#contant pain

[starrysharks]

DEEP CUT I LOVE YOU !!!

[leatherbookmark]

basically the only good thing abt today is that my insomnia kit came and it's cool. and also that i saw a raven

[brucewaynehater101]

I just want good angst about Bruce desperately trying to parent Tim but realizing he fucked it up

or Bruce realizing he kinda sees tim as a father figure in a weird way

or the bats all realizing how Tim’s been forced to mature quickly so he can take care of them, and he won’t stop trying to be the adult in situations even after the bats try to make it so he doesn’t have to

There are a few fics out there that center around Tim and Bruce's relationship after Bruce realizes how bad he treated Tim. "Grudge (I hold none)" by reinersbigtits. "Just How Much I Love You" by sElkieNight60. Honestly, a bunch of sElkieNight60 fics have Bruce trying to be a better parent. Their fic "Redraw Our Expectations" showcases Bruce trying to parent Tim and the teen finds that strange, weird, and restrictive. They chat about it.

I sadly haven't seen any fics where Bruce considers Tim to be his father. I have seen a few that describe Tim as his closest confidant or mental support, but none about the father hc/au :(

If you want some quick angst about Bruce seeing Tim as a father figure, here's an idea:

Bruce is ruminating on his kids. As he's going through his mental list of the kids (perhaps trying to remember where they all are), he realizes that it's an effort to add Tim to that list. At first, Bruce clocks it as the older man being a horrible parent to Tim or needing more time with his son. Bruce wants to fix this and sets out to do so. He tracks down Tim to spend some time with him.

Halfway through the hangout, Bruce starts to relax. They are both having a good time, chatting and laughing. It only changes when he notices Tim's subtle nods, his slight mannerisms that encourage Bruce to keep talking, and the scrunch at the corner of Tim's eyes that indicate he's proud. It's an errant thought of the older man, but one that rapidly changes his worldview.

Tim acts like Alfred.

Tim acts like a father to Bruce.

Tim has always acted like a father to Bruce.

What has Bruce done?

The comment about Tim continuing to be the "adult" or "mature one" in the situation because that's all he's known hurts. If you add that hc to the one where Tim is constantly told to "be the bigger person" when it comes to being insulted by his traumatized family members, that's painful.

Alright, let's build on this hc/au. I'm going to use subtle canon background clues to create a probable psychological assessment on Tim's behaviors. The reasonings are all hc.

Tim was emotionally neglected and abused by his parents (not nearly to the extent of fanon and his parents did love him, but that doesn't change their emotional distance or the harm Jack did after his coma). One could hc that, due to the limited time he spent with them before they left again, Tim tried to keep the peace when they were there. He wanted to spend the time with his parents not fighting, even if that meant choking down his own emotions/needs, placating his parents, and overall keeping a pleasant demeanor around them regardless of passive aggressive insults (looking at Jack here).

If his parents had marital issues, like fighting and insulting each other in front of Tim, the child might have tried to mend their fights and solve their issues in order to spend more time with happy parents. It's a helpful behavior that could've been praised by Jack and Janet, leading to Tim continuously uptaking a mediator role.

This would morph into a people pleasing attitude that heavily clashed with Tim's independence and lack of authority in his life. This is what enables him to be suited for kicking a depressed, angry Bruce into his healing arc (enables, but doesn't excuse Bruce's reliance on a child nor condone it). Tim would probably insert himself into Dick and Bruce's relationship.

Unlike his parents, Dick and Bruce probably weren't happy an unrelated kid was mediating their relationship or getting in the middle of their arguments. Because of their contant rejection to Tim's efforts, the kid's behavior could morph into a more subtle and subterfuge manner. This comes in handy when Jason and Damian come around (because they for sure would not listen to Tim's advice).

Tim, because he's spent his entire life managing other people's emotions for them, would understand where Damian and Jason are coming from as they hurt him. It is painful, and he may hold some resentment towards them (and a frozen anger), but he's used to yanking back his emotions and shoving them into an overfilled box. That's the easy part.

What's burdensome for him is the family. After realizing the lengths Tim goes to in order to ensure their bonds stay strong, they keep pressuring Tim to release some of his responsibilities. They want the relationships to be more equal.

Tim can't, though. If he lets go of his tight grip on holding the family together, he'll have to face that box of emotions he shoved down. He'll have to work through all the pain, anger, betrayal, grief, and desolation all of his family members gave him. If he accepts that he shouldn't be taking on so much emotional labor, he would have to face that he shouldn't have been subjected to so much abuse (from the Drakes or the Waynes).

Tim can't do that without falling apart.

He can't keep his hold on the family's support beams either.

It's not healthy nor productive for Tim to keep his position. Without releasing the pressure from his back, Tim will collapse and take the Waynes with him. He's too scared to let go, though. Will he survive the break? Will he have a place with the Waynes if he's not holding them up?

[idanceuntilidie]

𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓

Or is it?

Yandere vampire twins x reader. (The reader is meant to be male, the pronouns I use is "you" mostly.)

I JUST NOTICED I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS THANK YOU SO MUCH

I might do something for this occasion:D Should I draw them? I was thinking about this for few days actually. Warnings: mentions of being kept against will, forced closure, yandere themes, gouing eyes out. Requests are open,

Few months has passed since the brothers have kept you, few months since all of your friends died. 

It was hard to forget, especially when the brothers liked to talk about how easy it was.   

