#i can memorize one peice

[thatonecatcat]

“you cant make a hilda one peice au! you only watched till water 7!”

watch me.

[snail-migraine]

Requested by: @elysiumrealms

Sure! I did think some fleshing out on how the rest of the family acts around them would be cool to write. Sorry this took so long btw, my inbox gets stuffed pretty quickly and it was finals week. Anyway thanks for the ask!

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Anon-Yan 💌‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Platonic Yandere Malleus

Pt.3

For you, the time before your punishment was nothing but a blurry mess.

Genuinely you don't remember all your horrible habits and manipulative tactics, you just remember acting on your insticts and not really thinking before you acted.

The few things you do remember is the interactions you had with your other family members.

The most memorable were the ones with Grandpa Lilia, when you were younger he loved cuddling you upside-down. Even if his grip was iron-strong it still felt so warm that you didn't want to leave.

When you got older he would allow you to play with some of his video games, he was always so sweet and helpful. Making sure you never got too frustrated at one certain part before taking the controller from you and completing whatever challenge had you stumped.

Lilia just loves babying you in a way he never got to with either of his original children.

He never failed to make you feel like the spoiled little brat you were.

"Ooh! Don't cry Darling, there's no need for that. Here, do you need Grandpa to help you? Okay sweet-pea. Don't worry, grandpa's here for you"

Then there's uncle Silver, who whose probably the most boring person to hang out with out of everyone in the family.

Don't get me wrong, you enjoyed his company but nothing even vaguely interesting happened whenever you hung around him.

He always really apologetic about it though, even going as far to bring you a little toy everytime he was allowed alone time with you. Typically is just a teddy bear, so that at night when you fell asleep you would think of your uncle Silver.

"Sorry we weren't able to play today. Here, have this. It's so when you fall asleep at night, you'll always remember your uncle Silver."

Your uncle sebek on other hand, he was hard to forget.

He was always loud, his voice commanded battalions after all. So a voice like his would definitely need for job like that.

You and him never played together, in his own words "WAKA-SAMA'S CHILD DESERVES A MUCH BETTER PLAYMATE THAN A LOWRANKING OFFICER SUCH AS MYSELF!"

Or whatever that was supposed to mean. You never really understood his way of thinking. While he was screaming his head off about not being good enough for you, you had sit and listen to him whilst daydreaming of all the video games Grandpa Lilia would play with you later.

It was boring, and eventually as you grew older you learned to tune him out.

Though I guess that wasn't the greatest idea, because within a week of learning how tune out his voice he came to you sobbing on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness.

"PLEASE FORGIVE ME WAKA-SAMA'S CHILD! WHATEVER SLIGHT HAVE DONE TO YOU, I BEG FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS AND MERCY! JUST PLEASE STOP IGNORING ME MY LEIGE!"

But I guess that all leads you to where you are now. Stuck in a boring old rickety tower. Stuck studying and doing chores all day. At least Father allowed for your family to visit from time to time.

Their faces and voices make the endless cycle you've been going through day-to-day slightly more bareable. But to be perfectly honest, with every passing moment that you're stuck here; in this damned tower made to be your prison, you lose a small peice of your sanity.

A peice of your mind that can never be returned to it's owner.

Trully a cruel thing to do, especially to your own child. Isolating them from everyone and everything they've ever known to prove a point, when it wasn't even truly their own faults that caused such a mess? Foolish, and downright cruel if anyone asked you.

Ah, but what can you do?

You did do this to yourself after all, might as well own up to your mistakes and pay the price.

[forestshadow-wolf]

It's raining, ghost idly notes. Technically he should be focusing on the field briefing that they're getting, but they'd already gooten one when assigned, one before they left base, and one on the plane ride here. So really, they're just talking in cirlces now.

Price is at the front of the table explaining the plan, which they have to wait four hours to even begin acting on, standing next to the open laptop showing all the documents they need.

Gaz is trying very poorly to act like he's listening. Poorly because he's been flicking wadded up pieces of paper at price (who is ignoring it pretty well)

Ghost usually doesn't sit during briefings, he gets distracted, so he takes up a spot by the wall.

But soap, uncharacteristically is also leaning up against the wall next to him. Usually he playing footsies.with gaz across the table, but not today.

Price is still droning on about the mission blah blah blah, ok well not blah blah blah but it's nothing he hasn't already memorized.

He watches soap squeeze tightly at his knee again, for the third time in the last 20 minutes, as far as he cam reach without making it obvious. Ghost also notes that he's stiffer than usual.

He leans into soap's space just a bit, "you 'kay?" He whispers. Soap nods almost imperceptibly.

"Yeah, why?" He hisses.

"It's just... you know you can sit down right?" He says, gesturing slightly to the 3 open chairs at the table. One of which would normally be occupied by a certain scot anyway.

"Yea- I knoe tha', I chose to stand for a reason."

"Well- I was jus' sayin', ya look uncomfortable, s' all."

"I am, tha's why I'm standing."

"Yeah, 'cus that makes sense-"

"Are you two done arguing yet?" Price cuts in. Soap looks just as chastised as Ghost feels, which... is really only enough to fake it.

"Yes, sir." They both respond, and peice goes back to his rambling.

The meeting ends soon enough, and they're finally released to get ready or whatever they need to do.

"You sure you’re okay, johnny?" Ghost catches a stiff legged soap just before he leaves.

"Aye, s' rain s'all" Ghost isn't really sure what that has to do with anything, and he says as much. "I fucked up my knee a few years ago, it's fine now, the rain just makes it act up a little. Something Something low pressure atmosphere, basic science, I think."

"Okay, well you know you could sit down. Would probably help." Ghost suggests... again

"Yeah and I'll not stand up again, not with this wanker" soap snorts at him, referring to his knee. Ghost frowns.

"Well... anything I can do to help?", soap shifts from one foot to the other.

"Not unless you got me some new knees. It's fine, Ghost, I'm still mission ready if that's what you're worried about. I actually had to redo the fitness tests once I healed up just to make sure I could still do my job."

"..."

"What?" Soap shifts hsi weight again

"... that's really.. not what I was asking about."

"Aye, well- what do you brits say- 'cheers, mate' I'm fine. Swear it."

"And that's why you're limping around?" Sure, maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but it's not technically inaccurate.

"I'm no' 'limping' around, and even if I was it's hardly noticeable. Why do you even care so much, it's no' you're problem." Soap sasses back.

"Well, I'd like to help if I can-"

"How? You gonna shout it outta me? There ain't shite you can do for it. Just leave it be, aye?"

"... fine, but I can help if you let me."

"Aye, I'll keep that in mind, thanks." And then he was walking away, off to do whatever he need to do before their mission.

Ghost makes a note to himself to ask about it again after they're back on base.

[annah-kitathryne]

I don't trust Batfamily fans who will hate everything about one character all the time always. They refuse to admit that the character does anything good for the story, or has a valuable asset to whatever group, team, person, or case that they are working on.

I think a healthy dislike is okay. Everyone who has ever talked to me knows I'm pretty critical of Bruce. Everyone on Tumblr who has read any of my posts knows that Jason annoys me.

However, they are still compelling characters who can be really interesting narrative and character wise. I actually think Jason can be an interesting character to use in stories.

That being said, everyone should be critical about their favourites. I follow the anti-Tim Drake tag for a reason. Because one it makes me ask the question, "Is my perception of Tim in rose coloured glasses, does what the person says have any basis in canon, and is this information i should think over or more on from?" It also keeps my critical thinking skills up, and my ability to memorize information and peice together said information.

That also being said Anti Tags for all the Batfam is filled with mysogeny, racism, classism, homophobia, and ablism.

[Correction: some of the main anti tags aren't as bad anymore. Hope they stay that way. Avoid Redit it can be really bad.]

Selfishly it makes me feel better about my ability to consume and create media. Because I'm at least better than the bare minimum.

