#like is it just a me thing to see if anyone else mentioned what i was going to say and see if op responded?

[whre4wanda]

Watch Her

*Mature content ahead*

Mentions of abuse, blood, violence Exhibitionism, Strap on sex, fingering (Reader receiving), stalking, kinda rough and possessive sex, cum-filled strap, creampie

Summary- Your boss who happens to be extremely close to you, gets tired of watching your ex boyfriend stalk you.

Your pov:

Sitting next to Natasha in some fancy club was not what you had been expecting to do at this time of day. Especially since you'd knocked off about two hours ago, but Natasha had been persistent that you'd accompany her, claiming that you deserved to let go just a little. That and Natasha didn't exactly want to let you out of her sight.

You and Natasha had grown closer over time. Yes, some might have found that to be very "unethical" but who were you to care when your hot boss took a sudden interest in you. And Natasha was very interested with you.

Now, Natasha Romanoff was a woman of power — poised, unreadable, always in control. The youngest CEO in her firm’s history, feared in boardrooms and admired in tabloids. She didn’t chase things. Not often. Not ever.

Until you walked into her company as the new marketing consultant — Bold, brilliant, and radiant like sunlight piercing through bulletproof glass. And Natasha? She was ruined the second you laughed in her office for the first time.

However there had been one thing in the way during the process of you and Natasha getting to know one another. Your boyfriend. Believe me when I say that Natasha was not a fan of your boyfriend. She couldn't even believe you had one in the first place. When the older woman first laid eyes on you, her heart fluttered. Your beauty stunned her, not just that but your confidence too. She was a fool to think you'd be available, and surprised to see that you had a boyfriend. And anyone else would have believed that too but you were happy with your current boyfriend.

Well at least you thought you were, but things started going south very quickly in your relationship. It started with one slap to the face. You were both having a heated argument and unfortunately his palm connected to your cheek. Shocked to say the least, he apologized profusely. Told you it would never happen again, bought you the hugest bouquet of roses you'd ever seen then pampered you with love that entire week after. How naive you were to believe it would just be once.

One turned to two and two turned into ten. Slaps turned into shoves against the wall which later turned into punches. By that time you were deep in it. He'd hurt you out of anger, spite or even if his food wasn't warm enough. Anything enraged him and unfortunately you were his nearest punching bag.

You thought you were good at hiding it all, thought you were more careful but it turns out you weren't. Especially not around the CEO.

It was nearly midnight, and the building was mostly empty. Only the hum of security lights and the low whir of elevators echoed through the halls. Natasha was finishing up late in her cold office, glass of whiskey untouched, staring out over the city.

She told herself she stayed late for work but the truth was: she always stayed late when she knew you were working longer hours just to finish up paper work.

You — the woman with the quiet fire, the brilliant ideas, the natural charisma that left her speechless in meetings.

You — who smiled with your whole body even when your eyes didn’t.

You — who wore long sleeves even in summer.

Natasha wanted you. Badly. But you had a boyfriend. So she stayed in her lane. Distant. Professional. Tortured. Until the night she stepped into the wrong elevator — or perhaps the right one.

She’d meant to go to the garage. Instead, she hit the wrong button. Doors slid open on the admin floor… and she heard you. Quiet sniffles. A shaky breath. She stepped out slowly, heels silent on the tile. And there you were, standing by the vending machine, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, sleeves soaked with fresh tears.

Natasha’s breath caught.

“Y/n?” You turned too fast, startled. Tried to hide your face. But she’d already seen the smudged makeup. The trembling hands. The way your phone screen lit up with his name…again.

“I didn’t mean to—” you started, but your voice broke. And she was beside you in an instant.

“What did he do?” she asked, eyes dark and dangerous. You hesitated. But your silence spoke louder than anything. And when Natasha looked closer, she could see the faint bruise around your eye.

Natasha didn’t touch you — not yet. She just stood beside you like a wall, steady and still.

“This isn’t the first time, is it?” Her voice was low but gentle.  You shook your head. One tear slipped down your cheek.

“I didn’t want anyone to know,” you whispered.

“Especially not you.”

Her voice softened, but it cracked around the edges.

“Why not me?” You finally looked at her. “Because if I told you… I knew you’d never let it go. And honestly, I’m really scared.” She stepped closer then, slow and careful. “You’re right. I wouldn’t let it go.”

A small pause and then she spoke up.

“I’ve watched you try to shrink yourself for months. I’ve seen the light in you dim because of someone too weak to hold it. I wanted to stay away, I tried. But I can’t pretend anymore and I won't, Y/N. Not after this.” You exhaled shakily, leaning slightly into her surprisingly warm presence.

“If you want to leave,” she said quietly,

“I’ll help you. No questions. No judgment. Just say the word — and I’ll make sure you’re safe. Always.”

And for the first time in a long time, you believed someone.

That was five months ago. It took you two months to finally take her advice. And you left him. You packed your bags and left him behind and as scary as it was, it felt refreshing to finally be free from him. But he wasn't happy. Your ex was now adamant on getting you back. He'd show up at your new apartment, in attempt to apologize and somehow win you back. His pleas were always the same some variation of:

"I made a mistake."

"I never meant to hurt you, I was just angry."

"I'll get help, you deserve better. "

"You were the best thing that ever happened to me."

But those random visits or coincidental meetups soon became frustrating and borderline pathetic. And shortly after that, the stalking began. Everywhere you went, somewhere, somehow you'd catch a glimpse of him. You mentioned it to Natasha once, but you told her it wasn't bothering you that much. Besides, the admin work to file a restraining order would take too much time. And that's something you currently did not have.

Fortunately for you, the two of you became closer after your confession. Everything had been at ease for a couple of weeks. Work was good, Natasha was a sweetheart, and your ex was nowhere to be seen. That was until your ex drunkenly stumbled inside the club that you were at.

He'd been watching you from a far for a while now. He watched the way Natasha leaned in, whispering something in your ear that would make you blush or occasionally laugh. And when Natasha lead you up to some private room, he was enraged. The way her hand was just above your ass or when you intentionally moved her hand down to your ass, he was beyond pissed.

Natasha lead you into the VIP room that served as her office. She'd use this room to conduct business, or just to catch a breather but now she was determined to make you fall apart inside of it.

"I could've taken you home." She purred as your lips met hers but you scoffed.

"That would take long. I want you to fuck me now." You whined against her lips and she chuckled.

The private VIP room was dim and luxurious, the bass from the club below humming faintly through the walls. You and Natasha were lost in your own world—her fingers ghosting down your arms, her lips brushing yours, pulling you closer with an urgency that made your head spin.

Just when your hands tangled in her suit jacket, the door banged open with a violent thud.

You startled, pulled away from Natasha, heart hammering.

Standing in the doorway, swaying slightly, was your ex. His hair was a mess, his eyes glassy from too much alcohol, and worse — burning with bitter rage. Natasha's bodyguards were quick, already piling in, ready to escort the man out but Natasha stopped them.

"Leave." She told them and they did so, before closing the door.

"Nat, don't-" Natasha gives you a look that has you keeping your mouth shut in defeat.

"So this is it, huh?" he barked, staggering a few steps in.

"Throw away everything we had... just to be some freak's whore?" You flinched, the words slicing through you. Natasha’s body instantly moved in front of yours, shielding you, her entire frame tense and humming with restrained violence.

"Look at you," he sneered, voice rising.

"I should’ve known. Always acting so damn proud, like you were too good for me. Turns out you’re just a filthy little dyke who can’t get enough of being someone’s side piece."

Your hands shook at your sides. You opened your mouth to say something, anything—but Natasha moved first. Slowly, she shrugged off the tailored suit jacket, before she rolled up her sleeves, exposing the tattoos winding up her arms, her movements smooth, calculated and dangerous.

"You have about five seconds to get out of this room," Natasha said, voice low and vibrating with fury.

"Before I put you through that wall."

Your ex laughed — a disgusting, hollow sound.

"Oh, please. What, you think because you’re some tough bitch, you can scare me? She’ll get tired of you. They always do. She’s just another—" Crack.

Natasha’s fist cut the insult short, snapping his head sideways so hard he slammed into the side table, knocking over expensive bottles of champagne. He groaned, clutching his face, but Natasha didn’t stop—she grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him upright again.

"You come near her again, you even look at her again," Natasha hissed, voice deadly calm,

"and they'll be pulling your teeth out of your stomach."

"Fuck you. You'll get tired of her anyway. She's just a whore. " He spit out, his words laced with pure malice and disgust. He coughed up before mumbling another insult. Natasha's fist met his face once again and you could hear the crackling sound of a bone snapping, most likely his jaw. He laid limp now staring up at the woman.

"You're better off keeping quiet for the entire night." She mumbled.

"But you know what, you gave me a brilliant idea." She stands up, stalking her way towards you before pulling a chair out and placing it just a few feet away from him. He's angry, but you could tell he was in pain and the fear in his eyes was pretty much evident. He'd be too stupid to try stand up now. So he lay helpless on the floor, looking at the two of you.

The woman sat down before calling out your name.

"Why don't you come sit here for me sweet thing." Stunned, frightened and really turned on, you approached the older woman. You placed yourself on her lap like she'd requested and she hummed.

"Now I want you to look at him."

"Nat what are you-"

"Look at him detka. Don't ask questions, just look." And so you did. Your ex stared at the both of you in disgust and Natasha's arm slid around your waist.

"Now I'm certain he called you boring and dry, didn't he? But I think he's wrong. Oh so wrong." Her hands were now settled on both your thighs, and you were certain that your panties were probably drenched with your slick.

"I just think the bastard just can't please a pretty girl. And it's unfortunate too, y’know? He had such a beautiful little thing to cherish, touch… all of it. Couldn’t even manage to do that, could he detka?” She coos, fingers sliding across your smooth skin.

"What do you think about us giving him a show?"

"A S-show?"

"Well he did interrupt us, didn't he? Besides I'd like to show him all the things he can't have now. What do you say detka? It's all in your hands." You think about it for a moment. Hell you're too turned on to say no. So you nod your head.

