#she knows how miserable i am and doesn't even pretend to care about me. she doesn't even TRY to care about me at all.

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

actually yes! my mother does NOT deserve happiness.

[one-and-a-half-yikes]

Thought that hit me outta nowhere when I was half asleep this afternoon-

What the hell was Fanny doing at the gala???

We never come back to this, and although Cuphead calls it out:

We never find out if this is true or not. Will we later on? I fucking hope so cause I seriously want to know what the point was.

If we go with Cuphead's assumption here, that she was planning to "crash the party to prove a point" I am endlessly curious to know what point was proven and to who? Her parents (or more specifically her father)??? Oswald??? Did she think he was going to be there and wanted to show out (see what you're missing if you hadn't settled?) But that seems silly, she'd probably want to avoid him.

So maybe herself? Prove to herself that she made it to where she wants to be in life.

I think this one makes a little more sense to me. As I've mentioned in my Fanny meta, Fanny's life is stressful, and she's constantly dealing with so much shit on her plate. Between her controlling husband whose presence doesn't allow for the home to be a safe environment for her to escape the troubles of work life. Work life, where she's dealing with entitled and ungrateful patients on one hand, and on another rude colleagues who make her job harder for no reason; not to mention supervisors and managers above her who she has to answer to. Then, dealing with the smell and sight of bodily fluids of all kinds on top of that. Nursing is a thankless job, that part Fanny was right about. So at the end of the day you want to relax, right?

Well it's hard to do that when all your friends are busy, and your husband's idea for a night of fun is completely different from yours.

Fanny doesn't like to be in her own head. Ever. I think going to the gala was a way for her to let go of her worries and reassure herself that she'd made the right choices. Her life was great. Or actually I guess a better way to frame it would be that Fanny was PRETENDING she had made it. The fact that she was insistent on reminding Cup that she could "go alone" was interesting because I'm almost positive she didn't bring her wedding ring with her that night.

I think for her, this was a different form of escapism than what we are used to seeing. One where she envisions a life of luxury amongst the high echleons of society. Where she could pretend for one night that she wasn't going to go home to a loveless, abusive marriage. Where she won't have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn for grueling work as a nurse dealing with ink illness patients. One where she could be Cinderella for just one moment before the clock struck twelve. To pretend for a night that she was a single, young woman without a care in the world.

But we see how that turned out for her, and THIS is the part that left me puzzled by the end.

This girl is DRUNK.

And not even in the fun way where you go out with friends and come back fucking washed. She's pouty, miserable, and moody as hell when Cuphead stumbles upon her while leaving.

To get that bedazzled and feeling yourself. Pulling out all the stops to look good for a fun night out to THE biggest party of the year, only to be midway through the gala and sloshed put of your damn mind bemoaning how much you ended up hating the whole thing. I have a good guess as to why she hated the party, probably along the same reasons that Cuphead despises events like these. In Fanny's case, I think it reminds her a little too much of what she came from.

I suppose I'm more confused as to why she assumed this party would NOT be like that? What exactly did she expect from an event like this? Why go at all? She knew she would be the third wheel of what was very clearly an expensive all-out date between Puphead and Dovil. Why even waste your time on something like this? You wouldn't have any company, and as far as I know, I don't think Red went to that event either and stayed at the house with the patients? Even if she had gone, she's as much of a public figure as Oddswell, being his assistant and all, and wouldn't have had time to properly chat with Fanny through the night.

Betty isn't anyone important enough to go to an event like that. So, with few options and all her friends fairly busy, I ask, what the hell was the point? Of course, any single person could go to the gala alone, but most of those women who would go alone were probably of some importance enough that they could mingle with those in their class, right? Plus, the dance floor. Plenty of seats available to simply observe while eating and drinking. Diné, the black cat woman Bendy danced with at the gala, is a good example of this. Far as I know she didn't come with anyone and yet she was clearly having a grand time.

Anyways, I just find the whole thing strange, but this is my general speculation on why I believe she went. Even then I still think it odd, cause I feel like she could have just as easily gone to a regular club and had that experience.

NOTE: Was going to originally include Cuphead as a possibility, taking into account that the Cupanny Evil Author chapter seemed to hint that Fanny asked Cuphead to be her plus one to the gala. But that part just doesn't make sense to me, there's no way it didn't slip that Cup had a plus one, it would be silly to think she would pull a goofy stunt like that when she knew he was a public figure and all eyes would be on him through the night.

[jemstone55]

Small idea/thought of a avatar various x fem!reader

I'm just writing out whatever story i just thought of, don't judge me :")

(first time using tumblr posting something so i am not sure if i did this right tbh)

Atwow various × Kanao Tsuyuri!reader

Y/n lived in a very poor place and had been abused when she was very young. After being beaten,starved and miserable almost everyday,one day she broke psychologically and became an empty shell.

One day,she was eventually sold off into slavery but got saved by two sisters who are scientists. The sisters adopted and raised y/n as their sister. The younger of the two sisters named Shinobu Kocho was reluctant to adopt y/n at first but warm up to y/n and took care of y/n with her older sister. The older sister ,Kanae Kocho, gave y/n a coin and instructed y/n to flip the coin if she needs help making a decision.

As a few years went by, the kocho sisters were given the chance to go to Pandora as a part of the good scientist there. They brought y/n along to Pandora as they couldn't leave y/n behind and wanted y/n to also have a better life in Pandora. (Set two years before the twow)

When the three sisters got there,they were amazed with the sceneries of the planet. Kanao went out exploring one day and was just looking around, distracted by the life in Pandora,she didn't notice four pairs of eyes on her.

All of them being entranced by her beauty. The smallest of them all accidentally step on a twig and cause the human to turn around quickly in surprised. All four beings starts to panicked looking at the human while y/n just stares at them in a calm posture but have sweat dropping and feel alert.

The four pairs of eyes being Spider,Lo'ak,Kiri and Tuk.

They slowly come out of their hiding spot and all of them just have their eyes looking into y/n eyes. After a while of having a mini staring contest,the reader ran away quickly. The four quickly ran to y/n catching up to her. Then they talk cautiously to y/n,then y/n just flips her coin when they asked her some questions. Sometimes she just smiles and didn't answer the question,sometimes she answers them but in short sentences. This makes them all even more interested and curious about this human girl. All four of the strangers likes y/n's voice and wants to hear more so they ask y/n lots of question. At the end,after getting to know each other more,the three teens sorta have small unnoticeable crush on y/n while Tuk really likes y/n as a mysterious friend. They talked until dark and went back their respective home.

The Sully kids all talked about y/n to their brother, Neteyam, and their parents. They met y/n and likes her but is kinda weirded out by her using the coin making decisions. Wonders why she does it but doesn't ask since it's not really their business.

Neteyam,like his siblings, is mesmerized by y/n's beauty. Never thought a human could look this pretty-

Does feel a little envy that his siblings and friend got to know y/n first.

Neytiri was cautious and doesn't really like Y/n at first but starts to like and accept her seeing how y/n helps healing and protecting her kids(especially Lo'ak) when they go out doing something reckless and also because of how y/n isn't annoying or pretending to be one of them like a certain someone she dislikes *ahem* spider *ahem hem*

Like her children,she also likes y/n's voice and would make an effort to get to know y/n and sometimes would talk to y/n.

Jake just thinks of y/n as another daughter and would know his children is infatuated with the human girl.(Neytiri knows as well)

Y/n is always called by the Sully's kids +spider to hang out in their place or the kids use the excuse of showing y/n around to actually hang out with y/n

Y/n starts to help around the clan as she doesn't wants to be a burden when she's going around in their territory.

The clan accepted y/n as their own because of how the human helps around a lot and is really nice even tho she is mysterious and a bit weird in their opinion.

When the forest was burning,the kocho sisters sacrifice themselves for y/n to escape safely.

Y/n then also fights the humans with the na'vi as her sisters wish for her to help and protect the place and its people. Y/n became slightly colder but the Sullys are there for her and it kinda makes them a bit worried when y/n doesn't cry for her sisters death. She finally told them her backstory and how her brothers got killed just for crying,making the Sullys,the clan and others feeling sorry and protective of her and even more angry towards the sky people.(i really want someone to write their reactions towards characters backstory)

Y/n kinda just get adopted by the Sully family.

Jake decides to bring y/n along with them to the metkayina clan because she also got caught by Miles Quaritch with the others and he is worried that y/n is also gonna be targeted.

At the metkayina clan,ofc the clan members were angry,scared and wary of y/n's presence. The Sullys held a protective stance in front of y/n, Kiri hold y/n's hand to soothe y/n(or herself). But they didn't really need to, with the way of how y/n is,being calm and quiet,made the members intrigued by her. Her smile is so pretty that the members let some of their guard down. Ao'nung and Rotxo couldn't really make any remarks about y/n as they were mesmerising her beauty. Tsireya couldn't help but stare at the pretty human girl as well, intrigued and in awe.

