#if anyone wants to suggest CW for this feel free im bad it it

[aliteralpileofgarbage]

the thing about being autistic is that-

(unnecessarily long and sad story under the cut)

the thing about being autistic is that i once had a very dear friend. I loved this person dearly. they were my first adult heartbreak.

i once had a very dear friend that i spoke to almost exclusively via skype as was custom of the time for awkward shut-ins still trying.

i had a friend i loved dearly telling me about a recent string of traumatic circumstances. i probably managed some 'oh no's and 'im so sorry's as i was drowning internally. im young, and i know i have trouble in these times. i say things to indicate that i am listening and I care. because i do. i care so much. inside i hurt for them. im clawing at my mind for something to say that could be useful. something reassuring or calming or validating. i am Actively Listening and full of empathetic suffering. I want to know how to make them feel better like a hangover begs for water.

i am Actively Listening to a friend i love dearly. they are upset and am upset for them, on their behalf, and angry at the universe for the mere existence of justice. I am actively listening and the conversation changes.

a person i love dearly sends me a screenshot of my face. there might have been concern there. an arch to the eyebrows maybe. i could see what they were about to say, though. i didnt look like i felt. the face was vacant. flat. maybe worried. but flat.

i have been told so many times that I dont care. ive been told i dont care because of ways i communicate poorly with others. ive been told i dont care because of things i cant do. i have been told that I dont care because of the ways i communicate poorly with myself.

i dont know how to tell you how much it hurts to be told that i dont care or am not trying because of features or flaws endemic to my personhood. thats why the story ends there. i dont have it in me to describe the absolute violence waiting for me behind the details of that hurt.

i care so much.

im so sorry for the times i cant communicate that by word or action.

the thing about being autistic is that im just so fucking tired.

[catscidr]

hi.. hello... may I request a dottore fic w/chronically ill reader? chronically ill as in, can't get enough sleep due to pain, doesn't clean themselves/shower, or doesn't eat a lot due to the pain and loss of appetite.

this part is a bit self indulgent but maybe reader can't walk properly due to it and needs assistance by dottore (or his segments) to hold her hand and let her cling onto them as they walk?

absolutely understandable if not! hope you have a good day :) 🕊

yes!! absolutely!! (included this other ask too bc i felt they were similar enough) im sorry i disappeared for a bit, life happened and this and that and i didn't have time to write and when i did i just.... couldn't write LOLヽ(；▽；) i don't have a chronic illness so i did my best with what i had (google and my own experiences with body pains n stuff(?) ) so pls lmk if there's like. any wording i should change and whatnot. big smoochies to u nonnie i hope this makes you feel at least a little better ♡♡ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a whole lotta fluff, established relationship, dottore is probably a little ooc bc he's very soft, him and The Clones are doting on reader HARD. reader is shorter than the men includes: fem reader, dottore and his segments (Omega is the oldest, Delta is webttore, Iota is the youngest), Columbina is mentioned, fatui npcs are also mentioned wc: 2,3k

The doctor was infamous for being cruel, aloof and barbaric. From his experiments to his way of treating his coworkers, practically everyone that worked in the Fatui wanted nothing to do with him, since even if they happened to not get on his bad side, even being associated with him meant other members of the organization would look at them funny. The only people the Harbinger spoke to daily, apart from you, were his many segments. 

The same couldn’t be said for you though. When you could, you’d spend time with Viktor or Ekaterina whenever they were in Snezhnaya, hang out with Damselette when she was free or simply just make small talk with anyone willing to stop by for a chat. Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to enjoy other people’s presence since your body’s been feeling quite sluggish as of late, exhaustion seeping into your limbs much quicker than it should. Your predicament made it so that you were confined to the four walls of your room most days, human interaction being limited to Dottore and his clones. 

Not that you particularly minded, since they were an entertaining bunch. Dottore took care of you most of the time, but since his job was quite demanding, he couldn’t be there for you all the time. Which is where his segments came in. 

“The soup isn’t that hot, and I already blew on it! Just eat already,” Delta grumbles loudly, his patience wearing thin as it made way for aggressive worry to take place. You stick your tongue out at him, a tired and petty act of rebellion despite your situation. 

“I dare you to take a sip. For sure it’ll be able to melt your mechanic tongue right off,” you huff in annoyance, both from the minimal hours of sleep you’d been getting and your own patience coming to an end. The man makes a tsk sound, torn between wanting to prove you wrong by humoring your suggestion or wanting to just grab an ice cube and tossing it in the bowl in malicious compliance. He doesn’t have time to decide though, because two people come into your room right as he opened his mouth to reply. 

“Prime told me to check in on you,” Omega says as he breaches the doorframe. “You’re taking too long.” he adds, crossing his arms. The older segment stares down at his maskless coworker, lips curling down in a frown. Delta scowls, readjusting himself on your bed- he was sitting to your right, his legs thrown over the side of the bed. He glances over his shoulder at the interruption, scowl now much more genuine as he glares daggers at the older segment. 

“I would have been back a long time ago if someone,” he doesn’t hide the way his eyes glance over at your sulking form, “had cooperated with me.” Still holding up the spoon he had tried to feed you previously, he lowers it into the bowl while gesturing for Omega to come closer. The latter walks over to the bed calmly while Iota saunters over to your left side, chatting up a storm about how he’s missed you and asking when you’ll be joining them back in the lab again. 

“Maybe if you knew how to speak to women,” the oldest taunts, lips curling into a small grin, the only feature visible on his masked face. You giggle as Delta bites back an insult, purposely ignoring his superior to instead try to make you get something in your system one more time. 

“Where’s Dottore?” you ask the Omega segment, turning your face away from Delta. The latter glares at you, handing over the bowl of soup to the other man. Iota suggests feeding you but is quickly dismissed by the other two, much to his dismay. 

“Busy. Although he said he would come by to test something, if I recall correctly... didn’t mention what it was, though,” the masked segment says, blowing on a spoonful of soup to cool it off. You nod, eating the spoonful when Omega presents it to you, earning a look of disbelief from Delta. “How are you feeling today?” the oldest asks, tuning out Delta’s many choice words aimed at him. You do the same, focused on eating and taking your time swallowing the food so as to not upset your already sensitive stomach. 

“Could be better,” you respond with a sigh. “I feel pain... everywhere. And I’m tired but I can’t sleep,” you add between spoonfuls. Omega nods, letting you rant as he silently listens to you while subtly observing the way your chest heaves up and down, as if your lungs were working overtime to accommodate to an elevated heart rate. 

He hums, dipping the spoon in the bowl to feed you again. You shake your head at him and put a hand up in front of your mouth, your brows creasing your forehead. The clone doesn’t push further and instead hands Iota the unfinished bowl of food, quietly asking for him to put it away. The young boy nods eagerly, happy to be of use as he scurries away. Delta follows after him to make sure he doesn’t break anything, but glances behind his shoulder to take one last look at you, worry obvious on his usually irked face. 

“How long has it been since Prime has last given your previous dose of aspirin?” he asks, leaning closer to you to push your hair out of your face. Expression scrunched up in discomfort from the sudden food intake, you make a noise of discontentment, a vague answer to his question. He frowns but doesn’t voice his displeasure aloud, instead comforting you through your nausea. Noticing pearls of sweat beading up on your hairline, Omega pulls your bed sheets away slightly, making you more comfortable. 

“Can you try swallowing for me?” he asks gently, tilting his head forward and to the side to look at your throat. It takes you a hot second but after some struggle you do as he instructed and swallow, your throat bobbing up as you do, and the segment hums in satisfaction. “Good,” he murmurs quietly, placing one hand on your shoulder to help you straighten your back. 

“Let me help you up. Hold onto my hand for me?” Omega asks, helping you slip out of bed, putting a strong arm under yours to help you stand up. You wordlessly interlock your fingers into his own and wobble slightly, knees weak and devoid of strength, but he holds you up, bending his own knees slightly to accommodate your height. The wave of nausea comes and goes, making your legs unsteady as the clone helps you walk towards the bathroom connected to your bedroom. 

