#maybe i will try to do somthing better after

[highladydeath]

Work Song

I was not going to write this, but hell, I just saw a a video of the lyrics and with everything that happens well... Guess it was stronger than me. It always is.

A reminder that English is not my first language.

"heavens and hell were words to me. When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold hard earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her."

Spoilers of manga ahead.

No one could listen to anything. It was a dead silence to him, at least.

His body was hurting and his head not working right, but the only thing he was noticing was how something was missing. Something wasn't there, and it should have been. Something was wrong.

He has to go back to her.

At first no one noticed. The kids, happy that they survived, grieved the dead, cried for them, laughed and then resumed their lives. Some of them visited Shoko at the morgue, others went out of school completely. But the only important thing was how they were alive.

Shoko, Utahime and Ijich were the only adults alive. Shoko was the only one left behind. Ijichi tried. He would come everyday, ask her to drink, and the doctor would only smile and say she had so much work to do.

Utahime would show up unannounced and bring her to do something, and at first Shoko would do, for some minutes before taking her things and going back to her house.

Her house. Gojo's house.

No one speaks about how his body just wasn't there to be cremated, no one told a thing about how Shoko was living in his apartment. No one knew what to say.

The kids sometime tried. Megumi would show up, awkward and young, looking at Shoko's face and ask if she was okay.

She was always okay.

Yuji would bring some food, smile and ask if she needs help with anything.

She was always okay.

Nobara would sit by her side, saying nothing, eye patch like a pirate, she once said.

Shoko was okay, she said too.

They noticed something wrong when Shoko disappeared. No one could talk to her, no one could call her and that was a motive to everyone to freak out. She was the healer. She was the only thing . . .

She was the only person left behind, and they needed her.

Yuuta had found her. She was crying, holding her own leg, bucket right beside her. The young man, because he was not a kid, not anymore, held her, long arms around her body, finally noticing how her belly was bigger, how her hands were shaking, and how maybe, just maybe, shoko was not okay.

Shoko was pregnant.

Satoru's kid.

But something more. Something more had happened.

They all agreed, while Ieiri was sleeping, that her cursed energy was high, and how skinny she was, and they all agreed they should look out for her. it would be something Gojo would've asked. They were sure.

"He would never ask that", Utahime said, looking at her sleeping friend. " He would never ask because would never believe that he would leave her."

" He would come back to her." Ijichi whispers, and the kids agreed.

But he wasn't there.

Shoko agreed, she needed help, but no one should ever be at her house. Their house. Never.

And more signs showed up.

They couldn't touch her. Just like Satoru's mugen, it was formed a wall around Shoko. She was being protect by the kid, they said, she was properly carrying the next Six Eye. The only Gojo Heir.

She started to talk alone. No one really cared about that, but at anytime, if you looked at her, right there she would be, whispering things, telling the walls about something. They didn't understand, but they never asked to stop.

She was laughing. As her belly got bigger and bigger, more laughs came from her, she was happier, even if her face still looked like a skull's one. She was beautiful. A morbid kind of beautiful.

And once, between the silence and dark, Yuuji looked at his friends and told them how much of a death's bride she looked like.

And hell happened then.

July 15th. Obon. Where they all looked at the dead ones..

Shoko was screaming, on labor , and no one could at least touch her, or get close to her, because right beside her, holding her hands, it was him.

Satoru Gojo.

And if Satoru Gojo once was the strongest sorcerer, what should they expect of the curse?

But he was there and everything started to make sense. Because who was protecting her was not the baby, never the baby and always him. Always Satoru.

White hair, blue eyes, and so much love for her, Satoru was there, holding his lover, whispering things that no one could ever understand but her.

On July 15th the last Gojo was born.

On July 15th, everyone, at Shoko and Satoru's apartment saw how the curse lifted the doctor's dead body with so much love and never looked at the baby, who was just crying.

On July 15th they found the body of Satoru in his apartment, they were left with a baby and never heard of Shoko and Satoru again.

And they were sure, they would never see them again, because in the end, Satoru only had come back to her.

And the only proof of their love was the kid, white hair, blue eyes and the same mole his mother once had.

[brains-out-rn]

I don't like debating much(unless necessary for the sake of my own humanity) but sometimes it can be really Really fun specifically if it's about something that has absolutely no real weight to it(and yet if you were a spectator it might cause some concern for whatever reason)

for example: would you rather be threatened(physically mentally or emotionally take your pick) by a can of corn or a cob of corn?

Me personally I'd pick cob for a few reasons

1. I can outlast it(probably)

Fresh corn will eventually rot and decay but have you seen how long canned stuff can last unopened before it looks slightly different from new stuff??

2. Cans are made of metal not vegetable flesh

While a corn cob has its core that's not metal. Ever dropped a can? Might get a dent. If you have a good kick then you might survive but you will probably hurt your foot. Ever dropped corn? If it had it outer leaves and hair it might have stood a chance but if it didn't then bits of corn go everywhere

3. Actually fighting if needed

I feel like I could survive a fight with a sentient can but a sentient cob just seems less likely to hurt

However there are some things might change my decision

Like issue one which is how the corn moves because if the cob is fresh with hair and leaves and can move all the little hairs individually and can move the leaves then I'd probably choose the can because at that point I feel like it's less of "how would i survive with the least amount of bruising" and more of "how would I rather die but with a chance of surviving" and in my opinion i think blunt force trauma would be better then a slow death of strangulation via a sentient corns hair plus I do think I'd have a chance against a can of corn

Another issue is if it was mentally or emotionally I'd probably go with the can bc I feel like it would be easier for to rationalize it as ridiculous to be threatened by a can of corn then a cob for some reason

Like a cob is ridiculous to the point that I'd just accept it as making sense for that to happen?

a can is like "why am I listening to the can of corn. I literally own a can opener." But a cob is more like "if I were to try and deal with you in the traditional way of dealing with corn that would mean a pot and water and time and-"

Plus idk why but I feel like a cob would be less mean with its words. I can't explain it I just think cob would just go straight to physical threats instead of emotional ones but a can would stare at you menacingly making you question yourself and just judging you

[boopiemadz]

Hi, I love your writing especially your Yellowjackets fics! I had an idea for a Travis x fem!Reader where R goes missing (like season 3 timeline, takes Mari’s place in being taken by Ben) and basically Travis worrying, especially after already losing Javi, either ending with finding R or not :)

This is much longer then i intended it to be lol. Got a little carried away with the backstory... but whatever.

[Im finna be in the pitt]

WARNINGS!

idk yall... js know its yellowjackets so....

---

To be honest, you were exhausted. 

Earlier that night the group had decided to plan somthing you might call a ‘funeral’ for those who never got a proper goodbye. While the conversations stirred and people started prepping for the dinner you found yourself watering the plants you had started growing behind your hut. This little garden wasn't much but you enjoyed the peace it gave you, a small sense of purpose. As you kneel down to water the base of a berry plant you had uprooted a few days ago, Travis makes his way over to you just standing, leaning against the hut like he had something to say.

“What's up?” You say standing up and placing your makeshift watering can on the log next to you. 

“Nothing,” He murmured in a low tone. You could tell something was up, so you stepped closer and grabbed his hands giving him a quick kiss before speaking up. “You sure?” He sighs.

“I just don't really feel like doing this whole funeral thing tonight.”  

Your heart sinks a little thinking of Javi. “I know” you grip his hands a little tighter. 

“It's just the group's idea of memorializing them.” You shrug “I don't exactly want to do this either but, it's for morale.” He nods and places his now free hands on your waist. 

“I don't know what I'd do without you” he says looking over your face with his deep brown eyes before he gives you a kiss and you both go to change into the robes the girls had made for the dinner. 

---

Over the last 8 months something had shifted in the group, specifically Shauna. Sure she'd lost her baby, everyone tried to give her space to let her process and heal, but at some point tensions became higher and certain people started to become more and more aggravated. Mari had always been one to use humor and snarky comments to cope, which kinda rubbed Shauna the wrong way thus starting the Mari Shuana feud. 

The two of them constantly butted heads, both saying and doing small things to piss off the other. But the little peace that was left had completely broken that week, and who knew what would happen during dinner. 

After the ceremony the girls had set up, you had sat down ready to eat, starving you started sipping on the frankly disgusting soup until you heard a scream from across the table.

“She spit in my fucking soup!!!” Mari screamed standing up face to face with Shauna. That's when Travis stood up and motioned towards your hut, the night was exhausting for him and understandably this whole girl drama escalating wasn't something he wanted to stick around for.

You tried to stay out of it, but it escalated to the point of Shauna pushing Mari to the ground and making her rub her face in the now soiled soup. You gave Shauna a look while going over to Mari and helping her up, she pushed you aside and started to walk away into the forest after Nat put the two on ‘time out. 

You jog after Mari, her silhouette just visible between the trees.

“Mari! Wait up!”

She doesn’t stop.

You curse under your breath and push deeper into the woods. Branches whip at your arms and the cold night air bites your skin, but you keep moving. But Mari’s faster than she looks, or maybe she just knows the woods better than you.

You round a bend near the slope that leads to the creek and… She’s gone. “Mari?” you call, quieter now. The woods feel… still. Too still.

You keep walking, trying to retrace her path, heart beating a little faster now. You’re about to turn back when your foot catches on something strange, a soft give in the mossy ground.

Your weight shifts.

And then everything disappears beneath you.

The fall isn’t that far, but it’s enough to knock the wind out of you. Your side hits packed dirt. You groan and roll over, blinking up at the moonlight pouring down from above. The hole is perfectly camouflaged from the surface, branches, leaves, dirt.

Your voice shakes as you call out.

“Mari? Travis?!”

There’s no answer.

---

It had been hours, alone in the pitch black, It’s cold. Your back aches from the uneven earth. You spent the night drifting in and out of shallow, terrified sleep, flinching at every branch creak or rustle above. Your throat is dry. You called out for help until your voice cracked, but no one came.

You’re just about to force yourself upright again when something shifts above you.

You gasp.

It’s him.

“Coach?” you breathe. His eyes widen in shock, just as startled as you are.

He stumbles back slightly, then limps closer to the edge, staring down at you with disbelief. “...What the hell?” You manage to pull yourself into a sitting position, every joint stiff. “I…I thought you were dead.”

Ben doesn’t respond right away. He just stares at you, like he's trying to piece together if this is a hallucination. Then his expression shifts into something unreadable. “You're not supposed to be here,” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

You nod slowly, swallowing hard. “I know. I didn’t… I was following Mari. I lost her. And I guess… I fell into your trap.”

He exhales through his nose, shifting the weight on his crutch. He looks thinner. Wild-eyed. Less like Coach Ben and more like a ghost of him. “I set it for animals,” he says after a moment. “Food. I didn’t think…” He cuts himself off.

You stand shakily, still a few feet below him. “I’m okay,” you add quickly, “just bruised. I think.” Ben’s lips press into a thin line. For a long moment, he just watches you. Then he disappears from view.

