#id just be so stressed that i was messing up and the dog was in pain because of fur pulling on the skin 🥲

[neptune-knows]

school LI yan headcanons <3

focusing on m! whitney, sydney, and robin specifically -- also by no means exhaustive just some stuff off the top of my head feel free to share yours as well id love to hear them!!!

WHITNEY

#1 most likely to straight up kill someone for looking at you funny (or at all tbqh)

always marking you in one way or another, whether biting you or leaving hickeys or cumming inside you whenever you do it

not much changes from how he is in game to be honest, still wanting to tattoo you to show his property, or making you wear a collar with his name on it

when its just the two of you, he shows his soft side a lot more frequently

his hands pretty much never leave your person. hes always playing with your hair, holding your hand, groping your chest, playing with your genitals

his cute little stress ball <3

really really likes seeing you wear his clothes because its another way to show that your his

also loves seeing you in his bed, even non sexually (shocking, i know) because you are surrounded by his scent

i saw someone say it before and they were 100% right he has a scent kink and he will mark you with his scent if its the last thing he does

you get messed with a LOT less because word travels fast about the rabid dog that attacks anyone who looks at you funny

scary boyfriend privileges? scary boyfriend privileges.

gets conflicted because he loves fucking you in public and showing everyone that your his slut, he also wants to gauge the eyes out of anyone who sees you naked

SYDNEY

you are his everything, his love, his angel

devotion levels that border on worship

sydney will do whatever he can to prevent you from being tainted by the sinners of this town

i think he'd spread rumors about people who get to close to you, and do everything he could to ruin their reputations by abusing his positions at the school and temple

someone bullying you in the halls? it would be a shame if the teachers heard about their delinquency (which may or may not be exaggerated)

he overhears a classmate talk about a crush they have on you? sydney "accidently" mentions all the nasty things he overheard that person say while renewing their friend's books at the library

sydney sees an initiate getting a little too close to you at the temple? he might bring up his concerns about their purity and dedication to the faith to jordan the next time he sees them

only god can save anyone that messes with you at the temple when he's also there

"Belief won't matter, because I'll attack you for real."

he's also very aware of how kylar feels about you, even if he doesn't tell you he does

loves to rub it in and kiss you in front of him

showing kylar who you actually belong to

this is probably an unpopular opinion, but i think hes also not above resorting to violence when it comes to the people around you

definitely not on the level that whitney is willing to go to, and also not as obvious about it, but is more than willing to hurt anyone that touches you

seriously, the library rescue scene? when someone tries to harass you at the church? sydney is by no means passive about his devotion to protecting you

ROBIN

probably the most covert his yandere tendencies

your cute childhood friend who wants nothing but the best for you

he's so so sweet about it, he's just looking out for you, after all!!!

robin is very patient and willing to play the long game because he knows that you will always come back to him at the end of things

to him, its the two of you against the entire world

also sabotaging your relationships and happiness outside of him behind the scenes

always offering a shoulder to cry on when you get ghosted "out of nowhere" or when your school project vanishes mysteriously and you fail because of it

robin hates seeing you upset, but you shouldnt be getting joy from anything but him

he is also not above hurting himself so that you will take care of him and thus stay with him

on cloud nine when you dote on him and take care of his wounds

adding on to that, wants to take care of you more than anything else

his dream is one day being able to make enough to support the both of you so you can stay inside all day and be safe from the outside world <3

robin loves to do stuff for you, loves cooking and making you treats

he definitely isn't putting his bodily fluids into any of it!!!

... okay, maybe in some of it...

most of it

also steals your (dirty and clean) laundry like kylar

whoops!! he mustve gotten your laundry messed up!! sorry!! it will happen again

i might make a part 2 with either more hcs of these guys or of the other love interests if you guys liked this one <3

[fucksurass]

DEAD? Park!

Pt.3

Stan: Kenny...? You um-

Stan: Yesterday you were all... Weird? Now youre um.... Not..

Kyle: What hes trying to say is, What the hell happened after school yesterday because you actually look... Okay.

Stan: Yeah you dont look like a mess like after Pocket got here. You left insane and came back chillin. What happened?

Kenny: You mean apart from fucking Cartmans mom?

Cartman: WHAT KENNY- YOU- I HOPE YOU FALL ON YOUR POOR UGLY ASS-

Kenny: Im kidding! I read porn and imagined fucking her!

Cartman: THAT DOESNT MAKE IT ANY BETTER YOU DIRTY-

Kenny: And I said to myself, Im going crazy! No one died! Im just a little messed up right now because of stress! So I whipped out my weiner and started jacking it.

Cartman: Dear god, can Kenny please fall off his chair and bust his ass.

Kyle: Awe Kenny come on!!

Stan: Not what I wanted to hear today.

Kenny: What? At least im not acting crazy anymore. Id say this is normal.

Stan: ....

Cartman: ....

Kyle: ....

Kyle Cartman and Stan: Yeah hes got a point. Id believe it. Regular Kenny.

Kenny: Oh and those books arent gonna help you at all Stany boi. I suggest giving it up.

Stan: Come on dude... Let a man dream...

Kenny: Wendys probably a lesbian dude.

Kyle: Yeah she probably totally definitely is.

Stan: What...?

Kyle: Yeah... You should go for someone el-

Cartman: Faggot.

Kyle: Shut the fuck up Cartman!

Stan: Yeah! Wendys not a faggot! Im sure she'll come back. She always does...

Cartman: That went over your whole head, Stan.

Stan: What went over my head?

Kyle and Cartman: *face palm*

Mr. Garrison: Okay class.... Sadly and Unfortunately for me... Theres another.. New student-

Kenny: WAH thud! OW!!

Cartman: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA THANK YOU GOD

Ze Mole: Fuck god!

Kenny: Stop laug- ....Mole..?

Garrison: You know him?

Stan: All four of us do! Hey man!

Garrison: Thats cool. Anyway say hello to Christofeet- Chris- Christophne something or other or- Just call him Ze Mole.

Ze Mole: I have returned on behalf of Gregory. I wanted to ask if La Resistance lived on after I- er left... For.. War?

Pip: Hello Mole!

Ze Mole: Ah... You are here..

Cartman: Yeah we all hate Pip too dont worry.

Ze Mole: Sure.

Stan: Kenny? Oh not again... I swear..

Kyle: What- Oh...

Mr. Garrison: Can we please sit down? Im still teaching. Who else in here is gay?

Cartman: STAN AND KAH- OW KAHL WHAT THE FUCK

Ze Mole: ...Why are you looking at me like zat Kenny? Stop.

Pip: In a matter of seconds, dear Mole, Kenny well have assumed your death.

Ze Mole: How-

Kenny: Okay I am seriously fucking positive we WATCHED that guy die!

Stan: Come on Kenny! You were doing great!

Kyle: You almost had it then you blew it!

Kenny: We watched it happen guys! Cartman didnt turn off the alarm and he got attacked by guard dogs-

Ze Mole: I hate guard dogs... What a terrible way to die! Do not wish zat on me!!

*CLANG*

Cartman: Haha! Sick!

Stan: Oh my god! Ze Mole killed Kenny!

Kyle: You french bastard!

Mr. Garrison: Please be careful with that thi-

Ze Mole: Was my mozer careful when she shot me in my leg while I vas still in ze womb?!

Mr. Garrison: ...I guess not.

Craig: Dude sit down! You killed Kenny!

Red: Whos Kenny-

Ze Mole: Do not worry.

Ze Mole: Though he dies, La Resistance lives on.

Cartman: Nobody gives a crap about Las resilience! Lets all just wait for the rats to consume Kennys body so we can continue naming all the fags in the classroom.

Mr. Garrison: Lets all listen to the fat kid.

Clyde: Guys im not a faggot...

Pt. 2

Pt. 4

[red-dyed-sarumane]

tagged by @itstimetodrew for 15 questions!! thank u!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

i'm not really named after her but i do share a name with an older cousin

2. When was the last time you cried?

last month when i finished pmd eos again. the music and the friendship and the self sacrifice always gets me.

3. Do you have kids?

no & i dont want to for lots and lots and lots of reasons

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

i used to play soccer & do swimming when i was young but now the only sports i do are mental gymnastics

5. Do you use sarcasm?

yah

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

how they act like are they quiet or loud or grumpy or fun loving or serious etc

7. What's your eye color?

legally blue

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

scary movies. i have a very particular taste in horror so i dont always like them but i much prefer them over like "and then everything worked out & they were happy" endings.

9. Any talents?

qc calls me mad talented whenever she sees my doodles so in honor of her im showing off my art here

10. Where were you born?

in the us. im a pennsylvania resident for those who didnt know

11. What are your hobbies?

digital painting mostly but i havent done that in a month unfortunately. secondly i LOVE LOVE LOVE messing with vocal synths i may not be good but its like my favorite thing. related i like fucking around in my daw but i dont know shit about music so im just having fun being bad. last year i picked up making character plushies too & this year i want to expand that to trying to make rime's hoodie for myself but i doubt it'll go well lmao. i write if feel like it but its mostly to get scenes out of my head & i dont really try to be good. media wise i like to keep up with the niconico daily ranking for vocaloid songs & sometimes i play video games. i dont like to watch things id rather read books but it doesnt happen often. everyone who follows this account also knows i love to over analyze vocaloid songs too.

12. Do you have any pets?

i live with 4 dogs but theyre more my parents pets than mine.

13. How tall are you?

5'4" or like 162cm

14. Favorite subject in school?

in high school it was english & german in college it was ethics

15. Dream job?

none. i like what i have now where i go in, do my tasks, and get to come home free of stress and paperwork to do whatever the fuck i want. i dont deal with customers or anything. worst thing that happens to me is an egg explodes. peak type of job. but i dont want to do this all my life either.

taggingggg @andromedako @estradasphere @kukiyuuri & whoever wants to do it!

