#it's not so much about the numbers as it is about the support

[demon-of-side-quest-hell]

by “Flawed” I'm gonna assume you mean a character with flaws addressed by the plot, and not flawed as in poorly handled by the plot for this, but I accept that I could still explode for misinterpreting it.

Anyways Rhyme Ortega, Rhyme Ortega was such a shocking character for me to find that I think is great, At least at the time, I encountered Rhyme right at the start of when I began making a concerted effort to give female characters in media more leeway than I have been conditioned to give them instinctively,

And because of that Rhyme was essentially the first female character that I put alot of brain power into, because she's incredible and when I allowed myself to think about her on the same level as male characters I understood that.

Rhyme is the daughter of the of the highest tier most politically powerful people, and she was raised from birth to one day carry on that legacy, so you can immediately see that she's got a lot of internalized classism, and a lack of understanding of life for people who aren't rich and powerful like her family.

Then she's been made to think that she's allowed to do anything if it's for the betterment of herself or her family including ruin the lives of 4 other people for no other reason than they stood in her way to higher power, and then because she messed up and accidentally got her mom locked in super coma jail, she developed anxieties about letting anyone else but her deal with problems, because she wants to help people so fucking bad, she really really does, so she thinks she's the only possible person to handle any situation and no one else can know what her plans are because everyone else will mess it up

And her dad doesn't even pick up that these are problems, when she steals his magic power he's just like “Fuck you for stealing my power but congrats on being such a girlboss!”

Anyways so because she's the only one allowed to deal with problems she's incredibly closed off to people about her emotions and shit, until when she meets Mini, who Rhyme as part of her own goals in becoming a powerful political figure like her dad expects of her, Rhyme has to bring Mini up from the lower class into the middle class.

I'm trying not to explain the CKC specific systems of society and approximate them to real world society so this is understandable, but the classes aren't based on Money they're essentially castes that once born into you can basically only go down in rank if you fuck up, like really really really badly, but the only way to move from the middle class to upper class is by somehow making someone of the lower class ascend to the middle class (Ascend is the actual term used in CKC)

[Warning the following is based mostly on my headcanon and personal interpretations of the lore and plot of CKC, I'll say when we're back to full canon.]

So to ascend Mini up it's implied by the game that she basically HAS to open up to Mini about herself, because she cannot ever understand how to help Mini if she doesn't allow herself to be vulnerable around Mini.

And so Mini is the first person Rhyme opens up to in YEARS, and she develops feelings for Mini, because Mini is the first person who has ever understood Rhyme, both because Rhyme is the first person Mini has let into her life, but also because they bond over their hatred of their respective parental figures, their distaste for various systems of society, and just general things like media and music and things of that nature.

[Back to 100% Bonafide Canon]

Eventually, Mini rises even further, and is able to be the same class level as Rhyme, and it's at this moment that Rhyme actually asks Mini out and they start dating, and during the time where we see this relationship, it's a very genuinely sweet and fun thing.

Eventually, Mini is "descended", aka, she fucked up big time and got her status in the hierarchy demoted all the way back to the bottom, and what do you think Rhyme does when she sees Mini in this state?

Mini who she personally helped ascend, Mini who she took the initiative to ask out, Mini who is the one who knows Rhyme the most deeply that anyone ever has

Rhyme dumps her ass!!!!!!

Rhyme ain't allowed to be seen dating someone of the lower class!!!!!!!!

But that's the thing

Seen is the operative word.

When we see Rhyme again, and the topic is pressed, she's angry, she tries to make sure people knew that she was the one to make the choice, that she thinks this was indeed the right choice, and it's a fucking lie! She's lying to herself! She's so upset about the loss she explodes, metaphorically, and then, when she sees that Mini has moved on and found someone who won't dump her for the classist bullshit of this society, explodes. literally.

Don't worry she gets better though, and when all is said and done, Rhyme is EVIDENTLY still not over it.

Rhyme hates the fuck out of hanging out with Mini's new friends.

Rhyme is so uncomfortable showing up to events where Mini is because she just wants to avoid it all, she doesn't want to think about Mini, she's content just knowing that Mini is happy and then wallowing alone in her room taking care of instruments, but the thing is, Mini actually understands that Rhyme has like 0 fucking social life, and so Mini invites Rhyme to these things because who else will? Who else is gonna stick their neck out for Rhyme, is vouch for Rhyme's better traits, will hype Rhyme up when she needs it?

[Another "this is my interpretation of canon, but isn't explicitly stated in the text" segment real quick]

Rhyme does her damnedest to try and help people, that's all she ever wants, is to be helpful, she wants to do the "right" thing. I believe in part, Rhyme tries so hard to do whatever is "right" because she wants to work back for every single harm she's done. I think for as confident, snarky, and holier-than-thou she presents herself as, she beats herself up for every single mistake, she knows in her head that it was morally wrong to dump her girlfriend on a whim because she can't be dating someone of low standing, but she thinks that she NEEDS to so she can keep the power she needs to, honestly, do fuck all with because who would've guessed it! The masters tools will never dismantle the masters house!

Rhyme messed up once, while she was a child. Caused her mother to banished away into a prison that no one would free her from. Could they free her if they wanted? Yes. Will they? No. Because Rhyme's mother spoke out, against the establishment, against the hierarchy, against the classism present in society, and covertly at that, and so when Rhyme innocently brought up some of these things to others, simply wanting to know about the situation, wanting people to explain to her why things are, they made an example of Rhyme's mother. Why yes, not even the highest of class people are safe if they pose even a shred of danger to society.

So Rhyme helps maintain society, stands to the side and glances away when she disagrees with how things are ran, firstly because Rhyme as a person of high standing has to uphold the status quo, especially as she has the power to do the opposite, and secondarily, if the system collapses, she will have no excuses for the actions she has already done, and there will no longer be any justifications she can tell herself every night.

And once Mini (and others) destroy the hierarchy, I think Rhyme understands all of that, if she didn't already.

[Personal readings of text over again, can you tell that Rhyme is one of my favorite characters in fiction?]

Thank you to anyone reading this, I have waited for a while to just gush about Rhyme, I think she's underutilized by the series, and that her one episode as the protagonist is the worst episode of the entire series (Not because of Rhyme, Rhyme's the highlight of the episode for me but that should be a given)

STOP this is the feminism checkpoint. you have to comment something you like about a flawed female character. or explode

[midnghtprentiss]

Can I request for Jack Abbot x fem reader? Their child wanted pet(s) and Jack just wouldn't let him since he wasn't convinced that they would take care of it and he's busy with work and so does her. Their kid persuaded her and she tried to tempted Jack to give in. Doing everything just to let him say yes. Jack knew his answer but just wanted to mess you with them🫣. Kisses, fluff, suggestive. Thanks!! :))

a/n: this is my first request omg omg omg, i absolutely loved your request! i changed a few times but hope it matches what you wanted. have fun dear. sorry if there's some mistakes, english is not my first language. enjoyyyy :)

mission called convincing daddy to get us what we want - jack abbot

pairing: jack abbot x wife!reader warnings: jack as girls dad, suggestive content

Parenthood was amazing. You loved it more than you expected. You loved being a mom as much as Jack loved being a dad and he was really proud to be a girl's dad. Your twin girls were the reason for him to absolutely love the new version of him. 

Evangeline and Cecilia were his sunshine, his everything. He would die and kill if meant to make them smile. Even before they came to the world he was excited about the idea of having two versions of himself with the person he loves. He spent nights imagining how life would be so much cooler and brighter, he even confessed to you that he always wanted to be a girl dad but never had the chance to make it right before you. 

The whole pregnancy wasn’t easy, you had a lot of pain, restrictions and anxiety at the same time. Growing two girls at once was a hell of a full time job and apparently will be for a long time. You were eating more, sleeping more, feeling bigger than ever, you can’t even count how many clothes didn’t fit anymore. You started by doing less shifts and when you did, Jack made sure you didn’t work harder, which led you to a few fights. 

“Jack, pregnancy is not a disease. I am more than capable of doing my job and still have two children inside of me.” 

“I’m not letting you do everything you want so you can prove something to other people.” You laughed in his face.

“I am a doctor first and then a mother. So please, let me enjoy this moment before I’ll spend my days being known only as a mother.” 

Everything changed when you got to hold your girls for the first time and actually be a better mom than the one you have. It was a full time job, the hardest job you’ve ever had, 24/7 of being alert and on the edge of your seat for the smallest things. You didn’t showered for almost a week after you got to bring them home, you cried when they cried and the worst part of it all was the excruciating feeling that you were already failing. 

Jack was your number one supporter, your safe haven and he was happy to be there. He dealt with the sleepless nights like a champ, always holding the girls, giving them what they needed just for you to sleep for a while, he didn't even complain about being sleep deprived, he just accepted it. But he never told you how terrified he was of sucking at the only job he couldn’t fail. How he was afraid of sleeping and missing something important, or how anxious he was when they were out of his plain sight. He didn’t tell you he almost gave up being a doctor to stay with the girls. 

As they grew up, you both understood how to be better parents and that brought you closer than ever, creating boundaries and rules to make this right. You agreed on coming back to work at your own pace, making cohesive schedules and trying your best not to go home during shifts. You worked the day shift so he stayed with them and he stayed with the girls all day and he worked at night shift for you to be home during bedtime. 

Real teamwork.

