#and you should NOT stop complaining about those things making you deeply upset

[risoria]

No but seriously it IS so sad and such a futile action to try talking to people online these days bc you can try to make the point ”my whole outlook on life is changing, and re-prioritizing what and who you support and forging new friendships and getting to talk to likeminded people @ protests or via endeavours online is a good thing actually. it’s a good thing to try, it benefits everyone - if your mental health is improving somewhat it helps you to keep doing things and your community and also yourself long term��� and they’ll be like ”oh so you want (idol/celebrity) TO DIE IS THAT WHAT youre saying, racist!!!!??” like, respectfully, bitch are you stupid??? try not to deflect from the topic. please practice reading comprehension, and then keep going with compassion and growing personal morals because you really need all three…

[miniimight]

I need more dad Sukuna and mom reader fics / headcsnons, I love the way you wrote for them!!

hey anon thank you! i'm thinking about making this a series, if you guys have any ideas/requests/prompts lmk <3

PICKING UP BABY FROM SCHOOL oops, toddlers can't ride motorcyles! (dad!sukuna x mom!reader)

sukuna rolled up about twenty minutes before his daughter's school got out, deploying the kickstand of his pitch black motorcycle against the rainbow colored fencing. he pulled off his helmet, sighing deeply when he met fresh air again.

his phone buzzed against his thigh. he pulled it out of his tight cargo pocket, answering immediately when he saw your caller ID. "hey, doll."

"you got there okay?" you asked.

"mhm."

"and you're on the right side of the building? that's where her class comes out."

"mhm."

"great." you exhaled. "m'sorry i couldn't make it this time—"

"stop." he says gruffly, his phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulls off his gloves. "what are you sorry for, silly girl? you're sick and should rest."

he doesn't mind anything when it comes to his two girls, not the fifteen minute commute to her school or the half hour of waiting just to get a parking spot nice and close to the doors.

your laugh was warbled over the phone. "at least the car is air conditioned. it's been getting warmer lately."

"..." he looked down at his bike.

"ryo, baby?" you hummed.

"hm?"

"you did take the car, right?"

"..."

his silence was all you needed to hear. he tuned out your worried rambling about how the hell is your daughter going to get home on that thing in order to process. toddlers don't usually use motorcycles as a mode of transportation... and he should've thought of this before!

"it'd be fine if i had an extra seat." he mused, debating on how he could manage this situation without having to call you to get them.

"an extra seat?! not even an extra helmet?" you shrieked. "baby, i swear, if you're actually thinking about driving with my baby girl on that thing—"

"relax, doll," he grumbled, pushing down the traces of embarrassment burning at his ears. "the brat will be fine, s'just a couple blocks away. she can handle the wind."

"..."

the bell rang and the doors swung open, children pouring out of the hallway and buzzing around in search of their parents.

"she's out, we'll see you soon." he was about to hang up when he heard,

"i'm literally about to come get you, do NOT go anywhere."

he frowns, his eyes scouring the crowd of midgets for his kid. he didn't mean to make you so upset and worried. he just... overlooked important details sometimes. not his fault, he's trying his best :(

"y/n, you will sit your ass down in bed. when i come home, you better be laying down exactly how i left you." he warned. he heard your breath hitch. "you trust me, don't you, baby?"

"yes... unfortunately."

he nodded. "we'll be home soon."

"in one piece?"

he rolled his eyes, grumbling. "yes, woman."

"hm." you huffed and hung up.

he strolled into the compound. as soon as he saw those pretty eyes that creased happily when they landed on him, he smiled and crouched down.

she ran over to him, her backpack jostling behind her. she held up a painting she made. "daddy, look!"

"i see." he pulled her closer, holding the backpack off her back and letting her walk off it. he slung the bedazzled bratz backpack over his shoulder, lifting her up in his arms. "what is it?"

"for mama."

"oh. all your crafts seem to be for mama. still nothing for me." he complained with a drawn out sigh.

she rolled her eyes, and he swore he was looking at you for a second.

"don't roll your eyes at me, brat." he scoffed. "who the hell even taught you that?" he muttered under his breath.

sukuna finally stopped in front of his bike. her eyes lit up as her legs started to kick in excitement. she's only ever seen daddy ride off on this thing, now she gets to ride with him?

he swung his leg over the bike, ignoring the mix of distasteful and flirtatious looks thrown at him. "okay, kid." he exhaled, shrugging off his jacket and holding it up to her. "gotta put this on."

she turned up her nose. "stinky."

his jaw dropped open. "i showered before i came to wait half an hour for you, chubby brat. the hell do you think you're talking to?"

she looked at him as if it were obvious.

"you'll put this on now. give me mama's painting, i'll put it in your bag." he said gruffly yet gently slid the painting into her backpack with the utmost care.

the jacket drowned her, the sleeves near triple the length of her arms. sukuna zipped her up and put the helmet on her head.

she started to whine. "stinky." she wailed.

"hush." he hissed, slapping some shades on and holding her towards her chest firmly. with her protected as best as he could with what he had, and with the jeweled backpack strapped to his back, he began to roll out into the road.

that drive home was the longest thirty minutes of his life. he had never drove so slow before.

you were waiting by the front door, running down to meet them as your husband pulled into the driveway.

"oh my god oh my god," you ripped your baby from his arms, tossing the helmet off her head. "are you okay, baby?" you smoothed away the sweaty hair from her face, your lips pursing when you hear her sniffles.

"my poor baby. daddy's never gonna pick you up again, don't you worry." you peppered her face with kisses.

sukuna caught the helmet before it crashed to the ground, walking behind you with his hands in his pockets. he kissed your temple as he leaned over your shoulder to peer down at his daughter. "daddy didn't do so bad."

you glare at him, cradling your daughter's head against your chest. you whirl away and storm into the house.

he sighed.

after many apologetic kisses and a good amount of groveling, you let him do pick-ups and drop-offs again. though you made sure to watch him get into the car before he drove off.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[lovergirl-brainrot]

Deal Makers and Deal Breakers in a Relationship with (some of) the Straw Hats

I'm honestly not very far into One Piece but I already can't stop thinking about it, so if this is inaccurate to something that happens way further in the series then I'm so sorry, bestie.

Some things that I think are major positives and major draw backs in a relationship with Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Nami, and Usopp that could make or break a relationship depending on your tastes.

Fem reader, one minor NSFW mention in Luffy's

𝒮𝒶𝓃𝒿𝒾

Deal Maker

He's so romantic in the traditional sense. Sanji is the flowers on every date, breakfast in bed, long walks on the beach kind of boyfriend. You guys could be married for 50 years and he'll still be thinking of ways to impress you because he's so deeply in love.

Deal Breaker

He does not stop flirting with other women. He'll do it right in front of you and not think twice about it. You're the girl he wants to devote his life to, but it's hard to believe sometimes when he still throws himself at any hot woman he sees. But if you try to flirt with other people, he is seething. He's so jealous that it makes him sick.

𝓩𝓸𝓻𝓸

Deal Maker

He is so devoted and it shows in every aspect of your relationship. There is not a single thing he wouldn't do for you. Fight for you, move heavy objects, carry you back to the ship if your feet get tired... He wouldn't admit it if you held a gun to his head, but he loves to be of service to you. He likes to feel needed. If you ask him to do something and he doesn't know how, he will figure it out by any means necessary.

Deal Breaker

Does not take your feelings as seriously as he should. If you're upset about something minor and he sees you pouting he'll tell you to stop complaining about it. He thinks it's good for you. In his mind it encourages strength and discipline. He also refuses to communicate with you if he thinks you have an attitude. He shuts you down because he doesn't want to argue with you.

𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓲

Deal Maker

She is so open and honest with you. She makes it clear that you can go to her for absolutely anything. She's not afraid to tell you what she thinks but never does it with the intention of hurting you. She is a full believer that shared joy is a double joy and shared sorrow is half a sorrow. If you need advice, a reminder of how much you're loved, or someone to talk shit with, you always want to turn to Nami first.

Deal Breaker

Nothing, she's perfect. I love women.

But in all seriousness, she has a hard time sharing. She does not believe in the idea of "what's mine is yours." She doesn't like to share no matter what it is. Food, clothes, money... You name it.

𝓤𝓼𝓸𝓹𝓹

Deal Maker

He'll do anything to make you laugh, even if it means embarrassing himself. Your smile makes his heart stop, so he works HARD to keep it on your face. If you need someone to cheer you up after crying, Usopp is the man for the job. He tells you stories that are obviously fake but he'll never stop because those make you laugh too. He's good at lifting your spirits even in the most dire of circumstances. He'll bury his own feelings that the crew isn't making it out of this one alive to reassure you and make you feel better.

Deal Breaker

He can be so insensitive at times. He never wants to hurt you, but he can be just as good at putting you down as he is at lifting you up. He wants so badly to impress others and seem cool that the stories he tells to others will make you out to be worse than you are so he can make himself look good in comparison. He'll make jokes at your expense, even if he knows it's something you're insecure about. Usopp will intentionally exclude you from some things and he doesn't understand why it's a problem. He gossips about the crew with Nami but refuses to let you in on it.

𝓛𝓾𝓯𝓯𝔂

Deal Maker

He's very fun to be around. He always wants you to have a good time. He's easy to be with and he keeps your life exciting. You're the first person he invites when he wants to do something he thinks will be fun. At restaurants he excitedly says "this is really good, you should try it" and offers you some of his food. Every morning he asks what you're doing that day so he can come along and make it more enjoyable.

Deal Breaker

He has absolutely no filter. Luffy doesn't tend to think before he speaks so he is honest to a fault. He'll tell you exactly what's on his mind, but doesn't try to say it with tact or empathy in the way that Nami does. That means pointing out your insecurities, telling strangers about your sex life, telling the rest of the crew all of the details they have no business knowing when you're in the middle of an argument, etc.

[diabolicalworldwriter]

Jesus, I just got to the point in Words of Radiance where Kal is in prison and Dalinar basically says "You're not going to end racism by being radical and acting upset about it. You can't just expect us to treat you like an equal because you're not one. Play nice and maybe the racists will grow to respect you"

I.

Buddy what the fuck

In general I think I've found that I'm... Not as fond of Dalinar as I used to be. Don't get me wrong, he does some great things and he's constantly trying to improve and I appreciate that. Flawed characters make stories interesting and I think Brandon does a fantastic job of writing him. However, he is overly strict and judgemental (Still not forgiving him for hating on Adolin for trying to express himself a bit more through style in ROW; let my boy dress up a bit if he wants), he struggles to accept other ways of doing things (we could look to Adolin again, being "too friendly" with those he commands and Dalinar going "noooo they might respect you less if they think you see them as an equal individual"), and while he talks about how he wants to change how everything works, if someone tries to defy convention in a way he doesn't approve of he shuts them down. (Kaladin pointing out very fair issues with how dark eyes are punished severely and light eyes get away with everything only to be talked down at until he shut up and fell in line, for example.) He wants change and has power to bring it about but won't do anything too radical for it, I guess, and that frustrates me. He tends to support systems as long as they work for his own goals, even if they're still exploitative and deeply unjust, while also complaining that everyone else is being exploitative and unjust. I dislike that he acts like he's doing Kaladin such a favor by treating him as almost an equal. "I'm sticking my neck out by treating you like a human, act civil and don't try to speak too loudly about the injustices yet, you might make the others uncomfortable." Dalinar isn't like other light eyes, he's so quirky and different and sometimes acts a bit less classist and racist!!! Aren't we lucky!! Idk maybe I'm stating my point a bit too strongly but damn. He's giving "yeah I'm a stubborn old man but really I'm quite progressive, I don't even go out of my way to hate crime people"

Words of Radiance, while I enjoy it, is rather difficult to get through because it's just so many main characters who I generally appreciate being awful to/supporting or ignoring awful behavior towards Kaladin and if he reacts they're like ":0000 how dare he attack first" (I appreciate Zahel chewing out Adolin for antagonizing and then fighting Kal in shardplate because goddamn Adolin I love you but that sucked.)

