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Wake Me Up - Part 3
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader
Summary: A few weeks after you and Ben celebrate your first Christmas together, Ben is returning from another mission with the Supe Affairs team. When he discovers that youâve been taken, heâll do whatever it takes to find you. And then, to help you heal.
AN: Get ready for some angsty, but fun attempts at memory jogging. đ
Song Inspo: âI Can Read Your Mindâ by the Doobie Brothers.
Word Count: 4.3K
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for some...mature talk lol. Angst and hurt/comfort, fluff, PTSD, protective Ben, tinge of spice~
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Part 3: âWhen You Hold Meâ
Those first few days were the hardest ones.
Marie ran out of paid time off, which meant she had to go back to work. That left you alone with Ben during the day.
He was standing in the middle of the kitchen, arms crossed, and glaring at you after youâd just pushed away the bowl of bland instant oatmeal heâd âmadeâ for you.
âWeâre not gonna have this discussion again. You need to fucking eat,â he said. âI could feed you, though I promise youâre not gonna like it.â
His surly, frowning face was annoying you. His deep voice was annoying you. His tall, ridiculous wall-of-man body in your line of vision was annoying you, clothed in the rumpled shirt and sweatpants heâd slept in. Â
Everything about him annoyed you right now.
But that could also have something to do with the pounding ache in the back of your skull, radiating forward and between your eyes.
âBro, Iâm on like, three kinds of medication,â you replied in weary irritation. âWith what appetite do you expect me to eat?â
Bro? His eyebrow twitched. He saw the pain and tiredness written across your face though, and the way you were sitting hunched at the breakfast bar, arms crossed on the counter. He softened a little.
âLook, I get it,â he started to say.
âNo, you donât,â you snapped. Your eyes closed as the pain sharpened. You lifted your hands to either side of your temples. âYou donât know what this feels like.â
You huffed and dropped your hands flat on the counter in frustration. Your eyes opened, and you looked down at the various healing scars littering your arms. You knew there were a few more across your neck and chest, and even your thighs. No matter how you stood, sat, or laid, it was painful to move your body. Even your face still hurt, with the fracture and bruises.
âYouâre not the one who looks like Edward Scissorhands had a party,â you said, gesturing at yourself as you glared up at Ben. Emotion began to rise in your throat. âOr for a reference youâll actually understand, how about this: Iâm the Bride of goddamn Frankenstein. A fucking patchwork quilt.â
Ben hardened again, even with the deep pit forming in his stomach.
âThatâs enoughââ
âAnd despite what little you, or my mom, Grace, Annie, or even the doctors have told me, I canât even remember who did this to me or what the hell happened,â you said. Hot tears welled up in your eyes. You wiped at them furiously and turned your face away.
âSo no, the indestructible supe doesnât understand. You literally canât!â You pushed away from the counter and did your best not to lose your balance when a wave of vertigo hit you.
Ben started toward you, but you held up a hand against him.
âJust leave me the hell alone,â you muttered.
It wasnât the first time youâd ever said that to him, but somehow, this one cut into him worse than the last.
Over the next several weeks, you did begin to heal from your injuries. Your doctor even noted that you were healing better than she expected. Bruises faded, wounds slowly became scars, some of their stitches removed, and with the right topical medication, a couple of them began to disappear.
The memories remainedâat least for Ben. Finding you in that dark, disgusting place, breaking your chains, seeing how thoroughly that piece of shit had worked you overâŚ
It still made him angry at times. Heâd broken a couple of mugs, and one near-empty beer bottle. (Youâd only caught him once, though heâd given you some bullshit excuse as to why.)
Your memory, on the other hand, still didnât return.
And you werenât an easy patient. That episode in the kitchen wasnât the first, nor was it the last. Often the pain made you crabby and irritable, whenever your medication wore off. The head injury was also causing vast mood swings that Ben could barely keep up with.
It was all he could do to stop himself from snapping back at you at times (and sometimes he failed). He wasnât exactly Mr. Rogers.
Marie was the only buffer. At least, when she was home. On more than one occasion, sheâd had to try and diffuse the tension.
She was working during the day though, which of course, left you with Ben.
You were prone to headaches and dizziness, so he was careful with you, more than heâd ever been. You were starting to notice how he sometimes had to correct himself before he touched you, or forced himself to be deliberately slow when he helped you.Â
Your mom had also been doting on you, laying out your clothes, brushing your hair, trying her best to cook for the three of you in the evening. Apparently, sheâd been taking lessons, though she still couldnât cook for shit. Ben often suggested takeout, since he was also no âBetty fucking Crocker,â in his own words.
Still, it was a foreign feeling to be taken care of. It often left you unbalanced, even after your vertigo settled, or your headaches eased.
You considered it while you and Ben were channel surfing together from opposite ends of the couch in the living room. Your mom had just given you a blanket to cover your shoulders, before she went off to water your potted plants on the balcony for you. It was a Saturday, so she had the day off work.
You watched her go with a measure of disbelief.
