#that i would do those things if it weren't for the void block?? how do i say that without making it sound like an excuse???

[devotioncrater]

:)

[keisukes-number1]

Fem!Baji x fem!reader imagine - Manicure

CW: Genderbent!baji, Aged up baji! (If you don't fuck with that then u should block me), Catcalling/harassment, brief mentions of Kazutora/chifuyu (ALSO genderbent), Violence (not directed at reader), Suggestive material towards the end but no smut otherwise.

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Imagine that you are strolling through the city with her, the sound of nail files delicately shaping nails, the scent of lavender-infused lotions, and the gentle touch of the manicurist's hands as they pamper your fingertips and toes still fresh on your mind—a luxurious treat you both deserved. Then you see some guys leering at you, but she snarls at them venomously, "What are you looking at?" Anyone with working brain cells knows that challenging her is a fucking death wish because she's just looking for an excuse to knock out their teeth. As the guys approach, one of them admires, "You're stunning," while the other boldly asks, "What's your socials?" And now you're trying to get her out there because the last thing you want is for her to be arrested for aggravated assault, so you're just telling them, "We aren't interested," only to be cut off by one of them, "Why is it always the basic bitches that yap the most?" "You gotta be crazy to think that we want you when there's a bad bitch right there?"

A chilling sensation crept down your spine, leaving you breathless as if a fist had struck your stomach. In an instant, your earlier confidence evaporated, leaving only a void of self-doubt. He isn't wrong; a damming voice speaks to you, and according to her, you're as basic as they come. A plain Jane. That's right, how did you forget? You were unremarkable, merely existing to occupy the space, much like a non-playable character; you weren't anyone special, at least not in the same way as Baji. It seemed that no matter where she went, she had a magnetic pull on people. Her honey brown eyes shimmered in the sunlight, complementing her tanned skin. Her impeccable sense of style, including a pair of leather trousers that accentuated her figure, never failed to catch your attention. With a personality as radiant as the sun, she effortlessly assumes the role of everyone's big sister, and she has a devoted following of admirers who would do anything to get her attention. Her kindness towards animals is truly remarkable.

She possessed qualities that differed from your own; while she may not have been the most intelligent, her appearance and kindness more than compensated for it. She's absolutely incredible. An enchantress. You couldn't help but feel a sense of insignificance in her presence. The question lingered in your mind: Why you, of all people? You aren't Chifuyu, whose unwavering devotion to Baji resulted in the latter torturing the former with her life over her blond hair and seafoam eyes. Her captivating presence turned heads, leaving men stumbling over words and feet in a futile attempt to capture her essence in a photograph, yet none could do justice to her true allure. You sure as hell weren't like Kazutora with those sandy yellow eyes, her two toned hair that cascaded down her back like a water fall, and sporting a tiger tattoo that gave her a dangerous, alluring vibe to match her personality.

You've witnessed her stride with the poise of a runway model, yet her spirit is as wild as a party in full swing. She's the instigator of your escapades, suggesting reckless activities like arson, exploring abandoned places, and indulging in forbidden thrills. What made it worse was how casual she was with Baji—how they'd argue, fight, and greet each other with casual slaps as greetings. They were thick as thieves with how close they were, to the point where if they weren't together, then they must've had issues. Why do you think she deserves better than someone so plain? You don't deserve her. You can't keep up with her adventurous spirit, and you're constantly dragging her down. She's out of your league, and sooner or later she'll see you for the bum you really are. She'll find someone better than you who can keep up with her, and you'll be all alone—

You were interrupted from your thoughts to see her hand swiftly connect with the guy's jaw, hattering it and sending a cascade of teeth flying through the air. The force is so intense that it spins him around like a top before he crumbles to the ground. Shocking his little friend, who immediately tried to swing at Baji, "You little bit—" Without wasting a moment, he attempts to swing at her, but she swiftly intercepts his fist. With a vice-like grip, she crushes the bones beneath her grasp, leaving him desperately struggling to break free. "Let me go! BITCH, LET ME GO!" he shouts, desperately attempting to break free. However, she ruthlessly applies pressure to his hand, causing him to collapse to the ground in excruciating pain. With her unwavering strength, she prevented his body from succumbing to the ground, keeping him suspended in a precarious state between standing tall and crumbling under the weight of exhaustion.

With a deliberate and calculated motion, she gracefully raises her hand, each joint clenched with precision. Her intention is clear as she wants him to witness the impending strike. And then, in one swift and powerful motion, she delivers a devastating blow, causing his teeth to scatter and his nose to shatter. She relentlessly unleashes a flurry of devastating blows upon his jaw, leaving his nose and cheeks shattered in her wake. With unwavering resolve, she delivers a mighty right hook to his gut, causing him to expel his breakfast and lunch in a display of sheer force. Finally, she dismisses him with a casual toss, treating him as nothing more than discarded trash.

In the lingering silence, she halted abruptly, her hands coming to rest gently on your shoulders, a weighty tension hanging in the air like a thick fog. She fixed her gaze on you and growled."Listen to me, y/n; what they said was wrong. I'm so sorry that they said that. Nobody, I mean nobody, especially not those SHITS has any right to talk about you. You hear me?" You gaze towards the ground, a tumultuous blend of anger and sadness washing over you. Her words provide a small solace, yet the sharpness of their heartless remarks continues to haunt your thoughts. Uncertainty begins to creep in, casting doubt on your worth in her perception.

"But what if they're right? I mean, as compared to you, I'm—" Your last doubts are immediately put to rest as her body slams into yours. You attempt to wiggle away, your sound muted as you let out a startled cry. Nevertheless, she pulls you nearer by the waist, and to your surprise, you end up kissing her back. Her mouth is so delicate that it presses against yours. In an effort to intensify the kiss, you cup her neck in your arms and pull her closer. As her tongue entwines with yours, you find yourself completely absorbed in the moment.

She slithers her long, perfectly manicured nails downward to clasp your full derriere, eliciting a moan that you are unable to hear, and the kiss feels as though it goes on forever. The world around you fades away as time seems to stand still. The kiss lingers, filled with a mix of passion and longing. Eventually, the need for oxygen pulls you apart, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you gaze at each other with darkened gazes and hearts racing.

"Stop thinking about what others say; I love you for you," she whispers against your lips, her eyes filled with sincerity. In that moment, you realise that her love is all that truly matters. Baji wouldn't be with someone if she didn't think they were worth her time. "Okay," you respond, feeling a sense of reassurance and acceptance wash over you. With Baji by your side, she kisses your forehead before taking you by the hand. "Come on, let's go get some yakisoba. We'll split it, okay?" As you gaze at her, a determination wells up within you—you'll do anything to protect that smile. "Absolutely," you respond with a soft chuckle, "we'll split it. 

[chicken-wayng]

“I need Alicent to regret all her life decisions”

Same, Alicent needs a reality check asap. Daemon kills your grandson, Rhaenyra doesn’t punish him and instead welcomes him back with open arms. You think you, Helaena and Jaehaera are safe around these people?

I know I've said it before, but Alicent reminds me of the basic religious southern woman.

Southern Christian women are raised from birth believing that a man is their savior. That a husband and children are going to be their greatest achievement. A man will provide for them. A man will tell them what's okay to say and think. If a man says gay people are nasty, gay people are nasty - if you have those thoughts you're nasty and need to ask for forgiveness to block them out. If a man says a person's skin color makes them a thief, rapist or criminal then it's best to stay away from that colored person; regardless of the fact that the man has stolen more from you and actually has raped you. Which is another thing, rape doesn't exist between a husband and wife in the southern Christian mindset, and if you're not married according to the bible all you have to do is pay off her dad and marry her but to the SC mindset you can slut shame her and make her think its her fault, and why should he be forced to marry a slut?

I'm going on a soap box so I'll back down but I know these things because I was raised this way. I was raised to believe I was nasty for liking girls, I was raised to believe brown people ("especially Puerto Ricans like your nana and dad!") were bad. I was raised in so many sickening ways I'm still having to unlearn a lot of it. However I have resources that just aren't available in Westeros.

When I wanted to know why brown people were bad, all I had to do was get online and read about real life testimonies from the civil war all the way up to present day. What I learned is that we can't even say America has been segregation free for 50 years! 50 fucking years ago they were lynching not only adults but babies!!! I used to use "gator bait" talking about little children, cuz that's what you do in Arkansas, only to learn the term comes from slave days when they'd throw the slave's BABIES to gators!!! How disgusting

When I wanted to know why gay people were bad, all I had to do was get online and learn about the queer people from the 1600s to now. We've existed forever, so what I feel wasn't a phase, or a sin, or anything bad, it was normal. I was raised with the Holy Bible and the biggest lesson we learn is Jesus' love for us. "Love is used over 500 times in the Bible," is what my nana said. Why would he put it in there over 500 times to turn around and tell you to hate? Well I didn't get an answer to that from church or the bible, I got it from Queer Christians (that I was taught weren't a thing.) who told me love is love.

