#i am an idiot and in pain and AUGH

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

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[tinywafflerat]

anyone want short oc story wip that’s half angst half bad writing? nobody? oh well

(below the cut if you want to see.)

I think I might lose my mind. This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.

I literally can’t feel anything anymore.

Not in a numb way- in a “everything is killing me so I can’t distinguish any emotions” way.

I’m just lying here. On my back. On the cold block of metal that is Heaven.

I guess I just don’t know what to do. I mean, there’s nothing I really can do. Just watch to see what happens.

hrgh- what? w-wh- auGH-!

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. You’re fine. Everything is fine. It’s fine.

Except it’s not. The terror of the whole situation stays but the pain and my warm blood seeps in.

Hah- I can’t even begin to describe it. I just fumble around on the ground, trying to find what part of my body just got mutilated.

Oh.

My wings.

…

mm.

I start quietly sobbing. This is- definitely- the worst thing that’s ever happened. Forget the rebellion. Forget the idiots. Forget my family, for triangle’s sake.

I don’t even care that I’m saying Triangle’s name in vain, whatever that means. I don’t have a name, why should Triangle get one?

I snap back to really.

…Th- they took my wings.

I can’t believe it. No. Wait. This is just some twisted trick my brain is pulling on me. It has to be. They wouldn’t take somebody’s- my- wings. They just wouldn’t.

No. Of course not. They’re not that bad, right? The only thing they did- they do- is hand amputation. Obviously. It can’t be.

I feel sick. Did they drug me? No- haha, that’s silly. They don’t do th-

I glance back at my bloody wings.

Okay. Well, I’m still alive, right? Yeah? I think so! That’s good.

I hear footsteps coming towards me.

“Why is it still here?” A distant voice says. I don’t know if it wants me to answer.

Suddenly, somebody else is much closer. the snow crunches underneath the person’s boots, walking, now standing directly in front of me. I attempt to stand up but fail. Okay. It probably wants to talk to me. Maybe it’s friendly?

“Ghhhahrg-“

What was that? That’s not normal. I didn’t want to say that. Oh good, now it’s going to think I’m insane.

“Oh, hey, little guy- oh, poor you. You don’t look too well, hm?”

A pleasant voice. This one seems nice. I like it.

“COUGHcougHCOUGH- ahem- hrgh-blargh—“

Huh. Y’know, vomiting isn’t really fun. Maybe I’m wrong. It smells like acid. I don’t like acid.

The nice person walks away. What a shame.

I crawl on my hands and knees away from my vomit. Just trying to get to the edge. Honestly, I don’t know much about Heaven, but it’s not too high up, right? I can just fly down and get out-

Mm.

I almost forgot.

No wings.

My friends are going to go ballistic once I tell them about Heaven and my wings. Nobody goes to Heaven unless they’re being disposed of or something.

Do I even have friends?

Well, I had him- but he’s- he’s not… mhh. He just doesn’t count.

Hm. I guess I don’t have friends. I never really thought about it.

Wait.

Am I being disposed of? No- oh gods, I am. I really am.

That’s why everything hurts. That’s why they took my wings. That’s why my blood is splattered on the floor.

It’s always the same. Despair. Destruction. Drive. The endless desire to get stuff done.

“Gods- save me. I’m just a hungry angel trying its best. I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m just trying to survive here- please? gods gods gods- I’ll do anything. Please. Just give me another chance…”

Sigh. No hope.

Why did I even try? Why do I? The gods aren’t real. What am I doing?

The first voice finally comes back with its friends. Why does it get to have friends and I don’t? Urgh. I don’t like this.

Its friends look fancy. Important. Something like that. I don’t know.

They hold up a gun which I do not recognize and a very long scroll that has the headline of “Commited Crimes”. I assume it’s for me. You know what I do? You really want to know? That’s right, I run off the ledge and fall to my death.

That’s it. That’s what should’ve happened. But noooo, I can’t die peacefully, because of course.

Triangle itself has to go and save my poor soul from death. Good for it.

I’m just going to be a burden.

I don’t deserve this.

[heretherebedork]

Oh, this is the most painful meeting ever. I am on speakerphone and they're all idiots and none of them are listening to the lawyer, augh. Trapped with people on the phone. Sigh. At least his main advice is 'y'all need to use your union and also take ownership'. He can't do what they think he can do and I kind of knew that but he knows how to say it. Thankfully he is explaining it to them patiently.

But I kind of knew all this. Sigh.

I am grateful for this lawyer, honestly. He's explaining everything to them and they're slowly listening.

Y'all, they don't even understand what the district is trying to do with special education. They don't get it and that makes it even more painful. This poor lawyer dealing with them in person.

[crutchie-morris]

literally being eaten alive with thoughts about gerard holding that sword up like it was nothing and almost dying trying to get to elody and putting himself through the most painful social interaction making himself look like an idiot trying to get her to read that note and everything he has been doing... and being completely and totally unable to convey that in any meaningful way because he feels like he will never be enough for a. her and b. to be a person again. they r insane

right like I am losing my mind for them!!!!! they are both doing their absolute best and trying so fucking hard and they are just. it’s like they’re communicating past each other??

gerard has changed, so much, truly. and he doesn’t see it, or believe it. and you’re so right! he doesn’t see himself as worthy of her or even worthy of personhood!!

i just need her to See it. to see him. even if they don’t get back together even if it doesn’t change anything between them I need her to see. because he will never be able to communicate it to her. but she needs to see the change that’s taken place. she needs to see that she’s been a positive force in his life, and even if their marriage is over it still changed him for the better.

augh i just can’t. they r everything to me, every second I am not posting about them I am rotating them in my head like a microwave.

[ihearnocomplaints]

Rereading the fic I wrote and realising im an idiot. Goodness im tempted to rewrite the entire thing because !!!!! AUGH

pain.

I am so embarrassed.

Blushing profusely about to cry (real) /hj

I am dyyyyyyyying.

I should be more thoughtful when creating something. Time to actually plan shit out, man.

[rantsofamadam]

TW: mentions of depression/SH/suicide and mental health

Depression sucks.

Last night my list was a full page long of everything I wanted to get done today.

Now it’s 9:18 and all I’ve done from that list is do my laundry.

I should shower tonight. I don’t even want to do that. Nearly at all.

Depression ig?

But why? Wrong meds? Off meds? Hormones? Trip depression? Life?

Augh I don’t know.

I just know there’s too much wrong with me and I’m too tired to care.

Death and sex, my two main thoughts.

Oh to be a teenager.

What else is new.

God I’m a fucking mess.

I barely feel like a person enough as it is- and here I am.

2:23 am on Easter Sunday.

Crying.

Because I fell asleep too early like an idiot.

Too apathetic to do much else than sleep. So that’s all I did.

I didn’t really mean to, it was just supposed to be rest.

But now it’s 2 am and everything feels wrong.

My phone is still here. My door was still half closed.

I pray my mother came to check on me even if she knew I was asleep.

My meds are un-taken,

My teeth are un-brushed,

I didn’t shower

My clothes aren’t in the dryer

My hair is matted

My body has new scars,

And my back is aching so badly because I fell asleep on the wrong side.

I woke up with a bloody nose,

There’s an empty suitcase talking up space in my room,

My pillows are flat,

My sheets are coming undone,

Now there is fermenting apple juice in the bottom of a plastic bag on my floor.

I’ve grown so familiar with the smell,

I leave everything how it is.

Because it’s 2:26 am and I’m crying.

None of that will be solved now.

My charger is dead.

My headphones are dying.

My phone is at 18%.

I don’t care anymore.

At least I found my once lost headphones. Even that I barely got right.

I didn’t do any of my homework or clean my room nearly at all.

Can’t even take care of my basic self.

My face is fat and ugly.

I can’t stop being tired.

And now I’m expected to see family and go to church tomorrow?

I hope we don’t.

I hope my brothers sickness lets us just stay home. Not worry about judgement from family. Not worry about Easter. Just be. Please. Just be.

Lord, I think you would forgive us if we just- were. For a day. I know it’s Easter Sunday.

But isn’t this what you died for?

For us to- forgive each other. Lift each other up. Give each other time, space, love, moments to cherish, be together and breathe.

Please.

I need that from my family more than going to church.

My hairs getting long but I’m kind of a fan.

I dream of painful tattoos decorating and scarring my body.

The lines I create are therapeutic in that way.

I stare at my red scars in the mirror.

My shoulder and thighs.

I admire them. I want more but don’t want to ruin their symmetrical, abstract perfection.

Hitting myself is easier than taking action.

Hitting myself is easier than processing.

Hitting myself is easier than receiving love.

Slap. Punch. Slam. Slam. Slam.

I wish I could knock myself unconscious instead of just creating bruises.

I can’t do this.

The anxiety grows to an unbearable point.

Please leave.

Please stay.

Please let me beat myself to a pulp until the cops finally find out.

