#i wanna bleach my eyeballs

[thearchiver-spams]

Here a advice: Never watch The anime Sweet Punishment. If you don’t like that type of anime or don’t like the graphics this bitch had.

I honestly forgot about that anime and until I see the man guard Aki Myojin and I look him up…….

Mfer is bigger red flag then Reiji fucking Sakamaki from Diabolik lovers and Toji Fushiguro from JJK!

I hate that bitch and I wanna die bc I USED TO SIMP FOR HIM

@omniscxent @dxmoness listen to this advice please. So I can stop bullying Tsukii…for now…

[snekdood]

addictions are neutral. but my addiction to doomscrolling sure isnt good for me. esp since i dont really like being here much

[puroleine]

Whenever I see ai art I'm pretty sure my brain either

Dissociates

Shuts down completely

the ai art causes a trauma response that was created to protect me. From the ai art

And I don't know what's worse/funnier

[amorest-viesse]

[Rise and Shine] - Owen SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Chloe and Akira

Until This Sweet Spell Breaks - Chapter 1

[Castle of Tears]

Chloe: Hm, maybe I should hang the ribbons here… Or would the flowers look better.

Akira: I think that looks great! The light purple of the lavender goes really well with the carpeting.

That day, the Sage’s Wizards were undertaking a mission at the Castle of Tears.

Chloe and I were decorating the hall in preparation for the Ceremony of Blessings and Gratitude when a figure suddenly appeared before us.

Owen: Ugh, what a drag…

Akira: Owen.

Chloe: Oh Owen! Do you wanna join us?

Owen: In doing what?

Chloe: Decorating the castle of course! The ceremony is tomorrow, isn’t it?

Chloe: The Master Sage and I wanted to help out any way we could, even without magic.

Owen: What a waste of time. Why do all this when I could single-handedly bless this castle right now?

Owen: Take a look and see. <<Quare Morito>>

As Owen casually uttered his spell, a heavy gloom fell upon us.

[Screen fills with miasma]

An eerie chill crept up our spines as the world rapidly bleached of color.

Akira: Huh!? All the lavender is withering up…!

Chloe: Y- You’re right! And the carpet is melting into black sludge…

Chloe: Um, Owen? Are you sure this is a blessing!?

Owen: To me it is.

Owen: I wonder how that slumbering beast will feel waking up to this.

Akira: Probably not very happy…

Chloe: In any case, we need to turn things back! <<Suispicibo Voitingoc>>!

Chloe: Oh, nothing changed…

Chloe: But we gotta do something or the walls are next! One more time…

Owen: Ahaha! Do you really think you stand a chance against my magic?

Owen: <<Cur Memini>>

[Miasma disappears]

Akira: Ah…

Chloe: Everything’s back to normal… What a relief.

Owen: It was always normal. The Master Sage aside, you couldn’t see through such a simple illusion?

Chloe: An illusion…? You mean all that withering and sludge stuff was fake?

Akira: I completely fell for it… It all seemed so real.

Owen: Hehe. Of course it did.

Chloe: Owen…

Owen: Aww, did I make you mad? Are you going to cry? Rage over how pathetically weak you are?

Chloe: Not at all! I was actually struck by how amazing you are!

Owen: What.

Chloe: I was totally convinced the castle was crumbling to pieces. It was terrifying!

Chloe: You’re so good at everything, Owen. I bet if you really blessed this castle, you could put that witch to rest for the next few centuries!

Owen: Hmph… As if I’d do something like that. I only care for torment and chaos.

Owen: What good is attending a ceremony when I could be spreading curses and misfortune?

Chloe: Ok, but don’t you ever get in a party mood?

Chloe: Like, you wanna get all dressed up and wear cute accessories for a special occasion?

Until This Sweet Spell Breaks - Chapter 2

Owen: What are you going on about… How annoying.

Akira: (Is Chloe trying to convince Owen to join tomorrow’s ceremony…?)

Akira: (Actually, knowing him, he probably just wants to play dress-up, but this could be my chance…!)

Akira: Yeah, there’s nothing like looking your best! It really makes you want to get out there and put some good in the world.

Chloe: Right!? You already look great in that outfit, but what if we made you look even better?

Owen: …Hmph.

Owen: Fine, you can try your luck, but I doubt you’ll change my mind.

Owen: I’ve nothing better to do anyways.

Akira & Chloe: Hooray!

Chloe: Alrighty then… <<Suispicibo Voitingoc>>!

As Chloe cast his spell, an assortment of accessories appeared out of thin air including golden buttons, ribbons, red and blue brooches, and lace.

Chloe: Okay, what do you think of this ribbon? The color is so chic right, and it’d be just perfect on you.

Akira: Oh, what about these fake nails? Your hands are really pretty after all.

Owen: I like this one. Its color reminds me of festering meat. And that one looks like a melted eyeball.

Crossing his legs, Owen sat down between us in the hall as we fired suggestions at him.

Although he acted bored, yawning and waving his hand at us from time to time, he didn’t seem to mind our attention at all.

Owen: Now I’m feeling a bit hungry. You don’t happen to have any edible accessories, do you?

Chloe: E- Edible…? I- I don’t think so…

Owen: Must I do everything myself? <<Cur Memini>>

As Owen cast his spell, an assortment of buttons, ribbons, and brooches appeared in our hands.

Chloe: These are gorgeous… Not to mention, they smell really good too, like candy.

Owen: These are sweets I made myself using magic.

Owen: If you’re curious, why not take a little bite? I can’t guarantee you’ll leave with your teeth intact though.

Unconsciously, Chloe and I made eye contact.

With the sugary scent of the accessories enticing our senses, the two of us cautiously lifted one and took a bite.

Chloe: …! This is a cookie!

Chloe: It’s so sweet and delicious… Oh, and this ribbon is made of chocolate!

Akira: You’re right! This brooch tastes just like a madeleine…!

