#my brain hurts owie owie owie

[fatratinatophat]

Did some doodles with my best friend, @towost at 12:00-1:00 am today, mine are mostly all just 5 Pebbles cause he's cool and best. He did some ocs, Smiling Friends, Regretevator, and some Rain World too :) this is gonna be a nightmare to tag

Everything with the purple/pink color on it is mine, the stuff in white is my friend's

(For all my very few followers I haven't been uploading because LOTS of shit has been happening so I haven't felt like drawing recently but I liked these doodles a lot so I might do more soon, not sure)

[tdutb]

i mighta spent a bit too much time on OJ,,,,,,,, @peppermintz-25 oooooo au stuff be upon ye

[destroyscout]

The dual sensation of "this chapter is shit" and "thank fuck I posted a chapter"

[ziipzeepzop-eez]

Oh.

Prompt:

Jason is terrified of Damian al Ghul-Wayne.

Talia dipped him in the Pit, fed him lies, put him through the worst kinds of pain possible for the sake of training and turned him into a monster that went to heel when called. A monster even Ra’s was wary of.

He’s terrified of Damian, because if his mother managed to manipulate and play him like a fiddle, then she must have taught the same to her son.

Damian, who only has memories of a catatonic Jason cooing at him, cuddling him and protecting him, is becoming progressively more distressed by Jason’s perpetual cold shoulder and skittish behavior whenever Jason sees him.

[faineant-girl]

been having really weird joint aches the past few days and shit. fuckin. iooooo it hurts its weird

[nighty-night-nh]

BITING THROUGH CONK-CREET but I'm getting there

[mirensiart]

do u think anyone would have a variable pain tolerance?

cause like I’m VERY pathetic if someone flicks me or pulls my hair I will cry cause it’s owie :(

but at the same time I have legit broken bones without noticing multiple times (both bones in my leg (picked up 11 months later during a mri), elbow (picked up cause it started to swell), wrist (picked up cause I fell on it again (that did hurt tho lol))

idk it could possibly work for anyone but tbh i think itd be especially funny if fours colours all had different pain tolerances or smth 😂

ok but anon, you’re so relatable for this! I also have high pain tolerance, but anything that has to do with teeth pain makes me go full on baby mode lmao like dentists….oh my GOD

also twins on the broken wrist thing lol 🤝🏻🤝🏻

Now, when it comes to this au…I think you have the biggest most galaxy brain ever cause four’s colors having different pain tolerances is hilarious and I love it and I want to make it canon to the au now lmao

like imagine if against all expectations it’s blue the one with the lowest pain tolerance while red has the highest lmao vio & green are somewhere in the middle

anyway this is great, I love it, thank you!

[angie-long-legs-moved]

I'm sorry, too.

Of all the things Vox could have said in response, this was the last thing Angel had expected. Hell, it didn't even make the list, not even as a flight of fancy or a shot in the dark. He hadn't anticipated that Vox would respond to him at all, in all honesty. Or if he had, his prediction was for him to react in blind anger, as he was so prone to around Angel - as Angel was so prone to himself.

But for Vox to apologise? So quick Angel could convince himself he'd imagined it, but even so - for Vox to say he was sorry at all?

Angel exhaled, teeth gritted, uncomfortable. Disbelieving. This wasn't their dynamic, this wasn't the routine. The script had been thrown out the window, stamped on, torn to shreds. He shrank under the spotlight as it bathed him in cold, harsh truth; as he was asked with piercing, pleading sincerity if he really loved Val.

Angel conceded: Vox apologising was not the very last thing he had expected to hear. This inquiry ranked far below.

Yes, he might have said, some time ago. It wasn't a fairytale love, of course, not even a whirlwind romance so much as a fervid fever dream that made less and less sense to Angel the longer it persisted. Valentino was all sharp edges, even at his sweetest: all professions of love had been lined with barbs and bristles, always hungry, always wanting. The moth was a flame: all-consuming, blinding bright and beautiful. To be around him was to feel like seeing in full colour for the first time, to feel the warmth of pure desire, hot-blooded passion that was unlike any affection Angel had ever been the subject of. But a step too close and he was burning, engulfed in the shameful, heart-wrenching hatred that the Overlord spat like sparks.

Vox knew that fire too.

