#and they're not horrible to each other???

[8r14r-r0s3]

Ì don't think a piece of media has fucked me up as much as tetro has. Like Jesus fucking christ. It's frankly horrifyingly realistic how none of the characters are recognizable. They're all broken.

Wada's regressed in every way possible. His selective mutism came back as a stress reaction. He hasn't eaten in a week. And just like into the game, he has no one. But now it's even worse, because now instead of never having them, each and every one of them slipped through his fingers. It's unlikely he'll actually be able to locate any of the other students, and before the game he was struggling to make ends meet. Now he doesn't even have a coping mechanism. Isono is gone. He'll never be able to view a streamer the same way again. His eating habits aren't going to get better when he's completely and utterly alone. He's going to starve to death. Wada Masanari died in the killing game, just like Isono, Tsuno, Watari, and Hama. And with them gone, his stumbling husk will meet their same fate.

Mai. God Mai. She fought through everything. She shouldered every burden, she made every sacrifice, she befriended every last person, and in the end, it wasn't enough. Hayashi Mai was broken. She was physically tortured, she lost any semblance of feeling safe, she lost parts of her body, and she fought through it all until the very last second. She died fighting, I doubt it was just shock, her hands were cut because she wanted to try to save herself. But in the end, Hayashi Mai lost the fight. She fell on the sword for everyone else. Hayashi Mai died in the killing game. And what's left of her body will remain in a burned down school in an underground cavern to rot.

Ojima seemingly lost nothing, but Ojima also lost everything. At first he was genuinely trying his best to be a leader for the group, almost like a second in command to sasaki at some points, but he lost his privacy and then everyone pitied him. Ojima was close with no one, but he was close with everyone. Ojima wasn't well socialized, he views every person who continues to be near him a friend, it's why he always calls people by their first names. While Ojima lost no one, Ojima lost everyone. He had what was left of his innocence defiled. He no longer felt safe within his own mind, he was scared he would hurt someone, he forced himself to stay afloat in an ocean with no bouys but a million whirlpools, and he broke. Ojima Takeshi died in the killing game just like Sasaki. And now he exists as an adult, stripped of his blissful ignorance of the world, and now way to escape the horrors he's seen.

Hiroaki. Where to even begin with Hiroaki. He was hurting when he entered the killing game, and he was hurting when he left it. He was broken, and slowly he tried to fix himself, and he was broken again by the people he hurt, and eventually he couldn't find the strength to fix himself. He's using again. He has been fairly clean for a few weeks, and now he's using again. He at least used to have his ego to fall back on, but now? Now he's nothing. He says his own name like it's an insult. He's done horrible things and hurt the people around him. Every character from Isono to Yanagi, he all hurt them somehow. And he didn't get the chance to apologize to most of them, and he has to live with the guilt that he didn't. It's honestly doubtless that Hiroakis behavior patterns are only going to get worse. He has his drug supply back, he's back with those same faux friends, and he's separated from the people he's grown to actually care about. Hiroaki Nakamigawa died in the killing game, just like Sasaki, Chiba, and Tsuno. And what's left of his facade has to continue through his old routine and go through his same habits, but with none of the artificial joy they used to provide.

Tamba is ruined. Her career is over. Her parents aren't going to give her the kind of love she's desperate for. She's looked in the mirror and seen the worst, ugliest, most horrible parts of herself. She's a coward, she's a backstabber, and she's a hypocrite. And worst of all, Tamba survived. Out of everyone who died. Isono, Sasaki, Chiba, Harada, Kamimura, Tsuno, Watari, Hama, Mai, and Hasegawa. Tamba Ruiko survived but they didn't, and she has to live with that forever. When she was cruel, when she was angry, when she bit the hands reaching out to her, and when they did everything they could to be safe. But Tamba is alive. But she isn't. Tamba Ruiko died in the killing game, just like Kamimura, Watari, and Mai. And now what's left of her broken body has to live in the shadows of their lives.

Hasegawa lost. He was a winner. He was a champion. And he lost. Everything about his life in the killing game was fundamentally unfair. He did his best to do everything right and protect the people he loved and he lost. Then he did his best to hurt the people he felt let his best friend die, and he lost. They were going to lose. He was going to win. But due to forces outside of his control, he lost. Hasegawa lost the only things keeping him steady. His meds ran out weeks ago. Kamimura died weeks ago. And now he's rotting in the med bay. He didn't have the energy to care about the people reaching out to him, and when he did get his energy back, the only thing he wanted to do was get revenge. To make them suffer the same loss he suffered, to make them understand a fraction of what it felt like. Hasegawa Ken died in the killing game the exact moment Okazaki killed Kamimura. And then with what little he had left in him, he took the blade from Okazaki's cold hands and plunged it into Hayashi.

