#so are wasters actually

[pushing500]

It's not Dire Wolf's fault that the power conduits got busted in that zzzt event!! Leave her alone! She's only smol!

If you weren't already convinced that this cannibal cult is very mean and nasty and evil, we just ate fifteen kitty cats. So that's something. We did get a persona core out of it, for whatever it's worth.

Garbage Gang ain't got nothing on Poison the Bionic Thrumbo (and Socks with knuckle dusters). We've got two waster prisoners now. We'll probably execute one and do the violent conversion ritual on the other. Maybe we'll get a cool waster colonist out of it, maybe not. We'll see.

I've often heard the story of how my dad proposed to my mum in the middle of a muddy country backroad during a rainstorm, so I always thought there was something especially romantic about rainy-day proposals.

My hearty congratulations to the future Mr and Mrs Buckeye, though!! <3 <3 <3

Finally, I was watching the countdown on the first of newly-engaged Buckeye and Magic Man's sapling children. It was going to become a baby any minute when all of a sudden...

Things happen so fast in the Daycare of Ecthuctu!! Nonetheless, welcome to Baby Blackthorn Buckeye, and congratulations to the Babalbil-Mossler family for adding another child to their ever-growing family tree.

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[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:

thing that I already do

thing I have tried 10 times

thing I already do

thing that I don't have the money to do

thing I already do

thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail

thing that is impossible given my situation

thing that doesn't apply to me

thing that I already do

thing I have already tried

hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently

thing I have already done

[yourdrugisafartbreaker]

Man, this choopo video talking about Club Penguin’s lore is a nice trip down memory lane… I remember playing Club Penguin as much as I could as a kid who didn’t have a membership… Dude, choopo even briefly mentioned Club Penguin: Game Day for the Wii, I loved that game! Now, to go to the comments… Let’s see what the top one is…

“It should be added that the original Club Penguin devs are making something new called Party Parrot World! It’s basically Club Penguin again but without any of the Disney stuff.”

My honest reaction:

[machinavillage]

xenoblade 2 for the reverse unpopular opinion thing!

i cant even be called a hater for this game because i actually like xc2 at this point. its just that the parts i hate cant be overlooked.

my weird positive opinion on it is that i love affinity charts. i even kinda like ursula's, fucked up as that quest is. people rightly dislike 1's sidequests but i like them because i like filling out checklists. i like it when video games give me stupid shit to do that i was going to passively do anyways and then make noises and check off lists for me. so, affinity charts for blades were a cool way to do that i guess. and unlike xenoblade 1, doesnt require i have a spreadsheet open on my laptop.

i also still think 2 has the best ost overall. ive been replaying 2 and i think it has the best map design and is the most engaging to traverse.

at one of my worst moments mentally i spent days grinding love sources to get every blade to S+ affinity so. that's exceedingly stupid. but it seems to have done something for me that prozac or whatever else i was taking wasnt helping with.

[crochettier]

reminded of the time a few years ago when some coworkers and i did an escape room for work (i'm a game master at one, one of my bosses likes having us do others for research/team building sometimes) and the owner looked so puzzled and put upon when i asked him to please redo the cuffs for the beginning of the room, that i had to take my wrist brace off for, because they were making my already shit wrist hurt More

i'm still annoyed about that

[mincefart]

hey blogger readers!

have you ever put 15g of protein powder into your porridge to try to boost your beefy intake? 🤔

well lemme tell you. PORRIDGE EATERS BEWARE! 🤪

i produced a thick, grainy concoction that tastes fine but the texture is NOT palatable at all 🫣

comment below what you would have done to achieve orgasm?

[zwei-rhunen]

WAIT

THIS BETTER NOT BE A REPEAT OF ARRS MFING HEROES FEAST or whatever it was called. swear to god

Literally, my ongoing train of thoughts were:

"lol i just had the MCH feast but okay sure"

........ wait. why does this feel.. familiar.

why do i feel disgust and dread and irritation?

/war flashbacks to the overly long and tedious endless, useless chain of fetch quests for the company of heroes

oH, NAH. this better not be like that again.

no. No!

NONONONONO

/deep sigh

i'm not afraid to abandon the MSQ for another 6-9-12 months if it turns out to be like THAT experience lmfao. absolutely not.

they could have cut out that ENTIRE segment and played a bunch of cutscenes of the WoL helping out that useless group.

it didnt even contribute to the storytelling, apart from making IRL me irritated. like there was zero value in suffering thru it all.

you can torture my character all you want, but you can also do that without pissing the human off lmfaoooooo

[thisisthevoice]

I've actually been reading a book now that third party reddit apps are gone and Twitter is exploding. It's been great but I've been reading on my phone and oh man I need to charge my Kindle lol

[akko-kagori]

the more I write the Diluc character analysis the more I realize just how much of a bleeding heart Diluc actually is

once you pull back the layers you realize that every action is fueled by a desire to help others and his compassion

Like seriously even down to running the winery

Adeline says that Diluc "isn't all about money" and wants to expand the number of non alcoholic drinks he sells so that people have more options when they're drinking and people who can't have alcohol can still have a wide variety of drink to choose from

Plus in his letter he says this

in Mona's voiceline about him she says

And he says himself in one of his voice lines

he's a martyr, constantly facing the world's evils and bearing the scars so that others don't have to, so that no one else has to have their innocence ripped away from them like he did. Never being able to slow down, relax for a single moment because every second that he spends resting is another moment for someone else to be hurt, for someone else to be killed, or for him to lose those he loves.

I know that people always crack jokes about this and view him being so against small talk as him being an asshole or arrogant, but here's the thing: small talk is a time waster, something you do to pass the time and keep up appearances, but he doesn't have the time for that. To him, he can't idly chat, because every second he wastes in a conversation going no where is another second he could be out, preventing another tragedy.

Not convinced?

he literally says it in his teapot voice lines

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳

➛ various!yandere!male oneshots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 2.3k┆warnings: dazai behavior, death, forced touches (kinda), manipulation, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, suicide, yandere themes┆a/n: the plot for this one-shot was actually the plot I had for a hanako-kun x reader fic that I never got to finish. (btw “bella” means “beautiful” and “belladonna” means “beautiful lady.” It is also the name of a flower) kinda rushed ending I think

𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀

yandere!osamu d. x fem!reader

⤷ ❝ 𝕺𝕳,

my elegant flower…” Dazai breathily muttered into your ear, his right hand traveling down your body to secure itself onto your waist. The other lightly sliding down your arm until it met with yours, your hands mending together almost perfectly.

