#not really but as a trigger warning‚ kinda

[kxsagi]

ok i'm literally about to rip my head off instg. I'm asking because I LOVE your writing, but does anyone remember a ff with Kaiser with multiple trigger warnings (no NSFW) with reader who ran away from home and met him while she was rummaging through the garbage for food? That was the lore or something like that, ISTG I'M GOING INSANE BECAUSE I WAS STARTING TO LOVE IT AND IF SOMEONE CAN FIND IT I MIGHT MARRY THEM. Please let's help each other 🙏

“𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐩”

a/n: girl i’mma be so honest… i have no idea which fic this is and i’ve never read it 😭

but since you really wanna find it… and i like the plot idea… i figured i would write my own version

but if anyone finds the original, pls comment or message me their @ so i can tag them and credit them! 

(art credits go to jinxx_yu on X)

tw: child neglect, poverty, homelessness, implied abuse, food insecurity, emotional distress

you’re ten when you meet him. and you haven’t eaten in two days. 

it’s early morning, still foggy with dew, and the back alley behind the bakery is quiet, save for the soft rustle of your hands digging through the bin. you’re small enough to go unnoticed, quick enough to run if you’re not. but your legs feel heavy today. slow. your stomach cramps with every movement, and your fingers are shaking so bad you almost drop the stale muffin you find. 

you’re about to shove it into your mouth when a voice says, “hey.” 

you spin around, heart in your throat. 

a boy stands there. not much older than you. probably your age, even. but taller. sharper. he’s not wearing a shirt, just black sweatpants a little too big for his slim figure. he doesn’t look scared. doesn’t look mean, either. just curious. 

you narrow your eyes. “what do you want?” 

he remains calm, hands resting in his pockets. “nothing. just… i come here, too.” 

you blink. “to… dig?” 

he shrugs. “sometimes they throw out the ones that are only a little old. if you get here early enough, they’re not soggy yet.” 

you stare at him for a beat. and then you look down at the muffin in your hand. 

“… you want half?” you offer, quiet. 

he’s shocked. you’re too bright for someone living like this. 

“you serious?” 

you break the muffin in two, handing him the bigger half. 

“you’re weird,” he says, taking it. 

“so are you.” 

the two of you sit on the curb, eating in silence. crumbs fall into your laps. he tells you his name is michael, but he says it with an accent (mee-kha-el) and then adds, “but i prefer kaiser.” 

“why?” you ask. 

he shrugs again. “just… sounds cooler.” 

you snort. “okay, kaiser.” 

he grins a little, and it makes your chest feel warm. 

you learn a lot about him that morning. like how he hates the rain because of how fast it soaks his already-worn-out shoes. and how his dad makes everything he does a punishment. how sometimes he climbs on top of the bus stop just to feel above it all. 

you tell him you ran away because home didn’t feel like home. you don’t give details in the moment. you don’t need to. he doesn’t ask. 

“we’re kinda the same,” he says, picking at a loose thread on his waistband. “like… like nobody wanted us. so we had to want ourselves.” 

you glance at him. it’s the first time anyone’s ever said something like that to you. something that feels true. 

you nod. “yeah. we have to be our own people.” 

he holds out a pinky. “so let’s promise.” 

“promise what?” 

“that we’ll find a way out. not just survive. like… really live. better than them. better than this.” 

your throat burns. not from hunger this time. 

you hook your pinky with his. “promise.” 

𐙚

years later, you’re standing in the world’s loudest stadium. confetti rains gold. his name echoes across the world. 

but michael kaiser only sees you. 

you’re at the edge of the field, eyes glassy, mouth trembling with a smile. the same way you looked when you shared half a muffin with him behind a bakery all those years ago. 

he doesn’t hesitate, he jumps the barrier, running straight into your arms. 

“we made it,” he breathes, medal warm between your chests. 

you nod, laughing through tears. “yeah. from trash bins to trophies.” 

he kisses you like a promise kept. 

and when he lifts the world cup over his head, he looks at the cameras, the crowds, the sky, but smiles only at you. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[yanderes-galore]

Can I get a concept of yandere Koby from One Piece, please???? Thx!

Yandere! Koby Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Clingy behavior, Stalking, Manipulation, Violence, Blood, Mentioned coercion, Slight jealousy, Delusional behavior, Omg he's actually kinda healthy, Dubious relationship.

Koby is another yandere who I feel is just... really soft towards the one he loves?

He has made it a goal in his life to do the right thing as a Marine since he's seen how corrupt they can be.

Luffy, a pirate who taught him even pirates can be good and marines can be bad, helped him become who he is now.

Now Koby has made quite the name for himself in the Marines, even popular for his actions.

He's empathetic and always tries to do what's right, he's even emotional at times.

Koby can even be considered strong despite not having a Devil Fruit.

He frequently trains by punching ships to the point he bleeds... plus, he was trained by Garp of all people.

Due to all of this, I can see Koby being capable of causing issues... but he's so dedicated to doing the right thing that he's rather controlled.

Koby is mostly just... shy with you.

He used to be such a timid boy before being a Marine.

He's actually quite confident now... Until he meets you and becomes oddly shy.

He's never really encountered a crush before.

It's odd how fast he goes from a confident Marine Captain to a flustered mess when you speak to him.

He's actually tame around you.

He's soft and listens to every word you say.

Koby even seems like the type of person to remember you wanted something... then buys it for you later.

He would be VERY hesitant to do anything he fears will tarnish his image in your eyes.

Koby seems like he even feels bad to view his 'stalking' as... well, what it is.

He convinces himself that him wanting to know where you are at all times is just him being... protective.

He has always wanted to protect people as a Marine.

So... maybe he feels he needs to do the same around you because he finds himself enjoying your company?

It's... not because he hates not being around you... right?

He isn't trying to invade your personal space...

He just worries.

Koby is definitely someone who doesn't murder.

With the amount of strength he has, especially when awakening Haki...

He could kill someone.

