#crying screaming foaming depressing

[okaerina]

GUYS SOMETHING'S HAPPENING TO ME so there's this guy i saw in a mall today and he was so frigging cute like i couldn't stop glancing at him all the time and I SAW HIM AT EVERY SINGLE FLOOR I WAS WITH MY MUM AND HE WAS ALWAYS SO CLOSE IN MY RANGE ASJSJSJSSFGDF BRO EVEN CAUGHT ME STARING AND GAVE ME TINY LAUGH ISTG I WAS GOING INSANE why is he so pretty man...

[cumironi]

SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS: GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU

“suguru, help!” he sounds, pathetic. gojo satoru is a pathetic man when it comes to you. “ . . . there are so many kisses to have, soul and bone for you to crash and swear that how stars are born, so please. . ., believe me, you have to believe me,” he cries, holding your hands, begging for you to love him— love him enough to stay.

warning : age-up! satosugu, depressed! fem x reader, drug mention, trauma mention, suicide, self-harm, death mention, drowning, blood, heavy angst.

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𝜗𝜚 . . . . i had to stop so often writing this because i can't stop crying and think that i shouldn't continue because it hurts me so bad that i have to take a cold shower and think about my life. and honestly, i wasn't supposed to write the last part but yeah..

A MINUTES AFTER YOU TRY TO KILL YOURSELF

it was too quiet. . .

gojo satoru never screams so loud in his entire life, so loud. . . the world shaking beneath his feet, ready to swallow him whole and rotten. so loud . . . he sure he can no longer hear. he ran, slipping on his way until he broke his knee on the puddle of the red, transparent liquid that spill from the bath-up.

the starling sigh, you were there. . .

“no, no, no, baby— no.”

the water, tinged with a haunting crimson, surged and overflowed, cascading into the bathroom with relentless force. it climbed steadily up gojo's legs, as if the liquid itself sought to ensnare him, to drag him down into its suffocating embrace, or just. . . mock him.

a dark mockery that seemed to whisper that it alone held the power to drown him, to swallow your trembling breaths and the last echoes of your voice. it wasn’t him, or geto suguru who was to be your executioner, but the merciless water, eager to claim your final, stutter breath.

“i-i —sorry, i’m sorry..” you stammered.

your voice stammered between choke, barely a murmur beneath the frothy waves, struggled to be heard amidst the tumult. your eyes, devoid of warmth, reflected a chilling detachment. the coldness in your gaze was almost tangible, a stark contrast to the chaotic, drowning world around you.

“suguru, help!” he sounds, pathetic.

gojo, even on the verge of your death is still so gentle, as if he's afraid you are going to die than you already are. dropping on his knees as he tries to pull your warm bodies out of the bath-up.

gojo shook his head, a soft whisper escaping from his trembling lips, “shhh, it's alright baby, it's alright, you're alright,” his mumble, each word a fragile promise against the storm of his own emotions— words and voice shaking, his bones and soul shivering. his strong arm wraps around your body, pulling you closer to his chest, feeling everything, even as his flesh trembling.

tears cascaded from the corner of your eyes, tracing silken paths down your skin, while his embrace, though trembling, sought to cradle and calm you, a sanctuary against the turbulence of your anguish.

“suguru, please help!” again, this time he shouted.

geto runs upon hearing the horror howling, and his purple irises about to peel from his face and his lungs lose air— ragged gasps, as if each inhale were stolen from him. the scene before him struck with a painful clarity: you nestled within gojo’s embrace, your body wracked with distress.

foaming at the mouth, you appeared trapped in a tormenting grip of anguish, while the open scars on your wrist bled stories of suffering and desperation. in that moment, the sight was both heart-wrenching and surreal, a vivid tableau of fear and pain, painted across the canvas of his deepest fears.

“i'm sorry— i-i'm so sorry,” you whisper between choking gasps as geto kneels beside you and your body shaking. tears cascade uncontrollably, each dropping a shimmering testament to a sudden, overwhelming regret. it is as though a profound realization has swept over you, too late to mend the wounds that have been inflicted.

the regret feels like a bitter aftertaste of the sorrow you can no longer escape. the eyes of those around you, trembling with the weight of their own anguish, are bloodshot and haunting, mirroring the crimson that flows from your wrist. in that agonizing moment, the world feels irrevocably broken, and the fleeting desire to be alive seems like a distant, unreachable dream.

they burst from the bathroom, gojo's arms wrapped tightly around you as he dashes through the chaos. your lifeless feet and hands dangle, a heavy, haunting reminder of the blood seeping steadily onto the floor. each drop forms a macabre trail, like the relentless shadow of death that clings to you, a grim companion refusing to let go.

the crimson stains splatter and pool in your wake, an anguished testament to the finality that now seems inevitable— each red stain on the ground is a haunting reminder, a stark declaration. as they run, the blood's mournful descent weaves a sorrowful narrative of moments slipping away, each drop a poignant echo of what might have been, a stark and unyielding declaration that time has run out, that it is too late.

and suddenly, everything feels like a slow motion.

6 HOUR AFTER YOU TRY TO KILL YOURSELF

the doctor spoke with a grave tone, his words laced with concern. “it appears,” he began, looking at gojo who's just sitting there with his eyes focusing on the floor, meanwhile geto standing beside him. “that she intentionally tried to overdose. we've had to act swiftly to pump the substances from her body, working to counteract the severe effects of her actions.”

geto's hand gently gripping on gojo's shoulder as they listen. his expression was one of solemn seriousness, reflecting the urgency and gravity of the situation. “we've done everything we can to stabilize her, but it's crucial that you two understand the seriousness of what she has done. this was a life-threatening situation, and we're only beginning to address the underlying issues that led to this crisis.”

the doctor continued, his voice carrying a mix of relief and concern. “fortunately, the cut on her wrist wasn't too deep,” he said, his eyes scanning the notes before them. “it seems that the severity of the injury was somewhat mitigated by her weakened state from the drugs. if she had been stronger, the outcome might have been different.”

his tone softened, acknowledging the fragile balance between the danger of the overdose and the mitigating effects of your physical condition. “we've managed to address the immediate threats, but it's crucial to understand that this is a serious wake-up call. we need to work on her recovery and the emotional struggles that led to this moment.”

if she had been stronger, the outcome might have been different,’ the words echoed repeatedly, hauntingly through the air, like a broken record stuck on a painful refrain. once, twice, three times, they reverberated through their minds, each repetition a stark reminder of how close they came to losing you, how dangerously close the edge of despair was.

even the notion of ‘almost’ carried a weight too immense to bear, a heavy presence that pressed down on their hearts. the silence that followed was thick with unspoken guilt and anguish; none of them could find the words to bridge the chasm of their shared grief. they avoided each other's gaze, unable to escape the silent blame that hung heavy between them, a suffocating testament to their collective sense of failure.

gojo stared at his hands through the thin veil of his blindfold, his fingers trembling as they traced the dried blood staining his pale skin. the sight of it was a brutal reminder of you. with a strained effort, he clenched his hands tightly, hoping to meld the dried blood with his own, as if to erase the haunting evidence of what had transpired— his last hope trying to be with you.

each breath felt like a desperate gasp, a small gap forming between his lips as he struggled to draw in air. the sensation of suffocation gripped him, a relentless pressure squeezing his chest, making each inhale a battle. despite his efforts, the air seemed insufficient, leaving him feeling as though he were on the precipice of life, teetering on the brink of an abyss that threatened to swallow him whole.

geto felt an overwhelming tide of guilt and anguish, a heavy weight pressing down on his heart. the scene that unfolded before him replayed in his mind like a relentless, agonizing loop, hunting him down like he is some kind of a fucking prey. he was haunted by the sight of your suffering, the image of your blood-streaked hands and the anguished cries that pierced the air. each moment of his own reflection, seeing the remnants of your blood on his skin and his white shirt, deepened his torment.

the sense of responsibility gnawed at him, a constant reminder of how close he came to losing you. he felt suffocated by a profound sorrow and helplessness, as if the very air around him was too thick, leaving him gasping for breath— like the death itself pointing its ugly fucking finger to his face and laugh at him, at them.

what a fucking pathetic man’ the death must be said.

the weight of the situation settled heavily on his shoulders, and the silence between him and his companions only amplified his inner turmoil. the unspoken blame and the aching realization that he couldn't undo what had happened created a chasm of despair within him, making each moment feel like an eternity of unbearable remorse.

both of them are buried in profound sea of grief, guilt, shame because a thousand moments with you that they take for granted— shame, for thinking, assume that there would be a thousand more. is it too selfish to be here?’ they thought.

that curse must be laughing at them, the higher-ups, everyone— pointing their finger from all directions. look at them, ’ they thought, those two who called themselves the strongest can even save a single soul,’ again they must be laughing, let alone a soul who is to be called the love of their life.

but nobody knows, none, not even a single soul that, oh, how your presence evokes such selflessness in them— even amid their silent, tormented reflections. they are consumed by an incessant questioning of the selfishness of their own sorrow, wondering if it is wrong to cling to their grief while you teeter on the precipice of loss.

the haunting thought persists, a cruel reminder of time's fragile nature and the profound depth of their remorse. in their heartache, they are acutely aware of the contrast between their own suffering and the delicate balance of your existence, each moment of their anguish a poignant testament to the sorrow they feel for having taken so much for granted.

is it okay to feel sad? ’ they thought.

even the very sensation of sadness and grief feels like an indulgence they do not deserve. i can't even protect her, what rights do i fucking deserve to be sad?’ they thought. to them, these emotions seem an opulent luxury, an extravagant gift they are not entitled to. in their hearts, the depth of their sorrow feels almost excessive, a poignant reminder of how their suffering pales in comparison to the magnitude of the almost loss they face.

each wave of grief feels like a grand, unwelcome opulence, an unjust reward for the pain they have caused and the moments they have squandered. the luxury of their sadness seems a cruel irony, a stark contrast to the profound emptiness of the reality they must now confront.

people passing by in front of them, throwing them a glance or two. seeing their red eyes and tears-stain cheeks, blood in their hands, in shirts, in pants, in their soul, laid bare. everyone wants to give them both a pat on the back, telling them that they are good at handling grief; howling, crying, and blaming each other. that's the proper way to handle grief.

18 HOUR AFTER YOU TRY TO KILL YOURSELF

your hands are warm, a stark contrast to the pallor of your pink lips, which have lost their vibrant hue, your eyes open still so retain their gentle softness, a quiet testament to the grace you still hold.

as you lie upon the hospital bed, draped in the drab, floral-patterned gown that clings to you, it feels woefully inadequate. the gown, mundane and worn, seems too insipid and shabby to encompass your beauty, too faded and forlorn.

“i'm sorry. . .” you mumble.

you can’t bring yourself to look at them as they sit beside your bed, their eyes red and swollen from sleepless nights, their uniforms crumpled and disheveled, their hair falling in untamed disarray. their faces have lost their vibrant hue, a stark contrast to their usual vitality.

gojo satoru’s once-brilliant blue eyes, which used to shimmer with an unyielding light, now seem dull and lifeless, even when the golden sunlight spills over them. the sunlight, which once might have enhanced the beauty of his gaze with its warm orange tones, now only serves to highlight the emptiness that has replaced his once-sparkling eyes— it's dull, it's dull, it is fucking dull.

geto suguru's strikingly handsome face is graced with a smile, tender and achingly gentle, as though he is pouring all his effort into offering you a sliver of solace. his lips tremble with a subtle quiver, betraying the deep sadness that lingers beneath his calm exterior. his once-vibrant purple irises have dimmed, their former brilliance faded to a shadow of their former selves.

you fear that they might darken further, losing their hue altogether, slipping into a void of despair where even color seems to vanish. the sight of his sorrowful eyes, so devoid of their usual spark, reflects a profound sadness that pierces the heart, a silent testament to the emotional toll of the moment.

oh, what i have done. . .’ you thought.

