#this is short but i. have a headache.

[m1d-45]

i’ve let deity of styling creator exist too long without even the slightest bit of angst…. i’m going to fix that real quick and then my brain will finally calm down about this batshit wild dress-up game i prommy 

(also my excuse for no designer’s reflections was being able to summon people out of nowhere that can also do wild insane shit is op but then i remembered. this is the “you are op” genre. so we’re keeping the reflections i changed my mind. teyvat in this scenario is made up of converted styling power so they’re still summonable or whatever. that might be a thing for later, maybe not. who knows.)

ignoring that tho. imposter au, except now you have your two companions by your side. they may not be the targets of the hunt, but as accessories to the imposter, they’re also technically criminals. they're in danger, just by being around you.

(“please,” you beg them, “i don’t want either of you getting hurt. they won’t go after you if you leave - i can’t lose you - please please save yourselves.”)

(“no,” nikki responds, holding your hands with a gentle smile, “i’m sure things will turn out fine in the end. i’ll protect you.”)

(“me too! i’ll protect you too!” momo cries, jumping into your lap.)

it’s to be expected, then, that at some point, they’d be used against you. you’re running, momo in your arms, when you realize that, oh shit, nikki’s not with you. did she get separated? is she lost? where is she where is your friend—

there’s a loud voice, a threat disguised as a challenge: turn yourself over if you want your accomplice back. you immediately turn and run, momo yelping but hanging on tighter as you run back to the very army you were trying to escape. it’s a horrific fucking sight that you return to, nikki held hostage by a soldier.

(even with the tears just barely held back, she does her best to keep a steely glare. your dear, brave nikki.)

“you or her.” the answer is immediate in your mind - you would always choose her life over yours, but nikki keeps yelling at you to run, she’ll be fine, go! but you can’t leave her, not when she refused to leave you, not when you both still have to return to miraland. everybody’s yelling and threatening and pleading and it’s too much, you just need everything to stop-!

the world listens, and the world freezes. your styling power grabs at the fabric of the world and tugs, tugs until it rips into the pattern of your choosing. you don’t know how or why it happened, but you don’t care enough to wonder about it right now, moving forward to grab nikki and get the fuck out of there.

by the time the world starts moving forward again, you’re all running, nikki’s hand firmly in your own and momo tucked under your other arm.

(later that night, you all try to ignore how close you were to disaster. momo complains about his hunger, nikki laughs and promises to get him bbq the second you return to miraland, and you… think. you already knew that there was some kind of styling power in this strange world, but nikki, who was already such a powerful stylist, could barely manipulate it the same way she could in miraland, taking great effort to even summon a designer’s reflection to bring supplies or throw off pursuers. yet you were able to weave it to your will with ease - maybe it has something to do with your godhood? but this isn’t miraland, the deity of styling shouldn’t have any sway here…)

ik i said this would be the last one but it turned out longer than i thought and i STILL have another thought so i’ll be back with that and then i’ll be free from my shining nikki chains…. Probably.

(also. blood curse anon is probably right about the body count considering that we also have everybody who died in delmond, everybody who would theoretically die in every calamity, the war… the OTHER war… this isn't even bringing love nikki into mind so that probably ups the body count a bit. also this is my official vouch to play shining nikki you have plot AND you get to dress up in pretty clothes. it has everything) - teddy anon

oooo that’s good that’s interesting….. reader accidentally using powers they didn’t know existed….

um what. what do you mean curse anon is right about the body count. what. what wars. what’s. is shining nikki ok. how is she still shining when the air carries the death of thousands. how do people theoretically die. i’m both not asking you to flood my inbox w lore but am also very intruiged.

i know this isn’t really addressing the main body of your ask but i. don’t know what to say. it was good. i would say more if i could, swear—

[hinamie]

second years designs :D only have a few more characters left to do this has gone so quick ,,

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[letsgetitblog]

This idea came out of nowhere- maybe I'll do the same with the others as well or mix it up if this one makes it out the hood lol 🤷🏾‍♀️

[the-ace-with-spades]

I have the urge to write a seven-season-long medical drama, so here is a concept for Top Gun Hospital AU with ER hate-to-love hangster AU that no one asked for.

as a warning: this is a bit incohesive and silly

All the aviators are doctors and all the WSOs are nurses. With the exception of Bradley (but there’s an explanation for it).

