#STAP IT BRAIN

[hcze]

Sometimes I miss my old URL (pianomxn) but then I remember this is a functioning blog for my little family and it's thriving so we're good.

Good morning everyone!! I was just bombarded again and my plans shaken so I'll be sending those memes soon!!

[alizachan]

Hehehe, adorable.

To even the scales, just imagine how embarrassed Xander would get when you cuddle him in bed, your arms wrapping around him tightly as you sleep, snuggling your head into his shoulder

AHHHH STAPPPPPPPPP-

[sister-lucifer]

GOD THE THINGS I WOULD DO TO YOUR TOBY. Idk how the fuck I would pull it off considering he's like a foot taller than me but what I wouldn't give to have him tied up in my bed and watch him snap at me and try to wriggle out and dom me until his ego turns to mush once he's getting jabbed in the prostate with my stap so hard he can't even form a proper sentence, poor boys probably never had a prostate orgasm before. I won't stop until he's drooling and his pretty tummy hair is full of cum since he's missed out for so long he needs to make up for lost time ♡. Then once he's overstimulated and shaking and whining like a dog I'd finally give him my boycunt and milk out the last few loads he has left but once he thinks he's done I'd sit on his face and smother him with my fat thighs and scroll through my phone like it's nothing while he licks his own cum out of my boycunt and his brain is so fucked out and foggy he might even start liking it. Then I'd finally untie him and take a little cat nap on his chest, his limbs turned to jelly a long time ago so I won't have to worry about him moving so I can get nice and comfy ^u^.

- zomb anon

@cryptidcircusco

do you see this. i’m going feral omg

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Ultimate Fantasy (Eddie Munson x Reader 18+)

Ever since @raccoonboywrites said about Eddie getting fucked, I could not stop thinking about it. I had other stuff I was working on, but my brain would not rest until I churned out this Eddie pegging fic. So here it is! Enjoy this little bit of filth :)

Word Count:837

Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

Eddie braced himself on his elbows as he arched his back, raising his hips and presenting his ass up to you. The pale skin of his perfectly peachy cheeks tinted pink from where your hands had squeezed into the plump flesh as you worked him open on your fingers. 

Soft whimpers tumbled from his lips as you teased his hole, stretching him on one finger, then two, even three, even going as far to lean close enough to let your tongue drag across the puckered skin, gliding upwards until your tongue meets the seam of his swollen balls.

You had been talking about this for a few days after, Eddie had gotten a little too high one night, and let slip that this was something that was on his ‘ultimate fantasy’ list. Talking through everything that might be a concern or worry, setting a safe word, creating a safe space to explore this new side of your relationship with your boyfriend. 

Whilst this had been a suggestion that Eddie had brought to your attention, you can’t lie, the thought of having your boyfriend completely at the mercy of your control sent a chill of excitement down your spine.

And all of that brings you to where you are now. Pressed up behind Eddie, perched on your knees, with the material of the staps biting into the soft skin of your thighs. A generous amount of lube spread over his ass and the fake cock strapped to the harness. 

Your hand skims across the flat of his back, a gentle reminder of how much you love him.

“You ready, Eds?”

“I think so?”

With your hand wrapped around the base of the dildo, you slowly push your hips forward, guiding the length towards his hole. The head pops in and you still your movements for a moment to check in with him when you hear the little breathy gasp that he lets out.

“Are you okay?”

“Want you to keep going, please. I promise I can take it, I just wanna feel it.” 

Your hips keep slowly moving forward, sliding into him inch by inch until you’re fully seated deep inside him. The groan that rumbles in the back of his throat is enough to make your cunt throb with arousal. Not yet, this wasn’t about you, this was about Eddie.

“How’s that feel baby?” you coo.

““Feels like I can feel you all the way in my fuckin’ guts.” he shudders 

“I’ll take that as a good thing?” 

“Yeah, fuck, yeah definitely a good thing.” his low breathy laugh comes.

“I’m going to start moving now, okay baby?” you tell him, your voice as sweet as syrup.