“don't, please don't,” gojo pleads, his voice trembling as he clasps your unharmed hand with a desperate grip. his blindfold has been removed, revealing eyes that are filled with raw, unfiltered emotion as he gazes at you. beside him, geto's hand rests gently at the back of your head, his touch tender and soothing. he caresses your hair with a featherlight motion, his thumb brushing softly over your scalp.

“we are so sorry for taking you for granted,” he murmurs, the words heavy with regret and sorrow. “we are sorry for offering you only a lukewarm love, when you deserved a love that was fierce and all-consuming, a love that burned brightly and fiercely. i'm sorry,” his voice wavers, each word an echo of their deep remorse, as they both grapple with the weight of their unspoken apologies and the profound realization of what they failed to give you.

they do not seek to question why your soul bleeds, nor do they dare to unravel the dark tapestry of your pain. the blood, flowing with a steady, silent, and disturbingly deliberate pace, engulfs you in its relentless embrace. it seeps into every corner of your being, a somber tide that threatens to consume you entirely.

they find themselves unable to confront this harrowing reality, their hearts too burdened to bear the weight of such a painful inquiry. the sight of your suffering leaves them paralyzed, unable to utter the questions that linger in their minds, as they grapple with the profound helplessness of watching you slowly succumb to the encroaching shadows.

“i love you, baby,” gojo whispers, “i'm sorry that you're in so much pain so to think death is the only salvation,” he stopped for a second, cocooning your hand with his large one before resting his cheek against. “i'm sorry i didn't notice your rage for the world and too busy loving you. does my love scare you, love? that's why you decided to leave, hm?” his voice shaking, lips quivering.

“if you are angry, stab me a little so you can feel better, make it hurt, i don't care. a little suffering would be worth it if it's by your hands, by your pretty little hands,” he murmured against your skin, his breath a warm whisper that sent shivers across your body. each word was a soft plea, wrapped in a tone that trembled with both desperation and tenderness.

his trembling lips pressed gently against your hand, each kissing a fleeting starburst of warmth against your cool skin. him— no they, stood ready to endure your pain, inviting you to inflict upon them the hurt you felt.

they stand poised to let you sink your teeth into them, to delve into their very flesh. to let you open them up, laid bare and vulnerable, just to offer you a chance to heal. just so they can love you a little too much, starving even— like a flesh begging to be knitting together over a wound. ruin me, ruin us, and we will let you.

“i love you, i love you, i love you,” he gave you stars in each between. they fucking love you like a rotten dog. “believe me when i said this. . . there are so many kisses to have, soul and bone for you to crash and swear that how stars are born, so please. . ., believe me, you have to believe me,” he cries, holding your hands, begging for you to love him— love him enough to stay, “we love you.”

he finally said we’ geto thought.

at first glance, people might assume that geto suguru’s love for you surpasses that of gojo satoru, that his love is somehow greater. yet, the truth remains that it has always been gojo satoru who harbors the most profound and boundless love for you from the very beginning. his love is vast, immense, and utterly astonishing, stretching beyond the horizons of understanding.

gojo’s devotion is a vast expanse, a love so deep and wide that it seems to defy the very limits of emotion. even geto suguru, who himself is capable of immense love, finds himself awestruck and somewhat intimidated by the sheer magnitude of gojo’s feelings. no one can truly grasp the depth of gojo’s love—not even gojo himself—such is the overwhelming, almost incomprehensible nature of his heart’s boundless devotion to you.

and sometimes it scares the shit out of geto.

but maybe, just maybe, they have a little too much love for you more than for each other, even more than for themselves— as if you make a space in their ribs, and call it home country.

30 HOUR AFTER YOU TRY TO KILL YOURSELF

geto stirred from a restless sleep, his head resting gently against your hospital bed, nestled close to your side. as he slowly opened his eyes, he was met with the soft, gentle sight of you gazing at him, a faint, tender smile gracing your lips. the serene moment, bathed in the quiet of the hospital room, brought a flicker of warmth to his weary heart, a small but profound comfort amid the lingering shadows of their shared sorrow.

“hey sunshine,” geto whispered in a hoarse croak, reaching a hand to brush your hair away from your face, “how long have you been awake?”

“long enough to notice the dark circles under your eyes and the tear stains on your cheeks,” you replied softly, your fingers brushing gently against his cheek, your thumb tenderly caressing the worn skin. geto hummed, his hand capturing yours and guiding your palm to his lips, where he planted a gentle kiss.

the touch of your skin was like a salve, soothing the ache in his weary soul. he chuckled weakly. his eyes were tired and his skin pale, but your touch made him feel alive. “you’re too observant for your own good,” he teased, his lips curving into a weary smile.

geto shifted in his chair, wincing slightly as his body protested the movement. he settled into a more comfortable position, still holding your hand in his, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your knuckles.

he studied your face, taking in every detail, from the delicate flutter of your eyelashes to the subtle flush in your cheeks. the sight of you, even in this vulnerable state, filled his heart with a mixture of tenderness and protectiveness.

“how are you feeling?” he asked, his voice low and gentle, his gaze fixed on your face. he knew it was a question he had asked before, but he couldn’t help himself. he needed to hear you speak, hear your voice, just to reassure himself that you were still with him.

“like shit,” you answer.

your hand is still gently cupping his cheek, thumb running low across his skin in a loving manner. at your blunt response, geto's lip curled into a soft smile. even in your weakened state, you still had a defiant spark.

he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the sensation. “i thought we agreed no profanity,” he teased, his voice laced with affectionate humor, opening his eyes to meet your gaze. he turned his head slightly, his lips brushing against the palm of your hand in a tender kiss.

“you’ve always been a bad influence on me,” he murmured against your skin, his breath warm and ticklish. he chuckled softly, his eyes softening as he studied your face.

he took a moment to compose his words, his expression growing serious. “there was a moment,” he began, his voice a hoarse whisper, “a moment when i thought i lost you.”

your smile faltered, and your eyes softened with concern as you listened to the gravity in his voice. you reached up to gently touch his cheek again, your thumb brushing away the remnants of his sadness.

“i’m here now,” you whispered, your voice steady but filled with warmth. “you haven’t lost me.” you looked deeply into his eyes, trying to convey with your gaze the depth of your presence and the promise of your unwavering support. “and i’m not going anywhere,” you added softly, hoping to soothe the lingering fear in his heart.

his hand covers yours, holding it against his cheek as he closes his eyes, relishing in your soothing touch. for a moment, he just allows himself to bask in your presence, letting the warmth and comfort wash over him.

“i was afraid i wouldn’t get to hear you say that,” he murmured, his voice growing thicker with emotion. he opened his eyes, the raw vulnerability in his gaze bared to you, his heart laid bare.

your heart ached at the sight of his vulnerability. you gently squeezed his hand, your voice trembling with sincerity as you spoke. “i’m so sorry,” you said softly, your eyes filled with compassion.

geto’s thumb traced gentle, small circles on the back of your hand. “you have nothing to apologize for,” he assured you, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. “it was my responsibility to keep you safe, and i failed.”

the guilt and regret in his voice were palpable, the weight of his self-imposed responsibility clear. he lowered his gaze, wrestling with emotions that were etched deeply into every line of his weary face.

he lifted your hand from his cheek, bringing it to his lips and pressing a lingering kiss against your knuckles, his gaze never leaving yours. “i just need you to know how much you mean to me,” he added, his voice cracking slightly. his grip on your hand tightened, as if he was holding onto you for dear life.

geto’s lips continued to brush against your knuckles as he spoke, soft and gentle. his eyes held yours captive, the depth of his affection bared for you to see.

“you are my everything,” he confessed, his voice hoarse with the weight of his honesty. “the thought of losing you, of living in a world where you don’t exist…” he trailed off, a pained expression crossing his features. he was torn between the love that engulfed his heart and the fear that threatened to consume him.

geto drew in a shaky breath, composing himself as best he could. he lifted his gaze from your hand, meeting your eyes once again. his expression held a mixture of love and devotion, but also a hint of desperation.

“i need you to know that no matter what, i will do everything in my power to protect you,” he vowed, his voice steady despite the turbulent emotions raging within him. “not just because it’s my duty, but because i love you more than i thought it was possible to love someone.”

you met his gaze with a warm, reassuring smile, the depth of your gratitude shining through. “thank you,” you said softly, your voice imbued with genuine appreciation. your smile was a reflection of the profound comfort and reassurance you felt, a silent promise to stand together through whatever lay ahead.

geto’s eyes softened at your smile, a flicker of relief passing over his weary face. he squeezed your hand gently, his touch both appreciative and protective.

he studied your face for a moment, his gaze lingering on each contour, each freckle and line, as if to further commit them to memory. “don’t scare me like that again,” he murmured, mostly in jest, but with an underlying current of seriousness.

gojo entered the room, his expression a mix of relief and lingering concern as he carried a bag of your belongings. upon seeing the tender moment between you and geto, his eyes softened, though they carried a hint of the exhaustion and worry that had shadowed him. he set the bag down and approached, took a sit at the edge on the other side of your bed, his voice catching slightly as he spoke.

“don’t scare me like that again too,” he said, his tone gentle but tinged with the weight of his emotions. his gaze met yours with a blend of earnestness and relief. “i know suguru’s been holding on tight, but i’ve been right here, too. seeing you like this... it’s been hard on all of us. please, don't leave us.” his words were a heartfelt plea, an echo of the concern and love he carried for you, a testament to the depth of his feelings and the strength of his devotion.

geto’s grip on your hand tightened momentarily at the sound of gojo’s voice, his eyes darting towards his best friend. he could hear the exhaustion and worry that laced gojo’s words and knew all-too-well the weight of the responsibility they shared.

he turned his gaze back to you, his expression a mix of worry and relief. his thumb resumed its gentle, soothing circles on the back of your hand. “yeah,” he said in agreement, his voice gruff with emotion. “please, don’t scare us like that again.”

gojo’s presence brought with it a sense of familiarity, a comfort that was both grounding and reassuring. he reached out and placed a gentle hand on your arm, his touch a silent expression of his affection and concern.

he studied your face, his eyes tracing every contour, every line, as if to commit the sight to memory. “how are you feeling?” he asked, his voice softer now, though still tinged with worry. “i wanna say like shit but suguru said no profanity,” you puff a little chuckle.

geto gives a little scoff at your comment, his expression laced with a mixture of annoyance and affection. he rolls his eyes playfully and mutters, “you’re such a bad influence.”

gojo’s lips curled into a small smirk before he turned his gaze back to you, the lines around his eyes creasing with a mix of amusement and relief. “can’t have you talking like that,” he teased, his words light but carrying a hint of genuine concern.

gojo studying your face carefully before speaking ever so softly, “well, apart from the obviously crappy mood geto’s been in, you look good. your color is better.” he noticed a faint crimson crushed on your cheeks, a little pink on your lips.

he reached his hand out to smooth a strand of hair away from your forehead, his touch light and tender. his gaze wandered from your face to where geto still held your hand, his eyes reflecting a subtle hint of appreciation.

geto watched gojo's gentle touch, his grip on your hand unconsciously tightening a little bit in response. his expression was a mixture of protectiveness and vulnerability, his eyes betraying the fear and worry that still tugged at his heart.

he took the moment to observe the soft interplay of emotions between you and gojo, the easy familiarity and the deep bond that existed between you all. he could sense the weight of gojo's concern as he studied your face, the care and attention in his touch.