You weren’t let out, you missed the sun, the trees and the grass. You missed outisde.  The brothers forced you to change your sleep schedule, so now you slept durning the day, with at least one of the brothers by your side, and was active at night.  The change often gave you painful headaches.    They made sure you were well taken care of, you had many maids, all of them had to cover their eyes or cover the area where their eyes should be.  Qing and Quillion got crazy jealous rezulting in damaging the maids, saying they are not allowed to look at you. You always wondered how they are able to do their tasks.   You wore matching outfits with the brothers and were served the most delicious dishes.  Ugh.  You hated dinners at the Dime residence.  Carefully prepeared food, displayed beautifully on the dark oak table.  The plates were spotless, not a speck of dust visible.   The brothers are clean freaks you guessed, and from what the maids told you they would get so furious if something was imperfect.   

They were sitting right in front of you, you could feel their gaze burning into your school.  You haven’t touched your food, and they want you to be happy and healthy so you can produce more blood and share.  It’s that simple. You don’t get why they even try, why they sit in front of you eating something that won’t satisfy their hunger.  You frown, face twisting in disgust at the food before you.  It wasn’t bad, hell, you normally wouldn’t be able to afford something like this. Even some maids came to you and begged you to eat it.    Qing stood up harshly, the table shook with how fast he stood up. He walked up to you grabbing your hand and making you also get up and face him.  His face looked bored, but upon making eye contant that bored look turned into a scowl. 

“Why aren’t you eating?”   

You scoffed,  “What if you poisoned something? I do not trust you.”   

Qing wasn’t satisfied with the answer, you heard a chuckle and saw a Quillions head resting on his brother's shoulder.  Smiling widely at you.    “Honey, you need to eat othwerwise you might die, but then again what if we turned you into one of us? We will be living happy for eternity.”  He happily chirped at you.   

Your heart sank, Qing sighed and let go of your hand.  He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. (That’s how he liked to apologise.)  It made your cheeks burn, you still don’t know if it was from anger or flustered. 

Quillion kissed your forehead.    “Now darling, eat up, we want to eat too”

[indigoflorals]

could you do something with Rafe taking care of yn after stomach surgery? I’m having it done tomorrow!!

in sickness and health (18+)

rafe cameron x reader

sum: your husband cares for you as you recover from surgery

warnings: sexual language, making-out, kissing, lots of fluff, established relationships, sickness

a/n: little blurb for my love @illicitfixations

Your back ached from your position in bed. It was late afternoon and you had been lying there all day. Today was your surgery and everything had gone exceptionally well. Really, all that troubled you was having lie around for so long.

Your husband, Rafe, lavished the opportunity to finally pamper you the way he felt you deserved. He was at your every beckon call, pacing back and forth from the bedroom to the kitchen incase you needed something.

“Baby?” He called from just beyond the doorframe.

You attempted to sit up to call to him, but found yourself too weak. Your throat was tired from being intubated and talking took too much effort.

Rafe stepped beyond the door into your shared bedroom, worry spread across his features. You smiled. So protective. That was your husband. He’d take the pain for you in a heartbeat.

“Is everything okay beautiful?” He stepped to your bedside before reaching down to cup your cheek. “Can I get you something?”

You shook your head, leaning into his hand and closing your eyes. His skin was warm and he smelled faintly of cigarettes. You exhaled as he sat down beside you.

“My love,” He cooed, gently pulling you to lay against his chest, “Tell me what’s going on?”

His back against the headboard and your back against his chest, the two of you sat in silence for a moment.

“Hurts.” you mumbled, “I’m sore.” You ghosted your hand over the bruise on your stomach. Such a small incision had left you with such a big bruise. You hated it.

Rafe pulled you closer to him, kissing your forehead. “I’m so sorry love. It’s healing up.”

You looked to him, meeting the same blue eyes that always looked to you with such love. He smiled sympathetically before giving you another peck on the nose.

Making eye contant again, you looked to his lips and back. You felt like a flirty teenager lying there with him. Your husband. Rafe reached to grasp your face softly, tilting your lips up to brush against his. Your heart fluttered as he pulled you into a soft, loving kiss.

His lips were warm and soft against yours, like honey butter. They invited you to taste more and more of him as you swiped your tongue against his bottom lip.

A deep moan reverberated through your husbands chest as he held you to him. The kiss was passionate and full of the love you shared for one another. His hand found your hair, slotting his fingers in just below your scalp to massage there. You hummed, contented, as you slouched further back into him.

Slowly, Rafe pulled away from you. You loved seeing him this way. His hair was disheveled and his lips were swollen and pink. His eyes were trained on you in that moment, ready to follow your lead into anything.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled, brushing his lips against yours as he spoke, “My beautiful wife.”

You knew your face had to be red in that moment. Despite being in recovery, Rafe knew how to make you feel gorgeous and sexy.

You giggled, pecking him on the lips again. “My husband.”

Rafe’s face flushed at your words. Your husband. He would do anything for you. Anything to hear you call him that all day long. Anything to hear you moan it for him when you were better.

“It’s time for your antibiotics,” he began to shift out from behind you, lying you down in the process, “I’ll get em.”

You relaxed back into the bed, taking in the scent of him as it flooded your nostrils. His smell covered the pillows and blankets and enveloped you as you lied in it.

Peaceful. Recovery was going to be peaceful with the person you trusted most by your side.

