gaz’s body is slicked with sweat, chest falling and rising at a rapid pace and shirt and shorts awkwardly hitched up, from all the rough housing you’d been doing.

As you continue to trail your gaze down his body you notice the boner he’s sporting and can’t help the smile twitching at the corners of your mouth.

Gaz has always been so easy to rile up.

But the smile quickly drops from your face once you catch a hint of pink among the sea of navy green, peaking out between his legs.

Without even thinking about it your sock clad foot moves from his stomach, down to his crotch, toes nudging his shorts to the side, now fully exposing his panty clad cock.

It’s the piece of pink lace you’d recently bought for him, material carefully chosen as to not irritate his skin and going well beyond to make sure it compliments his size, something comfortable enough to lounge around in.

You just never thought he’d be wearing it to practice.

“Why are you wearing that?” You say, voice sounding breathy and strained.

Gaz tries to form words, brain scrambling for a reason- any reason as to why he’s wearing lingerie during practice only for a pathetic “comfortable” to tumble from his lips.

“And boxers aren’t?” You say giving him an incredulous look. “Be honest angel, why are you wearing these hm?” You say sock clad toes brushing along his sack and sending shiver up his spine.

“Felt-felt pretty” he finally manages to sputter out, hips slightly buckling up as you continue to lazily stroke his shaft.

You hum in response lightly pressing down on his cock in reward and hearing him grunt out in pleasure.

“So you decided to wear them to practice today? Wanted me to see how pretty you look in the stuff I got for you?” You say pressing down your foot once again and lightly dragging it along his length.”Is that right Angel?”

His cock twitches at your touch, and he nods his head in response to your question.

“Words Gaz, you know the rules” you say, tone sounding a bit more sharper, foot pressing down harder

“Yes sir, wanted you to see how pretty I look wearing them- just -please please -“ he stutters out, once again bucking his hips up.

“What do you want pretty?” You say with a smile on your face, feeling your own cock stir at the sight of him looking absolutely wrecked when you haven’t even touched him yet.

“Make me cum” he almost sobs out.

“Make you? Sweetheart you know I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, you’ll just have to beg for it”

[okkalo]

ditched

karasu x reader

genre(s): angst? to comfort, exes to lovers?

warnings: reader gets canceled on before a party

this is after blue lock

part 2 is here

guess who’s prom date cancelled on them 😋😋 so yeah this will be self indulgent (can u guess who my comfort character is)

it was six in the evening when karasu came across your slumped figure sitting in front of your front door. it didn’t take a genius to notice you all dressed up, yet your face was a red mess from the crying you had done. it came as a surprise to you both, neither of you expecting to see the other at the moment.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, voice rough as you lazily wiped your tears away, shying away from his gaze. his heart stopped when he saw you, broken in front of him.

“what happened?” he asked as the breath that had caught in his throat escaped. his softened eyes scanning you while cautiously approaching you. it didn’t take long for him to plop down next to you, his hand reluctantly coming up to rub your back. and it sure didn’t take long for you to break down, once again.

your frown deepened at the overwhelm of emotion, eyes immediately filling with tears. he saw, urging you with a push of his other hand to fall onto his chest. you followed, your hands bunching up his lazy t-shirt.

here you were, sobbing into your ex’s chest, wailing about a guy who had ditched you for another date. by the end of your breakdown he had figured out the whole story, saving you from a groggy explanation.

your sniffles marked the end of your crying session. you slowly tore yourself away from your ex’s embrace, keeping your head down to avoid him seeing your puffed face. you knew full well it didn’t work when he moved your hair out of your face.

“so, what are you doing here?” you awkwardly tried to change the topic, finally looking up to meet his eyes. he could only chuckle.

“i came to drop off some of yer stuff,” he pointed the laundry basket he dropped on the ground when he rushed towards you. it was evident he didn’t care how it fell, the newly washed clothes all sprawled over the ground.

“ah,” you nodded, awkwardly looking back over at him. your eyes caught onto the wet stain on his shirt, very obviously from you. “sorry,” you muttered, giving a lazy point when he gave a questioning gaze.

“it’s fine,” he answered. it didn’t take long for a moment of silence to wash over the two of you. both wanting to talk but not knowing what to say. “y’know that guy is a douchebag.” you giggled at his attempt to clear the air.

“yeah,” you could only agree, eyes falling to your hands sitting in your lap.

“you look amazin’,” he continued, eyes never leaving you and you’re embarrassed reactions.

“thanks,” you sighed, keeping your head down, “…just wish i had somewhere to go.”

“we could go somewhere,” he quickly answered, your head jerking up in surprise. maybe it was the way he said we? or maybe it was the fire in his eyes as he said it. or simply just that your ex—of all people—suggested taking you out somewhere.

you and karasu didn’t exactly end on bad terms. your reasoning for every time someone asked about you two was always “bad timing”, which was true. a year after you two had started dating he was sent to blue lock where you had to live with not seeing him for months. it was when he was granted a two-week break that you guys cut it off, him broken but understanding.

either way, it was weird. not weird enough to fully decline though. “where would we even go?” you questioned after a moment of thinking.

“wherever ya want,” he shrugged, eyes falling to somewhere in the distance, giving you a view of his side profile.

there was another minute of silence as you thought, your stomach rumbling in the process. he turned his face back to get a view of your embarrassed face. “hungry? we can go eat,” he suggested.

“i want mcdonald’s,” you shyly admitted, a smile making its way onto his lips at the confession.

“mcdonald’s it is. ‘m payin’,” he got up, offering you his hand in aid, which you took.

“wait, but i can’t be looking nice while you look like that,” you stated as he pulled you up with a gentle tug up.

“ouch,” he gave a hurt look, to which you just rolled your eyes at.

“y’know what i mean,” you sighed, trying your best to ignore his signature smirk. “i still have that suit from my aunt’s wedding, come on.” he could only smile at the memories as he rushed back to collect the dropped laundry basket before running into your house.

five months of dating is when you forced him to attend your aunt’s wedding with you. you stated, “if i have to suffer, so do you.” he didn’t mind though, he thought it was fun to meet your family and hear your whispered gossip throughout the venue. your family welcomed him too, asking when you two were going to get married, to which you always blushed, trying to avoid his gaze.

he would never admit it but that was his favorite day. the memory soon dissipated as he walked out of the bathroom, now dressed in the suit you had kept in your closet. he didn’t miss the way your mouth opened in awe or the way your eyes sparkled. he looked the same as he did that day, maybe even better.

“am i that good lookin’?” he chuckled, cheeks heating under your gaze. you rolled your eyes and muttered a small “shut up”. you guys had the same conversation on the wedding day too.

“i bet you still can’t tie a tie,” you mumbled, walking up to finish his outfit with the blue tie he had once worn.

“i could do it back then, yer just picky,” he fought back, eyes falling onto your focused face that wasn’t far from his. he’s missed this, he realizes in the moment. the way his heart ached told him exactly that. and you did too.

with a sigh you finished the tie, smacking him lightly on the chest twice to signal you had been done. “okay, let’s go then.” neither of you spoke up about missing each other’s warmth at that moment. instead, you went to mcdonald’s as friends, acting like nothing more.

will most likely part 2 this

unedited thanks for reading

[popiastar]

cuddling hcs with rain, dew and swiss? 👀

-🔪 anon

yaaaasssss! i love writing some fluff 👀

❗info: gn!reader, fluff, small bean ghouls, must protect baby rain, dewdrop being dewdrop as always, swiss being the pervert he is

- probably the one who request to cuddle, rain feels safe having you near him

🌧️ rain

- no matter where you are. he wants it, he got it

- two types of cuddles: casual cuddling everytime you both are in public, that's consist in holding hands, head resting on shoulder, cozy hungs and the other type is more intimate and reserved when you are alone. specially in bed. naked

- basically you are his peluche, squeezing you tightly

- rain is sooooo touchy, his hands caress every inch

- most of the time you talk about random topic, that's because you found cuddles very intimate and sharing throughs is a fundamental part of your relationship even if you can understand each other just by a gaze

- as i said, rain seems like a cat. his nose rubbing your neck and inhale your scent

- "why you always sniff me?"

- "well, mh... you smell like home"

- you imitate him, plus placing a chaste kiss on his shoulder, he smells like home too

- music plays in background or just him begin to mumbles one and you follow him

- rain can be inappropriate too, he squeeze your body a little bit... sexual?

- not really his intention, just his nature

- rolling in the bedsheets close like two koalas and giggle together

🔥dewdrop

- this happen almost every night, after dinner rain come close to you and straightforward asks you to "cuddle naked and don't lost your time with those insensitive idiots"

- not a big fan of cuddling, initially he can be like ew gross and then yeah, yeah, if you asking so nicely

- you have to do the first move, he don't even know how to do it

- hug him and let him resting over your chest, dew secretly loves the closeness and the heat of your skin against his

- mumble how disgusting is cuddles but stays still like a rock

- not fully relaxed, he don't know where he supposed to put his hands so they are still on his figure

- want him to stop complaining and being relaxed? stroke his damn hair and dew melt like butter

- "ya know dew, you can touch me"

- "and where the fucking fuck i have to put my hands huh???"

- take his hand and place it behind your back. dew is still unsure, however he starts roaming your back gently

- humming at the sensation of your soft skin on his digits

- call him cute, blushing dewdrop for free!

- more often cuddling session but don't expect him saying out loud, he just looks at you

- you pretend to not understand make him flustered and starts to yell

- "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HUH? NO STUPID FUCKING CUDDLES? I'M WAITING"

💣swiss

- tease him about how much he actually loves cuddling and he blushing again. he also goes in self-combustion

- for swiss cuddle means inappropriate touch/make out session/vanilla sex

- imagine him jumping on the bed, laying down in a sexy pose and a rose between his teeth

- "what the fuck are you doing, sir?"

- "me, you... cuddles" *rising eyebrows up and down*

- laugh hysterically when he found out what cuddles really means and tells you he was joking

- your head resting over his buffy chest, squeezing your ass anyway cause they're calling me, he said

- caress his arms and you can see his hair rise up, swiss' skin is super sensitive

- kiss all over your face, he founds you cute and can't help by expressing with physical affections

- tangles his legs with yours

- swiss is hopeless romantic, sings love songs for you also mimicking slow dances

- take his hand and he probably starts crying, for him is equal as an i love you

- "are you crying, my black obsidian?"

- "yeah... i mean NO! hold on, are you really calling me like a gemstone?"

- hides his head on your shoulder, sobbing, how can you be so cute calling him by the way he calls you huh??????

- every time swiss spots you around he runs to you and rubs his head on your neck making you understand its cuddle time

[blackyote]

I was in Yellowstone for a week but now I'm back and I need to ramble about this scene a lil. It's probably my favorite in the entire special when it comes to emotional impact.

Like, Luz might be smiling when she tells Hunter he's family, but it's not the big, bright protag smile we might've expected if this conversation had happened back in s2. Instead it's soft. It's a little sad. We know that Luz is depressed and feeling guilty - which keeps the smile from fully reaching her eyes - but she doesn't need to be in a good mood to feel love or empathy. She sees Hunter wanting to protect everyone because he's the oldest and maybe feels some responsibility for Belos, and she takes a minute to express that it's not all on him. They're in this together. They're family. (The little arm punch, the lean. They're such siblings!)