And rip me from myself.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Aww hey besties :D

Lol Cheers xD

Ooope nope Jacob doesn't want him to xd

Jacob this looks really suspicious towards You Know What but I'm gonna keep holding out hope xd

It's gotta be a mislead it's gotta be a mislead it's gotta be a mislead please it's gotta be a mislead 😭

As in it has to be please :'))

Also I just realized the detail/irony that the sub took of the bowtie when he left 💀 xD like he didn't tie it on SLFJFHKS XDD this show is so good oh my gosh

ALSO just realized that Jacob could be thinking Gregory's lonely without Janine/sad over her o.o 👀 xD like I genuinely think that could be an explanation

I am denial but I believe in myself :') it'll be okay lol

Believe as in I think I could be right in my denial

Anyway! Continuing on now that I did some things I had to do and got more food

"Water because the drinks here are pricey" 💀 XD Jacob that's such a mood though lol

Jacob no xD

I feel like that would either make him super hyper or, very tired lol

AAAAHHHHHHHHH NO-

AUOGH

AUGH

help

It's because he has a project/deadline he's working on :)!! That's all :D

I swear Jacob please don't continue to elaborate and make this less vague for me

Maybe

They go through a rough patch and Gregory thinks they broke up but it turns out they made up

OR GREGORY BRINGS THEM TOGETHER TO MAKE UP

please guys I need this

Don't do this to me xD

Okay I've spent too long focus (and time but there was a break lol) on the first 20 seconds of this scene xD

I need to get through this I can live I can do it lol

Exactly Gregory it's no big deal :D you're so right for that man :))))))

"Didn't nobody tell you to stay out of gay folks business?" SLDJFHDKS xDD also Jacob as if you don't over share literally every second of the day

I suspect he might be joking though xD

Also maybe this'll mean he won't elaborate 👀👀

Ah so that's an actual saying xD I thought Gregory was gonna believe him for a second lol

aaAAAAHHHHHHH NOOO-

Guys I'm so scared

Help

They're gonna be fine they're gonna be fine they're gonna be fine

Especially because they're telling it now so they wouldn't dare break them up after an episode of trying to figure it out/fix it

. . . would they :')

O.O Okay Jacob chill xD

He looks angry xd

See I'm laughing to hide the pain :')

Okay I need to stop thinking about the future and just enjoy the angst for now lol

Awww Jacob :((( honey 😭 :'(

It'll be alright <3 I don't think it'll be those stages lol

A month??

Oh no longer, two months?-

No wait don't say like a year-

SEVEN MONTHS??!?

SIR 😭😭😭💔

Okay I don't want you to but why have you not broken up already 😭 xd you idiots xD

Also that reminds me of the "a year. . plus another year" when he first mentioned Zach xD :') :') (first is sweet second is help me please) 😭❤️💔

Yeah exactly Gregory xD

JACOB DON'T SAY THAT

Don't you dare say pretending to still be into each other don't you dare-

He's over exaggerating :)) yeah this is fine :))

Okay right enjoy the angst in the moment xd

I'll have two reactions each time lol; one long term one right now xD

Jacobbb honeyyy 😭😭 :((

If it's bc he wants the stability bc Trauma I swear I'm gonna lose it-

In a mostly good way xD

AYY Jacob slay :D

Wait he's been missing hasn't he- YUP SLFKGHSKS

My boy <33

Also that nod/look at the cameraman just reminded me he's there and that makes it hurt so much worse somehow :')

OKAY PHEW I MADE IT THROUGH

I swear if this entire episode is Gregory helping Jacob plan how to break up with Zach I'm gonna lose it-

Maybe in doing all that he'll realize how much he still loves him :'))

Sorry guys I'm not okay xD

OKAY LOL back to the rest of the episode after that one and a half minute scene xD 💀

[hihello-idraw]

Fuck it, tumblr deleted all of the tags after the ones talking about sasunaru so I have to redo them all, and to remove the possibility of them getting deleted because apparently tumblr has a tag limit now, I'm just gonna write it all as a normal post

Naruto and Sakura: Specifically in a more platonic sense than romantic, maybe queerplatonic? Like, Sakura could never love Naruto romantically, but their dynamic is built upon love and loss and pain because they were the only two people (other than Kakashi) to have this ability to relate to one another on their pain from Sasuke leaving

Plus this one fic where Sakura felt really put-off when with Sasuke and Naruto because it felt like they only needed each other to complete themselves so she felt like she was third-wheeling and felt awkward when with them and OH that intrigued me

The quencies of Naruto's tunnel vision on Sasuke after he left Speaking of quencies!

Naruto and Shikamaru: Oh Naruto and Shikamaru,

Shikamaru being one of Naruto's first friends along with Chouji and Kiba, and the idea that Naruto inspires Shikamaru to do better, to BE better, but upon growing older feeling left behind compared to the dynamics of team 7

He says he doesn't understand why Naruto goes after Sasuke the way he does, but if it was Naruto Shikamaru would do the same damn thing and he doesn't want to admit it

Naruto is the sun, and because of his gravity Shikamaru is drawn to him, Naruto is what helps keep Shikamaru in orbit along with Ino and Chouji, but the sun doesn't need the planets as much as the planets need the sun And Shikamaru knows this, and so he clings desperately onto every bit of Naruto he can get

But Shikamaru also helps bring Naruto back down to earth, he reminds Naruto that humans have their limits and that-even with his obscene amount of power-Naruto is just as human as he was when he was younger, he reminds him that he is still a teenager, just like the rest of Konoha 13

Naruto and Gaara: OH BOY where do I start

The parallels. The parallels drive me INSANE.

AND THE WAY NARUTO GOT TO BE TO GAARA WHAT IRUKA WAS TO HIM .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·. Iruka was what helped Naruto love his village again, and Naruto was what helped Gaara gain faith in humanity again

Naruto being Gaara's first ever friend and being one of his most precious people

NARUTO BEING BABY GAARA'S FRIEND IN HIS INFINITE TSUKUYOMI DREAM இ௰இ

AGHHH THEY MAKE ME SO EMOTIONAL ಥ_ಥ

Naruto and Hinata: THEY'RE FREAKING ADORABLE AUGH o(≧口≦)o

I love Naruto being such an oblivious idiot towards Hinata's affections and his own feelings for literal years before finally putting two and two together, it's just too funny to me! o(*￣▽￣*)o

I am still utterly enraged at the fact that all Hinata's character was boiled down to was 'The girl that likes Naruto' though (╬▔皿▔)╯ Kishimoto when I fucking catch you for the atrocious handling of the females in Naruto wHeN I CATCH YOU

But I loved Hinata becoming more confident thanks to Naruto's influence! They deserved to be punk little shits together

I also loved Hinata deciding that being a Kunoichi wasn't what she wanted in life! I KNOW that Naruto, team 8, and Neji were her BIGGEST supporters for her decision! They would've gladly beat up anyone who bad mouthed her decision!

And just so we're clear! I don't mind any of these dynamics in either a romantic or platonic way except for Naruto and Sakura (Strictly not romantic for me)!

My indecisive ass can't choose what person to ship Kakashi or Naruto with so! Polyamory it is then!

[vv-xx]

Pls bless us with some sub dottore content

Yesh, I've really been putting this off haven't I 😨 Anyways, SAY YES TO THE DRESS? SAY YES TO THE SLUT 🗣🗣🗣

Sub Dottore x Male reader

Cw: Raw fucking, rough sex, punishment, slapping, cock stepping, gagging, choking, degrading, begging, edging, ass grabbing, Masochist dottore, public-ish sex, dottore is a brat, reader is abit of a bitch

Dottore was being even more of an asshole today, he treated you like a total idiot! Every warning you gave him he shrugged off without a care in the word. Oh how he'll regret that....

"Y/n, you're finally here. Could yo-" he bearly got to finish his sentence before you pulled him away from his work. "Hey, wha-' 'Shut it" You cut him off again. 'Rude', he thought to himself.

You shove Dottore into a closed off room and slam the door behind you. Dottore stumbles, almost falling. "Hey what the-" He stops mid sentence, seeing the pure rage in your eyes. "What did I do?" He questioned innocently. "Oh you KNOW what you did, Dottore." You snapped.

You push Dottore to the floor. "Owch you've wounded me, I- AH!♡" You dig your heel into Dottore's dick, making him moan, loud. Too loud for your liking. You look around the room looking for anything to use as a gag to make him shut up.

You find a piece of cloth on a shelf and tie it around Dottores mouth. Drool starts to soak the cloth already.

"You're such a slut aren't you Dottore?" You put more pressure on his dick making him moan through the cloth. "You're a stupid. Little. Whore. Who only wants to be filled to the brim with my cum huh? Am I right Dottore?" With every word you uttered, the more you you drove your boot into Dottore cock. The feeling of pain and arousal make him quiver and shake.

He nods aggressively while whimpering for mercy. You show him some mercy and take your boot off his dick and kneel infront of him.

"Huh, already going to cum? You really are a slut" You said while grinning like a maniac. He let's out a muffled whine.

You take off the cloth and almost immediately Dottore starts begging. "Please... Please fuck me y/n... I need it, please.." Drool slips past his lips as he begs for you dick.

You lay him on his back, then take off his clothes making him whimper at the cool air hitting his now sensitive body. You pull your pants down to your mid thigh and shove Dottore's legs to his chest.

"Don't you scream, alright?" You say, confusing Dottore. You put your tip on Dottore's rim and grab his thighs grounding yourself. "Wait- Aren't you going to... Use lube?" Dottore says worried. You simply smile at him and shove your whole length in him in one go.

