#when did I ever find the energy to make these

[chaosartisan]

You all are so pro mental illness until they forget to take their medication.

You all are so pro mental illness until they start having delusions.

You all are so pro mental illness until they develop brain fog.

You all are so pro mental illness until they start forgetting important dates.

You all are so pro mental illness until they identify neuro divergent traits that you have.

You all are so pro mental illness until they start expressing their struggles.

You all are so pro mental illness until someone can't afford to go to therapy.

You all are so pro mental illness until someone can't afford their medication.

You all are so pro mental illness until it's something that comes attached with a physical health condition or deformity.

You all are so pro mental illness until it comes to advocating for better systems.

You all are so pro mental illness until your loved one becomes mentally ill.

You all are so pro mental illness until they need your help.

You all are so pro mental illness until it comes to doing anything other than saying "I'm pro mental illness."

yall are pro mental illness until they hallucinate

yall are pro mental illness until they dissociate

yall are pro mental illness until they self-isolate

yall are pro mental illness until they're paranoid

yall are pro mental illness until they split

yall are pro mental illness until it's too Scary for your comparatively neurotypical brain to handle

[dumblilb]

I don’t wanna talk

Vi x Bartender!Reader

(Synopsis: Vi’s been having a hard time recently. You decide to give her a little relief.)

(Warnings: !SMUT MDNI!, lesbian sex, Sub!Vi, oral (both!r), thigh riding (vi!r), strap (vi!r), begging, mentions of alcohol, profanity, crying from overstim, a little angst but not really, kinda fluff)

(Requested: Yes)

(Word count: 2,823)

* ・゚☆ 。・ * ・゚★ 。・ * ・゚☆ * ・゚★。*

As her newly dark hair falls over her eyes all she could think about was how angry she was. It hadn’t even quite hit her yet why. Maybe it was her bruised knuckles, and the way they made her hands look so ruff against your skin. Or the fact that the lights were blinding her eyes. But as she looked up at you over the bar counter, she knew she had one thing to be surely mad at. You were gonna probably gonna send her home.

She held your forearm with a small bit of pressure. Putting the drink you were making for your final customer of the night on pause.

“Please. I need a drink. Just one.” Vi pleads. She looks tired. Her shoulders are slightly slouched and her eyes look sullen. You can’t help but sigh. This is the third night this week you’ve denied her service. Normally you can’t help but place down another beer for a drunkerd. A few extra dollars in your pocket from some rando isn’t the worst thing in the world. But when it’s your friend that’s when it gets complicated.

“Vi, I’m off in a minute. Just let me finish making this and you can come with me back to mine. Okay?” You smile softly. Her grip on your arm loosens and she looks at you for a second, debating her answer. Did she really want you to take her home and put her to bed. Her eyes flicker to the softness in your eyes. And the way your chest moved delicately up and down while you breathed. Actually that doesn’t sound like a bad idea right now. Maybe she wasn’t that upset after all.

“Fine. Just-“ She breathes out heavy, hanging her head. “Don’t make me wait too long.” She lets up on your arm and walks over to the exit waiting for you. You can’t help but stare at her as you clean up and clock out. Her jacket is slung over her shoulder. The fabric molding to the sweat covered muscles of her back. Like an unruly child she scrapes her large leather boots across the floor back n forth. Almost in protest of you testing her level of patience.

You walk over to her and she gives you a slight tinge of a smile as she wraps her arm around your shoulders.

“You’re getting sweat on me.” You grimace. She just places a peck on your cheek with a stuck up grin.

“You love it.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever done anything to give you that impression.” You roll your eyes. But the undeniable smile covering your face gives her the courage she needs for the night.

The walk home was quick since you live not too far. Which vi was pleased about. The second you unlocked the door she pulled you into your own home, leading you to your room.

“What the hell are you doing.” You can’t help but laugh.

“Nothing I just wanna talk.” She says sitting down on your bed. Discarding her boots and jacket to the floor.

“Talk?” You question. You’re used to her flirting. She’s done it her whole life. She’s never really not been a charmer. But ever since she started doing those pit fights and coming to find you at the bar afterwards, it’s been a little intense. She started coming as a way to see you. She’d buy a drink. Chat you up. Get turned down. And she’d buy another. You could tell she was just sad and lonely. So you didn’t really give the idea of it the time of day. But as the drinking became more intense you got worried. She only seemed to become more upset the more times you sent her on her way. Beer in hand. You’d started to think you definitely fucked up. And she wasn’t joking around.

“Can’t remember the last time we talked about anything other than how bad you want me.” You tease, trying to keep the energy light. Maybe just this once. You’d try and see how this goes.

“You know I’ve had a really shitty day. Lost my match. And the only thing that’s made me feel better is the sight of you. You seem to have that effect on me recently.” She states as you sit down next to her. She leans to rest her head down softly on your shoulder. You don’t quite know how to react to what she’s just said. Her breath is hitting your skin sending a shiver down your back. You go to rest your hand to her cheek bringing her to face you, but she pulls back almost like a flinch. You ease her in closer.

“I don’t think I wanna talk right now.” You whisper, leaning in slightly to close the gap. She almost gasps at the contact but finds composure and melts into the kiss. All she could think about for weeks was how you would feel against her. If your lips were soft or if your eyelashes would flutter against her cheeks. But nothing could have prepared her for how heavenly you would feel.

The softness of your lips had her entranced as she pulled you in for more. Leaning into you making you fall back on your arms, deeper into your bed. She parts for a second, taking in your face. The way your eyes dart from hers to her lips. The way they your lips stay open slightly. Like they’re inviting her back in. You take the chance and kiss her again. Guiding her body up into a sitting position. Practically straddling your hips. You place a hand to her chest, feeling up to her neck. You could feel her heart racing under your touch. Deep breaths wracked her body as you fiddled with the wraps around her torso.

“Can I?” You question and she continues to kiss you, moving down your neck.

“Please.” She exhales and you start removing them. Much too slow for her taste. She’s antsy, nipping at your skin as you work. You finally get it off and take a second to admire her. She beautiful. Her skin is pale but it glimmers with sweat as she pants. You run your fingers over her chest, caressing her softly making her look at you nervously. What if you didn’t like them. What if-

“God you’re fucking perfect.” You exclaim quietly, placing soft kisses upon them. Her head falls back as you enclose on of them in your mouth. Putting your tongue to work, rolling over her nipple gently with your other hand.

Her hand grips your thigh tightly as a way to cope with the new sensation. She runs her other over your head till you pull back. She looks at you slightly confused till you begin removing your top, making her eyes go wide. The black bra still covering your chest doesn’t keep her from gawking. She slides off your lap for a second, hastily removing her own black jeans leaving her in just a pair of boxers in front of you. Her happy trail on display. Scooting forward you grab her hand placing it on your own pants. Giving her permission to remove them.

She bends down in front of you, sliding them over your hips and down your legs. Running her fingers up your thighs she starts to spread them apart, but you urge her back onto your lap.

“You said you had a bad day? Let me make you feel good.” You breathe into her ear, teasing her boxers off with your fingertips. Which she is now eagerly ripping off. Placing her, now noticeably wet, core down on one of your thighs. You grip her hips with a bit of force. Guiding them in a back in forth motion. She lets out a soft grunt as she slowly picks up the pace. Resting her head in the crook of your neck, she sloppily places small pecks to your collar bone. Her hands gripping your waist to keep steady.

Each motion she made caused a moan to leave her lips. They started quiet but as her legs became shaky you’d remind her how good she was doing. You rock your leg up into her, making the whining become louder. Her voice barely sounding legible between gasps, as she pleads with you.

“Fuck! I- I can’t…” She lets out, whipping her head back. You just smile at her softly. You roll over onto the bed, bringing her under you. Her hair falling back out of her face, leaving you with her wide eyed expression. She’s confused as to why you stopped her from finishing, till you get down on your knees beside the bed. Pulling her legs towards you and resting them on your shoulders. Her toned thighs clenched around you in anticipation as you leave little kisses to the area.

She’s starts to get needy, grinding her hips upward towards your lips when you grip her tightly. Looking up at her flushed face. Any makeup she was wearing earlier was fully smudged off and beads of sweat dripped down her abs as her deep breaths made each one flex just a little. It makes your brain spin a little as she looks at you with softness. Eyes pleading with you. Practically begging for relief.

“Please-“ She starts to say when you run your tongue through her folds. Her whole body melts into the bed. Each dip into her making her squirm as you work your way to her clit. Tonguing it with swift motion. Loud grunts leave her lips as she grips your head trying to push you in closer. She wants more. Which is fine. You have much more to give.

Coming up for air you slightly knock her hand out of the way. You begin holding her hips up with nothing but your own strength. Her legs fully over your shoulders. She tries to help by holding herself up with her forearms. But as you begin sucking on the sensitive area she gives up. An echoing moan leaves her as her core starts to tense up. Gripping your sheets tightly, she holds her eyes closed. Almost embarrassed to face you like this. Weak and to your will.

