#but dont fear doctor enjoyers

[dovewingkinnie]

new character dropped.... mr meow meow... the shitty boss everyone hates in whimsinoia... yea his name is really stupid...... the first reactions to his name are always: "ha! thats cute!" before he throws them through the nearest wall

[the-faceless-bride]

More Ideas for KNY (demon slayer) different characters ♡ (SOME NSFW CONTENT FOR SANEMI AND MUZAN AND MENTIONS OF GORE IN SANEMI AND LIGHT NSFW IN GYOMEI)

<- Part 1

Imagine being dangerously in love.

Imagine being a demon, obsessed with the brash, and blood thirst Wind Hashira. the first time ever being in battle with him is what leads you down a path of want and lust for the cruel hashira.

Imagine going out of your way to always be where he is, always catching his attention and being attacked by him. He believes you're mocking him, following him just to show off that he hasn't been able to kill you. But that isn't true at all. When you fight, you never actively try and gut him, only blocking your neck and leaving the rest of your limbs exposed to be lashed in this masochism tango.

Imagine struggling to hide your enjoyment and ecstacy each time his sword ripped, teard, and scar your body. He had to have known how me made you feel. He must. The darkness of your cheeks must've been a giveaway. Right? His eyes bewitching you in how intense he glares into your soul. It sets a fire under your cold skin, a burning desire.

Imagine one time when you and Sanemi are fighting. Other slayers show up. But they don't instantly jump into the fight. 1. from looking at the fight, you hadn't landed a single strike and seemed to be a greater deal slower than the hashira, and 2. Tanjiro made an odd comment. "Huh, it's like she's avoiding striking him on purpose."

Imagine how Shinobu decided the fight was long enough and tried to sneak in and end the fight. Only for a switch to set off and catch her off guard and spin at the speed of light, leaving a large gash across her body from her left founder to her hip. And Sanemi instantly tried to help her. Only to be stopped by your own weapon pressed so close to his neck that even swallowing made his Adamsapple scrape against a sharp blade. "Don't you dare. Your attention is meant for me. Are you seriously letting her attempt to get between us work?" And that made Sanemi pause... "us? Wha-" -- "don't play dumb darling. We're soulmates, Sanemi~" you whisper to him. "What the fuck."

Imagine how now you make him feel so conflicted, how he hates you for what you are but loves you for how you make him feel... in his home in his spare time as the sun rises, his windows covered and locked tight as he has you on your knees, leaning forward and his chest pressed to your back. Your head locked between his bicep as his other hand held his sword under you. It nicks you each time he thrusts. If he pushed you forward anymore, his blade would surely cut your chest and stomach open. "I HATE YOU, YOU FILTHY DEMON. I DONT WANT YOU. CURSE YOU FOR DEMONIC TEMPTATION." You softy cry at the harsh words from your love, "I don't care if you don't want me... I'm yours right now..."

Sanemi Shinazugawa × Demon reader Trope: Yandere Lovesick/I hate you so much I love you.

Imagine being with Muzan his entire life... your family were servants to his family. And from a young age, you were assigned to be Muzans personal maid or companion as you were too young to really do any work than cleaning up his room. But since you can remember, you've always been with Muzan.

Imagine being the one he confides with most. His fears, his wishes, and despite his coldness. His shouldering eyes seemed to be less scorching when it came to you. His one and only friend. Even if you didn't have much of a choice in the companionship. It was you who sat in on his doctor's visits about his deteriorating health. When he got the news of how it would be a miracle for him to even make it to his mid 20s...

Imagine how one night after a particularly scary coughing fit, he simply places his head to your mid section as you blush his hair and pull it back into a braid. He softy thanks you as he tilts his head to look up at you, "Of course, I'm always happy to take care of you." But that isn't want he wants. He wanted to take care of you. Not you to him. And without thinking, he pulls you down to him.

Imagine His heat is pounding in his chest. You lay across him as his long and slim fingers tease you between your legs. You try and stay quiet, your face twisted with pleasure and guilt. You felt like you were taking advantage of the sick man who would never find love or feel the love of another in such a romantic and intimate way. You thought maybe that this was him just grasping for a moment where he didn't feel so useless being bedridden. But it was so much more. If this was the last thing he did, pleasing the only one who he cared for most. The one he wished he could've married... he would be happy to die. This surely isn't good for his heart, but he couldn't care less. You hovering yourself above him. As he tried weakly to pull you in to rest your whole weight. This was how he wanted to spend his last days, weeks, and months. However long he had left. He wanted it to be with you.

Imagine as days go by, and he feels more and more guilty. He starts to feel as though you let him do these things because you feel obligated as his personal maid to do so. Nights in the dark ask he fingers you, giving and receiving oral pleasure. But you still won't give him everything. You refuse to fully lay with him. Sometimes, he feels like it's because you don't really love him. Not like he does you. Or maybe you find him... pathetic... he can't actually make love to you. You'd be doing all the work. He doesn't want that, and it seems you don't either... eventually, his thoughts become too much, and he decides to let you go...

Imagine you were relieved of all your maid duties, not just to Muzan but to the family as a whole. You were heartbroken. And the heartbreak only worsened at the news of Muzan and his families and your families deaths. You'd cried more times than you'd ever had before in your life. And you were so very confused when you'd found a Man who looked exactly like Muzan sitting in your bed a few nights later. "Hello dear. I'm home." He invented to truly give you what you wanted, and he was eager to give it too you.

Muzan Kibutsuji × reader Trope: Unrequited/reunited love/soulmates

Imagine being Master Kagaya's faithful slayer, you'd always admired him. You and your Master had created a strong bond. Stronger than others. Moments like this reminded you that you were special. You sat on your knees as you just like you had the first time. Your head pressed to his chest and he dragged his fingers over your head.

Imagine trying not to tear up as you remember the first time you'd kneeled for him. You'd been reckless and impatient leading to a fellow slayer getting extremely hurt. You kneeled before him as you sat in the room alone waiting for him to speak. Doing your best to not make any noise as you silently cry. You'd failed him. Your beloved Master. But he didn't yell. He didn't make you feel like you were a problem. He merely hummed before knealing with you, one hand on atop your head and the other cupping your cheek feeling the wet stream of tears and wiped it away. "It's alright. You didn't mean for this to happen. I know you didn't. I know you're a good girl." And your breath hitched. He noticed. And from then on he gave you positive affrimations which encouraged you to do better. For him.

Imagine how as you sat there listening to his words letting yourself flow away and melt into your master. He thought it was innocent. He was simply your master helping you, if it wasn't him maybe you'd find these soft words from Gyomei or maybe even Kyojuro... but he was wrong. So wrong. It was him. Only him. You'd put yourself on the line so much more than you should've. All to hear those soft praises. His wife must not like you... you do take up more and more of his time as days go on...

Imagine how he softly calls to you. Late that night, he'd heard your footsteps. He sat with you talking. About anything that day. Soft and short conversations. Quiet but not uncomfortable. "You're my favorite you know." He sighed, before he let out a small chuckle "don't tell the others." You know he was teasing. But your heart told you other wise.

Imagine being hurt. In battle you were hurt. But even in your pain you still made your way to your master... your beautiful Kagaya... the married man, the family man, that you had fallen in love with. "My dear, you still come and see me while you're in such pain?" He seemed shocked. But you aren't sure why, you'd walk on hot coles and crawled on your hands and belly to kneel for him. You'd do anything for your master. And you could only hope as his favorite... you wouldn't let him down. Finally you lifted your head from his chest, pulling his hands from your hands, leaving a kiss to his knuckles. One day. One day you'll have him.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki × Slayer reader Trope: unrequited love/lovesick/slow burn

Special Part two of Forbidden love with Gyomei × demon

Imagine how the rest of the slayers flock around Gyomei, asking him so many questions. And he couldn't even answer them all. Too consumed by his disbelief that the person he'd fallen in love with so deeply, had turned out to be a demon.

Imagine how he layed in bed lonely and... missing you. He began to long of your cold touch, your voice, your laugh that was so contagious to him. He missed you. He'd fallen for you. Demon or not. He laid in his bed trying and failing to get even a wink of sleep. But just as he had almost fallen asleep he was awoken by a sound. 'Tap tap' was the sound, 'tap tap' on his window. "Gyomei... my love..."

Imagine how he practically leaped from his bed. Demon or not you had carved yourself a spot in his heart. Slamming open the window and pulling you inside, his hands instantly feeling over your cheeks, your nose, your neck. Kissing the knuckles of your cold hands.

Imagine being the one that made Gyomei for a moment stay from his faiths. Gyomei devoted his life to his beliefs, that includes waiting. Waited all his life for the one. Saving himself and waiting. But you both were in a unique circumstances... so from that point on Gyomei promised himself to you. You would stay with him in his home and he would always come back to you. That night he would kiss you, love you, lay you under him while he whispered for you to be his.

