#(do i curse more when im tired or do i just care less about the words i choose? also this deserved every fuck i wrote!)

[librathefangirl]

i gotta get up in like 6 hrs but i can't sleep so here have the oh shit nnt thought of the night:

the only demon in THE demon hating club

this is a sentence my brain just came up with to describe Stigma Meliodas, and isn't that fucked up?? Like that was a very fucked up thing Meliodas put himself through. I feel like we as a fandom don't talk enough about how fucked up that was (shadowed by all the other fucked up things meli went through)

Because... not only did Meliodas' decision to join Stigma cause every demon to hate him, it also meant that he decided to spend his days around people who hated him or at the very least his race (that cannot have been good for his mental health which let's be honest probably was really shitty to begin with because of the dk and his childhood)

The goddess in the horn really wasn't that far off when she said he had no allies. Like obviously she wasn't right, but she wasn't entirely wrong either

Cause let's think about that in regard to Stigma Meliodas. We don't fully know how most of the members of Stigma felt about Meliodas, but considering they talked about slaughtering "every last one of the damned demon race" when Meli was literally RIGHT THERE (and none of them were like hey lucy maybe we shouldn't commit genocide) we can assume most of them wouldn't care if Meliodas died and probably only tolerated him being there because they had no choice (and if he was on their side then he wasn't on the enemy's side)

The way he responds to King (as Gloxinia) questioning his loyalty just seems so resigned, like he has been over this time and time; he knows Stigma don't trust him and he knows there's nothing he can say to change that, only his actions (him not betraying them) can prove he is actually on their side and not some deep undercover spy for the demons

Anyways I'm getting sidetracked- ALLIES! The only people in Stigma we know considered Meliodas an ally and friend are: Elizabeth (of course), Drole and Gloxinia, and then Rou

First let it sink in how fucking short that list is, and then let's think about each of those allies and what happens to them...

Elizabeth. Well. She dies. Horribly. And like I'm not even talking about the whole curse thing, I'm talking about how goddess Elizabeth died and Meliodas had to continue living. HE WOKE UP NEXT TO HER DEAD BODY. That was another very very very fucked up thing that happened (that we also don't talk about enough me thinks - cause like... he died. but then he didn't. but then she was still dead right next to him. and he didn't even know about the curse. he thought she was dead dead and he was alive. she was gone forever. and he was still living and now alone. very fucked up)

And then we have Rou. Rou who befriended Meliodas. Rou who knew Meliodas was a demon and didn't care and still called him a friend. Rou who only joined Stigma to get revenge on Stigma. Like yeah Rou didn’t hate every demon but he still brought that kind of hate and violence (regardless of his reasons). And was then also killed (by one of Mel's allies no less)

Which brings us to Drole and Gloxinia. Who had every reason to hate Meliodas (being the kings of their respective races) but still saw Meliodas as an ally and friend. Drole and Gloxinia who Meliodas then lost. Not to death but to the very side Meliodas himself had left in order to join Stigma. Who then also got sealed away for 3,000 years (leaving Meliodas not only without Elizabeth but also without his friends). And thennnn 3,000 years later, the same allies/friends are now Meliodas' enemies. (Hell Gloxinia is one of the Commandments who actively attack Meliodas in the fight leading up to Meli's literal death

And

Yeah

It's fucked up

It's also now only 5 hrs until i gotta get up so...

TLDR; The First Holy War era deserved more attention in canon and Stigma Meliodas went through some really fucked up shit

[hoodreader]

rant about hair n black women

as an indigenous person, thinking ab spiritual warfare historically was often exercised by sabotaging the hair: methods such as scalping, hair cutting, or forced veiling/styling shows how much significance hair has in communal morale, and how prohibiting the expression of hair correlates to a weakened community spiritually. it’s all so … ketuvian

rant starting here (very bluntly worded but im saying it with love)

some people might not like what i’m finna say but mama need to say it. ion think black women ever worked w that wound cuz the way black women have chemically altered their hair or put the hair of exploited non black women on their heads is so karmic to me. so many people reluctant to addressing the wound

and when y’all be like “my hair is #indonesian i’m not trying to look white” i’m like ohhh brother. ur being willfully obtuse 💔 u not tryna look white? mkay sure. but u def not tryna look black either. if it was just hair people would be getting wigs that matched their textures :P

do u know how much i see bw self deprecating ? “i hate my hair” “my hair is a curse” etc. sisters pls address ur manufactured desires PLS n do not give in to the texturism - u didn’t come out the womb hating urself. ask WHYYY ask WHYYY. n don’t even start w the “white women wear fake hair too” or “black people can have straight/blonde hair” cuz that’s disingenuous. let the melanesians GO. u are BLACK AMERICAN from ST. LOUIS MISSOURI they got NOTHING to do with you !!!

anyways … the relationship black women have to their hair feels rahuvian lol, n im not saying addressing the wound relating to ur hair will fix the problem but it’s a symptom of the larger issue imo. like the way that black hair trauma is a billion dollar industry is very karmic. these companies are siphoning us as a community … sooo …

here’s some thoughts n notes lol take the advice or don’t #whatever

sm “black hair care” products have carcinogens in them. stop giving them yall money 😭🙏🏾

a lot black hair care is lowk a scam. they usually be using race science to sell it too lol. as a negro, ur hair is not exceptionally so unique that u can’t just use products regular ass products … u just may have to use it differently

less is usually more. black hair as is should be very low maintenance just bc how fragile / delicate afro hair is. youtubers popularized them extensive ass haircare recipes / routines but it’s not necessary unless directed by ur hair care specialist lol also they was getting sponsorships girl they not using all that shit everyday 😭

with that being said, @ some of y’all: y’all not gon see no progress wit y’all hair til u accept ur hair is simply not gonna behave like the loose curly girlies on tiktok. that’s why u think haircare is much more extensive, draining, & fruitless for ur hair. ur trying to get it to subvert its nature & that rejection of nature is a ancestral/karmic imbalance. example: wash n go means wash n go, it doesn’t mean slick w 4 diff products and then blow drying the roots and then finger shingling and then blah blah blah so it hangs loose

lean into the ketu of it all. let go of societal perceptions of good hair, of did hair, of allat. let it go n let god. be ok with frizzy edges, u do not NEED a slick ponytail. knotless r ok but not as protective as people say. sometimes u just need some dookie braids and oil. and for the love of god give ur scalps a BREAK !!!

rant over, mama loves u so pls hear me out. this correlates to my spiritual hair care posts. i just felt it on my spirit :P this obv don’t mean u can’t do whatever u want w ur hair but at least maybe #stop the exploited human hair laces & put the relaxers down … moderate heat. just my imo. :p ur beautiful as u are. are u not tired of performing for the white eye in ur minds ? for the colonizer in ur hearts ?

anyways … i love u … bye n read the bluest eye by toni morrison x

[alexa-fika]

PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU I NEED MORE 🙇‍♂️🙏🛐

I NEED MY DAILY DOSE OF PLATONIC WHITEBEARD PIRATES

Demonically obvious ( Whitebeard pirates x nezuko!reader)

Prequel Part 1

A/N HERE WE GO, Im sorry for the wait but finally we got part 2! and lemme tell you I COOKED, Im so exited for this one guys, I had a blast writing it and hope you guys like it as well, HERE YOU GO COSMO, YOU ONLY HAD TO WAIT A WHOLE MONTH XD

Reader here is replaced by dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/Saradika

-He cared as much as he cared about Ace being Roger's son, aka he did not care.

He hummed after Ace finished confessing both his heritage and the true nature of Dokucha's current ailment.

"Roger, huh, Don't look much like the old bastard," he chuckled, taking another chug of his jar as he glanced at the small girl happily cuddling up to him.

"And a demon, who would have thought? Definitely something you don't see every day," he hummed. 

"I have just told you I am the child of your greatest enemy and that my sister is a dangerous being. Don't you want to kick us out?" 

