#the absolute mortification

[suzukiblu]

more pocket-sized soulmates from @bucky-boychik-barnes's Pockets AU:

Tim's Pocket refuses to wear a mask, which is an issue. He doesn't want to wear the tiny wire-rimmed glasses either, or even change out of his weird straps-and-belts version of the Superman suit into . . . literally anything else, at this point. Tim would take anything else. They've given him options, but he's refused them all. He won't take off the costume. 

Also he won't stop flying around the cave like a bat out of hell, and it's seriously annoying. 

"Have you successfully selected a name for your Pocket, Master Tim?" Alfred inquires as he pours everyone tea at the table while Bruce is staring assessingly at Tim's Pocket, including four little Pocket-sized cups' worth–one for Bruce's Cat ("Kitty" to the tabloids), one each for Dick's Red and Star, and one for Tim's . . . whoever. 

Alfred doesn't have a Pocket of his own. Tim's always felt too awkward to ask about it. 

And Jason never got a Pocket at all. 

"No, not yet," Tim says, because the whole no-mask/yes-cape issue has been a lot more immediately concerning than naming him. He can't take a Pocket Superman home to his dad. Pocket Clark Kent is going to be bad enough. 

Assuming Tim's Pocket ever puts the stupid glasses on, anyway. 

"You should get on that," Dick advises as he picks up his teacup with an appreciative nod of thanks to Alfred and takes a sip. "Red got really mad at me when I didn't name her right away. I mean, like, naming Pockets is so . . . outsider, you know? And kinda gilly, too. But that's how Babs grew up, obviously, and I don't know how they did it on Krypton, but Uncle Clark was raised by gadje too, so . . ." 

Tim understood absolutely none of that, but just nods like he did and makes a note to go do some research later. 

"Sure," he says, just hoping he can convince his Pocket to ditch the damn cape sooner than later. Red wheels her tiny wheelchair over to the Pockets' nicely-set little tea table and ignores Star floating down to land in the seat across from her. They don't usually get along very well, which is a little weird to see in Pockets who didn't come from people who are, like, on the literal opposite ends of the ethical spectrum, especially ones that belong to the same person, but they both settle in all the same. Cat does an artful flip off of Bruce's caped shoulder down to the table and then strolls over to join them. Tim's Pocket looks curious, but stays hovering in the air just over his shoulder. 

Is his Pocket, like, antisocial or something? Is that a concern? Usually Pockets group up really easily, from what Tim knows. Not that he's ever had one before, and admittedly his parents' had always mostly ignored each other, but . . . normally they do, right? 

Cat chirps impatiently and makes a beckoning gesture at Tim's Pocket, but he, very weirdly, sort of floats backwards and almost . . . hides behind Tim's head. Just for a moment, but . . . 

Weird, Tim thinks. Weird, and not very Superman-like. Pockets are usually a bit more emotionally honest than the people they come from, but Superman's met Cat as many times as Bruce has met Laney, so why would a Pocket that came from him ever hesitate to go over to her? 

Star chirps too, holding out her arms and starting to glow with intensely bright solar radiation that would only be an encouraging gesture to a Kryptonian, Tim is sure. It does the job, though, and his Pocket pauses for just a moment longer, then goes to the visible effort to put on a bright grin and darts over to land beside her. She immediately starts chattering at him in Pocket-talk and he chatters back easily, and Tim then has to witness his own damn Pocket start undeniably flirting with one of Dick's Pockets. 

He has never been more mortified in his life, he thinks right up until his Pocket turns his head and starts flirting with Cat. 

Tim disassociates a little. Like. Just a bit. 

Or a lot. 

"Hm," Bruce says while Tim is busy dying of mortification, his eyes narrowing assessingly. Star is happily flirting back at Tim's Pocket, to Tim's absolute horror, but worse, Cat is actually humoring him. 

Tim has died and this is hell. There's no other explanation whatsoever for this.  

Cat reaches over and scritches his Pocket behind the ears. He looks startled, then visibly zones out for a moment, and then leans into the contact and purrs. Cat chirps approvingly, Star laughs, and Red snorts, but fondly. 