[agi-ppangx]

broken promises (lee minho x gn!reader)

tags: post-apocalypse!au, angst, hurt without comfort

warnings: mentions of death, blood and wounds

A/N: this is something ive never done before so please bear with me😶‍🌫️ also eunji is a made up character solely for this fic and she isnt based on anyone in particular ^^ i hope you'll enjoy my little experiment and please remember that feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated🫶🏽

the cold wind lazily made its way though your hair, bringing you back to reality. you looked around at the disaster in front of you. the city was destroyed and almost deserted, only a little people left to fight. the rest of them went south - it was told the life there would be better, but you didn’t really believe it. nowhere was life any better now. you noticed a woman with a little girl walking down the street. she made eye contant with you - her face was covered in burn scars and a few fresh wounds. she threw you a sad smile, seeing you weren’t doing any better. the girl waved at you, her arm covered in blood as well. you tried to wave back, but it came out a bit wobbly and you sighed, defeated. suddenly you felt a gentle tap on your arm. you abruptly threw your head up only to see eunji standing in the doorway. she took a step forward, sitting next to you. you took her hand in yours and rubbed it with your thumb. “how are you feeling?” you asked her softly. “i’m okay, don’t worry.” you hummed at her words and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

it was truly a miracle that she was alive. you had met eunji a few months before, she was wanderng around a small town nearby without anything to eat or drink. she slept where she could and was constantly running away, scared that someone will eventually kill her. you didn’t have heart to leave her alone and decided to help and protect her. she was unsure at the beginning, but you weren’t surprised. you took your time to earn her trust, letting he know with your actions that you wanted only to make her safe. your heart ached, looking at her, so scared and vulnerable, yet wise and independent. you thought to yourself that no twelve-year-old shouldn’t be so mature for their age. she was a kid, she should be playing around with her friends and not worrying about a thing. after a few weeks though, she finally opened herself up in front of you, letting you sooth her aching soul and create a shelter for her. she told you about her past and about her mother, whom she lost contact with at the very beginning of the apocalypse. you started treating her like your little sister and made a promise to yourself to stay with her to help her find her mum and make sure she grows up in a safe place, away from hunger, poverty and death.

“what are you thinking about?” eunji asked you suddenly, seeing your worried gaze. you shook your head and smiled faintly. “future. i want us to finally be happy,” you whispered, holding back tears that were starting to pool in your eyes. she hugged you tightly, burying her head in your chest. “as long as you’re with me then i’m happy,” she said simply and you giggled, sniffing. how could a kid be so wise? “oh, also,” eunji sat straight again and looked you in the eyes. “minho woke up.”

you ran through the corridors of the building, trying to get to minho’s room as quickly as possible. on your way you bumped into jisung and he grabbed your arms, steadying you so you wouldn’t fall. “whoa, careful. are you going to see minho?” you nodded fratically, panting. he smiled at you. “alright, go. he’s waiting for you.”

you quietly entered the room, not wanting to startle minho. you closed the door and heard him grumble in pain. “is that my guardian angel? am i in heaven?” he uttered when he finally noticed you and you giggled at that. “yah, don’t you dare talking about dying. i did everything i could to save you, dummy,” you sat at the edge of his bed, runing your fingers through his hair. he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and humming in content. “i missed you,” he whispered. “can you give me a kiss?” you cooed at him and leaned over to place a gentle peck on his dry, cracked lips, savouring the moment that you missed so much. “alright lover boy, we have to change your bandages,” you said when you broke the kiss, caressing his cheek. you got up to gather all the stuff and came back to the bed, placing everything on the bedside table and turning to face minho again. “can you sit up?” he nodded and using his hands, tried to get up a bit. you helped him and soon he was sitting with his back pressed to the wall. you lifted up his shirt, ripping out the old bandage from his tummy and gently disinfecting his wound with the last bottle of iodine left after the treatments you had performed on the survivors in your camp. minho hissed at the feeling and you whispered a small “i’m sorry”, trying to be as gentle as possible. “how is everyone doing?” he asked you and you shrugged your shoulders. “well, it depends. some of us still haven’t recovered and we lost a few people as well…” you mumbled, tears welling in your eyes. minho took your hand in his, stopping your actions, and carefully brought you to his chest, bringing you comfort. “it’s okay, at least we have each other, hm?” he responded in this soft voice of his and you wiped your eyes, nodding. you came back to changing his bandages soon after, trying to calm down. minho intently analized your face, seeing all the worry and sorrow in your eyes. he hated to see you like this. he felt really protective over you and wanted nothing but the best for you. minho always made sure to guide you safely through the tough times and provide you with food and clean clothes. the only things he wanted for you was to be safe and sound, just like you wanted for eunji. “when we finally go south, i’ll build you a house there and we’ll settle down.” you stopped in your tracks when you heard his dreamy voice. “when we go south?” you muttered and minho’s eyes widened, looking at your furrowed brows. “yeah, you know, when i recover we can pack our stuff and leave the city. it’s destroyed anyway, so why even stay here,” he reasoned, confused by your reaction. “i told you so many times i’m gonna stay here, i have to take care of eunji,” you responded, feeling as the tears started to make their way down your face. you didn’t dare to look him in the eyes, scared that if you do, your heart will shatter into million of pieces. your hands started shaking, so you rushed youself and messily placed the new bangade over minho’s wound. you started gathering your stuff, wanting nothing but to leave the room and let yourself calm down.

