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wosospacegirl · 3 days ago

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And they were roommates - part 1

Summary: Y/n gets injured and has to stay in recovery for 8 months. It's a good thing her friend and teammate Kyra is more than willing to move in with her. wink wink

Warnings: mentions of injury; Kyra is a pest and reader is grumpy

Word count: 3.5k

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Y/n’s teammates said she didn’t scream when Millie Bright stepped on her tibia. Beth said she could hear the crack as Y/n’s bone broke in two. But again, Y/n didn’t scream.

Leah said Y/n didn’t cry when the medical staff took her to the infirmary when they touched her broken leg to see where it hurt.

Y/n didn’t show any emotion. It was as if she wasn’t there.

Y/n was unable to answer any of the doctors’ questions when the Arsenal staff went to check her in at Great Ormond Street Hospital. They gave Y/n’s personal information and explained what had happened during the match against Chelsea.

Y/n was now lying in a hospital bed, wearing an ugly hospital gown, as a series of different doctors tried to explain her condition to her.

“It seems like a transverse fracture, miss,” one of the doctors had told her.

“Surgical intervention will be necessary—” said another.

“At least 8 months to full recovery,”

That last voice echoed endlessly in/n’s mind and that’s when she cried for the first time.

Y/n’s has been at the hospital for two days now. Her operation was yesterday, and thankfully, she was able to go home, but there was one problem: Y/n had no one to go home to. She has lived on her own since moving to London years ago after she signed for Arsenal.

Y/n was sure she could look after herself. She had been injured before and had managed just fine on her own. She was very independent, self-reliant and—

“Stubborn,” Kyra told her. “You are the most stubborn person I have ever met in my entire life,” the Australian said. Standing in front of Y/n’s hospital bed with her jaw clenched.

“I am not stubborn. I have the legal system on my side, and I’m not letting you break into my house,” Y/n told Kyra, her long-time friend and teammates

Break in?” Kyra said exasperatedly, pressing her palms to her face and dragging them down in frustration. “You’re making it sound like I’m kicking you out of your own house so I can live in it alone.”

“That’s basically what’s happening,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes.

“I’m only moving in with you because you need someone to help you around until you are completely healed.” Kyra took a step closer to Y/n’s bed, softness on her face. “It will be just like when we have film nights, come on’.”

Y/n and Kyra had been friends since the U19 World Cup. When they met again as Arsenal’s teammates, their friendship just grew. They were always at each other’s houses and always found something fun to do after training alongside Alessia or any other girls. Y/n adored Kyra. How could she not? Kyra was sweet and funny, and yeah, sometimes a pest, but Y/n loved her anyway, she was her happiest self when Kyra was by her side. Unfortunately, Y/n wasn’t in a position to be just her usual self. She was injured and didn’t even know if she would be back on the pitch when her recovery was complete.

She was frustrated, and at the moment, Kyra was her punching bag.

“I’m not incapacitated, I can take care of myself, they gave me crutches and everything,” Y/n said, pointing to her new best friends for the rest of the year. The crutches were in the corner of the room, next to the hospital bag Leah packed for her after the team found out that Y/n would be in the hospital for a few days.

“And how will you drive? How will you do your groceries? How will you cook?” Kyra said, trying to make Y/n see the real situation they were in. She needed help, and Kyra was on a mission to be everything Y/n needed right now, even though she was being difficult about it.

“I can take a cab and order takeaway,” Y/n said persistently. “Besides, you can’t even cook! Last time Alessia tried teaching you how to make chicken pasta and you couldn’t even touch the chicken

“Okay, first of all, chicken is gross,” Kyra got up from Y/n’s bed and picked up Y/n’s bag from the floor, along with the girls’ crutches. “Second, I’ll try hard to cook us both good meals! I even bought a cookbook,” Kyra said proudly

“Oh God, you’ll poison me.” Y/n said dryly, pressing the bridge on her nose.

“I will if you don’t get out of this bed and let me take you home. The hospital needs its bed back,” Kyra handed Y/n her crutches and helped her to her feet. It wasn’t the first time the girl had stood up after the surgery, but she still wasn’t used to her new cast. She felt like a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time.

The cast looked cute, though. The Arsenal girls had come by later that day, and everyone had written well wishes on it, Vic had even draw some flowers near Y/n’s ankle. Kyra also took a lot of time drawing small doodles all over it; the Australian had said it looked sad, ugly and boring before her special touch.

With a hand on Y/n’s back, Kyra slowly urged the girl to take a step in. “Does it feel all right? Do you think we should get a smaller crutch?” She asked, hovering over Y/n.

Y/n looked at the crutches in disgust. “No, their size is fine, I just— I hate this, and I hate this cast, and—” Y/n felt her eyes well up with tears.

Frustration.

Y/n’s body was filled with frustration and pain. Her leg hurt, even though she had been given strong painkillers, and now she was a mess, crying in an ugly hospital gown. Her hair was dirty because she hadn’t had a chance to wash it since the game. Her life was completely chaos. And there was nothing she could do about it.

Y/n was used to being independent. She had moved to London after her eighteenth birthday to play for Arsenal, her first professional club. For the first time in her life, she was without her parents and family, and she genuinely thrived on it. Y/n was pretty much a free bird, she didn’t need anyone, until now.

Y/n felt Kyra coming closer, friendly arms embracing her before she could resist the physical touch. “Shh, it’s okay,” Kyra said to Y/n, trying to comfort her. “You’re in a lot of pain right now, and the situation hasn’t really sunk in for you yet, but once it does, it’ll get easier.”

Kyra was the same age as Y/n, but she was definitely the most easy-going and good-humored of them, although right now Kyra looked older. Y/n was usually the more mature one, at the moment she wasn’t. So, she just let her friend comfort her.

“Steph told me that she cried for a whole week when she got injured during that Matilda’s match back in May,” Kyra said.

“Is that an attempt to soothe me?” Y/n asked playfully, lips still trembling.

“I’m trying my best,” Kyra admitted. “I’m better with jokes than support-giving.”

“I think you are pretty good at both,” Y/n replied. “But it’s all right now, no more affection,” Y/n mumbled, cleaning her cheeks away from the tears and pulling away from Kyra’s embrace

Damn, Y/n really needed that hug. Maybe the whole neuroscience community was right when they said that humans needed other humans. Oxytocin released all that.

“Oh, come on, you love my affection,” Kyra teased, a glimpse of her cheeky smile showing.

“No, I don’t.” Y/n huffed.

“Stop lying to yourself.”

“Whatever.” Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at her lips. She took a deep breath and looked around the room she’d called hers for the past few days. “Can you get my things please?”

Kyra rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh, asking for my help now, are you?”

Y/n crossed her arms. “If you keep being annoying, I’ll just ask Leah to come over and take care of me.”

Kyra picked up Y/n’s belongings from the hospital’s wardrobe, it wasn’t much, but other players had been kind enough to send gifts for Y/n. “Leah’s a tough love person; you guys wouldn’t last a day living together,” Kyra warned.

Y/n sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“I always am,” Kyra said under her breath, taking one last look around the room “I think I have everything,” Kyra said, shifting a load of things in her arms. “I’ve got your bag, the flowers Millie sent as an apology, Beth and Viv’s plushie, Leah’s basket, Alessia’s ballons…”

Y/n bit back a laugh. Kyra wasn’t exactly short, but with all the things she was carrying, she looked like a child drowning in oversized toys and presents.

The two girls left the hospital, and for Yn’s misery, she had to use a wheelchair. Kyra teased her all the way out of the hospital to the car.

After a 20-minute drive, Kyra parked her car in Y/n’s garage. It was a sunny Tuesday, and the neighbourhood was quiet. Y/n neighbours were not around at this time of the day—they were busy at work and school— which Y/n was grateful about; she didn’t want any further attention on her injury.

It was already enough having a million texts from her family every 5 minutes asking how she was, she didn’t want her neighbour to worry too. Especially Mrs. Petunia, the old lady who lived across the road. Mrs. Petunia was a sweetheart, but she started to treat Y/n as a child once she found out the girl lived ‘all alone,’ during one of their quick conversations.

When Kyra turned off the car, Y/n was already on a mission to unbuckle her seatbelt and get out of the car, but Kyra was quicker.

“Hey, hey, slow down,” Kyra said, helping Y/n to her crutches against her will. “I can’t have you falling face-flat on the pavement on my first day as your caretaker.”

“I can get out of the car own my own, Ky, thank you very much!” Y/n said grudgingly, trying to get keep her balance on the crutches, but failing miserably. “Okay, I may need your help,” Y/n admitted.

Kyra smiled, as if she had won an argument. “See! that wasn’t so hard.” The other girl said, holding Y/n’s elbow, guiding her towards the front door.

Y/n didn’t answer, a forming on her face.

“Don’t start getting annoying now, we’ve barely made it to your house, we’ve got a long way to go,” Kyra said, unloading Y/n’s belongings from her car. “So just try to smile—like this.” She flashed an exaggerated grin at Y/n, showing off her pearly white teeth.

“I’m going to be annoying until this stupid bone grows back, which will take a longtime, and that’s why you don’t need to move in with me ,” Y/n said, still unwilling to accept the whole arrangement Kyra and the rest of the team had apparently plotted behind her back.

"Will you drop it?" Kyra asked, pulling a large teddy bear out of the car— the one with a ‘Get Better Soon’ t-shirt, courtesy of Katie and Caitlin. “It’s already been decided; I’m staying here until you are completely healed.”

“That’s the problem! Who decided it? It’s my house, it’s my life,” Y/n argued, if she wasn’t holding on to the crutches for dear life, Y/n would dramatically throw her arm into the air.

“Me and Leah decided it when you where—well, you know—catatonic,” Kyra replied, fishing a set of keys from her pocket.

“I was never catatonic! What are you going to say next? That I’m hysterical? Is this the early 20th century?” Y/n said, allowing herself to be melodramatic.

“You do look a bit crazy right now,” Kyra shot back, turning the key in the door.

Y/n wished Millie hadn’t broken her good leg, or else she’d have kicked Kyra right there. So much for five and a half years of friendship.

“Hand on, how did you get my keys?” Y/n asked when she noticed that Kyra was already unlocking thedoor.

