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Vaggie is not a bad girlfriend.
I know there are some Vaggie haters out there and don't get me wrong I understand why. But you're hating her for the wrong reasons. Her character wasn't completely fleshed out right in my opinion and I think that's why so many people hate her character. She's a dependent and honestly can you blame her? Her entire life was killing sinners under the guise of helping heaven. She leaned on other sisters who were said to be "just like her." She depended on them because they were the only family she knew. That WE know of. Imagine being so close to someone and you make a decision out of complete mercy for someone else. Someone you see as innocent and in doing that, you're severely punished and abandoned by people you considered family. I could even say Vaggie has a touch of Stockholm syndrome but Charlie doesn't do this intentionally. You basically took two broken girls who suffer from abandonment issues and expected them to be stable. Let's be real for a couple in hell with abandonment issues, Stockholm syndrome, dependency issues, ect and they actually do come off to be the most healthy if not for one obvious factor. Vaggie's hidden past. Now let me be clear, the Stockholm syndrome bit is obviously not intentionally. Charlie is just doing her best to be helpful and help her out and in doing that Vaggie had a deep dependency in her. So much so that being honest about her past put her into possibly sever panic attacks. I wouldn't be surprised if Vaggie had tried and would have mental break downs because of it. After all, the people she knew she could trust with everything saw her, heard her spare someone and their reaction was to rip everything from her and leave her for the worst fate possible. Could you picture what could have happened if Vox, Alastor or hell forbid Valentino found her instead of Charlie. Especially Alastor of all people, imagine someone with Vaggie's determination and loyalty behind Alastor's command. Instead she was shown true kindness in a place that was suppose to hurt her, where the place that was known for good and kindness hurt her beyond words. Yes, she fucked up. She hid a lie for almost four years. I can understand every reason both parties have for being afraid/hurt and betrayed in a sense. Vaggie despite being in the best place never truly mentally healed from her pain. Not until her meeting with Carmilla did she truly accept her actions and move on for it thus gaining her wings back. Yes you could say it was her desire to protect her girlfriend but I also believe it was an acceptance that her way wasn't going to help in the long run.
Vaggie did everything she could to try and make up for the wrong she did, her not telling Charlie wasn't just hiding but it was her own silent torture. She believed she deserved to be hated and the idea of Charlie loving her despite her actions was far more insane then redemption itself. So in not telling her, she tortured herself further. Believing she did not deserve to be forgiven and every loving gesture, gentle kiss, touch was another knife in her heart telling her she deserved none of it and her guilt was her punishment. Vaggie was in her own personal hell, in her eyes, being loved over a lie. Not being able to tell the truth despite wanting too, her guilt and self loathing pushing her deeper into a pit she couldn't get out of alone. So her response was to push herself out of her comfort zone for Charlie, for the one person who truly showed her true kindness and love no matter what would happen to Vaggie, she'd do anything if it meant Charlie was happy, if it meant she could be forgiven for what she viewed as HER sins. Vaggie is not a bad girlfriend, She literally went to someone who had been confirmed to have murdered an exorcist. The value of her life is so low to her and all she clearly cares about is Charlie getting what she needs. if anything she's bad at self love and she's slowly working her way to loving herself as much as she loves Charlie. That's where I feel her arc is going, being better for herself and for Charlie. Sorry for the rant. Feel free to add your own comments, I obviously forgot some things xD Just went off on a rant about this cause I honestly despise all the hate Vaggie gets, as a girlfriend and as a character.
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saw you do familial reqs? damian with an older brother figure reader would be so awesome.. bonus points if heâs also some moody bat and just kinda sees himself in damian. he used to be a sort of outcast himself, so he can empathize with damian when dame feels like heâs sort of ostracized from the other robins or bat fam members.
Annual New Robin Trip
Summary: Damianâs been Robin long enough that itâs his turn to go on the Robin Trip Pairing: Damian Wayne & Brother!reader Wc: 4.5k tags/warnings: sibling bond, both were child assassins, Bruce is bad at parenting
Dick was the bubbly, bumbling Robin. People used to say he was truly a circus kid; flipping from chandeliers and being a little terror. Although everyone is pretty sure he was definitely out for blood whenever he had the chance. He would tell the most awful puns while fighting and Bruce wouldnât even scold him.Â
Jason was just happy to be there, he had everything he could ever ask for and he was taken in by Batman! Oh, boy- oh, boy! He would hide under the cape and yell boo to all the petty criminals Bruce let him fight. Until he couldnât anymore.Â
Tim had the easiest life prior to donning the R on his chest. After that, he was the worst Robin. Not because he was bad; Tim was arguably the best Robin during his career but because he never got to experience the things Dick or Jason had. He was left picking up the pieces after Jasonâs death, holding Bruce together to the best of his abilities. He went out on patrols alone, with no cape to hide under or any grumpy adult to hold in a chuckle.Â
Stephanie wanted to prove a point, she pushed Bruce in ways Tim didnât. But in the end, she was pushed to the side. No one even remembers her time as Robin. The girl Robin, the blonde one. It was only what⌠seventy-five days? Why would anyone remember her? Forgotten in the murky waters of Batmanâs timeline. Erased.Â
Damian wasnât as fortunate. He didnât come from Gotham or a traveling circus hiding a cult. He came from the Raâs Al-Ghul, he came from the demon head. Born a killer, bathed in the pitâ his life was cursed from the beginning. Sorrow and rot; thatâs what his life was even after he put on the Robin suit. Despite being the only Robin connected to Batman by blood, he was the biggest outside in the bunch.Â
He couldnât do anything right. He kept messing upâ his father was constantly disappointed by him and he couldnât figure out what he was doing wrong. Heâs doing what he was taughtâ the blade. He hadnât meant to take another lifeâ he was trying to be better. But he doesnât realize when heâs going too far because, for him, the limit didnât exist until less than a year ago.
You could relate to that⌠all too well.Â
âWhat do you want?â Damian grits when he spots you on his desk, messing with one of his countless knives. He hides his face, not wanting to show a weaknessâ his weakness. âI thought father threw you out.â Some time ago, maybe two months ago, you and Bruce had gotten into an explosive argument that ended with a frozen pork chop on your eye and a frozen bag of peas on his chin before he told you never to come back.
âHe did,â You hum, unfurling yourself from the desk and standing tall. âI know the security systemâ and Pennyworth let me back inside.â You smile.Â
âPennyworth shows little loyalty to father,â He spits, sitting on the bed.Â
âHe shows plenty, Damian. He knows something that Bruce doesnât, at the moment.â You tilt your head as you add the last part. Bruce will find out sooner than later anyway, might as well tell him.