gojo's voice was soft as he continued, his gaze still fixed on your face. “so, how are you feeling, for real?” he asked, his tone a gentle echo of geto's earlier question. “any pain? any discomfort?”

geto looked at you, his eyes silently pleading for you to be honest. he was hanging off your every word, each response a small insight into your well-being.

you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their concern pressing down on you. meeting gojo’s gentle gaze and then turning to geto’s silent plea, you spoke with a mixture of remorse and honesty. “i’m sorry,” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “i’m sorry for how i handled things. i know i should have talked to you both, but i didn’t—i tried to take matters into my own hands without thinking it through first.”

your eyes reflected a deep sense of shame and regret as you continued. “i actually feel like absolute shit right now, and i’m ashamed of myself for thinking i could find a quick solution without considering the impact it would have on you both.” you looked at them, hoping your words conveyed the depth of your remorse and the sincerity of your apology, wanting them to understand that your actions were not a reflection of your feelings for them, but rather a moment of misguided desperation.

gojo's expression softened with understanding, his eyes filled with compassion. he knew the weight of your words, the regret and shame that clung to them. he reached his hand back to your arm, his touch gentle and reassuring.

geto's gaze was a mix of surprise and relief as he processed your apology. his hand around yours tightened slightly, his thumb tracing reassuring circles on your skin. “it's okay,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. “we all have moments of weakness. what matters is that you're here, safe and alive.”

you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you at their responses, their understanding and compassion a balm to your wounded spirit. “thank you,” you said softly, your voice thick with emotion. “thank you for not being angry with me and for not questioning me right away. i know i made a terrible mistake, and i’m grateful you’re here, supporting me instead of condemning me.”

geto's grip on your hand tightened slightly, his eyes filled with a complex mixture of emotions— relief, love, and a hint of lingering fear. he shook his head gently, a reassuring smile on his lips.

gojo chuckled softly, his eyes filled with a mixture of compassion and playfulness. “we can save the anger and lecturing for when you’re not looking so terrible,” he joked, a wry smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “and trust me, baby, i had a lot of choice colorful words for you when the right time comes,” he lean in to kiss your forehead, “but right now, we just trying to be here for you.”

geto nodded in agreement, his grip on your hand still tight. he couldn’t help but roll his eyes a bit at gojo's playfulness, but there was a hint of fondness beneath the feigned annoyance.

he leaned in, reaching out with his other hand to gently brush a strand of hair off your forehead. “you are a stubborn, reckless, and stubborn pain in the ass,” he scolded lightly, his tone a soft but affectionate mix.

gojo chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners with humor. he settled himself closer, his hand still resting lightly on your arm. “he's right, you know,” he chimed in, his smile wide. “you're very good at pushing our buttons and getting under our skin.”

geto's lips curled into a small smile, his expression a mixture of feigned anger and affection. “and you're even better at making us worry,” he added, his tone light but underlined with the gravity of their concern. “but we care about you more than anything,” he added, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “so you better not do something like that again, you hear me?” his voice held a hint of authority, but mostly it was filled with love and concern.

geto's smile grew a bit wider, his eyes crinkling endearingly at the corners. “yeah,” he said, his voice firm. “you better listen. we don’t need anymore of these near-death experiences from you.”

gojo chimed in enthusiastically, leaning in a bit closer. “yeah, cause let me tell you, i can’t handle any more gray hairs than i already have.”

geto's grip on your hand tightened again, his expression a mix of sternness and vulnerability. he looked at you intently, his gaze locking with yours. “he's right,” he echoed, his voice firm but filled with warmth and care. “no more reckless decisions. no more putting yourself in danger. you hear us, my love?”

gojo nodded in agreement, his expression serious but eyes softened with concern. he added, “yeah, we can't keep having our hearts in our throats like this. it's not good for our health, you know.” geto's hand caressed your arm gently, a silent plea for your understanding. “we just want you safe and sound. that’s all we ask.”

a hint of vulnerability flashed across geto's face, his expression betraying the weight of his words. he locked eyes with you, his gaze filled with a mixture of pleading and sincerity.

“we just want to know that you're safe,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “that you're not recklessly endangering yourself anymore.”

gojo leaned in closer, his hand resting on your arm lightly. “we can't bear the thought of something happening to you again,” he chimed in, his tone carrying an undercurrent of worry.

they continued to exchange tender words and earnest pleas, their voices overlapping in a chorus of concern and affection. each spoke fervently about their love and the lengths they would go to ensure your safety and happiness. their words, though filled with their own fears and frustrations, were underscored by a deep, unwavering care for you.

as you watched them, a soft smile touched your lips. their earnest devotion, their refusal to let you face this alone, filled you with a profound sense of comfort and gratitude. you could see their love in every gesture and hear it in every word, and it warmed your heart. despite the gravity of the situation, their caring presence made you feel cherished and supported, giving you strength even in the midst of your own turmoil.

after a few moments of their heartfelt declarations, the room fell into a short silence, the weight of their words lingering in the air.

gojo ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of nervous energy. “and just so you know, suguru here basically took a week off work to sit by your bedside like a damn watchdog, he even almost made the rainbow dragon eat gakuganji because that fucker won't let him leave.” geto, caught off guard by the sudden revelation, flushed faintly and shot a glare at gojo.

geto, taken aback, shot a sharp look at gojo before retort, “you clearly about to hollow purple the higher-ups and the entire school because they won't let you stay here with her.” gojo's expression darkened for a moment, “you know i would do it in a heartbeat, if i could.” geto's grip on your hand tightened, his gaze still fixed on gojo. “i know you would. and i'd be right there with you.”

gojo and geto turned their attention back to you when they heard your soft chuckling, their expressions a mix of relief and amusement at hearing you laugh.

gojo chuckled as well, “you find that funny, huh?” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. geto rolled his eyes a bit, but his own smile betrayed his true feelings. he couldn't stay serious when you laughed. “just the thought of us going rogue and taking down the entire school system for you is amusing, i guess,” he said, his tone laced with sarcasm.

you hummed in satisfaction, “they are shit anyway.” a gentle smile lingering on your pale lips.

gojo chuckled warmly, his eyes sparkling at your comment. “ah, and there’s that signature wit of yours coming back.”

geto, still feigning annoyance but struggling to hide a grin, shook his head slightly. “still as blunt and unfiltered as ever,” he said, his eyes soft.

you glances at both of them, the comforting silence lingering between you, and with a tender smile, you mouthed softly, “i love you.” your cheeks flushed a delicate crimson beneath your pale complexion as you kissed their cheek.

gojo and geto exchanged a brief glance at your sweet words and soft kisses, their hearts swelling with warmth and love. gojo's hand reached out to stroke your hair, his touch gentle and loving. “we love you too,” he said softly.

geto's smile widened as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “always,” he breathed, his voice filled with tenderness.

the thought of you coming back to them is warm.

TAGLIST :

@junni-berry @fortunatelyfurrygiver @soraya-daydreams @diorzs @dancing--devils @iloveboysinred @bounie1 @nina3871 @ohnotheusernameisbroken

[kyri45]

Your art and Bio Parent AU make me so happy I just ASDGTFGHHHGBHHHHHHFTHFGHH *Screaming, crying, foaming at the mouth.*

All of the fluff, the angst, the drama? I need a reality show ASAP!

On a side note, how do you think Wukong and Macaque would react to suddenly being MK's only present parents/mentors for whatever reason? Like maybe something happens with the celestial realm and the monkies have to keep their distance from the mortals for a long ass time, no contact, no nothing.

Just Wukong's Season 2 roadtrip, but for the whole family.

Oooh I had actually this whole thing in mind where, IF MK immortal, after like 150 years, since a lot of people in MK life died and he went like in a depressed state, Wukong and Mac decide to bring him with them in a JTTW sequel, kind of a family trip around the world of demons and celestial realms, to open more MK to the culture of this part of his nature, and to make him try to find more connections along other immortals as well

[arinzu]

Can you do Blue Lock Itoshi brothers and little sister reader? The reader has always had a good relationship with her brothers, but when Sae went to and came back from Spain, everything changed. On the day when Sae crushed Rin's dream, Sae also said very hurtful things to his little sister, and he left. When the reader tried to reach out to Rin, he also said hurtful things to her and avoided her. Before he went to Blue Lock, he just ignored her. All of these things made the reader very depressed; she went from a happy girl to a depressed one. She needed her brothers so much, but they are not hers for her. After growing up, the reader remembered that she still has her own life and dreams. She knows that she doesn't need her big brothers, and she should focus on her happiness now. So she made a decision to cut her big brothers out of her life completely. She blocked them and deleted their numbers from everything. After she made sure that they could never reach her, she moved to another country, which is very far from Japan. The reader is now going to start her new life, and she will never forgive her big brothers. When Sae and Rin found out that their little sister moved somewhere far and she cut them from contact, they panicked but couldn't reach her.

Part 1 l part 2

this is a great plot, I might mess up on this so if you don't like it you can request another fellow creator to make this amazing idea!

��Broken bond between siblings��

Summary : Being the youngest sibling of the itoshi family is sounds like a dream come true to most. Two brothers by your side at all times, both are athletes, well built and popular.

No ships! everything is platonic, angst, this is very messy (bcus the internet kept cutting of since they were a thunderstrom) so i apologize for that, isekai'd reader!

Credits to the owners of the dividers! this fanfic style is from @chateaaa

Note : reader is a year younger than rin.

Isn't that reality sounds amazing? the youngest itoshi sibling in the family, but what they didn't know was that you were isekai'd to this reality.

You were a genius in your previous life, a prodigy, someone who invented a gadget that change the course of humanity.

𝐀 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞…

But before you could ever finish the last few pieces of the machine, you were poisoned by your very own lover...

"What have you done..!?" you choked out holding your neck, as your mouth began to foam.

"It's just business, love" your lover... no the person who betrayed you said in a calm voice.

"but don't worry your invention won't to go waste" you saw their wicked smirk, but before you ever replied the poison started to take its course.

You felt your insides burning up, it was worse than you having your period. It hurts like hell... You succumbed little by little to the darkness and passed at only the age of 27 by your very own lover.

You felt yourself falling and there seem to have to end.

The experience was like falling down a cliff, but what you see was all the memories you had in this life.

Hours have gone by, you were still falling down. until you finally felt stop with a loud thud.

After that was a long pause.

You tried to open your eyes to no avail, nothing seems to be in your control, your sight was pure darkness, yet you could still hear some soft murmurs.

Trying to scream but the only thing you heard was a loud cry of a baby, screaming again the ending was still the same, a loud cry of a baby.

Using your brain you figured you reincarnated as someone, but who...?

You stop trying to scream to try to figure out where were you.

"お兄ちゃん、妹また泣いてた..." said an familiar voice, wait was that itoshi rin from blue lock?

"それはあなたが彼女を間違って運ぶからです、リン" Said another voice which you recognize was sae itoshi.

Translation! : (i use google to translate it!)

"お兄ちゃん、妹また泣いてた" = "Brother, little sister was crying..."

"それはあなたが彼女を間違って運ぶからです、リン" = "Its because your holding her wrong, rin."

You left yourself leaving a spot and going to another, unlucky for you, in all of your experience of being a genius you have no clue what they were speaking.

You felt yourself being rock in one's arm which you assume was sae's, and began to sleep.

Timeskip to where you were 10 years old!

You finally got to learn Japanese while also started to learn your native language on the side.

Sae's is leaving for Spain, you and your brothers got along well you still hid the fact you were isekai'd to this universe very well.

Other than skipping a grade or two... You couldn't hide the fact you were more intelligence than the rest of the pupils. Due to this you were enrolled in a special education school for prodigies such as your self once you finish with elementary.