[littleperilstories]

📚 Your OC has to improvise a 10 minute lecture about a topic of their choosing. What do they chose? - Will *snicker*

📅 If your OC had one day left to live, how would they spend it? - Bree :p

🐁 Capybaras are friend-shaped. What shape does your OC have? - Jamie

🥞 Does your OC take proper care of themselves, like getting enough sleep and eating properly? - Colette

No Hatch-Bitch today, he can go fuck himself >:(

Thank you Elli for the ask! 💕 And thank you for creating this ask game!

📚 Your OC has to improvise a 10 minute lecture about a topic of their choosing. What do they chose? - Will *snicker*

If it’s truly impromptu, Will is absolutely just going to open his mouth and start talking.

What will he talk about? Who frickin knows…

Ok seriously I think he would talk about the dogs he and Jamie had for a few years when they were younger - how he found them, how he convinced his family to say yes, little cute stories from that time, how to care for them, and so on. :)

📅 If your OC had one day left to live, how would they spend it? - Bree :p

Of course you asked this question omggg 😭

Well let’s hear it from the gal herself, shall we? (not *super* edited, please forgive)

“I’d also start with a bath,” I confess. I comb my fingers through the tangled mess that passes for my hair. “The boarding house rarely had warm water for bathing. I never thought I’d be missing that rusty, freezing bathtub.” What I wouldn’t give, even, for just a comb. I’m going to walk to the gallows with a rat’s nest on my head.

“All right. And then?”

This is so much harder than I thought.

“I’d walk, too, I suppose,” I say, “but…not for a whole day. That’s madness.” He smiles despite the jab. “Go to the library, maybe? Stop at a bakery on the way?”

“Cakes?”

“Of course,” I say, and the look on his face is almost enough to make me cry. We both laugh instead.

“Don’t think too hard about the cakes,” I say. “You’ll only miss them more.”

“Why’d you have to bring up the bakery?”

“You brought up the cakes!”

🐁 Capybaras are friend-shaped. What shape does your OC have? - Jamie

What…shape…is Jamie…

Don’t say human-shaped, Kate.

Don’t say wolf-shaped, Kate.

Depending on the day, Jamie is...

an iceberg

one of those trees that grows out of the side of an eroding slope and the roots are becoming visible and you walk by and say, "hmm, wonder when that one's going to fall down"

a mother hen

🥞 Does your OC take proper care of themselves, like getting enough sleep and eating properly? - Colette

Most of the time, Colette does. I think Jamie said at some point early in the story that he can tell, or he suspects, that she came from money before they met, and he’s right. She was used to a certain quality of life before she left home. 😂

So, yes, Colette is taking care of herself—bathing regularly, getting enough sleep, and eating well. Maybe not as well as the olden days, but well enough.

When she gets stressed and worried, though…

Here's a rejected teaser for Chapter 22.

[Image ID: an image with a colourful Victorian house in the background. The image is overlaid with white text that reads: You're too thin. Have you been eating enough? And look at you. You need a bath. You've got leaves in your hair, did you know? Don't you take care of yourself when you're away? Where have you been? End ID.]

[altheterrible]

My dad drunk dialed me. At 4:15 PM on a Sunday.

What the fuck.

He hasn’t called me since January 22, a few days before my birthday. He hasn’t texted since January 30, a few days AFTER my birthday. And to be clear, in neither of those cases was he wishing me a happy birthday--he called on Jan 22 to drunkenly cry about how he misses my mom and he texted Jan 30 to tell me he misses my dog.

I knew I shouldn’t answer when I saw who it was, but I always have the nagging worry that it’s an emergency when I see him pop up on caller ID, so I did.

Total waste of time, energy, and patience. Definitely not an emergency. The anniversary of my mom’s death is coming up this Tuesday, but good ol’ dad was so drunk he thought it was today. Idiot.

He whined about how he’s lonely, he’s bored, and he misses my mom. He whined about how it’s so hard being on his own now, I couldn’t possibly understand how stressful it is when no one takes care of you.

He said he wants to come live here with us.

And I just wanted to be like, fuck no. And also, shut the fuck up. You treated my mom like shit for your entire marriage. There were years-long stretches where this fucking moron was unemployed and spent all his time drinking, smoking weed, and watching porn, while my mom worked her ass off to keep food on the table and had a literal nervous breakdown from the stress. My mom wasn’t perfect by any means, but compared to my fucking useless father? She was a saint.

He doesn’t miss HER, he misses how she worked, cooked, and cleaned so he had the freedom to do whatever the fuck he wanted, which was mostly stupid shit like grow weed in our basement, hit on teenage girls, get arrested for drunk driving, get arrested for drugs, get arrested for drunk driving again, get arrested for drugs again, almost set the house on fire, and on and on and on.

He misses that she let him be a child until he was 58 years old. She cooked his food, washed his clothes, made his doctor appointments, and bought his vodka. She fixed his messes--shit like calling him in sick to work when he was actually in jail, finding a way to pay for bail, and lying to the fucking cops about the marijuana plants in the basement. He was coddled and comforted and picked up after for almost 60 years of his life, and now he has to grow up and take care of his damn self, and he’s so stressed out! Life is so hard!

He wants me and my sister to take care of him now that my mom’s gone. He wants to come live with us so a “grown up” can take care of him again. He’s been an adult for 4 years, and he’s discovered he doesn’t like it.

Me? I’ve been an adult since I was old enough to understand what poverty, addiction, and mental illness were. Since I was old enough to comprehend that my safety, my well being, and my needs were totally irrelevant to my father and a distant afterthought to my mother. Since I was old enough to realize that if I wanted to stay alive, there was shit that needed to get done and I had somehow ended up in charge of doing it.

No one has ever comforted me when I was hurt. No one has ever protected me from danger. No one has ever fixed my mistakes for me. I have always comforted myself, protected myself, and faced my own fuck-ups head on.

And yet this useless, sniveling drunkard has the nerve to suggest I can’t understand how hard it is for him, being on his own? Lol. The fucking audacity.

I can’t wait until I’m an orphan.

[soggypotatoes]

ok ok im leaving hospital on monday but now im. now im very very anxious about leaving

like. not only do i have access to all sorts of unhealthy coping mechanisms at home. i dont have anyone giving my meds to me at set times??? also im gonna have no sleeping meds bc the only ones that work rn are hella addictive and he said hes only gonna let me have like 4 after i leave???? so im gonna end up not sleeping, losing my whole routine, fighting off dastardly urges all day and night, having to cook and clean and walk dog and pack and PACK and make DECISIONS ..........

i mean yes i will have good shower. and friends. and dolg. and mum visiting most days. ill have help.

BUT WHAT DO I DO WITHOUT THE SWEET CLEANING LADY WHO CHIRPS AS SHE COMES IN AND DOESNT JUDGE ME FOR THE HORRIBLE MESS AND JUST SWEEPS AROUJJND ME AND TALKS ABOUT BLUEY

AND THE SWEET GAY NURSE ON NIGHT SHIFT IM IN LOVE WITH WHO BRINGS ME  MY ZOLPIDEM AN D TREATED MY SELF HARM THAT ONE TIME SO GENTLY AT 5AM AND CALLS ME DARLING AND TAKES MY PHONE AWWAY BC HES A TIKTOK GIRLIE AND KNOW S WHAT ITS LIKE TO SPEND 8 HOURS ON TIKTOK INSTEAD OF SLEEPING

AND THE NURSE IM IN LOVE WITH WHO TRIES TO GET ME UP AND GET ME EATING FOO D AND WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I GOT UP BY MYSELF AT 8330 THIS MORNING AND LIT4ERLALY JUMPED FOR JOY WHEN I SAID I SCHEDULED AN APPT IVE BEEN PUTTING OFF FOR A YEAR AND A HALF AND WHO THELPS ME CLEAN MY ROOM AND DOESNT JUDGE ME FOR MY MANY CUPS JUST FILED WITH SUNFLOWER SHELLS

AND THE SWEET NURSE ALSO WHO FOUND ME ON THE FLOOR AND FOUND OUT I HADNT EATEN IN A FEW DAYS AND SCOOPED ME UP AND TOOK ME TO A TABLE OUTSIDE THAT UR NOT MEANT TO BE ALLOWED AT AND PUT AN INSIDE CHAIR THERE SO I COULD SIT AND BROUGHT ME BACK LIKE EVERY FLAOURR OF YOGHURT AND FRUIT AND OPENED THEM FOR ME TO MAKE SURE ID EAT IT

AND THE NURSE THAT ALWAYS SHOWS ME FUNNY EDITS OF HER DOGS SINGING SONGS AND ALWAYS ASKS WHEN REGGIES NEXT VISITING  AND BRINGS FOOD TO MY ROOM WHEN I CANT LEAVE

AND LINDA WHO I ASKED HER TO BRING BEDSHEETS CAUSE I HAD BEEN SLEEPING ON APPLE JUICE FOR 5 DAYS AND SHE WAS LIKE ‘ITS OK IT HAPPENS’ AND CHANGED THE SHEETS FOR ME AND SHOWED ME WHAT SHE WAS DOING SO I COULD LEARN HOW TO DO IT MYSELF (theres a lot of layers due to hygiene) AND STOOD BY ME MAKING SURE I PUT AWAY ALL OF MY CLEAN CLOTHES FOR THE FIRST TIME I GOT HERE 2 MONTHS AGO

AND THE OTHER PATIENTS HERE WHO ARE DELIGHTFUL, ONE SLID A BEAUTIFUL COLOURING PAGE OF THE FIRST LETTER OF MY NAME THAT SHE DREW AND SHE SLID IT UNDER MY DOOR ?????/ AND SHES SO NICE AND THE GUY I PLAYED CHESS WITH AND THE OTHER GUY AND THE GIRL I WAS TALKING TO,,, AND THE ONE WHO GOES ON WALKS WITH ME AND HAS REALLY ENTHUSIASTIC CONVERSATIONS AND STUFF

