#THANK YOU SO MUH

[greatprotector-if]

y. ye,e… . .. . y. HOW DID DI. EXCUSE ME? THANM YOu? I;M GOING INSANE OH MY GOD????????? ARTIST ANON STRIKES AGAIN I FALL TO MY KNEES AND POUND MY FISTS AGAISNT THE FLOOR

THE JEWELRY AGHGHGHGHGHGH IT LOOKS SO AMAZING bro u cannot do this to me bro. bro u have to be joking. THE LIGHTING WHAT HE LOOKS SO GOOD WTF WTF WTF anon are hou trying to kill me THSNK YOU SO VERY MUCH YOU. I AM SO GRATEFUL. THAT YOU WOULD DRAW SO MUCH? OF MY CHARACTERS? IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW EVERYONE PLEASE COME LOOK AND STARE AT THIS FOR A  VERY LONG TIME WITH ME

[melissa-titanium]

h my go id my ifemy MyBeautiufl Wife H THE FUCKING . im frever obsessed with the like. way she tilts her head when duplicating the knives God she so prety. mygorgoeus wie She can stab me 1 Milion time 💛 I LOVE THEEEEEEEEEESE Reminfs me i need to post my md gifs i have 1 bilion of them .GOD SHES SO COOL her drip is immaculate forever and lever. minecraft lever (pushes it down and oepns the door to my doll shrine))

the prom episode is so gif-able okay. episode 3 gifs part 1/?

obligatory @melissa-titanium tag bc doll content

[futzfuck]

I find it so fucking hilarious that lily orchard calls people bigots for saying her content is bad when the content itself HEAVILY evokes that era of edgy “anti-SJW” criticism. Like i was watching her content and mf E;R at the same time. Like, they guy who defined gender as “what your brain believes your sex is”.

Now, im not gonna claim that lily is a bigot just because her content reminds me of a different edgy youtuber (shes a bigot bc she misgenders ppl she doesn’t like and uses more slurs than a drunk sailor), but i grew out of both of their content for the same reason: it’s boring and i never feel like i learn anything. Like i love the YMS Lion King live action review bc bro does his research and i learn more about how film works as a result, as well as music. He can get angry and frustrated at the work itself but the layers of why its bad are always explained in a way that’s inherently informative. Shit like lily orchard and E;R feel more like a public stoning than any kind of dissection or critique. Its blunt and unrefined, and the only thing i take from it is that you don’t like this piece of media, so its bad? But if you point out that the critiques are shallow you’re suddenly a bigot or “triggered”. As someone who writes and makes art themselves i don’t find that compelling at all, nor do i think that content should be revered. I often rewatch reviews from people like YMS, Hbomberguy, Lindsey Ellis, Folding Ideas, etc. because they hold up well and i love relearning or relistening to the narrative of their criticism. I tried to rewatch stuff from Lily when i was 15 and quit halfway through. Even short clips i see of her content now make me more and more proud of 15 year old me for realizing, even if only bc it was boring to me at the time, that her content just wasn’t for me. Im glad i was able to find media criticism that taught me more about stories and makes my own writing stronger for it.

[godisasimp]

New planet in HSR is a Hi3rd reference, ah shit you know what that means : MISS-TAGGING FOR ANOTHER YEAR!!!!!

[werewolfsister]

🏆 This is the Amazing Person Award 🏆 ✨💛 Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out 💛

AAAAAHAHAHA I WON SOMETHING LOOK AT MEEEEEE

[vypridae]

gifting you actual fyodors this time :)

THE WAYH I FCKGIN SMILED OHJ UMYOGD THANK YOU SODA

(WHERES THAT FIRST ONE FROM 1!??!??! IVE NEVER SEEN THAT PANEL EVER HE LOOSKS SO CVUTE IHOGMH YORD)

[fizzarollitm]

Has Fizz ever considered prosthetics for his horns? | Anonymous

[ So I would actually consider his cap n' bells his prosthetic for his horns! I think actual prosthetics for horns are hard to do/kind of dangerous (They don't regrow so any daily wear or weight that changes the stump is permanent) so a soft cover is preferable.

