#MY MANS BACK

[whumpasaurus101]

Like Father, Like Son - Pt 4.

I- listen.. i thought this would be just like two pieces but- i swear it wont get out of my head HUJHKDJHD

ANYWHO ENJOY A CONCUSSED ASHY BOI <3

Part one / part two / part three

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Whoever was poking and prodding their fucking finger into Asher’s side had a fucking deathwish.

His eyebrows furrowed as he slowly opened his eyes, only to quickly close them as a blinding white bolt of white filled his vision. Way too fucking bright. His head felt as if it was in the clouds and spinning like some fucking planet.

“F’ck ’ff-” Was all he could manage, his lips barely able to move. 

He could feel something cold running down his neck, he tried to move his arm to wipe away some of the blood but his body lit up with pain. “Well look who’s up,” Came a voice. Ah yes. He knew that voice well. That voice from the person who’s face made him light up with anger, wanting to punch that dumb smirk off of his face.

A sharp pain bolted through his skull, a whimper escaped his lips, fists curling up and jaw clenching hard. “Easy, buddy,” Rodger sighed, gently running his hand through Asher’s hair- being sure to mind the huge gash in the back of Asher’s head.

Asher hates himself for it but he leaned into the touch, feeling his face beginning to burn a dark red. His mouth felt dry, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he spoke- his voice hoarse, “Dr-dr’gged?” Rodger felt a small twinge in his chest, guilt dripping cold and painful. “N-no, Ash. I- You uh, you tried to defend me and uh…well… father shoved you..hard, and well, you banged your head pretty hard against the radiator.”

Asher blinked, barely processing anything that was said. He blinked again, his eyes moving to Rodger but not focusing, “Wh-wha’?” Rodger rolled his eyes, “Head went bang on metal, concussed.”

“Mhnn…”

“Cmon, I need you to hold still while I glue this wound shut.”

Asher let out a giggle, “Nglue? Wh’m I, some s’rtta art pro-project?” Rodger hesitated, letting out a sigh before laughing, “Yeah sure, then I’ll add some fucking glitter to complete it.” Asher’s eyebrows furrowed, slowly twisting his head around to look at Rodger before giggling quietly. 

He winced as a cold feeling trickled down his head, he let out a whimper, trying to weakly kick out at Rodger. “Oi, stay still, this will only take a second, I swear.” Asher squeezed his eyes shut, another whimper escaping his throat, “H-h’rts-”

“I know… I know it does, just a few more seconds.”

Asher cried out as Rodger gently touched his wound, he desperately tried to kick out but Rogder managed to hold Asher down, “One fucking second, Asher, please.” Asher’s cries continued but he forced himself still- mostly because it was only making him more dizzy. 

“Okay,” Rodger sighed, “That should be okay, just… please don't touch it, let the glue dry.” Asher only replied with a short nod, curling in on himself on the floor, hugging an arm around himself with a shaky sigh.

Rodger looked at him for a moment, a slight smile on his face before he turned to his wardrobe, taking out Asher’s favourite hoodie of Rodgers. He took out the red hoodie, placing it on the bed before turning back to Asher, “Alright, we gotta get you up, father will come in again if we take too long.”

It took Rodger a while to get Asher onto his feet, catching him as the other started swaying. He made Asher sit on the side of his bed before handing him his hoodie, watching Asher’s face immeditely light up, eyes sparkling, “Thank you,” He smiled, Rodger had to help putting the hoodie on, minding Asher’s wounds on his back. Asher insisted keeping the hood up and so of course Rodger let him.

Rodger smirked before clearing his throat, “Hey uhm.. Why did you protect me?” He watched as Asher’s face went slightly pink, “Mm… I just… don't get me wong, y're a shitty shitty person, but uh..I think i-it’s fucked up that he’d la-lay a hand on you.”

Asher couldn't tell if it was the concussion or if he could see the tip of Rodger’s ears flush a dark pink. He decided to push it away for now.

“Well uh… thanks. I guess, I know that's what you're supposed to be doing, but really all you've been doing is being a little shit and not doing what you're suposed to.” Asher smirked, “G’ss it makes me doing the things even more special.” 