Cecilia was like a mini version of Jack. She was bossy, talkative and had the same bad attitude as him, which sometimes made your life so difficult, but she was glued to you. Everywhere you went, she was there like a shadow. Evangeline was a whole version of you, she was sweet, calm and did her best to be nice to everyone and yet Jack was the only one who could calm her down when she wasn’t having a good day. 

There were nights Ange cried non stop because she wanted daddy and as a consequence Cece cried because her sister was crying. You have to call him at two in the morning, knowing he was busy with a trauma, trying your best to not cry on the phone, asking him to talk to her. Or when Cece was giving him an attitude because he wanted her mama so bad that everyone else was an enemy, he had to call you just for her to feel better. 

You decided to change your tactics again and put the girls to socialize in preschool. At first you hated the idea as much as Jack but eventually you decided to give it a try. They absolutely loved it. The first week was filled with tears and anxiety (from you, especially), the desire of bringing them home and putting the whole experiment behind. By the second week the girls begin to cry less and be more excited about going. It was a relief for your mind and both of you could focus more at work. 

At six years old you could see these girls were smarter than you imagined. They talked about what they learned at kindergarten and included details about everything they knew and saw. There was no better feeling than watching your favorite human beings embracing their personality. 

One day after school during a pick up, you noticed them speaking quietly and giggling with each other pointing at some drawings in their notebooks. 

“What’s happening here? Am I missing something?” Ange and Cece looked at each other and giggled louder. 

“Mama, we want a dog.” Cece screamed and lifted up her piece of paper. 

“Oh really? Why do you want a dog?” You asked curious. 

“Today Mrs. Sunny told us about responsibilities and she told us having a pet helped us with that.” Ange was so excited and her sister was agreeing on everything. “We are big girls now.” Big girls that made her father look under the bed every night for monsters.

“Girls, having a pet is a big thing. Me and daddy are really busy taking care of more things to have animals.” You tried to sound soft, knowing how emotional they can get. “Plus, I don’t if you’re ready for this kind of responsibility.” 

“We can help!” Cece jumped in, “We can give them food, water, snuggles and we can take them to our walks with daddy.” 

That would be fun, you think to yourself, Jack was going to have a stroke when you tell him that. Or better, you’ll let them speak to him. 

The idea of a pet was something you and him already talked about. During your pregnancy you had long conversations with your husbands on the subject, you grew up with animals and in fact helped you with the responsibility of taking care of the people you loved. He wasn’t against it, but you’re both busy and now with two kids taking a lot of attention and time, an animal would make it worse and more chaotic. 

“I agree with you, girls.” Of course you agreed with them, the smiles they gave you is more than enough. “We need to convince dad to let us have a pet, what do you think?” They squealed and laughed, starting to make some plans and creating some crazy scenarios where the pet was included. “I suggest you two work on something really good for him and we talk about this before dinner, alright?”

When you got home, Jack was already waiting outside. Crossed arms, polo shirt, faded jeans. What a view. The moment he opened the car door for them, they were already on him, talking about their day and showering him with hints about the conversation that would happen later. 

He just looked at you confused and nodding with whatever sentence was coming out of their mouths. You walked behind them, contemplating the sweet view of your family. 

While Cece and Angel were doing their homework, you were studying a few things for your lecture and Jack was making dinner. You approached him quietly and held his face to make him look directly at you. 

“We have a problem, a big one.” His heart almost stopped at your words. “They want a dog.” 

“Really?” He chuckled, going back to slicing the onions. 

“Something about Mrs. Sunny teaching about responsibility.” You poured yourself some wine and leaned against the counter. “They are on a mission called convincing daddy to get us what we want. It’s gonna be tough on you, buddy.” 

“What exactly did you say to them?” He put the knife down and stared at you. 

“I said the truth. We’re busy and getting a pet would add more chaos into our lives but I said yes.” You said quietly and he raised his eyebrows. “I can’t resist them, you know that!”

Dinner was chaotic. Cecilia and Evangeline were on fire telling all the good reasons for having cats and dogs. They even called themselves ‘doctor daughters’ and their specialty is love and snuggles. You held your smile the whole time, while Jack was so hypnotized by them he didn’t even blink. 

“Girl, I understand you really really really want that but we need to discuss it better.”  Their eyes were full of water and while he talked about their busy life, their school time and the extracurricular they do, a dog was harder. 

“But we are good girls, daddy.” You almost got up and went to the nearest shelter to get the damn dog. 

“I know, bug.”

After bedtime you were laying next to Jack, tracing lines in his chest and you couldn’t stop thinking about their wish of having an animal. Jack knew this conversation was about to happen for the way you tucked them in bed and he heard you saying you would try to convince him using your ‘supermom powers’. Before the conversation started he was already laughing. 

You smacked his chest and rolled your eyes, trying to focus on whatever you were about to say to him. 

“You know why we can’t have a dog.” You looked at him. 

“Why not? Are you afraid he will steal your prosthetic leg?” He burst out laughing holding your arm.

“You would like that, didn’t you?” He teased and your eyes studied his face. 

“Jack, we are raising two girls. A dog can make our job easier.” You think about your next words. “It can teach them responsibility.” 

“A dog can be dangerous.” He found it amusing how you rolled your eyes every time you disagreed. 

“Men are dangerous, a dog is the sweetest thing they can have. Besides, we can use that to make them stop asking for another sibling.” You reminded him, getting more comfortable against his body. 

“You have a very good point, love.”

“Of course I have.”

“A sibling?” You giggled, hiding your face between his chest. “They can have a dog and a sibling, then.” 

“Easy there, tiger. It’s debatable since I’m the one who carries the children here.” 

“Everybody wins something here, just saying.”

“You’re a trouble, Jack Abbot.”

“You married me.” He held your face, caressing your cheeks gently. 

It took Jack three days to get a dog. He talked to an old army friend of his that had the contact of a guy that had retired dogs and just like that, you got a dog - Luke. He’s the nicest, trained and responded very well to the girls clinging on to him. 

You’ve never seen them so excited and happy to have a furry friend and the best part is watching Jack pretending he’s not blusinh watching his girls run around the backyard. You were sitting next to him, listening to Angel and Cece squeal every time Luke licked their faces and screamed when he runs from them. 

“About the sibling situation.” He smirked and watched your face with the same look that got you pregnant before. 

“Not before bedtime, Abbot.” You pushed his shoulder. 

“Can’t wait for our talk later.” 

Maybe life is worth it for the moments like that where everybody is truly happy.

[strawberry-bubblef]

Just found your blog after seeing the Overblot students reacting to causing serious harm to the reader/their partner and oof the angst is strong there! Excellent stuff all around and the way that several of them have symbolic injuries suited to each is fitting-

Like Vil pointed out the irony that his attack blinded them (likely disfiguring too)

Leona missing the arm that never hesitated to reach out for him.

Jamil making his S/O unable to stand without them, needing his support.

For some reason, it all reminded me of the Jekyll and Hyde musical (not at all accurate to the original work but the music is pretty good) particularly the Confrontation song, where Jekyll and Hyde have a musical number ripping into the other.

Imagine if the Overblot guys (whether merely haunted by their memories of the event or tying into your original post about permanent injuries inflicted to the person they loved most) have nightmares confronting those versions of themselves especially in regards to the harm that could have (or did) happen to their S/O. Only to get hit with “can’t you see were the same” but maybe the OB’s are mild yanderes towards the S/O or point out easier it is to keep them by his side, that he’s willing to take the risks to keep them around unlike the “good boy” persona some of them keep up.

OB students having nightmares of themselves after hurting their s/o

Part 1: Ob student unintentionally hurting their s/o

Aww! Thanks for the sweet words 🥲🫶 I'm glade you liked it !

Riddle Rosehearts

The halls of Heartslabyul are silent after curfew. Moonlight cuts silver through the tall windows, casting the checkered floor in sharp, cold contrast. It’s late, but Riddle isn’t sleeping. Not really. Not anymore.

He jolts awake again, breath shallow, red eyes wide. He stares at the ceiling, but all he sees is the moment he can never take back.

Your voice, cracking as you tried to reach him.

The way the vines coiled around you, cruel and tight,his vines.

How you cried out.

And the silence after. The absolute silence.

He’s by your side now, and you’ve forgiven him. You told him as much, your voice gentle, your hand on his. But that forgiveness tastes like ash when he remembers the look on your face back then,not fear, not anger, but disbelief. As if you couldn't quite believe he was the one hurting you.

It clings to him like a second skin.

And every night, the dream returns.

The maze is dead now. No more vibrant red blooms or the sweet scent of petals. Only twisted thorns and rotting leaves, the sky above a bruised, stormy purple. The air is heavy with guilt and magic.

In the center of it all sits his throne.

That version of him is waiting, legs crossed elegantly, sipping black tea that stains the porcelain cup like ink.

“You're late,” the Overblot says. “But I suppose shame slows the feet.”

Riddle takes a breath. “I’m not here for your games.”

“Ah, but we’ve played such lovely ones, haven’t we? Tea parties and rules and hearts cut clean in half.”

He steps closer, circling Riddle like a cat. “Do you remember how quiet they became after we were done? No more backtalk. No more chaos. They obeyed. Isn't that what you wanted?”

Riddle flinches.

The Overblot leans in, voice silken and low. “You wrapped yourself in rules because your mother left you no room to breathe. So you did the same to them because love is terrifying when it’s free, isn’t it?”

