#this was pretty therapeutic ngl

[ghost-bxrd]

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“If you got this far and I didn’t pick up I’m probably dead or don’t wanna talk to you. You can leave a message but I probably won’t call back. If you’re Dick: Fuck you, Big Bird. Jason out.”

Tim breathes a quiet laugh, hand shaking where it’s gripping the rusty fire escape too hard.

Tonight’s the end. He can’t back out. Batman will be here any moment now.

“Hey Jason,” he starts, stops, bites his lip nervously when a stray cat topples an empty can of tuna, “I just— Wow ok, this is weird. But I want you to know that I’ll fix this.”

Unless he gets killed first. That’s always a valid concern when you’re jumping into fights with a black sweater and a ski mask covering the lower half of your face. But Batman had steadfastly ignored his petition to become Robin, so Tim’s hands are a bit tied here. You can’t just order kevlar and armor online.

Which sucks, by the way.

“I don’t know how yet,” he admits, thinking back on the increasing number of petty thugs ending up permanently disabled during the past three months. And the increasing number of times Batman kept going despite receiving serious injuries himself. “But I promise I’ll do it. For Gotham. For you.”

A commotion at the mouth of the alley makes Tim’s head fly up and he squints through the gloom as a group of rowdy looking figures saunters inside.

He ducks down quickly, breathing through his nose. His stomach feels like it’s having a fantastic tea time with a swarm of buzzing bees.

Ok. Any second now.

“I- I’ll keep you updated,” he whispers, finger already hovering over the end-call button in preparation before he hesitates.

“Thank you for being my Robin,” he adds, grimacing at the way his voice wobbles, “I wish you were still here.”

He almost smashes the phone in his haste to shut it off, shoving the mortification he feels deep, deep down. But it’s not like anybody is ever going to hear this, anyway. And it does feel good to finally have gotten this off his chest.

A shadow drops down from above to alarmed shouts and strangled cries that quickly morph into pained groans, and Tim has a split second to fight the instinctive “flight” response he’d honed over years of taking pictures of Batman and Robin before he grits his teeth and vaults over the railing of the fire escape, dropping to the ground right behind Batman with a chipper, “Hey, need a hand?”

[keelifallen]

Lil sketchies

[getousatoruu]

Oh the fraudkuna memes are back huh…. Okay I admit I do be giggling a bit before hitting the report for hate speech button…

[daddy-suguru]

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞

anonymous - asked a question!

Everyone says Kento is a soft dom, and ngl I see it! But some days he just needs to come home to you already on your knees, waiting for him in that cute little set he likes (or maybe nothing at all). Some days he just needs to pound you until neither of you can move, and then sleep like a baby. It’s therapeutic, really❤️

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 ⇝ You help Kento relieve some stress by letting him fuck your throat till he cums.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ explicit, stressed!strict!kento, friends with benefits au, service sub!reader, praise/encouragement, pussy slapping, throat fucking, gagging, hints at mirror sex, mentions of a buttplug, size kink, dacryphilia, light biting

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ❥ 2k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⇝ I got very carried away with this. Because Kento would be so rough because he’s stressed but the words his sweet. Rough yet sweet stress fucking with Kento is top-tier brain rot that I devoted my whole day and night to this. If you can’t tell I really want his cock in my

‘Kneeling at the front door with your hands behind your back and your mouth open now.’ You are walking to the front door before you can even finish reading the text. Unlocking the front door and kneeling.

Your thick, thigh highs socks protect your knees from the chill of the floor. And the moment you hear the doorknob turn, you clasp your hands behind your back. Then tilt your head back, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out.

You don’t move as you hear the door shut and lock. Or when you hear Kento’s shoes hit the ground. Since based on him coming home two hours late, work had to be rough.

You hear a heavy sigh before Kento says, “You should play housewife for me more often. Coming home to you kneeling wearing my button-up shirt and no panties, waiting to suck the sweat off my cock is a sight I want to get used to.” Even after taking a shower, you didn’t want to pick a different shirt of his. When the shirt he wore yesterday still smells strongly of Kento. Since you were already breaking the first personal rule to being friends with befits with Kento by staying the night. Why not break another one and wear his clothes?

