#im fragile ill break

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

So I was thinking how so many girls in the fandom love and fawn over Shinichiro but in the Tokyorev universe it’s the complete opposite. Even with basically everyone saying how a perfect old brother and leader he is, he still got rejected 20 times.

This also goes on why Shin wants to be in a romantic relationship so bad? It is him just a romantic at hear or is this somehow related to his parents relationship and he just wants to prove himself that he can be different than them (more in how he can be different than his father and by that proving that it is possible to have a fulling relationship without cheating).

Ah, the infinite amount of answers to those questions... I mean, for why he is so unpopular it's probably cuz he sucks at flirting and since we as the audience never saw that part of him, we focus on what we know of him which.. for the most part is far more noble and cool (even if some questionable actions of his remain - but we love him and his flaws anyway). The girls he was after probably never saw these other sides of him (if they did, he'd have had experienced smth similar to Takemichi (w/ Hinata, Yuzuha & Senju). Altho I guess we know so little about him back in BD that we can't say for certain if that didn't happen)

The 'why Shinichiro wanted a relationship so bad'-question is even more difficult to figure out. I've got my own headcanon about it, but that's only speculations ofc and pretty much baseless.

Shinichiro wants a relationship very very much. But he doesn't actually catch the concept of falling in love and being interested in someone beforehand. He'd 'fall' for girls but he'd actually not know much about them. Being rejected hurt still, because his intents were genuine and not deceitful but even if his heart gets hurt, he recovers pretty quickly and steadily: because he's craving the relationship, not the girl. He only knows them on surface level, and god knows if they are even aware of his existence

He's raising Mikey and Emma, right? He's their father figure, but they've got no mother figure. they need one. and we know how japan works, nuclear 'traditional' family all the way, how else do you want the kids to grow up 'normally'? and he has to raise them good. thats his job

Shinichiro also looks up to his father (not for the cheating part, let's hope really hard--) so he probably tried to (consciously or not) act like him when he tries to flirt. except he's likely awfully bad at it. And Shinichiro is a momma boy to me so ain't no way he's in favor of hurting women emotionally (and physically ofc ofc), he's far to attached to his mom for that (I will not. have any thoughts about how Shinichiro may feel about his father. I do not have the time for that. No. Nope. nopety nopes.... Heloveshimlotsbutthere'sstillthebitterresentmentanddisappointmentthatlotsofpplfeeltowardstheirparentsforfairjustifiedreasons)

Once he manages to - actually, fully - fall in love he's 100% head over heels, hopeless romantic all the way. He's corny. He's pathetic. He's a loser. We love that for him. But I don't think he falls that easily, I think he tries (as a teen at least) to trigger his falls (and fails. which girls may have picked up on, too). He has a very specific idea of romantic relationships, too so if it doesn't look like what he imagines, he may be a bit lost

[tamagotchikgs]

watching white lotus n only white lotus really isn't helping my descent into fully losing my mind but man it really is the only thing i can get my brain to lock onto for more than 10 mins right now

[dzozef]

ive decided that my newest hobby is mixology this is who i am now

[foxmulderautism]

that post i made on my writeblr about how there's this one story i have out with a mag that i want rejected because i have a story i think suits the mag better.....live cam footage of me receiving the rejection email on my rainy evening walk

[ceeaann]

Opposite Attract !? — Being the Total Opposite of Them

Characters - Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Content - 2k words, hcs, contrasting personality pairings, light angst, possessiveness & protectiveness, established & developing relationships, tender moments, playful banter, mutual (and one-sided) yearning, conflicting morals & values, opposites-attract themes, soft/domestic interactions, power struggles, emotional vulnerability, implied past trauma, affectionate teasing, mild language.

A/N - hi im back haha... this one is a rlly short one cuz im writing smth amazing right now huehue (its sooo good trust ill be posting it in a few days)

— Vi

-You met Vi by accident—wrong place, wrong time, and before you even realized what was happening, she had already handled it.

-"You wouldn’t last a damn second down here, sweetheart."

-At first, she thought you were just another fragile little thing that needed protecting. And at first, you thought she was dangerous.

-(You were right. But not to you.)

-Vi teases you constantly.

-"You’re just so soft, babe. It’s unreal."

-"You say that like it’s a bad thing."

-She grins. "Nah. I like it."

-You try to keep her out of trouble. It never works.

-"Vi, maybe we should think this through."

-"Uh-huh. Lemme know how that goes while I punch this guy."

-"VI—"

-Dating Vi is terrifying.

-"Hey, babe, funny story—I may have started a bar fight." "Vi." "Before you say anything, I won."

-She lives to fluster you.

-"You always get so shy when I call you babe. S’cute." "I—I do not!"

-Vi leans in. "Oh yeah? So if I called you sweetheart right now, you wouldn’t get all shy on me?"

-"...Shut up."

-"That’s what I thought."

-You’ve seen her throw herself into fights for you without a second thought.

-"Vi, stop, you’re bleeding!"

-"They started it."

-"That doesn’t mean you have to finish it!"

-She smirks, wiping blood from her lip. "Sweetheart, that’s exactly what it means."

-But then, one time, you actually hit someone.

-Vi had the guy handled—had him cornered, already mid-swing—until he lunged at you.

-And you punched him.

-The guy went down.

-You stood there, wide-eyed, clutching your fist like you couldn’t believe what you’d just done.

-Vi just stared.

-Then, slowly, she grinned.

-"Well, damn, babe."

-"I—"

-She grabbed your wrist, turning it over to check for damage.

-"You throw a punch like that again, and I might just marry you."

-You turned scarlet.

-Vi never let you live it down.

-"Hey, babe, remember that time you punched a guy?"

-"Vi, stop."

-"Nah, seriously, you were terrifying. I was quaking."

-"I am never doing that again."

-She grinned. "Yeah, yeah. Talk to me after your second punch."

-You keep her grounded. She keeps you wild.

-Balance.

— Caitlyn

-Caitlyn despises rule-breakers. So naturally, she fell in love with you.