He let out a bellowing laugh at his worries. 

"See, when I saw you come in with such a somber look on your face, I had thought you had important news to tell me, but I could not think of something more trivial," he exclaimed, laughing further at Ace's shocked expression.

" I could not care less about where you came from or what you are. At the end of the day, we are all children of the sea; your backgrounds do not change the fact that you are now my children."

Ace stares at him for a bit longer until he slumps down, a small smile breaking on his face.    

"you're something else pops."

"Gurararara Had me on my toes, boy. I thought I was going to lose my son and my only daughter."   

Dokucha frowned as he tilted the jar further, gulping more and more of the liquid until she had grown tired of it, and kicked the jar away from his grasp, much to the shock of both men.

Whitebeard frowned, glancing at at the wall she had kicked the jar to, watching as all that remained were small fragments littered throughout the floor. Glancing back at the child, who sat on the corner of the bed, kicking her feet as if nothing had occurred

"I already have the nurses and Marco on me for drinking, now you?"

Dokucha glanced his way, and he could notice a slight upward tilt of her lips wrapped around the bamboo and a mischievous glim in her eye.

"Cheeky Brat," He grumbled.

"Don't take your eyes off her boy. She is going to be a troublemaker; I can feel it."

He chuckled

"She already is. Hey pops?" he called, receiving a slight hum from the older male.

"Thank you."

"Don't you get sentimental on me, boy."

He knew she wasn't human due to her lack of food intake and other peculiarities.

"I know," he stated as he continued cutting the kale on his cutting board, the rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the board filling their ears.

"What the hell do you mean, you know?"

"Din't know she was a demon, but I knew she wasn't human either, also." Thatch looks up at him, narrowing his eyes at him and pointing his knife his way

"Stop using those words around your sister; she's gonna end up cursing like us," he grumbled, glancing at Dokucha, who sat next to Ace, dewy eyes staring back at him.

"Hi, pumpkin; you hungry?" he questions, returning to his previous actions of cutting the vegetable, letting out a soft hum when she shakes her head.

"You think I wouldn't notice?" he asks, giving Ace a side glance.

"What?"

"I'm the head chef of this ship, Ace; you think I wouldn't notice the fact that she never eats?" he questioned, raising a brow to the younger male.

"At first, I thought she was shy about eating in the mess hall. We ain't a quiet bunch after all, but she doesn't have any problem with hanging around the mess hall at all," he noted  

"Maybe I was just missing it, so I started looking more. I never saw her take any food, nor did I see you make any action to give her some; she always said no when anyone offered too," he listed

"What, are you a stalker? he scoffed

"I'm observant, ya nitwit," he snapped back.

"Not to mention the odd sensitivity to the sun, and the little bamboo piece she always carries around didn't help the case alone. They didn't mean much, but it kept stacking up."

He rolled his eyes at that, leaning his head on his hand as he stared at him, his sister looking up at the chef, waiting for his response.

"And you're okay with it?"

"Ace, we have fishmen, minks, mermaids and giants in our crew, not to mention most of the 'humans' in the crew aren't the spittin image of a human, have ya seen Marco? He's a walking chicken, or a pineapple.' He muses, grinning when he gets a choked laugh from the freckled man and a joyful laugh from the demon beside him

"She fits right in with us, and even if she didn't, we still would have made it work for the lil pumkin," he spoke, reaching over the counter separating them and ruffling her hair.

Ace smiles slightly at the interaction until a thought pops into his head.

"Marco is gonna kill you for saying that, y'know?" he snickered, remembering the commander's previous jabs.

"Eh, what he don know won't harm'em." 

-Knew she wasn't human due to their first encounter, lack of injuries, regeneration, and discrepancies on her devil fruit. (also that is such a nice gift, look at that man < 3)

"Oh, Was that supposed to be a secret?"

"W- you also knew?!"

"Ah, you probably forgot since you were out of it back then, but the little miss was quite protective of you; lunged right at me," he said, looking down at the small girl who began trying to climb her way into his lap, eyes slightly teary as she did

"Ah, it's okay, Dokucha; I know you only meant to protect him; I'm not mad at you," he reassured her as she nuzzled into him.

He looked up, returning the attention to the fire-user

"Her strength wasn't anything to scoff at and at first I thought it was the Toshi-Toshi no mi, but that fruit was consumed by Jewelry Bonnie," he recalled

"Not to mention that The fruit wouldn't change your body the way it did to her; it would only age you up, so that wouldn't explain the teeth, the eyes and the horn," he said, petting her head as she slowly dozed off.

“Seriously, you guys need to lay off on the staring”

"The cherry on the cake to that was the fact that the injuries she got from our squabble and any other injuries she has ever received healed instantly, much like the Tori-tori no mi Moderu Fenniksu, but last I checked, I'm still alive, and kicking so she can't be the holder of that fruit" he listed, ignoring his previous statement

"She could have just had a different fruit that was capable of those things." Ace pointed out a frown on his face

"Hmm, I thought so too, but I found it weird how, despite her incredible regeneration, she seemed to be incredibly sensitive to the sun, getting quite the nasty burns when she left that umbrella of hers; those are the only injuries I have ever needed to treat on her, it was peculiar but a devil fruit still could have been to blame, until I saw her swimming in one of the islands we stopped in, no care in the world and definitely not weakened by it."

"Hah, I guess we weren't the best at hiding it," grumbled Ace

"You sucked at it," Marco affirmed

"Okay, now you're going too far," he glowered, the scowl on his face growing as the doctor simply threw a smile his way. 

"Do..do you know of a cure?" he asked tentatively.

" I do not." 

Ace sighed at that, slumping down in defeat.

"But I'm sure we will find something; I have gathered a good amount of journals and information over the last few years. I don't doubt that the solution is among one of the journals; we just need to look through them,"

"I have been looking through books and information for the last three years. What makes this any difference? "

"The Difference, Ace, is that you were alone, at most with your crew You had what, twenty people? On the other hand, we have more than a thousand in the main crew alone, and that is without taking into account the dozens of subordinate crews and affiliates."

"I see the humility runs deep here," he mutters sarcastically, giving him an unimpressed look.

"Watch it."

He rolled his eyes, waving him off.   

"Do you really think we can find something?"

"Absolutely"

"You guys may have just recently joined, but you are as much as our siblings as anyone else, not to mention that everyone would do anything for their only sister."

WHAT DO YOU THINK? Again i loved writing this, Like i can just picture Ace dumfounded look as he realized that the crew did not give two craps about it almost everyone already knew, he thought he was being so sneaky. What we thinking of southern Thatch again?

Also cosmo, next request is also yours XD red pirate/whitebeard one. AND after that I have yours holo, second attempt

Taglist:

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@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

Fic specific taglist (Alarm bell for part 2)

@holoimtrans17

@khaleesihavilliard

@unsuretater-simp

@lunaizhere

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Too Good to Say Goodbye (SNEAK PEEK)

Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, Hurt/Comfort & Implied Smut

(THIS IS A SNEAK PEAK! IT'S GONNA BE A LONG ONE BUT ENJOY THIS LITTLE SNEAK PEAK IM GIVING YOU) I also have a lengthy Logan smut in my drafts but I'm no where NEAR done yet.

Summary: Y/N is tired of constantly being dissed by Logan and he doesn't seem to care, at least not until it's too late.

(it’s uploaded now)

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I clasp my jacket closer to my body as I wait for Logan to open the door of our shared apartment. It's pouring rain and my dumbass forgot the keys, I sigh as I pull my phone out, dialing my lovers number.

one ring

two rings

three rings

four- declined.

*new text from "Logie Bear🐻💙"*

Logie Bear🐻💙: Babe I'm on the sim, give me a few.

Me: I'm out here in the pouring rain and I left my key, You said you'd unlock the door 5 minutes ago.