“Please.” 

That’s all you need to hear from him before you’re drawing your hips back until just the tip remains, and thrusting forward. Fucking into him with gentle, controlled thrusts. Eddie’s soft whines turn into fully unabashed moans as your movements pick up, pounding into his tight hole with heavy thrusts.

His poor needy cock hangs heavy between his thighs, flushed with need and steadily dripping with pearlescent arousal.

Your hands grip his hips for more leverage as you continue to bury yourself in him. Squeezing the soft flesh under your fingertips in an almost bruising grip.

 The drag of your cock inside him was unlike anything Eddie could have ever anticipated, but now he’d had just a taste of the pleasure, he knew this was something that he would never be able to be without.

“Touch me please..” he whines, even surprising himself at the needy tone of his voice.

“But, I am touching you, baby” you tease, punctuating your point with a particularly pounding thrust.

“M-my cock..please..ah..it hurts..” he grits through his teeth. 

Good boy, remembering his manners. Your hand reaches around his slim hips, down to where his poor neglected cock hung hot and heavy between his thighs. Veins throbbing under your touch as you coast your fist up and down his length. With every thrust of your cock pushing into him, he was jerking forward into your fist, desperately in search of his release.

You could tell he was getting close, his skin was blooming scarlet, intricate inky tattoos sitting on flushed, sweat-drenched skin. He was arching into your every move. Despite not being able to see him from this angle, you were almost willing to bet that those pretty chocolate brown eyes were rolling back as he shuddered with need. 

It didn’t take very much more than a few well-angled thrusts, the head of your cock pounding against his prostate, and your slick fist working over him before he was coming with a deep growling moan spilling from his lips. Rope after rope of dripping white spurting from his tip, glazing your knuckles and the sheets below. 

As the pretty moans died on his tongue, you could only hope that this was the first of many times where Eddie would only too happily bend to your will in the name of pleasure.

@penguinsandpotterheads @paybacksawitch @aphrogeneias @mrsjellymunson @eddiesxangel @onegirlmanytales

[ghoulysaphomet]

tim would be helping jason with a deep stap wound, and sometimes you just gotta put a finger in there to place some silver or other anti-microbial wound foam and the entire time his brain is going

"im fingering jason im fingering jason im fingering jason im fingering jason im fingering jason-" trying not to cream his pants

he would just so happen to have forgotten to re-stock with more pincers in the wound-kit box n had no other choice but to instert it with a finger or two, oh no.......

just got like. an image of tim during the whole wound care thing.

like yeah you wear gloves obviously, and to keep it as clean as possible you switch gloves when you've cleaned the wound. if you have clean hands from hand sanitizer though you don't need to put on new clean gloves to put on wound dressing, but if the primary bandage is a wound foam such as aquacel where you'd cut a piece to insert into the wound for on-side contact, then gloves is a must.

anyway i can imagine tim staring at like his bloodied gloves and just.. without realising, leans in to taste. just a lil succ. as a treat.

and he's just swirling his fingers around his tongue, really suckin' hard on them digits yanno.

then, there's a cough and tim realises where he is and jason is just... looking at him like.

'wtf' but also sorta blushing bcs tim was sucking those bloodied gloved fingers like a porn star?? but mostly just like.

dude, that cannot be hygenic what the hell.

[becky-resus]

Are you open to experimental resuscitation by any chance? Something like trying to bring you back even though you've been down for a long time and likely brain dead. I'd imagine you hooked up on a ventilator breathing for you and a LUCAS thumper mechanically pumping your chest. Injecting epi and atropine every so often. What do you think about that idea?

Really love this Idea trying everything to try to bring me back despite all the signs showing that I'm too far gone. Bring stapped under a Lucas and a ventilator mechanically forcing my body to not shut down.

Love the ideas

[savebylou]

https://www.tumblr.com/savebylou/752930060715130880/why-is-everyone-so-mad-at-sc-all-of-a-sudden

Do you have a link to the podcast? I look forward to your recap either way!

