#I live for the tears bit-

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Aight. So about my crazy idea- I’m making a fanfic about it. I can’t help it. So now y’all gotta suffer with it lol. Enjoy!

⚠️TW⚠️: swearing, possession, fighting, knife being held to someone’s throat, and i don’t really know what else-

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6:00 am

It was a cold-ish rainy morning. Massachusetts was laying curled up on his side with a book, his headphones and phone, and a blanket over him. Yep. He stayed up all night reading again. He really needs to stop doing that, and the other states make sure to tell him that, but it ain’t like he’s gonna listen to them. How ironic is it that he’s the one that knows all about medical stuff and what could happen if you don’t sleep, and a bunch of other sh*t, yet is probably the most reckless and risk-taking state there? Anygays- we’re getting off topic.

Mass slowly sat up, his back popping a little as he sat up, and checked the time on his phone. He sighed and decided to just get up and start his day. His cat, Mayflower, that was sitting at the edge of his bed meowed disapprovingly at being woken up and disturbed, walked over to where he was sitting, and hopped onto his lap, startling the Bay State. He giggled slightly and started petting her, Mayflower purring as he did so.

"I’m so sorry for disturbing you, your Majesty. I didn’t realize that I couldn’t get out of bed without disrupting your slumber. I shall in fact burn for crimes." He said, faux apologetically, but not being able to stifle the giggle at the end. Mayflower meowed at him and turned around, hopping up and putting her front paws on his shoulders. She rubbed her face all over his face, neck and ears affectionately (idk I’ve seen videos of cats rubbing their faces on their owners and apparently that’s supposed to be affectionate-).

He smiled and gently pushed her off. "Stahahap that you gohohof! (Stop that you goof!)"

Mass got up and walked to his bathroom so he could get dressed when heard a deeper voice in his head. ‘Ughhhhh not you again…" he thought.

‘Yes it’s me again! Good morning dumba$$.’ Satan’s Kingdom responded.

‘What do you want…?’ Mass responded mentally.

‘What do you mean….. Who says I want anything?~’ S.K. answered with faux confusion and sadness.

‘Whenever you decide to speak to me, it’s either because you want something, or you wanna make my life a living-f(speaks Boston) hell.’ The Bay State answered, clearly not wanting to this sh** today (it be like that sometimes 😔✊).

‘Ok fine…. I just wanted to if-‘

‘No NO you may not. I know what you’re about to say, my answer is f(speaks Boston) no.’ Mass said as he brushed his hair in front of his mirror

"Awwwww why not?~ It’ll be fun~" The village(Satan’s Kingdom) whined.

‘No means no, jacka$$.’

Mass heard a slight chuckle from the other being in his mind. Well that can’t be good.

‘Well you see, Massachusetts…. You don’t exactly have a choice in the matter~’ Mass’s eyes widened as he was forced out of control and sent into the mind-space.

S.K. was now in full control of Mass’s body. "Ohoho now THIS- is gonna be fun~" He said to himself, ignoring Mass’s attempts to get control again. He grabbed Mass’s hoodie that Mass had chosen to wear that day and put it on, surprised when he saw how big the hoodie was on him. "Dang. Is the hoodie that big or this thing really THAT thin.-" he said under his breath. He grabbed Mass’s hat and put it on, pulling his hood over it. Next was the eyeliner. Ok, done. S.K. looked in the mirror and grinned, flashing his fangs that went all the way to the back of his mouth, and flicking his forked tongue a bit. Nobody’ll notice the teeth, slit pupils, and tongue right? Naw. Probably not.

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Downstairs:

S.K. walked downstairs to where a couple other states were and poured himself a cup of coffee. He was about to take a sip of coffee when he felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned around to see New Jersey. ‘Quick how does Mass act towards him?!- Insanely aggressive right? Yea I think this is the one.’

"Mornin’ sleeping beauty." NJ said with a small smirk as he poured himself a glass of milk.

"Stfu." S.K. responded coldly. He noticed the slightly offended look on Jersey’s face.

"Well d*nm somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, huh?" Jersey said.

"Perhaps so. Now shut it and let me drink my coffee." S.K. said, and then taking a sip of coffee. Except the thing is, he didn’t add creamer or sugar or literally anything. He just drank it straight up. Which Mass never does. And unfortunately, Jersey caught that small detail, seeing as how often he goes to Dunkin with Mass.