In my headcanon for Imp horns, they're keratin based but have a quick like a cat's claw with blood & nerves @ the base. As you get closer to it there's more sensitivity so any added weight/pressure would be purely cosmetic with chance damage to the horn long term. +For Fizz it seemed like his horns cauterized during the fire so if he needed an anchor it would be more damage- not ideal.

Now has he thought fuck my horn health on worst body dysmorphia days? And even asked Ozzie "jokingly" if he would prefer he had "real" horns? Whew. His horns are where his worst dysmorphia lies and I would not be surprised if there (heavily side eyed) threads on Fizzy message boards talking about the hat. But usually some time and a break and a support system help curve that. ]

[harrysmaison]

my confession is i that i don't think you know how cool you are and i hope someday, someone tells you how amazing and wonderful and brilliant you are to your face and then kisses you. thanks.

oh my gosh how long ago was this sent and why am I just seeing this I'm so so sorry anon 🥺🥺 this is such a sweet message. Thankyou for saying all that you're such a nice person ❤️‍🩹

[storiesbreathed]

she shouldn't be here. even before leaving, there is part of cyriel who knew this. should anyone see beyond her mask or saw just how much of a state of disrepair her cane was, or worse, recognize her from the shop or worst, the streets where she often hid and took what the rich fucks of the town or visiting did not really need but she did. this place, this gathering, though would be a motherlode should she manage to slip some jewlery off of nobles. further, and she would not even admit this to herself, she wanted to see just what these kinds of things were like- her gown was something she had made herself, borrowing the finest fabric she could from the curtains hanging in her room and one of her own fine gowns and the thread from lathra to make it look finer than it was- and though is still looks slightly less than the others here, but it's the fine and vibrant scarlet color that sells it, she hopes-

that and the golden mask she had stolen off a vendor when she had talked herself into attending this morning.

even so, cyriel had been caught off guard when she had been approached, almost struck speechless truthfully. she had expected to be invisible, to be able to hug the sidelines as she took in the sight, but this half-elf had other plans and asked her to join him on the dance floor...

her feet tremble a bit without the support of her cane and from inexperience and she is letting him lead, trying to follow but she finds it oddly... fun. relaxing even, and her curiosity about this noble grows with every step.

" you know... i have never d-" she corrects herself with a hum. a force laugh, eyes closing as she tries to focus back in. she has her part to play. " it has been some time since i have danced, be it in lessons or at an event like this." she looks back up at the masked figure. " do you enjoy dancing? "

crown of midnight. cyriel dances with vax, @orphicflames at a masquerade.

[pierisim]

Hello hello! Last minute before the end of september but the set is finally here!

It comes with 16 new items !

2 bedframes

2 wardrobes

1 dresser

1 nightstand

1 table lamp

1 alarm clock

1 decorative letter box

1 painting

1 vintage racket

1 pair of sleepers

4 new wallpapers

The wallpapers are made for th enex directX 11 so you may not encounter any issues with them!

Thank you all for your very much appreciated patience while I'm not able to deliver as muh as content 💚.

You can find the items by searching for ABIGAIL or Pierisim in game.

Some items share the same textures so make sure to have the packages finishing by "texture" in your mod folder :)

All base game compatible.

unmerged and merged version available.

public release 31 of October

DOWNLOAD (early access)

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

tumblr moots have been a found family to me and absolutely love them so so much.

[blaithnne]

OH MY GOD THIS IS INCREDIBLE ASKJBHDIOFSUBHDJIODSFD?? THIS IS SO THEM. AND THEIR FUCKING FACES??? HELP??

This has got to be the most bizarre thing I’ve drawn so far. Happy pride I guess

The OCs pictured in this comic are:

Red - Lauren, by @blaithnne

Blue - Arwen, by @airborneice

Green - Meiri, by me

Transcription:

Meiri: Hey, Au. Arwen and I were wondering. You’re, like, one of us… Right?