Owen: Hehe. Of course they do; I made them after all. If you’re interested, then you’re more than welcome to keep taking some.

Owen: Why not try this corsage and ring too?

Akira: Wow, really?

Owen: Really. If I can get on your good sides, I’ll be able to eat sweets whenever I want.

Chloe: Wow wow wow! This is incredible! I can’t believe you’re sharing these with us…

Chloe: Hey, can I show the others too?

Owen: Be my guest. They’re yours after all.

Chloe: Yippee! I’ll be back in a jiffy then!

And with that, Chloe happily took off.

Then, I felt a hand reach from behind me, grazing my neck.

Until This Sweet Spell Breaks - Chapter 3

Akira: …!?

Lightly touching the base of my throat, Owen plucked the brooch off my collar.

Owen: What’s wrong? Did you think I’d chop your head off?

Akira: Ah um… N- no. You just startled me, that’s all…

Biting into the brooch, Owen slid his gaze towards me.

It was impossible to tell what lay beneath his expression. However, his eyes seemed to hold a twinkle of delight which inadvertently calmed me down.

Akira: (...That’s good. It seems like Owen’s in a better mood now.)

Akira: (Maybe he really was bored earlier and that’s why he went along with us…)

Owen: Don’t get me wrong. This whole ceremony thing is still a pain.

Akira: Huh!? D- Did I say that out loud…?

Owen: You’re like an open book, but it seems you still can’t read me at all.

Owen: How simple-minded do you think I am? Did you really think you could change my mind so easily?

Akira: T- That wasn’t my intention…!

Owen: Is that so? Then why don’t you eat this for me?

Suddenly, Owen thrusted a candy ribbon at me.

Pressing it against my lips, he gave me no chance to protest before forcing it in.

Akira: Mmphf…!

Akira: Mm… It’s delicious… Like candy…

Owen: Haha... Just as I thought. You really don’t get me at all.

Akira: Huh…?

Owen: Did you actually think I’d go through the trouble of making all these sweets to share with you?

Owen: On the contrary, I simply cast a little spell that turns things into sweets for just a moment. I’m sure it’ll break any minute now and all those pretty accessories will revert back in the pits of your stomach.

Owen: I wonder… Will your teeth and tongue be alright?

With a look that seemed to pierce right through me, Owen ripped another button off my clothes.

As he bit into the gold-green metal with a crunch, my face paled.

Akira: Y- You’re joking… right?

Owen: I suppose you’ll find out soon enough. I’ll be fine, but I wonder how a human or a weaker wizard would fare.

Akira: Oh no…! I have to let Chloe know…!

Owen: I’d worry for yourself first and foremost.

His mocking laughter drew me in as he dangled a sweet smelling bracelet before me.

Owen: Take another for the road. I’m sure you’ll like this one too.

Akira: N- no, I’m good! I’m already full after all…!

Owen: Aw, don’t be shy. Until this spell breaks, why don’t you enjoy some sweet, sweet candy with me?

Owen: That way, I’ll get to see the look on your face when your stomach finally bursts.

Remember the Taste - Card Episode

[Courtyard]

Akira: Owen? What are you doing in the courtyard?

Owen: Searching for things to turn into sweets.

Akira: You're... what?

Akira: (Oh right. Owen did turn all those accessories into sweets the other day...)

Owen: Hehe, so you remembered? The two of you looked oh so happy, clamoring on and on about how delicious they were.

Owen: Gnawing away at buttons and brooches without a care in the world.

Akira: The cookies and chocolates were really great...

Akira: Although having to worry about whether or not they'd revert back to metal and thread... not so much.

Owen: That was the best part. Seeing your fear and panic was absolutely hilarious.

Owen: Perhaps I should create a second course, although this time, I'll have them revert back as you're eating them.

Akira: Huh!?

Owen: I wonder what I should use. Bitter herbs? Sour fruit perhaps?

Owen: Maybe I'll mix them up in a batch of sweets just for you and Chloe.

Akira: I- I think we'd be more than happy with a regular old pastry...

Home Screen Voice Line

“Hey, were you foolishly hoping for a gift from me? I wonder, what have you given me? What have you done for me? Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind? Depending on your answer, I might just consider it.”

[theastrical]

yesterday exist; so does today

Alzheimer is a hastle to deal with, you know this well, after all you’ve been here since the day you graduated nursing school, yet you’re still working in the central care centre for the paycheck. You know you shouldn’t have involved yourself in the matter of patients, realising it would emotionally torture you till you retire.

kaeya & fem!reader (platonic relationship)

implied major character death, mentions of suicide, heavy angst, comfort/hurt

note: hmmm honestly i don’t really know what i write since i write this out of boredom..AO3 LINK

“Kaeya Alberich, age 35. Current symptoms, memory loss and confusion.” same old thing again and again, writing down the patient’s data and insert it into sheets for the centres “transparency”, interacting with them and leave them to the hands of the doctors until they finally meet death years later. you read the data that was preserved on your desk and you gave off a long sigh, just like another day, a patient’s data worth of nothing on your hands are waiting to be checked by you.

The writing was messy, like an old calligraphy, the patient placed the picture quite asymmetrically, he also seemed to have slipped down several documents which you also have to read. Some of it written as “confidential, only medical teams and legal experts can access”. Finally, something to stick your nose into that makes this job at the very least, interesting.

“hey you look like you wanna bleach your own eyeballs, what’s up, new patient?”

you got caught up by one of your closest colleagues, jumped through the words, your voice all hoarse from the lack of water you consumed. “Yea, he gave me these documents that probably cost me half an hour to read…”, the americano you bought almost gone, making you to give a longer sigh.

“don’t bother buying another coffee, your shift is almost done.” , your colleague implies after your words.

“Hmm…okay.”, muttering the words. Your eyes widened by the data he had registered over himself.

