#Can anybody just? Explain to me what im supposed to do here?

[boy-gender]

Ive been gaining a worrying amount of followers very quickly, and that already makes me a little wary, but thats okay! I want this blog to help more and more trans men and transmasc people feel they have a place to celebrate themselves and one another!

But unfortunately, lately, ive seen an increase in followers from a very specific, very insular, very niche group. Transnazis.

Now at first I didnt know what this was and assumed, as im sure many of you reading this will, that this means "im a nazi, and also transgender. I am a trans nazi." No. That's not what it means. Transnazism, one word, or any of its weird censored typing quirk variants, means "im not a nazi but i feel like i should be. I relate, somehow, to the aesthetics of the third reich." This is part of a slightly bigger but still very small group called transbigots or transharm.

I've spent the last two weeks or so since I noticed an influx of them trying to decide what to do. I'm not a huge blog by any means, but this blog is growing rapidly and has considerable reach in transmasc circles. I believe I have a duty to my followers to shield you all from the worst of the garbage that I encounter (one of the myriad reasons I dont respond to hate messages). So Ive been debating just blocking these people and not commenting on them publicly, because frankly I wish I could unknow what I know about them and I'm sorry to have to pass it on to y'all.

But seeing a small drove of them come my way and decide, somehow, that this is a place for them, that they're welcome here, or that I am somehow in solidarity with them frankly makes me sick. I have losing sleep, disrupting my schedule, missing appointments, and disordering my eating all because I am caught in a cycle of anxiety about these people being anywhere near me. I feel so viscerally uncomfortable I want to take off my own skin, and every time another one comes along or I read what they say, i can feel the physical pressure of all the vitriol i want to scream at them clogging up my throat.

To any transnazi or transbigot or what have you that may be following me who I missed, or who may want to follow me in the future, I have a direct message:

Do you huff paint out of a plastic bag? Are you breaking into zoos to get high licking rare exotic frogs? What in the FUCK is wrong with you? What fucking aesthetic of nazism could you possibly want to center your identity around- the skeletal bodies of camp survivors? The rooms of stolen teeth? The mass graves? Or do you just like a red white and black color palette? Explain it to me. I want to know exactly what I did that appeals to you so I can never do it ever again. I do not accept you. I do not welcome you. There is nothing here for you. I wish you a drastic and painful change of heart- I hope you get better, and I hope it hurts the entire time.

But while we wait for that, FUCK. OFF.

[nomairuins]

under the cut bc it is relating to The thang rhat happened yesterday. so umm. idk how to tw it. i thought some very scary stuff happened to my body but none of it actually did but i talk abt it a bit in detaul and its a bit gruesome . and i rambled abt it in the tags for a bit so dont read those either if u r squeamish Andor just dont want to hear abt that rn . apologies

in hindsight now im calming down a bit it is like. funny in a sad way that while i was literally Convinced that my rib had punctured my lung and also my heart and blood was filling my entire body. i Kept on asking the paramedics Is this gonna be really expensive . im sorry. um is this ambulance gonna cost a lot . and when my mom got to the room i kept crying and saying sorry in between my literal gasping for breath and gagging on what i was convinced was blood and uncontrollable shaking bc i was rly rly rly terrified it was going to cost her a lot of money . bit funny. where r your priorities girl...

[00belle00lovely00]

Well if you also have more ships headcanons, so you also have Bobby x CatNap Headcanons?

G A S P

OH MAH GAWD IM GETTING SO MANY GOOD ONES-

ALRIGHT, I got you bestie! 🫶

💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️

ALR. I WILL SAY IT. THIS SHIP SHOULD BE LITERALLY NAMED CUDDLES. DON'T ARGUE WITH ME, YA'LL KNOW IT.

Quiet sleepyhead/introvert x lovely and mushy extrovert

Catnap isn't one to go out of his house much. It is either to lay down on a tree and sleep the day away or lay down on any surface that he finds. So, he is quite fond of Bobby because she's the only one who wouldn't complain about his sleeping habits. I mean, sure, she gets quite down whenever Catnap doesn't come along to the group for something fun, but unlike people like Dogday, Kickin, or Hoppy, she would actually encourage his need for sleep as she is aware he does it for his own self-love (in some strange way).

Catnap would TOTALLY randomly slump onto the floor on purpose and act passed out for Bobby to get worried and carry him into his bed. Why, do you ask? Because she ALWAYS. And I mean, ANYWAYS give a forehead kiss before going. Earning a purr from the cat.

They are all on with PDAs. ALL the time. Every second of it. But that's just because Bobby is the one to start it and Catnap is the one to just melt into it.

She'd be pinching on his cheeks like an aunt coming to see you.

Their date? Laying on a beanbag. That's- that's it. That's all they need. A scenario you say? Well...

Craftycorn: "Um... hey Bobby? Everyone's asking where you are, we were supposed to be at Dogday's house to... oh!"

Bobby: "CrAaAaaFtYYyY... *SNIFF*... THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE... I CAN'T ESCAPE THIS... LOVELY... ADORABLE... PRISON!" *Bobby sobbed as she laid on a beanbag, Catnap lying down on her lap.

Bobby would be sending flower bouquets DAILY for Catnap. Charmingly enough it being lavender and rose buds.

Smooches on the kitty!💜❤️ mwa! mwa! mwa! SMOOCH!

Catnap was always very laidback in many times. Tired much, soft-spoken, never really got anybody or anything for that matter. But often times he would get a bit pissy about how Bobby's mushy attitude is to everyone around them. He may not be a jealous typo, not at all, but he can feel a bit detached from Bobby's love from seeing her much more active than he is. So whenever THAT happens, he gives her the ice treatment. And oh boy, ain't that TORTURE for Bobby. The ONE girl who adores hugging and loving others more than anything else in the world is being given the cold shoulder is something worth weeping for. So whenever that happens, Catnap quickly regrets it and makes it up to her by spending the night with her.

Not surprisingly enough, I always headcanon Bobby having attachment issues (which would explain the last headcanon) so whenever she is also she sends as many love letters to Catnap as she can, even though half of the time is given back due to Catnap not being good with words, it eases her to know he is at least reading it

Bobby would pretty much spoil Catnap ROTTEN! In exchange? Catnap would probs call her "little Rosie". Now, you can imagine her kicking her feet, squirming and going absolutely NUTS for that small compliment.

They both like cuddling a lot, while also watching old Disney movies.

EXTRA:

DogDay: "Catnap? Caaatnaaap? Jeez! Where is he at? I can't find him anywhere!"

Bobby: "Let me handle this, 'Day!" *Bobby stepped in, taking a deep breath before kneeling down and making a gesture with her fingers* "pspspspspspsppspspspspsppsspspsp"

*Instantly, Catnap appears.*

Kickin: "... that's disgustingly corny" Kickin added.

Bobby: "Oh, hush" *she turned to look at Kickin while scratching the back of Catnap's ear* "We all have quirks here and there, that is just what makes you the loveliest you can be"

[anonymous-dentist]

since people apparently cant be formal im going to be: we dont use "q!" cuz people kinda dont want to talk abt the server, only spiderbit/guapoduo, so they decided to use "g!" or only "!", and when people are refering to other series they use the first letter of the series for example: "c!roier", i myself dont quite get the g!/! and understand why u dont like people not using "q!" when the universe they talking abt is qsmp

(people saw u complaining abt it here and start to shit on u without any context on twt and saying u complained that q wanst appearing in other fics even tho im pretty sure i didnt when ur distancing urself from him so i wanted to be formal :])

-🎀

(also can u explain y u dont like the "g!" or "!"???)

I can try to explain myself, but I'm also kinda crying answering this because I have a hard time with emotion regulation when I'm upset (autism thing)

OKAY! SO!

I don't really mind the new tag things? Like, I don't love them, but they're fine. If people want to distance themselves, that's fine. I'm distancing myself. Anybody who's been keeping up with my blog over the past half a year or so can see that I haven't really posted about the QSMP at all since Purgatory started. I haven't talked about Quackity at all outside of that shitshow of an awards ceremony in over a month when, for several years, I was a Quackity-centric blog (2021-early 2023)

My thing with the new tags, and with the Guapoverse thing in general, is that it really just isn't accessible for a larger audience. Sure, some parts of Twitter might understand it, but what about the rest of us?

As far as I can tell, the Guapoverse originated with a Twitter artist (Moone), and it blew up overnight. And I'm overall cool with it! It's a little silly, but so is fandom. I'm a fanfiction writer. Who plays Splatoon for like 4 hours every day. I know silly, and I love it

But then, BAM, I blink and everybody's abandoned the q! and they're changing their tags on Ao3 and making everything suddenly so much harder to find, and it's all about accessibility, isn't it? Like, don't get me wrong, I love a good multiverse, but when it inadvertently excludes a significant portion of the fandom, what are we supposed to do?

Like, say I go on Twitter looking for q!Pac fanart. But now it's so much harder to find because it isn't tagged or typed that way, it's !Pac, and that includes search results from every single au that has a ! in it, like if there was an au called AU!Pac? The !Pac would be in there. But I don't want to see AU!Pac, I want to see q!Pac.

And then there's the g! thingy. Like, that's fine, but a little more widespread of an explanation would've been nice. Like, what au does g! stand for? If you don't know what Guapoverse is, like A LOT OF PEOPLE don't, what are we supposed to think your art is? If we're looking for q!Cellbit art, we aren't necessarily going to like and retweet your art if it's labeled as g!Cellbit because we don't know that he's q!Cellbit.

