Maid-ofvoid-blog - Double Life Haver

It has apparently been ten years since the time one of my professors pulled me aside to tell me I had to clean up after making out before going to class because my lipstick was everywhere and I realized "actually my tapdancing group decided we all had to dress like the Joker for our performance" was an infinitely worse explanation so I just said I was sorry

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Ribcage Gills

Edit of the amazing siren gills by @pyxiidis to go on the ribcage instead of the neck.

BGC

Male only

All LODs

All morphs

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Inspired by the tags on this post by @ssspringroll which reminded me I've been meaning to get this done for awhile as well soo

Right ring finger slot

I've included 4 uv variations so you should be able to combine it with skin details that cover the area

Usable with tops, will clip if the top covers it though

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So apparently another whole ass animated scooby doo movie was canceled, this time featuring Krypto the Superdog, but it leaked onto 4chan and was uploaded onto the internet archive

bill cipher is alive, david tennant is the doctor, new supernatural season might come out, homestuck is updating, mcr and fallout boy will headline a tour together, dan and phil are gay, ian and anthony are making smosh vids again, mcu loki has his own show, new scott pilgrim show used the same cast as the movie, josh hutcherson is being thirsted after

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Kalim is the type of boyfriend to say "This reminded me of you!" and then hand you an expensive piece of jewellery

Idia is the type of boyfriend to send you a text saying "This reminded me of you." and then send you the most surreal meme you've ever seen in your life at 1am.

Danganronp memes. Eat up

Like Me? (Pregame! Shuichi x Self-Aware! Reader)

Tw: bullying, self-aware reader, mentions of s*ic*de attempts, implications of violence, foreshadowing, y*nd*r*, manipulation, stick to the plan, unreliable narrator, false narrative,

Word Count: 2213

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"So you love me....you really love me..."

Kagehara's face seemed to twist into a look of happiness with a mix of something else you couldn't really identify. He was shaking and trying so hard to keep himself in one piece as he accepted your confession. You often imagine him with little hearts in those slate grey eyes of his, as cliché as that might sound. Those eyes that you rarely had the chance to get a good look at...which were staring back at you with a look of pure admiration. Something you were used to getting from him by now.

That look fills you with a sense of guilt. You know it's way too late to back out of this now. It's done, game over, you said it out loud and now you have to deal with whatever happens next. You knew that if he did stumble upon the truth that he'd be somewhat hurt, but forgiving. You wouldn't leave him alone after all, so why would he hold a grudge? Why would he ever even think about hating someone so nice to him? To go so far in order to make him happy, you, his friend, role model, his god partner. He'd want to move past it, you know it very well by now. His every move is predictable when he's right in front of you. At least, that's what you thought. He's...full of surprises.

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Your first impression of him, he was...well...off-putting. He looked sick when you first met him, despite not getting to see his entire face half the time. You noted his extremely pale skin which contrasted with the blue he used to dye his hair, later noticing growing dark circles under his eyes as well as some other worrying things.

You almost felt like you were doing something wrong, following him around like this. You knew on some level it was rude to even stare for this long, but something was definitely wrong with him. You could see it in the way he moved. He needed help. He needed your help. Whether or not it was actually your place to help him wasn't your problem. You weren't just going to stand there and watch him waste away.

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He never seemed to be able to get out much more than a "hello" before someone started talking over him outside of class. He was almost shaking in your presence when you worked with him on projects. He'd stutter on his words during class, showed a sheer lack of confidence in his body language, and had very few friends. An overall word you'd use to describe him: meek.

You noticed that he didn't seem to eat when lunch came around, he would just leave the classroom in a hurry. By that time you lost him completely, he always ran off somewhere most likely to hide. He didn't seem to like being around so many people at one time. The one time you tried looking for him you found him in the back of the school's library with his nose in a book, taking his eyes off of his book only to scan his surroundings for a few moments. You thought he spotted you since he made a face, but he went back to his book shortly after. Why were you even doing this to yourself? You two aren't even friends yet...

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His weight was off for a guy his age, it was wayyy off. You figured that he was neglecting to take care of himself, which was more or less proved to be true the countless times he "fell asleep" passed out in class. His loosely fitting uniform didn't help relieve that suspicion.