When I want to know why something I was taught doesn't feel right I can look into it. Alicent and Rhaenyra can't. That's part of the tragedy and why they'll never be able to apologize and stop hurting each other. In this way the patriarchy has deepened the divide between them. However their own choices have also done so. Alicent doesn't need to understand bastardphobia to use it to hurt Nyra and Nyra doesn't need to understand the patriarchy to understand why Alicent has to make the choices she has to use the patriarchy to hurt her. They both know they're hurting the other and that's all they care about. The "if I can't love you, if I can't have you think of my name endearingly then I'll have you hate me. I'll have my name ring in your ears until the void takes you." Is toxic but they can't stop. They regret it, but they won't stop. The love is there, but they won't stop.

I need Alicent and Nyra to regret their choices like I regret being a horrible person for the first 15 years of my life.

[inkonapage]

All Wrapped Up (Doctor Octopus/AFAB!Reader) Ch.1

Something's on Docs mind and his AI indends to correct a user error.

~AFAB!Reader, gender neutral pronouns with female genitalia terms~

Ayo, babies first Doc Ock fanfic but boy do we love that DILF.

I'll be usin' my own headcanons for the AI, please don't come for me. I made them WAY before I knew Alfred names the actuators because a me and a friend needed somethin' to call them for an RP, and it stuck.

Next chapter will contain NSFW content.

Bestie Tag: @kryptidkhan

Somewhere along the way you found yourself being roped into a particular Doctors schemes, life was funny like that. One moment you're minding your own business, the next you're helping a super villain find -and steal- materials from your job for an upgrade needed to the actuators. Somehow now a days, the norm for you would be a metal limb snatching you up out of the blue; be it as a hostage or to help him aquire more parts. Most likely both. He never did just ask, Otto had to be a little drama queen about it and force his hand on the matter or kidnap you entirely! It was startling how use to the man you were becoming, but there was nothing you could do about it. Not even a little. Yet, you were finding it harder and harder to complain about the encounters you both shared. Every time you heard the tale tell sounds of a certain someone stalking your way, your heart kicked it into high gear in a different way than it once had.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Your eyes snapped to the middle space on the far off wall as your ears picked up the sound of those heavy claws making their way along the building. All to suddenly an eery silence filled the void around you before it was replaced by the sound of glass shattering, prying a startled scream passed your lips. Spinning towards the sound of the break in, you were now face to face with the man -and machine- that had just busted into the office. Scrambling away, the back of your thighs bumped into the edge of your bosses desk as the criminal was lowered onto his own two feet and took a few steps forwards. "My, my, aren't we working a little late? Surely you have something better to be doing than loitering around your bosses office after hours~." He was mocking you. Otto stood there mocking you, yet you couldn't bring yourself to be angry. Not when his voice sounded like that. A low rumbling hum that vibrated through your chest and sank straight down to the pit of your stomach.

Focus! Now wasn't the time for one of those insane day dreams, this was real life! Real dangerous life that could more than easily rip you apart should it feel like it... "I was just leaving." You manage to state, taking a step to the side as if to prove your words true but didn't get very far. Jolting back as a claw slammed into the ground next to you, the thick metal actuator it was attatched to now blocking your escape route, the damn thing chittered as if it found you amusing. Shit. Well, so much for that plan.

"Oh, I'm sure you were. However, we need you for our own little 'overtime' of our own before you vanish off into the night." The large man hummed, "You're going to get us into that lab, there's a few schematics I need to look at. I'm sure you already know which, you've got a good head on your shoulders." It was an odd sort of compliment coming from a man like Doctor Octopus, but it wasn't one you were about to question. The clinking and shifting of metal pulled your attention back to the actuator as it pulled itself back up and towards its creator, the claw open wide and swiveling from time to time as it watched you.

Right. Best not make them wait...

Taking the hint to start moving, you turned and began to lead him from your bosses office. Why the criminal hadn't just broken in and snatched them himself, you weren't sure. Doc Ock was more than capable of doing this himself, you knew that much for a fact! All of the stories and videos of the man ripping cars apart as if they were nothing more than Legos, told you he would have no issue at all getting passed the security with brute force alone. If he didn't wish to do so, that AI of his could easily hack its way into the security and have everything open and ready for the taking in no time, so why? Why did he continuously seek you out and force you to aid him? Was it for some sort of sick amusement? Was he bored? Maybe the man just liked stoking his own ego, some sort of weird control thing?

That AI seemed to be getting a kick out of it at the very least, that was for sure. After the third encounter with the mad scientist, you found yourself being hauled back to his hideout as 'insurance'. The question just slipped out without you meaning it too after the second hour of silence aside from his quiet muttering, the question of if that thing had a name. It was sentient, you and the rest of the world knew that much, so Otto had to call it something didn't he? Apparently, it named itself. Or rather, she named herself. Sentient Attack Mechanism, or S.A.M. for short. You were almost impressed, and might've been if it hadn't been for the fact that S.A.M. had been coiled around you in a death grip that left bruises along your body for a month.

Being pulled from your thoughts as a claw was placed on your far shoulder, almost like a hand that lead you down the winding hallways towards the correct door, you were once again reminded just how much smaller you were. It was also probably done to insure you didn't try running again, you had found out the hard way that wouldn't work. Your jaw still ached at the memory of your legs being swept out from under you as a claw grabbed onto your ankle, dragging you back towards the looming figure it was attached too. Using your keycard, the large sliding door opened in an enviting manner before you were shoved inside. Managing to catch yourself with only a minor stumble, you shot the claw a look before closing the distance between you and the main computer in that particular lab. "Seems someone's in a mood today, isn't she?"

"This was entirely her idea, S.A.M. insisted on doing it tonight." Why, the doctor wasn't sure but he chose not to question her. The sooner they got things done, the better.

Because this is the easiest path to our goal. Besides, don't act as if you aren't excited to see our little pet. I know you better than that, Octavios~.

"Of course it was." You muttered with a slight shake of your head, already booting up the server and logging on. This would all be over soon, you just needed to keep telling yourself that. Just get him what the man wanted, and you'd be free to go home. Hopefully... Ignoring the heated feeling of his eyes as Otto towered behind you, your fingers floated along the keys as you tried to ignore the sound of your own pulse in your ears. Had it always been so hot in that lab? The A.C. worked just fine, in fact the room was rather chilly at the current moment, yet you felt as if the heat had been turned up drastically.

"Stop." The word was said suddenly, causing you to freeze in your place as your eyes widened a bit. Looking at the screen, it seemed to be some sort of blueprints for add ons. Otto probably wanted them as a base for whatever he was trying to add to S.A.M. but you weren't about to start asking questions.

Such an obedient little thing, aren't they? So good at taking orders.

That got a pause from the man. Dark eyes turning from the glowing screen down to you, slowly traveling along your body from under his sunglasses. He would be lying if the man said it didn't do something to him whenever you complied, but Otto wasn't foolish enough to believe that you were doing it because you wanted too. Because you felt like it. No, you were only doing as you were told so you'd survive. His mind began to wander with a little prodding from his AI, drifting onto the order topics you would be good at taking orders in. How easily would you listen to him if your life weren't on the line? Would you still be quick to please, or would you grow stubborn? Oh, Otto had no qualms handling brats-

Growling a bit, the rumbling sound coming from deep within his chest, the man gave you a little shove and soon stood where you once had been. Moving over the keys with purpose, a few claws turned to face you. Clicking emitted from the actuators as they slowly hovered towards you, pausing just a foot away from your face once you were stuck between them and the lab table. Claws rotating as glowing red lights took in your on edge expression, the camera feed was directed into the Doctors minds eye causing him to pause.

Head tilting as the man saw through his creation, the man took in your fearful expression. Why did he like it? Seeing you so weak against him? Watching you cower before him as if he were an angry God. Oh, he liked that. Being treated the way he deserved. Being feared and respected. Otto would love nothing more than to see you down on your knees at his feet-

"Just what do you think you're doing, S.A.M.?" The man hissed through his teeth, the remaining two claws coming to hover near either side of his head. Tilting his head a this way and that, the man listened to his machine speak to him from the back of his mind.

Oh, come now, we both know you've been thinking of them. It's becoming a problem, Otto. You've been dreaming of having them all to yourself, of keeping them.

"I have not!" He snapped, "You're talking nonsense, S.A.M., that isn't-"

Oh, no? So you haven't lost sleep over them? You haven't dreamed of them? You haven't touched yourself to the thought of them? How many times have you made yourself cum thinking about what it would feel like to fill them, Octavius?

The Doctor choked a bit, a blush spreading across his cheeks at the memories of his actions. "Just what are you getting at? Out with it!" He snapped, turning to glare daggers at a claw with his teeth bared in a snarl.

Make them yours, Otto. They want you too, can't you see it? Haven't you noticed? Come now, think about it~.

Well, if he really did think back on it there were signs... The way your cheeks would always turn a lovely shade of red if he got to close or touched your face. The way you seemed to grow weak in the knees if he crowded into your space. How many times had Otto felt your racing pulse under his fingers? How often had the man watched you gaze at him, completely unaware that Otto had caught you red handed?

Giving a nod to himself, the man pushed back from the computer and was suddenly before you. Your gazes locked as you leaned back a bit more, the heat radiating off of the man making you uncomfortable in your own clothing. "Wa-Was that not what you needed?" Your voice was soft, a bit of a waver to it as you began to fear he was upset.

