#literally shat this out in like 2 hours

[thou-babbling-brook]

Whipped up a quick slutty birthday post for the whore himself

So I realized last year while I was in Florence that Ezio’s birthday coincides with the St. John the Baptist Festival there!! One of the big attractions for the day is the calcio storico fiorentino, which is like soccer on steroids feat. punching and mud. It started around the 15th century when Ezio would’ve been kicking around, so I decided to draw him semi-historically accurate playing in the game.

See below for the progress!

[playboysturns]

I don't know if this is a request or if it's just me wanting to share this extremely specific idea, but imagine Chris and the reader dating in secret for a LONG time and the news comes out on the internet, the reader starts getting hate and in every video there is someone commenting something like "Why did he choose to be with her?" and she simply responds to the comment with a video of her and Chris to the sound of "Pepsi" by Lana Del Rey (I don't know, this sounds really funny in my head)

drabble #1 'my 🐱 tastes like pepsi cola'

summary : Chris and reader finally make their relationship public to their fans on valentines day.

You met the triplets when you both moved to LA at the same time. It was easy to talk cause you were all youtubers and the four of you quickly became close since you didn’t know many other people in the city.

Chris and you hooked up when he was hanging out at your house, later confessing his feelings to you which you mutually shared. The both of you decided to take it slow as neither of you had been in a relationship before.

All your friends knew, it wasn’t a secret and there had been times where they had almost slipped up saying that you were both together.

You were seen hanging out with the three of them many times but fans had chalked it up to you being good friends with them, though none of you ever directly posted each other on your tiktok or youtube.

Chris wanted to keep your relationship private from the fans and you agreed since you both had seen first hand how they reacted when the triplets were friends with women. At this point though you been dating for a little over 2 years now, and finally decided it was the right time to share it with your fans.

“Wait why am I nervous” you giggle looking once over at the tiktok Chris was about to post. it was a video using the low life audio, it started with Chris laying on the couch singing the ‘sniper sniper sniper’ bit then the camera flipped to you show you straddling him lip syncing the ‘wifey wifey wifey’ part.

“Why? you look good,” Chris grips your hips, you were still in the same position as the tiktok.

“I don’t know what to caption it,” you hand Chris his phone watching him type a caption then showing it to you.

‘my valentines for the past 2 years ❤️🪄’

“Okay good, should I post it now,” You smile, both nervous and excited.

“Babe just press post,” Chris mutters from beneath you and you do just that putting his phone on silence and placing it on the coffee table.

“Right, no going on our phones for at least an hour,” you say Chris nodding in agreement. He picks up the remote to put on a movie whilst you lay down on top of him to cuddle.

“What the fuck!”

You move your head from the tv as Nick runs up the stairs from the front door his phone in hand, quickly followed by Matt.

“What?” Chris asks, Nick rolls his eyes before showing you his screen which was the tiktok you had posted.

“Kid we were literally at the In-n-Out drive through, then Nick screamed so loud I almost shat my pants,”

“It was not that loud so chill,” Nick puts his hand up.

“Not that loud, Nick I nearly rear-ended the car in front,” Matt replies, sternly.

“What else was I meant to do?” Nick rebuttals, stalking over to where you and Chris were laying.

“Not fucking scream? Acting like we didn’t know that they were dating the whole time” Matt sits on the couch.

“I mean it’s lowkey a monumental,” you feel Chris’ voice vibrating beneath your head.

“Exactly! we could’ve had a little heads up about it? Like my mentions are going fucking insane,” Nick huffs, turning his attention back to his phone. “The comments are like, kinda crazy right now so I wouldn’t check them.”

Now you were curious, sitting up you grab your phone that was besides Chris’ on the table quickly go to the tiktok on his account.

COMMENTS

y/n and chris sturniolo dating ⌕

@ sturnluvr : ain’t no way 💀

@ babysturns: are we skipping over the fact he put 2 years?

@ chrissgf : no hate but why would he choose her out of everyone…

↳ @ y/nclips : coming from an acc w no posts!

@ chrissturngirlfriend : i’m literally sobbing wtf

@ freshchris : do they do it 🥺

@ quenlinblackwell ✓ : MY PARENTS YESSS

@ stuniolosuperfan : fuck it atp matts wife and kid jokes may be real

↳ @ mattybswife : they are 😊 revealing myself as his wife ❤️

↳ @ mattsturnsbm : @ mattybswife tell him that the kids miss him 💔

@ princessy/n : what the fuck is wrong with the comments

@ strombolitriplets : i’m crying wtf do they even talk about 😭

@ madisonbeer ✓ : i love you both 🤍

@ sturnioloclips : TWO YEARS?

@ y/nswife : THIS IS AI UNTIL Y/N POSTS ON HER ACC!!

↳ @ princessy/n : yk damn well.. 😭

@ sturniolofan1 : someone tell me this is an early april fools.

@ user18274730 : wait cause they’re actually so cute wtf

You comb through them laughing, honestly you thought the reaction would be worse. Chris on the other hand was reading the comments over your shoulder.

“Fuck. I’m sorry about them,” Chris apologises, kissing your shoulder.

“Baby it’s fine. I thought they’d be way harsher” you turn to look at him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“But your fans are so supportive.,” Chris sighs sadly.

“They’re just going to have to grow up and get over it,” Nick says turning his phone off to watch the movie on the screen.

You were both getting ready to go to sleep.

It had been a few hours since you had posted the video, and though you were fine with the response it was clear Chris was still a little upset.

“I want to turn the comments off,” Chris says scrolling through them, you sigh taking the phone from his hand. “Or at least respond to them.”

“There’s no need to turn the comments off or respond to anything,” you take a look at them yourself, the tiktok had blown up already having a million likes.

“But there is, you’re literally the most important person in my life and they can’t even respect it,” Chris throws himself onto his bed. “They’re asking why I would choose you when you’re the one that’s out of my league.”

“Okay we’ll do this then,” you click to video reply ‘@ chrissgf : no hate but why would he choose her out of everyone…’ selecting an audio before sitting next to Chris on the bed.

“What are you doing?” he watches in confusion as you put both of you on the camera.

You smile as you start the tiktok ‘my pussy taste like pepsi cola’ blares from his phone. You lipsync the song causing Chris to smile before the audio ends.

“There now they know,” you grin, Chris taking his phone to caption it before posting.

‘She tastes better than pepsi 😛’

notes from me : ik this wasn't super specific if it was a request but it got me thinking! this is my first time writing anything in a very long time so please bare with me, im sorry if the spacing is wrong this was just a quick write for the request. thank you @oceanabyssal

Happy Valentines Day! 💋 - playboysturns

[thesleepyfable]

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Season 2 Part 19: ~

Day After Day:

As someone who has been in hospital for a week, I highly recommend not to do that. I bored myself to literal tears.

TW: Hospital. Hospital equipment.

Part 20:

As Innes stood in line at the ground floor cafe, Roy found himself in WHSmiths, looking for something to take back for Cait and Maidie. The problem was that there was almost too much to look at. First, he thought a key chain for them before thinking that wasn't good enough. A stationary set would be good before he remembered he got them a pair last year for their birthdays.

Eventually, the quest for something landed Roy in front of a shelf of diaries. His attention turned from the girls to himself. He took a plain black covered book and flipped through the pages. Enough lines between each day. An idea came to mind as he picked up two more diaries and a pen for himself.

If they were going to be here a while, then Roy, even if he knew his writing wasn't creative, wasn't going to just sit on his arse twiddling his thumbs all day.

Day 1: Visiting Hours was packed. Jennifer came to see Addair. Good weather. Addair stayed with Tommy all day. I don't think he's eaten. Slept in the corridors. Staff allowed it when they saw Rennick, who wanted a 'chat.' Jennifer left after an hour.

Day 2: Couldn't find Muir for twenty minutes. He slept on the roof. Police were called. They left as soon as they saw him. Caz and Innes laughed them out of the car park. Still don't know who called. Addair hasn't left Tommy's room. Still not eaten.

Day 3: Newspapers keep showing up. Everyone looks like they want to knock their teeth out. Even I do. Hospital staff refuse to let them inside and search for Addair. No one's talking to them. People keep coming up to us and asking if the 'infected' are real. Apparently, they're puppets until they get to touch them. Can't blame them. I would have, too, if I wasn't there.

