#there have been so many times i felt disappointed

[arkhamsbrat]

you were robbed of summer, i was robbed of you

jason todd x civilian reader

when jason left, your light did too. six years of your life spent attached at jason’s hip crumbled around you with one knock on your door, and a small shoe box of old journals and trinkets was placed in your hands. they told you the funeral was that next week. you barely had time to register that they told you how he really died. asked you to keep it to yourself.

that boy you spent your childhood with, running through dark allies and making the best of your shitty little lives was gone. the boy who read to you, sat in the gamestop and played the trial of mario kart with you til you got kicked out, gone. you didn’t even get to say goodbye. they didn’t even let you see him before they buried him.

at least the bastard pitied you was kind enough to let you visit Mr. Wayne’s graveyard. you left letters, flowers, anything that reminded you of him. there were too many times that Mr. Wayne found you passed out against his tombstone. you’d wake up back in your own home, unsure of how you got there. it didn’t matter.

the next four years were miserable, barely scraping by without a few trips to the hospital from your constant exhaustion. you made it, at least. got a little cat to give you something to motivate you. her name was robin. a little stray you found on your fire escape. jason would’ve loved her.

you could see it when you closed your eyes. jason sitting on your couch, crooked smile wide as robin climbed all over him. how he’d whisper to her when he thought you couldnt hear. you saw him everywhere, doing everything. because that’s where he should be.

heroes came back all the time. the flashes, superboy, impulse, even batman. what did you need to do to bring him back? what did you have to give up? did you need to tear yourself in two all over again just to get your best friend back?

these thoughts played over and over, every single day that passed. it got to the point where you could see little silver hairs sprouting out of your head after april passed. they got thicker in august, when you kneeled by the edge of your toilet and sobbed so hard you got sick. he should be 21 now, piss drunk on your ragged old couch and cackling at how you stumbled around.

you felt pathetic when robin came and nuzzled at your leg, meowing for your attention. you ran your fingers through her fur before pulling her into your arms, feeling her purr. “how dumb do i look right now, jayce?” you muttered to yourself, bitterly. “makin’ you real proud, i bet.”

you didn’t hear the boots hit against your fire escape, nor did you see red hood slink down to peer through your smudged windows. it’d become a habit of his, though he was disappointed you weren’t as aware of your surroundings as you should’ve been.

jason watched. almost nightly. thats more than what he thought he deserved. nearly threw up in his mask the first time he saw your grey streak, stress induced.

the two of you were strangers now, he reminded himself consistently. the boy you knew was long gone, and he strongly doubted you would ever accept any of his changes. he’d hoped you’d changed for the worst. maybe he’d find something he could move on from. something to hate you for. maybe he could throw away the letters he wrote to you in hopes that one day he could come to you. in hopes he’d be able to come home.

thats what he’d always found in you. he craved it- the simplicity of you. hell, he’d even take you yelling at him for being stupid. for leaving you. he’d find a home in that, as long as it was your voice raising at him. before he came back, he was afraid you’d forgotten. he’d hoped you didn’t, in a fucked up way he hoped you’d hurt the same way he did. that you’d never forgotten him.

he regretted those wishes the minute he saw you crying over a cheap cookie with a candle stabbed through, drunk off your own ass. the date didn’t even cross his mind when he landed, only looking to check in on you. he had to fight back his own tears when it dawned on him. even now, you cared about his birthday?

if he wasn’t so stupid you wouldn’t be alone. if he didn’t care so much, if he didn’t go to-

you looked up before he got to finish any of his thoughts, letting out a shrill scream when you saw the masked vigilante on your fire escape. if he wasn’t so upset he would’ve laughed at how fast you grabbed your cat and raced to your bedroom, nearly tripping against the toys strewn about the floor. he’d wanted to mock you about how you spoiled that cat. jason wanted to be with you again. to be normal with you.

he’d never see you again if he could just tell you that you’re what got him through it all. it’s always been you, always will be. thirty minutes pass while he contemplated if he deserves to be selfish with you before he just said fuck it. he slid your window open and slipped through, searching for your room.

he’d get on you about actually locking the damn window later.

jason couldn’t find it in him to care about hiding that it was him. it was you he was telling. no matter the fear blooming from deep withinin him, he knew you’d see him. trust him. love him, if he let you.

the red hood mask got thrown onto your couch while he scrambled to your door. he knew you could hear his footsteps, probably scared shitless. how was he supposed to start this?