However, his morals seem too high for him to intentionally end a life unless he wasn't well mentally.

Same thing goes for kidnapping.

Koby couldn't kidnap his love as a conscious choice.

Even just manipulating you has a bad taste in his mouth.

He's definitely someone who struggles to accept his yandere tendencies.

He knows they're wrong.

Which is why he fights against it so much.

He has thoughts in his head that tell him to keep you to himself....

Yet the thought sends chills down his spine.

Koby may even be hesitant to pursue the crush as a whole.

He worries he'll accidentally hurt you... as a Marine, he wants to care for you in a way that won't harm you.

Despite his denial, he's still a flustered mess when you speak with him.

He finds himself getting frustrated with himself more than anything when he sees you speak with someone and he gets jealous.

This jealousy... He tries venting it through training to get stronger.

He wants to use his negative feelings to work on keeping you safe... which is quite cute if you think about it.

It's already better than most OP yanderes... or yanderes in general.

He'll train until he bleeds to get rid of his darker thoughts and romantic feelings.

Yet it doesn't help when you come up to him, looking so worried when you see him covered in blood and bruises.

He claims his fine... but begins blushing again when you help tend to him.

Koby most likely can have a normal relationship with you if he allows himself.

He still vents his jealousy through training and tries his best not to scare you.

He makes sure to keep you safe by being around you, telling you he's just concerned.

Koby is surprisingly... healthy with his feelings.

He's so good-hearted he actually uses his jealousy to improve your relationship between one another through training more.

Koby would be so gentle with you despite his strength.

Your first kiss and all the ones after that are usually timid and gentle.

His hold is not usually harsh unless he's on edge.

Even then, he vents through more training.

After all, he wants to be an admiral, so he'll train until he gets there.

For the most part, you won't feel forced into a relationship with him.

He's careful to see how you're feeling and adjusts his behavior.

He'd never lock you in a room or cell... He wants you to love him mutually, not fear him.

The biggest red flag for him would be him potentially coercing you into staying with him or accepting his overprotective behavior?

Even then... He has found a healthy way to vent his fears and is more likely to talk with you instead of acting on impulsive thoughts.

He wants to be honest with you... he tries to be transparent at all times.

Even if you wanted a break for him, maybe for him being too smothering, he tries to allow it...

He's definitely crying though.

I suppose another red flag for him would be him begging to be taken back to the point of being too persistent.

Yet even then he tries to take your concerns into account and improve.

He may want you all to himself... but he also knows the best way to do that is to just treat you well.

If he just respects and protects you... he can keep you beside him for a long time.

Koby, while sometimes emotionally manipulative, is probably the healthiest yandere I've written.

No murder, no kidnapping, no over the top jealousy.

Koby knows exactly how to keep his love all for himself...

Which is through respect, communication, and ways to vent his behavior.

Safe to say, you won't encounter many problems with Koby due to how good natured he is...

Even his worst traits can be talked through.

[crossingfelix]

Ignored

Trigger warnings: nightmares, panic attacks, feeling ignored

Hurt/Scared one: Han

Comforter: Stray Kids

The request was actually that the others would ignore Han as a joke on his birthday but I can't, I just can't write that, my heart can't take that 😭😭 (only a little bit dramatic XD). So I had to make it fit a bit better... hope you still enjoy :3

Description follows later XD. Just so far: it's Han's birthday but the members ignore him or even forgot about him

Han didn't really care about his birthday. Sure it was nice to have a day with his members, without so many schedules to do, but that was really one of the only things why birthdays were special. Of course the members always made something they normally wouldn't do and there was cake of course, but the most important thing for Han was the time with the others.

Because the times where even Chan, Minho and Changbin were there were rare. They had too much to do to be there always.

And that was why Han loved birthdays. Not only his own, but all their birthdays. Those were those rare days of them doing fun things all together.

So Han woke up in the morning, stretching himself a bit. At first he didn't even remember what was special about this day. But there had to be something! He could remember there was something: But what? - wait! Right, his birthday! He had to chuckle about himself a bit. He seriosley forgot his own birthday.

He got out of bed and made himself ready. On his way downstairs, Han noticed that it was suspiciously quite. But not the everyone-is-still-sleeping-quite more like no-one-is-here-quite. And Han didn't like that.

When he entered the kitchen, everything was empty. No one was there. Jisung looked at the clock on the wall 8am. Okay, maybe Chan, Changbin and maybe even Minho went in the studios to get some work ready, before quality-time. The others would be probably still asleep. It wasn't even that late, maybe he was just pretty early. In the end, this is a day off, why would anyone stand up that early? he asked himself and went back into his room.

But the hours went by and no one even came to look after Han. At 1pm he decided, that he would go to the studios. Maybe they kinda forgot that they had a day off? Even tho he didn't care about his birthday, it would hurt him, if they forgot... But the members would never forget him, right?

As soon as he was at JYPE, he went in the 3RACHA studio. as expected, Chan and Changbin sat on there chairs, concentrated at the lyrics in front of them. Han saw that Chan had a frown on his face, always a sign that he got stuck up at something and forgot the time. "Hyung?" the rapper moved to Chan's side and tapped his leader on the arm. But he didn't react.

After a few tries he just got a "leave me alone please, I have work to do. Or is it urgent?" as an answer. Taken back by the cold tone in the leader's voice he stumbled back a bit. Shaking his head once, Han tried to stop the pain in his heart. Calm down Han, Chan-hyung probably didn't even take a break from working. You know how moody he can be. Jisung walked towards Changbin. He tried the same with his other friend, but he didn't even seem to see him. The youngest 3RACHA member even waved in front of Changbin's face, but he didn't give any reactions.

A unwell feeling started to grow in his body and he searched up one of the studios. The parts for some songs weren't ready recorded, so maybe some members would be there. And he was right: Seungmin stood in the recording booth with Jeongin, who read through some sheets of paper.

