#and maybe I have zero sympathy sorry

[ochrearia]

NEVER MIND THE TEA IS FUCKING SCALDING HOT TONIGHT IM POPPING SOME ADVILS I NEED TO SIT ON THIS INFORMATION ‼️‼️‼️

[luveline]

hi again!! i saw you mention wanting to write for prince!steve, and i also saw that you write with dialogue prompts so i present to you:

A: “I’ll take care of you.”

B: “It’s rotten work.”

A: “Not to me. Not if it’s you.”

maybe the reader gets injured doing something for training, but it’s all up to you!! i’m sure we’ll love it regardless. kisses!!

thank you for requesting! —prince steve au. fem, 1.5k

Pain was familiar before you came to the palace. Small pains and big, all kinds of hurting, poverty-driven neglect leading to toothaches and back pain, twisted ankles walked on without choice, sore skin otherwise ignored. It didn’t matter if you got hurt as long as you lived. 

Not in a dramatic sense. It didn’t feel dramatic at the time, only miserable. You go to work with a migraine because you can’t afford not to. You walk home in the dark because the mag-trams are getting too expensive. You break your holo, so you make do without one. You pick your head up to keep looking both ways and you get everywhere you need to go because you need to work, to get paid, to eat, to work. 

That’s how it always was. So getting sick didn’t matter. An injury was temporary pain that your body would fix eventually, and if it didn’t, well, it’s cheaper to pull a tooth than pay to have it filled. 

You were used to your sorry life, and then you met Steve. Tall, brown-haired, brown-eyed Steve. Looking at him sometimes is enough to make your whole body a void for things you used to complain about; you wake up across from him in the big bed and forget you can feel pain at all, if only because he’s already awake, waiting for you to open your eyes before he rests his hand on your cheek. You met him and your soul-mark glowed with a lacy, almost feathered light, your wrist braceleted with white colour that soon faded to mellow blue. 

When you first meet your soulmate, the colours you make tend to shift. It takes time for your heart to decide if love is pink or orange or blue. It seems to have settled now —when Steve kisses you, your mark turns a Gaussian amber. When you kiss back, his mark turns light pink, like the lotus flowers he keeps in his private gardens. 

Right now, your mark hums an angry red. It’s typical in its colour, and it’s common. Most people’s marks turn red when they’re hurting. Yours is a crimson so dark it looks black in the dim lighting, and it throbs in time with your pain like a vexing metronome. You’ll never be able to put it from your mind if the mark continues to remind you. 

Steve is uncharacteristically quiet at your side. His own mark is lit in sympathy, mostly pink with his affection, but threaded in red like spider lily flowers blooming against his forearm. 

He shifts beside you. It’s been more than a month since your wedding, and yet he’s careful with you. Almost shy, though he can be brash and cocky. You know intimately how sweet Steve can be when he’s in love. 

It doesn’t make any sense. 

“How’s the pain now?” he asks, his eyebrows pulled together at their starts. 

“Not so bad.” 

“Could you rate it on a scale? If zero was no pain at all, and ten were enough to warrant another dose of white willow bark?” 

“What if I were at a five?” you ask. 

“A half dose and a good kiss?” 

You turn his way but flinch when it puts undue pressure on your leg, a stab of hot pain jumping from your fractured tibia to deep inside of your hips. Steve sees your wincing and presses your shoulder into the bed, leaning over you, a scolding he doesn’t give in the pinch of his eyebrows as he leans down to kiss you. It’s more caress than kiss, his hand cupping your cheek, his lips barely touching yours before he rests his nose at your brow. “Can you stay still?” he asks. 

“Sorry.” 

“Just don’t want you to hurt yourself again.” 

He lifts his head. Holds your cheek for longer than you can work out why, dotting another soft kiss to your nose before slinking out of bed to find you some white willow bark tincture. It’s a potent pain reliever. You shouldn’t have too much of it. If you were still living your past life, you’d be chewing on ginger skins trying to limp your way back into work. There’d be no time to stop. 

“Steve,” you say, watching him a small ways away at the table of your quarters. He turns to you. “I don’t really need anything else.” 

“You said it’s hurting?” Steve pipettes the tincture into a cup of water. “You said a five, and you lie. Knowing you, it’s closer to an eight, you just don’t want to tell me.” 

It might not be as extreme as an eight now, laying down and bandaged, but it hurts badly and a tincture would solve this. Still, you say, “It’s fine, I don’t need it.” 

He brings the glass regardless and puts it on the nightstand. Your bed is yards too big for one person, even two, but when Steve sits next to you he leaves no room between you. He looks down at you fondly. Brown hair like down feather falls against his forehead. 

“You’re going to be in pain for a long time.” He brings a hand to your cheek again. “It might sound tame, a plateau fracture, but that’s still a fracture. You know doctors say fracture when they mean broken, right? You broke your leg. It’s okay to want pain relief.” 

“I knew that. I didn’t know you knew it.” 

“Impolite.” He ducks down to look you in the eyes. You’re a little skewiff, straight to his sideways, but it gets a point across. He wants to kiss you while you’ve said something maddening. “I don’t see why you’re so insistent on pretending it hasn’t happened and that you’re fine. You got hurt, and you’ll stay hurt for a while. It might be weeks of bed and– and you need to be looked after. I don’t know why you’re so guilty about it.” 

“I’m not guilty,” you deny guilty, turning your face to lean into his hand, rather than continue to face his imploring gaze. “I just… I’m not used to this. Before, if something went wrong, I couldn’t just lay down and wait to get better, and I surely wouldn’t be laying here with doctors and servants and the ladies in waiting all trying to make sure– It’s like it’s not my fault, and that doesn’t make any sense. I don’t want to be a burden on everyone. More than I already am,” you add, a bitter mumble nearly lost to his palm. 

He makes a promise, then, turning your face to the light. “I’ll take care of you,” he says. 

“It’s rotten work.” 

Steve shakes his head gently. “Not to me. Not if it’s you.” 

You press your tongue to your teeth, worried you’ll say something you’ll regret. You don’t want him to go. You want him to mean exactly what he says, to stay here and take care of you, and to enjoy doing it. Wouldn’t it be nice to be loved for love's sake? 

Steve shuffles inward and encourages your head into his lap, thrusting pillows aside to take up station against your headboard. He frames your face, upside down, before both hands begin to run down your arms. A hug, in a way, as he twists his face to kiss the skin beside your eye. You squint at the proximity. 

“You’re not a burden,” he says, hands climbing upwards now, warm and steady where they travel, “you’re my wife. My cherished wife, remember?” 

His tone is silk. 

“You… haven’t proved to be a wretched husband,” you confess. 

“I did try. But loving you has been easy. It makes husbandry a gift.” He laughs at his grandiose and gives you a kiss that’s more familiar by your ear, his pleading, searching kisses, the kind he likes to press to all your softest junctures. “I wish you could understand that we’re marked for a reason. We were always meant to be together, and I couldn’t have asked for a better person to stand with me. I’m happy you’re here. I want to take care of you.” 

Not if it’s you, he’d said. 

You wonder if it might be okay to cry. He’s massaging your arms, still bent in half over you trying to kiss some belief in him into your forehead. 

“It’ll be okay,” he murmurs between chaste, silent kisses, “really. You don’t have to pretend things don’t hurt you anymore.” 

You feel strange, then, shivery and weak as you turn your face into his thigh. His hand slips behind your back to hold you.

“Can I convince you to drink this tincture now?” he asks, just above your ear. 

“I love you,” you mumble. 

He pauses his trailing hands. You squeeze your eyes closed, but he doesn’t pause for long enough to scare you. “I love you,” he says. “Since the day we met, I’ve loved you. I’ll take care of you.” 

He is easy to believe. 