Her hips start to twitch. And before you could even prepare she’s a mess under you. Her release covering your mouth. She lays there panting for a minute while you gently set her down. Leaving wet kisses up her body, till you’re lying against her. Bringing her lips you yours, letting her taste herself. She holds you tight as if scared you would leave. Bitting slightly at your lips. Just enough to claim her stake. Her hand falls to your underwear line and she starts to inch closer to your core. You couldn’t help but peek to see the way her tattoos flowed with her muscles at each movement.

Moving your hips forward you allow her to start softly running her fingers through your folds. A small murmur of pleasure creeps out making her smile into the kiss. Applying light pressure she moves in circular motions, moving her kisses down your neck. Nipping at it slightly. The louder you get the faster she goes. The restriction of your panties upsets her so she takes a pause to slide them off and gets right back to it.

You place your hand on hers and guide it down to your entrance. She understands quickly and moves to be more on top of you. Holding one of your thighs down slightly with her leg. Holding herself up with one of her arms, her other glides its first finger into your core gently. She hesitates for a moment before you impatiently buck your hips, letting her know it’s okay to start moving.

She starts gingerly. Nervous almost. But as you whisper words of encouragement under your breath she starts to pick up the pace. Each thrust making you squirm under her. As her speed increases you bring one of your own hands down to massage your clit. The feeling of another finger entering makes a warmth start building in your stomach. Vi grunts as she continues. Her eyes not leaving you. The way your chest moves at her motions could make her drool. She starts to curl her fingers upward inside you and your pace becomes faster. But it’s sloppy, and a lack of composure becomes apparent.

“Fuck! Vi don’t stop… don’t fucking stop.” You say stern, even in your current state. Your legs start to shake under her and with a last pump the feeling in your stomach releases making your whole body tense against her. She slowly starts to remove her fingers, placing them in her mouth to lick them clean. Under heavy lids you look at her with a smirk. She liked the way you tasted. You could see it on her face. She was pussy drunk.

Sitting up you move to reach under the bed. Grabbing what you need from the box you kept there. She looks at you curious till you bring it into her view. The hot pink strap, now sitting on your lap, makes her eyes go wide.

“Do you want me too..” She starts but as you get up and start to tighten it around your hips, she understands. “Oh!”

“Is this okay?” You check walking towards her position at the edge of the bed. She nods her head rapidly making you chuckle a bit. Pink dusting over her cheeks as you stand between her legs. Cupping her face you rub your thumb across her tattoo, taking in the way she looks. Even in the dark her powder blue eyes sparkle. Her hair can’t help fall slightly in the way of her view. Which in this moment is not something she’s fond of. She wants to see you.

Leaning down, you delicately leave a kiss to her forehead. Grabbing her hand in the process. You pull her up to stand in front of you.

“Turn around.” You muse and she looks at you a little confused, following instructions anyways. The sight of her tattoo covering her back makes you take a deep breath. God she’s so fucking hot. You rub your hands down her back, tracing each line of ink. She shivers slightly under your touch reminding you of what you were doing in the first place. Bending her over, she places her knees and hands down onto the bed and braces herself. Climbing up to bring your pelvis to her ass, you position yourself.

Caressing her hips softly you question “ready?” And you see her nod.

Pushing the tip of the strap in slowly you let her get accustomed to the feeling. A audible moan leaves her and you place a kiss to her back. Finding yourself a rhythm you begin thrusting into her. Slow at first, not to scare her. But then she started begging for it.

“Please! Faster.” She groaned, spreading her legs a bit wider. Which allowed for you to go deeper. Your thighs hitting her ass making as slapping noise echo in the room. But it was hard to hear over the loud whines that escapes her mouth. She can’t help but curse your name as you apply some pressure to her back, making her arch deeper. Holding her hips tightly to secure the motion. Her arms give out and her torso becomes flesh with the sheets. Arms up above her head. She turns slightly back to look at you. Reaching under you start to rub her off while continuing to slam into her.

“Holy shit!” She exclaims trying to hide her face behind her arm, but you stop her.

“Pretty girl, I need you to look at me.” You smile and she moves her arm. Small tears gather in her eyes from the overstimulation on her pussy. You get concerned for a second but when her legs start to twitch a little she practically begs for you to go harder. It only takes a few more pumps before her legs give out and you can feel warmth covering your hand. Easing out of her, you pull out and remove the strap from your hips.

She lays there, body sprawled out across your bed. Her eyes are closed but she has a grin adorning her face. A slight flush on her skin apparent. Quickly placing a kiss to her shoulder, you get up to grab a damp towel. Coming back to sit next to her.

“Come here.” You bring her closer to begin wiping her down. Cleaning her off. She looks up at you with a grin. She puts a hand to your cheek, pulling your lips down to hers. The kiss is gentle and needy. She just wants to feel you. Resting her forehead to yours she sighs.

“You okay?” You question, caressing her arm softly.

“My day just got a whole lot better.”

[thesweetestofdreams]

black cat confessions

poly!marauders x reader

warnings: patching up bruised knuckles very pg allusions to violence

a/n Times are tough so please enjoy a sleepy drabble with a slightly whimsical reader who will always defend her boyfriends

“Hello gorgeous, where’ve you been?” James asked as you came into the boys’ dorm. It wasn’t like you to be so late, unless of course a portrait got to talking. You could never turn down a good story, no matter how many times you heard it. 

“Detention,” you said. This garnered the attention of all three of your boyfriends. Remus set down his book, he had been trying to read instead of worrying about you, and Sirius ceased spinning his wand in his hand. James sat up from where he was laying on his bed. Oblivious to their shock you dropped your bag onto the floor.

“Detention?” James asked at the same time Sirius said “You’re joking.”

“Yeah,” you said, sounding almost as confused as they were. 

“May we ask why?” said Remus abandoning his book. 

“Well Barty said that black cats were bad luck, which is rather rude.” You fell onto Remus’s unmade bed, arms flopping on either side of you. 

“And how did that turn into detention for you?” Sirius asked as patient as could be, a trait reserved almost especially for you.

You rolled onto your stomach yawning as you rested your chin on your hand. “I told him that was hardly true but he wouldn’t give it up.” You were interrupted with another yawn. “Then he said the worst bad luck was black dogs. You could never be bad luck, Siri.”

Sirius could pretty much feel himself melting. James, as endearing as you were, was practically on the edge of his seat ready to find out what on earth their sweet girl could do to warrant detention. Remus was getting tired just looking at you and he had to fight the urge to join you where you lay.

“Well then he started talking about werewolves and of course he had nothing nice to say and he was looking right at me, so I punched him.” Just like before you were completely oblivious to the shock your statement caused. 

“You punched him?” Remus asked, and despite your tired eyes being closed you could hear the smile in his voice. The boys shared a conspiratorially prideful look. 

“He wasn’t mad. I think he thought it was funny.” 

“Sounds like he had it coming,” Sirius said, fully in agreement. 

“Professor Slughorn was mad though,” you mused.

“Merlin, what I would have given to see his face.” James laughed at just the thought. 

“I bet he went red head to toe,” Sirius added. You smiled in tired amusement. The sound of their laughs made your chest buzz, warm and full. 

“Punching people hurts,” you said looking down at your hand.

The energy of the room shifted as the amusement died down. Remus was already making his way to you, pulling your hand into his lap as he sat on the bed next to you. You didn’t fight him. He tsked at the sight of your knuckles and your fingers were dry and cracked. He turned them over in his hands ever so gently. 

“Slughorn made me wash all of the potion bottles,” you offered in explanation.

James wordlessly pulled a small first aid kit from Remus’s nightstand, while Sirius grabbed a set of pajamas they kept for you. Caring for eachother was a well practiced routine. It was an achingly good feeling to be taken care of. 

Remus spread dittany over your knuckles and any deep cracks, careful never to press too hard. James pulled off your shoes, and Sirius turned down the lights grumbling softly to himself when James reminded him of an early morning quidditch match. 

“You can sleep with me then,” Remus whispered loudly, teasing as he softly wrapped a bandage over your knuckles.

“Now this is just torturous,” Sirius groaned from his bed. James threw a pillow at him across the room. “I’m keeping this.” 

After some coaxing from Remus, you summoned enough willpower to stand and change into your pajamas. From across the room, you saw James dive into bed with Sirius who held the pillow above his head. James pinched at Sirius's waist earning a withering look from him that quickly dissolved into lazy smiling kisses. 

Finally you were lying in bed with your head on Remus’s chest. You could hear his heartbeat thump beneath you, the steady rhythm and warmth lulling you to sleep better than any lullaby. You weren’t helped by the slow circles he drew into your back. 

“Thanks for defending me, brave girl,” Remus said into your hair. 

Fighting a yawn you said, “you would have done the same for me.”

He would have done worse for you, and he would spend the rest of everyday grateful for the love he’s found.

