#this is kinda motion sickness coded

[romeavecryst]

Crybaby ˖ ࣪⊹

K. TSUKISHIMA x Fem!reader ˖ ࣪⊹

Sum: Kei hated it how easily he let the team get to his head. What did they know, she was his crybaby after all.

Warnings: none, fluff, crybaby coded reader, kei being love sick, occ kei(kinda)!not proofread Tho reader is blk coded I hope everyone enjoys!

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It was wierd the team thought as they watched their middle blocker standing in front of a girl with a tear stained face. Of course their first thought is he made her cry, but that was not the case. They couldn’t help but watch as this happened multiple times before practice until Kageyama said something.

“Who’s that crybaby you stand with after practice?” He asked making Tsukishima stop tying his shoe immediately glaring up at the setter.

“Yeah making pretty girls cry huh Tsukishima!” Noya yelled pushing the blondes head.

Kei leaned up pushing Nishinoya off him “No I’m not, and don’t fucking call her a crybaby.” He spoke making eye contact with Kageyama.

“Why is she your girlfriend?” Kageyama scoffed.

“Yeah she is jackass.” A lot of the team definitely was not expecting that answer out of him. Tsukishima with a girl who’s known for being whinny, with as little patience as they know Tsukishima has she’s his girlfriend.

“No way! How is that pretty girl going out with a bully like you!” Hinata shouted.

Because he was soft with that pretty girl. Of course kei teased her for crying easily and over the most stupidest things but he was alway there to comfort her if needed. His hand squishing her tear stained face tell her it’s all right and not to be dramatic, but earns a punch for call her dramatic.

But it didn’t matter what the team thought of them, because they honestly held heavy doubts, that maybe he was to harsh with her or even mean. He didn’t think he was and she never said anything. She would right if his words ever hurt her she’d speak up. Right?

His eyes looked over to her as they walked through the night market hand in hand, a smile on her glossy lips as she looked around the food trucks. He hated that he could tell him self that he didn’t care what others thought but it did, it bothered him a lot. Was he the reason she cried sometimes, that his snotty remarks actually hurt her feelings. How could he do that to her. How could he make her cry what kind of boyfriend was he if he made her cry.

“Kei..”

He made her hurt didn’t he? The reason her pretty face was always wet with tears?

“Kei!”

He blinked. “Yo are ya with me!” She laughed waving her hand in front of his face. “Am i distracting you” she teased.

“Tsk- no you’re not.” He scoffed.

“Booo! But anyways what has you all airheaded?” She asked tilting her head slightly her braids moving to the side with her motion.

“Nothing.” He hummed.

She pressed her lips together squinting at her boyfriend, his eyes staring into her dark ones. “Will you quite that.” He asked a small smile appearing in his face as his hand pushed her face away.

Even with the moments they shared, he continued to let it eat at him. They moved to a more secluded area sitting on the grass food in hand. He watched her as she ate, and talked, about anything and everything. He just listened, as she went on, smiling at small things she said.

How did he get so lucky.. a polar opposite that didn’t annoy him. Her melanin skin glowing under the street light as they ate her smile wide and so bright. Kei let his hand fall into his hand as she continued talking admiring her.

“So are you gonna tell me what’s wrong.” She asked.

“Hm?”

She looked up as him her smile going away “what’s going through your head, I know better.” She did she knew him, mind you he hadn’t made any comment on what she was talking about nothing not even a snarky remark teasing her.

“So what is it baby?” She spoke leaning back in her hands.

He looked away from her gaze “nothing just something stupid.” He sighed closing his eyes.

He could feel her roll her eyes, the sound of her body shifting her now sitting right in-front of him. The feeling of her hands holding his face made him open his eyes.

“It’s nothikng don’t worry your tiny little head about it.” He spoke softly.

“Don’t lie what is it Kei? You know you have to talk to me to.” She spoke her brows frowning, don’t do that he thought.

“I understand but it’s nothing just letting people get to me head alright?” He spoke his hand squishing her cheeks her hands not yet leaving his face.

“Who? Is it about you-“

“It’s about us.”

She looked at him “bad things?”

He shrugged his shoulders “I guess..”

Her hands left his face, letting herself get comfortable on his lap her face close to his. “Tell me baby..”

He only looked at her for a moment his eyes looking at her lips then back to her eyes. “Do I ever make you sad?”

She tilted her head giving him an are you crazy look. “See I told you it was stupid.” He huffed.

“Why would people thing that, are they saying that?”

“Yes.” He groaned his head falling into her shoulder.

“Why?” She laughed.

He shot back pinching her cheeks “because you’re a crybaby!” He scoffed.

“Nuh uh!” She whined.

“Yuh huh!” He laughed.

Letting go of her face he watched her pout “I’m not a cry baby just open with my emotions!” She sassed.

“Uh huh sure you crybaby.” He spoke his hands resting in her hips.

“But it’s okay, you’re my crybaby.”

She smiled “shut up that’s so lame!” She scoffed pushing him.

“I thought it was good.”

“Lame!” She laughed.

“Yeah then why are you laughing you idiot!”

“Because that was cringy and stupid nothing my boyfriend would ever say.” She groaned her laughter causing him to smile.

“Whatever you idiot I can be romantic.” He said.

“Yeah I know you can but with actions not so much words.”

He scoffed “really!”

She hummed crossing her arms, making his eyes twitch “get off of me, that irritated me.”He spoke pushing her.

“Whatever! You love it.” She said getting back in his face.

He only raised a brow, “ya know ya do.” She whispered leaning on her hands, their lips grazing against one another.

“Want me to kiss you sweetheart?” He asked.

She grinned “I should be asking you that sir, you’ve been looking at me lips all evening.” She hummed.

He let her get closer their lips barely touching befor pulling away, “UGH! Why do you do that!” She whined.

“You gave me attitude.” He shrugged a grin on his face.

He watched as she fell back dramatically “you hate me!” She groaned.

“Mmhm sure do.” She sighs looking down at her smiling at her dramatic pose.

He let her complain a bit more befor leaning down kissing her lips. Only to be pulled by her for a real kiss. “Feel better…” he whispered a little breathless.

“Alway fee better when you’re here with me.” She said pushing his glasses up.

Yeah they didn’t know shit about them. He’d never hurt her, he never wanted to. She would be the only one to get true kindness out of him. Because he couldn’t afford losing her.

Req are open!!! (Plz send something I’m desperate 😞)

[leondickrider]

relationship headcanons | leon s kennedy x gn!reader

💭 . . . hiii, so i moved to this account from my old account @movedoopsie so this an updated version of both of my old relationship headcanons posts and nsfw post (with some new bonus headcanons hehe) (‘. • ᵕ •. `)

before reading: fluff, suggestive, nsfw marked, some are sad bc i love making leon suffer ₍ᐡ｡っ ̫-｡ᐡ₎ not proofread | warnings: cursing, substance abuse mentioned | wc 2.1k

love with him kinda gives me and your mama by childish gambino but very much guns and roses by lana del rey 🎀

ONE THING I FORGOT TO MENTION IN MY ORIGINAL POSTS: television heaven by lana del rey is so re2make leon coded !!!! and maybe perhaps starry eyed... just maybe...

it's canon that he listens to rock (refer to re2r opening) but I'm sure he would listen to alternative and hip hop

btw, to the spotify playlist makers, he would never listen to mother mother he is quite literally born in the 70s

also i doubt he would actually listen to lana del rey, but if he did he would listen to ultraviolence ₍ᐢ.”⚇.”ᐢ��

when he's frustrated, he'll mutter curses under his breath like it's so sexy and hot and pussy soddening or dick hardening (I don't have a dick idk how it works)

he loves when you wear long, flowy dresses or shirts, especially if they are in white. if you get it you get it

he would like white clothes on you since white typically represents like purity and cleanliness. and with all the stuff he's been through and it's just comforting

his favorite colors are blue and green tho

he's a good kisser 10/10

leon definitely replies with the driest things ever over text. like you could say "hey baby I love you <3 be careful at work" and he'll say "Ok love you." and he uses the period too

also replies with 👍, 👎, 😀 and 😍

when you are both going to sleep at the same time, he will scratch your back out of habit, even if he falls asleep you will feel his hand making circular motions on your back

he's the lightest sleeper ever. he wakes up if you shift in bed too fast, if you make any unusual sound, literally wakes up so easily and this leads to him being very sleepy :(

he would want 2 kids so they aren't lonely. he wouldn't ever want his kids to feel the loneliness he felt as an orphan

he's a girl dad but if he had a son then you already know that kid is going to be a carbon copy of his dad

sometimes he comes home really drunk and he leans all over you, kissing you all over and saying how much he loves you and stuff and then he cries and then falls asleep

when he goes fishing or hunting or camping he always drags you along for it even if you complain

he looks like he goes camping like every season as the vacation he so desperately asks for 24/7

he doesn't understand text abbreviations. he's like a victorian child. he says "LOL" and doesn't even know what it means. "leon I'm feeling really sick, bring me some soup please" "Ok LOL."

he also replies really slowly to texts sometimes, it's not even on purpose he is just has no clue how to iphone

during missions, he has those cute lil kitten sneezes (like in re4r) but at home this man forces them to be obnoxiously loud because it always makes you giggle

and his hearts melts a little every time you giggle. your laughter is like his favorite sound in the whole wide world

he gets home at unholy hours of the night usually, so he usually just goes to the bedroom, gives you a kiss on your forehead or cheek while you're asleep and takes a quick shower before sleeping

however on nights where you wait for him to get home he is taken by surprise when you fling yourself into his arms when he enters

when be walks in he'll be like "sono a casa..." really quietly

yeah he learned a little italian bc he's like a mafioso son basically so he decided "why not just learn italian and make my girlfriend swoon over it?" il mio king

he's incredibly insecure in relationships. he thinks you deserve better than him, somebody who can be there for you without fail and isn't heavily traumatized

when you're sick he will literally do everything for you, he doesn't let you do anything until you're better

even when you aren't sick he does everything, he justa bit more lenient

hero complex ofc, he loves being there to 'save you' even if it's just helping you get something off the top shelf or helping you zip up a dress or a shirt

always puts his bed by you in minecraft even tho he has no idea how to play :3

also, loves bear hugging you. but he also does those hugs where he lifts you up completely and spins you around a little

if you where in raccoon city with him he would do the spinning hug the second you were finally safe

when he's feeling really affectionate (usually when he's a lil tipsy) he'll tell you things like "sei tutto il mio mondo" and "sei la metà della mia mela" (this is so cute if you also love apples)

he's a heavyweight this man can handle his alcohol, so if you get drunk easy like me, then yea he's def got you covered

doesn't let anybody he doesn't trust near you when you're drunk

also, even when he's drunk he's very protective. he's actually more protective

he is really good at comforting you when you need it but often pushes you away when you need it :(

sometime he will disappear for long periods of times. and he cuts off all contact. but eventually you will get a call from somebody like chris, claire, etc. that leon was drinking and they were bringing him home

he goes through cycles of highs where he stops drinking and lows where he drinks excessively (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

sometimes he'll send you random selfies when he gets service or random texts like "Hi." and tbh it scared the shit out of you to just get a random Hi when he's in the middle of like the desert a few times

he isn't really good with physical affection, he'll give you awkward hugs and hold your hands but he's just very awkward in general so...

but if we're talking cute re2make leon then omfg hugs 24/7 he will not keep his hands off you

he isn't really into pda bc he's shy about it, he will hold your hand and maybe give you an awkward side hug but that's really it unless it's one of those special occasions lmfao

this is kind of random but when he's alone he likes to look at old pictures of you both and just reminisce on the past ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

re2make leon the typa guy to play just dance with you

maybe re4make if he's in love enough (he is)

his style is actually really good so he ALWAYS looks so good next to you (refer to casual leon model) 🐩

he sings in the shower sometimes

he likes to take showers with you since it's relaxing when you wash his hair since you have like soft hands and not his big thick meaty manly leather beefy hands

falls asleep with light piano music and rain audios in the background 😭

his instagram is basically a fanpage for you. always appreciating you!! "My s/o took this." "Date night night with s/o." "Imagine not having the prettiest bestest amazingest s/o ever."