[vityaposting]

jayvik x transman bf reader :3? maybe like dysphoria comfort ((maybe with a little smut if you feel like it..,,.)) anyways BLUSHES i love viktor hes the loml ^_^ (i couldnt tell if you write male reader,, sweat drop)

hi i am SO sorry this took so long!! its been a hell of a week lol but i didnt forget about i promise!! and yes ofc i write male reader, esp transmasc reader, we’re so underrepresented in the jayvik fandom frfr. i wasn’t really feeling like nsfw for this one im sorry but i have some softness and happiness instead :3

jayvik x transmasc!reader — dysphoria days (sfw) (1400)

It’s nearly midnight when you hear the apartment door creak open, and you perk up just a bit, the day’s sorrows temporarily forgotten. The sound of Jayce’s laughter hits you first. “V, you’re a menace, I’m telling you. One of these days you’ll burn the whole Academy to the ground.”

He seems surprisingly energetic considering how late it is—his gaze lights up when he sees you waiting on the couch. Viktor follows him, shoulders drooping with exhaustion, but he gives you the smallest of smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

Viktor’s chuckle is scathing, but it makes your heart flutter anyway. “And you enable my behavior, so if they throw me into Stillwater you’re coming right along with me.”

Jayce clearly sees it pointless to argue, so he turns his attention to you. “Hey there, sweetheart.” You nearly fly into the air as he flops onto the cushion next to you, but a strong arm around your shoulders keeps you still. When he places an eager kiss against your temple, you feel your face burn. “How was work?”

“We missed you,” Viktor says quietly, settling down much more gently on your other side, leaning his crutch against the coffee table. “We made wonderful progress. Do you remember that equation I was telling you about—the one Jayce couldn’t solve for the life of him?”

Jayce shoots a halfhearted glare across the couch. “You fell asleep at the workbench during three separate experiments today. You’re one to talk about my work habits.”

“And I told you I’ll rest. There are two of you and only one of me, and I know how you both get when you think I’ve been up for too long, hmm?” His head lands on your shoulder, and his hand finds yours, long, thin fingers trailing across the back. You know what he’s about to say before he says it, but you find yourself burning anyway: “Solnyshko, you are so quiet. Something’s bothering you.” It’s a statement, not a question: he’s always been perceptive. And he certainly doesn’t like being lied to.

You can’t find yourself in it to try. “It’s been a rough day, I guess,” you provide by way of an excuse.

That’s all it takes for both of your boyfriends to zero their attention on you. Viktor’s quiet determination sharpens, and his grip on your hand becomes infinitesimally stronger. Jayce seems surprised to learn there’s anything wrong at all, but he’s threading his hand through your hair before you can blink, his golden eyes wide with concern.

“Sweetheart,” Jayce breathes. “What happened?”

“Nothing, I just—nothing out of the ordinary.” You feel a bit silly now, bringing up something that has always been a thorn in your side (or a hundred or so gigantic thorns in your heart, if you want to be accurate) but it’s a bit too late to back down. “I’d… been out to get the groceries. I was so excited at first, since I knew you’d both be home tonight and we could finally spend a night in and just be together, but when I went to check out, I made the grave mistake of speaking.” You laugh humorlessly. Viktor’s brows knit with sympathy; Jayce places a reassuring kiss against the shell of your ear. “And you know what happens when I speak.”

The cashier’s cheery tone rings in your ears again: have a wonderful rest of your day, ma’am! It’s the saccharine sweetness with which the word is always said it really gets to you, because it’s never malicious. It would hurt less if it was… but all it is is a reminder that in their eyes, you are something else entirely. The world sees a lie.

One word is usually all it takes for a steady wave of agony to follow. Your voice gave you away—but was that it? It was hard to avoid self consciously tugging at your shirt, changing your gait, squaring your shoulders. All these little things you did wrong. All these little things that made the rest of the world see something that didn’t even exist. Sometimes, you feel more like an illusion than a person, floating from person to person and watching them take in your fractured reflection.

Until you get home.

You don’t realize your breath has quickened until Jayce’s strong hand cups your jaw and forces you to look right at him. “Hey,” he says. “I get it, sweet boy. I really do. I’m so sorry you had to deal with that.”

“And you are more of a man than anyone who cannot see you for who you truly are,” Viktor butts in bluntly. “You are the handsomest and most beautiful person I’ve ever had the privilege to love—don’t start, Jayce, you know what I mean.” Jayce grins, biting off his joking retort. “And loving you is such a privilege,” Viktor continues. “My wonderful boyfriends… you are my greatest joys. I don’t know who else would drag me out of that godforsaken lab in the middle of the night.”

Jayce peppers kisses from the line of your jaw up to the corner of your eye, drawing giggles out of you all the while. “I could go on and on about what makes you so wonderful. Those people don’t see you the way we do. Would they ever stop to notice how your eyes change when the light hits them? Or how your whole face goes soft when you get complimented?”

“Pretty boy,” Viktor adds, just to test this hypothesis.

“You fluster so easily,” whispers Jayce. He runs his hand through your hair, twirling a few strands around his fingers, while Viktor trails a feather-light touch up your arm. Viktor stops at your shoulder before leaning forward to press a kiss against the hollow of your throat. You can’t help but draw in a shuddering breath as your skin lights up with electricity. You’re sure you must be glowing as brightly as the hextech contraptions in their lab.

“See?” he whispers. “Beautiful. Look at you.”

You want to protest, but with all the attention being leveled at you, you find you don’t have the strength. You can only relax further as Viktor takes your hand and presses five chaste kisses against your knuckles, and as Jayce leans closer to whisper in your ear. “You know, we could spend hours showing you everything we love about you, but I think we have dinner to make, don’t we?”

You manage a short laugh. “I’m not feeling well and you two just take the opportunity to tease me?”

“Teasing you is just a bonus,” Viktor huffs. “We actually just want to make sure you eat. I know you’d get on me about not having dinner.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Vitenka. You did have lunch, right?”

He makes a little ehh noise that forces a snort out of you. Predictable as ever.

“Yeah, I even brought something up from the cafeteria,” Jayce says. “It didn’t work. How about this. I’ll do the cooking tonight, and my poor malnourished darlings can stay here and relax, hm?”

“I’d like to argue, but I don’t think tonight’s the night,” Viktor says. Tucking his head into the crook of your neck, he draws patterns against the back of your hand, humming to himself. “I am terribly in love with you,” he mutters. “It’s honestly a little surprising. The both of you hit me like an airship hits a bird in the sky.”

“That sounds gruesome,” Jayce says. He kisses your forehead once, then Viktor’s and heaves himself off the couch. “Alright. Dinnertime. V, I’ll add extra spices just for you, and…” His gaze softens as it lands on you. “I love you so much, okay? No matter what.”

His perfect golden-boy smile makes your heart melt. “I love you too.”

He gives your shoulder one last squeeze before disappearing into the kitchen. For a moment, the living room is silent, but soon Viktor clears his throat. “The world is wrong about you. I know who you are. You are so precious to us, no matter what anyone else sees when they look at you. Everything you are,” he murmurs, “and everything you will ever be, I love you, crasafchek.”

You press your cheek to his hair, grinning like a lovestruck fool, a little grateful he can’t see. The sound of clattering pots and pans echoes from the kitchen—the domesticity of it all wraps you in a quiet peace, and you may or may not drift off with Viktor in your arms before dinner is even done.

[misskattylashes]

I need to vent about Alex

No I need to vent about everyone who is commenting ‘oh he looks so sad’ under the latest recent with Louise;

Shut up shut up shut up!

Stop behaving as though Louise is holding him hostage and he is some child being dragged through the streets of New York by his mother. He is a 38 year old man, a multi millionaire and one of the most successful British musicians of all time. Alex is there because he wants to be.

Last year when we had the miserable photos with Louise, during the tour, I could make excuses for him. In the US ticket, sales were low and he needed publicity and the US is the market that loves the AM era straight Alex image, so fair enough. But now, there is no excuse.