âAnd whatâs that?â He asks arms crossed as he glares at you. You look away and huff, rolling your head onto your shoulder.Â
âI need his opinion on something, something important.âÂ
âAnd youâre in my room?â
âI also wanted to speak to you,â You admit. âYouâve been here long enough for us to continue the tradition.â He pauses, hand settling on the dagger he keeps in his pocket.Â
âWhat sort of tradition?â The only traditions heâs used to are fights or death; neither of which is he in the mood for.Â
âNothing like the League, I can assure you. I.. I take all the Robins on a⌠bonding trip after theyâve settled in.â You explain, now sitting on a chair. âI took Jason to the arcade and a library in Prague, Tim to my familyâs annual barbecue and fishing, and Stephanie to this spa retreat for the weekend. Itâs your turn.â
âWhy would I care for this⌠bonding trip?â He asks, setting the dagger down. âIâm not like the othersâ Iâm better. I donât need some stupid trip with a rejected hero,â Shrugging, you look at the mirror on his wardrobe. You see Damian, sitting while glaring at you. You see yourself, staring at the signs of age and tiredness on your, admittedly, not old body.Â
âTalk to the others about it, just not Richie. He never got one.â Leaving, Damian thinks for a second before he follows after you. As quiet as a mouse, he slips into the cave after you, clinging to the darkness as heâs been trained to do.Â
âIs it that time already?â Dick asks when you enter with your hands in your pockets. Heâd been talking with Bruce about something, but he was too far to hear. Bruce spins around, looking you up and down with a watchful gaze.Â
âI have news,â You roll your eyes when Dick pulls you into a hug. âAbout my assignment.â
âNo one assigned you to it,â Bruce reminds you, guilt flashing over his eyes. You shrug and lean against your older brother, your head resting on his shoulder. He squeezes your arm, happy to see you again. Heâs always been happy to see his first baby brother safe and sound; at home.Â
âI found their base; took them down, too.â You tell them, fighting the urge to tuck into yourself. âThey were hiding out in Australia.â
âDid you kill them?â Bruce asks. Damian pressed against a rock, his small figure hidden perfectly as he watched the three of you. You donât answer, but your eyes drift to the ground when Bruce sighs through his nose. âI have one rule.â
âI know,â You stress, pulling away from Dick. âI know! But I didnât mean to! But they wouldnât give me any other choice; do you think I wanted to kill them? I tried to save them,â
âClearly not hard enough,â Bruce blinks and Damian falters in the same way you did. Bruce had said the same thing to him not even three hours ago. âYou shouldâve contacted me. I couldâve saved them.â
âI tried,â You stress. âI called and I sent letters. I- Iâ You never answered me! I didnât want to kill them!âÂ
âB,â Dick puts a hand on your shoulder as you sniff and look away. âYou know that they wouldnât go; he had to.âÂ
âWe couldâveââ
âGod! Youâd think after raising one child assassin he'd be better at this.â You spit and wipe your nose. âYouâre still shit at helping us.â
â(Y/n),â Bruce sighs. âYou know I love you and I love Damian, youâre my sons.â He holds your shoulder and you falter, biting the inside of your cheek.Â
âHell of a way of showing it.â He doesnât apologize, Bruce doesnât know the word sorry but he hugs you. You donât hug back, just pat his shoulder until he pulls away.
âIâm glad youâre home safe.â He whispers before he finally pulls away. âItâs a shame you had to kill them.â Nodding, you look at Dick.Â
âI had to kill my parents,â You admit, trying to keep yourself composed when he frowns and immediately hugs you. âThey kept calling me and calling me, begging me to join them again. I couldnât⌠Iâm tired of killing. I see them when I sleep, their faces. Their blood was so warm.â
Damian looks away, flashes of the people heâs killed plays through his mind and he leaves the cave. He needs to be alone. His eyes are stinging and heâs sure if he breathes any harder heâs going to be spotted.
âAside from that,â You clear your throat and fix your clothes. âDamianâs been Robin for⌠some time now. Itâs nearing the time where I take the new Robin out for a trip.âÂ
âIf he agrees,â Bruce nods.Â
âI still havenât been taken out for a trip,â Dick dramatically sighs.Â
âYouâre older than me. Youâre supposed to take me.âÂ
âCan I?â He gleams and you shake your head with a smile before walking away. âPlease!â
âNo, Dickie. You suck at planning,â
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You donât spend the night at the manor; it hasnât felt like home in years. You hate your old room, you hate how Bruce hasnât touched it since youâve gone; everything besides that stupid broken picture frame. Itâs been swept up, and replaced with a different frame.Â
And somehow, the picture that was inside sits on your kitchen island.Â
Your current place is temporary, rented out on a monthly basis with some shady landlord you donât truly care about. The lease is hardly a day old, so for someone to have known where you lived they mustâve been recently following you. For them to have access to the picture theyâve been in the manor. Because thatâs the same picture, you know because thereâs an inky, smudged fingerprint on the back.Â
âYou were close to my father?â Damian asks as you enter the living room, still holding the picture in your loose grip.Â
âThick as thieves,â You grin, although thereâs no happiness or warmth behind it. Setting the table on the side table, you sit next to Damian.Â
âYou mentioned your family's barbecue earlier but theyâre assassins. Assassins donât do family barbecues,â He should know.Â
âDifferent family,â You breathe in, staring down at him while he looks around the dingy apartment. âI⌠My blood family are assassins and yeah; no family barbecues. But eh⌠Iâm sort of married,â You laugh and his head snaps to you. âYup, I got married at twenty. Love of my life, theyâre wonderful. I consider their family my own,â He tuts at the idea of love and you remember yourself doing the same thing when you were his age.Â
âI assume they know?â
âMy spouse does, yes. Their family⌠do not. Itâs not exactly something theyâd want to hear about their son-in-law.â
âDoes father know youâre married?âÂ
âNoâ maybe,â You shrug. âIf he does heâs never mentioned it. I donât hide it but I never bring them around him.â He tuts and stands up. You watch with a careful eye as he struts into your kitchen and steps up to the counter, climbing to reach the cabinet and then standing to reach the top shelf to grab a cup. He rinses it out before opening the fridge.Â
His nose turns up at the options and you hold back a laugh, watching as he picks out the water jug before pouring himself a glass. He sniffs the water, eyeing you wearily before holding the cup to you.Â
God, youâd done the same exact thing to Bruce when you first arrived.Â
Taking a sip, he seems content when you donât have a reaction other than pouring yourself a cup and slowly sipping his drink.
âI assume youâre from the Shadows?â Heâs strutting back to the couch while you lean against the counter, holding the cup by the rim with the ends of your fingers.Â
âShadow adjacent. Subsection created about fifty years back,âÂ
âSo you were born into it?â He sets the now empty cup on the table and picks up the picture, carefully examining it, and then checks the date on the back. âFor twelve years before you met Father.â
âI was,â You nod. âJoined Bruce and Dickie.â
âBefore you gave up.â He adds. You laugh, shaking your head before finishing your water in one big gulp.Â
âDamian, I didnât give up. I was⌠I couldnât live up to Bruceâs expectations. Itâs hard not killing but I tried. I tried for years. But every time I went out someone died. So, I learned to use computers, I stayed in the cave and watched over everyone. I was the Oracle before Oracle was a thing.âÂ
âYou were a coward,â He corrects with a tight voice. âYou gave up and hid inside of the cave when you couldâve helped people!âÂ
âDamian. Itâs not cowardly to stop trying. Because I did eventually go back, but it was under my rules. I stopped listening to Bruceâs voice, his rules, his insane expectations. Dick mentioned you like Veil?â
âI do,â He gives one curt nod. âTheyâre effective and father gives them high praise.â
âThatâs me, Damian.â You grin and for a moment, his jaw goes slack but he quickly composes himself. âYou can call Bruce. I have the suit in my closet⌠help yourself, I guess,â Watching as he rushes into your bedroom, he shuffles through clothes before he pulls out your suit.Â
âI suppose youâre not a coward.â He settles in when he neatly puts the suit back in its spot.Â
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âYes, Bruce?â You sigh, phone placed between your ear and shoulder as youâre sorting through laundry. âWhat do you want from me? My soul? My last piece of self-worth?â
â(Y/n),â He sighs that old man sigh heâs started doing after Jason came back and he realized he had to deal with two homicidal sons. Three now. âDamian has requested you at the manor.â
âTell him I want to experience the Robin Trip.â You hear Damian say and you smile. âFather, tell him!â He demands and you think you can hear him stomping his foot.Â
âHe wants you to take him on the Robin Trip,â Bruce relays.Â
âIâll be there in an hour. Pack enough clothes for about five days. Nothing fancy, either.â
You arrive in your trusty mom van. Itâs a lovely seven-seater with plenty of trunk space and a rack on the top. Of course, Alfred wouldnât let you just stay in the driveway. No, it was late so of course, you had to stay for dinner and youâll leave in the morning. Pinky promise.Â
âReject is back,â Jason grins, giving you a tight hug. You hug him back, swaying him from side to side. Youâd missed him when you came over the week prior; something Dick says he simply will not stop complaining about.Â
âOh, hey,â Tim looks up from his dinner plate and offers a nod. You never did get too close to him; he never wanted an older brother. He wanted Bruce and you simply werenât him. You nod back, running your fingers along Jasonâs head before he shoves your hand away; chiding that heâs not a kid anymore.Â
âHmph!â Damian stands between you and Jason, arms crossed as he looks between the two of you. You smile and ruffle his hair despite his protests and threats.Â
âStaying for dinner?â Bruce asks from the head of the table, reading the daily newspaper. Even though itâs well into the afternoon, almost night.Â
âAt Pennyworth's insistence,â You nod, detaching yourself from Jason and Damian. âUnless thereâs an issue with that.â You add.Â
âNo,â He shakes his head while setting the paper down. âNone at all, please, stay. Thereâs always a room open for you.â
âAside from the times he kicks us out,â Jason pretends to whisper while Dick barrels down the stairs. You think he did trip at some point but he caught himself.Â
âI missed you!â He squeezes you just as tightly as youâd squeezed Jason and you cringe, patting his back. Jason snickers while Damian tuts and heads to his seat at the table.
