#ffs me

[the-yearning-astronaut]

Brain go brrrrrrrr tonight.... I wanna draw I wanna write fic I wanna read book I wanna read science articles I wanna clean my room I wanna crochet I wanna work on packing Etsy orders...

[thedomesticanthropologist]

Me, shaking with anxiety, knowing its caused from putting off work I need to be doing

Also me: Perhaps another cup of coffee and then a nap immediately after would help and also be possible and a good idea

[animationismycomfort]

so….

I’ve given my sonadow kid dead siblings cause I wanted some added angst and some people on here inspired me to do so because of all their sonadow kids so I then made an AU where they’re alive cause I felt really bad about them being dead but now I’ve grown insanely attached to them specifically the oldest and now I just think about my main one as if all of their siblings are alive which means my shadow and sonic just have an army of kids

[inkyquince]

thinkin about Whitney using his bombshell partner to get what he wants.

content warning. Whitney being Whitney, older whitney but not quite deadbeat whitney. free use, whitney renting you out basically, creepy kylar, wren being an actual rival and physical assault. possessive whitney to the point of maybe... being obsessive? BLOODPLAY, LOTS OF BLOODPLAY, who knows.

Late 30's, scruff, leather jacket, owns a bike and the only real investment he made was to get you a flat. Tattooed up and down his body, gets drunk at the pub nightly and stumbles home to you, clambering into bed to run his scruffy cheek along your back, sighing as he enjoys your warmth. Mumbles drunkenly and smiles as you run your fingers through his messy hair.

Knows he's got the only true catch in town. For fuck's sake, he hauled you onto the shitty mattress that was the only thing in the flat when your first moved in, and tattooed his name just below your ass cheek. What's awful for you, is that you think Whitney is the only person you could ever love fully. He's nasty, mean, violent but all it took was one walk home while both trashed, and you quietly knew that you would never ever want someone like you wanted Whitney. And Whitney was yours. Every ugly fight, every slammed door, every time you walked away from him, he came back. You would always just be about to forgive him when he was at your door, flowers stolen from the temple gardens or some house on Danube street. Hiccupped as he struggled to keep upright, waving the flowers and reeking of booze. Spent the night snuggled up to you, dragging his bruised fingers over your side and mumbling something about how good you feel.

Anyway, knows some utter suckers missed their change for you. Sneers at the people who stare at you, obviously longing. Litters your throat with hickeys and makes sure to kiss along your temple when out and about together. Loves dropping by the pharmacy and buying extra large condoms, sneering at Kylar, only to never use the things, abandoned in the bedside drawer beside yours and Whitney's squirreled away cash, growing in size ever since the blond offered to have Bailey buy half of his tattoo parlor to erase your debt.

Hates the fact your still on pleasant terms with your employers. Works because he doesn't ever want you whoring yourself out... Without his permission.

Knows you can have anyone twisted around your perfect little finger, with even just a smile.

Needs some money from Robin, or a favor from Kylar, or whatever? Just brings you along. Just the sight of you as Robin blushing and fidgeting. Drops you off like a playdate and Robin spends the entire time, pressing kisses to your skin with reverence, his money burning a hole in Whitney's pocket, counting down to the second to rip you away from the nerd.

Kylar is easier, the fucking weirdo forks over so much money for your underwear, which Whitney fingered you to orgasm in, over and over. For every plain cotton piece of underwear he swipes, he spends too much on lingerie that... He would greatly enjoy, more than you actually being comfortable in it. Grumbles and picks up the ones you like next time he's at the shop.

Sydney's harder, but always breaks apart in your hands. Just a few kisses to his quivering lips and he's done for. Mouthing at his bottom lip, and he just winds his arms around you, pulling you in closer and closer, before crumbling in your arms, whispering for you to disappear with him into the forest for a bit, get lost in each other. He's ashamed, but everyone knows that he only returned to the Temple when Whitney took you with him for two months the moment River finally let him pass Maths a year after you and the rest already passed.

Whenever short on the rent, the usual suspects pay a pretty dime, from Niki to Leighton, but Whitney has forbade you from ever going back to the estate.

Wren... Wren's the only person who had Whitney's teeth grinding, almost snarling. Card nights were always legendary, especially when moved over to your apartment and no one had to sneak anywhere anymore.

But just one time, he stumbled outside with two others to piss into the bushes, he returned, to find Wren murmuring into your ear, ring clad thumb trailing over your cheek as you laughed and let him cuddle closer.

It wasn't... Sexual.

That's what made Whitney snap. Lunged at the smuggler, ready to start a fight only for Wren to end it. He never lost a fucking brawl in his life, but there he was, laid out on his back, spitting up blood as Wren chuckled, smearing his own bloodied nose over his forearm before shooting you a wink and taking his coat.

"You know where I am, doll"

Whitney leaned up enough to spit at him, bloodied gob hitting his shoe. Swore as he stumbled up before gripping your face between his wrecked hands, crushing a copper tasting blood against your lips.

"I... I am going... To. Fuck. You. Up." He growled, using his split knuckles to drag blood over your mouth, groaning as you licked your lips.

He hadn't been so rough in bed since you and him first got together at his place, sneering at you as he fucked you against the wall, his own parents' words echoing in his ears about him ruining his life, dragging himself down by "courting" such disgusting gutter trash.

You two awoke, his dried blood smeared across your lips and cheeks and down your body, shaped into kisses. Whitney washed them away in the shower, hands dragging over your skin, weakly lathered up bubbles swirling around the drain.

"Don't go to him."

"Hm?" You ducked your face underneath the shower stream, letting the face wash run off.

"I'll kill him if you go to him. Then I'll kill you. Then I drink myself to death. No happy ending in that cute little cottage, traipsing around in an apron and wearing his ring, gotcha?" Whitney still hadn't washed off his own blood from last night, more preoccupied with watching you get clean yourself from last night.

"Not going to leave you for Wren." You snorted quietly, before turning to him, tugging him properly under the water spray. "Now, hand over the shampoo, there's blood in your hair."

Whitney ducked his head, allowing you to clean him up.

"Good. You're too good for him." Whitney winced as water ran down his barely healed nose. "Too good for me too, but your dumbass hasn't realized that yet."

BIG Big BIG shout out to @undead-merman for that Whitney line about fucking you up, we love one horny lad hyping up the most self indulgent shit known to man.

[murderousginger]

Please explain why I can like... Get massively hurt and not flinch but calling the doctor for a checkup is like... The scariest thing ever???

[emberandshadow]

Hi so if you follow me you’ll know I’m very oblivious;

I just fucking connected that Anti says “Forgotten, or just too afraid to remember” in the Detention part 2 video

And then recently we had that whole thing with Jack waking up and saying “I remember what he did to me”

[pastlechips]

I’ve been feeling really off lately. Some of you who know me will know this happens from time to time so I may be a little quieter/less present that usual. I’ll be fine though, don’t worry about that, I just need to get out of my own head.

[capillaryspice]

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