âLook at Mother Theresa go,â you remarked. âYouâd think they replaced my mom with one of the Stepford Wives.â
Ben snorted, because he actually knew the movie you were talking about. Youâd forced him to watch it with you a few months ago, mostly to tease him.
âSheâs never babied me this much in my life,â you said. âNot even when I was still old enough to be babied.â
Instead of commiserating with you, Ben just sighed, shaking his head a little. He glanced away from the History Channel on the screen to shoot you a glance.
âMaybe you should cut your mom some fucking slack,â he said. âSheâs doing a hell of a lot for you. Even more than I am.â
You raised a brow at him. While you had a feeling that wasnât so easy for him to admit, something about his words annoyed you.
âYou clearly donât know her like I do,â you said.
Your childhood had been no picnic. While you didnât necessarily blame your mom (anymore) for staying with your father when you were a kid, you had never truly been a child. Your self-imposed job had been to protect your sisterâs childhood, and sometimes, your mother too.
Ben gave you a more direct look.
âI know plenty,â he said.
And in his eyes, you saw that he did know something. Perhaps too much. You gathered the throw blanket closer around your body and sank further into your side of the couch.
The last thing you wanted to talk about was your messed up childhood, let alone your father. You couldnât even remember his death, though Marie told you that you had been there. And so had Ben.
You snuck a look at him while his attention had returned to the TV. Heâd settled on Ice Road Truckers. You werenât impressed.
âUgh. Can we watch something else?â you asked. âSomething funny maybe, like How I Met Your Mother?â
Ben shot you a look. âSounds like a chick show.â
âNot true! It has universal appeal,â you argued. Slowly you raised yourself from your corner of the couch, grimacing just a bit as it disturbed the delicate equilibrium of your still-fractured skull. It was healing, but that, of course, would take the most time. Your headaches would turn into migraines if you werenât careful.
Ben knew that full well as he watched you move towards him across the couch. He couldnât help but reach out a hand to steady you by your arm. You gifted him with a smile and grabbed onto him.
âPlease?â you implored.
Ben tried to remain unaffected, but that smile of yours was endearing. Plus, it wasnât often that you willingly reached out to him, touched him.
âIâll do you one better,â he said, turning off the TV with the remote. You gave him a curious look. He turned to you with a smile.
âLetâs go for a ride.â
Of course this man would have a Benz, you thought. The car was black and sleek with beige interior, and it was both comfortable and decked out with all the modern bells and whistles.
You wondered if he knew what half of these buttons did as you gazed across the dashboard, but the path of your eyes continued until you settled on the man himself. Ben was casually dressed in a burgundy sweater and dark brown slacks, a silver Rolex on his wrist. He had one hand casually on the wheel and the other resting in his lap.
Part of you itched to take his hand, but you decided against it. You could admit, if only to yourself, that you were warming up to him.
Maybe you even liked him.
You knew you didnât always make it easy, but he had been as patient and gentle as he could be with you, for a man who clearly wasnât used to being either for anyone.
Despite his gruff exterior, however, you knew he had to care about you to put up with all this. It made you more willing to trust himâŚand even more curious about him.
âWhatâs my favorite color?â you asked.
Ben gave you a furrowed look. âWhat?â
You crossed your arms over your blouse.
âWeâve supposedly been together for a year,â you reasoned. âYou should know what my favorite color is.â
He shook his head in disbelief.
âCome on,â you nudged his arm, trying to get him to smile. You succeeded, just a little.
âI donât knowâŚblue,â he guessed. Your mouth fell open in shock.
âHow do you not know my favorite colorâs red?â you said. âThatâs the most basic thing ever.â
âWhat are you, five years old? Who fucking cares?â he said, rolling his eyes.
âI do!â you said. âWell, fine, Mr. Grump. Whenâs my birthday?â
With another shake of his head, he did correctly answer that question, at least.
âWhatâs my favorite food?â you asked.
âWhatâs with the goddamn quiz?â he retorted.
âIâm seeing how well you actually know me,â you countered. âCome on. Impress me.â
Ben slowed to a stop at a busy intersection. Heâd been trying to jog your memory by passing certain landmarks he thought you might recognize, like the grocery store you two always shopped at, or the park where you liked to go for walks. So far, you seemed disinterested in the sights and more interested in grilling him.
Despite his longsuffering sigh, he had to wrack his brain in order to come up with something for you.
âThe Beatles are your favorite band. Specifically the Abbey Road album,â he said.Â
That didnât exactly answer your earlier question, butâŚhe wasnât wrong.Â
âOkay, you get a point there,â you said.