“I was wrong,” Riddle says. “That wasn’t love.”

“Then what do you call it?” the other hisses, the smile gone. “You think your bouquet of apologies rewrites what you did? You think gentle words and shared tea make up for the way they screamed?”

Riddle’s hands tremble. He can’t meet his own eyes,those cruel red eyes staring out of a mirror cracked by power and pain.

“I didn't mean to hurt them.”

“But you did.” The Overblot’s voice turns almost tender, almost sad. “And I-we will always live with that.”

Silence falls like snow.

And then: “But at least I was honest. At least I did what had to be done to keep them close. You fear they’ll leave. I made it impossible. Maybe you should be thanking me.”

Riddle recoils. “You turned them into something fragile.”

“I turned them into something ours. They stay because of you, but they flinch because of me.”

A pause.

“Can’t you see?” he whispers. “We’re the same.”

The dream ends with Riddle reaching for his collar, choking on petals that pour from his mouth,crimson, velvet, suffocating.

He wakes with a cry.

It’s still night, the room quiet. He reaches for you instinctively, but the sheets are cool, the space beside him empty. Panic strikes fast and cold.

He finds you on the balcony, bathed in moonlight. Wrapped in a soft robe, you’re gazing at the stars. Your arm is wrapped, supported. Some movements are slower now. But your eyes are bright as ever.

You turn as he approaches.

“Another nightmare?”

Riddle says nothing. He only stands behind you and hesitantly slide his hand into yours. His grip is tight,not crushing, never again but desperate in its quiet plea.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers.

“You don’t get to decide that alone,” you reply softly, placing yourhand over his. “You made a mistake. A terrible one. But you changed. You’re trying. That matters.”

“I see him every time I close my eyes,” Riddle admits. “He says we’re the same.”

You turn, gently cupping his face with the only hand that you have left. “Then prove him wrong.”

He leans into your touch like a drowning man, clinging to the only solid thing in a storm. In your eyes, there’s still pain. Still healing. But also,somehow hope.

He’s terrified he’ll always be at war with that version of himself.

But if you’re willing to walk beside him through the thorns, maybe, just maybe, there’s a path forward.

Leona Kingscholar

The desert wind howls in his ears.

Leona stands on the edge of a dry, cracked savannah where nothing grows, under a sunless sky. The ground is stained with soot and ash, grass burned to cinders. In the distance, a pride stone crumbles into dust.

And there,at the center of the destruction,is himself.

Or at least, what’s left of him.

His Overblot form sits lazily upon a throne of twisted bone and stone, smoke curling from his mane like incense from an open flame. Those glowing eyes burn, full of mirthless amusement.

“Took you long enough,” the Overblot drawls. “What, couldn’t face me sooner? Or were you too busy watching them struggle to tie their shoes with the wrong damn hand?”

Leona's jaw tightens. “Shut up.”

“Hit a nerve?” His other self stretches, claws dragging over the arms of the throne. “I’m not the one who tore it from them. You are. We are.”

“I never meant–”

“Don’t insult both of us. You knew what that spell could do. You were angry. Jealous. Tired of always coming second. So you struck. And you didn’t stop.”

Leona’s fists clench. He can still remember the heat, the way magic surged through him like wildfire, untamed and wild. The look on your face when you collapsed, your dominant arm crushed under a landslide of sand and force.

He remembers how still you were. How you didn’t reach for him. Couldn’t.

And how the silence that followed was louder than any roar.

“They can’t write like they used to,” his Overblot murmurs. “Can’t lift a box. Can’t sketch, or braid your damn hair. All the things they used to do so easily,gone. Because of you.”

“I know !” Leona snaps. “I live with it every day.”

“Do you?” The Overblot tilts his head. “Then why haven’t you left? Why not let them go and find someone better for them? Someone whole?”

Leona’s voice drops to a growl. “Because I love them.”

The other version smiles, sharp and cruel. “No. You need them. And they need you now, don’t they? You made sure of that. No one else understands them like you. No one else will want them like this.”

Leona stares, disgust tightening in his throat.

“Come on,” the Overblot purrs. “Admit it. Part of you is relieved. Because now they’ll stay.”

“No.”

“They’ll never leave you.”

“NO!”

The Overblot lunges, claws out, but Leona doesn’t move.

Because he knows the truth: this isn’t about physical pain. This is about guilt, about possession, about fear.

And about how love can rot if left to fester.

He wakes up leaning against a tree in Savanaclaw. It's still dark, the early morning stars just beginning to fade. His hands are buried in the dirt, sweat soaking the back of his shirt. His heart thunders in his chest like it’s trying to dig out.

The scent of jasmine reaches him first. Then your voice.

“Bad dream?”

Leona looks up.

You’re seated nearby, wrapped in a blanket, watching the horizon. Your sleeve is pinned up neatly, your right side turned toward him. The scarred place where your arm used to be is hidden, but he knows its shape by memory now.

He sits beside you wordlessly. You lean into him, letting his warmth chase away the morning chill.

“It’s always the same dream,” he mutters. “Me. Him. You.”

You rest your head on his shoulder. “Do you still hate yourself?”

He doesn’t answer.

His grip tightens ever so slightly. “I wish it had been me instead.”

You reach for his hand with your remaining one and lace your fingers together.

“I would’ve still stayed,” you say. “Even if it had been you who got hurt. Even if it was your arm.”

Silence stretches, heavy and honest.

Leona leans into you then, pressing his forehead to your temple.

“I’m trying,” he whispers.

“I know.”

And for once, the guilt doesn’t scream quite so loud.

Azul Ashengrotto

The sea is too still.

No current, no light,only the inky abyss stretching endlessly in every direction. Azul floats weightlessly in the dark, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed as if sleep could shield him from what he knows is coming.

No light,only the inky abyss stretching endlessly in every direction. Azul floats weightlessly in the dark, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed as if sleep could shield him from what he knows is coming.

And then it starts.

The water shifts.

A shadow coils in the deep like smoke in water,and from it emerges himself,not in his human form, not even in his merman body. No, it’s the Overblot: bloated and grandiose, tentacles stretching into the black like roots through rot. His grin is razor-sharp, filled with oil-slick malice.

“Still pretending to be human?” it coos. “Still clinging to the mask of the poor little businessman?”

Azul doesn’t look at it.

“Did you think success would make you good?” the Overblot hisses, gliding around him like a serpent. “That if you just worked hard enough, they’d love you? Respect you?”

Azul breathes slowly, deliberately. “Shut up.”

“Oh, touchy.” “You weren’t nearly so quiet when you were begging them not to leave you. Not when they were lying there,bleeding, gasping because you made them part of your deal.”

Azul flinches.

He sees it again: the whirlpool, the crashing debris, the spell cast in desperation and greed. The way you fell,your leg crushed under the magical pressure, twisted unnaturally before he could stop it.

Before he cared to stop it.

“You used them,” the Overblot sings. “Because deep down, you thought: if they depend on me, they won’t leave me.”

“I didn’t—”

“Yes, you did,” it snarls. “You saw them shine and you thought: I want that. You dragged them into your schemes, into your world. And now?”

A cruel smile stretches over its face.

“Now they can’t even dance.”

Azul’s fists curl.

“They limp through the halls, leaning on a cane or your arm, and every step is a reminder. And yet, they still smile at you. Still tell you it’s not your fault.”

The Overblot leans in close, eyes glowing.

“But it is.”

Azul screams,no sound leaves his throat, only bubbles but he surges forward, trying to claw at the thing wearing his face, only for it to melt away into nothing.

Leaving him alone in the silent sea.

He jolts awake in a cold sweat.

The lounge is dark, only the soft glow of enchanted lamps illuminating the drapes. Azul sits on the couch, disheveled,, breath caught halfway in his throat.

A small noise draws his attention.

You're at the window, adjusting your prosthetic leg,carefully, patiently. You don’t notice him watching, or maybe you do, and you choose not to look.

He swallows.

You always do things quietly now. No complaints. No bitter remarks. But you also don’t hum anymore when you walk. You don’t twirl in the water like you used to.

Azul lowers his eyes.

He hears the soft tap of your cane as you make your way over, the familiar pattern of your gait now etched into his memory.

You sit beside him, brushing your hand against his.

“You dreamt about it again.”

He nods, shame burning behind his eyes.

“I see him in the mirror sometimes,” he murmurs. “The one I was. I wonder if I’m still him.”

You shake your head. “He would’ve run from this. You didn’t.”

Azul hesitates before reaching for your hand. “I don’t deserve your kindness.”

“Maybe not,” you whisper, “but you’re trying. And that counts more than you think.”

He leans in slowly, resting his forehead against the side of your head. “If I could give you that leg back…”

“I wouldn’t take it.”

He stiffens, shocked.

You turn to him with quiet intensity. “Because then maybe you’d still be pretending to be someone you’re not. I don’t need perfection. I need you.”

Azul doesn’t reply,he can’t. But he holds you a little tighter, breathing in the proof that somehow, some way… you’re still here.

And maybe that's enough.

Jamil Viper

The chains rattle again.

He doesn’t know where he is,some room, always dark, always humid. The smell of sweat and ash lingers like incense from an old nightmare. Stone walls stretch in every direction, but there’s no exit. No sky. Just that mirror on the wall.

He doesn’t look at it.

Not yet.

He knows who’s waiting on the other side.