-You flirted while she was cuffing you, calling her “Officer Cutie.” She pretended not to care, but her ears were so red.

-You broke out of jail just to see her again.

-"You're breaking the law."

-"You're breaking my heart."

-You treat laws like suggestions. Caitlyn treats them like the word of God.

-"No, you cannot bribe an officer, that’s illegal."

-"Then why do they take the money?"

-"YOU’RE MISSING THE POINT."

-Caitlyn has arrested you multiple times, but at this point, it’s just flirting.

-"Back again, officer?"

-"Maybe if you stopped committing crimes, I wouldn’t have to keep arresting you."

-She gets so flustered when you flirt with her.

-"I swear, you’ll be the death of me."

-"Aw, Cait, don’t be dramatic. You’d look so good in mourning black, though."

-You show up at crime scenes just to mess with her.

-"Fancy meeting you here, Sheriff."

-"WHY are you here?"

-"Moral support. Also, I may or may not have stolen some evidence. Oops."

-First kiss? During a heated argument about morality. You kissed her just to shut her up, and she froze.

-“You—you can’t just do that!”

-“Why not? Worked, didn’t it?”

-Caitlyn is constantly exasperated with you, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

-She scolds you like a mother but spoils you like a lover.

-“One day, you’re going to get yourself killed.”

-“Yeah? But at least I’ll look hot doing it.”

-She has never sighed so much in her life.

-You love making her break the rules. One time, you convinced her to steal a single piece of candy from a store.

-She acted like she personally had doomed Piltover.

-"I CAN NEVER SHOW MY FACE HERE AGAIN."

-"Cait, it was literally a mint."

-"A stolen mint."

-She once caught you doing something very illegal and instead of arresting you, she sighed and went, "Just… don’t do it again."

-That’s when you knew she was doomed.

— Jinx

-You the embodiment of "calm down."

-Jinx the embodiment of "I will not calm down."

-The moment Jinx met you, she immediately decided you were her favorite person.

-You did not agree.

-"So, you’re all serious and broody, huh? Like, all ‘I have a tragic backstory, don’t talk to me’?"

-"No, I just don’t enjoy explosions."

-"Pfft, sounds like a tragic backstory to me."

-Jinx tests your patience daily.

-She steals your things just so you’ll chase her.

-"Jinx, give me back my book."

-"Make me, serious-face."

-You tackle her.

-You are the ONLY person who can calm her down.

-You’re incredibly patient with her. No matter how chaotic she gets, you never push her away.

-That scares her. She’s used to people getting tired of her. But you never do.

-The first time she has a breakdown in front of you, she expects you to leave.

-Instead, you just wrap your arms around her and hold her. No words, no judgment.

-Jinx never admits it, but that’s the moment she realized she’s completely in love with you.

-You always pull her out of danger, even when she insists she doesn’t need help.

"Baaabe, I totally had it handled." "Jinx, you were literally on fire." "Okay, but—" "No."

-Jinx is determined to break through your stoic exterior.

-“C’mooon, just smile for me once, yeah? Bet you’d be real pretty when you do.”

-The first time you genuinely laughed at her joke, she melted.

-She was obsessed with making you laugh after that.

-First kiss? She literally caught you off guard mid-sentence and ran away laughing.

-“You should see your face, babe! Priceless.”

-You are the definition of opposites attract.

-You keep her sane, and she keeps you... un-boring.

— Sevika

-Sevika thought you were too soft for the world she lived in.

-“People like you? They don’t last long down here.”

-“Then I guess you’ll just have to protect me.”

-You weren’t scared of her. That pissed her off.

-But she couldn’t ignore the way you made her feel—like maybe, just maybe, not everything in the world was awful.

-You tended to her wounds without question, never expecting anything in return. That scared her more than anything.

-"I can do it myself."

-"Yeah, well, you weren’t, so sit still."

-Sevika would kill for you.

-You’re the only person she’s soft with, and everyone notices.

-“She’s different when she’s with you.”

-“Nah, she’s just scary in public.”

-You make her believe in something more than survival.

-And damn it, she loves you for that.

-If anyone even breathes wrong near you, Sevika is already cracking her knuckles.

-You're basically her emotional support human, and she has no idea how she ended up this soft.

— Viktor

-Viktor never thought he had time for love. He had science. That was all that mattered.

-And then you came along.

-At first, he brushes off your romantic nature as a distraction.

-But then he catches himself listening to you.

-You talk about dreams, about passion, about things beyond logic, and—damn it—he likes it.

"You’re ridiculous," he murmurs, watching you twirl around his lab with a dreamy expression. "And yet, you keep me around." "...Yes. A mistake, clearly."

-It’s not a mistake. He’s doomed.

-You force him to take breaks, dragging him away from his work despite his protests.

"Viktor, have you eaten today?" "I consumed knowledge." "That’s not food." "It is intellectually nourishing." "You’re ridiculous."

-You leave little notes on his desk when he’s too busy to talk. "Reminder: You’re brilliant and I love you." "Reminder: You need sleep, you absolute workaholic." "Reminder: I’m kissing you later, whether you like it or not."

-He pretends they’re a nuisance, but he keeps every single one.

-The first time you kiss him, he’s so flustered he forgets how to speak.

-"I—uh—hmm—well—" "Oh my god, Viktor, just kiss me back."

-He does. And once he starts? He doesn’t stop.

-Viktor is completely enchanted by you. He never knew love could feel this… effortless.

-"You’re a distraction," he mutters one night, watching you ramble about constellations.

-"A good one?"

-"The only one."

— Jayce

-Jayce is used to people either admiring him or challenging him outright. He’s not used to you.

-You don’t hang on his every word.

-You don’t take his charm at face value.

-You argue. You push back. You challenge him.

-And damn it, you’re good at it.

-"You know, most people find me charming."

-"Most people have low standards."

-"Wow. Remind me why I keep you around?"

-"Because you love the abuse."

-He swears you’ve made it your life’s mission to challenge every idea he has. And worse? You’re smart. He can’t even dismiss you because you actually make good points.