[fishnapple]

How they proclaim their love for you

(lover/partner/future spouse)

This reading is about how the person you have in mind would proclaim their love for you. You can consider these as their mini love affirmations

Disclaimer : cheesy edition

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

About me | Masterpost Book a reading with me - KO-FI (Read this post : personal reading)

CUBE 1

• Let's take all our time in this world. There's no need to rush. Time? It might not even exist for us. We have escaped time.

• You sent an electric shock down to my core and I still find myself standing. Stronger than ever. Like a machine getting its fuel.

• Our language is of moonlight, fluttering wings, laughter of the stream, cloudy scents of flesh.

• Our lips kiss through the air with words.

• Actions speak louder and we are loud in our actions.

• My mind is spinning, soaring then diving, goes a hundred miles around then comes back, struggling to take you all in.

• This dark corner is our playground.

• I'm in hardworking mode when it comes to our connection. I have lofty goals. Let's work hard together.

• We look like kids when we're out into the outside world together. People ask whether we are friends? We are best friends, whether we are lovers? We are best lovers, whether we're having fun? Nothing is more fun and more serious.

• I have fears, but when I open my mouth, I don't let them escape. But you helped them get out. Is this a prison break for them or for me?

• My mind keeps going back and forth from past to future and you're there, in all of them.

CUBE 2

• Here, take my money. What's mine is yours.

• Do you know the plot where one character is thrown into a dire situation, and somehow, the other one character will come to their rescue. That's me, I'm the one rescued, by you.

• After winter is spring, time goes on, seasons change, I have you with me to witness that together.

• I've become greedy. Wanting to possess every minuscule expression of yours. If I would just freeze them in time.

• Do you see those wild beasts outside the window? And here we are, snuggle comfortably in our home, safely. The light of our home attracted those beasts, they're outside, cold and hungry. Our home will welcome them, but they won't be able to come in as their old shells. They will come in as happiness, transformed.

• I fall in love fast and then I keep it slow.

• I love giving you a bath, bubbling up your hair, seeing water running on your skin then later drying your hair for you and smelling the fresh shampoo scent. Aromatherapy at its finest.

• There's this need growing in me, and I can feel it growing in you too, we share some parts of ourselves with each other. This need is big, it's overwhelming, it makes my heart feel a tugging pain, it animates my body, giving me energy. It's the need to be, to stay alive, so that I can be together with you.

• I know all the right words yet feel like a fool with you.

• I imagine myself a parent, coming home to see our kids fighting, then I will act as a mediator, coming in to lecture them. I look forward to this scenario more than the promotions of my career. Biggest achievement.

• Thank you for letting me love you.

CUBE 3

• Loving you feels like second nature for me, something I've done so many times already, everything in me just do it automatically.

• We definitely have met before. Did we share past lives together? You look so familiar, like the ghost in my dreams, the daydreams in my head, the face of a character in those novels I read.

• My soul is a trapped pool, I would use my bare hand to scoop out all the dirt and monsters from it, take a cupful of water, boil it over and over again until it transparently pure, keep it warm or ice it the way you like then present it to you.

• I stand firm on this earth, confident that I have someone to come back to.

• Our hearth is the most sacred place to me. I would put offering before it, just like how people of bygone days worshipped at the god altar.

• I will keep it warm and nourishing for you.

• Never fear.

• Our lifetime together will blink by so fast, I'm already missing it. But have no fear, it won't end.

• We navigate this path so well that we're definitely professional travellers.

• Change of places, change of jobs? Doesn't matter, I can go along with everything, as long as there's no change of hearts.

• We've travelled from faraway lands to each other and we will continue to travel together.

• I wish you could read my mind and feel my heart, and I could do the same for yours, it would save a lot of time and misunderstanding.

• This is just the beginning.

CUBE 4

• I will tell you "I love you" everyday. Make that a checklist.

• If you and I went to the same school, you would be my high-school sweetheart, the one that I would secretly gush about in little notes, the one that I would absentmindedly draw a heart next to your name.

• Even if we were continents apart, I still feel you next to me, every waking moment and every sleepy dream.

• You fill my throat with sweet sweet love dripping down so much I feel like I can't breathe.

• I love you.

• I can't speak! Tongue tied. Unlock me. But then, if the door is open, I'm too shy to step out.

• In sickness and in health.

• I feel a part of myself went missing whenever you're not here.

• Your pain makes me bleed.

• This is new to me, I don't know what to do. Help me, teacher.

• I probably have a malfunction somewhere in the system to be acting like this. What have you done?

• You are love personified.

• Life has been good since you came to me. But it also has been exceptionally difficult for me to stay alone.

• I have imagined countless times how you would hold my younger self in your arms and feel soothed by them. I may not get to feel it in the past, but I will feel it now, for my past self, my present self and my future self.

[phantoms-planet]

Barred Protection Chapter Seven

First

Misspelled J'onn's name the whole chapter, don't have energy to fix it, sorry

Daelus was unkempt. Hair loose and in his face, bags under his eyes. Batman had seen many people go behind bars but none of them fell apart this quickly. It had only been a little over a week after all.

“Are you here to ask where I got him?” A weak voice called out. “I made sure that there weren’t any records of that.”

“I know.” Batman responded shortly. “Where?”

“When I was first building my company, I went on the look for anything that could be used for healing. I found a group called the G.I.W and got in contact with them.”

Batman pursed his lips. He didn’t know this organization, at least not by acronym.

After a pause Daelus put his head in his shaking hands. “Please, I never meant to hurt anyone.”

“Except for Danny.” Daelus flinched at the words.

“I didn’t know he was really a child. They said he was…I believed them…God why did I believe them?”

 A twinge of sympathy found its way out. Batman ignored it. “Who is the G.I.W?”

“They hunt ghosts.” Daelus answered simply.

This resulted in a confused grunt. Danny wasn’t a ghost; he was a meta child. Ghosts existed, just look at Deadman for an example, and ghost hunters were nothing new, but as far as he was aware none of them ever boasted having ghosts in their possession.

It was usually amateur groups waving recording devices and different cameras everywhere hoping to catch their supposed ‘anomalies’. They were as incompetent as they were spiritual most of the time.

Daelus took in a shaky breath before clarifying. “They’re a government branch dedicated to the capture and eradication of ecto-entities, as they call them. I assure you that what they do is entirely legal.”

Now wasn’t that a concerning statement. How they got permission to do things like capture a young boy while the Meta Protection Acts were in place was, unfortunately, beyond him.

“Where is their facility?”

Daelus shrugged tentatively. “I don’t know, we met at an agreed secondary location to discuss the deal and for them to transfer custody over. In hindsight that was most certainly a red flag.”

Batman hummed his agreement but didn’t say anything, waiting for Daelus to simply tell him things. The man didn’t disappoint.

“They said he was a ghost that’s whole purpose was to protect people. Through experiments they found that his tears…his tears could heal people.”

“So you bought him.”

“I didn’t believe he was a ghost though,” The man didn’t seem to hear him. “Ghosts are silly. But there is proof of gods and god-like beings. Superman, for one. I thought…maybe if I could harness the entity’s need to help others, I could find a way to make his tears into medicine, and it worked!”

“I had spent so many years trying to synthesize cures and all I needed was Subject P’s tears to do what no one else had managed. There weren’t any negative side effects, the tears were easy to incorporate, it was perfect! Everyone was happy!”

Batman pursed his lips as Daelus lit up when speaking about his success. It was as if the man only saw the solution and not the horrific path to get to it.

Seeming to sense his rising frustration, Daelus deflated with a quiet mumbled apology. They sat in silence for a few minutes. Nothing made noise but the clock ticking away the seconds up on the wall.

It was Daelus who broke the quiet. “When I was in middle school, there was a girl who had a terminal illness. I wasn’t close to her, to be honest I found her unworthy of my time. But I noticed when she died.”

Batman rose an eyebrow at the sudden story.

“Everyone was devastated. I couldn’t stand the way the air felt. It was as if we were all suffocated by the grief of her friends and family.” Daelus pulled a hand down his face, a deep frown forming. “I never cared about her, but I did care about the aftermath. I knew then that I wanted to make sure no one else had to feel the grief her loved ones did. That’s why I made my company.”

There was a pregnant pause. “You could use some of my medicines for-“

“No.”

“But- It could help the boy get better!”

“I said no.” Batman pulled himself to his feet and swept his way to the door, nodding to the guards to let them know he was done for now.

“Please! Let me help fix this!” The door slammed shut on the rest of Daelus’s cries.

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After being brought back to his cell, Daelus started pacing like a caged animal. He knew his cures could help the boy, he knew it would be better than healing without help, he knew Batman had to know this as well.

Surely using P’s tears on himself was a good use for them? Even with how they were acquired if there was anyone who deserved their healing factor, it would be the boy who produced them! After all, he had helped save thousands of people!

Dealus didn’t know what to do with the buildup of guilt and rage. He wanted to yell. He wanted to cry. By God he wanted to break something.

