#the rage you feel when your sibling eats YOUR food!

[stormyblue90]

Bored at work, so I drew @mwolf0epsilon Frogma!

Why is he screaming? …Fives ate the last chunk of Gouda…

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[so-long-soldier-writes]

One of Those Days

poly!mikaelsons x reader | request

summary: between the constant fighting and city clamor, you're overstimulated from the minute you wake up. you try to isolate until you feel better, but sometimes, that only makes things worse. luckily, your loving vampire partners are always there for you.

tags: sensory issues, mental health, overstimulation, arguing, mild emotional hurt / comfort

word count: ~2.6k

a/n: requested by @asexualaromosafezone - i am SO SORRY this took me literal months to complete. a couple days ago, i suddenly remembered i never filled it and finished it asap. i hope you like it, and again, so many apologies!

Sometimes, you wake up, and can immediately tell it’ll be a hard day. The sun has barely risen, yet there’s already a million noises coming through your window. Chatters of people having their morning walks, car horns from those too impatient to let them cross, the distant clang of a dropped pot, and-

“REBEKAHHH!”

-Klaus, yelling for his sister. At seven in the morning. 

“What the bloody hell are you shouting for?! I’m right here!”

You sigh, glad that mystery solved quickly.

There’s probably a few more minutes until your alarm rings, so instead of getting up a little earlier, you opt to enjoy your last minutes of peace. Though you soon realize that’s impossible, given your circumstances. On top of the city sounds, there’s a bird right outside your window, and when you try to turn away from it, the tag on your blanket itches the inside of your thigh. 

“Ugh!” You toss the blanket off. 

Your alarm sounds not a second later. 

With a slap to your phone and then another to your forehead, you decide to just get ready for the day. Luckily, not much is planned. Marcel still has control over the city, and with you being human, your Mikaelson hosts don’t want you outside at all. 

See, you live with the family of original vampires. You used to be a Mystic Falls’ resident, but then after developing a close connection with the siblings, decided to move to New Orleans with them and get a fresh start. You were tired of the small town life, and while the big city can be overwhelming at times, you’ll never get sick of the culture it has to offer. Besides, living with the most powerful family makes you happier than you ever believed you could be. 

As much as you love them, though, they can be a pain. Like when Klaus can’t find his sister, but forgets a whisper would summon her just as effectively. Instead, he has to wake up the whole quarter, and inconvenience you with a headache. When you reach the dining room that day, you slump your head on the table. 

“Everything alright, darling?” Kol’s voice floats over your head, making you aware of his presence. 

“Tired.”

“Is your bed comfortable enough? Do you need more blankets?”

You haven’t been in the city long, and his consideration warms your heart. 

“Oh, I’m okay. I’m very comfy. Just haven’t gotten used to the city yet.”

“Ah, I understand.”

His attention drifts to his sister. You busy yourself with a plate of food and ignore how tired you feel. When Elijah sits beside you, you offer a smile, but don’t say anything. The man, polite as ever, does the same. Though while two of the siblings are quiet, the other two aren’t. Klaus and Rebekah are still on the same topic from earlier. They bounce off each other quickly, childish banter turning into an argument.

You try to eat in peace and ignore them, but it’s difficult. And it doesn’t help that you’ve been feeling down lately, anyway. It’s rather unexplainable, the way you feel. Some days you’d rather stay in bed all day than face the world. Your whole body could be begging for you to get up and get things done, but you just can’t. No matter how hard you fight your own mind, sometimes there’s no winning the raging war. 

To make matters worse, you’re always hypersensitive when you find yourself in these low moods. Every little thing is overstimulating and there’s no pause button. This morning, you didn’t even get a chance to wake up before the sounds started. (Thanks, Klaus.) You roll your eyes in your head, annoyed. 

“Hey.” A poke to your shoulder startles you, making you jump. “You okay?” 

“Ooh, you caught me off guard.”

“Sorry,” Kol smiles, “you in deep thought, or rolling your eyes at Klaus’ statement?”

“Uh…” You bite your lip. You were rolling your eyes about Klaus, but missed whatever statement it was that he just made. “What did he say?”

“That he was on his way to have a little chat with Marcel. That will go swimmingly.”

“Oh.” You snort and decide to joke. “Both.”

Kol grins at you, but then, thankfully, leaves you alone again. 

After breakfast, you retreat back into your room, not in the mood to face the day. If Klaus is really going to start shit with Marcel, it’ll be an intense day. You’ve never met the current king of the French Quarter, but Elijah’s told stories. Marcel and the family used to be close, but then, like all their other relationships, ties ended drastically. 

“But not with you, of course,” he had promised. “You’re our girl.”

You were skeptical for a moment. Who wouldn’t be, knowing the Mikaelsons? But then Klaus approached you from behind with a kiss to your hair and confirmed his brother’s words,

“As long as we have your loyalty, you’ll always have ours.”

You could see the truth in his statement. Everyone who ended up on their bad side had betrayed them in some way. So, as long as you didn’t repeat others’ mistakes; as long as you kept your trust in the family, you would be considered family. And ever since the day you first grew close, you have been their family. 

You’re close with all of the siblings. Elijah, first, when you couldn’t take your eyes off him at Damon’s dinner party. Then Rebekah, and then Kol, when he undaggered. Even Finn, before his untimely death - thanks to Matt, your good friend now worst enemy. Klaus took the longest to trust you, and you can’t blame him for having trust issues, but once he realized how much his siblings adored you, he was quick to accept your place with them. 

Now, the five of you live together, nine hundred miles from your hometown. It’s certainly a change, but every day with them is an adventure.

Like today, you suddenly think, overhearing Elijah’s footsteps in the hallway. Today has definitely been one of those days. 

“Y/N?” He stops outside your door.

“Mhm?”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

Elijah opens the door, but doesn’t fully enter your room. He looks you up and down before smiling. “I just thought you seemed sad earlier and wanted to check on you. Is everything okay?”

“Oh!” You put on a brave face to mask the tiredness you feel internally. “Yeah, I’m just out of sorts today. It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure? Because if someone’s bothering you, that’s something we can take care of.”

“No, no, I promise. It’s all just me. Just having a day.”

“You’re positive?” He asks for confirmation again.

“Have I ever lied to you, ‘Lijah?”

He looks down at his shoes, embarrassed. “No, you haven’t. I apologize for doubting you.”

“It’s okay,” you step closer to him, resting against the door frame. “No need to apologize. But I swear, I just… woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something. New Orleans is a loud city. I’m still adjusting.”

“Okay. Well, call if you need anything. Even the smallest thing.”

“I will.”

“Oh, and be careful in the off-chance that Marcel storms in here. There’s a fight brewing in the quarter.”

“I’ll keep an eye out.”

“Better yet, stay inside for the day. So you’re not in harm’s way at all.”

“Okay, ‘Lijah.”

He smiles at you, then kisses your hand. “Now, I need to neutralize my brother. But I needed to make sure our girl was okay first.”

“She’s okay. Go deal with him.”

Elijah straightens his collar before speeding off to no doubt defend his brother in a fight. You love Klaus, but man, does he get angry. And then from anger, comes pure rage, then absolute chaos. Once situations escalate that far, the whole block better hide if they want to keep their hearts in their chest. 

You sigh, thinking of the carnage that may come. You’re not sure you can deal with his anger issues today, especially not coupled with those of Marcel. Of all the days they have to fight, it’s the one that you might snap, too, if he raises his voice one more time. 

Suddenly, your bed looks like the perfect oasis away from the mess behind your door. A good pillow over the ears might prevent an impending meltdown. You crawl into it at once and let your body melt into the mattress. 

You hadn’t lied to Elijah, though you hadn’t given him the full truth, either. Yes, you are, in general, okay. Not necessarily today, but at that moment, you were. Also yes, you’re not feeling great today, partly because of all the city noise. And, finally, yes, most of it is just you and your body not in the mood to be awake. Though Klaus is contributing, just a little bit, to your mental distress today. Elijah would understand, of course, but then he’d have a talk with his brother about it, and you really didn’t want to burden either of them in that way, so you put on a smile and didn’t mention it. You’d bet Elijah knows the full truth, and knows why you won’t admit it, but he respects you if you don’t want to talk about it. That’s one of the reasons you love him so much. 

You get a couple hours of rest until your slumber is interrupted by a new knock on your door. It’s not soft, like Elijah’s, so it must be one of the younger two. 

“Oh no,” you mutter, wondering what it must be now.

“Y/N?” Rebekah’s voice comes from the other side. “Are you awake?”

“I am now.” 

She opens the door as you reply. “Oh what the bloody hell are you still doing in bed?”

“Sleeping.”

“Obviously! Come watch a movie with Kol and I! We’d love your company.”

“An actual movie, or the public display of violence happening outside in the quarter?”

“We haven’t decided yet!” She grabs your hand. “Come on!”

You yawn. “I’m gonna pass today, I’m not up for it.”

“Awh, Y/N! It won’t be as fun without you!”

“I have a headache, Bex,” you fib. 

“Do you want some blood for that?”

“Does that even work like that?”

She shrugs, “not sure.”

You cuddle into your pillow. “Another time, okay?”

The girl smiles, then leans forward to kiss your head. “Okay. If you change your mind, come find us.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“Dinner’s at seven. Will you be there?”

“Yeah,” you promise, “I should be better by then.”