“It’s been a while since we’ve gotten a patient who registered themself over their own name instead of a legal guardian, right?” , you asked your colleague, who seemingly has no life inside his eyes.

“hm? yeah, in fact, i’ve only gotten two people who registered themself here, two of them are old folks without a family…their death made me mentally drained, i miss them both.”

“fuck”, you curse with a voice that now seems to have a slight regret on it. “What?”, he replied. “He’s not even old enough to register himself in this centre”, “how old is he?”, your colleague asked out of curiosity, since this sort of cases can make your mind all rounded, he’s young, so why bother admit himself in this death row…”thirty five, 7 more months to thirty six”. “our age, is it not?”, he replied while moving his chair to your desk, now interested. “based on how he write his data, the symptoms are already chronic.”, you mutter, observing every of the information while your colleague looking through his diagnosis.

“goodluck taking care of him”, your colleague pat your back.

and just like that, you know you’re going to face the most emotional phase you’ve ever had in this hell-hole workplace.

By Saturday, you met the man. His eyes are sharp, rigid and bold, hue blue that never to be seen before, and believe it or not, he looks like he came out of a fictional series. His eye-bags are visible and his hair all tangled up from the braid he made by himself, allegedly. “Goodmorning, am i talking to Mr. Kaeya Alberich?” , he fidget his fingers over his cardigan, playing with the cloth that he worn just to avoid any of his hallucination and confusion. I know that means he’s uncomfortable with the surrounding or maybe his own existence…”yes..”, his voice sounds like a chirping crows, hoarse and deep, yet soothing to hear.

“Sorry, i have to ask, why am i here..?”, oh my, it already seems like he’s already losing his sense.

you take his confidential papers and explain it to him, all patient and prepared to have him lose his mind, you explain it with a voice that made his ears able to accept it just by a slight mutter, “mr. Alberich, the papers say that you choose this centre so you can go through your daily life without worrying of improper death. Hence you’re here to retrieve the deal, to have yourself admitted in here.”, he looks at you with confusion, but suddenly he changed his thought and his once-reaction flew from that face of his. “Oh? Hahaha! Is that why i’m here? Because of myself?? Oh funny! I haven’t write that one on my notes! Maybe i have to after this!!”, his laugh sounds sarcastic, it makes you uncomfortable…but alzheimer patients are always like this, they can’t control what they currently suffer from and you’re the one to take care of em.

“anything else would you like me to explain?”

“quick question, what’s your name?”

“[name]”…you seem to have doubt his question, whatever he needs from you to ask your name? This is weird.

“nice to meet you, would you mind taking care of me while being my friend?”

“you don’t have one sir?”, shit, i dropped the bomb.

“i have one, but we…i-…i forgot haha..”

it’s expected, his scan was something out of the ordinary, it’s no use trying to avoid the worst case scenario, it’s already in front of him.

“mr. Alberich, i would love to dis—“

“s-sorry can i have some water first..? I forgot to bring my water bottle from my apartment..”

you nod and brought him a cup of water, you start to inhale the air around you. “So..can we start our discussion? If so, may i ask you to fill out of these forms for me, if you’re unable to, we can ask your legal guardian or…”

“i’m sorry uh…i-i don’t remember my legal supervisor or guardian…” he stops at his track, probably going all confused from the lack of context his brain has dismay for him. “may i ask wether you can help me fill this out based on the…i-i don’t remember the registration i made sorry… but can you fill out based on those..?”

“It’s fine i understand…let me accompany you to the doctor’s office, how does that sound? I’ll inform the doctor about your details after the check ups…since this is a u—“

“doctor’s office..? I thought this is a library..? I must’ve gotten lost…i should borrow the book to write an essay for the professor oh shit..?! N-nurse?!! Wh-why did—“

suddenly your colleague barge in to the conversation to help you with this patient you’re handling, a rare cause that can’t be helped by a normal being.

“Sir, please calm down. This is Alzheimer medical centre, the papers say that today you’re being admitted to this ward for the sake of your own self, so please don’t act rash. We’re here to help you.”

he calmed down before tears run out from his eyes. Typical symptoms of Alzheimer patients are their intense change of emotions, it’s hard to deal with since you don’t know either if they’re going to stay sad, happy, or angry, or just…neither? You don’t know, even your colleague can’t read them.

you pat his back, “sir, how about you talk to the doctor first and we can discuss about the next matters soon? Will that be easier for you?”, your voice sounds genuine, this is the first time though. This man ticks your heart to feel such an empathetic move, it doesn’t make sense, since you never feel the need to feel them too.

“…sure…i’m getting insane….please help me nurse….f-fuck i don’t even remember your name…”, he chuckles after that insane remark he just made. “o-okay, l-let’s just go…make sure that i won’t die before my birthday…please..?” Is that his last wish? If it is…then sure, i’ll make sure tomorrow and today exist for him. I can always do that but…why now? Why him? Shit whatever happened to the promise i made to myself?

“okay. I will.” i smiled, shit, i’m not even that good on keeping promise to myself. I just broke it now…and i’m currently lying too. What if he expect so much?

he’ll just forget it, i’m sure of that.

but then the guilt? No…no, i don’t even want to think about it anymore.

everyday, you would visit him, in that small room, the aroma-therapy you had set for him was quite of���soothing and pleasant, you’ve always put some aromatherapy on the side of chronically ill patients just for them to remember that they’re currently living on reality, for them to remember that…they’re currently still going on with their life and that’s fine, it’s hard enough to survive, to wake up. Kaeya seems to have knew this well, after all, he would always greet you with a smile, a ghostly smile. He would always talk to you, trying his best to train his vocal, sometimes there’s hole inside his conversation, but that’s okay, he tried to stick in the present and not in the future. That’s enough for you to know that kaeya still has the energy to keep on living.

he’s surviving…all he had is this room, his clothes, and himself. No, not even himself. He doesn’t even know the existence of himself. Maybe i’m the replacement of that blank space across his memory? Yeah that’s what a nurse supposed to be, right?

he had always stare at the window when you passed through the hall of the ward, almost like he had lost his senses over that spot. Sometimes you would hear him mutter…”don’t…jump.” to the window, his tears coming through his eyes, and his hands are shaking. It was terrifying, at first. He would get near the window while his eyes are all watery and he doesn’t seem to realise his own movement.