He began taking slow, steady steps with you in his firm, yet ever so delicate, arms. You hated the way he made you feel; and the heat rising to your cheeks didn’t make it any better.

The way his hands held onto you like nothing else in the world mattered made you sick. Like he was so deeply in love with you, that he never, ever wanted to let you go.

And this this hell felt like heaven for him.

So much like heaven, that he’s made you forget how and why you’re even in this concerning situation.

You and Dazai danced together as if you both were lovers, destined to always find each other in whatever universe God puts you in.

But it was quite the opposite.

Take where you are for example, atop the roof of an abandoned 5 story building at the dead of night.

Why are you even here, you ask? Well let’s go back to the beginning.

You and Dazai are coworkers at the Armed Detective Agency (ADA), and have been for the past few years. And because of that, you’re practically around the man 24/7.

But what’s so wrong with Dazai? Well, not only is he extremely irritating and obsessed with suicide, but it’s so painfully obvious that he’s obsessed with you as well!!

He’s overwhelmingly clingy and flirtatious, not to mention his constant attempts at suicide and begging for you to join him in a double suicide drive you mad. He can also be a tad bit controlling and manipulative when it comes to spending time with others.

“Oh, bella…” Dazai sang as he kneeled in front of you while you sat in your desk chair, his hands keeping a firm grip on yours. “…I can just imagine how beautiful your hands would look around my neck, finally granting me the sweet gift of death I crave so muc—“

“-Quit flirting with L/n, Dazai! Get back to work!!” Kunikida shouted at the suicidal brunet before dragging him away from you by his shirt collar.

You sighed at the scene before you, quickly turning back towards your desk and returning to your job. But your peace and quiet didn’t last very long until you were assigned the job to check out an old, abandoned, warehouse that is suspected to be the hideout for an unknown organization kidnapping certain people around the area of Yokohama.

Of course, you agree to the job and the partner assigned to you… but you declined the last part. You insisted that you did not need anyone’s assistance in this job, mainly because you didn’t want a certain bandage-waster recommending himself as the perfect candidate for the position.

You left the ADA building, ready to save the captives and go home and sleep. But someone had ulterior motives…

Once arriving at the warehouse, you pulled out your gun and hid in a blind spot from anyone inside the abandoned building.

Your eyes scanned the perimeter and the entrance it’s self and… “Is no one in there?” You quietly muttered to yourself; there was absolutely no sign of life anywhere.

What the fuck? You thought.

You were about to walk over there before you were stopped by your gun being snatched right out of your grasp.

“I doubt you’ll be needing that, bella.”

Gasping in shock, you spun around on your heel, meeting eyes with… him. “Wha… what are you doing here, Dazai!?”

“Call me Osamu,” he added rather quickly, “and what’s so wrong with a fellow member of the agency taking the time out of their evening to assist their dear colleague?”

You angrily glared at him but he seemed to not care. It’s almost like he loves getting a reaction out of people, especially you.

“I thought I told you I liked working alone…“ what made you trail off of your sentence short was Dazai reaching for your hand and gently holding it in his.

He didn’t dare to break eye contact as he kissed your knuckles. You grimaced at the feeling, cursing yourself for not snatching your hand away and shoving him away from you.

“I could be trying out a new method of suicide right now, but I decided to spend my time with you.” He added with a small pout.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Wow, how selfless…! Now leave, I’m trying to do my job here!! Now give me my gun back!!!”

You jumped to reach the black weapon but he held it over your head, “Ah, ah, ah! I told you that you won’t need this, haven’t I, my dear belladonna?”

You tightly pressed your lips together, already knowing that Dazai won’t give in that easily. Shit, he probably won’t even give in at all!

“You know, I might reconsider that offer of strangling you to death right about now…” you muttered under your breath.

“Oh really?” He leaned over towards you a bit, you didn’t exactly expect him to hear you. “Sorry, but I prefer my deaths to be painless and knowing you, that probably won’t happen.”

Sighing, you reached out your open hand in front of him, “My gun.”

“Well that’s not a complete sentence now is it, Belladonna?” Laughing softly to himself Dazai, sat up straight. “I’m getting sick of this back and forth banter, let’s just go inside the place already.”

Dazai threw his hands back, the gun flying back even further. You watched in horror as it disappeared into the overgrown vegetation.

“You fucking—“

The bandaged brunet grabbed onto your wrist and forced you into the warehouse.

The second you both ran through the door, you pried your wrist off of his hand, “What the hell’s wrong with you, Osamu!? There could’ve been a bunch of armed men in here trying to kill us!!”

“But there wasn’t.” He stated bluntly, not even wanting to touch on the fact that you have just referred to him as “Osamu.”

Seething, you tore your gaze away from him and looked around the empty space around you. No one’s here either.

“You’re right. There… isn’t…” You looked around for a good 5 seconds before a loud gasp echoed through the room.

“What? You… you lied about the- the everything didn’t you!? The kidnappers and—”

“-I didn’t lie, okay.” He raises his hands up In defense. “All I did was tell you the wrong address, the kidnappers are somewhere on the other side of Yokohama but who cares!!” He laughed uncaringly at the situation.

“You cannot be fucking for real right now…” you rubbed your temple at the mere thought of this. It was absolutely unbelievable.

You and everyone at the ADA might know this already, but it’s becoming more and more evident as the days go by: Dazai is fucking insane.

“Come on, Y/n!! Don’t tell me you’re scared of heights!!” You must’ve zoned out for a moment because now Dazai is climbing the stairs up to the next floor as he urges you on to follow him.

Already mentally drained, you wanted to turn around and go home, but something about this intrigued you so you went along with it.

That was your first mistake.

This went on for another twenty or so minutes until you both have reached the roof. Quite frankly, you were tired and out of breath. Panting as if you had just ran a fucking marathon.

“You made it!” He claps his hands together, “Barely…” he adds on under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

“Why… did you bring me here…?” You said as you finally got a hold of your breath, noticing that it is already dark outside. The only light source being the bright, half-moon in the sky.

“Bring you here…?” Dazai slowly stepped closer to you, chuckling darkly to himself, “What do you mean? You followed me all by yourself. You could’ve turned around and went home whenever you wanted.” As if he’d even let you do that in the first place.

