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Secret & Sacrifices

Toji zenin x reader

summary, "Y/N, a famous actress, fell in love with Toji, a regular civilian who works as a mechanic. They had a baby together, but Toji ended up breaking up with her because he wanted her to live her life to the fullest and was tired of keeping their relationship a secret. Years later, Y/N is engaged to someone else, but she still loves Toji, who now has a new girlfriend. Despite their past, their love for each other remains.”

Tags; Toji x reader, Actress au, Actress x Mechanic, Lovers to Strangers, Hollywood, Celebrity, Parenting, Romance, Drama, Heartbreak, Reconciliation, Fame, Secret Relationship, Working Class, Taboo, Sacrifice.

Warnings; 18+, fluff, angst, smut, actress au, partying, drinking/alcohol, drug usage, romance, jealousy, cursingz

Notes: the tag-list is open! also sorry for any spelling erors too lazy to proof read…

WC; 7k words!

You had everything you could ever want in life.

A successful career as an actress, a beautiful child, and a loving boyfriend, Toji Zenin. He was the one who made you feel like a normal person, treating you with kindness and respect.

He was your pride and joy, the man who swept you off your feet and gave you the most precious gift of all - a child. Despite your parents' disapproval of your relationship, you never let that affect your love for Toji. He was the man of your dreams, the mechanic who came to your rescue when your car broke down one night. It was love at first sight, with his tall and muscular frame and that alluring scar on his face.

This man was the love of your life. The mechanic who you met when your car broke down in the middle of the night. No other cars were passing by except his and he had the courtesy to stop by and help you fix it. When he first came out of the car you were star struck. His tall and well built frame catching your attention and that immaculate scar of his.

The man who came to fix your car in the pouring rain was not only kind and nice, but also considerate. Despite being drenched himself, he made sure you didn't get wet and even told you to wait in your car while he worked. You were skeptical of the idea of love at first sight, but when you saw him, you knew it was real. He was handsome and had a charming smile that instantly caught your attention.

He recognized you immediately, as anyone would. After all, you were the famous face of Japan in the acting world. He spent hours working on your car, determined to fix it without charging you anything. You insisted on at least buying him a drink or paying him for his time and effort in the cold rain.

He refused to charge you anything for his services, but you insisted on buying him a drink or at least paying him for his time and effort. He kindly declined your offer and simply smiled before leaving in his own car.

Days went by, even years went by and you still hadn’t found out who he was. You were 23 when it happened and now you were 25. Sitting down in the park you read your book, sunglasses pinched between your nose and a black hat on top of your head.

These days were your quiet days, the days you could sneak out and sit in the park. Watching kids play and families have a day out with their kids. You drank your water, watching people run past you or jog with their dog. Smiling, you were grateful for this time to relax and escape the hustle and bustle of your busy life as a famous actress.

Suddenly, a dog came bounding towards you, its tail wagging excitedly. It jumped up on you, licking your face and wagging its tail even more. You couldn't help but laugh as you petted the friendly dog. Just then, the owner came over, apologizing for his dog's behavior.

"Ah, excuse me, is this your dog?" you ask as the friendly golden retriever jumps up and licks your face. You wipe the slobber off and look up to see the owner, a man with kind eyes and a familiar face. Suddenly, it hits you, this is the guy who helped you with your car two years ago.

"Oh my gosh, it's you!" you exclaim, standing up and removing your sunglasses. "I can't believe it, I've been wanting to thank you for so long. You really saved me that day."

The man's face lights up with recognition. "Yes, I remember now. You're that famous actress, aren't you? The one who was stranded on the side of the road?"

You nod, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Yes, that's me. And you're the kind stranger who helped me. I never got the chance to properly thank you."

The man bows his head in respect. "It was nothing, really. I'm just glad I could be of assistance."

You smile, grateful for this chance encounter. "Well, I would love to repay you somehow. Can I buy you a coffee or a drink sometime? I'd love to catch up and get to know you better."

The man hesitates for a moment before giving in. "Sure, that would be nice. Here, let me give you my number."

As he scribbles down his number on a piece of paper, you can't help but feel excited for the possibility of a new connection. Who knew that a simple act of kindness years ago would lead to this moment? You thank him and promise to reach out soon before he bids you farewell and walks away.

You had gone out for drinks with him, catching up after not seeing each other for a while. As the night went on, you found out that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend. Despite the heartbreak, he still maintained his belief in kindness and treated you with nothing but genuine care and generosity, not even charging you for any of the drinks.

As you talked, you couldn't help but admire his posture and the way he spoke. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him, especially when he wore that black button-up shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing his toned chest.

The club you were in was one of the hottest spots in town, filled with A-list celebrities and no paparazzi in sight. Feeling bold, you decided to flirt with him and he reciprocated, flashing his charming smile and cracking jokes that made you even more intrigued by him.

As the night went on and a few more drinks were consumed, he placed his hand on your thigh and complimented how stunning you looked in that tight red dress. Your cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, and his were as well, both of you feeling a bit buzzed but still aware of the intense chemistry between you. It was clear that you both wanted the same thing - each other.

Before you knew it you were walking hand in hand through the city streets, the anticipation and excitement grew between you and your mystery man. You couldn't wait to get back to their apartment, knowing that this was going to be a night to remember.

His hands were exploring every inch of your body, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't resist the intense desire you felt for him, and you were desperate for him to take you.

As you stumbled into his bedroom, he asked for your consent, making sure you were comfortable with every move he made. But you were beyond caring about anything else but him. You gave him permission to do anything and everything he wanted with you.

He wasted no time in fulfilling your desires. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and gentle bites. Your moans filled the room as he moved lower, his hands exploring every curve and dip of your body. As he reached your core, he teased you with his tongue, making you squirm with pleasure.

You couldn't hold back any longer and you begged him to take you. With a smirk on his face, he entered you, filling you with pleasure and ecstasy. The two of you moved in perfect rhythm, lost in each other's touch and moans.

After that day, you both couldn't get enough of each other. Every day, he would come to your house after you finished work, his hands clutching a bouquet of beautiful flowers and a box of chocolates. You could see the excitement in his eyes as he saw you waiting by the door, smiling and inviting him in. As he entered, he would throw the flowers down on the counter and practically pull you into his arms. You could feel his strong hands squeezing your ass, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

The soft skin of your ass was no match for his strong grip, and you couldn't help but moan as he devoured you with his kisses. It was like a ritual, but one that you never got tired of. His disheveled hair, evidence of a long day at his shop, only added to his charm as he rushed to see you. You were his drug, something he couldn't keep his hands off of. And you were more than happy to let him have his way with you, losing yourself in the moment as he fucked you numb.

You couldn't believe how much your sex life had improved in the past few months. It was like every time you were together, a new position was unlocked, as if you were collecting new ways for him to pleasure you. And he was an expert, his hands always finding new ways to make you moan and writhe in pleasure. Whether it was squeezing and fondling your breasts or using his long, skilled fingers to fuck you senseless, he knew exactly how to make you scream his name.

But it wasn't just about the amazing sex. You two also went on dates constantly, whether they were small and private or extravagant celebrity parties. You loved showing him off to all of your friends, feeling proud to have such a handsome and charming boyfriend by your side. And everywhere you went, people couldn't help but stare and admire the two of you together.

Life was good, and you couldn't imagine being with anyone else. This was your perfect relationship and you were living your best life with your amazing boyfriend.

The two of you had been in a loving relationship for a year now, and the idea of starting a family together had been on your minds for quite some time. After much discussion, you both felt that the timing was right and decided to have a child together. You even took a break from your busy filming schedule to fully focus on this new chapter of your lives.

You remember spending countless days tracking your ovulation and planning out the perfect time to try for a baby. And eventually, all of the hard work paid off and you were blessed with a beautiful baby boy, Megumi. The joy and love you felt in that moment was indescribable.

Toji was by your side the entire time, never leaving your side as you went through the labor pains. He held your hand tightly, tears in his eyes as he shared in your pain and wanted to take it away from you. He was your rock, constantly reassuring you that you were doing an amazing job and that he was there for you every step of the way.

As you pushed and struggled to bring your baby boy into the world, Toji never left your side. He kissed your forehead, stroked your hair, and whispered words of encouragement and love. And when you finally heard your baby's first cries, tears of joy streamed down both of your faces as you held each other and your newborn son. It was a moment that you would never forget, and one that only strengthened the love between you and Toji.

Crying as he heard the babys cries and watching as you sighed in relief. Staying with you the whole time as the doctors took your baby to clean him up.

“Mm so tired,” You said whispering, you felt pain all over you and your body was sweating profusely. You were in the verge of dying and the doctors immediately took you to the emergency room. Watching as your boyfriend held your child and had tears brimming in his eyes as you were rolled away in the bed.

When you brought your child home it was like a dream, Toji by your side and a beautiful baby boy aswell. People knew about your baby but not about the father. You wanted Toji to have privacy and not get harassed by paparazzi.

You spent your days in bed cuddled up with your boyfriend and your baby. He would always take care of him, changing his diaper and feeding him the breast milk you froze prior. He would cook for you, even thought all he knew what to cook was soup or making a simple sandwich.