Batman wasn’t letting him help fix anything. It wasn’t fair. Shouldn’t he get the chance to right the wrong he had caused? Surely Batman, who sent his rogues to get help, would understand this.

Only it seemed like he hadn’t. There hadn’t been a moment’s thought into denying Daelus’s ideas.

He forced himself to stop pacing and start taking deep breaths. It wouldn’t help anything to simmer in his anger right then and it certainly wouldn’t do anything good for his already troubled mind.

Instead Daelus called over the guard and made a simple request.

---

The NastyBurger.

That is where he was at the moment. Sitting in a booth, eating a burger that didn’t actually have any taste to it. That’s when the green guy showed up asking to sit with him. Danny had obliged.

“Do you remember me at all?” The green man asked. Danny shook his head. “My name is J’ohn. I was there when we rescued you.”

Rescued him? That was odd. He wasn’t in any danger; he was sitting around eating fast food after all.

J’ohn’s face seemed to grow…concerned? He wasn’t really sure how to read that expression. “Danny, do you remember what happened to you?”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific dude.”

“The facility.”

The edges of his surroundings started fuzzing out. If he thought about it, and he didn’t, there felt like something wrapped around his throat and wrists. Then it all went back to normal. “No idea what you’re talking about. The only ‘facility’,” Danny used air quotes, “I’ve been in is my parent’s lab.”

This didn’t seem to make J’ohn feel any better. Whatever, it wasn’t his problem. “Look man, my friends are going to be here soon, I’ll…talk to you later, I guess?” Before J’ohn could stop him, Danny was booking it from the building.

What a weird man for real.

…

This time it was at school. J’ohn walked in on his gym class in the middle of dodgeball. He wasn’t hit once as he made his way over to Danny.

Oddly enough, no one else paid attention to him.

“Danny, we need to speak. Your mind isn’t healing well, we need to know what has happened to you.”

Danny snorted. “Dude, I told you; I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nothing has happened to me besides Dash trying to pelt my face in with a dodgeball.”

“The facility was real Danny. Please try to remember.”

Once again the surroundings fuzzed out but this time Danny wasn’t going to stand for it. Rage boiled in his chest. “I said I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Jhon was about to respond when a ball hit him square in the side of the head.

Danny ran into the locker room.

…

Surely as Phantom he would get a break from J’ohn, right? Surely!

Not.

J’ohn was floating right next to him now as he shot ecto blasts at Boxy. “Danny please, this isn’t healthy. You need to remember so you can begin to heal.”

Danny had had enough. Turning square onto the man he aimed both hands and- fury exploded outwards as J’ohn simply dodged the blast. “I DON’T HAVE TO REMEMBER ANYTHING!” Just like that the world ripped away, leaving them in a blackened void. “I don’t WANT to remember anything!” J’ohn stumbled as winds started whipping around him. “And you can’t MAKE ME REMEMBER!”

---

J’ohn tripped backwards as he was violently expelled from the young boy’s mind. Diana caught him and gently sat him down. He spent a moment just catching his breath.

Of course he understood, such a young child going through something this traumatic would be difficult to reach, but he realized too late that he might have picked the wrong route to get to him.

Batman grunted, asking for what happened.

“I pushed too hard. Danny won’t welcome me into his mind so easily again. He’s adamant that he doesn’t want to remember anything about what happened to him. He’s choosing to fabricate a life as if it never happened at all.”

“That’s…” Diana couldn’t seem to find the words. Even Batman was upset by the news.

Everyone had been so excited when they had found out that Danny’s mind had been clearing up, and worried when he stopped waking up. This was not the breakthrough they had been hoping for.

“Where do we go from here?” Diana’s voice was uncharacteristically fragile.

Batman reached over to lay a hand to her shoulder. “Now we go after the G.I.W.”

---

Frostbite had many regrets. His most current one was related to the collar latched around his throat. He knew he should have listened to Clockwork but standing by while Danny was hurt and captive hadn’t sat well with him.

He had grown so fond of the young boy, so much so that he had begun to see him as something akin to his own. More than anything it hurt deeply to watch as Phantom was abused and neglected. Frostbite refused to stay idle any longer.

Now he was in a cage, unable to help anyone.

He dreaded what was going to happen to him, and even more-so how it would affect Phantom. After all, the G.I.W weren’t known for their mercy.

For what seemed to be the hundredth time Frostbite looked around the cage he was in.

It was only just large enough to house him sitting down, glowing green in an ominous way, and the bars on the one side showed a lab that made his fur stand on end. There were needles, saws, scalpels, clamps, anything medical that could be used to open someone up or keep them properly down covered the walls.

A sterile metal table sat in the center of the starkly lit room. It was large enough for him to fit on, which did nothing to help his nerves.

Frostbite curled in tighter on himself. He hoped against everything that someone might come to rescue him before it was too late.

[redlollygag]

hey buds I'm up shit's creek with a paper overdue and work early in the morning so here. if this sees the light of day

. . . .

To be loved is to be seen.

Sentiments scrawled into poetry books he'd read on occasion (just to get the hype of them, mostly. Keigo's mind isn't patient enough to decipher poetry to the extent they deserve) that compound that over and over and over. Seeing is love. Knowing is love.

But to know Keigo Takami is to know far too much. And none of it's good.

Enter you. Exhilarating, earth-shattering you, and suddenly someone sees him. It took you, oh, two dates to begin picking him apart. An intimate little experiment beginning the moment you invited him over after another successful date night (Keigo's too much of a gentleman to say 'no', after all. Especially when you give him that look) and every day since you've surprised him with how observant you are.

"Here! I stopped at a cafe on the way here. Extra sugar and a bit of vanilla syrup? Makes it a little more sweet," you said nonchalantly in his office one day, a popular stop for you on the way to your own job and it takes Keigo's entire energy not to leave you with him. More than that, though, he's stunned.

Did he ever mention his caffeine tastes to you?

"Oh, hey, I was thinking tonight we could watch that horror movie you talked about! You know, the one with all the bad special effects? I think it's, like, three bucks online to rent!" You offered to him as you two lounged on your couch late one night and Keigo again reels. Did he once mention he was into bad horror films? Did he?!

Mind reading wasn't your quirk, last he thought. Maybe lucky guessing is.

But it wasn't until one night that the sentiment of those stupid poems hit him in full force. Another long day of playing double-agent left him spent. Exhausted. He had been forced to turn the other way during an emergency, one that ended in a number of injuries and, to add to the nausea already building in his throat, two fatalities.

The HPSC president tried and failed to comfort him ("Your current duties are to be your priority. Those people were just in the wrong place at the wrong time") and when he arrived at your apartment for another date, he tried to put on the routine. A doting boyfriend whose eyes shined brightly, hands moved gently, and never left you dissatisfied in any sense.

Except, you seemed to read through him.

"Come here." You said, watching him walk further into the room after leaving his coat and shoes by your door. You held your hand out to him, a siren call towards you, and he was powerless to withstand it even if he wanted to.

He grabbed your hand, preparing to pull you up into his arms until your lips gently pressed against his knuckles. He never knew what books meant when they said 'their breathing hitched', but here Keigo's throat clogged.

You opened your eyes to look up at him, lips still brushing against his knuckles as you spoke. "Bad day, huh?

Mind reading quirk. Had to be. "Long day, sweetheart."

You kissed his hand again, spreading open his fingers to trace your lips down to his palm, kissing the warm spot softly. "A bad long day, then."

He only hummed in response, studying you. Trying to find out where you had found a crack on him that you saw how shitty he felt. How shitty today had been.

You didn't ask him what happened, and he's grateful. You know better. It shouldn't be this way (he should be honest with you), but you're patient. Kind. You pulled him to lay on top of you on the couch and Keigo ignored every alarm in his head just to give in to you. To let you guide his head to rest on your chest as his wings puffed out, creating a perfect crimson blanket for the both of you.

He's exhausted. Spent. Drained. But you already knew that. You must have.

You've seen him this whole time, and while that strikes newfound fears into him, it's also almost nice. It meant less talking for him, more deep understanding of how he is and how you are and how this situationship-dare he say relationship-would work.

Maybe seeing Keigo Takami isn't necessarily a bad thing. At least, not yet.

And for now, he'll take that.

[thybirbman]

Bird, I just need you to know, I think about these dudes daily. I think about them and their little cliche every single day and I think about modern Konoha would react to them and how they would react to modern Konoha and I think about them so much, it's probably not healthy. I don't have the words to explain how much I think about them, but it's so so much.

Specifically I think about how you drew Haruka, I can imagine her voice in my head so fucking clearly from just those two first shots of her. Deep and smooth, still womanly just way deeper than average, she kinda sounds like she's constantly on the verge of yawning, but she's actually only one step away from the most terrifying growl.

