#but i always feel a little ashamed

[mister13eyond]

also please forgive my unhinged rambling attempts to explain how i can feel exactly as positive about something as i did previously but it no longer occupies the Hyperfixation Zone, i know it's probably incomprehensible and i always feel like i'm Letting People Down when the hyperfixation ebbs into normal enjoyment

especially since i Still Love a lot of the things I was hyperfixated on, I just don't have that same Creative Itch about them? like 'wow this piece of media will stay with me forever and shaped me as a person. but the imaginary switch in my brain that fueled the unhinged creative machine about it has now clicked off through no decision of my own and i can no longer Make Stuff about it.'

[magicpiano]

AU where the justice league finds out that Captain Marvel is homeless. Not Billy, they still have no idea about the captain's secret identity, but the Captain.

Maybe they were discussing a case or something, and he says something that is just a little too knowledgeable. Something only someone who has been there would know. He tries to backtrack when he realizes that he said too much, tries to explain that getting a job and an apartment is hard when you do hero work which doesn't pay (and hopes they don't find out the real reason he can't get a job is because no one will hire a kid).

The league comes to the conclusion the reason he is so secretive about his identity is because he is ashamed he is homeless. Naturally, everyone immediately feels super bad about this and tries to help him much to his dismay.

Identity shenanigans ensue.

[screamingcrows]

what about 17 with dottore bestie? 👀

Bestie I was gonna randomise the prompts buuuut it's a great prompt so I'm doing it 💙 "There is a fine line between stupid and genius"

It's established relationship kinda? There's a very tasteless plot point lmao, drugging in a sense but it's not reader on the receiving end.

Steam caressed your skin as you brought the cup to your lips, eyes focused on the man in front of you. You saw him swallow once, twice, before setting down the fragile procelain with more care than he usually showed you.

It was a rare occasion that you both have time to sit down, nevermind the nerves swirling around in your gut. It was fifteen minutes before The Regrator would arrive. Fifteen minutes before the future of your project, and in turn your position under Dottore, would be determined.

"You're afraid," Dottore's voice was gruff, taking another sip before continuing, "he will know the moment he steps foot in here, and you'll be all the more sorry for it. He despises people who fail to keep a level head."

A frown tugged at your lips, trying to will your hands to stop their incessant trembling.

"But-"

"Don't start on that," the dismissal in Dottore's voice had you feeling like a scolded child, "Pantalone is well aware of his own hypocrisy, pointing it out will only sour his mood further."

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and mentally trying to get all the important pointers in order. Dottore had made you rehearse those three minutes over and over to the point where you swore they must've been burned into your mind.

"Good, deep breaths. The tea is brewed to his tastes, I've handed in all reports in a timely manner as of late, he's sustained no significant losses, the beast should be as agreeable as he gets."

The sight of your rough sketches spread across the wooden coffee table made you wince. Were the measurements off? Did they even have use for a weapon like this?

It didn't look particularly presentable either, the graphite lines smudged in several places. Your fingertips brushed against them, trying to reassure yourself that Dottore had encouraged this, and he wouldn't entertain poorly thought out ideas.

"What if he refuses to fund it?"

"We've already discussed this, you retain your current position and-"

"And I can try to polish it before attempting again..."

Hail clattered against the window, the dark skies outside perfectly encapsulating your current hopes. It wasn't so much that you wanted to be Dottore's equal, you weren't delusional enough to think it possible, but the chance of seeing pride warm his garnet eyes once more had your stomach doing flips.

Before you could slip further into the trenches of your mind, you felt the couch dip and the familiar heat of his body against yours, an arm unceremoniously circling your shoulders and tugging.

"A rejected project isn't the end of the world."

Dottore gave your shoulder a small squeeze, a little too tight to be comfortable, and you had to hold back a chuckle at his somewhat endearing attempt. Resting your head atop his shoulder did help to soothe your nerves, if only-

"Can't you do the talking? You know the technical details as well as I and have more experience negotiating with him, not to mention the question of rank-"

"And how do you hope to get experience if you refuse to try? I said that I'd support you, not that I'd coddle you," there was a sternness to his voice that would've made your toes curl in any other situation, "and in the unlikely situation he brushes you off due to rank..."

