#like guys it's not that hard to treat us well

[mass-convergence]

Okay so this is actually a really … I don’t want to just say interesting … tragically interesting? Case.

Please forgive me, this is long.

The flight is Birgenair 301 that crashed off the coast of the Dominican Republic in 1996.

Basically what happened is that shortly after takeoff, the pilots lost control of the aircraft and it nosedived into the sea.

How did that happen?

Well it wasn’t due to a swarm of angry wasps in the cockpit.

The plane hadn’t been flown in 20 days and two days prior to the flight they were doing some maintenance on it. You see these things?

This is a pitot tube. There are multiple of them on the aircraft because they’re critical for measuring airspeed. Airspeed is what keeps the plane in the air. How does the pitot tube measure airspeed?

Well it points directly into the flow of air and as air flows into the tube, through a bunch of fluid dynamics mumbo jumbo it calculates the airspeed. Very basically - it measures a pressure differential between the dynamic pressure of the air being forced into the tube (since it’s pointed into the flow) and the static pressure (basically whatever the air pressure is outside the plane - since air pressure drops as you ascend).

It is critically important that these tubes not be blocked. In fact they’re supposed to be covered while the plane’s not in use to prevent the tubes from being blocked by dirt, water, etc. (they’re supposed to be removed before flight - that’s a whole OTHER air disaster).

Enter … the humble mud dauber

Seriously these wasps are pretty docile.

But the issue is that they build these nests, not like the umbrella nests you associate with paper wasps but these organ pipe shaped deals made of … well - mud.

And wouldn’t you know - there’s a ton of these guys living in the Dominican Republic? And they can make their nests in a few days. Apparently it’s been known to happen that they build their nests in pitot tubes because tube. That’s why it’s important to keep pitot tubes covered when the plane’s not being used.

So the theory behind Birgenair 301 is:

They did some maintenance a couple of days before the flight which necessitated the removal of the pitot tube covers.

Maintenance never replaced said covers.

A mud dauber found its way into a pitot tube.

The captan’s side pitot tube gets blocked and no one notices before the flight that a critical sensor is basically nonfunctioning.

The pilots take off in the aircraft.

As the plane ascends in altitude, the air pressure in the blocked pitot tube stays the same as it was at sea level while the actual air pressure outside of the plane decreases.

The computer then interprets this as “oh … the plane’s traveling super fucking fast” and kicks off a bunch of over speed warnings to the pilots.

This flight took place in the dark of night over the ocean - there are absolutely zero visual references for these pilots to go off of, they can only rely on their instruments.

There are multiple pitot tubes on the plane to prevent a situation where a faulty sensor causes all the instruments to get fucked. The issue is the pilots have to diagnose which sensor is faulty. Which when the plane is currently yelling at you that your plane is about to fall apart because it’s going faster than it was designed for - it can be hard to troubleshoot that. The pilots actually thought that both sensors were faulty when it was really just the captain’s airspeed indicator that was wrong - the copilot’s was fine.

The pilots got super confused and treated the overspeed warning as a true warning and … well what do you do when the plane is going too fast? You slow it down.

So they did. They reduced the engine output to idle and pitched the aircraft nose up which slowed the plane down.

Which caused another warning system on the plane to trip because the other sensors on the plane recognized they were about to stall the aircraft.

So basically you have one alarm telling you you’re going way too fast and another alarm telling you you’re going way too slow. It’s a recipe for confusion and you don’t have a lot of time to get it right. Unfortunately they got it very very wrong.

They kept slowing the plane down - thinking it was going too fast - and basically their plane fell out of the sky. If it were daytime and they could see the horizon and other visual references - they’d have known they were losing altitude fast and might have been able to save the plane because they would have known the stall warning was legit. Unfortunately it was night time.

There have been similar crashes to Birgenair - one famous one was Air France 447 where the pitot tubes were blocked by ice.

Another one was Aeroperu 603 where the pitot tubes had been taped over during maintenance.

(Green Dot and Disaster Breakdown are my two favorite YouTube channels that cover air disasters like these)

i hate these videos but these chibi planes are sooo cute & expressive & gauche

[luluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu]

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˚ ✶ ⋆｡˚𓆟 Synopsis: You're not in love, that's what you keep telling yourself. But if you keep denying it, it'll only hurt you more

˚ ✶ ⋆｡˚𓆟Extra Details: F!Reader, Unrequited love. Angst, only cussed once or twice I think

˚ ✶ ⋆｡˚𓆟 Lovely Notes: This took me a week to write so hopefully you guys like it! Requests are open and I will be posting Se-mi fake dating tomorrow since it needs MAJOR editing. Also Requests are open!

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It's easy to live in denial, but accepting the truth is one of the hardest things to do. Acceptance and denial. Two words so closely related yet so different. It was so easy to convince yourself Se-mi was just a friend whilst you ignore the way your heart races when she looks in your direction. It’s so easy saying you don’t like her despite the tingling jealousy that builds up whenever she talks or even mentions another girl. Convincing everyone that you had absolutely no romantic feelings for her was almost as easy as breathing, but the more you deny it, the more painful the truth and acceptance will be.

The more the words repeat in your head, the more you are forced to remember how long you've been putting these feelings aside all in denial. Se-mi is going on a date with a girl she met at one of Thanos's parties. “I’m just looking out for her” was the same excuse you had always told yourself. Just a protective friend definitely not because the mere idea of her even looking at another girl in that way hurts. We're just friends and I'm just a friend to her.

Just a friend

Just…a…friend….

The more the words repeat in your head, the more it feels true yet the impending hope of what things could overshadow the denial. I mean if it's so easy to convince them…why can't you convince yourself? Why is it so hard to just be okay with her going on a date with another girl…a girl that isn't you. Why is it so hard to just accept that you are nothing more than her friend?

Saturday afternoon rolled around, and a harsh knock at your bedroom window had woken you up. It was Se-mi, it was only ever her. You slowly get up from the warmth of your comfortable bed, a strangely unfamiliar place. This was wrong, you knew it was wrong but why are you still giving in? Despite your better judgement, you open the window and let her in. Se-mi does her signature smirk “Woke you up?” she asks, sitting on your bed. “No..Kind of?” you say standing up and looking at her. “Uhmm? What's up?” You say, your voice sounded quieter and slightly nervous but why were YOU nervous? It was just Se-mi. “Okay so I'm supposed to meet Ji-Yeong- later at the amusement park” Se-mi says excitedly. You stare at her, your eyes looking hollow as you try to hold in the jealousy. No, it wasn't jealousy, you thought to yourself, it was just that you didn't like how Ji-Yeong treated her. That's all. “Uh-huh” you gave her a half response as she talks about her excitement “She's pretty and nice, it think we'd be more than a casual fling” Se-mi jokes. Se-Mi had always been a bit of a player ever since you had met her. It was never the same girl.

“Cool, have fun with her” you say, your tone was harsher, colder. A tone you've never used with Se-mi. Your response catches her off guard “Woah, something wrong?” she asks. Se-mi had always been good at reading your feelings and being able to tell when something was wrong. “Nothing’s wrong, I just woke up so I'm just sleepy! yep very sleepy still and probably tired..like REALLY tired” you say starting to ramble and hoping that your response was convincing enough.