Ronal harshly criticized y/n but stopped when y/n never say anything and have some thoughts that maybe this "demon" isn't quite bad.

After being accepted into the clan,the reader tried her best to learn the metkayina ways. She impressed almost everyone with how she learns fast and really well. Tsireya always wants to hang out with y/n to get to know each other.

Rotxo and y/n starts to have a pleasant friendship.

Ao'nung and his friends tried to taunt y/n but she just smiles and say nothing,making Ao'nung and his friends a bit frustrated. But Ao'nung can't help but wants to get closer to her,since he's not good with feelings and wants to keep his reputation infront of his friends,he just bullies y/n for being a "demon" and also taunts her about her coin.

The Sully kids gets really protective of y/n when they see Ao'nung and his gang trying to bully her.

One day,Ao'nung just gets really frustrated with y/n that he just threw her coin into the water. Y/n just panicked and franticly gets into the water to find her coin. Ao'nung and his gang was just surprised to see her like that since she's always in a calm posture. They did laughed at y/n but starts to worry as she didn't come back up for a while. The Sully kids,Rotxo and Tsireya saw the entire thing and did quickly ran to the scene but was too late when y/n rush into the water.

Y/n was so focused on finding her coin that she forgot her breathing lessons and just starts to drown without much care tbh, she's just thinks about the coin,the coin is the last thing she got from her late sister,it made her thought of how she lost the coin like she lost Kanae and Shinobu again.

Ao'nung quickly rush to save y/n while the Sully kids,Rotxo,Tsireya also dived into the water wanting to save y/n while Ao'nung's friends all waited for them to come out.

Ao'nung did saved y/n,but she was unconscious,everyone grew even more concern and scared.While rushing to Ronal to get y/n treated, the Sully kids and Tsireya all scolded Ao'nung and Rotxo just wanting to bring y/n quickly to the Tsahik.

The adults(Tonowari,Ronal, Neytiri and Jake) asked what happened. After telling them everything, Ronal and Tonowari just gets angry at Ao'nung and scolded him then make him apologize to the Sullys and especially y/n after she wakes up.

The metkayina na'vi then asked about the coin,then the Sullys just explained about it and told them y/n's backstory.

Ao'nung and his friends felt even more terrible after hearing what y/n had gone through as a child and now the metkayina clan knows why y/n is like this. This make the metkayina leaders have a sorta soft spot for the girl. They and the clan does accept her as a good sky person and also fully part of their clan.

Ao'nung changed and starts being nicer to y/n after the event. Developing a nice friendship. This made the Sully kids a bit jealous like prince fish lips was a big bully and now he's just being nice like all of a sudden stealing their best friend.

They were also jealous when the metkayina people starts to hang out with y/n more,making them spending less time together. But they feel less jealous when y/n always says they'll never be replace by these people.

Now the sully kids and the metkayina kids starts to have a competition of stealing y/n's attention wherever or whenever they can.

Now i feel embarrassed

I wrote too much lol

Once i start writing,i couldn't stop

[caspersickfanfics]

I’m curious as to what you think Cyno and Tighnari would do if they had to visit Dragonspine 👀 more specifically i wonder how /Cyno/ would handle it. I feel like him going with nari or him returning from a solo trip to nari would be very interesting, since Cyno wouldn’t risk his reputation by not going on said mission even if it cost him big time later~ thoughts ? :)

Oh anon, I love you for this ask. I have. So many thoughts.

First of all, this opens the door to so many unusual character interactions. Out of these, Lisa and Cyno's friendship is a really appealing dynamic to me - I think he's comfortable with her in a way that's a bit different to the way he is with Tighnari. I think Tighnari understands, to an extent, when Cyno wants to act tough and pretend he's more okay than he is. He doesn't baby him, because 1) that's not Tighnari's style and 2) he wants Cyno to be as comfortable as possible. I imagine that Lisa does baby him, knowing that he's uncomfortable with it. She thinks he's cute and as much as she does respect him, he's like a little brother to her. So, say Cyno ends up not doing so hot at Dragonspine, Lisa is going to force him to rest, she's going to give him all the blankets and soup they have to warm him up, and she's staying by his side as much as possible through it all. It's a little oppressive, but Cyno is aware and can appreciate that it's how she expresses her care.

In a similar vein, I've seen some fics positioning Razor as being like a little brother to Cyno, which - idk if they ever interact in canon, but that's intriguing as well. Razor finding him and not knowing what to do to help, Cyno trying to be reassuring when he just feels absolutely horrid. Um, also, I barely ever think about Amber but I'm picturing her on outrider duties and finding Cyno passed out in the snow and being like "wait... isn't that Collei's dad??" Helping him out and writing to Collei about it once Cyno's back in the city and on the mend.

Re: returning to Nari after a solo trip to Dragonspine. My brain has instantly latched onto an entirely made up illness that just keeps him feeling cold long after he leaves. Cold in a way that feels freezing, just chills 24/7, and the longer it goes on the more other symptoms build up. There's a cure, but it's all the way in Mondstat. Tighnari doesn't want to leave Cyno alone or move him, so he asks Kaveh and Alhaitham if they can get ahold of it. Meanwhile, Cyno just keeps getting worse. They stay snuggled up as much as possible but it's really just miserable until they can get ahold of the antidote.

I'm also thinking about CynoNari going together, getting stuck in a cave or something with one or both of them hurt and/or sick. Maybe they were going to meet up with Albedo and got attacked or encountered unexpectedly bad weather on the way. I am sure that Tighnari would be prepared for the usual stuff, but he couldn't have perfectly planned for, say, an avalanche >:)

Oh this is one big ramble. I dunno anon, I'm not sure if this is what you wanted but, you certainly did get... something. What are your thoughts??

[teamprettystevie]

A little bit of angst and a sprinkle of some hurt/comfort to get through the week

1. (Some People Say) You Can Never Go Home Again by  chicklette

Steve lets himself be held, lets the thick arm embrace him as he presses his face into Bucky’s neck. “I don’t want to do this without you,” Steve says, not caring that he’s getting Bucky’s shirt wet, not caring about anything more than holding on and never letting go. “Please don’t make me do this without you.”

Bucky goes back into cryo after CA:CW. Steve does not win at coping.

2. They're Blue For You by  Kian

When Bucky's memory starts returning, Steve is advised to keep his distance in order to protect Bucky from people who might think Steve's judgement is compromised if they knew how they used to be. Natasha picks up the slack in helping Bucky adjust, which Steve both appreciates and tortures himself over. Bucky is confused and worried, but doesn't know how to get through to Steve. Thankfully, one can always rely on Tony Stark to put his foot in his mouth in ways that eventually turn out for the best.

Or, the one where Steve hurts himself unnecessarily to protect Bucky from shadowy government types, gets super jealous of Natasha, Clint plays a deeply grumpy Cupid, and Bucky eventually puts an end to all this tomfoolery by bludgeoning all opposition with the brute force of his personality.

3. Now wait, wait, wait for me by  CoeurDeFaux

And Steve Rogers will ignore it all, he will run until he can't breathe, until the tears blur and everything he is and has become falls away and he reverts back to that barely five foot, one leg in the grave, piece of nothing he started as.

4. Breathe Underwater by StilesBastille24

“He’s had it tough,” Steve forced himself to say. “Stuff like that changes you. I think – I think for him I’m just a bad memory now.” It was gutting to say out loud. It was Wednesday and Steve was miserable.

Natasha studied Steve for a moment, the way she studied a tactical mission. Finally she shook her head. “That sucks.”

It was Wednesday and Steve was blindsided by how much he appreciated Natasha Romanoff’s friendship.

5. Like the Dead Sea by  StilesBastille24

It cut Bucky to the core and he hated that more than anything. That as much as he could let Steve down, as he could get things wrong, he was still Bucky Barnes enough to care so very much about Steve Rogers.

“Steve,” Bucky said with a tired sigh, “please not tonight. I can’t do it tonight.”

“Can’t do what?” Steve asked.

“I can’t pretend tonight. I can’t be someone I don’t remember how to be, not tonight. Try me again tomorrow. I’ll muster it up, I swear. But tonight, I am so tired, pal.”

6. why are we always stuck and running (from the bullets, the bullets) by  inevitablemeow 

“I’m tired, Buck,” Steve whispers, like it’s some heavy, shameful thing that he doesn’t want to breathe life into. “I’m tired.”