[spaceagebachelormann]

rose x reader who's really into classic lit? maybe reader yaps and yaps to her about it, and knows all of these things!! I think rose would he a really good listener and would love listening to her partner yap

☆ — rose tyler with a partner into classic literature

✧ masterlist — navigation

✧ carmillas notes — rose my pookie pie. i miss her so much you guys dont get it. rose please come home the kids miss you!! been putting this request off for awhile now but im finally getting to it guys

✧ warnings — im a bit rusty with writing i fear

rose herself was never very big on classical literature, but she’s read the ones you read for school like catcher in the rye, lord of the flies, the outsiders, etc

she’d heard tons about classic literature from the doctor, however and one day when he’s ranting about charles dickens or tolstoy or someone she kind of just casually mentions that you like classic literature

in t-minus two seconds he shows up at your door and demands to see your bookshelf

if you weren’t a companion before, you’re definitely one now

rose doesn’t strike me as much of a reader outside of things for school but she’s a very good listener and remembers most of what you say

if she knows the book she’ll rack her brain and try to talk with you about it, but she might be a little confused at times. nevertheless she’s 100% the listener to your yapper

rose would also not be opposed to you reading to her. like i said, she’s a very good listener

the only way she’ll probably actually read a book you like is if you read it to her anyway, because she can certainly read, it’s just not as enjoyable for her as listening to your voice is

she’ll probably tease you a few times because she thinks it’s funny and because she loves you

if the doctor is in the room, he will however come to your defense because the doctor LOVES classic literature

rose will also ask him to get a list from you of some books you don’t have but really want, and she never really tells him why but it’s kind of obvious

every once in awhile she’ll show up at your house with one she knew you wanted and act like it was nothing

she’d be all “oh i just saw for a few pounds and thought you might like it” as if she hasn’t been searching for it (the doctor also helps. he’s both your guys’ biggest fan and also your third wheel)

[thesternest]

tag meme: my top 9 characters

i was tagged by @regallibellbright so with no particular order lets get into it

I have decided to not put any characters of my own here because then this list would be filled with my characters and nothing else

also only one per series since i want this to be an overall representation of my favorite characters

1.Phosphophyllite/Phos (land of the lustrous)

Phos is by far one of my favorite characters due to how they change throughout the series

also watching them suffer is what got me my permanent angst craving

phos is one of those characters that unfortunately due to being by far the most popular character in the series the fandom tends to dislike every other character in the series (particularly in this case since a lot of the other characters have mistreated phos in some way) which i think is a disservice to those characters

but phos is still my favorite

2.Blake Thorburn (Pact: Devils and Details) (no art for him because im too lazy to ask for permission to put him here and i dont want to put a piece of art on my post without permission)

ill be honest it was hard to pick if Taylor or Blake were going to be put here, since i didnt want to put two wildbow protagonists here, and while Worm was much more enjoyable for me to read i think Pact was a much more memorable story for me,

Since like blake struggled through the horrors, i struggled against decaying attention span

In general i gravitate toward fantasy stories more than superhero stories

3. Eve and aoi (birdie wing golf girls story)

hey remember a second ago when i was debating over which wildbow protagonist to put here because i didnt want to put both

Yeah fuck that these two are a pair because i love them both and refuse to seperate them

These two are genuinely one of my favorite protagonist duo's ever

like they are so funny with their insane antics and golf

4. Yuki Takamiya (thirteen sentinels aegis rim)

this one proved to be really hard to decide between Yuki, Okino or 426 since they are all favorites

i decided that it was best to fit one of the protagonists into this since it would be hard to talk about the other two without spoiling anything and needing a ton of context

from the second Yuki showed up i knew she would likely be a favorite

what i didnt expect was for her to be arguably one of the smartest characters in the game

I would say out of the protagonists she is the second smartest with Gouto being the smartest

Like i did not expect her route to be a detective story

5. Power (chainsaw man)

first person on this list who isnt a protagonist, and i did consider putting Asa instead of her and while i am undoubtedly more invested in Asa im also much more entertained by power

also i need to put one character who isnt a main character here lest i be seen as a basic bitch

6. Sayeon Lee (hand jumper)

we only have one season of her but this girl is so mentally unwell its like catnip to me

im eagerly awaiting the start of season 2

also to my surprise me reccomending vibes this webtoon caused a bunch of wormblr people to read this too so when season 2 starts i could probably talk to those people about it

7.Daan/ the doctor (fear and hunger termina)

this was a tough descision between Daan and Marina because while i love them both equally Daan has the better narrative in my head with his doomed by the narrative swag

8.Iwha (hero killer

she's cool when she murders people

9. Kikuri Hiroi (bocchi the rock)

girl who is doomed by the narrative

but the narrative is a slice of life so overall its not that bad

@n0brainjustvibes@tranz-regent@worstgirl-online i nominate you to follow in my example and list characters

Also feel free to analyse me like a lab rat for these picks in the notes

[deltaqi]

Hi! I have some more qeustions about incognito, i hope you dont mind. 1. We know that Striker have his enemies and group/ rebbelion which is against him. But does he have Fans? If yes then is it more or less? And what they see in him? 2. Did here are some sickness around robots? I mean in Toyhouse we can see that Pluto sometimes get paralysed {i hope i interpreted it right} and that is happening trough 181 years. So did here are some robots with...flaws? And qeustion similiar to this, if answer is yes does it mean that in Incognito are some "Cyber" hospitals for robots or something? 3. Anyway what in incognito is not what we have in our world? We know that there is no animals and organic life or plants. Is something more? And how look probably substitute of some our life use items? Like phone or means of transport? 4.And a little more about strike. How does work this looking trough robots eyes? Did he can something more or maybe stalking is only thing? Also how Strike get his team/crew? He built them or maybe its random bots who joined him? 5. Also maybe something more about ai and robots diference? or about ai status in this world? And last one i promise! 6. How look world build? Did here is some type of hierarchy like the richest and the lowest level? Or maybe beside treating ai like worse quit of fear is only one type?

Also sorry for so many qeustions. Im curious and working on my oc story in incognito and i want make it so much canon as possible. Incognito is really fantastic project and i would be sad if i {sorry for language} fucked up something. Also im super curious./

You are great creator.

1- Does Stryke have any fans?

Yes! Stryke runs a game show of sorts, where he kidnaps bots and puts them into VR games that can kill them (keeping their identities anonymous). There are bots who pay to come see the shows live, but he also broadcasts them to a specific channel. The tickets to see him live are very expensive, so most bots who enjoy watching are very rich bots. He doesn’t bring wealthy bots into his games, only middle to lower class bots. Some lower class bots have a twisted enjoyment of his shows, but most are either afraid of him or dont believe his shows are actually real. Most bots believe that its just fictional, and designed for entertainment. A majority of Stryke’s fans are wealthy bots

2- Are there any sicknesses bots can suffer from? 

Sickness no, disabilities yes. Diseases don’t exist for bots, as, well, they’re robots. However disabilities do still exist as a bot’s body can break or get damaged, and not all of them can afford to fix them. So a bot may have a damaged leg and be unable to walk properly, for example. Dr. Radium is a different case. I can’t go into details about it as how and why it happens is spoilers, but basically when his mind was transferred into his robot body it didn’t work properly. This causes his brain to “short circuit”, and his body to malfunction in a very painful way. Which causes the semi paralysis you mentioned. That’s why he has external wires on his head, without them he would literally shut down

There are doctors and hospitals, yes! Bots can get injured, so they need people who can treat them. But they aren’t called doctors, they’re called mechanics. Since they aren’t technically even doctors, they’re literally just mechanics who know robotics

3- Is there anything that Incognito has that our world doesn’t/anything Incognito doesn’t have?

Other than biological life, not really no. And even then, that does still exist just in very small quantities. Humans do still exist, as evidenced by Alice being a main character. And plants do exist in some places, but again spoilers. Animals exist in captivity in some places, like zoos, as they have been cloned and bred the same way humans are. All the technology that exists in Incognito that exists in the real world looks like what someone from the 80s would think “future” technology would look like. Think Back to the Future 2, or any cyberpunk media from the 80s. Incognito may lean heavier into synthwave, but it IS still cyberpunk. And one of the key elements of cyberpunk is retrofuturism, and its usually based around 80s aesthetics due to the pieces of media that formed the genre. So they have payphones, and wireless phones arent smartphones. Of course they also have holograms, its a weird mix of 80s futurism and general futurism. For transportation: cars! Cars from the 80s!! Cars that can fly!!! Think again, BTTYF 2. 

4- How can Stryke see through bots’ eyes? And how did he build his team?

Stryke is a security system, he has unlimited access to any and all technology in the Neon City (only in the city though, he can’t access anything outside of it’s borders). He’s sort of omnipresent, he can just tap into any camera he wants at any point. You could be having a conversation with him, and he could be watching a football game while also watching a bank robbery through the building’s security cameras. He’s just everywhere all at once, which is one of the things that makes him so dangerous. As for his team, he didn’t build them himself, but he basically commissioned them. They’re all AI, and they’ve all been around for a while. Each individual’s name is derived from a sequence of numbers and letters that tell you their model line and how many of them have been made. When one is destroyed, they’re just rebuilt and their “memories” are still intact

5- What are more differences between AI and robots?