Mav — cardiothoracic surgeon; Ice — former neurosurgeon and Chief of Surgery, current Head of Patient and Medical Services (so, entirely admin). I imagine they have the same kind of relationship as House and Cuddy in this, including Ice keeping an entire legal team for Mav’s unconventional practice methods. They've met during med school and had been rivals up until they both finished general surgery residency. Slider is an OR nurse turned anesthesia nurse. Goose was an ER nurse and met Mav during his rotation as a med student and died after an incident in the ER during Mav’s residency (that was the moment he switched from emergency medicine to surgery).

Phoenix — emergency, but she managed the impossible (like Mav) and switched from obgyn residency after the first year (only chose obgyn in the first place because of her mom, a renowned obgyn in Oregon), she's still really passionate about the obgyn field but didn't enjoy the work enough to do it for the rest of her life; Javy — general surgery; Payback — emergency with sub-spec in pediatrics; Friz — respiratory medicine; Omaha — oncology; Yale — ortho surgery.

Bob — a former OBGYN nurse, left because of a toxic work environment, working in the ER six months now, Phoenix's favorite nurse now, duh; Fanboy — started in peds oncology, had to switch because it was too hard on him mentally and is now peds emergency; Halo — started as a palliative care nurse, switched to oncology after a few years; Harvard — OR nurse, switched from general team to ortho

Hangman is the new trauma surgeon starting in their ER. Born and raised on a ranch, was expected to take over the ranch but never wanted to. Thankfully, he had too perfect grades to not send him to college — his parents wanted him to be a vet, which obviously didn’t happen, so he could stay close to the family business. He moved to California for his MD. He has terrible bedside manners with patients and patients’ family, but is surprisingly decent with kids, has lost respect for nurses sometime during his first residency year, and had a terrible case of Ego hit him during his trauma surg fellowship.

Now, about Rooster:

Bradley got into a pre-med program, Mav (who had set up Bradley’s college fund) said he’s not going to pay for it since he doesn’t want Bradley to be a doctor (long hours, lack of work-life balance, burnout, high stress, etc. It was more complicated because Mav still has the Goose trauma). So they had the fallout, Bradley moved out and deferred college to find a way to pay for it and, wanting to gather hospital experience, started working as a CNA in Peds ICU at a children’s hospital which accidentally was having a new CNA intake at the time. He liked it, actually loved it, and started hesitating whether he should continue with pre-med and be like Mav or go for nursing, like his dad. Year after, he got an offer from the hospital that said hey, we’ll fund some of your BSN as long as you work for us while you study and then work for us for another four years after getting your license. So he became a nurse, got certified as peds nurse after working two years in PICU and after another three, switched to the Pediatric Rapid Response Team, where he stayed for another two years before getting a spot as a senior nurse in adult/peds ER in a different hospital.

His relation to Mav and Ice only came to light a few months after the hiring process, as Bradley didn’t even know they worked there when he applied and it’s still a hash-hash topic in the ER. He’s been in the ER for almost three years now and has become an unofficial second-in-command as one of the few with substantial experience.

I imagine he’s definitely one the best nurses you could have as a patient — he’s honest but in an empathetic way, he’s worked in the most demanding environments with the most complex patients (ICU and RRT), he’s skilled and experienced in most procedures. Because he is one of the few male nurses, he’s the one dealing with inappropriate patients, aggressive patients, patients that need restraint, frequent flyers, etc. and he genuinely doesn’t mind — he is the perfect mix of calm and firm that makes him very reliable in most difficult situations. He is absolutely most reassuring and guiding with new stuff, be it new nurses or med students that don’t know what’s happening, and he doesn’t judge. It does help, too, that he was partially raised by two very cocksure surgeons and therefore knows how to deal with doctors that turned a bit too arrogant.