Yanagi Shigeki became what he despises. He's nothing like who he used to be and he'll never be able to go back. One by one the layers of his facade he had built up over the years were stripped away. First he lost his faith when Sasaki killed Isono. Then he lost his dignity when he broke and hurt Nakamigawa. Then he lost his prince guise when he continued to fail time and time again to please and protect the people around him. Then, he lost Mai. He lost his knights oath. The one thing he has left was that he had Mai, he had her and he was loyal to her and he was at her service and he was going to hold onto her and die before he let go. But he was forced to. He was locked in a room with all his failures as the one flicker success he had was snuffed out. And now, he's angry. He's angry and upset and he's violent. He's exactly what he despises, a violent man who scares people. He feels deserving of death, because those kind of men are deserving of death. Yanagi Shigeki died in the killing game just like Sasaki, Tsuno, Watari, and Mai. And now, all that's left of him is everything he despises, and with nothing but hatred in his heart, he's forced to return to the people who would fear him most

This wasn't a happy ending. It was never going to be a happy ending. They're alive. The five of them are alive, but they're all dead. Everything that made them *them* when they entered the game was destroyed. Sasaki was right. Children are their best before they become aware of the horrors of the world.

Goodbye, Tetro Danganronpa Pink. Goodbye Isono Miki. Goodbye Harada Keizou. Goodbye Chiba Airi. Goodbye Kamimura Kazutoshi. Goodbye Hayashi Mai. Goodbye Wada Masanari. Goodbye Sasaki Hitomi. Goodbye Ojima Takeshi. Goodbye Okazaki Hanano. Goodbye Hama Ran. Goodbye Tsuno Manami. Goodbye Hiroaki Nakamkgawa. Goodbye Tamba Ruiko. Goodbye Hasegawa Ken. Goodbye Watari Nishino. Goodbye Yanagi Shigeki. It was an honor to meet you all, and wherever you are, I hope you're happy. You all deserve it. You were all just children, broken, innocent, scared children. And while you may never be innocent again, I hope you can still be happy.

And thank you most to Von Babbit, the voice actors, and the editors. Thank you for giving me the honor to experience your art. I will never be the same again, but that's okay. Because you guided me here. I'm not lost, I'm not afraid, I'm just somewhere new. And I think it's beautiful here.

[yoiisa]

HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT IT'S . . . ⋆˙⟡ NAGI SEISHIRO

"Did you really beam me up? In a cloud of sparkling dust, Just to do experiments on, Tell me I was the chosen one, Show me that this world is bigger than us, Then sent me back where I came from" - "Down Bad" by Taylor Swift Tags: SPOILERS FOR THE MOST RECENT BLLK MANGA CHAPTERS (298-301), angst! with some semblance of comfort. Nagi's depressed as hell, but reader does what they can to make it a little better.

a/n: This is part of a little series I doing where I’m writing BLLK fics for each of my fav songs on all the T Swift albums. I already did Bachira’s (Fearless), Kaiser’s (Lover), Rin’s (Midnights) and Oliver's (Red). This is one is off of The Tortured Poet's Department.

okay so maybe it's too soon and the wound is still fresh in EVERYONE'S hearts, but there I wanted a Nagi fic, and the only other character this song could've worked with is Kunigami, but I didn't feel like writing about him, so it's whatever. AGAIN MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR THE BLLK MANGA, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!

It was a nightmare, weaving through the crowd present for the Blue Lock Parade. It was meant to celebrate the end of the NEL, but all it was doing was stoking the flames of your fury.

None of this was fair. You grit your teeth as you shoved past more and more people, chanting the other players' names. Half of those people wouldn't even have been there if it wasn't for Nagi! Hell, they wouldn't have even made it past the U20 game if it hadn't been for Nagi. The audacity of some of them, to act like they're hot shit now . . . without Nagi.

Finally, unable to keep you fury in yourself anymore, you finally whip around to glare down the surviving boys, and you still in the crowd when you really get a good look at them. Although a lot of them look happy, and bask in the praise and accolades being hurled towards, a great number of them still look defeated, as if this was the last place to be. Itoshi Rin, Kaiser Michael, even Alexis Ness has on a cool expression. However, your eyes skip past all of them, and train in on a purple head of hair.

Fucking hell, Reo looks horrible. His eyes are puffy from crying, and his face looks pale and dry. His mouth remains in a perpetual frown, and he's staring at the ground, incapable of lifting his gaze to meet anyone in the crowds surrounding the boys.

Your heart breaks, and you unwittingly drift closer towards him, until you've managed to shove your way right in front of him. The dichotomy between the boy you once knew in school and the one that stands here defeated is harrowing.

