#but its ok!! were allowed to just… *be!* and i had to really internalize that ESPEEECIALLY after everything calmed down after the fact

[aroacedavestrider]

Worried for you every time I see your system bitchcount go up. Get well soon yall

hrk well…! hiya im yoi!! (yoimiya genshin) and im answering this one cause im the most recent split hehe. honestly its kinda like….. i dunno were just trying to cope with stuff i guess! i split back toward the end of our fall semester when shit suddenly got really bad after a really good period, (im talking grade dropped from an 85% to a 59%!!! yikes) and, well…….im naturally a cheery person! so i think thats just kinda what we needed during a time of extreme stress and disappointment and i know i am sure happy to provide!!

last time someone split before me was shoby (shinobu genshin) and that was back in may when we were finally kicking our really cringe ex to the curb anddddd we needed a strong assertive force to do it! and shobys been really good at actually getting us in the mindset to sit down and do important tasks ever since. :)

so yeah it does suck that a lot of the time we come about cause something huge happens and were like “uh oh, how do we cope with this?” but i think were here for the better and were all like a little family! im happy to be here and im happy to introduce myself to daves friends on tumblr dot com!! and thank you for your concern too, were doing better ^^

🎇 yoi 🎆

[l0stfoster]

Hey its paul anon again (thanks for the name 🫡) sorry ive been bombarding you with questions but I absolutely love this au and i love everyone to bits

So, can you go into more detail about darry and paul . Like, as much info abt them as you can throw at me those two are my boys . Like how did they officially get together , how did Paul go abt moving in and whats that situation like .

Also, when Paul is like kicked out and cut off from the family, does he end up just,, losing everything? I mean like, did his parents even let him get his belongings or did all he have was the clothes on his body and trauma. I would imagine his parents had control over his bank account too so they like shut that down too so he’s out here broke as fuck JHSJSHSJ sorry im just yapping

Anon never apologizes for asking I'm so open to answering them bc I love this au and I adore that so many people like it too. Parry fans are eating good bc the writers love Cursed!Parry just as much. I'll answer your questions ab them before I yap. To be totally honest, those two did not ever really make it official. Doing that requires two things they lack; emotional openness and no internalized homophobia. They both told themselves for the longest time that it wasn't a relationship... even after they started saying "I love you" in Latin and Fae respectively (Paul knows Latin bc spells, Darry knows Fae for obvious reasons), or when each other realized managed to figure out WHAT the other was saying,, or when they started sharing a bed and waking up intertwined,,, or when they started using far too affectionate pet names,,, or when things became far too intimate for it to be casual. They never actually make it official, one day they just slip into calling each other their boyfriends. The most official it ever got was when they flat out went "Oh yeah, we're dating" to the gang. The gang was making bets on that, by the way. Pony said weeks, Soda said a month, Steve said two, Two-Bit said a year. Ace got it right down to the date and time, nobody knows how she did it. They have no anniversary because they have no fucking idea when they really "got together". Paul never truly moved in either, he kinda just went from crashing there whenever his car wasn't an option, to taking up the couch almost every night, to sleeping in Darry's room, and eventually, it was just an unspoken thing that he was officially a member of the household. They have to kick him out for the day whenever the social worker comes to check on things, cause Darry can NOT take the risk of some kind of bad outcome to his mere existence. OK MORE GENERAL PARRY - Being with Paul reminds Darry that he's only 20 and still allowed to be something other than "the adult" sometimes. That brings a whole KIND of happiness that he can't describe. Dude's tail is fucked up due to physical trauma but that bitch wags so fast with Paul. - Darry on the other hand just generally grounds Paul. He's so used to the way of life that was on the west side that everything going on there is overwhelming sometimes. - They're very bad with vocal I love you's in English but they will say that shit ALL the time in different languages or through their actions. - Uh after Paul got jumped and had his letterman jacket stolen, Darry gave him an old denim jacket of his own bc Paul hated having his arms out in the open. - Pony audibly gags every time they're lovey-dovey. He's not homophobic unless you're Paul and Darry. - They'd shotgun cigarettes when they were younger (and the only reason they don't anymore is the account of Darry wanting to keep the fact that he smokes every rare occurrence on the down low) - Darry's purring has healing properties like a cat's purr (all of the brothers' have it actually) so this mf will just drag Paul down to cuddle and purr. - They are.. so down bad for each other. Darry does anything and Paul swoons, and they've def had an interaction that goes something like this: Paul, knowing Darry cant lie: "How do you feel about me right now?" Darry, immediately: "I'd marry you if I could." Paul & Darry:

As for being kicked out, Paul's parents quite literally just. Booted him, barely a warning. One minute he's arguing back for the first time since their keeping up appearances at the police event, and the next he's being dragged by the arm and shoved out of the house with threats of being killed if he dares to show his face back there. Just like that, all of it's pretty much gone; save for the clothes on his back and whatever he'd been carrying-- which was really only his car keys and his wallet. He was sleeping in his car for a bit until Two and Pony vaguely got on his ass because Darry's calls were going to voicemail and he was stupid enough to let it slip that he wasn't living at home anymore. Pony, being Pony, snitched. Can't have shit with that little gremlin around- so after finding his dumbass after having had the equivalent of an aneurism over suddenly being ghosted by Paul, Darry extended the offer for Paul to stay with them. He doesn't mind it being a permanent solution, but Paul is.. less fond for a few reasons; so he tries not to impose much while he looks for work. (He does eventually get something sorted out, so yippie! Helps with the bills what a guy) FORGOT TO ADD. He sneaks home at one point to try and get some of his shit because he knows where the spare key is, but gets cold feet at the door because he genuinely doesn't know if his dad will keep up with that threat.

[igglemouse]

I start the morning off starving because, well, have you seen my belly? The little one growing inside sure does have an appetite! Well, it could be my appetite but I'll blame the baby for now because I'm suddenly craving something sweet. That's fine by me, I am part of the international pancake aficionados and pancakes certainly count as sweat, especially with double the butter and syrup!

The aroma of my syrupy soaked pancakes fills the dining room and the gentle sounds of eating as breakfast is a little bit quiet this morning. Perhaps Pascal has a lot on his mind or maybe I've soaked the pancakes in too much syrup? He seems to not be as interested in it. Something is up.

"Everything ok?" I finally ask as the silence was becoming too much for me.

He stares down at his plate some some, shuffles his fork around some. "The team," he starts, which confuses me because didn't he just win a game? "Logan broke his ankle," he says this as if it means something to me. "The center back?"

"O-oh, yes, r-right, Logan..." I'm still confused but I'm guessing he's some important player on the team?

"He's the defensive anchor of our team and I doubt we make it to the next round now, especially being up against Del Sol. We were already the underdogs and-"

"Are the games played on paper ooooor-"

His laugh cuts me off. "You grow on me more day by day, you know that?"

I shrug, happy to give him words of advice. I guess I'll need to follow his games more to predict these sports related mood swings.

Honestly, I can understand. Yeah, from an outsiders perspective it might look like its just a game, a bunch of grown men kicking around a ball, but for Pascal? For him, it's his career, his passion, and his life. The highs and lows aren't just numbers on a scoreboard, there are people contributing to every goal. A defense working to claim a possession, players sacrificing glory just to hand it to a teammate, a group of people all with one shared goal.

So yeah, I can understand how a bad result or losing a key player for the rest of the year could be sad and I'll definitely be more on the lookout to support him as much as I can.

For now though I'll just spend the day relaxing and sift through baby names. I think I want something that starts with an F...

Frida wasn't the only one taking it easy today. Elsewhere, two people sharing familiar with her were having more of a connection and relaxing, together. Sara and Simón had found each other by chance, as often happens, and since that fortunate meeting they had hit it off incredibly well.