âAnd you fucking love Christmas,â he said, somehow with both annoyance and fondness. âTacky as hell, with theâŚthe ribbons, and the red flowers, and the jingle balls, and whatever the fuck else you can get your hands on. You love that shit. Because when you were a kid, that was the only time of the year your family got any peace.â
You were smiling at his description, but you sobered when he got to that last bit. Ben met your gaze.Â
âI know that youâve had three boyfriends before me,â he said. Then, a smirk grew across his face. âBut Iâm the only one whoâs made you come. Every time. Like a goddamn faucet.â
You gaped as your face grew red with a hot blush. âExcuse meââ
âYou claim to like getting taken from behind the best. And you do. Youâre all too happy to get bent in half for me. Hair pulling, ass-slapping, the whole sticky nine yards,â he continued, with an even fonder gleam of memory in his eyes. His hands caressed the leather wheel of his car, long fingers flexing.
âBut you actually like it better when you can see my face, watch me work. I donât blame you,â he added, smiling. âI mean, if there was an Oscar for laying it the fuck down, I wouldâve taken that shit year after year. Wouldâve beat out Burt Reynolds by a fucking landslide.â
You thought you were about to combust, whether from indignation, or straight up embarrassment, you didnât know. (And you were going to ignore the little tremble of heat between your legs.)
But just as you were about to blow your top, figuratively speaking, Benâs expression became more serious when his gaze returned to you.
âI know that youâve had to take care of yourself. And that youâve been alone all your life,â he said. Then a slight pause, before his attention went back to the road. âThatâs something you and I have in common.â
The light turned green. Your anger and embarrassment settled, somewhat, into contemplation. You didnât know what to make of this man.
He was infuriating, with all kinds of audacity. He was crass, and at times, he grated on your very last nerve.
But somehow, he knew you. He seemed to know the parts of you that you didnât even want to know.
Sensing your angry gaze on the side of his face, he turned to you with a devil-may-care grin.
âYou hungry?â he asked.
âBen, Iâm not dressed for this,â you said, leaning in close to whisper to him.
Heâd taken you to a nice steakhouse for dinner, on the even more affluent side of town. You still couldnât believe youâd moved out of New York City to Scarsdale, of all places.
Ben wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you closer, enough for you to feel his body heat.
âYouâre just right,â he looked down on you with a teasing wink. It made you blush, despite yourself, with a small smile.
You went with him to a secluded booth in the back, by his request with the hostess. They seemed to know him, so maybe he was a regular. Or more likely, both of you were regulars. This place was only vaguely familiar, but when you saw the menu, you knew you were going to get the salmon.
Ben snorted when you said so.
âYeah, thatâs what you always get,â he said.
He smiled thoughâat the fact that this little outing was helping you make progress after all.
He didnât need the menu either. He always ordered the dry-aged porterhouse steak. You couldnât drink on the medication you were on, but he ordered a glass of bourbon for himself.
When the meal eventually came out, you glanced at his enormous plate with wide eyes. That had to be the biggest damn steak youâd ever seen, along with a huge loaded baked potato and a side of broccoli. You doubted the greens would do all that much for him, nutrition-wise.Â
âWhoa. Did they cut up a stegosaurus back there?â you quipped.
Ben chuckled. Heâd actually missed your sense of humor, no matter how dumb it was sometimes. He unwrapped the steak knife they gave him from his napkin and started to carve a big piece.
You raised your brows, but shifted your attention to your fish and mashed potatoes. It was delicious. Like melt-in-your-mouth good, and you werenât sure fish was supposed to be âmelty.â No wonder you two liked coming here.
But then, your thoughts were entirely derailed.
Hearing the sound of his knife hitting the plate, carving into the meatâit struck a discordant note in your mind. You looked over, and the sharp, silvery gleam of it caused a vision to flash across your eyesâŚ
Of a blade sliding against your skin, over and over. Along with questions. The same questions being asked of you, over and over.
You canât. You canât. You canât.
âTell me!â a man demanded. âGive me something.â
He grabbed your face, squeezed your neck until you choked on blood and spit.
âHey!â a more familiar voice cut through it all. âCome on, sweetheart. Answer me.â
You blinked and caught yourself mid-gasp, staring into the deep green of Benâs eyes.
Your head was resting on his shoulder, his hand pressed to the side of your cheek, which stung slightly, as if heâd had to try and wake you. His arm was wrapped around your waist in the booth.
He was gentle in sliding your hair away from your face, but his own was hard and almost angry, as his brows were knitted together. His gaze then traveled across the room, and you realized that there were other people in the restaurant now watching you and Ben. Even the servers stopped what they were doing at the sound of his shout.
He gave them all a pointed glare.
âWhat? Nothing to fucking see here,â he snapped. Most of them were wise enough to turn away, back to their meals and conversation. Ben focused on you as you caught your breath. You were finally able to support yourself, though you stayed leaning on his shoulder. He wasnât about to let you go either, until he got some answers.
âWhat the hell happened?â he asked. You frowned at his gruff tone, until you met his eyes. Somehow, you could see that there was worry there.
You glanced down, and you closed your eyes when you saw it. You pressed your face into his arm to steady yourself.
âThe uhâŚthe knife,â you whispered. âIt made me see somethingâŚremember something.â
âWhat did you remember?â he asked quickly. You sucked in a shuddering breath, squeezing your eyes shut tighter.