Delta comes back without Iota in tow and immediately notices your discomfort. His legs work faster than his mind and he’s to your left in the blink of an eye, supporting your weight as well to help you and Omega out. The three of you reach the sink counter and as the oldest helps you sit up on it, Delta squints at his fellow clone. 

“Can one of you get my bucket,” you manage to croak out between deep breaths, head slumped forward to rest against Omega’s shoulder. While he rubs soothing circles on your back Delta quickly grabs the bucket you kept in your room, footsteps as silent as he could as to not disturb you. You murmur a quiet thank you to him, sitting up to the best of your ability as you shoot him a grateful smile. 

“Are you feeling well enough to bathe or are you still lightheaded?” Omega asks, one of his gloved hands coming up to your forehead. He feels some heat seep through the leather fabric but waits for your answer nonetheless, crimson eyes covered by his mask staring into you. You nod, leaning into the coolness of his hand. 

“Mmhyeah, jus’ help me out a bit,” you mumble sleepily, exhaustion taking over your nausea. Delta doesn't need to be told twice as he turns on the tap to fill up the bath, keeping a hand beneath it to make the sound of water splashing in the tub quieter to avoid bothering you. 

✧✧✧   

With a towel resting over your head and newfound energy flowing through your limbs, you saunter into your partner’s main lab to find him. Omega had left shortly after you finished bathing, begrudgingly telling you that he had to go back to work- but Delta stayed with you long enough to keep you company while you let your eyes rest. He gave you some painkillers- nothing like what Dottore gave you to keep the pain at bay, but it worked as a temporary solution- and you felt energized enough to leave your bedroom to get ahold of Dottore. 

Delta walked behind you, not wanting to go back to the laboratory just yet but the last thing he wanted was to leave you alone, his mind working up a multitude of scenarios in which you’d get hurt. Although he was all bark and no bite, he still cared about you immensely- more than he’d ever admit. He watches your hair drip water onto the pristine white tiles as you walk and steps on the water with his boots, smudging the liquid to wipe it away. 

“Dottore!” you exclaim happily, eyes lighting up when you finally catch sight of the familiar mop of blue hair paired with his matching tired eyes and scarred skin adorning his face. The Harbinger looks up from his work, eyes displaying a mix of surprise and something akin to irritation- a result from catching him off guard. 

“Darling,” he says softly, quietly enough that you barely catch the loving nickname slipping past his chapped lips. “Did you eat?” he asks, brushing the dirt off his hands on his slacks. You engulf his torso in a warm hug, immediately comforted by the familiar faint scent of his cologne and whatever cleaning supply he used in his lab. He returns the hug gently and Delta looks away immediately, flustered at the sight of his boss being publicly affectionate. 

You respond with a muffled mhm, refusing to pull away. “Didn’t eat much but it was something. Omega ‘n Delta helped me bathe. Took something for the pain. Now I’m here,” you summarize, face still smushed against him. He hums in approval, but concern still creases his brows as he uses one of his hands to rub up your back and the other to dry off your hair completely using the towel on your head. Delta murmurs an excuse before leaving the premises, not able to withstand the pda. 

“You shouldn’t be out of bed,” he says sternly but softly. “I’m working on something that’ll help you in the long run, it’ll do you good to allow your body to recuperate as much as it can. Have you been sleeping alright?” 

You slump against him. Of course he’d notice how tired you were even if he couldn’t see your face. 

“...No,” you mumble. He doesn’t respond, but you feel his head moving as he looks around his workspace, seemingly looking for something. He lets out a quiet aha when he does and he brings his arms down to your shoulders to push you away. 

“I have something you can take to help you sleep. You shouldn’t feel nauseous nor dizzy when you take it as well,” Dottore says, immediately talking about the possible complications before you can even open your mouth to refuse his offer. “I tested it out myself,” he adds, lips curling into a small smile when he sees your face change from a pout to bewilderment. 

“You? The great Dottore, ex-scholar of the Akademiya, willingly taking medication to make him sleep? You never get rest, and you expect me to believe you when you talk about sleeping medication?” you say with an amused scoff. Dottore raises a brow at your teasing but doesn’t comment on it, instead he chooses to brush his pointer finger’s knuckle beneath your eyes. 

“You should believe me because I never get rest, my love,” he says fondly. “And because your dark circles are so prominent, I could probably see them from the other side of the laboratory.” he adds. You huff but lean into his touch, eyes drooping from the burst of energy catching up on your body. You hear him chuckle under his breath as he shifts his body to grab the medication in question and a syringe with a sterilized needle, preparing the equipment to administer it to you. 

“If you get an adequate amount of rest, I’ll take two days off work to take care of you properly. How does that sound?” he asks lightly, flicking the syringe to let out any air bubbles out. You look away with furrowed brows and roll your eyes, but still give him your arm. 

“Now you’re just trying to bait me,” you say, looking at him from the corner of your eyes. He shrugs, not arguing with your accusation because you were technically right. When he’s done with the syringe you feel his arms wrap around you, the warmth of his body making you sigh pleasantly. 

You can’t tell what it is that makes your body grow so incredibly tired so suddenly; if it was the medication, the strain on your body or if it was because you just felt that comfortable in Dottore’s arms, but you didn’t really care. As you felt Dottore move you to one of his couches, you reach out to grab onto his sleeve to keep him nearby. 

He complies, crouching to be at your level as you crack your eyes open to look at him. You murmur a quiet love you and shut your eyes contentedly, smiling softly once you feel his lips make contact with your forehead as you hear him clearly say I love you too back. 

[berylcups]

I don't know if you take requests like this but I'm interested in your general headcanons for La Squadra — if you have any! I like the way you portray them :)

Aw, thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoy my interpretations of everyone’s favorite blorbos! 💜

La Squadra General Head Canons

CW: blood mention, death mention, grief, alcohol, weed, transphobia, child mental abuse mention, bullying, sex work, toxic masculinity, internalized homophobia?(im gonna add it just to be safe even though it’s used as a joke by an LGBTQIA+ person…a trigger is still a trigger)

Notes: This is technically number 3 on my list but I'm submitting this one first since it got finished first! I hope this will satisfy your appetite while I continue to work on the earlier asks in order! If anyone wants a deep dive in-depth general HC list of any specific character feel free to send in an ask! 🥰excluding Melone of course... there's already one done of him!(that doesn't include other genres, yandere, romantic, etc. Mel HCs are still on the table!) Hope you all enjoy! 💜 Beryl

Risotto

1- He has PTSD and lingering symptoms of grief. This developed after his cousin died. He has conversations in his head with his dead cousin when he feels lonely or stressed.

2- The smell of blood gives him the same response as cuteness aggression. He needs to cuddle and squeeze the life out of something when he smells that iron-y goodness.

3-He's into leatherwork and knows how to skin an animal. He would help his grandparents in Sicily kill and skin the cattle. Blood and viscera are a common thing in his life.

4. He refuses to drink alcohol. He can’t stomach it knowing that it’s what caused the driver to murder his cousin. He opts for marijuana instead. It's really therapeutic for his PTSD. Formaggio, Pesci, and Melone are the best guys to smoke with. They always know how to show Ris a good time!

5- He doesn’t play favorites when it comes to his men. But only Formaggio knows how to make him laugh. He also has a soft spot for Sorbet and Gelato since they were the first men in his group. He cares for all his men equally, no exceptions.

Formaggio

1- He’s a 30 year old man who’s half Spanish and half Italian. He was born and raised in Firenze. He’s proud of his colorful family roots but he’s always going to cheer on Italy when he’s watching football!

2- Crazy cat man. This guy has five cats and they all are named after cheeses. And they are all orange cats. That grey one you saw in the bottle? You didn’t see shit. There was no grey cats being abused put into bottles. No you can’t change my mind. 😤 There’s Brie, Asiago, Colby, Fontina, and Queso.

3- always says “where’s my hug at??”. Also says “no homo” before doing anything that might be suggestive. This man is bisexual. 🤦‍♀️🤦 saying that doesn’t make it any less queer my Bi- King 👑 he’s the best hugger, 2nd is Pesci, and 3rd is Risotto.

