#cringe on main blah blah

[darkforestwarriors]

having conniptions at 3am as I realize that my only fully finished and realized fanfics are a one shot warrior cats vampire AU and a long ass one piece self insert shipfic that no one other than me will ever lay eyes on (probably?)

why am I like this help

[grantihare]

what to do when youve just finished convincing yourself that your friends dont all secretly hate you and then they immediately cancel your plans to hang out with other ppl lol

[durgepilled]

the horrors ive been experiencing

[bubblergoespop]

audio rp is cringe yeah yeah blah blah all that stuff

the main reason it’s perceived as cringe is not only because of the poor quality of a lot of them, but also because no one is willing to take them seriously.

literally every piece of fictional, entertainment media created is just people pretending. the magic happens by convincing the audience that what’s happening in a film or a book is real. or (a better way of wording it would be) by evoking strong emotions, so that even though the media is fake, those emotions are real. and they compel the audience to immerse themselves further in this fake universe. if the audience allows it, that is.

if you were to watch a film and completely disregard the intent behind all of the scripting, acting etc and just view it as people playing pretend, then it’s very easy to see it as cringe. that’s why so many people say they couldn’t be an actor. by taking media seriously, it heightens the immersion and overall experience. with poor quality literature and films, it’s very hard to take them seriously, even if the concept is great. i think that can be applied to audio role plays.

if people would genuinely sit back and immerse themselves in the universes that these creators make, i think they’d find them really enjoyable and these audios wouldn’t be looked down upon as much as they currently are. sure, its hard to look past the poor quality of some of them, but this is such a niche branch of media with so little general acceptance, i think it’s fair to allow people’s audios to not have the same level of quality as media created by megalithic corporations. but no, they’re made fun of to the point where people create reaction videos to them, laughing at every word and refusing to accept that this is just another way of expressing a story (a more immersive way than others if you ask me).

also, some audio role plays are just cringe. that’s not gonna change. i can’t stand 90% of them bc the voice acting is so bad and unserious, and they’re practically just fan service for horny, lonely people 😭 this whole ramble is mostly about those few gems that are the channels ive managed to find amongst all the neko yandere mommy daddy mafia boss deep voice shit. there’s bad films and books out there that are cringey and fan-servicey, but one bad version of one of those doesn’t impact the public’s view of the rest. why does it only apply to this medium?

[captainjoongki]

not to sound like an annoying karen, but i honestly, truly feel that netflix has fucked up the kdrama genre for good.

just 10-ish years ago, there were kdramas that the big 3 korean channels (SBS, MBC, KBS) would broadcast and then there were kdramas that the main cable channels (jTBC and tvN) would broadcast. and between those groupings, you got everything. you got 16-20 episodes of dramas that had heartfelt writing, filmed with bright colors, filmed with concise plots, that most of the time, ended WELL. you got a GOOD ending that was complete. the works felt authentically south korean. yes, there were cheesy tropes and moments that made you cringe, but it felt so real. and you had SO many kdramas airing during the week! you couldn't keep track of just how many!

cut to netflix coming in and making it big with kdramas with squid game and some romantic works and then suddenly they (and disney+) are making these short kdramas, less than 10 episodes, with generic filters, generic plots, and poorly written scripts that are just mere shadows of what kdramas used to be. they end shitty 90% of the time. and worst of all, they feel like american shows. and no, i don't mean sex scenes or action scenes because hey, i love change there, but i mean the entire VIBES are just off. they're not the kdramas i fell in love with, the ones that felt so human. and thanks to these big, foreign companies coming in, the main broadcast channels have basically shut down 1/2 their timeslots, and so many dramas aren't even getting aired these days.

yes times change progress is great robots will probably replace us all in a few years blah blah, but it's really depressing to me personally since i have such fond memories of the utter joy of kdramas, especially from the golden era of 2008-2017. and while there are some that escape the netflix!americanized! curse, it's unfortunately the majority that remain nothing but commercial puppets, rather than authentic entertainment.

[halenhusky309]

Just recently finished LOTR and realized I'm old because I found out I can't stand the "blind optimism" from TF:O Orion Pax that much. Seeing Frodo and Sam were stuck in a dire situation that they knew they would have died anytime and still they still pushed through to get that one task done. And they didn't even know if they would even succeed the task, given the unpending dangers and despairs continue to loom over them... So when Orion Pax had that "down" moment after his friend(s) got captured by Arachnid and he was about to fold in guilt and "hopelessness", I couldn't help to find it so ridiculous and laughable to me. And it was not even helping when that moment followed by that cringe-ass, forced as f from Elita-1 as the movie tried to remind that this sidelined queen is still important to the main's development ..... "Oh, Elita-1 said the 'blind optimism' which would become the new name of Orion Pax when he became the Prime. See? He's peak representation of optimism and hope and blah, blah, blah" because he chose to do so many reckless and even outright stupid shits without even thinking out consequences ... "But he did those stupid acts to give everyone a better future" ... Yeah it was fun for a while but not, Orion's brand of optimism was just grating to me. It likes someone screaming and pointing at themselves: "see, see, see. I'm an optimistic boy because I'm cheerful, acting like a little shit that makes stupid and reckless decisions because I don't scare the consequences. But when I was in a slight 'dead end situation' and I finally tasted the consequences of my reckless choices, I felt hopeless and needed someone to cheer me up by reminding my cheerful dumbass optimism and no thoughts of consequences is good actually"

Okay, Optimism "by default" Prime.

Yeah, no. I take characters who are aware of the dire consequences but still hopeful for better outcomes. Yeah, Frodo and Sam deliberately blind themselves to the dangers and terrible outcomes to keep going, and that made me emotional.

[iris-sistibly]

I'm probably going to hell for this, but I don't feel any sympathy for Julio Borromeo at all.

Dude not only cheated on his wife but also impregnated another woman, and kept this as a secret for years until the death of Filipina.

While I disagree with how Carmela treats Adelina, she has every right to be furious at Julio--this motherfucker had been lying straight to her face for YEARS. Telling Carmela and Teresita that they're the only women in his life, and him telling Adelina how his and Fina's ✨love story✨ began, how he wanted to make her happy after Fina was left by her ex boyfriend after getting her pregnant was like...pure cringe, like bitch who the fuck do you think you are? Some God's gift to women? Some knight-in-shining armour who ought to "save" every lonely woman in the country?

Some of y'all would probably be like, "Oh but he regrets it now, he has been asking for his wife's forgiveness, he's a good father, blah, blah, blah."

This pathetic excuse of a man, tried to deny Adelina when Amelia brought her to his theater (after Fina's death). Tried to lie AGAIN to his wife and daughter despite the truth being slapped on their faces, he's sorry and regrets it? Motherfucker was sorry only after he couldn't deny the truth anymore. Imagine being in Carmela's shoes and your husband, whom you thought was a good man turned out to be a horrible one?

And him not showing up to Fina's funeral to be there for Adelina because he doesn't want to see Fina lifeless is bullshit. He didn't go to the funeral because people will talk, rumors will spread which will eventually cause humiliation to his family, his business going bankrupt, etc. Adelina just loves her father too much.

He loves Filipina?

No, he's a selfish bastard who wants both Carmela and Fina for himself.

He loves his wife?

LIE. You don't betray the person you love. Cheating is a choice, those who cheat always have the excuse of "nagmahal lang ako," and "nagkamali ako," these are so overused. May utak ka diba? You know cheating is bad yet you did it anyway. It's a choice, it's always a choice.

In the show, it was implied that Carmela paid someone to burn the theater. I'm not saying what she did was right, but as the saying goes, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." She was deeply hurt, and betrayed by her own husband. She wanted to inflict the worst pain possible for Julio, to ruin him the way he ruined her. It was Julio who turned her into the villain that she is now, Carmela's only mistake was she projected that anger towards Adelina who is innocent in all of this, and in doing so she ended up resenting her own daughter, Teresita for choosing to have a sisterly relationship with Adelina.