Anyway, here's the thing. Stop being crazy stans who can't take a single criticism and stop being crazy antis who can't take a single criticism. Learn to balance the adoration and dislike.

Please read source material before you say fuck canon, because how do you know what to change if you have never read the material before. You wouldn't want someone who had never learned to fix or handle a car to suddenly come in and try to upgrade it for you?

Source material is important. Don't know where to start. Click the search bar and type out

[favourite character] reading list

If it doesn't appear on Tumblr click the search engine you use [Firefox, Google, internet explorer, safari, bingo, yahoo etc.] And type the same thing.

[lamentingocean]

JAHA X READER

The dark clouds of the sky but only a memorable day of potentially dangerous rejection and love can occur into the streets of China, jaha didn't know what to do since he had always been the smartest in every situation and in every battle.

of when his clothes are bathed in the blood of powerful fighters and soldiers along his path to his goal, and to a world of bliss for rules to not be followed by such a class of martial artists,

Throwing their yuan away in such a cocky mentality, the master of the black rabbit clan knew how to take care of threats like that, even if it means having shards of a enemy's sword getting scattered in the ground of class, even if it means protecting ilyang, even if it means protecting Y/N from the dangers of this world, the dangers of China and therefore their path to power and vengeance leading to destruction and wars,even if it means the essence of insanity scraped his soul.

yuan rattled on his hand as he surveyed the remaining gifts to buy for Y/N. It was pure ruby earrings. It was a beautiful chinese dress, it was perfumes of the finest caliber of scents. there are so many options.

A flashback banged into his head. He suddenly remembered what you like, and what you like mattered to him even if he's a cold-blooded killer with an aura called the definition of danger.

"I actually like blue earrings, I like the way they shine, and they look like the ocean to me? Don't you agree?"

he came inside the shop where the earrings were stored at, there were many shades of color, blue, green, white, black, gray, orange. the blue one on the side caught his blood red eyes.

the beautiful earrings looking into his eyes were called.

The forbidden city of the ocean, it all spelled out in Chinese, and a rare Chinese ink to make it stand out more. he picked them up in slight awe. thinking: Would they look good on her? a voice interrupted his thought process. it was a man in the first desk.

with an angry look on why he dared touch a fine piece of jewelry, wearing his hands like an illuminating necklace, jaha questioned in his ordinary sass.

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

"You're touching a rich peice of jewelry? If you aren't going to pay for that, then get the hell out of my shop?"

he picked up the jewelry anyway and walked up to him. The intimidation scared the man that insulted a master terrified him to the brink. like it went through his thick skull. a large amount of yuan slammed onto the desk.

"I need to pay for this."

"First of all, you don't come up to my shop like that sir, most people treat the jewelry with respect."

It was at this point that this man was pushing him to the brim, even the vein on his forehead shown it as a sign to stop talking before death kisses him in the face into the afterlife. the man hesitated on spitting out the next words that will spill in the next second.

and if he did, then he had a 30 chance to be alive. His red eyes took his mind into a terrified panic. his words spit out orchestras of fear.

"FINE. IT'S FREE. TAKE IT. JUST DONT HURT ME.."

his sweat soak his armpits, the filling shit of his system kept pouring down out of fear of whoever this man is.

"W-who are you?"

his footsteps walked to the door, and jaha didn't want to speak to him any longer after his terrified voice almost gave him a nearing headache. He looked at the real price of the earrings.

"Hmm..50,000 yuan."

he went to a place he knew you would be at, since that's a place that stored the most memories of you inside that insane head. It was raining blossoms.

he saw you near the lake, looking beautiful as ever, with (whatever chinese outfit you like) somehow. he felt happy and a sensation of peace in his aura. like he felt like he was in heaven with you. Blossoms coated his void black hair cutely.

you turned with a bag of desserts on your arm, happy to be spending time with jaha after all the missions and drama you two have gone through.

From the demonic cult, the martial arts league, the light faction, and the dark faction.

you saw him with an existing happiness and popped a strawberry, chocolate cake that is small as a kitten in his mouth.

"COME ON♡ LETS GO TO THE QIXI FESTIVAL!"

(my comeback era for writing came back)

[professional-yearner]

Hey :) hope you are doing ok.

I was wondering if there is gonna be a pt2 of The Safe house story ??? I just wanna say that I totally loved it and hope you will continue🥰

Have a nice day 😘

The safe house 🤍 (Pt. 2) (Captain Wilco x reader)

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TW/WARNINGS: having a gun pointed at you, concussions and being dazed, having to remove peices of armor from an unconscious person, blaster marks, mention of wounds, collapsing, fainting, having to care for a grown person, dead relatives, broken arms

A/N: Tysm! I'm so glad you liked it! And yes, there's going to be more than a few parts, they'll just come out very slowly 😭

@littlenephilim999uriel

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Grumbling, you crouched down, setting down your new companion gently against a tree, breathing hard.

You had taken to slinging his arm around your shoulders and moving him that way, though his legs still dragged behind and your back was screaming with the effort of not collapsing under his weight. He had to be at least a foot and some change taller than you, making it even more difficult not to get his legs caught on things along the way.

The most nerve wracking part, though, was making sure he was still breathing normally and not slipping into some sort of coma.

You kneeled next to him, patting his chest plate and eventually his cheek insistantly to try to get him to open his eyes. Luckily, it worked, as it had the other three times, though he was just as out of it.

"9980…What?" He mumbled, blinking slowly.

You breathed a sigh of relief, he had been mumbling a series of numbers (who you guessed were, sadly, his brothers) and nonsense every time you had woken him up, but at least he was waking up.

"Okay, thank you, dear. You can go back to sleep now."

He hummed, closing his eyes again and resuming his light breathing.

You grunted, taking his arm around you again and pushing both of you to your feet once more.

After a few more hours of this, you finally reached the discreet, familiar path that led down to the safe house. You nearly sobbed with relief, your back and legs clearly sharing the sentiment.

You sped up, the decline allowing you some ease with your precious cargo. When you finally reached the door, you typed in the short code quickly, thanking the maker that you had memorized it as young as age five.

The door swooshed open, near good as new, and you almost dropped him in preemptive relief as soon as you passed the threshold. Instead, you continued to drag him, tapping along the hardwood floor with your foot until you found the hollow sound you seeked.

Finally you kneeled, still supporting his weight, and pressed firmly on the spot. You laughed lightly as the hatch rose slowly, always in awe of your grandfather's workmanship and his ability to bring older practices into the modern day so efficiently.

You poked your head into the space below. It smelled like dust more than anything, but you could make out faint traces of the incense he used to burn to flush out the smell of the game he would prepare in his workspace. Feeling along the wall, you found the switch, bathing the room in a soft orange glow.

You huffed, beginning a careful descent of the wooden steps that led into the space, yelping when you accidentally smacked his armored shoulder against the hatchframe.

After a few minutes of struggling, you finally got him down onto one of the three cots that lay collecting dust in the small room attached to the main living quarters.

"Oh, thank the maker-" You wheezed, bracing your hands on your aching back. You were so eager to just get everything in the storage rack unpacked so you would have food and medicine to actually live off of, nearly out the door to go do all of that before you passed out beside him, but you stopped.

One more time, just to be safe.

You beat the dust out of the cot beside him, moving him over. His breathing was still even, which you thought was a good sign as you leaned over him, trying not to invade his space more than you needed to to check on him.

You patted him quickly, "You still there, uh- sir?"

His eyes opened slowly once more, squinting as they adjusted to the lamp light.

You smiled down at him, brushing his hair back, "Good."

Slowly, your eyes came to rest upon his armor; you had to remove it, didn't you?

Would that be crossing a line? Maybe, but you would have to to inspect the blaster mark that marred his chest plate and to get a splint on that broken arm. It was necessary, even if it would probably be uncomfortable for both of you.

Carefully, you decided to start on his bad arm. He groaned as you undid his shoulder plate, making you wince.