Living next door to each other certainly helped and that short distance allowed Sara to wander over to Simón's place and enjoy the comfort of his companionship and the playful company of his dog or not dog. That was what pulled her to him int he first place, the love he showed some random stray canine was a love she was envious for.

Their time together was nothing too exciting as it usually consisted of lounging around and watching TV, although lately the old picture box had become more background noise than anything else.

"There really is nothing on TV these days," Simone sighed, his eyes drifting away from the screen and slightly more towards her.

"Maybe you are just picky," Sara teased and nudged him playfully in the ribs.

"Or maybe I am just spoiled," he replied, turning his look fully on her now. A look that Sara had quickly grown familiar with, one of raw desire and hunger. Of genuine need. She cherished that, he made her feel wanted in ways she had never felt before, the first man in her life to truly look at her like that. The look would turn into more action as he made his way over to her, cornering her on the couch.

"I never thought I'd have anything to give to spoil anyone," her voice was soft this time, leaving space for the compliment she knew was coming because he always threw one her way when she most needed it. This time though his response would surprise her.

"You always have silly thoughts, you know?" he murmurs, almost as if he's slightly annoyed but the smile on his face let her know it was fine. It was always fine with him. "There's no one I'd rather have than you... There is no one I'd rather have than you..."

Maybe that was a truth or maybe it wasn't. Simón wasn't sure himself. The truth was, there was someone else, someone before her, someone he would die for, someone he would kill for, someone that unbeknownst to him, and Sara, that they both knew pretty well. Frida had been special to him and she lingered in a way that was hard to move on from. You don't simply get over people you've loved but sometimes finding someone new can fill the empty hole, even if it can't completely fill it, it's better half-way filled rather than leaving an empty void....

Frida Varela Index ~ Episode 7 ‘Ambitious Hearts’

[strawberryraviegutz]

I really REALLY hate those kinds of stupid “hot take” posts. I think they’re just garbage to purposely farm more discourse to cause infighting, but I’ve been holding this in for so long and I need to get it out of my system so here it goes.

Alastor fans are allowed to dislike Valentino. Valentino was made to be a dislikable Villain while Alastor BY VIV’S OWN WORDS is a chaotic neutral antihero based off of Dexter with a moral code. Of course people are gonna like Alastor more than Valentino. The antihero/vigilante is a very popular beloved trope. I mean just look at Magneto and Venom.

You guys claim to want more nuanced characters but when we try and tell you that Alastor is more nuanced BASED OFF OF EVIDENCE FROM THE CREATOR and little possible context clues in the show we get accused of “babying/woobifying him”(as if Val fans haven’t done that to Val). This isn’t a hit piece against all Val fans/simps btw. I may hate that moth, but you guys should be allowed like him without receiving hate and or death threats.

It’s not “hypocrisy” to dislike Valentino or the Vees and like Alastor for the reasons I said above and the four of them aren’t comparable. Yeah they share some traits but overall the only thing Alastor and the Vees have in common are the mistreatment of the souls they own. Like I said, Val fans shouldn’t be attacked for liking him but the thing is…if you’re gonna preach those words then do the same for Alastor fans/simps because we get attacked too.

(Again it’s not all Val stans but it sure it a lot of them. I’ve all so seen Val haters do it too.) Yall claim not to harass people over fictional characters yet will go under Alastor posts and or discussion threads and be like “Uhm actually him and Valentino are the same🤓☝️”.

“He’s worse than Val” “Why can’t we just have a good villain” “Just accept that Alastor is a villain stop babying him” when we’re just minding our own business. Not to mention people going under fanart of Angel! Alastor and being like “erm actually he’d never go to heaven🤪”.

Along with yall bullying the hell out of Alastor selfshippers/simps and using tumblr sexyman as an insult(which reaks of internalized misogyny btw because majority of Alastor simps are women + women are always the first to be made fun of when it comes to characters that Classify as tumblr sexymen being found attractive by them or any character you personally wouldn’t find attractive.)

And yall going around and keep calling Alastor ugly under posts about people gushing about him and i don’t mean lighthearted jokes either because i make fun of the back of his head sometimes too. And full blown harassment. When an Alastor fan provided evidence of Alastor being a more nuanced character which were clips from Viv’s streams, people in the comments and qrts were being extremely rude and dismissive. It got so bad that op deleted the og tweet.

Don’t go around and claim to be against cringe culture but then make fun of people for finding Alastor attractive. And for goodness sake STOP FUCKING CALLING HIM A SLAVE OWNER. And yes he owns souls but that doesn’t matter.

Alastor is canonically half black and its overall disgusting to slap the label “slave owner” onto him knowing damn well that he grew up in the Jim Crow era of America in the Deep South of Louisiana. His existence as a mixed black person back then was basically considered an abomination. With how terrible it was for black people back then, Alastor probably bore witness to a lot of messed up shit growing up and if that’s the case then it’s no wonder he’s so messed up in the head.

This type of behavior has been going on since the days where we only had the pilot and it’s only gotten worse since the show came out. As soon as I saw that scene with husk and Alastor in hell’s greatest dad I automatically knew what was coming. I’m not saying that Alastor Is a good person nor am I saying that what he did to husk was ok. But to go after/make fun of Alastor fans,purposely denying evidence of his character while in the same breath preach against bullying people over liking certain characters makes YOU the hypocrites. So much for anti-harassment. I’m tired. Bye.

[hexxingcode]

What happens with peppermint after Ivory is arrested and also declared an enemy? I can imagine it must be quite a shock

Maybe a bit of denial first? As in she believes it's just a misunderstanding and they got the wrong pokemon. Then I imagine feeling betrayed and angry would come next? She discovers Ivory was lying about the amnesia, that he was the one to actually steal the first time gear, and that he was a human on top of that. How could she trust him now? What else was he hiding from her? Did he just use her to achieve his goals? How much of their friendship was real?

Also why did peppermint get taken to the future as well if she wasn't the guilty one?

Sorry for the rambling, I just thought the concept and possible consequences of the human remembering everything and siding with grovyle having so much potential

I've been really enjoying your Pmd au lore, and art as well

glad youre having fun with it, i care about team celerity a lot. very important to me specifically. ok so before i discuss the peppymint angle let me clarify:

ok lets continue. so

Peppermint has always known that something was Off with ivory. the way ivory was shifty and never trusted anybody and the ways she'd eat and move, all showed signs of a troubled past. but they didn't know what this past was. they hoped time with them in the guild would eventually settle ivory's nerves, but she only seemed to get more stressed as time went on, culminating in getting even worse during the expedition.

with her increasing erratic behavior leading up to their parking in the first lake, peppermint grew worried that ivory had a past that would catch up to her, that something bad had happened to her, and they were tired of not knowing about any of it, as they desperately tried to ask her what was wrong and what they could do to help

this led to ivory deciding that she wouldn't tell peppermint what the situation Was, and making it clear that she Couldnt, which peppermint respected, but allowing her to help anyway in very vague ways. ivory stressed that she was dealing with an incredibly stressful scenario and that she's completely certain she's making the right calls, even if its dangerous and she cant talk about it, because it'll lead to all these lives being saved in the end, so peppermint trusts her.

during the actual arrest of grovyle and ivory, peppermint can tell something is Wrong, and she visibly reacts this way. she doesn't want to believe that ivory is trying to end the world or anything of the sort, but she also wants to deny that dusknoir would be doing something like this for some nefarious gain. her internal conflict leaves dusknoir uncertain, and he believes that ivory has already clued them in and that they may put his plans into jeopardy as well, taking up their task of collecting the time gears, so he elects not to let that slide and takes her into the future with them, just to be safe.

after they escape execution, peppermint is deeply wounded that ivory would hide something like this from her, and is conflicted about all the lying, and stresses that getting the guild involved and telling everyone about it would have made this a much more fixable problem that'd have prepared them for all these situations, instead of them going on various kinds of wild goose chase while ivory tries to complete her mission alone.

she does believe that ivory is very genuine when she's honest, but is mad that she'd so frequently choose to lie or slowly shuffle her way out of telling the full truth. they express this very clearly and are actually quite mad for most of the trip, but they come to understand these circumstances after seeing what the future is really like. the small, struggling communities, the mistrust and violence, the lack of resources, the hopelessness. ivory's behaviors slowly slot into place in peppermint's mind as they learn about the world she knows, and while they don't outright forgive ivory, and clarifies that she'll probably be mad for a while longer, but that she's willing to move past it if ivory helps fix this big mess the upfront honest way, which ivory begrudgingly agrees to, that being why they finally end up getting the guild involved.

through peppymint's vouch, ivory is vaguely forgiven by the guild and they agree to help save the world! yippee.