Jersey chuckled a bit and took a sip of his milk. "Well that’s new."

"Whaddya mean?" S.K. questioned, glaring at the state in front of him.

"Ya never drink yer coffee black, so I was just stating that that was new." The Garden State said.

"O-oh. Yea. Um. Whatever." S.K. said, silently cursing himself for stuttering.

Jersey looked at the smaller with a bit of confused expression. "Are ya doin’ alright? Ya seem to be a bit off. Are ya sick or smth?" He said. He reached his hand to the other’s forehead and feeling the side of his face (well it’s more like closer to under the ear/around the jaw-), only to have his hand swatted away.

"I’m fine. I ain’t sick." Said the smaller of the two.

"Ok then…? I’ll see ya later at the meetin’ I guess." Jersey said and started to walk off.

"The what?!" S.K. shouted, spitting out his coffee into the mug.

Jersey turned around confused. "Yea…? Didn’t ya get the email bout’ the meetin’ at 3?"

"Oh.. OH- that meeting! Oh yea, it probably just slipped my d*nm mind I guess. See ya later." And with that he walked away, leaving Jersey in mild confusion.

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Later at the meeting:

S.K. could now understand why Mass hated these meetings so much. It was sooooooo f(technical glitch)in’ boring… He put his hood up, pulled it down as much as he could, and then just stopped listening to everybody else. What he did notice, however, was Louisiana staring at him, seemingly studying him. Watching his every movement. Satan’s Kingdom tried to remember ANYTHING about Loui, and then it him. He forgot 2 things. 1:Loui is one of Massachusetts’s best friends, and 2: Loui is in fact capable of sensing bad energy or different energies and spirits, ghosts, demons, ect…. Sh*t he hoped that Louisiana wouldn’t say anything or sense anything. Unfortunately for him though, Loui did sense something was wrong.

From across the Table, Loui felt that something was a bit… off, to say the least. He could feel a new type of negative or even demonic energy in the room. Well there weren’t any apparitions in the room, seeing as Loui had already checked for any and found none. He was about to give up trying to figure out what it was, but it bothered him too much. He looked around the room and looked at the energy of the other states (+Gov), checking off each one after he checked. Florida… The Fed… Texas… Cali… York…… and all the rest seemed somewhat normal. That was until he got to "Massachusetts". There was something that felt incredibly wrong, and he was kinda worried for his friend. He hadn’t even noticed Gov calling his name until he heard someone shout "Louisiana!!"

He snapped his head towards Gov, who had been the one who called him. "Huh?"

Gov just sighed. "I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past 5 minutes."

Loui rubbed the back of his neck with a slight chuckle. "Whoops- Uh- Whatcha need, sha?"

Gov rolled his eyes fondly. Nobody, and I repeat, NOBODY, is ever really able to hate or be mad at Loui. "I just wanted to know if you had any updates about anything going on in your state that I might need to know about?" He said.

"O-oh. Uh- no. Nothin’ dat comes to mind, sha." Loui said with a smile.

"*sigh* Alright then. New York?" Gov said, then continued.

"F(speaks New York) you." NY said with a slight glare.

"As always you’re such a pleasure to speak to."

"Piss off."

Louisiana had pretty much gone back to what he was doing in the first place. He noticed that "Mass" seemed to be fidgeting with something with something under the table. So, purely out of curiosity, he slid down in his seat a bit so he could see under the table. His eyes widened a bit as he saw what “Mass" was holding in his hands. It seemed to be a small double-bladed thing with weird designs on it.

He sat back up and looked at "Mass" who hadn’t seemed to notice the fact that he saw the blades.

"H-hey sorry fo’ interruptin’,- um hey Mass you doin’ aight sha?" Louisiana said, sending a slightly apologetic look Gov’s way.

‘Sh*t-‘ Satan’s Kingdom thought as he panicked for a second. "Uh- yea why do ya ask?" He said, giving the younger a slight glare.

"Well- you seem a bit… off, today. I’m sensin’ a very negative energy comin’ from ya, it ain’t like yer usual moody sleep-deprived energy." Loui said.

"I’m fine."