"aAAHH!!♡♡" Dottore moans, almost screaming like a girl.

You bearly give Dottore a minute to adjust to you size before you start ravaging his insides. "Archons! You're so tight- Ha- It's like I'm fucking a virgin!" Dottore just moans and rolls his eyes to the back of his head. He can bearly think anymore. He could only think about your dick drilling into his tight hole. The thought makes him tighten up even more, to the point where you thought your dick was gonna snap off.

"Archons, you're gonna break my dick Dottore! Relax would you!?" Dottore only moans. "Hey! Are you listening?" You say, placing a hand on Dottore's neck and squeezing both sizes. Dottore gasps for air, unable to breathe properly.

He feels like he's gonna faint... He didn't even cum yet... Cum?... Wai- "ARCHONS-♡ AUGH, PLEASE!! CUMMING, PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!♡♡♡♡ I- AH♡! PLEASE!" Dottore grips your wrist while begging for his realise.

You grin, knowing that you'd be the only person who could ever make the 2nd fatui harbinger beg and moan like this.

Dottore shakes violently as he cums, not caring if you said he couldn't. He paints his stomach and some of his chest white. You didn't spare him a second to come down from his high and continued thrusting into his hole more roughly, chasing your release.

Tears start falling freely down Dottore's face as he weakly grabs your hand that's still wrapped around his neck.

"Who said you could cum yet?" Dottore was too fucked out to understand what you told him. "Hey! Are you listening!?" You stop thrusting and take your hand off Dottore's neck and slap him across the face trying to snap him back into reality.

Dottore moans after you slap him across the face

You grab his jaw and make him look at you. "Hey slut, speak when you're spoken to alright?" Dottore nods vigorously.

His eyes crossed when you started fucking him roughly again, he squirmed in your grasp, trying to run from the overwhelming pleasure you were giving him.

You wished you had a kamera because he looked so wonderful with his fucked out face.

"Ha.. I thought you were smart than this 'Doctor'. Still can't even answer my question can you?" You tell him while grinning. Dottore gives no response, his brain have being turned into mush.

You smile at his weakened state, proud of yourself for making the almighty Fatui Harbinger cry and squirm for your dick.

"More.. Ah!.... More!! I... Augh- Need it!" Dottore spoke before muttering 'more' to himself. He arches his back while begging for more, rather uncharacteristic for a man like him.

An idea pops inside your head, making you grin like a madman. You thrust into Dottore, but weakly that he gets almost no stimulation to get him to cum.

"Augh... Why did you stop..." Is all Dottore could force out of his dry throat. "You're smart aren't you? The smartest man in Snezhaya, am I right? Then you should be able to figure out exactly why I stopped, right?" You say with a sinister smile plastered on his face.

Dottore groans. You stop all his thoughts by making a ticking sound with your mouth. Dottore whimpers, and tries begging physically rather than verbally. You tsk, what an idiot. How many times will he do that before he realises that you won't give in to him from just facial expression.

Dottore takes a deep shakey breath before speaking. "Could you... please.. "Please what?" You chime in. "Please..." Dottore grumbles "fuck me..." Dottore whispered. "Who?" He rolls his eyes. "... Y/n...." You give him a disappointed look. "Just move already! I can't do this anymore! Move you damn imbeci- OH~!"

You start thrusting rough, fast, deep. Dottore is rocking back and forth from power you put into your thrusts, he swears his ass would be bruised by the end of everything. Archons and he'd have a huge limp when he walks.

All his remaining thoughts disappear when you grab his tass, he cums almost immediately when you squeeze them. "Woah! I didn't expect you cum so fast from me just grabbing your ass.. Hm, how about I preform an experiment? Hm, sound good huh?" You grab his hips and use them as leverage to thrust harder. Dottore throws his head back and tries to squirm away from the stimulation.

You reach for his ass squeezed it. Your other hand stays on his hip giving you leverage to keep thrusting. Dottore arches his back and you hit his prostate over, and over, and over, and over again.

"plEASE-!? OUGHH!" Dottore moans while arching his chest into your hand. The pleasure felt overwhelming for Dottore, but he couldn't bring himself to use his safe word.

His vision goes white as his climax hits him like a truck, you cum soon after him.

You stay inside him for a few seconds to catch your breath. Seems dottore already passed out from exhaustion, leaving you with a large mess to clean.

"I can do it later" you think to yourself while laying down next to him.

[tsuy4n]

Temporary curse 2

Part 1

"Good morning, everyone!"

Your cheerful and bubbly voice reach to the brothers' ears while entering the dining room with Lucifer while being carried by him; only by one arm, completely dressed up cutely. Thanks to Lucifer.

You all went out shopping at Majolish yesterday to buy you some clothes for the time being in your child form to use for tomorrow's retreat...it was quite a disaster, since they couldn't decide which clothes to buy you, since everything suits you well. What they all thought

In the end, the brothers had decided to let you pick your own clothes.

"Good morning, sweetie~!"

Asmo sweetly replies along with his smile as he quickly stood up from his seat and dashed by your side after Lucifer had sat you down beside his.

"Morning."

Leviathan replied as well, his eyes leaving the screen of his phone to look at you; who's being smothered by Asmo.

"Hey! Get away from her!"

Mammon shouts but was completely ignored by Asmodeus. sad.

"Did you sleep well?"

The Avatar of Lust asked, which you replied with a nod and bright smile but still somewhat looking sleepy.

"Aww~ you're still sleepy aren't you? Well it's really early...You can sleep with me later after we arrive at the castle~!"

He happily said as he seemed excited at the thought of you sleeping beside him, hugging as he kisses your plump, soft, chubby cheeks.

"Wha?! No way! [Y/n]'s sleepin' beside me later!"

Mammon retorts to his brother, who only scoffed at him.

"No way that's happening, because [Y/n] is obviously gonna pick me and not you."

Asmodeus confidently said to the white haired demon.

"How can ya be so sure, huh?!"

"Are you an idiot? Oh, wait. I can't believe I just asked that. But I'll answer that for you, because you're an idiot. Of course you're an idiot! It's obvious that she wants to see me, my beautiful face, the moment she opens her eyes."

"What the— hey! I ain't an idiot!"

Mammon retorts as Satan appears with Beel, who's both setting down the plate of foods as their breakfast for today.

"You may be pretty Asmo, but we're not that sure if [Y/n] will pick you."

Beel spoke after putting the plate down, earning a stifle laugh from Satan, after he puts down three pieces of pancakes with butter and honey on top of it on a plate in front of you, which made your eyes sparkle.

"-Pancakes!"

You happily exclaimed, your sleepiness disappearing at the delicious looking food. And when you were about to start digging in, you couldn't reach your food,. So you stood up on your seat and reached for the fork then started your meal, completely forgetting that the brothers were still arguing in the background.

"-Delicious~!"

Your eyes sparkled as you stuff your mouth with pancakes while the demons continue to argue.

"How rude!"

Asmo responds to Beel, a scowl visible on his pretty face.

"There's no need to be upset, Asmo. What Beel said was true."

Satan said with a chuckle, which only made Asmo scoff.

"Why do they have to be so loud."

Leviathan mumbles to himself as he scrolls through his phone, but is actually lowkey jealous. Lucifer coughs; gaining his brothers' attention.

"Apparently, [Y/n] is not sleeping with anyone, with the exception of me of course. Now, shut up before I hang you all upside down at the ceiling, leaving you all here for three days."

All of them squeaked at their eldest brother's deadly smile and a bit of shameful words.

"Augh..Do you guys have to be so loud in the morning? I even woke up from my slumber. I felt like my eardrums were gonna explode."

Belphegor deadpans, his brows furrowed, completely annoyed at them, not until he saw you, continuously stuffing your mouth with pancakes; making your cheeks more plump as your eyes continue to shine and sparkle.

A squirrel?

Belphie thought, his head slightly at the side while staring at you.

"Gwush moshning, Bwelp!"

You cheerfully greeted, mouth full with food as you smiled at him.

"Yeah, Good morning, [Y/n]. Enjoying your breakfast?"

He replied, a faint smile visible on his face as he tries not to laugh at you which was a success.

"Yeah! The pawnkwish twaste amashing! Wanna twist?"

(Yeah! The pancake taste amazing! Wanna taste?)

"[Y/n] don't talk with your mouth full, and eat slowly of you'll choke."

Lucifer scolds as he couldn't help himself to chuckle, the others laughing at you.

"LOLOL! That's was so cute that I got it on video!"

The third born happily exclaims while holding on his phone.

"Oi, Levi! Send that to THE great Mammon!"

"Sure."

"Oh, me too~!"

Asmo chimes with a smile.

"Just send it to the group, so that the others can see it as well."

Belphie deadpans which made Levi to smile more.

"Yeah, great idea! Aaaand sent."

"I'm glad that you liked it."

Satan spoke with a smile.

"Of course! It's so soft and fluffy and delicious!"

You exclaimed with enthusiasm, making the blonde to chuckle and pat your head, which you enjoyed.

"Anyways, is your belongings all ready?"

Lucifer ask, earning a few nods from some of his brothers.

"Very well. let's all finish up breakfast quickly then clean up and head to Lord Diavolo's castle. I can't let the angels and Solomon be there first."

"Why does that line seem familiar?"

