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Reconnect (14/29)
Sadie softly stroked his hair. He looked so defeated. She wasnât used to seeing him this way. âHoney, Iâm not totally following everything youâre saying, but it sounds like a lot for one person to deal with...â
She hesitated; should she ask? But if she didnât he might not tell... And it was probably best if he did. So she continued: âHow... are you dealing with all this? Are you... cutting again...?â she asked in a whisper.
Much to her relief, James shook his head, âNo. No, Iâm not." âGood. Thatâs good. So then what? Are you having distraction sex again?â
James sighed and closed his eyes, then nodded. âIâm sorry, Sade..,â he whispered without looking at her. âYou must be so disappointed in me...â âNo,â she instantly said, âIâm not. Iâm concerned. I worry. I feel sad for you. But Iâm never disappointed in you.â
#She means it too#she's genuinely concerned#but never disappointed#because she knows him#and she knows what it all means#tw: self harm mention#atoh#spring 08#ts3#the sims 3#sims 3#sims story#sadie stevens#james wyler
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Pit Bonnie learns being a FNAF parent is hardâŠ
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#pit bonnie#fnaf oswald#spring bonnie#into the pit#Pit Bonnie isnât prepared for all this#he didnât know being a dad would be this complex#he is just a rabbitâŠ#I genuinely wonder if Oswaldâs mom and pit Bonnie had conversations like this#like I know sheâs gone most of the time but she still talked to him right#was her husband being silent for a weak just not a concern#maybe she was too busy#or maybe she liked him just listening to her BAHAH#EITHER way pit Bonnie bit off more than he can chew
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thinking abt that line in dundee when logan says shiv makes boogie men out of the clothes she dumps on her bedroom floor. always has.
#itâs like. being surrounded by danger but in a way you canât quite identify#. so trying to describe it comes off as childish and irrational#. her concerns being brushed aside as invented or exaggerated for her whole entire life. she felt like that in her bedroom as a kid and#now he wont let her escape that position in relation to him#. sheâs placed in that infantilized feminized role in his head â because heâs dismissing her â also maybe because a lot of the time#he genuinely canât see what sheâs seeing?#but no matter what he believes itâs a very convenient role for him to cast her in. so flippantly too.. just like âoh you know how she isâ.#whatevverrrr#its crazy#shiv roy#succession#my art
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It's been only half a year and my custom Tintin doll has been through so much! @tenderlyhands and I have been taking him travelling, and last week they've taken him to Athens!
He's acquired some friends - Haddock is a Made to Move Ken and Chang is a slim Ken Fashionista with joints stolen from a bootleg doll. Haddock and Chang are also traveling - Haddock is currently in Japan and Chang is currently in Romania.
He's even gotten plenty of new outfits. So far I've made his Scottish outfit from The Black Island and his yellow shirt he wears in the earlier comics. A friend from work wants to take him diving - perhaps his diving suit would be a good thing to make next...
If you want to follow along on his adventures check out my Instagram @professorcalculusstanacc - I post more doll content there while keeping my blog more for comics and longer form stuff!
#tintin#adventures of tintin#fanart#doll custom#ooak doll#doll photography#london#athens#snowy#milou#chang#captain haddock#archibald haddock#at work we were joking about sending him to space and a colleague expressed genuine concern for him#she said he was a real person to her at this point đ„Č
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I havenât really talked about Jimmyâs hallucinated version of Polle but I do subscribe to the idea that that is the closest thing to Anyaâs true thoughts and feelings along with the representation of the hypothetical baby.
Text color, the whole horse attraction and monsters based on pregnancy/female anatomy, it joking about calling Jimmy old man? Itâs both Jimmy purposely trying to ignore Anya and what he did but also not being able to cause he knows, in the back of his mind it all links back to her. But the closet thing he can accept about it is that it fostered something that would be undoubtedly linked to him.
Itâs not exactly Anya and itâs not exactly the child. Itâs his manifestation of all the things he wouldâve failed doing for it and have already failed to take responsibility for. He failed as a decent person, a captain and he wouldâve failed as a father which are all things Anya would subtly acknowledge throughout the game in little ways.
It specifically being Polle, the mascot to the Pony Express is more likely a call back to how the pony express is used to mean things that were never going to make it or were rearing for an end. Itâs all symbolic and itâs all in Jimmyâs head because he refuses to acknowledge the real person and events his subconscious is basing it on.
#tdlr it is him acknowledging Anya and her genuine disdain for him and how heâd be a horrible father#itâs asking why heâs so concerned with fixing curly when he never fixed what he actually sowed in the first place#itâs her and itâs not cause he never knew her as a person and never saw the pregnancy as anything but a stain on his career and life#also how Polle talks to him is how Anya talks to him in my fic as I think sheâs a funny lively and well spoken person normally#but also traily??? like I think she can tell you exactly what sheâs thinking but she will go on and connect other things to it that arenât#obvious just because sheâs so aware of things which is also a nod to how good of a nurse she is cause u gotta be aware#mouthwashing game#nurse anya#anya mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#polle mouthwashing#mouthwashing#like Anya gives you the explanation behind the answer before the answer like are we understanding
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âAny introvert wouldâve LOVED Lord Debling.â
Penelope IS an introvert and she didnât love Lord Debling.