And Hunter, he's so strung out after all the fear and paranoia. He's in such a vulnerable place. Besides, family has always mattered so much to him, but he lost the only family he thought he had when Belos revealed his true self. Hearing that word, and knowing beyond a doubt it's from someone who really loves and accepts him... It was an arrow straight to the heart. He had no defenses against it. His reaction is almost instantaneous. That choked, simple “Oh.”

It's a good, cathartic cry, but it still breaks my heart to hear. Zeno voiced it so well. Apparently Dana and everyone were "in awe" of him that session, and I'd believe it.

This is a character who never lets himself cry, and here he is feeling comfortable enough to sob in front of Luz, to let her hold him while he does so. And instead of feeling ashamed or embarrassed, he's able to crack a joke afterwards. He smiles. He knows Luz won't judge him.

Our boy has come such a long way.

[gingernut1314]

Survive pt. 1

Dio Brando x F!Oc

Summary: Ever since Elise Pendleton fell through the ice that had formed over the lake behind her family home, all she has ever wanted to do was survive. Her survival came in many forms, but the new addition to the Joestar household has caught her eye and her very soul and she is determined to have him.

Warnings: slight, more platonic Speedwagon x F!Oc, canon typical violence (injuries/death by childbirth, murder, broken arm, near drowning, mention of blood)

Word Count 2.7K

Setlist: Dio x Elise playlist

A/N: So this is kind of more backstory for my oc so it's heavier on the oc than anything else really buuutt if you choose to read I hope you enjoy and expect more of this to come!

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When Elsie Pendleton was born, she tore her mother so badly that she nearly died. Had her husband not been a renowned doctor, she might have bled to death then and there.

But the damage had been done. 

A year later, when her sister was born, there was no hope of saving their dear mother. Lady Pendleton had been a husk of her former self all throughout this pregnancy, having been unable to fully recover from Elsie’s birth. The coming of their new daughter had been the unfortunate end of her. 

At the age of six, Elsie fell through the thin ice covering the lake behind her family’s estate while skating around with her younger sister, Erina. Her father had warned them not to, the cold of winter only having just shown its fangs that season. The ice wasn’t thick enough to venture out and play, yet Elsie had done so anyway. 

The water had been biting against her skin. Water that filled her mouth as she screamed and thrashed as the heavy wool of her clothes dragged her further and further away from the light. 

Her lungs burned as they tightened in her chest, screaming out for a single breath. Her vision blurred and blacked in the corners. 

She was dying. Drowning.

Erina had only stared down at her. Had screamed yet did nothing to try and save Elsie. Did not try to grab her or even run for help. 

Their tutor had been making his way home after another grueling session with the girls when he spotted Elsie fall through. He had just dove in to grab her when the numbness of the cold waters set into her skin. 

He had pulled her from the water, disciplining shouts falling from his lips the moment his head met air. He had thrown Elsie to the ice, which tore into the skin of her hands and knees, as he continued his hissing reprimanding. 

Elsie shivered and sputtered, scrambling to her knees as she turned to look up at her tutor. 

The sun had cast behind him like some sort of heavenly glow, making him look oh the more imposing. All the most strong. 

He had power. He was powerful. He was powerful enough that he could get the girls in trouble with a few simple words to their father. He was powerful enough to save Elsie. 

Death had come for Elsie in that lake. Had grabbed hold of her throat and pulled her further into the darkness and yet her tutor had been strong enough to keep the reaper at bay. 

She never wanted to be that close to death ever again.

She was determined to survive, no matter what it took and she knew in that moment this man would be that survival. 

As Elise had watched her tutor walk off in a raging storm, Erina began her nerve-grating sobbing once more. 

“Your--your hair.” Elise had brushed her off and rushed after their tutor, but she knew what her sister had been so upset about the moment she caught sight of her slowly drying hair in her mirror. 

The once golden locks, which she shared in color with her sister, had been shocked into a pure white. 

White like the snow outside. Like bones and teeth. Of the death her tutor had saved her from.

It was a physical showing of her icy will to survive.

A year went by and Elsie became the ideal pupil. She was quiet during instruction. She did her work and excelled at it. She did not roughhouse with her sister as she once did. Did not run about the halls as she once had. 

Erina continued in her childish ways and it drove their tutor utterly mad. He turned to Elsie in those moments. He spoke to her of the irritation Erina grew in him. Spoke to her about how he wished Erina would think before she did. How he wished she would shut her mouth and never again speak. How her behavior was going to drive him from their home.

Elsie wouldn’t have that. 

No. No, not one bit. 

Her tutor was her savior--he would keep her alive and protected. Erina was threatening that safety and in turn, threatening Elsie’s very life. 

That night Elsie lashed out at her sister. 

At first, her sister thought Elsie had finally come around and was just playing as they usually did, but when Elsie threw open the window to Erina’s room and shoved her out of it, her sister knew it had been in nothing but cruel malice. 

Elsie had found her sister lying on the ground, arm bent at an angle it shouldn’t have been, and screaming her pain to the world. 

Fear had been in her eyes as Elsie descended upon her, grabbing her by the collar of her night dress and yanking her close to her bared teeth. Elsie shook her sister as if to shake some sense into her, rattling her broken arm and causing all the more pain to radiate through her little sister.

“You are a child. You act like a child. You will stop these childish musing or nothing in this world will stop me from dragging you back through the manor to find a higher window to throw you out of.” Elsie had hissed down at her sister, a look so wild it pulled Erina’s mind far away from the pain in her arm. 

This wasn’t her sister. 

This body before her was not her sister. 

It hadn’t been her sister for months, Erina gravely realized. Her sister had gone into the ice and this creature had crawled its way back out. 

Erina fell back to the ground once Elsie let her go, her screams having turned into mere whimpers of pain as she watched the creature’s face twist into that of utter panic and fear. Watched the creature cry out and rush back into the manor, looking for help. 

Erina kept as far away from whatever sort of hellish creature her sister had become as best as she could. She became quite--reserved. She kept her eyes averted from all and began taking long walks through the countryside just to keep herself out of her own home. Walks that even led her onto the bordering family’s lands, a boy with jet black hair and a nobel will catching her eye. 

And it was enough to keep their tutor around. Enough to make him happy and in turn make Elsie happy.

At the age of eleven, Elsie witnessed the murder of her tutor. 

They had been making their way back home after her tutor had brought her on a venter to examine some unique flora a museum in London had found when their carriage had been stopped. A gang of unseemly men had dragged them onto the cobblestone street, now covered in the blood of her coachmen. 

Elsie had been unworried. Had hardly let out a single scream because she knew her tutor would save her. 

He was strength. He was power. He was--begging for his life. He was begging for his life and in turn offering Elsie up to keep it. 

His pathetic pleas had been silenced by the sharp edge of a blade slashing through his vocal cords.

Weak. Powerless. 

He had never been strong enough to protect her. To keep death from knocking at her door, looking to claim her soul. 

Fear had turned her mute. Had made the hands digging into her skin an afterthought. 

She was going to die. 

She didn’t want to die. 

Couldn’t die.

Death was cold. Death was--was--it was the unknown it scared Elsie down to her very soul.

Elsie needed to survive but how would she manage that now that her savior had been slaughtered right before her eyes?

When the vile men had their fill of the killing and pickpocketing of Elsie's former tutor, they turned their gaze onto her. Had just begun to pull at the gemstones around her neck when a black bowler hat came flying through the air. The brim flashed silver in the lamplight before it cut through the vile men like they had been made of butter. 

Elsie tracked the hat, her fear lessening and lessening as it mowed down man after man before returning to its master. 

Awashed in golden lamplight, the boy grinned down at her, placing his hat back onto his head. He offered her his hand and she took it in moments, her skin pricking at the feel of his skin on hers. 

savior. 

Strength, power.

He held more strength than her tutor had. Held the power that he needed to win out against these vile men her tutor had been unable to win.

This boy was her savior--her survival. 

He would slaughter any man that tested him, she could see it in his dark brown eyes. 

She could also see his eyes filling with a sense of unease the longer he looked into her own. 

Somehow, Elise knew he could sense her overwhelming need to survive and the fact she would do anything to keep her life intact. She knew that as soon as he saw it in full, he would leave her without someone to keep death far far away.

And Elsie couldn’t have that. 

Elsie had been quick to pull tears to her eyes that spilled over her cheeks in a cold stream. She let a whimpering sob fall from her lips as she attacked her savior in a hug.

“Oh, that was utterly terrifying.” She cried, burying her face in his chest. “Thank you. Thank you. You saved my life.” She felt the boy's unease melt away at her tears, a hand coming up to rub her back in soothing circles. 

“Least I could do for a lady.” She pulled her head away from his chest, looking up at him with her watery green eyes so full of the fearful emotions she knew in her gut she should be feeling. The ones she had felt when she thought she had been about to die.  

“You must let me do something for you--reward you.” He shook his head, grabbing hold of her shoulder to pull her away, but Elsie’s hold on his black jacket only tightened. 

“I don’t need anythin’ from you--”

“Then tell me your name? I could not possibly go on without knowing the name of my valiant savior.” The boy’s chest seemed to puff in pride at her words. 

“The name’s Speedwagon. Robert E. O. Speedwagon.” Elsie smiled bright up at him. 

“And what a handsomely fitting name for such an honorable man.” Robert had half-heartedly brushed her off again.

“Eh, it was nothin’.” He said, glancing about the dark street at the chaos that had been wrought within. “Maybe I ‘ought to walk you home? Why a pretty lady like you is traveling down this street is beyond me--can’t have you gettin’ into any more trouble now.” Elsie was quick to latch onto Robert’s arm, pulling another whimper to her lips.

“I fear I live a two-day travel from here. We were heading home when--” Fresh tears sprung to her eyes. “Oh--oh god! What horrors.” She cried, burying her face back into his chest. 

Speedwagon instantly wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight to keep her from gazing upon the bloodshed of the night. And how safe she felt. She never wanted to leave his arms.

“It is alright now. I’ll keep you from harm.” His words filled her heart with a warmth her tutor had once made it feel. A warmth that let her know death would be a small thought in the back of her mind whenever he was around.

“Thank you…could you--could you please walk me to my aunts? She lives here in the city. She can make sure I get home.” Speedwagon nodded, beginning to guide her away from the scene. 

“Of course.” Speedwagon walked her all the way to her aunt's house, who had been more than happy to invite Elise and Speedwagon into her home. 

Her aunt offered to pay him generously but the boy had declined, declaring it wouldn’t be right to take advantage of a poor girl and her handsome aunt. He had just been doing what he felt in his heart to be right. 

Before he left, Elsie was sure to walk him out. She hugged him and placed her initialed handkerchief in his pocket. A handkerchief with the gemstone lines necklace she had been wearing moments ago. 

He had shown up the next morning to see her off under the guise of making sure she got out of the city with no trouble. 

And out of the city she did and oh how her protected heart had started to wither. She made it home in two days time and begged her father to let her go live with her aunt for a while. 

She begged and begged every day for weeks. Her aunt would teach her piano and art. Nothing more, she promised. Nothing more her father needed to be aware of of course.

He caved in after she started locking herself in her room. She refused to eat, drink, sleep. She shut her curtain so no light would seep into her room and finally, her father agreed to let her go off and live with her aunt for a years time. Only a years time

Elise knew she would change that time limit.

Speedwagon visited her every chance he got, bringing her flowers and sweet treats and Elise couldn’t have been happier. Couldn’t have felt more needed and protected. 

At the age of twelve, Elise Pendleton saw him.