"Hey you two, do you know what is wrong with Chan-hyung and Changbin-hyung?" "I.N that word isn't pronounced 'muudy' it's 'muddy'" "Ohhhhh, now it makes sense!" the youngest didn't noticed him. The rapper figured, that it was because they stood in the recording booth and couldn't hear him.

He opened the door and said the same thing he said a minute ago. But the younger members still didn't notice him or... ignored him? Suddenly Seungmin turned in Han's direction, who was reliefed to be noticed. "Jeongin, why did you leave the door open? No wonder the recording sounded odd" "Oh, sorry my bad" with the door that banged in front of Jisungs face his hope was washed away.

More anxious he speed-walked to the dance practice room. he already thought that danceRACHA would be there. Han already heard the music before he opened the door. A wave of loud beats washed over him. He would never understand how the whole danceRACHA wasn't deaf with the volume they had the music on. Even Chan, who wasn't so much better with his headphones, sometimes told them to turn the music down a bit.

Jisung quietly sat down on a chair that was placed in the room and waited until they had finished the dance. Now he wouldn't be noticed anyways, no matter how loud he was, the music would be louder.

After some time, the music went silent and Han stood up. Felix and Hyunjin already got out of their positions from dancing, while Minho waited until the music was completely turned down. All three panted. Only god knew how long they already danced like that.

"Okay, done for the day! Let's go to the studios, Chan wanted to start recording in 10 minutes" and with that, they just left. It wasn't possible that they didn't see Han. While talking the three stood right in front of him.

The dancers chest tightened. He should go to the studios again. Maybe they were just joking with him. And he had to record his parts anyway.

The others already were in the recording room, when Han opened the door. Punctual, his part needed to be recorded next.

But before he could say something Chan mumbled "oh shit, I forgot to write down who should sing this part!" Jisung's heart froze. "I can do it. It's a rap part anyway!" "Okay, thank you, Changbin. I get lost in my thoughts way too often" Han couldn't hear more. He had already stormed out of the room.

Tears started to sting in his eyes, when the young dancer ran out of the building. What was wrong?? Why didn't they seem to see him? To know him?

He panted when he reached the dorm. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. As soon as he was in the safe place of home, Han started to sob. He slided down on the wall, pulling his knees to his chest. Why? why was it like this? He didn't understand! Why? Why, why why, why, wh-

"Is he already awake?" "Don't think so" "Okay then one..." "...two..." "...three..." "...HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANNIIII" Han's eyes opened and he sat up in his bed a bit too fast. For a second the whole room spun. "Han, are you okay?" the voice belonged to Chan, he could here it, but it sounded too far away. What happened. "Hey, why are you crying? Did we scare you?" this time it was Minho who talked. He cupped Jisnung's cheeks in his hands. But before he could get a better look at the younger's face, the rapper wrapped his arms around the dancers neck and started to sob into the fabric of his shirt.

All the members where stunned. That wasn't the reaction they expected. Minho looked at Chan with a look that said 'help me pleaseee'. As Minho 'said' Chan hurried to Han and kneeled down in front of his first Stray Kid, so he was at the same height as Han. "Jisung-ah, what happened? Why are you crying? Would you tell me please?" the leader asked softly, while rubbing one hand over Han's back. "I-I don't kn-know. You a-all ignored... ignored me..." The others looked at each other confused. But Chan smiled understanding. "Bad dream?" he asked, knowing the feeling of nightmares feeling real well too good himself. Han nodded and looked up from Minho's shoulder.

Against everyone's expections, I.N started to speak: "hey Hannie, I know it can be a scary feeling, but it's over now. We're here for you" "Yeah and we would never ignore you!" Felix joined in. The members moved close to Han to give him a hug. "Promise?" he asked quietly. But the others heard him. "PROMISE!"

END

Oh my god!!! Why did I need so long??? Give me new ideas please <3

[squid--inc]

....

[dailymanners]

If it can be helped, avoid making sudden loud noises around others without giving them a warning first that you're about to make a sudden loud sound.

If you absolutely need to make a sudden loud sound for whatever reason (for example testing your home's smoke alarm) warn the people around you within earshot first (such as your housemates who are home at the time you're going to test the smoke alarm)

First of all, PTSD is far more common than many might think, and sudden loud sounds are a very common trigger for PTSD.

Or even if someone doesn't have PTSD they can still be startled or frightened by a sudden loud sound, and obviously it's pretty unpleasant to be startled or frightened. But also, you never know who around you might have PTSD that could be triggered by a sudden loud sound without warning.

[new-revenant]

Itssss bingo time. I wanna interact with you guys on a bit more casual(?) level. Already did this a while back for my other fandom, but I wanna do it here now

Send me a DP character and/or ship and I’ll fill out a little square on here. DPxDC and other crossover ships are also welcome.

[evergreen-endo]

i’m thinking about my selfship with endo in the tfys universe and i really think a lot of our relationship would be me stirring shit up every now and then on purpose to keep him interested. the rollercoaster of emotions he experiences with takiishi is one thing, whereas with me he gets this unfamiliar feeling of comfort that i keep trying to break and he is just fighting to keep me around not realizing that my tactic is doing the exact same thing to him.

[wintersportism]

Stephan Leyhe/Andreas Wellinger - "Quiet of the night." (fic)

well well well. what do we have here.

right after welle won the first four hills comp in oberstdorf this season i wrote like a thousand words, then completely forgot about it. i just discovered it again and in a lovely case of hyperfixation wrote the rest of it in about an hour, so do with that what you will. better late than never, right?

so as for the timeline, this takes place after andi won the first comp of the 23/24 four hills tournament. for the sake of plot they’re not roommates in this (although we all know they always share, but let’s just pretend they all got single rooms for the tour). even though it’s a rather quick and short one at 2.2k, i hope you guys enjoy it. as always, i’d love to know what you think and appreciate any kind of feedback <3

Knock Knock. 