"Oh but she can choose to forgive and move past that."

Yeah, because doing that is a walk in the park **insert sarcasm** you can't just tell someone to move on especially when they are still clearly hurting. Betrayal is the worst kind of pain you could inflict on someone, and when trust is gone it's hard to earn it back...chances are, you won't.

"But Carmela going as far as burning Julio's theater is too much."

I do believe it's too much. But Julio begging Carmela to save the theater by selling some of the properties to save their livelihood? And that being a performer is the only job he knows? Nah, he wants to save the theater to preserve the place that reminds him so much of his affair partner. The livelihood, the shows were not the main reasons. Carmela might have turned into a cold, bitter, resentful woman but let's not forget who turned her into this.

Moral of the story: Julio is a walking red flag and that he deserves the karma hahahaha! Also, divorce should be legal in the Philippines.

P.S. I hope the writers don't come up with the bullshit that the wife is a bitch to justify the man's affair. It's 2024, not the 80's.

[thenarratorsblog2013]

Hello, hello, hello

Hello and welcome users of Tumblr to my new "blog", my dear friend and platonic partner Roby suggested I make one, and I trust her enough to put myself out like this now, so, hopefully this will be a pleasant experience for myself! if not I'm hunting you for sport, roby, you have been warned

As you most obviously know (if you don't I'm genuinely wondering why you're even here, or why you find interested scrolling through) I'm the creator of the hit game The Stanley Parable and its sequel, yes I know, I'm quite the storytelling genius aren't I? Ahem–

Enough of that for now, and a little touch up on my "lore" as Roby likes to call it

Once upon a time, I was trapped in my game, yes, the Parable as you all know, and low and behold one day Roby spawns in, at first I was confused as anyone would be i imagine but I then, very quickly, started to grow fond of her, and we became friends quite quickly, yadda yadda, she breaks me out of the game, blah blah blah, you get the gist by now right? And that's how we came to met! Quite a funny story to tell people actually, most don't believe you or look at you as if you have 3 heads! But still a nice outcome I'm glad to have happened to me, I'm quite grateful to have her in my life now

You'll see me reblog different things here and there, but most importantly Roby's wonderful art of yours truly! Most times she thinks its "not good enough" or "cringe" and I'm here to prove her wrong, a young artist like her does not need that negative attitude about her art, no no no no no, I will simply not allow it

Alright, I think that's it, now I'll be off, probably to reblog shrimp facts or something of the sort, toodle pip!

OOC: My main blog is @robygoonn2!

Hope u enjoy looking around here :)

[bloodmaarked]

book of night // holly black

first published: 2022 read: 24 march 2025 - 18 april 2025 pages: 306 format: hardback (+audiobook)

genres: fiction; adult (just about); fantasy (urban); mystery favourite character(s): i didn't really like anyone... maybe vince? least favourite character(s): charlie, lowkey first line(s): "any child can be chased by their shadow. all they need to do is run straight toward the sun on a lazy afternoon."

rating: 🌕🌕🌗🌑🌑 thoughts: soooo... this can't be the same holly black that wrote the folk of the air trilogy, right? the author that kept me in a chokehold for three books straight couldn't turn around and produce something so dull and lifeless could she? well apparently she could, and she did. book of night was disappointing on most fronts, and i would have DNFed this very early on if i hadn't been reading this for a reading challenge. i even turned to the audiobook to help me get through this while doing other, more entertaining things, which is how i know for sure that this was a slog.

i read the first 22% of this in one sitting and was unmoved. it was fine, but slow and certainly not what i'd call engaging. it got to the point where i didn't pick it up again for 3 whole weeks; the thought of having to return to it was really off-putting, and when i did finally pick it up i felt like i wanted to do anything but. i read the next 60% by audiobook, which is incredibly rare for me to do, but it meant i could continue reading this book without having to give it my undivided attention - i could crochet, cook, or commute, without feeling bogged down by the slog of putting eyes to paper. the pacing did not pick improve throughout the length of the book, and even in audio form i felt like this story dragged badly, but it made it easier to consume. i don't like audiobooks, and i enjoy giving a book my full attention, so turning to one as a way to keep me reading is suuuuch a red flag!

aside from the pacing, the world building was lacking for me. i found it hard to get my head around what exactly the shadow system was how it worked, and who people were (i'm still only semi-sure of what a gloamist is). i ended up intuiting far more information than i'd have liked. there were a lot of moving parts, which can be fun, but there was too much i felt in the dark about which meant it leaned more on the side of confusion than intrigue.

the characters were so dull and lifeless. i didn't care about any of them, except maybe vince at a push because he actually had some interesting development in the last 75% or so. charlie was a really bland main character, and i kind of cringed at how she was written. she was supposed to be the resident bad girl i guess, but she fell flat and read like she was all bark and no bite. posey was blah. the myriad other characters were forgettable.

i did like the atmosphere; it was a nicely written dark, urban fantasy which could've been great if there was the plot and characterisation to boost it. a book can't rely on atmosphere alone, though.

i definitely won't be picking up the sequel, which releases later this year. book of night was a book i wish i could've abandoned. in all honesty, i'm not sure if holly black is an author i'll bother going back to again. i loved the folk of the air, but was disappointed by the stolen heir, and now this. it seems like it's time for me to move on.

[firefullofblood]

Soooo... Welcome to my blog, this is my officially main blog about anything I wanna post about.

Names I use: Benjamin, Sheldon, Jeff, Tate

I'm using he/him pronouns

Arospec(Myrromantic) & bisexual ftm

+ uniromantic

I'm polytherian and otherkin or whatever...

I am a part of a lot of fandoms... Blah blah blah

POSTING

I'm gonna definitely post about some interests of mine like animals, nature, books, planes, music, guns, painting and drawing, vintage and more.

I also have an interest in taxidermy, anatomy, true crime and collecting stuff ( especially bones and feathers), also love vinyl records and 1920/30's, might post about it too.

This blog is mainly for my otherkin and therian stuff, but also my personal life and interest, art etc etc.

I'm not NSFW but I might post some more mature stuff

Imma post looooot of music related stuff

My theriotypes

Grey ( timber brownish ) wolf

Fallow deer

Ichthyosaur

deinonychus

elk

+ spitirual connection to fox and domestic dog (possibly theriotype)

MY MAINLY ANIMAL THERIAN BLOG : @waterfullofbubless

I have a NSFW blog, but I won't put it here

My kins

Tate Langdon

BEN Drowned

Tom Riddle (young adult)

Ajax

Also past life: Jack McGurn

Just wanna say BC of this... I'm not a violent person towards others and I don't commit hateful crimes, thx.

If you wanna talk to me I'm always down for it ( might sound a bit cold from start, but I don't mean it bad)

I'm a satanist who's into witchcraft a bit sooo...be respectful ( I respect every religion)

Don't forget to check my webtoon comic Instagram account Space.fulloffire

What I personally don't support:

Transphobia

Homophobia

Practicing harmful paraphilias

Racism

Hate towards furries or therians etc

Hate towards people for something that can't change when they don't do anything bad

What I don't vibe with but I RESPECT ( don't be mean and just respect me back). It's just stuff I might not talk best about, BUT I respect y'all if you show me respect back:

BTS "army" & Swifties ( idm fans in general but... If you know you know)

SHARK or SNAKE HATERS ( just don't be rude lol)

Haters of non violent satanism ( just don't be mean ig)

People who think liking taxidermy is weird

People who are huge K-pop fans ( respect just... I'm not a fan so don't be rude about it)

People who are like: "name three songs and band members" ( I'll respect y'all...but honestly tf)

DNI:

people who are toxic BTS and Taylor Swift fans

Toxic Christians ( you know which I'm talking about)

Homophobes

Transphobes

Anti furries and therians

People who are under 13 years old or over 40 years old

People who have harmful paraphilias who are practicing

People who wanna s*x text me

People who think therianthropy is cringe ( duh)

People who are anti any alt style

....