he and ada are mutuals, this is his revenge for ghosting him lol

takes you on picnic dates a lot

for people with periods, he is like so good with helping you woth getting tampons/pads, getting medicine, etc etc

his ideal house with you would be one of those stereotypical white american family suburb houses (he's so american i'll never let him live down calling luis 'lewis' 😭)

he pledge allegiance to the flag he is a PATRIOT🇺🇸

he spoils the hell out of you !!!! you look at a dress twice? magically in your closet the next day. you look at a pretty necklace that costs more than a car? he already got it

government paycheck

when he was 21 he dreamed of having a really normal life with you. a normal house, normal cars, 2 kids, a dog, all these other totally normal things

he does not get the normal life lol

nsfw

he is very territorial, he definitely marks you up in spots that are very visible and harder to hide

he isn't really picky about what lingerie you wear but if you wear white sets with little blue or pink ribbons then you got your work cut out for you

he's very romantic during sex. on anniversaries he'll even get rose petals and candles in you're into that kinda stuff lol

had to buy a whole different phone just for videos/photos of you both because his phone has a ton of work things and he didn't want to risk accidentally sending the wrong picture to the wrong person

when he gets back from missions that were very stressful and got him pent up then sex is way rougher than usual

he is definitely into worshipping your body. he'll tell you how beautiful you are and kiss every inch if your skin that he can

sometime he'll also say some italian things to you while you do the deed like "sei molto bella"

when he's horny he'll tell you "mi ecciti così tanto"

although, italian bedroom talk is kinda cringe sometimes so he usually sticks to english

he is definitely very experienced, he's been with several women, usually one night stands. but we do also know he had a girlfriend before resi 2 so there's that

he would prefer sex stays in the bedroom, or the house at least

he probably gets pleasure from making you get pleasure. like just from eating you out he will... yea

as i said before, territorial 😊

one of his sexual fantasies is fucking you while he's on a mission but he probably wouldn't want to take that risk bc like zombies

it's not rare to have quickies in the mornings

he's big like maybe 6 or 7 inches? he may not have a könig bulge but he's absolutely packing

dirty talk. says things like "y'like that princess?" "that feel good?" "i know you like it baby" "you feel so girl pretty girl" "look at me lovie" when you close ur eyes

man is a freak (refer to THAT clip from death island)

however, sex with him is usually really vanilla simply because he is too tired from all these missions to be doing all that

when it's not vanilla he's a switch simply bc I know it. he'll let you take the reins from time to time, but he is always the one in control if we're being fr

also i'm pretty sure he's top leaning because like... the shit he's been through?? he'd want a little control over something and having control in bed makes him feel really powerful

he still likes to bottom tho lol

he also calls u mommy or daddy or master or mistress if u a freaky freak lol

loves brat taming!!!!!

he likes to hold your hand while having sex

enjoys morning sex lots, especially the morning after he returns from a mission. he's too exhausted the night of returning, so he wakes up early and fucks you

love love loves missionary bc he gets to look at your face and he can just look down to see him yk thrusting (goodbye i hate this word)

i will say tho sometimes he will say the most outlandish things like "i wanna pump so many babies into you that we repopulate raccoon city" but it's ok bc it's leon

loves white sets on you (refer to 8)

sooo good with after care!!! if you need something he will do it or get it. want a snack? he's grabbing it. want a nice warm bubble bath? he's running the water and grabbing the soap for bubbles

spoils you with aftercare tbh.... after him you really cannot ever get better aftercare

very vocal, lots of whimpers and whines coming from him

really good with his hands, I mean look at the way he handles guns. i'm sure his hands come in handy in more ways than just flipping a gun around

amazing with his tongue and mouth as well 🎀

he love love loves when u sit on his face !!!

when you give him head he likes to rub your scalp and he makes the most attractive noises ever

he owns a couple toys. he def owns a vibrator and a pair of handcuffs

he probably has no preference to if you're shaved or not when he's older

but when he's younger he prefers it shaved or trimmed cuz he lives between your legs and it gets a bit annoying getting hair in his mouth 😭

(i'm sorry if all the nsfw seems aimed towards afab people, I literally have no idea how to write for amab but i'm trying to spoil everybody...)

౨ৎ translations "sono a casa" i'm home; "il mio [re]" my king; "sei tutto il mio mondo" you are my whole world; "sei la metà della mia mela" you are half of my apple; "sei molto bella" you're very beautiful; "mi eciti così tanto" you're turning me on | please correct me if any of this is wrong since i rarely speak to my italian friends and family and i don't say these things to them. i had to research :)

reblogs and replies appreciated always <3

leon kennedy masterlist

[howlingday]

Stag and Doe

Cardin: Jaune! You're late!

Jaune: I'm sorrry.

Cardin: And you're alone, too? I thought you were bringing your hot, new girlfriend over!

Jaune: She... She probably had a sudden emergency.

Cardin: That sucks, man. Was kinda hoping to meet her.

Cardin: (Whispering) "Sudden emergency"?. What kinda lame excuse is that?.

Sun: (Whispering) Definitely not a good one.

Neptune: (Whispering) You think it was a lie?.

Sun: Should we report him for lying?

Cardin: Definitely!. He's probably a spy trying to steal all our women for himself!.

Sun: Oh, don't be ridiculous! He's just some creepy guy. Better to just leave him alone.

Neptune: Now who's being ridiculous?.

Pyrrha: I'm sorry to hear about you being stood up. I was curious what this mysterious woman looked like.

Jaune: P-Pyrrha! Um, could you and May promise not to tell Saph about this?

Cardin: Why would they do that?! Are you really that desperate to impress people, Jauney-Boy?! I man, you getting stood up gotta be the lowest you've ever been! Saphron's gotta hear how sad her baby brother is doing!

Velvet: (Tugging his arm) Cardin, please!

Jaune: (Thinking) Why? Why in the world is he humiliating me like this? (Flexes fingers) It's unbearable! Saphron won't have to learn anything... NOT IF I KILL EVERYONE HERE- (Shakes head) No! No! I can't do that!.

Velvet: (Dragging Cardin by his ear) I'm so sorry about him. Please, enjoy the party.

Jaune: (Watching everyone talking, laughing, smiling, dancing) Is this... what "ordinary" looks like? This is what Saphron wants for me. Then I guess... I've done all I can.

Jaune: I'm sorry, everyone. It's time for me to-

SLAM!

Blake: (Bloodied) Please, excuse me for my tardiness. My name is Blake Belladina, and I'm Jaune's wife.

Jaune: ...Psst! You're supposed to be my girlfriend!.

Blake: (Thinking) Crap! I mixed our missions up!.

May: Um, Ms. Belladina, was it? You're, um... You're bleeding.

Blake: Ah, right, that's, uh, an occupational hazard.

Pyrrha: Are you a professional stuntwoman?

Blake: I'm a social worker. Please excuse me, I had an emergency situation with my client, and they became especially hostile. I hope I didn't disturb your party.

Cardin: Wait, you're married? Why didn't you tell us?!

Jaune: Oh, I...

Blake: It's my fault. See, this is my second marriage, and I have a child from my first marriage. Jaune was probably still a little uncomfortable with explaining the situation.

Cardin: (Thinking) No way! There's no way in hell Jaune could have been married this whole time! And to such a dignified woman, too?! Time to take him down a peg!.

Cardin: Jaune, you're probably hungry! Try some of these piping hot- WHOOPS! Heh-

Jaune: (Slings tray in circular motion)

Cardin: (Cheese spills on his hand) AGH!

Blake: I appreciate your dedication to not wasting food, but you don't have to make such a show of it.

Jaune: Oh! I'm sorry!

Blake: (Tries food) Mm, but this is good!

Jaune: (Takes a bite) Mm! It is!

Blake: (Giggles) Did you not try it yet?

Cardin: Hey, Blake! I wouldn't get too comfy with Jaune. He's in a pretty nasty business. He gets called every night to give "massages" to clients all over the city!

Velvet: (Covering her face) Cardin, stop...

Jaune: Those were hits. Massage was code for "killing".

Jaune: That was... No, no, it's not what you think, Blake-!

Blake: I think it's amazing~!

Jaune: Huh?

Blake: Jaune lost both of his parents at such a young age, and so many sisters after that. His older sister was too sick to work, and when she was well, he insisted on working hard so that she wouldn't sell her body out of desperation. To suffer such pain and endure after so much agony... Only a special few can ever accomplish such a feat. It's something I've always admired about Jaune.

Jaune: (Blushing, Staring at Blake)

Blake: It's time to go, Jaune. Thank you all for your hospitality.

[heyitsspiders]

Bitten Apple ~ AdamsApple Fic - CHAPTER 3

Adam is finally able to be decent!!! (kinda) (not really)

Ao3 Link

a/n: thank you all for the support thus far with the story, i love reading yall's comments and what yall enjoyed!

i hope yall have a nice day/night :D

Successful Meals

Adam debated not going to dinner but images of his face slamming into the carpeted floor flashed in his mind and decided he was a bit hungry – no other reason he wanted to go. He sat on the edge of his fucked up bed, the sheets were torn and barely hanging on, and eyed the closet he hadn’t looked in yet. He groaned, it was probably full of fancy shit. Heaven had a dress code too with the long ass dresses – which he didn’t mind, he wore them when he was alive, Hell, he created them! – but that prevented him from showing off his love of rock more. He got some spikes on the collar and his sick ass guitar, sure, but that was it. At least Hell understood his fashion sense, even if it did add unwanted features.

He pushed himself off the mattress and walked into what he thought was the closet, but apparently was a whole ass bathroom with a closet in it. So, he wasn’t wrong in thinking the clothes were in here, just misjudged the location. The bathroom wasn’t too much but it was clean and made him feel a little more at home – maybe he should stop throwing shit everywhere. Adam walked over to the actual closet and peered inside.

Yeah, he had been right. There were suits, vests, cuffed shirts, dress pants – it felt like a haberdashery threw up. At least some of it didn’t seem too horrible. Whatever, he could play Lucifer’s shit game for now, he really didn’t feel like seeing his damned blood anymore today. Adam shrugged off his sick ass clothes – aside from his ‘A’, that they completely ruined – and did his best to avoid looking at the mirror. However, he caught sight that he was much hairier – or well, furrier? – than before with thick dark fur replacing his chest hair and happy trail. Not to mention his legs were covered in the stuff, all the way down to his hooves. His hands too were different, not only did they end in claws but also were much darker than the rest of him. Another new addition had been made that he thought was just on his clothes – the ‘X’. It was on his skin too, right where the little bitch stabbed him over and over. 

Adam growled, oh Hell had a sick sense of humor. They ruined his body more than Lucifer did with the fucking apple. The shame of being naked was hitting harder than the first time in the garden and he quickly averted his gaze from both the mirror and himself – he couldn’t stand the sight. He shoved on black dress shirt that ended in cuffs with a dark crimson vest and cuffed black pants. Putting on pants was very weird with sheep legs, they curved in weird places and the clothes clung too close to Adam’s body for him to be comfortable but if it made Lucifer leave him the fuck alone then he’d deal with it. 

He exited the bathroom and his room and walked through the maze of hallways – seriously, what the fuck is up with all these hallways? Doesn’t he live alone? – and finally ended up at the damn dining room. Adam opened the door and shut it harshly behind him, which he had almost slammed but decided against it. 

“I see you listened this time!” Lucifer piped up from across the room, his eyes looking over Adam. This man was so gay it disgusted Adam.

Adam rolled his eyes, “yeah, didn’t feel like being dragged around again by some prick.”

Lucifer chuckled before motioning with his hand to the seat next to him. Adam huffed and walked over, pulled out the chair, and sat down. This was embarrassing. Lucifer looked over him with a facial expression he couldn’t quite make out but he knew he didn’t like it.

“Isn’t it nice to just do what you’re told?” Lucifer hummed, grabbing his fork and knife and cutting into the steak in front of him. 

Adam growled but kept his mouth shut, which felt weird. He could feel the words rising in his throat but none of them made sense so he just sat there, staring at his food. He appreciated that it was mostly meat, don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t picky. Humanity wouldn’t have even started if he was picky, but he always had liked meat more. Adam looked at the silverware that had been neatly placed beside his plate and considered using them.

He didn’t.

Adam reached a clawed hand over to the steak and grabbed it before bringing it up to his mouth and biting into it. It was a little tough but his sharp teeth had no problem cutting through it and ripping a piece off. He chewed the meat twice before swallowing and continuing the vicious process. Not only was this to piss off Lucifer but it also was just how he ate, utensils were made way after him and even in Heaven he never got used to them. He also purposely ate with his mouth slightly agar, making his eating so much more obnoxious. Adam internally grinned as he watched Lucifer try to keep his composure but slip up with an eye twitch.

Lucifer set his fork and knife to the side and dabbed his mouth with a napkin before looking at Adam and speaking. “Would you cut that out? Some of us are trying to eat,” he looked annoyed, just what Adam wanted.

Adam spoke with his mouth still full with the bit he was chewing, his words muffled, “yeah, I am too.”

Lucifer sighed deeply, “fucking eat normally, Adam. At least with your mouth closed, the smacking noise and seeing your chewed food is horrible.” He then motioned down to Adam stupid clothes, “not to mention the mess you are making.”