Stephan turns over in his bed towards the door, sheets tangling with his legs. The room is pitch black when he blinks sleepily, eyes protesting the unscheduled awakening. There’s someone knocking at his door, which isn’t an uncommon occurrence in the team hotel during the tour because someone always wants something, except it’s two at night and they only went to bed like two and a half hours ago. Stephan‘s brain is still muddled with sleep after the adrenaline crash that inevitably always follows a competition, especially one as electrifying as yesterday‘s. So, what on earth-

There‘s a third knock and Stephan squints at the door as someone gently pushes it open, causing a sliver of light from the hallway to spill into the darkness of his room. He can barely make out a silhouette when there‘s a whisper- “Stephan? Are you awake?”

Andreas.

Stephan sits up abruptly, every last trace of sleep gone. “Yeah,” he whispers back, which isn’t true at all given that Andi quite literally just woke him up but he’d rather fling himself off a hill than tell the younger that. It’s not like he minds, anyway, he’s got an open ear for all of his teammates, although maybe it’s a bit different where Andi is concerned. Stephan tries not to think about it.

Andi tiptoes into the room and closes the door behind him. Darkness falls back around them and for a long moment neither of them moves. Stephan looks in Andi’s general direction and waits for him to offer some kind of explanation, to start talking the way he always does without paying any mind to time, company or circumstances. After a full minute goes by without a sound Stephan starts to grow increasingly concerned. “Andi?,” he prompts gently, eyes searching the darkness for any kind of movement. 

“Yeah, uh, sorry. I shouldn’t have woken you up, it’s late, we’ve got training today and it’s stupid anyways, I’ll just-“ 

“Don’t you dare open that door, Andreas. It’s the middle of the night, what’s wrong?” Stephan hears Andi shift on his feet followed by the faint click of the door handle being released. The silence returns as the questions hangs between them, unanswered. Despite the odd situation, Stephan smiles quietly to himself.

“Stop biting your lip, Andi. It’s gonna be all raw and red on camera tomorrow.”

He hears Andi sputter over where he’s still standing by the goddamn door. “I’m not! It’s pitch-black in here, Stephan, you can’t even see me! How would you know that?”

Because I spend most of my time watching you. Because I could paint your face in a thousand different ways if I had just an ounce of talent. 

“Because you always bite your lips bloody when something’s bothering you. Now come on over here and tell me what’s wrong, please.” Stephan sits up straighter as he hears Andi shuffle through the room, leaning against the headboard. The mattress dips beneath him as Andi sits down on the edge of the bed next to his stretched-out legs, which isn’t as close as Stephan would like him, but it’s better than the other side of the room.

He figures this is the moment they should turn on the lamp on his bedside table since they still can’t fucking see, but something about Andi’s behaviour stops him. This isn’t like the younger at all; to be so caught up in his thoughts and feelings that it drives him out of bed in the middle of the night. Maybe it’s got something to do with how young Andi was when he started into the whole world cup circus, but Stephan has always admired how good his teammate seemed to be at compartmentalizing. One problem after the other, brain turned off periodically to rest, then switched back on to work out the issues at maximum capacity and all of that with endless optimism and a quick smile. 

So yeah, the more Stephan thinks about it, the more alarming he finds this entire situation. The least he can do is offer Andi the courtesy of keeping the lights off.

Not that it helps much. He can feel the tension in Andi’s body, every muscle coiled as if he’s preparing to make another jump from the hill. Stephan bends his knees a little, tucking them closer to his body in a silent offer for Andi to lean against them. He takes a deep breath and tries to prompt the younger into talking with an easy question.

“Did you sleep at all?”

Andi sighs. “Uh, not really. I think. Kinda been dozing on and off since we all went to bed but…time hasn’t really felt real tonight anyways. That’s so weird don’t you think?”

“What is?” Stephan’s eyes have adjusted to the darkness enough to make out Andi’s face turned in his direction to look at him, eyes way too wide and awake for this time of night.

“This! Me waking you up at this godawful hour just because, what? I won a competition? Been there done that, it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. And yet here I am and my body just doesn’t- it doesn’t-“ 

Andi cuts himself off with a frustrated sound, dropping his head into his hands and pulling at his hair. “My brain’s not shutting up, Stephan. It wasn’t like that after Lake Placid last season, right? What’s different now?” He’s desperate for an answer, voice breaking on the last word. 

Stephan’s heart breaks a little, too, because Andi sounds tired. Utterly tired; the kind of exhaustion that creeps up on you after an entire evening of adrenaline and endorphins and riding the high of a victory. He puts a hand on Andi’s shoulder and just leaves it there, applying a bit of pressure to let the younger know he’s here. His heart breaks a bit more when Andi leans into the touch, instinctively chasing the comfort. “What’s different, Stephan?” Andi repeats quietly. “This wasn’t my first win since- since everything, and it’s not like it came out of nowhere. It’s been building up for a while, right? I’ve been doing great so far, I feel good, I-“ He stops for a second before dropping his gaze to the ground. “I think I’m scared.”

There it is. Stephan has started to rub soothing circles into Andi’s shoulder and back while the younger was clearly working something out. If there’s one thing Stephan’s learned in all the years he’s spent with Andi, then it’s that sometimes he just needed to rant. They’re different that way, Stephan supposes. Whereas he himself tends to work things out in the relative peace of his mind, Andi needs to voice his concerns. Contact, feedback, the weight of spoken words in a space to be able to see clearly. And if he needs to do that at two in the morning, then so God help him Stephan will be the one that listens. 

“What are you scared of, love?” Stephan asks softly. Andi scoffs. 

“I don’t know. Messing up? Disappointing everyone? It’s like…it’s like this victory comes with a price tag, you know? With conditions. The last few years nobody expected anything. I was the Olympic champion with the tragic injury, so getting back on track was the only task I had and nobody cared when I messed up. Every good jump was a bonus. But now people keep saying I’m back and then I went ahead and won the first comp of the tournament and now-“ 

“-now everyone expects you to win the rest as well.” 