Day 4: Addair's left Tommy's room. Nurses washed Tommy's hair today and changed his bedding. No one has figured out Trots is infected. He called Simon today. They clearly miss each other. Had to keep it discreet, though.

Day 5: It's not been good. Gibbo tried to give Addair food, but he couldn't keep it in. He finally snapped and cried for hours tonight round the back. I can still hear him now from the hallway. I think Gibbo is still with him. He needs to get away for a few hours. Gonna talk to Caz about it.

Day 6: We all went into London. Rennick told Addair that Tommy will still be here when we get back, awake or not. That convinced him. Got some good pictures in the usual sightseeing spots. We stayed clear of Queenie's home. Not gonna check if those rifles the guards carry are real or not.

Day 6's entry continued over two more dates.

More people came up to us, and others fled. Can't be surprised. I think the countryside really is best for the lads. The city is cramped when you're not in a park. Rennick and Trots finally had a McDonalds. The look on their faces said it all. Not impressed. Beginning to get paranoid. Who's a local, and who's the newspapers stalking us?

Had to go and get some more clothing. I offered to stay outside with Rennick, Muir, Gibbo, and Addair. Rennick looked at me like I shat in his sink and reminded me that he's not a child. Fair enough. Why are bell bottom jeans everywhere? Didn't take Innes to be a man who'd wear them.

Day 7: Jennifer came and sat with Addair until the staff had to politely remind her that visiting hour was over three hours ago. Addair didn't like that. No one would. I think the staff are warming up to us being here. They're starting to chat with us when they can. Everyone else made phone calls home. I shared Caz's time with Suze. I still don't know if my mum and sister want anything to do with me.

Day 8: Weather took a bad turn. Rained for hours. Stayed inside the cafe and got to know more of the long-term residents. One bloke has had his eye removed from a workplace accident. Showed me the hole and all. Somehow, that made me squirm over when I saw Trots last month.

Day 9: I had a nightmare where I was infected. I can't remember much, but, for some reason, I had turned into something. A crab? Only my face was infused to the back? I can't describe it, but it also felt like it was real. I thank God every day that I was able to be myself. I wonder if Addair worries what will happen when Tommy sees him.

Addair watched the sun set. A sense of melancholy that stained the air. It had slowly been creeping into his mind and seeping into reality, and he could feel a sense of never-ending dread. The nurse's words of hope were now starting to feel like a lie. Every day, the monitors beeped, yet nothing changed. It was exhausting.

'Do you remember when I dragged you to George's first cricket practice? He whacked the ball, and it hit you square in the face. Ended up falling off the brick wall. I don't think you spoke to George for weeks,' Addair weakly chuckled. 'Then you gave him your front tooth for his birthday as payback. Put it in his card. Mum grounded you for days and took you out of football, but you had no regrets. You never have.' He squeezed his son's hand. 'He misses you. We all miss you. And when you wake up, I'll put you right back into football. You'll like that, aye?'

Addair bit his lip before curling them in. He took a deep breath that became a shudder. His grip tightened, and his throat went dry. Lowering his head onto the bed, Addair closed his eyes but told himself not to fall asleep.

A twitch. A small twitch of the fingers, followed by movement under the eyelids, then a quickening of breath, and finally, a squeeze of the hand. Addair slowly looked up with a face that turned from confusion to shock. He thought he had imagined it until he felt another squeeze on his hand. The heart monitor grew louder. The ventilator quickened. A pair of blue eyes flickered to life, greeted by the blazing white lights above, making him wince. Their head turned, meeting Addair, who was frozen with a smile slowly forming on his face. There was no reaction to his appearance, just a whimper that couldn't form words, but if it did, it would say, 'Dad?'

Tommy was awake.

[glitteratti-moved]

sequence of events over past slightly over 24 hours

forgot my meds yesterday morning

ac is out at work

manager didn’t get groceries before coming in with the cakes we needed and has to run another errand so he asks me to go to the grocery store

didn’t give me enough money so i have to walk back to the restaurant through the parking lot that smells like literal shit to get $20

don’t have a cart to carry the groceries + the grocery store carts have a gps and lock up when they leave the parking lot

have to make 2 more trips just to carry all the groceries. in the hot humid weather and walking through the parking lot that smells like literal shit

supposed to only be working in the morning as barista but my coworker has food poisoning and asks me to cover her double shift

have to barista AND host

as soon as she leaves we get slammed

ac is still fucking out but at least the repair guy is here (around 11am)

have not eaten all day but somebody forgot their onion rings so i scarf down their room temp greasy as fuck onion rings. feel even worse from all the grease

finally go on break right when customers sit down at the only booth that’s cool enough to sit at. that i wanted to sit at. whatever i’ll sit outside

the fancy restaurant next to where i decide to sit opens and starts playing loud music so i have to move to a spot with no shade. + my uniform is all black and all the benches are covered in pollen

only book i have is the autobiography of red which makes me want to cry every time i read it

ac repair guy is still there. no sign of the ac being fixed

finally make it through my closing shift. ac is maybe fixed. about 9 hours after the guy got there and right when we’re closing

i forgot to order fries with my dinner and almost start crying but kitchen is niceys and gives me the fries they were making for another order so i don’t have to wait :’)

get home. eat my fried greasy food which shockingly once again makes me feel like shit

entire day my hair was greasy as fuck and i can’t even use my own hair products to wash it because i am still house/petsitting. have to use whatever is in the bathroom here

so exhausted at bedtime that i forget to put music on and braid my damp hair so it ends up drying all weird

wake up at like 5am all sweaty and overheated despite setting the ac at 68°

finally go back to sleep only to be woken up by the dog barking. go downstairs to feed her and she shat in the house

[caesarinsalata]

*Ahem*

Uh... So....how about a Part 2?

(I literally accidentally just shat out the next part in the same day 🤣💦)

PART 2

A few days later

“He should be awake by now…”

“Just give him time. Losing a limb is a lot of stress for a small kid.”

“We could only do so much using alchemy, so we'll just have to see when he wakes up.”

“I think I saw him move!”

Edward’s body was so heavy like something was sitting on his chest. His eyes fluttered open as he groaned and made an attempt at sitting up.

“Ed don't move!”

Too late. The moment his muscles strained against his weight, a shockwave of sharp stabbing quickly struck from his stump up through his hip. A yelp caught in his throat as his upper body slammed back down onto the mattress.

“He's going to need more herbs… go transmute some more numbing agent.”

His breathing was shaky. Before he could reach for his wrapped limb, someone grabbed his wrist to stop him. Another stab of pain followed by a deep pulsing sensation assaulted him before he could look to see who it was.

“Who-?”

“You mustn't touch it.”

“Wha-?” Opting to attempt just lifting his head this time, Ed craned his neck to look down at his lower half.

“My….my leg…”. A hitched hiccuping sound came out of Ed's mouth as his eyes grew wide again. He thought it was all a sick trick of the mind or nightmare of some kind. This can't be real! It's gone! Where is it??

“Where is my leg?!” Whipping his head back, Ed shouted and threw a tantrum, the pain getting unbearable as he tossed his limbs around. Blood seeping through the dressings.

“Edward! Ed, stop! You're hurting yourself!”

“Give it back, damn it! My leg! Where is it?!”

Everyone in the room had to hold him down. Unfortunately someone had to put pressure on his upper thigh to stop the wounded limb from being damaged further. The pressure shot another, more intense, bold of pain through him and he wailed.

Shortly after he ran out of air to scream with, the pain became too much and he passed out again. Everyone sighed.

“It's better if he stays asleep for now…”

“I've got the medicine!”

“Hurry and bring it over, we might have to reseal his wound. He threw a fit and about gave himself a head injury.”

Inspecting and redressing his stump, they gave him the numbing agent that should also help with keeping him asleep for a few more hours.

“Why can't we see him!”

“Kids, please, I know it may seem unfair, but he needs to rest. Any more stress and it'll never heal.”

“But brother is all alone in there! He needs someone there when he wakes up!”

“The alchemists that specialize in healing abilities are doing what they can. You have to be patient. You'll just be in the way. I'm sorry…”

Hohenheim was doing everything in his power to keep Al and Winry from barging into Ed's room. It was the boys’ room, but they needed a solitary area for Ed's recovery. Al was moved into Winry's room, when she visited, mainly for moral support.

The kids pouted and were about to cry for the fifth time today and that wasn’t counting the amount of fluids they collectively lost on the day of the incident.