“Just don’t look,” Adam shrugged.

“Do we really have to go through this again?” Lucifer raised his hands to start yanking on the stupid fucking chain.

Adam quickly swallowed and raised his hands, “fine! Fuck! Don’t gotta tug me around for fucking everything!”

“Good,” Lucifer closed his mouth quickly, as if he was stopping himself from saying something. Adam didn’t care though, less nonsense for Adam to listen to. 

Adam continued eating – less loudly but still with his hands – and hated to admit it but fuck, it was really good. The steak was so juicy and seasoned to Hell, just the way he liked it. The sides were just as good, he couldn’t remember the names of them but shit they were just as good. He cleaned his plate fairly quickly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Lucifer on the other hand was taking his sweet ass time, he had barely eaten half of the steak. 

Adam groaned, leaning his head on his propped up hands, “do I have to wait for your slow ass to finish eating?”

Lucifer swallowed what was in his mouth, “yes, you do.” He shot a glare at Adam’s elbows as if they had offended him, “and take your elbows off the table, did they not teach you table manners in Heaven?”

Adam rolled his eyes and moved to his arms back to his sides, “they tried to.” He wasn’t sure why he was listening but rationed it as him not wanting to be beaten again – he wasn’t a pussy but the man literally owned him and Adam was powerless. He was biding his time. Yeah.

Lucifer chuckled, “they gave up on you?”

“They didn’t give up on me!” Adam snarled, his claws dipping into his chair. “They just realized it was useless because I was– am already perfect, I don’t need stupid ‘table manners’.” 

Lucifer laughed a bit harder, “oh? That’s why?” He cut off another small sliver of meat and put it in his mouth – probably something Lucifer was very used to – and swallowed before speaking again, “have you ever thought they just finally realized you were a waste of time?”

“Have you ever thought about shutting the fuck up? You haven’t been in Heaven for a millena, you don’t know what happened while I was there,” Adam glared. “You have no clue what you are talking about.”

“True,” Lucifer hummed. “I don’t know what happened while you were up there, but by your behavior I can definitely guess.”

“Well you’re guessing is fucking wrong.”

He smirked, “then why aren’t they here?”

Adam opened his mouth before shutting it, pausing. Why weren’t they here for him? Why hadn’t Heaven stormed Hell and punished the demons for killing him?

 “They- they just don’t know I’m here. Otherwise they would be,” he tried to sound sure of himself but cringed as it came out weak, like he was a lost child waiting for his parents.

“I’m sure they would be,” Lucifer continued to eat.

They sat in silence that was only broken up by the utensils cutting into the steak and other food that littered Lucifer’s plate and Lucifer’s near-silent chewing. Adam wanted to be mad, he wanted to rage and throw shit and break Lucifer’s stupid face. But, he didn’t. He just sat there, looking down at his lap, at his hands. Did… Did Lucifer have a point? He shook his head – no, Lucifer couldn’t be right. He was the Devil, the man who ruined and took everything from Adam. 

The gentle clanking of metal caused Adam to jerk his head up just to see Lucifer setting his fork and knife on the plate, wiping his mouth with his napkin. “Delicious, what a fantastic dinner.”

“I see you enjoyed it too,” Lucifer commented, looking at Adam’s empty plate.

“It was fine I guess, ‘just was hungry,” Adam lied.

“Either way, you may go back to your room,” He stood up and pushed in his chair, grabbing his cane. “I expect to see you at breakfast?” Adam was pretty sure it was supposed to be a statement but Lucifer had asked it like a question.

“Whatever,” Adam grumbled, standing up from the stupid chair and shoving his way out of the room. He just wanted to get out of these clothes, sleep forever and never see Lucifer’s face again. Never see the way Lucifer looked over his body. Never see the dumb fucking smile that took up so much of his face when he had successfully pissed off Adam. Never- 

God he must be really tired. He groaned and shook his head, trying to rid his mind of Lucifer, and reached a hand out for the doorknob to his room. He was just tired. 

Adam woke up to, who he assumed to be Lucifer, knocking. Again. He hoped this wouldn’t be a daily thing. Adam groaned, dragging a hand down his face – It was too early for Lucifer’s bullshit. As the knocking got louder Adam pushed himself off the mattress and stumbled over to the door.

“What,” Adam grunted.

“Finally,” Lucifer cleared his throat, “anyways, I will be out for the day and-”

“You woke me up just to tell me that you won’t be here?” Adam raised an eyebrow. “What, you gonna tell me there is a babysitter downstairs too?” He joked – Adam really hoped it stayed a joke.

“Let me finish,” He shot Adam a glare. “I wanted to let you know so you don’t try looking for me. Meals will still be served at the same time.” Adam laughed, as if he’d go looking for Lucifer. 

“I’ll be going, don’t fucking destroy my house,” and he left with a snap of his fingers. 

Adam sighed. Finally, he was gone. He contemplated going back to bed but decided against it – he was already awake – and chose to explore and learn the layout of this funhouse while he wasn’t being threatened. He walked out of his room into the hallway, every now and then there was a little table with either a lamp or small decorations on top of it to light up and decorate the hallway. He made his way down, avoiding the urge to knock everything over, and peered into the dozens of doors that littered the hallway. Some led to bathrooms, others guest rooms, some were even just random storage or kitchens. Adam grimaced, this whole place could be about fifty rooms smaller if they just stopped repeating so many fucking rooms.

However, one room caught his eyes; a room that looked like a bar. Finally, maybe he’d be able to drink alcohol down here after all. The bar counter was empty, showing off the pristine marble that it was made of, with plush red stools stationed in front of it. Behind the counter was the main attraction; the drinks. He walked in, eyes glued to the shelves of various drinks – who knew there was this many kinds of alcohol? There were so many neat shelves that were illuminated from a light behind which highlighted the drinks and only made them look more like a God-send. The whole room was dim aside from the bar, which is where almost all of the light came from. 

Adam walked behind the bar and looked up at all the bottles, all different colors. He grabbed the one closest to him, the glass was cool to the touch. It was clear, showing off the light yellow liquid inside of it. Adam squinted at the label, the bigger words were foreign to him but above it in a smaller font read ‘tequila’. It sounded good enough and he fumbled with the top before realizing it was a screwed cap – like a water bottle cap. Adam frowned, did that mean it would be weak or that it was cheap? 

He shrugged, just meant he could drink more of it, right? He lifted it to his lips and took a sip before harshly pulling the bottle away. He coughed as the liquid burned his throat as it went down. Adam glared at the bottle, people drank this shit? How did people stomach this? He swallowed hard, if other bitches could do it so could he.

He lifted the bottle back to his lips and turned it up, allowing the liquid fire to flow into his mouth. Tears pricked Adams eyes and he squeezed them shut and continued to try and drink. He very quickly had to stop and slammed the clear bottle on the smooth marble. It felt like a hundred fire ants were biting the inside of his throat and all he could do was swallow repeatedly, trying desperately to get the feeling to go away. His mouth felt dry and he was faintly sweating, a few tears falling down his cheeks. Fuck. That really fucking hurt.

Adam could feel his thoughts growing a bit fuzzy but he wanted more – there had to be another drink that didn’t feel like swallowing lava. He grabbed a few more bottles of varying sizes and shapes, one of these had to be good. 

He drank so many different kinds of alcohol, every single one leaving his mouth dryer and rawer. The one good thing about his continuous drinking is his tongue started to grow numb and his mind was growing fuzzy – he was barely recognizing the burning pain the drinks left in his throat. Adam had no idea how much time had passed, all he knew was that his stomach was so full yet so empty. He was starving. Lucifer said there were still meals right? He fumbled with the bottle that was in his hands and half-assed putting on the cap. Since when was the room spinning? Probably Lucifer, the fucking prick.

Adam stumbled over to the door, the spinning room really fucked with his balance – it felt like he was on a ship in the harshest storm ever. Is this what Noah’s Arc felt like? Poor fuckers, this sucks ass. He slammed face-first into the doorway.

“Ow! Fucking bitch,” Adam hissed in pain, punching the doorway. The doorway fucking punched back and it hurt his fist.

“Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be, prick?” Adam kicked, his new hooves were much more effective at kicking than his previous feet. 

Once he felt the wall had learnt its lesson he continued through the hallway. He searched his swimming mind for the location of the dining room but was only met with the buzzing that occupied his brain. He used the wall to support himself as he took careful steps – he wasn’t fully used to his hooves and everything moving in every direction wasn’t helping. Adam miscalculated how far out he was stepping and tripped, crashing onto the floor.

“Urrghh,” he groaned and continued laying on the floor for a little bit longer before trying to get back up. Adam kept falling back to the harsh floor as he would lean too far forward or to the side when trying to stand. 

“Stoppp” Adam whined to the gravity that kept knocking him down, he swore it was increased. 

Laughter broke through his buzzing thoughts and he looked up to the source of it. Oh it was pretty boy – pretty fucking annoying boy! Ohoho, Adam was hilarious. He was so funny. He should say it out loud.

“You’re fucking annoyingly pretty,” He slurred before laughing. Nailed it. Lucifer looked so surprised, he was probably thinking how badly Adam had roasted his dumb ass. The king would probably never recover.

“That so?” Lucifer crouched down – or shrunk, Adam wasn’t sure – and was eye level with Adam as he propped himself up. Lucifer seemed to sniff the air – which didn’t make sense, he didn’t have a nose. Did he breathe through his skin like some fucking weird frog? – and his face scrunched up. 

“You reek of alcohol, did you get into my personal bar?” Lucifer sounded annoyed but not to the point of beating the shit out of Adam.

“Yeah, it all tastes like shit,” Adam groaned, continuing to try and stand once more.

“Did you drink it neat?” Lucifer yelped, looking surprised. “Oh my golly, no wonder it tasted bad, you drank it right out of the fucking bottle!” 

“How else do you drink it? Why put it in the bottle thing if not to just drink it?” Adam questioned but most of his focus was trying to stand up – he was making more progress.

Lucifer cringed, “okay, it seems like you need to be treated to a proper drink.” Was this fag asking him out on a date?

“I ain’t fucking gay, you- you- uhh gay.. Bitch,” Oh yeah, Adam was on a roll tonight – tonight? This morning? He didn’t know nor did he care.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, “whatever you say. We can do that tomorrow.” He looked over Adam, “have you eaten?”

“I was tryin’ but someone decided to live in a fucking maze,” He grumbled, finally standing on his hooves. Lucifer grew to his normal height. He was so small, could be crushed like a soda can. 

Lucifer stared at Adam, “okay so we are getting you something to eat and then getting you to bed.” Lucifer grabbed Adam’s wrist and started to drag him, causing Adam to stumble and trip over himself.

“Fuck, bitch! Stop goin’ so fast!” Adam complained, trying to keep up with Lucifer’s break neck speed.

“I’m just walking..?” Lucifer raised a brow before shaking his head, “whatever, fuck it.”

“What- Wo-o-oah! What the fuck?” Adam was suddenly much shorter. What the fuck did Lucifer do to him? He turned his head and was met with Lucifer’s really close face. He looked down and realized that no he had not shrunk, he was being held. By Lucifer. 

“How- why- Put me down!” Adam kicked his feet.

“Hold still would you?” Lucifer sighed, “I don’t feel like dealing with you drunkenly stumbling through my house.”

Lucifer carried Adam like he weighed nothing – despite being much taller and bigger – and carried him through the spinning hallways. How was Lucifer walking so smoothly? He probably did this to Adam. Fucking bitch.

“You broke me,” Adam growled. Lucifer looked at him as he continued to walk impossibly straight.

“What?”

“You made everything spin, asshole. Stop it,” Adam slurred, his brows furrowed.

Lucifer laughed, “that’s not me, it’s called you're drunk off your ass.”

Adam grumbled and crossed his arms, huffing. This was so unfair, wasn’t alcohol supposed to be fun? Instead he felt fuzzy, like he couldn’t hold onto any thought that entered his mind. Adam looked up as Lucifer opened a door with magic and walked into the dining room.

“What time is it?” Adam asked, looking around.

“It's around lunch, I left earlier than I originally thought.”

“So hungry,” Adam mumbled, his stomach aching. It faintly reminded him of being stabbed. 

Lucifer dropped Adam on a chair, his back and legs colliding with the arms of the chair. “Oops,” Lucifer said in a bored tone as he walked over to his chair.

Adam twisted until his ass was properly in the chair, a dull ache blooming in his lower back and legs, “asshole.”

Lucifer ignored him and sat down, leaning his old-man cane against his chair before grabbing his fork and getting ready to neatly eat… Whatever the fuck was in front of him. It looked like a weird sandwich. He held the fork so delicately in his long, dark, slender fingers as he tilted it to the side, cutting into the sandwich and letting what looked like the yolk of an egg spill out.