“Staying up late editing again, huh?” She teased.You roll your eyes “shouldn’t you be getting reader for your date with Ji-yeong” You say as your voice became snarky the instant you said her name. “Woah don't get all sassy, I just know you too well” She says with a big grin. But if she really knew you so well, then how come she didn't notice? How did she not see how you were so obviously in love with her. Maybe she did and just chose to ignore it or maybe she didn't know you at all. You're suddenly taken back to reality when Se-mi places her hand on your shoulders “Hey, you're not upset about me waking you up right?” Her voice was gentle and sweet. Your face flushes “Yeah” you say as Se-Mi smiles and hugs you gently

It was a tough day that day, after se-mi had left for her date you couldn't stop wondering. Wondering if the date was okay, wondering if Se-mi talked to Ji-yeong the same way she did with you. Se-mi’s date should be over by now, she hadn't even texted you. You were hoping, begging even that Se-mi would come over to say it didn't go well. For her to go to your apartment and realize she wanted you. No, you just want her to be okay, you don't like her, you're not in love. But if you're not, why does it hurt so Goddamn bad that she's on a date with Kim Ji-Yeong and not YOU. It's almost like your prayers had been answered the moment you heard your door knocked, you rushed towards your door, wiping your face from any kind of imperfection you thought you had. Slowly, you open the door and smile warmly seeing Se-mi. “Hey!” you said, your voice seemed all too happy. “Hi” she smiled warmly as she walked in and sat on your couch. “How'd it go?” you say quietly, wishing in every bone in your body that she'd say it went horrible, it was bad and she'd never go to Ji-yeong ever again.

“We’re dating now!” Se-mi says with such excitement in her voice. Your smile immediately drops and before you know it you’re staring at her, dumbstruck.”What?” what, the only words you could muster out. “The date went perfect, we were going to take it slow but she’s just too good to lose” Se-mi says with a bright grin. You stare at her in silence “You need to go” you whisper quietly. “What? Did I say something wrong?” Se-mi says in an upset tone “I just need you to leave, like right now” You say your voice cracks as you feel tears threatening to fall. “I’m not fucking leaving you until you tell me what’s wrong?” she says as she stands up. Her face was stern as she stared at you. And before you know it, you’re crying screaming out every single thing you’ve felt for the past 5 years. “I’m in love with you Se-mi! I can’t keep doing this! It hurts knowing you’re not MINE. I can’t even stand the mere idea that you’re hanging around other people. You can’t even see that, I’ve tried so hard to not be in love with you but I can’t. I can’t… I can’t keep living like this, I can’t keep acting like I don’t love you and that we’re just best friends” You say, stumbling on your words as you rant. Se-mi stared at you with a blank expression. “Look, You’re a great person and the best friend” she starts but you don’t even let her finish “Please… Just leave” you choked out through your tears and she glances at you one last time before leaving.

WIth a heavy heart, you knew you should’ve stayed quiet. Emotions aren’t easy. Maybe if you had just accepted instead of denying, maybe the weights in your hearts wouldn’t drag you down like an anchor. Maybe then, Se-mi would still have been your best friend.

[lostinlovingrevery]

MORE being domestic with Logan pt 2: BUT you and logan get your first home together

- whatever your situation is with logan, either an apartment together, living seperate, living in the mansion- you both decided you wanted to get a house together

- logan picks up the more serious responsibilities of finding a house (not bc you couldnt do it and youre fully aware of everything. Its just logan has been alive for 200 years and he knows exactly what to do and expect) while you just scroll through pics on zillow and point out the houses you like and didnt lile

-whether you two want kids or not, you still agree to get a slightly bigger home- just to be able to have space for the chaos that may or may not ensue from yourselves or loved ones who visit

- you are more whimsy about how pretty the house is. Logan drills the realtor over the history, maintenance, plumbing, electrical- you name it he questions it

- "gotta make sure this place is perfect for you bub"

-once you finally pick a place, the lease is signed and keys handed over. You and logan spend the night in your first home that day!! No furntiure, just some pillows and blankets as you lay on the living room floor and talk about how to decorate and where to put furniture

- maybe yall christen the house by making love (fucking) right there on the floor too...

- after the chaos of moving in happens, youre working and logan is home. You come home to find at least one of the bathrooms completely torn out

- you could be mad that logan started this project without talking to you first but tbh you were kinda expecting it. He was staring a bit too hard at the tile when you were looking...

- sometimes you wonder if you should look up nesting habits for wolverines because the man spends the next year on housing projects. Only to learn later from jean that scott did the same thing in their house. Must be a man thing.

- you bicker over paint colors, placement over furniture.

- you and logan never have to pay a contractor to fix anything. No plumbling, electrical, maintenance. The mans got 200 years of experience and hes "not gotta waste money on some asshole who dont even know how to do the job right"

- (he also just doesnt like the idea of strangers in yours and his house)

-HOLIDAYS

- logan acts all tough but hes ALL about decorating for the holidays. Esp christmas

- "cant be letting the neighbors looking better than us"

-he lets you take care of the gardening. Plants just seem to hate him. Hell do the heavy lifting of mulch and soil and cutting the lawn though

-eventually he does get friendly with the neighbors and one day you cant find him and hes outside talking to "Gary" and several other men on the street, beers in hand, as they watched someone down the street cutting down a huge tree and theyre all critiquing his methods

- if youre part of the xmen, you both take turns on missions so someone is always able to be able to keep an eye on the house

- slow dancing in the kitchen at night

- if you get married or are already married he makes it a point to carry you through the threshold. More than once.

BONUS W kids 🩷

- if and when you guys decide to have kids, youre in for a treat.

- if you thought logan was bad before, hes ten times worsting. Hes nesting and has probably redone the babys/kids bedroom like 5 times before they arrive

- he wants to put all the baby furniture together but you insist he wait so you both can do it. You end up arguing during half of it but yalls are a team and figure it out (well logan does. You just smile prettily at him while he fixes whatever you messed up)

- if yall are adopting, logan is so tense about the house looking perfect and being a home for the one your adopting.

-hes worried about being a dad but honestly hed been a dad for a long ass time, maybe not biologically a dad yet, but he def is in spirit (rogue, kitty, laura, you name them)

Enjoy!!! ❤️😊

[fairytaleendingss]

Inedible

Summary: You feel guilty when your OCD prevents you from eating the dinner James has cooked for you.

Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

CW: OCD symptoms, food anxiety, intrusive thoughts, mentions of food poisoning.

Hey guys! This is kind of different from some other stuff I've written previously but I wanted to give it a go. I'm kind of nervous for people to read it since it's quite personal so be gentle haha.

For context, I have been experiencing symptoms of OCD for the last couple of years (quite intensely at times) and I've unfortunately been unable to receive an official diagnosis so far. However, I also deeply resonate with many people's experiences with the condition and I have always wished there would be more fanfiction and content in general which depicted these experiences. So I figured, why not give it a go myself?