There are none! AI is so advanced that it is literally impossible to tell if something is AI or not. This is why there are laws in place that control what an AI is allowed to look like. AIs aren’t allowed to have a visible EKG monitor for example, though many just get one installed illegally so they can pass as a bot

6- More info on worldbuilding:

The hierarchy in the neon city is capitalist hell. The rich are at the top, they don’t get taxed and live in luxury skyscrapers high in the clouds. They can get away with anything, bribing government officials is a very big thing. It is a corrupt system that preys on the lower classes, crime is rampant and the police are either ruthless or useless. AIs are only treated the worst because bots are afraid that they’ll get replaced by them. The lower classes have to work their asses off to survive, they have to pay to keep their bodies running smoothly. Many bots resort to stealing parts from scrap yards or looking through dumpsters for them, as they just can’t afford to upgrade themselves no matter how much they’re paid. It’s similar to the movie Robots in that sense, where wealthy bots are thriving and getting the best possibly upgrades, and poorer bots are forced to struggle to even function properly

[npdkondraki]

holds out mic. if the house md guys knew about scps which ones do you think theyd like

hi kutner sorry for taking an entire fucking week to answer your ask . looks away. Anyways. UM this is going under the cut its. SO LONG. listen i had A Moment ok.

house would enjoy 343 i think. but only bc itd either be INCREDIBLY pissed off about god being some laid back dude* (*it seems like the type of girl to be like "if you created me then why did you make me like this (derogatory)" sorta). not exactly related but if she knew about 500 she would call it fucking stupid and a cop-out for "actual doctors" but also like its usage. shes soo upset that they wont fucking share it even if they have "good" reasons for it imo. also she would be indifferent about 999 but HATEEEE the fact it works on her. also cuddy would use that to her advantage and force house to spend time with it like she just puts it in its office or something idfk man this paragraph is getting away from me i think. anyway she'd like 2029 by virtue of it fucking with her. itd appreciate the backhandedness i think. just the utter gall it has.

cameron... maybe 166. she'd feel sooo so so so fucking bad for her. they can be pen pals for like a couple months but i dont think the foundation would let her stay in contact for long bc cameron would ABSOLUTELY start trying to break her out so she can see the world. rip!!!! also 999. self explanatory i just think she'd like the funny slime who makes people happy. also 408 & josie .:-)

chase has a deep seated fear of 343 but is also Deeply obsessed with him. her catholic trauma swag is immense and fearful. i think she'd like cain though they can be friends .:-). wait actually branching off that she would feel SO bad for abel but also HATE HERRRRRR she does NOT!!! approve of the murder no matter how bad she feels for her situation. anyway maybe she'd enjoy 963? no real reasoning for that i just think she'd see a pretty amulet and become entranced by it

wait ok i forget the exact name but there is one hyperspecific fanon scp thats like . just the ENTIRE premise is that once you become aware of it you start to think you ARE it. i think its called like . chris . or some shit. just some REALLY boring white man name. foreman would like that one i think she would be SOOO fascinated by it. AND THEN SHE'D GET FUCKING GOT BY IT SELF-FULFILLING PROPHECY STYLE!!!! OH and also 6368 id say .:-). she'd like 202 also perhaps.... i dont really know Exactly what type of scps foreman would like but . she'd enjoy the mind altering ones maybe ?

wilson. 113. thats all i have to say about that. also 500 would DDDDDESTROY HER she'd be INSANE about it do NOT LET HER ASS NEAR IT she is GOING to steal it she is BANNED from going near it UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. 4999 would comfort her so much you dont even understand she loves that guy. i think she'd just appreciate someone being there so her patients arent alone when they die. <- she'd enjoy 999 for similar reasons too id say, esp w/ child patients. she would appreciate the comfort and joy they both bring. smiles .:-)

cuddy would like josie and would also be clinically fucking insane about meri, 053, and 239. any child scp really. she is so fucked up about all of them in ways you cannot imagine. also i dont trust her around 500. not for any real reason she'd just be really fucking sad about it i think. oh also she'd ALSO enjoy 113. Take A Guess Why!

THIRTEEN #1 847 ENJOYER!!!!!!!! also 4999 would fuck her up So Bad. also she, too, is insane about 500 for like. obvious reasons LOL LMFAO EVEN. And Also 113.

amber would like 049 by virtue of them both being cunty bitches. also another 2029 hater-lover. again by virtue of it clapping back at her. basically take everything from houses list and that can also go on hers. theyre the same person anyways. BUT!!!!!!!!!!! shed like 4999 too. wonder why that is . MOVING ON

kutner. josie. i dont need to explain this one. also uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. 113. 049 would fascinate her. shed like 343 just by virtue of how chill he is. honestly i think it'd get a kick out of 294. also she would think 7143-j is stupid and be obsessed with it for that. totally not projecting on that last one <- LIAR

i have no fucking clue what taub would like. maybe 847 or something. i genuinely dont even fucking know like i GUESS maybe hed like . 079. i guess ?????????????????

[grimescum]

another oc lore dump guraarghh !!!!! this time its for the umm. the purple haired nurse lady i posted a while back. shes about as fucked up as the rest of my doctor ocs so tread with caution (tw medical malpractice and such)

32, japanese

soft-spoken and quiet, she comes off as very polite and sweet for someone who mostly keeps to herself

it's very difficult to read her emotions. one might assume she lacks them entirely, but no. they're all just toned down. she dislikes letting her emotions get in the way of matters.

has always appreciated lolita fashion for how it made her feel something whenever she wore it. coming off as unassuming is only a bonus

wearing lolita fashion to work probably constitutes as several dress code violations, but her coworkers see her as nothing more than a kind, well-meaning woman, so they don't report her or anything (plus the patients love it)

she doesn't have a favorite color or food. if something serves no purpose to her then she can't bring herself to care. food is just food, she'll eat instant ramen most nights

her favorite movie, however, is human centipede. she won't murder you tonight /ref

she does absolutely fuck all when she's not at work. maybe she'll read a book or go online, but she doesn't really have friends or any major hobbies. it doesn't sadden her.

she does like anime, specifically 90s anime.

her lack of fear in getting caught almost reads as an unwavering confidence, when really, she just doesnt gaf at all. the second she's caught she's probably offing herself since not many things bring her the same joy as her current profession. she still puts a lot of care into not getting caught though

will bullshit some random excuse to perform surgeries. they're her favourite: hands on, relaxing (according to her), and a reliable means to "accidentally" place a foreign object within the patient's body

the most fucked up part about her is that she actually finds work relaxing and not exhausting

having x-rays done is her second favourite. she often keeps the scans for her own enjoyment, pinning them up on walls or carefully sketching drawings of the body down to the organ

she is a pervert; it does get her off, that's largely the reason why she does all of this. perversion, a desire for complete control over a person and her fascination regarding the human body. the reason why she acts on it is because she doesn't really care for the life she'd live if she didn't.

treats patients similarly to pets, street cats who keep coming back home. she's "sweet" if you don't question her or why she's the only doctor you've had or why theres a pair of scissors in your guts or why shes grabbing a saw

^ shes also weirdly enthusiastic, maybe even excited to have a patient in her grips. she'll offer to be their personal nurse or to have them sleep at her house. she'll casually tell them how she's so happy to see them and how healthy they look, asking them about their day, all that

she's not the type to resort to physical or emotional abuse (and she doesn't really need to regardless) but if she feels as though she has to in order to keep her patient coming back then she will

shaking my head dissaprovingly while i type so that u know i dont support her actions. shes very miss miseryguts, schadenfreude and the taste of a strawberry core

[tallymali]

When contemplating cosmetic surgery myself I've often fallen into this fear zone where I worry the relatively minor procedure won't fix that doubt in my head. That I'll have it done and then find something else on my body I'm unhappy with and that'll keep repeating until I end up as an art piece/sideshow exibit. So I end up doing nothing and deeply hung up about that one minor- to everyone else- thing.