Andi deflates the second Stephan speaks the words out loud. His head drops forward, messy hair tickling Stephan’s arm. The older carefully moves his hand from Andi’s shoulder to his scalp, gently carding his fingers through the unruly strands. “I don’t know if I can do it,” Andi whispers after a few seconds of silence and lifts his head to look right at Stephan, eyes desperately searching for answers. Stephan holds his gaze.

“Listen, Andi. You don’t owe anyone anything – not the fans, not our coaches, not us. The only thing you owe yourself is to enjoy competitions like yesterday’s since you went so long without them despite always trying your fucking best. What you do is enough, Andreas. Every jump you pour your heart and soul into is enough, no matter where you rank in the end. This victory isn’t worth more than the one in Lake Placid just because it’s got Four Hills written all over it, alright? You could’ve given up long before you ever reached where you’re at today, but you never did. That alone matters more than whatever happens in the next few days. Because I know for a fact that you will fight for every point and if that’s not enough, then that’s not on you. I believe in you and so do the team and the fans and whoever measures your talent and worth by whether you win this damn tournament or not can go fuck right off.”

He inhales sharply after his monologue, which was admittedly longer than he’d planned. Andi stares at him, eyes wide and mouth open. 

“Uh, so” Stephan finishes eloquently. “You know. Don’t worry too much.” He shuts his eyes briefly, cringing at himself internally. Way to ruin this, Stephan. You’re doing fantastic.

He looks back up when Andi snorts and dissolves into quiet laughter. He can feel a smile fighting its way onto his own lips because honestly, no one is immune to the sound of Andi Wellinger’s joy. It’s even sweeter when Stephan’s the reason for it. 

Andi’s voice is breathless when he teases Stephan. “You say all that and end it with ‘don’t worry too much’? Really?”

“Well excuse me,” Stephan retorts, untangling his hand from Andi’s hair to put it on his own chest in mock offense. “I apologise for running out of sensible things to say in the middle of the night. If you’d like to register a complaint, I’m gonna have to ask you to do it at a reasonable hour.”

Andi giggles again, wiping his eyes with his hands. He looks back at Stephan then, tilting his head in such an adorable way that Stephan’s heart skips a beat or three. The silence stretches on for a while, the mood turning serious once more as Stephan practically sees Andi going over his words in his head. 

One of us is gonna have to say something because if it gets any quieter, he’ll hear how loud my heart is beating. 

Yet Stephan doesn’t break the fragile silence. Andi doesn’t, either. Instead, the younger shifts, turning to face Stephan properly with one leg folded under him while the other hangs off the bed, and pulls the older forward into a hug.

Oh.

Stephan wraps his arms around Andi’s waist instinctively because that’s just what his body is wired to do at this point. They’re usually in an outrun when this happens, but right now, as Andi is tightening his arms around Stephan’s shoulders and hiding his face in the older’s neck, Stephan would gladly never see an outrun again if it meant he could stay right here for the rest of his life.

They hug in a way that’s only really acceptable in the tranquility of the night, when the sole witness is the moon and the darkness swallows the thoughts of any consequences a touch like this might have. Time passes and while Stephan doesn’t know if it’s seconds or minutes or hours, he never eases the pressure around Andi’s slim waist. He’s unconsciously started to rub circles into the dip of it with his thumb and he doesn’t stop when he notices. Andi’s breathing is quiet and steady against the side of his neck. Stephan can’t help but smile when the tension finally bleeds out of the younger’s body. 

“Did you mean it?” Andi asks after a while, voice little more than a whisper. “What exactly?” Stephan whispers back just as softly, tucking the other impossibly closer. Andi makes the transition with ease, laying almost entirely on top of Stephan, face still hidden against his shoulder. “Everything. That I owe my victories to no one but myself. That you-,” he clears his throat, a bit awkwardly. “That you believe in me?” 

It comes out like a question and something in Stephan’s chest cracks a little when he hears it. Impulsively, he turns his head to press a soft kiss into Andi’s hair. “Of course I do, love. Never stopped. And I always will, no matter how the tour ends.”

Andi exhales then, a bit shakily but Stephan can feel him settle. He removes one arm from around Stephan to search for Stephan’s hand in the dark and holds on tight when he finds it. Stephan squeezes back, interlacing their fingers. Through it he takes everything Andi gives him; all the doubts and thoughts and uncertainty that overwhelm Andi’s infinite optimism only in the shadows of the night. Stephan knows that when the sun rises in a few hours, it’ll be like the clouds in Andi’s head never existed at all, because that’s just how he works. Stephan wouldn’t want to have it any other way. 

Until that happens, he holds on tight to the boy in his arms. 

Andi doesn’t go back to his own room that night. 

[affluent-havoc]

Something that fascinated me about the Chapter 2 trial was when Makoto says this (pardon the screenshot quality and SPOILERS AHEAD of course ^v^)

For one, no Makoto, you cannot know the exact thoughts Byakuya was having in that moment, not that I'm mad at you for that Makoto. But, anyway, I was thinking and, the only scissors we know of in the school for a fact are Jack's. And, unless there were kitchen sheers or perhaps anything in storage, there's no other scissors in the school that could be used. Plus, there is no way Byakuya's going to try and get closer to Toko and Jack any more than he has to just to nab some scissors. Which, another thing of note is that, in most of the pictures of Jack's murders, the victims are pinned to walls with the scissors which must be made of some strong stuff due to the fact that they were lodged into the walls strong enough to break said walls.

