#no relationship

[moonshadow-thoughts]

I don't think people understand what it means to be lonely and misunderstood for an entire life.

When I was a lonely child I was always thinking to myself "It will be okay, I will have friends when I'm a teenager."

When I was a lonely teenager I always thought to myself "its okay, I will have friends and a relationship when I'm an adult."

But now that I'm an adult I realize, its much more likely that it will stay that way forever. I will never belong anywhere.

[denerturee]

Stop thinking that happiness is having a romantic partner, fuck, life is more than that...

🗣️ Being AroAce is wonderful 🧡💛💙🖤🤍💚💜

[demialwrites]

Spontaneous Disrespect

I originally wasn't going to put this here but fuck it. I used to write worse. It's just harder to find now because the search function is broken on this website

Rufus profaning his father's memorial. Filth that may come a smidge too close to incest for some under the cut. Mild omorashi and watersports.

One might think Rufus planned this. Because Rufus Shinra is always scheming. Not so. Not today. He decided on a whim to drink an extra cup of coffee before visiting his father's grave. The gravestone was almost grand enough to be called a monument. It was in the signature style of the Shinra building. Mostly black and it screamed oppression and technological advancement. Not the colours Rufus preferred but this was for appearances, only.

Normally, he was content to just talk shit at his father's silent gravestone. He never fails to smugly grin when his father's corpse has no rebuttal. He could stand over the gravestone all day, puffing himself up and listing all the ways he's a better president.

Whether or not it's true.

No, today he had extra coffee on a whim. So halfway through his usual song and dance, he gets the urge to pee.

Rufus goes silent, considering the shiny gravestone below him. One might even think he was being respectful for once. He did hire someone to clean this area regularly to give the illusion of respect.

But no, there's no respect today. The opposite of it.

He takes a step back, to avoid any errant splashes. It takes too long to undo his trousers and the wait makes the pressure grow worse. Once the front of his trousers is open, he is as quick on the draw and to aim as with his beloved shotgun. He leaned forward slightly, putting effort into it. Rufus was tall enough that the piss hit the stone with loud, rapid slapping sounds. He chuckled under his breath. He allowed himself a long, satisfied sigh.

When his bladder would squeeze out no more, he took his hand away from his dick. Confusingly, it was partially hard. If he shifted his weight, it swung awkwardly. He glared down at it, as if it had its own mind and chose to embarrass him at this very moment.

He glanced at the gravestone, then back at his erection. He already soiled it one way. And it's true, Rufus was a person who went all in when he did something.

He removed one of his gloves. Instead of putting it in a pocket, he pressed it between his lips, letting it dangle. Rufus narrowed his eyes at his father's name in particular. He stroked the top of his length to get it nice and hard then his hand settled at the base.

If only his father could see his son's triumph. I bet he didn't see it coming. His hand moved faster at the thought. Holding the glove in his mouth had the convenient effect of muffling his first, soft moan.

Rufus was alive and his father was not. Who was incompetent, now? Can't be competent if you're dead. Clear precum was dribbling out and down the underside. Rufus stroked higher, only to twist his hand back down. His cock glowed with a slimy sheen in the dim light.

He growled quietly through teeth biting into the glove. He repeated the motions a few times, slicking his hand with fresh precum, then adding another layer to the rest of his length. He panted and the glove waved with each breath. From his view, his cock jutted out over the ‘monument’ and he could already picture it covered in white below. It was his favourite colour, anyway. His glove dropped to the ground as he moaned. How fitting.

Rufus tried to hold off as long as he could; daddy deserved as much as his son could give. He growled at the thought, a mix of disgust and pleasurable pressure building in his lower belly. The tipping point was just beyond, resulting in lazy, white splotches spreading and obscuring enough words on the gravestone to make it unreadable.

Rufus sneered. “Finally did something well enough for you, Dad?”

For every second that passed after that, the pleasure dissipated, leaving the disgust behind. He snatched the glove off the ground like it jumped there just to piss him off. He shoved his dick back into his layers of pants and stomped off.

Yet, he’d probably do it again.

[deluluromance]

Entering my new era of being single after my previous era of being single❤️

[downfalldestiny]

Trust actions 🌑 !.

[squaregoals]

An Anomaly Abolished my Autonomy

A Future Donnie (Rottmnt) drabble 🟪🐢

It was early in the morning when the reports displayed around Donnie started blurring, and it was only when his head started falling forward that he realized such. 

Snapping his head up while he blinked and rubbed his eyes, he took in the fact that he'd been staring at the same scout's report for the past twenty minutes.

Sighing, Donnie stretched in his chair before falling back in a slump. Someone could lecture him about poor posture later, right now all he wanted was to fully turn his brain off and relax.

And just for a moment, Donnie entertained such a thought.

Until it was interrupted by a whirring of one of his scanners springing to life in the corner.

No one else was in the lab with him.