“Leah took them from your locker at the stadium after you went to the hospital,” Kyra explained. “Just so you know, Leah came here yesterday to make sure the doors and windows were locked and to check if you had left the cooker on or not.”

“Leah was here? And she took my keys and gave them to you? And why would I even leave my cooker on anyway?”

“Yep. She was also kind enough to make up your guest room for me to sleep in while I stay here,” Kyra said with a grin, ignoring Y/n’s rhetorical question.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Good to know my house is not my house anymore.”

“It’s our house now,” Kyra teased as she let Y/n pass through the door first, following close behind. “We are roomies!”

“No, we are not,” Y/n muttered.

“Roomies!” Kyra repeated, more enthusiastically

Y/n tried to hold her laughter, but she failed. Kyra looked cute when she was excited. It was Y/n’s first real laugh she broke her leg on the pitch.

Maybe sharing a house with her best friend wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Y/n hated sharing a house with Kyra. She wasn’t sure is she could do it anymore.

“Wow, rude! I’m right here!” Kyra pouted.

“Oh, did I say that out loud?” Y/n asked, her voice dripping with false remorse.

Kyra rolled her eyes. “I’m just helping you get down the stairs. Can’t your brain tell the difference between receiving help from a gorgeous friend and feeling threatened?”

Now, it was Y/n’s turn to roll her eyes. “You are so dramatic, Kyra.”

“So are you!” Kyra replied, raising her eyebrows. “At least I got two working legs.”

“That’s low even for you,” Y/n said, elbowing Kyra in the stomach— not hard enough to hurt.

“And now you attack me, what’s next? Hit me with your crutches? Kick me…”

Kyra explained to Y/n all the ways she could hit her, given the circumstances, as they walked down the stairs. Y/n thought them but decided not to act on her deviant ideas—especially after Kyra made her popcorn, like the sweetheart she was.

Y/n was stretched out on the couch, the popcorn bowl on her stomach, her bad leg propped up on a pillow in Kyra’s lap as they watched a ‘90s rom-com. Y/n couldn’t even remember the title. The plot was the same though—about a boy and a girl.

“God, I love popcorn,” Y/n said, “I could eat it all day.”

“I can see that,” Kyra smiled. “Just don’t choke on it, I don’t know how to do the Heimlich maneuver. Kyra picked up some popcorn and threw it playfully at Y/n’s head.

Always the pest.

Kyra’s love language was an act of disturbance.

“I still don’t know why I put you as my emergency contact,” Y/n said, eating more popcorn and watching as the couple on the screen shared their first kiss.

“Because you love me,” Kyra said smugly without taking her eyes off the screen. “There is no way that was a technical kiss; I can literally see their tongues!”

Y/n squinted at the television. “Yeah, there was definitely tongue there.” Y/n agreed.

Damn, Y/n missed being kissed like that. It had been a long time since she’d been to a club and really seen other people. It was hard to combine a social life with football season. That was probably why most footballers dated within their own circle-- an athlete understood another athlete.

Maybe Y/n should stop looking for a girlfriend in London’s busy nightlife and start looking for one on the pitch.

Y/n stared at Kyra, but the girl was too caught up in the film. Y/n shook her head, trying to get rid of the very strange thought she’d just had.

During the first night, Y/n cried. “Stupid fucking leg”, she said through her tears as Kyra at her feet on the bathroom floor, a worried look on her face. Y/n hated crying in front of people, but in the last few days it had been all she could do.

Y/n had convinced Kyra that she was more than capable of having a bath by herself, she only asked Kyra to get the bath ready for her. At first Kyra didn’t agree, but Y/n was very persistent, so Kyra made her warm bath and left Y/n alone.

Big mistake.

Five minutes after Kyra had closed the bathroom door, she heard a scream. Kyra was sitting out in the hallway like a lost puppy, so It didn’t take her long to get inside the bathroom again.

Unfortunately, the scene Kyra encountered was ugly. Y/n had a white towel wrapped around her body, but she was lying on the floor, tears streaming down her face.

Kyra quickly picked Y/n up from the floor and sat her on the toilet. Checking for injuries. “What happened? Where does it hurt? Did you slip?”

Y/n just nodded through her sobs. “I should’ve had li—listened to you.”

She should, Kyra thought, but she wouldn’t say it.

Kyra didn’t want to leave Y/n alone, but she also didn’t want Y/n to feel that she had no privacy or control over her life, especially when Kyra knew Yn was private about her body.

Y/n was always the one to hide behind her lockers in the changing room when she was putting on or taking off her kit, even around their teammates, who were all more than used to seeing each other in underclothes. Kyra had asked Y/n at one of her girls’ nights why she was so shy about it. Y/n just explained that it was the way she was, and Kyra left it at that

Kyra didn’t know what to say, so she just let Y/n cry on her shoulder. She wasn’t used to seeing Y/n like that. They’d been best friends and teammates for five years now, they’d seen each other on their ups and downs, both on and off the pitch. but Kyra had never seen Y/n this frustrated and angry.

“How about we try again?” Kyra suggested, feeling her heart ache for the girl in front of her. “The water’s still warm; do you want to get in? Or we can wait till tomorrow— it’s your call.”

“I want to take a bath today,” Y/n said. “I still smell like the hospital.”

Kyra smile. “No, you don’t, you smell like buttered popcorn.”

“I don’t think that’s any better,” Y/n murmured.

“It’s not,” Kyra teased. “So, this is my plan…” she continued, saying as if she was planning a football game strategy. “—I’m going to help you into the bath, then you’re going to sit down and I’m gonna lift your leg…you’re already wearing your cast cover, that’s good.”

Y/n couldn’t help but smile, Kyra looked adorable with her furrow browns and narrow eyes.

“That’s a good plan,” Y/n agreed. “Now help me, please.” Y/n lifted her arms so Kyra could help her off the toilet.

Kyra did so, her strong arms steadying Y/n until she was at the foot of the tub. “Close your eyes,” Y/n said, shyly

It was true she didn’t like being naked in front of people--some people were comfortable with it, but Y/n just wasn’t. It wasn’t rooted in insecurity or anything; it was just the way she was. But standing there with Kyra, Y/n realised she wasn’t as uncomfortable as she thought she'd be. But she wasn’t sure why.

Of course, they had been friend for years, but she wouldn’t be okay if it was Alessia in the room with her right now. Kyra’s presence just felt different, but Y/n wasn’t sure why.

Maybe the painkiller was messing with the way her brain cells were wired. Which made sense because she was taking ibuprofen, naproxen and hydrocodone. She wasn’t in the right frame of mind.

Kyra held Y/n’s arm with one hand while dramatically covering her own eyes with the other. If Y/n had been paying attention, she might have notice the way Kyra shallowed hard. “No need to tempt me,” Kyra teased.

Y/n let her towel drop to her feet, feeling secure in Kyra’s strong grip as she lowered herself into the warm bath.

As promised, Kyra carefully lifted Y/n’s injured leg, Kyra’s hand lingering on her cast for a moment too long before pulling away.

The bubbles in the bath concealed most of Y/n’s body, and the berry-like smell scent filled the bathroom. Y/n was sure her skin would be smelling of strawberries until morning.

“Are you comfortable?” Kyra asked, sitting beside the tub.

“Yes. Thank you for helping me—and sorry for all the crying I’ve been doing,” Y/n added sheepishly.

“I always knew you were a softie,” Kyra teased.

Without missing a beat, Y/n splashed water at Kyra’s face.

“Hey! I thought we were making some progress here!” Kyra pouted, glaring at the wet patch spreading across her grey sweater.

“You wish,” Y/n laughed.

PART 2 HERE

PART 3 HERE

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ohnoitsnoma · 3 days ago

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here’s something

#i’m gonna rant down here heads up #depression’s been kicking my ass y’all #i just feel miserable i guess #but i made this after being inspired by a david cho youtube video #i tried to paint for the actual fun of painting rather than copying an image #so there’s a lot (like a LOT) of things i really don’t like about this painting #but also i’m impressed that it looks this cool at all given how i got here #i painted it on one layer which i literally never ever do #and had just a real good time making it #i don’t think it’s finished but i don’t want to work on it anymore #i know this is a super popular macdennis shot but i think that makes a lot of sense aside from the obvious #for one thing the whole episode is just a lot of fun (one of my favorites)#i was going to make more points but i’m realizing as i type this that i don’t care about sharing them anymore #like you’re looking at macdennis fanart you of all people get it #anyway i’ve been watching solely youtube for the past week and maybe that’s contributed to my low mood #i haven’t even watched sunny anymore because i don’t know how to do so casually #i just feel too much watching this show you know #which feels stupid but again you get it #maybe i burned myself out watching it constantly last year but i really hope not #this beautiful racist awful show is so important to me #it helped make me want to write and create and analyze media #can i add a million tags or does tumblr have a limit #okay whatever bye #macdennis #iasip #dennis reynolds #mac macdonald

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kendrysaneela · 14 hours ago

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Let’s go through the events of Severance from Helena’s POV cause it’s wild from Helena’s POV as well as Helly’s. (I’m just going by memory so I may miss a few things or mix up the timeline a bit) I am not moralizing any of Helena’s actions cause this is just from her POV.

You get (presumably) coerced into splitting your consciousness in half by your abusive father to serve the cult you were raised in.

You then get the brain surgery and then you wake up in a hallway. Millchick says it’s cause you need time to adjust. But it’s okay because sometimes this just happens you’re not trying to leave.

Then you keep ending up on the other side of the door! Millchick comforts you and tells you about how grateful he is that you’re here and you’re happy to get any approval at all even if it is from your family’s cult. Maybe you’ll get some approval from your father.

Then you run through the door MORE! You’re pretty sure at this point that Millchick is lying to you when he says your innie is realizing she does want to be there but you run back through anyway.

Your innie asks to resign you reject that resignation (whether that was Helena’s decision or the board’s is not yet something we know)

Then on a later day you wake up in the elevator and your hair is all messed up your wrist is bandaged up and your makeup is running and you feel just such DEEP exhaustion but you don’t know why

Then you show up on another day and you’re in an elevator with a cd from a camcorder in your hands you watch it and your innie is asking to resign again. But this time she’s threatening your fingers??

So you record a video back (whether those were Helena’s words or words placed in front of her to say by the board yet to be seen)

THEN you wake up in an elevator GASPING for air not knowing what’s happening. I guess your innie tried to KlLL you??