4- This man is the hairiest in the group. He's always trimming his hair and shaving his chest and happy trail. If he doesn't shave he'll end up with a full beard and mustache, full chest of hair connected to his happy trail. The only thing he doesn't shave are his arms, pits, and legs and they are ridiculously hairy. 😬

5- Illuso is actually his best friend. Shocking? I know. They’re very competitive and sadistic hitmen. They always try to outdo each other on how gruesome and creatively they can take someone out. They both like to get drunk or high and watch football and wreck up the base.

Illuso

1- This prideful 28 year old is half Swiss German and Italian born and raised in Milano. His bad attitude came from always being compared to his younger brother. His little brother could do no wrong and Illuso always had to set a good example for him. The pressure got to him and just like Fugo he snapped but it turned bloody. His mom and younger brother are afraid of him and want nothing to do with him anymore and his father is sleeping 6 feet under.

2- He’s very sensitive and has rejection sensitivity dysphoria. As a child he was a big crybaby and his dad always scolded him to “man up” and fight back when he’s being bullied. It wasn’t until Secondary school where he started fighting back and becoming a bully himself. Now it’s all second nature to him. He puts up a façade of being an unpleasant person to hide his weaknesses.

3- He’s an avid artist who loves working with charcoal and graphite. His still lifes, landscapes, and portraits are near photorealistic. If his name didn’t give it away, he loves illustrating reflective surfaces the most. He wants his own studio where he can display his work. He doesn’t want to show off his work to others though. He’s very sensitive about his art pieces. He only does it for his own self satisfaction. He does want to be able to share this with a special someone though if he were able to find someone that he didn’t scare off.

4- He was born with Man in the Mirror. He used to use the mirror realm to hide and cry so he wouldn’t get made fun of by other kids or get yelled at by his dad for being “weak”. He obviously now uses it to store dead bodies and uses it as a safe place to attack people.

5- He was very sheltered as a child. The first time he saw masculine genitals besides his own was he went to Galleria dell’Accademia di Firenze with his parents seeing Michel Di Angelo’s David. He embarrassed them by loudly asking his father “papà why is his pìpì so tiny???” 😳

Pesci

1- He’s the youngest member at 19 years old. He’s from Sardinia.

2- Pesci has a mild form of Klippel-Feil syndrome. This doesn’t affect his self esteem. He’s actually pretty content with his body image! He just wishes he had more mobility with his neck. He does worry about passing that specific gene down to his potential children so he’s going to avoid having them. He fears his children will get bullied and not be able to develop a thick skin like he does. 😢 maybe his future s/o can help change his mind about that? 🥹

3- He’s a farm to table type of man. He fishes for his meal, cleans and debones , and cooks it to perfection. He knows how to prepare anything that lived in the water. Even the poisonous Fugu. But he doesn’t trust his skills enough to serve you that though! …unless you’re the boss. 😈

4- When he’s fed up with Prosciuttos harsh treatment, he’ll mock/impersonate him behind his back with Formaggio. 😅 his voice could use some work but he has the cadence and body language on point!

5- Coffee, tea, Cigs, energy drinks, or anything that is a stimulant will give poor Pesci the insta-shits. 💩 his tummy is DYING. Give him the entire toilet roll he’s gonna be in the bathroom allllll day. 😭 give him dairy, spicy, greasy, or anything else that’s irritating to the bowels. He can handle it like a CHAMP. Just no go-go juice.

Prosciutto

1- He’s a 26 year old Roman man. He’s a bastard child who never knew his father. He’s the oldest out of his 6 half siblings. His mother was a sex worker and a single mom so she always had to rely on her eldest Son Prosciutto to take care of his siblings. He never had a real childhood and had to grow up fast. This explains the aging nature of his stand and his stern attitude.

2- He sort of followed in his mother’s footsteps by sleeping with tourists and robbing them blind which is how he was able to get so much designer clothes and jewelry. Don’t ever bring up the part of his life before Passione, unless you have a death wish. He’s very ashamed of his past.

3- He has a hobby of winemaking and tasting. His dream is to have a villa in the countryside and have his own vineyard where he can make, drink, and sell his own wine .

4- He’ll take this secret to his grave but he has a mild phobia of taxidermy animals and embalmed corpses. Something that looks so life like yet is completely dead never to walk again really unnerves him. He doesn’t enjoy seeing things decay either. He finds it very unpleasant, but at least he’s aware that they are no longer among the living.

5- He’s a huge technophobe. Outside using his cellphone for calls and laptop for emails, he does NOT want anything to do with technology. Don’t come to his house and expect to Netflix and chill. You’re gonna gramophone and whoopie LMAO 😭. He likes old stuff because it “lasts longer “ totally not because he doesn’t know how to use anything. 🥲 he thinks video games are a waste of time and gets on the guys for playing them…they completely ignore him. 😂

Melone

I did a deep dive on this fella already click the link below to see it!⬇

Ghiaccio

1- He’s a proud 23 year old Venetian. He was born AFAB and became his authentic self as a trans man. Only Melone knows Ghiaccio before he became his authentic self. He's very supportive of him and refuses to deadname him or even speak about his life beforehand. If you mention anything about it you might get beaten up by Melone first before Ghiaccio gets a chance to scream at you. They bicker alot but they are close friends.

2- He got kicked out of multiple schools for beating the living shit out of his bullies for making fun of his nerdiness and LGBTQIA status. He eventually dropped out and joined passione.

3. He has a hobby for sports. He loves competitive swimming, hockey and ice skating the most. He wanted to go to the Olympics for it but transphobia prevented him from competing. (You can see why he might have an anger problem…)

4- Ghiaccio can see without his glasses. He just has severe astigmatism and gets headaches if he stares at the screen too long without them.

5- He has level 1 autism. He’s grumpy but sociable. He becomes awkward when you’re genuinely nice to him. He's not used to not having arguments and having an actual cordial conversation with someone. You can help him get used to that! He’s very sensitive to textures when it comes to clothes or food. Loud noises don’t bother him but certain noises do (pens clicking, fluorescent lights humming, mouth noises, high pitched whining like police or ambulance sirens, etc)

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MK S/I Interactions.

Cw: mentions of bad parents. Suggestive (sex jokes)

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>Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Liu kang: your Beauty never ceases to bring me to my knees.

Me: Even before the reset?

Liu Kang: If theres one constant that I cannot control,its how breath taking you are.

♡

Me:should I adopt the name Kalon?

Liu Kang: Whatever you choose to do,im sure you'll have no issue bringing even more Beauty to the name.

♡

Me:Hate to break pretty things

Liu Kang: Next to you I become frail as porcelain. But I dont mind falling to pieces at your feet.

♡

Me:Was Kalon loved?

Liu Kang: She was just as loved as you are. I dont Belive that there wasnt a timeline where anyone who met you didnt love you.

♡

Liu Kang: I can only imagine this Will stoke your competitive Fire.

Me:dont worry,ill kiss it better when you lose.

♡

Tomas: I dont want to hurt you

Me: Hah!. I can take it,pretty boy.

♡

Tomas: whoever loses pays for our Next date.

Me:today your Wallet is going up in smoke,dear.

♡

Me: well if it isnt the prettiest ninja ive ever did see

Tomas: oh psh...[face red]. Uhm...hi.

♡

Tomas: can we cuddle after this?

Me: all day long, smokey.

♡

Tomas:have I ever told you that I love you?

Me: every day. But I love you too,tommy.

♡

Scorpion: Fields are often times razed to ashes to make space for New crops.

Me:then maybe I wont mind if I get burnt.

♡

Scorpion: you make art out of your gift

Me:And seeing you fight is like staring at a fashion runway.

♡

Me: have I told you I like bugs?

Scorpion: [chuckle] so thats why you like me

♡

Scorpion: Will you aid me in building a New clan?

Me: with anything you need,Artistics included.

Scorpion: my dear,I trust no-one else but you in regards to our image.

♡

Scorpion: I promise you I only have eyes for you.

Me: Harumi is a beautiful woman

Scorpion: And my Friend. As much as I am fond of her,she cant compete with you against your fierceness and your Beauty.

♡

Scorpion: do you still love Bi-Han?

