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You know what's funny is I've warned against some of the shit this site shills as OK. It was so enraging like 6 or 7 years ago when I posted something like "yeah never leaving someone alone after they fuck up is probably bad actually" and got called... IDK the word at the time, but something like an apologist.
And again, I'm gonna point this out: Seeing everything in black and white with no greys in the middle IS THE PROBLEM. Not just "A" problem, but THE problem among leftists.
I'm gonna go ahead and use Arin Hanson as an example again, because there's drama about him on Twitter again, but people still want to "remind" his fans about the stupid shit he did in his life ten or more years ago. You don't have to do that, I fucking promise. You don't. You don't have to like him or be his biggest stan if you don't want to, but CHRIST. Shut the fuck up. You HAVE to give people room to change and grow, or what is this all for?
"But what if ______ said something racist?"
Are they actively doing it now? Are they doing racist things? Are they causing harm? No? Then SHUT UP. You don't have to tell everyone who posts about _______ that they said something stupid 10 years ago.
I also follow someone on Twitter who fucked up in a huge way and JUST posted some racist shit. It was unintentional and came from a place of severe misinformation, and he apologized as soon as he realized he fucked up and even RT'd the people who corrected him, but there are STILL PEOPLE commenting on his posts with "are you going to address this" and... just fucking SHUT UP. There is a really clear line between holding someone accountable and harassment. You HAVE to learn to tell the difference.
And I can't believe I have to say this because someone will misconstrue this, but holding people accountable is good. It is. I get it. You want to point things out and demand better. That is good for society. But if you see people have already pointed it out by the dozens, or sometimes hundreds, you can just... not support that person.
There's this thing on the internet where if you don't explicitly state that you DON'T support something, then you MUST support it. And those people also need to shut the fuck up. Sometimes it's the dogpiling that pushes people away from reflection, especially when there are also a ton of comments that say things like "don't listen to them. If you ever need to talk, I'm here."
Who do you think that person is going to for help? The person calling them horrible, or the person offering them comfort?
I fully expect to get asshole asks like "oh so you support racism" and here's a pre-emptive "fuck you" for deliberately misinterpreting what I'm saying. Unfollow and block me rather than sending me dipshit asks.
I'm done with all of you.
I'm especially done with the pissants who saw me say "Kamala Harris is probably better for the country than Donald Trump" and sent me asks saying I was a fucking genocide apologist. You see what your bullshit got you? Fuck you. Now we have someone who'll not only support the Palestinian genocide, but will likely do other terrible shit, as well. And even though Palestinians begged you to vote for Kamala Harris, you just had to virtue signal to the world that you were just so gosh darn progressive.
I am saying this all from the bottom of my heart. Stop pushing people away. Stop seeking perfection in every person on the internet. You will NEVER find it, and not only will you spend your life angry, but you'll spend your life fucking things up for everyone else.
posts about the alt-right pipeline being compassionate towards young men while radical leftists shun and shame them are not fucking saying "the men are becoming violent because feminists are too mean!" and if that is your takeaway you need to get off tumblr until you've better honed your critical thinking skills.
those posts are talking about how effective the language and approach you take in your activism can be. this is literally cult deprogramming 101. if someone is being taken in by a violent or dangerous group, that violent or dangerous group is usually offering them compassion and solace while working hard to convince them everyone else in the world is their enemy. you are under no obligation to coddle or act compassionate toward these men and their violent ideologies, but if you have the means to try, it is something that you can do to make a tangible difference.
radicalized people are often only one loving friend or family member or external voice away from being de-radicalized. of course that is not always the case, but it very often is. a lot of y'all rightfully understand that you do not carry the burden of being that voice, but a lot of y'all also have a lot of internalized ideas about morals and punitive justice and have simply written off these people as deserving of only the worst and not worth saving.
ten years ago, my grandmother was a fox news watching republican who voted red in every election and very well could have fallen down the qanon rabbit hole if not for me and her daughter challenging her compassionately, walking her through hypotheticals that validated her feelings & proving why they were false, & being patient with her despite our extreme division in political ideology. it was frustrating fucking work! but i decided i wanted to do it, because i could see the horizon and i could see me making a difference!
"misogynists have been saying feminists are too mean for years, get new material" that is not the fucking POINT. the point is that you, feminist, can be the compassionate voice that guides your brother, your father, your cousin, your grandfather away from fucking becoming or staying a nazi. you can show them compassion and companionship. you can be the woman they think of when their alt-right bros try to convince them that women are the enemy. and you can choose to crystallize that image of yourself so wholly in their mind's eye as worth protecting that they may very well choose to reject those harmful ideas.
it's not saying you HAVE to do it! it's saying you CAN do it! don't you 'firebomb a walmart' people all love taking change into your own hands? where the fuck is that energy right now, huh?
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“options.”
sum. he likes to play games with you, acting like he big dog, but you can play with him too. trueform! sukuna, fighting to smut, fluff at the end, spitting, deep mating press, (somewhat.)
“whats with the face, woman?” the ancient monster only asks because you aren’t entertaining him, you aren’t throwing tantrums about him not giving you attention. “youre quiet.”
“im not going to feed into your bullshit today.” you snark back, your arms limp and fingers padding away at your phone and he quirks an eyebrow up. “im not fucking stupid, ryomen.”
ryomen?
he nodded his head slow, chuckling to lean back and rub his chin. “do you know who yer’ talkin’ to?” he asks, you must have forgotten, had to be. the fuck was your problem? youve always been an obedient pet, sometimes having your days where he can somewhat understand and help you calm your nerves. was it that time again? no, he wouldve smelled it, if not— he wouldve tasted it. “talk.”
“you keep playing with me, always saying how im your favorite mortal,’ yet, you sneak off to other women when youre done with me.” you bring up, but it didnt hurt when you said that. thats what this was about? his harem?
“because i can.” he leans up and closer to you. “because i can do what the fuck i want to, thats what happens when youre a demon— let alone, king.” he reminds, you tend to forget your place when it came to him.
“you do that, then.” you chuckle, you were sick and fucking tired. “but when i find a man who i dont have to worry about ditchin��� me for other women, dont be angry.”
“thats okay, because you wont see another man.” hes starting to get pissed, because youre over-fucking-stepping. how dare you think you can seek out other men? when you had a demon who can give way more than what a mortal man cannot.
why was he even angry about that thought?
“so its okay for you to lie in my face and say im your favorite, but you seek other women? make it make the fuck sense.” because he wasnt making sense. you couldnt put that together, youre his favorite but he ended the night with other people to get him off. was your offerance not enough?
“lie?”he scoffs, grabbing you by your jaw and pulling you close. “no one has deceived you.” he makes his tone deep, eyes staring into yours snd he has a snarl to his lip.
“prove it, you goddamn liar.” you spit in his face, watching his blink slow and hard as he takes a deep breath in. “do something, i fucking dare you.” you growl, watching your fluids drip down his cheek.
he had to be more pissed at the fact you called him a liar than the actual truth, the truth of the matter being he does sleep around, (and excuses it by saying hes the king, so he can) and he hated that you labeled him as such.
his legs slammed against the back of yours, yeah he was furious— his second row of arms holding your hips down and one hand holding your wrists down together. “got really smart with your mouth, brat. thats not good.” he clicks his tongue, his only free hand smacking your cheek. “youve lost your goddamn mind, woman— did you think id let you get away with calling me a deceiver?”
“fuck you.” you moan out, this was pathetic. but who could blame you? imagine having a giant ancient demon drill his cock into you, while you feel the other one growing harder, and having him focus on you.
“think im a liar, mm?” he asks, his face getting closer to yours and he shakes his head in disbelief. “you want me to stop having others serve me the way you do? mm?” he asks so sweet, it shouldn’t be allowed for him to sound this way.. not with him being a dick and drilling his first dick inside. “cmon, little one— answer. say what you want.” you muster up the strength to speak, only for him to knock it down and him to pitifully laugh down to you. “oh, poor baby.. can you not speak? is it too much?” he asks, slowing his hips and slowly pulling away.
“no, its not—“ you try to say, but he spits in your face, and you knew that he was trying to prove a point.
“see how that feels, nasty thing?” he asks, taking his thumb and smearing it against your face. “say what you want, woman.”
“want you to stick with me only—“ you finally get it out, cut off with a moan only for him to coo at you. your hands pat at his chest, or so you thought.. since his belly mouth opens and licks at your palm.
“that what you want, pet? for me to only have you serve me the way you do?” he asked, watching your head nod and he smirks. “and what makes you think you get that privilege?” he wasn’t fucking serious, whats with all these fucking questions?
“because—“ you moan after, how the fuck long was this going to go, man? “because i can take all of you, thats why.” you let him know that, and now hes intrigued.
he laughs a little, licking his canines and grinding his tip deeper. “thats all you had to say, pretty one.” he blurts, his hold on your wrists become different, his hand holding yours. “takin’ it so good, think you can handle another?” you nod, him slowing just a little and pressing the second cock’s tip up to your slit. “you wanna try again?” he makes sure you know what youre saying..
because no mortal woman have ever taken him before..
until he learns the hard, satisfying truth about how you can stretch really well when you’re attracted to someone. the second cock slips in, your teeth grit and a slight stretch can be sometimes uncomfortable. his eyes blow wide, his mouth opening slightly in a gaze. “oh?” he says in a marveled voice. “fuck, hell yeah!” he laughs in a boisterous voice, spitting on your folds for lubrication and thrusting his cocks inside your cunt. “my absolute favorite mortal, for sure. ill eat my own words.” you nod, looking up to the ancient monster that fucks itself into your walls and feel it in your throat. your eyes roll back, him lightly smacking your cheek and forcing you to look up to him. “take all of it, take all of this king cocks.”
—
“you dyin’ on me?” he asks, him leaning back on the bed as you pull your panties up. “no, no, stay the way you are.”
“not dyin’.” you say monotone, pulling them off and feeling his eyes.
“youre still doubting my loyalty to you, are you?” he asks gruff. he scoffs, beckoning his fingers to you. “come.” come you did, literally and sexually only five minutes ago. “why do you doubt?”
“you never said youd stop, but.. should i have a reason to believe you?” you asked, looking up to him and he feels a pang.
why did they way you look at him hurt?
“i did. you just are too naive to see.” he pulls you until him, hearing your yelp and holding you close.
“you didnt though, you never said ‘ill stop whoring myself around,’ or however you want to say it.” you suggest that he calls himself a whore? him? no, he wouldn’t suffice to that.