“Uh- well…” you stuttered, “Whatever.” Crossing your arms you, turned away from him.

The bandaged brunet stepped closer to you, “C’mon, bella…“ He whined, shoving his hands into his pockets; a strange smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“What’s the matter? Are you mad because I lied to you?” He teased you in a mock baby voice, desperately trying to get a reaction out of you.

You turned around, ready to give him a piece of your mind, but his brown eyes looking right through your soul silenced you. There was a look on his face that you couldn’t make out. Was he frustrated? Maybe amused?

Whatever it was, you didn’t want any parts of it.

“I don’t even know why I followed you up here. I’m leaving.” You swiftly turned around again, and began walking away. But a firm grip on your forearm stopped you right in your tracks.

“Hey, what are you-“

He didn’t respond. He only yanked you into his arms. His, that you won’t admit, warm and loving arms. His arm was tightly around your waist while the other gently rested on top of your head.

“Dazai,” you paused, horribly frustrated with yourself for finding somewhat enjoying his embrace, “what are you doing?”

“Y/n, you know how I just love the idea of committing a double suicide with the beautiful lady I fall in love with?” He whispered to you, his arms securely around your waist.

“Uhm, yeah? I guess? What does any of this have to do with…?”

“I have another question,” he continued, “You do know I’m in love with you, right?”

“You what!?—“

Suddenly, Dazai released you from his embrace, you would’ve lost balance if he didn’t secure his grip on your waist.

“Oh, my elegant flower…!” he breathily whispered into your ear as his hand firmly grasped onto yours. You looked into his brown eyes that sparkled like stars in the beautiful moonlight. You hated the way he looked at you. You just hated absolutely everything about him. Why did he of all people have to fall in love with you?

At this point, you have no idea what the fuck is going on. Feeling weird by not doing anything with your free hand, you awkwardly placed your free hand on his shoulder.

You’ve never slow danced with a man before, but this what they do on movies, right? This is good enough.

He began taking slow, steady steps with you in his firm yet ever so delicate arms. You couldn't help but divert your gaze away from him whilst your face flushed a soft red color. Why am I blushing like crazy right now? Why won’t it stop!?

“Did you not hear me?” He continued the previous conversation, momentarily stopping his movements, “I said that I’m in love with you.”

“You’re… in… in love?” You felt so stupid at this moment. Has it not been obvious since the beginning? He constantly compliments you on a daily. He’s even expressed his interest in committing a double suicide with his lover, and you just happen to be the person he bothers with the question the most. I’d have to be stupid to never realize it, shit.

“No, that’s not true…” his grip around your waist now becoming hellishly tight. A gasp escaped your lips but it was quickly overrun by his words, “I’m obsessed with you. Why else would I lie about your current mission? I just needed this alone time with you. There’s something really important I needed to tell you.”

“I- are you crazy!?” You shrieked, your last pieces of sympathy for him instantly shattering into oblivion.

“Only crazy for you, my beautiful flower.”

“Dazai, are you seriou-“

Before you could get a word out, Dazai pressed his soft lips against yours. The kiss was only a few seconds, but for you, it felt like an eternity.

Once he finally pulled away, you caught your breath. In a melodramatic manner, nonetheless.

An amused smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he stared straight into your eyes, “I doubt it was that bad, Y/n.” He chuckled softly.

“You can’t hate me that much, my dear bella.”

You didn’t respond to him, only diverting your gaze away from him. “I do, I really do…”

He laughed quietly before beginning to take a few steps with you. You became more and more embarrassed each time you slipped up and stepped on his feet but still not feeling obligated to mutter a quiet apology.

But then, there was a sudden stop. You could feel Dazai’s heart pounding faster than usual. He redirected his gaze and bit his lip nervously before looking straight at you.

He placed a soft kiss against your forehead, and muttered a quiet declaration of love before hugging you tightly. Embracing you with all of his might.

And leaning forward. At first, you thought that he was passed out or something and that you both were stumbling to the ground, but that wasn’t the case. It was quite the opposite, as a matter of fact.

Now it all makes sense. Why he stopped dancing; Because you were on the edge of the roof, perhaps?

Why he grabbed onto you; So you wouldn’t fight against him, maybe?

His decoration of love… he was going to kill himself.

And bring you along with him.

Tears ran down your face as sobs ripped through your throat. You couldn’t believe it, despite how surprising that sounds. It just feels like some kind of act of betrayal to you, even if he is dying as well.

The moment before you and Osamu hit the rock-hard pavement, he let go of you and muttered a phrase you may never forget, even in the afterlife:

“Thank you.”

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[octuscle]

The car makes the man

James didn't actually want a car. Cars were the death of the planet. Cars were an expression of a cult of masculinity. Cars were time wasters. But the new job he had required a car. He couldn't cope with his deadlines without one. The new job paid well. The car was paid for twice and three times over thanks to the pay rise. And he only wanted something small and used. The car had to be reliable and use little or no fossil fuel. And above all, it had to be small. Finding a parking space in James' neighborhood was hell.

James had prepared himself. On his iPad, he had selected a number of possible offers. And now he was walking through the rows of used car dealers far outside the city, looking for the small cars he had liked on the internet. And then he saw his nightmare: the epitome of a used car dealer approaching him. A man almost 2 meters tall, corn-fed, toothpaste grin. And a handshake like a vice.

"Hi, I'm Honest Pete, how can I help you son?" James said looking around first, thank you very much! Pete said that wouldn't be a problem. Could he offer a coffee? James nodded and tried as hard as possible not to make eye contact with the pushy salesman. Pete disappeared, only to return shortly afterwards with a tin cup. James was surprised, he had expected an espresso cup. "You look like a guy who drinks his coffee strong, black and hot. Am I right?" James was actually more of an herbal tea drinker. But to be polite, he took the cup and took a sip. Shit! It was bloody strong! "So son, who's the car for? Your girlfriend? You won't have a daughter who can drive yet." Pete laughed boomingly. James smiled curiously and said that he needed a car for work. "I knew you were lost. Follow old Pete!" James actually wanted to protest. But my God, Pete was a professional. Maybe he should make a suggestion. "On a side note, son: I like your haircut! A good honest mullet is the only way a man can wear his hair long. Not that hipster man bun shit. Am I right?" Hehehe, thought James. Business in the front, party in the back. And he had a lot of partying in the back. Pete asked what his name was. James replied and Pete slapped him on the shoulder. "Jim, nice to meet you. I bet we're going to have a lot of fun today.“ Just as James was about to reply that it was "James" and not "Jim", Pete took a tin of chewing tobacco out of his pants, took a pinch and held it out to James. "Sorry, smoking's not allowed here. But maybe this will help you." Shit, Pete was a good judge of character. James's fingers and teeth were more than enough to recognize the smoker. James gratefully accepted a pinch. Good stuff!