DO NOT INTERACT WITH COMMENTS OR DON'T REBLOG IF YOU'RE EXPLICIT NFSW ACCOUNT ( pictures with sexual nature)

Oh btw, please DO NOT flirt with me, I have a boyfriend and I love him with every single drop of blood in my body.

♪MUSIC BONUS♪:

Some of my favourite genres:

Rock

POV: indie

Pop

Alternative metal

Modern rock

Pop punk

Punk

Post-Grunge

Nu metal

Permanent wave

Scenecore

Jazz

Electro swing

Classic rock

Rap

Pixie

Otacore

Show tunes

Etc.

SOME of my favourite bands/ artists etc:

My chemical romance

Joost

Queen

Nirvana

Mindless self indulgence

The cure

Cavetown

Set it off

Jack Stauber's micropop

Tally hall

Dean Martin

Lady gaga ofc

Voodoo church

Breaking Benjamin

Get scared

....

I guess that's all for a "music window"

thanks for reading this lol

[lost-inanotherlife]

Lost Rewatch S3 - Random Thoughts

As I've stated before, in stops and starts season 3 was quite cringe-y. Of course, we're still navigating high-quality storytelling waters but you know there's something a little wrong when writers admit to being in shortage of creative ideas by episode NINE (the much-talked about "Stanger in a Strange Land"). As a result this post might sound a bit S3-negative although, as I've just said, I'd never question the writers' command of the narrative. It's just that some stuff didn't really work out for me this time, that's all. I'll sprinkle-sprinkle some positivity too 'cause this season gave us all some mind-blowingly intense and beautiful moments, too. We can never forget those.

Starting off strong with our lovingly island-made love triangle: Jack/Kate/Sawyer that's not so slowly becoming a love square. Not a fan of how Kate and Sawyer got together, I'll be honest. Yes, the trauma of being kidnapped, forced to haul rocks and live in cages makes a human do crazier things, still... They put on a pretty dress on Kate and all of a sudden everybody goes "woa" (very 90's "chick flicks", didn't they have EYES before?), Sawyer is smashing rocks under the sun, sweating his own weight off but can't seem to resist the urge to look at her ass and kiss her, Kate herself is working her ass off (sorry for the pun, couldn't resist haha) and, well, the shots very much highligthed that by focusing on her ass... Guys, it was cringe to watch. And yes, the kiss was a distraction and blah, blah, blah. Again: cringe. All of a sudden Kate's madly in love with Sawyer which, you know, I'd have dug if they'd continued to show how their flirty relationship evolved instead of going from their sarcastic banters to extreme "I love yous" desperately screamed at gun point. Same goes for Jack by the way: for most of S2 Jack and Kate are on looser terms compared to the closeness of S1. after their kiss Kate's way closer to Sawyer because she chose him. Jack and Kate are not together and don't speak very much for, possibly, the whole duration of s3 and all of a sudden Jack's all "I love you". I don't see the crescendo of this love, therefore I don't fully buy it. Not gonna lie, the scenes were beautiful and very well-acted but these guys have spent weeks without talking to each other lol. They did the same exact thing in S2 as I've said before and I didn't particularly enjoy it in S2 so it's not like I wasn't gonna see it repeating itself in S3.

The majority of the flashbacks shown in this season are... how can I put it? Not au pair with the usual Lost-esque quality. Particularly not excellent, let's say, were the already mentioned "Stranger in a Strange Land", "Enter 77" and "I Do". Also, please but Desmond's and Kate's wigs in their flahsbacks are plain awful. Please stop.

Conversely, "Left Behind" was a fucking good flashback story. Kate-centric episodes are either meh or extremely good for me. I think she's one of those characters that when you find the right vein to write her, you write an incredbily layered, unbelievably complex character. When you don't, her character feels quite flat and it's a pity.

I might be in love with Juliet?! When I watched S3 for the first time in 2007 I deeply disliked her. Maybe I was too young to appreciate her character, she's not a clear-cut archetype like the other main characters are: more lived life helped me understand her better and now I'm deeply in love with her. I love how you can never predict what her little cute smirk means, she's a bit of a mystery but, unlike Kate, she's as such not because she has something to hide from her past (at least until now lol): she's enigmatic because that's who she is, she's very "torn-in-two" character. Love it.

I'm not liking all these dead women on my screen. Locke couldn't kill his father, couldn't kill Jack but he could sure as hell plant a knife in Naomi's back. The two persons guarding the submarine hatch had to be women and they had to die, didn't they? Of course, the mothers are dying on the island, of course the mob in "The Cost of Living" had to shoot just a woman, of course Bea Klugh had to be killed by Mikhail, of course "Tricia Tanaka is Dead". I was quite growing fond of Tom and was saddened by his death but I ultimately think that if they kept sparing white guys while killing off women and black people in general in the blink of an eye they'd have a real problem. Well, as a matter of fact they still do. They should've done better.

John's "shamanic journey" in "Further Instructions" is very offensive. Shamanic practices are serious things that must be done seriously. But hey, here's our "connected-with-the-island-lazarus-rising" white old man, let's have him enter a sweat lodge, prepare a slop of something so that he can have a vision and resolve this knot in the plot. No, thank you.

I don't agree with people bashing on "Exposé": I think it's a good episode. In fact, I appreciated the Other Losties' POV (Arzt you won't be forgotten!). The real problem is that it's just that: other, plot-unrelated people's pov, nothing really new was added and the characters were eventually killed off so what's the point lol? What I want to say is that it's a good filler episode and I enjoyed it but at this point in the series, filler ep for filler ep, I'd have preferred one that was "-centric" to one or more of the main characters. But hey, I get what I can and, all in all, good ep.

Now, I know that one of the main themes of this season is the impossibility of going back: it was very artfully written to lead us to the season finale's big reveal. Fine, good, intellectually I love it. Instinctually when in a story I see characters going from point A to B and then going back to point A in the span of the same episode or the following I... well, I don't take it well lol. It's a pet peeve of mine, really, but COME ON. It's a way to milk a narrative thread for all its worth. It's a way to buy narrative time without resorting to fillers. But sometimes you just need to let it go and come up with a better idea presto. I'm talking about Kate going back to find Jack as soon as she arrives at the beach. How in hell did Kate know that Jack was on the main island and not still on Hydra? And how did John connect the dots between the writing on Eko's stick and Jack's whereabouts? And why did the Others just leave their barracks, in which they had lived for years, instead of just killing Kate, Sayid and John? Come on. These guys have killed for way less.

The best fucking line of the whole season is Charlie's: "It's the five best moments of my… sorry excuse for a life. My greatest hits. You know, memories. They're all I've got." Chills, literal chills.

"Flash Before Your Eyes" is a totally cringe episode. Everything feels exactly what it is: a set, a prop, a wig on the actor's head, lol. Twenty years ago I was still a naive girl fangirling over Desmond and Penny's relationship but now I know better. Des was a lot of a dick toward Penny, let's be real. He was obsessed with this "honor", with feeling "worthy" and totally took it out on her. She was right, he was indeed a coward. I wish they had given a different backstory to Des. Maybe it's because it's so similar to (re it's the same as) Jin and Sun's story but it didn't land for me this time. I don't see the same "epicness" in their love story that I'd first seen back in the 00'.

Eko's "Redemption-Not-Redemption" arc is the best thing of this season. I have no words to describe it so I'll just leave his final speech here. INCREDIBLE.

I ask for no forgiveness, Father. For I have not sinned. I have only done what I needed to do to survive. A small boy once asked me if I was a bad man. If I could answer him now, I would tell him that... when I was a young boy, I killed a man to save my brother's life. I am not sorry for this. I am proud of this. I did not ask for the life that I was given. But it was given, nonetheless. And with it... I did my best.