Lauren: Oh, hell yeah!

Meiri: HA! I always knew there was a reason you got me so well

[umbrellajamming]

de-aged baby Tim but it happens during Prodigal when he and Dick still barely know each other and are supposed to be holding down the fort in Gotham by themselves and also Dick's life is already in extreme early 20s shambles

Dick!Bats:

Baby Robin!Tim (with oversized domino falling off his face): (burbles) Dbbb? BUH-MUH-MUH.

Dick!Bats:

Dick!Bats: nope nope nope nope NOPE

Huntress (rolling up warily): hey...Batman. what was that lightshow - oh, that is a baby.

Baby Robin!Tim (waving his hands delightedly): He-ba-ba!

Huntress: ...Heb-- wait a minute, is that Robin's uni--

Dick!Bats (bundling Tim and the Robin uniform into his own Bat cape and using his best Bat growl): the situation is under control, move along. (sweeps away)

---

Dick: (reading the manual to the new Batmobile to try and activate the baby carseat configuration that has to be in here somewhere, please god)

Tim: (yanks on the end of Dick's ponytail and sticks it in his mouth)

---

Dick: (standing in front of Drake Manor gearing up to hand baby Tim over to his actual family, thank fuck this will no longer be his problem--)

Dick: (remembers (a) Jack Drake is still in a wheelchair and (b) Tim laughingly telling him the funny family story of how Janet left Jack in charge of Tim for one (1) girls night when he was a year old and came back to diaper rash because he hadn't been changed in six hours, haha Dad was so embarrassed, like "so by every two hours you meant every--??")

Dick: y'know what I've helped babysit Lian how hard can this be

---

Dick (with formula in his hair, spit-up all over his shirt, juggling a red-faced wailing Tim and a corded phone held between his shoulder and his ear): ROY. ROY MAYDAY.

[tothosewholisten]

Forever Healed | TUA insert

Chapter: 07

<<previous chapter | next chapter>>

Masterlist

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AROUND 16 YEARS AGO

Leaving for missions wasn't a thing we were particularly good at, yes. Since no one was exactly thrilled to beat more people up and put their lives on the line. After all, we were just kids who had no say. The red siren that blared around our rooms was a clear warning for us to leave, but as children, we just wanted to play.

Today was a normal day, the alarm rang and we got ready. Our loud steps could be heard all around the mansion as we went from room to room.

Diego was the first person I heard. He was running across the hallway for some reason over to his room, still in his school uniform without a care in the world.

“Coming through!” A voice told the boy almost knocking right into him.

It was Alison, already ready to go. She was sprinting down from the staircase closest to our bedrooms to hurry up her fellow sibling. “Come on, Luther!” She yelled.

Next, I heard heavier and less rushing footsteps which could only have belonged to our captor himself. “How will the Umbrella Academy ever become an effective crime deterrent if we can’t leave the house on time for missions!?” Reginald screamed out to us. He clapped his hands a couple of times as if telling us to wake up. “Come along children! Come along!”

“Behind you!” The blonde-haired boy previously mentioned runs past the clapping man towards his and Alison's rooms.

..

Alison panics while tearing her bedroom apart in search of something. “I can’t find my domino mask.” She walks over to Grace who stands at her door.

Grace handed her a freshly clean mask, the type we all had to use for missions and smiled. “It needed a little bit of TLC after the last mission.”

“Thanks, Mom!” The girl cheered, making her way back up the stairs.

Grace took a few steps towards the room next door, Luther's. Where he was on his carpet doing pushups. “Ready to go?” She asked him.

Luther stopped his workout and smiled at his mother while giving her a thumbs up. She took that as a sign that he would be upstairs soon, so she went to check on the other children.

Diego once again is running around like a headless chicken. “Where’s my knives?” He yells to no one.

Grace passed Vanya's room where she stood there in her school uniform because of course she couldn’t go on missions. She played a soothing song on her violin while trying to tune out the noise of us and the blaring alarm.

“Sounds beautiful, Vanya.” Grace grinned.

