#treat him gently

[carrotcakebanditdoodles]

stop making the boy cry

[ryuuseishi]

Faustus

The “Cyborg”

[shepscapades]

More on Jimmy Who Knows Less Than Nothing About Androids (in which the fire inside Tango’s hands combined with the force of his shell cracking/popping probably forced some wires loose, so Tango now has to guide Jimmy through fixing and reconnecting everything. It takes, um… a little longer than Tango was expecting it to, but hey! At least he can use his hands now!)

[erineas]

Found this on my timeline and instantly felt like this

[bluetea-00]

Busting out the good old deltarune self insert once again

[wolfpoets]

just. the vulnerability of it all. izzy post-amputation is vulnerable: he's so weak he can barely stand, even with someone else holding him up. it would be impossible for him to care for himself in this state, let alone pull his weight on a working ship, and you know the enormity of the situation is not lost on izzy. i'm sure he strongly believes the crew should have killed him.

but they don't. they keep him alive. they find him a crutch (as undignified as a mop for a crutch may be). they make him a wooden leg. i'm sure they insist on cleaning his wound, changing his bandages. fang or frenchie or both are glued to his side constantly, supporting him, allowing him to walk. he is so utterly dependent on them now.

which is why it makes sense for him to be so fiercely protective of them when stede shows up. he snarls and growls and provokes, desperately hoping stede will take whatever anger he may have out on izzy, and not on the crew. he pleads for them, defends them. nothing was their fault. we did this to ed, not them. leave them be.

because izzy owes the crew a life debt, now, and he intends to pay it in full.

[leeisautistic]

this but james saying this to will in dark rise #3

[crybaby-bkg]

As much as you love Bakugou, he can sometimes do or say little things that upset you more than he would think. Most of the times it’s not even meant to be directed to you, other times he’s upset within other factors, and you just so happen to be in the crossfire.

He says something to you before you guys are headed out to go to Denki’s pool party. It was snippy and a little rude, and it’s enough to make you huff and become silent for the remaining time in the house. He tries to ask you little questions on the car ride over to Denki’s, but you either one-word him, or just make a noise in acknowledgment. You let him hold your bare thigh, surprisingly, but he knows it’s only because you don’t feel like speaking to him to ask him to remove it.

But when you get there, you practically haul ass it to the pool, stopped abruptly by a big hand encircling your wrist. Bakugou pulls you back to where he sits on one of the beach chairs, looks at you from over his black tinted glasses with a frown,

“Oi, did you put on any sunscreen before we left?” He asks, eyes you up and down, tries not to ogle at the bathing suit you didn’t let him admire much before putting your bathing suit slip on in the house. You frown at him and answer quickly,

“Yea, ‘course I did.” But he can tell that you’re either lying or don’t remember by the way your brows furrowed and your eyes slightly wandered off in thought. He only huffs and tugs you a little harder until you’re forced to sit in front of him, legs splayed on either side of the chair as you place your hands down in between your bodies.

“No ya didn’t.” Bakugou grunts, before digging into your packed beach bag and pulls out the sunscreen. You don’t fight him on this either, just stick your arms out for him, move your hair when he lathers up your neck. He grabs your ankles in his hands and slathers your legs in the sunscreen, and as you watch him and his intense focus, you can’t help but love how gentle he is with you. How rough and powerful palms glide across your legs, how thick fingers knead the sunscreen into your thighs and the sole of your foot, even if you don’t need it there.

He tells you to turn around, and you do. You can hear him squirting more into his hands, looking around bashfully at how your friends all smile at the two of you, lovingly jealous at how he dotes over you. You have to bite back a smile when he finishes, and places a soft kiss on both of your shoulder blades, your nape, behind your ear.

When you stand, you go to tell him thank you, but he pulls you down once more. Warm palms encase your cheeks, and he’s slathering your face down in sunscreen next. He twists your cheeks this way and that, just to hear you grumble, which makes him chuckle under his breath. He brushes his thumbs across your brows, smooths his fingertips across your forehead, pats at your chin and the creases of your nose, before he calls that he’s finished.

He pecks at your lips once, twice, and you allow him, even kissing him back for one or two of the kisses. He pushes his glasses up into his hair, his shiny forehead that’s tinted white from the sunscreen damn near blinding you.

“Sorry I was being a dickhead to you. You didn’t deserve it.” Bakugou grumbles, blinks at you with those stupidly pretty eyes that show how sincere he is. You stare down at him for a while before you hum, leaning forward to capture his lips in one last kiss.