[beardedmrbean]

Lawmakers in California are hoping to push through controversial legislation that would ban retail staff from stopping thieves stealing from their stores.

Senate Bill 553, which was submitted by Senator Dave Cortese, has been passed by the State Senate and will now progress to policy committees in the State Assembly. Cortese hopes the proposed law will prevent workplace violence and protect staff from being forced by their employers to step-in during robberies. But some store bosses are furious about the plans, with the California Retailers Association mocking the move as an open invitation for thieves "to come in and steal."

The political wrangling in California comes just weeks after Home Depot security guard Blake Mohs, 26, was shot to death during an attempted robbery in Pleasanton, California. Other cities in the state are also facing their own problems as they attempt to deal with lawlessness.

San Francisco has been gripped by a crimewave that has seen Whole Foods close its downtown location after just a year of business, with bosses saying they were unable to "ensure the safety" of their staff in the city. Nordstrom followed suit by leaving the city this month, but many smaller businesses have had no choice but to remain, despite attacks on their premises.

The proposed new laws come as stores have blamed shoplifting for hitting their businesses, with Target issuing a statement in November blaming "organized retail crime" for an eye-watering $400 million loss in its profits in 2022.

Cortese, a Democrat representing Santa Clara County, told Fox 2/KTVU: "More recently, we've seen another spike in retail violence; [At] Safeways, Home Depots, it just seems to be happening every other day... What we're saying in the bill is it's not ok for employers to take a rank-and-file worker, somebody whose job is really something else... and say, 'Hey, you know, if there's an intruder we're going to deputize you to intervene.' People get hurt and often killed that way."

A statement issued by Cortese's office noted that assaults in stores rose during the pandemic, citing 2022 analysis by the New York Times, which found that assaults in grocery stores increased by 63 percent from 2018 to 2020, and assaults in convenience stores grew by 75 percent. The statement added that workplace violence is the second leading cause of fatal occupational injury.

The Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) estimates that workplace violence affects nearly 2 million workers each year, with female staff suffering from higher rates of nonfatal injuries than their male counterparts.

A retail security survey published in 2022 by the National Retail Federal (NRF) also suggested the issue may be getting worse. The annual survey of the retail industry's loss prevention professionals found that "retail shrink is an almost $100 billion problem."

According to the survey, retailers blamed "external theft" for the greatest portion of "shrink" at 37 percent, while 28.5 percent was deemed to be the result of "employee/internal theft." The difference was made up by various factors, including processing and control failures. The survey found that 37.9 percent of respondents replied that no associates were allowed to apprehend shoplifters in their organizations.

The California bill, if enacted in law, would require employers to provide active-shooter training to workers, keep a log of any violent incidents, and allow companies to apply for workplace violence restraining orders.

But Rachel Michelin, president of the California Retailers Association, told Fox 2/KTVU: "This bill goes way too far, number one, where I think it will open the doors even wider for people to come in and steal from our stores."

And she added that most stores already prevent ordinary workers from confronting shoplifters, saying that most hire employees specifically trained in theft prevention for that purpose. "It [the bill] says no employee can approach someone who's shoplifting, so even if someone is trained on how to deter someone from doing that, now they're not allowed to approach someone. So what does that mean? We are opening up the doors to allow people to just walk into stores, steal, and walk out."

Newsweek is attempting to seek clarification on how the law applies to staff such as trained security guards.

Newsweek has also reached out to Senator Cortese and the California Retailers Association for further information and comment. Several large retailers, including Target and Walmart, have also been approached for comment about the proposed law.

The bill is currently subject to adjustments as it progresses through the State Assembly's policy committees.

[rubyarerosies]

Shinjuku Gyeon

suna rintarou x f!reader

Shinjuku Gyeon looked glorious through your eyes, Suna only knows because you’ve been gawking tremendously, a subtle glow to your eyes shows him enough already. He questioned if there were stars in them from how infatuated you were.

People roam the parks regularly, he wonders if it’s a popular spot for spontaneous situations to occur. Would it be too cliche for you?

The pavilion sits across from where you both stand. Suna admires it quietly, and so do you. The park is where you visit frequently, but it still feels like treasure when you roam around. Everything is like gold in your eyes, you couldn’t tell if it were the serene display or because it was the place in which you met Suna.

You would pick the latter, because having known this place holds the beginning of a lovable journey for you, just makes it a whole lot more special.

Suna was intrigued by the current scene; a frantic girl who had just stepped on a plant, her worry entertaining him through his break. It was appalling at how upset you were over a simple plant, it looked to frail and small to flourish, so why was it a big deal?

He must have been too deep in thought about the situation that he didn’t recall hearing you first plea out to him, “hey! do u mind?”

You finger raised at the water bottle in his hand, a look of anticipation on your face. You must really feel guilty.

“It’s just a plant,” he retorts, “the rain will give it some water,”

To add more fire to the burning disdain in your chest, he popped the cap and drank a large amount mockingly. In addition, his sigh of relief made it worse.

“It’s summer,”

“Still a possibility,”

“Fucking annoying,” you sighed quietly.

“I heard that,” his eyebrow raises, “so mean to a person, but so sweet to a plant,”

“I said nothing,” you retorted, turning your head away, ignoring his disbelieving scoff, “just finish the water so I can fill the bottle up,”

So confidently demanding, he wonders if you were an empress in your past life. As he thought about that, he allowed himself to really inspect you. He confirmed himself that you definitely had the beauty for it, he can’t lie. And the attitude fits; therefore case closed.

He huffed out a breath, if you listened close enough, you would have probably heard a small chuckle leave alongside it.

Without further insisting, he passed your the bottle, letting you use the remainder, “for your friend,”

You let the sarcasm slip through your mind, celebrating internally that the plant had some hope of a future. As if you had just won a significant prize, you cheerily smiled (as if he didn’t intentionally try and mock your distress) “thanks,”

Suna didn’t know if that were his cue to leave or not, but his curiosity (once again) made him stay. You bent down a bit, and so he awkwardly looked away, finding the trees more interesting. The cherry blossoms were indeed interesting.

“Ok,” he heard you say, he turned around, taking a look at you smile. It showed him a light of achievement, you truly believed that water and hope would fulfill your wish of this plant growing the next time you see it, “thanks for the bottle, dude,”

“No problem,” the atmosphere continued in an awkward silent, both of you staring intently at the plant you both had just aided (well, majority of it being you, he just gave you water. still a plus in his book)

You had high hopes; the plant would sprout and show a beautiful flower, and you will bask in the nature of being its savior.

Suna just felt like his water went to waste. But you seemed very adamant that it didn’t, “you sure it will grow?”

