#and my limbs are being weird

[spookyboywhump]

WRITING????? SOME WRITING???????

CW: pet whump, beating, asphyxiation

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 Nicholas had let them out of their cell that day. It was an unpleasant surprise to the both of them, nobody other than Cain ever opened that door, and for a moment the two of them sat there silently, staring at him, until he rolled his eyes and *ordered* them out. Wren didn’t know if Zander felt the same way, but he was far too nervous to refuse.

 “Where the fuck is Cain?” Zander asked bluntly as they followed Nicholas back into the main part of the house. The man didn’t answer at first, and Wren would’ve left it at that but he pressed him again anyway. “Huh? Where’s your boyfriend at, why isn’t he the one letting us out-” “He’s running late. He asked that I allow you two out though, but if  you don’t shut your mouth I’ll gladly return you to your room. I wouldn’t mind some alone time with the puppy.” He said, and Zander immediately went silent. Wren could feel his face going red just from the suggestion, the way Nicholas spoke about him always made him sick. 

 They were ordered to kneel in the living room so Nicholas could keep an eye on them while he waited for Cain. He’d purposefully pulled Wren closer to him when he sat down, gently petting his hair with one hand. Wren found himself looking to Zander, wishing there was something he could do to help him, to get him away from him, but they both knew he couldn’t, not now anyway. He tried to just let himself relax, zone out and focus on anything else. This would stop as soon as Cain arrived, Nicholas would have to take his hands off him then. He just didn’t know how long that would take, and once again he was reminded how much he hated relying on Cain for his safety. He winced as Nicholas suddenly tangled a hand in his hair, yanking his head back and forcing him to look up at him.

 “There you are, pretty thing…” He hummed. “I’ve missed you, you know.” He said, smiling at him. Wren started to respond to him, say something mean and snarky, but he chose not to, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes at him instead. Anything to avoid giving away just how scared he was around him. It seemed to bother him enough that he let go of his hair only to roughly push him away from him, like he didn’t want him now that he wouldn’t react how he wished he would. He considered it to be a blessing, immediately going to sit at Zander’s side. He felt safer almost immediately. 

 “You’re an awfully annoying pair.” Nicholas said, casually leaned back on the sofa as he looked them over. “Cain really did such a poor job training the two of you, were you my pets you’d never get away with the way you behave.”

 “Glad we aren’t yours then.” Zander snapped at him, glaring at him from his spot on the floor.

 “No, you’re not mine… yet, anyway.” He said, causing the boys to exchange a worried glance. “I mean, Cain has already started bringing up the idea of us living together, and if that were the case, you would be under my supervision relatively often.” He said, looking somewhat amused at the idea. “And really, imagine if we were to get married, I think you two would become our property, you would just be stuck with us for the rest of your miserable lives.” 

 “Gross.” Wren muttered under his breath. He had his doubts about whether or not either man could actually feel love, but still, the idea that they could be so deeply in love with one another that they would get married was making him sick. He kept his eyes on the floor when Nicholas turned is attention back to him, and Zander seemed to instinctively put an arm around his shoulders, and for just a moment, he thought it would be funny to bother Nicholas. He wouldn’t act out directly, that would be too risky, so instead, he just cuddled up to Zander’s side, rested his head against him, and then looked at Nicholas, locking eyes with him. He failed to suppress a smile, and at first he thought it was hilarious seeing that flash of rage and jealousy in his eyes- but that very quickly changed.

 His expression suddenly went cold again, and he got to his feet. Wren’s first thought was to stay close to Zande, he was scared Nicholas would try to yank him away, but he realized Nicholas wasn’t actually looking at him. Instead, his attention was on Zander.

 Zander barely had time to question him before he was suddenly grabbed by the collar, roughly pulled away from Wren so he had no choice but to let go of him. He didn’t have time to even try to defend himself before Nicholas hit him in the face, sending a spattering of blood onto the white rug as Zander cried out.

 “What the fuck?!” He shouted, but Nicholas just hit him again, and Wren jumped to his feet in a panic, he wasn’t thinking he just knew ne needed to stop this. 

 “Let go of him!” He begged, grabbing onto Nicholas’ arm, and while he did let go of his hold on Zander it was only to roughly push Wren to the floor, nearly knocking him on his back, but he still desperately tried to plead with him, hurrying to get on his knees. “Please- he- he didn’t do anything!” He cried, and Nicholas sneered at him, bringing a foot down on Zander’s back as he tried to stand back up.

 “He didn’t need to do anything, now did he?” He kicked Zander onto his side, not giving him any chance to catch his breath before he kicked him in the stomach, the man gasping as he struggled to breathe. 