“Be mean to me again and I’ll bite your arm off.” You whisper against him with a smile, listening to his surprised laughter bubbling from out of him. He knocks his forehead against your own, grinning, and promises that he’ll bite off the other arm too, just to save you the trouble.

[jondrettegirls]

[ID: Two drawings of Enjolras and Grantaire from Les Miserables. They are both of the pair, asleep in bed, spooning. But the first has Enjolras as little spoon, and the second has Grantaire as little spoon. End ID.]

usually i can instinctively instantly tell which of my blorbos is which spoon…. but i cant decide w enjoltaire what is going onnn….

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

after zuko's shit childhood i think he deserves a little babying

[itistimetodisappear]

Cory and his 3 dads

[beanghostprincess]

it wouldn't surprise me that, despite sanji being the literal cook of the crew, he had an eating disorder (ofc trigger warning here for eds, child abuse, starvation and, y'know, sanji's background in general).

he experienced the most traumatic years of his life trapped inside a fucking cell, with a metal helmet around his head and only eating when his father let him. which was 'only when the kid needs it', probably. which leads to judge saying 'i couldn't even kill my son' and it can translate to 'at least i kept you alive'. and not to turn this into irl trauma, but abusive parents constantly use the 'keeping you alive and giving you food' excuse (the bare fucking minimum) to guilt trip you into thinking that they're good and that you're exaggerating how bad they treated you because, well, at least they kept you alive, didn't they?

so here, sanji sees food as a form of loving but in the sense of 'at least my dad didn't kill me. that's something'. so his vision towards food remains positive but only because of his mom. only because his love language is acts of service and his mom took everything he gave her, even if it was horrific, as a way of saying 'i love all of you. you're perfect because you tried and the fact that you brought me your food is enough to make me feel loved. you're not a mistake' despite his brothers and his father saying that he was, indeed, a mistake and weak for wanting to give food to others instead of just taking it for himself.

both ideas of 'someone who loves you wouldn't let you starve' and 'offering food to others is opening up your heart' coexist inside little sanji's brain.

so it wouldn't be crazy to think that, although sanji loves cooking and his best early memories of it are that book that kept him dreaming while he was locked up, and his mom's words, has a hard time eating food.

besides, sanji is used to giving, not taking. he's not selfish, but actually extremely generous to the point of forgetting about his own well-being. i don't think he actually thinks about how hungry he is until it hurts. until he needs it. he only ate whenever his father let him so he wouldn't starve, and the only thing that made him feel well about food was the fact that he could give it to the one he loved and needed it.

sanji doesn't have good experiences eating food, but only cooking it. it's a great representation of his personality as a whole, to be honest.

then the whole zeff thing happens, and he actually almost starves to death and learns what hunger feels like. but once again, zeff saves him and he's the one to be hungry for not letting the kid starve. which might seem similar to what judge did, but 'not letting you starve because i couldn't kill you' isn't the same as 'not letting you starve because i don't want you to die'. sanji learns the difference that day.

he didn't know somebody could be that kind. especially to him, someone who doesn't deserve it (he thinks he doesn't) because, in his house, love only came when you earned it.

and, you know, sanji's like that. sanji's selfless. sanji does everything for others. and so the guilt eats him up first. what zeff did is beautiful and amazing and we love him for it, but we don't know about how that affected sanji at a young age. which only makes him even more selfless and more of a better, kinder, generous person. and that might be bad, considering how little he thinks about himself already-

he learns that throwing away food is awful, and that you have to be grateful for being able to eat. grateful for living. so his don't-waste-food policy is obviously a big part of his personality due to almost dying of starvation and also owing his life to his dad (zeff, the real one, of course. fuck judge).

but that can almost be dangerous because refusing to waste food leads to forcing yourself to eat only because of his concept of what food means.

and then we have luffy in wci saying the whole 'i won't eat anything that you haven't cooked' which is precious and something very beautiful to say to your cook, but that only brings sanji back to 'starving is a form of loving' and 'you can't let someone you love starve'. and no matter how much he wants to force himself to push luffy away, he gives him food because he knows his captain will keep his promise.

sanji feels guilty, once again, but he ends up fixing it.

the thing is, after everything i've said, i don't think it would be weird to think about sanji viewing food as something external. something that isn't for himself. something that he only has control over because it's for others and not for himself, and it's a concept, a form of love, and not a need. because he does not feel hungry. when it comes to food, he feels responsibility and guilt and love... but never hunger.