He was met with a hum of knowing.

“Well then,” he uttered, “I’ll see you here next week to see, if it’s still lanky-looking, you owe me 5,”

Without an answer, he left. He smiled to himself, a trophy for his courage, he isn’t one to be bold, but it seemed like you couldn’t care if it was. His smile grew as he heard your words of challenging.

Once it was seen that he wouldn’t turn back, you looked at the plant once more, hands on hips as a way of showing authority over it, “you better grow.”

To the countless other people, they would see the growing plant as another decorator for this park. A simple plant that’s blossomed beautifully. However, you see it as a symbol of your relationship.

A small plant in which grew into a strong and healthy stem. Much like your relationship. As the plant grew, so did your relationship.

You both continued to meet up, cautiously watching how the plant grew (he ended up paying the 5 dollars) Once the plant had looked stabled enough to prosper more, Suna finally asked you out.

It’s end shows a flourished flower, you expect it to symbolize another stage of your relationship with Suna. You’re just hoping it’s not a child, not yet.

Suna was a few steps back, having taken the opportunity to take a video of you both during a sentimental moment.

You were smiling down at the plant as he continued to approach you slowly.

“Shinjuku Gyeon, national garden,” Suna turned the camera around to the show the vibrant nature of the cherry blossom trees. There were many trees which blocked the sky, adding a pink hue beneath its leaves.

He believed you looked outstanding in this eye-sore-of-a-scene. The tree and it’s flowers, path and it’s decorated surface, or the pond and it’s treasures beneath it never catches his eye. In this moment, Suna could only see you as you waved him over, exclaiming your excitement over the flower which started his journey with you.

The camera captured your ecstatic-self, “I’m proposing to you after this,”

His soft voice was accompanied by a smile behind the camera, the nerves in him escaping briefly as he matched your excitement at the thought of calling you his ‘fiancé’ alluded his mind.

“3 years and I finally have the courage to do so,” he scoffed at himself, “Hope you say yes, if not, it’s ok, I can wait til’ you eventually say it,”

“Hurry up you idiot!” He chucked at your random fit of annoyance, but he resumed calmly.

“Today’s a big day baby,” he whispered, “I love you,”

+

He posted the vid after you said yes. To his surprise, you cried more after seeing it. “No wonder you took your fucking time,”

“Don’t be mean, I’m your fiancée now,”

“You decided to put a ring on it,”

“And you decided to say yes,”

replies:

m_atsumu: CONGRATS YOU LOSER WOOP WOOP @ y/n goodluck w him 👍#bachelorswhen???

s_rintarou: gfys ur not invited

k_shinsuke: congratulations Rintarou and @ y/n! take care of yourselves

s_rintarou: thanks cap

m_osamu: took ur fucking time @ y/n he’s been planning this since ur first year anniversary

@ y/n: 😨

s_rintarou: no comment cause the missus is already crying at this

[certifiedgoofball]

a rant about how fucking ANNOYING my ex was when it came to my npd (even though HE HAD BPD HIMSELF) ok so first off, he was the one to help me realize i probably had bpd. and it was NICE because i was figuring things out abuot myself and i felt like i could talk to him and i was being really open. but after a bit i started feeling weird with the label, and i was noticing that i had a lot of symptoms that didnt match up with bpd, so i started researching other pds, which led me to NPD. but i had a lot of internalized ableism around the idea. so i pushed it inside myself and bottled it up, until i saw something frmo someone with NPD that i related to so deeply that i couldnt push it down anymore so i started doing more research on npd and looked at experiences from people with npd. and it made sense! it made so much sense and looking through tumblr seeing stuff from ppl with npd that were proud of their npd and were open about it and were so similar to me made me happy. so i decided to tell my boyfriend, because he was, yknow, my BOYFRIEND, and i felt i could trust him. i tell hiim that i think i might have it. at the time i was like 99% sure. and the first thing he says is i probably dont because im "too nice" and that hes SCARED. of my fucking personality disorder. which doesnt help my internalized ableism at fucking ALL. but i put it off im like whatever okay hes an anxious person its fine. but no, it just keeps going. he starts to talk about how he thinks his terribly abusive mother has npd. about how he has so much trauma over the term and how his mother is such a terrible narcissist abuser and how he still believes in narc abuse to an extent. and im like, what the fuck? listening to the things hes saying his mom doesnt even seem like a narcissist. she just seems like a regular fucking abuser. but no, of course, tell this to your boyfriend that confided in you about a terribly stigmatized disorder he thinks he might have, because of course thats good (sarcasm). and then he tells me that whenever i talk about npd i trigger him and i shouldnt talk about it so much. i shouldnt talk about my fucking PERSONALITY DISORDER. the disorder that makes up my whole personality, the one that affects the way that i think and view the world and others. but no, of course, youre allowed to talk about your bpd as much as you want, but i cant talk about my npd. (sarcasm again). if you cant handle me talking about it, imagine what its like to fucking LIVE IT. to have a disorder that everywhere i go there comes up shit about how every pwnpd is a terrible abuser and they dont deserve respect, and then i confide in my fucking BOYFRIEND about it, because i TRUST him, and i just get more stigma thrown back at my fucking face. this one is just kind of annoying and not like objectively bad, but i show them this meme one time thats like "what to do to all narcissists: tell them theyre always right" and they respond like "uhm ackshually.... its harmful to feed into their ego and tell them theyre right when they arent" LIKE I FUCKING KNOW YOU IDIOT!!! i know im not always going to be right! i know that!!!! and then they talk about how they arent comfortable when i ask for supply because they dont want to fucking "feed my ego" like what the fuck!!!! what the fuck is wrong with you!!!! and they would get fucking upset when i headcanoned a character to have npd. like what the FUCK is wrong with you. ughh!!!!!! god. they make me so angry!!!!

[aurasoulhikari]

Zexal Month Week 4 Day 22: P is for Power

@zexalmonth

Ok, ok so we all know how ZEXAL is this miraculous power from the Astral World that allows them to perform the Shining Draws to help them in their Duels and so on. But are we really not gonna bring up the fact that Yuma got this power for a demonic looking door that required him to forsake his most precious thing? Like does that NOT sound like a deal with the devil to anyone?! Especially when Yuma had to worry what he was gonna lose in the course of the series thinking it was Astral, then thinking it would be who he truly was during his last Duel against Shark. His idealistic ability to connect with others through duels to which he believed he defied because of the circumstances that on one hand he was protecting his friends yet on the other he was hurting others he didn't want to hurt. The moment he got ZEXAL it just felt like an internal battle with himself and those around him over wanting co-existence yet having no choice but to fight to survive. And to be honest that actually broke my heart a bit because at the end of the day Yuma didn't exactly wanted to fight the Barians I mean he became friends with Alit, got into some I'll admit random shenanigans with Girag, and with the new revelations was best friends with the literal KING of Barian World! While Zexal had its pros I can't help but feel there were cons to it as well for the user maybe not physically but mentally and emotionally. And is anyone else mad there wasn't anything more to that big mysterious door?!

Like look a this thing!! How the heck is this door connected to Astral World!?

[actualbird]

Wait wait wait I forgot why do you hate the dragon/Rosa card? Is it the plot itself or the ending? 👀

irt my luke card story tier list and me putting SSR Looming Nightmare all the way at the bottom labelled with....

okay, so i actually made a post a long time ago about why i hate this card but after rummaging through my archive, i cANT FIND IT so im gonna have to explain all over again. heads up, this is gonna be a longwinded post, so please bear with me...

