#Burning on my chest

[boomposhpow]

i’ve missed animating them

[s0fter-sin]

trans!soap taking his baby and running away from his rich abusive husband

(cw angst, financial abuse, single threat of child abuse, single mention of transphobia)

he's owned soap for years, since he was a teenager; paid for his medication and all his surgeries and tied them so deeply, soap’s lost hope of ever getting away. he gets even worse when soap falls pregnant. he was always controlling; blowing up at him if he spent too long out of the house or did something without telling him. but he becomes utterly possessive during the pregnancy

soap knows it has nothing to do with his safety or the baby's

he knows he sees his baby as an investment; another being he can control and hold over him

he gets worse and worse but there’s nothing soap can do. there's been nothing he can do for a long time. then a few months after the baby is born, soap doesn’t watch his tone closely enough and his husband threatens to drop his baby in punishment for it

soap doesn't think. he doesn't plan

he takes his baby and runs

he sneaks out of the servant's quarters of the sterile mansion he's been forced to live in for almost a decade and walks down the street without a backwards glance; his baby the only thing in his arms. he knows all of his husband's cars have trackers, all of them in his name since he never lets soap drive or go anywhere by himself, so he walks far enough to be out of view of the mansion's cameras and steals one. it doesn't have a car seat and all he can do is clutch his baby to his chest as he drives

he doesn't know where he's going beyond away

he doesn't know what he's going to do; he doesn't have any money, no supplies for his baby, he doesn't even have water for himself so he can reliably breastfeed him. he's terrified his husband will find them; he’s always felt omniscient, always everywhere and seeing everything he did. if he didn’t have eyes somewhere, he paid someone who did and they always dutifully reported back to him

soap just keeps his eyes forward. just keeps driving and driving, lost to the road and numb until the low gas light pops up on the dash and it all hits him at once

he turns into a gas station he can't pay for, in a car he stole, and parks behind it and his baby immediately starts getting fussy

he can't even call him by his name sometimes; too afraid to get attached, too afraid to lose him. as if he doesn’t love him more than life itself

even throughout his pregnancy, as happy as he was to finally have a baby, he didn't know if he could carry to term and that fear just let his husband dig his claws in even deeper; paying for extra scans he could never hope to pay for, favours on top of favours so he would aways owe him and isn’t he such a loving husband? taking soap in when his parents kicked him out for being trans, looking after him for all these years? you can’t even take care of yourself john, you’d still be a woman without me, john, what is this tantrum about john-

soap tugs his shirt up to let his baby feed, drops his head back and cries

he can't stop it; wails loud and uncontrolled, chest heaving with his sobs enough that it sways his baby, occasionally breaking his latch and he can't even do this right-

he can't save him

a light knock sounds on the window and soap flinches, curling over his baby to protect him from his huband's cruel hands

but it's not his husband outside the window

soap blinks tears from his eyes and looks at the large stranger standing beside the car. a neck gaiter covers his mouth and it should be off-putting… but something about him stops the feeling in its tracks. the stranger takes a half-step back and lifts a chilled and sealed water bottle, pressing it towards the window

soap quickly swipes his face clean and rolls down the window. "sorry 'bout that," he apologises with a choked laugh, the careful front he’s built over the years cracked and bleeding

the stranger gives a dismissive but somehow not diminishing shrug. "long day?" he asks

"could say that," he gives a shrug of his own and pats his baby's back as he makes a disgruntled noise, unconsciously swaying him

he politely keeps his gaze up on his face. "looks like you could use a break."

soap's breath hitches, anxiously darting his tongue out over his bottom lip. "could say that," he repeats uselessly and takes the water with a quiet “thanks,”; his throat dry and screaming for it after crying so hard

the stranger hums, watching him down the bottle and soap doesn’t notice his eyes drifting to the backseat and footwell of the passenger side. doesn’t notice the slight tension in his fists at what he sees. "how long you been runnin', lad?"

soap freezes, the water settling in his stomach like a stone. he swallows thickly and the bottle falls from his lips