Another thing of note is, according to the localization in the little bit of the case file we're giving (shown up above of course ^v^), there's some more patterns with the cases. At least with what we're shown, two victims were both outside of their apartments in a parking lot which makes me wonder of Jack specifically also choses to do the murders outside, almost as if displaying the bodies out for the world to gawk at, to show the world their filth as a display of the betrayal they did to her. That's leaning towards speculative territory though. This also got me wondering some other stuff though. One, is Toko secretly buff in the arms or something? This is mostly a joke but also seriously. Toko is a twig unless Jack's adrenaline rushes are just that powerful! Though ghosts and martial arts teleportation (among other shenanigans) exist in the world of Danganronpa, so who am I do judge the realism here! Another thing I want to mention is, have we even been shown enough of Byakuya's own strength capabilities to judge if he is capable to break and crack a wall like that? Maybe he could. But, would he even deem it worth the physical effort? Which this all goes back to the specific phrasing Makoto uses here; "He consciously" chose to use the extinction cord". Maybe he did, using the train of thought that Byakuya might have felt it as "too much effort" to try and make it more believable or to have it be too much effort to find anything else to suspend Chihiro's body. But, this is also the same man who went out of his way to do all this in the first place. Which brings me back to the idea that maybe it wasn't him specifically using the extinction cord like that. Perhaps it was that lack of resources idea I mentioned earlier, not being able to get any other scissors in the school. He is a resourceful guy after all. He knows the Genocide Jack cases to the finite details to probably clock out that the victims where specifically suspended via the scissors being lodged into the walls and through the victims themselves. Moreover, he probably could have noticed that all the victims were guys too and, Chihiro being perceived as a girl at the time by him and everyone else, would have perhaps known all along that there would always be holes in this plan of his. He was at least carful enough with Chihiro's body not to touch it inappropriately, perhaps a hint of the gentlemanly upbringing of his (though that's speculation and cannot fully be proven) Additionally, there is also the aspect of time. Did he have the time to attempt to rummage his way into potentially finding scissors to make this crime scene look more realistic? Did he have time to potentially get close enough to Toko in the span of a night to find a way to snatch Jack's scissors somehow, and then be able to scurry his lanky ass back to the scene of the crime to pin up the body? Would he have time to think up of any other alternative to suspending the body other than to use the extinction cord? Would he even want to do all of that in the first place? This is all once again speculation but it just makes me curious. And, yes, he disrespected the dead by doing that to Chihiro. He didn't scathe the body though and it's already established he did not touch the body any more than he deemed necessary. That's a fact with the twist of the second trial and how much he really didn't know despite knowing who the true culprit was the whole time. So, who knows. Maybe deep down, there could be a part of Byakuya that didn't want to go that far with making the scene, which he knew deep down would never look real enough, knowing Jack's type of targets. There's just so much to this though. After all, Makoto himself isn't a reliable narrator in a way. The closing arguments are close to reality, yes. But not fully. After all, in chapter 2, since Makoto only knew so much before Monokuma gave the reveal and the closing argument was before that.

Who's to say he was EVER this sinister during the night Chihiro died. Who's to say that he CONSIOUSLY chose the extension cord. Perhaps he did in a way as a twisted sense of pity for Makoto who he suspected could be a far stronger threat to his chance of winning the killing game. It all depends on your perspective, your interpretation. I'm just rambling about all of this though! Stuff like this just fascinates me ^v^

[crossingfelix]

Stuck

Trigger warnings: Claustrophobia, panic attacks

Scared one: Chan (I'm sorry that he always has to suffer from my mind's ideas TT)

Comforter: Changbin, Felix

In @eternal-stay 's country is/was a blackout and we just pretend that it was in Seoul. Well and when there is a blackout, elevators get stuck. And who is known for being... no, not stuck in an elevator (that would go to skz' Felix and the Felix who writes this... is that kinda a Felix-thing???), no who is known for being up all night in the studios? Right Chan and sometimes Changbin. Well you can imagine or read the rest.

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"Hyung? It's already 2am, I think we should go home now" Chan looked up from his laptop, in Changbin's direction. The younger boy looked tired indeed and Chan started to feel guilty about letting him stay in the 3RACHA studio for so long. "You can already go Binnie, I'll just make this ready and-" "No, we'll go back together! I don't want you to stay here all night." The Aussie sighed but nodded defided. Changbin, clearly suprised that the leader didn't argue, just took it as a win.

After they saved their work, they went to the elevator together.

Normaly the leader wouldn't go in an elevator and preffered the stairs. Small rooms made him anxious. Like really, really anxious. But he was too tired to fight against Changbin now. What could happen anyway?

They waited until the elevator arived. As soon, as the doors closed, Changbin felt Chan grapping the right arm of the rapper and hold on it tight. "Sshh hyung, no need to be scared. See we're nearly there" Changbin tried to help the eldest. He got a slow nod back.

Suddenly, the elevator stood still and the light went out. Chan's grip around Changbin's arm tightened and he heard that Chan's breathing got faster. "B-Binnie, what's wrong?" the leader asked with a shaky voice. "I don't know. Maybe a little blacko-" realizing that his words weren't the smartest to calm his friend down, Changbin stopped himself. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned the flashlight on.

The rapper turned his head to Chan, so he could get a better view on the leader. As soon as the light hit the other's face, he turned away, clearly not wanting Changbin to see his face. But Changbin saw it and it broke his heart.

Chan's eyes were opened wide, tears rolled down his cheeks and his breathing was fast and unsteady. His already pale skin was even paler and his complete body was shaking.

"Hey, Channie, look at me, yeah? Can you do that for me?" Changbin was suprised how soft his voice sounded, but hardly doubt that his friend would listen to him. The more surprised he was, when Chan really turned his face in Changbin's direction again. Before the rapper could say something, the older one started to speak "W-what if we won't c-come out here?" Changbin tried to understand what his leader said. As always when Chan was scared, hurt or sick, he started to speak a mix out of Korean and English and his voice cracked at some point. He was swallowing down a sob, Changbin was sure about it.

"No, that won't happen, I promise." "B-but how do you... do you know?" "I'm very sure about it" Changbin went over to his scared friend and pulled him in a tight hug. That was enough for Chan to break down.

He started to sob in Changbin's neck, holding the younger member so tight as if he feared he could fade away or something like that.