You are currently in your last year of elementary, next year you will start junior high.

You obviously took advantage of the fact you were in an anime/manga you watch/read.

Since the series of the blue lock ended a long time ago, you re-read the manga and re-watch the anime. Looks like being fan of blue lock really paid off.

You easily won their favors, that made them involved you in parts that the series didn't mention. You played your cards carefully to not affect the main storyline, or else the Butterfly effect will happen

If you are not familiar with the butterfly effect : is it basically when you disrupt the plot, may it be the reader getting together with one of the main characters, that will end up in having a timeline not included in the previous plot.

Standing at the airport as you see sae wave goodbye with a smile not daring to speak.

"Good luck, sae!" mrs. itoshi said as she smiled.

"Take care of your health!" you hear mr. itoshi said.

Looking to your side you saw rin with a neutral expression that turned into happy expression you re-call his words and repeated in your head.

"Nii-chan, Have a safe trip!" you hear rin said with a smile, but surprisingly you heard something that wasn't added in the manga.

"Me and sis will be waiting for your return" you stood there looking dumb founded. something like that will cause something that wasn't in the manga.

"yeah yeah i know, see ya." you hear sae say, "Im off to be the best in the world." sae added and you stay silent.

Trying your best to stay happy you wave goodbye to his leaving figure. You know well that as small as a sentence that may disturb the plot and change the course.

As you guys start heading back to the vehicle, you were silently wondering what to do now. You were spending too much time with them, you know well small problems with end up being messy for you to clean up once you leave it alone.

You just hope that that this butterfly effect won't affect the storyline.

Rin called out to you loudly "(reader)! what lukewarm thing are you thinking now?" you stop daydreaming and look to his direction.

He added once he realizes you noticed him. "Stop standing there and just get inside the car"

You nodded and started to to enter the car, trying to relax your mind by talking with rin for the majority of the ride back home.

At least that cleared your mind up for a while.

You can't help but remember what happened to sae when he was in Spain whenever rin mention him. poor dude. You wanted to warn him but that might end up disturb the his character development.

4 years have passed since sae left for spain.

Not much have change, rin was still practicing his football to be the best in the world with his brother.

The relationship between you and his improve over football since you have some small but effective tips to help him improve his skills... Right? your quite sure that you hadn't change the plot.

You were a good sister, you tried your best. So why...?

.

Mrs. Itoshi ask you to get rin since it was getting late, getting your jacket since it was winter. You wondered if this time will be the day sae will come back from spain.

You doubt as you opened the front door and started walking. You thought many times before that sae will come back, but it was just a false alarm so you try to not involve yourself this time of month.

Step...

Step..

Step.

'Oh, its snowing. didn't see this on the news' You thought as you started walking faster.

Observing the place you were walking at, 'peace' something you hadn't have in your previous life all you did was work work work...

You always to make the best version of humanity, neglecting yourself all for the sake to make humanity one step closer to being in the most advance era.

Looking back, you noticed how dumb but you were happy, right?. If you had a chance you'll go back and convince yourself to take a break every now and then.

Maybe because of that you wouldn't have died? Your mind wonder off... to the time you died, Oh yeah your time travel machine... you completely forgot that, maybe you can make here in this life.

Humming slightly you quit focusing in your previous life, this is a life that you can finally make the time-travel machine you'll always wanted. You instead started focusing to get to rin in time for dinner.

...

You finally reach your destination, seeing two figures. Your heart drop, is this actually happening? and your in the middle of it.

Trying to back away before they noticed you, sae noticed you and you froze. He approach you steadily taking note of your appreance.

Both of you were in a stalemate, you move one wrong move the plot might change all because of a Butterfly effect.

Playing dumb you greeted him with a smile, looking to the side

"Sae-nii, how are you, have you become the best in the world?" You asked taking in his expression, it was just like in the manga.

"No, not yet atleast" He gave a short response and was started to leave, but suddenly you felt this weird sensation. You couldn't seem to control your body anymore.

"Sae-nii have you done something?" You heard yourself question him but you already knew the answer.

"Hm, what to do mean?" sae asked trying to clarify your question

"What did you do with rin?" you clarified your question not trying to blow your cover.

"I gave him a reality check, he. is. weak. both mentally and physically"

You felt your body tense up, you seems to know what's gonna come out of your mouth, as you predicted you started defending him.

"what!? he just literally won a match-"

"The match was mediocre at best, it wasn't a competition." Sae added as he started to glare at you.

"But he still won!" you replied.

"Didn't you hear it (reader)? it was mediocre, even a kid in Germany can beat them." he continued speaking not letting you reply "Japan makes shit strikers, that's a fact"

"Rin and you could be the best in Japan, but face it, you both will never be the best in the world if you have the same mindset Japan has given you both." he gave a sigh and started talking again.

"You may think that your someone special in my life, but no your not. Your an eyesore, pathetic excuse of a sister."

"You don't even play football, your not worth anything, your useless, without football i can't believe your my sister i feel disgusted"

"thinking of you always makes me wanna vomit"

"Don't fucking contact me (reader)"

You start feeling yourself tear up but you manage stop yourself just in the nick of time, 'Is this what rin felt like after sae broke their dreams?'. This is a mess, you never thought your ever gonna felt this bad.

Looking at the side after sae left you saw rin still at the ground looking as traumatize as ever. You stared at him trying to think of a way to console him.

But before you could console him, he blew up like a bomb.

"I fucking knew it..." rin said clenching the ground beneath him, "You always felt weird, i didn't know what is it at first."

"But know that piece of shit opened my eyes, i know that feeling now. Disgust."

"Sae was right about one thing, your someone who disgust us both. I'm surprise that i didn't notice that feeling sooner"

"We're both weak and pathetic, but something is making us different from eachother" Rin said as he saw your shock expression.

"I don't revolve around peace like you do, i don't shut my room to study for some important science project for my elite school"

"I live for destruction, something you will never understand. I'm absolutely disgusted to call you my sister" Rin admitted all of this in a matter of minutes, leaving you more heartbroken than before.

.

You watch him stand up and leave you standing there.

Once he left your tears finally started forming, you could only do much by stopping your tears forming whilst rin was saying what he thought of you.

You clench your fist into a ball, feeling so much emotions at once. You wanted to punch the air but you might look crazy, you question yourself.

If this was all worth it, having yourself be beat down to a plump just because you decided to come and get rin.

You started regret going all the way here just to get rin, and now you got your heart-broken by two characters you read in the manga. How unlucky you are.

Getting betrayed once again. Not once but twice in a single night by two brothers. Getting up again you started to walk back to the place you call home.

1 year after than incident

You were not the once happy and bubbly person you were, you start questing yourself and not in a good and healthy way. their hurtful words clings to you like a bug.

You can't get rid of the fact they felt disgusted by your presence, you buried yourself in your schoolwork to skip a grade or two to go to collage.

Occasionally you will try to fix your relationship for the sake of the storyline (and your mental health). Sae just ignores for texts trying to re-connect, while rin just gave you the cold shoulder.

You tried one last time once rin had to leave for blue lock.

"uhm... hey rin?" you awkwardly called out to him as he was about to leave the house.

"What is it?" He asked not bothering to turn his head to look at you.

"I just wanna say goodbye... and good luck on your journey." You stated.

"Thanks i guess, well i got to get going now." He replied as he leaves.

Watching him leave without a second thought, today will be the start of the blue lock program. Almost 15 years you've been in this universe.

You mind starts to wonder off as you watch him walking towards the train station a few blocks away. You've been so focus on trying to mend that you started to neglect yourself again, the same mistake you made in your past life.

Thought after thought, you came to a decision to move on from them.

They didn't want you in their lives so you wouldn't push it any further, the easiest way to ignore them is to block them.

You're pretty sure that this decision was harsh, but it wasn't that harsh though when they said that winter night.

He was right you all just wanted peace.

You went inside the and quickly got inside your room, the decision you made might be irrational and might make you regret it later on.

But all you wanted now is a place where's there is peace, something that can later on give you happiness in this life.

Getting your phone you started to block all of the itoshi brothers media on all apps you know they had. It wasn't much so you manage to do it in a couple of minutes.

You let a sigh of relief, you know damn well you will regret it near future.

...

You saved up for you collage to go study abroad in your country before this. It took awhile but at least you got a scholar, you really didn't care what they think you since you were finally free.

You manage to make the time machine here in this life at age 23, even if you died atleast your name will be remembered on through generations as being the "lady who surpass humanity's limits"

i lost motivation here, and i cried while making the angst frfr

I forgot to add this but the poison reader consume was a poison that was makes the reader bloom. Or well throw up flowers, the pain you felt in your stomach was the flowers blooming.

Thats why the divider was a flower :D

Wsup! its the creator <3 the person that send the request didn't specifically said the ending for this amazing plot, so its decision as you the reader to carve your own path! You may or not forgive them both or one sibling, this was such a joy to make You can 100% reblog this and make your own ending, i would love to see your pov :D

[tumb1rprincess]

SCREAMING CRYING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AT THE NEW HELLUVA BOSS EPISODE OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

Sorry, had to get that out of the way first. God, what an amazing, funny, beautiful finale. Highlights for me:

Blitz being so fucking tender with Stolas. Trying to help him adjust to his new situation, trying to make him happy, comforting him whenever he can. Oh, it was so sweet.

So many moments made me laugh. The call about the extended pony warranty, Stolas failing to flip over the desk, Andrealphus's insults to Stolas getting bleeped out, oh, I laughed so much.

VIA SONG, VIA SONG, VIA SONG! Oh, the poor baby. We know why she's feeling the way she is, but it still hurts. Her thinking she’s the reason Stolas was depressed and needs pills, oh, that was just so sad. She doesn’t realize that Stolas stayed because he loves her, not out of obligation. And Stolas weeping after she left was just heartbreaking. Although her destroying Andrealphus’s dragon was fucking great. She may hate Stolas, but she doesn’t exactly like Andrealphus either.

Stolas seeing himself in the cheating husband that woman wanted killed, Blitz getting sad at seeing how happy the family is and imagining them as himself, Stolas, Loona, and Via. Oh I hope they get to be a family someday.

Literally screamed when Andrealphus summoned a dragon and Blitz was riding Loona like a horse, holding a lance like a knight. It was literally like a fairytale, the knight battling the dragon to save the prince. And that kiss after Blitz saves Stolas, easily one of the most romantic moments in the series.

The ending, THE ENDING! Stolas looking shell shocked after what happened with Via, people at the party trying to include him, Millie finding out she's pregnant, Blitz getting up on the railing and dancing with Stolas. And even though Stolas is kind of happy right now, he's not going to get over Octavia like that. He's going to be carrying that grief with him, and I think Blitz is going to feel like Stolas's life got ruined because of him. He's taking care of him and defending him for now, but I feel like that's something him and Stolas have to talk about eventually. They still have a ways to go with their relationship. And Millie seemed very distraught over finding out she was pregnant. Is it because she can't work if she has a kid? Or is she worried she and Moxxie would have to give up their jobs because it's pretty dangerous and they don't want their kid to lose their parents? Or maybe it's just the unexpectedness of it all, I don't know. Hopefully, we'll get some more light shed on that next season.