The man didn't speak as he towered over you, a gloved hand coming up to remove his sunglasses and handed them over to a claw. Watching as the dangerous metal delicately folded the glasses and tucked them away, your head was tilted up by thick leather as Otto gripped your jaw. What was happening? What was he doing? He'd never been this close for this long before, unless it was to threaten you of course. Heart thudding a mile a minute beneath your ribs, you couldn't help but wonder what was going on behind those dark brown eyes.

"You've been such a good little pet." He murmured, voice low and thoughtful as his thumb brushed along your bottom lip, "I can't help but wonder how good you can continue to be for me. Shall we find out?" Ottos voice was almost a purr as he spoke to you, smirking as he watched your cheeks turn that lovely shade of red.

"Wh-What?" You couldn't believe what he was saying, or what you assumed he was saying.

Taking a few steps back, the man didn't give you much time to question him further. "Get on your knees." The statement caught you off guard, making you swallow hard as your eyes scanned him for any sort of tell. Any sort of trick. However, the heat behind those dark eyes was quick to smother any questions you might have. Oh no, he was serious. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you found yourself unable to deny the man. How strange, anyone else would be terrified out of their mind and begging to be left alone but you? You found yourself right where Otto wanted you.

On your knees, at his feet.

[veintrry]

past life.

scaramouches pov completely, minor angst(?), mentions of corpses for comparison sake

summary! scaramouche comes to a great realisation seeing you / after he reverses to the past instead of erasing memories? nangs -tame impala but past life by the same artist is a better fit

The ways of Sumeru had become natural to him. There was little left for him to consider as foreign, after all, he had already wanderer here before. Through his attempts to resolve the past he discovered that though he could relive the things he cherished, some things, some are simply inevitable. I suppose time can only do so much. He thinks he wasn't enough to stop these events. Then he wonders, was he made to merely suffer constantly? To never feel anything other than...disappointment.

That didn't matter, he'd simply try again.

He thought he was done by now, seeing old friends pass, until you came into the picture.

This was the first time he's seen you, but he knows that isn't true. Something is familiar; You've met.

It's weird though, not because he recognises you, but because he can't remember. That wasn't like him, he has an astoundingly good memory, always had, and with all the hours he spends reminiscing on the past there is no way this being -- you -- would slip from his thoughts.

He departs from his current duties, not caring to maintain surveillance over a project he already knew the outcome for, it'll arrive sooner or later with or without his instruction.

The harbingers' steps are confident, embracing the persona he had long worn like new skin. You didn't seem abnormal, not for this place. Your appearance would blend in with everyone else if it weren't for how his violet eyes stayed fixated on you like a crow or a stage light, shining a strong illumination onto your figure, making everyone around you practically disappear, fade into the background like bothersome noise being blocked out.

He examined you, your attire, your hair, all of you. He'd scan your body for any marks, scars, burns, moles, any hints to help him.

This was unusual, it felt sick in a way. But this hasn't happened prior and he has met previous friends before. You were friends, he assumed.

Scaramouche was stupid to. He was an idiot to not consider that surely there might be more. But why, why would he think that when you were nothing to him? You were nothing to him. Right?

He felt the circuits in his body churning back and forth quicker the closer he got, the cogs in his mind turning rashly, and he slowly began to remember, he began to recall; then he wished he didn't. You changed right before him. You warped from this familiar stranger he spotted to that who has been buried deep in his mind. You are that corpse that plagues his mind with memories of you even after death. Memories of you festered like maggots at a corpse, but none were enjoyable to recall despite his recollection of his time with you speaking otherwise. It doesn't feel good, none of it does; It hurts.

Like ink splashes it taints his mind but rather than the deep black void of life you expect, there are but only glimpses of you, tainting the paper, tainting him. And these stains he found he could not cleanse, he could not remove or erase but he could only hide. Hide it like he hid his origin, his lack of being.

And he stops. He stops everything: Walking, thinking, breathing.

This is enough.

His eyes merely fixate onto you, never wandering as they widen, but it isn't shock that swirls in those eyes but regret, and he winches. Why was it that he was so bitter about this? … He bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes narrowing on you. He's rejecting it, rejecting you.

It's true that he went back to fix things – try to at least – but this, this he couldn't do. He just couldn't. Scaramouche- Kabukimono- Whatever, or whoever he was, he knew one thing; He didn't want this again. Not after all he's done with everyone else. He doesn't want this, not anymore.

He feels fear. Because, what if he tries only to fail? What if he comes to love your company only to lose it, again? What if this, what if that. What if he still isn't enough.

The man pays no regard to the people that walk around him, seemingly ignoring his existence, and if anyone notices his intense staring they don't point it out to you. He's glad, maybe that way you'll be void of any interaction. Yes, it's better this way. He convinces himself. Everything is better this way.

Slowly, he begins to take steps backwards, and with each step back he is dissipating. The him you knew is leaving, fading, for now he was only to play his role as it should be. It is what he should be best at, he was a puppet, he was made to play a role, and this; was the only one he was good enough for.

You turned then, not in his direction. You were leaving the stall, you were walking away, he watched your legs stretch, the swaying of your arms, the look on your face. You looked content, just normal. Just normal. He bets he could make you feel better, then he shuts that thought, telling himself to not be so invested in a stranger.

That is all you are, all you ever will be. And you, you won't view him the same, you won't even know he exists.

Despite you being a stranger, you still receive deep violet hyacinths at your door. You wonder how many there are, no notes. They're pretty, you keep them. You keep a part of him. That's enough for him, he lies to himself.

[vilence]

"You have to stop blocking with your face... Do you have any idea how expensive rubbing alcohol is?" Ran mutters, but there's no real bite to it as they clean some cuts from Vi's cheek. Did you win, at least?" They ask with a grin as they reach for her hands, unwrapping the dirty bandages slowly, knowing there's a possibility of her knuckles being injured. The blood on Vi wasn't always someone else's, sometimes it was her own and that always made Ran's heart tight. They clean between her knuckles before reaching for a new pair of bandages, knowing Vi had her own way to wrap her own hands. "Hold this to your eye, we don't want it to swell shut... I know you probably would still be able to kick ass with only one eye but I don't wanna bet on it..." They murmur as they hand her a bag of frozen peas once she was done with her bandages.

fighting is all she's ever been good for , it's all she's ever had in CONSISTENCY &. bloodied knuckles &. busted noses wouldn't abandon her . they'd stay so long as she wins ... lives . with the recent separation of she &. piltover's former enforcer - this is needed in ten fold to fill a void where their heart once beat . &. with the reunion of ran , it made things a little bit easier , in some aspects . vi always yearned for such tenderness , such care - being wrongfully locked up for nearly a decade devoid the pit fighter of what NURTURING behavior once was . vander - the last drops former owner , her father , oft' patched her up . as did powder ... but , those are distant memories now .

❛ 'course i did ... they weren't shit . ❜ cocky as ever , vi boasts . the bag is then held up , as suggested . despite it ringing true , the ability to fight even with a singular eye , having both is optimal . vi smirked , now checking over the freshly replaced wraps - before meeting back up with ran , if it weren't for them , she'd still be running around with ones with weeks of wear &. tear . which caused frequent infections &. other complications .

❛ i appreciate the concern 'n all , but ... you don't have to worry about me , like you're my mom or somethin' , yanno ? ❜ / @playgroundmonsters; ran.

[urdepressedslut]

All I know

☆ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC/The Winter Soldier x OC

☆ Summary: Steve Rogers Recovers after the incident in DC, leaving him wondering where his old friend Bucky wandered off to. Bucky's case was still a shock to him and some of his friends, Natasha, Sam and Nick. What happens when they find out Bucky isn't the only innocent person getting tested and experimented on? Meanwhile, Bucky remembers something.. somebody from the haunting place HYDRA. Only flashes serve his memory and he takes it upon himself to find out the truth. What happens when suddenly he wishes his questions weren't ever answered.

☆ Warnings: dark themes, angst, trauma, torture

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+

Bucky wasn't sure how long he had been walking, he only knew that the further away from DC, the better. He finally decided to try and take control of what was stolen from him, his life. Hydra had taken enough, it was time he grasped onto those dimming memories and tried his best to get back to his old self, if that was even possible.

He had a depressing thought swimming through his mind, maybe old Bucky had died. He had been damaged beyond repair, he wasn't sure if he could get back to his old self, but whoever he ended up being, he'd be free. And that was enough for Bucky to keep moving.

Bucky appreciated the fresh breaths of air that filled his lungs, finally out in the open, with no watching eyes.

He could get used to isolation, and right now that's all he wanted more.

________________

Uneasy humming echoes off the cold grimy walls, a melodic tune surrounding the dim cell.

Mary had a little babe... looked kinda like a squid...

The frail figure sung, as she scratched the wall with her cracked and bleeding fingernails. Her eyes bloodshot from not blinking, otherwise she would see the monsters.

It soon became apparent... that it was the devils kid...

She finished with a gasp, surprised at the end of her own song, although she had been singing this song repeatedly. With little energy she clapped her hands together in false joy, she was losing it.

Hearing the door unlock, she wiped her face of any emotion and faces the wall, her hands already behind her back, it was a natural instinct to go through the movements.

She felt the floor shake with heavy footsteps and heavy beeping cuffs were placed on her wrist, rubbing against the already sore skin. But she didn't wince or show any reaction, she was still.