âYou saw me last week, Dickie.â Youâre put back on your feet and Dick sighs, leaning away from the hug but holds you still.Â
âAfter not seeing you for months!â He adds, the smile dropping as he checks you over. This time in proper lighting. âGod, leaving me here alone with Bruce. Iâve had to smile every single day with him waiting for you.â He mutters just loud enough that you can hear.Â
âNot like I had a choice,â You grit, eyes flickering to the table. âDinner?â You sigh.Â
âYes, do take a seat.â Alfred smiles. âIâve prepared your favorite, Master (Y/n).â
âYou shouldnât have,â You smile at him.Â
âYou really shouldnât have,â Jason sighs and turns to Damian. âHe has the worst taste in food.âÂ
âJason, not everyone likes burgers dipped in cheese and barbecue sauce.â
âExactly,â He nods as if youâve proved his point.
Surprisingly, dinner goes off without a hitch. There were not more than ten snarky remarks, not once did someone awkwardly fake cough to move the conversation along, and everyoneâs food remained on their plates.Â
âWhere will we be going?â Damian asks after insisting he walks you to your bedroom.Â
âYouâll see,â You grin. âI think youâll like it.âÂ
âI do not like none-answers,â He huffs, crossing his arms. âYou could be leading me into a trap.â
âBruce approved,â Is all youâre willing to give him. It satiates him for now and he stands at your door, waiting for you to go inside. âBe ready by five, we should leave early.â
âAlright,â He nods and walks away before stopping midstep. âSleep well, (Y/n).â
âGoodnight, Damian.â He nods and continues into his room.Â
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At five on the dot, Damian knocks on your door. You open it, already dressed and packed. Heâs the same, with a large bag slung over his shoulders and an almost happy expression on his face.Â
âHead downstairs, I need a couple of things.â He hums and turns on his heel while you look around your room. Grabbing one of the first books youâd fallen in love with, you slip it into your bag and then your first-ever sketchbook.Â
Once youâre downstairs, Alfred hands you a metal mug with your favorite breakfast drink, then a neatly wrapped breakfast sandwich, and then a light lunch. He knows you wonât stay for breakfast and wishes you farewell. You thank him and load up the minivan, Damian sits in the passenger seat and you have to question if he should be in the back. And in a booster seat.Â
For some reason, you donât think heâd take to sitting in a booster seat.Â
Driving off, you play calm music and sip your drink. Heâs quietly eating next to you, careful to not get crumbs in the car. He falls asleep halfway into the drive, his head hanging in an awkward position so you maneuver to lower the seat for him. He stirs awake, grabbing your wrist as youâre moving away but he drops it once he realizes itâs you and slowly falls back asleep.Â
Eventually, you reach your farm. A lovely place in a lovely town that has flea markets every Friday and everyone keeps their doors unlocked.Â
Your land is sectioned off by a lovely oak fence, spreading across the eight acres, a dull red mailbox with the hand up greets you and you check the box. Thereâs a small package and two letters that you toss onto the dashboard.Â
Damian wakes up as youâre driving up, his eyes finding the cows and chickens you keep lazily chewing on the grass. He sees a wild fox, chasing a wild rabbit through the lawn, scaring a group of pigs inside of their pen in front of a horse stable.
He sniffs the air, confused. It doesnât smell like livestock and he knows how livestock farms smell.Â
âWhere are we?â He asks, craning his neck to look behind him. Thereâs nothing but open fields for miles but he can see a house in the distance.Â
âMy house,â He turns back to you. âI have a homesteadâ itâs just a fancy word for living on a farm, really.âÂ
âYou do believe in botulism, correct?â He sneers, stepping out of the van. You bark a laugh and nod.Â
âIâm not crazy about itâ I just raise my animals and tend to my crops when Iâm not out being Veil.â
âWhy would you decide to live here?â He asks and you notice his tone isnât as harsh as it once was. His eyes scan over your fields with a look almost similar to contentment. He looks at the cow with a fondness you can share while you collect your bags. âYouâre an assassin, not a farmer.â
âI can be many things,â You shrug. âIâm a farmer, a vigilante, a painter, a former assassin. Iâm not bound by one thing. Donât you have hobbies?â
âI have no time for such trivial matters,â He turns his nose up as he pushes inside the house.Â
âRaâs is a doctor on the side. Dick is a detective. Jason takes care of the orphaned kids. Tim runs a company. Iâve seen his skateboard collection. Iâve seen Dick teach gymnastics at the local gyms. Bruce has his charities and all of his foundations. Jason has an enormous collection of books.â
âI only read informative books, anything else is a waste of my time.â
âMaybe,â You shrug. âLet me show you to your room, youâll settle down and then meet me in the kitchen. Take as much time as you need, thereâs no rush.â He nods and you show him to the guest room. Itâs incredibly plain but nice. You shut the door behind you and text Bruce that youâve arrived without any hiccups. He doesnât reply but you see that heâs read the text and you go about your day.Â
You have a pair of old working boots from your spouse's nephew visiting; they should fit Damian just fine. Setting them on the bench, you slip yours on and wait for him. He doesnât take long, walking down with careful eyes until he sees you.Â
âI assume Iâm to wear these?â You nod and he tuts, slipping them on. âWhat type of training is this?âÂ
âYouâre going to learn patience and to enjoy life.â You smile, ruffling his hair before tossing him an egg basket.Â
âThatâs ridiculous.âÂ
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Dick reacts with hearts as you're sending him pictures of Damian collecting duck and chicken eggs. Videos of him milking cows and cleaning out the pig pens. Heâs glad that Damian is having fun, each picture and video seems to have Damian in a better mood. You send him pictures of his drawings and he remarks that heâs already talented with a pencil. You donât tell him that heâs gotten into reading, too. But you do tell Jason, swearing him to secrecy.Â
You look up at Damian as he sits on your porch, an easel and canvas in front of him as he paints your backyard. Itâs only been three days but youâd like to think youâve made an impression on him. Heâs woken up earlier than you to feed the animals, he enjoys talking to them and tells you that your defenses are subpar. So you took him into town to grab items to make your fence stronger.Â
He hated when the townsfolk would coo at him, remark that heâs such a strong boy for carrying the wood and bags while you carried the metal and other bags. You wonder how heâs going to like the flea market. You hope it wonât be overwhelming for him; you know it was for you the first time you went.Â
âWhat happens when they die?â He suddenly asks, still painting one of your cows. Looking up from your phone, you stare at the back of his head and then the painting.Â
âYou know how Iâm a metahuman, right?â He nods. âI can⌠see how much longer anything living has. And I can communicate with animals, so, I tell them. I tell them that they donât have much longer. Sometimes they ask to be left in peace. To die naturally. Other times they tell me to get it over with; theyâre ready. If they ask that, Iâll⌠take them to the butcher. They agree, of course.â
âSo the meat weâve eaten these past daysâŚâ
âThat was from my chicken Mile and my cow Dan-Loop.â