Kento finally steps in front of you, filling your vision and staring down at you. Your heart pounding in your chest and your pussy dripping from the way his tight red shirt hugs his chest.

Glancing up at Kento’s face, your reflection in his glasses catching your attention. You look needy with your mouth open, just waiting to be filled. With your spit dripping from the tip. While some of it trickles down your chin.

Kento says, “I hate working overtime. It has been every day this week.” The grabs his tie, undoing it and walking behind you. Kneeling to bind your wrists with his tie. Then reach around your body, his large arms making you feel smaller. As it sinks in that even when he kneels next to you, Kento still looms over your shorter stature.

Slowly Kento undoes each button of his shirt, “I’ve been wanting to fuck you in my shirt since I first saw you wear it this morning.” Spread the shirt apart. And the slipping his hands between your thighs, parting them.

The cool air hits your dripping wet pussy. Giving you a chill that quickly vanished as Kento slaps your pussy twice. The wet sounds making him groan,

“So fucking wet and pretty all for me to ruin.” While the sharp stinging becomes a burning ache.

He tells you, “Swallow.” And right after you do, you beg,

“Please let me help you relax. Use my mouth, pussy and ass however you want to Sir. I want to make you happy and sleep.” Sticking your tongue back out.

Kento makes quick work of undoing his belt and zipper, pulling himself out. And quickly getting your attention to drop from Kento’s handsome face to his thick cock. With his heavy cock hanging so close to your face. That his thick mushroom-like tip drags along your tongue, smearing his sweet pre-cum.

Kento says, “Such a sweet, good girl letting me use your warm mouth, nng,” He groans while he quickly thrusts his cock deep into your throat. Which squeezes him as you roughly gag. He pauses there lingering while you gag as he says,

“Couldn’t help myself your so wet and soft, need to feel your throat clenching my cock while I choke you with it.” Pushing his pants down, freeing his fat, heavy balls.

Kento sets a rough, face pace. His abs clenching every every thrust. While his heavy balls hitting your chin with every sharp thrust.

There is no other brace you get, other than his large hand cupping the back of your head. The heavy groan that passes Kento’s parted lips has your pussy clenching around nothing. While your clit throbs with the need for attention.

Kento says, “You look so pretty with spit dripping down your chin. Gagging so loudly while you try your best to handle my cock. You’re already doing so good for me.” Your eyes burn while tears blur your vision of Kento. With his flush pink cheeks.

He runs his hands through his blond hair, messing it up. While he says, “Choke on my cock just like that. You look so pretty crying because you can barely handle me” Your tears roll down your cheeks causing Kento to pick up his pace.

Kento groans, “I can see the outline of my cock in your throat every time your pretty mouth takes all of me. And when you squeeze me mmm. you’re going to make me cum so fucking quickly.” Placing his other hand on the top of your head. While he still his hips, jerking your head up and down his length.

His thick heavy cum spurts down your throat while be moans, “Mm got to make sure I cum in your pretty mouth so I can last longer fucking my frustration into your pretty pussy. Going to make her puffy and bruised from how hard she is going to take my fat cock.” Slipping his cock out of your mouth slowly.

A shaky groan passes his lips as a tremor passes through his body. While you refuse to let him go, hallowing your cheeks and sucking harder. Kento’s voice is breathy when he says,

“Get in the bedroom.” You stand up and turn around. Heading towards the bedroom with Kento following behind you. And when you look over your shoulder you freeze. Your brain goes blank while Kento slips his dark red shirt off his broad shoulders.

The dark red of his shirt matches the bright bite marks on his chest. Which leads down his hard abs, to the light blonde happy trail that leads down to the short patch of hair.

Kento smiles, while he slips off his glass. His tired, sleepy eyes burn with hunger as his gaze slips down the shape of your body. He says,

“Stop admiring me and go in the room.” He roughly slaps your ass, the force of his slap causing you to stumble forward. And encouraging you to finish the taking the last few steps towards his bedroom door.