"Up." The deep voice yelled, making her jolt up quick and standing tall, shoulders back ready for orders.

She let herself get lost in her mind, blocking out everything in her view. She was being guided into the room, the room of pain.

Getting shoved down into the chair, she was released of the heavy cuffs, just to be strapped in by tighter restraints.

Panic courses through her veins, the cold and stiffness of the chair reminding her of the pain she's endured while sat here.

"Experiment x001 I'm sure you're confused." The lighter male voice spoke, causing her to look him in the eyes, a small petite man. One she despised.

She knew she couldn't respond, she was punished for speaking her whole life, therefore she kept quiet and chose to paralyze her vocal chords for times she was near others. Punishment was real bad.

With a quick nod the Doctor smiled and continued.

"With some assets.. missing, we have to adjust and start from scratch as some may say." The man told her, watching how the information seemed to confuse her, her face void of any emotion that showed she understood.

"What I'm trying to say is that you are going to grow and soon be doing better and bigger things, you should be excited x001." He finished, crouching and giving her a creepy smile, she tried to lean back from the stench of his unwashed teeth, but the chair restricted her of any real movement.

After not responding quick enough the Doctor grew impatient, winding his hand back and whipping it across the girls cheek. With a jolt her head was hanging to the side, her cheek stinging from the harsh impact.

"Maybe we corrupted your little worthless brain too much, you incompetent bitch!" He yelled, spit flying from his vile mouth onto her face.

She truly didn't understand, she had done nothing wrong.. she thought. She tried her hardest to follow all the rules, and yet she continued to be punished.

The man walked to the computers and started up the machine that neared her head, she pulled on the restraints, knowing exactly what was to come.

The buzzing could be heard now, testing itself before it was placed on you.

"NO!" The girl screamed her vocal chords shredding together, aching her throat.

The man gave her an evil glare, walking over to one of the guards and grabbing a gun from their holster. Walking back to her, he lifted the gun and shot her in the thigh, with a scream she shook the walls of the room, the pain blooming through the thigh becoming too much. He walked closer and punched the bullet wound, making her groan in agony, her vision getting invaded by black dots.

Her head fell back, her whole body pulsing with so much pain, she couldn't understand why she hadn't passed out yet. Two metal plates clamped her head together, making her panic again, her heart beating so erratically she thought it might burst from her chest.

"You will learn, bitch." The man spoke before he pressed a button, whirring the machine to life, causing her screams to echo through the halls once again, some soldiers flinching from the intrusion to their eardrums.

Her brain felt like it was being boiled and was melting out of her ears, she soon passed out from pain and let her body fall into the deep dark slumber, where her monsters lay waiting for her return.

With a start, she awoke back in her cell, her face leaning against the cool concrete which felt heavenly to her feverish skin. She twitched occasionally, shocks from the room of pain still flying around her brain.

Furrowing her brows at the warm feeling dripping out of her nose, she raised shaken fingers to feel fresh blood, slowly exiting her head. The steady stream didn't slow, letting it drip down her chin.

She looked around and felt oddly at ease, she couldn't remember anything, like always. All she knew was that she wasn't allowed to speak, it was forbidden. Something in her head had burned the thought into the center of her brain, letting her vocal chords permanently paralyze themselves.

She relaxed more into the wall twitching and started to think about the song she continued to love so much.

Mary had a little babe... looked kinda like a squid...

Since she couldn't speak, she could still imagine the beautiful melody that itched her scarred brain just right, giving her waves of peace.

It soon became apparent... that it was the devils kid...

With happy claps she finished once again, she couldn't be happier. The ending of the song shocking her everytime.

It was like no time had passed, she was stuck in this moment for what felt like forever. But as long as she had her song she'd be alright.

She wasn't even scared that she was stuck in the grimy room, because for her whole life this was the life she lived.. it was all she knew.

A/N: Thank you @foreverrandomwritings for beta reading this for me!

[imsailorpluto]

Call It Love (2023), Kang Min-yeong

This one makes me awfully sad. There are lots of things one can label as "wrong" and "immoral". Life isn't all black and white, no matter how hard we try to make it that way. As a woman, I tend to side with other women any chance I get, no matter if it turns out to be a big mistake.

Dong-jin, even if you're played by Kim Young-kwang, I can't let you off the hook, sorry.

Their break up makes me think it was a bit of everyone's fault. Sure, we could just oversimplify it and say they weren't compatible in the first place. We still have no idea what he did, but she cheated anyways, so this is where we should just shut up all together. Well, maybe they were both too young and inexperienced to deal with their parents' burdens. It's best to learn on other people's mistakes, but this time neither of them could escape their own selves.

Dong-jin's mother is one peculiar women nobody would ever want to meet in any kind of circumstance. Her son avoids her best way possible, but she always finds a way back into his life, destroying everything she touches. Min-yeong comes from a disgustingly wealthy family (I mean the woman drives a Maserati, that car scene alone made me weep), it's only natural her life is full of problems as well; her parents never approved of her relationship in the first place. For a girl who seems to be hurried into getting married, is there anything else that's left to expect besides a tragic ending? Dong-jin tried escaping his mother's influence, more or less, but same thing can't be said for Min-yeong. My guess is both were in great pain which they couldn't get rid off due to coming from such different worlds while neither of the two knew how to patch the void in between. Inexperience.

Dong-jin's biggest mistake was hiding his true face from his partner while insisting on keeping the relationship going. He hid his background, his childhood, his wounds, his identity. Is having a meaningful relationship even possible without taking the mask off at some point? Yet that's something he could never do but still, from his perspective it must have seemed as if he's doing fine as a partner. That's not how it works, relationship is almost like a living being, and putting up a wall is always noticeable, even when the other side turns a blind eye.

Certainly, him not letting her in on his painful past has a great affect on all that lead to their break up. While Min-yeong was looking for support in the one she loved the most, she was not getting any reassurance back and she probably blamed herself for him not opening up to her. That's something women usually do. And what do people do once they can't see a way out of a difficult situation? They become (self-)destructive. She could bend over backwards but she was just not the one he would move his emotional blocks for. From what we can see in the series, he didn't really want to discuss their future together and he kept pushing her away, presenting it as if she might be the one to push him away, some day, when she learns the truth about him (if she ever does).

From that perspective, their whole situation smells like trouble. Big, big trouble. She said herself her goal was getting married and having a family. I can't blame her for wanting those things. Is wanting something she subconsciously knows Dong-jin would never offer so wrong? Is loving a person deeply to the point of being irrational and practically dumb so wrong? Ah, but desperate measures are always wrong. Why don't we all collectively just bury this woman alive, why would we understand anything that she went through? It's not like something like that could ever happen in real life to any of us, right?

Honestly, the show presents Dong-jin as if he were an angel and not a man with severe mother/father issues. He's portrayed as a kind hearted protagonist with a high moral sense, who drowns his sorrow in alcohol while lying on the floor for days after Min-yeong's mom sent him the wedding invitation. I can't deal with kdrama mom thing at all now, they're a different kind of evil, I swear.

The audacity of "I won't let you in and I won't marry you, but I won't let you marry anyone else either" is something known for ages. That's probably why her mom sent the invitation in the first place. And all of that together makes me think he didn't treat her like a decent human being. Not because he chose that, but because he doesn't have the capacity for it. Not having the capacity, being somewhat aware of it and insisting on the relationship, because the other person displays so much affection and love, is as equally bad as cheating. That is actually also cheating. A person doesn't have to get involved with anyone else to be a cheater. It's enough to hide their wounds and not be honest about it. That alone makes me think the reason why he pretended not to notice she was out dating someone else hides behind his feeling of utter guilt. Guilt for not being capable of providing her what she needs, to compensate for building up walls and wasting her time all along.

Dating emotionally unavailable person, heck, living with one, is soul draining. It hurts like hell looking at a person and feeling as if you're staring at a blank wall. The pain of having to go through that daily is worse than your partner actually cheating on you once or falling for someone else and breaking up. At least that's how I see it; the pain it puts you through is not even comparable. The reason behind it might be in the fact that for cheating one doesn't need intelligence at all. To lure someone in your life, make them stay and to calculate how much of which part of yourself you'll give in each and every moment, well... In my eyes that's way worse form of betrayal. It takes a lot of brain. That's manipulation at it's finest. There's something very dark and vile about it; it can play with other person's mental health in the most brutal ways, where outcomes may be even fatal. And we have it right there on the screen. Min-yeong became an alcoholic. She let a man with mommy issues and extremely low self-esteem drag her down to the bottom, while he then carried on with his life as the main victim in everyone else's eyes. That's something men who hate their mothers do very often.

Her side was never shown (at least not yet), how much she must have waited for him to change, to open up at least a tiny bit, how much energy and effort she poured into their relationship. How many times she tried to get thru his walls. Sure, she made a huge mistake by contacting his mother first, but I can't blame her. Imagine how desperate she was in that moment; she went behind his back to check his phone and steal his mom's number. Even thinking of doing that is hitting rock bottom yet she went on and did it without being aware of what desperation looks like on her. As any relationship, theirs must have had a great start. Keeping his character in mind, he was most probably an amazing boyfriend at first. Once the honey moon phase ended, first problems emerged. He probably pushed it all under the rug. Min-yeong's mistake was falling a bit too hard and not breaking up with him sooner, probably thinking she could change him. Could be she wanted to prove her parents wrong as well, but for whatever reason, it hurts to watch her scenes and think about her psychological profile.