"Yeah baby? Want me to fuck you in front of him?"

"Yes."

"Such a good girl. So obedient. Isn't she?" The question was directed to your ex and she only smirked at the defeated figure. Natasha's hand slid up to your button up shirt, where she proceeded to unbutton the silk shirt before her hands cupped your breasts.

A small moan of encouragement pushed her forward, Natasha's hands slid down to your thighs before bunching up your skirt. Her fingers felt cold compared to your warm skin. She slid her fingers across your covered pussy and you jerked forward from the mere touch.

"Responsive too." She cooed, her lips centimeters away from your neck.

"What do you want me to do?" She whispered and you could only grind your hips in response.

"Oh honey, we're here to give a show, you're gonna have to tell me what you want."

"I want you to..." A labored breath and Natasha bites your ear.

"Want me to what?"

"Fuck me."

"Oh detka." She hums before her lips press against yours. It's soft, gentle until it's rough, her hands roaming across every access of skin she'd come across.

You're grinding down on her thigh and her fingers are pressing into your covered pussy, before they're suddenly inside of you. You gasp from the unexpected stimulation before a moan escapes your lips.

"There you go, making such pretty sounds for me." You're slowly riding her fingers, panties getting in the way of her movements but she doesn't care. Anything to make you feel good.

Your attention is caught by your ex-boyfriend, who lays helplessly on the floor still battered and bruised. He growls and spits out a disgusted protest as he watches the debauchery play out.

"Oh baby, did he make you feel so good?" She asked, purposefully thrusting her fingers upwards as you ride those same fingers. Your breath catches in your throat and Natasha tuts disapprovingly.

"Answer me."

"N-no, never."

"Never? Well I'll be damned." Natasha stops her movements before those slick coated digits are placed inside her mouth.

"Tastes so divine too." Natasha says with a cocky smile before she easily maneuvers you to the glass table that wasn't far away from the chair. Pressing you down onto the cool surface, her fingers pull at the fabric of your panties.

"I really hope you don't like these." Before you can even respond, she's ripping the fabric apart before her fingers slide inside of your pussy, this time reaching spots you didn't even know of.

"Well don't you have the prettiest pussy ever." Your eyes roll back, it felt so good, the way she had her fingers buried inside of you made you melt into the table.

Your moans turned her on, and the way your hips began moving along with her fingers, well she was now obsessed.

“Oh, fuck, Nat!,” you whimper, clawing at the edge of the table.

“This all for me detka?” She asks smugly, rubbing her fingers against your sensitive bud again. You simply nod and she hums.

She slides another thick finger into you, grinning triumphantly as you release a wanton moan. She curls her fingers inside of you, slowly pushing them in and out of you. Her fingertips brush against the overly-sensitive and velvety walls inside of you. You nearly choke on your own voice as it feels like a live-wire is coursing through your veins.

“You had all of this ass and a sweet pussy to play with at any given time. But you wanted to act like a selfish bastard and lose it all, didn’t you?” She mocks him, narrowing her eyes at the man while her fingers work inside of you. 

It's true. Your ex knew that. You were practically the epitome of perfection and now here you were, being fucked by a woman, moaning louder than ever, compared to all the times where he had been fucking you. He thought he was good but he was clearly mistaken. Never had he seen such a dazed out expression on your face and this made his stomach twist in disgust and sadly, embarrassment.

"Shes so beautiful isn't she?" She asked while her fingers gently scrape through your hair.

"Tell her that she's beautiful. Now."

"S-she is beautiful." He stuttered before averting his gaze downwards and Natasha hums.

"You hear that baby, you're very beautiful. Now I want you to go ahead and cum for me yeah? Make a mess on my fingers." she mumbles, sliding a third finger into you and fuck you could practically see stars. Her other hand presses into your lower back as she presses her fingers into you faster– harder.

The wet sounds coming from your thighs are obscene, borderline filthy yet uncommon to hear since he never managed to get you to this level. Ever.

"So beautiful" Natasha's wide eyes were fixed on the way your pussy swallowed her fingers.

"So good, come on cum for me." Your body stilled as you finally came on her fingers. Five minutes. That's all she needed to have you tumbling over the edge.

"And I bet you never made her cum so quickly did you?" She mused before pulling her fingers out of your now dripping cunt.

"Now, I'm gonna show you how to really treat a girl right, I think you need the lesson on how to fuck hm." Too dazed out to really care about what she said, Natasha unzipped her slacks before taking out the strap that had been in the confinement of her slacks. Large and girthy, she slid the silicone toy across your pussy and you whined, hands gripping the glass table beneath you.

She eased the toy inside of you, before pulling out and thrusting back in . It had you breathless.

"Oh baby, does that feel good?" You mumbled something incoherent and Natasha smirked.

"I've got you dumbed down so quickly huh?" She snapped her hips until the toy was buried to the hilt. You moaned and it was so fucking loud yet so intoxicating.

"Fuck, you're just so tight. So snug. What a fool you were for not appreciating such a beautiful pussy. " her thrusts has you gripping the glass table for your dear life, your lips falling apart as you let out a silent moan.

"I didn't tell you to look down did I? Watch her. Watch how I fuck her or I'll blow your fucking brains out." You knew it was possible, Natasha was very impulsive and it was honetsly questionable how the thought seemed to arouse you even more. Your ex begrudgingly watched as Natasha fucked you.

Pupils dilated, mouth hung open, hands holding onto the table, Natasha brought you up so you could look at him as she fucked you.

"So pretty right? I bet you never got to see this face much. Does it feel good detka?" You nodded but she was having none of that.

"Tell me."

"Feels so good."

"Can you feel me?"

"Y-yes fuck yes, I feel you everywhere." you exclaimed, hips jerking forward as she snapped her hips even faster.

"Better than his dick?"

"S-so much better." The squelching sounds should be embarrassing, but yoh can't find it in you to care when she was fucking you this good.

"You hear that? That's how good I fuck her." The woman grinned before her eyes trailed down to where her strap repeatedly rammed into you. Mesmerized is what she is as she watches your ass recoil, the sight is one she never wants to forget. In fact, if she had it her way, she'd make sure that she got to see it every single day.

"god, a fake dick has you running away from me huh? Has your pussy gushing out like that but he couldn't do that hm? Pathetic." She said with a chuckle. You're babbling, you're drooling and soon you're very much falling apart on the faux toy. Natasha continues to rut inside of you until you feel a warm liquid inside of your pussy from Natasha's strap. She watches in amazement as the sticky substance spills out of your pussy, it's a beautiful sight to see.

"A real dick could never make you feel like that, only mine can yeah?" it's possessive and it has you clenching around nothing.

Your body is limp as you feel her massage your thighs.

"Get out." She commands and within a second, your ex stumbles out of the room before the woman has her attention back on you.

"You okay detka?" A small nod before you're pushing your ass back against the toy.

"More."

"More?" She asks with a chuckle and you nod your head vigorously.

"Oh detka, I have all the time in the world to make you fall apart."

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Yeah I had a lot of fun with this one!

Ann~

[loveesiren]

𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖬𝗒 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 (𝖯𝗍. 11)

Choi Seunghyun x fem!reader x Kwon Jiyong | CMH Masterlist

a/n: Can't believe my angsty baby is coming to an end </3 This is my first full length series I've finally actually finished and I'm so proud of myself. Thank you so very much to each and every one of you that enjoyed this series. I loved hearing all your opinions about it and all the love and support!! I hope you all enjoy this final chapter <3

As always, if you think these themes are too much for you, please feel free to DM me for a summary of the chapter! ❤️

warnings: angst, sedatives, mention of suicide, suicide note, Seungri

wc: 3.9k+

“Yo, hyung!” Seungri’s voice echoed through the lobby as he jogged toward the other three members who were waiting in a quiet, uneasy silence.

Seunghyun looked up immediately. “Where’s Y/n?” he asked, brows already furrowed, a nervous edge threading through his voice.

“Ran into her in the hallway,” Seungri replied casually, holding something out. “She asked me to give you this.”

Seunghyun’s stomach dropped the second he recognized the item—your purse. He took it slowly from Seungri’s hands, eyes scanning over it like it didn’t make sense. “She said she’d meet us in a minute,” Seungri added, already plopping down beside Taeyang and Daesung and pulling out his phone.

But Seunghyun didn’t move. He held your purse like it might detonate, his fingers tightening around the soft leather. Something felt wrong. Off. You never went anywhere without your purse. Ever.

He sat it down on a bench beside him, his hands digging through it with growing urgency. Usual things: wallet, lip balm, sunglasses. But then—something unfamiliar. A journal. New. Still smelled like the bookstore.

Sticking out from between its pages was an envelope.

His hands trembled as he slid it out, stomach twisting into knots.

Se & Ji

Each name was written in your handwriting—soft, delicate. Final.

His heart slammed against his ribs.

“Ri?” he called out, voice hoarse. “Where did Y/n say she was going?”

Seungri didn’t look up. “Uh… didn’t say. Just that she’d meet us. She was heading toward the elevators, I think.”

“Up?” Seunghyun asked, more to himself than anyone else. His hands were white-knuckling the letter now. Every cell in his body screamed at him to run.

He turned to sprint—but before his foot even hit the ground, a scream tore through the air.

Sharp. Shattering. Blood-curdling.

The entire lobby fell still.

And Seunghyun? He froze. Envelope clutched to his chest. Breath stuck in his throat.

He already knew.

While the others ran toward the door where the scream had come from, Seunghyun couldn’t.

His legs moved, but sluggishly. Too slow. Like he was wading through a nightmare, one that wrapped around his ankles like wet cement.

He didn’t want to see what waited beyond those doors.

Didn’t want to believe that it was real. That you were real in this moment. That the envelope in his hand meant something.

With every shaky step, the dread carved deeper into his chest, eating away at the sliver of denial he was clinging to.

Please let this be a dream.

Please.

When he finally pushed through the glass doors, the scene before him shattered whatever hope he had left.