-"This is the best approach."

-"No, it’s the most convenient approach."

-"Oh, I’m sorry, do you have a breakthrough invention?"

-"No, but I have common sense."

-"...Touché."

-He swears he hates debating with you, but the way his eyes light up every time you challenge him? Yeah. He loves it.

-At some point, your arguments stop being about proving each other wrong and start being about understanding each other.

-You’re not impressed by his title, his status, or the way people look up to him. You’re only impressed when he actually earns it.

-That makes him work for it. Not because he has anything to prove, but because he likes knowing he can meet you at your level.

-Jayce flirts like it’s second nature. With most people, it’s effortless. With you? It’s a goddamn battlefield.

-"Come on, admit it. You like me."

-"I tolerate you."

-"You love me."

-"I love watching you struggle."

-"Same thing."

-He’s never had to work so hard for someone’s attention, and it kills him. But the first time you actually soften toward him? It’s over for him. Completely.

-He’s never wanted something so badly in his life. And it’s not just because of the chase. It’s because you make him better.

-You don’t just challenge his ego—you challenge his ideals. You make him think. You make him question things he’s taken for granted.

-And despite all the teasing, all the stubborn back-and-forth, all the arguments? He’s never felt more alive than when he’s with you.

-The first time he kisses you, it’s because you’ve finally pushed him past his breaking point.

-"You’re so—"

-"I swear, Jayce, if you—"

-And then he’s kissing you. Hard.

[depresseddepot]

never mind, plans cancelled. my cat doesn't feel well

going to watch alien: romulus tomorrow (or possibly the next day) all by myself !!!!!

[jinuaei]

hellos im the anon who asked about puppy yandere tarn doing tricks and omg??? you absolutely ate with that drabble?. the image of energon covered shaking tarn crawling towards our voice legit gave me goosebumps, it was so good!!! I love your writing!!!

ngl I would definitely abuse the power i have over this puppy killing machine. if he so desperately wants to treat me like a god i can be his god. making him overload so good every time he does something for me until really the only thing residing in his processor is me and mu touch. and i am not sorry for being freaky about this dude, i love pathetic, devoted to the point of worship yanderes so much ughhhh. makes me wanna break him even more if it's even possible ❤️❤️

Thank you so much!!!!!!!! I ate that and I was genuinely going to be sad if nobody appreciated it LMAO!!!

Tarn is such a perfect bot to become a puppy coded yandere and I agree, I want that bot on my bed RIGHT NEOOWWW!!! The religious connotation in his personality/character is soooo good, it might be the religious trauma talking but I love characters that has a hint of religious devotion.

Mmm his offerings are usually the helms of the bots he has slain, or items that he reminds him of you or he knows you like. But offerings don't necessarily have to be items or food, acts of service in the name of your deity are also valid offerings. And truthfully, that is Tarn's favourite way of worshipping you.

To offer himself to you is the highest form of worship he could ever give, his frame, his spark, his everything, is yours and will always be yours. To have him pleasure you is the way he goes about servicing you, and your sweet nectar is like the energon that quenches his thirst after millions of years of drought. Your moans, better than the melodies that he listens to, will be engraved in his processor, to listen to again and again when he is alone.

Your body, your flesh, so soft and so fragile under his touch will be handled like organic petals. He fears that he will harm you with his rough metal frame, but to finally touch you like this is a blessing sent by Primus. He must have done good in his life to have you straddled on top of his chassis, illuminated by the light behind you, while he stays under the shadows, looking up at you in awe. 

Everytime you move against him, buried deep inside you, it fills his spark with love and adoration. And even after hours of nothing but hard metal meeting soft flesh, doesn’t reduce his love for you, in fact it only grows as now his processor is filled with nothing but you. The pleasure overwhelms him to the point where all he can utter in between gasps, moans, and whimpers is your name.

He whispers it like a mantra, coupled by the titles that he has given you— ‘your grace’, ‘my deity’, which he uses in public, but perhaps in this state, his processor is in deep confusion whether to still revere you as his god or bare you his spark, show you his deep need to be closer than just being your devotee.

And when you both lie together, exhausted and fulfilled, he will sleep satisfied knowing he has worshipped you the best that he can.

(There's just something about tarn that makes me less inclined to write straight up filth and want a more elegant way of writing porn. But it is still porn so ill tag it as such.)

[odileeclipse]

Gonna dump a small ramble here (i have it on my mind since morning and NEED to share it with someone)

So u know how Smilk is immortal and all and out dear MC is very much mortal and much more fragile, so heres the thing-

We die- be it by age or illness or we were just at the wrong place at the wrong time and someone k*lled us (accidentally or not is irrelevant) either way Smilk or Sage of Truth is devastated (even more so if we would be k*lled) so u can say it was his final breaking point where he soon after became our favourite jester the Beast of Deceit (if we would be m*rdered then he surely tortured crumbled our k*ller)

Small time skip-

We have our dear Pure Vanilla in Beast Yeast, ig few days(?) before the beasts break out free again- and we have our whole gang here,- Pure Vanilla, Gingerbrave, Wizard Cookie and Strawberry Cookie (and White Lily prob too-) oh? Thats strange… we have a new party member! Its a completely new face (I wonder who that is…) anyway another small time skip- oh.. oh no- the beast r free and out heroes are now against Shadow Milk, he (Smilk) is DELIGHTED to be free after so SO long~ he can’t wait to break his new toys and especially that soul jam thief Pure Vanilla Cookie- oh-? Oh wait… he recognises that face-…. who u ask? But its of course our dearest MC! Oh how perfect!! If he wasn’t happy before he certainly is now- ….. hmm, thats odd.. they don’t remember him… that’s ok! His appearance changed a lot, surely they’ll remember now that he told them his name right? No…? And not only that- they seem to be scared… of who? It can’t be him right? right…?

Oh… they are….

He is a n g r y, and especially devastated, the only cookie on whole Eartbread that truly mattered to him, the only one where he didn’t need to put up the “Sage of Truth” persona, the only one where he could be himself, the only one who didn’t judge him…….