Sure, some introverts would love the solitude Debling would have provided, but idk why so many people think all introverts would forego loving relationships for the sake of solitude.
We donât like being around a lot of people, and we do value alone time, but that doesnât mean we donât want connection with other people or even that we want to be alone all the time.
Now Francesca and John? THATâs a great match for an introvert. They clearly have a connection, love being around each other AND theyâre able to give each other the solitude they need.
#bridgerton#penelope featherington#colin x penelope#francesca bridgerton#john stirling#polin#I donât hate Lord Debling#but a lot of you saying you wouldâve preferred Debling because youâre an introvert is concerning#I do think itâs valid if youâre not someone who wants to marry at all#so in that time period#Debling would be PERFECT#which I feel is the point#Debling would be perfect for some women in that society#women who genuinely donât want love but want a marriage of convenience#Penelope simply is not that woman#she WANTS love
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Me forcing myself to be grateful to be getting any queer rep at all when I know that getting one sapphic main character means we wonât get another
#bridgerton#bridgerton spoilers#genuinely very excited about Francesca#but VERY concerned that this will mean they have to make Eloise get with a man#even though she is the gayest character I have ever seen#please be brave Netflix and realise you can have more than one sapphic storyline#I am BEGGING#eloise bridgerton#creloise
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Alastor: did it hurt?
Charlie: what? When I fell from heaven? âCause Iâm an âangelâ?
Alastor: darling, you just fell down three flights of stairs.
#she was expecting cheesy flirtation and instead got genuine concern#hazbin hotel#incorrect quotes#incorrect hazbin hotel quotes#alastor the radio demon#charlie morningstar#charlastor#radiobelle#charlie x alastor#source: unknown
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I am so glad that the kid spectrals have such normal and caring spirits who will definitely not physically endanger and/or cruelly betray them in the midst of their lives already being destroyed by cults, monsters, and interpersonal drama. Itâs so cool and nice đ
#paranatural#pnat spoilers#paranatural spoilers#*SHAKES THEM ALL* BE NICE TO YOUR KIDS?#Isabel doesnât get an evil spirit partner but she does get all of her kind caring spirit partners forcibly taken from her#which she is subsequently scolded mocked and belittled for by a grown ass man. so sheâs also not doing great over here#I also feel like these parallels(?) are maybe harsh towards some of them#catnine is just straight up shitty. pacts will almost certainly be shitty in the future but technically hasnât done anything wrong YET#to max I mean. not in general. I side eye the sphinxes#muse and forge have the potential and motives to be shitty later but I personally doubt they will go as far as any of the others#and peekaboo. if Iâm being honest. I donât believe it genuinely has the capacity to fully understand that it is hurting/betraying Dimitri#like fully is just concerned with wanting a friend to play with and not being abandoned.#which obviously doesnât mean that Dimitri WONT get hurt/betrayed further or that the hurt/betrayal is in any way less#we also do not know whatâs up with Scrapdragon considering she is also currently incapable of experiencing complex thoughts lol#could be evil. could be cool. is currently just a big hungry and kind of irritated snake lady. which I love for her personally#I donât remember if Scrapdragon has been given pronouns. just that max calls her girl. assigned lady snake by the protag.
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i dont have all of the words for it right now but there's something so gross about the way sjm chose to handle tamlin's trauma and his responses to being triggered post acotar. and it's not the fact that she writes it at all, but the way the narrative beats you over the head with the fact that tamlin was Wrong for being harassed by amarantha and not giving her what she wanted, Wrong for being affected by it, and then he was Wrong for not pushing feyre's clear boundaries (her insistence to not speak about what happen UTM) when that is a trigger for the both of them.
tamlin's not sleeping in the bed as a beast as he is also incredibly traumatized after being utm, its framed as him being possessive. he doesn't insist feyre keep her powers secret and not come with him to hunt beasts because he had just watched her die, its because he's controlling. there's no addressing of how feyre was using him sexually as much as he was indulging in her, because the fact of the matter is they were on a path of mutual self-destruction.
then there is his and nesta's fandom and canon vilification and over-criticism because their responses to their trauma are "ugly." the lack of empathy their characters in particular draw. the narrative (rhysand's) insistence that nesta needs to get on her knees and spend the foreseeable future Atoning while tamlin can never make up for his actions.
the justification of the ic forcing themselves onto nesta. the fandom insistence that its rehab when they need to assert control over her, but she can leave at any time when someone points out that rehab centers dont let the therapists sleep with their patients. the gross fandom theory about amarantha being tamlin's mate and how he went "crazy" after the mountain because of it.
all of it reeks of both the 'perfect victim' theory and victim blaming
#acotar critical#pro tamlin#pro nesta archeron#sjm critical#rhysand critical#so apparently i do have the words for it#but also im going to want to rant about this later so im leaving it open ended#the fact of the matter is my god sjm can NOT write mental health without demonizing what she cant romanticize#and the fandom feeds into it#its genuinely so concerning
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A day in the life of Pampérigouste & her long-suffering daughter
I went on a llama safari today, following the girls around to see how they keep busy on winter afternoons, and what Iâve learnt is that Pampe is the only one of my animals who tries to find food when the weather is like this.