“hey…stay alive…”

“hey…hey….i’m here…”

“why did you jump…?” , this exact sentence hasn’t been told before. Thus, made you jump into conclusions…

after what happens to be an hour after that mutters he made inside the room, you went to check on him. He’s on the couch, reading his own essay. The handwriting almost unreadable, the essay was long, confusing, and…the papers are all scraped.

“Hey…mom?”, shit, it’s only been a month since he was admitted here. The scan told me that his progress is fast and horrid…yet this one is too much.

you continue the act, that’s what you’ve been told and what you’ve learned. “yes kaeya..?” .

“mom, an insane person leave this paper inside this house…can we stop…renting this place..? It’s dangerous right? Can we leave mom..? I’m scared…i’m so scared mom.” he nudge on your clothes and start to hug your arm.

“n-no sweetie…there’s no such as an “insane person”. Now…how about we eat our food first to keep you healthy from being hunted by the ghost..?” This would be a good way to communicate with kaeya…you thought. Sihce he’s slowly losing touch, it’s better for him to dream, after all…he wants to survive this until his birthday, right…?

you served him the food…it’s not the best one, yet it already made kaeya hungry. Though, suddenly he loses his reconnection to his hallucinations once more..

when he look at you again, his face turns into a confusion…he smiles politely, “s-sorry uh…i remember meeting my mother…uhm…might i ask if you know where is she and…who are you?”

“I’m [name]…and you must be kaeya right? Your mother asked me to have you here.” You lied, so whatever you would say can never shocked him nonetheless.

“o-oh i see…but mother has died…just a few days ago…she jumps from that balcony…” he points out to the window, there’s no balcony, he’s hallucinating that he is on his house now. “well..at least i know mom left me with a new friend…right, [name]..?”, you gulp, yet you just smile and nod. You know this is the only way he can connect to the world…

“kaeya?”

“….who’s kaeya?”, he asked you. His eyes wander. Then it meet yours. He holds your hands, securely. “I wanna know kaeya…i’m…yaya…mother told me i’m yaya so i’m yaya..”

“somebody i know, you’re interested?”, you teased him, your voice brightful, chuckling at the way he seems so interested at the man she would call his past, sugarcoating the man you see before you. It has been 2 in a half month since he was admitted here, tomorrow is already the third month.

“is he…smart?”, that’s the first thing he asked. He’s presenting your image as a maid that has the same as his. His hallucination seems to touch the corner of his past..

“no he’s dumb…he doesn’t remember my name.”

you told him and he immediately scoffs..”hmph! Then why do you talk about him, i don’t like dumb folks.” He must be a brat back when he was a kid huh?

“Nothing, just feels like it.”

“then you’re quite of dumb for thinking and talking about him..he probably doesn’t remember you. So abandon him!” his hallucinations are actually right, he doesn’t remember you and you’ve been trying your best to make sure that even when everything goes bad…he still has the chance to live.

because…you can see yourself in this position. Helpless, nobody, and lonely. The emotional relation that connects you both are intense and unintentional. Yet you kept on trying to make sure, the part of you that he has in him…is enough to keep him living. Since, all you wanted is to see another version of the person you want to be..alive. You read the confidential paper on your desk once more, the one where he slip over his registration papers after you leave him all alone inside his room.

“This hasn’t been legally acclaimed and i just like to have this piece of information slip through the files you guys have of me by now. i have read several of information about this disease, i know that i can die just by being there or here, but there are somethings i like to share about my life. Something that would probably remind you when you see me through this illness, hallucination or memory loss, or both, maybe you can correlate those with my story. My mother committed when i turned 15, that was her present for me…she loathe me, she think of me as a burden for not being the one who’s sick enough to die just like my adoptive brother, diluc. So when she die…i thought i also have to die. After all, i have nobody, my father was away and i’m just his adoptive son, whatever have i done to this family? So…in my early adulthood, i develop a chronic memory loss due to trauma, as per my psychiatrist mentioned. It was…alright, at first. But then..at the age of 30, it becomes some-what more like a delusional. I know it wasn’t right so i decided to check myself at this age, 35, when i barely even remember what is my name without my phone reminding me who i am again and again. I wanna die…i can’t help but to live off the guilt i didn’t even made. So please…my only last wish is to die at the age of 36…just like the age of my late mother. Alzheimer is my karma and i wish, for all of you, to repent my sins…just like what i intend to do.”

“I’m sorry for putting so much pressure on all of you, but i assure…this is what i intend to do for the sake of the guilt that drive me insane everyday.”

I realise that He’s a suicidal bastard who’s unlucky, i’m trying…i’m trying so hard so he can live and survive another day. ‘Cus i…i can let somebody as young as kaeya to die and rot in a bed that every patient left with silence in their heart. Cus i can’t let somebody who always smile at me for giving them survival chance to die. His instinct says that he wants to live, so why bother reminding him of this. I’ll just follow his hallucination…until he finally know that he lives and he has to. So please…don’t remember your last wish, just remember that…the day you die, is the day you wish to rest forever.

So kaeya, remember that i’m here, for you to live, until you’re exhausted.

At the fourth month, he lost half of his memory of his adulthood.

At the fifth month, he lost his mobility. Limiting his speech and whatever he usually do daily…is nothing.

i kept trying, i kept on trying…so he wouldn’t remember his last wish. I want to change his course. Cause tomorrow and today still can be change, it still exist the way it is.