Tim is definitely, definitely in hell right now. Oh god. What is happening right now and why is it happening to him? 

"Well, he's got aspirations, I'll give him that," Dick says wryly as he leans back in his chair. "Though I don't think Lois Lane would appreciate them." 

"It's not Superman," Bruce states matter-of-factly. Tim and Dick both blink; Tim's Pocket immediately scowls.

#tim drake #kon el #dc robin #superboy #timkon #the larger fic is Core Four polyam but Tim's absolute mortification is taking center stage rn lol #rinfic #long post #wip: a pocketful of kons

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hm! i have never stimmed so violently (yippee yahoo!) in my life!

#that was very well timed i was starting to have a bad day! the entropy was starting to Kick In! #bad day's over everything is wonderful life is worth living etc Etc #that being said yes see this hole i am laying comfortably in #yeah see those shovels over there #i want each of you to take one and then toss a shovelful of dirt into the hole. right on top of me #yep yes keep going till im covered thank you <3 #the mortification of being Perceived vs the sheer joy of it all FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT #woah... clown likes how i draw barnaby.... i feel peace in my soul.... #absolutely unprompted #a nice end to a relatively shitty week lmao!!! #first the update and now this!! wowee!!! yeehaw! hawyee! holy fucking shit! #gonna be thinking about this all month! an instant picker-upper!

[kotumari]

truly genuinely absolutely zero recollection of these drawings of my tav (also known as zhercis) but shoutout to sfw gale for allowing me to post them on tumblr since apparently ive never drawn like. a Normal picture of him.

hes a charlatan tiefling druid/rogue who has a bad history with ilmater, although his most recent beef is with astarion (for transgressions such as claiming zhercis never had sex with him, a blatant lie, and breaking 4 of zhercis' theives tools kits on a single lock)

#hes besties with astarion shart & laezel #he'll be like 'omg i would never do [bad thing]' when gale is there and then later that night hes running to the girls like #'we gotta kill that guy' or whatever #currently in like the first 20% of act 3 i think and hes ummm well hes not doing very well if we're honest #hes kind of been thru a lot like honestly after accidentally getting branded with the sign of the absolute.. it was all downhill from there #bg3 #i am Not going to be putting these in the tav tag bc. the mortification. #'is this the first thing uve actually drawn since like. august.' YES.

[torosdottir]

if i go anywhere or speak to anyone or do anything at all ever i will be embarassed about it for weeks afterwards. the only solution for me is to just sit very still in a quiet room for the rest of my life. and that sounds so miserable i think id rather die

#do normal people feel like this? is this normal? is everyone else walking around carrying this absolute mortification at their every action? #if yes how do they do it. if no how do they do THAT!!

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from chapter 17 of A Stain that Won't Dissolve:

'Just a stupid virus, Alex. Why didn't you contact anyone?'  Alex pushed up a little. His neck hurt. His head ached. But he did feel a bit more with it.  'Never...been this bad,' Alex managed, clearing his throat a few times. 'Never been sick like this before. Thought I'd be fine if I just slept it off, you know.' Alex felt like all his emotions had been dulled, or wrapped up in thick plastic, because he couldn't seem to feel panicked about the fact that Sebastian had seen his hard-on the other day. But maybe Sebastian hadn't seen it. No...Alex was pretty sure he saw it. Maybe Sebastian just didn't care.  'Sorry I missed the shift,' Alex said.  Sebastian glared at him. 'You're like...an absolutely top tier level of fucked up, you know that?' 'Yeah,' Alex said, smirking as he slumped back down to the bed. 'Yeah, I know that.'

#daily excerpt #a stain that won't dissolve #stardew valley #sdv sebastian x alex #sdv sebastian #sdv alex #oh sebastian cares alex #he just knows how to like #choose his moments fsdalkfjas #also he cares about your absolute 'i fled your house and then nearly died from a virus' #level of mortification

[emma-d-klutz]

Admitting to being a girl-liker is so mortifying. Because being a boy-liker is the standard, it's background noise. I could say I want to see that man sobbing and bleeding in an alleyway like an abandoned dog and no one would bat an eye, least of all me, but as soon as I think that about a girl it's like -whoa- I just heard exactly what I said, and it sounds crazy. That's a weird thing to think, you massive weirdo.