Obviously, I am a Milxer, I believe Louise is a beard, a fake girlfriend to make them think he is straight. If this is the case there is still no need to feel sorry for him. If he feels that insecure he can’t even risk being single (no one is talking about coming out, that’s for him to do when he’s ready), but he doesn’t have to be photographed time after time like his world is coming to an end. He wants to appease the fans who want him to be straight, he wants to appease the blokey British AM fans who expect him to be straight. Once again, it is his choice.

If you believe him and Louise are together for real but in some strange relationship where they don’t see each other often, and they don’t like each other, but he stays with her because he feels guilty for cheating on Taylor with her, then for one I think this is a ridiculous assumption, but regardless, it is his choice. It’s been six years now, he could dump her if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. So once again, don’t feel sorry for him.

I have zero sympathy for him because I don’t think he needs it. This is his life choice. Maybe he enjoys being miserable. Some people are like that.

[ellsieee]

The return of Blue Boys did not disappoint. I went in prepared to suffer but came out with heart eyes.

I liked that they showed the viewers just how much the break up messed Nami up. It's not really clear how much time has passed post break up, but Sol mentions that Nami is withdrawn and not meeting up with friends now, so I assume that at least a few weeks have passed since ep 4 in order for people to notice a change.

I always get butterflies when we can see how much Nami likes Jaemin. He can't stop thinking about Jaemin and is probably torturing himself with thoughts of what he could have done differently.

In any other circumstance, I would feel bad for Sol. It's really brave of her to confess, and Nami throwing off her hand like that was really harsh.

Translation note: Nami uses a gender neutral term, so it's more like he's saying "I have a lover". Thanks @.vickyawesome99! Nami isn't over Jaemin at all. 🥹

When I remember what this bitch did to Jaemin, my sympathy meter immediately goes to zero. How dumb is she? Why would she admit to all that? She's asking Nami to hate her.

Yassss! I got so much satisfaction from the Sol smackdown. He basically used the "I wouldn't date you if you were the last person on earth" line on her and I was cackling. I hope this is the last we see of her. She better not show up again in ep 8!

Nami is sorry he didn't hold Jaemin's hand until the end. Wahhhh 😭. Though I don't think Nami has anything to apologize for. He didn't know about Sol threatening Jaemin and Jaemin didn't tell him about it or about how he felt scared and alienated because their lives seemed so different. Nami apologizing shows his sincerity towards Jaemin and how much he wants to make their relationship work.

Ahhhhhhh. I love how much Nami loves Jaemin. Nami would forgive Jaemin anything.

Nami is the best. 💖 Maybe a little too perfect. Nami would have been well within his rights to be a little upset that Jaemin broke up with him without a proper explanation. I kind of wanted to see Jaemin grovel a little. 🙊

I'm living for the way Nami's faces scrunches as he is overcome with emotion. I'm so happy my boys are back together.

This is the second time Jaemin has kissed Nami. It's so cute how surprised and pleased Nami is each time Jaemin initiates a kiss.

They are adorable. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. 😭 Huge heart eyes, I swear.

Now both of them need to walk themselves into Jaemin's bed for some uncut sexy time.

[kuromipuzzles2000]

am gonna go insane again, fr why people not stop to my blog to look into the lore of my Swap AU when they see SMG3 x "MR. PUZZLES" before throw shit at me

i am already crying, i can't do what i see necessary for my script anymore or what?

i thought this world was free to express yourself? do you guys take so SERIOUS what Mr. Puzzles did to the crew!? this is ridiculous

Mr. Puzzles hasn't even kill anyone yet! all he did was traumatized the crew with his actions (not even he had cause any canon scars, the scars SMG4 and Meggy are portrayed by fans, they in canon not have scars) and sink a castle! what Mr. Puzzles did i am so sorry but is less horrible than for example FRANCIS or ZERO did, with even more plot and the fact they TOOK LIVES of Desti and Axol

you really take him so serious!? fr!? how traumatized you are for take what a fictional character did for deny him have friends, get mercy, get to love and only deserve pain and suffering!?

so affected you are to make you think he no deserve human compression too?

and for no deserve human compression you too attack Alternate Universes Mr. Puzzles that hasn't done anything wrong? like in case of SMGP?

....i am tired of see people take Mr. Puzzles only as a heartless monster...he isn't...a...true heartless monster and that all he deserves is be abused by everyone, canon and not canon characters...

maybe i am not...full human, or am i a monster when i no had done any crime? or i am SO DEAD INSIDE!? to care about "DA REAL NATURE OF MR. PUZZLES!!! A FUCKING MONSTER THAT NO DESERVES MERCY OR ANY SYMPATHY! BECAUSE HE KILLED 400 PEOPLE, SCARRED MEGGY AND SMG4 AND SINKED PRINCESS PEACH'S CASTLE WITHOUT ANY REMORSE! MWEHEHEHEH!"

....fr i repeat it again...i thought this world was for express your creativity...not for supress it

[peaches2217]

Honesty may be the best policy here.

General nonsense under the cut!

So I got dealt a massive blow here recently. Out of respect for the privacy of those involved, I won’t go into detail, but I feel absolutely worthless and of no value to anyone unless I can do favors or churn out content. It’s taken me several days to process and put those feelings into words. But resigning myself to the notion that I’m worthless beyond what I can offer made it hurt a little less, which is why I took that vow to log out until I had something ready to publish; I tried coming back anyway, but that notion told me I had zero right and pushed me right back off. 😅

I’m fairly certain those feelings are ultimately selfish, because the whole situation is complex, but my place in that situation made me feel worth less than dirt; even if it’s selfish, acknowledging that I’m hurt and that’s driven me into less-than-positive habits and mindsets is better than just letting myself spiral again. I owe betterment to my self and to everyone who’s ever supported me. If I ultimately deserve it, then I wanna own up to that. The last couple times I’ve tried saying something along those lines over lesser issues, I got told I sounded like I was marching around in a little one-man pity parade and speaking shallow words in an effort to get sympathy. I don’t know how to say any of this any other way, so I guess I have to accept that it might sound shallow, and for that I apologize. All I can say is that I truly mean what I’m trying to say, no pleading for pity, just sincere remorse.

With that, I wanna say I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I’ve placed too much importance in my own image and my place in things. I’m sorry if my ego’s been over-inflated here lately. I’m really grateful for all of the kind people I’ve met on here, and all the support I’ve been shown, and I’m sorry that I haven’t shown that same kind of support and kindness back. Please tell me if there’s anything I can do to make up for it, for each of y’all personally. I say “I wanna do better” a lot, so maybe it doesn’t mean anything anymore, but if there’s any tangible way I can be and do better, I wanna see to it however I can.

[galadrieljones]

In regards to Varric's flagged death

- he's getting up there in years. He's reaching toward the wise old mentor trope, and those don't usually survive

- it would be a pretty emotional opening and an immediate reason to be angry with Solas/Rook - especially new players

- his writer was let go from bioware

- Varric has always been willing to let others take the spotlight, but this time, he put himself in the most dangerous position possible to try to talk Solas down while Rook ran the slidelines.

And then there's this:

https://www.tumblr.com/corseque/753195522694774784/im-sorry-if-other-people-saw-this-already-but-i?source=share

Hmm, yes. I saw that post, and I reblogged. Just playing friendly Devil's Advocate here. I think most of this is interpretive. Killing off a "wise old mentor" takes a while longer. Varric hasn't really been a wise old mentor. I don't recall that really as his role at all in Inquisition. He's terribly reluctant, in fact, to be there. Plus, he's what, like fifty? Maybe I'm old, but that is not that old lol. And even if he is a "wise old mentor," wise old mentors, like Obi-Wan Kenobi, or Hershel Greene from The Walking Dead, typically die as self-sacrifices after having completed their narrative purpose in a truly meaningful way. That is not what's going on here with Varric. If he's just getting stabbed by Solas, then like, that's not meaningful at all.