10 days before his birthday, you nag on him. Telling him a delusional story you made out of his hallucination for the past months. You’ll pretend to be his mother, his brother, and everything…convincing kaeya to survive. His muscle memory reacted, positively, just like what you expected. After all, you’re trying your best…to make sure that this man last longer than his initial death, cause he deserve one last chance that Alzheimer cannot give to him.

“kaeya…mother is proud of you for reaching this far.”, you mutter to his ears…it perks up. His head wants to move to the direction of your eyes.

“kaeya…you’re doing great…don’t give up now, it’s almost your birthday, maybe let’s have a party with diluc too? He enjoys being with you too, you know?” , his muscle picks up that words and smile slowly.

“kaeya…what do you wish for..? I’m sorry that i can’t be the best mother…that’s what you asked for right..? A present mother..?”,

“Then…survive this week…next week…and more months to come. You deserve a chance to live and see more of the world..” you recreate the words he helplessly crave, so kaeya….with all of his might, able to live, able to regain his purpose in life, to have his guilt all weakened, to the point that he decided to…live for another day. It seems evil, indeed, it is evil, but that’s what he needs…kaeya deserves to live unlike those old fucks that has no manners, kaeya is only a child in adult’s body…

he wants to live, but he can’t…right?

“kaeya…happy birthday….” , you mutter the words perfectly. You pronounce the words as if you’ve already excelled your ways to imitate kaeya’s mother for him. If it’s sympathy, why are you being so kind..? If it’s empathy, why does it matter if he’s alive or not? Because at the end of the day, you find yourself in that piece of him, a kid in a grown up body, and you wish to have somebody like you…live another day, just like you.

he cried. somehow…his tears shows his pain…his past…and everything. Despite the delusion you’re feeding him with, he still holds onto the hope of another day where he can hear his mother’s forgiveness.

his tears was falling rapidly while his eyes are all shining…finally, you sighed. There’s a hint of survival in his eyes once more and it made you…proud, even when you’re not a thing to them.

he survived 36…and i hope i survived 67 too. It’s nice to know that you’re my last patient, kaeya…let’s chat again, i know you would love to hear my story…even when you don’t remember my name any longer.

you put the flower on his memorial space.

from “nurse [name], have a happy reunion with your family.”

taglist: @dailypenpen , @daydreaming-paradies

[lover-of-mine]

https://x.com/bucksdaylight/status/1810710729835655679

Yeah no I never wanna hear another BT talk again. I especially never wanna hear them say they don’t just fetishize mm relationships when clearly they do it even when a child is present. Saying Tommy is under bucks table at the medal ceremony when Chris is literally sitting right there. Absolutely Disgusting

I wish I could bleach my eyeballs. Dear GOD. What is wrong with people?

[rodolfoparras]

I wanna bleach my eyeballs. I just saw some proshipper art. I'm upset. It was on my dash too :((

I'm in DC fandom and I just saw someone ship Jason Todd and Dick Grayson together.

-💤

I will never understand pro shippers like yeah none of this is real but why do you want to see family members fuck 💀

[whyscserious]

Some of the WB photoshoot pictures of Nolan's Joker are BAD. Not like BADASS. I mean like I wanna bleach my eyeballs out BAD. IDK who the photographer was but he was obviously taking a marijuana when doing them. @chaoticjoke and I just laughed about this for the last half hour and we finally figured out why that cardboard cutout looked "OFF." He is in a meadow or something. LIKE WTF WERE THEY THINKING WHEN MAKING AN ICONIC CARDBOARD CUTOUT LIKE THAT? "Oh let's put him in a meadow after he blows up a building."

"Yeah! THATS SO CHAOTIC!"

"IT WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS THE MOST ICONIC CARDBOARD CUTOUT!"

um...no.

No wonder Christopher Nolan has no social media. He knows the fans would come after him. Demand reproductions of everything made. Look at how stupid this looks.

HIS HAIR IS A TRIANGLE.

A MF TRIANGLE.

[tripl3ts-sturni0l0]

Mornings

Prompt : Y/N and Chris's lazy morning :)

CW: little cringe, kissing/ making out, swearing

Y/N's POV:

The sun lit through the curtains of Chris's bedroom window, waking me from my slumber. I looked down and saw his arms wrapped around my waist and could feel his head nuzzled on my shoulder by my neck.

I smiled softly to myself. I swiftly reached over and grabbed my phone from Chris's nightstand, trying my best not to wake my sleeping boy. As I got comfortable in my previous position, I felt him start to shift and pull me closer to his body. He nuzzled his face further into my neck and placed some soft kisses to it.

"Good morning," I said in my slightly raspy morning voice. I felt him smile against my skin. "Good morning, gorgeous," he spoke into my neck in his groggy morning voice. I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. Even after two years of dating, he still has an effect on me.

"I'm sorry I woke you up, love," I said, turning to face him and running my fingers through his hair. His beautiful blue eyes fall shut at the familiar sensation he loves so much. "It's okay, baby. I love waking up to you." He says and sighs in content.

I run my fingers through his hair for a little while, and then he opens his eyes and looks at me with an expression I've never seen before. " What's that look for?" I laugh nervously. "I'm just so in love with you." He replies.

Sure, we have expressed our love for each other before, but we were never the type to do it that much. We know with one single glance from each other that we love each other. Him expressing his love for me this morning  was a little suprising.

I blushed a bright shade or red and buried my head in his chest as he chuckled. "I'm so in love with you too." I mumbled into his chest, flustered. I feel his chest shake as he continues to laugh lightly at me. He runs his fingers up and down my back gently before his hand cups my jaw and tilts my head up to look at him.

"Don't act all shy on me, kid." He says, kissing my nose. " I'm sorry, you just have some effect on me." I say giggling a bit. Nothing could have prepared me for what he said next. "I'm glad after all this time I still do it for you, baby." He says, smirking down at me, knowing damn well my butterflies are fluttering rampant around my stomach.

