#if i had a therapist they would be finding out about this

[ts-janus-rp-blog]

"Didn't want you to?" Remus snorted, "well, sucks to be him, huh? It's a good thing you didn't, I bet he would've hurt you if you did... And yeah, probably. Really? You don't mind your body?" Remus nodded, "I thought you would've, if I'm being honest. You pass so well that I thought you would've hated your body. I don't mind it either, whatever you're happy with then I'm happy with. I just...wanted you to know that you don't have to keep this body if you don't want to. I'm happy with anything." He smiled to him, then he worked his way back up to start washing the blood off of his neck. "I really have made quite a number of bruises on your neck... We better talk to Patton before he freaks out about this."

"Hm, I doubt that would work... I mean, he won't believe you if you call him. Even if you get Roman to call him and tell him directly that he's safe and happy, I doubt he would believe it. I mean, you can try... But that's just my opinion." The man shrugged, "Yeah? Alright, I'll send him a few dogs with a note. Mhm... Well, he clearly likes dogs, judging by Janus, so I think dogs may be the best bet. I'll get on that right away." The man grabbed a pencil and started writing that down on his notes.

"Oh, also, I have something else to report, talking about Remus... So, one of the boys mentioned that they've been keeping tabs on their ex. This ex lives close to Remus, and he used to be Remus therapist. He also is friends with Roman. But neither of them has spoken to this ex for some time. However, as of recently, after you finally got Roman, he's been spending an awfully long time with Remus all of a sudden. He's got some cameras set up inside of his ex house, and this is what he's caught." The man pulled out his phone, and he hit a few buttons. Finally, he presented the phone to Virgil, it was a live feed of Remus and Emile in the shower, and how they were giggling and moaning. "There's feed of them having sex too. Remus cares so much about his brother that he's having sex with someone he hasn't talked to in years instead of searching for his missing brother. That's horrible, don't you think?"

"Oh? He actually wore that and didn't complain? Huh, I thought he would've complained. I bet he looked quite adorable in it! Did you take any pictures of him? I would love to see it! Oh, I'm sure you made that clear amongst the boys, I heard them chatting about how they would love a piece of roman but they cant. Wow! And he let you do that?" The man chuckled, "I bet that was incredibly hot. Have you had sex with him yet? Do you think he's going to get pregnant anytime soon?"

"Hm... Well, that's another matter I wanted to talk to you about. I feel that the mutt is a liability. He may be working on getting out, or be Romans voice of reason. And we can't have that. I do understand that it makes Roman happy, so I agree that he should stay. However..." The man smirked as he opened his file and slid it over to Virgil. "I have an idea... I've been really interested in doing this experiment, but the opportunity hasn't presented itself yet. This is the perfect opportunity." He grinned, "Why don't we turn Janus into a stuffed animal? He won't be able to talk, he won't be able to get into Romans head, and he won't be able to help Roman escape. Hell just be a little plush toy that Roman can hold and feel comforted by. Now... Obviously, Roman would feel distressed to find his friend has turned into a plushie. But, I can manipulate Romans memories to make him think that his plushie has always been that, a plushie." He sipped.

Patton knocked desperately at the strangers door, praying someone, anyone was home. His heart beat as fast and loud as the rain thundering against the sidewalk. He was sure he was being followed, they were going to catch him. They were going to drag him back. He wasn't sure if whoever lived here might be worse, but he was willing to risk it at this point. Anything to escape.

{@moralpuppylover2}

Janus didn't know who would be at the door. It was late, but his master won't surely be home at this time. He normally doesn't get home until the sun starts to come up.

So, as the dog hybrid walked up to the door and opened it, he wondered who it could be. And if he should open it at all... Who knows, he may get in trouble with his master for opening the door. But, his curiosity was getting the better of him-

He stopped when he saw the soaking wet cat standing at the doorway. He could tell that this cat needed help almost immediately. Well, if his poor state of clothes were anything to go by. His eyes flickered up and down the sidewalk before he grabbed pattons arm and pulled him inside.

"are you alright?" Janus nervously asked as he grabbed a towel from the mud room. "Well, that's a stupid question, of course you're not alright! Are you...running away from your owners?" As Janus walked, the collar around his neck would jingle loudly. And even though it was cold outside and even in the house, he only had a pair of boxers on. Because of that, Patton would be able to see the numerous large scars that covered his body...and the countless amounts of fresh bruises.