No, Angel might have said, not long after the flames became more inclined to swallow him than warm his blood. The fleeting moments of softness, those times where Val decided Angel was deserving of fond humour or gentle touch - they were few and far between, and these days they caused Angel more heartache and confusion than they did anything real or comforting. He might have vehemently denied that he had ever felt anything for the Overlord, even insisted he hated him.

He had tried so hard to hate him.

"My favourite memory of Val... is the first time he, uh. Took me home," Angel finally broke the strained silence, immediately cringing at how ridiculous it felt to talk about sleeping with Val to the mans' long-term partner who hated him. "Not cuz a' the sex. I mean, uh. That too." Fuck, why had he chosen this memory? He swallowed, resting his head on his knees as he gazed straight ahead and continued.

"I was workin' fa this asshole, real slimy creep of a guy, but he owned this seedy strip joint just outside a' the Doomsday District, so I was just happy ta spend half my hours dancin' rather than workin' street corners. And I was good at it, too. Makin' good money, makin' a name fa myself, attractin' new clientèle... that's when Val starts showin' up. Suddenly I had this.. admirer who tipped like a motherfucker, bought dances with all the bells and whistles... My boss was practically droolin' over him, couldn't believe he had an up-and-comin' Overlord as a regular. Bastard was too dumb ta realise Val was just tryin' ta poach me out from under him.

"And when he finally paid fa the works, ya know, the whole night... he's like, this perfect fuckin' gentleman. Picked me up in a goddamn limo, took me out fa dinner ta this real classy restaurant - fuck, Vox, I never felt so outta place in all my life. I was gettin' picked up on the street literally the night before, now some big shot Overlord was takin' me to his fuckin' Penthouse. It felt like somethin' out of a movie.

"And the sex was... I mean, I'll spare ya the details, don't want ya ta blow a fuckin' fuse in the state yer in... but it didn't feel like I was workin'. He, uh. Took care a' me. Like I was more than just some cheap trick, ya know? Made me feel... worth somethin'. Like I mattered ta him."

For a moment, Angel allowed the silence to creep back in, his words hanging in the air like an echo.

"But, uh, none of that is my favourite memory," he continued, sheepish but with stubborn resolve. "The best part was after. He was so fuckin' sweet, Vox. Never slept with a guy that wanted anythin' ta do with me after we're done fuckin', and here this guy is, gettin' me warm towels and helpin' me clean up, offerin' me somethin' ta eat, ta drink... Even insisted I stayed over. He... told me I was good. Kept sayin' it, too. Said it like it meant somethin'."

Hugging his knees tighter, Angel shut his eyes. "But the best part... the part I always think about..."

He took a deep breath.

"We were goin' ta sleep and... fuck, it's so dumb, but he leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. Not fa any reason or nothin', just... because. He was smilin', and it was... nice. And sometimes he's still nice, ya know. Looks after me in some kinda way. But... he's never done that again. The kiss, I mean."

The sigh that escapes the spider is almost a laugh, a mockery of his own sordid circumstances, his irrational attachment to such a trivial gesture. "Always find myself thinkin' about it," he smiled grimly. "About why he did it. Why he never did it again. Hah, maybe it don't mean nothing. That'd hurt the most."

"I don't, though. Love him," Angel heaved the words out of him as though they had been weighing him down for decades. Perhaps they had. "I thought I did. Still think I mighta, once. Maybe. Before he... before this." He gestured vaguely to himself, to the pitiful scenario he and Vox had found themselves ensnared in.

"I dunno what it's supposed ta feel like." This admission had his voice down to a whisper, cracked and splintered as the face of the man sat beside him.

Finally, he braved the task of actually looking up at the Media Demon, returning his own question.

"What's your favourite memory of him?"

Usually, Vox's powers were something Angel could very well avoid, should he need to. Living with the Vees, he had learned what to look out for, what small mannerisms or sharp remarks might indicate that the Overlord was on the verge of invoking his mind control abilities. It wasn't something he commonly used on Angel - Vox barely paid him enough mind to warrant using such a tactic on him, but under specific circumstances, he had been known to use his influence.

Angel knew when to look away, to shut his eyes so as to not get caught in the thrall of his televisual hypnosis. He knew the signs to look out for. But now? The media demon's surge of anger had caught him entirely off guard, as did the split second of limp, mind-numbing catatonia that captured him. It was only for a moment that he was held in that listless, submissive prison, before he experienced a rude awakening in the form of a sob.

