#i hate this i am so fucking mad right now

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi heard this but felt disturbed yet mad hearing this. Meko didn't understand at all. He had no idea the troubles of having this. Some say it's a blessing; some say it's a curse. Or both. He just didn't get it.

Sukuna was furious but he claws one of the Ox skulls. He wanted to kill this asshole and curse him for all eternity and till his death.

"And you know what?! I FUCKING HATE KIDS!" Meko shouted, "Shit! They take so long to grow up, it's like their shitty existence is to annoy the fuck out of me! And you know what I'm right! AND you're right! I'm big, you're small. I'm smart, you're dumb and there's nothing you can do about it! In this place, in this cave, I. AM. GOD!"

The three were shocked hearing this but yeah, it tells that Meko was nothing but a low life piece of shit. He was insane. Mad. He just didn't care. Oh but someone else did.

The group heard Daichi call Meko out. Hearing how lame and stupid he was. Thinking all this evil planning was going in his favor when he was clearly no one. Just some lowlife that had nothing to do but bring pain and sadness to others. Thinking all this he did was to make him like a god; no it just made him a asshole.

Kazuma widens his eyes at this, his lip trembles, and then tightens his his fists. "Yeah! And you're a loser, Meko!" Kazuma yelled. Destroyah growls, his eyes blazing orange. Kazuma went on to give his own two cents, "We trusted you! Hell! Yeah! I'm an asshole but you're a piece of shit! Biggest shit out of all losers. You heard me! You're going down! You're going straight to jail, you fucking bastard!"

Meko snaps.

"KAZUMA! YOU SHOULDN'T BE TALKING RIGHT NOW!" Destroyah prepares his purple beam, ready to fire. Daichi and Taz widen their eyes, 'Oh no!'

"Damn it!" Megumi said seeing the purple beam charging again.

"Kazuma! Get out of the way! MOVE!" Daichi yelled. Kazuma freezes in fear as he holds up his arms up however...

"I won't let you hurt Kazuma!" Something is flying towards, straight for Destroyah's mouth. Kazuma screams, realizing who it is, "MOTHRA NO!"

"!!!!!"

Mothra as her chibi self, she went straight into Destroyah's mouth before he unleashed his particle beam, setting off an explosion in the animatronic's mouth and destroying its jaws in the process.

"MOTHRA!!!!!" Kazuma screams seeing the smoke and some fire as Meko shouts from the sudden explosion that made Destoryah tumble again.

"Mothra! Where are you!?" Nobara calls out worried seeing nothing from the smoke after that explosion. Kazuma was scared fearing something happened but Megumi gets to him pulling him back.

"Mothra! Mothra!" He kept calling out to her even if Megumi keeps holding him back.

"Shit at this rate we might have to think of another way to take him down! He'll end up hurting Yuji at this point!" Megumi was trying to think of something but with that and many other dangers it was serious. Nobara was trying to help even seeing Yuji being thrown around as he hangs on by the tail.

"We need a plan before-"

"You fucking fuckfaces! You are going to pay for this-"

"MEKO!"

Destroyah looks to see and Meko zooms in as there is someone at the door. What the? "Kazuma?!"

Daichi widens his eyes. Kazuma! What is he doing here?! Megumi and Nobara heard but looks shocked.

'What the hell is he doing here!? He shouldn't be here!' Megumi thought. He was about to talk and ask him why he was here but stops hearing Kazuma saying sorry to Meko?

"What?" Meko blinked. Kazuma sighs, "I'm sorry I treated you like shit, okay? I know I gave you crap! There is no excuse! What are you doing is wrong! Shit! Don't you have a family? Think about your parents or anyone you care about? The kids who enjoy eating your pizzas and they smile at you. Why you gotta kill them?! Why throw all of that away for fame?! Is it worth it?!"

"......"

"......."

Meko became silent inside of Destroyah. "Kazuma...." Meko begins, "You are a fucking idiot!" He laughs. "I did it because it's fun! The only thing I love about is having the power to do whatever I want! That's what jujutsu is! Something like you a normie doesn't understand!"