Daesung was doubled over on the sidewalk, one hand clamped over his mouth, the other shielding his eyes from the sight. His shoulders shook violently, silent sobs ripping through him. Seungri stood beside him, pale, eyes wide and unblinking, as if frozen in time.

Paramedics swarmed the street, voices sharp and urgent. Police were shouting, forming a barrier with their bodies to push back the growing crowd. Red and blue lights painted the building in pulsing waves, but Seunghyun could barely see any of it.

He took one more step—just one—before a pair of arms wrapped around him.

“Hyung…” Youngbae’s voice cracked as he grabbed him, holding tight. “Don’t go out there… please.”

But Seunghyun thrashed in his hold, desperate to break free. His feet scraped against the pavement as he shoved forward.

“No! Let me go! I need to see her—I need to—!”

Daesung and Seungri lunged to help, their arms closing in around him, trying to keep him grounded. But Seunghyun screamed. Loud and raw. The sound wasn’t just from his throat—it came from somewhere deeper, somewhere ancient and breaking and full of grief.

“Y/N!!!”

The name split the air like thunder. Louder than the sirens. Louder than his friends begging him to stop.

“Let me go!” he cried, voice shredded. “Please, let me go—Y/n!”

“You can’t see her like this!” Youngbae sobbed, locking his arms around him as tightly as he could. “You can’t!”

Two officers rushed over, forcing the group back. The paramedics were already moving—already rushing your body toward the hospital entrance, wrapped tightly in white sheets that told Seunghyun more than any doctor ever could.

Daesung saw it first and lunged forward, covering Seunghyun’s eyes with shaking hands. “No—don’t look,” he whispered. “Don’t look, hyung.”

But Seunghyun was still fighting, still kicking and clawing against them, tears spilling like a storm, heart pounding in his ears.

“I have to see her! Let me just see her!”

But you were already gone.

They all knew it.

The way the paramedics moved, the way the cops avoided their eyes—everything about it screamed finality.

And still, he clung to hope. To you.

“She’ll be okay, right?” Seunghyun gasped, voice barely holding together. “She’ll… she’ll be okay…”

None of them could answer.

All they could do was sink to the pavement with him, three friends holding him together as he fell apart.

“She’ll… she’ll be o—”

But the words wouldn’t come. They dissolved into sobs as he collapsed in their arms, letter still clenched in his trembling fists.

-

Seunghyun sat in absolute silence, his back hunched forward, elbows on his knees, your unopened letter still clutched in his hand like a lifeline he wasn’t ready to let go of. His eyes hadn’t moved in over an hour—fixed on the linoleum floor, as if staring hard enough might rewind time.

Daesung hadn’t left his side. Not even once. He sat beside him quietly, offering nothing but silent companionship and the occasional squeeze of the shoulder whenever Seunghyun's breath would hitch or his hand would start to shake.

Youngbae was across the hall, pacing the same five feet of space while making phone calls no one ever wanted to receive. His voice was low, cracking. Apologies layered between each explanation. Between each name spoken through the lump in his throat.

Seungri had been given the worst job of all.

“Don’t tell him,” Seunghyun had whispered, barely audible. It was the only thing he’d managed to say since you were taken away. “Not yet.”

So Seungri stayed in Jiyong’s hospital room, sitting at the small table with a deck of Uno cards scattered between them, pretending—desperately—that the world outside those walls hadn’t just fallen apart.

Thankfully, Jiyong was groggy from his pain meds, his body still recovering, his mind slow and gentle. He’d only asked about you twice. Both times, Seungri had managed to change the subject with a joke or a distraction, but the pressure was building in his chest.

“It’s your turn, hyung,” Seungri mumbled, nodding toward the cards in Jiyong’s hands.

But his voice was far away, his eyes glued to the door like he was silently begging someone—anyone—to walk through and take this responsibility off his shoulders.

Jiyong picked up a red five and glanced down at his hand, smiling faintly.

“Ya know,” he started, voice light, “Y/n and I always fought over everything, but when it came to Uno? We were weirdly peaceful. Like it was some sacred game we agreed not to ruin.”

He laughed softly at the memory. “Where is she anyway?” he asked again, absentmindedly searching the room like he expected you to walk in at any moment.

Seungri froze.

His mouth opened, but no words came. His throat burned. His chest felt too tight.

“I can’t do this,” he blurted, slamming his cards down onto the table as he stood abruptly, hands in his hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. “I can’t fucking do this.”

Jiyong blinked in confusion. “Do what? Lose to me?” he grinned. “You mad that I’m winning?” He gave a smug little smirk, holding up his hand of cards.

Seungri turned toward him, eyes glassy. “Jiyong…”

Something in his tone made Jiyong sit up straighter, wincing as the stitches in his side pulled tight.

“What?” he asked, smile fading. “What is it?”

Seungri’s mouth trembled. His voice cracked. “Something happened.”

Jiyong’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What do you mean something happened? What happened?”

“It’s… it’s bad. It’s really fucking bad, man. I’m so sorry.”

Jiyong’s smile was gone now. His whole body tensed.

“What happened?” he asked again, firmer this time, anxiety starting to seep into his voice. He glanced down at the cast on his arm, the bruises on his chest. “Dude, whatever it is, it can’t be worse than this—”

Seungri broke. “She’s dead.”

The words hit like a gunshot.

Jiyong just… stared.

For a moment, the room was silent. So quiet you could hear the monitor ticking behind him.

“No,” Jiyong said, shaking his head slowly. “No, that’s not—no, that’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking,” Seungri whispered.

“No. Stop.” Jiyong’s voice rose. His hands were trembling now. “Stop lying, where is she?! She’s probably in the hallway or—”

“She’s gone, hyung.”

“NO!” Jiyong roared, the sound raw and broken as he shoved the cards off the table. They scattered like confetti—colorful, meaningless. “You’re lying! She was just here, she said she’d be back—!”

“She’s not coming back…” Seungri choked.

Jiyong’s face crumpled as the pain finally hit him. Not the bruises. Not the fractures. The real pain. The kind that cracks bone from the inside.

He folded in on himself, a wounded animal, a guttural sound tearing from his throat as he broke.

And all Seungri could do was fall to his knees beside him and hold on.

Jiyong’s screams echoed down the sterile hallway like a siren—raw, guttural, unrelenting. It was the kind of sound that made nurses freeze and families in the waiting room go silent.

Seunghyun was on his feet before anyone could blink, heart in his throat, sprinting toward the source of the agony. Youngbae and Daesung followed close behind, their feet slamming against the tile floor in panicked rhythm.

When they reached the room, the door was wide open. Inside, Seungri was struggling to hold Jiyong down against the bed. Jiyong thrashed violently, his body too broken to fight the way he wanted to, but the desperation in him burned hotter than painkillers ever could.

“Let me go!” he cried, voice cracking under the weight of devastation. “She’s not dead! She’s not—you’re lying!”

“Jiyong!” Seunghyun gasped, rushing to his side and pushing Seungri out of the way, taking over.

Youngbae turned on Seungri instantly, fury in his eyes. “You told him?!” he yelled, shoving him back.

“He wouldn’t stop asking about her!” Seungri shouted, tears already streaming down his cheeks. “I couldn’t take it—I didn’t know what else to do!”

But Youngbae wasn’t listening anymore. The grief had taken the wheel. The blame needed somewhere to go. So his fist collided with Seungri’s face.

Chaos erupted in the room. Three nurses burst in, trying to assess the situation as Jiyong continued to scream, his voice ragged and full of anguish.

“She’s not fucking dead!” he roared, eyes wild, body trembling. “Where the fuck is she?!”

Seunghyun clung to him, his own face soaked in tears. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered over and over again, his voice cracking. “I’m so fucking sorry, Ji…”

He tried to hold him, tried to calm him, but it was too late—the nurses moved in swiftly. One nurse restrained Jiyong’s arm while another pressed a syringe to his vein, pushing the sedative in without hesitation.

Jiyong’s eyes fluttered, his head falling back against the pillow, limbs going limp. But just before the sedation fully took hold, his eyes met Seunghyun’s, wide and pleading.

“She’s not gone…” he murmured, barely audible, like a child begging for a bedtime story to end differently.

And then—silence.

His body stilled, breathing slow and shallow.

Seunghyun collapsed beside him, burying his face in the hospital pillow as a sob ripped through his throat. His entire body shook with it, grief flooding every inch of him. He clutched at the blanket like it could anchor him to the earth.

He could hear the machines. The footsteps outside. The quiet beeping that reminded him life was still happening around him.

He hated it.

For a fleeting second, he wondered if his own heart stopped—right there, right then—would the nurses save him too?

The thought made him cry harder.

-

Outside, the rest of the group had taken their pain into the cold night air.

The fight between Seungri and Youngbae hadn’t lasted long—just enough to leave bruises on their faces and guilt in their eyes. Now, they sat on the curb outside the hospital, bloodied knuckles resting on trembling knees.

Daesung was curled in on himself, hugging his legs to his chest. His voice was small, broken. “I just… I don’t understand why she would do this.”

Youngbae sat beside him, a cigarette trembling between his fingers. He passed it to Seungri, who took it without a word.

“She probably had demons,” Youngbae muttered. “More than we ever saw.”

Seungri stayed quiet, inhaling deeply, trying to numb the ache in his lungs. But nothing helped. Not the cigarette. Not the cold air. Not the night sky above them, quiet and indifferent.

“I-I just…” Daesung’s voice broke as he stared at the sidewalk, lips trembling. “I can’t believe this all happened. One second she was just here, and now…” His shoulders shook. “It all happened so fucking fast.”

Youngbae placed a steady hand on his knee, fingers gripping tightly—not for Daesung’s comfort, but for his own. Holding his brothers together felt like the only thing left he could do. Even when everything inside of him wanted to crumble too.

-

It wasn’t until the soft glow of early morning light spilled through the hospital window, casting a golden beam directly across his face, that Seunghyun stirred.

His body ached from sleeping upright. His limbs stiff. His heart heavier than ever.

At some point in the night, someone must’ve helped him into the chair beside Jiyong’s bed—probably a nurse, though he couldn’t remember. Everything after the sedation, after the screaming, after you, had blurred into a gray fog.