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER THAT THESE ARE JUST MY OWN THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS, YOU ARE ALLOWED TO LIKE THIS CARD IF U WANT TO OK. DONT COME AFTER ME.

whenever i read any luke card story and judge its merit, i ask myself a couple of questions:

is it paced well?

does it say something interesting or new about luke, rosa, and/or their relationship together?

if there is angst, does that angst mean something substantial?

were there things in the card that couldve been done better?

overall, did i enjoy reading the card?

now let me go through each question one by one

is it paced well? HELL NAW. the entire first few acts go by so slowly with lots of infodumping exposition. even if there wasnt any infodumping exposition, the first parts of the card are boring. luke is essentially alone trekking up to where the dragon is, and by virtue of being alone, we only get to see his internal monolog with nobody for it to bounce off of. the entire first few parts of this card made me go "are we theeeeeere yeeeeeet????"

does it say something interesting or new about luke, rosa, and/or their relationship together? not.....really. it showed luke's devotion and guilt, yes, but we already knew he had that. i'll give this card some credit because it did show luke's devotion and guilt to Extreme Levels, giving us a glimpse of a "bad ending", so to speak, showing us how luke could end up if he destroyed himself. but like....given that these thing happen in what the card later reveals to be a dream, it feels like everything new that the story brought up amounts to nothing

speaking of it being All Just A Dream, let's head to our next question: if there is angst, does that angst mean something substantial? well, since it all just happened in mc's dreamscape, it essentially made the pain feel like it amounted to nothing. it wasnt real, after all. this couldve been handled in a way that couldve made the dream's pain more important, which leads me to the next question

were there things in the card that couldve been done better? YES. in the card, after mc wakes up from the dream, she remarks that it was strange and out of character and then luke comforts her and then like. thats it. i wouldve wanted to see the story instead delving into this more: like them discussing the implications of how mc's imagination thought it was in character for luke to KILL HIMSELF if he thought himself guilty for hurting and killing mc, how her imagination thought his guilt and devotion would reach that extreme. if they had talked about the dream together, if luke's comfort had more context, then this wouldve solved the problem of "does this card say something interesting about their relationship?" because this would be an avenue for something like that to bloom

lastly, did i enjoy the card.....i will admit, the card made me cry, so it's emotional impact isnt non-existent. but after i cried i was like. huh. most of that story was boring, none of it mattered in the first place, and it add anything new to their overarching relationship.

this is why i hate it

it couldve been better. i couldve ranked it higher as maybe in the "good but nothing special" tier, but like. the fact that it squandered its potential to be more, while also mostly just being angst for angst's sake.....well, thats why i hate it kjBLSJFKDJ

again, all just my opinions tho

[mha-shiz]

Ok- so uh-

I really like the idea of the Crown and how they operate in Ikemen Villains (a mobile Otome game). So imma make an AU about that now- because why the fuck not?

Quick explanation of the Crown in og series: the Crown consists of those who have been cursed with powers. They have a specific ability that ties back into a Fairy Tale or Litarature along with traits of their personalities that also tie back into the stories. Their main goal is to 'destroy evil with evil'. So basically they are a counter measure that is kept secret from the public and they take out corruption in different areas. They are all descend to die brutally and painfully.

So- let's put this into MHA because the hero system fucking needs it so badly.

After the failure that was Lady Nagant as an internal executioner. Some research was done into ways that other governments kept their heros and corruptible figures in control. They learned about 'the Crown' a group of people who would investigate and fight corruption, then when their time comes to die. They accept it with open arms. It seemed interesting, so, they started their own program.

Anti-Villains are what they have been called. As apart of the seeds being made of the group. The first official member was a boy that they were already going to make into the next Lady Nagant. Keigo Takami.

Since the boy was quite young he would be staying in the Manchine with his Mentor. The one that started the whole program in Japan to begin with.

Keigo and his Mentor discussed differnt things on how the basis of everything would be formed and how the rules of the Manchine would be.

1. Those who live within the Manchine do not need to have a job outside of it

2. Those in the Manchine will accept the judgment of those not deemed to be Evil by those within

More would be allowed to be added later as the group grows to a good size, but not too big.

Around this time, a new recruit joined the ranks. A scared, skinny boy, who seemed lost. The Mentor took him in and introduced Tenko Shumura to the Manchine and its rules.

At first meeting, Tenko and Keigo were very weary of eachother, keeping a good bit of distance. But over time they grew into being good friends who often played video games together and just hung out quietly.

Later on, another addition joined the group known as Dabi. The Mentor managed to convince Dabi to join since he wanted to kill Endavor, and thr Mentor agreed to help.

Dabi often trained and tried to be alone, but his instincts kind of got to him and he warmed up to Tenko and Keigo. The three of them being a sort of brother figure to one another.

Around this time they had agreed upon haveing all the staff being underprivileged and paying them all well. This all being insisted upon by Tenko due to his early life treatment that he has locked away.

When the three of them were in their late teens, someone finally took justice on one of the two who would go out in the feild at that time. The Mentor. They were killed on Keigos first mission.

Some time after the Mentors death, someone new peaked Keigos interest and brought it up to the rest of the group. A middle schooler named Himiko Toga had killed a boy in her class and drank his blood. Dabi was the one to leave and recruit the girl I to the group.

Finally, their informant brought them three more recruits to finish off the main group. This was Twice, Magne, and Mr. Compress. Each haveing taken an interest in the group and their informant takeing them to the Manchine.

If you're wondering about where Spinner is in all of this, he works for the Manchine and often spends his time with Tenko as his best friend.

Now, we have caught up to the main plot of MHA. I wonder how thubgs will change will these new peices?

[the-derpy-duck]

Currently in my TFA long rant era don’t mind me.

The guy who took over Sumdac’s business: Dipshit

The Headmaster: Fuckface

So. The headmaster guy who is working with the guy who replaced prof. Sumdac piss me off because of one single thing they did. To get out of being arrested, the guy who is running Sumdac’s business pressures Fanzone so he won’t arrest the headmaster. Every argument made is invalid (legally) solely on the basis that the police don’t need to tell you why your being arrested in America, you can’t be held for more than three days without being told why you were arrested. So when Dipshit argues with Fanzone about why Fuckface can’t be arrested it’s invalid because he isn’t a person who would have any authority on that and Fanzone is not legally obligated to provide an explanation. If or not that should be allowed is a different question, I think if you get arrested you should know WHY you are being arrested but I’m also 18 and an idiot.

Anyway, Dipshit’s main argument as to why Fuckface cannot be arrested is “he was in international waters between America and Canada.” and that he didn’t steal the boat he was on because it had been out of commission for years and was just sort of there. Ok. You just fucked yourself but fine. First off, international water is not a lawless zone. Their is international laws (war crimes, for example) and the laws of the sea have been around since we’ve been able to sail. You MUST fly a flag of a nation on your vessel if you’re in international waters, that flag would need to be the flag of the nation that the ship is registered in. This has been around since at least the 1800s. An American ship lost its flag and was docked in the Netherlands, because the ship couldn’t leave without the flag (I think it may of had something to do with pirates but I could be wrong) the Dutch re a,de the American flag from a description. Although it might not of been an official law or a law of the same name, it was still a rule that was enforced. This is not a new thing. I do not recall seeing an American flag on that ship. Also Fuckface would have been sailing a decommissioned ship that was not up to standards and he definitely doesn’t have the correct certifications to be sailing it. But that’s a bit bit picky and it’s not even the worst part of the argument.