The you’re forced to go back so when you do you crouch in the corner of the elevator in panic before you turn into your innie

THEN later you’re getting ready to do a speech about how great Severance is (you certainly haven’t had a good time but the board demands you do this so you’re gonna have to fake it)

Then all of a sudden you wake up being pulled off stage by Cobel you don’t even remember getting on the stage!

And you’re told that your innie took you over and said a bunch of bad stuff about Severance onstage so after your father insults you for a while you then you’re forced to read an embarrassing script in front of the whole country or the whole world talking about how you drank too much and thought it was a funny joke at the time.

THEN. You’re looking over footage of Helly who is your other consciousness and you see her kissing Mark. You see her being more free and more loved than you ever have. So you rewind that kiss over and over again.

You’re told you have to go back down there to the severed floor but it’s okay you can pretend to be Helly you don’t actually have to be her. And you actually are having a good time? You are having fun with them you’re feeling free youre feeling loved for the first time in your life, you’re making jokes about your family’s ridiculous lore it’s awesome. You’re trying to soak in the love they all have for Helly because you’ve never felt love and you don’t understand you can’t steal love because you’ve never had love before. You come clean with one of the innies about your self hatred.

Then one of the innies finds out you’re Helena and tries to DROWN YOU. To get back your other consciousness that lives in your body your innie who they love more than you. You thought they liked you but now you’re realizing that they just liked you cause they thought you were Helly you’re still stuck in a loveless life now. And now as a bonus you’re having an identity crisis about how Helly is essentially who you could’ve been if you weren’t weighed down by your family’s name.

Then you’re thinking “I definitely won’t have to go back now obviously I’ll tell my father” then you’re told that no you are going back down and you’re going back as Helly to the place where all of this happened because “The Board appreciates your sacrifice” and no one thinks the trauma you’ve faced so far is actually a big deal not even your father he won’t even talk to you about it. So you go back down against your will to the innie floor again and let the consciousness take you over again.

#severance #severance apple tv #helena eagan #Helly r

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autistic-value · 2 days ago

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Let's talk about Catra and Hordak

Since this is where most of the drama comes from

It's no secret that Entrapdak shippers are anti-catradora and vice versa. Why? Mainly, the issues people have within these ships are not the ships themselves, but the characters within them; mainly Catra and Hordak. Entrapdak shippers hate Catra because of the toxic relationship she had with Entrapta and other characters. Because of what she did to Entrapta, tasing her and sending her to beast island, and how she just got worse and worse in season 4.

The same could be said about Hordak, regarding the Catradora shippers who despise Hordak for most of what he's done. It's no secret he took over the scorpion kingdom, created the Fright Zone, and brainwashed and conditioned a lot of Etherians into believing the cause, just as Horde Prime did to him. And a lot of that was the cause of a lot of Adora and Catra's issues.

Here's the thing though

I really think Hordak and Catra are similar in a lot of ways. Both grew up in a abusive environment forced to portray themselves as perfect in order to no longer face any abuse from their respective "mentors".

But both Shadow Weaver and Horde Prime would never see either of them as nothing but inferior.

They both suffered years of abuse, Hordak perhaps even longer. And yes, the actions of Hordak had contributed to Catra's abuse as well, but it is a cycle. A cycle they both decided to break.

Catra overheard Shadow Weaver telling Adora that she was a distraction to her, then leaving. Leaving, because she wasn't going to be a part of Shadow Weaver's manipulation any longer. And yes, she may have left due to that very manipulation, but eventually she stays, at the very end, together with Adora.

Then there's Hordak

Ever since meeting Entrapta again, he chooses to hide his returned memories this time and at the end, when Entrapta is being held in front of him and prime, finally he sees the error of his ways, breaking the cycle quite literally. By throwing prime off the ledge.

He does this great speech about giving himself a name, a life, making a friend. He defies Horde Prime's will and finally, FINALLY breaks the cycle and gains control of his independence. And yes, there's that whole thing that happened after, but that was Prime, not him.

My point is, we should stop hating on each other and the characters because people, it's just a show, these are fictional characters with flaws that any person in real life would go through. Not to mention, again, how similar Catra and Hordak are.

If we hate on Catra for the things she did, we have to hate on Hordak for the things he did too. And vice versa. They both had terrible pasts, a long list of crimes, but they're making up for it in their own ways. Redemption is a long road, but it's a good one.

Anyway, this is just my opinion and analysis on the whole thing, you don't have to agree, but let's try to get along alright? Fandom fights and shipping wars are never fun and I really think you guys take defending and attacking a fictional character from a fictional show way too seriously.

I still love Entrapdak so much but I'm not gonna attack Catradora or Catra Enjoyers over it. And if they say something about Hordak or Entrapdak I don't like? The block buttons right there. There's really no need for so much drama guys.

Thanks for listening 🙏🙏🙏

#entrapta #spop #hordak #entrapdak #she ra #shera #she ra and the princesses of power #catradora #discussion #analysis

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urautismdiagnosis · 6 hours ago

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Dashi Design (and her lore for my au)

DASHIIIIIII she has my life eeee

Dashi is my go getter queen, also the headshot of her is her correct hair texture its just that the total body art is a bit older but yeh :>

Dashi lore for my au under the cut

ONTO THE LORE FOR DASHI IN MY AU 🎉🎉🎉

First of all, let's take a little look at her interests- surfing, photography, going out to cave dive for those photos-

And she does all of this stuff, that alot of people might only do as hobbies, to the max!

Whenever she has any interest she always goes as high as she possibly can-

Her family is kinda rich, like "we have rich person hobbies and have expensive vacations every year 💅" kind of rich. Hence why she was able to get so much support for all her interests at a young age, whether it be surfing or photography competitions and so on.

Anyways she's also got an older brother, (I've named him Dan btw) and he's the eldest

See the thing about him and dashi is that they used to be super close as kids yk? He was the oldest sibgling and big brother and both he and dashi were both similar in alot of ways! They were both super competitive and determined to reach their goals, he also was the one who got her into surfing and taught her a ton of stuff!

They were close kinda like how dashi and koshi are...

The thing is though a big part of his identity was being the golden child and amazing big brother and perfect high achiever son, so when dashi started getting older and developing her like.. whole seperate interests and identity that her brother...

Well they started clashing alot, because well she couldn't play the "little sister" that he could teach so everyone could admire how amazing he was, instead she was having her own achievements that he couldn't have any credit in.

He was the kind of older brother who... well choose to be kinda patronizing to make themselves more masculine and popular... and at a certain point it went from "aw big brother helping teach his lil sister!" To " ur actually talking down on me and I hate that, and whenever i try to bring it up you act like I'm a 5 year old when I'm not. Also I dont need ur bad advice on this, I know what I'm doing and ur just acting like a pro in something u don't know anything about"

Alot of his identity and self worth comes from bragging about *his* achievements

The undermining of her own achievements didn't even just come from him either, alot of her passions and skills were just seen as hobbies for fun and not real jobs. Its why she ended up as primarily a computer specialist, she worked as a meteorologist actually! She would use those advanced machines and systems to track and decipher weather, and even was a co-pilot for the weather researchers... but her parents just kinda saw it as her just "being a weather girl"

Her parents are genuinely very kind and caring, nuturing her interests and always trying to be there for her emotional needs but, but they're very out of touch. The type of people to just... not understand why saying a certain phrase *actually is kinda specist* or *why photography actually matters to helping climate change* or *hey actually you can't just try to feed wild animals food even if they act cute cuz it'll hurt them and no it actually IS really bad for a variety of reasons and-*

That sorta thing...

They do genuinely love and try to support her tho, they just... wanted her to get a real job so she could have a good life :/ they're genuie ly nice folks who love to help people out tho

Regardless though,dashi still wanted to fulfill her passions and dreams and needs,and then she learned about the octonauts

at the time thr octonauts were a VERY experimental and risky organization, but she did research and genuinely believed and wanted to be part of what could possibly be a revolutionary organization for rescue, research, exploration, and conservation-

So she applied in secret.

The thing is though, Dan had found out. Their relationship at the time was strained at best but they were still siblings. But then he snitched.

her parents. Freaked. Out

To say they were concerned about their daughter going out to just- possibly- "die in the middle of the ocean!" Or "be stuck and trapped with strangers in the middle of the ocean!" Or "struggle to ever settle down because you're in the middle of the ocean!" Or "get stranded on an island in the middle of the ocean!" Or "get eaten by a whale and cry because u weren't ever able to get back with ur ex u sarcastically said ud get back with because we kept talking about how amazing he was and how we thought ud get married and how sad that made us and then you'd die in a whale in the middle of the ocean!" Or whatever 🙄

Like girl did get swallowed by a whale but it was chill yall need to calm down 💅 like so what if siphonphores tried to eat her once or if the octopods crashed or nearly crashed several times? Like she handled it yall need to have some faith in ur daughter smh

Anyways needless to say they made the process SO HARD esp since Dan STOLE HER LAPTOP WITH HER FILES because he was "woRriEd foR hIs baby SiStEr trYiNg tO ruuN AwAy🥺🥺🥺" She is a grown woman btw and a highly renowned professional in her career.

anyways she managed to join thr octonauts anyways and her parents did chill at least half a year later once they realized she wasn't gonna die in the ocean and that she was fine not "settling down" for a while, they still DONT understand it but like they were just worried their daughter was going crazy and running away (THANKS FOR ADDING A BUNCH OF DRAMATIC LIES TO CHANGE THE STORY DAN)

Anyways she and Dan don't talk anymore, if u ask either of them about it "they just drifted apart", koshi doesn't really know what all the drama that happened was tbh :/ she just remembered them fighting over a laptop and figures they never really got along 😐👍

Anyways dashi makes it a point to never make koshi feel the way dan made her feel

Also dan ended up becoming a lawyer for businesses if u were interested :/

Dashis parents sound pretty bad here and they def aren't perfect, but they're usually just uninformed and they genuinely do have a "we should help everyone in our community ^v^ " mindset and taught dashi alot about self confidence and etc

If u made it this far then congrats!

