#probs trigger warning

[tinytoddler]

romanticising my mental illnesses and trauma as a coping mechanism l o l  ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ♡

[mewpirate]

THEY GOT A PAGE ABOUT A MUSICAL NOW 😼

Bro like the musical broadway lover me is screaming I swear to gawd

[srrybabe]

is a higher power trying to push SF off the map how is there another tsunami warning there

[wanderlustknightofmagic]

//Might be taking the rest of the day off of here/lurking.

For anyone curious, I think I'm ready to talk about this... a little... but. I've been having a bit of a rough mental health day. Lotta thoughts, lotta back and forths in my head, possible rash decisions. It got pretty bad while I was doing the dishes when... the family dog briefly flashed in my mind. A lot of thoughts quieted down but... I kinda burst into tears too.

Zelda was her name. She was eleven years old and would be turning twelve this year. She was an absolute derp and I loved her dearly. For anyone not aware of my home situation, I live at home with my family and my job is basically house-work and looking after my youngest sister. Zelda was adopted as a puppy around the time that youngest was born. I still remember the frantic call I got to come watch her while my step-mother was going into labor with that same little sis. I looked after her the rest of the night and a bit into the morning. She was up on the couch with me.

That dog was a derp, a lil sneaky thief, and the friendliest girl. Beloved by our neighbors, she just always had a way of knowing when I was upset even if I thought I was hiding it well. I've spent quite a bit of time just petting her when I've been at low points. Near the end of her life, she would often lay outside the door to my room. She was also such a daddy's girl... I remember when my father, who mostly walked her, would wake me up with the promise of McDonald's breakfast if I took over walking her so he could go to work. Every time she'd turn and watch him while doing a little whine and I'd always try my best to cheer her up... but she got distracted quickly when I brought the food and start doing little steppies and licking her chops.

I have a lot of stories about her...

She passed away a few days before Christmas. I remember hearing she wasn't doing well and running home to be with her. She was at the point where walking was a challenge for her, shaking when she got up. We spent that night with her, myself, my brother, my father, my stepmother(bonusmom) and my sisters. We told her how much we loved her, we pet her, and even during the night after we told her goodbye... the little derp still went to her favorite spot. The hallway between all the rooms where her loved ones were.

She was and will always be a good girl. She's with our other pets who've passed, being looked after by my family who's passed...

I miss her. When I was a ball of nerves about my doc visit last week, I finally opened the memento my bonusmom got me to remind me of her. A small necklace where we could put her ashes so she can be with us always. It helped.

I know it's been four months already. I've grieved, but sometimes, during my low points, I feel like she's right here with me, and though I might cry harder thinking about her, I feel some comfort knowing she's watching over the family from her cloud.

[godlessgrl]

OPEN STARTER. plot: quinn is making bad decisions to cope and your muse is worried (or can call her an idiot) open to: anyone, mutuals and non-mutuals, any connection but f/nb if romantic

"I'm not drunk, you're drunk." Quinn says, pointing accusingly at the other before bursting into a fit of giggles. "Okay, yeah I'm drunk. Whatever." She wasn't often one to drink her problems away, but sometimes there were things on her mind that even writing about couldn't fully shake out. Tonight she just needed to be numb, it's something she tries not to make a habit of. "I'm fine though," cue another swig directly from the bottle. "I just needed to unwind."

[amberlynnmurdock]

“It was time to move on. “

NO NO NO DON’T SAY THAT SHUT UP DON’T SAY THAT YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART DAMM IT SHUT THE FRONT DOOR NO NO STOP STOP😫😭

The reader's been sad about her savior, and Zach came in at the right time... the question is, are his intentions pure???!!!!!

[stormlit]

thinking a lot about the differences between my two city elves from denerim alienage today. there's about a 12-13 year age gap between them and while they are both proud of city elf culture and tenacity, i think that is really formative in how they view things (along with obviously being completely different people).

brenna was born into a time of relative stability for the alienage; the last purge was probably around the year of her birth, she's from a prominent family, and is a big believer in community above all. she was also trained to fight by her mother, really fostering the belief that they defend their own, and especially after her mother's death, she has a real hatred for human nobility and their guards. but that stability, and knowing people directly who left the alienage for "better lives" only to come back, really makes it the centre of her life. she's so involved in fighting the blight that part of that fight being in her home isn't overly traumatic when compared to everything else, and all she wants is to go home and protect her people.