You started bringing him something to eat everyday after your attempts of making friends with him. You lied and told him you simply made too much for yourself and thought he might like it. You almost had to force him to take it. He didn't eat it while you were there looking at him. As soon as you left the room though, you heard the familiar "tink" of the lunch box opening. You peaked in just to make sure he didn't just throw it away, but no, he was eating it. Rather....quickly you noticed. That...didn't help you feel much better.

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He was being gossiped about on a daily basis due to his disheveled appearance before you started begging him to just eat something bringing him lunch everyday. It never seemed to help him that he was getting a little better, as these petty classmates of yours always made up lies to hurt him. It was never fair, not for him. You had seen him try to return a girl's bag, and the next day there was a new rumor that he was following her around like some creepy stalker. That rumor seemed to stick to him due to his timid behaviors that others mistook for being creepy.

A lot of the nice things you saw him doing were twisted into some nasty rumors. Despite the rumors he still tried his best to do nice things for the people around him, even if they didn't appreciate it or outwardly ignored him. Over and over you watched him try to please other people just so they'd see him on the same level as them. You pulled him away from that cycle before it ended up breaking him.

He never did anything really weird... Not at first. The longer that you knew him the more comfortable he got with talking about things he liked with you. He was obsessed with a murder-mystery show called Danganronpa. Seemingly unaffected by the amount of gore and blood you know the show had. He wanted to audition himself, talking about his death as if it were something to look forward to. When he went onto one of his rants about auditioning, you tried to change the subject to his favorite characters instead. You were doing it in an attempt to discourage him, but he never seemed to catch the hint. Other than that, he was sweet.

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You saw him be shoved around on a few occasions, it was never anything too brutal in public. You never attempted to follow him home, so you wouldn't know that he gets jumped pretty often. Being his friend, he would sometimes come to you for help patching up some of the wounds. You didn't make the same mistake twice.

Everything was hitting him rather hard, you had just no idea how he was able to manage it for so long. You found out soon enough that he wasn't.

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The times his sleeves would roll down you would notice what you first thought were scratches raking down his arms. The first time you looked past it, though the second time you actually looked instead of thinking he was fine. Old and new alike adorned him, some of which you had to get closer to see. He caught onto what you were doing and quickly pulled his sleeve back down before you could see the old bruises accompanying them. He was too slow with his reflexes though, and your face dropped.

He didn't look you straight in the eyes. Or rather, he couldn't.

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"Did you....?"

"A-ah... Y/N... What are you-?"

You pulled his sleeve up again despite his minor protest.

"I told you I was going to be here for you...so why would you....?"

"I...I'm s-sorry..." He still wouldn't look you in the eyes, so you took his chin into your hand and made him look at you.

"You're going to be ok. Please believe me."

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You didn't have the heart to start telling him how to live his life, but you weren't about to let this continue. You had a plan. Why didn't you stick with it.....?

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He started following you around school not so soon afterwards, not to bother you intentionally, but somehow becoming your second shadow. It felt as if every time you turned around he'd be there, sneaking peeks of you around the corner of the hallway, or when he was feeling bold, almost stepping on your heels. At first, you thought it was a little creepy, as he never said much of anything to you while trailing behind. You had the notion to tell him to stop following you around. Then you would remember who he is, your friend. Your lonely, sweet friend that only wanted to be a little closer to you.

And then you remembered that just a short while ago you were doing the exact same thing to him. It wouldn't be fair to tell him to leave you alone when you more or less stalked him yourself. He'd already been hurt so much already, you weren't going to break his little heart by abandoning him.

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All of that...lead you to this.

He was already in tears when you went to hug him. You weren't expecting that kind of reaction from getting a love confession, but you were happy to help him calm down a little. His grip was rather tight despite the lack of strength he really had.

He's still working on gaining that back so he could save you one day like you did him.

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"You don't have to cry, it's not like I'm going anywhere."

"I'm just so happy..."