Before I go to the hangster part of this shit, I want y’all to know it all started because I found this Rooster-coded scrubs:

I imagine that he buys most of his scrubs since the work-issued scrubs don’t fit well on men (most unisex ones are very much just female fit stamped with unisex label) and peds nurses can have lots of cute ones so the kids feel less nervous around them

Also, this is a warning that yes, Bradley is trans in this scenario, too, because I said so. It's relevant to a few scenes, I think?? and there's tw for transphobic OC

Now, a bunch of scenarios I can see for this AU:

On the first day at his new workplace, Jake makes a reputation for himself. He confuses Nat, in her hospital-issued scrubs and with her doctor tag clearly on display, for a nurse and literally talks over her in front of a patient. Same thing happens with Billy because he’s Filipino and there is a large number of Filipino nurses everywhere and he’s stereotyping. Then he makes another patient’s parents agitated. This is when he meets Bradley — he takes over to talk to the parents and calm them down before it can escalate, basically shushing Jake out of the room. Jake doesn’t clock he’s a nurse at first — he’s a big, very fit, very well-built, very handsome dude with a questionable mustache who looks comical in a pastel pink scrub top with a teddy bear pattern and a matching headband on his forehead, but also the sheer shock of how different to all the nurses he looks gives Jake a pause  — so he doesn’t say anything even if it pisses him off a nurse just forced him out of the room.

*

It starts innocently with Bradley though — Bradley comes up and asks, “Jake, can you put the narcotics order into the system for Lily?” and Jake scoffs and corrects, “Doctor,” tapping his full tag with Dr. Jacob Seresin.

Bradley, as the nurse’s tag says, raises an eyebrow and says, “Doctor Jake, can you put the narcotics order for Lily?”  Natasha, standing behind him, snorts. Jake doesn’t even have the time to tell him off because he’s already gone when his brain processes.

*

Natasha drops off a patient on him — a taxi driver who had a stroke while driving and had been in a car accident, that had been thrombolysed but might need emergency surgery because of a suspected GI bleed. He’s stable, so they're going to check if he can be admitted to neurosurg and wait for his turn there or if Jake will need to take over before that.

Bradley hands him a tablet the minute he walks into the room.

“What’s that?”

“Results,” he supplies before going back to setting up an oxygen cylinder at the bottom of the bed.

“I didn’t order that,” he notes. The blood and urine panels are what he would order with suspected operable GI bleed but he’s barely looked at the patient’s case before he walked in there.

“I did,” Bradley tells him as he switches the oxygen from the wall socket to the tank supply. “Faster this way.”

“No,” Jake says, blood boiling. “You do exactly what I tell you to do and only that.”

Natasha raises her eyebrows, high on her forehead. Bradley doesn’t hesitate — waves on Bob from behind the glass wall and they both grab each side of the bed.

“I supposed you want to put the CT order yourself then,” Bradley says as Bob takes the small back monitor and attaches it to the frame. He steps on the bed brake and rolls out the bed, straight into Jake and Nat, fast enough that he moves out of the way on instinct. “Better do it fast because it’s free now and I’m going.” *

“Did you see that? Who the heck does he think he is?” Jake asks Nat.

“Better put that CT scan order,” is all Natasha replies as she walks away.

*

It’s Reuben’s patient, an eleven years old boy with blunt trauma, and Jake makes a verbal order to Bradshaw, who is the boy’s nurse. “I understand but I think that—” and Jake goes, “If I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it.”

The whole room gets quiet and everyone looks to him — Reuben, Mickey, and the technician are wide-eyed.

Bradley just says, “Alright,” in a perfectly leveled voice and leaves the room.

 Mickey is not making eye contact as he quips under his nose, on his way out of the room, “You do realize he basically runs this ER, right? You’re making your life a lot harder.”

*

Jake orders IV fluids for one of his patients which is also in Rooster’s section that day and he bleeps the order info to Rooster. Fifteen minutes later he sees that it hasn’t been filled and is like, hah, I knew there is a reason I hate that guy. Finds him when he passes Jake in the corridor and is like, “I want you to start the IV for room 7. Now,” and Rooster  just tells him, “No, do it yourself or find someone else.” 

They have a little back and forth as Jake follows him down the corridor which ends with another, “No.”

There’s still no charge nurse in the ER (she’s on medical leave that will most likely end with her leaving employment, from what Jake gathers) so he makes a datix and the ER nurse manager (Warlock) following up is apprehensive because obviously, he knows Bradley, and hears about what actually happened — Bradley was getting an igel for a toddler from the peds side and deemed it more important than starting a bag of saline to bust someone's blood pressure.

Jake feels like an idiot.

*

Jake and Reuben are charting next to each other and Reuben gets bleeped his patient’s lab results. Jake, who is also waiting for lab results, complains about how he sent a pod to the lab before Reuben. Reuben just gives him a look and says, “Yeah, that’s because I asked Bradley to put my request in.”