 “S-sir, please, just- just punish me instead!” He begged, but Nicholas ignored him, there was a reason he wasn’t taking this out on Wren, he wanted Zander to suffer for what he had done Zander could’ve fought back, but he wouldn’t, not when Cain would be back any moment, all he could do was attempt to protect himself as Nicholas continued to beat him mercilessly. 

Wren wasn’t sure when he’d finally tire himself out or be satisfied, but finally he seemed to give up, after resting his foot on Zander’s throat and cutting off his ability to breathe for a few moments, he finally stepped back. Wren could see Zander more clearly now, lying limp on the floor, for a moment he thought he was unconscious but he could see his eyes barely opened, he looked dazed as he looked around, finally looking to Wren, and he looked so sad and hurt, it broke his heart. He didn’t care if it would upset Nicholas more, he jumped up and hurried over to him, carefully helping him to sit up before he knelt down with him. If it bothered Nicholas, which he was sure it did, he didn’t say anything. 

 The attack seemed to have ended just in time as they heard the front door, and Cain’s voice call through the house letting them know he was home. For a moment, the boys held their breath, thankful this was finally *over*, they could finally be left alone. Nicholas seemed to compose himself in time for Cain to walk into the room, looking downright exhausted until he saw the state Zander was in. He looked shocked for a moment, but that quickly shifted to anger as he narrowed his eyes.

 ”What did you do?” He asked sternly.

 “I didn’t-!” Zander started, only for Nicholas to cut him off.

 “He tried to bite me when I reached for the pup. I normally would let you handle his punishments darling but, I felt he could use a more immediate lesson.” He said calmly, and Cain didn’t seem to think twice about it.

 “No, that’s fine, the fucking mutt has to learn somehow.” He said, sounding irritated as he approached Zander, only to abruptly slap him across the face. “I thought I’ve told you to fucking behave!” He snapped. “You can’t follow one simple order?! And you went and got blood on my carpet?!” When Zander tried to throw his arms up to defend himself  from another strike Cain grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to face him.

 “W-wait- sir, that- that’s not what happened!” Wren tried to insist, but Nicholas spoke up the second it looked like Cain would give him any consideration.

 “Really love? You’re going to lie for that useless mutt?” He said, sounding disappointed. “I thought you could be good, good boys don’t lie to their owner, do they?” He asked, his eyebrows raised. Somehow Wren got the feeling that if he didn’t go along with it, Nicholas would only make the situation much worse for them. 

 “N-No… no sir…” He whimpered, looking away when Cain glared at him. 

 “Stay there, and keep your mouth shut.” He ordered him, pulling Zander to his feet by his hair and leading him away, the man swearing under his breath as he was forced to follow him, leaving Wren alone with Nicholas. Somehow he had a feeling that he wasn’t just taking him back to their cell. 

 He wanted to just keep his head down, reaching a hand up to wipe at his eyes as he struggled to keep from crying. He didn’t mean for this to happen, he didn’t know Nicholas would lash out like this, especially not at Zander. He couldn’t believe it was his fault this had happened, and more than anything he wished he could just apologize to him, wished he could at least just be with him. He tensed up when Nicholas knelt down behind him, pulling him into his arms and pressing a kiss to his cheek that had him shivering in disgust. 

 “Are you happy, love?” He asked, his voice low. “Was all this worth it?” 

 It wasn’t, he never would’ve done it if he thought this would happened, but he refused to admit that to Nicholas, instead choosing to keep his mouth shut, just like he’d been told to. He didn’t want to cause any more trouble, after all.

#whump #my writing #my oc's #wren #zander #cain #nicholas #pet whump #beating #asphyxiation tw #i want to write a second part #with zander's thoughts and the aftermath #i just #dont know when #i can do that #idk how good the editing is #im very tired #and my limbs are being weird #so here you go!