Saw this comment on TikTok, if that’s true, I don’t even know what to say anymore!! 🤬

“It gets worse, when asked about Liams interview Simon said it was worth it because they were a success and made loads of money”

Hi anon! Yes here is the link on youtube, spotify & apple in the description says the time staps so you can listen the parts you want.

About that quote I haven't listen to the whole podcast yet, the only part I heard related to Liam that the interviewer mentions that he interview Liam and mention his struggles of his changes on his life that they all wish they have that fame but the brain doesn't prepare you for that. But the question was more along the lines their success, about his experience of Simon and his advice to the boys (the questions was kind of weird) but they didn't talk about what Liam deal with as far as I heard. I will mention anything in the recap when I'm done.

He only says is worth the fame even that you lack privacy and deal with paparazzi.

[thepariahcontinuum]

If your still doing worm power asks.

A Shaker/mover/blaster 10

This cape can amplifie and manipulate movement and enegry in a 360 mile radius around them. So they can turn the energy of snapping their vingers into a thunder bolt or fire Ball, or turn their own static Electricty into a forcefield. Or they can take a single stap and amplifie it to launch them acrose a city, or run so fast they seem to teleport etc. The main downside of this power is that they can't decrease movement or enegry so if you manage to hit them they are pretty much fucked.

Okay this has gotta be a Cauldron Cape cos that kind of range and output is absolutely nuts, like this is someone who could absolutely go toe to toe with the triumvirate.

So they can amplify and control energy, but can't decrease it....Which I'm assuming would actually limit their ability to use their mover powers effectively, unless they can actually control how the energy and forces affect them. It's no good being able to run so fast you look like you're teleporting if you can't stop yourself afterwards; but other than that they're an absolute powerhouse.

My initial thought was "Can they manipulate stored/potential energy, because then they'd be throwing Kamehamehas at problems" but then my brain started getting into gear.

This is a Hawaiian superhero, in fact no this is "THE" Hawaiian superhero. Managed to get a cauldron vial and came out with some insane powers, enough so that they are the entirety of the Protectorate team in Hawaii....The PRT had a budget and there didn't seem to be much point to hiring any other capes, just have this guy work double shifts and have a dozen or so PRT agents to foam up whoever's left.

His hero name is "King Kamehameha"

There's actually not many villains in Hawaii, but King Kamehame has stopped multiple natural disasters and is basically being kept in reserve by Cauldron at the time of Worm starting in case one of the Triumvirate dies. He's one of the most powerful people on the planet but he wants a quiet peaceful life and is generally happy to be 'The backup plan'

Costume wise.... Something distinctly Hawaiian, with some DBZ references.

[hirik0]

Bad Reputation part 4

Ghost/Soap | NSFW: Mastrubastion

Soap apologised to all of the Privates and he is sure Ghost will hear about it. They haven't really talked about it, but Soap goes to their usall training session with Ghost. Ghost said he can improve his knives skill a bit more. When he walks in the area Ghost is already waiting for him.

"I heared from the Privates", Ghost says while pushing himself of the wall. Soap hears the approval in Ghost voice and he relaxes at this.

"Was training them with Gaz so why pushing it of", Soap answers taking the training knife Ghost is giving him. Waiting for Ghost to pull out a second one but Ghost doesn't.

"Do some tricks", Ghost simply says giving him his full attention. Soap is suddenly very self conscious, it feels like his skin is vibrating. He makes a fool out if himself fumbling with the training knife like he never held one before. Letting it drop to the floor, technically stapping and cutting himself and the more he fails the more nervous he got what let's to more mistakes.

"You can do better then that Johnny", Ghost comments his pitty attempts of doing tricks. Soap takes a deep breath chossing to do a lame beginner trick, throwing the knife in the air and catching it by the tip. He catches it ones, twice, three times in the row getting him more confident and relaxed, throwing it over his shoulder catching it, feeling confident with doing this.