You are not, in fact, better by then. If anything, your foul mood progressed into an actual headache within thirty minutes of Rebekah leaving. Shouts throughout the city managed to penetrate the thin glass of your windows, and you could hear almost everything as Klaus heckled the current king. For hours, it went on, until the sun went down and they assumedly put it off for another day. By seven o’clock, you were able to sneak in another nap, but you still felt way overstimulated from the day’s events. 

Not to mention the fact that you spent all day in bed. Sometimes, you’re overstimulated by too much going on, but today you partly did it to yourself by hiding away all day. The guilt of avoiding everyone weighs on your chest. Rebekah had invited you to a movie; Elijah went out of his way to check up on you, and you had more or less dismissed them both. A bitter taste sits in your mouth when you think about it. Water doesn’t wash it out.

Hopefully dinner will. 

For the first ten minutes, the night passes peacefully. Most of the conversation is focused between the meal and the movie the two had watched. The events of the day, seemingly, are left in the past.

But then, of course, Kol has to make a comment on something he overheard that he thought was funny. And that set Klaus off into a spewing of anger. He’s pissed at Marcel, but now, also, at Kol for bringing it up. Elijah puts his face in his hands, and Rebekah sends both a huge eye roll. 

What was a moment of much-appreciated silence is now a yelling match. After five minutes, you reach your breaking point. 

“Why do you feel the need to comment on that, Kol? It was so insignificant, but you’ve felt the need to bring it up, and now I’m reminded of how much Marcel has done to piss me off!”

“I didn’t mean to make you upset, bloody hell! I thought it was funny!”

“It wasn’t funny to me when he was spitting in my face! I-”

“Oh my god! Are you ever not arguing?!” You suddenly shout. 

The table goes silent and all eyes are on you. A needle could be dropped and it would be heard across the quarter. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologize quickly, embarrassed.

“Love,” Elijah puts a hand on your shoulder, “are you alright?”

At his touch, you flinch. He retracts his hand quickly, but doesn’t move his body away from its proximity to yours. 

Klaus, although upset at the interruption, notices this and calms a little. “Everything okay, Y/N?”

“I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

“That little outburst didn’t sound like nothing.”

“I’m just stressed.”

“Darling, what’s got you all upset? Tell us and we’ll sort it out now.”

“It’s no one, Kol, I’m just not feeling well.”

“Still have a headache, sweetheart?” Rebekah asks. 

“You have a headache?” Klaus butts in. 

The assortment of questions makes you drop your head. It nearly hits the table, but Elijah grabs your frame before you can fall. Tears form in your eyes, visibly. 

“I’m just really overstimulated today. I woke up weird and this city is loud, and then there was all the fighting all day long, and then I hid in my room all day, but then I felt bad about hiding, and now I’m making you all worried because I can’t get my shit under control!”

“And that’s your fault, how?” Elijah asks, “you cannot blame yourself for the way you feel.”

“But I need to handle my emotions better. I’m sorry.”

“No apologies necessary, love,” Klaus adds, “I certainly haven’t helped, fighting with children all day.”

“Niklaus,” Elijah warns, but Klaus doesn’t argue with him this time. 

“I should’ve stayed with you when you said you had a headache.”

“Don’t blame yourself either, Bex. It’s not your fault.”

“But we could’ve cuddled,” she frowns.

“It’s okay. I got a nap, and it helped a little. I just need to get used to my life being different now. None of you are at fault.”

“Nor are you,” the eldest reminds, “it’s been quite a day for us all.”

Kol clears his throat, “say, after dinner, if you feel up to it, we could all watch a movie and cuddle around you? I think some comfort is much needed.”

“Sure,” you agree, “but I might fall asleep during it.”

“That’s quite alright,” he smiles. He then stands up to hug you, but when his arms wrap around your neck, you freeze.

“Not yet, please. I’m still a bit stressed.”

He gives you a wink. “Of course, darling. Let me know when you’re ready.”

Klaus flicks his napkin across the table. He’s folded it into the shape of a heart. “We love you. You know that, right?”

You take the heart, kiss it, and put it in your pocket. “I do. I love you all, too. Thanks for understanding.”

[justa-fanfic-writer]

Yandere Katakuri x Male Reader

Warnings: Yandere (duh), shit writing, male pregnancy-ish?

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Yandere Katakuri who. . . First met you when you were just walking around the town since you had nothing to do today, so you thought it'll be nice to have a walk around town, not after until you saw a particular red haired boy who looks like he was eating... donuts?

You were strolling around the town since you were still new, and you don't really know your way around, so you thought you might as well explore around but not until you heard some faint noise... it sounds like... someone is munching...? since you were curious where that munching sound was, you thought about going towards the sound since little ol you thought it would be a cute animal eating!

You walked faster to the sound since you had your hopes up thinking it was still a cute animal, not until it wasn't a cute animal... it was some random kid with spiky crimson hair eating what it seems to be donuts? he seems like he was... in bliss of some sort? It seems like donuts were their favorite food!

Your thoughts were cut off when he pinned you against the wall with a long Spear like trident around your neck. He Than spoke, "You saw it, didn't you?" You could feel and hear the anger and rage when he spoke. You were pretty scared, like c'mon, a sharp, pointy blade near your neck like ofc anyone would be scared AF you were almost about to try reasoning with him until you looked at his face and gasped the crimson Haired boy was ready to hear you call him a monster like how the others did and was about to stab you until you murmured softy that only he heard something that absolutely fuckin shocked him "what a cool mouth".

when he heard you spoke those words in your very mouth, his eyes widened in shock! You thought his mouth was cool...? Not disgusting? A curse? A pelican eel? A MONSTER???? He then looked at you again, still shocked, and took back his Spear like Trident back, and he then akwardly apologized. He started putting on his white and black patterned scarf, and you said in a nervous voice, "i-its okay..." And then there was akward silence there was tension still in the air and maybe a start of a new weird friendship? (I got lazy for the backstory here, bare with me here 💀)

Yandere Katakuri who. . . At first, he didn't fully trust you. I mean, come on, barely anyone even wanted to talk to him nor even think about going near him because they kept all called him a freak and a monster, but when you both got even closer he was... a bit happy he had someone to talk to, someone who cares for him, someone who would hang out with but as the days gone by you both were than became inseparable you both would always do everything together and at first Katakuri first saw you as a sibling someone to protect someone who he cares about more than anything but something changed than as you both grew older...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Started to develop some feelings for you it was just small feelings not too much for him to notice it, but as the days went by he started to notice this weird feeling bubbling inside his heart and when he figured out he liked you in a romantic way he was shocked because he only ever saw you as a sibling! never as a romantic interest!

He full-blown denied that he like liked you, but when he actually looked closer... you were... pretty cute.

WAIT NO! STOP THINKING THOSE THINGS he shaked his head to keep those thoughts away he only saw you as a sibling NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS yes that's right t-this feeling will go away y-yeah it will!

Surprise, surprised it didn't

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Is slowly becoming more touchy and possessive and even more obsessed with you day by day he holds your hand in public more often he always asks if you want him to carry you on his shoulder or want to eat anything and he'll immediately call the chef's to make you sweet goods you were kind of weirded out by this behavior but you just honestly thought nothing of it since you were practically his only friend, and you thought that he was just being insecure again and wanted to you to know that he will always be there for you and just needs your comfort and attention so you happily embraced this new him with with open arms!

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Took it in a wrong and thought you're letting him do this things to you since you LOVE him, right? R-RIGHT!? You wouldn't EVER think about LEAVING him because you happily accepted this.

RIGHT????????

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Had the courage to now actually confess to you and hoped you feel the same, and if you accepted it, then he is ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC and will pick you up and give you a literal bone crushing hug!

but if you don't accept the same feelings well...

Seems like we're gonna have some problems...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . After you accept his proposal for you to be his lover, OH BOY, you're gonna have a field day for sure so better prepare for lots of cuddling and getting spoiled to the core because he will SHOW you that he will ALWAYS love you~<3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Married you not too long ago, both of you said your vows, and before you two kiss, he encased the both of you in a mochi squared house since he is still insecure of his mouth and finally have the both of you in a passionate kiss that could make anyone gag on how sweet you two were

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Will let you have your freedom because he knows that if he cages you like a little bird forever, he will never have a TRUE real relationship with you and doesnt want that he wants to have a real and lovely relationship with you. <3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Doesn't mind if you want children he would absolutely LOVE to have children with you~<3 its either you want some or he does.

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I'm sorry that I have been like offline for idk a year...? Ehehe, sorry... I was ehem busy with school, and I was on writers block, so sorry... and as I get better with writing fics, I'll remake some of my old ones just like this one, so sorry again if it's not to your liking... :(

[qinluofu]

⊹﹒blue lock boys + younger sibling headcanons ♡

chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro, oliver aiku, shido ryusei taking you out on shopping

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CHIGIRI only goes out to malls solely for buying hair care products. so when your parents forced him to take you out, claiming it's because you "needed to go out more" - he only sighed and agreed. oh, the things he does for you.

chigiri basically holds your hands while walking to the hair care stores, he doesn't want you to get lost. considering he's a regular to those stores, the cashiers gush at the sight - they immediately knew you were his little sibling, the same type of red-ish hair with the same smile. while the cashiers compliment you, you just >:(. there is no way you look like your brother, nu-uh!

you had a nice little conversation with the cashiers as your brother picks out his hair care products. it was pretty nice walking around the mall except for the fact that some random strangers said you looked like your brother, hell no.