minho always suggested the two of you going south, he wanted to do it even before the apocalypse was over, but every time you told him you had to stay in the city, to help the survivos and take care of eunji. you couldn’t just leave her here and taking her with you would mean she would mean she wouldn’t be able to find her mum. you also wanted to just simply stay where you were born, not having the heart to leave behind the place you grew up in. was is selfish? perhaps, but in times like these you had to consider yourself first in some cases. “yn, come on, i thought we talked this though,” minho started, his firm tone sending a shiver down your spine. “‘talked this through?’ minho, what the fuck? do you even listen to me?” you hissed through gritted teeth, feeling your cheeks grow warmer from the anger builidng inside you. “i told you i’m not gonna leave this place, not now, not in a month, never! i simply wanna stay here and help to rebuild the city,” you continued, your voice started breaking in the middle of each word and your vision was getting more and more blurry. “i have to take care of eunji as well.” it was minho’s time to scoff. “really? you’re still talking about eunji? there’s so many people here that could take care of her, it’s not like you’re the only one who could help her,” he responded angrily, his face scrunching at the pain from his wounds. “but i promised her! i told her i’ll help her and she trusted me!” you cried, screaming at the top of your lungs. “she should learn that people sometimes break the promises, that’s how life works!” you looked at him in disbelief, shocked that these words left his mouth. you looked at him and you swore everyone in the world could hear your heart sink. you couldn’t believe he said that, but you finally saw his true self. “people break the promises, huh?” you whispered, fidgeting with the ring on your finger. after a moment of hesitation you took it off and threw it at minho. “then i’m gonna break one too,” you stated, heading towards the door. “yn, wait! i didn’t mean it like that!” you heard minho scream, pleading, but you ignored him, shutting the door behind you and heading to find eunji. at least one promise won’t be broken.

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[fandomfusion1]

Welcome to "Tsams Infection Au"! This Au is inspired by another Tsams infection au that I have seen on social media. This AU is just for fun, but I might expand it in the future and allow you guys to ask questions to the characters. For now, I'll be posting drawings and descriptions about the au. I haven't come up with a name for it yet, so for now, it will be called Tsams Infection, and I'll keep you updated once I have a name. Since I don't have a table to draw on, all the drawings will be done on paper and pencil. I hope that is alright with you guys.

Stage 1:

●Intense headache

●Stomach pain

Stage 2:

●Contant coughing

●Distress

●Slight hostility

Stage 3:

●Aggression

●Intensive hunger

●Eyesight gets poor

Stage 4:

●Extrem aggression

●Limbs lengthen

●Blind

●lost themself

[seeyabythemarina]

The Slap

When during a dinner where Bruce cooks amazingly as John Dory as he is leaving smacks him on the butt. Branch expects Bruce to express annoyance for it like he did after John slapped him.

"Ugg I can't belive he still does that", Bruce said rolling his eyes in fondest rather then annoyance while rubbing his butt.

"Yeah he did the same thing after hearing about some of my accomplishments from the putt putt trolls" Clay said

"After a docters appointment where I beat the amount if time I could walk without aid", Floyd said

Branch is confused how they can sound not angry about it. They explained its just John Dory weird way of expresses his proudest of us. Bruce talks about how he did it often during their first milestones like talking and walking (via grandma and remembering) and other events. John did it when Bruce got his first girlfriend, clay when he made a chocolate volcano for a science project, and floyd when he won an art competition, anything great.

Branch thinks about the when John first showed up he did technically praise him for growing up before slapping him. He then frowns as John hasnt slapped him again once since they got back from saving floyd. Even after learning about the whole peace with bergen and rockapocalypse stories.

Sometime goes past and Branch does other stuff to help trollstopia, bit mostly gets verbal congratulations or pats on the back. No buts slaps which bothers branch more then he'd like to admit. After telling poppy she makes plans to get John dory to do it, which blow up and John dory finds out.

He then explain how he thought branch wouldn't like it, so he didn't. Branch just wanted the assurance that his big brother was proud and didn't like the exclusion. That makes John dory start doing it and often as branch does many things to be proud of. Branch has mixed feelings as he technically did ask for it and like the proof his brother loved him, and hated the contant pain from being butt slapped so many times.

Kudos to people who get the reference.

[iwonderwh0]

Vampire au

I fucking tried, and even though it didn't turn out the way I wanted, I don't feel like deleting all of it

Nsfw-ish, follows (or expands on) what was kinda started here in this post.

Connor leans over him, bends, and kisses him on the mouth, and Markus is only happy to lean into it. He really is, for the first half a second before his heart jumps with realisation at the familiar taste of metal. His eyes snap open, meeting Connor's intent gaze. Connor is watching him closely through half closed eyelids, mouth curving into a smile against Markus's lips at the eye contact.

Startled, Markus gasps for air, and Connor backs up, propping himself up on his elbow. From curious his eyes grow bigger with concern.

He has no idea what he's doing, does he? Markus thinks bitterly as the euphoric waves of adrenaline fill him with greedy need for more.

With growing impatience, he cups Connor's face and urges him back into another kiss. One hand slides to the back of his head to bring him closer. This action makes Connor start to loose his balance, and he shifts under Markus's hands in an attempt to readjust himself to a more stable position. He lifts himself up once again.

For fuck's sake.

In a swift motion Markus grabs Connor by shoulders and rolls over, turning him onto his back. Pressing his wrist into the mattress with one hand he uses the other to tilt Connor's head slightly before he bends down to kiss him properly. Connor hums with surprise. The taste of his blood fades quickly, but the desire for more does not. Frustrated, Markus lightly bites Connor's lower lip, but breaks away the next moment to prevent himself from following through with this thought.

"Fuck," Markus manages to say, feeling dizzy.

He glances down at Connor, and from wide-eyed expression on his face thinks that he must have just realised the gravity of his little tease.

