#shes on the brink of a mental breakdown

[lollytea]

this is completely unprompted by anything specific but i just wanted to say i love how you characterize/interpret Willow. she's been my favourite character in TOH for a long time but i couldn't articulate exactly why and you just. GET IT. she's smart she's a silly billy she's kind she's full of anger she's full of love for the people in her life she's a jock she's fairycore she's learning to love herself she has a deranged crush on Hunter. i see your vision i understand you.

YIPPEEE

[widevibratobitch]

omw to play emotional support for my mom disguised as ✨fun family bonding time✨ for the rest of the week <3333 there's something so deeply wrong with me uwu teehee

[candykatz]

I like how all of Alison’s pranks on the other ghosts are comparatively low key and unserious, and then with Thomas she goes right for the jugular and drives him to the brink of a mental breakdown.

[harleehazbinfics]

‌ For the Dreaming

Lucifer Morningstar x devout!reader

devout series

Word Count: 920+

A/N: word puke basically. y'all i was writing this on my phone notes, takes me back to my highschool days writing on wattpad 😭 also also i need to work on a poster for this series hngshd *update: i got the poster >:]]

You finally got around to having lessons with Lucifer on flying. Husk could've helped you, but he couldn't be bothered. While all he did was just doze around the bar and barely does anything, you respected his decision and left him to himself. Leading you at Lucifer's door.

‌ As you softly knock folding hands to yourself as you wait with a small smile as you greet him much to his pleasant surprise.

"Hey, (y/n)! Come in, come in! What can I do for you?" He asked letting you in his room.

"I wanted to ask you for your help," you chirped adorably making the former angel smile, "I wanted to learn how to fly. I can get by with walking but it could be helpful when I'm trying to get away from one of Vaggie and Angel's fights."

‌ He smiles at your joke, and nods, agreeing to your request. So he takes you to the hotel's roof and teaches you how to flap your wings on the ground. Then takes you to the air teaching you how to glide and practice how and when to flap your wings.

‌ Your sessions would go on for a couple weeks until you could confidently fly by yourself, and even take Lucifer on some races that you'd naturally lose to. The man knew how to fly before the Earth was even created and he had 3 pairs of wings, so what chances would you have had to win against him.

‌ However, that doesn't mean that he isn't proud of you all the same. He was enamored by how gracefully you flew, the elegant tuck of your wings when you dove under obstacles, how your body moves along your movements like a captivating dance and most importantly, how your wings flutter subconsciously as you talked and joked with him.

‌ It didn't take a genius to realize that this duck-loving King of Hell was definitely having feelings towards you. Oof.

‌ He noticed that despite your conservative behavior you normally show around others, when you let your walls down, he realizes that you enjoyed jokes a lot despite how corny they would be and enjoyed sharing the same type of humor to him. He learnt that you were just naturally kind to others, being their shoulder to cry on, being so generous and helpful to others without expecting anything in return. Which was such a fresh breath of air in this damned place, that only takes from one another.

‌ When he asks what your dreams were, you smiled distantly. You explained that you never had dreams for yourself, as a servant of God, you have wished the best for people hoping blessings will find their way and enlighten them in their time of need. But you never pursued any of your time towards any hobbies. Not because you didn't have time, but because you were content in the role that you played and seeing such happy faces that you've helped.

‌ Lucifer knew you were such a kind soul, but he never knew that it was to this extent. But he wanted to help you realize your interests, so he starts picking out what you enjoyed doing aside from your missionary work. You shared that you normally journaled and read bibles and various genres of books.

‌ Both of you divulged and shared your interest that never realized that you were gone for 3 days away from the hotel, away in Lucifer's castle messing around and playing Lucifer's duck inventions and papers sprawled out on the floor, until Charlie called her dad worriedly.

‌ Both of you raced to the hotel and explained what happened to Charlie to calm her when she was on the brink of a mental breakdown.

‌ To assure her daughter, he summons yours and his work on the waiting lounge that barely anyone used and continued working with you there in Charlie's sights.

‌ When the princess of hell finally calms down with Vaggie comforting her, she immediately notices how bright her father's eyes had gotten. No longer the disassociated look that seemed to drown out his problems by working and working until he stopped thinking about anything else.

‌ She liked the new look on his dad's face when he clearly enjoyed creating inventions that had a purpose and a face full of wonder. And she definitely knew it was because of you and she couldn't be more grateful to you for it.

‌ You reminded him what it's like to dream, to show wondrous and wonderful things with the world. Things that could change and even help the world. Something that he long buried deep within himself with shame and embarrassment.

‌ He loved the smile on your face when you shared some fact that he probably already knew about or how your eyes shined when he showed you all the tricks his ducks could do.

‌ He most especially loved the way you called his nickname though. It was just the first 2 syllables of his name, but his heart would've flown out his chest when you called him so tenderly.

‌ He knew it came from a place that condemned his name being spoken so brazenly, that you had opted to call out his name as "Luci." He never minded it though, he knew of how much they hated him that it became numbed to him, unfortunately. Besides, he adored how your lips curled to a smile when you called him, so it was nothing under his skin. He loved you all the same.

Wait... Did he just say loved??? ... shit..

[spadesolace]

the good and the bad: hwang yeji x aespa! reader

as the leader of itzy, sometimes you see how mentally exhausting it is for yeji to handle the responsibilities alone. all you could do is let her cope, not forcing her into telling you anything, isn’t that what makes a relationship healthy?

being idols within a competitive industry is already a challenge, with the additional responsibility as a leader - yeji was on the verge of breaking down within closed doors. you understand the struggles of being an idol, the cameras on you 24/7, little to no privacy, and having to maintain an image for everyone to love and criticise.

 it had been quite late when you received the call, hoping it was your girlfriend who had promised you ahead of time that you’ll keep her company virtually as you write the lyrics for your own comeback. lia had contacted you ahead of time about how yeji was crying after recording for their comeback. that’s where you stand right now, in front of the itzy dormitories while waiting for someone to open the door for you. a part of you was prepared for this type of scenario, especially with your own members who had mental breakdowns due to the company’s unrealistic demands.

as the door opens, you’re greeted by ryujin with her hair tied and a face mask placed perfectly as she smiles at you. noticing the plastic bags that you’re carrying, a very familiar snack visible - yeji’s favorite.

“she’s in her room.” you follow ryujin as you both walk inside their dorm; chaeryeong and yuna on the couch talking amongst themselves but waving at you as you enter the area, while lia is standing in front of yeji’s room.

“lover girl to the rescue.” despite the situation, lia still managed to joke around with you. she’s your best friend and the one that introduced you to yeji. “yeji, you have a visitor.”

you couldn’t hear much from the other side of the door, aside from the faint sniffles and heavy breathing - yeji still didn’t budge. until you knocked on her door.

“yeddeong, could you open the door for me?”

the faint “y/n?” was the first thing you heard clearly, her voice a bit raspy followed by fast footsteps and the door being opened harshly by her. she moved fast as she hugged you tightly and cried harder than you had expected when lia called you.

it had been 30 minutes since yeji pulled you into her room and shut everyone out. she had been cuddling you and had not said a word regarding what had happened during the recording for their comeback – you learned not to rush her when it comes to these things. so, you laid there in silence, hearing yeji’s faint sobs as you caressed her back and held her tight.

yeji has different ways of coping. one is going out and driving to a park where she could walk around and enjoy the scenery, then there’s one that involves you. comfortability is the first thing yeji looks for in her partner and right away you give her comfort and the feeling of safety – her rock when times are tough. she isn’t one to speak about her feelings right away, more on letting her rationality take charge, which makes her a great leader and a great idol. that’s why you fell for her as well. she has such a charm that could make anyone fall for her. with every good thing that has happened between you two, there’s always the bad side of things.

she’s not one to let her emotions get the best of her, bottling those feelings up until she feels erupting like a volcano. for someone who is mentally strong, comes the emotional side of things that she refuses to let anyone see. despite from the start of your relationship where yeji pushed you away when she goes into hermit mode and avoiding any sort of contact for days until she feels better, you stayed. even if you push her away when you fall into those toxic mechanisms that you’d developed as a trainee, yeji was there for you.

the least you could do is stay and wait for her to open up. whether her rants are about being a leader or how their company is overworking them to the brink of exhaustion. in the comforts of her bed where yeji lays her head on top of your chest listening to your steady heartbeat as her mind is racing, in need of someone to keep her grounded.

“sleep for now, i’ll still be here when you wake up.”

yeji knew she could trust you as she let her walls down and sleep for the night, knowing that you’ll be in her arms when she wakes up.

[eunseoksimp]

masterlist

"love can be the most exquisite form of agony"

Osaki Shotaro

Golden Boy | nsfw

shotaro is everyone’s favourite person. extremely lovable and kind to those around him, but there’s only so much he can take, especially when you keep pushing his limits.

Hopeless Romantic | sfw

in the quiet corners of your heart, a one-sided yearning blooms—a hopeless romantic lost in dreams of unrequited love. every glance, every fleeting touch, fuels a fire of longing that dances in the shadows, a tender ache that whispers of what could be but never was.