It's never one sided, that feeling when relationship reaches the breaking point. People don't want to be the bad one, breaking up first. It is a bit pathetic, not ending a relationship and enjoying the victim role saying "I've been dumped" any chance possible. Meanwhile, those same people treat their partner so poorly it's evidently there is no love left there. I'm not trying to use this drama, nor Min-yeong's character to justify cheating. Of course cheating is wrong. What I'm trying to point out is the following. Dong-jin's move - not ending the relationship and choosing to live off of his partner's energy until she turned into a wreck - is also just as wrong, if not worse than what his partner did. She obviously loved him more. What a textbook example; men with severe self-esteem (and what-not) issues pursue gorgeous smart amazing independent girls, only to ruin their psyche, changing them into something, someone unrecognisable operating on survival mode. Sounds a lot like a parasite causing a disease.

Min-yeong's left miserable in the end. She turned into an alcoholic who, even after all the hell she's been through, still thinks she might have a shot with this guy who never even truly accepted her. Oh the brain fog. Oh the twisted perception. All the excuses she must have made for him until she fell into a hole they both dig up. While he just used her for tending to his wounded inner child. She must have been so confused and so lost, how messed up her head must have been when she couldn't even get rid of him. How do you get rid of a parasite? Without an intervention, you don't.

I'm good at writing apology letters for others, so why not writing one for her? So let's wrap this one up. In all honesty, Dong-jin probably took best years of her life while she waited for him to open up. What, they're probably in their late twenties, early thirties now? Imagine yourself living in a conservative society, where certain norms are expected, are even obligatory. I get that his mom made him miserable but she is still his mother. There is no other woman out there who could fill that role. Being in a relationship for god knows how long without introducing your "future wife" to your only parent, who is clearly still around, for whatever ugly reason he should have been open about, is wrong on so many levels. Min-yeong obviously loved him deeply. All she wanted was to marry a guy she loved and start a family, and not wait for him for 10 years to finally make up his mind. He knew they were not compatible, despite all the love. She was blinded, he didn't want to hurt her so he didn't let her go even though he should have. She tried to move on, but couldn't, because she wanted him. She wanted the person she could never have. She was hooked badly.

No satisfied woman would ever cheat, especially if she wants to commit to a man till the end of her life. At this point her actions look like a desperate cry for help, but her example is just another one in a sea full of such cases, no one will care once you're incapable of getting up on your feet; however, everyone will point a finger and be the first to judge and even cheer on as they watch you drown.

[donniemaddens7thhvn]

Bungee Jump Through Hell.

What I couldn't see was exchanged entirely for what I could distinctly feel shifting in the pitch black hall. Maybe pitch black isn't exactly right, though. I noticed a tinge of the most unappealing red I'll ever see. As much as I wish it had been, it was far from the last time I'd be faced with that putrid color. Color seems like too good of a word for it, really. As you probably guessed, I could tell that much more than that simple hallway had morphed. Not just in appearance. It was something else.

The whole place. Past the school, the property, the block, the town. It was beyond this fucking universe how different everything was. I didn't move a muscle when those lights went out, not so much as a slight twitch or flinch. But I knew I was in the different place. It was completely same. I was alone.

I don't know where they went. They weren't there. I didn't blink. I was alone. Red.

I saw all of the nothing. Every last bit of void. People were there with me before. I think they still were. But I don't know where they went.

I could hear my heartbeat echo and bounce against cold metal what was the metal? The school tile and brick only door should have metal.

That blood. That monster's blood. I could smellit. Something was burning.

Light reentered my eyes and everything was fucking disgusting. It was like the feeling of anxiety itself had manifested into a single realm. And that's where I was. And in that realm of fear incarnate, that hideous thing was still there against the glass which made up windows in the metal door. Probably bulletproof. Didn't matter how bulletproof it might've been because the thing's "blood" began melting and burning through both the glass and the metal. It wasn't even moving anymore and it still found a way to keep fucking with me.

This isn't about me it never was I'm not a chosen one that survived because he was special and capable enough to do what nobody else could it never happened it never happened itneverhappeneditneverhappened let this fucking stop.

I heard something. I ran into the principal's office as fast as I could. Cutting through the lobby to the Nurse's Office. For some reason I don't even care to know, it was already open. I remember that because of the violent trip and tumble that landed me right on that mortifying rigid floor. Perfectly through the doorway. Perks of having been running like a scared bitch in a straight line, I landed exactly where I was heading. If the door had been closed I would've remembered hitting my head, probably hard enough to crack my fucking skull. I was so shitless scared that my feet forgot how to do their jobs, so my whole body decided it would lead by example and remind them how to hit the floor.

Everything was a rushed blur in my eyesight as I scrambled to roll over and sit up on my spineless ass. I was certain of only a single thing once my eyeballs had settled enough for me to see a single still image of my surroundings. Right before me, right under my very own feet, Seventh Heaven had become Hell. Something Other.

Shortly thereafter, the clunking, screeching iron(?) door, which was more characteristic of a meat locker, or a centuries old sanatorium (what's the fucking difference really) slammed shut, and once again my vision was vigorously stolen. This time I begged and pleaded in my thoughts for it to stay gone.

~💀🖤

[aitathrowawayacc69]

i just saw this 💔 i took a break from tumblr for my mental health

i'll reply anyway, i guess

1. it is not b&w thinking. i knew who she's friends with and in what circles she is, friend groups where people used slurs for trans people for laughs. it wasn't a problem for her. it wasn't very healthy or nuanced

2. yes, she did tell me she ignores DNIs, because she doesn't care and there's no harm in it as long as the person doesn't know. i find it weird, because what's the point of interacting with people that would absolutely despise you if they knew about something that is a significant part of your personality?

3. i didn't break it off, she did. we kept having disagreements over things (including this) and it reached the tipping point

4. she soft-blocked me to break the mutualship. she does, however, know that i'm the nosy type of person, so knowing her it was definitely on purpose

5. she is not over me in the slightest. in fact, she's very weird about me. last i heard, she was still talking to people about me, and making vague posts about me

6. maybe she did "grow fond" of it because of me, but it's a very... interesting type of fond. she doesn't show any interest in it beyond things that would make me mad. she doesn't know many things about it and is, by self-admission, not interested in learning them. that doesn't sound like a genuine interesting in something. not to me, anyway

7. the "radical" part was because that's what she identifies as. as i said, she calls herself a radical feminist and wholeheartedly agrees with all the "radical" parts of it

8. yes, she claims to be normal. however, as i also said, there have been weird moments, such as seeing "he/him" in someone's bio and immediately assuming the person is AFAB. it didn't ping as outright transphobic to me, but it does seem weird, at least to me. my first thing when i see somebody's pronouns in their bio isn't about their genitals, but maybe that's just me

9. i wouldn't say it's all unreliable narration because some things i know for a fact, either because of her posts, because of what she told me herself, or what people who are still in touch with her told me

10. i called her views questionable because, well, a lot of them are radical. such as "everyone who ever watched porn is an incel". it is radical, and many people find it questionable—myself included

11. important clarification: i did not "inform" her friends based about my assumptions. i said it in my ask, but i just send them links to what was on her blog and asked them to take a look

12. i'm neurodivergent myself, and so is she (adhd, not autism), and i wouldn't say this all happened because she's neurodivergent. her neurodivergence manifests in different ways that i don't see the point in bringing up because they're not relevant to this conversation and are totally harmless

13. no, the posts weren't to inform anyone. in many cases sans one she didn't mention them by names, it was just venting into the void and i knew who she was talking about bases on context clues

14. she didn't delete the posts because, even though i sent that information through asks, none of the blogs posted my asks (presumably, because they didn't wanna get into controversies). they all made a separate post like "thank you, anon, i blocked her" (usually, it would be deleted in a couple hours). i'm not sure if she saw those. a couple of them immediately made a PSA that terfs aren't welcome on their blogs, though

15. now this part i have no knowledge on in this specific situation, but she is the type to stalk people. she stalked some of our ex-friends who blocked her, she stalked her ex who also blocked her, etc. she sent me links to their posts (to discuss how they're doing) years after they blocked her

about your tags:

i wouldn't have done all that if it weren't for the interest part of it, as i admitted in my ask. therefore... it's fair to say that i wouldn't do that to other friends, because of the interest part, mostly. and also because i literally wouldn't have the means to do that—none of my other friends hold such views

AITA if

i had a falling out with this friend of mine, who is also a tumblr user. there have been a lot of reasons for that, and one of the many-many reasons were her political views, that are generally considered questionable by people around here. people usually wanna know if the person they're interacting with is that type of a person. disclaimer: she's not like. A Bigot. or something. it's just that a lot of people are uncomfortable interacting with someone who holds those views.

she's like, not exactly open about them but reblogs a ton from people who are and made a couple posts that make them obvious.

however, she likes interacting with all kinds of people despite their DNIs and stuff, because she thinks there's no harm as long as they don't know, even if it's all on her blog.