merryn, on the other hand, spends her formative childhood years in an incredibly unstable period. she's 8 during the events of dao, and in the space of a couple of years she lives through: a wedding disrupted by kidnap, the lockdown of the alienage, a purge and ensuing riots (that kill her father), blight sickness, tevinter slavers taking a huge number of their population (including three of her own siblings), the battle of denerim in the streets. finally there's peace and things start to improve, she has a hero to look up to, only for there to be riots again. the alienage is not a safe place for her in the way that it was for most of brenna's early childhood, and there's both community and personal grief. when she learns to fight, it's out of a desperate attempt by remaining adults to protect those who are left. and eventually, her family's among those abandoning the alienage for elsewhere; they settle in the marches, which isn't quite as restrictive as ferelden, and so she doesn't have that whole-life-in-one-place thing that brenna has.

merryn isn't ashamed of being a city elf, but the lack of safety is certainly part of the reason she's sought answers about other elves, about where they come from and how they got here. her issues with the dalish is all internalised insecurity and fear that they are judging her for not being elf enough, whereas brenna refuses to be judged by them. she grew up with the school of thought being that the dalish way was much more savage and unstable, and who'd want to be without a permanent home like that? she learns to get over those prejudices, but she has no need to be accepted by the dalish in the way that merryn desperately does. she's always a my people first person, and the dalish are only her people so far as protecting them from humans goes; for anything else, brenna cares about alienage elves.

i think both of them have some mistrust of humans, but brenna's is much more prominent and combative; from the time she was a teen, she remembers humans coming into the alienage for "fun", and once she's involved with red jenny, it's easy to see how much power humanity has - and she's had plenty of abuse shouted at her by commoners as well as nobles. i imagine the alienage had become more insular by the time merryn was into her teens, certainly her mother rarely let her go out into the city, but in the wake of gaining a bann and then riots, humans were less likely to come in too. everything to do with fighting the blight and the landsmeet just gives brenna more fuel for her hating the human nobles fire, which merryn's too young to get. she's well an adult before she has the understanding to look back and comprehend what happened. merryn also has a very important human mentor, who she met when she was a couple of years younger than brenna had been at the start of the blight, so she's got less reason to outright hate them.

and the other major thing is that merryn has an actual elf hero to look up to, especially since she knew brenna. she remembers her as bann. she knows she brought stability and changes that really mattered, even for a slightly odd child like herself. but that happened because brenna went outside the alienage and joined other things.

but ultimately, both of them are proud of their culture, neither of them is ashamed of where they're from (though merryn sometimes forgets it because dalish elves intimidate her), but while brenna is very focused on alienage life and its community, merryn has always been interested in what's outside it and in elves as a whole.

[ody-ssu-es]

Haven't been on here in ages lol so why not trauma dump real quick.

Trigger warning for suicide ig:

TLDR dad committed suicide in February and now nothing feels real anymore. Currently coping by listening to Kpop 24/7 and playing Genshin Impact (gonna be pulling for "Father" Arle ironically enough lol).

Anyways... gonna keep scrolling now

[your-anti-fantasy]

I genuinely feel so numb to my own pain I just want to have my pussy stretched out and taken advantage of because at least there's intimacy there

[mintys-musings]

CAR EROTICA!? -nagianzu anon

carotica, if you will

[rotdisc]

still think it's kind of crazy that lil yachtys verse on broccoli was how i learned abt columbine

[rosiemari]

✧₊⁺ —- CUNT TO THE FEMININE WHAT

⋆. 𐙚 Saja boys with vogue back dancer reader.

𝜗𝜚 Dear diary: Hello again, ive been having a k-pop demon hunters intensive brain rot lately so decided to drop this cuz vogue is fucking royalty. Plus honey balenciaga's performance inspired this XD. But either way im just being silly so this probs wont get a lot of likes :P.

౨ৎ Trigger warnings: kinda suggestive (?) idk

⋆౨ৎ˚ Characters: Baby and Romance.

˚୨୧⋆.˚ Type: Headcanons, Fluff, Romantic/platonic.

𝜗ৎ Song of the day: Pure/honey —– Beyoncé !

｡𖦹°‧ You were hired for the interludes at the saja boys's show, while you did not really match the vibes there, you were aware you've only been hired for some type of variety on the tour so it didn't get too bland. So you carried with your usual energy.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Baby !

✧₊⁺ Peter how are you doing that.

✧₊⁺ Since Baby (or any of the Saja boys to begin with) didn't care about all this k-pop idol stuff, he didn't really pay no mind when the team decided to hire you.

✧₊⁺ So imagine his amusement when he saw you perform in the interludes.

✧₊⁺ The way you were just casually whirling and twirling yourself to the music with heels and extravagant corsets, pins and whatnot like a casual saturday was able to make even him entertained with the show.