But he turns anyway.

And there he i. The Overblot version of himself smiles cruelly, slouching in that confident, arrogant way Jamil hates to admit he once wished he could embody.

“You look exhausted,” the Overblot drawls. “Not sleeping well, Jamil?”

“I’m not here to talk to you,” Jamil hisses.

“Oh, but I’m here to talk to you.” The reflection slinks closer. “How’s our darling doing, by the way? Still limping around because of you?”

Jamil’s stomach churns.

The sound of bones snapping, of the ground cracking during that awful moment,when magic surged out of control, when the pressure pinned you down, the illusion spells fraying as your foot was crushed beneath falling debris he summoned. Not even intentionally. Not really.

But he knew you were nearby.

And he still didn’t care.

He had finally taken the reins of his life and you were collateral.

“I didn’t mean-” Jamil starts, voice strained.

“You didn’t stop,” the Overblot cuts in, venomous. “You didn’t hesitate. You knew they were watching. And still you used your magic. Still you twisted their mind until they collapsed.”

Jamil’s voice is a whisper. “I didn't want to hurt them.”

“You wanted control.”

Silence.

“You wanted them to stop pitying you. To see you,not the servant, not the background character, but the powerful one. And when you had it, even just for a moment…”

The Overblot tilts his head.

“…you liked it.”

Jamil clenches his fists. “I hate you.”

“No,” it says, baring fangs. “You hate that I’m you. You hate that some part of you thought, ‘If I can just keep them dependent… they’ll never leave.’”

The words sting like poison.

“Now look at them,” the Overblot murmurs. “They used to dance barefoot on sunlit floors. Now every step is calculated. Controlled. Like you wanted everything else to be.”

Jamil shuts his eyes tight.

When he opens them again, the mirror is empty.

He’s alone again.

But the silence is louder than before.

He wakes up in a sweat.

The room is dim, lit by the flicker of a candle. The warmth of the dorm blankets does little to soothe him, especially not when he sees the empty spot in the bed beside him.

You're by the window.

Adjusting the supportive brace over your ankle,what's left of it. Your balance is careful, practiced. Your fingers are deft. Jamil sits up quietly, heart aching.

You glance over your shoulder. “Nightmare?”

He nods, slow.

You limp over to him, footsteps padded by the soft cloth of your wrap. You don’t say anything at first,you just press your forehead to his, fingers tangling with his.

“I see him,” Jamil says. “The version of me who… who didn't care. Who thought being loved wasn’t as important as being obeyed.”

You don’t flinch. You already know.

“I hate him,” he whispers.

“But he’s not you,” you murmur back.

Jamil’s eyes glint with unshed tears.

“I almost made you another chain.”

You shake your head, taking his hand and placing it against your heartbeat. “But you let go. You let me go. You helped me stand again.”

His voice is raw. “You should’ve run from me.”

“I didn’t want to,” you reply. “I wanted to walk beside you. Even if I had to relearn how.”

He exhales shakily.

And when he kisses your knuckles, it’s soft. Tentative. Like he’s still trying to prove to himself that you’re real,that this, what he has now, is real.

Even after all he’s done.

Vil Schoenheit

The mirror doesn’t lie. That’s the curse.

He can’t hide from it. Not from the face that stares back at him,twisted, blot-streaked, gleaming with hatred and pride. His Overblot self grins through cracked lipstick and bleeding glamour.

“Ah. Come to scold me again, Schoenheit?”

Vil doesn’t answer. He already knows how this goes.

Every night, it’s the same: the same confrontation, the same voice that sounds too much like his own, the same sickening echo of violet light bursting from his fingertips, burning away the world and everything he held dear.

Especially you.

“Still pretending you didn’t enjoy it?” the Overblot version sneers. “You always thought beauty was everything. Until you became the monster.”

Vil’s voice is cold. “I wanted the world to see me. Not them.”

“And now they can’t see anything at all.” A cruel chuckle. “Isn’t that poetic?”

His throat tightens.

He remembers the scent of magic in the air, the searing heat, the flash of light as your scream tore through him. The way you clutched your face, blood slipping between your fingers. The panic that followed. The silence. The way your eyes never found him again.

“I didn’t mean to hurt them.”

“But you did.” The Overblot tilts his head mockingly. “You wanted to be seen. So you made sure they never would be seen again. You took that from them. You, who worshipped beauty like a god.”

Vil’s hands tremble at his sides.

“You knew what your magic could do. You chose to use it anyway.”

“I thought I could control it.”

“You were wrong.”

Silence.

Then:

“They still call your name,” the Overblot whispers. “Even now. Still reach for you. Still smile in your direction. And doesn’t that make it worse?”

Vil turns away.

“All they know is the echo of your voice and the feel of your touch. And you cling to that, don’t you? Because if they saw you as you were... they would’ve run.”

The mirror cracks.

Not from magic but from the way Vil slams his fist into it, fury rippling through every bone.

And when he opens his eyes again, he's awake.

The bedroom is quiet, curtains drawn open just enough to let in moonlight. You’re seated on the bed, fingers moving expertly as you read a Braille book Vil had custom,made for you. Your head tilts slightly when you hear him stir.

“Another dream?” you ask gently.

Vil’s voice is hoarse. “Yes.”

You set the book down. “Was it him again?”

“…Yes.”

You pat the space beside you, and he comes willingly. Sits beside you. Lets you touch his face. You always do that now,run your fingertips along his cheekbones, brush over the curve of his lips, like you’re memorizing him all over again.

“I hate what I did to you,” he whispers. “I took the stars from your eyes.”

“And still I find light in your voice.” you say softly.

Vil swallows. “You don’t hate me?”

“I miss what I lost,” you admit. “But I don’t miss you. Because you’re still here.”

He presses your hand to his chest. “It should’ve been me.”

“No,” you whisper. “You came back to me. That’s enough.”

Sometimes, he still dreams of mirrors.

But these days, when he wakes,he’s holding your hand.

And somehow, that makes all the difference.

Idia Shroud

That’s how the nightmare always starts.

Blue flame dances along the walls, scorching consoles, melting cables, and setting off a chorus of alarms. Everything is chaos.Except for him. Except for the Overblot.

It rises from the flames like a ghost made of rage and sorrow, hair wilder, cloak billowing like smoke. It grins, bearing rows of flame-slicked teeth.

“Guess what, Idia,” it sing-songs. “You’re the villain in your own tragic visual novel. Bad End unlocked!”

Idia curls inward, arms around himself. “I didn’t want to hurt them.”

“You did more than hurt them,” it hisses. “You burned them. Because you wanted to keep them close. You wanted them safe.”

“I lost control. The magic-”

“You thought locking them in the Underworld was safer than letting them leave you. And when they reached out for you..” The Overblot snaps its fingers.

The scent of scorched flesh.

The sound of your cry.

Idia covers his ears, but it’s no use.

“You destroyed the very hands that held you. Four fingers. Gone. Just like that. Do you know how many times they tried to play your games after that? Tried to cook? Draw? Hold a pen?”

“I didn’t mean to-!”

“But you did.” The voice is ice now. “And you know what the worst part is?”

Silence.

“They still forgive you.”

Idia lifts his head slowly, shame thick in his eyes.

“They still smile when you fumble with words. Still wrap what’s left of their hand around yours. Still kiss your cheek and say it’s okay. It’s not okay.”

“I know,” he whispers. “I know it’s not.”

“Then why do you stay?”

He doesn’t answer right away.

Then-q

“…Because they asked me to. Because they didn’t want to lose me too.”

The Overblot’s grin fades.

Idia steps closer to it. For once, he doesn’t flinch.

“I am a coward. I am broken. But I’m trying. Every day. I can’t fix what I did… but I can be here now. And that’s what they asked of me.”

The flames flicker.

“You don’t deserve them,” it spits.

“I know,” Idia says. “But they still choose me. And I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of that.”

He wakes up gasping.

Your hand is in his,smaller now, missing parts of what once was, wrapped in soft bandages and healing cream. But warm. Still warm.

You stir beside him. “Another one?”

He nods.

You squeeze. “You’re still here.”

“…Yeah.”

You rest your forehead against his. “Then I’m okay.”

He doesn’t cry, but he holds your hand tighter.

And for the first time, the nightmare fades into silence.

Malleus Draconia

The castle is quiet. Too quiet.

He wanders its halls alone in the dream. The stone is grey, cracked with age. Thorny vines have grown wild over every door, every window. The sky outside is eternally twilight, like the world itself is holding its breath. Time doesn’t move here. It hasn’t for centuries.

He knows where you are.

He always knows.

Your chamber lies behind an arch of briars, untouched by rot or dust. Enchanted sleep preserved you, peaceful and unmoving, lips barely parted as if frozen mid-sigh.

He crosses the threshold slowly, reverently. His footsteps don’t echo anymore.

You lies there still.

Because of him.

“Malleus.”

The voice that greets him isn’t yours.

It’s his but deeper, weightless, echoing with ancient magic.

The Overblot.

It steps into view like a reflection peeled from his shadow. A smile too gentle to be anything but cruel.

“You saved her,” it says. “She was going to leave. Be taken away. You stopped it.”

“I imprisoned her,” Malleus whispers.

“You protected her. In eternal sleep, she couldn’t be harmed. Couldn’t abandon you. Couldn’t be taken away by time or fate or death.”