“been a long time…” he spoke, barely able to mask the shake in his voice. “i didn’t… i didn’t think you’d still think about me, honestly. i hoped you did, but… everyone else seemed to replace me. shoulda known you never would’ve…” jason couldn’t feel how his whole body shook as he kept speaking, barely remembering when he slid down to the floor.

“thought about you every god damn day, y’know? always wanted to tell you that. wondered if you went to school. if you were still damn awful at chemistry… did’jya start workin’ at that little cafe? said y’would once you turned sixteen…” he rambled on, tears spilling down his scarred cheeks. “i know y’don’t know me anymore… y’lost your jason… but i probably lost my you too… y’look miserable. that my fault too?”

jason heard the floorboards creak from the other side of the door. a quiet shuffling, alongside a very upset meow as a cats paw swiped under the door, catching at his jeans. he laughed quietly, setting his hand down so the cat could paw at him instead of the jeans that he just stole off some douchebag that tried to mug a mother thrifted. he felt his whole body tense when you finally spoke. “her name’s robin… thought jason would’ve liked that. none’a this is his fault.”

“i do.” he pressed his head against the door, seconds away from begging you to open it. a cat… you named your scraggly ass cat after him. you sounded exhausted- if he could snap his fingers and take it all from you, he’d do it in a heartbeat. “jason’s dead… they said he got killed by…” he let out a sharp sigh. “i wanted to come back to you, i swear. it’s a real long story.”

he heard more shuffling behind the door, and then a click. your head peeked through the crack. “…i never make plans on your birthday…i have time?” for the first time in a long time, jason felt a small smile pull at the corner of his mouth. “are you gonna remember any of this in the morning, drunkard?”

his grin widens when you shrug, teary eyes boring into his. “then i get to see you for the first time all over again. jackass.”

[whysoblue2]

The God of Health

As Shamura planned their conquest and the re-arranging of the Pantheon, they thought they calculated every outcome, strategized every single move and spun a thick sturdy web of plots around the chessboard, so that each little piece would fall exactly as they envisioned. But as time passed, they were put in front of the chilly realisation that they couldn’t, in fact, foresee everything. The boy had come of age, growing into a skilled strategist, a formidable warrior, competent in every weapon he had been trained with. Yet, the power hidden within his Crown remained locked, still beyond his reach! At his age, Shamura had already slain their first god. A disappointing outcome for one with such potential, but that wasn’t what troubled the spider most. He had grown to be beautiful, disarmingly so. His cult was gaining plenty of followers each day passing, a good trait, but the young God of Health had caught the attention of many, mortals and gods alike. And with attention comes trouble, with such beauty the peril of objectification, with enchanting blue eyes the risk of meeting the wrong gaze. Shamura dragged Kallamar with them on the battlefield and saw him hurt more times than they could count, but they had never felt so concerned. A young god coming to age, a juicy apple ripe for the taking, how could they shield him from the rest of the world? He wanted to be independent, the stubborn boy, but didn’t know traps lay in waiting, hungry maws ready to snap at his first weakness. The God of War was ready to face the odds on a battlefield with weapons, armies and war machines, but was unarmed against this. For the first time, Shamura was afraid. That was their little brother… No one must ever touch him.

A little HC in my AU about a very toxic sibling relationship.

Ofc, in the end, Kallamar did go ahead and slay gods, using weapons Shamura had no idea how to use. That made the two of them practically unstoppable. But Kall became the one laying traps and ensnaring prey... so much that one would ponder: who is the spider?

Thank you for reading all my ramblings about my AU... I have so much stuff cooking. This idiot is in the middle of the cauldron! Story aside, I finally finished his design and I am pretty proud of how it turned out, mostly that face and jewellery omg. I have never coloured so much gold. Ever. Lineart here!

[miizuzu]

A Promise Kept - Part 4

“Are you ready?” Satoru gently brushes your face with the back of his fingers, he had you laying in his bed, legs spread apart as he comfortably slotted himself in the middle. He had you pinned down with his torso, you weren't going anywhere. 

You were feeling nervous, you haven't had sex for a couple of years now, you were worried Satoru would be disappointed. What if he thinks the same as Naoya? That you're not good enough? 

Satoru could feel you worrying, he kisses you gently, “This is my first time you know? So if anyone should be nervous, it should be me.” 

“Are you sure? You're not acting nervous at all, you look like you've done this many times.” you raised a brow at him. You did remember him saying he only ever loved you, but you thought maybe he would have had his first time by now.