I'm finding Elhokar a lot more unlikeable on this reread as well. He's meant to be unlikeable of course, so good job on that, but Jesus he can be the worst. Honestly standing beside my past thoughts that what Moash did wrong was not in turning on the system that oppresses him and all the dark eyes, but just that he knowingly hurt Kaladin and other people who cared about him repeatedly and severely to do so.

I'm on board with killing horrible leaders (especially if it seems the only way to remove them and stop them from causing harm: people shouldn't have to suffer and die as part of a leader's learning curve and character growth, and going "they're working on it" when people are actively suffering is garbage. I'm still sad at Elhokar's death but I'm not sad that he's no longer king) but I draw the line at abusing and killing one's friends and I am just hoping he comes to terms with what he has done wrong and improves in book five.

Anyways that was long and scattered I'm sorry lmao you should have heard my rant to my poor cousin, I was rambling for like half an hour.

[periprose]

Ps5 Peter Parker x reader inspired by this?

It's one of my favorite MerDer moments on Grey's anatomy 🙈😭

Peter explains something about physics or an idea for a gagdet...

🤣 this image really cracked me up lol thanks for the ask!! I've set the fic to take place in the first game, Peter and Reader are Otto's assistants at Octavius Industries. Please ignore the science mumbo jumbo in this fic.

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Otto's lab was really cold this time of year. He barely had the funds to make rent in Manhattan, let alone provide optimal heating and other luxuries.

Still, you shiver, searching through your locker for your comfy, oversized jumper. You're just pulling it on when Peter pops up from behind you.

"Hey."

"Jesus!" You flinch and then rub your eyes. "Hey, Peter. How do you get behind me so fast? That's the third time this month I didn't even see you come in."

"Uh... I just have good reflexes, I think." Peter's mouth twists a little, as he tries not to laugh at your jumper. "Are you sure that's up to lab standards? Where's your lab coat?"

"Ah, Otto doesn't mind. He knows I'm cold." You explain, and Peter sighs.

"Well, he never gives me special treatment."

"Probably because you're not as cute as I am." You joke, but Peter nods and you feel a callous level of attraction towards him for being so nonchalant in terms of flirting.

You never really know where you stand with the guy. He's a naturally witty person and you refuse to read into anything any deeper, just for self preservation.

"Hey, I can't disagree with that." Peter laughs that quiet, soft laugh that makes you smile on your own. "Here, I got you a cup of coffee. That should help warm you up."

You look down and see, sure enough, Peter's holding a coffee cup tray, loaded with three cups, surely your usual orders- for you, extra black espresso to stay awake, for Peter, usually some kind of healthy tea hybrid, and for Otto, a large, creamy Italian coffee blend that's particularly expensive (Peter always jokes that Otto wastes funding on things like this).

"Oh, I'll pay you back." You reach back into your locker for your wallet, but Peter stops you with a raise of his hand.

"It's free of charge. No worries." He hands you the cup gently, and your hand skirts across his. You think for a moment.

"Nothing is ever really 'free of charge', Peter." You give him a side glance. In the last couple of months you've known this guy, you've figured out when he has an ulterior motive.

"... Alright, alright. You got me." Peter starts pulling you along by the hand, towards one of Otto's offices filled with white-boards and desks and equipment. You take a sip of your coffee and notice that it's still quite hot- Peter must've been really fast to make it so.

Not that you're complaining, and now that you're warmer you do feel more inclined to listen to him.

"Okay. You know how Otto's neural interface for the experimental arms have been glitching out?" Peter's got a firm look on his face, as you sit and listen.

"Yeah. It's a poor prototype, I think he asked us to leave it alone? He said he'd deal with it." You shrug. "I've moved on to his requests for a tighter, stronger arm. You know I deal with hardware."

"Yes, but even so, the neural interface problem still persists. Otto's lying." Peter looks at the whiteboard, and sees that half of it is covered all over with erratically drawn diagrams and equations. It's fine, he knows he can write what he needs in that space.

"Okay, look." Peter begins drawing a diagram of the neural interface's circuitry. "See how the voltage is really high?"

"Yeah- but isn't that what Doc wanted?" You grimace. "Last time I brought up the voltage issue, he told me to mind my business and continue with soldering. He wants so much power for some reason."

"Right, that's what I'm talking about. Notice how Otto keeps having those outbursts?" Peter sighs, a deeply upsetting look overtaking him. "He's getting a bit aggressive as of late, and I think it's because he can't figure this out."

"You're telling me. Just yesterday he chewed me out for clocking in a bit late." You sniff. "Okay, I was fifteen minutes late, but still."

"I've been there, you don't even have to justify it." Peter laughs, and begins drawing squiggly lines. You can't help but notice how his strangely muscular arms are tense and visible through his lab coat as he scrawls, and you take a sip of your coffee, savoring the view. Looking isn't illegal, you try to rationalize, but you quickly banish these thoughts as Peter looks back with a sly glance, to make sure you're paying attention.

"This is the electricity flow... and it should be heading this way, but the neural interface is made incorrectly and the flow of energy is heading back this way... towards the-"

"The battery of the arms, not the interface." You suddenly realize, and take a scrap piece of paper off the desk, scribbling down notes. "Hmm... maybe the wiring used for the arms is absorbing too much energy? Or the batteries are too big?"

"Maybe, but neural interfaces are tricky business." Peter winces as Otto yells at something in the background of the lab. "I told Otto not to get too involved with it- it's far too easy to accidentally mess with your brain, and then suddenly you've got anger issues or worse-"

"Dementia." You finish his sentence with an equally grim expression. "Okay. I hear you, but how are we supposed to fix it, exactly? I can only think of using different, smaller wires, or a less cost heavy battery- but then it won't move at the speed Otto wants it to."

"Yeah." Peter's shoulders slump a little, and you feel bad. He's always just one dude trying to take on the entire world's problems.

"Peter, it's not your problem, really. You can only do so much- the man has made up his mind, he's going to have to take the brunt of the problem." You try to console him, but Peter has that determined Parker Pride you've seen far too often, and you know he's not going to let it go.

"Wait, wait. Okay..." Peter starts frantically drawing on the board, and seeing that he's running out of space, without missing a beat, begins to draw on the wall.

"Peter! You're drawing on the wall!" You admonish him, and to your shock and utter horror, but not to your surprise, he keeps going. "Now you've completely lost it- it'll take two seconds to erase the board-"

But Peter isn't listening, in that overly stubborn, inventor way that you know you've done before. He's too lost in his own thoughts, and you know that spark will disappear if he takes a moment to stop drawing.

"I'll clean it. It's fine. We got to get a move on." Peter points to the new diagram on the wall. "Look at this."

Peter's drawn a rudimentary depiction of the robotic arm prototypes you've built for Otto, but the battery pack has been split up into several, smaller batteries that extend over the course of the arms. Something about the way the arms move in Peter's drawings look a lot more... smooth, silky, like a cephalopod.

An octopus.

But you are amazed at Peter's capabilities, either way. "Using multiple different batteries, so the energy isn't drawn away from the neural interface in a great capacity?" You blink, a bit amused at Peter's eager expression. "It would work, I think, but only if Otto is willing for a slight decrease in power."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong. We don't need to sacrifice power at all." Peter draws a set of gears, interlocking through the squiddy looking arm, and you clap your hands, clambering up out of your seat, finally enthused by his idea.

"Peter Parker, you genius!" You shake his arm excitedly, and he turns a bit pinker as he watches you, grinning. "Otto wanted the arm to be almost entirely synthetic material- but if it has rotating gears, the less it will jerk around. It'll be faster, smoother-"

"Thus requiring less power anyways, and less power will be redirected into his neural interface. And, hypothetically, no more angry Otto." Peter grins, and you smile up at him. "I mean, it'll still take some tinkering to figure out, but incremental improvements are still improvements, right?"

"Definitely. Plus we can always try to convince him about solar power again." You joke as Peter snickers.

Peter opens his mouth, about to say something to you, but he stares for a moment too long and hesitates, especially because in the nerdy excitement, he had gotten so close to you, and he was a liar if he said he had never checked out his cute co-worker. Any second now, you should be teasing as you usually do- but your eyes are wide and Peter gets the sense you've been swept up in this too.

He's never been so... close. He can make out individual eyelashes, tiny scars, imperceptible to normal people, but not to him.

And his phone buzzes with some kind of alert. He looks it over with bright, concerned eyes, while you take a moment to step back, much to Peter's mild irritation.

"Ah... must be MJ?" You ask, trying so very hard not to sound like a jealous girlfriend, just a curious colleague. You have nothing against MJ- you just feel that she and Peter are so meant for each other, and this is exactly why you've been trying to protect yourself.

Who are you kidding? You and Peter are both so busy- you'd never have time to be his doting, adoring girlfriend. You just have to remember him as a friend.

Already you feel the walls coming into place, your expression turning neutral, your heart becoming steely, when Peter looks at you again, surprised.

He can tell you're holding yourself back- and he doesn't like that. He wants you to come back to him, to be close with him again, and it drives him nuts that it has to be your choice, but he respects that.

"Not MJ. We broke up a while ago." Peter swallows, hoping he's saying the right things. "Uh... I don't think we're going to get back together. She's dating someone else now."

"Oh." You squeeze Peter's shoulder as comfortingly as you can. "Peter, I'm sorry. I would've been less of an ass if I'd known."

"No, don't be." Peter fixes a firm, kindhearted glance at you, taking your hands, the warmth of his own making you feel especially treasured. "You're great."

There's a teeny bit of hope working it's way into you, into your silly, girly heart despite all the steel around it, and Peter has a soft smile reserved just for you- you know that smile, you've seen it before when he comforts you when an experiment goes poorly, or when you've had a Eureka moment.

He rubs your hands. "Jeez, you're cold! I know women are usually freezing in the workplace- different body temperatures on average and all that- but I'm going to have to talk to Otto about making it warmer in here."

"Lest I die of hypothermia, right." You snort, and Peter snickers, but he still stays close, as if he's using this as an excuse. "Well, at least I have your hands."

Peter's phone buzzes again, another alert, which he apologetically takes a moment to read after letting go of you. Something about Fisk's thugs making their way through Grand Central Station- he shouldn't leave right now, but he can see your curiosity is piqued.

"Just a news alert. Nothing big." Peter lies, and you don't quite buy it, but you don't want to pry at this moment after he's complimented you and been so nice to warm up your hands.

Otto bursts through the entrance of the room, sighing.

"Will you two lovebirds stop canoodling with each other and test out the circuitry? You know, like I'm paying you to do so with very limited funds?" He barks, and then inhales. "Sorry. Just... try to stay on task. And I know you're young and all... but stop drawing on the walls!"

He leaves, grumbling about youth being too romantic and wishing they would understand sensibility.

You're about to refute whatever Otto said, so Peter doesn't feel uncomfortable, when he speaks first.