Your heart sinks.

But a minute later, you hear the scrape of rope against bark. He lowers it down carefully. You grab on, shaky but determined. With effort and the help of the rope, you scramble up the side, every muscle screaming. Once you’re out, you collapse on the forest floor, breathing hard. He stands a few feet away, watching.

After a beat, you look up at him, blinking in the morning light. You sit up, rubbing your shoulder. “The cabin... Did you…?”

Ben looks down, then away. “No.”

You stare at him, reading his body language. “You swear?” He nods once. “I didn’t. I…I was gone before it happened.” You want to believe him. You need to believe him. After everything, after Javi, after the desperation that’s taken over the others. “Why didn’t you come back?” you ask, quieter.

Ben doesn’t answer right away.

“You scare me,” he finally says. “The girls. What you've all become. I saw what you did to Jackie...Javi…” His voice trails off. He looks haunted. You wrap your arms around yourself.

“I scare myself sometimes too,” you admit. “It’s like… survival turns you into something else.” You both sit in silence. Then you look at him again, more firmly. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”

Ben shakes his head immediately. “No. Never.” Then he steps forward, reaching into the side pouch of his pack. When he pulls out a length of rope, your blood runs cold. “Ben?” you ask slowly, standing, backing up a step. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says quietly. “But I can’t risk you going back.” You stare at him, stunned. “I wouldn’t tell them.”

“You might not. But you could. And if they find me, they’ll kill me.” His voice is tight. Honest. He means it. Your voice cracks. “Ben, come on. You were our coach.”

He shakes his head. “That doesn’t mean anything anymore.” He takes another step forward. “I’ll untie you when we get there. I just… I can’t risk it. Not until I know you’re not like them.”

You hesitate. You could run. But you're exhausted, bruised, barely able to walk right. And he’s desperate. If you fight, he might really hurt you, or leave you behind. You hold out your wrists, trembling. His eyes flicker with something, regret, maybe, but he ties them gently. Not tight enough to hurt. Just enough to control. Enough to take you somewhere secret.

The two of you move slowly through the woods. You stumble once, and he catches your elbow, steadying you, then pulling back like your skin burned him. It takes a long time. Finally, you reach a narrow rock face hidden beneath thick pine. He checks behind him, then pulls back the branches, revealing the narrow entrance to a cave.

The air shifts. Cold and still. Ben helps you duck inside.

It’s small, barely wide enough to stand. There's a corner where he's made a sort of sleeping area, blankets, torn pages, strange markings on the walls. You see pieces of the life he’s built here, all alone.

He moves to the back of the cave, then turns. Wordlessly, he kneels and unties your wrists. You wince as the blood rushes back. “I’m sorry,” he says, quietly. “I just…”

“You don’t trust me,” you finish, rubbing your wrists. He doesn’t respond. You settle slowly onto the ground, back against the cave wall. 

---

The fire had long since burned down to ash. Most of the others were still curled under blankets when Travis sat up in his hut, rubbing his eyes.

His arm reached across to touch you instinctively. But you weren’t there. He sat up straighter, blinking. He called your name softly. No answer.

At first he didn’t panic. Maybe you were already up, tending your little garden, or helping Van with something dumb. But as he stepped out into the cold morning air, barefoot and still blinking sleep from his eyes, something felt off.

You were nowhere. His pulse started to rise. His chest grew tight.

He walked briskly toward the main clearing. The girls were gathered around the firepit, Van, Lottie, Akilah. Shauna was sharpening a knife. 

“Have any of you seen her?” Travis asked, voice sharp. They looked up. “Y/N?” Van asked.

“Yeah.”

“I thought she came back last night.”

“She didn’t,” Travis snapped. “She’s not in the hut. She’s gone.” Natalie stood. “She followed Mari after the fight. We all saw her.”

“What?” he barked. “She what?”

“She went after her,” Lottie added quietly. “Into the woods. After Shauna… after all that.” Travis looked between them, horrified. “And none of you thought to check that she made it back?”

There was silence. “I-” Van started. “I thought she came back right after. We all went to bed.”

“You all thought someone else would check,” he spat. “You watched her go after Mari into the dark and didn’t even wait for her to come back.”

“We didn’t know she was still gone,” Akilah offered. “Well, she is!” Travis exploded, his voice suddenly breaking with emotion. “And I didn’t know either, because I was asleep!”

They fell quiet again. It was Mari who finally spoke, walking up behind them with messy hair and arms crossed. “What the hell are you all yelling about?”

Travis turned to her like he was about to break. “She followed you into the woods last night.” Mari blinked. “What?”

“Y/N. She followed you.”

“I-” Mari faltered, suddenly pale. “I didn’t… I didn’t know. I didn’t see her.”

“She went after you and never came back!” His voice cracked as he stepped toward her, eyes rimmed red. “You didn’t even turn around once?”

“I didn’t know!” Mari snapped, defensive. Travis shook his head, taking a step away from everyone. He ran his hands through his hair, pulling at it slightly, his breathing fast and uneven.

“I should’ve stayed awake,” he whispered. “I should’ve known.”

“Travis-” Natalie started, stepping forward. He turned and started running- toward the woods, toward the last place you were seen. Toward anything that might tell him you were still alive.

And behind him, no one moved.

Because they all knew:

If he didn’t find you…

He might not come back either.

---

The trees blurred past him, branches whipping at his arms and face. Travis didn’t care. He called your name again, voice already cracked and dry. Nothing answered but wind.

It had been hours.

He’d doubled back three times, checked the creek, the clearing near the ridge, the trail Mari swore she’d walked. Nothing.

His chest ached. His limbs were heavy. His mind kept flashing with images he didn’t want- of you curled in the snow, of your soft hands cold and still, of the forest swallowing you whole like it did Javi.

He stopped, panting, clutching a tree as his knees finally gave out. And then it all hit him at once. The panic. The guilt. The hollow ache that had started the moment Javi died and never really left.

But this- this was worse.

Because you were his. His person. The only thing keeping him from falling into whatever darkness had taken everyone else. You were the thing that made the endless days in the wilderness mean something.

And now?

He let out a broken sound as he collapsed against the tree, hitting it once with his fist, then again, until his knuckles split.

"I should’ve stayed awake," he whispered, “I should’ve noticed.” He didn’t try to wipe the tears from his face as they came. Didn’t try to stop the way his body shook from exhaustion and fear. He cried until he couldn’t breathe, until the woods felt like they were pressing in on all sides.

“I can’t do this without you,” he whispered, the words breaking like glass on his tongue. “Not again. Not after Javi. Please, please…just…”

Something caught the light near his feet. He blinked through tears, heart stuttering in his chest. In the mud, half-buried near a mess of broken twigs, was a small glint of metal. He reached down with trembling hands, brushing away dirt and pine needles.

Your necklace.

The little silver charm you'd worn every day. The chain was snapped, like it had caught on something, but it was yours.

He stared at it, not breathing. Then his fingers closed around it, tight.

It wasn’t much.

But it was enough.

He stood, eyes scanning the treeline with new urgency. He slipped the necklace into his pocket and whispered, “I’m going to find you.”

---

The cave was cold the next night, warmer than the pitt was at least. The air is thick with the scent of earth and moss. Ben and you didn’t speak much, both of you too lost in your thoughts, processing what had happened. The fire crackled in the corner, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. The silence between you felt heavy, suffocating even.

You lay there on the ground, the thin blanket doing little to shield you from the chill in the air, eyes wide open. Every so often, you’d glance over at Ben, who was seated against the cave wall, staring into the fire. His posture was tense, rigid, like he was waiting for something, but you couldn’t tell what. It had been a long night, and neither of you had any real desire to break the silence, but eventually, it couldn’t stay that way forever.

Finally, you let out a soft sigh, shifting to face him. "Not the most welcoming sleepover"

Ben didn’t respond immediately, but you could tell by the way his smirk sparked that he had heard you. He shifted slightly, glancing at you for a moment before looking back at the fire.

“I guess not,” he muttered, his voice distant. “I’ve been too busy trying to keep myself from falling apart. Forgot about my guest”

You chuckled. You didn’t blame him for being distant. You knew why he’d run away, he was terrified. Terrified of the things that had happened. Terrified of what you all had done. But what hurt more than his silence was the realization that you were both broken in your own ways now. Just trying to survive.

Ben shifted uncomfortably, his eyes finally meeting yours. There was a mixture of shame and guilt there, something he clearly hadn’t shared with anyone else.

“I couldn’t handle it anymore,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible. “The blood... the violence... I couldn't stay. I ran because I thought if I stayed, I’d become like that. Like what... what you all turned into. Or that i'd be next”

You swallowed hard, feeling the sting of those words. You knew what he meant. You had seen it too. The darkness. The way survival had twisted all of you into something unrecognizable. But you didn’t defend it. You didn’t excuse it.

“I hate that I did it,” you whispered, your voice thick with regret. “I hate that I became one of them. But in the moment, it felt like I had no choice. I... I forgot who I was.”

Ben didn’t respond right away, and the silence between you both felt heavier than it had all night. He wasn’t judging you, not anymore. He was just... listening. Understanding, maybe.

“Did we ever... really know each other?” Ben asked, his voice laced with a bitterness you hadn’t expected. “Before all of this?”

You nodded slowly, unsure of what to say. "We did. I think we did. You were my coach. We were close. And I loved it. You taught me things no one else could. You believed in me when no one else did. And... maybe that’s why I believe you didn't start the fire. Because part of me hopes you are still that guy who came to my birthday party when we invited you as a joke, didn't actually think you'd come ."

Ben’s eyes softened slightly at your words. He didn’t say anything, but you could see the way his expression softened as memories flooded back, memories of a time when the world hadn’t fallen apart yet, when you were just people in a much simpler life. It felt like ages ago, like it belonged to someone else.

“I can’t stay here. I need to go back to Travis. He needs me.”

Ben’s eyes darkened slightly, and for the briefest of moments, you saw something flicker there, hesitation. He clenched his jaw before he spoke again.

“I won’t stop you,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and understanding. “But you need to promise me something.”

You met his gaze, feeling a knot form in your stomach. “What?”

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone about me. About where I am.” Ben said, his voice soft but firm. “I can’t risk the others finding me. They'll kill me.”

“I promise,” you whispered, your voice tight with emotion. “I won’t tell anyone. but I won’t forget what you did for me.”

Ben’s expression softened just a little, though his eyes still carried a hint of sadness. “I’m not a hero,” he said quietly, shaking his head. “I’m just trying to survive.”

You nodded, the lump in your throat growing. There was so much you both still hadn’t said. So much you didn’t know how to express. But for now, this was enough. You were leaving. You were going back to the person you loved, back to the life you knew before all of this chaos. And Ben... Ben would have to survive on his own, in his own way.

“You should go,” Ben said after a long pause, his voice quiet but steady.You didn’t say anything more. You stood up slowly, and made your way toward the exit of the cave. You hesitated for just a second, turning back to look at Ben one last time.