Lucifer looked over at Adam and raised an eyebrow, “are you going to keep looking at me or are you going to eat?”

Adam blinked hard, “uh- obviously I’m going to eat, just– just curious as to what the fuck that is.”

“It’s a ham and egg croissant sandwich,” he answered as he stabbed into the small piece he had separated and lifted it to his thin lips. 

Adam shook his head, what the fuck was happening? Why was Lucifer less hard to look at? Must be the alcohol – anyways, he was hungry as shit. Ditching the utensils once more he grabbed the sandwich whole – like a normal person, who the fuck cuts up a sandwich? – and bit into it. It was pretty good, the ham and egg worked well together with the swirly bread. It was also juicy from the yolk. 

As Adam chewed, with his mouth closed this time, his hunger really started to set in. Holy fuck it felt like he hated eaten in forever. It took him no time to chomp the whole thing down, licking the plate and his lips clean.

“Someone’s hungry.”

“Damn right, you got any more of these?” He drooled at the thought of more food, it was so fucking good, not to mention the room spun not as fast so that was a plus.

With a simple snap of the shorter man’s fingers there was a whole ‘nother sandwich in front of Adam – which he quickly devoured as well. He ate another like, three or four of those sandwiches before stopping as his stomach was starting to become less welcoming to more food. He slouched down in his chair, hand on his full stomach. Despite his slouching, he could still clearly see Lucifer, who had just finished up eating his one sandwich. This man ate slow as fuck.

“Hopefully all that bread sobers you up, you haven’t stopped looking at me,” Lucifer said casually as he wiped his mouth with a napkin before magicking it away. 

Adam blinked hard. Had he been looking at Lucifer? Why? He was so ugly – well, Adam would usually say that. With the copious amount of alcohol he consumed, Lucifer looked at least decent to look at. Basically, Adam didn’t want to puke looking at the man. Even now he caught himself doing exactly what Lucifer said: staring. 

Obviously Adam was staring because he was looking for a moment to escape. Yeah. He was alert and looking for a way out of here and away from Lucifer’s freaky smile and swept back blonde hair and that stupid fucking suit he wore all the time. Not to mention that big ass hat with the mocking symbols of a snake and an apple.

Adam cleared his throat, “I wasn’t looking at you, I was more looking at how stupid you are.”

“Uhuh,” Lucifer squinted his eyes before speaking again, “anyways, you’re free to go back to your room. I suggest you get some sleep and get the hangover you will get over with faster.”

Adam grumbled something about ‘not being a fucking child’ before standing up and leaving, this time being able to walk and not trip over air – mostly. He walked down the hallways, up one of the thousands of staircases and finally found his room. He turned the knob and opened the door, promptly passing out – half way on the floor, half way on the bed.

[writtenbynath]

The hypno community and good behaviour

I came across a post here on tumblr and it kinda made me foam at the mouth, not in a good way, so let me just make a few points here.

It has come to my attention lately that many of the tists on tumblr are just not being shown the care and respect they deserve.  When subjects vanish without a word. It leaves tists to wonder what did I do wrong?, or what didn’t I do that maybe I should have?  This is most true of newbie tists, but none of them are immune.  Dear Tists/ Spiral Weavers, Faeries? Gods , when your subjects do not communicate there wishes with you, or put far less care into your well-being than their own they are undervaluing the relationship. A relationship is never ever solely one persons responsibility, so please don’t worry yourselves over those who have not put half as much care or thought in as you have.

Are you fucking kidding me? When a subject vanishes without a word, you done goofed, my friend. You did something to scare them off. You did something that made the subject want to never speak to you again. It's good to look inward and wonder what you've done wrong. That path leads to growth. Think long and hard about what you did that hurt them.

Get your act together. Treating your subject right is not rocket science. It's basic human decency. If you give the subject a nice positive experience, they come back for more. If you behave like a good person, they become your friend. If you're a dick to them, they leave. Plain and simple.

The second thing that really bothers me about the hypno-community is subs that claim to be traumatized by the smallest of things, especially when they do this falsely and/or publicly.  Yes hypnosis can be scary, and I’ve had a few experiences i did not enjoy.  Your tist is magical but also they’re not magical. They are not all-seeing, all-knowing. They cannot guess how you feel unless you communicate openly and honestly with them. And accidents happen. They happen all the time. Most commonly the number one thing that goes wrong for me is the motion sickness nausea effect, and there’s just stuff that unsettles me, but guess what? When that happens we go back and fix it. I’m going to apply a rule a Dom taught me here. It was actually about anal sex but it applies very well here too. We prepare as best we can that things are smooth and clean  but sometimes that is not the outcome. If you can’t deal with it being unpredictable, just don’t do it. It’s not for you.

Since fucking when are you the expert on when another person is traumatised? Maybe the subject didn't tell you that you hurt their feelings (their feelings! their! I know grammar is hard, but please!) because they kinda suspected you would belittle the problem and deny that you did anything wrong. Maybe they feared you wouldn't take their feedback seriously because you didn't take their wishes and boundaries seriously either. Maybe that's why they ghosted you.

It's hard to understand what happens when someone is truly traumatised or triggered, it's really hard to empathise if you've never been through that yourself. It's tiny little things that can set it off and that does not invalidate the realness of the trauma. The correct response is not to get defensive. It's to ask how you can help. It's to learn from it and do fucking better.

Are you seriously saying "hey, if a bad experience traumatised you, just go away, it's not for you" is that seriously your response when a person gets hurt? Fucking seriously? It really is no wonder our community is shitty if you can't even show an ounce of compassion for a person who feels hurt.

Online people behave badly. They behave in ways they would never behave in the real world.  Online is the place where you can show as much or as little of yourself as you want.  When you build relationships online they are real relationships.  When you indulge in hypnosis online, that is a relationship, and there is a code of basic honour and decency.

The absolute hypocrisy of saying this after this previous shit is galling. You know what happens the most in our online community? Shitty tists inboxing shitty scripts because they get off on control fantasies. Subjects who just want to get out of their own heads with some online trances getting stuck with suggestions and triggers they don't know how to remove. Subjects who just want to get their trance on but who can't find a decent hypnotist who will consider their needs.

I have zero sympathy for hypnotists complaining that subjects are not being nice to them.

[eliemo]

A Match Into Water

Summary: He could hold out for a few minutes. Just a few more minutes. The team would track them down and Flash would be there in seconds to pull Batman out of the water and get Superman out of his chains. Any minute now.

TW for kidnapping, drowning, poison, implied character death, watching someone die, fake death, and Lex Luthor. This one's kinda heavy gang so just be safe

The rattling of chains came to an abrupt halt, the fight leaving Clark in an instant, frozen in place as soon as the back door slid open in a blur of motion.

 His heart stopped, the next heaving breath caught in his throat as Lex Luthor stepped aside to reveal what his men had gone to retrieve, a sickening glint of excitement in his eyes. 

“Luthor,” he warned, wishing his voice came out stronger, anything but the rapidly weakening plea. “Don’t do this. This is between you and me. Let him go.” 

He gave his restraints another tug, a bit more frantic than he’d been for the last hour, but the chains held steady, securely bolted to the ceiling. He could practically feel the Kryptonite seeping into his veins, slowly sapping him of his powers and strength, leaving him strung up and helpless.

They weren’t budging, and Clark was coming to the sickening realization that Lex had set them up like this deliberately, Superman alone on one end of the room, watching the others move across from him. 

A spectator’s seat. 

This had been intentional, leaving him just strong enough to keep himself upright, to stay awake and aware. Lex had known he’d refuse to give up the codes to the Watchtower, refuse to put the League and countless innocent civilians in danger. 

And now he had Batman presented at the other end of the room, dumped unceremoniously onto the floor, well out of Superman’s reach. 

This had all been planned. He’d captured Batman long before he’d captured Superman. Trying to bargain had only been for show, to lure Clark into a false sense of control, and Clark had fallen for it, unshakably confident in the knowledge that he would be the only one in danger, the only one hurt. He could hold out for his team, he always could.

Lex was always smarter than they gave him credit for. 

“Luthor-” 

“I don’t need Kryptonite to break you, Superman,” Lex said, a sickly calm to his tone. “I’m only going to ask you one more time. I need those Watchtower security codes, and we both know our friend here won’t give them up.” 

He tore his gaze away as Lex jerked his chin to the struggle happening at his feet, lips curling in disgust. Clark was going to be sick. 

It took four men to hold Batman down, even with his hands cuffed behind his back and his ankles tied tight together with rope. Bruce thrashed and bucked under their weight pressing him into the cold hard floor, snarling and glaring under his battered cowl, the black leather of the mask stained with dark red blood. Clark doubted it was his own. 

“Hold him still,” Lex snapped, and Clark could do nothing but watch as Luthor’s metal boot collided with Bruce’s skull with an awful clunk, the Bat’s fight momentarily coming to a stop before weakly picking back up. “Don’t fight, Batman. Or I’ll fill this room with so much Kryptonite our friend here won’t be alive to see what I have planned for you.” 

And just like that Bruce went perfectly still, only lifting his head just enough to meet Clark’s eyes across the room, his gaze hard and unwavering. 

He wished he shared his friend’s talent for staying so perfectly composed and unreadable under pressure. Clark felt like he was being held underwater, throat tight, pressure wrapped tight around his chest. 

Maybe it was just the Kryptonite eating away at his powers, slow and steady. 

But Lex was rounding on him again, leaving Batman pinned to the ground with blood dribbling down his chin, and Clark took a steadying breath. He was still the Man of Steel. Even in a room laced with Kryptonite, he was still Superman. He was going to get them both out of this. 

Before Clark could find his voice one of Luthor’s thugs struck at the back of Bruce’s head and another swung a boot at his ribs, the attack sudden enough that it managed to pull a pained grunt from Batman’s lips, his bared teeth stained red like a wounded animal. 

“Hey!” Clark’s voice sounded small to his own ears, nowhere near his usual bravado, and the outburst got him an amused eyebrow raise from Lex. “Leave him alone! He was cooperating!” 

“Hardly,” Lex sneered, but he raised a hand to signal a stop to the beating regardless. “These gentlemen I’ve hired happen to be from Gotham. Old Arkham inmates, actually. You can imagine they have a… personal vendetta against your friend here.” 

“He has nothing to do with this,” Clark said, heart leaping into his throat. They hadn’t gone to remove Bruce’s cowl, either a show of good faith from Luthor or- more likely- someone had tried and quickly become acquainted with the suit’s new security system. Clark had seen that electric shock knock a grown man off his feet. “You have me, Luthor. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Let him go.” 

“Call it insurance,” Lex said, pacing the distance between Bruce and Clark, hands clasped behind his back. “I’m making this very simple for you. Give me the Watchtower codes, or I’ll kill your friend.” 

“Superman,” Batman barked, sharp voice ringing clear across the empty laboratory. “Don’t you dare.” 

Clark turned to him, helpless, swallowing against the dread rising in his throat. He was losing his composure, falling apart at the seams, but Bruce just blinked at him, piercing blue gaze steady and cold, always enough to hold them both together. 

And Clark had known Bruce long enough to hear the unspoken words in his glare. Don’t do this. Don’t give them up for me. Do not put their blood on my hands. Please. 

Bruce would never forgive him for giving up. And, Clark reminded himself, he was still Batman. He always had a plan. Lex Luthor would not be what got in between Bruce and his mission. 

He nodded, chest tightening at the way Bruce visibly relaxed, and turned back to Lex, fighting to keep his face impassive. Controlled and unbothered. He knew it was useless. “You know I can’t do that.” 

Luthor didn’t look surprised, matching Superman’s response with equal nonchalance. “Fine. Have it your way.” 

The next moment happened in a horrifying blur, Clark feeling almost disconnected from his own body as he watched everything happen around him in what felt like slow motion, distantly aware of Bruce’s eyes locked onto his, a weak tether to keep him grounded.

Lex snapped his fingers and the back door opened again, two more of Lex’s henchmen stepping into the room carrying… something in between them. It looked like a metal container, barely a few feet in length and width. The container was set down in front of Batman, the metal meeting the cement floors with a heavy thud, and Clark could see the gears turning in Bruce’s head, eyes glazing over with something he couldn’t quite get a read on. 

The henchmen started moving, pacing the room for supplies under Lex’s watchful eye, and the anticipation left Clark restless, weakly pulling at his chains again. 

It wasn’t until the sound of rushing water filled the room, a long green hose now hooked up to the far wall, that ice cold realization began to settle in Clark’s gut. 

“Luthor,” he called, hating the uneasiness seeping into his tone so easily. “What are you doing? Luthor!” 