CPR | sfw

amidst the depths of heartbreak and endless gray, where every step felt heavy, you stumbled upon shotaro osaki. his quiet compassion and warmth cut through the cold, offering solace and his gentle presence beginning to mend your shattered heart. with his presence, he pulled you back from the brink, making you believe in the possibility of healing and reminding you what it feels like to be truly alive again.

. ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ݁ ˖ ࣪ .

Song Eunseok

He loves me, he loves me not | slight nsfw

all her life, han yumi was used to those around her making her feel unloved. desperate to fill the want of being desired, she finds love in a place she probably shouldn’t.

He loves me, he loves me not 2 | slight nsfw

eunseok, increasingly obsessed with yumi despite his steady and improving relationship with his girlfriend, begins dedicating all his time to his partner. this shift leaves yumi feeling insecure, hurt, and utterly heartbroken. in response, she starts distancing herself from him, a move that triggers euneok's mental breakdown as he grapples with the consequences of his divided heart.

Between the lines | sfw

the importance of communication and understanding, and the consequences that can arise when those elements are lacking. a relationship in turmoil, leading to frustration and distance between the two individuals.

. ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ݁ ˖ ࣪ .

Jung Sungchan

Poison | nsfw

the pain and heartache that can come from being involved with someone who is emotionally manipulative, deceitful, and simply not right for you. capturing the essence of the rollercoaster of emotions that one experiences when caught in the grips of a toxic love affair.

Poison 2 | nsfw

in this tumultuous love affair, you were the puppeteer, pulling the strings of sungchan's heart with a cruel precision. the pain and heartache he experienced were the price he paid for the moments of connection you allowed, a constant reminder of the toxic grip you held over him. as the days turned into nights, the line between love and manipulation blurred, leaving you searching for a connection beyond lust.

Coming Down | nsfw

explores the theme of addiction and it’s effects on relationships. the internal conflict of a man caught between the allure of a hedonistic lifestyle, and the genuine love he has for his girlfriend.

Jealousy | sfw

caught in the throes of a jealous obsession, your feelings for sungchan have grown dangerously intense. relying on him for emotional support, you crave his attention and validation in everything you do. the news of his love for another girl shatters your world, igniting a desperate desire to do anything to keep him by your side.

Hilarious | sfw

sungchan being the asshole ex who doesn’t realise what he’s lost until it’s gone. based off of the song hilarious by charlie puth.

Entangled | sfw

the relationship between you and sungchan is a tumultuous storm, a volatile mix of passion and pain, bound by an intense love that is as toxic as it is profound. sungchan, an underground fighter, using the ring as an outlet for his inner demons and you, clinging to him as you seek solace from your own unhealed wounds. two broken pieces clinging to each other in a toxic dance of dependency and desperation.

. ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ݁ ˖ ࣪ .

Park Wonbin

Infatuation | nsfw

an exploration of secrecy, infidelity, and the complex emotions that arise from these actions. a woman who is in a painful relationship with a man who she loves, but is seen as nothing more than the object of his desires. an unfortunate tale of a woman making a God out of a mortal.

Infatuation 2 | sfw

in the wake of the collapse of your turbulent relationship with wonbin, the arrival of the enigmatic donghyuck offers a glimmer of hope. you seek solace in his genuine compassion, but in return wonbin’s obsessive desperation takes a darker turn. consumed by jealousy and fear of losing you, he resorts to cunning manipulation, exploiting every secret and weakness to reclaim you.

Infatuation 3 | slight nsfw

you finally take wonbin back, hoping to rekindle the love that once burned so brightly. but the pieces of your relationship, shattered by past betrayals, no longer fit together as they once did. as you navigate the fragile threads of a love that has been tarnished, you find yourself spiraling deeper into a web of confusion and pain. a poignant journey through the anguish of clinging to the past, and the inevitable realization that some things, once broken, can never be fully repaired.

. ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ݁ ˖ ࣪ .

Hong Seunghan

Sandstorm | slight nsfw

The complexities of a turbulent relationship between two people who love each other but struggle to see eye to eye. They attempt to compromise and reconcile but realise that with each other, they are like a violent sandstorm.

. ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ݁ ˖ ࣪ .

Lee Sohee

Solace | sfw

the struggles of trying to connect with someone who is deeply guarded and emotionally unavailable.

. ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ݁ ˖ ࣪ .

Lee Anton

Stargirl | sfw

anton had passed by many eyes but he seemed to only get lost in yours. the bass guitarist for a popular college band, the supposed opposite of him, taking your position in the light whilst he lurked in the shadows. and yet all he cares about is seeing you shine, his favourite stargirl.

Pleasure is all mine | nsfw

anton finally gives into his hedonistic sexual desires and you just can’t pass up the opportunity.

Siren | sfw

at seonghwa academy, you reign like a queen—flawless, untouchable, and cold as ice. your beauty is your weapon, used to control and manipulate those who fall under your spell. but when you catch the eye of anton, a brooding athlete with a quiet intensity, you meet your match. beneath his silence lies a dark obsession, a twisted desire that mirrors your own. as you engage in a dangerous dance of power and control, the line between.

[froggywritesstuff]

like i love you | yandere!amber freeman

ship/pairing: yandere!amber freeman x male!reader

fandom: scream

request: anon: pls more yandere amber freeman i am not normal ab her 🙏🙏 male reader:)

warnings: yandere themes, death threats (not to the reader), swearing, pet names (reader gets called baby, good boy, and gets compared to a puppy), mentions of blood, manipulation, knives, gas lighting, crying, reader gets knocked unconscious, light sadism, not proofread

word count: 875

A/N: i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

You're finally gonna do it. There's no way she can stop you. You're done with her. You're done with her lies, you're done with her controlling your life. You're ending this today, you're confident in that. You just wish your hand would stop shaking so much.

"Now what are you gonna do with that, baby?" Amber asks, tilting her head to the side, a wicked grin on her face.

You readjust your grip on the knife, momentarily pausing the shakiness, "I'm gonna kill you Amber. I'm gonna fucking kill you." your voice is anything but confident, and fear courses through your body as Amber's smile widens.

"Oh really?" she asks. You nod. "Alright then. Do it.” she sneers, an amused look in her eyes, “Slit my throat, slit my fucking throat, watch me bleed out in front of you, look into my eyes while you take my life. I want you to know what you’re doing, I want you to know that when you kill me, no one- fucking no one will love you like I love you.”

Your face falters, but only for a second before regaining the cold facade, “I don’t want your love, I never wanted your love.”

Her lips turn up into a smile, “No, no, you need my love. No matter how much you try to suppress it, you know you can’t survive without me. I’ve made sure of it. You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me. And the fact is Y/N, that without me you’d be completely lost.”

You shake your head weakly, “No.”

Her smile only widens, “Yes, Y/N. God, when I’m not around you you’re like a lost little puppy. You wouldn't know what to do with yourself without me. So I’d suggest you put the knife down, before you do something really stupid.” she says, all with a sweet smile on her face.

You shake your head, readjusting your grip on the knife, “No, Amber, I’m not gonna let you do this to me, I-I’m done letting you control me.”

She laughs slightly, “Oh that’s adorable. You really think you have any say in this?" she takes a step towards you.

"Ge-get the fuck away from me!" you yell, backing away from her, beads of sweat dripping from your forehead.

A low chuckle leaves her lips, "You're really scared aren't you?"

"Shut the fuck up." you shout, attempting to convince her you had an ounce of confidence in you.

"That's ok, baby, I know you are. You're shaking, sweating, and I can practically hear your heartbeat." she notes with a smirk.

"Stop." you mutter weakly.

She shakes her head, a kind smile on her face that makes your heart race, "I don't think so. Now if you be a good boy and give me the knife right now, I won't be as mad at you." She steps your way, making you back up until your back hits the wall.

You shake, feeling utterly and completely trapped, "Ju-just stop, please."

She laughs. You're on the brink of a mental breakdown and she laughs. "Tell me how you're the one with the knife, yet I’m the one backing you up against the wall." she hums, "You're doing all the work for me, it's adorable."

You open your mouth to speak, but the words die on your tongue. You're losing hope. You don't think you can kill her. You know you can't kill her. As long as she's alive, your life is in her control. And there's nothing you can do about that.

Tears prick your eyes and you feel a tight pain in your jaw as you try not to cry.

"Give it to me." she says, leaving no room for argument. You loosen your grip on the knife, hands shaking as you hold it closer to her, and Amber takes it from your hand. "There you go," she smiles condescendingly, placing the tip of the knife underneath your chin. "Was that so hard?" she lifts your head up slightly, forcing you to meet her cold eyes.

Unable to fight anymore, tears stream from your eyes and down your cheeks as you break into a fit of sobs. Through the tears you can see Amber's smirk widening.

"I-I'm sorry Amber, I'm so sorry." you say in between sobs. You're aware of how pathetic you sound. You're counting on it to keep you from getting stabbed.

"Aw baby, you're sorry?" she coos, tossing the knife to the side and pulling you into a tight hug. You almost find yourself relaxing in her arms, her hands gently caressing your back and calming your sobs. "It's a bit late for apologies, Y/N." she whispers, sending chills down your spine. Before you can beg for mercy, she readjusts her grip on you, grabbing you by the hair and slamming your head into the wall. You collapse to the floor, your vision getting blurrier by the second. You're able to hear your breathing, coming out heavy and slowly, but everything else sounds like you're listening underwater. Amber's voice sounds in your ear. You can't make out a word she says, but you know it can't be good. You know you're in for a world of pain.