Me: much to my grief,yes. But know that my loyalty Will always be with you and Tomas.

♡

Kenshi: Sooo when are you free?

Me: How about right now?

♡

Kenshi: My eyes are not the prettiest now..

Me: bygone Beauty remains the same even if you can no longer behold it, kenshi.

♡

Kenshi: ive always felt my tattoos to be a source of shame

Me:Theyre art,just Like the rest of you is.

♡

Kenshi: I wish to calm your mind,your thoughts are a whirlwind...

Me:if theres somebody who can soothe me,its you.

♡

Kenshi: often times love is blind

Me: [long snort,audible smile] AWFUL!

♡

Jhonny: Youre coming on as my art director.

Me: I really did make it up into the world.

♡

Jhonny: with your skills, this movie series is going to be breath taking!

Me:You dont know how much that means to me.

♡

Jhonny: Theres my favorite nerdy film student!

Me: theres my favorite airhead director!

♡

Jhonny: How about a Poison ivy cosplay for cage-con,Rooty?

Me: Only if youre my Harley Quinn.

♡

Jhonny: you are a work of art!

Me: what are you waiting to pin me to your wall,then?

♡

Raiden: Lightning always looks for the ground. In that same way,youre the only one that can soothe me

Me: thats adorable,but you can say you just want a hug.

♡

Raiden: when I met you,I really felt what thunder was. My heart wouldnt stop beating.

Me: I hope I didnt bust your eardrums,then.

♡

Raiden: Madame Bo has taken a liking to you

Me: we're going to be such a chaotic duo.

♡

Me: ive got sunshine in my pocket,but I wouldnt mind a little storm.

Raiden: [loving eyeroll] cheeesy!

♡

Raiden: would you like to walk through the gardens after this?

Me: I would love to,honey.

♡

Raiden: just when I needed some sunshine

Me: what has your mood all stormy? What can i do to help?

♡

Syzoth: Do you love all animals?

Me: Specially reptiles.

♡

Syzoth: I feel this odd pull towards you...couldnt it be your powers?

Me:whatever it is, come to me.

Syzoth: [smiles] yes ma'am..

♡

Syzoth: Would you still love me in my reptile form?

Me: babe,I'd still love you even if you were a worm!

♡

Syzoth: your warmth makes me happy

Me: like a gecko under sunlight!

♡

Me: [dragon tail wagging]I'd tease you because your tail is wagging, but im in no better spot.

Syzoth: Heh, I find that adorable.

♡

Bi-Han: my love...I am so sorry

Me: there is an exception for better late than never,Bi-Han. And its you.

♡

Bi-Han: I never meant to kill the fields of your flowers with my winter,my love.

Me: pretty little things Wilt away...

(Reference for the song "Pretty little things" by the crane wives)

♡

Bi-Han: there isnt a day where I dont miss you,my bed feels so cold without you.

Me:youve condemned yourself to eternal winter,Now suffer.

♡

Bi-Han: be honest,do you still love me?

Me: I do,but ive long since seldomed the habit of not doing whats best for me.

♡

Bi-Han: When Will be the day I can bask in your light once again?

Me:when you repent for your crimes and betrayal.

♡

Me: the way you treated tomas was disgusting. My siblings and I arent full blooded and I still adore them. As a fellow older sibling,im dissappointed in you

Bi-Han: [gaze lowers,under his breath] your Dissapointment Hurts me more than any heartbreak.

♡

Kung Lao: youre as beautiful and fierce as mother nature

Me:where do you think she learnt it from?

♡

Kung Lao: [Teasing] youre always so grounded! Live a little.

Me: [teasing] and youve always got your head full of air!

♡

Me:is that a lawnmower on your head?

Kung Lao: thats not funny!

♡

Kung lao: shes Beauty,theyre Grace

Me: shes gonna punch you in the face.

♡

Kung Lao: Dinner at Madame Bo's?

Me: Whoever loses foots the Bill.

♡

Kung Lao: you warned me about Suchinko, and still you didnt say "I told you so" when the everything happened.

Me: I bit it back for the sake of your morale.

♡

Kitana: No hard feelings,Kalon.

Me: [Laughs] raiden has already shown me hes got eyes only for me. Youre good,Princess.

♡

Kitana: If im not mistaken, Punk is often anti-monarchy.

Me: Luckily for Outworld,Mileena is doing an excellent job as Empress.

♡

Kitana: An earthrealmer and an Outworld princess? Scandalous!

Me: c'mon,live a little. I know the perfect spot for a date

♡

Me:You blow me away,Princess.

Kitana: and my love for you has bloomed into a beautiful garden.

♡

Kitana: you've met Outworld,but ive never met Argentina.

Me: oh,you'll love it.

♡

Mileena: I find myself in need of your expertise in plants. The gardens in the Palace look...dull

Me:count me in,empress.

♡

Mileena: I am so,so sorry for blinding Kenshi.

Me: he holds no ill Will,and so do I.

♡

Mileena: [endeared]Syzoth is distracted,i believe hes always thinking about you.

Me: seems I took root within his mind,apologies.

♡

Shang Tsung: is there a timeline where we can be together?

Me: if you abandon your evil ways,it could be this one.

♡

Shang Tsung: I love you,that fact is not a deceit.

Me:Actions speak louder than words.

♡

Shang Tsung: just this once,lets sneak off together.

Me:if you win this fight,we Will.

♡

Shang Tsung: Ah,the owner of my heart. My beautiful lotus, you bless me with your presence.

Me: hah, flirt.

♡

Me:youre so lucky youre pretty...

Shang Tsung: [with a smile] considering myself lucky.

♡

Sindel: your powers are most peculiar,how do they work?

Me: honestly? No clue.

♡

Sindel: I was sure you were going to kill Jhonny during your stay at the Palace.

Me:as Someone who was raised right,that boy lacks manners.

♡

Sindel:out of all the champions,you and Liu Kang are most alike. Respectful,well mannered...

Me: so the guys did that bad of an impression huh?

♡

Me: you dare touch a single hair on Bi-Han's head ...

Havik: he came to us willingly.

♡

Me: you are disturbing to see

Havik: this is the fault of your beloved scorpion.

♡

Me: listen here,you parasite,you dare feed on tomas again and ill rip off your teeth one by one.

Nitara: feisty...

♡

Me:rat with wings...

Nitara: houseplant..

♡

[Mirror]

"In your timeline do you also have shit parents?"

"Ive yet to find one where we dont"

♡

"Do you have a cat in your timeline?"

"I have a poodle,actually"

♡

"Oookkay,this is going to change my self worth"

"I dont like this either"

♡

"Are we always destined to be pariahs?"

"Love always finds us, I promise"

♡

(If using the shang Tsung timeline! Cosmetic)

"Im glad that at least in one of the timelines,he And I can be together"

"Its complicated, but we manage"

"All those scars..."

"Shang Tsung didnt inflict them on me,theyre all battle scars. He doesnt dare hurt me".

♡

Kabal: sooo should I worry about any of the guys youve met in China?

Me:Youre my most special one,Kabal.

♡

Kabal: I always thought you'd fist fight god if you met him.

Me: sadly for me,god's hot.

♡

Kabal: home didnt feel the same without you. Ive missed you

Me:im home how,im not leaving any time soon.

♡

Me:erron told me you were unconsolable in my absence.

Kabal: [flustered]that yeeeyee Snitch...

♡

Kabal: youre working with Cage in his New movie?!

Me: isnt that fun?!

Kabal: I want front row seats. If the movies are a bust its his fault,im a firm believer in that!

♡

Kabal: sooo are you taking me to the opening gala?

Me: get yourself a suit,Youre coming with me. Oh! And It better have plants in the theme!

[beigehearts]

Yandere adult trio: college AU These are drabbles for when they lose their mind and kill the people around you... and kidnaps you

These are going to be a little longer than usual but I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it (also im trying out the beta version of the new posting system so lemme know if anything is weird)

Sorry this took me forever bro

CW: murder, blood, physical abuse, alcohol

Hisoka

It's getting quite annoying to be completely honest. He just won't leave you alone, constantly flirting and making passes at you. And yet at the same time he makes fun of you and is actually very mean. It wasn't so bad in the beginning but this is just getting out of hand. You made sure he was aware of this. ---- He's looming over you as he corners you against the wall. You refuse to look up at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

While you aren't looking at him, you can feel him looking at you. You already know he has that annoying grin on his face that makes you want to punch him square in the nose.