Jiyong was still asleep, head turned slightly toward the window, his face twisted in discomfort even in rest. Sweat clung to his temples. His brow was furrowed, like he was still fighting in his dreams.

Seunghyun stared at him, and something in his chest cracked open.

Tears burned behind his eyes.

He wanted to scream. To punch a wall until his knuckles split open. To cry until his throat gave out. To destroy something—anything. But none of it would matter.

It wouldn’t fix what happened.

It wouldn’t untangle the three of you.

And it wouldn’t bring you back.

So instead, he stood quietly, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and slipped out the door in search of caffeine.

-

The hospital café smelled like burnt beans and overworked baristas. A far cry from the cozy Sunday mornings the two of you used to share at that little corner shop downtown, the one with the mismatched mugs and the vinyl records always playing too loud.

But it would do.

“Coffee. Black, please,” Seunghyun said, eyes fixed on the counter.

He hesitated, the next words already leaving his mouth on instinct.

“And a car—”

His voice broke.

He swallowed hard, pain blooming in his chest as realization slammed into him like a freight train.

You’re not here.

“What was that?” the barista asked gently.

“Nothing,” Seunghyun whispered. “Just the one coffee. Thanks.” He slid a crumpled bill onto the counter with trembling fingers.

His eyes fell to the floor, and a memory swept over him like a tidal wave.

-

“Seunghyun! A black coffee? Really?” you teased, arms crossed as you leaned over the counter.

“I like it the way nature intended,” he grinned, taking a sip of the bitter drink.

“Add some flare, you grump.”

He arched his brow. “Alright, princess. What’ll it be?”

You turned to the barista with a dramatic flip of your hair. “Caramel macchiato. Two pumps vanilla. Extra caramel drizzle. And whipped cream.”

He’d laughed, shaking his head. “That’s not coffee, baby. That’s a dessert.”

“It’s called enjoying my beverage,” you smirked.

You took the first sip with a playful moan, tongue darting out to lick the whipped cream from the rim of the cup. “Mmmm. Try it.”

And without a word, he leaned down and kissed the caramel and cream from your lips, smiling as you giggled against him.

“Delicious,” he whispered, forehead resting against yours.

That smile—your smile—was etched into his soul forever.

-

“Sir?”

Seunghyun blinked, pulled violently back into the present. The barista held out the paper cup.

“Oh… yeah. Thanks.” He took the drink with numb fingers, tossing another bill into the tip jar before walking away.

As he turned the corner, a familiar voice called out to him.

“Hyung!”

Youngbae. He stood near a row of chairs, Daesung close behind him, both of them exhausted, grief lining their faces.

Seunghyun sipped the scalding coffee. It burned his tongue. His throat. But he didn’t care. The pain grounded him.

“Where’s Y/n?” he asked, even though he already knew. He just needed to hear it again.

Youngbae’s expression softened. “She… she was a donor.”

Seunghyun nodded slowly. “They’re harvesting her organs,” he said, his voice hollow.

Youngbae could only nod.

“Is Jiyong awake?” Daesung asked gently.

“Not yet.” Seunghyun glanced at the hallway behind him. “But I’m going to wake him. Tell him everything.”

“Do you want us with you?” Youngbae asked, cautiously.

Seunghyun shook his head. “No. I need to handle this on my own.”

And with that, he turned away, letting the too-hot coffee sear his palm as he walked back toward the room where grief still waited.

-

Jiyong was already awake.

He sat upright in bed, tray of untouched breakfast in front of him, eyes fixed blankly on the skyline. The bruises on his face had darkened, the swelling around his eyes had gone down—but the tears remained. Silent and steady. Tracks of grief painted on his battered skin.

Seunghyun stepped in quietly and sat in the chair beside him once more. Jiyong didn’t turn to look. He didn’t have to. He knew.

Seunghyun studied him—his broken friend, his brother—and the silence sat heavy between them.

Then Jiyong spoke.

“Tell me what happened.”

Seunghyun’s breath caught. “Jiyong…”

“I need to hear it,” Jiyong said, his voice barely holding together. “I need you to say it out loud. I need you to make it real.”

Seunghyun’s heart shattered all over again.

He lowered his gaze. “She jumped.”

Jiyong flinched. A tiny, involuntary reaction that spoke volumes.

“Are you… are you sure?”

“She left us a letter.”

Jiyong nodded, lips trembling as he bit down hard, trying to keep himself from falling apart again. “Let’s read it,” he whispered.

And Seunghyun reached into his coat pocket, the crumpled paper warm from his body heat, heavy with everything you left behind.

-

Seunghyun, Jiyong…

I’m sorry. I don’t know where to begin. I don’t know how you feel right now—maybe you’re angry, maybe you hate me, maybe you’re numb. Maybe you’re relieved, and that’s okay too. I wouldn’t blame you.

But I want to believe… just a little part of you misses me.

I know what I’ve done feels unforgivable. I took the coward’s way out. I left without saying goodbye. And I know I’ve hurt you both more than I ever intended to.

But please, before you throw this letter away or tear it up in rage, just read it all the way through.

Because this one… this letter isn’t just a goodbye.

It’s a love letter.

To the two absolute loves of my life.

Seunghyun,

You were my calm. My safety. My home.

You loved me without asking me to change. You saw me when I didn’t even recognize myself in the mirror. You made the ugly parts of life feel bearable—and somehow, you made me feel beautiful. And I never knew that was possible before you.

When I was unraveling, you never once tried to fix me—you just stayed. Do you know how rare that is?

The long drives with no destination, the late-night art exhibits, the bookstore dates, the lazy Sundays that felt like something out of a movie… I’ll carry those with me. Forever. That was the closest I ever came to peace.

There were so many times I wanted to tell you the truth. To admit how much pain I was in. But I couldn’t. Not because I didn’t trust you—but because I did. Because I knew the moment I told you, you’d try to carry it for me. And I couldn’t let that weight touch your already-brilliant soul.

You gave me something I never thought I’d have in this life—a love that didn’t hurt. And I hope to God that someday, someone gives you the same.

Go to the museums. Lose yourself in brush strokes and empty space. Drink your bitter black coffee and pretend it tastes good. Laugh too loud at indie films. Keep being the man who makes the world gentler just by existing in it.

And if you ever feel me near you—it’s because I am.

I’ll always be watching you. Cheering for you.

Loving you.

Thank you for saving me so many times without even knowing it.

Jiyong,

It started messy, didn’t it? Screaming matches and eye rolls and hate-fueled hookups. But somewhere along the way, between the chaos and the chaos and the chaos—I fell for you.

God, I fell so hard.

You were the wildfire to Seunghyun’s ocean. You didn’t calm me—you lit me up. You pulled something alive out of me when I was already dimming. And even when we were at each other’s throats, I always knew… you cared.

You’re more than the mask you wear, Jiyong. You always have been.

You don’t have to be the leader every second of the day. You don’t always have to be perfect. You don’t always have to pretend you’re okay just to protect everyone else.

I saw you. The real you. The boy who loved too hard and never felt like he was enough. The boy who covered his sadness with charm and talent and glitter and eyeliner.

You were enough, Jiyong. You are enough. Even at your messiest. Even at your weakest.

And I wish I had the strength to stay long enough to prove that to you. To be the softness you tried to hide you needed. To kiss the bruises this world gave you and teach you that you’re worthy of gentleness too.

I’m sorry I didn’t stay.

But I’ll be watching. I’ll make sure this world gives you a break. And when you’re finally smiling again, when you're laughing and feeling like yourself... know I’m there. Cheering you on.

That’s me, loving you from wherever I am.

Thank you for setting me on fire.

Thank you for making me feel alive.

Thank you for being my beautiful disaster.

I hope the two of you take care of each other now.

There’s nothing to fight over. Nothing to prove.

The love I had for both of you was never a competition—it was infinite, in different ways. Two halves of one heart.

Let that bring you together, not tear you apart.

Take care of each other, please.

And when the nights get too heavy and you wonder if you could’ve saved me—just look up. I’ll be there. In the moonlight. In the lyrics. In the silence.

Always.

I love you both. With everything I had.I just ran out of ways to say it out loud.

Forever yours, Y/n ♡

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[creatortools]

MY ENTRY FOR THE KARMOR MINI CONTEST!

I made my Karmor’s (Creatormor’s) full body ref, put in his colour palette and drew out how his powers work. Idk what makes him stand out so I’ll just give you guys a more in depth explanation of his powers, design choices/symbolism and some facts about my Karmor (sorry I’m probably gonna be yapping a whole lot) down below! (Also WARNING ⚠️ mentioning some spoilers of the bvz series, except for the episode thats coming out in like five days on YouTube ofc bc I haven’t seen it, if you guys haven’t seen the full series)

(Also I got too lazy with the Karmor drawings at the bottom mb)

CREATORMOR (Basic) INFO:

-He/They (Male)

-Half Chinese, half European

-5’6

-He crashes out a lot, hater, but is also still a nervous wreck

-He barely gets sleep because he’s scared that the Mad Crow might take over his body or his powers going out of control. Even though he’s not sure if the Mad Crow is able to do that, he’s still worries about the possibility.

-He tolerates the rest of the BvZ cast (COUGH, sorry) (Go HERE and HERE for more basic info, there is info about his powers too but I'm basically just rewriting it down below)

Describing Powers:

-HE’S USING HACKS ‼️ ⚠️

-A screen/pop up hologram kind of thing pops up right in front of him. The screen could also move with him. Like for example, if Karmor turned 180 degrees, the pop up will follow to still be in front of Karmor.

-Karmor is the only one who can see this pop up

-The pop up looks like a bootleg version of Google LMAO, he can type what he wants to change, like for example, “Save Mahatma” or “Save the Doctor” when you know…(AUGH I CRIED FULL ON SOBBED)

-After, he would touch the object or person he wants to change, the thing he touched will start to glitch.