YEAH SHE SHOWERS HERE SUCK BUT WHEEEERRE ARE THEY ALL GONNA BE ITS JUST GONNA BE ME ??? ALONE??????????? AT HOME WITH ALL MY RAZORS AND WEED AND SHIT AND N0B0DY TO TALK ME THROUGH THINGS??????? NO PSYCHIATRIST 3X A WEEK, NO GROUP THERAPIST CHECKING IN ON ME ONE ON ONE TWICE A WEEK.... i will have my psychologist bUT SHES GOING AWAY FOR 3 WEEKS SOON she did offer to see me once during that but OMG

i have a lot of people with me here, i have plenty of beautiful friends offering to help, my mums gonna help too... im just scared. mostly about the sleep thing, i knowwww im gonna stop sleeping and this schedule ive managed to cultivate for the first time in ever will be fucked. like, ive been sleeping at midnight, getting up at 8:30, it’s insane!!! i do nap a  bit after cause my brain is so stressed and overwhelmed and tiiiired but it’s something!! i really want to try to hold onto this i really hope i have the strength. please, please have the strength to get up, please, even if you literally want to die. and take your meds every night and get off your phone even if it’s so so scary and you don’t know what to do without it. PLEEEEEEEEASE MAKE THIS WORKKKKK

[sereniv]

its so hard to find the balance of being informed and knowing whats happening, and focusing on my mental stability.

bc on one hand no matter what i do it feels like i cant just block it all out. it feels wrong. and i mean block everything. as in ignoring every post, not reading anything thats going on in palestine. or any other place

to just pretend like its not happening is not something I feel comfortable doing even if it might help mentally. but i dont even think id be able to

i dont need to see the videos or the pictures or read graphic summaries. and that is enough, is to even do the bare minimum

but even the bare minimum feels like too much.

and lately no matter how much i distance myself from it all its already in my head

and sometimes it feels like im off my pills. when i used to have strong delusions of reality being a simulation or of being watched etc

paranoid delusions and shit like that

like when i say i feel like im going insane i literally feel it. it feels familiar. but worse in a lot of ways

like i know what is happening is real but i can barely comprehend it.

i know what i see is real but through a lense its easy for my brain to just be confused at what im seeing. or hearing.

its a simialr feeling to when we read about the holocaust in school and when i saw pictures and read personal accounts.

i knew that it was real, it felt real to a point, but its like it didnt feel real in a way like so shocking that it causes dissociation

and like im doing the most i can do for myself. because theres no ignoring everything bc i already know its happening.

and now i have to manage my psychosis that im keeping at bay. and then ofc on top of that taking care of my grandma and both pets

amongst other things

i havnt felt this bad in a long time.

luckily i have stuff to distract myself but its like

always on in the background of my mind. it feels so claustrophobic like i want to break things

its hard to keep the right mindset and not just blow up at people, or to be 'reactionary'. which, i mean emotions first thoughts second.

its hard to push that down and act appropriately and normally. and to actually be able to think about what im saying

like its so hard to not cry or dream about this stuff. and like weed doesnt even help, and theres no way im going back to drinking

so its like i just have to raw dog the emotions.

idk maybe ill try edibles again, bc the smoking just isnt good for me

i just hope at least my grandma is able to get out of pain bc im getting so stressed im starting to think about adopting my pets out again just to be able to function

having to take misha out every 20 minutes fucking sucks. having to feed them sucks. having to take her out and scoop and to scoop cowboys cat box sucks

and im not getting enough sleep but at the same time somehow getting too much sleep

and then my tablet needing a replacement

and my room is a mess and trying to keep the dishes clean but they pile up every few days

and then just wanting to enjoy something like food and all im eating is gluten and its making me physically ill and in pain and tired

im dehydrated bc i drink at most an 8 oz glass of water a day, but on average a cup

which makes my muscles weak, im having trouble breathing

somehow im keeping it together

luckily im back on my meds

my grandma could die soon when she gets surgery and i really hope that doesnt happen bc i can not handle that rn at all

its just too much

also going to turn 31 this month when it feels like i turned 30 just a handful of months ago

so idk how i feel about that

i just feel physically sick rn. i should be sleeping but my sleep schedule is fucked up so i dont end up sleeping until like noon or 7am

[alohadvn808]

nothing really...

just wanted to write some random thoughts really. nothing crazy happening. been working out lately. trying to come up with another normal-ish routine on my daily life. I have been on my heaviest in terms of wait and I'm not really feeling that great about myself lately. I think I have been stuck being comfortable where I was and i want to make sure that im a point in my life where I can say im healthier in many different aspects. mentally have been kinda stable? not sure what that really entails, but I don't think I have been on a very depressed typa situation. I don't know. I guess im just at a point where things are starting to feel normal and that things that happen in life are not in anyones control. my emotions has been on a somewhat decent stage. I have not have many super emotional days like before. I think that I have had my mental health in a some what controlled state. im really just needing to let a few things out of my head. I feel like even when I vocalize it or talk to myself, not that that's even normal but, as much as I can, I try to get it out of my head. I feel like it has been a little bit of a journey here and there but not to a point where I need to seek help from medical professionals. I feel like I have been in control. im not sure if it's because I have been making myself think about the good side of things and not make a big deal out of the little things. okay, sure I may have some petty arguments with my partner but I think that's what makes out relationship a little more interesting lol ( that sounds fucked up, but let me be okay?) anyway, I have been struggling with dealing with stress form work and life. I haven't been able to balance having time to myself because I basically waste my time taking a nap when I could be a little bit more productive in my day so m trying hard to make things better. the past few days I have been doing things I would never do. like organizing the shoes at the front door and fixing the charger that my dog chewed on and make it work again. been able to clean up some mess in my room, although my desk space is a mess again and the shelf thing I have is just another disaster, I think I will get to it soon. most likely this coming weekend. im trying to have some time to myself again and basically know when to take a break and just say no to doing things I don't want to do. I have been pretty vocal when it comes to my needs and wants in my relationship with Jai as well. sometimes in turns into a petty argument but it has to happen. not every relationship is going to be where you want it to be and no relationship is perfect, but im trying my best to just communicate and say what I want to say and be honest. I think I have learn a few things from my past relationships and im learning to expect more from my partner and not be the only one that has to put in the effort. although, at times I feel like its still happening, but I try to just counter with taking more of my me time. I think that writing down my thoughts are gonna help with having to overload my brain and not make me go crazy again like before. im just happy that I have come a long way from what I used to be to what I am now. I guess I don't realize that I have been through some tough shit and I don't give myself enough credit when it comes to knowing I have come so far from where I was before. I guess I need to remind myself more often that I have survived a few hurdles in my life and that im still here, living and breathing and actually living and not just breathing. im excited for many more adventures im going to face and to learn more from what comes next. 

I guess goodnight for now, and I'll see you again when I have more thoughts id like to let go. :P

[caringtoncomplex]

SESSION 01

> ... > ENTER PASSWORD > [*****] > ... > BEGIN DATA SEQUENCE > ... > .. . > … > REBOOT CYCLE COMPLETE. > FIRST PLAYER INITIALIZED > TEST [START] 01: oh jeez thats me. > INSERT PROMPT 01: [UNKNOWN PLAYER ID] IM NOT SMART

01: That is not a promtp

01: can i give myself a name > ENTER NAME 01: [REDACTED]

01: :) > PLAYER ID ESTABLISHED

> [REDACTED]

> BEGIN.

> You wake up. You are lying on cold, concrete floor. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, the only sound besides your labored breathing. Your chest feels tight.

> A monitor attached to the wall blinks to life.

01: > get up and look at the monitor. stupid

01: > (mad dogs myself) > You get up to look at the monitor. As you stand, you realize that you are very tired. You do not know why.

> The room is small. 15 x 15 x 10. Concrete floor, concrete walls. Grey, lit by the harsh white light above.

> There are posters on the walls. A toilet sits in the corner. A radio drones, laid on its side, static.

> You look at the monitor.

> It is a view of the room you are in from an upper corner.

> It's you! 01: > wave into the camera like a loser

01: > look at the posters? > You do not see any cameras.

> You look at the poster. There is a depiction of a minimalist human holding hands with others, just out of view.

> "REMEMBER! COLLABORATION IS KEY HERE AT [CTC.]"

> The posters seem to be motivational, encouraging team-work and self-care.

> "FEELING STRESSED? TAKE A MOMENT TO BREATHE! WEEKLY WELLNESS MEETINGS EVERY WEDNESDAY IN R-164."

> "DON'T FORGET: IF YOU'RE EVER IN TROUBLE, JUST CONTACT [D-CRT]!"

> "IF YOU'RE FEELING OVERWHELMED, LIE DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND WAIT FOR SOMEBODY TO HELP! HERE AT [CTC], WE CARE ABOUT YOU!"

> There's several more. 01: > what about the radio? > The radio seems to be battery-operated, as it's not plugged into anything. Currently, it is playing soft static.

> It is not a model you recognize.

> In fact, you don't recognize anything in this room.

> You do not remember how you got here.

01: > ): no musics for me.

> ADMINISTRATOR PROMPT: [TURN THE DIAL?]

01: > OH. TURN THE DIAL

01: > SO SIMPLE

> The radio cuts in and out as you switch between stations. Finally, it settles on one.

> Music begins to play. A man- who's accent you somehow recognize to be British- sings. It is a lofty voice, full of passion, on top of layered instrumentals.

> "DON'T... STOP ME... NOW..!"

> "CAUSE I'M HAVIN' A GOOD TIME, HAVIN A GOOD TIME-"

01: > THIS RULES

01: > does it have antennas

> Yes. It has one. It is long and makes a funny noise when it wobbles side to side. Tktktktktk.

01: > mess with that antenna bay bee

> You play with the antennae. It continues to make the funny odd wobble-click sound. The music fades in and out when it's jostled.