"Are ya sure sha?"

"Yes. Shut it."

"Again. Are you sure? Cuz if there is somethin’ wrong I can h-" Loui started but cut off by “Mass" grabbing a random vase and throwing it at him. The vase hit Loui directly in the side of his head and shattered, knocking him out of his chair and onto the ground where he curled up holding his head. Chaos only arose from the table.

"LOUI-!" Florida screamed as he got from his chair and kneeled down at Loui’s side, Texas following.

"WHAT THE HE// MASS?! What is wrong with you?! He was trying to he help!?!" Texas shouted while glaring at "Mass" and trying to get Loui to uncurl himself.

"Yea wtf?!" New York shouted turning to Mass and standing up, glaring at him. He was shocked when he saw "Mass" with a sick-evil grin on his face and glowing red eyes staring back at him through his hood. His face fell when the realization hit him. "You’re not my brother…"

"It took you f(technical glitch)in’ morons THAT long to figure it out?! Ha." Satan’s Kingdom said with an insane look in his eyes that sent shivers down the spine of the usually stoic New York.

"I thought we got rid of you a while ago!?!" Connie (Connecticut) shouted.

"Nope! Now, you’re next, Yorkie!~" S.K. said as he leaped up and swung the blades at York, luckily though York managed to just barely dodge it. (Sh*tty fight scene coming up-)

S.K. snarled and jumped at York with the blades again, this time managing cut York across the cheek and making the other hiss in pain. The smaller of the two had a wicked grin on his face as he licked the blood off the knife and swung again, this time cutting New York’s arm, which made the other yelp (as in the way a dog does). Jersey had gotten up to go assist York, but got pushed back down into his seat by Oklahoma (whom he sat by since I’ve decided that he sits between Texas and Oklahoma). He glared at Oklahoma who just told him to sit tf down and let York deal with it and just reluctantly listened to him.

York eventually managed to somehow grab the blade as S.K. swung again, but unfortunately this meant that the blade cut into his palm. But ofc he didn’t care and managed to twist the knife out of S.K.’s hand by the blade and toss him at the wall with the knife to his throat. He found unnatural joy in the panicked look of his brother’s controller, but quickly shut it out as he came back to reality and the situation at hand. He was about to slit the other’s throat but something S.K. said stopped him.

"W-wait! Now b-before you s-slit my throat, you need to remember one important thing." S.K. said.

"And what the f(speaks New York) is that?!" York half yelled half said normally.

Satan’s Kingdom just chuckled before giving an evil grin and saying, "Well you see Yorkie~ Me and your pathetic excuse of a brother share a body. Meaning… If you kill me, you also kill your useless brother.~"

New York’s face fell slightly as he realized that the stupid man controlling his brother was right. ‘Then how do we get Masshole back without hurtin’ im’….’ While he was lost in his thoughts, he heard a loud voice shout:

"I need the Commonwealth of Massachusetts present at the table right this moment!!"

York turned around, still keeping S.K. pinned on the wall, to see that it had been Gov that shouted that. Gov. Of all people. To say York was surprised to see the usually anxiety-ridden man standing confidently with a stern look on his face is an understatement. He didn’t think Gov had it in him. He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts tho when he felt something give up behind him. York quickly turned back around to see his brother looking at him with tear-glazed eyes and let go, letting Massachusetts slide down the wall and curl up in a little ball.

It quickly dawned on York that Mass was having a panic attack and couldn’t calm down or breathe at all, so he decided to try to do something that Mass used to do with him when he was younger (and smaller cuz now York is 5’10 while Mass is 5’6-). He reached his good hand out in front of Mass so the other could see it and decide whether he wanted to take it or not, and York was secretly hoping and praying that he did. He could see that Mass had seen his hand and was considering whether to take it or not. Aight. So about my crazy idea- I’m making a fanfic about it. I can’t help it. So now y’all gotta suffer with it lol. Enjoy!

⚠️TW⚠️: swearing, possession, fighting, knife being held to someone’s throat, and i don’t really know what else-

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6:00 am

It was a cold-ish rainy morning. Massachusetts was laying curled up on his side with a book, his headphones and phone, and a blanket over him. Yep. He stayed up all night reading again. He really needs to stop doing that, and the other states make sure to tell him that, but it ain’t like he’s gonna listen to them. How ironic is it that he’s the one that knows all about medical stuff and what could happen if you don’t sleep, and a bunch of other sh*t, yet is probably the most reckless and risk-taking state there? Anygays- we’re getting off topic.