Markus bends down again to kiss him but stops mid way. Even without directly touching his neck he can feel the warmth radiating from it. So close. He moves closer, and the warmth envelopes him; he can almost feel it on his face, but it's not enough – he needs to feel more of it, get even closer. His nose and lips burn from the contant when he finally reaches the surface of it. Connor gasps upon contact, and the sound reminds Markus of his surroundings. For a moment, Markus distantly thinks of Connor's wrist beneath his right palm, how he can feel the hot blood flowing in his veins, his pulse, fast and loud, intermingling with the sound his own. Markus couldn't tell which one of the two is getting louder in his ears, bouncing inside his skull, reaching the point of resonance when there's nothing left in the sound but a ringing noise, too loud to hear through the thickness of it.

Markus can feel his fangs aching with anticipation to pierce, to feel the skin's surface giving in, ripping under the pressure of their sharp ends. He swallows and clenches his teeth tightly together to hold them away from acting as the noise in his head gets louder. He closes his eyes and takes a big breath to calm his senses, but only gets reminded of what's in front of him by the scent of human sweat mixed with a herb-scented cologne or maybe a shampoo. His mouth opens on its own, and his teeth make contact with the surface of the neck. He can feel Connor's whole body going tense.

He doesn't bite.

Instead he plants a kiss on his neck, just below his ear on a tiny freckle and backs away.

The ringing noise in his head blurs his vision as he lays his head on Connors chest and hears his heartbeat.

Has it always been beating so loud and fast?

The chest beneath his head falls in a shaky exhale. Has he been holding his breath?

Markus presses his forehead into the hot surface of Connor's chest as ringing in his head turns heavy and the familiar pain starts to pierce him at his temples. He breathes in some air, thinking of the thing to say, but his thoughts are all getting lost into the ringing.

The sensation of Connor's fingers on his head brings him back to the present moment. The hesitation in them is unmistakable.

"You have no idea how warm you are," Markus finally says. It's not the best thing to start with, but it's the only thing he manages to think of. He swallows and shuts his eyes to get away from dizziness. It doesn't help.

The chest beneath him rises, falls, he can hear Connor drawing some more air before he says.

"I think I have, actually. I assume it's about... 97.6°F. Or maybe a little higher than that."

His voice doesn't match his heartbeat, nor does it match the hesitation in his fingers on Markus's head.

Markus turns to look at him. The tense smile Connor gives him slowly relaxes into a genuine one.

"You're not exactly that cold either," Connor continues, tilting his head and shrugging,"I was kinda scared you'll be cold, like a lizard."

"A lizard? Connor, no...."

Markus presses his face back against his chest to suppress a laugh.

"I like lizards!" Connor adds defensively and Markus wraps his hands around him.

"I'm sure you do."

"It's not like a wanna fuck them. I just meant-" he trails off, swallowing, stopping himself from continuing, them pauses to take a breath.

"Are you...okay?" he asks instead.

Markus sighs,"My head hurts."

"Is this because of what I–"

"–No. Not only," Markus turns to meet his eyes," It's just something that happens to me. Can happen any time, doesn't even have to have a reason, really."

The hand on Markus's head stopps for a moment before continuing with its careful stroke.

"I didn't mean to scare you," Markus says.

"Who's scared?" Connor responds, raising his eyebrows implying that the claim was rather misplaced and a little offensive.

"I am," Markus says with involuntary chuckle. "Do you want to go home?"

Connor thinks about it.

"No," he says, running his hand along Markus's head one last time and resting it on the back of his neck, "Am I getting evicted?"

Instead of answering, Markus tightens his grasp around him.

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"Ah, I almost forgot," he says. "Your gun. The one you came for, it's in the drawer. Please, don't forget it. I don't like firearm so close to bed."

Connor's heart races on the mention, beating loudly against his ribcage, with Markus hearing every thud.

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

*chins hands* Could we learn about about Pons and Angel? (:

Uffff this one took a long time, but I finally finished it!!!! ⸜(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)⸝

Thank you for this lovely ask, @riinoaheartilly and thank you for your patience! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

Pons and Angel are kind of neglected characters at this point, and since I came up with them, I know literally nothing about Angel aside from that he is a little wacko who loves affectionately terrorizing the the troopers. Oh and his nickname is "Angy". His design is also still a mistery for me (I gave him a default clone trooper design so far).

But I have more info about Pons. :))))

Pons: I achieved divinity. I'm transcending the mortal realm with higher purpose. I can hear colors. Headshot: Go to sleep before Angy makes a needle-cushion out of you, will you?

EDIT: @ithillia said that's not how "cushion" is written. I say, fuck my life, he is space-french. Sprench. Whatever. (Thanks for telling <3)

More info under the cut!

⚕️ He is the only Medic in the CG who has an actual battle-scar. One in the temple from a knife-cut. And one in the nape, from heavy physical injury.

⚕️It all happened while extracting an injured trooper during a fight between the CG and a criminal gang. Since medical officers don't have combat skills beside basic self-defence, normally they don't leave the walls of the Guard compound, but this matter needed immediate treating and safe extracting.

⚕️The CG low-key celebrates him as a hero and Pons tries not to take it as a mockery, comparing to his brothers who are constantly under the threat of getting shot down while he couldn't protect himself from that attacker. This injury actually caused him pontine stroke and throughout the years of war, he is still in rehabilitation.

⚕️That trooper he saved? One of Fox's boys from the Planetary Defence. Spinal injury treated in bactatank, otherwise he managed to get out from the Medbay after 1 month of rehabilitation (why is it so hard to write down this word???), but the trooper always checked back on Pons, keeping him company, keeping him entertained with the latest gossips or books, taking a walk with him through the compound, forming a life-long friendship with it. I don't know too much about this particular trooper, not even a name, but I already love these two.

