#my ankle can barely take my weight and my hip won't move properly

[themathomhouse]

this disability pride month, stop making jokes about people in wheelchairs standing up or walking.

can I stand and walk? sure, for a short while and with pain. the consequences for trying to be out all day without a wheelchair are that I'll be in bed for the rest of the week, too tired and in too much pain to move.

but the government won't give me my own wheelchair because they have the same attitude as these jokes - I can stand up, so I don't need one. exercise is good for you, you should walk!

it keeps me trapped in the house, unable to do anything more than short stints anywhere without borrowing or hiring a wheelchair - one that causes me pain to sit in and relies on someone to push me (usually with difficulty), because they're not going to have a high-end chair for that sort of thing.

it's not a miracle that a wheelchair user can stand or walk. it's something we should aspire to see more often.

#disability #disability pride month #chronic fatigue #fibromyalgia #cfs/me #post exertional malaise #like fucking hell people we should really be long past this by now #why am I seeing these bullshit jokes on my dash in twenty fucking twenty three #i did a short walk to a cafe yesterday because I thought I was up to it #and my right leg has seized up #my ankle can barely take my weight and my hip won't move properly #also lol I almost certainly have hEDS but cannot persuade a doctor to give me a referral #in summary #stop being fucking dense #i would rather people who don't need mobility aids use them than have people struggle because they don't want to be seen as a faker #or have people think that you have to reach a certain level of severity before you need it #also if I had a wheelchair I would bring my cat with me more places but that's by the by

[britishassistant]

The multiple Yuus' suffering won't end yet.

I feel like Villain! Yuu and Villainous Paranoiac! Yuu are similar personality-wise but do you mind switching them too?

I can imagine them sleeping with one eye open in their new world, cuz they don't trust anyone.

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

You cover your nose and mouth to muffle your breathing as best you can.

Costumed adults run past your hiding place, crouched behind a series of pipes. They’re boiling hot, feeling like they could burn through your thin pajama sleeves even though you’re trying to keep your distance from them while staying concealed.

“Princess? Oh, little Princess? Come out, come out, wherever you are~” The voice of the older woman who tried to kill you when you woke up croons. You can see her shadow on the wall next to you.

Your lip curls involuntarily at the nickname, and you hunch down further into yourself.

“Are you sure we wanna do this?” The other man asks. “If the Night Raven finds out about this...”

“He won’t.” The woman snaps. “Not if we do this properly. That pampered little brat needs to die. If it’s another one of those annoying alternate versions, killing this one means there’ll be no way for our version to switch back here. If it’s a de-aged version, then even better. Either way, we’ll finally be free of that weak, pathetic pushover of an employer. Now go check over there!”

“R-right!”

You watch as their shadows move across the wall, until they vanish as their owners exit through the doors on the other side of the room.

You bite the skin on the side of your thumb. You thought this place was where that...reporter version of you came from, and that you were in the lair of one of the seven supervillains you met before, but everything you’ve seen and heard so far runs counter to that hypothesis. None of them were using the whole clockwork and steam motif that this place is decorated with, and the way those...minions? were talking, it sounds like a version of you is the one running this place.

And not very well, judging by the employee dissatisfaction.

You want to just curl up and stay hidden behind these pipes forever, but the longer you stay here, the more likely it is you’ll be cornered with no chance to run. Plus the heat’s making your head spin, and you know with your luck you’ll end up burning yourself. Better to get out now while the getting’s good.

You slip out, and go through the door that the two minions came from, peeking around to make sure the coast is clear before darting for the next bit of cover. You wish not for the first time you had shoes to muffle the sound of your bare feet against the rough floor.

You need to find an exit, get out of here as fast as you can. But if you can’t find a way to distract the minions, how long will it be until they just follow you to wherever you try to take sanctuary, just like the Scarabia students did back over winter break?

You’re in an even worse spot that you were then. At least then, you had Grim with you.

Here? You’re all alone. Defenseless.

Your right ankle twinges again, making you stumble and clip a bunch of nearby boxes. You frantically need to spread your arms to catch the boxes so the crash of them falling over doesn’t alert any of the security.

And injured. Can’t forget your overblot injuries.

You’re already panting after running for only a few minutes, your lungs burning in your chest. Nurse Kamac told you you’d find physical exertion much harder now, but it’s one thing to hear it and another thing entirely to feel how much effort it takes to do things you used to be able to do with ease, how much your body protests against the one advantage you used to have, how much more useless you are now.