“the moment you were able to get two of my cocks inside of you, i decided that.” he pointed out what he thought was obvious, but that only occurs in his mind. “and… i suppose when you spat in my face and i didnt decide to eat you.” he sighs, the side of his face staring down at you. “so be proud of that, youre my favorite.”
the feeling of hurt and betrayal leave you, knowing one thing was for sure.
you were his favorite, and he was yours.
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Yandere Headcannons
Ft: Childe, Cyno, Kinich, Sethos, Wriothesley
Trigger warnings: Fem!reader, Stalking, Noncon, Breeding, Blood, Somnophilia, Abuse of power, Bondage, Corruption, Degradation, Male Manipulation, Slave kink, Oral fixation (m!receiving), Prey kink
Childe
FREAK! FREAK FREAK!
He stalks you for hours on end, days even.
Leaving the store in your cute adventurers’ outfit it drives him crazy. Those ribbons around her thighs make his mind spin.
When a sneznayian merchant comes to make a trade deal he’s pissed when the man calls you beautiful and implying you’d make a good wife! He knows you will but you’ll be HIS WIFE!
He thinks of how clueless you are when people start going missing and how members of the fatui don’t bother you anymore.
He especially thinks when you leave your bedroom window open. Far too many nights has he climbed inside and curled up to you.
You only bury your face in your pillow when he buries himself deep inside of you. He’s careful to go slow and stretch you just enough for him to do this every night. His fingers abusing your clit as you writhe in a deep sleep.
Tsarita forbid you moan another man’s name while he takes you. He’d have to spend the next night getting rid of them — and that pissed him off.
So when you have an eventful meeting with the head of Northland Bank, and you're forced to walk home with damp panties from the man’s constant teasing...
He’s quite quick to follow you home after expelling anger on an innocent mililithe guard. He didn’t care that blood stained his clothes or his hands. He wasn’t going to let that bitch banker take you from him. You’re his prize, and he had spent to many nights cumming in his hand to spare you from getting pregnant.
Not tonight.
He knocked. How polite. So, when you open the door to a deranged Childe covered in blood, your first thought is: he must be hurt!
“Childe? A-are you okay? Do you need me to help you?”
His eyes train on yours before walking in, forcing you back into the apartment before he wrapped a hand around your neck with a voice almost deadly, “You stupid slut, I’ve been so good not cumming in you! I haven’t hurt you either. Yet you let that bastard touch you!”
“Huh— I—ack I don’t—“
He walks you to your bedroom before shoving you against the wall, pushing up your night gown, “You’re mine, I’m going to make sure of that. I’ll make sure my sweet girl doesn’t get used by bad men.” He purrs in your ear before biting your shoulder.
Cyno
As the General Mahamatra you’d expect him to never do anything so terrible, especially not to the woman he loves.
Well, um, fuck the police!!
You were simply a student at the Akademyia, working hard on your studies. You never did anything wrong. So when The General enters your house one night, under the pretense of hearing you were studying forbidden knowledge, he took count of how you only slept in a tiny pair shorts and a sheer baby doll dress.
Your teary eyes and breasts made his head fog. He knew you were innocent the minute you threw yourself at his feet, begging for him to realize it was a misunderstanding.
“Please sir, you have to understand! I’m just studying King Destraht and the disappearance of dreams. I promise I didn’t do anything wrong! Please believe me.”
“If that’s the case you should become a dream keeper and stop wasting our time with nonsense.” He gripped your hair, making you look in his eyes as he shamelessly soaked up the sight of your breasts and tears. A sick smirk on his face as he lets you go roughly.
That’s when he started watching you. How you ran around Sumeru city, books to your chest. He wondered how much he could get away with.
It started simple. Like how you would you help him with task. Then he started questioning: would you follow him? Would you change your outfit if he said it wasn’t his standard? He found your innocence a major turn on.
He often called you naive and sweet, always ending it with, “If somebody hurts you tell me and I’ll handle it.”
So you’re walking back to the desert late at night. He stalked you into the ruins of the temple.
He quickly blows out the torch leaving you in the dark, and he takes no time before pinning you to the ground. Your eyes can’t see anything, especially not as well as his.
He pushes up your skirt and pulls off your panties as he kisses your neck. You crying and trying to fight was so cute, before he started to finger you slowly. Your first time being taken in a dirty temple by a man you couldn’t see! Oh, it stung his heart to see you so scared.
But he didn’t stop, making sure to take his time with you. He wanted you so confused as to why your pussy was craving this. He was suddenly training you for his size as he gets rougher. He feels you cum several times before his stamina depletes. He himself cumming inside you three times, pumping it in and out, until your pussy was dripping, a frothy mess from his cum and yours.
He left you there, but waited from afar as you went home crying, cum dripping down your leg as he had stolen your panties.
He waited for you to tell him, and his prayer came a month later when you came to him crying on a rainy night.
“Can I- can I stay with you please? Someone — a month ago — someone they- they forced themselves on me. I was so scared.” You cry.
“Sure thing, come tell me what happened. In detail so I can help you.” He picks you up and makes you straddle him on his couch.
As you tell him the story, he begins getting hard. Grinding you suddenly on his cock, burying his nose in your neck.
“C-Cyno? What are you doing?” You whimper as he kisses your neck.
“Shhh let me make it better.”
“Wait, Cyno.” You shake your head as he pins you to the couch.
It isn’t until he’s inside, and you're crying, does it click that it was him. You sob, but the way your cunt squeezes him, he knows you're bound to forgive him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
You'll forgive him because you're just so nice.
Kinich
Kinich is such a good boyfriend.
There’s truly nothing to complain about. He kisses you as much as he can and he loves you unconditionally. His family was terrible and he swore to never be like his father. So, each night he cradles you and tells you how much he loves you.
It was a normal day as you help around the Scions of the Canopy. Before heading home to make sure Kinich has something nice for dinner after the night's war.
When the door opens, his arms quickly find your waist. He reaches under your shirt and grips your breast as he kisses your neck leaving harsh bruises trailing down your throat.
“K-Kinich… are you okay?” Your voice shakes and shivers at his rough touch.
“Hehehe, You’re such a slut. Look at you shivering just from my touch.” A familiar voice made you glance back.
It’s Kinich's body however his hair was yellow and green; his eyes were more like emeralds than topaz. He has horns and a tail.
Ajaw
“I’m so tired of him fucking you like a princess. You’re nothing but a fatui slut. So you’ll be my pretty slave. Right? Wouldn’t want to lose Kinich’s soul forever, would we?” He taunts pushing your legs apart.
“Wait-I.” you whimper as he grinds on your ass.
“Are you denying me?! The great K'uhul Ajaw,” He pulls you away from the table, and throws you to the floor, before pulling you up to your knees pulling out his cock, pushing the sweaty member to your face.
“Go on suck, slut. If you do well at pleasing me, I won’t hurt you.” He laughs pushing his tip past your lips and forcing you to deep throat him.
Deep, spastic thrusts, nothing like your loving boyfriend who let you go at your own pace and was ever so kind. He fucked your throat like it was the last high he’d ever achieve.
When he cums he’s thoughtful enough to force you to swallow half. Pulling out and jerking the last few ribbons all over your face and tongue.
He drops down and kisses you, claws shredding your clothes from your skin as he forces you on your back. Threatening to make you fall in love with his cock so that you’ll beg for his cock instead of Kinich.
He puts your legs over his arms and fucks into you, immediately bottoming out, coaxing embarrassing squishing sounds, making you tear up as he laughs.
“Fatui slut, look at you so wet for the great Ajaw! Stop pretending you’re a good girl, you like being pinned down and fucked like my prey.” He laughs and mocks.
“No-no I’m a good girl. Please, I’m a good girl, Kinich please.” You moan, fucked a little too stupid.
“Stupid slut! My stupid human slut. I’m going to breed you stupid, we have all night til the resurrection, I’m going to break you.” He growls.
Sethos
Lucky girl. That’s what you are a lucky girl.
He watches as you walk around Sumeru. His eyes trained on you like a moth to a flame. He’s so quick to get in your way and help you.
“Hi! I was wondering do you need help?" he asks.
You appear to be from the city a bit turned around in the desert.
“I’m sorry, I’m trying to get to the jungle. I’ve been traveling from Natlan and I can’t seem to find the best way to the city?” You sigh.
“Well let me be your guide.” He offers his hand and starts the walk to the City.
He didn’t leave your side. Not when you had to find your mother. Not even when you were heartbroken to find out your mother was no longer in Sumeru. He even started leading you back to Natlan all for no charge.
He sat beside you on the cool morning in the desert sand. The both of you staring at Natlan in the distance.
“Hey? I mean I know you didn’t find your family but if you want you can um… stay with me?” He offers.
“Haha, don’t worry I have people waiting for me back in Natlan.” You smile sweetly at him.
“Oh yeah? Friends?” He scoots closer to you.
“Yeah, and a boyfriend. He was supposed to come with me, but he was busy with work.” You explain as his smile falls.
Cut to an hour later, him pushing your face into the wall of some ruins as he snapps his hips, making you cum and shiver. Your pretty eyes filling with tears as he grits his teeth, pulling out only to pick you up.
His hand firm on your throat as he pulls you back down on his fat cock, “You’re so lucky I saved you. Mmm baby don’t cry, you’re. So. Fucking. Uh-Lucky! I’m going to fucking keep you. Don’t worry I’ll give you a nice big family.”
Wriothesley
OH THE DUKE
When he caught you walking around with the hearth children, his heart almost exploded, gazing attentively as he watched you care for the kids.
He figured he could handle seeing you occasionally, but when he learned from Lyney that you left for Sneznaya often, it pissed him off.
He thought of ways to keep you but each time, he missed mark. He tried talking but it was taking long. He was an awkward guy after all, what would girl like youvwant with him?
Thats when there was an opening. Unwanted Fatui actives opened way to a court case. And you were brought to the fortress for questioning. The sight of you in hand cuffs makes his stomach sink and flip.
He can't help but watch you squirm and glare at him. He kows you would hate him if he tried anything, but you keep making it so hard.
“I’ll let you out, but only if you agree to my terms.” He orders, narrowing his eyes at you.
“What do you want! I told you I haven’t seen anything.”
“Due to your individual crimes, as well as your part in Fatui matters, you’ll stay here under my watch. When you prove to be a model citizen, I’ll let you free.”
“You want to monitor me?!”
He nodds and watches as you shake your head in a silent agreement, expecting to be out in days.