Bucky rakes his eyes over Steve’s face, catching on all the little things that have started to change as their bodies approach sixty together. The white of age shows in Steve’s hair and beard, now, blending with the blond to make it lighter than it’s ever been. He’s got the hint of crow’s feet, too, made more pronounced by the tired frown his face is pulling.

And Bucky knows he looks much the same. Short brown hair streaked with white, stubble that grows in more gray than anything else. The crinkles in the corners of his eyes are deep, now.

Old men, the both of them. Even with as slow as they age, the fact is they’re over a hundred and twenty years old. It’s an awfully long time to be alive.

--

or; It's time.

7. Put it in the Smithsonian by  Whendoestheshipsail

After Bucky falls from the train, Steve gets Bucky's letter. In 2012, Steve's therapist suggests he writes one back.

8. Give This Man a Hug by need_more_meta

Thor strolls into the Avengers Compound with a load of beer, and no one can refuse an impromptu party. He also brings a flask of alien liquor for certain superhumans who are immune to earthly alcohol.

Which is how they all learn a secret about Steve Rogers, namely: how much this man needs a goddamn hug.

9. I Still Love You, I'm Sorry by  Sam_Haine

Bucky and Steve have one of their worst fights ever. Bucky goes no contact, while Steve spirals in his guilt for what he'd done. It's not pretty for either of them and as it turns out, therapy might actually be a good thing.

10. If You're Reading This, Steve Rogers by  fallendarlings

Nobody tells Steve it's okay to cry.

Nobody touches him.

Nobody remembers Steve Rogers is a person under the mantle. It's okay. He hasn't felt like a person since he watched Bucky fall.

[velvetcloxds]

03- DEAR DAD

Dear dad,

I remember being seven waiting for you to come home from work and playing with your hair while you told me about your day- remember telling you I loved you while I braided the curls which matched mine, remember how quickly you said it back to me, how I giggled in your presence every time.

I wonder what I did wrong to change that, wonder when you began to hate me. Was it when I started resembling her? Did you find in me what you found in her, kindness, goodness that had to be destroyed, light that had to be set back to darkness?

When did I start hiding my smile, covering my laugh, when did I start fighting for my emotions to be validated, putting my worth in the hands of a man who doesn't see good outside of himself? When did I start locking myself in bathrooms while you screamed at the door about how insufferable you found my existence to be? When did I begin taking long showers so that the house would not hear my crying, wiping my eyes with cold rags so she wouldn't see the tears, so she wouldn't know how miserable I was?

I resent you. I resent the way I've lost hope in the concept of love, seeing merely affinity, like chemicals- a reaction, not permanence. I resent all the moments I had prayed for the comfort of someone's love while I watched you break her, break our family- destroy all that she had created herself into in merely a second. I resent you for the nights I had to stay home from friends so she wouldn't be alone with you, the mornings I had to guide her through panic attacks before going to school to write exams and pretend I wasn't shaken up, the times I had to make excuses for your behavior while you demolished my character for your enjoyment. I resent you for bringing me into a world where I'd never know what love was supposed to look like. For convincing me that being used was the same as being loved because even if I were to be thrown out and disregarded, for a moment, at least, I was wanted.

I hate who I am because of you. I hate how I give myself away in the hopes that whoever robs me of my pieces, would stay, would care. I hate that I cannot look into the mirror without seeing you- hearing your words as they meld over my mind to destroy me from the inside. I hate the way you make me work myself into emergency rooms where I begged to go home and study while the nurses tried to remind me how to breathe. I hate that I allowed you to make me ashamed of my weakness. I hate how I swallow my pain and my hurt for the sake of your satisfaction, how you make me feel like I've lost my mind when truly you were the one to rob me of it.

You filled my life with hatred and darkness and never allowed my light to shine, you put the flames of my soul out into ashes which you threw in the faces of anyone who tried to love me, and care for me. I cannot get through a day without your abuse acting symptomatic in my life. I wonder, sometimes, who I would be if you didn't fail me. Wonder how much of my personality was created merely to please you. What's real? My kindness, my achievements, my talents- I wanted you to see them, see that I was not a failure like you considered the rest of the world to be. You hid behind your demons but you were the one to conjure them and you still considered yourself ever serene.

Will I forever be plagued with this bitterness? Will I have to put my happiness on hold for her sake- to be her keeper, to be her rock? When will it stop being so offensive when they call me strong or mature or good when none of those were attributes found by choice? When will I not look with envy at my brother who left us so easily for his freedom while I wake day after day in the hell you've settled us in? When will I allow myself to feel without guilt, without regret? Will we always have two good days and three bad months where we walk around you on eggshells already partially shattered?

When will what you are no longer affect who I am?

Long ago, on the significantly bad days, she used to tell me tales of times when you were good, when your kindness wasn't a show, when you considered me yours, and the thought made you proud. You've tainted my memories with sorrow, and the only thing I will always remember is that above all, I just wanted your love, we just wanted your love and all you gave us instead was hate and torture and more pain than I could ever truly put into words.

For years I thought death was the way out of it all, yours, mine. Now I no longer have any desire to die, but every moment I'm forced to breathe I consider how much I wish her and I didn't have to live like this. I wonder if the end comes when we meet our Maker, I wonder who of us will be worse off, you for all you've done, or me for how much I hate you for it.

I just wanted a father. She just wanted to finally be safe. You made sure we didn't get either.

@txkingupspxce

[transenbyconfessions]

I'm AFAB/NB/Bisexual and recently met a wonderful, lovely woman whom I am attracted to and care deeply about and we converse nearly every day online and have become very close friends. Today, I finally got up the courage to tell her I felt attracted to her as well and had those feelings returned without any difficulty. I should be so happy, only…suddenly all the barriers I've been able to erect to make my dysphoria livable are crashing down around me and I feel like I'm falling apart. Now I suddenly find myself feeling humiliated, frightened, inadequate, and even physically ill at the thought of actually having sex with a woman as myself, rather than as the masculine construct I feel at home with in my own mind. I realize too late that on some level I'm terrified of intimacy, and I can't even believe it took me this long to realize how badly my dysphoria has impacted my life, even when I've spent years closing my eyes during sex with my husband (who knows about this woman and doesn't mind), even when I've been too shy to initiate after a decade together, even when nearly all my fantasies involve two men together, or a man with a woman, where I don't identify with the woman or at the very least where I'm disembodied in some way. As this all hits me at once, I feel like I can't stand the thought of my body lacking a penis trying to be intimate with her, my voice that's a bit too high saying sexual things to her, my stupid lack of confidence somehow proving that for all my aspirations of being more dominant, I don't have any real masculinity at all and I'll never feel attractive and desirable even though I'm not an ugly or gross looking person. My insecurity will never go away even though she thinks I'm wonderful and wants me unambiguously. I feel like I'll always be trapped as mousy *girl* just trying to pretend to be something everyone can see I'm not. I have been crying on and off for hours and now I just wish I had never told her how I felt, and now I'm also afraid that I'll never be able to get back to that happy, secure, masculine feeling I had in my head and maybe now I've ever ruined a wonderful friendship with my own psychodrama and she'll soon see just how pathetic I am because it's too late for me to back out or play it off and I can't pretend this never happened. Why does it have to hurt like this? Why do I have feel so defeated like I just want to run and hide or disappear off this stupid, cringe earth? Why can't I just be happy in my imagination or ever? Is it even because I'm trans or is it mostly because I'm neurotic and fated to be miserable? I just want to take it all back and feel halfway comfortable again and I can't. Goddamn it.

[missingn000]

Chapter 44 really was amazing!✨️

The Sukuna POV was an emotional rollercoaster except the rollercoaster is on fire and everone is screaming. He is so mentally unstable... Sugur might have won their fight, but Sukuna is winning the "my POV is a mental breakdown" contest (not much of a victory). Like he asks Yuuji if he thinks there is more beneath the surface and expect "no" because he knows how he presents himself and is not even willing to aknowledge that peaople are wrong??? He wants to be a one dimensional charicature so bad... Yikes.

Also he has such theatre kid energy! Everything is a performance with him in such a delightfully devastating way! Giving everyone nicknames to pretend that he doesn't know their names, only for Yuuji to call him out on the fact that he knows who Megumi is? Iconic. Defending the throne of skulls? Peak evil former theatre kid moment.

Sukuna really is putting a lot of effort into this act as a demon with a god complex. Quite a tiring act to hold onto for a millennium... He seems to be aware that he uses his god complex to hide his true feelings when he is lying to others, but when it comes to lying to himself using his persona as King of Curses he seems willfully oblivious. Or at least he was until Suguru used Divine Judgement on him and forced him to face himself and the fact that he is miserable and anyone with enough emotional intelligence sees him as miserable (like Yuuji), not as a god/vengeful spirit/demon crawling from hell/whatever else.