A purple pair of eyes lands on you, and they slightly widen. The two of you hold each other's gaze before you finally call out, "I'm going to go see Sei."

All he can manage is a nod, and you're off. You shove through the thick of the fans before finally managing to break free from them all. You turn a few streets, before you finally reach Nagi's apartments. You hurry up the steps and your heart sinks when you try the door, only to find it's locked. You jiggle the nob a few more times, before a voice whispers from behind you.

"Y/N?" you turn your head so fast, you accidentally give yourself whiplash. There, standing with a hood drawn over his head and a small bag, is Nagi. Your Nagi. "What are you doing here?" he asks.

"I came to see you, of course!" You say, rushing towards him. You try to take his bag from his hand but he holds fast to the handle.

"Why would you go through that much trouble?" he mutters before shoving past you and unlocking the door to his apartment. He walks in, but leaves the door open for you to follow.

You hurry inside, toe your shoes off, and close the door behind you. "What the hell does that mean? Of course I wanted to come and see you, I-" your voice dies as you find yourself at a loss for words. What on earth could you possibly say to comfort him right now? Does he even want comfort? He's always been so aloof, even with Reo at times.

But one look into those eyes tells you everything you need. It's a good thing you came here, actually it's great. You slowly walk towards him as he walks into his bedroom. He drops his duffel onto the floor and stares down at his cactus, his eyes void of any emotion. Not even anger or sadness. Your chest tightens, and tears well in your eyes.

You take his hand in both of yours and he leans against you, practically collapsing against your side. He buries his face against your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck. Nagi's heavy, but the weight is familiar and you can't help but feel whole again. How long's it been since the two of you held each other like this?

"I was changing," he whispers, his voice hollow, "but not enough. I knew it'd come. I knew I'd have to leave . . . why does it . . .?" He pulls back and looks into your eyes. Nagi's a blank mask, but his voice is hoarse as he manages out, "It hurts."

You cup your hands against his cheeks, brushing aware invisible tears. You're letting you're own freely flow down your face and you shake his head. You feel terrible, knowing there's nothing you can possibly say do soothe him in any meaningful way.

"It hurt to see you leave," you finally say, "and it hurts to have you back now . . . I think it was going to hurt either way, Seishiro . . ."

He buries his head into the crook of your neck and mumbles, "How exhausting."

It's the tiniest indicator that Nagi could potentially come back from this, as his old personality shines through; but right now, all you want is to hold him until the two of you fall asleep right there on the floor.

a/n: to be completely honest, I was fine with him getting eliminated until the leaks came out today and those panels of him all alone in the dark in his room just . . . C'MERE LEMME GIVE HIM A HUG (つ╥﹏╥)つ

[slyvieselkie]

A Man and His Family

After doomscrolling too much on Reddit and reading too many horrible family dynamics, I've come to the conclusion.

You marry a good man, or you marry a good family.

And this is what I imagine JJK families would be like.

Check out my masterlist for more!

Gojo Satoru:

I have no doubt that Mr Gojo here, would be the best husband. And I just know that his wife would fail to meet every requirement to become the Madam of the Gojo clan. You're normal in every way, and Satoru is obsessed with that.

Some will say to your face that your kimono seems too big, your hairpin too loose, your shoes too small. Satoru's anger bursts like a volcano when he hears this, all of this was nothing more than subtle digs to say, 'You don't belong in this household.' But you? You look down at yourself and smile innocently, "Oh I think they're just fine!". And everyone watches in shock as you walk off casually. Satoru merely chuckles, clearly your Limitless technique is superior to his.

And he sees the way you interact with the servants-I mean attendants. Yes, you've scolded him about calling them servants. "They're our retainers, Satoru! And her name is Fuyuki!", you growl as you force him to bow before the young girl. You never demand them for something, in fact, you go out of your way not to ask anything of them. And when you have to, it's always a sheepish question followed by an apology. 'But you're fine with kicking me out of bed to grab you a glass of water', he thinks bitterly.

And he loves the way you express yourself. In a household where everyone wears a mask, it's nice to see a smile, to hear a laugh, to wipe away a tear, to soothe your fury. When the elders call you 'childish' and 'emotional', Satoru makes sure to show what those words really mean. He literally flops down onto the tatami floor and wails about the ugly old men he has to see every day. When someone gets on his nerves, he'll trash the place and ban the person from his residence. Now that's what you call 'immature'.

So at night, when you two are able to finally rest, Satoru will turn to you with a smile.

And he'll say, "Thank you for marrying me. I promise to be your white knight, your keyboard warrior-". And he'll cackle as you attack him for ruining the sweet moment.