✧₊⁺ You made the crowd cheer in pure extasy and excitement with your performance almost twice the times when the Saja boys themselves were performing so he was much amused.

✧₊⁺ Although he couldn't help but notice the way your movements were sultry but not afraid of getting frenetic and intense with a tad of "seduction" was something that complimented even more your performance.

✧₊⁺ Baby doesn't look the type to research about these type of cultures especially when it's not his interest so he didn't ever see or hear about vogue before, thinking that you were making up your own little dance style. That just made him even more pleased.

✧₊⁺ So when you were done he definitely went to find out who you were, and maybe, y'know, get in touch with you.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Romance

✧₊⁺ Bravo. You're now an exception to the whole soul taking gig.

✧₊⁺ The moment people were tidying you up backstage with your sparkling corset and extravagantly long heels, making you look absolutely sickening, his eyes were locked on you.

✧₊⁺ And honey, when you jumped on that stage you did not disappoint neither the crowd or Romance, your performance was absent of flaws and brought the energy the show needed.

✧₊⁺ Every dip, every twirl and catwalk you gave was another positive point to him, catching the demon in disguise'a attention for simply being good at what you're doing.

✧₊⁺ He liked the way you moved like the heels was just a pair of sneakers, but also was kinda hesitant in case you were to trip and end up with a sprained or even broken ankle due to the heel's height. But that worry went away as soon as he saw your ability.

✧₊⁺ After you were done with your performances he also did look for your information and who were you really, he definitely hit on you when he got the chance. Now it's up to you whether you liked that or not.

✧₊⁺ Your confidence not only brought the show's energy up it also was able to make one of the idols entertained enough to try and get you to perform in every single show they did. Maybe this whole k-pop gig wasn't bad after all.

[artemisofficalsdouble]

Potential Trigger warning: discussions of child death under the cut (In context of charity)

(ps @hekate-offical @artemis-offical @gaia-offical I'm tagging you to spread this which is not something I'd usually do but if you're comfortable please read it and you'll see why)

For any of the Offical verse who want to. In light of the disgusting comments made by offical-officalverse I'm sharing the page of an Australian charity called Red Nose. They collect funds to try to prevent stillbirths and SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome/ Cot death) as well as act to support families who have lost children. This isn't a plea for donations (even though they'd probs be more than welcome) but rather myself sharing a resource that might be act as an education device and possibly encourage people to help raise awareness for these issues.

This is really close to my heart as I've mentioned before that my older sibling was a stillborn. So please try to support such charities whether financially or simply by wearing a red nose this August 8th

[biteyoubiteme]

gameboy

huening kai x fem!reader warnings: 🔞!!! sub!member kinda, hand job, teasing, oral (m!rec), prob forgot some sorry wc: 1.8k an: >< rain sent me an ask about this and I love love love this genre of txt and specifically kai <33 [m.list]

“The machine ate my quarter,” the sound of your voice made Kai jump from his spot behind the counter. The night had been slow, the music only just now dimmed down to let everyone know in the next hour the arcade would be closed. But he had hardly seen anyone all night, even the ticket exchange had been silent, his shift passing with him on his phone or trying and failing to cram the last bit of studying in. 

“O-oh, I can—could you show me the game?” The stutter in his words made you crack a smile, the kind Kai had seen you flash in casual conversation sitting only the row down from him in your shared lecture hall.  

He had watched you pull out your phone time and time again, flipping the camera to face you as you fixed your lip gloss. His eyes darted away from being noticed, but unbeknownst to him, you had caught him every single time. Boys had a tendency to look in your direction, follow the soft end of the applicator trace the line of your bottom lip but none of them had turned away with the same faint blush huening always had on his cheeks. 

The same pink tint that he wore now when you bent more than you should have in a skirt that short, showing him how the game didn't return your change. He fumbled for his keys, hooked to the belt loop of his jeans that suddenly felt too tight over nothing but the flash of your panties. “Sometimes the button gets…” 

He can't even find what he had been trying to say, mind blank with you blinking back at him, “Sticky?” the word only brought back all the times he has watched you with your lip gloss, his eyes falling to your mouth with its teasing smile. 

“I'll get you your coin back, and if you still want to play, it should work fine,” Kai says, bent to one knee, fiddling with the machine to fix it. 

“It's okay it was my last one. My friends left me and I don’t even know how you're supposed to aim on this thing. I swear I've never hit one of these little hearts,” you flicked the toy gun in its holster. It had been the same game you had started the night with, failing twice and giving up only to come back to try to redeem yourself with no luck. 