And Jake is like, “What does he have to do with anything?”

Reuben looks at him like he’s dumb and says, “He has more sway with the lab,” and walks away with his tablet.

*

Javy is doing a consult for Nat and stops to chat to Jake (they know each other from residency days) and Bradley comes by and says, “Maggie’s becoming hypotensive again,” and Javy observes as Jake looks at the nurse that came, gives him a very long, very detailed look and licks his lips.

He manages to think Oh before Jake asks, “Maggie?”

The nurse looks seconds from rolling his eyes. “Mrs. Lawrence? Room 5?” 

“That's Margaret.”

“She prefers Maggie.”

And it goes on, with Jake standing there rigid, puffing up his chest and cocking his hip out. “Did you start the fluids?”

“Finshed already.”

“Start another bag.”

The nurse looks unimpressed and instead of confirming says, slowly, like he’s talking to a child, “Her fluid balance is positive. She’s usually on pressors.” Jake’s face gets red and he goes, “Then put an order for her.”

It’s kind of funny to observe and to be fair, the nurse does give Jake a minute to go over what he said, leaning his elbow on the counter, eyebrows raised, before he points out, in that damn slow, unimpressed tone, “I can't put orders for things like pressors."

He hands Jake the closest tablet and starts walking away.

Jake calls after him. "What, you're not even going to draft it for me?"

He doesn't even turn around and Javy is silently shaking from the laughter he's holding in, "I thought I wasn't allowed to do that, doctor."

*

Mav comes down to the ER to talk to Rooster on a slower day — about how they’re about to sponsor a new CRNA for the cardiothoracic surg unit and maybe he could put a good word for their development team for Bradley and yada yada.

It happens like that: Mav comes down, Bradley is charting next to the monitors station, Jake is going over a scan on the opposite side when The Dr. Mitchell himself comes down and stops next to Bradley. He gives Bradley and his pink Paw Patrol scrubs a look and clears his throat a couple of times before Bradley raises his gaze toward him, turning away a second later and ignoring him again.

Jake is freaking out — this is The Dr. Mitchell and one of the reasons Jake wanted to work in this exact hospital, along with the rumored to-be-announced cardiothoracic surg fellowship under Dr. Mitchell he had his eyes on. He’s been thinking about how to make contact with Dr. Mitchell since he started in the ER and here he is, telling unresponsive Bradshaw, “I heard you’re looking to go back for your Master’s in the near future.” Bradshaw doesn’t say anything and Dr. Mitchell adds, “We have a CRNA development spot for—” and Bradley tells him, not turning away from the screen, “I’m not an OR nurse,” and then taps his card on the computer’s reader to log out and walks away.

Dr. Mitchell is a fucking legend, a VIP of this hospital, so Jake just stands there, contemplating how the heck Bradshaw could do that and hears him mumbling under his breath, “Really slick, Mav,” and jumps on the opportunity to say, “I’ll be talking to his supervisor about this, his attitude is unacceptable, Dr. Mitchell.”

And Dr. Mitchell turns to him, raises an eyebrow and asks, “Excuse me?” 

“The nurse you were talking to. He might be senior in here but his attitude’s been horrible and I’ll personally step in. This won’t happen again.”

Dr. Mitchell gives him a look before slowly saying, “I suggest you mind your own business, Dr. Seresin,” and walks away.

Nat is silently laughing a few feet away and Jake asks her what’s so funny. His heart dead-ass stops when she says, “You do know Dr. Mitchell is Bradley’s dad, right? They might not be on the best of terms but that’s still his son.” And Jake has the urge to bang his head on the keyboard in front of him. 

* 

TW for transphobia.

There’s a new nurse practitioner to be (graduated, about to get her cert) that's rumored to be a candidate for the charge nurse position. Izzy. She’s quite young for that, younger than Bradley for sure, must have barely worked in the clinical area before going for her Master’s. Jake doesn’t know if it’s on purpose but the nurse manager and Bradley keep on putting her in his section.

She’s—well, she’s a bit too in his face. She agrees with everything Jake says and doesn’t roll his eyes at him, which is boring, and she’s, for an NP, not that knowledgeable. She doesn’t argue with him, which is a change, and Jake starts to hate it after about five hours. Her voice is saccharine sweet, she keeps on standing a bit too close to him at all times, and she’s decent with patients, but she keeps on asking him about the smallest of things.