"I take it he isn't a romantic." Peter jokes as he grabs some paper towels, and you laugh, feeling that Peter's flirting was more genuine than you thought.

[madbard]

“Ford is irredeemably self-centered” this, “Ford’s a bad person” that, etc…

Alright. Tell me then.

What was he supposed to do?!?!

Be a better brother? Ford loved Stan! When they were children, Ford took care of his brother as best he could. But Ford was also a kid in a bad situation, and there were limits to what he could do. Not to mention that Stan relied so heavily on Ford that it honestly wasn’t healthy for either of them. Stan couldn’t stand by himself and he wasn’t trying. They were both struggling; maybe pin that on the parents instead of the kids.

Not be angry at Stan for messing with his experiment? Of course Ford was angry! This was his dream college; in that moment he thought his entire future was crumbling. I assure you, if my sibling had ruined my chances of getting into my dream school I would have been more than a little upset, and I’m sure the same goes for most of the people reading this. Of course, Ford did hold onto that anger for considerably longer than was justified, but in this case I would argue that Ford less “held a grudge for 10 years out of spite” and more “never got the chance to make things right with his brother and held onto that anger because it was better than the nauseating guilt over that final argument, the uncertainty at times that his brother was even alive.” (Which is not to say that Ford isn’t spiteful. Our man has plenty of spite. But him being spiteful is not the only thing going on here.) Which brings us to our next point.

Stop Stan from being kicked out? How?! That household does not appear to have been a safe place for either of the brothers. Should Ford have gotten himself kicked out too? Should he have known exactly what to say to talk his father down - the man who just violently threw his twin out of the house? Ford didn’t kick Stan out. He just wasn’t able to stop it from happening, and that’s not something any teen should be blamed for.

Behave himself when reuniting with Stan at the culmination of the worst period of his life thus far? There’s stress. And then there’s being dangerously sleep-deprived and at the mercy of a horrifying demon that betrayed you, leaving you alone in a shack in the woods with no one to call for help except your estranged brother, who’s complaining about a mullet, of all things. Yeah, I’m not going to say Ford’s behavior was anything other than atrocious here. But really. How well would you handle that?

Thanked his brother? Stan could have destroyed the universe; it makes sense that Ford’s upset! He’s also had literally decades to stew in the terror and fury he experienced in those last moments before falling through the portal (something which almost certainly would not have happened if it weren’t for Stan). Again, Ford’s not acting like the world’s best brother here, but it’s understandable.

Ford’s not perfect. He can be arrogant, spiteful, and bitter. He makes serious mistakes (often due to his own hubris) that put himself, his loved ones, and sometimes the entire universe in grave peril. Ford is, in fact, deeply flawed. That’s part of what makes him a fun character! It’s also what makes him a well-written and believable character. Yes, Ford acts like a jerk. He does so quite often.

Ford also spends nearly the entire narrative bouncing from one deeply toxic situation to another, desperately trying to survive and make life better for himself and his family and watching as his brother makes mistake after mistake - sometimes making choices with severe, negative consequences on Ford’s own life.

Ford is doing the best he can. He’d not a bad person. He tries to be good. He tries to do the right thing.

He just fails sometimes.

Don’t we all?

[fe-fictions]

Hi hi hi! Do you have anymore Niles f!Corrin? I needdd >:)

(I do indeed!! Maybe a little morning after with this devilish rogue? ;0 )

“I know you’re a mess, and that you take pride in these sorts of things…but you really should stop strutting about.”

Your new husband, of one full day, was currently acting as though he were the cock of the walk. He was humming to himself, chest puffed out, not a care in the world as he moved about your bedroom.

All while he remained totally naked.

“I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart.” He replied as smoothly as usual, like he wasn’t phased at all by the events of that night. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Niles, I can’t move!!” You cried, exasperated, “M-my legs are so sore and shaky I don’t even think I can walk! Why are you acting like this isn’t a problem?”

“‘Cause it’s not.” He hummed in reply, casually preparing a pot of tea. You glared at him, unimpressed with his nonchalant behavior.

“I have training to do today, a-and I have to help Ryoma and Xander with council meeting preparations, a-and that’s not even starting to mention all the other tasks I have to do, today.”

“I guess you’ll just have to stay here with me for a while, then.” He shrugged, “It’s the day after our wedding. I don’t think they’ll be so surprised if neither of us show up for our duties.”

“You’re planning on skipping out, too? You’re not crippled like I am!”

“Ha~” He laughed to himself, running a hand through his hair. “To think I’m so good I crippled my wife on our first night. That’s cause for bragging, don’t you think?”

You threw a pillow at him.

“Don’t act so upset,” He snickered, “I’m sure they’ll have some sort of replacement plan in place for you if you don’t show up. Probably Kaze or Jakob, one of those useless retainers. Probably Jakob, though. I did pay him more…”

Your eyes narrowed, the gears in your head slowly turning faster.

“…What do you mean, ‘paid him more’?”

He grinned at you.

“Oh my gods, Niles- did you do this on purpose? You did, didn’t you?!”

“There’s only one way to make sure that everyone knows you’re mine,” He responded simply, setting the teapot on the tray, along with an array of breakfast items that had to have been prepared prior to your waking up. He brought it all over, setting it on the bedside before he returned to his place beside you.

You were strongly considering headbutting him.

“W-why would you do this? I can’t believe you just…they’re all going to think that we’re scandalous, indecent-”

“Husband and wife,” He corrected you, “We’re married. We can do whatever we like. They’ll all understand the allure of your beauty. If they were in my place, they’d want to keep you all to themselves for a single day, at minimum. I just had to make sure to seal the deal.”

“By trapping me in bed?”

“Hey, you weren’t complaining about it last night.”

Whap

“Okay, okay. Uncalled for.” He grinned at you again, “But I know what I’ve got.”

“An unhappy life partner?”

“Someone I care about, very deeply…” He kissed your cheek, “…Who everyone now knows without a doubt belongs to me.”

You blushed, but retained your glare. “I’m not an object to be owned.”

“Didn’t say that. You belong to me, the same way I belong to you.” He held up his hand, wiggling his ring finger so that his new golden band might glimmer in the morning light.

He kissed your lips until the grimace melted away, drawing a giggle from you instead. He smiled softly at you, running his fingers along your cheek.

“So you belong to me, huh?” Your gaze was so very sweet and vulnerable in a way that made his heart skip a beat. It wasn’t something he’d readily admit; this was far too much sap as it was.

“Every inch of me, sweetheart.” He promised, “Hells, if you wanna start marking your territory, I’m more than happy to let you-”

“I’m not a brute like you!” You laughed, pushing his hand away.

“Hey, now. I’m not a brute, I’m just a proud husband. You’re telling me you don’t wanna flaunt me around? I’m your new plaything too, y’know.”

“You’re not a ‘plaything’, you’re the man I love very much.” You corrected him gently, nuzzling into his neck. Niles wrapped his arms around you, drawing you as close as he could (without any foul play, that is).

“Love you too, Princess.” He hummed. The stillness was intoxicating and sweet, the peacefulness a truly welcome and wonderful thing.

Suddenly there was a jolt through his system, and a pair of lips sucking on his neck.

“Whoa, now-”

“There.” You pulled back to look at him, with a very smug, sneaky little grin. “We’re even.”

“That wasn’t a fair fight!” He put a hand to his neck, the skin still tingling where you had left an undoubtedly sizable mark. Glancing to the mirror, he clicked his tongue. “There’s not a collar high enough that’ll cover that up.”

“Well, you wanted me to mark you, so I took you up on the offer!”

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think you’d actually…” He laughed some, incredulous at this daring new side of his wife. “I suppose I’ve got to take the consequences of my actions, huh?”

You nod solemnly, “I’m afraid you must. Especially since I’m stuck here. Can’t have you gallivanting about, making everyone think you’re still a free agent. They should all know you’re mine just as much as I’m yours.”

Niles dropped his hand from the mark to tousle your hair, beaming at his silly princess.

“Sweetheart, they’ll never doubt it.”

He might have been a total numbskull, but even Niles knew when he had a good thing. As far as this was concerned, though…he’d lucked out.

You were the best thing to ever happen to him; no way was he gonna let you go. He wore that mark with pride (even though Jakob seethed at him the rest of the week just at the sight of it).

[thebottomfromhell]

So can I ask about demon male reader die in the upper-moon arm like the reader saying how much they love them and a lot of things that he want to say and they actually cry or something like that I just you know feel kind of I don't know I just well yeah that's all I need to go to sleep now I should

Sorry it took me this long, you order angst, we have angst!

Male Demon Reader Dying in Uppermoon's arms.

Warnings: Angst, Reader's death, mentioned PTSD, Implied possible suicide, Gyokko and Douma are their own warnings.

Gyutaro:

You can still feel your body, but all of your attention is in your head, or mostly, in the arms that hold it against the thin body. Also in your ears, since you have never heard Gyutaro scream like that. It's so loud, so painful, so miserable, the agony.... the grief, you can only hear it "I WILL KILL EVERYONE! GIVE HIM BACK! GIVE HIM BACK RIGHT NOW!!" You try to catch his attention, it seems you can talk even without vocal cords and lungs, but there is no time to find some logic behind it. "Gyutaro...."

What are you even supposed to say? Comfort him? How? You are dying. Things won't be ok. You try to change the topic, for him to not cry his lungs out, or at least not having to face that during your last seconds. "Where is Daki?" Daki, the light of his life, his little sister, he seems to cry even harder after that, embracing what is left about you. "She was burned... THEY BURNED HER UP ALIVE!" Burn, but this slayer didn't do flame breathing, you would have felt it, but even more concerning, is that you don't understand why some fire would be so bad. "Gyutaro, she's ok. She can heal."

He breathes, blinks a bit as he keeps hugging your head, or what it's left from it. You are basically just a face right now. But you can feel the rest of your body, also becoming... nothing. It's scary, you will be gone. But you want to leave Gyutaro... in a better state than this. "But you won't... ne... you won't heal from this..." You already knew that, but him saying it outloud makes you start crying. "I love you... I'll miss you Gyutaro."

Your ears ar already gone after that, there is so much more you would like to say, but there is no time. But you can read his lips, he has said those words several times. There is no misunderstanding. "I love you Y/N." And the last thing you feel are his hands and tears on your face, you really wish you could have done more.

Gyokko:

Gyukko just watches you desintegrate in his hands, he is in his final form, and you are dying. Even now, they are not exactly comforting, as he seems fixated with the fact that you are dying. To be honest, you never expected anything else, he loves pain and death, those are part of his art. And you have always supported his art, so you don't cry and show no fear, since you are not a piece of art of his. You are supposed to be his equal, even now.

"Oi, Gyokko...." he looks at you, making eye contact, if he knows you are upset he hasn't shown signs of it. He hasn't even shown signs of being upset. You hold your breath, then inhale deeply to calm your nerves... how are you even breathing? You have no lungs, your respiratory system has been literally cut in two. It's so confusing, everything is so confusing, and that is scary. "Will you miss me?" You ask, controlling your voice. It doesn't break, it doesn't show anything but the same interest Gyokko is showing.

He doesn't answer inmediately, that does upsets you as you fear he might not answer. That would be worse than saying "no", and time is running out. Bet he does answer after thinking about it. "I will miss you a lot, you dumb bastard. Why did you have to die so easily?" He complains, and you just have to laugh, eyes watering. Typical Gyokko. "I love you, Gyokko. Never change."