He is convinced that its Pure Vanillas fault.. who else of course?! He’s his other half it HAD to be him,- he definitely fed you lies, how HE’S the “hero” the “saviour” and he definitely told you that Shadow Milk should NOT under any circumstances be trusted…..

It’s ok tho- Shadow Milk isn’t mad at u- he’d never be… its not your fault, you were always so trusting to everyone-

He’ll simply kidnap take u away for forever for a while, he’ll tell u everything, he’ll tell u the TRUTH, im sure you’ll love him again after you realise how blind you’ve been- and then… everything will be like the old times~ but this time, nothing will take u away from him,- not Pure Vanilla or his dumb friends or other wanna be heroes, not even other beasts or illness or time itself-,

He was once the Sage of Truth yes, but he was also known as the Fount of Knowledge- he had gained that title for a reason…. and he’ll gladly break all the rules and make you immortal- just like him…

(This was longer then i thought so im sorry for my “small” ramble TvT, hope u enjoyed! Have a chocolate as a reward🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫) sorry for any grammatical mistakes

This ramble incredible!!! I think in that reality it would be more likely the mc would hate him and would despise him since their memories he claims they share aren't even the mc's (I mean like they are reincarnated right? So ofc they have no memories with him) And that it would take a lot of work but I doubt the mc would fall in love with him again because if you think about it they know what he's done to PV someone who in this case is so much closer to them than this stranger (smilk) so ofc they're going to side with whoever they have a stronger bond with which is only natural and by giving the mc immortality I think they would be devastated because in theory immortality is incredible, but in practice they now have to watch people they've cared for crumble so it would feel as though smc has cursed them rather than gifted

and no worries sorry for any grammar mistakes on my end wiuodsdejwso

[makeitfoxy]

wanna be treated like a fragile prince, like im delicate and ill break if you treat me too rough

make love to me, whisper sweet nothings in my ear and leave a trail of kisses on my body <3

[slasherflicks999]

new oc/sona yaaaaaay!

oh how i wish i had all those piercings (bridge come back to me💔)

can we guess where his name came from gang (suspiciously username shaped name)

i actually really enjoy his character design and i literally color picked his color pallet from a diagram(?) that shows how a bruise heals and it worked out LMAOO sooo new character design life hack

more info and lots of general yapping about him after the break if you care to read :3 and i yap a LOT i have lots to say about him bc its been a while since i genuinely developed an oc LMAO

cw for LOTS and LOTS of talk of death if you do decide to read! just in case :3

first of all you may be thinking “5’6? short king!” and i will have you know i actually made him taller than i am irl by a few inches LMAOOO whoops t boy swag will do that to ya

anyways the thing about his color pallet being based off of that of a literal bruise IS actually relevant because he is literally immortal and is CONSTANTLY getting injured like all the time. i think conveying info about characters via their color pallets is fun and i wanna do more of it so hehe. plus green and red and purple are a nice combo and it worked out very well :3 also another little note about his design: he’s a very creative and artistic person and i wanted to show that through his clothes being somehow modified and i think i did that well too. trying to properly get back into making actually decent and thoughtful character designs so im proud of myself :3

that being said his immortality causes him a SHIT load of problems. i feel like being immortal would really suck LMAO but more-so i feel like i dont see people do much with the idea of immortality in terms of horror or at least not from what i’ve seen. like im still figuring out his lore but the basics are: he has no clue who his dad is and found out he was immortal at a somewhat young age but literally his entire life he’s been viewed as just kind of off?? like he looks human and for the most part acts it but he just has certain traits that humans…. do not have. his eyes glow in pics like a nocturnal animal’s would and his teeth are suspiciously sharp and he gets weird cravings for raw meat which he can somehow digest perfectly fine with absolutely no issue but he’s not like OVERTLY some otherworldly creature he’s just a little weird. a tad strange even. possibly even kind of unsettling depending on who you ask.

and i like to imagine these are a lot of things that were present in his childhood too, like his mother would wake up to the sound of rummaging in the kitchen and find him at the ripe old age of five just gnawing at a whole raw steak in the dark. he’s just sort of always been like that and didn’t realize it was weird until he was older. (is a lot of this used as metaphors for undiagnosed neurodiversity/mental illness? …..iii dont knowwww :3 (yes) (although not every aspect of him is a total reflection of myself, he is still his own character in many respects lolol))

but in general this ends up causing him all sorts of issues in all sorts of millions of ways. for one he has sort of a fragile sense of self because he doesn’t even know what he is?? he knows he can’t just be a regular old human because of all the previously mentioned reasons and a few more, but that aside he has no idea what he is. he also doesn’t know pretty much anything about how his immortality works beyond what he’s experienced and what the others have told him during the times when he’s “dead,” he has no idea how his aging is affected by it because he seems to be aging relatively normally so far, he has no clue if he will EVER die for good/if there’s any way to kill him, he has no idea how his body seems to heal the most insane fatal injuries as if nothing happened, and much more quickly than a normal human would, he kinda doesn’t know jack shit about himself and it pisses him off a little bit!

it also has just caused him lots of trauma as you can probably imagine. lots of dissociation everywhere he looks

moving on to how his immortality actually works: like i said there’s only so much he knows about it but this is all the info he knows so far. he CAN “die” but all of his deaths are temporary. that is to say that his body will eventually heal and regenerate itself and he will come back. it’s not like deadpool where he can get stabbed in the head and go about the rest of his day like nothing happened, he might be able to keep himself up for a while to fight back or run away but it wont be long before he drops dead for a few days or so. during said time his body outwardly does seem very dead. he’s unresponsive and still and isn’t blinking or nothing and his pupils are blown (which he already has huge pupils but yk), like if you were to just show him to someone they’d be like “yeah that’s absolutely a corpse and also why would you show this to me.” but his body is still alive in a sense, it’s just sort of… yknow when you put a computer into sleep mode?? upon first glance it’s gonna look like it’s off but inwardly things are still going on. his body is still working to regenerate itself the whole time, even if whatever he sustained that “killed” him would very much not be healable or survivable by any normal person. in his POV, he just sort of gets knocked out for a while and then wakes up exhausted and sore and absolutely FAMISHED. like he could easily eat a horse without any exaggeration the boy can eat.