Jake’s section is less busy, usually, since he deals primarily with trauma in the ER, but she never bounces off to help others when she is free, like Bradley did. She’s clinging to his section, a little bit, and he doesn’t get why. It’s not like he is any nicer to her than to Bradley or any other nurse.

She is busy taking bloods and Bradley finds him when he has a second alone, finally, and enlightens him about why.

“If you don’t believe me, you can just ask any other nurse. Everyone noticed.”

“If you really think that then why do you keep putting her in my sections?”

“I don’t. She’s senior as an NP, she’s taken over allocation from me now.”

Jake’s mind only focuses on one detail. “You were allocating yourself to my sections?”

“Only because no one wants to work with you and because I’m actually certified in trauma.” That makes sense. It’s not like Bradley would work with him voluntarily. “Look, all I’m saying, you watch out — you fool around with her and then reject her and she’s going to HR. I know the type.”

“The type?”

“You know, the girl that thought she’ll become a nurse, snag a rich doctor and never work again? Well, it’s not always women, there are guys who do that too, but in this case, she’s very much the type.”

“And you think she’s trying to—snag me?”

“She’s certainly not going after the residents that are getting paid twelve bucks an hour or Reuben who is married,” he points out. Which, again, fair, even if he didn’t know Reuben is married prior to this strange conversation.

Jake stares at him, processing, until he blurts out, “I’m gay.”

“Then you’ve got nothing to worry about,” Bradley says after a second, eyes barely noticeably a bit wider, before he walks away.

“Was he bothering you, doctor?”

She calls him doctor, always, and it honestly makes him grit his teeth. Now even more. He’s got a bad feeling about it.

It gets confirmed later when Jake is taking care of a six-year-old girl who had fallen down the stairs. She’s dehydrated and Izzy’s just tried to put a cannula on her three times before Jake told her to grab the bedside ultrasound and not make the girl cry even more.

Bradley passes by the room and Jake’s learned that he can’t leave a distressed child alone, so he comes in and gets the parents and the girl relaxed. He’s about to go in and tell him to leave it alone until Izzy brings the ultrasound when Nat grabs him by the arm and tells him, “He was in a Rapid Response Team, I’m pretty sure he can put a cannula in blind. Just let him do it.”

And he does let him. Watches, expecting the girl to burst into tears at any moment but she never does. Bradley’s literally been in the room for less than ten minutes and it’s all back to calmness.

Izzy comes back with the ultrasound. It should not have taken her so long to grab it. “What is he doing there? That's my patient.”

"He said he can put the IV line without the ultrasound.” Well, Nat said so. Jake can’t believe he’s saying but, “He’s a peds nurse, he’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure the girl's parents wouldn’t want him anywhere near her.”

This sets alarm bells in Jake’s head. “What do you mean?”

"People like him shouldn't be around kids," she says, to his horror. She leans in, way closer than needed, and conspiringly whispers, "Dr. Seresin, haven't you known that he is, you know, a she in disguise?"

He’s dumbstruck. "I'm sorry?"

"He's actually a woman, just pretending to be a man because he's mentally—You're the doctor, I'm sure you know better than I how the brains of people like them work. He shouldn't be around that girl, is what I'm saying. I certainly wouldn't like him around my child, if I had one."

Jake didn’t know this about Bradley but he understands what she means, even with how awful she is about it. This, however, should not be a piece of information thrown around in public if Bradley didn't wish to disclose it, and certainly not in such a manner. "And how do you know that, exactly?"

"Nurses share a locker room, it's not hard to notice how she, you know, mutilated herself."

Jake doesn’t say anything out loud but mentally he is preparing datix report in his head. He catches the ER’s nurse manager before he goes home, too, because that’s some shit he doesn’t stand for. He might be an asshole but he’s not a bigot.

Next time he comes to work, Bradley is back in his section and Izzy is no longer employed.

“Thanks,” Bradley says, when they’re at the station, next to each other, in a relatively slow moment. “If I went on my own, we’d have a weeks-long investigation that would probably end with her or me moving to a different unit.”

“She said this shit to your face?”