You smile as he goes silent again, thinking, as his eyes nover stop concentrating in you. "I love you too. You were great, and I will always remember you." That is all you can ask for, you think as you spend you last moments looking at each other.

Hantengu:

Hantegu crushes you head against his stomach and legs as he cries, hiding and curled up on the floor. He doesn't even know from what, the slayers are already dead. "It wasn't me! It wasn't me!" He babbles, whining and crying, in his eternal PTSD, and to be honest this is not how you want to go. Him denying accusations nobody is making, it's both sad and annoying, but you're not in the situation to comfort him.

How can you calm him down when you are just as scared as he is for the first time? You have always been the brave one between the two but... you're dying. You're dying and you don't know what will happen once you are dead. "Hantengu... please. I know it wasn't you. You are innocent." Innocent from what? You have to admit you are pissed you will never find out, but Hantengu seems to collect himself after that.

"I will miss you. I will miss you a lot. Why do you have to die? Why do I have to be miserable and watch you die?" You chuckle as he pities himself, instead of piying you. But again, Hantengu has never once felt pity for you, you always liked that. Likes to be the strong one even if he was Uppermoon 4. "The world is a cruel place, maybe it's better for me that I'm leaving it!" You manage to joke about him, making him cry. But now you feel good enough to smile."Don't worry Hantengu, I'm sure you'll be fine. You still have the clones, don't you? The can take the role of the protector men I have been taking."

You laugh a bit. "I love you." He says before going silent, that surprises you. He isn't even crying, just trying to smile like you. You only have your face left right now, so if you got something to say... "I love you too." Say it.

Sekido:

Sekido is still killing the slayer that decapitated you... or well, he would be if you could kill someone that is already deader than a 100 year old corpse. Still, he is angry and taking his anger ojt in someone that deserves it instead of the rest of the clones or you. You are angry as well, you are going to die and there is nothing anybody can do about it. No matter how much Sekido stabs the dead body with his staff, you won't stop dying.

"Sekido..." You don't know if it's safe to call his attention upon you right now, but... you don't want to go with your face only feeling the cold and dirty ground. Thankfully, he seems to calm down when he sees you. Or at least he isn't raging anymore... he actually looks worried and scared. He runs to where you are and hugs you head tight against his chest, breathing unsteady as your face is pressed against his kimono. "I HATE YOU! Y/N, YOU BASTARD, I HATE YOU! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, WEAKLING, PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A DEMON!"

You are not surprised, but you can't help but to roll your eyes, annoyed. Your last second will really be you hearing your partner cursing you for being killed? Well, at least his chest is more comfortable than the ground, even if the way he has you prevents you from speaking. Maybe it's better this way, it won't become an argument. By the time you realize, the screming turned into crying, you can feel the tears falling on top of you. "I love you... don't leave."

He always had a hard time saying it, so to hear it now... it's nice. You try to wiggle against his grip and you say several times, hoping that even with his clothes muffling you, he can hear you."SEKIDO, I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU TOO, SEKIDO! I LOV-" Your mouth is gone, hopefully, the way he holds you tighter means he heard you. Now... it's over.

Karaku:

Karaku is just sitting with your head in his lap, holding you with his hands. He is youching your face, petting your head and carresing your cheeks with his thumbs. He is giving you a brave smile as his eyes are watering and holding a lot of warmth. "I love you a lot, you know? Like... really love you, not like the others I have loved...." he speaks softly to you as he keeps comforting you.

"Kara-" he interrupts you putting one finger over your lips, shaking his head and laughing softly. "Don't speak... just... let us have this last seconds together. This will be the last time I see you... I want to cherish you one last time." He says it, and you let it be. You honestly don't know what else to do, and the idea of being able to ignore the pain, ignore the fear, ignore the sorrow, ignore the rage for tha sake of having pleasure, even if it will be for the last time... sounds nice.

"You are very strong, you know. You did everything you could and I'm so proud to call you mine, handsome. You also have always treated me so well and I'm so fucking grateful... damn, I just love you so much." He sniffles as his voice breaks, wanting to talk. Wanting to make this about you since there will be no more a "you" later, and that hurts him. "I love you so much, you are everything I want, sweet boy." Tears start to fall of his eyes and his lips trembles, but he is still smilig towards you.

"I love you too, Karaku." It feels a bit pathetic that you can only come up with that after everything he said, but from the look in his face, it makes his smile easier as he rubs the tears off his face. "I know." Is the last thing you hear.

Urogi:

Urogi is flying with your head in his arms, you feel the cold air, but you are mostly shielded by his body as he presses you in his chest. You don't even know where you are going and you are sure Urogi also doesn't know. He probably just panicked and grabbed you and is searching a way to save you, when... there is none. You don't want to be the one to say it outloud, but... "Urogi.... UROGI. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!"

You have to scream since the preasure of the air muffles all the sounds except the wings and the heartbeat of the clone, but that second could be only because you are pressed against his chest. "SHUT UP! YOU CAN'T DIE! YOU HEAR ME? YOU CAN'T DIE! I WON'T LET YOU!" You can hear his voice break, he is definetely crying from the nasal way it sounds. What to do now? You don't want to be the one to break it up to him but you also want to be able to say goodbye without Urogi being in denial.

You were beheaded by a slayer, there is no winning in this one, and it breaks Urogi. You actually feel guilty for dying, and so many other feelings. You don't want to die, you were killed, and you don't want to fight Urogi into facing the facts. Not when you only have some seconds left. "I LOVE YOU, UROGI! MY PREACIOUS BIRD, YOU ARE THE MOST LOVABLE DEMON THERE IS!" You scream again, and Urogi presses you face agains his chest even harder.

"I LOVE YOU TOO! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE DON'T DIE! DON'T!" As you really can't comfort him right now, you only cry with him in this last seconds.

Aizetsu:

Aizetsu doesn't cry, he barely does more than show a sorrowful face, no matter how sad he is or how much he pities everything around him. Right now he pities you, but he also pities himself, that he has to watch the one he loves die. He holds your head in his hands, sitting with his gaze lost in the forest as he foces you to watch the same way he is. It's a beautiful night, there is a river in front of you that sounds so peacful, the moon is bright, the aire is fresh and it's just a bit chilly (nothing for a demon).

"The moon is beautiful tonight, don't you think?" He moves your head slightly so you can see the moon and the stars surrou ding it better, it's hard to say if he is just ignoring the issue of if he is confessing his love one last time. "I like to be able to experience times like this with you. Everything is nicer when you are around, even the others..." his voice doesn't even crack more than it usually does. But again, he is sorrow, if anyone knows how to handle said feeling, it should be him.

Still, you feel the drops, his tears, shed on the top of your head. He doesn't make any sound as he cries, just letting them out. "I'm really going to miss you a lot. It will be sadder to not have you around... thank uou for all the time you have given me. It left me content." He keeps monologing, wanting to get everything put or his chest or just wanting to make this the least painful possible for you, it's impossible for you to know. But you don't feel scared or angry...

"I will miss you too. I love you." You feel sad, sad that it's all over. The last thing you feel is that Aizetsu moves you head, pt right now just a face, again to be able to kiss it goodbye, making eye contact with you. His lips move, but you can't hesr him. "I love you more."

Nakime:

Nakime is shocked, she doesn't even know what to do besides having you in her lap, taking the place it's usually for her biwa. Now you are nothing but a head that fell from the sky as she summoned you, you managed to communicate with her after a slayer decapitated you and you are at least glas you will be able to spend this last seconds with her. You were so scared for a secondz that you wouldn't make it, that you would be gone and she wouldn't even know it, that she would wait for you still.

You spend the last moments in quiet, you don't want to force her to speak. You would suggest that she could play for you as you finish to desintegrate, but you are very comfortable in her lap. You don't want to move or to be moved. She isn't even crying, and she is barely touching you, just enough for you to not roll over. That would be uncomfortable.

Many thoughts and feelings run through your head. Where is your body? What is going to happen now? Is Nakime going to miss you? That slayer better die painfully! You really love Nakime. What should you say right now? That sword really hurt! - Everything is so spontaneous. But again, you are dying, you have the priviledge of not being coherent.

"I love you, Nakime." You tell her honestly, those are good last words, right? It's not original, impressive or anything, really. But it's honest, and it feels right to tell her. Nakime doesn't cry, her voice doesn't break. She just answers "I love you too, Y/N." And yoj both spend your lasts moments together in silent.

Akaza:

Akaza is crying a lot, your face has more tears of his than yours, as he holds yuou with his forehead almost meeting his. He screams, sniffles, hiccups, begs, everything. "I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY! I COULDN'T PROTECT YOU! I WANTED TO PROTECT YOU! I DIDN'T WANT TO BREAK MY PROMISE! I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! WE WERE MEANT TO HAVE A LIFE TOGETHER!" The misery in his voice makes you want to cry, too. But you also want to comfort Akaza, who seems near having an attack.

"Akaza, my love, my komainu... don't worry. I'm not angry, you did the best you could. It's not your fault." You speak softly, he always loved it when you were soft to him and you hope being gentle can calm him down. "I WILL KILL THOSE SWORDSMEN! I WILL! THEY ARE ALL COWARDS! WEAKLINGS! THEY DESERVE TO DIE!" He isn't listening, he probably can't. He is again rambling about weaklings, you always thought it was strange the way Akaza seemed to remember and not his human life.

You like to think forgetting is some sort of mercy, it makes easier to handle the demon life and diet if you don't have a mamory of anything pevious holding you back, like you feel it does to Akaza somehow. Part of you wishes he could also forget you, it would make it easier for him. "Akaza... listen to me." You try again, and again, and again... time is running out.

He can't hear anything you say, and you only hope he doesn't just follow after you. Not when he has still a lot to do. "I love you so much." You may not knoe about Akaza's past, but you know he will let no sword user live after this.

Douma:

You are almost praying that Douma doesn't just start playing with your head as if it was a ball. He is holding you with just one hand so you can be in front of his face, crying thick tears through his eyes. You can't even bring hourself to be scared or sad, just annoyed with the fact that even know Douma is not being honest. You are about to die, the least he could do is show you the real Douma for one last time. "It's such a tragic event."

Yeah, very tragic, to cry for. That you already know, Douma would not be crying if he didn't knew normal people cry in situations like this. "Douma, please stop crying. We both know you are having fun with thag and I would appreciate if you stopped acting for some seconds." You tell him honestly. You are usually more aware with his condition and let him express his fake emotions. Right now? What do you have to lose if he doesn't like your attitude? Kill you more? Leace you be? Throw you out? Hurt you? What does it matter now? You want to see Douma, so if you can't you might just not be around his mask.

By your surprise, he actually thinks about it. "You are right, this will be rhe last time we see each other. I might as well just be myself for the sake of how special this moment is. Like a farewell." He says as he droos the fake expressions and looks at you, eyes mostly empry, just showing interest. The rest of the face is blank, relaxed completely, as if it wasn't alive. You feel less alone like that, it gives some dort of relief. "You are so pretty, Douma. And a lot more than just some silver hair, an ear the it's supposed to be for deities and rainbow eyes. A healthy advice? Look for someone that realizes that." You smile at him.

He doesn't asnwer for a while, thinking about it before nodding. None of you wsnt to say anything else, just look at each other. If you tell him you love him he will just say it back, and you don't want that. You love Douma, and you are just happy to be with the real one in your last seconds. "Goodbye Douma." He looks at you with all his attention, face finally moving. "Goodbye Y/N. It was a pleasure to know you."