He lurched back into full conciousness with dizzying force. Did Vox just... was he crying? He had to still be in the trance. There was no way he was seriously watching the esteemed Media Overlord, leader of the Vees-

Vox choked and gasped, face in his hands.

All Angel could do was watch.

Vox's words held no power, not a fraction of his usual command. He was by no means the tallest demon in Hell, positively dwarfed by Valentino's looming stature, and even the lowly porn star himself stood a head and shoulders above him. But his presence was all encompassing, the omnipotent force of media manipulation - he lived in every screen, every electrical current that pulsed through the Pentagram, every placid, passive admission of trust that he pulled from his captive audience.

Yet, here, in this moment, hunched in on himself on the floor of his Penthouse, breath crackling with static and rasping sobs, tears throwing threads of light to the lines of damage that laced his screen...

The Overlord had never looked so small.

Every lingering hint of satisfaction that still toyed with Angel was zapped from existence. This was nothing like justice. This wasn't what he wanted, what he expected. This was... This was...

This was him.

Vox never cries. Valentino's disdainful taunt echoed through his mind, a remark often thrown at Angel when his emotions ran riot after one of Val's outbursts.

Vox can take it. Vox doesn't act like a bitch. Vox doesn't whine or beg or pull any of this pathetic bullshit. Vox never cries.

A stark contradiction to the sight Angel was witnessing.

He felt himself shrink in shame as the matter of the shirt came up. Fuck, Angel felt low. Scummy and rotten, the sleazy homewrecker that took so much pride in every crumb of approval that the man they shared tossed his way, that delighted in the sporadic occurances in which Val would choose him. Where Vox would be tossed to the side like yesterday's news. Like one of Val's broken toys.

Like Angel.

The spider took a deep breath, staring directly forward. It was bad enough he was feeling sympathy for the Overlord without having to look at his cracked, crying screen. Why couldn't he just hate him? Why couldn't it be that simple?

Vox loved Val. And Angel... well, whatever he felt for Val was twisted with contempt and terror and shame, but perhaps it had been love, once. A long time ago. He had been so sure it was love that he would have done anything for him. He had done anything for him. He still did.

He did everything for him.

"I... I get it, ya know," Angel spoke quietly, breaking the thick silence that had enveloped them. Fuck, he wished he was wearing something else.

"I mean... I don't. I've never... well, I've never known him like that." Angel paused, the air around him heavy and thrumming with tension.

"But I know him like this."

Was it a comfort to Vox, to know he wasn't alone? He'd made it crystal clear that he detested being compared to the porn star, that he loathed the idea that they shared any semblance of similarity. But it was lonely here at the bottom, Angel knew that. It made for unlikely company. Maybe he could work with that.

"It's... it's like, no matter what ya do, no matter what ya say, ya know what's comin'," he breathed steadily, his voice flat and defeated. "And just gotta... get through it, let him do it so he'll leave ya alone. And then there's the waitin'. For him to come round, treat ya right again. And when he does, it's... it's perfect. Better than perfect. Makes it all seem worth it, sorta. Sometimes. 'Til it happens again."

Angel hugged his knees to his chest, resting his chin on them.

"For what it's worth... I'm sorry," he murmured. "I didn't ask for this. I wanted him to... want me, but not like this. This ain't what I thought I was gettin' into."

"I never wanted this."

[keefessketchbook]

THUNDER SAGA pt. 2!!!

these last three are a doozy

Scylla 🍴

LITERALLY MY FAVORITE

love how Scylla gets in their heads

ALSO HAD NO IDEA IT WAS EURY WHO OPENED THE BAG LIKE WHAT

LOVE LOVE LOVE the call backs to other songs (full speed ahead, survive)

LOSING MY SHIT OVER THE INSTRUMENTALS AFTER SHE SAYS HELLO. LIKE WHAT??????? THEY'RE SO FUCKING GOOD

I adore scylla's growls and lyrics like ahhhh

The blended harmonies at the end are beautiful

saw somewhere that the danger motif didn't play cause ody was never in danger like ow

Mutiny 🕴

Eury's little angry rant in the beginning is cool also him bringing up the past when Ody was trying to greet the world with open arms, kinda feels like he's just burying the hatchet

ody's I can't hurts

love how ody calls eury brother trying to fix the bond (also references luck runs out, which this song does a lot)