Kai pulled out a few quarters, holding them palm up for you to take. “Yeah this one always gives people trouble, there is one spot that if you stay aiming at you will at least get half of all the shots you make,” talking about the game felt better than stumbling through a regular conversation, even with him so close to your bare thigh. 

“Really?” you take the coins from him before he locks the machine back up. 

“Just don't tell anyone I told you that,” and when he stands you bend to slip one of the quarters in to try even if you did only make half or all the shots. 

“Could you show me?” the machine rings to life, the little bell like jingle twinkling as you pick up the toy gun. 

Kai didn't know how he had found himself in the position, his front pressed to your back with his hands over yours trying to guide you in the right direction. looking over your shoulder trying and failing to keep some kind of distance between the two of you when he felt like he would tumble over the edge of embarrassment if you inched even a step back. 

He lined up the shot, “Right…here,” his voice soft and whispered right next to your ear, his finger curled around yours on the trigger, pressing down and hitting the target with ease. Your surprised laugh shook your shoulders, your body curving into his like it was second nature. His pants still felt tight, half hard in his jeans like he was some perv and he knew you would notice if you pushed in closer so he tried to pull away but you wouldn't let him. 

You melted into his hold turning your cheek until your noses were close enough to brush, “thank you,” his shuddering breath in response washing over you when you pressed your ass right against him because of course you had caught him, wrapped him up on your webbing like it was your plan all along. “You know I could help you with that,” the ghosting of your lips brushing his only made him harder, the anticipation for something that may or may not happen driving him insane before the game in front of the two of you rings causing both of you to jump. 

His moment was lost as you looked back, his hands falling away from yours, his cheeks and ears burning. The game's screen was saying to call for an attendant, the ticket reel empty and needed to be refilled. 

“I'll be back,” because he couldn't stand around feeling as embarrassed as he did. He knew you had other boys waiting for even a second of your time in the way that he just had. He had not taken charge, had not kissed you instead of pulling away. No, he had gotten hard and stuttered and now he was running away to the supply closet hoping you wouldn't ever tell anyone what had happened. 

The second he was in the small confined storage room he leaned his head on the shelves, trying to catch his breath and cursing at himself. He didn’t even want to think about you waiting there probably texting the friends who had left you there, giggling over the boy who wanted you enough to forget himself. 

His sulking, although internal, felt loud to his own ears, enough so that he did not hear you come in and shut the door behind you until the lock was twisted. The sound of the heavy steel brought him to look at you. 

The low light of the single bulb washed both of you in partial shadow. "Do you need any help?” The redundant question only made him shiver. He needed all the help in the world because you were sliding your hands up his chest, and he couldn't look away from your lips. His nose was already trying to dip closer to yours, and the soft hum of a whimper caught in the back of his throat. 

“Can I kiss you?” the thread of need intertwined in every syllable, snapping when you finally pulled him in closer to you giving him what the both of you wanted. Kai’s body reacted instantly, curving into you, hands sliding down your back, hot and heavy as they pulled your hips in closer to him, enough so that you were utterly flush with him. 

Kai was receptive to every brush of your fingers, one hand threaded between the stands of his hair at the back of his neck, the other making its way down to the bulge in his jeans he was desperately grinding against you as you deepened the kiss he can't pull away from. You fumbled with his zipper, his soft groan ringing in your mouth when you finally tugged it down. “Y-you don't have to-” but he was pressing his clothed cock closer to your palm, begging for more.  

“If you want me to stop all you have to do is say so,” but you slipped a single finger into the waistband of his underwear, running along the elastic, taunting him. 

“Please, don’t stop,” his brow was crinkled just right, eyes pleading with you seconds before he let out a pretty moan, lashes fluttering as you pulled his already leaking cock free from the confines of fabric. 

Never would you have thought that you would have been here with Kai, with him making the sweetest noises you had ever heard over nothing but a few loose strokes. He couldn't keep his gasps quiet enough, the fear of getting caught by anyone was stuck in his mind even if he was one of two workers closing and the door was locked. So he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his breath fanning out over your skin as you giggled, “You're so sensitive,” 

And it was true, his body was trembling. He had never been this hard, this needy. Even his whimpered apologies had never slipped past his lips at this rate but he couldn't help it, not when you knew exactly how to handle him. 

“Don't be sorry,” your soft coo only made his knees weak, “I love to see the way you react to me,” and the only thing that was flickering through your mind was being able to see this vision over and over again, witness it from every angle. You pull away, sinking to your knees in front of him. 

Kai is confused for no more than a second before you're taking him into your mouth, hot and wet enough to make him roll his head back in a throaty moan. Neither of you cares about being loud anymore, not when you’re dragging his tip across your bottom lip, the memory of you and your lip gloss permanently altered in that moment, replaced with this visual. 