This is solely based on personal experiences and I'm aware that everyone has different symptoms so it might not be 100% accurate to everyone's experience. But I hope that someone out there is able to relate to it.

Let me know what you think and if you'd like to see me write more fics that involve a reader with OCD.

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You sat at the dinner table as James bounced around the kitchen. The clattering of pots and pans could be heard as your boyfriend worked on his self-proclaimed "masterpiece".

You had had a long week at work and come Friday night, James insisted on treating you to a surprise homecooked dinner. You appreciated the gesture but James wasn't particularly well known in his friend group for his cooking capabilities and that made you slightly anxious. He insisted that he knew what he was doing, that this was his mother's old recipe and he'd helped her make it 1000 times growing up but something inside of you was still unsure. His determination to exile you from the kitchen wasn't helping matters either.

"Hey, honey, if you're going to use that cheese in the fridge, could you check the expiration date? It's been in there a little while." You called as your foot bounced up and down beneath the table.

"Don't worry, I'm not using that one," he called back. More pots and pans rattled around and you couldn't help but chuckle at the noise (and inevitable mess) he was making.

You leaned back in your chair and heaved out a heavy breath, trying to calm your nerves.

"This is so stupid," you muttered to yourself. "It's literally just dinner."

James emerged from the kitchen a few minutes, carrying two full plates and looking particularly pleased with himself. He placed one down on the table in front of you and took a seat opposite.

"Here you are, love. Dinner is served."

You mustered the best smile you could before glancing down at the plate in front of you. You did your best to contain your disappointment.

Chicken.

Dear god, why did it have to be chicken?

You looked up to see that James was already digging in, while a million thoughts raced through your mind.

What if he hasn't cooked it properly?

You'll get Salmonella and end up in Hospital.

If you eat this, you'll get sick and miss out on your friend's birthday party tomorrow. You've been looking forward to that for weeks!

"Is everything okay?"

James was staring up at you with those big brown eyes of his and you felt guilt begin to flood every inch of your body. He'd work so hard to make you this! He was so excited. You were letting him down by not trying it.

You nodded shortly, sending him a tight lipped smile as you picked up your knife and fork. Quickly you scooped up some of the vegetables on your plate and shoved them into your mouth.

Of course they tasted delicious.

They were sitting up against the chicken! What if they're contaminated with bacteria?

Did he remember to use different chopping boards for the meat and vegetables?

You shook your head discretely, as if in attempt to clear it of intrusive thoughts. It didn't work.

For the next 10 minutes you watched James eat while hesitantly picking at the greenery on your plate, all the while guilt gnawed at the walls of your stomach. You felt so bad that you were almost ready to cry.

At one point you picked up your knife and dug it into a piece of the chicken. You examined the slice thoroughly, shifting it on your fork to see it under the light. It looked fine. Not pink at all. Perfectly cooked.

But what if you just can't see it properly?

What if another section of it is undercooked?

You just couldn't do it. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't bring yourself to eat it. The thought only made the pit in your stomach grow deeper. James was going to be so upset.

As if on cue, the boy looked up at you, observing the anguished look on your face.

"Hey, what's going on? You've hardly touched your meal. Don't you like it?"

Your heart clenched and you felt tears burn against the back of your eyes.

"No it's not that. I'm just not very hungry tonight."

James raised a brow at you, setting his cutlery down. "Come on, love, I know that's not true. I've been listening to your stomach growl all evening. Tell me what's really going on."

You sniffled lightly, looking down at your hands which were fidgeting in your lap.

"I'm so sorry James. I feel really bad but I don't know if I can eat this."

You didn't look up at him. You couldn't bare to see the disappointment on his face. Feelings of shame and embarrassment began to join the flurry of emotions that swirled within you. You felt ridiculous. It was only a piece of chicken after all.

"Sweetheart, look at me."

You didn't know when exactly it had happened - you were too distracted with your own shame - but at some point, James had moved from his chair and was now kneeling at your side.

He lifted a gentle hand to brush away the tears that had begun to leak down your cheeks.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to eat it if you don't want to."

You sighed, a new wave of tears beginning to fall as you looked up at him. "I do want to eat it. It looks amazing but I just... I can't!"

You were getting frustrated now. You were annoyed that your stupid brain wouldn't let you do something as simple as eat the meal your boyfriend had so kindly made you.

"Y/n, it's okay. I understand, you can't help it," James comforted, pulling you towards him and engulfing you in his strong arms.

He gently rubbed your back, whispering words of reassurance into your ear as more frustrated tears fell.

After a while, you pulled away, straightening yourself up, feeling absolutely mortified by your reaction to something as simple as a meal in front of you.

James, however, seemed completely unphased.

"Why don't we put this in the fridge and order some take-away instead?"

You looked up at him with wide eyes. "But you just spent so long making this for me."

"Eh, not to worry," he reassured casually. "You're just having a bad day, lovely. I'm not going to pressure you to eat it. Besides, Sirius is coming over tomorrow. I'm sure he'll eat it. He's always keen to go through our left-overs."

You sniffled, letting out a watery chuckle.

"That's my girl," James muttered affectionately. "Now why don't you look up the menu from that Pizza place that you like down the road while I tidy up."

You nodded lovingly, watching James whistle to himself as he wandered back into the kitchen.

You let out a sigh, pulling out your phone. Thank god for James Potter.

[cruel-as-sin]

but one out of twenty isn’t so bad (is that so bad?) | logan howlett

↳ summary: set three months after the events of westchester and nine months before the movie logan, this story follows logan and a mysterious man he meets as they work to achieve their own goals and end up growing closer in the process

word count: tbd (ongoing)

song: normalcy | gigi perez

pairings: old man!logan x original character

content warnings: 18+ content (MDNI), SO much angst i’m warning you now, eventual fluff, eventual smut, slow burn (and i mean slow), canon-typical violence, any themes you see in the movie logan you can expect to find here, this story may not have a happy ending, read at your own risk

↳ a/n: i am so SO excited to start writing this fic you have no idea! i’ve been cooking this idea for months, so trust me this has been a looooong time coming. i will try to have updates out as fast as i can and keep you guys posted, but just know i am a college student with a very busy life and inspiration can be hard to come by. i hope you guys will enjoy this story as much as i do!

more specific information regarding tags/warnings, word count, music inspiration, pairings/characters, etc. can be found at the start of each chapter

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There are no more mutants on Planet Earth.

That’s what the government will tell you, what you’ll see in the papers and learn in history classes for generations to come. People have beaten the subject of mutation into the ground- they’ve made podcasts about what powers they’d like to have, written articles about the societal consequences to treating anyone different as less than the rest of us, done scientific research on the short-lived ‘mutant phenomenon,’ studied the ruins of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, hypothesized about their evolution and extinction.

The world was left reeling in the aftermath of the incident in Westchester. Questions arose of limitations on powers, mutant control, the threat these otherworldly abilities might pose- the same old arguments, time and time again.

But none of it matters now. Charles Xavier is dead, the X-Men are gone, and there are no more mutants.