[butchhansolo]

in-universe "logistics" aside, i think it's good that echo has the permanent scomp arm instead of a hand for like. real-world representation reasons.

in star wars sure they have fully articulated replacement prosthetics but we very much don't have that in real life, and i feel like echo with the scomp is good rep for that. he's one of the most competent characters and i think it's good to show that he can do All That as he is, especially with how irl people with only one hand usually are very capable, even more if they've been living with it for a long time, and very rarely do we see that in media.

like, mark hamill once said he talked to a kid for a make a wish thing who was about to have his arm amputated, and the kid said that he wasn't worried because luke did it too. i think that's important

#tbb #echo #.txt #the bad batch #arc trooper echo #SORRY MUTUALS this has been on my mind since i saw some people being really weird/Actually Ableist about it on twitter back in january and #that post going around just reminded me of it #NOT THAT OP WAS SAYING ANYTHING PARTICULARLY BAD bc like yeah utilitarially a multitool type arm could probably be useful #just imo its nice to have real world rep #also im still taking psychic damage from some of the twitter shit it was like how echo would ''have relief at having a proper hand'' or sth #like um. thats not very ummmm.... thats not really a good thing to say-- #with regards to like. a lot of people with limb differences dont feel any particular desire to have a standard limb and a replacement #isnt necessarily the best for everyone or what everyone wants #and acting like all people who dont have standard are all suffering and sad about it is demeaning and patronizing #twitter users when theyve never read about people with limb differences from those people's perspectives #twitter users when theyve never heard of the Lucky Fin Project #sorry for going off agh prosthetics are what i plan on studying & specializing in so i read a lot about this stuff

[irenespring]

Me: I'm going to get back into writing fanfiction for a fun creative writing outlet, while I work on other humanities and social sciences in classwork :) Also me: Has now read at least one official medical study, multiple interest/support group and government reports, and several online testimonials re: House's possible amputation vs. non-narcotic pain treatments sans amputation, and now has a pretty good mental chart going of decidedly STEM things.

I have been tricked into researching STEM. Creative writing has betrayed me.

#house md #gregory house #fanfiction #hatecrimes md #if anyone is interested my research so far: it seems like while phantom limb pain is likely #it is manageable using the same things he would otherwise use + other things not otherwise available #and is more likely to go away and/or be less severe #the study conducted using data from people who suffered multiple kinds of chronic pain shows 81% were glad they amputated #not to mention that the House TV show “we create medical fact” ethos suggests House has a random cure for phantom limb pain #based on that one s6 episode #I now know many weird medical things that I only sort of understand but could possibly be used in writing #Is this what being a House screenwriter feels like? #This explains why some episodes are medically dubious: a bunch of humanities majors with loose grasps of medicine just rolling with it #Anyway I'm still unlikely to write a longer fic about this specific issue unless I do more research over time

[fayewoods-2]

why the Fuck am i vaguely shaky and why do all my limbs just randomly give out

and the wind from the fans touching me is so weird

i dont like it

and the heat from my laptop either

and the fans are so loud

and whoevers playing with their pencil case

i hate zippers

its quietest its ever been in this class but its so loud

#i think im just overstimulated #idk about my limbs being weird #but otherwise overstimulation im guessing

[unsanctitude]

i made a sanrio oc who is an old man deeply afraid of going to hell

#sorry for putting a catholic on your dash but i did kind of make him just to put him through horrors #the sheeps will be ok #father marion #my art #my oc #alpaca #sheep #lamb #centaur #priest #character design #TW: #body horror #just in case #but hes fluffy about it #i have more characters in mind to go in tandem with him but ill work on them later #him being sanrio is kind of a joke i really just wanted an evangelical old man with an adorable button face and weird limbs #i didnt even go into the design with the intent to make him an alpaca it just kind of happened #and theres the thing where alpacas irl are integrated in sheep flocks to act as guardians. its fitting for a priest #hes still going to be put through the horrors through #AND i love him. #had no idea this is what i wanted in an oc but it makes sense

[imminent-danger-came]

Nimoma has good emotional payoff and animation but nothing else to really write home about TBH

It's very SPOP in that way, where the arcs and scenes are solid when viewed outside of the media in gifset or clip form but don't work as well when actually watching what they're from

For sure! I think that's a problem she-ra and toh both share with Nimona—they struggle with setup but then go ham on the payoff, which leaves everything feeling somewhat unearned.

The end of the movie bugged me in particular—Ballister's 180 with calling Nimona a monster (something he KNOWS pushes her to the brink) after one conversation with his ex-boyfriend was...I think out of place?

Normally if you have a character make a wrong choice like that you, as the audience, would be questioning the whole movie if they had ever REALLY changed. Was Ballister's loyalty truly to Nimona or to the Institute/Goldenloin? But, by that point in the movie they had really sold me on Ballister's complete acceptance of Nimona and disregard of the institute, so....why would he turn on Nimona then? I'm surprised they didn't do this plot the other way, which would instead have only made it seem like Ballister betrayed Nimona, you know? Like they did in Tangled. That way you don't undo Ballister's movie long arc with one scene, but you can still have Nimona go berserk and make her way into the heart of the city.