"not long enough."

the stranger just nods, looking idly back down the highway

"you know, this place is connected to a garage,” he starts, nodding back to a building attached to the station without taking his eyes off the road. “lotta people drift through 'ere on road trips; too many to keep track.”

soap frowns slightly, shifting his hold on his baby

“funny thing is, plenty of 'em just abandon their car when they break down. like yours,” he adds and finally turns back to him with a pointed look. “got a whole junkyard of 'em. just rustin' away. be pretty easy to convince me to trade ya one."

soap’s mouth parts in a gasp as he realises just what the stranger’s saying. "how easy?" he whispers

he shrugs and even with his face hidden beneath the gaiter, he doesn’t feel afraid. "i'd say this car'd be a good deal. would blend right in with the rest of ‘em; no one’d ever notice it. what say i take it off your hands?"

soap's breath shudders out of him, his whole body going limp with relief. his baby's eyes fall shut with a satisfied hum and for the first time he can remember, he feels the gentle touch of hope

"i think we can work something out."

🧼💀

ghost owns the service station soap pulled into. he wanted something quiet and isolated after he retired and you can’t get much quieter than a backwoods servo surrounded by forest. he hasn’t had anyone pull in in days so he’s quick to notice soap’s car. he’s also quick to notice soap's subsequent breakdown in one of the cameras. the sight of him crying, desperately clutching a baby like they’re all he has left in the world, is so familiar he felt sick with it

he knows someone running when he sees it

if he didn't check on him, if this lad disappeared one day and the baby along with him, he'd never forgive himself. the lad doesn't even have a baby bag or car seat with him, and the personalised sticker on the back window of a lady and a dog is a dead giveaway that the car is stolen

but the lad is terrified. and when he startled him, he didn't turn. didn’t lift his arms to protect himself. no

he covered his baby

like he was afraid he'd be hurt

that's enough for ghost

🧼💀

i'd wanna set this in the 80's or 90's, just to make it even harder for soap to get away from his husband. he's a trans man with a newborn; he has no one to run to and no resources to help him. his husband's bought and paid for everything for him since he was 17; a few whirlwind weeks of unbelievable dates and extravagant gifts and he was living in his mansion, getting married the day after his 18th birthday. he thought it was love. thought he was being looked after and cared for the way he’s always wanted

he was in pain and alone and naive enough to believe the first person who came along and promised to make it better. nothing's in his name, not his insurance or his meds, he doesn’t have a bank account or savings; other than a birth certificate, nothing even ties him to his baby. his husband could take his world away from him with a snap of his fingers and he made sure soap always knew it

he never had a chance of getting away

but ghost is ex-military

he doesn’t know the lad’s story, doesn’t know the details of what he’s running from. he doesn’t need to know

he decided he was helping him the second he pulled into his service station

[darkfluffydragon]

Here are some sketches I drew of Phantasmagoria Corrupted Burning Spice (Change) and Mystic Flour (Volition) :D

Just a fun lil thing while I debate to myself over whether to focus on the world-building or the story. Also Change as a cowboy..just for fun :')

[havockingboo]

Like…from JFEI’s or in this relationship?? situationship????

[itsalwaysforyou]

there’s blood in the water, there’s blood in the water

kenny ortega, descendants / the crane wives, the crooked, the cradle

[mattodore]

theo trying to get out of bed when there’s a huge mountain lion laying on him

[crustyfloor]

SHUT UPPPPPPPPP SHE'S HERE

[yukiiiiiii13]

Since I don't have anyone to vent to in rl...

ARGHHHHHH... THIS IS SO CRAZY!!!

I literally jokingly pulled in the beast banner for shadow milk so I can put him in arena but got awakened pure vanilla instead😭😭(not that I don't want him, he's literally mt favorite, I love PV so much—)

And then, you know what's more crazy? I pulled on the costume not hoping for anything since I didn't get them once in my main acc and I literally had at least 45+ pulls there but THEN, here come TRUTHLESS RECLUSE, COMING HOME IN ONE FUCKING PULL!!!