-The sounds of lightning (sound effects when Karmor uses his powers) is the sounds of the object or person changing

-If he uses his powers too much, or what he changes is so extreme the blood vessels in his eyes burst, making him temporarily blind or make his vision temporarily blurry. The veins near his mouth also turns purple. His finger tips also become numb and the screen would become too glitchy to even see or use.

-So when he saved Mahatma, what he changed was considered extreme so yeah that happened.

Design choices:

His mouth scars

-Okay, so his mouth scars that are on the mouth were intentional.

-I was thinking like, why would the Mad Crow choose to introduce the zombies if they aren’t really a threat anymore? So I was like, maybe Karmor could look kinda like a zombie. Zombies usually have this rot around their mouths which sometimes shows their teeth beyond just an open mouth. So, anyone could mistaken Karmor for another zombie and try to kill him (especially at a distance)! GUYS IM NOT INSANE I say as they drag me to a white room/j (IM JOKING)

-When he opens his mouth, especially, he looks like a zombie

His pony tail:

-The shape of his pony tail was also intentional

-It supposed to look like a lightning bolt, lightning is associated with electricity, and also his powers make lightning sounds so yeah.

-I was like how else am I gonna put the lightning symbolism...hmmm...his hair! IM A GENIUS/j

POWERS:

-His powers were vaguely inspired by the "Life is a simulation" theory, I just think it kinda fits the BvZ storyline as a whole. Because of what he can do. Like him changing something and the events as a whole change as well? It has like a similar vibe? I guess? Idk I just thought it fits pretty well.

-The design of the pop up does have some symbolism. The crow logo represents the Mad Crow's influence and how the Mad Crow is always watching him and with him.

That's all I can think of so far, I might add more but maybe not. Hope you guys like my Karmor and what I did for my take on Karmor. I did put some thought into him grr maybe too much. (I sound so insane LMAO)

[panerasbox]

You Grew Anyway

summary: Not everyone had the kind of mother worth celebrating. Melissa still thinks you deserve something

pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x fem!reader (platonic)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family

content warnings: mother issues, mentions of alcohol

a/n: Hey, I know this isn’t my usual style or tone, but I felt like it was something I needed to write, and maybe someone else needs it today too. Sometimes, the people who are supposed to be there for us don’t show up in the ways we need, and that can hurt. But we don’t have to go through it alone. Even when it feels like it, there’s always someone who sees you, who will show up for you, and who thinks you’re worth it. So, this is for anyone who’s been struggling with a tough Mother’s Day, or any day when it feels like the love you deserve just isn’t there. Melissa’s not your mom, but she could be your family. And that, I think, is more than enough. Take care of yourselves. You’re more than enough, too. 💜

You didn’t think anyone would notice.

It wasn’t like you were crying in the corner or skipping class. You were still showing up, still smiling when needed. But the second Sunday in May always hit like a bruise that never fully healed.

You didn’t hate your mom. That would’ve been easier.

She was just… cold. Critical. The kind of person who made you feel like love was a thing you had to earn with perfect grades and never being a burden.

So yeah, Mother’s Day wasn’t your favorite.

You’d been quiet all day, ducking out of the lounge before anyone could ask questions, waving off Janine’s offer of a cupcake with a weak smile. You figured you could just get through it like always. Push it down, bury it under lesson plans and grading.

But you should’ve known better than to think you could hide anything from Melissa Schemmenti.

“Hey.”

Her voice stopped you just as you were about to slip out the side door with your bag slung over your shoulder.

You turned. “Hey, Melissa.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You makin’ a run for it, or are you just tryin’ to avoid the Hallmark circus goin’ on in the lounge?”

You gave a weak laugh. “Little of both.”

She didn’t laugh with you. She just looked. Eyes sharp, unreadable. Then she jerked her head toward her classroom. “Come on. I got leftover hoagie from lunch and half a bottle of red in my desk.”

You blinked. “You keep wine in your desk?”

She gave a half-smile. “Figure if I get fired, it won’t be for just the wine.”

You followed her inside.

It was quieter in her room, the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of her perfume, earthy, warm, something like cedar and vanilla. She sat on the edge of her desk and handed you a plate with half a sandwich on it.

You weren’t really hungry, but the gesture made your throat tighten.

She watched you pick at the bread for a minute before speaking again.

“You don’t talk about your mom much.”

You froze, fingers curling around the paper plate.

“It’s fine,” you said quickly. “I mean, she’s not a bad person. Just… not good at being soft. Especially with me.”

Melissa leaned back slightly, arms folded. “Lemme guess, everything was about not making a fuss, toughening up, brushing it off.”

You blinked. “Yeah. Exactly that.”

She nodded like she knew the type intimately. “Some people think love’s about keeping things in line. Quiet. Polished. But you know what I think?”

You glanced at her.

She softened, just a bit. “I think love’s loud. Messy. Gets under your nails. And if you didn’t get that growing up… that ain’t your fault, kid.”

Your eyes stung before you could stop it.

Melissa didn’t reach out, not right away. She just let you breathe. Gave you space to feel whatever you needed to feel without rushing it.

Then, finally, her voice came low. “You’re good, y’know. Real good. With those kids. With this job. And if nobody ever told you that before…” She paused. “I’m tellin’ you now.”

Your hands trembled slightly around the plate. “Thanks, Melissa.”

She gave a small shrug, but her tone was anything but casual. “You ever need someone to be proud of you? You got me.”

You nodded slowly, the lump in your throat giving way to a quiet smile.

Because Melissa Schemmenti wasn’t your mom.

But she could be your something-like family.

And that was more than enough.

She didn’t say anything else after that, just let the silence stretch between you like a blanket instead of a wall.

You sat with it. Sat with her. Took another small bite of the hoagie just to keep your hands busy, just to feel normal. Whatever that meant.

Melissa sipped from a coffee mug that definitely did not smell like coffee and passed it to you with a tilt of her head. “If I offer you a drink, that’s technically mentoring, right?”

You snorted. “Sure. Emotional support in a cup.”

She smiled again, small, real. “Exactly.”

The two of you sat there like that for a while. Sharing quiet sips, letting the day drift past. No forced conversations, no pastel decorations or awkward questions. Just the hum of the overhead lights, the muffled sound of kids still laughing in the distance, and the soft thrum of something like understanding.

Eventually, you looked up. “Can I ask you something?”

“Course.”

“Did you… ever wish someone had been that for you? Like… someone steady?”

Her eyes softened, not in that sad, pitying way, but like she understood the ache in the question. “Yeah. I did.”

You didn’t push. Didn’t need to. It was enough that she’d said it.

“Guess that’s why I try to show up now,” she added after a moment. “For the ones who need it.”

You set the empty plate down beside her desk. “You do. Show up, I mean.”

She bumped your shoulder gently with hers. “So do you, kid.”

There was a pause, and then she reached into the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a tiny gift bag, plain brown paper with a bit of twine tied around the handles. Nothing fancy. But it looked so Melissa you couldn’t help but smile.

“Got you somethin’,” she said, like it was no big deal.

You blinked. “What? Why?”

She didn’t answer right away. Just looked at you for a second, like she was weighing something in her chest.

Then she said, “Y’know, today’s hard for a lotta people. And we always talk about the moms. The ones who gave birth, who packed lunches, who showed up at recitals. But there’s a lotta folks who didn’t get that. People who had to mother themselves just to make it through. People who still do.”

Your throat tightened.

Melissa looked down for a second, then back at you. “You’ve been takin’ care of yourself a long time, haven’t you?”

You nodded once. Couldn’t really speak past the lump in your throat.

She nudged the bag closer. “Then you deserve something. Not because you had the perfect mom. But because you kept goin’ without one. You still show up. Still care. That counts for somethin’.”

You opened the bag with trembling fingers.

Inside was a tiny potted plant. A bit of green in a chipped ceramic pot with a hand-painted ladybug on the side, wobbly and sweet, like it had been picked for the way it felt, not the way it looked.

“Thought you could keep it on your desk,” Melissa said softly. “Something alive. Something yours. A reminder that you grew anyway.”

You didn’t mean to cry.

Really, you didn’t.

But when you looked up at her, watery-eyed and holding that little pot like it was the most delicate thing in the world, Melissa just nodded like she’d expected it.

And this time, she did reach out, one strong arm around your shoulders, steady and warm.

You leaned into her without thinking.

Not your mother.

But someone who saw you.

Someone who stayed.

And maybe that was what love looked like after all.

[jellyontheside]

TPOT ANIMATORS ART STYLES 

I'm way too scared to put this on main, but I love analyzing this kind of thing, from any show. Seeing shows let the animators put their own style to things and actually catching it makes me so so so happy. I know that this isn’t going to be all of the animators, some are way more subtle than others and some of what I say just might be wrong I don't know! 

Cary Huang: I feel like with cary his style shines through a lot, even if it’s the object characters. One of the things you’re going to learn is that mouths are the main thing to point out any animators style, there could be other things like eyes or style of movement. But for the most part a mouth shows a style more than anything. With cary his mouths have an over line top lip. He also does not shy away from big expressions. molding the asset to fit the face and giving the object characters fingers a lot of the time,

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Micheal Huang: Another style that is a very well known one in the community. The mouths are a very big indicator, but it’s more specifically the moldable teeth he gives characters, very much loves to show the depth through the teeth. Another thing is how he animates a character's movement, makes them very active and manipulates the assets a lot to get a smooth motion across. 

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Tophatthehat: honestly one of my favorite artists in the osc. The mouths again! This time they are way more squared, giving characters 2 teeth lines when their mouths are closed, and for heavy expressions the teeth are bumpy and loose which I love so much. But he also has a unique way of styling arms and legs when bent! Making them squared off with longer feet. also Thin long lines for the eyes. He also has a unique way of drawing two, eyes are a bit smaller and lower on their head. 

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XanyLeaves (Niall Burns): also a very known animator for people to spot throughout different object shows. Now if i'm being honest I think it is a little harder identifying Xany’s style specifically in tpot than when it is objects. My mouth rule doesn’t exactly always work here and the bigger indicator for me is how he draws two, bigger eyes that are higher on their head, and usually draws two’s hands like webbed frog feet lol. But even then I might just be confusing a lot of it with Allens work, which looks and moves fairly similar sometimes. But I think the main thing that always shines through even if not how he draws, is how he animates. Coiny [here] is a great example, lots of snappy expressions with smooth movements and big arcs.