Also, the writers really don't need a reason to rally us against Solas. If a player is so new that they don't know Solas, then they don't know Varric either, so killing him off would be largely meaningless to them and instead would just alienate older, more loyal players. Killing Varric in the first scene would feel very "The Last of Us 2" in that it would seem to serve no real purpose other than to create moral hardship for the player, in a way that has no connection to their choices. That's not really Bioware's style.

The writers have also expressed a lot of sympathy toward Solas. Why would they have Solas stab Varric?? Even if Solas was so far gone, he's just killing everyone left and right (the trailer doesn't communicate this at all, btw), why would Solas stab anyone with a knife? Solas can kill people with his eyeball lasers. We've seen it.

I suppose that if Varric dies, and it's an accident, then that is different; however, this would, I feel, betray his character in a way that would greatly disappoint me and many others. His writer being laid off is also not really a reason to assume they'd kill the character she wrote, too. If anything, I would think they'd try to preserve his integrity, unless we think they're just sadists, and if we do, why are we playing their games?? Maybe it's wishful thinking, and possibly it is, but killing a beloved OG like Varric on day one, with the player having zero choice in the matter, just to piss people off and also because Varric is getting a little "old" is illogical. It would, I think, betray their tendencies up until now. If it happens, it's probably a bad choice. Just my two cents, of course!

[infernalodie]

Hi! :) could you please do black male reader who’s known for sleeping around finally gets tied down by Maddy, who starts dating him. And then Cassie somehow convinces her that the reader is cheating her (like maybe with a fake picture or smth, and she believes it bc the reader was in his hoe era before meeting Maddy), so as payback Maddy flirts with another guy or smth petty like that, and Maddy and reader get into a fight, only for her to find out Cassie was lying and that the evidence was fake. Sorry if this is confusing, idk how to phrase this idea.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥"

Inspo: 6lack - Disconnect

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Black!Male!reader

Summary: There's a disconnect...

Warnings: Just full-on angst

Words: 1757

If there was one thing most could say about you it was the undeniable fact that you were a man whore. Sleeping around and never blinking in the face of broken-hearted girls that thought more to surface from the nights of sex—screaming to the heavens or anyone that would give them their ear that you treated them like a mere toy. And you were OK with that.

Maybe you lacked in self-love or you lacked in sympathy for the girls you had hooked up with. But you also just didn’t have the eyes or justified feelings for them. You were just a kid enjoying his young life before responsibilities and adulthood caught up to him. So, although you were fine with the impression or title given, it create problems for girls that you had an interest in.

Maddy Perez had been in your life since Grade 1. Although the two of you grew up together, she never talked to you much. If she was placed in a group project with you, the two of you conversed when need be. But as the years passed and the two of you grew, the very eye-opening feelings you felt were alarming to you.

But when the time came to push and shove, forcing you into a corner where you felt the only option was to finally talk to the girl, you did. Now, you might not admit it, but Maddy sure would. You were a bumbling, nervous, jittery idiot when you finally had the stones to try and hold a conversation with her. And since you had zero idea of what type of interests she had, it was just you asking questions and her answering.

Except, with the finality in you two talking, Maddy finally took notice of you. Having heard all the things the girls said about you, but didn’t care much. Now, having a conversation with you, she finally saw you. Taking notice of your presence down the halls, in class, in the parking lot, or at parties. And one of those parties after months of conversation had made you say to her what you had always wanted to.

“I like you, Maddy.”

The girl’s eyes shot wide in shock with her head anchoring to look up at you. Already finding you staring down at her, lips formed into a soft smile. One so pure and genuine, only confirming the confession held the same qualities. And it made her melt into your chest, soaking up the warmth that felt too different from Nate’s or any other guy she’d hooked up with in the past. She loved it.

Holding your face, she leaned up and kissed you. A gentle sigh fluttered from your nose as you cupped her cheek and pulled her closer. Lips moving in tandem and masterful expression of the love the two of you shared. But even before the kiss and confession, the way your hips moved against hers and the way you left love bites across her neck, across her stomach, and inside of her thighs, the love was already there. So apparent and clear that there was something truly special here.

When Maddy parted, it was only a breath away. Her eyes were still closed as she savoured the taste of your lips for a moment longer. Long enough to make her feel satisfied and content, allowing her to finally open her eyes and meet your gaze.

“I love you, Y/n.”

And sadly, when people found out that the two of you were dating were happy, they didn’t share the same feelings. Most girl’s not being afraid of being confrontational with Maddy. But she had no problem smashing a few girls' faces off walls or lockers as you watched with an amused glint in your eyes.

But a person that appeared back in Maddy’s life made it her goal to ruin the serenity between you and Maddy. Striving forward to Wiesel herself in Maddy’s life, Maddy allowed it. Even after your warnings and reminder of what she had done, Maddy allowed her in.

You should’ve known that this had been the first sign. A totem to the future that would be the downfall of the fantasy you were building with your girlfriend. And sadly, you were correct in that thought because only a month of Cassie being back with Maddy, it resulted in Maddy ignoring your texts and ignoring you in general for 4 days. No calls, no texts, nothing to show that she was alive.

Although you didn’t like to control her and you never wanted to, Cassie reappearing after all the bullshit that happened with Nate, you wanted Maddy to stay away from the blonde. You just wanted to save her from the pain of the memories and possible threats that would come back for her. She didn’t deserve it, but she was beginning to take on a naive identity that didn’t suit her one bit.

So, after making calls and texts, you found out that Maddy was attending a party. Driving over, you weren’t afraid of showing the anxiety and frustration in your figure or expression. Hearing the booming music and teenagers screaming in hysterics from the effects of alcohol and otherworldy drugs involved.

Entering the house, you were greeted by the harsh musk of sweat and alcohol lingering in the air. A shroud of suffocation wrapped around your throat as you moved and pushed through the drunk kids.

Finally spotting Maddy, you pursed your lips and approached her. But your step faltered with your expression shifting into confusion. A guy had his hands on her hips, a smile dancing along his face and Maddy shared the similarity.

And it had been an impulse for you to walk over and grab the guy by the collar of his shirt. “Keep your fucking hands off of her or else you’ll be leaving in a body bag, yeah?” The boy nodded frantically, leaving you to shove him to the side, where he stumbled and quickly walked to the backdoor.

Grabbing Maddy’s hand, you guided her through the crowd and up the stairs. Once you found a room, you allowed her to enter first before you followed. Glancing down both ends of the hall before shutting the door and locking it. Turning to her, you found her jaw clenched and her brow raised in expectation. A brand new look that she hadn’t sported when it came to you.

“What the hell is going on, Maddy?” You questioned. “Did I do something wrong?”

The girl couldn’t help but scoff as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. “Don’t fucking play dumb, Y/n,” she hissed. “If you want to fool around with other people, then I’ll do the same. And if you want to break up, just save me the time and just fuckin’ say it.”

You stared down at her, brows knitted together as you couldn’t help but laugh. “What?” Was all you could ask, licking your lips as you shook your head with a frown. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Cassie told me and showed me the pictures of you sexting some random-”

“You seriously believed the girl that betrayed you? Over me?” You questioned. “Listen, I would understand if it came from Kat or Lexi, but Cassie? You believed her before ever asking me? What’s wrong with you, Maddy? In a million years, through all the bullshit we’ve been together, you think I would betray you?”

Grabbing her phone, you zoomed into the photo around the texts and laughed. Turning it towards her. “The font is fucking different, Maddy,” you spat. “Why the fuck would you trust her?”

The disconnect was sizable with a pit of thorns dividing her from you. Two complete sides of a world that she had created without a second thought. A miscommunication error she had made in the heat of the moment, in the moment of anger, in the moment of revenge. But she believed there was still a way to reach you. To construct a bridge to you and patch over the sizable wound between the two of you.