"I know, I know- I'm sorry." You nodded, moving to his Rerebrace.

By the time you got to his gauntlet plate, you felt eyes on you.

You looked up and right into his dilated, honey irises.

"Oh, hello." You managed to laugh lightly, genuinely surprised that he had enough energy to stay awake for more than a few seconds.

He continued to stare, and you eventually went back to sliding off the last piece of that arms plating, placing it on the pile at your feet.

Setting his arm down as gingerly as you could, you went about unclipping his chest plate, placing the pieces on the floor and checking for damage to the chest of his black body glove that lay underneath. There didn't seem to be any blood or even a burn mark on it, thank the maker, it must have been a glancing shot.

Satisfied with your inspection, you got up, going to look for one of your grandfather's old medical journals to find how one actually went about making a splint. Or, you were, until he grabbed a hold of your wrist with his good hand.

You turned, confused as he squinted up at you for several moments.

Finally, he cracked a slight grin, letting out a flirty, slightly slurred, "Heyyy~"

You both stood like that for a second, staring at each other, until you snorted softly, detaching his hand with little effort, "Hey."

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When you finally returned, armed with your new knowledge, a first aid kit, and a cool cloth, he was passed out again, snoring lightly now.

You placed it over his forehead, smiling when his pinched expression softened at the sensation.

Moving an old wooden chair to the side of the bed where his bad arm rested. It was a task to move it from his stomach in a way that minimized his wincing, but you managed, wrapping the area with the most swelling in a gauze bandage firmly.

Placing the splint along his forearm, you fastened it with straps of old fabric as tightly as you could without hurting him, avoiding the wound itself, and at last, you placed the arm carefully in a sling. You were shaking with nerves by the time you were finished, too nervous that you might've messed something up, but he didn't seem to be going into shock so you were most likely good.

Rising from your spot once more, you left the room, sending him one last look in the doorway before turning the corner to begin unfreezing a few portions for a decent supper for the two of you.

You were only a few minutes into beginning the cooking process on your small stove when you heard a bang from the other room, making you jump.

Getting up quickly, you rushed down the hall to make sure your new companion hadn't hurt himself by rolling off his cot or something, but when you arrived in the doorway again, you could only really stare in shock.

The man had somehow managed to get to his feet, albeit not steadily, shaking and swaying in a way that had you walking slowly and carefully over to him, nervous of startling him but terrified he would collapse and hit his head/arm.

Unfortunately for you, he was still awake enough to draw one of his blasters quickly when you did startle him, pointing them directly at you.

I really should have thought to take those off of him, you thought.

But you had been so concerned with getting him safely to the house that you had completely forgotten about the weapons, even though that's what you had approached him for in the first place.

The only thing you could do was stare like a dugar dugar in headlights as he trained them shakily on you.

Your eyes trailed from the barrels of his blaster to make contact with his, pleading in a way you hoped would show that you weren't a threat.

His eyes widened as they locked with yours and, slowly, he lowered his weapon, letting his arm fall limply to his side.

You let out a sigh of relief, not breaking eye contact as he stared at you, seeming almost in a dazed sort of awe. Though, your relief was cut short as he stumbled, falling to his knees as his eyes closed once more. You scrambled to his side, allowing him to collapse into you and sighing as his head came to rest on your shoulder, now breathing lightly again.

It wasn't a huge operation hauling him back up onto the bed, but you were still shaking from having a blaster aimed at you. You frowned down at his sleeping form, exasperated as you took the guns from his hand and holster.

This was going to be one long and wild ride, wasn't it?

[casp1an-sea]

Do you have freckles?

Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?

What was the last song you listened to?

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

Do you prefer drawing or writing?

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?

What’s your favorite band/artist?

When is your birthday?

How tall are you?

What color are your eyes?

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?

Fears?

What’s your favorite color?

What’s your favorite season?

Want any tattoos? What of?

Want any piercings? Where?

Who is the last person you texted?

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends?

What/who do you miss?

How was your day today?

How much sleep did you get last night?

Do you believe in aliens?

When was the last time you cried? Why?

What’s your favorite decade?

What are some seemingly childish things you like?

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times?

How are you, really?

Does it take you a long time to make decisions?

What are you looking forward to in the near future?

What are you looking forward to in the distant future?

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?

Do you sleep with your door open or closed?

What’s your favorite flower?

Do you currently have a squish?

Do you like your middle name?

Do you prefer dogs or cats?

Do you have any phobias?

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy?

What’s your favorite cartoon?

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many?

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?

Is there anyone you would die for?

What do you need when you’re sad?

Have you memorized your phone number?

Who’s someone you can trust with your life?

What does your last text say?

Most impactful peice of media on you?

Gonna try answering this in reblogs because I keep getting errors when I try to post it

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

IkePri tattos part 2! It's gonna be the main bitches now since we went over the others in part 1

Chevy:

He saw it when he first broke into your room to get away from his annoying brothers and get a moment of peace. He shrugged it off and went to do what he was there for, to read in peace, and be with you i guess.

When the two of you got closer, he softly asked about your tattoo. He obviously looked into what every peice of it meant, chucking at the way you saw yourself, but adorning it, like he adores you.

Once you were done explaining, he just nodded and kissed it. "It just makes you all the more of a fool, putting yourself trough pain to enhance and express your beauty"

Riolo:

He knew about your tattoo before you both made it into the palace. I mean, he sees you as his spouse already-

"Hm? I didn't realize that working in that bookshop makes you really important-" he examined and memorized your tattoo

"Huh? What do you mean?" You looked confused

Rio shrugged a bit "it's quite amazing tough! Perfect match for my future wife!" He grinned brightly at you, like allways

He also had little pawprint tattos on his ankle, he dosent really rember much about them tough

Jin:

He would be one of the first people to notice it. He won't bring it up tough. Why should he?

Even when the two of you get closer, he won't ask about it. He'll listen to whatever you need him to hear tough. He trusts you, so he'll learn eventually.

I think he would get a little intimidated by the tattoo tough depending on what it is of

Clavis:

So, when this man figured out that you have a tattoo, he doodles one onto himself/gets someone else to. Just to see how you would react.

He porpiously gets into a situation where you get to nicely see it (he may or may not be wearing a shirt. It's funny to see you all flusterd when you see him shirtless).

Nokoto:

I think alot of things he finds hot, tattoos are definately one of them.

He will do whatever you want.

If your tattoo comes with a story, he'll listen while traceing it, leaveing little kisses on it.

Don't think you two will be leavei g bed anytime soon tho-

Luke:

I think he sees how strong you are for getting a tattoo and loves you all the more because of it. He would share his story if you tell him yours.

"It shows you lived, like any scrape, scar, and mark on your skin. You have lived, loved, and created some sort of life. It's amazing! You're amazing..."

Yeves:

He has a memorial tattoo of his mother and his caretaker, just to keep them close forever. Like the earing he wears.

When he sees your tattoo, he dosent pry into it. He dosent wish to do anything to accidentally harm you if he does. He will just adore it quietly.

Licht:

Probably noticed it last. He has been avoiding you.

But when the time has come when he does see it, I think he is about the least rational. He gets worried that you got hurt to get this, or that someone branded you, or something.

He doesn't get why his anxieties are overwhelmed by this, but it is. So he sternly asks, listening to your awnser.

He would probably just, hold you after he learned. He wants you to just be safe... that's all...

Sariel:

He was a little surprised when he caught sight of your tattoo for the first time. But he was quick to shake it off, for now. He was there to help you dress properly afterall.

Then you started to nerviously ramble about your tattoo, and he just found that adorable. So he entertained you and listened to what you had to say about it.

"I don't think there has been another Belle with a tattoo, but I can see if there was one if you wish, so you can feel a little more comfortable in this role." He offerd a smile

"That would be nice.." you nodded a bit, glad he wasn't being judgemental of it.