“Kept calling me she in front of patients,” Bradley admits after a moment. “I think most of them thought they misheard but—I knew.”

“Well, good riddance then.”

Bradley snorts, but he’s looking down at the tablet in his hands, smiling, and wow, the apples of his cheeks are so round and his eyes so bright and Jake can't breathe for a second.

---

(there might be a second part coming because I meant seven-season-long medical drama literally-- including Jake realizing he's an idiot, Mavdad drama, Jake having his hands inside Bradley (in the literal, surgical sense) and jealousy that could rival the McDreamy/Dr. Grey drama)

[apnourry]

love is stored in the bummin it lookbook

[umbralaether]

FFXIV WRITE 2024

day 10: stable

She was beginning to accept the fact that her aether would never be stable.

If she pushed herself too hard, she'd be exhausted for days. If she didn't push hard enough, her aether would build until she felt as if her very fingers would burst into flame. The poisoning of Light from the First was a permanent ache, never to loosen it's grip.

She knew G'raha felt responsible. His gaze would flicker with every wince, every muscle spasm, every sleepless night. He worked tirelessly to search for solutions, shipping in strange ingredients and reading every book on aether and illnesses.

Nothing seemed to work.

He collapses onto the bed beside her, "…I admit I don't know what else I can do."

"Maybe there's nothing that can be done, love. Stop torturing yourself," She reaches for his hand, gently tugging to invite him closer.

He cuddles up close, burying his face into the crook of her neck, "This is my fault, you know."

"I don't care if it is, because it worked out in the end. I'm alive, you're alive, we're all alive. For better or worse," She murmurs, and means every bit of it.

She would do it again too, if it meant saving those she loved. Somehow, she knew she would get through this.

[vamptits]

fanart for @recordrat's fic Know Me like I Know You, which has ruined my life <3

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Okay okay please consider: You comment at one point that you love pretty seashells. Offhandedly, not meant for anything, you just see one and point it out. Cue Legacy sneaking out at night to swim around and find the biggest, shiniest, SPARKLIEST starconch to bring home, only the best for you. Keeps trying to outdo himself and find a better one.

OH MY GOODNESS THAT IS SO CUTEEEE

you had been wondering why Foul Legacy was damp whenever you woke up in the morning, or why he would be sitting at the foot of your bed when you swore he had just been in your arms. he purrs excitedly when he sees you stir, nudging your shoulder and tugging lightly on your arm so you follow him, chirping and chittering. he leads you outside to the backyard and proudly presents a PILE of seashells, all of various sizes and in perfect shape, glittering even in the early morning light. Legacy preens at your amazed smile, trilling for you to choose your favorite shell, the best shell!

you lean down and pick one- it's smallish and relatively shiny, the blue swirls a tad darker than the others, and Legacy tilts his head in confusion. that's not the largest, or the most iridescent, or the brightest shell- why did you pick it?

you simply smile kindly, "Because it reminds me of your eye."

he blinks, and his crimson face reddens even further as he blushes, coos coming out stuttering and flustered, and you laugh and lean in to press a kiss to his forehead. holding the shell carefully in your hands, you bring it to your ear, listening to the sound of the ocean inside and the faint purring of Foul Legacy as he wraps you into a hug, setting his head on your shoulder and gently licking your cheek

the shell is now proudly displayed in your home, a rich dark blue like Legacy and Ajax's eyes

[midnight-vixn]

Ever thought about how the boys would deal with a Mc who has their period and gets really touchy and needy (for attention or sex, maybe both) but also struggles with the pain? Like cramps of course but their lips and legs aching too? Who would be the best ones to go to do you think?

(if this makes you uncomfy feel free to just delete of course)

Oooooh this is a great one!! I struggle with this myself so I get it! Thank you anon for sending this!

Of course my first answer is going to be Asmodeus! He’s self care Queen and the only other person he’ll drop everything to help is you lovely❤️ Asmo knows all the tips and tricks to help ease cramps as well as soreness anywhere below the waist. The perk of him being the Avatar of Lust is that he also knows the right positions to put you in so that you only feel pleasure and no nasty cramps!