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Allenimations (Allen Lee): while in the previous tweet i compared allen and xany’s work, i still do think looking closer there are big differences. Again using Two as an example, they have smaller eyes but more up on their head, it’s a harder thing to describe other than me being like “it just FEELS like this animator”. [EXAMPLES HERE]

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YellowAngiru: a bit of a harder one for me to catch but when you look it’s there. His linework is smoother on the algebralians, not many moments of loose lines commonly seen on them, especially four. Gives two big o’ eyes with oval irises.

I'm stopping here to not make this thread feel repetitive, but there’s always more that I love to spot: KaLegend, Derpadon, DanDaMiniFig and more! There’s also a lot that I always catch but could never put a name to the style, so if anyone else has any more examples PLEASE tell me! you don’t understand how much i love this kinda thing. And I didn't even mention things like background work or prop work or even storyboard work from different shows from so many different talented artists in this community. MAN I could even go on about different human designs people create in the fandom, but THAT would be pushing it. I just love art, I think idk.

[kawhh]

To anyone who was affected or reached by Brynn's (sweetestdesire's) actions who might see this and any of her anons - if you're comfortable to read a direct apology from her and think it'll help you heal or at least understand her actions, or if you were an anon wanting to still be in contact with her and also read the apology, she's coming back tomorrow. She's coming back as @angelichughes and I wanted to take the time to let people know but to also explain why I think she should be heard out and why I believe she's learnt the lesson, has grown as a human being and understands how things went wrong and what she can do to make sure she never falls into the hole she did again.

Everyone who was hurt by her actions doesn't ever deserve to go through it again in any shape or form - her actions were wrong, it shouldn't have happened and shouldn't have dragged on long as it did. I've always understood the frustration from anyone who was hurt and especially those who had reached out and talked with her in the past - I still don't agree with how it was handled and I never have and I don't agree with anyone who was using the situation for drama points or dragging it on.

I'm not saying that was everyone, but this is also tumblr and we're all responsible for being better role models with how we handle drama and conflict. There are children here and they deserve the best from people.

But I do understand how some people felt trapped and felt like they had no other option but to deliver the initial message in the way that they did.

I'm not here to apologise for her actions. I'll be perfectly clear in that. This is NOT what this is and I'm saying all of this because I can see a real change in her and want to help people get what they need or want.

I'm not going to sit here and discuss all of the reasons and explanations and any other details - people deserve that to come from her and I also understand how some people will never want to even hear another word from her and you have no responsibility to hear her out or see her name again.

When I've been hurt in the past, it's helped me often to have an explanation for the actions even if I haven't ended up fully agreeing or understanding or wanting to change my opinion or view after reading it.

I've also had situations where I've blocked any mention of their name because I just don't want to see anything and I'm hoping by mentioning the username that I can also help with that part for people.

I'm not in her brain and I've never pretended to be in her brain, but I can see a full, genuine difference and understanding in her behaviour and her mindset after it's happened. I want to be clear about that - if I didn't see a difference and thought she was the same person with the same understanding, I would not be supporting her like this and I would not be typing this.

I do believe that she needed the shock and needed the blow for it to fully sink in for her, to drag her out. A way her brain couldn't skip over as she fell deeper into the hole.

After spending a month talking to her, I fully understand how everything happened for her and how it did happen, but there's no illusions about how she should've dealt with it and reached out. It's not an excuse coming from me or coming from her, but it'll be the honest explanation and reasons why she did it and I hope that can help people in some way.

I fully believe she understands the hurt she caused and how it went wrong at each turn and how she needs to be better for both everyone else and also herself. I believe she's honestly regretful and not just for being caught out - but for her actions as they were.

That can mean nothing to you and that's also fine, but if that does mean something to you, I'm 100% confident in every word I say.

I'm thankful for the anons of hers who have continued to send asks my way to send to her - she hasn't taken any of this lightly and hasn't avoided any of the emotional damage to both herself and everyone she hurt and interacted with and seeing some of you still wanting to understand and wanting her to heal and be a better person has meant a lot to her and myself.

I understand if any of you would be nervous about interacting with her again, but if you would still like to interact with her and give her a chance to show you how she's developed and how she wants to continue to grow with you, I would be grateful.

I also understand that there's anons who have been hurt by her actions and have distrust in all of her previous actions and interactions with you and I repeat that if you're comfortable with it, I think hearing her apology is the least you deserve.

As a final piece, I'm going to make it very clear that I'm not going to tolerate hate sent my way or sent to anyone who does interact with her. Like I said earlier, we all have a responsibility to be better on this platform and any other platform online.

I understand being hurt, but there's a difference between being hurt and asking for an explanation and being hateful. Asking her for answers and expressing hurt is always going to be fine, but we're also all humans who make mistakes and nobody deserves the kind of hateful messages some people on here send with no regard for any human being on the other side of the screen. Some people would do well to ask themselves how they would feel if it was them or someone they cared about getting some of the pure hate some of you send. Not just even this - even simple things like someone not liking a player you like.

I don't tolerate it when people send me hate. I will not tolerate it being sent to her friends.

Being actually hateful towards someone will not help you. It will not help you heal. It will not bring you comfort or satisfaction. It will not make the situation better for anyone. That's my stance on any behaviour like that on this website.

I'm also not going to be doing a personal Q&A. This is my statement and she'll make hers.

I will also understand if I'm blocked for my stance on this by anyone who was hurt - I will be interacting with my friend and I will be doing it publicly. I believe in her and the changes she's made and I'm very proud of all her development. I see someone who understands the situation and genuinely wants to be better for herself and everyone on this app daily.

I'm tagging a few of you - but I also have no expectations and have no right to ask anyone to read or forgive or be friends with her again. Everyone needs to do the right thing for themselves.

@hughesinthebox @zzbubblegumbitchzz @ruinix @rowdyluv

[thequietkid-moonie]

Lost and found

[ SERIES, Part 3 ] [ Part 1 here ] [ Twisted Wonderland ]

× Previous part - The incident

× Next part is coming soon

⚠️ Posible disturbing description of blot in the body at the end, please continue with precaution

I almost drop completely this story because of my insecurities and anxiety but im already too invested on this thing, those three nights without sleep have to be payed by finishing this story!!! 🫵🏼 (thanks Sponge bob because one of the songs make me feel distracted enough to calm down and come back) if anyone would like to share their thoughts about the story with Moonie please do!

There are some vague parts where i don't mention names, yeah its so you can fill that empty space with your comfort character!

Somehow the whole investigation have ended up being leaded by Ortho, and it isn't that he was complaining, you were one of his best friends, he always has a lot of fun with you, you always treats him like a normal kid, and not just that but also you have become friends with his brother! He will be forever greatful for you friendship, but, at the end, the weight of those feelings was what made him feel so preasured to find you, it feels like he is the only one capable of finding you when there is not even the smallest clue about your were abouts

Thats how he ended up here, in the Headmage's office arguing with Crowley about calling for STYX help, according to Grim the last time he saw you both were being chaised by a phantom and the concentration of blod in the forest was too high, that much concentration was equivalent to a overbloted mage that was reaching their limit, of course he was worried and scared! He was so scared about the posibility of not finding you, but Crowley wanted to keep the situation under control as much as posible, the whole school was already a mess with all the rumors and whispering in the hallways and since there was nothing confirmed about you it was just disastrous

The more time it passed the worst things got, there was too much uncertany and panic to be hold, some of your friends were already even considerating the posibility of go and try to find you themselfs, calling STYX would just make things worst, after all the last time they have to deal with STYX was not good nor discreet, but Ortho wasn't having any of that, nor anyone else, after all a whole day has being already wasted by making painfully slowly advances in the investigation

Ortho, now taking full responsability of the investigation along with Idia, he left Crowley with a warning, he would lead a rescue team, they will try their best to search for you alone but the moment he sees things simply cannot be handle by Night Raven Collage he would ask for help to STYX and will let them handle this

Ortho had asked for volunteers to try to form a rescue team, and even when things were still too uncertain there were a lot of people ready to do what they could to help, you have done so much for everyone and now it was time to do the same for you! At the end Ortho ended up accepting the help of most of the vice housewardens, one way or another they have already deal with the overbloted mage and they were stronge enough to know they would be fine (he didn't wanted to risk bringing the ones who have been overbloted before, after all no one really knew what they would find)

When everyone was ready he started leading them inside of the forest, everyone were at a considerable distance to be able to cover as much as posible but close enough so everyone else can be alerted in case of an emergency, because of the time it have already happened between Ortho and Rook managed to be able to track down where you were suppoused to be, but the more they advance the more blot were found

The atmosphere was making everyone feel more uncomfortable, they could feel their stomach twisting with anxiety but they kept going, searching for anything that could be of help, anything that would give a signal of you, between the frustration and the growing headache that everyone was starting to feel Ortho was able to catch the attention of everyone, he was constantly running scans and analizing his surroundings in an attempt to find anything that he would be of help, and finally he did it

There was a great amount of blot and some torn clothes, this was all that was left behind of the phantom that was chaising you and Grim a few days ago. The sight alone was completely anormal but with a a shaky breath Ortho run his scanner to the pile of blot in the ground and he felt the time almost stop, there it was again, heartbeats, it was incredibly weak and the space between each heartbeat was concerning but it was there, impulsively he threw himself to the pile of blot and started dig on it, not caring about anything

The rest of the group that have came with Ortho, and even Idia at the other side of the communicator, was quickly alerted when Ortho suddently screamed your name, without wasting time everyone run towards were he was, and just like he did, everyone stopped in shock at the scene before their eyes, Ortho was diging in a inmense pile of blot where part of your body was already visible, and he was trying to be as careful as posible while pulling you out of the pile with shaky hands