This wasn't a part of the plan, and yet, you feel somewhat relieved. He's so...sweet, you couldn't just let someone who didn't treat him right grab ahold of him. You tell yourself this was the only way, that telling the consoler wouldn't have helped him, that being away from you wouldn't have helped him. In some ways, you were right. He clung onto you much more than he did his other friends, like being away from you would kill him. You wonder just what would have happened had you stuck with the plan.

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It was a tad bit annoying that his tears were choosing to soak into your shirt, but you can bear it. As long as he's happy, he can take as long as he needs to recover from this. Bouncing back has always been a difficulty for him, especially for negative events, as they always seem to play on rewind every time you leave him alone for the night/day. He hates being left alone, you learned that very quickly.

You don't say no to him. You don't even try.

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If anything, you probably should've expected this. Shuichi's social anxiety always kept him from making real friends. The friends he does have are completely used to his behaviors by now. Being close to him is actually a lot more difficult to achieve than others believe it to be. Getting him to look you in the eyes instead of hiding behind that hat of his, being the hardest thing to coax him into doing himself. He was a lesson in patience, you would never bother spending so much time on anyone else.

He's so sweet, how could you possibly not fall in love with him?

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You thought he was a little clingy just being a good friend of yours, now he's constantly trailing behind you like a lost puppy. You've got used to the outrageous amount of texts he sends you when you have to part ways to go home. The one time you forgot to tell him you were going to bed, he freaked out and showed up at your window to check up on you.

He snuck in without waking you up. He stayed the night. You woke up with him in your bed.

He's just so lonely without you. Can you blame him for it? Can you blame him for never wanting to be away from you when all you do is make him happier? You love him so much, don't you?

At this point, you start to realize that the reason why you hyper-focused on him wasn't because there was something wrong with him. There was something wrong with you.

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You actually looked it up. It explained it all, why you only followed him around like that, why you lied to so many people, why you hurt those people that hurt him...

He. Deserved. To. Be. Happy.

Now he's just looking at the display in front of him in shock. He dropped the groceries. He's looking at you, what you're holding. What you're doing. He found out. He wasn't supposed to be home this early, and now you're just frozen.

There's so much blood on your hands. He doesn't say a thing until he closes the door behind him.

With a smile, he says, "I'm glad to know it isn't just me."

With that, you knew it was fate. You make such a darling couple.

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Once more you check that tab you had opened on your computer, and for the final time, you acknowledged what you were.

You are a -

“Yandere? Hon you know those are only fictional right? A trope made up for stories, to make things more entertaining?” Shuichi had snuck up on you once again! You're going to have to put a bell on him or something, this is getting ridiculous.

“Yeah. I’m not so sure about that anymore.”

"We don't tell people what we are angel."

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Is there an age limit? Part 2

“For me?” The annoying red-clad giant of a man who was all sunshine and diabetes-inducing puppies bounced around. He played with the communicator Batman handed to him as if it were a shiny new toy.

“I can’t believe I’m in the Justice League!” The Herculean man-child squealed, grinning like an imbecile. “Somebody, kick me. Show me I’m not dreaming!” 

Guy Gardner was too happy to oblige. 

“My pleasure.”

His signature kick - a brutal, no-holds-barred move - would send a seasoned fighter flying across the floor. Guy delivered one of his specialties to Captain Whitebread.

Crack!

“My leg!” 

Agony ripped from his foot, up his leg, as he felt his bones shatter upon impact with that brick wall of a man.

“I broke my leg!” He hopped to the nearest seat, clutching his foot, hoping to earn sympathy points with Ice. 

The cold beauty looked away.

Instead, the Big Red Cheese hovered towards him.

“I’m so sorry.” The overgrown baby - who was made of concrete - had the audacity to offer him a hand. 

“Can I help you?”

“Nah, Guy’s just being Guy,” Hal pulled Justice League’s newest recruit away. “You must see our recreation rooms!”

Superman, one of the Big Three, intercepted them. 

“Wait, Cap,” he dangled a set of keys in front of Captain Whitebread. 

“You get the room beside mine,” Superman grinned as the big blue boy scout wrapped his arm around the cheesy red boy scout. 

He behaved as if Cap was his twin brother. “I’ll show you your private quarters!”

Guy’s jaw dropped as he turned as green as his ring.