The meoldies from "there is no price he won't pay" sounds like its from scylla and the line "I am not letting you get in my way~" is literally my fav

Love the callback to luck runs out with the melody

also the whole scene on apollo's island is great

like those lyrics are so good

ody saying "Please don't tell me you're about to do what I think you'll do" kills me

Escpically with Eury's line after

Their little duet is so cute and heartbreaking

ALSO EURY SAYING "IM JUST A MAN" IS JUST AUHGGUHGHGH

THUNDER BRINGER ⚡

This song is such a bop!! like Luke has such a rich voice

the whole second verse is just a big owie

how luke says Enlighten me, King of Ithaca scratches an itch my brain

the whole choose thing is so good. like their voices carry so much emotion

callback to the horse and the infant has me bawling/balling (iykyk)

also callback to suffering is so pretty

same with just a man

ok the whole exchange between Eury and Ody is the saddest part to me. like this guy has lost everything and the god is making him choose.

ALSO THE "i know" HAS ME LOSING MY SHIT. HE SOUNDS SO SMALL AND SAD LIKE POOKIE

the instrumentals at the end are to delicate for what just happened. also way too happy for how that ended

also tell me if im wrong, but i swear that there is some character motif/callback to another song in the ending instrumentals

Sorry if it was a little long. kinda loved this saga. esp since it was my first livestream, like the listening party so its special to me

Honestly can't wait for the wisdom saga, like god games, love in paradise, legendary are all going be so badass and good

[faeriemarie]

RESISTING THE URGE TO SCRIPT IS SO PAINFUL LIKE MY BRAIN AND BODY HURTS OWIE 😭😭😭

[petrichor-reminiscence]

my restoration thots

everything is gonna be under the cut just incase people havent seen it yet, so uh spoiler warning under the cut!

there were a lot of things that bothered me. enough that tbh i don't remember them all, but i wanna start this off with the positives and things i liked ^^

first of all, my favourite thing ever, TEX AND CHURCH FINALLY GOT THE ENDING THEY DESERVED! i actually screamed when caboose brought back tex instead of church actually, and the whole thing also about her being brought back in their memory instead of the directors? their memory of her always kicking their ass and winning and being strong and brave and oaisjdgoasg all of that? screaming actually screaming. and her and church walking away in the memory unit thingy into the distance and jsiogjasdgiojadsgiosdg they got their happy ending that i've always wanted for them and that makes me very happy.

also, the va for caboose, let's talk about him rq. ofc it sounded wrong to me, he wasn't the og caboose, it wasn't joel, but the guy tried his best and i absolutely love that for him. i think he did a pretty good job, especially since the poor guy had 17 fuckin seasons of iconic caboose to live up to so ofc no one is going to actually live up to that. he did pretty damn good and if i see any hate about him i will cry thank you.

now, onto things that i enjoyed kinda but also were just oaijdsgioasdjg ahhhh y'know?

first, sarge's death. ouch. owie ouch ouchies ow. that shit hurt man. i think they did it pretty well though, and the fact that he died protecting a blue?! gave simmons his shotgun and told him he was proud of him?! told grif he never gave up on him even when grif himself had?! oasjdgisadjgs. he's their dad, their dad fr. it broke my fucking heart, but i like how it was handled, i was decently satisfied with it. i like how they buried him back in blood gulch, where it all started. it felt really fitting.

also, the fact that they kept church dead. tbh i'm glad they did. i was thinking with their whole talking about memories around the campfire, like if it were to bring back church, tbh i wouldn't have liked it. his death in 13 wouldn't have been as meaningful, as impactful. plus, them bringing back tex who we haven't really seen since season 10? iconic i loved it they brought my wife back and i loved every fuckin second of it.

next, something i have big big big thoughts on that i don't know how to organise: wash's ptsd and everything. first off, finding out he'd been hallucinating doc the entire time?! fucking OWCHIES :( and like at the end when lina was talking to him and reminding him that these things weren't his fault and how it came across in visions of his other beloved freelancers showing up and talking to him? screaming actually. watching wash and his mental state and how everything unfolded hit particularly close to home for me, as a ptsd-havin bitch myself ^^; the way he was treated like he was fuckin crazy in the hospital made me sick to my stomach, and then finding out oh hey wait he actually is a bit crazy he's hallucinating doc because he blames himself for his death i'm like welp okay that's oaisdjgosadjgoisgj. just seeing how they handled that reminded me so much of things i've gone through myself, and idk if i'd say it was handled well or not but it was certainly handled in a way that's for sure ^^; might just be some of my internal biases because topics like this make me feel sick for personal reasons ofc, but uh yeehaw lol yeehaw.