"You lying!" Daichi growls, "Jujutsu isn't like that! You freaking piece of-"

"Oh! What? You do it to exorcise curses and then what?! Curses come from human emotions right?! Then humans are the worst since they're the ones who give birth to them! So why not?! Why not kill people who piss you off? It's a wonderful feeling!" Meko laughs.

"Daichi is right! Jujutus is not what you think it is! Sure some might think that due to humans being the reason it was made in the first place! Right now, you'll only fueling the cursed energy and you might end up being cursed!" Megumi shouted.

"Ohhhh that even sounds better! Maybe if I kill more and more I'll become even more powerful and have more fun. I can turn the people all over town into my mindless new animatroics. They can be so much better than dumb stupid humans! Then all over the world! There..there they will fear me and see just how amazing I am! They will see me as the best! Hahahahahahaha!!"

[with-my-calamitous-love]

too young / too dumb / to know things like love

katsuki bk. x f! reader

when perhaps one of the most heartbreaking and stressful relationship of your entire life comes to an end, katsuki can’t resist having you for one more night. angst/smut, breakup sex, y/a katsuki

@crushmeeren the snippet i left in ur inbox 🫧 thank you for all your love

another big kiss for u, 5sos nation 🤍 inspired by ghost of you

7:09 am.

katsuki wakes up, still pushed to one corner of the bed. he has the entire king size to himself, but remains unable to sleep on that side of the bed. your side.

he groans when he sits up, pain in his shoulders and a dull throb in his heart. red eyes flicker over to the leftover coffee mug on the beside. as time passes, your lipstick stain fades. but he doesn’t need the satin red makeup left on your favourite mug to remember how your lips felt, the way they tasted.

he wishes to go back to sleep, to dream long enough for you to tell him he’d be fine. he wants to believe that, to hold onto it. even if you know he’ll find himself drowning out his pain, dancing through his house alone, he hopes you’ll lie to him.

worst of all? so many saw it coming. but you both hoped, foolishly so, that you could defy the odds.

you didn’t.

✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.*

“so thats it?” you ask, but its more like a statement than anything. the finality in your tone isn’t lost on katsuki. the plates in the sink are left unwashed, dinner cold and neglected. the couch mourns the couple that once embraced on it, floorboards preparing to only creak for one.

years of training, of self doubt, surviving a war and becoming a hero, and the hardest thing katsuki has ever done was walk away from you.

“i have to do this.” he chokes back tears. “you’re not happy. i’m not either

and you want to lie and tell him he’s wrong, but he’s not and that what makes you so fucking angry. he’s hoping his absence will give you the peace his love couldn’t.

“i’ll give you your sweaters back.” you say, not knowing what else to add. you’re hoping he’ll say no. keep them. there yours. they’ve always been.

instead: “thanks, babe.”

“don’t fucking call me that!” you snap, tears spilling like a broken dam.

its at that moment when it sets in for him. when he realizes this’ll be the last time he sees you, or hears your voice. that from now on, he’ll have to drown it out, dancing through his apartment with nothing but the phantoms of what was.

“…sorry, [y/n].” he hesitantly steps closer. he wishes he could yell, be the asshole you know him for. but he right now, he’s wounded, returning only half his weight. he was losing his favourite part of him.

almost pathetically so, you jump into his arms, sobbing into his chest despite the anger you feel in your bones. he doesn’t think twice before wrapping his arms around yours, pulling you into him like its the last time. it is.