With yet another sigh, he pushed off his desk. He wheeled his chair over to said machine to take a look, blearily blinking at it as it finished it's job. 

Sightings of a raiding party were being reported around one of his occupied safehouses, not too far from the harbor. 

The harbor which was currently being occupied by the Krang.

"That situation should resolve itself," Donnie remarked to himself with a low chuckle as he wheeled back over to try and finish picking through the reports he had been falling asleep to.

After some effort, he did indeed finish what he had and catalogued the necessary data.

Yawning, he slowly rose to his feet. 

Almost instantly he had a hand back on the desk for support, as every bone in his body protested and flared up from such a movement.

Punishing him for both sitting at a bad angle, and for not having slept well or long for days on end.

Hissing and pushing through the pain, he shuffled over to a coffee pot he had on a hot plate. Getting his mug, he went to pour… only to be met with nothing coming out. This had him remembering, vaguely, that he had finished the last of the liquid hours ago.

Donnie just stared blankly at the pot and mug for a good solid minute, before he groaned and weighed his options. He could either:

A) Go make another pot, but risk running into one of his family. Who would undoubtedly make him go to sleep, whether by coercion or force.

B) Drug himself, which would be effective but have major drawbacks later on. Or potentially immediately.

Or

C) Go without anything, and continue to work knowing he'd eventually pass out in his chair or on the floor.

The choice to just go to his room and rest never crossed his hazy mind.

It actually took him real time to consider, the thoughts mushing their way through the slush of his brain before he could come to a decision. Donnie wasn't certain he could administer the drugs right, and there was no way he would let himself pass out.

He was still a ninja, so he reasoned he could avoid anyone he needed to so long as he focused. And besides, he controlled the cameras in the base. So it's not like anyone would spy him through those.

"Well then, onwards. To victory." he cheered to himself with barely-there enthusiasm, raising the coffee pot almost in a toast before carefully making his way out of the lab.

The halls were blissfully quiet, which made sense for how early in the morning it was. It hadn't even hit daybreak yet, and dawn was hours off yet. It was relatively peaceful, only broken by the usual humming of the low lighting and occasional conversation between guards that manned the exits.

He took care to avoid their lines of sights, and if they noticed him as he passed they didn't say anything to acknowledge him. Unsurprising if so, because they all have seemed to learn not to question his or his brother's antics.

Eventually he made it to the makeshift break room that held the coffee machine he had monopoly over. It used to be in his lab, but after the Incident™ he had to keep it in a place where he actually had to make an effort to make a new pot.

Grumbling to himself for not the first time about misunderstandings and how it was unfair he was being essentially grounded, he started the simple process of making another pot.

He stepped back after he was done setting up and leaned against a nearby counter with his arms crossed. He watched as the slow drip of the coffee started to fall into the pot. The aromas soothed him, as did the sound.

Drip

Drip

Drip

Donnie zoned out, marveling that he could do so with no emergency alerts appearing on his tech to interrupt.

~

That was short-lived, as about halfway through with filling the pot such an alert did pop up on his visor. 

He closed his eyes and took a sharp inhale followed by a long exhale to center himself. Exhausted eyes opened back up, as he looked over the alert. 

One of his scouts had spotted a Krang supply truck that had extremely light security and was asking if she could sabotage it. 

Donnie narrowed his eyes in thought as he tried to remember this particular scout's skill sets. She was incredibly stealthy and light on her feet, so if the worst came down to it he was confident she could simply melt into her surroundings. With where she was, it would be child's play.

After not too long, he nodded to the empty room and sent his orders to proceed back. Donnie mused to himself for a little longer as he considered sending her and another on an infiltration mission if this went well.

He was so lost in thought that he almost missed the coffee machine beeping.

Crap!

He had, in his exhaustion, failed to remember to turn off the buzzer that announced it's completion. Donnie jumped to silence it, then swiftly grabbed the pot and started to dash back to his lab. He hoped that no one had heard it go off. Especially not April, who had just got back yesterday and had already been on his case twice about actually taking care of himself.

"Taking care of myself? I am taking care of myself just fine," he murmured to himself as he reached and then ducked into his lab. 

The doors swished shut behind him, and he set the now-full pot back on the hot plate. 

He now successfully poured himself a mug full of coffee, and sighed this time in relief as he took a slow drink. Holding the mug in both hands, he happened to catch sight of himself in the reflection of the dark liquid's surface.

Donnie just stared at himself, before promptly ignoring how bad he looked and went back to what he needed to do. Mechanical arms sprung up around him, grabbing the necessary tools as he just calmly continued to drink.

He was finished with it by the time he reached his lab bench, setting the mug off to the side. As his fleshy hands joined the mechanical ones, he allowed himself a brief moment to reflect on what his life had turned into. Not of his own volition, but because the whole world went tits up and for some reason he and his clan's stupid need to be helpful heroes rocketed them into leading an entire underground rebellion against their alien overlords.