Nanami Kento:

Official job: Sorcerer, side hustle: defender of woman-kind. Especially, his woman. As can be expected, Kento's family is just like him. Reserved, aloof, 'uptight' as Satoru likes to say. And for someone like you, who wears your heart on your sleeve, it's a little intimidating and nerve-racking.

Since Kento is the only sorcerer in a non-sorcerer family, his family knows very little about his life. So when he brings you to meet them, they rationalise that you must be the reason why he's so secretive. They probe you with a million questions, what do you do for work, how did the two of you meet, what is your family like, what are your plans for the future. And when you return vague answers, they hum and murmur to each other, "It seems Kento learnt from her. I wonder what other terrible habits she teaches him?".

Your face falls, and you try to give an apologetic smile. His eye twitches. He knows they're just worried for him, and he understands their frustration, but it's not fair to blame everything on you. So Kento holds your hand and announces to everyone, "I don't like the way you're treating her. What happens between us has nothing to do with her. We're here today, because she encouraged me to go. I wouldn't have come here, if not for her."

After setting the record straight, Kento escorts you out of the house. You glance back at the fuming family and wonder if he should really be doing this. Opening the door for you, the blonde man smiles softly, "It's another habit you've taught me. To not take any shit from anyone."

With a grateful smile, you cup his cheeks and kiss him passionately. Thank god for this man.

Geto Suguru:

To anyone else, Suguru is the perfect man. Kind, sweet, gentle, calm, responsible, he seems like the perfect specimen. But I think his family can see pass that. They see the glint in his eye, they notice the way his smile changes subtly, they can hear the tone shift in his voice. Suguru's family sees the flaws that everyone else shrugs off. Meaning they'll never take his side so easily.

When you show up at his parents' house, upset and teary-eyed, they welcome you in. His mother helps you to the couch and speaks to you like you're a wounded animal. His father gives you some space by busying himself with tea in the kitchen. And you thank them for being so kind to a stranger. They reassure you that you are no stranger, that you became their daughter the moment you married Suguru.

When the home phone rings, your father-in-law picks up with a gruff voice. You smile as he immediately asks his son what he did this time, and Suguru grumbles how his own parents never takes their son's side. The old man scoff, "Don't take me for a fool, boy. If you treat your wife like how you treat us, then your marriage is bound to over soon!".

He continues his rambling, "I've never seen a boy lecture his own family as much as you! And I see the way you look at us when you think we're wrong! Tch, looking down on us like we're some monkeys! Guess what, you came from this monkey, you rascal!".

You and your mother-in-law giggle as Suguru gets a taste of his own medicine. When he shows up, a few hours later, Suguru holds your hand and whispers, "I'm sorry, I promise to treat you better. And if I don't, you can punch me as much as you want."

As they watch the two of you leave, Suguru's father clicks his tongue, "If only he would give me the same promise."

Fushiguro Toji:

There's one thing you need to know, Toji's children will never take his side. Even when he's right. They'd rather manipulate physics than accept that their father is right. Fortunately, they don't have to. Why? Because Toji is always wrong. That's why when you and Toji fight, Tsumiki and Megumi are so prepared to go and live with you.

"Oi, you two! Get in the car!", the two of them stand there and Tsumiki cross her arms, "What car?". Toji is about to snap when Megumi points at you, "That's her car, idiot. You take the train." Then the two of them stroll up to your apartment, where warm beds and home cooked meals are waiting for them. You stand there, speechless, before bursting into laughter. Toji sits on the ground, grumbling about his traitorous kids.

Your anger flies away with the laughter and you crouch down next to Toji, "Are you ready to talk like adults?". He's silent for a moment, before the man nods. With that, you grab his hand and lead him back home. Tsumiki and Megumi watch from the window, and high-five each other.

Another thing you need to know, the two of them are deathly terrified of you leaving. And if you don't follow your schedule to the exact second, they're pacing around and glaring at Toji. "You goddamn brats, she's just caught up in traffic!", he snaps and Tsumiki repeats him mockingly. When Megumi returns from home and sees you're not there, the boy drops his bag and sigh, "So she's finally decided to leave."

Ten minutes later, you open the door and sing, "I'm home~!", only to find Toji wrestling his kids. "DROP THEM NOW!"

Ryomen Sukuna: (smut)

If there is a single person who would take Sukuna's side, they are on the wrong side of history. For the King of Curses, the closest thing to family he has would be the numerous women of his harem. And they're well aware of what kind of person Sukuna is. Narcissistic, violent, rude, and huge pain in the ass. That's why when you fight with Sukuna, your first stop is the harem.