[rosalesbeausderholle]

Girls I have an update on the cringe books I was talking about on this post

I'm reading book 3 rn (yes I can't help it it's like being unable to take my eyes off a plane crash) and I never thought I cringe so fucking hard from something as I did this past scene.

The love interests in this book are a woman who has a lot of one night stands but doesn't want to commit to anything serious bc of bad past experience blah blah and another woman who just broke up with her long time ex and has MAJOR social anxiety but is forced by her friends to try a one night stand.

Now, I was already in disbelief when these two meet at a bar and the woman ridden with anxiety somehow manages to "charm" (read: stutter her way through an introduction) a hotter much more experienced in one night stands woman enough that they go to her apartment together to have sex. But ok, escapist fantasy where social anxiety = rizz. Whatever.

But then, when they were taking their clothes off Miss Social Anxiety got so nervous SHE VOMITS on top of the other woman and the floor. Let me reiterate: she VOMITS. PUKES. THROWS UP.

And not only does the other woman not run away screaming (which would be the reasonable reaction). She... cleans it? And tucks the sobbing anxious vomitter into bed before leaving?? (They're both 28 to 32 by the way!!!)

Like, this is the main couple of the book. Later on they'll have steamy scenes how am i supposed to believe these two characters can even talk to one another after this?? Hello??

[sillybrainrotter]

Brat vs. Brat - Part 4

(Shigaraki Tomura x Reader)

Warnings: This is for the girls who want to feel annoying for once // Majorly unfunny things happening // Cringe // Mentions of dead animals and taxidermy // Based on canon with a few changes // Also alcoholism, or just a Tuesday overall

Chisaki walked in like he was the main star of a movie. A very old movie. With garbage CGI, a tragic budget, and props they clearly borrowed from a museum. That kind of movie.

His guys wore bird masks, some paired with black robes like they’d just walked out of a history book. A strange choice of a theme, suited more for a Halloween party than a villain organization.

Still, the guy had confidence. Way too much confidence for someone about to face off against the two most feared groups this town had ever seen.

Maybe it was because Twice was acting a bit too friendly with him. Who knows? Villains had all sorts of issues these days. One of which sat on your right, pretending not to stare.

The young Yakuza boss looked around, visibly unimpressed. All he saw was a bunch of chaotic misfits, half of them eating ice cream like hygiene was a myth. In this garbage dump of a factory, no less. He almost shivered.

Filthy. Everything about this offended him.

"Before we start..." Shigaraki pointed right at you. "Care to explain why she's here? From what I remember, we only invited you."

Chisaki didn't answer right away. His gaze drifted over to you, sitting up on the high shelf like it was your given right. You waved at him, ice cream still in your mouth.

"Isn’t she your boss?" He finally asked, dead serious.

You started to laugh. Uncontrollably.

Oh, this was too good.

"Wait- wait-" You gasped between snorts, trying to get the words out before Tomura exploded. "So you dragged me here because you thought what? That I’m the actual boss of the League?!"

"I just assumed..." Chisaki said, adjusting his gloves like this was a business meeting. "...that your hierarchy was similar to the Yakuza. The media was very clear that the League operates under your command. In Yakuza's tradition, it would be impolite not to include you in this meeting. We do have our standards."

You started to laugh even louder, to the point your stomach started to hurt.

Shigaraki couldn't take this disrespect anymore. He stood up, scratching his neck so fast it was almost raw now.

"She is not my boss." He snapped. "I'm the boss. And I don't answer to everyone." He was seconds away from dusting the whole building. But it was entertaining enough to watch. "Why the hell would I ever take orders from someone weak like her?"

"Because you look like a kid who tagged along to work with his dad, you big baby." You jabbed your ice cream at him like a pointer. "Now sit your ass down and let the adults handle the talking."

You knew what you were doing. His desperation for new alliances was clear from the moment you walked in. He was in a tight spot, and he couldn't fuck this up.

From across the room, Magne sent you a serious look. Something that stung a little but was easy to brush off at the same time. Whatever.

Before Tomura could throw his usual fit, Chisaki cut in coolly.

"Let’s begin."

Surprisingly, Shigaraki did shut up. Even more surprisingly, he actually sat down. Muttering curses under his breath, of course.

Ah, they all grow so fast.

Chisaki launched into his speech, all polished arrogance and carefully chosen words. You half-listened. It was the same tired tune. Power. Order. Leadership. Blah, blah, blah...

Every guy in your line of work thought he was the next big thing. Same pitch, different lunatic.

"The question is..." Chisaki said, stepping into his grand speech voice. "...with All For One gone, who will be the next to rule?"

Wow. Of course he dropped that line like he was waiting for a slow clap.

And as expected, that cockroach Tomura popped a boner the moment he heard about replacing the gramps. No surprise there.

"The next one will be me, obviously." Shigaraki declared it like he’d already had the most dramatic cape waiting for him in the closet.

"You?" You snorted. "Please. Half your team doesn’t even pretend to listen to you." Toga was still eating her ice cream, by the way.

With that came an unsolicited footage of an argument between two completely delusional leaders. You could almost hear the credits roll.

"They don’t listen to you either!" He barked back.

"No, but I’m not out here pretending I run a damn empire because a few nutjobs follow me around." You stuck your tongue out at him.

Then, with no ceremony at all, you chucked the rest of your ice cream at Chisaki’s feet. It hit with a satisfying splat, painting his pristine shoes with a sugary white mess.

"And you?" You added, pointing at the young Yakuza boss. "You’re not joining me. You’re a man. You don’t qualify, so dream on."

"I’m not here to join." Chisaki's tone dropped. "I’m here to propose a merger. With my influence and your resources, I could become the leader this world needs."

His words were followed with dead silence.

You blinked. Even Shigaraki looked too stunned to speak.

You waited for Chisaki to say it was a joke. It was only logical.

But he didn't do that.

He was fucking serious.

"Damn. Great pick, Big Boss." You turned to face Tomura, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Didn’t know you were recruiting from the local psych ward now. What’s next, nursing homes?"

"This guy’s insane..." Shigaraki muttered. "Twice, who the hell did you bring in here?"

That's when Magne finally stood up.

She hadn't said a word until now, just sat there quietly, like she was trying to pretend you didn’t exist. And you didn’t push her. Not after everything. If she wanted to act like she didn’t need you, fine. You weren’t going to beg her to stay. You’d already made peace with her decision, or at least you told yourself you had. She was her own person. If she wanted distance, she could have it.

But now… now she was done being quiet.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Yakuza." She said firmly. "We’re not interested in working under anyone."

As she spoke, her hand moved with quiet certainty, revealing her weapon from its hiding. There was an undeniable sense of purpose in every motion. She wasn’t stalling. She wasn’t bluffing.

"Recently, I ran into an old friend. She reminded me what matters. Living free… that’s what I want. No shackles, no fear."

Then her eyes flicked toward you.

And for the first time in this whole damn meeting, she really looked at you.

"And I want that for the people I care about, too."

In that moment, you knew that she meant you.

You knew it the second your eyes met. No guessing, no maybes. She wasn’t angry. She never stopped caring. She just thought walking away would protect you.

Magne moved forward.

No hesitation. One clean, sharp motion as she lunged forward and slammed that weapon right into Chisaki.

Honestly? Deserved.

He'd walked in like he owned the place, acting all high and mighty with his bird-masked cosplay crew. He needed a hit to the face. Badly.

For one second, you actually felt okay.

Because Magne cared. She still cared. Her silence wasn’t rejection. It was protection. She’d made a choice to shield you, even if it meant walking away.

You wanted to stand up, to fight by her side. Just like in the past. Just you, her, and your friends. Back when nothing really mattered.