[buckychristwrites]

When The Rain Gathers | Chapter Two | j.t.

↳  Pairing: Jamie Tartt x f!reader

↳ Word Count: 3.7k

↳  Summary: Pain hits like a downpour, but when a heartbreak from your past is what greets you at your new job at Nelson Road Stadium, it's more like a catastrophic tsunami.

↳  Warnings: Enemies to lovers, Discussion of parental abuse, fluff and angst.

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“Fuck. Focus.”

Jamie paced outside of the door of your new office. The door was open, but the inside was completely bare save a desk, three chairs and a laptop. Due to the impending doom in his brain and the never-ending racing heart in his chest, he hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. So, instead of waltzing into the changing room just moments before training was due to start, as he normally would, he was there an hour early, waiting for your arrival.

Hesitantly, he made his way into the empty office. Wherever he waited, he would feel like a shithead, so might as well feel like a shithead with his arse in a seat. It didn’t have any signs of you in it just yet, which made sitting there alone much easier to swallow. It wouldn’t be the same in the future, once the room was covered with your fingerprints and homey touches. He took the seat closest to the window. Heavy rain hit the glass and rooftop, making sure to echo throughout the entire building. It made him think of the drive in front of his mum’s house back home, and a little red car packed with luggage.

Blinking, he looked away.

“Jamie?”

He turned to find Dr. Fieldstone at the doorway. Her hand was on the frame as she stared at him.

“You alright, Doc?” He asked, shifting so he could comfortably face her. She took a glance around the room in obvious confusion.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. He took a glance around himself, realising how silly this must’ve looked. 

“Got an appointment this mornin’,” He said. It was a lie. But him feigning confusion was the only sort of explanation he could come up with. Sharon shook her head.

“Your appointment would be with me, but I don’t have you on my schedule.”

This made Jamie scrunch his face up in confusion.

“I thought…” He pointed to the desk. “I thought she…” Before he could continue with his thought, Sharon shook her head. It was like she read his mind. 

“Your appointments will continue with me,” She explained. “I was informed there’s a… conflict of interest.” She tilted her head to the side thoughtfully. 

He wondered how much you had told Sharon. Did she know everything? Did you tell her what he did? The kindness on her face suggested that she didn’t have a clue, but then again, it’s her job to pretend to be nice to him, wasn’t it?

He brought a hand to his face, running it across his forehead. Of course Sharon wasn’t being nice because it’s her job. That was just his mind running away from him. 

“Don’t get yourself worked up, Jamie,” She assured him. “We’re not allowed to treat people we know. It’s just not ethical. Nothing more than that.” He released his held breath. Giving him a knowing look, she leaned forward into the room, lowering her voice. “You can tell me why you think it’s about more than that at your appointment… tomorrow.” 

Oh man. She is good.

Dr. Fieldstone did not loiter, just gave him a final look before walking back to her office. Jamie remained seated as he ran a hand down his face. 

He tried to think of literally anything else, but when he looked outside at the rain again, all it did was bring back more memories of you. 

Every second that he was awake since the revelation yesterday, which had been a lot more time than he would’ve liked, he was on the brink of a complete mental breakdown. At this moment in your office, he found himself preemptively doing his grounding techniques. 

“I see and feel this desk,” He muttered to himself. He placed his other hand on the chair. “I feel this chair. I see a white wall. I see the…the rain…” 

What am I going to do without you?

“God dammit.” Resisting the urge to punch something, he ran his fingers through his hair. Maybe he should just go down to the changing room and get ready for training. Did this conversation really have to happen right now, this early morning? Maybe it could wait, at least until after training.

But it couldn’t. Jamie knew that well enough. It was already affecting him at home, keeping him up at night. Lord only knows how it would hurt him during training, if he didn’t get it out of the way. And if he fucked up on the pitch, Roy Kent would have his balls.

He knew the only way to move on was to open the door to communicate, and the only person to do it had to be the one who closed that door in the first place. Him.  

“Thank god me appointment is tomorrow,” Jamie muttered to himself as he grabbed his phone from his pocket, opening Instagram to pass the time.

“No, mum, I don’t have any appointments today,” You said into your phone speaker as you drove down the road. “It’s my first day. I think I’ll just be signing paperwork and going over policies. All that general stuff.” Behind you came a loud giggle, and when you glanced in the rearview, you caught Ivy hitting her hand against the window. She had always loved the rain, which she couldn’t have learned from you. The rain was your worst enemy.

“Did ya see Jamie Tartt?” Your mum asked, trying to sound casual. You stared out the windscreen, wondering why she would do this right now. All it did was force you to revisit the anger you had felt all of last night that she didn’t warn you of his place on the team. 

“Yes, I saw Jamie,” You sighed. 

“Did you kick him in the fuckin’ balls for me?”

This made you laugh. “No, unfortunately, my new boss who’s kind of scary was right there.” From the other side of the phone, you could hear her mutter something incoherent before she responded.

“Please do, when you get the chance, love.”

As you pulled into the car park of Nelson Road Stadium, Ivy let out another laugh. You could see the car of your babysitter waiting for you. 

“Alright, mum, I gotta go,” You said as you turned the car off. “Love you. I’ll phone later.”

“Love you, darlin’,” She said. “Give Ives a kissie from her nan.” 

“Will do.” Ending the call, you stuffed the phone in your pocket before grabbing your bag and climbing out of the car. When you opened the door to the backseat, Ivy was focused on the stuffed teddy on her lap. “Alright, love. Are you ready to go with the babysitter?” 

Ivy furiously shook her head. 

“No, please.”

You knew it would be hard. She had loved her babysitter back in the United States. Ivy wasn’t the type to become accustomed to strangers quickly, and you worried about the young girl behind you, who was climbing out of her car just as you undid Ivy’s seatbelts. 

“Thank you for meetin’ me here!” Shannon called to you as she shut the car door and made her way over. “My mum needed help with somethin’, and it was faster to meet you than to race home.” 

You glanced over towards her car, spotting the car seat that was similar to Ivy’s. A sigh of relief fell from your chest. At least you didn’t have to transfer the car seat over to her car.

“I should be thanking you,” You said as Ivy curled into your shoulder. “I know it’s last minute but I needed someone fast.” Shannon leaned her head towards Ivy, sending a wave her way. Though the toddler didn’t completely hide her face, she didn’t reciprocate the gesture, either. 

“Hello, Ivy,” She said delicately.

You set your daughter down on the cement. She pressed herself into your legs before looking up at the sky. For a moment, she seemed to forget the fear, her little hands reaching up as she smiled at the clouds. It was hard not to watch when she got like this. You had never seen any toddler behave like this about anything, so of course it would be yours who would have such a delightful, intense love for something.

“She loves the rain,” You explained to Shannon, who was looking at her in awe and confusion. “I’ve never met a toddler more obsessed.” 

Shannon kneeled down to Ivy’s level, her eyes warm and friendly. “I like the rain too. Would you like to be friends, Miss Ivy?” Ivy clearly was debating this, looking up at you for reassurance. You gave her a little nudge with a smile.

“I like Shannon,” You told her. “I think you’ll like her too. But you do have to go with her.” 

Ivy’s gaze found Shannon again as you guided her to the young girl. With all of the hesitation in the world, when Shannon offered her hand, Ivy took it but not before throwing you an unsure glance. 

“Maybe we can jump through puddles for a little bit before going back to the house!” Shannon suggested excitedly. “Would you like that?” Ivy’s eyes seemed to glaze over, and then she was jumping up and down in excitement. You sighed in relief as you kneeled down to say goodbye to your daughter. 

“I love you, babe,” You said to her, giving her a kiss and hug, which she lovingly returned. “Mummy’ll pick you up after work, okay?”

“Love you, mummy!” She shouted as you stood up. 

As Ivy turned to face Shannon, you grabbed a box of belongings for your office out of the backseat of your car. From what you could tell, as far as first meetings go, Ivy was doing incredibly well. Better than you had expected, considering the stress of the move and the new environment. Although, leaving her with babysitters never got any easier. You wished it were possible to just bring her to work with you. Having an adorable, therapy toddler would be perfect for the players.

Well. Except the one you wanted nowhere near her.

You gave them a quick wave before making your way inside. When you threw one last look over your shoulder, you found that Ivy had already found the largest puddle she could, jumping into it and sending water scattering. The anxiety in your chest was replaced with ease. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

The security guard waved you through without looking up from his computer. It was livelier this morning than it had been the previous day, with people shuffling down the hallways in packs. As you quickly walked in the direction that Rebecca had shown you to get to your office, you kept your head down. The first day jitters were hitting you hard at this moment. Sounds seemed to fade as you made your way up the stairway towards your office. The idea of being alone for even a moment before you started working with Sharon sounded just heavenly.

 You froze at the top of the steps, your eyes quickly spotting the presence waiting for you.

He was wearing a hat that boldly said I,COG. The brim covered his face as he looked down at his phone, but you knew it was him. You inhaled sharply before taking another step forward.

“Well, this isn’t quite the welcome wagon I had wanted.”