She had just moved back home from living in the West End of London with her aunt due to the agreement she had made with her father a year ago. Elise had been planning and planning of ways to get back to London to be around her savior once more. 

Oh the overwhelming itch she felt to get back. The panic. It was enough to make her appetite turn. Make her nights sleepless.

Elise took to taking nightly walks. Ones she hoped would tire her mind out enough that she would stop thinking of danger and death. Danger and death she was ever closer to, being oh so far away from the person who had kept her safe from thugs and murders. 

She thought of the man who had saved her from Death’s clunges. Thought of his dark brown eyes, always so full of honor. Of his mane of blond hair which he had been starting to grow out. Of his bravery in the face of danger--his will to keep her safe.

Robert Speedwagon was everything she needed in a protector and yet as Elise’s green eyes spotted him, glowing in the silver light of the moon and stars above, all thoughts of the gentle street thug flew from her mind. 

He looked like an angel. No--no he was too beautiful for such a lowly life form. 

He looked like a god. 

Elsie had heard her sister whispering to their father of the boy the Joestars had taken in when she thought Elsie wasn’t listening. Of a boy as evil as the devil himself and just as cruel. 

His supposed evil was shown on the three moles on the curve of his earlobe. Elise had taken an interest in the occult a long while ago and knew those marks were seen as evil by most. 

But they were marks that also showed tremendous luck. 

He was utter luck--he was power.

Elise watched him walk over the grassy hills that made up the border between her family's land and his adopted family's. He walked with grace--purpose. His blond hair was slicked back, not a single strand out of place. His eyes, which she could just make out from this distance, were a sharp gold. Eyes she prayed and prayed would turn her way to gaze upon her trembling form.

He was her salvation. Elise felt this in her gut. 

She knew he would keep death far, far away from her soul.

And her soul also knew, without even having to speak with him, that he would only grow stronger and stronger. So strong no man on this earth could ever dare to challenge him and Elise needed that protection. 

As Elise watched this god-like boy disappear over the grassy hills she made a vow to herself. 

Elise vowed that she would do anything for him--be anything. As long as she had his protection, she would be his.

Elise Pendleton vowed she would be Dio Brando's one and only love.

Next

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Oh gosh how am i gonna survive all this that last ep TOOK ME OUT and now THERE’S STILL AZURE TO TAKE CARE OF ITS INSANE HOW WELL THE CREW UTILIZES TEN MINUTE EPISODES I FEEL LIKE I WATCHED A WHOLE HALF SEASON SCREAMS

OKAYOKAY

PT 2 OF THE SPECIAL CALLED THE PLAN MAN OH THAT SOUNDS FUN AND CHILL LETS GO (lmk s4 special spoilers ahead)

OKAY HERE WE GO

SOBS LOUDLY LISTENING TO THE THEME SONG

I AM MENTALLY ILL Y’ALL

OKAY

OH HEY

OH HECK ANOTHER

ANOTHER FLASHBACK

OH MY GODS I WASN’T EXPECTING A WHOLE OTHER FLASHBACK

I THOUGHT IT WAS BROS SPARRING IN THE PRESENT BUT NO THIS IS

HECK OH MY GOSH

AZURE

YOU N ME

THE WAY

AZURE LOOKS

AT MONKEY KING

SUS PIECE OF CRAP

LOOKS AT HIM LIKE HE’S HIS HOPE FOR THE WORLD

HE IS JUST A TINY MONKEY AND HE’S USING HIM LIKE THAT

THAT’S INSANE

WUKONG REALLY SEEMS TO WANT TO IMPRESS AZURE AND BE A PART OF THAT AND AZURE FR SEES THAT AS A TOOL BUT THAT ITS OKAY THAT IT A TOOL WHAT AN INTERESTING AWFUL FELLA I HATE HIS BLUE FURRY FACE

ALL OF US :D

immediately looks for macaque THERE HE IS :D

NEW OUTFIT

HELP

HE SOUNDS LIKE AN ANGSTY TEENAGER

OKAY

THAT’S GREAT VIBES I’M WHEEZINGN;SLDFMAWOEF

WUKONG FR THE MOM FRIEND CONFIRMED? /J /J /J /J/ JJ

MACAQUE’S EXPRESSION PLEASE I’M CRYINGBDSF;LMW;EF

WOW HE’S

HE WASNT’ ALL FOR IT HUH

LOOK AT HIM

HECK DUDE

HECK DUDE

WHEN HE STARTS TO MAYBE SLOW DOWN A BIT

AZURE HYPES HIM RIGHT BACK UP

ALL BECAUSE OF YOU

PEOPLE WILL NEVER LIVE IN FEAR

AND THAT SOUNDS PRETTY GOOD

YOU KNOW THAT’S ROUGH

THIS VERSION OF MONKEY KING WAS MANIPULATED INTO THE DOING WHAT GOT HIM UNDER THE MOUNTAIN HUH, BUT WHILE THE OTHER PERSON NEVER ACTED LIEK THEY DID ANYTHIGN WRONG SO ALL HE COULD DO WAS BLAME HIMSELF MY GOSH

HOW DID THE CELESTIALS LET AZURE LIVE DUDE, HE LITERALLY IS AN EX CELESTIAL THAT MUTINIED AGAINST HEAVEN AND PUSHED PEOPLE INTO DOING SO, BUT BECAUSE MONKEY KING WAS AT THE HEAD HE GOT OFF WITH JUST THE SCROLL OR SOMETHING? THAT’S WILD

YA BIG SWEETIE

YOU ME AND THE BOYS

OH

OH WOW HELLO

THAT WAS HIS FLASHBACK

YOU KNOW ITS ACTUALLY SO INTERESTING HOW AZURE DOESN’T THINK HE’S DOING ANYTHING WRONG

THAT’S WILD

ITS

ITS SO INTERESTING

THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIM  

ITS

ITS SO WHACK

WHAT IS THIS

I’M SO FASCINATED BY THE HECKING

SEEMS TO CARE SO MUCH??

BUT??

HE SUCKS??

SHAKES THIS BURNT PIECE OF MOLDY TOAST

FUNNY WHEN HE HAS EVERYHTING HE JUST KEEPS THINKING BACK TO WHEN  HE JUST HAD THE BROTHERHOOD AND WUKONG

WHAT A FUNKY CHARACTER THEY’VE MADE HERE HE’S SO WEIRD

I WANT TO PUT HIM UNDER A MICROSCOPE

OHHHHOHO WHATS THAT

GOT DISTRACTED AND THINGS STARTED TO FALL APPART AGAIN

YELLOW-TUSK FR LIKE BRO SO MAYBE WE SHOULD TAKE A STEP BACK

WOW I FORGOT ABOTU THAT CLEVAGE

WOW WHO DREW THAT LAST FRAME

THE DETAIL

DANG

ALSO WOW I’M WHEEZINGNLS;DMASDF

THEY FR

I’M FULLY PREPARED FOR THE BROTHERHOOD TO TURN AGAINST AZURE BECAUSE THEY SEE HIM TEARING HIMSELF APART Y’KNOW?

MAN

M A N

AZURE FEELS LIKE WHAT HAPPENED WITH WUKONG WAS A BIG OL SACRIFICE HUH

SO INTERESTING

OWA

THEY BACK ON MOUNTAIN

SCREAAAMS

LOOOOOK

I’M WILL CRY

HELPGMLSDM

CHECKING OT MAKE SURE NO ONES THERE

THAT’S SO SILLY

HE’S BACK

WE GOT OUR MONKEY BACK

HELPGNLSKMDS

THE PENG STINKY LINES

EVERYBOIDY JUST HATES THAT GUY HUH THAT’S SO FUNNYGSDNFLWEMF

MONKEY CLASS IS IN SESSION I’M SMILING SO MUCH

SANDY

MY ABSOLUTELY BELOVED

AND PIGSY SO HECK

TANGS SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS HELPGN;LSDKFMD

HE’S STILL HASNT’ CHANGEED

NEZHA SITTING LIKE THAT IS SO FUNNY

Its actually so good to have monkey king back fr i’m in tears

smARTIE KID IS IN ATTENDENCE

SOBS

LITTLE LOTUS PRINCE

WHEEZING;SFAEW

“I’m… I’m not gonna do that” no yeah Zuko vibes i’m just gonna say it i’m sure someone else already has but i’m HGL;SDFJA;OIWEFMAFD

he’s gotta be like a teenager in this

he just has the vibes

I adore them all so much you don’t understand

MK’S FFACE WHEN SANDY INVITES NEZHA OVER

WISE MASTERS I’M BEING TRAINED BY THIS SEAOSNHGLKSDJSD TANG BREAKING THE FORTH WALL PLEASELGMS;DOFWE

WISE MASTER

LET ME KNOW WHEN HE GETS HEREEBGL;DSFMABG;OAIWF

I

THE CRAYON

THE

HELPGMNLSDKMAWE

“I think you burst a stitch” whoever drew Nezha looks like they’re having so much fun

YOU’LL BE FINEBG;LSMAOWEF

You know they’re really leaning into making Nezha seem more like a teen in this ep actually his energy is just off the charts amazing

BIG IMORTAL BABYGL;SDFJASDF

DO YOU WANT ME TO THROW CRAYONS AT YOU

IS THIS THE BREAK FILLER EPISDOE? BECAUE I’M LAUGHING SM AND ENJOYING THIS LIKE CRAZY ITS WONDERFUL

ALL THE PICTURES IN THE BACKGROUND ARE SO GODO

THE BOX OF CRAYONS PLS

“THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT”

WHEEZING;LSDKFM

I LOVE HIM SM

OH RIGHT MONKEY MK

WE HAVEN’T REVISTED THAT HECK I WONDER IF HE’LL GO APE AGAIN

THEY?

PENG THEY/THEM PRONOUNS FR OH MY GODS HELLO?? OKAY THAT WAS DONE RIGHT I LOVE HOW CAUSAL IT WAS AND NOT A BIG DEAL BLESS YOU MONKIEI KID I’M ACTUALLY SO TIRED OF MEDIA MAKING IT A BIG INTRODUCTION DEAL EVERY TIME SOMEONE SAYS THEY’RE THEY/TEHM OR SOMEONE INTRODUCES THEM AS THEY THEM SO THIS IS SO FREAKING NICE BLESSSSS YOUUUU ALSO BEIGN THEY BUT BEING PART OF A BROTHER HOOD IT NTO BEING A BIG DEAL OR ANYTHING? AMAZING, 10/10 WE LOVE TO SEE IT I DON’T KNOW I JUST LOVE THAT SM

PENGS SUPER POWERFUL HELLO? COOL

HELPGN;LSDMA;OWEF

EVERYONE JUST

HATING ON PENG

I THOUGHT THEY WERE INTERESTING

CREW REALLY WENT

OH YEAH

THEY’LL HATE THIS ONE

AND DIDN’T WAIT FOR AN ANSWERGLKSMFAOWE

TOUGH SMART FASTER THAN HE LOOKS YELLOW-TUSK

OHHHH

I LOVE THAT ACTUALLY

WE’VE ALREADY GOT HINTS OF YELLOW-TUSK RECONSIDERING IT MIGHT TAKE LESS THAN YOU THINK

MAN ITS NICE

BUT HE’S NOT A MONSTER

WHY DID THAT GET OT ME

HELPGSL;KAEF

I

KAY

THIS

I NEED TO PROCESS LIEK THREE THINGS

NOTHING GETS UNDER HIS SKIN LIKE A MONKEY

HE BASICALLY JSUT “WE’RE GONNA ANNOY THE CRAP OUTTA THIS GUY MK AND ME”