“Thank you, Mom.”

Next to Vanya’s was Klaus’s room. The wild child bounced on his bed laughing. Grace didn't think much of it until she looked down and saw his desk was on fire.

“Oh! Klaus!” She rushed into the room to put out the small fire with a rag sitting on his chair. Klaus thanked his mother and jumped off his bed to meet the others.

“Boys will be boys.” Grace mutters under her breath while on the way to Diego’s room. Before checking in on him, Ben walks past her.

“It—It’s stuck.” He says while trying to zip up his leather outfit. Grace stops to help him, and after a few attempts to zip it up, it finally stays zipped.

He thanks her and runs to the others. “Guys, wait for me!” He calls out.

Diego had finally put on his crime-fighting uniform and even found his knives, now he stood in front of his mirror.

He was trying to practice something. “D—Don’t mmm—.” He painfully stutters.

Grace waited at his door, instead of going inside the room because she didn't want to mess up his attempt.

“Don’t mm.. mm.. mmmm…”

He sighs. “Don’t muh— muh—“

The woman walks up to him just as he’s lost hope. “Remember, Diego, just picture the word in your mind.” She comforts.

Diego looks back at the mirror. “D-Don’t mm— muh— D-Don’t mmm.. Don’t mo-move.”

She gasps happily at him. “You did it! I’m so proud of you!” She places her cold hands on his cheeks while smiling.

But the boy stopped looking at her, instead, he looked ahead toward his room door. Grace followed his eyes and it was Reginald who stood there. He cleared his throat before leaving with Grace and Diego following after.

Diego is the final kid to walk towards the crowd, well that's what Grace thought. She followed Reginald out of the last child’s and towards another. Where she completely forgot about the last person she didn't check on, me.

Reginald doesn't even bother to rush me to go, he leaves Grace to deal with it and walks over to everyone else upstairs.

Grace knocks on my already opened door to not startle me. “Y/n? It’s time to go.” She says calmly.

“I know,” I replied with my squeaky voice. But I didn't turn to grace, instead, I kept looking out my window, staring at the people who walked on the street. Compared to me they didn't have a single care and did their day-to-day schedule without worry. And I prayed to be like them one day and free of this place.

“Is something wrong?” She gets closer to me.

I sigh. “I don’t want to go.”

She places her hands on my shoulders which were covered by the material of the lame outfits we had to wear. “Well, how about this? We can make one of your favorite foods when you get back, just the two of us!”

I slowly turned to the tall woman, eyes puffy.

“Cookies?” I sniffle.

She gave me a sadder smile than I'd seen on her face before. “Of course whatever you want.”

That immediately makes me happier, and I grab my mask and sit in my desk chair waiting for Grace to put my hair into a ponytail. Since my first mission, she told me it would be easier to fight crime when your long hair isn’t in your face. I still listen to her about that to this day.

She hummed a tune while brushing and combing my hair. “There! All done.” She exclaimed. “You look adorable as ever Y/n, but run along now you don’t want to be late.”

“Okay!” I put on my domino mask and ran out the door, but stopped at the frame.

“Uhm?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks, Mom!”

..

PRESENT DAY

Vanya's soft voice and concerned look broke me out of my trance. “Y/n, are you okay?” She asked me.

I blink. “You're still here? I thought you were going home.”

“Well, I was but.. I'm not sure, I guess I don't want to miss anything important. You weren’t downstairs anymore so I came up here. And I was calling your name for a while, but you didn't move. What's wrong?”

I look down at the ground, why was I over here? Somehow I'd gone from the living room couch, all the way upstairs to my room, in my head thinking about us as kids. I didn't have an answer for the girl, so instead I shook my head. “I'm good, I'm good.”

“That answer is so vague, tell me more.” She whispers while taking a seat on my bed.

I instantly break my facade at her words, and my thoughts just pour out. “I don't know, I just thought that coming here would make me feel better you know?”