The fact that Yuuki knows that Sukuna is miserable but doesn't want to empathise with him is so... fair enough from Yuuji, like my poor sweet sunshine child deserves to be mad for everything Sukuna did to him and Toge, but also I am reluctantly annoyed because Kenjaku would be so smug about this and he doesn't deserve any second of enjoyment in life.

The new deal Yuuji made with Sukuna is certainly something. Also Sukuna panicking about dying even if he blames it on Yuuji, but also thinking (or refusing to think) that he will finally die is so interesting. King of having emotional inteligence but never using it to deal with his own emotions (valid).

Sukuna thinking about Yuuji's grandfather's last words and how certain he is that they are about him. That will be a devastating revelation, especially for poor Yuuji who just got the world's worst roomate living in his head. Kenjaku should have gotten hit by Mahito with that car.

The fact that Sukuna would have hugged him (even if he denies it to himself)? Peak sad wet poor little meow meow behavior.

"Can you writhe in agony a little quieter?" —> I would say Yuuji killed him with this, if not for "That once upon a time, someone loved you."

The "Don't leave me" that Sukuna will ignore because he is unstable and wants to only have 3 emotions.

I laughed out loud for a full minute at the crocodile story, I can't believe Sukuna randomly decided to help with that. "You limited yourselves with this esoteric plot"🤣 The kids going along with the story he invented too! Sukuna seems like someone that was fond of art, maybe once he gets over the whole being evil thing he can use that one minute he got from the deal to write poetry or something. Yuuji is also fond of drawing and stories now that I think about it. He is also emotionally intelligent like Sukuna. Definetly a weird coincidence.🤔

Sukuna being impressed? by the fact that Shoko would eat an entire tray of cupcakes meant for her children was kind of cute. "Good for her" —> I agree, she deserves it.

Yuuta hearing that Toge was hurt and instantly deciding to move to his school and abandon the "homeschooled by a former cult leader" life, peak gay behavior. You really managed to show his intensity and his progress with that decision.

"The fuck is wrong with you, by the way? You're cursed or something?" —> King of Curses and King of Tact and approaching sensitive subjects with care and understanding.

Poor Megumi? My boy is going through it.

The Tsumiki and Nobara friendship!✨️I am so happy you decided to give Tsumiki an arc! Nobara seeing that the perfect Tokyo girl also has problems of her own is so good for her. Tsumiki seeing that you can be combative and still have friends will be nice for her as well. They can learn so much from each other!✨️

Satoru finally meets his other kids! I am so happy for him and his horrible highlighter clothes. Yuuta even called him dad!✨️The Geto kids joining the training sessions will be good for them, especially Nanako and Mimiko who still need to let go of the stuff Suguru taught them in his post kfc breakup era.

"Satoru slips on his vivid shoes. They’re not so bad once you get used to them! Yuuta’s eyes are totally numb now." Forget killing a little girl for money, Toji's worst act clearly was telling Satoru that orange should be his favorite color encouraging him to wear eye burning neon everywhere.

Satoru's dented traffic cone fashion taste 🤝 Suguru's horrible knitting skills

i am so happy you liked it!! SADFGHJK i feel like sukunas entire EXISTENCE is an emotional rollercoaster, good god this man is a trainwreck. you’re so right, the rollercoaster is on fire, there are no seatbelts in sight, and it’s a never-ending vertical loop. he somehow has getou beat in the mental illness department, which is honestly a feat worthy of praise. or therapy. probably both. he asks questions he knows he’ll get the wrong answer to then gets hurt by those answers, but just keeps asking anyway for the twisted hope someone will see through his facade. he’s such a fucked up theater kid. it’s all a lie, it’s all a performance, but where does it end? how much of it has actually become his real identity in his pursuit to be perceived as such? i don’t think even sukuna knows.

you put it so well — he realizes he’s lying, but to some extent refuses to confront it: either by ignoring the contradictory turmoil inside him or embracing the fact that he’s a liar without acknowledging what he’s lying about. sukuna has a complex past with lying, and we’ll see more of it in his next pov as well as its origins when his backstory is revealed.

yuuji, my poor sweet sunshine. yeah, i agree that it sucks how kenjaku is right — at least at first. he was correct in believing yuuji would make sukuna fall apart, but, perhaps he hasn’t foreseen that yuuji could also be the only one who can put him back together…sukuna on some level realizes this, but he refuses to acknowledge it because that would require admitting he both wants and needs yuuji’s help. but you’re so right, he’s too sad and wet and pathetic to address it as things currently are.

so. that may take time. yuuji is still very resentful, and is having his beliefs challenged for the first time. their new binding vow certainly doesn’t help with it, especially since sukuna immediately antagonized yuuji with it and drove him away from his loved ones further. which of course means they’re stuck with just each other!! an interesting predicament, especially since sukuna wants yuuji’s attention so badly but gets hurt by yuuji every time he actually gets it. wow they’re a mess. god they make me unwell

sdfghjk sorry i always go off when it comes to yuuji & sukuna, they’re def in my top 5 favorite duos in the story. but wahh inuokko have my heart too <333 (though i guess both of them now have different surnames in this story….) yuuta is so accepting, and he finally feels like he understands someone else’s predicament for once, both relating to yuuji and megumi. and yet, both of them are distancing themselves from him and from their own feelings. yuuta has quite the task ahead of him for sure.

and so does nobara! proud of her for offering to help, and for accepting tsumiki’s imperfections, because it comes closer to her realizing even the dignified tokyo girls she admires are just people too.

i snorted at your last two comments lmao. so real, toji really encouraged gojo’s bad fashion in the sweetest yet worst way and now getou’s terrible knitting will make it worse. so happy for all of them.

thanks for reading!!!

[sidhewrites]

Chapter 6! I am suddenly confronted by the fact that I need to do some serious writing exercises with Haunted Archivists to figure out their interactions. But hey this is the first draft, it can be as stilted and awkward as it needs to be, so long as it gets written :3

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I can't remember the last time a morning had gone so miserably. At least the sky is still overcast, which makes me feel a little better about life as a whole. The universe may not care about one idiot in a small town enough to change the weather for her, but it was nice to pretend it did. Josie had texted early in the morning, letting me know she had free time this afternoon, and could I call her to arrange things? I hated how quickly I sat up, not even fully awake by the time I pulled up her name in my phone and called.

She didn't even answer.

I was an idiot. As sweet as Josie was, she'd always been bad with confrontation of any kind, which meant she was probably chickening out and too afraid to talk to me directly. I missed her like hell, but I wouldn't miss this.

Instead, I send a text -- Is 3:00 ok?

By the time I'm dressed, she's texted back: Yeah.

I wait for the three dots to appear and disappear, Josie typing and erasing her message over and over again on the other side of her screen. It doesn't surprise me. No doubt she's trying to find a way to tell me how hard this is, and how sorry she is for causing trouble, and so on and so on. I feel bad sometimes. I know she's not trying to make things worse. But Josie has always been too nice for her own good, and it lead to things like this, where I had to fill in the blanks and figure out how to fix things between us in a way that would make us both happy.

I'm not smart. It took me a while to figure this out about her and how to work around it.

With a sigh, I turn on my coffee machine, and offer a compromise. How about we meet at Mean Mug, and you can get your things then

Okay, thank you.

Cool see you then.

See you. Thank you.

I force myself to put my phone down before I make the mistake of apologizing. It would honestly be easiest if I just went and dropped things off at work or outside her apartment, but there are too many valuables in there I don't want to risk getting stolen or broken before she has time to get to it. I know Josie feels bad for what she's doing, but if I say sorry, then she'll apologize and bend over backwards to make it up to me, and I've got to do enough groveling later today for both of us.

My stomach churns, and I barely force down breakfast before heading to work.

Mr. Ngo isn't happy to see me when I arrive. I mean, I knew he wouldn't be, but he really isn't happy to see me. The office feels smaller than ever, air even staler and more difficult to breathe.

"Hello Kaz," he says. He'd been going over the schedule for the next few weeks. I get a glance of the tree trimmers' contact information, and resist the urge to make a joke.

"Morning. How's things?" I try to sound chipper, but it's not believable.

My heart drops further as Mr. Ngo hesitates, and looks down at his hands. He pushes himself up from the desk with a sigh, and makes himself meet his eyes. There's none of the frustration or disappointment I'd expected. I had assumed the Haunted Archivist team would have told on me the second they left last night, but instead, his eyes are red behind his glasses.

"Mr. Ngo? Everything all right?" I think back to the phone call he'd had last night. Oh god -- Phan. In my shame and dread, I'd completely forgotten about the phone call last night. I feel like even more of an ass than before.