Whatever you can't fit into your mouth is taken care of with your hands, the sensation making Kai lean back against the shelves behind him, hair falling back from his forehead while his thighs tremble. He's doing everything he can to keep his hands away from pulling you further down on his cock but it's almost too much when you start to moan. The vibrations race up his spine, one hand curling around your skull as he bucks his hips up into your mouth. 

You don't stop him from pressing further down your throat, your eyes tearing up as you steady your hands on his thighs letting him fuck into you. Kai is brainless, following the feeling of pleasure without realizing that he's found a rhythm brutal enough to nearly choke you before he stutters, hips jerking as he squeezes his eyes shut, “Oh fuck- oh fuck-” the words so foreign to your ears from soft shy kai who was afraid to look at you. 

He twitches against your tongue, hot spurts of his cum salty and welcome as you swallow them down. When you pull away you wrap a loose fist around him, tugging to help him ride out his high, his soft pants mixed with your giggle. 

“I'm sorry I couldn't help myself-” he starts, face flushed and embarrassed before you cut him off. 

“No, don’t be sorry, I like that you can't control yourself around me,” you pull yourself up to stand, kissing along his jaw before whispering in his ear, “Next time you'll be just as good for me, won't you?”

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[rooniearts]

Metal Wins Asks 1: Initial Reactions

YALL TORE ME APARRRTTTT IN THE ASKBOX LOL THANK YOU FOR ALL THE RESPONSES!!! I'm glad to see that the AU has been well received despite it all! :'D I already have enough asks about it (TWENTY SEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!) to justify a longpost, so here goes!

Any trigger warnings that pertain to the Metal Wins AU are gonna apply here in the discussion, just so you're warned. You can find the warning under my pinned post

@railway323

IM SORRAYYYYYYY,,,, IT HAD TO HAPPENNNNN,,,,

@zezodacol

yeahh,,,, yeahhhh,,,....,..,

@akaneenaka33

Unfortunately, it's gonna have to be cruel and unusual punishment for now :') This AU works differently from my other ones in the sense that this one has a bit of a running story to it, so I can't tell you much without spoiling things.

The basic premise is that this incident happens and everyone has to navigate how they cope with it, Metal included. Some find their way through, while others continue to spiral downwards to rock bottom.

MY BABY BOYYY!!!!!!!!! MY LITTE GUYYYYY!!!!! AUUGHHHHH

@niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian

The true answer is that I just thought Metal looked really cool whenever I put blood on him and then it just kinda went downhill from there </3

So. Metal killed him and brought him there to mess with Sonic. That's about the lore I can give you about it for now unfortunately, except for the few other bits and pieces throughout the rest of this post :')

@sanicdetails

YOU KNOW WHAT. Good point. All crimes have been forgiven <3

@sparkyboi

NEVERRRR!!!! IF SEGA CAN KILL TAILS THEN SO CAN I!!!!!!!

BWUH,,,, Tails nation please don't publicly execute me I would be so very sad

@disgruntled-rat

YAYYY thank goodness...... I may rejoin my people..............

@thatbirdguyy

Unfortunately for our little guy, it is by decree of the author that he Must suffer. It is simply inevitable for any Tails enthusiast to put him through the wringer </3

ALSO YO?? I love your art and au sm! :D I'm so glad you find mine interesting too!! <3

@thecustomcosplayed

HE DID NOTHING WRONGGG THATS THE WORST PART,,, MY POOR LIL GUY DOESN'T DESERVE THISSSS

Ohohhhh yess ! I too love me a good whump au or two

Oh, he was long gone before Metal even showed up with him :( There was nothing they could've done

@cheeseburgerhelper

See, Metal wanted an efficient kill, but the problem is that Tails isn't about to go down without a fight. That's why he got so brutal, and also why he's sporting some scuffs and dents.

@humble-introvert0808

LMAOOO NOO MY GIRL AMY 😭 I do really enjoy this response to seeing me kill off my blorbo baby boy being "ooohh do mine next!! do mine next!!" bcus it's so so real

I prob won't do anything like that anytime soon, but rest assured that Amy's a MAJOR player in this AU and gets to be sad asf a LOT <3

@anactualfuckingnerd

Well. Yes. But I get the feeling that it's not what the most of y'all are looking for rn because Metal does, in fact, NOT get obliterated immediately :'D

Sonic WISHES he could've pulverized Metal on the spot, but no, he lost the fight and Metal got away. Sure, he was mad, but more angry =/= better at fighting

The next part (which I'm currently working on!) will go over this, but basically it was a fit of jealous rage. A "if I can't have this, then you can't either" type of thing.