âWhy? How could you?â You notice that his grip on the paintbrush is tightening and you inch closer to him.Â
âBecause itâs what they wanted. They know theyâre farm animals, they know that humans eat their meat. They know. And some of them donât care. They live happily here. And I give them the option of what they want to do. One time, one of my pigs was dying and SeaSaw told them that he wanted to be released. Travel as far as he could before he returned to the Earth. I watched that pig run and run for a while before he turned and looked at me. He thanked me and went up that hill and stared at the sunset.â
âIsnât it hard?â He asks. âRaising all these animals knowing youâre going to outlive them.â
âIt is. But I also know that Iâm giving them an amazing life. Itâs better than them being stuck in cruel mills. Theyâre seen and heard. And trust me, if those ducks and chickens were angry, your hand would be picked at for trying to take their eggs.â Damian nods, looking down at you. Youâre looking at your animals, taking in the setting sun.Â
âDo you think father would let me start a farm?â
âMaybe. Ask him on a good day. If he does, you can take Jerry. He likes you,â Damian beams, knowing exactly which animal youâre talking about.Â
âOkay, thank you.â
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âWhy did you leave and come here?â Damian asks as youâre driving to the flea market. âYou mentioned you couldnât stand being around father.â The question makes you think about your years with Bruce, all the things heâd taught, and the things you spent years unlearning. Things werenât all bad with Bruce, though. You still cherish your fond memories like the first time heâd taken you to the ice cream parlor or when heâd taken you to the Monterey Bay Aquarium after he saw you watching Nemo too many times in a row for it to be a simple obsession.Â
âBruce and I have a complicated history. And sometimes, to love someone, you need to stay away. I canât see your father too often; itâs too painful. I care about him; Iâm sure he cares about me but itâs too much. Weâre too different. And coming here was likeâŚâ You purse your lips. âI was finally free from what I'd become. I could live a separate life from my place in the family. I had no obligations here; I made it my own.â
âWhatâs your place?â He asks, sparing you a glance.Â
âI wasnât the best at what I did. I was angry, a lot. I donât know if youâve met yet, but Mr. Fox would say I was moodier than Bruce. I was violent; I wasnât sure of my place in any of this. I kept trying to prove myself to Bruce but I kept failing. I felt like a mistake for a long while.â He looks down at his lap, messing with his jeans before he speaks up again.Â
âWhat made that feeling go away?â
âGetting hobbies.â You admit. âI drew a lot. I made friends. I got closer to Dick and Jason. I removed Bruce from that pedestal and saw him for the man he is. Not as the man I wanted him to be.âÂ
âWhat man is he?â
âHeâs like us. Heâs flawed and he makes mistakes. Heâs not perfect and neither are we. Weâre all trying. Now, come on. Your father gave you five thousand so you can buy whatever you want.â
He smiles and grabs the bag from the dashboard, leaving you in the dust while he admires the homemade objects people are selling.
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Hi I was originally gonna make a post analyzing all the blackmail available in PJED but I got sidetracked and just analyzed Desmond's
Theories below the readmore! Warning for spoilers
Desmond: with weapons at his disposal, he guards the only person he trusts
So Eva told Damon that it meant he had weapons at his disposal, which he does, but I find it interesting that we never see the picture that goes along with it. We see Cassidyâs image (despite her secret being an undertale reference) so this feels intentional
Which leads me to believe that the photo attached to that secret will be revealed eventually (if it wasnât burnt to ash when Eva died), and that it might reveal who exactly the person he trusts is. Which leaves one question: who is it?
Before I get into theorizing I'd like to preface this saying that it's very possible that the blackmail is just trying to say that Desmond only trusts himself and is able and willing to defend himself, which is how Damon and Eva interpreted the secret.Â
However, they're interpretation may not be the correct interpretation. Heâs notorious so far for assuming the worst of and underestimating people in this game, and Eva could've been hiding information, so it's not a stretch to say that this is another instance of that.
But anyway, I think the person Desmond trusts is Eloise, and hereâs my evidence for that, loosely ordered from least to most convincing.
Theyâre often seen together in promotional art
At the beginning of the game theyâre both in the courtyard, and they continuing to hang out throughout the game (granted this could be interpreted as Desmond trying to get closer with her, since in the FTE'S he expressed a desire to get close with everyone and Eloise expressed the exact opposite)
When Desmond is trying to explain his roommates idea Eloise helps him out, sheâs also the first person to question separating the roommates by gender
When Grace is giving Eloise shit about the blackmail Desmond comes to her defense, and it's only after this that Eloise hands the blackmail over
He's also seen comforting her after Grace tackles her during the investigation, and is the first to insist challenging Grace to get into Wolfgang's room.
During the class trial Desmond backs up Eloiseâs criticism of Grace, and when people start suspecting Desmond, Eloise is quick to come to his defense
And by quick I mean she reacts to it before Desmond does, and you have to agree with Eloise to progress the game
Judging by how the group tends to read people AND what's revealed about the both of them in their freetime events, I could see a situation form where people are more scared of Desmond (with the marksmen talent, involvement in case 1 via the taser, and the blackmail) even though Eloise is a much bigger threat (with her threatening Damon in her first FTE and being very wary of the cast in general)
Which could be an interesting parallel with their respective animals with sharks being over hated while swans are way more violent than people give them credit forÂ
Speaking of animal symbolism, it's also worth noting how several species of sharks have been seen forming friend groups, and how swans most often display violent behavior when their chicks or mates are threatened.
Now why he trusts her is still up for debate, but judging by the evidence my best bet would be that they were friends outside of the deathgame. Ingrid did mention being named an Ultimate a year before attending the academy, so it's possible they met through that.
I saw some people theorizing that he may be a bodyguard and this might be like a Peko situation, but I personally doubt that in connection with this theory. Mostly because in Eloise's freetime events it seems like she isn't in the best financial situation, meanwhile in Desmond's its confirmed his family is rather well off.
How likely do I think that this is actually the case? Idk like⌠60%. I couldâve completely misread things, this was mostly just me rambling lol
#project edens garden#project edenâs garden#p:eg spoilers#p:eg#Desmond Hall#Eloise Taulner#Damon Maitsu#Eva Tsunaka
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"Choso! Did you eat my cookies?!"
He looks up eagerly from the couch, where he's currently flipping through one of the books you've lent him, only to wince at your expression looming over him. Choso tried for a smile.