But the longer she stared at you through the crystalized clouds in her eyes, the longer she saw the storm surrounding you. The pain that swam in the depths of your eyes and the coldness of her words made your body tremble. All her actions and words had created a burn mark in your heart. Becoming a solid reminder for you that she had done something on her own terms and never once took a moment to confide in you. To hear your side of the story.

And now, seeing the large divide, the fate that she brought onto herself, she knew the connection was severed. All of it was done by her.

Licking your lips, you furiously wiped your eyes, blowing out a slow and restrained breath. “I don’t know what you think love is Maddy, but this isn’t it.” You motioned between the both of you. “You should trust what I tell you. You shouldn’t be trusting your ex-best friend over your boyfriend. That isn’t right or fair to me.”

“I d-didn’t know,” she reasoned, walking towards you. “I promise you, I didn’t realize it until now. I know, I fucked up badly. But please, Y/n, don’t do this.”

She was severed from reality, living in a fantasy that couldn’t be any farther from the truth. Because you stared down at this girl, unable to feel that this wasn’t just some boyfriend/girlfriend type of break up. You were just done. You were so tired after the days of silence and her inability to reach out and speak to you. And she’d done this all on the whim of Cassie’s reliability with facts. And she fucking trusted her over you.

But the longer you stared at her, you realized the fantasy you wanted to create wasn’t for you. It was simply for her to do this shit and expect you to forgive her.

“Don’t do that,” you muttered. “Don’t act like I have all the cards and decisions in my hand–I don’t, Maddy! I am doing what is best for me, alright? You fucking ended this, not me.” You stared down at her for a moment, seeing those beautiful eyes filled with tears as she sniffled, whimpering when you finally willed yourself to move around her and walked away.

The disconnect was life-threatening as it slowly broke the pair’s hearts down little by little, until, finally, it turned to dust.

[hacked-by-jake]

Is the new game actually pay-to-win instead of a premium package like duskwood?

I was a little disappointed when i saw the comments on the official post saying that you have to pay to open every single pic/video/text individually :(

So, here's the thing. I'm planning to make a bigger posts with all my thoughts, of course. But nevertheless, I want to answer the asks anyway.

And well, what should I say.. Yep, pay to win. But not only that. Because there's a premium option you can buy. And of course, I did. Jokes on us, or on Everbyte, because, and I say this as warning for all of you. The premium package won't give you access to everything. Stupidly. Because even if you got the premium package, you still have to buy things like videos etc with the diamonds. Which are way too expensive, hard to get, and you definitely need them more for the mini games. And not only a couple of diamonds, no, 25. And if you don't have them, sad, then no video for you.

I wasn't able to watch one video. Even if I bought the premium. Because after unlocking a video with 19 diamonds, a couple of minutes later they want to you pay 25 more diamonds. And I had zero at this point. So, no video for me.

And I guess no video/s for many of us. Which is very sad and it makes me mad. I paid and got almost nothing. So please think about if you buy the premium right aways. It's a good amount of money. And maybe we should wait until the next episode to see if it's really worth it. Because I have the hope that Everbyte will change a couple of things.

And all my sympathy goes out to all of you. To everyone who couldn't see the videos etc. I'm sorry. It is absolutely not fair. 🫂

[dateko]

˚｡⋆ FOREVERMORE | GOJO SATORU

contents — fluff/angst, a lil banter, gojo being a lil vulnerable, a lil late night drive, also reader is implied to be afab!

a/n: — 2k words of not being quite sure what this is other than the fact it made a very angsty turn towards the end which i did not plan for because this fic is a dusty year old draft!!! (pls enjoy regardless hahah)

An incessant, flickering beam makes its way through your window in the quiet of your small, dimly lit bedroom. It appears to be beckoning you, almost like it's trying to call you out. Confused and admittedly a bit scared for your grown age, you close the hefty novel you’d been dutifully reading shut and creep gingerly toward the window. You hide beneath the curtains, careful not to move around too much. Then slowly, you sneak a quick peek at the persistent light outside. 

There, in his expensive imported sports car with a large flashlight in his hold, sits Gojo Satoru and that goofy signature grin of his. The silly man you undoubtedly call your boyfriend and who you, unfortunately, love more than the normal amount. Letting go of the air you’d been holding in with a relieved giggle, you quickly open your window.

“What the hell, ‘Toru! You scared the shit out of me!” You hissed, bringing a hand to your forehead.

“Sorry, Princess!” He calls back, carrying absolutely zero sympathy in his voice, before revealing a familiar bag of sugary drinks and sweet treats to you. “Say… Are you free for a little late-night getaway? I’ve got all your favorites.”

“You’re terrible,” You shake your head in utter disbelief, giggling at how ridiculous he could be. “Hold on, I’ll be down in sec.”

Grabbing your most treasured sweater (a stolen one of Satoru’s) and bag, you bolt out the door and launch yourself down the steps in a love-stricken flurry. Neighbors be damned, you were too excited to even care about the chaos of elephant footsteps you make. As you make your way down the stairs, you can’t help but begin to feel so much younger. Like a high schooler reborn again, you hadn’t realized how much you missed the giddy excitement that stemmed from forgetting your responsibilities. It was almost as if life had always been this thrilling. A late-night drive with your incredibly handsome boyfriend and pretending that you positively did not have a class to teach, plus a gruesome training session with your students waiting for you the following morning. 

And that certainly was Satoru for you. Always sweeping you off your feet and doing everything you didn’t think you needed. He’s always too good, too perfect. The man is always somewhere off where he is required, always somewhere trying his best. Yet somehow, he makes sure to save time for you. Gojo Satoru always goes above and beyond. There is never a limit to the things he does.

Meeting him outside, you walk up to his open window, where his face sports a grin you could spot miles away. “Do you know what time it is?” You squeeze his cheek playfully

“I do.” He blinks, taking your hand to press it flat against his cheek instead. 

“You don’t have… I don’t know… A class tomorrow? Curses to exorcise?”

Satoru blinks twice, now peppering kisses into your palm. “I do.” 

Your brow raises at his response, and you retract your hand to cross your arms. “Then… Shouldn’t you be preparing for that?”

The azure-eyed man sighs, leaning his head against his seatback to stare at you adoringly. “I just couldn’t sleep right... Probably because I’ve been thinking about you too much.”

His cheesy line causes your nose to scrunch up, though you can’t help but feel a pang of worry in your stomach at his words. “On second thought, I’m leaving.”

“Oh, just get in here already.” Satoru whines your name, quick to tug the back of your sweater and pull you in. 

Smiling widely, you enter the passenger seat and immediately slot in your favorite CD before looking at your hopeless boyfriend. “You didn’t really think I’d just go back and leave, did you?” 

“Maybe a little bit,” He shrugs, turning behind him as he reverses the car. “You can get way too intense sometimes.”

You hum in response as you ogle at his bicep and brush off the way he smirks at you. Ignoring the way your boyfriend of many years continues to make you blush like a young pubescent girl at the sight of his muscles, you reach into the bag in front of you to pull out a snack. It’s a surprise Satoru stays rather silent beside you, driving with a soft smile on his lips as he hums along with the familiar tunes you both grew up listening to. It’s strange. There are no cheesy one-liners or teasing remarks. Just him. 

“So where exactly are you taking me, anyway?” You decide to inquire, reaching over to feed him a snack as he keeps his eyes trained on the road. 

“Hey, that’s cheating!” His mouth is full, and you puff dramatically in response as you lean against the door to watch him with a comforting expression on your face. “You’ll see in a bit. Almost there.”

Knowing you’d never be able to beat his stubbornness, you continue to bask in the peaceful drive to whatever mystery location Satoru’s taking you to. You watch him solemnly, eyeing the way his lips hold a small smile, yet as you drive under each street lamp, you don’t miss the sight of how tired he really looks. These days, you see him less, and his missions seem to grow in length. More curses pop up in every direction, more colleagues pass, and with how incredibly undermanned the Jujutsu society is, the burden is inevitably thrown onto Gojo Satoru’s plate. He’s gone before you know it.