To tease you, he kissed where your tattoo was before he left you to your devices so you can do your makeup and hair.

[evilminji]

@sroomheaddoc @stealingyourbones you know what? Because I CAN. Let's give this a shot. :

Lucius glanced down at the "nightlight". He could already spot no less then fifteen different lawsuits waiting to happen and god only knew how many more ways to weaponize it. That wasn't even TOUGHING on what ways EXACTLY the kid had decided to set the damn thing to define what was or wasn't an "intruder".

"Absolutely not. Put it back." He got for his trouble.

The Head Meance had the gall to look as though he didn't know EXACTLY what he was doing and why he had been moved to the 'baby jail' projects. Lucius may pretend he didn't KNOW they were called that, plausible deniablity was after all a Wayne Industries tradition, but that didn't mean he would tolerate literally weaponized sass. A night light? REALLY?

"We both know you were told to, and I quote," holding a hand out, Jerrica handed him Fenton's official project assignments pulled up on his pad, "Ah yes, here we go, 'a non-violent personal defense device for today's youth'."

To be perfectly honest? Lucius had already memorized what assignments these precocious little monster had. This was purely for show. That said, if Fenton want to sass him like a sulking teenager over being forced to do boring work? Then by god he was prepared to pull every lesson he ever learned as a father of four. Andrew may have a spine like a wet peice of cardboard, but you do not become minority CEO in a place like Gotham by lacking spine. Nor do you get to marry women like Tanya.

Fenton had fallen still. Inhumanly so. He had the slight tilt to his head of a man considering both his oppent and options, slightly narrowed eyes never leaving Lucious face. To be honest, Lucius still couldn't decide if Fenton and his lot were Metas, Supernatural Creatures, or just from some strange alien settlement (from what he can guess) somewhere near Illinois. All he knew is that they were all both too smart for their own good and dumb as lemmings. Would slap an eldritch god with a dead fish, for a corn chip they didnt even want.

And someone had thought it was a GREAT idea to give them power tools. Don't get him wrong, they were RIGHT, but it was still a headache.

"What if..." started Fenton in that Distinctly 'Bargaining to see what you'll let me get away with' tone he had heard far too many time from grown adults, "I could make it shoot a net? That's not violent! Is the tazer the problem? Cause Star's multipurpose Knuckledusters-drink holder-handcuffs-tazer design was really good! But if you don't like tazers we can stop adding them!"

"................." Lucius was going to have to make A List, wasn't he? "You know what? Let's start with that. I have a problem we tazers. No more high voltage everyday appliances, okay people?

"Sooooo..." The Fenton Menace began, a suspiciously fangy and victorious grin spreading across his face, slowly holding up his night light like a proud parent. "Does this mean-"

"Oh, not on your life." The grin dropped to a sulk. "You aren't blind, kid. You know as well as I do that would never pass a consumer safety inspection. Not even here in Gotham.you ever want to so much a STAND in the same building as the aerospace division? You're going to have to actually complete your projects. As They Were Specified."

"......mean. Yeeeeees, Boss."

Lucius looked at the nightlight again. Fenton dropped it on a nearby worktable. Grumbling he slunk back to his table with a bonelessness that no human could achieve. Every engineer in this room, was frankly? God damned TERRIBLE at pretending to be normal. Thank God this was Gotham and no one cared. Well, almost no one.

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and didn't bother to stop the trainwreck about to happen. A muffled "FWUMPH!" followed by a half yell and crash sounded from his left. He and Jerrica looked down at a straightjaketed and slightly smoking Andrew in disappointment. There was a half burned pencil at his feet. He'd clearly tried to poke it.

"You work in Research and Development, Andrew. For God's sake. You KNOW better." Lucius felt compelled to say. "What on earth would possess you? For that matter, glowing eyes? That's every other Sunday and twice on Thursdays around here! This is Gotham! There's a good chance fear toxins are part of the rain cycle by this point, you ignore it! Even if it wasn't, you know damn well Meta discrimination is against both the law AND company policy. Do I have to take to HR?"

"I think he's unconscious." Muttered Jerrica lightly nudging her the downed man with her sensible pump.

"......from one little explosion? He works in R&D."

"Maybe it was stronger then expected? We could call Dr. Fenton back over? Or he could possible have an underlying medical condi-" Jerrica cut off, after pulling up the man's personel file in case they needed to call a member of the medical staff. At her boss concerned look, she winced. "......He's.. He's from Metropolis. I think someone hacked the files to get someone they could push around."

'Wait a god damned minute' Lucius thought, going over his General Menaces List. He forgot they weren't fully contained! 'Tucker J. Foley, you LITTLE SHIT.'

Short DPXDC Prompts #641

Lucius Fox recently employed some students who graduated from the Amity Park Community College. Little did he know this access to funding would cause their inventions to be borderline supervillain like in intention and design.

[stormanbates]

I've seen a lot of tumblr users that are on the spectrum put headcanons about Donnie being autistic on their blogs, so I decided to join in, since I have autism myself.

•Donnie is prone to headaches and the amount of tylenol he's taken in his lifetime is staggering.

•Sleep is difficult for him. Either he sleeps for 12 hours or he doesn't sleep for more than 2 hours a night. He's also a very heavy sleeper, and it takes forever to wake him up.

•Donnie is a picky eater. It's not taste, it's texture. For example: Potato chips=yes, mashed potatoes=eww. He can't stand food that's too smooth, or anything super spicy, but loves vinegary foods.

•Speaking of food, Donnie is more adventurous with new foods, as long as he knows what the ingredients are and cooking has helped with new foods.

•Donnie can memorize anything. He can watch a movie once, and memorize every line, even weeks later.

•Donnie often runs into walls because of lack of balance. He loves to spin around, though.

•Donnie won't even flinch if you break his arm, but will bawl like a baby if he gets a hangnail.

•Donnie loved baths as a kid, but hates showering as a teenager.

•His stims are: tapping his fingers on a table like he's playing the piano, clapping, raising his eyebrows, biting his lips, biting certain objects, standing on his tiptoes, darting his eyes all over the place, and bouncing while sitting.

•Donnie has issues with eye contact. His eyes will wander while you talk to him, but he assures that he's listening. To calm himself down while being lectured, he has to stare at Splinter's nose, rather than his eyes.

•As a tot, Donnie would hide under furniture, curl up, cover his ears and cry when his brother would get loud. Splinter had to drag him out and cuddle him to calm him down.

•Donnie also has anxiety, and often being overwhelmed makes the air around him seem like it's closing in on him.

•As a tot, he was sensitive to loud noises, bright lights and hates open spaces. As a teenager, he's only sensitive to loud noises.

•Donnie hates being touched, but will hug his brothers, April or his dad if he has to.

•Donnie is a huge crybaby, especially when he was a tot.

•Alone time is his best friend. Whenever he gets overwhelmed, he goes to his room to calm down.

•Donnie self soothes himself, but during missions, Leo has to be the one to calm him down.

•Donnie is extremely intelligent, but the stupidest things makes him laugh. He was reading medical journals at age 4, but videos of screaming frogs tickles his funny bone.

•Donnie has fidgeting toys and gets fixated on certain objects, protecting them and will get upset if anyone touches them.

•As a kid, he hated certain textures in clothing. He can, and will, strip naked if a tag itches or if a certain peice of clothing feels off.

•Donnie looked down often, trying not to step on any cracks, because he can feel it when they are not grooved. He can also feel certain colors, though it's hard to explain.

•Donnie has great hearing, he can hear conversations from across the lair, it scares his brothers.

•Donnie didn't speak as a kid, but is now a chatter box as a teen.

•Donnie made up a lot of imaginary friends, which is how he created SHELLDON.

•He enjoys ASMR and Mukbang videos, but can't stand listening to his family eat. His favorite catagory is soap cutting.

•Even though his other senses are heightened, he doesn't have the best sense of smell.