I guess all I'm asking is do you ever have these thoughts too or if its just my crazy?

this was a long ramble so im putting it under a readmore!

i actually think those are really important thoughts to have! im no expert on anything but id honestly recommend a lot of therapy before pursuing any kind of procedure. ive had body dysmorphia for most of my life and ive also been in a LOT of therapy and i think the ability to differentiate dysmorphic/self-hating thoughts from genuine desires is a skill that can be learned, albeit through a lotttt of work lmao. in my personal experience the dysmorphia-based desire for procedures is very urgent, feels like the most important thing in the world, if i dont get the surgery to change this thing then im just gonna waste my life away being hideous. luckily ive been able to get that voice down to a sort of “background junk mail” that is made to be deleted.

throughout the therapy process ive really kept an eye on my self esteem in general and how i feel about my whole body. and ive definitely felt all around better about it. not in a “im so perfect and flawless!!!” way but moreso “my body is a normal human body and its never gonna be perfect but im mostly chill and content and calm about the way it looks”. ive pretty much lost the desire for all the procedures i previously wanted, all except for my boobs. nowadays i want them to keep looking like My Boobs but be tweaked in a way that makes them a more pleasant and enjoyable experience for me.

so the first thing im asking myself is how would i feel if i DIDNT get that boob procedure. and id be okay with that. theres nothing wrong with my boobs healthwise, they are regular boobs doing regular boob things, everything will be okay. i also very much WANT to take my sweet time thinking on it and maybe eventually having a bunch of consultations with different doctors and then thinking on it even more before deciding whether ill proceed or not. i conceptualise it as a helpful present to myself rather than a fix. im always checking in on these thoughts to see if they’re being tinted by the dysmorphia, and so far they are not.

so yeah, i apologise if none of this is all that relevant or helpful to you. i can really only speak for my own experiences. but yeah, you’re definitely not alone in that kind of thinking! id just definitely recommend therapy to really get to know those doubts in your head and find the best way to deal with them before making any physical changes

[roseposts-stuff]

hello dear people!!! i ranked series 1 of doctor who a few days ago and decided now it's time for series 2!!! as i said previously, my reviews are like 98% based on Vibes and im also a pretty positive person so it's probably like 90% "!!!! I LOVE THIS!!" lmao. anyway, lets go!!

1. The Girl in the Fireplace - this was great!!! i loved reinette and im ALWAYS ready for timey wimey bullshit, drunk ten gave crowley vibes i lived for that and also im a fan of the random horse go king, and ofc the story overall was rly interesting

2. School Reunion - SARAH JANE SMITH SARAH JANE SMITH!!! need i say more? i LOVE this episode i liked having mickey back and meeting sarah jane and love a tiny bit of doctor angst and like the general Vibe of this episode is so good its one of my comfort episodes i would do ANYTHING for this episode y'all!!!!!!

3. The Idiot's Lantern - listen folks listen i LOVED the boy he was sweet and i loved the story and im always down for humbling bigots i loved rose and 10 sm and the setting was cool and i loved the way it's shot this is also such a comfort episode for me man i love it

4. Fear Her - listen i think this is kinda controversial BUT I LOVE THIS EPISODE its also a comfort episode, i love rose's characterisation and i loved the family it was sweet and i think the importance of the song was beautiful and i liked the idea of drawings coming back to life and i loved the mundane setting sm, also im not a timepetals fan but this episode was so cute man

5. The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit - this story is SO GOOD the side characters are great and like my interpretation of the "satan" is that it's not necessarily like the _satan_ but a creature that is the idea for that like they say in the episode and like to me that's such a great thing, if i try to explain how i think about that, this post will become way too long so i won't, and i loved how 10 really was like i love humans and kinda reminded how everyone is amazing it was great

6. New Earth - I LOVE THIS EPISODE cassandra-rose and cassandra-doctor were great and i loved the story and the hopefulness and happiness of the ending i just love it so much

7. The Christmas Invasion - i rly like the story, it was great having harriet jones back and i loved how much mickey and jackie were in this, i liked the introduction to ten like baby, my son, you silly guy why are you quoting the lion king i absolutely adore you you silly little alien

8. Army of Ghosts/Doomsday - it was great having mickey back and the story is great, it had some funny moments i had a great time, visually i wasn't too much of a fan so that's part of why this is so low, like to me one important thing is the visual aesthetic, the ending was rly sad and i need people to talk more about the doomsday theme it's SO GOOD it's so haunting and beautiful i'm going insane fr

9. Rise of the Cybermen/The Age of Steel - i like this story but tbh i'm not a big fan, somehow the overall Vibe™ is just not slaying for me, like somehow im a huge cyberman hater i'm not sure why, and idk i'm just not the biggest fan of this

10. Tooth and Claw - idk i'm not a huge fan of this episode, it's enjoyable and i like it while watching but overall i'm not a fan of the story, i'm not one for werewolves so maybe that's why, rose's outfit ate tho slay queen i loved it

11. Love & Monsters - even tho this is the last one, i do like it on some level, LINDA was SO ADORABLE and if we had followed them being silly this would 100% be a story i really like and also jackie tyler was great, but i don't like the absorbaloff. i just dont. also the ending 😁 you do what 😁

there we are then!!! here are my opinions:D

[catty-words]

you seem to have really good grasp on nhie so i wanna ask you about ben's character. i guess my question is,,, why do you like him ?? LOL i dont really know how else to say it akljsfdjf. but ive always had a hard time reconciling with his character bc while i understand he & devi are supposed to be set up as a (lowkey affectionate) rivalry, sometimes some of the stuff his character says seems way off base to me. Like, the whole UN thing in the first episode which made devi cry & some of the comments he makes about her looks. i don't hate his character and i dont want to hate his character, so i guess i just want your perspective on him. hopefully so it enhances my enjoyment of the show. (if you dont feel like it its totally okay)

this is the most polite question of this nature i've ever received, bless your heart.

right off the bat, i'd say that part of my affection for ben is simply about natural inclination. i have a predisposed fondness for asshole characters who make me laugh with their assholery, of which ben is just one example. devi herself is another. and regardless of whether or not that archetype does it for you, you shouldn't feel like you have to logic yourself into liking ben in part because you enjoy my takes on the show and wanna understand them better. don't get me wrong, i'm incredibly touched and honored that you've come to me looking for more perspective on ben, but sometimes there is no getting around a knee-jerk reaction to a character. and i'll have no less fun interacting with you if you never end up seeing ben with the same affection that i do. basically what i'm saying is, there's no one right way to appreciate the series, and if your appreciation excludes ben gross entirely, i'm not gonna hold it against you.

that being said, since you did ask - a lot of, if not most of, my initial fondness for ben was because he's a reflection of devi. their whole rivalry isn't lowkey affectionate, i'd argue - at least not from the start. their dynamic for the first half of the season is much more about recognizing the self in the other (derogatory).

i mentioned above that they fit the same character archetype of loveable asshole - i get feeling more uncomfortable with the shitty things ben says to devi because she's our protagonist and, therefore, who we're aligned with and rooting for (plus there's also a racial component to ben mocking devi about her looks that does not reflect well on him) but there can be no denying that devi does give as good as she gets. on top of that, they both value status and a sharp wit, and they share an image consciousness that shapes their relationships - the ben/shira relationship is the shadow version of devi's pursuit of paxton.

because they have so much in common and because they've been locked in scholastic competition with each other for so long - paying such close attention to everything the other does - they accidentally know each other intimately. so, seeing the other for all that they are, they recognize a shared desperation to rise above their loserhood and have turned that, too, into a competition. who can do it better? who can do it faster?

it's especially fitting, the way they've set themselves up in competition for popularity, because their insecurities are also a mirror of each other. ben shouts as often as he can and as loud as he can about his wealth because that's the one thing that affords him access to the appearance of popularity. it's also, ironically, the thing that keeps any of his classmates from truly knowing him or enjoying his company. meanwhile, devi's overarching goal for the season is rebranding. she, too, wants to appear popular so she has a reason to stop listening to the voice in her head that tells her she's an unattractive loser. and seeing as ben rises quickly to any and all bait devi dangles about his appearance (ex. "i'm not skinny. i'm jacked" and "my doctor says [i'll grow a mustache] any day now"), it's not a stretch to read that he's so obnoxious about what little ground he's gained with the popular kids because he has the same voice inside his head saying he's an unattractive loser.

so, right. the UN thing. i'm not saying i see it as acceptable, but i do see the pathology underlying it - it's a self attack as much as it's a way to undermine devi's attempts to beat ben in the race to the top.

more than even that, though, it's not about ben at all. the only reason the comment can make devi cry is because ben said something she already fears is true about herself. it's the way ben reflects devi back to herself while pulling no punches - that special antagonist/protagonist relationship where they're specifically designed to get under each other's skin my beloved - that's the important component of the storytelling, not some essential nastiness in ben's character.

of course, ben's pov episode does a lot to reinforce that read - that it's not mean-spiritedness motivating the character, rather an unmet need for unconditional parental support - another way ben parallels devi. though for devi it's a new development and manifests in her grief and erratic behavior in the wake of mohan's passing, ben's situation is implied to be more long-term. it's the underlying reason for his constant obnoxiousness, this desire to be paid attention.

if there's one thing ben can always count on in his life, it's how being obnoxious at devi immediately earns him attention. so he plays up his role, because being devi's rival is a consistent touchstone of identity for him, more so than being howard and vivian's child. which is not to say that he gets a free pass for saying mean things. just that, saying mean things for the sake of being mean isn't who ben is. he wants to matter to someone, even if it's in a negative way.

so yeah. i don't agree with ben's methods, but i do find his motivation sympathetic. and i find his relationship with devi narratively compelling, particularly for the way it drives devi's actions. on top of that, i find his quick wit amusing, and - on a more shallow note - his ridiculous wardrobe endlessly endearing. he's my wretched, social-climbing son, and i love him. 💙

[botanical-feverdream]

Huntober: Safehouse

Homebase never did feel like home. Was it the security or the tap down everytime he wanted to enter the elevator down. Maybe it was the secrecy of it all. The secret chips and secret doors. Perhaps it was the sound. The place always sounded like a spaceship ever fighting the pressure of the entirity of the infinity. Metal clinging and noises he never really was able to place. Or was it the greatness of it all? Roderick had explored a lot of the underground facility. And still sometimes when he was tasked to follow some high standing conmanders he got to see new rooms, new doors and new elevators.