[madness-combat-confessions]

Whenever I see that Hank plushie I always scream with excitement and jump and giggle like a little kid when their mom gets them the candy they begged for. Seeing them makes me feel happy in my depressed days. I could literally be feeling emotionally exhausted but the moment I see the Hank plushie my face imidiently lifts up and my emotions brighten up. But then I remember that I don't have it and that I'll probably never ever get it and my good mood imidiently gets ruined and I go back to my depression hours™ but worse. And when I see people post with their Hank plushie I get SO JEALOUS and MAD that my eyes turn red and I start TWEAKING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH screaming HOW UNFAIR it is that THEY have a Hank plushie BUT I DON'T, I start throwing a tantrum exactly the same baby me did that kept my mom awake at night for days and then cry myself to sleep

And then when I wake up I remember the fact that I still don't have the Hank plushie and proceed to spend the rest of my day fucking miserable like how I am in school, because it's soosoosoooooooo unfair I want the Hank plushie I want it I want them why cant I have it I want it so I can cuddle with it when I go to bed I want it so I can take it to the hell I call school and have something as emotional support to help get me through those rough hours I want to put him in a microwave and throw it in my walls, I wamt to take care of it like it's my child but I can't because I don't have it and that's so unfair😞😞

Sight...I wish Hank J Wimbleton was real💔💔

[azucar-skull]

I am foaming at the mouth I need to rant about something in Feral Casey AU.

Okay so Usagi and Hana.

Usagi and Hana are the Henry and Sam of FCAU. Quite literally if you have seen TLOU HBO series. This wasn't my intention though.

I know I wanted one of the main cast to be deaf, a challenge to better myself in representation. And originally, I chose Usagi.

It was gonna be so cute. Usagi getting caught in an explosion to save Hana and then the two end up needing to rely on each other. Usagi needed her ears, and Hana needed his protection and guidance.

Then Leo and Usagi would be the ultimate disabled couple with Leo being an amputee. And they would be so fucking cute together and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--

But there was a problem.

Hana didn't have a personality.

At the time, her only personality trait was that she was dependent on Usagi and then ultimately became a rude character that I didn't want her to be. I tried to twist it as her overcoming ableism but nothing worked out.

After much debate, I made Hana the deaf character to fix her personality.

I'm not saying being deaf is a personality trait. But Hana being deaf brought out a better personality within her.

Now I have a little girl who becomes deaf in the crossfire of an explosion and her personality takes a turn. She is scared, she is lost, and she needs Usagi to be her shield. Once they finally find the Resistance and Casey Jr taught her sign language, she became more independent.

Because she had hearing beforehand, she knows of a life where sound meant something to her. And she wants it back more than anything. She gets cochlear implants and wears them all the time. Usagi is happy for her.

But then things come up. Noises became too much, she starts getting headaches, the implants become uncomfortable since she wears them ALL DAY.

She refuses to put them on one day and this is Usagi and Hana’s first fight of many.

Now, don't get me wrong, Usagi wants to be a good brother. Truly. But he doesn't understand Hana’s situation. He just assumes at first.

In this fight, Usagi and Hana go back and forth about needing the implants until Hana manages to sign why she hates them. Usagi negotiates a compromise, asking her to wear them when they are outside. The outside contains Kraang and gunfire and other things that you need to listen out for. Hana agrees.

But then things get worse.

Her hearing becomes more and more damaged and the implants needed to get upgraded again and again. She still finds them uncomfortable to wear, still gets headaches when she wears them, voices become harder to understand, and implants are very hard to come by in the apocalypse.

So one day, when she and the others are meant to be going out, she refused to wear them. Usagi and Hana fight again.

Usagi wants to keep her safe, you know? He means well. But Hana was just not having it. Her anger bubbles over as she aggressively signs her thoughts until her hands stopped making sense.

And then all she could do was scream.

Then she broke down crying.

The siblings never fought again after that. Usagi finally breaks out of his audism mindset and learns to support Hana’s choices no matter what.

We get to watch a character go from a scared, shy, dependant child turn into a stubborn-headed, strong, independent girl through the journey of accepting Deafness. This is a journey I have been building since the idea for FCAU started and I am grateful to have the support of my ASL professor (who is Deaf) who caught me drawing sketches of Hana and became invested in helping me.

And there is a reason why Usagi is so keen on his ways but I don't wanna spoil it yet. TLDR, it has to do with depression and shit. It's a whole thing that we'll get into later.

BUT THAT'S NOT ALL.

Without spoiling too much, there's going to be a particular episode about 1/4 way through the story involving Usagi and Hana’s relationship and uhh let's just say it'll make you cry.

Usagi proves himself as the loving brother that will do anything for his sister and puts her above all else.

As Hana faces a great fear that she is no longer afraid off because she knows she can handle it and knows who got her back.

Okay rant over, I am satisfied. I'm going to bed.

[whyareyouhere66]

TV - Mighty Ducks x GN Reader

“Don’t know where you are right now…did you see me on TV?”

“Maybe I, maybe I, maybe I’m the problem…”

-TV, Billie Eillish 2022

Mighty Ducks 3/Adam Banks x GN Reader

Fem or Male, I imagined it as Male but it works either way. Y/n’s sport is not specified either.

Warnings: Angst, jealousy/comparing yourself, implications of depression, might sound a bit dramatic and kinda me projecting just a wee bit , and no real implications of romance.

3-8

The other team was up by 5 points, and the score board only 3 minutes to sounding. I could see people rushing around me, eyes trained on the ball. But I was just too tired to move my legs. 

My mind was swimming, the people sat on the bleachers were screaming into my ear like fuzzy, TV static. But my brain dampened the noise, putting a soggy blanket over my ears. My eyelids were heavy, and the rim of my eyes were feeling warm and heavy like I was gonna cry;  but I wasn’t crying. 

People whiz past me again, and I turn and try pushing myself to follow them. They were getting too close to the goal; I saw them rushing towards it. But for some reason my dampened ears and brain weren’t letting me comprehend what was truly happening, only faintly reminding me that some of the staticky-screams were from my teammates yelling at me. 

The buzzer blares, overlapping with the ‘end of game’ alarm that sounds right after it and I feel my shoulders slump. 

3-9.

Next to me there’s grumbling, a few mutters to “go after it next time” as my teammates go past me. To think I’m the captain, absolute shit. 

Their condescending tones and energy are enough to shove me away, stumbling over my feet as I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe I was crying, maybe that’s why the ground below me felt so unstable and blurry. 

I walk over the the sidelines with my head hanging low and fists clenched as one thought echoes through me;

I want to go home. 

The air in the locker room was suffocating, coach’s after-game talk doing nothing more than stirring the annoyance everyone felt. His words felt like lukewarm water against my fizzling ears, skin melting away like foam. It felt as if every look, word, glance was pointed towards me, and the ‘C’ on my jacket burning until I felt I needed to cover it; hide it away from them all in shame. 

No one spoke to me when we all poured out into the afternoon’s air, the near-empty parking lot giving plenty of space for me to duck into my car without speaking a word. 

****

“The Eden Hall Warriors, though nicknamed the “Mighty Ducks” are on the ice again as they face their neighboring school, the Brookefield Bears…” 

The TV echoes through the living room, only a portion of the screen visible to my eye as i sink further and further into the cushions of the couch. 

Scraps of food, left on my plate that now sits on the coffee table accompanied by a singular soda can. I wasn’t hungry enough to finish it.

“Player Adam Banks goes for the puck, with years of experience under his belt! Oh and boy is it showing tonight, with a slick pass to Conway…”

The familiar name makes me narrow my eyes at the tv screen, thinking back to that name. 

Adam Banks. 

I knew him, once. Back in elementary school we’d all gather together on the playground to play whatever game was most “popular” at the time. 

It’s a weird feeling, seeing this random boy from years ago suddenly on television. 

He was always talented, passionate. Sometimes I wonder if he’d recognize me, on the slight chance we’d ever see each other again. I mean, it’s not like we were best friends or anything, but when he seems to be on television as often as he is it’s hard not to think back on him. 

My head was still cloudy, from todays events. Seeing the Ducks, how they so easily glide across the ice in such a synchronized manner it really makes me wonder - what the hell have I been doing?

Todays game was not unique, the flaws to our skills showing with ease. 

What was he doing right, that I wasn’t?

I sit up, shakily moving my head away from the scratchy pillows as I analyze the game through the TV. 

It’s always easy to compare yourself to someone. Just a quick thought, able to bring all sorts of insecurities that you hadn’t thought of before. 

I never thought I’d be sitting here, in this dark, depressing living room comparing my skills to Adam Banks of all people. 

Though maybe it wasn’t all about skills. 

Maybe it was the fact that someone my age, from my town, could’ve evolved into this successful athlete in just a few years while I had no choice but to watch. 

Maybe I should be happy for him- he was always nice to me, after all. But then again comparisons are just so much easier for the envious, greedy bystanders like me. 

How does high school hockey even end up on the television? What channel am I on again?

‘-it goes in! Another point for the Ducks-‘

I groan, letting my head fall back and rest on the couch’s back. I crane my neck to look at the ceiling, unmoving fan casting a shadow on the plain white area. The announcer’s voice pricks my ears, as I try blocking him out to think. 

But as hard as I tried, the thoughts had more static to them than the TV itself. And so I tried to stop, but it didn’t go away. 

A mix of comparisons, jealousy, images from sports fails bounce around in my head until they overlapped in the most obnoxious way possible. 

That damn announcer’s voice screamed, echoing in the back of my head like a bad song being repeated over and over. 

“Oh, shut up…” I groan, hitting my hand against the pillow as a wave of exhaustion washes over me.

The thoughts fade in and out, volume turning up and down, up and down, like an echo.

 “Banks steals the puck, bringing it back up towards Brookefield’s goal-!”

God, could this guys voice be any higher in pitch…

“Mendoza follows up, he’s got the puck now!”

“He’s going for it!”

I flinch as the buzzer goes off, echoing through the speakers and wafting through the living room. 

“And there it is, folks! Yet anoth….

I roll over onto my side, loosely hugging myself as my fists unclench and my eyes squeeze shut once more.

I could hear the announcer rambling off into the microphone, people on the bleachers going wild in the background. 

It was so loud.

“Maybe I’m the problem…”

.

I let the remark hang in the room for another moment, all my thoughts suddenly going quiet. It felt like a sort of confirmation, in a way. Something agreeing with me- yes, you are, the problem.

I slowly open my eyes, letting them wander towards the screen. Hockey players in red jersey’s celebrating, skating laps around the rink. Of course. 

I move my gaze back to the scratchy pillows and couch cushions.

Maybe I was just being dramatic. After all, that is what it felt like. Such a small comparison to make, though it felt like hundreds of signs, just pointing at me. 

One final, sour laugh escapes my throat, before disappearing. “‘M definitely the problem…”

[goofyahhhhwriter]

Y/n: Why the fuck is Sasha crawling on the ceiling like something out of a horror movie?

Mikasa: Someone stole her potato.

Y/n: Okay, but that doesn’t explain why Connie is foaming from the mouth and spazzing out on the floor.

Mikasa: Connie was the one who stole her potato.

Y/n: Oh! Did Floch also steal one of her potatoes then?

*Points at Floch struggling to breath while on the ground*

Mikasa: No. Floch was just being annoying so I crushed his windpipe.

Y/n: ohhh…

———

*during sparing*

Renier: Now it’s your turn to be the villain.

Eren: And I took that personally.

————

Y/n: What are some weird things you guys ate as babies?

Eren: Newspaper.

Jean: I ate grass.

Connie: Crayons for me.

Armin: I used to chew on shoelaces.

Sasha: Wait… those are weird things to eat?

————

Connie(screaming at Eren in spanish): ¡ESTÁS MALDITO IDIOTA!

Eren: SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT HE’S SAYING!

Connie: ¡TE VOY A MATAR Y LUEGO ME VOY A FOLLAR A TU MADRE!

Eren: I DON’T SPEAK TACO BELL!

————

Connie(to Sasha): When I first met you, I thought you were a idiot and a loser.

Sasha: And?

Connie: I was right.

————

Renier: You ever wonder if life is worth it?