Logie Bear🐻💙: You fucking made me crash.

Logie Bear🐻💙: I'm coming.

A scoff leaves my lips as I shove my phone into my soak jean pockets that stuck to my skin, a few minutes later I hear the lock click and the door swigs open revealing a less than happy Logan.

"Damn, were you watching our home videos while waiting for me to open the door?" Logan laughed as he took in a soaked me before side stepping so I could walk in.

"I've been outside for 10 fucking minutes in the pouring rain Logan and you're making jokes?" I almost screamed at him

Unbelievable, all I do for him and this is how he treats me?

"Woah babe, take a joke," Logan starts before his phone starts ringing "Yeah? Oh for sure, right now? Uh huh, Okay I'll hop on. Yup yup, just give me 5. I'm grabbing a snack" with that Logan hung up the phone "I'm hoping back on the sim with the boys, so just take a shower and dry the floors, you're ruining the wood."

I wanted to scream, I'm ruining the floors? I wouldn't be ruining the floors if you would've opened the door 10 minutes ago like you fucking said you would.

I made my way into our shared room, grabbing my clothes and speaker before making my way to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I connected my phone to the speaker and started playing "Hold Me While You Wait" by Lewis Capaldi on a low volume before stripping out of the soaking wet clothes that stuck to my skin.

My shaking hand turned the tap to hot as the water started spurting out of the shower head, which made me sigh thinking about the shower head I gave Logan every time we showered together. Today makes 3 weeks since we last fucked, and that was also probably why I'm so aggravated at everything he does. All this pent up sexual tension between us is driving me crazy.

Before stepping into the now steamy shower I turned the volume up on the song currently playing. Once in the tub, I let all my problems wash off of me and down the drain as I let the boiling hot water hit my skin as I just stood under the warmth of it. After what felt like 3 minutes of pure bliss and silence I hear a faint knock at the door before hearing it open. Peaking my head out the shower curtain I'm greeted by Logan just standing by the door.

"Hey Logie, care to join me?" I said in a low & seductive voice, watching as he steps fully into the bathroom and closes the door. A victory smile makes its way on my lips as I pull myself behind the curtain once more, quickly lathering myself in foamy soap.

I can hear Logans footsteps getting closer to the shower, but instead of getting in I hear him pick up my phone, turn the volume down, set my phone back down and as he's leaving he mutters "Not tonight. Boys are on the game and they're complaining that your depressing songs are too loud."

Are you fucking kidding me?

That had been my last straw. In one quick movement I turn off the shower, throw my robe on and march out of the bathroom and into his sim room.

[maxineryx]

Warnings: Depression, murder

When Suguru Geto fell into a long and dark spiral of despair and misery, you knew exactly what to do.

It was clear that the others hadn’t realised his weird behaviour or even how the depression took a toll on his looks, which seemed slightly stupid to you, but you figured that perhaps they had all been occupied by surviving in the Jujutsu world, rather than worrying about a friend.

However, since you were also a sorcerer, this hadn’t made much sense to you.

You decided to wait until someone else noticed. In the meantime, you tried your absolute best in helping Suguru become happy again, with the will to live in this cruel world. You were his girlfriend after all, and seeing your beloved absolutely shattered made your heart shatter itself.

You talked to him, hugged him, bought him things. You never forced him to say anything he didn’t want to. He was too scared, nervous that perhaps if he told you just a little about how he was feeling, you’d be quick to leave, because his mind was an endless storm full of dark thoughts he would never think to share, even to you.

You asked him about his days, supported him, and tried to make him eat after realising he had lost a ton of weight. Yet nothing worked.

Then soon you found yourself exhausted by completely sacrificing your energy on Suguru, but you would never dare to call it ‘sacrificing’. You swore that if anything happened to him, you wouldn’t forgive yourself for not being able to help.

And after realising that his friends didn’t pick up on any of this, you decided to confront them, because what good friends wouldn’t notice their friend’s soon-to-be downfall?

Satoru didn’t believe you at first.

But after recalling Suguru's behaviour over the past few weeks, Satoru knew that something wasn’t right.

So the both of you attempted to help him. Satoru spent less time on training his Reversed Cursed Technique, instead spending more time with you and Suguru, whilst you just carried on with what you did before consulting with the Six Eyes user.

It was going well. You noticed sudden, but good changes in your boyfriend’s behaviours and appearance. Suddenly the black circles under his tired eyes became less visible each day, and his knotted hair became more smooth and knotless. His weak voice returned to the gentle and caring one he had before, and he started leaving his room more often. Although you knew that there would always be a scar engraved into his heart, you felt nothing more than pride for managing to fix it, to fix your slightly strained relationship, to fix his life before anything unforgettable happened.

On that day when everything turned back to normal, you could finally go to sleep knowing that your boyfriend was back after so many nights of crying and worrying for him. You went to sleep so peacefully, eyes closing instantly after hitting the bed, with a smile on your face.

And when you woke up, you were horrified to hear that your Suguru Geto, the one who you pampered with kisses every day, the one who cried on your shoulder every day, had just committed mass murder.

The news caused you to stagger backwards, supporting yourself against the wall as the startling information sunk in, your breathing coming out in shaky, rapid breaths.

Your mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts.

It was going so well. It was going so well. He was getting better. You thought you helped him.

Did you happen to make it worse?

Was it because of you that they planted an execution on him?

Was it… your fault?

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A/N: To the anon who requested a Gojo fic, if you see this, know that I have noted your request down. Im not sure if it will be done quickly, I have many things to do atm, but you will get it soon :)

[fakeuwus]

GUILTY CONSCIENCE | sim jaeyun

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ guilty conscience by 070 shake

⁺ ⋆˚ genre: idol!jake x nonidol/femreader, just angst man am i sorry, established relationship

⁺ ⋆˚ warnings: lowercase intended, cursing, being drunk, infidelity, gaslighting(?), baby is used as a nickname, one suggestive text, jay is mentioned BRIEFLY

⁺ ⋆˚ word count: ~1.2k

⁺ ⋆˚ message from nic: i know i already did a piece ab cheating but all of my works are inspired by songs or i try to connect them to a song,,, i just feel it sets the tone of the story and its fun to connect a story to a song!! and since this song is one of my favs atm i HAD to write ab it. i definitely recommend u guys listen to the song while reading or even listen to it after. kinda ironic how cheating is one of my pet peeves (i fr despise it sm dont get me started) yet here i am writing ab it lmao. i promise i'll write something more lighthearted and/or anything that isn't angst soon LOL. but hope y'all enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

"5 AM when i walked in, could not believe what i saw"

yn: JAKEY JAKE JAKEY pleaseee come tk the club rn i habent seen u since u got nack :(

jake chuckles at the message as he reads it. he glances over at the clock that reads 4:38 AM. he knows that clubs in korea don’t close until 8 but god damn how are you still partying with your friends this late? he figures that you must’ve had a little too much to drink and your party animals for friends don’t help at all.

jake: ik baby but we had schedules right when we landed and im so tired… how are u even still there rn???

yn: TOO MICJ FUN :D

yn: COME HAVE FUN WITH ME BABY ;)

jake: u make it rlly hard to say no to u

jake: ill be there soon<3

jake sighs as he rises from his bed, making sure not to wake jay who’s fast asleep. he envies how jay can be sleeping so peacefully when jake is experiencing the worst jet lag of his life. you being out at 4 in the morning and his racing mind doesn't help him try to get some shut eye either.

he dresses quickly, making sure it's quiet when he exits the dorms. it’s not his finest fashion moment but he could care less about what he looks like. he’s only going out to see you and to possibly save you from whatever crazy antics you and the girls are up to.

jake isn’t going to lie when he says he hasn’t made the best effort to see you after getting back from tour. but he also didn’t lie when he said his schedule was super jam packed these days. he should’ve immediately ran to you as soon as he landed but he just didn’t have it in him. guilt gnawed away at his heart as he hailed a cab to lead him to the club you were having the time of your life at.