"Magne-" You wanted to say something. Anything to make her understand that you still did care too.

But you didn't get a chance to do so.

Not anymore.

Magne's blood splattered across the floor. Her body... exploded into pieces. As if she never existed in the first place.

Gone in a flash of blood and air.

Gone before your brain could register it.

Gone.

Magne was gone.

Her blood stained Chisaki's clothes. Pieces of her flesh fell to the ground.

This couldn't be real, could it?

A sound like static filled your ears, drowning out everything. Time bent around you. Your limbs refused to move. All you could do was stare, wide-eyed, at the awful mess blooming across the floor. A mix of blood and discarded ice cream. Right where Magne was just standing.

"Leader…"

Voices cut through the fog, distant and hollow.

"Leader!"

You barely heard it. Everything around you was spinning, turning into a blur of yelling, fighting, and panic. Mr. Compress tried to attack Chisaki and lost his arm for it. More of Yakuza's people appeared. Shigaraki attacked right after, killing one of Chisaki’s guys just to stop it from getting worse.

It was a mess, as if you weren't even in the room.

But you were there. Standing there. Useless. Watching red mix with white.

You always thought that you could cheat death. All your tricks. All your infinite chances... And they meant nothing now. They meant nothing when there was no body to bring back.

Magne was truly gone.

"LEADER!"

Someone shook you. Hard.

Your voice tore free before your mind caught up.

"Kill…"

Everyone stopped to look at you. But you had no intention of stopping yourself.

"I WILL KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

You didn’t think. You just moved. You wanted blood. You wanted his blood. You didn’t care how strong he was or what would happen next. Hell, you could even die right then and there. As long as you were dying alongside your friend, you didn't care. Maybe that would make it right. Maybe that way you could make amends.

But something stopped you before you could even get close.

Something more painful than a blow. More paralyzing than rage.

A sound.

It shot through everyone. It was painful. Piercing. Forcing bodies to stop in their tracks.

And you immediately knew who was responsible for this before you even turned to face the source.

Touka.

"Fuck, Touka- Not now!" You yelled at her with all you had left.

Her quirk, the one that kicked in with her emotions, lit up the room with this awful screech that slammed into everyone.

You felt it in your teeth, in your bones, in your soul.

It hurt. Everyone was hurting. No one could move. The pain locked your whole body in place. Even Yakuza. Even the League of Villains. Every person in that room was frozen under the weight of Touka’s sorrow.

And in that crushing stillness, the fury drained away.

For a moment, they all remembered that a fight here would cost more than anyone was willing to pay. That's when Touka's cries gradually ceased, leaving her only quietly sobbing in the corner.

"I wanted this to be peaceful." Chisaki stated, still more bothered by the fact he got bloodstains on his clothes than the bloodshed itself. "But clearly, you’re not in a state to make rational decisions. Perhaps once you calm down, you’ll think differently."

You let out a hoarse, guttural laugh that bordered on a sob.

"As if!" You snarled, a single tear rolling down your cheek. Mizusa gripped your arm tightly, preventing you from charging again. The girls followed her suit, holding you back before you could do something you would regret. "You’ve just made yourself a goddamn enemy, you hear me?! You think this is over? I will ruin you. I will erase you from this earth. You’ll beg to be dead!" You yelled, struggling in their grip. "Watch your fucking back Chisaki! Because I won't stop untill you are gone!"

-

When you first met Magne, it was one of those warm summer nights.

The cicadas were screaming, the streetlight buzzing overhead… and the guy she’d just kicked went flying through a window like he wasn't going to survive this.

It was free tequila night at the local bar. A bar that would soon shut down thanks to your frequent visits.

You couldn’t really blame yourself. Honestly, offering free tequila in a place like that? Poor business move on their part.

"What a scumbag." You muttered, wiping blood from your lip with the elegance of someone who’s been in three bar fights this month alone.

You stood in the middle of a crime scene made up entirely of poor life choices and passed-out men. The guys who had tried to 'teach you a lesson' were now very unconscious and very covered in your leftover drink. Not necessarily in that order.

You looked to the woman beside you- Magne.

She’d started the fight. And you didn’t blame her. The guy had been a loud, aggressive drunk, shouting something at her between your third and fourth tequila shots. You didn’t catch every word, but you caught the tone. And it was enough to make your blood boil. You couldn’t just sit back. You jumped in without thinking. Because men like that? The kind who talk down to women like they’re beneath them? They deserved exactly what they got.

"Damn… You’ve got some moves, sis." You said, still a little winded. She was strong. And back then, you were young, reckless, and way too easy to impress.

She paused, glancing over at you. It looked like she hadn’t expected that, especially the 'sis' part. It definitely made her smile, though.

"Thanks. You're not so bad yourself." She gave your shoulder a solid pat that almost dislocated it.

"Nah, it’s just the tequila talking-" You started, but tequila decided to chime in for real. You suddenly leaned over... throwing up directly onto the guy lying unconscious on the floor underneath you.

Magne laughed. And you laughed too.

Everything felt simple back then. Easy. Free.

It wasn’t until the next morning, after a night of hopping from bar to bar, swapping stories and fighting tactics, that you realized you’d never even asked her name.

"Wait… what’s your name again?" You coughed up, still half-drunk, half-asleep, curled up somewhere you didn’t recognize.

"Seriously?! You’re asking now? After all that?"

"Better late than never." You laughed, head pounding but still buzzing with familiar warmth.

"It's Kenji... But just call me Magne." Then, with a smirk, she added. "I don’t mind when you call me your big sis, though."

"I like Magne." You leaned against her, eyes closing a little. "It's a pretty name."

She loved you like the little sister she never had. And back then, that kind of love was exactly what you’d been craving. You felt safe. Like nothing bad could happen while she was there.

"I’m Y/N, by the way."

She gave you a long look.

"You smell like shit."

"I know."

But she didn’t move away. Even a little.

-

There was a loud crash from the kitchen. Pots clanging, metal hitting the floor, and someone shouting a string of very creative curses. It almost got silenced by music playing alongside other noises. Loud, chaotic and aggressively upbeat.

Everyone in the living room just... sat there. In complete, painful silence. No one said anything, although the tension in the air could be sliced with a knife. Nobody dared to speak. Nobody dared to move. Everyone was waiting.

Touka looked like she was two seconds away from sobbing. Again.

Rika pretended she didn't notice, though she attempted to merge with her headphones by pressing them harder against her head.

And Mizusa was visibly twitching, foot tapping against the floor as if she wanted to dig a hole in it.

This whole atmosphere, the overwhelming racket lasted for a longer while... Until it finally made Mizusa snap.

"I can't take this anymore!" She exploded, stomping her foot like an irritated bunny. "You!" She pointed at some poor girl on the couch. "Go deal with that mess!"

"Why me?!" The girl barked back. "Make Rika go!"

Rika looked up, clearly offended that her name was even mentioned.

"How about Touka?" Someone proposed, already regretting it.

All eyes turned to Touka. Her lower lip quivered. And just like that, everyone gave up on that plan. No way she could handle it. She’d burst into tears halfway to the kitchen and possibly die from anxiety on the spot.

This whole nightmare had started a few days ago, right after Magne’s death. You’d downed an entire bottle of sake in one sitting, eyes wild with grief and vengeance, ranting nonstop about making Chisaki pay. There was screaming. Then crying. Then plotting again. You were searching for something, anything that could be used to avenge Magne. Or, at the very least, throw at Chisaki’s stupid face.

The girls had tried to stop you. They locked up the liquor. Hid the knives. Even confiscated your favorite jars. But even when sober, you were a menace. Maybe worse.

The music got louder. The banging got angrier. And you started threatening vengeance every time someone came in contact with you.

Another crash echoed through the hideout. This one sounded like something heavy had hit the microwave... or maybe the microwave had finally given up and ended it all.