"Stop", Ghost orders and he catches it one final time. As if he saw everything he needs to see by now and he dont sound like he really like Soaps poor attempts. Ghost takes the knife back and is giving him a coin instead. He looks at the coin waiting for instructions but Ghost is not giving him any. The only think he knows for sure is that Ghost probably don't want him to flip the coin.

"I don't know what to do", Soap admits when Ghost still haven't giving any instructions.

"Never played with coins?, Ghost asks, voice neutral before taking the coin in his hand. He places it between pointer and middel finger and in one smooth motion moves in between his ring and little pinkie and back. Soap takes the coin back trying to do the same. After several attempts he made it one way.

"You lag fine motoric in your fingers, Soap", Ghost says while taking the coin back. The frustration of the training are pressing against Soaps self-control.

"I don't", he disagrees sounding like a pouting child. Ghost just gives him a raised eyebrow for that, clearly waiting for more explanation.

"Never had anyone complain over what my fingers can do before", Soap simply says now really pouting.

"Could still get even better", Ghost simply says and Soap feels anger bubble up.

"Can't even know that", Soap snaps the frustration audible.

Ghost smirks at this before asking: "Want to show me?" He sees Soap ears turn red, blinking dumbfounded trying to say something but his mouth just opens and closes with out a sound. Letting Soap find a answer preparing what he wants to say next, he wants to rail Soap up. He knows he shouldn't, but its all thought about while being away was how to bring up this sexual tension between them. Not what he thought it would happen like this but well, he takes what he gets.

"So you are tell me I'm not good enough?", Soap finally answers the redbess spreading fto his face tand Ghost cant help thinking that its adorable.

"Maybe, who knows", Ghost simply answers shruging.

"You're full of shit, LT", Soap says getting a amused chuckel.

"Maybe I'm just more experienced, Soap", is the last thing he says before leaving the Gym. Soap needs a few minutes till his brain is sure he didn't misheard Ghost. Holly fucking shit did this really just happened? Does Ghost really wants him to show how skilled he is in that area? How does he even does that? He can't stop thinking about it on the way back to his room. When he enters his room he has somesort of a plan, its a stupid plan, its inappropriate but he doesn't care.

He gets the nearly empty lube bottel out of his nightstand before sitting down on the bed. He needs to plan this a bit, what he exactly wants to do and how to show Ghost. He stripes out of his shirt, socks and pants keeping the boxers on for now. He looks back at his phone and takes a start photo just him on his bed in boxers. He starts to slowly rub over his clothed dick, trying to come up with a fantasy. Thinking about what Ghost will do when he gets his texts and the photos. Honestly the feeling of this being forbidden turns him on even more. He's feels how he's getting hard thinking more about Ghost reaction, would Ghost use the pictures for his own pleasure? God he hopes so, he takes another picture when his dick is fully hard, still in his boxers outlines clearly visible, putting the phone on the nightstand for now.

He slowly pulls down his boxers stroking over his hard cock. He thinks about what Ghost would do to him, if it would be hard and fast or slow and patient. Ghost is a sniper and often on long solo missions he properly would be ridiculous patient just to fuck with him. He squeeze the rest of the lube out the bottel, warming it up. Slow and patient it is then, atleats at the beginning. While he warms up the lubes of his fingers he's looking for a good postion to finger himself. He lubes up his entrance being generous, imagine the fingers are Ghosts. He pushes the first finger in while still thinking of what Ghost would do. He closes his eyes and fantasy Ghost is apearing trying to start this with what they talked about in the gym. Finger flexibility and peopel not complaining, Soap chews on his lower lip. That's would mean Ghost would only give him the finger in his ass right, shit he never cum like this before, he did it to others, bit he can't never find the perfect angle when doing it to himself. Well games on now whith the next push in he adds another finger. He carefully stretches himself ignoring finding his prostate for now. While he still moves his fingers in and out he continues to fantasies. Making something up on his own always did more to him then watching porn he trys to figure out how Ghost would act in this situation. Would he be talkative or being his stonic self? Would he give praise or would he say mean things? Would he want him to beg or just knows what to do to destroy his partner? Soap starts to build his fantasy Ghost, giving rare praise when he thinks he should staying silence otherwise that and a mix of making Soap beg and just figuring it out by reading body language. And the mask would stay on, honestly he thinks Ghost would stay mostly clothed a totally nacked Soap infront of him. He rubs over his prostate a low moan leaving his mouth. Maybe if Ghost is generous his mouth is not covered, but besides this the clothes stay on. Soap is losing himself in the fantasy, rubing over his prostate with three finger by now.