James and Pete passed a row of sports cars. James looked not uninterested. But Pete recognized his look and waved it right off. "Son, this European shit is not for you. You'll only fit in these cars if you're anorexic. And you easily weigh 260 pounds, don't you?" The man was good, James thought to himself…. It might be closer to 280 pounds right now, he thought as he patted the beginnings of a beer belly. "Son, no shame! A man's belly has to jiggle when he laughs. Otherwise he's not a man." Pete laughed again and his belly jiggled. James joined in and his belly jiggled too. "Besides," Pete punched James' shoulders again. "I know the problem. Still a brick wall of a man in high school, but once you have to work…" "You said it, Pete!" replied James. "I mean, in high school days, I lived on the football field and in the gym formally. But now…" Pete said, not fishing for compliments here, Jim was still one of the big boys. It was all the more important to find the right car for him. James snorted out the chewing tobacco and took a sip of coffee. It was still hot, but now it didn't burn the roof of his mouth. Pete indicated that James had something on his mouth. Fuck yeah, dew tobacco liked to get stuck in his mighty full beard. He rubbed his beard and asked "better?". Pete nodded and asked Jim's shoe size. At least a 12, right? James replied a 12 in tuner shoes, more like a 13 in boots like now. "I thought so" Pete replied. "We need something with big pedals, don't we James?" "Mate, it's Jim, not James! And the pedals shouldn't be the only thing that's big about the car." "Sure, it should suit you, big boy! But I think we've got just the thing for you here! Perfect for work. You can fit all your tools in the back. And if you go hunting, you'll have room for a dog, a rifle and a deer."

Jim took off his trucker's cap and ran his fingers through his sweaty, greasy hair. 8,000 dollars was way over his limit. His heating business wasn't making that much money at the moment. Oil heaters weren't particularly popular at the moment. But the car was awesome: big, powerful and manly! He opened the door and climbed into the driver's seat. Damn, it was like coming home. Pete was an asshole. Of course he had hit his taste exactly. He liked the car so much that he got a hard-on in his old army pants. And it didn't get any smaller when he felt Pete's hand on the bulge in his pants.

Pete became Jim's best buddy. At first they only fucked so that Jim could get a good price for the pickup. But they became the best fuck and gym buddies you could imagine. The only thing Jim couldn't persuade Pete to do was a mullet. Honest Pete was just a miserable white-collar bourgeois. But he sucked Jim's cock like the devil!

Pics by @ki-kink (he has more stuff like that!)

[ramblingautisticman]

Here is part 1 of my new series 'And They Were Gamers!', a series in which Logan and Wade play video games and be cute and gay- enjoy!

I'll be posting it here and on A03! I've got about three-ish chapter ideas/things I'm writing, any suggestions or idea please comment!!

(Based on this post!)

(Tagging @ineffable-monster-romancer because you gave me the idea for the tiny house and flowers!!)

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It had started simply. Wade scrolling through YouTube at 3am due to insomnia, and wasn’t that how most things started?

He was used to staying up late, his body refusing to give in to the tiredness running through him. Logan had tried to get Wade to sleep easier- tried to find a way to get him relaxed enough to pass out- but nothing had seemed to work, so he did continued to do what he always had, didteacting himself with his phone until he either fell asleep or it was morning.

Eventually, he moved from tiktok to Youtube, and after awhile he found a video that seemed interesting. Something about a game called Minecraft. He had heard of it- the kids at the mansion had talked about it briefly when he was there a few months ago- but he had never actually seen it. So he pressed play and lay in bed watching it, finding himself quickly enamored in the video.

Before he knew it, he had spent the next 5 hours watching videos and looking up the different versions, and quickly it had become something he needed to play.

It seemed like a fun little time waster for when he couldn't sleep, plus, it seemed very relaxing compared to the other games he enjoyed.

So when Logan finally stirred, Wade had quickly started rambling about it, telling him anything and everything he could about the game- coming up with 100 and 1 reason as to why he should buy it- and even if Logan had no clue what was happening, when he left to go shopping and left Wade to watch even more videos about this game, he threw in the copy of Minecraft Wade had wanted (and yes, he had to message Laura to ask what one Wade needed for the switch thingy he played on, and spent a good hour being annoyed at how many different versions of it there seemed too be).

When he came home, Wade had helped bring the groceries to the kitchen, spending the whole time talking about a video he had watched about someone making a castle in the game- and by the end of his ramble- the only thing left in the bag had been the game.

Wade had nearly exploded with excitement when he saw it, quickly wrapping his arms around Logan in a bone crushing hug and thanking him about 50 times, before grabbing Minecraft and rushing over to his Switch.

And that was Wade for the next 3 days solid. It was all he did, and thank god they had no missions, cause honestly? Wade would've probably just taken the thing with him.

Luckily, Logan found his excitement over it cute so he was allowed to get away with not doing much else. And it seemed to be helping Wade when he couldn't sleep which was a bonus.

After about a week, Wade had greeted him at the door after walking Mary Puppins, tears in his eyes as he held the screen up for Logan to see.

"My dog died!! I had him since the first night! And now he's dead and I didn't even get to finish the dog house! Stupid fucking skeleton shot him!! I'm such a bad dog owner! Don't let Mary near me!!" He cried, tears now rushing down his cheeks, a frown on his face.

And Logan really didn't know what any of that meant, but he didn't like Wade being this upset. And he didn't like hearing him think he was a bad dog owner. "Hey, it-s okay- you are a real good papa to Mary." He said softly, gently holding the dog closer to Wade, watching as she licked his face.

It seemed to help alittle, Wade gently holding her with one arm, kissing her forehead before looking back to the screen of his Switch. "I wanted to make him a house...I was so close to getting a nametag for him.." He muttered, looking back up at Logan with those big sad eyes that made his heart ache.