Btw she didn't start out as a scientist when she joined the octonauts,its actually something that she added to her skillsets and shellington supported her thru it

I'll have to make a dashington post soon lol and also tall about her relationships with the rest of the octonauts crew

She and peso were the last two octonauts to join

#octonauts #my art #octonauts art #Octonauts dashi #Dashi dog #Octo headcanons

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randomalistic · 2 days ago

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I recently watched your king candy/turbo analysis (then immediately proceeded to follow you on here lol) and I just wanted you to know how much of a JOY it was to watch.

I LOVED your analysis, you made so many points I would've never considered. and it was so well-researched too!! Like seeing that concept art was sick!!!!!!!!!

like I just had so much fun watching that video!! I've always loved Wreck-It Ralph, but you gave me a much deeper appreciation for it and Turbo specifically.

and it just brought me so much joy to watch, it really did. Also the bird breaks???? actually made me smile so much. I watch a lot of long video essays, but that was the first time I'd seen a YouTuber do something like that. it really made me smile.

sorry for the long ask!!! I just wanted you to know how much I loved it!!! I LOVE hearing people talk so passionately about things, and like I genuinely really enjoyed the watch. the detail, the analysis, the passion, ALL SO GOOD!!!!!!!

I'm very bad at answering these kinds of things but i always read them- anyways, I'M happy it made YOU HAPPY and that's a BIRD FACT🥺❤️

#wir video #ask #Yt

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salmondays · 3 days ago

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personally i think mirabelle and loop could have a little fake dating situation at some point. mirabelle's the savior AND shes pretty AND shes nice. everyone loves her. but it makes her really really uncomfortable to be flirted with, ESPECIALLY by strangers. but on the other hand we've got loop, who's Always going to be sticking out like a sore thumb.

they'll never fit in to the party like they once did. isabeau's already taken (not that they'd want to make it official, anyway- it feels almost like a betrayal of their isa, yknow?) (though he would absolutely be all "woah! two cakes!" if loop actually wanted to join him and sif's little thing), they don't fit into the established siffrin-places in the routines. they look like- as i've seen someone else put it- an "abstract fetish object." they're inhuman. they're Something Else Now.

so, post-canon but Before mirabelle's had her aro realization, she's venting about getting bothered by creepy strangers, and she offhandedly mentions a scene from one of her books- a fake relationship with a monster, who protected the protagonist from rival monsters (...thinly veiled omegaverse or werewolf romance fake dating dating trope that i've seen quite a lot). loop has a lightbulb moment where the tiny siffrin (quite a large siffrin, actually- not that they'd want to admit that) in their brain is like. 'wait oh my stars could i actually??? help?? here?? i'm in the perfect situation to help the housemaiden??? like for realsies?? i can be useful?? finally, one good thing my monstrous and sickening inhumanity can do!' and theyre like. "well, housemaiden, perhaps i can help! one inhuman being, at your service!" and offers to fake date her at events to scare people away.

and mirabelles like. look. if this were anybody else id be like ew. but you are: 1.) my friend. my bestie 2.) SO fucking cool 3.) probably better at dealing with this than anyone else would be 4.) abrasive enough 5.) possessing a certain "scary dog privilege", akin to blorbeaux from my books

so they give it a try at an event and working together to turn it from "EW IM BEING HIT ON EW EW EW EW" to "oh lets get Funny with it". mutual benefit. they both get enrichment AND mirabelle gets to be left alone. loop gets to feel like they have a reason to be present (rather than just a horrific shadow in the corner of the room). yes, they're still a monster, they scare people away, but it's Useful and theyre Helping and theyre having fun fucking with people in a more genuine way rather than just in a lashing-out way. they're having fun! loop gets to see mirabelle having fun at a party instead of constantly wincing away from strangers flirting with her!

but. after a while of doing this, mirabelle Thinks About It. and is like. well, in the books, when they do this, it eventually leads to Real Romance. shes like well. thats how the trope goes. maybe itll be good for me. maybe ill come out of this a Better Person when we inevitably slip into (throws up in mouth) Real Fake Dating.

and. she doesnt know shes aro yet. so shes going into this gritting her teeth like "its just like blorbeaux from my books its just like blorbeaux from my books. theyre a monster (SORRY LOOP), so its cool! its awesome even! they don't even have genitals! they're alien enough that i'd never have to... do That with them, right? so everything's alright! i should be fine! i shouldn't mind too much!" and then shes like dreading the inevitable plottwist of "ohhh i loved you all along lets be together for realsies".

every aspect of it being real is like. she should want this. she... will want this, eventually, someday, right? and time goes on and her feelings dont change and she just gets more and more scared that she's dug herself in too deep and is going to hurt or lose her friend.

eventually, she breaks down about it. and loop grabs her by the shoulder and is like. housemaiden. its okay. we can stop our fake dating if you want. i came into this knowing that you didnt want a real romance. youre my.... (throws up in not-mouth at the thought of being genuine) friend. i just wanted to help you, but if it's stressing you out, we can- and then mirabelles like OH THANK CHANGE. CAN WE AGREE TO NEVER EVER EVER MAKE THIS A REAL ACTUAL THING. NO OFFENSE.

and then they both have a full conversation about All Of That. and mirabelle realizes some things about herself and yaayyyy yippee :) everything is fine again yay :)

#salmonspeaks #mirabelle :)

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sillygoofyqueer · 1 day ago

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Au where Shen Yuan transmigrates/is reborn (or not haha. Undead joke. Sorry.) as a Jiangshi or some other kind of undead and is aware enough of his feelings [OOC Warning!] (But just hear me out) to feel jealous of Binghe's wives and kind of compare himself to them to which his equivalent of the crow family (undead family? Fellow cemetery residents?? Or whatever the Chinese equivalent of a cemetery is.) comforts him.

Aka I was thinking about Crowyuan and the crow family as Tears To Shed from The Corpse Bride but it didn't fit and I've also had the idea of Shen Yuan as a Jiangshi (Jiangshen?) in my mind for a bit so I combined them and made this ask.

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. HELLOOOO HI HI HELLLLOOOOOOOOOO. I read through this and went down a rabbit hole about Jiangshi, so thank you for that! Welbecome to the inbox, for one, there's a lot goin' on in there right now hehehe ANYWAY, this is such a fun idea. I'm going to be so real with you, I never really liked the Corpse Bride. *immediately gets shot* - but seriously. It was always just so creepy to me, and I know that was the point, but I feel like that about most of Tim Burton's films. For this, though, I will throw all of that aside because 'Tears to Shed' is SUCH a good song, and I adore the idea of Shen Yuan as a Jiangshi. I imagine him waking up for the first time in a fucking COFFIN and being like "dude. What the fuck." The system is just like "[First Mission: Get Out Of The Coffin ヾ(≧▽≦*)o]" so Shen Yuan is trying to get out of this thing, so focused on it that he doesn't even realise that he's not breathing and his heart isn't beating until he finally breaks out and expects to be gasping for air but NO. He's just CHILLING. Of course, he blows up at the system and basically scares it off (until it comes back telling him that he needs to eat n shit), before wandering around to get to know his new body and ends up 'adopted' into this whole group that are so pleased with the rather pretty corpse (shut UP he can be pretty if I want him to be (/silly)) that is in severe need of a family. Something something, they start hearing rumours of a demon lord from late night travellers (who probably end up eaten or something) and Shen Yuan's like "my BINGHE NOOOO" and everyone (basically correctly) assumes that this is like a crush/husband from when Shen Yuan was ALIVE.

#jiangshi yuan au #woah I love this #it sounds like so much fun #also it's just automatically sad #because Shen Yuan is over here like “I'm dead Binghe could never love me”#and Bingge is like “I don't feel love for any of these wives damn”#etc etc #scum villain self saving system #ren zha fanpai zijiu xitong #scum villain #mxtx svsss #svsss au #svsss #shen yuan

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icarianbeast · 20 hours ago

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I just finished the first chapter of Deltarune...

First thing's first, amazing game, obviously.

Second thing, though, I feel like the whole universe is kinda really sad? I know in Undertale everyone was trapped underground and that sucks but they all had each other, you know? When I was walking around town after the main story (Which by the way, I KNOW I missed so many hidden secrets- and I never got to go back for what I assume is Jevil (?) because I progressed too far on accident but that's a completely different rant) I talked to everyone that I could and like-

The first thing that got me is that Undyne has no idea who Alphys is. I mean, it makes sense- when would they ever have interacted, in this version of the universe? But still, it made me sad. Then I saw Gerson's grave in the cemetery and that actually made me tear up for some reason. I dunno I guess I thought he'd live forever.

It was fun to see Sans- and hear bones trousling in the house, even if I didn't get to talk to Papyrus- I did promise to visit tomorrow (chapter 2, assumedly?) so hopefully I can meet him then. They seem to be doing just fine- good for them.

But Bratty and Catty hate each other?? I mean, probably not actually hate, but they have a rivalry. Maybe it'll blossom into their friendship they had in Undertale later, but it was sad to me to see them disliking each other.

No sign of Napstablook. I thought the ghost house would be theirs, but it seems like it was Mettaton in there... in whatever form they might have taken in this world. One of the books in the library did seem to be Napstablook's journal though, maybe? And I recall some dialogue or flavor text at some point outside of that that was reminicent of them.

Obviously Asgore and Toriel are divorced- that seems to be consistent across universes. It does make me wonder what happened here though. Also, his initial dialogue being the same as his first dialogue in Undertale totally got me. Also the colored flowers? It seems like maybe they're the ones he & Toriel had at their wedding. Cool parallels though.

Anyway, this is just a ramble, mostly for me, to talk about things I noticed. I had a really good time playing through and reading everything! I did the whole chapter in one sitting... Which probably wasn't my wisest choice, but, hey, what're you gonna do, right? I feel like there's never really a good spot to leave these games (meaning, Undertale & Deltarune), even though there's save points. It never really feels like a good time to log off for the day.

#Undertale #deltarune #utdr #deltarune chapter 1

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cod-thoughts · 2 days ago

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Proclaim eternal victory

Word count: 1.1k

Relationships: GazRoach, Gaz/Roach

Tags: love confession (kind of), first kiss, competitive Roach

Part of a project that has a tiny explanation here. Keep reading under the cut!!