"What did you say about your finger work?", fantasy Ghost is wispering in his ear, the Manchester accent a lot more prominent, the voice raspy and deeper as usal. A shiver is running down Soaps body, his breath coming in pants by now. Cum is running down his dick, but he totally ignores it, Ghost would not allow it, so he can't do it. Clever fingers doing all the right movements, fingering himself never felt so intense before. Fantasy Ghost is kissing over his shoulder bitting where shoulder meets the neck. He feels how his orgasm is slowly building up and he needs to claw the sheets with his free hand to not give in and stroke himself. He hears fantasy Ghost chuckel when he sees it.

"Trying so hard to be good aren't you Johnny?" Soap nods in the empty room, not trusting himself to nod moan to loudly for the thin walls if he opens his mouth. Sweat is running down his spine and he shifts on his knees a bit. When he twist his wrist a sertain way he has to cover his mouth with his free hand, shit this was good. Maybe Ghost is right and there are still thinks to learn. His cheeks are a nice shade of pink, he has to cover his mouth to muffel his noice and he still trys to hold out longer. Not wanting this to stop to soon. Heat is collecting in his lower abdomen and his legs are starting to shake, with the effort to keep going. His dick is constantly leaking cum, that starts to run down the shaft.

"Please", he wispers his begging in the room, he can't any longer. Ghost smirk against his shoulder. The hand that's still cover his mouth is running down his torso, setting his skin on fire where ever he barely touches himself. When he goes with his thumb over the tip of his dick its nearly over, but fantasy Ghost is still teasing him, just because he can. Tears are gather in Soaps eyes, while he teases himself further, smearing the cum over his tip, a high pitched wimper leaving him. The littel bit of blood that's not currently in his hard cock is causing a nice blush that's slowly spreading down to his chest.

"I think you deserve a littel reward", the husky voice of fantasy Ghost is wispering. Soap gets one down stroke of his dick before his orgasm is exploding. Bitting the inside of his cheek to stay silent, his legs shaking, thick ropes of cum covering his chest, mixing with the sweat film that's covering his whole body. He falls to the site on his pillow, trying to catch his breath, a tear running down his cheek while he slowly blinks his eyes open.

He reaches for the tissues getting both of his hands clean for now, using one arm to cover his eyes. Holy shit this was intense, he can't rember coming this hard by just himself ever. His heart is racing his lungs try to get all the air in that's possible. He graps his phone taking a photo with his face and the cum covered chest visible, the he starts to shiver the sweat layer cooling him down. Time to clean up and get in his sleeping clothes. A welcoming feeling of satisfaction is spreading through Soap while he's wiping the cum of his chest. He needs more fantasies like this, when the time allows it. He gets dressed in a clean pair of boxers and a old t-shirt, laying down on his bed opening the chat with Ghost. He's getting a bit nervous sending this to your CO is a good way to get into trouble.

🧼: 3 picutes

🧼: no problem with my finger flexibility 😉

He puts the phone away getting ready falling asleep.