Well… almost.

Logan Howlett is one of the rare few that are left, a survivor of the last recorded ‘mutant disturbance.’ He has one goal in life- take care of an ailing Charles Xavier. That’s it. Nothing else matters to him anymore.

Rowan Hawthorne has spent years living life in the shadows, trying his best to keep the demons of his past at bay. He wants to settle into a quieter life, one that doesn’t involve so many things that could haunt him- but for now, he’s on a mission.

One is determined to uncover the truth behind his past, the other is intent on burying the past forever. When their worlds meet, they find themselves inexplicably bound together.

The world wants to bring them down. The question is, will they let it?

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Chick Habit | Megumi Fushiguro

10: Teenage Whore

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When I was a teenage whore

My mother asked me she said baby what bores

I gave you plenty why could/do you want more

Baby why are you a teenage whore

It seemed to be a great night but it was actually your downfall

You didn't pay attention to him, you wouldn't, you weren't going to let him control your life and you were determined to cut off any communication with Megumi because after Over and over again of the same thing you had understood that being alone would always be better than being with someone like him, all he had given you were problems.

You had tried hard to understand, forgive and tolerate him, The hope of having a friendship with him was dead, you wanted to go back to the day he asked you for forgiveness and say no. Because he didn't deserve anything from you.

You arrived at the party with Yuji who had an arm around your waist, even if you couldn't see him romantically you liked the affection he gave you, You knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but you felt that if you might try a little more, someday he'd like you, like a boyfriend and not just a friend.

Parties are not your environment, it definitely wasn't. Music too loud, too many people, a lot of alcohol but you would have fun Or at least you'd try to, You were with Yuji, you felt cute in your costume, it was the first party you went to in years, it seemed to be a good night.

Everyone greeted Yuji and you too for being with him, he was a complete social magnet And even though you were an outcast to some of them and to others like a ghost you were now his girlfriend and that gave you a certain respect or at least made people be nicer to you and no longer ignore you so deliberately.

It didn't take long for you to see Megumi, he had told you that he would come and he kept his word And you wondered if he would keep the promise too,  he was leaning against a wall looking towards the door,  your body tensed you could feel how heavy his energy was Even if you both weren't close. He gave you a look from top to bottom, he was annoyed but there was something there it was a look so dark that you had never seen him like this, you'd seen him angry many times but this time it felt too different, you'd be lying if you said he didn't scare you. You took your eyes off him, you were determined to enjoy, he had no control over your life Even if he seemed to love to act like he had it.

"EY YUJI! COME HERE." A group of guys already too drunk and loud yelled at your boyfriend.

"Wait for me a second princess." Yuji gave you a kiss on the cheek and went with his friends.

You sat on one of the farthest couches and started texting with choso who was asking you how the night was going and if his brother was treating you well and warning you not to drink too much.

"Yn I'm surprise you don't usually come to these places." You looked up and there were two of the girls who used to be your "friends" during the being of high school.

"Well, I came with Yuji."

You said while smiling, you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited to talk to them even after everything they had said and believed about you, if you had forgiven Megumi so many times you could forgive to anyone else.

"And where is he? He left you alone."

You felt a slight mocking tone in her words but you preferred to ignore it, you preferred to think that it was just your imagination.

"He went with some friends."

"You look a little tense, have a drink, relax." She handed you the glass she had in her hands.

"You need it." Her friend added.

The conversation definitely felt weird, There was something strange about the attitude of the two girls and even if you didn't want to question it was impossible. As soon as you finished your drink they left you alone but your loneliness didn't last long because Megumi came over to you, His steps were firm, his presence was like the darkest shadow. Anything that was going to happen wasn't going to be good and you knew it.

"I told you not to come."

"And I told you I wouldn't listen to you." You tried to act Defiant and stand your ground, but you started to feel weird, dizzy, sick and suddenly the lights became too bright, Your legs  too weak and your eyes had a hard time focusing on something.

Megumi didn't say anything as he watch you trying to get up from the couch you were sitting on, staggering and almost tripping over your own feet, you felt everyone's gaze on you, your breathing was heavy and you began to feel Smothered. Although you felt dozens of pairs of eyes in you there was a look that stood out and that was Megumi's, it made you feel like prey in front of its hunter.

Yuji walked up to you and took your arms as if he wanted to help you stay on your feet. "Hey, baby. Are you okay?" his voice sounded far away even if he was right there next to you. You felt underwater, sunk in an unknown sensation.

The music stopped and an audio began to play, even in your state it was impossible not to recognize your own voice.

Now the looks were more intense, you felt surrounded, trapped, Yuji who was also surprised was aiming to get you out of there but you pulled out of his hands and you approached Megumi pushing him, he barely moved.

"I slept with his brother."

"Which one?"

"Sukuna."

"And what about sasha?"

"She was crazy, it wasn't my fault."

"So it's a lie that you told her she should do it?"

In the audio you were laughing "I was upset, I didn't think she would really do it."

Even if it was your voice and what you were saying was partially true, you knew there was something wrong with that record, It was taken out of context, cut off, there was no way that was what you said, At least not in that order.

The tone of your voice, the way you slurred your words, your almost stupid laugh, you weren't completely aware when that audio was recorded and you weren't at this point either. 

"You lied to me!" you shouted at Megumi,He had taken advantage of the trust you had given him. "And that is not true." He didn't say anything to your accusations, he remained completely calm while you screamed and got mad, you weren't in your 5 senses, that was for sure. "this-"

"Because it wouldn't be true? It's your voice that's there." Megumi responded with complete serenity as she looked down on you from above as if you were a bug that he could crush if he wanted to.

"Shut up!" tears began to slide down your eyes as everyone kept looking at you and Whispering about what was happening. You felt helpless, trapped, judged by each and every one of them But you were also completely angry. You felt like you had no control over yourself and suddenly it felt like you had thrown away that whole act of sweetness. "Why are you to fuck my life!?" You would never understand what you did to megumi, in fact you would never understand what you did to any of them. "You are a fucking bitch, I never did anything to you."

"You should feel ashamed for talking to me like that after kissing me twice. Poor yuji, he was very wrong about you." The audio did not specify when you were with Sukuna and Megumi He also didn't bother to specify that you guys kissed before you Were officially the girlfriend of Yuji.

"That's not-"

"Don't even try to deny it Yn, I'm not a liar, but you..." Whatever you said you were screwed, because the rumors had been "confirmed" with that audio, because Megumi was the one who had "unmasked" you, because you were acting like a psychotic junkie. You had no credibility whatsoever, people had forgotten you for a while but now they had started to disown you again.

Yuji grabbed you by the wrist Moving you away from megumi and taking you out of the party, of course he was upset but he would never leave you alone in that state And even less surrounded by so many people who hated you, after leaving that house it was as if your mind would shut down once again.

You were a cheater drug addict insane liar violent slut And everyone had seen you, everyone had heard the words that came out of your mouth in that récord Which of course no one bothered to question, for everyone had been quite clear. Megumi was the Hero and you were the whore.