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Now, almost a year later he's splitting you on his cock for the 4th time today. His cute little office slut, forced to drip his cum whenever he decides.
He revels in your muffled moans from the muzzle he keeps you confined to. Your hands bound in hand cuffs whilst fucks into you sporadically.
When he’s done he pulls out and takes off the muzzle, “Do you want to go back on the surface?”
You merely shake your head, leading him to bury himself within your cunt again. He allows you to sit on his lap as he does paperwork.
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hey buds I'm up shit's creek with a paper overdue and work early in the morning so here. if this sees the light of day
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To be loved is to be seen.
Sentiments scrawled into poetry books he'd read on occasion (just to get the hype of them, mostly. Keigo's mind isn't patient enough to decipher poetry to the extent they deserve) that compound that over and over and over. Seeing is love. Knowing is love.
But to know Keigo Takami is to know far too much. And none of it's good.
Enter you. Exhilarating, earth-shattering you, and suddenly someone sees him. It took you, oh, two dates to begin picking him apart. An intimate little experiment beginning the moment you invited him over after another successful date night (Keigo's too much of a gentleman to say 'no', after all. Especially when you give him that look) and every day since you've surprised him with how observant you are.
"Here! I stopped at a cafe on the way here. Extra sugar and a bit of vanilla syrup? Makes it a little more sweet," you said nonchalantly in his office one day, a popular stop for you on the way to your own job and it takes Keigo's entire energy not to leave you with him. More than that, though, he's stunned.
Did he ever mention his caffeine tastes to you?
"Oh, hey, I was thinking tonight we could watch that horror movie you talked about! You know, the one with all the bad special effects? I think it's, like, three bucks online to rent!" You offered to him as you two lounged on your couch late one night and Keigo again reels. Did he once mention he was into bad horror films? Did he?!
Mind reading wasn't your quirk, last he thought. Maybe lucky guessing is.
But it wasn't until one night that the sentiment of those stupid poems hit him in full force. Another long day of playing double-agent left him spent. Exhausted. He had been forced to turn the other way during an emergency, one that ended in a number of injuries and, to add to the nausea already building in his throat, two fatalities.
The HPSC president tried and failed to comfort him ("Your current duties are to be your priority. Those people were just in the wrong place at the wrong time") and when he arrived at your apartment for another date, he tried to put on the routine. A doting boyfriend whose eyes shined brightly, hands moved gently, and never left you dissatisfied in any sense.
Except, you seemed to read through him.
"Come here." You said, watching him walk further into the room after leaving his coat and shoes by your door. You held your hand out to him, a siren call towards you, and he was powerless to withstand it even if he wanted to.
He grabbed your hand, preparing to pull you up into his arms until your lips gently pressed against his knuckles. He never knew what books meant when they said 'their breathing hitched', but here Keigo's throat clogged.
You opened your eyes to look up at him, lips still brushing against his knuckles as you spoke. "Bad day, huh?
Mind reading quirk. Had to be. "Long day, sweetheart."
You kissed his hand again, spreading open his fingers to trace your lips down to his palm, kissing the warm spot softly. "A bad long day, then."
He only hummed in response, studying you. Trying to find out where you had found a crack on him that you saw how shitty he felt. How shitty today had been.
You didn't ask him what happened, and he's grateful. You know better. It shouldn't be this way (he should be honest with you), but you're patient. Kind. You pulled him to lay on top of you on the couch and Keigo ignored every alarm in his head just to give in to you. To let you guide his head to rest on your chest as his wings puffed out, creating a perfect crimson blanket for the both of you.
He's exhausted. Spent. Drained. But you already knew that. You must have.
You've seen him this whole time, and while that strikes newfound fears into him, it's also almost nice. It meant less talking for him, more deep understanding of how he is and how you are and how this situationship-dare he say relationship-would work.
Maybe seeing Keigo Takami isn't necessarily a bad thing. At least, not yet.
And for now, he'll take that.
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Sunshine
Chapter 3
Description: where the hell did this motivation come from?! Anyway. Ray gets some background added here, also soon to be reunited with some old friends, if you can call them that, of hers. Hint: they’re Mexican…
You shouldn’t have hesitated. Should have marched straight on out while you still had the chance. But he had called you by your name. It still catches you off guard. You much prefer to be detached from people, you like the unfamiliarity of Ray, or better yet, sergeant, soldier, or whatever the hell your higher ups wanted to call you.
“Please, y/n, wait..” he tries again. You close your eyes at the sound of your name, once again, caught off guard. “Let me explain.. please..”
“Don’t start begging, Garrick” you murmur, not turning around, scared that if you make eye contact with him, he might sway you.
“Give us a chance. C’mon. For old time’s sake, huh? We were always a good team, me and you.. once you get to know the oth”—
“Stop right there. Don’t go any further” you warn, still not facing him, but holding up a hand in a signal to halt his rambling.
“You left, moved on to bigger and better things.. I get that, Gaz, I do, and well done for that.. but I was left in the dirt, remember? Called in to help provide extra support for your op. My entire unit was wiped from existence within hours. And you expect me to come skipping back into the fray, with a team of strangers, might I add, who already have prior reason not to trust me, and expect me to put my neck on the chopping board..?”
Kyle looks taken aback by your outburst, gulping slightly. “No.. no, it’s not like that.. and, I’m not a stranger, am I?” he says with a hopeful smile.
“Aren’t you?” you reply, with a bite. Kyle inhales sharply, clearly upset by your mean words.
“..you’ve changed” he speaks now, quietly. Your stomach drops, it sounded more like he was accusing you.. it didn’t feel good. It felt like you were letting him, hell - everyone, down.
Really? Hadn’t noticed your brain supplies, but doesn’t verbalise. You just scoff at his statement instead, trying not to let it eat you alive.
“When we first met, when we were sixteen, seventeen?.. you were happier.. nicer” yeah, that’s a low blow, Garrick... “you were proud to be serving. I remember thinking ‘wow she’s one of the good ones’.. y’know? Not one of the pricks that join as a dick measuring contest, but someone who wanted to make a different. Try to save lives, and do the right thing…”
You listen to Kyle, his words actually starting to make inroads into breaking down the wall you’d built. No, don’t let him in!!
“I was ignorant” you mutter.
“No, you weren’t”
“I was stupid” you rebut, quickly.
“Definitely weren’t. You’re were the smartest of all of us. Still are, probably” Kyle argues.
“Fine whatever.. I’m not like that anymore. The me from before.. she’s misshapen and deformed. She’s gone. There’s no coming back from that.”
“Nah, she’s still there somewhere..the fact you’re still standing there, listening to me, tells me otherwise..” damn you, Garrick.
As if on cue, the bitch nurse from the front desk pops her head through the door. “Time’s up” she snips.
“I was just leaving anyway” you snap back, stepping forward to leave the room. You expect Kyle to pipe up from behind you, try to convince you to stay. But he stays silent. That’s weird. Why do I want to look? Why is my head turning without my consent?
You look back. Stupid bitch, why did I look back?! Your eyes are instantly drawn to his. He is looking right back at you, with strength and determination in his eyes. He gives you a single nod. “I’ll see you later, Ray”.
Will you? You sound so sure about that..?
Fucking Kyle Garrick! That boy had managed to wear you down. You’d spent so long building up those walls, convincing yourself that you weren’t a soldier anymore, convincing yourself that you were out. For good. Why then, were your feet matching you straight back towards the Captain’s office?
You barge through, not going to the bother of knocking. The three men, who were clearly in the thick of a heated discussion, go silent, and stare at you. You take three strong steps up to the Captain’s desk, slamming both hands against the wood, loudly.
“You have about two minutes to explain why I’m here, what you want from me, and why you’ve kept tabs on me for years” you growl at the Captain, who looks completely calm, as is this was normal for him.
“Awkt, see! Telt you the lassie would come around tae the idea!” the Scottish voice laughs, in the silence of the office.
You spin, like a beast possessed, marching toward the mo-hawked man, grabbing him by the front of his shirt, shaking him up slightly.
“And YOU, have about two seconds, to shut the fuck up, or get the fuck out. I don’t know who the fuck you are, but if you keep talking to me, or about me, you’ll find out what my fuckin’ fist feels like..” his mouth snaps shut, and he nods, in an almost childlike way.
The masked Lieutenant just grumbles a short chuckle, and stays silent.
You return to Price’s desk and raise an eyebrow, checking your watch dramatically (totally ignoring the fact that your wrist was not clad in a watch whatsoever)
“Minute and a half left, captain. Better start taking..” you warn.
“Alright, soldier, listen up. I tried to take both you and Garrick at the same time. Red tape bullshit stopped me from doing that. I went to the higher ups and by the time I was cleared to take you, you’d been absorbed into another unit. We were busy on ops and time ran away from me. Gaz kept on nagging me to get onto Laswell, but all I kept hearing was that you were deployed, over seas, on leave and so on..”
You listen, in silence, hunched over his desk, the anger that had been radiating off of you, slowly, ever so slowly, dissipating.
“Anyway, when your unit crossed paths in Russia, I had planned to bring the transfer up to Laswell upon completion, seeing as you were finally right there, in front of us. I don’t think anyone expected it to end the way it did. We were fed bad intel, the mission was a bust. You know as well as I do, you were all wiped. We only just made it out, Shepherd somehow weaselled his way out as well, not even a scratch on the old bastard” Price scoffs, clearly not a fan of Shepherd.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that it went wrong.. really..” he apologises. I look at my boots, and gulp.
“30 seconds left..” I grit out, trying not to show emotion.
“We circled back, covered the dead zones. You weren’t there. We assumed.. you were killed. Gaz wouldn’t leave it, though. At the very least, that boy wanted to bury a body. But there was nothin’ to be found of you apart from a smashed up pistol, that Garrick insisted was yours. I must admit, I didn’t understand why he was so adamant about you. You were a stranger to the rest of us, after all..”
“To cut a long story short, we’ve needed someone with your skillset for a few years. I would have given you a contract the day of the ceremony, but.. we know what happened. I saw it, that day, our first face to face conversation, that you needed a break. You needed time to cool off. I didn’t know Garrick had a tracker in his wallet. Not until he told me a few months later. I thought you’d reach out. Us soldiers, even when we promise that we’re out for good, we crawl back, hell or high water. When you didn’t surface, after a year, I asked Laswell to check on you.. to make sure you hadn’t…”
“Wishful thinking..” you interrupt, solemnly joking at the fact they’d thought you’d topped yourself.