While every member of the Justice League had a private room in the Watchtower, a cluster of four rooms were considered prime estate. Three of the four prestigious rooms were taken by the Big Three - Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman. 

Captain Whitebread gets the fourth? 

It is as good as telling the hero community that the dolt is one of the Big Four.

Guy knew he deserved that honour far more than that joke of a hero.

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“Holy Moley!” Captain Marvel’s gawked at his private quarters. “Is this for me?”

“All yours,” Superman grinned, spreading out his arms. 

His fellow Kryptonian’s childlike wonder was a welcome change from the jaded cynicism, or even worse, the self-important grandeur of some heroes.

“Can this room handle lightning strikes?” Captain Marvel ran his hand over a wall.

“Well,” Superman rock on the back of his heels. 

“We are in space, so there is no lightning out here. But it can withstand intense heat, radiation, corrosive environments and physical stress, so I’d imagine it can handle a regular thunderstorm.”

Marvel frowned, in thought. “Can it handle over a billion volts at more than 30,000 degrees Celsius?”

“I’m not sure if anything can handle that,” Superman replied.

“May not be an issue if….” Captain Marvel’s face lit up with a dazzling grin. 

“Never mind. I know what to do.” He chuckled. 

“Wisdom of Solomon,” he tapped his head.

Cap’s eyes bugged out at the fully stocked mini-fridge and pantry. He picked up a can of beer. “I’m sure you must be a certain age to drink these,” he frowned.

Superman wasn’t a fan of alcohol either. It had no effect on his Kryptonian physiology. He didn’t fancy the taste. 

“I don’t like beer or alcohol either. It might be a Kryptonian thing,” he beamed, more certain than ever that he was no longer the last of his kind. “I had mine swapped for milk,” he grinned. “I can arrange that for you too.”

“That would be cool!” Cap looked delighted. “Can I have chocolate milk?”

Cap behaved like a kid let loose in a toy shop as Superman showed him the room’s features.

“The bed and walls are reinforced, but cannot withstand our strength, if you toss and turn in your sleep,” Superman warned. “Do you sleepwalk?”

“No,” Cap pursed his lips. “I’ll power down before bed so it shouldn’t be an issue.”

Power down? Does Marvel have portable red sun lamps? 

That’s a brilliant idea he could adopt.”

For the rest of the morning, Superman had the pleasure of showing his new brother the rest of the Watchtower.

“Superman, this place is awesome!” Cap remarked

“Call me Kal,” Superman replied. 

“Okay Kal. You were saying you have Polar Bears in your Fortress of Solitude. Can I play with them?” Marvel pleaded with large, puppy eyes.

“Sure, Will-em,” Kal replied. 

Cap cringed. “I rather you call me Billy. William sounds so… old.”

“Bill, then?” Kal asked.

“Bill is good,” Billy replied.

Marvel prefers his civilian Earth name. 

He probably was raised on Earth too.

So civilian Earth name it is.

“Then call me Clark.”

Bill preferred flying to using the zeta tubes. He had a point. One can never tire of the magnificent view, flying on your power from the space station to earth.

“You keep your key where everyone can see?” Bill’s eyes widened at the large golden key outside Superman’s ice fortress.

“It’s made of dwarf star material and weighs millions of tons,” Clark smirked. “It’s not like anyone can pick it up and let themselves in.” He fitted the massive key into the keyhole.

“I bet I can,” Bill smirked. 

“Kryptonians can,” Clark replied. “But we’re almost extinct.” He handed the key to Marvel, who returned it to its place where it doubled up as an aircraft navigation marker.

“Holy Moley!” Bill’s jaw dropped lower as they walked into the fortress. “Are those your parents?” He pointed up at the statues Kal had created in memory of his birth parents.

“Yes. Jor-el and Lara Lor-Van,” Clark replied. “I was a baby when they sent me away. I don’t remember anything about them.”

“Oh,” Bill squeezed Clark’s shoulder. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay.” Clark assured him. “Ma and Pa Kent took me in when I landed on earth as a baby. They raised me as their own son.”

“That’s cool. I don’t have parents. I lost mine when I was five,” Bill’s eyes glistened with tears. 

“I can still remember them, though the memories are getting fuzzy.”He dropped his smile.