Walking through the bedroom door, you hear his pants hit the floor behind you. You smile and say, “I can’t help it, you’re so damn handsome.” He wraps his hand around your throat, bending down and biting your shoulder. While you cry out, he grabs a handful of your ass. Digging his nails into the softness of your squish and groaning loudly.

Kento pulls away and telling, “Am I? Then I want you bent over in front of the mirror with your beautiful ass in the air with your legs spread apart so I can see your pussy juices dripping down your thighs.” He lets you go and you walk over in front of the mirror.

Bending over in front of the mirror. You take in the sight of yourself. Wearing thigh-high socks with Kento’s large white button-up shirt hanging from your torso. With your bound-up wrists resting on your lower back.

You hear a dresser drawer open and then close soon after. And moments later Kento appears behind you with a bottle of lube in hand and a buttplug. He tells you,

“Since you love admiring me so much if you take your eyes off me even once you aren’t cumming for the hour that follows.” He pours some of the cool lube onto your asshole. Which he smears out with the tip of the toy.

[mqstermindswift]

rant/vent <3

tw?

why does everybody think I'm smart and shit?like that's an honor but I really am not.i get so stressed I shake and cry while studying for/sitting exams.I can almost never find the courage to talk loudly and say what I think with confidence.hell I can barely raise my hand without overthinking.but I do cause even tho I'm a perosn with anxiety(self-disgnosed? cause I'm scared to talk to anyone about it) I'm also an overachiever so.everyone has high expectations of me but never say so.i know they do,no one ever pressures me but if I fck up an exam I get scolded and constantly hear my parents saying "well you could've done better you can do better" and it hurts cause ik they're right.most of the time I mske minor mistakes taking the 20/20 away from me.Its like everybody expects so much from me but never says so and I also expect so much from myself.i barely have time for myself and I'm also losing motivation.it takes so long for me to get up and go do my hw but I do it cause I cannot fail.

also there are so many girls that are so so much prettier,thinner,have long/nice hair,awesome style and are js better. looking overall.I could never be like that;my hair is ugly and not that long,I'm nowhere near being thin nor am I anywhere near being pretty,my style is meh but I have strict parents and am to scared/insecure to wear tight clothes and crop tops,my eyebrows are horrible,I have pimples from time to time,I have blackheads and body hair which make me feel disgusting.

I just wanna be like those girls,have long hair,nose piercings,have my dream style,be pretty,be thin and at the same time be smart and confident

this was therapeutic ngl but anyway

[fixfoxnox]

now that soap's (once again) joined the dead cod protagonists gang, we should all totally write fics of him and Roach smooching in the afterlife.

no but like seriously after reading your other ask response about Soap and Roach getting together and Ghost kinda being on the sidelines it did kinda make me laugh, like no hate to ghostsoap (I love them and am also a huge ghostsoaproach lover) but Roach is always either Ghost's tragic backstory lover OR, he comes back and messes the dynamic of ghostsoap up/is kinda painted as the negative third prescence.

so having the dynamics be reversed and having Soap and Roach fall in love first with Ghost as the third wheel is kinda therapeutic I'm ngl lol

tho at the end of the day I am a poly truther and believe they should all kiss, I am ALSO totally down for Roach getting more attention and love (and also more soaproach cuz they're also hella underrated)

I love love love subverting the expectations and making Ghost be the jealous third wheel. Like I'm so tired of seeing Roach AND Soap suffer because of this British fucker. Like they let a man who probably says "Chewsday" break their hearts /j

I've also just become a pretty big SoapRoach lover, but GhostRoachSoap is still my bread and butter. I love all them boys being happy together and getting all the love they deserve getting to be around one another. RAHHH GHOSTROACHSOAP SUPREMACY RAHHH

[freakxwannaxbe]

Tbh making vent doodles last night and today in bed on my phone while my period was kicking my ass was pretty therapeutic ngl