hunger is, by all means, a form of selfishness sanji isn't used to unless his body is about to give up completely. he can eat out of pleasure and satisfaction and love for food, but he does it to train a selfless skill that may or may not also be selfish in the sense of 'wanting to be loved and useful'.

so here we have:

seeing food as a form of love because at least his dad wouldn't let him die, but he probably learned to push away the concept of hunger

seeing cooking as the most beautiful way of showing your feelings and efforts and taking care of people

not knowing the concept of hunger due to his own selflessness

scratch the first one, actually starving for others is a form of loving. he will never let the people he loves starve even if it means he dies in the process.

he can't waste food because that would be insulting and disrespectful. no matter the context.

and i'm just saying (and this whole thing is extremely self-indulgent and me projecting again and again) that it wouldn't be surprising to me if he had some issues when it comes to eating and making food for himself.

it's not that he thinks he doesn't deserve food, it's just the thought that he doesn't need it. going back to his past it could be seeing hunger as a form of weakness (not when it comes to others. never when it comes to others), both because of what his family taught him men should be like, and the fact that the manliest man he knows used starvation as a form of love.

so it's seeing hunger as something that makes you weak, but only when it comes to himself because of course, he wouldn't apply the same rules for him as for everyone else. he's just like that.

he thinks about others first, and himself second. always second. and the thought of eating and needing it only comes when it's too much. and when that time comes, the voices in his head tell him that he's weak. and again, i don't think he sees himself as undeserving of food because he has this whole thing about everybody deserving to eat. but he has never played with the same rules as the rest, always a few steps behind, so if he can't fight the thoughts in his head contradicting his morals, that's just how he is.

not to mention the 'don't waste food' part which also would make him feel guilty about not being able to eat if the thoughts of not deserving food and being weak for needing to eat become too much. he can't eat because he doesn't deserve it and because he's weak. and he can't starve, because that would mean wasting food.

so, you know, sanji is out of options here.

if some days sanji just casually decides not to eat- forgets to prepare himself a meal while his crew enjoys his food... that's just the way he is, isn't it? and if he lies about it, it's just another form of love, keeping them away from his problems.

besides, controlling hunger and controlling food is the only way he has to take control of his messy life. when something is out of reach, the unstoppable thing called life he has never been able to control, at least he can choose not to eat. he can choose to starve, this time, with the comfort of knowing he won't. he can choose not to eat this time, not like all of those times when food was controlling him instead.

at least the strawhats will never, ever, starve if he's around. but of course, nobody thinks about asking the cook if he wants to eat. that would be absurd. and it's impossible to think sanji would have some sort of issue with it! sanji, the cook, who keeps telling them not to waste food, not eating? that would be absurd and too selfless to make sense.

that's just the way he is.

[good-beanswrites]

If it's okay with you, could you write a drabble about the hypothetical aftermath of Amane getting attacked by Kotoko?

Welp thank you pal for making me absolutely insane with this request 👍 I ran through a few hypotheticals and realized I had to shift some things around since there were so many absolutely tragic outcomes. I worked something out but damn if it didn’t make me emotional to think about how uniquely rough Amane has it. Even making sure she's in a good place at the end, this got pretty serious, so warnings for child abuse and cult references. 

(So in canon, Kotoko goes in order and attacks Fuuta, but Kazui steps in. Then she attacks Mahiru while he’s distracted with his injuries. She’s about to attack Amane, but Mikoto gets in the way (my hc that he did it on purpose survives!). By the time they reach a draw, Kazui is back, and the two of them can prevent Kotoko from any further action against Amane. Sticking to this apparent system of three attacks and one rescue, I’m just shuffling around the injuries for this story. Fuuta’s attack went unnoticed, and he’s in the same state as canon Mahiru. Mikoto steps in before Kotoko can fight Mahiru, so Mappi’s the one who get out physically unscathed. While Mikoto checks on Mahiru, recovers himself, or discovers Fuuta, Kotoko is able to attack Amane next. Kazui comes to help, but not before she leaves Amane looking like canon Fuuta.)

Mahiru could practically feel her heart shatter into a million pieces when Amane finally cried in front of her. She hadn’t shed a single tear yesterday – it was the shock, Shidou said. Mahiru was skeptical. After all, she had been shocked, too, and cried plenty.

Amane woke as she came in with breakfast. She took a moment to survey herself, bandages peeking out from beneath her pajamas and an eyepatch securely over her right eye. As calmly as one might say “good morning,” she started to cry. Mahiru might have missed it, if Amane hadn’t wiped at her good eye with her sleeve.