"Alright, screw it." Rika said, pulling her headphones off. "Rock, paper, scissors. The loser has to go deal with... whatever’s going on in there."

Everyone nodded.

-

Of course fate had a twisted sense of humor. And of course Rika, who suggested the game, was the one who lost. She already regretted everything about the last five minutes of her life.

Still, rules were rules. So she knocked on the kitchen door.

Once.

Twice.

Nothing.

Just more horrific clattering, something that sounded suspiciously like a blender screaming for mercy, and that same obnoxiously loud music that made her want to commit minor crimes.

She looked back. The girls motioned wildly for her to go in. Mizusa even gave her a thumbs-up, which felt more like a threat than encouragement.

With a long, tragic sigh, Rika pushed the door open... and immediately regretted not just losing the game but being born at all.

The music hit her first. Like a slap. Bass-boosted madness. Then the smell. A mix of burnt sugar, cigarette smoke, formalin, and... was that garlic? Maybe?

The kitchen was a war zone. Flour on the ceiling. Raw meat on the wall. Jars broken. And your little creatures, usually preserved neatly, crawled around freely, twitching like they were begging to be killed. Some of them were sewn up with extra limbs. The others were clearly in need of extra stitches.

And in the middle of it all, there you were. Their fearless leader.

"Ha! Welcome!" You shouted without even looking up. "Welcome to your leader’s most pathetic cooking show!"

Rika stood in the doorway, frozen, her brain quietly buffering. You were stirring a bubbling pot of... something. It hissed. It spat. It definitely should not have been boiling indoors.

She glanced around the room again, hunting for an explanation.

And there it was. A half-empty bottle of cooking wine teetering on the edge of the sink. Of course.

"Okay, okay!" You declared triumphantly, tossing something into the pot that may have once been food. The concoction splashed up the side and sizzled violently.

"Today's ingredients! One jar of toads..." You added it right in. "Maybe some garlic for flavor." It wasn't even peeled... "Tobacco! Can't forget that!" In went a whole pack of cigs. "And a little something for the cook." You finished before taking a dramatic swig straight from the wine bottle.

Rika didn't even know where to begin.

"What... are you cooking?" She asked, cautiously stepping further into the kitchen.

"Poison." You answered bluntly. "For that bitch-ass Yakuza brat."

Great. It was worse than she thought.

She quietly shuffled to the stereo and turned the music off, doing it as gently as someone defusing a bomb. You didn’t react, but the soup hissed louder, mad about the silence.

"Leader…" She started carefully, eyeing the pot, scared she might become one with it. "Maybe you should take a little break? You know, sleep it off?"

She didn’t even believe her own words, but she said them anyway, mostly to get the other girls off her back. And maybe to stop you from eating your own poison stew out of spite.

You groaned, forehead thudding against the counter.

"I still have to make this right... I can’t just leave it like this. Not now..."

You sounded more exhausted than drunk. The chaos was starting to slip. Underneath it was something raw. Something broken. You weren’t drunk enough for this. God, you wished you were. But at this point, your meltdown was no longer about the wine or the toads or the soup that smelled like despair. It was just grief.

One big, ugly, messy cry for help.

Rika sighed again. Gently, she slipped an arm under yours.

"Alright, you absolute train wreck of a human..." She muttered, guiding you towards the door. "Let's get you back to bed before you poison yourself by mistake..."

Normally, Rika would’ve just tucked you into bed and called it a night. Let you curl up, ride out the emotional hangover, and wake up tomorrow to do it all over again. Same grief, same rage, different flavor.

But tonight wasn’t normal.

Because tonight, someone was waiting for you in the main hall.

Your girls had already surrounded the intruder, weapons drawn and ready to strike. A wall of tension thickened the air. Your blurry vision cleared, and that's when you realized who this person was.

A figure in dark robes. A plague-style bird mask covering her face. And a posture far too calm for someone surrounded by a bunch of glittery criminals.

Chisaki’s messenger lady. The same one from before.

You would recognize those 'assests' anywhere.

If it weren’t for the mask, you were sure she’d be smiling that same politely unsettling smile. She didn’t even flinch at the welcome party. In fact, she looked like she expected it.

You immediately sobered up. What little alcohol had been in your system was no match for the surge of hatred that returned with full force.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You snarled, pushing off Rika’s arm and staggering forward. "I want nothing to do with you or Chisaki. You hear me? You fucked up the moment you stepped through that door!"

The grief came back in waves. The rage followed. There was no stopping it now.

"Indeed, I’m aware of the... unfortunate events that took place during your last encounter with Mister Chisaki." She said, bowing her head slightly. A calm, practiced movement, meant to pacify. It didn’t. If anything, it made Mizusa tighten her grip on her weapon. "Allow me to extend his apology- No, allow him to apologize to you properly."

You stared at her, rage building up. She couldn’t be serious. An apology? From him?

Chisaki didn’t just hurt you. He didn’t just break you. He killed Magne. And she was irreplaceable. His actions went far beyond offensive. They were unforgivable. That wasn’t something an apology could patch up. Not now, not ever.

"He can shove his apology you know where." You spat, voice cracking with anger. The others nodded in agreement.

"I understand that this approach may not appeal to you." The woman said, unphased by your cold welcome. "Which is why, on behalf of Mister Chisaki, I’m extending a formal invitation. A private meeting. Just the two of you. No weapons, no guards, no traps. A civilized conversation. I’m confident you’ll find common ground."

Fuck, you remembered her being less creepy. But apparently, last time she was just fucking with you. This was serious.

And maybe it really was a real opportunity. An opportunity to make this right.

-

There was a plan.

Finally, something solid. Something real. Something you could actually do to avenge Magne. You agreed to the meeting. Because, realistically, it was the only chance you had. Chisaki would be unguarded. Vulnerable. And that made it the perfect opportunity to strike.

The girls dressed you up for the occasion. Something elegant, but not flashy. Just enough to pass without suspicion… and hide something deadly underneath. Wrapped snug around your thigh was the corpse of a snake, freshly expired but still loaded with venom. One bite, and Chisaki would drop dead. His whole little Yakuza empire? Finished. All you had to do was reanimate the reptile when the time was right.

Your weird little necromancy trick was finally proving useful.

Mizusa was the last one working on you, finishing your nails with full concentration. That had been her idea. She claimed she couldn’t let you walk into an assassination looking like a swamp witch in a ball gown.

"I'm proud of you, by the way." She said, gently checking your hair for any rogue strands.

"Because I don't look like a disaster, or because I'm finally about to end that bastard?"

"Because you're sober for once."

Oof. Low blow.

But she wasn’t wrong. You hadn’t had a single drink tonight. Your head was clear, your quirk was at full power, and your rage had finally crystallized into true purpose. You had to keep that up if you wanted to use your quirk to the fullest.

"Thanks." You muttered, not wanting to get all sappy. "For making me look half decent for once."

Finally, she was done, and you barely recognized yourself. You looked like someone who was about to end the night in a hotel suite, not a blood-soaked revenge mission. At least Chisaki would get one final pretty view before the venom shut down his organs. And maybe it was enough to keep him occupied and completely unsuspecting. Men were simple creatures, after all.

"Remember, just give us a call, and we’ll be there to help." Mizusa reminded you, patting your back with reassurance.

You nodded. You knew she meant it. No matter what happened tonight, your girls would have your back. Always had, always would. And if you died by Chisaki’s hands, at least you’d die knowing you were loved. By your girls, and by Magne, when she was still alive.

You stepped outside. The cold night breeze hit your skin, snapping you into focus.

Tonight, you weren’t just playing dress-up.

Tonight, you were going to kill that bastard.

Tonight, you were going to avenge your friend.

A sleek, black car waited at the curb. Of course the Yakuza had style. If Chisaki wanted a dance, you’d dance. You’d give him the best show of his miserable life. Before the curtain dropped for good.