⚕️Pons didn't have a name before this incident and the surgery. But hearing the word pons pons pons all over again during his rehab, really clicked him, and named himself as such after the organ. Some hidden superstitious part wishes that naming himself such as the damaged part of his brain would manifest in his recovery.

Pons is a latin word for "bridge", also the name for that part of the brain that responsible for unconcious processes and involuntarily movements, eg.: blinking, swallowing, pain processing, breathing, digestion, heartbeat, regulating sleep-cycle, even dreaming!

Pontine stroke causes motor and sensory impairment, weakness or paralysis in parts affected by cranial nerve, clumsy voluntarily movements, inability to control muscles for swallowing and speaking, and can be responsible for sleep-paralysis.

I actually came up with Pons while watching a documentary eries about the brain and wanted a clone character who sleepwalks. I'm not sure I'm keeping the sleepwalking part though.

⚕️He just can't have a good night sleep and haunted by night-terrors and sleep-paralysis. Always tired, basicly lives on caf and stims.

⚕️Pons hates himself for being unable to maintain his duty as a medic, not in serious matters that need steady hands and focus. instead he is the one who needs contant treatment and attention. Still, Headshot gives him reading materials to study to keep him mentally fit, often ask him for advice when he is stuck and does everything to make Pons feel, he is still part of the team and he is waited back.

⚕️He develops love for painting which started as an exercise for improving on his motor movements. His pictures depicting monsters, inspired by his nightmares became posters decorating various barrack rooms in the CG.

⚕️I drew this picture about him weeks ago, but thinking on actually giving him signs of stroke next time I draw him.

⚕️ @ithillia said I should name Pons' friend Jason. I don't know if he is a Jason-type of guy. But I used to know a Jason when I was a kid and have fond memories of him, he drew very cool stuff, and he is working now as a pharmacist. Maybe this is fate.

Hmmm... that's it so far. If you have more specific questions about him, don't hesitate to ask! <3

[valeriefauxnom]

The Dangers of Dragon Pacts

So, in a recent post, I commented in the tags that pretty much every functional aspect of dragonblood and what the royal family does with it is risky/bad for their health, so consider this an elaboration on that rant!

Since I've addressed how dragonblood itself is a bit riskier (and only likely going to get riskier as generations advance), I'll focus on what they do with this dragonblood: pacting.

As always, very long post ahead!

Pacting, to start off, is not an easy process. The first hurdle a prospective heir to the throne must pass is the Dragon Choosing, which is not described in specifics, seems to require 'physical and mental' strength. Try to force an ability to shapeshift if you fail would turn you into a warped creature, and I doubt it would be any good for your sanity, either.

Euden comments to Sophie in her story that "he could have died at any time (when making his pact)" as well, which seems to back up Valyx's and Chelle's words here. The process is inherently dangerous, if it posed such risk to Euden when the dragon he was attempting to pact with wasn't hostile or otherwise trying to make things harder. Kinda speaks to how desperate Aurelius was when sending off his much-beloved son to try to pact with a powerful dragon, huh?

So! This prospective heir to the throne survives the Dragon Choosing, and is able to form a pact. Smooth sailing now, right? Nope! The pact itself is continuous burden, too.

And again, while it isn't exactly described what said burden entails, it's enough of a detriment/pain/displeasure that there was royalty in the past that has developed magic only to try to make it easier to bear it and continue the façade they are capable, strong rulers able to maintain a pact. This likely seems to be the undercurrent mystery behind why everyone is surprised that Euden can hold multiple pacts, because pretty much everyone else would likely not have a good time at all trying to maintain that.

Overall, the concept seems to generally hint to that there are 'limits' to the amount of dragon power one can handle or if they can handle it at all. So even if you're capable of surviving the Choosing, and have enough of whatever ability to hold a pact, you still need to be careful that you pick a dragon that's within your power levels. This is where Nedrick, Zethia, Euden, even potentially Ilia (as Elysium explicitly waited for her to be able to withstand a pact), struggle.

Nedrick and Zethia both pact with Bahamut, who is of such power they both struggle to bear it even with the halfsies of Bahamut they end up with. Granted, this is complicated further by their tumultuous relationship with the dragon in question, which could also be considered another weight to counterbalance.

The pact is not just an intangible thing, but a very real binding thread that both sides can use to try and 'tug' at eachother to use the other like a puppet. Bahamut uses this to 'tug' at Nedrick and Zethia to do what he wants to, and Elysium intends his pact to be a contant 'tug' over Ilia and all humanity, but we can see this going the other way, too. King Aurelius-possessed-by-Morsayati 'tugs' Zodiark, as well as Morsayati-possessed-Euden 'tugs' all his dragons.

Even if most dragons don't fear turning into a puppet by a puny human, I'm sure that's a reason why some might shy away from a pact. It's a state of potential vulnerability on both sides, and the best and easiest way is to make it a relationship of equals and trust than to try to force the other side to obey. That doesn't mean the other side can't try, though, and the recipient on the other end is at a major disadvantage: contract law.

Jokes aside, it's explicitly stated in Chapter 2 by Mercury that breaking a pact if it was forged in true motives (ie, not a false premise the other side had no intent on living up to) would kill a dragon. Even when she did have a valid reason, it still seemed to hurt greatly per her lines as an adventurer.