jake enters the back of the club smoothly without drawing any attention. thankfully your friends secured a vip table upstairs in a secluded area, making it easy for clubgoers to not notice that an idol was going to a club at godforsaken hours.

approaching the table he sees you right away. it’s not hard to spot your beautiful red dress, hugging every curve on your body. your long hair flows as you sway your hips back and forth. jake smiles to himself. how did he manage to bag the most gorgeous girl in all of seoul, korea? it was clear you were having way too much fun, giggling and dancing with your friends and-

he quietly gasps. the scene before him makes him halt in his tracks. it was like time stopped and the flashing lights began to blind his vision. his heart rate slowed and his palms were becoming clammy.

maybe he was mistaken. there was no way you would do this to him, he thinks. but there you were cuddled up next to a man, drunk out of your mind. jake can't stand another minute watching you and the mysterious person grind up against one another.

in a blinded rage he rushes towards the guy and pushes him away from you with all of his power. “GET THE FUCK OFF MY GIRL!” you shriek and the guy stumbles backwards sending a few drinks flying off of a nearby table. “YOU MIND TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE YN?!”

your mouth is agape and your mind is scrambling to figure out what to say. you know you can’t explain how you were practically dry humping a stranger, too shocked and the alcohol still strong in your system. you're struggling to say something, anything to try to make things right.

“and you,” jake turns and gets too close to the man’s face. “she’s clearly too inebriated to make the right decisions. how DARE you take advantage of her like that?!” you’re confused as to why he’s flipping the script and blaming the stranger but jake rips you away from everyone too fast for you to think another second. you stumble as you’re dragged away to a dark corner.

the two of you are standing in awkward silence, no one daring to say a word. your eyes are looking everywhere but jake. you’re too afraid to see what kind of expression his face has. “jake i-” “no. you don’t get to speak right now. there’s nothing you could say to justify what i just saw.”

ragged breaths begin to come out of your mouth and your chest is tightening. “jake please baby i just- i was so drunk and these guys came up to us and…” your sentence trails off, every word you’re saying just sounds so ridiculous at the moment. he’s right. you couldn’t say anything to excuse your wrongful actions.

“and to think i came here at fuck ass o’ clock just to come and see you. i’ve barely gotten an ounce of sleep these days but i gave that up to come because you were BEGGING for me to be here.” his voice is angry and you know he has every right to be screaming at you. at this point tears are threatening to spill from both of your guys’ eyes. “jake… i know i know and i’m so sorry i swear nothing like that-”

“NO. no just no,” he pauses carefully choosing the words he’s about to say next. “you’re right. there won’t be a next time… we’re done.” the tears that brimmed your lashes are now falling. the alcohol that once ran through you is now gone. you move to grab his hand but he takes a step back. the distance between you two grows larger and he seems out of reach.

“jake please we can work this out! please don’t leave me because of this.” your pleas are ringing in his ears but he ignores them. “we can’t come back from this yn. how could you think i’d ever trust you from now on?! don’t contact me ever. have a nice life.” the loud music pounds on the walls just like your heart is in your chest. you’re left alone sobbing, wondering how you managed to fuck up the best relationship you’ve ever had.

jake stumbles out of the club, trying to clutch onto anything to help him out. the fresh breeze of the night blows onto his face and helps him regain his breath. he struggles to get his thoughts together as he walks down the sidewalk back to the dorms.

maybe he was too harsh with the way he spoke to you but he knew it had to be done. seeing you cling onto someone that wasn't him was his ticket out. he knows that you're absolutely going to be broken for awhile but you'll be okay, right? he knows that you're going to blame yourself for this for who knows how long but you're going to be fine in the end, right?

he convinces himself that it's better you than him because now,

he'll never have to admit what he was doing while he was away from you on tour.

"i caught you but you never caught me, i was sitting here waiting on karma, there goes my guilty conscience."

© fakeuwus 2023 do not repost, translate, or plagiarize

[roseapov]

Thanks to Havria

Zhongli x GN!Reader

Tw: mentions of obsession, fixation, manipulation, worshipping, killing, mentions of diving powers, manipulation into a marriage

Spoilers to Zhongli's Story Quest Part 1

Povtober 2023, Day 9 [Masterlist]

For the first time, you met under the moonlight. The moon was in full set, giving you much needed light. You tried solving puzzles to Havria's domain, as her follower. Follower of the Goddess of salt, that you admired more than anything.

With your lack of knowledge on the real story of Havria's death, you blamed it all onto Morax, the Geo Archon.

When the man caught you red-handed while you were messing with mechanisms blocking your way to your Goddesses hideout. His gaze made you tremble, not knowing why, reminded you of the god people of this land worshipped and you loathed, the thought of him making you shiver with dread.

You couldn't move, your body like in paralysis. The only thing you could do was to stare at this mysterious man in expensive brown attire and seconds after you blacked out.

When you woke up you found yourself laying on the bed in the Bubu Pharmacy. How did you know? You were a common guest here cause of your concern for the doctor Baizhu health.

What you saw after a few seconds was the same man from the last time, sitting at your bedside and staring at you. His gaze was so stern, so intense, you felt like he could see right through you.

What made you confused is the fact, that after you blinked he looked completely.. normal? He didn't had this heated gaze, and his aura became less suffocating.

The brunett introduced himself as Zhongli, and asked you to introduce yourself even though he knew it all already. Against your better judgement you did given him your name, only to later regret dearly this course of action, cursing your past self.

His eyes gleamed with an gold glow, but you shrugged it off as you being tired another grave mistake.

He offered to make a contract, he would take care of you, which left you puzzled. Why would he want to take care of you? He don't know you, right? You disagreed to it immediately. Poor you, completely unaware of the ace he had in his sleeve.

'Let me take care of you as my spouse, in exchange, I'm going to tell you all I know about your Goddess, Havria.'

He said the words 'your Goddess' with a bit of a spite, yet you were in such a euphoria that you haven't seen a thing, another huge mistake.

Havria? Your Goddess? He knows something about her?! But how? Her history is lost to time! How can he know something about it? And also, being his spouse? That decision should take time, but the informations you could get from it! Besides his taking care of you surely won't will last forever, right?

After you signed his contract, excited to hear the news about your deity the only thing you heard was:

'I haven't killed Havria, you're gonna understand the meaning of these words soon. You will know the rest of the story when the time comes'

That was dissapointing. He? Killed Havria? But how? Isn't he in his 30's at best? Why would he suggest such a thing? Is there more to the story than you imagined? Is it all he's gonna say to you? When the time comes? But that can take forever! And why is he leaning towards you? He.. he kissed your cheek? You completely forgot you will have to be his spouse!

Maybe having a follower of Morax as your husband wouldn't be so bad? After all he did make a contract with you, so surely he will be loyal to these conditions, right? And surely he will let you go afterwards, you just need to wait for 'when the time comes' and then you'll leave him. Sounds easy, right?

If I made some grammar or language mistakes, I apologize. I'm going to correct them all when im gonna be on the actual days in Povtober or after Povtober

~roseapov

[keigo-birdies]

Well, I'm done. I can't do this anymore. I'm tired and depressed and fucking terrified. I wish I could leave this damn place but I can't cause I'm fucking poor. I wish I lived in a country where everyone believed in equal rights, where I had secure bodily autonomy, where everyone wanted to actually help their fellow countrymen. But instead, I'm stuck in an ass backward country that cares more about hurting the people they deem "unworthy" even if it means you will suffer in the process.

I have no fight left in me. I just want to crawl into bed, fall asleep, and that be the end.

That damn asshole is going to win all because of these hateful chucklefucks.