Vanya nods. “Like most of my problems stem from my bad upbringing and now the cause is dead. But instead of being happy again, I'm just reopening old wounds. Like seeing all of you, and the bickering and secrets that go on. I'm just sick of it all!” I let out a frustrated groan after ending my rant, flopping on my bed next to my guest.

Vanya is a great listener, this wasn't the first time she’s been in my room in a similar situation to this. As a kid, I had so much rage and no one to tell me what to do with it, except my fellow kid Vanya. We sat in here for hours as I avoided my training and ran away from Reginald.

“I understand what you're saying.” She starts. “It’s never easy moving past bad events, don't beat yourself up for still feeling upset. And of course, no one in this family is making it easier with this whole Dad mystery.”

“Yeah, I know. I tried to tell Luther to stop chasing after this. But he won’t listen, he just has to know the truth. To be honest, at least he has something that's pushing him through life, I thought I had everything figured out. I have a job and I like it, but I don’t have any friends or real connections in the outside world. I'm only still here because this is the only excitement in my life for years.

Now I'm so unsure of everything just because I came back here. I feel like I'm not living up to my potential, I could be doing so much more. Especially since the world is ending.”

“You and Klaus are really all I have, Isn’t that sad? Almost thirty years on this planet and I'm a failure.” I crack a sad smile at her.

“That’s not true Y/n, please don’t think that.” Vanya exclaims.

“But isn't it though?” I hold my hands up and concentrate to make them illuminate a yellowish-orange glow, the kind that happens when I heal. “I could’ve done something great with these powers, maybe become the first super-powered doctor? I'm not sure but I could’ve done anything. Instead, I do a bunch of odd jobs to pay for rent and spend my hours sitting around. I had no plans after leaving here.”

Before the woman can form a sentence and answer, we whip our heads towards my closed door, a loud sound blasted its way through the hallway, it sounded like gunfire. The said noise kept getting louder and closer to us, something bad happening.

I spring up from my bed and head towards the door, carefully opening it and peeking to see if there’s anything there. What I see is definitely a sight.

I look back at the shaking Vanya and crouch down next to her. “Hey, it’ll be okay. I'm going to go and help, please stay in here till the coast is clear. Head straight out the doors and run as far away as you can, okay?”

“Yeah..” she mumbles out, flinching at each bang.

In the hallway was Diego, he groaned and grumbled as he tried to subdue two people in suits with strange masks on. One had a comically large pink dog head and the other had a blue bear head, which was equally large. The woman with the dog mask kneeled on the ground with a loaded gun in her hands as Diego attacked the man.

Diego was actually getting a few good licks before the man yelled out. “Cha-Cha! Shoot him!” What a weird name.

“Get out of the way, dumbass,” Cha-Cha remarked. This was the moment I stepped in, I ran up to Pinky and grabbed the gun from her, tossing it aside towards my bedroom. My adopted brother looks up wondering why Pinky stopped aiming her gun to see me and her starting to fistfight.

She goes for my face thinking that I wasn’t ready to dodge her fist but I was, I return my own punches right into her stomach and she falls over in agony. Not before trying to swing her feet at mine and knock me over which I am prepared for. I take a step back missing her dress shoes and ready my leg to kick her in the mask.

It looked pretty solid but I know if I had enough force she would at least get hurt also and maybe even concussed. With great accuracy I kick her right in the face, the metal-like mask makes a loud ring as her head bobbles and she hits the ground.

That kick created a huge red mark on my leg I'm sure, and probably also more damage but I didn't even feel it, and it will heal in a couple of seconds.

Thinking that she is out for the count, I go to help Diego who seems to be struggling with the non-armed man. But Pinky gets back up slowly and trips over her steps, but finds her way back to her gun. Diego kicks the blue guy into the wall, putting him out of commission for a few seconds.

Pinky cocks her gun and is ready to shoot by the time that happens. I take a step in front of Diego hoping that I'd protect him from the bullets, and calmly tell him to walk away.

“Run Diego!” I screech. He and I fled the scene making the two masked assailants follow after us, hopefully giving Vanya enough time to go down the stairs and get out of there.

