#cw: existential crisis

[luckystar190mk2]

Scary AIBO encouragement

WARNING! May cause an existential crisis. DO NOT view if you're easily existential! You have been warned!

Click the button ONLY if you're certain you'll not have an existential crisis!

Well, if you insist you'll be fine, here you go... Just don't come crying to me if you do have an existential crisis.

There, are you happy?

[follow-the-compass-home]

Karl and Sapnap become a new superhero team and are tasked with capturing Quackity. It should be easy, except life is never quite that simple.

Title from Margaret Atwood's 'They travel by air' from the anthology 'Power Politics'.

AU: Superhero AU

Genre: Angst, Humor, Fluff, Fantasy?

WC: 18,273 words

Relationship: Karlnapity

Language: English

Status: Finished, 6/6

Warnings: Fighting, burns, fires, slight derealization (dream), treatment of burn injury, inappropriate comments, implied death, guns, gun wounds, mentions of death, mentions of the end of the world, nightmares, memory confusion (I don't exactly know how to phrase this one), identity/existential crisis

[medusas-graveyard]

Au where Danny, whose timeline is an alternate version of Dan's timeline. Instead of Vlad, he's taken in by...Bruce Wayne? What the fuck do you mean his uncle is fucking Bruce Wayne???)??????

While Danny is having the existential crisis of his life, Clockwork is giving very specific instructions to Danny's rogues to make sure the boy doesn't sway to the same person Dan was. Of course, he should've known better.

Unsurprisingly, threatening Batman was a bad idea; since now the Justice League is in high alert ever since they found out this entity named 'Phantom' is supposedly the difference between the end of the world and peace.

[beaft]

finding out that most other people have an internal monologue fucked me up so bad i swear. what do you MEAN you have a little voice talking inside your head the whole time? does that not drive you nuts???

[koipudding]

omega kaiser x alpha reader snippet.

cw: yan(?) kaiser, pierced kaiser, omegaverse, he's aged up (20's), implied sex, he's in heat but lucid enough, making out (biting to make you bleed). financial dependence...

a/n: I will now solely write him with piercings. its doing something to me.

wc: 683.

Kaiser had never received comfort during a heat. All he knows is to suppress whatever ails him, and hide under some clothes that he stole from alphas or betas in the street to soothe the ache in his glands. It’s sufficient; he’s never had anything else, and didn’t know what else to expect. 

When you don’t think you’ll reach adulthood, there’s no point in indulging in the little comforts of life. Any comfort will eventually be wasted on a speck of a lifespan, but he’s finally entered his early 20’s, still feeling like the trash he was born to. The one that the world has told him he was. What no one who expects to reach adulthood anticipates is being loved; he didn’t think someone would call his name so sweetly, just to usher him back into his own nest.

Like the rose on his neck, you continue to defy everything he expected; you’re not a “traditional” alpha mate in a traditional alpha/omega pairing; you’ve been nothing but patient; more omega in nature than he ever was. 

“Mihya.” Your voice is raspy from lack of sleep; something he wished he could fix with the wealth he has amassed, but you always tell him how that’s unfair—his money was earned through the suffering and training he endured—it would be wrong of you to take it (but he sees how tired you are. How you can barely stand or even eat at the end of the day. He’s so close to forcing you to stay home). 

“Go back to bed. It’s too early, there’s no reason to be up.” He pulls you back down, his legs (bare, sticky with sweat and your combined fluids) entangled with your own. Kaiser leans back down, his tongue laving over your neck; red and blotched with purple from his many bites. 

Your hand makes its way into his hair, combing through the knots and tangles that settled from days spent in bed. Theres nothing to be said; nothing he can’t see in your eyes or smell in the way you sweeten and warm under his care. You’ve been more rested tending to his heat than in the weeks of vacation the two of you spend together before the football season starts (Kaiser sees how you enjoy taking care of him, rather of the other way around. It’s odd, especially for an alpha to want to be the main caretaker, but he doesn’t argue. It's nice to be coddled).

“Mihya.” You whisper his name one more time. Michael’s head falls onto your shoulder, pulling you into his firm chest. 

He hums against you, before scraping his teeth against your neck again. Calloused hands turn you onto your back, and blond hair falls onto your skin. 

“Hey.” You quirk a brow but pat his arm.

“Hi.” the lingering scent of a heat rolls off of him, grounding the both of you. 

“Yknow, you’re so sweet on me—on everyone—someone’s gonna eat you up.” He bares his teeth and grins at your confused, fearful (and mildly aroused) expression. 

You sputter before he cuts you off with a sweet peck. 

“Maybe I should take a bite before they get a chance to look at you,” Kaiser rolls his hips against yours, “would that be okay?” 