He was the one taking care of you, making sure you got everything you needed. Extra blankets, medicine and helping you shower. The first time he saw you, you were terrified. Scared that he wasn't going to find you attractive since you just had given birth.

He treated you with kindness, taking days off work when you were feeling sick. He was like an angel sent just for you.

Monday picnic days were your favorite, going out in the park with your boyfriend and baby. Megumi cooing on your leg as you ate the sand while prepared hy Toji. His arm was wrapped around your waist, peppering kisses around your face.

As you spread out the blanket in the park, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The warm sun was shining down on you, the birds were chirping, and your boyfriend Toji was setting up the picnic basket. You laughed as Megumi excitedly crawled towards the basket, trying to grab a sandwich before it was even unpacked.

"You're just like your momma, always hungry," Toji joked, ruffling Megumi's hair as he handed him a sandwich. You smiled at the sight of your two favorite boys, a perfect day for a picnic.

As you sat down to eat, Toji wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. "I love you," he whispered against your lips.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart swelling with love for your little family. As you took turns feeding Megumi and sneaking bites of food for yourselves, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these simple moments.

"Hey, let's take a family photo," Toji exclaimed, pulling out his phone. You all huddled together, making silly faces and capturing the joy of the moment. As you looked at the photo, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these Monday picnic days. All of you, Toji, Megumi, and yourself, were smiling and laughing, enjoying each other's company.

Little did you know, paparazzi were lurking nearby. They snapped pictures of your little family, capturing the love and happiness that radiated from all of you. But these photos would later be used in an article that would ruin your relationship with Toji.

Life was good until that article was released. You had just come home from an award ceremony, feeling proud and accomplished. As you placed your bag down and kicked off your heels, you walked over to your baby's crib. You checked on Megumi, watching him sleep soundly. He was the one good thing that came out of this relationship with Toji.

But lately, things had been tough. You were constantly fighting, and you were tired of it. It seemed like every time you made plans to go out or have a date night, something would come up and you would have to cancel. Toji was tired too, the baby was stressing him out, and not having his girlfriend by his side was making it worse. It seemed like the paparazzi were the only ones benefiting from your relationship.

Your friends had been asking why your boyfriend hadn't proposed yet, even though you had been together for two years and had a child together. But the truth was, your relationship was struggling. Work had been overwhelming, with the stress of balancing your job and being a new mom. Your maternity leave had caused your contracts to pile up, adding even more pressure to your already hectic schedule.

You rarely had time to see your baby and Toji, let alone spend quality time with your partner. And when you did come home, you would often find him already in bed, your son sound asleep. His once playful and loving demeanor had turned distant and cold, his eye bags getting worse from the lack of sleep. And to make matters worse, you hadn't been intimate at all, adding to the growing divide between you two. It was hard to accept, but it seemed that having a child had caused problems in your relationship with your boyfriend.

The final straw for Toji was the day he saw you on TV, snuggled up with Megumi while the baby slept peacefully on his chest. His hand instinctively went behind his head as he reached for the remote, turning up the volume to watch your speech as you accepted the award for best actress of the year. You were stunning in a white silk dress, no doubt from a high-end designer. A wide smile graced your face as you thanked everyone, including your family and your "Babyboy" Megumi.

But Toji couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt as you failed to mention him. It wasn't because you didn't care, but because he had asked you not to. He didn't want the world to know that he, a simple mechanic, was dating the most famous actress in Japan. He didn't want you to be judged or ridiculed for being with someone of lower status. As he watched you on TV, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right decision in keeping your relationship a secret. But in that moment, he couldn't deny the love he felt for you, even if it meant sacrificing his own pride and happiness.

And as he watched the tall, white-haired man wrap his arm around your waist and hug you tightly, Toji could feel a twinge of jealousy and anger bubbling up inside him.

He recognized that man all too well - the asshole actor who had come to Toji's mechanical shop and demanded a refund for his car's motor, claiming that Toji's work was subpar. And now, he was your co-star in a romance movie, which made Toji's blood boil even more. He hated the idea of you filming intimate scenes with someone else, even if it was all just acting.

But what angered Toji the most was the fact that the public saw you and Satoru as the "It" couple, even though you weren't even dating. The movie had made millions, and the audience was convinced that you and Satoru were the perfect couple, solely based on your on-screen chemistry. It was ridiculous and infuriating to Toji, who knew that no one could ever come close to loving you as much as he did.

So yes, Toji was fucking jealous. Toji knew that Satoru was a successful and well-known actor, and he couldn't help but feel inferior in comparison. He looked down at his son, Megumi, and thought about how different their lives would be. Megumi would grow up with a celebrity mother and most likely follow in her footsteps, while Toji would always be just a small mechanic working on cars.

But it wasn't just jealousy that consumed Toji's thoughts. He also felt guilty for feeling this way. He knew that you deserved to live your best life and be with someone who could offer you more than he could. You were a beautiful and ethereal actress, loved by fans all over the world, and he was just a simple mechanic. As he watched you on TV, he couldn't help but admire your talent and grace, knowing that he could never be like that.

But as much as it pained him, Toji knew that he had to let go of you. He couldn't keep holding onto the hope that one day you would choose him over someone like Satoru. He knew that you deserved someone who could give you the world, and he couldn't be that person. So with a heavy heart, Toji came to terms with the fact that he had to let you go, even though it broke his heart to do so.

As you walked up the driveway, your heels clicked against the pavement, the sound echoing off the nearby houses.

You couldn't help but feel your heart beating a little faster as you held the hand of your fiancée, Satoru Gojo. You were both carrying a handful of gifts for your son's 3rd birthday, your first time back at your ex's house since your split 2 years ago.

You were dressed casually in jeans and a tight black top, but your fiancée looked effortlessly stylish in a white polo and jeans, with a Versace belt adorning his waist. As you approached the front door, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You knew that this meeting was important, not just for your son, but also for your ex-boyfriend, Toji.

Satoru was the perfect partner, always treating you with love and affection. He would surprise you with thoughtful gifts and take you out on romantic dates consistently, making you feel loved and appreciated. When he proposed, you were overjoyed and eagerly said yes, excited to spend the rest of your life with him.

However, as time went on, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and sadness whenever your son mentioned his father's new girlfriend. You tried to push these feelings aside, but they only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. Maybe it was because she was just a regular person, working at a flower boutique across from Toji's mechanical shop. You couldn't help but compare yourself to her and wonder if she was better suited for Toji.

You decided to do some digging, wanting to know more about this woman who would now be a part of your son's life. But to your surprise, you couldn't find anything negative about her. In fact, she seemed like a genuinely kind and caring person. She spent her free time volunteering at charity events, using her earnings to donate to various organizations. You couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her, and maybe even a bit of guilt for feeling jealous in the first place.

Walking into the house that was once yours and Toji’s, the house were you raised your son until he turned one and a half years old. You felt tears brimming as you continued to walk into the house, passing by the picture frames, pictures of only your son and Toji. Your face no where to be found at the home were you used to wake up every morning, your son and boyfriend cuddled up with you.

The house that was your only source of peace and freedom. The house were you weren’t judged from. Now that you were engaged to Satoru you couldnt help but wonder what it wouldve been like, to be engaged to the father of your son Toji.

You immediately noticed the changes in the house. The once familiar couches and rug were gone, replaced by new, modern furniture. The house that used to bring you comfort now felt foreign and unfamiliar, much like your relationship with Toji.

As you made your way to the backyard, you saw everyone seated at different tables, chatting and enjoying the food that Toji's new girlfriend had cooked. Your heart sank as you realized that you were no longer a part of this family gathering. But then you saw your son, your beautiful baby boy, running towards you with a big smile on his face.

"Mommy!" he exclaimed, his arms open wide for a hug. You couldn't help but smile as you bent down to embrace him, feeling his little arms wrap around your neck. He was getting taller and it pained you to know that you were missing out on so much of his life. Toji had taken custody of him, claiming that you were too busy to raise him, and it broke your heart.

"Hi my love," you whispered as you lifted him up, his head resting on your shoulder. Satoru, Toji's brother, stood next to you and gently patted your son's head before going to place the gifts on the table. As you looked around at the happy faces of your former family, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and longing for what used to be.

You walked with your son, feeling but feel a pang of sadness and nostalgia as you saw Toji's back facing you. He had his arm around his new girlfriend's waist, the sun casting a warm glow on both of them. You couldn't deny that they looked good together, with their matching black short hair and easy smiles.

It had been months since you last saw Toji, and while he still looked the same, there was something different about him. He didn't have that same look on his face that he used to have when he was with you, the one that made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as Toji's girlfriend turned to face you with a bright smile.

"Hello! Nice to finally meet you," she said, extending her hand towards you. You hesitated for a moment, staring at her in disbelief. Taking her hand, you shook it firmly before responding,

"Hello, I'm Y/N. And you are?" Your gaze then shifted to Toji as he turned around, his smile never faltering as he introduced her

“This is Saori, my girlfriend.” He smiled at her before looking back st you watching as your gaze turned to something else not wanting to watch your ex boyfriend be all happy about his new girlfriend.

She was absolutely stunning. You couldn't help but admire her, even though you wanted to hate her for being with your ex. As Toji smiled at her and then at you, you couldn't help but look away, not wanting to see him so happy with someone else.