Jamie jumped out of the seat, his phone clattering to the floor. Without looking at him, you crossed into the room and rounded the desk, so you were on the opposite side as him. His eyes followed you the whole way, your chest burning in anxiety. This was the last thing you had expected, let alone wanted, to happen when you walked into Nelson Road Stadium that morning. You set the box of your things on your desk before letting your hands rest on your hips. 

“Fuck,” He muttered as he snatched his phone off the floor. The red in his cheeks and the disgruntled look on his face told you everything you needed to know. He was dreading this conversation just as much as you were. 

“What can I do for you?” Your voice was professional as you tried to put a wall up between yourself and him. Jamie stared at you before shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

“I just…Well…” He sighed. “I thought we should… talk.” 

You let out a prolonged “Oh…” with the corners of your mouth ticking upwards in a smile, but it wasn’t a kind one. The professionalism you had been forcing was quickly melting away. 

“A bit late for this talk,” You said, your eyes staring at the ceiling in thought. “Let’s see… about three years! Yeah, three years too late.” It was hard to keep your anger level down, as it was already boiling over in your chest. The heat that rose up your neck and into your cheeks was intense.

Jamie shook his head. “You have every right to be angry-“

“Well, thank fuck that I have your permission to be angry. No idea what I would do without it.”

Jamie’s hands gripped at the strap of his bag like he was holding on for dear life. You could see his nails were down to the nubs. You couldn’t help but wonder; When did he start biting them again? Pushing the thought away, you scolded yourself for caring.

Part of you felt bad for the sarcasm, but you couldn’t help it. Before starting this line of work, you were the most sarcastic person there was, and seeing Jamie brought out parts of you that you hadn’t visited in a long time. 

It felt like you had jumped into one of your daydreams. The dreams of finally getting to tell Jamie off for the turmoil he caused. In some of them, you were angrier, throwing things and screaming in his face. In others, you were indifferent to him, examining your nails as he begged for forgiveness at your feet. Now that the moment was here, the reality was it felt like it was a combination of a lot of things. The biggest emotion you felt, however, was just pain. Simply looking at him caused your chest to ache. 

For Jamie, however, all he felt was guilt, and waves and waves of devastation. Simply looking at you reminded him of his past failures, of the man his father had turned him into. The man he had been working so hard to stop being. When he would dream of this moment, he never imagined you’d forgive him, so at least you were following the script.

“Can I just explain-“

“I don’t want an explanation,” You said firmly, waving your hand. “I just want to come in, do my job, and leave. I didn’t ask for any of this.” He glanced around the room as he carefully considered his next words. 

“Did- did ya know? That I play here?” He asked slowly. You had begun pulling papers out of the box when he spoke, and you dropped a pad of paper down quite loudly on top of the desk, causing Jamie to flinch. 

“Yeah, Jamie,” You said, rubbing one of your eyes with a fist. “I not only continued to follow your career after you fucking dropped off the face of my world, but I decided to uproot my entire life and move back here from the other side of the Earth and take a job at this football club specifically just because you play here. And I did all of that because I’m still hopelessly in love with you, and am trying to win you back.” 

Jamie cocked a head as he stared at you. Though he should've been focusing on your words, regardless of how malicious they were, he was trying to pinpoint what was so different about you. A long moment passed before he spoke again. 

“Your accent is different.” 

He could tell the statement caught you off guard, as your breath hitched in your throat. 

“The Americans got to me.” It sounded rehearsed, and he wondered how your proud Mancunian mum handled hearing you talk these days. 

The two of you stared at each other in stunned silence. His eyes wandered until something in the box on the desk caught his eye. A small figure with deep brown hair and familiar looking eyes. Taking a step forward, he reached for a picture frame that was on top. 

“Who’s-“

You snap the lid shut, almost catching the tips of his fingers.

“What right do you have to know?” You asked, your voice cold. “What right do you have to know anything about me anymore?” 

He heard it. The quiver in your voice. The falter in your hard exterior. It was disarming. This felt so much different than any other anger you had ever directed towards him. In all of the years he had known you, you had never shut him out like this before. He didn’t know how to take it.

He conceded. “I guess I don’t.” 

“Great,” You said with reformed confidence. “Glad we agree. Now get the fuck out of my office.” Without wasting another second, you turned away from him, as if your heart wasn’t drowning in devastation. Instead, you kept pretending that it was fire in your chest. 

He hovered as you began to unpack the box once more. When you set out the picture frame he had reached for, you had angled it so he couldn’t see who was in the photo. Briefly, he considered trying to look at it again, now that it was out in the open, but he didn’t. The last thing he wanted to do was make you angrier than you already were. Instead, he turned, and made his way out the door and down the stairs. 

The changing room was well and alive when Jamie entered. Laughter and conversation greeted him like an old friend. He made his way to his locker with his head down. Though some hellos were tossed his way, he didn’t return them. His head was spinning too much to speak.

“Oi.”

Jamie turned to find Roy Kent making his way towards him. He sat down on the bench next to where Jamie had set his bag down.

“Did you talk to her?” He kept his voice low to avoid the nosey teammates from overhearing. Jamie scratched his nose.

“Erm yeah. We talked.”

“And how did it go?” Roy sounded surprisingly curious, and, though anyone knew he would never admit it, concerned. 

Jamie shook his head before saying, “Fuckin’ awful, mate.” 

“I think it went as well as expected,” You said into your phone. In the heat of the moment after Jamie had left the room, you did the first thing you could think of to clear your head: Call your mum.

“Did ya…” She hesitated, and you knew whatever she was about to say next wouldn’t be something you liked. “Did ya tell him? About Ivy?” I sigh heavily, the breath forcing its way out of my chest.

“Of course not.”

“He needs to know, love,” Your mum said softly. “Is he a right prick? Of course. But he deserves to know that he’s her-“

“Don’t say it, please.” With your free hand, you rub one of your eyes. You smack it down against the wooden desk before speaking again. “I’ll tell him when I’m ready.” You heard her laugh softly, making you wonder if she was trying to hide it from you. 

“The longer ya wait, the harder it will be, d’ya know what I mean?” 

“Yes, mum.” There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and then you heard a sigh come through the phone.

“You need to call me more so you can start talkin’ like a Mancunian again,” She scolded. “Can’t stand this new pseudo-American accent on you.” You shook your head in annoyance.

“Okay, bye mum,” You said, hanging up before she could say anything else. The phone made a loud noise when you tossed it across your desk. Resting your head in your hands, you let out a loud sigh. The day was not starting how you would’ve liked. 

A gentle knock at the door forced you to look up. Sharon walked into the room with a laptop and a giant binder. Across the spine read “Policies and Procedures.” She was eyeing you, but you couldn’t read her expression. As easy as it was to read everyone else, you clocked Sharon as the type who could hide herself away very well.

“You ready to get started?” She asked, sitting down in the chair that Jamie had previously been sitting in. Inhaling deeply in an effort to appear calm, you nod. 

“Of course.”

Out of the binder, Sharon pulls a stack of papers. 

“These are just the standard tax forms and policy agreements.” 

Without audibly responding, you take the stack and begin to flip through them. The room was silent besides the rain that continued to fall. It was hard to focus, as Jamie’s face kept appearing in your mind. Rope in the fact that you were being watched by someone who could professionally read people, and the struggle was intensely real.

“So…” Sharon started in a casual voice. “You and Jamie Tartt.” 

You glanced up in surprise. It was entirely unexpected for her to bring up. Sharon had a knowing smile on her face, the epitome of innocence. She didn’t wait for you to respond before speaking again. 

“What’s the story there?”

You think about her question. To say something. To not say something. Without meaning to, your eyes fall on the photo of Ivy that now sat on your desk. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sharon following your gaze to the frame, though she couldn’t see who was pictured on the other side. 

“It’s a long one,” You tell her as your eyes fall back to the paperwork. She leans back in the seat. 

“Well, I’d love to hear it sometime,” She said in her gentle tone, a hint of curiosity. “If the look on Jamie’s face this morning, or your demeanour right now are any indicator, I’d say it’s certainly an interesting one.”

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[indeliblemarking]

abuse / trauma obviously isn’t an excuse for behavior and we see that notion applied (rightfully so most of the time) in fandom but i feel like in catra’s case you really can’t remove her suffering when analyzing why her redemption is written the way it is. she’s abused interpersonally and systematically as a child soldier from toddler age and it warps her perception of every relationship in her life to the point where she isolates herself to extreme degrees to the point that she’s consistently on the brink of a mental breakdown. yes she treats people like garbage yes she makes horrible decisions but her case is like…very extreme. and that’s not to necessarily play trauma olympics with characters in other pieces of media but i feel like people kind of downplay how that factors into her reasoning and also sort of forget how young she is throughout her entire story, flashbacks and all. so obviously the show is gonna have the good guys extend sympathy and not have her prove her worth. (which is one of the main ideas that messed her up in the first place) her arc needed more time but I think it’s unnecessary to devalue it just because the characters aren’t mad at her for as long as you want them to be, they offer her love and support as she exists but still don’t excuse or enable poor behavior and don’t allow her to be in their lives and make morally corrupt decisions. anyway ik it’s 2024 but that’s something I’ve thought for a while

[trans-queen-administrator]

Can't sleep, just gonna summarize an old fanfic idea that I never wrote but I'm still fond of and I had a lot planned. Simurgh attacks instead of Leviathan, the entire fic takes place in the quarantine zone.