To say that your life was ruined might be an exaggeration, but in such a small town, gossip runs fast, and while you had been able to survive the high school rumors, you doubted that this time it could be the same.  It was all rumors before, but now you had "admitted" 'Cause you knew that even if you'd only slept with one guy, That boy was Sukuna, The older brother of your current boyfriend and a complete troublemaker, that would immediately give you the status of a certified whore and you had been clear about what you had done to Sasha, The audio played over and over again in your head and even you wondered how you were able to laugh and act like nothing bad was happening.

After making sure that you were safe at home that night, Yuji didn't call you and he didn't call megumi because he was angry with you but he was also angry with him.

He was his best friend but what he did to you that night had been unforgivable.

Exposing you like that hadn't been his attempt to do justice, it had been another way to destroy you, Yuji wouldn't forgive Megumi this time.

You had been locked in your room for days, you didn't want anyone to see you, for anyone to know that you were still alive, you were a fucking crazy drug addict and murderer, you were a plague in the town.

You refused to eat, to talk, to go out and your parents began to worry about you but every time they asked what's wrong you exploded and you started yelling at them Without giving them a clear answer.

Apart from crying, screaming and wallowing in your misery there wasn't much you do.

You refused to even talk to Choso, you didn't want to see him because you were ashamed that he cared about someone like you so fucked up. He deserved someone better than you and even if every day he came to your house and knocked on your door, your parents always had to tell him that you would not leave your room.

You felt ruined and discarded.

Megumi realized your absence and at first he felt proud of himself for what he had done, he had achieved it, after all these years he had finally fulfilled his goal of destroying you but when he realized that the days were turning into weeks and that suddenly winter break had begun And you hadn't gone to school a single day He began to feel something that he definitely did not like, there was a sensation in his chest and if before it was difficult for him to get you out of his mind now it was practically impossible.

He decided to go see you but no one opened the door and what better idea than to enter through your window, of course you heard it but you didn't even bother to get up if the noises were from a thief well you wish he shot you because you were tired of feeling this way And you were also sick of self-pity but didn't have enough strength to get out of bed and do something with your life.

"You look terrible." Noticeable dark circles under your eyes , messy hair, the same pajamas from days ago, it looked like you had lost weight, pale and your eyes lacked any kind of life, when you heard his voice you wanted to react you wanted to shout at him to fuck off but no muscle in your body moved. He knelt on the edge of your bed in front of you. "Do you plan to lose the school year because of this stupidity?" For you it was not stupid and well it is not that you should apologize for feeling bad about being locally hated.

"It was your fault." was all you could muttered. He grunted in annoyance and stood up, He walked away from you by stomping through your room.

"Stop acting like a fucking victim Yn because you're not, All this happened because of your mistakes." You got out of bed as he began to rant against you. "You pretend to be so good and sweet, a fucking angel from heaven but you're not, you never will be, you're a wretched whore." You let him talk, you let him let his shit and his venom out.

"What did I do to you, Megumi? Why do you hate me so much?"

Notes area:

>Comments, suggestions, and feedback are welcome.

>Thanks for reading!

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[ieatedyourcrayons]

Eyeless Jack x Gn!Reader

Hurt AU, warnings: Mentions of blood, wounds, stitches. reader is hurt. none of the descriptions are graphic but they are mentioned for the plot.

Word count: 1096

You limp back to the mansion in defeat. You were healing from an injury before slenderman sent you on this mission. You even reminded him of that, but he didn’t care. He wanted the job done.

The thing slenderman sent you to get was guarded and you got jumped and eventually surrendered. What else were you to do?

You walk into the mansion limping and covered in blood. your mask is barely on your face. The other pastas in the room look at you with concern as you bee-line to Eyeless Jack's “hospital” that’s really just a random operation room slenderman installed for him.

“Um… are they okay?” Jeff asks from the couch.

“Eh, they’ll be okay.” Ben responds with a shrug.

Every step to the room felt like lightning shooting through your body. The blood dried on your legs was pulling the hairs and scabs on your body.

You pushed the door open with the little strength You had, your breathing shallow as you did so.

When you enter, you see the room is clean as always and everything is in order. Jack is at his desk working on another body system diagram. He’s always doing them, he has one for every function of the body.

He suddenly turns to you and pauses slightly, looking at the state of your body, taking in every cut, bruise, and drop of blood.

The mask on his face prevents you from reading his expression. He stands up and walks over to you. He assists you with getting to the operating table and helps lift you up.

You grit your teeth from the pain, your body feels like it’s on fire, your vision is hazy and you’re seeing spots. The only thing keeping you grounded is Jack's voice trying to get you back to earth.

“So what happened?” He asks you as he rummages for a cleaning solution.

“Slenderman sent me to get this orb for him, I’m not quite sure, but he wanted it. Well I got there and the place was guarded, despite him insisting it wasn’t. I was unprepared and I got jumped…” You respond weakly, your throat dry.

“That doesn’t surprise me. He’s so bold to send you guys on these missions and he acts like he knows everything when in reality, he knows nothing. He has you guys do everything for him.” Jack replies, wasting no time sharing his opinion on slender.

“He could’ve easily got that himself. I just treated you last week for an injury he caused.” He added, anger seeping through his tone. Jack finally located the bottle of cleaner.

Jack has an odd relationship with slenderman. He loves the guy, but hates his morals and how he treats the 4 proxies, you being his favorite.

You being his favorite isn’t a good thing. He knows you’ll get the job done no matter what and he knows you’re the best, so he’s constantly sending you out.

Jack's anger didn’t startle you. You’re used to his rants, he comes into your room just to vent some times.

“Yeah, he didn’t care. He said that it’s not that serious and i’ll be fine.” You respond, quoting slenderman.

Jack made no comment, trying to let it go. He’ll be discussing this later with him.

Jack grabs his tray of tools and gets to work. He cleans the wounds on your face after taking your broken mask off.

He holds your face in his hands to check if you need stitches anywhere. From what you could tell, your face will be okay stitches wise.

The solution stings and tears well up in your eyes as he moves on to your torso. Your bloody knuckles turn pale from how hard you’re gripping the edge of the table. Your head is turned upwards as your face the ceiling.

Jack tries to hurry, but he has to be thorough. He knows you can handle it, you’ve handled way worse before.

The bright light above you breaks through your closed eyelids. Your head is pounding from the pain. “I have to take these pants off.. You have a bad cut” Jack murmurs

The relief from the solution application stopping felt amazing. You didn’t even realize he moved down to his knees, holding a pair of scissors.

You slowly nod your head “that’s... fine, yeah” You say with a hushed voice. unintentionally holding your breath.

“You have to breathe, y/n. You know better” He says with a tap on your knee. You let out the breath you were holding and try to steady your breath.

Jack slowly cuts the pants off you, they are already torn apart. The dried blood and dirt make it hard for him to see the full wound, but from what he can see, the wound is deep.

“Listen. You know I love you, and I’ll always be honest with you..” Jack starts

“What happened..?” You groan as you look down at him. He's still kneeling on the floor, holding the back of your calf.