NAGI was running out of food and he had a little sister to take care of. so being the logical guy he was, he obviously had to go get groceries. it took him 20 minutes to get out of bed, another 7 to get ready and 13 to actually walk out the door. he was playing his games in between and you just stood there, waiting, giving him the :/ look .

he doesn't hold your hand or anything, he mainly observes you between the corner of his eyes. when you reach the mall, he jumps into the mall cart and lies there as you push it. he says it's beneficial, training your arm muscles while also being semi independent.

picking out groceries were quick, you just pushed the cart around and got what you wanted, nagi is way too tired to tell you what he wants. sometimes, you're too short to reach things so he just uses his long arms to sweep it into the cart. the entire trip was just your brother being a sloth and you taking care of said sloth.

bonus : personally, i think the cart would be filled with what a child would like because nagi thinks it's a pain to pick out favourite foods - so you can just fill in what you like to eat.

AIKU would piss his date off for you. you see, you just kept bugging him to take you out so he just had to, your brother rarely went to malls for the sake of getting necessities. he was holding his date's hands, as he suddenly whispered into their ear and you can see the rage stemming up to their face.

you just stare at them while aiku shrugs at whatever, and his date storms off. after they were gone he smiles at you and carries you up, you almost feel like a vip at how he does these things for you.

"let's go do whatever you like, whaddya say hm?" he mumbled as he gave that lazy signature smirk, you were overjoyed with that :D look and you basically led him to the arcade, then the clothing store, then the chocolate store and then the local smoothie store.

and he gives in to you whatever you want - quality sibling time as he likes to call it.

SHIDOU loses you. yeah ok he loses you in the middle of the mall, doesn't even notice until he calls out your name and finally notices the fact that you're somehow not there.

basically, shidou went into the beer store to get some drinks, leaves you outside, you got distracted by a shiny looking toystore and boom the both of you are separated. it's funny how you were so calm like :| and how he was panicking, texting sae being his first immediate action.

by god's miracle, sae was also in the mall with rin to get some groceries, and the second miracle was that rin spotted you in the midst of everything. grabbing sae's arm and pointing to you while you just give them a questioning look.

you looked just like shidou, same hair and same skin and even the same eyeliner. rin almost wanted to call you a bumbling antennae but he held back. he thinks it's good that even though you two look alike, your personalities are completely different.

the day was saved, with shidou having a pack of beer and you having a shiny new toy thanks to the itoshi brothers. apparently a "reward" for being so "calm".

[gutterprophet]

Possum @Gutterprophet is an obligate scavenger of the avian persuasion, superficially resembling a consumptive victorian maiden but more closely related to the American Black Vulture.

It was raised in captivity for use as a laboratory animal, but it escaped out the window one day and became a gutterpunk goat farmer & ecologist instead. Tragically it was struck down by various maladies both inherited and acquired, and thus retired to pursue an illustrious career in dying.

It blogs about its life, birds, illness, agriculture, poetry, Aradia Megido, and death. The organizational tagging system of its blog is available below.

(work in progress, because adding links is tedious)

#possum posts - my original posts

#possumcore - about me

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#ag tag - agriculture

#birdblogging - birds

#dogblogging - dogs

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#cripple tag - illness/disability

#cyborg tag - the intersection of disability and transhumanism, thoughts and feelings about disability and medical interventions to mitigate disability making me more than or less than human

#pain tag - chronic pain

#endblogging - terminal illness

#neurocognitive fuckshit tag - neurological + cognitive + psychiatric manifestations of illness

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#I met death and death wants me to live - my statistically improbable amount of near-death experiences and relationship to death as a concept while chronically dying and unable to stay dead

#death and all things and the vulture girl - my religious beliefs about death and self-identification as a psychopomp

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#walk to your death like a lover - my positive feelings about death and self-identification as a bride of death

#prophetics - prophets and prophecies

#the story is only a tragedy when gd loves you back - on being gd's best beloved

#jewish tag - Judaism

#cassandra - Cassandra

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#raised in captivity - my childhood & adolescence

#a little child with dirty nails and dirty hair and dirty things scrawled upon my mind - my childhood

#we were gods! we were kids - my adolescence

#the family ghost - family

#pasiphae - mother

#the bull of minos - father

#her brother the minotaur - Ariadne and the minotaur were siblings. She watched him grow up down there, alone in the dark, blood-smeared and bellowing. She stood outside the labyrinth holding her ball of thread and listened to Theseus kill him.

#hometown - the place I grew up

#an angel is a dead thing - the animal in captivity

#the herd of deer in the basement - this is a work of fiction, because you do not believe me

#proliferation of selves - dissociative identity disorder

#all that was left was a knife; a few small bones; and me with my big black wings - what it takes to have survived this (horror and grief)

#I grow wings and rage - what it takes to have survived this (celebration)

#runaway diaries - chronicle of my time as a homeless runaway

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#garden of earthly delights - And if your spirit carries within it the thorn that is heavier than lead-- if it's all you can do to keep on trudging-- there is still somewhere deep within you a beast shouting that the earth is exactly what it wanted. Each pond with its blazing lilies is a prayer heard and answered lavishly, every morning, whether or not you have ever dared to be happy, whether or not you have ever dared to pray.

#warmth - the feeling of syrupy golden sunlight and comfort and love and fullness and sleep

#I love you. I want us both to eat well. - my best friend commented once that almost all of my ideals boil down to wanting to have a table big enough for everyone to sit at and enough food to share with everyone who does. We spend too much of our lives hungry. I love you. I want to peel clementines for you. I want to make you soup.

#who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me? - recipes, photos of food, musings on food and cooking

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#inhuman tag - on not being a human person

#birdisms - on being a vulture

#changeling tag - on being a changeling

#deer is only prey when things have gone wrong - on being a prey animal

#I am fearfully and wonderfully made - on liking whatever it is that I am

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#aradia tag

#homestuck

#teen titans

#arcane

#the sparrow

#the locked tomb

#the magnus archives

#repo! the genetic opera

#hadestown

#the mountain goats

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#something happened to lisa - audio drama I've been not writing for six years, about two teenagers searching for their missing friend in small town Appalachia and getting tangled up with what is either a hidden society of fair folk lurking under the Virginia foothills or a sex trafficking operation with a schtick

#sin eater - novella I've been not writing for twelve years about a young adult vampire who reconnects with her childhood best friend and first crush, now working as a vampire hunter, and follows her through a series of sundown towns while trying to keep her true nature secret as long as possible. Themes of scrupulosity, shame, scapegoating and purity culture in evangelical america

#ferris wheel story - short story I've been not writing for nine years about the last two humans left alive decades after a global apocalypse and the slow awful decay of their isolated and hopeless relationship, until one finally kills the other

#waffle house story - novel I've been not writing for eight years about a gang of rowdy teen prophets road tripping across America to rescue and/or murder a god raised in captivity

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#good art - art I like

#the anatomy of gd - STEM fields

#letters to my younger self - things I would say to my younger self if I met her on the street

[nothing0fnothing]

If narcissistic abuse is abuse to support narcissistic delusion, what was your parents delusions when they abused you?

My Mother

My mums main delusions regarding how she'd justify abusing me were very "thoughtcrime" coded. She beleived that she knew what I was thinking and she wanted me to belive that she knew what I was thinking. She wanted me to feel like I didn't have any privacy even in my own thoughts. She started vocalising these delusions around the time the abuse turned physical on her part, when I was around 5 years old.

She was constantly telling me that she "knew" that I was thinking bad things about her, that she "knew" I believed her to be abusive and that she "knew" I pretended to love her on the surface but that secretly I hated her. She shared her beliefs with not just me, but other adults in her circle who were like her, that I was secretly manipulative and had intentions to sabotage her life. Obviously she didn't know shit, this was just her internal justification for why she was treating me in a way she knew no child should be treated.

My mother never shared her delusions with safe, sane adults who would question her intentions either. Only other adults with histories of abusing their children were privy to this belief system of hers.

Jane's Father.

In my time studying Psychology at college I spoke to a study candidate, Jane Doe about her experience with her parents. She told me that on match days her father would sit wordlessly at the television and work himself up into a silent rage. He'd do this until, loaded like a spring trap, one of her siblings would cross him and he'd snap, catching the unsuspecting child into a flurry of random abuse.

All it would take was a careless foot to kick the leather recliner he'd claimed for the day or an ill timed giggle to set him off and once he was off, that was it. Shouting, swearing hitting, kicking furniture. Mr Doe was like an unexploded bomb in Jane's memory of him and it was not hard to see why.

"So that was it?" I asked her when she'd finished her story. "He'd just go off at random and nobody knew why?"

"Oh we all knew why." Jane told me. "He thought we did it on purpose. That we all had no respect for him, so we would laugh and play specifically on Match Sunday just to piss him off."

It was equally relatable and ridiculous to me. A grown man perched for hours of a Sunday watching sports on the TV, quietly seething at the delusion that his kids had it out for him. Absurd.

Absurdity further confirmed when Jane told me about the big match day parties he'd host whenever the finals were on.

Jane's father would sit in his favourite leather sofa, surrounded by the other men of the family, being waited on by their wives while Jane and the other children were left unsupervised to eat sugar and fizzy pop till they were practically bouncing off the walls.

On these days the kids, hopped up on sugar and artificial food additives would scream and laugh and cry, running through the living room with abandon, too hyper to consider dad's emotions. They'd come tearing through the living room loudly, begging for sips of beer and cranking up loud toys. They'd rush in like a hurricane and out just as fast, leaving a mess of crumbs, wrappers and nerf bullets in their wake.