now, to the aita part. we don't follow each other anymore but tumblr recommends her posts to me a lot, perhaps because we used to be mutuals/i have some of her posts liked and i cba to go through all my likes to unlike them. no, i don't wanna block her because i don't block people. as a matter of principle. i tried filtering her username out but i end up always clicking on the post anyway. i'm one nosy bitch, what can i say?

sometimes, she posts about my hyperfixation. something that is very dear and important to me. i don't know the reason why she's doing it because she knows nothing about it and doesn't care about it, but sometimes she makes throwaway comments "based on what she heard" (so, based on what I told her while we were still friends).

and for every time she does so that i end up seeing (happened like 5ish times now), i send one of her mutuals who would be uncomfortable interacting with her had they known about her views an anonymous ask about it. i don't leak anything personal that she'd told me or anything of the sort, i just link the accounts of people she reblogs from and some of her posts on the topic like "hey, take a look at that". each time, it results in the person blocking her and thanking me for telling them in a separate post.

on one hand, i'm technically doing the right thing, since these people hate interacting with people like her, and they just didn't browse her blog enough to know that that's the kind of person she is, even though it's all open source. they're grateful i told them, too.

on the other, i'm doing it for incredibly childish and selfish reasons. had i not seen her bring my hyperfixation up, i wouldn't have done that because i'm not mother theresa like that. but for that reason, it brings me immense satisfaction to do so. especially when she posts stuff like "omg, (name) blocked me... why" and has no clue why. in my mind, it's punishment for touching something that i consider My Thing. i kind of want her to someday understand what's going on, even if it's stupid and territorial of me. like that's what's gonna continue happening if you continue touching My Thing, not giving it the respect it deserves at that too. as i've said, she only regurgitates the stuff i told her because she doesn't care about it. i have a suspicion she's only doing it to piss me off in case i still visit her blog. no idea but it does piss me off. and doing what i described really calms me down.

so, aita?

[thelittlewriter]

Far Away

Pairing : Suna x Reader

It's the second part of the fic "Rejection" I posted a few days ago

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When he walked away, you expected not to hear from him ever again. You thought you would eventually get over him after some time and that it would be easier with him away and you finally busy with your studies. But he only just left that he already sent you a text. It was a picture. It was the inside of a small apartment, you could see the cardboard boxes.

Rin (7:12 pm) : I just arrived. Isn't the view pretty ?"

It was indeed pretty. He moved away and it was time for you to move on. You just ignored the text. You knew how it was going to be anyway. Friends don't stay friends after moving away. Especially in a situation like this. Suddenly feeling tired, you went to sleep.

The next morning, he sent another text, with a picture attached to it. A smoothie.

Rin (10:06 am) : First time tasting this flavor ! Have you ever tried it ?

You ignored him again. You thought he would get tired of you ignoring him. You thought he would stop. But days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. He always updated you on what he was doing. Sometimes, he felt excited to tell you some things and he would a long text. Sometimes he was busy and so you would just receive "Tired... miss you" at 2 am.

I miss you.

He said it at least twice a week. You tried to ignore it. You wanted to move on but you still couldn't. You couldn't bring yourself to delete those texts, to block him. You wanted to know how he was doing. But it felt like you weren't ready to talk to him yet.

Sending texts in the void didn't seem to bother him. Months turned into years. For 2 years, you received a text almost everyday. But then, you felt it. Something had changed within him. Something was not the same anymore. He didn't text for three weeks.

Rin (1:06 pm) : I'm doing fine... I hope you are too.

No more "I miss you" after this. No more pictures. You were slowly fading away from his life. He had moved on.

- Earth to Y/N !

You looked up at your friend Nozomi.

- Are you still thinking about your high school crush ?

It was more than a high school crush. When you finished high school, you thought it was all there was to it. But you found new people, made new people, experienced more things and you realized that it was much more more this. He was a constant in your life, your pillar, your confident. Growing up, you understood how wrong it was for you to just ignore him. It was not only wrong for you, but also for him. What he was to you, you were to him. But you also knew he was too late. You could see it in his texts : he grew up too.

- Look, Y/N... if he isn't sending anything anymore, then maybe it's time for you to move on.

The worst part of it was that you had moved on. You felt differently about him. You couldn't tell what it was called, but you knew you missed him.

- I moved on already... and I'm happy he did too.

- Let's talk about the most important thing right now ! You plan to move out !

After high school, you studied hard and topped everything. And you were finally getting ready to find a job, as your graduation was getting closer so you decided to move to a place where you could live and work. You wanted to tell Suna about all your choices, your fears and expectations, but it was too late now.

The day you had to move out was getting closer. All of your boxes were ready already and you took a picture. You couldn't directly send it to him, so you posted the picture on social medias, hoping he would see it.

It had been a year now, since he sent his last text. You had graduated university without him. Had found your job without him. And you were happy even without him.

On your last day in your apartment, he sent a text. You were excited, it was the first one in almost two years.

Rin (6:03 pm) : I'm sending this text to apologize. I have been sending you texts almost everyday for years when you made it clear you didn't want to hear from me again. Even when I did, you clearly showed signs you didn't like it, and I ignore it. I realized how annoying it must have been and I'm embarrassed to think about it. I hope you are happy today. Goodbye.

You stared at your screen. It was over. Even though you were sad, you didn't cry. You were ready now. Ready to hear about him, to tell you about him, to be friends again. You had been ready for a long time now. But it was too late. That was just how life went, nothing more, nothing less. There was nobody to blame anymore, nothing to change anymore. It was just as if a chapter of your life was ending. One was about to start now. And so you moved out with a light heart.

You found new people, had more experiences. You sometimes wondered about him too, but you could feel he was fine. You still talked to Nozomi every week. Friendships didn't have to end when someone was moving away, the people you loved just needed to be close to your heart.

One year, to celebrate your birthday, your friend Nozomi went to see you in Nagano. You were both busy working adults now, so your birthday had passed for a few weeks already, but still, she insisted on coming to see you.

You decided to meet in a coffee shop. She arrived late, like she always used to, and it felt like nothing had changed. You talked about the good old days. As you drank your coffee and laughed with your friend, you saw him. You were sure it was him. It didn't seem like he changed a lot since high school, yet you could feel he did. His eyes met yours. When you were about to wave him hello, he looked the other way. Right, you two weren't talking to each other at all. You had waited to be ready to talk to him, and when you were it was too late. You didn't even have the strength to tell him his texts never bothered you. You wondered how much he had changed ? Maybe you wouldn't be able to become friends again. It didn't matter you decided. He had tried so hard, maybe now it was your turn to try, even just a little bit.

- Is he someone you know ?

Nozomi had a strange smile on her face. You only nodded.

- Why aren't you going to see him, then ?

You looked away.

- I'm scared. What if he doesn't wanna see me ?

- Why don't you ask him yourself ?

You pulled your phone out.

You (10:54 am) : Hey

You (10:54 am) : Is it ok if I come and talk to you ?

You heard your friend laugh.

- After years of not answering his texts, you're sending something as lame ?

You didn't say anything. You should have started with "I'm sorry I was that immature back then".

- But look Y/N, looks like it's working.

You looked toward him. He was looking at you. You couldn't read his face, and you felt slightly embarrassed so you looked away. What if he was mad at you for ignoring him ? You felt your phone vibrate in your hand.

Rin (10:56 am) : Always

Hello ! I hope you liked the new part ! I had some trouble finishing it so I'm not totally satisfied about it... Anyway have a very good day !

[1-tiger-every-day]

We are almost 3/4 of the way through the year, and... frankly I didn't know if I would make it this far. Probably, if you'd asked me in January if I guessed I'd still be doing this in late September, I would have told you no -- probably predicting I'd fall off the wagon sometime in March. Normally I suck at routines, consistency, and regularly creating without getting sucked into an art block or paralysed with indecision between multiple projects! I've never been able to run a consistent art blog on tumblr or anywhere else -- before long, life would get in the way, and the thing would end up gathering virtual dust and taunting me with its emptiness.

I wanted to reflect on a couple of the factors I think have helped me keep going this time, when previous projects have fallen by the wayside.

1. Clearly defined goal with obvious limitations. The instruction is simple: make one tiger, every day. It doesn't matter how good the tiger is. It doesn't matter if it took ten seconds or two hours. It just has to exist. And because that goal is quite achieveable, it creates a positive feedback loop that means drawing tigers - oh, my! - doesn't feel so scary after a while.

2. On a related topic: it's also a free enough prompt that I have space to play around every day, finding new and creative ways to fulfil the criteria. I can make a tiger sculpture. Once I made a tiger quiz. I made a 3D sculpt of a tiger in Blender that was an affront to God. I can try out new media, materials, and programs. And if it doesn't work out, oh well! There's always tomorrow.

3. Tiger intern T: I honestly think that this blog might have foundered over the summer if it weren't for T. When I'm struggling with hand pain, fatigue, illness or Just Not Wanting To Draw A Fucking Tiger Today, he steps in and picks up the slack. I really feel grateful and im happy to share this project with someone. I'll still feel just as much of an achievement at the end of the year, but better because the celebration will be shared 😊

4. Gifting tigers: whether it's little presents for friends or fulfilling requests from strangers in my askbox (provided they ask nicely😅), I love to make my tigers for other people, or even for myself. It's become a nice way of keeping a diary of special days in my year, from birthdays, pride, and holidays to more poignant occasions. Which brings me to my last point...