Ortho asked everyone to stay away, he didn't wanted anyone else to be exposed to the blot, but they didn't even finished hearing his warning when everyone run to his side and started to help, Jade, Rook and Lilia quickly tried to take away from you as much blot as posible while Ruggie and Trey were helping Ortho try to get you out of the pile. Everyone was being extra careful, even using magic was being put in doubt since the blot was too attached at your body, nothing assure that by trying to use magic against the blot wouldn't hurt you more

By the moment you were finally pulled out of the pile of blot Rook and Trey quickly tried to check on you and help you breath again, trying to don't get distracted by the amount of blot that was still attached to your body by your injuries and staining your clothes, it took a while of having to make cpr but you finally started to react again, opening your eyes for a second and gasping for air right before turning around to start cought and panting, by the way you were breathing it was sure to say that your throat was hurt

While the others were trying to somehow easy the pain and trying to ask for any information Ortho made sure to explain what just happened to Idia (who has been asking about what it is happening non stop ever since Ortho said your name), but there was no time to feel relief since you were still covered in blot, from your mouth the blot was still falling and the injuries he have managed to identify were covered in blot, this was definetly something that had to be treated by STYX

With the help of your friends you have been able to react again, your heartbeat was still too slow and you barely were able to stay councious, you could heard the voices of your friends at the distance but something was bothering you, you were trying to catch your breath and somehow understand where you were when the pain quickly overtook every sense in your body

You managed to grasp the clothes of whoever was closer, desperately trying to ask for help, scream if it was necesary, but the only thing that left from you were cries of pain, you couldn't even open your eyes anymore because of the pain, you were not only injured but covered in blot, all this time you were exposed the blot it found its way to inside of your body, and you can feel it, you weren't comfortable in your own body anymore, your body was feeling not only heavier but insanely strange, a completely new substance was all over your body, it was covering your insides, running in your veins with your blood and it hurts, it hurts so much, it was sofocating you

The adrenaline filled you with anxiety, you wanted to run away, to scratch your skin and open your flesh so you could take it out yourself but you couldn't, you were barely able to even support your own weight, your tears were falling from your eyes, mixed with blot, your attempt to ask for help was in vain because the only thing you could even mutter were cries, incomprehensible mix of words that pleaded for this pain to stop

Unlike everyone in Twisted Wonderland the blot wasn't something normal in your body, of course your body noticed the strange new substance and took no time in trying to attack it, to eliminate, but that just make it hurt more, at this point your cries of pain where so loud that in the other side of the communicator not only Idia could hear it but everyone who were close enough, and it was making everyone fear the worst all over again

You didn't even realiced when it happened, but one of the rescue team was already holding you in their arms while running back towards the school, everyone was constantly glancing towards you, almost scared that you would vanish or even perish at any instance. STYX was already called and they will came to the school at anytime, they just needed to bring you back

By the moment they managed to reach the school almost everyone was gathered close, wanting to check with their own eyes that you were fine, or at least in one piece, but there was barely enough time to see you, they only had the chance to see a small glimpse of your body from the distance before you were quickly handed over to the STYX staff, Ortho assured everyone that you would be fine, they would be able to help you no matter what, but that fell in deaf ears when the last thing they were able to heard from you before being taking away were your cries in pain

Taglist: @chloemari-e @kisses2kanao @kashasenpai

[toonice113]

Foolish one  ⋆ ★  A.Matthews

Pairings: Auston Matthews x Fem!reader

Summary: After a year of hooking up with Auston, it takes him getting a girlfriend for you to realize he just wasn’t the one

Warnings: mentions of sex but nothing explicit, no happy ending.

Word count: 1.4k

⋆˚࿔ tina's note 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I wrote this at 4am while being extremely sleepy and edited it a little bit just now, but i can’t promise it's well edited. This also started up being inspired by siren sounds by tate mcrae but then turned into more of a foolish one vibe and i just leaned into it.

The whole situation with Auston had been going on for about a year now, a whole year of hooking up. It was never meant to be something more and you knew it, only a few of your friends knew about it, and they had warned you about keeping this going on for so long, pleading for you to not get too attached to him when the relationship wasn’t going anywhere, you swore you wouldn’t.

Then things changed, slowly you and Auston became closer, what once was just meaningless sex where he would leave straight after turning into him staying, pillow talk about superficial stuff turning into deep conversations where you got to know more about Auston that you ever had about any ex.

You could feel yourself falling as time went by, and while Auston never gave you any implication of wanting more from your arrangement, his attention was enough to keep you around. You knew he was seeing other girls, and while deep inside it killed you, you would never admit it, telling yourself that it didn’t matter because you knew parts of him he would never show anyone else, because you were the one he always found himself returning to when things got rough

.

Sometimes though, the thought of sharing him was too much for you, and that hurt translated to anger, moments where you let him see really how much power he had over you in the relationship, moments like the one you found yourself in right now.

“I don’t know what you want me to do” Auston sighed.

“It’s not that hard Auston just don’t feed the cat your dinner” Your voice raises.

“I didn’t feed him!” His voice is steady but frustrated, Auston never raises his voice, not for you. “The food fell from my plate and he ate it before I could pick it up, it was only a piece of chicken he’ll be fine” 

“He’s been throwing up for days, he’s not fine” You argue.

“Is that what’s got you in such a bad mood? the cat being sick?” He asks, the half eaten food now forgotten, the cat looking up waiting for more, unaware of what’s going on.

“Maybe you should call one of your other girls, they’re probably in a better mood” His face breaks into a smug smile as soon as the words leave your mouth and you immediately regret the sentence you never meant to speak in the first place.

“I don’t want any other girls baby” He gets up and walks towards you, his arms trapping you between his body and your kitchen counters. “You’re the only one for me and you know it” 

But you don’t know it, you can’t, not with certainty, not when he says this one night and then you see rumors of him hooking up with a random girl while he’s on a road trip. Still you let him charm you, ending up in bed once more, because you can’t resist Auston and he knows it.

This is it, you tell yourself that two nights ago was the last time, you’re done with Auston, and it’s not because of jealousy, it’s the fact that you can’t stand to have your heart broken once more. Just two nights ago he was in your bed, whispering sweet words into your ear, just for you to wake up on your own on a cold bed the next morning and seeing pictures of him with some girl out for lunch later that same day.

You could have blocked him, it would’ve made things easier, but you don’t, you just avoid him, an easy task while he is away on a road trip. He messages you a couple times throughout the days he is away, you open those messages, of course, but you manage to keep yourself from replying to any of them.

It was two days after he arrived back in the city that your absence finally hit him, you had managed to keep yourself distracted enough with work to worry too much about him and tonight you were finally taking a night for yourself, you’d finished all your work for the week and your cat was finally back to healthy, so you poured yourself a glass of wine and turned in a romcom. You were halfway through the movie when your doorbell rang, opening the door without checking who it was first, you came face to face with the man you had managed to avoid for about a week.

“Go away Auston, I’m done” You said trying to keep your voice firm.

“What?” he tilted his head, confused on why you weren’t letting him in like you had so many nights before.

“I can’t do this anymore” You gestured between the two of you “It’s over Auston” 

“Baby” his hand reached out to yours and you tried, you really tried to hold it together, but you could never resist him, so you let him take it “What are you talking about? Let’s talk about this” 

His thumb rubbed your hand in a calming notion and you just shook your head, knowing that your words would only betray you “Baby please, don’t do this, you’re too important to me and I can’t lose you”

“You can’t lose something you don’t have” Your voice comes out in something barely louder than a whisper “And I’m not yours Auston, just like you were never mine” A lie, you know it and he knows it, you have been his from that very first night.

“But that’s where you’re wrong” He moves his other hand to wipe the tears that are starting to flow “I’m yours baby, have been from the moment we met, let me show you just how much I’m yours” 

You wish you could say you stood your ground, said goodbye and closed the door finalizing the relationship, but you’re not that strong, and just like that he was back in your bed and in your life. It was almost perfect for a bit, you convinced yourself that maybe this was the time, this was it, you and Auston were finally on your way to more, this time it was real. You had just let yourself believe when the texts and calls became less and less, but you chalked it up as just him preparing for the upcoming playoffs.

It took a bit for it to all come crashing down, you’d watched game 1 at a bar with friends, texting him a congratulatory text after the win, expressing how proud you were of him and how you couldn’t wait to see him, his response had been warm, just enough to keep you from overthinking about his lack of communication over the past few days. Then, game two came around and you found yourself at a friend’s house, sitting at the table ready to gossip about whatever was going on at everyone’s work, but your friends had different gossip they were interested in, for the first time in forever Auston Matthews had made a relationship public.

One of your friend’s phone was being passed around, in it a picture of the Toronto Maple leafs wags in their playoffs jackets, one of them proudly wearing the last name Matthews, a 34 printed in it. Your friends were joking about it, one or two of them who knew about you and Auston looking at you expectantly, waiting to hear what you had to add to the story, because surely you’d know something –you didn’t–  and suddenly the food in front of you no longer seemed appetizing, and your friends laughs sounded like nails on chalkboard, and your clothes were too tight and you just needed to get out of there.

Back in your apartment you knew this time you had to do it, you had to be strong and stand up for yourself, so you sent one last text, wishing him luck on his future, thanking him for the past year and telling him to go fuck himself for playing you before you blocked his number. You knew he would come looking for you, or maybe he wouldn't. You couldn’t be sure, so you packed a bag, packed your cat, and drove to your brother’s house, where you slept in your nephew’s twin sized bed for a week before deciding to go back to your life.

You were heartbroken, yes, but you knew you had to move on, because while you would get those secret smiles and loving stares in bed, she was getting his jacket, and he was publicly expressing his love for her, announcing their relationship proudly when he couldn’t even make it official for you two, so you were ready to finally learn your lesson. And it would take time, but you knew there would come a day when you would find someone to love you loud and proudly, because after all, he just wasn’t the one.