Pieck: Yeah. Every time I wake up.

Connie: ha! Look at these depressed idiots!

Y/n: Connie, babe, I found a scrunched up suicide note in your room the other day.

Eren: What did the note say?

Y/n: I don’t know. I couldn’t read it because Connie has the handwriting of a toddler, but I did make out the words “Crying” and “Slay” in what I think was the same sentence, so I just assumed it was a suicide note.

————

Eren: The fuck kinda last name is Kirstein?

Jean: Well it looks like your sister really liked it, because she took it.

Connie & Sasha(In the background): OHHHH!!! DAMNNN!!! HE GOT YO ASS, JEAGER

————

[fantasyideas1]

quotes almat

beautiful to tears, silence and dominance of your beauty in my heart, the sweet and juicy temptation of tenderness, inevitably falls in love, it is impossible to get enough of your infinite beauty, eternity and infinity are not enough, every second the dependence on love is getting sweeter, the passion is getting stronger, your beauty seems to be dancing on the pole of my penis, brutal hard on your beauty, aggressively sexy, passionately attracted, too juicy, stands firmly, I want it for sure, jokes You love mango, I love manga Tusnyak, depressive, dull, rotten, baby, I'm a vulgar, I asked him not to invite Some creepy guy was staring all night yesterday, now the lights are off in his window, and suddenly he looks at me and jerks off with the lights off I never understood his performance ballet with a chainsaw and logs Yes, what is consensus, no, not air conditioning, no, not a pastry shop You ran after me with an ax, then you found and fucked me, before it was funny, fun, exciting, but now it’s somehow boring, you need to come up with a new role-playing sex game Eggs board the ship, open the lock of the anus, bbw in foil says it's me board the ship He doesn't change his image, disco porn movie Roast poop, fry, fry poop, roast her poop hard, it's lube, it's about anal sex Yes, the back of his head looks like a butt, as you say, two assholes My name is Zhiber, I thought it was a French name, translated from the Kazakh language it translates to let go, you slept with me now you want me to let you go Books in wrapping paper, books in prizes, as if no one has read, you open like an unboxing virgin He's the size of a giant creature, he's bigger than the city, he puts women on his dick, looks at the ugly one, shows what will do, he killed my wife I'm free from alimony, maybe he will kill the lawyer woman who robbed me, ai almost caught, about a hundred dead women on his cock, he asks for something tasty Kids run after the ice cream truck like rottweilers You need to speak out, talk heart to heart, open your soul, where is my can opener, not literally In short, I watched so many vids, it's called dreams, my son is lagging behind in development How to deal with insomnia, no hit yourself with a dumbbell, it's bad for your health He was bitten by a squirrel, his two front teeth grew like a vampire, he mumbled something about nuts, he did not successfully fall from a tree, rest in peace squirrel At a meeting with ex-wife and her female lawyer, husband screams for help for help raped, wife responds I hope you got anal lube for your wallet, you brought your legal bouncer The guy is shaking his chest, po ugaraka po ugaraka, cha cha cha, cha cha cha tyaf Her pussy is all flowing and foaming from the guy in the series, it is all flowing from below and from the eyes, girls love love series, he seems to masturbate her eyes and pussy with his appearance so that she would cry for him from above and below Will he ever fall in love again when Cupid kicks in the balls Cupid buy my don, greedy love This three-story guy is after her again, when he lifts her in his arms, her nose bleeds from the height It was you who scratched your nipple, then stimulated, then spanked, for him, scabies is like masturbation Your dick is staring at her, sticking out and wrinkling with love, you aimed your dick

Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

[yoongiblunt]

I got to see pierce the veil AND the used on Wednesday!!!

I waited 15 years to see the used after finding them on my dads work music hard drive from the club (that’s how I found mcr and most other shit I ended up being about when I was like, 8) and the fact that I was in the same room as Bert? Feral. Insane. Bonkers. There really aren’t words. The whole time I was thinking back to those YouTube fanfics of him and Gerard— which is hilarious bc I’m nearly 24 now. I held up a little thing on my phone that said “bert made me gay” and the man took one at it and gave me the stupidest smile and tapped his temple before pointing in my direction and laughing. He all but called me a fag then and there lmaooooo. A lot of the crowd wasn’t there for the used, which is real. Most of them were 16ish. But I was close enough to the stage that me absolutely foaming at the mouth and screaming every single word to their songs was definitely noticeable. Bert stayed very close to our end of the stage for most of the show.

And pierce the veil was surreal. I waited 12 years to see them. I remember sh’ing and crying and listening to them when my parents fought, which is wildly depressing, but that was my sense of control then. I remember staying up waiting for king for a day and a love like war to premiere. I remember drawing fanart of myself and Vic meeting at concerts like warped. I was prevalent enough in the quotev ffc that someone actually wrote a fic about Jaime and I having crushes on each other while both our bands played warped tour and there was this cute little scene where Vic and I were chatting while sitting in lawn chairs outside of our busses while drinking coronas??? He told me that Jaime had a crush on me and then in that same setting later in the fic Jaime and I had a smooch. It’s wild that it’s been so many years and these artists still have this impact on me??? I was literally sobbing during hold on til may and all of my friends were trying so hard to get him to pull me up on stage. He didn’t, but this girl Jessica did get pulled up and she was shaking and crying and he was holding her shoulder very carefully while their foreheads were pressed together and he sang to her. Then he gave her his guitar. It was almost made up feeling the way that they were all in front of me. I swooned over Tony hard.

I did take huge issue with the people that were in the crowd though. Without asking, boyfriends were moving their girlfriends in front of me or big groups of people were trying to elbow threw, as if I didn’t want to be there just as badly as I did. I got to the venue at Fuckin 1:15 and the show wasn’t until 5:30. The Fillmore was dogshit at setting up a line though and hadn’t even put out the gates or anything. So we had been waiting out on the steps just for them to fuck the line up so badly that people who got there at 5 were running and surging to the front.

I remember I had a little thing on my phone that was like “Tony toss me a pick” and my friend even caught him throwing them my direction on camera after I yelled his name just for this tiktoker to grab all of them and shove them in her pocket. It was obvious who they were meant for.

I tried rlly hard to not be annoyed by those things though, because it was such an important show for me.

I’m finally making baby key happy. I’m making my inner child happy. I’m experiencing things I never got to as a kid. I didn’t go to concerts or express myself. Now I’m becoming the person I want to be and doing the things I want to do.

Danielle was walking in and out of the venue and I wanted so badly to say hey to her and ask her about the baby but I didn’t want the crowd to notice her and swarm so I just stayed still. Anthony Tran came and took pictures of the people next to me and it was obvious they didn’t realize who he was either. So I stayed quiet. But inside I was losing my Fuckin mind.

We also accidentally parked right next to ptv’s bus??? It wasn’t like, intentional. We managed to find really good venue side parking and we kind of debated on whose bus that would even be because there were 4 of them but we didn’t linger. After the show I noticed a little crowd and I wanted to hang around but I was also trying to figure out where my friend was, so not 10 feet away from me the crowd of like 6 people walks away and I figure security told em to fuck off. Turns out Vic popped out and hung out with them for a sec. Right beside me. And I didn’t notice. But my hair is the absurdly bright red so I’m sure he saw me. I cannot bELIEVE

Anyway, it took everything in me to not buy tickets to see them in Atlanta on Tuesday just bc I am still not over this show. I am thinking about trying to see them in Texas though if money permits

[alyosiuscreightonward]

Dear Diary.

Well it happened as I predicted. 5-0 showed up and they scattered in the wind.

Let’s start with some facts about this. First was Benitez. I know she probably, most likely, provoked him and she then became a “victim” of domestic violence. That was September 2020. I’m not sure what exactly happened but Benitez has not been seen nor heard from since then.

I thought she was doing well enough for a child of emotional and verbal abuse from her parents. They a mess.

Then she meets this current Hobosexual (a literal Hobo who she has sex with), he’ll be referred to as Moray (slippery as an eel).

I’m not sure how long they were going on about their lives, but it came to a head. They had been bickering for some time and as usual she went there with him and probably, most likely, used a few choice words and phrases that set him off. Outside of a local coffee shop, as she was on a FaceTime call with her mother talking about her father’s death and the details of the funeral.

He flipped the fuck out and proceeded to pummel her. He then went to her car and busted out all six windows on her car. She called me and I came to her rescue. I couldn’t believe how she resolved and the funeral went off without a hitch. I later learned that she had gone to 5-0 and shit went down. The end result was Moray went to jail. So, I thought it was all good in the hood. Moray then wrote her a letter saying that he was “sorry” and lots of “apologies.” She was on speaker with another person and the three of discussed it and I said, “Fuck NO!!”

Having been in a emotionally abusive relationship, nope. My Ex, he’s dead and he told everyone that I was the impetus of his ill health. Like I caused him to be diagnosed with atrial fibrillation and he eventually had a pacemaker inserted. When I did leave him, he then was diagnosed with diabetes, sleep apnea and a myriad of other issues, but I was the sole reason he was in poor health. As if I was Samantha Stevens and I could crinkle my nose and POOF! Oh. Child. Please. Take several seats. Though in retrospect, I was to be Jeannie and call him, “Master.” Again. OCP. Excuse me, but exactly who has that kind of power?

I have a certain empathy streak in me where I absorb other people’s energy and on top of that I’m a person who has been diagnosed with Bipolar Depression, Anxiety and I have severe bouts of Hypomania. I can go from being a nice normal person to a person who can verbally abuse someone else to the point where they are crying and then I’ll be crying a moment later and then I wallow in my feelings for days. It can get pretty bad sometimes where I can lose weight, between five to ten pounds, without batting an eye. It has gotten really bad that I end up living in a landfill. I mean that in all its connotations.

I learned that Moray had access to an iPad which was provided to him by the Department of Corrections. He used that device to talk to her. I was so fucking appalled and disappointed, furious…

(sorry but I got distracted and eventually went to bed)

What happened next? The day he was released from jail, she was there to bring him back to our home. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??!!

I made a point to express myself. I told my truth.

(sorry got distracted)

I said very succinctly that I was in fear. Living in fear. It’s bad. I’d go to bed fully dressed. Shoes, etc., all right there and ready to go at the same time. Blink your eyes and grab my shit, the dogs and I’m gone. Then I’d picture myself in the car, crying and driving away and blaming myself for everything. Though I know in my heart that I’m not the one who made this decision.

From what I understand it all started with a coffee order that was not correct. A pretentious order: half caff, 2 pumps, sugar free, no foam, hot with room. I mean, c’mon now. Keep it simple. Large Hot Extra Extra. Venti Latte. But I’m not that special.

When I got home, sniping, bickering and screaming. The next thing I saw was she was standing on the bed kicking him in the face. Both were saying, “It’s on video.”

FUCK!!! I just now learned that she may be bringing him back here.

[loosesodamarble]

SCREAMING AND CRYING AND FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND PUNCHING THE FREAKING HEAVENS! AKSHFAUHAIETHIUAEHT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I CANNOT TAKE THIS!

Fuegoleon is in panic mode because the world as he knows it is being threatened! His happy future with Solara and their kids is being threatened! Hope and joy and safety would be gone! KHGAEITUAEHT! AAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!

The way the prose shows his worry and fear. How he's so focused on making sure that Solara, in that moment, was alright! 😭

Laura, girl, why are you doing this to my heart?! 😭😭😭 KDAhiutahst! 😭

But then... Fuegoleon gives himself a moment to pause. To assess that Solara is alive by the feel of her mana. And he's considering the options, few though they may be. And he decides on something that he doesn't like. But it's the choice he feels is the best.