I'm a woman in my 20s cursed to live in the south. I don't want to hear from racist white magats when they complain about everything being more expensive than it already is. I don't want to hear them complain about losing their social security. I don't want to hear them complain about losing their healthcare. I don't want to hear them complain when this country falls into an economic drpression and we lose millions in our workforce to unethical mass deportation causing a famine (because lets be real, everyday americans aren't going to work farm jobs that immigrants work now when they're all forced out of the country). I don't want to hear about them being paid even less than they already are. Not being able to find essentials in store thanks to his tariffs, losing their homes, and the list goes on. I don't want to hear any of it. To everyone who voted for him, you have to sit and rot in what's to come. You wanted Tr*mp, you get his shitty policies as well, so suck it up. You hate others so much you voted against yourselves and you have no one to blame but you.

IM DONE!!

[hikarry]

You know that old saying about "breaking the family curse"? It always sounded so fucking dramatic to me. But real life is dramatic as fuck, innit? For my family, there are many "curses," things less visible — a shit load of undiagnosed mental health issues that silently influenced every part of our lives for fucking generations but that everyone insisted in ignoring.

Growing up, I always sensed there was something different about how my mother handled stress, emotions, and relationships, for example. It was like walking through a fog that we could never quite see through. Conversations were avoided, and emotions were bottled up. There were very few moments where we, as a family, spoke about our feelings. I saw the patterns repeating in my parents, my grandparents, and even in myself. It wasn't until I reached a breaking point that I realized something had to change.

I've been diagnosed with depression and anxiety - and so has my grandmother, but im the first getting diagnosed with adhd. Getting my diagnosis was like finding one of the missing pieces of a puzzle that had been scattered across generations. There is more. I know there is more. I am the culmination of generations of struggles people insisted on ignoring and that I'm working so hard to bring to light. It isn't easy— there is a lot of reaching out to my psychiatrist because my meds aren't working, and a lot of medication changes that drive me insane. I'm so tired of changes and nothing sticking. I'm losing hope on ever fixing this. Of ever having a functional brain like I had once for a week when a med by miracle made me into a normal functional adult and then lost its effect. Being back to shit after that week has been hell. But, at the very least, finally having a name for what I was experiencing, some things started to make sense.

The journey won't end with the diagnosis. In many ways, it is just the beginning. I still have therapy, i still have a lot to learn, but, even if I try to talk openly with my family about my struggles and try to explain it, they still don't understand it. They have told me in my face that they don't know what to do with me anymore, and is there a way to make someone feel like trash worse than that? I dont know what to do with myself either. I just needed someone who sat with me and cared. And listened. And tried to understand.

Breaking part of the family curse doesn’t mean everything is perfect now. There are a lot of hard days and ongoing challenges. I still haven't found the right medication and I'm in the middle of finals season. I can't study. My brain just goes blank. If I look at the laptop it's like I'm seeing Chinese. And no one gets that. No one gets how frustrating that is. I don't want to be there one more year. I want to finish my degree and be done with it, but I can't mentally study. My brain literally doesn't want me to. Does let me. It fights me, and it's so so infuriating. At the very least, it's a step towards healing, and as i dont want children, it ends with me. Or if one of my brother's children is diagnosed, they know they can rely on me.

If you’re reading this and feeling like you’re stuck in a cycle you can’t break, know that you’re not alone. All of this is a step towards understanding yourself and breaking free from patterns that have held you back. It will take time, but one can hope.

[lightlycareless]

CHAPTER 35 IS HITTING LIKE ALL MY FAVORITE TROPES,, the ao3 outage earlier this week KILLED me right during my standard "rereading the latest chapter over and over" frenzy,,,

this one had me throwing my phone on my bed and covering my face w my hands like a flustered maiden. losing my fucking shit the entire time

the sudden "theres something going on that all the staff are whispering about" had me like,, what the fuck is going on,, is someone DEAD? and a momentary "HOW MANY MONTHS HAS IT BEEN SINCE THAT ULTIMATUM" and then its naoya's dumb ass getting himself sick. i'd be annoyed at him if it weren't for the incredible scenes this grants us later in the chapter

(and its also SO FUNNY *how* he got sick-- literally stranded in some cursed energy zone all pathetic and alone. just like my sad kicked dog description i keep using for him. he is embodying it fully and truly.)

when naoya's staff came up to y/n like "its about naoya's health we need you" i was like "ohh the drama is he gonna die without her there or something" and,, turns out thats exactly it he probably would've died from refusing to take medicine if she weren't there. glorious. hes so pathetic its unreal (affectionate)

THEYRE FINALLY ALONE TOGETHER AGAIN,, it feels like its been so long and it apparently has been for him-- feeling like its been centuries since hes seen her. ME TOO MF MAYBE IF YOU WERE LESS OF AN ASSHOLE WE COULDVE BEEN HERE EARLIER

"it feels like you could literally do just about anything with him and he wouldn't be able to stop it" - "you were sure you could control him" Y/N,, GIRL,, YOU WANNA TOP HIM SO BAD OOO YOU WANT TO DOM HIM SO BAD. IM CHEERING FOR YOU (she might've been thinking more about murder. but i know what i was thinking) that followed by the "holding the cup directly to his lips to make him drink" scene is killing me. im going insane for them.

she FINALLY gets to interrogate his ass and he CAN'T go anywhere or do anything about it this whole scene was AMAZING. we get so much added dimension to both of them with y/n finally getting to snap on him somewhat and say/ask all the things she's been hiding, and naoya finally showing a little bit of that vulnerability with the discussion about the records and his mother. there's SO much going on here and i can't WAIT to see how that's gonna unfold in the next chapter ft. all sorts of flashbacks

i would read like 35 more chapters of just these sick shenanigans going on tbh. naoya's pov during this kinda thing would be so interesting too-- how deliriously out of it is he actually? is he gonna be absolutely mortified at this behavior when he's more lucid? i could also imagine him pretending to be sick for wayyy longer than he really is just so y/n won't leave,,,

outstanding showstopping amazing. i cant wait to see whats next!

Hi!!!! AAAA sorry for taking a while to get back to your ask, however I must say that when I saw this pop up on my inbox I was going through somewhat of a sad moment, and this made me very happy :’) So thank you!! 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

Now onto the juicy details…

I’m 100% aware that I’ve been writing nothing less than indulging tropes… AND I’M GLAD ABOUT IT HAHAHAH I’M NEVER GONNA STOP

I think I might’ve been a bit dramatic when writing the reaction from the staff. But after everything that happened… there’s no other way for them to react 😂 The never-ending drama in the Naoya-Y/N soap opera has them on edge, they saw this coming and was only a matter of waiting when it would occur.

It makes me wonder what Naobito’s opinion about this whole charade was 🤔 From disappointment towards his son, to amusement when hearing that Naoya has been incessantly calling for Y/N. He probably lurked around as close as he could to get a better look of what was happening, maybe even bringing some popcorn to enjoy the show. Y/N was right to assume that his family would’ve intervened to force her into aiding Naoya, although… not because they cared but rather because Naobito was tired of things being boring.

Omg… who does he ship Y/N with? Naoya or Naoaki? WTF am I even saying lmao 😂 I need to log off.

As for the timeline… please don’t ask me about it AHAHAH I feel like after all the things that happened, if I were to sit down and determine how much time has passed since the beginning of the story… it would probably be like 5 years or so lol —well, it certainly feels like it anyways. But I will set a time frame in the following chapters to give you an example of how long it’s been, if it’s believable anyways 😂 Thank god it’s fiction AMIRITE? (excuse my lazy writing 😭)

Anyways, the way he got sick is exactly as you described: overall pathetic. There really is no better words to say, serves to show how he’s slowly losing himself 💀😂 ah, poor Naoya, but can’t say he doesn’t deserve it. I wonder what he actually did in those missing days?