He wasn’t looking at you now. His gaze was distant again, his thoughts somewhere far away, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was truly ready to face the world again. But there was no time for that now.

“Goodbye, Ben,” you whispered, the words carrying the weight of everything you hadn’t said.

---

You were lost in every sense of the word. Physically, mentally, emotionally. You had no idea how long you’d been wandering. The trees loomed like silent sentinels around you, and the only sound that kept you grounded was the steady rhythm of your breath, until, suddenly, you heard it.

“Y/N! Where the hell are you?!”

Your heart leaped in your chest at the sound of Travis's frantic voice echoing through the woods. You wanted to scream his name, but no sound came out. Instead, you pushed yourself forward, your legs shaky but fueled by the desperation to find him. “Travis! I’m here!” you finally managed to cry out, your voice raw and weak from the cold.

You stumbled forward, eyes scanning the trees, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. And then, through the fog of your exhaustion, you saw him. He was running through the woods, his face pale with fear, his eyes wild, darting around like a person searching for someone he thought he might have already lost.

"Y/N!" he shouted again, and the panic in his voice almost broke you. Your legs finally gave out, and you collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down your face. But then, in a blur of movement, he was there, running to you, his hands outstretched.

His arms wrapped around you like you were the last thing he could hold on to. And then, finally, you let yourself crumble, the sobs wracking through your body as his warmth enveloped you.

“You’re here, you’re alive,” Travis gasped, his voice shaky with relief as he lifted you in his arms, holding you as if he was afraid you might slip through his fingers at any moment. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, and his hands gripped you so tightly you could feel the desperation in every movement.

“I’m here,” you whispered through your tears. “I’m here, Travis.”

“You don’t know how scared I was,” he murmured, his voice breaking as he pressed his face into your hair. “I thought I lost you. I thought... I thought I couldn’t live with myself if I lost you too.”

You could feel his tears against your skin, his body trembling as he tried to keep himself together. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tight as you could. You didn’t have the words to ease his pain, you didn’t even know how to begin..

You pulled back slightly, your hands still gripping him as you looked up into his face. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, his lips trembling as if he was holding back more emotion. And then, before you could say anything, he kissed you, not gently, but desperately, like he was trying to make sure you were real, that you weren’t going to disappear again. You kissed him back, your own emotions spilling out in that moment, and you never wanted it to stop.

But then, when the kiss broke, he pulled back slightly, holding your face in his hands, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was ragged, still trying to steady itself.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Travis whispered, his voice hoarse, cracking with emotion. “I thought I couldn’t... I couldn’t go on if I lost you too.”

“I’m here,” you said softly, your hand brushing the tears from his face. “I’m not going anywhere, Travis.”

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, clutching his shirt. Travis didn’t speak at first, but his arms tightened around you, and you felt his breath shaking against your skin. His emotions were raw, unfiltered. It hurt you to see him like this, and even more so to know you couldn’t tell him everything.

“I don’t need you to explain everything,” he finally whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. “I just need you to be here. With me. Alive.”

You nodded, unable to say anything else. “I love you, Travis,” you said, your voice breaking.

“I love you too,” he whispered back, his voice soft, but there was an intensity to it. "Don’t ever scare me like that again."

“I won’t,” you promised, your voice shaking. “I won’t.”

[ilikepjo24]

On The Ashes of the Academy...

This will be a full review/analysis of the newest atla comic, now that I finally got my hands on it. I'll duel on some things more than others but overall, I'll share my unfiltered thoughts and feelings about it.

SpoliersSpoilersSpoilersSpoilersSpoilers!

First things first, this is such a hit-and-miss.

We're all glad Ursa is looking after Kiyi and we're all glad she sees that there was somthing wrong with Azula's upbringing, but ma'am, the school is not the problem. Sure, a bad learning environment doesn't benefit children in any way, but Azula's main problem was what was happening in her home, not in her school. Maybe, since you're finally considering taking a look in your daughter's childhood, you should also start looking inside and taking note of where you failed her. This just seems like an attempt at making Ursa look blameless by saying "Oh, look, Azula isn't inherently evil, it's her school that messed her up. Certainly, Zuko's perfect mom didn't contribute to it at all!"

I mean, if you want my opinion, you lost her when you subconsciously decided to give her less attention than Zuko, which, tragically, could have been before she was even born. But this series of panels, once again, does the same thing I mentioned above; passing the responsibility around. Ursa didn't lose Azula to someone or something. She let her go. And that's assuming that she even had Azula is the first place, at any point, which could be just wishful thinking. While Ozai, and the FN as a whole played a part, Ursa can't keep viewing them as the only parties responsible instead of holding herself accountable.

Zuko pisses me off her as well because he's doing the exactly same thing, but in a different way. He removes responsibility from Ursa, but instead of placing it on the school or his father, he seems to place it on Azula's very own nature, implying that her problem was just that she was Azula, and other kids under similar circumstances would have done better, simply because they are not Azula, which is simply not true. Azula's problem isn't that she's Azula, it's that she is a product of systematic propaganda and domestic abuse and neglect.

It must take lots of nerve to hire a person that's a product of Ozai's rule, that actively and publicly supports Ozai's way of doing things, and then being bothered and flabbergasted that this person wants to do things Ozai's way. Zuko, my man, hire a new headmistress. I've seen this lady once and I know better than to trust her. Are all that survival instincts Zuko ever had sliding right off his smooth, shiny brain? Either he is actively trying to sabotage himself, or he's just that stupid.

DOGSHIT. Arguably the most annoying thing about this comic, methinks. Such a lazy way of trying to redeem Mai. I understand that she's meant to be Zuko's love intrest, so she needs to be good and support his deals, but FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, this must be the worst way to do it. This is just anti-Azula propaganda by this point.

If you want to redeem a character, hot take, actually redeem them. Instead of actually moving forward with Mai's character, they're backpetaling. Instead of adding redeeming qualities, they are removing the bad ones in an underhanded way. Very lazy, very bad writing. Both Mai and Azula deserve better than this.

I have way too many thoughts about these bit specifically, but this is an overall review of the comic, so I don't want to duel on one thing apecifically. I' ll talk more about everything that I hate about this "twist" in regards to Mai's character and her relationship with Azula in a different post on a different day.

Can't wait to show this to the "Azula is abusive for thowing fire at an apple that was on top of Mai's head" people. Behold! Mai started throwing dangerous shit at Azula first. This is them becoming friends. If Azula is abusive for continuing the tradition, what does tha make Mai, the one who started it?

This is more amusing to me than frustrating, if I'm being honest. They are trying so hard to make Azula out to be this inherently evil hell creature, that they don't even realize how terribly they're failing. The only thing making this interaction intimidating is framing. Azula is genuinly just being a normal kid here. Seriously, I dare you to antagonize a kid and count the minutes until they pull the parent card. I've had kids tell me that their parent works in the environment of political figures and can get me fired unless I let them run wild. Children are terribly aware of their powerlessness even if they don't show it. Borrowing mommy and daddy's "power" to wield as a threat is very typical behavior, especially in new environments. Azula isn't any more evil than any other first grader is. Which, to be fair, is reletavily evil, dependend on who you ask XD.

"Being friends with her sucked. Yeah, she was the only person I had growing up that made me feel like I mattered, since my dad used me and my mom wanted me to be an unemotional porcelain doll, but she was evil."

Two faced. Too fake. Do better. I am officially a certified Mai hater.

At this point, Mai confuses me. On one hand, she acts as if Azula is the antichrist and being mean just for the hell of it. Then, when Kiyi asks, she seems to display some actual understanding towards Azula's situation. Seems to acknowledge that who Azula is right now is the handywork of a third party, the intentions of which Azula herself doesn't fully understand, but blindly follows anyway because what else can she really do? The third party includes the only parent that pays attention to her after all.

Listen closely, because I will say this once. I better not see any of you haters blame Azula for this. "Oh, Azula is still trying to take the throne-" Shut your bitch ass up. Azula is not talking to those guys. She's working with her Fire Warriors and has no interactions with those dudes. Their actions do not reflect on her in any way, shape, or form. Them waiting for her doesn't mean she's working with them or that she has promised them anything at all. They're popping off in the assumption that she's coming back and the assumption that she'll reward them when she does. Key word beinh assumption.

And that will be all for now folks. All in all, this comic sucked. It attempts to redeem Mai and to demonize Azula and, franky, it fails at both those tasks as far as I'm conserned.

I do have that the empathy Mai showcased towards Azula is the begining of something. That her new role as a teacher and her mission of helping clean up the rooten system that raised Azula will develop into a teaching moment for the cast and the fandom. That it'll show them that Azula isn't inherently evil and therefore not beyond redemption. I genuinely hope that, eventually, we'll get the redemption Hicks teased in The Spirit Temple and that she's just playing the long game.

But for that to happen, some things have to change. The sytematic abuse needs to be showcased even more. We need to see the neglect Azula endured at home. Ursa needs to be held accountable for her failures. Azula should be given the chance to be a kid, not a weapon. I want to see a comic taking place before she displayed her firebending abilities for the first time.

Do better, Hicks.

[moronkyne]

di yiu think geordi just stared at the wall for hours whike trying to go to sleep after the breakup, wondering if theres something he couldve said or couldve done differently. maybe there was somthing he forgot or didnt consider. maybe it wasnt for the better and maybe he just felt like he was selfish. maybe geordi was thinking “oh why do i have to make this about my needs” because ye

ouh why is ny spelling so bad

[just-some-trans-nobody]

December Christmas Monster Stories

Dec 20.) Octomer x Reader

Warnings: attempted murder, reader almost dying, unable to breath,tentacles, no boundaries from monster, touching (sfw) without asking, if I missed any please tell me.

Minors don't interact.

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Cold

Everything felt cold as your broken body laid on the jagged rocks. 

Faint words were spoken on the cliff you had been pushed of off but the winds were too strong for your ears to hear them. 

You wondered why they did it, you knew the village didn't like you but you didn't think they disliked you enough to commit murder. 

Everything was numb as your vision blurred but you could feel the strange sensation of suckers wriggling up your broken legs. It must have been an octopus using you as leverage to climb up the rocks. At least in your dying moments you could help out at least one living creature before you go. Slipping away you didn't hear the screams from above or feel yourself be lifted up gently as if you were made from fragile clay. 

Slowly you opened your eyes as a groan left your lips. Everything hurt so badly and you could hardly move. It took some time for your eyes to adjust but when they finally did you let out a gasp seeing yourself surrounded by flowers you knew for certain didn't grow around your icey village. Trying to sit up a jolt of pain ran through your body. Your eyes widening, the pain was so intense you couldn't breath or perhaps you were in pain because you couldn't breath. Even laying back in the same position as before didn't bring your breathing back. A feeling of dread filled you as you gasped for air like a fish out of water. 