The captain’s jaw ticks at your dark humour, but he continues anyway. “I have a few pieces of intel that we need to follow. We are headed to Mexico, within the week, could do with a sniper and Spanish speaker.. I want you to be a member of Taskforce 1-4-1. I want you to understand, though, that this team is my family. We would bleed and die for each other. If you join, that extends to you. Understood?”
“………”
#john mctavish x reader#john price x reader#john soap mactavish#simon riley x reader#task force x reader#kyle garrick x reader#kyle gaz garrick#captain price x reader#call of duty#cod x reader
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For kitten knight AU, might be hitting to close to home, sorry :(
What about a time when Daniel gets too injured/gets overlooked to join a mission and is miserable and needing his kitten Max's comfort upon his return?
I am so so sorry this has taken me so long and there is actually zero kitten time in this, but I hope you'll forgive me. There's another ask in my inbox that might get the kitten time related to this (when I'll get to it. again, i'm sorry, it's been a lot lately)
The knife had come out from nowhere.
One moment Daniel was walking the rounds in the lower city with Alex, chatting about nothing, probably paying not enough attention to his surroundings, and the next three thugs had jumped out of the shadows brandishing clubs.
It should have been an easy fight, clubs against swords, but they were in a narrow street, which made maneuvering around each other harder, and both Daniel and Alex had been surprised, reacting just a little too late. Daniel had stopped the first swing of a club with the hilt of his sword, not an ideal move, before being able to go on the attack. He had heard Alex swear behind him, but he'd been unable to check.
And then, just as he had kicked the club out of the hand of his thug and forced him to the ground with the threat of his blade, he had felt a sharp pain on his side, a burst of white hot flames lapping at his nerves, and he had fallen to his knees with a cry.
He isn't sure what had happened after that, his brain confused by adrenaline and pain, but he remembers someone running away, Alex swearing more, the sharp whistle of a call for help, the blurry travel back to the castle.
He had been lucky, the doctor who had stitched him up had said. Lucky, that the guy hadn't taken the blade out after stabbing him, keeping the blood loss to a minimum. Lucky, that it hadn't really hit anything important. Lucky, that the wound hadn't got infected.
And yet, Daniel doesn't feel very lucky, laying in bed, side throbbing, watching Max walk out the door. He feels stupid, for letting himself get stabbed, and already lonely.
The thing is, he was supposed to be heading away with Max too. He had been picked for the mission some time ago, for his ability to keep Max calm and to charm people, but now he has to look while George goes with Max and the rest of the group.
Daniel doesn't have anything again George, he likes George, really, but right now he sort of wishes that George was laying in a bed with a stab wound instead.
He doesn't particularly care about the mission. A noble somewhere near the southern border is rumored to be planning a coup, and Max is heading there to talk and, more importantly, to scare the man to death.
Daniel doesn't give a shit about the mission. He understands the importance of it, a coup would be bad for the kingdom in general and for him in particular, would mean battles and death, but he can admit to himself and the mission could be going to count all the cows in the kingdom and he'd care exactly the same amount.
But he wanted to go. With Max.
He's been thinking about it lately, and he knows he won't be able to be a King's guard forever. There are people in the guard who are happy to grow old like this, who consider the barracks their home, the guards their family, the protection of the King their life purpose. But not Daniel.
He's tired.
He has grown disillusioned in the King's justice, knows that while he's not a bad King, he's not a good one either, and he has grown tired of the night shifts, of the stiff beds, of the endless rounds.
He keeps dreaming about a different life. A small house with a garden, maybe a goat. A soft bed. Waking up with the sunrise, going to bed with the sunset, only seeing midnight if he wants to see it. Maybe living off of something he can do that isn't just swinging a blade.
The problem is. The problem is that none of that, not the house, the bed, the goat, would matter without Max. He wants his life with Max.
And he's not sure that, if presented with the choice between Daniel and the guards, Max would choose him.
So this mission would have been maybe one of his last chances to do something with Max. To be out in the world with him, to spend time together, to maybe find the courage to ask him what he would do if Daniel was to quit, if he would stay, if he would follow.
But he got himself stabbed, and now he's laying in a bed, alone and miserable, missing Max more than the situation would probably call for.
The days are slow.
For the first few he's not allowed to get up, and even if his friends come to see him, and the doctor visits him, he spends long hours staring at the wall, ignoring the books someone had brought him, the letters he could be writing, and thinking about Max and his dream goat instead.
His chest aches with how much he misses him, how much he wants.
Max doesn't write.
Daniel wasn't expecting him to, even if he's sure he sent pigeons for the King, wasn't expecting him to ask about Daniel in the official documents, but he's disappointed anyway, heart aching just a little bit more.
As soon as he's allowed to get up, he goes outside.
He knows he's not technically allowed to exert himself, but he needs to move, he needs to breathe, he needs to empty his brain of all these thoughts and just exist for a while. He climbs to the top of the inner walls, regrets it about five times on the way up and seven on the way down. He goes for a walk out towards the hill, having to sit down an embarrassing amount of times on the way there. He goes to the armory, annoys GP into giving him something to do, then to the stables, until even the horses are unsettled by his nervous energy.
Sleeping at night is hard. He misses Max's solid weight on his side, misses his soft warmth on top of his chest even more. He lays awake for hours, unable to turn around as he'd like because his side still fucking hurts, straining his ears to listen for a purr that doesn't exist.
He waits and waits and waits.
The day Max is supposed to come back, he doesn't.
He sends a pigeon ahead, telling the King they are safe, but a flood had forced them to not use the ford the were planning to and directing them to a bridge further away, delaying their travel of a day. GP is the one who tells Daniel, coming back to the armory where Daniel had been cleaning already shining blades, and Daniel gets out and up to the east tower, cursing every single step all the way up.
He sits there until the sun sets and he grows too cold, gritting his teeth as he climbs the stairs back down and avoiding the mess hall, not feeling like talking to anyone.
That night he curls up tight around a small warm body that isn't there, ignoring the pull of the stitches.
The day after he wakes up to the feeling of the blankets being moved.
He snaps his eyes open, cursing himself for letting someone get this close without noticing, already fumbling for the knife he keeps tied to one of the bed legs, when a hand closes around his and he finally registers the voice speaking to him.
"Daniel, Daniel, it's me, it's fine, it's me."
And then finally, finally, he realises it's Max.
For a moment, he feels like his brain freezes.
Max is there, he can see he's there, but it makes no sense. Max is supposed to still be half a day away, and even if he has arrived already, he's supposed to be debriefing with the King. He's not supposed to be here, wearing barely any clothes, slipping into Daniel's bed.
"Max? What?" is all he manages to say, his voice rough.
Max pushes him slightly, still trying to get into bed, but Daniel doesn't move, too surprised and confused to comply.
"I decided to travel all night. The guys weren't happy, but we got here early" Max explains, fidgeting with the corner of the blanket.
"The King?" Daniel asks, still hesitating
"I wrote the report while traveling and left it for him. I'll talk to him later." Max shrugs, then looks up at Daniel, his cheeks red. "I missed you."
And then finally Daniel's brain catches up with the fact that Max is really here, and he realises there are so many better things he could be doing instead of asking Max questions.
Max lets out a surprised squeak when Daniel lunges at him, wrapping his arms around and squeezing him into a hug, burying his face into the familiar slope of his shoulder and breathing him in.
"I missed you too. I missed you so much, Maxy, I missed you," Daniel babbles, feeling Max's arm wrap around his back much more carefully, his hands moving up and down in a soothing motion.
"It was only ten days," Max says, even as he holds Daniel just as tightly.
It feels much more than ten days when they finally kiss. It feels like a month, like way too long. It feels like filling the hole in Daniel's chest, like fixing his lungs, like slowing his brain. It feels like he was the one who was gone too, and is just now coming home.
"I missed you," he says again when they separate, following Max back down on the pillow, letting him rearrange the blankets around them both.
"I missed you too," Max murmurs back, rubbing his nose against Daniel's cheek. "I almost killed George. More than once."
It startles a laugh out of Daniel, which makes Max laughs too, the sounds merging in the little space left between them.
Daniel isn't planning on saying it, but as soon as he stops laughing, he opens his mouth and blurts:
"I missed my kitten too."
He feels Max go rigid, looking at him with wide eyes, his ears red.
And then he softens, a small smile, much shyer than usual, making its way onto his lips.
"Yeah?" he asks, uncertain, as if Daniel would ever lie about it.
Daniel shuffles even closer, tucking Max under his chin, dropping a kiss onto his hair.
"Yeah," he murmurs. "I kept imagining you were here, that I could hear you purr."
Max's hands flex on his back, muscles tensing briefly like they always do when Daniel mentions out loud one of his cat behaviors, before letting go.
"We don't have time now, I don't know when they'll call for me, but..." Max hesitates for a second, fingers twisting into Daniel's sleep shirt, "I missed that too. I..if you would like, later?"
Daniel smiles, kissing Max's hair again.
"I would love to."
They don't fall asleep, but they hold each other close, listening to the quiet for a while. Daniel will ask about Max's journey later, about George and about the mission, and even later he'll get to cuddle with a soft little kitten, but for now he just wants to feel Max's body in his arms.
He thinks about the house, the bed, the goat, and a kitten. Thinks that maybe, when he'll ask, Max will choose him.
#kitten knight max au#maxiel#my writing#i have NOT reread this so if it sucks or it's full of typos or whatever...my bad#i have ignored quite a bit of stuff to write this but i needed to#so like whatever#be nice i know this is clunky but it's been a while#again i am sorry for taking this long and not even giving you real kitten time
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I think If I have to choose a toxic dynamic specifically for yandere LU x Reader it would be 'obsesseds (The Chain) x knows it, just don't care (Reader)' (Is this a toxic dynamic? I have people telling me no and other people telling me yes)
Anyway, I don't know what time it is where you live but here it's almost 1am.So I came to say good night to you.
I hope your day has gone better and you have given yourself moments of rest,If someone makes you feel stupid, remember that in the U.S. people are suing Cotsco for not specifying that butter contains milk.
Nighty night (◡ ω ◡)
—Double Anon
Oh…Ooooh this is such a fun dynamic to explore~
It’s oddly amusing, especially when Darling is just chilling while the boys are quietly losing their minds. Let me throw some headcanons your way~
Darling? They know. Like, they’ve absolutely clocked the way the Chain gets weirdly tense when someone new approaches, or how their polite smiles toward outsiders feel like a mask for something… darker.