he’s also always been interested in horror and the supernatural and crime and shit and is largely desensitized to that sort of stuff from that + experiencing a lot of different deaths himself bc of the whole immortality thing paired with him being generally reckless when he was younger because what’s it gonna do? kill him? (“what’re you gonna do, jeff the kill me?” -him at jeff moments before being stabbed, probably) he says he doesn’t care but it actually effects him deeply in ways he doesn’t understand for a while. as he gets older he becomes less reckless and doesn’t throw himself into dangerous situations as often.

all that being said he’s not necessarily all that dangerous himself?? he carries his dagger around with him for protection or cutting up meat and apples or woodcarving more than anything and as a proxy he works a lot more as just an… observer. despite his name he’s not really all for the killing people stuff if he can help it unlike many of the others, if anything his name more so refers to the fact that HE’S usually the one getting slashed up. (it’s actually just bc of my username but shhhhhh) but generally he much prefers to be in the background keeping watch or scoping things out or just sort of… stalking people basically. dont ask me how he manages to be stealthy in THAT outfit… he manages somehow i swear 😔

but yknow overall he’s not an incredible threat to most people, the “creepy” part of him being a creepypasta comes a lot more just from how much it would suck to be in his shoes as just a guy who happens to be immortal but still able to experience the pain of death over and over again. he isn’t the creepy thing as much as his entire life experience is LOL. usually he’s just unsettling and disturbing at most.

he also has a VERY complex relationship with BEN in my AU specifically (WHICH RANDOM DISCLAIMER TIME: NOT THE LITTLE 12 YEAR OLD VERSION NOOOOO EW my au’s BEN is like a combo of “fanon” him and behavioral event network he is not 12 years old and i dont want him being shipped with anything NEAR that version of him, ONLY my AU’s version who is 19. im not a freak. 💔 they’re not a couple anyway (BEN🤝slasher -> being aro) but i did wanna preface that just in case bc im not trying to get misinterpreted like that) might write more about that sometime… bc their relationship has a lot of symbolism and complexity bc BEN is my fav character ever period and yes i am gonna write him and my self insert oc as being incredibly deeply intertwined bc i love him and cringe culture can kick rocks and therapy is difficult to get :3 oc x canon shippers platonic or romantic yall will always be safe on my blog frfr

im gonna post more about BEN soon too…. literally working on actually making a proper design for him rn which is mostly just difficult bc i cannot for the life of me think of what to give this freak to wear. i need them to serve cunt but like….. how do i do that 💔💔 that one BEN design i reblogged that gave him the adorable little heels….. absolutely genius………. u know who u are :3

more random rapid fire fun facts about him bc why not: he loves piercings and tattoos and body mods bc they heal so easily for him, he has his tongue split! (NEEEED to do one day actually my dream body mod), his immortality doesn’t seem to effect his ability to get sick which he HATES but when he does get sick it only lasts for a day or so and he’s a total drama queen the whole time, he loves to sew (though only by hand, he’s genuinely afraid of sewing machines) and will patch up or modify clothes for his friends or other proxies if they ask, his favorite kind of raw meat is boar, and his favorite cooked meat is a tie between pork (boar or domestic pig) and chicken, he wears his headphones most of the time bc he loves music and sounds can sometimes overstimulate him, and BEN can talk to him through them because of course he can, he loves animals and actually has way more empathy for them than for humans, and he absolutely LOVES medical dramas and does not care that a lot of the actual medical parts are inaccurate he will eat them up. he WILL be caught staying up until 6am watching chicago med and he will not apologize.

ANYWAY i think that’s about it actually. if anyone actually read all my ramblings…. i love u /p u mean very much to me /p

i WILL be yapping more soon (except probably about the actual “canon” pastas hehe) :3

[opal-owl-flight]

I absolutely adore your agent lore SO MUCH it feels really canon to me, just in a darker and realistic way!!

I am kind of wondering what your thoughts are on octavio, especially in this verse- if you have any of course LMAO 👍 so fair if you don't he just lives in my braincells rent free.

"You. Were not so different, you and I."

"|Shut. Up. Dont compare yourself to me. I did everything for this fragile world. A world you yourself almost destroyed twice.|"

"Aah, so did I, young squid. So did I."

3 rounds on the imprisoned geezer. Some thanks he got, after saving the world. The Captain was almost as bad as their old superior.

He only crosses his arms tighter as they clacked their beak.

"|The destruction of my world does not justify yours' survival.|"

Theres a dry chuckle from within the glass globe.

"Which world has the zapfishes. Which world is close to the sky? Which world allows everyone to...act the way you do. That annoyingly fresh attitude that just rubs in our face how much better you have it."

3s looking more unsure now, their hands clasping tight on their arms whenever theyre not signing. Thats a surprise.

"Mm. Do you understand, agent?"

The hesitance disappears, and their eyes and spots glint threateningly. "|Im the Captain now, and I will prefer to be referred to as such.|"

The king rolls his eyes. Mocks a salute.

"Stuffy kid. Damn. Alright, Captain.

Let me illuminate it a little more clearly for you.

You train your agents to keep my people underground. Sometimes, to the point of breaking their spirit. Because you want to keep them safe -- from me, from my troops, from anything the rough seas can throw at em. Right?"

"|I dont do it like you do. Hypnosis? Mind control? Eight ran away because of that!|"

"Who told you I used that on my entire nation? Damn old fool, that Craig.

As for your "Agent Eight"...

that one...

...had her reasons.

I hold no ill will towards her, or the others, for running.

In fact, I dont blame them one bit."

3 squints.

"They wanted a life that I cannot provide.

Its hard, underground. Constant energy crisis. Constant food shortage. Constant resource depletion. Who would stay? Except those who want to make it a better world to live in?

And you, Captain. What would you do in my place?"