> There is something written on the bottom.

01: > what does it say?

> “PROPERTY OF [CTC-FM]. 99.9 [MHz.] “

01: > move around the room with it just in case???????????????????/

01: > does it say anything else anywhere

01: > rotate that bad boy

> The radio does not, but CTC seems to be a reoccurring name. It stands for something familiar, but you do not remember.

> When you rotate it, the signal comes in and out. When you stand in the corner, the radio seems to pick up another station.

> It's hard to make out unless you listen closely, but there's someone speaking.

01: > oh god what are they saying .

01: > put my ear up to the radio and turn the volume up

> A male voice speaks through the radio. His voice is calm, and vaguely midwestern.

> "...emergency protocols.... all L-1 employees evacu... remain at your stations... the Administration thanks y... contact D-CR..."

> It's hard to make out the rest.

01: > :tails~1:

01: > IS THERE A FUCKING DOOR IN HERE.

> No.

> Just kidding. 03: help

01: > hey man you never know.

03: watching this like a letsplay rn

> There is a door. It's grey like the walls and made of metal. There's an observation window.

01: > so i cant see out the window. right.

01: > .......... :hesass:

> You can!

> You see a hallway. It is difficult to see down it due to the limited view. You see several doors, some with doors that are less heavy-duty than your own. 01: > WHAT DID I FUCKING DO.

01: > ..........................................................

01: > bang on the window

01: > this will definitely help my case btw

> You don't know. You don't have any recollection of what happened before you got here. Maybe there's something on your person that could help.

> You bang on the window. It's a loud, startling noise compared to the quiet of your cell.

> ...

> Nobody comes.

> The radio drones on, but it rattled oddly when you banged on the door, like loose change.

01: > check my pockets?

> You dig around in the pockets of your jumpsuit. You have several, so it takes a while.

> You find a polaroid, an odd clicker-like object with a bright blue button, and a wristband.

01:> check wristband

> It's a white wristband, not like one you would get at the hospital, but it's sturdy and can snap on. It has writing on it.

> "SUBJECT ID - [178]"

> "CLASS - [A]

> "NAME - [...]"

> ADMINISTRATOR PROMPT: [ENTER NAME.] 01: > [REDACTED[

01: > [REDACTED] sounds so bad sorry man.

01: > cyan e. jones. hows that > [UNKNOWN PLAYER INTERFERENCE]

01: > HEY MAN

> REGISTERING NAME...

> NAME REGISTERED.

> You check your wristband.

> "NAME - [JONES, CYAN E.]"

> That is your name on the wristband. You are subject 178.

01: > :cyantbh:

01: > okay check the polaroid

01: > gorgeous! thats an image of. something

> It is an image of something.

> You see a woman. She is tall, and wearing a white coat, like a scientist in the cartoons. You see yourself, but not wearing what you are currently wearing. You see another person. They look exactly like you.

> You do not know who these people are.

01: > OH GOD

01: > DUDE.

01: > YOUACNT DO THAT.

01: > okay now its time to press the button on the clicker i guess > You press the button on the clicker. It makes a very satisfying 'clck!' sound.

> A second passes.

> ...another...

> ...

> Suddenly, you hear a loud, ear-splitting noise roar from the monitor.

> "D-CRT CONTACT INITIATED - PLEASE STAND BY!"

01: > :why~4:

01: > I AM GOINGTO FUCKING DIE.

01: > .... go hang out with my beloved radio and wait for contact . i guess

> Not yet.

> There is a loading circle spinning away on the monitor. There is a logo in the center of a minimalist cat.

> The radio is comforting. The radio is your friend. It murmurs softly, white noise.

03: backseat gaming voice cyan put the song on again

01: > put the song on again yeah.

03: :ceeso:

> UNIDENTIFIED PLAYER INPUT.

> TROUBLESHOOTING...

> PROCEED.

> You put the song back on. The station is playing a different song, now, sung by a different man- also British. His voice is softer and hard to make out.

> "Good times, for a change..."

01: > wait. actually. look at the back of the polaroid while i wait also pease :)

> You look at the back of the polaroid.

> "5/07/2002 - first day"

> The monitor flares to life. You hear a feminine robotic voice, accompanied by text and a pixelated avatar of a blue cat.

> "HELLO, CTC EMPLOYEE! I am Delphi-COGNITIVE RESONANCE TRIAL- D-CRT, your ON-SITE assistant!"

> ...

> "YOU ARE NOT AN EMPLOYEE!"

> The little cat makes an angry face.

01: > :o

01: > "can you still help me?"

> "Of course! I am your ON-SITE testing assistant. I am always here to help! :)"

> It says the smile out loud.

> "Running subject identification..."

> "..."

> "Subject identified - S-178. JONES. Oh, that's weird."

01: > HM??????

01: > "why do you say that?"

> "Hehe! There's two of you in the database. Also, I can't access your records. How weird!"

> "Anyway, I see that you are in a locked room without a staff member present. I am designed to act in their stead."

> "Let's find the key! :D"

01: > god help me

01: > walk over to toilet? maybe the key is somewhere. over there i guess

> You walk over to the toilet. It's clean, but... you get the impression that somebody, somewhere, might have used it before...

> There's something metallic inside.

> [LOOK CLOSER?]

01: > look closer. unfortunately.

> There is a small screwdriver inside. The cat on the monitor watches you with something akin to eagerness.

01: > .............................................

01: > "do i have to be the one that grabs that."

> D-CRT makes a strange sound, like simulated laughing.

> "I don't have hands, silly! :3"

01: > :squarnt: grab the screwdriver

01: > STRUGGLING. but i survive. #girl

> You grab the screwdriver.

> The screwdriver has been added to your INVENTORY.

> INVENTORY:

> Polaroid

> Screwdriver

> Wristband

> Radio

> D-CRT seems pleased. The cat avatar spins around happily.

01: > walk back over to the door now. can i use it??

> You walk back over to the door.

> The screwdriver may be small, but it cannot fit in the lock.

> The radio has screws on the back matching the same head as the screwdriver.

01: > ................................... IM SO DUMB

01: > use the screwdriver on the radio. im sorry my friend ):

> The radio forgives you for digging around inside it.

> You unscrew a panel on the back of the radio. Out falls a key. It pings against the floor unceremoniously.

> Good news - the radio is perfectly intact, and now you have a key!

01: > USE THAT KEY ON THE DOOR BAY BEEEEE

> The door opens. D-CRT speaks up.

> "I cannot speak to you out there without a monitor. Good luck, 178!"

> The hallway is long and lined with various doors to offices and cells similar to your own. It veers to the right at the end.

> Most of the lights are off in the offices, save for one.

01: > oh go straight to the office with the light on. immediately

01: > BEFORE I DO.

01: > wait nevermind no im good. i was just gonna say thank you to the cat.

> The cat on the monitor smiles.

> “Remember - always be on the lookout for suspicious workplace behavior!”

> The monitor blinks back to the camera feed, through cameras you cannot see.

> [ENTER OFFICE?]

01: > ......... tentatively enter office

01: > WITH SCREWDRIVER IN HAND. just in case.

> There’s no one inside. There are filing cabinets lining the walls, and a desk with a computer on it. The computer is on, and opened to a desktop full of files and applications.

> There is a calendar on the wall featuring an orange cat. You know his name to be Garfield.

01: > put garfield calendar in inventory. this may not be important to you but it is very important to me.

01: > go and check out the desktop. whats all this then

> You try to put the Garfield Calendar in your inventory. The only way is to roll it up and put it in the pockets of your jumpsuit, as you are already holding the Radio.

> The desktop has various files and applications. You can only really recognize a few of them as the rest have strange formatting.

> "Subject Documents" "Employee Records" "MP3s" "PERSONAL FILES"

> The desktop also contains a copy of Portal 2.

01: > okay first of all check out mp3s. whats this guys music taste and how 01: hard am i going to have to judge it.

> You see several songs. You see bands such as "The Smiths", "The Killers", "Gorillaz", "Queen", and "Blur". The only link between them is that they're all British bands.

01: > ................. so ive gotta be in britain

01: > or something. right. is the thing.

01: > his music taste is pretty mid. anyways look at subject documents

> ADMINISTRATOR'S NOTE: The voice on the radio was American.

> You open Subject Documents.

> You see several files, names you don't recognize.

> But you do see a JONES. Two, in fact.

01: > ... open the first jones file

> You open the first JONES file.

> "NAME: JONES, CYAN E."

> Hey, it's you!

> "SUBJECT ID: S-178"

> "CLASS: A:

> "DOB: ???"

> "STATUS: IN STASIS - AWAITING ACTIVATION"

> "RESEARCHER ID: Smith, Connor A."

> "RESEARCHER'S NOTES: This one is weird. Why don't we have more records on them? It might be a clearance thing. I don't know how they expect us to work without access to full medical records. If they're the kind of subject that freaks out in confined spaces, maybe I should know about it before I'm the one who gets in trouble."

> "RESEARCHER'S NOTES: Subject acted oddly while in stasis. Lots of REM cycles, which isn't normal at ALL. I swear they blinked at me. Bloody terrifying. Did respond positively to music, and seemed to calm down after that."

> "RESEARCHER'S NOTES: Why did they give me this assignment? I wanted to work in robotics, not behavioral science. They're breathing down my neck for this one."

01: > so this guy SPECIFICALLY is british.

01: > oh wow im kind of like a little creature arent i

> This researcher known as Connor Smith appears to be, specifically, British. Unfortunate.

01: > sucks for him #fail

01: > check out the second jones file?

> You open the second JONES file.

> ...

> It's blank. 01: > awesome. thats normal.

01: > go into employee records. who is this connor guy

> You open Employee Records and search for Connor Smith.

> He is a Level 2 research assistant working in Behavioral Science and Machine Learning. He is from Bristol, and he's 37. He also works in the radio station on-site as a technician. The facility you are in has a radio station, apparently.