It's kind of similar on Ao3, only that one's a little different because you can filter by relationship. But let's say you don't know how to do that. Let's say you're new to the website and you only know how to filter by fandom, because that's the first thing you learn how to do on Ao3- it's right there at the top of the front page: Browse By Fandom.

So you go to the QSMP tag looking for fics with Spiderbit/Guapoduo in them. But, here's the thing, you can't find any. Because they aren't being tagged QSMP, they're being tagged Guapoverse now even if the fics are being set in the QSMP setting.

It's just a general lack of fandom accessibility that gets me. I understand the distancing aspect, and I've been waiting for it to happen since the Elections when he Brazilian fandom started getting IMMENSE amounts of hatred from Gringo Chats. But it gets a little tricky when you're part of a fandom as large as this one is. How are we all supposed to share content and talk about things with each other if we can't even find each other anymore?

Like! I've lost so many cool fics I forgot to bookmark because they were taken out of the QSMP tag and moved into the new one! (The new one goes against ToS btw I believe, but go talk to a tag wrangler about that.)

People on Tumblr don't know what the Guapoverse is. TikTok doesn't. Reddit doesn't. Only Twitter does, and only a section of Twitter does. Because I haven't seen any English or French-speaking Guapoduo People talk about the Guapoverse, only Portuguese or Spanish-speaking people. And I get that the exclusion isn't purposeful and that the Guapoverse is meant to sort of heal everybody from the wounds the QSMP left, but I think that maybe even just spreading the news and not... you know... sending death threats and insults and smearing people's names would be better than this.

Thank you for politely asking. I thought I had made myself clear before, but I guess I hadn't.

I'm open to answer any more questions. I can't explain myself to my critics on Twitter, but I can answer your questions here, hopefully.

[queennai714]

Random hcs I have because I may be cringe but I'm free part 27 (Ninjago)

More platonic oppo (but still mostly Kai centric) because their friendship has infected my brain (strap in, it's a long one)

Ok so this one is kind of a mashup of 3 different headcannons, the Chinese Kai hc, the "oppo are best friends" hc, and the one im gonna talk about here that possessed me to write this in the first place, but hear me out-

(Tbh, this could take place at pretty much any point in the series but I usually imagine it somewhere between seasons 4 and 8)

Just take a second to imagine, Kai peacefully going about his life as his proudly bilingual self, until he realizes: outside of Ignacia, its insanely rare to find someone who speaks Mandarin.

This, in turn, sparks two more revelations: One, that just makes the fact that he was born and raised speaking Mandarin all the more cool, and two, that he would have virtually no chance to use/show off his first language with someone other than Nya or Zane, and he would only ever get to use Ninjargon.

This motivates Kai (desperate to keep his spot as one of the most cultured on the team) to learn THREE more languages, those being French, Italian, and Spanish (as any reasonable person would do)

The only person he ever outright tells is Wu (seeing as he's fluent in like every language ever so he's great to practice with) and he mostly keeps it a secret from the others so that he can keep surprising/impressing them by pulling another random language out of nowhere whenever its needed.

What he didn't expect however, was how Zane would react.

Turns out, being a total bookworm and a literal walking computer means that not only does deciphering other languages come easy to Zane, he also absolutely adores studying languages in all their forms. So, when he heard from his friends that the criminal they were supposed to go question didn't know any Ninjargon and that Kai had managed to hold the rather intense interrogation entirely in French, he was beyond delighted. Once he had finished cleaning up after dinner he practically ran to Kai's room to talk, and of course, he immediately insisted Kai do all his explaining in French for the rest of the night.

From that day on, anytime the two of them wanted to have a private conversation and couldn't just pull the other to the side (or, more commonly, if they just randomly felt like it) they would simply start talking in one of the four languages and fall into easy conversation with the other as if they hadn't just simultaneously stopped making sense to anybody else around them.

TL;DR (and the simple seed from which this essay of a hc was born)

Kai talks shit about people to Zane in different languages

[myhairfeelsnice]

I have nothing to fill my life. I won’t be working again for a while. I start school in a few more weeks. I’ve just been looking for a new housemate which is heartbreaking because he was going to move in with me. I don’t want to live with another stranger. I don’t want to go through that whole shit show again. I don’t want to take my chances on living with someone I know nothing about, but I have to. I just wanted a home I felt safe in. I wanted a life I felt safe in. I don’t understand anything. Im not even aware of what I should be doing. I’m hurt but I knew it had to be done. I couldn’t leave the feeling to linger any longer. I can’t lean on anyone, all my friends are on holiday and I’m only really close to one of them, but still, it doesn’t feel like I really have anyone. I can’t drop everything and go back to the UK and stay at someone’s house because no one would be able to babysit Blue and Fifi, and I wouldn’t be able to afford a ticket home let alone to put them in kennels. Sure having pets at 23 isn’t an amazing idea but I also think there is a slim chance I’d still be kicking if I didn’t have pets to whip me into shape. The tears come in waves. I knew he wanted to leave this city. I knew it before he knew himself. I’m not attached to Paris but I just want to finish school and then I don’t care which country I am in. He had a home though, he has something to go back to, I don’t. And who knows if it even is the right decision for him. Maybe if he’d have listened to my plea and gotten a therapist, he would be thinking about this differently. I just don’t want to be so alone. Having him meant I could finally be someone. I had love and support. Our lives weren’t unnecessarily intertwined nor did we have any issues in the relationship, it’s just that I know he doesn’t want to stay here. But then I wonder, am I not enough for you to stay ? Does it matter so much that you don’t feel at home ? Will home ever really feel like home somewhere else ? I don’t have the luxury of having a feeling of home. I wonder why he can’t just do things how I do them, just take a place for what it is. It’s never the place anyway, it’s the people, that’s what I think. I don’t know. I’m afraid this time he won’t talk to me, i told him since I have no friends he needs to help me gently work through this. He said of course he would still talk to me. I told him I loved him. He told me ‘You know I love you too’, but is it really about love ? No. It’s more that he can’t make a decision to save his life and I’m left suffering because of it. He goes home next week anyway and can be cradled in the love of his family whilst I sit in my mouldy apartment with a housemate that never makes me feel comfortable. I think of how incessantly he told me he was going to marry me, how we would have kids. He referred to me, blue, fifi and him as his ‘family’. I don’t feel I have a family so this was just intense to hear and even more intense to lose. Sure I’m young and I don’t expect anybody to settle down with me at this age, but i was convinced that someone did want to. This would all be manageable if I had some sort of support system, and my therapist seems to be on holiday all of the time. It’s not enough to try to make friends when I am already so low. I wonder whether I could ever manage. I started to fall in love with my life with him, and now, will it all leave me ? Im not a whole person when im on my own, I know this, im too fragile without support, but then again who wouldn’t be ? I’ve been awake since 7am and no one really seems to have to time to talk to me. All my friends in Paris are on holiday. All my friends in the UK are at work. Blue remains by my side but he’s just a dog. I remember telling him last night « How are we supposed to explain this to Blue ? » and he said « oh fuck. » and we laughed. He loves my dog in a very beautiful way. Is it too much to ask for someone to just be there for me ? Just to have people I know won’t leave ? I get it, I have learnt I can be loved and love in return, but can I keep it ? Or is it just for show ?

[sillyxaly]

Death is a Guide

Okay so i have realised that tumblr might be the place for my random obsessive analitical shit. So here goes:

Death in media is mostly portraied (from what ive seen) as one of two broad categories:

A: Death as the antagonist to life, the one who is the cause of all death and yearns to eradicate life. The Death that if killed would lead to dying not happening again because Death is portraied as the cause of it. Death is the reason life comes to an end. Often also the most evil of it all.

B: Death as a sort of guide. Death not as lifes antagonist but something of a companion. Death not as the one responsible for the end of ones life, but the one to guide you after said end. Deaths death would not make live everlasting because this Death was not the cause behind the end of life.

And in my overthinking mind i have today come to the conclusion that everyones favorite wolf is the latter altough he evidently does not behave like your typical guiding Death. Nobody asked but i will explain why anyway because i didnt see anybody else do it yet and i want to because it is fun.

I base this on two things specifically, one of which is the scene with the past lives of Puss.

Puss is rather shocked to find out Death himself has come to him because "Im still alive" and one of his past lives even states that what Death is doing is cheating. If not this then what else can tell us that Death is not the one meant to end the lifes of beings? Death is not the one ending their lifes, not the one who decides when a life is over because otherwise this wouldnt be cheating to begin with. If this is cheating then he is supposed to collect the souls after their demise, lead them to the afterlife or whatever other iteration you might choose for him.

He also does not object this statement, he only shushes it with a gesture like he is much aware of his own breaking of the rules and just does not care much about it. A motion somewhat akin to admitting that taking a life directly is not something he is supposed to be doing. Not part of his job as litterally Death.

Second thing is:

He is not an antagonist to live itself either. He is not Death because he has a hatred for live, quiet the opposite. He hates Puss specifically for having nine lives and valuing none of them. He lets him go when he starts to fight and live and VALUE his life. So instead of having a thing against life as a concept he has a thing against wasting life. Which is not much of a thing you would do if you sought to destroy life itself.

Honestly:

I think we all noticed that in some way. I think watching this movie everyone (in one way or another) is aware that Death is a Guide here. We are all aware that he is one of the most crucial parts in Puss's Character Developement in this movie because without the Fear of Death does not come the want to live. That is something you can hardly miss watching this movie and one of the parts that makes it so amazing for me.

But!