“fuck you, katsuki.” you cry, and he takes it. “yeah, fuck you too, [y/n].”

he says right before kissing you, but its different this time. there’s desperation in it, to feel you, to make this goodbye count.

as much as you try to, you know you love katsuki when you can’t hate him for breaking your heart. you tug him in by his collar, dragging the two of you to the couch. cries turn into moans, pain remains more or less the same.

he’s already shirtless, something he was always comfortable doing around you. he’s so hot it makes you mad, almost wishing you wore something nicer than his old zeppelin shirt thats too big it pools at your waist.

but he doesn’t care. katsuki will fuck you no matter what, evident by how he doesn’t even bother to take it off all the way, impatient. he grabs the hem, dragging it just above your chest. its no secret he wants to see your tits bounce and face flush when he’s buried deep in you.

your morning him, and the fact that from here on out you’ll never get a dick this good.

he rubs circles on your clothed clit, rough, hypnotizing you. he has to resist the urge to slam himself into you right away. he’s already breaking your heart, he doesn’t need to hurt your pussy in the process.

but maybe you don’t care anymore, whispering in his ear. “c’mon, kats, i want you.”

his breath hitches, red eyes looking concerned. “you sure?”

“just fucking do it.”

normally, he’d tease you, tell you to be patient. but he’s not patient either, moving your panties to the side before sliding himself into you. you both moan in relief. it doesn’t take long before he starts thrusting.

“i’m sorry. i’m so fuckin’ sorry.” he almost cries, kissing his apology into your skin, his cock deeply embedded into you. he normally likes it rough, getting you on your knees and pressing you into the pillow. but right now, he needs to see you- all of you. he knows this might be the last time.

“fuck, you feel so good, katsuki.” you whisper, cupping his face while he takes deep, intimate strokes. even on the verge of destruction, even as forever falls apart, he’s still able to make love and pleasure blossom from your heart and mind. he has that hold on you, that even if you married another man the next minute, he’d still have the key to parts of you you never knew you had.

hearing his name roll off of your tongue already breaks his heart. he swears that in another universe, this works. that right after he plants his release deep in you, kissing you through your orgasm, blurring the lines between fucking and making love, he’d hold you close and wake up to your face the next morning. and when that morning comes, he’ll head off to his agency after kissing you goodbye. he’ll think of you, of protecting you, of putting you at the centre of everything he fights for. even after this all ends, he still thinks that’ll be true. even if you lose your love for him.

“where do you want me to finish, baby?” he grits out, knowing he won’t be able to call you baby anymore. for a second you think of correcting him, but resign.

“just.. do it in me.” you cry. “i don’t want you pulling out.”

“fuck, you sure ‘bout that?” he grits, but he’s not complaining. he can’t give you forever, or even proper love, but if you want it, he can give you this.

you muster out a nod, his forehead pressed against yours. he feels that your close and so is he, his pace not faltering for even a moment. this really is the last time.

and when he releases, your mind whites out in pleasure. he makes sure to get as deep into you as humanly possible, wanting every lewd drop of him nestled deep in you. he groans into your ear, riding out your pleasure with a few more thrusts before collapsing next to you.

he pulls you in, almost on instinct. tomorrow it’ll be over, but you gave him tonight.

“you fucking idiot.” he whispers, though you’re not sure if he means you or him. either way, it’d make sense. idiot was his rude, endearing nickname name for you. idiot was also how he felt about himself, losing you.

“i love you.” you say, not knowing whats next, but knowing that whatever it is, it can wait till the sun rises.

“i love you so fucking much.”

and he’s happy that those are his last words to you, because the next day, he wakes up alone.

he pats the spot where you laid on the couch. he’s hurt, but not surprised. all his things are there, but its empty. haunted.

and he’ll find other girls, models, pro heroes, names he can’t remember. he’ll lay them down on his couch, hold their hands, kiss them or even love them. you’ll find other guys to unbutton your blouse, to lend you sweaters and promise you forever. but theres a deep understanding between both you and katsuki.

it’ll never be the same like what it was with you.

[narashikari]

You wanted Keiwa to get his dark side so badly huh?

Well you got it. All at the low, low price of his character being trashed on.

I hope you're all fucking happy.

[deoidesign]

I'm so mad that post was misinformation because there is actually an EXTREMELY important conversation to have about the production schedules artists are forced into. There's no need for exaggeration, the conditions are bad.

I work for webtoon. My publication schedule is weekly. While publishing I'm required 10-15 pages a week. Fully colored.