He sighs, pulls off his glasses and wipes at his eyes before finding his voice. "I'm...going to have to take a couple days off, Kaz. Phan came down with a fever last night, and it's not going down." He shook his head. I swallowed my guilt, and made myself wait for him to talk again. "Look, she's in the hospital right now, and doctors are looking at her. I'm sure it's nothing, but..."

"No, please. Take all the time you need. Just let me know what you need."

He sighs again, and nods. I'd never seen him look so worn out. "I didn't want to tell you this, but we have overnight guests this week."

Shit.

"I know you wouldn't have approved of me staying out late, but I was looking forward to working with these kids. They're a couple of ghost hunters, very sweet. You'll like them plenty."

Anything but that.

It's a fight to keep my face neutral, but I can feel the muscles around my mouth tense, pressing my lips into a thin line, eyes widening.

"I just need you to supervise for the next few nights. Let them in at nine and let them back out when they're ready to leave. I'll do what I can to get someone to manage the day shifts, but..."

"Anything you need, Mr. Ngo," I say, and I mean it. Forget everything else. I can't keep him from Phan, and if that means working double- or triple-time to keep things running, so be it. I knew how to reach out to funeral homes and inform them of staffing changes, I had all our contractors' information on file. There was just one burial scheduled for the week, and I'd be able to manage that just fine. "You trained me on almost everything. I promise I can handle it."

It's like a massive weight falls off his shoulders, and he deflates with relief. "Thank you, Kaz. I can always trust you to take care of things."

"Any time. You look like you need sleep. Why don't you go home, and I'll take over for the day?"

"I have to schedule..."

"The tree trimming. I see the business card. Let me handle it. Okay?"

"Okay." He hesitates. "And if you need anything --"

"I'll call. I promise. You get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay."

I walk Mr. Ngo to his car and help him in, but he sticks his head out the window one more time. "You sure you can handle it on your own?"

"I promise not to raise the dead and unleash a horde of the undead on Stronte without you."

Finally convinced, Mr. Ngo shuts the door and turns on the car. I stand in the parking lot with as reassuring of a smile as I can manage, watching him go. But as soon as the car is out of sight, any hint of levity disappears, and I fight back a wave of nausea.

Shit shit shit shit.

The Haunted Archivists hadn't told him about last night, which was good. My job here has never been at risk, but I would prefer that not to change any time soon. But there was no way to avoid them in plain daylight now. I could try to pretend that it hadn't been me last night, crouched behind a gravestone and sabotaging their work, but I could also pretend I was ten feet tall with wings and extra eyes.

I drag my sorry ass back to the office, and sit down at the desk to review the notes. It's easy to tell my chicken scratch from his perfectly-formed blocky lettering, and I sort out the various to do lists and notifications. It's hard to focus on work, my mind constantly drifting back to the inevitable meeting where I'd have to face the Haunted Archivists and admit that, yep, the assistant groundskeeper was in fact their local nemesis -- who, by the way, was so very, very sorry about last night, and, hey, can I buy all of you a coffee?

Ugh.

Schedules. Notes. The headstones had just been cleaned, so I didn't have to tend to them for another week or two. I'd have to survey the damage from the rains last night, however, and see if any burial plots were loosened and needed to be tamped back down. The diggers were coming tomorrow to prepare a new grave for the burial, and so on and so forth. It wasn't exactly easy to fall into the routine of paperwork at the best of times. I hated sitting still for long periods of time without something interesting to do, but I couldn't let things slip even an inch this week. Mr. Ngo worried about everything far too much, and the last thing I wanted was to distract him from his wife.

By the time afternoon rolled around, I had gotten most of the necessary paperwork done, which meant I was free to step outside and answer a few basic questions for visitors about the historical significance of this headstone or that unmarked grave. It wasn't officially part of my job. We had a few part-time volunteers to act as docents and tour guides to those who were interested, but I'd been here for three years and learned more than enough to fill in. 

Everyone asks about Lucille Blue. Have we seen her, when does she come out, what does she look like. But I've lived here almost five years now, walking through the graveyard to get to class if not working here outright, and I'd never seen a single orb, much less a full-body specter. I tell them as much every time.

[transition here.]

I had hoped to get a chance to talk to the team first. Step up, hold out my hand, and make my case with a friendly smile. So it was more than a little troublesome that they found me in the office instead, pulling me out of my apology rehearsals. And though I've got the nicest, sweetest smile plastered on my face when I greet them, they recognize me immediately.

"Hi." I wave. It's pathetic.

"Hi." Lourdes looks me up and down, not the least bit impressed. "We're looking for Kaz Pine. Quoc said we'd be working with her for the rest of the week."

"That would be me."

"Of course it is."

"Listen, about last night --"

[She's super unhappy]

"If it would make you feel any better, I could get on my knees and grovel?" I don't often wish I could melt into a puddle and disappear, but this felt like an appropriate moment.

"Look, we had an interview scheduled with Quoc today. Are you gonna be normal if I ask you to fill in?"

"I've literally never been normal in my life."

"Great."

Great.

Though I call it a graveyard, this is technically a cemetery, which means there's a church on the grounds. Funerals would be held by the local priest, and a grave digger would manage the burial itself. The church fell to ruin during the industrial revolution. With a population boom, the townsfolk commissioned a new church, and left this one to the elements.

Nowadays, the church is mostly used by squatters and dumb kids who think it's a cool place to hang out and summon ghosts or take photos of each other. I've seen a few people try to call themselves urban explorers for going inside, but really, they're just idiots walking around the DO NOT ENTER signs and risking a broken neck when they descend the old wooden stairs to the cellar. If they'd just wait for a tour guide, we could at least take them a safer route.

I take the Haunted Archivists to the side door and let them scout the [apse? main room] for the best lighting before sitting down to talk with them. I go over a basic history of the town and the cemetery itself, plus a few fun stories I'd heard from over the years.

"It's normal for people to take a shortcut from the residential area to the local university, or just spend time here, since it's part of the historical tours they give on the weekends. One of my old professors claimed to be haunted a couple years ago. A full-body specter of a child would follow him from one side of the graveyard to the other, and show up at the edge of his bed in the middle of the night. It got so bad that he called in a priest to help banish the dead, but not before a couple of students tried to host a seance."

"Did they find anything?" Mick asks.

"Nah. One of them -- uh." I hesitate, feeling a grimace twist my expression. "Sorry, one sec." I take a second to clear my throat, and school my expression back into something that couldn't be described as I didn't mean to mention my ex girlfriend and feel sick to my stomach now.

"You okay?"

I make a different face, and aim finger guns his way. And then, finally, I manage to recover and start over. "One of them says she saw a shadowy figure walking around in the background, but it was hard to make out any details. Just that they were too tall to be a child."

"It wasn't just a local in the cemetery at night?" I don't miss the pointed edge to the question.

"No. We didn't have a night crew at the time, and no-one else saw the figure."

"So what happened?"

"Don't know. The story kind of died down after the priest showed up, but the professor seemed to be sleeping better at least."

Mick nodded, and reviewed his notes.

"Can you give us your version of Lucille's story?"

"Don't you guys usually cover that with some aesthetic stock footage and animation?"

"For our notes, please."

Ugh. But I do as he asks. "Lucille, born Lucille Cooper, moved here with her family not long after the civil war. They just finished a railroad at the base of the mountains, and the town's population was growing fast. She met a clerk, James Blue, and they fell in love. According to legend, it was love at first sight. The newspapers say it was a three-month courtship, or whatever the equivalent was at the time, but on the day they were to be married, someone found James' body in the woods. Lucille was heartbroken, and the mayor allowed her family to sign the marriage contract for her, allowing them to be married in the eyes of the law, if not god. She wore full mourning for six months, starting to sleepwalk and getting weaker with grief. One night, her mother forgot to lock her bedroom door, and they found Lucy the next morning, curled up on James' grave, dead."

"How did she die?"

"Nobody knows. She was sickly, but not to the point of death. And there was no sign of violence either. Her clothes were rumbled, but not torn or stained. Even her mourning veil was only a little creased. There were rumors she might have poisoned herself, but nobody wanted to believe Lucille could do something like that."

"What then?"

"Then, the Blue family had her buried besides James, but there's not a single record of his ghost ever being seen. Legend has it, Lucille's still here, waiting for her husband to guide her into the next life. For the past hundred-fifty years or so, people claim to see her in her mourning gown, waiting by her grave or walking around."

"Have you ever seen her?"

I shrug -- then jump as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out without thinking, and swallow the sudden surge of emotion. Josie's name sits on my screen, leaving me nauseated with a swirl of hope and dread in turn.