“Oh, sweetheart…!” Mahiru rushed over to her. “It’s okay, I’m here.” She wanted nothing more than to wrap the girl in a secure embrace, but she remembered the mass of bandages that were around her chest. Shidou had mentioned broken ribs and bruises. It took everything in her not to cry along with Amane, at the thought.

“I can get you another ice pack, if you need. Or more medicine.” Her mind spun with ways to help with pain. Many of the first aid supplies had been used to keep Fuuta from the brink of death, but surely there were extras to spare for Amane. 

The girl just shook her head. 

She muttered, “I can’t… I…I’m going to be punished, I’m going to be punished…”

“No! You’re safe now.” Mahiru placed her hands gently on Amane’s arms. “Kotoko’s not coming back. We’re all watching over you. You’re safe. She’s not going to hurt you anymore.” 

“That’s not…” Amane pulled away. Her voice stayed level, despite hiccups interrupting her. A hand reached up to her eyepatch. “It’s this. It’s all of this. It’s sinful. I took it off last night, but he must have…” She started unwrapping it. “They’re going to punish me...” 

With a careful motion, Mahiru held it in place and took Amane’s hands into her own. She’d been picking up on the signs ever since they arrived here together, and a final wave of understanding washed over her. 

“I can’t let you do that.”

Amane’s expression twisted, though words came out far more frantic than fiery. “Let me go.” 

Mahiru didn’t. “I’m sorry. Amane, you need this treatment.”

“That is not your decision to make. That is not any human’s decision to make.”

Mahiru pressed her lips together. “I know. But I can’t watch as you… I can’t sit by again while someone…” She was careful not to apply any pressure, but she could no longer fight the urge to gather Amane up in her arms. “You don’t need to be afraid of those people, anymore.”

“I’m not afraid.” Amane hiccuped. “They love me, and I love them. I need to be good for them.”

“I love you, and I don’t want to see you in pain.”

“You just pity me because I’m young.”

“Why does your age matter? You are a lovely young woman – you are my friend – and I can’t bear to see you in pain.”

The two sat in silence for a moment. Mahiru doubted she would take that as an answer; Amane had refused to call any of the others her friend. At least she didn’t argue. In fact, it seemed she was leaning into the embrace a bit more. She sighed a shaky breath into Mahiru’s uniform.

“Listen, Amane. Can you do me a favor? I’m trying to be a good girl, too. To make up for something awful, I need to make sure you’re alright. Can you help me? Can we be good together?”

A long pause followed. Amane’s voice spoke up, ever so gently.

“I suppose I can consider it.” She added quickly, “for the sake of your redemption. Of course.”

“Of course.”

[arvoze]

he's actually quite darling

[artiststarme]

Save Me From My Self (Esteem)

Based on a prompt from @nburkhardt. I hope it meets your expectations! Hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Eddie wasn’t used to people liking him or having positive relationships in general, really. From an early age, he learned that people would never truly like him for him. What was there to like? He wasn’t anything special and as much as he acted like he was, everyone always seemed to be able to see the broken boy behind the mask. Everyone hated him as soon as they laid their eyes on him and Eddie just couldn’t figure out why. 

Day one of being alive earned him the hatred of his mother. He was born premature after a painful labor and as soon as he was placed in his mother’s arms, all she saw were medical bills. She could see the debt and misfortune that this bundle of angst would bring her and she was already over it after a mere minute of holding him. 

She stuck around for a few years sneering and glaring at him from an emotional distance that felt infinite but a physical distance of just a few feet. And as soon as she walked into the trailer one day to find Eddie trying on her makeup and wearing her only black dress, she was done. She packed her things and left that very night with only a single sentence left to his dad in her wake, ‘you can deal with him now’.

Life became harder without his mom around. Even though her presence only brought sneers and hissed insults, she was still his mom. She’d acted as a barrier between Eddie and his dad. As soon as she’d left, everything became so much more miserable. His dad would hit him and push him around. He shaved his hair so short that his scalp bled. And worst of all, he would take Eddie on runs of the criminal variety to show him the ropes. He wanted to pass on his ‘legacy’, as if you could call grand theft auto and armed robberies a legacy. 

Eddie lived with his dad for two years before he was arrested and then Eddie was shipped off to live with an uncle he hadn’t seen in years. And poor Wayne. It took a long time for him to be able to make Eddie comfortable enough to talk, let alone function as a normal human being. Eddie was a scared boy, neglected and abused by the people that should’ve loved him, and condemned by the people that could’ve helped him. But after months of soft voices, patience, and panic attacks, Eddie came around enough to whisper stilted thoughts about DnD and fantasy that goes right over Wayne’s head. Still, Wayne would nod and ask just enough questions for Eddie to understand that he cared. That he would be the first person in his life not to hurt him. 