But do they care? Nope. Darling just shrugs it off like, “Eh, they’re a little intense, but at least they’re cute.” Meanwhile, the Chain is barely holding it together.
It’s almost funny how Darling can just brush past these moments. Someone flirts with them? The Chain’s hackles are raised, and they’re this close to losing it, but Darling? Darling’s just like, “Wow, you’re really bad at pick up lines,” and keeps walking.
And if it’s a town they travel to often, well, Darling isn’t gonna really notice if the person suddenly isn’t around anymore.
Now if the chain had to be sneaky with their distaste in regards to outsiders when she wasn’t aware.
Then this is how they handle Outsiders for this idea.
I mean, yes they try to keep their darker tendencies under wraps for Darling’s sake, but the second an outsider gets too close? Yeah, no, the mask slips. Fast.
Outsider makes a harmless comment? Wild’s suddenly “practicing’ his bow, and wouldn’t you know it? His arrows keep landing way too close for comfort.
Warriors has this scary polite way of shutting people down. “Oh, I’m sure you didn’t mean to sound so…familiar. You must not know who you’re speaking to.” All with a smile that definitely doesn’t reach his eyes.
Twilight’s wolf instincts come out hard. He’s standing too close, growling softly, and giving death stares that make the intruder backpedal real quick. Darling doesn’t even bat an eye (if this was the modern world, she’d be scrolling in her phone and not even looking up. But for this scenario, let’s say she was messing with Wild’s slate). “Twilight, stop scaring people.” (He doesn’t btw.)
Oh, Wild is subtle when he wants to be… until he isn’t. He’s got this cheeky grin like he’s just having fun, but the way he “accidentally” shows off his weapons or makes veiled threats? Not subtle at all. If Darling compliments his cooking mid-chaos? Boom, instant puppy mode. He’ll forget the outsider even exists. (Until the outsider opens their mouth)
Time’s the calm terror. Time doesn’t need to say much; his presence alone does all the work. He’ll stand behind Darling, arms crossed, just watching. Outsiders always leave feeling like they narrowly avoided death. Time? He’s sitting next to Darling and nodding along to their rambling like nothing happened.
Twilight is feral when it comes to Darling. He’s the one who physically steps between them and any “threat.” His low growls and glares are enough to send most people running. Darling calls him “protective” with a fond laugh, and Twilight melts. “Just looking out for you.”
Sky’s all polite smiles, but it’s the kind of politeness that has an edge. He’ll kindly suggest someone leave while casually resting his hand on his sword. If Darling notices, she just raises a brow. “Sky, you’re doing the thing again.” He coughs and backs off… for now.
Legend’s not even trying to hide his irritation. He’s all sharp words and grumpy glares. “What are you even doing here? Go away.” If Darling teases him about being jealous, he gets all flustered but secretly loves the attention.
Sweet Hyrule, oh he’s my favorite to think about sometimes~ he gets mean when someone steps out of line. His usual shyness disappears, Hyrule’s all sweet smiles and soft-spoken words. Outsiders might even mistake him for the least threatening of the group, but that’s only because they don’t know what lies beneath his gentle demeanor.
His fae side doesn’t take kindly to intruders. There’s a sharpness to him when someone steps too close to Darling, his voice lilts in that sing song way that feels wrong, like it’s hiding something deadly.
but when an outsider gets too bold, he can’t resist leaning into it. His tone is light, but his words cut deep, pricking at the edges of their nerves like thorns.
“You’re awfully bold for someone who doesn’t know what they’re walking into,” he’ll murmur, tilting his head just slightly. His smile remains warm, but his eyes seem to glow faintly, catching the light in an unnatural way.
Maybe at one point an outsider tried to follow Darling a little too persistently and Hyrule led them into a patch of woods and disappeared, letting the fae magic of the land take over. (After a visit to the nearest Great Fairy fountain) The intruder swore they could hear whispers, feel hands tugging at their clothes, and see eyes gleaming in the shadows.
When they finally stumbled back out, pale and shaken, Hyrule was there waiting, looking as innocent as ever. “Oh, you look like you’ve had a rough time. Maybe you should leave.”
Darling just brushes a stray leaf from his hair or calls him her protector, his fae instincts hum with satisfaction. Protecting her feels right, like it’s written into his very being.
Warriors? Oh, he’s scary good at being threatening without ever losing his charm. He’ll lean in close, all smiles, and say something like, “You should go before you overstay your welcome.” The other person leaves immediately. Darling just laughs. “Warriors, stop scaring people off.” (He absolutely won’t.)
Wind’s not subtle at all. He’s glaring, throwing sarcastic remarks, and finding any excuse to step in and make the outsider uncomfortable. If Darling ruffles his hair or calls him her “little troublemaker,” he instantly forgets why he was mad and becomes unbearably smug.
Four’s got this layered thing going on where his personalities are all just slightly off. One moment he’s quiet and polite, the next he’s throwing out unsettling one liners like, “Careful where you step. Not all traps are meant for monsters.” Darling notices the shift but just humors him. “Four, be nice.”
As a group, if an outsider tries to flirt or get too close, the Chain immediately closes ranks around Darling. It’s like a silent agreement, they don’t even need to speak. Suddenly, Darling’s surrounded, and the poor outsider is being quietly herded away.
Darling, of course, notices. “Wow, you guys really hate sharing, huh?” she teases. The Chain collectively pretends they don’t know what she’s talking about.
The second the outsider’s gone, they’re all vying for her attention. Wild’s offering food, Sky’s planning a Loftwing ride, Twilight’s hovering protectively, and Wind’s complaining about needing cuddles to make up for the stress. Darling just sighs, letting them indulge her because honestly? It’s easier than arguing.
So…yeah, this dynamic? Equal parts amusing and entertaining (for us. Not so much outsiders!).
I mean. They’re ARE all trying to be on their best behavior, but the second an outsider shows up, their true colors peek through…a lot…and it’s all kinds of unsettling (for anyone not part of their circle).
Darling’s just living her life, completely unfazed, while the Chain tiptoes the line between their devotion and madness.
#gliphy answers anon#linked universe#yandere linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu#yandere lu#lu wind#lu time#lu warriors#lu legend#lu hyrule#lu wild#lu four#lu twilight#lu sky#yandere imagines#yandere linked universe x reader#(y/n)
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Random thought I just had in my hospital bed, but what if Alice had immediately called Rosalie/the Cullens after seeing Bella is alive? And then continued to talk to Bella?
Which scenario are we in?
We're in the "Edward gets really really really pissed because no one does what he wanted and EVERYONE IS RUINING EVERYTHING!!!"
But Let's Back it Up
Before Rosalie has a chance to call Edward?
Rosalie goes "ugh" and is very pissed off that Bella is still somehow causing their family a bunch of drama over nothing, that Alice apparently has false positives now about people fucking dying, and is so done with this bullshit.
But Edward is not told that "Bella is dead, come home and stop this".
However, the Cullens don't get to sit on their hands too long as, "news, everybody!" it turns out Victoria has been picking off people in the Forks area, held out by teenage shapeshifters, to get to Bella so that she can kill Edward's mate as a part of her revenge for the death of James.
Remember Laurent? The guy Irina's stupid in love with? He was one of them!
And wow, it sure seems like this is kind of the Cullen's fault for refusing to keep even small tabs on the town/Bella because Edward was so determined to be a dramatic diva and tear himself out of her life.
I imagine the Cullens (sans Edward, he's still moping in Rio) have a meeting and while it's going to be a tough call (Rosalie wants nothing to do with this, Jasper is torn as he wants Victoria dealt with but also doesn't want to put Alice back on her radar) ultimately I think they'd vote to go back to Forks for as long as it takes to deal with this problem.
And erm, we'll see about Bella (there's no Volturi 'thou shalt' yet nor Edward's attempted suicide, so it's not as dire as it was canonically).
The question is...
Do they tell Edward? On the one hand, he'll be pissed if he finds out they went behind his back because his lady love/Forks was in danger. He'd be beyond pissed, he'd feel betrayed on an unheard of level.
On the other hand, Edward will throw a massive fit (much like the one he threw to get them out of Forks in the first place), and when he realizes his "leave Bella" plan has had unintended side effects, that placed Bella in even more danger... a) he'll despise himself which is the last thing Edward needs b) who knows what the fuck he'll do in response to this.
There's a very tempting option here where, maybe, they can take care of things quickly enough in Forks that Edward never even realizes they went back.
This is an even more heated debate, and I imagine it's very 50/50 and "... Alice, er, how does he take it?"
Ultimately, they probably decide to tell him. He has to know what's happened, they can't keep this secret forever, and he deserved to know exactly what has happened, both the good and the bad.
Rosalie does not get to tell Edward, as that's a very bad idea, and I imagine Carlisle gets to tell him.
And so, Edward gets a phone call in Rio telling him "you done fucked up, son", not only that, but remember how he was chasing Victoria and he pathetically lost her in Mexico and kept going south for some reason until he landed in Rio? Yeah, she went all the way back to Forks where she's been trying to eat Bella this entire time.
Laurent nearly did.
And the only people protecting her are those temperamental shapeshifters who it turns out are back in full force.
And so, Edward loses his goddamn mind.
Edward: The Eclipsining
Edward comes racing back and acts similar to how he did in Eclipse. The carpet was pulled out from under him, this Jacob Black character has moved in on his territory in a way Edward did not expect for all he thought he wanted Bella to move on. Worse, Bella's in even more danger than before, has picked up very dangerous habits, and now he has to crawl back into her good graces.
Trouble is, Edward also hasn't quite been convinced that he can't live without her yet/he would have broken eventually. He knows he was having a shit time in Rio, but he didn't have that moment of her death where he concluded there was no purpose to his life anymore. Oh, he still plans to nobly kill himself when she dies, but he sincerely thinks he can leave her alone, she can live her human life, and he'll kill himself off screen.
It's just... when he leaves her alone she doesn't live that idyllic human life he wants her to.
If Bella puts it to a vote, I imagine she'll still win as Carlisle will probably side with the majority, even though there's no threat of execution/Edward's imminent suicide on the table. In which case Edward smashes the Korean TV, but I'm not sure would ask for marriage.
He wants to marry Bella, but he also doesn't want her to commit her precious human life to him/he still wants to extract himself. I imagine Edward would plan to be with her in the short term, so that the family doesn't go and turn her, but is always looking for Bella to a) change her mind about turning into a vampire b) extract himself from the situation.