Malleus walks toward the bed. Your skin is still warm beneath the spell, magic thrumming softly with every breath. So many years have passed. More than he dares count.

“And yet she wept in her dreams,” he murmurs. “I heard it. Even through the spell.”

“Dreams are nothing,” the Overblot croons. “She’s safe. Isn’t that all you ever wanted?”

His hands tremble.

“I wanted to be with her,” Malleus says, voice breaking. “Not without her. Not like this.”

The Overblot’s smile fades. It regards him like a disappointed parent. “You are a king .You could have have eternity together.”

“No. I forced eternity upon her. I robbed her of choice… of time… of life.”

A silence falls.

Then-

“But she’s awake now.”

That voice. Yours.

He turns.

You're standing in the doorway. Older than you should be, touched by the centuries but beautiful still. Eyes full of sorrow and kindness both.

“I’m awake, Malleus.”

He stares, breathless. “This isn’t real.”

“It could be,” you say, stepping forward. “If you let go of the guilt. If you come back to me.”

“But I hurt you. I stole your future.”

“And yet I chose to wake up.”

You reach out.

He takes your hand in both of his, kneeling as if in penance.

“I will never forgive myself,” he whispers.

“Then let me forgive you instead,” you say. “You’re here now. And I waited because I believed you’d come back.”

He wakes in your arms, forehead against your shoulder, breath shaky.

You cradle his head gently, fingers weaving through his hair.

“You dreamt it again,” you murmur.

He nods, silent.

“I’m still here,” you remind him. “Still choosing you.”

And he holds you tighter, as though centuries could slip between his fingers once more.

But this time, he’ll never let go.

English is not my first language !

[lostatsea-blog]

The Worst Day of Our Lives

Summary: A day that starts like any other takes an unexpected turn.

Warnings: Angst/Emotional

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Silence permeated the waiting room like a dark cloud biding its time for the opportune moment to drop its misery. No one dared approach the blond woman who sat across the other side of the room whose pain radiated in waves touching everyone nearby. Alexia had pulled away, choosing to sit alone and face her fear in isolated silence; as much as her friends wanted to comfort her, they knew in times like this, when she chose isolation, it was better to let her work through her feelings. When she was ready for their support. She would let them know and they would make sure they were there. In all honesty they wouldn’t have known what to say even if she had been open to it. They had always joked that you and Alexia were obsessed with each other but the reality was, you shared a love so profound that they couldn’t even imagine what Alexia was currently going through.

The day that had become one of the worst of Alexia’s life, had started the same as any other. Neither you nor your wife had any idea of the terrifying ordeal that awaited you both. You had both woken up at your usual time and in between showering and packing your training bags, you had managed to make a somewhat nutritious breakfast (Alexia still scolding you for consuming energy drinks despite the fact that it had been well over seven years since she first saw you with one). Usually, you would drive to training together, but you had to drop by the chemist on your way and Alexia had an early meeting so for today you were going to drive separately. A decision that Alexia would replay over and over again while she sat waiting.

The first hint of concern had come when Alexia jogged out onto the training pitch to be met by Mapi and Patri asking where you were. Alexia was confused because you should have well been there by now. She had grabbed her phone and dialled your number but it had gone straight to voicemail. At that moment, something in her stomach had flipped and she knew deep in her soul that something was wrong. You were obsessive in your need to be on time and if you were ever going to be late, you always called. She dialled again but again voicemail. In that moment a million possibilities filtered through Alexia’s head, each one more catastrophic than the next but Patri convinced her to give you a little more time, pointing out that they were doing work near the chemist and you could have been caught in traffic. Every fibre of Alexia’s being wanted to protest; wanted to tear out of there and go and find you but she reluctantly agreed to give it more time.  

In an attempt to stop her mind from overthinking, Alexia, somewhat half-heartedly joined in with the training session. When another 20 minutes had passed and you still had not arrived, she was besides herself. Seeing that his captain was distracted and that he would get nothing out of her today, Pere had given Alexia permission to leave. It was as she was making her way across the field to get her things that one of the medical staff came out onto the field. His face was ashen and sombre and the whole team realised that he was about to deliver something serious.

He explained that there had been an accident. A car had sped through a red light and ploughed into the side of yours. You had been knocked unconscious but one of the police officers was a massive Barca fan and had recognised you, making a call to the Barcelona compound. Alexia listened, hear heart pounding inside her ears making it difficult to take in all the information but she heard accident and unconscious. Her legs had become like jelly but she had not realised until Frido and Mapi stepped up besides her to support her; both of them gripping her under the arms to keep her upright.

It had been nearly thirty minutes since they had arrived at the hospital and Alexia had not taken her eyes off the clock above the door. She sat ridged, her spine pin straight as though she were waiting for the world to collapse down on her. A commotion by the door brough with it Eli and the entire room took a breath. Within a second she had spotted her daughter and had her in her arms the only person who at this moment could penetrate Alexia’s self-imposed isolation. And Alexia, their stoic, strong captain broke, now, nothing more than a child in her mother’s arms desperately needing the comfort that only a mother could give. Each of the girls had to wipe their own tears and turn away, the scene proving to be too much. They feared what would happen if Alexia lost you not seeing any way their captain could possibly recover from that.

As minutes turned into hours, the endless ticking of the clock seemed like torture keeping everyone in limbo. Eli had told the girls to go home and get some rest but they all refused. While Alexia remained silent throughout, it was important to them that they be there with her. Whenever anything happened with any player, she was always the first one there and this was how they showed her that they cared just as much.

Alexia remained motionless staring at the door that the receptionist had indicated you had been taken. Her thoughts had her suspended in a waking nightmare as she played last nigh and this morning over and over again trying anxiously to pull the memories to the front of her mind. She could not remember if she had told you she loved you. Those words fell between you with a frequency that made the others gag but she could not explicitly remember if she had said them before you left the house so her mind would not let her rest. Everyone in the room was so distracted by their own thoughts, they had not registered the door opening or the arrival of the doctor who had witnessed scenes like this many times before. A clearing of the throat snapped everyone to attention. Alexia stood; the unwavering support of her Mami the only thing keeping her upright as the doctor began his update.

[theladybrownstarot]

"𝐼𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒶 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒."

۶ৎ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ?⋆𝜗𝜚⋆

-> ۶ৎ𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ִֶָ | ۶ৎ𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐝-𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ִֶָ | ۶ৎ𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐬 ִֶָ |

HOW TO PICK A PILE ? Take a deep breathe , close your eyes after your open them up choose the pile where your sight goes first in calming inner silence . If you are called up by more than one pile you please feel free to choose it .

ꨄ︎𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮�� 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

⋆˚ Oh wow , I pile number one as i'm doing your reading , I can come across the energy that this person is someone Who will teach you How to find happiness in simple things , or by doing them In your daily life. It could be like planting plant inside and outside the home , having a cup of tea or cup of coffee early in the morning , sitting in the kitchen around Spending the time talking with you. They will love you in such way that you will heal with them by living as they live daily.Like , I can say there is a influence of their personal routine , but you'll be practicing it by observing them Hence it will change your life and dyour perspective. You will feel open.You will feel like that You can put your ideal self in front of them Without getting judged or commented upon. This person could possibly be an airies ,taurus , scorpio and degree could be a libra one . They will Do simple things to make you feel loved.Rather than getting some Expennsive gifts or Spoiling you around but your Materialistically. I am also getting a message that they will actually get a house where you too will be living.But the house will be according to yours style perhaps you could be into minimalistic or simple aesthetics ! . They will also love to have a daily nightwalk or morning walk with you where you two will share your personal feelings, your opinions or anything.It general that will make you feel more close and loved But Your future spouse will be the one mostly initiating it or reminding you by saying, " let's go for a walk , shall we?" . There is no doubt that you two will be financially stable But one thing that I love is that They will be always Be there to support your financially in Any way possible Without showing any pride or ego that men generally have , because for them , you are their partner ; their ultimate love . They may not be very vocal or touchy or expressive about their love because they belive they should not only or mostly make you feel loved by words but by their actions perhaps they are an understanding and matured person.

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ꨄ︎𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

Ok this is quite funny But it is what it is- They are quiet over protective and possessive for you Like they feel that you are constantly under attack like this gives me alpha and omega vibes lol but dammn this person is Hella protective for you like just take a simple imaginary instance - you are talking to your friend, you will be sharp predatory eyes over you both realising it's your future spouse gawking your friend and you like a lion mate being cautious and protective for you only . They Seeking your attention like a cat lmfao , I doubt if they have a cat spirit or a leo influence in their chart because no wonder they have got eyes for you only . But apart from this, they will be a person who will actually show you how to Appreciate the beauty in other things which make you feel grounded , infact they will be quite childish which is a form of childlike love you know ? Someone who feels safe opening up with you and loving you so much that it feels innocent aww . I can see an imaginary fee scenario where you two both are sitting on a beach or a nearby water body and they putting shells on your hair decorating you like a favourite doll , another one where they leave short loves messages on paper or chits for you . They will love you by sharing their happiness over anything they feel ,infact They won't be that kind of person who will be first feeling happy by their achievements but more appreciating yours first feeling happy. They will be the kind of person who will constantly think for how to make your wishes come true like a fairy . Pile 2 really they are innocent only with you so never break their heart plss 😭. They really care about your honour and dignity like a true a gentleman or lady . They will love you sensually a lot indeed this will help you spiritually some way a lot .