Where it gets really interesting for me personally is this:

I refuse to believe that an exsistense to cruical to the world like Death would not know his own role in it. It does not sit right with me to imagen Death himself would not know about how he is essentially a guide, a way for others to value the time they have alive because through him it is limited. And in some way he is also connected to that sentiment, to valuing life because if you don't it is evidently shown that it pisses him off.

So if he knows that, what does that mean?

I will not tell you that he never actually tried to kill Puss and how the cats character developing was always his goal, but i will lean out to say it was always a possibility he was aware of and a possible outcome he didnt object with.

I like to see Death first going out of his way to meet Puss at this bar as a plan with two possible ends for him:

1. He gets to cut work short and even have a little fun by fucking with someone he does absolutly despise for the ego twice his size.

2. Someone starts to value their last life before throwing it out the window.

Both of which options he (evidentially through the end) is at least okay with. I can go on another tangion of why i believe that he was not as invested in the chase at the first encounter as he was in the last and why i believe he wouldn't have been as pissed if he has scared some sense into Puss in their first encounter. But i think one is enough for now.

So while Death does not act as your typical guiding figure i do believe he is aware that he is one. He was always aware that Puss changing was something his interference could lead to and that was at least part of the potential his plan held.

I never know how to end my own rambling so i will just end it here.

In short i really just love thinking about him because he does make a great character with various things to dip into.

[everestica]

Im currently having a child reader phase so uh im just gonna dump a request here if you dm

Okok so if i remember correctly from the middle school i used to go to, every like at the end of the year the school would have this performance thingy (it was always choir), so imagine that, but like it was WxS? And like WxS is also the readers' favorite unit as well as their friends favorite unit (Due to the fact of the reader rambling about them over and over again)?

(Also, if possible, can the reader be like in 6th grade and gn? Its alright if not tho!!)

Alright the scratches my cat gave me are hurting again OK BYEBYE HAVE A GREAT REST OF YOUR DAY!! <333

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Wonderland x Showtime x GN!Reader - Performance

1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

Writing Type : Headcannons

Warnings :

A/N : So I wasn't exactly sure if you meant that WxS was performing and the kids were watching or they were performing with the kids, so I just did it with the kids because I think it's super cute<3 but if you want me to rewrite then just lemme know!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

🕸 - You and your class had been working on the song you were gonna sing for the end of year performance and on the day before the performance you were all supposed to meet in the cafeteria and when you walked in there they were, yours and your friends favorite people in the whole world, WonderlandxShowtime!

🕸 - When everybody got settled down the principal who was standing with them explained what the new plan was, which was that they would sing with you guys and sing with the 4 kids who had solos in the song. (Idk where the solos came from but I feel like in my school we had like 4 kids do solos? So yeah)

🕸 - Luckily you and your best friend both had solos so you would be able to work with one of your idols! You were internally squealing at the thought of it

🕸 - When you got paired up with your favorite member of the unit you hugged them so fast, they were a little taken back of course ended up hugging you back, it was a super cute moment for anybody who happened to be looking at the time!

🕸 - After about a couple days of practicing the songs and rehearsing the solos and mini motions, it was time to put it all in action for the parents!

🕸 - When all the parents were in it was time to start the show, the 4 solos were in the front of the stage with an outfit that was about the same color as their “mentor” while the rest of the kids were wearing a school tee-shirt and some sort of black shorts/leggings/pants.

🕸 - Though out the song there were certain parts were the solos and/or their mentors would sing as well, some how with all the chaos that it was at the beginning it ended up turning out really good!

🕸 - And at the end you got a picture with the person that was your mentor and one with the whole unit, safe to say it was a good day and performance!<3

Listening to: Celebration - By Kool & The Gang 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ�� ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

[wheeboo]

new ask from : dizzy anon ! xe says...

i was!! supposed to add in the idea alongside the original ask but i thought it'd be a little much, so i decided to just send that in instead. while i have the text copied on my laptop, i still remember it in my head. so here it is!!

ironically for the hanahaki mingyu fic, this one has flowers involved as well. but thankfully no sickness! i'd been seeing a few good omens stuff and it's only faintly inspired.

sins and virtues. yn as envy and mingyu as kindness. yn probably lived a life of jealousy of people's appearances, very very unsatisfied with themselves. they had always wished to change into something people would love to look at, but never truly achieved it. mingyu had a heart of gold and the softest of smiles that could make anybody melt, but some people took his kindness for granted sometimes; gave him nothing when he did everything. and in death, they were chosen to be the very things that lead to their downfall in life; envy and kindness respectively.

with that out of the way (over-explaining has apparently helped people understand me more so i hope it does its job rn huhu), inspired by something a friend and i's oc ship does in their own version of this au- what if yn likes to try and satisfy themselves just a little bit, flatter themselves and all that, by ordering flowers for themselves? even a place with a bunch of demons probably has a good flower shop. they place it on a date far enough that they'll forget about it, and when they receive it, it's just. "oooooh, for me? of course it's for me hahahah" nagco-cope lang si pre, omsim HAHAHAHA

and then mingyu takes notice of this,,, i mean. who wouldn't, because yn's room had started to fill up with bouquets of the same flowers every two weeks or so. he sorta picks up on why, and one day decides to be the one to give them flowers,,,, like imagine that. holy shit. this doesn't even need to be romance, just somebody who wants to make somebody smile somehow. i'm so upset abt this im so down bad for stuff like this lowkeyyyy????

; 💫

i mean to answer this the other day after reading thru it but kinda forgot dsfds;lksfd';; but!!! can i just say how i was like WOWED reading this it sounds genuinely truly interesting n something i would definitely read or even write?? like i love the contrasting symbols of sins and virtues and how it was basically their purpose in life perse?? poor mingyu tho he def does not deserve to be treated that way ugh 😭 yet the whole idea of mingyu discovering the reason why yn has been doing this/treating themselves like this because of envy n jealousy (and that its basically an inevitable feeling) is just ang sobrang cute lang,, can imagine all the kilig feelings in this because all mingyu wants is make yn smile n make them feel better abt themselves :((. its like such a simple concept w beautiful symbolism!! i love your mind po omg <3

[rainbowgod666]

This. This is a point that should be brought up as much as possible

Look, i get it. I was born in

F i v e

and my autism meant that i saw the world differenti as a kid. A girl wanted to play soccer? She looks kinda bulky. Lets put her in either defense or as a goalkeeper! Gay people? I mean its weird. But they're not harming anybody so whats the deal if theyre different?

And then i grew up

And my best life years were sweeped by COVID-19

I saw family memebers die or get ill, but mostly nothing bad happened

We all have our internalized trauma, im lucky 95% of it is just me looking at them and going "yeah i need to go to the psychiatrist" and the reaction is always "dude how much anxiety is there (points at me) and why?", its really healthy i swear

Started doing analysis on "adults" and the result was always the same

Constantly screaming regardless of mood. They look at your/others toys and go "so much money spent...". You try doing anything on the PC/Phone? Its harmful! But alas, they never explain why. And even when they do, they dont seem to "make a point", so to speak. You never know for WHAT theyre gonna get angry, but after all this time the protocol is the same: Assume they will get mad. They never do when they should anyway

Adults are almost "backwards" in a way. Maybe its my personal experiences but i LITERALLY almost cannot imagine for the life of me two adults talking WITHOUT screaming at eachother like dogs.

Its TIRING. Ok? Like yeah I gotta do homework and all that but after im done WHAT, exactly, should i do? Like i can do some errands to "get my ass up from that chair" (which kinda makes sense, luckily for them) but after that? "Draw a little bit" yeah sure, but heres the thing. ALL THE THINGS I WANNA DRAW ARE SET AS "WORK", im not "playing" anymore, no its classified as "work" so you finally

Shut Up.

This is why "the current generation" listens to you in any way. Because we all collectively want the adults to Shut Up And Sit Near Us While Were Playing. This isnt limited to families! Look at america in LITERALLY ANY WAY, even just- taking a fucking compass and figuring out Where Is America According To Where I Am, and what do you see?

Violence, and all scholars here at tumblr can attest to the "Violence for Violence is the Rule Of Beasts". We are DESPERATE.

The common Man is ANXIOUS when it shouldnt. Look at all those posts that say "we may be lazy pieces of shit, but to our ancestors we are all the highest of kings" and think to yourself: How, and i can't stress this enough, The Fuck did we end up like this? You may reference the "mouse utopia" experiment but other than that the material is pretty fucking sparse

We all have had those times at school with yugioh/bakugan/beyblade

Where are they now.

Huh?

...

E x a c t l y .

Not to reference H:TP, but we're sick and in pain. We literally cant do this anymore. Growing up was supposed to be either cool or Just A Thing That Happens. But now?

Its that one scene in rick and morty where theyre having a massive breakdown, and that scene describes how puberty has been going for what im guessing is Anybody Young Enough to Be Almost Out Of It. Its already annoying that youre more hormones than human at that point, but nowdays? The world is an endless tornado of crack crap and malfunctioning "head honchos" that might as well have no heads at all! Its the downward spiral that EmpLemon talks about (its kind of his thing anyway like mine is being an all-encompassing stain on all fandoms that i know of) and yet, AND YET-!

Nobody is doing ANYTHING ever. We have problems like inequality global warming and all that, and the supposed "best state" is contorting itself into the reason there is a Separation Of Church And State section in the "how to make a country" rulebook because they think that "undesirables" (either LGBTQ people or addicts that genuinely want some help) want to turn their children into undesirables

Ironic. The "think of the children" motto is exactly the one thing we shouldnt have done to those poor kids.