In other words, it's similar to a magically-enforced contract law with bigger stakes: you break it without a 'legal reason', you die. At least, for a dragon. I'm guessing it might not be good for a human either, but we don't really see that scenario. It's still a thing to be concerned about: if the other party is still fulfilling their word, but starts trying to 'tug' on the line, you probably won't be able to break it without dying because they're still holding up their end of the bargain. Ouch.

But I digress. Even Euden has a limit for dragon pacts and power, as evidenced by the time he takes the powers of the Primordial versions of the Greatwyrms into himself and was not having a Fun Time, to put it mildly.

He thought he could handle it, because, well, he's already handling them and more dragons, but no. "[The powers are] tearing [him] apart" is how he describes it upon Nedrick passing the ball to him. Euden only is able to still manage that in any form is through the proxy filter of the Greatwyrms after he divides it up again.

It's even maintained in events, that pacts are no small matter. In general, pacting seems to bequeath onto humans the dragon's power, 'splitting the difference' so that it can potentially reduce burden on the dragon, too, if they possess power they can't handle alone.

(also can we remark here on the fact that Leviathan is trying to ward Euden against making a pact because, essentially, 'it'd make you depressed?' I'm not sure if taking that literally is better or worse, but it's kinda funny to imagine. You never know, maybe pacting also spreads moods along the thread as well!)

I digress again. Ahem. Anyways, pacting is not easy, nor is maintaining it or breaking it. But you can transform into a dragon now, isn't that cool?! Surely that's worth all the struggle? I know I would love to transform into a dragon.

Maybe not. For shapeshifting is also not fun.

Pictured: Euden not having a good time shapeshifting, chapter 1.

So shapeshifting can open wounds, for starters. That could be dangerous, and I almost fear for the visuals if it's because the human form warping to a much bigger dragon has a transitory stage where the human body is expanding and forcing wounds open before the dragon form kicks in. Double ouch. Euden's not alone in the danger, however, as even Leo nearly gets killed by it.

Shapeshifting in Leo's state at the end of chapter 12/start of 13 immediately forces Euden and co into desperate action trying to save his life.

This is where I'd like to half-joke that that's why we hardly see anyone else besides Euden shapeshift using his pacts since Mids gave him the ability to share it, even though they technically can.

Because, well, Cleo and Elisanne and Ranzal saw that, went 'nope', and that attitude kinda spread to the rest of the Halidom! Emile does use Euden's pacts to shapeshift once in his story, funnily enough! But just imagine Euden trying to hold shapeshifting practice in the courtyard or something and everybody just nopes out of there after hearing what it does and what it's like.

Anyways, this is getting way way too long, so I'll cut it off there. Long story short: everything that dragonblood is and lets you do is not a fun experience even if you jump over the 5000+ hurdles to be able to use it in the first place!

[cherryroselock22]

Your Gordie/Raihan thoughts? I'm curious about this

HEEYYYYYYY I love them

-I think they’re both very oblivious. Gordie tries his best to get Raihan to notice his advances while Raihan is constantly flirting. It is pain

-I think Raihan didn’t notice he liked Gordie at first, it was painfully obvious to everyone else. He just thought he was more attached to Gordie than his other friends. When he realized he felt like an idiot.

-Raihan is very physically affectionate, so as soon as they’re away from public’s eye, he’ll wrap his arms around Gordie and refuse to let go. When they’re dating, Raihan insists on cuddling. Gordie doesn’t mind.

-Raihan will randomly text Gordie at like 2 am, usually shitposts. He’ll also send pictures of his pokemon to him. He also spams him emojis.

-Gordie has problems sleeping, some small contant insomnia. When it gets bad, he’ll video call Raihan and talk till he falls asleep. Listening to Raihan’s voice helps him sleep.

-Gordie cooks, and he’s pretty good at it. Contrast with Raihan who goes out to eat as much as he can because he is too lazy to cook and the stuff at restaurants is better than what he can make. Gordie makes sure to send him some food at least a few times a week so that he doesn’t eat takeout so much and so that the groceries Raihan buys don’t go bad.

-Raihan is flirty but also easily flustered. He’ll start flirting with Gordie but as soon as he responds he just goes red. Gordie also loves messing with him.

-Raihan steals Gordie’s clothes. Do they fit? No. Does he look good in them? Yes

-Gordie’s a sore loser, so when he loses a battle and goes to lock himself in the lockers. Raihan will go and cheer him up, it usually works.

-Gordie can be pretty jealous some times, he tries to not show it (and tries to no get bothered by it) but it’s clear when he is. Raihan finds it cute

-Raihan makes breakfast for Gordie when he stays over since Gordie is not a morning person. He usually makes pancakes, he loves to make them into different shapes and he’ll write things on them occasionally.

-Raihan definitely makes ‘’Aww babe, you had a crush on me?’’ jokes to Gordie

-Gordie doesn’t really like to be public with his personal life, unlike Raihan, so their relationship isn’t public. Raihan also avoids publishing stuff that Gordie is uncomfortable with.

-They have movie nights every week where Gordie will come over to Raihan’s apartment to watch movies, sometimes it’s horror, bad movies, romance or thrillers. Both of them love horror movies even though Raihan gets jumpy after seeing them and Gordie has to stay with him.

-They’re t4t, trust me. Gordie’s a trans guy and Raihan’s genderfluid. Gordie has a lot of dysphoria, Raihan will do his best to cheer him up. Also sometimes Raihan will get stuck in his binder and Gordie has to go over to help him (personal experience; I get stuck in my binder all the time lol).