"Uh, no. Maybe Yuuji ate them? You can go ask him."
"I don't need to." You yank the book from his hands and glare accusingly at him. Did he really think you would believe his five year old brother could possibly do such a thing? "Because unless Yuuji had a sudden growth spurt, I don't think he can reach the top shelf."
"You know that's why we put a step ladder there, right?"
"Oh? What's this then?"
Like a hawk you swoop in and brush off crumbs from Choso's shirt with a triumphant crow. "Have you anything to say for yourself?"
"They're my...cookies?"
"I can't believe it." Your shoulder sag; imaginary pearls are clutched as you fall back against the couch next to him. "My best friend and roommate - a liar, a thief and one cold-hearted man to try and pin it on a hapless toddler."
"You two-faced cookie monster!"
A cushion's smacked into him - Choso lets out a startled 'oof!' before indignantly whipping the blanket you had yanked over for yourself off in revenge. "Hey, they were that good, alright?"
"Excuses! First my dorayaki, next my mochi, now this? You've gone too far." Arms crossed, you shake your head in mock disappointment. "You're hereby fired from the position of my best friend."
"You can't do that! I've known you for years! I know exactly what time you can't sleep at night, I know how you like your coffee, I know what you did back in third grade with Soga Saito-"
"Stop -! Shut up, you're fired." Pointedly you roll onto your side.
Choso struggles to come up with a witty comeback, turning to you and trying to pull you back. "Well, fine, I don't wanna be your best friend anyway. What about boyfriend?"
"Oh, so that's how you're going to play it, the whole meh-I-don't-wanna - what. Wait, wait, wait. What."
Top ten worst ways to accidentally confess to a longtime crush on your (former) best friend that had gradually grown worse and worse over the time you both spend living under the same roof, seeing you walk out the door on some nameless date, know nobody but him knows what happened on Saturday the eleventh and he's still not the one you're kicking your feet for, all excited over just from a single text? Choso gulps. Top three, actually.
He can pretend you misheard, right? But the longer you go on gaping at him the more sweat collects into a bead on his forehead and on his palms. Choso slowly shifts away, never breaking eye contact.
"Well, I meant boyfriend as in, boy friend. Best male friend. You know?" His laugh sounds canned, like a badly made 1990s movie. "Are you - are you giving me the silent treatment now?"
"I mean - I - I have - just -"
"Did I say something weird? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you into an awkward position, or anything -"
The smile you have on is like you ate those cookies and not him. Really sweet and tasty cookies. Choso flushes.
"I mean, I'm just saying, but I guess I gotta find a new best friend now, male or otherwise, since you're promoted to boyfriend now."
Did you know one time my best friend fired me from being their best friend and we're not dating but I got replaced with a potato and was told I'd be sold for $1 fries.
#sunny's scenarios#choso x reader#choso x you#choso x y/n#choso kamo x reader#choso kamo x you#choso kamo x y/n#choso fluff#jjk x reader
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Awww See Your Love, I'm going to miss your weird and crazy energy. This finale really encapsulates the best (and worst) of the show, but if there was one thing that was consistent throughout the series, it was that unique Taiwanese flavor.
The final episode makes it clear that we are watching at least three different shows at once: a sweet romance between Shaopeng and Zixiang, an odd couple comedy with Feng Jie and Xin Jia, and a barely there sapphic storyline with Jessica and Shuhe. All with varying degrees of success. I'll start with my least favorite and go up from there: Whatever happened with Feng Jie/Jonathan was fun, I really had a good time with them, especially in the early rounds with the ridiculous assassination attempts and cat and mouse game they had going, but as time went on and the script didn't have much room for them and simply didn't know how to integrate Xin Jia into the main story, they lost the spark (I was a bit disappointed that we got the answer to what really happened in their "first night", I wish it had been kept a mystery).
We had Jessica and Shuhe for about three weeks - and 5 minutes of screen time - but it was enough to show clear potential, we never get saphic storylines in Taiwanese BL shows, so I was pleasantly surprised by their natural chemistry, the writing done for them was highly beneficial, avoiding some of the traps usually seen with this kind of characters. So it's a shame we didn't get more out of them, there was clearly a lot of potential here.
Now for the crème de la crème: Shaopeng and Zixiang⌠it was just⌠dare I say "perfect" might be the word for them. The writing, the direction, the craftsmanship behind the show, it was clear that the series revolved around them, and both actors stepped up to the plate and delivered easily two of the best performances in the genre. And I will single out Shaopeng's Jin Yun: simply the best acting of any Taiwanese show in 2024 (would go as far as to say one of the best in general television of the past year). Playing a deaf-mute character is no small challenge, but having a disabled character like him as the protagonist elevated everything, and in the hands of a lesser actor it could have been a disaster. Fortunately, he was more than ready, and while Raiden Lin's Zixiang did some heavy lifting, it was Shaopeng who kept the story moving forward.
This show was always deceptively cute and wacky. It often hid what it was trying to say behind silly visual gags and cartoonish sound effects, luring viewers into a false sense of security before delivering emotional punches that left everyone reeling.
With mixed results, I would say; many felt that the attempted assault scene with Shuhe was jarring and unnecessary â about that particular moment, I was a bit surprised that the audience was surprised, because Taiwanese shows often have a certain violent aspect to them, no matter how unassuming a show may be, and considering that we are talking about the team behind Kiseki: Dear to Me, it was to be expected.
If there was one aspect that never really clicked for me, it was the gangster subplot involving our beloved Nat Chen. Whatever they were trying to do here really felt disconnected from everything else and that is saying something, because the whole show was hanging by a thread.
After a series of shows that offered a very different taste (Unknown, The Only One, First Note of Love), this one goes back to Taiwanese BL roots and shares so much DNA with its direct predecessors (Be Loved in House: I Do, Plus & Minus, Kiseki) that it was somewhat refreshing. And after some stumbles and poorly conceived characters, Shaopeng stands as one of the greatest, if not the best, disabled protagonists a BL show has ever had.
(Also, where is my Taro and Kai cameo???)
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CAUSE THIS IS THRILLER (bark), THRILLER (bark) NIGHT
Usopp's outfit is so funny for reals
He got the whole squad laughing
Luffy enablers at it again.... (Robin.... I know.....)
The humor panels so far have been so good!!! God this arc is so funny
HE SAID ITâźď¸âźď¸
They look like birds đđ
It's just too good... luffy taking cerberus and zombies what can't he do
It's just banger after banger what can I say
Franky feeling for other people because of his guilt complex and sanji lying through his teeth and pulling out the women excuse to seem unaffected... yeah
Look at them.... look how they ate
Omg joyboy reference?? (No)
Sanji is rubbing off on usopp.... also chopper noticing that is sogeking's weapon akdhaksjak
ANOTHER SLAY!!!!!
Their priorities: I'm not strong enough, there isn't enough food, and nami isn't here
Franky going from wanting to kill brook for his jokes to making a joke like his after he hears his backstory... exactly (Robin was already enabling him before the backstory even fdagjsfha)
Sanji is altering his body and actually being on fire to communicate to us how fucking mad he is..... I need more of him going insane I do I do
My god what is he doing ALDJALAJALA
AHSAHAHQHAH THEY ARE THE SAME!!! naaah sanji wouldn't force a woman to be his wife
You cant see me but I am nodding my head in agreement over and over
You don't understand he altered his body to communicate to us how mad he is. He inploded himself and then reconstituted again. Those germa 66 genes are insane
You tell em usopp!!!! The first of many girls you've scared into defeat!!! Akdjqknql
Zoro zombie regressed to not trusting robin akdjaks he's still in there
ROBI-CHO SUPLEX??? HELL YEAAAAAH
There is zosa- [GUNSHOT GUNSHOT GUNSHOT GUNSHOT]
Super frapper gong.... he is doing combo shots with frobin... omg.... parents....