Lex didn’t respond, but Clark had a pretty good idea of where this was going when the billionaire stepped aside, allowing his men to drape the hose over the side of the container, filling it to the brim. 

Bruce, to his credit, didn’t react to the commotion around him. Not in a way that would be visible to anyone who didn’t know him, anyway. But Clark had known Batman for years now. Bruce was a heartbeat Superman could pick out in a crowd without any effort, the steady rhythm as familiar to him as his own. Clark could see the way he held himself tense, jaw clenched, something like uncertainty flickering in blue eyes. 

And Clark couldn’t even move an inch closer. 

The container was filled, the room still and quiet as the henchmen hurried back out of the room like they’d never been there in the first place, leaving Batman to be manhandled to his knees by the Gotham thugs, Lex taking a careful step back when Bruce bared his teeth again. 

Everything moved with a synchronized precision, like this was just another experiment, something they were trained to carry out without a hint of remorse. 

Like the room didn’t carry the air of watching a man being led to the gallows. 

Nobody spared Clark another glance, no matter how much he struggled or how loud he screamed. It was like he wasn’t even here. Like Lex knew he wouldn’t look away. Batman kept trying to look in his direction, his glances almost frantic, but it was impossible to hold his gaze for long with the way he was being yanked around. 

Luthor waited until Batman was thoroughly pinned, the men keeping him hovered over the water, before striding dangerously close, and something fierce and protective sparked to life in Clark’s chest. 

“I’m sure you think you have something up your sleeve, Batman.” He reached out a hand, and Clark felt sick from something far more than just the Kryptonite chains when Lex delicately traced the ears of the cowl, fingers eventually moving to rest almost gently on the top of the mask. He didn’t miss the way Bruce twitched, unable to move away. “So I’ll reiterate. Try anything, and I flood this room with enough Kryptonite to kill Superman in seconds.” 

And then, before Clark could so much as scream, Lex grabbed the back of Bruce’s neck and plunged his head underwater. 

“No!” 

Bruce didn’t even fight, motionless under the hands holding him down, and Clark realized that it didn’t matter whether Lex had been bluffing or not. Bruce wouldn’t take that chance, not when Clark’s life was on the line. Any escape plan was off the table.

This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. This was not how Bruce was going down, Clark knew him better than that. He had a backup plan, a way out, an idea forming in that brilliant head, he always did. He always did. 

Where the hell was the League? 

It wasn’t until Bruce started to thrash, bound hands curling into fists behind his back, that the reality began to fully settle in, panic rising to something suffocating. 

There was no backup plan. There was no one coming. There was no escape. And Batman was drowning- Bruce was drowning just a few yards away, and there wasn’t a damn thing Clark could do about it. 

With nothing else to do but pull thrash desperately in his restraints and fight to see through his blurry vision, Superman found himself spiraling, frantically trying to piece together a solution, an idea, anything. 

How long can Batman hold his breath? Longer than a normal human, Clark was sure of that. Bruce prepared for every possible scenario, trained his body to go past its limits, pushing himself to the brink night after night. 

He could hold out for a few minutes. Just a few more minutes. The team would track them down and Flash would be there in seconds to pull Batman out of the water and get Superman out of his chains. 

Any minute now. 

Batman’s thrashing was growing desperate, armor crashing against the side of the metal tub with his flailing, and the goons were clearly struggling to hold him down as the Bat’s body fought on instinct alone, his will for survival always his greatest weapon. They were sitting on his legs now, leaning all their weight into his back, forcing him deeper into the water. 

Clark had lost his super hearing long ago, the chains sapping him of his powers one by one. He couldn’t hear Bruce’s heartbeat anymore, but he could still hear the muffled, garbled noises coming from his friend, Batman fighting for every last bit of oxygen being ripped away from him. 

It couldn’t have even been three minutes before the water started to bubble, Bruce’s mouth forced open in a desperate breath for air he couldn’t have, and Clark just barely heard the choking, painful scream from underwater. 

“Luthor!” Any resolve he might have had, any act of defiance or honor or pride or loyalty to anything other than the man being killed right in front of him was gone. Superman might have held on, for the greater good. But right now, all that was left was Clark Kent. “Luthor, let him go! I’ll give you anything you want, just leave him alone! Please!” 

Luthor had removed his hand, stepping back to let the thugs have their way after the first few seconds, and he hadn’t once turned to watch the scene unfolding beside him, his eyes now only for Superman, a dangerous glow of triumph on his face. “You had your chance.” 

“Lex please.” He didn’t care that he was begging. It didn’t matter. “You’re killing him! Luthor!” 

“I did warn you, Superman.” 

“Lex!” 

There was an awful ringing in his ears, the world going gray and eerily silent as he pried his gaze away from Luthor and refocused on the scene in front of him.

If he made it out of this alive, no matter the outcome, Clark knew that image would be scarred in his head forever, replaying every time he shut his eyes. Bruce, roughly draped over the edge of the metal tub, head forced under the water, his desperate fight for life slowly dying down. 

“Batman!” he screamed again, like it would make a difference. Like Bruce could hear him. Like Clark could still save him. “Let him go! Please. Please, just let him breathe, please! Get off of him!” 

But no one was paying him any attention. The goons hadn’t glanced up once, sadistic grins never faltering as they held the Bat under, cackling excitedly amongst themselves as his struggles finally came to a stop. Lex just kept staring, smiling in the face of Superman’s desperation like he couldn’t even hear his pleads. 

Bruce went limp, but still nobody moved to pull him back to the surface. One of them shoved him in further, a hand fisted in the back of his cowl, and Clark saw red. 

It felt like an eternity before Batman was finally yanked out of the water, time moving in slow motion, the goons discarding his soaking wet form on the ground like a pile of trash. 

Get up, Clark thought, bile rising in his throat, the world spinning dangerously out of control. Get up, Bruce. Get up. You always get up. 

But Bruce didn’t get up, didn’t open his mouth to breathe, didn’t even move, and everything was still spinning. 

“What did you do?” Clark demanded, but his voice sounded weak to his own ears. “What did you do?” 

“Sending a message,” Lex said, uncaring, like he was talking about something as meager as the weather. Like Batman wasn’t lying still just a few paces away. Like that wasn’t Clark’s best friend unmoving and ghostly pale on the floor. “Maybe now you’ll be inclined to listen to my demands.” 

“Listen to your demands,” Superman echoed, hollow. Empty. The emotions were there, anger and sorrow and grief waiting just below the surface, but something in Clark was keeping him disconnected. Reality just out of his reach. “Listen to your demands? I- that… that was my best friend, Luthor. You… I’m going to kill you!” 

“Are you?” Lex asked with an infuriatingly smug raise of his eyebrow. “You should have done that earlier. It might have saved your friend’s life.” 

Clark thought he heard himself yell, wordless and furious and entirely pointless, his fight against the kryptonite chains still getting him nowhere, his struggles weaker than they’d been when Bruce was still breathing.

Bruce wasn’t breathing. His chest wasn’t rising, his lips were tinged blue, parted slightly, eyes behind the mask slipped shut. 

Get up, Clark thought again, more desperate by the moment. Get up. Please, Bruce. Please.

Lex was moving, wandering over to where Bruce lay, nudging the lifeless body with the toe of his boot like he was observing an animal carcass. Making sure the Bat was dead. 

He sure as hell looked dead to Clark. 

He’s not dead. He’s not dead, he isn’t dead. He’s fine. He’ll be fine. He’s always fine. 

He was The Batman. He wasn’t going to go out like this, silent and helpless at the hands of a few Gotham thugs Lex had paid to prove a point. 

But he wasn’t breathing. Bruce wasn’t breathing and he’d been under so long and Clark couldn’t… he couldn’t…

He thought Lex might have been saying something. Luthor was moving towards him again, his lips moving, but for the life of him Clark couldn’t make anything out, everything suddenly far away, silent. Like he was the one being held underwater. 

It proved not to matter, in the end.

The metal door flew off its hinges, slamming into the concrete with what Clark was sure would have been a deafening thud if his ears were working, a glowing green light flooding into the dingy room. 

The goons were reaching for weapons, Lex was scrambling back in alarm, but Clark couldn’t bring himself to care. The cavalry was here, minutes too late. Superman only had eyes for the body on the floor, the ghostly pallor of Bruce’s lifeless face now illuminated by Green Lantern’s ring, his armor like a puddle of shadows bleeding into the soaked floor. 

There was a gust of wing, a flash of color, and suddenly a red and yellow suit was standing in front of him, blocking his view. 

And that… that was the last straw. Not being able to see Bruce anymore broke something in him, everything rushing back with horrible clarity all at once.

“Flash,” he croaked, meeting the younger man’s wide eyes. “Flash-”

“I gotcha,” Barry said, like they weren’t already too late. “I’m getting you down, Supes. Just hang tight.” 

“Batman’s down,” Clark said, like they couldn’t see that. Like anything he did or said could make a difference. “He’s… I- I need-” 

“It’s okay,” Flash said, sounding for all the world like nothing more than a terrified kid. Clark couldn’t find it in himself to be the one comforting him this time. “It’s… Jesus, where did he even get this much Kryptonite.” 

Flash was already working on the cuffs, hands moving faster than Clark could possibly keep up with even when he had his powers. A part of him wanted to snap at Flash to hurry, that the Kryptonite wasn’t the issue right now. Nothing else mattered except getting to Bruce, making him breathe again. 

But he didn’t. He kept his mouth shut, too scared and exhausted to waste it on something as futile as anger towards his terrified teammate. 

 The chains came undone without warning, falling away like something useless, and Clark dropped to the ground like a stone. Or he would have, if Barry hadn’t been back at his side in the blink of an eye, arms wrapped around him, scrambling back in an effort to keep Superman’s weight upright. 

“Whoa, it’s okay,” Flash said again, breathless. “You’re okay, just breathe. We’re-” 

His words, a misguided attempt just to be helpful, spurred Superman back into action despite his body’s traitorous fatigue. He twisted out of Barry’s hold, grateful that the Flash willingly let him go without a fight, stumbling across the room in blind desperation. 

He had to get to Bruce. He had to.

The battle had clearly been finished quickly, everything still a blur of indistinguishable movement, Lex and his bloodthirsty goons somewhere out of Clark’s sight. It didn’t matter. 

J’onn was kneeling beside Batman, making no move to help- to do anything. The Martian was just staring, expressionless, and deep down Clark knew… he knew…

He knew it was because there was nothing left to do. 

But he couldn’t just give up so easily. Not on Batman. Bruce deserved better than that. 

“Move!” Any authority in his voice was lost by the way it trembled, the way his legs gave out as soon as he reached his teammates and he crashed to his knees, agony shooting through his battered body. “Get out of my way. Please.” 

“Superman-” 

He ignored whatever J’onn had been about to say, pushing past him with all the desperation of a dying man, unsteady hands finding Bruce’s face before he could think better of it, framing his jaw. 

He was so cold. His head lolled when Clark jostled him, his body completely limp, the cowl soaked through. Superman dropped his hand, yanking off Bruce’s glove and gauntlet as fast as he possibly could and pressing two fingers to his wrist. 

He’d never had to take a pulse before. He’d learned, of course, Bruce had been the one to insist on making sure he knew how in case of an emergency. In case of something like this. 

Clark had never thought he’d have to live through the reality of not being able to hear Bruce’s heartbeat. 

But here he was, just as lost as he would be if he still had his powers. Because Bruce didn’t have a pulse. 

“No.” He didn’t know who he was talking to. Maybe himself. Maybe Bruce. It still didn’t matter. “No, no no, B, no!” 

He fisted his hands into the edges of Bruce’s cape, clutching at him, stomach roiling when Batman remained unresponsive. He should be pushing himself up on his elbows, scowling at Clark for getting too close, shoving Superman away with a lecture about carelessness already falling from his lips. (Lips now tinged a horrible, deathly blue.)

Because he had to be okay. He was always okay. 

Superman was running on autopilot now, every survival instinct kicking into overdrive. His hands found Batman’s chest, numb hands digging into the armor, frantically starting the compressions he never would have dared to do if he was at full strength. Why hadn’t anyone bothered to do CPR yet? Why were they giving up so easily? 

Why wasn’t anyone helping him? 

Clark’s movements were frantic, the compressions a poor imitation of the proper rhythm, Superman slamming his crossed hands against Batman’s chest over and over again, his breaths coming faster and faster, the world drowned out by his own hyperventilating and panicked, pleading thoughts. 

If he’d been at full strength, he would have left Bruce’s chest caved in, in his misguided attempt to help, all control lost to his desperation. He wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t breaking a few ribs as it was. 

It doesn’t matter if he’s already dead, a traitorous, grieving voice whispered in the back of his head. It doesn’t matter what’s broken as long as he opens his eyes again. 