Kokushibou:

Kokushibou is just holding you, watching you die. Though, he is probably still procesing it, so you don't know what to say. He has your head in his lap as he is sitting, just watching you with intensity. It's a bit akward. "Kokushibou, can you ple-" he interrupts you. "Don't speak." He tells you coldly, and you can only sigh at that. You are not even surprised.

"You are dying." He continues after a few seconds, and NOOOO, REALLY?! You didn't notice! At all! Like, it's not like you felt a freaking katana pierce throigh your neck and now your body is desintegrating slowly. It's not like you can move your body but you can't feel you back and legs at all, and for fuck's sake, you are dying. After going through all that, you are scared. What now?

You can see Kokushibou thinking, he probably wants to comfort you and doesn't know how, not realizing he caused you distress in the first place. "You will not be bothered by worldly matters. You will be..." and he can't continue, because how can he comfort you when dying? You know Kokushibou is terrified by death, and now he wants to try to convince you that it's "not so bad"? What a joke! But you appreciate the gesture. You know it will be your last time with him and you don't want it to be such a waste with things with comfort or regret.

"I love you, Kokushibou. You are an idiot, but I love you." He frowns when you insult him, but doesn't complain. He evades your eyes for a while before sighing. "I also love you, Y/N. Goodbye." As cold as ever, but what did you expect? "Goodbye..." you spend the rest of uour seconds in silent, not really satisfied but not wanting to ask more from Kokushibou. It's over.

[estasticvanni]

|| Karasuno X Nekoma Disaster||

Excuse the change in format,still trying to figure something out. ➷

There is no pair in this,I think! ➷

Purely for comedy,may have ooc lines but it’s just for comedy yk ➷

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Everyone had made plans for the summer,except Hinata. He only planned to practice and race Kageyama every time they crossed paths

Luckily,Sugawara planned a camping trip for the team. It was gonna be a peaceful trip but somehow Kuroo knew about it and raided the campsite out of nowhere,so now they have to deal with it’!

“Stop hogging all the marshmallows!”Hinata snatched the bag of marshmallows from Kageyama who didn’t even get to put in between his crackers. This was his 3rd s’more.

“You little-“ Before Kageyama could shout,he was chopped on the head by none other than Daichi “Stop acting like toddlers! Just share the bag.”

Tsukishima was snickering and Yamaguchi was too,Kageyama ended up throwing his s’more at Tsukishima which started a war.

“Get the camera! This is gonna be good!” Tanaka laughed and cackled in the back watching the fight happen,Lev was cackling but quickly shut up due to Yaku giving him the death stare meanwhile Ennoshita watched from the shadows,he wanted no part of this.

Sugawara just facepalmed,not only was the trip infiltrated but now there was huge fight,He shook his head in disbelief

A couple minutes everything was resolved but now the teens find out that they have no service out here.

“How am I supposed to play my games…”Kenma frowned and stared at his switch sadly,Kuroo patted his head “You’ll finally get off that thing!”Kenma groaned. “You suck.” Inouka chuckled “Some exercise would do you good!” Kenma glared at Inouka with malice which backed the brunnette off

Daichi was one problem away from screaming.”Everyone calm down,I have a map back to the city.” Nobody calmed down,it was more like everything became more chaotic. “We should split up and then come back!” Noya suggested,Daichi’s jaw almost dropped,There is no chance he is letting anyone out of his sight-

“That’s not a very bright idea!” Sugawara sighed “Let’s make grounds so it’ll be easier!” Noya was dead set on his plan. Eventually Sugawara agreed without Daichi “This is going to fail.” Tsukishima mumbled

(Some I haven’t written yet but they are present!)

Group 1 • Daichi • Noya • Kuroo • Tanaka (Chaos.)

Group 2 • Yaku • Sugawara • Hinata • Lev (Kinda balanced)

Group 3 • Asahi • Yamaguchi • Kageyama • Tsukishima (Arguing every 2 secs-)

Group 4 • Kenma • Inouka • Ennoshita • (Random!)

Since Daichi had the map,the rest followed,Noya and Tanaka wandered off every so often which was a huge pain in Daichi’s ass. “Get back here!” Daichi shouted after the two,Kuroo enjoyed every second of Daichi’s pain “Having trouble dealing with your own teammates?” Kuroo snickered “Shut up rooster face!” Daichi sighed and face palmed,This was going to be hell.

Sugawara and Yaku had to look behind them every minute to make sure the hyper duo didn’t run off somewhere “I’m so hungry….My stomach hurts…I wanna go back!” Hinata complained “Yeah,My legs hurt,I feel like i’m gonna fall!” Lev also complained. “Shut it you man child! Use those legs!” Yaku kicked Lev in the leg which made him fall”Oh!” Sugawara held back a laugh before handing Hinata a marshmallow “Finally some fooood! “ Hinata ate it quickly,Yaku couldn’t wait to go home.

Asahi didn’t say much throughout the walk however Kageyama and Tsukishima bickered the whole way through “Is the king upset over a marshmallow?” Tsukishima smirked “More like your cocky attitude.” Kageyama frowned deeply,Yamaguchi just watched,He did not want any fight to break out but he did hope they would find the city soon

The group barely talked except for inouka who offered to race both the tired teens “Come on you guys! Running is good for the soul!” Inouka pestered Ennoshita who was half asleep,he already fell 5 times- “Kenma what about you? You barely catch up to the team at practice,you need the strength y’know!” Inouka kept pestering the two and Kenma was about to trip Inouka but suddenly they saw the street lights,they found the city finally.

After everyone arrived at the nearby park,Ennoshita already fainted and had to be taken home,Daichi took the honors in that (wouldn’t blame him-)

“Alright,next time…You guys aren’t coming!” Sugawara sighed and pointed at Nekoma”Come on! We wanna have fun too!” Kuroo wore his cheshire smile on his face,it was annoying sometimes..

Casually Inouka,Hinata and Kageyama were racing around the park,somehow all of them were at the same speed “What a bunch of speedy freaks.” Tsukishima spoke “Tsuki! Could you refrain from being rude for like a minute?” Yamaguchi shook his head,a nice Tsukishima seemed impossible sometimes even though it wasn’t.

Asahi was being bombarded by Noya and Tanaka’s foolish antics “Come on man,what type of girl do you like?!” Noya chuckled deviously and Tanaka did the same,Asahi just trembled. Someone save this poor Brunnette

Everyone eventually said their goodbyes and went home,in the morning,Hinata was already racing Kageyama.

Sugawara,Daichi,Asahi and the forgotten trip were hanging out

Noya and Tanaka were fooling around with Saeko

Tsukishima and Tadashi were hanging out as well

Summer was a bit eventful this time.

[mangodestroyer]

I've discovered the atrocity that is the movie script Crowley and... wow. What an awful character. I mean, he's just straight-up abusive toward Aziraphale. He cheats in every game of checkers against him because... he's a demon and he just does that ig. He calls him stupid and says he should die because of it. And then he says that he never cared about him and that they were never really friends.

Like, remember how Crowley literally pleaded for Aziraphale to run away with him to the stars and then later got very upset when he thought Azi died? Yeah... movie script Crowley just wanted to go alone and leave Aziraphale behind cause he never cared for him and just wants to watch the world burn because I guess he hates the world too.

What made him save the world in the end? Azi cheated in a game of checkers. Wow... what a compelling character arc! /s

So yeah, idk how any of that makes any sense. I mean, maybe Crowley just wanted Azi to become more like himself because he sure seems to be an abusive d*ck with a huge ego in this version. I really don't know. I still don't get how that would be enough to compel him to save the world.

Also, Aziraphale hardly has any personality in this other than, "I'm a good guy and spontaneously do something bad at the end to surprise my demon friend!" And then he says that, deep down, Crowley is actually a kind demon. What!?

I thought that maybe people were overreacting when they talked about this script, but no, it's actually just that bad. Imo, Crowley himself is what really ruined it. I actually feel offended for book/show Crowley over this characterization of himself. Script Crowley is just straight-up disgusting and has no redeeming qualities.

Sorry for the rant. I really like Crowley as a character and seeing him act like this is kind of upsetting. I'd like to believe that the Crowley we know and love gave this a-hole what he really deserved. The Crowley I know would dish out a pretty hefty punishment for those who mess with his angel. Crowley, please rescue script Aziraphale from this abusive relationship.

Thank God this dumpster fire of a movie was never given a chance. Normally, I don't like it when people complain about OOC because people have different interpretations of characters and whatnot. But this is just... not Crowley at all. There's not even a semblance of him in this... psychopathic husk of a character.

Oh, and I think it goes without saying that making Crowley a psychopath, or whatever he is here, really defeats the purpose of his character. Like, yeah. Crowley is not fucking perfect, okay? He is flawed and makes mistakes and obviously seems to have some issues. But he's still not a bad person. To the contrary! He's just doing his best for the person he loves. His heart is in the right place. He just made some mistakes to end up falling and has to pretend to be evil to not get in trouble with hell. He still makes it pretty clear that he cares deeply for Aziraphale. More than anything in the universe. Point is, he's a demon. He's not supposed to be like this. But he is. Even if he won't admit it.

But making him an actual, 100% demon who can never be redeemed? We literally just got rid of an entire character arc. Tossed it out the window. Who wants interesting stories with complicated characters anyway?

Idk if there's supposed to be more to Aziraphale btw. People seem to focus more on Crowley. From what I've seen, Aziraphale is kind of just bland when you aren't feeling bad for him. He just does good until he does one bad thing that somehow impressed Crowley, ig. Where's that intelligent, brave angel who sometimes has his sassy moments despite having an understandable fear of his superiors in Heaven? You know, the one who charmed a jaded snake demon because he's a clever bastard who defied God to help out the humans? I'm not seeing this with script Aziraphale at all.

Okay, I need to stop.

[i-jxta]

February 29, 2024 | 138 PM | New York

I have a lot of memories of being powerless. My entire childhood was surrounded by disempowering me and making me feel small. My mom was made to feel that way as a child and so she sought out to make me feel just as powerless. There was a lack of boundaries and so much emotional baggage in my childhood home. If my mom was upset I had to be just as upset or I was mean and cold. That constant self-sacrificing I did, to make my mom feel better. It made me an empty shell. I felt like I had no power to say no, to speak up and defend myself, or to have a different opinion. Everything was a problem and everything was an issue. Anything that had to do with me was problematic. 

My mom herself has said to me that it always felt like I was challenging her power. When I think back to it, it really was just me fighting back. Me not wanting to come home when she asked, and me rebelling in small ways. She felt that these things were extreme ways of challenging her. I could only rebel in quiet ways, through my actions but rarely my words. I could never muster up enough courage to speak up about how I felt, because one she'd never understand, and two it was always an argument that followed. But even when I was rebelling in small ways, like staying out later. I was still riddled with so much fucking anxiety and fear. I was feeling genuine fear because of my mom. Over things, children with normal and healthy upbringings do not feel. Every time I did something I wanted to do, or challenged her direction I was met with extreme emotional reactions and constant tension and uneasiness in my home. For a child and a young teenager that is A LOT to handle on their own. I had no one to talk to about this, no one to relate to, I didn't even have the words to describe the kind of abuse I was experiencing. I was also so brainwashed to believe that this kind of behavior from your mom was normal, that I SHOULD be feeling this way. I can't remember if I ever actually spoke about the way my mom would act. But I do remember a lot of adults telling me "Your mom is the best. She goes above and beyond for you. You're treating her badly and you're acting ungrateful. She doesn't hit you and she feeds you. Stop complaining". 