I know Iâm biased when it comes to interpreting my delinquent llamaâs behaviour, but it really looked like Pampe was playing at being a wild llama, eating twigs and bark and such, while the others faffed around because they know they are domesticated animals who are fed at regular intervals. Pirlouit wouldnât even follow us around the pasture, he just waited by himself near the moose in case the hay fairy came in our absence; Pampelune stayed with her family but didnât bother foraging, she was like âMy ten years of experience have taught me that humans always give us lots of hay on snowy days. This is a waste of time.â
Baby Poldine was like âMy ten months of experience have taught me that itâs better to listen to my grandma than to my mum, but she looks really happy to teach me this stuffâ
The Winter Survival lessons involved teaching Poldine how to eat the first hazel catkinsâ
âand which trees have bark that comes off easily. Pampelune just stood behind watching them like â... you donât have to eat tree bark.â Pandolf & I also declined to partake and although Poldine gamely tried to gnaw at some tree bark, she quickly became self-conscious.
PampĂ©rigouste then disappeared into a thicket (the same one where I once found secret elder trees!) and Pampelune was like âThe good thing about my child being an adult is I no longer have to follow herâ and waited outside like the dignified grandma she is, while Pampe dragged baby Poldine god knows where.
When I managed to find them again in this snowy tangle of branches and brambles, Pampoldine was trying to eat a twig, looking unconvinced, and she got a nose kiss for the effort.
We finally emerged from the thicket and Pampe stood pensively for a second, then went âOh! ideaâ and bolted, to Pandolfâs immense delight. The rest of us followed more warily.
... Pampe wanted to demonstrate that in places where the old fence still stands, you can reach for forbidden grass by shoving your face through the netting. (Yes there is Allowed Grass 20cm to the right; no Pampe will not dignify this remark with a response.)
Poldine tried and immediately got her nose caught in the fence and started shaking her head & the fence desperately. She really wasnât made for crime.
The last survival lesson was about rummaging in the snow looking for grass. Pampelune does it too when itâs a thin coating of snow, but when itâs deeper she doesnât bother.
I hope you enjoyed this llama winter safari !
Conclusion:
#crawling along#the Chronicles of Pampérigouste#& friends#it's really adorable how pampoldine always imitates her mother even when she genuinely looks dubious#and/or concerned about pampe's ideas
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Peak Barty and the skittles characterization in auâs is having the rest of the skittles be cryptids or something adjacent and him being the disturbed teen average human that stumbled upon them and was quickly accepted as one of their own because if you really think about it thatâs what happened at hogwarts too
#Barty is the closest thing to a normal person in that group and itâs genuinely concerning#the rest of the skittles are genuinely creepy kids from dark families that commit atrocities#and Barty and his light family is also there#I like making Barty the least freaky member of the group#but like not in a babying him way#like you look at him and your like#HES THE BEST ONE HERE?!#because the others are just worse#but better at hiding it#yknow?#barty crouch jr#barty crouch junior#slytherin skittles#regulus black#regulus arcturus black#pandora lovegood#evan rosier#if youâd like to include#dorcas meadowes#not that I donât#I just think she was like regular friends with them#not like IN the group yknow
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Absolutely love the possessive ex Scaramouche ramble in tags, please feed us more of that.
Gladly!! :D
(cw: yandere, extremely toxic ex scara, modern au, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, coercion, obsession, forced marriage, violent/suicidal threats, manipulation, mentions of intoxication/alcohol, implied self-harm)
The two of you were what everyone calls âhigh school sweethearts.â You met him in the cafeteria when the both of you were first years. Despite the scowl etched on his face, he looked lonely sitting all by himself while everyone was finding tables, old and new friends gathering in groups. Heâd ignored you, even scooting further away when youâd attempt to move closer. Even though he seemed so averse to you, you remained, silently eating your lunch. Neither of you said anything, but you did introduce yourself. He scoffed under his breath.
You started to sit next to him for every lunch, and he continued to give you the silent treatment. You never pressed him for conversation, instead choosing to enjoy silence while you ate and admired him from the sidelines. He never looked at you, always facing forwards and toying with his chopsticks, bending them so far until they were ready to snap. Eventually, he seemed to grow accustomed to this routine because many weeks into the semester he turned to address you.
âWhy do you always sit by me? Donât you have anyone else to bother?â
âMaybe. But I donât think anyoneâs as mysterious as you are.â
ââMysteriousâŠâ Yeah, whatever.â
That seemed to be the catalyst because, as sardonic as he was, heâd begun talking to you. And it wasnât long until he started to warm up to you every lunch until the both of you were exchanging lighthearted banter. Your friendship would only grow from this point onwards until, at the end of your first year during a study session to prepare for finals, where you were both pulling an all-nighter at your house, heâd asked you out. And you said yes, and the both of you had gone from best friends to lovers within the span of a year. The both of you were each otherâs first partner, so it made doing things as a couple even more exciting because neither of you had any experience with dates or holding hands or kissing.