They didn't know what to make of the sounds heard from the throne room. First it was just yelling. The most jarring part of the whole thing was a moment of silence then all they could hear was the scream of pure agony bouncing off the stone walls. Before they could escape the library/play room to even see what it was, Trisha, Ed and Al’s mother, came running in to check on them, not knowing where the scream was coming from.

She had held them as they all shook at the sound of what they believed was Hohenheim letting out a cry and then running by the archway. The curtain in the doorway fluttered at his speed and all the three of them could see was an adult man carrying someone and nothing but blood following after him. An unnerving copious amount of it. Al and Winry didn't register who or what it was until Trisha gasped. In that split second, she could make out an unconscious Ed in Hohenheim's arms.

“Edward…?”

Then it began to make sense to them. Who else could that scream have come from? And Hohenheim looking out of his mind and frantic only meant one thing. Edward was hurt. Bad. Trisha didn't want the kids to see anything so she held onto them as she closed her eyes. Al and Winry couldn't help but stare at the stream of blood creeping in from under the curtain between the stone floor seams.

Needless to say, everyone was traumatized that day, but they didn't appreciate not being able to see Ed to make sure he was actually alive. The only thing they could go on was the kicking and screaming from Ed's room a minute ago. But it was quiet now.

“I hope my brother is okay…”

“He'll be okay, Al… He's too stubborn to die.”

They both looked at each other ready to cry again.

[zyafics]

ZYA this is so unrelated to everything but I just need to yap….

So yesterday I was taking a 3 hour bus ride to get back to my uni city and I ended up sitting next to a guy I saw in line who was soooo cute (and def goes to my university) and I was planning on making conversation but earlier that day a friend asked me to find out why my bsf wasn’t speaking to him and right as I’m on the bus she starts sending me voice msgs abt what went down and I’m not exaggerating when I say that in total it must’ve been like 2 hours worth of voice messages, so for the better part of the ride I was just listening and texting her my thoughts and I guess I completely forgot there was a cutiepatootie sitting next to me bc when I took my headphones off for a break he looks over at me and smiles and says “my headphones are dead, can I listen to ur friends podcast too” and I’m like 😮 and I was just caught off guard so I just go like oh.. lolz… ha ha… and I’m like well she’s speaking Spanish but we can listen to music if you want 🤓☝️ (he’s white so I assumed he wouldn’t understand lmao) and he’s like yeah I want 😏 HELLLOOOOOO I ALMOST SHAT MY PANTS

Now the embarrassing part. I dozed off leaning on him and woke up slightly drooling when we’re liek 10 minutes away from the station and he goes “did u know u snore” I almost died but i just go “yeah and what abt it 🤨” and he laughs and goes “nothing nothing 🙂‍↕️ u can go back to sleep if u want” and pats his shoulder so like I DID but when we arrived I got so excited to see my friend that was picking me up so I kinda ran out of there (also hit my head on the bus when I was tryna get my suitcase out of the bottom compartment) AND DIDNT REALIZE UNTIL I WAS IN THE CAR THAT I DIDNT SAY BYE OR GET HIS NAME OR HIS SOCIALS OR ANYTHINGGGG

I’m literally devastated. I’m never gonna see him again 💔🙁

Sorry about the long ask btw 😣 just wanted to share with the class 🙏

NOOOO THIS WAS UR MEET CUTE NO FUCKING WAYY 😭😭😭 IF HE GOES TO YOUR UNI CANT U FIND HIM???

im actually in shambles for u rn 😭

[wjehfshs]

141 characters as FNAF night guards + what game they belong to bc I can

FNAF stuff, spoilers for the FNAF lore?

Gaz

Sister location

Almost shat himself when he saw that Circus baby wasn’t in her correct spot

Has literal tears in his eyes every time he has to go check up on Funtime Freddy

But loves Bon Bon

Didn’t sleep for a week after he had that first interaction with a bidybab

Only thing stopping him from crying in the spring lock suit was knowing he wouldn’t survive if he even just sweat a little

After Ennard fucked off out of his body he had a break down in the mirror

Not because he was a walking corpse or anything but because he didn’t look as good when he was alive (or at least that’s what he believed)

Ghost

FNAF 4 (cuz yknow, childhood trauma)

Except he’s an adult in this

Don’t ask why or how it works just go with it

Calm on the outside but once the sun comes up he gets in the shower and just stares at the water for 3 hours, contemplating his life and what it’s become

Very skilled at knowing where everyone is

Always struggles to fit under the bed

Once it’s all over it looks like he put black eyeshadow all over his eyes due to his lack of sleep

Now has a new fear of bears he didn’t have before

Soap

FNAF 2

Cried his first shift

Actually no scratch that, he cried every shift

Only reason he kept going was because it was the only job he could get

Had a crush on Toy Chica until she took her beak off

Now he’s scared shitless of her

Likes balloon boy even though he’s a little shit

At first genuinely believed he had too much Za when he saw the animatronics move

Least favourite is definitely Withered Chica

She haunts his dreams fr

So sad she ended up withered because she used to be his fav

At some point debated just going into work with torches strapped all over his body with a Tupperware container filled to the brim of batteries

Decided not to because he couldn’t afford it and it would be uncomfortable

Price

FNAF 3

At first thought it was a prank by his co-workers

When he realised he was in actual danger, all he could say was “well fuck”

Every time an animatronic apart from spring trap jump scares him he swears he goes more blind

“Bloody fuckin hell! I’d rather have my eyes strapped open while a flash bang goes off”

Smokes 5X more cigars than usual to help with the stress

“Laswell I’m tellin you! These fuckin robots are out for my ass! There’s this giant fuckin rabbit that looks like it ate a grenade about to go off!!”

Burns the place down and goes home and collapses for the first time in a week

[ursbearhug]

'Stop making a game you want and start making a game players want'. ?????

Hey champ, maybe the 40 hours of your work is getting to you and started to sizzle neurolines or something, but that's not how it works.

Like, first and foremost, how about you recognise you willingly and eagerly paid for early access to a game, instead of, waiting for final product that will be free and you can check it out yourself and drop it no strings attached at any time? Nobody put a gun to your head and forced you to purchase unfinished product that have been loudly advertised as something you KNOW you will not enjoy. Like, point fingers all you want but at some point, there is the cold realisation that, you're simply being bitten in the ass by the consequences of your own actions and you can blame only yourself.

I know gamers have hard time conceptualising the idea that some things are simply not for them and they don't have to be catered to specifically. This was like the outrage of having top surgery scars in game or picking your pronouns in character creation. Pal, nobody is telling you to pick pronouns, just leave (reacted) be. Don't want top scars? Don't pick them. It's really that simple. You're not being inconvenienced by others having a choice too, you're simply being an overgrown child having temper tantrum because things are not being made for you and only you, and I hate to be a dick but; egocentrism is something you're meant to outgrow by the age of like 12 or something.

If games were to be made for the players specifically and only, games would hardly be made because there is hundreds of entitled little dicks like you and it's physically impossible to please all of you at the same time. Y'all act as if somebody else having a cake means you have less cake yourself, so it's a tall task to create a game catering specifically to XYZ because eventually all of you will have a melt down over something. Somebody has a vision for a game, they made it, it speaks to you or it doesn't, things get change accordingly after. I cannot stress this enough, but, early access is bad and it is meant to be bad in places. Performance issuses? Hardly surprising, they work on a prototype. Things feel bad to play? Expected, there is ALWAYS place for improvement. One doesn't simply shat gold from the get go. Imagine going to a painter and going irate because the painting you paid for isn't finished yet as he's priming the walls.

Also you act as if you're legally and physically forbidden from playing your favourite games instead. You can just click on it and play away, they're not gonna put you in jail for it. It's the same as people during the release of Hogwarts Legacy. You can play the game just fine, literally no legal or other consequences will come for you, it's just that some people will actively shun you for being bigot supporting piece of shit. 'But it's not getting updated!'. Maybe if you remembered that in the past games got released once and it was all done and dusted, you'd be more cognisant. Are you aware how many people play games released 20 or 30 years ago, maybe even older? Imagine rolling into pokemon emerald and being upset that movesets haven't been updated, it's been 2 decades!! How DARE they NOT update game released 20 years ago on a hand held console with no feasible connection to the Internet! What barbarity is this?! You're given a choice and it's clear you have never read anything of Sarah J Maas or you'd know that Rhysand given women a choice and that's the peak of human development. You have an ability to play whatever you want and you're choosing to play something that does nothing but upsets your extremely delicate sensibilities. Don't like it? Don't play it, it really is that easy. Play whatever makes you happy.