•Dee mimics people, not to make fun of others, but as a way to remember instructions.

•When pushed to far, Donnie will get aggressive, but then he cries when he's angry. Raph has to tell him to breath so he won't hyperventilate.

•Baby Mikey once got shoved by Donnie when he messed up his playing cards, to which Splinter immediately put him in his room to give him a time-out. Donnie felt it wasn't fair, but he learned to just keep his cards away from Mikey.

•Once old enough to read, Donnie read 3 grade levels above his age and could finish a book in a day. Reading was his escape.

•Leo, Raph and Mikey often felt like Donnie was a psychopath when they watched scary movies and he was the only one not scared.

•Being a first time father, Splinter often got flustered whenever his baby son was delayed while his other three were hitting milestones, such as eye contact, responding to their names, talking, or playing with certain toys.

•As a baby, Dee had acid reflux and Splinter spent many nights comforting a puky baby. Often Splinter would rush him to the bathroom to pat his son's back to get him to expel his stomach into the toilet.

•Donnie will info dump about a certain subject or he'll be silent for days.

•(Canon) Donnie can't sleep on his back, but will sleep on his stomach. It's because his shell is sensitive and he hates anything super soft.

•April has always been able to make Donnie feel better, which is why he's always with her.

[derelictlovefool]

• Dating Karl Heisenberg •

• Making you gifts out of scrap metal; metal flowers, small animal sculptures, a working music box, weapons, anything he can think of. He thinks about you all the time and one of the best ways he can show it is through these gifts, seeing the way your eyes light up everytime and the thankful kisses you give are little bonuses.

• Has a hand on you at all times, on your waist, on your arm, in your hand, just as long as he can feel you and has you close. It's an act of protectiveness but also possessiveness, you're his everything and if anything tried to hurt you or take you away from him he'd lose it.

• It's not like he himself needs protecting but he'll appreciate the gesture if you do act protective of him in any manner. He'll also get a little giddy if you act possessive over him, it's not only attractive but also very comforting knowing you want to keep him to yourself as much he wants to keep you all to himself.

• Petnames for days, uses every petname ever made for you (If there's any you don't like however he's excellent at cutting them out of his vocabulary immediately and never uses them). He falls back to buttercup, darlin' and angel a lot and if he finds one that really makes you tick he makes sure only to use it from time to time, doesn't want it to lose it's effect you know.

• Rare moments of vulnerability, when you're both wrapped up in each others arms late at night with nothing but the moon lighting up the room. He'll let your hands trace the scars on his body, share the painful memories that accompany them and cry against you as you comfort him. Likewise he'll trace any scar or blemish or insecurity you have and hold you close, comforting you with gentle words and soft kisses.

• A lot of teasing and loving bullying, he loves dishing it out and gets excited if you can dish it back. Playful insults, witty banter, nicknames that would make others think you hated each other, the whole shebang. Even when you're both half asleep and tangled together under the sheets, murmured good nights mixed with your favourite loving insults are a must.

• Him going absolutely feral if he saw you wearing a peice of his clothing, especially his coat. It riles him up and makes his chest swell, knowing when you walk around in it everyone will recognize it as his and therefore understand you were also his. Also him stealing your clothes because they smell like you and give him comfort (and a sly excuse to tell you if you want your clothes back you'll have to take them off of him yourself).

• Listening to him talk about his plan to take down Miranda for hours and him showing you any new designs/ideas for his soldiers. This is his life's work and as his partner your part of the whole thing, he wants a normal life with you away from all this but he needs to take down the bitch first.

• He will bite you, it's inevitable. He loves leaving marks all over you, hickies and bitemarks and scratches and anything else your comfortable with, he loves sinking his teeth into your shoulder and hearing you whimper and he loves seeing the bruised flesh the next day when you're sleeping soundly beside him. It's just one more way to tell others to back off of his lover.

• Having Lycans acting like your personal guard dogs because Karl is always worried about you and your safety. You get your own whistle for them but learn your lesson to not use it in front of Karl. The wicked grin that bloomed on his cheeks and raunchy remarks he made had left you flustered for a solid ten minutes.

• If you're a Lord yourself he'll visit your territory all the time, probably have a place of his own somewhere in it if you don't have a home he can bum in. He'll probably set up more security for your territory too, doesn't want anyone sneaking up on you after all.

• If you're not a Lord you're staying in his factory, of course you have autonomy and can go out if you really want but there's not much in the village to entertain you so you might find yourself staying by Karl's side most days.

• Kisses, every kind. Kiss to the temple when you're cuddling, kissing the back of your neck when he hugs you from behind, a kiss to your hand when he's being playful, kissing your neck when he's in the mood, kissing your shoulder when you're just sitting around. He will melt if you give any of these kisses to him and he will be chasing your lips with his own immediately.

• He's a walking heater, you will never be cold with him by your side. He's happy to have to lay across his chest to soak up every but of his body heat and he will always let you sneak under his jacket during the day, he'll take any excuse to have you cozying up to him.

• Learning how he says 'I love you' through his actions and certain phrases. He probably struggles with the actual words so it makes sense he says it other ways, be it memorizing all your favourite things and the way you like your drinks so he can make them/get them for you or calling you a certain nickname in a certain way that just tells you he's saying it without saying it.

• Watching him get flustered if you say 'I love you's, watching that transition to goofy smiles to confident grins and having your face peppered in kisses and playful nips. Will pretend he didn't hear you a few times just to hear you say it again and again, it makes his heart feel safe and light when you say it. Will get you some sappy soft moments he refuses to acknowledge later.

[darkh3llscap3]

hi!! i loooved your spencer Reid yandere hcs!! i was wondering if you could maybe do numbers 2&23 from the obsessive prompts with an innocent reader and a yandere bucky, loki, or peter (whichever you want!!)? tysm:)

Title: Not enough

Obsessive Prompt 2- "Listen baby, I'm doing this for your own good, So stay mad at me but at least your safe."

Obsessive Prompt 23- "I wanna be closer skin contact isn't enough anymore."

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Summary: You and Loki spend the day in bliss and it gets ruined casuing Loki to let his yandere side out more.

Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, toxic relationship, mention of future violence, honestly a good amount of fluff.

General Masterlist

Marvel Masterlist

I woke up from my blissful sleep Loki hanging onto me from behind. I turned around and faced him, he looked so peaceful. His hand started to trailed up my exposed thigh yet his eyes stayed close. He let his hand go all the way up to waist then he pushed me on top of him. My head went into the crook of his neck instantly.

We stayed like that for a while the sun peaking in through the curtain as his hands went onto my butt. I looked up at him he was already staring at me, when we made eye contact he smiled his white teeth poking out. I held onto his cheeks making his face pounty and kissed him. He leaned up to mold his lips against mine.

He sighed into the kiss one of his hands came up to put a peice of hair behind my ear so he could see me better. I smiled at looked at his messy black hair sprawled out on the cousion- My phone started ringing loudly on the bed side table ruining the moment.

He frowned as I reach for it I saw Nats name flash across the screen so I answered sitting up on my side of the bed.

"Hello?" I said into the receiver and I heard Natashas voice remind me that was were going to go to the mall today. I get up to change into something nice has I listen to her talk about her day. Once I'm finished changing she has finished so I hang up.

Loki is sitting on the bed with a unreadable expression on his face. "Are you okay, baby?" I asked to him he just stays seated I come closer and he jumps up hitting my back against the door. I look up at him in surprise.

"Your not going anywhere. We were having such a memorable time and you chose to leave me for her?!" I slid my hand against his face has he leaned closer to it out of instinct.

"I'm not going to be long and I didn't chose her. I love you and only you." He nodded as I nudged his away so I can open the door. A hand grabbed my shoulder as I open the door and slams it closed. I'm thrown on the bed as he locks the door and starts walking back and forth in thought.