There were also a couple of other things that felt kinda dropped by the end. Ballister being the first commoner to become a knight? The Queen's important role in this society? This kingdom's prejudice going SO deep that not even a child would give Nimona a chance after saving their life, yet blowing up the wall changed everyone's minds in the end?

There were a lot of good pieces, but they weren't quite put together in the right ways.

#I think a lot of my dislike of the movie might have been just differences in taste #That movie was NOT my sense of humor and I disliked how they handled some things #Like...it kinda bugged me how they went about Ballister's prosthetic limb I won't lie. #I also don't know if Nimona ''not wanting to be a monster'' yet also wanting to cause so much destruction around her worked for me #Or at least not the way it was done #Like. I'm ALL for a character that wants to hurt others because of the way they've been hurt. That's based. #But that's not...really what they did? Or at least I don't think so #Like she's not REALLY a villain but she did sincerely want Ballister to be. #She values life. But she also wants to murder people? She wants violence??? Idk. It was a weird mix #She's SO sad that child was scared of her but earlier she like. Completely fucks up another kid's game. For no reason. #God and Nimona being 1000 years old makes a lot of her actions kinda weird. She feels so 14 to me yet she's immortal afssf #Also just not that big a fan of the trope where it's revealed ''this ancient legend was actually kids the whole time!!!'' #but I know that's just my tastes #HOWEVER. I also think it made the movie weaker in certain aspects. #Prejudice is learned. So making it feel SO ingrained into the very beings of this world's people #IDK man did not hit it's mark for me #the queer allegory was legitimately very good though. loved that #asks #shera critical #toh critical #nimona critical #I will say skimming this movie for a second time was way more enjoyable for me #maybe I was just in a bad mood yesterday sfdjklsfdjkl #I think some of my points still stand though

[thatfaerieprincess]

if one more well meaning relative asks me if i have done any drawing recently i will start screaming and flip a table 🤪🙃

#it's not their fault!! it's not!!! I'm known for being The One Who Draws #they usually get updates from my parents sending out pictures of things I drew for assignments for school for years!! they haven't gotten #anything new in a long time!! #it's not their fault to ask hey have u been making anything new?? #but also if one more person asks I'll literally go fucking nuts I will start screaming crying throwing up #I will begin tearing myself limb from limb #especially if it's my grandma who I see literally every week and she in fact knows I have not been drawing #it's worse when she asks bc then it's also with that quiet pity of someone who assumes I probably haven't but hopes that I have #ANYWAY SORRY I JUST HAD TO PUT THIS SOMEWHERE #I'm doing my best and I'm not in a great space and I'm trying real hard to try and figure out who the fuck I am when my entire life isn't #Completeing Assignments #bc since middle school I have been nothing much outside of a Complete Assignments Machine #and I've found ways to bring my humor and my creativity and things I enjoy INTO Completeing Assignments #but I've somehow then learned I can ONLY do these things if they're for Completeing Assignments #and now I have graduated college and I'm trying to get a fucking job and move somewhere new and my life isn't Completeing Assignments anymor #and I haven't relearned how to have creative fun ideas outside of the assignments framework #but I want to get there again #but I need everyone to stop asking me if I have made any art recently #bc I think for a while the answer is going to be no and if it's not no it's gonna be yes but I'll have made something so fucking weird #you're going to wish I had said no and not explained that I was building a dead rat puppet #im a rambling sam

[a-vicious-faithless-angel]

Random doodle dump [･۝･]

Callith is a new mc oc based on Minecraft Dungeons (I have another drawing with another mcd oc) :))

Then we got a doodle of Alex, Sally n Simon

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#cof #cry of fear #minecraft #we happy few #whf #Callith Igraine (oc) #sally boyle #alex minecraft #simon henriksson #fanart #art #digital art #my art #drawing in a 1950s cartoon style (well attempting) #has actually been really helpful with getting used to wronky stuff n not being afraid of the weird looking body/limbs

[worstloki]

Thor, known hero: You're on speaker so behave.

Loki, known villain: or what, you'll spank me?

