#poor boy he needs it so bad

[takami-takami]

Exhibitionism or marking with Keigo?

🥺👉👈

- 🪼 / Jellyfish

Does Keigo like marking? Keigo? Keigo Takami?

You discover this about him pretty early on. The first time the gears begin to click in your mind, alerting you to that little weak point of his, he's latched onto your neck like a leech. Inbetween pitiful, frustrated huffs, he looks up at you with pleading eyes and stitched brows. It's almost like he's silently asking for something.

It takes you a few moments of confusion and a desperate nip of his teeth to realize: Oh... He's asking permission.

If you could hear his thoughts, a frantic loop of "please let me mark you" would have been playing on repeat for the better part of the hour.

The second you ask him to mark you up, he's desperately embedding mark after mark into your skin, eager to watch them bloom as time goes on. "Mine, mine, mine," he mutters to himself more than you, after each one.

Unfortunately, you can't mark him back because of his job; and he will pout and pitch a fit about it while you console him.

That is, until you plan a little surprise for him.

Keigo's birthday comes and goes each year without celebration. Occasionally, he'll scroll through well-meaning but ultimately shallow comments of well wishes on his HPSC-controlled social media after his night shift for the day reaches its end; but that's the extent of it. This year, however, he has something to come home to. Someone.

The second he turns on the lights to his apartment after work, his eyes widen as you trot up to him with a sleek metallic, grey box in hand.

"Surprise! I got you a little something." You can hardly contain your giddiness, rocking back and forth on your heels as you extend the neatly tied gift for him to open.

"Aww, you shouldn't have," he says, barely covering his bewildered, racing heart with practiced charm.

He plucks the ribbon from its place, opening the delicate box with more care than you'd ever know. A set of rings, glimmering in polished silver, sits atop a tiny cushion.

"I know it'd raise suspicion with the public if I got you just one, so..."

You gently pluck his left hand in yours, peppering kisses along each knuckle with a reverence that steals his breath. A swallow sticks in his throat at the crest of his Adam's apple, as you grab the ring meant for his ring finger and hold it up to the light.

It has your name carved on the inside.

When you slip it on for him, it feels like the name were carved into his very skin instead.

His feathers tremble as he finally gets his wish, and he resolves to never take it off again. It becomes a comfort for him to fidget with in his darkest moments, on missions that take him halfway across the world from you.

When you rub your thumb against it as he pins your hands above your head, he could swear it burns.

Yours, yours, yours. He's finally yours.

[turtleblogatlast]

I love Raph and haven’t said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy who’s a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.

[artiststarme]

The Gift of Not Dying Part 14

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It's been awhile but hopefully this will get me back in the groove of things. I hope you like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~ Steve watched as the dazzling smile on Eddie’s face dropped to reveal absolute, unadulterated horror. He clearly wasn’t expecting his best friend/tomorrow’s date/future boyfriend to show up at fuck past two in the morning with a bruised face and blood covered sailor’s uniform. Steve could only imagine how he would respond if Eddie had shown up to Hopper's cabin looking like death the way Steve must right now.

“Oh my god, Steve?! What the fuck happened? Are you alright?” Eddie ushered him into the trailer and gently pushed him to a seat on the couch. 

Steve didn't know how to respond to him. On the one hand, he didn't want Eddie to worry. On the other hand, nothing would ever be alright again. Hop was dead, his body still stuck in the Russian base under Starcourt where he himself had died multiple times. Steve could feel the throbbing of his broken heart's beats pulsating in his face still. He definitely had a concussion if the double vision and underwater hearing were indicative of anything. Worst of all, it was all Steve's fault. This entire situation never would have happened had he not tempted the universe. He was too happy, he knew everything would fall into catastrophe eventually and he hadn't warned anyone.

So instead of answering his best friend, he pulled at Eddie's shoulders until the man got the message and wrapped him in a warm embrace that smelled of Honeybunches, motor oil, and marijuana. All of Steve's favorite smells that usually calmed him down. But not this time.

He sobbed into Eddie's chest, tears and blood mixing together on his face and soaking into the thin black fabric of Eddie's shirt. Steve just couldn't stop. He cried for the pain he'd gone through in the Russian base and the incessant battery he'd endured at the hands of sadists. He cried for the loss of Robin's normal life and the fact that she would probably hate him now since he'd dragged her into the absolute shit-show that was his life. Most of all though, he cried for Hopper. He cried for his dad that adopted him into his little family and gave him a little sister, the dad that dropped everything to help Steve whenever he needed it.