It was gonna be sort of shuffling around points of view to show all the people affected, but the main character would be Lisa who would second trigger after Coil's base collapsed and killed Dinah, which led to Taylor blaming herself and attempting suicide. Her new power would essentially take away her ability to analyze anything but people, but now she can tell pretty much everything about someone and figure out how to get them to do what she wants. She manages to save Taylor after the attempt and slowly nurses her back to health, and because she's incredibly shaken she absolutely never talks to Taylor without controlling the entire conversation with her power to have it go how she wants. Extremely overprotective, obsessed, and manipulative, which leads to Taylor being overly dependent on Lisa.

Labyrinth is also having a terrible terrible time! She was already having a bad day, and the Simurgh's song pushed her over the brink to just have no control over her powers. While they attempt to calm her down so they can get out of the city with her, Elle accidentally kills Faultline and Newter, and has a fun little mental breakdown over it. Gregor eventually calms her down and comforts her, but with the guilt over killing two of her closest friends she's constantly having worse days than she ever has, with her power's altering of space expanding to a range similar to the size of Taylor's bug control. Entire swaths of the city, unusable when she's there, while Gregor just keeps trying to help her get better because he's a lovely person.

The PRT tries to use some of Bakuda's bombs on the Simurgh when the fight starts going to shit. A direct hit turns one of her wings to glass, and it fell off her to the ground. She dodged the next bomb, telekinetically tossing it aside and boosting its trajectory with some tinkertech to send it flying out of the city. Thanks to the Simurgh, the bomb lands directly on and instantly kills the Butcher all the way over in Boston, which lets Bakuda instantly break out of the transport and make her way back to Brockton Bay for revenge (and also for the tail end of the Simurgh fight, she drives her off), even more insane and murderous than before.

The Travelers are understandably having a bit of a terrible time dealing with all this. Noelle went apeshit and forced her way out of the base, which is what led to it collapsing and killing Dinah (and Jess, who is too sane for all this), and she began touching all the capes she could find to get clones to fight the Simurgh with. She makes everything worse, although the fight was already going poorly, and now that the fight is over there's still dozens of evil clones running around locked inside the dome with everyone else. The quarantine zone is being much more tightly patrolled since the Butcher and a ton of clones are in there, so the Travelers are forced to stay there for now. Luke leaves the group pretty early, he was looking for an excuse to do that in canon anyway. They do need massive amounts of meat for Noelle, and the butchers and supermarkets run out quick, so Krouse persuades Noelle to start eating people he kills for her. I wasn't sure if he would hide the source or if Noelle would know and still get convinced to eat it, but either way it would be a bucket of fun. Mars finally musters up the will to leave the group after that, which leads Noelle to get even more deranged.

Pretty much, the two major forces in the city are Echidna and the Teeth, and they create enough chaos that people not on either side can't really just get by peacefully. Labyrinth, Gregor, Lisa, Taylor, and a few others all band together in a third group thats just trying to survive and support each other. Taylor insisted they try to help feed other people trapped in the zone and Lisa talked her into believing that was a dumb idea.

Parian stuck around in the city to try and help get her family out, and is now trapped in the increasingly violent zone when she really doesn't want to fight. Unfortunately for her, she's forced into the Teeth, who figure out she can do some wacky stuff with skin. Bakuda takes an interest in her when she realizes telekinesis plus bombs is pretty fun, occasionally threatening to die in front of her to always be in Sabah's mind. Eventually Sabah escapes the Teeth and joins Tattletale's crew, where she swears off any and all violence no matter what. Mars is also there doing the same thing, they're both just sick of capes and all it entails. They want to be normal and happy and not deal with their friends eating people or being forced to flay others. Eventually this buds into a romantic relationship, and they find genuine comfort and love in each other even with such a horrible environment. Sabah teaches Mars how to sew, and Mars teaches her how to dance, and neither of them thought they really loved those activities anymore, but when either of them watch their girlfriend learn and smile and love those things it feels like their passion for the arts has just been completely renewed. They're happy together.

So then Bakuda comes after Sabah to get her back and Mars incinerates the Butcher by accident while trying to protect her girlfriend. Woooo.

Clockblocker was trapped under some rubble he froze so it wouldn't crush him, unable to escape and forced to stay there as the song droned and his power lasted the full 10 minutes. He swore he'd rather die than let the Simurgh twist him, but he kept freezing the rubble for almost an hour until someone else trapped in the city saved him. Riddled with guilt and self loathing, he wants to be mean to Taylor but she's just kinda pathetic with how much Lisa wrapped her around her thumb so it falls flat.

Theo is getting groceries when the sirens go off and Purity just fucking leaves him behind, same trigger and power as canon. Rip bozo.

There would be a giant showdown between Butcher Sundancer and Echidna. They were best friends and both of them have been twisted by something inside them into beasts who are trying to tear each other apart. At this point with all the fighting like half the city is rubble, and Tattletale + friends are caught in the crossfire of clones and bombs and fire and are desperately trying to get out. Noelle doesn't have perfect control of her clones, and eventually one lands a lucky shot and kills Marissa. Now Echidna is the Butcher, woooo.

She gives up having reason, she's just on a rampage now. She attacks Lisa's group, and they escape but she gets Taylor inside her, eventually Lisa coordinates an attack where Ballistic launches the glassified Simurgh wing at Noelle, Theo grows a bunch of hands out of it inside her to lock it in, and Clockblocker freezes it so she cant escape without dying. I think I just liked the symbolism of it being the Simurgh's wing and I completely forgot that she can teleport now. Whoops. Doesn't matter.

Noelle escapes, and is fucking them up. All is lost, but Scion appears and stops her because like, that's what he does. He completely atomizes her. Nothing but golden light left. Even the people inside are gone, including Taylor.

Lisa loses it and goes on a five minute power-assisted rant where she verbally eviscerates Scion, says she hopes it still hurts that he's alone, says he's worthless, just destroys the little bastard in a grief induced rage. She doesn't even care that her power told her he'll kill everything one day if left alone, she just wants to take out this rage on him. Scion kills himself after 5 minutes of Lisa tearing into him, its implied this was the Simurgh's end goal or whatever, Lisa saved the universe and she doesn't give a shit, Taylor is gone.

So she does the logical thing and kidnaps Taylor's Echidna clone, ties her to a chair, and warps her mind with constant conversation with the end goal of getting her Taylor back. Her power tells her the entire time that this isn't Taylor, it's someone who looks like her but can only hate, and she doesn't give up. I think it works out for her, Contessa owes her a favor now and helps her out with getting Taylor back from something that was never her. This shit was bleak and needed a happy ending. There were even more plotlines I never touched on, I had plans for everyone who made it out of the city too, but this is long so I'm just gonna post now.

[aftonfamilyvalues]

honestly i do find it super horrible that trans people treat kc millers story as if its completely based on dissatisfaction with her transitioned appearance and completely shallow. they dont care about actually hearing her out, they only care about making her look like a damn fool. even if they did, they wouldnt care about how she was a severely mentally ill teenager, that within a matter of 3 months she was given hormones, that she was pulled out at the end of her senior year in high school because she was on the brink of a mental breakdown and being hospitalized or how a month later she was given a double mastectomy which was then botched. i suppose its easier for them to make it about the hairline than to address the actual concerns.

[fuck-customers]

🥲

Well, I was the one to asked for advice on dealing with my bully manager, Jen. I decided that I was going to just avoid her as much as possible. Not in a way that makes it obvious, but in a way that makes it clear that if it has nothing to do with work, I don't want to talk to her.

Well things have gotten...messy. Jen mysteriously started being nice to me? And I don't know why? I thought at first she was putting on a show for the brand new hires. My hours were slightly cut, as they always are when we get new hires, it never lasts.

But today I go into work, and I discover that my hours have been slashed BAD. And I jokingly asked another manager, Avery, "Hey, am I being punished or something?"

Deadass, this man looked me in the eye and says, "Yes. We've been getting a lot of complaints about your attitude. Take this opportunity for what it is and rethink how you can improve your hospitality."

I'm scared to point fingers. But he refused to give me any concrete specific ways that I supposedly have an "attitude problem", and I think it's partially customers who sense I'm neurodivergent and hate me on sight (which is a scientifically proven situation, as much as I hate it), but I also think it's Jen trying to sabotage me. I've never been treated like this in the over 3 years I've worked here, and Jen's been here a little over a month and suddenly this is happening?

I'm genuinely terrified that I'm going to lose my job. There's nowhere else hiring that I can feasibly walk to, and I don't have the kind of funds to have a bus pass. I'm trapped in an emotionally abusive household and I've been struggling to save money to move out. And I'm still struggling with getting over Covid, because I have a cough that I can't shake, and my muscles are so fatigued.