@moralpuppylover2

[emmg]

wip yeah yeah whatever it's never wednesday

I've been tagged by a few folks and I'm having trouble remembering because I've had a shitty ass day but I love you. And I miss you. And I need you.

So I'm tagging all my usual boos back. K thanksss. @aldisobey @heylittleriotact @thepalehorsevictoria @caffeinatedmunchkin @xxnashiraxx @jainydoe

I honestly don't really have anything in particular cooking, so this is just something from the next chapter of Aftertaste, the stupid sugar daddy AU I can't stop having fun with. It's one of the most cursed things I've written lmao

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She tousles her hair. Bites her lips raw, like some tragic heroine wasting away in a garret. Paces the apartment for the most flattering light—nature’s filter, since she has standards—and extends one arm to the heavens, the other tugging at the neckline of her shirt. Nothing too obscene; wouldn’t want to inconvenience some tragically repressed colleague of his with a crisis of conscience. Then again—why not? 

Let them suffer. Let them swallow around the dryness in their throat, let them grip their pens a little tighter. A whisper of lace, just enough to suggest that yes, she owns lingerie, and no, it is not because she enjoys spending $80 on machine-washable disappointments. 

Let him imagine her breasts—imagine that they exist, that they could, theoretically, be his to touch, that perhaps, if he’s really exceptionally well-behaved, he might even get to slide his cock between them. Not that there’s much to work with—more symbolism than substance, more spiritual journey than actual grip—but hey, she suspects he’s the kind of man who would whimper at the mere suggestion of friction. The type to shudder through it, clutch at her shoulders afterward like she’s just guided him through some kind of sacred, transcendent experience—one that leaves him dazed, vulnerable, and in dire need of a therapist with very strong professional boundaries.

Maybe, just maybe, if fate is kind and the gods of dignity finally decide to smile upon him, next time he spills onto her face or neck, it will be on purpose. A deliberate choice rather than an unfortunate trajectory issue. Perhaps even with a plan this time, some semblance of aim, a fraction of control. And afterward, he’ll do the gentlemanly thing: wipe the tear tracks from his face, mumble something about how he’s never felt this way before (bless his heart), and take out his wallet to buy her a pearl necklace—the kind that actually comes in a box, not the kind she has to scrub off in the shower.

It wouldn’t be a hardship. She finds, to her mild surprise, that she actually likes the man. At least as a human being, which is more than she can say for most. 

Click. Send. 

She knows he sees it because he is the kind of technologically inept buffoon who never figured out how to disable his read receipts. A man living in blissful ignorance of his own transparency. How cute. 

A pause. 

Dot. Dot. Dot. 

Nothing. 

Dot. Dot. Dot. 

A great, yawning chasm of nothing. 

She sighs and plops her ass on the bed. 

Dot. Dot. Dot. 

Perhaps he has died.

Perhaps the mere implication of cleavage has sent him into full cardiac arrest, right there at his desk. Emmrich Volkarin, well into his fifth-or-whatever decade, struck down—not by time, not by fate, but by the revolutionary concept of boobs. Maybe he hit his head on a stack of his own pretentious books—some dusty, 800-page discourse on moral decay—and perished instantly, a martyr to propriety. Mr. Professor, defeated by décolletage. Tragic. 

Ah. Something. 

A ha-ha reaction, skittish and accidental, yanked back almost immediately, and replaced with the trembling penitence of a heart.

And still. No. Words. 

She rolls her eyes, sends him a photo of the most aesthetically offensive thing in her apartment. 

That’s my monstera

This time, a response. Still criminally slow, but at least they've moved past Morse code levels of hesitation. 

Emmrich, miracle of miracles, finally sends a photo back. 

It’s a dog. Poorly cropped. Enthusiastically blurry. A dog in spirit, certainly, but in form? A vague collection of fur and misplaced limbs. The man takes photos like a cryptid spotter. But hey, at least the pup looks happy. 

This is my Manfred.

Manfred. 

What an absolute catastrophe of a name for a dog. 

[dreaminglily125]

Goro Akechi Headcanons

Before P5R

~ During his childhood, Goro lived with his mother in a slum in Tokyo, Because of this, he saw many things a child typically shouldn't see.