“So first, I gotta clean all of this off, and second, you’re going to need stitches, a lot of them.” He responded. He looked up at your bland expression.

Your line of work meant dealing with pain, lots of it, But this is pain you’ve never felt before. Stitches don’t bother you, but all these cleaning solutions are taking you out.

He gently wipes away the blood, trying to be as fast as possible to get it over with, for your sake. He was used to seeing such severe damage. it was common amongst the proxies. He finishes wiping away the blood and stands up to get the stuff needed to stitch you up.

Jack stands at a crazy 6’5. His height and build are meant to intimidate, and make prey give up and submit. To this day, his height still catches you off guard.

Jack lowers himself back down, and begins the stiches. making sure to keep them neat. You take the stiches with ease, and sit patiently as he finishes up.

He completes all the work with bandages. He stands up to take in your whole state. making sure he got everything. “All checks out. everything is covered” He nods.

“Thank you” You sigh as you loosen up and let out a deep breath. The pain subsides a little, but an ache lingers.

“You’re welcome. Now you gotta be on bed rest for at least 2 weeks. I’ll be giving lovely words to the boss.” Jack says, the last sentence laced with sarcasm.

[staryscorner]

For us

Paring: Gi-hun x reader

This happens once Gi-hun won the games and was dropped off at Seoul. He doesn't have a daughter and his mother never died. (cuz this man needs a break🥺)

After not knowing where your boyfriend was for almost a whole week you wanted to get the police involved but on that 7th day someone came knocking at your door ... It was Gi-hun. He rushed in and just hugged you. You knew something was off. He was never this bold. He would get nervous when he tried to hug you. You had so many questions but you just hugged him back not wanting to lose his warmth again.

He just cried in your shoulder.

Once he was done you grabbed him by the hand and brought him to the bathroom so he could get himself clean. As he was in there you brought a warm coffee and a blanket to the living room so he could be comfortable since you could tell how exhausted he was. Once he was done and changed into some pjs you sat him down and asked the question.

“Where were you all this time!? Do you know how worried I was I thought you were gone for good.

Gi-hun looked up at you, his face full of guilt.

“Will you believe me if I say things out of this world”

You looked at him with a strange look but when did he ever lie to you? You trust him with your life.

“I just want to know what happened to you” You said with genuine concern.

…

“Well you know how we have been struggling with money. You remember when I came with those 100,000 won I never told you how I got it.” He sighed “This man in a suit asked me to play ddakji and if I won he would give me 100,000 won and if not I would pay with my body and that would mean I would get slapped.”

You remembered that day he was all bruised up but he just gave one of the biggest smiles you’ve seen him with. Holding the money in one hand and grabbing you with the other telling you that he would treat you on a nice date. All he told you was that he worried hard to earn that money and now that you know how he got it he really did work hard for it.

“Well after I won he handed me a card with a number to call if I wanted to play more games for money and I thought it would be like the games I played with the man so I ended up calling … I thought it would make life for us easier. I could make you happy and could make you work less hours at work.”

“After I called I was instructed to go to a location and a white van picked me up and then I was knocked out and woke up with many others with many others in debt”

Gi-hun then explained all the horrors he faced in those games. You felt so bad for him. You got up and over to where he’s sitting and just held his hand letting him know that you were right there with him.

“I need to end those games” 

"But didn't you say they were horrible?"

"Yes they are but I have to save other from dying in those games"

That's what you loved about him. He was such a selfless and caring person.

“I'll help you with anything you need.

“Honey. I know you want to help but I don't want to put you in danger. I don't want to lose you.” He said gripping your hand tightly

“You won't I promise” You said giving him a smile”

You both just stayed together hand in hand until you both fell into a peaceful slumber.

Our little Gi-hun 🎀 I kinda feel like making a part 2 but idk you guys let me know (,,> ᴗ <,,)

[sassypeacock0501]

I was going to save posting these two being so happily in love, intimate, and vulnerable with each other for down the line. But I feel like sharing this clip now, especially since things didn’t quite work out this way for Grier and Davrin in the end.

Also, WOW, was it a treat to watch this scene after the first run. *Starts playing “I Can’t Hear it Now” from the Arcane soundtrack.*

Enjoy my first attempt at a fanon codex. Be kind!

Codex Entry: Heart of a Hala

A crisply folded letter stuck between the pages of a monster hunter’s manuscript.

Davrin,

I really don’t know how I’m supposed to start this. What am I even supposed to say. Emmrich tells me it’d be healthy to get my feelings out, but damn if it isn’t hard.

I doubt you’d want me to apologize a thousand times. Started that count already anyways. And I know you’d want me to stop taking on the blame, but it’s a hard habit to kick. Going nowhere with this.

Guess I could fill you in on what you’ve missed.

Neve and Lucanis are doing great. Gallus has really stepped into her own as the new head of the Threads. Kinda scary honestly, but it’s working for her. And Lucanis finally made the split with Spite. I miss the weirdo a little. I’m talking about Spite, just to be clear. I know you’re probably thinking of a comeback. Well you would’ve, I mean. Anyways, it’s gonna be great for the both of them.

Bellara is doing better. Evka promises me that things are looking up. I just hope they’re not holding back around me. (Furiously scribbled note on the margins: Damn it! He wasn’t there for that. Idiot!) Anyways, Bel’s off working with the Jumpers. They’re trying to get every bit of info they can pry out of that artifact, the Nadas whatever. Thought it was a good idea to keep the knowledge stored in something that doesn’t talk at you like you were born yesterday. The Dalish get talked down to enough as it is.

And Taash and Harding are going strong. Lace ran off with Taash once things quieted down around here. They both needed the escape after everything. Lace writes a lot though. I think she’s picked up some of the overbearing qualities that Varric sometimes had.

I know you’d ask, but I just haven’t really thought about taking a break myself. I’m used to keeping busy so it just feels right to keep that pace going. You’d understand.

And I promise I’ll go and see the other griffins when I don’t think it’ll hurt as much get the chance. Assan would want me to. Miss the little guy, wherever he is.

Anyways, I

You meant the wor

You’re gone. We’re Wardens, so this should’ve been easy. But we caught a glimpse of a future for us. It was so close. And then it slipped away.

I can’t say goodbye. Not now. Probably not ever.

But I want you to know that I’ll keep living. For you. For Assan. For us.

Whatever it takes,

Rook

[tigreblvnc]

Damn, this matchup's format is very interesting. I never thought of doing it this way, but it's practical if you were considering multiple characters for a matchup.

Let's dive into your vision.

Of course, Karasu is one of my most recurrent matches. I totally understand your point, and I think we would definitely get along well when it comes to being sassy against our opponents.

I can imagine him as adventurous but also cautious. I'd gladly help him step out of his comfort zone. And yes, I could totally play the psychologist for him—the crow deserves to be treated well.

I'm more surprised by Sae! I've never really been matched with him before, except for an appearance matchup once, but I can really see your vision for us. I think we'd have a very laid-back yet competitive relationship. We'd challenge each other, but my cocky side would definitely add an interesting twist to it all. In fact, I can picture something a bit like Shidou and Sae.