Steve: >.>

Tony: >.>

Natasha: >.>

Bruce: >.>

Clint: >.>

#Loki and Thor being familiar can be something so beloved #''Loki. Loki. Loki. Loki.'' ''WHAT'' ''Amora did a thing and now all my limbs tingle weird'' ''Ugh. ok. did you try lavender?'' ''thank u'' #Tony: hey Thor let me see your phone for a second-- #Thor: [clutching it to his chest] you will not use it for information. Loki has likely warded his phone. maybe mine too i don't know #Tony: oh come on #Loki and Thor meeting up and doing stuff when not facing each other in battle is so <3 #Thor and Loki joke flirting and all the Avengers losing it #Loki showing up at Thor's place like hello brother do u have any coloured pins laying around #Thor and Loki video calling each other the day after a battle when they're both still healing from injuries they gave each other #clint gritting his teeth like r u for real texting loki right now. and thor not paying attention is like ya did u want to ask him something #Natasha: you realize he could be using you for information? he could be trying to figure out the layout of the building or the team dynamic #Thor: what? Loki isn't like that. #Natasha: he's an enemy #Thor: he really doesn't need me to find out those sorts of things #Bruce like i can't believe you broke your brothers arm and he kept fighting and Thor is like haha yeah i am proud of him <3 #Steve: you need to stop referring to the tower as our lair #Thor: but-- #Steve: it's not a lair that makes it sound like we're the bad guys here #Thor: :/ #Steve: Loki put you up to this didn't he #Thor: no but he did suggest I start calling you my master and I am now considering it #Loki absolutely knows the Avengers find it weird when Thor and he are casual so he starts teasing more often #sometimes the Avengers are too embarrassed to look him in the eyes when the next fight comes #Thor and Loki being on opposite sides but also setting time aside to hang out and try and mend their relationship is so >>>

[minty-bubblegum]

There's no cheezy moon to my minty bubblegum dramatic sigh I'm so bored 😔

#moony 🌕 #But my cramps were so bad this morning I was crying 😭😭 #And also I can barely move out of bed 😔😔 #Smg #I HATE THIS SHIT #plus puberty weird asl so no I'm just 10x more aggressive 😢😢 #I DON'T LIKE BEING MEAN BUT I'M PROBABLY GOING TO BE SO BITCHY UGH #I WANT TO RIP MY BODY APART LIMB BY LIMB AND THEN REARRANGE MY ORGANS #MY BACK HURTS SO BADD TOOOOO 😭😭😭 #WAHHHHHHH #god knew I'd be too powerful with a dick #😾😾 #Any moots up 🥺🥺 #Y'all wanna uh idk 🥺🥺 #PUNCHES school in the face #I know it's gonna suck when I go back tomorrow 😭😭 #At least I don't have to be near those weirdos called my classmates for a day #Only a select few I actually like #I miss Kate 😔😔 #She's the only one who keeps me going thru every day bc she's in all my classes #Also we're married too so like 😋 #I miss you moon even tho las night you exploded my inbox with “no maidens” bc I used up all my posts. 😔 #So bored :3

[nomaishuttle]

ohhh fml i was like maybe i cn stya up a bit late after all its weekend tomorrow. no it fucking isnt today was thursday i have work tmrw everything is evil always

#gonna get ready 4 bed ig.. i wanna try n wake up at ermm 545 bc ive been sleeping in far too much and ive barely been brushing my teeth in #the mornings ive mostly just been doing mouthwash #aughhh idk why my body is being so dire today my thighs r doing the incredibly weak and fatigued thing again. i feel like that tweet thats #like im probably nonbinary but i have a job so idc abt that rn but its i probably have some undiagnosed physical disorders but i live in a #garage so idc abt that rn #idk. its been going on for a couple years but its been getting worse to the point i can barely move my legs when it happens #that and then my limbs have been falling asleep very quickly even when theres nothing thyat would like. im not laying on them or anything #ill just be walking or something arms at my sides and one or both will get rly bad pins and needles #and it rly sucks and is weird. but again i live in a fucking garage so it is fr the least of my worries #like rn at my computer typing my arm isnt resting on anything or having any pressure put on it and my hand is falling asleep. UGH #it has been happening a ton with my hands i get this weirxd sensation in my wrist/palm zone that like. idk #its weird and i should prolly get it checked out but i dont have a dr rn and like. worst case scenario i chop my arms off and either surviv #and have a good story or i die and dont have to go to work anymore. so

[orcelito]

Surprisingly not that into the "uncanny Vash" trend. Bc like while I am an unrepentant monsterfucker & I LOVE when he gets super inhuman in appearance. A lot of these "uncanny vash" things just... don't feel like him. It feels like knock-off horror portrayals slapped onto his face.

For the ones that actually work with what he is, I LOVE it. But the ones that r just trying to make him some unrelated horror caricature... I'm just not into it.