And this one bias is also seriously irking me. 'Well we work 40 hours a week and we don't want to play a slug afterwards'. Oh, so you're speaking for all the workers now, are you? Are you sure that under the 'we' there isn't hidden 'Me, myself and I'? Because sure, I can imagine that most players want to just click one button and see the screen explode, however going back to previous point, maybe don't play a game that was advertised as slow pace where you have to use brain sometimes too. Nobody forces you to. You have the previous iteration that allows you to have completely braindead and really fast paced experience that you desire. Maybe it's not the problem of 'stop making game you want' and instead 'start making a game *I* want', and saying that would be vastly more honest. Again, some things are not meant for you and you have to be okay with that. Pup play is not for me and slave roleplay is putting me off severely, but, I do the magic thing of 'minding my own business' and just doing the things that I like and not making my discomfort everybody else's problem. 'Boohoo, I'm not being prioritised and catered to! Sobbing crying wailing throwing up'. Grow up.

Also as a side note, some of these hoes pretend that they don't have the face rolling option available; even though they very much do, just because others have the option to have slow methodical approach too, and that's hilarious. Seriously, Gods forbid that someone else has a choice. 'But what about me'ism is seriously like a plague, go see a therapist.

But thing that pisses me the most is that the critism isn't constructive. It's not 'well X feels bad you could do Y or maybe try Z', and there are semblance of genuine and constructive criticism there. It is possible to not like something and critise it in ways that are comprehensive and verbal. Heck, I don't like some of those things too, but, I can voice my displeasure in other ways that isn't just wailing like it's phantom at the opera wannabe casting. No, it's 'wee, this doesn't pilot like the previous game that I perceive exclusively through extremely THICC rose tinted glasses of nostalgia, recall bad product, git gut scrub'. Maybe if you spent a millisecond paying attention in your english class (though I hate to call it that, some people are not, in fact, americans or bri'ish), you'd have basic tools and comprehension of how to criticise things in ways that don't involve stomping ground and acting as a vicitm of hate crime. The crime? Striking soft spot of 50 years old guy with stunted development. Grow the fuck up.

[bearboiferer69]

My father is a lecho fanatic

Be me, Anon lvl 28. Since I remember my father was a lecho fanatic. Since I fucking remember he only made lecho. It started innocent, somewhere during the communist occupation him, my mother and my older brother went to Hungary. He liked it so fucking much that he stole the whole fucking pot from the local Gordon Ramsay and shoved it into his shitty car with mom and my brother and fucking drove away. To this day mom talks about how he ate bowl after bowl with a retarted smile on his face until he was shitting pure liquid. The peak of fucking communism, no fucking gas station anywhere and every now and then he stopped the car and shat orange unto the bushes. But he kept fucking devouring with no end in sight until they ran out. He threw out that pot and said "Honey, tomorrow we're making lecho for dinner!". Mom has panic in her eyes, brother started crying. After returning home he went to the market looking for bell peppers. Motherfucker bought around 30 Kilo, dragged along the cauldron near some glass jars and put it on the gas stove. Oh, how fucking furious he was, as we had a renovation in he apartment building! He ran to the technicians and started fucking beating them with his ladle until the cops locked him up for 24 hours. Nowadays he keeps fucking yapping about how he suffered under communism for this country's freedom. Bullshit. He was suffering because of lecho.

Motherfucker can stay in the kitchen for 4 hours and send me twice a day to get bell peppers from the shop, because he himself is banned. As soon as she sees me, the lady behind the counter, without a word, gets a whole fucking bag of bell peppers from the back of the store. Now drag this like a moron up to the 3rd floor with no elevator. I once wanted to take a bath, and I fucking couldn't because "Not fucking now, the bell peppers are in there!". Fucking hell, I can't even take a bath in my own house! Motherfucker will stand over the pot and talk to himself "ooh I'd love to eat some lecho rn". He can fill up the whole fucking freezer with this shit. When I was a kid, on Easter he told us to look for gifts from the Easter Bunny near the apartment building, and what did I fucking find under a bush? A jar of fucking lecho! Great fucking gift. I'm not even gonna mention how the jar was warm and that old fuck stole it from me and fucking devoured it for breakfast. Besides, he doesn't eat anything else. One time I wanted to eat some ice cream. Of course dad had to help me with that and made fucking lecho ice cream! Fucking imagine that, lecho on a fucking stick! Once he added way too much salt and pepper because the whole container fell into the pot. And he fucking ate it like that. 15 litters in two days, can you imagine that?! He ate and shat lecho. My brother told him to install a pipe from his ass to his mouth, because he got fucking mad. Dad beat him with a bag of bell peppers, and then lamented that he wasted 20 kilo on him! Christmas, Holidays, funeral wakes, he only ate fucking lecho for dinner! We don't have any guests over anymore, because who's gonna eat lecho while drinking vodka. One time on a trip to Cracow I wanted to go to a McDonalds, he replied that "you're not gonna eat that fucking kemichal slop, daddy made some good food" and takes out a military thermal cup in the middle of the city square. Thankfully mom had 2 loafs of bread for this occasion. I feel ashamed before my peers because when they were sending me off to Biskupin for a trip, dad brought a barrel full of fucking lecho! "Eat some, you're gonna walk for the whole day!" He's able to put a whole fucking pig into it instead of just sausage. Because it's apparently cheaper. He bought an electric cauldron with 500 liters of capacity and put it in the building's dryer room. The block's administration started ignoring the neighbours' pleads for him to fucking throw it out of there. They gave up after the 70th complaint. He now orders bell peppers from a farm. In massive quantities. Mom's crying, because now we have no money for anything except lecho. So he came up with the idea of a bar, where he will only serve lecho. Dense, Diluted, any way you can fucking imagine!

Whenever he could, dad tried to get money for his new investment. After visiting a few banks, where, by the way, they told him he's a fucking lobotomite, he sat furious for a week, scheming. He schemed so fucking hard, that on saturday, at 4AM, he left the occupied drying room, screaming something about Hungary. After half a year they cut off electricity in the drying room, so he would only sit there and hug the cauldron. He went back to cooking home, driving the gas bill through the fucking roof. He kept crying over how everyone at the administration doesn't understand anything and only take rent. Overall those fucks could've left his electricity on, because now the whole flat fucking reeks again. He came back home with fury in his eyes, saying how those whores didn't want to sell him a ticket for a polish bus with luggage in the form of a 500 liter cauldron! Finally he bargained out a bus from an uncle who worked construction, which he will use to go to Hungary. He kept fucking yapping about his grand vision, all day chopping up the fucking peppers in the bathroom, taking turns standing over the pots in the kitchen. He would swing that shit around like he was on fucking speed! His eyes were even fucking glowing.

Next day uncle drove up, and this fuck told him to put that fucking cauldron in the baggage. They got really mad at each other, because he also wanted to get some money for gas. Truly polish. They started fucking fighting in that dryer room, so much that mom had to separate them. Old fuck got a bruised eye and kept lamenting. Uncle took his bus and that's the last we've seen of him. He's on terrible terms with my dad. I can't blame him to be honest. He ate a whole fucking cauldron to calm down, of course unstirred lecho, which managed to burn at the bottom. He kept fucking screaming at us how it's our fault that we didn't keep an eye on it. I don't give a shit.

This time he tried his luck with his buddy from work, but he only had a passenger car. Father complained like a motherfucker, but whatever, he loaded 15 fucking liters onto the car and off they went. We had 5 days of peace at home. He came back driving next to the house in some truck with some equipment and screamed "Honey, I'm leaving work! I found a fucking investor in Hungary!". This was way too fucking much. Out of the truck came some dude in my dad's age and started talking some bullshit about byshy ryshy kyshe lecho eshgdar. I had no fucking clue what he was talking about. Dad didn't either, but he was happy like a child. Apparently when he was away he molested some translator, who had enough of him and agreed to translate a business proposition.