“I promised I wouldn't lie to you, I just watch a lot of porn.” His comment made you giggle. Even at times like this he's trying to get you relaxed by stupid jokes, well maybe it wasn't a joke, but you don't really care at the moment. 

He was kissing down your exposed breasts and down your belly, sending shivers up your spine. You could feel wetness pooling in your panties, which made you flinch uncomfortably. His hands reached the waistband of your pajama pants, his fingers slowly hooked on to it as he continued kissing down your lower belly. 

“I'm gonna take this off now.”

You eagerly nod your head, lifting yourself enough for him to tug it off of you. He saw a matching lace pantie and he rubbed his face on the fabric, his hair tickling your belly. Your so wetness is seeping through your panties, Satoru rested his lips on the little wet patch and his eyes rolled back as he took a big whiff, his nose would be directly at your clit if it wasn't for your panties being in the way. 

Satoru licked you through the panties, soaking them with his saliva. His cock was so hard he had been grinding himself against his bed, pre-cum stained his boxers and leaking through his pajama bottoms onto the bed sheet. 

You've never felt like this before, Naoya had done it for you before but he never took the time to make you feel good, always got you wet enough for him to enter. 

Satoru was taking his sweet time, licking and kissing every part of you, finally removing your soaked panties, mesmerized by your dripping pussy. His finger ran through your folds, making you arch your back off the bed. He thought that was so sexy, he wanted to watch you lose control for him. He ran his finger from your entrance to your clit again, lips capturing your clit as your finger lifted off of it. He twirls his tongue around the bundle of nerves before sucking hard, making you scream in pleasure.

He now has his middle finger drawing circles on your entrance as his lips continue sucking and licking your clit. He pushes his finger in and could feel how hard your walls were gripping onto him, he moans and the vibration hits you like a truck, making you cum just as his knuckles reach your folds. He had his other hand in his boxers, squeezing the base of his cock tightly, trying to make sure he doesn't cum right away from just fingering you. 

Satoru was already addicted, his tongue moved down from your clit to your entrance, drinking up every drop of your sweet nectar as he began to pump his cock with his other hand. His heavy breaths hit you, feeling like you are getting hit by wave after waves of your own orgasm. You've never cum from being eaten out before and now you can't stop, hands grabbing at the base of his pillow for support, trying to ground yourself from your high. 

Satoru was close to cumming as well, you could feel his breath getting sloppy and messy, you reached your hands to cup his cheeks, his mouth and hand stopped but his hips were still grinding on the bed, he felt so close he could burst any second. 

You pulled him up, and he let you, making him lose the friction he was desperately looking for. You kissed him and could taste yourself on his tongue, your hand then traveled down to palm his cock, he twitched from how soft your hands felt on his cock, you gripped it harder and he came right as your hand was about to give him a pump.

“MMMMM!!!” You were sucking on his tongue, as his cock continued to shoot rope of hot cum into your belly, there was so much yet he was still rock hard. You finally let go of him, letting him catch his breath. 

“S-sorry…haa… I came all over you…”

The both of you looked at your cum covered belly and he quickly took his pajama top off and wiped you with it. You see his cock dangling out from its restraints. You thought he was big the first time you saw it, but it looked way bigger for some reason. He is definitely going to ruin you for anyone else, not that he would ever let you go again. 

His cock was still twitching with need, you got him to lay down and you got on your belly, the 2 of you had switched positions. 

You were tugging at his pants and boxers, and he held your hand.

“You don't have to do it, I was already satisfied when you let me drink you.” 

“Well, he doesn't seem satisfied.” you poked at his cock with your index finger before making a ring with your thumb and middle finger, wrapping it on his cock as you slowly moved your wrist up and down. You pulled him towards your lips and stuck out your tongue to lick his slit. He was shivering, he thought your tongue was so soft and he wanted to feel how good your mouth would be. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” 

“Positive.” 

You are now licking him like he was a popsicle, your tongue licking up and down his veiny throbbing cock. You wrapped your lips around his redden mushroom top, trying to take as much of him in your mouth, but you couldn't fit everything in. 

Satoru was a moaning mess, trying his hardest to keep still and calm his breathing. He doesn't want to cum right away, but the way your mouth moves makes it very hard for him not to. His voice will spike everytime you give him a little suck, one of your hands was on his inner thighs, occasionally squeezing and you could feel his muscles tensing up. Your other hand was on the base of his cock, jerking and twisting your wrist in a circular motion, pumping the inches you couldn't fit in your mouth. He was already sensitive for cumming once, you couldn't help but try to tease him more and he's becoming undone.