Mass slowly sat up, his back popping a little as he sat up, and checked the time on his phone. He sighed and decided to just get up and start his day. His cat, Mayflower, that was sitting at the edge of his bed meowed disapprovingly at being woken up and disturbed, walked over to where he was sitting, and hopped onto his lap, startling the Bay State. He giggled slightly and started petting her, Mayflower purring as he did so.

"I’m so sorry for disturbing you, your Majesty. I didn’t realize that I couldn’t get out of bed without disrupting your slumber. I shall in fact burn for crimes." He said, faux apologetically, but not being able to stifle the giggle at the end. Mayflower meowed at him and turned around, hopping up and putting her front paws on his shoulders. She rubbed her face all over his face, neck and ears affectionately (idk I’ve seen videos of cats rubbing their faces on their owners and apparently that’s supposed to be affectionate-).

He smiled and gently pushed her off. "Stahahap that you gohohof! (Stop that you goof!)"

Mass got up and walked to his bathroom so he could get dressed when heard a deeper voice in his head. ‘Ughhhhh not you again…" he thought.

‘Yes it’s me again! Good morning dumba$$.’ Satan’s Kingdom responded.

‘What do you want…?’ Mass responded mentally.

‘What do you mean….. Who says I want anything?~’ S.K. answered with faux confusion and sadness.

‘Whenever you decide to speak to me, it’s either because you want something, or you wanna make my life a living-f(speaks Boston) hell.’ The Bay State answered, clearly not wanting to this sh** today (it be like that sometimes 😔✊).

‘Ok fine…. I just wanted to if-‘

‘No NO you may not. I know what you’re about to say, my answer is f(speaks Boston) no.’ Mass said as he brushed his hair in front of his mirror

"Awwwww why not?~ It’ll be fun~" The village(Satan’s Kingdom) whined.

‘No means no, jacka$$.’

Mass heard a slight chuckle from the other being in his mind. Well that can’t be good.

‘Well you see, Massachusetts…. You don’t exactly have a choice in the matter~’ Mass’s eyes widened as he was forced out of control and sent into the mind-space.

S.K. was now in full control of Mass’s body. "Ohoho now THIS- is gonna be fun~" He said to himself, ignoring Mass’s attempts to get control again. He grabbed Mass’s hoodie that Mass had chosen to wear that day and put it on, surprised when he saw how big the hoodie was on him. "Dang. Is the hoodie that big or this thing really THAT thin.-" he said under his breath. He grabbed Mass’s hat and put it on, pulling his hood over it. Next was the eyeliner. Ok, done. S.K. looked in the mirror and grinned, flashing his fangs that went all the way to the back of his mouth, and flicking his forked tongue a bit. Nobody’ll notice the teeth, slit pupils, and tongue right? Naw. Probably not.

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Downstairs:

S.K. walked downstairs to where a couple other states were and poured himself a cup of coffee. He was about to take a sip of coffee when he felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned around to see New Jersey. ‘Quick how does Mass act towards him?!- Insanely aggressive right? Yea I think this is the one.’

"Mornin’ sleeping beauty." NJ said with a small smirk as he poured himself a glass of milk.

"Stfu." S.K. responded coldly. He noticed the slightly offended look on Jersey’s face.

"Well d*nm somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, huh?" Jersey said.

"Perhaps so. Now shut it and let me drink my coffee." S.K. said, and then taking a sip of coffee. Except the thing is, he didn’t add creamer or sugar or literally anything. He just drank it straight up. Which Mass never does. And unfortunately, Jersey caught that small detail, seeing as how often he goes to Dunkin with Mass.

Jersey chuckled a bit and took a sip of his milk. "Well that’s new."

"Whaddya mean?" S.K. questioned, glaring at the state in front of him.

"Ya never drink yer coffee black, so I was just stating that that was new." The Garden State said.

"O-oh. Yea. Um. Whatever." S.K. said, silently cursing himself for stuttering.