As quick as lightning tentacles were wrapped around you rubbing your chest in a strange way. It almost mimicked breathing? Whom ever the tentacles belonged to knew what they were doing as soon air was flowing back into your lungs, all be it with difficulty but you could breath at the least. The tentacles continued this movement as you flowed them wanting to know just who had been helping you.

He was large with bumpy looking copper skin. His eyes yellow and goat like with long rectangle pupil's. There were a lot more tentacles to him than just the onces assisting you to breath. You wanted to scream, you'd never seen something like him before but you couldn't. Maybe it was because he had saved you, maybe it was because you could see no hate in his eyes only worry and concern, or simply it was beacuae you didn't have enough air in your lungs to do so. Opening your mouth you went to speak but found yourself unable. Puzzled you tried again but only letting out a squeak that deeply pained your throat. 

He leaned forward shaking his head at you. “Your not healed enough.” His voice had a strange clicking to it. “It will come back once your stronger.” You weren't sure how you were still alive after a fall like that but if he was able to get you breathing by giving you what seemed to be a massage it was safe to say he probably knew lots about healing or perhaps he had magic? 

The healing process was long and painful but not as much as it would have been without him. You had to learn quickly that personal space wasn't somthing he comprehend. For the sake of getting better you put up with his constant touching of your body. His touches often grew more curious after his check ups on you. Wandering tentacles would tap your legs, the suction cups on the underside of them making little popping sounds as they suctioned and unauctioned from your soft flesh. He didn't have legs of his own so he oftern touched yours studding them. Your toes were very intresting to him. It wasn't hard for him to learn about your reaction to being tickled. You wouldn't stop squirming when he was touching the bottom of your feets. He had scolded you for movimg so much before you were ready for that. By that point you were healed enough and could explain to him what his actions had caused. This only interested him more but he touched more carefuly now trying to avoid the tickle spots… for now. 

You learned more about durning this time. While he studied you, you studied him. Looking past his frighteningly odd appearance he was kind and gentle. Despite his large size he was always careful to not crush the flowers around the little caves island. The place was strange, to you there was no exit but the giant hole in the roof of the cave as large as the island itself. There must have been some sort of secret tunel under the water as Zeke as you called him would go under and come back hours later with tentacles full of things. Most of the time it was things for you, such as fruits or clothes that were in no way your size, it was different styles every time. You were starting to wonder if he was stealing all these items.

When he would bring something for himself it was always something shiny or made an interesting sound. His favorites to bring back were little whistles and wind chimes. He would cooe every time the wind blew on the chimes making them let out their sounds. When he walked past them he always dragged a tentacle against them to make the sound himself. 

One day when after your lungs had properly healed and you could talk again Zeke wiggled his way over to you and held out a whistle with expexting eyes. “You want me to use it?” You asked, he nodded his head vigorously in response. “I see people use them. I don't know how to.” He explained to you as he settled down next to you. His tentacles of course reached out prodding against your flesh touching and holding it as he watched with his alien eyes. “They don't really sound that pretty. Flutes sound much better but alright.” It was hard to say no when he looked like a begging puppy. Bringing the cold metal to your lips then blew. 

His reaction to it to say the least was unsettling. His whole body shivered as if he was in an earthquake and he let out a high pitched shrill. Immediately you pulled the whistle back and looked at him with a shocked look only to get a confused one back. “Why stop?” Zeke questioned poking your cheek with a tentacle. “But you were… I thought…?” You stammered confused, the realization came slowly. “Were you trying to mimic the sound?” You asked more calmly. Zeke nodded his head as if it was obvious. Bringing the whistle back to your lips you blew again, more certain about it this time, much more loudly. Zeke loved it and shrilled again doing his attempt to make the sound. It was nothing like a whistle but at the same time some how seemed so fitting for a whistle. 

Bringing the whistle away from your lips once more Zeke watched with a disappointed look apon his face. He never hid his emotions, not that he ever tried. Moving your lips into a pursed O shape you blew letting out a whistle. Immediately Zeke was trilling with delight. Knowing no boundaries like always he touched your face poking your lips as he stared at them in wonder. “You can make that nose?” He questioned touching and moving your lips. “Yeah.” It was muffled, it's hard to talk with someone playing with your lips. “Humans can make a lot of different sounds.” You explained grabbing his hands pulling them away from your face. Looking at him you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. Zeke acted as if it was the best thing he had ever heard. He was cooing and letting out clicks of his own. Smiling you started to whistle a tune this time showing off. Zeke was of course very delighted by this listening to every sound you made. 

You kept whistling every tune you could think of for who knows how long. Once your throat and mouth started to hurt you stopped. Zeke seemed content enough with the amount of whistling you had done for him. “Such pretty sounds.” He cooed leaning in closer. “Such pretty sounds from such a pretty mate.” Your eyes widened hearing his words. Had you misheard him? Surely his term of mate wasn't what you had been thinking of. “You will be my mate.” Zeke said nuzzling his face against your neck. He did mean that kind of mate…

[sturniololoco]

could you maybe do like a little sister fic where they find out she hasn’t been eating lately and they try to get her to eat and they are just there for her. Maybe give like some backstory on like why she won’t eat like maybe a guy told her to lose weight or somthing?

Not Hungry

Surniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Eating disorder, throwing up, etc.

SLS's POV

"I might date you when you learn to eat a salad every once in a while."

That why I stopped eating. I decided that if just stopped eating, I'd lose weight faster, and I'd never get my heart broken like that again.

The only hard part is going to be keeping it from my brothers.

-

It's already been about a week and a half, and I've been very successful. My ribs were starting to poke out, and my brothers had no clue.

Keeping myself busy, as to not think about the rumbling in my stomach, I've been cleaning my room, scrubbing my windows, doing laundry, and wiping down my bathroom.

"SLS/N! Its time for dinner, come down here please!" I hear Nick yell from the base of the stairs.

Shit

My least favorite part of the day: Dinner. The time when I have to pretend to enjoy my food for 30 minutes, only to go and make myself puke it up after.

I can usually get away with not eating breakfast by rushing out the door to get to school, and then throwing out my toast once I get inside. Lunch I didn't even have to try, I just don't buy food or eat at all.

But dinner was always hard, and I was nervous.

-

Nick ordered Canes for dinner tonight, my favorite. Or what used to be. I sat down, fiddling with my fork while Chris passed out the food and drinks.

While my brothers were busy handing out food, I quickly took my cup of Pepsi to the sink and dumped it out, leaving the ice, and filling it up again with water.

I casually sit back down and start sipping at my water, when Chris says,

"For you, m'lady!" whilst bowing and presenting my chicken fingers as if they were the kingdom's finest gold.

I chuckle nervously before taking my food. My shaking hands were fumbling with the box.

"Here, I gotch you," Matt says, leaning over and opening my box, and pushing it back in front of me.

"Thanks," I say, breathlessly, before picking one up and examining the piece if chicken.

"You okay kiddo? Normally you'd be halfway done with your plate already!" Nick says, earning a chuckle from Matt and Chris.

But the comment made me sick to my stomach.

I let out a fake laugh, saying,

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good! I ate a late lunch at school." What a lie. I take a bite of the chicken and immediately feel a title wave of nausea take over me. I quickly swallow the chicken and join in on my brother's small talk, so as not to raise suspicion.

-

I barely managed to get two chicken fingers down, telling my brothers I would just eat them for lunch tomorrow.

I help Nick with the dishes, then tell my brothers I'm about to shower, then disappear into my room.

Once in there, I head straight to the bathroom, grab my toothbrush, and kneel down by the toilet.

after stuffing my toothbrush halfway down my throat, I gag and let out the majority of the chicken from my stomach, into the toilet.

I do this two more times just to be safe, but on the last time, the bathroom door swings open.

Nick's POV

I finish cleaning the house shortly after SLS/N goes upstairs to shower. But to my surprise, I saw she left her phone on the kitchen table.

I run upstairs, planning to leave it on her bed for her. But once I arrive in her room, I hear gagging and choking coming from her bathroom.

I knew something was off with her at dinner. I think to myself, quickly running downstairs to tell Matt and Chris, to grab a washcloth and a bucket.

My brothers follow me up on my way back to SLS/N's room after hearing about her being sick. They want to help her feel better just as much as I do. But when we open her bathroom door, we are shocked at what we find.

We see SLS/N sitting on the floor, making herself sick.

SLS/N's POV

Nick, Matt, and Chris stand in the entrance of my bathroom, staring, while I am still sitting on the floor, covered in a cold sweat, lose tears running down my face.

Nick rushes over to me, bending down and wiping my face with a washcloth, saying,

"Why are you doing that? Are you okay?" He looks into my eyes worried, as I tiredly fall back into his embrace, not wanting to hide anymore.

I begin to cry as he scoops me up and lays me on my bed, with Chris and Matt right behind him. I lean on Chris as he sits to my right, and Nick rubs my leg comfortingly as he sits to my left. Matt kneels down in front of me, saying,

"What's going on sweetheart? Talk to me." He rubs his thumbs back and forth soothingly across the top of my hands.

"I don't eat anymore, I'm already fat so theirs no use in me eating anymore anyways," I tell them. They look at me shocked.

"Who told you that?" Chris questions, still looking at me.

"Some kid at school, he's right though," I reply, still letting my tears fall down my red face.

"SLS/N, that is the stupidest thing in the world for you to say! You are so beautiful, just the way you are. You shouldn't let some jerk at school tell you otherwise. Do you understand?" I nod, still not knowing how he can say all these things, but makes me feel better all the same.

"How long has this been going on sweetheart?" Matt asks me, still holding onto my hands. I breathe in a shaky breath, and answer,

"About two weeks I think..." I see the disappointment on all their faces as I let the words out of my mouth.

"well, this won't be happening again. I don't think you understand, we can't lose you. We love you so, so much and we can't live without you, okay?" Nick tells me sternly. I nod and snuggle into my brothers.

"We'll try again tomorrow, okay?" Chris says to me, kissing me on the head. I nod again, my eyes getting sleepy. Chris helps me lay down, and my brothers tuck me in and head to the door to turn off my light and exit.

"Wait. Stay? Please?" My brothers walk back over, all squeezing together in the little bed.

"We're not going anywhere." I hear Matt says, before kissing my forehead, and I drift off to sleep.

-

I wake up in the morning to the smell of pancakes and bacon. But then last night evens came flooding back, and I got scared.

Matt, the only brother still lying with me, felt my tension grabbed my hand, and gave it a reassuring squeeze, saying,

"Hey, your gonna be fine! You got this." I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. We keep holding hands as we walk down to the kitchen.

"There's my girl!" Chris says, wrapping his arms around me as I enter the kitchen. I gladly accept the hug, and then another one from Nick.

Chris, Mat, and I sit on the couch, watching TV, when Nick calls from the kitchen,

"No rush, but breakfast is ready!"

Chris grabs my hand and leads me to my seat at the table, pushing in my chair. Nick then places a plate in front of me with one singular pancake. I look up at my brothers nervously.