He brushes his long fingers against your face, making a quiet humming noise. "Are you ready to give up my pet?"

You ignore his words and slap his hand away from your face. "I need to get to class, move Hisoka."

He frowns though you aren't looking at his face. He opens his mouth to say something when someone from behind him calls out to you. "Hey y/n! Are you okay?"

She walks towards you but before she can get involved you shove the man away and huff. What a nuisance. You turn towards him once you're standing next to your friend and glare at him.

"Leave me alone. It's annoying and it's scaring people. Got it?" Before he can respond you turn on your heels and drag your friend down the hall by her wrist just hoping to put distance between the two of you. ---- You're pretty sure you made it clear that you don't want him near you anymore. But by now you know he doesn't give up so easily. One can only hope that he gets bored of you and finds someone else to bother.

You and your friends went out for brunch earlier, and all was well until Chelsea handed you something. She said that she found it in her bag but it was addressed to you, so you put it in your own bag.

You pour yourself a rum and coke and make yourself comfortable on the couch of your shared apartment. All of your roommates went out for drinks but you were too tired to go out.

After taking a sip of the sweet liquid in your glass, you examine the letter you were given earlier. It's a typical white envelope with your name written in pen. There's no address on it or return address so you assume it was just supposed to be handed to you.

You rip open the letter with your finger and pull out the singular loose leaf paper. It's folded in three sections so you pull it open. The handwriting is messy but in an aesthetic sort of way.

Dear y/n, I strongly suggest that you go to class 406B in the technical building tonight. Don't be late or you'll miss the whole party. 10:45 pm - see you then. I almost forgot, if you don't come I have some revealing pictures of you that I can share with anyone I wish to. XOXO

This is the strangest letter you've ever received. It's probably a prank by one of your roommates or friends. You've never sent nudes to anyone so obviously they're bluffing.

Though perhaps you should entertain your friends and go. Who knows, maybe there will be drinks. But you are tired... Maybe you'll just go to bed. You peek over to the time on your phone, it's 9:12 pm. Yeah, you'll just go to bed after you finish your drink.

'bzz' 'bzzz'

Who is texting you so late at night? You sit up and realize you fell asleep on the couch. You wipe the drool off of your face and grab your phone with distain for whoever woke you up.

It's a blocked number.

ur late

Late? Late for what? Your phone displays the time, 11:27 pm. Are your friends really this committed to their prank? They must be trying to get Tik Tok famous or some shit. Well you're awake now, you might as well head over there.

----

The moment you step into the building something seems off. If all of the lights including the emergency lights wasn't enough, the ground seems sticky. Though you can't bring yourself to use your phone flash light to see what it is.

Eventually you find the room 406B in the darkness. The door is closed and no lights are on in the room. It seems as if no one is inside. As you reach for the handle of the door, you notice something on the window of the door. You can barely make it out, but there's what looks like a hand print. You chuckle, this must be a prank.

Now feeling a little better, you open the door and step inside. It's too dark to see anything but you can make out some figures in the dark. It must be your friends thinking they're being sneaky.

You roll your eyes and look for the light switch, finding it and switching it on. You squint at the sudden light, and your eyes begin to focus. Which you wish they never did.

There is blood everywhere, on the ceiling, the windows, the floor, the tables... But that's not the most jarring part. Your friends are sitting in chairs, one of them sitting on the ground against the wall.

There is your friend Chelsea, sitting in a chair with her head tipped down. You can't even tell what color her clothes originally were, they're covered in red, a dark dark red. Next to her is Derick, he's sitting the same way except his head is tipped backwards. His eyes are wide and his face is left in permanent horror- expressing the brutality of his end. You can't bare to look anymore, you drop to your knees and cover your face with your hands.

You scream and scream until your voice is hoarse and throat is raw. You're left coughing while you are drowned by your own tears.

"Are you ready to give up yet?" A deep voice asks from in front of you.

You can't stop the flow of tears as you look up at this monster. He's also covered in blood, and some is splattered on his face. He wipes a thumb across his face in the blood, and brings it to his lips. Sobs rack your body, you can't even make sense of this.

Hisoka squats down so you're face to face and grips your jaw bone tightly in his hand. You can feel the now cold substance being rubbed against your jaw by his fingers and it makes you want to puke.

"I got tired of waiting for you." His grin is nauseating, forcing you to stop yourself from puking.

His nails dig into your skin, mixing your own blood with that of your friend's. He brings his face close to yours and in a gentle but menacing tone he croaks, "Let's stop this childish game, alright y/n?"

Illumi

It's easy to miss things when you're caught up with the rush of classes and friends and love. All of the parties and hangovers are enough to satisfy your needs for entertainment and drama in this boring life. If you didn't fill up your daily life with these acts, you would probably sleep every day away until you fell into a coma.

To put it short, you're a busy body. And busy bodies don't have time to stop and look around at what is happening. For example, how were you to notice the key under your doormat was missing, or how your dresser drawers were left slightly open when you know you closed them before leaving. Noticing these small things are definitely not on your agenda.

It's 10 am, Saturday, and you don't have any classes or work today. You're sitting at the kitchen bar, drinking coffee and chatting with your roommate. It isn't often that you have a free day, and sometimes it is nice to have even if you want to get moving. The sun is peeking through the curtains and the aroma of espresso beans is a delight. It's a bit chilly so you have a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. What a peaceful morn-

'BANG BANG'

Your roommate eyes you when someone bangs on the front door, already knowing the events that are about to take place. She rolls her eyes and stomps up the stairs to her room, not wanting to get involved. You always feel bad that your roommates have to listen to this but you're really not sure how to end it.

You take your last peaceful sip of coffee and call out, "Come in!"

Before you can even finish your sentence, he storms inside and slams the door behind him. Your boyfriend of course is mad about something you've done. He trudges towards you and moves the stool next to you out of the way, and leans towards you so his face is next to yours.

"Are you kidding me y/n?!" He yells in your ear, but you don't flinch because you're used to this.

He rips his phone from his pocket and shoves it in your face after pulling up a screenshot. It's a conversation between you and his friend.

"Can't you learn to shut your damn mouth? This is our business and you have no right to tell anyone about it!" He's practically seething with rage.

You take a last sip of coffee and set your mug down on the counter. You continue facing forward and not facing him. "It's not our business, it's yours. And I asked him if it was true that you were cheating on me." You turn your head towards him while grimacing and mutter, "Again."

Ah but you've just lighted a bomb with your words.

His face has gone red and he looks like he's about to explode. You begin wondering why you were ever attracted to him.

"Maybe if you weren't such a prude! I can't even kiss my girlfriend whenever I want, it's ridiculous. You know full well that you're so... so... Ugh! You know what? Fuck you!"

As quickly as he came, he runs out of the house, slamming the door once again.

You whisper to yourself, "Fuck you too."

God he's such a child, you don't even want to be with him anymore. But every time you decide to break up with him he suddenly becomes Mr.Perfect. "I'm so sorry." "I love you." "Let me make it up to you." And then he does make it up to you only to tear down all of his hard work.

----

It's been a few days since your big fight with your boyfriend. He hasn't talked to you at all but this isn't uncommon for him. You promised your roommates that you would break up with him, not just for yourself but for the sake of their peace and quiet.

You texted him a few times while you were at work but he left you on read. He's so petty. So you text him one last time.

Come 2 my place at 8 tonight, We need to talk

He answers immediately which surprises you.

Can't, flat tire Come to my place

It doesn't make a difference to you where it is so that's fine. You wonder if maybe he's come to terms with the fact this needs to end. Hopefully so. If there's one thing you want him to be mature about, it's this.

Your shift ends at 6:30pm. You drive home, shower, get dressed, eat something and get ready to leave.