ALSO WHATS WITH MACAQUE AND SMELLS THIS SEASON

LAST TIME IT WAS “interesting” AND NOW ITS “smells” I’MGBS;LDFKMWE

GONNA BE ON WUKONG LIKE A BAD SMELL

IS IT REVENGE HE WANTS? IS IT? I might be disappointed if its just revenge cause he doesn’t’ seem like he wants revenge so much as feels he needs Wukong out of the way and must  make that sacrifice yada yada, revenge feels basic for what seems like a complex character rn y’know? bUT HEY LIKE EITHER WAY THEY DO IT I’M GONNA END UP LOVING IT CAUSE THEY DO IT SO WELL SO HECK IT MY GUYS

FR CALLING HIM A STINKY MONKY EVERY FIVE SECONDS I’M CRYIMNGNSD;FLKMWE

HEY

I GOT THE CRAYON I DO THE SAYIN

THAT’S SO FUNNY PLS GJLKSDJFL;WA;F

I LOVE HIM

I ADORE HIM

HE’S EVERYUTHING TO ME

once again Nezha is so good he’s just sitting there grumpy like

ALSO THE VOICE OF REASON HE REALLY IS

I actually

You know what

getting emotional over how they’re all on board with whatever plan monkey king comes up with this time

like season 3 they had nothing but doubts but now they’re all ready to hear him out and listen and OH MY GODS GUY’S HE’S ACTUALLY TELILNG THEM THE PLAN

THEY’RE KEEPIGN CAHRACTER GROWTH I’M IN TEARS

THIS IS ACTUALLY SO GOOD? BLESS YOU MONKIE KID CREW ILY

THE BRAINSTORMING TOGETHER

OH BOY HERE COMES TEENAGE SARCASM

Y’all if Mk’s older than Nezha- CAUSE I CONSIDER MK TO BE LIKE 20 OR SOMETHING AND IF NEZHA’S A TEEN THAT WOULD MAKE ALL OF THIS OS FREAKING FUNNY

THAT

WHAT A CRAYON

WHAT A HIT

THERE’S THAT POSE AGAIN

I’M CRYINGBSD;FAMWE

THIS IS EBAUTIFUL

THE CRAYONS

NO SARCASM ALLOWED IN MONKEY KINGS CLASSROOM

ON TRAINING TIME?

LETS GOOOOOOO

WAIT THIS IS SO FUN??

HELLO???

PIGSY JUST YOINKED THAT MAN

HUG

OH WOW THEY’RE ACTUALLY

OH THAT’S BEAUTIFUL

LOOK AT THIS HYPE BATTLE

THIS IS SO NICE

OH ARMOR???

POWER UP

LOOK AT HIS PROUD EXPRESSION

FREE POWER UPS WITH ARMOR FOR FREE

LETS GOOOO

WHERE’S OUR COOL BATTLE ARMOR

AWW WHEN YOU’VE EARNED IT

WHEEZINGS;AFMAWEO

HELPGMNLSKFMEW

ITS THEIR WEAPONS

THATS SO FREAKIGN FUNNY

WHAT A NICE MONTOGUE

“so we all know i’m the greatest teacher in history”

“ughhhhh this guy” MACAQUE’S QUIET COMEMNTARY PLEASE;GSMKF

HEY

OKAY HURTFUL

PLEASEL;KMGSDF

HE’S NOT THAT BAD

LIKE HE SAYS JUST NEEDS SOME WORK

HE’S ACTUALLY PRETTY DECENT HIS EXPLAINING JUST NEEDS A LOT OF WORK

BUT ALSO ITS?? SO NICE?? HE’S COMFORTABLE SAYING HE’S GOTTA WORK ON THAT NOW?? ITS GORGEOUS I’M CRYING I LOVE HIM

MK TIMEEEE

I LOVE THAT

SHOWING HIM HE TRUSTS HIM AND LETTING HIM BE INVOLVED

NGL MONKEY KING AS A MENTOR REALLY IS SO GOOD

MEI LOOKS SO HAPPY FO RHIM LIKE YUP

CAUSE YOUR’E THE PLAN MAN MAN

AW

SUPPORTIVE DADSY

MK’S LITTLE BASHFUL SMILE

I ADORE

“I mean one of us could beat him, one of us specifically”

“NOPE NONE OF US AT ALL.” HELPT THAT’S SO FUNNYGHDSNFASMF

GET SCROLL

OH

SLAP EM BACK IN

HELPNL;SKMASDF

SO

JUST

SLAP EM BACK IN WHERE THEY GOT OUT OF

AND EVERYHTING WILL BE BACK TO NORMAL

.

Y’KNOW ASIDE FROM

NO JADE EMPEROR

HOW’S THAT GONNA WORK

HELPGLSDF

THE WAY MK DRAWS THEM ALL

MONKEY KING LIKE THAT

NEZHA LIKE AN OLD MAN

TANG GETTING A PIGGY BACK RIDE ON PIGSY G ET IT? CAUSE PIG?

SANDY CARRYING MACAQUE AND MACAQUE’S BLANK EXPRESSION I LOVE THIS

HELPGNSDF

MACAQUE ON TOP OF THE BLIMP

Mk’s doodles for how they win is actually

so good

always

they make me so happy

Nezha still looking like half deadNG;LAKWMFE

SOUNDS LIKE YOU’RE ALL OVER IT SANDY

WELP LOOKS LIKE HE’S BUILDING ANOTHER BLIMP  HUH

THE WAY HE DRAWS AZURE

OH MY GODS WHO DREW THESE

I NEED TO HAND THEM ALL MY MORTAL POSSESSIONS FOR HOW THEY’RE DRAWING MACAQUE AND NEZHA I’M CRYING;DSAWE

HE’S FACEDOWN ON THE FLOOR

MACAQUE IS JUST STANDING THERE I’MGNMSLDFMD

LOOK AT HIM DRAW

“If you have to ask… you’re probably on team be”

HE’S SO ANNOYED ABOUT HTAT PLEASE;LKMGSF

PLS MONKEY KINGS’ APPLAUDING IN THE DOODLE, THINKS MK’S SO COOL AND EPIC, HE DOES MK I PROMISE YOU HE THINKS YOU[‘RE COOL YOU ARE COOL

THE DBK FAM ARE FRIENDS

I LOVE THAT SO MUCH

I LOVE THIS SHOW

WHOEVER DREW DBK I NEED THAT AS KEYCHAIN OR STICKER OR ANYTHING

SHHHLURP UP THE BAD GUYS

SO THEY CAN NEVER MAKE US FACE THEIR NIGHTMARES AGAIN

WHY DO THEY KEEP DRAWING HIM LIKE THAT’ PLEASE ITS SO CREEPYGSLF;

WE;’RE ALL GONAN DIENG;LSMF

THANKS TANG

AGAIN

NEZHA IS JUST

SITTING THER I’M WHEEZING

LOOK AT THE ROOM

I LOVE HOW MESSY IT IS ITS SO NICE

I LOVE THAT PIGSY’S ON THE FLOR HE LOOKS COMFY

THIS IS A SILLY PLANNING EPISODE I LOVE IT SM

Okay y’all can trash talk Peng all you want I actually adore them, they’re so dramatic, Macaque has chilled out and now we have this guy and i love them

I LOVE HOW THEY’RE

ITS JUST THE TWO OF THEM

AT A BIG OL BANQUET TABLE

PENG ILY

YOU’RE SO FUNKY

a little chaos might be good for the world

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE AZURE’S GONNA WALK IN AND BEAT UP YELLOW TUSK OR SOEMTHING

OR GO BACK INTO THE SHADOWS ANGRY

I DON’T KONW

I LOVE THAT YELLOW-TUSK KNOWS ITS NOT SUSTAINABLE

HECK DUDE

HE’S ACTUALLY HORRIFYING

HOLD UP THAT WAS CHILLING

COMES TO FIND THEM ALL HAPPY AND JUST

WOW HE’S NOT DOING SO HOT

also wow yeah that’s a lot of cleavage monkie kid why you’re killing me here i can’t take him seirouslyGN;LAMFAWE;NF

YEAH THOSE DUDES LOOK TERRIFIED

HE’S

STILL SMILING

PENG’S SWEATING

HE’S TRYING TO HYPE THEM

AND HE’S

NOT LOOKING GOOD

PENG TRYING TO

YELLOW TUSK IN TROUBLE

LETS GOOOOOOOOOO

THREAT TIME

OH

OHHO

NOT THREAT

PENG

PENG HOW DID YOU KNOW THIS??

HOW OD YOU KNOW THIS??

OHHHHHH

OHHHHHHO

WAIT THIS IS LIKE

POWERFUL PERSON

IS DISTRACTED BY ONE PERSON

SO ITS NOT LIKE REVENGE ITS LIKE

NEED THEM GONE SO I CAN FOCUS

CAUSE IF NOT THEY’RE ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT

HOW INTERESTING

THEY’RE SO WEIRD

AZURE IS SO WEIRD

CACKLES

OKAY

WELL NOW I’M A LITTLE WORRIED FOR WUKONG

BUT

ITS NICE THEY CAN REALLY DISTRACT HIM NOW

ITS INTERESTING HOW YELLOW-TUSK WANTS TO CONFRONT IT AND PENG WANTS TO IGNROE IT, THIS IS LIKE DYSFUNCTIONAL TOXIC FMAILY ALMOST

(i’ve been watching too many therapy videos)

AHEM

ANYWAY

AZURE SURE IS A GUY

I HOPE WUKONG IS GONNA BE OKAY

HELPGPGLKSDMF

THEY GOT AMROUR FOR HTE LITTLE MONKEGSDNBF;ANFA;AWE

OH MY GODS

PIGSY

HE MADE THEM A SILLY LITTLE APRON

AND CARVED THE LITTLE MONKEY A WOODEN SPOON THATS SO HECKING CUTE YOU GUYS

ONE MONKEY APPRANTLY JUST LIKES HANGING WITH PIGSY IG

THAT’S SO NCIE

actually whoever drew pigsy there i would like to high five you you drew him so nice and shaped i adore

DRAMATIC MACAQUE

OH SANDY YOU’RE GONNA PASS OUT BLOWING THAT UP

s

scary? ;-;

nooooo

buddyyyyyy

YUP HE STILL HASNT’ ACCEPTED THAT PART OF HIMSELF THAT’S

YEAH

HECK DUDE

WHO DREW THAT

WHO DREW THE “IT’LL BE FINE” WHO MADE HIM SHAPED LIKE THAT I’M CRYNIGBDSF;LKMAO;EF WELL DONE IM CHOKIGNSD;FM

WHEN WE LOOK THIS GOOD AIN’T NOTHIGN GONNA BEAT US

HE IS

TRYING SO HARD

COME ON WUKONG U GOTTA TALK TO HIM

PLS DONT’ CALL UR MONKEY FROM SCARY MKKKKKKK WUKONG IS A MONKEEEYYY

;-;

u cant just

ignore this whole part of ur power cause it scares you |;A;/

PLSSSS

UH OH

LOOKS LIKE HE CAME TO THEM

MACAQUE INSTANTLY SHADOW TRAVELING EVERYBODY TO THEM

HOT DANG HE IS ON THE BALL

PIGSY AND DANG FALT ON THE GROUNDMGDFSFD

OH MY GOODNESS THAT IS GONNA MAKE SUCH A TRANSITION FOR AMVS HOLY CRAP I’M EYEING UP THAT BIT

OH BOY

MK BUDDY YOU MIGHT HAVE TO MONKEY UP TO SAVE YOUR MENTOR U H

WHAT A LINE ACTUALLY

I WILL TEST THE LIMITS OF SUN WUKONGS IMMORTALITY

THAT WAS

WHAT A LINE

HECKING

SCREAMS

OKAY

THAT WAS PRETTY CHILL ALL THINGS CONSIDERED

NOW WE GET TO THE AMV RICH ANIAMTION HUH?