Everything is so fun I'm having such a good time reading.... and then zosan angst like damn I am being fed well here
#in the anime the guys didn't say they wanted to die aldjlajala for the kids luffy just wants to turn into a clam#thriller bark is so funny.... 'worst arc' my ass.... it's funny as hell and then we get zosan angst. best thing ever#same with skypiea but there we got really nice relationships betwen characters and nolan x calgara homoeroticism for the ages#and LORE for the ages. not like the kuma incident won't be talked about in the history books but yeah#everyone calling absalom perv salom... yeah#sanji in that fucking penguin never gets old.... also HELLO LOLA#moira fought against kaido and lost akdjsksnks is that why he became a warlord? just like whitebeard defeated crocodile?? out of spite??#also what is the land of ice where moira got oars? he also mentioned it before too... i thot he was referring to ryuma so it was wano but n#the legend of the continent puller who built a nation of villains.... okay okay oars....#oars was killed 500 years ago.... âď¸âď¸ this somehow feels important bc of its closeness to the void century etc#zombie luffy oars wanting sanjis food.... đŹđŹđŹ of course.....#oars luffy maintaining his dream... yeah yeah. also namis outfits for this arc are so sickening.... i miss them already#the zombie generals being at absalom's wedding... thats so funny..#luffy oars is so funny aldjslsn just making himself a hat and steering his giant ship... of course#you guys think they are going to make sanji mad about the clear clear fruit in the opla or completely ignore it bc his reasoning is bad#like it makes sense with the wci backstory it does but that would be spoilers lmao. so its either he wants to peep on women or nothing#i love the greek chorus of the two zombies telling the audience how they are both as bad in that regard. amazing#did ryuma use french for his attack.... there is zosan everywhere for tho-[GUNSHOTS]#zombie ryuma's design is also cool as hell.... his blood is literally fire.... come on now....#also zoro says he wants to act like this fight didnt happen... is that why he says fuck all in wano to hiyori? damn. he said i put shame#in you and your country but i will keep it quiet bc you gave me a cool sword and fight and i am actually so honorable. thats him yeah...#zombie zoro and sanji remaining tfait being that they hate (love fighting) each other... there is zosa-[GUNSHOT GUNSHOT GUNSHOT]#i forgot how much oars destroyed them... after enies lobby they seem untouchable but without their captain there... the gears are turning..#also btw i cannot believe im gonna get an answer about why the skypieans and the shandians have wings. thats insane#i am enjoying luffy oars so much it is so fun. trying to enjoy it bc i know i won't be laughing anymore once sabaody kicks in.... fuck me..#usopp and franky wanting to wait for luffy to beat oars down but zoro and sanji know... and they will KNOW soon enough....#i forgor kuma asked about ace to nami... what is going on. kuma coming from the warlord meeting too.... did he want to warn him??#he wanted to inform moria about balckbeard becoming a warlord omg here we go.... also moria being racist towards kuma hello???#and he strictly follows the government.... until here bc he lets luffy go.... christ.... he asks about ace bc he knew what blackbeard did..#reading one piece
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very glad i got to have a way better christmas especially after last year (but also after all these years) i also got amazing presents and one of them is a rotund raindeer plush that literally has mecore colours
#sunflower rambles#it's so well made#i might take a picture someday#if i had headspace basil they would fit together so well ngl#my plush army is evergrowing#i like to say this year was both my best and worst year of my life#i didnt know . well. my dad getting rid of himself would make our bond stronger#i like to think we're living much better now without him ignoring the financial problems#once we get over that we'll live a perfect life im sure
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what if vaatu got midori instead??
Well.. "got" is kinda the wrong word here because honestly, I don't see Vaatu willingly fusing with a human in most circumstances, the exceptions being Adumbration by @katkastrofa â which barely counts since it was less fusing and more him being inside her already by virtue of growing inside Raava â and my Avatar Suiren AU, in which it's done on Vaatu's terms and Suiren doesn't remain fused to him a second longer than she has to, as much as she loves her little emo kite (may or may not be falling under the influence of both Kat and @shadelorde by implying that whatever the fuck Unalaq was doing with Vaatu was coerced and barely consensual since Unalaq was the one who had the most power in that sitiation. Do with that information what you will). And if he were to, I doubt Midori would be his first choice, nor would Midori herself wish to be the Avatar, Dark or otherwise
BUT if we operate under the assumption that it does somehow happen, Vaatu would have access to all of Midori's inner workings and I'm afraid that listening to her anxiety-ridden internal monologue of "I will forever be inferior to my gorgeous, powerful and capable sister. She will always be better than me, more beloved by everyone whose opinion matters, unaware of the inescapable shadow she casts. I'm doomed to remain the pathetic, useless little sister who can't even stand up for herself" will hit way, way too close to home and he'd yeet himself out of her within five minutes
#this is exaggerated to a degree but the point still stands#Midori's psyche can be too much even for me on certain days. and I'm the older sister#imagine what it would be like for someone whose entire existence for the past 10000 years was defined by how 'good' and 'pure' his sister is#and the reverse is also true#Vaatu's resentment of Raava would just enable some of the worst thought processes in Midori#so.. yeah. not the best pair. these two#the only more positive thing I can think of is that Midori's lavabending reminds me of the way Kat describes Vaatu#a dark. warm. incandescent glow#Nightmare's art of solar eclipse Vaatu kinda shares a colour scheme with that#but that's kinda the extent of my thoughts#sorry I'm writing this out with both my parents in the either room while running on 5 hours of sleep#I both can't think properly bc they stress me out and can't tell if my tone sounds weird#but also I genuinely don't have much to say about this scenario#maybe Kat will have the desire and spoons to elaborate if she's got any more thoughts about it#but I'm not insisting since the concept doesn't match to what either of the ones involved would do#no offence#also I'm aware this ask is ancient. I'm sorry. things are always A Lot and it's hard to formulate my thoughts properly a lot of the time#Kat and Nia and their multiverse of madness#the legend of korra#vaatu#original character#sotrl midori
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Looks like I just lost another close friend to guy who isn't worth a pile of dog shit. đ
#my best friend no less#i cried about this shit practically all afternoon but i'm all out of tears and now i'm just pissed off.#this shit has been going on for a long ass time but i've finally reached my breaking point with it#i love her#but she is delusional#and it kills me to say that#but that whole ârelationshipâ (if you even want to call it that) is fake. all he cares about is money not her#the worst part is that she knows it too#oh but she âloves himâ and âwants to give him one last chanceâ girl what the fuck?#oh but better yet he dumped her once 2 years ago already and i've hated his punk ass since#never should've gotten back tother after that and i told her as much even back then#all he does is make her cry#not do anything arount their town house#and sit on his ass and watch tv or sleep when he's not working#that's the tame stuff too i could say sooo much worse but i'm actually not trying to air her dirty laundry out her#i'm just pissed off#but suddenly IM the bad guy when tell her i won't support her or this ârelationshipâ when she told me they were getting back together today#this is after i helped her and her parents ans brother move all her stuff out of the town house last Monday and back to her parents place#after she told me they were done for good#but IM the bad guy for bringing up all of fhe reasons listed above and all of the REALLY bad things about the relationship#when i tell her i won't be supporting her any longer and that i'll be walking away if she goes back to him#best part is her family agrees with me and they tell her all the things i say about him and then some#but when i go out on the line and put my heart down on the table for her and all i get back is a text saying:#âi don't really like how you're texting right now so we'll talk about this later.â#girl#i don't know whether or not i want to cry harder or strangle her#i think it's both#so yeah i think i just lost my best friend to a guy who doesn't remotly deserve her and everything kicks rocks rn#it's just like my other friend all over again#why do my friend have such dog shit taste in men