“Superman!” He knew someone was calling his name but it was all background noise, the voice indistinguishable. Nothing mattered except getting the water out of Bruce’s lungs. Nothing mattered except getting his heart to beat again. “Superman!” 

Bruce’s head lolled when Clark pushed harder, face still blank and body limp, water pooling out the side of his mouth. He made no move to cough it up, to struggle for air, to move to breathe. 

“Superman, you need to get off him!” There were hands on his shoulders, firm but steady, and Clark tensed when they started to gently tug him back. In the back of his mind, through the panicked haze, he could just barely register Diana’s presence, the tightness to her words, her voice in his ear. “Kal, listen to me!”  

Clark’s hands were being pried from Batman’s chest, an arm around his shoulders tugging him back, and Superman saw red. 

“No!” They were trying to take him away from Bruce. They were trying to tear him away, abandon Batman’s side, leave his best friend hurting and vulnerable and alone. He thrashed against the hold, fighting despite his growing weakness, giving everything he had left to get back to Bruce. “Let go of me! Let go, let me- he’s not breathing! He isn’t breathing!”  

“We know,” Diana said in his ear, tone unreadable. Clark didn’t stop struggling, didn’t let his movements slow for a second. Bruce needed him. “We know. You need to let us help him.” 

Nobody else was helping Bruce. Nobody was even trying. They’d just left him laying there, left to die in Lex’s warehouse, the life sucked out of him right before Clark’s eyes and nobody cared- 

“J’onn!” he heard Wonder Woman bark. “Help me with him!” 

No. No no no, they couldn’t… they couldn’t take him away. Bruce was dying, laying there defenseless and still (not dead, not dead he couldn’t be dead) and Clark needed to… he needed… 

There was the cold touch of something against his forehead, a pinching in his neck, and suddenly the world spiraled into darkness.

There was no gradual rise to awareness, no reality slowly filtering in, no realization dawning as clarity came back to his hazy mind. It didn’t happen slow. He didn’t get a chance to brace himself for the truth to hit.

Clark woke, and he knew Bruce was dead. 

He didn’t open his eyes, didn’t move a muscle, because he knew the second he did the grief would be unbearable. It was already settled heavy on his chest, looming over him, mocking him, waiting to strike as soon as he came back fully to the waking world. 

Clark’s head still felt fuzzy, his limbs stiff and sore. He could hear the beeping and whirring of machinery, felt the familiar cot under his back, and knew he was in the Watchtower’s medical bay. 

They’d brought him here after dragging Superman off Batman’s lifeless body. 

His powers were back, that much he could tell, though not quite at full power. His head was sluggish, throbbing in time to his beating heart, and he hadn’t even risked opening his eyes against the light yet. 

Clark could hear a second heartbeat in the room, muffled and a little disorientating, the sound nowhere near as clear as it would have been if his powers were at full capacity. 

It took him another moment to register the feeling, but as the world filtered back into focus, Clark latched onto the feeling of a warm hand tangled in his own, the hold firm and grounding, waiting at his bedside for Superman to wake. 

Diana, most likely. They’d… they’d both lost a close friend tonight. Neither one of them would be able to handle the weight of that grief alone. 

Not when it was Bruce. Not when it had been Clark’s fault. Not when they’d been minutes too late.

He didn’t want to open his eyes. He didn’t want to come back to reality, didn’t want to face that grief head on, didn’t want to let the crushing weight of mourning his best friend wash over him. He didn’t want to feel the guilt, feel the pitying stares of the team, the resenting glares of Batman’s family. 

But he couldn’t hide forever. 

Peeling his eyes opened felt like the strain of lifting a building from the ground (a feat he knew all too well) and a breathy wheeze escaped his lips as he forced himself to raise his head, white hot pain shooting through his skull. Clearly his powers weren’t anywhere near fully recovered. There was shuffling at his side, the hand in his own squeezing, and Clark stubbornly blinked against the blinding pain as the world came back into focus. 

Only to be met with familiar, tired blue eyes. 

It was nothing short of a miracle that he had the strength to shoot up as suddenly as he did, the world spinning dangerously for a moment while he gripped the cot’s flimsy sheets, struggling to balance his weight on weakened arms. 

Because Bruce was at his bedside, slumped against one of the notoriously uncomfortable plastic chairs, eyes bright with concern as he straightened at Clark’s sudden movement. 

He looked exhausted, face paler than usual, cheeks sunken, eyebags darker than Clark thought he’d ever seen them. He was in wrinkled civilian clothes that looked about two sizes too big, his hair was a mess, but he was alive. Bruce was awake and alive, just inches away from him, and Clark didn’t know what he was supposed to do. 

Bruce cleared his throat, the sound still wet and ragged, and Clark was immediately thrown back to the warehouse, to Batman choking underwater, to his fight slowing down before dying out completely. 

Clammy, cold skin against Clark’s shaking hands. No pulse. Lifeless. 

He flinched back before Bruce could so much as blink, his weakened body protesting the movement, squeezing his eyes shut like he could somehow dispel whatever nightmare he was still trapped in. “No.” 

“Clark-” 

“No, you’re dead.” He needed to wake up. Clinging to the impossible, torturing himself with his dead friend would only hurt worse than letting go. “You-” 

“I’m alright, Clark.” 

“No you’re not.” His voice was far away. Fading. Like a dream. It wasn’t real. “You… your heart stopped, you weren’t breathing, I… I couldn’t…”

“Clark-” 

“I couldn’t save you,” Clark whispered, small and helpless, unable to do anything but repeat it. “I couldn’t save you. There wasn’t… there wasn’t anything I could do.” 

Because it was true. Bruce had been under too long, unmoving for too long, left discarded without rescue breaths for too long. Even Batman couldn’t come back from that. Even Bruce’s heart couldn’t start beating again once it stopped for good.

“Please just… please-” 

“Clark.” A hand on his face, another around his wrist, and Clark went perfectly still. The touch was warm, and so achingly familiar. “Clark, it’s me. It’s me. I’m here, I’m alright. I’m alright, Clark.” 

Clark shook his head, but he squeezed the dream’s hand despite every instinct screaming at him to pull away. “You… I watched you die. I watched you die.” 

“I didn’t die,” Bruce corrected, like this wasn’t impossible, like this was just another argument in the meeting room. “I’m not dead, Kal. Look at me. Look at me. I’m right here next to you. Open your eyes, Clark. Look at me, please.” 

And even if this was a dream, a horrible twisted nightmare to spark false hope before it all came crashing down as some sort of penance, he’d never been able to deny Bruce anything. Not when he asked like that. 

He didn’t disappear right before Clark’s eyes when he finally risked a glance in the direction of Bruce’s voice. The warmth from his hand didn’t dissipate, and Superman blinked, tilting his head as he cautiously drank in the sight of his friend’s pale face. 

Bruce looked right back at him, awake and breathing, blue eyes undeniably exhausted and cloudy, but still bright and aware. Alive. 

“I… how did-” 

“I’m sorry,” Bruce said, and if he wanted to convince Clark this wasn’t a dream that certainly wasn’t the way to do it. “There was no way to… they got to you before I could warn you.” 

“Warn me?” 

“I wasn’t dead, Clark,” Bruce said plainly, mouth twitching when Clark just stared blankly. “Dick and I worked on a failsafe a few years ago. It’s a combination of toxins, it binds and blocks sodium channels. Keeps them from entering the cells.” 

“Bruce,” Clark choked, because his head was spinning, and there was no way he’d be able to keep up with this even at full strength. “Please.” 

“I poisoned myself,” Bruce said slowly, and for once Clark appreciated the drawn out tone. “Tetrodotoxin. It sent my body into paralysis, essentially. It lowered my heart rate and slowed my breathing enough to make me look dead to the human eye. I put it in a capsule in my tooth when I found out Lex was coming for me. Like a cyanide pill. You would have been able to pick up my heart rate, but-”

“You poisoned yourself,” Clark breathed. “While they were torturing you.” 

“They were going to kill me either way. I knew he was coming for me, and I knew that he would use my life as a bargaining chip. They already had you, all I could do was get a message to J’onn about an antidote so he’d know what to do when the League came for us.” 

“You… Bruce-” 

“I can hold my breath for over seven minutes,” Bruce continued, like this was fine, like Clark needed a damn mission report. “If Lex thought I was dead before that, he’d pull me out of the water, and it would give the League enough time to track our location.” 

“And what if he’d left you underwater?” 

“He didn’t,” Bruce said, and it might have been more convincing if the words weren’t followed by a wet, ragged cough. “And it worked. I’m fine, Clark. We got out.” 

“I… B, I thought…” And suddenly none of this mattered. It didn’t matter that Bruce was alive, that all of it had been fake, that they were safe in the Watchtower infirmary, Bruce already prepared to put all of this behind him, chuck it over his shoulders like every other horror he lived through every night, trauma no human man should ever shrug off so easily. 

It didn’t matter that this was Batman, that physical touch was something to be approached like disarming an active bomb, that there was every possibility he’d be shoved away so hard he’d fall right over the edge of the bed. 

Clark practically threw himself forward, wrapping his arms tight around his best friend and pulling him as close as he could, holding the man who had been nothing more than a corpse just hours ago and pressing his face into his shoulder. 

Bruce froze, stiff and unmoving for a terrifying heartbeat before forcing himself to relax, tension seeping from his muscles as his arms slowly moved to return the embrace, holding on just as tight. 

“You’re okay,” Clark said, more to himself than anything, barely a whisper into Bruce’s shirt. “You’re okay. You’re okay.” 

Bruce’s hand moved to cup the back of Clark’s head, trembling slightly when he ran his fingers through his hair. Something told Clark they’d both needed this. “I’m okay. I’m okay, Clark.” 

There was so much more Clark wanted to say, a million emotions rushing to the surface that he so desperately wanted to let spill out, the weight of their meaning sitting heavy on his chest like they had been for months now. 

But Bruce was leaning into his touch, heavy and exhausted with his breaths still far too ragged and labored, and Clark decided it could wait. Right now, he was more than happy to hold Bruce close like this, like he never planned on letting go. 

[sickficideas]

some hcs i’ve been thinking of recently …!

- dazai gets short of breath easily and coughs often due to his attempts at drowning leaving some water in his lungs

- ranpo gets stress induced low grade fevers when he feels that he messed up

- when fukuzawa first took in ranpo, ranpo got sick regularly bc his immune system got rather weak after living on streets

- firm believer that ranpo gets motion sick and that’s part of why he doesn’t care to learn how to take the train- he’s less likely to get asked to run errands since he needs to someone to with him. but eventually he’ll have to take the train and although he manages to figure it out, one of the members has to pick him up bc he feels so weak after emptying his stomach on the train

- kenji won’t eat for prolonged periods of time in case his ability is needed but this results in him getting dizzy and fainting when he gets up quickly

- yosano gets migraines when cleaning the infirmary because the chemicals irritate her

- sometimes when dazai falls asleep at his desk he’ll have nightmares and is so stressed out when he wakes up that he throws up

also ty for your blog T_T i love it so much we need more bsd sickfic people !!!!! love your content lots 🫡

when i read your fics i always feel inspired to start one myself lolol also sorry this is kinda long

ANON NEVER APOLOGIZE this is such a fantastic list and it's beautifully long i couldn't be more grateful for finding this in my inbox...AND THANK U SO MUCH i am so happy to create content for you guys and YOURE INSPIRING ME WITH THIS BEAUTIFUL LIST!! anon please write a fic you have great ideas!!! Send it to me if you do!!! until then u should totally send over some port mafia headcanons to match this list teehee😏

- the dazai ones are so...💔 the nightmares were things that he was able to easily brush off at first and he could chalk down the throwing up to just being hungover, but they get worse over time the more time he's away from the mafia, it gets so much harder for him to brush it off and he goes quiet for a while to process it. kunikida will take him over to the couch and encourage him to rest or distract himself and offers to stay with him, even if he's just doing his work real close by 💔 and you're so right i like the short of breath bit a lot, he will Die taking the stairs at the agency. begs atsushi to carry him whenever the elevator is out of service

- RANPOOOO....I never considered motion sick ranpo before but it's perfect 😭 that first time he went with atsushi he was probably like wait okay he doesn't know how to use the train but he gets motion sick too??😭😭 and the bit about him with a weak immune system i can totally imagine he and yosano as teenagers and she's taking care of him and teaching him ways to boost his immune system and take better care of himself💔 and she's always the first to notice those fevers while they're working and tries to coerce him into her office to chill out for a while 💔 she cares him so much

- i love yosano getting migraines she's so migraine sufferer coded...i love atsushi getting nauseous from the antiseptic bc of his very sensitive senses too and this is also fantastic...if he's ever helping her out and it gets too much for either of them she's like okay let's go run some errands and get some fresh air

- KENJI LITTLE BABY 😭😭😭 they all look after kenji very well i love that anthology where he overworks himself and at the end it says they all look after him better...he always thinks he's gotten used to not eating but if he gets excited and stands up too fast from his desk he'll pass out and scare everybody 😭😭😭😭

[roryintheir90s]

Do you associate any songs with the bandit au? 👀

OK OK BUT "I hear a symphony" by cody fry is so Martyn coded when it comes to Jimmy!