You slump at a corner, sweat beading on your brow. Your vision is swimming, and your knees feel unsteady under you.

Something liquid and hot is sliding down your collarbone. You think your throat is bleeding again.

“Kreek?”

You yelp, tripping over your own feet at the sound, hitting the ground with a hard thud. You whip your head around to find the source of the noise.

There is a huge crow perched on a pipe above you.

It’s massive. Are birds allowed to get that big?

It tilts its head at you, before taking off from its perch and fluttering down to land next to you, hopping a few steps closer.

“H-hey, nice birdie...” You rasp. Then, recalling something the minions said earlier, you venture, “...Are you the Night Raven?”

There’s a moment of silence.

Then the crow erupts into a raucous, croaking squawks that sound suspiciously like laughter.

You purse your lips, running a hand through your sweaty bangs. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. It’s not like I’ve been sent to a whole other world again or anything, and whoever this ‘Night Raven’ is seems to be the only thing between me and those guys who think killing me will ensure some supervillain also ends up dead. Because of course they do, that’s just how my life is, it’s not like I don’t already know my birth was enough of a mistake. Ugh.”

You drop you head onto your knees and squeeze your eyes shut tight. You’re tired. You’re sore.

You just wanna wake up back in your bed at Ramshackle with Grim cuddled up next to you, muttering about tuna, and have all of this be some horrible nightmare.

You flail at the feeling of a series of sharp pinches on your good shoulder and a heavy, warm weight unbalancing you. “Hey, what the—!”

The crow croaks at you from its new perch on your shoulder, looking both mildly annoyed and unphased by your floundering. You jerk as it’s wickedly sharp beak darts forward and—!

Closes around a section of your mussed up bangs?

The bird pulls your hair back into place as best it can, tugging hard on your scalp as it repeats the process until it’s satisfied you’ve been groomed enough.

It is one of the weirdest experiences you’ve ever undergone. And you’ve played in a Heartslaybul crocket match.

The crow pushes off your shoulder, smacking you in the face with one of it’s wings in the process. It lands on another set of pipes some distance away and turns back to look at you. It caws in a distinctly impatient tone when you don’t immediately follow it.

You weigh your options. On the one hand, it could be leading you into a trap, and you’ll end up dead, though that doesn’t explain why it would try to groom you. You also don’t know your way around this place, and ignoring the bird could lead to it making even more noise as it attempts to get your attention again, which would alert your pursuers and get you killed even faster.

“So I’m following birds now. It’s official. I’ve finally lost it.” You mutter to yourself, pushing yourself shakily to your feet, and counting yourself lucky your vision only goes fuzzy once when you’re upright.

The crow guides you through the...lair is the only word suitable for it. It has a knack for landing on areas that will allow you to take some cover should some of the minions looking for you pass by, hissing whenever it wants you to stay put, and giving that same impatient caw once it’s time to move on again.

It’d be nice if that system could be foolproof.

Unfortunately, as you’re running past a doorway that you thought was clear, you hear a cry of, “HERE! THEY'RE HERE!! THE IMPOSTER IS OVER HERE!!”

You curse, and make yourself run faster, trying to ignore how it pulls the ridged scars along your left thigh and hip and your sudden shortness of breath. You can’t afford to acknowledge that right now, especially when you yelp as actual gunfire erupts behind you and real, genuine bullets whiz past your head to embed themselves in the stacked boxes near you.

The crow has the same idea, taking off to fly just ahead of you, soaring into the faces of any minions who try to cut off the path it’s leading you down with sharp talons and beak at the ready.

You follow it to a huge room, slamming the large double doors shut behind you.

You shove back against them as the doors jump when your pursuers collide with it. Your breath is coming in harsh pants as you fumble with the bolt and padlock, barely clicking it shut before the entrance is forced open.

You stumble away, blindly colliding with a desk and hitting the floor as you desperately and feebly try to suck in air that your lungs can’t seem to inhale, your breaths getting shallower and and more panicked as your vision fuzzes out again. You can’t breathe, you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe—

A loud cry erupts above you, and you faintly see dark shapes descend down on you, feeling dozens of sharp pinches on your upper body, the force of what feels like dozens of dozens of wings dragging your upper body up and back until you’re leaning upright against something and there’s a monumental. warm, fluffy weight against your chest, alternating between getting heavier and lighter, forcing it to expand and contract in intervals of four seconds under it.

It takes a while, but eventually, your hyperventilating finally, finally stops, as you carefully and slowly suck in grateful lungfuls of oxygen and your eyesight gradually returns.