[attyattlaw]

uncle brought over my stack of art school era (2013~) artwork plates thats been gathering dust in my old dorm and i kinda wanna share a few. bear with me almost all of these are abstract shit bc you know...fine arts academia. idk

one of the first plates and single-handedly is to blame for my disdain of drawing straight lines: color mixing chart we have to mix poster color paint for each square and i was poor so i only had the primaries

i had a pretty high grade here iirc but anyway this is so fucking pointless what the fuck am i gonna do with this and now i just hate rulers and ruling pens

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color theory/scheme plate and im here to announce that yes, turning brain off and adding as much detail as possible has been a decade old technique apparently

principles of design plate?

ngl i still like this one bc look at it

the concept of horror vacui has stayed in my brain and tbf my prof liked it bc it looks like i put effort. i did, technically, but like how i draw now, its just therapeutic to not think and just move hands instead

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printmaking plates! lino-cut prints, to be exact. many stabbings happened in the making of these. i think the way i do inktobers have been mostly derived from these. and lino-cuts print is something ive been wanting to pursue but its such an expensive and space consuming medium and that makes me sad. anyway,

prompt here is reframing fairy tales into Philippine culture/setting. so hansel and gretel in a sari-sari store

i used OCs for the characters here, and the owner of the' taller boy 'hansel' hasn't been my friend for years now but damnit i still love this concept and she's not ruining this for me

prompt for this one is 'morning'. so here's me in my depression college dorm, booting up for the day. rip to my childhood Buttercup doll, i don't know where you are now

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last im willing to show is this pest-eaten watercolor landscape painting of UP Lagoon.

look, we had to go out into a mosquito-infested area at 3pm (the start of our watercolor techniques class) and paint this before 5:30 (end of class) but in practice its less than an hour time bc the sun was setting and we can't see shit anymore let alone what color that one flower is.

turned out p good still i think

[dislyteshack]

i need to gush about li xiao stuff or else

i love the like divergence you know?

when you first look at him you feel power from him from not only the pose but the attire and all. it all looks etheral

li xiao gives off an appearence of being untouchable but really hes hanging on by a thread.

you would think he has everything together, with how he holds himself. he fits in perfectly as someone else born into the highlife of tangton. the aspects feel practiced because since hes only adopted into the upperclass. of course he has to mimic the air of old money

OH YEAH its really cool how its practical too since based on limited info + tu he seems to be pretty hands on with his job and likely needs to move around alot so it makes sense for it to not only be fancy looking but also good for a fight. the sword also makes it clear he is willing and ready to fight which also ties into backstory stuff that would bleed into him

and! the sword based on someone i know who went clicking it looks like an anti cavalry sword used in the past by the chinese

i said it in a previous post but its actually this

its a changdao for anyone who didnt click

theres implications of him using it to go after bigger targets like maybe...

miramon

or espers.

plays into himnot being on top no matter what, politically or literally.

always the middle man , never anything more. only anything less. his outfit being not too extravagant like say councilor li in the new event shows this too. there's no billowing cape, no random cane , just his sword at his waist if he needs it. while li xiao is valued , hes just not ever valued more than others who have more inate power given to them

i love how hes in all white to symbolise purity of sorts. because thats how he attempts to come off as.

then theres the extra colours that act as a contrast to compliment the rest of his colourscheme otherwise the white is overwhelming.

the strips of black mar him+ the black in the shoes , it represents sins he cant be washed clean of because of what he undoubtedly commited and hes aware of that.

in certain symbolism black represents solemnity + its used as a representation of yin

whats extra cool is yun chuan wearing mostly black with stripes of white and li xiao in mostly white with strips of black. the yin yang symbolism there with the paths they ended going down is an inversion of their designs.

another thing is that using black in a certain way like copywrriting could conotate things like corruption and greed, things li xiao definately ended up bending to in a way

i also really like the red that could either be seen as xiao simply matching with the rest of the radiant guard or as a represenation of the blood on his hands indirectly from the false alarm or more directly with him allowing the experiments to take place. facliating their continuation

red in symbolism can actually be one of destruction or good fortune. honestly it fits with li xiao's life technically having good fortune since his talent was noticed by the li clan while also showing the self destruction that did him in

then theres my fav part which are his eyes which are either scarlet or reddish orange im not too sure but either way.