Also, classic, but "As the world Caves in" by Matt Maltese, the lyrics are so self explanatory. Just look at this:

"Midnight love" by girl in red, is also sooooo Jimmy, when it comes to how he see Martyn's and his relationship!

"Juliet" and "fool" by cavetown, soooooo Jimmy coded.

"Motion sickness" by Phoebe Bridgers, gives me Ren vibes in relation to Martyn.

I cant forget about "riptide" by vance Joy, first it gives me a little bit of the tavern cowboy vibes, but also it feels so right for Jim and Martyn.

plus i need to add "Sparks" by coldplay, it just pulls at my heart strings.

"Halley's Comet" by Billie Eilish is laterally about Jimmys feelings to Martyn, I cant take no for an answer. JUST LOOK!?!?!?!?!:

"The Romantic" by Lauryn Marie, kinda feels like Martyns relationship with Ren. Only kinda, bc the song is mostly about a girl who's a hopeless romantic but her partner INST like that, and she realizes she doesnt LOVE her partner but LIKES him.

"Happier than ever" by Billie eilish, actually reminds me of martyn and ren.

"Im not angry anymore" Paramore, OK BUT THATS TOTALLY RENS BANDITS CODED.

"Sandy Kim" acid ghost, Jimmy. Just Jimmy,. Listen to it, it will explain everything.

Lastly I think "Hello!" role model, feels like jim.

Gosh I went and rambled. the way I woke up to this ask only to run up to my Spotify and scroll through over 13 playlist to find these 😭

[double-j]

*stardust reblog challenge september masterlist*

[for all fics, check the stardust reblog challenge tag]

*reminder to please heed the author’s warnings on individual fics!*

TGM: jake hangman seresin fics:

winner, winner from @sunnysidevans​ 

all in. from @seasonsbloom​ 

sneak peak of call me jake p. 3 from @princessphilly​ 

and call me jake p. 3 itself from @princessphilly​ 

sneak peak of second installment to wingman's best friend from @softspiderling​​

and the 2nd installment itself, baby, you down? from @softspiderling​

country girl, shake it for me from @nomtterwhere​

home to me from @make-me-imagine​

hold my hand from @simpingrat​

helium p. 3 from @shouldershimmycity​​

home is where the heart is p. 3, p. 4, p. 5, p. 6, p. 7, & p. 8 from @imjess-themess​​ 

look away from @fuckyeahhangman​​

take me to bed from @siempre-bucky​​

always bet on red from @evansrogerskitten​​ 

major mistakes p. 1 , p. 2, p. 3, p. 4, & p. 5 from @archivallyfound09​​

come fly with me p. 3 & p. 4 from @bxwitched​​

birthday fic for writercole from @callsign-phoenix​​

all of my past, i tried to erase it from @hufflepuffprincesse​​

please, daddy? from @callsign-valley​​

the echo (or the answer) p. 1, p. 2, p. 3, p. 4, & p. 5 from @anniesocsandgeneralstore​​

teaching you respect from @enchanting-eloquence​​ 

and the sequel, the boss from @enchanting-eloquence​ 

she's mine? p. 1 from @writercole​​

magic jake from @evansrogerskitten​ 

little bug from @imjess-themess​

motion sickness (p. 5 of warning: do not engage) from @clints-lucky-arrow​​

flyboy prom & “uncle jake is hurting my sheep” & a drunk confession (part of the flyboy universe which you need to read) from @kryptonitejelly​​

the joker from @gogobootz1​​

strawberries from @siempre-bucky​​

view from the friendzone from @princessmisery666​​ 

soulmate AU from @princessphilly​

friends to lovers prompts from @danny-cordray​​ 

drunk and tired from @obsessedasusual​​

my feet can’t touch the bottom of you from @sunderlust​​ 

wore me down from @writercole​

and follow up the offer from @writercole​ ​

and follow up cross the line from @writercole

a ghost playing hangman p. 8 from @lostdreamr-blog1​​

like the movies, hangman from @ilyasorokinn​​ 

opposites attract p. 2 & p. 3 from @topguncortez​​

and follow up blurb “it’s not my fault you keep turning me on” from @topguncortez​

and follow up fic code baby from @topguncortez​

“this is a one time thing” from @callsign-valley​

adore you from @winchesterandpie​​

party of two p. 1 from @wombtotombx​​

“you could punch me in the face and i would still want you ngl” from @seasonsbloom

satisfied p. 1, p. 2, p. 3, p. 4, p. 5, p. 6, p. 7, & p. 8 from @geniedocroe​​ 

you again p. 1, p. 2, & p. 3 from @ereardon​​

when we were young p. 1 & p. 2 from @andreaaamustdie​​

noughts and crosses p. 3 & p. 4 from @poetryinsilence​​

icarus and the moon p. 1 & p. 2 from @reverierogers​​ 

wingman, or more? p. 3 & p. 4 from @thebeautifullydamnedone​​ 

he loves me, he loves me not from @make-me-imagine

come over here and overwhelm me p. 9 from @anniesocsandgeneralstore

fake dating with hangman from @callsign-valley 

self defense from @thesewordsareallihavetogive​

when life gives you oranges (cruel summer p. 1) from @reverierogers 

pink stripes from @heartsofminds​

no callsigns from @justfandomwritings​ 

kinda might, sorta like, love you a little bit from @theharddeck​

i know you want it, do-si-don’tcha from @theharddeck 

loud and clear from @theonetrueneohero​

does the father know? from @topguncortez

we used to be in love p. 3 from @honeypiehotchner​ 

velvet from @siempre-bucky 

slow burn p. 1, p. 2, & p. 3 from @ereardon 

just not enough for you p. 1 from @thedaredevilsgirl​ 

kissin’ strangers from @simpforrooster​ 

oh, baby, baby! from @katcoquette​ 

too many games & who’s winning? from @katcoquette 

TGM: bradley rooster bradshaw fics:

trouble in paradise p. 1.2, p. 1.3, p. 1.4, & 1.5 from @sunlightmurdock​ 

and who says love should break us when we fall? from @hufflepuffprincesse

monday to friday from @wildbornsiren​

blackwood p. 4 , p. 5, & p. 6 from @deadratio​

honeymooning from @mothdruid 

an unlikely affair from @mouseymagines​ 

sweet reunion from @greymoonfeelings​ 

think straight from @mothdruid 

are we still friends p. 3, p. 4, p. 5, & p. 6 from @perpetuelledaydreaming​ 

faking it p. 2, p. 3, p. 4, & p. 5 from @tongue-like-a-razor​

walking in on rooster from @seasonsbloom 

one for this history books p. 1, p. 2, p. 3, p. 4, p. 5, p. 6, p. 7, p. 8 , p. 9, p. 10, & p. 11 from @pisupsala​ 

crash into you blurb & the follow up fic w/ prologue, p. 1, p. 2, & p. 3 from @knoxsunday​

pursuit from @sunlightmurdock 

sneak peak of blooming p. 4 from @heartsofminds

ghost rider p. 1, p. 2, p. 3, p. 4, p. 5, & p. 6 from @wishfulwithwine​

talk to me, lucky p. 5 & p. 6 from @callsignlucky​

would you stay if she promised you heaven? (aka wouldn't you love to love her p. 3) from @coyotesamachado​

and even when we're wrong in every way, we come out the other side okay p. 2.1 from @gretagerwigsmuse​

rainfall p. 5 from @vintagemulti​ 

storm warning p. 1 & p. 2 from @hufflepuffprincesse  

daydreaming p. 2 & p. 3 from @moondancediner 

flight risk p. 2 from @hufflepuffprincesse

ceasefire prologue & p. 0.1 from @sunlightmurdock 

uncle brooster from @notroosterbradshaw​ 

is it working for you?, p. 2, & p. 3, p. 4, p. 5, p. 6, p. 7, p. 8, & p. 9 from @roosterforme​

won’t you keep lettin’ me love you for a long time from @sunderlust

steady p. 1, p. 2, & p. 3 from @callsign-valley 

all or nothing p. 2, p. 3, & p. 4 from @princessmisery666 

show me from @tongue-like-a-razor 

your hands only. from @scoutwritesworld​ 

speak now (or forever hold your peace) from @softspiderling

enchanted from @feralforfrank​

jealousy, jealousy from @feralforfrank 

the beach disaster from @feralforfrank

and follow up the blackout from @feralforfrank

skyrockets in flight, afternoon delight from @gretagerwigsmuse 

drive my car from @gogobootz1 

“you know you don’t have to” from @topguncortez

till forever falls apart & i’ll always feel the way i felt from @reverierogers 

wishful drinking from @thebeautifullydamnedone

something to come home to from @abliafina-18782​

game night from @dreamingathighaltitude​ 

don’t think, just do from @evanrogerskitten

the arrangement from @croimilis​ 

stay? from @winchesterandpie 

my future in you, p. 1, p. 2, p. 3, p. 4, & p. 5 from @sunlightmurdock 

whatever it takes, & p. 1 from @imjess-themess

holy terrain & adoration from @revolution-starter​

altitude p. 1, p. 2, p. 3, p. 4, & p. 5 from @tongue-like-a-razor

sippin on fire p. 1, p. 2, & p. 3 from @youlightmeupfinn​

who did this to you? from @callsign-valley 

i have a blackbelt in taekwondo from @greenorangevioletgrass​

my forever, every day from @theharddeck 

the relationship experience from @notroosterbradshaw 

afterglow p. 1 & p. 2 from @reverierogers

the secrets we keep p. 1 & p. 2 from @roosterscock​ 

TGM: robert bob floyd fics:

kill bob from @imjess-themess

weather the storm from @wildbornsiren​

you didn't ask from @writercole​

home movies (swoon p. 2) from @goosewithtwoos​​ 

just shut up, p. 2, & p. 3 from @green-ville​​ 

enlightened from @writercole​

coin toss from @wyn-n-tonic​

morning after from @mothdruid

TGM: miscellaneous fics:

mouth open, you’re high p. 1 & p. 2 ft. bradley rooster bradshaw & jake hangman seresin from @revolution-starter​ 

one night in fightertown ft. beau cyclone simpson from @zablife​ 

cabin in the woods teaser ft. multiple from @katcoquette

NHL fics:

feels like home from @baevillier​ (n.mackinnon)

sometimes early, sometimes on time, and sometimes late from @apoormansyou​ (d.hamilton) 

playing pretend from @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69​ (a.svechnikov) 

till forever falls apart, bonus chapter: dad in charge from @pucksalotguys​ (n.mackinnon)

that which we are, we are prologue from @spine-buster​ (n.mackinnon)

you are in love from @raysofcrosby​ (m.tkachuk)

the seasons are changing and so are we from @matthewtkachuk​ (t.seguin)

credence (j.anderson) from @princessphilly

call me crosby p. 1, p. 2, p. 3, p. 4, & p. 5 from @barzzal​ (s.crosby)

to love again p. 2 from @pucksalotguys (s.crosby)

to sail beyond the sunset prologue from @spine-buster (s.crosby)

you’re the king, baby i’m your queen from @antoineroussel (e.johnson)

Outer Range fics:

dilf!rhett and babysitter from @hangmanapologist​

bingo:

B1: secret identity B2: domesticity B3: illness/injury: courtesy of @sunlightmurdock​ B4: time travel B5: enemies to lovers: courtesy of @evansrogerskitten​

I1: song fic: courtesy of @feralforfrank​ I2: secret relationship: courtesy of @imjess-themess​ I3: holiday fic I4: friends to lovers: courtesy of @make-me-imagine​ I5: mutual pining: courtesy of @poetryinsilence​

N1: found family: courtesy of @nomtterwhere​ N2: slow burn: courtesy of @callsign-valley​ N3: FREE SPACE N4: college au: courtesy of @reverie rogers N5: fix-it fic: courtesy of @geniedocroe​ 

G1: x original character: courtesy of @coyotesamachado​ G2: marriage of convenience: courtesy of @callsign-phoenix​ G3: proposal/wedding: courtesy of @softspiderling​ G4: huddle for warmth G5: fantasy au: courtesy of @anniesocsandgeneralstore​

O1: modern au: courtesy of @imjess-themess O2: women in stem: courtesy of @knoxsunday​ O3: disabled character O4: fighting/making up O5: amnesia