And Jacob Black would be great for that. In fact, while Edward fucking hates him at first, he proves himself a worthy advisory, he's brave and noble, and Bella clearly cares deeply for him.
... Edward is suddenly Team Jacob.
Edward deep down is Team Edward, but he can't be Team Edward, because he has to leave Bella as soon as possible without turning into a vampire. But Team Jacob means Team Human means that Bella won't asked to be turned and will live a normal human life... with a shapeshifter but at least he'll be able to protect her.
I imagine Jacob has very little idea what to make of Edward. He hated this guy, still hates him but why is Edward saying, "Yes, Jacob, we must make you as appealing to Bella as possible". And leaving them alone together, on purpose, so that Jacob will have opportunities.
Jacob... doesn't want to think about weird vampires being weird.
But it all ends up being moot point.
The Volturi
Due to the lack of Volturi meeting, I imagine the Volturi do come to Seattle much faster to wipe out the vampires. If they do, and they do stop in on the Cullens just to see what's happening, then depending who visits they will find out about Bella.
And, "hm, are you turning her anytime soon?" It's clear she's very gifted, so most likely death is off the table (Jane wasn't there by herself canonically, she doesn't get to call all the shots). So, probably they're looking to take Bella back to the mothership.
Depending who's there, Bella is turned immediately. If it's Aro... he may be persuaded by Alice as he was in canon, to let it happen on its own time, or he may turn her ther himself because these people clearly aren't going to and "she should join the guard".
But most likely, Bella gets turned and kidnapped to Italy for at least a year while she's in her newborn phase. After which she's 'free to go', if she still wants to after Chelsea of course.
After that...
Well.
A lot of bloody nonsense.
#twilight#twilight meta#twilight headcanon#twilight renaissance#edward cullen#bella swan#the cullens#meta#headcanon#opinion
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Please note I'm not good at writing drama, I can write tension all day but drama isn't my strongest so I'm trying.
Also learned some Irish slang from a friend so hopefully I wrote it well.
!TRIGGER WARNING! Minor Violence, Manipulative Ex, Cheating, Panic Attack, Domestic Abuse.
Temporary leave was making the 141 jittery, Soap was sitting next to Ghost watching Roach and Gaz playing with Ripley (Roach's dog). Soap has a sketch book on his lap, the page was filled with sketches of Gaz, Roach and Ripley, one sketch of Ghost's side profile. The two men looked up as two people walked towards them, neither of them soldiers. MacTavish could feel Ghost tensing next to him as the figures approached. One was a tall brunette man and the other was a short ginger woman.
"Hello lads, got a question for ya? Have either of you seen Maevis O'Connor, gotta talk to her." The taller man asked looking only at MacTavish, he seemed pretty miffed but trying to seem friendly.
"And who are you, to Doc?" Ghost rumbles.
"That's not your concern, mate. We know she's here, we just want to chat." The taller man glared at Ghost.
"Sorry mate but we don't know where the good doctor is, if I see her I'll let her know you two are looking for her. So I'll ask again who are you?" MacTavish tensed knowing the tone Ghost was using wasn't one of a kind intent.
"JOHN PRICE!" The short ginger woman shouted as Captain Price stepped around the building walking towards Gaz and Roach. Price turned as the brunette man began to charge towards the captain. Ghost got up quickly moving towards the stranger charging his captain. The tall man towered over the captain glaring down at him with hatred.
"Where is she, John? Where's my wife?" The tall man hissed.
"Shes your ex wife you muppet, you couldn't keep your pecker out of some slag while Maevis was pregnant with your son." Price glare at the women as he said the last bit. "I don't know where she is, sorry mate."
"It was a mistake John, we just want to see Maevis. I know she's here." The ginger woman pleaded.
Soap felt awkward hearing the conversation but didn't want to leave Ghost's side. He looked over and watched Gaz and Roach begin to approach with Ripley.
"A mistake that lasted 2 years Bridget? Then you went and slagged off about Maevis during the divorce. You're stupid if you think I'll tell you where she is." Captain Price growled, his fist balling up at his side.
" We just want to see her John, we'll leave right after." The woman, Bridget moved to touch Price's arm before Ghost's hand shot out and grabbed her arm. The man grabbed Ghost by shoulder shoving him back. Ghost released the woman as the man started wailing on Ghost. The lieutenant never once threw a punch either blocking or dodging the punches.
" FOR FECK SAKES OLIVER! STOP!" They all turned to see O'Connor running towards them. She grabbed the man ripping him away from Ghost and shoving him against the outside wall.
"Here for 5 minutes and already beating up my soldiers, not a good look Ollie." Price rumbles as he moves to get in front of O'Connor. Doc turns to glare at Bridget as she moves to comfort Oliver.
"What do you snakes want? I thought I made myself well clear I don't want to see either of your faces didn't I?" O'Connor was shaking, she was shaking hard. Soap wanted to hug her, comfort her the way she'd comforted all of them.
"We heard you were on leave, got blown up and didn't even bother to call your father?" Oliver seemed so smug. MacTavish watched Price move before O'Connor put a hand up to stop him.
" I've told you, Dad, and everyone who acted a fool at William's funeral, that you will never hear from me again! I meant it, so why after a year have you come to talk Oliver?" O'Connor had stepped forward getting into the man's face.
"Maeve, love, we came because you were hurt. Baby girl I wanted to call but I couldn't get through. Please I know you have leave, come home. You're Da misses, Bridget misses you, I miss you." Oliver says as he steps closer and moves to put his hand on her hips. Soap moved before thinking, grabbing the man's hand before it could touch her. It seems Ghost had the same instinct as he had the man's other hand. "Oi, Maeve, mind calling off your hounds? Really boys can't handle a bloke touching his las?"
" I'm not your las, Oliver, and I'm not going back to that house. Not until I get my apologies." O'Connor looks to her sister before stepping back forcing both men to drop their holds.
"I told you Maeve it was an accident! It was only meant to be once" Bridget yelled
"Two years, Bridg, two. The two years I came crying about my love life, telling you my suspicions. Telling you about my fertility issues and asking how to fix things with him. Telling you how I was worried he was cheating, seeing another behind my back. You know what you told me? It was impossible, Oliver loved me too much to cheat. So I stayed with his manky ass, then got the wonderful news..." O'Connor was shaking again and this time MacTavish placed a hand on her shoulder, hoping it brought some comfort.
"Only for you to show up and announcing you were also expecting from my husband. Had the gall to say it was a good thing, we could be a happy family together. Had the nerve to ask if I'd be willing to let you move in with me. You got mad at me when I left in tears, saying I ruined your day, YOUR DAY? You ruined my life." Tears were rolling down O'Connor's face.
"And then you had the nerve to question every step and choice I made when Will came. You had no right, none, putting me through all that you did. I should have cut contact long ago, but I didn't because I wanted William to have his family. Only for that family to make a mockery of his funeral. So no I won't be coming with you. Now feck off and I don't ever want to hear from you again." O'Connor turned around and they boys split letting her move pass. Bridget was crying it seemed but it wasn't noticed or cared for.
"Maevis! Look at me!" Oliver called out as he pushed up behind her. She kept walking
"Maevy baby please, I just want to talk." He got in front of her walking backwards.
"Maevis, I'm just asking for one chat it's not that difficult so stop making this difficult!" He stopped directly in front of her path, she didn't stop and just pushed past him rather hard.
"Oi! Cunt! I'm talking to your slag ass now listen to me!" He turned around and grabbed her arm, yanking her hard backwards. O'Connor yelped in surprise and pain. (She's still recovering from their previous mission where she severely hurt her back and ribs.)
Before Oliver could do or say anything, all five of the 141 men were on him. Ghost grabbed the man by his hair pulling him back with help from Price and Gaz who had him by his arms. Roach got between O'Connor and him with Ripley barking and growling furiously at his side. Soap had O'Connor behind him before turning to check on her.
"Don't touch my Captain ever again if you want to keep your hands." Ghost growled.
"I'd listen to the man Oliver, he's not the one for empty threats." Price warned.
All three men let go of him as O'Connor moved forward towards the man. "Leave, I have nothing for you. Go feck the bitch of a woman who was my sister and leave me alone! The only connection we had to each other is gone! William would have never been there if he wasn't waiting for your sorry ass to actually step up and be a father! This man was more of a father to him than you were!" She screamed as she pointed towards Price.
"That's not fair and you know it. I was distracted and I couldn't get there in time!" Oliver countered. "And if he was such a father to William why wasn't he at the funeral?" He looked almost smug when asking that question.
CRACK!
O'Connor slapped the man hard enough that he stumbled to the ground.
"More than you ever will, now get the feck out of my sight, both of yous!" She spat breathing heavily. She turned and marched away being followed by the rest of 141.
They all moved into Price's office it was the closest private place for them to talk. O'Connor was not doing well, she was shaking, tears were streaming down her face and she was breathing really fast. Soap knew what a panic attack was, he remembers his oldest sister getting them a lot when he was a child. He has no idea what to do when she collapses into a crouch, her hands on her head. She was whispering and rocking back and forth. Price crouched in front and grabbed her hands.
"Maevis breathe, he's not going to hurt you. He can't hurt you. You've got to calm down or you'll make yourself sick." He smiled softly as O'Connor looked up to all of them.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I thought I'd never see him again. I have no reason to see him again. I'm sorry..." She looked towards Ghost and fresh tears began to run down her face,
" Your arms Simon... Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I'm so sorry." Soap looked over towards Ghost and saw several bruises blooming across his forearms .
"It's fine Doc, I'm fine I promise... Are you alright that bastard grabbed you pretty hard." Ghost asked and Soap could hear the concern he tried to hide.
O'Connor seemed to just register something, she gasped in pain as she tried to move her arm. She looked around to all of them studying their faces.
"Does anyone know how to reset an arm? I think my arm is out of socket." She grimaced as felt around the area in question.
"Sit down Doc, do you want something to bite onto?" Ghost asked, moving towards her as she sat in Price's chair. O'Connor shook her head no and just sat waiting. Ghost placed a hand on shoulder, then another of her elbow before making a rapid movement and popping her arm back into the socket.
"Please tell me we have full permission to beat that bastard's ass if he shows up again?" Gaz asked looking at Price.
"I won't stop you." O'Connor said shrugging her arm and rotating it. Price looked at her shocked before she continued. "I'm tired of him picking fights with you John and your men, Simon wasn't the first soldier he attacked and he's always going to try to pick a fight with you. So yes if you see Oliver you can throw the first punch I won't stop you." O'Connor looked tired.