âNothing good,â you whispered.
You felt him pause. You heard the shuffle of silverware, a thump on the table. Then his hand came up and cupped your cheek.
âItâs okay. I put it away,â he said.
Tears burned behind your eyelids, and you buried your face harder against his chest. At this point, it wasnât just about seeing the knife. It was knowing that whatever had happened to you, it had truly been hell. Unlike anything youâd ever been through before.
âYou want to go home?â came Benâs voice, deep and steady in your ear.
You sniffed and nodded, as your tears seeped into the fabric of his sweater. He rubbed your back, holding you more securely.
âOkay,â he said. âLetâs go.â
Unfortunately, the episode at the restaurant led you to a migraine. Ben carried you to the master bedroom and laid you down, helped you undress down to your underwear, and gave you a shirt you liked to sleep in. He turned all the lights off and made sure the curtains were closed tight.
Marie brought you your pain medication with a glass of water. Ben hoped there was enough in your stomach that the pills wouldnât make you nauseous as well, like they occasionally did.
After you took the meds, you curled up on the bed and closed your eyes tightly, trying not to whimper like a child. Youâd dealt with pain before; that was nothing new. But this was getting ridiculous.Â
Ben gave Marie a certain look. âIâve got it from here.â
She gazed at you with sympathetic tears in her eyes, but she nodded and touched his arm.
âIf you need anything, just call for me,â she whispered.
Ben nodded, but he closed the door behind her and began by taking off his watch, then his shoes, pants, and sweater. He changed into a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt.
You were too busy hugging your pillow and pressing your face into it. You didnât realize he was still with you until the bed dipped behind you.
Ben turned you around and gathered you into his arms. You inhaled sharply, but then you clung to him. His chest and middle were warm, a bit unnaturally so.
âYouâre hot,â you muttered, splaying a hand against his chest. âLike a radiator.â
Ben quirked a smile. âYeah, you tend to complain about that.â
You shook your head and pressed yourself closer to him. âNot today.â
He wiped the tears from your cheek and laid a kiss on your forehead. He held you that way for a while, just silence and the sound of your breathing covering the room. Eventually, the pain medication began to kick in, helping to ease your pounding skull.
You pulled back enough to see Benâs face. He was still awake, but he opened his eyes and met yours in the dim light. You reached up and touched his bearded cheek, hesitantly.
âWhy canât I remember?â you asked, in a broken voice.
Benâs brows furrowed. He curled his hand around yours and let out a breath.
âI donât know,â he said, but all he wanted was for this to be over.
âI could take this from you,â he said. âWhatâs the big fucking deal about a blood transfusion?â
Your fingers stilled against his cheek. Your tearful eyes averted from his, but you werenât as opposed to the idea as you were before.
âThe last time, it healed me?â you asked.
âWithin the hour,â he said. His hand tightened a fraction on yours. âItâll be like it never happened. And your memories could even come back.â
You sighed, briefly closing your eyes. Your hand fell from his cheek, but you nodded.
âOkay. Iâll think about it,â you said.
Benâs frown remained, but at least it was a step in the right direction. He took your chin and slowly tilted your face up to his. You stared up at him with shining eyes. He didnât like the pain he still saw there, but he did like the way you glanced down at his lips.
He took a chance, and he leaned down to meet you with a kiss. What first was a gentle touch, soon became heady as your hand slid up his arm and into his hair. He brought you flush against him and deepened the kiss, when his tongue swept past your lips and brushed against yours. You welcomed him in with a surprised moan.
He hadnât tasted you in so damn long, it was like indulging a craving heâd been denying himself. It was even harder to slow down and ease away from your lips.
You rested your forehead against his chest afterward.
âWow,â you breathed. âOkay.â Â
Ben chuckled. But unlike the movies, a kiss didnât break the spell. You were his, but not completely.Â
He wanted nothing more than to show you how much you could beâŚbut your body was still weak. He would have to continue protecting you, even from himself.Â
âI want to stay here tonight,â he said.Â
Despite his earlier thoughts, he didnât think he could take one more night of not being with you in this bed. He could control himself. He just wanted to make sure you were all right, and safe with him.
It took you a moment to decide, but you nodded.Â
âYou can stay,â you agreed, with a more teasing smile. âI donât think your old man back can handle the couch anymore.â
He snorted in amusement. There was some more of your sense of humor peeking through.Â
Meanwhile, you still werenât totally convinced that him sleeping in the bed with you was a good idea. A good part of you craved his nearness, and how he made you feel safeâŚbut you also werenât sure if you were ready to continue being so vulnerable with him.Â
Just when you were about to put some distance here between you and tell him to stay on his side, Ben rolled you back around so that your back was pressed to his chest. He slid a warm, strong arm around your waist. His lips pressed to your bare shoulder. The sleep shirt you wore (one of his old shirts) had ridden down your arm.
âJust relax,â he said. âIâve got you.â
And you actually believed it.