It’s unfair and cruel, but it’s what you’ve known your entire life.

A part of you wonders why Satoru even bothered driving when you both know he's fully capable of teleporting. You hypothesize that it is for old times' sake. It was near that certain time of year. While your boyfriend could sometimes be emotional about the past, you're no better. In the backburner of your minds, you both desperately wish you could return to the days of your youth. The very youth you never could grasp, taken from you before you knew it. You were naive and power-hungry, too blind to notice anything else around you, too eager to grow up and have the world grovel at your feet. You wish you could have changed it all. But now, as you watch Satoru, a few years older and a little bit wiser, the only thing you can think about is just how lucky you are to have him here. 

You don’t realize Satoru’s parked already when you blink at the feeling of his thick fingers flicking your forehead, and you hear the click of his seatbelt. “Jeez, Babe. I know I’m handsome, I can hear you thinking too hard in that pretty little head of yours.”

Scoffing, you brush his hand away as you exit the car, taking the snack bag along with you. “What makes you so sure I was thinking about you?”

“You’re really asking me that? You love me.” He answers confidently, grinning wide until his dimples show when you catch up to him to wrap yourself around his arm. Your hand interlaces with his so effortlessly, not an ounce of infinity between the two of you. Never with you.

“Yes, Satoru. I love you so much that I’d let you take me to…” Your eyes scan around the dark trees and eerie silence. You wouldn’t be surprised if Satoru dragged you on one of his extra missions. “...A deserted forest?”

“Just a little further. You’ll know it when you see it.”

Not once letting go of your hand, Satoru leads you up a hill that overlooks the entire city. It’s quiet during this hour of the night. The city below you seems to be blanketed in a hush of tranquil sleep, yet the lights stay on wide awake and alert. You realize you rarely gave much thought to the world like this. The world you’ve all fought so damn hard to keep together and safe. The very world that only seems to take and never give.

A chin rests on your shoulder, strong arms find a comfortable home around your waist. “Know where we are, Sweetheart?”

You ponder for a moment, letting the night breeze kiss your cheeks. “This is the exact spot where I launched you during the sister-school event.” 

“What? No, it’s not.” Satoru pouts as he squeezes you tighter. “Okay, maybe. But you’re still missing something.”

You place a playful finger to your lips, looking up at him. You know exactly where you are. This very spot served as a haven for what you could call your rebellious youth. “Ah! This is where you forced me to kiss you and then confessed your undying love to me. Holding my hand and begging me like a little boy to stay in Tokyo while Shoko had to bring you back to life.”

“Hey! You totally kissed me first!” His offended tone makes you laugh, running your hands down his arms. “And confessed too!” 

Deciding to let him get his way since you’ll never hear the end of it, you turn yourself around in his hold to look at him properly. The lighthearted conversation ceases with a short hum from your lips, indicating conceding. When you look at him, his blue eyes are already trained on yours with almost a serious glint to them. The expression on his face is somewhat unreadable like he’s someplace far out of your reach. Here, arms wrapped around you, fully standing and breathing, is Satoru. But you know more than enough that his mind is somewhere elsewhere.

“Tell me.” You whisper.

Satoru looks out at the city and then back to you. Another glance out, a longer one back to you. He holds two worlds he’s tried to keep safe for so long. He’s exhausted, so incredibly worn out without you. When you watch him with that worried expression of yours, his mind replays the question he’s always asked himself. Is he the strongest because he’s Gojo Satoru? Or is he Gojo Satoru because he’s the strongest? Desperately, he’s been searching for an answer. But when he looks at you, he sees everything. All of the infinity, perhaps even beyond that. Satoru is almost certain that the answer has always been out of the question. It’s always been you for him.

“I had this dream about Megumi earlier today… About us and…” He trails off, voice going soft. 

You know who he’s talking about, and you don’t prod. You wait patiently, watching him exhale with a small shake of his head. 

“I just… I wish it would get easier. For the kids, you know? There’s always something," He rests his forehead against yours. "This same story never ends, does it?” You’ve never heard him sound so lost. Satoru was always sure of himself, confident in everything. 

“It will. I promise you, Satoru. What, you think everything we’ve done is all for nothing?” Your voice never wavers, and you place both hands on the sides of his cheeks. “We’re gonna reform the world from the bottom up. Isn’t that what you told me? We're not going to let anything bad happen to those kids.”

“You know, you're starting to sound a lot like me. Perhaps a little prettier.”

“Takes one to know one,” You shrug, not once looking away. “But I’m serious. I’m stuck with you till the end.”

Suddenly, Satoru groans and moves out of your hold, stretches his long arms in the air, and takes your hand. He moves as if he’s been rejuvenated from your words alone, ready to take on anything else that decides to stand in his way. You realize that Satoru’s always just needed a push, something to land on when he feels like falling. No matter what, you’d be there.

“God, do I love you. Ah, we should just kill the higher-ups?”

You roll your eyes, pulling him down to plant a long kiss on his soft lips. It’s passionate and sincere, feeling almost as if it was pulled straight from a storybook with the way the trees flutter behind you and the breeze picks up your hair. In this kiss you share, you can feel both his yearning and his pain. You can feel all of it. The entirety of his love courses into your soul, and you tilt your head just so he can push further and prove it a little more. Asking him to spare some of his burdens onto you.

“Let’s get this job done first, yeah?”

[sweetyyhippyy]

No Possibility. Eddie Munson x fem! reader. *ANGST*

Summary: Eddie's wife comes home with some sad news. Eddie tries to comfort her the best way he can.

Word Count: 627

TW: *EXTREMLY HEAVY TOPIC* Trouble getting pregnant. A lot of crying.

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It wasn’t what she was hoping to hear from the doctor.

What made her more glum was the fact that she has to tell her husband that the past year was a waste of their time, and that it was never going to happen.

As soon as she heard his motorcycle pull into the garage, her stomach was in knots, the lump that has been in the back of her throat since after her appointment, only got tighter, and a cold wave of anxiety washed over her.

How was she going to tell him without breaking his heart?

“Babe! ‘M home!” Eddie’s voice calls out from the front of the house, his work boots thumping to the kitchen where she was. “There she is. Lemme get a kiss.” He comes from behind her and presses a sweet kiss to her right cheek, resting his chin on her shoulder. “How was your day?”

“It was okay.” Her voice was small, the hurt and nervousness apparent. There was no disguising it.

“Hey, you okay?” His dark brows knitted together in concern.

She bites her bottom lip to stop it from starting to quiver, turning to look at this big brown eyes of his that won her over the day he asked her out on a date 5 years ago. “I had my doctor's appointment today, Eds.” She sighs.

“Good news or bad news?” He asks, backing up to stand next to her. “Well, I guess you wouldn’t seem so sad if it was good news, huh?” He mutters, looking at her in sympathy.

“One of my ovaries is no good, there’s zero eggs. My other one has eggs, but my doctor said my uterus isn’t strong enough to carry a full term pregnancy. If we tried, either the baby could die, or me.”

Eddie visibly takes all the information in, gnawing his bottom lip nervously.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. We’ve been trying to get pregnant for so long, and it was all for nothing.” Tears start to roll down her cheeks as she speaks to him. “I can’t even give you the one thing you’ve wanted your whole life. I can’t even make you a dad.” She hiccups as she sobs. “I’m sorry.” She rests her elbows on the counter, burying her face into her hands.

“No, it wasn’t all for nothing, sweetheart. Don’t say that.” Eddie wraps himself around her shaking body, trying to control his own tears.

She picks her head up out of her hands and looks at him, shaking her head. “I wasted our time.”

“No You didn’t.” Eddie puts his hand under her chin, making her look at him. “This year has been amazing. Putting sex aside, I feel like, somehow, I’ve gotten to know your body and mind more than I have since we first got together. I thought I knew everything about you before we got married. I don’t know how that’s possible, but I feel more connected with you.”