Jersey looked at the smaller with a bit of confused expression. "Are ya doin’ alright? Ya seem to be a bit off. Are ya sick or smth?" He said. He reached his hand to the other’s forehead and feeling the side of his face (well it’s more like closer to under the ear/around the jaw-), only to have his hand swatted away.

"I’m fine. I ain’t sick." Said the smaller of the two.

"Ok then…? I’ll see ya later at the meetin’ I guess." Jersey said and started to walk off.

"The what?!" S.K. shouted, spitting out his coffee into the mug.

Jersey turned around confused. "Yea…? Didn’t ya get the email bout’ the meetin’ at 3?"

"Oh.. OH- that meeting! Oh yea, it probably just slipped my d*nm mind I guess. See ya later." And with that he walked away, leaving Jersey in mild confusion.

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Later at the meeting:

S.K. could now understand why Mass hated these meetings so much. It was sooooooo f(technical glitch)in’ boring… He put his hood up, pulled it down as much as he could, and then just stopped listening to everybody else. What he did notice, however, was Louisiana staring at him, seemingly studying him. Watching his every movement. Satan’s Kingdom tried to remember ANYTHING about Loui, and then it him. He forgot 2 things. 1:Loui is one of Massachusetts’s best friends, and 2: Loui is in fact capable of sensing bad energy or different energies and spirits, ghosts, demons, ect…. Sh*t he hoped that Louisiana wouldn’t say anything or sense anything. Unfortunately for him though, Loui did sense something was wrong.

From across the Table, Loui felt that something was a bit… off, to say the least. He could feel a new type of negative or even demonic energy in the room. Well there weren’t any apparitions in the room, seeing as Loui had already checked for any and found none. He was about to give up trying to figure out what it was, but it bothered him too much. He looked around the room and looked at the energy of the other states (+Gov), checking off each one after he checked. Florida… The Fed… Texas… Cali… York…… and all the rest seemed somewhat normal. That was until he got to "Massachusetts". There was something that felt incredibly wrong, and he was kinda worried for his friend. He hadn’t even noticed Gov calling his name until he heard someone shout "Louisiana!!"

He snapped his head towards Gov, who had been the one who called him. "Huh?"

Gov just sighed. "I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past 5 minutes."

Loui rubbed the back of his neck with a slight chuckle. "Whoops- Uh- Whatcha need, sha?"

Gov rolled his eyes fondly. Nobody, and I repeat, NOBODY, is ever really able to hate or be mad at Loui. "I just wanted to know if you had any updates about anything going on in your state that I might need to know about?" He said.

"O-oh. Uh- no. Nothin’ dat comes to mind, sha." Loui said with a smile.

"*sigh* Alright then. New York?" Gov said, then continued.

"F(speaks New York) you." NY said with a slight glare.

"As always you’re such a pleasure to speak to."

"Piss off."

Louisiana had pretty much gone back to what he was doing in the first place. He noticed that "Mass" seemed to be fidgeting with something with something under the table. So, purely out of curiosity, he slid down in his seat a bit so he could see under the table. His eyes widened a bit as he saw what “Mass" was holding in his hands. It seemed to be a small double-bladed thing with weird designs on it.

He sat back up and looked at "Mass" who hadn’t seemed to notice the fact that he saw the blades.

"H-hey sorry fo’ interruptin’,- um hey Mass you doin’ aight sha?" Louisiana said, sending a slightly apologetic look Gov’s way.

‘Sh*t-‘ Satan’s Kingdom thought as he panicked for a second. "Uh- yea why do ya ask?" He said, giving the younger a slight glare.

"Well- you seem a bit… off, today. I’m sensin’ a very negative energy comin’ from ya, it ain’t like yer usual moody sleep-deprived energy." Loui said.

"I’m fine."

"Are ya sure sha?"

"Yes. Shut it."

"Again. Are you sure? Cuz if there is somethin’ wrong I can h-" Loui started but cut off by “Mass" grabbing a random vase and throwing it at him. The vase hit Loui directly in the side of his head and shattered, knocking him out of his chair and onto the ground where he curled up holding his head. Chaos only arose from the table.

"LOUI-!" Florida screamed as he got from his chair and kneeled down at Loui’s side, Texas following.