I try to get up and run out but he's quick to catch me and throw me back. "What the he'll Loki let me out!" I scream at him with a fustrated tone.

"Listen baby I'm doing this for your own good. So, stay mad at me all you want but at least your safe and here with me." He was infront of me my face in his hands pretty much mimicking how my hands were this morning.

"I can't believe your doing this again I'm safe going out I can literally turn a pencil into a weapon while Nat was trained." I push against of him last time I tried to go out with Wanda and Nat to have a girls day and he kept me locked in for a week.

"Don't push me, I just want to hold you for an entire day is that too much to ask?" He yelled back has he pushed me down onto the bed and forced me on his chest. As he held me down like we were this morning. He shoved my head in the crook of his neck and signed like he was relaxed. After a few minutes he frowned and mumbled "I wanna be closer skin contact isn't enough anymore." I froze planning my next move carefully.

[dirksawesomesprites]

editing / fixing sprites + my headcanons

Part 3: Beta Highbloods

Equius Zahhak

he uses he/him and is a pansexual, aroflux , transmasc male. the ends of his hair is always damp from his sweat since his hair is neck length. he wears a binder because hes too scared to get top surgery (so me fr). he has to wash his binder like every few hours because it gets soaked with sweat (he has several chat dw and he binds safely :3). the paw on his tanktop is from nepeta, meow painted it on. his shorts are the same lengh as jakes, take that as you will. he and eridan go to shooting ranges together and do target practice. eridan lets him practice with his rifle, and he lets eridan practice with bow. matesprit is eridan and his moirail is nepeta. (TEAM SEAHORSE.)

Gamzee Makara

he uses he/they/honk (yes originial ik...) and is gay, hypersexual, and is ,in his words, "just a dude", but hes not. no one knows what his exact gender but neither does he. his clothes are stained with sopor and faygo. his horns are darker from how dark his hive his, the only lights in it are LED coloured ones and lights from screens. his eyes are more red than normal, from lack of light and the drugs, but they arnt as red as his sober eyes. he makes theory videos and posts them to his youtube channle. they mostly consist of him ranting about stuff thats not even related to the theory and eating sopor slime. once he started off talking about the mirthfull messiahs, and it turned into a cooking tutorial. they once got sopor slime pie stuck in their hair and karkat broke 2 brushes while getting it out for over 4 hours. they mostly go to karkats hive to hang out because of how messy theirs is, and leaves karkats hive a mess aswell. he mostly drinks the red faygo but lets just say uhhh it might not all be faygo that stained his shirt... his matesprit is karkat, his moirail is tavros, and he has a black crush on eridan

Eridan Ampora

with cape

without cape

march

(i loved remaking this because personaly i think all the amporas sprites SUCK... they had so much potential)

he uses he/she and is bisexual and transfem/genderfluid (bicon). he hangs out with cronus occasionally because cronus views him as a younger brother/sister because of his want to be human and human relationships. royal bloods are traditionally very tall, but she has a growth stunt to where she wont grow much more than she already is, cronus teases her about this. his "hang out place" is the trolls verison of the titanic wreckage, for his first attemt to swoon feferi he took her there on an unoffical "date". she rejected him there, because of that whenever he goes there all he can think about was what he did wrong with her. he also goes there to study his history textbooks, he pretty much has all the hisctory of its wreckage memorized (just like me fr...) she gives sollux peices of seaglasses she finds when cleaning up the beaches, because of this he has a shelf in his hive dedicated to this collection. he can play the pipe organ. each of her rings represents a failed relationship (emo ahh). his matesprit is equius, his moirail is karkat, and his kismesis is sollux.

Feferi Pexies

with cover up

without cover up

she uses she/it/glub pronouns (hi cana...) and is omnisexual with a female preferance. seadwellers fins are pretty senstive, so most keep their hair short, she keeps her hair long because shes in the water most of the time (so itll stay out of the way), but once upon land shell keep it up in a bun or something similar. it likes to take nepeta on trips to the pool or ocean even though meow is afraid of water. she always brings a big floaty for her so she can still be on the water with her without getting wet, but meow has been known to accidently pop the floaties on occasion... even though her matesprit dosnt like swimming or water in general she has offered to teach her how to swim, the offer is always politly declined though. whenever she finds nautilus fossils she always rushes to aradias hive to give it to her. her matesprit is nepeta,her moirail is aradia.

editing / fixing sprites + my headcanons

Part 1: Beta Lowbloods

Aradia Megdio

without bag

with bag

dead

she uses she/they and is demigirl and bisexual. her horns are covered in a layer of dust from scavaging for fossils and living in an underground hive. she wears a messanger bag that she uses to keep all of her fossile hunting materials and other things. she uses the fossils to decorate her hive and shes goth (original i know). her matesprit is sollux and her moirail is feferi.

Tavros Nitram

he uses he/him and is a cis guy (just is slightly feminine) he is mlm/gay. he loves fairycore and his favourite dog breed is a golden retriver (speficially the human version dave showed him, not alternian.) his robot legs will occasionslly malfcution, causing them to either get locked in place, squeak loudly, or get sticky joints. dave constantly has to call dirk over to fix his legs. his matesprit is dave, moirail is gamzee, and he has a black crush on gamzee (not very "black" though, mostly a "i can fix him" mentality but it ends up being "i can fix him but itll make me worse in the prossess) type stuff. its a pale leaning black thing.

Sollux Captor

he uses they/he/she and is bisexual and bigender (original i know but its kinda funny concidering my headmate with a sollux source is bisexual and bigender so im stealing that). hes emo and has a johnnie guilbert shrine in his hive he swears is ironic. he is colour blind (blue colour blindess specifically) so he sees voilet/purple as a ugly brown thats why he calls eridan ugly so much. he plays the synthesizer. hes double jointed and likes to gross his friends out with it. his shoes were orignially both white but he lost the second one but was too lazy to find it so he just wears the same brand shoe but different colours. theyre vans shoes. his matesprit is aradia , his moirail is dave , his kismesis is eridan , and his auspistice is karkat.

Karkat Vantas

he uses they/he, theyre nonbinary / transmasculine (has top scars and is technially transmasc but is also nonbinary i dont know if im saying this right) and is unlabeled for sexuality (they kiss guys but is unlabeled take with that what you will) they are punk even if they dont particualerly dress like it. their sweatpants are too big and their sweater is too small / tight so theyre a small gap of stomach showing. he purrs when happy, sleepy, or comfortable. when he gets scared their voice cracks and squeaks. when theyre alone listening to music in their hive hell jump around bouncing off stuff pretending to play the guitar and screaming / singing at the top of his lungs to the song. his matesprit is gamzee, his moirial is eridan, his kismesis is dave, and they aupistice for eridan and sollux.

Nepeta Lejion

she uses she/meow and is girlflux, catgender (original i know), grey romantic, and asexual. when she paints on her shipping wall she tends to get paint all over her and it has since stained her jacket. she has had her hat since she was very little and its very streched out and worn. same with her tail as its not part of her, it drags on the ground behind her and gets dirt, sticks and leaves caught in it most of the time. she likes to play the xylophone, read warrior cats, and play animal jam with equius. she purrs when she his happy / sleepy / comfy like karkat. her matesprit is feferi and her moirail is equius.

[mazzystar24]

The promised in depth Taylor swift analysis of malex:

This may have multiple parts

Edit: this is definitely having multiple parts I gave up midway

1. Renegade -Specific to Season 2-

Memorable lines in the song:

Are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these? -cmon season two finale who

And let all your damage damage me

Carry your baggage up my street and make me your future history

You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody

Is it insensitive for me to say get your shit together? So I can love you

Is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything?Or do you just not want to?