I could imagine this matchup that would encourage emotional growth

Ah, we'll see. I'll ask for an in-depth matchup with Sae one day. I'm curious to read someone's point of view on this cocktail.

Regarding Isagi, I think he'd be disturbed by me at first. Like, he wouldn't know how to act around me or with me. The unpredictable bothers him, and I'd love to play with him about this. From a more realistic perspective, I'd definitely be attracted to his wisdom and cleverness. His analytical skills are really interesting. He's good at finding the right answers that allow him to win over his enemies. I like that. I think I could also share deep, intriguing conversations with him, in between teasing and provocations.

Hahahaha, no, I'm not surprised to see Kaiser here. By the way, the pink ribbon suits him well; he should definitely wear it on the field. It would disturb his opponents and help him win, unless he finds that strategy beneath him, which I understand.

Anyway, I think the two of us would definitely share a love-hate relationship. Always verbally fighting in public but having a different kind of chemistry when we're alone. I can't help but think we were raised in similar ways, so it's hard for us to show our feelings in a proper, conventional way. I think fighting and teasing is one of my love languages, among others.

Would DEFINITELY travel with you, i could definitely see Kaiser and you seeing all over the world, both learning about the historical significance of the country, and the social construct in said country, (i think he would particularly like France, in the French Revolution)

I'd love to visit places and try new dishes with him. That's one of my biggest goals in life—eating a lot of good shit. That's my main reason to earn money, alongside traveling. And I'd love to visit Germany, especially the Christmas markets. But I'm not sure Kaiser would be thrilled about that.

if you were cold, or even if it was just slightly cold, (50f/10c or colder for reference) Kaiser would give his jacket/scarf to you, regardless of if you say anything or not, he’d notice if you were in any discomfort or cold.

That's really good to hear that; I hate being cold.

Would try to study you, maybe youd try to study him?? (Would try to study each other secretly??)

We'd probably end up constantly psychoanalyzing each other, to be honest. Just to find each other's weak spots and gain the upper hand. It's also a way to show our interest—deep, endless analysis about a subject, even if it means losing sleep over it.

It would take so long for Kaiser to admit he likes someone (aka you) but it would happen eventually.

I picture him as the kind of guy who shows his love through violence and degradation, since that's the only way he knows how to communicate.

On his birthday, (dec.25/typically christmas day) if you tried to cook him his favorite food, bread crust rusk, he would be in pure shock, Kaiser would not know how to react. (In a good way)

I'll cook him chicken with potatoes.

Honestly Kaiser would play with your hair and mess it up, kind of aggressively if im being honest, but would be SO gentle if you were sleeping and he was playing with your hair

And I'd gladly play with his.

Kaiser would say multiple times he would be able to support the both of you financially, however, i think you would be independent and want to work, Kaiser would respect that but remind you there is always an option to lean back on him.

Honestly, we'd probably spend all our money on food and travel.

As for Ness, I get your point. If Kaiser exists, then Ness wouldn't pay attention to me. But in a world where Kaiser doesn't exist but I do, then the story would definitely repeat itself.

Thank you so much for this matchup, you're really good at this. I'd love to do another exchange in the future. It was a delight to read during my lunch break!

Match up, for.. @tigreblvnc!

From reading about your personality, i would say you’d be best with a s/o who can hold their own in a intellectual conversation with you, someone who can entertain you, but at the same time have a deep conversation with!

(Scroll all the way down for actual results)

possible candidates-

1st runner up.. Tabito karasu!

Karasu’s sharp witted, and charismatic, he would directly contrast your well grounded and goal-oriented personality, while still holding similar views and interest as you. However, while you prefer precision and intellectual depth, his playfulness could bring out a more relaxed version you!

Pro:

You and Karasu would go on a lot of adventurous dates, ex: amusement parks, outdoor activities, and escape rooms, esc.

I could see so much late night deep talks with you and him.

If you got upset abt something, like someone who pisses you off, and you wanted to rant abt it, Karasu would listen in pure delight.

Con: 

You might get mad if Karasu doesn’t take situations seriously.

His insecurities might be a problem for you, I dont see him as a type of person to reflect these feelings in a relationship, so if you 2 discuss about these feelings, or if he manages theses feelings by himself, I don’t see there being a problem.

2nd runner up.. Sae itoshi!

This was a rather unexpected as a matchup for me, however the more i thought about it, the more i thought this could be a good match! Things like, ambition, both confident/not scared to confront someone, and the same ability to analyze people!

I could imagine this matchup that would encourage emotional growth, and one of intellectual challenge, 

Fun headcanon(s):

You two would secretly be so protective over each other

like someone is bothering you or being stupid, and you just didn’t have the energy to combat them, Sae would straight up tell the person to shut up and leave without a second thought 😭

Fashion would complement each other.

You like traveling? Well i have good news for you.

Would also be interested in trying different dishes.

He would buy so much lavish bs for you

like a ridiculous amount

He would be giving, small, but thoughtful gifts.

3rd runner up.. Isagi Yoichi!

Ok, so, definitely a back and forth, hate and love relationship between you and Isagi on field, would he possibly hate crime you if you tease him constantly (which you love doing)? Probably, but would you two still have a respectful relationship where both parties can learn from each other? Yes!

Despite you having similarities to Kaiser and Karasu, I would argue that you’re more grounded and mature, which would probably make Isagi like you better, regardless if your on field or off.

Fun heacanon(s): 

You 2 would help each other learn

Would trend on blue lock tv/live

He would admire so much how you can stand up/confront people in injustice, especially if they are higher ranking, or “superior”.

Con(s): 

I dont see isagi traveling alot 

Final results.. Michael Kaiser!

Lmao are you surprised? So, out of everyone in blue lock i think you’re the most similar to Kaiser, it kinda scared me at first. But, because you’re so similar to Kaiser, in personality and hobbies, i think you’d be the best match for Kaiser in all of Blue Lock!

Kaiser’s need to act likes he’s better than others, and your aggressive way of confronting people, would make Kaiser more than interested in you, whether you do it to him, or even your own teammates, but, despite Kaisers arrogance and how he’d totally bother you, he admires how you hold your own in a fight for your beliefs.

Kaiser’s cocky and confident personality would match your direct and blunt nature, i would definitely see you two constantly challenge each other’s ideas, opinions, and even small decisions, usually all in good fun!

Fun headcanon(s):

Would be giving love-hate relationship.

Would DEFINITELY travel with you, i could definitely see Kaiser and you seeing all over the world, both learning about the historical significance of the country, and the social construct in said country, (i think he would particularly like France, in the French Revolution)

On the topic of traveling, he would LOVE to show you around Berlin, Germany (maybe even the slums he grew up around if he trusts you enough)

if you were cold, or even if it was just slightly cold, (50f/10c or colder for reference) Kaiser would give his jacket/scarf to you, regardless of if you say anything or not, he’d notice if you were in any discomfort or cold.

Would try to study you, maybe youd try to study him??

(Would try to study each other secretly??)

It would take so long for Kaiser to admit he likes someone (aka you) but it would happen eventually.