After a week of cooking and devouring lecho in ungodly amounts they bought some crackhouse in the outskirts of the city to renovate it. That old fuck was excited to the max and literally orgasmed at the thought of making money from lecho. I don't give a fuck, I hope he does well. I had enough of this shit already, so I decided to move out. Mom is fucking furious at me, father even more, since who's gonna fucking help him. I told him to fuck off and to hire someone. After the renovation they started their business. At the beginning he kept abusing his electric cauldron and selling everything but he wasn't cooking fast enough. He was so incredibly pissed that he had to hire someone to help. That poor man didn't know what he signed up for. Everything he did was fucking wrong, because he made the fucking lecho wrong, because he did it in a diffrent way, because he's gonna fucking lose it. In the meantime I moved away 50km away from home. But sadly, it's not the end of the adventure.

It's been a couple of weeks since I was home. I call mom everyday, she's not that pissed anymore since dad isn't home for days and his business is bringing in some money. She told me abou how he apearantly went insane because people are eating lecho like crazy and he's gonna build a fucking factory alongside this Hungarian. God damn, good for him. Maybe it's for the better.

No it fucking wasn't. He got so unreasonable that he decided to get himself the biggest fucking cauldron in the whole fucking world. Insanely fucking big. I had no idea what that would look like. The dude my father hired at the beginning even got a higher position. Even tough he's the CEO, my dad does everything himself, becase he gets fucking furious when he sees how they mismanage his lecho. Mom called me and told me that dad is trying to secure funding . Turns out he secured a fucking beating. Turns out even the marshall wanted to sue him, because of how insane he was when submitting the application. Fucker wanted funding for innovation, they laughed him off and told him that lecho isn't innovation and told him to fuck off. Like, in a nutshell. I heard that he got insanely mad because he lost his chance at money. But it wasn't all so bad, as he secured a contract for lecho with Biedronka (european chain store). Now besides this enourmous fucking cauldron he will also have a whole array of freezers. When the Hungarian heard the news he was jacking off for a week, taking turns with the secretary. I mean, she jacked him off, not him her.

I said 'fuck it' and decided to go see what's going on with my father. I'm driving on the express road and suddenly I see a collosal fucking factory from 10 km away. I thought "oh you old fucker, you sly dog". Imagine a pressure cooker the size of the fucking Culture Palace. And on it, a giant fucking neon sign, proclaiming 'LECHO!'. Motherfucker now orders peppers and tomatoes in wagons. He hires like 500 people, but "they don't know anything about lecho, I need to watch over everything myself". I drive up to the factory, he comes out saying "see sonny, you should've stayed here and helped me, you would've been a supervisor". We enter a really fancy office, and I can't fucking believe my eyes. A pool full of lecho! A whole fucking olympian swimming pool full of fucking lecho! Old fuck takes off all his clothes and jumps into this fucking pool. What the fuck is going on here?! I'm leaving, I can't take this anymore. On the way out I trip on some scared technician's foot. He's screaming "Boss, the pressure lock got fucked, everything's about to blow up!". I turn around and I see terrified dad with his junk out, looking at the newly formed cracks on the biggest lecho cauldron in the wold. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!". He didn't even get a chance to finish, when all the lecho started flooding the town as if Johnny from Brazzers came through that crack. They even talked about it on national television. A whole city flooded in lecho!

Dad got such a trauma that I kinda felt bad for him. All he did was reheat the lecho from the freezer and eat it, he didn't say a word to anyone. He fucking devoured lecho and stayed silent. Oh no, sorry, he got diarrhea, but even on the toilet while shitting only lecho came out. He only complained in his sleep about some motherfucker named Zenek who sabotaged his factory out of envy. Until that day came. And I foolishly hoped that it would never come. He woke up screaming "I GOT IT!".

"I KNOW, I FUCKING GOT IT!". At that moment all of my optimism burst like a grown, mature cyst. Why the fuck did I decide to move back in? Dad got dressed up and, to everyone's suprise, didn't swallow a jar of lecho for breakfast, he just flung out th front door even faster then when he was going to Hungary. I tought "what the fuck did he come up with this time? He got enough insurance money to sit on his ass all day and not move an inch". But not my father. He came back in the afternoon. Red like a motherfucker and gasping as if he had a heart attack. I expected another bag of peppers, but I was sadly mistaken. He got a satchel weighing like 50 kilo, some bags full of clothes. You won't guess what this old retard came up with. You won't fucking guess.

I wouldn't have guessed either. Until he sadly enlightened me. "Anon, remember that neighbour who kept going to shamans? The one downstairs?". I wasn't sure where he was going with this. "Yeah I do, but what about her?". Oh how I fucking regret asking..."Because they LECHO cancer! And they healed her!" (Lecho sounds like polish word 'heal' or 'cure'). Oh my fucking God. He throws the open bag onto the glass table, out of which medical insruments spill out. The bag is heavy like a motherfucker, the table breaks, mom screams at dad, dad screams back that nothing happened and that he'll buy a new one, some dog in the corridor (since when do we have a dog?!) wans to take a shit cuz dad only feeds him lecho and has the same medical maladies as him. A fucking crawling circus. Yes, you guessed correctly. He wants to cure cancer with LECHO! I'm at my fucking limit. He called the uncle from construction, but when the call connected, I only heard a collection of the finest insults directed at my father. "Fuck him". He retaliated. He went to the post office to put up an ad to the newspaper. A couple of days later he found a new place with a giant fucking neon (yes, the one leftover from the factory)- here we LECHO cancer. He even recorded an ad with his phone, which he sent to our cable tv: a woman walks on the street and asks a bystander "where do they LECHO cancer?", and then my dad in a white lab coat jumps out screaming "HERE THEY LECHO!" and adress. I felt nothing but shame. I can't show my face in town. Patients are going in like crazy. As you can probabbly imagine, they don't cure cancer. Afer half a year my dad got found out by the government for not having a right to be a doctor. And it all went to shit. They gave him a year with possible parole, luckily he paid off with the insurance money from the factory. Now he fucking cries about how you can't do anything in this country. You had a great fucking idea you old moron. He was so furious he started eating and shiting lecho again. Until one day he brought home some newspapers: Polish Fisherman, Fisherman's World and Super Carp. And so it began...

[kleinerkiwi]

I‘ll share some life advice when it comes to dealing with a mouse infestation (because I had no idea that I would ever have to deal with something like that yet I have spend the last two days doing nothing but clearing up my mice infested basement). I am not a hoarder, everything was literally fine two weeks ago. Mice can destroy your life pretty fast.

Step 1: Find your basement stinking of mice shit and piss, see your belongings being lived in by mice. Call your mum and cry. Realise that she lives six hours away from you and can’t come over to help you. She can, however, give you instructions on how to get rid of the mice and follow them.

Step 2: go shopping and get: a bucket, disinfectant cleaner, vinegar, cloths for cleaning, a small brush, the biggest trash bags you can find, gloves and a FFP2 face mask (mouse shit can carry very harmful bacteria and viruses)

Step 3: get rid of the mice. I caught mine in a cardboard box and freed them outside. They can return, so put out traps and check on them regularly.

Step 4: the cleaning. Spray down everything with the disinfectant spray, so none of the shit particles fly around in the air. Get everything out of the room. Anything that was lived in by the mice goes in the bin. Any textiles go anyways (bye my guest bedding). Anything that was severely shat and pissed on goes away too (bye sleeping bag and camping chair. At least my tent and camping mattress were fine. My camping backpack was pissed on quite a lot but was fine on the inside. It was so expensive and I love it. I am disinfecting it for the third time because I need to keep it!). Brush all the shit together with the brush and put it into the trash bag. Put Hot water with disinfectant into the bucket and just clean the whole floor. Let it dry, clean the stuff that you will keep thoroughly too. Then go over the floor again and let it dry. Sprinkle vinegar on the floor because mice apparently hate the smell of vinegar.

Step 5: mice are not welcome anymore. Check every place the mice could have entered the basement and block the way. Leave no food or trash out and discard anything that could provide shelter for the mice. Through away the trash bags with the mice shit straight away. Throw away the bucket, your shoes and all cleaning supplies used in the clean up. Wash your hands thoroughly, take a shower and wash your hair. The clothes you were wearing go into the washing. Pray that you were not infected with anything the day before when you were throwing away stuff without wearing a mask. Check for the return of the mice every day.