You send one last text,

OMW

It's read immediately but there's no response. Well, it's not like you expected much from him anyway. You drive to his house at 7:45 pm, and arrive around 7:58 pm. All of the lights in his town house are on. He's a few years older than you so he has his own house due to somehow being able to hold down a job. With his anger issues it's hard to believe that he can hold onto anything. Damn, he really is an unattractive person isn't he?

You step out of your car and lock it. Now that you're out of the car you realize that it's very quiet. This is unusual for when you go to his house, normally you can hear music or the sound affects of a shitty video game. But it's silent. Maybe he's waiting for you? He must be taking this well.

You step up the creaky stairs of the house, and knock on the equally as creaky door. No response. Maybe he's sleeping? You peek into the mail box and take out the extra key for the house from it. But when you go to unlock the door, it's already unlocked. This is becoming very strange.

You push open the door and peer into the dark living room. It's not too dark that you can't make out the furniture in the darkness. You step inside and shut the door behind you, it's still quiet. Not quiet, absolutely and undeniably silent. You flick the light on and look around again, nothing seems out of place. It's messy, with empty beer cans and bottles on the ground per usual. The stains on his carpet remain untouched, including the vomit stain in the corner.

"Jay?" You call out into the still atmosphere. Nothing. Is he not home? That can't be, his car is in the driveway.

The sound of his old floor boards being stepped on echoes through the house. What the hell is he trying to pull? You look up the stairs, but it's only darker up there than it was down here. He must be drunk.

Each step you take up the stairs, your heart begins to pound faster. Something feels off, this doesn't feel right. This isn't like your boyfriend, he's simple, he wouldn't try scaring you like this. On the top step, you feel your shoe touch something soft. You lean down and pick it up, and raise it up to your face. A pair of thongs that definitely aren't yours. So that's what's happening. He couldn't even pull himself together for one night.

Your pounding heart is no longer caused by fear but anger. He's cheated too many times to count on your hands, but this time makes you angrier than you've ever been. He's never been in bed with another woman knowing that you were coming over. This is fucking ridiculous.

You stomp towards his room and kick the door open. It's dark but you can tell that there are two people in bed. Your vision has gone red, you've never been this angry in your life.

You don't bother turning the lights on, you storm over to his side of the bed and rip the covers off. Just barely you can make out a woman sleeping next to him. You grab his shoulder tightly and shake him violently to wake him up.

"Get the fuck up Jay! Get! Up!" He doesn't respond, you lean down and yell in his ear like he always does to you. "You're such a childish piece of shit!"

He still doesn't move or speak, for fuck's sake. You stomp back to the entrance of the room and flick on the light. You turn around and begin walking back towards the bed, when you're stopped in your tracks.

Everything is red, but it's not your vision anymore. The bed has been dyed red, and his naked body is covered in it. Your mouths falls open but no screams come out. The woman next to him is splayed out on the bed, naked as well. Covered in red. You look down at the hands that touched your boyfriend, they're also red.

You rush over to the bed and shake your boyfriend again.

"Jay? Jay! Can you hear me?" You put your ear to his chest but you don't hear anything. You put your finger under his nose but don't feel anything.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up! This isn't funny!" Tears stream down your face as you pull him to your chest, cradling him.

Your sobs make it hard to speak and your chest begins to hurt. "J-... Jay... This- isn't-" You gasp between each word, "Funny..."

It's only when you hear a noise coming from behind you that you stop to think about what's going on. It doesn't matter to you though, they could kill you too if they wished.

"People are strange." You turn your head to see where the voice is coming from.

It's someone you don't recognize, he's tall, pale, has long hair, and hypnotizing eyes. Your sobs cease for a moment and you hug your boyfriend tighter to you.

"All of that fighting... You were even coming here to break up with him and yet... You're sad that he's gone?" He makes his way towards you slowly, "I've done you a favor, haven't I?"

He looms over you but all you can do is stand there, frozen by fear.

The man grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you violently from Jay. You try to run back to him, but the man pulls you to him, hugging you tightly. No matter how much you flail in his grasp you can't get away from him. You're left sobbing into his shirt, your body limp in his arms.

"Why?" You manage to whisper.

He holds you to him with one arm and pets your hair with his other hand. "You were miserable. He was making you miserable."

He sighs and kisses the top of your head. What is going on?

"Come on, don't waste your energy on human garbage. I'm here, so it's fine." He states it so 'matter of fact'.

"Who?" Is all you can ask, unable to finish your question.

"I guess I haven't introduced myself yet. Illumi is my name." With ease, he grabs you by your shoulders and lifts your face up to his. "Your future husband."

Chrollo

What more could you ask for? You already have easy college classes, fun parties, a good part time job, great friends, and an amazing best friend. Tonight you're going to hang out with a bunch of friends and have drinks at one of their apartments. It's a pretty normal Thursday night, nothing odd about it.

You're waiting for your best friend to pick you up, he's always there to pick you up on the dot. If he doesn't come early that is. You shove all the essentials into your bag and hear a honk outside. Must be him.

But of course you're always tardy. You lace up your shoes and run out of the dorm room, tripping out of the building. He's watching as you stumble towards the car since one of your shoes is already unlaced. When you finally flop down in the passenger seat he shakes his head with a knowing smile.

"Oh y/n, will you ever be organized?" He asks with amusement.

You click your tongue and straighten out your clothes, "Don't ask such stupid questions."

He turns his body towards you as much as possible and pats his lap. You instinctively know what that means. You hike your foot up above the console and put your foot on his lap. He begins tying your shoe, his smile is unmoving. He's always smiling.

"Chrollo, you don't need to baby me." You roll your eyes and groan.

He laughs and pats your leg, signaling that he's done. "If not me then who?"

You swing your leg back over to your side and buckle up. The two of you hang out a lot. Since you're both going to the hangout tonight, you decided to car pool. But first you're going to go get the alcohol. Everyone has to bring something for everyone, that way you guys can get wasted with no qualms.

You plug your phone into the aux and play your shared playlist. The first song that comes on is "The Cult of Dionysus" by The Orion Experience. Something that he added.

Finally you feel like you can relax, it always feels that way around Chrollo. His presence is just, comforting, in every way. You feel like you can do anything, say anything, ask for anything. He's always there for you with no exceptions and honestly you think you may have feelings for him. But it's a question of are you confusing comfort and friendly affection for romanticism. It's just that he's so perfect, he doesn't have a single flaw. Not one that you've ever seen at least. You probably never will see one of his flaws.

You sink into the seat and sigh.

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, but quickly looks back at the road. "What's the matter?"

"Oh nothing... Just, everything is good."

He knows you better than anyone, so it's an obvious lie when you say this. "But what?"

Anytime he calls you out, you surrender and tell him everything. "Everything is so great you know." He nods with your statement. "I go to a good school, have good friends, have a good job." This has been on your mind for quite some time.

"Something is missing, you know? The excitement, the... the..." You chuckle and turn towards him and put up jazz hands, "The pizzazz!"

He doesn't turn to look at you but you know he saw you when his smile widens. "I get that. Maybe you just need to step outside of your comfort zone. Do something different."

Do something different? Yeah, maybe that is what you need.

----

All eleven of you are sitting in a circle on the ground, drinking and playing never have I ever. You take a long drink of your Mike's hard lemonade, which is just something to get the night going.

Dina wipes hair from her face and smiles, "Okay okay my turn. So never have I ever.... Uhh." She pops up when she thinks of something, "Never have I ever jumped out of a window."

DJ leans forward and raises an eyebrow, "Okay what kind of window we talking? High up? First floor?"

Dina answers, "Any kind, any kind of window." The majority of you put a finger down which makes the group burst out in laughter.

Your friend Zoey finishes off her bottle and slams it down on the floor. "Let's play something else."

"Like what?" One of your friends ask.

Zoey thinks for a moment, "Like... Truth or dare, spin the bottle. Or maybe eleven minutes in heaven."

Dj interjects, "I think it's seven minutes in heaven, not eleven."

"Oh whatever DJ, they rhyme." Zoey spits back.

Lex answers, "Let's play seven minutes in heaven!"

Of course DJ huffs and rolls his eyes, "What are we? Middle schoolers?"