#speculation nation #not main tagging this bc i dont wanna poop on ppl's fun #bc ultimately it's harmless so im not Truly complaining #it just doesnt feel like him much of the time. so im not reblogging them lol #i think he truly has the ability to be uncanny but it manifests more in the ways he moves & the biological oddities of the plants #being a bit physically Off. a bit too long of limbs. maybe some glowing eyes. the second set of lids. the too-sharp teeth of Course. #he is something inhuman masquerading as a human. and that can manifest in a lot of ways #i think my biggest problem with the trend is the ways ppl r pushing their ideas of Uncanny onto him #i saw mention of like vash suddenly Growing Taller. which does not track. aside from the feathers & angel arm #his body is actually quite static. he's able to move in really weird ways (Super Flexible. perhaps even unnaturally so. smth else uncanny) #but he Never changes form. his body is his body. aside from the times it decides to get a lil feathery with it lol #in terms of aus Sure ok the uncanny thing is just a fun thing for people to explore #but im much more interested in exploring the oddities of his physical form as he is in canon #so much potential right there. so much left unsaid. so much to extrapolate from. #im not going to lose interest in canon vash so long as im interested in this manga. and that's a promise.

[mushroom-for-art]

This is what I think of while I'm at work, multiverse brain stuff featuring the wonderful perfect holdable smoochable loveable surrender all my possessions to Fidget (And Ivy is mentioned and also all those things), belonging to @blues-sues, hope you enjoy my bullshit

Loopholes!!! I will finds them!!

"Welcome to the dreaded brain world, full of mystery, horror, romance and mostly just horrid angst and being rotated for 5 hours at a time, ha!" Matt threw his hands about posing in emphasis to his words before throwing his hands up and lightly slapping the other Mewtwo, an individual of dark purples, on the back which caused them to jolt slightly forward in surprise with casual disregard for personal space.

Fidget spun round in a panic, eyeing up the other Mewtwo, "you shouldn't touch me!" His voice filled with an awareness of his danger to others as his eyes frantically scanned over the red individual waiting for their state to rapidly deteriorate with purple and rot. Matt held his hands up in surrender casually floating back but still hanging close as his feet found the floor again.

"Sorry! Not the touchy type then? Shoulda known that was on me," with a hand he rubbed the back of his neck, "sorry again." Fidget watched his brows coming together in confusion.

"I…." he hesitated unsure what words he needed, "I'm, poisonous, how, are you fine?" Despite knowing better he leant his upper body closer to the red individual, "are you, immune?" He tried to not let the hope creep into his voice. Matt blinked at him with wide slightly vacantly stupid eyes.

"Huh, you are?" Matt looked at him and made a noise, "that, does explain the purple, but uh if you're poisonous then," he glanced at the hand which slapped Fidgets back before snorting, dumbfound, "OH! Yea!" He snorted again in laughter looking back at Fidget, grabbing his elbow he pulled off his arm and after a few seconds the psychic illusion dropped revealing a prosthetic, "not my real hand!" He grinned wrinkling his snout, "neithers the other it's just psychic energy." He chuckled again as Fidget stared at him bewildered.

"Aren't you, worried about handling that? It might have my poison on it still?" Fidget watched the prosthetic flop as Matt twisted it about making a sound.

"Oh yea..guess it could. I'll just stick it in the washing machine or something." He grinned again as Fidget blinked, 'washing machine???' he puzzled.

"That isn't going in the washing machine you numpty or the dishwasher it's not machine safe!" a different voice yelled from elsewhere aimed at Matt as Fidget glanced brows furrowed in deep confusion as Matt made a noise sticking his tongue out in the general direction of the voice though Fidget couldn't see anybody yet.

"Bugger, guess I gotta wash this by hand then, with a wet wipe or somethin'," with a casual shrug he went to reattach his arm only for a new individual of deep gray blues to grab the prosthetic at the connection port and steal it flying off with it casually.

"No you're not, I'll be needing that thank you," her voice was casual, cool and mocking as she shot off with the prosthetic as Matt stood looking baffled before promptly yelling, "HEY!" After the Mewtwo who has already disappeared. Fidget swallowed uncomfortably hoping to not know what they wanted with his poison.

Matt threw his remaining psychic hand in the air as what was left of his other arm raised in emphasis to join before both his shoulders dropped down with his psychic hand bumping his side, "unbelievable, can you believe that," Matt moved to point with his stub pausing and motioning with his psychic arm pointing after the other Mewtwo, "honest, leaving me armless like that." Fidget could only provide an awkward smile looking at Matt in pure confusion while occasionally glancing at the psychic false arm seeing it shimmer and sway with energy.

Fidget jumped a flinch ducking his head down and taking a step back at the giant Mewtwo that seemed to appear besides him, a towering 9 foot maybe more he wasn't sure, sporting darker colors than standard and a fluffed tail.