Ghost got waken up by two phone notifications. He makes a annoyed sound surprisingly he was able to fall asleep. He lights up the screen getting blinded by the how bright it is. Soap sent 3 pictures and a text. He reads the notification of the text several times. He is convinced he's still sleeping because Soap surely would not do this, right? He unlocks the phone opening the app and fucking hell Soap did do it. He looks at the first two pictures, nothing to exiting, just Soap in his underwear with a visible erection coverd by his boxers, but the third? He clicks on it to make it bigger. The first think he notices is that tears ran down Soap face. His cheeks are red, so is his neck and chest. Ghost mouth runs dry. He looks up again seeing the pleased smile on Soaps face and that his usaly bright blue eyes are deep black oceans. He must have taken the picture right after his orgasm. Ghost is half hard by now and he looks down hissing when he sees the robes of cum, that are in such a contrast to the redish skin. No doubt Soap had a good time. He should tell Soap to delete the pictures and to never sent something like this ever again, he really should. But he doesn't he saves the picture of post orgasm Soap and fully hard Soap. Makes a special folder that's password secured, his cheeks are burning. Shame is washing over him, killing his erection instantly.

💀: need to show me next time.

He looks at what he sent back god what is he thinking and with what is he thinking not with his brain for sure.

💀: delete the pictures out of the chat

💀: talk tomorrow

[anijay]

So, I became intruigated with The Amazing Digital Circus ever since the first trailer

And since the pilot came out yesterday...I made an oc

This is Mable. She is an ai who creates the game's art, objects and backgrounds. She also takes care of other things when Caine goes off the grid (so she sorta works as an additional Caine).

She enjoys doing her work and can be extremely fixated on many ideas (Artist Brain 🙃). However, when she does a project she doesn't stop until it's finished (resulting in her estentially locking herself backstage).

Since she's also an ai, her and Caine have a sibling-like relationship (especially when they see each other). So far, the only people who knows about her is Caine, Ragtha and Kinger (She knows others exist, but hasn't seen them) .

And her lil' helper: Stap. Due to Mable constantly working behind the scenes, Caine gave her Stap so she wouldn't be lonely. He only barks, so Mable made him a collar that allowed him to talk.

He's usually leaves out of backstage to either retrieve something for Mable or walk out of curiosity, however he hides whenever he hears people are coming. (The reason Ragtha found out about Mable was due to finding Stap)

[skeleboiii84]

(Butch walks in on you OVERWORKING yourself *cough* *cough* @scatteredthoughtsandcoffee )

Butch: hey, the hell 're ya doin up so goddamn late??

Y/N: I just need to finish this final thing off I gave myself a deadline and I need to get it finished by then and-

Butch: I'mma stop ya there sweetheart, do you know what time it is?

Y/N:....

Butch: Y/NNNN

Y/N:..5am..?

(Butch rubs a hand over his face)

Butch: yeah no shi- anyway you need to go to bed doll face re-charge yourself cuz I hate seein you overworking yourself to the point of ya nearly passin out livin on coffee and a scattered brain

Y/N: but-

Butch: no goddamn buts! I don't wanna hear it!

(Butch scoops you up in his arms and takes you to your shared bedroom)

His arms wrapped around you made you feel safe, warm, calm and relaxed. His big cuddley figure made it easy to be after all.

Butch: if yer gonna keep workin yerself like that then I think I might hav'ta keep you locked up in these arms

Y/N: fine! You win besides we both know I wouldn't complain about being trapped in your arms

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

OI!!! @scatteredthoughtsandcoffee this one's for you you BIG BOOTIFUL HOOMAN

STAP OVERWORKING listen to your husbone it's his orders!

Now get sleep and STAP living off coffee and the last dribble of stamina you have left!

Love you bestie :3

[somedudenamedanthony]

Wanna hear a funny story about how I have some actual trauma that I closely associate with (not caused by) one of Lily Orchard's videos, if you wanna hear it?

I mostly like her stuff, but I cannot watch Snow White the same anymore ever.

Yeah, of course you do

TW for needles, blood, being in pain, panic attacks, asshole nurses, hospitals, and others, probably.

Background context:

Every year in January, I get blood tests done with the rest of my family. It's the first thing we do when the medical updates each year.

I am not afraid of needles, though I do feel pain easier than most, so I tend to like to keep distractions around me (ex: YouTube videos) to help me keep stone-faced as I don't like crying.