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ꨄ︎ 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

Ok , so pile number three I can see that your future spouse will be similar like you Therefore, they will be understanding you better than anybody . They will bring unexpected things in life from which some could be of past too but all that will help you a lot completing you . It's possible that you may meet on social media or they are someone from your past too or may meet through a person from past . These were some messages before I got . But anyway, they will love you by taking the initiative to reconciliate first after every fight you two will have . They are very patient and understanding towards you, It is possible that you quite hesitate to reconnect or reconciliate with anyone , generally because of your past experiences , and that is something your future spouse understands. Your future spouse will love you by taking you two on tours or planning small picnic dates with you infact I can see you two riding bicycle enjoying laughing and giggling along sharping a simple atmosphere of love . They will always love to do sharing with you with anything , They won't ever let you feel yourself down Or in front of anyone . They will help you building good relationship with people or help you finding people who are genuine and worthy. They are more like a helper and provider for you , I feel fatherly energy here which is warm and comforting . They will love planning your birthday and surprises before hand. They will teach you on how to take new experiences or they will open doors for you which will give you an another sense of fulfillment, completion and love. They will be your ever true best friend standing by your side during worst and good always giving you the motivation and hope , teaching you how to live life . They will transform you completely.

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It's a beginning to repent the Atrocities faced on us from Pakistan;killing our 26 innocent civilians in the disgusting manner on 22nd April at pahalagm kashmir . #antipakistan #pahalagam attack #nomorepeaceful #antislam

Justice served .

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Hey you probably get plenty of messages like this. And also this gets kind of heavy/dark so warning if you don't wanna read this rn

I usually don't expect to live beyond a 3-5 year window at any given time but seeing you vibing and being trans and alive past 30 is such a blessing.

I saw your post the other day reflecting about being a sort of father figure to a bunch of people on here. It's wonderful that you're able to be that person for people who might be missing that kind of support.

Reading that affected me because I usually break down whenever someone gives me guidance or acts like a parental figure because it's so alien but it also means so much. And your post was very sweet. I hope I'll make it to a stage in life where I can also help others out. Of course that can be done any time but there's something extra special about providing support with life experience behind it.

Keep being you and happy late birthday :)

Honestly, getting out of the 3-5 year mindset is difficult for me, as well. It isn't an easy thing to work your way out of, and it can do a real number on your sense of self-worth. (I still have big problems asking people for things I want, I think because of this - I spent too long feeling like my life was an imposition, and doomed to be a brief one, at that.)

Which is why I try to encourage trans joy. If we can't fully imagine our futures yet, maybe we can still uplift folks (and spite the bastards) in the present, and just hold onto every moment we can.

I hope both of us are around in another 5 years to look back at ourselves, a little wiser and more self-confident.

But at least we have today. ❤️

[circumscribitwrites]

Trailblazer

You gotta stop again? For real? Come on, bro! This is, like, the easiest hike there is. We shoulda made it to the top by now.

Ugh, fine...

You really wanna know why it’s so hard for you? You just sit around on your ass all day, eatin’ like crap, playin’ video games, jackin’ off.

You know I’m right. You don't give a shit about yourself.

You don’t gotta be an Olympian, man. But fuckin’ go for a walk every once in a while or some shit, and don’t eat everythin’ in sight, okay?

I care about you, dude.

I dragged you out here ‘cus I wanna help you be better.

Stronger.

Healthier.

Manlier.

You don’t wanna get a heart attack and die, right? 

Good. Didn’t think so.

I’m not mad, man. It’s just…I see so much potential in you. Like, I’m talkin’ god-tier genetics, probably even better than mine. You gotta let me help you. Let me make you into what you're supposed to be.

You in? 

Alright! I knew it. So here’s the deal. I’m gonna help you recharge, and we’re gonna fuckin’ crush this hill, okay?

Now, lesson number one: You gotta stay hydrated. I got a special drink for you, and it’s got, like, a ton of protein in it. Wanna sip?

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[rottenraccoons]

hi there! i know you've said before that oleander and francesco's routes could release either separately or together- can i ask what the current plan is, if there is one?

We actually talked about this pretty seriously recently and we've decided to split Oleander and Francesco's releases. I'll preface this by saying: everyone is okay, we're all dealing with life's slings and arrows as they come (and they have come!) but no one is in an emergency situation to force this change. I wanna talk our reasoning since this is an about-face on our earlier plans, but since that's gonna be some chunky-ass paragraphs, I'll pop it under a readmore. The TL;DR is that Oleander's second chapter will be coming out first, with Francesco to follow, and both are planned to be released in 2025.

So, we haven't talked about this explicitly because it's hard to chat about this without sounding like we're throwing someone under the bus, but reading between the lines of our monthly updates you might've picked up on the fact that I (Violet) have just made more and quicker progress in script-writing than Tobi.

This isn't a question of skill or dedication to the project; Tobi adores Obscura, and y'all have seen her writing! What she does have is a contractual obligation that only allows her to put a small number of hours into Obscura per month, whereas I have a lot of control over my schedule and no such contractual issues.

The end result is that Oleander's second chapter (which isn't done, but is through the major bottleneck of the writing phase) is going to be done a fair bit sooner than Francesco's. We love you all to the ends of the Earth for being so understanding about our release schedule, and we always keep in mind that Obscura must first and foremost be something we enjoy working on. But there's still some pressure on us to release chapters as soon as we can, and sitting on a completed chapter doesn't feel good.

We want Obscura's updates to go out sooner; more frequent updates are good for us getting a sense of progress, they're good for us in a business sense, and it just feels better in general. Oleander's second chapter going out sooner will release a lot of the pressure on us, and especially on completing Francesco's second chapter.

Here's what that means for you: we're still planning to be finished with Chapter Two in 2025. Oleander's second chapter will be coming out first, and as soon as we are confident we'll hit our planned release date we'll let you know. Francesco will come later in the year, and once we're certain about release dates we'll let you know that one, too.

And for anyone who's wondering about it: Mugi still wants to do a Oleander & Francesco image to go with the Cirrus & Keir one, and it would come with Francesco's second chapter to celebrate the completion of Chapter Two.

I know this isn't the ideal release plan for everyone (it obviously wasn't our first pick, either), so thank you so much for being understanding, and thank you to everyone who has been supporting us so far. We could not have gotten this far without your enthusiasm for this project, and we're so grateful for every one of you.

[wlwsoccerfics]

A friend for Harper & Harley (Kyra Cooney-Cross/Foord/Matildas Reader)

Warnings: pregnancy announcement

Summary: you and Kyra announce your pregnancy to the Matildas.

You told people you had an Injury you needed to nurse so that's why you wouldn't play football for a while. Yet you still went to national Camp with Kyra. Your wife of a little over a year.

It was the first Lunch with everyone together and you got more and more excited for the Team to find out. So was Kyra. You two were holding hands. Before you would tell everyone else you would tell your older sister Caitlin. You went to grab a Jersey with her number on it. But instead of Foord on the back it Said 'auntie' on it. You planned on doing the same with an Ireland Jersey for Katie. For obvious reasons.

"you two are always holding hands. Our two pests are all grown up!" Lani said and wiped away a tear that wasn't there. Playfully grabbing a tissue. "I am getting emotional!" She stated.

"what can i say, i love my wife. maybe you should get yourself one!" Kyra replied and you almost choked on your water, laughing softly.

"good one!" Macca answered. Chuckling softly. She wasn't the only one finding it funny. Your sister was practically dying with laughter.

"they are like this at Arsenal as well. It's cute." Caitlin admitted.

"thanks for the support, sis!" You replied and smiled at her. You had asked her to come to your room with you and Kyra after that Lunch. Which she happily did.

"so what do you want to talk about?" Caitlin asked after she sat down on the bed in the room you shared with your wife.

"we have a gift for you!" You told her. Kyra handing her the Box.

"a Gift?" Caitlin asked and looked at the Box.

"yes. Open it." Kyra stated. Caitlin was a bit confused at first but when she took the Jersey Out of the Box and saw the word 'auntie' Written in it, she jumped Up. Tears in her eyes already.

"you aren't hurt, you are pregnant!" Your sister figured out and pulled both you and Kyra into a hug.

"exactly that!" You admitted. Tearing up now as well.

"congrats sis. Congrats Ky! I am so happy for the two of you!" Caitlin replied.

"thank you!" Your wife replied.

"yes thank you sis!" You told her. You let her know that you will tell the Team later tonight and that she can't Tell Katie cause you were planning on doing the Jersey thing for her as well. You also admitted that you haven't told anyone else just yet.

It was practice now so you decided to go for a little Walk to the bakery. Getting a huge Box of Donuts for everyone. When you got back to the Hotel you wrote 'eat Up, i can't be the only one gaining weight — y/n PS: yes it's true your two favorite pests are having a baby!' and you taped an Ultrasound picture into the Lid as well. So they would read it and See the Message and the Ultrasound picture.

When Kyra came back to the room after practice she thought the ideas was adorable and she loved it very much.

So Not even 3 hours later you placed it on the table with the desserts while everyone was eating Dinner. Kyra got everyones attention.

"the pest has something to say!" She yelled out. Everyone turned to her.

"what is it?" Charli wanted to know.

"y/n has got some Dessert for everyone. It's in the Box. So after you are done with Dinner. Please have a sweet treat." Your wife replied. The others cheered and soon started to get some Dessert. Harper was the first to Open it, together with Macca and Lani who both freaked out.