I’m very surprised y/n was involved at all for there’s no way the staff didn’t know of their tumultuous relationship. This more likely than not could’ve worsened his situation… and if she was truly vengeful she could’ve taken this chance to kill him and yet, they still had faith on her, believed she would somehow ignore all the horrible things he had done to her and do the right thing. And in that matter, they don’t deserve Y/N lol. Once again if she were a bit more unhinged, she could easily be a Tomie-type of character… but where’s the fun in that? (at least for what I have in mind, not gonna say that writing that kind of story isn’t intriguing hehe)

Well, the threat of her being forced by her in-laws lingered in the back of her mind, perhaps even her main motivator, but all things considered she decided to do so because, well, she’s not completely evil. She should’ve been a bit harsher… but well, that doesn’t really align to the values she was taught with.

Talking about the alone part… wow. It has been a while since we saw them together like that; like what, 10 chapters? Lol Still, if Y/N had been that unhinged she could’ve been like “I’m taking my ladies with me AND Naoaki for my well-being” and that would’ve murdered Naoya and his staff immediately. HAHAHAH Can you imagine that though? Still, I won’t say that doesn’t sound a bit ridiculous 😂 the whole family reunited in his room lol.

But yeah!! It’s been so long, and it’s finally happening… under relatively normal conditions where Naoya isn’t terrorizing her. It does make me wonder how their time at the ryokan during their honeymoon was like… I might write about it… some snippets here and there (or if someone wants to send in an ask of what they think happened heheh) anyways, her being in this position of power is a bit unnerving to her, and within reason. From being berated almost daily, to being in a situation where she can literally do anything and who’s gonna stop her?????

Well, Y/N isn’t that crazy like Naoya, but I’m sure she’ll make the most out of this situation anyways.

AS FOR THE TOPPING IMPLICATION…. Damn. I didn’t even think about it like that hahah I was out here imagining how “Y/N wants to beat him up, make him suffer, so he can get a taste of what she’s been through��……….” And then you show me the other side of the coin where she might want to top him DAMN that’s an interesting perspective of something that might happen further down the road…. AHAHAHHAHA I won’t say anything more.

Either way, not that the aspect of “intimacy” has been brought up, for me those moments that Y/N was taking care of Naoya felt… well, intimate, if that makes sense. Probably a delusion from my side, but it’s the kind of domestic things I want to see happening between the two 😭 no more drama or fighting, just the two being in a healthy, happy relationship. Like Naoya coming back injured from a mission and Y/N tending for him because she cares for him, not because she’s being forced or because Naoya was acting stupid or whatever.

But we shall see, we’re getting somewhere after all :>

The highlights of this chapter would definitely be Naoya opening up to Y/N (although a bit, and when he’s not 100% him, but it’s something…) and Y/N talking (or more like demanding) to know about the records and why he’s acting like that… even though she doesn’t believe him that much lol.

NGL I’m excited for the next chapter, it’s going to be flashbacks that will certainly affect their relationship—something I’ve been wanting to write too! Like, I hadn’t said anything about Tomoko outside of Naoaki’s perspective, but what about Naoya?! What’s his relationship with her like? How was she during her last days at the Estate? And for Y/N, HOW DID MINAKO DIE? Oof, very interesting indeed.

The following chapter, whether for the worse or for the better, is necessary for their marriage. As well as his sickness :> We’re finally getting development for the two yall!!

Anyways, thank you so much for your patience and support! We’re slowly moving forward to the “good stuff” that I cannot WAIT to post!!! There’s also a few more tropes (I guess) that I want to introduce… some that I think are very obvious (of course, because I know what’s happening lmao) 😂 but I can’t help but indulge on them!!!! It’s like an addiction, I must… have… it.

Once again, thank you so much for being patient with me during this short break 🥺❤️ I hope you like the next chapters!! Take care, have a wonderful week, and hope to see you soon!!

[saintetheldredablogshorrormovies]

makes me kind of sad when i see people romanticising season 1 dean and being nostalgic for him and missing that version of him honestly cause i hate the idea that survival is not the most beautiful thing in the world

like. i adore season 1 dean dont get me wrong and yes the playfulness and jokiness and innocence is charming but like. season 1 dean is cute but later season dean is STILL HERE despite everything how could anyone not find that infinitely more breathtaking. it's a kind of beauty that makes everything pale in comparison it's like comparing the picture you tried to take on your phone of the moon from a few weeks ago when it was bright and full and pretty to looking up into the sky and seeing a sliver of the real thing nothing can compare its the difference between a shitty pixelated dot in the sky and something that makes you want to cry and hope and believe in things i love angry and tired and messy and honest

im very much not trying to gatekeep here simping for season 1 dean is so ok i for one am simping for dean in all seasons HAHA but dean was beautiful in season 1 because he was being so fully himself all the time even when it was weirding everyone else the fuck out and he's still being honest and true in every season even when being himself looks like something a little different so i dont think he gets less beautiful at any point actually. believe me i have raged at him and cursed and wailed at my computer screen as much as the next person he is so frustrating and such an asshole sometimes but when the storm has passed and i think about it i can always really see where he was coming from his feelings are so sincere and i think that's so beautiful

also later season dean is still so fucking cute like honestly i think every part of his "original" identity that he hangs onto comes to mean so so much more even if there is less of it in quantity he STILL cares a stupid amount about his car his one-liners are STILL garbage and forced sometimes this man has been to (spoilers) and he still cares about these things thats so much more fucking adorable he STILL loves his brother even if he cant do it in the same naive way he once did the love is still there only now its more difficult thats so amazing and brave later season dean is an amazing brother i will not hear of how insufferably toxic he is just because love is hard work now hard work is beautiful hard work is so beautiful. still pie still rock music aliases still slipping the tiniest parts of who he is into everything he does, however much he can risk. this show was so so correct about losing everything you have and then holding onto whatever comes back within an inch of your life and loving it with all your heart that was so correct im hanging onto all of dean that came back with him from (spoilers) and i am so sick of innocence idk about you guys but im in love with that kind of beauty. down with puppy dog sensitive dean damaged shuffling walking dead monster dean supremacy plsssss he's everythinggggg

[winderlylandchime]

THE MAN MADE HIMSELF A SHIRT. I REPEAT THE MAN MADE HIMSELF A SHIRT! That was why he took my markers earlier today! And i had the audacity to think he’d be normal and that the mind map paper was the worst of it all. He took a white shirt and wrote with a sharpie ’Team Brian’ on it. He said he even watched youtube videos to learn how to like stitch it in but gave up after he hurt himself with a needle. He made 3 extra shirts, 2 for our parents that he express sent to them and one for me. He wrote a note with the package to our parents that said ‘if you love me, you’ll wear it’ So I cannot wait to see how that goes (fr imagine getting that sent to you, just a shirt and a note.) And the best(?) part of it all is he wore the shirt to the damn doctor check up! I almost forced him out of it but then at the last second thought to myself ‘for the content..gotta let him be dumb for the people on tumblr, they would want me to do it.’ (At this point I’m just going with the drugged up idiot flow) The doctor took one look at him when he walked into the office and sighed. I forgot that they had to deal with him for two days during his new found love, so i have no clue what all he put them through. And he tried to ignore it at first but my brother kept pulling at his shirt and smiling at him so the doctor went ‘(brothers name) i see youre in the arts and crafts part of your obsession..’ and all my brother said was ‘bro…i mean Doctor Bro, you have no clue. I am stressed! I am tired! I stayed up all night thinking. Nobody cares about my feelings. Nobody cares about what I have to say and think, i have no one in my corner. And now the worst of all, he ran off with a kazoo player! Do you know how dumb that is?!’ The second my brother looked away, the doctor looked at me and mouthed ‘kazoo?’ And I mimicked a violin and the guy had to cover up a laugh. I feel like the doctor is cursing at HIPAA cause if i was him, id want everyone to know about this dumbass at my work. I will report back when my parents get the package (should be like two days or so). He asked at the post office if they will receive it in less than a week ‘because it is important, very, very important! Like life or death situation’ and then he panicked that they’d think he is sending something illegal so he went ‘it’s shirts! Like this one’ *shows his shirt* and then idk what went through his head because he went ‘it’s from a show I’m watching. I swear im not just being weird about Brians’

Dear sweet anon, I was settling in with an afternoon coffee on the couch to do some work on my tablet and your message popped up before I turned on my work DND (otherwise every notification I get is like 👀 surely someone reblogging this this is more important that the thing I am literally paid to do, you know how it is). And I’m so glad that I saw this before I “hunkered down” for some paperwork. Blech.