[ineffectualdemon]

What makes labour traumatic (or anything traumatic) depends on the person

I was in labour for like 4 hours max? I gave birth in 20 minutes after I got to the hospital

And in a lot of ways that's good because long drawn out labour is a lot and very hard on a lot of people and a lot of people have trauma from extended and difficult labours

But on the flip side my body didn't have time to stretch as it needed to and I tore a LOT

I lost 500ml of blood

And I actually think that would have been fine except 2 things

1. I did not know until about a year after my kid was born that if you lose a lot of blood you will struggle to produce breast milk because your body has to make a choice between making milk or blood. I had blamed myself for not being able to breastfeed and was shamed hard for it by a lot of people and that fucked me up

2. I am autistic. I had been told repeatedly to expect a long labour. I was not mentally prepared for the speed my kid came along and that also very very upset me and made the experience more traumatic for me

So I was left with a lot of trauma after the birth

Also on forgetting the pain what a lot of people don't know is the moment the baby is shat out you get a HUGE burst of endorphins which is literally the most intense feeling of joy and love I have ever felt

I can only imagine that being really fucking high can feel like that

I tore super badly in both directions up and down and did not feel it happen because that's when my kid was born

I had no pain relief during labour btw because there was not time for it

By the time the high from giving birth started to go down they had me on gas and air and i was stitched up and had my baby in my arms and the room looked like a scene from a slasher movie

Giving birth is messy and scary and confusing and dangerous and there are reasons why people do it repeatedly. I think I knew deep down right after I would not be doing it again it I can see why others would

But in the wrong situation I could have bled out and I am very aware of that

Birth is not a magical divine feminine thing. It a thing some bodies can do and it can produce another human which is cool but it also tries to kill you which sucks ass

losers in the notes of that post like “actually giving birth was perfectly great for me! I had a good time! it was effortless and I am the divine feminine! don’t let this post scare you!” you don’t get an award for not having birth complications and your individual experience shouldn’t be used as evidence that birth is not often traumatic

[biobliterator]

the saviours of solana!!

[thunderpetal]

Thank you for the tag Paloma <3

1 - How many works do you have on AO3? - 43

2 - Total AO3 word count - 309,725

3 - Top 5 fics by Kudos - Five Teaspoons (the Wild-centric oneshot I shat out in an hour 3 years ago), The Pink Heroes (fun Legend gender oneshot), Someday We'll Stand Here By The Sun (Lumity longfic), The Quiet Kitchen (prequel to the Lumity longfic), and Walking The Same Path (Wild and Wind gender oneshot)

4 - What fandoms do you write for? - Zelda and Revue Starlight. In the past, I was obviously big on TOH. Also dabbled in Spiderverse, Splatoon and TLT. I think that's it?

5 - Do you respond to comments? - Yes! Every one. Sometimes it takes me a while cause I get overwhelmed with happy emotion looking at em.

6 - Fic with the angstiest ending? - Hmm. First one that sprung to mind is Ten Weeks, cause it IS bittersweet. But my TLT and TOTK oneshots are also both just kinda Moments in Canon Where Everything Is Shit. Oh and my Gwen kills Peter oneshot falls under that too. That's probably the angstiest one.

7 - Fic with the happiest ending? - Hmm. All my fluff oneshots that are happily resolved and chill, I guess? Also, SWSHBTS does have a big sappy ending, even if the future is still uncertain for the characters of that fic.

8 - Do you get hate? - Nein.

9 - Do you write smut? - Yes, but any of it posted on AO3 is anonymous. That might change though, cause I have some cool longer fics I wanna write that will definitely have Plot Relevant Smut and I don't really wanna post those on anon, tbh. Plus, I literally recognise half the people who kudos my smut as my regular readers/commenters anyway, so I doubt anyone will be too outraged.

10 - Do you write crossovers? - No, and I proooobably never will.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen? - Nein.

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated? - Nein.

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic? - Not posted, but me and my friends Lumity fankids au was all cowritten, and we have some fun unposted bits from that.

14 - All time favorite ship? - God, don't ask me that. Probably Mayakuro, as they ARE the longest lasting (been invested since 2019). But also Lumity are pretty damn good.

15 - WIPS you want to finish but doubt you ever will - In terms of fics I've actually started? Probably the Hobie and Gwen Spiderverse series. I posted what was supposed to be the first fic in a series, and have never written any of the other fics. Probably never will. Then and again, wait till my Spiderverse interest gets revived in 2027 lmao

16 - Writing strengths - Definitely dialogue. I also think I've gotten better at streams of consciousness, capturing what different POVs sound like, recently.

17 - Writing weaknesses - Still description, setting, stuff like that... And I really do not write enough of it to practise cause fanfiction means you don't particularly have to.

18 - Thoughts on mixed language dialogue? - Er... its chill? Like, I had Luz and Camila use Spanish terms of endearment for one another I guess? But I don't really get why this is a question. Is this a point of fandom discourse I don't know about lmao

19 - First fandom you ever wrote for? - Zelda! First wrote for it in 2018, so I think it's pretty cool that I still am.

20 - Favorite fic you've ever written? - Goddd. Tough one. I absolutely adore Ten Weeks/Ten Thousand Km cause they're my current babies and I'm writing them cause they're the flavour of mykr I wanna see. But I also love my Wind and Wild gender series and I WILL finish it one day. And I remain very proud of SWSHBTS and how I was able to write and finish it when I was 16. Plus, that's probably the fic where the most people have told me it means a lot to them, so I love it for that.

Open tag!!

Thank you very kindly Zee (@zartophski) for the tag, even if it has forced me to acknowledge my un-updated AO3.

1 - How many works do you have on AO3? Uh, [checks notes] 11

2 - Total AO3 word count 57,860

3 - Top 5 fics by Kudos Thoughts Like These (Shocker) Beneath the Skin (Another shocker) Piece It All Together Where We Are (oops) Illuminate

4 - What fandoms do you write for? Linked Universe (a Legend of Zelda Links Meet AU), Legend of Zelda: Four Swords Adventures (Local manga idiot), Battlebots by technicality

5 - Do you respond to comments? Yes, frequently! I'm very busy right now in school and I also haven't posted anything fresh in forever and ever (these two things may be related) but I am usually quite good about answering and leaving comments!

6 - Fic with the angstiest ending? Well, Beneath the Skin isn't over yet, but it's not exactly great where it's been left. Alternatively, Illuminate, being a retelling of part of the FSA manga, ends right at the fight where Green dies, so, that qualifies I suppose

7 - Fic with the happiest ending? Uhhhhh Piece It All Together ends with cuddles?

8 - Do you get hate? No, I don't think so, that I can recall anyway!

9 - Do you write smut? Nope, but I'll defend until I die your right to do so! Hills and all that

10 - Do you write crossovers? The closest I get is crossing over settings or principles, I won't mix characters or plot.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nope!

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated? Also a nope!

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic? That Battlebots by technicality is doing some heavy lifting between myself and @helianruby

14 - All time favorite ship? Tails and- [murdered by Rav] More seriously, it has to be Vidow <3 Love them ridiculous 5-D chess-but-with-murder playing loons (Close second would be OoT Link and Malon or Time and Malon!)

15 - WIPS you want to finish but doubt you ever will Probbbbably Guardian Wars, the Battlebots spin, much as I love it Ruby and I are both Adult adults and it's actually quite a hard writing style for me to manage at points (not to mention the cast size)

16 - Writing strengths Dialogue. I'm so good at dialogue. Also at writing offhand one line emotional knives.

17 - Writing weaknesses Description has been my bane for many years and will continue for a long time yet, also the perpetual need to write in a non-creative voice for school and jobs

18 - Thoughts on mixed language dialogue? I don't know that I'm qualified to say anything on that one considering I'm a monolingual fuck and I do know the approximate "rules" of language writing in dialogue but. I mean. I'll mix in a fictional language? Idk

19 - First fandom you ever wrote for? It was LU, of course of course

20 - Favorite fic you've ever written? ;} (it was Beneath the Skin, although a certain NOT PUBLICLY REVEALED YET PROJECT could very well supplant it)

Lemme tag @a-little-bit-of-ravioli @aeghina @thunderpetal and @sunfloweraro but like. no pressure.

[zukuist]

stood you up [hcs]

“it sounds exactly as it looks like. they stood you up on a date, and they realize the damage.”

includes: todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, togata mirio (part one)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns used (quirk up to the imagination)

notes: ANGST 😳 IN MY BLOG?? never thought i’d see it but.. here we are. i plan on doing part 2 with other characters.