"I'm sorry baby, why don't we cuddle up on the couch? You can show me the monster farm thingy you were making, yeah? Maybe you can get another dog?" He suggested, gently guiding Wade to the couch and gently sitting down, listening as Wade slowly explained that the monster farm was called a 'Mob Spawner', and that he didn't know if he could find another dog because of where he lived.

Logan thought that maybe it would pass in a few days, but Wade was still heart broken about his Minecraft dog, and Logan needed to fix it. So, he devised a plan. Well- him and Laura.

It seemed that Wade had messaged her about it, because she knew exactly what Logan was on about when he had sent her a text for help. Initially, he just thought that Wade could find another dog, and even though that was technically true- Wade didn't seem very happy at the idea of going and getting another one. Something about not wanting to go exploring and loosing all his XP if he died.

So Laura suggested something else. She had suggested that Logan learn to play it so that he could go and find Wade a dog himself. Which made him very very confused. He wasn't good with technology- had only just figured out smartphones- but he wanted too. Wade deserved to have his dog back, and here he was, sneakily using Wade's switch to try and learn the game.

It took a few days to get the controls down, but Logan quickly got used to them- and honestly? He began to understand why Wade loved it so much. The relaxing music, the cute animals, the addition he was gaining to mining.

Now, playing it himself, Logan understood why Wade had gotten so upset when his dog died. It was easy to get sucked into the game- to shut your brain off while collecting wood or getting attached to a chicken you managed to hatch from a random egg- and it made him want to get Wade his dog even more. That, and play it with Wade himself.

It took another few days to get a dog. He had to wait for Wade to go on a mission, but as soon as he left the apartment, Logan booted up Wade's world and got to work. He still wasn't good- he had to Google a few things- but eventually he found and tamed a dog.

Logan spent about an hour getting it back to Wade's house, and then proceed to spend another hour figuring out how to fish for a name tag. As soon as he started fishing, he realized that maybe he was enjoying Minecraft more than he had expected. It surprised him to enjoy a video game- he had only ever really played a few in the 80s with the kids at the mansion- but here he was, 4 hours later still playing.

He hd originally just wanted to get a dog for Wade, name it Mary Puppins and be done, but he couldn't help but get more and more into it as he contuined to play.

At first he realized Wade didn't have an anvil, so he went mining for iron. Then he needed some more levels for the name tag to make sure he didn't used Wade's, so he went and killed some mobs. Then he decided to make the dog alittle house, even if it was just a square of wood, then he found some flowers and decided he wanted to decorate with them.

Before he knew it, Wade was opening the door and loudly announcing he was home. Logan tried to save and exit the game quickly- but as usual- Wade was faster than he was, quickly looking at Logan with a confused expression.

"What is this??? Your using technology beyond an old android? Am I dreaming?" Wade said dramatically, taking his mask off and plonking down next to Logan on the couch. "Wait...why are you on Minecraft?.."

Logan looked up from the Switch and over to the man sat next to him, blushing slightly, as if he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Oh well- you seemed so sad about your dog- ya know? And I wanted to cheer you up, so I messaged Laura and she said about me finding you a dog so you didn't die with your XP, so I tried to join on a different profile thing but I couldn't, so I logged in on your one- I promise I didn't lose any of your XP or use any of it- and look! I found you a dog- and I called her Mary Puppins, and I even made her a house! Also, I found some red and yellow flowers, so I thought that would look nice....." He rambled, suddenly worried he had upset Wade. Should he of asked before he played? Did he mess the world up?

He held the screen infront of Wade- the same way Wade had done to him a week and a few days ago- and glanced at it, pointing at the little dog. "It's a grey dog, so I thought she kinda looked like Mary, ya know?.." Logan added, looking back at Wade, who seemed to be crying? Shit.

"Sorry- did I ruin it? I just wanted to help- I can get rid of the dog hou-" like usual, Wade interrupted him.

"Oh my god! Peanut! That is the most amazingly romantic thing that someone has ever done for me! You learned how to play it- and then got me a new dog?? And you got yellow and red flowers to decorate? Our colours!? You are the most amazing boyfriend ever!! I'm going to keep her so safe in her adorable little house and-and I'm buying you a Switch and we are going to play together and make a house together and we can put our beds together!" Wade rambled, somehow with on breath, and Logan couldn't help but smile widely at his excitement.

He kissed Wade's cheek softly before handing over the console. "Yeah, that sounds good...I've already been looking at one actually- Minecraft is really fun. And I'm glad your happy." Logan said softly, laughing alittle at how stupid it was he was nervous about this. It was a video game, why did he need to be anxious?

"Oh, I am buying you whichever Switch you want, I'm buying you Minecraft, and we are going to spend the weekend making the best house ever." And honestly? Logan wasn't going to argue.

[lolilodaily]

Welcome to LoLiLoDaily!

The 10 year anniversary of Lovely Little Losers by @thecandlewasters is coming up, and we are organising a fan-run daily experience. Follow along via substack as four flatmates embark on the uni experience in this 2015 Love’s Labour’s Lost inspired web series.

Emails will include youtube videos and other transmedia content like tweets. The first one comes this December, while the main body of emails runs from 15 July - 26 December 2025.

This blog is run by @thebirdscomeback, @galwithalibrarycard, @areadingturtle and @cardboardsean. The substack itself is run by thebirdscomeback and cardboardsean. Send your questions about the experience here or to one of us, and find other fans in the #lolilodaily tag! (NB this is entirely fan-run, the actual creators of the show are of course The Candle Wasters)

We’re so excited to revisit the losers with you all!

[wombywoo]

how did you come up with good names for your original characters? it's something I struggle with, especially the last names :'DD

I honestly love coming up with character names, it's one of my fave parts of character creation 🥰 As for my own boys, I think Vincent's name came to me immediately, while I struggled with Quinn a bit--I actually had his last name first so that helped; I kept the name Lacey in the back of my mind and wanted to pair it with something monosyllabic. And for Vince's last name, I think I considered Croft but went with Craft instead because it corresponds with aircraft and witchcraft, etc, and I liked the vibe~ For some of my other characters, I came up with given names first then did some research for last names...