THEY LITERALLY CAME IN ONE MINUTE OMG LIKE???

Also, fucking burning spice too. I wanted him in my main acc but he literally came home HERE!!

In my PURE VANILLA SERVER ACC??

Who the heck said PURE VANILLA SERVER DOES NOT HAVE GOOD LUCK?!? THEY LIED!!!

BECAUSE TELL ME!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN I GET TO HAVE THEM IN MY PURE VANILLA SERVER ALT ACC BUT NOT IN HOLLYBERRY SERVER MAIN ACC??!!😭😭😭😭

(Still, I'm so thankful, holy crap. I think I manifested too hard but they came home in the wrong acc tho😭😭)

[bigcitymac]

if i could draw i would draw mac with an awful sunburn and a tanline of a crucifix around his neck 😁

[cellard0ors]

@cbrcbbr made new hackearney art and it just made me remember that these actually happened:

And that they're one of the greatest things that ever happened to me and that I'm truly blessed.

[toruland]

yall would not believe the way i just bawled over sylus because i re-watched a tiktok of his 2025 birthday meeting

he sang happy birthday and proudly told mc he took singing lessons to get better so he could sing it for her properly

i imagine he would be very concerned to see me sob the way i just did after that came out of his mouth

[aurantiumred]

jason should not still be alive to get to toa. iirc he has a calm conversation with a goddess while actively bleeding from a sword wound that literally was so toxic to his species that everyone before him had just fuckin died and he survived it through sheer fucking force of will, healed so well that within the same month a god who could tell that a woman broke a bone horse riding at 9 couldn't tell he had been stabbed through the chest deep enough to have an exit wound like less than a month ago

this man should be dead which is why i support any and all comments about him being fatally wounded and just standing up after. he should have gotten up after getting stabbed the second time and walked it off honestly

he stands up, yanks the spear out of his chest, and starts fighting with a weapon coated in his own blood.

[jinkiesmariz]

Thinking about round 6 like… they hit the yaoi pentagon ..

[cherie-doll]

Soooooo, Rodolfo?.

Friend to lovers, he fell first and the hardest. But- we can't tell the different because he's literally a sweetheart.

But I can SEE- the storm before calm, stressing out over the mixed feelings. Especially if reader is an expert overthinker. The DRAMA before everything come clear. I'll make sure to give him a good old smack for the stress in the head before kiss him welcoming a new boyfriend.

Or- you have other opinions?

Noo I completely agree, and I'm actually adding more to that hc here bc you're right. What IF reader was overthinking it and really wondering if he liked them or if they're just overthinking and imagining it?

Friends to lovers w/ Rudy but you're overthinking it...

You think the warm, fuzzy feeling you get when he does something for you is just you being delusional, maybe if it's something as small as him handing you something or greeting you warmly in the mornings when he passes and even stops to talk with you a bit

He's just a lovely person overall and you can't imagine him ever being rude so it's not right for you to misinterpret his actions

But why do you feel this way then?

You feel so peaceful and right with him it's honestly not very hard to imagine being in a relationship with him, but how do you know he's not like this with everyone?

And maybe you tense a little every time you do interact because of your overthinking he can't help but get worried and concerned, maybe you've noticed his advances and don't like his attempts of getting close? Now he's overthinking it too

But you know what's the most heartwarming thing? Even if you do have tense moments because he thinks you don't see him that way, he won't stop treating you with respect or anything less because that's the kind of person he is

Always wants to continue making you smile and feeling comfortable

Ugh but while this happens you DO want him to say something that'll give it away, just that small push that lets you know you can take it a step further

You're probably going insane and silently screaming into your pillow at night over this

And when you straight up just decide to take out all your frustrations by writing a note and leaving it for him, he comes to you all happy and with a bashful smile, apologizing for giving you a hard time and that those were his intentions you want to punch him (lovingly ofc) for not being upfront with you about it

And then give him a kiss afterwards lol