She sniffles at his words. “But I can’t make you a dad.”

“That’s okay. I can still be a dad. We can adopt, we can figure out how to become foster parents. We can take in some kids that have shitty lives and love them the way they should be. Or, maybe we let the dream go off becoming parents, that’s okay too.”

She turns her body to him, burying her face in his chest, sobbing into it. Even though he said he was okay with not being a dad, her heart still broke a little at the fact she wouldn’t be able to carry their children.

Eddie held her tight, letting her soak his shirt with tears. He understood how much this killed her. “It’s okay, baby. I promise it’ll be okay."

[toxictoad]

NEW AU ALERT!!!

Sorry I have brainrot guys do you still love me🥺

Okay SO:

This is Zenith!

She's Bill's reincarnation after the Theraprism, but she doesn't have any of his memories (at first).

She gets nightmares of Bill's life frequently while she's living with the Pines'. She has an attraction to the color yellow, and all things triangular. She has an odd birthmark over her heart that looks like a crack.

Ford basically finds her by Bill's statue and brings her home (After a brief interrogation that isn't very effective- mostly because she's naked and he doesn't know how to handle that)

Ford is initially EXTREMELY suspicious of her, for good reason, but since he's had a character arc and all that he starts to trust her.

But at the same time she's slowly realizing who/what she is and having a crisis over it. Because ✨Angst✨

She doesn't have any memories, so she's starting from zero, despite having an adult body (Probably ~30 y/o physically)

(This is basically my excuse to do the Born Sexy Yesterday trope but without all the misogyny)

This is Nadir!

Nadir is basically Zenith's dark side! She's much more tapped into Bill than Zenith is, and she's the devil (or demon) on Zenith's shoulder telling her to follow the threads of mysterious portals and triangle runes.

Nadir thinks that if they start Weirdmaggedon 2: Electric Boogaloo then they'll reform back into one entity (Namely Bill) and she'll get to be in the driver's seat when it comes to decisions.

She's also a cringey sad girl. Very much tries to appeal to Zenith's (And eventually everyone else's) sympathy by playing up the angle that she's a lonely entity trapped in the mindscape and separated from her other half.

Zenith and Nadir have lowkey homoerotic tension. Selfcest vibes (Don't shoot me I'm just the messenger) (Okay maybe I made the AU but still) (Sometimes the characters just end up how they end up man).

Also they're both just obsessed with Ford- Nadir moreso than Zenith.

There's two possible endings to this AU: Either Nadir convinces Zenith to start Weirdmaggedon 2 Fast 2 Furious and they become a new entity who rules as Queen of Weirdness, or Zenith gets through to Nadir and they live with the Pines and try to find balance and all that Jazz.

Mostly I just like my weird girls being obsessed with an old man and each other :3

[fellow-anime-weeb927]

Hello it's me again, with a request where the reader as the wife of Innocent Zero and mother of Mash and his brothers, but she died before the story begins and before Mash was adopted

Hope all is well and don't forget to drink water and eat (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Ooh! I certainly wasn’t expecting an idea like this omg- heads up bc I don’t have experience in writing fan-fics until I start on tumblr so I hope this doesn’t turn out bad ;w; wish me luck and I’ll try my best as always!

(Also I don’t wanna do summer holiday homework😭)

Thx for reminding me and your support! <3

• You were just watching your family in the after life since you stayed in the living world. You decided to check on your husband first, you knew what he did but you just loved him no matter what.

• You saw him just sitting in his chair and seemed to be staring at something, it was actually a picture of you and him together smiling. You awed at the sight but that feeling turned to sadness since you noticed a few tears in his eyes. He wiped them away and got up to do whatever his business is.

• Then you went to check up on your children, admiring them for growing up so fast but that changed quickly when you saw them causing nothing other than chaos…you thought, ‘they sure got the genes from him😅’.

• After a while you noticed, Mash isn’t here. So you panicked a bit before leaving the mansion and went to search for Mash. While searching, you saw a man on a rooftop ready to end it all. You started to get scared but your thoughts were interrupted by a baby crying. You and the man looked around noticing a baby crying, then realized it was Mash! But he didn’t have a mark..the man went over and picked up the baby showing sympathy to him but Mash stopped crying and started to laugh, smiling at the man. You witnessed all of it happening and thought, ‘Maybe the man can take care of him, he does need a little ball of sunshine in his life.’ You said to yourself, ‘Please take good care of him kind sir.’ You smiled warmly, but sometimes…you didn’t wish to leave your family this early…

Ok I think that it is done! I’m sorry if this doesn’t satisfy you so I apologise😅 and sorry for taking soooo long

Hope you enjoyed~

[tenebriskukris]

Oshi No Ko Chapter 159 - My Thoughts/Analysis

This chapter certainly was one of the chapters of all time. Spoilers for Oshi No Ko Chapter 159 below.

We start off the chapter with Nino stabbing Ruby. I honestly half expected not to come back to this scene and instead focus on another character before the stabbing but it seems the manga is deciding to deal with these plot developments. 

Everything we did would be pointless if Ai wasn’t number one. And so would everyone’s death. Hmmmmm. I wonder if she’s talking about a certain dead actress that Hikaru dealt with a few dozen chapters ago.

DAMN Ichigo finally doing something! Seems that Detective Akane has caught Nino red handed. I’ll have plenty of paragraphs to vomit up on This Garbage Twist later, I’m sure. And with Ruby now out of Nino’s reach—that’s more or less game over for Nino. Hopefully we’ll be able to hear her squeal about her deal with Hikaru and all that jazz.

This entire scene is just hilarious in how soap opera it is. What if Nino decided to stab Ruby in the neck instead of the stomach? What if she brought a gun? What if she just had a pipe or a sword or any kind of blunt weapon and decided to beat her to death? A knife proof vest is cool and all—but there are so many ways Nino could’ve attempted to kill Ruby and a knife proof vest wouldn’t have done much of anything. It’s a small nitpick, but one that betrays the manga’s lack of thought put into this scene. 

Now that I think about it—how did Nino even find this area where Akane sprung the trap??? The answer is that Nino’s been stalking Ruby but I find that explanation doubtful—is what I would say if the manga would show us things instead of force feeding them to us. I need a giant anvil with the words “SHOW DON’T TELL” written on it to fall on the writers’ heads. 

Sorry, what? Ryosuke managed to rizz up Nino? With how terrible they both were as people they more than deserve each other but I am squinting very heavily at this. Nino being Ryosuke’s boyfriend in the past would’ve been very much publicized if it got out publicly—did Ichigo not tell the police about it? Perhaps this is how Aqua figured out that Nino was involved with Ai’s murder? I’ll need to think about this more after the chapter. 

When I told him to die, he obeyed me just like that. Well there goes my remaining sympathy for Nino as a person. She wasn’t even a very good character but one could make a half-baked case for her being not as bad as a person as she was before this chapter but with this revelation it’s just not looking very good for her.

If Ai was nothing but an ordinary girl, what would that make us then? Also ordinary people, but it’s easier to believe that Ai was special than recognize your own inferiority, it seems. Just like Ichigo I have zero sympathy for her. Throw her down the garbage chute and let’s dispense with this horribly written antagonist so we can get back to the important bits. 

Ai just wanted to be normal friends with you. That’s what Ruby said, Akane? Maybe this moment would’ve been more poignant if Ruby herself was telling it to her, you know???

Who on earth made you and Ryosuke do this? Hikaru’s figure looms over in the distance. 

The concert??? Bit of an odd scene change from the last few panels but I guess we’re just chugging along. This manga isn’t disproving the horrible pacing allegations any time soon. The first concert had a good amount of setup and you’d think the final concert would share similar or better writing quality but unfortunately not. 