Suggested research: everyone and their mother knows about fantasy name generator (which I do highly recommend) They have so many categories which can be great for just picking one at random if you're not too fussy, and it can be fun to browse all the options; great time-waster if you're bored 👍

My other option is a site I've become obsessed with called forebears, which is a database for real names across the globe. It's a really neat site that allows you to see how common names are and where they're most prevalent! (fun fact--only 42 people share my married surname!) I honestly spend way too much time on here looking up trivial info, it's addicting 🤫

They even have a feature where you can click specific areas on the map. Here's me googling my own fictional boy to see how common his name is in England:

Turns out there are only 4 Quinns born in South Yorkshire as of 2014....what will I do with this data??? (nothing)

Some more useless insight into which countries have the most Vincents

Tragic news...the french have claimed him 😔🥖

Anyway! if I'm looking for a good surname for an English character, I might peruse this list here and find a suitable choice~ And they have this for every country !!!!! Seriously, it's addicting!

I like to be somewhat ~authentic~ in naming characters from specific countries/cultures, so a bit of side research into naming practices in different regions doesn't hurt. You also don't want to go the jkrowling route and just pick stupidly stereotypical names for your characters either 😅

I would say your best bet is to peruse sites like this, or wait for a sudden moment of clarity where the perfect name is bequeathed to your subconscious (I also rely on this method sometimes)

Also just... let your character's vibe guide you~ Sometimes the best name is one that simply feels like them 👍

[carionto]

The duality of Man, or triality? quadrality?

Alien to Human about New Human: Correct me if I'm wrong, but they appear abnormally large for your species?

H: Yea, he's a biggun alright, even without the EV suit I'd say... 7'3'', 310 pounds, bet he power lifts.

A: Umm... not to be rude, but, uhh... he seems, well... how should I put this...

H: Intimidating? Terrifying? Evil? Yea, if this station didn't have high screening standards I'd be totally pissing myself if he started walking towards me. The mohawk and eye tat totally make me believe he could snap me in two with a single glare.

A: I feel ashamed that my instincts are telling me to flee. I wish nature were easier to change.

H (shouting at NH): Hey buddy! Could you come over here for a minute please? You look awesome by the way!

A (whispering nervously): what are you doing?!?

H: Gotta overcome those fears somehow, I believe the best way is a direct confrontation.

NH approaches, somewhat slowly, looking around at all the other aliens in the station that are chatting, waiting around, or doing some work. He finally approaches A and H, and in a very deep and husky voice says: Um, hi, hello. T-thanks for the compliment, I, uh, was a little worried I would stand out too much here.

H: Oh you totally do, my friend over here is practically about to pass out from how much like a gothic viking of death metal you look.

NH: Oh no, I'm so sorry, I-I just grew up in Sweden-Delta and both my parents were huge into classic local music, so I just, uh... it's complicated. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare anyone.

H: Hey, relax pal, we're all good people here. Anyway, what you here to do? I'm planning on starting a bakery, still testing out what kind of flour most species here can actually stomach. My friend here is on the team working on Moon theft preventative measures.

NH: Oh, that's cool. I'm here as an exchange student with the department of applied astrophysics. If all goes well, I can finish my Bachelors degree remotely and stay here as an intern with the head researcher.

H: Oooh, that's cool. (so cool yea that you're apparently half my age but oh well guess I'm a big fat time waster like my father before me and oh god change the subject before I get depressed in front of strangers) That's a real big bag you got there, carrying some super secret science things, eh?

NH: Oh, that... uhh... guess it can't hurt to tell, security vetted it already anyway.

NH proceeds to unzip the bag and hold up a large white piece of clothing with light blue rings and accents, alongside a strange white cap with what looked like small fins, and a curious little backpack.

NH: It's uhh... um... my... Ika... musume... cosplay.... (oh gods I can't believe I said it out loud again)

After a moment of awkward silence, NH slowly puts on the backpack and presses a button on it's strap, and suddenly numerous light blue colored tentacle-like appendages sprout out from the backpack and move in line with NH's movements.

NH: I, uh..., got my engineering friend to make them articulate and interface with my contacts. I can make them do all sorts of things, like make various shapes and animals with them, though works best as a shadow theater.

H:...

NH:...

A now frozen out of confusion than fear:...

H: That's so

NH: (oh I know it's so lame, but I love that show)-

H: COOL! I don't know what a ika musume is, but those things look amazing. You said articulate? How precise can they be? I'd love to have something like that instead of my useless assistant. Poor lad can't make a piece of toast if his life depended on it...

NH: Y-you like it?

H: I LOVE those things. My daughter does cosplay too sometimes, but she makes her Dreadnought suits herself from scraps. One time the military came to our house and installed a limiter on the gauss cannon she found in a crash site, said it would otherwise start to generate small doses of radiation if used too frequently. But she replaced it with a handmade rail gun before the next convention. Do you go to those? Did you see a 7 meter tall hulking metal monstrosity with a bunch of candles all over? That was her.

NH: Oh, I think I've seen video of that, but no, not in person, I go to smaller events. I don't really like big crowds.

H: Oh yea, I get ya, you do seem a bit on the shy side now that we've been talking for a bit. Hey, no worries, like I said, we're all good people here.

NH: T-thanks, but I think I should be going now, the teacher is calling me over.

H: Oh yea, go ahead, didn't mean to take up so much of your time. Have a fun stay and I'm sure you'll ace that paper or theory? Or whatever astrophysicists do, you seem like a solid kid.

NH: Oh, uh, thanks. Good luck with your bakery. And you with stopping those weird people from stealing more moons. Bye.

H: Bye bye, come visit, don't be a stranger now, I'm set up just a short bit from the main lift on floor 14.

NH: R-right, I'll, uh, be sure to stop by soon.

A is finally able to process what they just heard and says: What was all that just now?

H: What? Just a friendly chat with what is apparently basically a kid. Man, this kid's got so much going on, while I'm almost 50 and I have an oven. Life, man, it can go in so many ways. Anyway, let's go grab a drink, I'm parched.

[ohthethingswedoforlove]

Yandere!Matsuno brothers headcanons

My favorite group of insufferable bastards! This part one of two posts, with this one's being about Osomatsu, Choromatsu and Karamatsu.

Warnings: yandere characters; descriptions of violence; stalking; vague mention of self-harm on Karamatsu's side;

Osomatsu

❤️ In the beginning, it might seem hard to imagine Osomatsu having a genuine interest in someone. Or to take it way too seriously. Or even just seriously at all, really.

❤️ He seems to be mostly interested in the superficial parts, as most who know him would tell you.

❤️ But if there's something about Oso that seems to be often overlooked is that, when he gets attached, this guy gets attached.

❤️ He already has a tendency to become dependent on others, after all.