They will live sheltered, unhealthy lives where their every whim is fulfilled regardless of what it IS. And once they go out in the real world they will think the others are the weird ones just because they dont bow to them. Even more ironic is this entire thing boils over into the concept of the Karen. A hateful being that is entitled to everything, but alas she is just what happens when a spoiled child isnt "fixed"

Do we... deserve this?

Is humanity just THAT fucked up, or we still have a chance... no because- i have looked at america for a long time. The so called "patriots" are some of the foulest people imaginable, and yet the "debauched godless deviants" are just guys that are Plainer Than White Bread but oh they have a rainbow pin so theyre gonna go to megalovania super hyperspace radioactive hell or something

The chain is gradual and month-based

For adults is perfect child - whining teen - useless adult

"My childhood was so awesome. Kids today don't even know!"

Isn't a flex.

It's a lament.

More people should understand that.

[isaacapatow]

* * #GRAVEYARD CONVO WITH @hazelparsons

Hazel Parsons: -hazel goes to the graveyard once a week, even when there are no good flowers, to pay her respects; she has just put down a daffodil under the wooden cross with oliver's name, when she hears footsteps on the gravel behind her- Really now? It had to be you, of all people to interrupt me?

ike apatow: Interrupt you? I didn't know you had sole rights to the boneyard.

Hazel Parsons: -she would have played nice if he did, but it has rarely been nice between them- Definitely more rights than you, since I didn't put any of those bones in the ground.

ike apatow: -he leans back, letting out a low groan- Ahhh, we're back to that, huh? -comes over to stand next to her, looking down at Oliver's grave marker- The grieving not-quite-widow. Ever think it might be time to take off the mourning weeds? 

Hazel Parsons: -she turns to the grave again, not even bothering to glance up at him, just feeling him towering over her- Nah, I think I'll take my time. It's what happens when people you love get brutally murdered. What are you even doing here, since mourning is so funny to you?

ike apatow: Laughing over my friends' graves. What else?

Hazel Parsons: Sounds about right. -she dramatically rolls her eyes and turns to look up at him- Go on then, what's keeping you here? Unless you want to claim that Oliver was your friend as well.

ike apatow: You know I didn't really know him. -looks down at her for a while, scanning her face, then over her shoulder at the cross- But he must've had some kinda shine on 'im for you to be out here looking as torn-up as the day we put him here.

Hazel Parsons: He was the reason we're all alive, but I won't waste my time trying to explain that to you. -she touches the flower with the tip of her boot, moving it closer to the cross- The day you put him in here, I was on some clinic bed having my stomach sewn back together. But that counts as torn-up in a literal sense, I suppose.

ike apatow: ...yeah. I guess that counts. -rocks back on his heels, sticking his hands in his pockets- I got nothing but time, lately. If you do wanna tell me about him.

Hazel Parsons: -she scoffs- Will you make us tea? Should I bring cookies? We're not friends, Ike. -she crosses her arms on her chest, slightly intrigued by his willingness- Aren't you busy kicking ass, taking names, going on raids and coming back with even more poor lost survivor souls?

ike apatow: We don't have to be friends for that. Sometimes people talking in group hated each others' fuckin' guts but, I dunno. Can be easier to talk to someone you think is shitty about things that you can't say to anybody decent. -he twists his mouth to the side for a minute, then says- I'm not all the way out on raids again. I'm townbound for now. -then in a rush, more breezily- I never bother taking names, anyhow. When you kick as much ass as me, it would fill volumes. Whole libraries.

Hazel Parsons: Okay, I'll put it another way. I don't think I can talk to you about Oliver without remembering you got him killed, and I can't be reminded of that without wanting to break your nose, at the very least. You don't see many convicts' families catching up with the executioners, do you? -she stops herself, lets her eyes wonder to the far end of the graveyard, the silhouette of her dog visible running in the field; he keeps talking as she calms herself down and his words make her burst out in a sarcastic laugh- So that's what Lucien keeps in the library. I should have figured. Who has you townbound anyway? The docs? The council? Never seemed like the kind of person who would sit still on their ass just because someone said so.

ike apatow: Gives Lucien something to do other than discuss books where roguish Lord Bingbong the Third ravishes Doily the feisty chambermaid. -he follows her gaze to where her dog's running around having a grand old time, likewise finding the sight calming- I'm sitting on my ass because it's probably good for me. I don't want to... -trails off for a while before circling back- You've got the wrong metaphor, there. It would be more like the victim's family catching up with an accomplice to the killing.

Hazel Parsons: -she catches herself almost laughing at his fantasy description and manages to drown it, scrunching her nose and licking her lips; the silence is nice for a second, before ike speaks again, refusing to drop the subject- Is that supposed to make someone feel better? Me? You? Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night?

ike apatow: I'm just talking, Hazel. I got no clue on what would make you feel better.

Hazel Parsons: Yeah, me neither. -she says, suddenly tired; she takes a step to the side and leaves and puts down another flower on genevieve's grave, right next to oliver's- If you're actually visiting someone, I've got spare flowers. The gardeners said there's some frost coming and they would wither soon, so they gave me more than I asked for.

ike apatow: All Ginny needs is a stone, but... -looks over at Tristan's grave- Sure. I'll take a posy. Thank you. -dithers, then- Would it make you feel better to know I don't really sleep at night?

Hazel Parsons: It depends. What keeps you up?

ike apatow: Ghosts. Memories that won't stay buried. Aches in places I can't pinpoint. Are you a good sleeper? In all my life I've never met anyone said they were a good sleeper.

Hazel Parsons: Sounds about right. -she says, but it doesn't actually make her feel any better- I sleep enough to function, so that's something. Still up at the crack of dawn though. Even Hooch knows this and is ready to be let out of the house at the first ray of sun.

ike apatow: Hmmmm. -rocks back on his heels some more, looking over at the house near the graveyard, still uninhabited- I thought maybe of taking over Ginny's house out here. Living outside the fence instead of inside.

Hazel Parsons: -she glances over at the house and back to the tombstones, her expression puzzled- I'm sure you have some fucked up answer about this, but you'd rather live closer to the dead and the walking dead?

ike apatow: Tell you a secret? -he rolls his head to look over at her with a slight smile- I always thought it was a boneheaded move of hers. She wasn't any kind of fighter, she had no business living out here. She wouldn't have been able to protect herself. It was Ginny being a fuckin' stubborn blowhard and making a statement, was all. -gazes back at the house, up to the roof- Me, though. I'd do fine. And sometimes I think it might be better if I didn't live among with everyone.

Hazel Parsons: I guess some people just have a death wish. -she shrugs, looking over at Ginny's grave- I don't mean to sound heartless and may she rest in peace, but I don't blame those who would rather not live this life of constant fear. You one of those, or just can't take the constant gossip back there? -she nods towards the fence-

ike apatow: I'm not scared of much. But sometimes living in there feels like it's getting on top of me, yeah. -blows out a low breath- Kinda refreshing to talk to somebody who doesn't think we should tiptoe around the shrine of Ginny's memory. She did have a death wish. You're the only one who's actually said it.

Hazel Parsons: Careful there, Ike. I might start to think you actually like me. But what's the point sugarcoating things anyway? The world is fucking ending, so if I have to be the bitch who says these things, so be it. If anything, I think Ginny would appreciate it.

ike apatow: What reason have I got to not like you? Nobody ever dislikes the town veterinarian except the guy in the movie you want everyone to know is the asshole. -chews a little bit before saying- She would appreciate it, coming from you. I meant to put a weathervane on the roof but I didn't get around to it while she was alive. Maybe I will now.

Hazel Parsons: I think I would be part of the asshole crew in the movie. And being nice to animals would be that redeeming quality they have to give me to make it more believable. -she listens to him with her hands crossed on her chest- I would say this is you 'tiptoeing around the shrine of Ginny's memory', but fuck it, do whatever you feel like. The dead are a very strong motive, I stayed in town just because my dad died and look where it got me.

ike apatow: Look where it got you. -he regards her for a moment, gaze straying down to her midsection where he knows her scar is- You stayed because your dad died, but - how 'bout for him? -lifts his chin in the direction of Oliver's cross- What about all that?

Hazel Parsons: I like to think I'd already be dead if I had left. Well, not like to think about it, you know how the figure of speech goes. -one arm drops to cover her stomach, as if to protect it from ike's gaze- I don't think I'd lose Oliver if I left. Just like I didn't lose him and Jason when I was away for a decade. They weren't the reason I stayed, but they were the reason I still had a home here. -she crouches down next to the cross, putting a second flower, one just not feeling enough- They were very good people, you know.

ike apatow: Well, they left one helluva fuckin' legacy. -he waits till she stands up again, then tucks his tongue into his cheek, regarding her with one eye narrowed- How good are you at climbing ladders?

Hazel Parsons: -she narrows her eyes as well, curious to see where he's going with this- Pretty good in general, did a lot of work like that with my dad. But if you're the one holding it, I'll have to constantly keep an eye on you to make sure you don't let me fall. So you know, might take a little longer.

ike apatow: No, I'd be up there with you. -he points off with his nose at the roof of Ginny's house- Normally I'd be fine doing it myself, putting up a lil ol' weathervane, but I'm not the steadiest these days. I'm not anticipating falling off the damn roof, but it would be good to have somebody else with me. Hold it straight while I get it sorted.

Hazel Parsons: And you're asking me for help? -she asks, raising her chin at him, feeling like something doesn't quite add up- What about your raiders? Your precious Council? Aren't you scared I'll push you off the roof?

ike apatow: Didn't I just say I ain't scared of nothin'? -he grins at her, wide and careless, taking off his cap to rub a hand over the healing wound on his head a couple times - careful not to actually scratch it - before putting it back on- I have them, yeah. I wanna do it without them. Nobody who tiptoes around Ginny.