Logic would dictate that these were the worst days to be around Mr Doe right? That if a foot clipping his couch or a laugh from the next room was enough to have him explode on a regular Sunday, surely he was likely to go nuclear with these feckless kids causing a ruckus on the day of the final?

No. Actually, Jane told me Mr Doe didn't seethe or rage at all on these days. He wouldn't shout or hit or swear or even snap once. He wouldn't sit still in scary silence, as if waiting for an excuse to go off. He'd actually light up, become Mr Personality apparently. He'd bounce the little ones on his knees and return nerf fire when given a chance to join the game. It was like night and day. Why? Because Jane's father never actually beleived that the children were intentionally trying to ruin his match day.

It was a delusion he knew only existed to justify his abuse. He knew it then and he knows it now. When he was surrounded by people who didn't have these types of abuse justifying delusions, he couldn't engage in his own. He knew it isn't how other people treat their kids and see the world. He knew that expressing the delusion to people who didn't have their own would expose his own abuse, and he knew that his kids didn't only exist to ruin every Sunday for him. He was just abusive. There's no other explanation.

My Stepfather.

My stepfathers narcissistic delusion was firmly seated in ownership of his family. He felt he "owned" me by being married to my mother and the way he expressed that ownership was in violent physical abuse.

Generally he phrased the abuse as if it was a "punishment" but it really wasn't. He abused me to correct behaviour he encouraged a week before. He chose abuse to "punish" me for things that he knew weren't in my control. He chose abuse that was exceedingly violent and would refuse to seek medical attention when I needed it as a result of his choices.

There were times he wanted to use his perceived ownership of me to humiliate and control me. So he'd use physical threats to control when I got to shower or if I could get dressed before guests came. He'd do things like tear up homework or deny acsess to school uniform to impress upon me that his random whims came above the rules of the school I attended.

Like my mum only telling trusted confidants about her delusions, my step father would never tell the people I was supposed to be degraded and humiliated in front of why I was only I'm ratty house clothes and unshowered. When school called home and asked about the lack of uniform and homework he'd never say "actually my rule comes before yours and my kid needs to know it." Because he knew it was a delusion and an internal justification for abuse, not a line of logic consistent with reality.

Remember, narcissistic abusers aren't mentally ill in any way that's relevant to their abuse right? They're aware that the delusion exists only in their head to justify the way they treat their victims. They're not experiencing delusions that shape the way they see the world around them. They know the rest of the world isn't consistent with what they tell themselves they beleive. My parents are no exception.

My parents were full mask off at home. We kids got the privilege of seeings exactly what they thought and how it affected their behaviour. We got front row seats to them convincing themselves the absolutely batshit bananas things they insisted they believed and these weren't the only ones they had over the years. It always follows the same pattern though, its delusion to justify abuse, abuse to justify delusion. Just a chicken and the egg/ snake sucking it's own dick cycle of abuse and delusion.

And now you know it too!

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

[turtleybeachin]

Burnout in the Devildom: Beelzebub's Chapter

(re-post to share entire fic on tumblr)

Pairing: Beelzebub x GN MC Rating: G Word Count: 1.5k Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Platonic, Beel being too sweet for words, Food, other brothers mentioned in passing

You’ve been working hard in the Devildom. Classes are intense, especially when it feels like you’re having to play catch-up just to have basic understandings of things everyone else knows innately. Add to that living with seven avatars of sin who can’t go more than six hours without some sort of catastrophe, and somehow you’re always dragged into the middle of their chaos to sort things out and be their big sibling despite being the actual baby of the entire world?

You’re exhausted. The sort of exhaustion that does not just go away after a good night’s rest and an eye mask and a glass of human-world wine. The sort of exhaustion that starts sapping the life out of everything you do, everything you touch, until you feel like you’re just going through the motions and always one inconvenience away from a complete meltdown.

BEELZEBUB:

Your appetite has changed, and he's not the only one raiding the kitchen in the middle of the night now.

He doesn't say anything to his brothers, though, and when Levi throws a fit one morning that someone ate one of his limited edition collaboration snacks from the fridge, he apologizes sheepishly--

And glances to you with a soft little smile. He's used to taking the blame for his own appetite; he doesn't mind taking the blame for yours, too.

It'd be good to see you eating more (no matter how much you eat, he always worries it's not enough. Humans need lots of food to stay strong, right?) if you didn't seem to be a little off in other ways.

You haven't joined him for a workout in weeks, always busy with classwork or plans one of his brothers made with you. 

Or sometimes you're sleeping. You remind him of Belphie a bit, finding you on the couch in the common room, on the rug in the study, slumped over the table in the dining room, one time slumped against the wall in the hallway even.

Just like he does for his twin, he scoops you up and deposits you into your bed each time, making sure to adjust pillows and slip off your shoes and get you comfortable so you aren't sore the next day. 

It gets him thinking, though. What makes you great is that you're you! With you-appetite and you-sleep and you-stress. Not this version of you that seemed to be absorbing his family's worst habits and mannerisms, sleeping as much as Belphie and eating as much as him (but mostly sweets, or salty-spicy chips, never the vegetables) and slumped over your work like Lucifer.

And if it was just being busy, or just sleeping more, or just eating extra treats during the night, he'd probably not think anything of it. But all of that combined with hearing his brothers talk about you being off makes him worry. 

Belphie only shrugs and tells him that they can't force advice and help on someone who doesn't want it, and tells him not to worry so much. You're stronger than they think.

He doesn't want to force anything on you, but he does want to help. You were always helping everyone, and you deserve to have someone there to help you, too. That's what family does, after all.

You're a bit confused one evening as dinner approaches to have Beel come seek you out. Usually he's quick to get to the dining room, his appetite always raging. 

He shuffles his feet and grips his wrist in his hand and manages to look small despite standing over you as he asks if you'd join him for dinner.

... you're confused. You'd been on your way to dinner, Beel, presumably with him there as always...?

But no, he'd like you to join just him for a dinner in the garden. A picnic dinner. The weather's fairly warm tonight, he assures, but he has blankets Belphie let him borrow in case it might be a little cool for you, and he prepared all your favorite Devildom dishes with help from Lucifer, and Mammon picked up some pastries from Madame Scream's--

And it's such a thoughtful and sweet request, you couldn't possibly refuse him. 

Especially when your quiet acceptance and smile make him so quickly brighten in return, cheeks flushing and face splitting into a wide grin, shoulders dropping from their worried hunch as he reaches for your hand to lead you with him outside.

The picnic spot is prepared lovingly. There are blankets spread out already to protect you from the cool stones on the paved path, and you spot three of Belphie's "retired pillows" that have been dubbed Not Perfect For Naps but kept because they're still better than no pillow at all. There's a big basket, a Beel-sized basket, overflowing with some grazing offerings of fruits and vegetables and cheeses and bread, and you can see covered dishes peeking from within promising heartier fare. 

Beel fusses first over you, arranging a pillow to sit on and confirming it's okay, then gently draping a blanket over your shoulders to protect you from the whispering breezes, then draping a second blanket just over your lap because your legs and feet might catch a chill, and then he's kneeling at the basket to start to present everything he brought out for you both.

Your plate gets filled first, and it's filled, more than you can possibly eat. Because he wants to make sure you have plenty before his hunger has him tearing into what's left. Because as much as the yawning chasm of his gut always need more, your safety and happiness are more important. 

And these are your favorites. You're a little surprised, shooting him a crooked smile as he fills your plates and bowls precariously. You don't remember having mentioned some of these dishes, though they all certainly bring back fond memories that have your mouth watering.

He ducks his head down with a little grunt of acknowledgement, cheeks pink but expression earnest as he hands you your food. He knows because he's paid attention, MC. He's seen what dishes have made your eyes slip closed and your movements slow to savor, he's seen what bites have you wiggling in your seat in quiet delight, he's noticed what things make you go back for seconds and thirds. 

And for a bit, you eat in silence together. The food is delicious, and it is all your favorite things-- spicy and savory dishes, stews and hearty entrees, snacks and sweets perfect for nibbling. It's kind of nice to have a quiet meal, too; you love the brothers, and their chaos has its charm, but you'd nearly forgotten the simple mind-off joy of a quiet, leisurely meal.

You don't notice how Beel's attention is more on you than his own food, how he's relieved to see you nibbling a little of everything, until his voice breaks the tranquil noise of leaves rustling in wind. "We like to help, too."

He sets down his plate so he can give you his whole focus, and you match him. "It's really amazing how you look after all of us," he says, voice low and soothing. "You have a gift for healing. Not physical things, but inside. The way you see us, really see beyond our sins and you understand."

Your cheeks are warm in the cool air, and your fingers play with the blanket draped around you for a distraction from this sincere and unexpected flattery. But whether you crack a joke or change the subject or just sit quiet, Beel sees you too, and understands you. And he gives you that smile that makes everything melty.

"It's okay to need help sometimes, too. You're not going to disappoint us, or make us upset if you need time for yourself. You like to help us and make us happy because you love us, right? We love you, too. We want to help and make you happy in return."

Because he knows what it's like to feel that urge to always serve others, to always prove yourself, to make up for some imagined shortcoming by pushing yourself to never let anyone down ever again. But MC, please believe him when he says you have absolutely nothing to prove to anyone in this house, anyone in this family. 

You are loved.

It doesn't matter what you do or don't achieve, it doesn't matter whether you contribute or rest, there is no invisible scale weighing your worthiness. Exactly as you are, simply for existing and being yourself, you are loved.