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Underrated Sibling Moment is actually mitsu being like âi dont want to go back to the captain alone are you insaneâ after ichi fumbles the loan collection and ichi has to ditch him for a few hours and mitsu can only kill time and Not think of The Inevitable until they can go back to sawashiro together as if thatâll save them from The Inevitable like if you get it You Get How Real That Was
#snap chats#the best part about getting a new phone. ââânewâââ#is that i can make goofy posts ten times faster now that i dont have to wait a year for the app to open#ANYWAY NO YK WHAT I MEAN#LIKE AS IF GOING TO YOUR PARENT TOGETHER WONT JUST GET BOTH YOUR ASSES BEAT#growing up it was the same shit with my sisters and i#if we were out of the house and knew mom was home weâd find any and every excuse to stay out until she was asleep#or she locked herself in her room to do work all night#STOOOPPP I REMEMBER THE WORST CHRISTMAS EVE EVE OF MY LIFE#my dad wanted to get lunch with my sis and i but our mom was home and in the kitchen and yk#we canât just leave without saying where weâre going ig#bro when i say my sis had a whole breakdown because she did not want to tell our mom#it was painful like TRULY#SAME PLAY OUT TOO NOW THAT I THINK OF IT in the beginning she acted Not Mad#and then very quickly Was Mad and it was just awful all around#made it very gard to enjoy lunch ngl but hey.#after that I Do Not Lie she and i just hung out at the mall for the next eight hours LMAO#but yeah. the accidental story time is integral to understanding this feeling i promise#ITS JUST SO REAL ESP WHEN YOU FUCKED UP AND YOU JUST KNOW YOUR PARENT GONNA FIND OUT LMAO#the most evil shit is when your parent starts getting mad and thrn your siblings clear like roaches#LIKE OH OK. I THOUGHT WE WERE RIDE OR DIEHDVEC#anyway shout out my man mitsu i dont mention you ever but know i see you and ily
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dude i hate this my juniors and seniors in club see me and say hi just to ask me where my best friend is
#some don't even say hi#all i am to them is my best friend's best friend#like i know we are joint at the hip#worst part is that i have social anxiety which is cured when im w a frn and shes my only close frn here#while she would still thrive without me#and nobody cares about me anyway#dude the other time one of my juniors came up to the both of us#and then she looked at my best friend#then she pointed at me and asked if i was [my name]#LIKE OKAY???? YOU COULD'VE ASKED ME?????#BITCH????#AM I AN INANIMATE OBJECT TO YOU#it was so rude i swear#not to mention that she SHOULD freaking know my name bro we've fenced so many times ITS LITERALLY BEEN A YEAR?????#istg
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i feel like the cher tweet thatâs like âWhats going on with mycareerâ
#i have to call one of my mentors tomorrow about the case i donât want to be on anymore#and she doesnât know i donât want to be on it anymore#and thereâs a chance the family might have already asked me off the case#which would be in both of our best interests and would make things easier for me but would also hurt#but in the case that they still want to work w me despite how badly i keep fucking up how tf am i supposed to say i donât want to#they were my first clients weâve been working together for a year#so i would feel kind of cruel just leaving them if they still want to work with me#but i really cannot handle balancing both of these cases at once given the logistical conflicts#and a) my other clientâs schedule is more compatible with mine & b) my other client and i just work a lot better together overall#so unfortunately i really just cannot be on this case anymore#but i have no idea how to say that in a way that doesnât sound shitty#and i also hope iâm not like in trouble or something#ugh this is all so uncomfortable and the worst i hate this#i gotta start sending out my resume to other places#vent
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eep!
#cryptic ramblings#in the tags#feelinggggg a little bit neglected by me irl friend group đ#just like. every time i say smthn/yap a lil i dont tend to get much acknowledgement??#vs the other two will always get some kinda acknowledgement etc both from me and the other (theres 3 of us)#idk im hoping its my pre-period bs talking n overanalyzing things but like... idk#bc its like. we're all stressed bc of our jobs n like other stuff#n we all share w eachother! abt those stressors! n we sympathize n offer advice n help where necessary!#like these r my Best Friends. theyd both be my Co-Smthn Of Honor when i get married!!! so i dont wanna assume smthn negative abt em yk??#but i just... yknow... feel a lil... blergh#like neglected is kinda too strong but just like.. im kinda annoying??? bothersome maybe??? idk#like if uve seen some of my other tags ive been stressed tf out over cleaning my room bc i had a certain deadline (which was today)#n last night was the worst of my stress but it was the most id done n i shared this w them but another one of em shared some their own stuff#n we all responded to them while i did not get anything n it made me feel a bit ignored đĽ´#n ik i should prob bring this up to them but like i also dont wanna guilt them into feeling likr they HAVE to respond to everything i send!!#bc sometimes i rly Do Be sending just stuff tht doesnt rly require a response like truly#n i get just not rly having anything to say either so mmmmmm idk#def think im overthinking it all n my dumb pms hormones or w/e are making me overreact as a result but i just wanted to vent a bit#get it off my chest. yk how it is#(i also hope this isnt the One Time one of em decides to hop onto tumblr after YEARS of not using it đĽ´đĽ´)#IM the resident tumblrite so itd be quite a coinkydink if one of em hopped on outta nowhere đ#...anyways... yeah thats p much it)#i love em!!! i dont think i could Not Love Em!!! but my brain's just bein rejection-sensitive or smthn#n taking the lack of responses twrd my shit as Rejections ig#is wack#end of vent. thanks if u read all this lol
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spent an hour making a list related to That Fandom, followed by an hour listening to the haunting vibe playlist, followed by an hour reading the fanfic we wrote about my band and crying actual tears bc it's the peak of comedy, followed by an hour thinking about all the things I've ever created that will never be seen by anyone either bc I don't know how to show them to people or bc people just think they're bad but either way I'll never know the true answer, and now it's 10.30pm and I've basically experienced the full spectrum of emotions: autism, existential crisis, silly, and the feeling of being unseen
#the list btw was working out which south park character canonically gets the most bitches. kyle btw#but yeah the 4th hour was typical after experiencing the adrenaline rush laugh attack high of the 3rd hour#(with an air of bittersweet nostalgia for the joys of 2nd year uni)#and the 4th hour was just thoughts of like. do you ever make the best thing you've ever made and then you don't know what to do with it#even if the thing itself isn't objectively Good. but it's still the best thing in comparison to everything else you've made#and for me it's the messily written script for that film i wrote#and the album I'd been recording since 2020 and finally finished at the start of this year#and like. both of them i spent so much time on and both were for my own enjoyment#like the process of making them is fun#but then once they're finished what do you do? do you show other people? or do you just keep it to yourself#keeping it to yourself is the safer option bc you don't know what anyone's opinion of it is#the only thing is that it feels trapped inside i guess? like you've just got it to yourself for no reason#at least put it somewhere. post it online or print/record it in physical form. so you have some way of proving it ever existed#but then if you do post it online there's only four options:#1. no one sees it bc they don't know it's there (neutral)#2. people see it and enjoy it and they tell you (good)#3. people see it and hate it and they tell you (bad)#4. people possibly see it but whether or not they engage with it you'll never know and no one says anything about it (????? worst option)#and you don't wanna be obnoxious about it by reposting it all the time so you just assume either people don't like it or just don't care#and then leave it#and it's not even anyone's fault it's just you have no idea where you stand with anything#and then that leads back to the question of why would you make something in the first place if all you're gonna do is finish it#if the process is enjoyable then just make small versions of it so the finish doesn't feel as wasted#more emphasis on the making experience. which is the fun part#idek what i'm talking about. does anyone get this#i'm not saying no one should ever make big things bc it's pointless or anything#but also what is the point in finishing something massive if it's just gonna be left collecting dust in your mind. and possibly storage#if it always feels like this i'm just gonna never finish anything ever again. and then everything will stay fun forever <3#ramble