AIGHT also the bits of green in his belt might be a decoration but! just to put this down

green also has conatations with purity

intresting how alot of what goes into xiao's design attempts to potray purity + his actions (trying to atone/ fufil chuan's promise by unironically trying to change tangton for the better) but in the end that illusion is shattered in truth unveiled.

Ngl I think it's the themes of attempted purity in li xiao that endears me to him alot because I feel chronic guilt in a way it's very therapeutic to talk about him

Because I like unpacking what an extreme he is and his actions.

There's a very clear tragedy there in that he could have just been a plain good person albeit forgettable

The hook of the story of truth unveiled to me personally is while also highlighting the justice system and different ways of dealing with it there's also that other side where even if you wanted to gain powers to cut it at the nip you just can't if you aren't born into it

Maybe I'm just a bleeding heart for clinging to the tragedy of it all instead of moving on as the games themes encourage but it's always nagging at me

[96theater]

voicebanks: nurse robot type t_sugar+number bronze ganga original

yeah that was pretty therapeutic ngl. having fun drawing in ms paint

[babyfairy]

hello…life updates lol

i saw the little mermaid with my mom and my niece (we went on my mom’s birthday 💌) and i loved it??!? i think halle was the perfect choice for ariel!! i was so enchanted by her mannerisms the entire film. she’s got such an otherworldly beauty so paired with her voice she REALLY looks and feels like a disney princess…loved her so much. no comment on awkwafina’s unfortunate addition to the film

we’re restarting one of our long running dnd campaigns and i’m pretty sad about it ❤️‍🩹 it’s the best choice because the setting was made by our DM a long time ago and she wants a reset because she’s improved her narration/lore/etc since its creation but it’s still sad and hard to let go. i’m really excited to relive some of my favorite moments with some new twists and i have a deeper understanding of my character now so i think i’ll only end up loving her more as i replay her. dnd with my friends is truly one of my favorite hobbies and it’s so important to me! there have been so many changes throughout the years i’ve played but i’m so glad to still be playing despite it because it’s very fun and therapeutic lol

i got a raise at work 🫨 not that it makes much of a difference LMFAO but i was seriously considering leaving my job before my raise so it’s nice to be making a little more money. the cost of living in washington is so insane that i feel really unsure of my future lol but it’s seriously my dream to own my own house. just a little one story house that i can call my own. i know it seems like a small dream lol but it’s literally my number one motivation and i’m always daydreaming about how i’d decorate my own home inside and out!!

i finally bought tears of the kingdom and i’ve been obsessed with it!!! not surprised because i loved breath of the wild lol. i love link so much he’s such a cool protagonist. always wanted to be like him when i was a kid LMAOO either him or sheik! i would say i’m more like a deku scrub…💀 like look at this fella…

like….???!!!! THATS ME…the lil angry face. love these guys. anyways i love the game LMAO i hit about 50 hours and realized i should maybe try tackling my first dungeon 💀 it’s just so much fun to run around and collect ingredients and koroks…plus i have a little pack of zelda amiibo cards so every day i hop on and scan them all so i can open treasure chests as a little treat…love it!!! i can’t wait to see king sidon again btw. that’s the light of my life

ever since my OCD diagnosis i’ve been avoiding my therapist (L) and struggling to really understand why but i think it’s because i feel guilty about being diagnosed LMAO…i have like this weird fixation on unknowingly manipulating/lying to others and my brain keeps trying to convince me i manipulated her into a diagnosis. i don’t feel like i have “real” OCD if that makes sense. and i feel this weird sense of guilt about making light of it or like taking resources from people with real, severe OCD. it’s frustrating because i know that’s definitely a symptom of OCD but i also feel like none of my symptoms are legitimate and they’re just delusions. it’s incessant. which like logically is that probably just a symptom of the OCD? yeah but i also am having trouble admitting that to myself for some reason lol. at least not without guilt or shame attached and i really try to avoid feeling that way if i can. anyways it’s a real pain in the ass and i finally sucked it up and made an appointment for tomorrow so i can try to talk through some of this with her