But as you stole glances at Saori, you couldn't help but notice how she seemed to light up the room. She was wearing a beautiful yellow sundress, adorned with delicate flowers, and it suited her perfectly. Her hair was styled in a cute and carefree way, showing off her flawless facial features.

You wanted to say something, anything, but your words were stuck in your throat. Your fiancé, Satoru, wrapped his arms around you possessively, a smirk on his face as he looked at Toji. "So this is the father of my step-son," he said, his tone slightly mocking. You could feel Toji's eyes on your hand as Satoru interlocked his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb over your hand.

You stood there, watching your ex with his new girlfriend, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. But at the same time, you couldn't deny the fact that Saori was absolutely beautiful and seemed genuinely kind. You couldn't bring yourself to hate her, even though you wanted to.

Toji didnt know why he hated seeing you with him, maybe it was because he called it, he knew this was going to happened or simply because deep down he knew saori could never be you.

You smiled at them and excused yourself walking towards the table where all your friends sat. Satoru followed you like a lost puppy, not knowing anyone who came to the party besides his soon to be step son

Toji was so fucking jealous and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was because he had always called it, predicting that this would happen, or maybe it was because deep down he knew Saori could never be you.

Making your way to the table where your friends sat, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. They were your closest companions from acting school and they always knew how to make you feel better.

"Y/N!" Utahime practically jumped on you, squeezing you so tightly that you felt like you couldn't breathe. She was your pride and joy, your best friend who you had met during acting school. Despite the awkwardness of the situation with Toji and Saori, being with your friends made you feel at ease.

You smiled warmly at your friend, Utahime, she was beaming with excitement as she saw you, and you knew it was because of the news you were about to share. You motioned for your fiancé, Satoru, to come over and he smiled back at you before making his way to your side.

Utahime gave him a quick once-over before her eyes landed on your left hand. "Not let me see that ring!" she exclaimed, giggling as you held out your hand to show off the stunning engagement ring that Satoru had chosen for you.

As Utahime oohed and aahed over the ring, you couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness and contentment wash over you. Satoru was the love of your life, and you were grateful to have him by your side. He placed his hand on your back and pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head affectionately.

Utahime's expression turned serious as she looked at Satoru. "I swear, Satoru, if you ever hurt her-" she started, but he cut her off with a laugh.

"I would never do that to her," he reassured her, his eyes filled with love as he looked at you. "She's the love of my life." You playfully hit his arm, scrunching your nose at him before leaning into his side.

From afar, the heartbroken man watched as you and your fiancee stood together, admiring each other with love and happiness. He couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and pain as he saw you both, knowing that he could have had that kind of love with you.

Toji gazed at you, remembering the days when he would come home from work and see you with your newborn son. He would watch as you read a book for new moms, taking in every moment with your child. He could still hear your laughter and see your smile as you cuddled with your son, a sense of warmth and contentment radiating from you.

His mind then drifted to the times when you would surprise him with his favorite chocolate chip pancakes, your laughter filling the room as he devoured them with delight. Your joy and love were infectious, and he couldn't help but feel grateful to have you in his life well at least before he ruined everything.

But now, as he stood there, he could hear your laughter once again, but this time it was directed towards your fiancee. Saori handed a piece of cake to your son, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

Saori's eyes followed Toji's gaze until they landed on you, the woman he still loved. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and insecurity as she watched the way he looked at you. It was obvious that he still had strong feelings for you, despite their relationship.

She had always known about your past with Toji, but she never brought it up. It was like the word "love" was forbidden in her household. From the moment she met Toji, she could tell he was kind and sweet, and he still was to this day. But lately, she had noticed a change in his behavior. Maybe it was because of the announcement of your engagement that made him realize he was truly losing you.

She watched as Toji's gaze lingered on you, his eyes filled with longing and regret. And for a brief moment, he caught your gaze and the intensity of his stare made Saori feel like she was intruding on a private moment between the two of you. You glanced at him for a split second before looking back at your fiancée

His heart skipped a beat, a feeling that he had almost forgotten. It was a feeling he used to get when he saw you, and now, inexplicably, it was happening again. As you stood in front of him, he couldn't help but notice the softness in your eyes for a split second. It was a look he had not seen in a long time, a look that gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, you still loved him.

But he knew he couldn't hold onto that hope. He had made his choice when he let you go, and now he had to live with the consequences. As he walked into the house, his footsteps echoed in the empty hallway. It was the same hallway he used to walk down with you, hand in hand, laughing and talking about your future together.

Stopping himself, he placed a hand on his face, trying to push away the memories that were flooding back. He had to stop thinking about you and let you go. He had moved on, started a new relationship with Saori, someone who brought happiness back into his life after he broke up with you.

But deep down, he knew that he would always have a special place in his heart for you. You were his biggest regret, the one that got away. He regretted letting you slip out of his grasp, and now he was left with only memories of what could have been.

Walking into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbed a glass bottle of beer. Popping the cap open, he took a sip of the sour liquor. It was a taste that he associated with you, as it was your favorite drink. He couldn't help but think about how much he missed you, how he would wake up in the middle of the night wishing the one he slept with was you and not Saori.

But he knew he couldn't turn back time. He had made his choice, and now he had to live with it. He took another sip of the beer, trying to drown out the thoughts and memories of you that were constantly haunting him. He had to let you go, for his own sake and for yours. It was time to move on and accept that you were no longer a part of his life.

Placing his half-empty beer down onto the cool marble of the kitchen cabinet, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. His motivation was slipping, and he knew it. He hadn't been working as hard as he used to, and it was starting to show. The only thing that still drove him to push harder was you. The thought of coming home earlier and seeing your beautiful face was the one thing that kept him going.

He was lost in his thoughts when he heard the loud stomps of heels approaching him. As he turned to see your body charging towards him, he couldn't help but feel confused. That confusion quickly turned to surprise as you slammed a piece of cake down on the countertop in front of him.

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him, your eyes locking onto the beer in his hand. "Really, Toji?" you scoffed, "Are you letting your fucking girlfriend feed my child cake now?" Your tone was accusatory, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. But as he looked at you, he couldn't deny how fucking beautiful you looked in that moment. Despite being upset with him, he couldn't help but admire the way the light caught your features and the fire in your eyes.

"It's cake?" he asked, a glint of confusion his eye. You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Sato-," you began, but stopped yourself before saying his name. "Toji," you corrected, your arms falling to your sides. "You know how Megumi gets if he eats too much sugar," you reminded him.

Toji's heart broke when he heard you refer to your fiancée instead of him. "Did you just say his name?" he asked, trying to cover up the pain with a chuckle. A small grin curled onto his face, but the hurt in his eyes was hard to miss. "Didn't know you two were fighting so much," he teased, trying to lighten the mood.

But you weren't in the mood for jokes. You scoffed and shook your head, "Believe what you want, Toji. But please tell your girlfriend to not give my son sugar unless I say it's okay," you said, your voice firm. You couldn't help but give him a once-over, taking in his figure with a mixture of longing and sadness. Then, without another word, you turned to leave.

But before you could take another step, you stopped in your tracks. You turned back to face Toji, wanting to say one last thing. "And you should really stop drinking," you said, your voice softer now. "I don't want Megumi to have an alcoholic father, like I did," you confessed, before turning and walking away, leaving Toji alone with his thoughts and regrets.

He walked out back to the party, the sounds of laughter and music filling the air. As he made his way through the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness inside. But then, he saw his son running towards him with a big smile on his face, and he couldn't help but feel a spark of joy. As he knelt down to hug his son, he couldn't help but notice the familiar features in his face.

He saw a glimpse of both of you in his son's face - the same eyes as yours, the same smile as his. It was like a piece of both of you were still together, living on in your son. Tears welled up in his eyes as he placed his hand on Megumi's chubby cheeks, feeling the softness and warmth. In that moment, he felt a wave of emotions .

He may not have you by his side anymore, but he had your son - a reminder of the love you shared and the memories you made together. And for that, he was grateful.

He may have lost you, but he still had a piece of you with him, and that was enough to keep him going.

Notes; was listening to Glimpse of Us by Joji and it inspired me to write this mini series.. It’s prob gonna have like 5 chapters max since it’s a small series! anyways wrote this at like 3 am welp.. Dividers by @/cafekitsune !!

[barracuda-shark-games]

How would the cast react if the MC, after a few days in the palace, clearly not sleeping well due to PTSD, ended up breaking a servant's arm because they approached out of the MC's line of sight and touched their back? And the MC is completely shocked since even with the paranoia they knew they had something like this never happened.

Ohhh this is good.

Advisor Jocosa would, without hesitation, jump into action and help the servant and tend to their wounds. She'd feel wary around the MC afterwards and, once the servant is taken care of and out of earshot, she'd have a stern talking-to with the MC and insist on counseling. It really bothers her when servants are mistreated and her priority would be ensuring everyone's safety within the palace. Later, after things have settled, Jocosa would feel bad and worry about the MC, so she'd gently approach them to see if they would like someone to talk to. She'd offer herself as a shoulder to lean on, pointing out that they can't shoulder their burdens alone.

Bodyguard Amis would immediately be torn between checking on the MC and tending to the servant. He would blame himself for not making the MC feel safer in his presence and not seeing it coming. He'd ensure people keep a wide berth from MC and would probably get annoying about letting people approach the MC, even when the MC is okay with it. He'd be hyper-vigilant as a way to compensate. He'd probably start to lose sleep over it.