He knows it can be tempting to pull away and want to face your problems alone, but you aren't alone. You're never alone. Even when you go back to the human world, and they might not be able to be at your side like now, you're not alone. You're always in their thoughts and their hearts, and they are only ever one call, one text, one spell away.

In the midst of the emotional storm Beel has thrown you into, he shifts closer to wrap you in a hug to ground you. As you let yourself go against his chest, you feel him lean a bit and one arm moves to the side and then up behind and over you. 

You smile to realize he's back to eating now that the important family talk is complete. And then you feel a soft plop on top of your head, and a quiet "oops".

As the big Avatar of Gluttony grooms you sheepishly, your laughter rings even within the house where six demons hear it and relax. And then whine and fuss that they're left out, and try to find a window to allow a peek, envious they don't get to be part of your fun. But the deal was to let you have some space, and much as they might hate it, they do it.

For you, they'll do anything. That's what family means.

[weebslawyer]

Some sort of Dottore fanfic/ oneshot ig

Dottore x fem reader

Warnings?: mention of abuse, mention of blood, suicide?

Words: 2487

You lived your entire life with your family, but in one night, after your father keep beating and abusing your mother she left, letting you and you siblings there. You still could not understand why she stayed with him, why she kept loving him, she was too smart and intelligent for him, she taught you everything you knew, and him, he was just a drunk. And obviously, because the circle would not break that easy, you and your brother where his next victims. Out of rage and too much alcohol, he let his dark side on both of you, but you keep staying there, trying to protect your younger siblings from a life like this. You question a lot of times why she didn't take all of you with her, or why, one night, when he was sleeping she didn't killed him. But a part of you knew why.

Your tears where already on your checks, while your father was beating you with cold blood like you were not even his daughter, that was the only thought in your mind. And that's how you got your vision.

After a while he was bored and tired of beating something that was not even able to show emotion after so much suffering. It was not satisfying for him at this point. He goes to his room, ending his day while you try to get up, clean yourself and make some food for your siblings.

"Here, eat something" you said trying to smile and stroking they hair

"Here, let me clean this" your brother said while he was cleaning a wound you couldn't see.

"Thank you" you said trying not to say something about how painful that was.

"I'm so sorry" he said hugging you.

"Just, leave me alone and put them to sleep"

He sigh and did what you told him to.

But this night, you had another idea. You where ready to end this once and for all. You put a cloth in your pocket and a knife in your sleeve and go to your father room. He was peacefully sleeping as he was not destroying the life of his kids. You take out the cloth and make a clew out of it and put it in his mouth trying to not wake him up, and then you take the knife and cut his throat in the same cold blood he was abusing all of you. You see him waking up and trying to scream but the cloth stopped him. You see his blood everywhere even on your dress. You back up and feel hitting someone. You look and you see your brother.

"I- I had to" you said looking at him, and then at your father.

"Run. Leave and never look back" he said checking if he's dead.

You run and hug him tight. "Take care of you" you said and the run in your siblings room and hug them too.

And then you ran. Run and run and run. As far as you could. The rain start and you had to stay somewhere, but where. Who would accept to let a random girl in their house, and covered in blood. No one. After a while you see a huge building in front of you and you spot a dry place. You sit there and pull your knees to your chest trying to warm yourself up, but you where too tired to stay awake.

You don't know how much time was passed from the moment you fell asleep and now. You woke up in what was supposed to be a hospital room but something was off, and you knew it. You had a different dress and you where clean, your hair in a nice braid.

"Someone woke up" you heard someone laughing

You turn around and see a men with light green hair and a mask. You look at him how he gets closer to you.

"Oh dear, your not going to say anything? Not every day I found a girl sleeping outside my lab" he said with a smile on his face

You stay silent.

"Not very talkative are we" he said caressing your hair

And once again you don't say anything.

"You're not scared of me. Interesting. Such an interesting specimen. Or maybe" he gets a little bit too close "You don't know who I am" he smiled.

You look at him and you where not sure if he's going to kill you or not. Or at least not now.

You see a servant or assistant, you couldn't tell, bringing you a plate with food. You where hungry and you couldn't tell until now.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes" you said looking after the food

"Ok. Then eat something" he said telling the assistant to let the food somewhere.

He stayed there while you where eating, asking you a bunch of questions, but you said nothing.

"At least you can say something beside 'yes' and I hope 'no'?" he asked.

"Yes" you said finishing your food

You hear him starting to laugh, a little bit to much. And you find out he has such a nice laugh.

"Let's call it the day" he said leaving.

The next day was the same. The following day too.

And today was the same, but he also tried to force you to answer.

"Can we skip to the part where you just kill me?" you asked looking at him.

"Why? You can take a little bit of pain?" he smiled taking your hand in his

"You know, if I wanted to be beaten up and tortured I would have just stayed home and maybe my siblings would still have a parent if you can call him that. So yeah, I can take more then this but I’m just so so so tired"

"So you can speak more then a few words  huh" he said letting you go "So, the blood on your dress was from you father. The same father you killed. So now, you are a villain, just like me"

"I'm not a villain or maybe I am, at least for my brother and younger siblings" you said laughing and then bursting into tears

"I'm almost sorry you know" he said carrying you to your bed "But I think I'll keep you here"

"Why?" you asked “ I was not joking about you killing me you know”

"For fun I guess and I know, but I have all the time in the world" he said and after looking at you, he left.

And that was just the start. He didn't let you out often, and when he did, he send you after materials for his experiments. He taught you the things he knew and how to do things, even tho you weren't too talkative when his employees where around. He even give you your own room. And the weird thing is that, sometimes, you can hear him coming into your room and falling asleep next to you, but when the day comes he always left. You weren't sure want to believe, I mean, he was the bad guy after all, you say him killing people, but he was never like that too you, except that one moment.

That's how 3 years has passed, sometimes you wonder how are your siblings living, if they are still alive or if they have what to eat or how they look. Probably they changed a little or even more then you expect. You missed them and that was no mystery for you. You where at you balcony, the one from your dorm. And you where looking outside, looking at the people and still questioning how Dottore just blend in his lab as an almost normal building. He also jokes around how you are the princess in his castle, but that's another story.

As you where looking outside, you see a familiar face, or at least that's what you think. So you decide to follow it. You try to get out without anyone seeing you. You try to look after that person again and wow, the world look so different from what you where used to then on those days when Dottore let you out.

You feel someone dragging you on some alley and then hugs you.

"Y/n" he said looking at you

"Theo" you said hugging your brother back "Are you ok? The rest are ok? Please tell me all of you are fine" you said with tears in your eyes.

"We are. Thanks to you we are" he said hugging you again and start telling you about their life.

"I'm so happy you can leave the life mom would love you to have"

"Yes, but we have this life because of you. And we really miss you" he said letting a long sigh out.

"I would love to see all of you one day"

"Come now" he said

"I can't. I have to go back before someone notice I'm missing"

"Ok, then let's meet again in 10 days" he said and he tells you their address.

And then you go back and go straight in your room.

After some time you decide to take a bath, thinking about this day and happy your brothers are fine and most important alive. You make some bubbles and then you go inside the bathtub enjoying the hot water. You hear the door on your bathroom smashing to the wall and you see a very angry Dottore.

"You went out" he said taking his clothes of

"I can explain" you said looking at him

"You can explain? I really hope you can little bird because I asked you one thing, to not go out without telling me and without letting you go" he said taking your hand without realizing he lift you out of the water letting your naked body exposed.

"Dottore!" you shout at him putting yourself back in the water covering yourself "At least get out and let me get dress" you look at him and he was in the same position, blushing, or at least that's what you think it was

"I- Alright, but it better don't take too much" he said giving you intimacy.

You get dress with one of the nightgown he bought you. You see him having open some of the buttons of his shirt and walking around your room.

"I'm waiting" he said stopping and turning to you

"Right. So, um, I don't know what to say actually" you said

"You don't know what to say?" he asked getting closer to you "How about we start with who the fuck was the guy you were hugging on that alley, huh? It might be a start don't you think"

"The guy who hugged me?" you start laughing after you realize what he meant "Are you jealous?"

"You laughing girl? Is that funny for you?" he said putting a hand around your waist pulling you closer to him "Who. Is. He."

"He is.. My brother Dottore. He's my brother. I left because I thought I saw someone who looked like him and I got curious and I was right" you said while playing with his hair and the closing the buttons of his shirt.

He take and kiss your hand "Good, I hope you're not lying little bird"

"I would never lie to you, and we both know that"

"Right" he said kissing your forehead, surprising both of you.

"Also, if I'm allowed, I want to see them. He invited me to go and have dinner with them in like 10 days"

"You can go" he said taking his coat "Now go to sleep" he said leaving.

"Thank you" you said a little bit sad "I didn't want you to leave" you said to yourself hugging a pillow.

You tried and tried to sleep but you couldn't. So you decide to pay Dottore a visit. You get out of your room and go to his room and knock.

"Yes" he said

"Hi" you said entering his room and it was just an extension of his lab and a bed randomly put there

"What do you want?" he asked finally looking at you

"I- Nothing. Probably I should leave. I'm sorry if I interrupted something" you said

"Stay" he said getting up

"Are you sure?"

"Yes" he said closing the door behind you

You smiled and look around his room like a curious child and to your shook he start explaining to you everything you see. It was such a different side of how he usually is.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes but I don't promise I'll answer"

"What if someone will try to stop you? I mean, you go after an archon"

"Then, they will die in process" he said caressing your hair "But don't worry"

"How am I supposed to not worry?"