Hazel Parsons: So there's no one who tells things how they are and also happens to like you? Maybe that means something, just saying. -her voice is sarcastic but it falters a little bit as her gaze meets what his cap had been hiding- The fuck happened to your head?

ike apatow: Accident while I was on a raid. It's on its way to getting better. I just get a little out of breath now and again. -he tips his chin, pointing at her- Wait. So you're saying people who like me are blowing smoke up my ass? For what reason?

Hazel Parsons: Are you sure you're not blaming it on the injury when in fact you're just getting old? -she smirks, holding up her hands in mock surrender- You know me, Ike, I'm full of shit. I can't really know what people think, can I? Maybe I'm just biased because I don't like you, but I have my reasons.

ike apatow: Yeah, you've got your reasons, very good ones. -he meets her smirk with one of his own, though it gets strained after a moment- I am. Getting old.

Hazel Parsons: Well, ain't that a fucking badge of honor these days? With so many not getting the chance.

ike apatow: -the smirk fades entirely and he presses his lips into a thin line- Well, maybe you might get lucky. I'm not so fast on my feet out there anymore.

Hazel Parsons: -his seriousness unsettles her, as well as the realization that she is almost worried- And you're gonna take away my godgiven right to kill you in your sleep one night? Don't be so heartless, Ike.

ike apatow: -that makes him laugh outright, and for a split second he looks at her like he might kiss her, but it passes- So you'll help me with the weathervane? If you decide you do wanna roll me off the roof, at least we'll both know it was a possibility.

Hazel Parsons: -she laughs along with him, but it dies out as her eyes fall on oliver's grave again, making her press her lips together- Fine. I'll help you. But you better not go around telling people I was nice to you or some shit. I've got a reputation to uphold.

ike apatow: -swipes a messy sign of the cross over his chest- I never blab on anybody if they're nice to me, don't you worry about that. -holds out one hand- Now gimme my flower so I can go put it on Tris' grave.

Hazel Parsons: -she looks down at his hand and shakes her head, reaches up for his head instead and tucks a flower behind his ear- See, now you look less like a bastard.

ike apatow: Impossible. That's half my charm. -he lifts his head, grinning, and then saunters off across the graveyard-

Hazel Parsons: -she gives a sharp whistle and hooch's ear shoot up, running from across the field to meet her, but not before stopping halfway to joyfully jump around ike's legs until he pets him- Stupid dog. -she murmurs and shakes her head, almost smiling-

[pikawrites]

okay i'm bored, it's a holiday so i'm going to do this one by one.

an extensive list! read while watching.

“idk just read it” or any of the sort: i agree. i don’t even put those in my notes.

“defiantly” instead of “definitely”: big pet peeve. if i see any mispellings that are consistent i exit.

masses of tags and character pairings: i agree, but only to a certain extent. some enjoy putting their specific fandom drabbles in one fic, while others prefer using the series function, it really depends? but yea usually if i just see a huge wall of tags i wouldn’t read it unless the kudos : hits ratio is 1:10.

slowburn: i can’t really say anything because i barely read slowburn? but i do agree that if it’s like. five thousand words before the conclusion that’s probably a bit too few words.

the emoji one: i have never seen this in my life. but sometimes when i read chatfics i get to a point where i don’t even recognise or remember certain character’s usernames and stuff like that, so i eventually leave.

using words and phrases that don’t go with the world: if it’s an au, i totally get it, because if your character is in a modern era they would probably talk in modern language and not like…shakespearean language. but if not, even when i’m writing i like to stick as close to canon as possible. same goes for worldbuilding and facts or information that are readily available to me, i.e. poképuff flavours

bad writing and spelling errors: sometimes if i’m lazy i would put the fic there first then go and edit later, and i’d state that i would edit it later. but i’d never say idc, at some point if i look at my fic and i see so many spelling and grammatical errors i myself would cringe too.

false complete fic: i hate this. i hate authors that do this. i would never do this, unless i suddenly change my mind one day. even so, i’d probably only change it once at put a question mark there if i’m unsure of how many chapters a fic i’m writing would have in the future. i don’t plan, i’m a spontaneous writer, then i edit and edit until it’s satisfactory to put onto ao3.

multifandom oneshots: i am ashamed to say i used to do this. never again. if you catch me doing this it’s not me.

misspelling character names: get out.

no capitalisation of names: if i’m writing my personal thoughts i won’t capitalise, but in the actual story itself i would capitalise.

no reader engagement: i don’t really agree with this one. everybody wants reader engagement, why would you click out just because the author is simply asking you to let them know your thoughts on this fic, like what can be improved, what worked and what didn’t, etc. can someone explain this one to me?

second person pov: lmao. read and choose your ending stories, probably. but, i don’t see why this couldn’t be used as an interactive story to engage your readers. unless it’s that, i agree with this statement.

first person pov: for some reason i can only tolerate first person pov in irl books. if im on ao3 and i find out it’s in first person i immediately press the back button.

wall of text: yeah. pet peeve. big one.

lack of text: also pet peeve. stop making me scroll i just want to read the goddamn story.

rpf: never read.

summaries that are exaggerated: i mean, it is supposed to be a summary after all, you’re supposed to shorten or summarise what happens instead of giving yet another wall of text for the reader to go through before they get to your main wall of text.

‘or [insert basic summary]’: i disagree. some of these authors are funny enough to do a punchline here, why wouldn’t they? (i’ve never seen anybody use it for overselling or undersummarising, so…but maybe it’s just me.)

author’s note summary: i like to say this first or give my personal thoughts before i summarise the story below. it’s like a nice anecdote, y’know?

the self deprecation thing: i’m guilty, i still do it sometimes. yes, some of us still do this because the insecurity in us sometimes takes over the passion to write and be confident in our writing. although we may not be confident, we may still want to put it up to see if the reception is good or not, although i do agree that putting those kinds of things in the tags is kind of…not good for the engagement of your fic. recently, i’ve also been trying to take more pride in my work and getting to say fewer words of self-deprecation. it takes time, and a lot of new authors struggle with this because they’re inexperienced or don’t know how to write and are just experimenting. some of these authors don’t know how to tag.

bragging word count: some authors are in the dark about exactly how long a chapter should be, and it really varies for everyone as well. some authors feel like they should be catering to the majority audience, they feel obliged to reach thaat word count because if not they would feel like their story is not worth the read. let me turn the question around and ask you something––if you were to see a chapter or a drabble with less than a thousand words, would you click on it? drabble authors do this quite often; collecting multiple drabbles that they’ve written and simply dumping all of them into one chapter. because they feel the need to cater to the masses, who undoubtedly, enjoy longer chapters that are over two thousand words. it’s not every day you see a kudos top fic with less than a thousand words. if the writing is good,we should celebrate it, right?

what if x happened instead of y: usually this would come after actual summaries, so i’m fine with it.

too many tags: listen here. being funny while tagging is not for the no-nonsense people, but instead for the silly goofies. it’s easy to spot what is expected in the fic vs. being funny, if you can’t stand people in tags being funny that’s like saying tumblr tags should only be used for proper tagging and not being silly goofy. which i know tumblr is famous for their tags being silly goofy. and i totally agree with the bottom statements, it shouldn’t be the whole tag list, maybe ¼ is fine.

mpreg thing: i have. never seen. mpreg fics like that. probably just me.

crossovers with 2198419057139573810 fandoms: listen. some of us have wild ahh imaginations. i personally wouldn’t read it, but i used to write a fic on wattpad that had like a bajillion fandoms. i’m telling you, we don’t do it to please you, we’re doing it to please us. this is our self-indulgence time, so leave us alone.

fancop: yup. agree.

anything that isn’t mine: opposite. for me at least.

friendly reminder: real and true. all of this is my opinion, not factual or anything. highly subjective stuff here.

[rjalker]

#hold on genuine question (for op or like anybody i suppose)#why is this a topic? like seriously i don't get it and ive seen another poll like this before too#like i think it/its pronouns are supposed to be defined by the individual. like thats the purpose of neos#but whats the point of trying to classify it as something when thats basically the reason half of us are using the pronoun#(not conforming to societal ideals and not necessarily needing a label? is basically what im saying)#idk if someone wants to explain it a little bit to me please do bc i dont get it.#i just think this is pretty pointless like who cares if it/its is a neopronoun or not. people can classify it as they will#its there a problem with calling it a neopronoun that im unware of?? sorry i really just dont get it#or a problem with Not calling it a neopronoun??#genuinely would like to talk to someone about why this is a topic though

first off as a warning there's probably a bunch of typos here beacuse I just got new glasses for the first time in years and am currently literally seeing double.

mostly because a lot of people want to insist that certain pronouns (including nounself pronouns) aren't really neopronouns, because they don't like them, and they want things to only be considered neopronouns if they're like,,,,,,,respectable enough. Using star/stars/starself pronouns isn't considered respectably by these people, and neither is using it/its/itself pronouns.

Also because a lot of people just pretend that real life people who use it/its pronouns don't exist, so therefore it's not a problem when we get misgendered or when fictional characters who use it/its pronouns get misgendered.

A lot of people -- including binary trans and other nonbinary people -- will jsut straight up say that if you use pronouns other than she/her, he/him, or they/them, then they will not use your pronouns no matter what. This is the hill they're going to die on . They will not use your pronouns if you use anything other than she/her, he/him, or they/them. If you use nounself pronouns (like star/stars), they'll misgender you. If you use novapronouns (things like ze/hir), they'll misgender you. And if you use it/its pronouns, they'll misgender you.