Knight Elric would bark orders for someone to take the servant to the medical wing, but his attention would be on the MC. He would approach the MC calmly, recognizing that they were experiencing a PTSD trigger, and he would use grounding techniques to soothe them and make them realize that they are not in danger and they will be safe. He would ask if they need someone to talk to, and awkwardly offer some recommendations for therapists that have worked with him. He'd assume that he's the last person MC would want to talk to.

Noblewoman Muriel (Muir), after checking that the servant is being taken care of, would slowly and calmly approach the MC from their sight line, coaxing them to look at her and keep their focus on her, assuring them that it's okay and they're safe. She'd ask them what she can do for them, if they'd be comfortable with her touching them to help ground them in the moment and make them feel secure. She's not a stranger to PTSD triggers, and she is willing to explore what helps the MC calm down.

Priest Larkin would secure the servant's arm in a makeshift sling while calmly assuring everyone present that it will be okay. He'd call for medical attention and then turn his attention completely on the MC. He'd seek their permission for him to guide them away, and he'd ask if they'd prefer to go to their room or his temple. He'd offer a blanket and tea and an ear if the MC wants to talk, all the while assuring the MC that the servant will be okay and that what happened was out of their control.

Spymaster Sunnifa would arrange for the servant to receive the best medical care the empire could offer, as well as a compensation package to smooth things over and a generous early retirement package if it's something the servant wants. She'd also instruct all palace staff not to sneak up on the MC, to only approach within the MC's sightlines, and she'd arrange guard rotations to ensure that this policy is adhered to. She'd be constantly putting out feelers for how MC was doing, without the MC even being aware of how much attention she's paying them.

Emp(ress/eror) Wilmot would be shocked and horrified, and probably at first erroneously assume that this was how servants are treated in Arevikland. They'd be angry at the MC before they learned that it was a PTSD response, after which they'd feel guilty for their outburst.

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

I absoltely loved the newest mob boys post and there teenage daughters can you do the mob boy’s reaction to their teenage daughters getting pregnant after sneaking out (poor Donnie’s daughter 🥲) (sorry for the spelling erors English isn’t my first language) thank you!

Love this idea for the Mob! boys, and yes, poor, poor Donnie's little girl

MASSIVE DISCLAIMER! Donnie's one will be dark as fuck, please do not read if anything to do with pregnancy is a trigger to you!

Mob! Leo

She's still grounded

it's been 2 months but she found her with a goddamn boy- not just /with/ a boy but in his *bed*

livid wouldn't even begin to cover how Leo felt

it took all his daughter's strength to hold him back from beating the living daylights out this teen boy who defiled his daughter

but something is different now

she's been quiet, not protesting when he gives her chores or sends her to bed. not even asking to have friends round when she knows she's grounded

he goes up to her room to talk, maybe she's been punished enough?

"Hey" she says softly, knocking on the door "what's up with you? you've been...distant"

she turns to face him, sat on her bed, and when she sees the gentle look on his face she can't contain it anymore

bursts into tears

"y-you know- you know Harry? The- the-the boy you found me with?..." she makes out between sobs

his mind returns to that night and he goes quiet. Angry again

"I'm sorry, daddy. I'm really sorry"

he doesn't get it at first, then she points to the trash can

he glances over and see's the pregnancy test box empty

he understands

the way Leo sees it, he has 2 choices: 1 scream. scream until his lungs bleed and she hates him forever or, 2 be there for his crying kid

he chooses the latter

he puts a stiff arm around her and she nuzzles into the crook of her father's neck, still inconsolable.

it's difficult to hide the shame, the disappointment, the anger....He had such big plans for her, now adding a kid to those plans? forget about it...

but he gets this one chance to show her that she can come to him about anything

it's going to be a long next few months...

Mob! Raph

His not-so-baby-anymore little girl is the light of his life

like, he's the proudest dad you can find

adores her, beyond words

so when he goes to tell her dinner is ready (without knocking, because it's his house and he can do what he wants) and finds her curled in a ball on her bed, crying and holding a positive pregnancy test... He loses it

screaming, punching the door, more screaming, ripping posters off her walls, did I mention he was yelling?

lots of "how could you be so stupid?" and "I raised you better than this!"

after about 20 minutes he calms down

it's nothing the daughter of this hot head isn't used to by now, but it's still scary for her

it's the look in her eyes that calms him the most- the look of fear as she clutches her stomach

a maternal sign

she wants the baby

"This motherfucker who knocked you up, he gonna stick around?" he asks

"I don't care if he does or not, fuck him! I've got you, don't I?"

a big sigh from Raph

"you've got me, kid"

he's not happy, how could he be?

but he knows she'll make a great mother

and he loves her too much, and is way too much of a pushover when it comes to her to be mad for too long

Mob! Mikey

He guesses she's pregnant

the morning sickness is a dead give away

he is Pissed, with a capital P

drags his daughter back to her room, any dolls or stuffed toys are ripped apart with his bare hands

"And this?" he hisses "What sort of mother had a ballerina jewellery music box? You're a child having a child! A stupid child at that! Insolent, pathetic and careless!"

none of this is yelled, his tone is almost a whisper

his daughter is crumpled down on the floor just weeping, waiting for storm Mikey to pass

"I thought I raised you better, I really did"

He leaves the house at that point, just walks straight past her as she sobs and goes to his brother's

they calm him down, a lot actually

remind him there are "options"

when he gets back to the house, he does say sorry

he knows he flies off the handle a little too quickly

he says he'll stand with her no matter what she chooses, but he knows what he would prefer for her to do

she sleeps in his bed that night, he holds his little girl and they whisper to each other until they both pass out

their relationship has always had rough patches like this but nothing they can't get through

Mob! Donnie

He knows

he always knows, he knew she snuck out, her knew she slept with that boy, he knows everything

so when she comes home to a seemingly empty house and goes up to her room, she;s in for a surprise

the room is liner with plastic sheets, like shower curtains, everywhere

the floor, the walls, there's a table in the middle of the room with a sheet covering something...

not something- someone

it's him, the boy, the one time hookup...

"oh fuck" she whispers

"oh fuck, indeed" Donnie's voice comes come behind her

"What did you do, dad? Is he dead?"

he smirks at that, which is dangerous. Only the worst kind of things amuse her father

"Dead? No. He wouldn't be worth the clean up. He just has a little... Procedure. To make sure he doesn't ever fuck up your life again"

she's confused, then he pulls out the positive pregnancy test you threw in a mall bathroom trash can last week.

How??? How does he always know?

"Now, darling..." He begins

((He never calls you darling, unless you're in deep shit with him))

"Are you going to be a good girl, and do what needs to be done? Or are you going to make daddy angry and disappointed all over again?" He leans in closer "I know which one I'd pick"

"I-I-I want the baby, dad" it's barely a whisper, mostly it's a plea

he tuts and shakes his head

"Wrong answer"

[fair-city-inquiries]

Roleplay Information

Randy here, hello!

Okay - this is also out of character but I figured this would be a neat way to introduce not just the roleplay but the character involved with it! So, let’s get right to it, shall we?

Wordgirl: What the Future Holds

Lore/Information

The blog technically is an alternate universe nicknamed “What the Future Holds”. In reality, it’s a post-canon universe set after the series finale ‘Rhyme and Reason’. The blog follows title lead, Becky Botsford, who is now in high school as a freshman. The timeline is exactly how it happened in the show, though there might be some differences! Not that it’s entirely necessary to know, to be honest.

This blog is specifically for Becky Botsford, not Wordgirl. What the Future Holds will be focusing on both her time in high school, as well as silly nonsense with headcanons mixed in!

Now, onto information about the character/muse, Becky Botsford!

Becky Botsford

Name: Rebecca Botsford

Nicknames: Becky/Becks (used by friends and/or family), Beckface (coined by Victoria Best), any variant of Becky - Becky Doodles, Beckaroni, etc - (all coined by members of the Botsford family), kid/kiddo (by Dr. Two Brains), dearie/dear/my dear (used by Granny May)

Age: 14 years old!

Birthday: [404.EROR], May 15 (presumed birthday by the Botsford’s)

Allies/Friends: Violet Heaslip, Todd “Scoops” Ming, Rose Franklin, Bob Botsford

Acquaintances: Theodore “Tobey” McAllister III, Victoria Best, Eileen

Enemies: [REDACTED]

Friendly Rivals: Theodore “Tobey” McAllister III

Family Members: [REDACTED], Adoptive - Sally Botsford (Mom), Tim Botsford (Dad), TJ Botsford (Younger Brother), Bob (“pet” monkey)

Backstory

Becky Botsford is the eldest child in the Botsford family. She was taken in and adopted by them when she’d still been a young girl after being found mysteriously in front of their house. An adept reader as she was somehow reading a newspaper while still being very little.

She grew up in Fair City which was rampant with super-villains, although most were stopped by super-heroine Wordgirl. Apparently Wordgirl and Becky have interacted before but of course - that’s as far as it goes. The audience knows otherwise. As a child, Becky attended Woodview Elementary School alongside her best friend, Violet Heaslip, and her first crush Todd “Scoops” Ming. Things were a bit trying with the supervillains in the city, but thankfully - Wordgirl managed to kick butt and send them to jail, and again and again every time they broke out.