But also I love how you drew the twins and Ichigo holding up Sakumo like he's simba, which he basically is. It's just such a kid thing to do. You find out you're about to have a little cousin, and you're old enough that you know kids are a rarity in your family, so you're just like, "YOOOO! CHILD!!!!" Even if you don't 100% get it, you get it's a big deal and the only way you know how to deal with that is hold the kid high and tell everyone about how YOOOOO THERE IS A FREAKING CHILD YOOOOOO!!! And I love how mischievous the twins look. I wanted to make all the noises when Haru said, "Oh boy, exciting stuff," about Orochinatsu looking at ants while leaning on them with one arm. It's just so- I can tell they're interested but also they don't get it, they're faking getting it because it is interesting and they do wanna know more and they do care, but they don't GET IT get it. It's an older siblings trying to get it bc well, they got nothing better to do, but also they care, so they wanna hang out with you, and they wanna GET IT get it. Well, they do have better things to do, they have PLANS, but they care about Natsu and want them to know that they're not saying watching ants is stupid, (they think it's a lil stupid in that it's boring but they're not gonna say that bc they care and it's not them watching ants so they're not gonna ruin it for them for no good reason) Natsu is clearly enjoying themselves, just they have this idea and if you have the time maybe you wanna join-

Also, Tesuo's panel. I love his expression when inner him is going; "I'm finally free!!!~" in contrast to his outwardly uncaring facade. Just love his design in general. I love all your Hatake designs, I am so mentally ill about them, I love the Hatake, I'm obsessed with them, and I love your interpretation of them.

I love the Nara twins' designs and Hiname's design too- absolutely love the Hatake twins having decided to be here minions for the fuck of it. God, that is so in character and such a teenage thing to do. "Hey, let's just be this lil kid's slaves for the fun of it. I got nothing better to do, and I think she's funny, I wanna reinforce her bad habits. Also, I just wanna see what happens." 100% said by at least 59 teenagers every day. And Shiruka just being so done with the twins' shit, but also not leaving bc those are her besties (she never said this, and if you ever say she did, she is... not stabbing you, too much effort. She's putting in a bad word of you to her friends tho and they have all the energy in the world to socially destroy you). If they lived in the real world, they 100% met in college and became lifelong friends. Shiruka crashed on their couch for a while while between jobs, and Shiruka picked them up from bars more than once bc they were both too drunk to drive.

Also, I'd go on depth of my love of Orochinatsu and Hiname, but oof ouch my fingies are cramping, so just know I love them both just as much. Tho the twins + Shiruka are definitely my favorite, but I love all of them so much!

And I just- aaaaahhhhh! Too many feels, too few words. I love them all so much. I love the rivalry they got going on with other clan kids. I daydream about them going about their day and the Naruto cast doing a "watch the series/read the book they're from" trope type thing except they're watching their ancestors and also love them bc I cannot contain so much love in one person and I have to imagine hoards of people loving them as much as I do to function.

Silly, early Konoha lore and oc things drawn while thinking about this post

!!! early konoha my beloved !!! I have so many thoughts ab it, I want to write a fic that's just silly early Konoha things viewed from the perspective of the less important clan members and their everyday lives. I'm aware the audience for that is incredibly small but I have too much fun just thinking ab it to really care!

Ichigo remains the only naruto oc Ive ever actually written for (in one step three steps), tho Haruka has been mentioned in multiple fics of mine now just bc she fills the role of Tobirama + Hashirama's blood aunt that I needed to be filled in my "Kakashi interacts with Tobirama w the knowledge that they are directly related" fics, of which there are now multiple

but yeah, take some silly art and lore comics !! I had fun while making these and will now probably put all these ocs on a shelf where I will not touch them for some more months

[wafflesandd1ck]

GO3 better have crippling longing.

I mean, I wanna see Crowley and Azeraphile both crack under their respective weight of Azeraphiles' choice to go to heaven.

I wanna see almost touches, almost hugs, I wanna see Azeraphiles face drop every time Crowley moves out of his reach.

I wanna see Crowley make ENDLESS petty jabs about how Azeraphile abandoned him and doesn't care about him for who he truly is. (IE: not an angel/not perfect) we all know how he talks to his plants is the internal dialog he talks to himself in, every waking minute of every day.

Give me that PROJECTION!!

Give me Crowley being disgustingly formal with Azeraphile. Always calling him "your Grace," "Supreme Arch angel," with a little smart-ass bow.

I want Azeraphile to be getting more and more cunty and bitchy in his..well everything. Basically, make him hold THIS energy for the entire first half of the film.

Make our favorite marshmallow man, match that goth boy energy to a 'T'!!

I picture the gang in the bookshop with Muriel, Maggy, and Nina. They are trying to work out a plan. Crowley hunched over Azeraphiles desk, and as they talked, the double meanings were so sharp that it's making the room tense AF. (Think kids watching their parents fight.)

Nina gets uncomfortable and is like, "I'm gonna make coco. Muriel and maggy! Come help me!"

I want a slow, tense moment of Crowley just

And then BOOM!

"Why didn't you go with me to heaven!?"

"Why didn't didn't you go with me to Alpha centauri!?"

"Why didn't you tell me when you hired the witch hunters to find the anti christ!?"

"Why didn't you tell me you already knew where the anti christ was!?"

They're breathing hard and circling each other. Getting it all out in the open: why? Why? Why!? Every miscommunication. Every missed signal. Voices rising louder and louder

Until FINALLY

"..Why did you kiss me!?"

Silence.

Crowley is visibly uncomfortable. Azeraphile has him cornered, physically and emotionally.

Crowley huffs a hard, angry breath and goes to put his sunglasses on. Azeraphile, in a moment of pure upset, rips them out of his hands and breaks them. I picture him just snapping them in half and grabbing Crowley by the lapels and slamming him into the nearest bookshelf. A callback to this moment.

"You will answer me this one question." Azeraphile huffs through his teeth. "If it is the last thing you ever say to me, then so be it."

Pause again on Crowleys face. Pained, angry as hell (ha ha pun) flustered, and definitely wanting to lean in, eyes flickering to Azeraphiles lips.

they just hold there in that pause.

Azeraphiles fingers find their way up slowly. Finger tips oh so gently dancing on Crowleys jawline. Eyes scanning one another.

They've been apart for so long. Just one little touch. That's enough. It's enough. Please, someone, let it be enough.

"I think you know exactly why, Angel."

I would also love it if this was the first "angel" drop since they were reunited.

If they don't make Azeraphile absolutely ravenous and completely starved for Crowley and Crowley knows it but keeps riding that line between "admit you love me" and "fuck you I'm so angry at you".

[caitified]

Hi again! I am the one who asked if you wrote for kelsey plum but speaking of my wife I don’t have a specific idea but honestly anything with her and a pregnant reader (if your comfortable with it) anything super fluffy please💓

growing

kelsey plum x reader

warnings: pregnancy, ivf, i’m so sorry for keeping you waiting for so long!! hope this is okay. another kelsey fic coming out at the same time. 🖤

kelsey hadn’t stopped smiling since the moment you told her you were pregnant. every time she looked at you, there was this glint in her eye, a mix of wonder and pride, like she still couldn’t believe that the two of you were about to become parents. she’d always been focused, intense even, on the court – but lately, her focus had shifted, and all that energy had turned into this fierce, protective love for you and the tiny life growing inside you.

the ivf process had been extremely taxing for both of you, and now that you had reached the other side kelsey was more protective than ever.

tonight, she’d come home from practice a little later than usual, exhausted but excited. you were curled up on the couch, resting a hand on your belly and watching your favourite show on the tv. when you heard the door open, you looked up, smiling as she dropped her gym bag by the door and made a beeline for you.

“hey, mama,” she murmured, bending down to kiss you softly before settling onto the couch beside you. her hand immediately went to your belly, her thumb brushing gentle circles over the fabric of your shirt. “how are my girls?”

you chuckled, placing your hand over hers. “we’re good. she’s been kicking a lot today – i think she misses you.”

kelsey’s face lit up, and she leaned closer, whispering to your belly, “hey, little one. i’m right here.” she pressed a soft kiss to your belly, and you could feel her warmth and excitement as she whispered sweet words to the baby. it was one of those things she did that made you fall in love with her all over again.

after a while, she sat back, her arm around your shoulders as you snuggled into her. “i still can’t believe this is real,” she said, her voice soft. “i mean… we’re having a baby. you’re gonna be a mom.”

“we’re gonna be moms,” you corrected with a smile, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. “and you’re gonna be amazing at it.”

kelsey looked at you, her expression serious but full of love. “i’m just so grateful. for you, for her, for all of this.” she paused, her thumb still tracing gentle patterns over your shoulder. “i know the season’s been a lot, and you’ve been dealing with so much on your own. i just want you to know i’m here for you, no matter what.”

“kelsey, you don’t need to worry,” you reassured her, squeezing her hand. “i know you’re busy, but every time you’re here, you make me feel so loved. that’s all i need.”

she leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a slow, lingering kiss that made your heart race despite the familiarity. when she pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, her hand finding its way back to your belly.