i’m up and down a lot, it’s been the worst year of my life i think lol but somehow i’m still chugging along 💀 every day i put the rainbow clown wig back on and march thru my day despite it all though so it’s whatever i guess. definitely going thru my saturn return and ngl so far it sucks and i definitely hate it but you know! my 20s have been Not Great so maybe my 30s will be better for it. hope everyone is doing well and staying safe. let me know what you’re up to in my inbox if you want! i always like when people message me their life updates lol. it’s sweet when people think of me as someone they want to update ❣️

[sango-blep]

How does it feel being in a sailing ship?

I felt so tired of being queerbaited and getting our wlw ships taken away and then Avatrice happened and I'm so utterly happy and relieved.

I hope we secure that s3, warrior nun and Avatrice had been a highlight in this year for a lot of us

I mean, i think towards the end of SG I did pretty good with ignoring bullshit in the show and just taking away the good bits to make it into my own thing.

BUT god…god I can’t even begin to express how cathartic and therapeutic it felt to watch WN.

IF YOU TOLD ME TWO WEEKS AGO I’D HAVE A. REAKDOWN OVER A NUN SHOW…..

Ngl the first time I saw and heard about WN I was like, what the heck is this, looks pretty silly and like something I could never get into. Also released at a bad time for me when life was awful and I didn’t have the brain for anything. I honestly don’t know WHAT made me finally watch when I saw s2 was coming out soon but I’m so glad I did.

Was geniunely sobbing the second time, even though I know what happens, because I can’t believe we’re getting fed so well.

[campgender]

Please say more about being anti psychiatry? Is it about the white hegemony of therapists or what

ngl i scrolled for a bit trying to figure out if something i posted here prompted this bc usually my antipsych posts go on my disability sideblog (& here’s a link to my tag for that!) & i have concluded it’s either in response to my carrd or a ted lasso post i made a few days ago lol. either way i’m glad you’re here! i’ll try to give a rundown that isn’t entirely repetitive of other posts & reblogs linked above.

i don’t think it’s particularly helpful or accurate to say what a certain movement or political position is/isn’t because there are, in fact, many anti-psychiatries, all with their own perspectives about various points of tension, but i think these are the closest to general tenets:

anti-psychiatry = working toward the full dismantling of the system of psychiatry & its consequence of psychiatrization. recognizing psychiatry as a normalizing force & an oppressive institution. that work can be internal – “killing the psychiatrist in your head” – or more explicit activism.

full radical bodily autonomy for all. (this is often interrelated with harm reduction, as pertaining to drugs – prescribed & not – as well as self-injury, etc.) as also follows: the immediate & permanent end of forced institutionalization & forced medication, & the provision of thorough informed consent for all interventions.

destigmatization of mental illness, psychiatrized disabilities, Madness, & whatever else you’d like to call it; the right to be Mad.

material resources dedicated to supporting Mad people to live the lives we want.

so i would articulate anti-psychiatry as being less about the whiteness of therapists & more about therapy’s role in upholding whiteness, in a manner that can be simplified as two threads of the same rope, entwined & re-entwining:

psychiatric diagnosis as racialized violence. particularly “oppositional defiant disorder” or ODD, but also pretty much any “disorder,” especially “personality disorders” & diagnoses related to paranoia (as the adage goes, it’s not paranoia if they really are out to get you) medicalizes & thereby stigmatizes the state of being Black. entire schools of therapeutic thought (looking at you, CBT) are dedicated to convincing people they are not being targeted for unfair treatment by the people around them. it’s a one-two punch: we’ve invented a system that makes you Black & oppresses you on that basis, and then we punish you for recognizing it. these tools are then leveraged against other marginalized groups as the system sees fit.