also, meta tucker. screaming. the flashes of him pulling through while being controlled and him like apologizing to caboose and caboose being like 'i've already forgiven you for whatever you'll do' AOIGSDAIG YEOWZERS :( my brain hurts man. and with sigma too, sadly it wasn't elijah wood, but miles luna did a phenomenal job imo, it really sounded like og sigma to me and had me convinced they got elijah for the final season up until i saw the credits lol. also, the fact that there was such a lack of meta/tucker and wash interactions??? heresy. blasphemy. illegal. i will be beating my head against the wall thank you.

ALSO. LACK OF DONUT WAS FUCKING TRAGIC. but, ADMIRAL donut? proud of our boy for working through the ranks! but i'm so upset we didn't get to see him other than a simmons flashback/vision of him in a fuckin cheerleader outfit - which honestly? iconic. at least we got something.

and the last thought of the post, fuckin grimmons. grif and simmons. i'm gonna put my head through the wall osaidjgsioadjgsdiogjsdag. the way that the first thing simmons did as red team leader was set grif free because he's always known about how much he wanted to leave, 'if you love something let it go' or whatever oiasdgjdsoiagjsd. grif deciding to stay for the fight before heading out, their goodbyes and grif inviting him to visit even though he knows it's probably never going to happen but he had to try anyways, aiojsdgoisjgoisdjg i'm screaming crying throwing up actually. they should've made out though so rip for that missed opportunity :( i enjoyed the moments we got but i also wish we got more if that makes sense, y'know?

anyways that's all i have the mental energy to blab about for now, because oaisdgjodsiag agh y'know? drained from fuckin sobbing so much all day lmao i'm just a lil guy ^^;

might post a pt 2 to this though, copy-pasting the notes i took on my phone like while i was watching lmao. fair warning though it's a MESS because i was typing without looking plus a lot of autocorrect haha. i'll probably post it anyways though because i find it really funny tbh lol

[angelmichelangelo]

between sainw and the last ronin i just get SO SAD picturing the brothers dying. their deaths STILL take my breath away like an actual gut punch and i tear up. like. i care about these turtles, this family SO MUCH and seeing bad things happen to them that can't be fixed will always break my heart

seeing the lows leo sunk to in s4 before getting help is so heartbreaking, the idea of how much worse he might get losing don and splinter (and casey, we never mentioned casey but he also died) and then feeling responsible for hurting mikey even if he saved his life... damn. is it even more painful to picture that he did go to japan, did try his best to fix himself with the ancient one, only for it to not matter in the end anyway because by the time he returned raph and mikey are so bitter towards him for leaving to begin with? even though deep down all three of them want to be a family again? except they will never be able to rekindle that because they fucking die on the floor trying to save the world?

it's just so so sad.

mikey feeling guilt over losing his arm because it led to the others leaving OUCH. OUCH OW OWIE. BABY BOY. COME HERE. IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT

the 2003 writers were WILD because how do you just write all of this trauma into a single episode and then never return to it. how do you never even dig into how donatello copes after the insanity he witnessed? sainw writers please come here i just want to talk ;___;

a miniseries would be soooo good. for now all we have is fanworks (amazing fanworks btw), but maybe someday! 2003 seems to be getting a lot of attention from official sources this year (two new toy sets, 2k3 don appearing in the saturday morning cartoon crossover issue, and the 2003 variant covers and comic in the anniversary issue) so that + the success of the last ronin... now would be the best time for them to return to sainw!!