Mammon ask as he starts to remember, while Asmodeus claps hiss hands together.

"I'm so excited~!"

Asmo excitedly exclaimes while Beel's eyes seemed to have lit up by the news.

"Well not me."

Levi mumbles as he eats.

"Barbatos' cooking."

"Wha— hey, Beel! Stop drooling, you're getting it on my shoulder!"

Exclaimed Leviathan at the tall orange haired cute demon as Lucifer lets out a sigh.

"Be on your best behavior, everyone."

After breakfast, you tried to help the others clean up the table but was stopped quickly stopped, before you could even lift a plate.

They didn't wanted you getting into an accident, that's why. Just the thought of your pained expression deeply aches their hearts.

Mammon has you already in his arms, ready to escape the clean up duty to spend some time with you, but was caught by Belphie, who smiled sinisterly at his white haired brother; making the albino to put you down with a smile as he sweat bullets and before leaving, he said,

"The Great Mammon has to help out his brothers clean up, so go on, play around and have some fun on your own while waiting"

Belphie seemed to have blackmailed Mammon.

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"Woah~! Is that really a castle?!"

You shouted excitedly as you stare at Diavolo's castle with shining and sparkling eyes, lips slightly agape, completely amazed at the sight while being carried by Lucifer, who's walking towards the door of the castle of his lord.

"T-Then, there must be lo~ts of sweets inside, right?!"

The others laughs at your enthusiasm, and finally, you all entered, the large door opening to let you all inside; the inside seemed to be sparkling in your eyes.

"Well, good morning! I must say, I couldn't wait for you to arrive!"

Diavolo cheerfully greets with a soft chuckle.

"Welcome to Lord Diavolo's castle, it's a pleasure to you have here."

Barbatos politely greets with a smile.

"Good morning, Diavolo. And you too, Barbatos."

Lucifer greets back to both of them.

"Oh~ Is that [Y/n]?"

The auburn haired demon prince stares at you, his eyes seemed to have lit up at the sight of you.

"Yes."

The black haired demon simply replied.

"I must say, [Y/n] is very cute when she was a child. I can't believe she had such plump, soft, chubby cheeks!"

Diavolo happily exclaims with a bright smile.

"[Y/n] this is Lord Diavolo, say hi to him."

Your cheeks flushed as you beam at him, trying your best not to look shy.

"H-Hello, nice to meet you, Lord Diavolo!"

You used your cheerful and bubbly voice at him, which made his smile more big.

"Yes, nice to meet you, [Y/n]."

Barbatos walks forward and stares at you which you also stared back, a slight confused and curious look in your big orbs

"Cute, isn't she?"

His lord asked which he responded with a nod and smile.

"Yes. She somehow resembles a very cute hamster."

Diavolo lets out a heartful laugh.

"A hamster, huh?"

"Hello, [Y/n]. I am Barbatos, nice to meet you."

Your cheeks continue to flush as you couldn't held back a shy look at the new person in front of you.

"N-Nice to meet you as well, Barb..Bar.."

Your face scowls as you had a hard time pronouncing the butler's name, your tounge seems to somehow gets tangled when you attempt to say his name like the others prounounce, which made laughter fill the room.

"Oh my. I apologize for also laughing, but that was quite adorable."

You blink your eyes twice at the smiling and chuckling butler, and soon smiled, your teeth slightly showing as you also started to laugh.

"Hey, look. I got [Y/n]'s frowning expression on camera. LOL."

Leviathan snickers while staring at your face through his phone.

"Pfft— send that to the group."

Mammon said while holding back his laughter.

"I'm getting hungry just by staring at [Y/n]'s cheeks..."

Beel spoke as his twin shook his head.

"Well, I'm sleepy. And I think [Y/n]'s sleepy as well, I can't wait to sleep with her."

Belphie spoke happily.

"Nu-uh! [Y/n] and I will be sleeping together!"

Asmo retorts while Satan shakes his head and say:

"Don't start again."

"Lucifer, will both of them give me some delicious sweet?"

You whisper at the black haired with sparkling eyes which made him chuckle.

"Perhaps. You'll just have to wait and see."

He said as he smirks. You nod your head and stared at the two demons in front of you, your eyes sparkling as it showed that you were expecting something from them.

"Why is she staring at the both of us like that?"

Diavolo ask, chuckling as he stares back at you with Barbatos beside him.

"And she seems to expecting something from us?"

The butler said with a smile on his face. Lucifer chuckles and covers your eyes.

"Don't mind her. She's just expecting a sweet treat from the both of you."

"A fun of sweets, huh?"

Diavolo said with a chuckle once again while Lucifer puts you down, making you to dash to the other brothers.

"It seems that our other guests have arrived."

Barbatos announce as he smile while you hide behind Mammon's legs, making the avatars of sins stare at you in awe.

"Hello, good morning. We've already got quite a crowd here, don't we?."

Simeon greets with a smile.

"Yes, and it seems like you've all managed to get here before us once again."

Solomon said as he chuckles softly.

"...Is that [Y/n]?"

Luke points out. You slightly flinched, making you to hide more behind the white haired demon, Mammon.

"She's shy around strangers but once you give her something sweet, she'll immediately go liking you as if she wasn't shy when you first met her~!"

Asmodeus happily explained to them.

"Oh~ She's really cute."

Solomon said as he approaches and crouches down.

"Hello, I'm Solomon. Nice to meet you."

He said with a charming smile while showing a lollipop in his hand. You immediately stepped out from your hiding spot with sparkling eyes.

"Hello, and thank you!"

You replied cheerfully while taking the lollipop away from his hand and giving him a hug, catching the sorcerer off guard.

"Didn't your parents told you about strangers with sweets?"

Solomon asked with a chuckle while you start to unwrap the lollipop.

"Mommy told and warned me about them, but mister Sol are friends with everyone in this room! And you already introduced yourself. We aren't strangers anymore!"

You chirped as you can beam a smile at him which they found so adorable and precious.

"We're gonna be best friends, Sol!"

Solomon felt warm and fuzzy inside while he reaches his hand to pat your head gently.

"You are with no doubt, straight up cute and adorable as a kid. Stay a child forever, [Y/n].

The sorcerer states with a huge smile on his face.

"Yes. Who knew that [Y/n] could be this cute when she was a child."

"Indeed. Cute."

Simeon approaches you next, slightly crouched down. Your eyes seemed to have lit up at the sight of him.

"Pretty~"

He chuckles softly with a smile.

"Mister, are you an angel?"

Simeon continues to smile as he starts to pat your head.

"Why, yes."

Your eyes shines. You held out your hand while smiling brightly along with your sparkling eyes.

"Nice to meet you, pretty angel mister, I'm [Y/n]!"

He laughs as he gently shook your hand.

"Hi [Y/n], I'm Simeon, nice to meet you."

You beam at him.

"Then he must be an angel as well, right?!"

You point at the small boy with enthusiasm.

"Of course, I am!"

Luke responds while Simeon laughs.

"Oh~! You're a cute angel!"

You beam at him, staring at him with glossy sparkling eyes. You ran towards him with a soft laughter that made everyone stare at you in awe, their hearts melting as you gave Luke a warm hug, your arms trying to wrap his waist completely.

"Augh..Why does she goes around huggin' everyone."

"You're not the only who's being jealous, Mammon."

Beel said beside his white haired older brother with a slight look of disdain in his face as Mammon turns a bit red.

"I am not being jealous! Why would I be?! That's Levi's job, ya know?! It's not like I also want to be hugged by [Y/n] while she smile bright, okay?!"

"I can't believe you all can handle that physical touching and stuff. Augh. Normies."

"Says the one who gave [Y/n] also a candy to receive a kiss."

Belphie deadpans at Levi, who suddenly turned red.

"I can't believe she called Simeon pretty at their first meeting."

Asmodeus mutters with his arms crossed.

"There's no need for you to be jealous."

Satan spoke with a smile and chuckle.

"Alright, since we're all here we should explain what we'll be doing for the retreat."

You shook his large warm hand with your soft and chubby small hand.

Diavolo announce with a smile.

"Certainly, my lord."

Barbatos said as he bowed his head then raises it, a smile showing on his face.

"I'll begin explaining what we have planned for each day of the retreat."

...

After Barbatos explained what everyone will do for each day of retreat, everyone left to head to their designated rooms that was also announced by the butler, himself.

(1) Diavolo, [Y/n], Lucifer. (2) Solomon, Beel, Mammon. (3) Belphegor, Simeon, Satan. (4) Luke, Asmodeus, Leviathan.

And right now, the three of you: Diavolo, Lucifer and you are all inside your room, Barbatos now entering with a plate of macaroons and two cups of tea and a glass of juice.

"Macaroon.."

Your mouth waters after Barbatos sets the plate of different colored macaroons in front oy you.

"Well, don't be shy. dig in."

Diavolo said, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

"Okay! Thank you very much!"

As you take one piece of the macaroon and took it inside your mouth, it felt like fireworks exploding everywhere inside your head; which made your expression easy for them to read: a complete happy and pleased look.

"So good~!"

Diavolo laughs while Barbatos chuckles along with Lucifer.

"Did you made them yourself, Barb?!"

You enthusiastically asked, eyes sparking with excitement.

"Yes."

The butler nods with a smile which made you beam and compliment him.