~ After his mother's death, the trauma actually made him mute for a whole year.

~ He had to learn how to speak again by himself because his foster parents refused to pay for a speech therapist.

~ Goro's Detective Prince persona was based on the polite tone he had to take to please the adults in his life combined with his childhood dream to be a hero.

~ Before being found by Shido, Goro was very depressed and contemplated s**cide.

During P5R (SPOILERS FOR THIRD SEMESTER!!!)

~ Goro was lying when he said he hated Ren, he just didn't want Shido to find out the truth.

~ During Niijima's palace, Goro realized he didn't actually hate every single Phantom Thief; he found Yusuke tolerable, was a little scared of Haru, and felt protective of Futaba (but wouldn't show it and the feeling came from buried guilt because of Wakeba).

~ Goro and Sumire were friendly (not friends, friendly) towards each other during the story and had each others numbers where they would chat about mundane things.

~ It wasn't until Third Semester that Goro started to consider Ren and Sumire his "friends" (he would not dare tell Ren out loud though)

~ Sometimes in Mementos during Third Semester, Goro would use his claws to crawl across walls and ceilings like the Beldam from Coraline (I hope I spelled that right I haven't watched Coraline) to scare the shit out of the PTs.

~ Later in the game, Goro realizes Ren has a crush on him and purposely tries to get Ren to swoon and feels irritated whenever his attempts failed (which was a 50/50 chance).

~ Goro's sleep schedule during the game is absolute garbage and he gets almost no sleep. The man lives on coffee and the bitterness of the world's worst Karen.

After P5R

~ Most important headcanon of all, Goro lives after Shido's palace and people can try to pry this one from my cold, dead hands.

~ Goro moves out of Tokyo to go to therapy in Sapporo.

~ Two years after the game, Goro finally calls Sumire to tell her his current situation and apologize for his silence. He also tells her to give the news to Ren (he still wasn't ready to speak with the other PTs)

~ Don't worry though, after a while Goro decides to pay everyone a visit. By this point, he is a lot more stable and surprises the PTs with how much better he has gotten in the past few years.

~ While he is not close with all the PTs, he is close to Ren and Sumire and forms friendships with Yusuke and Makoto.

~ He is still absolute F tier at cooking though, he still gets a lot of frozen and instant stuff. When he moves in with Ren, Ren cooks for both of them just so Goro eats at least somewhat healthy.

~ Unlike his food habits, Goro's sleep schedule has gotten better and he no longer survives on coffee.

~ Goro is a big Tsun-Tsun and it took him and Ren two weeks before they finally told everyone they were dating (Ryuji's sanity was lost that day).

[crazylittlejester]

people are getting way to comfortable on the fucking internet good fucking lord i might actually delete tiktok this time

[forestofforever]

It felt a little unfair, for him to tell her that relationships were always going to hurt... when that was why he had a tendency to keep things casual, no strings attached. Sure, he knew he was showing avoidant behavior and his therapist had told him as much, and usually he didn't mind. Right now, though, it seemed rather hypocritical to be advising Alura on what to do when he had similar tendencies.

Do as I say, not as I do, right?

Still, he was being fairly open with her. He had already told her some things about himself that he usually didn't say out loud. It wasn't even shame holding him back, just the fact that it never came up and he'd never had any real desire to mention it before. His one-night stands, and his flaky habits, they were all things that weren't hidden, exactly, but they were also never spoken aloud.

"Sweet?" He didn't know about that. He would've loved to be someone genuinely sweet and selfless, but he wasn't. Still, he was glad she felt that way. She clearly didn't have many people around her that made her feel safe or cared for, and if he could make her feel secure and happy even for just a little bit, then maybe he could repay her kindness. A little, anyway.

"Oh no, I am afraid I really shot myself in the foot there. I should've worked up to that story because you're right, there truly is no topping that. I mean, I would say there is another story that's closely related that's just as humiliating if not more so... no, no, I have to keep some secrets for you to find out about later on. Otherwise, you might grow bored." He grinned at her.

Secrets. So many secrets. She carried many with her, most were her own but some were other people’s. Etienne had told her one so she shared one of hers. Given the circumstances though, she still felt like she knew him better than he knew her- she’d seen him at his lowest. Although- his bed wetting story was more embarrassing than anything. She wanted to hear more stories like that about him.