THERE’S TWO MORE EPISODES AND THAT’S IT

THERE’S TWO MORE FULL EPISODES THAT MAKES ME SO WORRIED FOR WUKONG

I LOVE HOW THIS EPISODE ILLISTRAITED SO MUCH CHRACTER GROWTH AND POINTED OUT WHERE MK NEEDS MORE OF IT

SCREAMS

OKAY

I NEED TO GET MOVING TO THE NEXT ONE PEACE

KNOX OUT

[bnha-littlespace-things]

hii I have a request! (cg! tsuyu regressor! bakugou)

tsuyu finds bakugou regressed and hiding in a corner,crying because of stress,she decides to help him and even if he's reluctant at first (angrily telling her to 'go away') her comforting words and calm presence finally gets him to relax

i love this idea!!

tw; crying, light angst, nightmare mention, i don't think much else, let me know what else i should add!! ---

Asui had always been like a big sister to her friends. It was kind of second nature, after having helped raise her younger siblings. Sometimes being her friends 'big sister' was a bit more literal than she ever really expected.

She was trying to find Bakugou, as he was late to a study session that the class had organized. It was very unlike him, and Asui was worried. She wasn't the only one, but she was the first to volunteer to check on him. He could've just been asleep, or lost track of time studying on his own.

Asui approached the blonde's door, and was surprised and a little concerned when she heard quiet sniffles coming from inside the room. She checked the door handle, even more surprised to find it unlocked. Still, she knocked before entering, announcing herself. "Bakugou? May I come in, ribbit?" she asked.

The sniffling stopped all at once. It was quiet for a moment before she heard him say, "No! Go 'way! I w-wanna be alone right now!"

"You sound upset, Bakugou," Asui responded. "Is there anything you want me to get you? Some tea or something?"

"No! Go 'way! I don' want anythin', jus' to be alone!" Bakugou's voice cracked and it sounded like he sobbed a little. Asui slowly opened to door, just enough to peak her head in.

"Are you sure, ribbit?" She asked. Bakugou looked incredibly distraught. He had tears running down his face and had curled himself into a ball, sitting against the headboard of his bed. He shook slightly, as quiet sobs racked his body.

"Yeah! Go 'way!" Bakugou insisted.

"I'll go away if you really want me to, but something that always helps me feel better is talking about what's bothering me. Do you want talk?"

Bakugou hesitated before he answered that time, and Asui assumed that he was about to tell her to go away again, so she prepared to leave.

"I had a ni'mare..." Bakugou mumbled, curling up on himself more.

"A nightmare?" Asui asked, carefully opening the door a little wider so she could enter a little bit. She didn't want to fully invade his space, he might just get mad or feel trapped with her.

Bakugou nodded. "Is stupid... Should be o'er it by now..."

"Nightmares can be really scary, you're allowed to be upset by them," she reassured him. "I get upset by my nightmares all the time."

"But I'm no' supposed to be so- so- weak!" Bakugou sobbed. "I don' cry at dumb dreams!"

"Crying when you're scared doesn't make you weak, Bakugou. Everyone cries sometimes."

"Bi' boys don' cry..." Bakugou mumbled. "All Mi' doesn' cry..."

"Just because we don't see All Might cry a lot doesn't mean he doesn't cry at all, ribbit. And big boys are allowed to cry as much as they want. Crying helps a lot of people feel better." She smiled a bit. "You wanna know a secret, Bakugou?" Bakugou looked up at her, and wiped his eyes with his fist. His eyes were red and puffy, but he seemed to have calmed down a little.

"I like sec'ets..."

"I saw All Might cry once," she said. "Todoroki accidentally called him 'dad' and he started balling."

Bakugou laughed a little. "Tha's a stupid reason to cry."

Asui nodded. "It was kinda silly. So if All Might cries over silly reasons, why shouldn't you be allowed to cry over something scary?"

Bakugou sniffed a little bit. "Makes sense I guess.. T'ank you Tsu! You're really smart."

"Thank you Bakugou. That's very kind of you to say, ribbit." Asui positioned herself to leave. "I'm going to head down to the study group, do you wanna come with?"

Bakugou frowned. "No, you stay."

"Hm? How come?"

"Jus' until I'm big 'gain... Don' wanna go down small."

"Okay. Do you wanna play a game in the mean time, ribbit?" Asui fully entered his room and closed his door lightly. Bakugou lit up at the suggestion.

[jaxxsoxxn]

you got more of NSFW Headcanons of Flasharang 👌💋

Oh boy, do I! ;] (hcs from before in chronological order: normal, nsfw, spicy, normal)

Boomer absolutely loves Barry's thighs - bites them the most. Flash has to sometimes just wack his head away because "I have to run tommorow, Digger!" but usually he let's him go at it.

They'd be the worst in a threesome - their jealousy and need to touch would make it horrible for the third person unless they're a voyeur.

Talking about voyeurism - even when none of em have enough patience for just watching, after some "worse" fights, Barry would just tie Boomer to the bed and make him watch get himself ready/finger him without letting him touch. Digger fights him only for a few minutes, before softly begging and being like "doll... Ya know I didn't mean it-" man's thinking he's slick lmao

Flash would absolutely fight til grave that he's not even a little sadistic - but he also definitely enjoys just not letting Boomer do anything, leaving him at his mercy.

One day he decided to just check every tattoo Digger has, maybe while using his mouth. Boomer absolutely curses him and his entire "Speedy goddamn bloodline".

Also, Barry likes to notice every small thing, so Digger can hide his more sensetive areas only for that long. Boomer's sure that he hid them well enough, until his fav Flash stabs him with his fingers slightly under his ribs and makes him choke on his spit.

Digger, who will also fight this violently til death, adores working for getting shit - like, of course you can open him up if you'll beg nicely.

Getting Barry ready is Boomer's fav part of topping him - if he can eat him out before? Even better.

One time he just spits at Barry's hole and gets a concussion right back, after he jolts and kicks him in surprise with superspeed, almost throwing him across the room.

Talking bout rimming, Digger always acts like it's the biggest embarrassment ever when he's on the reviving side - he will fight tooth and nail, just to curl his toes five seconds later like a little bitch.

Flash's a rider and them thighs are definitely working overtime. He's also the one bringing snacks and water after a longer session - Digger might give him few snack bars, but he's usually not as concerned about himself, which he should be.

Boomer's not actually a crier! So when he starts tearing up the first time mid sex, he can't help himself not to stop Barry, so he can "deal with it."

Barry is absolutely down to just stopping fully and helping him with it, but he believes that it's "stupid" and it'll "go away". They have a talk about it later, with lots of softness.

Their relationship stared by sex and Digger fully believed that it'll be just that, because "why would he want him any other way lmao"

They still have an issue with softer sex sometimes, when Barry actually let's himself love Digger, not fuck him. Poor ol' Cap needs few breaks in-between, when he can just take some shaky breaths and relax.

Barry's so carrying that the first few times when he's like "Poor baby, you need a break? We have all the time you need, just breath with me, love." Digger sobs. He also gets 100% more sensetive to everything.

Me 🤝(shaking hands emoji) Making Boomer pathetic

Also it turned slightly angsty at the end, didn't it? Well,,

Also, my Boomerflash lovers n dear anons, sorry for slower response, but I am drawing a shorter comic rn for these two with lyric from "Too Sweet" by Hozier! So expect that, I guess <3

[azumasoroshi]

dude im being 100% fr shizaya fanfic writers were and are fucking insane

because my school banned ao3 (my fault, but that's not important), i saved a bunch of super long shizaya fics (which are PLENTIFUL for some reason, maybe because tastewithouttalent wrote so goddamn many) and have them open to entire work which allows it to stay open on my school devices without being “registered” per say

and they have been like. fucking destroying me

To Hell and Back by corteae started with “izaya and shizuo travel around the world and wacky shenanigans happen” and i was messaging my discord server like “SHIZAYA WORLD TOUR WOOOOOOO” and i was expecting wacky shenanigans and then suddenly everything went off the fucking rails in the way i LEAST expected it to happen

like maybe i wouldn’t have been so blindsided if i hadn’t skimmed through the tags so quickly but like it’s more fun that way. i hate when i actually see a ‘major character death’ tag warning because i want to be surprised

ANYWAY that was genuinely like. one of my favorite fanfiction reading experiences to date. it was like reading a whole novel with how much original stuff was in there but it was so focused on izaya and shizuo and characterized them so unexpectedly well that the original stuff never really felt out of place or forced even though it was so wild

and even though it got super dark at times it maintained this really hopeful outlook on everything and sometimes it was downright cheesy but it just WORKS for that fic and i love it because of that

and some of the challenges it made the characters go through just worked SO well for their canon characters especially post-ketsu and i gasped audibly at some of them and Ahrhghgghhfdgfd

and then the past few days i was reading this zombie apocalypse fanfiction (april 23rd by izayas) and it was like. the most depressing fanfiction reading experiences to date. i literally had a panic attack in school after i read this for a bit too long a session like holy shit it just felt so real and so heavy and hopeless

the writing was phenomenal and well-planned/foreshadowed and probably has the best shizuo AND izaya characterization that i’ve ever seen?? like i could believe things would actually happen in this way in canon. probably because their hate for each other is so intrinsic and they’re never really able to let go of that?? which is not what i expected because yes they bond and yes they care for each other but it was always in a way so that you could feel the wall between them, and even when they connect it’s only briefly, never enough to tear them away from their hatred fully

it almost feels shakespearean in how tragic it is?? everything is so character driven and all their downward spiraling is so poetic and sickening but utterly gorgeous to read. like at so many points you’re like GOD if only they had done this one small thing different, if only if only if only and it’s just htrgrhgfhgd drives me insane which is probably what izayas-san was going for lmao. esoecially at the end you can really feel the shakespeare tragedy kicking in

it’s notable that although it’s tagged shizaya and very much centers around their relationship, it’s much more an exploration of the will of human nature and their individual struggles with coping and growing from their experiences, and there’s like. no typical romance whatsoever

it’s about their sick, twisted, passionate love and whether it’s enough to save either of them or if it’ll kill both of them and just. god. i am empty after that fic i didnt cry but it feels like all the tears have been drained from my body i dont even know how to feel or how to function. i had to take a break from writing this review and it’s been a whole weekend and there’s still this weight on my chest that i cant get rid of :sob: for my sanity’s sake i sincerely doubt i could ever read it again but i honestly treasure that experience

ANYWAY READ SHIZAYA FANFICTION IT’S BUIILT DIFFERENT

[writing-rat]

5 Times Tara Needed Help, 1 Time Sam needed Help

Pairing: Sam and Tara, minor Quinn x Tara

Content Warning: Dealing with trauma, Bed wetting, Nightmares, Panic Attack

Summary: Tara needs help 5 times. Sam helps her. Tara helps Sam one time she needs it.

WC: 3135

i.