"WHAT THE HE// MASS?! What is wrong with you?! He was trying to he help!?!" Texas shouted while glaring at "Mass" and trying to get Loui to uncurl himself.

"Yea wtf?!" New York shouted turning to Mass and standing up, glaring at him. He was shocked when he saw "Mass" with a sick-evil grin on his face and glowing red eyes staring back at him through his hood. His face fell when the realization hit him. "You’re not my brother…"

"It took you f(technical glitch)in’ morons THAT long to figure it out?! Ha." Satan’s Kingdom said with an insane look in his eyes that sent shivers down the spine of the usually stoic New York.

"I thought we got rid of you a while ago!?!" Connie (Connecticut) shouted.

"Nope! Now, you’re next, Yorkie!~" S.K. said as he leaped up and swung the blades at York, luckily though York managed to just barely dodge it. (Sh*tty fight scene coming up-)

S.K. snarled and jumped at York with the blades again, this time managing cut York across the cheek and making the other hiss in pain. The smaller of the two had a wicked grin on his face as he licked the blood off the knife and swung again, this time cutting New York’s arm, which made the other yelp (as in the way a dog does). Jersey had gotten up to go assist York, but got pushed back down into his seat by Oklahoma (whom he sat by since I’ve decided that he sits between Texas and Oklahoma). He glared at Oklahoma who just told him to sit tf down and let York deal with it and just reluctantly listened to him.

York eventually managed to somehow grab the blade as S.K. swung again, but unfortunately this meant that the blade cut into his palm. But ofc he didn’t care and managed to twist the knife out of S.K.’s hand by the blade and toss him at the wall with the knife to his throat. He found unnatural joy in the panicked look of his brother’s controller, but quickly shut it out as he came back to reality and the situation at hand. He was about to slit the other’s throat but something S.K. said stopped him.

"W-wait! Now b-before you s-slit my throat, you need to remember one important thing." S.K. said.

"And what the f(speaks New York) is that?!" York half yelled half said normally.

Satan’s Kingdom just chuckled before giving an evil grin and saying, "Well you see Yorkie~ Me and your pathetic excuse of a brother share a body. Meaning… If you kill me, you also kill your useless brother.~"

New York’s face fell slightly as he realized that the stupid man controlling his brother was right. ‘Then how do we get Masshole back without hurtin’ im’….’ While he was lost in his thoughts, he heard a loud voice shout:

"I need the Commonwealth of Massachusetts present at the table right this moment!!"

York turned around, still keeping S.K. pinned on the wall, to see that it had been Gov that shouted that. Gov. Of all people. To say York was surprised to see the usually anxiety-ridden man standing confidently with a stern look on his face is an understatement. He didn’t think Gov had it in him. He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts tho when he felt something give up behind him. York quickly turned back around to see his brother looking at him with tear-glazed eyes and let go, letting Massachusetts slide down the wall and curl up in a little ball.

It quickly dawned on York that Mass was having a panic attack and couldn’t calm down or breathe at all, so he decided to try to do something that Mass used to do with him when he was younger (and smaller cuz now York is 5’10 while Mass is 5’6-). He reached his good hand out in front of Mass so the other could see it and decide whether he wanted to take it or not, and York was secretly hoping and praying that he did. He could see that Mass had seen his hand and was considering whether to take it or not.

At much as Mass would hate to admit it, he was terrified. He had been so weak that S.K. had been able to take control, he hurt his brother and one of his best friends… He flinched a little when he saw his little brother’s hand in front of him. Thoughts of the possibility that York was mad and about to hurt him went racing through his head. Mass then decided that whatever happened to him would probably be well deserved, so he reluctantly took his brother’s hand and expected to be hit or thrown at the wall. What he didn’t expect was for York to pull him into his lap and wrap him in a tight hug and start rubbing his back soothingly. Safe. He felt safe. York wasn’t gonna hurt him. He buried his head in his brother’s shoulder and tried to calm down and slow his breathing.

"Aww-" Florida started but was quickly cut off when Texas used his good hand that wasn’t holding Louisiana to smack him in the back of the neck. Unfortunately Mass got a glimpse of Loui, who was unconscious in Tex’s arms, and that didn’t help with him trying to calm down.

New York could feel Mass getting riled up again and teleported back to his room where he managed to get Mass to calm down completely and get him to sleep.