It was always so heartbreaking to hear those things. It made ME feel crazy. Like I was making everything up, like all these feelings were coming from out of nowhere. Why did I feel so sad, trapped, angry and confused? Was I just sick? Experiencing these feelings for no reason at all? So I've just been making everything up? It made me question my reality constantly and made me think a little too deeply into my existence. What the fuck was ever actually happening around me? Again, was I just making everything up? My mom has told me ever since I was young that friends don't actually exist. That I could never trust a single soul and people would always eventually turn on me. I could only trust her and the rest of my immediate family. God, that was so fucking confusing as a kid. When I felt better and happier around my friends and more miserable around my mom and family. 

It made me paranoid. If I felt joy around my friends, they must be lying to me or trying to trick me. Or it'd make me daydream a scenario where they were betraying me. I'd take a good guess on how our relationship/friendship would end. Predicting the ending of my friendships and relationships before they ever began. Look, yet another pattern. Happy and normal friendships and relationships where I feel good and nobody is telling me what to do feel suspicious and too good to be true. I remember I used to say that normal and healthy relationships sounded like a bore to me. No intensitiy, passion or fighting. How could I know they truly loved me if they weren't in some way abusing me out of love? How could I prove that they actually loved me if they weren't giving me the kind of love my mom had always given me? Deep down inside I'm picking my closest friends and relationships based on my mom. Do they abuse me like her? Are they troubled like her? If not, then they must not actually have the best intentions. Besides, who did I know in my life who actually treated me like a human being? Why would I feel comfortable with someone respecting my no's, respecting my choices and decisions, supporting me, and asking me why I am upset? Encouraging me to be myself and be someone outside of them? They must not ACTUALLY like me. They don't care about me or about having me around enough to do drastic and extreme things to keep me around. 

It made me lonely. Despite, being repeatedly abused by the people around me. I was still choosing to trust and love the next person I came across. With the hope that maybe they'll treat me better. I loved being around people who were equally if not more broken than I was. I wanted to show them what it was like to feel loved and to have someone trust you. I actually had no idea of what a good friend or girlfriend was. But somewhere in my mind, I understood that to be a good person was the opposite of whatever my mom was doing to me. I didn't want to invalidate anybody or make them feel powerless. So I'd let them use me, abuse me, do whatever they wanted to me. As long as they felt more powerful, as long as they felt a little better about themselves. And what relationship of mine does that sound like? My mom's. I was always self-sacrificing for the sake of her emotional well-being. At the same time, she was the one who taught me that for the people you truly love. You should be self-sacrificing. She always did this, but it always fell short. Nobody would replicate the same amount of sacrifices for her. This same pattern would play out in my life as well. I'd strip myself of my dislikes, likes, quirks, self-respect, time, energy, and clothes if it meant the other person would feel better. I was under the impression that to be someone else's friend or girlfriend it meant I had to be a clean slate every time. I had to be malleable and be whoever they wanted me to be or needed me to be. There was no accepting me for who I was. I didn't even know who I was. I just wanted to make everyone feel better. My mom had taught me it was my job to make everyone feel better, even if that meant completely neglecting myself. Of course, with this belief carrying me through life I was always met with extremely painful relationships. Relationships that would fall apart and all pieces would fall on to me and suffocate me. It always felt like I had failed. I failed to do the one job I was born to do. I failed the relationship, the person, and myself. The weight of failure, disappointment, and heartbreak were enough to make my actual heart skip beats, to make my brain sore, my limbs weak and my chest hollow. How could I be such a terrible person? How could I let the relationship die out like that? I gave it my all, literally. And still? It wasn't enough? How much more does everyone need from me? I wanted to kill myself so bad. It was an endless cycle of emotional pain. I couldn't escape it. 

I was trapped. I couldn't kill myself because the feeling of disappointing others, and inconveniencing them with my death was stronger than being suicidal. When you really think about it my brain was only trying to survive. The anxiety and fear of disappointing others was so strong that it kept me from ending my life. I would choose to live every day because I was too afraid to disappoint anyone else. Meanwhile, I was having an extremely hard time. I wasn't eating, I wasn't sleeping, I was cutting myself, and I was crying to myself every night, silently to not disturb everyone else. My life felt like hell on earth. I was dealing with covert narcissism and silent abuse. My mom would tell me to never talk about whatever happened in my home to anyone else because I'd be taken away. I get that, being in the system is no better than being in my house. But I didn't have a single soul to turn to. I was fucking stuck. Couldn't kill myself, but didn't want to be alive. Living solely for everyone else convenience. Was it worth it? Absolutely not, nobody gave a single fuck. I went to the psychiatric and no one knew what to do with me. It fell out of the script. I was not supposed to feel my own emotions, I wasn't supposed to be doing this. My mom dominated the conversations with my psych team, telling them that my boyfriend at the time was the issue. He was the one convincing me to kill myself. They believed her obviously, no one ever believed the kid. To be fair, I didn't know or understand what it was I was going through. I could blame it on things like being bullied and whatnot. That was part of it at the time, but as we can see now it was much deeper than that. Nowadays it feels kinda normal for a teenager to be suicidal. It's a part of the teenage "angst". The hormones are running wild and everything suddenly sucks. Looking back on it, I don't think it's normal for a 13- to 16-year-old child to feel like killing herself is the only option. That cutting herself is the only proper way to deal with her intense emotions.

Now that I'm 22, turning 23 (in 2 days) I can think about my childhood and understand the patterns and the reasons and make sense of it. I still live my life with those traumas and negative beliefs in my mind, but every day I try more and more to change them. I can say proudly that I am a lot more compassionate with myself and I haven't self-harmed in like a year or less. It's been a while, that's all I know. I am more capable of unpacking how I feel and verbalizing it. I am more open to experiencing positive friendships and relationships. I am open to receiving support and love. I'm getting better at letting go of my old ways of thinking and embracing change. I'm getting better at saying goodbye even when I don't want to. Walking away from situations that are not good for my well-being. I believe in myself and I try my best to trust what I feel and the choices I make. I am accepting the fact that sometimes I will fail, I will fuck up or act a fool and it's not a big deal. I accept the fact that I can't possibly make sure everyone is always ok and feeling good. I am accepting that sometimes I won't feel good and I don't need to pretend that I am to make everyone else feel better and comfortable. I am allowed to take up space and to say what I have to say. I am allowed to say no and to change my mind. I am allowed to not speak to whoever I don't feel like speaking to. I am allowed to be alone, sad, bored, angry. Allowed to cry as hard as I want to. Allowed to have boundaries and expectations. Allowed to not give a fuck LMFAO. And you know what allowed to not fucking always be kind, poised, and perfect. I don't need to always say the right thing or do the right things. Sometimes I'm gonna say something mean or do something stupid. That's ok. All I can do is slowly, but surely get better. And that's what I'm doing, one day at a time.

[aflyingcontradiction]

The Magnus Archives Relisten: Episode 177 - Wonderland

Jon: When did I become everybody’s satnav?

Hasn't he also complained about being used as the supernatural Google before? Jon, I think you're just everyone's entire smartphone at this point. You even do entertaining little podcast segments about local sights!

Martin: What? No, no, that can’t be right. I thought people weren’t even allowed to die any more.

I mean, that's not strictly true, though, is it? Didn't Oliver Banks explicitly say that the End can't exist as a fear without death remaining real? And really, there's no particular reason why "some people can still die" would only be true in that particular domain...

Martin: He needs to make a statement. Basira: Is that like a euphemism or…? Okay, this is getting very silly, but also I still sniggered.

Hi. How are we doing? - Jon's statement

Oh, the doctor's 'we' is a beautiful touch. So wonderfully condescending, immediately made me feel trapped (and why the FUCK do doctors irl keep doing that anyway? I've never had a doctor who used the 'medical we' who turned out to be any good!)

Well, I’m afraid I’ll have to disagree with you there. That’s not your name at all. Now don’t get agitated, I’m sure we’ll get there.

Oh, and that. That hurts! "No, you're crazy, so you no longer get to decide anything about yourself, not even your very identity. And if that upsets you, that's just another sign of your illness". The ripping away of any autonomy. Yeah, no, that's suitably nightmarish. (You could also read this from a transphobia angle, couldn't you?)

I’m here to help you, to treat you, to make it so you’re less of a… burden to everyone.

AAAAAH!

Jon: Satisfied? Basira: Fuck.

Just, Basira's delivery here. This is the most matter-of-fact way you could possibly say "Fuck".

Jon: It’s sort of, like… gaslighting, but in reverse. This place, it’s built on the fear that your mental health problems aren’t actually real. (...) Bad therapists. Let’s just say it’s the fear of bad therapists, filtered through The Spiral.

Okay, Johny, just, why this? Who in the audience needed the explanatory notes??? Trust your audience to do basic media interpretation. You have so far!

Jon: What, you think he ended up in Wonderland House at random? We’re just going to ignore it, and write him off as a ‘nasty piece of work’? Basira: We don’t have time for this.

It's the fucking apocalypse, you're literally on your way to KILL Daisy because she didn't want to live as a monster, and you still won't even stop to consider that her victims might not have DESERVED the monstrous shit she's done to them? Denial sure runs deep...

Jon: Then we should make time. You want to hear how he ended up blinding that man? Because it wasn’t a robbery. He was running away from Daisy, lashing out in a panic. The court believed it. But you believed her…

Oh, now that's a gut-punch of a revelation if I've ever seen one!

Helen: Not to sound like a squeaky hinge...

... a door metaphor? Really? Pffffft!

My impression of this episode

This episode has some genuinely terrifying moments. The concept of "Let's take the worst parts of the medical / mental health care system and say the quiet parts out loud, then combine that with the worst things your brain tells you" is perhaps a bit on the nose, but also genuinely, deeply, nauseatingly unsettling. This episode just kind of ruins itself by then proceeding to explain the point (which was already pretty obvious) in detail. Just ... there are a lot of episodes that I don't personally connect with, but TMA very rarely makes decisions that I would call "bad writing". Unfortunately this is one of them. YOU HAD A GOOD (and horrifying) THING GOING THERE! Mind, that's still not enough to ruin the whole episode for me, particularly not when that "And now for those in the audience who weren't paying attention" bit is immediately followed by a genuinely hard-hitting conversation about Basira and Daisy.

[doesitevenmatter2023442]

It’s been a really tough 6th months. My fiancé and I separated in June. We own a home together and he decided that he wanted to keep it so I’ve been patient as to his timeline to refinance. We’ve been very codependent me more so than him. Which in the 6 years of our relationship and his negative outlook on life in general it chipped away at my natural positive and joyful personality. I started second guessing myself and if I should even been happy and positive in his presence. I became fearful of upsetting him because I wanted to talk about my feelings, and how alone I felt every single day even when we were sitting next to each other in the same room. I grew tired of when I would try to bring up how depressed I was over the lack of an emotional connection in our relationship that I would be shut out so he could process his feelings alone. Then coming back an apologizing for overreacting. I’ve loved this man so deeply that it consumed everything I was and ate away at my insides until I didn’t like who looked back at me in the mirror in the morning.

I decided to leave. I chose that my feelings mattered. That I needed to take steps to grow into the person I miss placed over the years. The person that I stuffed down to try and please another human being so much that I lost myself. Trying so unbelievably hard to please someone that I didn’t even know if they were happy to see me at the end of their work day. Someone that started taking my presence for granted, for everything I did to make sure he never struggled again like he had in the past. Because he deserved and deserves all the joy and tranquility that life has to offer. But I started to see and believe that I truly deserved those things too.