There was nowhere for me to stay But I stayed anyway

You fire off missiles 'cause you hate yourself But do you know you're demolishing me?and then you squeeze my hand as I'm about to leave. ——-this line especially is accurate

And if I would’ve known how sharp the peices were you’d crumpled into I might’ve let them lay

Like you can’t tell me this song isn’t Alex’s perspective in season two like Michael pushing him away and him staying anyways And like the whole it isn’t their time thing??? RENEGADE AS FUCK

2. Come back be here -this is specific to the lost decade

Memorable lines:

“I told myself, don't get attached But in my mind, I play it back Spinning faster than the plane that took you”

“Delicate beginning rush”

“If I would’ve known what I know now I never would've played so nonchalant”

“Taxi cabs and busy streets That never bring you back to me I can't help but wish you took me with you”

“This is when the feeling sinks in I don't wanna miss you like this”

“Come back, be here”

“And I don't wanna need you this way”

“This is falling in love in the cruelest way This is falling for you and you are worlds away”

3. Tis the damn season - also lost decade or like early season one vibes if you wanna be really specific think of the morning Alex stayed

If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone I would have asked you

There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me

And the road not taken looks real good now and it always leads to you in my hometown

Time flies messy as the mud on your truck tires

Sleep in half the day just for old times sake and I won’t ask you to wait if you won’t ask me to stay

And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'

And the heart I know I’m breaking is my own to leave the warmest bed I’ve ever know

We could call it even even though I’m leaving and I’ll be yours for the weekend

4. The last time- lost decade and season one vibes yet again cos Taylor loves angst almost as much as the writers

Basically every Gary lightbody line is Alex’s pov and every Taylor swift line is Michael’s pov because the song flows sort of like a conversation between a malex vibed couple

I find myself at your door just like all those times before I’m not sure how I got there all roads they lead me here

You open your eyes into mine and everything feels better

And right before your eyes I’m breaking no past no reasons why just you and me

This is the last time I’m asking you this put my name at the top of your list this is the last time I’m asking you why you break my heart in the blink of an eye

You find yourself at my door just like all those times before you wear your best apology but I was there to watch you leave

All those times I let you in just for you to go again disappear when you come back everything is better

This is the last time you tell me I’ve got it wrong

This is the last time I say it’s been you all along

This is the last time I let you in my door

This is the last time I won’t hurt you anymore

5. This is me trying - this one is harder to break down because it fits both povs but isn’t as clearly broken up as the last time but mostly by verse

Alex lines:

I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that

Could’ve followed my fears all the way down

Maybe I don’t quite know what to say but I’m here in your door way

Michael lines:

They told me all of my cages were mental so I got wasted like all my potential

and my words shoot to kill when I’m mad I have a lot of regrets about that

I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere fell behind on my classmates, and I ended up here

Pouring out my heart to a stranger But I didn't pour the whiskey

Either:

I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound it's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you you're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town

6. Tears ricochet- Alex pov doesn’t fit perfectly but eh this is purely if you wanna turn the angst on season two dial to like 100

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe all the hell you gave me? 'cause I loved you, I swear I loved you 'til my dying day

I can go anywhere I want anywhere I want just not home

You can aim for my heart go for blood but you will still miss me in your bones

I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves you had to kill me but it killed you just the same

cursing my name wishing I’d stayed

And you’re tossing out blame drunk on this pain crossing out the good years

AND MY HANDS ARE HURTING SO PART TWO IS IMMINENT

[wisp-of-thought]

l o v e l a n g u a g e

language: the principal method of human communication or

a systematic means of communicating ideas or feelings by the use of conventionalized signs, sounds, gestures, or marks having understood meanings

~

93% of communication is non-verbal. and i tried to learn a new language for you.

it was not an easy one. there were no textbooks, or online review tests, or vocabulary sheets. there was only my hastily scrawled notes trying to understand. there was only me, practicing my pronunciation in the mirror, watching my mouth form around unfamiliar vowels, my hands trying to learn how to hold the consonants so you might be able to better understand my accent. there was only you, trying to teach me a language that had never been transcribed.

you lend me one of your earbuds on the bus and play a song i cannot understand because there are just chords. just brushstrokes of sound. just melody threading notes together. the music is trying to say something. but you are trying to say something too by giving me this rythem. i cannot understand. but i listen anyways. and these are the ways in which i try to learn. you memorize my coffee order but forget my birthday. you never say you miss me but you look back twice exactly when we part every time. your eyes are always closed when we touch. i do not understand what these things say, or what you are trying to tell me but i listen anyways. and these are the ways in which i try to learn.

once, we don't speak for too long and the first night you spend in my bed again, i ask you, before i turn the light off, what it means. you don't look at me. you say you don't know. so i flick off the light switch and curl around myself under the covers. your hands find my hair, find my waist, find the soft skin of a scar, find the place where the flesh is thinnest between the world and my heart. i ask you what that means. you say it means, "you still have me." and so i kiss every one of your finger tips and in this way i respond, "i am glad." i let my legs tangle with yours under the blankets and in this way i say, "you still have me, too." in this moment you have not learnt my language yet either. but we are both learning. and some things are hard to misinterpret.

you take me to the movies to watch the same film for the second time. i do not understand what this is trying to say or what you are trying to tell me but i listen anyways. on the drive home, we take the leftover silence of the theatre with us, and i ask you what you meant when you did this. you are still picking the quiet out from your teeth with your tounge and so i say, "in my language, this means, 'i would choose the silence over your voice.' in my language this means 'you are only worth the past, over again. there is no moving forward, only backwards. until we fall into the oblivion from which we came'. " you pull off the road. you shake your head. say, "in my language, this means, 'the quiet is hard sometimes but never with you.' in my language, this means 'i think we have time enough to reread stories twice'. this means, 'you are the familar and for this i am grateful'. this means, 'i do not need adventure to stay'. that I am content to sit with you and the dark and devour a peice of the world together."

and so i come to learn that your leg slipping over my hip when i am just on the cusp of sleep means: i forgive you. learn that a sandwich found in the fridge made the night before for me to take to work means: im sorry. learn that the hour long shower means: not now. learn the bitting of the nails means: now. now, please. i learn the sunday morning pancakes mean: i love you. but so do the forehead kisses and the 1:30 am texts about tomorrow and the you telling me about your day. i learn the offer to fix my car means "let me be something for you, please." i learn 2 dirty mugs in the sink mean a bad day unless one of them is the red one and it's thursday, because then that just means working late, and in this way i learn about the context of a phrase.

you learn things too. pick them up slowly. through daily conversation. murmmer things in passing. nonchalant and nervous. i don't correct you. i just smile. because I know what you are trying to say.

i wince sometimes at the misused vocab and poorly built sentences that crumble quickly, but i do not offer to teach you until you ask. because i know for certain what you are saying then. saying:

i want to know how to speak to you in the language you feel most at home in.

i want to be able to know you in the words there are no direct translations for.

i want to be able to find you in the dialect you retreat to when the day has gone on too long.

you are saying:

i want to be able interpt everything you think there are no words in my language to say, and so you don't say them.

i want you to be able to tell me everything

you are telling me:

i want you to know that i want to try and talk to you even when it is hard.

you offer to walk with me in the fall afternoon even though you hate the crunch of the leaves that you say sounds too much like endings and i ask you if this offer means "i love you" or "i don't want to be alone right now" and you are looking away from me when you explain that sometimes things can have more than one meaning.

i tackle you half screaming half laughing when you buy us the concert tickets for my birthday and you ask me if this means "thank you" or "i love you" and i am smiling when i explain sometimes things can have more than one meaning.

i come home late to find you sobbing on the bathroom floor and i hold you for hours. i show you videos of baby's laughing until the tears subside long enough for you to kiss me with salt sorrow stained lips and i ask against your mouth if this means "thank you" or "i love you" and you whisper of how different things can have the same meaning and in this way i learn of synonyms.

sometimes the learning of a new language is difficult.

is frustrating.

is silences that scream two things in dissonance.

for the hardest things to define are the absences.

for there are a million subtle ways the pronunciation of quiet differs depending on what you are trying to convey.