Kuni wasnât a bad boyfriend. In fact, he was very loyal and sweet. Heâd stand up for you if anyone was being rude to you or scrutinizing your relationship with hateful eyes. The two of you were nearly inseparable. When you werenât spending time together in school, you were out doing things together. And when you couldnât meet up in person, youâd text or call, sometimes talking late into the evening about all sorts of things. You were so immersed in him that you failed to notice the red flags slowly raising over time. But looking back there were a few notable ones.
He never invited you to his house. In fact, youâd never even met his parents, whereas heâd been to your home so often that your family practically became his own. He hadnât mentioned anything about his family, and if you tried to suggest going to his house for dinner so that he could introduce you to them he was quick to change the subject. For a while youâd push this, more curious than concerned, but eventually youâd drop it when it became clear that he wasnât going to divulge anything on the matter. That had stung, but you snuffed those feelings in favor of focusing on other aspects of your relationship.
The second red flag was just how clingy he became when the both of you were in your third year, having been together for two solid years. You never noticed it before because you loved him, but when friends had pointed out how attached he seemedâand it was to rather unhealthy levels, according to their observationsâto the point where you were the only person heâd ever formed a bond with while at school you started to see the cracks in what felt like the perfect relationship. Heâd text you every single day, at every single hour, all the time. Heâd call you nonstop, even more so when you didnât immediately pick up.
The third red flag coincided with the second. When you couldnât make it to your phone, he was quick to blame himself and those around him for being responsible for your deteriorating relationship. Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me? Did those guys bother you again? They probably told you some stupid shit about me, right? Donât listen to them. Hey, youâre not mad, right? Call me back. I need to talk to you. Just text me when you can, okay? (Name), please donât leave me. Iâll fix whateverâs wrong. Just promise youâll stay. Messages of these kinds were what you could expect to receive from him. Heâd fluctuate between self-loathing to loathing those around him within seconds, shoving blame onto classmates whoâd bully him for being that âweird emo kid with too many piercingsâ and anyone else who tried to, in his words, âcome between you and me.â
By the end of your third year, you started to fall out of love. He was so very dedicated to this relationship, evidenced by how much effort and care heâd put into it, but his clingy behavior was stifling. Youâd lost some of your own friends because he chased them away, and it felt like you couldnât do anything without him breathing down your neck. If you wanted to go anywhere with a friend or two, Kuni had to be there to accompany you. If you looked at another for too long, heâd think you were cheating. If you didnât text or call him at certain times, if you failed to pick up, orâArchons forbidâyou left him on seen, heâd spiral.
Kuni had this habit of sounding dangerously self-destructive when he feared you were being unfaithful or he thought you were going to break up with him, which meant youâd have to sit on the phone for hours convincing him that you loved him, that youâd never leave him, that youâd always be here for him, that you were sorry for not responding, that he needs to calm down and please, please, please donât do anything rash. Those phone calls were always so stressful. You cried a lot; youâd beg him to put the knife away when heâd threaten to use it on himself, on you, on anyone who might try to take you from him. And, after a few hours of this, heâd be back to his usual self, as if a switch had been flipped. You could hear his adoring smile in his voice when he spoke, when heâd lovingly whisper into the phone, âIâm happy youâre mine. I love you so much.â And youâd shakily parrot the affirmation, too frazzled to say or do anything else.
One of your best friends Rosalyne, who youâd befriended in the midst of all of this, had been so supportive the minute you spilled the truth to her. Kuni hated her the most because she wasnât afraid of him. Because sheâd shut him down when he tried to pull you away from her. Because she wouldnât approve of any of his toxicity. Rosalyne would take you on shopping sprees, brunch dates, and jogs at the local park. She was plenty of good to outshine Kuniâs bad, and the more time you spent with her the clearer your head would become. The both of you had plenty of sleepovers together, and she let you rant your heart out while she listened. Sheâd tell you to break up with him, but youâd agonized over how terrifying that would be. You couldnât bear to tell Kuni the truthâthat you wanted to separate because things had turned so rottenâbecause you were so scared. Scared of him and what he might do.
Scared that if he really did take a blade to himself it would be your fault. He told you that a lot. That it would be your fault if he did anything. That his blood would be on your hands. You believed him every time.
By your final year, youâd already had a plan for university outlined and youâd started applying to a few in advance. You never told Kuni about any of them because you worried he might apply to each one in hopes of going to the same school as you. And when there was the dance for the graduating class and Kuni had asked you to it, youâd told him you were going with Rosalyne and a few other friends as a group. He didnât like this, as expected, but youâd been so sick of him and his behaviors that you snapped and spilled everything to him. Youâll never forget the look on his face when you told him that you were done with the relationship and that you never wanted to see him again.