If Changbin's heart didn't already break, it broke now. He had never seen Chan in such a panic, never heard him sobbing like that. He slowly started to rub circles over the other's back and tried to comfort him. "Sshh Channie, it's okay, we'll be fine, we'll be fine. We are safe, nothing will happen to us. They will find us, don't worry. Should I call Felix, so they know where we are? Or Minho?" "...Lix"

Changbin barely heard him through the sobs. "Okay, Felix it is then. Can I just call him and I hug you after it again?" he felt how Chan shook his head and started to sob harder again. "Hey, it's fine, it's completely fine. But can we sit down, maybe? It will be more comfortabe" this time Chan nodded and they sat down.

The rapper pullled his hyung closer to him and hugged him from the side, while he started to call Felix. He saw, that the other members already tried to call him. Hastily he tipped in Felix' name. "Please, please, please pick up Yongbok!" he muttered under his breath. After two ringing noises, a cracking sound could be heard and right after it Felix deep and with worry filled voice.

Felix: Changbin?? Where are you and Chan?

Changbin: In JYPE.

F: Are you both safe? The complete city is shut down, thanks to a blackout.

CB: We're aware of it. Chan-hyung is with me. *Whispering* but I can't tell you how safe we are.

F: What?! Where are you in JYPE?

CB: We got stuck in an elevator. Channie-hyung is freaking out completely.

F: I'll call someone to help you!

CB: Yeah, I guess that would be good...

F: I'll call you again as soon as possible. Say Channie-hyung that he doesn't need to be scared.

CB: Thank you, I'll tell him.

With that, Felix hung up.

Changbin looked back at the Aussie, who hid his head in the rapper's neck. "Channie?" he knew that Chan preffered that nickname when he was scared, so he tried to use it as often as possible in this situation. "Mhm?" Chan looked up to the rapper. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and tears still fall down his cheeks. "Felix calls someone to help us now. And then he will call again."

While talking Changbin gently pushed his hyungs head back on his shoulder and started to play with his hair. Chan didn't protest and just cuddled closer on his dongsaeng. "Are you still scared that something will happen to us?" Changbin asked softly and looked down at Chan, who nodded. "Y-you know I hate small rooms like this..." "Yeah, I know. Sorry for bringing you in here" "It's not your fault. I could've walked down" he still mixed the two languages up but at least he had stopped to talk so fast.

They sat there in silent for a little time, the only thing that was audible sometimes, were Chan's choked sobs and a slight pitch in his breathing. A look on the phone told Changbin 2:30am. He sighed and just wanted to put the phone away again, when a call from Felix showed up at the display.

F: Help will come as... as soon as possible.

CB: Oh thank god! Wait, why are you panting?

F: I-I'm on my way to JYPE

CB: What?! Why??

F: So I'm there as soon as you are out of that damn fucking-

CB: Okay, I got it you can stop swearing on this elevator.

Felix stopped running for a moment to catch his breath again. When he stopped, he noticed a weird backround noise out of the phone.

F: Is Chan still crying?

CB: Yeah and he talks to me *whispering* I guess.

F: Do you even understand something out of this language-mess or does it only sound messy through the phone?

CB: No, it does sound messy and no, I can't understand that pretty good, but until now, I managed.

F: Can you put me on speaker? Maybe I can understand him when he wants to say something.

CB: Sure

*Puts phone on speaker*

F: Hello? Channie-hyung, Changbin? You both hear me?

BC, CB: Yes

F: Okay that's good. Is help already there?

CB: It wasn't there a second ago and I would've told you...

F: Sorry my bad. Channie-hyung?

BC: Y-yeah, I'm here don't worry.

Changbin and Felix heard how shaky Chan's voice was, but both decided to not say anything to that fact.

F: Okay, good. You fine, mate?

BC: Yes, I'm fine.

F: Okay I'm nearly...th...damn...

There was a cracking noise again, then silence. "Damn the signal broke!" Changbin muttered. Chan stayed silent and stared at the wall.

"Hey, you really okay?" Changbin looked at his friend with worry in his eyes. "Y-yeah, just feel a little sick" "Do you need to throw up?" the Aussie shook his head. "Okay, just say if it gets worse".

They sat there a couple of minutes, until Chan started to shiver again. "Is it worse?" the rapper asked, before he realized, that the leader had started to cry again. "I-I just want to get out of h-here" "I know Channie I know" Changbin pulled the older one in a hug again. "This is so dumb! I shouldn't cry like this. It's pathetic. I should be stronger than this. I'm such a bad hyung" "Hush now Chan! First of all, this is not dumb. You are scared and that is okay and not pathetic, no matter in which position or situation you are and especially that you cry is so, so strong. And second, you are the best hyung we could ever have! You are the best leader in the universe, got it?" Chan nodded against Changbin's shoulder and let out a shaky breath.

Just when Chan had calmed down, the elevator suddenly started to move down again and the light went back on. Completely surprised Chan and Changbin stood up. The Aussie clutched the rapper's arm again, fear in his eyes. "Hey Chan, no worries, the blackout is over, that's why it moves again" the other didn't look totally convinced but stopped to grip Changbin's arm like his life depended on it.

The elevator stopped again. A moment nothing happened and Changbin was afraid that Chan would start to panic again. But then finally the doors opened to the sides and Felix stood in front of them.

"Oh my- thank god!" he shouted and opened his arms for Chan, who ran straight to Felix and out of "the thing right out of hell" how he would call the elevator later. Felix hugged his hyung tightly and Chan started to sob again, but this time in Felix' shoulder. "Sshh Channie, it's okay, I've got you, nothing can happen to you now" the younger Aussie whispered, while he smiled at Changbin who came out a bit slower (what wasn't hard with the speed his hyung had had).

"I'm so glad you both are okay!" Felix muttered to Changbin, when he joined the hug. "Me too. Me too, believe me" he got as an answer.