AN: Happy valentines day @hexxedghost!! I actually really struggled to write something for you cause you like so many things but I did include Roach cause i just had to. Its how we started talking anyway so it had to be done :D I hope i got their dynamic right, it was fun to write smth a little random like this instead of hurt/comfort pffft. I wish i had the time to write smth horror based though those ideas were so goooood, definitely gonna have to revisit that :O You're always so nice and understanding, your DMs have always been open and a safe space to me and for that i want to thank you, genuinely <33

The rivalry had started as a joke.

Gaz liked to talk. Roach, despite his silence, somehow always had the last word.

It was infuriating.

At first, it had been small things—Roach raising an eyebrow at Gaz’s one-liners, shaking his head with mock disapproval when Gaz made a particularly terrible pun. But then, Roach started using his phone to reply, quick texts flashing on the screen with pinpoint sarcasm, perfectly timed to shut Gaz up before he even had a chance to counter. Sometimes, when he wanted to really drive the point home, he signed. Gaz had been making an effort to learn, but he still missed a lot when Roach signed. It certainly didn’t help that Roach had started deliberately making his signs quicker, more subtle, knowing full well Gaz was struggling to keep up.

It should not have been possible for someone who didn’t speak to be this annoying.

It wasn’t just training, either. Roach had developed an uncanny ability to disrupt Gaz’s focus at the most inopportune times. Briefings, field exercises, even casual downtime—there Roach would be, watching him with that insufferable smirk, typing something at a speed that suggested he had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The worst part? Everyone else was enjoying this.

“You’re a menace,” Gaz muttered after Roach absolutely obliterated him in a training exercise, landing a clean shot before Gaz had even spotted him.

Roach, ever smug, pulled out his phone and held it up: Get good.

Gaz swatted the phone out of his face with a huff, only for Roach to catch it effortlessly, flashing a shit-eating grin before pocketing it.

Soap and Ghost, the ever-present audience to their nonsense, watched on with far too much amusement.

“Y’know, Gaz,” Soap mused, stroking his chin like he was deep in thought, “for someone who’s meant to be the witty bastard on this team, you’re lettin’ Roach run circles round you.”

Gaz rolled his eyes. “I am not letting him do anything.”

Roach, with the worst timing imaginable, sent a single message to his phone. Gaz felt the buzz in his pocket and, with a sinking feeling, pulled it out to read it.

Yeah, but you still can’t keep up.

Gaz turned to glare at Roach, who merely tilted his head with an expression of pure, innocent delight.

“Oh, that’s it—” Gaz began, but then Roach signed something quickly to Ghost. Whatever it was, it sent the normally stoic man into a low chuckle, shaking his head as he walked away.

“What? What did he say?” Gaz demanded, looking between them. Ghost just patted him on the shoulder.

“Nothin’ you need to worry about, mate.”

Gaz turned to Roach, eyes narrowing. “That’s dirty play.”

Roach smirked behind his mask but didn’t deny it.

Fine. Two could play at that game.

The next time Roach got the drop on him in training, Gaz decided to fight dirty. He grinned, wide and slow, and stepped right into Roach’s personal space, leaning in just enough that their noses almost brushed.

Roach, who had been infuriatingly confident up until now, immediately stilled, blinking at him with sharp, surprised eyes. Gaz didn’t miss the way Roach’s fingers twitched by his side, like he was debating stepping back but refused to give in.

Gaz smirked. “What, cat got your tongue?”

Roach’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of something dangerous in his gaze, but Gaz saw the faintest dusting of pink across his cheekbones and oh, this was brilliant.

Gaz was just about to revel in his small victory when Roach, moving faster than Gaz could react, reached up and flicked him on the forehead.

“Oi—”

Roach pulled out his phone, typed something quickly, and held it up for Gaz to read.

Try harder, pretty boy.

Gaz’s brain short-circuited.

Soap cackled. Ghost actually laughed, which was worse. Gaz was left standing there, ears burning, fists clenched, as Roach just walked away, supremely satisfied with himself.

Gaz seethed.

Alright. Fine. Roach wanted to play this game? He’d show him.

The next few days were war. Gaz spent every moment he could trying to get one up on Roach, but every attempt only seemed to amuse the other man more. Whether it was sparring, training drills, or even meal breaks, Roach found some way to fluster him. He’d smirk behind his mask, tap a quick message, and watch with clear amusement as Gaz gritted his teeth. He started stealing Gaz’s seat at meal times, casually handing him his phone with a text that read mine now before returning to eating like nothing had happened.

Gaz had never wanted to throttle someone more in his life.

It wasn’t fair. Gaz was supposed to be the smooth one. The fast talker. The one who could charm his way out of anything. And yet, every time Roach smirked at him or sent a cheeky message, Gaz felt his stomach do flips.

One evening, when they were walking back from the gym, Gaz decided it was time for revenge. He waited for the perfect moment—Roach, distracted, stretching out his arms, looking smug as ever—and stepped in front of him, blocking his path and guiding him into a slightly more secluded corner.

Roach quirked an eyebrow, amused, but before he could sign or reach for his phone, Gaz lifted a hand and hooked his fingers under the edge of Roach’s mask.

Roach stilled. His hands didn’t move to stop Gaz, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes—just a moment where he let Gaz decide what happened next.

Slowly, deliberately, Gaz pulled the mask down, revealing Roach’s lips, slightly parted in surprise. Gaz felt his breath hitch at the sight of him, and for once, Roach wasn’t smirking, wasn’t teasing—he was watching Gaz like he was waiting for something.

So Gaz gave it to him.

He leaned in, pressing their lips together in a kiss that was slow, deliberate—less about winning and more about the way Roach melted into it. Roach made a soft, startled sound against his mouth before he kissed back, his fingers curling instinctively into Gaz’s hoodie. Gaz let himself sink into it, into the warmth, the way Roach’s breath hitched when he tilted his head just so.

The world around them blurred. The distant sounds of the base, the ever-present murmur of other soldiers moving about none the wiser to the revelation that Gaz was having right now—it all faded to the feeling of Roach’s lips against his, the way his breath stuttered when Gaz moved just slightly closer.

By the time Gaz pulled back, they were both slightly breathless.

Roach blinked at him, lips red, pupils dark. For the first time ever, he had nothing to say.

Gaz grinned, victorious, his voice smug but warm. “Gotcha.”

Roach’s fingers twitched—half instinct, half hurried—before he pulled out his phone and typed furiously.

Gaz had barely a second to brace himself before Roach turned the screen towards him.

Do it again.

Gaz’s breath hitched.

Oh, he was in so much trouble.

#cod #call of duty #q writes #kyle gaz garrick #gary roach sanderson #gazroach #actually was super fun to write i have to write roach again #especially these two together???#new favourite ship unlocked thanks hexx #theyre both so unhinged in very different ways i can imagine itd be insanity if they came together #anyway really fun to work on and happy valentines <33 #title is from apocalypse please - muse

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freedelusionshere · 2 days ago

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People can easily use each other in all kinds of relationships, that’s why I think it’s so important to have relationships established on knowing and caring for people and not seeing them as disposable.

Hook-up culture is not that. I really don’t think it’s accurate to say Carmy used Claire and not that they used each other, but also one person has experience with hook-up culture and it’s not Carmy, and they make sure to show this is what Claire and her friend group typically do.

They reverse the gender tropes a lot on this show and definitely did around this relationship, and Carmy wasn’t even going to tell Claire what he said in the walk-in. She was in a place she wasn’t supposed to be and accidentally overheard it.

She walked away. She didn’t try to work it out or talk about it. And it was about him not her. He never blamed it on her at any point. Which she lies about later to Tiff. It wouldn’t feel good to hear that for anyone, but he didn’t know she was there and he wasn’t saying it to hurt her.

There’s also no indication he ever felt safe enough with Claire to have that deep of a convo, all their convos are depicted as vapid and talking around their real feelings for a reason. Claire was using Carmy as well. She knew he had anxiety, she noticed his heart racing. She is a medical professional.

Just because you have sex with someone or call them a “girlfriend” or whatever, doesn’t equal intimacy or a bond of any kind. Which, Carmy thinks that word sounds awful, but it doesn’t come up very often that maybe he doesn’t care for the gendered dynamics of that?

He doesn’t say it outright, but the whole thing with him dating Claire is that it’s what Mikey and his family thought was good for him, and Mikey (and Richie and Fake’s) opinions of Claire are extremely sexist. Notice how Carmy gets grossed out by Richie calling Syd “sweetheart” or Nat pretending to be a helpless little girl to manipulate Cicero. He literally calls it “gross”.

Anyway, just me ranting about this for the millionth time but Carmy can apologize to Claire for using her because he didn’t know what he actually wanted when she was just hooking up with him for fun and thrills (she tells us that’s what she’s into) and then it didn’t go the way she wanted and got too inconvenient so she walked.

Carmy wants intimacy and emotional safety, and the show has gone to great pains to show he gets that from Syd, in contrast to anyone associated with his past. What Syd is getting in return needs to be answered now from her POV, but that contrast is the reason Carmy and Claire don’t work. Not because he made the mistake of calling her his girlfriend in order to not be seen as a jerk by Syd and not because they had sex (big deal TBH), and not he had a meltdown and admitted his real feelings to Tina.

#sydcarmy #the bear meta #anti claire bear

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make me a gift

Relationship: Ren Hana/Lawrence Oleander Rating: Explicit Includes: Sex Toys, Masturbation, Guided Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Slight Dollificiation, Excessive Use of the Word 'Asshole' Length: 5200+ words

my much delayed addition to the BTD secret santa project from last month, for the lovely and incredibly patient @honeyaubade! happy valentine's day, honey, hope you like your gift!

special thanks to @thedemoninmywalls for arranging everything too :) same thing next year?

"There's no need to be so nervous, you know. It's just me. We're gonna have fun."

"Just you…" Lawrence murmured, their thighs tensing as Ren slowly approached them.

The idle wag of his tail cast stark shadows and shade on the white walls of his little bedroom (he could have had the bigger one but didn’t; he let them have it because he was just that good, just that kind), casting them in darkness despite the light filling the small space.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" They then asked, nervously wetting their lips.

"It should," Ren smiled (baring his sharp, cannibal teeth), reaching out to touch their thigh, not even feeling bad when they flinched (they always flinched). "I'm a nice guy, after all."