3:00? is all she's sent.

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[timeoverload]

Today went ok. I didn't feel quite as sick as I did yesterday so it made it easier to get through the day. I was super anxious this morning but it wasn't as bad after I took my lunch break.

I got really irritated with the morning team lead. I've worked with her for a long time and I was there before she even started. She acts like she owns the place and is more important than everyone else, which isn't true. She always has to be right about everything. Technically she and I both have leadership positions so she isn't above me but she acts like she is. She has always been a bully, usually for no good reason. She and another group of girls used to gang up on me years ago and I've never quite gotten over it. I'm generally nice to her most of the time unless she crosses a line. Sometimes it seems like we're sort of friends now but I know I can't trust her. I think she just pretends to be nice a lot of the time. I asked her if she cared if I went to take my lunch break. She said she needed to run downstairs and then I could go but then she changed her mind super fast for some reason. I had no problem waiting for her to come back. She suddenly snapped and told me to "just go to lunch" in a very angry tone. Some other people noticed and later told me that they didn't think I did anything wrong. It was confusing because I didn't feel like I did anything to warrant that kind of response from her. I am always very polite when I ask her things even when she isn't that way towards me. I try to help her a lot. I got back from lunch and she wouldn't speak to me and I still couldn't figure out why. She can be very hostile. I wonder is she's jealous of me or something. I'm not sure why she would be but I can't think of any other reason that she would be so mean and bitter towards me. It's almost like she enjoys seeing me miserable and bossing me around. Sometimes I can't sit down for 2 minutes without her barking orders at me so I have to be out of her sight in order to do that. Sometimes it feels like she is trying to get me to quit even though I've told her I probably won't be there much longer due to my health issues anyway. She knows I've been having a hard time but she doesn't care about anyone but herself. She's not very empathetic towards anyone. She knows I don't have any other options right now either. I really don't want to be around her tomorrow if she's going to be like that so I will try to just stay in my corner when I get there in the morning. I shouldn't have to put up with that shit at work. Sometimes it feels like I'm back in high school again. I'm going to try not to worry about it anymore tonight because there's nothing I can do about it.

I did get invited to go fishing in a few weeks with some people from work so that was surprising. I'm excited about that. My mom and I used to go fishing together when I was a kid but I haven't gone since then. I'm not sure if I remember how but it should be fun anyway. I'm looking forward to getting some sun.

I'm proud of myself because I went the whole day without having a soda and I made a conscious effort to drink as much water as possible. I was really sleepy and got kind of grumpy but I survived. I also made myself eat a lot. It's a weird feeling to have a belly again because I was just bones for such a long time. I probably don't look that different to most people but I can tell a difference and I feel like I look a lot better. I'm hoping my skin will clear up more once my liver function improves. I just need to continue to make better choices and I think I will be ok.

I took a shower and I'm all ready for bed now. It was a long day so I'm not sure how much longer I will be able to stay awake. I also took my medicine so I'm having a tough time focusing. Tomorrow is going to be another busy day so I hope I can get some decent sleep tonight.

[zwiebelii]

uhhh tw animal sickness, bc my cat isn't doing well right now, and tw for general me not getting along with my parents, especially my mom

My cat is currently sick, he was basically vomiting out all the kibble right after eating it, for 4 days. He's sort of fine now, we bought more expensive food which is specifically for cats who have stomach problems, and he can eat that. He also poops normally now (he didn't poop for a while because, well, he puked everything right up), and generally he seems fine, but today at 6 am my mom and I woke up because he was coughing and choking, and trying to vomit, even though nothing came out. So the timeline is, he was vomiting for 4 days, now he had 3 days where he was sort of alright, and now this, and yeah - I'm worried. Especially since my parents have never really cared about his health that much, and he is morbidly obese, because whenever he started meowing because he was bored and wanted to play, they would just feed him to make him shut up. He's now 15 years old, and generally it would be good to take him to a vet to just see if he's alright.

Also, my best friend works as an assistant to a vet, and I've been texting with her about all this, and she also stressed that it is time for him to visit a vet for once, no matter how much it costs. Plus he is still alright mood-wise, he still plays a lot, he is very curious, and just not at the point of seniority like my parents like to pretend he is. He won't die from a visit to the vet, ffs

Now all of this has been making me worry, and I've spoken up more about how my parents are overfeeding him, or that the sausage they like to feed him is unhealthy, etc. etc., and this has led to a fight, and it's just once again made me realise just how miserable i am here

In 38 days I can finally move out for real. Until the end of february, it's just a temporary accommodation, and I have to look for a flat for the time after that, but jesus christ. I am SO glad that I will be gone from here for real. My parents' behavior is not normal, specifically my mom's behavior. She's constantly controlling everyone, everyone needs to do as she says especially me because, well. haha, sexism and internalised misogyny, am i right boys 😎.

i am currently writing my thesis, and i have to stay home to do that. she gets pissed at me for staying at home. for a while i would go to the library to write - she would get pissed because i could easily work from home, why are you away all the time? is it because you hate us? you want to avoid us? you ungrateful bitch of a daughter, you're just trying to avoid cleaning, yadda yadda yadda

if i cook something, i get criticized for my choice of food, for using too much of the ingredients, for cooking too slowly. if i don't cook, i get called a freeloader.

it doesn't matter what i do, it's always bad in my mom's eyes, and i am always the worst and dumbest and most stupid daughter anyone could have. if i mention the tiniest criticism of something, i am "just like my dad's shitty family", i get called a "jew who never stops complaining" (yeah the antisemitism is still going, babes 😎), meanwhile she starts screaming out of nowhere, never pays attention to something like her facial expression (which is fine! i dont think everyone should be hypervigilant about what their face looks like. but she tells me to fix my face at nearly every occasion), and she's just all around rude to everyone here

my whole life she's been telling me that i am a rude, gross person, that i'm controlling, that i snap way to quickly, and you know what! i'm not! i have enough people in my life now that i know that that is not me! she is, in fact, projecting her own issues at me. and that sorta brings me to the last point-

there's hope. only 38 more days of this hell. i won't have to deal with them daily, i won't be confined to my room anymore, i'll be able to cook whenever i want, to leave the house whenever i want, to freely pick and choose what i want to do with my life, without this constant cloud of criticism for, quite frankly, RIDICULOUS things looming over me. technically, after 34 days, i have to submit my thesis, and after that, i do not need to stay at home. i can just fuck around all over town, and then, on December 1st, full move out.

maybe i should try doing a countdown to that? i would post it on my other blog (@zwiebel-studies). that might motivate me to get my shit together and get more organized, and provide me with a sort of.... "guiding start".

[nevalizona]

It's crazy to me that literally watching anyone else other than Cindy (Pl*asantS*ms) and you'll see people that are genuinely having fun playing the S*ms and actually like want to get to know their s*ms. Cindy sometimes just seemed like she was nawt having fun bc she makes such strict rules for herself and she has a tendency to act better than everyone else bc she "actually" does what her s*ms want (aka what Cindy wants but she pretends she cares about their wants). It's just really frustrating listening to her talk about how much better she is for how she plays when she:

1). Doesn't ever remember her own rules despite having a whole ass website listing them all.

2). Does nawt keep track of her games. She claims to but y'all-.- she doesn't.

3). Only caring about making her s*ms have babies yet complaining and whining about babies and toddlers and even kiddos the *entire* time.

4). If she is making 20 s*ms, she only allows for two gay male s*ms and two gay female s*ms. She says anymore than that is "unrealistic".

I know I am missing more, but this is what came to my head first. I'm sure you're reading this and probably saying to yourself "Stevie, if this is how she has fun playing why does it matter to you?" And to that I would normally say it doesn't! It's just that sometimes she even seems miserable by her own rules. Like she isn't having fun but won't admit it. I think people should play The S*ms however way they get the most enjoyment. What I think you should nawt do is act better than everyone else because of how you play, especially when you aren't consistent with it in the first place.

[yellingintovoid]

This has been bothering me but i just can't find a way to explain it to my mom in a way that makes sense. Or she doesn't care to listen no matter what I say, but I like to not think that's the case. 😶

But when I say I don't want to see my uncle's wife, I mean it. I would rather not be told that I need to stop being bitter and angry and get over it. That it happened long ago and I'm just being dramatic. That I should go over to my uncle's house where that woman lives because I'm not going there for her, I'm going for my parents.

How about, no. 🖕

I'm not going to pretend she didn't cause me and my then fiance, now husband, such terrible mental issues that we're still in therapy for it. That my husband gets anxiety attacks going near her street and I get so irrationally ANGRY going near her street, it feels like some form of PTSD. That she literally teated him worse than trash beneath her feet while I had to pretend everything was fine because I felt if I didn't, we'd lose our home, while also trying to keep my and his sanity intact because we had no support because everyone believed her because she was the "adult" and we were "kids," despite being in our mid to late 20s, while she was in her early 30s.