I groan and shove my blushing face back into his chest as he laughs. "C'mere wanna kiss your pretty face," he says, lifting my head up again. He looks into my eyes for a few seconds, but to me, it feels like forever. Then he leans down and presses his lips to mine. The kiss is soft and slow, burning with passion and all the love we have for each other.

The kiss gets a little heated, and Chris starts to nibble on my bottom lip, asking for access. I ablidge, and we start to make out a little. He pulls me onto his lap, and I wrap my arms around his neck and run my fingers through his unruly hair. His hands are on my waist, running up and down my sides as we kiss each other deeply. Just as we start to really get into it, Chris's bedroom door flings open.

"Hey Y/N I know it's early but- Ah What the fuck oh my god!" Nick says as the door flies open. He quickly covers his eyes with one hand and closes the door partway. Chris and I start dying of laughter. "I'm sorry Nick, what do you need?" I say through a fit of giggles.

"Well now I need to bleach my eyeballs. I came in to ask you for your opinion on my outfit for today and caught you getting jiggy with my brother." Nick replied in a distressed tone.

"We were not getting jiggy, Nick. We were just kissing." Chris said as he rolled his eyes. "Well, whatever you were doing, I obviously interrupted, and for that, I'm sorry, but next time, lock the damn door or something, please." Nick said, closing the door behind him and walking away.

Chris and I erupt into a fit of giggles, and I lean my forehead on his. "What a great start to our morning." I say laughing. " Nothing like Nick barreling in through my door to kill our mood at 9 am." He says, giving me butterfly kisses on my nose.

"Wanna go make some breakfast?" I say to him. "Mm, no, I wanna keep you right here and pick up where we left off." He says, grinning at me. Just as I leaned in to kiss him agian, we hear Nick yelling in the hallway.

"Hey! No getting jiggy with it when Matt and I are here. Enough!" Chris and I start laughing again.

God, I love my mornings with Chris

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Hey guys!! This is the 1st fic I wrote on wattpad! I'm gonna upload all my work here eventually! I write for both Chris and Matt, so let me know if you have requests!!

<3

[thesoggiestboyintown]

RTC incorrect quotes but it’s just my shit texts

noel gruber:

“guess who set their shoe on fire”

“theater kids are the reason global warming exists”

“i feel like a couple who’s always on the brink of divorce but pretends to be in a happy marriage “

“in my on the verge of divorce era”

“have we as a community considered kissing my ass”

“lord strike me down and give me an std”

mischa bachinski:

“sometimes i think and then i cry”

“i’m so bored i’m going to rob the school cafeteria just for shits and giggles”

“cute date idea ! rob a bank and makeout in the employee room of a Walmart <3”

“i want to punt a toad “

“update i’m planning someone’s funeral”

“give head pls”

“about to rob an ikea what do u want”

“i hope she explodes”

“i want to meet a smurf and then drown it”

“i’m going to steal a kid off the street just to feel something”

“time to take out the shot glass”

ricky potts:

“how to become zolarian cat”

“what if i just throw a dog into a freezer”

“how do i turn into a rubix cube”

“i’m such a deceitful snake”

“why is luigi so submissive and breedable”

“my personality is a sad star with a little hat that says ass licker”

“my emotional support teacher isn’t here yet i’m going to swallow a cat whole”

“what if i just grabbed a cat and never gave it back”

“what if i swallow a bell”

constance blackwood:

“is breast milk diary free”

“how do i turn into a rubix cube”

“i sometimes forget that you’re an only child”

“she’s like obsessed with me (she has a crush on a boy)”

“if there’s a screen, ao3 will be seen. [insert picture of ao3 home screen on a Nintendo switch]”

“when ur so stupid you get shocked when your manipulative ex manipulates u again when u give her another chance”

“someone nut tapped superman”

“Is it safe to drink bleach”

“How to get rid of hickies”

“Yes actually, when I was gender fluid I grew a penis when I felt masc”

“Lord give me strength”

“NO I KEEP FIGHTING THOSE DEMONS”

jane doe:

“the lives of erasers and rubber have come to me, begging for mercy. for a chance at life and peace. to experience the beautiful presence of true joy. but they forget mercy is earned through patience and worship. so they instead left with bruises of pure agony and despair. stories to keep their children and their childrens children cautious of who they bow to.”

“sad pyromaniac at its best tbh”

“i just disassociated while setting fire to my shoe”

“Oh ye I go by they/them now because fuck gender :]”

“i he!r t.H3 scrm,,s o’’f @lL m”y vctms b..egg!ng fr me t stp :3”

“!! i c,,Vt of d0!!$ h3aD ..!!”

“!! į w!lł t3!! th,, v0ics t0 nøt hVrt ÿ0ū >~<“

“i’m gonna eat someone’s eyeballs for a snack”

“stfu therapist i’m literally just being dramatic”

“about to suck someone’s soul wish me luck”

“what’s stopping me from eating babies”

“i’m in ur floor boards”

“i’ve been stuck with theater kids for like 3 hours save me”

“insanely hot (take away “ly hot”)”

“i don't eat food, i consume personalities snacks? no. souls.”

“I WANNA EAT PLAY DOUGH SO BADLT I FORGOT HOE TO SPEL PLAYFOOUGH”

“i say i'm fine but i'm reality i feel like a black hole is eating my stomach”

“ya know sometimes my brain sounds like velcro

kdithigigifixgxggc”

“wdym i cant commit crimes who's gonna stop me”

“was told i could drink bleach so if i start internally bleeding tonight don't ask questions”

[her-satanic-wiles]

Had to go on TikTok and report four videos and a whole ass account from a minor since they were, let’s just say…spreading their “nasty” on a Tobias photo, Copia photo, and a Ghoul photo 🤮 What is wrong with people?? Why do they have to post that kind of shit publicly?! It made me wanna bleach my eyeballs-

I have never hated anything more... when people said, "don't suffer in silence." This is not what they meant. 💀💀💀

I'm gonna go check myself into a mental institution and make sure I never get hold of WiFi again so I can avoid all of this, but y'all stay safe out there.