He saw her while she was neutral- she had the ability to snap which is why she normally remained so calm. This was just a small tip of the iceberg that made Alura who she was. Her hands slowly started to relax- as well as the rest of her body as he spoke. Her attention turning back to him slowly. It seemed she was instantly back to being guarded- like she almost expected him to laugh. She figured she mind as well tell him herself then have that thing tell him- Etienne was bound to know the worst parts of her at this rate. A unsettling yet comforting thought- this way he’d know without her having to say anything.

Her breathing slowed, her eyes watching his lips closely- reading them while he spoke. She just needed something to focus on. He was trying to make her feel better. “I guess you’re right.. you just have to find the people who don’t mind hurting for you.” When the words left her mouth she couldn’t help but think about how often she didn’t mind being at the receiving end of mistreatment. In their situation, she didn’t mind Etienne’s other personality as much as someone else might. The pay off for who he really was, was worth it.

Alura had a small smile on her lips, tilting her head to the side and crossing her arms- hugging herself. “You’re really sweet you know that?” She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she kept her hands to herself- hence the self hugging, a way to comfort herself. Would it be so wrong to get close to him? Would he be okay getting hurt because of her? Was she worth anything? She let out a small sigh while looking up at him, still with that un telling smile.

Alura got closer to him, her body language almost asking if she could get closer but her lips didn’t mutter a word about the topic. “Thank you.. you know, I’d love to hear more of your stories but I don’t know of any can too bedwetting after your first night of bliss.” There she was- she was back to her normal self.

[oxymoronicdumbass]

Can we go back to early 2024, please? I miss the brat summer pre Chappell Roan hate train Dead Boy Detectives cancelation obliviousness 2024

[lia404]

"Ai, living has no answer."

"When we're in pain, we search for an answer to feel better. A concise, absolute answer. But if you really want an answer… it's that there is no answer. There are no absolute in this world. Even if we think there is, in the end, it'll only make us feel better for a moment.

If there are no absolute, then what's left?

Bonds. Bonds between individuals. Bonds between one another. That's all there is.

That also changes with time. A huge trigger can cause a huge change. Bonds may be severed. But new bonds can also be formed. So living is a series of bonds.

That's what life is.

I have to do that forever?

Yes.

That's a lot of work.

Yeah.

I'd need to be so strong.

That's why people become stronger. That occasionally leads to conflicts. But even if that happens, we have to keep fighting. Keep searching for bonds, even if there's no answer.

You can't rush living."

So I saw on MyFigureCollection that October 13 was maybe possibly Yusaku's birthday, although I couldn't find any reliable source for this. I'd have loved to do something nice and light-hearted for the occasion, but I'm still feeling too strongly about it all. So here you are instead: Happy (maybe) Birthday, Yusaku! Please have some trauma to go with your trauma. Here's to another year of fending off expectations and looking for your own life and its non-answers with eyes wide open and always filled with hope.

[a-shadowedvales]

so… in the additional media of stranger things (specifically the comics i’m mentioning), it was initially brenner’s idea/plan to kill off the other test subjects because they weren’t performing as well as eleven was. it was his best solution because that way, all the resources, time, and money could instead be placed only to her. and i just…. sure henry is a fine character and the massacre makes a lot of sense to me, but i think i am once again gonna change up my canon to actually fit this potential narrative instead.

i genuinely think the comic canon of the lab and brenner is far more intriguing than the show. everything with 9/9.5, ricky, and francine. eleven being the only one who grew up completely in the lab. those other kids were either volunteers, well into their teens, or had some semblance of a home life. eleven was the only one practically moulded from the womb. and they all had such a range of interesting powers. i firmly stand with the idea that jane is the only one who can contact the void.

brenner’s entire point of view on the lab subjects changed the second he found out terry was pregnant. he discovered he could steal this baby and make her his own. there would be no convincing the child because it’s all she would have ever known. because of this, i would not put it past a man like brenner to kill the other subjects for the sake of the “greater good” in this case, eleven.

eleven’s gifts just continue thriving beyond his wildest expectations. brenner would never dare assume that having moulded her from the womb, she would still be able to grow into her own person, her own mind, and one day be able to see him for exactly who he was.