It’s not a question; ever. Kaiser only makes promises before taking, a dynamic that has suited you (there’s not much to disagree with. He does so much for you already right? Doesn’t your dear mate pay for everything, offer you housing and lets you keep your own money for sweet treats? It’s all so you’re reliant, bent to his will through guilt. But the way you gaze at him like he could be your savior is enough to break him). You nod and bring him down to met your lips. It’s slow, until he sinks his teeth into your lip, peeling your lips apart and prodding at your tongue with the small, but smooth metal ball of his piercings. He breaks some skin, your lips bleed as he professes his love to you. 

a/n: I HATE HIM I HATE HIM. I am kissing him and wishing him goodnight.

[celestiall0tus]

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[hunxi-after-hours]

早安 ZAO AN x 中国说唱顶峰对决2023 THE RAP OF CHINA 2023 《星星》 Star

[bambiraptorx]

(gives Leo existential crisis and a nose)

[ottopilot-sfw]

I thought I was going to save a life.

I have only told a few people this. I have been in the National Marrow Donor Program since college. If you are multiracial, your participation is especially important because multiracial people can have difficulty finding a match.

Last month, after 25 years, I was a match for a 15-year-old child. There was a phone interview, they overnighted a cheek swab kit (my original domain was blood). Then I was told I might have to wait up to 60 days for an update.

This morning I was told I was no longer a candidate. It's possible another match was found, or an alternative treatment was chosen.

I wasn't sure how to process that. I was assured feelings of disappointment, concern, or relief are normal. An hour later, I am typing this on my phone under the covers in bed with a weighted stuffie.

Almost as soon as I laid down the tears came. Then I was stifling sobs. I have been holding onto, well, a lot for the last couple weeks, like many of you.

With the autism, it's always about the control. I want to help and I can't, and it breaks my fucking heart. That extends to everything happening right now around us.

It feels so goddamn stupid and selfish to think of myself. But I can't be mad at myself, at what my brain tells me I should feel. And how intensely I feel it. Especially that part.

I write about mind control because with constant demands for attention, the responsibilities of being a parent and father, the idea of giving up control sounds appealing. But the actuality of it is terrifying to confront.

My wife texts me and the impassioned, rational approach is surprisingly helpful. Usually, a family member is a match and they choose them. She follows with, "I know you have a good heart."

I replied, "Thank you. That's what makes it hard."

Man, I hope that kid is going to be okay.

https://www.nmdp.org/

[gillipopmoji-archived]

[byanyan]

anyone else ever get overwhelmed when faced with having to put groceries away or is that just me

[celestiall0tus]

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[bespectacledbun]

is it just me or does anyone else wonder where tf the real 4th prince’s remains are….. cause like. they couldn’t bury him in the royal cemetery because it would immediately expose the ruse of “leon” replacing the prince….. But Also. I don’t think lady dompteur and that knight would have disrespected the 4th prince by putting him in a pauper’s grave yknow?

realistic scenario: there’s a marked grave somewhere in the woods that only “leon” knows about (or maybe he doesn’t know about it so he’s not tempted to visit and give himself away idk)

horrific scenario: the remains are somewhere inside the castle itself. the 4th prince never left the grounds (he’s inside the walls of “leon’s” bedroom or in a locked tower somewhere)

[catziraphale]

/Content warning for existential crisis/

A Mystery to solve: what is my purpose?

It is my understanding that the Authorities keep us for:

The Competition, which is a physical prowess test involving an obstacle course. My only strength is... well, strength, but there’s no test you can complete by carrying/dragging heavy objects (I also have a very strong bite; good luck taking a piece of meat or a toy from me 😇); if Gabriel doesn’t win this one, I don’t know who will

The Contest, which is all about whatever humans think is beautiful at the moment (for example, I was told the shade of my eyes is too pale for a Ragdoll and my ears are too big)

Breeding – for the cats who exhibit all the Right Traits, like the ability to stay relaxed, especially when handled by the humans; obviously, that’s not me. I need time to trust a human (or another cat)

Help – some cats help with raising the kittens, but they’re all spayed and neutered

???

Why do the Authorities keep me? They seem to know about me spending almost all day and most of the nights outside the house. (They keep trying to block my ways out.) They noticed the bow tie. And they definitely realise now that all the other cats either avoid me or act mildly hostile whenever I happen to cross their paths.

Why not sell me or give me away?

If I was such a sick kitten that my mother decided to leave me to die...

What was I made for?

[habitual-creatures]

Bleeghh... I'm so tired.

Jo's here? I thought she died?

- 💜 anon

Deathisasocialconstruct.

I'mdead. ButI'mhere.

I'm... dead...?

[silverpoints-terminal]

What is the Entity?

>> Kip O. Silverpoint has established a connection with portable device R81216

Alright. I'm... really not sure what else I could do.

I hope there is a good explanation to all of this.

>> The signals have been redirected to the portable unit and will not execute on the lab terminal. Proceed?

Yes.

Cedric, Prophetbot... Is this better?