5. Not to be cheesy, but... YOU! I read every single tag, ask and comment that I get on these tigers. I can't believe there are 1100+ people following this little blog now, and especially those of you who regularly leave nice tags or replies: just know that you make my day every time, and I would definitely have given up posting my shitty tigers into the void by now if it wasn't for you. THANK YOU 🐯(P.s. I know I have an unanswered ask in my askbox right now, to the asker, I loved your question and I promise I'll reply asap!!! I have not forgotten you! 🧡!)

6 (bonus): other artists inspired by the form of the tiger, including illustrators, poets, sculptors, painters... i try to reblog a handful of my favourites, so you can all enjoy them as well!

[the-smiling-doodler]

ok, I'm ready to talk about this now. please forgive me if i repeat myself or say smth that doesn't make sense, I'm a bit tired.

So for starters, I'm likely never ever leaving Tumblr, especially not for Twitter. BUT i have to admit that Twitter is better than Tumblr engagement-wise.

I know there's a lot of jokes about how 'ooughh why are all the cool artists only on twitter !!" but the truth is,, its because the community on twitter is more vocal. I've gotten more responses to my art on twitter than on Tumblr, and while i love the Tumblr SC community and all it's awesome artists, you guys are just .. Really quiet most of the time.

The BIGGEST problem is that no one reblogs art, and that creates less engagement*, which is very discouraging for creators and only drives them to either stop posting, or go to other apps to post. Now you might be wondering: "Why are they feeling discouraged about low engagement? Why don't they just create for themselves?" and the answer to that is: We DO create for ourselves. That's why we draw and write and compose music and make gifs. The art is for us. We SHARE it for you! If every fanartist only made art for themselves and didn't care about engagement, you would not have any content besides stuff from the source material. It's not the attention most of us are looking for, but the community. I want to know that my art is reaching people, I want people to interact with it, to ask about it, to be inspired by it, to just show that someone, anyone, likes it and wants to see more. I wanna know that I'm not screaming out into the void. So please, consider contributing to the community you're in by sharing the work of your favorite artists. *(Because Tumblr isn't like Twitter or Instagram. reblogs are the only way posts can be shared on this app. Likes and replies do NOTHING to spread the post around. Likes are basically just bookmarks. The only thing they really do is add more notes to your post, which helps get it to the 'Top' of the tags page.) Here are some of the notes I've gotten on a couple of my Tumblr art posts:

and .. God these are really bad like to reblog ratios. preferably, there should be more reblogs than likes on an art post, or at least, they should be close to equal. Like this:

This is an example of a GOOD like to reblog ratio! (the only thing that would make it better is if 3/4ths of those reblogs weren't made by the same person.)

"But Doodler, what if I like the post but don't want it on my main blog for xyz reason?"

That's a fair reason, but you don't have to worry about that bro. you can just make a sideblog!! If you didn't know, Tumblr lets you do that without having to create a second email.

if you're on desktop, just click the little account icon and press on the '+ New' button next to the Blogs section, and it should take you to a page where you can create a new sideblog.

(Keep in mind that any settings you have on your main will not be transferred to your sideblog, aka, you have to manually change the settings of each individual sideblog you make, and if you wanna block people from seeing your sideblog, you have to go into the settings of that blog and type out the names of the blogs you wanna block into the blocked Tumblrs section.)

there's more information of main and sideblogs on tumblr's help page, including how to create them on mobile: https://help.tumblr.com/secondary-blogs/

"Okay, but I have nothing to add to the post."

That's perfectly fine!! You don't have to leave a comment, just reblogging is enough to show support! Think of it this way: A reblog means "I love your post so much, I wanna share it with everyone who follows me!" A like is a nice gesture, like giving a thumbs up as you're walking by. It's sweet, but it doesn't really help the artist.

"But it takes more time to reblog than to like a post."

That's only true if you're not using the quick-reblog feature!

^ To reblog a post quickly on desktop, you can either hover over the post and hit the Shift + R key, or you can hold E and click on the post you want to reblog! The only cons to this method is that it only reblogs to your main (at least as far as I know, feel free to correct me if you know how to quick-reblog to a sideblog). But it's different on mobile! If you hold the reblog button for a few seconds, this should appear:

and you can swipe in the direction of the blog you want to reblog it to! Cons of this is that it only shows the first 3 blogs in your blogs list, so if you have multiple unused sideblogs, you have to drag your most used sideblogs to the top. (On desktop, click on the account icon on your sidebar, then use the 4 dots next to the username to drag the blog up or down. idk if there's a way to do this on the mobile app.)

"No one reblogs my art, so why should I reblog theirs?"

I understand your anger, BUT, reblogging other people's posts can actually get YOU more engagement!! Whenever someone reblogs my post with a nice comment, I tend to go through their blog to see if I can somehow return the gesture. We can only fix this culture of taking from and not giving artists if we work together.

"Isn't it weird to reblog a lot of posts?"

NUH UH!! It's actually weirder to NOT reblog posts. This site is built on reblogging. A lot of the most popular posts are ones with long chains of reblogs with people talking to each other in the additions, or via tags. Unless you're making a blog that exclusively for your art or something, your blog should be about 90% reblogs, 10% original posts. Of course it varies, but basically, more reblogs than original posts is the norm on this app. Also, reblogging is ESPECIALLY important if you're currently an empty blog with no avatar. Empty blogs are suspicious because a lot of bots look like empty blogs. I've had to stop myself from blocking some of you because you didn't have a title, didn't have an avatar, and/or didn't have any posts on your blog. Lastly, although I'm emphasizing reblogs in this post, know that there are other ways of interacting with blogs you like!! That could include using the ask feature. Some blogs let you send an anonymous ask(like my blog !!) so you don't have to worry about them knowing who you are if you wanna send a nice comment but are too shy to show yourself. Or you could try drawing or writing something for them and tagging them under the post. Any interaction is better than no interaction.

TL;DR: Reblog posts or artists will stop sharing things with you, and please try to interact with people in the fandom so that it feels more like a community and less like an endless void.

And please consider reblogging this post so that more people can see it. I'll also be reblogging some more post that explain this whole thing better than me. Don't be afraid to ask about anything. God. This is way longer than i intended it to be. ough. *falls over

thinking about how its been being on twitter,,

[allegra-writes]

This is the comment section under an instagram post about Late Bloomer, in Taura Lamb's instagram. There are insults, violent threats, even rape threats. All because an obsessed blog here on tumblr said some things on discord that weren't true. I'm not making this post to call out that blog, because even tho what she did and has been doing for years is wrong, she was not the one to leave those messages.

No, this is a message to all hollanders and tomdayas out there to think really hard about their behavior, the things they say and share with each other.

Do you think Tom Holland is proud of you? Do you think you're defending his honor? The honor of a rich white 24 year old guy? With his own publicity and security team? Well, think again. Tom Holland is probably afraid and embarrassed of you. He was embarrassed back when you bullied Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, he is annoyed when you keep trying to get him to date his co-stars and he even admitted in a recent interview he knew if he as much as posted the picture of a girl in his instagram, his fans were going to think she was his girlfriend, and if he said anything about breaking up with someone, his fans would turn on her.

So don't think he doesn't know his fans do this kind of stuff, he knows. He predicted your behaviour even before it happened. He sees you, and I can only imagine how ashamed he is of you.

To all the other stans out there, the ones that call yourselves the "sane" part of the fandom: These guys, the crazy stans, the loud minority of obsessed and violent people, makes us all look like shit. They make everybody think the fandom is bad and full of crazy people. So if you know of someone doing these kind of unforgivable shit, call them out. Don't send them hate, simply don't interact with them, block every single one of them and make it clear they are NOT welcome in the fandom. Let them realize they are alone, screaming into the void. If you can, try to repair the damage done and apologise on their behalf, but whatever you do, don't indulge them or interact with them.

This is a sad day for the fandom, and even more sad, is the fact this is not the first time something like that happens. Even I had hate sent my way, and I won't deny the toxicity in this fandom is the reason I won't write for Tom again, probably ever. I'm done with this. I'm done with the Hollander fandom.

[lost-my-plot]

"It's Just The Spindle"

I'm a thirsty bitch for angst. So welcome to the first of many parts for twisted x a cursed reader (with the help of a friend each dorm will have a slightly different curse) I'm starting with malleus and the curse is very similar to sleeping beauty. I'll try to keep on top of getting these out.

PS. This took so long I got really excited about researching how spinning wheels work.

-creamy

Reader has he/him pronouns though this can be enjoyed by any. Reader is not mc!!

Tw: angst, mentions of depression, violence, slight yandere

The day was late a gentle glow gave peace in the dorm. Some attend to their studies; one naps among the animals, the tiny world of the dorm seems to be at peace. Though a single student has an unexpected fate they are about to face.

Y/n lurks around the unused halls of the dorm his heart singing a song leading him to a unknown destination. His heels echo through the quiet halls softy reaching few ears, a Prince's ear picks up on the clicks and spikes his interest. Leaving the unfinished work behind, Malleus moves to find the unfortunate heart that wonders.