ableism against those who “really are crazy.” theorists have dedicated their lives to explaining this better than me, but while there are forms of ableism that predate capitalism & modern concepts of race, in the present day ableism is a punishment for a real or perceived failure to uphold & reproduce racial capitalism. you aren’t productive; you aren’t making the imperialist state more money; you aren’t creating & then raising white babies in a nuclear family who will then produce more profit & more white babies, & so on.

a particular concern in the past few years is the increasing shift from policing by cops to policing by social workers and/or “trained mental health professionals”; the relative harms of prisons versus psychiatric hospitals can be debated, but ultimately both are forms of institutionalization which deny people autonomy & access to community, as well as often have long-term negative effects on things like employment (& therefore housing), parental custody, voting, etc.

i hope this answered your question! feel free to send a follow-up if you would like. in addition to my disability blog i recommend checking out @librarycards @bioethicists @bananapeppers @psychiatricsurvivorpositivity

[totally-original-artist]

Dragon HC ft. the brothers

A/N: Here's what dragons I assigned the obey me! demon brothers. I am literally in love with both obey me and how to train your dragon so I am combining it! This was really therapeutic to write

Lucifer: Deathgripper (3)

Dragons who basically radiate with Cerberus’s name

They only have 1 head so he gets three :)

Being one of the few dragons whose diet consists of other dragons, they help keep his brothers and their dragons in check

Also it’s just really cool imagining Luci with three of these acid spitting bad boys under his command

Mammon: Smothering Smokebreath (a flock)

What better dragon for the king of thieves than dragons that steal shiny metal things?

I’d imagine he just got adopted by a flock because he was carrying some grimm and he (unwillingly) offered it all to them

He just sticks around the nest and sometimes they give him small trinkets as an offering.

Whenever Lucifer has him cornered they help him escape using the smoke! Very handy!

Leviathan: Submaripper

Why? Bc Lotan

Honestly that’s kinda it…but also. Submarippers can be pretty territorial and get super defensive if you get too close. That really fits Levi ngl.

I can see him cooing to the dragon while scrubbing the algae off its body and scraping off any barnacles.

They are both slimy little fishies and they are best friends!! I will take no criticism for this!

Satan: Night Fury

Cat-like? Intelligent? Terrifying? Yea, definitely Satan 

Satan would read to it every night, since furies are curious by nature it would enjoy the time they spend together

With a dragon that basically camouflages at night, he has oh so many ideas on pranking Lucifer

Also he just really enjoys giving it scratches and spending time cuddling upside down on a tree.

Asmodeus: Death Song

The obvious choice of course

Pretty? Deadly? That just screams Asmo. He definitely spoils it to bits, has plenty of cute nicknames

He spends a lot of time just flying with it, doing cool moves and such, pretending they have an audience.

The most narcissistic duo. Would do anything for each other but nothing for anyone else.

Beelzebub: Gronckle

HOW COULD I NOT!! Large, cuddly, big eater?? Checks all the boxes!

Imagine the gronckle body slamming Beel cuz it's happy to see him and accidentally crushes him and is sad but a second later Beel lifts it up like “Happy to see you too :D”

“Beel stop bringing your dragon inside you’re gonna break something.” “But they were lonely :(“

They sleep together of course <3

Belphegor: Buffalord

Cow…buffalo…me things it works pretty well

It’s less of his dragon and more like a dragon he’s friends with that he visits once a week.

He love it when he’s lying on its back and it inflates and deflates it’s like a living marshmallow

The dragon doesn’t mind him either, they just kinda mutually exist next to each other.

[dingus-on-stardust]

Ngl I’ve been through some shit within the past few months, let alone this past year as a whole. Like shit, I started 2022 stressed, depressed, and hella anxious, and ended 2022 much the same but with ✨bad blood✨

This album that I’m going slightly feral for is actually pretty therapeutic, in addition to being way too goddamn amazing for my own good lmao. Like every track on this piece was a banger, every track both ripped off old bandages and healed wounds.