❤️ But your relationship with him doesn't start as anything special. Or worrying.

❤️ With the both of you probably meeting at a bar, or maybe even at Chibita's oden stand, and ending up striking a casual, and likely drunk on his side, conversation.

❤️ And you might think that's where it ended. Just a rather amusing and random acquaintanceship.

❤️ But inevitably, there's going to be a day where his brothers are busy or not in the mood to deal with him, he has no more borrowed money to entertain himself with, and he's bored out of his mind.

❤️ And when that day comes, he might just remember that he knows you and that pestering you might just be a fun enough of a time waster.

❤️ And before you know it, a habit is born.

❤️ Well, even if you try to not let it become a habit, he's still going to annoy and insist until you cave in and let him tag along in whatever you're doing.

❤️ But hey, if nothing else, Osomatsu is a very entertaining friend. Just be prepared to get the both of you out of all the trouble he manages to get into. 

❤️ After a while, he's gonna start feeling more like your partner in crime, someone who you can just do dumb things with who also has a talent for making you forget about the consequences.

❤️ He's already the pinnacle of rock bottom, buddy! So that means there's no way to go but up, right?

❤️ He does grow to appreciate your company though, and he likes to let you know that, even if he does it in some... Interesting ways.

❤️ But who says that bringing your friend along to waste all of you guys' money at pachinko isn't a great bonding experience?

❤️ Osomatsu is pretty straightforward about his feelings, once he realises that he likes you, he'll simply tell you.

❤️ Though nor you or him really feel the weight of his words. Considering the amount of time where playfully and dramatically "professed his love for you", only to be shit-faced drunk or high in a moment of confidence, you've never taken him seriously.

❤️ And it's only after your disinterest starts to sound harsh in tone that he suddenly realises that he... Was kind of expecting more than that.

❤️ He'll find himself strangely disheartened.

❤️ At first he doesn't understand why your half-hearted reactions hurt him so much, even though he tried his damn best to ignore and distract himself from it.

❤️Well, he's been rejected before. Many times. Countless times, actually.

❤️ And sure, it stings, but it's different.

❤️ It felt you weren't just rejecting his stupid advances, you were rejecting him as a whole. And he doesn't like that, not even one bit.

❤️ He... Never really realised how much he liked you.

❤️ Well, sure, he thought of you as pretty fun since practically day one, and he can admit that you both have become basically attached by the hip as of late, mostly because he started seeking you out almost everyday, but actually like you, as in enough to be love?

❤️ Actually, that makes lots of sense.

❤️ He loves you. Yeah.

❤️ If that stupid grin on his face is a telltale sign of anything, it’s that he realised he loves you.

❤️ You just... Probably don't think he's serious. Who could blame you? Most don't. But he can fix that. And besides, you have been hanging out with him so much by now, you two are practically already together!

❤️ And as soon as he reaches that conclusion, all hell breaks loose.

❤️ If Osomatsu was already a bit clingy beforehand, then get ready for him to become overbearing.

❤️ It's going to freak you out almost instantly. Because, trust me, it's going to be noticeable that something's not right anymore.

❤️ You're going to start wishing he would go back to jokingly flirt with you, because at least then you could laugh it off.

❤️ But you can't find humor in his actions anymore.

❤️ He gets so strangely quiet. Staring at you in a weirdly intense way, a smile never leaving the corners of his mouth.

❤️ Constantly insisting that he's serious, that he loves you, and that you love him too, right? 

❤️ Why else would you even stick around this long when no one else does?

❤️ He never admits it, but he's actually terrified you're going to leave.

❤️ Everyone thinks of him as a failure and a nuisance. And sure, he can admit it, he's annoying as hell! He's a neet, he's a shit older brother, and you can do so much better.

❤️ But he doesn't want you to do better.

❤️ And at the end of the day, Osomatsu is very selfish.

❤️ You never thought of him being capable of violence, but that's just because you've never saw him do it.

❤️ Oh, not towards you! Why would he, c'mon! You say the damnest things.

❤️ But that doesn't spare literally everyone else from his constant need to pick a fight. He's a sore loser who feels threatened pretty easily, especially if it involves you in some way. 

❤️ Though, funnily enough, direct insults are the thing the rile him up the least. Probably because he's used to it.

❤️ He just acts like you two have been officially together for ages, constantly bragging about it to anyone who's around to hear, specially his brothers. Much to their annoyance and dismay.

❤️ He also doesn't care about you constantly trying to disprove it, he just laughs it off with that shit eating grin of his and tells you that have such a hurtful sense of humor! But it's ok, he still loves you a lot!

❤️ No matter what you try to do, he's persistent and willing to drag everything across the floor just to keep his place as your "favorite". It's sometimes surprising how low he'll happily go.

❤️ After all, you're stuck with him! And he absolutely adores to remind you of that.

Choromatsu

💚 Choromatsu... Is a bit of a tricky one.

💚 He might also be the one who’s most likely to not know a whole lot about you before he starts obsessing over you.

💚 He's used to admiring from afar, after all. It's what his main hobby consists of, when you think about it.

💚 Maybe he met you at a convention or idol concert and you share similar interests with him, maybe he caught some glimpses of you in a more regular setting, or hell, maybe he only really got to take a good look at you once.

💚 But one thing's for certain: he's infatuated.

💚 Choro is the type to like the idea of you more than the actual, well, you.

💚 Mostly because he barely even knows you as a person and instead spends way more time than it's healthy fantasising about who you could be.

💚 He's a stalker, no doubt about it.

💚 The more time he spends thinking about you and how you two would just be oh so perfect together, the more inclined to follow you around he gets.

💚 And he will follow you around like he's your shadow.

💚 You can also bet that a few of your belongings are going to start disappearing. He tries to make sure he never takes anything you'll immediately notice or miss, but it's inevitable that you'll start to feel like something's wrong.

💚 He likes to think of himself as rational, but he really isn't.

💚 He also tries to be subtle and secretive about all of this, but he fails miserably at it.

💚 He's obsessed, stupid and most likely daydreaming about you at this very moment.

💚 In the case that you two have yet to actually talk until this point, your first interaction with him is probably going to happen once he inevitably gets more reckless than usual and you two end up bumping into each other while he's following you around.

💚 This could go two ways: it either comes off as a random encounter that you end up not really minding (or understanding the implications of), or you do get suspicious and weirded out and you just ditch him as soon as you can.