And they stay quiet...

Before their voice rasps through a low hiss.

"Act...in a way... you wont."

"Hoh! So you can speak! Impressive.

But you know youd do similar. Ive heard how much Agent 4 hates your guts. Its not as easy being a leader, isnt it."

3 hisses louder, balling their fists.

"I...am not...you."*

"Yes. You. Are." The king presses his tentacles on the glass. "I did all I did for my fragile world. I continue to run my nation the way I do so everyone stays safe from the danger YOU bring. You and the REST of your nation. My troops are family. My troops are all Ive got."

He casts a glance at 4 (pre-Captain my Captain), who was approaching for her training.

"Even if they end up hating me."*

3 catches 4s gaze.

"Even if they end up deserting."

4 turns her gaze away, to look directly at Octavio.

"Do you understand?"

Now its 3 who looks, understanding dawning in their eyes.

Hes right.

"I must do what I need to, even if it hurts me. Id risk my life, my honor, my everything, for my people.

If I dont, who else will?"

3 thinks of the times theyd swooped in to save the newly returned 4 from hazards in the newer missions. The verbal and physical abuse from her beak and fists. The way they had to give her easier missions despite saying that it was tougher, just so shed have a more gradual growth. Have higher chances of surviving. Even if...underhanded.

4 herself breaks the silence, and their train of thought.

"Talking to the damn geezer again, Captain?"

"|He spoke first.

...but he makes good points.|"

"You cant seriously- hey. HEY! CAPTAIN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!"

theres a loud crash.

"|I dont think it fair to keep him here after he helped us save the world.|"

"Hohohoh! You are not so bad, Captain."

"GRAMPS IS GOING TO KILL YOU."

"Hah! No he wont. I know your old man. And for once in his life, he actually made a good call.

Captain.

Agent Three."

The mention of their old number, to refer to them, almost made tears spring to their eyes.

Almost.

After all, this was the reason they were dragged into this mess. But can they really keep blaming him for all this, after all this time?

Octavio shows...a hint of a smile.

"You make a fine protege for the man I used to know.

Keep it up."

3 holds 4 back from rushing the Octarian leader. "Go...back. Take care...of your people."

"Aye aye. Heheh. So long, suckers!!!"

And he was gone.

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

npd culture is i feel so fragile . i feel like ill break if even one thing goes wrong. please. please . im scared somethings gonna go wrong im in the part where it might go wrong please im supposed to be good im supposed to be right im not supposed to break .

.

[fatuismooches]

Dw hahahaha I'm still alive just dying over ( why did I chose to study a PHD 😭 ) But im on a break from school so except so a lot more brainrot from me lmao, also sorry if this is jumbly kinda just put my words out there hahaha

I know we always talk about fragile reader during the illness but what about after? Fragile reader was plauged with this illness for hundreds of years so they deffinently adapted. Like typically when walking then would shuffle their feet a lot cause it took less energy so sometime they shuffle their feet and don't even realize. They didnt have the ability to do tasks such a pouring liquids into cups so whenever they're about to pour themselves a glass of water then to do collect themselves because what if their illness comes back? What if there dreaming and they'll suddenly drop everything. All of Zandik's work is reverted. So often times segments will just find reader staring intensely at a simple task. And of course they'll go comfort reader. Whilst they wish they could do it they know how much reader wants their autonomy back after such a restrictive few centuries.

But let not ignore the segments and Prime cause they've picked up a few habits also. They've gotten used to treating reader as fragile as glass so whenever they fall or trip post illness they freak out. It would require some comfort from reader to bring them back to earth and remember that reader is no longer ill. But you KNOW that they're pulling out every healing treatment they've got. They're all evil and sadistic doctors but for you they'll be good. <4

But regarding Zandik himself... Well he was so excited to finally have cured his lover that he completely forgot about the effects you'd suffer after. So when a few segments report of you not being completely free of your curse he's immediately trying to figure out how he can help you. He decides that the best thing to do is to be there for you. It typically is unusual to see the Doctor away from his work but now it's the norm for Il Doctors to be with his lover.

- Jellofish Anon

After being sick for so long, one would think you'd be ecstatic to finally be cured, to be free of the illness that plagued your body and life so much. And well, they were right, but the happiness still came with its anxieties. Change was never an easy thing, even when it was the good type. After dealing with this for so many years, you were bound to still be nervous about doing certain things. To not have the confidence in yourself to carry out the task. You worry that you'll mess up or fail and waste your time trying to do so and just end up making more of a problem for yourself and others. Even though you know that's illogical now, it's hard to get out of a mindset you've been stuck with for so long. Of course, your inner conflict doesn't go unnoticed by your lovers, and each segment would provide their own kind of comfort based on who they are, whether gruffly or soothingly, to give you the courage to take back your life.

You can't exactly blame Dottore and the segments for being overbearing, after all, they've witnessed your weak state for numerous centuries, and they've seen you hit your lowest many times too. They can't help but worry about their darling too. It's endearing at first but you have to hold them and help them realize that was the past you, the new you is someone different thanks to them. You can be strong and safe and independent without them now, even if it sort of makes them crazy knowing the situations you put yourself in now. Still, they observe you very much even when you least expect it.

Of course, the cure is not without its drawbacks - you still have to deal with the lingering effects of your illness sometimes. Which definitely aren't as bad as before, but they still serve to remind you of your old life. But you know that regardless of what the future may bring, you'll always have Dottore by your side to ease whatever pains you have.

(Dottore post-illness would be such a cutie. It's such a rewarding feeling, to see the one he loves no longer burdened and free to pursue what they want just like he does. He would sit and listen to all the stories you have for him each day, all the exciting things you can do now, the days of pain in the past. Of course, the segments would be extremely excited to finally have a worthy assistant - you - but there's only one of you after all. Unfortunately, they have to share, and bear the painful curse of having you to themselves once nearly every two weeks.)

(I've been planning to make this a full fic for like a year...)

[roryyyys]

Moony are you alright?

(Modern wolfstar.)