Anyways, that’s enough of my FOB brainrot, go stream it already ffs

[always-andromeda]

“Fool for Love” - Hank! Would be really into a fluffy cute cuddle session (naked 😏) and whoops, Hank lets a fart slip out and reader (she/her) immediately laughs loudly. Hank is mortified for a moment, but then reader unexpectedly farts pretty soon after! Now they’re both laughing and no one has to be embarrassed! Ain’t love grand? Farting is the great equalizer, baby! Hahahahaha 🤣 I’ll let you decide if you wanna get into backstory on why they’re both so gasy…

Author's Note | yESSS, I'm finally getting to one of your requests, bb!! UGH. as a person who gets insecure with just existing, this was kind of therapeutic and calming to write, ngl. thank you for being so patient with me and lovely and supportive in general! it's much appreciated!!

Warnings | implied smut, nothing else I can think of!

The pleasure fades until it's nothing but a fluttering heartbeat. A beautiful afterglow for you to bask in as Hank collapses beside you with a groan. You'd never thought you'd find yourself in bed with him; with that quiet but intense man you'd once met so long ago during your morning bus ride. All his hesitant glances had built unimaginably into something you were always excited to explore. Hank turns onto his side to face you.

Brushing a shaggy section of Hank's hair to the side, you observe his features. His light colored eyes, lingering tenderly on your own. Pink lips parting just slightly as he breathes steadily. His adam's apple bobs when he swallows hard and smiles placidly.

He's always so awkward. All knitted brows and wringing hands as he struggles to find the words to describe just how much he'd wanted this: closeness. He stays quiet though and allows you to watch him. His cheeks are slightly flushed with warmth when your hand caresses one of them, thumb swiping away a few drops of sweat from beside his lip.

Then it slips out. “It” being a loud fart that tears through the comfortable silence that had fallen over the room. Hank clenches his eyes closed and almost begins to apologize as he waits for the bed to shift. For you to practically jump away from him.

But all he hears is the sound of you giggling. Hank cracks an eye open and peeks through at you.

He finds your bright smile paired with upturned brows, "Do you have an upset stomach or something, Hank?"

Your concern only soothes him marginally. He still replies evasively, "No, I'm fine."

Grin growing in an attempt to placate him, you begin to speak, "Really, it's fine! It's totally normal and--"

Then it happens again. Only this time, you're the culprit and Hank is left staring with wide eyes before he bursts out into his own bout of gorgeous laughter. You scrunch up your nose at him and shove his shoulder lightly.

Hank says in a teasing tone, "You said that it's totally normal!"

"That's because it is!"

"Good. Then we can pretend it didn't happen." he concludes; hoping that's the absolute end of it. Until, of course, the smell begins to waft up the sheets and you fan them, giving yourself some fresh air.

"I'm sorry, but we can't pretend that didn't happen." you chuckle. Hank doesn't return the same energy. Your nonchalance begins to waver in the face of his hesitance. Oh God, did you just make this weird?

Hank just rolls his eyes at you. "God, you're so weird."

You hope that moving a little closer doesn't entirely ruin the mood and tease, "Nah, we're both weird. We're both just disgusting flesh bags. But at least we like each other. That makes things a little easier."

Hank finally gives in, "It does make things a tiny bit easier."

"Come here, weirdo." you hold out an arm and beckon for him to move in. He turns onto his other side and slides right into your arms. Being held like this is new for him, but he receives it as if he's been there dozens of times before. Your head nuzzled against his shoulder, you press loving kisses to his skin, spattered with faint freckles and array of pores you are already becoming familiar with.

And as anxious as a moment like this makes him, that sickness in his stomach is no longer twisting and rearing its negative head. It's as if you'd simply scratched its chin before patting it away. Cooing that the nerves had had their time to come out and play but that they were now overstaying their welcome. And with that, they retreated through some void in his heart.

Whether it's a void that will ever fully heal enough to not bother him anymore, he has no idea. But with the way you welcome the comfort with open arms, he begins to think that maybe he can manage getting a little better at accepting himself.