This means I'm finishing a 150 page fully colored graphic novel every 10-15 weeks.

When my comic is not updating, I am not getting paid. Any time writing, editing, or off is out of my own pocket. I don't get healthcare. They do not provide any assistants. They expect me to promote myself; they chose to deprioritize me before I even launched and gave me an end date half a year in. I never had a chance.

And this is the industry standard! Every company has artists forced into crunch hours, overtime, and burnout. Artists are literally dying early due to it. So many of my friends can't afford to go to the doctor.

It's unsustainable and untenable, and it's also the expectation our audiences have.

If we want to have this conversation, there's plenty of conversation to be had with the realities of the situation. It's bad as is.

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[muirmarie]

Me: I joke about writing the same McCoy centric story over and over again in different ways

Me: and like. I love doing it and imma keep doing it because it makes me happy.

Me: but also. I do sometimes wonder if it's like. A little Much.

Me: like maybe I should branch out or something

Me: [reads another fundamental and extremely insulting misread of McCoy's character by someone who is clearly making a Choice to cast McCoy as the villain, because they have to get him out of the way of spirk, because they're too???? idk immature??? to realize that even when you're in a relationship with one person, other ppl can and SHOULD still be important to you]

Me: lmao I hope I AM too much actually!!!! I hope it is 100% obnoxious how much I love that doctor!!!!! Time to write more versions of the same story of McCoy being forced to realize that he is loved and cared for!!!!!!

Me: I KNOW MY NICHE AND IMMA DIE IN THAT NICHE, THANKS

[teddybeartoji]

i have just ONE more big thing to do today and then i can fuck around in peace but oh my god it's so annoying .

[shannonsketches]

like why did they change where Vegeta was when Cell announced the cell games in the anime

why did they make this vegeta starting shit with yamcha instead of chillin in the lab with his family? why did they take Bulma out of the lab? Why'd they say she was Out while Dr Brief was repairing 16? Why did they change Bulma working on advanced robotics to running in late with her baby?

it's the same scene except: - Bulma's actively at work being a scientist - Vegeta's not being rude to her (or anyone else!) - Vegeta waits for Trunks instead of leaving the room - Cell interrupted the airwaves, which means Trunks and Vegeta were just hanging out with Bulma and Dr B while they were working

Those are all Great Character Details!! That the anime rails against!!

[emeriesmate]

Where did Feyre's human heart go ?

She make fun of Lucien because he have human friends.

She is disgust by Jurian ( because he wanted to helped his people aka humans. Which is also what Feyre was )

She just accept that Rhysand told that neither side ( Humans and Fearies ) is not innocent. Which makes absolutly no sense.

[uncanny-tranny]

I think every artist needs to experience the sheer rage of learning how wrong you were about something and exactly where you went wrong. As weird as it sounds, it's grounding and can be really awe-inspiring after you're done being pissed off. It reminds me that there is so much in this world I don't know, that I need to turn every stone, or I will feel my brain peeling itself with longing

[sereniv]

anyway 4 alive people doesnt justify over 200 dead

[lemongogo]

ok im normal again

[pajama-han]

I'm fine. (TOTK minor spoilers under the cut)

[savage-rhi]

Fuschia/Magenta?

[k9effect]

Society if CONSENT was involved as a base requirement in the AI generative process

[pardonmydelays]

Did Lin say anything about Palestine? I couldn't find it and you know about everything he does

either he didn't (which is just as disappointing) or i missed it (because i definitely don't know everything). i think the first one. which makes me sad.

but it's not only about palestine when it comes to taylor, it's also about swifties sending death threats to joe alwyn only knowing one side of the story & basically treating him like a trash (one of the reasons i don't want to be part of this fandom, it's just embarrassing at this point), it's about her new relationship that feels so fucking fake (are you trying to tell me that this was a real conversation? sorry but i don't buy it), it's about so many things... that i don't even want to discuss at the moment. she's not the person she used to be & i'm sick of all of this.