"oh my god!" Lani yelled out.

"y/n's pregnant!" Macca screamed out. Everyone went to hug and congratulate the two of you. the Girls were all cryingy while Harley and Harper jumped up and down in excitement.

"a new friend!" Harper said.

"for both of us!" Harper replied. They both were so happy. There were lots of hugs. They all promised not to post or tell anyone cause you wanted to let your Families know before telling the world. Which of course everyone respected.

[bylertruthr]

i’ve been wondering. why do people get so mad when people ship Byler, while they nonetheless support and like other ships that include Mike/El (example: Elmax)?

well the only logical explanation for this is that, if we’re being real, Elmax has almost a zero percent chance of being canon in S5. i think we can all agree with that. so people ship it because it’s fun and because their dynamic is cute, so what’s the harm in shipping them romantically right??? well that’s the thing. they KNOW it won’t be canon. that’s why they ship it, because it has almost a 0% chance of destroying their ‘perfect ship’, (aka Milkvan).

on the OTHER hand, the reason Milkvans (and some general fans) are pissed off with Byler shippers is because it actually has a chance of becoming canon in S5. think about it— what other possible reason could they be so mad at us for shipping them together? because they’re two boys?? but aren’t Elmax also two girls? so that’s not a valid excuse.

they see how our theories and proof make sense, yet they still call us “delusional” and that we’re “trying to make a character gay” because that’s the only responses they can ever come up with. to add to it, it has literally never been confirmed or denied that Mike is straight or not. so we are technically allowed to theorise about his sexuality and his possibly internalised homophobia; unlike Will who is canonically gay and in love with Mike (confirmed by Noah Schnapp, who plays Will, himself.) (also to all those who ship him with El, please get help. i mean it. <3)

it’s also the fact that if Will were a girl, i mean, just think about it— almost EVERY Milkvan shipper would be ready to admit that there’s something between Will and Mike. i can guarantee that 70% of Milkvan shippers would probably be team Byler. but they can’t see the signs because, number one, they’re less obvious to the GA, and number two, they’re both guys, so obviously their chemistry is just platonic, right? 😒

again, i’m not saying that affectionate male friendships shouldn’t be normalised in TV shows. i absolutely think they should be. but it’s the fact that there’s so much evidence backing up our theories and claims that makes us believe that this is not just a “simple affectionate male friendship.” again, we’re just called delusional because we DARE to believe in a queer couple being endgame. isn’t that crazy, when you think about it?

if you’re ever having Byler doubt, do not let those milkvans brainwash you into thinking you’re imagining things, because you’re not. you’re one of the few who can actually detect possibly hidden romantic innuendo, and i’m proud of you for that. you’re not delusional. you’re not desperate for a character to be queer. you’re simply observing and seeing very clear facts.

thank you for reading my rant if you made it this far 💕😭

[lilies-of-the-fields]

jumping in to add information on ticks/fleas/pests and lawn maintenance!! @metapianycist is not wrong-- ticks are vectors for a number of dangerous diseases depending on where you live, so it's important to be aware of the risks !! --

and

there's a growing body of research with evidence suggesting that letting lawns grow tall(er) may help reduce pest pressure! including fleas and ticks

... this actually got super long, so, tl;dr

Not mowing for a month and letting grasses flower and go to seed is usually less work for us humans and more resources for pollinators at a critical time of the year. Taller grass can lead to more insects in general, but not necessarily.

if you're concerned about ticks as disease vectors, that's reasonable. Region and location can significantly influence how much of a risk there is of contracting disease. Pesticide/insecticide use might actually be more relevant than how tall your lawn is, though.

ok extra context & info below!!

i'm struggling to find up-to-date studies rn but the theory behind this is that very short lawn -- 'scalped'/ buzz cut or even 1" -- is an extraordinarily hostile environment for many creatures, including those that prey on ticks, fleas, and other insects that might eat our beloved plants. and so only the hardiest or most adaptable species can persist, e.g. fire ants.

when lawn (conventional turf grass is what I'm talking about here) is allowed to grow taller (3-4") then amid the grasses and the soil there is much more ecological complexity and shelter from the elements, etc. This allows many more organisms to survive. More complexity and more life means "pests" and disease vectors are better kept in check.

again, struggling w/ searches today but i will say that my background in ecology leads me to believe that the effect from reducing mowing frequency/raising lawn height is amplified by any additional strategies that increase habitat for wildlife (e.g. converting more 'lawn' space to native plantings that mimic local ecosystems), likely for the same reasons. the journal article below has a lot of great information although slightly out of date.

(it talks about organic land management in the original sense, that is, a systems-based approach that tries to promote ecological connection and health. Not simply "non-synthetic fertilizers and chemicals".)

"A Review of Organic Lawn Care Practices and Policies in North America and the Implications of Lawn Plant Diversity and Insect Pest Management" (2015)

and this bit from the abstract of

"Impact of mowing frequency on arthropod abundance and diversity in urban habitats: A meta-analysis" (2022):

"... manicured lawns disproportionately favor the abundance of “pest” species as well as ground-dwelling arthropods. Overall, the findings of the present meta-analysis strongly support the notion that a reduction in mowing frequencies in urban greenspaces benefits insect biodiversity."

if you're interested in this concept, i recommend checking out information about landscape immunity -- the idea that ecological health is directly tied to human health. Even the proximity of your yard to land w/ less human disturbance, or how fragmented habitat in your area is, can influence tick/fleas/pests populations and disease risks

if you just want to take care of your yard in a way that's hopefully less work and good for wildlife, i recommend talking to your county agriculture extension (often abbreviated IFAS, institute of food and agriculture sciences). Every county in the U.S. has one (it's actually a legacy of federal land grant programs that stole Indigenous land :/ ). They do provide information for individuals, business owners, even HOAs and local governments on pretty much anything relating to food & agriculture.

They will have place-based recommendations for managing your lawn/garden. Depending on your county you may want to ask specifically for integrated pest management strategies or no-mow groundcover recommendations. ime extension agents usually default to more conventional "lawn management" approaches when the subject is turfgrass and mowing.

pollinator conservation programs like Bee City USA are also a good bet for finding info like this, just with a much more specific eye towards ecological impact and quality

On the news I saw that they were talking about this thing called No Mow May where people don't mow their lawns in May because it's good for the bees. As an Autistic person I thought this was a great idea as I hate the sound of the wretched lawnmower.

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Two people are shaking hands. One person is labelled as "some Autistic People" and the other person is labelled as "bees". The hands ate both shaking to agree on "No mow May". End Description.

[nionom-art]

Man every time I see your art as well as other Miraculous AU writers/artists it makes me really want to make my own au. I've got ideas, but i always worry it won't ever be as good as I'd want it to be or too ooc. How do you get past all those concerns? Do you have a support system for things like this?

Well, one thing that weirdly helps me is knowing that no matter how good I do, someone out there is going to dislike my au- and that’s perfectly okay. I mean, even the best books out there have one star reviews on Amazon, after all. We all have different tastes and interests, which is awesome, actually.

The thing is though, there is always someone out there who will LOVE your work- it’s exactly their thing. One thing I’ve learned is that if you like what you create, others will too (if you want to create a story, chances are there are people out there who want to see exactly the thing your writing about in a story as much as you do).

I am a people pleaser unfortunately, so I worry about people’s perception of me all the time. Keeping this in mind helps a lot with that.

The way I personally get past my own concerns about being ooc or not being good enough is by realizing that all I really need to do is try my best. There’s no way my renditions of specific characters will be completely in character all the time. I mean, look at all the most popular fanfics out there- I guarantee a good number of the characters in those fics are ooc. But that’s what’s cool about fanfiction- we all have our different takes on characters- and I think that’s really awesome. Personally, I think it’s fine for characters to be ooc, not only because it shows the author’s creativity and intent, but, well, also cuz it’s inevitable honestly. So, as long as you’re happy with how you wrote the character, don’t worry too much about them being ooc.

Now, if I ever feel like I’m not getting a character, or am unsatisfied with the way I wrote them, I often ask for another opinion (usually from my sister). She thinks very differently from me, which is helpful for writing characters I wouldn’t otherwise get very well (Lila and Adrien- looking at you). She thinks of all sorts of things I never would have thought of on my own (big thanks to her for being my pseudo editor, haha).

So I would say having a small group of irl or online friends to share your work with really helps- even if it’s just one person. They can give helpful feedback and can offer some support too.

Hope something in here helps!

[chigsprincess]

Starstruck

a/n: I love this man sm I swear to god, i wanna put him in my pocket and carry him around. anyway!! slight spoilers from chapter 301 my loves, so proceed with caution.

“This is crazy.” You mumbled under your breath as you fought your way through the crowd gathering in Roppongi. You were determined to see your boyfriend again, preferably from up close, but it seemed like you underestimated the sheer power of media exposure. Blue Lock TV sure did the guys a favour. It’s not that you weren’t happy for him, but right now, as you fought a war even to take one more step forward, you cursed fame more than anything.

After what had to be at least an hour of pushing and stepping on strangers feet, you finally emerged victorious, standing at the base of the stairs with a blue lock bear plushie in your hand, a small gift you brought for him in the other, and a jersey with his name and number on you, waiting patiently for him to finally show up. You felt like a groupie. It was a new and awkward experience. You never had to fight for your boyfriend’s attention before, and looking around you, hearing random people chanting his name was a real eye opener. You knew things would be different from now on, of course you did. He had a 240 million offer from one of the biggest football teams in the world, You weren’t stupid. Seeing it in person, however, was a lot different.