Rodger rolled his eyes, “Oh shut up, You're such a bullshitter.” Asher smirked before yawning, “‘m sleepyyyy,” He whined but was quickly cut off. “No way in hell am I letting you sleep with a  fucking concussion, but I’ll get us take out and you can relax, deal?”

“Can Jack come over?”

Rodger’s face twisted slightly, “N-no buddy… sorry….” He watched as any hope Asher once had completely drained from his face. He forced the guilt away before smiling, “Cmon, let's order some food.” He stops just before he could open the door before cursing under his breath, turning back to face Asher, “I need to put the gag back on…” A whine escaped the back of Asher’s throat but he took a shaky breath before staying still, letting Rodger tie the cloth back around his face, he even pulled down his hood for Rodger to allow him access.

Rodger grit hit teeth as he tied the knot, reminding himself how much of a little shit Asher is, but he couldn't get his adorable face out of his head. Stop it, Jesus Christ, stop it. “Alright… just, just keep your head down and stick to yourself, please.”

Asher just nodded, tears which threatened to fall glistened in his eyes. Rodger forced himself to turn back around, opening the door as he listened to Asher follow behind him.

Once they entered the room, they saw Nikos and Kimberly sitting on the couch opposite the television. Asher tried to ignore how bile churned in his stomach, forcing himself to continue to follow Rodger into the room. Rodger guided him to the armchair, running his hand through Asher’s hair, “You sit down buddy, I won’t be long.”

Asher whimpered, he would do anything to not be stuck in a room with that sorry excuse of a sod and his girlfriend sitting on the couch near him. Rodger smiled sympathetically but gently pushed Asher to sit. Once Rodger took Nikos and Kimberly’s order, he rang the nearest restaurant and made his way to the kitchen, closing the door behind him.

The silence was practically deafening, Asher’s leg began to bounce up and down, his hands fidgeting. Kimberly gently scratched at Nikos scalp with a smile, whispering something in Nikos ear.

“Why don’t you ask the mutt yourself,” Nikos huffed, eyes boring into Asher who clenched his jaw. His hands itched to tear the cloth out of his mouth but the pounding of his head and the dark red littering his back reminded him how much he really didn’t want to test his luck.

“Quit bouncing your leg, it's terrible manners,” Nikos grumbled. Asher rolled his eyes, not stopping his leg as he chewed on the cloth. “Hey, I’m talking to you, mutt.” Asher clenched his hands into tight fists, feeling his nails bite into his palms. He couldn't suppress a flinch as Nikos stood up, storming over to him.

“Honey, it’s alright, he’s had enough,” Kimberly tried to reason with Nikos but she knew it was no use.

“No, I'm sick and tired of everyone taking this mutt's side.” Nikos grabbed a fistful of Asher’s hair, wrenching his head up. Asher yelled out, tears filling his eyes as his head felt on fire, he was dizzy enough before, but now he couldn't see straight. He growled something out, not even sure himself of what he had said. Nikos grabbed the gag and ripped it from Asher’s mouth, yanking his head back even more before growling low and sinister into the boy’s ear, “If you have something so important to say, say it.” Asher shuddered, feeling Nikos’ warm breath slowly wash down the nape of his neck, raising goosebumps. A tear slowly rolled down his cheek as he forced his eyes open, forcing himself to look at Nikos in the eyes;

“G-go..ff..ffuck y’rself….”

The fury in Nikos’ eyes which blazed like fire was a short success for Asher until Nikos’ fist met with his cheekbone, sending his head flying to the side- which it barely could since the bastard’s grip remained in his hair, keeping his head still.

Asher let out a cry, feeling blood trickle from his lip. Aiden hates when that happens.

Nikos reeled back his fist once more but Asher choked out, “‘m so-sorry…” Nikos’ eyebrow raised, pulling Asher’s hair so Asher spoke into Nikos’ ear, “Repeat that again, mutt.” Asher shook with a silent cry, tears were streaming down his face at this point as he licked his lips, “I-I-  ‘m s-s’rr-sorry…” 

“There’s oooneee word your missing and you know it.” Nikos’ grip in Asher’s hair tightened in warning, making the other whimper, “I-I’m sorry- s’-sir…..”