He looked as if he could lunge at you and tear you to bloody ribbons at any moment.
You graduated single and so very refreshed, and your summer had been filled with friends. Kuni didnât message you at all, which was surprising considering you were certain heâd spam you relentlessly after the break-up. But he never did. In fact, you never saw him again. Graduation had come and gone, and now that you could recover from such a terrible relationship he was becoming less of a burden for you. For a while you were anxious. You kept expecting to receive a phone call or to see some news about Kuni, but neither ever came. Rosalyne told you to stop thinking about him. It would only make you even more paranoid and that wouldnât do your mental health any good. You were so grateful to have her in your life, but most importantly you were glad Kuni failed to scare her away.
Now youâre a second year in college and things have only gotten so much better for you. You and Rosalyne still keep in touch despite going to different schools. Sheâd gone to a university in Snezhnaya, while you enrolled in one in Sumeru, and youâve blotted Kuni from your mind. Youâve made a fresh group of friends while attending classes: criminal justice major Shikanoin Heizou, creative writing major Kaedehara Kazuha, musical therapy major Venti, botany major Tighnari, and so many more wonderful people who have all welcomed you into their circles.
So when Venti drags a familiar face to your usual weekend outing, which is really just a retreat to the forest for drinking and smoking, creeping cold settles into your bones. He looks awkward with Ventiâs arm slung around him as the more bubbly of the two drags him towards the bonfire, where you sit with the others roasting marshmallows for sâmores, and itâs a look that is so uncharacteristic on him. Whatâs even weirder is how friendly everyone greets himâas if they all know himâand youâre completely lost when they turn to you and ask if youâve met Kunikuzushi.
âNo,â you lie through your teeth, forcing a pleasant smile and extending your hand for a stiff handshake, which Venti snickers at. âNo, Iâve never met him before.â
Apparently, heâs in one of Ventiâs classesâitâs a course heâs taking solely because he needs the credits. Tighnari knows him because they usually work the same shifts at the campus cafĂ©. Kazuha knows him from his linguistics and philosophy classes. Heizouâs ate with him in the dining hall plenty of times now and theyâre also taking the same psychology class. It feels so genuine and yet so fake at the same time. Too perfectly manufactured to be a mere coincidence. But you do your best to push past these suspicions, and when he sits across from you, smiling at you and saying how nice it is to meet you, the warping flames paint his face in devilish shadows. Thatâs what you think he is when he acts like a completely different person from how he was when you dated: a devil whoâs good at being kind and outgoing, noisy and abrupt, and always so foul-mouthed, but in a way that makes him charming. Your friends are so enthralled. They love him and his sense of humor. They love his quick wit. They love how fun he is. And suddenly weekends spent in the forest arenât so enjoyable.
You do your best to overcome your doubts. For a few months youâre on edge. How he even found you is a mystery. Surely he wouldnât stalk you and enroll in the same college just to get revenge orâŠwhatever vengeance he wants from you. But when he treats you to coffee, when he brings you and the others pastries every other morning, when he invites the lot of you to study at the library, when he tells the funniest stories while crossed and everyoneâs giggling like schoolgirls it really feels like heâsâŠhealthier. Like heâs turned a fresh page in his life and is starting anew. Like heâs changed for the better.
Perhaps he just doesnât remember you. Youâve changed your style over the years, so itâs possible heâs simply forgotten your image and canât place memories to your name. Eventually, after soothing yourself with these theories, you begin to accept his presence in the group. He fits in so flawlessly, as if heâs a missing piece to the puzzle, and you canât believe youâre admitting this, but you like this version of Kuni. Heâs confident, not cocky. Heâs kind, not rude. He gives everyone space. In fact, he rarely texts frequently in the group chat. And heâs funny! Heâs so funny. You donât think the Kuni from your past was ever as funny as the Kuni who regales everyone with lighthearted stories of how he once took in a stray cat that turned out to belong to his neighbor or how his old job had the strangest customers.
Maybe he truly did change. Maybe all of these coincidences really are coincidences. Maybe itâs for the best that you leave the past in the past.
Finals season looms, and the group hasnât had time to meet up outside of class. Venti has tried to persuade everyone to come study at his apartment. His roommate wonât care (yes, he will. Xiao hates it when everyone gets blackout drunk and he has to wake everyone come morning), but if youâve known Venti long enough youâll know there is no studying that happens at these study sessions. This is probably the reason why heâs had to repeat a year.
With everyoneâs schedules packed with academics, itâs difficult to find a time where everyone can get together to study. You think you might just be better off studying on your own, but Kuniâs message of you wanna pull an all-nighter for these lame af finals together?? accompanied with a photo of snacks and coffee, any thoughts of studying alone instantly vanish.