A lot of people who are even okay with novapronouns and nounself pronouns wll flat out refuse to use it/its pronouns for people. I've had several people tell me to my face IRL that they're never going to use my pronouns, and I have to just pick a real set - she/her, or he/him, or they/them. They're not going to call me by my actual pronouns because tehy don't like the pronouns I've chosen for myself.

I made this post because the other post on the same topic let anyone vote, including people who don't use it/its pronouns, which is just inherently going to include people who hate people who use it/its pronouns.

I made this poll because I wanted to see what other people who use it/its thought of it.

I consider them to be neopronouns, because I consider any English pronouns other than she/her and he/him to be neopronouns, because those are the ONLY Acceptable pronouns in this language right now, even inside the Queer and trans communities.

People who use they/them pronouns are more likely to be accepted in Queer spaces than people who use any other neopronouns, and people who use it/its are, in my experience, the ones lwast likely to be respected even compared to any nova or nounself pronouns.

People tend to gloss over and ignore people who use it/its pronouns, even in instances where they're supporting people who use nova or nounself pronouns.

here's a link to a post I made about the different types of neopronouns.

and the coining post for the word novapronoun, because so many people disparage nounself pronouns by trying to exclude them from the category of neopronouns.

what it boils down to is this:

people who use it/its pronouns are ignored and erased at every turn, even within the Queer, trans, and nonbinary communities, even with people who are fine with, and use, nounself and novapronouns. People who don't use it/its pronouns who want to argue we shouldn't be included in the neopronoun community are usually doing it because they think we're an embarassment or going to make them look bad.

I'm aroace and I was here for the whole ace exclusionism harassment campaign, and I don't feel like doing that again but now with pronouns.

This is a poll.

This poll is meant exclusively for people who use it/its pronouns in English. If you do not use it/its pronouns in English, you can only use the "show me the results" button, which is the first option AND the last option.

You can use it/its pronouns with combinations of other pronouns and still vote, you just have to actually use it/its themselves in English.

You do not have to be trans or nonbinary to use this poll. The only requirement is that you use it/its pronouns in English.

I'll list the options out here before we get to the poll itself to help those with screenreaders since apparently polls just list all the options at the very bottom of the post:

Option 1: I don't use it/its, show me the results

Option 2: I use it/its, I think they are neopronouns

Option 3: I use it/its, no, I do not think they are neopronouns

Option 4: I use it/its, I do not know if I think they are neopronouns or not

Option 5: I use it/its, I do not care if they are neopronouns or not

Option 6: Option 1: I don't use it/its, show me the results

[Plain text: "If you use it/its pronouns, do you consider it/its pronouns to be neopronouns?" End plain text.]

@it-its-culture-is can you signal boost? Thanks :)

Feel free to reblog even if you don't use it/its!

[bearyanderexoxo]

☆Crazy for you☆ (2)

♡🪐✨🌾🐚Parings: Dark!Yandere Adora x F!Reader

♡✨🌻🌼💫Warnings: Talks of Kidnapping, Aggressive manhandling, Crying, Blood,Non-con, Manipulation,Oral, (SMUT!! 18+), Taking sleeping pills, Hitting, Toxic relationship , Slight Bondage, Violence , Gore, Captivity, Hickeys, Yandere Themes,Rough sex, minor injuries, Slapping.

♡✨☀️⚡️🌪 Summary: After you and Adora had your little “disagreement” she tried to convince you that staying with her was best and that she was going to keep you safe. You didn't agree and wanted her to leave you alone and go away. But she's not gonna leave that easily.

A/N: Ok so, im sorry I haven’t uploaded in sooo long! I’ve been busy with school and had alot of work missing, but I’m back! And again, thank you for all the likes On my Shousuke fan-fiction! It really makes me happy you guys enjoyed it, Anyways here is part 2 of Crazy for you.. Hope you enjoy!

Your eyes wandered across the room that was completely dark, there was 0 light, thankfully you recalled what happened last time. You didn’t think Adora would take it this far just to make sure you were by her side! After you gained full consciousness, you weren’t that numb to the point where you can a cold Hard metal band around both of your arms, including your legs and neck. How crazy could she get?! You were freaked out and started to scream aggressively, yelling for somebody anybody to help you! After a few more minutes of yelling you Gave up, crying and sobbing hysterically non-stop, until somebody stepped into the room, you immediately recognize her, you leaned forward, hurtling towards her until you fall down sideways, leaving only your head to face up at her. “A-Adora, why are you doing this?” You sputtered out, leaving a few tears to draw against your cheek. she lifted you up easily, putting you against the bed, she cupped your face. Giving you a sad and sincere look, “Darling I know this is scary, but it’s for the best, I can’t have you getting killed or worse, you know how dangerous it is out there? After all I grew up in the horde.” You scoffed and tried to get out of her tight grip, wiggling your head around “Your crazy! You know I can handle myself, I’m more than capable!” You shouted at Adora, but she started to notice your struggles and a frustrated sigh came out, “This is why you need my protection, this kind of attitude will get you killed honey.” She softly kissed your cheek, giving you a soft smile. “All im asking is for you to act good and not run away.” “Can you please at least get rid of the c-chains?” You said, She let go of your cheek and started pulling on the chains, “I don’t trust you enough, maybe if you start being a good girl I’ll get rid of them.” At this point You started crying again in her chest, she cooed and started stroking your hair telling you it was fine and nothing was going to happen to you as long as she was there. “I hate you!” you screamed and leaped forward and tried to head-butt her but she quickly dodged it, “Tsk tsk tsk.. Bad girl.”

She roughly grabbed your hair and gave you a harsh slap on the face, she shook her head sideways in disapproval as if you was just a dog, “Y/N, I love you a lot! but why can’t you just.. Be good?” She let go of your hair and took gave you another soft smile which actually seemed to be genuine, “If you love me, then let me out..” you whispered not wanting to anger Adora again, “I told you, I can’t do that” “You’ll leave!” she explained. you started wiggling in your chains, trying to get free again, “How am I not suppose to Escape? you kidnapped me Adora!” “But it was for your own good, can’t you see I’m trying my best with you?” She said And furrowed her eyebrows, why did you have to be difficult all the time? Just accept her love, “Okay,” you sputtered completely rolling your eyes at her , You couldn’t believe Adora, she just kidnapped you and now she’s telling you she’s trying her best? “Just wait for me to fix everything, ok?” Adora said facing the other way. “When are you going to “fix everything”?” “When I get rid of everyone standing on our way.” She answered quickly. What did she mean by getting rid of everyone standing in our way? weird. “Can I at least have my arms free?” you asked Adora gave you a blank stare then shook her head, “After that stunt you pulled I can’t trust you, so No.” “You’ll have to earn back my trust.” a Few tears Dropped again, and of course you had another tantrum. Adora was patient throughout your pathetic tantrum because in adoras perspective— doing that isn’t going to give you what you want. But it is Amusing to watch, You tried to hit Adora but The Chains pulled you back and forced you to stay still. You started screaming and kicking and Adora just cooed and started rubbing your back.

“Y/N, I know this may seem new and frightening, but please bare with me.” Adora begged “You know that I would do anything for you, I wanna keep you safe,” She kissed you softly and then roughly Pinched you, “Don't do that Next time, I don’t wanna punish a sweet girl like you .” She whispered, Adora leaned down and started to kiss your neck all the way to the collarbone of your body, you tried to push her away but unfortunately you were to tied up. “My little angel..” “A-Adora please...” you whimpered . moving your body up to the headboard of the bed. A small moan escaped your lips when Adora put a finger up to your clit. “I’m gonna make you feel good baby, don’t worry.” She gave a goofy smile, and then she moved up and lifted your legs. She slowly pulled off your pants and pulled your panties to the side, she dipped down and put her head between your thighs. She didn’t spend no time and started diving in between your folds, she roughly started licking at your core and gripped your legs trying to balance herself as she ate you out. “Fu-Fuck!.” you yelled out.As Adora started picking the speed, she moved her free hand up and grabbed your tit and she roughly squeezed it. You moaned loudly and felt yourself getting close to an orgasm, she leaned her head back and Inserted a finger inside of your cunt. “Such a good girl taking me so well..” Adora said, and she put another finger into your pussy.And that was your limit— you couldn’t hold back anymore, “I’m gonna—” you bit your lip and came all over Adoras fingers. “So messy.” She whispered, She got on her feet and grabbed a pill. She put a finger into your mouth and forced it open, she placed the Anonymous pill In your mouth and then took her finger out. “Swallow Bunny,” not having any more energy to fight back anymore you did as told. swallowing the pill in your mouth. As soon as you swallowed it your eyelids became heavy and your body became limp, “Go sleep for now baby, get your rest.” she said and gave you a soft smile before you fainted and fell into a deep slumber.

[strwberri-milk]

Passing Hands Finale: Ch. 15 - The Promises We Make

Bridgerton!AU || Diluc x Fem!Reader || Drama, Falling in Love, Slow Burn || 3 208 words

a/n - dw its a happy ending just grit your teeth and bear it - also i might post the epilogue sooner than next week im not too sure yet

Diluc can only watch you run away from him, brain scrambling to figure out how to fix this. His brain is running on empty as he tries to create an idea in his head that isn’t just puffs of smoke. On paper, what he did is absolutely detestable and you are absolutely justified in feeling the way that you are. However, now that he’s actually standing here and facing the repercussions of his actions, repercussions he never thought he’d have to meet and he knows that he wants to fight for you. 