“Wait! Waitwaitwaitwaitwait!! Oh!! If you, mm keep going, you're gonna, ngh make me cum again.” he's grabbing your cheeks now, staring straight into your soul with dilated eyes. He was about to lose it, he didn't even notice his tail and ears were showing. 

You didn't say anything, just kept eye contact with him as your mouth sank down again, sucking so hard your cheeks hollowed. 

“Shit… shit shit shit shit shiiiiiiittttt!” 

He came, so much you couldn't react quick enough, swallowing most of it as the rest spills out of the corner of your mouth. 

“I'm mmmh, so sorry… I couldn't hold it anymore. 

You thought he was cute, he didn't taste bad like Naoya, didn't force his way with you. And you loved that part about him, you are willing to do more for him than you ever did for Naoya. 

Satoru was STILL hard, which was hard for you to believe, Naoya would just finish after he cum once. Leaving you unsatisfied sometimes. Will you be able to keep up with him? Satoru has so much stamina it's blowing your mind, you could feel yourself getting wetter just looking at his still throbbing cock. 

Satoru watches you as your confidence begins to falter. This is not over yet, not by a long shot, he hasn't got the chance to fully be inside you yet. He moves a hand to tilt your chin up to look at him, “What is it babe? Are you tired? Do you want me to stop?” He was really hoping you would say no, because he was dying for more of you. He was overstimulated but he doesn't care, he just wants to make sure you are alright. 

You shook your head, you want him, as much as he wants you. “Don't stop… I want… you.” You wrapped your arms behind his neck and pulled him towards you, your back hit the bed, he held himself up so he wouldn't crash into you. You could see his tail swishing around being him, sometimes you could hear it slapping against the bed. 

“Anything for you.” He removed the remaining clothing on the both of you, throwing it off the bed. He then shovels towards his night stand, pulling out a sealed box of condoms. He quickly took the plastic off and grabbed one from the box. You looked at him as he was about to tear the wrapping open.

“... Why are you staring at me like that?”

“...... You don't have to… use that…” you feel your cheeks burning right after the words left your mouth. Satoru's cheeks were burning just as bright. 

“R-really? I can??” He wants to make sure you were 100% positive of what you just told him. 

You looked away for a second before meeting his eyes again, nodding your head.

The condom was then tossed off to the side, he caressed your cheeks before kissing you again. His hands moved to your knees as he spread your legs apart, he grinds his length along your folds, feeling how warm and wet your pussy was. He lines himself to your entrance, his leaking tip kissing your drooling hole. He pushes himself inside slowly letting you adjust to his size. Your walls felt so tight, he only had his tip inside and could almost feel like busting. 

His hands now moved to your hip, trying to use your hip as leverage to push himself deeper. 

Your mouth gape open like a fish out of water as you take more of him, the stretch already melting your brain, he was only halfway in and you already felt like you couldn't breathe. 

Satoru had to go slow, he knew he could cum again any second from how your walls were squeezing the life out of him. He wants to fully slot himself inside you, each little push sends him closer to cloud nine. His cat ears are pointing down like a scolded kitty as his tail slaps against the bed. It took what felt like forever to be fully sheathed inside of you, his cock throbbing as your walls pulse around him, so hot and wet, nothing like anything he ever felt before. 

Your head was spinning, it felt as if all the air inside your lungs had been pushed out, you wanted more, more friction, your hips were moving on their own, rolling tiny circles but Satoru was not ready for you to move. He feels so sensitive, he's trying his hardest to get used to your good you feel first before moving, he doesn't want to cum right away.

“Stop moving, you're gonna make me cum.” Satoru whines. 

“Cum for me, please, I want more!” You were losing it, you want him to cum on you, in you, anything to claim you. 

“Shit!!” Satoru starts thrusting his hips, he pulls out mid way and slams himself back in, he could feel he came a bit just from that. The trusting became easier as your combined slick acts as lubricant, he was sliding in and out of you faster and faster. 

“Ooooh, yeaah, love being inside you. Be mine! Mine only!” His thrust was losing rhythm, he was close, he wasn't sure if he was allowed to cum inside of you so he started pulling out. Your legs locked around his waist to stop him.

“Inside!! Satoru!! Cum inside!!!” Your back was arched, you were as close to cumming as Satoru. 