Staaaahhhhhpt! Stop is with the soft fluffy imagery! Of the things Fue is trying to protect! IT MAKES IT HARDER!/lh

And right when Fue enters, Solara is there, showing her own concern. Though it's a confused concern... Aaaaaahhhhh! 😰

Solara, honey, maybe you shouldn't know... The stress it would cause... Think of the babies...

Kfhaisurt! Fuegoleon thinking about his lowest moments. How there've been times, now including meeting Lucius, when Fue was unable to do anything. Hnnnnnggggghhhhh!

The place Fuegoleon goes to mentally... He's really out of it. But it's his mind finding a second of serenity because the choice he's making (though he's kinda making the choice for Solara too so... 😬) will keep her safe if all goes well.

It was pained, but in the decision, there was relief too.

STOP THAT! STOP THAT RIGHT NOW! 😭 I'm dying here, Laura! Kafhasiruth!

Even the kids are kicking and fighting the decision akdshasituhsrt! They're mad that daddy is telling them and mommy to go away! Hksjdhasiurthasrth!

LOVE DOESN'T NEED TO BE EARNED BUT THEY FOUGHT FOR IT! THEY HAVE IT AND YET IT'S BEING TAKEN AWAY! LUCIUS YOU OAEKLEAHTLILUEATHIEAHTIAEHT!

This conversation between Fue and Solara is gonna give me depression.../lh+j

a profound testimony of love and devotion ... was now a sick and twisted image of what it had been. The promise had taken a much uglier form.

Gotta love it with signs and promises of love get, in a way, corrupted like that. 😭 Shows that love can be as ugly and painful as it is beautiful and kind.

Solara's so conflicted right now... Sweetie... She wants to support Fuegoleon but she's got the twins to think of too!

It's cruel that the beautiful future that was so close to happening, one where Solara and Fuegoleon could raise their kids, be a family, together, is being robbed from them.

The chair imagery... Furniture functions as singular pieces but there's a reason there are such things as "furniture sets." There are things that are nicer and add to each other when put together. Partnership is not a completion of each other but a supplement to each other. Fuegoleon supplements Solara, and vice versa. But with fate - or more like Lucius - driving them apart, they will be apart. They're still their own people but without a supplement to add to their lives.

...

We get a quieter moment between the couple. There's no conversation, not a long one. But their exchange... Fuegoleon urging Solara to leave, that it's the only choice...

It's so somber... So hopeless... 😭

Chapter 49:  Lucius has returned, and brought upon the declaration of World’s End. What will Fuegoleon do? Will he try to convince Solara to go back to Thea so that she’d get to live, at least a little bit longer, or will they stay together, as a family, to withstand whatever may come?

Tag list: @succulentsunrise​ @loosesodamarble

Warnings: This series contains themes and topics some may find uncomfortable, and thus, reader discretion is advised. This chapter has a theme of approaching death, dwells in angst, as well as Solara’s pregnancy. It is a sad, sad chapter okay. 

Length: ~4.5k

Chapter 49: The liar

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[ieatsuffering]

‼️Ok so some obvious trigger warnings ahead‼️

❗️tw: Graphic depictions of suicide and death❗️

If you are struggling with this please seek help!

Suicide hotline: tel:+18002738255

So the game plan is to have an Mc with poor mental health, express their su*icidal thoughts to the Li’s, then get found unconscious from an ob, with both a good and bad end! I can do this!

**Lmao I’ve tried writing this for so long but I ran into some major writers block so all I could get out was Asra and Julian**

Asra

He knows somethings wrong, he can feel it with your shared heart

You’re just not your self, random fits of crying, spacing out constantly, not eat, spending whole days just laying in bed staring at the ceiling. Even the things you once loved bring you no joy.

It tears him apart to see you like this, an empty shell of who you used to be

He tries so hard to help you, to cheer you up and care for you, but nothing helps

He can feel your pain

One morning he lays with you in bed as you stare into nothingness. “How are you feeling today Mc, do you want to go for walk?”

“Asra...” you start to speak not looking at him “... I want to die...”

His blood runs cold

“I’m sorry Mc, I don’t think I heard you right...”

“Life just feels pointless, I’m done”

He can’t swallow the lump in his throat, his pulse is in his ears. This must be a bad dream

“I’m so sorry Mc...” he cries, it’s all he can do. Just hold you and cry

After you two manage to calm down and have a long talk he’s determined to heal you

He’s nose deep in spell books, never leaving you side desperately searching for something that may help you

Slowly with his support you start to do better, crying less, moving around more. Things start to go back to normal

Or so he thought

One night while he’s out visiting Muriel he suddenly feels this deep blinding pain in his heart.

“Friend?” Faust ask

Asra blots back to shop shop with heart in his throat runnings as fast as he can tripping over his own feet

“Mc!” He call your name as he busts through the shop door

When you don’t answer he freezes

Not again gods please no not again

Slower now he makes his way to your shared bedroom

There he finds you still and motionless on the your bed purple faces with foam bubbling out of you mouth clutching an empty bottle

Asra good ending

With out even thinking he rushes to your side pressing an ear to you chest, he almost breaks down when he hears the slow faint beat of your heart

He’s not too late

Asra springs into action pouring all of his magic into the most potent healing spell he knows

You jolt up right vomiting the potion as the magic forces you to purge it from your system

Both you and Asra are weak and shaking as you lay together

You’re barley conscious but alive

Once again you’re under asras constent watch however this time instead of trying to help you himself he reaches out to Nadia and Julian

With their help he’s able to get you on a medication for you’re mental health

Slowly but surely you start to be your best self again

Asra bad end

With out even thinking he rushes to your side pressing an ear to you chest, but there’s nothing. You’re pulse has stopped

He’s to late

He just lays there hoping you’re heart will start again

He’s in shock

How could this happen again he lost so much to have you back

He just lays there with you as your body grows cold

Until Faust leads Muriel leads to him holding your corpse

He won’t let you go he can’t. If he lets go you’re truly gone forever

Faust finds Nadia and Julian, it takes all of them to separate Asra from you

They all sit in the floor and hold him as guards come and take your body away for burial

Nadia makes sure you have a grand funeral, that you and Asra get the goodbye you deserve

He keeps up a strong front but Muriel knows, he won’t let Asra out of his sight

Between Muriel, his parents, Faust, and your friends everyone takes turns making sure Asra is never alone, no one wants to loose him too

He never truly heals always looking for someway he can give what’s left of his heart to have you back

Julian

He may ignore his problems but he’s very sensitive to others emotions

Between his own experience with depression and working with soldiers, he’s very informed on mental illnesses. PTSD, general anxiety disorder, depression, substance abuse... he’s seen it all

Out of everyone he knows how to help you the best

He’s seen suicide on countless occasions, he knows to signs

You haven’t expressed your suicidal thoughts to him yet, you don’t have to

He’s already watching you like a hawk, constantly by your side. When he can’t be with you he has people he trust watch you.

Of course he doesn’t tell them why just that your feeling down and he’s worried about leaving you alone

On day while he’s working at the clinic he has you spend the day at the palace which is usually the safest place for you between Nadia and Portia

Today however the palace was in chaos. Portia was running around as Nadia is in and out of meetings. You’ll be fine for a few minutes right?

Julian’s face looses it color as he starts to panic when neither Portia or Nadia know where you are when he goes to bring you home

The look on his face is all they need to know that something is gravely wrong

Nadia orders everyone in the palace to search for you and Portia follows with Julian as he runs through the halls screaming your name

Mercedes and Malachoir run up to him howling and crying. Portia tried to chase them off but they nip and bark at julians coat trying to get him to follow

The dogs lead him to a locked pantry in the kitchen

Portia turns to fetch the keys but Julian throughs himself at the door until he breaks it open

There he finds you laying on the pantry floor in a pool of blood with a knife you had grabbed from the kitchen

Julian good ending

He switches in to war surgeon mode rushing to your side to assess the wound on your arm

In truth it was really a pool of blood, but your life was still in danger as the deep gouge on your arm continued to spout blood

He rips his jacket into strips and calls to Portia to bring him wooden spoons for a make shift tourniquet

He uses the rest for the strips as a bandage your arm

He shouts orders to the servants to starilize a room and to fetch the things he needs to mend your arm

Even after he has your arm stitches up and is certain you’re not in any immediate danger , he stays calm and vigilant

Like a machine he cleans your wound, changes your bandages, and makes sure you don’t develop a fever

It isn’t until you come to that he let’s himself break down

He throughs himself around you holding you tight

He cries and screams in agony but also in relief. Heartbroken and furious that you would try to leave him but relived that this time he was there to save you

After this he never really trusts to leave you alone even years after when you’re healed he’ll still get anxious if he doesn’t know where you are

Julian bad end

He goes into war surgeon mode rushing to your side

He can tell it’s to late, he’s seen enough people bleed out in his life to know how much blood is too much

But he won’t let himself believe it. He was too busy the first time you died to save you he couldn’t let it happen again. He couldn’t loose you again because he couldn’t be bothered to care for you

Despite it being a hopeless effort he applies pressure to the gushing wound as your body grows cold

“Come on darling please you can’t leave me”

His hand are shacking covered in your blood

“Nononononono...please.... PLEASE... MC NO DONT LEAVE ME!”

Portia knees to his side placing a gentle hand in his shoulder, “Ilyushka, she’s gone”

He lets out a chocked sob holding your stiff body covered in you blood

He manages to stay strong just long enough to attend your funeral

But the moment they put the last bit of dirt on your grave he’s a wreck

He spends all day in bed and all night wasted getting into fights hoping someone and one will put him out of his misery

One night after getting into a fight with an especially rowdy thug he gets his wish

[seishirology]

Blue Lock as Types of Problematic babies I hate!!

missing kotaro + mamizuka twins are open :D honestly this was a weird one, it just came to me while I was thinking, and I really went, "wow- blue lock boys would totally be problematic babies-" WARNING ; there will be a lot of slander and what seems like hate speech but I'm just complaining about babies includes ; isagi, bachira, rin, nagi, shidou, sae + ego A/N ; these are my opinions only!! There's also ego up there cause he's more problematic then the actual blue lock boys. I also use the term "baby/babies" loosley, often using it interchangeably with toddler, so sorry about that masterlist

ISAGI YOICHI

I feel like isagi is that one baby that reaches out for someone else when he's handed to you

I hate babies like isagi

he's also the one that wakes up in the middle of the night, and ruins everything by crying

you can see it in his eyes when he cries he's doing it on purpose

but when he's not crying he's zoning out and it's the weirdest thing ever to witness

he's just sitting there drooling and his pupils are moving like chameleon eyes-

but he'd be a cute baby though

but changing his diaper often comes with a big surprise

I feel like he'd never poop his diaper-

like ever

but once his mom comes around or something the whole room stinks up so bad you could pass out

his baby rating is a 4/10 because he's cute but I like sleep more than babies like him

BACHIRA MEGURU

😐😶😐

even as a baby I feel like he'd be freaky

not in the dirty way, I just feel like he's the type to eat play-doh and actually like it

he "kind of" reminds me of Takuma Mamizuka

he's the type of kid to willingly go with a stranger for candy, completely forgetting all the warnings his mother's given him

bachira has probably never cried over dogs dying in movies as a child, he probably laughed it off or something

would totally hurt your feelings if you asked him about something, he's a child and ha no filter

wouldn't lie to you for candy, if you asked baby meguru to tell you if your dress was ugly he would tell you it's ugly if he thought so

standards are wayyy too high even though he's a child

the type to loudly judge a daycare's wall colour

doesn't let the babies sleep in their cribs, always bothering them

torn between wanting to become a painter like his mom or becoming a soccer player

always brings a ball to daycare and won't leave without it

not to make it depressing, but he probably sits alone in a corner holding his ball talking to the monster he plays with

8/10 I won't give him a ten because he doesn't sugarcoat words

ITOSHI RIN

man-

I don't want to deal with kids like him

"my brother's the best-" "my brother's the coolest!" "Your brother is lame! Mine's cool!"