"Mm," They hummed a non-answer, idly gnawing their bottom lip, not having the will to sink away into the bed or pull back from his touch, however invasive.

Ren took that as a good sign.

He probably would have kept going, though, even if they had pulled back.

“Just relax, alright?” He said, standing up straight and taking the elaborately packed sex toy from his desk, his wagging tail picking up speed. “You're so tense right now...we’re supposed to be having fun tonight.” He laughed to emphasise his point, which made Lawrence look all the more uncomfortable, their pretty face grimacing with distaste. “Come on, don’t give me that look…I'm not going to hurt you.”

"Well, I know you want to," They said quietly, looking down at their pale thighs, riddled with scars (only some of them his), to avoid his gaze. “And you hide it by doing things like this...trying to be nice to me. Giving me things that I didn’t ask for. You're not…good at hiding it."

“Hmph, is that right?” Ren asked with a slight scoff, taking a step closer to Lawrence and putting aside the sex toy (for the time being, anyway), letting it linger in his peripheral vision, so that he didn’t forget what he really wanted from this exchange. “You think you have me all figured out, hm?”

"You're not difficult to figure out," They said somewhat curtly, their sea-glass eyes back on his, a pale brow twitching with ill humour.

“God, you’re such an asshole, Law," He laughed again, hyena-like and harsh without meaning to be (he never meant to be, after all, it was just the way he was built, the way he was bred), leaning forward, pressing his knee to the edge of the bed and caging them down to it, to nuzzle their jawline. "And so mean to me. Even after I’m soooo nice to you."

They breathed out an unsteady exhale, their body tightening up again underneath his, but they raised their chin slightly, giving him room to kiss despite their palpable discomfort.

Ren’s smirk remained (cruelty persisting despite his efforts against it, despite how hard he tried not to be) as he leaned closer into their shrinking body and placed a lingering kiss under their chin. His other hand traced along the side of their abdomen, feeling up their small waist under their baggy clothes.

It had gotten smaller recently. They weren’t eating properly yet.

"You look pretty cute like this, though..." He murmured against their pale skin, humming in approval at the low groan they pulled in through their teeth as he shifted their sweatpants down their hips. “And you’re so well-behaved, too! Hmf, at least when you want to be. When you know to be.”

Lawrence knew what happened when they misbehaved.

The heavy collar around their neck was proof enough of what could happen if they chose to.

Ren chuckled, pressing another lingering kiss to their tense jawline before pulling away.

"Lift your hips for me.”

"Mmhmm," They nodded and raised their hips slightly, letting Ren hook his fingers in the waistband of their sweatpants and pull them down and off of their legs (catching, however momentarily, on their flaccid cock), flippantly tossing them aside and joining them on the bed, shifting closer and admiring the sight of them as they lay back, spreading themselves open.

Prey for the predator that he was.

"You really do look cute," Ren said, the smile on his lips growing ever more playful and mischievous, fangs teasing his bottom lip. "I like it when you have your legs open like this...like it’s something you’re supposed to do, you know?" He teased, his smile broadening into a sharp grin as he placed a hand against their thigh and pushed it open more, revealing the soft skin of their ballsack and the dusky pink of their asshole. “Like you know it’s what you’re supposed to do.”

The force of the gesture was enough to make Lawrence flinch, those sea-glass eyes wide and staring up at him, fighting an urge to pull away or put up a fight.

Their lack of action made him laugh, though (they often made him laugh even when they weren’t trying to). He ran his hand back and forth along their pale (scarred) thigh, letting his fingers (his claws) brush over their skin.

"But you're so tense still…” He said, pushing his bottom lip forward in a mocking pout. “You're gonna have to relax, if you want this to be enjoyable."

"I'm trying to relax," Lawrence insisted, their lips trembling slightly as Ren’s thumb traced a newer scar (pink, red, and harsh, barely healed) along the inner divet of their thigh and groin, the sharp point of his claw teasing the torn skin.

"Mm, it doesn't look like it…” Ren murmured dismissively against their neck, pressing another kiss into their skin (what little of it was on show with the collar in the way), listening to their breath hitch and stutter, their trembling hands finding his shoulders and trying to urge him back. “Is it that hard to relax when you're with me?" He then asked, feigning hurt.

"N-No," They stammered, raising their chin a little more (like a dog offering its throat to an enemy to bite and maim) as he laved their neck with kisses and kitten licks, playing the gentle boyfriend that neither of them wanted him to be. "I just...mmh...struggle to relax in general...you know that."

"Mmyeah, I can see that…” He huffed out a laugh, his knuckles idly grazing against the still flaccid length of their cock (trying not to take offence to it, they struggled to keep it up at the best of times, so it totally wasn’t personal). “It's alright. I can make you relax," He then whispered, his free hand snaking up their chest to undo the buttons of their shirt.

Their shoulders trembled, but they didn’t put up a fight as he tugged the shirt down their arms, exposing their lean torso, riddled with his scratches, bites, markings of twisted love and demented ownership.

“God, just look at you…”

Ren’s gaze darkened when he saw his handiwork against their pale skin, and a possessive satisfaction filled his expression.

“Pretty thing, covered in my marks," He whispered hungrily, his hands now roaming the pale plains of their exposed torso, feeling up the scars, fresh and old, taking a mental note of every mark he'd left behind on them, committing them to memory. “Like a fucking painting. You’re so pretty, Law. So, so fucking pretty…”

"Mmf," They whimpered as his touch caught an especially fresh set of punctures over their heart, their pallid skin almost purple from the depth of the wounds, the blossoming bruises that had brought blood right to the surface. "Ren," They whined, squeezing their eyes shut, shaking a little more. “Please…”

"I know, I know, it still hurts, doesn’t it?" He asked gently, though a sly smirk on his face gave away his more duplicitous nature. “You're just so delicate right now, aren’t you, love?”

Lawrence's jaw tensed a little, their eyes flitting down and their face heating to a light pink.

They had never been called something as intimate and gentle as ‘delicate’ before, nor had they ever had the contradictory privilege of actually feeling delicate.

The word inspired images of fragility, images of expensive china reserved for special occasions, and ornate tea cups shattering into a thousand pieces when they fell to the ground. These were things preserved and cared for with the utmost diligence, things that Lawrence could never relate to, unlike others (unlike their sisters, their mother, animals, and plants).

‘Delicate’ made them feel breakable.

There was a twisted masochism to feeling so easy to break.

"You are delicate," Ren repeated, his voice a low and oddly fond murmur (because he really was so fucking fond of them) as he gently brushed a lock of blonde hair away from their face, tucking it behind one of their ears. “I mean, just look at you. You’re so…” He tilted his head to the side, their eyes meeting. “So small and fragile, like a little doll I should put on a shelf.”

Lawrence’s cock almost instantly hardened, and Ren’s smile was so broad, it made his face ache.

If Ren was easy to figure out, Lawrence was just as easy.

“That’s what you are, isn’t it, baby? My pretty, fragile, little doll."

They let out a low moan, wrapping their arms around his shoulders (squeezing him close, holding him tight) and hiding their flushed face against his temple, burying into his hair, as he kissed their neck again, soft, plush lips gently tracing over every bite he had left behind before, counteracting any sense of brutality with cruel gentleness.

Ren let out another quiet laugh at their insistent moans, his hands slowly moving to grip their hips and pull them closer to him. His cock began to stir in his joggers as their crotches lined up, too, all while Lawrence’s remained impossibly hard (they were so easy to read, after all), and the tip drooled pre-cum across the dark fabric.

“You got excited pretty quick,” He murmured into their neck, feeling their arms tighten. “Have you relaxed enough that we can have some fun now?”

"Yes…” After a moment of hesitance, Lawrence breathed out, pulling themselves away from his shoulder, showing off flushed cheeks and a hazy expression of pleasure, warmth and undeniable lust. “Yes…okay, I’m ready…" They nodded, breathing out again as Ren pulled back and reached for the box at his side.

"Good," He praised with a genuine smile (they deserved praise for this, after all), opening the box and letting the thick dildo gracelessly fall between them, heavy and dense and utterly obscene. "I had to go out and buy this, you know. I wanted to know if it would be the perfect size, not too small or too big…”

His grip barely wrapped around the toy's girth, making his expression appear even more excited.

"It's a nice one too, huh?” He asked, looking up at them again, golden eyes sparkling. “Pretty lifelike and the perfect size for you, I think!"

He was enjoying this a little too much.

"Mmh," Lawrence said nothing of his enthusiasm, biting their lip (a nervous habit he was picking up on), not taking their hazy eyes off the toy. "You have...mm, lube, right?"

"Of course," Ren replied with a scoff and an eye roll. "I’m not gonna make you take it without lube.”

He took a moment to look away from them and their lovely, nervous expression, his tail wagging (probably right across their body, but like that mattered, like he cared) as he reached around and pulled open the drawer beside him, rummaging through it for a moment as he searched for the bottle of lube.

“What kind of person do you take me for?" He murmured under his breath.

"I wouldn't put anything past you anymore," They murmured, watching intently as Ren sat back between their spread legs, uncapping the bottle and squeezing out a healthy amount of the viscous fluid, utterly covering the toy, enough that it was dripping onto the comforter. “It’s not entirely out of your character to attempt this without lube…is all I’m saying.”

Ren glanced back at them with a smirk, setting the bottle down.

"You're so rude, you know that?” He said, his voice taking on a lower tone, as close to dangerous as he’d let himself go with them, as he rubbed the lube into the toy, his grip working from the tip to the moulded base. “I go to alllll the trouble to get you something nice, even to lube it up for you, and this is how you speak to me."

Lawrence said nothing, an ill-amused look in their sea-grey eyes.

“Hmph…maybe I should make you take it without lube,” He then added, moving closer to him, his knee pressing to their thigh as he urged them to part their legs more. When they did so (however hesitantly, which he paid attention to), he reached forward with sticky fingers and rubbed some of the excess lube into their skin, just barely caressing their asshole. “Hm? Should I do that? You’re such a masochist sometimes, I bet you’d find something to enjoy in it…”

"It's…it’s much bigger than you are," Lawrence murmured through grit teeth, breathing hard as Ren’s claws kissed the tight ring of muscle, a subtle threat. “It would tear me apart.”