“Anything ngh for you.” He leans in on top of you, you see his tail swaying and you lightly grab it. “OOOOH!!! Yea!! Stroke my tail MMM feels so good!!!” His thrusting picks up, sending you over the edge, your walls spazzing as you cum, Satoru followed shortly, shooting another heavy load of hot cum deep inside you before laying his weight on top of you. His cock finally softens as he pulls out slowly. 

You were seeing white, you never came so hard before, Satoru flops on his back over beside you, pulling you to lay on top of him as he gives you feather light kisses on your forehead. 

“That was… amazing. I knew it would feel good but I never expected this.” he embraced you a little tighter. “How are you feeling?” 

Your tears started falling, your last partner never asked how you felt after the deed was done. Satoru noticed and started to panic. 

“What happened?? Was I too rough? I'm sorry… it felt so good I couldn't control myself. Did I hurt you? Tell me what's wrong.”

“No, you were perfect, it felt very good for me too… it's just… he never cared as much once he finished…”

“What?! Isn't that just the standard? I swear I will beat the shit out of him if I ever see him again.”

You started giggling, your head snuggling to his chest as he pets you gently. 

“I love you, Satoru.” You drifted into dreamland right after. Leaving Satoru flustered, he could almost feel himself get hard again but he wasn't going to do anything with you asleep. He gently rolled you off of him and went to get a warm cloth to clean you up, tucking you in his bed before doing the same for himself. He lays down beside you, admiring your peaceful sleeping face as he slowly falls asleep.

Waking up the next morning, you noticed Satoru sleeping soundly in his human form, this was the first time you woke up with him still actually sleeping. You noticed that he had cleaned you up. You love this man so much, loved how he always put you first, loved how good he feels, and now comfortable you could be with him around. You got out of bed, wanting to make him breakfast for when he wakes up. You went through his drawers and found a t-shirt and slipped it on, trying to be as quiet as possible so you couldn't disturb his sleep. 

Satoru was half asleep when he tried to wrap his arms around you, waking up when he realized you weren't there. He swiftly got up and out of bed, grabbed a pair of sweatpants and walked out of his room. His nose led him to the kitchen from the delicious smell, he moved so quietly you didn't notice him as you swayed your hips to your own humming. He creeps behind you, hugging your middle from behind, pressing you against himself. 

“Perfect timing, breakfast is ready.” You tilt your head up to give him a quick peck. 

“Can I have dessert first?” He grinds his hard length against your ass, one hand slowly creeping up your thigh.

“The food will get cold…” You could feel yourself getting wet.

“It will still be yummy even when it's cold.” his hand continues moving up, realizing you didn't put any panties on when his hand reaches between your legs. Kissing you at the crook of your neck, making you whine. “So…, may I?”

“Well I can't say no if you're asking so nicely.” You reached your hand up to cup his cheek, leaning forward onto the counter just a bit. 

“You spoil me, you know that?” He hikes your shirt up, pulling down his pants enough to free his aching cock, he uses both his thumbs to stretch your folds open, watching as your little hole clutch at nothing. He pushes his tip inside, his one hand wrapped around your waist, the other on your clit, rubbing and pinching your bundle of nerves, making it hard for you to stand.

Your knees were closing on itself, Satoru lifted you higher onto the counter, keeping his arm under your belly so it wouldn't touch the cold counter. He starts pounding you from behind, you were grabbing onto the edge of the counter so hard your knuckles were turning white, biting down on your lips to keep your moans in. 

“Come on, let me ngh hear your voice.” Satoru licks the back of your neck before sucking on your delicate skin, leaving marks under your hairline. 

“Ahh.. MMM!! Feels so goooood~ your hah… do deep!!” Your eyes are rolling back as your tongue hangs out of your mouth, already cock drunk. 

“It feels so good inside o-of you, never want to leave, never rrgh wanna stop.” He is picking up his pace, his tail is out again, brushing against your legs as he wraps around one of them. 

“Satoruuu, wanna cum!! Gonna cummmm!!” Your arm is thrown back to grab the back of his neck as he rests his head on your shoulder, kissing and marking up the side of your neck. 

“Mmhmm yea, me too!!” You both came, Satoru's cum filling you up nicely, both still riding your high as cum leaks out of you. He pulls out to look at his creation, stretching you open with his thumbs again as he watches his cum spill out of you. He sticks his tongue out to catch it, tasting the combined cum, he couldn't help but stick tongue inside and swirled it around. 