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Aahhhh, I loved writing this. Now I don't have ideas anymore and a long weekend so please, please, pleaseeee write ideas XDD

PS.: they arived at the dorm around 4am thanks to a traffic jam that had built up, which even blocked the way! No need to say that Chan never went into an elevator again and even Changbin tried to avoid it XD

[creepyjester]

Sometimes, I really hate being autistic especially when it comes to food. I will be literally starving, and I just can't find anything to eat that is actually enough food. I'm losing weight, and I really can't do that because of the medication I am on. My mom is worried because she knows I'm not eating enough, and she knows I'm not doing it on purpose. When she goes out of town she has to make sure there is food that is easy for me to make and she know that if she doesn't make anything for dinner that I'm most likely not going to eat. It's times like these where I wonder if I could actually live by myself. People question me when I say I am disabled because of my autism but seriously, it feels like I can't do anything for myself sometimes, and my mom is the only one who knows. My depression already makes it hard enough to have the energy to make something, but with the autism I normally can't eat things that are easy to make. Most basic sandwiches make me feel ill looking at them. I can't stand the smell of peanut butter and jelly. Mac and cheese, I'm really picking about it, and it's hard for me to make. I see a lot of people talk about their depression meals, and I'm so happy that they are at least eating, but most most of those foods I can't touch with a ten foot pole. People call me a picky eater, but I'm really not, I love so many foods from all different cultures and I will eat most foods, but it's the when I eat them that gets me. I can't just eat random food when I'm hungry it has to be specific foods that my brain tells me is ok to eat for that part of the day, but that changes through out the day. I just want to be able to eat things like a normal person. I don't like being hungry it makes me irritated, and it hurts because my body doesn't give me the right signals. The last couple of months have been so rough, and it feels like my body is actively fighting against me. I just want to have friends and not get anxiety so bad to the point that I'm shaking when I go to message them. I want to be able to eat like a normal person. I want the energy to do the things I love doing without feeling like a failure because I'm not good at something. I want to be able to take care of myself and actually live for the first time in years, but it's not just my brain fighting me it's also my body. I have been pushing myself way out of my comfort zone so that i can get through my life and enjoy it, but I need the energy to do that and for that I need to actually be able to eat. It all ties together, and I just want it to stop.

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

The amount of people that seem to be upset or side eye me over my nickname, since i've started dressing really masculine and wearing a binder and i've cut my hair short, it's crazy tbh.

[pinecone-gremlin]

Just felt right to post this today

[strawberryfaced]

haven’t had such a night in quite a while :’) almost forgot how to handle

[cosmicheartz]

Concept for a new lamb im working on + a seperate continuity thingy

Their Name is Maveth ( They/He )

He’s Solanges cousin ( he’s dead in her universe/continuity and she’s dead in theirs) and the universe they’re in is identical to Solanges but he’s the last surviving lamb ( regarding the lands of old faith ) instead

Still workshopping the storyline but some basic stuff

- Older than Solange ( he’s like late 20s-early 30s )

- unlabeled sexuality but is polyam

- A lot more morally grey than Solange ( like I’m talking a lot more fucked up in terms of morals to the point where it rlly blurs the line between morally grey and actually evil )

- Less hung up abt being a cult leader than Solange but is still bitter abt the whole situation ( also sometimes worries abt the whole power imbalance thing with him and his spouse/spouses )

- Does care abt their followers to varying degrees ( granted they care more abt certain ones than others ) but is very distant and closed off along with masking his true emotions from most of them.

- Despite that closed offness they’re very well respected by his followers. They present themselves as a mostly benevolent leader in public and only shows their more sadistic side when it comes to dealing with spies and particularly stubborn dissenters ( and a secret third thing you’ll find out very soon enough ). 

- Has a very inflated sense of justice and seeks revenge on the bishops for not just what they did to the sheepfolk but for everyone who was mistreated and fucked over by them ( and eventually this includes them enacting revenge on Narinder for the shit he did )

- Maveth and Naris relationship is genuinely awful, Maveth “spared” Narinder just to lock him in the temples basement and tortured him ( both physically and mentally/psychologically ). Narinder is now a husk of himself that prays for Maveth to get bored of torturing him and just kill him permanently

Here’s a list of the shit Maveth has done/does to Nari ( Major fucking general trigger warning bc it’s pretty gnarly ( some specific tws include declawing, eye gouging, forced cannibalism etc )

+ beheads him and revives him ( this is the first thing they do )

+ declaws him

+ gouges out his third eye

+ physical abuse of many flavors ( particularly flagellation )

+ deprivation of food, drink, and sleep

+ extreme psychological torture

+ force Nari to eat some truly vile shit ( literally and figuratively )

+ keeps Nari chained up to make sure he doesn’t escape or fight back

+ often drugs Nari with menticide mushrooms to keep him “ docile “

+ force Nari to eat the carcass of Kallamar ( Maveth used Kallamar for food after he fought his purged form and killed him im his mortal form. They passed it off to his followers as the typical squid from pilgrims passage )

- As implied before Maveth does not even entertain the idea of bringing the bishops back to their cult. They decide to just kill them after releasing them from purgatory

- the bishops deaths weren’t pretty either ( as shown with the fact Maveth literally uses Kallamar for food after )

- Maveths Followers do not know what Maveth is doing with Nari, They assumed they just ended up killing him or that Nari ran away.

- I’m still figuring out their other spouses ( if I give them more than one ) but one I have developed is a rabbit named Cheryl ( might make a separate post on her )

- Maveth cares deeply for his spouses ( especially Cheryl ) and they’re the few people he lets his guard down for. Though I’m not exactly sure if their relationship/s with them are exactly healthy though

[bakatenshii]

Now why do u have that as ur pfp… thats disgusting and disrespectful

hiiii hello xx I’ve always loved Saki from 177013! (and the doujin as a whole ofc) haha I remember I watched an interview with ShindoL once where he talked about how it wasnt even meant to be thaaat horny but more of a horrific story that spiraled out of control, and he never anticipated the reception of it.

anyways I’ve always just really related to her and take it as a cautionary warning of how I could’ve turned out were it not for a good support system around me! I just really see myself in her with how I used to be and my mentality and naivety and everything so xx