Nobody cares about my feelings. Nobody cares about what I have to say and think, i have no one in my corner. OH BROTHER ANON you have tens of people in your corner. We DO care about your feelings and one day you will know.

The arts and crafts part of his obsession! I die. He’s going to get an etsy or redbubble store before this is over and start selling fanart phone cases (not a jab, I have a fanart phone case!).

So about HIPAA. HIPAA only applies to healthcare information and identifying information. So for therapists, that’s basically everything (although I will frequently say a client recommended a TV show to me because that is not healthcare information [uh your brother’s qaf obsession would be though] and it’s not identifying). And HIPAA doesn’t apply to consulting with other medical professionals without identifying information (so I could say to a fellow therapist “I have a client who ripped his stitches after surgery due to excitement about a TV show, my own bar for how normal this is is a bit fucked, should I be concerned?”) So I can absolutely guarantee that your brother’s doctor is at the very least telling his fellow doctors about your brother. I promises you they are in the break room laughing about this.

IAN PLAYS A KAZOO. Sorry if this shows up in a fic of mine in the future… this is very Brian coded. No offense to kazoo players. I’m sure they are a lovely bunch who do not deserve to be grouped in with Ethan.

[hazbinextgeneration]

Hazbin Worlds Collide Ch33

(Mako/Velvet/Francis - Palettepainter)

The tention was so think you'd have to cut a chainsaw to get through it all. But what seemed suprising was that Queeny didn't react at first to Maizy's call or when she shook her shoulder lightly. Maizy rose a brow before looking over her shoulder at their brother, she hasn't seen this since-..Cheshire cleared his throat before subconciously rubbing his arm. But they didn't have to wait long. It started with a small chuckle, before a few more low chuckles waved their way out of her. Her eyes shifted up and over to her sister with a grin.

"Interesting." She looked up. "You're friend is very interesting....but if she wouldn't have been so rude to interrupt I would've told her my true intentions."

"And-..that would be what?"Mako tilted his head to meet the crazy loon eye to eye, but she still smiled.

"I had absolutely full intention of sending you all back to your own home. I just love seeing those expressions of yours.~”

Mako cursed something under his breath and the tention seemed to lighten up somewhat. The faces of the surrounding demons turned from shocked n terrified or annoyed or slightly releived. Maizy rolled her eyes, but really what was she to expect less from her. "Why didn't you just say it then? Would've saved us that little fiasco." Queeny just shrugged as an answer. Well what would she have expected? n of it was quite ingenius..But the power source was quite the hassle." She leaned over to put her head in her hands. "A miniture nuclear r "That's great and all, but..Exactly how do you plan on sending them all back?"

Queeny turned her attention to the blue wolf who honestly looked as done as everyone else with the situation, and giggled. "With your machine of course, the overall desigeactor n of it was quite ingenius..But the power source was quite the hassle." She leaned over to put her head in her hands. "A minature nuclear reactor isn't the most ideal to power an interstellar portal device. Maybe use contained black matter next time, hmm?"

"...You used a nuke to power that thing?!" A flurry questionable looks turned to the wolf who hunkered down under all the stares, "Are you f*cking kidding me?! We could've been killed any moment!"

"Mako please-"

"Im perfectly capable of powering that thing myself," Queeny rolled her eyes at the situation. Honestly did dogs always go for fight instinct first? Her tongue clicked in thought as she entertained the thought for a moment. "I cannot send you one by one. That would be too tiring to my being, but with the whatyoumucallit thingy It'd be easy to transport you all back."

What followed was even more releived faces and smiles much to everyone's delight, though that did beg another question- Maizy put her hand back on Queeny's shoulder as the loon turned to give her a 'Yes?' look with a raised brow. With the most serious tone she could muster, she asked the question that must've been on everyone's minds by now. "How long until they get on their way?"

Queeny was all too happy to reply with, "In just a few short hours. I have to let myself rest after cleaning up the boys bumbling job." The two boys gave her annoyed looks but didn't dare argue with the look Maizy through them.

"That's absolutely wonderful!"

"OOOOOOHH!!!" Beauty gasped suddenly slapping her cheeks against her face. Her eye sparkled with a newfound glee. "I can throw you guys a quick far well party! It's going to be so much FUN!! I can make a giant cake, and get everyone together, and....But first I think we better clean up the kitchen before someone sees. "

The cyclops began to babble on about parties and cleaning but right now she thought she should take care of something, so calmly removing Maizy's hand from her shoulder before standing up and stretching out her slim body. Turning, she walked her way over to the doorway that lead into the kitchen. Some chatter came from within the small cooking area, when she appeared in the doorway the first thing she saw was the infamous little doe girl chatting up that interesting little fawn boy and the reverse world's Hannibal. In fact he was the first to notice her, oh the fear on his face was a bit funny. He dove right behind the girl who looked ready to throw down when she saw the other deer standing in the doorway. But Hannibal was delighted to see her. The small boi ran up to her with open arms, instantly the two molded into what was a hug. She stood there a moment just embracing him, eyes glancing at the others for a silent moment.

"....Have you packed yet?"

[squidsawayfromhome]

obey me nsfw thoughts in the devildom

i would let mammon do ungodly things to me after an argument like messy messy hate sex where we both are switching and cursing each other and bending eachother to our whims i would ride him and tell him how useless he is degrade him and he would like it then hed flip me over and make me beg for him and praise him ugghhbnfnndndn

asmo i would let pda me any time anywhere anyhow also in private anything he wanted i would do it ill fold every time any time he wants risky public sex im game for him literally i would do anything he wanted but i would never date him or have like romance but we would be fwb and he would dom me 100% and sometimes just use me and im strapping from the bottom and hes riding me having the time of his life and of course mirrors always

beel would eat me out with a vigor the world has never seen before. we tried whipped cream and chocolate syrup once but he got too excited and almost vored me. lots of food dates feeding each other and cuddling with food babies. hes boyfriend material and its almost entirely romantic except for the occasional hunger for sex once the food metabolizes. hes so considerate and safe all the time and especially in bed

levianthan left his phone on the couch unlocked and i opened it only to see what had to have been hentai i locked it put it down and kept that shit to myself

satan would have me in the palm of his hand once i decide to trust him and he would read me so easily and always catch my eye even when everyone is chaotic he is very intentional and plans every move he makes well. he is meticulous and attentive in bed remembering exactly what i like and making mental notes every time learning about my body and every little reaction i have to him. he makes sure to start turning me on hours and hours before he touches me. he will whisper in my ear something filthy so only i could hear him. he would pull me into a chaste kiss when no one is looking then act like nothing happened. he will touch my back or neck absentmindedly sending tingles through my body. he knows exactly what he does to me and he enjoys every second of it. he likes to watch me squirm until i am at my limit. if i offend him he makes me ask perfectly nicely and cutely to get what i want after a long day of being teased relentlessly. he drives me crazy in the best way

the way lucifer would literally have me in a chokehold (safely) as he hits every mark emotionally and physically romantically and sexually intimately he just does the exact thing that hits just right and takes my breath away. one look from him and i am soaking and writhing and needy. he looks down on me with a low laugh and i deny everything. he knows though and acts distant until i cave and throw myself at him and you know cat and mouse a game of push and pull with a brat/ tamer undertone where i always need to be punished i always need HIM TO PUNISH ME AND YES I WILL CALL HIM DADDY and if im a little too close with someone else he gets so sulky until i give him a lot of extra attention (head) then he couldnt care less about anything else in the world and its just us and he is mostly very intense but when its pillow talk he talks for hours just stories philosophy his long long life knowledge that i just drink up until i fall asleep with my head on his chest his arm wrapped around me my leg in between his. the sound of his heartbeat and breathing is my lifeline. every time i look into his red eyes i feel like im on fire. every time his red nailed fingers brushes or grabs or scrapes my skin its ecstasy

i wanted to get with simeon so badly but he only wanted to bottom which i got tired of after awhile, i want someone more dominant, we stay friends