"What's all the commotion over here, some of us are busy, Matthew." The tall individual didn't regard Fidget watching Matt who cringed with his tongue out at the using of that name.

"Darkness stole my prosthetic which I kinda need to like do things and interact with my new buddy here," moving with casual abandon he wrapped his psychic arm around Fidgets shoulders without pulling him too close, his psychic energy was warm on Fidgets shoulders and felt wobbly ripples of overconfident aura warmed Fidget through the contact, "he's poisonous so kinda need like arm that's not gonna absorb poisons," Matt shrugged at the taller two followed by looking back at Fidget, "no offense." Matt offered a smile in apology as Fidget awkwardly shrugged since he wasn't wrong.

With an awkward vocalization of distress and confusion purple psychic energy lifted and moved Matt to the side, "and any less consideration with your mobility would've resulted in your friends shoulder into your chest plate and a hefty poisoning no doubt, your lack of spatial awareness is, something alright." The tall one casually swayed his hand to the side as he removed the weird warmth of Matts psychic from Fidgets shoulders as Fidget once more swallowed having not realized how close he was to potentially hurting his friend.

"And why don't you simply create a psychic barrier over yourself if you're so worried about poisoning?" The tall one finally regarded Fidget looking at him with a steely level gaze, "observe," the tall Mewtwo raised a hand and Fidget leant back.

"I - I wouldn't really! My poison is really really bad it'd be quite serious if-!" The hand touched his forehead and he froze, much like Matts psychic arm there was an odd sensation the touch was both cool and warm, he could sense a barrier of sorts preventing direct skin on skin, but unlike gloves and other protective measures it didn't feel rough or squeak as a thumb idly moved rubbing casually above his brow below his horns. The psychic energy was more stable and didn't wobble the same way Matts did and it almost assured Fidget with the level of confidence and strength behind it, the aura was cool but not freezing as the psychic energy faintly warmed like a cool gel that warmed with body temperature.

Blinking and slowly lifting his gaze upwards the tall one was glancing over at Matt still slightly levitating for psychic energy as though scruffed, "You see? A simple barrier is all you need."

"Ohhh…like a psychic condom for your fingers."

The hand moved from Fidgets forehead to accusingly point at Matt, "you unspeak that from existence right now you horrid wretched waste of breath and space." Fidget frowned at the loss of touch and the harsh tone of the taller two but noticed Matt simply beamed at him with his tail wagging behind him, clearly proud of himself for causing such a reaction.

The hand unconsciously returned to Fidgets forehead palm resting on the top of his head as he blinked and quietly allowed and enjoyed the sensation of touch.

"That's all well and good but not all of us are as gifted as you are Axel, some of us are a bit shit.," Matt shrugged within his scruff as the tall one Axel exhaled a deep sigh rubbing his temple with his spare hand.

"Yes I'm aware of how much my genes have deteriorated and what has unfortunately arisen from that." Fidget quietly wondered if he should even still be there but the gently touch on his head was still there and still nice but he had the self control and awareness not to shove into the touch less Axel pay attention to him again.

From the sky the prosthetic fell and hit Matt on the head causing him to wince with an oof before clumsily catching it with his psychic hand and gasping realizing the hand had hit his head.

"Stop panicking doofus I cleaned the poison and any residual poison off its sterile won't kill ya unless I beat you to death with it," the dark mewtwo from before glided past casually, "Hi Fidget, bye Fidget." he blinked awkwardly wondering how she knew his name as she passed. "having fun there grandpappy?" Her mouth turned into a taunting grin before she was once more gone flying off. Axel watched after her confused before realizing his hand was still situated on Fidgets head. He slowly lifted his touch with a faint huff like exhale turning his head away.

"As I demonstrated, no poisoning, but I suppose you'll just have to make do with your false parts." Axel turned, his feet leaving the ground as he floated away as Matt was dropped after reattaching his arm.

"Yea thanks for that! I'll remember your weird advice when I get powers, come back whenever you're ready to admit you actually want interaction with your own kind rather than denying it and thinking yourself better!" Matt hollered after the large mewtwo who either didn't hear or chose to ignore him.

Wandering back over to Fidgets side his prosthetic hand pat his shoulder, "sorry about all that, crazy family crazy situations and stuff, happens all the time here." Fidget nodded memorizing how the prosthetic fingers articulated and felt against his skin, cooler now that he took note of it and not as defined as usual mewtwo hands missing the ball like finger ends, but the way they wrapped around his shoulder and offered a light squeeze was unusually pleasant and welcome.