It wasn’t my job to make sure he made it to appointment on time or missed them all together because he didn’t use a calendar. It wasn’t my fault that he complained about his coworkers and work in general. It wasn’t my job to plan a wedding with someone who turned every idea I had down when I asked for his input about “our” day. Some people last less time than I did, some last decades longer.

Tonight is extremely hard for me. I miss my best friend the happy, beautiful soul, gigantic hearted, only had eyes for me best friend. That I talk to ever day and have shared the last 6 years of my life with. That I desperately want to see and talk to and have hold me because of how sad and painful this separation has been. I’m tired of being strong, and enduring it all. I’m so lonely and miss the partner I was supposed to be planning a life with.

I’ll keep my chin up and keep looking for the amazing sun sets and soaking up the amazing thoughtful support system that I have. And try to remember this pain will pass.

If you’re going through a rough time in life please take a breath and remember. Even if it doesn’t feel like it, or that it hasn’t felt like things will get better in such a long time that you’ve forgotten what life was like before the pain you’re in. Take pause. There will breaks in the clouds, where it will stop raining. Times that it’s sunny for days at a time. Don’t forget to stop and enjoy the people that love you. The things that do bring you joy. Not everything will be as hard as what you’re going through right now. And if you can’t see any lights at the end of the tunnel reach out, talk to someone. We as a society hold so much inside ourselves because we don’t think anyone will understand. Talking to each other, communicating. It’s the only way to let go of some of what we’ve been drowning ourselves in. You’re not alone.

I am not alone.

[yellowhollyhock]

okay finashing

Mikey and Donny are not happy about trusting Karai. Donny especially sounds so so bitter which is like a lot coming from him because his voice is naturally just very sweet. Moments like this also make it mean more when even his annoyed voice with his bros does sound so full of love, because clearly he is capable of dripping poison when he wants to

I usually remember Mikey being on Leo's side because of how early on it definitely seemed important to him to address the gang warfare happening in the city. But by this point he seems to be on the same page with Don that they're in over their heads, and having to work with Karai is a bit too far. I wonder if Raph leaving influenced him, Mikey tends to stick up for whoever the others are siding against (one of the reasons he sticks up for Leo so much ajdhsjaj)

oh now she has cool tech and the poison is gone from Donny's voice. This turtle will talk tech with anyone

Karai is so cool

Since Raph isn't there to debate utilitarianism with him Leo has to debate determinism vs free will with Karai (this is the big point on which they will continue to clash, they both believe so deeply in family and duty and understand each other on those points and regret that their respective duties and families place them at odds. But Leo believes so deeply in the power of choice, the opportunity to find creative third options and create a better world, while Karai stays so tied to the idea of fate. And the really interesting thing is that after Leo's training with The Ancient One, he talks a lot more anout the idea of fate and talks about trusting in it, while Karai resents him so much for his choices that put her father in prison that she crafts a new identity for herself, very much taking fate into her own hands)

Mikey said "this plan kinda stinks"

idk just the fact that nobody is comfortable with this but they're doing it anyway because they can't stop Leo and they don't want him to do it alone. Like watching it this time, with their words Mikey and Donny absolutely side with Raph, but they follow Leo because Raph is safe at home. And Leo isn't. And that's what makes Raph so angry too is that he feels Leo is carelessly bringing Don and Mike into danger.

'hopefully they'll destroy each other, if not... it's us against all of them' Mikey is right this plan does stink

that one Purple Dragon whose usually kinda Hun's second-in-command (I think? the humans in this show all look kinda the same to me ajshsh) who does not want the Shredder to control the PD again. Interesting.

Casey continues to keep falling down but still getting back up

Karai "we prepare ourselves and our bodies for destruction" wow Shredder really has pushed this fate stuff with her huh

Mikey "Funny how you didn't mention that part of the plan earlier" Okay it's interesting how him and Don have actually switched. It's like they agreed 'we gotta give Leo a hard time for putting us through this but rn he can probably only take one of us at a time'

Actually though, when Raph was there Don was more speaking up about his discomfort, probably felt he had backup and also was trying to mediate between Leo and Raph. But now that Raph's left and Donny's made his choice to stick around he's pretty much done complaining, it's not going to change the plan at this point

Mikey, actually agreed with Leo, but ever since Raph left he's been grumbling. I don't think (based on his intro) he actually understood Raph's position at all, but now that they had a fight and Raph left he is punishing Leo for making his buddy upset. He doesn't complain to be productive he complains for the joy of it

Raph literally saving everybody's lives

awww his bros are so happy to see him!!

LEO AND RAPH SYNCHRONIZED KICK IM NOT CRYING. OR ANYTHING

Anyways Raph apologizes and Splinter also apologizes to Leo, and I'm glad Splinter did because it's basically like 'I should never be what stops you from following your conscience.' And that's great. That's awesome.

But I don't think it was Splinter who Leo owed an apology to. Raph owned what's his now Leo oughta do the same. And Mikey and Donny certainly aren't getting any apologies for being caught in the middle and pulled along.

Like of course not all the family issues are gonna be solved they still have to defeat Shredder several more times. But just a little "we both lost our tempers" or "I was an idiot too." I mean he was definitely glad to see Raph which is nice because "no one's asking you to stay" was at the crux of it when Raph had his fill but it's not the same as an apology

*sigh* I will write him apologizing afterwards but first I'm writing Angel and April into this debate on Raph's side so Leo's gonna have to get in line

(if anybody has fic recs that treat Raph and Leo's debate in City at War more equally or even fics that deal with this arc generally I would be very interested)

Anyway Darkness Within comes next season. And I'm just. Thinking. About each turtle's fears and the way this arc possibly is the reason for some of them, or at least an example of them

sjhdhw watching the city at war arc today and guys guys Raph is so good to Leo 😭

there's a bullseye on a billboard and Leo misses

Raph: I don't know about all them fancy moves. *makes a bullseye* I prefer just getting the job done

And it's this whole scene, it kinda plays like Raph just giving Leo a hard time, and yeah they are competing and just bantering, but it's the tone. "That's a little too advanced bro" he's being so warm with him you guys

Because Leo is such a perfectionist right from the start and here's the thing. Raph is the only one who meaningfully intervenes. Mikey sees it, but he doesn't really understand that it could be harmful, from his tales of Leo story it seems like he sees it more as a strength. A strength he simply absolutely cannot find in himself and admires in Leo. Donny sees it, and the best way he knows how to help is by making sure things run as smoothly as possible. Leo and Don both take on so much of whatever suffering they see and don't know how to protect themselves in the process, and they kind of feed into each other's self-blame and anxiety. Master Splinter, just like Mikey, seems more proud of Leo's discipline than concerned about his extreme self-denial. He doesn't see, at this point in the story, how deeply ingrained and self-defeating it is for Leo to hold himself to this idea of perfection that he's crafted in his head, largely drawing from Splinter's teachings.

And it just hurts so bad how Raph is the only one who really seems to know, and know what to do, and always stands between Leo and that harsh internal judge.

And that makes him seen as the rebel of the family. Sure there are times he's just rebellious, and he does have big emotions that he sometimes needs more space for than they have in the lair. But he really doesn't cause that much trouble, he talks tough but he's very supportive if his family and ultimately generally respects Splinter's wishes, even if he complains. But he's got this reputation, this place in the family politics where he acts as Leo's foil (to protect Leo from himself in ways no one else has even realized he needs), and that makes him the scapegoat in so many ways. Because if Leo is the responsible obedient son and Raph has made himself stand out as the opposite of Leo, he must be the crazy troublemaker.

also it makes me emotional how these two go off to hang out just the two of them sometimes, just running around goofing off getting exercise, usually competing in some way. There are lots of close pairs among the four but iirc these two are the only ones we really see just choosing to hang out separately, when we got other dynamics it's usually because the plot has put them there. this is the episode that starts with that little song about feeling free being out in the rooftops at night, and it's Leo and Raph just enjoying each other's company.

And it's leading into the arc where they fight, the thing their dynamic ends up being remembered for. i am. fine

[beels-burger-babe]

A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 2

Poly! MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. Ft. Poly!MC

TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury Vomit Part 1: HERE, Part 3: HERE, Part 4: HERE

Meanwhile at the House of Lamentation

Your leaving hadn't made the situation at the House any better. Asmodeus threw his hands up in the air and glared at the rest. "Great! Just wonderful! Now they've run off. Happy now?" venom filled his words, but he could feel his heart race in fear that he had just lost the one person who loved him for more than his looks. Satan scoffed, though he glanced at the door through the corner of his eyes. "Don't act like you're better than us. I didn't see you standing up for them." Levi growled and went straight to his room as Satan and Asmodeus began to argue. Beel took a step towards to door you had just marched out of and glance between it and his brothers. "Should we go after them? It's dark and they're drunk."

Lucifer lifted his chin as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Why should we? It's like they said, they don't want to depend on us anymore, fine. Let them see for themself how far they get without our protection," with those words, Lucifer turned on his heel and stormed to his office.

Beel sighed and looked at Belphie, "What do you think? We can go get them together?" Belphie stared at the door for a minute, a guilty look in his eyes, before he shook his head. "Give them space, Beel. They're probably heading for Purgatory Hall. Simeon and the others can take care of them for tonight. Right now we all just need to calm down before facing each other again," he patted his twin's shoulder before heading to their room; regret swirling in his stomach as he thought of how he betrayed you once more.

Mammon stood frozen staring at the door like he still hadn't made up his mind on what he wanted to do. His instincts screamed at him to get you back in his arms and keep you there. You were his human, reckless or not, and he had a duty to protect you both as your assigned protector and as your boyfriend. But for some reason, he couldn't seem to move his feet. His mind replayed the discussion in his head over and over again. He had once told MC that if they couldn't be saved by him, to make sure that they died. That he was the only one allowed to protect them. Tonight, as everyone was fighting, MC needed him to protect them, but instead, he pushed them towards the wolves. He let his greed get the best of him. "Fuck," Mammon cursed to himself as he shook himself out of his thoughts. He glanced over to see Beel restraining Satan from pouncing onto a sneering Asmodeus. He sighed and shook his head. They hadn't fought like this in a long time. You had always been there to put them into their place. Now look at them. Mammon groaned and ran a hand over his face. "Will you guys cut it out? MC is gone, okay? Ain't nothin' we can do about it now," to his surprise, his younger brothers actually stopped and seemed to be listening to him. Mammon huffed and began walking towards the stairs. "It's like Belphie said. We ain't in no place to make things better right now. Fightin' like this is what got us in this position, so quit it. Get some sleep. We'll figure it all in the mornin'." Beel, Satan and Asmodeus blinked at their older brother as he disappeared upstairs. Seeing Mammon mature and take control of the situation like that, was strange, but not unfamiliar. Asmodeus massaged his temples with one hand and fixed his hair with the other. "Ugh, all this fighting is going to be horrid for my skin," he glanced at the door one more time with a defeated look before heading towards his room. Satan clenched and unclenched his hands a couple of times, taking a few deep breaths, before silently nodding at Beel and walking away. All alone, Beel stepped towards the door. He opened it and looked out at the dark vast of the Devildom before him. With a heavy, guilty heart, he closed the door and pressed his forehead against it. He used one hand to lock the door for the evening, while the other pulled out his D.D.D. The others didn't want him going after you, but a message couldn't hurt, right? He opened your contact and wrote out his text, "Hey MC. I'm sorry for how things happened tonight. Things got out of hand, and I'm sorry for not doing anything to stop that. I know you and the others are upset right now, but I was hoping that tomorrow, once we're all calm, you could come back home and we could talk about it?" Beel sat by the door for half an hour waiting for a response, but none ever came. He frowned and glanced up at the locked door handle before shaking his head. "Maybe they left it on silent for a bit," he mumbled to himself before picking up his phone once more. "Text me when you get to Purgatory Hall. You don't need to say anything else. I just want to know you're safe." With that, Beel headed towards the gym. He wasn't tired. He wasn't hungry. He just wanted you home, but he couldn't have that. So in the meantime, he'd stay awake until he at least knew you were safe.