UGH YES sainw and last ronin.. the tmnt writers do love making poor old man mikey suffer huh ;—; they say our resident comic relief character and went haha now what if we made him mega depressed…?

but yeah!! imagine when leo goes to japan! not only would raph be sore for missing him but he’d also lash out about it because he has all these emotions he doesn’t know how to regulate and maybe in turn him and mikey butt heads about it (kinda like they do in canon when mike has to yell raph to lay off leo because he knows something is up with him) and UGH it just makes tensions worse and everyone is hurting :((

and dude i know. the 2k3 writers will literally put the turtles (mainly don) through the most insane bat shit crazy horrors, have them breaking down and losing their minds and then by the next episode they’re like “well that was just silly :D” like GET SOME THERAPY I BEG OF YOU!!!

and yes yes!! it’s so so exciting to see the series finally FINALLY get its flowers after all these years.. one can only hope that a resurgence is enough to kickstart something like a miniseries or a comic.. but like you pointed out we have sososo much fan made material so either way im happy :] though boy would i love to hear 2k3 donnie’s voice again.. idk what it is but sam riegel’s voice scratches something in my brain lolol i just miss them (i like watched the show like yesterday)

[forestshadow-wolf]

I'm here with the angst thought :3 FAIR WARNING TO THOSE WHO HAVENT SEEN TLOU2 YET IM TALKING ABT SPOILERS EXPLICITLY!!! but if you haven't been spoiled for it already I'm impressed its like everywhere

Okay so we all know how I keep associating Price with Joel Miller and how tragic that is but what i can do is make it EVEN MORE TRAGIC by associating Soap with Ellie in turn. Specifically with the huge falling out they have in tlou2.

So this whole edit and this one. Are making me particularly crazy.

Just imagining Price who could have been a little cold towards Soap in the beginning because he reminded him SO MUCH of a person he lost and had hardly recovered from, and he wasn't ready to care like that again ("youre not my son. And i sure as hell aint your dad.") . Soap being Soap worms his way into anyone's heart, Price included. So of course, the bond begins to form regardless of Price's apprehension. They get close too, Soap see's Price as a true role model, someone he can trust to come to for advice, someone he never properly had as a stupid teen.

Everyone makes mistakes though, including Price. He makes a bad call, withholds some sort of important information from Soap/the team. When it gets out, Soap is a blind rage. He feels that same sting of betrayal, and any respect he may have had for Price is gone. He's borderline hostile in any situation that requires him to interact with Price, and seeing the guilt on his captain's face tears at his heart, which only makes him angrier.

Then, Price is killed on a mission that Soap wasn't a part of. Soap brought in for backup when things start to go wrong, but by the time he gets there he's only just in time to see what is left of Price. Any anger he may have had doesn't matter at that point. All he can think of is all his regrets he begs Price to get up, to keep fighting, as if he doesn't see his brains painted across the floor.

Soap comes back from that mission different. His only motion becomes revenge, as if that will somehow fix the fact that his last words to Price was an attempt to truely hurt. It's some sick self fulfilling prophecy, they way he becomes so destructive the team has no choice but to bench him. Soap won't stop though.

He goes out on his own, seaking out with as much gear and information as he could to prepare himself to avenge Price.

He realizes, in a fight he cannot win, that he's the reason he will be dying alone. He's the reason that Price died alone. He's just glad he can't be the cause of anyone else's death now.

WHAT IF I CRIED!! HUH! WHAT IFFFFF 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

Ow ow owie ow ow

[maddgical-boy]

madd ask game!! (from @scuttledusk!) yet another lantern eclipse guy because. well. i’m brain rotting i guess BUT!

his name is Pearl Artair! He’s 32 years old and uses he/him pronouns, and his faceclaim is Ncuti Gatwa <3 he’s so babygirl

Pearl is the owner of the Visionary, a queer nightclub/bar in the Violet District! He’s incredibly charismatic and capable of making just about anyone feel comfortable around him, and he also gives off distinct old money vibes (mostly through the way he speaks and dresses) despite that being entirely false lmfao. Big academic words, an English accent, and faux-designer clothes can get a guy a long way yk??

Pearl is undeniably a very kind person!! He cares about everything and everyone all the time so much that it hurts!! He does however have the unfortunate tendency to mask all that hurt behind a little charming smile, so. owie. He also has the need to feel like he’s in control of everything happening in his life, but he’s also very good at being in charge so most of the time it’s a win/win. And!! He’s got book smarts AND street smarts! double package baybee

sorry if this is wildly incoherent it’s uhhhhhHHH late here 😭 BUT! picture me slowly pushing him towards u across a poker table <3 here’s his collage

he is perfect. i shall matchmake him with ME /j

i think he would be a perfect match with my para august fitzsimmons! his faceclaim is shane madej, one of my favorite internet funny guys

august is a religious studies professor! (the science of religions) he strives to be a really good educator to all of his students and wants them to feel like they can come to him for any problem. (though, his kindness means he can often forgive people too much or be taken advantage of.) he loves learning new things about the world and telling people fun facts, as a treat :>

pearl and august would be so cute together imo, just two sweet guys out on the town. singlehandedly could create world peace HAVSKSJDF

but seriously they would be like that cute little couple everyone knows and thinks is wholesome. they both have issues with repressing negative emotions but knowing them, they would probably just take turns talking to each other about it lol