“Come on!” I hear Pinky tell the woozy man, in her thick New York accent.

I follow Diego down a different hallway, away from our bedrooms as Pinky shoots at us. Her bullets break many glass cases filled with Umbrella Academy merchandise but who truly cares about that stuff anymore? While avoiding the bullets Diego jumps the hallway railing, I do the same after him and we both land on the couch in the living room below.

He drags me by my arm off the couch and we both hide behind it, against a table. From the viewpoint, Pinky and Bluey shouldn’t be able to see us and will hopefully leave us alone. But no they do not, in fact there they are right by the entrance to the living room. Must've gone down the stairs.

Diego moves the tiniest inch and the bullets start blazing us but they all hit the couch, but I move myself anyways to the direction where all of the bullets are coming from just to make sure Diego doesn’t get hit. These people are persistent. The gunfire doesn't end for ages, by this point, fluff and feathers are flying from the ripped couch.

Then suddenly it stops. The grunts from Luther and Alison could be heard from our spot as they took the two down. I stop shielding Diego, and we get up to go help.

Luther has Pinky down on the floor, but Bluey is choking out Alison.

“Let her go!” Diego screams running up to the man and giving him a few jabs and kicks to the back. I go for the hand choking her and kick at it hard a couple of times. But everything we do seems to do nothing so Diego hops on his back and punches him from there. We only get him to stop hurting Alison when Luther comes over and one hand punches him, sending us flying off Bluey.

Then Luther actually sends him flying, right to the spot where his companion is.

“Who the hell are these guys?” Alison yells at all of us.

I hear Pinky talking from the other room, “Who the hell are these people?” She asked. “I don't know, but at least we know who owns the shoe,” Bluey says back.

“You're welcome,” Luther says, mocking his brother. Yet he’s the only one huffing like a dog..

Diego puts his hands on his knees and hunches over. “I was doing fine!”

“Oh, yeah, you really had them-“

“Ever heard of a rope-a-dope?”

The two fight before another round of bullets hits the living room. Luther screams out and runs for the door closer to the living room to escape. “Get out of here now! Go!” He says to Alison who runs with him.

But he turns back to me and Diego, who is underneath me as we are still lying on the floor. I looked up at the thinking man, he was considering if he should risk it to come save us or not. But there’s no way he would make it over here without getting hit.

“Luther, just go!” I told him.

I whisper for Diego to get out of here and that I'll hold whoever remains here off. He nods and then army crawls for the door.

“I lost my gun.” Says Bluey, while Pinky stops firing to talk.

“I'm going after them.” She tells him.

The pair split off, with Bluey staying here to search for a new weapon. He heads to Reginald’s antique weapons cabinet because for some reason we just have that. I lay on the floor hoping that my playing dead look was convincing enough for him to not try and fight me.

The man picks up what can only be described as a pointy metal ball on a chain connected by a stick. I'd never bothered to go near that cabinet so I couldn’t really say what it was.

The man raises his head from his new weapon at a voice.

“Hello? Guys? Is everyone okay? Y/n?” Vanya yells from the main staircase. She walks towards the messed up living room. “Hello? Guys?”

Bluey runs to the right side of the entrance where Vanya is about to be and tries to sneak up on her.

“Vanya, look out!” I rushed at the man knocking him into the wall as Diego had done once before. After he falls into it I run up to her.

“Get behind me,” I say. Hopefully, if I could protect her she wouldn't end up getting hurt but I'm not sure if I could do that and fight him. “What are you doing here? I told you to run.”

“I couldn’t just leave you here!” She cries.

The man circles us, taking a step in and out to try and get me off my game. “Get back!” I yell at Vanya before moving to attack him again. He swings his heavy spiked ball at me, but it's too slow to hit me. I aim for his legs with a piece of glass I picked up while Diego and I running. Even though it slashes my hands and makes me bleed I slice him worse. Making him crumble down, wailing in pain.

I walk away from the down man over to Vanya. “Are you alright?” I ask.