sometimes learning a new language is

mistakes.

is misunderstandings.

is apologies

for violating customs

and muddling unfamiliar proverbs.

i'm sorry,

this is not my native tounge.

but i am trying.

i am learning.

if you are willing to teach me.

sometimes a new language is something we become fluent it. the bilingualism comes easy. it rolls off our tounge like second nature. you realize now there are new ways to love in this language. but there are also new ways the hurt. and new ways to heal. and new ways to apologize. you realize there are new ways to know someone when they are not afraid to be misheard.

sometimes a new language is a patchwork quilt of simple words and poorly stitched grammer. sometimes i pull out a few words at the restaurant to impress you. you smile less at the phrase, more at the gesture. sometimes i stumble over the words and you help me up, help me along the sentence, because you know it means the world to me to try for you.

sometimes all we can do is learn to understand. the words never come out right so we stop trying. but we listen. we nod. we laugh. we hold them at all the right parts of the story.

sometimes the greatest gift you can give someone is to understand

what they are trying to say.

when she makes paper flowers and sends me photos of them. i know she is trying to tell me: "look. i got out of bed today and created something beautiful. i thought of you in the slow process of the cultivation of this miracle." and i don't know how to reply. not in her language atleast. and so i don't. but i know what she means.

sometimes it is enough to understand someone.

sometimes it isn't.

sometimes a new language is not for us. we tell ourselves we are too old to pick it up. we tell ourselves it is too difficult. too forgien. too complicated. we try for the sake of saying we tried. but we don't.

in the end, we know how to say hello and goodbye and thank you and a handful of curse words. sometimes we know how to say i love you. in the formal tounge. with textbook pronouns and rigid verbs.

sometimes learning a language is

things lost in translation

is

how was I supposed to know what that meant?

is

why didn't you just tell me?

is

i didn't know how.

is

being too tired to roll your r's and remember the right tense.

sometimes learning a language is screaming everything you cannot translate at the language barrier between you. hoping they understand. hoping they don't.

but there is something unmatched about being welcomed home in your mother tounge.

something about being forgiven in words you could never misinterpret.

about being called to bed by the familar.

t h e r e i s s o m e t h i n g u n p a r a l l e l e d a b o u t b e i n g l o v e d i n

y o u r o w n l a n g u a g e.

[genshin-obsessed]

I dread everything about school, sure, I got some friends. But that doesn't help ease the pain of having a mental breakdown the night before school starts.

I've given up trying to ask my mom or dad if I could get a day off, my mom wouldn't allow me since my dad won't let me. My dad has said he only cares about my education, so I don't see the point in trying anymore.

I envy people who have a mental break day where they can skip school/work. Even in the weekend I can't get rest without thinking about tomorrow. I had a breakdown last week and ended up being yelled at by my dad. Now I really don't think he cares about me besides getting an education.

I already plan on getting an actual job, started a business, how much longer do I have to suffer before I can just get a day off? Or when will I ever be good enough for him?? I'm trying to do things that make me useable enough for society, even though my grades are fucking failing and I can't stop lashing out on things.

These things don't matter anyway, he'll just end up telling me again "and I don't want to go to work" then WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT JOB?? fucking peice of shit, he doesn't care about my mental health unless it makes me unable to be a working citizen and get an education.

I'm so fucking tired, I'm trying to keep everything in, but I'm so afraid. I'm so afraid that something will happen that I can't control. I don't want to hurt someone again, but I don't know how much longer I can keep it all in.

I just have to suck it all up, going to school like nothing happened, again. My suicidal thoughts have started to come back, my anxiety has been worse and worse, and I feel like relapsing again.

The only reason I don't self-harm anymore is so I don't get put into a mental hospital again. But if I end up not keeping all these urges and thoughts away then I'll just end up in the mental hospital or worse, an actual prison. The mental hospital felt like a prison anyway, which is why I'm scared to tell any teacher or adult at my school.

It's also 1am, and I shouldn't be bothering anyone with this. I can't bother my sister, she has to get enough sleep to go to work, and with how much little time I get with her now, it's just like when she was in college and i had nobody. My parents are useless in this situation, because my mom would just get yelled at by my dad for suggesting me staying home. And talking to her feels so.. uncomfortable. My dad is just a no. There is no talk about my mental health, if I'm feeling sad, I'll just have to deal with it.

I'm stuck, I don't know how much longer this will last, but probably for a couple more years.

I wish I could easily take my life away, there is hardly anything I want in life anymore.

Just a note before I start: I made a new tag for anyone to block because I’m gonna allow more serious topics with it. I’ll go with the regular tw tags as well, but this one is just one big tag: 🐚— vent

Right, onto you anon. I wanna start by saying I am so, so sorry you’re going through this. I understand, my mother was extremely hard on me in school. She rarely let me take breaks off of school and kept his idea that I had to attend almost every day to be a good student and to have a good education.

Even in college, both of my parents are pretty hard on me to take “good classes” and not “waste” my time. I don’t think many parents understand the stresses of school and it makes it hard for them to understand how terrible those days can be.

The school system is all messed up. Learning subjects that most of us won’t use- unless you’re choose a job in that particular field- teachers pile on too much homework, everything is just memorization at this point, and it gives us little time to relax. The way some teachers even assign homework makes it hard for us to even relax on weekends, which is why we have them. You really only have summer and even then, some parents force their children into extra activities then.

You feelings are valid. 100%. You’re allowed to feel exhausted, especially when you’re not getting any breaks. Getting through high school is the probably the only thing that’s really required for most jobs. But having a college degree doesn’t mean you’ll be rolling in money. It just means you can have a more secure job but by no means guarantees success. Parents don’t realize that.

For you, especially, it’s all building up. I’m sure you already know this to. Holding it in 100% won’t help. The stress also seems to be affecting your school work and it’s making it harder to pass classes which just leads your parents to lash out. It’s a vicious cycle that just doesn’t stop. And the only way to really stop such a thing is to take a step back, but you’re not even allowed to do that.

I think the attempt to please your dad’s ideals is also adding stress. You want to be good enough, and that’s understandable, but sometimes parents project what they couldn’t do onto us. Sometimes, it’s never enough because at the end of the day, they’re not the ones who could accomplish that. I’m sorry to say that and I hope it doesn’t upset you further, but maybe you should try doing this for yourself and not him. Some parents will never be happy- as sad as it is to say that.

I’m glad you don’t self harm, and I’m really proud of you for breaking away from that. Yes, it may just be to stay away from the mental hospital, but I’m still happy you’re staying away from it. Although, I would recommend talking to someone about this, other than me of course, because I can’t do much for you, unfortunately. I can only listen and offer a bit of advice.

Though you don’t want to stress out your sister, it seems like she may be the only one you can kind of trust. Maybe if you’re of age, you could try talking to a therapist or meeting with a school counselor/therapist. They may be able to actively help you, maybe even working with some of your teachers to lessen the workload. Either way, they’ll be more helpful than me.

I want you to know you’re doing an amazing job though. You’re still going after all of this and I know it seems bad, but I know it’ll get better. I know this isn’t much, but I’m very proud of your resilience.

If anything, when you’re on your own and in college, you can 100% take a break and you’ll definitely deserve it. But I do want you to try and talk to somebody you find you can trust. Or try to reach out for help, because something like this can’t be done alone.

There is one thing I think you want and that’s to be free from all of this. School, your parents, the exhaustion, the stress, and so that can be your goal. Though these days will show up often, maybe the idea of being free from all of this while still being able to live a happy life can be that push you need. I’m not sure if you’re able to move away for college, but I would recommend you do that. It’s a little difficult to be on your own, but you’ll get to choose how you live.

I know my response was kinda all over the place, but I really hope it helped anon💖💖 you’re always welcome to come here and talk to me if you’d like. Maybe about school, homework, just to vent, or chat! I would like to hear how you’re doing too 🥺💖