"Yes it's quite strange here… but.. I guess I might enjoy it. Especially if I find my sister." Fidget nodded to himself, while enjoying the attention he missed Ivy and hoped she was okay.

"Well, let's go look yea? She'll be here somewhere, probably being rotated." Matt grinned walking ahead before stopping and offering out his hand, with a moment of cautious hesitation Fidget sighed and took the hand to go with.

"She isn't actually being rotated is she?" He asked as he floated along keeping steady pace with Matts walking, not at all reassured by his shrug.

"Dunno! Maybe? We'll see!" Fidget raised a confused brow but floated along, not minding how the fingers squeezed his hand feeling them growing warm with contact.

#My writing #My ocs #Mewtwo oc Matt #Mewtwo oc Darkness #Mewtwo oc Axel #@blues-sues Fidget #@blues-sues oc #@blues-sues Ivy mention #Tw poison mention #Tw possibility of death #Don't worry no one dies #I found loophole binch ¦3 I touch the Fidget #Can get poisoned through limbs that are not real or biological (but like Matt be sure to fucking wash it) #Axel shows up purely to dunk on others and then leaves #Fidget just the subject of en touch #Axel: I hate other Mewtwo. Also Axel: *keeps having weird paternal moments with other twos* #Like my guy XD just pets Fidgets head essentially and is soft on Phlurriis two #Fidget is the only one with braincells and sense Matt has 0 self preservation #Darkness also being vaguely evil dunno why she needs or wants fidget poison she just wrote herself into existence there #cw mature humor #There is mention of a condom but it's purely comedic and has nothing to do with like sex it's just Matt saying stuff to annoy axel

[tryingonametaphor]

side eye at the artist who spends all their time trash talking 1) their non-otp, 2) fandom creators making harmless content for said non-otp, and 3) the character who “gets in the way of their ship” instead of just creating content for their otp and talking about that

#found them bc they were trash talking a sweet edit someone made with bujomoss and my art #not the art but the edit. like how are you a creator dragging down other creators minding their own fucking business? ew #it was literally just an edit with apocalyptic byler art #calling will byers a thing. non stop engaging with bylers. being weird in general like… okay #ofc this was on twt #why did i log in and check what’s up with sttwt. it’s like waking up from a good nights rest and getting your limbs sawed off #thoughts #if you’re an artist making fun of other artists and creators (especially people who are just starting out) shame on you btw #you weren’t born with the ability to create

[byakuyasdarling]

I love how I was finally starting to recover and my dad says that as of next week I’m not allowed to draw anymore between 8am-3pm and can only do “productive things”. Like what? I don’t have a job. It was the only thing that was keeping me productive and happy. I know it’s not taken away from me completely but those are big hours for me.

And I don’t think I need to explain how art is so emotionally important to me.

#yay I am back to being fucking miserable and wanting to kill myself every 5 seconds! I’m not even joking! #I want to fucking rip my limbs apart is the most violent way conceivable. #but I will internalise this urge because people really don’t like me when I’m weird and suicidal!! people ojly want to see me at my best. #*only// #maybe not anymore. maybe not you all #but my family does. they want the old me back. I can’t be her anymore. #I will not do it because I will be in so much trouble. #I’m probably going to get reported and shadowbanned for this — there goes my clout #but I’m too - idk what to call it — dissociated to care #I will tag this in hopes of not triggering others #tw s/h #s/h tw #tw s/h mention #s/h mention tw #vent tw #tw vent #tw sui ideation #sui ideation tw #tw negative #negative tw #parental mention #ask to tag #I could conceivably rally my family against it but he wouldn’t listen and I’ll be told to shut up and stop telling others and obey. #I remember when things used to be good. #I’ve been fucking coerced into a position where I need a job badly and will take up literally anything #tw self harm #self harm tw #cw self harm #self harm cw

[magimagali]

i had a brief night terror last night, which has never happened to me before

#was fucked up #i felt like i was being strangled or like something really hostile was in the room with me #i woke up and sort of saw/imagined this black shadowy body floating in front of my bed that had really mangled and deformed limbs #like bent in weird directions #i only really got a glimpse of it #but yeah #i sort of startled up and felt this sense of danger but i was also so sleepy and disoriented #fuckin crazy #hope it's not the lexapro??? #but also i feel like last monday had something to do with it i'm still not over it #cuz it wasn't only getting in an accident but also the whole experience i had prior #which i still feel the residue of it's just hanging over me like a cloud #i'm sick from it ....... #hopefully i don't develop fuckin acute stress disorder