#(A MERE PATIENT)

[buttercupart]

im waking up i feel it in my bones

[tenebriism]

// Just a heads up that I'm... going through a few marital issues right now. I don't usually talk about my issues and prefer not to, but... things are a tad rough and uncertain, at the moment, so please just... have patience with me if I'm not around, and please understand if I just... don't have it in me to socialize or take on the brunt of anyone else's issues, right now. I know we're all going through things, so I just ask that... maybe just ask first if you wanna vent or trauma dump to me. I don't mind listening, but I wanna make sure I'm in the right headspace, myself.

Thank you. <3

[saintsesce]

thinking about evan rosier with an amputation kink in the way his brain just sees an interruption in the human form or a deviance in body parts one expects to exist & the incompleteness ignites a certain sexual impulse within him that he, ever in his cogent mind, could not make of rational sense but that it simply is. meanwhile barty crouch jr who forever craves and fantasizes losing a healthy limb to serve his own mental body representations as he could only ever feel fully his self in destroying a part of him; a factoid he relays with all the sense a seemingly cohesive mind can.

[redrobin-detective]

I keep thinking about how sad and unfair Ice King/Simon's relationship with Fionna and Cake was in the main Adventure Time series. We all made fun of him for writing gender bent fanfiction of Finn and Jake. Characters cringed at how obsessive Ice King got about his fantasies, the lengths he went to so they could be real. He believed so fiercely in those ideas that he acted out in ways that were extreme even for him.

Typical Adventure Time to take a gag and make it into something serious.

Because Fionna and Cake WERE real. Prismo created them and their world and then dropped it into Ice King's head. Yes, he had permission but did IK know the reason? The risks? What even was happening? Or did Prismo take advantage of the fact that Simon was a prisoner in his own mind with little agency to force more confusion into his scattered and incoherent brain. How much of his actions was the result of a godlike being knowing that Ice King's resultant behavior would be written off and dismissed.

In addition to the loss of sanity and identity Simon had to deal with over his years as Ice King, he also had the burden on an entire universe of living people living in his head adding to his delusions. How devastating that must have been for someone who could barely tell what was real on a good day.

[moodyvoid]

This is Beanie

[aliferous-ly]

going to the doctors is like "my aunt's ex boyfriend's new girlfriend said that she once knew someone with similar symptoms as me and they had [syndrome/problem], so she thought i possibly maybe perhaps have that too, of course I had to bring it up to you because I am a fool, an idiot who has no self awareness of their own body, is there a miniscule tiny itty bitty chance that I possibly maybe perhaps could have [syndrome/problem]?"

[kisara-kaiba]

my urge to write a fic where Kisara is a nurse who cares for Seto VS the fact that i myself am a healthcare professional in training and therefore deeply morally opposed to carer-patient relationships

[maeo-png]

medic being an extravagant borderline theatre kid when he’s in his element (lying to cHeavy, the jekyll and hyde of his personality) and something about operating theatres. there’s something there. i know it.

[zcrayas]

Love comes in many forms. Cleaning / polishing jewelry / equipment. Helping with hair / dress. Greet with a smile - genuine happiness to see one well. Giving other space and own time. Bringing favourite things or gifts - whether requested, or not. Staying by one's side when one is most vulnerable - troubled, accepting that. Holding one close, for shared comfort, the sound of heart. Touch starvation is a real pain.

[chryza]

I want more comments on my fic (and it steadily does receive a new reader now and again) but that requires writing a chapter I’ve been trying to write for literally three years so idk we’ll see

[somewherebetweenrage]

slightly mad about my tag situation let's see if this at least makes them easy to find

[trlvsn]

I FORGOT TO CHECK have you finished your take on kristoph's psychelocks?? ABSOLUTELY TAKE UR TIME I'm just excited to see what u have in mind

- Writer anon

logically, by now, i should have and could have already, but the semester burnt me out so much my brain feels wrong and exams are still happening, so there's that. still, i did kinda hit a breakthrough! the last post i made about the locks was me breaking three of them (1st, 4th and 5th) but then i realized something new and very important about the fifth one and that kinda tied the theory together as well. point is: i know the big picture and i understand kristoph's motives and character like ... almost fully overall, but i have details to work out and things to check. also nights to sleep through and braincells to restore. anatomy assignments broke me, i can barely draw and post now istg

[twilightdomain]

you all just fucking wait. you wait. youre not ready for when i get to play a talisman pact warlock up to and above level 11 its going to fucking happen one of these days and the sheer romance (ambiguous) is going to level buildings

[anarkhebringer]

OCs are fun, because you can have a guy and his clone he made because he was lonely, and depending on the AU that clone can be either his not-quite-romantic-but-still-kinda-romantic other half or his son

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

toji is okay with you not making eye-contact with him during sex because he knows that you're just overwhelmed, right? it's because he simply loves to feel your lips against his skin when you hide your face in the crook of his neck because that's how he knows he's taking good care of you, right?