Your shoulders slumped as you curled a little closer, eyes drifting back to the golden liquid swirling in the fine porcelain.

"Then I watch him drink his tea and regret it."

Dottore's fingers were wrapped around your chin before another heartbeat could pass, digging into the soft skin as he angled your head upwards, the beaked mask nearly taking your eye out.

"What?"

How you wished he hadn't put on the mask yet, seeing his eyes widen in disbelief was such a rare occurrence, and from how his chapped lips had parted, you'd wager disbelief would shine clearly in them.

"You said we'd get back at him if he was mean, so I did some preliminary work," a small chuckle left your lips along with some of the unease that had gnawed at your bones.

Right. You would have the last laugh no matter what.

"I- that," Dottore fumbled for but a moment before letting out an almost tired growl, "what did you do?"

Small giggles rippled through your body as he pushed you to the side, reaching forward to snatch a cup. You could see him bring it to his lips, this time inhaling the steam.

"I didn't poison it, not really anyway, just added a laxative."

The snort that left you was downright disgraceful, but little did you care, not when The Second jolted as he did, almost sending the cup flying before turning to you with a sneer.

"There is a fine line between stupid and genius, and this, darling, has to be the most idiotic thing you've done. We have been drinking it as well," he practically spat out the words, only encouraging your amusement.

Seeing him this frustrated was well worth the trouble of having kept the petty revenge plan secret. You simply grinned, wiping tears from your eyes as his hand tangled gently in your hair, the subtle concern for not messing up your appearance right now making your heart flutter. The punishment for keeping him in the dark would come later and be all the sweeter for it.

"It's not in it's active form, it won't work unless the catalyst is also consumed," you gestured to the plate of sweets atop the table, "so we have nothing to worry about. I haven't had any tea, so I'll eat some and offer him if it comes to it. You simply pass and we'll be safe."

The groan that slipped past Dottore's lips had warmth blooming in your chest, his hand loosening it's grasp before gently stroking your hair. Decently proud of the little insurance, you relished in seeing how his frustration died out, and the fond tone of his voice.

"Little vixen..."

You leaned into the touch of his gloved hand as it came down to fondly hold your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin.

The loud knocks against the heavy door was enough to have every muscle in your body tensing, every shred of confidence slipping through your fingers as Dottore rose to open it.

You saw him grasp the handle and look back at you, signature grin in place, baring the pointed teeth that so often left marks in your flesh.

"Well? Do we greet a Harbinger sitting down?"

Frantically you scrambled to stand at attention, nearly knocking over the table in the process, the sound of Dottore's rumbling laughter when he opened the door doing little to make your now prominent blush fade.

[softandsleepyboy]

To anyone who needs to hear this:

There is no shame in being childish or naive

There's no shame in liking media that is meant for kids

There is no shame in using things that people say you are "too old for"

There is no shame in playing with toys or games

There is no shame in needing help from the people who love you

There is no shame in falling apart, no shame in crying and needing comfort

There is no shame in regressing!

I know it's hard when people are judgmental, but you don't deserve the shame you feel. As long as you aren't harming yourself or the people around you, then what you do for enjoyment or comfort is nothing to be ashamed of and honestly, no one else's business. Life is often hard and sad, and if you've found something that makes it even a little easier, then that's wonderful! Don't let others shame you into misery.