(Commissions now open 3 dollars per story😼🙏)

It was quiet in the dorms, everyone at classes all but the one and only Remus Lupin. Remus was sitting in his dorm that was shared with James Sirius and Peter, Remus had gone to class but ultimately got sent back to his dorm for being sick.

To be honest his bones hurt. He had a migraine, had a fever, was sweating and pale. He was also very flushed and had horrible nausea.

Thank god Sirius didn't know Sirius always got worried about him and went just a bit mother hen but he was very teasing and very gentle when Remus was sick.

He treated Remus like he was a porcelain doll as if he would break. He treated Remus like a really fragile book as well. That made Remus want to sob. He wanted his boyfriend but didn't want him at the same time.

But it didn't last long as Sirius walked in the dorm with James, Remus sitting there sniffling. Sirius saw his boyfriend and sighed and walked towards him kissing him on the forehead. He waved off James to go play with Peter or something in the common room or outside wherever.

“You're sick? And don't lie to me you're pale and sweaty and you're sitting here all tired.”

Remus, who felt horrible, leaned into Sirius who was now holding his hand to Remus forehead Remus nodded at Sirius's question.

“Well babe tell me what's going on..” Remus sniffled

“my head hurts my stomach hurts i'm nauseous my bones hurt and im tired…”

Remus said to him half asleep and Sirius sighed and told him to lay down and wait while he got a cool rag for his forehead Remus on the other hand protested against that saying he was too cold and Sirius’s heart shattered at his boyfriend's whimpering speech.

He gently tugged at Sirius' sweater. Sirius sat on the bed rubbing the taller boys back gently softly sighing in the process. He looked at Sirius upsetly burying his face in Sirius' side trying to block out any unnecessary light so that he could sleep but the stupid ache in his head wouldn't go away. And Being an emotionally constipated little shit he didn't say anything but was clear on his face he was ill and didnt feel great at all.

Sirius moved to open one of the drawers in the room to grab an eye mask for his sick boyfriend and brought it back for him to put on his eyes to sleep comfortably. He curled into a ball and Sirius went to damp a rag with ice cold water so his boyfriend could be comfortable. In the bathroom he heard soft little whimpers for his name

“What's wrong darling are you okay?”

Sirius called out from the bathroom getting a soft whimper in response.

Remus called his name again softly

“padfoot…”

Sirius made his way out of the bathroom and sat on the bed putting the cool cloth of his forehead and asked softly

“what did you need love..?”

Remus was so exhausted and tired he didn't realize he had an eye mask on.

“can’t see.. think m’ blind…”

Sirius laughed softly and kissed Remus on the forehead gently.

“No no love.. You're wearing an eye mask to help your headache..”

Remus nodded gently, understanding somewhat since he was mostly out of it. He never got sick which was the worrying part when Remus got sick he got sick badly and it was never fun Remus was always completely down he couldn't move much sit up he never really had an appetite so Sirius usually had to feed him when he was sick.

It was so bad he never had energy and it took him forever to feel better even if he was on some type of medicine or potions. Sirius had gotten used to it though he was always extremely gentle and sweet to him, running him baths grabbing cold cloths for his head whenever he had a migraine.

For Remus though it felt like the whole world.. He had the best boyfriend in the world and gods he loved him. Remus sat up and looked at Sirius

“why are you looking at me like that..?”

Sirius gently spoke, holding Remus' hand.

“You're too good to me..”

Remus said, staring at him with soft eyes. Sirius laughed and rubbed his back helping him to lay down again.

“Are you serious Remus…i'm not too good to you you deserve everything, you do so much for everyone else so of course im gonna take care of you every once in a while when you're sick moons..”

Sirius said in a gentle soft voice. Remus sighed and was already almost asleep again.

He kissed Remus head and told him to get rest to which Remus was already out like a light. He went down to the common room to grab the poor thing some plain crackers but not the gross soup crackers. club crackers were way better in his opinion to soak up gross shit in your stomach and they just made you feel better and they tasted better.

He brought them back up to their dorm and set them on the side table before getting curled up in bed with him. Remus was a light sleeper so when he felt Sirius he immediately clung onto him and Sirius of course did not care he let him cling onto him while he texted James and Peter that Remus was sick so to be quiet when they came back up to the dorm.

Of course James and Peter didn't mind and they usually listened when one of them was sick. James was usually completely silent when Remus was sick because Remus often got extremely bad migraines. Sirius felt a wet spot on his sweater (which was really Remus's) . He looked to see Remus drooling on his sweater since he was mouth breathing due to his nose being stuffy. Sirius laughed softly and took a picture of him. He sent it to the group chat with a dark red heart emoji James replied with a short

“Is he okay??? LMAO!!”

making Sirius laugh softly and Peter replied with

“your poor sweater.”

making Sirius laugh again softly. He turned on a movie on his phone watching it until halfway through Remus woke up.

“Mmmh..”

Sirius felt horribly sympathetic and cooed as if he were a child in a joking matter to which Remus hated.

“Awh darling..”

Remus stared at him.

“I'm not a little kid so dont treat me like one.”

Remus said looking at Sirius with a more tired, upset face he never liked being treated like a little kid considering he was the one usually treating Sirius like a kid. Though Remus thought it was very thoughtful he absolutely hated it. Sirius of course didn’t listen to Remus and still babied him

“Remus?”

Sirius said to a half asleep Remus. Remus hummed in response to it.

“Hmm?”

Sirius gently pushed his hair back and smiled

“you look like such a dork right now with that towel over your eyes..”

Remus tried his best to hit him but failed miserably he spoke gently “you try having migraines..” he honestly felt horrible. Some part of him wanted to act like a child but it was too much work for the sick teenager at the moment. Sirius got laid down next to him since he felt bad and didn't want him to be too uncomfortable since often Remus wanted to be near someone while ill and most often than not Sirius agreed to be near him and Remus always loved it.