“i can’t wait to see her,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “to see her little fingers, her first smile… she’s already got me wrapped around her finger, and she’s not even here yet.”

you smiled, feeling tears prick your eyes. “she’s lucky to have you.”

do we want more of this? thanks for reading! requests open.

[lumdays]

chat is this real!!!

relationship charts + fun facts utc!! (sorry it's a lot of yapping)

- siyun and malleus met the same way novel!yuu (yuuya) and malleus met except siyun didn't take too kindly to him using magic on them. they had beef for a while and it settled into Respect, Sorta

(translation by @/yuurei20)

- siyun is the janitor (refused nrc studentship from crowley) so they've met a few of the students before their ingame appearances (jamil, ruggie and. jade)

- almost killed grim the first time they met

- leona often just grabs their ankle when they're passing by his spot in the botanical garden. he either makes them fall or uses them as a pillow, depending on his mood and the clothes they're wearing (if it's their regular nrc uniform then it's eep time, if it's the janitor uniform he's making them fall on their ass)

- it's not that vil isn't ambitious, it's just that siyun isn't all that interesting of an investment in the first place. so when his first few attemps didn't work, he gave up on them. they're not enough of an eyesore for him to fix anyway (also their reception to his ministrations were pretty hostile, epel bias)

- the first time epel and siyun ever met, they stood up to vil for him and all he felt was. Shame. wow, the magicless janitor is stronger, braver than him. he's. so. thankful (it's ok they magishift it out🔥🔥🔥)

- the light magic thing is uhhhh Lore Stuff, siyun has a strange connection to blot and that same connection makes them recoil at light magic (not the users themselves. Usually)

- THE ROOK AND SIYUN (onesided)BEEF!!!!! rook spreading l'amour et la beauté and forcefeeding them cheese (someone said rook is like aoyama's cousin and that's wonderful to me) meanwhile siyun is devising a hundred and seven evil plans to take him down. he chases them down as much as he does beastmen and siyun has taken to returning the energy by throwing increasingly sharp objects in his general direction (they miss by a mile cause their aim sucks ASSSSSS also their eyesight is shit but they have Bigger Problems rn)

more seriously though, rook's compliments and flattery may Mostly be in good faith but he makes siyun feel. Less Than Human (more so than they already aren't)

- if you couldn't tell, i have a huge freshmen/yun found family bias and they are Everything to me. they all think siyun's crush on jade is absolutely nuts (ortho is maybe a Little less unconvinced but he joins in with the others cause it's fun! yun gets it).

after a while, they start getting mad at other students who litter or trash the school cause it means more work for their fuckass janitor🔥🔥🔥(personally i think jack + maybe deuce are already the kind of people to pick up after other people's trash when they see it LIKE NOT ALL THE TIME, THEY’RE NOT SAINTS BUT. yea. meanwhile sebek is ABSOLUTELY the typa guy to YELL at people who litter)

- jamil and siyun were pretty good friends before shit went down in book 4, at least in siyun's perspective. it's not obvious on the chart but it actually took them a shit ton of time to actually make up and be friends again (for real this time!)

- the nrc staff and siyun all agree that crowley is public enemy number 1 (some more playfully than others read, siyun hae) but yea they all got SOMETHING against him. in siyun's case, he used a similar kind of magic as malleus first thing when they got out of the coffin and it got them tweaking really bad because they're kindaaaaaaa allergic to magic (should’ve mentioned this earlier but i forgor

- yunde time! (🤮🤮🤮🤮) siyun fell first and they fell HARD, 0 shame about shouting their love from the top of all the nrc towers or at jade himself, they 🔥dgaf, to say the least. at first, jade honest to god couldn't care less about their silly crush on him, though he did find it funny so he entertained them and ended up catching feelings by book 7 because he's a DUMBASS but by then siyun is like "i give up looking for white girl 🙂‍↕️✋️ it is not my fate" so jade is yearning + pining TOO FUCKING LATE

anyway, silly fun fact about them cause i feel like it, siyun was in jade's dream in book 7 but they basically looked like floyd

oh and

- floyd calls siyun “grouper fishie/grouper” because

yeaaaaaaaaaa…also he thinks siyun’s crush on jade is funny as shit until jade reciprocates

taglist (tell me if you wanna be added or removed🔥🔥):

@twistedwonderlandshenanigans @distant-velleity @sickle-stick @elenauaurs @heyhellohihowareyou @skriblee-ksk @angelwishess

[kaylatoonz]

Ok I'm not sure if I’ll ever pick up the comic for this AU again with me slowly losing motivation to draw scu/sonic content (the trailers aren’t helping 😑).

So I’m going to give the gist of the story of this AU.

(Edit: This came out longer then I intended 😅).

Art for the AU

Metal/Metal Sonic character sheet

Amy character sheet

Bonus post one and two

context:

In this AU metal sonic or metal (for now) was not created by dr eggman he was created by a rival tribe to the echidnas, a hedgehog tribe. Metal was designed to hold and wield the chaos emeralds and then master emeralds in hopes of overthrowing the echidna tribe's war hungry reign. Unfortunately the project was proven to be a failure and later unnecessary when the owl guardians got involved. With no purpose for the robot and fears that it could be dangerous if it were to fall into the wrong hands, metal's creator sealed him away within a temple. Sentient or not, Metal’s creator had his mind fully set on never letting his tribe or anyone see his work. To keep the world safe and to make sure his failure would never see the light of the day again.

And it would have stayed that way if it weren’t for one fateful winter.

During one particularly brutal winter a pink hedgehog takes shelter within an abandoned temple. Due to the temple ruins not providing enough warmth and her curiosity of the uncharted ruins, she ventures deeper. In the Midst her exploration of the sacred ruins the pink hedgehog finds many intriguing artifacts and trinkets. One peculiar trinket caught her eyes were two golden rings. These rings weren’t like any ordinary warp rings to the hedgehog’s disappointment. The rings were more like bracelets being large in size. It made it so very tempting to try them on just for a moment. Surely it wouldn’t hurt. She hesitantly but eagerly place the rings on her wrist to admire for a moment. but when she decided she had her fill she moved to remove the bracelets only to find she couldn’t. Like any sane and rational being who was dealt with this situation she panicked. Unbeknownst to her panic awoke belated chao power sending pink sparks and bolts of energy from her quills. And that power awakened something that resided within the space the pink hedgehog was currently inhabiting. A loud rusty creaking sound jolted the hedgehog from her panic, arising a new fear that she wasn’t alone. A pair of Neon blue eyes illuminating the space did nothing to ease her fears, edging her to take cover from the being view. She tried to wait the creature out in hopes it would leave but the rattling of chains and continuous unpleasant creaking noise dashed those hopes. the hedgehog start devising a way to escape undetected until her ears picked up something. A sadly familiar sound. The rattling of chains told her that the creature was securely contained within the opposite side of the room. Normally this would bring relief but it was the sound that accompanied the chains that made her heart ache. A whirring sound that almost sounded like whining as the creature fought against the chains. It wasn’t a monstrous beast fighting to free itself to hunt her down, no it was trapped and it was afraid.

Coming to that conclusion she decides she'll try to get a better look of the creature and maybe help them. Upon closer expectation the creature was a robot and it was in fact afraid. Now the robot was even more afraid, learning it wasn’t alone backing itself into the wall it was chained to. Taking note of this the hedgehog approaches the robot as slowly and non threateningly as possible. with caution and care Amy managed to get close enough to the robot to free them from their shackles or at least she tried. It turns out the shackles were a lot harder to remove then she anticipated. She would need to find a key if there were one.