"I will not die so easily little bird. At least not when I know I have you here"

"I hope we both remember you basically kept me here as an hostage"

He laugh "I know, but you had the freedom an hostage doesn't have"

"You're right and I want to thank you for that"

"Don't. I don't even know why I was like that or maybe I do"

"Maybe you do, maybe is the same reason why you came in my room and sleep with me and when the sun rise you leave. It's pretty frustrating when the guy you like act like that"

"How did you know?"

"You think I don't hear you? Or feel you close to me?" you asked putting you hands around him

"Maybe you're right" he said kissing you "You are not as stupid as I thought you are"

"Thank you?" you laugh and kiss him again to his surprise

"Listen little bird, I am a villain" he said lifting your chin "But I'll never be a villain to you"

"Is that a confession?" you smiled

"Probably it is" he kissed your forehead "Now you probably should sleep"

"Only if you stay with me" you said while going in his bed

"Fine" he said taking off his shirt and coming next to you

You stare at him and try not to blush to much.

"You're staring" he said hugging you

"It's not like I see you like that every day" you said putting your head on his chest

"Right" he said kissing you one more time

After you fall asleep, he take his mask off, and go to sleep too.

The next day you woke up in his arms. You turn around and look at him seeing his without his mask. You smiled and see him waking up, and for the first time you see his beautiful eyes.

He smiles and bury his head in your chest "Morning" he said in his morning voice

"Morning love" you said stroking his hair

And that was the beginning of something that might be beautiful.

[curatoroffiction]

Hard To Love Part 2

Part 1 is here; https://www.tumblr.com/curatoroffiction/704436506810613760/hard-to-love?source=share After writing the angel encounter, I wanted to imagine the soothing love that would come when the brothers found out, so here’s that. This one’s much more vague on the source of the rift in the family, focusing entirely on MC’s pain from being cast out from their family, and the parallels with their own Fall From Grace. I hope if ya’ll are feeling hard to love because of your families, that this can be a little bit of a comfort. ----- When he came to pick you up, he was expecting rage, or anger, or any of the other typical emotions that he's come to expect from family functions blowing up.

What Satan didn't expect was to find you in tears.

He'd followed your directions to the letter; Reach the end of the street from your house and text you that he was there. You arrived, huddled in your jacket, hands shoved into your pockets bare, clutching your phone to yourself as you just needed to get out of that house.

The tears that burned your skin in the cold were nothing compared to seeing the way he looked at you. He tugged you in close and murmured that you were safe now, and you were allowed to cry as long as you needed to. What you didn't see was how he stared down the darkness of the road leading to your house, and how he silently cursed those who would ever cause you this much grief.

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Arriving at the House of Lamentation, you're more.. shellshocked. You told Satan everything on the way home. How your family reminded you with every little notion that you were hard to love. How you tried to salvage your relationships with your siblings, only to get that same burning sting as they repeated your parent's words back at you. How you were afraid of what this would mean for the future of your family.

How you were afraid that your nieces and nephews would learn that same hatred from the people who were supposed to have your back.

Would your family ever accept you? Would they ever just.. learn how to respect you as an equal?

You didn't know.

Which is why it hurt so badly.

Lost in your thoughts, you don't even really hear Mammon as he addresses you. When he doesn't get a response, he spits a gripe in your direction, only for Satan to shut him down immediately as a way of showing him you're in pain. When Mammon realizes you're in pain, he drops everything - Much to Asmodeus' chagrin. The two were working on dinner when Mammon comes to protectively hold you and get loud, practically becoming a live beacon that summons all the other brothers to your side as they start to wonder what's going on.

Beelzebub and Belphegor feel a familiar sting in your eyes, the way you gloss over at the mention of your own family, it reminds them of something so eerily similar.. And because of that, they both can't help but to bring you as much comfort as they can. Beelzebub brings you your favorite snacks and drinks from the kitchen as Belphegor starts building a sadness nest in the living room.

Leviathan came out of his room to yell at Mammon for being so loud, but upon seeing you in so much pain, immediately comes to distract you with merch from the shows and games you both share a love for. He'd bought you some gifts because of the human realm connections between wintertimes and gift-giving, so he starts showering you with the comfort of gifts as he attempts to soothe you.

Asmodeus even stops his work in the kitchen to find out what all the fuss is, and when he finds your eyes puffy with tears, he immediately begins to coo and carefully tend to you. He takes you from Satan to address your physical needs and help you find comfort. You might not be able to take care of yourself right now, but he'll take care of all of that for you. He and Levi take you upstairs to draw you a bath, followed in tow by Beelzebub who is absolutely certain that you need to eat and drink good food right now.

Mammon actually quiets down as his brothers pour in to help you. It seems he got loud on purpose so the others could take care of you. He turns to Satan. "What the fuck happened?"

".. Their family rejected them. Said they were too hard to love."

The demon looks bewildered in shock. "Why the fuck would they do that?!"

"Something about a difference of opinions in human beliefs. I'll be honest, seeing them like that, it's been taking everything inside of me not to run back to that house and give them an earful of my opinion on their fucking beliefs." Satan's facade of calm starts to crack now that you're gone, and Mammon sighs, racking his head for a way to solve this. His human is in pain, and there's gotta be a way to solve that, right?

---

Lucifer catches a glimpse of you in the hall, huddled by his brothers all comforting you in their own ways. He realizes that you're being tended to, so he gives you just a passing stare as you and the huddle of his brothers disappear into Asmodeus' room. Belphegor is lagging behind with some pillows, which Lucifer stops to ask what's going on. Belphegor says Satan knows more, and disappears into the room after you all.

Lucifer heads downstairs.

He had hoped to never see that look on your face.

The look of someone who'd just been rejected by their home, rejected by their family...

The look of someone who'd just been cast out.

Having seen every one of his brothers in a similar state after The Fall, he hoped he'd never see another person he loved in this much pain.

---

"Humans really are stupid." Mammon openly gripes, scritching his head. Him and Satan can't figure a way to help you outside of going to your house and beating the crap out of anyone that made you cry, so when Lucifer arrives, he breathes a sigh of relief. Finally, someone who might be able to keep a cool head through this and help you.

"I want answers." Lucifer glares at Mammon and Satan scoffs;

"Ask ___'s family. Seems they think they're purposefully creating a rift in their own family by just being themselves."

Lucifer's heart sinks. His gut was right.

By every sense of the word, you'd been cast out too.

"..."

All three men stand in a small triangle, unsure of what to do.

Mammon looks up to Lucifer; "Can we help 'em fix the rift? Like they did ours?"

"Not likely." Satan again scoffs. "Ours were from a lack of communication. ___'s tried communicating from every angle with those ingrates. In every sense of the word, they've been patient in ways that even I struggle with. Anything else would just be forcing them through more suffering, and for what? For their family to reject them all over again? Fuck that."

"..." Mammon's brow knits together in thought.

Lucifer, however, already has a solution. "We've been through this before, Mammon. ___ is hurting and has just been cast out. We'll let them find their own methods for soothing, and do our bests to help them grieve the pain."

"... Sure is similar to that, huh." Mammon's eyes get soft, remembering their own fall from the graces of their own family.

".. Yes, I'd say so."

"They got a room to stay in, they got clothes, they got good- AH FUCK THE FOOD" Mammon rushes towards the kitchen to make sure you have good food tonight. Lucifer and Satan both go over the other possible needs you might have, which actually gives Satan a glimpse into what it was like for Lucifer to tend to all the other 5 after the fall.

---

All seven demons find themselves fiercely protective of you tonight, doing their bests to make sure that you're comfortable. They listen as you talk about your family, oftentimes giving their own snarky gripes as you tell your side of the story, never once letting you think that telling them the story causes their love for you to falter in any way. And yet, they each have their own connection to the feeling of the grief of loving the people who cast you out, and the unique pain it causes to love and respect people who don’t give you that same love and respect.

They know what it means to be cast out from your home and your family, and they won't leave your side until they know that you're on the path to healing.

After all, you helped them overcome so much..

You're family to them, and they’d fight the three realms before they ever let you feel anything less than loved.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

hai :3 kenji or ritsu?