You felt comfortable and secure in his embrace. Soon enough, you relaxed into him.
Sleep wasnât easy, but you got there in time. It even lasted for a while.
Just not long enough.
In your dreams, there were flashes of things that didnât make sense. They were jumbled together like white noise on a TV, occasionally screeching with color, and mostly red with blood.
You woke up shaking and sweating.
Ben was a light sleeper at best. He was startled awake in confusion, disturbed by how you had been tossing and turning and making sounds of distress. He turned toward you and moved his arm to make room for you, but he decided he would let you come to him this time.
You didnât disappoint him. You reached for him and buried your face in the crook of his neck for a while, trying to ground yourself in him. He held you and rubbed your back until you calmed down.
When you pulled away slightly, and spoke his name in the dark, Ben looked into your eyes. For a moment, he couldâve sworn you were there. The real you.
âThanks for staying with me,â you whispered.
Ben was disappointed. This wasnât you remembering. But at least, this was you being you, thanking a man like him.
He just nodded and guided you back into his arms. You let him hold you for the rest of the night.Â
AN: So close, but yet so far. đĽ˛
But just wait for the last part...
Next Time:
You brushed your fingers over that picture in wonder. You didnât remember that day, even though you were sure you must have been thereâŚ
It was so odd to see so much of your life in pictures, yet it was all still so fuzzy, or entirely blank in your mind.
You paused, blushing once again when you saw the picture of you getting out of the shower with the towel barely wrapped around your body. Why the hell would this be in a photo album?
You quickly moved on. Though you stopped next at a picture of you and Ben in what looked like a dark nightclub. The way he was holding you, looking at you like he was ready to devour you, and the way you were looking up at him, with a smile that said heâd better damn well tryâŚ
It made a sharp pain lance behind your eyes.
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When you hold me
by Hyde (@hydeomonster)
Relationship(s): Smalletho
Rating: Teen and Up
Word count: 8k
Summary: So Joel didn't kiss Etho. Ae can't bring aerself to say anything but ask, without saying it, if Etho could bear to see aer again.
"Will you write me?"
The knight nods solemnly, ever so good at staying composed in front of others, when Joel can see the blood rushing to his cheeks. "Of course," he replies, "as soon as we hit land."
OR : Etho's leaving for Pixandria, Joel's seemingly alone in Mezalea and life likes to challenge aers faith and will to live on. That's to say ae is as confused as ae is scared,
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can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024
#ramble#if you say unalive in front of me i will personally kill you with my hands#you just can't muffle and censor and hold someone's hand through some things#some things are horrible. and they should be spoken aloud and they should upset you. because they are horrible#the second we started kidzbopifying the world was the end of taking anything seriously i think#i'm not even joking i've spoken to people older than me who won't even say the world sex#this isn't the playground you're not going to get in trouble just let us say the word!!!!!!#how am i supposed to listen to you when you won't even say the thing you're supposed to be talking about#yes this is the fault of the platforms with their censorship rules but the fact that we all just go along with it like it's not dystopian#you do know it doesn't stop with cursing right. people are already having to censor queer terms because they get flagged as inappropriate
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It's always so weird to come down from the biology heavens to see what the average person believes about animals, plants, ecosystems, just the world around them. I don't even mean things that one simply doesn't know because they've never been told or things that are confusing, I'm talking about people who genuinely do not see insects as animals. What are you saying. Every time I see a crawling or fluttering little guy I know that little guy has motivations and drive to fulfill those motivations. There are gears turning in their head! They are perceiving this world and they are drawing conclusions, they are conscious. And yet it's still a whole thing if various bugs of the world feel pain or if they are simply Instinct Machines that are Not Truly Aware of Anything At All????? Help!!!!!! How can you look at a little guy and think he is just the macroscopic animal version of a virus
#yesterday i made a complainy post about a whale edit having people confused about whale sharks and orcas' dolphin and whale identity#but honestly i cant even hold these things against someone. its confusing that whale sharks are called with two different animal names!#and if you only know about the whale dolphin porpoise divide then you may not know that dolphins and porpoises and others are toothed whale#i dont think anyone is actually stupid for not having this information preinstalled in their brains#if anything it makes me happy to get to explain things because i love explaining things that i know :D#however... this#it just makes me sad :(#its so weird when this whole thing is subjected towards OTHER VERTEBRATES too like fish or reptiles or amphibians#like man.... you are a fish. your ancestors were buddy buddy (or actually probably enemy enemy) with the ancestors of these guys#fish are like a whole other class of animal to a lot of people dont even get me started#they never get the same protections as mammals or birds do even if they are just as or more endangered#mmmmm i wont rant now#biology