"Will you patch us up?" Ghost asked
"Always, you're my boys. No matter how you get hurt I'll be there to patch you back up." O'Connor smiled looking around at all of them. "Thank you for defending me, I'm not sure how differently that would have gone but I know it wouldn't have been pretty."
"Why did you ever marry him Doc? He seems like a real wanker." Roach piped up, he was crouched next to Ripley petting her head.
"I was young and was freshly recruited into the military. My Da convinced me to marry Oliver, said I needed a man to take care of me if something went wrong and I was sent home." O'Connor shrugged
"I don't know how to feel about Oliver, he gave me the best thing that ever happened to me but on the other hand he's the reason Will was waiting for that tube. I honestly hate the man more for that than I do for everything he put me through." O'Connor seemed sullen looking down towards her left arm.
"I hate him for what he did to you Maevis, that muppet put you through more hell than being in active duty combat did. And that was before the divorce." Price grumbles.
O'Connor nods before standing up, she walks over towards Price and pulls him into a hug. She pulls back and smiles at each other before Roach joins in. Gaz shrugs and joins as well, Soap grabs Ghost and pulls him over as the brit rolls his eyes but joins.
#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#cod roach#cod ghost#cod modern warfare#cod soap#cod mwii#cod mw2#cod 141#cod gaz#cod price#cod#captain john price#john soap mactavish#gary roach sanderson#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#cod oc#cannon divergence#modern warfare
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ACT II THOUGHTS - MAJOR SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT
Episode 4
JINX AND ISHA ARE SOOO CUTEEEEE
Girl go to your rally…..
Singed what are you doing here
I love all the Jinx outfits + hair everyone is doing
ISHA AND SINGED AWW
The Warwick sequence is so so cool wow
YOU CAN SEE HER BLUE HAIR THAT HELMET IS HARDLY DOING ANYTHING THIS IS STRESSING ME OUT
Star Wars ass prison break in
Oooo the Jinx and Warwick fight scene is dope
“POWDER” I’M GOING TO CRY
Episode 5
Jinx and Vi teamup YAYYYY
Caitlyn looks so fine in that cape
I’m crying this Caitlyn and Singed interrogation is literally the soyjack vs chad meme
MEL NOOOOO
KINO?????????
Aww :(
Vi looks so good hello
Noooo Singed don’t do it
He’s planning something; there's no way he’s actually teaming up with her. Right.
SINGED’S DAUGHTER? YOUNG SILCO? THERE’S SO MUCH HAPPENING
What.What are they implying here. Guys if they’re actually going to prove the “Mel is pregnant” theory right I’m going to sell all my Arcane merch and rate the season 0 stars
Where was Singed getting the funding to do all this
Caitlyn is actually making me mad this season man
You’re telling me Kino was in this prison with literally nothing to do for like 20-30 years and never realized there was a puzzle on the wall, but Mel went in there and found out in like 5 minutes😭
Of course it wasn’t her brother I’m stupid actually.
“Sister??” What is going on I do not like this Black Rose plotline I’m sorry there’s too much going on
VANDER AND SILCO FLASHBACK YAY
HELP SILCO’S REACTION
Old Silco was fine as hell but so is younger Silco like woah
And now I’m crying again!
JAYCE WITH BEARD JAYCE WITH BEARD JAYCE
Huh. How is Viktor speaking through Salo what
Once again….this is too muchhhh I need to make a separate post about this bc it’s really bothering me
JAYCE WHAT THE HELL😭
Episode 6
Dude what is thisss stop
I don’t like this.
He never gave a fuck about Sky before why is she suddenly such a big part of his motivations and talking to him now. I know he feels bad about accidentally killing her but why are they besties now what
I don’t like this space thing at all it’s too weird I’m sorry
Mfw the show called “Arcane” has magic in it I guess: 😠
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Isha please don’t take the gemstone lol. Isha. I’m begging you please put that down.
Guys I’m worried!
Am I just a hater or is anyone else getting pissed off at the wacky hextech speaking-to-people-in-their-minds thing
AND I'M SORRY I DON’T HATE SKY BUT WHY IS SHE HERE. AM I MISSING SOMETHING
JINX AND VIKTOR TEAMUP REAL???? RARE CORRECT FAN PREDICTION HOORAY!
Actually stop with the space hextech thing it’s making me MAD
I’m sorry I don’t mean to complain so much I love this show but I actually cannot stand this please forgive me
IT JUST FEELS SO CORNY
Ooo I like this watercolor animation
Singed whyyyy
OKAYYYY CAITLYN
Jayce are you good buddy….?
JAYCE NO!
Am I stupid why did he kill him….is it just because he thought he went to far with Hextech and the crazy hallucinations he was having? That can’t be it? Did he not mean to kill him? I am so lost rn
VANDER :(
The music that played in s1e3 when he fought Silco in the cannery :(
I KNEW ISHA WAS GOING TO DIE BUT THAT WAS SO SAD
#arcane#league of legends#arcane league of legends#arcane season two#jinx arcane#jayce talis#vi arcane#arcane analysis#ambessa medarda#caitlyn kiramman#viktor arcane#isha arcane#singed arcane
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Fuck it I'm gonna be a shameless Starscream glazer here but let's not fucking trust D-16's words here lmao since a.) he's young and running on high emotions so to him anything less than suicidally charging for the kill is cowardice and b.) he's a very strong bot even while cogless, but he doesn't have any experience nor great talent, wisdom, nor intelligence to make the claims he does unlike other iterations of Megatron (esp IDW Megatron, whose cunning is even greater than the average bot even as a miner)
I'm gonna be fr, but like D-16 successfully killing Sentinel is based on other people's successes and not his own. D-16 may call Starscream a coward, but looking at it objectively, he's technically being pragmatic. Like, let's look at their situation:
1. They witnessed the Primes fall. Meaning they've likely arrived just in time to see Sentinel standing over their corpses and the Quintessons still present.
2. Not long after the Matrix disappeared, the energon stopped flowing.
3. Sentinel is able to take over Iacon with the Quintessons backing him up, meaning the High Guard is not only unable to return home, they're also cut off from any resources from sustenance to weapons and transportation. They're confined to the surface.
4. The Quintessons occasionally scout the surface. The surface is also hazardous with its own dangers as its not tamed to be rife wirh civilization — that means they're in the wilds. And Sentinel is ALSO hunting them, with the Trackers outnumbering your team, with Airachnid in tow — a bot, who if you see her coming, means you're already dead.
You're stuck, likely with casualties, on the hazardous surface that's constantly shifting far from any safe place nor civilization, you've got enemies hunting you above and below, with that's especially good at hunting and killing, all the while having very little to none at all access to energon. These are some pretty bad fucking odds!
And you know what actually surprised me? Is that the High Guard is actually still functioning, not only are they still functioning, they're also actively fighting back! They've managed to survive all these years! "Oh but why didn't they invade Iacon then??" they can't! That's suicide! The movie literally tells us how crucial Elita sneaking them in via train and Orion and miners providing them a way inside!
"Oh but why bother with guerilla tactics??" because if you're outnumbered that's the most logical thing to do — think about it, it's not unsound either; you can't face Sentinel head on, BUT if they sabotage Sentinel's deal with the Quintessons by either occasionally raiding the trains or taking over the mines, it'll anger the Quintessons enough to take out Sentinel.
"Oh but that doesn't solve anything bc the energon crisis is still an issue bc the Matrix of leadership is lost!" YAH that's also a problem Orion and co also had and he didn't have a solution at that time either! The priority was taking down Sentinel, which both groups share. It was only by everyone's luck Primus chose Orion to be a new Prime and get the Matrix!
As for Starscream being a shit leader — well I think he's a shit person, but a competent leader — because if he IS incompetent, he'd be dead, either by the members tearing him apart or his own stupidity but that's not what happened.
Ok ngl the bar for Starscream's leadership and general reception among Decepticons (or proto-Decepticons in this case) is so low that tfone Starscream is passing with flying colors. Like, let's look at a couple examples — IDW Starscream, had to step up bc Megatron is out of commission and they're ALSO strapped for resources/in hiding, but no one listened to him bc they don't respect him, and as a result the group was in shambles and the members started cannibalising each other within three years. Three years.
What about Skybound Starscream, whose odds are actually slightly better than IDW and Tfone? There's many sources of energon, they have access to a ship that helps maintain them, and the members still somewhat listen to him, but still somehow, in a record-breaking speed, managed to cripple the already badly crippled Decepticons within what, like three days bc he prioritised his own sadism and shortsightedness. And boy did he pay for deaely, because his own shitheadednes earned the rest of the Decepticons ire and they're all cheering when Soundwave was tearing him apart piece by piece.
And tfone Starscream? Who has plenty of members to lead around and feed while having very, very sparse ways to get resources, all the while having enemies seeking to annihilate them? He lasted 50 cycles (assuming cycle is a year). And during those 50 cycles, they've evaded surveillance and capture, built a base with barricades, the members, while likely not very well fed and def kooky for being isolated w the same people for so long and surviving less than stellar conditions, all look intact and healthy. Sure, they were cheering when he's getting punched in face, but they also all shut up when the cannon comes out bc ultimately, they're looking for entertainment, not straight up murder. Maybe some of them liked Starscream getting taken down a peg, but it does seem none of them actively wants him to die (which is saying a LOT, bc the same cannot be said for other Starscreams).
Then let's look at D-16 — he's my favorite character and I love him lots, but GOD he IS short-sighted. His cannon shot to the sky after his rousing speech?? It's what gave the base away to Airachnid to find them. D-16 isn't even really winning against Sentinel, and it's by sheer luck that Orion and co was able to get the Evidence uploaded in time to distract Sentinel from killing him, and D-16 is only able to cripple him (which allows him to kill Sentinel) because Sentinel's guard is down. Megatron is a strong bot, who can speak very well, but this guy doesn't have the power of insight like Orion does nor the experience that Starscream has — heck, he doesn't even have peer connections since he's technically still an "outsider" to the High Guard: they may have accepted him as leader, but these people have fought and bled together far longer before he was even online. I don't think he's even politically savvy — Megatron, is best described as a big gun going haywire who got lucky to be able to make a killing shot at Sentinel.
Tl;dr: Starscream can get his head out of his ass to be competent enough to keep a group alive for years.