-

The whole ride was thick with tension. The only thing running through your mind was Magne. And the only thing left that mattered- avenging her. Because honestly, what else was there in your miserable life?

You had your girls. That was it. Magne had been one of them. And every time you lost one of your own, it felt like your heart got ripped out and stomped on all over again.

Maybe it was your fault for getting too attached to a group of girls who just wanted to live quietly, commit the occasional crime, and stay out of real trouble. Maybe Magne wouldn’t have even appreciated you throwing your life away chasing revenge. But that didn’t matter now. That was just your sober brain trying to be rational.

And tonight, you weren’t listening to reason.

You were here to end it.

When you arrived, Chisaki’s people gave you a thorough search. The snake wrapped around your thigh looked like nothing more than a stylish accessory, especially after your girls spray-painted it gold.

Everything was going according to plan.

They didn’t follow you inside the building, and to your surprise, it wasn’t some grimy underground hideout either. No, this was some kind of a high-end restaurant.

Typical.

The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. This place was probably filled with off-duty heroes, waiting for a signal to jump you the moment you made a wrong move.

Rich brats always had the means to buy themselves fake security in the form of washed-up pro-heroes. Corruption ran deep in this country. And that Yakuza idiot wasn't stupid enough to not take advantage of this little fact. Pathetic.

Still, not as pathetic as seeing Chisaki in person.

You instantly regretted dressing up.

Despite all his status and posturing, he couldn’t even bother with a proper suit. Just the same getup as always, his pristine white gloves pulled tightly over his hands. He smelled like he’d bathed himself in disinfectant and still didn’t trust the air not to infect him.

What a prick.

"Miss L/N. Welcome." He said smoothly, like you weren’t already five seconds away from punching him in the throat.

You didn’t return the gesture. You didn’t smile. You just plopped down in the chair across from him like you owned the place.

"What do you want?" You asked bluntly, your eyes flicking briefly toward the wine bottle that was definitely trying to seduce you.

Focus. You had to focus.

Chisaki chuckled. That smug, calm kind of laugh, like he wasn’t even fazed by your attitude. But you could see, he was annoyed already.

Your charm really did work, huh?

He sat across from you, ignoring your complete lack of manners.

"I wanted to revisit our previous conversation." He said. "Have you given it any thought? Are you willing to join me?"

"As if." You snapped, nearly laughing in his face. "I’m not going to be treated like a footstool by someone like you. You took something from me. Someone I cared about. If anything, I should be skinning you alive."

As you leaned forward, you felt the snake begin to stir. It slid gently down your leg, silent and slow. You couldn’t afford any mistakes. It had to be precise, unnoticed.

"Ah, yes." Chisaki nodded. "I understand that... incident was unfortunate. I offer my apologies. Your friend, he seemed important to you."

You froze.

"SHE was important." You growled, jaw tight and teeth grinding. He would not disrespect Magne in front of you. "And I’m not accepting your weak-ass apology."

You could feel the snake now, slithering across the floor with intent.

"I don’t expect you to." He replied coolly. "Apologies don’t fix anything. But sometimes, they help make things easier."

He twirled the wine in his glass. At least you both agreed on one thing. Apologies were meaningless. They wouldn’t bring Magne back. They wouldn’t soften your rage.

And they certainly wouldn’t make your pet any less venomous.

"That’s why..." Chisaki continued, his voice calm and unnervingly certain. "I’d rather apologize through actions."

You paused. The snake did too, its fangs millimeters away from sinking into Chisaki's leg.

"Actions?" You echoed, skeptical. Almost amused. There was nothing he could offer you now. Magne was in pieces, exploded into a mush. Even your necromancy couldn't work against it.

Chisaki raised his glass.

"Let me bring your dead friend back."

-

Toga strolled down the street, bouncing lightly from side to side, a rare spark of cheer in her step. Moments like this, feeling free and unbothered, were rare these days. Ever since Magne’s death, she’d been tense, jittery. Grief had wormed its way into her, followed closely by anger. Both emotions that she had buried as deep and as fast as she could.

Her eyes darted from one glowing storefront to the next, crossing streets without hesitation. No one paid her any attention. She was just another teenage girl out for a walk. As long as no one realized she was THE Himiko Toga, a wanted criminal, she could keep pretending everything was fine.

The city was beautiful tonight, glittering with lights and laughter. She admired the people behind restaurant windows. All dressed up, chatting, smiling like they didn’t have a care in the world.

Then she stopped.

Just for a second, her grin faltered.

There, through the glass of a cozy little restaurant, was a familiar face. Too familiar. Someone she definitely didn’t expect to see out here. And even more suspiciously...

Toga blinked. Tilted her head. Squinted.

"…Is that...? Ohhh, naughty, naughty..." A slow, delighted grin stretched across her face.

She didn’t hesitate. Out came the phone. She zoomed in, snapping a blurry but very interesting photo.

Click.

"Tomura-kun is not gonna like this..."

[semiweirdshipper]

Y'know what, I actually do have a question. Out of all your ongoing stories, is there one you wish you had wrote different? Not like a complete rewrite or anything but like, is there a scene you wrote for one story that you think might've been better in one of the others instead? Like it seems like it might fit better with that plot? Or it should've been in an earlier/later chapter?

Just something I saw an author write (via AO3 notes) in a different fandom. She felt a specific scene might've been better in her side story instead of the main one. Just got me thinking if you had a thought like that

Are you sure you want to poke the fire and get a long answer??? I hope so! Because I totally went all out with utter nonsense here, lol. I'm sorry.

So, for my primary fanfics, I'm pretty content with their pacing and scenes for the most part. However, there are a couple flawed stories that always float around the front of my mind sometimes because I wish I had done something differently with them.

Miracle of The Moonlight for example. Sooooooooo... The first chapter of Miracle is technically not the first chapter- it's a rewrite. The real first chapter is forever hidden within my drive, and the reason behind that is because no one liked how the story began. See, Miracle was supposed to be written from the very, very beginning when the reader met Bubba, helped him and became friends with him. Bubba introduced her to his closest friends, they wind up getting caught by Herman, and the friendships keep growing until the pustula raid/mass betrayal happens. Instead of building my way up, I decided to begin with an epilogue- the second pustula raid. Doing that captivated the audience better, but I wasn't able to write as many Pinhead and Mr. X moments so it's kind of a bummer. Plus the development of the killers will never be written and I'm just not as happy with the plot as I could be. All I can do now is write memories to make up for lost scenes I'll never get to expand.

Older stories. I'm not particularly happy with a lot of my first slasher stories, but, to be fair, I was just getting my footing so I'm not gonna go too hard on myself. I learned, I grew, I developed. That's all you can do as a writer. I do cringe at some of my old stories, but I'm not upset with them enough to take them down.

Circumhorizons Form With Faith. (If you haven't read this story, please, don't ever read it. Genuinely, I am requesting that you don't, especially if you don't want Saddest Journey to be ruined). I love the concept for this story a lot. The Entity's realm is a foggy, dangerous mess filled with monsters, and so everyone outside of trials has to stay in groups to survive. There are three groups, but none of them want the reader. I used a lot of different killers as well. But, the thing that ruined this concept was my own imprinting. I should have given the reader-insert different abilities. Instead, I humiliated myself by trying to turn my own pain into power. Pretty embarrassing. (Please don't comment about this part).

And then we have the ultimate failure.... Fate of Broken Roads. I... HATE... this story... Broken Roads is just me being petty and angry with myself because I selfishly deleted the real story it's based off of. (Secondhand spoilers for Fate of Broken Roads). The best Transformers fanfic I ever wrote was called "Decepticon Inmates", and it was about Optimus being falsely accused of a crime Megatron secretly committed, and so he was sentenced to a nasty, decepticon prison. On his first few nights, Optimus was forced to stay in Megatron's cell so that Megatron would punish him (all new inmates have to go through it), but Megatron doesn't touch him because he knows the truth. Megs tries to keep Opy away from the other punishment-con, they fall in love, blah blah. And I deleted it. And I can't tell you how upset I am with myself for doing that.