Her eyes go wide and she screams. “Look out!” But I don't turn in time, instead I take the full force of that man's mallet and slam into the ground head first. It made me slightly black out but fearing for Vanya made me try and get back up.

Bluey held my legs down and started to hit me again and again. The pain started to get to me with every swing. I couldn’t move, I was frozen. It reminded me of training as my bashed-in skull started to bleed.

“Y/n!” Vanya screamed trying her best to get the weapon out of his hand. “Stop!”

But she isn’t strong enough, he decks her with it and she goes flying. I thought at this point, okay he thinks I'm a regular human my skull is getting bashed in and bleeding, enough is enough right? The madman keeps going.

Vanya’s cries break my heart as the man breaks my skull.

“Hey! Asshole.” A man's voice yells.

But by that time, the world gets hazy and my lifted head and dangling feet stop moving. And I black out.

..

“C- n you he- m?”

..

“Number Zero, get up training isn't over yet!”

..

I wake up on the ground, gasping for air holding my head to check for damage. But there was nothing? I wouldn’t have healed that quickly what’s going on. I wasn't at the academy either, I was in the middle of a forest. But instead of green grass and trees everything was blank and white.

Am I gone for good?

“What’s going on!?” I scream. No, I can’t die.

A bicycle bell could be heard in the distance as i black out. Again

..

“Y/-?

..

“You have failed me.”

..

“Can you hear me, Y/n?”

Vanya’s shaking hands try to grab onto my jacket, to pull me up from the ground. By the time I woke up it seemed like the fighting was all over. I opened my eyes to see three Vanya’s.

“Is this real? Why are there three of you?” I whisper, my world spinning through the lenses of my eyes. She holds her hands to her mouth as she chokes down sobs.

“Oh my god!” Alison yells as she walks into the room.

The two of them lay me on the disheveled couch as they talk above me.

“W— happen-?”

I didn’t hear the rest of their conversation as I slipped in and out consciousness. For the first time I was scared, I’ve only ever taken this long to heal my first time dying. Concentrating seemed unreachable with the throbbing feeling in my head, so I sat there, bleeding out.

Maybe it was God's way of saying I can’t keep cheating death.

“What are you still doing here?” Diego muttered out to Vanya after pacing the room. This time I stayed awake.

“I'm just trying to help.” She replied, looking down at me.

Diego snaps and moves closer to the worrying woman. “No, you could’ve been killed.” He yelled in her face. “Or have any of us killed. Just look at what happened to Y/n! She's barely healing.”

I try to say something for myself but it comes out incoherent mumbles.

“She is a liability.” He continues while pointing at his own sister. I know he didn't mean all of that, no he’s just looking for someone to blame for his own unhappiness. Can’t say I haven’t seen it before.

“I'm fine. Don’t blame her” I grumble trying to sit up. The growing light surrounding my head, as well as my slashed hands.

“No you're not Y/n I'm taking you to Pogo after this.” Diego says. Wouldn't Grace be the better option?

Vanya looks to Alison for support. “Alison?”

Alison glances up at the woman. “I think what he’s trying to say is that this kind of stuff is dangerous..” she pauses. “You're just—“

“Not like you.”

Vanya scoffs at herself and nods before heading out of the room.

“No, that's not what I- Vanya wait.” Alison rushes behind the leaving figure.

“Vanya please.” I croak out.

Diego speaks up from his seat on the other couch. “Let her go. It’s for the best.”

Alison huffs before walking away from the both of us. Leaving me with the angry Diego for no reason.

“Why do you do that?” I confronted him. “Ow.” While holding my hand to my head.

The man doesn’t reply to my question instead he crouches down in front of my now standing figure. “Come on.” He says. Before I can protest he lightly bangs on my head causing me to go limp so that it's easy enough for him to pick me up.

He carries my dying body all the way up several flights of stairs, until we reach the operation room. Where I spent some of my most fun times at the academy.. Then he gently lays me down. “Stay here. I'm gonna look for Pogo.” He warns.

I grab onto his arm deliriously before he leaves. “Bring me Vanya.” I cried out.