Dear reader, assuming anyone reads this, I would like you to find a map, or a globe. Please find North America and find where America and Canada are. TFA is set in Detroit, Michigan. So the body of water would have to be a Great Lake. Please, turn your attention to that fact that the border between the USA and Canada is a FUCKING LINE. International waters are at least 200 miles out from the shore of the nation, the border between the US and Canada is similar to that of the border between Tennessee and Georgia. That is to say, it’s really fucking thin and was decided on by a line. International waters between America and Canada do not exist in the Great Lakes, you are either in America or you are in Canada. If Fuckface was in Canada then he just illegally crossed a border and was carrying technology, the purpose of this tech is explicitly stated to be for war. So he’s potentially sending technology to terrorist that are based in the country that is arguably America’s closest ally and the country that we trade the most with (some graphs say it’s China, it’s not. We trade the most with Canada.). So not only has Dipshit admitted that Fuckface illegally transporting military grade weapons to our ally, he also admits that Fuckface is a major security threat and potentially a terrorist who is plotting to overthrow the Canadian government. Is that a stretch? Absolutely. But they tell you “anything you say can and will be used against you” for a fucking reason. It is your constitutional right to shut the fuck up and not incriminate yourself. This is no longer a DPD issue, it’s now gonna either be handled by the CIA or FBI and probably the government of Canada. Do you understand the damage that could be done if our biggest trade partner became aware that we let someone who everyone has reasons to believe was transporting weapons illegally go without any sort of push back? It’s one person but that could majorly damage our working relationship with Canada and other countries because it would be international news. We are in a trade agreement with Canada and Mexico that is very good for us. We don’t want to jeopardize that. I don’t think you understand how this could impact our foreign trade. Regardless it’ll make America look incompetent and also an easy target for security breaches.

Fanazon had a good reason to arrest Fuckface, he had multiple ones. Fuckface should have been arrested and then he could finally stop showing up. I hate him and I hate the episodes he’s in because he’s in them. Fuck you headmaster >:(

[lollipencil]

In The Pale Moonlight: Part 3

This AU really will not leave my brain. I am, like, addicted to it. Anyway, I thought I'd add a little something (or is it, someone? >:)) from the Moon Knight comics this time. @harleyification I made thirds, and will most likely make more. Enjoy and be gentle.

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Jake cursed silently as yet another dark empty hallway opened before him. It turns out being part of a vigilante family when you have a magic suit and a connection to an ancient god makes you the "supernatural guy". He sighed.

It had been Tim who broght this case to them. "One of Wayne Enterprises' transfers from out of town has gone missing," Tim said, eyes never so much as twitching away from the Batcomputer. "Ok, and that's our problem because?" Marc had questioned. "Because the last place he was seen was outside one of the new apartment complexes a few blocks from Crime Alley," Tim finally turned to them, "At the same time, everyone else in the building went missing. As did the GCPD officers sent to investigate."

The complex had been typical-looking, the lack of graffiti signaling its newness. Inside hadn't looked very different either. If it were a car, Jake imagined it would have had that new car smell.

And then the front door disappeared.

"We should have called Steven's ex," Marc hissed as Jake walked past yet another number 49. "And give ol'Batdad a stroke?" Jake bit back as muffled pleading could once again be heard from above, "Bad enough when he was dating the bastard." "Zatanna," Marc piped up after a moment's silence, "We could have called her." "Alright then!" Jake finally snapped, "If you're 'Mr Perfect', then you take the body!" "What!? Jake-!" But Jake was already gone.

Marc stood in the hallway looking at number 32. The body was tired. Seven flights of stairs, and the same exact hallway appeared everytime. He walked forward and the door opened on its own. The room inside was cosy, two armchairs sat in front of a crackling fireplace. Marc shuffled inside and let himself flop into one of them.

So tired. Surely, he could take just a little break? Yeah, wouldn't want to be like Tim, the owner of Gotham's most expensive eyebags. A chuckle slipped out. "If we make it out of this," Marc thought as he drifted off, "Tim's going to owe us, big time."

---

Spooked, Marc jolted awake the instant his eyes opened. Four things jumped out at him at once.

One, he was now in a different room. Two, he was in a bed tucked under a canopy. Three, the suit was gone and the clothes he was wearing were not the ones he was wearing before. Four, who the hell converted a sarcophagus into a bed!?

Slowly, he pulled back the bedding to reveal his full new outfit. "Sonuva..." Marc trailed off as he took in the Moon Knight-themed onesie with crescent patterned slipper socks. Sighing, he left the "bed", tossing the canopy aside as he went. The living room was unchanged apart from a steaming cup of coffee and a plate of buttered toast.

The fire was out. The room was quiet.

"Is someone here?" Marc asked into the silence after a generous swig of coffee and a mental (and, for once, solo) debate. A door appeared on the right hand wall, opened to allow a cart with a TV roll in, before vanishing again.

It stopped in front of him and the TV switched on. "The House of Shadows! A perfect place to live!" a peppy but utterly silent ad announced, "By manipulating a patented personal dimension, The House of Shadows can take any form, anywhere, can form any internal structure regardless of exterior space and summon/create any household object as needed. Why live anywhere else?!"

Now Marc was really reminded of Steven's ex. Well, his House. If he did this right, then, maybe...?

"So," he started clearly, "you are a house? And houses are made to be lived in?" Two bright green ticks flashed into screen, bright enough Marc could pratically hear the ding-ding-ding. "Right, but a house with people who don't want to be in it isn't a house." A question mark in purple appeared. "That's a prison."

The question mark muted in colour. "You want to be lived in, right?" Marc went in for the kill, leaning forward in his seat, "You want someone to choose you?" "Yes," flashed repeatedly on the screen. "This isn't how you do it."

The screen cut out and the walls began to shudder. "All this is achieving is making others fear you. And, once people are afraid, they lash out," Marc tried to reason with the room, "As I speak, they're probably trying to free everyone in here. That would likely involve sending you away, back to wherever you were before." "No" Appeared on the screen at last. "Yes," Marc breathed in, and delivered his final blow, "But you can still fix this. Let everyone go, the residents, the GCPD officers, the pets, everyone. And, in return, we'll stay with you. Just let them go, and allow me a phone call."

The walls stilled.

The sound of multiple doors slamming open followed by a stampede of feet was music to Marc's ears. "Thank you," he breathed as he dialed, "Hey, how do you feel about renovating?"

---

"Moon Knight, the building is too small and too damaged," Red Robin reiterated, "Mr Knight said you'd all agreed on this." "Indeed," Moon Knight smoothly countered, "But that was before tonight." "Look, I'm sorry, ok? Please don't do this just out of spite." "Spite? No, if anything, I should be thanking you," Moon Knight audibly grinned as the ground shook, "I made a new friend tonight."

Windows cracked in reverse, police tape was sucked into the building, dark blue paint trickled down the walls. In seconds, a brand new building sat before them: "Let me introduce you to The House of Shadows, or rather, The Midnight Mission."

[schizosupport]

uhm, hello hello! i'm very awkward + nervous so please forgive if i make any mistakes or sound weird. i'm psychotic, (and i also have a special interest of psychology but that doesn't entirely matter), and i have a couple of questions.

i know that disorganized thoughts are symptoms, but to your knowledge is it common for psychotic people to have sort of like episodes where they just get.. really confused? i call it 'perma-confused' as a title because i don't know what else to call it. for me, it's hard to understand what anyone's saying to me, even if it's not big words or anything, and it takes me longer to form coherent sentences and thoughts. it's also relatively hard to carry out specific tasks i'm instructed to do when i'm like that, sometimes i just.. stop functioning and i go blank for a bit, it's really easy for me to experience disorganized speech+thoughts, and these episodes tend to last for an hour or two or more (i've had some last for a day or two).

second question: do you know anything about or have any advice for delusions that were really big and prominent but sort of.. faded to the background instead of going away? (cw for talk of a delusion here) i had a delusion a couple years ago where when i interacted with any media with zombies in it (of which, zombies and zombie viruses are an interest i've had since i was a kid, so it sucks, and completely came out of nowhere) i'd be filled with this overwhelming fear that a zombie apocalypse Would happen. i'd tend to get in a loop of refreshing my google feed for five minutes or more checking to see if any news about an outbreak showed up. it caused nightmares and horrendous panic attacks. after a Very long while-it took months-it sort of faded into.. background noise. as in it's still there, but it takes prompting to actually affect me and occasionally can be triggered easier when i'm more paranoid but otherwise is just something i have to be careful about.