The women there, are like your best friends and older sisters. They coo and let you hide in their soft embrace. "Come here, sweetheart", "Tell us what happened", "Let us take care of you." They badmouth Sukuna to no end. "What an awful bastard", "I bet he died a virgin", "Even a man wouldn't bed that thing." Their gentle hands wipe your tears away. "Cease those tears, darling", "Why cry over that fool?", "I hear his new attendant is a charmer, why not check him out?".

As if Sukuna, or the harem, would let you stray away to another. For days, the King of Curses leaves you to heal with the harem. He eats alone, bathes alone, sleep alone, while you lock yourself away. And after a week, Sukuna has had enough. Servants stop and bow in fear as he passes, approaching the harem chamber, whilst thinking about what to say to coax you back home.

But Sukuna stops before the red doors, he hears the distant noises inside. Seductive voice cooing and giggling, your soft cries, and something that makes him see red. The door bursts open and all is revealed to him. His harem merely smirks as they crowd around your body, bare and glistening with sweat.

"O-Oh I'm cumming!", you squeal and thrash around. The women gasp excitedly as your juices splash everywhere, and they slither around you like greedy snakes. "Oh Uraume, you have to make her squirt again~!"

White hair lifts from in between your head, and his most trusted servant turns around. Their face is dripping with your juices. "As you wish."

Hi Lovelies, long time no see~! I hope you guys enjoyed this!

I was listening to 'Smosh Reads Reddit Stories' and the amount of terrible in-laws and husbands were absolutely shocking. I came to the conclusion that, marry a good man or marry a good family. And this idea was born.

Thanks for reading (๑♡ᵕ♡๑)

[lookingbetteringlasses]

Ellie revealing a secret she's been keeping from Dina up to this point, and then Dina revealing a secret she's been keeping from Ellie up to this point, with both acts of trust culminating in them having sex is just *chef's kiss* beautiful.

And I appreciate how Ellie isn't like "What the hell, Dina?!" like she was in the game with the pregnancy revelation, but instead "I'm gonna be a dad," which is really cementing how more mature this show feels compared to the games. Things don't quite feel as horrible, people aren't as selfish & terrible to each other, and it makes the apocalypse feel like a constant tension of empathy vs. cruelty, compared to the former being brief & rare in a world full of the latter.

As for the final scene, it really nails home what was more of an implication in the game, that being Ellie & Dina are two young women walking into an effective warzone. They are not skilled killers right away like in the game, they are inexperienced and making stuff up as they go along. And Dina saying that they're in this together means it's gonna hurt so much more when Ellie will leave for California in Season 3(?).

[intern-seraph]

PSA: there's someone on ao3 advertising an ai-generated story site via "fanfic"

Okay so. I cannot prove that this person is a bot, but they're either a bot or someone who works with the site they're advertising. Either way, they're... not very good at hiding the scheme once you dig a little. With a fucking spoon. Long post beneath the cut.

The user in question goes by FantasiaStories, which happens to also be the name of the website in question. Funny, that. They have posted 38 works in the past 2 months for a variety of fandoms, including TWST, which is how I found them. Other fandoms include CoD, Genshin Impact, JJK, and Marvel. The works are pretty much solely NSFW reader-insert fics. First red flag: in the notes of EVERY fic, beginning or end notes (it varies), they advertise their website. Examples (WARNING: suggestive text):

Okay. Weird. Suspicious, even! I am, of course, wary of weird links to unknown sites (as we should all be!). We will talk about that site in a bit.

Now, like, this isn't bad in and of itself. Whatever, maybe it's a personal site or something. Now, I took a look at one of the Malleus fics they put out a couple weeks ago.

First person POV isn't really my thing, so I ended up not finishing it beyond the first few sentences. Forgot about it, put it out of my mind, whatever.

Today, I was once again trawling the tag, looking for some good stuff (or for updates of the fics I'm following), and I see this:

Oo, looks fun! The tags sound familiar, though... Whatever. Let's take a look, see if it seems good —

And I immediately noticed: THIS IS THE SAME FUCKING FIC???

EXHIBIT A: THE RECENT FIC

EXHIBIT B: THE EARLIER FIC

IT'S THE SAME FUCKING FIC!!! I literally checked the author's profile to see if they were, perhaps, stealing from another writer, but NO! THEY JUST COPY-PASTED THE DAMN THING!

Okay. So now I'm confused. Upset, even. What the fuck is going on here? Who is this "FantasiaStories", and what is this site they keep hawking?

Well.

Ahah.

After sending some baffled texts to my friend, reporting the duplicate fics to Ao3 T&S for advertising, and several hours of waffling (and playing vidya games) about whether or not to click the link, I clicked the fucking link. I need to know what's going on. This is WEIRD.