Becky would eventually graduate from elementary and middle school. Now the school year has picked up again as she’s exploring her time as a freshman. She’s part of the Debate Team, as well as an honorary member of Book Club (though she also has her moments when she seems to have disappeared-).

Things of course, are about to get very interesting.

Headcanons & Additional Muse Information

⭐️ The Botsford’s are Afro-Latin Americans, much like Becky! Even if she is adopted - she is also Afro-Latina. She’s fluent in both English and Spanish, though who knows maybe she knows other languages~ ;))

⭐️ Becky is an avid reader. Canonically, she’s known for checking out ten books at once from the library! She has a soft spot for light romance-fantasy genres - though she also enjoys crime and mystery thrillers!

⭐️ Her fixation on PPMPPH never went away!

⭐️ Becky is autistic and ADHD, and you cannot convince me otherwise. This is canon now.

⭐️ She’s a bit nervous about juggling [REDACTED] and her high school classes but she’ll be fine. After all, she could handle it in the past… right?

⭐️ Becky and Violet’s friendship strengthened following “Rhyme and Reason”, but it also caused some unfortunate trauma, and that’s all you’re getting for now!

⭐️ She has freckles because I said so

More headcanons will be dropped soon!

If you’re a fellow roleplayer who wishes to interact with the blog, please please - let me know if you want to! 🙏

[dailyoriginalcharacter]

Once a member of a ragtag group of misfit pirates, Eror awoke on the shore of a mysterious land without his right eye and with a gray streak in his hair after what was assumed to be a massive storm wrecked his ship. Upon searching for his lost friends, things took an unexpected turn when he discovered no one can recall them.

Learn more about Eror at @teamyell and his page on my OC website

Born into a family of wealthy executives, Eror’s life had been meticulously planned for him long before his conception. Both his parents were devout believers in the ideal that one’s destiny is laid out for them from the moment they are brought into existence. Needless to say, it was a shock to everyone when their only child was proclaimed to have been born under a “black star”, an eclipse; an unmistakable omen of ill fate.

With the burden of taking over their family’s business loomed above him at all times as well as a lingering reputation as a walking bad luck charm, Eror struggled to keep up with their family’s sky high expectations. For their entire childhood, this inadequacy was constantly thrown into his face and used to try and pressure them to do better. But all Eror dreamt of was a quiet life, where he could simply exist in peace without all the rules and obligations.

As much as Eror tried to be the perfect child, they found that from the start they were always doomed to fail. As this became clearer to him, his faith in the gods began to wane. Eventually, things reached a boiling point during a particularly heated argument with his father. Years of pent-up rage rose to the surface, resulting in a blinding burst of light which rendered their father unconscious.

Panicked, they fled the estate, taking refuge in a trading caravan headed towards a port city. There, he found himself spontaneously recruited into a crew of pirates. Finding himself able to live freely for the first time in their life, Eror slowly warmed up to his newfound family as they taught him the ropes.

One day, tasked with smuggling a strange artifact to a specific location, an eclipse shadowed the sky as the ship was sunk. An unknown period of time later, Eror awoke on the shore, where he discovered no one could remember him or his crew.

eror is a character i created a couple years ago with the intention of playing him in a dnd campaign! while i did get the chance to do so on a miniseries that was livestreamed, i keep coming back to them because i LOVE their backstory and design so much.

the inspiration behind his entire concept is the tarot card The Tower. The Tower typically represents a very strong force of change uprooting you and sending you for a loop. essentially, the “tower” of comfort and protection you’ve built up around you crumbling to pieces.

i also designed their pirate crew too!

SOLANE:

The supposedly no-nonsense captain of the ship. Once you are around her for a little while, it becomes clear that she’s actually softer than she looks. She’s fond of taking in underdogs, so her crew is typically known for being a ragtag group of weirdos.

KHES:

Solane’s second in command, quartermaster and gunner, she’s the one that keeps everyone on task at the end of the day. Doesn’t speak much (if at all) but those muscles speak for themselves.

JERICHO:

The navigator of the ship, he’s fascinated by the stars and the night sky. You can catch him gazing through his telescope most nights. He dreams of being a world-renowned astronomer someday. The others like to poke fun at him for being the (physically) weakest crewmember. 

MATTHEW:

The carpenter, they are of the mindset that actions always speak louder than words. They have a very “work hard, play harder” sort of attitude, and can be weak to the vices of the city. (Mainly women and drinking.)

[https-kreideprinz]

(A letter to Jason grace)

To the dumass who keps getting hit with a brik, dont fix the erors. aneway, Ive never felt this way with a boy before but Id like to try this love letter shit. but my idiot cabin mates told me to do it, your pretty cute and Id like to try like, taking you out or sum idk. you dont gotta reply if you dont wanna.

- that one cabin 11 teen who came bak to camp with a park slide

"To the cabin 11 teen,

First of all. We do not talk about the brick. Second, are you free tonight? We can meet by the lake.

- Yours, Jason."

[erikgw]

My idea of the Extermination in Hazbin Hotel

heaven is crime-free. However, valhalla is a dystopia which observes an annual event known as ”the Purge”, in which all crime and sins, especially murder, is decriminalized for a 24-hour period.

_____________________________________

+my story of how vaggy meet charlie

vaggy is bloody-hurt/hungry/thirsty/sad and she really needs to hyperpiss and lay down for a little sleep. but black-angels are not welcomed in hell so she needs to get to valhalla but her wings are gone for the moment and if she is killed her armor and weapons will be lost and vaggy do not need her boss on her black-angel ass. so she needs a plan to get back home to heavon. so she needs to heal her wings. so vaggy taking all she needs to heal from demons but she running in to and meets princess charlie morningstar. (who panics and takes out her sword). and vaggy begs the hell-princess not to destroy her soul to dubble kill her and charlie saying: (poor girl. do not be sad. i am not going to kill you for its not my way to kill in anger) and she takes vaggy to the hotel for {toilet/first-aid/food+drinks/a bed to sleep in} and vaggy hears about charlies plan for the hotel and she wants to help (for she has seen the eror of her dark-angel ways). and vaggy hides her wings from all demons but charlie for she is the only one who can know that she is a black-angel.

[danisboredartwork]

Something I learned recently: Apparently a large majority of people at my workplace doesn't know what my unit does ans how we operate.

It should have been apparent when They started trying to push Quantity over quality on a unit designed to identity fraud but, for legal reasons I can't identify where or what I work in but it's fraud prevention.

It's apparent people outside of our unit didn't know how it worked, largely because when we started getting out summer influx this year they started freaking out about why we couldn't get cases out faster. They also started limiting how deep we went with our research. Turning a larger part of our job into 'just data entry' Which burned a lot of us out,

See working faster...and turning a group of college educated researchers into data entry operators didn't just burn us out...

It affected the quality of our 'work' the Data entry has never been our strong suit, (one of our supervisors was actively trying to take the data entry out of work, because we were researchers)

See our quality standard is (99% accuracy) this meant if we got two 'errors' in that month and didnt do enough cases to negate those errors we would be 'disciplined' I myself was on a second disciplinary action because I had an average of wait for it: 97%

Most of the 'critical erors' were simple clerical errors, I have dyscalculia and write numbers wrong a LOT and don't see the mistake at all usually

We had all been working remotely and when our case load spiked, they asked us to work on site. and the new site manager had a meeting with us. I had expressed my own frustration with this system and had honestly given up on anything, my supervisor often answered my frustration with 'well that's what on our contract' Yeah but if the system is broken and you're losing good people maybe you should readjust the standards based on the common issues? Tests are graded on a curve for a reason.

When we had this meeting with the site manager I didnt bring it up...by my coworker did.

Apparently the whole team was having issues.

He asked 'well when a lot of our other workers in the other units they could make up for it by churning out more cases, why couldn't we just do that?'

The new manager didn't know how our case processing worked. How long our processes took, and that unlike that data entry positions we can't make up for one error by doing 35 cases to make sure it's less than half a percentage.

He suddenly saw the problem.

We were being treated like Data entry when we weren't data entry, have never been data entry.

It was then that the manager explained, he and I'm guessing a LOT of management outside of our unit don't know what the hell we do...

He promptly said he was gonna start talking to people about what we could do to fix this issue. Because he realized what it was: We weren't being graded as fraud prevention officers completing research reports. We were being treated at data entry operators who just so happened to do extra detailed reports

[jambjars]

ACADEMIC BLOG POST 3- The Transmedia to End Them All

Homestuck is a vast piece of media. If you haven't read it or heard of it, you've probably encountered it through cultural omosis, such as seeing folks painted grey at a comics convention, using the term "god tier", or even seeing leetspeak in the last 10 years. I'd like to take the time to detail just how massive this project is, and to lay out why cultivating one's own transmedia can bring people together.

Figures 1 and 2- first and one of the last panels of the comic.