This is how you find yourself in his dorm, sprawled on his bed while he sits on the floor, whacking your dangling feet when they get too close to him. His roommate Albedo is currently out tutoring a few students at the library and wonât be back until much later, so itâs just you, Kuni, and a pile of textbooks and notes. Youâve hung out with Kuni a few times and he was great company during each. Youâve also fallen asleep in his dorm before, when youâd come over to binge a show the both of you enjoy, and youâd lost track of time and had slipped into a dream halfway through the marathon. Youâd woken the next morning with Kuni looming over you, grinning deviously and holding an uncapped marker. Heâd leaned down and whispered, âYou drool in your sleep,â and youâd swatted at him and groused about how you were sleeping so peacefully when he just had to ruin your sleep (and your face) with his antics. And then there was that time when you were so drunk at that one party and you could hardly stand, heâd been there to help. He even stayed with you for the rest of that night, offering his assistance when you became nauseous or needed water or a snack until you passed out.
Despite your initial apprehensions, you consider him a friend. Heâs no one nearly as close as Rosalyne or your other friends. Heâs just a mutual friend, someone youâll spend time with when you feel like it, but you donât truly need him in your life. That, and part of you still struggles to trust him after all of the stress and unhealthy obsession he subjected you to.
âKuni,â you whine, lifting your head from the textbook. âCan you get me some water? Iâm thirsty.â
âDo I look like your maid?â he snaps, immersed in organizing his notes. âGet it yourself.â
âIâm picturing it now and youâre in a frilly dress andââ
âForget I asked.â Setting his notebook down with an exaggerated sigh, he crosses the distance to the mini fridge and withdraws a bottle of water.
Grinning, you slide off of his bed and reach for it with a grateful hum. He smirks and takes a step back, holding it away from you.
âSeriouslyâŠâ
Rolling your eyes, you lunge for it and he side-steps you with the practiced grace of a cat. You brace yourself against the wall and swipe at him. Again, he dodges, unscrewing the cap and shaking the bottle teasingly.
âI think Iâll take a sip for myself. All of this studying has left me so parched.â
âNo fair! Thatâs mine!â
âIs it?â He pulls it away from his lips to observe the bottle and feigns surprise. âThatâs weird. I donât see your name on it.â
âLook closer!â you exclaim, but just as heâs about to humor you you pounce, tackling him to the groundâthereâs a beanbag cushion that breaks your fallâand the water spills all over the both of you in the midst of the tumble. A slew of colorful words stick in Kuniâs throat and your laughter rings out melodiously. You seize his wrist and hold it down while reaching for the bottle in his other hand, where thereâs still some water left. He struggles halfheartedly, relinquishing the bottle with a disinterested scoff, and you pull away from him to down whatâs left.
While crushing the plastic bottle into a ball, you notice something on your palmâthe palm that had grabbed Kuniâs wristâand it takes a minute before the skin tone-colored substance registers in your mind.
Concealer.
You peer at him and notice that heâs cradling his arm, and confusion sprouts.
âSo funny,â he spits with a hollow laugh. âYou owe me a new beanbag if this oneâs ruined.â
âHey, hold on. Whatâs with theââ
âForget it. You got your water, so letâs get back to studying. Or do you no longer want to be a perfect student?â
Without thinking, you grab his arm as heâs standing and when you look at his forearm you can see where the waterâs started to wash the concealer away. Curiously, you scrub at it while he tries to yank his arm away, but when you unearth a dozen scars littering his wrist and climbing the length of his arm that creeping cold from before returns.
And suddenly youâre brought back to those phone callsâthe ones where heâd threaten suicide and murderâand you stumble back as if youâve been burned, half-expecting to hear those threats once more. Kuniâs staring at his wrist, his features twisted in grim disapproval, and for a moment you think he looksâŠhurt. Or maybe thatâs sadness you see. Whatever emotion it was, it doesnât linger because a quiet chuckle slips past his lips, and the sound is so very frigid it has your blood crystallizing.
âIt really hurt when you said you never wanted to see me again.â Kuni peers down at you, and his eyes that had once been so bright and filled with light are dull and dark. âBut nothing hurts more than loving you.â
You open your mouth to say somethingâanythingâbut the words wonât come. Youâre rooted to the ground, horror slinking through your body and rendering you immovable. Your heart is in your throat, pounding so loudly itâs practically a drum, and a cold sweat washes over you.
âEach time I found myself hating you, I thought it was odd because I love you so much. I canât possibly hate the one Iâve loved all this time.â He scowls. âBut loving you hurts. Loving you feels like chewing glass and drinking poison. Loving you isnât fair because while you moved forward with your âfriends,â I was forced to stay behind and pick up the pieces of what was left of you. So for every moment I couldnât stand you, I tallied it on myself so that Iâll never forget the times I loved you so much I hated you.â
This canât be happening, youâre thinking, curling your hands into trembling fists. He changed. He changed, right? This isnât the same Kuni from before. This isnâtâŠ
âAnd when I saw how well you seemed to be doing without me, I hated you even more.â Without warning, heâs grabbed your arm and hoisted you up. You open your mouth to scream, but no sound comesânot that anything could when heâs pulled a switchblade from his pocket and poised the pointed tip at your jugular. âYou have poor taste in friends. Those guys suck.â
Tutting, he shakes his head at you like a parent might when scolding a child, and says, âDo you know how fucking tiring it was pretending? You think I care about pastries and stupid campfire stories? You really think Iâd ever want to associate myself with that sorry lot?â
âK-Kuni, please let go of me. I⊠Iâm sorry. I didnât know you wereâIâm sorry. So please justâŠâ
âAnd then the first time you see me after all these years apart and you had the gall to lie to my face! âIâve never met him before.â Bullshit. You just didnât want any of your loser friends to know our history, right? Because youâre ashamed to have known me, right?â
âThatâs not it! I⊠I was justâI didnât⊠I was⊠I justâŠâ
âI⊠I⊠IâŠâ he mocks, shoving you down onto the beanbag. It dips under the sudden weight, and you sink further into it when he points the blade at you. âStop tripping over your tongue. I should be the one near tears! You cast me aside and then forgot all about me. You abandoned me when I needed you most.â His voice cracks at that last sentence, and your heart skips erratically.