WELL! The site is janky as all hell, first of all. Like, look at this shit:

Yeah, probably optimized for mobile but that is UGLY on desktop. And yes, that horribly-stretched png is a functional button! Shockingly. Let's go "learn how to play".

ah yes. the user guice. Welcome to visit our website :)))

So I scroll past the instructions on how to create an account, because I am not here to make an account. I am here to find the fucking truth. At first, the instructions give off the energy of this being an erotic mad libs site.

There's a feature for a narrator to read the text out loud to you as well. Personally I would crawl out of my skin but to each their own —

Oh. Ohhhh. Oh I see.

Now, when I look back at the Malleus fic that started all this, I noted something that, to anyone who has not played TWST, would go completely under the radar. I have helpfully highlighted this issue in the following screenshot:

The fic describes his eyes as being "gold and amber"

Any self-respecting TWST enjoyer knows that Malleus hAS GREEN EYES HOLY SHIT HIS WHOLE COLOR SCHEME IS BLACK AND GREEN YOU FUCKING SHAM! YOU CHARLATAN! YOU SCAMMER! This is SUCH a basic fact about his design that I simply cannot believe an actual human fan wrote this shit. ALSO the whole thing is generic af and it feels like malleus was just put in there because name recognition. this shit isn't malleus.

IN CONCLUSION: FANTASIASTORIES ON AO3 IS ALMOST CERTAINLY NOT WRITING THE STORIES THEY POST THEMSELVES, THEY ARE USING THEIR DOGSHIT WEBSITE THAT THEY KEEP ADVERTISING IN THE NOTES TO GENERATE AI SLOP FICS!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!

[quitealotofsodapop]

With Serendipity in the hypothetical Black Myth sequel I just imagined somewhere, in the void of nothingness, SWK and LEM are there. They don't follow the natural order of life so they're in a place unknown. Maybe in this void they'll finally get the chance to talk to each other and maybe be friends, once getting past the imposter thing.

I love that - imagine two Obi Wans, except they're either fighting or making out. Erlang eventually figures out that the monkeys are weird spirits and tries punching Wukong's ghost out of anger/worry/joy.

Also gonna share screenshots of our reply ramblings! I put transcripts in the image descriptions. :3

Serendipity (btw I looked up the word in Mandarin = Ǒu Rán Xìng/偶然性), def has a huge idol/parent-complex regarding their creators. Sun Wukong is both loved and hated across China, and suddenly there's this imposter running around holding his relics and interacting with his family and friends!

Steven Universe is very apt in this situation since Serendipity is both a part and an extension of Sun Wukong and the Six Eared Macaque. It confuses a lot of gods.

Also this line fits them very well:

Serendipity, after hearing another "wrong" SWK committed: "Stop it! I can't deal with one more horrible thing he did, Okay?! I don't want to hear about it! I don't even want to think about it!" (powers charging up) "I just… want to fix it!!"

Cue boss battle.

Also for those wondering what a Golden Snub-Nosed Monkey looks like;

You're welcome.

That height difference between Serendipity and the Destined One probably ridiculous. In the book, Wukong is a pretty short guy - Destined One could be a complete 6ft+ outlier of a monkey demon. XD

[bluiela]

You can’t say “IF it’s you” and then imply I must be guilty because someone "outed me" then turn around and claim you’re not accusing anyone. That’s not how this works. If it’s not about me, why bring it up like it is? And why insult me if you weren't even sure it's me? You didn’t tag me, but you directly named me and now you're blaming my mutuals as the likely source of your harassment, again, without proof. That’s just shifting blame around when the reality is: trolls want us to fight each other like this. I didn’t start that, and I’m not the one keeping it going. And you're what they want stirring the pot.

Also, let’s not pretend “I don’t care” and “it doesn’t affect me” lines up with a finger-pointing where you blaming, insulting and being this passive aggressive. But I won’t just sit back while you imply I or people I know are behind it. That’s not fair, and it’s not right.If you really don’t want drama, stop stirring it. Otherwise, own that you're choosing to engage in it.

Just like you, I've received horrible anon messages, and so have many in the Gwynriel side of the fandom. We turned off anons for safety. Blaming and accusing random accounts based on clear troll anons is dangerous,it invites harassment. I saw your post because mutuals sent it to me out of concern. That doesn't mean they are trolls—it means they're looking out for their friends (if you're gonna tag #anti gwynriel then it will show on search if searching gwynriel) , just like I hope you have people looking out for you.If we all agree there are toxic people on both sides, then maybe it's time we stop fueling the fire by accusing each other and start calling out the real issue: the people trying to pit us against one another

I’m blocking where necessary, not out of spite, but for my own peace of mind. I hope you’ll do the same if that’s what helps you too.

E/riels are now guessing who the troll is and they think it's me.