#thank you to katy for filling that prompt #but the absolute mortification has gotten me thinking about this #social contexts are status quos are weird like that #like how the rules of everything and all common sense change when you're casted in a musical. for example.

[thefiresofpompeii]

entering my nun phase again i fear

#would like to engage in mortification of the flesh. not in a kinky way either although i absolutely am in a masochist era right now #but like genuine honest to God prayer memorising scripture studying mystic reading conscientious anchoress #i need to understand julian of norwich. encounter the divine in solitude #(<this bitch can’t even meditate) #jamie.txt

[twixtandshout]

I can't wait for Ingo to get back and be the more unhinged twin.

Emmet: Oh no. Team Plasma is attempting to take over the subway again.

Ingo: Correct me if I'm mistaken, but wasn't that train retired some years ago?

Emmet: Team Plasma, New New New New Team Plasma, whatever. We will have to reroute our schedules to clear the tracks. Verrrrrry annoying.

Ingo, cracking his knuckles: Very well. If they refuse to depart the station, perhaps some persuasion may be in order.

Emmet: Ingo????

Ingo: ...ah. Violence against passengers, even unruly ones who refuse to follow station guidelines, is prohibited in this time.

Emmet: We are Subway Bosses. That does not mean we do not have to follow the rules.

#emmet: were it not for the laws of this land i would absolutely love to watch my brother slaughter you #ingo: [blushing in mortification] please don't exaggerate. it would be a black eye at most #emmet: nope! killing. ingo: no!!!! emmet: killing and violence and murder! ingo: no!!!!!! #submas #pokémon #talkin' things #i love them your honor

[softquietsteadylove]

Thenamesh Actor AU: a thirst trap for us and Thena 👀

There is an event for actors for a special award and both of them are there. Gil arriving after Thena and he unintentionally (*cough* mhm *cough*) has a very nice suit on but a very tight suit shirt, emphasizes his nice body and muscles.

Rest is up to you 👀❤️

"Thena! Thena, look this way! Thena!"

Thena resisted her every urge to roll her eyes as she walked the red carpet at a snail's pace. This was what awards season took, though--lots of press, lots of red carpets, lots of long nights clapping and smiling.

At least Gil was with her, this time.

It had been a packed year for both of them and their schedules, but their latest work, with all of its stunts and refusal to rely on editing, was up for a few different accolades. And of course, the leads were there to be the face of the project.

Thena took another few steps, the skirt of her dress moving with her. Its billowing sheer overlay gave it a windswept - almost tattered - look as she moved, befitting of her action-heavy performance.

Gilgamesh was apparently running a little late, stuck in a separate car from hers, arriving with Kingo and a few of the producers.

Thena had been waiting for him the entire evening thus far. Although, at least she didn't have to make conversation with Eros tonight. He was here, but he wasn't on this film with them, which meant that she wasn't technically obliged to talk to him directly.

"Gilgamesh!"

Thena looked over, her hair fanning out around her in a display that made it a little too obvious for her tastes that she was looking for him. But she could spot him easily, even the distance from her that he was. He walked casually, with one hand in his pocket as he waved to the audience for their little catwalk.

He looked...good.

Kingo was walking in with him, soaking up the attention and camera flashes and screams happily. He was dressed in a fine, purple silk number himself, as stylish as always. He was answering a few questions, certainly about himself and how he had recently become the stylist for Gil after being Thena's stylist for years already.

Gil was in a black suit, which was nothing out of the ordinary. But rather than a suit shirt underneath it seemed to just be a white linen shirt. Or maybe it wasn't linen, but it was so tight and so thin, and showed so much of him. Was he wearing tissue paper?!

Thena could only stare as he made his way over to her. They had been dressed to match each other, as Kingo had started doing at every opportunity. It was good for branding, he claimed, both in his own field and career and for the films they were headlining. She was trying to seem like she wasn't checking him out explicitly.