I think you try are help kaiser to become a over all healthier person. Not in a way that will completely change him, but in a way where he’ll be able to process emotions without planning on murking the person.

On his birthday, (dec.25/typically christmas day) if you tried to cook him his favorite food, bread crust rusk, he would be in pure shock, Kaiser would not know how to react. (In a good way)

Honestly Kaiser would play with your hair and mess it up, kind of aggressively if im being honest, but would be SO gentle if you were sleeping and he was playing with your hair

Would be viewed as that one power couple, from your intellects to your clothing style.

Kaiser would say multiple times he would be able to support the both of you financially, however, i think you would be independent and want to work, Kaiser would respect that but remind you there is always an option to lean back on him.

Bonus! i wanted to add Ness to your matchup but i honestly have no idea if Ness would hate or love you. 

Omg 😭 im honestly disappointed with how i did on your match up, i took way longer than i usually take, and the way i described you seems so repetitive.

+ i tried to incorporate everything you told me in your matchup so somethings might seem out of place.

I made some references in Kaisers part, if you need a refresher or don’t know, check out Kaisers profile from the egoist bibles.

Thanks 💕 dm for any questions!

[thatnarcissisticfeel]

I think that a lot of people without NPD have a really poor understanding of "narc supply" or the specific type of positive attention that pwNPD crave. Even the egotypicals who are allies, the ones denounce narc abuse and anti-NPD ableism, don't fully grasp it.

There's this false idea that NPDs like to be worshipped and showered with compliments all of the time, and I mean, yeah, most of us would eat that shit up, but I know that for myself and a lot of other pwNPD it's deeper and much more, I guess, personal?

I don't really know how to describe it, so I'll give an example: As a kid, no one really paid attention to my creative endeavors, my accomplishments, my feelings, etc. And if they DID pay attention, the attention was negative. I could always do better, I could always be smarter, stronger, etc. This came from peers and adults alike. So I developed a coping mechanism where I would tell myself that everyone else was wrong, that I'm actually the best person around, etc. I don't have to explain what disorder I ended up with as an adult as a result of all of that. :P

But anyway - the wound of constantly being ignored at best and insulted at worst is still there. You know how when you're in a group chat or a conversation with multiple people and no one ever pays attention to your comments, while paying attention to everyone else? Yeah, that shit hurts EVERYONE, but especially pwNPD. Even the smallest acknowledgment can be "narc supply."

You know how when you achieve something really cool and everyone ignores you - but the people who ignore you will be quick to praise OTHER people?

You know how when you post art/edits online and everyone ignores you - but the people who ignore you compliment someone else's post in the exact same thread?

You know how when you ask your friend to read your favorite book or listen to your favorite artist or whatever because of how much it means to you, and they never do it, but then they read/listen to everyone else's favorite thing at everyone else's recommendation, and how much it pisses you off? (Hurts even more if you have the SAME favorite book/artist and someone reads/listens to it at the other person's recommendation and not at yours.)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I could go on and on. That shit would bother anyone, us narcissists aren't alone in being hurt by that, but my G-d, it impacts pwNPD in such a specific way.

But let me flip it around to the positive!

A narcissist doesn't necessarily get their "supply" from someone telling them that they're the coolest person in the world and that they're a god. (Though if you do want to say that to us we probably won't complain!) Sometimes they get their "supply" from something as simple as someone acknowledging their achievements, and giving specific praise on what the achievement was. ("It's so cool that you won a prize in the music recital. The song you played sounds like it was really difficult and I loved your stage presence.")

Being told, "Wow, you did such a great job on your artwork, I love the colors!" goes a very very long way for a narc, especially when said narc is used to being IGNORED for their art.

Hearing, "it's so cool that you like that book, I'll have to read it and tell you my thoughts!" can help a narcissist's interests feel acknowledged.

You might be reading this and thinking, "well, isn't it just basic human interaction to compliment your friends or try out their interests"? And, well, maybe it is, but the whole point of NPD is that most of us grew up without receiving that type of attention, so now we're very very desperate for it - and very, very, VERY sensitive to when it doesn't happen, or is even perceived to not have happened. Something as small as being talked over in a group chat can set us off, but something as small as a simple, "hey, it's so cool that you did this, I love it." can win us over.

And to be completely fair, most of the time us being "ignored" isn't completely intentional. Like, I get it, yeah, sometimes timing just doesn't work out for person A to read my favorite book at my own rec, but by the time person B is in their life, person A can read it, and it's not anything personal. Sometimes the content I make just isn't someone's ~style~ and they support me, they really do, they just don't know what to say. Sometimes someone forgets to respond, or doesn't get a notification when I send them something I made or tell them about something I did. (There is less excuse for being ignored in face-to-face/offline convos though.) But because of the trauma of us constantly being ignored as kids/teens, the smallest little thing hurts and as a result we seek and crave attention EVERYWHERE.

So now, to give in to narc stereotypes of begging for attention: If you're a person without NPD and you genuinely want to help the narcissists you have in your life, the second best thing you can do for us is checking in to make sure we're not overlooked. Try to be sure you're not ignoring us, and if we do something cool, try to compliment it, even if it's something you don't fully "understand." Ask us about what we've been up to lately, what we're proud of about ourselves, and agree with us that what we've done is pretty cool. I mean, you'd do that for any friend, right? It's really not all outlandish for a narc to want that.

(If you're curious what the FIRST best thing you can do for a narcissist is, it's giving us a million dollars unlearning your anti-NPD ableism and calling people out who use narcissist as an insult as a synonym for abuser. Even in "offline" spaces, even when we're not around, even doctors/therapists. Even "narc" abuse survivors.)

[itspileofgoodthings]

you know what I’ve realized lately? that’s really helped? the axiom: it just doesn’t really make that much of a difference. Or at least it doesn’t when you’re talking about good things and not, like, doing good vs. doing evil. Big choices, little choices, decisions, decisions —it’s not just that they don’t matter in the grand scheme of things—because they do! —but just. It won’t make that big of a difference. Life will continue to be wonderful AND difficult, fascinating AND hopelessly mundane, full of roses AND thorns and all the other cliches whether you walk down one road or another. And you’ll get used to the joys and sick of the sorrows whatever they are, and you’ll be ungrateful and bored and dissatisfied in some measure some of the time and you’ll have to work on all the things you have to work on anyways and just. Yeah! It doesn’t make that big of a difference! Even the biggest things!

[yashley]

no but it's hilarious to me that imogen herself has been parroted how terrible liliana is, how she knows she’s a bad guy, how she knows she needs to bring her down, and yet still they're like "i mean have you ever thought that your mom is evil and irredeemable????" lmao

[narcopathyfiles]

it's honestly so bad for my Sanity though because it affects the way people interact with me so hard and i'm already like. Medically crazy about it

[mantisgodsdomain]

Slowly, yet painfully realizing that we're probably the exact type of person that random fandom guys would miscast as a father.

[jackass-jones]

Honestly though I think it’s really a bad sign when I look at Shin Tsukimi and literally feel like he’s a self insert 😩