âThatâs not what happened! We needed space. I needed space. You were being tooââ You stop yourself, unsure of how to phrase it. Too controlling? Too dangerous? Too scary?
âLucky for you, Iâm willing to overlook these past...slights.â The blade twirls effortlessly in his grasp, and you heave a relieved breath when heâs no longer pointing it in your direction. âMarry me and weâll forget all about the past. Weâll start over.â
His demand almost stops your heart altogether. You stare up at him, mouth agape, and mumble a disbelieving, âWhat?â
âYou heard me.â He seems to soften with his next words, and for a moment he looks and sounds like the Kuni who hangs out with you and your friends. The harmlessly fun Kuni who always takes such good care of you. âYouâre the only one Iâll ever love, so letâs get married.â
âK-Kuni, I canât... I really canât...â
Within seconds the blade has found itself on his wrist, pressing into delicate flesh. Not enough to cut, but if he applies more force youâll definitely see blood. You choke on a horrified gasp.
âWhat was that?â He raises his brow at you, challenging you with a calm smile.
Your mind reels in an effort to conjure a plan. What can you even do? If you take the blade from him, will he turn his anger on you? Will you have to wrestle him into submission? And if you do manage to get out of his dorm, will anyone believe you? Heâs painted himself in such a pleasant light. Your friends love and trust him! So what can you say? And if there isnât any solid proof, no one will even entertain bringing the authorities into this mess.
âIâm waiting, (Name). Are you really going to make me add another tally? Do you really want me to hate you again? Oh, but maybe I should start marking you! We can add a slice for each time you failed to love me. That way weâll both look like used cutting boards.â
You need help, you want to say, but the words escape you.
Instead, you nod hastily and say breathlessly, âOkay, yes! Iâll marry you!â Swallowing your horror, you glance at the blade as itâs lifted from his skin. Thankfully, there isnât a cut. âI... Iâll marry you, Kuni. So... So please donât hurt yourself. Please.â
It feels like youâve been strangled for an eternity, so when he finally pockets the blade the air in your lungs returns and you collapse against the beanbag, chest rising and falling in short, panicked breaths.Â
âGood.â He bends down to your height, grips your chin with cold fingers, and forces you to meet his adoring stare. âWeâll look at rings tomorrow. Or maybe youâd prefer bracelets instead? I can be flexible but only for you, so youâd better be grateful.â
You swallow rising bile and nod. âT-Thank you.â Youâre not sure why youâre thanking him when he hardly deserves it, but it feels like the right thing to say to ease the tension.
Kuniâs eyes sparkle, no longer a void of endless darkness, and when he leans in to capture your lips in his your heart sinks. You really canât run from your past, can you?
#genshin chit chat#yandere-romanticaa#yandere scaramouche#scara says he needs you but what he really needs is a therapist first and foremost#adding heizou into the mix!!! he probably takes notice of your change in behavior#and confronts you one on one to ask if everything's okay#and he looks so concerned and his voice is so soft and so you break and spill everything#and he nods while he takes in all of this information before offering to help#he knows the law (he's studying it after all!) so he can help you#but what heizou doesn't tell you is that the law might crush one evil person but it can easily protect other evils :)#especially him who is oh-so-honorable and sweet#you'd never know he wants to be more than just friends#and that he has a journal detailing your every move#but also i like the idea of heizou being a genuine friend and the two of you grow closer while trying to find ways to get scara caught#and taken away from you for good#but yan!heizou just hits so deliciously orz#also also!! adding in rosalyne~~ she went to the same uni as kuni (in snezhnaya)#but when he finally found out where you were he transferred#and rosa only realized they went to the same school when she found out from ajax (who also attends the same uni)#kuni probably worked part-time as a hospital receptionist before he transferred schools#and he's pretty sure the doctor there is a serial killer or he's just on the border of criminally insane (this is dottore after all)#(me looking at every way i can insert each harbinger into this au >:D)
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thoughts on dave and aradia (<>)?