Only the morning came and went, and there was no word from you. The brothers were starting to get concerned. No matter what was said last night, they still loved you. You all needed to talk, yes, and things needed to be worked out, but that didn't change how they felt for you. They would never want to see you hurt. Lucifer had reached out to Simeon, while Asmodeus contacted Solomon and Beel texted Luke. Only Beel received a response. "Never contact me again. If you come anywhere near Purgatory Hall, I will not hesitate to smite you in an instant, you foul fiend?" Satan read out loud as he passed the phone back to a very confused and worried Beel. "What in the world did you do to him?" "Nothing. At least, I don't think," he thought about for a second. "I've stolen his baked goods on occasion, but besides complaining about as I did it, he never seemed to hold a grudge." Lucifer frowned deeply. "This is clearly about MC. Luke has taken to them as though they're his older sibling."

Levi scowled and pressed a few buttons on his game. "Sure they aren't dating him too?" he yelped as Asmodeus smacked him on the back of the head. "Stop it," Asmodeus growled. "I know you're the Avatar of Envy, Levi, but MC was open and honest with us. They told us that they loved us all and that they wanted a relationship with all of us. We all listened to what they offered and agreed. You agreed to this!"

Levi huffed and put down his game. "Because it was better than not having them at all!" he sighed and put an arm over his face. "I know that they love me, and them being with a-all of us doesn't change that, but it's so hard sometimes. I-I-I just-" "Want 'em to yourself?" Mammon provided. Levi blushed and nodded in response. Mammon shrugged and sat down beside him. "We all understand that Levi. This is somethin' new for all of us. When I see MC bein' sweet with you guys I get this urge to just rip 'em off ya and hold 'em tight in my arms where ya guys can never touch 'em again," he sighed and put a hand on Levi's shoulder, "but then I see MC smile at me the same way they smile at Beel or you or Lucifer. I know that when I'm holdin' them, they're thinkin' of me and they're there with me because they treasure our time together. It's hard sometimes, and it hurts to admit, but you guys make MC happy, and I can't take that away from them." He nudged his younger brother gently, "Neither can you." Everyone sat quietly as they thought of Mammon's words. "They always bring me snacks after my workouts," Beel said with a small smile. "They always seem to know when I'm hungry and would just whip out snacks out of nowhere." Satan leaned onto his knees from where he sat on his chair. "They ordered me their favourite books from the human world on Akuzon. They wanted to do a trade. I'd read their favourites and they'd read mine. That way we could learn a bit about each other just by reading something that the other loved and would understand one another a little better." Belphie tiredly rubbed his eyes and leaned against Beel. "They wake me up after all class and before any meals," he chuckled softly at the memory. "No matter how much I snarled or insulted them, they'd just put their hands on their hips and patiently wait for me to wake up so that I wouldn't miss any of my classes or any meals."

Asmodeus giggled and smiled brightly. "That alone proves how much of an angel they are. Your demon side really shows when you're woken up." The others laughed as Belphegor stuck his tongue out at Asmo. "They would always give me their opinion on my outfits. I know it seems impossible, but even I get torn between which outfit I should bless the public with sometimes. MC would always be the voice of reason to help me choose," his eyes softened, "Though they always said at the end that the most beautiful thing about me was my heart, something no one could see but radiated from the outside-in." Lucifer sighed, closing his eyes as he put aside his pride, and spoke. "They check on me in the middle of the night. I swear they have an alarm. They'll come into my office to see if I'm still awake. If I am, so long as the work isn't truly urgent, they'll poke my cheek and play with my hair until I give in and go to bed."

Everyone turned to Levi. The otaku's face was bright red as he avoided everyone's gaze. "Your turn, Levi," Mammon ordered. "Come on. I know that MC's super gentle with ya. Ya have to have somethin' to add." Leviathan pouted before mumbling. "They'll hold my hand when we're in crowds and in public because they know how anxious it makes me. If I start to freak out, they'll just gently squeeze my hand and pull me along until they can find a quiet space where I can calm down a bit," he groans and glares at Mammon. "What's your point?"

"His point," Satan began calmly, "is that MC loves us all equally. They take special care to do the little things to ensure that we all know that we are loved by them." Mammon nodded and pointed and Satan. "Exactly!" Lucifer hummed in thought. "Though this doesn't fix the problem of MC having no regard for their own safety." Everyone winced. There was no denying that. You admitted it yourself. You were reckless, and in a place like the Devildom, that kind of behaviour would get you killed one day. What would happen if you weren't with them one day? Just like you currently weren't. Memories of your storm out swirled in all of their heads, and concern pooled heavily in their stomachs. "Has anyone heard from them yet?" Belphie asked, looking uncharacteristically nervous. But then again, he was always protective of you as he never wanted you to get hurt again, especially since he had been responsible for so much of your pain in the past. Beel opened his mouth to respond when Asmodeus's D.D.D. went off. Everyone eagerly stood, as Asmo pulled out the device and answered it without checking. "MC? Are you alright?" "Put it on speaker!" Levi snapped, crowding as close to his brother as he could. Asmodeus nodded and quickly did as told. The voice that answered wasn't you, as they had all hoped, but rather Solomon. "I'm afraid they're not," the brother's felt their blood freeze at Solomon's words, as time seemed to stand still around them. Solomon's voice was cold and stern, showing his obvious anger at the demons. "I apologize for not contacting you all sooner, but I was spending every last second of my time and energy on trying to keep MC from dying of blood loss. That, and Luke is quite determined to keep the lot of you as far from MC as possible. If it was up to him I wouldn't even be calling you all right now. I, however, figured that you should at least be made aware of their condition." None of them heard a thing after the words "dying from blood loss" reached their ears. Lucifer took the D.D.D. from Asmo's shaking hands. "What happened? The last we saw them they-" "Presumably walked away from a fight with all of you and was trying to come to us. Yes. I'm aware. I read Beelzebub's texts on MC's phone," everyone glanced at Beel. His brows narrowed as he kept his eyes fixed on the D.D.D. "To answer your question, MC didn't make it to Purgatory Hall last night. They were jumped by a group of three demons who seemed to think that human would make a delectable midnight snack. What do you think, Beelzebub? Is that true? Is the taste of human flesh, really so delicious? I think I've heard you comment as much once or twice before you all began your relationship," Solomon spat the words accusingly. Fury danced on his tongue as though he was Wrath himself. Beel winced back and put a hand on his stomach as flipped inside of him. Belphie growled at the mention in his defence. "Stop dancing around the subject and get to the point. What happened? Are they okay?" The demons were surprised to hear a snarl come from the other end. "I already told you, they aren't. Luke had opened a window to air out some of the kitchens after he failed a new recipe he was trying out when he heard their screams. By the time we got there one of them had eaten half of their right leg, while was one biting along their shoulder, and the other was trying to choke them to death. Simeon and I were able to get the heathens off of them and incinerated them on the spot, but MC was already unconscious. While we were fighting the demons, Luke was just barely able to cast enough healing spells to stop the bleeding and stabilize them. Simeon and I have been working ever since on using every spell, charm, and potion that we know to keep them alive and somehow attempt to heal their injuries." At the mention of MC's leg have been mostly eaten, Beel turned and threw up on the ground. No one moved to comfort him, as they were too distracted by their own states of shock. "A-Are-" Mammon began to choke out before clearing his throat. "Are they

alive? Please tell me they're alive." The answer hung just out of their grasp. Waving dangerously above them like a deadly knife held up by a string. No matter what the response would be, all the brothers felt as though they may faint. "They're alive. Simeon had to use all his power to bring their blood count levels up to a healthy level, and their shoulder was dislocated, they most likely have a concussion going off of their head injury, not to mention their right leg was unsalvagable and had to be amputated, but yes. They are, at the very least, alive." Mammon joined Beel. Satan stood still, though he had changed into his demon form and the aura of pure wrath filled every cranny of the room. Asmodeus held a hand over his mouth as tears streamed steadily down his face. Leviathan had stumbled away from the group and was in the beginning stages of a panic attack. Belphie stared at the phone with a bewildered expression, his eyes pricked with tears, as though he couldn't believe the words coming from Solomon's mouth.

Lucifer was doing everything he could not to hurl the phone across the room.

Solomon continued. "Luke is currently watching them and making sure that they remain stable, while Simeon and I rest. As such, you will have no luck if you try to see them right now. I'll text you when I wake up and then you can come to see them," with that, Solomon hung up. Anxiety, grief, and remorse clung to each of the brothers like a new skin. Earlier they were arguing that all of them had your love, and because of that, all of them had nearly lost you. ***Duh duh duh!!! Part three to come. Part three will probably be the final part, but I don't know. Haven't quite figured out how this is going to end yet. Though a heads up, a may fill out another request before pt. 3 is up just to give me a break from the heavy angst. Thank you all so much for supporting me! And thank you to @millenniumofpain for the request!***

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What would it be like if murderface went clothing shopping with his lover?

OH LORDIE HERE I GO

Murderface shopping with his s/o what will he do?:

he will complain. full stop. will pretend like it’s the worst thing in the world and he hates it all and wants to go home.

but then he sees the way your eyes light up when you see something you like, and that hidden teddy bear inside of him decides shopping can’t be that bad…

he will refuse to just sit somewhere and wait, he’s not one of those guys. if you’re up and walking around somewhere, shopping or not, he wants to be near you. it’s those abandonment issues 🤷🏻‍♀️

he’ll point out every piece of clothing he thinks you should buy, and would insist on buying all of it himself (if charles lets him of course)

i think if he’s been in a long term relationship with someone for a while, he definitely wants to spoil them. but if it’s only been a few weeks, he might not be so inclined to let that secret slip out. he has to act cool and manly of course.

if you pick something out for him to wear and want to see him try it on in the changing rooms… be prepared for a little bit of resistance.. i think he would feel deeply uncomfortable with changing rooms in clothing stores, it’s too open what if someone sees him? he doesn’t care if the door locks!!! someone could still get in, what if there’s cameras!!

he’ll eventually try it on.. he will be very upset while doing so though (and look adorable)

if you’re at the mall, you have to stop at the food court at least twice. once when you get there for some pretzel bites and maybe a coffee or other drink, and then a second time before you leave for a “proper meal” or as proper as you can get at a mall food court.

i think he’s very strict about making sure you get enough food, he doesn’t want you going hungry now!!

he will hold all of your bags. maybe not because he’s a gentleman but more so that he can show you that he’s suuuuper strong and incredibly capable. what do you mean you’re already with him and he doesn’t need to show off like that anymore and that you love him? he has to prove his worth!!

…..he might accidentally drop something in his fervor, it might be a good idea to wrangle some of the bags from his grasp and split the load equally.

he definitely wants you to show him your clothing haul when you get home, he wants to hear the thought process behind every clothing choice