He takes off after you, all rational thought discarded as he navigates the land he knows like the back of his hand in search of you. His ears pay close attention to your steps, knowing that as long as he can keep that in the forefront of his mind he’ll be able to find you no matter where you run off to. 

Eventually, your running stops and he takes a look around him to make sure he knows where he is. He guesses you’ve gotten yourself turned around, unable to navigate through the greenery anymore. You turn to look at him, flush with anger as tears continue to spill down your face and he feels his heart twist painfully in his chest. 

Nothing comes out as he tries to speak, words trapped in his throat as he stares at you crying. His eyes watch you hopelessly, not knowing how to even begin. He watches you wipe your tears from your eyes, wishing he could do that for you but not wanting to exacerbate the situation and make it so much more worse than it already is. 

“Will you listen to me?” he finally manages, talking to you as though you were a wounded animal. 

“And why should I believe you?” you sputter. 

“Because I promise I won’t lie to you. Please. I’m practically begging you,” Diluc says breathlessly, very close to dropping to his knees. 

“I mean it. If you need me to beg, I will.” 

The slight drop of his body seems to be enough for you and you nod, gesturing for him to explain wordlessly. He sighs in relief and begins to pace a little as he talks to work off his nervous energy. 

“You are partially right. I did not send you those letters, not at first. Kaeya was insistent that I needed to find love and we both decided that you would be the best candidate out of the list of potential hopefuls. This was before you were invited up here to be a Diamond so do not think that I care about such trivial titles. He continued to exchange letters but then I took over when I realised that I wanted this to go somewhere.” 

He feels your stare, knowing that his explanation was still incredibly lacklustre. 

“I do not want to admit that I can develop these sorts of feelings for people because I did not want to. Maybe it’s pride, maybe it’s the fact that I have to choose to be vulnerable with someone and so I made the mistake of insisting to Kaeya that I would never fall in love with anybody and perhaps it is that insistence that has me where I ended up today,” he groans, averting your gaze. 

“Are you trying to imply that the thought of falling in love with me was so heinous that you had to defend yourself several times against your brother?” you interrupt, crossing your arms. 

“Do you really think, truly, that somewhere in there that was the right words to say to me? That telling me you do not want to feel things for me was going to make me happy?”

Diluc finds himself at a loss for words again. That was supposed to help his case, show you that he really cared about giving you the truth right now but clearly it was doing the exact opposite. 

“So I was just some game until you decided you have feelings for me or whatever?” you scoff tearfully, seeming to want to try and remain strong. 

“I don’t know what you were to me at the time,” he tries instead, giving you the most genuine look he can muster. 

“Then why am I even listening?” you say in exasperation, throwing your hands up in the air. 

“I don’t need this. I can find another suitor, marry them and live a happier life than I ever could with you.” 

Instantly, the images of another person holding you the way he wishes he could, your smiling face looking up at them with total adoration, the future that you two held that was so much happier than what his bleak life without you would look like flash in front of his eyes. He’s losing you and he doesn’t know what to do, trying to switch tactics. 

“You can’t even tell me that you truly care for me, can you?” you finally say brokenly. 

“I…” 

Diluc doesn’t know how to navigate these feelings of his, totally lost and without any sense of direction. All he knew, knows, is that as long as you were at the other side he would do anything he could for just a glimpse of you that was meant to last him a lifetime. It’d be a lifetime of longing, but he knows he would rather spend the rest of his life longing for you than to never have known you at all. 

“See? You don’t care.” 

The bitterness in your tone is apparent and it breaks him. There’s no room for him in your voice, nothing that even suggests that he can fix this in the least. All it tells him is that he’s blown it, and if he doesn’t do something drastic now you will never be able to come back to him. 

“Honestly,” you spit. “If you didn’t want anything to do with me you could have done your best to at least break up with me properly. Even though we were never together.” 

Together. Is that what he wanted?

He thinks about all the couples he’s seen. Does he want what they have? Then again, all the people who he works with were married for convenience. None of them had the highly coveted love match. 

Love match. 

He suddenly remembers something. 

“I told Kaeya that one of the conditions of his match for me was that they needed to make me believe in the concept of love,” he says softly, looking to meet your eyes. 

“He knows I wouldn’t entertain someone if they didn’t meet my incredibly ridiculous list of demands. I entertained you. I visited you, sent you flowers, did everything a gentleman who is courting a Lady should do. I did everything by the book but I neglected something important, didn’t I?” 

Diluc steps closer to you, reaching out for a hand. Shakily, and without your own consent, you reach out for his. 

“As much as he likes to think he can strongarm me into doing things, he can’t.” 

Gloved fingers intertwine themselves together as closely as they can and he gently tugs you into his arms, resting his free hand on your waist but refusing to pull you any closer to that. No, it’d be a dishonour to you to do something like that while you were rightfully furious at him. 

“The only reason why I did all those things was because I did care about you. Do care about you. Logically speaking, there is no way I would have written you those letters later. It would have been easier for me to let him continue doing it, to brush you off every time you tried to talk to me. Every time I wanted to pull away I found myself drawn back into your orbit in an almost obsessive manner,” he continues.  

“Stop doing this to me,” you beg weakly, devastating him again. 

“Doing what?” he asks, putting both his hands on your shoulders and holding you still. 

“I don’t know what you want!” he finally gasps, doing his best to not keep you against your wishes. 

“I’m trying, I’m trying so hard to explain things to you but you just won’t let me! Do you understand how that’s making me feel?!” 

The words don’t sound like him, ringing dully in his ears. He has no idea where this side of him is coming from, the desperate whine of his words making him want to travel back in time to stop him from saying that. And yet, they manage to express something he’s failing miserably at. 

He doesn’t want to lose you, scrabbling at any chance he can to get you to just listen to him. Normally, he would keep his calm, do his best to make sure his thoughts are expressed in the right way, that there’s no possible way to misunderstand his words. It’s a delicate dance he partakes in every time he opens his mouth, acutely aware of everything and anything that someone might say to him, that he says to them. But you. 

You’ve been an anomaly, a goddamn terrifying creature that burrowed yourself into his entire being. Nothing he does can rid himself of you and there’s nothing that he wants more than to have you make yourself a permanent fixture in his life, to be right where he expects to see you. No words can accurately or fully describe the extent of his feelings, these oddities he’s never been able to feel before so strongly. 

“Do you have any idea what I’m feeling right now!?!” you scream back, wrenching yourself out of his grip. 

“You don’t know, and you never will! I thought I loved you, I thought I knew you but I know nothing! Everything we have is just a fucking lie! You don’t care about me, you care about is your pride and the idea of me!” 

Your chest heaves and all he can think about is resting his head against it to hear the drumming of your heart, feeling it underneath his fingertips as he shields you from all the hurt  you’re feeling right now. All he can think about is being suffocated in your scent, all of that desire beginning to cloud his mind as somewhere, anger shifts to a passionate affection for you. 

“Come here,” he almost demands, trying to keep the bite out of his words to avoid scaring you off. 

He doesn’t think you’ll come but you do, standing right in front of him just the way he wanted. You avert your gaze and he wraps his arms around your body loosely, giving you ample opportunity to squirm out. When you don’t, he rests his cheek on the top of your head, breathing in your scent. 

“I could never understand why they compare a man to beast when speaking of carnal desires,” he says bluntly, the shock of his words breaking you out of your emotional outburst. 

“But here, holding you like this, I can begin to understand.” 

“Your-”

“Diluc. I want to hear you say my name. Say it.” 

He waits patiently for you to repeat after him, a hand coming to rest at the junction between your neck and shoulder. 

“Diluc, I don’t know what you’re trying to say to me.” 

His heart sings in joy at the sound of his name slipping past your lips, the shyness that tints the two syllables and he knows that that is the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. 

“I’m trying to tell you that if I were not a gentleman, if I were even half a percent less than the man I am right now, I do not think I would have been able to stop myself from indulging in acts that should never cross the mind of the likes of myself.” 

When you look up to meet his eyes, he feels himself continuing to struggle, not knowing how to alleviate this burning ache for you. Both his hands go to cup your face in his palms, keeping your face tilted to look up at him as he sighs, so close that your noses are almost touching. 

It’s exhilarating and terrifying to be in this position and he wants so much to make it more than whatever is happening right now. The meeting of your eyes makes his breath catch in his throat and he wants to lean down and bridge this gap that exists between the two of you but knows that he can’t.

“You make me feel things I’ve never felt before, I’ve never even dreamed of feeling. I thought that this was all impossible, that it was some sort of charade that everybody took part in but this draw that you have, something that is impossible for me to escape from, it has to be that romantic notion of falling in love with someone. What else is it if not that?” he mutters against your lips, wanting so badly to just drop his head down a little more and kiss you. 

“How do I know you’re not lying to me still?” you ask, voice shaking. 

His thumb comes up to wipe at the tears falling from your eyes, taking off his glove so he can touch you properly. Diluc feels you shy away slightly from his touch only to return back to him, making a small smile grace his lips. 

“You want to believe me, don’t you?” he asks, hoping that he was right. 

“I do,” you say after some time, tears beginning to fall down faster as you stare at him. 

“I want to believe you so badly. I want to believe that none of this was a joke to you. I can accept that we had a bad start, that there was some misunderstanding but I don’t want to entertain the idea that I was just a joke to you,” you say, voice shaking with tears.  

“You were never just a joke to me. At first, you were just someone Kaeya chose. You broke the mould the second we saw you, being the only person bold enough to write me personally without even expecting a response. Did you know you live close to where Kaeya thinks he used to?” 