[caelanglang]

chuuya will go insane seeing dazai cry? zamn would pay to see that lmaoo

hi, i kinda went insane thinking and drawing about this one.

a continuation of the drunk fem!dazai post !

mini bonus:

update: now with extra here ~

[aeriona]

And for the final day of the Festival, TEAM FUTURE!

This game series has been such a wild ride for myself and a lot of other amazing people. I know it’s not over for good, but it’s just crazy to me that we got here from playing the first game on a Wii U back in 2015. Wild stuff.

Here’s to a lovely Grand Festival!

Team Present - Team Past

[welcometogrouchland]

It's mostly the fault of poor editorial practices that B&R is so heavily misaligned continuity-wise w/ the main batman book. But walk with me for a minute:

You are Damian Wayne. You are 14 years old and have had one of the worst years of your life last year. Which is saying a lot.

Your brother, one of the people you were closest to, got shot in the head and forgot who you were. Your best friend went to space for a week and came back 3/4 years older than you, taking away your previously established dynamic and leaving you to have to bond all over again w/ a new one. You may or may not have gone wayyy too far with your new superhero team, who now all hate you, because you fucked up big time*

And worst of all, when you do try to do the right thing, you end up forced to watch Alfred, a father figure to you, the only one at your birthday that year, the person who has been so patient, loving and trusting with you, even when you probably didnt deserve it...die. you watch him die, and feel it's all your fault.

And your dad never corrects you on that last point. So you run away.

First to your mom who can tell something's up with you, she knows you don't give up that easy, you decide not to stay with her because you remembered how actually, neither of your parents are good at communicating with you despite their best efforts, so now you're 14 and flying solo.

And you do fly solo. For a while. Make new friends, new enemies. You think you're better off for it. You've got your best friend and your brother back. They're not around as much. It's fine.

And eventually your dad tells you that it's not your fault that Alfred died. Bit late but it's appreciated. Really. There's a bit of a hiccup where you get possessed by a demon and wage war against your father but after that, all in all, you two are...together again.

You start to think maybe you want to give him another chance, for the two of you to be father and son.

And in a change of pace, it works out! It's going good, mostly. He insists you go to highschool, you resist, feel like he wants you to be something that you're not (wants you to be normal), but eventually you acquiesce for your own reasons. He cheers you on at soccer and nosies around at your fundraising events with the other parents and gives you a stern talking to about your choice of girlfriend. Because he cares.

Except all the while this is going on, your dad is currently having his brain slowly taken over by an evil version of himself that he created and every time you look away he's slowly tearing your family apart (your brothers are just barely keeping it together. The ones who didn't get lobotmized that is Jesus Christ). You keep taking his side in these conflicts, for whatever reason. Maybe because he promised it would be different this time, and it isn't** and you're going to stick with him until he keeps his word for once.

But at the end of the day?

It's like your brother says. You're not the one who saves him. Broadly speaking, you've made things worse and needed others to come save you. And what else is Robin really for? You thought it was about redemption and teamwork but guess you're wrong. It's about saving your self destructive, apparently two-faced and erratic father. And you can't even do that right.

* TT (2016) by Adam Glass is a racist ooc mess, but unfortunately it's still canon so I'm referencing here, though like a lot of works authors clearly wish weren't canon but are, it's been subsequently glossed over. Win? Maybe? Or not?

** again Zdarky's characterization of Damian is so outdated as to be ooc, and considering the way he constantly and explicitly uses it to illustrate Tim's strengths as robin, I'd argue there's. Also implications there. But the batshit insanity of the main batbook compared to B&R rn is crucial for this post, so I'm attempting to justify it. This time..

[scribz-ag24]

i checked the italian blind run that apparently is very popular in the IT community. and. was anyone.

so was anyone. was anyone going to tell me in this version dusknoir asks if his existence had value.

his line about saying with full sincerity that life is marvelous.

why didnt i hear of this until now i crave to know every little difference between translations so i can cry again and again over the same guy.

[ijustthinkhesneat]

Imagine the external speculation on Each of the kids inheritance. Like trash tabloids are all gossiping about how much each kid gets when Bruce croaks meanwhile behind the scenes they are all playing a very complex game of Batnopoly, Yahtzee, connect 4, poker and capture the flag to find out who gets the Batmobile, little do they know Bruce is leaving everything to Batcow, Titus and the bats that populate the cave.