[skunkes]

the bad: i have been raised without much warmth from my parents in childhood, but also pressured to conform to familial authority, doubt myself always, and value familial connections above all else (<- failed at this, and feel guilt about it.)

but also in experiencing this i have been so isolated from the entire rest of the world and others, that it will be nearly impossible to create my own "family" -> find safety and comfort in anybody else once my family is Gone. despite dis i find it really difficult to break away from the familiar, disobey and disappoint, because, well, why are my wishes more important than anybody else's. why would I cause upset and distress in anybody, and exert so much effort into my doubt filled half decisions, for my meaningless little Wishes. being away would also mean less time with these people who I'll never see again once they're gone. being raised this way is definitely paying off for those who did so.

the good: yaaaay adjacent inspiration for writing talon lore

[worldsewage]

"much to Valentine’s dismay." oohhg can I know more...I got a bowl of rice to offer

Valentine is an Octarian elite who has no interest in abandoning her role as such, she is undyingly loyal to the Octarian Army and excelled in military school and was placed in a school designed for elites, she was constructing weapons for as long as she can remember and has ZERO thoughts of ever abandoning the domes. She has made something of herself here and she has issues with communication and comes off blunt and aggressive at times so she struggles keeping/making friends, so the approval of her superiors and the trust the army puts in her is a love good enough for her.

Until Satua, at least.

Valentine, also, has no idea how they found themself in the metro, she woke up with a sense of urgency and a few strange blank memories that made her piece together— with Craig telling her he needs help— that she (probably) needs to act, and help the people around her in order to save something. She has no idea what, and has a building frustration inside her that she can’t name. She thinks she’s doing something bigger than herself. She acts, for a moment, as a hero— an agent 8 in the metro, she plays into this role and feels angry and needed and vital, then more of her memories come back and she gets hit with the Guilt… feeling like a bystander who is trapped inside their own body, watching themselves do and say things they can’t control as her memories idly return, clueing her into the person she is, or was.

[phagodyke]

the masculine urge to take a saucepan off thr draining board and bash myself repeatedly over the head with it until I pass out and no longer have to experience feeling Bad 😍

[valewritessss]

In honor of my period coming two fucking days early, here’s a menstruation based pjo question.

Who do we think has the worst cramps vs who do we think is one of those lucky ducks who have minimal bleeding and little to no cramps?

[boxfullaturtles]

Vaccinate your Casey, please? I’m not immune to the good good future boy

Me either tbh

This was another "Tales from the Med Bay" I started before getting my BTHB card.

So I know other people have touched on this topic but Casey came from an apocalyptic future where people kind of had other things to worry about besides the common cold. And while CJ's likely got some immunity against some wild stuff, his body likely doesn't have the knowledge to fight contemporary bacteria and viruses. So naturally, he needs his shots. Problem is, CJ doesn't like needles or being stuck in the med bay. So he hides and tries to avoid the inevitable as much as possible. This will eventually be some nice Raph and CJ bonding because Raph also doesn't like the med bay and is terrified of needles in my Med Bay series.

Here's a little bit I wrote before I got stolen away by my Bad Things Happen Bingo:

“Hey Donnie, what’s up?”

“Future Boy wouldn’t happen to be there with you, would he?”

April blinked at Donnie’s lack of greeting and glanced up at Casey. The young man looked panicked and was fervently waving his hand in front of his neck, gesturing for her to cut the call short. She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.

“Yyyeeaaahhh, he’s here. Why? What’d he do?”

“Ha!” Donnie barked out a triumphant laugh down the phone line and April rolled her eyes, “Told you, Leo! He’s at April’s!” There was a bit of muffled back and forth jeering from the phone. April automatically tuned it out, glancing over at her bedroom door as Mayhem nudged it open and trotted into her room with his nose in the air,

“Okay! April! We need you to keep Casey there, okay? We’ll be there in a second!”

“Wait, what? Why?” April sputtered, turning back to Casey, “What’s he—hey!”

Casey froze in the act of climbing out her window. She’d only looked away for a few seconds and in that time, he’d managed to cross the room and open her window and already had one foot on the sill. He moved pretty fast for a sleep deprived, malnourished kid from the apocalypse.