I truly am sorry @loveyazy that you received this message. But if you're just going to blame another random person you have never even interacted with or who didn't even knew you existed based on "someone told me it's you" "someone outed me out" then you are not better than the troll. You did so knowing that it may lead to people sending me hate message because of this. At least you could've tagged me if you are gossiping about me on your tags.

Personally I too can name 10 elriels who I have heard that send death threats anon messages to us so are they going to be trolls as well??

A troll again targetting another creator?? Yeah many of us have received the message but it was obvious the troll was trying to stir shit up so no one gave it attention but you

Many of the trolls copy paste exact posts on anons so are those accounts trolls now??

I turned off my anons because of the influx of pro elriels anons I received to my Pro gwynriel posts, the death/rape threats. The same reason most of the gwynriel have turned them off.

If any e/riel thinks I am the troll then they can simply block me. Remove me from your feeds. Do me a favor. And you may or may not block me but I will be because I choose to remove all negatives out of my life.

This is just juvenile and stupid. People really need to touch grass and understand which anons are trolls and not give them attention or help stir shit up.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

just a quick stop

finally, the full fic of weird fluffy kist that i have been agonizing over...

(cw: violence, minor character death, a bit spicy - lime on the citrus scale)

killer and dust have been trekking through the dark endless space for a while. killer has been chattering nonstop, filling the empty void with his voice, which dust appreciates. were he to be left floundering in the silence, he'd go crazy just like the many unfortunate souls that have stumbled into this non-place.

this "multiverse station" doesn't seem to have an attendant, only an eerie display of monster dust and decayed human bodies scattered sparsely throughout. yet, killer doesn't seem to be deterred a single bit. he's confidently announced that they would get out of here and back on track to their scheduled date in a mobfell universe.

"trust me, honeyboo," killer gestures with his hand waving around like an excited kid. he's leading dust with his other with his other hand nestled in dust's. the handhold is securely warm in contrast to the chilly void. "my intuition is never wrong. we're definitely on the right path."

your boyfriend is a dumbass, brother, papyrus sighs, floating next to dust.

"i know, bro," he murmurs, smirking into his scarf.

killer turns around, as if hearing what he said. "huh? have something to say, dusty?"

"nothing. guide us through this darkness, o wise guy," dust replies.

killer tilts his head, his signature grin widening. "sure thing, lover boy~"

they walk and walk and walk until dust sees something in the far distance - a white light in the black void. killer, still holding his hand, runs towards the light. dust stumbles as he's dragged along. as they get closer to the light, dust can see it is fragments of some sort of dilapidated train station. there sit three wooden benches in various stages of damage. next to one is a sign in an undecipherable language, along with an equally incomprehensible map, probably of the available pathways. a single bright lamp illuminates the area. as killer fawns over the map, dust stands back idly and makes a mistake looking up at the lamp post - he quickly turns away when he realizes there is a white soul trapped inside the lantern, pulsing slowly. fortunately, before dust can think about it, killer whistles at him and beckons him over.

when dust languidly makes over to killer, the hybrid-souled being speaks animatedly, "looks like we're at this stop point," he points to a faded star mark on the map. "if we want to make it to our destination, we can just go straight ahead from here."

killer traces a long-winded path to another symbol on the map. dust doesn't claim to know much about the jumble that is multiverse travel, so he has no choice but to trust his partner.

"but how can we travel to there?" he asks. "your token is out of juice."

killer gives him an impish grin. "we wait."

and so wait they do. the couple rests on the bench nearest to the station sign, with dust sitting in a corner and killer lounging indulgently, wrapping one arm behind dust's shoulders. bored out of his mind, dust pulls out his cigarette pack and puts one in his mouth. he searches for the lighter in his pockets, only to hear a click right next to him. turning to his left, he sees killer holding out the lighter with the flame on, an inviting wink flashing his face. amused, dust leans in to light the end of the cig, keeping his gaze on killer, whose cheshire smile doesn't wane the whole time. dust leans back and lets out a puff of smoke. he can feel killer's gaze on him.

"so, what else can you put in your mouth, bunny?"

dust glances at killer from the corner of his eye socket. the other skeleton is resting his chin on his closed fist, a mischievous grin on his face. dust looks him up and down before replying dryly.

"you're that bored?"

"maybe i am. maybe you should help me entertain myself."

dust scoffs lightly, but still indulges his boyfriend. "you want a fight then?"

"if that fight involves that mouth of yours, then yeah."

without further prompting, killer slides off his seat and crawls into dust's lap, kneeling over his slouching figure. from dust's point of view, the white light from the lamp washes over killer like a soft halo, his face obscured by the darkness, only somewhat lit by that red soul of his. the shape of the soul is wavering somewhere between an upside-down heart and a target, making dust consider killer carefully. extinguishing the cig on the handle of the bench, he slowly reaches his hand to cup killer's cheek.