> You are assigned to him, but he doesn't appear to be here.

01: > why DID they assign him to me.... if he wanted to work in robotics.......

01: > much to think about. i guess

01: > look in his personal files also

> Most of it are funny cat.pngs, something you can appreciate.

> There are also photos of a man at a concert, the same man wearing a labcoat in front of others, and pictures of people you don't recognize. The man featured in most of them looks familiar, as if you've seen him in a dream.

> He's tall, pale, and prematurely greying. Kind of looks like if a stork was turned into a human man.

> This must be Connor.

> Looking further, you also find personal notes and entries. They're dated, spanning 3/25/2012 to 7/10/2012. They stop after 7/10.

01: > oh.

01: > look at personal notes?

> You open the personal notes.

> Much of it seems to be Connor talking about his day at work and his new research assignment, as if it were a personal journal. He talks about the conditions of the facility and his feelings of being watched, as he notes there are cameras literally everywhere. The name Dr. Moore comes up a lot, with mostly Connor complaining about how much he doesn't like him, because he comes off as "one of those people that went to college only because they had the money for it" and not because they actually care about science, something he is clearly passionate about.

> [READ AN ENTRY?] 01: > yeah read an entry

> LOADING...

> 4/03/2012.

> "It's kind of hard working down here. The elevator takes forever, and it's a long walk to the broadcast station aboveground. I've never had to walk so much, this facility is huge. And there's no windows, which is more than a little annoying. I wish they'd put some potted plants around here, but apparently that creates a 'behavioral disturbance' in the staff. I swear that the whitecoats 2 and up are trying to make this place as boring as possible."

> "I still don't know why I was given this assignment. I went to college for robotic engineering, now I'm stuck monitoring a test subject. We're supposed to be running behavioral and learning experiments later, but something feels weird about this. J, as I've been calling them, seems like they both appeared out of thin air and that everybody knows them. No records on where they're from or how the whitecoats found them. I asked Dr. Moore about why I don't have access to their records and he just smiled at me like I was an idiot for not knowing. I'm trying to do my damn job, if they have like, asthma or something I can't just wait for them to have an asthma attack mid-test."

> "Not only that but they told me to stop asking about it. I tried telling Emily but she said she got in trouble for talking about her own projects with other departments. It's in my contract for some reason. Apparently some employees aren't supposed to know about the stasis cycles, which, by the way, never fail to freak me out. I wonder if they dream in there. J seems like they do- they move around a lot."

> "It must be scary. Being asleep like that, unaware that you're being studied. They told me they volunteered. I just hope Dr. Moore isn't lying to me."

> The entry ends here, but there's more.

> [READ "7/03/2012"?]

01: > :tails~1:

01: > :evilcat~1:

01: > OKAY.

01: > MAN

01: > Dude.

01: > yeah read 7/03.

> Dude indeed.

> LOADING… 05: hang on what the fuck is going on in here > [UNKNOWN PLAYER INPUT]

01: [REDACTED] put me in the chamber

05: oh shit

01: hope this helps

05: (sits)

> "[REDACTED] :)" is being put in the chamber.

03: [REDACTED] escape

01: ^ im being put in the chamber

03: HELP

03: 1 persons forever hours too many doors

> Back to the game.

> 07/03/2012.

> "I can't shake this feeling like we're building up to something, but I don't know what it is. They're pressuring us to work overtime. They can't legally force us to, but HR loves to send guilt-trippy emails about 'good work ethic' and 'teamwork' and the rest. If I don't stay in the lab, Alice will get on my ass about me not being productive enough. I'm sure there's some ethics violations going on, but I live on-site, so I'd rather not get fired anytime soon. I moved to America for this job and I don't want to lose it."

> "I haven't seen Dr. Moore in a while. I've asked around but people say he's busy working on a project. IM-something. It must be important, because everyone is so secretive about it. Can't get a word out of anyone- this place is making me paranoid. That, and no one will talk about the weird noises coming from the digital interface department. I think they're using animal subjects, but some of the sounds just don't sound right. Scares me worse than when J looks at me like they can actually see me."

> "I just feel like we're either close to some kind of breakthrough where I can slap my name on the credits of a research paper and finally get my name out there, or that everything is going to go horribly wrong. I just don't think I can trust anyone anymore."

> There's one more entry after this.

01: > open the next entry :tbhBruh:

> 07/10/2012.

> "J didn't wake up when they were supposed to. We ceased the stasis cycle, but something went wrong. They didn't wake up. I'm typing this while hiding in my office. The others don't know yet. I don't know what to do. I don't know who to call. They aren't waking up."

> "They aren't waking up and I'm sc"

> It ends there.

01: > look. at. the bottom right corner. on the computer screen :verynormal:

> You look at the bottom right corner, on the computer screen.

> Today's date is 07/12/2012. It is 1:35 AM.

> Two days later from when Connor last wrote an entry about you not waking up.

> [HOW DID YOU GET HERE?]

01: > OKAY. WELL. COULDVE BEEN WORSE.

01: > oh is that a message on the computer. To me? to little old me.

> [IT’S FROM ME.]

01: > oh hi :)

01: > how did i get here like in the facility?

> You have no recollection. The last place you remember being, for sure, is New Mexico.

> But we don’t have time to ask questions. Something is happening.

01: > good heavens

> Alarms blare suddenly.

> “EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN PROTOCOL - STAY WHERE YOU ARE - WAIT FOR FURTHER INSTttttttttt-“

> The power cuts off, plunging you into the dark.

> …

> END PLAYER SESSION.

[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

night

[sukirichi]

a little think i thought of today:

reader who’s ranting to some man at the bar (toji) that their boyfriend (megumi) isn’t able to please them anymore. toji knows it’s megumi’s significant other and takes the reader home to show them that that fushiguro dick should be like. mans just absolutely puts the reader in a mating press and RAW DOGS them (doesn’t have to cum in them but certainly could👀). ends with toji dropping the bomb that megumi is her son and gives the reader an absolute shock factor. reader is distraught but doesn’t have the heart to tell megumi.

enjoy my thirst & sorry for the horny (10 bonks for me)

-🐌

warnings: nsfw under the cut, dub-con, rough sex, don’t read if you’re uncomfortable!

Oh my gosh, this idea is SEKC. I took long to respond because I wanted to give a scenario or small drabble for this, but my eyes are worn out and screw it, I’m jumping on thirst land with you. first of all, HELL YES. you’re just so tired and stressed out that you’re just not attracted to megumi anymore, and you wonder if maybe you’re falling out of love, or really, the sex is just really bad. it isn’t that Megumi is bad in bed, but he’s so stressed from work that sex with him is mostly just lame fucking for release, and you like to savor your time, you know?

you don’t want a “cheap fix.” so just as megumi passes out after an orgasm beside you, you clean yourself up and go to a nightclub, dressing sexily because you NEED to feel sexy after that lame excuse of a fuck. 

then you meet dilf toji. 

he’s dark, tall, handsome, and funny. easy to talk to as well. tyou share a few drinks and you’re lost in each other’s presence, the grinding and sexual chaos of typical nightclubs just fading into the background, THEN you finally get to the topic of why you’re there.

toji is there simply because he’s taking a break after a long day of work (aka being a hitman lmfao) and then SHYLY, but also desperate to tell someone because your friends would make fun of you if you told them, you admit you don’t enjoy sex with your partner anymore. that you’re mostly just being used to relieve some stress and you don’t even get to cum. you’re annoyed, irritated, and with all that pent-up sexual tension, you’re fucking horny. 

meanwhile, toji is just there like, “oh, really? he’s not even making you feel good? not even a little clit rubbing?” it makes you flustered with how he’s teasing you but you’re like, “yeah, it’s just awful. i can’t even look him in the afce without wanting to punch him.”

toji goes, “well, i can always help you, if you’d like.”

and yeah the uber driver is SCARRED because you’re dry humping in the backseat and you’re like ohshitohshit but also, his body is so big and warm and he makes you feel AROUSED and WANTED and you’re really horny, so you can’t really care anymore. 

toji is just cocky that you can’t keep your hands off him, and you go to his house because ofc, megumi’s asleep in your home.

you make out and strip clothes all the way to the bedroom, so eager to fuck each other that your bra is on the chandelier,  panties are on the countertop, and your dress is somewhere under the coffee table. it’s a mess, but a hot mess.

toji is a PLEASER. he’s the type to show off his strength and how good he can make someone feel, and he’s determined to give you the dicking of your life, and also to set a standard that, “this is how fushiguro dick should be like.” you both go at it so hard that you don’t even notice the framed photo in his living room with toji attending megumi’s college graduation.

he fucks you RAW. after assurance that you’re on the pill, ofc, but also because he wants you to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. wants to feel you creaming down on him and walls tightening around his fat cock and he is BIG.

you aren’t a virgin, but it sure does feel like you are because of how his fat cock stretches you. and when he bottoms out? you can barely breathe.

he’s just starting tho. he will press your thighs on your stomach and have your knees planted beside your head just so he can have full access to your pussy, and the squelching sounds are so pornographic you’re putting an adult star to shame. you’re screaming and squirting all over his cock, but his sex drive is so high that he’s not even close, so he just keeps pounding into you until you’re drooling and fucked out in his sheets. body sore, love bites everywhere, but you’re not complaining because it’s been such a long time you’ve been fucked good, and you’re still not satisfied.

doesn’t really cum in you because he’d rather see your pretty face covered in him and would most likely bust a nut just from seeing you swallow his thick cum, and when you’re panting and about to pass out from the best fucking of your life, you see his ID peaking out from his discarded pants, and it reads toji fushiguro.