"I don't-" I begin to say, but Matt cuts me off.

"Just eat what you can, you are in no rush at all, okay? You got this baby." I pick up my fork and take a small bite.

Nick made extra good pancakes today.

I'm able to finish about half of the pancake before I get full. My brothers must have noticed.

"Good job SLS/N, I'm so proud of you!" Chris says, leaning over to give me a high five. I smack his hand and smile, happy that my brothers are here to get me through this.

Sorry, this took SO long!

[ftmclementine]

last night I edged as much as I could for an hour. usually when i masturbate I don't make too much of a mess but this time my hand was covered in my own slick I was dripping so much that my pants had a big wet stain. everytime I'd get close I'd buck the air or squeeze my thighs together. knowing that people where looking at the asks I sent you and liking it turned me on even more. my door doesn't have a lock on it and someone came in without knocking. thank god they didn't catch on even though I was sweating an awful lot. when they left I immediately started rubbing my t-dick again but then they opened the door again after a few seconds because they forgot to tell me somthing, it was scary but they still didn't catch me. after they left again I kept going. after the hour of edging I thought I was done but then an hour later I randomly started to feel my t-dick tingle again. I tried to ignore it but I couldn't and I gave in and edged for 30 more minutes. afterwards I was so exhausted and I didn't get to change my wet pj's so I just slept in them. i don't know what was wrong with me but when I was trying to fall asleep I still felt so horny and wanted to rub so I ended up lazily humping my blanket as I tried to fall asleep. i don't know how long I was there rubbing for but it was long enough for a puddle of drool to form on my pillow. I kept imagining you fucking me gently and drowning me in praise. I couldn't help but to grab my hairbrush and shove the handle of it up my needy hole to properly simulate my fantasy. after I was dripping wet again I took the handle out and rubbed the end of it on my t-dick pretending it was both of our t-dicks rubbing against eachother and it felt so mind numbingly good that I nearly cummed everywhere. i kept trying to stop so I could go to sleep but everytime I tried within a few minutes i was back at it I just couldn't keep my paws off myself. eventually I did fall asleep and it was one of the better sleeps I've had this week. when I woke up my first thought was you and I was overcome with a strong urge to rub I tryed to ignore it and go back to sleep I tried to just rub my chest hoping it would satisfy me and I'd be able to go back to bed but my t-dick demanded I worship you and rub in your honor so I grabbed my body pillow and wrapped my arms and legs around it pretending I was clinging onto you and grinding against you. I'm sorry for whining so much and sending you so many asks I hope you don't mind me being so needy

Oh darling you don’t have to worry, I love receiving all of your asks! Maybe you should claim an emoji, so I’ll always know for sure when it’s you ;)

I think what you really need, to satisfy all your urges, is to fall asleep in my bed. Then, when you desperately need attention, I can help you.

At first we could frot our tdicks against each other, maybe make out as we start to get nice and wet. Then I’d sneak a hand down your pants to give you some really nice friction before I fuck you with my fingers. I’ll help you cum as many times as you need to, baby.

After all that, when you’re truly spent, you can fall asleep with my thigh pressed between your legs, so anytime you need to rub, you can rub yourself on me. Get me all covered in your slick. I’ll make sure you feel good, and I’ll take care of you afterwards. I’d clean you up, licking up all your slick so you don’t fall asleep all sticky. Would you like that? Want to feel my tongue between your legs, bringing you all the pleasure you need?

In fact, I think this should be the only way you experience true pleasure. I should be the only person who can make you cum. Otherwise, all you can do is edge.

[m1lflov3rrr]

Hi hiiiiii! Firstly, lemme just say I absolutely ADORE your fics on wattpad and im SO thrilled you're also here on tumblr now??!?!? An absolute treat, this is <3

Anyways as for requests— can I request Larissa and/or Marilyn dealing with Y/N who's got a really bad sleeping schedule thanks to having the WORST case of insomnia? (fluff most appreciated, but IF you want somth more spicy to deal it, I wouldn't say no to it hehe 💕 :3c)

Thank you sm <3

Thank you for the request and so sorry it took literally MONTHS!!! But here it is now!! And thank you for your kind words, means so much to me <3 I really hope you enjoy this, I made a few changes to it. I don’t have that much experience with insomnia, but with sleep deprivation so I wrote about that, I hope it is okay!

No Rest for the Wicked

Pairing: Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Warnings: sleep deprivation, health issues, fainting, worrying, fluff

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: Larissa tries to help you when she notices how little you’re sleeping…

You sighed deeply as you raised your gaze from your laptop and looked out the window. A heavy fog had descended on the school grounds, reaching as far as the tired eye could see. 

The fog was persistent, it was thick. 

You felt like your thoughts were similarly clouded. You smiled at the irony. 

Returning your gaze back to your work, you looked at the time, it was way past 4 am already. Larissa would wake up soon. 

For the past few weeks it had been like this. You were staying up late, only getting a few hours of sleep a night. And sometimes, like tonight, no sleep at all. 

You felt that you didn’t have enough time. The work load you had felt like the weight of the world rested on your shoulders. You had stacks of ungraded papers, lesson plans to finalize, and a curriculum to update. 

You were exhausted. 

You tried your best to hide it, you didn’t want Larissa to get worried. Because her concern would’ve broken your heart. 

Every day went like this: You ’got up’ at 6, prepared for your lessons of the day and started at 8, taught for 8 hours straight, got back to your shared quarters and spent the rest of the night with Larissa. And after she had fallen asleep, you’d finish your work and prepare for the next day. 

You didn’t have the heart to tell your wife how much workload you’d had recently and how overwhelming it was for you. You had had difficulties in the past finding time to spend together, and after months of you both trying to work it out, it was, indeed, working. 

But lately, it had become too much. With the work, of course. You knew that Larissa would get concerned and start panicking and rushing things to make it better. You didn’t want that. She had her own job to do, which definitely had a workload twice as big as yours was. You felt pathetic. Your wife does three times the work you do in a day and you’re still stressed? Yes, pathetic. 

You finished your lesson plans for the day, just to save yourself some time later. 

It was 5:13 am when you were done. You rubbed your temples to ease your already growing headache as you got up from the desk, swayed there for a bit before making your way to the bathroom. 

You winced at your reflection in the mirror. Your dark and puffy undereyes were still there, if not even more bad and noticeable. This was the first time in your 25 years of living that you had had eye bags. You knew it was bad. 

You hopped in the shower to keep yourself up and maybe gather some energy to get through the day. At first the cold water did wake you up a bit more. Then, when you turned it a little bit warmer, you realized how bad of an idea it was. The warm water relaxed all those tense muscles in your body and you closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling. 

And your eyes stayed closed for a bit too long. If you weren’t so tired, you would have laughed at yourself. The image of you half asleep, standing in your shower. What in the actual fuck, really? 

But something made you jump and push your body’s cries for help and sleep to the back of your mind. 

”Darling?” You heard Larissa’s hoarse morning voice call out to you from the door. 

”Mhm?” You hummed as you turned the water back to cold to not almost fall asleep again. 

”Nothing, just wondering how you’re up so early every morning this week, usually it’s a task itself to get you up,” She chuckled at her own words. 

You smiled to yourself and turned the faucet off, stepping out of the shower so you could see her. 

You noticed how she was checking you out, biting her lip as her eyes roamed across your body. You smirked at her as you took your towel and dried yourself, about to wrap it around your bare body. 

She quickly snapped out of her trance and stepped forward, taking the towel in her hands and unwrapping it, causing it to drop on the floor. 

”I don’t think we’ll be needing that.” She said in a low tone as she pulled you flush against her body by your waist, attacking your neck with her mouth. 

You hummed in delight and closed your eyes in satisfaction at the sudden move, wrapping your hands around her neck. 

You let out little gasps, you couldn’t even let out a simple moan because of your sleep-deprived state. 

And it felt so good, feeling your wife’s lips on your neck, still keeping your eyes shut, leaning into her, maybe leaning too much, starting to drift off, losing your balance… 

Your eyes snapped open when your heard Larissa’s sudden, loud gasp, as she had her arms tightly wrapped around your torso to keep you from falling to the hard floor. 

”Darling, what on earth just happened here?!” She asked in shock as you stood up. 

You took a moment to process what she just said, just because you couldn’t think as fast as usual. 

”What? M’sorry, just got a little.. distracted there, I think..” You responded hazily, trying to focus your eyes to look into hers. 

She ducked her head a bit, trying to get a closer look of you and inspecting your condition. ”Are you alright? You had me worried there, are you sure you want to go to work today? You can take the day off, okay?” 

Your eyes widened in panic, ”No, no, Rissa I am absolutely fine, and I will not be taking the day off. You shouldn’t be concerned, I am okay.” You said hurriedly and walked away, leaving your wife standing in the bathroom, extremely confused and concerned. 

-

”Okay, I think it’s time we all head for lunch, see you guys tomorrow!” You announced the class with a smile, packing your things and leaving for the dining hall. As you entered the hall, you seached for your wife with your eyes, as you always ate lunch together. She wasn’t there. 

You yelped loudly when you felt someone grab your shoulder from behind, causing some people nearby to look at your weirdly. You turned around, ”God, you scared me, Rissa,” You breathed out. 

She just responded with a laugh, sliding her arm to the small of your back and guiding you to walk together to get the food. 

As you sat down, you began eating in silence. You opened a can of energy drink, something that you’d been drinking a lot these days. You didn’t usually even drink those that often, but you needed something to keep you up and awake. 

Larissa sent you a scolding look, a frown tugging at her lips. ”Y/N, what’s this?” 

You widened your eyes, you didn’t want her to find out like this. Or any other way. ”Oh, that’s just an energy drink. Thought it might give me a little boost.” 

She narrowed her eyes slightly, ”A boost? Y/N, darling, this isn’t healthy. Are you not sleeping enough?” 

You smiled, but it was forced. ”Rissa, I’m fine. It’s just been a busy week.” 

She sighed, looking at you with worry-filled eyes. ”Y/N, I can see something is going on, don’t shut me out. Whatever it is, I’m here to help you. We’re a team, remember?” 

Your gaze softened, you were really lucky to have her. But you didn’t want her to know. You didn’t want her you worry about you, because when Larissa got worried, it was all she could think about. She couldn’t work, rest, do anything. She’d have to get to the bottom of it. 

You pursed your lips and took her hand in yours, ”I know, and I appreciate that. But I’ve got this, Rissa. Trust me.” 

-

It had been a few days since that, and your condition and fatigue were only growing worse. Your work load seemed to have doubled since that day. You were trying (and struggling) to stay awake with the constant consumption of caffeine. 

The fog was growing thicker and thicker. You barely could see where you were walking. 

Larissa had had enough. She had been watching your extremely concerning situation unfold in the past few days into something much more worrying. She couldn’t bear seeing you suffer like this for a moment longer. This had to end now. 