I don't know what to do. I'm on the brink of a mental breakdown, and I don't know what I'm gonna do if I get fired for something I can't control about myself.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[toffeechad]

✰ BATTLE IN LOBOTOMY CORPORATION: THE TRUMPET OF TWO AU INFO ✰

⚠ TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEATH, ALIVEN'T AND ALSO N00SE RELATED IMAGERY INCLUDED. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK. ⚠

Do you want to proceed? (Click the read more block if yes, don't click the read more block if no.)

MAIN INFO

This AU has some parts of LobCorp & BFDI jumbled up together. The Agents get to take part in challenges. If their teams fail, one of the losing team's members get sacrificed to the Unnamed Fetus. You may be wondering, what would the abnormalities look like? Good question. For the abnormalities that have human-like bodies such as The Queen Of Hatred & Laetitia, they'd probably be based off the object that'll fit their design. For the abnormalities related to other categories such as Punishing Bird or CENSORED, they'll remain with the same design.

AGENT & SEPHIRAH INFO + DESIGNS (TW: N00SE INCLUSION ON FLOWER'S DESIGN)

Specifically by pattern, not only the line patterns on the robot are the same as the other, but also the colors are the same as the main color of that character's asset as well.

The sacrifice order of the AU is related to the BFB (presplit & postsplit) elimination order along with the TPOT elimination order.

These drawings were done way before tpot 9 truly came out, don't expect me to update their designs however!

OTHER INFO

SEFIROT BIOS

Loser: He was once a celebrity who was adored by his fans a lot, especially for Cake. He tried his best to aim for the perfect results and never gave up... but what he was trying his best to aim for became a personal obsession of his... it led him to a trap.

Black Hole: He's very strict when it comes to analyzing Abnormalities in the facility. But whenever he sees an employee from another team or his team die by being sacrificed, he gets extremely anxious. He has Thanatophobia.

Book: She's a dictionary trying her best to help out everyone with their problems so that she'd be appreciated. She has a habit of questioning her own sanity. Ever since Taco has been sacrificed, she's willing to befriend Bomby and Nickel during her breaktime in the facility.

Golf Ball: She's a scientist and mechanic who was formerly a responsible leader... but after suppressing the first 38 sacrificed victims together with the other employees, she tried apologizing to Puffball and Fries (with lowered cogito filters)... Yet she wasn't forgiven yet. They just stared at her angrily as if they're both in the brink of mutiny. Therefore, she then feels helpless whenever a trusted teammate of her dies.

Pencil & Match: Pencil's immature, whereas Match is positive at first. Both of them seem to only trust anyone that's affiliated with their alliance or their team.

Leafy: She was once a happy-go-lucky team member... until she was sacrificed. She just wanted to suppress abnormalities for the sake of helping out the facility. Although.... she's taking her duty too far.

Coiny: He's Pin's really sleep-deprived and mature best friend. While drinking his coffee, he mostly pretends to care for the other employees. While he was in his meltdown state, he struggles to control his own mind as if he had a mental breakdown.

Basketball: She's been through numerous agonizing moments ranging from 8-Ball's sacrifice to Robot Flower's memory loss. Someday, she'll find a way to get her back.... She deeply cares for Grassy's safety as well. She's in charge of handling physical materials for the facility. After the aforementioned events, she yearned for Bell to die soon as she'd enjoy seeing her suffer.

Clock: He's calm and collected. He doesn't really think there's a point to bond with Winner anymore. He's now in charge of recording everything that happens in the facility, especially for sacrifices. He has knowledge about time and cycles.

i suck at writing anyways, thank you for coming to my ted talk

[eldritch-spouse]

Hiyaa, I just found your blog recently and already love the messed-up characters lmao. Especially all of the messed up morbid shit they do in the Clergy. But I wanna go ramble about my sudden scenario idea, feel free to entertain the idea of my brain, mx Pinnie!

(CW: Mentions of Suicide)

Imagine the scenario where all of the TCE boys S/O's have known and were close to Admin in the past before Krulu fucked up everything.

Though in context (I'm basing this off of from Lobotomy Corporation & Library of Ruina story between Angela and the Sephiroths) of Admin and her relationship with the TCE obsession's:

Video of Angela's lore in case you're curious (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxbsSPjBWCA&t=1357s)

Admin was the others personal indirect torturer due to the circumstances of one selfish bastard, who was Admin's father and former boss of the other darlings, that forced Admin to follow the script that he left behind in order to complete the project he and his coworkers wanted to achieve. If Admin didn't follow the script, then everything will reset to the beginning with only Admin aware and remember these loops that repeated thousands of times. To make matters worse, Admin HAD to push the TCE's obsessions till the brink of breakdown to follow the script and hope that the loop will end - it doesn't help that Admin directly had a lot of conversations with the other darlings because they were all in the higher positions and maintained order within the facility.

Admittedly, Admin WANTED to alleviate the sufferings of the others , including the employees (that were seen as expendables), from working in what can only be described as Hell on Earth itself because Admin genuinely cared for the Darlings. But she can't because if she deviates from the script then everything will reset and would further continuing everyone's torture. The Admin's role in this monotonous play was to be the stage's gear that pulls the levers. Watching everyone getting slaughtered, losing their sanities or committing suicide.

When the curtains came to a close, the Darlings were (understandably) not happy with Admin for not only mentally torturing them, but also responsible for undermining all their pain and suffering by fucking up the Script at the very end. Yet despite the anger the Darlings had, they can't entirely blame Admin for it because they were all victims of their Boss' abuse. So they tried to lead her to a better path so Admin doesn't become like her father and further her pain.

Boy. It will be very angst worthy for Admin when she meets the others again in the Clergy and becoming the source of the TCE's obsessions.

Now the fun part, Admin and the TCE's obsessions dynamics!

-) With Morell's, Gallon, and Grimbly's Obsession: The three held very little grudge against Admin in the present and were the more sympathetic of her unfortunate situation (Especially after finding out what happened with Krulu and Ludwig). They're mainly the ones to let her vent and listen when Admin needed to let out all her frustrations and emotions. However, Gallon's S/O would be the one to give insights (albeit Philosophical) because she can gouge out what Admin is thinking.

-) With Nebul's & Patches' Obsession: The two could emphasize with Admin's guilt, because the two (despite having different personality with Patches' S/O being the more dominant and responsible while Nebul's S/O is the more quiet and submissive) knew what it was like to be helpless with the circumstances against you and you can't save everyone. That very guilt could swallow you whole and trapped one into a cold suffocating abyss, so the two would often make sure Admin doesn't force herself and wallow in self punishment for too long because despite everything that Admin did and done both in the past and present, the two still genuinely care for her wellbeing.

-) With Belo and Santi's obsession: Ironically, those two were the most upset/disappointed with Admin in the past and present and had no hesitation to express it. Yet, it's what made Admin relaxed around them because the two will be transparent, critical and not sugar-coat what they feel and their beliefs towards the situation to the Admin's face. And Admin knows that the two did it because they don't want to coddle her like the others.

-) Sybastian, Vinnel and Fank-e's Obsession: These three are there to distract Admin from the toxic self-guilt mindset with doing normal stuff like shopping, watching a movie night etc, and had told her: "What's done is done. There's nothing that we can do to make the situation less traumatic and immoral for all of us, but most of us don't blame you for our current life with these monster people. Who's to say we can't be happy here in the future? It's not like it'll be any worse than our last job"

-) Ludwig's Obsession: As if it wasn't bad enough that Admin was Ludwig's crush and best friend, but his S/O is Admin's closest companion out of everyone before the Repetitive Loop. Ludwig's Obsession was the only one who understands Admin the most and how she functions even post-Krulu's vessel. So naturally, Admin would go to her first to have a heart-to-heart with despite the awkward tension in the air with Ludwig into the picture.

Sorry for the long post, but I want to get this idea out of my head and possibly share it to you

[Thenk you! I'm a woman, you can use typically feminine ways to adress me, but I'm not a stickler about it.]

I'm going to confess I don't understand most of what is happening here, probably because I'm not deep into the lore of those two franchises you mentioned, but I do find it interesting.

I suppose it can work as a separate AU wherein Admin retains her memories? And her father somehow orchestrates things to a surprising degree. But it does beg the question, where does Krulu fit in this? Because Krulu is extremely controlling, and I don't see him giving an ounce of control or power to someone in Admin's family. If Krulu is absent from the picture, this can work pretty well!

Overall, I'm genuinely interested, because I love the concept of looping and "restarting" as well as characters that are aware of it to some degree (yeah sure I had an Undertale phase, but it's not like this fondness stemmed solely from there), so I really enjoy the possibilities you can explore here. You've made an interesting narrative, congrats! 🤔

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Unedited ass Bath for SMG3 fic moment

I literally didn't proof read this, read w caution <3

it's not really an entire story, just me thinking about a fun scenario bit so read w that in mind

bath for SMG3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“I said I was sorry, okay??!” one could be heard yelling.

“I don’t care! GO! AWAY!” the other yelled back.

“Please! Let… let me help you”

SMG3, sighed. He knew, SMG4 had good intentions, he offered his help honestly. He knew this.

“I’ve had enough of that”

“Wh-! WHAT??” 

“I mean, your ‘help’ got my cafe infested with snails”

“Just more of a reason for me to help you!”

“What for?”

“Because we’re-”

“Friends? Oh… friends… Yeah, friends” 3 rolled his eyes “I’ve had enough of your friendship for a while now”

4 heartbroken, not knowing how to answer, took his leave. He couldn’t deal with this.