“wait, fushiguro?” your heart drops from your chest, and you slowly peek at toji who’s also still trying to catch his breath. he DID just make you cum six times after all, and he’s had a long day at work, so cut him some slack. “would you happen to know a megumi fushiguro?”

the grin on his face is absolutely shit-eating. “yeah, he’s my son,” he finally drops the bomb, and you feel like you’re about to explode. “i hope i’ve done our family name some justice. i must say though - i’m surprised megumi has a really pretty girlfriend.”

[trackermons]

yknow what i am subjecting tumblr to this as well

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ok no i lay down and rolled over to go to sleep but then i got blindsided by thoughts so are you ready for a short ramble

i think the evolution scene this episode really hammered home the fact that it is about the bond you have with your digimon. 100%

hiro and gammamon have been doing it since episode 2 because they got really close really quickly. hiro's looking after him, they're allegedly Siblings™️, gammamon fucking loves hiro and hiro loves gammamon! they get along! but that's not exactly hard to do and it wouldnt take as long to build a strong bond as the others evidently did, all things considered. kiyoshiro and ruli are different because their digimon arent like, younger than them, or like some kind of weird dog or a five-year-old- they're individuals in their own right and they have their own interests and lives outside of their partners (i mean APPARENTLY apart from angoramon but i'll get into that i promise)

jellymon thinks kiyoshiro is fucking hilarious and is basically going "i could fix him but whatever the fuck is wrong with him is funnier". their whole relationship started out on her fucking with him relentlessly and finally getting attached after he proved himself capable under extreme stress, and i think that's most likely what she thought was endearing about him in the first place dhjdfv.. earned him her respect if you will. up to this point i think he's come around to her quite slowly- like, it's probably initially hard to become good friends with someone incredibly intent on causing problems on purpose everywhere you go- but they have been bonding! and the evolution this episode was the culmination of that! they really do care about each other, despite all the shit she puts him through, and this episode lowkey made me slightly emotional dshdnb like thats LOVE. not in the romantic sense (please god not in the romantic sense im still glaring daggers at the writers room DO NOT MAKE IT WEIRD) but they're PARTNERS. they're not just vaguely comfortable with each other (not that these two ever were in the first place hgSHDJ) but they've got a real dynamic going on and care about each other so much despite everything

if you hadnt noticed i get real fucking sappy about digimon-partner dynamics this is not a new thing i have been on this bullshit for years anyway leading onto my next point. ruli and angoramon Apparently are just around each other all the time. they don't argue, don't butt heads, angoramon just kinda follows her around and protects her from danger and listens to her music and recites weird poetry at the end of every episode like huh. they're super comfortable with each other's presence. but at the same time that's literally all it is. unlike with kiyoshiro and jellymon- jellymon is pushing, kiyoshiro pushes back, creating Problems and being endearing and giving them meaningful interaction with each other no matter how based around messing with people it is- ruli is the one doing the pushing (into dangerous scenarios, digimon hunts, etc) and angoramon is just going with it. he's not pushing back. they've never actually been in a situation in which conflict between them has been created and i think thats actually what's holding them back from evolving yet. They're comfortable with each other but have they bonded? are they partners? i don't think so, and i do think next episode it's that bond that's finally going to be tested before angoramon can evolve

anyway yeah that's my theory thanks for coming to my ted talk

/end ID

[brokestminimalist]

How to Go Shopping

I actually hate shopping. Some people do it for fun, but some of us want to get in and out without spending our whole paycheck. Grocery pickup is a great tool and I'm never going to give it up, but every once in a while there's no choice but to go into a store in person. Here's how in 10 easy steps:

1. Make a list. Preferably on your phone, so you won't lose it, but paper is fine too. Make a COMPLETE list. Walk around your house, look in cabinets, check your bathroom and laundry room. Leave nothing out. If the store you're going to has an app, you can put items in your cart on the app and use that as a list. Bonus: it'll tell you roughly how much you're going to be spending.

2. Know how much money you can spend. Check your bank account, just to be sure. Make sure you have the correct payment method with you.

3. Go to the store. If you're driving your own car, I find it more convenient to park next to a buggy corral than near the front. That way, after unloading your groceries, you don't have far to go to put up your cart.

4. Go inside and grab your stuff. Aim for non-food items first, then pet food, then non-cold food, then cold food. You don't want to be putting ice cream in your cart and then wandering around for another hour. If you have large items, such as big boxes of diapers or bags of dog food, place those items near the end of the cart with the bar code facing up.

5. Check your list as you go. Don't deviate from it; this is how we make excuses and overspend. Don't stop in the middle of an aisle in everyone's way, either. Pull over to the side or find a low-traffic area.

6. Go to the check-out line. If you have more than ten items, don't get in the 10 Or Fewer Line, it's rude. Also don't hop between lines, just pick one and be done with it. You'll get through when you get through.

7. Put your items on the belt. If there is someone ahead of you, use a divider. If there is no divider, leave a generous space. Put them on the belt in an orderly fashion, do not just pile them up all willy-nilly. It'll help speed up the cashier and keep things from spilling.

8. Bag the items and put them in back in your cart as they are being scanned, at least as much as is possible. If you've got those large items placed in your buggy, barcode up, point them out to the cashier. It'll be faster for them to scan the item in the buggy than for you to struggle with getting them on the belt. If something doesn't ring up at the price you think it was supposed to, this is the point at which to open your mouth and say something about it. Do NOT wait until you have already paid, Jesus Christ what is wrong with people ANYWAY

9. Pay the cashier. Have your payment method ready before the cashier finishes scanning the items. Do not stand there staring off into space, do not be digging around in your purse. Be ready, because you knew this was where your adventure was going. Swipe your card, hand over the cash, or write the check quickly. If you are writing a check don't this is not 1965 what are you doing bring your own pen and have everything pre-filled so you can just add the total.

10. Bag and load up your groceries while the cashier processes your payment. Thank her. Load up your groceries, put your cart away, and go home.

Here are some things to Not Do At A Store:

~ Don't have a family reunion in the middle of an aisle with someone you haven't seen in 10 years while blocking anyone else from getting by

~ Don't walk through the front door and then stop to dig around in your purse or look at your list. THERE ARE PEOPLE BEHIND YOU TRYING TO GET INSIDE

~ Don't make stupid jokes at the cashier about how LOL IF IT DIDN'T RING UP IT MUST BE FREE gee that was so hilarious the first 3000 times they heard it. You look like a jerk.

~ If the cashier asks to see your ID for an item, don't argue with them about it, just hand it over. No one gives a shit what you think your rights are, we all just want to get out of here and go home.

~ If you have a coupon that's expired, build a bridge and get over it.

~ Don't let your kids run amok

~ If you have a kid that's crying and doesn't stop after about 90 seconds, take them outside until they calm down. Everyone will be less stressed out, including you. Or better yet, get a sitter or do a grocery pick-up instead if at all possible.

~ If you have an item you've decided you don't want, don't randomly set it down somewhere. Hand it to the cashier and just tell her you changed your mind. It's much easier for her to put it in a restock bin than it is for a stocker to try to find it in the random spot you put it in later.

~ Don't bring a pet with you unless it's a registered service animal. Your untrained chihuahua that shits in the cart and barks at everyone who walks by is NOT a service animal.

~ Don't make messes. Don't unfold a whole stack of shirts and sling them all over a table, what are you like 4 years old?

Grocery or other shopping doesn't have to be an ordeal. Get in and get out, be courteous, and get back to the rest of your day, folks. Also, happy summer.

[shoutoismybaby]

A Pink Promise (BakuXReader)

Summary: You had a tradition with bakugou. A tradition where every time you had to leave each other you would wrap your pinky’s together in a promise that you would see the other again. But one night after an argument you storm out of the apartment without your typical goodbye, and bakugou gets a call that makes him question if he will ever see you alive again

WARNING: Angst, but it ends in fluff. Cursing, injury, car accident, fighting, and crying

Hi. I’m just gonna leave this here😘

***

“I should probably head home,” You shifted from one foot to another, “my dad will get worried if I’m late…”

“Alright, bye loser.” You giggled at Bakugous response and held out your hand, pinky extended.

“So, you’ll pick me up at two?” You asked, pausing at the confused look on his face. “What?”

“What are you doing?” Bakugou asked, he was staring at your hand. You laughed once more and ignored his glare,

“Oh, it's for a pinky promise.” You explained,

“You need me to pinky promise that I’ll take you on a date tomorrow?” His brows only became more furrowed, Katsuki knew you were a little weird. The simplest things seemed to make you smile, but that's what he loved about you. He wondered if you seriously wanted him to pinky promise you that he would take you out, right after he just asked you to be his girlfriend. Yeah, he was an asshole. But not to that extent.

“No, um. It’s a promise that you’ll see me again.” You blushed, it was a habit you had picked up from your parents. They always used a pinky promise in place of a goodbye kiss. You were about to let your hand drop when looped his pinky with yours.

“Okay, I’ll be at your house at two. You better be ready.” He gave your finger a tight squeeze before letting it go. He then turned around and began walking away from you.

“I won't!” You promised, watching him walk away for a couple of seconds before you turned to head home.

From that day on, each time you went to say goodbye, a pinky promise accompanied it. Even Bakugou caught onto the habit quickly, despite the fact that his friends would often tease him for it. Yeah, he was whipped for you. He knew it. Your peers knew it. Even your uncle's dog knew it. But all that mattered to him was that you were happy. And you were for a while.

It was when you had graduated for UA and moved into an apartment together that problems started to arise. Katsuki got overly jealous of every person you got close to, and you were always exhausted after work. Hero's work was stressful on both of you, only contributing to the short temper your boyfriend seemed to have. Fights would happen over the smallest of things, such as chores not being done, or something being left out where it didn't belong.

Of course, you couldn't say that you were innocent, you did start a fair amount of fights. Eventually, though, it hit a point that you could barely handle it anymore. Even when you tried to calm him down, to just talk through things, it would always end in screams and slammed doors.

And soon enough, you hit your limit.