day 356
BIG fan tbh. in this house we love and respect timerails
truly yall read this log and tell me theyre not cute
#day 356#year 4#dave strider#aradia megido#aradave#homestuck#she really saw this kid and was like OH YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH YOUR MORTALITY?? :D#boy do i have some relevant life experience and wisdom to impart on THAT ISSUE SPECIFICALLY#and then she just. very gently and kindly makes the subject more approachable for ghostdave#the pesterlog i linked is literally my FAVORITE aradia moment. to me it is THE character defining moment for god tier aradia#yes she is being kind of ominous and trickstery at first#but it VERY quickly becomes clear shes got genuine concern for this kid she's had very little to do with up until this point#she really wants to connect with him over their shared time aspect stuff#and she really DOES care about how he feels about everything. she wants to help and she wants to put him at ease#because she KNOWS from experience that being dead and having to cope with what that means for you is like VERY UPSETTING AND TRAUMATIC#shes not just like. 'hee hee i think death is great and awesome because im edgy'#shes like 'no dude being dead is scary if you dont have anybody to explain this shit to you. so im going to explain it-'#'-and hopefully by the end of this conversation you will have some new things to feel relief and maybe even joy and excitement about'#'not just in spite of the death thing but BECAUSE of it'#i know shes spooky and has weirdgirl swag and we all love that about her but like#at her core she is a very KIND person. she may occasionally struggle to connect to people through the Death Special Interest Haze#but she WANTS to and when she DOES she is like. a genuinely very warm and comforting presence for her friends#ANYWAY. if andrew hussie or i guess james roach now want to give me an honorary doctorate for my 12+ years of intensive aradia studies#i will be here waiting patiently#timerails
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maybe its just me but i cant stand when people are like "it just doesn't sit right with me how teruhashi thought about aiura đ„ș" like yes... its not supposed to ??? because her thinking badly of other girls and prioritizing male validation over everything is one of her main flaws ??? can we talk about that WITHOUT making it seem like shes not allowed to have a single actual flaw without suddenly becoming an awful person? nobody can handle complex female characters at all and its so fucking annoying
#you guys all missed the point of her development AND her and saiki's relationship development#like did you miss the parts where the only times he genuinely seems to not like something she does is when shes mean to other girls#and he still understands that she isnt a bad person for having bad thoughts in the private comfort of her mind#and besides... in this case she was literally just being a dramatic and insecure teenage girl LMAO#like dont fucking lie to me and tell me when you were her age you didnt have similar thoughts#youre worse than her if you lie about it while judging her for it#sorryyyy#she shouldve been MORE unhinged youre all just cowards#AND ALSO ? how can something even be 'mean' if its just a thought#thats like if u opened ur friends private diary without permission and then unfriended them over something they said in a random upset vent#and in this specific situation if u found out ur friend called someone a bitch because they liked the same person as her ??#LIKE THATS ?? its bad but its not as crazy as you guys make it out to be#shes allowed to be angry and insecure in the privacy of HER OWN MIND#idk if this makes sense but i just feel that her thoughts are more of a concern about her wellbeing than anything else#like she canonically is extremely kind to others even when she doesnt want to be so why are we worried about how she treats others.#theyre fine. im worried about HER.#and WHY her mindset is so negative... but u guys dont give a shit because u cant handle even a spec of complexity#sorry ive said all this before i just like to rant#saiki k#tdlosk#the disastrous life of saiki k.#teruhashi kokomi#meows post
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on a less serious side, bad and foolish having witnesses who are somewhat normal and regular to their usual strange and deranged antics is so hysterical. bad playing the role of kidnapped and felon this time around, letting himself get captured, pretending to be soooo guilty and talking like heâs actually gonna snitch. foolish doing it half for fun, half for show, because he knows cellbit is the killer already - he just needs nails for badâs coffin because heâs gonna be the scapegoat, and heâs bored. if they were alone maybe theyâd trade more intel - theyâre on the same page but canât exactly confirm nor allude to that with an audience, so it just devolves into their usual antics. meanwhile bagi is sweating and convinced bad is definitely about to spill everything sheâs told him, falling for badâs little âoh Iâm so easily caught and convincedâ act harder than anyone else, trying to avoid badâs arrest or worse, cellbitâs - while really whatâs going on is bad and foolishâs homoerotic batshit insane cop and robber routine, where youâre not sure if someoneâs getting arrested or if theyâre about to make out. and aypierre is just there
#like foolish and bad are engaging in the wildest âyes andâŠâ per usual but bagi is normal and genuinely concerned for bad jfjskgkdkej#I love bagi man whenever bad does his usual bit (lying for fun) (pushing buttons) she takes it so seriously like youâll get used to it soon#and like yeah he did really want some info out of bad their bullshit usually ends in informational exchanges one way or another but like#idk it really is âthey know eachother better than anyone elseâ in the most batshit way possible. immortal nonsense I suppose#bad and foolish who would commit war crimes against one another to the horror of everyone else but thatâs just like fun bonding for them#why are they landduo when they should really be batshit fucking insane duo đ€š#mcyt#qsmp#q!bbh#q!foolish#q!bagi#bbh#foolish gamers#oibagi#z speaks
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