TY TY FOIR THE ASK!!!!! GAHHH

[plasticfangtastic]

Only serious thougth on prostategate but like... is the reason Homie is always in a shitty mood and annoyed...bcuz he cant pee? Like i say that (and tmi here) as somebody with nerve damaged on her bladder that... well is hell... living my life around toilets and afraid of sneezing and drinking any liquid is hell, like i certainly fucks with my mood during bad days but i have lived with this contant urgency and pain for almost a decade and unlike Homie i cant fly to the nearest toilet if i forget to make a mental map of all available toilets of a place a visit.

I cant imagine the pain of not being able to pee at all.

Like my bladder never empties properly but is not like it wont come out, is just my nerves dont work so i got the tingling pain all day on and off... i rather that than being unable to pee at all.

[ichtios]

What do you do when you get struck with the feeling of emptiness and solitude? When you try to search for a lighthouse all around, but only see the darkened shore deform into the four walls of your room, and a unotificated phone. How do you deal with it?

I pray. I'm rarely "struck", it is rather constant heavy feeling, contant state of being interrupted from time to time with some human interaction, but sometimes days go by without it. Though yeah, sometimes it gets more intense. Especially when I am alone for a prolonged period of time. Honestly I live only through faith in God. I trust in Him that this is temporary state on my journey and that He is leading me to the good place, when loneliness in no longer my daily reality. Where I don't wake up with pain and cry myself to sleep. This is the only thing that keeps me going, an anchor of my soul, the lighthouse.

[kashishwrites]

Hiee...!! Guysss...!!!!

I'm going to start a series of horror experience I'm gonna tell you about horror experiences of other people if you have any you can share it with me if you are interested....✨📚

Ok i will narrate my experience you can decide whether it was paranormal or not. Sorry you may find it lengthy. 😅

This happened to me Last summer, we used to live in a duplex house (on rent) My room was in the first floor and my parents’s in the ground floor. I have a habit of reading books till late night (up to 3 or 4 in the morning) When we had recently moved I always used to hear this sound of anklets (ghunghroo) as if someone is walking in the compound. But i often neglected it thinking a stray dog or a cow which were many in number near our house had entered the compound as the house was vacate for more than 6 months before we moved in.

My room usually used to heat up in the summers and I had difficulty sleeping there,whereas my parents room was cool as anything and they had the fluffiest bed too. 😅

One day my father went to another town on a business so my mom suggested I sleep with her that night as we were the only two in that big house. I readily agreed. Unlike mine, That room gets a little light from the neighbouring street lamps so my mom doesn't keep any kind of lights on. So it's utter darkness till the eyes gets adjusted to it. I went to sleep early and was waken up by body pain . It was a result of a dream I had. It was really very strange, the dream, almost lucidic . I was not in the dream but was standing somewhere looking at the things happening. I witnessed a person getting murdered and then buried by the people. When I woke up, I had clutched my hands so hard that my fingers were burning from the pain and I was heavily sweating.

As I had woken up I thought of looking at the time as I had my mobile kept under the bed. I was sleeping on my left side and my mother was on my right. I looked at my mobile and it was 4:03 a.m. I thought of switching sides so I turned. I looked at my mother, she was facing the other side so I thought of looking at the window from where the light was coming . There I saw two shadowy figures (I could tell they were girls) standing. Not outside the house but inside in our own room. One of them was on her knees looking straight at my mother the other one was standing behind her. I have watched and read many paranormal related stuff so first I thought as I have been woken up by a nightmare it may be just an after effect. I rubbed my eyes but they were still there and suddenly the one standing looked at me, I lost it. I tapped on my mom's shoulder and asked her to wake up when she did I looked at the direction of the shadows and they were not there. I gave some silly excuse to my mom for waking her up and went back to sleep.

Next day my dad came back so I was sent back to my room. I woke up again in the night by the sound of children playing around . I thought the noise must be coming from my neighbours as they had so many guests come over. As a habit I checked my mobile for time and it was exactly 4:03 am again. And suddenly I heard footsteps coming upstairs I held my breath, my parents were fast asleep in their room downstairs, it could not have been a thief or an intruder as my colony is petrolled by police in the night. I went back to sleep again. Next night I again got up at exactly 4:03 am by the sound of someone thumping (not knocking) on my door, I got shit scarred and I screamed "Ammmaaaaa" there was no way my mom would here that coz both of our doors were closed And she always keeps the fan on 5 number. Thumping got worse so was my state, so i called my father and asked him to come to my room which he did.. No body was there at the doors but i clearly heard it. It was strange for some weird reasons I woke at exactly 4:03 am for 3 consecutive nights and experienced something unnatural.

After a moth to this incident we got shifted to another house."

If you liked the contant kindly like and repost it will halp a lot other people to know about these incidents.📚✨

[sunnibits]

me: yeah I’m not really into twenty one pilots anymore

tyler joseph: they think this thing is a highway-

me: - IF IT WAS OUR WAY WE’D HAVE A TEMPO CHANGE EVERY OTHER TIME CHANGE BECAUSE OUR MINDS CHANGE ON WHAT WE THINK IS GOOD I WASN’T RAISED IN THE HOOD BUT I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT PAIN AND DARKNESS IF IT WASN’T FOR THIS MUSIC I DON’T KNOW HOW I WOULD HAVE FOUGHT THIS HONEST THERES A FEW SONGS ON THIS RECORD THAT FEEL COMMON I’M IN CONTANT CONFRONTATION WITH WHAT I WANT AND WHAT IS POPPIN IN THE INDUSTRY IT SEEMS TO ME THAT SINGLES ON THE RADIO ARE CURRENCY MY CREATIVITY’S ONLY FREE WHEN I’M PLAYING SHOWS