Poor Eddie just hugged him through it all. He didn't know why Steve had woken him up from a dead sleep at an ungodly hour in the morning only to unveil a face more recognizable as ground beef. He didn't know who had beaten him up or why Hopper wasn't behind him in his truck ready to drag him back to the overprotected cabin in the woods. He didn't need to understand because his best friend was in need of help and a good hug which Eddie could provide.

After what felt like hours of crying, Steve rasped, “Eds, Hop is gone. He died tonight.”

Eddie’s hands stopped their soothing circles on his back and he pulled back to look him in the eyes. There was no joking there, just complete and utter dread and hopelessness in the eye that wasn't swollen shut.

“Chief Hopper died tonight? Are you okay, where are you going to go?” He backtracked for a moment and pulled Steve’s battered body to his gently once more. “I’m sorry for your loss, man. I know the Chief was like a father to you. What’s going to happen now?”

Steve wanted to cry, to scream at the world for being so unfair as to take one of the only people that had ever cared for him. But his eyes were dry and his heart was bone tired after such an arduous night. So instead of sobbing some more or breaking down, Steve shrugged. “I’m going to have to go back to my parent’s house. I can’t stay in Hop’s cabin without him there. And El is going to live with Mrs. Byers. I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Eddie shook his head and placed a weary hand on Steve's face. He wanted to give him comfort but with all the blood and bruises on his face, he didn't know where to touch without causing more pain. “You can stay here. Wayne won’t mind as long as we don’t mess with his mug or cap collections. He’s got a habit for taking in strays. Hell, just look at me. You’ll always have a place here.”

Steve couldn’t move in though. Everywhere he went, misfortune followed. He was like a plague, sucking the life out of everything he touched. It started with his parents and he sucked the joy right out of their lives leaving nothing but bitterness and sorrow, certainly not enough love for the disappointment he became. It broke Nancy by killing her best friend and tainting their relationship. Steve should’ve kept his distance from Hop and El but his selfishness won out in the end. And now Hopper was gone. Steve’s plague had struck once again and had stolen his happiness with it. He couldn’t do that to Eddie and Wayne, they’d been through far too much already. They didn’t deserve to deal with him on top of it all. 

“Thanks but I don’t want you guys to get sick of me. I’ll just stay at my parent’s house and crash here when they come home. If that’s okay with you and Wayne.”

Eddie shook his head before entwining his fingers with Steve’s. “Of course it is. We’ll worry about that tomorrow. For now, let’s deal with your face. Did you go to the hospital? I can literally see the bruises swelling in front of my eyes. There’s no way you don’t have a concussion right now, why would they let you drive like this?”

“They didn’t, I walked,” Steve corrected distractedly. His mind was reeling over grief and pain, too distracted to abide by the story he was supposed to use. 

“Walked from where?”

“Starcourt,” his mouth just kept talking despite his eyes seeing the alarm on Eddie’s face. “The Russians stole my car keys so I couldn’t drive. It’s fine though, I have an extra set in the kitchen of my parent’s house. It was only four miles or so, not too bad in the grand scheme of things. I’ve had worse.”

Eddie just looked at him blankly, too indecisive to decide on concern, horror, or anger at whoever had done this to his friend. He was pretty positive he loved this weirdo, who the fuck had the audacity to keep beating him to a pulp? Couldn't these monsters see how lovable he was?!

“Um, I don’t know how to respond to that. I’m getting my keys and we’re going to the hospital. I don’t need to know what happened, especially since I’m pretty positive that you’re concussed and not making sense. I just need to know you’re okay so we’re going to the ER. Let me just call Wayne and we can go.” Eddie motioned with both hands for Steve to stay still and he did. Even when he heard crashing in Eddie’s room while he looked for his keys and panicked whispers when he finally reached Wayne on the phone, Steve remained in his seat on the old couch.  

He knew he didn’t have to go to the hospital, the worst that could happen already had, but he couldn’t reveal that to Eddie. So, he’d bite his tongue and go through the motions. That was his specialty after all. For now, he’d let Eddie take care of him. He would ignore the grief that blackened his soul and the pain that accompanied the thought of his found family breaking apart. He'd deal with the trauma of loss and pain and death sometime later when he could handle a breakdown alone. At this very moment, Steve would hold himself together and lie to his friend and the doctors he was forced to see to keep the Party's secret. He had already dragged Robin into this mess and had probably lost her in the process, he didn't think he could survive losing Eddie too.