[yuukskillsworld]

can u do headcanons of ronin and a reader who reminds them of ther :D ( from gluttony gods ) completely understandable if u cant

have a good day or night :D

Familiar Eyes, Dangerous Devotion – Ronin x Reader Headcanons

To the lovely person, you’ve got great taste, and now you’ve got me blushing. Seriously, what a deliciously good idea. Let’s dive in, shall we?

written by yuukskillsworld<3

WARNINGS: Obsession / possessiveness, emotional manipulation, grief / unresolved trauma, mentions of past loss (Ther), mild yandere behavior, ambiguous morality, slight horror elements (unsettling behavior, tension)

• At first, Ronin is visibly unsettled. You remind him so much of Ther—it’s in the way you move, your expressions, even the rhythm of your voice. He tries to brush it off, but the resemblance claws at something deep inside him.

• He starts observing you obsessively—not out of pure malice, but with a strange reverence. It's like he's watching a ghost, and part of him is afraid that if he looks away, you’ll vanish too.

• When you laugh, he goes completely still. It's not the exact same as Ther's, but close enough to send a shiver down his spine. He doesn’t know whether to be comforted or haunted.

• He struggles internally: are his feelings for you real, or is he projecting? But Ronin, being Ronin, is the kind of person who blurs those lines without apology.

• Protective to a fault—sometimes violently so. Anyone who threatens to "take you away" triggers something dangerous in him. The loss of Ther is a wound that never closed, and he refuses to lose you too.

• He never calls you Ther, but sometimes he stares at you for a little too long, like he's searching for traces of them in your face. If you notice and call him out, he gets distant, maybe even cold, until he processes the guilt.

• Over time, his obsession morphs into something disturbingly tender. He starts making distinctions—"You’re not them," he’ll say softly, "but you matter just the same." It’s a terrifying kind of devotion.

• You find gifts—old, weathered things. Personal. They look like they belonged to someone else, and they probably did. He never explains, just watches to see if you’ll accept them.

• There's always a tension between who you are and who you remind him of. But Ronin is too deep in to walk away, and the scariest part? Neither are you.

Thank you so much for the request, you really know how to get me going. I hope this is exactly what you were looking for. Let me know if you want more, because I’m always down for some dangerous devotion. <3

[pleasehitmewithabus]

pLease tell me this is rage bait??? This has to be willful misunderstanding of why the fandom is outraged. The fandom is upset about tlok's blatant mischaracterization of katara as a general rule, not the accomplishments that she canonically has! No one is arguing that she shouldn't have been politically involved in the outlawing of bloodbending or whatever else strawmans fallacies people can come up with to try and warp the fandoms upset at straight up bad writing. The point of the outrage is that they (bryke) took everything that made Kataras character into something Meaningful and Original and dumped on it.

In ATLA, katara was a fighter, a healer, a revolutionary, and the greatest water bender alive. She wrote the book on kicking ass and taking names while being kind and compassionate. Which in of itself was an amazing thing to see in early 2000s media.

In TLOK, yes she is briefly mentioned having outlawed blood bending, but do we see her in this role or even as a part of Yakones trial which would make sense narratively? No. We don't. Seeing Sokka was great and I get the whole councilman thing but let's be real, it didn't make sense for him to be there or hold that role. Why was he not in the swt, a chieftain there? Why was katara not the council member? I'll let you figure that one out.

She's korras water bending instructor which, yeah cool makes sense no arguments here, but also stood by while the white lotus isolated Korra her entire life and treated her in a reprehensible manner. This doesn't make sense either.

She isn't even at Jinoras air bending ceremony which is just?? Insane? She's not at her grandaughters big fancy Very Important Cultural Ceremony, for a culture that she literally single handedly rebirthed (pre-korras restoring the spirit world thing). That is not good writing.

She's not shown in the city that she supposedly helped build whatsoever and lacks any meaningful interactions with any character other than MAYBE tenzin and Korra, (which furthers the issues I have with her neglect of her children mentioned below)

She should've gotten a statue the same way that Suki should've been at least fucking mentioned. If not for a common sense narrative-driven reason, then for a fucking fair one. We know katara wouldve loved a statue, and that she Deserved one, but somehow she ends up being the one person who doesn't get one?

I'm not sure what the chip on ops shoulder is with toph and zuko, but honestly, pretty sure this is one of those strawmans fallacies I was mentioning earlier so I'm not gonna bother.

Canonically, Aang was kind of a shit dad, and katara was canonically a Doormat for this shitty behavior. She never once intervened in his neglect of bumi and kya? Katara? KATARA, the justice and fairness for all girl, let her husband neglect her children??? I have no problem with her being a wife and a mother. But to have written her as such a crappy one? get out of my face with that bullshit.

Sure, it kinda stings to only see her represented as a healer, but that's not what the root issue is, and everyone knows that.

Long story short, the IssueTM with TLOK is the writing and the straight up abandonment of previously established characterization. Yes, some people are upset about her becoming aangs wife, some people are upset that she didn't have a statue, but the root of these issues is the way the characters we all grew up with or discovered or identified with or whatever were completely yakked on. Toph became a cop? You're kidding me. Katara turned her back on the neglect of her children? Be serious. The Complete and Total absence of Suki? Why???

Yeah we get it, it's a show about a new group, focusing on new people, but that's no excuse for bad writing. And to pretend like everything is on the up and up bc it hurts your (ops or anyone else's) feelings to consider that maybe not everything is perfect about tlok, is just plain willful ignorance. Learn media literacy.

Honestly the whole "Katara got erased and had no accomplishments post canon/ Katara was just a healer-wife" thing is exhausting because its blatantly false and I'm TIRED of people completely ignoring her accomplishments instead of celebrating them

Like Katara is explicitly mentioned to be involved in politics, to have been powerful enough to be the person to be solely credited with outlawing bloodbending. Her impact on Korra's life couldn't be understated she's one of the most important figures in Korra's life. She worked with the white lotus, but also didn't follow them blindly and she was willing to encourafe Korra to go up against them, kickstarting the show. She took part in the Civil War on the side of the South, healing fighters and creating a base of operations for the rebels. She was the only person at the centre of the ceremony of Tonraq becoming chief that wasn't directly involved with the battle at Harmonic Convergence, which probably implies at least Some Political relavance idk.

Like why is that all tossed into the garbage can? For what? Like why are we so obsessed with this woman having a bad time and being so mistreated does it get you guys off or something.

"bUt ZUkO anD tOPh gOT to FiGhT!" Zuko had like 2 mediocre action scenes and got his ass handed to him almost immediately and proceeded to peace out right before the final battle. Toph beat up an ex paraplegic (whom KATARA healed might I add) and bullied her a bit and then got one good hit in on foes that didn't even know she was there. Big whoop. Frankly, their inclusions were so clunky and clumsy and clearly there just because people were bitching about not getting the rest of the Gaang, that I much perfer Katara's organic and actually meaningful inclusion in the show.

"bUT thE stATue...!" Please remember that in B1 and B2, when we see most of the statues, they are there because the rest of the Gaang don't appear, or are Dead. The doylist explanation of thos complaint is that Katara was actually present in the show, so the others got to be there as statues. Post B2, we actually don't spend as much time in Republic City, and the only new statues we uncover are the ones of Toph in Zaofu, which makes sense and is narratively significant. I would've loved to ahve seen Katara get a statue, but the reason she didn't get a statue isn't because she's being sidelined by the creators, its technically the other way around..

Like is the "victimized housewife" narrative so much more appealing to you guys than the "accomplished politician, martial arts teacher and woman in stem" storyline we got because that is so Depressing and, frankly, creepy.

[frostgnawdraws]

failure and futility

for day 2 of campfire fest! prompt: third eye (and i guess could also count for explosion, or a lack thereof lol) @outerwilds-events

[nabaath-areng]

I have way too many alts that I keep to myself (which is why I generally refrain from posting them), but I'm going to ignore that habit for a moment just because I'm feeling particularly insane about this guy.

[nejackdaw]

Okay I haven't talked about Judas OR the Judas album in a while so I'm going to share this analysis I finally placed and I'm losing my mind about

In the song Field of Blood (song 5,) the chorus ends with a line I've never quite been able to find a suitable conclusion about. Right. (Putting my rambling under a read more, the screenshots make this long)

Oh, okay, "what is my god," he's having a crisis of faith. Why is God so cruel as to order Jesus be killed (reminder that the album is a mix of biblical and Gnostic canon, where Jesus asked Judas to be the one to betray him.)

WRONG

If we move two tracks ahead in the album to Death is Just a Kiss Away, right before the last chorus we have these lines:

Which is insane! Because this part is actually saying "you have two gods, God and Jesus" (sun and moon, as I'll get to) "and no matter which you choose" (obeying the kill command or refusing to kill Jesus) "you're going to piss everyone off"! Okay now I know, "but where did you get sun and moon/God and Jesus" and HERE I TELL YOU:

Jesus is CONSTANTLY referred to with constellation imagery! (There's a whole song about it!) The Gospel of Judas includes the quotes (from Jesus) "Judas, your star has led you astray" and "the star that leads the way is your star." The album takes this and RUNS with it. Makes Jesus Judas's guiding star. There is SO MUCH night/star symbolism going on here, mostly in Constellation, but also from A World Where we Belong:

SO BASICALLY: considering that Jesus is heavily referred to with night sky imagery and they're literally both referred to as "two moons aligned," it isn't unreasonable to conclude that the line from Just a Kiss Away is in fact talking about God/Jesus. WHICH MEANS

When Judas is about to hang himself and he pleadingly asks "what is my god?"

HE DOESN'T KNOW IF IT'S GOD OR JESUS BECAUSE HE'S FUCKING IN LOVE WITH HIM APNDOANSOANS HE OBEYED GOD BECAUSE HE'S GOD BUT HE'S KILLING HIMSELF OVER JESUS. I HAVE MANY OTHER LINES ABOUT THIS (DEVOTION TO JESUS, NOT GOD) BUT THAT'S A DIFFERENT TOPIC

[voiceshearingyouloud]

Finally properly sobbing after not being able to cry all day is such a great feeling

[thelilylav]

Crashed out about the Prime Minister calling a snap election in the reblogs and ended up getting blocked LMAOOO

[pinoruno]

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