You were sitting in your classroom, head buried in your hands as you tried to take a deep breath so that the pounding headache you had recently gotten would go away. You’d taken more aspirin than you probably should have, but it didn’t do anything. You were feeling miserable, physically, and that way, emotionally, too. 

Your eyes began to feel heavier and heavier, and you almost didn’t hear the sharp knock on your classroom door. You flinched harshly at that, squeaking a quiet, ”It’s open.” 

You heard the door opening and the familiar clacking of heels filled the room. 

”Darling?” 

Her voice was soft, almost a little wary. 

You raised your gaze to meet hers, ”Yes?” 

Her eyes were filled with concern, barely hidden. ”I’m worried about you. I can see that something’s going on, and if you’d just please, please let me in, I could help you. Okay?” 

You pursed your lips. You knew this was coming. ”Larissa there is absolutely no reason for you to worry. I am fine, okay?” Your voice was a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. 

”No, you’re not.” She snarled, her tone of voice contrasting the one she had just moments prior. ”You’ve been running on fumes for days! Darling, this… this can’t go on any longer.” Her voice broke as her eyes held a silent plea. 

Your jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the floor. ”I can handle it.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep convincing yourself that. 

”Y/N you almost collapsed earlier! This can’t go on.” She stepped closer, reaching her hand out to touch your shoulder. 

You shrugged off her touch, ”It was nothing. Just a moment of dizziness.” 

Larissa scoffed, her patience was wearing thin. ”And what happens when it’s not just a moment? What happens when you can’t get back up?” 

Something in that comment did it. Your eyes flashed with fury as your tone of voice turned into one laced with venom.  ”You just don’t get it, Larissa! I can fucking handle myself!” 

Her brows furrowed and you could’ve sworn you almost saw her flinch a little. ”Look, I am not trying to belittle you. I just want and need you to take care of yourself.” 

Your head tilted as your eyes held nothing but defiance in them. You felt your breathing pick up, uncontrollably, and how that pounding headache seemed to double, you started feeling a little lightheaded. But you chose to do what you’d been doing for god knows how long now. You ignored it. 

”I don’t, I don’t need you constantly watching over me.” You said, out of breath. 

Your wife’s expression dropped as she realized your condition and what could be happening next. She approached you cautiously, attempting to try and calm you down. ”Y/N, darling, this is not about control. It’s about caring for you.” She told calmly, cupping your face with her soft palm. 

You shook your head, ”You suffocate me, Larissa! I can’t breathe with you hovering over me all the time!” 

Larissa’s heart sank at that. She never meant for it to come to this. She only wanted the best for you, to protect you. 

”Y/N, please, I…” 

Your breathing laboured and before she could finish, your legs gave way and you collapsed on the cold, hard floor. 

”Y/N!” Larissa’s voice came out as a terrified cry as she rushed forward to try and catch you, but she was too late. 

Tears welled up in her eyes as she knelt beside you, shaking you gently and trying to wake you up. ”Y/N, can you hear me?! Please, say something..” 

Your eyes fluttered open, but you couldn’t focus on anything. Your breathing was still laboured and the words you tried to speak came out as a strained whisper. 

”Y/N, I’m taking you to the infirmary.” She breathed out as she scooped you up in her arms and rushed out the classroom. 

-

Since then, you and Larissa made an agreement. Well, you didn’t have much say in it, since Larissa demanded it. 

Larissa began monitoring your schedule, making sure you were following the new schedule she had made for you. And there was no room for negotiaton, absolutely no exceptions. 

Larissa also began cooking more, preparing the meals with care and love, making sure each one was balanced with important nutrients to get your energy levels for the better. 

Bedtime was the most strictly monitored. As evening approached, Larissa would guide you through a calming routine. She’d prepare a warm bath with your favourite scents, she’d slip in as well and wash your hair for you, massaging your head to calm you down. Then, she’d dress you into comfortable pyjamas and lead you to bed, prepare you a nice cup of tea and dim the lights. 

And she’d lull you to sleep with soothing caresses and words of affirmation, telling you how much she loved you, again and again, kissing your whole body as she did so. 

And it worked perfectly. You were feeling both, physically and mentally better. The dark circles under your eyes were slowly fading away, your energy starting to gain back. You also growed to appreciate your wife a thousand times more.

One evening, you were sitting in your shared bedroom, by your desk. Your laptop was open and you were determined to finish grading some papers for your students. Then, Larissa entered the room, the stern look on her face telling everything. ”Darling, it’s time for dinner.” 

You sighed, closing the laptop as you didn’t want to argue about it. And you were starving too. 

You ate in silence with her, you occasionally stealing glances at her. The way she fussed about your portion sizes, making sure you got the right nutrients for your health - you heart warmed as it was all an expression of love. 

Once you were finished, she led you to bed, undressing you and helping you with your pyjamas. I could’ve done that myself, you thought. 

”Now, off to bed. You need your rest, dearest.” 

You smiled as she laid down next to you, caressing your hair and kissing you softly. And you kissed her back, again and again.  Soon, you fell into a peaceful slumber, under Larissa’s loving gaze. She laid a final kiss on your forehead, ”I love you, my darling.” She whispered before drifting off as well. 

And if you looked outside, you’d have noticed that the fog had finally cleared. 

[ilovechubbieguys]

Chapter 3🍓

-lmk if you guys have any criticism i love criticism as long as its respectful!! Enjoy! Chapter 2 here!

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"Blake?.."

He turned around with a sour look on his face. I mean god he looked so diffrent i had no clue it was him.

I mean can you blame me! Its been 5 years since high school. Im shocked he recognized me to fast.

Theres no way hes still mad?! He knows i had nothing to do with any of that. Right? I mean ya i was there but iiii didnt do anything. That was all jenny and her boyfriend. I was simply a bystander. Kinda.. not really.

I do feel bad now that i think about it... he didnt deserve that. No one does. God i was such a little bitch in highschool

------------epic flash back memory------------

Jenny: heyy blake

Blake: oh uh hey jenny

Jenny: i wanted to ask you something

Blake: uh ya sure whats up

Jenny: did you have a date to prom yet?

Blake: no, no i dont why

Jenny: oh ok great! You know my friend y/n?

Blake: ya ive seen her around

Jenny: well she was wondering if youd go with her!

Blake: wait really?

Jenny: ya here ill put her number in your phone!

Blake: ok sounds good

--------end of epic flashback memory---------

Long story short it was all a joke. I stood him up at prom just for the fun of it...

I know im an asshole but i couldnt say no to jenny shed ruin me! She was the most powerful girl at school

And ive changed! I could never do somthing lile that to someone now.. i just hope i can make him see that

I walked back to the living room and saw issac was back but blake had left. I dont blame him between his getting yelled at by tanner and being faced with his highschool bully i wouldnt be shocked if he didnt come out till i left.

After a while of talking me and tanner ended up in his room taking turns taking hits from a cart tanner swore was his.

We where talking about everything and everything, you know high thoughts. Suddenly the door bust open "TANNER DO YOU HAVE MY NEW C-" it was blake

He stopped dead in his tracks staring at me, cart in hand mid hit. I froze up not knowing what to do. Was i smoking his cart right now...

I swear im gonna kill tanner.

"Tanner. Is that my cart shes hitting right now."

"Maybe..."

"OMG IM SO SORRY TANNER SAID IT WAS HIS"

"Just keep it i dont want it now that its been anywhere near you"

What. Did he just call me dirty..😧 i looked over at tanner "im gonna kill you."

Some time goes by and i decide i should go apologize to blake and not just for the cart. Tanner told me which room was his and i knock on his door.

*knock knock*

"Blake? Its y/n"

I dont hear a responce so i go in. Hes sitting at his desk playing seige. I take a look around his room. Rugs on the wall? Thats an interesting choice but i liked it.

I asume he didnt hear me so i walk up to his chair and tap his shoulder lightly trying to not scare him.

"Blake?"

He pulls the left side of his headphones off his ear but doesnt turn to you, to focused on the current match hes in.

"Hey blake i just wanted to say im sorry... and not just for the cart. Which i will replace.."

He doesnt say anything but you hear him sigh "ya like id believe that." Fair point

"Im serious blake i dont know why i was such a bitch in highschool you didnt deserve that..." i tried to sound as genuine as possible

"Well you where a bitch and thats that. Now get out"

Oh my god. He is impossible and ya sure im a better person but im still not gonna put up with disrespect "listen blake im trying here ok which is alot better then nothing at all" you say matter of a factly. I notice he had died in his game as his screen lit up red

He stood up from his chair and turned to me "ya hallelujah your a saint, a changed person thats great bye" he got pretty damn close to me for hating me and all

Ill admit him being this close to me made me relize he really was cute... maybe if he didnt hatw my guts hes a nice guy who knows..

But i sure as hell am not giving up this easily.

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GUYS ILL ADMIT THIS CHAPTER WAS NOT THE BEST IM SORRY 😭😭I GOTTA BUILD CONTEXT.

[scarlettoceaneyes]

heyyyy is there any chance you could write me somthing with quil x reader where he imprints on here and finaly has someone who matches his energy, like reader gets told she's to much a lot and quil is like nuh uh your perfect if not it's fine but i love my golden retriever quil and there is not enuf stuff for him

I love Quil so much! I wish there was more writing about him to gauge his personality, but he is such a golden retriever boyfriend. As a golden retriever personality, I feel this deep.

I would love to write this for you 🧡🧡 Hope you enjoy love!

Mirror mirror -Quil x imprint reader

“You wanna do the facial mask I got shipped from South Korea?” You ask your boyfriend Quil. He was always down for all activities you would let him do with you. Currently he was painting your toes at Emily’s. The pack was sitting around eating and hanging out. Jared and Paul gave you a weird look.

“Sure and maybe after they can hold hands and talk about their feelings!!!” Paul laughed as if his joke was the best thing he ever heard. Jared took the moment to join in, “and after we can discuss our hopes, dreams, and unicorns and rainbows, and blah blah pink and glitter.” They almost fell off the couch laughing. You faked a smile, Quil saw it but let it go for now.

Later, Quil took you home and asked to do the mask. He knew you wanted to, but you turned him down claiming you were tired. He let the topic go for now. He picked you up bridal style carrying you to the bedroom. You lived close to the apartment that Quil and Embry shared. Quil didn’t stay over too often as he was waiting for you to ask him. He would always jump at the chance. Tonight you asked him to stay. He wanted to talk about the pack making fun of you, but he wanted you to start the conversation.

“Hey babe?” Quil suddenly perked up as you hummed a response to what he wanted.

“How do you make the number seven even?” You rolled your eyes but the hint of a smile was showing. Quil knew he was going in the right direction to help you get back to him and out of your head.

“How Quil?” he smirked and you just knew this was going to be so corny.

“You take off the ‘s’!” It took you a minute and then you snorted laughing. “That was actually a good one.”

Quil couldn’t last much longer, “listen you’re killing me. Can we talk about it? I am still trying to mind the boundaries getting to be closer but I’m a golden retriever boyfriend. I need to know what’s going on in your brain at all time so I can help make you feel good and like the queen you are.” You blushed, like a lot.