Nikos instantly let go, Asher falling back onto the chair as his hand gently rubbed at his burning scalp. “My son has most definitely been too soft on you, but don't worry, it's never too late to train an old dog.” Asher could stop the shudder which ran through his spine. He put the hood back up, wiping his face with the oversized sleeves. He wanted Jack, Jesus, he just wanted a hug.

He moved around in the chair so he could hug his legs up to his chest, resting his forehead against his knees. He didn't even lift his head up as the kitchen opened.

“Everything’s order-” Rodger paused, eyes moving from his father, to Asher then back to Nikos, clenching his jaw. Nikos jutted his chin out, “Something to say?” Rodger gulped, clenching his fist behind his back before forcing out, “No, father. I uhm, I’ve ordered the food, it should be here soon.” Nikos simply nodded once in reply. He watched as his son’s eyes fell to Asher and scoffed, rolling his eyes, “I swear to god if anyone feels sorry for him I will drag him outside and leave him out in the pouring rain for the night, am I understood?”

Rodger clenched his jaw, sitting on the second armchair with his arms folded before nodding. He waited until Nikos’ glare lifted off of him before his eyes landed back to Asher, his stomach uneasy and guilt flooded him. He’ll make it up to Asher, he has to.

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[hinamie]

morning glory

[logicallyblind]

something there’s a distinct lack of in batman fanfics, especially ‘brucie wayne’ centred ones is the networking he’d have to be doing on the daily to maintain that sorta reputation

like, we all know the man knows how to throw a gala but where are the brunches? the happy hour gossip session with his cover’s clique of the week? the golf club dinners he has to attend every third week of the month? what about visits to hospitals or schools or the soup kitchens for his philanthropy? come on now

you’re telling me he’s the most sought after celebrity in gotham city and beyond, an infamous playboy and supposed extroverted people person who can use long holidays that can last weeks at a time away in tropical islands supposedly partying it up as a plausible excuse to hide his injuries sometimes but when he’s in gotham he’s either at wayne enterprise meetings or tucked away at home alone? nah

i want to see bruce having to really utilise those meditation breathing skills he learned in the league while he’s having to sit upright in a chair with 4 broken ribs, a sprained wrist and a minor concussion in a painfully bright restaurant at 3pm on a wednesday having to listen to bethany-anne titter on about the latest gossip about her neighbours affair with the maid that’s basically an open secret by now like pls there’s so many different routes you can go with this depending on the genre,,, make bruce have to REALLY commit to that cover of his lmao

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[duckysprouts]

if you were at your worst, if you’re a villain or a screwup or whatever, there is a goth man dressed as a giant bat who keeps coming after you, bothering you. he sabotages your journey of self destruction over and over. ur ready to give up but he won’t let you. you think, today he won’t come. today he will give up on me too. he never does.

[vamprisms]

lesbians enjoy pathetic male characters because we have an instinctive prey drive

[hansoeii]

GOOD OMENS SEASON 3 IS HAPPENING SO I SHALL REPOST ALL OF MY GOOD OMENS ART IN CELEBRATION!! 🥳❤️

WAHOO!!!

[sodainto]

is this anything

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[namespara]

If Cazador ever commented on Astarions companions (instead of just ignoring them which ultimately leads to his downfall) he'd be pretty flabbergasted to see the durge he definitly has heard of innit

[cornedbeefhashtags]

Ever since I was a little boy I knew that I wanted to stay up too late and be exhausted at work tomorrow

[soranker]

98 lovemail doodles >_<

[kimeoshi]

Corrupted Ratio for Twitter! Reached 2k followers and he won in a prompt game

Timelapse:

[proxycrit]

Day 26- Lanayru Mountain

Perhaps dragon song sounds familiar. No matter; it’s time to get to business.

On that note, magnesis is reacquired! Purah’s still working on the other glyphs.

(“We’ll find a cure by the end of this year, I promise.”

“I hope we do, Mimi. I really, really hope we do.”)

((This is a totk au called familiar familiar! Zelda doesn’t go back in time, history is forever changed, and link is beset by ghost memories from his magic arm as per usual.))

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[ncutii-gatwa]

TAZ IS BLONDE AGAIN THANK THE LORD