3 cleaned the cafe on his own, though it’s not like it was getting much traffic at this point. He was… once again stuck in the shadows.

He decided to close early, not like anyone would want to come in anyways. He went to his room, pondering to himself… What should he do now? What else is there for him? Or… will he be once again stuck in the shadows? Well… welcome back, shadows. At least you always take him back. Unconditionally

A few days have passed. 4 was still pissed but… He still could not look away. He didn’t see 3 leave his cafe for days. He didn’t see him open at all. He didn’t see him stream at all. He didn’t reply to the awesome memes he sent him on Discord. He didn’t even come to ask for useless shit that he would do sometimes for some reason. It was almost like he vanished. Nowhere to be found.

“No… no… I should stay calm” he talked to himself “It’s- It’s not like I already saw he was on the brink of breaking nooo! A little mental breakdown wouldn’t bring him down like that! Right… Right? SMG3 is built different… yea” he stared before himself before noticing Tari in the door way.

“Does this bloke always talk to himself?” Clench spoke, as he learned of the name of the hand a few days ago. It was… weird but not the weirdest thing in their universe. Tari glared at him before looking at 4, concern in her eyes.

“Hey… Want to check on SMG3 together? I can see you’re worried about him”

4 eyed the floor intensely. He didn’t realise how sensitive this situation made him. He wanted to cry.

“Yeah… we should…”

He got up, trying to collect himself together as they went to the cafe.

As they opened the door, 4 noted the cafe was as empty as it was their last fight. Their last fight… Why… Why… Why can’t he just help 3? Without causing him trouble. He couldn’t help it as he looked around. The tears felt comforting against his face, emotions pouring out. He missed when this place was filled.

“Hey, 4…” Tari put a hand on his shoulder “I get it but… you have to be strong… for 3”

4 took a deep breath. He really wanted to be strong for him. And do him right at least once, even if that’s the last thing he ever does. 

“For 3” 4 smiled at Tari, trying to show that he still had courage. He cared too much not to.

They went to the bookshelf at the back. At this point 4 knew exactly how to get 3 by heart. You couldn’t waste time when you wanted someone’s opinions on your meme afterall. He smiled lightly at the memory as both him and Tari stepped into the elevator. He just couldn’t let go of something so great. 

The elevator door opened, revealing the room as dark, only being illuminated by the elevator’s light. 3 didn’t seem to be anywhere.

“S..MG3?” Tari called out, though nervously “We.. want to help!... Whether you like it or not!” her threatening wasn’t too intimidating but at least she got her message across.

But 4 already where he was, eying his bed. He walked up to his bed, lightly putting his hand down on the shape he presumed as 3. The shape seemed to stir lightly at his touch, confirming that there’s one sad man underneath.

“I-... we’re worried about you, 3…” 4 spoke, trying to once again hold back tears. God damn it.

But there was no answer. Tari walked up beside 4.

“Please… 3… uh” Tari started to panic, not sure what else she could say that they didn’t say already “We’re… sorry if we… treated you badly… We do want to help”

“I… I know you hate when I say it” 4 chuckled, thinking about all the times 3 refused to give his pride up “But you said it once that… that we’re friends. You’re not escaping this easily… I know I’m not… always the best for you… which I should be but… I want to make up for it”

4 could see one tired eye peak out, unsure if it’s only red because of 3’s eyes being red, or if the possible exhaustion was adding to it.

“Get.. out”

“No” 4 said, firm. 

“Yeah! What he said!” Tari stood with 4 “We ARE your friends”

“I don’t want friends” 3 spoke weakly.

4 was feeling fed up, he was REALLY about to not have it.

“Well, too bad, dipshit! We’re here whether you like it or not!”

Tari wasn’t sure how to add to it. But Clench had ideas, although Tari told him not to butt in for this.

“Rotting in bed won’t fix your life”

Wow. Those words stung. 3 could feel it all too well, as if daggers were stabbed into his soul from every direction. 

“Well” he sat up angry “Maybe I don’t want to fix my life! Maybe I’ll rather rot, I’ll rather” he teared up “I rather stay in the shadows”

4 reached his boiling point. Without a word, he grabbed 3 by his collar and dragged him to his bathroom.

“ASSHOLE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???!!” 3 screamed at him but 4 didn’t reply, just dragged him until he could throw him into the bathtub.

“It’s time for a bath” 4 growled. Tari was scared but she followed behind. Clench, while being a hand, still managed to look flabbergasted.

“WHAT?? SMG4 I’M- I’M IN MY CLOTHES- WHAT THE FUCK”

3 squirmed, so 4 got in the bath tub with him, holding him down. It was a bit awkward but whatever, 4 wasn’t thinking about that right now. 

“Those need a wash as well anyways” 4 gave 3 that stern look. 3 would usually fight back more but there was something about the way that 4 looked at him that made him hesitate.

“I didn’t want to say but… the smell was pretty bad when we came in” Tari commented “I’m not judging though! Eheh,, it’s just… bad either way you know?”

3 sighed, with his arms folded as 4 started to soak him with the showerhead he had. The warmth of it was weirdly comforting, although just as weird, considering he was fully clothed. 4’s look while not looking any less stern, at least he started looking a little less intimidating. While awkward, Tari found it quite interesting to watch the 2. She knew stuff was intense between them but she didn’t think it got this bad.

She looked at Clench, who seemingly also looked at her, Tari smiling as she thought of doing something. Clench went for 3’s head lightly.

4 looked at him confused. Tari gave him a thumbs up with her free hand.

“What SMG3 is thinking: Maybe this isn’t so bad… hey what is that about how you want to-” suddenly 3 swatted away Clench.

“That’s private”

“Sheesh, dude…”

“What is it?” Tari questioned Clench. 4 also looked curiously. He wondered what 3 wanted to do.

“It’s about how he wants to-”

3 grabbed Clench, not so gently at that.

“Ow ow ow ow ow ow- That hurts”

“Shut your yapper then”

Tari looked at him sad. Clench also gestured sadly but then slowly leaned towards Tari and whispered something to her that made her less sad.

4 was too busy to notice them interacting further as he now focused back on cleaning up 3, although with how it was going, he was getting soaked himself. He didn’t really care though. The times his eyes would meet 3’s, while they didn’t last long… It all felt very intimate. He didn’t exactly get why he was doing this but… He had enough. He reached for shampoo as well, going for 3’s hair, massaging his head.

3 seemed to calm down. 4 was the perfect mix of gentle and firm. He felt a little less gross… A little less angry… A little more inclined to… No. Not that. He couldn’t think of 4 like that.

Regardless he enjoyed it and it was sort of obvious. Especially with how he kind of leaned into it. 4 actually found it kind of sweet in a way. It was obvious enough that Tari saw it too. It was always so special when these 2 were in peace with each other. It always made her wonder what these 2 could be like if they weren’t ever enemies. It’s just part of her fantasies where she imagines a perfect world where they’re perfectly all friends with no problems… She really only thinks about it in hard times… Hard times that could’ve been better if they were to just not argue and get along… And these 2 were pretty much the epitome of that. 

4 rinsed off 3’s hair. 3 was practically motionless with how relaxed he got. Or maybe he just realised that fighting back wasn’t an option at this point. Or perhaps it was both.

Tari threw a towel to 4, who then used it to dry 3’s hair. 3 paid such attention to the way 4 was doing that… once again, a perfect blend of firm and gentle… with such seemingly calculated moves, holding him in place. He found himself looking at 4, and 4 looking at him. His face also read peace. He could get lost forever in those eyes… Their connection was like no one else’s… and 3 hated it so much, how true it was.

Tari coughed, catching both of their attention as they stopped staring at each other so intensely. Tari wasn’t ready to third wheel that hard. Though she wondered what would’ve happened if she didn’t alert them. 

4 got out of the tub, although at this point he was very much soaked himself too. It was like bathing an overly excited dog. Except it was a grown ass, stinky man who heavily refused at first. 

It seemed Tari thought of something as she left the room to do something else. Which left the 2 with each other. After 4 got up from holding 3 down, 3 got up too and took off his overalls, seemingly not really caring that 4 is there. Although he grew flustered when he noticed how 4 was staring at him. 4 realised how that must have looked to 3, now he was feeling embarrassed as well. Now we had 2 men, too embarrassed to look each other in the eyes. 4 thought for a bit, then decided to turn away from facing 3, even covering his face. Though it was interesting how it didn’t occur for him to leave. And that it didn’t occur for 3 to ask him to leave either. Instead, with how intense the air felt, 3 decided it was best to change fast. He was kind of glad now he kept some of his clothes in his bathroom, considering how he had been feeling too lazy to put away a lot of stuff, considering his state. He dressed up, feeling kind of renewed. 

“You can turn around, idiot” 3 chuckled.

4 looked. 3 had a simple white shirt and purplee shorts on. A different look, kind of a little too boring for someone like 3 but hey? Who cares, at least he didn’t need to look at him naked.

“What are you calling me an idiot for?”

“Force of habit”

4 thought for a bit.

“Fair enough”

The 2 left the bathroom, the air still felt a little weird with it only being the 2 of them there. They saw that Tari seemed to take out and 3’s bedding. She came back right then.