He walks out anyway.

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[solaiced]

CASE 13: BABY CHOSO NEEDS HIS MOMMY.

!content!: choso cries because of a movie, couch sex, mommy kink, and comfort?

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"Choso, are you.. crying?" Your surprised voice rings through the air.

You and Choso had been watching a movie involving a mother going through hell to get her child back in a post-apocalyptic world, and he just fell quiet, sniffling. You worriedly brushed the hair out of his eyes.

"N-no, it's just.." He was lying. his voice watery and eyes wet.

"You don't have to lie, Cho..." You bring Choso's head close to your chest, your boobs cushioning him.

"It's just sad... Like... I can't explain it, my mom didn't do this for me... " He sounds envious, hands exploring your body as a way to relieve stress.

"Aw, Cho-baby, I can be your mommy." You joke, hoping to lighten his mood.

However, it's his eyes that light up, peering up at you through wet, dark lashes. He smiles softly.

"You would?" He asks, eyes bright with joy.

"Yeah, I would." You giggle, happy that he's happy. In an instant, you're flipped over, hands pinned by his.

"Well, mommy," he sniffles, face close to yours. "Wipe my tears, please. Make me feel better." He pouts dramatically, nuzzling your face submissively.

"Yeah I’ll replace your tears of sadness with tears of joy, mm?" you kiss his cheek affectionately

Maybe, he shouldn't have said that.

Maybe, he shouldve kept quiet.

Maybe then, he wouldn't be begging for mercy. To cum. His hips buckle, hands itching to touch you.

"Cho-baby, ah." You moan, bouncing on his lap, on his cock.

"Muh-Mommyy-" He whines, trying to not disobey and touch you. Oh God.

"You wanna touch me, huh- don't you?" You tease, rolling your hips just right.

And fuck, if that didn't affect him.

"Yah - Yeah, please, mommy. "He drags out the last sylable, head thrown back in pleasure. Choso swore he saw stars when you grinded on him so good, he started babbling.

"Mo-Mommy, mommy, please, let me cum, let me touch you -ohh, mommy!" His dignity is definitely in the dust, now.

This was so humiliating but... hot, to him, at the same time.

"Are you crying?" You mock, grabbing, his face and kissing away his tears. "These better be happy tears, okay?" You hum as he groans, acknowledging your words tiredly.

“Y-yeah, I'm happy, ma," The dark haired man replies, eyes shut to focus on not cumming. You caress his cheek, keeping a steady rhythm, bouncing off his thighs. The only sounds in the room were wet flesh slapping against wet flesh, Choso's moans and your whispered praises. You feel yourself get wetter, you were definitely about to cum.

"Cho, Choso." you breathe, giggling. His eyes flutter open, attentive. "I'm about to cum, aren't you happy? Mommy's gonna cum." You lick the tears persistently flowing down Choso’s red cheeks. Such a crybaby.

"Yes, yes, mommy, I'mso-hic-happy'" He hiccups, teeth bared in what seems like a smile. Well, at least he's trying.

"You can cum, too, fill mommy up,

‘kay?" You coo, both hands on his chest to balance your self. He nods eagerly, drool at the corner of his mouth. He was so cute, all disheveled.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you mommy!” Choso whimpers, hands searching for something else to touch apart from you. But ever the merciful Goddess that you are, you place both of his hands on each of your hips, making sure they were steady.

He whispers a ‘thank you’ once more, and you clench, making him groan.

“Gonna cum," You announce, out of breath. "Ready?" He shakes his head but you ignore him, stomach knotting in preparation.

The pleasure builds, you clench, hard, and Chose tightens his grip on you, sure to leave marks. Just when you feel you're about to cum, finger rubbing your clit and rocking against Choso, he erupts, body lifting up like a man possessed and loud cries ripping out of him. The sticky liquid he produces stays inside of you, plugged by his cock.

He flops back against the couch, spent. You were almost there.

And he ruined it. He had to pay.

"I didn't tell you to cum." Just then, Chose felt true fear because of you for the first time ever.