Hey there! Thank you for the question!

Ok so the first question, about whether it's common to have episodes of confusion, I would say yeah, definitely! I certainly struggle with that, and I know that many others do. It's often part of the internal experience of disorganisation or a good old fashioned shutdown. For me, it often happens when I'm tired or pressured. My thoughts will get stuttery and my speech breaks down. Carrying out motion let alone simple tasks becomes increasingly difficult. I think the flavour can be different for different people and for the same people at different times. Sometimes it feels like a type of dissociation, other times it is more of a catatonia related thing (though being that catatonia is described at the behavioural level it can also come with several different internal experiences).. anyways my point being that states of confusion and difficulty parsing and producing language and thinking clearly, is very much a thing that can come with psychosis and psychotic disorders.

As for delusions that fade into the background without going away completely, that's a rather common pattern. For some people it's very much that they either are or are not delusional. But for lots of folks, delusions fade in and out of prominence. And it's not uncommon to have lowkey residual beliefs that still take up some space, but aren't a huge focus the way they were when they were a very active delusion. As for advice, I don't know what I can give, beyond to say that it's good to try not to dwell on it. It's allowed to be there, it's hard to purge it entirely, but since it's causing less active distress by itself, try not to be too distressed about its mere continued faded existence, either.

I have had delusions fading for years and some of them have all but disappeared. So it's not to say that it can never go away. But shooing them off never really worked for me. A lot of the time they seemed to stick around because they represented some feeling or stressor in my life or psyche, and they didn't go away until those circumstances changed.

Anyways, hope any of this was helpful. Have a good day!

[vawilcox]

Due to one of my good friends, decided to write my own fan fic.

Mirko & Me

Mirko had a close call three months ago with a group of villains, and it almost killed her. After that accident, in the hospital, in fear and anger, I screamed at her for the first time ever. Delivering the ultimatum that it was either me or her career.

While she recovered, I held out hope that she would choose me. That my marriage would trump her instincts to protect the civilians of Kyushu in this turbulent time where the villains have all but declared war on society.

After she was released from the hospital, the days slowly ticked by with heavy silence in our home. I'd bring her meals to her in bed in silence. She looked down at the food she normally loved to brag about with the most un-Mirko expression I've ever seen... could I use the word "timid "? Eyes downcast and quivering slightly as she bit her lower lip.

Her face darkened while staring at her favorite dish. Knife and fork in hand. *Mumble* she said into her lap. My heart stopped. I knew the moment I was dreading had come.

"Could you repeat that? It was too quiet." I comment gently. With deceptive softness while internally, my heart was exploding in anxiety.

"... they need me back tomorrow. My agency contacted me. It's getting bad. Endeavor and Hawks are being dispatched to a secret op. They need a third ranker to pull it off."

Mirko stated emotionlessly. The pain it caused her to make this choice... the choice I forced on her... was evident with every aspect of her being. She didn't want to leave me. The love she had for me was obvious. But my heart froze, and I just couldn't bring myself to care.

Almost robotically, I gently set the glass filled with her favorite drink down on the nightstand next to her and leaned in for a final kiss. Our lips met, where she loved to fight for dominance she was being n submissive. Where I normally let her take control, I took charge. She was like putty in my hands, and the kiss was so passionate. We were both absorbed into each other.

I pulled away without a word. We both knew that this was goodbye.

The next day, watching the news from my hotel room, my eyes were glued to the screen. I saw how bad it was, and my blood froze in my veins. I could neither blink nor look away. *Where is my bunny! * I thought desperately. Eyes scanning the charred corpses and crumpled buildings as the fight continued to destroy a huge section

of Kyushu.

I couldn't help but feel that something seemed off. None of the heroes Mirko talked about, no one from her agency, was there. Where were they?could something even worse be taking place behind the scenes? Throwing my promise to never use my quirk again to the wind along with my inaction, I rush back home to get my old gear from the basement. Mirko allowed me to cement it under the basement floor as symbolizim for my putting that old life of the underworld behind me.

I was home in a flash. The house was tidy and the door was locked. Unlocking the door and making my way through its empty hall, I felt the oppressive loneliness of my choice to put an ultimatum on my precious love.

As I walked down the stairs to the basement, I repeatedly told myself that it was OK, no matter what happened to me, for breaking my promise as long as mirko was OK. Life without her wasn't really worth living anyway.

I stood staring at the floor where my gear was hidden. And, after long years of keeping my promise, I activated my quirk. The hard,reinforced concrete shook violently for a split second before atomizing into dust. My old worn-out luggage sat deceptively peacefully beneath the aftermath. I geared up and pulled out my old encrypted radio. Dialed in a sequence of numbers to attempt to make contact with the world that would certainly be out for my blood.

Two-six-twentythree-seven-seven-eight repeatedly dialed over and over on the keypad of this special radio. All of a sudden, a gruff, unmistakably angry voice came on as the radio crackled to life. "INERTIA? is this really Inertia? You bastard!" The Gruff angry voice demanded. "Yeah, it's me. I'm just glad one of the ears on duty still remembers my gatekey." The gatekey is a unique set of numbers for contacting a certain criminal organization only assigned to higher ups or VIPS granted access to their information network.

According to the rules of the group, if one dials in, and the call is accepted, they must be given the information that they are requesting. Another rule of the group is that if someone uses the network after being expelled from it, that their life is forfeit. But as a final service, they still get the information that they requested.

*Humpf* The gruff voice grumbled. "We made an exception for you because of the boss once. We won't do it again." The gruff voice stated. "I understand." I stated. Calmer than I expected to be. *Humpf* it grumped again. "Your final request?" The last response came after a screech from the speaker as the voice changer was deactivated. "So it was you, sis." I state sadly. "Yeah, dummy. It's me." Her voice starting to break at the last. "I had too." "I bet. Stupid."- "I need your help."- "Obviously, you idiot just state your last request already."- "Find Mirko. I need to know where she is right now." "So that's why." "Yep.". "She said you left her." "I did... but how do you know?" "She contacted me last night and made a request." "What was it?" I asked desperately. Mirko was not protected by any law of the jungle. The organisation's hatred for the pro heroes was second only to the villains society.

My sister's voice paused momentarily, she seemed like she was deciding on whether to tell me. "That I protect you. She knew you'd come back to us if things went badly for her." My little sister's conflicted feelings when talking about the woman who caused me to leave the organization obvious. She hated Mirko for taking her brother away from her. She hated Mirko for destroying him and turning him into a sheep like all the masses. But she'd kept her most trusted agents spying on the two from afar. She saw the love in the eyes of her brother, who was always so cold. The smile that she, the only sibling, had thought was reserved only for her.

She knew, as literal millions of fans did, the personality that Mirko displayed on the news. But unlike everyone else, she'd seen the proud hero break down in great wracking sobs as she cried her heart out for hours after her husband left her. She knew better than anyone how much the two loved each other. She decided to make the second mistake as of her career, and the first as the newly crowned leader of the organization.

"There's a car outside. I've been tracking your little bunny ever since that b*tch made you cry. They'll take you to where she is. You need to hurry. It's not good. And brother... don't die. There are a lot of villains there."