"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed," He teased coyly, replacing his claws with the pads of his fingers, listening to his partner (his victim) instantly melt and moan underneath him as he worked the lube into their skin, into the blooming muscle. "Mm, maybe you'll have trouble with it anyway, even after I’ve gone to all this trouble..."

"You'll enjoy that, though," They breathed out, their thighs tensing up again as his claws dragged upwards to their cock, hard and throbbing between their trembling thighs. "M-me struggling..."

"Mm, yeah, I would enjoy that,” Ren conceded with a casual shrug, pressing the tips of his claws into their thighs, bringing up minute pinpricks of blood and making his eyes gleam with hunger. “I should be honest with you about that, since you’re so generous to me…I’d really enjoy that.”

"Mmf," Lawrence’s expression tightened slightly as Ren pressed closer, forcing their thighs to press up more against their middle as the toy lingered threateningly between their legs.

“But I’m not going to hurt you,” Ren said, giving them as gentle a smile as he could manage when he was this worked up. “Because I can do things for you that would do nothing for me, even when I don’t want to. I’m good like that, hm?”

"Ghh,"

They instantly took in a low groan as Ren pressed the blunt head of the toy to their asshole, gradually working it open and easing in the bulbous tip.

"Fuck, god,” Their groans built up in volume and wonderful lowness, coming from the back of their throat, making something inside Ren throb. “Please, go slow, at least..."

"Slow, hm?” Ren murmured, pulled out of his lusty haze for a moment. “Mmh, since you asked so nicely, I guess I can do that.”

They took a sharp inhale through their noses, their eyes squeezing shut as they felt (were forced to feel) the slow, horribly slow, disgustingly slow drag of the toy against their insides. They cringed privately when it found very little resistance, easing into them in a way that was shamefully easy.

Ren had broken them in exceptionally well.

"Fuhhhh..." They moaned, tilting their head back as Ren continued to push the toy deep inside of them. “G-God…”

"You seem to be handling this pretty well," He said, a smile on his face as he hungrily watched their asshole stretch around the dense, black plastic, utterly obscene but so perfect to watch and enjoy. "I was expecting a bit more of a struggle, honestly. But…maybe I didn't give you enough credit, hm?"

They said nothing barring their desperate moans, pants and slurred mumblings of ‘god’, ‘fuck’, and ‘ughhhh’, their body shifting and hips bucking with trembling jerks.

“So good for me,” Ren hummed approvingly, his free hand running along their skin, rubbing soothing circles into their trembling thighs. "I think you can handle more, can't you?"

"S-So deep," They breathed out, finally speaking as Ren took a firm hold of the base and eased the toy deeper, their voice trembling as their body unconsciously jerked forward, needily seeking him to cling on to, like he was the only thing tethering them to the Earth.

And maybe he was, at least in the metaphorical sense.

“God, Rennnuh-”

"You sound so sweet right now. It's adorable... and so different.” Ren licked his lips (his fangs), shifting his hips forward so he could rock his hard-on against Lawrence’s thigh, using their body while they were enjoying themself at his hand. “I should buy you toys more often if they make you act like this."

"Nnno," They whined out, pressing their face into his cheek, breathing hard against his skin.

"No? Why not?” Ren chuckled again, his free hand moving up to toy with a lock of their hair, watching their facial expression intently and greatly enjoying every little sound and the sight of them being so flustered and dishevelled.

Their face was red and hot, their breathing shaky as they tried to keep their eyes open.

“Maybe I should get you a whole new set of toys. Buzzing ones, ones I could keep inside of you all day.” Ren smirked to himself, biting his lip and indulging in the mental image of keeping Lawrence plugged and toyed with for hours on end, until they were sobbing and their cock was drooling, god- “It would be soooo much fun to play with you.”

"Oh god," They gasped, eyes suddenly shooting wide and rolling back into their head as the toy pushed deeper, impossibly deep, almost to the hilt. "Nghhh, goddduhh.."

Another low chuckle passed his lips.

"Ugh, the look on your face. Do you like that, baby? I think you like it a whole lot," He teased, biting his lip as he rocked his hips a little more eagerly, his cock throbbing and leaking in his joggers. "You keep making cute sounds, too. I could listen to you make sounds like that all day, you know. It's really cute."

"Ren," They drawled, pressing their face into his hair, nuzzling against the soft hair of his ears. "T-Too much...please, need a break…"

"Oh, it’s too much, huh?" He repeated, a smirk on his face. "Maybe for someone else, it’s too much, but I think you can take it... can't you, doll?”

Lawrence’s asshole tightened around the toy, the pressure making it jut backwards slightly and making the shivering body underneath it moan and whimper even more.

“It's not that bad, is it?" Ren’s voice lowered as he leaned into them, chests together, the base of his cock against the base of the toy (pretending that he was the one doing this instead), his mouth down to their ear. "Not even half bad, really. Mmh,” His lids fluttered slightly. “O-Or do you want me to stop and take it out?"

"...No," Lawrence murmured bashfully through their whimpers, nuzzling into his hair again. "J-Just...go slow..."

Ren smiled at their soft words, their hesitant pleading appealing to all his softer sides (sides of himself that he thought he had hardened), leaning into the nuzzle and pressing a kiss to their flushed cheek.

“Okay, baby,” He crooned, slowly pulling the toy back and pumping it inside of them, letting them gradually work around the length before he eased any deeper. “We’ll go slow for you.”

“T-Thank you,” They managed to wheeze out through persisting whimpers, still clinging onto him tightly, so tight, so perfect.

“You’re so welcome,” Ren grinned, pressing another kiss to their cheek, easing his hips back to rub against their thigh again. He would take this happily if they kept behaving so sweetly for him. "You're such a good little doll for me, you know that?” He praised, giggling fondly at their immediate whimper and the puckered grip around the toy. “You said you were going to struggle, but just look at you..."

He marvelled at how quickly their bodies acclimatized to the toy's (frankly) intimidating size and force, feeling almost self-conscious about how much his own body ached just to hold the thing (he needed to work out). His gaze never strayed from their bodies, though. He admired every curve and contour of them, taking every soft gasp and whimper from their lips and filing them away for another time.

He then moved his hand back to their hair, running his fingers through it reverently.

“You’ve almost taken all of it. All twelve inches. It’s not hard at all, is it?”

Lawrence was silent again, panting hard against his temple while bitten fingernails dug into his shoulders (hard enough that he could feel it through his hoodie). Ren didn’t mind, though, humming softly as he leaned into their tight grip, letting a low hum of satisfaction pass his lips, like he couldn’t be any happier.

He then gently gripped them by the back of the neck, pulling them closer and tilting their head to press his mouth to their ear again, making his voice gentle and low, and whispered:

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” Lawrence said almost instantly, their eyes squeezed tight before they gradually opened, tears clinging to their pale lashes, their little pink tongue wetting their lips again. “No…mmh, yes and no. Not a normal pain.”

“Not normal, huh?” Ren murmured with a tilt of his head, watching their expression intently with a raised eyebrow. “Feels good and bad, doesn’t it? Hurts and doesn’t hurt.”

"Like nothing I've felt before," They breathed out with a long sigh, barely reacting as the toy slid right into the hilt (Ren almost expected a comedic “pop!” as he watched hungrily); the only thing giving it away at all was the flutter of their lids and the tremble of their long limbs around him. "Fuhhh, nothing...l-like it..."

Ren licked his lips (always a fox with a pinned doe with them) as he looked them over again, gaze travelling from their face to their trembling legs - one of which he forced to spread apart even wider to drape and wrap around his hip, holding him close while their other leg remained on the bed.

“Mhh, but you love it, don’t you? I can tell just by looking at you,” He crooned softly, leaning in again to nuzzle at their jaw, eyes flitting down to their collar, his ownership of them, and feeling a hot pulse of pride and arousal rush straight to his cock, making him groan. “Mmm, taking it like you were born to do it. Maybe you were born to do it, hm?”

“Yesss,” They slurred brainlessly, tilting their head back even more, their back arching.

"Of course you were," He murmured, his voice deeply approving as he pressed his mouth to the newly exposed flesh of their throat, dragging his teeth against their pale neck and leaving a trail of bite marks along the way. "My pretty little doll was born for this, weren't you?"

“Your pretty doll,” They panted, hesitantly reaching down between their bodies to work their hand up and down their cock, getting themself even more eager and hungry. “All yours.”

Ren’s eyes widened slightly, his face heating up as he watched them masturbate, filled to the very brim with the obscene toy.

They so rarely touched themself like this, and he felt exceptionally lucky just to be able to see it.

His panting mouth pressed more intently against their neck, his teeth becoming sharper and more resolved to bite. He took a deep breath and exhaled a low hiss through his clenched teeth.

"Oh, but is my pretty doll becoming needy? Being impatient? I haven't even told you you could touch yourself yet," He whispered, fangs nipping painfully, drawing a line of broken skin from their collarbone to their shoulder, bringing up blood and quick bruises. “You were being so shy before, and now you’re acting like a slut.”

A bead of blood ran down Lawrence’s panting chest, their eyes struggling to stay open as they bucked more into their fist, grip so tight that their knuckles looked white. Ren was breathing heavily at the sight, mouth-watering, the sharp scent of blood filling his nose and igniting a flame deep in his core.

It was taking everything in him to restrain himself.

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes blown wide and dark with arousal as he watched them move, their asshole somehow tightening even more around the thick toy, his words coming out in a shaky whisper.

“You're such a mess; it's almost unbelievable. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you've done this before...or thought about it...a lot..”

“Thought about it,” They murmured with a hesitant nod, keening up to cling onto him again, press his mouth to their shoulder, rubbing the head of their cock against his through his joggers. “My teachers in school, my guidance counsellor. Thought about it so much that thinking made me want to throw up and cut myself.”

Their eyes met his, oddly empty despite their persisting arousal.

“Part of me still wants to throw up. To cut myself.”

Ren kept his mouth on their shoulder, but the force of his bite relented (even just slightly), the bite softening to leave a less angry-looking mark on their skin.

“I can’t have that,” He murmured, pulling back and giving the bite a gentle kitten lick, as if apologising. “I can’t have my doll hurting themself. I won’t let them.” He keened upwards, licking the rest of their bites, soothing their wounds, and relishing in the soft murmurs of pleasure that Lawrence let out.