It was nighttime in the Carpenter apartment. Quinn was in her room sleeping, Mindy was at Chad’s for the night, watching Stab which Tara refused to do now. Tara and Sam were also in their own rooms. Tara was attempting sleep while Sam stayed up reading, her therapist recommended her to do that. 

One minute it was all silent, the next there was a sudden sound. A scream, coming from Tara’s room. Sam immediately put her book down, having a mental note of the page she was on. She quickly rushed over to Tara’s room, ignoring Quinn as she went inside, and her eyes softened. Tara was curled up, sobbing and covered herself up fully. 

“T,” Sam spoke gently, soon sitting down next to her and rubbed her back. Tara quickly hooked onto her sister, her bottom half suspiciously staying under covers. “I’m here, you’re safe. Everything is ok,” she comforted, trying to get the girl in a comfortable position. Tara whimpered as the blanket was taken off, a wet patch visible. “Oh honey, want to shower while I sort this out?” she asked.

“No!” Tara shouted embarrassed. “It’s just… water,” she mumbled out. 

“Ok… you know it’s ok? It’s normal after trauma, it’s how your body responds to it,” Sam explained, Tara listening intently. Tara soon got up, not caring if her sister was in the room. She just stripped off her pyjama trousers, not wanting the wet feeling. Sam did turn around immediately as she grabbed Tara’s towel and handed it over with a batch of clean pyjamas. Tara felt happy her sister did that, but embarrassed. What 19 year old wet the bed?

Soon after her shower, she walked out and was greeted by Quinn who was giving her some water and smiled gently. “Here. It usually helps me after a nightmare,” she spoke. “Sam also left some of your favourite foods in your room,” Quinn added on. 

Tara smiled at that, thanking Quinn. She proceeded to pop her head in Sam’s room. “Thank you Sammy… is it ok if I sleep in here tonight when I’m done eating?” she asked nervously, expecting a no.

“Of course you can. My room is always open,” Sam comforted with a smile. Tara grinned and nodded as she went to her own room, drinking and eating. 

That’s when they started to cuddle every night, and that lessened the bed wetting. It would continue when alone, and even sometimes when Tara was with Sam, but Sam always helped her out. She would be there for her sister.

ii.

It was daytime in college, and Tara had left her creative writing class. She needed to go on a walk, as they were talking about trauma. She still refused to believe she had trauma after all. She was sighing as she was just wandering around the block, glad her teacher had allowed her to just… take a break. The embarrassing nights did take a toll on her, and she had had 3 accidnets that week. It was only Friday. 

She was soon thinking of going to the bathroom to text Sam quickly to ask if she was ok knowing she would be leaving her therapy session about now. She proceeded to clutch her phone as she texted Sam. ‘You ok?’ it read. It was seen immediately and the speech bubble popped up. She was soon going into the bathroom, not realising 2 stalls were occupied. 

‘I’m doing better, therapy with Mary is helping more!’ Sam texted back. Tara hit back a grin as she was about to enter a stall. 

‘That’s good’ she typed out, before she was suddenly grabbed. The other door was kicked open and there someone was standing in a Ghostface costume, with the same knife that Amber had. 

Her breath immediately stopped as she was thrashing, trying to scream. Her mouth was covered though and the other arm of her attacker was around her waist so she couldn’t move whatsoever. She let out a small sob as she was trying to get Siri to call 911. Due to the muffling it didn’t worke. Her heart sank. She was struggling to breathe now, before a third person stood up from the final stall and showed he was recording. 

“Good going,” he grinned out. “Hope you enjoyed our prank Tara,” the voice spoke before all 3 took off their masks. Tara recognised them from Chad’s course, still struggling to breathe. That’s when they all realised how serious it was. They all looked at each other as Tara was going to a corner, putting her head inbetween her legs, sobs slipping out. 

“Shit, we should go,” the holder spoke before running out. All 3 boys did. That’s when Tara looked at her phone screen, seeing Sam had texted her. She saw she accidentally sent a voice recording, and was panicking more, clutching her neck, reading the messages Sam sent. 

She thought she was being attacked again, that Ghostface was back. 

The other messages consisted of:

‘Are you ok?’

‘Tara?’

‘If you don’t text back in 20 seconds I will be coming’ 

Tara decided to respond then. ‘Pnix atxk. Cnt breth’ was the response as she was struggling. She was sobbing at the same time which didn’t help. 

After 5 minutes, Sam arrived and was searching for her sister. It only took 2 minutes before she was there, next to Tara and held her gently. “It’s me Princess. Breathe with me,” she spoke gently. Tara looked st her before she started to breathe with her sister and was soon able to breathe. 

“Thank you Sammy,” Tara mumbled out, cuddled up to her sister. 

“It’s no problem. Want to go home?” she asked gently. Tara nodded as she was going non-verbal. Sam nodded as she picked up Tara, cradling her as she was taking her to her class. She sat her down quickly then grabbed Tara’s bag. The teacher nodded as he understood immediately and was setting a task before he went to Sam.

“Is she ok? Do you want me to send her the notes tonight?” he asked quietly. Sam nodded with a gentle smile. “Thank you,” she responded quietly, then left with Tara, wondering what happened.

iii.

Screaming. Cheers. Talking. That’s all that she could hear. The fairground was busy and Tara had forgotten her headphones. She was with Sam, Chad, Mindy, Quinn, Ethan and Anika at least. She was looking around as she was with Quinn as of current. She was holding her hand, ignoring the scratching feeling. She knew the sounds, the brightness and the touch wasn’t helping. But she wanted to be normal, so she would suffer. Of course Quinn noticed, but knew not to ask just yet until Tara was looking at her desperately. 

Quinn looked around before seeing a darkened spot and took Tara over there, knowing she was getting a little overstimulated. “Where are your headphones hon?” she asked quietly. “Home… I forgot them,” she whimpered out and was looking down as she was covering her ears slightly. Quinn nodded. “Let’s stay here for a bit then, hm?” She responded. Tara nodded and tucked herself into a corner, starting to go non-verbal and rock herself to try and calm herself. Evidently it wasn’t working, and Quinn knew Tara needed to go home. She was getting more and more stressed as she was also starting to cry. “I’m going to get Sam, ok?” Quinn spoke gently. Tara nodded. “Stay here. And borrow these,” Quinn added on and handed over some of her wired earphones then quickly left the side and looked for Sam. It took about 2 minutes before she saw Sam looking around worriedly, holding her phone. “Sam!” Quinn called out. Sam quickly looked over then rushed over to her. “What’s up? Is Tara ok? Where is she?” she asked as she was pacing about.

“She’s having a sensory overload. She isn’t ok obviously and she’s in a small side nook, I can take you there,” Quinn spoke as she was leading Sam to her sister. Sam followed quickly before she went to Tara’s side and sat next to her, not touching her. 

“I’ll leave you and Sam alone now. If you need me, call or text me babe,” Quinn spoke. Tara nodded before Quinn left, putting her phone on sound.  

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Sam spoke quietly. Again, Tara agreed and stood up, keeping her hands over her ears. “Is it ok if I just touch your wrist to lead you with me to the car?” Sam asked, wanting her consent. Tara handed an arm over to Sam, who led her out. She proceeded to steer Tara out of people’s ways before she was walking over to the car. Tara immediately got in, as she was curled up in her seat. Sam buckled her in, making sure it wasn’t too tight before she got in the driver’s side and put her own seatbelt on. She soon drove away. 

10 minutes later they were at the apartment and Tara was being led up the stairs. Danny, who was picking up take out. He smiled at Sam, who smiled back quickly before she was taking Tara upstairs. Tara was making a mental note of it as she was closing her eyes as the lights were too bright, and the smell of the food was making her feel sick. Sam noticed and quickened her pace. She unlocked the door quickly to which Tara rushed over to Sam’s bedroom and hid under the covers. Sam let her be alone as she sat on the couch, putting the TV on quietly. After 1 hour, Tara slowly walked out and went over to the couch, earmuffs still over her ears. She then curled up into Sam’s side, and Sam noticed how Tara was only wearing some boxers and one of her tank tops. She just stayed there.

She would always protect her sister, no matter what.

iv.

Wednesday, after classes. Tara was exhausted and it was dark. Christmas was coming after all. She unfortunately was having to walk in the dark this time, Sam being in therapy at this time. Mindy and Anika were on a date while Ethan, Chad and Quinn were shopping. She was yawning as she walked, putting on her Sony headphones. She was soon starting to nod her head to the music, smiling gently as she was not aware of her surroundings. Her medication for her PTSD was working after all. She was soon aware of her surroundings however when she was suddenly grabbed after she passed an alley. She let out a scream before her mouth was covered and she was punched hard against the head. A small whimper came out.

She tried to see who was attacking her, but they were wearing a mask, one she was familiar with. It was a Ghostface mask. She got tears in her eyes immediately as she thrashed about, trying to get away. She bit the hand, hearing a grunt of pain. “Quinn! Sam!” She called out before she was pinned down against the ground, her head pushed into a puddle as the guy on top was immediately starting to punch her head and was soon undoing his zipper, thankful it was getting darker and darker early on. Just as he was about to undo his button, he was hit around the head with a metal pipe, getting knocked out immediately. “Tara, you ok?” Sam asked. Tara had rolled over, taking in the air as she was shaking her head, tears streaming out of her eyes. Sam proceeded to keep the other guy down, having called the cops. “Thank you for texting me when you could,” she spoke. Tara nodded. “You was all I could think about texting. You was the closest,” she admitted as she was rocking herself. 

Once he was arrested, Sam was driving Tara to the house. Tara stuck around Sam however, not getting away as she was thinking of what had happened. “Should I tell Quinn?” she asked Sam nervously. Sam glanced over as she was looking at parking spaces.

“Only if you want to,” Sam comforted as she was rubbing her shoulder before she parked up. “You want take out tonight?” Sam asked as she was wanting to treat her sister as she had just been assaulted after all. 

“Dominos?” she asked as she was undoing her seatbelt, wanting to take her clothes off and shower and change. 

“Whatever you want,” she spoke with a smile. Tara nodded. 

“Vegetarian pizza from Domino’s please,” she spoke as she was getting out the car and towards the door. Sam was quickly following as she was chuckling and nodded. 

“Anything for you,” she spoke as she was rubbing Tara’s back gently, both sisters going upstairs.

Once Tara was showered and changed, albeit still feeling dirty, Mindy, Chad and Quinn were back. Tara went to Quinn’s side and kissed her cheek as Sam smiled gently at Tara. 

Tara proceeded to tell Quinn what happened, Tara had to stop Quinn from grabbing a knife to kill the guy. Sam meanwhile was secretly advocating for it.

v. 

Mindy, Chad and Anika were having a sleepover at Chad’s apartment, while Quinn was staying at a friend's house for a project. This left Sam at the house, except she was working till late, then had a date with Danny. This left Tara alone, and she was thankful. She had been wanting to relapse for a while now but could never. Someone was always in the house. 

Now though, she was alone, and she was thankful for that. She did a double check around the apartment however before she pulled the curtains down and was sighing. She then got to the kitchen and grabbed a knife before she went to the bathroom. She then proceeded to lock the door, stripped down and went into the shower and started the water.

She was soon letting out a breath, looking at the knife. A sick smile grew on her face before she was toying with the sharp edge with her finger, ignoring the blood running down her thumb. She smirked as she was soon starting to get her left wrist out. She watched as she dragged it across her wrist, letting out a shiver of delight as she felt better than before. She made several more cuts, feeling the pain, watching the blood drip to the water where it went into the drain. She was soon done as she was stopping the water.