[possession1981fan]

OWIE! MY TIDDIE HURTS! 🤕

So I'm still experiencing breast growth four years into transition and it hurts like a bitch. At first I just kinda held my tit and whined about the pain like a normal bitch. I then committed to a thought exercise to work though the pain. I thought of my delusional ex girlfriend torturing me with nipple clamps and how good it felt to be in tit pain. I've always enjoyed having my tits tortured. I sometimes hit myself in the boob just to remind myself that there real. "I've come this far" I think yo myself "nobody can stop me". I sat in my bed as my legs shook and I muttered and whimpered for more torture. The progesterone in my body swiftly answered by sending a sharp pain to my left nipple. I gripped my pillow from the sharp sting of progress and the overwhelming stimuli of the mammoried girlmeat shifting and expanding. And then calm. Peace. I sighed to myself and as quickly as the oversexualized demented shameful mechanism fired every system in my brain the excitement ceases. The feeling is replaced with peace. I am still myself. my body is a space to occupy the totality of my sexual psychology and spirits of my ancestors pushing me forward to be more dyke. More butch. More queen. More black. More trans.

[weakly-skoodge]

Week Fifty Five!

The very first thing his eyes are met with, is darkness.

The very first thing he feels, is a deep, stabbing pain, tingling all throughout his spine – and things bigger than himself holding him aloft.

“Owie…” he says, for the first time.

An extremity moves. He feels that, too, connected to him. Different, but similar, to the heavy thing connected to his backside. The primary difference is that the extremity doesn’t cause him pain. It’s meant to be there. It’s been there since the before – before this new darkness that surrounds him, and before his awareness.

It clenches and unclenches. Fingers – also commonly referred to as claws, his new metal brain supplies.

The next thing he feels, is his claws winding into a tight fist, and the sensation of landing a direct hit against someone’s face. Not that he can see who, or where, it landed – he can only speculate, on the basis of them shouting “MY FACE!” a beat after his fist landed.

He drops to the floor. He learns what cold feels like.

A light flicks on, bathing the area in a dim, pinkish-red glow.

“What in the Almighty Tallest’s name did it do that for?” The words are automatically translated, but their intent and tone are lost to him almost entirely.

“You hurt me,” he answers, his words sounding stiff and hollow even to him.

The drone prattles on as though they didn’t hear him. “Useless smeets – the whole batch. Is it too late to cull all of them?” Someone else responds. Another drone. They’re too far away for his fluffy, still-developing antennae to catch their words. “How many do we have left?”

They continue to talk, walking away from him, completely disregarding his new existence. Does that mean he isn’t important enough to be regarded?

He wonders.

“ABso-LUTELY NOT!” someone shouts, a good distance away, breaking his current stream of wondering.

The words echo down a dark, infinitely expanding chasm that he can’t see. His antennae twitch at the presence of a voice he can hear but can’t locate.

Where?

Silence. Whatever hopes he may have had of finding the mysterious voice vanish, leaving him alone with his wonderings and thinkenings. But not much happenings. Have the drones forgotten him?

Another shout, from the same voice, though this time the words aren’t anything discernable.

Antennae still perked upright from the last shouting, and still twitching, he turns his head, then body, pivoting in the direction the voice is coming from.

It sounds… familiar.

There’s no time he would have been able to hear it for it to be familiar. Unless he heard it during the before. Does he know the owner of the voice, then?

The question taunts him. The voice has a firm grasp on his mind, pulling, dragging him to it. He wants to follow the sound. He needs to find the source.

His bare feet twitch and shiver against the floor, just cold enough to not be harmful, but enough to be uncomfortable. His legs shake, finding this way of walking to be unnatural to his flesh body.

Strange, that an action as simple as walking, feels more distant, unfamiliar, to him, than the voice of a stranger.

He lowers back to the ground, and plants his hands underneath himself, allowing them to guide and support his feeble smeet-legs. He takes one step like this, on all fours. And then another.

His body has no problems with this adjustment. It feels more natural.