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[sluckythewizard]

THEY could give me the surgurey i need (inspired alot by evojellys designs for em. GREAT STUFF)

[tacagen]

one of the things that fascinate me about thawne: yes, he CAN be normal with kids! surprisingly normal!

((not at all times, though. his mental illness still spills through and as usual he, in trying to manipulate or hurt others, spits out at them the exact stuff that would hurt him (or have in his childhood/barry's rejection interpretation) the most in the first place lmao))

but at the same time. his like second instinct when doing his bullshit is FUCK THEM (as) KIDS

(and, well. whatever this classifies as)

[doverstardoodles]

if I too discovered I could suddenly hug Luke Patterson tangibly, it would be ON SIGHT-

[chatonlaveur]

until proven otherwise I am assuming Echoes of Wisdom as downfall timeline because of the use of the Link's Awakening Switch style send tweet.

[sysig]

By the skin of your teeth (Patreon)

[roys-our-boy]

His sprite is so CUTE. Getian loml

[raamitsu]

MY BABY ROLAND IS CRYING IN THE NEW CHAPTER AND PEOPLE SAID HE WAS GIVING UP ON ASTOLFO NOOOOOOOO MY BABY NOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭

[theborzoiarebackintown]

Send mr. Charles some good vibes, he got a hole in himself somehow and it’s looking infected and he’s not feeling very good. Off to the vet this afternoon to hopefully get him all fixed up!!

[unagrancantidaddepanes]

anyways all my homies love felix fathom, mf was doing what the social services could never do ❤️❤️❤️ king shit

[deva-arts]

No better way to end your day than to have your eye shanked by your boss' son! without any safe way of receiving medical attention! Then smiling about it to your last remaining family!

...Being a variant in this world is hard.

[beanghostprincess]

currently suffering so i'm giving sanji back pain from his drum island injury

most days it's barely there, easy to ignore and doesn't interfere with his life much, it's healed well, it's nothing compared to when the injury was fresh and he worsened it by moving too much (what do you mean normal pain level is supposed to be "no pain"?)

but then there's the days when it's cold and wet or they're just after a big fight and every movement hurts so much it's only practice that stops him from crying

and i think that if the flareup is caused by weather and not a recent fight he'd be really resistant to the idea of taking painkillers - because nothing happened and he feels useless - so he tries to power through because he's the cook it's his role to provide his crew comfort before he's allowed to rest - so on these days he smokes even more than usual both to dull pain and the feelings

fun fact: while smoking can provide short term pain relief, in the long run it worsens pain, especially in the back, because nicotine makes blood vessels narrow and less blood flow and oxygen makes spinal discs degenerate faster

the crew notices of course and they try to make him feel better - providing heating pads (handmade by usopp) and company and distraction and usopp & nami offer to cook that day

Yay! More asks about chronic pain! More suffering! (I know it sounds sarcastic but I am serious I love these).

Sanji is... Sanji is just being Sanji. If something hurts, it doesn't. What do you mean it hurts? He's perfectly fine. Nothing a few smoke breaks can't fix. If it hurts, he'll just deal with it like the man he is. If the one who should provide comfort can't even deal with little things like this, how can he call himself the cook of the crew? Of course it doesn't hurt.

But it's basically killing him and he's starting to lose it.

When the crew notices he doesn't want to accept their help first, but Luffy is the one to scold him and tell him that he needs to trust his family when these things happen. That if it hurts, they will help him heal or at least feel better. And if there's something that hurts even more than what he's going through, it's worrying Luffy. So he ends up accepting the help. On bad days, Usopp or Nami cook or help him while he's the one doing it, and they always tell him to rest and take it easy. Chopper tells him to quit smoking, but it never works anyway and he has been saying it from the beginning... At least he does it less and he doesn't use it only to relieve the pain.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Hmmm yall know what’s Deeply Unfortunate for both involved parties in a pairing?

When something Bad happens to one of them, and the other is already in too bad of shape themselves to take care of them like they want to. So they’re having to watch someone else do what should be THEIR job and desperately wanting to hold them but they Physically Cannot >:)

Yep it’s today’s chapter of ITTG, And If I Ever Get It Right

[poisoncupids]

say what u want about it but jiper really is for people who didn't know they were gay until after the majority of their teen years