—

todoroki shouto

he wakes up on a saturday, as per usual.

and he’s kinda— no scratch that, he’s very irritated

because the other night— endeavor was bothering him about ‘not training properly’ and he was accusing him of slacking off.

which.. he’s not

his father also gave him a scolding (which lasted for hours.),

but nothing too bad. it was enough to make him irritated. so uh oh. todoroki’s really something else when he’s irritated.

and endeavor also blew up his phone with badly written text messages, telling him to train today.

so likely, he also woke up quite irritated.

he just wanted to drown himself in training and school work to forget about it.

completely forgetting the date HE said he’d take you on that afternoon, the date he planned a week before.

because he FINALLY got the courage to ask his crush aka you out. with the help of midoriya

like.. you pass him in the hallway— and before you were able to speak, he just kinda..

glared at you and walked away, not exchanging any words with you. he really needs to cool down

which was.. huh. 🤨 okay then. but you excused it because todoroki had a resting bitch face at some moments

it’s 5pm now, and he’s chilling in the common room— and he finally calmed down, and he’s back to his usual demeanor

midoriya walks in the common room, and he’s like “hey todoroki! how was the date with y/n?”

because midoriya helped orchestrate the date, he wanted to know

todoroki’s just like “fuck.” he forgot, and he also may have glared at you by accident.

realization is shown on his face, and midoriya is left apalled— begging him to “go find y/n quick!”

todoroki literally goes 🏃‍♂️💨 to the meeting place, which was the park in this case

and he can’t find you— so he scans the entire vicinity, and he can see you walking back to the dorm in a distance

immediately, he runs after you— calling for you to just wait and hear him out but you don’t turn back,

because you just want to lay in bed and sleep for 5 days

and besides.. he’s the last person you wanted to see right now

he grabs you, which makes him stop in place— “y/n, please just—”

“oh what now, listen? you were the one that asked me out, todoroki. and you just..” bitterness is in your tone, and he can’t even be mad.

your voice falters, and you were mad at first. but you’re just exhausted at this point

you guys haven’t spoke all day

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” he apologizes, looking at your appearance.

you look beautiful, and he just wasted it by forgetting the occasion. he doesn’t want to imagine what you’ve felt in the last several hours

“my father scolded me last night,” he grips on your hands, brushing his thumb on the back of your hand,

“and it was for a long time. and i was just so frustrated by it, i even looked at you weirdly and forgot about the entire date i planned out for weeks. and i’m sorry. i understand if you don’t want to—”

“just stop, okay?” he looks up, and you don’t seem that mad anymore. “i understand. i just wished you told me about it, y’know?”

it doesn’t seem enough, so he pulls you into a hug, “i’m sorry. may i.. take you out again tomorrow? i promise i’ll make it right.”

you give him a chance, after all— you know he truly cares about you.

midoriya izuku

in this case, y’all are already together

but he wanted to take you out on a date— because you guys have been so busy, that you just had no time for any proper dates

so.. he wanted to take you out during the break, finally relieved by the hectic activities for a day.

out of everyone here, he’s the least likely to forget things like dates, anniversaries, etc.

but izuku being that person that’s always like “i have to keep training and training to master this quirk!”

he might have gotten.. overboard with the training. making him completely forget about the entire occassion.

during days like this, he’ll try to split his time by training for 2 hours and studying for the same amount

but homeboy got distracted 💀

too distracted to the point he didn’t even look at the clock once

and now it’s nearly 5pm (y’all were supposed to have lunch at 12)

when he heads out to go get a glass of water in the kitchen, he runs into bakugou on the way

bakugou looked displeased. and he hasn’t seen him look this displeased since middle school

“aren’t you forgetting something?” he says that in his usual tone, and izuku can only stare at him questioning

“your shitty thing with y/n. they walked in here looking like someone shat in their cereal.”

oh no

how could he.. forget?

izuku immediately storms off to your floor, knocking on your door

“y/n? y/n, can we please talk?” his heart is racing with worry, and he’s not even sure if you’re gonna answer the door

you begrudgingly open the door, but you’re not facing him— you’re still dressed in the clothes you wore going out

and it looks like you’ve been crying

“dear,” izuku wants to console you, but you don’t want to recieve his hugs right now— especially after he stood you up

“this is our only day off, izuku.” you try to make your voice sound normal, but it’s not really working

“i know, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry y/n. i forgot about the entire thing while i was training, and i know i made you feel bad. i’m just so sorry.” he apologizes to you over and over again

you don’t look at him, so he cups your face with his calloused hands—

his touch soft on you as he wipes your tears “please talk to me.”

you huff, “i know how much you want to train your quirk, and be the best at all times. i’m not mad that you want to do that, but i just wished you spent time with me, even if it’s just for a minute.”

izuku listens, and you’re right. you guys haven’t been the best with quality time,

and it wasn’t fair of him to just go out and suddenly forget the date he arranged.

“i’m sorry.”

“stop apologizing,” you sigh, “just bring some snacks so we can watch that movie you’ve been raving about.”

his expression lights up, and he dashes downstairs to retrieve the items

oh and.. how bakugou knows about y’all’s date? he totally suggested it

togata mirio

mirio has always been the best boyfriend for you

never forgetting anything, infact- he’s usually the one that’s always early to the dates

because he’s so excited to hang out with you!

but because of his quite friendly nature, he’s practically a chick magnet

girls swarming him whenever they could, doesn’t even matter that they don’t have to date him— they just want to talk to him

and while he’s nice to these girls, he’s not disloyal to you at all— and that’s why you don’t mind it,

because you trust him

okay but.. you don’t mind it when girls swarm your boyfriend, until it gets in the way

like.. one time he was supposed to be at a date with you— but he got surprised by a bunch of girls

and not wanting to be rude to them, he entertained them

and he considered cutting the conversation short but.. they just kept going and going

until he’s an hour late. y’all were supposed to get lunch together.

eventually, the girls go away— which so happened to be around the time tamaki and nejire started looking for him.

“mirio!” nejire called out for him, tamaki right next to her “how was the— wait, did you have lunch with y/n?”

mirio blinks, and that’s when he realizes that he messed up.

tamaki sighs, and he can only pat his shoulder— “mirio, i k-know you’re a nice guy, but don’t let yourself get distracted.”

nejire can only agree, “afterall, y/n’s the one you’re dating, not those other people.”

they urge him to go find you, and when he does find you— you’re sitting on a bench, not looking amused at all.

“hi mirio,” you deadpan, “how were those girls you were talking to?”

mirio knows he messed up, he really does! “i’m so sorry, y/n!” he tries to explain himself “they got me.. carried away.”

“mirio, i know that you’re nice. i let them talk to you because i trust you. but when you go out and do things like this.. it’s strange! really.”

you want to not be angry, since this was bound to happen— possibly the day where mirio just forgets about you entirely

“i’m really sorry.” he sighs, disappointed with himself, “i really love you, and i’ll only ever date you! but i should’ve dismissed them much earlier.”

your gaze softens, and you cup his cheek with your hand “it’s okay, mirio. i’ll let it be just this once, but please promise me that it won’t happen again.”

mirio nods “yes, yes! i promise. it’ll never happen again.” he smiles, reassuring you

“now let’s get something to eat. i haven’t eaten yet.”

“right, right.” mirio laughs, the tense atmosphere dissipating

mirio tries to be more direct with dismissing them from now on, especially when he has to be somewhere with you.

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©️izukulie 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not steal❕

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What are your thoughts on how Vanya and five are each other’s favorite but when he comes back she isn’t interested in talking to him or seeing him. Especially since she believes he is still 13. I know she has issues with her family ignoring her and she clings onto Leonard, but five never ignored her or was mean to her. She has no reason to not see him. it’s not her fault she started the apocalypse but she still doesn’t apologize to him for creating the hell he had to live in, in s2

Salty. I am INCREDIBLY salty.

I mean, i get where Vanya is coming from, with the isolation and getting shat on from her family, but s i s.

She straight up leaves right after the funeral, possibly without even saying goodbye, as if her best friend, who she was leaving the lights on for, didn’t just return after almost 2 decades of being missing. He tells her that she’s the only one he can trust. And Vanya is twice like “u sure it was real tho?” As if she didn’t see him fall down the blue portal with glimpses of boomer looking five, visibly shaken, in clothes that was like 5 sizes bigger than him. I mean, okay, you’re concerned for you brother’s mental health, that’s good, but how about you hold it till the end of the world is prevented. Even if it wasn’t true, it’s like a week. Don’t tell him that he’s pulling it out of his ass on his 4th hour of being back and then act shook when he’s like “well this was a mistake, thanks for the support, sis, just what i needed, see ya :| “

Literally the only time Five ignores her is in the flashback with the photo. He even glances at her, then is looking pretty guilty when Vanya is yelling at veggie.