Then you have to blink hard.

You are covered in what you think Epel would describe as a metric fuckton of birds.

They’re all staring at you, some of them picking at your pajamas, others making a caw-like noise that can only be best described as a worried peep.

You lift a hesitant hand to try and maybe shoo some of them off, only for your heart to melt as one of them honest-to-Seven nudges into your palm, like it wants you to pet it or something.

You wonder if the supervillain version of you trained them to do this. If so, at least they did one thing right, because Great Seven this is adorable.

The monsterous crow who led you here lands next to you, squawking and flapping its wings indignantly. The black birds gradually hop off you at this display, much to your subtle disappointment.

“Alright, alright, I’m up.” You grumble, shakily pulling yourself to your feet. “Now what Crow?”

The leader of the birds lands on top of the desk you hit earlier, tapping on some sheets of paper with its beak. You pull them towards you, trying to puzzle out what you’re seeing. It looks like some kind of...schematic? For a water-powered machine that seems to be the power source of a death ray or something. What’s most interesting though is the part of the plans with a section labelled ‘self destruct’ near the top of the construction.

“Okay, so this going boom would make for a good distraction so I could escape.” You chew at your nail. “But now I’ve got to find where it is so I can do that...”

The crow pecks at your other hand. When you pull it away, it shoots you an unimpressed glare and turns around.

You lift your head and follow where it’s looking.

There, along the back wall of this huge room, sits an absolute behemoth of metal and glass surrounded by scaffolding, a huge clear water tank like the one in the plans already filled to the brim and gurgling with movement.

Oh.

You purse your lips at the Crow, which is still shooting you an unimpressed glare. “In my defense, I was kind of having too much trouble trying to keep those guys out, and then breathing to really notice...that.”

It laughs at you again.

There’s a percussive boom from the doors, all the birds taking off and circling with warning squawks.

You push off of the desk as you dash towards the machine, trying to ignore how you want to flinch as several more booms follow the first one. You grab the scaffolding and frantically pull yourself up, trying to climb as fast as you can. If you can just reach the top before they break through—!

There’s an ear-splitting explosion as the doors fly open.

“THERE! THERE THEY ARE!! STOP THEM!!”

You shriek as the gunfire starts again, the need to climb, to get away warring with the instinct to try curling up as small as you can so you’re less of a target.

Your footing slips when you jump to grab the last ledge, leaving you to desperately grab onto the scaffolding with your bad arm. You whimper at how the rounded scars on your shoulder scream in protest at taking almost all your weight, the blackened bite mark on your elbow throbbing with pain like a second heartbeat.

You feel a flare of agony in your right thigh that makes you almost lose your grip. You whine through your teeth as you grab onto the metal and heave yourself up and over, rolling away from the ledge and curling up so your attackers can’t hit you.

“Cease fire! Cease fire you idiots! You’ll break the tank!!”

It takes you a second to realize that you’re curled around the circular podium where the schematics said the self-destruct button was mounted.

“Come down, Princess!” The older woman’s voice floats up to you. “You don’t know what you’re doing up there, do you? There’s nowhere left for you to run. Just be a good little nepotist and come face your fate with some dignity. I swear to you it’ll be quick.”

You grit your teeth as you haul yourself up. “Fat chance.”

You can see her at the head of the pack now, scoffing as her face twists with hate. “Typical. Bloody typical isn’t it? Even the other version of you was an ungrateful little shit, but at least it knew when to keep its head down and listen to its betters. It’s galling to be demoted to working under an imposter, a fake human like that thing!! Spending all its time with birds and playing around with those stupid civilians, hah! You’re no better than an animal! Just a dumb little pet that the Night Raven thought would be funny to give a title and call his ‘heir’!! A disgrace to the pursuit of villainy and evil!!”

“Are you sure about that?”

You take far too much delight in the way she pales as she sees your hand hovering over the self-destruct button.

“H-hold on princess,” She babbles, reaching a futile hand up. “W-we can talk about this, just don’t—”

“Shut. Up.” You growl. “If you wanted a heroic little fairytale princess to terrorize, you picked the worst person you could.”

“‘Cause me? I’m the damn wicked witch.”

You slam you fist down on the button.

There’s a wailing of alarms as the structure below you shakes. Tons upon tons of water bursts out of the machine.

The woman can’t even scream as the flood swallows her.

The crows caw wildly above your head, and you tear your eyes away to see the largest one leading the flock in flapping around a ladder leading to a hatch in the roof. You stagger over to it, your hands almost slipping off the metal rungs several times.