His favorite place had become that of the treasure department. Ever since his garden had been decommissioned the treasure department had filled the emptiness. Artifacts kept behind glass and rows and rows of books. Some were fictional others were taken from licks themselves and then there were a handful of wich nobody knew where to place it. Most however were so old that they were only allowed to be read in a specific room that was cleared of dust with gloves hanging from the wall.

Where the treasure department was calming and welcoming the med bay was very much the opposite. Its a place he would rather avoid but as an educated nurse and the only blank around he got called to it every now and then.

Med bay wasnt all medical care. Infact only a small part was med care. It had beds and monitors for the agents and soldiers that got injured on the field. Sadly most that got injured dont tend to make it back to base. The biggest part of the department was hidden away from most hunters. It was only accessible by those authorized wich meant for the most part high profile doctors and scientists. Though some priests also had a higher clearing. The medical experiment and research department (MERD by those working there) was tasked by running experiments on people, on hunters effected by kindred, unfortunate ghouls, blood of kindred and sometimes, however rarely, live kindred. As much as they could be seen as live specimens.

Roderick had been at the end of their many needles and tests. The worst kind were those with daylight. He hadnt known fear like that till he had to push his entire body in a corner to avoid the suns deadly light that was slowly creeping up on him. Burning him so harshly. It took him weeks to recover from it physically. Mentally he wasnt sure if he ever did. But no turns out sunscreen will not help against sun burns. Unfortunately. On the bright side, cut off limbs could infact be grown back he learned through a different experiment. Another memory as to why he hated the place.

As he past it he shook off the need to run. He didnt have to go to med bay today luckily. He was getting lead back to his own room. It wasnt big. It was just a simple white box with a bed a few books he took from the treasure department and a small terrarium. It wasnt much but it was more than he deserved.

When he arrived the guard unlocked his door and he was able to slip back in. The silence of his room was enjoyable as it always was. The lack of privacy of the one way mirror had stopped bothering him years ago. Now he just wondered who was tasked to watch him through the day time. He wish he could apologize to them for making them stay inside.

[a-place-to-come-back-to]

Please, wake up

(so i learned about the song “please, wake up” from @dontbecattyratty to which i said something along the lines of “dont be surprised if my next fic is a sickfic titled ‘please wake up’” so here we are.)

{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LamPrKyKe04 link to the song}

Badger was not a creature who took kindly to spontaneous visitors interrupting good book. He especially did not take kindly to spontaneous visitors who, after ringing his doorbell, knocked on the door in a manner that made it almost seem as if their goal was to break it down. So when that specific series of events unfolded one fall afternoon, after he had just settled by the fire with a book and a hot cup of tea, he was not pleased in the least bit. He stood up with a growl and marked the spot in his book before he stalked towards the door as the persistent knocking continued. No doubt it was one of the weasels who had nothing better to do than irritate him for their own enjoyment. “What is it?” he snapped as he opened the door with a jerk. To his surprise it was not a weasel, but a young rabbit who jumped at his suddenly appearance. “Oh! Uh, Mr. Badger, sir, Mr. Mole sent me, sir, he said it was important, sir,” he stammered out. “Well? Out with it,” Badger demanded. The rabbit nodded nervously. “He said to tell you that Mr. Ratty is really sick, and to please come quickly,” he hesitated before adding, “sir.” Badger could have sworn his heart stopped. 

“Thank you,” he said by way of dismissal, a touch sharper than intended. The little rabbit nodded again and scurried off. Badger squeezed his eyes shut and took a breath to try and sort through his emotions before he grabbed his coat and cane and went off. “Dad’s gotten worse,” Ratty said nervously when Badger finally opened the door for him. “How much worse?” “A lot. I—I don’t know what to do.” The eyes that dwelled in the woods followed him persistently with stifled sniggers as he hurried on his way until he whipped around and snarled, “not today!” into the abyss. Perhaps it was enough to frighten them away. Perhaps some of them saw the look of fear on his face and understood. Regardless, they melted back into the shadows abruptly, and let him be. Badger growled and tightened his grip on his cane. He very nearly ran to the house by the river—had he been a younger animal, there would have been no aches and pains to stop him, but he had to settle for a brisk walking pace instead. “The doctor’s almost through,” Toad said when he arrived. “Doctor?” Badger repeated hollowly. If he was already so bad that he needed a doctor... Mole nodded, swiping at his eyes. They were red and he clutched a damp handkerchief in his paw. Badger sank down into the armchair, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself. It didn’t work. Mole sniffled. The clock ticked. Toad sighed and glanced at Ratty’s room. They sat in silence for a long while—in reality, only a few minutes; to them, an eternity. The doctor stepped out of the room eventually. She was a sharp, competent looking stork, which did a small part to settle Badger’s nerves. They all sat upright, desperately awaiting her verdict. “I won’t lie, it doesn’t look good,” she said solemnly. Mole shrank back into the couch and wiped at his eyes again. Toad patted his shoulder comfortingly. “Do you know what... what’s wrong with him?” Toad asked. Dr. Stork sighed and pushed her glasses up on her beak. “Pneumonia, I’d say, and one of the worst cases I’ve seen. But he’s young and has a relatively strong immune system, so if he wakes up then—” “‘If?’” Badger echoed, feeling rather as though he had been punched in the stomach. Dr. Stork nodded with a sympathetic smile. “Yes, I’m afraid it’s more of an ‘if’ than a ‘when’ at this point,” she admitted, “but... well, it will all depend on tomorrow morning. There’s not anything else I can do at the moment, but I’ll be back tomorrow.” “I... I understand. Thank you, Doctor,” Badger said, sinking back into the chair numbly. After she left, Mole buried his face into his handkerchief, incoherent strings of self-reprimands pouring out of him. “I never should’ve believed him—said it was just allergies—stupid animal why did I ever—of course he was sick, the idiot—why didn’t I see—” “Now, now,” Toad interjected, uncharacteristically comforting and serious, “there’s no point in worrying about all that now. You know how Ratty is, he wouldn’t tell anyone if he broke every bone in his body.” Mole nodded and blew his nose miserably. “What happened?” Badger asked, finally finding his voice again. Mole shook his head helplessly and Toad shrugged in a way that was vaguely reminiscent of his usual apathetic state. “Apparently a few days ago Ratty came down with something, said it was just allergies. And then this morning... well, Mole came to me in a panic saying that he couldn’t wake Ratty, and we called for a doctor.” It was unnerving to see Toad without his usual bravado and arrogance, and it only added to the severity of the situation. Badger nodded before he stood from his chair abruptly and marched to Ratty’s room. He faltered in the doorway at the sight of the young animal stretched out on the bed, his chest faintly rising and falling. “Dad won’t wake up,” Ratty said hollowly when Badger walked into the house. “Is he...?” Ratty shrugged. “He won’t wake up,” he repeated, his shaking paws turning the hat in his hands over and over again. Badger shook himself slightly, pulling himself back to the present—which, admittedly, was almost worse than the past. This was Ratty, for goodness sakes, this wasn’t supposed to happen—if anything, he should be the one who was sick, he was old and weak and had lived more than his fair share. He desperately wished that he could somehow switch places with Ratty, somehow take the illness from him because it wasn’t right, he was too young, too full of life for something so unjust. His legs carried to the bed with jerky steps, almost as if in a dream—if only it could be, if only it could all be just a bad dream. “Oh, Ratty,” he murmured, his voice breaking as he sank down in the chair by the bed. He slid an arm under the limp animal and pulled him to his chest, tucking the small head under his chin. “Don’t do this to us, Ratty,” he whispered, “don’t do this to me. Please, please, wake up.” A choked sob found its way out of him and he shed a few tears into the head that was usually so full of life and laughter. He didn’t know how long he sat cradling the unresponsive animal, but he sat there even as his joints stiffened and began to ache, unwilling to lay Ratty back down; some desperate part of him chose to cling to the belief that as long as he was holding him, death couldn’t take Ratty from him too. After a quiet dinner that no one ate more than a few bites of, Mole slipped away to check on Ratty and came back later with his handkerchief even wetter than before. Toad silently offered him a bright green one that he gratefully accepted. They all sat up late—not in the way that one should sit up late when among friends, swapping stories and joking and laughing until their sides hurt. They sat in silence, the heavy, stifling air of fear suffocating the room. None of them were inclined to sleep, lest the morning should bring unwanted news, and each one had half an idea that if they just stayed awake, morning could never come—and neither could the worst. Badger had no doubt that had he been younger, his fears would have kept him up all night; but he was old and tired and as a result, the first to drop off. Unfortunately, he was also the first to wake. He laid in the chair for a bit, his anxious thoughts gladly taking advantage of his state to whisper to him that were he to enter the room, he would find only a shell of Ratty left. Eventually, he rose and braced himself for the worst. The journey to Ratty’s room was a slow one, and once he reached his destination he came to a stop in the doorway. For a moment, he was thrown back years ago to when he stood outside the door of his sick friend and saw his weak body laying on the bed. It was a cruel, sickening twist of irony that he should be put in the same situation years later with the son of the animal he was forced to watch wilt away from illness. He didn’t want to go in. If he didn’t go in then, no matter what, there was a chance that Ratty could still be breathing. “B’dger?” the figure on the bed mumbled, stirring a bit. A surge of relief flooded through the old animal, and he would have fallen down right there were it not for the support of the doorframe. “Ratty!” he gasped out, “you’re awake!” Ratty nodded weakly. “How do you feel?” “Like I got hit by a motorcar—Toad didn’t run me over, did he?” Badger couldn’t tell if it was an attempt at a joke or not, but he huffed a laugh all the same, feeling almost giddy with relief as he crossed the room and sank into the chair by the bed. “You got sick,” he reminded, suppressing a shudder as he remembered the previous evening. Ratty’s face creased with confusion for a moment before it cleared. “Oh,” he said after a moment, having the presence of mind to sound guilty. Badger’s paw found Ratty’s and gave it a small squeeze. “You should have told Mole how bad it was,” he scolded gently. Ratty shot him a wry smile. “Didn’t want to worry anyone,” he muttered. “Well, I’d say that backfired spectacularly,” Badger said, a sharp edge working its way into his words. Ratty ducked his head guiltily and Badger sighed. “We’ll talk more about this later,” he said, “the doctor will be here soon, and you should rest. Besides, Mole will probably have a few choice words for you later.” Ratty nodded drowsily and laid his head back down in the pillows. Badger smiled and gave his paw another squeeze before he left to deliver the good news to the others, his heart feeling lighter than air.