“He told me that himself,” you nod, arms tentatively wrapping around his waist. 

His breath stops still in his chest, feeling as though he wants to burst through his body to embrace your form. Without realising it he’s already begun to bring his hands to sit delicately on your hips, his ungloved hand lightly trailing over the trimmings of your fabrics. 

“The others who write to me are maddening and exhausting. I cannot hold a conversation nor my eyes open long enough to entertain their whims and what it is they think that I want. You presented me yourself as you were, something I have told you countless times I adore. I adore it for it gives me the room to be myself, and even if I do not fully understand what that means when I am in your presence I want nothing more than to discover who I can become under the gentle hand of your care.” 

A sound escapes your lips and he steps back, terrified he mistepped for the umpteenth time this day before he sees the glimmer of a laugh in your eyes. It’s better than crying because of him and he thinks that if his laughter is at his expense he’d make a fool of himself until the end of time. 

“I find it amusing that you think I could make you better. I do not think that I can help you uncover other parts of yourself, but perhaps I could stand idly by while you do all the heavy lifting yourself. You appreciate the merits of hard work, don’t you?” you laugh a little, sniffling a bit to catch the stragglers of your tears. 

“Does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore?” he asks hopefully. 

“I do not believe I am,” you say, his hand digging into your waist a little more.

“But I want you to prove to me that I am not being lied to. How can you prove to me that you did care for me? That everything you did before was truly something that you did out of a genuine affection for me?” 

Diluc gets the sense that you’re hinting at something but he can’t be sure what, staring at you a little helplessly. He can feel the warming of his body under your attention, wanting to hold you closer, envelope you in his arms and do whatever it is you want of him. But he has no idea. No part of him can figure out what exactly it is you want from him. 

“What can I do? Besides promise you the rest of my life, which I am willing to do,” he mumbles, pushing against you slightly to tilt your head up a little more. 

“You can have anything you want. Just name your price.” 

The redhead can’t help but want to give you the world, already far more devoted to you than he ever thought he could be devoted to one person. As soon as he notices your eyes beginning to flit away from him he tuts softly, 

“Don’t turn away from me. I told you to ask me for something. I expect you to follow that simple request.” 

Once your eyes flutter back up to him he smiles, supporting the back of your neck and circling his thumb lightly against your skin. Your bodies gently sway to a rhythm only he dictates, admiring you in the low light of the moon. Fully entranced in the way you look in his arms, Diluc hugs you to his body tighter, gently running his fingers through the loose strands of your hair. 

“I can ask you for anything? Anything at all?” 

“Of course you can,” he reassures.  

His heart fills with joy with the feeling that he could make you happy, do something that brings you joy as a direct result of his actions. 

“Give me the chance to fall in love with you again. None of this fake letter business, none of this trying to be someone who you don’t think you are just because it’s the right thing to do, nothing like that. I cherish so much the fact that I was given the chance to learn more about you and figure out what made the elusive Duke so charming.”

“I don’t know if charming is exactly what people call me,” he scolds lightly, showing you that his words aren’t meant to be biting with the soft way he holds your face. 

“It is a poor descriptor,” you chuckle, bringing your hands up to hold his. 

“Then, if you accept my previous request, we’ll have more than enough time to come up with a descriptor you agree with. How does that sound to you?” you offer again, the look in your eyes enough to make his knees go weak. 

“If it means I get to spend more time with you I’d walk to the ends of the Earth,” he says affectionately, knowing that this time, the words were his and only his. 

[genoc1d3r]

my turn to cry - thoughts on 3-1b

ok this has actually gotta be my favorite chapter cause holy shit so much stuff happened.

I played the Alice/kanna route and afterwards I watched a vod with the reko/shin route in which ranmaru and naomichi died before the banquet, so BIG SPOILER WARNING FOR BOTH ROUTES

Mafia Princess Sara??: Ok so first off, back in the beginning of 2020, I had a theory that Sara was a mafia heiress and that the death game was supposed to be something to “prepare” her. And that her memories were wiped or she was initially supposed to be kept blind to this whole thing (In 3-1a when everybody saw the consent form for the very first time everybody felt a sense of deja vu, except for Sara. Because why would they need her consent when she is the sole focus of the game and it’s all for her) This theory was mainly supplied by my confusion surrounding the hiring of Kai, cause why would mr Chidouin hire a former assassin to protect her?? How did he even know Kai??? But yeah, the whole thing with Shinobu Gokujo and deciding a new don through a death game just adds a lil more validity to this theory.

Sara’s real father: I also had a mini theory that Gashu Satou was her real father, but that was mostly cause of their hair color and how it would def make Sara’s hair color make more sense genetics-wise (but kai has black hair, so its most likely that his mother had black hair, which would also disprove this mini-theory but yk im not here to prove it just talk about it). And that Gashu knew of Mr. Chidouin and gave Sara to him, and it would also explain why mr Chidouin chose Kai of all people to look after her and why Kai could only watch her from a distance, in case she realized the truth that he was her brother/half-brother or something. 

GREENBLINGS CANON AAAAAAAA: I love this, I love this so much oh my god. Now I can replay and cry after 2-2 cause nankidai hates us :’). I dont have an issue with this specifically, I’m just a bit bothered by how the whole thing went. There was some buildup yea, and the cg with kanna, kugie, and shin was amazing. And that lil bit about nice hallucinations made me tear up a bit. But, then everybody kinda just moved on? and idk this whole chapter was a fuckign roller coaster I could barely keep up.

Autistic Gin <3: I’m autistic myself and I have seen many characters who are autistic-coded or exhibit many signs of autism but have never been straight up confirmed (Ex: Vera Misham from Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney). And even then, these characters usually share similar personality traits like being aloof and reserved. So it’s nice to see that Gin is representing autism in a relatively realistic manner with his hyperfixations, vocal tics, and issues with socializing. Even after nearly dying like 17 times he’s still doing well and I genuinely wish for his survival and happiness.

Ranmaru’s death: Both of Ranmaru’s deaths, (if you or if you don’t fail the electricity absorption minigame) the death feels so... off? I was really attached to him as a character, yet his death didn’t impact as much as Joe’s or Nao’s did. During his Banquet death, one second he had his really cute smiling sprite but then whoops oh no guys weird drill screw thing kills him (again). I still can barely comprehend it because it all just happened so fast. Like no cg or anything. I was honestly kinda disappointed. The “delayed” one does a better job at his death scene, but again, it was wayyy too quick and completely dismissed as everybody just moves on to defeat Maple 2.0. I at least would’ve appreciated a better transition than Midori just saying “well anyways–”

 Ranmaru’s extremely quick descent into madness in the shin route: I actually liked this idea of Ranmaru willing to go to such extremes for Sara. However, theres barely time for any of this to develop? Like again, everything just happens so fast??? I would've definitely liked if there were little hints around before the body discovery that ranmaru was gonna do something like this, just a little time for development would really be cool.

Mr. Policeman/Mr. Tazuna???: After I finished, I actually looked on the wiki to see if it said anything about his son that he mentioned and I found this: 

But yeah thats cool

The thing about Q-taro: I’m gonna say it now, I’ve liked Q-taro ever since the aftermath of 1-2, and Q-taro haters have added absolutely nothing to this fandom. Everybody saw him as a child-hater, I see him as a guy who’ll do anything to survive and succeed. I mean that wish is kinda what got him into the death game. And yeah he did try to leave that one time, but that’s what getting thrown into traumatic killing games does for you, most people don’t want to die, they want to live, no matter what it takes. We can’t all be the main character and choose to cooperate with everybody and be the “good” person in that situation. Even Sara has those extremely selfish moments and those intrusive thoughts of winning and leaving. 

This whole thing should also be applied to Ranmaru. Ranmaru has gone through so much shit in such a brief amount of time, to the point where he was considering to/actually kill people to escape with the one person he trusted in this hellhole. In that situation, Sara’s kinda at fault here, cause without Joe she’s lost her sense of morality which resulted in her becoming selfish and well... honestly kinda toxic. This emotional manipulation is really what set Ranmaru off, however it was 100% his decision to fucking kill somebody and murder’s bad. Still love him though.

But back to Qtaro, I really enjoyed the extra substance given to him in this chapter, it’s nice to see the development from being selfish to feeling deep remorse to protecting the dolls of the first trial victims, most notably Mai. As he completely forgives her for stabbing him. The chapter did a great job at fueling my already intense love for Q-taro (and it actually convinced my best friend who claims to hate Q-taro with every bone of her body to like him too!) I also love the father-son dynamic between him and Gin. I find this relationship to be really important cause Gin’s father is an abusive alcoholic and Q-taro’s an orphan who’s never had a proper role-model in his life. So it’s beautiful that despite not having anybody there for him when he was younger he can still be a good figure for another child.

Predictions/hopes for the next part: 

I just want to see whether Shin already knew about Kanna being his sister, and if he doesn’t I want a reveal. Right. Now.

A Ranmaru/Joe/Q-taro/Kai/ “Hinako” revival, p l e a se  they died so soon

More info about the people involved in the Hades Incident/Shinobu Gokujo

More info regarding Meister

Sara going on Maury

Who tf is “Hinako”????

I really hope that there isn't any specific good/bad ending. Like I want every ending to be equally bad and good yk? like equal consequences and good stuff.

Yo wtf happened to Sara’s mom?? Is she gonna come back and play a more important role in the story?? Are her parents gonna come back as floor masters???

I want things to actually change  depending on whether you picked Alice or reko, cause so far they’ve played extremely minor roles.