#urgh brain why

[lyss-butterscotch]

Rot wings concept featuring rot suns because I got bored waiting for my brother to finish grocery shopping

[erabu-san]

Random doodles again

[nicomoon69]

a malnourished, tired, looking like death and very scarred Jason makes so much more sense to me than anything else. even if the pit magically made him taller and like buff/fixed his issues before death he wouldn’t be able to upkeep that. he might’ve been like that right after he came back and in his early RH days but as time dragged on and especially after Bruce and everyone else rejects his twisted way of reaching out he just can’t (also idk maybe it’s him finding comfort in how he lived before Bruce since taking care of himself might be too much like when he felt he was still at least somewhat cared for)

just the messy floor with trash, empty alcohol bottles and cigarette packs is perfect. I may not like how they handle everything but just the way Jason copes and how that affects him physically. perfect. love it. will draw it when I get back home

[mtndw-whteout]

Oh to be a different person, in a different life.

I wrote somethin, its an au ive been festering with for a while

sorry for all the angst lately

Sirens rang through Reigens mind as he stared blankly at the wall before him. The smell of burnt wood and ash stained his nose, and his chest heaved heavily. 

The sound of discomfort wailed from the small child against his chest, snot-filled cries filling the silence. Reigen peered down at the child - Ritsu - lightly hushing him in hopes of comforting him. Ritsu stirred as he cried, his ash-covered face scrunched. Tears ran down his cheeks, leaving streaks through the muddied mess. Reigen's mouth pulled down into a frown, noting the small blisters forming on Ritsu’s cheeks and hands. 

Beside him, another child sat, leaning against Reigen as he watched out the window. Unlike Ritsu, he had not cried once since they arrived at Reigen’s small apartment. Shigeo was older, though, by only a year. He had as much reason to cry as his brother did, but he didn’t. 

Instead, he sat quietly, his face equally blistered and ash-covered, and watched the visible stars move slowly. 

Reigen didn’t know what to make of the situation. It was only a few days prior that he sat at the Kageyama’s table, laughing and carrying on. Then he got the call; he didn’t even remember getting into his car. The sight of the house - the home they had welcomed him into - in flames. He remembered briefly having Ritsu placed into his arms as Shigeo stood by him, his eyes glued to the street. His trembling hand holding onto his sleeve. The relief that flooded him knowing they were okay was beat by the dread of knowing that their parents weren’t. 

After a ride in an ambulance and a day at the hospital later, they were deemed okay to leave. He was told they weren’t in the house long after the fire started. Burn cream was applied to their faces and arms, but other than that they were healthy. 

Just apply the cream daily until the blisters are gone. He could do that.

Right. 

Now he was in charge of two kids when he barely could take care of himself; and as much as that feeling overwhelmed him, he knew he had to pull through. He was, at the moment, the only one the boys had. 

“Reigen..?” Shigeo called, his voice small just like the rest of him. He faced up at him, he looked tired. 

“Yeah, kiddo?” Reigen’s voice cracked but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Shigeo rubbed one of his eyes with the back of his hand. 

“Can I take a bath?” 

“Of course, will you watch your brother while I run the water?” He asked as he shifted to stand. He placed Ritsu in Shigeo’s awaiting arms, the younger boy had fallen asleep and only stirred at the movement.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, watching Shigeo nod slightly. He made his way to the bathroom, the tile cold against his sock-covered feet. Turning the faucet on, he plugged the tub and watched the water pour for a moment. 

Returning to the living room, he noticed Shigeo humming and rocking Ritsu in his arms. It was sickly sweet to watch, it made his chest tighten uncomfortably. 

“The bath should be ready soon.” He told Shigeo as he seated himself in front of the boy. 

Shigeo looked up at him, his eyes barely staying open as he offered a small smile. 

“‘itsu’s bein’ fussy,” Shigeo said, his voice just above a whisper. “‘e’s tired, like me.” 

“Yeah? You ready to go to bed soon?” Reigen asked and was met with a yawn in response. He laughed. “If you want, we can go out and get some Mobdonalds in the morning. How does that sound?” 

Shigeo hummed, too tired for words. Reigen smiled and stood up once again. He reached down and offered to take Ritsu. Shigeo allowed his brother to be scooped up and accepted the hand that was extended to him afterward. Ritsu awoke again, whining only a little as they made their way to the bathroom.

After a lot of bubbles and gentle scrubbing, they were finally ash-free. Their blisters thankfully were healing quickly, especially only after such a short amount of time. 

Reigen got them dressed for bed and soon they fell asleep beside him on his bed. Unfortunately for him, sleep didn’t come anytime soon. He spent his time staring at his ceiling; thinking of how his future was going to look from now on.

UGH im not good at writing im sorry, im just didn't want to draw it out

basically, in short, The Kageyama house fire? yeah it happens and the kageparents don't survive, and Reigen, who the Kageparents had known since he was 14, is now Ritsu and Shigeos guardian. An older brother of sorts.

Reigen is 20, Shigeo is 4 and Ritsu is 2, going on 3.

AAAHHHHHH

[puppyeared]

ive made myself more wet and pathetic

[sunsetcorvid]

hyperfixates so hard that it interferes with my school and basic bodily needs

[eryanlainfa]

Animation wip of them💕

[hongthoven]

istg my brain only wants to write when the timing isn't right.

Whether i'm at work or it's too late at night and I have to go to bed soon, you can bet your ass that is precisely when the words will come to me smoothly and ideas will pop into my brain like fireworks on the 4th of July.

[transgender-catboy]

Literally on my hands and KNEES!!!

Why can't people make plushies for Peter B too? There's tons of Miguel plushies, I just wanna get one of my guy...

[awolfnamedluna]

brain... why sad

[rackartyg]

“on my second playthrough of astarion’s romance his act 1 scenes made me feel so icky” good! they’re supposed to!

[waytooinvested]

Sometimes being autistic at work is the WORST.

[minty-bubblegum]

The urge to send you pictures of myself but then remembering that you live on the other side of the country and that this is a social media website that could be filled with creeps and tha for all I know you could be a creep and I'm scared.

What does this mean

[sallertiafabrica]

Missing Connection

The hippocampus is where events in your life are stored. All the previous experiences that shape you. When you need something recalled, it is set into action, and the memory travels to your frontal cortex.

But what happens when that connection is severed?

———

A take on amnesiac Emma with a slightly altered reward.

(Ao3 link)

Welp, I got this outta my head. Now back to the usual (non)schedule.

[starfoxnerd4instinct]

Welp... New GRANRODEO song just dropped and my ass is back to blasting their entire discography on my headphones....

[star-scrambled]

blaugghhhh i need better Tumblr tags and i need to figure out my themeeeeee