"I am happy to hear that you're enjoying them."

Diavolo laughs once again.

"If you want more, there's no need to hold back and ask."

Lucifer shook his head as he wipes your mouth with a napkin.

"Do not spoil her too much with sweets, Lord Diavolo. Or she'll ruin her teeth."

After finishing your sweets, Diavolo has you seated on his lap. He was smiling brightly as he plays with your cheeks while you only laugh.

"Are all human children this cute? I can't believe they have such chubby soft cheeks~!"

"No. I am certain that [Y/n]'s cuteness cannot compare to the other children out there."

Lucifer responds without hesitation to his lord, making him laugh while he start to carry you, using one arm. You lay your head on his shoulder after wrapping your arms around his neck and slowly falling asleep which Diavolo and Lucifer both noticed.

He stands up and tucks you in his bed with a gentle smile on his face. He stares at your peaceful sleeping face as he opens his mouth to respond softly at Lucifer's words.

"Yes, I agree."

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A groan escapes your lips as you turn your body on the soft bed, the sound of the white blanket shuffling along with the cheerful and excited voices outside, approaching the room.

"Sweetheart, [Y/n]~! Are you wake?"

"Asmodeus, you can't just barge inside like that. This isn't just my room nor [Y/n]. This is also the room of Lord Diavolo."

Lucifer scolds while Diavolo laughs and enters the room with the both of them saying that it's fine, the other demons following as well.

"Hey, [Y/n]! I've baked some cookies for you, so wake up before they get cold!"

Luke shouts excitedly while approaching your bed.

"Is it really necessary for all of you to come just to wake her up? I'm sure it's enough with just me and Beel."

The sleepy Belphie said with a small yawn. Beel nods his head whilst munching on his breakfast food.

"Well, [Y/n]'s smiling bright face is really nice to see in the morning."

Simeon spoke with a smile.

"Indeed."

Satan agrees as he chuckles.

"Everyone is really lively in the morning."

Solomon said, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"Oi, [Y/n]! The Great Mammon is here to wake ya up with a lot of sweets!"

"Which he stole from Barbatos' kitchen."

Leviathan deadpans to his white haired brother.

"I didn't steal anything!"

The room continues to be loud while Luke's smiling face drops as he saw you sitting up with your elbows lifting you. Not in your child form anymore.

"Why is everyone being so loud in the morning, and suddenly spoiling me with sweets? I don't think I've talked about that with any of you."

Everyone froze as they stared at you, hand pushing the side of your hair back while your bare shoulders along with your right leg shown. Simeon smiles while covering Luke's eyes, both of them red.

You felt your shoulders get chilly while everyone in the room turns red. You looked at yourself under the blanket. Naked. Asmodeus whistles mumbling about how you look hot and sexy right now, while Satan shooks his head at him, both of them red. Mammon and Levi had turned completely red — a blushing mess as they both seemed to have malfunctioned.

Solomon continues to smile as if he wasn't completely affected, but actually is. Belphie and Beel looks away, both of them not saying any word. Lucifer and Diavolo both tries their best to compost themselves. Smiling darkly, you chuckle. A chuckle that somehow sent a shiver down their spines.

"I'm sorry if this will sound disrespectful, Lucifer. And especially towards you, Lord Diavolo...but please get out. All of you."

[picnokinesis]

Nooo Taka stay up late and have fun also I just read the latest chap of campervan and I did a BIG YELL and yes I am the same anon all day, ALSO. Whilst u here. What's a few dr who fics you've read recently or are reading that you recommend? Lets hear what u like lmao

AHH YAY I’m so glad you enjoyed it!! :D And haha I figured you might be - you’ve been a delight to have around <3

Oh but EXCELLENT question - I absolutely love reading fic so let me dig up some recent recs for you. I actually wanna do a proper rec post of my all time fandom faves at some point. Someone in another fandom I’m in did a really nice one with photo edit banners for all the fics, so I kinda wanna give that a shot if I can (not that I know a thing about photo editing rip). But for now...

the hollow men and the dying of the light by lupescx

These are both so good - the hollow men is focused on the master dealing (or, rather, not dealing) with the cyberium after the events of s12, with some really good TARDIS content. Whereas the dying of the light is focused on thirteen in prison, with some added thoschei, and guuuuuh I wail. I really wanna draw something for this one (if I can figure out a good composition in my head ahah) because I’m obsessed with a particular line of imagery. If you’ve read my fic watchfires, I think you’ll like this one.

the words don't reach by morpholomeg

This one, augh. Short but oh so sweet - it follows Yaz and Thirteen post s12, not talking about their issues but also kind of talking about it in their own kind of way. I can’t explain. Go read it, it’s beautiful

Days Are Numbered by HiNerdsItsCat

Again, prison thirteen. The Master comes to visit. It’s great, as is, well, literally everything by this author hahaha. Funny but painful but perfect, I love it a lot. Some excellent thoschei content.

the dying embers of an altar place by wreckageofstars

THIS ONE. Oh my goodness, it’s SO good - the doctor circa s12 being an idiot and not talking about her feelings, ditching the fam and facing the consequences? You got it. It’s great. Also some really really lovely Ryan and Thirteen content, which just makes me want to wail because I love them so much and I don’t see enough of them

the most infuriating seventy seven years of his life by fluffysfics

This is actually a series, but AHH it’s so good! It’s a bunch of short fics, one for each decade, following the Master through those seventy seven years of being stuck on Earth after the Doctor stranded him in Paris. Some great angst, but also some really awesome character exploration and callbacks to previous series of doctor who. And all fantastically written. It’s awesome!! 

Persona by twoandtwomakefive

A really REALLY great thoschei one, where thirteen and dhawan!master both lose their memories for mysterious reasons and end up being taken in by convent/monastery...which sounds weird but trust me, it’s really really great. Very well written and ahhh I love how this author writes the characters so much. It’s wonderful! 

I think that’s most of the ones I’ve been reading recently, although there’s probably a bunch of other great ones that I’ve forgotten to mention. Go check them all out!! They’re all absolutely outstanding and deserve more love!

[ehh-is-the-name]

Inanimate Insanity II, ep 14.

I’m making a log of my feelings and thoughts during this ep, something tells me it’s gonna be a feels fest. Oh yeah, forgot to mention there’s spoilers in here, so be careful

Alright I had this idea less then 5 mins into the ep so I’m just gonna start to where Fan gets abducted. --~~~-- BRUH He just runs out to touch the egg like the papa he is and then just SHOOWP. there he goes, up in the green laser then fukin Intro with the chessy music. Are we just not gonna say anything about that?? Plus the convo of MePhone4 and MePad?

Hell yeah I can smell the story from here, 30 minutes of content here I come! ~~~ Alright HE HAS A FUCKIN SHEILD?! I wasn’t expecting a laser battle but damn ~~~ Test Tube’s livid and possibly gone bonkers. Punching a hole through the pop machine wasn’t the most necessary thing but I’ll back it up. Not to mention everyone’s kinda scared her at the moment too... Scared, well spoke a little too soon. ~~~ OUUU Oh SNAP- Suitcase telling of Test Tube like that- Now that’s tea.

~~~ I swear there’s too much going on and I love it. Fan’s stuck with the egg in a horribly minimalistic room, The contestants are trying to defeat the giant egg that was apparently sent by cobs (I don’t by it), and MePhone4 basically saying he’s going lone wolf on everyone and everything, ahh the tea- the drama- the sauce! I love every second of it and I’m not even a whole 10 mins into the ep. ~~~ Um Taco, the fuck you doing with MePad back there? Also Mic, I’m 99% sure you guys aren’t equals, or at least not in Taco’s mind. ~~~ Ngl the lil egg dude being scared of fan made me tear up a bit. I’m weak I know ~~~ Lightbulb makes my day so much better, I love that glass bulb full of gases. The flying buddy is a wonderful name for a rocket made of scrap metal. I love it so much, I can’t- ~~~ Wait, did that glass orb just save the day by fueling the ship? holy fucc, that’s incredible. aLSO MePHone4 I swear- don’t you dare erase a god damn thing, just look at the rocket fly through the sky and don’t press the button. ~~~ ok good he didn’t press it. ~~~ YOOO Suitcase, that’s like the opposite of Ninja’s “It’s just a game” quote, or maybe it’s the same thinking... tbh I have no clue I was just reminded of the quote from she said. ~~~ There’s something mega fucked up about using the Ipad to teleport after forcing him to go in sleep mode... Taco you are one crazy bitch and I don’t condone of your actions but I respect the skills to con and devise.  ~~~ The prime shimmer huh, I have no clue how to feel about floating space eggs with spears calling themselves The Prime Shimmer. ~~~ I think the head prime shimmer’s gonna make me and fan have an existential crisis. I don’t know who I am?? Do I? Do you? Do any of us know who we are exactly? oh no it’s started. eh, why am I worried I’ve been having one for the past 3 years and I’m more or less fine. Idk about fan tho...  ~~~  Oh of course Steve Cobs is the oppressor but also managed to fuck with alien eggs? I’m not down with that. Where’s the cob of corn I wanna teach him a lesson on why you shouldn’t fuck with alien eggs. ~~~ HH H HH THEY STOLE THE BABY EGGS? AND THERE’S ANOTHER ONE? god I love this show. where’s the second baby egg tho, I wanna protect them. I’ve been switched to protect mode ahhah ~~~ Um stop the ha ha funny. Taco Straight up just fucking murdered Test Tube. Not cool, and what are your motives you fishless, bowtie havin, crunchy boi. Why did you need to teleport to the egg ship. Ahfh gfl I’m going mad.  ~~~ MIC DON’T STEAL THE BABY ~~~ Well the “Go on the alien egg ship to get Fan back” plan didn’t turn out so well huh. The worst part is that everything would have worked out it Taco didn’t go all trigger happy. ~~~  Yeah MePhone you kinda fucked up big time. 3-4 of your contestants are hurling though space and you don’t have properties like the blue number we should all know, where you could alter time and space, or at least just fly through space to get them back. ~~~ Am I stupid or something? This whole show I was wondering how these guy come back, like who’s recovering them? Duh of course it’s the host of this whole reality show. ~~~ Umm but Test Tube knows what happened on the ship. Mic how can you live with yourself? AH I’m in agony, this show is too good.  ~~~  oh oh oH OH OHHH SHIT! Mic has pulled the plug on Taco. Gain is all the way downtown. No more transmissions, no more shady business practices and telling her off while mentioning pickle. Taco, you messed up big time buddy. ~~~ - Knife: Did you see her do all that? - Test Tube: No... but I’m also not an idiot! I- - MePhone4: Well that’s fantastic.  I’m livid, listen to Test Tube. Mic was a traitor who helped in very bad practices. I will not stand for this. ~~~ UM Really now, MePad’s gone and it’s just like “eh, he’ll be back, it’s fax time,” smh. I’m not prepared for this elimination. ngl I forgot that this was even part of the show for a sec.