[golden-holland]

turning 20

so... the fact that im writing this on the 31 should say something. I turned 20 like two weeks ago and i didn't even have the time to think about it because i had an exam on the 21, multiple gifts to buy and also had to organize everything because my brother is staying at my tiny apartment with me. And honestly that's exactly how everyday where i was nineteen felt like. constant anxiety.

i feel like i changed so much this year. unlike what i wrote when i turned 19, i am not afraid of growing up without actually enjoying life and i am instead actively trying to enjoy life. which sounds weird, considering all the bad things that happened this year.

I moved to another city, i am now living alone, having to manage my own money and cooking for myself and also studying. all that was a process. but i was doing fine, or at least, what i could, till the second half of the year came.

my father got diagnosed with cancer. and it was horrible. the whole situation, from the doctors discovering something unusual to the day that they finally came to the conclusion that it was cancer to the first day of chemotherapy. it was all a horrible process. oh, and the countless times that he was hospitalized because his defenses were low. and they wouldn't let me in, or they would let me in but i had to stay for the whole day. and having people pity me... and out of anger, fighting with people who wanted to help me. everything was so draining.

there were a few good things that came out of me hitting rock bottom, and that is that i finally got a therapist. which sounds like something basic, but it really helped me. also, my social anxiety? it suddenly didn't matter when my dad needed his medicine. i don't know how, but i went from getting physically and mentally drained because i went to the store, to now going to different places and running errands because my parents needed my help. i of course still dont enjoy those places. i hate being around so many people and i hate having to talk to cashiers and getting nervous and freezing because of that. but i still do it. i wouldn't avoid those situations because i now couldn't. my dad couldn't wait two days, so i just had to do it. and i did them without giving them much thought.

i also got vaccinated and everyone who knows me would have assumed that it would have been the worst day of the year for me, but for some reason, i didn't even cry. i just looked away and that was it. i went from crying two days before getting vaccinated to just going and getting the shot. i mean, my dad was sick. i was so afraid i was going to cause him harm. my biggest guess is that that's why i just went for it. that's why unlike other times, instead of dreading vaccination day, i was looking forward to it. my intense big fear just... went away.

i still dont know any of my classmates at uni and i probably won't ever meet them because i have to retake (again) a course from first year, which means that i can't start my third year yet. so next year i will just take three courses. and as much as i feel bad about that, i have to remember and tell myself that i did what i could and that that's fine. also! this means that next year i can do other things like taking some art classes or something. 

my therapist helped me a lot to get through this whole year. im very proud of myself for asking for help. i also feel regretful that i tried to close myself off, and in the process alienated my friends who tried to help me. but i guess that i did what i could at the moment. i think life is about that, trying your best. which is why, instead of trying to be the best, im trying to do what i can and trying to be satisfied with what i have.

bitterness haunted me this year. i was so angry. why is this happening TO ME? how come no one is struggling LIKE ME? why can't I ENJOY life? but the questions that i should've been asking were “how can i make the present more enjoyable?” or “is this situation really as bad as i think it is?”. i have always been an over thinker. and this year? this year was rough. all i could think about were the million ways in which i was going to lose my father. which hasn't yet happened. because the only treatment available for his type of cancer is actually working. and i should be glad. and i am. and i am trying to enjoy the present as much as i can.

nineteen-year-old me, please know that you did well. im very proud of you for doing what you could.

december 31, 2020

[kirishwima]

Heeeeey you miss me? 🥰 I’m in a funk currently and need some cute headcanons for the RFA and Seran. (Situation: MC worked themselves to near death, so now they’re taking a few weeks to recover from over working. How would the RFA [individually] respond??) Dont feel pressured to, do it if your able. Thanks love! ~Corvus

awe hey fluff!! I’m replying this a little late, but hope it’ll still cheer you up a little!! Hang in there ^^

YOOSUNG:

* He’d noticed MC has been more tired than usual, how they’d come home from work a sluggish mess, refusing to even drink or eat anything-merely dropping onto the couch and falling asleep within minutes.

* Yoosung was so worried, but he didn’t know what to do-of course he took care of MC whilst they were home, cooking them dinner and sitting with them to keep them awake until they ate at least a little bit, carrying them to bed when they fell asleep on the couch...he tried telling them to take a break from their work for a few days, but MC wouldn’t hear it, insisting they had to keep going as much as they could.

* Well, the day they’d crash came sooner than they’d think-one moment they were fine, working like usual, the next they were passed out cold on the floor, their co-workers rushing around them and frantically calling an ambulance.

* Luckily MC had assigned Yoosung as their emergency contact so he immediatly got a call from the hospital about MC’s condition-even though he was in class, at that moment he shot out of the lecture room, running to the hospital until his knees gave out. 

* The doctors explained the situation to him-a mix of burnout syndrome with dehydration, which led to a perfect combo of MC’s blood pressure dropping low enough to make them dizzy and pass out. 

* They explained to him that MC would need to take at least a couple of weeks off of work to recover, that they should rest as much as possible and try to relax-think about their work as little as possible, do some more enjoyable activities when they have the strength to.

* Yoosung took every word of the doctors to heart-once he took MC back home, he called his university to say he’d be unable to attend classes for a few days, and spent his time looking after MC-from making sure they’re drinking water every hour, to eating three full meals a day and relaxing in bed-the moment they tried to get up to do some chores he’d pick them up and carry them back to bed with a disapproving frown-MC giggled, but didn’t tell him how much like a mom he felt at that instant. 

* They were just grateful to have a boyfriend that cared so much about them.

ZEN:

* Being a fellow work-a-holic, he’s been through burnout syndrome more than a couple times-so when he saw MC’s fatigue, how they’d barely have the energy to talk when they came back home, he knew instantly what’s up.

* He begged MC to take some time off, but they simply shook their head with a tired smile, telling him it’d be fine, that they would be good as new after a goodnight’s rest.

* Well, MC couldn’t be more wrong. See, when you’re stressed to the bone, your body reacts, of course it does. And one of the ways it reacts is to lower its immune system, making you all the more prone to colds and flus.

* By morning, when Zen shifted in bed to caress MC’s cheek and gently wake them up, he found their skin burning, a clammy sheen of sweat on their forehead. 

* Scared, he shook them awake, jumping out of bed to look around for a thermometer. MC was drowsy and woke up with a hacking dry cough, one they had for a few days now but kept trying to surpress when around Zen.

* Sure enough, MC was burning up. Without a second thought, Zen picked MC up like a ragged doll, helped them get changed and dressed into something warm, and dashed them to the emergency room, catching the eye of every doctor and nurse in there.