💚 If it doesn't go too well... He's going to be devastated. And also surprisingly angry. At himself, at his bad luck, and eventually even at you for not giving him a chance. He's going to go home to sulk in his own misery, while trying to not sock one of his brothers straight in the face as they nag him about what he's mopping about.

💚 But if the encounter actually goes better than expected, he'll be on cloud nine. It's only going to solidify all those delusions about you and how you two are just meant to be, even though he was nervous and sweating during the entire conversation.

💚 Either way, you basically only have a set amount of times to reject his affection before things start to go south. Well, more than they already have, anyway.

💚 Don't get too buddy-buddy with anyone else. And don't ignore him for too long; yes, even when you two barely even talk to each other. But above all else, do not even dare to imply you already like someone more than him.

💚 Choromatsu can actually be dangerous. 

💚 Mostly because he has anger issues, a chip on his shoulder and not enough reasons to restrain himself from caving in someone's skull just for looking at you longer than he'd like.

💚 His anger and jealousy will continue to eat away at him over the time you don't acknowledge him, and it's going to reach a boiling point.

💚 And when that point finally arrives, be prepared for him to just snap at any given moment.

💚 Don't be surprised to be unexpectedly confronted with him beating the absolute hell out of a poor soul who happened to be spending time with you.

💚 Or for him to one day just abruptly corner and threaten you somewhere in a moment of blind obsessiveness.

💚 But no matter exactly how you witness him lose his marbles, he's going to end up snapping out of it once the realisation of what he just did hits him.

💚 Both of you are shocked. You're speechless and shaking and he's stuttering his way through excuses, panicked apologies and made on the spot reassurances.

💚 But the damage is done. There's no turning back now.

💚 And once that clicks for him... Something changes.

💚 He gains a new level of courage he never thought he had. Nor does he knows how long it's going to last.

💚 But he doesn't care about that now.

💚 You're scared of him, so he might as well use that to his advantage.

💚 He'll... He'll Make you love him. Yeah.

💚 He will.

💚 And you won't have a choice.

💚 He's so sorry.

Karamatsu

💙 Ah, Karamatsu. The poor guy.

💙 He's definitely the most harmless out of the bunch.

💙 Well, "harmless" might be a bit of a stretch. He's just the most pacifistic when compared to the others.

💙 But that doesn't mean that damage won't happen at all, because it will.

💙 Because this guy doesn't really have a lot of self-esteem or stability to go around. And the name of the game when it comes to Karamatsu is "guilt tripping".

💙 What's the worst part? The absolute constant pity party or the fact that most of the time he doesn't even do it on purpose?

💙 Your first meeting... Was kinda awkward, to be honest. Well, it's Karamatsu who we're talking about here.

💙 He's a sweetheart, really, but he's definitely not as charismatic as he plays himself up to be.

💙 And your first interaction was not, in fact, as romantic and fairytale-like as he tried to make it as soon as he set eyes on you.

💙 But you kind of took pity on him. He didn't seem like a bad guy, just... A bit eccentric.

💙 And you actually found his antics funny too, after the initial shock of his dramatisation. In a way, he was so over the top and silly that it wrapped all the way around to you finding him endearing.

💙 And that's... A new one for him. He's normally used to being laughed at, not for someone to laugh alongside him. Or to compliment him.

💙 And he's so excited about this! He'll try to play it cool, of course, like he was expecting you to immediately fall for his "charm" from the beginning. But he's barely holding back the happiness and... Relief at meeting you.

💙 Surely, this must be meant to be, right?

💙 Surely, this is fate. It has to be.

💙 And with that, you just unknowingly sealed your fate.

💙 Because from now on, he's going to become a constant presence in your life, whether you like it or not.

💙 He'll start to constantly try to meet up with you and bring you places. He might get lucky the first few times, but it starts to get overwhelming when he's basically asking to go out with you every single day.

💙 The phone calls are frequent too; way, way too many of them. Mostly innocuous and sweet messages sure, but once again, he overdoes it.

💙 And the gifts! Oh, boy, the gifts.

💙 Most of the time it's roses, of course it is, and all of those classic romantic gifts you can think of off the top of your head. All left by your doorstep or delivered to you in person by him. But you do worry about him wasting all his money, considering he can't keep a job for the life of him.

💙 While his brothers tend to be unnecessarily cruel towards him, they aren't lying when they say he's "too much". Because no matter how genuine he is, there reaches a point where it feels like he can't live without you.

💙 Actually, he will tell you that to your face.

💙 When he's not trying to act like a smooth Casanova and gentleman, showering you with praise and basically putting you on a pedestal; he's busy beating himself up for not being good enough as soon as he senses even just a little bit of rejection.

💙 He tends to bounce right back into false confidence as soon as you confirm that no, you don't hate him. Which does leave you wondering when he's being serious and when he's playing it up. Sometimes, not even he can tell, to be honest. He's just used to not feeling great about himself.

💙 But hey, as long as you're not rejecting him and even reassuring his fears, things with him can feel pretty normal. Or appear to, at least.

💙 But it will get bad if you start to show aversion towards him, just like most people.

💙 But at this point it's too late.

💙 He's way too deep into his delusions about you, and will absolutely refuse to accept you dislike him. He'll do his best to play it off as you being in a bad mood and that he needs to cheer you up.

💙 That or he'll go into a depressive episode while desperately trying to convince you (and himself) that you'd never actually hate him, right?

💙 To the point where he'll start to believe you're being influenced by other people. That they're trying to drive you two apart. Especially if his brothers are somehow involved. It wouldn't be the first time they've ruined something for him, after all.

💙 And at this point he might start getting angry.

💙 But Karamatsu is not really one for violence, at least not until he gets pushed too much in that direction.

💙 It doesn't stop him from threatening harm upon himself though. Mostly as a desperate attempt to get "proof" that you love him. You wouldn't let this happen to him, right? 

💙 You're not like them, you care about him! You wouldn't leave him like this. He knows you wouldn't.

💙 But if that doesn't work, well...

💙 Then at this point he might have just been pushed enough in that previously mentioned direction.

💙 Don't worry, if he does reach this point, you'll never see it. He'd never want you to be exposed to anything that would scare or upset you. Though, it's funny how he doesn't realise (or doesn't let himself realise) that he was already doing that.

💙 But you will be left wondering where that friend of yours went, or why his brothers seem so weirdly wary of you now.