“God, don’t you ever shut up!?” You screamed, just having gotten home from work. Why were you already fighting with him? You hadn't even gotten the chance to take off your shoes. His face only seemed to get more contorted, matching the amount of anger he felt. Why was he always directing it at you? “I just got home from work, cant you give me a fucking break!”

“Maybe you’d get home earlier if you were any good at what you do!” He argued, of course, he would go on the offense.

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” You prayed that he would back down.

“I'm just saying that if you weren't such a shitty hero, maybe you would get home at a decent time and actually-” That was your breaking point.

“Just because you’ll never be good enough to be the number 1 hero, doesn't mean you can take it out on me!” You shut him up pretty fast. His face paled and eyes widened, but you could barely notice past the high you were on. “I’m sick and tired of coming home to someone who only wants to fight with me! Have you ever thought that maybe I take extra shifts to avoid seeing you?”

You were crying now, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You were so mad. How could he tell you that he loved you and then tell you something like that?

Katsuki seemed frozen, you couldn't see the guilt flood his body. You couldn't hear the thoughts whirring in his head. You couldn't feel his regret. You could only feel anger.

You could only feel your heart ripping in two, the tears scratching their way to your eyes. Everything hurt. You felt like a gust of wind could cause your body to fall apart. Yet, at the same time, you felt numb. Maybe that was the anger. The desperation. The hurt. Maybe that was what was protecting your fragile self.

You had never felt so broken and vulnerable before.

“I hate you Bakugou!” He was supposed to be the one to protect you, love you, care for you. So why was he the one tearing you apart?

If it hadn't already, his heart stopped. You hadn't called him by his last name since you got together.

“(Y/n)-” His hand reached out to you. All he wanted to do right then was apologize to you, and hold you close until you forgave him. But you couldn't do that. Not again. Not then,

“Don't touch me!” Your voice sounded so broken as you held one of your wrists in your other hand. “Don't-” A shuddering breath made its way through your throat. You reached for your coat and began to pull it on.

“(Y/n), please don't. I'm sorry-”

“I don't want to see you again,” You closed your eyes tight and sighed, turning to the door. He didn't say anything else, so you left.

***

It was a couple of seconds before his arm returned to his side, and a couple of minutes more before he stopped standing there. Choosing to sit instead. He wasn’t sure why. Why he didn’t just move to the couch. Why some part of him was convinced that you would just walk back in, and let him apologize. Let him fix everything.

But he knew you wouldn't. Even more, he knew he didn’t deserve it.

It was an hour before he finally moved, and it was only to get to his ringing phone. All he could do at that moment was wish it was you.

Wish it was about you.

Oh, how he came to wish he could take back that wish.

“(y/n), I'm sorry-”

“Hello?” It wasn't your voice on the phone, Bakugou considered hanging up, but had a feeling that he shouldn't.

“Who is this?” He asked gruffly, he just wanted you back in his arms. He didn't care about anything else.

“My name is Haru, I work for the Musutafu hospital. Your number is on the emergency contact list of (Y/n) (L/n). Could you come down to the hospital? It's urgent.”

Bakugou didn't think that his heart would break anymore that night. But here he was, tearing up on the phone. Begging and screaming at the poor nurse to tell him what was going on, knowing full well she couldn't. Stupid patient confidentiality.

He had never pulled on his shoes and coat faster, not taking the time to realise his shoes did not match. He knew it was illegal to use his quirk at the moment, but he didn’t care. He launched himself into the air and towards the hospital, only slowing down in order to land painfully in front of the doors. But he didn't care about how he felt. Nor did he care about the immediate attention that was placed on him from everyone around.

“Is that Ground Zero?”

“I’ve never seen him without his hero suit on before”

“Look at him. He looks like a mess.”

“Is he okay?”

The hospital was busy when he walked inside, covered in sweat from both the bodily exertion and anxiety. His heart was racing and the only thing keeping him from fainting was the fact that he needed to see you. How had you already ended up in the hospital? You had only just left his house-

But the clock on the wall corrected him, it had been a few hours. His stomach churned as he walked up to the receptionist's desk,

“Where’s (Y/n)?” He growled out, beginning to get restless. Now that some people knew who he was, the paparazzi was sure to show up. And that was the last thing either of you needed.

“Name, ID, Relationship to the patient?” The woman's calm demeanor was in direct contrast to the storm brewing in Bakugou.

“Bakugou Katsuki, I’m (Y/n) (L/n)’s boyfriend.” He said as he dug out his wallet, suddenly remembering something you had told him once when you had to visit him in the hospital after a villain encounter went sideways. “But we’ve lived together for over three years, we have a common law marriage.”

He knew that this was the only way he was going to be able to see you, but it wasn’t like he was lying. The receptionist squinted at him before taking his ID and looking it over.

“Alright, if you can state the name of the patient you are visiting for me again I can get you the guest pass and their room number.”

***

Your door slammed open, and you strained your eyes trying to see. The brace around your neck stops you from properly looking over. It didn’t take long to realise who it was when you heard the strangled whine. You recognized it as Katsuki right away. How could you not?

You had been with him for years, through the ups, the downs, and the very far downs that were the past year. You had held him tightly when those noises had escaped him in the past and you shielded him from the world when he was no longer able to keep up his facade.

You could only imagine how broken he looked now, you just wanted to hold him again and protect him from everything.

Until you remembered your last conversation, but then you just felt conflicted. You were mad at him. You were so angry.

But you were scared, so scared.

After all your years as a pro hero, and it was a truck that fucked you up the most. Each breath was painful, and maybe if your mind wasn’t so cloudy on pain meds, you would be able to remember how many ribs the doctor told you were broken, or which leg. Or if you were going to live. God, were you scared.

Footsteps brought you out of your thoughts, focusing your eyes to the man who stood in front of you. He looked like a boy now, so broken and collapsed in on himself.

“(Y/n),” sounded broken.

His brows were furrowed, mouth deep set in a scowl. But you knew better. You saw the tears stains on his cheeks. The redness of his eyes. His coat was inside out. You knew his face was one of worry. Fear.

You remembered the first time you saw him look like that. The first time he opened himself up to be so vulnerable to you. It was sometime after All Might had fallen, and the guilt had been eating him up. Not many other people noticed the way his thoughts were eating him up inside. But you did.

You saw the light in his eyes dim. The dark bags began to form and the way his posture fell. His confidence was falling no matter how much he screamed to keep up his image.

“K-kat-suk-i” You struggled to speak, your voice raspy. Like you hadn’t drank anything in years. Tears bubbled in his eyes, and, somehow that was more painful than when you first woke up. In the middle of the street, there had been a young woman kneeling over you, screaming into her phone. You couldn't hear her though, only the ringing in your ear.

You couldn't remember right before you got hit, it was fuzzy. Though the doctor told you it was normal. You wondered if maybe you were just running without looking. Or if tears clouded your vision. Or maybe, if it hadn't been your fault at all.

“Shit,” The love of your life began to scrub his face with his fists, much like he did the night you found him in the dorms kitchen. Crying over a late night snack as his fists clenched the edge of the counter, struggling to hold himself together.

No matter how much he tried to cover his face after you made your presence known, you could see the tears as they fell to the floor. You could hear his strangled whimpers. And even though you knew the possible consequences, you held his shaking body in your arms. You let him be vulnerable and didn’t say a word.

It was that day that you began to see Bakugou as he truly was. An Asshole? Yes, of course. But also a boy who cared way too much, who held himself to impossible standards, and who never really had a proper support system. You decided to be his support that day, and soon after you became his girlfriend too.

“They, they told me what happened to you,” you watched as little pops of frustration came out of his fists. “And I couldn't help but think that it’s my fault.”

“No,” you wanted to protest, but you instead had your breath hitched in your throat. The desire of water coming to be the very forefront of your thoughts as you reached out your hands, desperate for the hydration that would let you continue. Bakugou, of course noticed and his crimson eyes quickly spotte the glass of water on your nightstand. Once the cool glass brushed against your fingers, you brought it to your lips and drank as if you hadn’t seen a liquid in days.

“Just, listen okay? I… Ive been taking out my work stress on you, I’ve been rude and condesending and just fucking nit picky. You didn’t deserve any of that, especially what I said earlier. It was fucking uncalled for and so far from the truth.” The determination in his gaze was evident, it was the same gleam in his eyes he got whenever he set his mind to something. You adored that look from him.

“I know Katsuki, I know you don’t really think that.” You muttered, unsure of what to say. Were you just supposed to forgive his, what seemed to be, apology? You had no idea how you felt. Your head hurt along with the rest of your body and your throat was still parched despite downing your water seconds ago.

“It doesnt matter, you need to know what I do think. I think youre an incredibly strong woman. And a fucking resilient, relentless one at that. Can’t get you off my shit for two seconds. But I love that about you, you know? I know I’ve been a dick recently but I really do love you. I asmire you too, your work ethic. You never give up and thats what makes you one of the best heroes out there, fuck what the polls say.” He sniffled and quickly ran a closed fist under his nose. “You dont deserve what I’ve been putting you through lately… and I’m fucking sorry. You’re the most important person in my life and you deserve better than the asshole you’ve been getting.”

“You’ve always been an asshole.” You used your glass to hide the smirk on your face that only grew bigger as bakugou couldn't help himself from blowing up.

“I- are you kidding!? I’m trying to fucking apologize here and THATS what you choose to say!?” The pops of his quirk created a melody with the raspy laughs that left your mouth.

“Yeah,” your chuckling continued as bakugou's face softened. Eyes like cooling embers as they dusted across your figure. You tried to ignore that look, it always made your chest swell uncomfortably. Nothing could make you tear up more than the love bakugou had for you.