The next few hours were a mind numbing blur to me. Geared up in my quirk enhancing suit, I could atomize anything within a hundred feet of myself. When I showed up to the non descript warehouse and encountered the first kill team sent after me, I found out that in the past three years of not using my quirk my grip on it lessened greatly. I only had a range of about ten feet. But three kill teams and any trace of them having been there were erased, cars and all.

I was not happy that they were interfering before I even got to save my bunny.

Making my way inside I found my Mirko surrounded by strange creatures I'd never had seen before. She was bloodied up nearly everywhere. The left side of her face was unrecognizable due to the swelling and clear blunt force trauma. They beat my bunny so bad. But she still grinned like she was sharing some great joke with the creatures intent on taking her life. I erased them. I was outraged. I erased them all. My limited range made it rather inconvenient. I started with the ones closest to me and made a dash straight to my Mirko. Erasing villains as I went. The whole time assessing the damage they did to my precious snugglebun. I was blind with rage. All I could see were the injuries on my wife and the blood staining her uniform.

I was too blinded by my rage to see the smile wiped off her face. I was too angry to see the tears starting to well up in her eyes. I was too intent on my slaughter to hear her pleading for me to stop. I was too caught up in the moment to notice it was her charging from behind to stop me from killing any more with her broken body.

*Something* stopped me from using my quirk on her. I was unsure what it was. An instict. Something familiar but I couldn't place. Still, my ever-strong heroine was not expecting my violent retaliation when she came to stop me with her broken body. With practiced ease, my twin palm strike landed in the center of her chest, and with a sickening crunch, she was flung into the far wall.

I finally came to. Only a few villains remained, and they were far out of reach, running for their lives. I stared first at bunny, then at my hands, then back to what I'd done. If it had been anyone less than a ranker hit with the full force of my strike in my powered combat suit, even without atomizing them, they'd be a bloody pile of flesh and bone.

But my Mirko was always the most amazing, tenacious person I'd ever met. I hoped beyond hope that she'd be ok. Then I heard it. That all too familiar chuckle. Tears welled in my eyes as I ran to her. A chuckle on her swollen, bloody face.

When I was close enough that she could see me with her right eye, which was almost swelled shut like her left she gave me her signature grin. "That tickled a little love. I'm a little mad at you right now, but if you wanna play I'm always down, promise breaker. Just give me a minute to limber up first." She stated in a fiesty tone. 'Bunny, you're grounded. No playing until you're all healed up." I had started to grin at her tenacity I adored so much but the grin stopped as well as my heart. A great beam of metal was pierced through her chest. I must have tossed her into this with my punch.

"Hey luv, why're you looking so upset? You know I secretly always wanted you to come to work with me. I finally got my w-w-wish.." my bunny's beautiful almond skin was as pale as a sheet. She lost consciousness." All the good in my soul was shattered. I gingerly wrapped her in my arms. Sobbing, I hold my bun bun. My Mirko. My sweet wife. Her unresponsive form as still as the grave.

I numbly notice the sound of a chopper landing outside, police sirens in the distance coming my way. I didn't care. Why would I? My whole reason for living was dead in my arms. I had already given up on life the moment I decided to contact the organization. *That chopper sounds military. Probably another kill team.* I thought to myself as I buried my head into the bloody neck of my precious love and cried.

I heard quiet steps approaching from behind. I didn't even care. "No point sneaking. I know you're there. I'm not gonna fight back anymore so just finish it already. Don't make me wait." I state. My broken heart emotionlessly begging for an end.

*Sigh* "You're such a dummy. What am I gonna do with you? Do you know how bad you'll make me look if others see you crying like this?" This familiar voice belonged to the only other person I've ever cared about in this whole world. Turning around my tear streaked face met the gaze of my sister. Her beautiful red hair pulled back in long twin tails. She always loved to wear her hair like that. I always figured it was to make people think she's younger than she actually was. For a moment her facade was stopped when she met my teary gaze, but a heartbeat later and she was back to being aloof. Come on you big dummy. Cops are coming. We gotta go." "No... I'll stay." "Fine you idiot but get out of the way. I'm taking sister in law." "Wh-?" "If you wanna know follow me.. but use your useless quirk on this metal for me. I'm ready." I blindly followed my sister's instructions and two others came from behind placing my wife on a stretcher while a third placed their hands on the hole in her torso. A strange light emanating from her hands. "OK dumbass I don't need you anymore. You stay here for the cops I'm taking sister in law with me. The dumb bimbo isn't getting off lightly for Turing my big bro into a cry baby. Cya!" With that, my sister walked briskly away towards the chopper. Barking orders to what was obviously some well organized team.

My head started to pound and I blacked out.

I awoke sometime later to the sound of a helicopter. I was clearly inside of one. I open my eyes to see my sister glaring at me. "Well, I couldn't have you make me look bad. So I decided to bring you with me. Having the big bro of the leader of the organization arrested by cops would really make me look quite useless." She stated, feigning indifference to me. "Thanks sis, how's Mirko?" "She's dead. We made sure the news knew that she was dusted on the scene. Only her torn clothing remains. But sister in law is fine. That Rumi bitch is going with you on a long honeymoon and neither of you are to ever be seen in Japan again.

It took months of intensive care and years of stress, but we've finally both settled down with our new life in an organization funded retreat in the mountains of Montana, USA. Due to my newly acquired notoriety in Japan I can never return. Rumi decided she couldn't leave me and she couldn't expose me or my sisters involvement by declaring herself alive. We quietly lived out our lives as a married couple on our off grid homestead.

It was going well. I stared lovingly at my wife in a rocking chair while I leaned on the doorway. Our two youngest of our litter of five kits in her arms. The other three peacefully sleeping in their penta-crib their aunt brought over from Italy. My sister loved spoiling them and came over often in her private jet.

Our eyes met and our souls kissed yet again. Oh how I love my sweet Rumi.

[pigeonmission]

i thiiiiink. system dude will be the only thing i ever think about for the rest of my life and thats fine.

i know for a fact 3 and 4 are married internally. 3 proposed of course. before this though he took a little bit of their savings and splurged on a cheap little second hand ring..its nothing fancy, just a shiny band, but it means the worlllld to him. he has to be near physically restrained from fronting if someone external asks about it because not only will he blow their cover. he wont shut the hell up (loving).

out of everyone i think they have the most clearly defined relationship..the others are..just around..theres obviously the paternal feelings they have for 1, which are. semi reciprocated?? he allows himself to be taken care of but as much as he’d probably benefit from it its really painful to acknowledge any kind of parental figure for himself. . unrelated from this. i will always stand by the fact that 2 and BD have some weird as hell kind of toxic hatelove kismesistude shit going on i will DIE on this hill. they loathe each other. but wouldnt ever think of separating. theyre nothing.....official...just a specific dynamic. that i feel like 2 is the most possessive over. hes a little freak.

external relations are nearly nonexistant..life with the bitch was constant walking-on-eggshells trying desperately to mask in front of her... i think out of everyone . if he existed at the time i cant decide. ward would have hosted or at least fronted the most while they were married? im thinking about the movie and how thats the most we see of them outside that one paradise lost bossfight and the ends of each day in 2. hes a sad guy. wants to love his wife. be a family man. a good husband. whatever. but it is just sooooo hard.

besides her.. i think theyd have a decent relationship with uncle dave.. he was one of the few family members that he actually HAD a relationship with, let alone it being a good one. despite his occasional insistence that the Dude join his religion (i feel like hes more movie-dave attitude about it than game-dave) he really cares for his nephew and hes not shy about showing it. hes totally unaware of the whole plurality thing but i think hes at least somewhat aware that dude isnt 100% ok. he was like. the only family member present that was aware of how shitty his parents were, of course he wouldnt come out of that unscathed. he helps where he can. he luvs this kid.