Ruby with dual white star eyes!!! That’s my girl! And she’s pointing to a star, too! Crow Girl’s words echoing back to this concert…

SHE DID THE AI POSE!!! THE ONE ON THE FIRST COVER HOLY SHIT! RUBY FANS ARE EATING GOOD TONIGHT!

And another scene cut. To…Hikaru and Aqua? It’s odd that he wasn’t at the concert but I suppose if he had known about some of this beforehand he would be here instead of at the concert but I’m curious to see how this interaction pans out—did Hikaru call him here or has Aqua been following him around?

You’re a nasty liar who’s been telling lies for your own sake. And the final panel with Hikaru’s grinning face. Well then—let’s see how this pans out before the end of the line. 

I have a lot of thoughts about this chapter—but I’ll start with the trap that Akane set for Nino.

I spent a good amount of time in my last analysis ruminating on how Ruby would survive her stabbing. didn’t give the possibility that Akane disguising herself as Ruby any consideration not because I didn’t consider said possibility—but because I felt like it was yet an objectively bad writing decision for the manga to take—and yet I couldn’t help but be completely unsurprised when it actually happened. 

This “plot twist” is poorly executed. In a vacuum, this turn of events is completely fine, but this manga has already been allergic to good pacing for some time now so the scene falls completely flat on its face. This is a type of twist that had little to no preparation behind it and even contradicts the characters’ previous behavior.

Aqua has consistently refused to let Akane participate in his revenge scheme despite her being more than willing to do so—that’s one of the points that they talked about when they broke up. He refuses to let other people help him for his revenge even though it would be helpful to him—so him getting Akane on board without showing the viewer a single thing leading to this development doesn’t pass the sniff test—it’s an asspull.

While canny viewers would be able to guess at the fact that Akane disguised herself as Ruby, the basis for that logical assumption was built on sand—there simply wasn’t enough basis for that conclusion besides a single panel that we saw in the last chapter—and yet it happened. It’s a contradiction between how the characters were previously characterized and the events of the narrative. In an ideal scenario a decent writer would be able to bridge that gap before a plot twist like this was to occur—and at the very least explain it in some detail after the twist has been settled—but considering the manga didn’t even give us the good graces to SHOW US that Akane and Aqua were now working together to catch Nino I don’t expect the manga to deliver us that kind of self-reflection. Just speedrunning to the ending to the manga’s detriment.

The funny thing is that I like this idea—but the execution is straight up trash. It would be a believable sequence of events if this beat was given the time to breathe—Aqua swallowing his reservations and asking Akane for help when Ruby’s safety is put into question. It gives Akane something to do and helps flesh out how much Aqua cares for Ruby that he would go to these lengths for her. Give us insight into how Aqua and Akane are now working together and how they both independently came to the conclusion that Nino was also part of Ai’s murder.

Now—Ryosuke and Nino. I’m oddly ambivalent on this matter. Reframing Ryosuke’s actions with what we hear from Nino is just—meh. It makes his words to Ai when he murdered her and his behavior kind of, I dunno. Hypocritical? But anyone who decided to murder their favorite idol and then hang themselves because their partner said so definitely isn’t right in the head so I can forgive some of that.

This Nino-Ryosuke connection does sort of nag at me, however. Ryosuke as a character didn’t need this additional bit of characterization. His demeanor as an obsessed idol fan, while horrible, is partially grounded in reality. It doesn’t break the suspension of disbelief that some crazed fan who was stuck in a parasocial relationship with his favorite idol would do something like this since stakers assaulting Japanese idols isn’t unheard of. I dunno—it doesn’t really add anything to him but it doesn’t detract anything either? Does feel a bit like an asspull, though. You’d think Ichigo would tell the police that Nino and Ryosuke were in a relationship after Ai got stabbed but I guess he could’ve done that to protect Nino since he wasn’t sure she was involved? Still, this entire Nino-Ryosuke connection is just a minor nitpick in the stack of more objectively bad decisions that the manga has made in the last ten chapters alone that I don’t feel as much grief into ripping it apart because it’s just not that interesting.

I guess linking Nino and Ryosuke does answer some nagging questions that the series has thrown at the reader in a completely backhanded way. We know that it’s likely that Ryosuke met Hikaru at the hospital where the twins were born through Crow Girl’s words and it’s through him that he likely also met Nino which ties the three of them all together. Did the manga do this intentionally? Absolutely not—it isn’t as smart as it appears to be and certainly isn’t well written enough for me to conjure up hypothetical answers to questions that it should have the decency to answer before the manga culminates. 

The concert is also a topic I have some thoughts about. For one—it was a bit of a shitefest. I loved the Ruby panels, don’t get me wrong, but you’d think that the final idol concert for Kana would get bit more setup—especially with Ruby and Mem’s thoughts on Kana leaving, or hell, anything that wouldn’t make these panels feel too much like a slideshow of images without much substance. Alot of style—very little substance. 

A small thing that made me laugh was that Ruby was upstaging Kana at her own graduation concert. Very much deserved after Kana took the spotlight during the first B-Komachi concert despite her being, y’know, an actor.

In any case—it’s downright impossible to deny the Ruby-Ai parallels after this chapter and That One Panel. While I am dissatisfied in many aspects on how Ruby’s journey to surpass Ai was executed—it’s clear that the idea was horribly butchered because of how the manga was generally soaring downhill instead of the idea itself being objectively bad. I still like the development, of course, but I am more than willing to throw rotten tomatoes at some of the horrible writing decisions that the authors have done to her throughout the series. The fact that Ruby only got a decent amount screentime at the fucking halfway point of the series is a crime.

Now the big one. Hikaru and Aqua’s second confrontation. Honestly? I’m game with Hikaru taking back the role of the main antagonist because Nino was such a middling character and antagonist herself but whether or not this rug pull was a good choice depends heavily on how they deal with this in the next chapter. I won’t speculate too much on something that’ll depend on how the manga goes about it but I doubt that Hikaru’s going to get “redeemed” in any major capacity. I suspect he’ll lash out after hearing that Ai loved him all along or didn’t believe Ai’s words through the video—which, fair, he has that right considering how harsh Ai was with him during their breakup—but whether or not he’ll still be in an antagonistic role is still an open question.

Whatever happens with him, I doubt it’ll be well executed. The glaring flaws in the manga are becoming more and more evident every chapter and I doubt we’ll see the end of this manga’s bullshittery until everything’s finally run its course.

[nijigasakilove]

We really only have one more Yatagarasu episode left man I need that s2 announced as soon as it ends next week. No way we resolve everything in the finale. Ton of good world building in this episode and as usual, we answer a few questions and get a lot more.

So I’m sorry but I have zero sympathy for Jihei. Sold out his own people and cost dozens of innocent lives because of his greed. I would’ve been ok with him being a drug dealer if he left the game, aka his monkey cartel supplier, alone. But he got greedy and was willing to have innocent people killed for money. He would’ve been cool with the gold pieces he got after about 4-6 loads of that sage cap.

Poor Koume was so close to her dad and didn’t even know the extent of his nefarious activities, but it’s not on her to be her father’s keeper nor should she be blamed for his actions so seeing Yukiya snap on her at the end there really got me upset, especially with how close they were when she first got rescued. BUT, it looks like that was exactly what she was hoping for. If Yukiya is suspicious and tails after her he’ll be good backup for whatever she’s planning to do with her mom. Just how deep does this conspiracy run.. I also think it’s a lil weak for everyone to just instantly accuse Koume because of the double mole thing lol.

On the monkey side of things, after we found out about this taking place within some sort of magical barrier while the rest of the world is in the modern age last week.. I’m curious what the monkey leader was talking about when he was accusing the Yatagarasu of wrongdoing. Maybe it has something to do with their human forms? He mentioned knowing them since they could only make bird noises.. so it’s apparent that they’re not just hunting Yatagarasu because they look like humans like was suggested last week, but for something else. So many questions, so little time. I love this show sm.