When Five finds her in s2, there’s no fear, no hesitation, no anxiety. He’s talking to her as if she wasn’t the one who caused the apocalypse he had to live in for a lifetime. Hell, he even protects her from that fact.

And the stand-off; girl is in no position to try and make demands, trying to blame the one who in s2 is literally a kid to her. “You’re the reason we’re stuck here in the first place.” fills me with r a g e. Just. No. Sit down.

Ok. I get she doesn’t apologize before she gets her memories back. That’s understandable, she didn’t know. But after the FBI? ?? ? girl?????? What’s holding you back??????

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Revelation pt. 2

Daily Writing Challenge 2021 Day 17: Spellbinding/Disappointment

It took very little time before parts of his skin were burnt to an unnatural crisp. Terry knew a lot of injuries very well, burns among them; human flesh didn't do this when it was burnt. Not outside of an incinerator, anyway. He reflected that the Ember Ward might well qualify; the sheer intensity of the heat from the light might well just be that hot. But then he remembered that all he needed to do to counter the instant scorching was some clothes or one of those ridiculous parasols he'd seen, and that went out the window. Yep, just magic bullshit. He could sort out what it did, but he'd never be able to sort out why it worked.

He would have been content to hole up in one of the destroyed buildings, but they were, unsurprisingly, all claimed or constantly drawing in hopeful tenants. Terry was not up for that kind of fighting, not anymore. His body simply hurt too much, and he could feel himself moving slower and awkwardly to accommodate his wounds. He hadn't missed having a gun so badly in a very long time. None of these fancy morons had firearms, he would've been set for life. Or, well. Whatever this was. Unlife? Eternity? Whatever it was, it sucked. It sucked, and he was hungry.

And thirsty. He'd been offered tea by a particularly giggly venthyr with some insane hair and no shirt, but he wasn't about to trust that. He wouldn't have trusted that from a normal venthyr, he wasn't about to trust it from one that laughed that much. The guys with bags on their heads seemed safer, and following them had led him to insect hives that he'd been willing to risk. He couldn't identify them, they weren't tasty, and even a handful of them didn't amount to much, but Terry had very little left to lose. If he shat himself to death, he'd be very disappointed, but hey. At least he'd be done with this.

He hadn't been counting on hallucinating, though he probably should have. It was awfully mild, as bug-induced hallucinations went; just noises, a rising and falling ringing in the ear like he'd taken a blow to the head. Nothing visual, at least not that he'd been able to catch. It didn't interfere with his ability to move any more than he'd already been impaired, so he moved on, seeking more shelter. There was a temptation to either dig a hole and bury himself, or, more concerning and more powerful, to throw off the coat and just let the light take him. He ignored both of those with a quiet grumble of "Bugger tha'" and trudged on.

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Terry found himself wondering for the thousandth time how long he'd been doing something, in this case, walking. It was maddeningly dull: Find a shady place. Rest a minute. Look for another shady place close by. Check clothes for holes. Go to new shady place. Repeat. Sometimes he'd have to fight someone or something off; sometimes he simply had to run to a new spot on the fly, earning a new scorch in the process. And all the while, he wondered where he was going. It was hard to remember what his original plan had been; was that the fault of the heat, or was that just part of the torment of the Ember Ward?  

The damn ringing noise had only gotten louder as time went on, which just seemed unfair. It was really the only solid proof Terry had that time HAD gone on, though, aside from touching his face to check for stubble. For the thousandth time, he reached up to do so, but this time, he spat a curse and tried to scoot back before he realized how stupid that was; he couldn't distance himself from his own arm by backing away from it. The newest burn had left a nasty, rip-like line of blackened, papery skin on his forearm, but this time, he spotted the angular golden lines and circles emerging from it.

He hadn't seen those in quite a while, as he thought back on it. For a brief moment, he felt comforted by it, but he chased that thought away with a hard shake of his head. Just because it was familiar didn't mean it was good. It was still someone else's mark on him, a visible sign of interference in his life, of subverting his will, and dammit, now the ringing was even LOUDER.

embrace it

Oh good. It was a voice now. Terry covered his ears with both hands, knowing perfectly well it wouldn't accomplish anything but needing to do something. Defiance was rapidly becoming his only salvation. He had only survived as long as he had by refusing to die, refusing to be beaten. Shouting "No" to the universe was the mental equivalent of punching himself in the thigh to dull the pain of a bullet in the shoulder.

Heat surged against his face, and he forced his eyes open, worried that he'd accidentally put himself out in the light again. Instead, the light had come to him, coalescing slowly into a humanoid head and torso, though it lacked a face beyond a pair of white eyes nigh-indistinguishable from its glowing golden frame. Terry froze; it didn't, raising a hand toward the sky and drawing energy into its palm.

With an irritated, incredulous "Shit," Terry bolted.

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What had he done to this fucking thing to piss it off this much? Why wouldn't it give up? He'd already run so far, ducking under crags, diving behind walls, hiding under bridges, and even climbing a tree once. It had found him eventually every time (the tree was just idiotic desperation, really), announcing itself with a blast of light that rarely hit its mark, but was steadily burning away more and more precious cloth with each near miss. Terry was too slow for this, especially when every scrap mattered. If it weren't for the damned light he would have thrown the coat at the elemental and made a sprint for it ages ago. It felt like hours, it could've been minutes for all he knew.

His legs burned, his lungs burned, his whole body burned, literally in many places, but all he could do was run and hide. The stolen rapier had predictably snapped the first time he'd tried to use it and done nothing but earn him a direct blast to the chest for his troubles. Nobody he passed had any interest in lending him a hand. One of the little runty guys had yelled a request to keep his shoes when he died. In a better time and place, Terry might've shouted back an agreement, but he couldn't spare the energy.

let go

And that damned voice wouldn't shut up. Every time he narrowly avoided a beam, every time he caught a glimpse of his skin covered in glowing yellow circuitry, every time he had to flee, it chimed in. Almost literally, it was like a great bell by now, trying to rattle his brain and make everything even harder. Embrace it, let go, stay; it wanted him to burn, and he refused all the more. He'd rather have shat himself to death after eating demon bugs than choose oblivion willingly.

When a second elemental appeared, he realized he might not have to anyway. As ever, he clung to his defiance to find the energy to run, but he could feel himself running on fumes. He'd already been weak to begin with, and it had been a long, long chase. Even a madman spurred by sheer spite like him ran out eventually. Admitting it was the first step on the final decline, but he couldn't stop the thought from coming.

He was losing.

let it save you

He was tired. He was tired of running, tired of hurting, tired of fighting, tired of longing, tired of loneliness, tired of hunger, tired of nightmares, tired of fear, tired of suspicion, tired of dying... He was just so tired. He was tired of thinking, and thinking ahead, and overthinking, and re-thinking, and questioning thinking, and--

He caught himself losing track of the now, but it was too late. His ill-fitted boot caught on a rock, and Terry pitched forward, head over heels, feeling the coat tear away in great hunks. It took some skin with it before he could bring himself to a stop, narrowly avoiding rolling off the edge of a cliff.

He tasted blood. That, like the lines absolutely covering his body by now, was familiar, but it wasn't a good familiarity. An exhausted, distant part of his mind that had already thrown in the towel was kind of impressed he could still bleed. As more of his flesh burned, the handful of elementals converged on him, and he looked back over his shoulder. It was a long way down, enough that the bottom blurred into an indecipherable grey mass. He'd probably die if he jumped. But maybe he wouldn't?

He was definitely going to die if he didn't. If the sky didn't do it, the elementals would. They were gathering energy in unison like a creepy glowing firing squad, and they stared straight through him while they did it.

But in that moment where he tensed his legs in preparation to launch into the unknown, he hesitated. The bell sounded again, thundering loud enough that his ears bled and he nearly fell ass-first off the edge anyway.

a leap of faith

A dry, crackling wheeze of laughter escaped him. With one last look at the firing squad as they brought down their hands, Terry tore off the last tatters of the coat and fell backward into the abyss.

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