You push hard on the metal hatch and breath in the cold, dry air of the outside, the rough stony roof feeling like it’s cutting into your feet. You can still hear the alarms blaring as you close the hatch again after the last of the birds have flown out.

You’re tired. So tired. Your eyesight is going blurry again and the right leg of your pajamas feels uncomfortably wet, giving off little pulses of agony that has you whimpering.

“Hey, Crow?” Your voice sounds very far away. “I think I’mma pass out now.”

The world tilts sideways before everything goes black.

#ask #twisted wonderland #twst #villainous paranoiac yuu #harrassed villain yuu au #supervillain au #the supervisor #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #a.k.a #yuu has a the worst time #the worst #diavolo the crow #villainous paranoiac yuu would make a much better villain than their counterpart #meanwhile the supervillain version straightens from where they’re failing to terroize high schoolers #why do I feel like something of mine just got destroyed again

[thirstybtsthoughts]

🎭 anon here! So I had every intention of sending in that continuation but something happened at work that made me super stressed and I didn't have the energy. But good news (or bad news) is I ended up writing even more to it because I have zero self control when it comes to my Tae thirst, oops 😁 Just so you know it's pretty hefty (1k+ words is big for asks, I'm guessing 12 or 13 parts) so I apologize if it's too much, just tell me not to do it again and I won't flood your asks lol

(Hi 🎭 anon! Thank you for this! I’ve included the first part you sent me on here too so it goes together as one piece! I loved reading this omg you’re such a great writer! Also I may have salivated, whined and actually moaned because this was so hot and I could imagine it so vividly 🥵💦 - Bunny 🐰)

Written by 🎭 anon: 

The latest pic of Tae man spreading with the Taeconda on full display is sending me 🥵 I can't stop thinking about being on your knees in front of him, sliding your hands up his inner thighs over his pants to mold your palm and fingers around his bulge, the heat of him warming your hand. You look up at him and he's watching you with a dark look in his eyes, tongue between teeth, and you plant kisses on his knees and up his thighs, begging, "Please, Tae, please." 

He tucks your hair behind your ear gently, fingers trailing your jaw until his thumb swipes over your lips and you wetly kiss that too, sucking lightly on the pad of it. “Please - what, baby girl? What do you want?” He asks lowly, baritone voice dripping with sex and making a rush of wetness flood your panties. You pop open the button on his slacks and pull the zipper down as you stand and place your knee next to his leg so you can lean down over him and place your mouth on his ear. 

Your hand dips into the opening of his pants to rub softly over his quickly swelling length through the thin material of his underwear and you whisper hotly, “I want to suck your cock, please. Want to taste you and feel my lips wrapped around your velvet skin until you come for me, giving me everything, every drop. All for me. Please, please. I want it so bad. Want you so bad, Tae.” He groans at your words, hips shifting into your touch. You trace your tongue from his earlobe down his jaw, following the path of his fingers on your face moments earlier, until you meet his mouth and swallow the sounds he’s making, coaxing his tongue into your mouth. 

“Fuck, baby girl,” He holds your face, tilting it to the side to bite and lick at your neck, “That’s so fucking hot. You’re so good at turning me on, making me hard for you. Feel that,” His hand covers yours in his pants and he makes you squeeze around him, the full shape of him evident around both your fingers. He hisses and grits his teeth, “You feel that hard cock, hm? It’s yours. All fucking yours, baby, take it all.”  

You kiss his mouth quickly in gratitude, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth harder than you mean to in your rush to return to your knees. He doesn't seem bothered though, teeth slightly bared as he watches you with lowered lids settling between his legs again. Immediately you begin manoeuvring his suit pants down his hips and thighs, shimmying the underwear down too with the help of him lifting his ass off the seat. You roughly shove all the material to his ankles and out of the way. 

"Ooh, so desperate for my cock.." He remarks, the teasing smirk on his face even more deliciously sinful than his words. You let yourself appreciate the view of his naked lower half for a second, your eyes lingering on the mouth watering sight at the base of his lap: Taehyung's hard, godly cock stands proud; massive and beautiful and straining to be touched. It twitches, already flushed from your minimal attention, its tip the same lovely warm shade of his lips. "Not yours." You suddenly respond, undoing the bottom two buttons on his white shirt to pull it open and reveal his naval which you press purposeful kisses to. Your slow, chaste kisses continue along the soft skin of his tummy, lowering to his right hip bone and then tracing across to his left, all the while intentionally avoiding even slightly brushing any part of you against his throbbing cock. 