~~~ God damnit Lightbulb, you’re stealing my heart with your little quips. We’re having a meaningful and serious moment. Same thing with MePhone4 not the time, let Mic be the bigger person. Even  though she’s a criminal, possibly even a space criminal.  ~~~ Wait what? Your not gonna just kick Mic and have that be it? what wh y augh- ~~~ THAT’S SO MESSED UP THO! Mic is leaving AND Test Tube’s been kicked cause it’s “just a game”? Baseball, dude... I thought you were better than that. ~~~ No n no, Taco, No. You don’t get to feel bad about using someone alright. Go to space jail and revive MePad please. ~~~ ahf au u the lightbulb gang is too good. Imma cry. I- hic ~~~ MePhone4 you don’t get to be all peppy at the end of it. Lightbulb is fuckin distraught so I’m in pain, I look forward to ep 15 but AHH Hhgh my heart is damaged. Every single episode, angst and ahahh owchie mama. I love this show but damn does it make me upset. Wait what about MePad- I guess I’ll jsut have to be patient and wait. Frick. ~~~ Oh wait there’s extras after the credit? I it’s toilet. O NBIHFFNF JJGkdd njnkjdns FUCK FUCK IUFKC ABORT MISSION. TOILET GE THE FUCK OUT OF THERE AHHH- 

[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 29

and continuing on!

the cover w/megatron and tailgate....tg so tiny...ooough

omg I forgot abt swerves long ass recap lol

the fact that they lowkey lampshade the fact that as mtmte was really hitting its stride, ending s1 fantastically, they got sucked into the whole dark cybertron thing...Ls

TG AND CYCLONUS HHHHH

tg as a lil car...and cyclonus smiling when he hears him coming...HHHH

also I love that cyclonus kept the great sword that he like, found amongst the belongings of all the dead circle of light members lmao 

or maybe the dude it belonged to didn't die, but he was too intimidated to ask cyclonus for his sword back. understandable 

tgs reaction to megatron...omg. I love him

I love ‘star sabered’ as a way of saying ‘drunk’ lmao

OUGHBHGGBHGJIHHIUHGHH and then when tailgate is like ‘ok, but HAVE I been missed?’ and cyclonus smiles and says ‘very much’ IM GONNA FUCKING DIE. this is only the BEGINNING of the tender gay pain for these two, how am I gonna survive this

the fact that tailgate’s criteria for ‘best day ever’ includes ‘people knowing who I am’ and ‘people being nice to me’...my boy 😭😭 

ah, trial time. I'm not really one for court/procedural stuff, and the gay space robots edition of judge judy is about as much as I can handle 

OOOOOF the list. the liiiiiiist

AUGHHHHH rodimus....rodimus....please make good decisions my boy

TEN!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love him

the little swerve icon on the ‘no guns no swords no briefcases’ sign omg

the panel of megatron like, smirking and reclining while ultra magnus yells at him is wild...I always forget that those two like, actively didn't get along at the beginning, mostly bc we only see that for a few issues, but still, it’s pretty ironic considering how things end up w/them later

lost light insider...I SO wish we could've gotten that one-shot issue about the guy who writes it, that's ridiculously up my alley 

skids saying ‘I don't think you’re fit to drive’ to trailcutter is like, bending my brain, bc like...is it a DUI if a transformer drives around in alt mode while drunk...you're not driving a car, you're driving YOURSELF, but still...bruh

oh god starscream is here hvbakjhfbjksdbfj he’s such a bitch I love him

starscream putting on his theater kid crown, ready to make the fuck-up-the-plot-of-a-series-I'm-not-even-in speech of a lifetime

magnus and optimus: ok enough drama you gay idiot get to the point

that panel of starscream raising his hands up like ‘ok ok sheesh lol’ is so fucking funny

ok oh man, that is an epic speech. like, ooof. ‘he deserves pity.’ WOW

I feel like it also does such a good job showing how much bad blood is between starscream and megatron, and goes to show how megatron fucked Absolutely Everything up, including his dynamic w/his subordinates 

anyways, I cant believe starscream roasted megatron so hard that megatron ended up become a main cast member in mtmte bc of spite lmao

meanwhile nightbeat is contemplating the Mystery Stick™

nightbeat yet again pulling his bbc sherlock bs on somebody, this time...chromedome, certified grieving widow. never change nightbeat hvbhjakdsfbsakjdf

AUHGHHHHHH DATA GHOST REWIND IM HHHHHHHHHH

HIM 😭😭😭

I'M SO FUCKING SAD

REWINDDDDDDDDD

meanwhile, trailcutter is wearing a gopro to pull some sick illegal pranks for his youtube channel

there was probably a content creator power vacuum in the lost light youtuber community after rewind died and now everyone is scrambling to be the next big vlogger/editor

megatron: we should play this by the book

magnus: I have no choice but to simp

nautica is that Straightedge Square who gets caught up in sketchy shit and just dips vbhsjdkbfdjaskdf. the cops get called on a party and she's already gone, she drove you there but she left w/the car, whoops. I love her

oh I adore the panel with all the stuff labelled. tho ‘ambulons stuff (untouched)’ is making me really sad

ah, the premiere of the panic bubble, which will indeed be showing up again later

meanwhile starscream is doing lowkey anime poses and waxing poetic about how hard he dunked on megatron in front of everyone. I get the feeling he’s been waiting a long time for that one

oiguhahgudaf I forgot about chromedomes weird looking alt mode. cooked turkey lookinnnnn

don't knock ‘the power of love,’ nightbeat. You'll See™

the fact the cd is still looking for dominus even tho rewind is dead and also they haven't like, had any leads in millions of years...oof it hurts

gotta be honest, my first readthru I didn't understand the (really cool looking) panel of the lost light from the outside w/half of nightbeats hab suite missing, bc I just was like ‘oh its a visual framing technique for Cool Comic Panel’ lmao

ok I need the backstory of megatron being able to karate-chop people into permanent sobriety

megatron hiring trailcutter but in the most threatening way possible

oh, good, the coffin’s bleeding!

OHHH and the reveal that RODIMUS IS IN THE COFFIN and OH HEY we STILL haven't seen rodimus in the flash forwards have we??? hmmm

optimus: ok back to judge prime: luna 2 trials, magnus you got anything to add?

magnus: ಠ_ಠ(•_•)

and then we have megatron being the pettiest mfer in the known universe and changing his plea bc starscream pwned him ONCE 

hhhh and rodimus looking at the list...It Fuckin Hurts. my boy please make a good decision

thinkin abt how if optimus was like, supportive and understanding when rodimus tried to open up to him about his struggles w/leadership, all this might've gone differently...AUGH

anyways, cool issue! we’re doing lots of setup for the new status quo for s2, and there’s a mystery afoot! 

I don’t have much to say here tbh lol, this is a good issue and all but I don’t really have anything to add, soooo til next time!

[shouldhavebeenyou]

The Storm

Its not fair.

Its been seven years since I fell in love with you. Every single day since then, my life has been turned upside down. It was raw, rough, passionate, incredible, painful, young love. I had no clue what I was doing with a girl like you. You were so high above me, all I knew was that I wanted it to last forever. You had the dopest soul I ever encountered, and I never knew I could care for someone so much. You may never know the effect you had on me. The moments we spent together replay in my head over and over, eroding away my will to live with every painful memory. 