She jumped when she heard the door. “Tara? I’m home!” she called out. 

“Don’t you have a date with Danny?” She called back, biting her lip as she grabbed the medkit.

“Yep, but he had to cancel at the last minute with work,” she spoke as she was closer to the bathroom now. 

“I see!” Tara called out as she quickly sorted herself out and got out of the bathroom. 

She forgot the knife. 

She didn’t realise until it was too late, when Sam was already in the bathroom. She then put her head down on the pillow as she was prepared for Sam to come in. That’s when there was a knock on the door. “Can I ask why there is a knife in the bathroom?” She asked. Sam wasn’t dumb, she knew why. 

“Protection,” she offered weakly.

“Really?” Sam asked, then went next to her. “You can tell me the truth, you know? I… if it is what I am thinking then I know what it is like,” she spoke. Tara looked up, widening her eyes.

“You used to self harm too?” she asked quietly. Sam nodded.

“Yeah… it was a while ago,” she spoke gently and slowly

lifted her shorts up, revealing the scars. Tara hugged Sam.

“Let me help you,” Sam comforted. Tara nodded. She would need it after all…

vi. 

Sam was walking down the street, hands shoved in her pocket. She had just finished therapy and was ready to go on a double date with Tara and Quinn being the other couple. She would be with Danny respectfully. She was sighing as she was thinking, unaware of her surroundings. She was soon starting to hurry her pace once she checked the time. She was aware of all the stares she got, she was the daughter of a killer and she also had killed someone. She hated Gale for weaponising her, but she also understood why she had made the story. She did have a right to be upset though.

What she was unaware of was a guy behind her, at least until her elbow was grabbed. She quickly punched who touched her and was not surprised to see the sneer. “Psycho,” the boy spoke. His friends were behind, it was clear he was showing off

“When you touch someone without consent, you should expect them to fight back,” she retorted before she was going away again. That’s when her ass was spanked. 

“No wonder Richie wanted you,” he spoke cockily. Sam growled. 

“If you don’t get away, I am not afraid to hurt you,” she warned. The boy just tilted his head and got closer.

Sam immediately pushed him away then was trying to walk away again, this time turning her phone on and recording. “Awww, is psycho girl scared of the law?” he taunted and gripped her shoulder. 

She was about to fight back when a small ball of fury ran past Sam and punched the boy in the face. It was Tara. “Leave her alone,” Tara warned. Danny was behind Sam then and gently wrapped his arms around her waist. Quinn was soon next to her girlfriend. 

“We don’t need you here,” Quinn added on. The boy, not outnumbered, scampered away like a mutt with his tail between his legs. His friends teased him.

“Want to just go home and eat there?” Danny asked gently. Sam shook her head. 

“No. I can’t be scared of anyone,” she spoke before she was walking to the planned cafe. The other 2 girls soon followed as they were going to protect Sam. 

That night, when Quinn fell asleep on the couch on Tara and Danny went home, Tara went to Sam’s room and knocked on the door. “Come in,” she heard Sam call in. Tara then opened the door and walked in.

“Are you ok?” Tara asked Sam, who was withdrawn from the harassment. That’s when Tara saw the tears in Sam’s eyes. 

“I’ll be fine if we have each other,” she then spoke, trying to not cry still. Tara nodded.

“We will protect each other,” she reassured. 

That’s how they ended up cuddling all night. Sure, both of them were fucked in some way or another, but they all had each other. The 2 sisters definitely needed it.

[haretwo]

Hello everyone! I’m making a thread to introduce you all to my characters who star in Tales Of Aniyah Goodwill. This post will be very detailed, if you don’t like walls of text, please skip over!

ANIYAH GRACE GOODWILL:

Aniyah Goodwill is the primary main character of her tales. This story is centered around mysteries in a quantum leap where technology, the spiritual, and the physical become perfect. In a world where she is the key to it all, there underlies a villain hidden in plain sight. Someone she loves as her own husband.

JASPER “DIVINITY” DUSKFIEL:

The second main character, Aniyah’s loving husband. As you may tell, he has something underlying beneath those “sobbing” eyes. Jasper is Aniyah’s least expected candidate to be possessed with the “Millenia Anomaly.” But sometimes… a grandmaster doesn’t play his move until the king is dead.

THE GRANDMASTER (Outfit):

This outfit symbolizes what would and could be “THE GRANDMASTER”, also known as “The Millenia Anomaly”. He is the primary possessor from another dimension, his purpose is to torment and take control of a world while moving on to the next to destroy its creation. A heartless beast which will reset every applicable wicked outcome until he is truly satisfied. Using Jasper as one of his hosts, he is defying laws and reality as it sees it.

KINGDOM’S THRONE (Seraphim of The Heavens):

A guardian and protector to Aniyah Goodwill, this seraphim has been solely placed to guard Aniyah Goodwill in her journeys. When she’s solo, KT will always make his presence known. He is a father-like figure to Aniyah Goodwill and a solemn statue in her faith. Always proclaiming the glory of her god.

Despite religious imagery, KT is solely in the game/story as a defense mechanism, and a fun friend that appears in times of need. He is not intended to push, but to glorify god.

ANNABELLE GOODWILL:

Annabelle Goodwill is Aniyah Goodwill’s “twin” sister, being her older counterpart. She always claimed her younger sister as her own due to their mother and father being so busy. Henna (their mother) taught Annabelle at a young age prior to becoming the First Lady of the world alongside her other ethnically based leaders solely chosen as a representative love to all to raise Aniyah.

Henna is the primary leader alongside another undisclosed woman who is irrelevant to the story. But for you, her name is “Cariya Dunespen”.

JESTER BARTHOLOMEW EDWIN CLOWNINGTON:

The main antagonist. A major lore-heavy troll who fell as an imperfect example of sin or imperfection. This troll is the representation of sin in Christianity as a whole. Meant to glorify a god he believes in (Christ), he makes an attempt in his own effort to become “greater”. Like god but not him at all. This obviously is a mistake as he had already been made this way, and a certain snake convinced him once more. It was but a time where life itself became reality once again, and a quantum leap happened because of this.

Because of one troll, the entirety of creation experienced a movement and shift in dimensions. Reality itself became fictitious, and that wasn’t good.

This does not fully summarize the story and its many implications and meanings. This is only the start.

BEEFCAKE BIURNO GREGORETH DOUGLAS III:

Bartholomew’s main henchman, a slouch, a joke, and a comedy character. Meant for humorous moments and purposes. Bizarre humor is in session with this one.

Beefcake is JB’s son, a small little troll mixed with a lightning monster for the purpose of a heart which rolls to his thunder. Beefcake is secretly a very strong opponent who will fight you when you least expect it. So be ready!

———

THE END FOR TOAG!

Copyright HARETWO / Hayden C. 2024, All Rights Reserved.

Art of these characters are used in DistroKid releases, and are in fact copyrighted. Usage is not allowed for anything other than fan-content.

[wolfbitingstarboy]

Starboy's Story

TW: Blood, Nail-biting/picking, Skin-biting/picking, Body Focused Repetitive Behaviors. Be advised that BFRBs are not a form of self-harm, however they may be very uncomfortable to hear about for people sensitive to stories containing self-harm. Thank you.

So, I've always been known for my love of research, to the point that my sister usually calls me a research monkey whenever I fall down a journal article hole. Even with all of my attempts to stop my "bad habits" and the years of research I've poured into them, I never realized BRFBs existed, purely because there's just so little information out there. So, I think it's safe to say that I never expected to discover them through Etsy, of all places.

This is my story.

I started biting and picking my nails at such a young age that I don't remember a time when I didn't. The earliest memory I have about my nails is when I was told not to pick at them by my mom, so of course I started biting them instead because it wasn't picking and I was born a smart ass.

Another time, my parents took me to a doctor that I recall being about as different from my pediatrician as you could get; where my pediatrician was the same short, round, ferociously protective Filipina doctor that delivered me, this new doctor was tall, slim, and felt detached somehow. He asked me to show him my hands, and I remember instinctively holding them behind my back, already aware that what he wanted to see were my ravaged nails. I'd never before felt the sort of shame about my "habit" as I did when he finally looked them over. He never said a word to me, only took notes. At some point, he turned to my folks, but whatever he said to them back then is lost to time now.

Biting and picking my nails at some point became biting and picking the skin around them and my cuticles, which eventually turned into biting the skin on my hands and lower arms to clear away any other "imperfections" I couldn't attack one-handed. Whether it was a blemish, an ingrown hair, a bit of dead or peeling skin, or even if I just spotted the slightest bump or a hair slightly too dark or thick, things would quickly devolve and whatever it had been would be replaced by a new wound.

Over the next handful of years, I became personally familiar with an unfortunately wide variety of textures and types of scabs and scars my behaviors led me to create. I can look at a scab and tell you if the skin underneath is healed "enough" to pick it off without bleeding and be right probably 95% of the time. The same goes for identifying signs of possible infection before they fully set in; when I saw the signs, I would always re-open, sanitize, and add Neosporin and a band-aid to treat the wound site, and very rarely did those signs return.

Looking back, how I managed to get this far without getting incredibly sick as a result of my BFRBs is shocking. Before the pandemic, I always washed my hands whenever I went to the bathroom or they got dirty, or if I was bleeding, but I wasn't especially diligent about it otherwise and just kind of went with the flow.

Fast-forward to somewhere around September of 2022. I was browsing Etsy for subversive "Hello My Name Is..." badges, and found a shop full of buttons saying things like, "Hello, I am asthmatic, not contagious," and something entirely new to me: "Hello I Have Dermatophagia, Dont' Ask About My Fingers/Nails." (Shop link at the end of the post.)

I knew enough to know "dermatophagia" translates to skin-eating, but that was it. I was fascinated. The shop had another one, "Hello I Have Dermatillomania, Don't Ask About My Hands." I wrote those words down and immediately looked them up. That was when I learned that Body-Focused Repetitive Behaviors are A Thing(TM), and not only that but that they're largely misunderstood, underdiagnosed, and untreated.

I finally worked up the courage to join a support group at the start of the year, and spent at least ten minutes of my first session sobbing because I'd never before heard the words, "This disorder is not a character flaw or any fault of your own. It doesn't define us or control us, it's simply part of us and something we recover with rather than from." I was floored.

It turns out there are a lot of us out there, and most of us have never heard the term "Body-Focused Repetitive Behavior" before. That's why I decided to make this blog. I want to share my story and struggles and hope that maybe someone who needs the resources that I have will find it. If nothing else, it's a great outlet and will help me spread awareness.

So if you read this entire thing, thank you for starting this new journey with me.

TL;DR - I found the words "dermatophagia" and "onychophagia" in a cool little shop on Etsy, discovered what BFRBs are, and learned that me being unable to "break the habit" without professional help didn't mean that I was a failure at life. :)

That shop is Doodlepeople on Etsy. You can find their "Hello I Am/Have" buttons here.