[phoenixfangs]

okay so the hate on photorealism in video games is kinda goofy to me ngl. like, its fine to have a preference for stylized visuals (i definitely do!), but a game is not Better for it just on the face of it

and like, as a webbed site of creatives, are NONE of u interested in the mechanics of developing a photorealistic experience?? like the process of looking at something in real life and recreating it through art as closely to real life as possible isnt fascinating?? motion capture is sick as hell, especially because its not 2011 anymore and we dont have quantic dream/heavy rain as like the Peak of what mocap is capable of. supermassive i think does a good job with their realism. until dawn has some goofiness with how big the expressions needed to be for the mocap to work, and there are parts where u can Tell it was animated manually, poorly (joshs mental break in the mines... there are parts that are kinda oof), but otherwise overall it still looks pretty damn good to me! and brenda song in the quarry is like, there are moments where i feel like i am actually looking at the real life brenda song (particularly when shes in the car at the junkyard and screaming for dylan to get the damn werewolf off the car, that moment in specific looks Incredible to me)

and thats just people. developing accurate to real life physics/visuals for objects and like grass and water and stuff, does it not enchant yall to know that somebody, a team, whatever, had to meticulously plan that and build it? and even if its not absolutely indistinguishable from real life, isnt it cool how good it Does look? i feel like people say shit like 'its a video game i know what im looking at isnt real, why do they even try' and its like Fucking Duh, we all know that, the devs know that, but they do it because its COOL. and also sometimes maybe it fits the tone of the story or the play experience Better than stylization, idk

im not trying to say that stylization is less work than photorealism, but i also dont think the opposite is true, either. i dont think photorealism is less work than stylization. it ALL depends on manpower from artists that are passionate about their craft.

and again, as a webbed site of artists, i find it strange to bash photorealism and say its worse than stylization at all. like would any of u say half the shit u say about photorealistic games to a painter that works with photorealism? i dont think u would, because u understand that a painter is still responsible. a human artist created that. to me its the same with photorealistic games, people still have to design and model and code and animate all dat shit, and it has just as much opportunity to be impressive and impactful as a stylized game does

[motherboardmania]

can spinner get motion sick or is xe immune? cause of the rotating thing

OH THIS IS A FUN QUESTION

ok so. even with the ability to rotate: xe doesnt really tend to do it. its an ability xe Has but... doesnt frequently use.

im absolutely sure that if they COULD feel motion sickness, he would. because she doesnt really rotate xyrself often, xe wouldnt be used to it n it might make him sick. sorta like how if you play vr for the first time in months it can make you a bit sick, but then its fine after you get used to it again.

but even with that, spinner has like. schrodingers organs. and you kinda need organs to feel sick. so i think if xe DID feel sick it would probably like, depend on a few factors

mostly like. Did xe eat recently? because eating obviously involves the use of organs its like. Yeah xe would feel sick. but spinner also cant really throw up bc there Isnt anything to throw up (see: schrodingers organs. its weird n code-y in there. xe eats something n it just gets converted into code fuckery instantly with no waste or food remains. it takes time to process but like... the food itself is instantly Gone thats just digestible code now)

anyways. tl;dr. yes and no. Yes if xe has eaten recently and therefor are actively using her weird pseudo-organs to process it. otherwise no. and not at all if theyve gotten used to rotating frequently

[pain-suffering-even]

headcanons: Fujishima Tatsumi

content warnings for mentions of anorexia

Quick headcanons -

Name: Fujishima Tatsumi

Age: 22

Gender: Male

DOB/Place: June 11th, 2037 in Tokyo, Japan

Rank/Type: S Rank Fighter

Guild/Occupation: Draw Sword Guild

Past Occupation(s): Student at Tokyo university

Skills:

Weapons: Sword

Family: Fujishima Keiko (mom) (alive)

Agawa Osamu (dad) (divorced) (alive)

Core headcanons -

Hidden talent: Good at the trombone 

Favorite food: Egg rolls 

What motivates them: Staying safe for his mom, 

Treasured possession: The bento boxes his mom would send him in college 

Deepest secret: He was (and mildly is) anorexic and does not like his body 

Best/Worst thing to happen to them: Joining the Draw Sword Guild/Going to college early 

Random memories: His mom taking care of him when he had a really bad fever and feeling really bad when she got it a few days later, participating in his first car race and being unable to fall asleep that night from the sheer adrenaline rush of it, staying up late to play Undertale and sobbing so hard at the ending that he had to skip class the next day, annoying everyone on campus as he practices the trombone as he does his best to perfect Darth Vader’s theme, getting irritated with the coding on a certain part of one of his projects and getting so angry that he shattered the windows in the building and was quietly asked to leave for the day, getting so motion sick when driving through hill country for the first time, 

Best friend/Worst enemy: Ishida Mari/himself

Good/Bad traits: Funny, passionate, smart, /Impulsive, independent, stubborn, defensive 

Things they’ve done/like to do: Steal car parts from the junkyard, work on engineering projects in his university’s lab, play video games, create the most illegal car engine ever, participate in equally illegal car racing, create little robots to carry things around his apartment, blast the trombone outside his most hated professors building,   

Personality type: “Adventurer” ISFP-T (41% extraverted, 59% introverted; 41% intuitive, 59% observant; 47% thinking, 53% feeling; 28% judging, 72% prospecting; 49% assertive, 51% turbulent)

Nervous habit: Make sarcastic self deprecating jokes or puns, laughing,

Things they’re afraid of: His body being seen, 

Things they want to accomplish: Mastering Megalovania on the trombone, finishing his ideal car at last, creating a robot dog that can understand voice commands so he can make it fetch tools for him, getting another tattoo from Kanae, race in Tokyo using his tricked up car

Additional headcanons -

He was studying to be an engineer. It means he can build wacky shit whenever he feels like it. Therefore? Also the car guy of the group. He's got his own tricked out ride that is probably illegal but its fine

That calm exterior is a sham. He's a bit of an adrenaline junkie

He's also a gamer but is much more competitive compared to the others and doesn't really play well with others in that sense. Instead he just shows them all the hacks and does his best to not become a backseat gamer

(he means well, it's just… if you could just hit it right the first time… the battle would've been over a while ago… would you like to let him have a go?)

Freckle man. He's got 'em all over his body. Kinda extremely shy about it

Also incredibly defensive. About himself, his friends, etc. He was like this even before his awakening. Would have to be held back from fighting others

Despite being an S rank he fucking loves roller coasters. It's incredibly fun to sit next to him because the man sounds like he's having the time of his life while everyone else is like dude. bro. we're going 5 mph

Kanae is the only one that knows about his tattoo. it's a Japanese dragon wrapped around his thigh and was a bitch to get done but it looks cool as hell. He doesn't show it off much though cause he's a bit shy

He’s woken up everyone one time when he lit his room on fire after fucking around a little too much with his car engine and no one has let him live it down since

Their Timeline

Age 8: tatsumi finishes elementary

Age 9: his parents divorce

4 years pass

Age 13: gates appear, he gets his S rank + leaves for college despite being an S ranker

3 years pass where Tatsumi is ostracized and bullied

Age 17: he’s has to pause college for a year after his mom discovers his anorexia

Age 18: continues college (slowly, he's being given special treatment)

Age 19: fully drops out of college + joins the Draw Sword Guild

3 years pass

Age 22: now

[ilianaoftroy]

Watched 9-1-1 7x02 last night and while I fully accept it as a silly weewoo show for me I did have two things that bugged me and I'm going to go on a stupid rant about it. A tropical storm to cat 5 hurricane in like maybe an hour? Totally unexpected? Like meteorologists get things wrong but that seems extreme.

More important, why did the show do general practitioners like that? That portrayal of the doctor unable to handle the sight of a gun shot wound was honestly kinda rude. I get the joke is he's a cruise ship doctor, he just hangs out, but he still went to med school, and residency, and cruise ships definitely have people with real medical problems including accidentally slicing the shit out of your hand, heart attacks, falls, whatnot. I'm not saying he should have jumped in and sewed the guy up, he's not a surgeon, but packing the wound? Absolutely.

General practitioners are in short supply and incredibly important in maintaining and monitoring your long term health and yes, addressing basic little medical problems like motion sickness. They work in hospitals and do rounds, and in school do rotations in both the ER and the OR, they run codes. They are doctors. Let's not make a mockery of GPs. COVID wasn't that long ago, did we already forget the risks medical staff faced?

[hellcatinnc]

Bungo Stray Dogs Season 5 Anime Review

Includes Spoilers

First part of this season by episode 5 I was disgusted. You see the team get back together well partially and then watch each die. The moment I saw them kill of Akutagawa I went sick. Literally watching them hurt Tachihara irritated me.

They were killing people off left and right and you also saw them all start getting turned into vampires because of Fukuchi that runs the hunting dogs. He is almost invincible I mean I used to think that Fyodor was the worst but this guy is way worse. I would much rather deal with Fyodor, however him killing (knocking him out fingers crossed) Sigma annoyed me cause Sigma grew on me.

I thought Dazai had knocked him off by drowning him to find out SOB still survived. But when that vampire shoved that pole into his stomach I almost rejoiced like if it was the wicked witch dead kinda thing. As time goes on its not hard to see Ranpo is the one controlling most of this season. Its different because he is always the one that only steps up in criminal things but damn this boy taking over and stepping up and being in control and dominant makes him so hot.

Watching Fukuzawa get stabbed broke my heart was so glad it ended up not killing him. Then I had to watch him his childhood best friend which brought me to tears. I hated Fukuchi it felt like no one could beat that asshole not even Jouno.

Is it bad I still feel like Jouno reminds me of saint germain in code realize lol.

I loved how Kenji handle things with Tetchō Suehiro, because he flipped his shit and honestly I had no clue this boy was so deadly he looks so cute all the time. Haha guess you really do have to worry about the sweet looking ones. I mean take Ranpo this season he stepped his shit up so much that I felt like season 4 and 5 gave him a directive of who he was. Not gonna lie though I was worry Kenji would kill him and that would have been a waste cause Tetchō Suehiro is hot.

The vampire king Bram the connection he made to Aya Koda then for you to see its because she reminds him of his daughter that I presume died or he lost. Then when she saves him and he bows before her I loved it he was like I'm lord and count but in this moment I am your knight, that was sweet and honorable too.

I didn't like Akutagawa being a vampire however at the very end when him and Atsushi were taking in that last fight I loved know that Akutagawa was back to his normal self as hot as ever.

I feel like season 5 was all over the place however its a season that keeps you on edge because when you think you know whats going to happen something happens changing that. I will say after all the seasons this is still by far my favorite anime because there are hot guys in it, great voice actors, cool characters and abilities, it has the ability to make me laugh, get angry, get happy, and cry all in one show. Thats not something you find often and for that reason I can't wait for more of this show.

Some other honorable mentions of this season. Dazai of course even though he was behind the scenes alot he was also deep in Fyodor's head and the reason that man is dead. Then psycho dude Nikolai Gogol weird he is a cool looking character but I swear he is sadistic and weird and the reason why the set in motion for the detective agency to get so messed up. He can look cool just wish he would look cool and shut up.

Chuuya pretending to be a vampire was different like to me there wasn't enough Chuuya in this season and I would have loved to see him as a vampire without the stupid red eyes. I thought they really messed up the look of the vampires in that way.

Also this was a cool move Akutagawa did and is it just me but before he became a vampire that man got hotter, maybe its just cause I went season 4 without him and Chuuya for the most part so I became touch starved by these men.

Granted some of the others were in the picture but very little besides Atsushi he is always the heart in the background or in the front and I love him for that. Not to mention when him and Akutagawa fight and he gives the were tiger his power too so bad ass.

Anyways now I get to go through withdraw until a new season however you can plan to see some fan fic some hot and steamy as well as fluff of these sexy men. If you have yet to see it definitely check it out. Its not normally my type but the characters are so relatable, sexy, charming etc you won't want to stop watching.

[bayleaf-2]

Tried out StimuWrite!

Again still recovering from burnout so this is kinda. Shaky and also StimuWrite testing would best be done post state testing but like. I tried it out! it was fun! side note you can pause the backgrounds, and beware of the portal one if you get motion sick (transcript in image id if the resolution got borked)

Context for people not in this campaign: We're fighting the goddess of Life and she can split people into different parts of themselves. Parts, not like. Points in time or versions, although parts tend to align with chronological order.

God i hope i explained that right or that the stuff I wrote gives you an inkling. Sorry dm if I completely misheard you there was background noise and I probably shouldn't have been up

Oh also im. updating lyras toyhouse code. ill post that at some point probably [thumbs up emoji]

[indigogirled]

hey

why are you interacting with me on main i specifically told you to not do that shoo fly