"Mine." Your eyes finally flick up to meet his and you hover your mouth close to the tip of him, exhaling hot breath on him and relishing in the small whine that barely escapes his chest. "It's all fucking mine, remember? So I think that means I'm desperate for MY cock." 

"Baby girl…" He warns darkly. But he already looks so fucked out and you haven't even properly touched him yet. You open your mouth in an enticing O shape but still you only allow your bottom lip to trail around the rim of his leaking cock, a challenge in your eyes. Your hands smooth from his thighs up to his hips repeatedly your thumbs grazing closer to where he wants you. 

"Fuck," He says under his breath, and when the tip of your tongue darts out to collect the bead of his arousal gathered on your lip in a feather light touch, the sight alone is enough to make him wilt, swearing louder, "Fuck. Ok, please, please. Take my - ah, your cock, it's yours - please, baby, suck it for me." And after a moment his tone drops dangerously from prey to predator and he groans, "Be my good girl and suck your cock." And it's your turn to wilt, moaning shamelessly as his words go straight to your core. You press the flat of your tongue to his cock head, enjoying the taste of him and the way he chokes on a relieved sound as you let your salivating mouth drip down his length, using your hand to spread the slick evenly down his shaft. 

When he's nice and wet you squeeze the base of him, your fingers unable to fully wrap around his girth, and you lick a stripe up the underside of him just to feel the hot vein against your tongue. You moan in unison with him when you finally take him in your mouth, velvet skin as perfect as you remember although his size takes you by surprise every time. You start slow and build up to a faster rhythm, alternating between stroking your fist along the few inches of his cock that your mouth struggles to reach even as you're taking him in deeply, and cupping his balls in the way you know heightens his sensitivity. "Oh fuck, baby girl," He grinds out, his long slender fingers knotting into your hair so he can watch the way his cock disappears inside your hungry mouth, guiding your head from his grip on you. "Just like that." You hum, the heavy weight of his cock on your tongue forcing you to rub your thighs together, and his breathing picks up. He tightens his fingers against your scalp, one of the dazzling jewels on his many rings catching in your hair with a pleasant sting, and his hips begin jerking to meet the thrusts. Your eyes are already watering from how deeply he's fucking up into your mouth so you add a second hand to his shaft, using both fists to jerk him off while you seal your lips around the tip of his pulsing cock, focusing your attention on twirling your tongue around the head and tonguing his slit, sucking all the while to the crescendo of his moans. 

"Oh baby, don't stop, don't stop. I'm going to fucking come, I'm going to fucking come so hard for you." He's a vocal mess, nearly unable to keep from throwing his head back but even more unable to tear his eyes away from your mouth and hands on him. "So good, you're so good. You want it, baby girl?" You hum in answer and his voice hitches, "Want all I have to give you - fuck! Oh shit, take it all for me, I'm -" His throaty voice chokes off in a silent groan and you feel the first burst of hot liquid, struggling to swallow but managing while continuing the motion of your hands to let him ride the orgasm out. You don't let up until his ragged moans and heavy breath turn to overstimulated gasps, and he pets your hair back, watching the way you lick your lips and wipe at your mouth. 

He pulls you in by the nape of your neck and kisses you hard, tongue sliding against yours, and a pleased sound comes from his throat when he finds the taste of himself. "Fucking perfect." He mumbles languidly against your mouth. When he notices the restless way you move your lower half he raises a single eyebrow and slowly smiles, "Is my baby girl wet from sucking my cock?" You nod helplessly, touching his collarbones and the strands of hair on the back of his neck. "You know I am, Tae." Now that he's taken care of, your neglected center throbs in distress at the thought of being left without. 

His tongue pokes the corner of his lips in that way you love and his hands grip your hips, moving you over to straddle his bare thigh. "You want to ride my thigh? Soothe that aching little pussy while I get this cock ready for you again, hm?" He begins guiding you along him, pulling you down tight as he lifts his leg up against you. You cry out and attempt to urge his steady pace faster but he lands a swift smack on your ass in retaliation, and as if your poor pussy wasn't already weeping, an absolute deluge of arousal comes after the spank, soaking his thigh. "No, no, no, honey, you don't get to come yet. I'm going to edge you first and then you can come on this cock or not at all." When your face falls he grins wickedly in response, his breath hot as he whispers into the shell of your ear, "Did you think I wouldn't punish you, baby girl?"

#mask anon #taehyung thirst #🎭anon #bts #anon #asks