Lucifer is less of an expert on the sex part but will do anything you ask him to. He pampers you like royalty and will let you hold his hand in public (something he’s normally a little hesitant on thanks to that darn sin of his) because he knows it makes you feel better. Lucifer will actually have you stay in his room the whole week just to make sure he can take care of you (and keep his brothers from bothering you too much) Luci is a sweetheart with you on the regular but during your period he’s ultra sweet on you❤️

For some reason I also think Satan would be a good one to go to. He may not know everything or why you’re in so much pain but he’s willing to read every book he can find (and even bother Solomon for questions) just to help you. Satan of course sees it as a great learning opportunity but also what’s to do whatever he can to make you feel comfortable, he likes knowing that you trust him enough to come to him, it reminds him of how far he’s come since meeting you.

[fanofthelamb]

if i drew annona with my hair

[carcarrot]

"i cant keep doing this anymore" says guy who will continue to do this some more

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

this is officially the longest thing I've EVER written and I'm only about 2/3 done with it i think

[not-actually-ryan-the-mail-guy]

ello ello I am the real John Lennon

have some bread

— @john-winston-ono-lennon

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Speed Up! (Raphael x Reader)

Just watched this chasing video on motorcycles and I had to instantly write something short!

You felt the rush of adrenaline as the motorcycle's roar kept vibrating throughout your whole being. As fast as the vehicle's speed was, Raph's maneuvers were precise; a true master of New York's roads.

He had expertedly picked you off the ground as he had kept driving, lodged in-between his frame and the bike's handlebars. In an ongoing escape attempt from the Foot Clan, the race was primarly done in silence - albeit the machine's growls.

In the city that never slept, zipping through lower Manhattan's traffic was a feat in itself, while also avoiding any jaywalkers along the way. You could feel the terrapin's sheer power as he rowed his ride with a dexterity that could only match his ninja skills - a precision matched to his overall awareness of his surroundings. The echoes of the Foot's motorcycles were fading in and out, getting too close by moments, yet easily thwarted away by Raph's unexpected turns.

You could barely notice holding your breath, your heart racing whenever he'd speed up. Any and all colors and lights in the night were suddenly ever so bright, smudged blurs against your watery vision.

"Hold on tight!" pierced Raphael's voice in this cacophony.

You followed the movement and noticed a car carrier vehicle with its ramp down, instantly knowing what would come next. Revving the engine, the mutant's form moved lightly, as if trying to push the machine forward as much as he could. Engaging the ramp, it didn't take long before you felt yourself floating slightly, although still enclosed by the other's form. In that brief moment you could hear Raph's victorious shout, fueled by his excitement. That alone fueled you, a grin plastered on your lips as the bike landed safely back on the road, also providing a greater distance between you two and the ninjas behind.

Taking another sharp turn, the vehicle's frame tipped dangerously to one side, yet never losing its traction. Akin to a cowboy that wasn't on his first rodeo, Raph's steered the machine back into place, feeling the movement both in his biceps and his hips glued to your back...

Chasing the sinful thought away, you tried to focus on the sounds around, noticing that any other motorcycle sounds now seemed far - if not absolutely lost. You allowed yourself this moment of peace to place your hands over his, driving together - although he still did most of the work. This rush of power coursed through you both, never slowing down.

Lost in the night, the terrapin continued in this now made-up chase, purposefully speeding up and down only to feel your frame lean into his in a delicious push. Soon he'd turn the engine off, maybe... A little edging never killed anyone, especially after a successful escape.

[kayatoastkkat]

eurgh

what the fuck is he eating here

bro really took one bite and threw it away come on man why are you wasting food

also bruh Hyde calling himself the "doe-eyed sweetheart" 😭😭 Lanyon you won't believe this but what if I told you that was actually the guy you hated

and here Hyde commits the worst crime: getting his socks and shoes wet.

seriously how deep is this lake either way he got the shoes VERY wet and Jekyll is probably annoyed as hell

the second-hand embarrassment…i can feel it through the screen…help…

okay now Hyde don't be a coward eat one of those cat tails i dare you

also he's STILL standing on literal WATER what is this

(what's in this cup btw)

(I've been trying to convince the server that it's actually piss but i genuinely wanna know what is it)

[byanyan]

something something byan ending up in the office on at least half of the days they actually bother showing up to school, specifically for breaking the dress code... some of the teachers eventually hitting a point of letting the less drastic rule violations slide bc they don't want to deal with the scene they know from experience that byan will cause, but then others being especially nit-picky about it... idk I'm just thinking about it tonight