But you're right. The real Sonic would NEVER have done that. Metal's realization of this fact is the basis that sets off his character arc and exploring that is what half of this AU is all about :]

(I use any pronouns for my version of Metal! I tend to mostly use he/him before character growth, and mostly they/them and she/her after, but y'all can use whatever)

YEAH they are fighting an uphill battle for that redemption arc after this one :') They fucked up BADDDDDD and they KNOW it.

LMAOOASDFGH,,, It's definitely a slow climb for her :'D All will be revealed in due time!

HELP NOOOO NOT THE BLAME SHIFTIIINGGG!!!! HES THE BLAME SHIFTER!!!!!!

I think he might have, like, a twinge of resentment towards him about it, but on some level he does understand that Silver had no earthly chance of knowing even if he is from the future. That, and Silver's like one of the only people who are willing to go along with his murder death revenge quest, so he can't afford to piss him off lol

Even still, I'm sure it comes out as snide remarks once in a while though :')

@i-only-created-this-to-read

The Tornado is fine! It's probably just sitting in Tails' hangar, collecting dust. No one can bear looking at it right now.

And oof. That's actually hard to say! I don't think I can accurately place it in a specific game timeline, unfortunately. But I can say that Sage isn't here nor has she been created yet (as much as I love her </3 but my co-auther hasn't played Frontiers) Eggman will behave much like he does in IDW, if that gives you a good reference point.

Eggman is very much alive, and we will see him! But no, he's NOT happy about any of this. We'll see this explored later, but yes, he absolutely sees Metal as a liability now that he's gone and painted such a HUGE target on their backs. And also little mad that he acted autonomously and took away a potential asset/victory from him.

From what I've heard, he needs either the real or fake set of Chaos Emeralds to do that....??? And right now he has neither, so no, unfortunately not :') He's never once allowed near any of the emeralds, because his friends know he's crashing out and will hurt himself and others if he goes super/dark. They spend the whole time playing Emerald Hot Potato to keep them from him lol

Sonic absolutely drops his whole being the better person shtick IMMEDIATLY though, at least regarding Metal. He's gone too far, and now there's no more second chances for him. As far as Sonic's concerned, Metal is to be destroyed on sight.

YES! Or, at least, Shadow tries. He tries to reach out, and he tries to help him cope, but Sonic just isn't open to it. He's not in a headspace to be able to receive any advice at all.

@i-only-created-this-to-read

Honestly, I like to think Amy probably came crying to him and told him about it pretty much immediately, and that he becomes one of the biggest comforts to her during all of this. He seems like he'd be a great listener and give some top tier advice <3

@anactualfuckingnerd

LMAOOOO yeahh,,.,,, Valid reaction

[delusionalalien]

[Embrace You, Devour You] [Chapter 5] YANDERE!Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader x YANDERE!Variant!Invincibles

Not much mark on this chapter, but i have to write this part because it is basically the catalyst that triggered the entire events that will follow. Mostly acted on by Vanessa and that becomes a whole other problem as well. WE ARE CLOSER TO THE MAIN STORY THOUGH AAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

Note: again, before y'all decide to cancel me in the near future, i am updating tags regularly in each chapter because i ain't putting all my energy into typing and editing the tags for the previous chapters. PLEASE READ THEM!!!!

Reader is turning 14 soon , Mark is 13

prologue

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T.W / Tags: Slow-burn, Soft yandere, pining, mark is bat shit crazy but he good dw, baby-trapping, teen pregnancy, yandere variants, mark a lil pushy, breeding kink, jealous Mark Grayson, talks of abortion, misunderstandings, possessive Mark Grayson, murder, gore, child-murder(variant!readers), attempted suicide, murder-suicide(variant!readers), OOC, prob need more tags, Heavy Physical Bullying This Chapter

Your day started off bad and it also ended much worse.

You stand in the ruins of a city, arms crossed on your well developed chest. your white and grey tight skin suit littered with gashes from the fight between you and a kaiju.

The beast roared for a second to make its presence known, both of you in an intense stare down waiting for the other to make its move. Your hair adorned with a white streak to similar to your mothers.

You didn't wait, you didn't want to give it time. So you flew right onto the monsters snout and gave it a good punch with your bare knuckles. It staggered a few meters back and you didn't give it enough time to recover as you held your hands out, the tingling feeling of your powers making it effect on the beast as it whimpered.

It's face began to contort followed by its body curling into a ball midair before it turned into a flesh sphere. It fell somewhere in the city for the GDA to find.