“You can always visit me and my family at the farm,” Superman patted his back.

“Farm?” Cap’s eyes widened. “You grew up in a farm?”

“Raised there. My folks live there,” he chuckled as he led Bill through the fortress' many chambers. “Talking about families, there’s a polar bear family I want you to meet.”

He opened a door that led into a natural cave just outside the Fortress of Solitude.

“My neighbours,” Clark gestured at a family of polar bears. 

The father and mother bears nodded at the men and chuffed their greeting.

Bill chuffed back. 

Then he whimpered like a playful bear cub.

Curious cubs approached Cap with their heads up and ears forward.

The biggest baby bear swatted the air in a playful mock attack. 

Captain Marvel pawed back as younger cubs rolled around. 

Their mother walked slowly towards Cap, and sniffed at him. 

The babies followed suit. 

Between the cuffs, whines and whimpers, the bears seemed to be having some sort of conversation with the man.

“Do you understand what they are saying?” Clark walked up to them, getting a growl in response.

“Oh sorry,” Bill replied. “I keep forgetting we aren’t speaking English.”

“Huh?” Clark frowned. Confused.

“Sasha here was telling me about your noisy machines driving their fish away,” Bill added. “She asks you to be a good neighbour and keep the noise down.”

Apparently, the mother bear was Sasha, the father bear was Phil.

“I’m hardly here,” Clark replied.

Bill chuffed at the mother bear, getting a series of growls in return.

“She says, you may not be here, but your machines still make too much noise. These two days, the sounds are more frequent and worse,” Bill explained.

Sasha chuffed some more.

“Then there are the newcomers in shiny suits that came through this week,” translated Bill.

“That’s not possible,” Clark had a nagging feeling something was wrong.

Phil roared. 

Sasha herded the cubs away.

“They are coming again. The bears smell them,” Clark translated for Bill. 

“Sasha is asking you to tell your guests to be more considerate.”

“What guests?” 

A sudden pain stabbed through Clark’s entire body. 

Kryptonite.

He searched for the source, but his super-vision failed him. A wave of dizziness hit him. Hard.

“Are you okay, Clark,” Bill caught him before he hit the ground.

“Kryptonite,” his vision turned blurry as an armoured figure bearing a large chunk of Kryptonite stalked past the bears, towards him.

“I got this.” 

Bill’s voice was the last thing Clark heard before he blacked out.

*

“Batman! Superman’s poisoned!” Captain Marvel strode into the Watchtower carrying a limp, green-faced Superman.

“What happened?” Batman led Marvel to The Infirmary.

“Kryptonite bomb exploded in our faces,” Marvel grimaced. “Shards of Green K pierced his skin. I removed as much as I could but I don’t have X-ray vision, but I think he breathed particles of Kryptonite, so can you check his lungs?”

“Hmmph,” Batman scrutinised Marvel. “Why aren’t you affected?”

“Kryptonite doesn’t bother me,” Marvel replied. “We were attacked in the Arctic. Who do I hand the culprits over to?”

“Bring them here for interrogation,” Batman replied. If these guys infiltrated Superman’s fortress, he wanted to find out more. “Local authorities don’t have the facilities or security to store technology that is advanced enough to take down Superman. Bring everything here for safekeeping.”

“Yes, sir!” Marvel did a chipper salute and disappeared in a red blur.

So, Captain Marvel is immune to Kryptonite. He doesn’t have X-ray vision either. The man is clearly not a Kryptonian.

As he applied the ultrasonic vibratory device to Superman’s chest to loosen the kryptonite particles in his lungs, Batman pondered on the new information that Marvel had revealed about himself.  

Marvel may not be a Kryptonian, but he could be a Daxamite. 

These are descendants of Kryptonians who left Krypton to explore space. They have the same powers as Kryptonians but do not have x-ray vision. 

Although they are not affected by Kryptonite, Daxamites have a fatal sensitivity to lead.

Batman set up the portable lung lavage system to wash out Superman’s lungs. 

Then he headed to his private quarters where he kept his contingencies against every member of the Justice League.

He removed the Kryptonite from Marvel’s box and replaced it with lead bullets.