* It took little time for a doctor to examine MC-the problem was clear, they had a bad cold, but it was more than that, the doctor informed Zen. They seemed way more fatigued than the average cold should turn them into, and their blood results were a mess-everything was in the lows, along with more medical jargon Zen didn’t really understand-he just wanted to know what’s wrong with his MC, asap.

* “To put it simply”, the doctor continued, MC’s lab results in their hands, “given the hours they told us they’ve been working, it’s most likely they’ve been suffering from burnout syndrome, which eventually led to them getting this seasonal flu. They’ll be fine, we’ll prescribe some mild medications for the cough and fever, and with enough rest they should make a speedy recovery.”

* Zen was the gentlest he could be whilst watching over MC until their cold passed-he was the one to call their workspace and tell everyone about their condition, and then called his own workspace-MC begged him to go to work as usual, they’d hate to be the cause of him missing a role-but Zen shooed their worries away with a quick kiss.

* “Your well-being is more important than any role could ever be baby” he promised them, and it was true-nothing mattered to him more than MC. And he’d make sure to prove that to them in the upcoming days.

JAEHEE:

* Honestly, Jaehee’s no fool-of course she’s worked herself to the point of passing out before, and she’d be damned if she let the same thing happen to her MC.

* The moment MC came home a tired sleepy mess two days in a row, Jaehee knew they’d be on the downhill of fatigue and burnout within a matter of days. She explained all that to MC, who was slouched on the couch with their eyes half-shut, but MC tried to brush it away as nonsense.

* Well, Jaehee wouldn’t have it. She apologised to MC, but leaned over MC on the couch, snaking her hands around their waist...

* ...and snatched MC’s phone from their back pocket. She sent a short yet polite message to MC’s workspace about their condition and how they’d be unable to go to work for a few days, even though MC groaned and grumbled about it for hours, but soon enough their boss replied, saying it’s fine as they gave a heads-up notice, and that someone else would be replacing them for a few days.

* Jahee still had to go to work as usual, but before she left in the morning, she made sure there’s a hearty breakfast ready for MC along with grinded coffee beans, and told Jumin about the situation so she could leave work earlier than usual to go back to MC-say what you will about Jumin, but he also cared about his friends’ well-being, and of course allowed Jaehee to leave, even telling her if she can work from home she’s more than welcome to not come into the office the next day.

* Jaehe took Jumin’s offer, and the next morning when MC woke up, they woke up to the pleasant scent of coffee and waffles, and as they staggered into the kitchen they saw the loveliest of sights-Jaehee, an apron tied around her waist, the sun beaming through as she cooked and hummed a happy tune, her lips pursed into a small smile.

* MC couldn’t help it-they were so in love with this woman, they just had to dash up to her and wrap their arms around her waist, kiss the heck out of her as a thank you for everything; and Jaehee’s little shy giggle only made their heart flutter further.

JUMIN:

* He wasn’t home for a couple of days as he was also busy with work, so he wasn’t there to see MC’s condition deteriorate-how their work hours lengthened, how they came home dead to the world each night.

* Of course he talked with them via texts daily, and they seemed as cheerful as usual in their messages-he’d love nothing more than to call MC and hear their voice, but as they were busy and he had a day packed with meetings, he never got the chance to.

* One day his phone rang from an odd number-it was Yoosung, and before picking up, he noticed the flutter of notifications from the RFA messenger on his phone, wondering what this’d be about.

* Yoosung was frantic on the phone-he told Jumin how they’d been looking for MC all day and they wouldn’t reply to anyone’s texts, and that when they decided to check MC’s workspace, they found out from their co-workers that MC had passed out during their shift and was rushed to the hospital where they were at right now, the whole RFA there with them.

* Jumin dropped everything. In that instant, that was the very first time he felt this breath-shuddering feeling, the one that makes your heart still-fear. 

* He ran out of the conference room and into the car-he didn’t even wait for Driver Kim to come drive him, no, he instead grabbed the car and drove like a madman to the hospital, nearly crashing at every turn, and definitely bumping into another car whilst parking-he didn’t care, not right then, when his MC was in danger, their life on the line-

* Well, okay, their life wasn’t really on the line, but for Jumin, any little thing that could happen to MC was life-or-death to him.

* He ran to their room, and found MC, awake and alert albeit a little tired, the rest of the RFA gathered around them-they had an IV hooked to their arm, but otherwise they seemed okay.

* He collapsed beside them on his knees as he saw their small smile, hiding his face in his hands. 

* “I was so worried..” he whispered to himself, and only looked up when he felt MC shift and run their free hand through his hair; they seemed sad even though they were smiling down at him.

* “I’m sorry I worried you” they said and Jumin shook his head, grabbing their hand in his and kissing their wrist.

* “No, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I promise you, I’ll never leave you alone again. Never.”

* He wasn’t exaggerating-the moment MC was back in the penthouse he took two weeks off, and called MC’s work to tell them they’d be resting for the following month-and well, no one could say anything to one Jumin Han, now could they?

* He spent mornings cooking them both breakfast, something he was surprisingly good at-he’d bring MC fresh tea and breakfast in bed, would spend the day with them and made sure they were resting while he caught up with what work he could on his computer.

* He’d never admit how scared he was, but MC knew-there was no need for words. They took care of him as much as he took care of them, and slowly, they’d both be able to put this behind them-and MC vowed they’d care for themself more, for Jumin’s sake at least.

SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:

* He got worried when MC came home from work silent as a mouse for a few days, barely nodding to him in response to his greetings. They seemed so tired, they refused to eat and simply staggered up to their bedroom to fall asleep in their day clothes, much to Seven’s dismay-he hated seeing MC like that, but he had no idea what to do.

* One morning he woke up later than usual, which was normal-MC had to get up earlier for work, but with his scedhule being as flexible as it was, he’d sometimes wake up with them, or sometimes he’d sleep in, after workign late into the night.

* Only this time as he woke, he felt MC still sleeping next to him-but it was a workday. Did they oversleep? Should he wake them?

* Gingerly, he shook MC awake, and his heart got caught in his throat-though they were breathing, as much as he shook them MC wouldn’t rouse. He ended up pinching them to get a reaction, and even then it was barely a small groan, their eyes fluttering half-open.

* “Baby, are you okay?? What’s wrong?!” he asked, cuppign their face between his hands.

* MC seemed deleriously drowsy. “I’m-I can’t move I’m so-tired” they trailed off, their eyes fluttering back shut.

* Seven frowned. He didn’t know what to do, so he decided to consult the internet while he let MC sleep some more-their symptoms seemed to match up with burnout syndrome, something he’d experienced often too, after days of being wide awake and working away on his laptop.

* He decided to let MC sleep in, and messaged their work through MC’s phone to let them know they were sick and would have to stay home for a few days.  

* By late afternoon, MC woke up-they were still drowsy, and more than panicked when they checked the time-but Seven was there to calm them down, running his hand through their hair as he gave them a cup of tea to drink.

* For the next few days he took care of them in every way he knew, how he once took care of his beloved twin-he’d make sure they ate properly, that they drank enough water, and when they seemed a little better, that they took a walk out together for fresh air.

* He’d never show MC how scared he was; but with the way MC held his hand, squeezing tight, he knew they knew. And he knew they’d never let their health get this bad ever again. 

SAERAN/RAY/UNKNOWN:

* Honestly, he’d been nagging at MC for days on end to take it easy-they’d been coming home from work so tired, and it broke his heart to see them this way. He tried to talk to them, firm but gentle when he said they should take it easy, but MC merely brushed him off, insisting they’d be fine-they could take care of their health.

* Well, if that’s the way they wanted it, fine-Saeran wouldn’t intervene. He simply kept a watchful eye on them.

* Until one day, as MC staggered back home from work, their gait unsteady-the moment Saeran came to greet them at the door and took in their disshelved state, he knew something was wrong.

* He had little time to react-one moment they were standing there, their hand on the door, the next they were falling to the floor like a raggedy doll, and Saeran barely managed to dash and catch them before their head hit the floor;

* He was panicked, his eyes wide, his heartbeat stammering in his chest-but instinctively, he knew what to do.

* A short while later MC fluttered their eyes open, taking in their surroundings-they were on the couch laying down, yet in their peripheral vision they could see Saeran-he was sitting beside them, holding their legs up from the knees, his face the picture of panic.

* When he saw MC awoke he let their legs fall, leaning over them to cusp their face. “MC? Are you alright? Can you hear me?”

* MC nodded, weak but alert. Saeran sighed, relief flooding him as he leaned his head onto MC’s belly, letting his shuddering breath and tear-filled eyes hide on the fabric of their shirt.

* “I’ll call your work. You’re staying home for the remaining week, wether you want to or not”. He tried to sound convincingly menacing, yet the tremor of his voice betrayed him. MC nodded nontheless-it was the first time they saw Saeran this shaken up, and they didn’t want to make him feel any worse.