But are the memories really painful? No, I suppose not. Those memories are full of complex emotions; happiness, sadness, longing, regret, love, despair, hopelessness, and yes, pain. Those memories are all I have left of our time together, aside from a few obscure landscape photographs where you were just out of frame. I try not to look at them.. but when I do it brings it all back. I wish I kept more of a record of us. As time goes on, it gets harder to remember. I lay awake at night just trying to play it all out. Just trying to remember your beautiful face, the feel of your lips, the sound of your laugh, the smell of your skin, the endless puns and witty jokes. The places we discovered and adventured together. The trouble we got in. 

Its not fair.

I can’t sleep. It’s been a few years of this. Each night is filled with hours of replaying my mistakes in my head, hours of picturing your face inches from mine, hours of remembering the nights spent at your childhood home out on the trampoline talking, replaying the memories of taking so long to leave that your dad flips the porch light on and off to say “hurry up.” After hours of recalling the best and worst of it all I might finally slip into an exhausted state where I just can’t think anymore. It’s like sleeping, but altogether different too, like a restless trance. Images flash through my head, some of them memories, some of them inventions of the dreaming mind. About every hour I’ll awake from this trance for a few moments, my heart racing and feeling broken, only to slip back into this nightmarish world of what could have been. Should have been.

Its like a slow, drawn out death. With every restless night the next day gets harder. The last time I truly felt alive was with you. The last time I truly felt in love was with you. The last time I truly felt, was with you. The last thing you said to me runs through my head over and over daily. I’ve held on to that memory since then like it was my only shot at freedom, at redemption, at life. Its naïve, I know, but I still think maybe, just maybe, we’ll run into each other on that crowded city street and pick up where we left off, just like you said that day you last left me. 

Its not fair. 

I did everything I thought I was supposed to. I’m such an idiot. You said to go to finish my degree, move away, and maybe when I’m finished with it we would run into each other on that crowded street. Well I’m done, I got that expensive piece of qualifying paper. In my fight for it, I lost sight of you. I became romanticized, deluded. In my degraded state of emptiness without you I became ravenous for something, anything, that would make me feel again. I tried more things to fill that void than I would like to admit, but the one that stuck was skydiving. The rush of air beneath me, the sky around and above me, the horizon seemingly stretching endlessly in every direction, the deafening roar of wind, and the feeling of soaring miles through empty space are the closest I have felt to you since you left. And yet, it falls so short that even hundreds of skydives couldn’t make me forget you, couldn’t measure up to the way you made me feel. If only I told myself to ditch the parachute and fly to you before it was too late. You are truly irreplaceable, and I can only hope he knows that as well as I do.

You have become the Daisy to my Gastby, the green light at the end of the dock across the bay, the unobtainable end to my story. I don’t know who I would be without that force driving me, but sometimes I can’t help but think I would be better, happier. Like Gatsby gone to war, I have probably romanticized your memory too much in those years since you left and I moved, distorting the dope soul I once knew and loved unconditionally into an impossibly perfect idea of you. Before I knew it, I was done with school, left skydiving by the wayside, and trapped myself with someone who reminded me of you. Someone who sparked something in me for just a moment, and gave me hope again. I chased her hoping it would come back, but it didn’t. I don’t know why I settled. Maybe after the exhaustion of sleepless years I just wanted to take the easy way out, and be done with the chase. Maybe I didn’t feel like I deserved you, and I gave up before really even trying. I hate myself for that. I feel like a masochist torturing himself because he just doesn’t know better, or perhaps because he thinks the pain and despair will make him stronger. Well, it hasn’t. I’m weak. Broken. A shell of the man I used to be. I was once able to smile, genuinely. Now, it’s like I’ve lost the muscle memory to smile or laugh. I look back at pictures of myself before I moved to this fiery hell, and that man is unrecognizable. You can see the hope that was once in my eyes, the youth in my face, the ambition and energy. Its all gone now. 

Its not fair. 

I tried to move on. I spent hours reading, occupying my mind with something else. I’ve read hundreds of books just trying to think about you less. But some days, I just can’t help myself but to look you up and see how you’re doing. I always regret it. It pushes me back into that deep depressive state where I just can’t do anything anymore. It breaks me nearly every time. Your engagement broke me. Your wedding broke me. You look so happy with him, and that alone is maybe the only thing that keeps me alive, albeit hanging on by a thread. 

I tried to focus on the future, and not dwell on the past. I tried to fully engross myself in my relationship, my work, my hobbies, to find some source of happiness outside of you and your memory. Finally, one such source came. I was going to have a daughter. A new love of my life. Someone who maybe could finally make me happy again, give me a sense of purpose, of hope, ambition, the energy to get out of bed in the morning. 

Its not fair. 

She died. The only thread of hope I had, the first taste of feeling anything real since you left. Gone. I thought I had known pain and depression before, but this cut through me like an icy blade. And it just kept cutting. I saw her, I held her lifeless body in my hands, her precious form only the size of my palm. It killed me. I remembered you. You had once told me you always had a feeling you could never physically have children. They say that God has an ironic sense of humor, but I don’t find this humorous at all. With some sick twist of fate, it was not you, but I, who could not beget. Months of pain and anguish went by, as I slipped deeper into my state of peril.

I’m 25 now. This was a hard birthday this past weekend. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and how over and above you always went with gifts and birthdays. I also couldn't stop thinking about how the only thing I wanted was my daughter back. I had some sick day dream that maybe you both would come back to me, the best birthday gift possible. I fought it. I pushed hard against the thoughts that crept into the dark corners of my mind, the thoughts of us. I wanted the pain to just end. I fought against it for a few nights, until last night. Yet another sleepless night filled with memories, flashes, flooding into my closed eyes and keeping me restless. Irrationally I thought “Maybe if I could just see her face, it would hurt a little less.” I was wrong. 

Its not fair.

You have a daughter of your own on the way. Due nearly the same time as mine was, in the Fall. We always loved Autumn. The leaves, the air, the color, the fading daylight and cool breeze. It always reminds me of you, and our naïve “Something Day.” I’ll never forget we chose our favorite month, October, and our favorite number, 4, that we just happened to have in common. Its a painful day every year. Its not fair. Why does my daughter get taken from me the same time you’re given one? Why does everything I love get taken from me? Why am I not deserving of the life I wanted? What did I do to deserve this life of consistent pain and inadequacy? I hate it. I want out. I don’t know how much longer I can live with this pain. A scene from one of our darker days plays on repeat in my mind. You wanted to meet near the library to talk. It was late in the summer, the middle of monsoon season. In typical monsoon fashion, there were clouds all around us, thundering and flashing with lightning, though immediately above us a hole penetrated the clouds, allowing the sun to shine through on us. It seems like a scene from a novel, the weather meant to foreshadow what was about to happen in my heart. You looked more broken than I had ever seen you, with your eyes downcast and wrists bloody. That sight alone shattered my heart. You told me all your friends, the people that made you happy, hated that we were together. It was your last year of high school, I would’ve hated myself if you were miserable at school your entire senior year, all because of me. You said you couldn’t do it anymore, and that we needed to break up. It might not have been our last break up, but it was the most painful. Perhaps it was all amplified by the scenery and my young, dramatic, broken heart. We parted and I sat in my car there at the library for hours, sobbing uncontrollably and praying to God asking why. The storm that was raging around us quickly descended upon me, and upon my heart, ripping a hole through the middle of it like the hole of sun that was above us. Before I knew it my tears were one with the downpour that was all around me. 

That scene is all I can think about now. The storm is so vivid, I could paint it with the minutest detail. A new hole has been rent through my scarred heart and left there by my departed daughter, reminding me of the hole that was first left there 7 years ago by you, and which has been repeatedly reopened and scarred over since. I’ve tried to heal, but I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel true happiness again. I don’t know if I’ll ever find true passion again, like I had with you. I don’t know if I’ll ever know true hope again, like when my daughter was alive. Its not fair. You’ve moved on. You’re happy with him. You’re creating a beautiful family with a new daughter. Here I am, stuck in the past, unable to let go of the storm you left in my heart. 

Its just not fair. 

[pomegranate-belle]

Daredevil prompt incoming! "I can save Hells Kitchen but lose you"

Augh. Anon, you got me right in the 9Rose feels. Coincidentally, there is actually a scene that imo has that vibe in Waid’s DD run (vol 3, #36), but, hey, two cakes, amirite?

—

Matt’s helmet is off. There’s blood running in rivulets down the side of his face from a cut at his brow. His hair is sweat-soaked, and his eyes are wild with desperation. Foggy knows he should be afraid too, but the fear is very distant now — a minute ago he had been well and truly terrified, but the moment Matt had slammed through the doors and torn off his helmet, a feeling of safety had settled over him. Even his injuries — a probable concussion, a few ribs that have to be at least bruised — seem farther away now.

“Hey, buddy,” Foggy greets, and even manages a smile as Matt tears off his gloves with his teeth, then crouches down and begins cataloguing Foggy’s injuries with feather-light touches.

“Foggy. Foggy, you’re alive, you’re...”

“I’m here,” Foggy promises, patting one of Matt’s hands with his own. “Right here.”

It takes a minute or two, but Matt finally collects himself. Foggy watches for it carefully, gauging the minute changes in his expression, his slowed breathing, until he knows Matt’s gotten the reassurance he needs to get back to business.