And my mom is all, "Don't be like that, you're there to see me, not her." If being on the same street she lives on makes me ANGRY, what makes you think if i'm in the same HOUSE as her it won't make me want to claw someone's face off?

I'm not going to pretend she didn't make my life miserable for 5 fucking years just because you want company at her house, mom. And it pisses me off and it hurts that my own mom would even suggest I try to I dunno, make amends or whatever after she knows the hell that woman put us through. As if I did something wrong to that woman to deserve the abuse.

Maybe I can let go of all the hurt she caused, but I feel like that doesn't mean that I am required to talk to her or even be in the same space as her. I also feel it doesn't mean I have to forgive her.

I can forgive myself, because I have a lot of guilt over why I didn't just leave earlier to save my husband the mental abuse. I should forgive myself for not seeing the signs earlier, for not speaking up harder or more. But I cannot forgive her for the suffering she caused me, and no one can force me to anymore.

I need to do what is right for me and my small family to keep our mental health safe. I just wish I could get this through to my mom.

[rikus-random-life]

Wedding Rant

10 days to go until my wedding and... I have already had enough! I want it to be over already!

People have an idea of what a wedding is supposed to be. They have an idea of who is supposed to be invited. They have an idea of what you're supposed to wear. They have an idea about every aspect of it, and if you don't stick to the socially accepted conventions, people retaliate. And will try everything in their power to change your ways. It's driving me crazy!

No invitation card? How dare you? No wedding clothes? You can't be serious? No party? What on earth are you thinking? No honeymoon? Ridiculous!

Shut up! And let me plan my wedding the way I want it to be. (For as far as that's possible...)

I'm already forced to have a ceremony I don't want or need. Where's the option to sign a piece of paper and leave!? I don't need your stupid speech! I don't want to exchange rings! I don't want to kiss in front of other people! I don't want to fake a smile and pretend I'm having fun when I'm not!

Fun fact, Social Anxiety and Weddings don't go well together!

Yes, I want to get married! No, I don't want a wedding! Why is it so hard to understand!?

Anyway...

Since we only have a simple ceremony at the city hall, we are allowed to bring just 14 guests. Which is just fine with us, we wanted to keep it small anyway. The initial guest count left us at 15 people though. (That's a list of only parents, siblings, and their partners. Can't really cut anyone out.) But, before even checking if all our potential guests were available, my fiancée had already arranged an exception to allow a 15th guest... Since then, we've learned that two people who were originally included in the count won't be there, so we are at only 13 guests. Fine, no problem.

And then it began... the quest of other people (that means, my fiancée a.o.) to fill up the open slots! More specifically, since we can, let's invite your grandmother too. Don't get me wrong, she is great. I love her. But... she was not on the original guest list. And I never considered inviting additional guests if someone could not make it.

Add the fact that any mention of the wedding already leaves me drained and nauseous! And the potential extra planning and arrangement that could arise from inviting my grandmother...

My autistic brain cannot handle it! There is not enough computing power left to deviate from the original plan and invite additional people. Doesn't matter if my fiancée would completely take care of the matter, my brain cannot handle it!

And I know it doesn't make sense! I can't give any good reason why I don't want to invite my grandmother, so people keep asking, keep pushing, keep driving me more and more insane!

Should I just give in? Give the go-ahead and pray I need not think about it anymore? Just accept I'll have an additional guest? It's still lower than the original count...

I just feel like, if my grandmother is there, the fake smile I'll have the wear that day must be even deeper. The wedding will instantly become even more exhausting.

Not sure why I feel that way...

I'm not going to enjoy the wedding, I have made my peace with that (I think). I will most likely try to forget the day as soon as I can. Because I will feel absolutely miserable throughout it! (And people will hate me for it.)

Every time I put it like that, it feels like I'm forced into a marriage I do not want. But that's not the case. I do love my fiancée dearly and I would love to call him my husband. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I just don't want a wedding!

Everyone around me seems to be much more excited about the wedding than I am... Which is really making me feel even worse for dreading the day. For feeling I will hate every moment of it.

The rational part of my brain tells me I am overreacting and the day won't be as bad as I think, but... that still doesn't change my stress hormone levels are rising with the day and I'll be feeling like shit until it's all over and my brain is either convinced it was indeed overreacting or I confirmed it was indeed as bad or worse than I thought.

So, for now, the first order of business is to sort out my dress. The one I ordered is not exactly as I hoped it would be. A bit more see-through than expected, so I'll have to find something to wear under it. And the skirt doesn't have as much volume as I'd like, so I'll have to add some tule/organza to the existing underskirt or create a separate underskirt to fix that.

Then I must decide what to do with my hair. Get the clips I need. After that, I have to decide on the design of my homemade wedding cake and get the ingredients.

Only after that, I may have some CPU left to decide on inviting an additional person!!

Until then, everyone, leave me alone!

[queen0fm0nsterz]

This post resonates with me spiritually but I would like to add my own two cents on it

What gets me about them is the fact that they are, all in all, completely opposite to one another, both design, personality and "role-in-the-narrative" wise.

RCG is mostly identified by warm tones and colors. Her brown hair, yellow raincoat, bright red bow tie, all of this leading back to her relatively "warm" personality. She's not necessarely the goody two shoes the fandom makes her out to be, but she's possibly the most altruistic of the Little Nights protagonists. Whenever the occasion presents itself where she has to chose whether or not to help someone, she almost always lends a hand - only exception being when she was chased by the Butler and closed the door on Six. Even then, though, she later goes out of her way to risk her life to help Six when she's being chased. Hell, I'd argue the reason she got chased by the Pretender in the first place is because she hesitated for that brief moment when she heard her cry. Like, she didn't make a noise or anything: she just stopped and stared. This doesn't happen with the other two antagonists, so I'm assuming the Pretender's tears were what moved her enough to not immediately dip.

The Pretender on the other hand is the exact opposite. Identifiable by her cool tones, like the greens and blues she wears and the white hair, she is overall much more "pointy" in appearence and personality. She's abrasive, spoiled, aggressive in her ways, everything you'd expect her to be considering her position. But, she's also unbearably lonely. Nobody around her is there because they want to be: the Butler and thr Craftsman are merely doing their job, the children are turned into dolls and also try to escape all the time, I doubt the Nomes ever approach her considering her attitude... Being alone because you're unwanted might even be worse than isolation due to outside forces. Not knowing what a genuine friendship looks like because you never experienced one is... just sad. Even though she is far more privileged than her counterpart, I think she more than any other antagonist in this franchise is the product of an environment that never really cared. If this was any other genre, the Pretender would be the most redeemable of the villains.

The reason why I brought up that RCG stops when she hears the Pretender cry is because, in another setting (maybe where kids don't get killed for starters🙄), that same gesture could have been the beginning of a turning point.

On one hand you have the Pretender, crying her eyes out about the miserable life she lives as a consequence of powers she didn't ask for, and on the other you have RCG, who has been trying to escape this horrid place only to be met with the tears of someone she shouldn't care about.

But how can she turn such a genuine display away? And how could the Pretender, who is initially standoffish and aggressive as she normally would be, reject the first ever display of concern for her well-being?

Idk man I'm just rambling at this point but this is to say I am Normal about them

Rcg and The Pretender is the ship ever for me. They’re both doomed by the narrative they love each other they’ve tried to kill each other their a scrawny street rat and rich aristocrat they die together one lives in the others walls their medusa and her girlfriend their both scared preteens their 

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{Burns and Bruises.}

Various!Tokyo revengers x m!reader - Reader pronouns: He/him - MLM fic Fic Genre: Yandere x reader, Angst, NSFW (no sex but implied)

Pairings: TR!Various x M!reader

Warning⚠︎: Yandere behaviour, Stalking, Eaves dropping, Implied non-con, Stockholm syndrome, Kidnapping, Character death, male pregnancy, hints of mental breakdown, hints of manipulation, mention of drugs, use of drugs, miserable reader, mention of murder, murder, violence, abuse, use and mention of blackmail, grammatical errors, unedited, unplanned work, angst, POV changing, etc.