I love my brother my ass

he never shuts up about his brother

whenever he opens his mouth you get the urge to staple his lips together to prevent him from talking ever again

really really cute though

his cheeks are so squishable they're like memory foam

but he always comes in wearing the ugliest clothes ever-

neon green shirt, blue jacket, and plaid shorts

dresses like he's from the 2000s and his parents just let him leave looking like a hot mess

hates daycare workers because they never want to listen to him talk about his brother

really hates the baby cribs because he's not allowed to sleep on them

really upset that he has to sleep on the floor mats instead of a dignified crib like the babies

2/10 he's cute, I love him, but -8 points for talking too much

NAGI SEISHIRO

um,,,,,no

can I reject babies like him???

literally the creepy babies who stare back at you whenever you're holding them

almost never cries because he's too dignified for it, but he screams a whole lot

always talking gibberish though, he acts like other people can understand him

gets really defensive if you talk about his mom at all near him

like you could just be there going, "wow his mom's pretty-" and he'll start yelling in baby talk at you

glares at daycare workers because he always hears them talking about his mom

really relaxed at home, you'd forget he was there if he didn't drool on the couch

falls asleep everywhere except at daycare

he goes to the daycare everyday but he still isn't used to it

thinks he has some type of superpower and brags to the other babies about it in baby talk

or so I assume

nagi's also seems like the type of baby to hate everyone equally, he has no favourite you're all the same

except his mom of course

7/10 because he won't let you talk about his mom

SHIDOU RYUSEI

I-

no thank you take him back

he's the scariest toddler you'll ever come across

bullies other kids at the daycare, one time tried to give a baby a papercut but it didn't work out and he was sent to the time out corner

I do feel like he's got good toddler mental health

doesn't let anybody step over him or the boundaries he's set for them specifically

hates everyone though, he doesn't like babies because they cry, teens and adults because they don't treat him equally, and other toddlers because he thinks they're ugly

really good sense of empathy though, and often consoles other children who cry despite him trying to give them papercuts all the time

sometimes just laughs out loud like a maniac by himself, but he only does it because he enjoys everyone's reactions

LOVES LOVES LOVES movies with guns and everything, he finds them really cool

shidou is also really good at remembering things that were done to him and holding grudges or favouring someone

what you do to him will be returned tenfold

cries whenever he gets shots and hates the dentist because when they scrape plaque off the back of his teeth his gums swell up

4.2/10 because I think he'd try to give me a papercut when we first meet or something not only that but if I accidentally hit him or what he'd probably hit back back with a chair or something like that

ITOSHI SAE

isn't much better than rin

"my brother scores better than you-" "you call that a goal? even my baby brother can do better!" "who taught you how to dribble? my brother's legs are short but they work better than yours!"

on a soccer team for young kids and can't stop comparing his teammates to rin

he's always talking about how his brother does better, is cuter, has squishy cheeks, is cute, is very adorable

sometimes when he looks at rin he bursts out crying because he's so cute and doesn't ever want him to grow up

loves his brother a lot, you could almost say his only reason for living is rin

it is unknown whether he loves rin or soccer more

doesn't like going to daycare but he tags along sometimes whenever he doesn't have to go to kindergarten

plays with rin and only rin everyone else can go,,,,,play

always complaining to his parents how they should stop going to the daycare because they're making rin sleep on the floor

can never say he hates rin

he's a very good talker for a child

knows how to get on everyone's good side

but avoids all adults and other children like they're the plague

sometimes he brings a soccer to daycare and plays with the other kids when rin asks

loves any daycare worker if they show the even the slightest interest in soccer

8.6/10 I would love a kid like him, but he should learn how to stfu about rin though -1.4 points because he sounds like a tiger parent and I can't deal with that rn

EGO

😐

no please not a problem child

he's that genius kid your parents are always comparing you to

never happy with his results

hates losing and will rub it in your face whenever he wins

literally doesn't let anyone else win

he's that kid that's more benevolent than adults

at family functions he's your little cousin who does so much better than you why can't you be like him

pitiful and I don't like to pity people

probably cries in the bathroom at daycare and stays in there for hours wondering if someone will notice he's gone

I would like to give him a hug

but he build walls that stretch longer than the great wall of china and are higher than the walls in aot

the kid you hate because he's better than you

I think he's hated for unjust reasons

the type of kid you only hate when you first meet him but once you get to know him you hate him even more but in an affectionate way if you understand

7.8/10 because he seems like a great kid, but I don't have the guts to get close to kids like him

I must say I enjoyed trash talking babies much more than I expected. But it slowly went from complaining straight up about babies to baby headcanons

[ahjustroza]

I saw a hc post abt how Last Legacy love interests react to MC actually going back to Earth,so can I ask some hcs abt this one? I'm curious of what you come up with!!

I actually made the same request to @lucigucci !!

For this ask, I had to play the entire game once again because I couldn't come up with anything. Hope you'll like it!

MC Going Back to Earth Headcanon

Warning: Sad feelings and pain...

Anisa

Before giving in to her emotions she will make sure to not miss anything important for your return to Earth

She'll check with important magical necessaries for the portal

Check if you have everything you would possibly need

If you ate well

Will check twice everything she prepared for you to take with you to remember her

She will also give you the Orlando postcard

It is important to her but also you two shared many memories together talking about Earth looking at the postcard

She knows when you visit Orlando you will remember her

After she is done with everything

The realization of you actually leaving her will hit her HARD

She knew you for only months but fell for you in a way with no return

You became her breath

The meaning, the cause she wanted to live further

The center of her life

Her priority

Her peace

Her shelter, and safe place

If only she could stay in your arms for a little longer...

If only she could find a way to see you again

The smell your scent while she buried her nose to your neck

To your hair...

She misses you always

Even for a couple of minutes without you within her eyesight makes her feel troubled

She misses you to death before even you leave her...

She will use all her strength to not cry in front of you

But the moment you hugged her and kissed her the last time she broke

She never struggled like this

Never felt hurt like this

The devs mentioned that each character will have multiple endings, so I headcanon two different happy endings in this situation

One is being Anisa letting you go while she stays in Astraea

She knows that she might not be able to fit in

You are people of two different worlds

Quite literally

And it shows

Anisa however will never love again after you

She will refuse every potential partner both in her romantic life or in her bed

She will confess her feelings for you and give you her hair ribbon as well as the most painfully mesmerizing kiss...

The other ending being Anisa leaving Astraea with you.

She is half-human and can tell people that her marks on her face are tattoos on Earth

She will see this as an opportunity to start a new life

Without the guilt of who her parents are and what they have done

Without the danger of magical monsters or assassins tracking her all around

She is smart, a quick learner, and curious about Earth

With your support, she can get used to life on Earth and get a job

I am thirsty for Anisa as a workout or martial art trainer

But I can also see her going to college and finish it quicker than expected to work in a school

Counselor Anisa

You two will travel the world together

No matter the lifestyle you live Anisa is happy

She doesn't need a lot of money

All she needs is you

Also another surprise, she doesn't miss Astraea one bit

You are what she calls home now.

Sage

I am a Sage hoe myself but I can't see him leave Astraea with you

He can't fit in to Earth

He has to be free and living on Earth means he has to follow so many rules that he struggles to understand

Also Sage will absolutely refuse to leave Tulsi behind

There are only two people he actually cares about in this world

You and Tulsi

You two are his family and home

He is a family guy

And oh my god does he want to make his family larger secretly

Sage is a character that struggles with emotional confessions

He is also a good liar

So even tho he wants a future with you

If you want children, raise your children together (adopted/surrogacy/biological/a found family...)

Finally settling down and actually live in a home

Sage will experience the feeling of home with you the first time

He never felt safer and not worried about being vulnerable to someone

Having family dinners, family meetings with auntie Tulsi...

Celebrating anniversaries

Getting yourselves in trouble and moving to a different town

Even though he would fight the gods themselves to have this future with you, he will not tell you to stay

He will not say anything at all

He'll watch you and make sure to prepare everything for your return

And to make sure of your security during the process

You will look into his eyes each passing hour, hoping him to say something

Anything

But he will not

He'll only give you his signature soft half-smile with tired eyes

He will drink the entire day before your depart

Spend the whole night with you

Watch you sleep

Memorize your face

Your body

Will listen to your breathing

He will take everything he can get to never forget you

Also, cry too

Silently

Without you noticing

Tears will fall down to the pillow one by one

He wants to scream and tell you to stay but he can't force you to do anything you don't want

Any word out of his mouth might make you change your mind and do the opposite of what you want to do

You have a family too and you have to see them

A life you have to return to...

So if you don't say that you want to stay he will stay silent forever

If you choose to leave, do give him something to remind him of you

A necklace? Your laser pointer? Your foam sword?

He will carry whatever you give him with him

Always

Until the day he dies

Let's say you gave him a necklace, anyone who knew you will feel the pain in Sage when they see him still wearing the necklace after all those years...

He will never love again. It was a one-time thing.

He will not open up to anyone

He will not let anyone see the real Sage the way you did

He might have bed partners but it is not emotional

He is in pain and will either drink or throw himself somewhere to spend the night without thinking anything

But that can only happen if he is too drunk to remember what happened the night before

If you choose to stay, he will feel relieved

Guilty too but mostly relieved

He will build the future he desires with you

But will also look for ways to make you visit Earth and come back

Felix

I don't think Felix can fit in the Earth either

He grew up as the Arcmage's son and spent all his life studying magic

He can't live in a world where magic doesn't exist

He can't live a lifestyle where he will have to learn everything anew

I just think he is too sensitive for our world.

But unlike Sage and Anisa, Felix will ask you to stay

He'll ask you to stay and live a crazy but full of love life with him

He'll promise to take care of you since he is filthy rich

Then admit his fears of losing another lover

If you decide to leave he will feel betrayed and abandoned at first

He'll cry, then disappear for a while, then appear and tell you that you gave him a lot of hope

And disappear once again

He'll get drunk and then cry loudly too...

After Rime, you taught him how to love again

You made him feel safe and supported

Accepted for who he is...

You taught him how to properly love someone

No toxicity

No lies

No rivalry

He only wants to sleep in a bed in your arms around him not wake up for years

The idea of you leaving him hurts like someone stabs a dagger into his heart

He'll start to believe that this is his cruel destiny

To be the one stays while the other leave

He wants to follow you but he knows he can't live with you on Earth

He couldn't even fit in his own house yet...

Once he cooled down he'll admit how important your life back at home to you

And how it is his fault to steal that life away from you by bringing you to Astraea

He will open the portal for you himself

He is not trusting anyone else for this work

Before you leave he will tell you that he loves you and promise to never forget you

Here comes the pain

But he might fall in love again after you

You will always have a different place in his heart and in his memories though!

Felix did try to bring someone he fell for back from death then fall in love with someone else

I just think he will be more flexible with what life brings in front of him

And get even more depressed with time...

If you accept his offer and choose to stay his eyes will see nothing but you from that day and forward

You are officially his spouse now, no ceremony necessary

You will go on the vacation you both need and deserve then get a house to live together

You two will be the scary power couple

People will talk about you two as "the small necromancer and his spouse- yes the spouse. They are the one that fought the Lord of Shadows and the undead Rime. I also heard they got a relic the moment they stepped on Astraea- I KNOW it is crazy..."

Felix will share everything he owns with you, even his thoughts

He is so open to you that he knows you understand him the best