back before season four aired, it was obvious there were other test subjects because jane was 011. so there were at least ten kids before her. but i always liked the idea/assumed that she was the last experiment because she was the most successful. that they didn’t need anyone after her because she was fulfilling everything they set out for her to do. with flying colours.

i just think the whole rainbow room idea, pitting the kids against each other thing… been there, done that. boring and predictable. i think at this point my portrayal of her time in hawkins lab really stems from the complete isolation she endured. where having the rainbow room, although eleven was obviously the most isolated out of the kids, brings that sense of community and sister/brotherhood. albeit extremely warped and toxic. knowing that she wasn’t alone in that experience just. doesn’t sit well with me. i think it’s important to note that she was alone, physically and mentally. which is why kali is also so important to her growth. i thought a lot of the flashbacks of her time in the lab during season four was really boring, repetitive, and just very predictable. although peter becoming vecna was a surprise to me, and was a nice little twist, the idea of her having an ally on the inside was really interesting.

maybe they did get as far as they do in canon, peter ballad was telling the truth about everything, about some of the workers there being prisoners like him, and he really wanted to get her out and to safety. but before they can escape through the pipes, they’re caught. peter is shot on the spot, and eleven is put into the isolation room for a few days as punishment. in this timeline, henry would be vecna, but henry would not be peter ballad.

when eleven turned seven, and was already showing extreme promise, where the other children were average at best, brenner had the eight children killed. kali had already escaped. this was the main cause for peter to gain eleven’s trust and try to get her out. because if brenner could murder his “children” in cold blood, there’s no way eleven was safe even in spite of her power.

when eleven is allowed out of the isolation room, her testing becomes more rigorous in attempt to distance and make her forget about what she attempted to do with peter. brenner begins gaslighting her, saying that there was never a peter, that she must have been dreaming. eleven does ask “papa” about “mama”, given peter told her of the day terry broke in the lab, but brenner is convincing enough to make eleven believe it was all in her head. say she is around eight years old, meaning the same timeline of season fours canon flashbacks.

i still do wanna keep the henry creel canon, and keep him as 001. brenner didn’t have him killed alongside the other test subjects, because who knows, one day he could become an even better asset than 011. brenner definitely wants to be able to control henry, but keeps the chip in him because, for the moment, doesn’t know how. killing him would be too big of a loss.

when eleven is ten years old, henry’s concealed powers break free and he manages to get the chip out himself, and unleashes hell onto hawkins lab. he almost kills brenner by snapping his bones, but eleven manages to stop him. her extreme abilities are unleashed, and she sends henry to the upside down. she does fall into a coma due to the extremity of the situation, but she does not forget what happened. brenner believes she’s the perfect weapon as she stepped in to save him without a second thought, was able to defeat henry, and opened a door to something he never thought possible. eleven is rewarded for her efforts. although she remembers the entire battle / confrontation, her memories regarding the portal are very hazy.

brenner decides not to focus on the portal straight away, instead gets her training harder and harder to see what else she can accomplish. also loved the idea of brenner sending her into the void to “look for him” so that will definitely be kept.

by the time she escapes and season one begins, her knowledge of the upside down is basically what we see in canon. because she passed out the moment after she sent henry away, she was once again gaslighted into believing she merely threw him through the glass and killed him. for two years she believed this, until making contact with the demogorgan, and those memories return completely.

due to her saving brenner’s life, (it was pure instinct. she happened to be there. saw her “papa” hurt and knew she had to make him better.) brenner constantly thanks her. but in a very condescending way. tells her: “you saved me so i can continue saving you.” aka, harness your abilities and see what else i can achieve from you. despite the fact that she saved his life, these words and phrases make her feel indebted to him. that she owes him something further.

i don't realistically see her thriving with her speech improvement until she's well into her twenties at least. her slowed development, sensory and social deprivation causes a serious delay in language. surrounded by other children she would have overheard conversations, some would have spoken to her. her conveniently forgetting her upbringing pre the battle with henry just isn't good enough for me anymore. it makes more sense for her to have been raised alone.

it also helps indicate why she gravitated towards the boys when they found her in the woods. they would have been the first people her age she ever remembered seeing. as far as she knew, during the lab there was no one like her. everyone was much older, they were adults-- although she stayed with benny, i'm not sure if she would have stuck around very long. where she followed the boys home without thought.

also it's important to note that after time, jane does understand that peter ballad was a real person, and was truly the first person (aside from terry) who wanted the best for her. when she remembers him, knows that brenner was lying, she deals with immense guilt regarding his death. he was shot right in front of her eyes, because he was trying to help her. this is another catalyst as to why after season two, jane never refers to brenner as papa. she does not give him that sort of credit.