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post-graduation trip airport looks
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#fushiguro megumi#nobara kugisaki#itafushikugi#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#jujutsu kaisen fanart#these took ages but fr once i am choosing to forgive myself given th fact tht i was coming out of A State when i drew them#im normal now dw drawing the first years wearing merch of my comfort content fixed me#when in doubt play dress up. life hack#i am holding fast 2 my hc tht megumi is a fiend @ indie platformers and is a household name on the celeste speedrun leaderboards#argue with a wall this is my jujutsu kaisen#megumi designated Drink Runner also#alr in line at a cafe texts their gc 'what do you guys want' n gets mad @ nobara fr making him go to a Second shop 2 get her bubble tea#anyway theres not much 2 say abt these just bc i needed sth Light n Easy 2 get me out of my head#no lore to fashion pieces which is both a blessing and a curse but it Is what i needed#nobara serving looks fr a flight i love u so much. it's probably 8 in the morning n she is in a fully coordinated fit#its so criminal tht we don't have more alt hairstyle official art fr her???? iirc it's Just the lost in paradise mv with her in buns no????#robbed. i am fixing it immediately.#wonder where the 3 of them wld go on a trip
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mouse bitesâ˘
#anybody do this yet?#house md#hate crimes md#house md game#mouse bites#gregory house#hilson#james wilson#lisa cuddy#robert chase#allison cameron#eric foreman#house md meme#he needs mouse bites to live#shoutout to whoever made the house game generator thing#this took me way too long#house#dr house#also if you notice house's clothes kinda changing colors when he holds the mouse bite serum#its because i had to recolor it myself#i couldn't get the shades of gray to be exact#oh well#i also drew the nosebleed lmao#every house episode ever#generic house episode#editing this to say#this is not an original meme at all#I just ds-ified it tbh#ive seen some people not know it but i recommend you look it up#or like iykyk i guess
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GET LOVED, IDIOT
GET LOVED SO HARD YOUR KIDS HOLD HANDS AND POWER-OF-LOVE YOU BACK TO LIFE
sorry guys, this is just my brain now. this is going to be the only thing I think about for the next week at least.
oh and also this
FIVE YEARS IN AND IT'S FINALLY CANON đđđ
WE DID IT
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 13 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 13 spoilers#oh my god it had everything i wanted AND MORE#...except the hook for 8 which ironically was the only one i was 100% sure was guaranteed to happen#well whatever i am too busy floating in this pool of delicious diasomnia tears#SO MANY TEARS#malleus' voice acting was absolutely đ¤ delectable đ¤#him and silver both are usually so reserved you don't even notice until suddenly FULL-ON UGLY SOBBING#IKANAI DE KURE LILIAAAAAAAAAAA#god. i have so much i need to draw. malleus in his little royal outfit...#ENDLESS MELEANOR F O R E V E R#(ah...meleanor and the knight of dawn are holding hands... :) you've reconciled... :) how lovely...)#(oh...and bauru is here too...)#can't believe poor sebek got 'and also you're here'-ed even at a time like this#that rhythmic was SO cute i'm gonna die. he's your son so it should be â¨PINKâ¨#ugh this update has spoiled me absolutely rotten. i'm so happy#though i kept waiting for that silver vanrouge and finally decided it wasn't going to happen#then got the 'there is one thing...but it's not a gift that malleus-sama can give...'#and THAT'S WHEN THEY DID THE HOTFIX UPDATE AND I GOT BOOTED#and then i KEPT GETTING ACCESS ERRORS DUE TO HIGH VOLUME đ#twst NO i didn't need that tension to be heightened thank you#on the other hand when malleus started his proclamation with 'in the name of the draconias...' i did have a second#where i was briefly convinced they were going to do the funniest possible thing and make silver draconia canon after all#anyway i'm out of tags so we'll have to discuss malleus' absolutely bonkers-cuckoo choice of party venue later#now i gotta get back to constantly rewatching the moment he realizes he's accidentally killed lilia. his weeping is my sustenance.
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Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him
Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.
It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.
So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.
Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.
Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).
Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?
All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.
Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.
One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.
They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.