“Oh hey! I took your blanket and pillows out as they uhm… they need it I think” she scratched her neck.

“Oh! Thanks.. I guess” 3 still wasn’t sure how to feel. 

“You’re welcome, 3” Tari smiled warmly. It was weird. 3 felt weird. It was kind of forceful, but both of them were being so kind to him.

“And you’re not gonna thank me?” 4 looked at him, and then pointed at his own clothes, which were still very much soaked.

“What, you want me to give you clothes or something?”

4 stared at him, unsure what to reply.

“You can, if you want, 4” 3 looked away, seemingly blushing. 

“Oh- Uh, thanks! I’ll take the offer” 4 awkwardly went back to the bathroom, closing the door after himself. 

“Soooo…” Tari got close to him, with Clench speaking, she only had a grin on her face, knowing what he was about to say “You like him, don’t you?”

3 punched Clench into a different shape.

“No manners these days” Clench sobbed. 3 didn’t react further. 

“You’re being so mean, 3…” Tari sobbed, holding her hand. 

“Whatever” he grumbled.

4 came out of the bathroom after a bit, his outfit sort of mimicking 3’s with a black tee and purple shorts.

“So sorry, I think I’ll need to leave now, I have a Smash score to settle soon, I need to warm up!” Tari said as she went for the elevator. Now it was only 3 and 4. 

4 thought for a bit.

“Uh-”

“Don’t say anything” 3 didn’t look at him.

“But- 3…” 

“No, I… I think I already gave you enough”

“You, really? I think I helped you more”

“That’s..” 3 facepalmed “That’s not what I meant…”

“Then?”

“I’ve let you in… I was letting you stay… I think you should go… I have to… think about stuff”

“Oh, well…”

3 folded his arms, looking away from 4.

“I see don’t want me to stay… just… one more thing?”

“What?” 3 looked back at him, a bit annoyed, only to be pulled into a hug.

“Don’t make me do this again… It’s not fun worrying this much for you, alright?”

3 wasn’t sure how to react for a bit. It made him crazy. He hugged back. He didn’t remember having such prolonged physical contact for a while now, besides their guardian training sessions. 

4 let go of him, looking at him with a small hopeful smile.

“Can you promise me that?” his voice was sweet and small. 3 was going crazy. So so crazy.

“I’ll try, I guess… but only so you don’t do that again…” 3 looked away, not wanting to look so weak. 4 pat him on his shoulder. 

“Thanks, man… I hope to see you around. Take your time”

The 2 exchanged one more look, the sort of look that seemed to carry things that couldn’t be mentioned at this point. 

4 finally left. Now it was only 3 and his room and oh boy… his head was loud.

He laid down on his bare bed, with nothing on it then. It still managed to be comfortable. He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling.

It was worth it to see 4 look at him like that… Maybe he’ll let 4 do that more… Though he was unsure if 4 would be happy about that.

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SI VIS AMARI, AMA

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ a simple night terror can shed light on one’s deepest fears. manjiro is no exception.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ mental breakdown, mentions of death, dead!reader, mentally unstable mikey. description of how reader died, description of death scar. i might have gotten a bit rusty so sorry for that. also not proofread. thank you @ask-the-insect-hashira for requesting, i hope it is to your liking <3

mikey’s days in manila are all the same. eat, sleep, stand around, repeat. every day is dull, filled with nothing but regret and the wait for takemichi to finally come; and today is no different. the sun shines brightly throughout the city, and the heat and his dreams are unbearable, as always. not even his spot in the deepest nook of the abandoned building brings comfort upon the ex-gang leader anymore.

his life is filled with misery, every day still waiting for death to knock on one of the concrete walls and take him to wherever — hell, the afterlife, his second life that’d probably end up a complete misery again — take him anywhere but leave him there, drowning in the darkness.

drowning in the burden he had brought upon himself. selfish to think in such way, he repeats to himself constantly,until his mind is full of more hatred and his heart is on the brink of failure thanks to the anguish, but even the great manjiro sano is allowed to suffer from time to time.

on days so slow he can count the people he’s hurt on his fingers for hours unending, there is one singular thing that makes him want to crawl out of his skin: you. the one the counting always seems to end with. it has always been this way. you were the last counted back in the day, during meetings, the last he had killed and the last he always thought about, even now, in the middle of the hot sun, leaned against a wall, asphyxiated in the ardor of regret.

his head starts spinning and maybe it’s because of the heat or because of how much he’s thought about you these past few days, but it’s excruciating. he loved you, he still does, he loves you from wherever you are but not so hard he could have let you go. he didn’t love you enough to not decapitate you or steal your necklace when he ran out of your apartment, he didn’t love you enough to let you start anew in the same life as him.

he spins the silver around in his hand. “i did love you, y/n.” he whispers, “i still do. i just did what i had to do. you know, d-duty comes first.”

on the last part, he chokes. he feels strange. he feels an emotion he hasn’t felt since that day.

“you wouldn’t be able to forgive me,” he starts again, “i took everything from you. you loved life, and you would have found a way to love it again, even after attending so many funerals, after so much pain, b-but..” the stutter comes and goes, just like his lucidity, “not without me, goddamn it!”

his head collapses in his palms and black strands tangle in his fingers, “but even with you dead, you’re all i think about!” his hiccups get messier and messier and his voice cracks with the deterioration of his conscience, “i see your eyes every. single. day. they haunt me, and i can’t get them to stop staring at me. i see them so much it makes me sick, i see them—”

“you do?”

a voice as gentle as the summer breeze has his heart melting with fear as a hand that he knows by heart lifts his chin up to look at her face.

he freezes, with every single fiber of his body coming undone in some sort of raw disbelief. she’s there, she’s in front of him. you’re there. you’re in front of him.

your hair shines bright and your eyes are the same perfect, glassy beads that he sees in his torment. you’re paler, but you’re beautiful. you’re as young as you were two summers ago, when you met and manjiro sano is declared to have officially lost his mind when he reaches for your cheek. he caresses it, he feels it, he cherishes it like on that last day. it’s cold, it’s almost ashy, it’s almost an illusion. but it’s there and it brings him the illusion of comfort he didn’t think he was worthy of anymore.

and in fear of losing all that he had left of you until now, he clutches the necklace even harder and pours his heart out in front of the angel that he had made with his own two hands. he spills over his darkest nightmares and sweetest dreams like you’re gonna make them disappear or materialize them right then and there, he swears on his life, on jesus christ, on every kami he can think of, he confesses his love like when you got hurt in a fight the first time, he lets himself shout for the first time in a while.

he’s irrational, pupils dilated and fixed on the otherworldly being that crouches in front of him silently, with the same soft smile that made his heart pound like crazy. he lets the same blown pupils travel across your body, how he’s missed seeing you whole, and when he gets from your feet to your neck, his entire being feels like it has erased itself out of existence.

a clean, reddish-blue scar parts your neck in half, and, without a doubt, he knows what it is. his fingers trace across it as he musters up the courage to say something.

“i-i did that?” he wants to punch himself for asking, because he knows the answer, and he repeats it in his head.

“yes, yes you did.” your eyelashes flutter softly when you respond and your muted lips twitch into a creepily comforting smile.

“i-i’m sorry, y/n. i really am. you know that, right? please tell me you know. please, don’t worry about me not being sorry for what i’ve done. i am. i am, every day of this miserable life that i’ve been living without you by my side, y/n.” he crashes into your chest and you greet him with open arms.

it’s almost like a ritual: he weeps, he swears, he promises, and you sit there tight, with the same smile on your face as your soft palms press him into your embrace.

“you wanted love, mikey.” you finally say, first thing that’s finally not an answer to anything. “i wanted to live, but you also wanted love.” his cries are harder and the tears stain trough your shirt into your jaded heart, “it doesn’t mean it’s okay, it’s not. but in order to be loved, you had to love. and you loved me in life and through death, and after.” you cup his face and look him in the eyes.

“i don’t hate you. i hate the way you had to love me in the end.”

although somewhat harsh, your words mirror the truth of mikey’s degeneration.

“i would’ve wanted you to not be selfish, and me to not be selfless, because my heart would have always longed for yours anyway.” you say again, and he looks up, “but i forgive you, because i still love you like the kids we still are.”

he can’t be sadder and happier at the same time. he cups your face, tears raining down his face.

“we’ll meet again, won’t we?” he asks, with the hope of a hopeless kid he’s had running through his blood since forever.

another reassuring smile and a sweet forehead kiss for your one and only calm him down.

“of course we will.”

and before he can say anything else you disappear in front of him and so does the last bit of sanity he had left.

his mind goes blank and his vision fuzzy and he feels like he can’t breathe anymore. his chest tightens and he feels every second passing by and him losing his mind. the world starts spinning with him and he feels a knot build up in his stomach

then, he wakes up. he is sweaty, and a bit dizzy. the bedsheets and his satin pillowcase are soaked. he looks around the room and finds what — who — he was looking for.

you’re there. you’re sleeping peacefully, tangled in the white linen. in a moment of confusion, he brushes your hair to the side. he sees your perfectly fine neck and his erratic heartbeat cools down.

now, he can sleep peacefully again.