[oncominggstorm]

My aunt decided a good way to wish me a happy birthday would be to text me a picture of me & my dead dad from my 22nd birthday.

Like yay thanks, I totally wanted to be sad and missing my dad on my birthday. I definitely wasn't trying to do the "out of sight out of mind don't think about sad things" thing to get through it without crying or anything 👍 Definitely wasn't already struggling missing not getting a happy birthday text from him 👍👍

[carrionsflower]

[beef-brisket]

And of course, whenever shopping with Adam, they always have to stop off at any home store. He's always on the lookout for plates, blankets, cups, and home appliances. Anything he can buy to make his house more homely.

It didn't matter what Lucifer said or that their house was fully furnished, Adam would always go and see if there's anything he wanted.

Adam: Lu! Look!

Grabbing a white plate with a blue rim, Lucifer squinted. What was so great about that?

Adam: It has a little lobster in the middle! We're getting the set!

Lucifer sighed: Adam- love. We have plates at home-.

Adam glared: They're yours and LILITH'S plates. I'm done eating my fuckimg food off her poor taste in plates.

Lucifer: ...I picked them.

Adam: And? My point still stands. Their fucjing red and purple. Piss off, Luci, we're getting these.

Unfortunately, Adam, always being uncomfortable and frustrated with the pregnancy, makes him extremely short tempered. Even more than usual.

Lucifer: I... yes, dove-.

Adam gasped before running off towards the end of the aisle, but only after putting a box of the lobster dinner plate set in the trolley Lucifer was pushing. Poor guy could only just see over the handle bars.

He really should shape shift himself taller.

Adam: Look at these pink glasses! Oh my god- their beautiful!

Finally catching up, Lucifer almost choked on air when he saw the price.

Lucifer: $218?! Are they insane?! AND you only get two!

Adam: I know, two isn't nearly enough. We're going to need enough for when I through those dinner parties.

Lucifer: Dinner parties-? What dinner parties?

Adam: Once this parasite is out of me, I'm going to invite all of my friends to a party! Multiple times! So, we're going to need a lot of these glasses... maybe... 80 boxes- I'm going to need to ask a store person to grab some more-.

Lucifer: 80?! Adam- you don't even have eight friends- actually, fuck it, you don't even have four! Actually, double fuck it, you don't even have two friends! You don't need 80 boxes of over $200 glasses!

Adam just stared at him before putting the glasses down and walking off. Sighing, Lucifer did his best to follow. Hopefully it was time to pay for this shit- why was Adam walking out of the store?

Lucifer: Adam? Adam!

Parking his trolley out of the way, Lucifer ran after Adam, eventually finding him waiting at the car.

Lucifer: Adam? What's wrong-?

Adam: Let's just go...

Lucifer: What-? Why?

Adam: ...I don't feel well.

Lucifer: Oh. Alright, I'll just go buy those plates-.

Adam: Fuck it. Who cares. Can we just go...?

Lucifer stared at Adam: I... yeah, sure. Whatever you want, dove.

Adam mumbled something under his breath, but Lucifer didn't hear it. He swore he was just as exhausted as Adam. His mood swings were so difficult to handle sometimes.

Getting un the drivers side, he looked over to Adam. He's pushed himself against the door, his arms wrapped around himself. Lucifer couldn't see his face as he was looking out of the window.

They drove in silence until Lucifer had enough.

Lucifer: Dove? Adam? What happened? Why didn't you want your-.

Adam shrugged, still not facing Lucifer: Got no friends.

Lucifer signed: I'm sorry, Adam-.

Adam growled: No, you're not. Don't give me your bullshit apologies. It was so hard to get any type of fucking ounce of sympathy from you, don't fuckimg lie about it.

Lucifer: I'm not, I didn't mean-.

Adam: I know what you meant. And I don't care. You're right, I have fucking no one but you and this thing inside me. Well done, I'm fucking pathetic. Bet you're happy about that.