As you lower yourself back to earth, you were met with the praises of civilians.

"Empress Crusader! We love you!"

"Empress! Look here!"

The praises got into your head, flipping your hair coolly as you walked through and they part for you like the red sea.

At the end of the crowd, stood there was Mark, he was older and he was wearing his civilian attire. His blue sweater with two lines across and his yellow undershirt peeked out from underneath his sweater. You see him smile at you, clapping at your victory.

"Wow (Name) you were really great back there!" he says as he took you by the hand.

"Thanks Mark!" You blushed, hold his hand tightly on yours as you both leaned closer to one another.

"So, do you wanna hang out in my place later?"

Mark smiled as he eagerly accepted.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

You two leaned closer, nose brushing as you two slowly close the gap. Lips nearly touching as you close your eyes.

Then without warning the sky turned red, the wind picked up as you pushed Mark behind you to protect him. The clouds morphed and turned into a face, a gnarly and grotesque face appears, glaring at you from below.

"Who are you?" You yelled, covering Mark as he cowers from behind you.

"Ms. Aguilar..." The face spoke

"How do you know my name!" This time you were in a defensive stand, ready to take action.

"Ms. Aguilar..." This time the face spoke angrily.

"Wake up..."

"huh?"

"WAKE UP!"

You jolted awake from your nap. The pencil firm in your hand flew off the table, the papers you were sleeping on wet from your drooling. You scanned the room in a panic, your ears picking up the snickering from the other side of the room.

Right, you were in your first class doodling about your hero costume on some spare papers you had on your bag, then somehow you fell asleep in the middle of his class.

Mr. Harrington raised a brow at you, one hand on a ruler he had been using to slap the whiteboard at the front earlier in class and the other on his waist before he slapped the ruler on your desk again.

"Awake now Ms. Aguilar?"

You nodded vigorously and wiping away the drool from your mouth.

"Sorry Mr. Harrington, I didn't have enough sleep last night." You sheepishly smiled, cursed Demon Manslaughter and its great amination because by the time the anime was done, you only have 3 hours left to sleep.

Glaring at Rebecca's goons from across the room when you see them fake sleeping clearly mocking you while a friend of hers laugh.

"Detention after (Name), don't even think of skipping." He points his ruler on you before he made his way back to the front of the class, continuing where he left off.

You let out a groan. Fuck high school.

-

It's been a year since you have your unrequited crush on your next door neighbor.

A year since you both finally became freshmen in high school.

A year since you lied about liking Todd.

And you don't know who, but someone told her that you like Todd.

You should have seen it miles away. The way she bat her lashes at Todd, the way she smiled like he was the most important person in her life, the way she changed based on his preferences.

God, you should have known that Rebecca White, your long time bully, had a fat fucking obsession crush on Todd Jefferson, the number one douchebag since elementary.

You were pressed harshly underneath the school benches, held by her goons on each arm as she slapped and clawed at your face, saying some shit that Todd would never look at you and what not. You we're incoherent, your ears failing you when one of her goons punched you right in ear in an attempt to knock you out earlier.

You can hear muffles of what she was saying, blood rushing out of your nose, your cheeks red from the constant assault of her hands, you felt sore all over. No matter how many times you try to pry away from her friends, you were always pinned right back up on that very same wall.

You cried out when Rebecca's friend punched your stomach, you we're just minding your business, heading to detention after parting ways with William and Mark. Mark offered to stay after school to wait for you but you shooed him off and told him to wait at your house so you both can play video games. Now you wished you let him stay, you wished you didn't waved at him when he entered that bus.

You puked out the food your father made for you. Head hanging low. You see the chunks of what he made, the ones he stuff in your bag and you remember your mother kissing you in the head before she and your father saw you off to school. Promising you that it'll be a fun day.

You cried not out of pain, but for your parents, for anyone to hear your pleas as you beg them for mercy.

"Holy shit Becks, her ear is bleeding."

You can make out one of her goons. Rebecca didn't stop no, seeing you writhing in pain entirely at her mercy gave her a power boost. How pathetic you were in her eyes. If anything, you understood she was turned on at the sight of you in her mercy.

"You always acted like you were fucking untouchable with that little gang of yours, where the hell are they now huh?!" slap after slap, your skin was becoming raw, red and bleeding.

"Let.. me go." You attempted to swing at her, but your arms we're pinned to the wall.

Another punch to the gut causes you to choke on the bile that rise in your throat. You let the contents of your food fall from your mouth, gasping in pain and finally you were let go.