Thena cleared her throat, putting on a smile as Gil and Kingo finally arrived at her side. She received Gil beside her, both of them posing for pictures passively while they spoke. She looked at Kingo. "This isn't the met gala; feeling risque?"

Kingo shrugged from just outside the frame of their shot, though. "Hey, it's like, breaking down gender stuff. How many times have we seen women dressed in shit so sheer that it's basically like a body stocking?"

Thena sighed, accepting the answer because there was nothing to do about it now. She looked at Gil, whose arm she was holding onto picturesquely. "Are you comfortable?"

"A little chillier than I thought I'd be," he whispered, making her laugh faintly in his ear. He pulled her a little closer to his side, "but it's not so bad. A little tight, I guess."

Yes, that was one hell of an understatement. Thena's eyes travelled over Gil, able to see so much more now that he was so much closer. She could see the shape of his pectoral muscles and the way the shirt caressed them. He either was still shaved from re-shoots or had shaved his chest in preparation for this particular outfit. She could see the bump of his highest abs that made his 'barrel chested' look so impactful.

Kingo snuck in behind them, arranging Thena's dress behind her more properly. He stood, brushing his hand against her shoulder, "unless you want the headlines to be about you thirsting over your co-star tomorrow, put your eyes back in your head, T."

Thena kicked backwards, nailing Kingo in the shin under the guise of kicking out the train of her dress for effect.

"You look good," she settled on saying, physically moving Gil's hand away from pulling at himself self-consciously and to her hip instead.

"Hey, speak for yourself," he grinned at her, letting his eyes do a quick up-and-down over her. "You look gorgeous. But you already knew that."

"Oh, did I?"

"How could you not?" he raised a cool (flirty) eyebrow at her. He eyed the exposed shoulder of hers, her hair having been curled and twisted over the other one. "Kingo do that on purpose?"

Thena sighed, immediately knowing what he was talking about. "He said that this way he would know right away if I was playing with it."

"We all have our habits," Gil said easily, even sparing her from calling it a nervous habit. He leaned his head down to leave a light peck on the freckle over her clavicle, "nothing to be nervous about."

#Thenamesh Actors AU #I am obsessed with that gif #of Oscar Isaac kissing the inside of Jessica Chastain's arm #when they're on the rest carpet #and I am 100% determined #that Gil would totally do that #he's a little different on the red carpet #because he has to appear so much more confident I think #it's not like in an interview where he can be sweet and cute and charming #he has to have a whole different vibe even if he's smiling for pictures #so I think red carpet Gil is a little more flirty a little more bold #and as Taran said #their glamour shot would be insane #the camera swooping in and up and over them #Gil pulls her in and jesus the look they give each other #it's a lot of eye-fucking #and absolutely it's all over the place the way Thena was looking at him #much to her mortification #and Kingo is just like I told you #Thena's like I wasn't checking him out! #Sprite sees all the evidence and is like #you look like you wanna lick stuff off of him #Thena doesn't speak to either of them for the rest of the day

[afieldinengland]

no idea how many of you were here to observe the depths of my religious insanity in the winter of 2021 but i want you to know that it was far far more intense than i ever expressed and that’s saying something

#every time i say anything about the winter god i realise i sound absolutely touched in the head. because i was #but then the becoming could only have followed a period of prebiblical mortification like that #if i made (another) playlist attempting to replicate my relationship to the god at that point it’d be mad i’m sure #dorian_electra_i_will_give_great_thanks.wav #not like it is now you understand. jane eyre and blind rochester / old man and young man covered in blood on train #wonder if he’d let me put my muzzle on him. do you reckon they would have burned me at the stake

[true-blue-sonic]

i have another idea! espio became very very VERY flirty with silver, a big personallity change on him, until it makes silver feel nervous when they both are alone lol

silver will propably go and ask espio why did he change like that

Poor Silver, he's never seen Espio like this! I can imagine he's quite confused by it all, haha. Maybe Espio is just trying to be silly to tease him and see how he reacts to it. Once Silver realises he's just getting teased, he's gonna get all huffy for sure! Espio is going to need to give him A Lot Of Cuddles to make up for such transgressions XD Though, maybe Silver would find it quite flattering at first? But even he knows when something is being pushed so much it becomes suspicious, I am certain!