[koicrimes]

something that i used to do alot (not very long ago) that embarrasses me and makes me cringe so hard that i wanna shed my skin is how i would dunk on the behavior within the communities people i talked to were part of.

example, in my main fandom, there's a predominant ship that people went kinda crazy over. i first joined the fandom head over heels in love with one half of that ship but very neutral to the ship itself. it didn't really matter to me if people were into it or not. i didn't personally see the appeal and i was pretty okay with it not being for me.

i didn't seek it out. i didn't care to interact with it.

however, it would still somehow spill into the stuff that i did care about and the way people were going about it at the time put an awful taste in my mouth. to the point where, i almost couldn't stand to see it in any capacity. i wont get into all the details bc like, if you've been in any fandom long enough, you can imagine what sorta stuff people did and said.

at the time, i viewed blocking as something super personal and i didn't want to just block people left and right bc they posted stuff i didn't like. ya know? it felt mean. like, i felt like they were entitled to do what they wanted and it was my own fault for not being into it. so i kept seeing it. the stuff i thought was fine, the stuff i was neutral to but especially the stuff i couldn't stand and because in a way, i kept exposing myself to shit i didn't like, i just became... bitter.

i would rant about it to anyone who would listen. and like, again this was the predominant ship, so most of the people i talked to at the time was into in some capacity.

and because they were too fucking kind to not tell me to just shut the fuck up. i'd bitch about how annoying, toxic and weird i thought their community was and like.... that's super fucked up.

around that time too, some folks in that same crowd would often go on about how annoying and cringe the type of writing i did was. not me specifically but the community as a whole and like, i think i thought i was kinda like.. fighting fire with fire?

but i wasn't.

i was just shitting on people for liking a thing because i saw people shitting on people for not liking their thing and i was really fucking obnoxious about it.

a handful of those people i dont talk to anymore. some of them are no longer mutuals either. and i can't say if this is the reason or if there's something else, and as fucked up as it might be... i can't really say if i miss any of it because i was really running off pure anxiety and desepration to be liked back then. i'm in a much better place now (internally) but, i do still hold alot of regret for being so hateful bc in the end, we're all just cringe losers to somebody.

it just depends on who's looking.

[skunkes]

❗

[skitskatdacat63]

Quick question, how old is Seb in the boy king au when they get married, I'm asking because I was rereading the fic & directors cut from September and you said he’s so obsessed with calling Seb little. Is Seb shorter than Nando or is Nando trying to feel a bit taller when actually he is a itty-bitty war criminal kitty? If Seb is shorter but still has time to grow how badly will Nando take it

Hello! This one is much easier to answer than your other one(You're really making me think deeply, thank you 🥺), so I think I can answer this pretty quickly(hopefully)

So you've probably noticed that I don't mention actual years too much which is just bcs the timeline is so vast and I've not decided on a lot 😭. But they basically have the same age gap as modern day, so I'd say they were born in 1681 and 1687 respectively(which matches up well enough with the real world history.) Irl, the war that I'm canon divergencing away from takes place 1701-1714, so stuff regarding when their coronation and marriage happens is somewhere in there. So I'd say Nando becomes king in like, 1705 and then they marry somewhere between then and 1710(when seb ideally becomes emperor??)

So to answer your actual question. Seb is def taller than Nando by the time they get married. But in that ficlet, Fernando is obsessed with calling Seb small because he wants to make himself feel bigger!! It's less about actual height and more about power dynamics. He's belittling him by literally calling him little! And it's also about Nando being older than him. Seb became a king as a boy(hence boy king), whereas Fernando became a king as an adult so he calls him little because he still sees him as that little boy king who is too young to have that amnt of power.

They first met pretty young, not knowing what their future would be like, and didn't really see each other for a while. And so until they meet again, when the marriage plans start happening, their perceptions are: Nando thinks of Seb as some little boy king, and Seb has a childish crush. So it's very odd for Nando to suddenly now meet this kid, all grown up, and he's now taller and even more powerful. So I think Nando still associates Seb with that image in his mind, thus calling him little all the time.

Conclusion: Fernando IS shorter, and he wears heels and calls Seb little all the time as a way to cope

[walkingintheamm]

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[mooned-knights]

was it "quite the orgy scene" or was it a splash page full of people who have horns and clawed feet but are still very much conventionally attractive doing a normie's idea of Weird Sex

[adore-gregor]

ugh

[villainsidestep]

fawniel thoughts hour….