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#captain's posts#this has been haunting me#the flash/any of the speedsters:*exist*#danny:*can feel the speedforce on them* i like your vibe funny man#basically danny is actually an alternate version of Ra's Al Ghul and gets chucked into the dc vesrse#because natural portals are bitches hijinks ensue#and while i do love batfam adopting danny i think its very funny for flash to just yoink him while the big bad bat isn't looking#i desperately need him and tim to be besties tho specifically before they find out danny is an alternate Ra's Al Ghul#danny:*sitting in a park and tinkering with some circuitry* oh hey flash :)#flash: hey kid! great news i might be adopting a kid soon!#danny: oh really? thats cool-#flash:*holding out adoption papers and doing his best puppy eyes* its you. sign here.#danny:*vague memory of clockwork complaining about speedster pops into his mind* hmmm#danny:*deciding to be a little shit cause what else do you do when you're almost a year into being stuck in an alternate dimension* >=)#danny: sure why not? soooo full name or what?#flash:*didn't expect to get this far* uh-#i also really like danny being clockworks apprentice/time line clean upper so danny just remembers cw bitchin about the speedsters#also cause im a sucker for tim x danny...#tim:*having a crisis cause the cute meta kid he befriended/has a crush on may or may not be a vlone of Ra's Al Ghul* aaaaasaaaaaaaasaaaaaaa#dick: you okay buddy?#tim:*aggressively points at the dna match of danny to Ra's Al Ghul on the bat computer* AAAAAAAAAAAAAA#dick: Oh-#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dpxdc
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who is your favorite AA character? đď¸đď¸
ziska⌠I hope capcom brings her back someday
#shes cool as fuck to me bc when I first played jfa I found her really frustrating to deal with#not just as Phoenix but I mean like on a personal level she is challenging because sheâs so thorough#and yet I also find it fascinating that she breaks the character sheâs built for herself once in a while#i 100% believe that I donât think she would have caught on to what Phoenix was trying to do while stalling for time with engardes trial#so itâs probably a good thing edgeworth subbed in but she literally busts her ass to bring evidence to court#almost right after having a bullet extracted from her WHICH SHE ALSO PRESENTS AS EVIDENCE. thats metal as fuck ok#especially since she would technically have nothing to do with the case after edgeworth fills in and she still decided to do that anyway#maybe it was blind faith to use that evidence to win since she wasnât there for most of the trial but still#and even if canon doesnât give it to me I still firmly believe thereâs be at least some chemistry between her and Maya#like especially if you hold it next to wrightworth that works bc thereâs already a history there and majority of Phoenix and miles trying#to relearn their relationship is Phoenix coaxing out that side of Miles that he remembers from fourth grade#but with Franmaya itâs something new and theyâre basically strangers to each other and one of them almost got the other convicted#and I still think thatâs fascinating and itâs a damn shame thay half of the fics I find for them on ao3 is background in wrightworth fic#i did find a good one that touched on Franziska trying to win pearls approval because Pearl does hold a grudge against her#and seeing that trying to live up to perfecting even her personal relationships without getting to know Pearl to even know#why it wasnât working feels believable when I think abt her as a character yk#myart#my art#doodles#aa#ace attorney#franziska von karma
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Be wary not of the beast, but the hand that tamed it.
(Read more dog training tips over at Tiger Tiger)
#tiger tiger#rakkatak ann#remy bonnaire#jamis arlesi#Shout out to sabertoothwalrus for compiling all the Jamis Dog comparisons. For references. Of course.#Jamis *is* Remy's loyal hound and we all know it! Everyone knows it! Except apparently Remy!#The court scene made me (and many others) start barking and snarling. But no one holds a candle to Remy Bonnaire.#Something about how both Remy and Jamis have parallel scenes where they defend the honour of someone they love.#Something about how we're primed to expect it to be Jamis who displays the most open outrage - but no!#Rat man better watch it. This time it was mostly barking but next time there will be biting involved.#And dear god. The look of pure thrill and adoration in Jamis's eyes when Remy pulls out his sword.#Bark bark woof woof that man would follow him to the ends of the earth and back and just be happy to be there.#The yearning and sheer force of affection these two have for each other is so well done.#Please. If you actually haven't read Tigers yet...I am no longer asking. I'm on the floor weeping about it.
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The urge to kidnap her & rape her in the woods. Chained against a tree & split open on my cock. The screams in pain drowning out all the pathetic cries for help. Carving our initials inside of a heart on, âourâ tree afterwards so everyone knows what a sweet couple we are.đŞ
#You canât escape me Iâll always find you. Lil mouse. You better get ready for me to ravage your body. For me to make you mine and to own e#to explore every square inch#inside and out#of you#to fill you up and hold you down#and not let you go until I am done with you - until you are completely mine.#Grabs that throat show me how munch ve ruin you run but you know Iâll catch you and when I do Iâll fuck you Iâll ruin you Iâll claim#you however I want I can already smell you Iâm going to fucking ruin you growls.#once I get my hands on you I'm going to fucking ruin you. You'll never look at another man again once you feel my cock#cnc brat#desperate slvt#cnc daddy#daddy's good girl#bd/sm daddy#edging and denial#edging kink#cnc knife play#brat taming#bratty#bimbo training#bimbo doll#bimboification#needy slvt#slvt training#stupid slvt#cvnt#dumb cvnt#cvm wh0re#daddyâs wh0re#dumb wh0re
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Green Lanterns canonically having green eyes because of prolonged exposure to their ringâs power is SO funny to me because the ring is 100% snitching on you but only another Lantern would know to call you on it.