The beating of the mortals heart grew in volume the song taking over his mind; as the s/c hand wrapped around the cold metal handle, the dragon Fae reached the human friend, the human who holds the strings of his heart without knowledge. Green eyes watch the near hypnotized man turn the handle and pushes open a long forgotten door, to a barren room void of anything but an old Saxony spinning wheel covered in dust and webs it's bobbin half filled with yarn while, the wool laid spread around the tool as if there was haste when the maiden who once spun it abandoned it.

Malleus's heart froze seeing y/n wonder in, the glossed look in his eyes made the Royal release exactly what was taking place. The sleeping curse. The same, or atleast similar, curse that his grandmother placed on a princess many a century ago. Before he could think his legs were carrying him towards the competitively younger man, yelling out for them as he passed the border of the room. The familiar voice pulling the cursed back to reality however, it was to late as he turned his head to look the left ring finger landed on the spindle and it was over. With a slight lack of grace the h/c man fell back knocking the ancient wheel with him it hitting the ground, breaking with echoing loud crack. Malleus caught the sleeping man before he landed.

Between the wheel's crash and Malleus's grief filled wailing the whole of Diasomnia was alert, their previously peaceful afternoon was now a night of curiosity. Lilia, having an idea as to what had happened, with Sebek and Silver made swiftly towards to the distressed Prince.

The two taller men pulled their broken friend way from the human that has caused this heartache, Lilia quickly took y/n's heavy lifeless body and placed him on the ground; getting an unexpected and frankly out of character roar from Malleus as tears pooled at his chin and his legs grew weaker. Silver silently told Sebek what he wanted to do before gently bringing the dragon down to the ground where he could safely continue his agonizing cries while being held by people he sees as his family. Looking over y/n Livia's suspicions were proven true, the cure. The Fae y/n grew up under did inform him of this though he never did believe it; why would a peasant family in counter and Fae with such power, and how had they angered them? This question weren't important now, he had to comfort Malleus and start work on how to save you.

The dorm was near silent again but this dorm the only sound was the mourning the Prince, for the first week seemed to be handling as many. he didn't stay by the sleeping corpse when his peers came by giving gifts to be placed around the soft bed he rest some would stay longer speaking to those who slumber as if he'll respond; he never did. Teachers came by as well few leaving things most there to help Malleus work on a way to free you. Leona even came by shortly, it was clear that this lost has hurt most in the school.

As time passes the answers never seem to show itself, though many continue trying to remind him of the original tale of his grandmother, he simply refuses. He doesn't want to accept that the true love kiss may not be from his pale lios; there has to be another way. Lilia tries to keep his 'child' together and safe taking him out on walks at night, while silver watches over y/n. Despite these efforts Prince malleus breaks more and more until the final crack.

The doors to his room, as well as the stairs leading up the tower to it have been blocked and filled by large roses and their thorns creating a near death trap for those who don't have the aid a strong teleportation spell or broom but even those are risky their own two people who the vines move for: Lilia, silver and when they do he's usually reading more and more books on curse's or sleeping alongside y/n hands interlocking are tears visible on his face; the food they left on their last visit was barely touched. The Prince's own room hasn't being used since ye fell its covered in dust with the smell of what once was, the sound of y/n laugh still echoing off those walls; it was hunting to walk pass.

Years it's been years your body stay the same just barely breathing eye closed gently enough that one would believe they were to open any second. However he knows better know but why, why had he left him, why didn't y/n tell him of this. he would have protected him, if he Had then he wouldn't be where he is now: A ruined castle covered in vines of thorns, alone. Even with his 'family' he's alone without him, with out the man he loves. "maybe my kiss will wake him... I have nothing more to try" the mumble was his last hope.

Pushing the h/c out of the beautiful face he leans in closing his eyes. If this doesn't work he shall live his long life without love, without what he wanted most. His lips y/n' touch lightly.

[moon-u]

||Levi ackerman x reader || pt2.

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 : the beginning of an end

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : levi ackerman x reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 2 : back between those walls, he never thought it would hurt so much, he didn't want to go home. Their badges were there, placed in the back of his drawer. And there he was, again left alone.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : I really have a lot of ideas for this little story, finally I don't know exactly how many chapters there will be. I think it will surely depend on my inspiration. also you should know that i am not english this is not my native language . i am doing my best so i am sorry if there is a fault

They had returned to the base of the Exploration Battalion, and unfortunately many people were killed during this expedition.

Two soldiers had not followed the major's orders, they had returned to this forest infested with titan. To bring back the lifeless body of their childhood friend.

However it was not without risk, they had brought with them an entire group of titans on the yet peaceful journey back.

The carts were much too cumbersome and slowed down the soldiers, not wanting to make new victims, it was decided that the living had priority over the dead present in the heavy load.

The dead were thrown one by one from the cart, and the battalion picked up speed, Levi was there and had seen her. She too was thrown over, like a vulgar heap of junk. He quickly looked away concentrating on the path in front of him, he couldn't help but feel an emptiness place on the left side of his chest. This emptiness made him suffer so much.

The emptiness in his heart was not the only traitor of his grief, his eyes .. his eyes were empty of meaning, empty light. This light that helped him see a more bearable world. Reality hit him full force. And now ?

Petra .. gunther .. eld .. oluo

Gone were the stupid gunther jokes, the boastful little oluo, Eld's kindness and affection for those comrades. Smiles, crystalline laughter from petra. With his eyes containing within them, the cosmos all by themselves. Of her cute, feverish little gestures when she was nervous and confused. In her soft and touching voice, even when she spent her time putting oluo back in place. Her hair that looked so lovely and fluffy in the setting sun, how much he had been gazing at it, how much he had spent all of his time staring at her. Like the most beautiful thing, the rarest thing in the world, which was right in front of him. All these actions, tiny it seemed, represented her daily life. his life with them.

It was too good to be true..

... but this reality was too cruel to even be real.

Once home, the villagers looked at them with dark, empty gazes. Some were expecting their children, their brother and sister, their lover. How to tell them ... how could we even look them in the face. It was all way too cruel. This world was too much cruel.

A man in his forties appeared next to Levi, talking to him about Petra. At first he didn't really understand what he was saying to him, since he spoke really fast. But he stopped when the man beside him introduced himself to him as petra's father. He told her that petra was still young and free, but that he really wanted to see his little children grow up before he died. How could he tell her that his daughter, his angel, his one and only child, had left this world long before him, far too soon. How could he tell her, that he would have wanted to be the father of his children who would have run all over the house of the man in front of him, calling him grandfather.

He whispered a sorry to the man and continued on his way. It’s way too hard.

He was in his office, staring at the stack of paper in front of him. Night had fallen, and only a candle lit the dark room.

He sighed and flipped through the different pages in front of him. The names of the dead who sacrificed themselves for humanity. He had flipped through everything but couldn't find the names of eld and oluo alongside those of gunther and petra.

"yet he had to be classified by squad" he frowned, were they alive? If so where were they? He hadn't seen them on the way back.

A thud echoed from his wooden door, he put the papers in the corner of his desk, clasping his hands below his chin.

" Come in "

"Corporal Levi", they were alive and well, eld and oluo stood in front of him, their cloaks still draped over their backs, covered in deep red.

They walked over to his desk, standing in front of him. He looked up and noticed something unusual about them. their gaze, they were blank. As if they were present without really being. They too, their looks had betrayed them.

Eld was looking for something that was in his pocket. He took out two badges. Wings present, painted blue and gray. However, an unwanted color had mixed in with it, red, the color of their own blood. It was on this same badge that they had put their fists so many times with strength and pride, promising to offer themselves body and soul to humanity. Their badge.

He held them out towards him, held them up with a slightly shaking hand, his breath was blocked and the hole in his chest was tightened. As soon as he touched the cloth soiled with the blood of his comrades, he once again felt his world fall, taking him along.

"We're home," Eld said in a trembling voice, "we absolutely wanted a part of them to come back with us"

"We're terribly sorry, corporal," oluo added, looking at the ground.

"no" he put the badges on the desk, "I'm sorry" he sighed and got up from his chair, he stood in front of them and folded his arms across his chest to hide his shaking hands, "let's just make sure that They did not die in vain. Fight on their behalf to share our victories as well as our defeats. Stay strong and proud. Sacrifice yourselves body and soul as a soldier. They put their hands on their hearts, their second arms placed behind their backs.

As soon as they left the room, he fell to his knees. He hadn't even realized his sudden fall himself. All gravity had left him . It was him and this dark room again, two new shadows haunted him in this endless abyss. He clung to the desks and leaned his back against them. " sacrifice yourself body and soul?" He said to himself, staring blankly at the ground. He no longer had a soul to sacrifice, only his wandering body was still unfortunately active. His sparkling hopes and dreams were dead with them. One after another, each person he loved, who had perished, gradually took away part of his soul, making him a cold soldier and unable to do anything other than fight.

People could see him fighting titans almost all the time, but the truth is they weren't seeing the real fight. The one that took place deep inside him. Fighting against himself. Striking in the void. Each blow being a little more fatal. But no one could see it, no, no one had to worry about it. Since he is the strongest of humanity ...