I'm like 98% sure I descovered Lily's videos sometime in mid 2022, and watched them after a month of Legend of Korra is Garbage and Here's Why being the first thing recommended to my on every other video I watched (I was going through a phase of getting back into Avatar after a small She-Ra buzz started fading and I needed something to distract myself from Arcane).

That same year in January was the third time I've ever had a bad experience with a needle in my life up to that point. The nurse was a young guy and didn't know what he was doing, and it left me in some pretty bad pain, that I struggled to shake off as hospitals already make me uncomfortable (liminal space looking ass alchahol scented white buildings), and it kinda cemented an idea that I didn't like them.

Now, I reacted to watching Lily's videos the same way I consume most new media that interests me. I go insane and watch the same shit over and over again, binging everything for like three months, then taking a step back to think about it and take the new media in healthily (damn you ADHD).

This lead to the 2023 blood tests, where I was seated in that stupid fucking hospital cuck chair, waiting for my dad and sibling (Arlo) to finish drawing blood so they could be in the room if something went wrong like it did the previous year (we asked for this, and the first red flag came when the nurse made a comment about me being scared of needles at my age. I wasn't yet, but it was some foreshadowing of her bitchyness I chose to ignore and now regret).

I figured to pass some anxiety, I'd watch one of the YouTube videos I downloaded for cases like this: Show White's in a minute video (along with the rest of the Disney ones in a playlist because they were my brain chew toy of the week).

My dad came in, we were still waiting for Arlo, but the nurse decided just having him there would be enough. I was hit with the sudden appearance of the needle, but kept my cool for a second, until I felt the nurse cutting open a different vein by grazing it and at this point I could feel the panic setting in. And also it FUCKING HURT. My arm was stapped to stop shaking and pop my veins, nurse tried again, and at this point I not only began crying, but Arlo finally came in, and saw I was getting aimlessly stabbed, and suggested I not be.

We took a break and I was layed down on the hospital bed to calm down while the nurse called over a second nurse to help. I paused the video and talked with Arlo a bit to chill, but then kept watching the video when the two nurses came back.

The first nurse made some minor (passive agresses) commentary about it while fondling my arm for a vein, not hearing anything Lily was talking about because I was watching it with wireless earphones in, asking if it was my favourite Disney movie (which it kinda was at the time) (I think ahe just hated how "childish" I was being by crying and thiughg the Disney stuff was part of that) (like I'm only a baby SOMETIMES asshole) but I explained I was watching a YouTube video. You know, talking to try to ignore the fact that I was getting tied to a bed bynthe second nurse at this point.

Then the fucking needle came out again after the small talk was over and I seemed calmer (read: I was not, I'm just good at bullshitting) and they apparently found a good spot.

So now, here I am, fifteen, strapped to a bed by two middle aged ladies who can't find my vein after they JUST HAD IT, complaining about me crying again and calling me a big baby, now trying to find a vein in my HAND (which became my main drawing area this year due to similar complications but with a much more skilled and actually nice nurse, and the back of my hand will continue to be my drawing area unless my wrist opens up a bit) and settled on drawing blood from the side of my wrist, all while Lily fucking Orchard is bitching about Snow White, and Arlo is trying to soothe me while glaring at our dad for doing nothing.

Anyways, I now have panic attacks at the mere mention of drawing blood (yesterday when I was in the ER because we couldn't get a doctor's appointment anywhere else and I am currently dealing with some stomach shit that makes me get heartburn so painful I vomited), and I can't watch her Snow White video (or even the original movie) anymore without becoming deeply uncomfortable and feeling the needles burn in my skin.

It's a shame, I really liked that movie :/

[iboatedhere]

Honestly it feels tough to describe cause it’s pretty..diverse? Many have different feel, different vibes and styles but i guess that shows how great of a writer you are and that in itself can be A thing to describe it with (like seriously there’s a LOT more to say but my brain is too chaotic to express it in writing and i don’t wanna subject you to my mumbling AND im not a native English speaker so i literally don’t have the words lol). Like some feel so homey and cozy (regardless of if they were angsty or cheerful) others are straight up a stap in the heart (Cards made me cry how dare you).