No seriously what the fuck was the high guard doing for 50 years out on the surface
#PUT RESPECT ON HIS NAME#NOT THAT HE DESERVES ANY CHARACTER WISE HE'S AWFUL BUT STILL#RESPECT WHERE RESPECT IS DUE
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Hey, quick questions. What's worse? Violating a dumb clause of a contract that you signed (when the clause should not exist in the first place) in a way that is not harming anyone and filling the world with love in the process or....being a fucking narc?
or
#only boo#only boo the series#only boo series#the thing is if he hadn't OUTED moo#then this wouldn't be a problem#sure moo was violating his contract but he was not hurting anyone and was being as private as possible#what was this man doing? leaking the photos and the old deleted clip#i bet he saved that before moo deleted it so he could use it to try to oust moo#was he also stalking moo and that's how he got the pictures?#what is a bigger liability to the company? an idol that is good at keeping their private life private and secret#or an idol that is willing to expose the breach of contract in a way that hurts the company and causes pain to multiple people along the wa#because he's annoyed that someone has connections#got bad news for you about how the industry works#and even if moo has connections he never used them#in fact he had to fight against them#you can be mad all you want that moo has a mother in the industry but that doesn't mean his talent isn't there#stop being bitter that you just aren't as good#and stop trying to ruin someone else's life because of it#you might be angry at moo for....existing#but kang is not trying to be an idol. and you very much were trying to expose him to the potential hatred and wrath of so called fans#so fuck you and fuck your stupid face i hope you watch moo become successful and also get to have a boyfriend#moo will have his cake and eat it too...actually no#moo will have his kai palo and eat it too
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albus comes home after having a bad day and collapses into scorpius's arms
scorpius could be doing anything but he'd pause and play with albus's hair while letting him rant about his day
#“scowbus... its so hard having a financially stable family and two alive parents :(”#i know honey i know#this is me manifesting i had a no good very bad day#im gonna rant about it in the tags so feel free to ignore me! love u#first of all. we had rehearsal for our dinner theatre. DOGSHIT#ME AND ONE OTHER GUY WERE THE ONLY BITCHES WHO KNEW OUR MUSIC#AND NONE OF THE WAITRESSES BESIDES ME DID THEIR THING#SO I LOOKED STUPID#and#i learned a whole dance for a pep rally and we had to cancel it because people stopped showing up to meetings#AND AND#theres this guy i really dont like. lets call him jake#i was backstage during the rehearsal of ANOTHER show#and this fucker grabs me but the hips and moves me out of the way. girl try excuse me#hes always so mean to me and for what. im friends with your fans. we have the same interests. WHY MUST YOU HATE ME#anyways. best part is theres even more but i dont feel like getting into it so. im just having a fun and grand old time#sorry for being annoying on main it will happen again#scorbus#albus sever potter#albus potter#scorpius malfoy#hp next gen#harry potter and the cursed child#all these marauders fans at school keep trying to hate on cursed child and i have to give them a ted talk about everything#im a nerd bookworm im studious 🤓☝️#IM DONE
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Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die
#i cant even shes just so dangerously stupid#she thinks energy drinks with natural caffeine are safe to give people who have been told by doctor doing take caffeine with thia meds#ahe thinks of a child is CHOCKING to lie them face down n rub their back#she has the evangelical woman voice worse then women I've met n that cult ahe giggles constantly and behaves like the stereotype lil german#boy just got a lollipop over.... everyone and everything whe acts likw an 11 year old I just got the first boyfriend and all they could talk#is how perfect their boyfriend is and they're so pretty good for that I pulled a boyfriend is and it's like a God thing that they met how#SOOOOOOOOOO in love while constantly nonstop touching ahe has to be touching him her hand on his thigh her atm linked with his her heaf on#his chest she has to be in her lap they make out all over the place IT'S DISGUSTING AND EMBARRASSING STOP SWAPPING SPIT#she started a i. hwr words 'love diary of their love journey' they hadn't been dateing 2 months her kids are spoiled fake Instagram bitches#with such shitty views on politics SHE'S A TRUMP FAN GIRL SHENLOVES TRUMP MY DAD BROUGHT IN A TRUMPIE#there's so much i cant even say because even admitting it on tumblr is too embarrassing i wanted.to.likw her i liked her the first day but#THE MORE I GET TO KNOW GET THE MORE N MORE N MISS RED FKAGS#she threw away all my siblings clothes school books toys uniforms for sports their in toys i bought them that week make up jewelry#in the disguise of helping clean house#while i was at the hospital the kids call me in tears i call her beg her to wait and nope.ahe didn't i found the bags by the curb i brought#my dad sided with hwr because 'she didn't mean any harm she didn't know sje was throwing them away'#my mom hasn't bsen dead a year he started dating right after ahe died#hes talking about marrying this woman this woman who has never had an honest educated thought once in her life#WHO ASLO SPEMDA MONEY LIKE A DRUNKEN SAILOR AHE CAME FROM A WITCH FAMILY HER LAST TWO HUSBANDA WERE TOUCH SHE HAS NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE COMMON#SHE SPENDS LIKE SHE STILL HAS MONEY WHEN SHE DOSE NOT AND IT'S LIKE YOU DID NOT JUST SPEND OVER 180 DOLLARS N PASTRIES GOD#SHES SO FUCKIN STUPID AND EVERY HOLIDAY SINCE MY MOM DIED WVERY FAMILY GWT TOGETHER BECAUSE WE DON'T TALK OR.DO ANYTHING WITH MOM'S SIDE#OF THE FAMILY ANYMORE SHE'S THERE EVERY WINGLE MOTHER FUCKIN WEEKEND SHES HERE I'M EXHAUSTED SHES PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY DRAINING TO BE ARO#OUND SHES LIKE IF SOMEONE TOOK A GOLDEN RETRIEVER ON A DIET OF JUST FUCKIN COCAINE LITTLE GERMAN BOY WITH LOLLY AND CRUELLA DEVILLE AND FUSE#THEN TOOK A STRAW AND DRANK ALL THE SMARTS OUT OF THAT BEING#UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGH MY DADS GOIN TO NARRY RHIA BITCH SHES GOIN TO TRY TO BE A MOTHER TO ME AND MY SIBLINGS AND THEY'RE GOIN TO#be so fucked up because her kids are not ok SHE FUCKED THEM OVER BAD SHE HAS FOUR KIDS ALL ADULTS THEY'RE JUST WOW#I HATE MY LIFE I HATE WHAY FUTURE MY FAMILY IS GOIN TO BE THE GOOD THINGS IS I WON'T HAVE TO STAY I CAN GO N MAKE A NEW ONE WITH MY WIFE#FOR ME BUT MY SIBLINGS ARE FUCKED AND ANYTIME I WANT TO VISIT MY FAMILY YANDERE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BITCH WILL BE THERE WORMING HWR WAY IN#SHES CONSTANTLY CALLING N TEXTING MY DAD NONSTOP OF SHE'S NOT NEXT TO HIM AND IF HE CAN'T RESPOND INSTANT SHE FREAKS OUT N BUGS ME
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You're supposed to ask for help. If you don't ask for help you're never going to get help and you will be condemned for being useless and taking no actions to help yourself. If you ask for help. no one is going to help you. you are not allowed to wish that anyone help you or expect anyone to help you or you are a selfish piece of shit. you are not allowed to wish things were better. You're not allowed to ask for help actually because you are selfish and you didn't think about how others might feel being put in the vulnerable and intimate position of being asked for help. your friends did not consent to being asked for help or explained why you've been having problems and you should have thought about the way they felt before you forced them to read your texts asking them for help. I'm not even joking I should just kill myself because there is actually genuinely no such thing as getting better or getting help or being a good friend ?
#I swear to god I could text you assholes 'i just got stabbed can you please call an ambulance' and you would reply three days later ':/'#you fucking cunts. what is wrong with you#Didn't anyone ever teach your stupid ass how to be a good fucking friend#Stupid stupid stupid stupid#'you can't expect everyone to just drop everything and help you :/'#Look at me. look in my fucking eyes. what is wrong with you#I'm so upset I'm so desperate for any amount of anything please help me what's wrong with me#Why was I specifically built to crave what is apparently not even a thing ?? People aren't friends anymore ?? Like societally ????????#'It's so hard to wake up in the morning I wish someone could knock on my door to wake me up for finals so I don't miss them :('#'awww you want them to bring you food and do your test for you and drive you there and change your diaper too?'#i want to take a long swim in acid. why live. what is the fucking point.#I am nothing. I'm literally insane.#I think I actually genuinely have schizophrenia and none of this is real I've been engaging the delusions a lot because I have no one else#Have I for my entire life just invented friendships that didn't exist. are any of you real. am I even alive.#I'm so angry I just want to be talked to#At the bare minimum. you don't have to love me or like me or help me or care but just talk to me#I'm so angry I feel like a cuckoo chick. born a huge monster who takes and hurts and kills before it can even open its eyes#it didn't know it's a monster it just acts based on instincts.#it was not supposed to be here and it killed the innocent and actual good children in cold blood.#that's what my twin brother was in the womb. i killed him. i was a mistake and a disease and he wasn't strong enough to stop me.
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Gaslighting? In MY household? It’s more likely than you think
#sad pav hours#<- ‘tis my new vent tag. filter as needed#just pav things#I have experienced so many levels of Confusion today#I mean most of it just boils down to my dad being a dick for no good reason#what do I even do to him????? I yet again ask him this and he’s like#‘I live with you’. My mere existence causes him misery apparently#He says that I’m unlikeable. I say that people generally enjoy my whimsical disposition or just don’t care and ignore me#or in the case of [redacted] try to pacify me in neurotypical ways that only ended up hurting when I found out#instead of communicating that she didn’t want to be friends. Actually that was what my first vent post on here in 2021 was about#and very ironically it was the reason me and Dolphin became friends (random skribbl game my beloved ^^)#But I digress#Also I’ve already accounted for the fact of my future bosses probably disliking me and some people out there just by virtue of being human#but i’d like to believe I’m generally likeable??? I have so much evidence to prove this that the put-down just ends up confusing#Also the amount of name-calling is insane once you stop filtering it out#I can just casually be called stupid. again without any reason#and then people wonder why I have such low self-esteem sometimes#I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m the family scapegoat. I live with 3 blood relatives who hate me.#Also ffs I’M NOT A FREELOADER!!!! STOP sAYING THAT#I understand the real world will be brutal I see the real effects of the cost-of-living crisis every day#I’m prepared to live frugally to survive so stop saying i will be shook 😭 i’m fuckign ready to leave as soon as I have enough savings#and a place to stay. I’m done here. Except for the dogs I will always love and miss them 😭😭😭
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