[luxxlunaae]

realizing now its less of the antagonists backstory and more of. the entire personaverse story. oops

okay so basically his name is Pynk (yes like pink with a y) and hes an anthro pink cat with white on his paws and chest and like. white stripes on his ears and face. his body is organic while his face is a computer screen (traumatic backstory) his best friend is a tv-head robot named Telli (yes like tele-vision) and shes basically a secretary to him. they met while Pynk tried to rob a store for parts and she was the one who manhandled him into giving it up before the police arrived, because she ALSO wanted the stuff (you would think Pynk would hate her. but he just HAD to befriend her) Telli is basically the one who tells him where and when stuff happens and hes the one who robs and asks questions.

oh yeah. the protagonist is Ghoul (yeah like. me. but also hes his own character now but i got attached to the name) hes also an anthro cat, whos grey and can see the dead and has heterochromia. normal stuff. Ghoul basically tries to stop Pynk from doing illegal shit, but Pynk almost always gets away with it because Pynk, whenever the police show up, has done nothing wrong and look, officer, theres no fingerprints!! and Ghoul just seethes.

but then one day, after months of this happening, Pynk kidnaps him. Pynk seems stressed, the fur on his body stiff and matted, like he hasnt been taking care of himself. Ghoul is a bit terrified, because hes never actually had a full-on serious conversation with the guy, and this seems serious. well, Pynk explains: apparently, his dads in town. who is Pynks dad?

oh. oh well get to him.

Pynk hasnt seen him in ten YEARS! and as far as he was aware, his dad was dead. Ghoul then asks what he has to do with this. Pynk, too caught up in impressing his dad, forgot why he even kidnapped Ghoul in the first place. (yeah... out of canon, i have no explanation, i just wanted them to talk. to move the plot forward. you get it-)

upon untying Ghoul, Telli, whos also confused, asks Pynk what his dad looks like, and why hes never brought his dad up before... Pynk just taps his screen, before smiling and saying "never mind. sorry about that! =} lets just move on"

yeahhh... Ghoul and Telli dont fall for it. they look at each other, suspicious of what Pynks doing, and deciding to investigate themselves. ofc not telling Pynk, who doesnt realize the two are gone when his back is turned, trying to distract himself. he only notices theyre gone when theyre outside, cursing tk hkmself before scrambling after them.

cue epic chase scene. although, Telli and Ghoul have no idea what theyre doing, or where theyre going. the chase goes on for about 15-ish minutes, before Ghoul bumps straight into...

Head CEOs of Roborganic (a robotic-organic group that makes robotic-organic relations better, with some science mixed in) Cole and Sparkz. Cole is a tall, slender white anthro cat with black ears and thin, judging green eyes, framed by thick black glasses. Sparkz seems to be a campfore come to life, though leaning in closer tells you he is, in fact, robotic and not flame. They are wearing matching suits, and seem to be talking when Ghoul bumps into them.

im getting tired, so im very sorry about that, but ill continue in the morning (if i remember)

hey can i talk to someone about my personaverse because i just came up with the main antagonists backstory and its. fucked up

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Okok so I have an idea that just came to mind and I wanna know what you think about this

So I was thinking about darling in subordinate au what if they had a crush on dazai/chuuya (or both) at the beginning? I'd imagine they'd get bullied so badly for this

Tbh this is kinda like one of your posts with the yanderes going after a darling they previously rejected

Im gonna do chuuya for this because…i have a feeling i’ve discussed something about liking dazai for this au before…?

it’s easy to be fooled by chuuya at first sight, when you only notice his soft smile from a far distance away. and maybe, because of all the time you spent being crushed under dazai’s heel, it’s even easier to create a fantasy version of him in your head, and fall for him—hard. you tell yourself that if you worked hard enough, dazai would eventually have to let you go, or maybe if he gets tired of you, he’ll shift you over to someone else, maybe even chuuya. you liked to believe that he wouldn’t be so cruel and condescending, just for the little solace your imagination brought you. you liked to believe he would be a better boss, and an even better friend. 

of course, all your hopes are dashed when you actually meet him. for starters, chuuya rarely let go of his deep scowl, especially around you and dazai. suddenly, he was so much more intimidating, and the callous way he treated you, whether out of irritation or just because he knew kind treatment would only get dazai angry, only served to make you more terrified. he glares at you, and his words are sharp, painful; like he knows exactly how to get to you. this was far from the chuuya you saw all those days ago. dazai’s perceptive enough to catch on to your longing looks and the droop in your shoulders, and he’s simultaneously amused and annoyed by it. was he giving you so little work that you had time to be catching feelings?

regardless, you suffer. you bury yourself in the work dazai gives you in a pathetic attempt at trying to ignore the heartbreak, and the less you see chuuya, the easier it gets. you foolishly believe that that would be the end of it.

while you’re busy trying to make sure you don’t die while completing the tasks assigned to dazai, you fail to realize that someone else has noticed the lack of your presence. perhaps it’s because chuuya has begun to see you like an extension of dazai; the tail of his shadow, but it felt unnatural to see the taller man prance around the building without you dragging your feet behind him. he would have been stupid to not notice you gawking over him, and chuuya was far too perceptive to miss the dejected expression on your face every time you got remotely close to him, but he just didn’t care. it didn’t matter to him that you probably just wanted a friend—everyone here were barely managing to look out for themselves, let alone make friends, but the part that bothered him the most was how small you looked beside dazai. chuuya was no stranger to witnessing dazai’s more sadistic side, but somehow, he was infuriated by the thought that you could only ever obey the fool’s orders if you wanted to live. it bothered him even more that he couldn’t involve himself in any way, but he wouldn’t be caught dead pitying you. you deserved better than his pity. admiration, maybe for making it this far despite the cruel circumstances. sympathy, because he knew how hard it could be to deal with dazai, but not pity.

somewhere along the way, his feelings of admiration and sympathy and something else turns into a strange fascination, shows as an unexpected interest. he has an eye out for you all the time, just to make sure you aren’t dead in a ditch somewhere. his angry cursing focuses more on dazai and not on you. instead you’re graced with a strange half-smile, if only for a moment. some of the black lizard member, the ones who pick on you—dazai’s pet, as they like to call you, jeering—are found brutally beaten, half-dead and silent despite all demands to know who the attacker was. dazai giggles as he tells you this, like he knows something you don’t. then his voice goes cold and he reminds you that you’re only safe by his side, as his pet. better the devil you know, right? (not that you’d ever claim to know dazai). even mori regards you with slight apprehension, as if in disbelief over something. 

the question remains unasked; how did you, measly little thing, cause so much trouble?

chuuya’s acts go unnoticed by you, in fact, you don’t spare him the light of day, more on edge by dazai’s warnings and the strange way everyone seems to watch you. his attempts at conversation register to you as veiled threats, and you’re far too frightened by him to spend even a moment more lingering around him once you sense his presence. maybe the distance should disappoint him, but chuuya’s vague interest in you hasn’t developed that far yet. besides, it’s not too bad to watch over you from afar. 

once it does get worse, though, chuuya will try to clear up the misunderstandings. he demands for more of your time, insists that dazai can’t make use of you, stands up for you publicly and makes it clear that he disapproves of dazai’s treatment of you. anything to make you realize his intentions.