“Shitty woman,” he sat himself down in the chair besides your bed and took the now empty glass from your hands, “I just want you to know that when- if, you come home… that things are going to be better. I don't ever want to make you feel like you have to avoid me ever again. I want you to feel safe around me. And I swear that I’m going to put you above my hero work from now on-“

“No, Katsuki, I’m sorry I said that. I shouldn’t have said that you can't become the number one hero, it's not true.” You shook your head, the shame being too painful to look anywhere but your hands. Balled in fists on your lap before they were gently tugged into his own. You reluctantly met his eyes, admiring the fire that burned in them.

“This has nothing to fucking do with that, okay? I’m not giving up on being the number one, I’m just going to start working harder to be better for you at the same time. And anyone who thinks I can’t do it is a dumb bitch.”

“God can your ego get Any bigger?” A smile stretched across your face as you began laughing again when he simply shrugged. It hurt like a bitch, the sharp pain making your eyes water, but you just loved everything about the angry man in front of you. Even when he began yelling at you to stop laughing before you hurt yourself even more. It took awhile for you to calm down, and even longer to get bakugou to stop glaring at you for hurting yourself.

“I love you,” he said after a moment of silence, his rough thumbs rubbing circles into the meat of your hand.

“I know.” You sighed, basking in the silence that lasted only a few seconds before bakugou ripped his hands from yours.

“SAY IT BACK!”

***

I hope you enjoyed!

[curious-menace]

Riddler hug/cuddling Headcanons

so like. no excuse for this, its pure self indulgence but tbh id kinda like a hug so im imagining how these nerds might give me one.

warning, i got very carried away with writing. 

Arkham !Riddler

oh boy arkham riddler REALLY needs a hug. he is probably the most touch starved of all the riddlers, definitely the most clingy. he is too afraid of being hurt, physically or emotionally, to be the one to initiate the hug and if you come to him he will absolutely fight it. at the start anyway.

he’s going to cry if you give him a decent hug. he’s been so high strung for so long that a simple touch like that is going to send him overboard.

it starts off with him a stiff as a board, tense incase he needs to run away. but once he realises you wont hurt him he’ll start to relax a little, he usually crosses his arms across your back, under your arms rather than over. he also likes to rest his head in the crook of your neck.

like i said, he’ll probably cry at some point, so he becomes tense again as his shoulders shake, he starts to dig his hands into your back for fear you’ll let go. he keeps burying his head into your neck/shoulder so you cant see how red his face and eyes have gotten. he’s embarrassed to be like this over a hug, especially around you.

after that he will always be in your space. he’ll want to lie across you on the sofa, sit in his lap/ him sit in your lap while he works on his computer and he literally cannot sleep at night unless you have at least one arm draped across his back ( but preferably let him curl up in your arms completely )

he’s quite boney tbh. when you hug him you can feel his ribs and spine, he really likes to press his entire body to yours. He also hugs quite hard so don't be surprised if you lose your balance when he runs to you.

Blacklight! Riddler

blacklight riddler used to be like arkham riddler, he was touch starved and desperate for affection. But unlike arkham riddler, he actually receives hugs on a regular basis. 

He’s around 5ft8 so he is a great height for giving and receiving hugs. if you are smaller than him he likes to rest his head on top of your head , maybe give optional head smooches while hes at it. if you're taller than him he likes to press his face into your chest/neck, especially if this is a comforting hug. Your scent is calming to him 

he hugs kinda weird. its always one arm over your shoulder and one under your arm. He also likes to sneak up on you, rest his chin on your shoulder while he’s hugging you. strange but at least they're warm and soft.

i've mentioned before he likes to sleep in people's laps, but he enjoys being big spoon just as much as little spoon. he likes having people sit between his legs but he is very fidgety, don't expect it to last for long. 

he’s not clingy persay, but he does love sharing space with people. hes a “give them an inch and they’ll take a mile” kind of person when it comes to personal space.

the only time he doesn't like hugs (rare as that is) is when he’s having a meltdown/implosion. SOMETIMES he likes deep pressure to calm himself but it should really come from something like a T-jacket or a weighted blanket. if you touch him when he’s like that it’ll just stress him out more. just use your words and give him some space. Later, when hes calm or if he’s feeling embarrassed about having a meltdown/implosion somewhere people can see him, that's the time he’ll want comfort. 

BTAS! Riddler

this riddler is a bit touch adversed. he usually tolerates hugs in a social setting but just about. other people touching him, particularly people he doesn't know well , sets his teeth on edge. 

its different with people he knows, however. he’s very casual with his hugs, and very happy to have You in his personal bubble. even if its just tossing an arm around your waist or shoulder as you walk, its nice to be near a comforting presence like you are to him. he’s fond of hugs that don't close you both in, even though he can usually see over the top of you, it makes him feel claustrophobic 

hes pretty tall, you’d be hard pressed to be level with him so he usually hugs by putting his arms around your shoulders, maybe crossing his wrists at the back of your neck. as he is so tall, most peoples hugs on him will probably be around the waist. don't be surprised if he bends down to give you a quick peck or head bump while you're hugging him.

Its sometimes hard for him to spoon given he is quite tall, but he doesn't really mind what position you maneuver into to give him cuddles. he likes to rest against people while sitting on a sofa or lie with his head on your shoulder in bed

He gives good comforting hugs, he’s naturally very warm both in personality and temperature . lots of “oh darling dry those eyes” or “there there my love” with head pats and soft cooing . he wont even complain if you mess up his suit by balling your hands in the fabric or crying all over his sleeves. and he REALLY likes his suits. 

can be a little patronising with the head pats but honestly, he is a gentle giant type guy, he doesn't mean to be rude, everyone is just so small compared to him he cant help but treat them like kids sometimes. 

Original!Riddler

another tall lad, but he’s like one of those big dogs who doesn't know he’s big. He is friend shaped, gives excellent hugs that are very warm and all encompassing. you would feel very safe getting a hug from this riddler

the only danger is being squished a little. sometimes he doesn't quite know his own strength when it comes to hugs.he’s particularly bad at this while cuddling in bed. if he’s half asleep and you try to move away, he might reflexively latch on and inadvertently hurt you in the process. the utter horror of thinking he’s hurt you is enough to make him not want to be near you for a few days while he apologises profusely .

he is very lanky, his hugs can wrap all the way around you until his arms are nearly touching him on the other side. only a small risk of being suffocated. 

he likes it when his partner jumps for him, into a hug so he can catch them and spin them in his arms. no idea why, guess he’s just a dramatic dance kid at heart. he also prefers to be little spoon with a special fondness for partners who completely wrap themselves around him like a warm, scenintient backpack 

likes lying under a blanket on the sofa, his face pressed into your tummy with his arms around your back. you can use him as a table if you like, he wont mind. His back is always sore ( probably because he lies like this a lot) so he appreciates back rubs while hugging .

mooves around in his sleep too much to be constrained by cuddling. if you try and hold onto him it’ll either be like riding a bucking bull or trying to get out of quicksand, no inbetween. he sleeps like a dead man too so good luck waking him if you’re uncomfortable.

telltale! Riddler

hugs are few and far between. doesnt hug much, even at home. He likes to use hugs to show off or rather, show you off. he likes having some one pretty on his arm for casual, public cuddling as a power move. 

has occasional nightmares about what SANTUS did to him and as a side effect of the LOTUS. this is one of the rare times he’ll tolerate and even expect to be held and cuddled by you. he needs something like the pressure from a good ,long hug to ground him back in reality, in the here and now. 

in public he’s most likely to throw his arm around your waist or shoulder, quite possessive if i'm honest. he can be a little rough at times, gripping your shoulder or waist a little too hard when someone is pissing him off or making a move on you. he has left bruises but its never intentional. he’s a lot stronger than the average man and sometimes he forgets that. 

in private he’s a little more relaxed. sometime he just likes to share space, like having your legs over him on the sofa. sometimes hes more demanding and wants you to sit in his lap with your arms draped over him.

He demands a lot of you, but never physical contact. if he wanted a hug he would simply stand and wait for you to initiate it. likewise, he’ll always ask for your permission before he comes into your space. 

He likes to hug from behind and often picks you up off the ground, whatever way he’s hugging you. He likes to show off how strong he is despite being one of the shorter riddlers. 

Zero year!Riddler

his idea of cuddling is resting a body part on you. he might stretch his legs over yours, intertwine them while sleeping or use you as a pillow while he reads. Hes not great at being big spoon tbh; if you want him to do much more than just chilling there and letting you do the work, youll need to tell him.

like btas riddler, he’s a human furnace. he just radiates heat all times of the year. good for warming up in the winter, bad for not sticking to one another in the summer. He’s basically a big cat. cuddles on his terms, paws at you when he wants something and pushes you away when he doesn't.

thinks he’s a smooth mfer when it comes to cuddling and spooning. has 100% done that old yawn, stretch and slide an arm around you thing that all teenagers think is the height of sophisticated moves.  it only works sometimes though, more often than not he’ll simply huff and drag you towards him from the other side of the bed or sofa and demand hugs.

hes another tall riddler. he likes to use his height to his advantage by hugging you around your head so you cant escape. he also likes to have a hand on your head and one on your shoulder, sort of like he’s shielding you from something. it can be nice but sometimes, you do need to see where you're going. 

he likes to press his face into your chest/breasts just for badness. he has large hands so he can almost wrap them around your sides and back at the same time for maximum squish. he doesn't often press his entire body into you while you hug but when he does, oh boy i hope you don't have plans. you wont be leaving for a while.

he likes to cuddle in weird places. like you might be riding the subway and he’ll sneakily link his arm with yours and rest his head on your shoulder. maybe you're eating dinner and he’s trying to twist your legs together with his. maybe you're minding your own business on the sofa, he’ll try to slip between you and the cushions so you're practically sitting on him instead. 

OH BOY THIS TOOK MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT. WOOPS THERE GOES THE ENTIRE DAY.

lmao i had fun so i guess it was time well spent.

got anymore headcanons you want to talk about? wana ask me something specific about riddler? hmu with an ask, im always happy to talk about our favorite curious menace💜💚