“Quil! You are so silly…alright am I too much? All your friends laugh at me. I know you can’t choose your pack, but I feel more like an outsider there than anywhere most of the time.” His heart literally broke.

“Baby, don’t you ever think you don’t belong. You belong with me, no I belong with you! Wherever you go or whatever you do literally I’m going to be there loving it and cheering you on. You’re the stars in my sky pretty girl. I could mutilate Jared and Paul right now. I will next time I phase and catch them on not on patrol. No one EVER makes my girl feel less than she is. She is a princess, no a queen and I plan to treat her that way for life. You hear me baby? You are the only reason I keep going everyday until hopefully one day you give me little miniature me and yous.”

You were pushing back the tears at this point, but the way he held you and kissed you while proclaiming that was too much. He was too perfect. Always there- pure golden retriever energy.

“You are my mirror image. The perfect half, my better half. So much better. I would give you anything to be happy and feel wanted. I’ll move away with just you if that’s what you want. To a deserted island and just live off seafood and your love. Paul and Jared are dead believe me.” You were laughing at this point, he always did that so perfectly to cheer you up. He just knew.

“Quil baby, don’t hurt them ok? I love you and all you do for me. Don’t ever change ok?” He nodded and pulled you tighter against him. “How about we go do those face masks and order a pizza? Movie night and you wanna sleep over? I need you to snuggle with tonight.” His smile was bigger than the whole sky. “You don’t ever have to ask. You know my favorite place is holding you…well kissing you too but that’s a given. I love you pretty girl. Don’t ever leave me promise me?”

“Forever Quil. Forever my twin flame.”

[cat-mermaid]

@modeus-the-unbound made this great post:

They put into words something that has sat in my brain but I didn't know how to address it, so now I do:

THIS

YES

THIS DAMMIT

Even after Miq sheds off all of his parts, and even after using Mohg to further his goals, I’ve still always thought that the Miquella we see at the end of the game is the best damn leader the Lands Between/Shadow Lands could have even gotten

I’M EVEN COOL WITH MIQUELLA TRYING TO STEAL MY CHARACTER’S HEART AND HAVE ME JOIN HIM, THAT SOUNDS DOPE AS FUCK

“Divinity is a cage!” who is caging him if the GW is gone? What is this cage? Why is it bad? Why is it so bad that it would be better for him to be dead then continue on as a god who wants to save us all from the consequences of his mom’s actions?

“Becoming a god means he’ll be beyond saving and forgiveness!” FROM WHAT TRINA, FROM WHAT. If she would to elaborate just a little more, saying something like what Gandalf said in LOTR about the one ring, how though he himself would try using it for good, it would end up corrupting him and make him a monster?

If Trina had just said a little something along the lines of-

EVEN THE MOST NOBLE SELFLESS SOULS WILL BECOME CRUEL AND UNYIELDING UPON GAINING THE MANTEL OF GODHOOD. MIQUELLA WILL BECOME A MONSTER GREATER THAN THOU CAN IMAGINE

-OR WHATEVER THEN I MIGHT BE DOWN TO PUT MIQUELLA DOWN LIKE OL YELLER

in past fromsoft games, I’ve always accepted the vagueness of the plot and the lack of answers, because at no point in demon/darksouls/bloodborne does anyone ask the question “how did this happen” everyone is just living in the moment and you are just plopped into and given a goal, your character and the characters around you aren’t trying to solve anything, just to obtain somthing

but the thing is that in Elden Ring, we are given way more plot and character backstory about NPCs(specifically Marika and the Demigods) then the past games, and thus we’ve become way more invested in them then characters like Gehrman, Lady Maria, Annalise, Micolash or Eileen the Crow

we the player haven gotten so much lore about the Demi gods, especially Miquella, that care about their destinies, their goals and their success/failure.

You think I cared about anyone in Dark Souls 3? Not really because we don't get any really deep interactions with many of its denizens. ALSO that world was pretty doomed, no real saving it.

You think I cared about anyone in Bloodborne? Kinda but most of them died right away and ALSO That world was SO doomed unless you became an infant great one.

In Elden Ring we’re told Miquella is the equivalent to Jesus/Buddha, and that he has the potential to mend this world, set it right and make it a better place for everyone. We’re disappointed when we see that he’s just ended up in a cocoon in the end, withered up and old because Mohg seemly fucked up his attempt to fix his body and ruined the haligtree plan

But when we the player find out that in the dlc Miquella is actually fine and wandering the Shadowlands, trying to get the to gates of divinity and ascend so he can right his mom’s wrongs? HOLY SHIT YES!

Previous fromsoft games have never done this kind of thing, usually every character meets their tragic end and thats it! No hope, no second chances.

So thats why I think it hurt the fanbase so much to go through that emotional roller coaster only to be told at the end oh lol you have to kill him now its for his own good yeah the sleepy gal said so

All it leaves is a sense of bafflement, bitterness and disappointment. Being a Fromsoft game, maybe thats wat they were going for

(what am I saying its Fromsoft, of course thats wat they were going for lol)

[the-sonic-crew]

Tw (mentions of absuse, and death idk if half of what i say is a tw sorry)

You know that saying that kinda goes “trust takes years to build, seconds to break, and forever to repair”?

Well my moms ex, now boyfriend again lost all of my trust at the ripe age of 11, or whatever age/year/day he decided to out right call my grandma both a whore and a slut (he also lost both my nana’s and gramp’s trust that day aswell) but i stayed living with him. Because well my mom never left him her words were “if i know your in danger then we will leave him” or something like that (BTW HE EMOTIONALLY ABUSED US ALL) so one day i talked to a friend about how he treats us and how it hurts me alot and how it makes me feel and stuff like that, she straight up told me what he is doing is emotionally abusive, so after that realization i started actually seeing the signs, and pained me when i noticed after ever aguement that happens everyday (it still does)

It hurts me knowing how abusive he is to us even if its not physically, he gaslights us and guilt trips us, I managed to leave for about only 1-2 years idk how long, but once my nana passed away to cancer he was brought right back, my mom moved into the house, my aunt who saved me from this moved out, she told me i can always live with her but she moved into a 2 bedroom apartment, i do not want to burded her or leave all my stuff in the possession where this man has access to HE IS THE BIGGEST CHILD YOU WILL EVER MEET

It makes me so sad that my mom told me that he was affected by drugs and that the “reason” he is coming back is because he wants her help to get better, NO HE IS JUST A PARASITE! He is a leach who only uses her for her money, doesn’t help around the house is even makes my grandpa so mad he allowed my mom to even let him in the promise was “he is only going to stay for a month just until he find a place and a job” HE IS STILL JOBLESS ITS BEEN LIKE 6-7 MONTHS OR SOMETHING!

He doesn’t sound like he is getting better and sure as hell doesn’t help that my 13 year old sister threatened to leave, like i wanna leave so badly and i have people to take me, but what about my pets my children? What about my stuff? Where will i put it? I want to go and move somwhere where i can bring my stuff with, if someone could hire me and let me have a job to make the money just to rent atleast a one bedroom apartment then i could leave BUT NO ONE WANTS TO HIRE ME!

I have been trying since i immediately turned 16 i am almost 19 been looking for almost 3 years and im not too keen on yelling, and i express that BUT NO ONE LISTENS, yelling makes me wants to cry so unless i yell at the person yelling around like a lunatic i am not heard and yet i get seen as a monster…. Idk what to do im just…. Just ready to give up on life maybe i can finally be heard when i gone and when its written down because just existing and having the acknowledgement is clearly not good enough even if i have been saying this for probably 6 years now….

Im on the edge of this and i am so ready to just leave because staying isn’t enough anymore and moving out is also not enough anymore if i can’t even leave…… this is a topic I would randomly bring up when i am with my friends when i was like a bit naive and didn’t realize anything and id be smiling about it, my friends would also mention when somthing i say is serious…. I never realized i accidentally vented without asing my friends first if it was ok but again im still learning about life and basically live under a rock its not until i got older the more i realized the mistake i make… gosh im such a horrible person, not realizing my friends feelings or i probably made them uncomfortable… i used to also bring up something we had in common if they were venting idk why i alwyas said it with a happy face…

I need a hug so badly i need someone to listen to me talk, i need someone to tell me that i am enough and that i have been so strong for the past years, this man my mom is with doesn’t even care about me, his dad told him before he passed to see me and my bio brother as his “children” but he doesn’t…

Im sorry, im so sorry for this rambling….. and vent

I don’t really have anyone i can to anymore gosh im like going to cry im sorry

(I debated so hard if i should send this ask or not sorry)

Hey, hey, kid, it's okay

He hugs you and holds you in a firm, protective, warm hug. He feels like a heated weighted blanket and his fur is soft and comfortable. He smells like coffee with a dash of vanilla and lavender and it's very soothing. He doesn't let you go, but he continues speaking.

Just take deep breaths for me, ai'ght? If you need to cry, you're allowed to cry. Let it out.

...In my opinion, you should move out. For your own safety. Your aunt seems willing to take care of you, and you could stay with her and maybe even find a job.

The main idea is to keep you safe, you are more important than anyone else, and you matter so much.

The best I can say right now is go with your aunt where you'll be loved, try and get a job, and cut off contact with both your mom and her boyfriend, but not your sister.

Take care, Anon, and please stop by if you ever need something again.

/Mod undercut/

Hey, Anon.

I'm really sorry you've had to go through his for so long.

It's really horrible and I'm so glad you reached out. I don't know if it will help, but I made this google doc of resources that you may find helpful <3

HIPAIDKWTD

Stay strong Anon ,:)

[narhinafan]

Hey, about NaruHina, something in Boruto just seems awfully sketchy to me. I mean, let's be absolutely real to ourselves, if our wife, were to be Hinata, I would actually make extra time to SPEED UP in getting my workload done, before coming home to her, who wouldn't? Hinata is just amazing. She is the reason, why Naruto gets out of bed, along with their kids.

But in the beginning, the entire setup in Boruto, for some reason was trying to be like, "He is overworked", as if it completely forgets that Naruto can generate clones to do work for him, and he can share the workload with Shikamaru or Kakashi. And either way, why do we go this route of "neglectful parenting" again? Shouldn't Naruto know better to not bite off more than he can chew? And the fact that he and Hinata never, ever argue (sometimes, this is necessary, and I don't mean like this toxic kind of arguing, but like, discussing things, spilling their own guts to say what bothers them, that kind of jazz, sharing the grievances), at least from what I have seen so far (I haven't looked too deeply into Boruto, and I am kind of hesitant to, for many reasons), I dunno, to me, this paints Naruto in a negative light, as if he is purposely overworking himself, as a way to cope with the reality of him having initially failed as a father, husband and leader. Self-masochism, basically.