Remus was never one for getting too touchy and cuddly but when he was sick that's all he wanted. He acted like a cat sometimes. It's as if he wasnt a werewolf at all. So that was it. They sat like that all day long, Remus' head resting on Sirius' chest while Sirius played with his hair and watched movies. That was until he threw up on sirius by accident but he felt a lot better after and sirius knew that after he had said

“I hope that made you feel better.” with a disgusted face Remus smiled softly and exhaustively and said

“it did…”

so sirius and him went to shower and get cleaned up though the rest of their evening was lovely just music movies reading while resting in bed.

[squishysphealgirl]

i forgor actually

anyway here it is

a speck of red on a slate of grey

blood on stone?

all alone

floating away, floating away

a lonely balloon in the sky

all alone all alone

too good at it’s job

too talented, too special

floating away, floating away

fly little balloon

fly until you pop

fly to space

and explode

born to float, born to fly

born to give others joy

born to die in the sky

What is to be said of life’s fragility

How is it that soaring too high

Sends you crashing down to die

Boundless success leads to failure

Now the ship is sinking, youve got to bail her

out. out come the secrets

Rats fleeing the sinking wreck

Remember to keep your ego in check

Increase your speed to break neck

Dont look back, the futures bright

You can’t succumb to fears blight

Step forward and take flight

And never give up the fight

I’ve got a million thoughts 

My stomach is left in knots

I cant let it all be for naught

I cant let us get caught 

Fight dirty, its your duty

Look and see my words beauty 

Come on and step up to bat

Im wearing the captains hat

Im setting up im the trap

Youve got no clue whats on tap

Here comes the sneak attack

I wont ever back track 

Its my time now, im at the bow

I dont need you to throw me a bone

I’ve always done it alone

Im up on the throne

Lock and load or hit the road

Its my way or the highway

Ive got libraries worth of knowledge 

I could teach a course at college 

Im never failing again

My reign is about to begin

Ill be here forever 

Look out and run for cover

Im coming out guns blazing

My writing is amazing

You wont catch me snoring 

Cause my rhymes are never boring

You watch out for me

I look out for me

Thats the difference between you and i

Im do or die but youre fail and cry

Prepare to die cause im the motherfucking champion

ohoho... my humble blog is host to great works of wordsmithing... how majestic :]

[cranberryjuice-posts]

What’s my next album going to be based on? Divorce babe DIVORCE

A Gwen stacy x reader fic where they’re both spider people and they get sent on a mission by miguel but reader gets a tad bit hurt while on said mission and gwen tots freaks out

Xoxo, gossipgirl

- water color -

Pairings - Gwen Stacy x fem! Spider hero! Reader

An - im working on an Abby fic rn and finishing the final chapter to my AO3 series but the Abby fic is taking longer than expected im sorry, this is also sorta rushed I just really wanted to get something out for y’all

to be fair this wasn’t your fault.

“What did I tell you!” Miguel’s harsh voice echoed through the empty room. He was like a toddler with the way he reacted. You messed up once and it’s like your the anti christ with Armageddon coming a mile away.

Blood trailed down your face. A broken nose busted lip and bruising circles around your eyes from one failed fight. “Whatever you act like your the perfect hero” you finally snapped shouting pack at him.

“I don’t make foolish mistakes!”

“I got punched and thrown against a wall by a giant fucking lizard!”

“You were supposed to stay in the background while Jessica captured the anomaly! You could of caused a major break in the universe!” If he raised his voice over yours maybe he would win the argument. This wasn’t even supposed to be an argument in your eyes you did nothing wrong.

Tired of the whole ordeal you walked away ignoring as Miguel shouted for you to come back. If you had to hear this grown man complain about you getting hurt one more time you just might scream.

Taking a seat at the food court you annoyingly waited for your burger. A show tune whistle made you turn your head.

“You Look Well” hobbie sarcastically took a seat beside you. Rolling your eyes you took another sip of your drink.

“If your gonna lecture me, Miguel is already ten steps ahead of you”

He just shook his head with a smile, pulling his guitar from his back to in-front hobbie began to tune it. “I think ill leave that to our little friend” his reference to Gwen didn’t go unnoticed. Any chance he got to bring up the relationship he would. Rolling your neck trying to relieve some tension a pair of soft hands covered your eyes.

Pulling them down Gwen wrapped her arms around your neck. She leaned over kissing your cheek. “Hey how wa— oh my god” her blunt tone made you silently groan. Turning around Gwen grabbed your face in her hands.

“Hey Blondie” You mumbled as she critcally scared your face. “It’s not as Bad as it Looks”

“Your nose is broken”

“Again it’s not that bad”

She grabbed your hand and yanked you from the place where sat. She silently dragged you down multiple halls until you reached the med bay. Almost throwing you, you landed on a cot.

It was cute how she was able to man Handel you. Trying to be sarcastic you spoke “Careful I’m fragile right no—“

“Not a Word”

Her strick tone Sent chills down your back. Sitting straight up Gwen grabbed a first aid kit. Taking a seat beside you she began to softly clean the cut on your lip.

The antibiotics stung against the wound making you pull back in pain. “Sorry” Gwen sighed, grabbing your chin she turned to your face towards her again.

She would never intentionally try to hurt you, it was obvious with how much care she was taking in even the shallow wounds.

“All this for me.. I’m flattered” you giggled.

“Whatever” she smiled. Placing a bowl of soup on the table she sat down on the couch beside you. Hobbie had gone out for the night leaving you and Gwen alone at his place.

Leaning onto her shoulder she was quick to wrap a free arm around you while she picked a movie. Playing with the hem of Gwen’s sleep shirt the thought of how worked up she had gotten over you made your heart soar.

With a bandage on your nose and stitches on your lip you felt your face begin to heal. After a minute you leaned up to kiss the corner of her lips. “Thank you~ I don’t know how I’d live without you”

She tried to act Un phased but her red cheeks lied. “I don’t know either” she joked. Hitting her arm in a small fit of playful rage gwen softly laughed, turning her attention down to you. Kissing your forehead she relaxed back on the furniture with you in arms. You figured you should get comfortable as there was no way in hell she was about to let you go on another assignment any time soon.