You unceremoniously fell into your own stomach fluid. The smell clinging to your hair and you sob as your open wounds soaked in the puke that you laid on.

Before you can even lift yourself up, Rebecca kicked you right in the chest. Hard.

You feel yourself choked. Gasping as you gripped on your stained shirt for a sense of relief.

"Fucking know your place you sleepless freak."

With that they left. Not when one of them send one last kick to your stomach. You choked on a sob, tears blurred your vision as you see them walk away from you.

Rebecca White, she was rich, unstoppable, her parent's success makes her invulnerable to expulsions or even consequences for her actions. Back then she only ever did shove you out the swings or push you when you were in her way.

You wondered, why haven't you told on her to your mother. Was it shame? or was it because you thought you can handle whatever she brings to you?

Or perhaps you were afraid for her?

You don't know, you don't want to think.

So you cried, you cried for the pain to stop, your cheeks to heal, you cried for someone to find you, anyone really, you begged for the universe to find the strength in your arms to get up, for your legs to move.

Hell you were begging for a miracle, for your dormant powers to come and save you.

fucking move already, you cursed, but instead you gasped, your chest hurting and then there was a crack, your ribs caved in under the pressure.

You were crying for so long you hadn't notice the sun was setting, and the school lights closing.

You laid there, in the cold, waiting for someone to open them again, anyone to find you.

Pleading.

"Mommy..."

Was the last thing you muttered when you ultimately passed out in your own digested vomit.

-

Amber grumbles in annoyance. Her volleyball was left at school, her friends were using it after class during practice since the school haven't ordered any new ones.

She was relentlessly annoyed since it was her volleyball that was left at school. A gift her mother on her birthday.

Amber notices a few teachers hanging out the entrance, ready to leave when they spot her jogging over.

Amber explained to them briefly of her situation, Mr. Harrington nodded, agreeing to accompany Amber to get her ball back as they open the open the lights back up only for the gym.

"Where did your friends leave it?" Mr. Harrington questions Amber who was running up and down the benches, looking for the blue ball.

"They said they left it at the bench over here," Amber says, "I guess it rolled under."

Amber crouched, scanning for her ball and spots it rolled into the corner.

"Sweet! I found it!"

She celebrated, then she froze, face going pale as her mouth gape when she caught sight of someone's shoes still quite clearly attached to the person under the benches just a few steps away from where her ball was.

"Amber, are you alright?"

Amber didn't speak, mortified as she points at the body.

Mr. Harrington looked and his blood ran cold. Instantly he rushed to under the benches yelling at Amber to call the other teachers and for an ambulance.

It wasn't long before an ambulance appeared.

and for the news to reach your father.

-

Vanessa returned home, lights turned on the stove recently shut off, with the cupcakes still inside. The television buzzing in the living but nobody home.

She found it odd. Eerie, she doesn't return home to nobody in it once in her life when she had you. She was on her toes, alert for any signs of break ins that might have happened yet nothing, the house was dead silent, the ac in your room was off.

Why weren't you home?

Her phone rang, startling her from her thoughts. She scrambled to pick it up.

Nicolas was calling her.

"My love, where are you? Where is (Name)?" she paced around the living room.

Nicolas sharply took in some air trying to calm himself at the end of the line but broken sobs followed and he couldn't hide how entirely wreck he is now.

"I'm fine, but (Name)-"

"What happened to our varóbushik?" Vanessa feels her heart racing, "Tell me where you two are, now!"

Dead silence at the end, but Vanessa can make out that Nicolas was trying his best not to break down while he was talking to her.

"...we are at the hospital, mahal, Debbie and Mark are here too..."

Hospital?

"Changed into civilian clothes okay? They took her to a normal hospital, we'll be waiting, I love you..."

She hadn't even noticed she froze. Hospital, the one thing she never wants to see you in.

She made efforts, brought you medicine and with the help of your father fed you only the heathiest meals meant for someone as precious as you.

Yet you were at the hospital?

Vanessa sat down, taking it in. Breathing in and out, like Nicolas taught her when they were young, when he caught her in a panic attack not far from your age.

Her fingers were numbing. What the hell happened to her baby, was she even breathing normally? Was her kid even alive?

There was worry, then it boils into anger.

She dialed a number on her phone, stomping her way and changing into normal clothes, ignoring the way the objects that were levitating in her anger with clenched fist, rationality slipping as the seconds roll by while hearing the phone ring in her end.

"Crusher?"

"Mr. Stedman, i wish to ask a favor."

Nobody harms her baby and get away with it.

Sickness, Alien or Human.

-

Note: Damn i should probably add Platonic!Yandere!Mother in this too Jesus Christ