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20/5/24
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Did well on practice run of the exam in that I managed to complete the essay in an hour
Baby potato
Ender toast
Got cuddles from my cat
#happiness diary#happiness diary: may 2024#had a hospital appointment today#guess whos getting her arm chopped up again ~#its only been a year since the mast biopsy#i mean to be fair the upcoming biopsy is the one i went about last year#they just looked at the very obvious weird mole and went nah thats normal this one on your back tho#and yeah i don't really know what that one looked like so it coulda looked super weird#but its situation wasnt as concerning as the arm mole#like its only been here for like 4 years amd its grown really big and weird#and i told that to a doctor cus they looked at it and said oh that looks like youve always had that mole#amd i said no its only been there since the last biopsy on the arm (which was not benign)#and her reply was an oh and she promptly moved on and sent me on my way#oh in response to a hey this mole has grown relly quick and i have a history of precancerous moles please consider#like i would rather not have to get my arm chopped but i would rather a biopsy to cancer any day#so you know#best case its just a weird mole cus i have a couple of those lile one looks like a fried egg#worst case its malignant and they overlooked it last year when i went in about it#the last time a doctor overlooked a mole it was malignant#it was lucky she went and got a second opinion#and even then they were both hmming and hawing about whether to remove it or not#luckily they decided to remove it but still#im doing my part so they should take me a bit more seriously#especially since i dont loke the look of it#last malignant moles its mostly been my family saying to go to the doctors#but this time i went of my own accord like a year ago#mmmm just feel like im rambling:((((#also the appointment is on a Wednesday after my exams so ive got 3 weeks of stress wednesday#im so gonna treat myself to ice cream
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beneath the mistletoe â satoru gojo
having a crush on your brother's best friend is bad enough. having that best friend look better at every family dinner is just cruel. but worst of all? he's noticed your not-so-subtle staring.
It should be illegal how Satoru Gojo manages to look better every goddamn single Christmas dinner.
You watch him over the rim of your glass as he throws his head back laughing at something your aunt just said, the sound rich and warm like honey. And it doesn't help that he's rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, giving you a perfect view of his unfairly handsome forearms.
Your grip tightens on your glass as he runs a hand through those perfect white strands of his, and you catch yourself wondering, not for the first time, if they're as soft as they look.
It's been like this for years now â ever since your brother Suguru first brought his college roommate home for the holidays, Satoru's own family being overseas.
Now he's practically part of the family, showing up to every gathering with that infuriating smile and those stupidly blue eyes that seem to find you no matter where you are in the room.
You deliberately focus on your plate, stabbing a potato with perhaps more force than necessary. But your eyes, the traitors, keep drifting back to him of their own accord. It's frustrating, really.
Almost impossible not to notice the way his white hair falls just so over his forehead, or how his jaw flexes when he's deep in thought, or the way his throat moves when he takes a sip of wine.
Not that you're looking at his throat.
You're not.
(You totally are.)
And then, because the universe hates you, he catches you staring.
Those blue eyes lock with yours across the table, and his lips curl into a faint smile that makes your stomach flip. You nearly choke on your wine, quickly averting your gaze to study the tablecloth like it's the most fascinating thing you've ever seen.
"Stop staring at my best friend," Suguru whispers as he passes behind your chair.
Shit. Was it that obvious?
After dinner, you escape to the back porch, needing some air that isn't thick with the scent of cinnamon and Satoru's cologne. The winter night is crisp and clear, your breath forming little clouds in the darkness.
You're not surprised when you hear the door open behind you, or when the familiar scent of cigarette smoke wafts your way.
"Those things will kill you, Suguru," you say without turning around.
"That's what I keep telling him," Satoru's voice chimes in, and you turn to find them both strolling onto the porch, your stomach dropping. Suguru takes another deliberate drag of his cigarette, maybe just to spite you both, while Satoru wrinkles his nose.
"Speaking of things that might kill you," Satoru says, "how's that final year of college treating you?"
You try to focus on the question, but it's difficult when the porch light is hitting his eyes just right, making them look impossibly bluer and you have to resist the urge to melt under his gaze.
"It's fine," you manage, aiming for nonchalant. "Just trying to survive my thesis."
"Ah, your thesis." His lips quirk up in that stupidly attractive way of his. "What was your topic again? Something about modern interpretations of folklore?"
Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. You mentioned it exactly once, months ago, during summer break. You hadn't expected him to remember.
"Japanese urban legends and their evolution through social media," you correct him, trying not to read too much into the fact that he remembered at all. "Though at this point, it's more like about my own evolution into madness."
Suguru snorts, flicking ash off his cigarette. "Please, you're the only person I know who actually enjoys research. I've seen your color-coded spreadsheets."
"Some of us like being organized," you shoot back.
As if on cue, your aunt's voice carries from inside. "Suguru! Can you come help your father with something?"
Suguru sighs, crushing his cigarette under his heel before heading inside, leaving you alone with Satoru. And suddenly the porch feels much smaller than it did a moment ago.
Great.
"So," Satoru says, shifting closer until his arm brushes yours. "Going to tell me why you've been watching me all night?"
Heat floods your cheeks. "I haven'tâ"
"You're not as subtle as you think," he interrupts. "I can feel you glaring holes into the back of my head whenever I'm around."
"I don't glare," you protest weakly.
"No?" His voice drops lower as he steps closer, backing you against the porch railing. "Then what would you call it?"
You swallow hard, trying to ignore how good he smells up close. "Curious observation?"
He laughs, the sound sending warmth spreading through your chest despite the cold. "Is that what we're calling it now?" Then his eyes flick up. "Would you look at that?"
You follow his gaze to see a sprig of mistletoe hanging from the porch ceiling, definitely not there earlier today. You're going to kill your mother. Or your aunt. Or your cousin.
Maybe all of them.
"We don't have toâ" you start to say, but Satoru's already leaning in, moving into your space with that casualness he's always had, like being this close to you is the most natural thing in the world.
"I've been waiting for an excuse to kiss you since sophomore year," he murmurs. "Please don't ruin this for me."
Oh.
Oh.
His lips meet yours before you can process that confession, soft and warm and tasting faintly of the mulled wine from dinner. Your hands find their way to his chest as he cups your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks as he kisses you like he's been thinking about it for years.
And the truth is, he has.
When you finally break apart, his forehead resting against yours, you say, "Suguru's never going to let us live this down."
"Worth it." Satoru smiles, stealing another quick kiss. "Though I should probably thank him for the mistletoe."
"You knew?"
"Of course I knew. Who do you think helped him put it up?"
You smack his chest, but he just catches your hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Merry Christmas to me," he says with a wink.
And despite yourself, you can't help but smile back. "Merry Christmas, you idiot."
Š lostfracturess. do not repost, translate, or copy my work.
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