fuck no.

those are not the only reasons.

if you look toji in the eyes while he's fucking you, he will cream his pants like a fucking teenager who's just seen a pair of tits for the first time.

when he has you on your back with your heels digging into his lower back and with your hands clawing at your back, his own arms barely supporting his body as he sinks into you; you look beautiful like this – a layer of sweat covers your body and he thinks about licking it all up, your bitten lips are parted and the sounds that spill from you cloud toji's mind like a drug. you're writhing and you're squirming, squeezing around his cock so tight that he feels like he's about to pass out.

and then... your eyes.

eyebrows scrunched together, you stare up at him and toji thinks he's going to die instead. tears brim in the corners while your pupils are blown wide, a mix of pleasure and adoration swimming in the dark orbs as he brings you closer and closer to another high. oh, he thinks you look like a fucking painting. like you belong in a museum.

the way you're looking at him is making his cock twitch inside you and that in turn makes you blink at him. you flutter your eyelashes while pressing your heels deeper into his back, silently begging for more.

"f-fuck..."

toji's head falls as he squeezes his own eyes shut. he feels like he's on fire. he feels like he's about to fucking explode. he's going to cum just because you're looking at him with nothing else but love in your eyes. he feels stupid for it – a little embarrassed that such a simple thing is getting to him so easily, but when he feels your hand on his jaw, cradling him like he's something that could break – the shame fades.

the combination of meeting your gaze once again, the care in them, and the love you offer him, makes the knot in his belly snap.

you caress his cheek as you hold your eyes on him, eager to watch him unfold in front of you. a fucked out smile makes its way to your lips and toji's heart skips a beat at the sight. he's never felt weaker, he's never felt more loved. oh, you're something alright.

he also can't handle your eyes whenever you're giving him head. he simply cannot do it. he does love watching you, he really fucking loves it – how you screw your eyes shut, your eyebrows furrowing as you concentrate on your breathing. how the drool pools in the corners of your mouth and how it dribbles down your chin. how your whole body twitches when you gag around him. how small your hand looks on him, how you massage his heavy balls. how pretty you look while doing it all – he's obsessed.

but the second you open your eyes and look back up at him... he's throwing his head back and hiding behind his arm. and while the view of his neck does get you to rub your own thighs together in want – it's not enough.

you want more.

taking your lips off his cock and ignoring the line of spit that connects you to it, you patiently wait for him to look at you. you even stop jerking him off, just resting your hand around his base. his dick twitches and another glob of pre-cum trickles from his tip.

"toji?"

your voice is as sweet as ever and he knows it's a trap. he grumbles back at you in hopes of convincing you to continue, but he's wrong. merely giving his base a squeeze, you watch how the older man buck his hips into your fist.

"look at me."

he won't, he won't, he won't. you're evil, you're awful, you wish to torture him until he dies. this is how it all ends for him. he won't.

"please..."

his balls twitch and his his body burns. he needs to cum so fucking bad but he hates looking like an actual old man, who can't keep his shit together.

"look at me, baby."

it's more of a demand now and he can't resist you. he never has and he never will. whatever you say goes – if you tell him to jump off a damn cliff, he will do so. if you want to break him just like you're doing right this moment, then so be it. he's all yours.

his arm falls from in front of his face and his green eyes crack open to the most glorious sight in the world. you look completely fucked out and your hair is a mess, your lips and your chin are all covered in spit and he thinks of you as an angel of some sort.

you give him a smile and his hips buck into your fist again, but you don't tease him for it – you want him to feel good. so you press a kiss to his sticky tip as you hold his lust-filled gaze and it's enough for him to blow his load all over your gorgeous face.

you lap at his tip like a kitten, collecting the few drops that threaten to escape while still pumping him with your one hand and massaging his balls with the other. toji grips the sheets below with both his hands – his fingers tug at the material so hard that they almost rip but neither of you care.

you worshipping his cock, or better yet worshipping him, is baffling to him. but he's not complaining. you take him into your mouth again, eyes still on his, you wrap your lips wrap around his tip and push him into overstimulation.

curses tumble from his scarred lips like they're the only words he knows and you can't help but smile while still having him him in your mouth. you're covered in his cum and now you're fucking grinning up at him – he really does think he's about to pass away. there's no way this is real, that you're not something his mind conjured up to plague him with. your hands feel godly and your mouth feels so fucking warm. no, this is it – he's officially dying.

taking your lips off of him with a pop, your smile widens even more as you give him an 'ahhh!' as if you've just had the best meal of your life and toji doesn't waste a second before pushing off the bed.

"fuck, come here."

his knees hit the floor with a thud as he lunges at you like a starved beast. he grabs your cheeks and pulls you toward him, smashing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. he needs to feel you, he needs to taste you. he needs to love you.

he needs to give you his all.

[lilac-melody]

Hnmmgg. Writing pain.