[thenon-fictiondays]

oh god I'm trying to reread some of my old fanfic bc i don't remember what happens in some of this shit and i kinda wanna bleach my eyeballs

like damn bitch you wrote this?? (derogatory)

i don't even think the words are necessarily all that bad its just there's something about reading your past writing that feels like it's stripping you bare and flogging your exposed flesh

could also be bc i haven't written a word in more than a year lmao

[luna-the-shark4254]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

more of these ig Faithful!au belongs to @buntsukim (also there's cool rp accounts @faithfuldummy@faithfulcashier)

Faithful!Cashier: My expectations were low but holy fuck.

Faithful!Player: Hey, Faithful!Cashier, have you thought about having children? Faithful!Cashier: ... Faithful!Cashier: Does looking over you and the others not seem like I already do? Because I promise you, it sure feels like it. Faithful!Player: But we're not childr- Faithful!Cashier, already distracted: FAITHFUL!DUMMY, PUT THE FIRE DOWN!

Faithful!Dummy: Guys where did Faithful!Player go? Faithful!Cashier: They got arrested. Faithful!Dummy: How the hell- Faithful!Player: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

Faithful!Dummy: I hope they've calmed down... Faithful!Player: Shut the fuck up you annoying ass pig.

Faithful!Dummy: Is there something you would like to say, Faithful!Player? Faithful!Player: Oh, there are SEVERAL things I would like to say.

Faithful!Dummy: Why are you doing this? Faithful!Cashier: Same reason I do everything, Faithful!Dummy. To get somebody to like me. (lmao it's funny cuz he's unlikable)

Faithful!Cashier, holding a fork: You know your talking a lot of shit for someone who has 2 perfectly good eyeballs each cost about $16,000 on the blackmarket. Faithful!Player: .... Faithful!Cashier: *lip smack*

Faithful!Cashier: Did you wash the dishes? Faithful!Player: I thought you wanted to do that... Faithful!Cashier: *chuckles* You were WRONG.

Faithful!Player: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

Faithful!Cashier: I feel awful about killing you. Faithful!Dummy: Faithful!Cashier: Even though technically you never even died, so I don’t know what you’re bitching about.

Faithful!Dummy: If I were a drink, I'd be Cherry Vanilla Coke. If you were a drink, what would you be? Faithful!Player: Bleach. Faithful!Cashier: Sewage. Faithful!Dummy: ...Please calm down, edgelords.

Faithful!Player: Don’t go picking a fight with me. I could make your life difficult. Faithful!Cashier, sarcastically: Wow. I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life.

Faithful!Player: What does a winner do when life gives them lemons? Faithful!Dummy: Um, make lemonade? Faithful!Player: No, they squeeze them right back into life’s eyes!

Faithful!Dummy: Wanna get out of here and grab a bite to eat. Faithful!Cashier: I don’t usually eat with losers. Faithful!Dummy: Neither do I but I asked you, didn’t I?

Faithful!Player: I can't believe you've done this..... Faithful!Dummy: I'm sorry I didn't know-! Faithful!Player, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!

Faithful!Dummy: Well, Faithful!Cashier, is there anything you would like to say to Faithful!Player? Faithful!Cashier: How do I put this delicately? You’re a horrible roommate and nobody likes you. Faithful!Dummy: How about we frame our statement with “When you do this, it makes me feel this”? Faithful!Cashier: When you live here, it makes me angry. Because you’re a horrible roommate and nobody likes you.

Faithful!Player: Faithful!Cashier, gather the others. We need to have another Faithful!Dummy-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.

Faithful!Cashier: All in all, a 100% successful trip. Faithful!Player: But we lost Faithful!Dummy. Faithful!Cashier: All in all, a 100% successful trip!

Faithful!Player: I’ll be famous one day, but for now I’m stuck in this house with a bunch of morons.

Faithful!Dummy: It’s funny how well you and Faithful!Cashier get along. Didn’t they hate you at first? Faithful!Player: Faithful!Cashier hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.

Faithful!Player: And here we see Faithful!Dummy and Faithful!Cashier in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh. Faithful!Dummy: Gaelic bread. Faithful!Cashier: Grueling brad. Faithful!Dummy: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

*Faithful!Dummy is considering cancelling plans, and Faithful!Player and Faithful!Cashier are advising them on what to do* Faithful!Player: Just don't go. Faithful!Cashier: Say you’re ill! Faithful!Player: Pretend to break your leg. Faithful!Cashier: Really break your leg!

Faithful!Dummy: Here are two pictures. One of them is your bedroom, and the other is a garbage dumpster. Can you tell which is which? Faithful!Player: Faithful!Player: This one is the dumpster. Faithful!Dummy: They’re both your bedroom.

Faithful!Cashier: *eating a cinnamon roll* Faithful!Player: Cannibalism. Faithful!Cashier: *confused chewing noises*

Faithful!Dummy: What is everyone for Halloween? Faithful!Cashier: I’m superman. Faithful!Player: A clown. Faithful!Dummy: So I’m guessing we don’t need to get you a costume then?

Faithful!Cashier: YOU CHEATED! Faithful!Player: So did my dad, but hey, my mom knew it all and even sorted out their wedding, so what’s the problem? Faithful!Dummy: I… can confirm that that actually happened. Faithful!Cashier: …What.

Faithful!Player: When I met you I thought you were a real bitch. Faithful!Cashier: What changed your mind? Faithful!Player: Oh, I still think you’re a bitch, I’ve just grown to like that about you.

Faithful!Player, to Faithful!Dummy: You have room temperature IQ. Faithful!Dummy: What's room temperature IQ? Faithful!Cashier: 73°. Faithful!Dummy: Oh, okay. Faithful!Dummy: How much is that in IQ?