Everyone in Hawkins hated him. The adults of the town would turn their noses up at his skinned knees and bare head. He never even had a chance to prove himself in their scathing eyes. The kids would push him against the walls at school and poke fun at his living in a trailer. They would laugh at his worn down clothes and the shoes that always had a hole in the sole. They never gave him a chance to be himself.

Eddie had to change quickly to survive. He constructed a whole facade to act as armor to protect himself from all of the hate he received daily. He fully embraced their jaunts and sneers, he took their hisses of ‘Freak’ like it was a nickname of endearment. Eddie Munson became their worst nightmare just like they’d all expected him to. He couldn’t distinguish himself from his facade anymore, the edges having become too blurred over the years. 

When he decided to form Hellfire, he didn’t really expect anyone to join. Who would willingly associate with the Freak of Hawkins High? But Wayne had been prodding him to make some friends outside of the stray cats at the Trailer Park and who was Eddie to refuse? He never could’ve imagined Gareth, Grant, and Jeff joining or inviting him to join their metal band too. It seemed too good to be true and Eddie waited for the other shoe to drop for months. When it didn’t though, he realized that he’d unknowingly made some lifelong friends.

His self-esteem didn’t improve during the week he was on the run from the cops for a series of murders he didn’t commit, hunting a bad guy from an alternate dimension who seems dead set on ruining his life in particular. This group of people took him in like they’d known him for years and Eddie couldn’t wrap his head around it. They were protecting him, making plans to confuse the cops and clear his name, including him in inside jokes like he was their friend, he didn’t understand. With everyone new in his life, he doesn't know what to do.

Afterwards when they defeat Vecna and he almost dies, Steve “The Hair” Harrington sits by the side of his hospital bed and brings him metal cassettes from his room in the trailer that wasn’t entirely destroyed. He asks him on a date two weeks after he’s released from the hospital and of course Eddie says yes, albeit confusedly and waiting for him to deliver a punchline. But he never does. He woos him with fancy picnics and movie nights, he kisses him under the stars with a joint between their fingers, and he cuddles him deep into the night when their nightmares keep them awake.

Eddie comes to the conclusion that there must be something wrong with him. Why else would Steve be interested in him if not for all of the head trauma? And something was probably wrong with Uncle Wayne, Dustin, the rest of the Party, and his bandmates. The whole town hates him, as they should, so for the Party not to, they must be disturbed mentally. 

However, when Eddie mentions that to Uncle Wayne, Dustin, and Steve at one of their movie nights, Wayne smacks him on the backside of his head. 

“Ow, what the hell!”

“Boy, I know you ain’t stupid but that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard,” Uncle Wayne gripes at him.

Steve just looks heartbroken. “You think something is wrong with us for loving you?”

“Stevie, you’ve had a lot of concussions…”

“Well I haven’t!” Dustin yelled. “We love you because you’re you, Eddie. The people that hate you have something wrong with them, not us!”

Eddie just blinked at him. That thought hadn’t come to mind. Maybe there was something wrong with the people that hated him and not with the few that loved him, huh.

Steve saw him thinking and reached out to hold his hand. “You getting it yet? I love you no matter what, whether I have brain trauma or not.”

Eddie nodded, “Yeah? So I can stop waiting for the other shoe to drop?”

“Yeah and I’ll prove it to you for the rest of our lives. I’ve got both shoes firmly on the ground, Eds. You never have to worry about shoes dropping with me,” Steve whispered. 

“Did you just fucking propose to him by talking about shoes?!” Dustin asked, flabbergasted.

“Huh, I guess I did.”

“I love you, Big Boy. I'd marry you in a heartbeat,” Eddie said, pulling Steve into a bruising kiss.

“Glad y’all settled this but go smooch each other somewhere else. I’m trying to watch Gremlins in peace, thanks.”

“Love you too, Uncle Wayne!” Eddie told him, borderline maniacally.

“Love you too kid, now go defile your boyfriend away from me.”

“Wayne!” Steve gasped, scandalized.

“I agree,” Dustin added.

“Dustin!” 

Eddie just laughed as he pulled Steve down the hall to his bedroom. Hey, he wasn’t going to look at a gift horse’s teeth.

He still had a long way to go when it came to recognizing his own self-worth. But with Steve, Dustin, and Uncle Wayne in his corner, it was sure to be much easier than it ever had been before.

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