#Espio would only act flirty when they are alone‚ I am 100% certain #flirting with anyone nearby is going to absolutely end in a trainwreck and I doubt he can deal with that mortification #silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #espilver #Silver being flirty is also a trainwreck lmao

[tabernacleheart]

There is no way of appeasing God's anger but by mortifying and crucifying our lusts and corruptions. In vain do we expect mercy from God, unless we do justice upon our sins.

Matthew Henry

#a vital warning #divine justice #divine mercy #repentance #presumption #mortification #take up your cross #this is absolutely vital

[xiindomitable]

Keigo post-war most definitely got in the habit of using Endeavor as a perch who most definitely–even if grumpily–got too used to it too darn quickly, and it deffo bites Kei in the ass when the man isn't there or immediately in sight bc he will instinctively try to perch on the tallest and/or most vibrant person present.

Who will more often than not crumble and topple them both down.

#hc #//He has most definitely tried to perch on Burnin' who fucken FLOORED him #//NOT bc he was too heavy; but bc he startled her #//Which she (and lowkey Endeavor) thought was the funniest freakin' thing; esp with how frantically he apologized #//He made it his mission to buy Burnin' gifts for a whole month #;mun has spoken #//Mans deffo convinced Endeavor it was 'good for visibility' when he was more grounded #//Making excuses why he can't fly in the moment; yada yada yada #//Is a little too proud the man actually concedes quicker than he'd exepct #//then it just STICKS #//Also potential humor in Endeavor hearing Kei incoming and just #//Holds his arm out like a falconer nfnfb #//Almost gets a laugh out of the man when Kei perches there instead of his shoulders like usual with ZERO HESITATION #//And ABSOLUTE MORTIFICATION when he Realizes a couple seconds later

[just-french-me-up]

Pro Tip for Writers

If you want a great spelling check website, all you have to do is hit the "post/publish" button and all your mistakes will become abundantly obvious to you through the magic of absolute mortification

#writing #writing nightmare #writers #fanfiction writer #fanfic writing #fanfic writers #writer's problems #writing motivation #writeblr #mine

[cqcomicsarchive]

the archive is searching for information!

while i was originally going through mortifer to download it for the archive, i saw an author’s note advertising a crossover between mortifer and fringe happy to celebrate christmas.

this is the only reference to the 2009 christmas crossover i’ve seen throughout the process of making the archive. nothing on any other author’s notes, deviantart, or tumblr. the website itself is on the wayback machine, however...

there’s only one snapshot, taken on christmas day of 2009. since the site was taken down before christmas, i can only assume the comic was not finished. the first page is the only one that is confirmed to exist.

i want to find out anything i can about this comic. what was the plot, what did the site look like, how much was made? if you have information about the 2009 christmas crossover, please contact this blog, both asks and messages are open.

#mortifer #fringe happy #the 2009 christmas crossover is the only comic that i have absolutely nothing for. at least for uniform i know how many pages were made #de anghel ex and travelers of yore have official art. but not the case here

[infinitedungas]

the further away i get from having done cabaret / drag the more embarrassed i am about it

like who the fuck was i kidding

im not the sort of person anyone should have to perceive, let alone on a stage and sometimes partially naked. fucking deluded. im disgusting to look at and a nightmare to know. an idiot with zero charisma. can’t dance, can’t do make up, couldn’t get through a show without having a meltdown, just a big fat embarrassment all round how did i get away with that for so long

laughably, pathetically unhinged of me to not only put myself out there like that but think i was doing well. and i did it for years???

#never going back fucking hell #going to a drag show recently was what clinched it honestly #got up on stage and made a complete arse of myself now i want to fucking die of cringe #performing is absolutely not for me any more and arguably never WAS #i was just deluding myself #and now i have to live with the mortification #and the reminder that every time i think i'm doing well at something: no im not actually