Guac (which is his nickname) speaks up, "Oh come on, are you shy DJ?"

Finally the quiet Chrollo sitting next to you says something, "I'm not really interested. Right y/n?" He looks at you to back him up.

The group coos at the two of you and someone says, "We get it, you got something going on. The game is just for fun, don't be so serious Chrollo."

Chrollo opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off, "Hey, you told me to do something different. Maybe this is the first step."

His face shows betrayal and you feel a squeeze in your heart.

He stands up and glares at the group, "Whatever." He storms out of the apartment, and everyone mumbles to each other. Chrollo has never acted like this so this is quite a shock to everyone.

In order not to kill the mood you speak up, "Alright, let's pull names out of a hat!"

All of you write down your names on a small piece of paper and put it in a baseball cap. Dina pulls two names out of the hat and of course makes it a dramatic event.

"Alright so first we have the most lovely of people..." She looks at the group like a teacher waiting for an answer from her class. "Gracie!" Everyone claps and she stands up in front of all of you, taking a bow.

Dina pats her thighs rapidly, "Drum roll please!" Everyone obeys her, "The next hot piece of ass is y/n!"

You stand up and curtsey, taking Gracie's hand and leading her to the closet. Dina stands in front of the closet once both of you are inside and grins, "Timer starts now kids." She shuts the door on you two and all of your friends cheer from outside.

Here comes the awkward part. It's too dark to see her expression but you already know she's blushing.

You lean towards her and in a low voice so no one else can hear say, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

She shakes her head, and you brush a hand through her dark coils. The both of you giggle when your finger gets stuck in her hair. She leans in for a kiss, but before your lips meet you're interrupted.

The front door is opened and slammed shut, you hear the lock click as well.

"Hey Chrollo, you feeling better?" "What are you doing?" "Holy shit, please, what are you doing?!" "Are you fucking crazy? This isn't funny!"

Something slams against the closet door and Gracie yelps.

"Whoa whoa, we can work something out." They sound desperate "Back up!" You hear a loud thump and then screams. "Grab him guys!" It sounds like people are running around, but soon the screams become not those of only fear but of pain. There are gargled pleas and pathetic whimpers for mercy.

You and Gracie hold each other, gripping onto one another for dear life.

Soon the screams, pleas, thuds, gurgling, all of it ends. The apartment goes quiet and you try to silence your heavy breathing.

There's a loud thud right in front of the closet and then the doors are opened abruptly. There Chrollo is, covered in blood, and you can see the bodies of your friends behind him. Before you can react, he pulls Gracie away from you, slams the doors closed and there's another thud.

Gracie's screams are blood curdling, screeches and cries for help. You try to open the doors but something is blocking it, keeping them closed. As her screams get louder you throw yourself against the doors, trying to push whatever is there out of the way.

Before you can even imagine of getting out, the screams fade out into whimpers, and into nothing.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

You're given no time to think when the doors fly open and you're face to face with Chrollo. He's blocking out the light and his usually neat clothes are crumpled and bloody. You look down to his hands, a sledge hammer hangs from his fingers, dripping with your friend's blood.

"Ch-Chrollo... Please don't." You whisper.

The sledge hammer drops to the ground and he wraps his arms around you gently. "Oh y/n. I would never hurt you."

He's so gentle with you, so gentle. It almost makes you forget what just happened, because he feels like home. "Why? Why did you do this?"

He steps back and grabs your shoulders, he leans down so he's eye to eye with you. "They crossed a line, a line that should not be crossed."

You begin to speak but he grabs your cheeks with one hand and dawns his usual smile, "You don't need them. You have me." He kisses your squished lips as if it were normal. "Right y/n?"

Slowly you nod, you don't need them. If Chrollo says it, it must be true.

"Good girl."

[sideblogformindtrash]

For the command thing:

Im sorry for asking this but can Dave (Orfeu’s social worker) be Bullets caretaker? Is just a suggestion; i know you’ve got enough characters but i feel like he really was a good person and really wanted to help.

Obviously ignore this ask if you don’t want to write it, like i said is just a suggestion.

PD: your work is lovely and all your characters are charming, sometimes them feel so real !!!

adsfghgyjuijghnfbd I’ll give it a try. As for Dave: No he wasn't poorly intentioned. He wanted to help. He was inexperienced and had a bad case of ‘I know better than thee’ at the time, but also, Orfeu was a really difficult kid. He didn’t exactly collaborate.

Aaaaaaand now i have this idea of like, Dave working with his kids and bringing Bullet along and Bullet being super kind and sweet to the kids and protective and sometimes, goes to them to court auditions when they need to speak up and trials so they feel safer cause they have this big, strong scary fighting dog there to protect them <3

CW: pet whump; muzzle; clueless caretaker; implied past abuse; fight dog; auction; human trafficking;

...He brought them home.

He wasn’t even sure what he was going to do, but… the pet had been screaming, non-stop, at the auction, that they ‘couldn’t do this anymore, didn’t want to fight anymore’. It had been too long.

Dave was unsure, but it was too late to be unsure now. He had put on an offering, and won the bid. By this point, he had helped many people. A lot of them had come from terrible situations. Some of them were fighting addiction, some were angry and violent, and one of them had probably been literally the spawn of Satan.

But all of them were kids, and none of them were pets. He had never worked with a full grown adult, let alone one that had gone through pet training. Fight, pet training, which meant there was a good chance Bullet was aggressive.

That’s why he had opted for keeping the muzzle on while they went home, as much as he hated it. But now, they were safe, and he wouldn’t possibly bite anyone other than maybe Dave himself, so it was a good time to get rid of it.

He half expected Bullet to attack him, as he reached behind their head and unbuckled the muzzle, but they didn’t. They just stared at Dave with cold, distant eyes, and let him take the muzzle off.

“Hello, there” He tried, the pet just kept staring, with cold eyes “...Hm… You can call me Dave”

“...Hi, Master Dave”

“No… Just… Just Dave is fine” he was starting to feel unnerved. The pet just nodded, as the silent stare lingered “Hm, can I make you some tea?”

“If it pleases you Master”

...He made a cup of tea for each of them. The pet’s eyes glued on him made him nervous, as he worked around the small kitchen. The silence on which they drank was worse.

Finally, the pet placed the cup on the table, annoyed with the lack of instructions.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Master Dave… What is the training routine?”

“...Training- Oh” Dave figured he hadn't really explained anything. Maybe it was his fault the pet was so quiet “...There isn’t one”

“...So… I’m free to make it myself?”

“No. You… You said you didn’t want to fight anymore. So… So I got you, so you won’t have to”

“Since when does anything a pet wants matter?”

“It… matters to me”

Bullet stared at the empty cup, a neutral expression on their face, Dave couldn’t tell what they were thinking.

“I don’t know how to do anything else. I can only fight, other than that… I’m useless”

Dave nodded, and tried to offer a smile. The pet didn’t smile back. In fact, they flinched, nearly imperceptible… But Dave was good at seeing those small signs.

“I doubt that. We just need to figure out what you’d really want to do”

“...What I want is irrelevant”

“Not to me, no” He got up, placing the empty cups on the sink “I figure you must be tired. Would you like to take a nap, while I prepare dinner?”

...The pet shrugged, following Dave to the spare bedroom. Dave figured the best, for now, was to just give Bullet some space.

[ruffiorocks]

Why can’t Kara be gay??

Soo, once again the CW has posted a video on Instagram and Twitter and of course the comments are full of arguments again. Feel free to ignore, but i need to address a few of the silly ‘points’ being made. 

Why is the idea of Kara being LGBT+ such an issue? I literally just saw someone say that:

“Kara and Lena cant be gay because they have been straight since the series started”. 

Erm.. well by that logic Alex shouldn't be allowed to be gay either, since she was straight for all of season 1. Oh and dont give me that whole ‘well that was season one, and its different writers and another network now!” Because your next defense (in regards to Kara) is that its never happened in the comics (save that one) so it can NEVER happen! 

I think people are forgetting that these are FICTIONAL characters, you can literally do anything you want with them, because they aren’t real! 