kenji

first impression: ohhh gosh lucien dodge is his va... nothing against lucien dodge, he just voices m*hito so like... what will this kid be like... (i just have such an intense hatred for m*hito lol)

impression now: oH MY GOD HE IS LITERALLY THE BABIEST BOY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE IS SO SO SO SPECIAL TO ME I WOULD PROTECT HIM WITH MY LIFE GO BACK TO KENJI AND TECCHOU I WANNA SEE THEM wORKING TOGETHER TO FIND JOUNO OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE IS SO SPECIAL TO ME AND IS SUCH A COMPLEX CHARACTER I WISH HE GOT MORE SCREEN TIME AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

favorite moment: ijhgfcghjkoijhgf this is SO HARD bc like. they're all my favorite moments. ummm but i think i just really love the fight between kenji and tecchou and how kenji didn't even HESITATE to offer his help to tecchou and then when he went into rage mode??? oh my god CHILLS I LOVE HIM!!! and just his whole backstory GOD. i also love in s3 when he's with jun and yosano and they're heading into the pm headquarters and he's just getting HIT by SO MANY bullets and just goes "owowoowowo that really stings :(" oh bby boy you are so silly wAIT ALSO THE SCENE WHEN HE'S LIKE TELLING THEM THE STORY ABOUT THE TEN YEAR HARVEST!!! AND HOW HE GOT FOOD FOR EVERYONE BUT SAID HE COULDN'T EAT ANY OF IT BC OF HIS ABILITY :(

idea for a story: GOD I HAVE SO MANY??? most of my fics include kenji oops- anyways i want to write another 5+1 (ik... dangerous...) where it's like... 5 times kenji befriended an enemy (or someone who very much so is like "i'm not here to make friends") and one time they befriended him something like that just to like. explore how kenji makes friends and his inherent kindness and how impactful it is ough

unpopular opinion: he's a relevant character and should be in the show/manga more- ummm i mean... i think his ability is lowkey one of the most tragic and should be explored so much more? and i suppose it isn't fair to talk about abilities like who's is the most tragic bc that's not fair and you shouldn't compare, but his also just hits hard bc he's so YOUNG and i feel like people ignore his ability a lot bc he's the happy one and there are so many other characters we like more. also. kyouka and kenji are Not in love lol

favorite relationship: all of these are non-romantic! kenji and jun'ichiro!!! THEY ARE SIBLINGS!!! i demand that jun adopt kenji as his brother (and kyouka as his sister lol). but also kunikida and kenji bc there is NO WAY they would be like "okay kyouka is a child so she needs to room with someone but uhhh kenji yeah go live by yourself that's fine" especially when he's never really been around technology before and canonically doesn't really know how phones work super well (there's that lil drawing of fukuzawa showing him how to use the phone), so he lives with kunikida and they have a close bond bc of that <333 also kenji and tecchou for Obvious reasons lol

favorite headcanon: kenji with ts!!! if i have to have ts, so does kenji, sorry bby at least you aren't alone tho! i gave it to higuchi too!!! n e ways. also he has sleeping and eating troubles due to his ability and also that he lives with kunikida <333 oh and that he eats tomatoes and onions like apples <333

ritsu

first impression: oooooooough max mittelman is his va!!! haha what if ritsu is my favorite just for that? and then grace gave me a Look like do Not. and then grace telling me: "ritsu might be your favorite, he has an inferiority complex" and then it was suddenly. oh no.

impression now: i'VE BEEN REBORN AS A FOOL!!! BEST BOY!!! HE IS SO SILLY BUT DOESN'T KNOW IT!!! HE IS SO THIRTEEN!!! HE MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!! HE HAS A MASSIVE GULIT COMPLEX AND BBY GURL THAT IS SO RELATABLE SOMEONE HUG HIM AND TELL HIM THAT IT'S OKAY AND THAT HE'S ALLOWED TO MAKE MISTAKES AND NO ONE HATES HIM FOR IT!!! *TEARS MY HAIR OUT AND SCREAM* *CRIES OVER THE OFFICIAL ART OF RITSU WITH TWO SPOONS IN HIS POCKET*

favorite moment: i think we all know. the "suffering... and more suffering" or, as they say it in the stage play: "pain... deep pain". aka, the cactus scene!!! i lhave literally written analyses about that scene in both the manga, anime, and stage play. but like also "i've been reborn as a fool" and also "dimPLEEEEEEE IT WON'T BEND!!! ;-;" oh bby boy oh honey ilysm

idea for a story: i wanna write another oneshot about ritsu and gulit, but different from the other one i wrote. i kind of want to like... idk i have Such a good ritsu-fic title ("the tiniest life boat full of people i know") about him during the big clean-up arc. i also have a oneshot started that's about ritsu with ts and the incident that made him suppress to the point where no one actually knows that he Has ts until shige just offhandedly mentions it and everyone is ??? and then they intervene and are like bestie you are Hurting yourself... stop suppressing

unpopular opinion: lol i ship riteru more than ritshou although ritsu has grown on me more

favorite relationship: see this one is so unfair bc like... ritsu & shige bc complex sibling relationship, but then also ritsu & reigen bc they are actually super similar and despise each other for it, but then ritsu & teru bc like... look at they!!! they are so silly!!! and then ritsu & shou is also a great dynamic bc it's shou helping ritsu be more free and being super honest with him and ritsu helping shou deal with his emotions

favorite headcanon: ts ritsu!!! but also that ritsu has an immense guilt complex and that during and after the big clean-up, all he wanted was for someone to tell him that he was a bad person. and also he suppresses his tics hardcore to the point that nobody knows he has ts and also that he likes the sensation of falling🥰

[murdcrofcrows]

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full name: rafferty desmond o'shea nicknames: rafe, mayhem, ireland gender / pronouns: cis male, he/him age & birthday: 31, October 18th occupation: underground fighter, professional poker player affiliation: hanging man, soldier orientation & status: pansexual kinsey scale - 4, the ash ketchum of hoes strengths: strategic, observant, resilient weaknesses: aggressive, jealous, oversensitive

diving deeper -

*     ◟    :    〔   barry keoghan  ,      cis man    +   he/him    〕      RAFFERTY ‘RAFE’ O’SHEA ,      some say you’re a  THIRTY ONE YEAR OLD  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  ANALYTICAL  and  OVERSENSITIVE,  one can’t help but think of  GLITTER & GOLD  by   BARNS COURTNEY  when you walk by.    are you still a    SOLDIER / UNDERGROUND FIGHTER & PROFESSIONAL POKER PLAYER at  HANGING MAN / RALPH’S  BOXING GYM, OLD WORLD CASINO,     even with your reputation as the EMOTIONAL BRUISER?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and    A STUTTER THAT SHINES THROUGH AT THE WORST OF TIMES, IRISH MIXED WITH A NYC ACCENT, STUDIOUS BLUE EYES DARTING AROUND THE ROOM,    although we can’t help but think of MICKEY MILKOVICH (SHAMELESS), NATHAN YOUNG (MISFITS), ARM (CALM WITH HORSES), LANDO CALRISSIAN (SOLO)    whenever we see you down these rainy streets.     

BACKGROUND.

tw: abuse, neglect, violence, gore

born in a limerick prison to a drug addicted sex worker, rafferty o'shea was fated to walk the wrong path from the start. desmond o'shea, his father, high up in an old and known criminal organization which he achieved during his despicable involvement with the ira. by the time the prison guards handed rafferty over to him, the o'shea name was well known throughout not only ireland but the united kingdom in general.

as notorious as their name was, one would assume that they had money but rafe and his siblings never got any benefit from it if they did. they lived in a house that should have been condemned years before rafe or any of his assorted siblings came to live there. his mother was non-existent, or any mother figure for that matter, all his siblings related to him by his father alone. their bond was curated out of survival, often breaking by throwing one another under a bus if it meant the chance to get ahead.

money for food gave whatever woman he was seeing or supervising adult ( that rarely supervised any of them) at the time rarely made it into the kitchen. they were expected to eat what was there, or find some other way to feed themselves. It was a damn miracle any of them survived at all but somehow they managed. once they were old enough for school, they had a system down and were already involved in the family business in one way or another.

needless to say the volatile environment taught him little in the way of nurture or love. what he did learn was: don't talk to anyone in the government, never allow yourself to be perceived as weak, and do what your father says. that last one being clear because it you disobeyed you were sure to feel it for at least a day. even if you didn't, particularly in rafe's case who made a point to always take the brunt of their father's physical anger.

rafe became numb and cold on the outside, his emotions and feelings remained plenty but bottled. the pain was expressed in other ways; usually through picking fights, random acts of violence, and developing strategies to get him ahead of the game. later it meant parties, consuming substances to drown the demons or relief in the form of a little numbness. find some sources of pleasure in his life which only ever seemed to be chaotic, dark hell.

it was not long after his eighteenth birthday that enough was enough. the last time him and desmond got into it. in a series of events, rafe was set to lose twice in a week to ultimately make his father more money and a new contact on occasion. for whatever reason this was the moment his rage and rebellion hit a peak and in the fifth round he did not fall down. when his father met in the locker room after, rafe stilled at first, as per usual prepared to sustain the wrath of the patriarch. somewhere amidst desmond's hands around his throat, rafe snapped. he head butted the other man and brought him to the ground in less than a minute. rafe didn't stop until he was pulled off. the only way he knew the piece of shit was still alive was by the gurgling and sputtering of blood he witnessed being dragged from the room.

after that he was told it was best he got out of limerick, the country even, unless he was prepared for the retaliation. rafe had no reason to stay and a few poker contacts told him about the environment in new york city. a burning pile of trash would've been better than his supposed home so off he went

in his new environment, rafe thrived. he'd found a new organization to serve. more of a family than anything he'd known. the opponents were plentiful in both the ring and the casino. this place may seem like hell to some but rafferty o'shea has made it his playground. he'd always been happier in hell anyways.

QUICK CONNECTIONS.

opponents

rival poker players

casual affairs

hanging man friends, foes, partners in crime

exes

family (cousins and such)

those who knew him in ireland

victims

HEADCANONS.

coming soon

[alextheavoidant]

I posted this as a reply to someone on YouTube under a video about the 8 Passengers situation. Thought I'd share it here because why not.

I feel like I should put a trigger warning here as this post discusses child abuse, but now that I think of it my whole blog probably needs a trigger warning...

Post:

I was also badly abused growing up and this is something I'm just now starting to come to terms with. My parents were divorced when I was five and my father claims he tried to get custody of my siblings and I, but the truth is he didn't want to be a single father and having three little kids to take care of would have gotten in the way of his drinking and partying lifestyle. I never knew my mothers side of the family because she's pretty much been estranged from them since before I was born. But I remember when my sister died from a drug overdose the whole side of my dads family were suddenly so sad about what we went through growing up and would say things like "We tried to give you some sense of normalcy. We always invited you to Christmas and the holidays." As if they were doing us some kind of favor for letting us come to family gatherings.