The true truth that no one knows is that everything is actually in Alfred’s name and when he dies he’s leaving it all to Clark because none of the Wayne’s can be trusted.

Very silly, very mindful, Very Knives Out

[alicentflorent]

I didn’t sit here for years tryna stay calm and silent while listening to your bad takes on gale (who grew up oppressed, in poverty and then witnessed his entire district getting wiped out then rightly went to fight in the rebellion because it was his inlg chance of tearing down the system the wanted him and his family dead) being a “terrorist war criminal who is single handedly responsible for killing innocent people including prim and who is the REAL villain of the hunger games” just for y’all to turn and start stanning and defending actual facist dictator and child trafficker Coriolanus Snow because you saw a young hot version of him.

[sysig]

Just keep getting back up (Patreon)

[st4rstudent]

sharing is caring or however it goes.

[elvensaber]

I’ve finished all the sidequests and shrines in BOTW.  I’ve got like a month before TOTK is released.  In light of this, I’ve decided to let Link run little normal errands all over Hyrule so he has a semblance of normalcy before I forcibly launch him into torment on May 12th.  

[dykedvonte]

(abt my last ask) thank you for the answer, your understanding of charas is trully stellar!

I wanted to ask, what's your take on recovery!au (unless you intend to cover it in your fic)? In the universe, where Jimmy happens, but the crew somehow survives. Everyone is traumatised, Anya is pregnant, Curly is disabled (could he even be able to afford disability aids? Pony express in no more, would they even be paid a sufficient compensation?). There is also a question of p*lice investigation (or whatever agency is responsible for space crimes), even more trauma... Man, it's bleak.

-💀

I like them sad but for emotional and physical recovery reason rather than all the actual legal stuff that would ensue.

I like when Swansea relapsing is explored and Daisuke losing a little bit of his light. I am clearly a big supporter of Anya and Curly remaining close friend after but I think exploring the unhealthy dynamics of the trauma bond they’d develop should be played with way more. I think it’s a bit annoying when people are on the nose about Anya telling Curly he should’ve done more, especially when he’s struggling through recovery.

I feel like people really want her to be a character to rub salt into wounds, just to give her something cathartic, but it’s just OOC for me. It’s not a kindness thing but I don’t think she wants that sort of guilt to stay with him like that? He did not do what Jimmy did, he could’ve done more to stop it but she would not intentionally try to direct what she can never take out towards Jimmy at Curly. At least when they all make it out. This is not to say she doesn’t think he shouldn’t have any remorse but she understands that no one else could have foreseen Jimmy crashing the ship or getting that bad.

I like when it gets psychoanalytic in fics with the crew. Talk about Curly finally opening up on details on how he and Jimmy were friends, have the others realize how bad Jimmy was to even Curly, not a lot of people realize that they don’t know how Jimmy was to him. Have Anya be angry and snippy, have her worry she’s becoming like Jimmy even though she could never be like him, it’s that fear though, that she is owed that cathartic release and may take it out on others in some selfish subconscious desire to reclaim control for herself. Have her actualize-herself, is med school the only option? What does she want now? Does Swansea divorce his wife, give up on the life he created because he was just following the path of a good man, one he didn’t believe? Or does he stay and use the time he has left to make it something he believes in. How is Daisuke? Is he more mature or does he lose a little light? What are his new aspirations if any? His relationship with his parents?

Ultimately, I think a recover au should really focus on just them actually getting to know each other and filling themselves. So much of their interactions were likely based on coworker dynamics first. With that out the window they are now people who can’t really move on from each other but need to move on in life.

[nattaphum]

Mile: “I think Apo will go far in his future, he is advancing far in his career, and as he goes far, there might be some losses *then looks at apo* but whatever losses you face, you still have me”

🖤

[president-homewrecker-arts]

he's not mad, just disappointed

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (A+) [for anon]

[just-another-colin-kinnie]

Zane’s greatest fear is losing his humanity And they did That to him in the movie

[shiraishi--kanade]

Loving and understanding Nagi Kotaki and the choices she made and wanting to throw hands at her are both feelings that can and do coexist. Within me