Sometime later the hedgehog had become increasingly frustrated upon realization that there were in fact no keys for the shackles. if there was one they were long gone with whatever jerk who decided to lock up the poor thing. The poor thing in question fears had long disappeared now replaced with amusement of the pink hedgehog's failed attempts to free them. Despite the seemingly hopeless situation they were in, they couldn’t help but feel content that they weren’t alone. At least for now. Unfortunately for them those feelings were short lived as the pink hedgehog growing frustration had triggered her powers which in turn caused both inhabitants to panic. The chao energy surges into the ring bracelet activating some form of ancient power. The sudden unknown power emerging from the relics did nothing to decrease their increasing panic. Just when strange power reached its peak it summoned something strange within its light then the power surge ceased. As the pink hedgehog’s eyes adjusted from the blinding light she locked on to a large hammer that she was pretty sure wasn’t there before. And judging from the confusion in the robot eyes? He didn’t have any prior knowledge of the new tool. turning her attention back to the strange new object she couldn’t help, but feel that it was calling to her. then an idea came to mind. The idea in question didn’t give the hedgehog much comfort, not knowing what the new weapon could affect her upon contact. Having no other option she hesitantly took hold of the hammer’s handle. When no negative effect followed she adjusted her hold into a tight one and lifted it. It was heavier than she expected but she managed. She then returned her focus back to the now very nervous robot who must have caught on her plan. The hedgehog could only offer a few words of encouragement and promise to be as careful as she could. The robot's confidence still waned But seeing that there were no other options, they straightened himself as if to say “bring it on”. Taking his gesture as saying he was ready, she took two confidence swings at the Shackles,Taking care to put enough force to shatter his restraints, and not his wrists. with that the robot was free. After a brief celebration the Hedgehog decided it was about time she properly introduced herself to her possible new friend. She introduced herself as Amy rose while also quickly apologizing for the rough first impression. Amy then asked for the robot name and if he would like to be her friend. The robot nodded eagerly but didn’t seem to feel inclined to answer The first question. Or maybe he couldn’t. The robot hadn’t spoken a word since they both met. This didn’t bother Amy in the slightest If he didn’t wanna talk, she would give him all the time he needed. If he couldn’t talk, then they would just have to find a better way to communicate. Figuring out if he had a name would have to be to the start. She rephrased her first question asking if he had a name. maybe she could guess it through yes or no questions maybe charades. The robot looked down solemnly and shook his head. With that response, Amy's anger towards the robot's creator deepened but she buried those feelings for now. There were more important things right now, like finding a perfect name for her new friend. Plus she didn’t wanna make him think her anger was directed towards him. So she took a breath and suggested they make a game out of it. Amy would suggest some names and see which the robot liked best. At first, she suggested some silly ones just to get a reaction which succeeded in pulling him out of his gloomy mood. Later along the line, she got a bit more serious with the names, but none seem to fit. After some time though , they finally settled for Metal. It was simple, but it felt right.

At this moment their loneliness came to an end and their bright yet tragic story of friendship began.

As the seasons passed Amy and Metal’s bond grew stronger with each trial they faced surviving together alone. They share everything, their struggles, strengths, weaknesses and even their hopes and dreams. Amy dreamed of one day exploring other worlds, going on adventures and meeting new people. While Metal was content with things staying just the way they were, by Amy’s side. But making Amy happy meant the world to him. If it meant a little change to their status quo Metal would do anything to make Amy‘s dream come to fruition. The only problem lied in the lack of rings. During his time spent with Miss Rose, he came to learn that rings were a form of currency and a way they travel between worlds. And Rose didn’t have much access to them. There weren’t many ways to make rings while staying in hiding so Amy mostly scraped by throughout her life.

This way of life for his friend never sat well with Metal. how was she ever to achieve her goal if she never took what she deserved. If Amy couldn’t reach her goal Metal decided he would do whatever it takes to help Amy get what she wanted. or at the moment what she needed ,what she needed was rings, and he knew just where to get them. The arena.

In the past Amy had mentioned that some chose (or were forced) to partake in battles against opponents to win rings. Sure, Amy had warned him of the dangers and their unsavory practices but Metal would be careful. Besides, he was built sturdy and he was confident the fighters in the arena were inferior to his power. In way he was right, he was victorious in battle and got the rings he need but at a cost. He had greatly underestimated his opponents leaving him a bit worse for wear. His condition was not preferable but he got what he needed and Amy joy would be worth it. Unfortunately what Metal got was in fact the opposite. Amy flipped out when metal return not even paying mine to the pouch of ring he held. Which led to an argument between friends. Amy was furious, how could Metal do something so stupid and reckless. With how damaged metal was, Amy doubted she could repair him. The chance of finding someone who could was just as slim as finding some who wouldn't try to take him apart. Metal on the other hand had grown frustrated that she hadn’t acknowledged his prize and only greeted him with rage. When Amy finally took notice of the pouch of rings she softened and her fury subsided. She was touched that he went this far to do someone special for her but reaffirmed that what he did was extremely stupid and dangerous. If he had died in that arena she would have never known. She tells him that she would rather have him then some dumb rings and make him promise not to do anything like that again. Metal nodded, feeling warm at his friend’s care and concern for him. He knew how much he needed her but he never considered how much she needed him or cared for him. Before they moved on from the topic, Amy made it clear to him that they’re not using the rings for her. They would be using the rings to find someone they could trust to repair him. Metal shakingly nods seeing how stern Amy was with this demand.

This is where team sonic comes in.

After some trial and error they eventually find themselves on earth. Metal’s condition grew increasingly dire with each world they traversed. With each venture Amy grew more determined to save her friend, despite the hopelessness. Fortunately, her strong resolve paid off when she ran into one of the Wachowski bros, Sonic. unfortunately upon Sonic's first encounter with Metal mistook him for a banged up badnik looking for trouble. So he attacked Metal which led to a misunderstanding when Amy came to defend her friend. She made it clear that she wouldn’t let Sonic do any further harm to her friend. If he dared to try again he would have to go through her and her hammer. At that moment Amy brought some clarity to the situation, that Metal wasn’t a threat. Upon realizing this sonic was quick to apologize. He even offered his help, vouching for his little brother Tails who was the best man for the job to repair metal’s damage (and the one’s he caused). Not having any other options, Amy took on his offer despite Metal’s grievances. As promised, Tails was able to repair metal to the best of his ability (though there would be some kinks to work out, Metal was an ancient piece of work). When the looming threat of the possibility of losing her friend and sonic proving to be trustworthy she decided to properly introduce themselves. Sonic in turn reintroduced himself and his brother’s tails the fox and knuckles the echidna. Sonic also proudly claimed they were the trusted protectors of Green Hills and earth. This piqued her interest and excitement, past transgressions ALMOST forgotten. She was meeting heroes who probably had all kinds of cool and exciting adventures. She wanted to know everything and Sonic was happy to oblige. Metal was not happy he did not like nor trust these.. “heroes” And wanted nothing to do with them. He hoped Amy would follow suit but she was too enamored by the blue idiot’s stories.

As Amy spent more and more time with team Sonic (mostly sonic) she grew to be closer to the gang. This closest in turn made Metal feel more and more out of place. He started to notice some things that he never felt when it was just him and Amy. he noticed how his fingers could never quite intertwine with Amy’s as perfectly as they did with Sonic’s. He noticed that he could never enjoy a meal with Amy like Sonic. And that he could never make Amy feel special in the same way Sonic did. Metal slowly grew to envy and resent Sonic for simply existing. These unchecked emotions eventually lead to an outburst and misunderstanding between Sonic and Metal. The incident drove a wedge in Amy and metal’s friendship(at least in metal’s eyes). Leading to Metal wander off alone to sulk. He was vulnerable. Vulnerable enough for a certain doctor robotnik to take advantage of him. Offering twisted promises that he could refine Metal, making him no longer inferior to Sonic. If this could make him do all the things Sonic could do and more he would do whatever it took to get Amy to smile for him. And only him.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

I have so many OCs, but I'll do two of my favorites.

Amunet Samira 

Why that name?

The origin of her surname is Egyptian, meaning “The Hidden One”, which fits the lore that her island is hidden within the Red Line. The reason I named her Amunet Samira was because I wanted to do a throwback story to Alabasta, which was my favorite arc, but her lore changed over time. 

Why that universe?

One Piece is my all-time favorite anime. I couldn't resist writing about it. 

What's the song that speaks to you about them?

In Chains by Shaman's Harvest. The lyrics remind me so much of how Samira feels. She wants to be free from her chains; from the people who want to turn her into a weapon, and hopes that someday, someone will help her. 

What's their favorite movie?

If modern movies existed in the OP universe, it would be a romantic comedy like “10 Things I Hate About You” or “The Princess Bride”.

What's their biggest regret?

She regrets running when she should have fought back. 

What's their happiest moment?

Dancing with her older sister.

What's their favorite food?

Seafood with rice or pasta. And sweets.

Who do they love?

As time passes, she begins to fall for Trafalgar Law, who, after the events of her battle with her Nightmares, becomes her captain. 

Who do they hate?

While she doesn't hate them, she is not fond of the people she refers to as her Nightmares (pirates who turned her people against her). 

What are they good at?

Samira is a great dancer, and she is rather skilled with a bo staff. 

What are they bad at?

Confronting her demons and controlling her Devil Fruit power. 

Tell me the coolest thing about them that no one ever asks about.

Samira has Lunarian ancestry, but she's not able to self-ignite or control fire. All that was passed down to her from her father's side was her features. 

Tell me the dumbest fucking shit they've messed up, or aren't good at.

Samira seems to attract bad luck, but that isn't exactly the reason chaos ensues when she's around. Her Devil Fruit power makes it so that she absorbs and houses chaos energy. When she gets upset, sometimes others are influenced by it.

Can I smooch them?

I think she'd love that. 

–

Olivia ‘Liv’ McKenna

Why that name?

Her name came from the main character of IZombie Olivia Moore, which is a play on the words ‘Live More’. She was my favorite character in the series, and the play on words fit the OC, who fought throughout the series for her life.  

Why that universe?