Note!: You have been warned, this work is a yandere fic, if you are easily triggered please click off of this fic now, you are responsible if you are continuing to read this work, I am not responsible if you get triggered because I have warned you beforehand DNI: Fem aligned (she/her, she/they, etc...), genderless blogs. Minors, AGELESS BLOGS

✂ ⚋⚋⚋⚋⚋ Takemichis POV: Everytime, I and [name] go to meet each other, he always wears a turtle neck, long sleeves and clothes that always hides his skin, a mask, sunglasses- I always wondered why he wears those types of clothing, even on hot days he wears those type of clothing ‎ ‎ ‎

does he not get uncomfortable in those clothes? I would always ask him about it and he would brush it off with a laugh and say he doesn't feel hot, bothered or uncomfortable at all.. ‎ ‎ ‎

I never get why he wears those nor did I get any reason why but as I stare at his arms with a horrified and worried expression... I now know why he wears those outfits.. I didn't mention it to him, I pretended I didn't notice as he panicked when he realized he had his sleeves rolled up ‎ ‎ ‎

I've seen more bruises appear on his body as he starts getting comfortable around me and forgets about his troubles, I trusted him and told him about my power to go back in time and he trusted me about his bruises and the reasons for it ‎ ‎ ‎

He told me he got it from his boyfriends and that he couldn't afford to leave them... it's so.. stupid? idiotic? I dont know how to explain it but it- it's enraging, why can't he leave his boyfriends and why he keeps going back to them after breaking things off with them, it's so frustrating how I can't convince him to leave them, he always refuses to do so with a frightened expression ‎ ‎ ‎

I've had enough, I wanted to know why he can't leave those bastard of so called boyfriends, I asked him if he can meet me at the hideout we used to hangout in when we were kids, he agreed but told me he only had limited time, I understood, he was a very busy man.. taking care of his children while being pregnant? oh man ‎ ‎ ‎✂ ⚋⚋⚋⚋⚋ Takemichis POV: Time skip ‎ ‎

Here we are, sitting inside the hideout, the hideout was like a small apartment, it had a couch, a small tv, a kitchen, a bathroom, small dining table, etc... ah the memories of us hanging out in this hideout when we were young with our friends- well enough about that ‎ ‎ ‎

"[Name], can I ask you a question?" I interrupted him "Oh yea sure, what's up?" "Why do you... keep going back to those bastards?" "Ahm..haha... who?" "You know your 'boyfriends', they treat you like shit yet you stay with them?" "Takemichi I thought we already talked about this..." "We have but I just- I can't deal with the thought of how Im doing nothing while you get abused! didn't you say your pregnant? so why- WHY are you letting them beat you up?!" ‎ ‎ ‎

[Name] stayed quiet as he pursed his lips before sighing and shakes his head ‎ ‎ ‎ "can we just drop this topic? Takemichi please-" ‎ ‎"NO! why are you BURNING yourself over and over again?! what happened to- to not making the same mistakes over and over again?! what happened to the promise that we shouldn't play with the fire and blow it away and to distinguish it instead?!" ‎ ‎ ‎

[Name] stared at me then gave me a tired laugh and let out a small laugh, his laugh sounded so tired- I'm so frustrated why is he laughing?! this is a serious matter, he's getting abused and he's just letting it go?!

"I can't believe you still remember that candle thing I told you about Takemichi, Honestly thought you'd forgot about it.. oh the memories.."

the candle thing was something [Name] created when we were younger, he would always be a worry wart over us and would tend our bruises whenever we got beat up by Kiyomasa or some other gangster..

Burning yourself meant: making a mistake Lighting up the candle meant: starting a conflict Making the flame bigger meant: making the conflict grow Blowing or Distinguishing the flame meant: you've solved the conflict it was a silly thing but we all adapted to it and made our moods a little better back then because it reminded us of how silly the concept was but it was helpful when you didn't wanna say how this person caused a conflict directly- "[NAME] THIS IS A SERIOUS MATTER, YOU'RE GETTING ABUSED, PLEASE JUST OPEN YOUR EYES AND LEAVE THEM, I CAN'T STAND YOU GETTING HURT WHILE I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT" I shouted at him, I was standing from my chair at this point and looking down at him as he sat still on his own chair- The next things he said made me more worried, scared? frustrated? I DONT KNOW, I can't- I CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT I WAS FEELING "Takemichi... don't you get it? I'm stuck with them.. no matter how much I attempt to leave them, they find me and they drag me back with them.." "What- what do you mean?! who even are these 'boyfriends' of yours?!" they couldn't have had that much power did they?- "Takemichi, My boyfriends are Tokyo's top criminals.. you know who they are right? Manjiro.. Haruchiyo.. Haitani- Izana, Kakucho.. do I need to list all of them out?"

Now- now I understand why he seems so frightened whenever I suggested for him to leave his boyfriends

"Wait.. Izana? Kakucho?- aren't- aren't they dead? They died [name]! I saw them die!" "They didn't die Takemichi, someone rushed them to the hospitals.. It's a miracle that they survived.. besides they've figured out how they died and avoided it.." "HOW?! what do you mean they've figured out?!" "Takemichi... you aren't the only that can time travel..." "what..."

I was petrified as I stared at [Name], WHAT DOES HE MEAN?! WHO'S THE OTHER ONE?! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE- I HAVE TO TELL NAOTO ABOUT THIS

"Takemichi... don't bother telling Naoto.." [Name] says as he takes a sip of his drink.. "I have to! This information is valuable [Name]!" "Takemichi, won't you listen for once?! Naoto's dead! why do you think his office is locked this whole week?! BONTEN MURDERED NAOTO WHEN HE TRIED TO TAKE ME AWAY FROM THEM LAST TIME"

I refused to believe him as I trembled in fear, that's impossible?! if Naoto died then- then why- why is there no news about his death?!

"You're lying.. no no you're bluffing" "I'm sorry.. but I'm not.."

[Name] sighed and stood up from his seat and grabbed his should bag and put his hand on his stomach, he was 5 months pregnant after all-

"I'm sorry Takemichi but.. I have to go before they go here themselves and possibly end up killing you"

[Name] walked towards the exit of our hideout but I couldn't comprehend the fact that Naoto's dead, murdered- I didn't notice [Name] leaving until I snapped out of it and was about to shout for him until I realized

I had a gun pointed to my head

"Good job doll ♡~" Hanma said as he had his arms around [Name] while [Name] burried his face on Hanma's chest and gripping on Hanma's outfit "Good job indeed! HAHAHA, we finally fucking found you Takemichi!" Sanzu said behind me, pointing a gun at my head "HEY, I WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO KILL HIM" Baji shouted out loud with a pissed off expression whilst he was getting held back by Kazutora and Chifuyu

"Keep your voice down you imbecile" Kisaki said as he stood next to Hanma

My eyes widen as I let out a breathe, trembling, I looked at [Name] who was staring at me with empty eyes and an expressionless face

"[name].. w-what's the meaning of this?" I said Kazutora let out a laugh as he leaned onto Baji- whilst Baji complained and whined "Why don't you read the room genius? [Name] never actually considered you as a friend, he was only going to your little meet ups to help us kill you"

"You've given us too much trouble Hanahagaki." A cold voice said coming from the person I once called a close friend.. Mikey Mikey stared at me with cold eyes "Man.. you really thought we abused [Name]? How could we? He's our precious lover and He's pregnant with our baby! he has given us children in the past too!" Ran said "Hmm, Mitsuya did do an amazing job at making fake bruises and cuts" Chifuyu said

"[Name]- please tell me what they're saying isn't true- it- it's not right?" I said as I looked back at [Name] [Name] only sighed and turned around to hug Hanma the next thing he said broke me

"I wanna go home.. I dont wanna see him..."

"Well! You've heard what the man said! let's hurry up and go home shall we?" Hanma said with a big grin "Mhm, after all Izana and the others are getting impatient in the Limo" Kisaki pointed out "Hahh? I wanted to torture him first before killing him!" Sanzu whined "HAH! BITCH" Baji shouted

I could see Mikey- no Manjiro was getting irritated "Just drug him, knock him out and bring him back to the base then" Rindou suggested "No- no PLEASE" the next thing I saw was all black... name.. why.. I thought we were friends ✂ ⚋⚋⚋⚋⚋ [Name]s POV:

I flinched as I heard the impact of Takemichi falling on the ground I couldn't bare to look at him, after all he was my bestfriend who I not only betrayed but left to die and get tortured by my so called lovers..

"Good job dear! now that wasn't so hard now is it?" Hanma said as he laughed, walking to the limousine with his arms around me

"[Name]!" Smiley shouted my name happily as we entered the vehicle "Look what me and Angry got you!" he said as he gave me a bag of my favorite snacks and some things I've always wanted to get, I smiled happily as I received some kisses from Angry and Smiley

Oh well.. atleast I have someone that'll love me.. I'm starting to like this.. getting spoiled whenever I obey.. I should be more obedient, hah.. their praises are always so nice..

I'm sorry Takemichi.. but I don't regret doing this a single bit. ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎

End.