Not only that, it comes off as if Naruto's love for Hinata was only a ruse, and as the years passed by, all of it was lost in the process, as he was working towards becoming the ideal Hokage... and I find this pretty insulting, how dare they paint this couple like that? That's just dirty. ...Or am I just being weird? Because this is the impression I got so far.

Naruto is generating and using clones its why he ends up collapsing of overwork in the Boruto movie. Plus he is usually busy cause of circumstances or busy times like the Chunin exams more then anything other then those specific times he does manage make time to come home.

From what I can tell he is overworking cause it can't be helped especially since the village had a big development boom in recent years after the war and also is no longer really hidden likely increase the workload to such a degree that there methods aren't suitable for handling. Likely doesn't help that times are relatively peaceful which would hit ninjas livelihood quite hard. Its also likely even worse since Naruto is famous worldwide which would bring a lot of new business to the village on top of having to maintain peace and as the hero of the war has the most influence so people can't ignore his points. Add that the village has increased in both size and population before the village could fit in the crater Pain made, but in Boruto not only most of the buildings are now high rising ones, but they even had to expand outside the crater and build a city behind the Hokage monument. The current village is likely equal to two-three pre war villages together maybe even more.

Naruto does seem to get help from Shikamaru, but its not enough a lot of things likely need Naruto himself to take care of for lots of reasons and I bet his clones are the only reason they managed to handle the rapid growth in recent years.

Naruto's workload as Hokage is likely several time more then what previous Hokage had to deal with its not somthing he just assign away either.

I get what you mean, but I think Hinata is aware of just how much work Naruto gets especially cause of the education she got from her clan since a young age so she has some understanding of both political and management/development of the village.

I don't like it, but it is realistic in times of peace after war its normal for a development boom to happen. The leaf village benefited it from it the most, but at the cost of Naruto being worked to the bone to handle it.

[stylinsoncity]

Hello I🫶 hope you having a nice day so far this is just a random question but it pops up in my mind often so did you maybe plan or think of maybe write a little chapter in ~till the end of time~ about H meeting Val or sorf of having a chat or smt ? 🧍‍♀���It plays on my mind a little bit of jealous chatty H like this is my fiance so you better keep your distance hahaha well I mean since you have a lot going on and you mention that didn't know if you will add somthing to some of your works I just curious about it

hi, thank you!! hope you're having a good day too! i definitely have thought about it but i haven't started writing anything and i'm not sure i plan to. but it's hard to resist at least thinking about jealous h or l. i love jealousy in fics and do love writing it. i imagined what that encounter would be like after fully introducing Val in that last addition to till the end of time. Val is much older than H and also doesn't take anything seriously enough to be malicious but i imagine he ends up ruffling harry's feathers when he makes comments about how handsome louis is or alludes to a time they spent together but not necessarily because he's trying to upset harry (although i bet he gets a little kick out of the fact that it does). more so because he doesn't have boundaries or a filter and just exists how he wants.

and then idk i imagine louis kissing harry and reminding him that he's the love of his eternal life and harry unclenches. and then Val, now that he's bored with how in love they are, tells harry that he's happy they're both happy and maybe he reveals how desperate louis was to find a cure for harry's curse behind the scenes. and maybe harry won't be inviting Val around for dinner or anything but he's grateful Val helped louis when he needed it and the end!

that's how i imagine it would go anyway lol

but again, haven't started writing anything like this... and it's one thing to imagine all this and another huge thing to actually flesh it out. so idk! maybe! but i'm not sure how much more i'll be adding to till the end of time before closing it out. =/

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This idea has not fully formed in my brain yet, but dpxdc time reversal isekai. This'll be a bit disjointed so bear with me.

Danny phantom and DC are the same universe to start with. Danny goes darkest timeline (not in the dan way. Dan is boring. He does not exist for this purpose) after years of being legally not human and trying to run from the giw while the organizations that should of helped didn't.

In the original timeline he is found out in some horrible way and has to run. He is kidnapped by the giw. He frees himself and finds himself entangled with the batfam. Everything goes wrong, his tenuous relationship with them gets super messed up as none of them are in a good place, and danny is slowly dying. Eventually it all gets broken off.

Danny, completing his journey into insanity, kind of destroyes the universe. And on a little related tangent, when writing these kind of stories all powerful characters are hard to deal with. Characters like clockwork give me the ick because their pulling at the strings robs the characters of their agency and they often fall apart when you look at them critically. So I'm nerfing clockwork. He can see all the timelines, he can watch over them and prevent major fuckery, but he isn't just able to meddle as he pleases.

Like I said, Dan doesn't exist and the whole bit never happened (originally I said that because it's a lame plotline but now it has real reasons) so Danny's never met clockwork. Clockwork takes the burst of power from danny going nuclear and reverses the time stream.

Danny wakes up on the day the event that leads his parents to find out happens. He's unable to avoid it as he's confused and dissriented with a bunch of strange thoughts and images making his head feel fit to burst, but does avoid the giw while running away.

Onto discussions of a main plot point: the romance bc it's always there with time reversal isekais (and with my fics in general tbh). As I'm thinking about it it's hard to decide bc I recently read a bunch that annoyed me into disliking them all and made me step away from the cross over for awhile. But as I was thinking of what to write I came to a decision. I already have one of these for Tim, having it be damian would make all the other characters older than him and it doesn't fit the vibe I'm going for to have danny surrounded by a bunch of adults when he isn't quite one, Jason just isn't fitting in my head rn, so I'm making it Dick. (I did also consider bruce, but I didn't...

The ages I'm going off of: bruce 37 (27), dick 21 (11), Jason 18 (8), Tim 15 (5), Damien 10 (fetus.)

I'm torn. I like the concept of Bruce being the love interest better but i dont know if i like it more than Dick. Like I said, this idea came to me and I immidiently opened a a draft. The idea is not solidified. And as I think more about it, maybe bruce would be better. Because with crossover ships you can slap the timelines together however you want you can change the ages and ship characters as you see fit. My initial reason for not considering bruce was the ages and wanting all the kids to be around for the plot. So I'm going to do the math.

Danny gets his powers at 14. Gets away with only monsters of the week to deal with for the first year. Giw gets new funding and becomes a consistent problem into when he's 16. It's manageable for awhile. I'm going to say he deals with it well enough for them to pull back and regroup around when he turns 17. Six months later and The Incident happens and he's outed. He runs and in his panicked gets captured by the giw.

My initial plan (initial meaning first thought that occurred less than an hour ago) was for him to be kidnapped long enough to be thoroughly traumatized but not super long. Like a few months. And I'd thought his freeing himself might have somthing to do with them kidnapping Jason or somthing. And if I stick to that Dick works really well and I feel like there's some really good content in dick and danny ending up together.

With Bruce I'd have to adjust the timeline more. Both for my batfam agenda and to make it not icky. If bruce is going to be in his mid thirties danny needs to be a minimum of his mid 20s. So I think if I were to go with Bruce I'd extend the kidnapped time to like 2 years (so Danny's like 20) and have him spend some time in the ghost zone before coming back to mess up the giw? I don't know. I'm going to have to write some stuff physically.

This has gotten out of hand and now I'm confused and my head hurts. I think the difference in the decision in unstable young adult danny vs unhinged adult danny in the original time line.

And the other thing I have to consider is not just main timeline but post rewind attempt 2 timeline and how those ages fall.

Dick is easier because it'd be easier to not have to handle that mess. I could have what I want without worrying about an age gap. And I think they could be really compelling. Especially with the idea of Dick seeking out Danny to help Jason, the brother he thinks he failed. Their relationship is originally a will they won't they as Dick has to deal with his family being a mess and desperately not wanting to lose anyone again while danny is in a limbo between who he is and if he's human. And it doesn't work out. It blows up in their faces as circumstances tear them apart and force them to let go of eachother. And you get the forbidden romance trope as batman doesn't trust danny. And then danny loses his shit and everyone dies before the rewind.

I think after the rewind they'd restart quieter. Danny searches out a familiar person after running away. Dick had just become nightwing and set up in bludhaven. Jason is 14 and hasn't died yet. Maybe they'd meet organically. Danny is drawn to Gotham and ends up in bludhaven while skirting around it. He meets the new vigilante who he knows but he also knows he doesn't (his core remembers. The core always remembers). Dick finds himself drawn to this haunted guy he keeps running into, maybe it's his savior complex, maybe it's somthing else entirely. He figures he's some kind of meta, jumpy from escaping someone's experiments.

Eventually Danny will remember Jason. Dick brings him up and Danny's filled with dread. Dick thinks his reaction is wierd. But Jason is eventually saved.

If I were to write it this way I think I'd have a couple of different mystery plot likes that connect thematically but aren't actually connected. (A nightwing vigilante based one of mob bosses or whatever, Danny's whole deal, what the giw is up to, where their money comes from and how that's gotten on the jl radar). But that's all on that for now.

To summarize: they have a very turbulent relationship initially. Dick will eventually be forced to chose the bats over danny. Danny has not properly healed from the giw and slowly spins out of control. After the rewind it's a lot of Dick solving mysteries as Danny tries to heal. The plot would be majorly driven by Dick, Danny's is mostly internal.

Back to the bruce concept (reminder that these two concepts are not connected at all).

The thing with time reversals is that you have to decide in the beginning whether or not the reversal is seperate from the main characters original timeline or if it's continuous. Are they the age they were pre reversal or the age they were reversed to? How much of it do they retain?

With the Bruce option I matched it to bruce being like 6 years older than danny. So pre reversal danny shows up to investigate bruce when his connection to the al ghuls (10yo damien) is established. Danny is 30, jaded, and less human than the other version. He's been warped in a way. The torture was longer and he recovered in the zone. A lot of his friends and family died.

Some relationship stuff happens, some al ghul caused demon stuff happens, the world is destroyed, time is reversed.

I'm fudging the previous timeline a bit. Danny's reveal happens at 19 while he's still in amity taking a gap year to weigh his dreams against his responsibilities. The Incident happens. He's kidnapped for a few years. Escapes durring an expierenment that allows him to slip into the zone. Dedicates himself to destroying the giw.

Danny post reversal retains skills and knowledge but is still his 19 year old self. He returns to the day of the incident, is confused, gets outed, dips but escapes the giw. Goes to Vlad and demands money, resources, and a contract that makes him heir without the downsides of his shady practices. It's important to not at this point, danny is basically bluffing. The kid has no idea what's going on or if it'll work, but he spooks vlad enough for him to agree now, plan how to spin it in his favor later.

So Danny takes a bit to decompress from that shitshow.

Flash forward, bruce wayne notices he has a bit of a (new) stalker problem. Some guy he doesn't know (and Brucie Wayne knows everyone) starts showing up at all his galas and the charity events he goes to. 20 year old Danny Fenton, heir to Masters Enterprises.

Cue Romcom.

This would have a drastically different tone from the other version. Very fun and much lower stakes.

Anyway I'm done for now. I hope you enjoyed this 2 hour unedited rant. Might expand on both separately, I like them both.