“No,” They said, gripping themselves somehow tighter. “I suppose that’s true. No sense hurting myself when you’ll do it for me…”

“Mhm,” He hummed, his mouth travelling upwards to tongue their neck again. One of his hands came to rest in their hair, the other wrapping around their little waist, as he nipped and nibbled along their jaw, sharp and familiar but teasing and gentle at the same time, coming to give their ear a little bite and tug. “I won’t let you hurt yourself, but…I don’t mind you touching.”

His hand joined theirs around the base of their cock, squeezing them with a little less force.

“If it replaces those bad thoughts with good ones, hm?”

“Yes,” Lawrence groaned softly, pressing their forehead against his shoulder and letting go of their cock, moving into his touch, needing it, needing him- “Yes, Ren…”

“Mhh, that’s better…”

Ren praised and pressed a kiss to their hair, running his hand up and down their bony back (feeling each notch of their spine), tracing the bites he’d left, soothing them as his other hand stayed to toy with them. He moved closer then, pressing his face into the crook of their neck and taking in another breath, indulging in the scent of their skin, their sweat, the way it all mixed with his, their breathing and whining sounds, everything.

It was just so good when it was good.

“Don’t stop touching yourself, though,” He murmured against their ear, pressing another kiss against their temple, another to their cheek. “Let’s make you feel good, baby…”

“R-Ren,” They groaned lowly as he squeezed tightly again, his warm grip working up and down their cock, well-lubed with rivulets of constantly streaming pre-cum. They were really turned on. “Can I…?”

“Can yoooou..?” He repeated in a quiet, breathless voice, almost a purr. He let out a slight hum, a low rumble of noise as his teeth scraped against their earlobe, making them whimper and buck even more. “Can you what, baby? Use your words.”

“Mmh,” They nestled into his hair again. “Can I…u-use the toy on myself?”

Ren felt his breath catch at the words, his teeth clamping down on their ear as his grip around their waist involuntarily tightened, feeling them squirm and writhe.

“Hah,” He breathed out with a giddy smile. “Greedy. You sure you can handle that?”

“I don’t know,” They murmured, reaching down (without his permission, but he wasn’t going to punish good behaviour) and gripping the base of the toy, their hand trembling as they slowly eased it out and pumped it back in. “Nghhh, I don’t know…but I’ll take it anyway.”

“Yeah, you will.”

God, the way they were acting, shaking and trembling and whining, so demure and sweet and shit, it made his teeth ache.

“Hhmm…I’d say that your body can take it, but I’m not so sure about your brain, heh.” He tittered softly, bucking more hungrily against their thigh and licking the side of their face, his panting mouth pressing against his cheek. “It looks like it’s going to melt out through your ears, my little doll.”

“Doesn’t sound so bad,” They murmured, letting him push them back against the bed, lids fluttering as they continued to pump the toy in and out of themself. “Hahhh, no thinking…sounds good.”

“Mm, if you’re going to stop thinking,” He hummed, licking across their panting mouth, pushing his tongue past their lips and exploring every crevice. He was so greedy in the way he took, his teeth nipping at their lip and tongue, demanding more and more with each hungry kiss they shared. “Let me take care of you.”

“Mmfff…”

Lawrence groaned brainlessly, opening their mouth for them to kiss properly, hungrily, as he gripped their cock even tighter, working the tight grip of his first up and down the length of it, so hard and wet as the tip drooled against his skin.

So perfect.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of you…cus that’s what friends do,” Ren murmured hotly against Lawrence’s mouth, as if his mind went blank with each press of their lips, lost in the act of kissing them, in their touch, in their taste. “They help each other out. Don’t they, baby?”

“Hah,” Lawrence’s eyes fluttered with a stuttering exhale as Ren’s grip grew tighter and tighter, almost painfully so, their own grip on the toy wavering as the base was worked back inside of them, thick rubber pressed up against the tight heat of their asshole, swallowing it up hungrily. “Y-Yeah…that’s…mm, right…”

“Of course it’s right,” He murmured with a giddy smile, panting heavily against their mouth, grinding desperately hard against their hip, stimulating his cock the best he could. “We’re friends, after all. So I’m gonna take care of you, baby. Let me do it for you...”

Lawrence was a vision underneath him, one he wanted burned into his brain so he’d never forget it.

Soft, bruised, scarred pale skin stretched over protruding hipbones, over sharp shoulders like a perfect canvas, long legs wrapped around him, trembling and jutting with each movement, sea-grey eyes fluttering and watering from the sheer, overwhelming force of their pleasure, beating them like waves against a mountainside.

If he saw them every day, he would remember this time.

He pressed his forehead against theirs, unwilling to let them see his overwhelming fondness for them.

At least, not yet.

“Doesn’t that feel so much better than doing it yourself?”

“Yes.”

Lawrence’s long fingers tangled into his hair and rubbed at his scalp, and it took everything in him not to keen into the touch and let himself enjoy it, enjoy Lawrence in such an intimate way.

Maybe one day.

“It’s perfect, Ren.”

#ren hana #ren btd #lawrence oleander #lawrence btd #lawrence x ren #ren x lawrence #ship: rot with me

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Pew pew it's been a lot longer than two hours but i had to finish up the worst lab report in existence. anyway it's not a lot rn but i'm too tired so there'll have to be a part two tomorrow lolol

Raph told himself that he would let Donnie out—if and only if he didn't scream for a day.

Because he knew that the prank, on a certain level, was cruel. He knew that every joke and cackling laughter about putting Donnie in "time-out" held a pointed bite to them that Raph's little brothers usually never had. Yes, the prank was mean—but Mikey and Leo didn't get enjoyment simply out of being cruel. Not unless they felt i t was deserved.

Donnie drove them to this point. He only had himself to blame for Mikey and Leo picking on him.

And yet... Raph hated to think about the role he'd played in this, letting his little brother behave this way for so long: bratty and temperamental, self-centered and apathetic—

Selfish. So very selfish.

Raph had let it go on because he didn't have it in him to say no to one of his younger brothers, didn't know how to. But in doing so, he'd forced Mikey and Leo to put up with it alongside him. Raph had only hurt his family in the end—and even if Donnie should know better, Raph was still responsible for him.

So, in the spirit of being fair, he'd let Leo and Mikey have their fun—Leo especially, so eager to finally have his birthday to himself again. Raph left Donnie in the closet, and promised to only let him out if his little brother stopped screaming. Because, Raph hoped, that would mean he finally realized that he couldn't rely on his big brother to bail him out. It would mean he'd finally been forced to confront the truth about his shitty behavior. It would mean he'd realized that his machines weren't enough to make up for his... everything.

It would mean Donnie had started to learn his lesson. At the end of the day, even with how angry he'd been making Raph lately, he could admit—in the privacy of his head—that he would always try and do what was best for his younger brother.

Even if it made him cry. Even if it made him scream. Even if it meant they had to leave him out of things. Donnie had been in desperate need of some tough love: for his own good.

So the morning after Leo's birthday, the first thing Raph does after his morning routine is head to the kitchen; because even though Donnie had finally started behaving, Leo had been so disappointed at the thought of the night ending with Raph having to focus on something else. He'd had to put up with Donnie being greedy for so long: Raph thought Leo deserved to have at least one day where it was his turn.

For a moment, he pauses right outside the door, listening. It's quiet: Mikey and Leo are still conked out, sleeping off the excitement of the day before. But if he strained, he thought he might be able to hear intermittent, near-inaudible coos—the kind Donnie would make when he was much younger, and still behind on his emotional-regulation. He wasn't not crying for help anymore; he'd figured out that he's on his own, and reverted to an old, pitiful attempt at self-soothing as a result.

Raph should be glad. This was proof that Donnie deserved another chance, that he wasn't a complete lost cause. Or maybe Raph should be irritated. Because Donnie knew he was supposed to handle his own shit instead of pawning it onto everyone else, but simply refused to.

Instead, a feeling he didn't recognize welled up in him, so fast and clogging he thought he might suffocate. He wasn't sure what it was, exactly, that caused it—all he knew was the click of the lock and the cold, oppressive press of the doorknob on his calloused hand, the way the door slammed into the wall as he yanked it open and the tightness of his throat as his baby brother mewled in surprised terror.

His baby brother, shivering and small, smaller even than the space he'd been locked away in. Whimpering like a frightened little animal while he curled up in Raph's shadow. Arms and hands and fingers and nails bloody as he gouged his limbs with his claws.

For a moment, Raph swayed. There were no words to describe the overwhelming press of emotions that washed over him in an instant. It bore down on him like the weight of the sky, pushing and pushing and pushing until his legs seemed to buckle and it drove him under the earth.

And then, Donnie finally managed to mumble his first coherent word, eyes glassy and staring up at him in fear. Or maybe something like reverence.

"Rah— Raphie?"

The words were a rough little whisper. Something about them, about the nickname, set the world back on its axis. The heavy burden digging into his shoulders seemed to disappear, and suddenly, Raph could think again.

"Donnie," he said steadily. "Are you ready to come out?"

For a moment, Donnie didn't say anything. He simply stared as his breaths slowly came faster and faster. Then, he was pitching forward to prostrate himself with a soundless cry, the whistle of air from his throat the only sign of the scream it might have been.

"Raph, Raphie, yes, yes, out please," Donnie warbled. It was hard to understand him through the hoarse edge to his words, or through the thick desperation in his voice. "Please, please, want out, wanna come ouh-out. 'M sorry, I'm sorry, won't— won't do it a-guh-again Raphie, please please please—"

"Okay," Raph sighed, stepping out of the way. Donnie continued to chant, please please please, even as he cautiously crawled out on trembling, jerking limbs. Raph turned away as his brother began attempting to stand. The sound of his tiny pants of effort, little hiccups of pain, his desperate scrabble against the door as he pulled himself up—all of it rang stubbornly in Raph's ears.

It was enough to make his head hurt.

is there a timeline for when raph leo and mikey check up on donnie in the closet before letting him out after those four days

no but wouldnt it be fucked up if leo and mikey went to taunt him about the birthday thing on the day of

#based on prev tags bc:#fucked up brains n brawns...#something about manipulative caregiving that does it for me man. gets me right in the stomach.#meowzers #canary continuity #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #fluffy writes a fic #tw abuse #tw torture #tw self harm

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