So I rewrote Inmates in the form of slashers and reader-inserts. Fate of Broken Roads is just a poster covering the broken cracks to something I was once deeply passionate about. It'll never be what I want it to be, and I messed up the original concept. The reader was supposed to be punished by Micheal, but Michael recognizes her and turns his shoulder. All the slashers know each other because they committed the crime the reader is in there for. The reader gets into a relationship with Micheal and Jason and I have no idea what else is supposed to happen. I don't even know what I was trying to accomplish with that story. Fix the broken heart I caused? I'm such an idiot. I think I deleted Decepticon Inmates because the chapters were getting bad, and I couldn't handle disappointing everyone (I was only seventeen, lol), so I deleted it on a whim without saving it. And, since I seemed to be somewhat okay at writing slashers, I thought recreating it would help. But it didn't!

I'm a bigger mess than you thought, aren't I?

[scuba-divers]

btw my opinion on the minecraft movie from both a writing and visual standpoint: i think i judged it too hard based on all the people makin fun of it, like it was pretty cheesy and had its flaws but i liked it and it was fun to watch. idk why people are complaining about the acting and story being cringe or whatever. first of all, you cant tell me steve would NOT act like a cringe millenial. second of all, the movie directly contradicts the trend of edgy-ifying media that doesnt need to be edgy. its silly and does not take itself seriously whatsoever. the message about creativity seems kinda hamfisted, and i guess thats my main criticism of the movie, but its still there so thats nice. i get it too, from an artists standpoint, creative people are really repressed/made fun of often and mocked for being 'weird' or whatever by lame ass bitches [pardon my rage] who cant make shit and blindly follow people who they consider 'normal'. i dont like that they give the baby zed eyes though. i dont know who came up with that idea cuz its lowk creepy . like they dont have eyes or they have blackened scleras and pupils and i feel like that also would have been easier to animate. most of my criticisms are towards the visual direction of the movie- i 100% think they shouldve gone with a more elementanimations-esque style, at least for the mobs and animals. i lowk fuck with the environment design, i genuinely think it looks sick, but the mobs and animals arent great. i understand, however, that the issue would be mixing the semi realistic environment and the aforesuggested elementanimations style mobs, but i think that alternative types of rendering could make them work. movie magic blah blah whatever i dont know shit about making and animating high quality models for anything

one of the MAIN things that i hold in defense of the movie is that minecraft's lore isnt set in stone. you can do pretty much anything with it, make it as goofy or as serious as youd like. its meant to be up to individual interpretation. like, fuck it, add a silly americas got talent reference. make it the kickoff point of the conflict. isekai-ify it. the lore is whatever, shape it and paint it however you want based on the loose pieces of info the game provides cuz its your choice how you wanna see it.

[georgegraphys]

I see and respect your point about the driver numbers on the caps, but to me personally it falls flat considering the fact that Toto/Mercedes seems obsessed with creating hype over some of the youngest ever driver to … records [they’ve had graphics all ready to go] about Kimi, and now the WhatsApp/Netflix documentary. I am certain that Toto wishes to make Kimi his new cash cow, and the next Max, with George losing out.

I am fully aware that my point might sound unhinged but it really wicks me, especially as it was crickets for literal YEARS over the abuse he received from his former teammates cult, and then Toto publicly undermining his performances and going after Kimi and Max [for real his dream line up]

Oh- I didn't expect this tone going down here!

But actually it's my fault for not making my points clear about what "fairness" do I mean by the erasure of the drivers numbers blah blah. When I mean fairness, I honestly mean "SALES NUMBER" yk sometimes these f1 fandoms started getting numbers and quantity obsessed so maybe to avoid those cringe fanwars, they probably did that.

But UMMMMMM coming to the next argument, anon you need to wake yourself out of that constant pessimistic thoughts (it's for your own good as well so you can see things in a better and healthier perspective) and you need to realize that you can't pour two or three not-so correlated points to a thought salad because... I'm not a Kimi fan. I only focus on one person and that is GEORGE RUSSELL so I'm trying to defend Kimi or anything but saying that George is left out and not hyped yadda yadda is simply not true?

You know despite what you think of Kimi getting the hype and promotion, it is actually George who did the main PR and everything. IWC, Adidas, AMG/Benz, Ritz Carlton, UBS, Einhell, Petronas, HP. It's all him as the main man. It took until Imola last year for George to reach 25 PR schedules but this year it only took until Bahrain for him to do that. So I fully disagree with the "cash cow" comment.

About WhatsApp, I don't think George really had a close sponsor relationship with them since last year so that's not a Mercedes or Kimi problem. Maybe they just don't click just like what happened between George and Monster Energy till the end of ME's time at Mercedes. And plus regarding the documentary, I don't fuss much with that because.... You do know Kimi got a documentary but George got to be an ambassador for the hyped up special car launch by AMG/Benz right?

The launch itself is even hyped up so much by the CEO and CTO of Mercedes Benz themselves. And you see how it's only George that is tagged? Yeah so I think it's fair and everyone got their own portion. Documentary by WhatsApp for Kimi. Benz/AMG Car launch for George. Not to mention this car launch has a bigger leverage because it's held by the parent company, supported by the board members (unlike other cars), and in the automotive industry itself it's already hyped up to rival Porsche's release.

Everyone got their own portion.

Regarding records and hype posts, I disagree. We did not see that George because he debuted in Williams but George received his big ass portions of hype post as a junior driver as well. They called him "Mercedes Benz Junior Superstar" and he's afaik the only one junior that got that nickname from them. He got his own portion of privileges back then (even bigger if I must say) and also regarding socials, i think you realized too that Mercedes' social media strategy changed SOOOOO much right? To the point that they're hyping and including their juniors, hyping Vesti, crazily hyping Doriane, and doing more in general. And to add, George got a lot of props posts and stats posts as well. I don't think the change only had to do with Kimi and Kimi only but the change exists throughout the whole Mercedes, even down to the juniors and reserve drivers exposure.

Again anon, I'm not trying to defend anyone here. I'm not a big fan of anyone enough to defend them but you need to see things objectively and not mix one thoughts with another and make a thought salad of it. I am as frustrated as you regarding the mistreatment and the silence over the hate trains and abuse but the whole social media strategic change and sponsorship dynamics does not have anything to do with it or may it be Mercedes manipulating things to favour one side over the other. I disagree a whole bunch of lots if you say George is losing out and did not get the hype. He does get the hype and he's not losing out on the sponsor thing. If anything? It needs to be lessened because he needs some damn break.

I honestly won't lose my mind too much over the documentary or the fact that he's not that close with WhatsApp because even since the Lewis-George era as well, some sponsors leans towards one driver more than others and I'm not too surprised by it. Monster Energy is even worse than WhatsApp LMFAO. And again, if you think the documentary is unfair, remember the car launch. Remember IWC, Adidas, AMG/Benz, Ritz Carlton, UBS, Einhell, Petronas, HP. That's that.

No I understand your frustration regarding your last point about the mistreatment but the rest of your point regarding the sponsors, documentaries, and social media has nothing to do with their silence over mistreatment/abuse. It's two different things that do not have anything to do with one another. In this case, I'm sorry but I have to fully disagree with your point. Everyone had their own portion (tbh? George has more stacked up on his plate than others) and this year Mercedes is more "spread out" regarding their social media strategy.

Again, i'm not defending Mercedes or Kimi but i'm just here to say that these points you pointed out do not have anything to do with each other. Mercedes can be very wrong in not defending George against the abuse BUT that doesn't mean that the other points (George getting sidelined, which is not even close to true) has anything to do with the first point.