* He looked up, letting MC see his reddened eyes. “Don’t do that again please just-you mean so much to me. I can’t MC, please don’t-please look after yourself. Please.”

* MC tried to sit up-Saeran shifted to stop them at first, but when they frowned at him he sighed, helping them sit up on the couch. They brought their hands around his neck, one sliding down to his back as they laid their head on the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry”, they whispered on his skin.

* Saeran shook. “No, no don’t be sorry-Just be healthy. Please, that’s all I ask of you. Don’t leave me.”

* “Never Sae, I’ll never leave you-we’ll stay home together for a few days, gather our strength. How’s that sound?”

* Saeran shifted away from them, eyeing them with a small tired smile. “Yeah. Yeah” he said as he leaned close, kissing their lips between every few words “I’ll take good care of you MC. I’ll nurse you back to full health, I promise.”

* And he did. He’d cook them meals, even though most ended up burnt or undercooked-MC loved them nontheless. He’d bring them flowers from the garden and sit beside them in bed as they talked for hours, would watch over MC when they fell asleep midway through a conversation-his heart stilled until he heart their breathing even out, scared every time they went silent. 

* And thye’d get better. Healthy again, back to the bright MC Saeran loved. And they’d thank him for taking such good care of them, but Saeran would shake his head with a blush, insisting he did nothing-he was just glad MC was okay.

* “I love you”, was the underlying message, but neither of them had to say it-they knew already. They knew.

-send me a mystic messenger headcanon/prompt for characters reactions!-

[zuffer-weird-girl]

can you do fan fic about 9 year old kaito talking to mimic about like angst stuff and hugging mimic and mimic becomes soft boi for kaito? pls

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The kid simply sitted down on his bed and hugged his plushie close to him... not liking one bit the unusual feeling of loneliness, the worry about his sister and neither after the story that he just listened to about his dad....

Actually, he just overheard some conversation that was running along with his uncle and grandpa... but it wasn't pretty either.

He listened to how his dad was once treated by some woman and men he didn't know of or something; the pain and huge accidents him and his mom had to go through. And the cherry in top? Kin has been sick for a few weeks already... so his parents weren't at their most stable mental state, especially his dad.

He knew and had talked about his parents that Kin needed sometimes more attention like right now, but he just felt so down... so alone.

He didn't like this. Where are them? What if they got hurt? What if Kin got hurt?... what if neither of you comes back?

He clinged even more as some water drops escaped his eyes... how dad got thorigh this was a miracle...

What was he saying it? Dad went worse than this...

"Oi, mini creation of Overhaul. The boss told me to-" Mimic stoped talking immediately when he saw Kaito's serious eyes with some tears on it "The fuCK HapPEnEd?! WaS It-?!"

"No. Dont worry Irinaka..." Kaito wiped his tears away with a sad pout as he layed his plush back again on the bed and got up "Is something wrong?"

"Oi. Little shit." He blocked Kaito's way out of the room, staring at him "Stop acting like your dad just for this time will ya? What the fuck happened?"

Kaito merely looked at Irinaka with serious eyes, mumbling a 'swear jar' and being completely ignored.

"Spill it out brat. I bet the boss isn't going to be happy to find one of his sucessors crying for.. whatever it is."

"... Is a bunch of things... I wont waste your time with it-" the kid yelped when Mimic just yanked him out of the ground and throw him on the bed.

"Wsste my time and I will he voicing it out loud little punk." He layed his side on the wall as he stared down at the kid, his human form always much more enjoyable to be while talking.

"Okay I guess..." Kaito mumbled "My dad... is pretty strong.. right?"

"Hella strong punk. That man can even kil- destroy a house." He corrected himself immediately.

"My mom is also strong...?"

"If she is married with Overhaul and survived both pregnancies yeah. Besides she got kidnap- whacha trying to point?" He changed the subjects, sighing in relief at seing the usual curious as fuck brat didn't bother to press him further.

"... they will come back right? No one can hurt them.... right?" Teh kid looked up at Irinaka with uncertain and fear on those eyes, catching Mimic out of guard since the brat was usually like Overhaul in most cases.

"Course little punk. Your parents just went with your sister to the doctor's god's sake." Kaito lowered hsi head with a nod "What? Afraid that they left you or something?"

"It happened with daddy once..." now Mimic froze at that "It happened. I caught grandpa and uncle talking about it... Daddy was left alone when he was almost the same age as me and if not even younger..."

... he needed to tell the boss to be more careful with the chatting around here... actually, everyone he needed to allert.

"Listen kid." Irinaka sighed a bit uncomfortable "Your dad's life was a bit... different as a brat. But you are different. Many ways."

"How so?"

"...maybe is better to ask someone else... or your parents."

He is already praying that Overhaul has a bit of mercy on his soul and that his wife and Pops can convince Chisaki of not killing him.

"... one last?" He grunted. "Is-Is my sister going to survive?"

Kaito almost choked up on his last word, scaring Mimic even more... THIS CHILD WAS A COMBUST OF SADNESS SOMEONE HELP HIM.

"S-She is been sick for a few days now, and haven't got any better... I think is my fault, I didn't liked her but now that I do she is going away?" Kaito aniffled before going to wipe his tears.

Ah shit.

Mimic breathed in and out before using his quirk and going into that form of his, sitting right besides Kaito and as already expected... the kid clinged onto him.

"There there. Overhaul wouldn't like to see his brat crying." He latted awkwardly Kaito's back as the child sniffled and only after a few seconds fell asleep.

He would explain the situation to Pops later...

[mortuarybees]

87! i need recs :0

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

Actually since we’re all quarantined and I’m sure everyone needs some recs and also i was asked for a list of movie recs months ago and never finished it jfldksfjds ill give u a whole list, divided into gay and not gay

Gay:

Comedies

But I’m A Cheerleader

The Birdcage

Love, Simon

GBF

Dramas/Not Comedies or Historical ?

God’s Own Country

The Way He Looks

Moonlight

Handsome Devil

Rafiki

Listen...............I rewatched brokeback mountain a few days ago and i read so many fics ive forgotten how awful it is so listen. i recommend doing the same)

FRIED GREEN TOMATOES ISNT TECHNICALLY GAY I GUESS BUT IT IS. IT IS. it’s the only non-explicitly gay movie in the gay section but that’s how strongly i feel about this jfldksfjdsf

Historical/Period

Pride (2014)

Maurice

Colette

Milk

Wilde

The Favourite

Orlando

Wilde

Tell It to the Bees

Vita and Virginia (I had some conflicted feelings about it but ultimately it’s a movie about virginia which is explicit about her relationship with vita what can i say im a sucker)

Not Gay:

Kids/Lighthearted

Howls Moving Castle (Studio Ghibli)

Princess Mononoke (Studio Ghibli)

Ponyo (Studio Ghibli)

Spirited Away (Studio Ghibli)

PaddiNGTON AND PADDINGTON 2

Tucker and Dale vs Evil: listen okay i was like 10 when this came out a hick in arkansas a horror movie fanatic and obsessed with firefly it was made for me and i fuckin loved it okay. i dont know if I still stand by it bc i havent watched it in a couple years but there’s parts that when i think of them i still crack up fjkdlsfjs

The Secret of Nimh

Dramas/Action/Etc

Sorry to Bother You

Gone Girl

Phantom Thread (altho tbh without the meme environment around its release idk if it would still be so enjoyable jflkdsfjdslf hit up the tag first i guess)

Knives Out

Pacific Rim and hot take Pacific Rim 2 john boyega carried the entire film on his shoulders

Made in Dagenham

I, Tonya

Lady Bird

The Big Short

Practical Magic

The Shape of Water

Horror

Midsommar

Get Out

Hereditary

The Witch

Us

A Quiet Place

The Invitation

The Boy if your worst fear like mine is someone living in your house undetected

The Haunting (1963)

Crimson Peak (does it count??)

Creature From the Black Lagoon (double does it count???? it was my favorite movie as a kid so to me it’s like. kids/light hearted jflkdsfjsd)

The Ritual

Period Pieces

Pride and Prejudice (2007)

Marie Antoinette (2006)

The Duchess

Atonement

Sense and Sensibility (1995)

Belle

Far From the Madding Crowd (2015)

Dunkirk

Wuthering Heights (1939)

the other boleyn girl is such pure fkcing trash but i watched it as a kid and loved it so it’s my trash

Casablanca

Mary Queen of Scots was good dont @ me

Productions

this ten minute highlight reel from dallas les mis is still the best production dont fkcing @ me

Romeo and Juliet (1996)

david tennant hamlet.........

hamlet in rock

Hamlet at Elsinore

Doctor Faustus with arthur darvill

Angels in America with andrew garfield

david tennant and catherine tate Much Ado

David Tennant Richard II

Movies I’m Looking Forward To Watching In Quarantine:

The Lighthouse

Little Women (2019)

Parasite

Wild Nights With Emily

1917

Jojo Rabbit

Downton Abbey movie

Harriet