“So, as far as I understand it, these guys are gonna flood the neighborhood with some sort of horrible chemical... Something. Might have missed a few of the details when I was getting my head kicked in there, but it basically sounds Not Great for everyone. Lots of death, destruction, mayhem, etc. That being the case, what’s the plan?”

As soon as the word ‘plan’ leaves Foggy’s mouth, Matt stands abruptly, shoulders and jaw both straining with tension. That tension is not ‘I don’t have a plan’ tension. In fact, Foggy’s pretty sure Matt’s never actually experienced that kind of tension — having no plan is his default, and he generally seems to enjoy it.

“Matt,” Foggy prompts.

There’s no one banging on the door yet, but there might be very soon. They don’t have time for dithering.

“I have.” Matt licks his lips anxiously, expression pained. “I have a solution, a way to— But it’s dangerous for you.”

“Do it.”

If possible, Matt looks somehow more stricken than before.

“You don’t even know what it is,” he says hoarsely. “You’d just let me?”

Foggy struggles to his feet despite the pounding in his skull and cups Matt’s face in his hands, ignoring the tacky feeling of half-dried blood under his palms.

“Of course I would, Matty. Always. I trust you.”

Matt takes a shaky breath.

“Foggy...”

“You’re Daredevil,” Foggy tells him. “I haven’t always liked that, but it’s who you are. You never flinch. You never back down from the consequences, you never even hesitate to risk your own life. What are you waiting for, Matt?”

Another drop of blood slips down Matt’s face and trails across Foggy’s fingers.

“That’s the thing, Foggy, that’s— It’s not just my life I’m risking. I could save the city but lose you,” Matt says, and his voice breaks sharply.

“And if you didn’t do it?” asks Foggy. “If you tried to protect me at the cost of everyone else? Matt, that would destroy you.”

“Losing you would destroy me.”

Foggy has to take a second to just— breathe, at that. Jesus. Trust himself to fall in love with the only emotionally constipated idiot in the world who always coincidentally decides to get vulnerable whenever death is on the line.

“Matt,” he says firmly. “I would never forgive you, or myself, if I was the reason you didn’t do what you knew was right.” Matt opens his mouth to protest. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to just lay down and die, either. You and me, we’re a team, Matty. And I might not know like ten different martial arts or be able to smell people’s heartbeats, but I can hold my own. So just trust me, and we’ll both do our best to pull off a miracle, ok?”

A shaky laugh spills past Matt’s lips. Then he grabs Foggy by the shoulders, pulls him closer, and plants one, two, three kisses on his mouth — quick little closed-mouth pecks that nonetheless make Foggy’s heart pound like a drum.

“You’re a miracle,” Matt breathes.

“I sure am,” agrees Foggy, grinning. “Now come on, Daredevil — let’s go save the day.”

[grimmjowkurosakidrake]

Between the lines

Summary: Epistolary! Naruto like always, reads in between the lines when it comes to Sasuke and Sakura.

Rated: K+

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Hinata Hyuuga.

Relationships: Sasuke Uchiha/Sakura Haruno, Naruto Uzumaki & Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki/Hinata Hyuuga.

For the Sasusaku Month day 18: Between the lines.

The first letter of many comes in the middle of springtime. Naruto is lazily eating instant ramen in front of the TV when the claws of a big bird clacks against his window.

Already accustomed to carrier birds, Naruto stands up immediately and walks towards his window where a big, angry looking falcon with a little parcel attached to its right leg is seething near the wooded frames. 

The bird notices his attention on it and enraged, hits the crystal with its beak.

“Alright, Alright!” He screams at it while running to open the window “Geez! I wonder who’s your owner. Huh?” He laughs when he finally opens the window and the falcon enters his home uninvited, knocking over a whole pile of plates on his table to stand on it.

Naruto is only grateful the dammed beast doesn’t bite him when he eventually musters the courage to take the parcel on its leg.

The letter is obviously from Sasuke; the blond is sure of it from the moment he reads the first line.

Hello, idiot.

How are things in Konoha? I’m currently travelling around the Tea Country. 

Everything is awfully cheery and so very touristic. I can’t find my place in here but I been helping some people around with bandits and physical labour.

At least the cherry blossoms are in full bloom in here, it’s a beautiful sight and it reminds me of home.

Tell me about Konoha, tell me about the cherry blossoms. Are they blooming?

Some days I get bored by these peaceful days, but peace is what we wanted all along. Is it not?

Sasuke.

Naruto laughs out loud when he finishes reading the letter, he even reads it once more just to laugh again. Both of his friends had always thought him naïve, innocent, a borderline idiot. 

But he saw them stick to each others as a child, noticed the smiles, the hugs barely avoided. He’s not as oblivious as they are. He can see their love as clear as the first day.

“Your master is an idiot,” he says to the bird looking around for a piece of parchment and a pen. The falcon grinds its beak and ruffles his feathers as a single answer.

Hello, bastard.

Konoha is well and safe, because I’m here to protect it and you know it!

Ichiraku is still the best place around, Hinata is still the cutest girl and Kakashi is still late.

Have fun beating up bandits and getting your hands dirty, I’ll have fun training to be the next Hokage!

The cherry blossoms are also in bloom here. But it’s weird. It seems they miss nourishment; they miss some sunshine. Because they’re not in full bloom yet. 

They’re beautiful and strong though. Maybe by the time you come back you will be able to see them fully blossom!

Peace is not over yet, Sasuke. We have to maintain that peace.

Naruto.

Another one of many others letter comes by summer; the falcon is not the same as before. This one acts with politeness. It waits until he allows it to enter, sits on one of the arms of his couch and chirps a happy tone when he approaches it. Naruto is gladly surprised with the bird’s behavior.

Until it bites his finger when he tries to take the parcel attached to the back of its neck.

“Augh!” Screams Naruto, holding onto his injured hand and pouting as he sheds a single tear by the minimal but unexpected pain. “You’re worst than the last one!” He accuses it.

This letter is a little messy, dirty and wet, it smells of the sea.

Naruto.

I’ve been travelling by the sea for a long time, it reminds me of when we travelled on missions.

We both used to get seasick all the time. Remember? Good thing we never travelled alone then. Right? The smell of springtime was refreshing at the time. I wish I had it with me now.

Did you know that red sunrise means the end of good weather in the sea?

I witnessed it by myself.

For me the sunrise was beautiful, a bright terracotta colour, almost pink before the ocean attacked the ship I was travelling in.

Then the storm started and the sea moved so furiously that I thought a goddess pummelled the grounds beneath the waters.

I couldn’t believe such a pretty colour could be the bringer of destruction…

There was peace after the storm, however. The calm may be worth the ferocity. Or so I believe.

Sasuke.

It’s weird to Naruto how happy and calm Sasuke sound after such a gruesome tale, maybe his travels are good to him. Maybe his decision to leave them for the time being was the right one.

But maybe he should come back.

Sasuke.

Maybe then, you should come back to Konoha. The village still smells vivid with the fresh air of spring. It used to never leave us remember? We were blessed back then, and we keep being blessed now in our village. So perhaps spring is the season of Konoha.

Only you, Sasuke. Only you can think of a goddess when the sea hits you right on the face. Only you can find the rage of the elements as worth it if it means peace.

I find myself preferring only the calm these days. Remember when I enjoyed to face the storms right by your side?

I think that now. I would die a happy man If I could spend my last days serene under the clouds in a warm day.

I’m sounding like Shikamaru now.

Come back before the whole village wastes away from the laziness.

Naruto.

Pd: Please never send that blasted bird again!

When the letter of his return finally arrives one cold winter morning, a crow lands on Hinata’s shoulder as she enters the house. She tries to take the parcel it holds but the crow doesn’t allow her until Naruto returns home.

“What does it say?” She asks nervous, always worried by some thing or another.

“Sasuke is coming back to Konoha,” beams Naruto “He wants to see Sakura-chan, too!” He expects her to smile just like him, but instead he finds her frowning apprehensive. “What’s wrong?”

“I just worry about Sakura-chan,” she confesses, “Sasuke-san never mentions her in his letters, he never writes to her. How can we know he’s even thinking of her, that he’s not going to hurt her?”

“I just know, Hinata.” He hugs her by her waist. “I can tell.”

Naruto.

I will return to Konoha, shortly.

I’m far away in my travels right now but if I hurry, I will come back by the time spring graces our village.

I want to see the cherry blossoms in full bloom. I don’t want to miss it once more. I know I haven’t atoned for my sins still. But I don’t know if I can go on living and fighting when I lack the warm of sunshine, the sweetness of our flowers.

I fear that if I come back to it I won’t want to go away anymore. I have always feared this. I’ve always loved beautiful things more than anything, strong things.

Maybe I can take some spring with me next time. Am I within my rights, Naruto? Will spring accompany me in my travels?

I fear not, I fear I’m no longer worthy.

But I still would love to take some with me.

Sasuke Uchiha.

When Sasuke comes back to Konoha Sakura welcomes him to the village. 

She does it with a hug, holding him close and hiding her face on his broad chest. “Welcome home, Sasuke-kun,” she smiles happier than ever.

Sasuke, even if taciturn to the untrained eye, buries his nose on her pink hair and breaths deeply as if he had been deprived of fresh air for years. “I’m back, Sakura.” He sighs.

Naruto can tell, that the next time Sasuke departs, he will be taking spring with him.