Faithful!Dummy: Did you have to stab them? Faithful!Cashier: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me. Faithful!Dummy: What did they say? Faithful!Cashier: "What are you going to do, stab me?" Faithful!Dummy: That’s fair.

Faithful!Dummy: The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it. Faithful!Cashier: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side. Faithful!Player: YO SOCRATES! IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE!

Faithful!Dummy: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test! Faithful!Cashier: Ok, Faithful!Dummy, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918? Faithful!Dummy: 1917. Faithful!Cashier: ...You're ready.

[johannepetereric]

Never thought I’d make a Mod Soul OC, but the world’s a big place ig

Anyway, her chosen name is Mazza. Some scientists found her purple pill and decided to plop her into a dead girl’s body. The Famighlia of the body, whose name turns out to be “Belle,” finds her all torn up and bloody, trying to get up, and brings her back home to Italy. This was ten years before Bleach canon, in which the zombie has not finished and will never finish puberty, stuck at five point five and a half feet since she was 15. The Famighlia, however, doesn’t care. They only want their purple-haired princess back, and if she came back to them speaking Japanese and not knowing Italian, the afrontment only lasts a year before everybody but Mazza decides to avoid talking about it.

She has long purple hair, curled up nicely, and they’ve been training Mazza (she picked this name after a month of “I wanna pick my own name!”) since they found her, deciding that they can’t keep her shuttled away untrained anymore. She takes it like a fish to water, naturally, and turns out this body wields Dying Will Storm Flames. On this newfound freedom, Mazza uses her Flames whenever and whomever she wants. She quickly learned careful control as to not burn her comrades if they get in her way.

The body has purple eyes, too, now with permanent stars as carry-over from the Mod Soul’s design. She has echolocation abilities, and is ridiculously strong with throwing weapons.

She was initially killed by a long gory slice from he right thigh, through her nonexistent breasts, up to her left shoulder, which doesn’t really impede her left-handedness. However, it did disembowel her, and she had to be stitched up again once they brought her back. She also has a nasty scar across her head, again bottom-to-top, but left to right this time. She does not exhaust, does not need to eat or drink or sleep, but she does get stomachaches from certain foods and objects not agreeing with her. The darkest any poisonings went is paralysis, coma (but she can’t fall unconscious either), diarrhea, and/or constipation. Possibly puking, too.

Beheadings and dismemberments and loss of organs don’t do anything, as they can be stitched back together again like Frankie Stein, no loss of the five senses (except for when the tongue and/or eyeballs are missing, of course).

Of course, claiming “amnesia,” they taught her how to read and write Italian, French, English, and Japanese (on her intense request (order)).

She practices her swings every week, not wanting to fall behind and die, not wanting to lose this body she just got!

Over the years, she got the “Il Pipistrelli della Mazza” nickname on missions.

And then this Famighlia had to make a pit stop to Japan, where she met Kon (going by Kai), her fellow Mod Soul. They could sense Kin and Death around each other, so, in the middle of the night when everyone’s asleep, Mazza took Kai back to her home base, where they caught each other up on their lives and bonding over Escaping Death. They exchanged addresses, Kai admitted to hiding the fact that he’s Kai and not Kon, and he promised that, despite his illiteracy, he’ll figure out a way to make them own pals. In the meantime, please address each as Ichigo, Mazza, as humans, made up a code, yadda yadda.

Yuzu, deciding to wake up super early for a special meal, found him trying to write a letter at the kitchen table. She fretted over “ruining Onii-san’s eyes” and “why don’t you turn on the lights?!” until Kai, going by Ichigo atm, admitted that he made a friend who was on vacation, and doesn’t know what to write to her, hoping that’ll make her shut up.

It does not in the slightest. She spent time whispering ideas, then began her breakfast. Since then, every day when they finish homework, she follows him to Ichigo’s room, brainstorming ideas, even writing them down for him to copy (which happens to be the entire letter).

Luckily, he kept the paper with Mazza’s address, and they’ve been Mystery Pen Pals ever since, keeping each other up on secrets they’re not supposed to know nor tell. In the letter, they agree to tell the super secret friend to address the letter to Yuzu instead (Yuzu doesn't get it, but Mazza does, as someone who also has to hide that she's secretly a zombie, not just having zombie-esque powers). She will (later) sneak them to Ichigo's room. If Ichigo asks why Yuzu's letter is in his room, just lie and say she forgot or whatever. Then she'll tell Bostov about it, who will telepathically relay it to the Ichigo who Knows.

....Wait, that looks like Swiss cheese, how are they supposed to pull off all this Pen Pal fuckery???

Anyway, unfortunately for Kai, Mazza’s vocal range is from the lowest to the highest known Hertz possible, which he can sometimes also detect, so his ears really fucking hurt from the noise only he, certain Hollows, and certain machines can pick up.

[orionlakehastodie]

Imagine this:

You go and smile at a nice guy who you know - saved you from getting raped because this other guy asked his goons to rape you

Then said other guy feels like he owns you so he goes and - punches nice guy and almost punches you.

Fast forward:

Same nice guy is broken hearted and you're friends so you go and console him.

Other guy sees it and because you're his property he goes batshit, almost kills a guy, almost beats you the fuck up and screams in your face SAY YOU HATE HIM

Holy fucking shit you are being fucking abused

Get the fuck out of that situation

And what other guys needs is not a fucking character growth - he needs the fucking police.

I don't care how trash your childhood is - fuck that. Nothing excuses you know - ALMOST KILLING OTHER PEOPLE because your have fucking mommy issues Jesus Christ.

As always the fans squick me out more than the show

I'm gonna write Ren/Gorya fanfic and noping out of this fucking shit show.

[wheretfisyourdecorumyoublindb]

I found it

The treasure

The gold

THE LEGEND

But at what cost