After every fic of yours that i read im always reminded again and again by how amazing your writing is cause of how you smoothly jump from a genre (?) to another but the quality of the writing/deliverance remains superb. That’s a thing I noticed for a while but what really highlighted it for me is the month themed prompts. (Not to mention Baby, All At Once (This Is Enough) this fic will live with me for the rest of my life. I love her. I think about her all the time. She’s my Roman Empire.)

There’s something else i also wanna mention about your writing but again, limited vocab, idk what to call that :”) They go so deep??? Like they say so much more than what can be seen at the surface and you don’t even have to dig to sense it. It’s like when you see a person and you can tell without talking to them that there’s a lot going on within. Your writing is so Expressive. Alive.

♥️♥️♥️

This was so sweet thank you so much!

[squipy-shippy]

Nooo why is this happening. I'm just imagining dementia shaking me around like a little teddy bear and giving me a bunch of kisses while giggling because she can't comprehend how someone can be this cute! Stap brain nooo why am I gay for lizard lady

SHE'S SO AAAAA WHY BRAIN WHY DID THIS HAPPEN I'm over here imagining a whole oc and everything (but it breaks a part of cannon but it's fine I guess)

[anxiouslyfred]

I mean... it would be fitting to have someone get stapped 23-29 times. Remus would celebrate the ides of march.

(Hope you're okay! ♡)

(got told that I'm now under formal risk of redundacy due to work rearranging teams, fun times right? Nah I'm fine now, but freaked out a bit for a few hours after getting told that. there are other roles I can move to and nobody is aniticipating redundancies actually being made to those of us at risk of it)

Didn't get a full story before brain decided no more writing, but here's how the morning of the Ides of March goes for Remus

...

Creativity doesn't work to a schedule. Thomas's creativity definitely didn't without Logan's nagging and a good bit of motivation from Virgil.

Virgil knew this but still thought Remus would pout if Logan mentioned the Ides of March passing and he hadn't done anything to mark the house. The only thing that actually stopped him from openly reminding Thomas and by nature the rest of the sides of the date was that Roman probably wouldn't enjoy being stabbed constantly and Patton would freak out if he kept being given knives in order to help with stabbing 'Caesar'.

It was fine though. Remus never questions weapons or gifts so Virgil could make sure he marks the day simply by leaving a box of 30 knives outside Remus's room. Something would definitely happen with them that everyone would see.

…

Remus bounded out of his door into a major crash and couldn't be more thrilled about it, even if he had no clue what had happened to leave his limbs tangled on the floor. It only made his grin grow wider when in trying to sit up and see what metal was involved his hand pushed into the flat edge of a blade.

A few of the knives had even harmed him, scratched and minor stab wounds bleeding mostly from his legs and bare feet.

“A present! Double-dee you shouldn't have!” He screeched, knowing that wherever Janus was they had an uncanny ability to hear what was said.

Sure enough while he was still picking up the knives and pouting a little at the realisation most of them were identical Janus came round the corner expression carefully neutral. “I haven't done anything to warrant that expression, Remus, what's - “They stopped speaking at the sight, frowning for a moment. “I can assure you this has everything to do with my actions. I thought today warranted a few extra knives, 23 isn't too many, is it?”

“You miscounted then. I got thirty. Hey, do you think I should try cooking like Edward Scissorhands?” Remus cheerfully corrected, waving half a dozen knives as Virgil popped up slouching against the wall.

“They didn't miscount, just guessed the number wrong. And I'm claiming the right as the one who actually left those knives for you to not have any injuries caused by them for the next 3 days.” He stated. “Happy Ides of March.” With that comment made he was already walking away, smirking at the yelp and race past him that Janus did. They both knew that any Roman connection put them as possible targets to be called Caesar today.

He didn't flinch when just as he reached the door to the commons a few knives flew straight past him, only the draft from their passing hitting him.

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why

why i be eepy

brain no stap