Homestuck is a webcomic that starts with 4 kids who get stuck in a video game, drawn in a relatively simple visual style. A simple concept that grew into an incomprehensibly huge conglomeration of information (it did the multiverse before the multiverse was cool), with the word count alone being upwards of 800,000 words. At first, all panels were drawn in Microsoft Paint-- as the comic progressed and gained more fans, slowly the rare Flash animations began to feature fan songs. Eventually, author Andrew Hussie would allow a great deal of fan involvement in Homestuck's art direction, making Flashes into little games and eventually developing a separate game in the same universe called Hiveswap. The fanbase grew so massive that even the extremely long comic and various other offshoot projects wasn't enough content for them. Fan spaces would organize zines and even make spinoff comics of their own, as in the case of the popular Vast Error. The comic made up a huge, if niche, corner of the internet, bringing people together to talk about fan theories, critiques, and love for a series like no other.

Figures 3 and 4- The title page of fan comic Vast Eror, and a page from one of the Paradox Space semi-canon comics

All good things come to an end... or they keep persisting despite themselves. While the original Homestuck comic came to a close in 2016, author Andrew Hussie kept creating related material. Hiveswap wasn't the only game in question released; Though Hussie eventually lost sight of the vision he was trying to achieve with Homestuck, the wealth of a world he and his fans created was one of a kind.

When we create and publish artwork, we cultivate a space to engage with it. Homestuck, despite its flaws, is accessible despite its vastness, and many of the media artefacts it put out resulted in fans who stumbled across them to engage with the overall canon. As artists, we are not legally obligated to dedicate our lives to one work, but it sure can lead to a lot of joy.

Bibliography

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Hussie, A. (2009). Homestuck Official | Webcomics by Andrew Hussie. [online] www.homestuck.com. Available at: https://www.homestuck.com/.

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Morrison, Z. and Cragg, S. (2014). Summerteen Romance. [Digital] Available at: http://hs.hiveswap.com/paradoxspace/index.php?comic=258 [Accessed 7 Nov. 2023].

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Veale, K. (2017). ‘Friendship isn’t an emotion fucknuts’: Manipulating affective materiality to shape the experience of Homestuck’s story. Convergence: The International Journal of Research into New Media Technologies, 25(5-6), pp.1027–1043. doi:https://doi.org/10.1177/1354856517714954.

Vékási, A. (2022). Comics and videogames: from hybrid medialities to transmedia expansions. Journal of Graphic Novels and Comics, pp.1–3. doi:https://doi.org/10.1080/21504857.2022.2094980.

[codehunter]

Using Flask-Mail to send Email through Gmail- socket.gaierr

I am building a simple contact page using Flask and Flask-Mail. I built the app following this tutorial - Add a contact page - and now when I try to send the message I receive the eror gaierror: [Errno -2] Name or service not known. I have been googling the error for a while and can't find any similar examples on line. I can't even figure out what name or service it can't find.

The traceback page will let me expand a row and execute some Python code. It provides a dump() function that will show me all the variables and can be called on objects to see their info if that will help.

routes.py :

from forms import ContactFormfrom flask.ext.mail import Message, Mailmail = Mail()app = Flask(__name__)app.secret_key = 'development key'app.config['MAIL_SERVER'] = 'smtp.google.com'app.config['MAIL_PORT'] = 465app.config['MAIL_USE_SSL'] = Trueapp.config['MAIL_USERNAME'] = 'email'app.config['MAIL_PASSWORD'] = 'password'mail.init_app(app)@app.route('/contact', methods=['GET', 'POST'])def contact(): form = ContactForm() if request.method == 'POST': if not form.validate():

the form:

from flask.ext.wtf import Form, validatorsfrom wtforms.fields import TextField, TextAreaField, SubmitFieldimport wtformsclass ContactForm(Form): name = TextField("Name", [wtforms.validators.Required('Please enter your name')]) email = TextField("Email", [wtforms.validators.Required('Please enter your email'), wtforms.validators.Email()]) subject = TextField("Subject", [wtforms.validators.Required('Please enter a subject')]) message = TextAreaField("Message", [wtforms.validators.Required('Please enter a message')]) submit = SubmitField("Send") flash('All fields are required.') return render_template('contact.html', form=form) else: msg = Message(form.subject.data, sender='imauld@gmail.com', recipients=['imauld@gmail.com']) msg.body = """From: %s <%s> %s""" % (form.name.data, form.email.data, form.message.data) mail.send(msg) return render_template('contact.html', success=True) elif request.method == 'GET': return render_template('contact.html', form=form)

the traceback:

File "/home/ian/PycharmProjects/flaskapp/lib/python2.7/site-packages/flask/app.py", line 1836, in __call__return self.wsgi_app(environ, start_response)File "/home/ian/PycharmProjects/flaskapp/lib/python2.7/site-packages/flask/app.py", line 1820, in wsgi_appresponse = self.make_response(self.handle_exception(e))File "/home/ian/PycharmProjects/flaskapp/lib/python2.7/site-packages/flask/app.py", line 1403, in handle_exceptionreraise(exc_type, exc_value, tb)File "/home/ian/PycharmProjects/flaskapp/lib/python2.7/site-packages/flask/app.py", line 1817, in wsgi_appresponse = self.full_dispatch_request()File "/home/ian/PycharmProjects/flaskapp/lib/python2.7/site-packages/flask/app.py", line 1477, in full_dispatch_requestrv = self.handle_user_exception(e)File "/home/ian/PycharmProjects/flaskapp/lib/python2.7/site-packages/flask/app.py", line 1381, in handle_user_exceptionreraise(exc_type, exc_value, tb)File "/home/ian/PycharmProjects/flaskapp/lib/python2.7/site-packages/flask/app.py", line 1475, in full_dispatch_requestrv = self.dispatch_request()File "/home/ian/PycharmProjects/flaskapp/lib/python2.7/site-packages/flask/app.py", line 1461, in dispatch_requestreturn self.view_functions[rule.endpoint](**req.view_args)File "/home/ian/PycharmProjects/flaskapp/app/routes.py", line 39, in contactmail.send(msg)File "/home/ian/PycharmProjects/flaskapp/lib/python2.7/site-packages/flask_mail.py", line 415, in sendwith self.connect() as connection:File "/home/ian/PycharmProjects/flaskapp/lib/python2.7/site-packages/flask_mail.py", line 123, in __enter__self.host = self.configure_host()File "/home/ian/PycharmProjects/flaskapp/lib/python2.7/site-packages/flask_mail.py", line 135, in configure_hosthost = smtplib.SMTP_SSL(self.mail.server, self.mail.port)File "/usr/lib/python2.7/smtplib.py", line 776, in __init__SMTP.__init__(self, host, port, local_hostname, timeout)File "/usr/lib/python2.7/smtplib.py", line 249, in __init__(code, msg) = self.connect(host, port)File "/usr/lib/python2.7/smtplib.py", line 309, in connectself.sock = self._get_socket(host, port, self.timeout)File "/usr/lib/python2.7/smtplib.py", line 781, in _get_socketnew_socket = socket.create_connection((host, port), timeout)File "/usr/lib/python2.7/socket.py", line 553, in create_connectionfor res in getaddrinfo(host, port, 0, SOCK_STREAM):gaierror: [Errno -2] Name or service not known

https://codehunter.cc/a/flask/using-flask-mail-to-send-email-through-gmail-socket-gaierr

[robyoon]

A Mirror With a Different Reflection

Uhh, sorry if this gets formatted weird. Tumblr is funky. Just gonna throw this here...

Warning for: Substance/Drug abuse, death, stuff like that!

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Today, I opened a time capsule. I put a letter in there every year starting from when I was 10. I still haven't opened the letters, but I'm interested to know what was on my mind at those ages. Part of me hopes it's different than now, but with the past I've had, I fear I'll be mistaken. It's almost as if I haven't aged at all. Taking the papers out of the box, it feels just like the day I buried them. 

Okay, well, I read the first one. I was wrong, but the answer is worse than anything I could've predicted. My letter wasn't some innocent, insincere letter. It was a warning. 10 year old me warned myself of who not to become. I don't know if I'm ready to read the rest. 

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Dear me, 

Hi! Helloooo. :) How old are you? I'm 10. My teacher says I'm smart. I'm very mature. Whatever that means. Ms. teacher telling me the words I spell wrong so you don't be confuse. I like drawing and writing and playing games with Daddy. Ms. teacher went away now so i can bee onest. i thinck i will have more speling erors though. Mommy used to be really nice. Do you rember? Mommy would play games with me and Daddy and then she said bye one day befor scool and now i only see mommy monday and tuesday. I went to therapi and ms lady said mommy was tired. i think it is the bottles mommy has every day after work. daddy always said not to do that like mommy, but then mommy would tell me not to smoke like daddy. i dont know what smoke is, but it sound bad. I will be very sad if you smoke like daddy and drink like mommy. they are very very mean. i dont want you to be very very mean too. ms lady thinks i am very mature for my age because i see these things about mommy and daddy, but they are very clear to me. Ms. teacher is back, so i have to go. 