[raincamp]

7 - 27 - 23

today has been... a lot. i have a lot to talk about because it really just keeps snowballing, ive had the worst fucking BPD episode today

so i wrote this this morning, expecting to get to actually have a session with my therapist today, since yk, i did finally make an appointment with her referral (for context if you didn't read my last posts, she basically said: no appts until i start addiction counseling bc she can't treat addiction) //

"i've been having the worst and most painful fucking week of my life only for everything to be entirely made up by my imagination, oh how i fucking hate paranoid ideation

as i'm writing this i have about an hour before my therapy appointment— which i was one hundred and ten percent sure was going to be rescheduled, and that i was going to be terminated, because apparently my therapist doesn't like me— and i'm having so many urges to like, hurt myself, or do something to prove that I've been in pain this week because now that i've realized it was all just paraoia my pain no longer feels valid, or justifiable, or even real because of my emotional impermanence making it literally impossible for me to relive the emotions i was experiencing even 5 hours ago.

im partly glad that i only blew up at her once, i think i would be so much more embarrassed had i not. not to say that im not entirely ashamed of my entire reaction to something as small as this, but i also feel like she would've been able to understand how much I've been struggling this week if i had. and since I can't wholly remember how it felt, if it exists in somebody else then it makes it more real. idk. i just want my pain to be validated by her so much."

i was fully ready for her to text me today and be like "oh chill you made an appt see you in an hour" but what i got instead was radio silence. so i checked my appointment portal only to see our standing appointments for the next 3 weeks cancelled.

believe me when i say, my heart fucking dropped, i mean like, it was on the fucking floor, i was hit so hard i couldnt breathe for several minutes.

so, yk, i text her begging for an appointment like the pathetic emotional parasite that i am, and all i get in response is a "we can reschedule once you've attended your intake appointment" so i was like, welp, that sucks bc my intake is next week on a Thursday, so now i have to go two weeks without therapy. absolutely triggered the fuck out of me, i was crying, SOBBING on my floor, it just hurt so fucking much. i felt like i was being ripped apart and sewn crudely back together again, over and over again, everytime i calmed down enough to breathe it would start over again, wave after wave of sadness and shame and abandonment and rage and grief and desperation. i just wanted to stop feeling so much PAIN.

and yk what i did, instead of hurting myself like i nornally would, i texted my therapist like i've been taught to in DBT. she's SUPPOSED to be there to help me when i need it. thats literally in her contract.

mid-sob i typed out a message that was more akin to me begging her to pull me out of a sea of misery and perform CPR on me than professionally asking for help, but i genuinely didnt know what to do, and i STILL don't, because distress tolerance only goes so far, ive been feeling like this, constantly, since our last session.

and she just responded with reminding me that she set the boundary a week ago and we talked about a referral 11 days ago, but she was available for an appointment in two weeks (meaning ANOTHER week without therapy, total: 3) . completely ignoring my plea for help. it felt like she was telling me "hey just a reminder, this is entirely a consequence of your own actions. have fun dealing with it yourself!!"

i have fucking BPD, the only way i KNOW how to deal with anything is by hurting either myself or the people around me. and im THIS close to self destructing and quitting therapy altogether.

i am so fucking pissed at her, idk how she can expect me to survive three weeks without stable treatment. especially after i was hospitalized last month for a suicide attempt?? she knows how much im suffering right now. is keeping a boundary really so important that she can't even help me when im hurting this much?

all i want right now is to scream at her, and im definitely going to, at the very least, be as much of an arse as i can over text, idk, i feel like i deserve to let myself be angry at her. its definitely justified, despite what i said before. theres clear evidence now that I wasn't being paranoid.

i just feel so abandoned by her, physically and emotionally, i feel like i have nobody, i feel like im back to where i was before i started treatment. its so frustrating, and painful. and the fact that this is due to an addiction that i dont have any control over is making me feel even worse.

im trying to figure out why she's doing this, like, she's shown shes competent, i genuinely cant understand how doing this is supposed to help me. how is putting me through this much pain going to help? its making me so unstable. and ik im going to relapse again at some point before i get to see her again.

im trying not to think about it anymore, because everytime i do i start crying again. its to the point where i have a killer headache and my eyes hurt so much from the amount of tears ive spilled.

i fucking hate this disorder so much. nobody but me would be this attached to their therapist. normal people would be able to cope with someone setting boundaries easily. this shouldnt be causing me to feel this way. its not fair. im so exhausted from having to hurt so much all the time, at this point its chronic, its become background noise, its my idle state, and im enraged about it.

i hope good omens season 2 lives up to my expectations.

- andrew

[walks-the-ages]

Okay so ANYWAYS.

Quantum Leap.

My "this was meant to be a funny shit post but now I'm taking it super seriously" prompt has officially been incorporated into my little daydream Quantum Leap AU+Rewrite+Post Canon Universe.

it's sometime after my rewrite of the whole mess that is Last Dance Before An Execution (through) Shock Theater. (LDBAE-ST)

4x01 just straight up goes off the rails because none of that made sense except for the parts I'm keeping for Future Sam to deal with.

Anyways. During the New Events that happen to replace The Leap Back, Sam starts having very strange dreams and hearing [more] voices-- and the calls not coming from inside the house either, he already checked with the others!

Nope. Instead, he suddenly has spirits communicating with him in his dreams, showing up every night throughout the Leap, trying to ask him something but he can never quite make out what they're saying.

His lack of proof (or actual, meaningful communication) leaves Al skeptical of his claims and tells him they just need to get more sleep in this Leap while they can still can.

The Leap continues in whatever plot I decide at the eventual-maybe time of writing, and it's not until the very end of the Leap, when Sam has been knocked unconscious by the antagonist, that he's able to fully understand the spirits who are reaching out to him.

Al in the outside world is frantically trying to wake Sam up so he can go like, rescue a man who's been cartoonishly tied to some train tracks or something, idk.

Anyways, Sam wakes up, saves the guy, fixes what went wrong, and Leaps.

Weeks go by, as they always do before Ziggy can locate Sam's temporal signature again.

But weeks turn into months.

And suddenly, it's New Years Eve at Project Quantum Leap, only no one feels like celebrating, because Sam is still missing in between Leaps. This is the longest he's ever been "in between" and everyone is starting to get worried.

Then, right as the clock strikes midnight, Ziggy sends out an alert--

She's found Dr. Sam Beckett.

Except his brain wave and vital signs are off the charts, and something is messing with her system and "Admiral, we need you in the Imaging Chamber NOW! We don't know what's happening to Sam but you're the only one who can tell us what's wrong!."

Al, of course, is already sprinting down the corridors to the Imaging Chamber, more than halfway there.

Al bursts into the Imaging Chamber and the new Leap materializes around him as the Chamber powers up and sprawled on a carpeted floor of a bedroom is a young woman, blankets tangled around her legs, pajama suit rumpled, and sobbing.

After the traumatic shit show that was LDBAE-ST, Al has had to take multiple sessions with Dr. Verbena Beeks himself to deal with the fallout of what *Sam* has gone through, (not to mention dealing with the shell shock from the war), so Al is fairly confident he'll be able to help guide his friend through whatever kind of panic or anxiety attack they're having and help them calm down , and usually seeing that Al is there at all is some kind of comfort so he circles around and starts reassuring them he's here --

Only to not get the reaction he was expecting.

"Syl? Sylvi? Veon! Syl vee, vee, veon!" The woman on the floor exclaims and tries to hug him, then looks embarrassed when that fails to work "Vee, sylvi, veon, Syl. Vee Sylve, onn vee Sylvi."

Al just stares, because clearly, this is Sam. But for the life of him, Al can't understand a word coming out of their mouth.

Sam tilts their head in confusion at Al's flabbergasted look, "Sylveon?" They finally enquire.

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[aka Sam Leaps into Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Red Rescue Team / Rescue Team DX and lives out not only the entire main storyline but also all of the post game content until he finally passed of old age with his Partner at his side and only then did he Leap back into canon

but he spent more than a human lifetime there and doesn't realize he's speaking Pokespeak lolol.

Don't worry! It's fine! He still knows English he just has to jog his memory of how to speak it.

Oh, and how to walk on two legs again lol.

Also becoming a Pokemon is what unlocks his ability to Leap into earth animals later.

Anyways, Sam is an Eevee in Rescue Team Verse and so is his Partner!

Sam eventually evolves into Sylveon (aka the trans pride Eeveelution)

and his Partner, Eevee, because of Sam's presence in that world, evolves into [REDACTED].

[lunulater]

Last night I spent approximately three hours with a roomful of strangers, sobbing uncontrollably for the greater duration of that time. It was awkward, and uncomfortable. I was a few minutes late, flustered and already in tears before walking through the door; rushed, heart racing, kind of sweaty, with a little dog in tow and an irrationally large tote bag. I was a scene, and I felt it. Palpably. Everything in me wanted to jet right back out that door. But, I didn’t. I was there for a purpose. A commitment to myself.

So, with all I could quietly muster towards unsuccessful inconspicuous ends, I puddled myself into the nearest open chair, squeezing my little dog for dear life and trying to stifle sobs as my mask filled steadily with snot. A whole scene. Short of some glances, no one said anything, even if they quietly took note of the scene melting before them. And that’s why I was there. That’s why these spaces exist. What I needed, ultimately, was to be seen. Fully. Free of judgement.

I went to a space, with a roomful of strangers, and I broke down worse than I have for quite some time. I hated it. But, I needed it. That’s what that space was for. I’m better today for it. Not much less heartbroken, but the weight’s not the same today. For there’s been a trepidatious toe dipped towards recovery.

I’m grateful to have been invited, I am grateful to myself for accepting that invitation. To allow compassionate, loving, support from a group of strangers that just got it. I didn’t need to explain myself. I did not have to perform any scene, to be safe, to be seen. We were each there to be beheld. To be held. A room beholden to compassion and nothing more. And there I was, my presence cradled just for being.

Towards the end of the formal session I was able to choke out just enough to be heard too, leading with:

“I’m just so fucking sad, and I so fucking tired.”

I did not need to say more, but more tumbled out. I was met with grace, and mirrored experiences. I was met with compassion, and insight. To consider myself independent of the treatment and behaviors of others towards me. I was met with humanity. At the end of the meeting, the person leading asked who would like to stay to welcome newcomers. Newcomer. Me. I was the only.

Everyone quietly raised their hand. Then, one by one they came to me. I was embraced in every sense. More fibers of my being than not wanted to bolt. But I was there, for a reason, a commitment to myself. So I stayed, and I sobbed some more as people came to behold me, to hold me. To tell me they were glad I’d made it and that they hoped to see me again. They each filed through, no demands or expectations beyond being. And I was embraced in the warmth of being, of words, of bodies, of shuddered sobs and deep intentional breaths.

I struggle to feel comfortable with physical contact, I always have. For many reasons. This has become a progressively painful conundrum as I’ve aged. The pandemic has only made it exponentially worse. But, nonetheless, as fragile humans are wont to do, I crave connection through physical comfort. Through conscious embrace. Most of me, almost every fiber, wanted to flee, to isolate. But instead I committed to the choice of allowing myself space for the connectedness of humanity. For support, to be seen, to be heard, something we all deserve. We cannot heal alone. We cannot recover in isolation. We cannot be seen without showing up. We cannot be heard without first sharing. We cannot embrace our own humanity, with out accepting the embrace of others.

I am grateful to have been invited. I am grateful to myself for committing to that desperately needed connection. I will go back again. I am grateful for those who stayed and did the shared work of co-regulation. I am grateful for my little dog who put on the charm and made fast friends of the room. I am grateful that before departing we somehow got onto the subject of the healing properties of cat purrs. Followed by swapping photos of, and reasons for our favorite cat breeds; Maine Coons, Russian Blues, and Ragdolls.

I am still fucking sad, and I am still fucking tired. But, I’m also still fucking here. Standing, for the grace of others.

I also typically do not like guided meditations, but this one helped: Sitting with Difficult Emotions by Recovery Dharma