Someone is saying that Kara cant be gay because Alex already is and that wouldn't be realistic. Yes... because didn’t you know? LGBT+ are limited to ONE per family!! Don’t be greedy, its not realistic for a family to have TWO gay or bi people in it! 

Someone mentioned that in one of the Comics Kara has been gay and dated Lois Lane, so it isnt an entirely untouched upon idea. 

But no! This is not allowed! Apparently because this comic isnt ‘canon’ to some people it isnt allowed to be used as a precedent. Kara isnt gay in the comics they read so the show cant do it! 

erm.... OK, but by that logic should Alex even be allowed to exist at all? Alex doesn't exist in the comics. Also im not a comic reader, but im pretty sure that the Mon El made for the TV show was vastly different to the comic book Mon El/Valor/Lar Grand, character and origin story. 

Im pretty sure Kara isnt a reporter for Cat Co in the comics, there are a lot of new things done for the show. 

But that’s the thing!! The writers can change up the show as much as they want. They dont have to follow the comics, originality is allowed. 

The only time anyone seems to take issue with something being different is when Kara or Lena are suggested to be gay or bi, or even ACE. Hiding behind the ‘Kara has NEVER been gay (etc) as the excuse is just tiresome, you dont want her to be gay, just say it. Id have more respect for you if you just say what you are actually thinking. 

People act like women who have only dated men arent allowed to explore their sexuality. Its like ‘NO! You made your choice, you had sex with man, henceforth YOU are straight! No you are NEVER allowed to explore your sexuality ever again, you made your choice and now you have to live with it. 

me *looks at Alex Danvers* pretty sure Alex would disagree with you. 

haters “Kara told Winn she WASNT gay!” *Congratulates themselves on apparently winning this debate*

Me “erm... . Didnt Alex tell Maggie the same thing??” also me “Kara’s sexuality wasnt the topic of conversation on the roof with Winn, pretty sure she was too preoccupied with coming out as an alien to think much about her sexuality. Plus “Not gay” doesn't mean “Not into women”. Im not gay, but i do date women, there is a word for this.......its OK ill wait while you catch up!”

Lastly Super corp isnt a ‘non existent ship’ the ship exists, if it didn't we wouldn't be able to talk about it. I think what you were trying to say was ‘non canon ship’ I genuinely think that if the show runners and the cast truly hated Supercorp the cast wouldn't talk about it at all. It would be a taboo subject and cast members (Katie) doesnt take issue with it. 

So anyway there is actually no legitimate reason that Kara or Lena can’t be gay or bi or etc. It probably wont happen, but shouting your hate at innocent people just makes you look like the douche bag, actually no, it does make you the douche bag. 

Peace 

(as always hate and bad language will be deleted) 

[traumabrained]

(cw: possible emotional abuse?) so hello, sorry to bother you, but this has been bothering me for some time now. when I was younger, my mom used to shout/aggressively say things about me not socializing enough and not having friends. she's often threatened to send me away to catholic school/juvie for things that i don't remember, and i think she's threatened to chop off my hand but that might not be true? (1/7)

she's also threatened to send me to mental institutions because i was "crazy and not normal." after i broke down and cried when i was 11, she sent me to therapy then got mad that i didn't recover fast enough (i kinda understand though it's expensive). i also remember being hit a few times but i don't think it was abuse just cultural differences (im asian). i don't think she wants to hurt me. (2/7)

i think i might have provoked her and kinda deserved it and after a majority of these incidences she was usually very sorry and either offered to let me hit her back to even the score or something or bought me things as an apology. (3/7)

all of this mostly stopped, i think, after a particularly large incident that involved me snapping and i think that scared her. but i feel that im acting like a spoiled sheltered brat because she does so much for me and im worried that im exaggerating or being too sensitive. i don't know if i love her it feels so awful to say that but i don't even think i want to. is this abuse? i don't know if i can call it that as it doesn't seem severe enough. (4/7)

this next part is going to sound completely crazy and i feel like a freak. i don't think i have ptsd or anything like that, but i feel like a toddler trapped in an adult body. i feel like in the present i think about incidents happening not necessarily to me, but an alternate version of me or a completely different person. (5/7)

whenever the actually incident or a situation that i created in my head would happen i retreat to sort of a fantasy world, where im either myself or another person, usually a child or an adult body with a child-like mind. (6/7)

i create one or two adult figures, always male, and they can be the same people over a certain period of time, who are kind of like a alternate family where they're both super loving and sweet. usually in these imaginary incidences they're cradling and trying to comfort me. is there a name for this? (7/7)

to answer your first question, this is absolutely abuse. regardless of your culture, and regardless of whether she “offers to let you hit her to even the score”, she is abusing you. there’s no excuse for hitting a child--they are defenseless. they can do absolutely nothing to prevent it or to fight back. most of the time they didnt even know better than to do whatever they are being punished for. and even if you did take your mom up on the offer and hit her back--that doesn’t nullify the abuse. she still hit you. she still has power over you. if anything, it’s a guilt trip tactic so you feel bad about what she did. 

and it doesn’t matter how much she looks like she regrets it. it still happened. she isnt doing jack shit to stop herself from doing it again.

and additionally--you didn’t deserve any of what she did. if a child is acting out, they’re doing it because something is wrong, and the only solution to that is to help them fix the problem. nothing else. even something as little as putting your kid in “time out” because they’re hyperactive or something is not the solution. that doesn’t help anyone but you. so your mom hitting you, threatening to maim you, or threatening to send you to mental hospitals or catholic school--none of it was deserved, and none of it was justified.

and honestly: i dont love my mother either. she is a horrible, manipulative woman. she doesn’t care about me, and she doesn’t care about my wellbeing. i have a hard time hating people, especially my own mother, but i sure as shit don’t love her. and you don’t have to love your family either. love and respect have to be earned and freely given, or else they mean nothing.

now on to mental part. as you are (presumably) aware, im not a professional, im just an 18 year old with a lot of personal experience and stuff i looked up and i give advice, not diagnoses. that being said, (and this is a suggestion based on what you’ve said, and nothing more) it sounds like a fun combination of:

1) maladaptive daydreaming--this is like normal daydreaming but x1000. it’s often involuntary (though not always) and tends to replace human interaction. people who maladaptively daydream sometimes have “inner worlds” (essentially, a reality inside your head that you visit often. it’s usually populated with people who you might form relationships with, etc.) or else a variety of places they go. im gonna direct you to the wikipedia page on it (honestly it looks pretty damn accurate to me, but i recommend you read a lot of pages about it, if you think it might fit what’s going on with you): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maladaptive_daydreaming

and then potentially either of these things:

a) DID--disassociative identity disorder. not sure i spelled that right, sorry. im getting a pretty bad headache right now so im gonna keep this short but here’s an explanation: http://www.healthyplace.com/abuse/dissociative-identity-disorder/dissociative-identity-disorder-did-signs-and-symptoms/ and to add onto this, people with DID (such as myself, actually) might have alters (basically additional personalities) that replace the original (i.e. the original personality that was in the body). for example: the original personality in our body has either gone to sleep for like 3 years, or else just straight up left. and so events that occurred when the body was younger don’t feel like they happened to me, or any of the other alters. there are six people in our body (right now youre talking to kasparov with ciardha butting in a lot). we’re all different ages, from 19 to 8.  it’s possible to have far more alters, and its also possible to have just one. basically what im suggesting here is that maybe a system (a body with more than one personality) was formed during a traumatic event, and you are the alter who is a child, and that the original is either dormant, or left. now im definitely not saying you have this. but i recommend that you look into this as well.

b) some kind of constant or else nearly-constant age regression. i really dont know much about this and googling it led to absolutely nothing, so i couldnt tell you what it’s caused by, or what to call it. my headache is getting a little migraine-y, so im sorry if this gets less helpful the more i write aaa

okay so essentially those are all the things that i can think of, but im certain its not an exhaustive list of possible things. if anyone has any information or ideas about this, please reply/reblog this post with your comments.

im sorry i couldn’t be of more help, and also that this took so long. feel free to message me with more info (or symptoms, which might help narrow it down) or send more asks