You weren’t his loudest supporter anymore, he wasn’t just for your eyes only, and he certainly wasn’t just your ‘Ichi’ anymore. He belonged to the world now, which filled you with immense pride and joy, but it had a bit of a sour aftertaste. You knew him, and you also knew this wouldn’t get to his head. He wouldn’t change, he wouldn’t replace you, wouldn’t leave you behind. You were always so sure of that, but now, as the reality of it all dawned on you, a small spark of doubt ignited in your mind.

You didn’t have too much time to dwell on this, however. The crowd erupted in cheers and shouts, dragging you out from your thoughts, back into the real world. Your eyes sparkled as you stared upwards, looking for him with growing urgency. Once you finally spotted him, you smiled brightly, probably brighter than ever before, but the dumbass was too focused on the other side of the crowd to notice you. You sighed, gathering all the air you had in your lungs, and shouted his name: “Ichi!”

He immediately whipped his head around, a stupid grin settling on his face at the sound of the nickname you always used for him. He locked eyes with you for the first time in months, practically skipping over to the railing to wave at you. “y/n”! He shouted excitedly, then he was immediately whacked in the face by a pack of Kintsuba you bought him. He stumbled to catch it, looking at you with an ‘are you for real?’ expression, before smiling brightly again. “I did it! y/n we are rich!” You just chuckled, shaking your head at his stupid joke, but the words he used immediately calmed something in you down. ‘We.’ Guess you didn’t have to worry about anything after all.

word count: 532

[ilovereadingandstuff]

Never said that last thing you said.

I DO support the idea that bnha was not written correctly. I do see it flaws, of how Hori messed up in the story-telling throughout nearing the final arc.

I did focused on Izuku 'cuz 1. that was the thing that was disputed above before my intervention 2. Katsuki's character depends on him.

Here I say that I DO recognized that Katsuki ended up in a weird way 'cuz his character was reduced to his conection with Izuku. He is not an independent character in relation to the MC of the story, as his whole ordeal was rotated and centered towards Izuku and how their relationship affected him. Yes! he 100% had potential, he's an incredible complex character with an interesting background and innovating setting in the way he was gonna grow to be an adult and incredible hero, and I do believe we could see quite a lot of it, but yeah, he was ruined in that way on his relationship with Izuku, 'cuz, as much Izuku is such and important part for his growth, he ended up being the only cause of it.

I did read all what you wrote, so don't bother on it.

Also, doesn't it the whole 'i chase after you and now you chase after me' thingy was a way to express that Katsuki needed to mature in the way he view other people?? He has always been incredible in terms of heroism and power, but his quest thorught the manga was exactly the opposite: to learn to relay on people, to be kind, to be a good person and accept help, have compannion as he needed to learn to 'save' not only 'win'.

Everyone deserved recognition, 'cuz literally the whole students of UA were even more helpfull in the war than the adults. But Izuku carried the burden of way too many, as he also dealt with the most dangerous ones, that's why he also deserves that recognition.

Don't all class A and more achieved their dreams of being a hero? Ochako with his project, Katsuki started being in 4 place, Shoto 2nd, many of the characters with their own agencies, in romantic relationships, time to spare AND their solo/interns careers as heroes? that's why Izuku also deserved it, 'cuz he served just as the others did but without a quirk he couldn't become a hero on his own (with that, again, I am not that much of a supporter of this idea, but it is what we were given).

Your point is "Making Bakugo number 1 in the rankings was the least and the easiest thing Hori could do. And it could at least be a little bit satisfying for us who actually care about his character as an individual character."

and here i can say that Katsuki IS achieving in his own head and mind that number 1 spot: as he is rising from 15 to 4, the ranking system is a joke and competing with Izuku is a motivation for him to keep on aiming higher.

Katsuki was a manhandled character during the finalization of mha, and just as the whole manga, it ended poorly written, but with the best Hori could offer this final chapters, I think it's just enough what we were given.

We don't know the reasons of why the writting decrease quality so much, could it be Hori being sick, the inside pressure of the editorial, own personal reasons, his lack on interest, and so on, but with what we were given, Katsuki stands quite good of what he could have ended up.

At least we are not with him looking depressed and in the 15th spot, as chapter 431 left us with.

And for your information, I am both an Izuku and a Katsuki fan. And even thought I love bnha and will always be a fan, I do see through the errors that Hori have made and the way the story is not perfect, and totally treated many characters and story arcs quite bad towards the ending.

At this point, I'm almost agreeing with your point, 'cuz bnha pretty much can be said to have ended up in garbage, but Katsuki getting 1 place kinda loses the whole point of his character development: that he didn't need that external recognition, as he needed to value more his own (needed to see more highly to himself in terms of his previous insecurities [externalized in arrogance and angryness]) and his interaction with others.

I legitimately don't know who else to talk to so... I'm so tired of being a Bakugo fan who doesn't like Deku. It's like Horikoshi himself doesn't gaf about Bakugo and only wants Bakugo as a tool for hos precious little MC. Bakugo is so dehumanized in the series that no one cares about him outside of connecting him to Deku. He is not even allowed to be higher than Deku in a ranking where Deku is technically quirkless! Ngl, I feel like I want all the money I spent on MHA back but I don't know who to rant to or talk to. This ain't fair result for Bakugo at all

I understand you don't know who to talk to about this, but I'm honestly flabbergasted you came to me, one of the most openly critical people of the inclusion of those rankings in the first place. They mean nothing. They're honestly a joke. I can't imagine taking the fact that Katsuki is one rank below Izuku as anything serious and offensive because it's so meaningless. The *only* meaning you can ascribe to this situation is that Katsuki's heart truly wasn't in the competition at all until Izuku got back in the game. Now he's getting to do the exact thing he wanted to do so badly he cried openly about it to Izuku in the hospital--he's getting to chase after Izuku again. I can only assume that these rankings would just fluctuate all the time after this point. One of them will always be chasing the other, no matter who is "out in the lead."

And please be wary of using terms like "dehumanized" in reference to fictional characters. These aren't people. They literally are intangible objects. Katsuki literally is a literary tool to be used in a narrative. You're treating this mini-chapter as though it's depicting a static situation that will never change for the rest of their lives. But it's your job as a reader to infer the dynamism into the little details. Plenty of other characters care about Katsuki, and we've been shown that throughout the series. Plenty of fans care about Katsuki, and they have demonstrated that in their fan creations. Horikoshi himself even said in this fanbook that his favorite part of the story to write was the story between Izuku and Katsuki. It's not shocking in that case that he'd focus more of his attention on fleshing out the relationship between them than between Katsuki and anyone else. Nothing about that implies to me that Horikoshi doesn't care about Katsuki.

So if you want to vent to someone about your frustrations, maybe write a blog post or find someone who is upset about the same things as you. But if you want someone to counter your feelings and give you a reason to change your mind, this is about all I'm willing to provide. Good luck out there.

[fuck-i-like-too-much-stuff]

One thing i love about the PeBaCa trio is that each pair has such unique experiences with the industry, and while i am not entirely aware of the experiences in their entirety, i know just by observing them today that there is true love and friendship that has stayed the foundation for them.

Like with Off and Gun, they are famously the couple that has never broken up and has the highest number of shows any BL pairing does. They are consistently acting together and separately, and their chemistry has never once faltered. Observing footage of them from a decade back to now, you can clearly see how much theyve grown and matured in every possible way and yet have not let go of each other's hands even a bit.

With Tay and New, they have given new meaning to the multiple nature of pairings with acting in romantic roles and platonic roles alongside each other and consistently delivering on chemistry each time. They have amazing banter and even better support for each other, which just goes to show how there is so much love and comfort between them.

Krist and Singto, the comeback kings, the ones who everyone thought were gone. Yet, there is a show thats going to air with them as leads, a parody about their own life story in less than 2 weeks. They have both developed themselves into becoming the best in their fields, parallely and together. Then found each other again. To return to something that you once left with bittersweet memories because of the one person who held onto the sweetness, if that isn't trust and love i have no clue what is.

I dont know, i just find them to be great examples of how great this industry can be despite the ugliness in the truth it lives. And how these people have stood really strong as pillars for it despite the harm it has caused to them. Because they give a fuck about it, about each other and about all the people who dream to one day make it to where they are and beyond.

[persisting]

Hey gang. I don’t talk about this too much here beyond “I was laid off and it sucks,” but I was laid off from my job last year, and it was my wife and I’s primary income. My former company forced us to move to the Bay Area, California, which is one of the most expensive places in the world to live (we decidedly don’t have money to move anywhere else right now.) We are very broke, and while I’ve had a good number of interviews and leads, I still have not been able to find a job. My parents help where they can, but they don’t have a lot.

So, I’m very sorry to ask, but we could really use some help. Ideally I’d love to raise about $2k, which would handle bills and food for like a month and a half, which would give me more time to get a job. But literally any amount would be helpful and go a long way to easing our situation.

If you’re able and willing, my wife @snowlikeash ‘s kofi link is here:

And my Paypal is darkharmony at gmail dot com.

Here are cats for your joy. 💕 You may also reblog if you wish. Thank you!