Donnie closed his eyes, fists resting against the lab table as he felt the weight of everything crushing up against him.

It was overwhelming, and he forced himself to breathe.

When he got it under control his eyes snapped back open, the feeling having passed. 

Or, at least, that's what he told himself.

After all, he surmised, there was no time for a pity party with all the tasks he needed to get done. His life was hardly his own, hadn't been for years. This was fact, and one no one had to speak it out loud.

They were all in the same boat.

There was no room for failure.

So Donnie got back to work.

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A/N: this is a small moment in the night/morning with my Future Donnie from a large work I have going on. Hopefully I'll get the time to wrangle it all into actually posting it. But, for now, you'll get some glimpses here and there in my warm-up drabbles here on Tumblr.

💜

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[oldschoolfic-ds9]

The Alternate

by THemenover, unknown year

(Author did not provide a summary. The following is reader provided.) Novelization of the DS9 episode "The Alternate."

Words: 15471, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: PG

Warnings: none listed

Characters: Odo, DS9 crew

Relationships: none listed

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): none

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[moonshadow-thoughts]

Thinking about how I will never belong anywhere. How much I wish I had a relationship, friends, my own little family. And the more time passes the more I realize I will never have that. And it breaks my heart a little more every day.

[flannyjanny]

[the-writing-mechanic-official]

Dialogue Prompt: Villain-Hero

'----, was it?'

Silence.

'I know that he's dead, so you might as well stop denying it.'

'Who said I was?'

'Weird that you haven't brought it up, for someone who was there when it happened.'

'SO WHAT? He took my ---- so I ended him!'

Silence. Starring at each other. Studying. Fear.

'I know.'

[zakthebirb]

So I’ve read @sanguine-tenshi ‘s Hananaki fic and I loved the twist on Hananaki. So what am I going to do ?

Write a fic using it of course !

It’s not posted yet, but have snippets !

The first time Katsuki spits out a flower, he’s five years old. He’s only known Kariage for a day, but it’s easy to see the flower is meant for him. It’s red like the wine his parents drink at the fancy parties they force Katsuki to go, but it’s also red like the slide he met Kariage at yesterday.

Katsuki takes the flower at the stem, and he puts it into his hair. In the bathroom mirror, Katsuki doesn’t look different. He doesn’t feel different. It’s weird, because the way the adults told it, coughing out a flower is a big deal.

"What do you have in your hair, Katsuki ?"

Katsuki frowns, is Dad blind ? It’s obvious that it’s a flower ! But then again, Katsuki’s Dad has to wear glasses to see, he said so. Maybe Dad can’t see the flower because his eyes are not working good. So, Katsuki does answer.

"A flower."

I shamelessly used the meme "what do you have here ?""A smoothie" for this one but heh.

That’s all for now, but I am working on it !

[noname75sblog]

Genug

Wochenlang keine Nachricht. Die letzte war mehr eine Kontrolle, ob ich noch zurückschreiben. Gestern letzter Anruf. Ein bisschen Smalltalk. Dann sage ich, dass es keinen Sinn macht und ich die Nummer löschen werde. Ich sage, dass wir uns sowieso nie wieder sehen und ich einen Abschluss brache. Es gibt eh nix was uns wirklich verbindet. Warum hältst du mich dann auf Abruf? Was hast du davon? Es ist genug. Schluss.

[red-cant-fly]

Hi and welcome to Rick and Morty crack theory #3 or something:

Doofus Rick is the grandfather of Evil Morty

Ok so again I doubt this is canon but I have a few points to consider.

1. Doofus Ricks Morty is clearly not his original one, as he “came from a universe where EVERYONE has the mask face” and Doofus Rick does not have the Mask face.

2. What if Evil Morty began to hate other Ricks because of the way they treated his grandfather.

3. Doofus Rick isn’t dumb, we can see him using his smarts to make ovenless brownies and other science things. However- we know that the ricks need Morty waves to balance them out, or they’re easily detectable. What if the dumbest Rick on the curve needed a smarter Morty to balance his waves out?

4. I just think it’s significant that they introduced and focused on Doofus Rick in the same episode that they introduced Evil Morty.

5. Why was Doofus Rick even helping the citadel in the first place? He went with the guards to monitor the C-137 house- but he clearly wasn’t a guard. So why was he there?

What if it was just the safest place for him, and some certain Morty organized it so that he’d end up there, as it would technically be the safest place for him at the time. What if evil Morty has compassion for *one* Rick? It wouldn’t be a stretch to say EM organized it, as he’s been known to literally hack portal guns remotely.

Again this is a totally crack theory and it probably has a lot of plot holes but it’s fun to think about

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This and its sequel are really good! I just finished both today and absolutely loved it. I hope @phoenixyfriend has more to add to the story some day 😁