There was so much to unpack. This was definitely a conversation worth having with a therapist, but of course, it never plays out like that.

Only three more months to go.

Lucifer: I'm not happy about that, Adam- you're a great person, you should get out there and-.

Adam: And what? I'm going to have a fucking baby, the only "friends" I'll have are those fucking mom's thag only talk about their kids. Then they'd want to set up some bullshit play dates, and we spend three hours talking about some bullshit reality tv show. I couldn't give two asses about.

Lucifer sighed: Adam, I-.

Adam: Pft. Yeah. You. You can just go on as normal, I'm the one that'll still be teathered to this thing! You'll probably go to that bullshit hotel your fucktard daughter runs to get away from me-.

Lucifer growled: Adam. I know you're going through a hard time right now, but I won't allow you to call my daughter names-.

Adam: Fucking get over it! She's nearly 250 years old! Are you still going to be babying this thing until she's 1000 or some shit?!

Pulling into the driveway, Lucifer locked the doors before Adam could get out.

Adam: Don't fuck with me Lucifer, open this fucking door.

Lucifer: Not u ril you apologise.

Adam: For what?! Let me out, you asshole!

Lucifer: To me! What you said about Charlie-!

Adam: To you?! You never apologised to me! Never!

Lucifer: What do I need to apologize for?!

Adam just stared at him: You're fucking thick. Let me out Lucifer, before I get fucking pissed off.

Lucifer: No! What's going on?!

Adam: I'm fucking over this!

Lucifer: Over what?!

Adam grips his hair: This pregnancy! I'm over it! It's wrong! It's not right- I shouldn't be ae to do this-! I'm a man-! I-I shouldn't- I can't- I'm not a mother-! I'm not a father- I'm nothing! It's driving me crazy! She moves, and it hurts! My whole body hurts- and I know I can't be what she needs.

Adam covers his mouth and looks away. He hates that he's starting to cry but he can't help it.

Lucifer: What do you mean?

Adam: I... I can't be her mother- I've never been... I'm not meant to be... I'm meant to be the first man... but I'm not... they... I've never been able to be the mother- parent my kids needed... it made them hate me. E-Even Evan hated- me. I'm so sorry, Lu. I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have forced you to have this with me- I'm not good enough to be your partner or the m-mother of your kids- I'm so sorry-.

Lucifer didn't know what to say. He was experiencing emotional whiplash. Going from angry to heart, broken in a few seconds, was hurting his brain.

I really need some FtM Adam feeling comfortable wearing a dress.

I'm having some gender issues, so I'm craving some trans!Adam.

Rp of sinner!trans!Adam??

Oh are you okay? We can do that! ☺️

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Adam brushed off any little crumbs that were on his dress, it wasn't very often that he wore feminine clothes anymore since transitioning but something about a nice dress every once in a while made him feel so fucking hot.

Not to mention that it was just his color, Adam swore he was meant to be rich why else would be look so fucking amazing in gold?

He should probably finish getting ready, his husband was waiting on him downstairs.

Adam slipped on some gold heels and earrings before going down to meet Lucifer.

Lucifer: There you are I've been-...... Wow

Adam: Looks nice right?

Lucifer: You look gorgeous my dove.~

Adam blushed as he took his hand and kissed it.

Adam: Worth the Wait?

Lucifer: More than worth it. You'll put everyone to shame at that party. Kinda wish we didn't have to go now, so I could poke around up your skirt.~

Adam giggled: Luci!!

Ugh, his voice cracked that hadn't happened in a while. But that's how flattered he is! Cheeky man working him up.

Lucifer: What?~ There's always time in the limo.~

He took Adams hand and they got in the limo. Lucifer put up the tinted window divider so the driver couldn't see them. Adam laid back in the long seat, he bit his lip as his husband went up his dress and pulled his panties down before disappearing underneath to eat him out.

((Adams outfit))

[burningcomputerpersona]

second night of not being able to fall asleep since the new semester started. now im remembering why i stopped taking my adhd meds

[tchaikovskaya]

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[ryeeatsbread]

I'm toooo in love welllllpppp

Watch out, there's loads of gushing in the tags

[lesbiansanemi]

I'm so tired

[oxbowreality]

my therapist is so bad with lgbt stuff but ughhh it's so hard to find a decent therapist