I always wanted to write a one-shot or a story for Far Cry 3. Vaas was one of my all-time favorite video game villains, so I gave it a try. Originally, Liv was a one-shot OC, which was the basis for Run Princess Run. I never intended to develop her more than I did, but she grew on me. 

What's the song that speaks to you about them?

My Name is Dark (Art Mix) by Grimes. Liv's past was inspired heavily by the lyrics. 

What's their favorite movie?

"The Thing" (1982). She's a film buff. 

What's their biggest regret?

That she didn't make peace with her father. 

What's their happiest moment?

Watching horror movies with her father and analyzing them. 

What's their favorite food?

Pasta. 

Who do they love?

While she's not in love with Vaas, Liv does have an unhealthy relationship with him. She can't deny that she finds him interesting. 

Who do they hate?

Her worst enemy is herself.

What are they good at?

Photography and sharpshooting. 

What are they bad at?

Reading other's intentions. 

Tell me the coolest thing about them that no one ever asks about.

While it was brought up, Liv was born in Hope County Montana, the location of Far Cry 5. She was 13 when she moved, so she never met the Seed family, but she might have possibly babysat Rachel (Faith Seed), who would have been only 3 or 4 at the time. 

Tell me the dumbest fucking shit they've messed up, or aren't good at.

One of her worst mess ups aside from her past was trusting Bambi “Buck” Hughes.  

Can I smooch them?

Of course. She could use a smooch or a hug. 

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Who do they love?

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What are they good at?

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Tell me the dumbest fucking shit they've messed up, or aren't good at

Can I smooch them?

[singingcicadas]

The delightful enigma that's idw Soundwave - I feel like he's a hopeless nose of wax who exists in a constant pendulum-like state getting pulled in whichever direction his various bosses wants to go because everything he does - all his beliefs and actions and all the "freedom and equality" stuff he waxes poetic about - is so inherently contradictory that it's insane.

He'll say stuff like this:

And then also stuff like this:

What even is his definition of equality? Everyone above myself should be equal (except megatron ofc), everyone below myself should know their place?

This is him:

And this is also him:

While the order he gave Ravage on the Lost Light is:

(So much for loyalty lol, it only applies to Megatron)

He says he wants peace (i.e. the thing Megatron surrendered to achieve and the thing he hates Megatron for):

But apparantly peace doesn't apply to making peace with the Autobots and he just wants to continue the Autobot-Decepticon war with Earth as a resource base so what even is the difference:

He says this:

But then he follows Galvatron (yes he knows Galvatron was behind the Deceptigod thing that screwed them over):

Who does this:

And Soundwave's just like whoa calm down not now

Through the ex-rid issues he makes like five different proclaimations about what the Decepticon cause is. Really conflicting guy with constant 180 turnarounds, whose only consistent worldview can probably be boiled down to this one line👇

[neroushalvaus]

Girl help I have a fix-it in my head for My Shows, La Promesa, also known as Spanish Downton Abbey, a show famously only watched by middle-aged Finnish women

[meliskindachildishlol]

YAYAYYAY I AM ACTUALLY SO EXCITED TO ANSWER ALL OF THESE

Almost everyone in the gang is athletic, but the most athletic ones are Stripes, Crusher and Blaze (in that order :3).

Blaze already met her along with AJ but they are still WAY too nervous around her because "oh shit, she is a princess, oh no, she is way powerful than me-". Sparkle was ECSTATIC to meet her because she loves princesses, Flare is still processing on how is a literal princess around her adoptive son but finds her very sweet and nice, and Ray basically has the same reaction as Blaze. XD

If Crusher is stressed out, they can comfort him with hugs; if Watts is stressed out, they can bring her a snack or make her a little company; if Blaze is stressed out, they better give him his space-

This one is actually a thing I have thought about. XD Blaze didn't actually fought Gas Guzzler but they did have a really heated argument at which AJ had to pull out the "No Fighting" sign to calm them down.

Yes! He still does, and, to spoil a part of his design a little, have you seen how cats have beans/digital pads in their paws? Yep, Stripes has those in its hands. :3

Oh that's definitely Darington XD. But he does a lot of exercise for his stunts and to keep his figure + procures to eat more healthy things afterwards so they're okay. :]

Yep, Pickle is still that kind of guy that just eats stuff like that (he doesn't have a weak stomach like Crusher does). The thing he eats the most: crayons-

I haven't thought about that one and I don't really know how to answer it. :(

If he completes a stunt, Starla will be the loudest one to cheer for him (and I mean it, she is THE LOUDEST one to do so). If they fail a stunt, she is the first one to approach to him to check if they're okay.

Crusher and Pickle have a HUGE sweet tooth, Starla is the one with the highest spice tolerance, and Blaze is in the middle (has a sweet tooth and has high spice tolerance... we live in a society).

This one is kinda funny to me because the group has come to a conclusion that everyone loves fried chicken, Crusher's food and the enchiladas Blaze has made for them, and that everyone absolutely despise oysters (I don't blame them-)

The most calm are Zeg and AJ, the most overdramatics are Crusher and Starla. XD

Blaze, Gabby and Starla would have a normal reaction to energy drinks, AJ, Stripes, Darington and Pickle would have one of those comically exaggerated reactions, Watts wouldn't even feel the effect of the drink and both Zeg and Crusher need to be kept away from energy drinks for everyone's sake-

Yes they have, and the two DROWN Blaze with compliments so much and so often that the poor guy has been on the edge of overheating due to how much he has blushed-

Gabby, Blaze and Crusher, a 100%. Blaze is a bit more polite and patient (or at least tries to be), but still.

Pickle, AJ and Blaze are the ones with the highest patience, while Gabby and Crusher have NO patience at all-

Ray doesn't stop Blaze from fighting too often because they don't fight someone that regularly, but AJ is the one that always pulls out the "No Fighting" sign whenever he sees Blaze about to throw hands. And Flare... she's the one that taught him everything he knows about flips, tricks AND fighting so she cheers for him. XD

Pickle also has a "No Fighting" sign, and he uses it with Crusher.

He definitely was. He still can't comprehend how a jeep (or at least I think he's some sort of jeep-) can be stronger than a tractor-trailer... and so can't I-

Crusher did mellow out a lot from cheating in races. Ever since he caught feelings for Blaze, he began cheating less, and he barely even mentions cheating ever since he fell for Watts as well.

Zeg and Gabby. No specific reason, I just have a feeling they would-

Crusher does a lot of artistic gymnastics, but ever since Blaze got into gymnastics too they have been doing acrobatic gymnastics.

Haven't thought of this one either. :((

Flare and Sparkle's hair also does that when feeling strong emotions! (Also, little fun fact that you didn't ask for: the ends of Watts' hair spark with electricity when xe feels intense emotions. :3)

Pickle does ballet occasionally and Stripes secretly likes swing. :3

Fictioned Machines! OC Elvira

Personal info.

Full name: Elvira Byrne Wright

Place of birth: Water Realm (XD)

Species: Mermaid

Occupation: Princess of the Water Realm

Age: 15 years old

Gender: Cis Female (She/Her)

Birthdate: 12/July/20**

Abilities: Water manipulation, white magic manipulation (thanks to her necklace)

(Alt versions + Ref sheet)

Extra info.

Along with Maddison, Elvira was one of my first BATMM fan-OCs before I got her in this AU; I never shared anything about her before, though.

This is a remake of her old appearance and some other information, her personality is the only thing that remains the same; she is quiet and pretty short-tempered too but she is also very, very sweet and polite!

Her collar has magic that allows her to have human legs. She didn't used it often but that changed when she met Blaze and their gang, following them in many adventures. She can also use this magic on others (to give mermaids/mans legs and to give humans a mermaid/man tail).

As the Princess of the Water Realm, Elvira thought that it was right/it was expected for her to despise fire species/elements; Fortunately, her point of view changed after she began spending more time with Blaze and especially AJ.

Oh no, mommy issues. D:

She used to be a tiny bit of a spoiled little shit too 'cuz her father loves to spoil her each time he can (and we love him for it‼️), but she learned how to be humble and do things for others without expecting something back.

...Yep, she's developed feelings for AJ (and so did him).

She's pansexual.

Apart from Blaze and AJ, her best buddy is actually Zeg.

She plays the piano thanks to her late grandmother inspiring her to do so!

...can you tell I tried to use the BATMM style for humans :3 AKDSKSJS I COULDN'T WAIT TO POST THIS ANYMORE

[chenziee]

Get more info and/or play the Twine game hosted by @/truffyfest here!

The Devil card is the worst ending by the way; set during the Blackbeard vs Heart Pirates fight, it's gore and death and just overall no one is having a good time out there (except me). Very much Dead Dove; Do Not Eat (and it would be worse than it is in the Twine). Just so you know before casting your vote ahaha

The Devil Reversed is the good ending of the same scenario. No gore no death, complete with a cute bonus time-skip.

(Also by reworking I mean editing it so that it can be read as standalone and without the context of the Twine)