The worst part is I didn't have to wonder if they knew. I knew they knew because I remember being very vocal about what was happening to us our entire childhood. But every time I tried to tell someone it seemed like they would either turn away and pretend they didn't hear me or make some kind of joke like "Oh yeah, that's your mother. She's crazy. Ha ha ha." or a dismissive "Well, she's the only mother you're ever gonna have, so you gotta love her." or what I feel is one of the most damaging things you can put in an abused child's mind, "I know it may not seem like it, but she loves you in her own way." No one seemed to be worried back then.

The other worst part is instead of being understanding about the ways the abuse has effected us and maybe trying to help us get our lives together, these same people who turned a blind eye to it now have the audacity to judge us for not being "successful", their definition of success being having a great career, lots of money, nice house, nice car, nice marriage with three perfectly behaved, straight A students. We're supposed to be perfect like all of them pretend to be. Just supposed to magically not be affected by any of the abuse and neglect we suffered growing up so that they can pretend it never happened so they don't have to feel guilty about the fact that they knew we were living in a house with a raging alcoholic without food and clean clothes half the time and they did nothing about it. It wasn't *their* responsibility to protect us. Now that we're adults its *our* responsibility to fix ourselves and stop "playing innocent", blaming the family and making them look bad. The only reason we can't is obviously because we're just too inherently defective. Because of course we are. We're "just like our mother". We have her genes. And the kicker? I'm constantly told to "rise above my raising" while also being told I'm "screwing up" my niece because I can't afford to take her out to eat all the time and shit like that. Literal mind fuck.

And yet, the most bizarre part is, the more progress I make in my recovery, as I have been diagnosed with several mental health issues including a severe anxiety disorder (AvPD), the harder and harder they seem to want to come down on me. Like it's not enough that I've spent years in therapy trying to get my life straight, that I'm raising AND homeschooling my sisters child, whom she abandoned long before she passed away. It's not enough just that I survived that hell and I'm still here and I'm not an addict or in jail or on the street. I'm just not getting better fast enough, and that annoys them. They don't want to hear about my recovery because they don't want to acknowledge how fucked up I actually am, and how much work its taking to even try to achieve some sense of normalcy, let alone have a "successful" life and career, according to their standards. My very existence is a stain on the security blanket of lies they wrap themselves up in so they can sleep at night. And they really don't like that.

[corneliathegreat]

Stomach's n life presents: 🥞Upset for what?🧇 Pt1?

• ▪︎Z&F▪︎

Warning: Zee was drugged but definitely not r8ped. And he forcibly gets pleasure out of it. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please turn back. There are also mentions of scientists and experiments, but no one is harmed

Zee landed on his shared bed, with a groan. Having a sibling was such pain. Especially, when she's a crazy, mad scientist. (Well, he is too, but...) Normally, he doesn't mind her, cause they keep their distance. But, this morning, she practically dragged him and Faith to breakfast. At her house. Eating food she made.

• Leah's known for having hidden motives in her good deeds, so he was pretty suspicious. Luckily, they left feeling fine. But, he couldn't help but feel like the trick was taking its time to reveal itself. Eh, if there is, he's ready to pick up Faith from work at anymore.

• Zee laid down on the couch with a yawn. It's been 4 hours since breakfast and his wife hasn't called once. Thank goodness, Leah didn't do anything to her. Otherwise, she was she getting locked in a chokehold. He looked over at the clock. He had 2 hours left until Faith came home.

• Well, now was a good to get a nap. Especially, since he ate lunch already. Slowly, he closed his eyes and settled in. Time to dream about coyotes again.

• GrrRrroowwlll...

• He opened his eyes and looked down. That was odd. It's been an hour and a half since he last ate. Is he still digesting?

• RrRRRrrggg...

• The scientist raised up, now touching his stomach.

• "What the-"

• GGGGRRRLLL~!

• "Ouch..."

• His stomach cramped making him gasp. Damn. Was it the leftovers? His intestines rumbled again, this time nearly vibrating.

• RrrrRrrr...burrrblll~!

• Zee oddly shivered after that growl. That... was weird. He hates stomach aches. So why did that feel kinda good-?

• UrRrr... Urrrrggg...!

• His breath hitched. Suddenly, he found himself pressed on his pillows panting. Each gurgle and squelch, sent shivers through his body. He didn't know what to think, until he something rang in his head.

• Faith, you gotta try this. -Leah

• It's my new pancake recipe. -Leah

• ...Okay then. -Faith

• Annnd, I'll take that. -Zee

• What the- Zee! -Leah

• What? I'm starving. -Zee

• That brat! How dare she try to poison his wife with her...aphrodisiac pancakes! He's glad he got drugged instead of her, but what was he gonna do? His stomach was going crazy and it was turning him on. Maybe he could-

• His stomach suddenly lurched, making it grumble profusely. Although it did feel good, the scientist ignored the pleasure. Something made it jump like that. He quickly poked around his toned stomach, but felt nothing. The intruder must've hated it, since it raced around the inner lining of his organ.

• GrrRrrmm... Grrroooalll~!

• "Nng...!"

• Zee held back the love sound, not wanting to give into the odd feeling. His stomach continued to rage loudly under his palm. He nearly gave in, when he felt a tiny bump. Ah! He almost forgot the the mystery he had to crack. He shakily got off the bed and looked around for his work bag. His tummy growled loudly, not liking the new movement.

• "Hngh...! Will you shut up?"

• He groaned, unintentionally rubbing the complaining body part. He couldn't think like this. All this pleasure and noise, it was so irritating. Where was the visual stethoscope again?

• BURRRRBLLLL~!

• Zee groaned loudly as his guts thrashed about. He fell down on his side, nails sinking into abdomen. Is this how he was gonna get off? From a dumb erotic stomach ache, that was inflicted on him by Leah? Another gurgle shook his guts, forcing him to whine. Yep, this was how. Gas began to bubble up in his stomach.

• Grrrgg...

• Crap, this was gonna be big.

• GrrURRRglll~!

• Shit.

• Urrr...URK~!

• Shit!

• Right before it erupted, the bedroom door opened.

• "Sweetie, I'm back."

• Zee shot up.

• "Faith, your back alrea-?"

• GRRGGRRRRROWWLLL~!

• Both adults went silent as his belly dragged the out the sound. Despite pleasure tickling his DNA, the ginger barely felt it. How was he gonna this?

• "Umm..."

• He thought carefully.

• "Breakfast isn't agreeing with me."

• Grrrgg...RrrRRRrrr...!

• "Mmm, you might have to go to the doctor's."

• Faith said in her usual calm manner. She place the cold end of the stethoscope higher on Zee's abdomen. It only rumbled slightly.

• rrrrrr...

• "So, it's quieter up here."

• She pulled the doctor tool off and began to fix up her ponytail.

• "That's a pity breakfast didn't sit well with you."

• "It tasted good."

• The ginger nodded. Who cares about his guts? He just wish he caught on to his sister's shenanigans earlier. Then Faith wouldn't have to be subjected to his growling intestines!

• "Do you want me to call Doctor Khan?"

• Huh?

• "No!

• "I mean-,"

• He thought quickly.

• "Nah, this'll blow over."

• The dark haired woman nodded and kissed her husband's hand.

• "You need me to get you anything?"

• Zee shook his head.

• "I'll be fine babe."

• Maybe he will. He still hasn't discovered the cause yet. Faith stood up and kissed him on the cheek.

• "I'm gonna take a nap, wake me if you need anything."

• "Kay"

• The moment she was out the door, Zee let out a long groan. It was so hard keeping it together with all the shifting and twisting going on inside. But, he couldn't reel for long, he still had work to do. He hopped on the bed and turned on his computer.

• The scientist yanked off the stem of the stethoscope, revealing a plug underneath. It was plugged in and he clicked it's recent audio. Sick growls replayed on the computer, making Zee cringe. Man, those came outta him.

• Grrgggllll~! Rrr...

• Zee looked down. His stomach was growling back!? Gross. He attempted to go back to his search, but his insides continued to rumble. This time, the uninvited guest jumped around.

• Grrrummmmble~!

• "Ngh!"

• He hated how tingly this was making him feel. With one hand still on his upset stomach, he typed away on his PC. The device analyzed the audio, looking for the possible experiments that could tumble insides. The intruder squirmed more, making Zee twitch and his stomach churn.

• Grrwwwlll...! Grrr~!

• Luckily, the computer chimed. Finally, the ginger could focus on something else.

• Tummy worm: Invention 128. Created by Leah Hansen. This little guy is made to upset tummies, but can also introduce you to a new kink. You'd be surprised how good squirming in the stomach can feel. And don't run to the doctor's. It digest naturally in 3 hours.

• 3 hours!? Leave it to Leah to make the world's most USELESS invention. This is probably a new creation she needed a guinea pig for. Whatever. It's already been like...1 hour since it started. He can wait it out. Maybe even ask Faith for some "special" help. He leaned back in his chair, hands planted on his stomach. The worm began thrashing around again, making his abs tighten.

• GrrURRRglll~!

• GrrrOOOgglll...Urrr...!

• He sighed. He is gonna get her back so hard.

• RrRRRrrggg~!

• And it's gonna be LAXATIVE.

This one was DEFINITELY outta my normal writing range. But...I kinda liked it. I might make a sequel. Maybe, Faith will "comfort" Zee😏 Dunno.

(Thank @ymmyomm again! I love these banners)