#Hal Jordanâs eyes go green one day and John Stewart is like HEY#like pointing at him across the watchtower table#and Hal is like what what what#donât even look at me ok Iâm taking breaks from the ring Iâm fine#and John âfifteen years of this shitâ Stewart is like absolutely not#you are not#this is why I said all GLâs puff up like angry cats when they see each other#because they are uniquely qualified to call each other out on lantern bullshit#and ofc the powerful will/personality thing#Hal Jordan#green lantern#john stewart#dc comics#dc#jl#justice league#Kyle is in the corner holding up his hands like donât involve me please
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monologue
#they said i couldnt have a worse speech bubbles to image ratio and i said 'bet?'#isat spoilers#in stars and time#in stars and time fanart#isat fanart#isat siffrin#isat loop#two hats spoilers#isat#lucabyteart#sifloop#not rlly but it gets the tag in case ppl r backscrolling my tags on my blog for some reason#anyway this dialogue has been kicking around in my files for about 2 months as it is known to do & i wanted to play with typesetting#'write a fic if you like words so much' absolutely not . what if it was pictures instead. and also i wanted an excuse 2 loop gradient#but yeah uhhhh this is very . very loosely the result of me thinking about the 'island is trapped in the fucking future' theory.#like if so. would it just like. reappear. when the rest of the world catches up w where it was stuck in time. like . 20 more years on.#and thus the q: god wait at what point would sif be older than the age they last knew their parents to be. theyre nearly 30 now so like.#you can see my logical path thru these thoughts yes? anyway i think its fun when these two put their braincells together to realise#the horrors. and kind of exclusively the horrors. wahoo!!!#anyway food for thought re: island reappears and to the islanders it's not been any time at all. but its been like 30 years for the rest#fuck do you do: your boy returns 30 years older plus a family (maybe even a child) and minus . a fucking eye.#also theres a fucking angel with them? update. thats also your boy what the fuck. wait fym theyre married. hold on. wait--
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I donât think weâve ever seen you draw knight of dawn before đ¤ what are your thoughts about him? Or take?
I've drawn him a couple of times, just really little/in the background. but I should draw him more, I love this guy a lot! I have many, many thoughts about him and the way he parallels Silver...and also I think it is extremely funny that his ghost is stuck in a ring. especially considering where that ring has been for the last 16-ish years.
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#don't mind me just killing time waiting for maintenance to end so i can stick my face directly into 7-12#i mean i'm on the record (read: constantly posting) about how much i love the whole tragique backstory behind mal's birth#and. look. hold on it's a day ending in y time to be embarrassing about anime characters online again#no but really i love him. i love how he's such a vague figure but also the way his and silver's stories contrast#i cannot articulate it very well but just#i love how he's essentially like...bad end silver#he let himself go along with the big evil plan because he wanted to save his dad and not betray his king and all that#and when he finally did take a stand it was too late to stop the worst of it#meanwhile silver was immediately like NOPE WE'RE NOT DOING THIS#silver is NOT going to end up slaying the dragon thank you very much#me kicking my stupid little legs in glee over it all#and! the retrospect when you realize! that he was the one leading silver around lilia's memories!!!!#he is so happy that silver and lilia have each other!#he's so happy for them!#i want to put him in a can and hold him in my pocket for 16 years#also: his ridiculous hair. it's so silly and so good.#may vil never meet him#the knowledge that there's someone with naturally gorgeous hair who has somehow done it even dirtier than silver would destroy him
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Fic Idea where Fiddleford helps Stan rebuild the portal, but Stan finds out that Fiddleford has a wife and he's like
"You have a WIFE?? That DIDN'T marry you to steal your car and money???? What are you DOING here???"
"Yeah, well.... She's better off thinking I'm dead somewhere....."
"A WIFE. That LOVES you. Get outta here and go explain yourself, Idiot!!"
"She and our son shouldn't have to deal with--"
"YOUR SON???!!?!!??"
Anyways, so Stan helps Fiddleford reach out and explain himself to his wife, but expresses that he wants to keep being in Gravity Falls, so his wife and kid go to live with them in The Shack instead.
Blah blah blah, bonding happens, Stan bags Fiddleford AND his wife and becomes a step dad, God bless đ
#I don't see enough of Fiddleford's wife ngl#i just want Stan to be loved#this fic idea has been in my mind for ages đ#LET THEM BE POLYAMOROUS AND IN LOVE!!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!#Stan is such a poly bi-con TRUST đ#Stan and Fiddleford's wife help Fidds stop using the memory gun#Fiddleford and his wife help Stan feel loved#JUST HEAR ME OUT THEY COULD HAVE A BEAUTIFUL RELATIONSHIP#Tate gets 2 dads for the price of 0#cause in canon Fiddleford left when he was a baby and lost his mind so he didn't get any dads#let that kid grow up in an unbroken house hold đ#omg you know how in canon Tate works at the bait shop next to the lake#Stan would SO take Tate fishing#he would be such a good dad guys give him a chanceđ#cole's talking#gravity falls#grunkle stan#stanley pines#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddlestan#fiddleford x stanley#fiddleford x fiddleford's wife x stanley#just hear me out guys đ#fiddleford's wife
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bro will master art just for her
#guys you dont know how much i love them#& this concept. really#i always loved drawing my crushes#even after i got over the last one i still hold the drawings dear to me#we'll see what happens when i get over my current crush haha#murder drones#md#md fanart#murder drones fanart#nuzi#uzi x n#uzi doorman#serial designation n#n murder drones#my art#fanart#hamo stop yapping in tumblr tag challenge impossible
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