From, 

you

-

Dear me, 

Hi, me. I turned 11 a few weeks ago. There's another letter in here, from when I was 10, but Mom said I can't read it. I think it's supposed to be a secret until I'm 18. Lots and lots have happened since i last wrote a letter. Dad has a new girlfriend. I think she's kind of weird. She has a kid that is a couple years younger than me. Her name is Alia. She is loud and talks too much. I don't like her, but I have to share a room with her. Something about funds. Mom moved to a new city, so now I only see her a couple times a month. I wish I lived with Mom, but Dad says she isn't fit to raise me. I think he's wrong. Mom is very nice sometimes. She just drinks a lot. And Dad thinks he's perfect, but he smokes a lot a lot a lot. Mom told me when i write this letter i should talk about myself, but there is not much to say. I am very normal. This year is quiet quiet quiet. I'm tired. Goodnight, me. 

From, 

you 

-

Dear me, 

12! Scary number. Letter 3. This year I wanted to compete in soccer, but mom and dad never woke up in time to take me to my games. plus, dad's girlfriend kind of hates me, so she refused to even consider helping out. I don't know what he sees in her. She's just a grouch. I see mom even less though. Only in the summer. I think this was Dad's plan to try to get her out of my life, but he swears he's only doing what's best for me. I think all the smoking and drinking changed him. He used to be smiley and nice, but now he just sits around all day with a sad face. Or he gets angry. Mom found a guy she likes. He seems kind of weird, but I'm happy she's happy. I just wish I could see her more. I miss my mom! I miss my parents being happy. Actually, I miss my parents in general. Future me, try not to be like them, okay? 

From, 

past you 

-

Dear me, 

12 + 1 = 13! I'm 13 now. This is letter #4. How many will there be? Anyways, everything is super super awesome! My mom said she is gonna fight for custody! She swears up and down she isn't drinking or doing anything bad just for me! Wow, I love my mom. She's so so amazing. My mom is the best best best mom ever! Dad has gotten very nice too! I got to start soccer and I have friends! Dad's girlfriend is finally warming up to me, too. Alia is as closed off as ever, but my stepmom says shes just having a hard time adjusting. I'll wait for her. Things are super amazing. Not too much to write about. But I do need to write more. Just by looking at this box, I know my other letters were small. So I'm going to tell you who I hope you'll be when you read this! I want you to be someone funny and super super nice. Do you have loads of friends and do a bunch of super amazing things! I know you will! Especially because I have such amazing grades and nice parents! Okay, writing is a lot harder than I thought. Maybe I have to be older to write super heartfelt things. See you next year! 

From, 

You in the Past

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Dear me, 

I'm 14. I wasn't going to write a letter this year. I think it might be my last. But this is letter #5. Shortly after I wrote the last letter, mom lost the court battle. She got sad after that. Like, really sad. When I saw her in the summer, she wasn't the same at all. She seemed... Vacant. I know she was trying really hard not to seem bummed that she lost, but I knew it was hurting her. I hate dad for doing this to her. if he had just let her win, she would be the happiest, best mom in the world. Mom fell back into bad habits. She started drinking again, and probably other worse stuff. I tried to tell her that she shouldn't, that she should try again, but she lashed out at me. That's when I realized it was hopeless. Listen, me in the future, don't do the things mom does. she needs it. dont start it. i dont want to need it. 

From, 

Past you 

-

Dear me, 

Mom died. Overdose. Dad's got cancer. Fuck this stupid letter shit. Want to learn something? Don't be like Mom and Dad. Don't fucking have kids, because when they turn 15, they'll want to kill themselves. 

From, 

you.

-

Dear me, 

16. Yay. Dad's terminal. We're trying to enjoy every last moment, but he can barely get out of bed. I visited Mom's grave the other day. Alia went with me. There isn't much to say, really. I'm too tired to keep writing.

From, 

you. 

-

Dear me,

Next year I'll be 18. I thought as I got older, the letters would get bigger. This is the second to last letter. Next year, I'll write one more letter. Then I'll read them all when I turn 25. There isn't much to say. Dad is winning the cancer battle. I think, I hope he will make it. At least until I turn 18. I want him to see his little girl all grown up. For Mom. 

From, 

you. 

-

Dear me, 

18. I turned 18 4 days ago. Dad died 5 days ago. He was one day away. Neither he nor my mother ever got to see me all grown up. They'll miss my graduation, too. My wedding. My first big job. My first house. My first car. Fuck alcohol. Fuck cigarettes. Fuck drugs. Fuck all of it. They're the reason why I lost my parents. The reason why Alia doesn't focus in school. The reason why I have to deal with so much fucking torment. Me in 7 years, please. Please don't become my parents. Don't ever pick up a drink. Don't do drugs. Don't smoke a cigarette. Be the one that learns. 

From,

you. 

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So. 25. Here I am, reading these letters in the darkness of my bedroom. I set down the paper with tears in my eyes. Who have I become? Why am I like this? I spent so long hoping for the exact opposite, and I can't even do that. Goddammit all. 

This is depressing. After reading those letters, I had to put out my cigarette. I took a look around my room. Nothing but trash, leftover dinner from last night, and glued-together beer cans in the shape of a pyramid. I'm so sorry. 

At least there's one promise I can keep. I'll never have kids. Never. I don't want to put myself or the child through that. I just wish I could be better. I think this is rock bottom. Isn't this depressing? I couldn't break the cycle, no matter how hard I tried. 

I am the person I hate the most.

[prestonmonterey]

its kind of interesting how like. different platforms n stuff have affected the way i type

cuz theres like internet slang and stuff obviously

but i think originally i started typing the most on google chat

and already i was sending strings of messages instead of big paragraphs

but i tended not to use a lot of punctuation

and used separate messages to divide my writing into chunks of ideas

i also tended not to use asterisks for actions because the formatting shortcuts would remove them and turn them into italics

and if i did want to use them instead of saying *explodes* which would turn into explodes

i would have to put spaces

* explodes *

and that looks pretty weird so i didnt do it often

then i started using discord and i began abbreviating my words even more

id type reall fast and make more erors cuz in bigger servers with more people you kinda have to get stuf out fast so no one interrupts ya

but also because i could go back and edit my messages

so if elt less presssure to get everything right the first time

in dms id put all of my thoughts in a single message, to make sure they understood i was done talking.. so i used more commas and periods to divide my text into readable sections. (and i used parenthesis for stuff that was less important)

i still didnt use asterisks cuz discord had similar shortcuts

when i moved to tumblr i joined hatchetblr and started rping

id use smaller text and strikethroughs for secrets and whispers and out of character information

i started using brackets for actions [explodes] and wrote more how i felt was natural to talk

with lots of ums and likes and ellipses...

on my main blog id leave long comments in the tags

but i had to divide them because there was a character limit

i was limited by commas seperating tags. so i started using periods more. even tho they

were supposed to signify long pauses. and not short ones.

when i chatted on google docs

i had to make a more conscious effort to not capitalize things, so i had to decide if that became another part of the way i type

it did.

i used line breaks more sparingly to keep the page count low. and stopped using italics for emphasis

i went back to using elipses, for actions and for emphasis

i still used parenthesis (but they didnt feel small enough any more)

so i changed font size more often. just for fun :3

aaa this is so long i forgot the point

oh also i started using emoticons somewhere along the way

and stole the not sideways ones from you ;w;

anyway i think theres a distinct way i type that could probably make it easy to figure out who i am

unless i just like

use emojis

thatd probably throw you off right 😝

ok ill stop now

i have the strange urge to just like

pretend to be a different anon or something and see if i can convince you im another person

but im like

not that mean

mostly tho i dont think i can like. get myself to change my typing style enough for it to be distinct but still natural, especially since i like. already accidentally send asks before im done typing them :P

i mean... i've really only gotten like two anons besides you ever (and the most asks i got from one was like. two... and i have no idea who it was...) so i don't know how convincing it would be! but it would be really funny to be honest and i guess if you like ever want to you should go for it haha

but also whenever i get an anon message i always kinda assume it's you! :) unless it's like obviously not you :PP

[tinymute]

Also Erorael

Anon or not, send me a muse’s name and I’ll reply with one gif that sums up my muse’s feeling about that character!

@trashpanda-rp

[extenler]

kak quick question, apa pendapatmu tentang posisi sele who loves her rex more then everything than turns out dia 'jahat' name it dia selingkuh, abusive, or else tapi dia ttp stay in the name of karma that her father did... give some advice to ppl, or maybe me? wkwkkwkwkwk

I'm a bit lost di bagian karma that her father did karena kalau kita ngomongin soal selena, her parents especially her dad (alhamdulillah) ga kenapa kenapa, tapi aku sedikit banyaknya paham sama org org yang milih buat stay sama pacarnya padahal udah tau kalau pacarnya itu abusive dengan alasan sayang dan lain sebagainya. Karena percaya apa engga, seorang abuser itu rata rata awalnya pasti bersikap seolah mereka itu 'protectors' and they tend to give their partner the feeling kalau kita tuh bakalan aman sama mereka, and yes ofc we feel secure whenever they around us gitu kan, but the truth is, they treated us like that because in their head they think that us is a property they owned, dan kalau kita ngga jadi ataupun lakuin yang mereka mau, they'll simply hit us cause they fell frustrated. Ibaratnya kayak, oh hape gue eror nih, ya refleks kita pasti ngetok ngetok hp nya ya gak? Gampangnya gitu analogiinnya. And that is how abuser see people. Tapi aku gak bilang kalau semua cowok yang 'protectors' itu abuser atau bakalan ngelakuin hal hal tersebut ya. Ini kita karena lagi ngobrolin soal abuser and this is my opinion about them gitu, everyone can correct me if i'm wrong.