"this okay?" he asks quietly, to which killer answers, nuzzling into his hand.

"yeah."

dust guides killer down towards him and nips the corner of his mouth, trailing small pecks along the jaw. he feels killer shiver and doubles his efforts, quickly moving his mouth down killer's neck - or at least the parts not covered by killer's turtleneck that is - while helping killer taking his jacket off his body. dust lets his teeth graze near the nape of killer's neck, smirking into the turtleneck when he feels killer grabbing onto his arms and pulling him closer. dust complies, snaking his hand up inside killer's shirt while teasing him with lazy kisses and half-licks around his mandible. killer's bones are scarred under dust's hand, but dust pays them no mind as he lightly caresses his lover's sternum.

impatient, killer grabs dust's skull with both hands and pulls him into a biting kiss, nipping and growling into it, which only stirs dust into doing the same. the wet, breathy sounds of them exploring each other's mouths echo in the empty void. killer lightly grinds on dust's lap, smiling as he feels dust jerk in surprise. the hooded skeleton only tightens his grip on killer's lower ribs, which prompts a quiet moan out of killer.

but there's something else too, a piercing whine coming out of somewhere.

dust is the first to pull back, his face flushing blue and his tone breathless as he whispers, "did you hear that?"

killer smirks at him, not looking as out of breath as his lover is. "might be our ticket out of here."

with that, they hide behind the rubble of the station, both of them eagerly watching whichever unfortunate soul has wandered in here. it's not long before they see a dog monster approach the bright lamp and survey the map, looking as confused as dust was previously. killer and dust look at each other, silently communicating with their eyes, before each of them move in the opposite direction, effectively circling their unknowing victim.

killer is fast, throwing a knife at the dog monster before dust can formulate a plan. the dog monster startles and howls as the knife penetrates into their thigh. they collapse, and dust, not wanting killer to steal his kill, quickly raises a barrage of bones piercing through their head, dusting them right away. it's all over under one minute.

"aw babe, really?" killer whines as dust feels the exp running through his body, making him shiver. "you gotta have to take those measly exp?"

dust shrugs. "payback for last time you stole my kill."

killer sticks out his tongue, unapologetic. "i still have next time. by the way, what's in their inventory?"

dust, as the winner of the short-lived battle, rustles through the dust pile to see some gold coins, a notebook of some kind, and finally a travel token. picking up the token, he checks the thing for any forgery then throws it at killer. killer catches the thing with one hand and inspects it with his softly lit eyelight.

"is it enough?" dust asks, relieved to see killer nod.

"should be enough for our trip. we can always take more from another."

"finally," dust breathes out, and killer chuckles, putting his arm around dust's shoulders.

"don't be so impatient, mon beau," he whispers near dust's skull. "after the dinner, we can continue what we did back there."

dust stares at killer, trying hard to stop the blush forming on his face. he mumbles angrily as both of them swiftly disappears from the station. truly, killer should be glad he's dust's boyfriend, else he would be forced to eat concrete right now.

[k3n999]

Vere is mad about something, so he finds the only person who can comfort him...

Happy birthday Vere~🦊💕

[catgirljaneway]

I deeply dislike the voyager fandom trope where Kathryn is everyone's mom and Chakotay is the dad. (I love found family, I hate "nuclearized" found family) That woman is NOT everyone's mother. She is however Harry's mother. Which is even funnier because from what we know, Harry seems to have a perfectly healthy and good relationship with his actual mom. He did NOT need to be adopted by an insane middle-aged woman but BOOM now he's got mommy issues and it's literally his boss.

[emi-writings]

Unpopular Opinion: These Two Would Be Amazing As A Pair Of Siblings/Twins

[shadow0-1]

You ruin everything you touch

[helpwanted-queerversion]

Nico di Angelo who when awake is always tense. Burdened. Hands clenched and ready to fight.

Except when he's asleep. Then he can let go and just be. His hands unclench and he smiles, just a bit.

X

Will Solace who when awake is at peace. His posture is not tense at all, and he seems perfectly well.

Except when he's asleep. Then he tenses up, and drops his peaceful smile. He is burdened and seeing ghosts.

[fisheito]

there's somethin about maid eito and bookworm yakumo

After i drew ⤴

i woke up the next day and said, NO. I NEED BALANCE!!!!

theeeere we go

[princema-k]

so draw your blade, you wretched fiend and let's you and i fight like the dishonourable dogs we are savage, violent, yet free and when the curtain calls, let me put you out of my misery

[honey-bird10]

I love how even through their "breakup" arcs, hyj always has a moment where he's like "oh I should call shj" before remembering that they're supposed to be angry at each other rn