And abusers tend to apologize after they 'did' terrible things to us. That's not because they felt sorry about what they did. That's because they're afraid they might lose us and look like losers. And they're scared that we would talk to anyone about what exactly happened in the relationship.

Terus kalau udah dimaafin, pasti patternnya bakalan berulang lagi karena memang pola pikir mereka rata rata seperti itu. Dan untuk pasangannya yang masih aja stay meskipun udah tau kalau dia terus terusan diperlakuin seperti itu, sebenernya ada banget penjelasan ilmiahnya yang berhubungan sama hormon dan lain lain gitu. Kayak secara tidak langsung hal itu mempengaruhi kenapa sih si pasangannya ini masih stay di hubungan toxic itu.

But the thing is, for everyone who survived that kind of relationship, just because you feel in love with that person, it doesn't mean that you really love them and the relationship is right. And also doesn't mean the feeling will stay there forever. The fact that you still feel love to somebody doesn't mean that you should be with them. It just means that it takes time to get rid of.

Balik lagi ke soal selena, makanya waktu dia putus sama rex dan udah bisa lepas dari rex, dia langsung sadar ya kalau emang perasaan dia buat rex walaupun nyata dan valid, itu semua tuh gak bener gitu.

Aku gak punya spesifik saran apa pun buat orang orang yang lagi ngejalanin hubungan semacam ini, karena balik lagi itu semua mereka yang jalanin. But you just need to do what you need to do to stay safe.

And please, do correct me if my opinions are wrong yaaa, I really love to learn about this. To know and understand people better juga tentunyaaaa.

[zee-writes-and-draws]

Kuroki Training Lihito Hcs

- He meant what he had said about not wanting students initially. He's not a very social person and another term for 'student' is 'someone weaker than you who you have to take care of'.

- He forgot that Lihito is decently strong on his own.

- The talking is a bit annoying at first, but Lihito is remarkably willing to adjust conversation pattern to the other person. He can banter with Kaneda, coax Ohma into conversations, and he's a pretty good silence filler. Kuroki can't help admitting that it's pretty relaxing after a while.

- Lihito is also pretty good at extrapolating information from watching and then trial/erorring his way through. After the initial arrival in America, it takes three months for Lihito to have to ask for help. Kuroki decided that he should test what else he learned in that time. He'd self-taught himself roughly 90% of what he'd seen, with no guidance.

- Kuroki privately resolves to hone Lihito's skills after that point because clearly the kid has proven himself.

- Lihito has a lot of baggage attached to his real name, and that's part of why he hates when people use it instead of his nickname. Kuroki makes a point to add Lihito's name at the end of any praise he earns to counter some of that baggage.

- It's still not great, but Kuroki and Ohma are the only two people that Lihito won't get mad at for using his real name (the Ohma thing is because the first thing Ohma said after finding out the name is 'that's a cool name, why'd you change it?' and I think that would stick with Lihito for a really long time).

- The few long-time friends/acquaintances Kuroki has all make constant jokes about him adopting this new loud and overenthusiastic child.

- Lihito makes it a point to catch up with the rest of the four idiots at least once a week. If he's had a rough time he tends to get more depressed and will sometimes forget, so Kuroki reminds him.

- Not a lot of moral qualms. They're both very okay with murder providing it isn't sadistic killing sprees.

- One-hundred percent they've called Adam to get food recs and find out the basic layout of Texas. It's also a nice way to talk to Cosmo again.

- Lihito almost always eats extra food if not stopped but if there's not a lot left and there's still time to go before they resupply, he won't touch it. Kuroki used to put it down to either stupidity or youth, but after a week of actually training together he realizes that a) Lihito has a much higher metabolism than average due to how much energy he burns even when not actively training/fighting and that b) it's a habit from a hunger-filled childhood and a subconscious way of making sure that Kuroki gets to eat.

- After that conclusion, Kuroki stops complaining about it and sometimes buys extra bagels so Lihito doesn't feel the need to skip meals.

- Lihito tries to find as many good/so-bad-they're-good jokes as he can and then tells them to Kuroki. If they don't meet the bar, Lihito gets extra mediation (he hates mediating so much). If it's a success, he writes it down and is on cloud nine for the rest of the day.

- Neither of them keep in contact with their biological family. Kuroki hasn't got very many relatives and Lihito has spent most of his life trying to erase them completely. They see the people they've bonded with in combat as their real family

[sardix]

also something i feal that should be disgoust that this isn't the first time sun is pushed emotionaly to the point when he finally breaks and does something so bad that only then his family reacted.

Hilariously both were kinda coused by eclipse, the first being him leaving suns head which made sun not have any way to push his all dark thougts and anger into eclipse and had to deal with them. Which led to them building up, until he snapped and killed bloodmoon.

And then moon trapped sun and we all know how the rest of the story went.

Now becouse of eclipses return sun started drinking(i am not a 100% sure since that is where my knowledge gap is so if i'm wrong please someone corect me when exacly) and He is gething worse and worse with time just like he did back in the day. And he will get worse until he will snap again which is when his family will react.

And you may ask why?

It's simple, really we have seen how often the show plays like a loop. I's not 1 to 1 but specific events repeat.

Like:eclipse deing, a brother dies and first sun(moons death) then moon(solars death) had to deal with that pain (honesly suprised that out of both of them moon was the one to have a breakdown... wait.... ooooooohhhhh riiiight i forgot that, eclipse got the star then and sun simply didn't have time to proparly grief since he had to protect earth and new moon and be took that as prioriti, shuting and buring his emotions deap. in the end he never proparly griefed moon and his pain just changed into anger towards others...) and etc.

So I feal like if moon had an EPIC BREAKDOWN(i'm sorry but I just can't take them sirusly if they title a breakdown being EPIC) then sun will have an EXTREMLY EPIC BREAKDOWN

(Oh and if i have any gramrical erors corect me)

I'm scared that the longer Sun's alcohol problem will be ignored the more reckless he'll act and it'll eventually lead to a drama..

"What reckless things he did?" You probably ask yourself now.

After he started drinking alcohol he became more aggressive when angry, he was flirting with Foxy when he seemed weirded out whenever ship was mentioned before, he gave Dazzle 5 boxes of Dum Dums (the smallest box that I found had 120 lollipops which is 780g of candy 😭 and he gave Dazzle 5 boxes which is 3,9 kg of candy.. 🫠) and he stole sushi for 100$.. it's a lot of money.. this restaurant lost close to 15 500 yen.. you can for yourself how much this amount is valuable but it's a lot..

So you can see that Sun acts more and more recklessly.. I'm betting that Moon's mental breakdown happened later then Sun teaching Dazzle because we know that Sun took care of Moon afterwards.. or that's what I think.. Sometimes it's really hard to tell when it comes to the timeline of events in these shows..

Anyway even if this may not seem as a big deal for you.. it may become a big problem sooner or later..

I'm afraid that Sun will do either something really dangerous or stupid and the drama will ensue..

He already broke a law because he stole something..

I'm slightly disappointed (I can't find better word) with Earth because while surprised at first that Sun wanted to give Dazzle 5 boxes of Dum Dums she let him do this eventually..

It doesn't matter that Dazzle is huge.. I think that no one should it almost 4 kg of candy.. 😕 (if human ate this amount of candy in one sitting they'd risk having cardiac problems which can end up with death)

Like I said in one of my posts I think that Earth ignores signs that Sun has some serious issues because she feels safe around her older brother and doesn't want to disrupt this. Even if it's understandable that she wants to rely on her older brother I think that she knows better than that and should at least recommend Sun going to a different therapist..

I like Earth and I'm sure that she wants to have some peace in her life after all these traumatic events that happened. Even if she was sharing most of her problems with Solar it's easy to see that she views Sun as a safe person, a safe place she can rest in..

The first person she went to after Lunar killed Eclipse was Sun. I bet that she feels comforted by the fact that Sun is the oldest and despite that he went through a lot he's still the same caring person. She views Sun as someone who is smart especially in regard to social and emotional matters..

Around Sun she lets herself act like a younger sister she is. She feels safe and lets herself act silly knowing that her older brother is right there for her..

That's why she can't be Sun's therapist. Because even if she cares about Sun deeply she favorizes their sibling relationship more than therapist - patient relation. It's because it's a conflict of interests. Sun is Earth's older brother so she seeks comfort in him so when he comes for therapy from her it completely switches their places, it flips their relationship totally..

Even if she tries her best to distance herself from being Sun's younger sister during therapy sessions it's impossible to completely eradicate the way she views him. Also it's way harder for Sun to open up to her because she's his younger sister - someone he takes care of, not the other way around..

So now when Earth is physically distanced from Sun due to him living in completely separated area from her and he's seemingly doing better - he seems more relaxed (due to alcohol intake), she ignores any signs that Sun has some serious issues because he's her older brother and she feels safe around him so naturally she doesn't want to disrupt it..

"He seems so happy. The happiest I've ever seen him. If he had a problem, he'd definitely tell me about it." - I can imagine that's what Earth is thinking to herself.

It's completely fine because it's normal that she wants her older brother to feel better.. but it's not okay that she tries to give him therapy when she clearly isn't suited to help him due to conflict of interests..