You were struggling, feeling very sensitive from cumming and the way his tongue moves inside of you. “Satoru!!!” You tried to push his head away, he put both lips on you and sucked lightly and your legs gave in. He stops and catches you before you touch the floor. 

“Thanks for the meal.” Satoru smirks at you. You just hid your face in his chest and pound his arm lightly. “We should wash up before eating breakfast.” He carries your bridal style into the bathroom. Got a bath running and helped you out of the shirt and got you in the tub. He went to get you a set of clothes before grabbing his and joining you in the tub. 

“Could we stop by the pharmacy close to my work? I need to pick something up.” You ask Satoru, he had an eyebrow raised. 

“Yea, for sure. What do you need?” 

“Morning after pills… I'm not on anything.” 

“... I don't mind knocking you up and taking care of you.”

You giggled, “Well I do, I don't want to share you with anyone yet.” 

He holds you tight in his arms, he loves hearing you say you want him for yourself. He wouldn't mind having a few kids of your own running around the place though. 

“Ok, let's go after breakfast.” 

You nodded your head, finishing with your bath, the both of you ate the food you made before getting ready to go out. You checked your phone to see if there was any text from your work telling you if Naoya showed up again. You felt relieved when you didn't see anything. 

The pharmacy was just a few stores away from the coffee shop. You like going there because the pharmacist there was really nice, she always took extra steps to make sure you get what you need. 

You got to the pharmacy with no issue, got your pills and you asked Ieiri about wanting to be on birth control, she suggested you a brand that seems right for you, you thanked her for the help. 

As the 2 of you leave the pharmacy, Naoya comes from behind and grabs your wrist as he pulls you towards him, trapping you in his arms. He caught both you and Satoru by surprise. He watched from the shadows as you and Satoru walked into the pharmacy, staying quiet until you got out. 

“Are you done whoring yourself out? You haven't been home this past few days, I don't remember you being this inobedient. Come with me and I'll even forgive you for sleeping with him.” He was pulling you away and Satoru quickly stopped him.

Satoru punches him in the face, he stumbles and lets go of you. “Hey! Let go of her! Y/N broke up with you a long time ago.” You ran and hid behind Satoru. 

“You!!! I know you!! You're the one guy she kept talking about before! How dare you steal her away from me! Do you know who I am???”

“A whiny little bitch who can't accept that she left you? You never deserved her.”

“I've had her first! I bet you can't even make her cum.”

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. Leave her alone. She doesn't want to see you anymore.” 

Naoya was about to pounce on Satoru but someone had gotten him in a headlock. 

“Who the fuck??” Naoya panicked. 

“Boss!!” Your eyes widen as you see the coffee shop owner, Sakuna, easily pinning Naoya down. 

“What the fuck is going on here? You are disturbing my customers. Get lost before I make you disappear for good.” Sakuna taunts him. 

Naoya was clearly intimidated, eyeing down Sakuna’s tattoos, he could tell Sakuna is bad news. 

“Stop harassing my employee, don't ever show your face around her or I will have my ‘friends’ take care of you.” 

Sakuna finally lets go of Naoya, he stumbles again before running off. 

“Thanks boss… sorry about everything”

“Yeah yeah, I can't lose my most hard working employee to some loser who can't grow the fuck up.”

Satoru also thanked Sakuna for stepping in. You visited the coffee shop before going to the pet store, Surugu finally apologizing to you about all the trouble Satoru had caused. 

You finally went home after spending a long time at the pet store, Satoru was pouting since he thought you would stay home now that Naoya is no longer an issue. You were busy looking for something, Satoru was watching you from the couch, wondering what you were looking for. 

You finally found it, it was the blue ribbon with the bell, the one that you tied on Satoru's tail before. You picked it up and walked towards Satoru. 

“My kitty lost his collar, time to put it back on.”

what you guys think? should i do a part for after they live together or just leave it like this?

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[denimecho]

I've been having issues falling asleep for the past few days. Whenever I try, I end up lying awake for hours thinking about things I'd prefer not to. Recently, though, there's been something new that I don't know how to manage alone, yet I also don't much feel like talking to anyone in specific about it.

I know it isn't my style to make a post like this, but I figure if there's a chance it offers some relief, it's worth a try.

It's been... possibly 4 years now, I think, since I cut my parents out of my life. I have never regretted this decision. There's been many times that it's been hard, because the feelings involved are conflicting even when you're sure you're making the right decision. Logic and emotion don't always go hand in hand, after all, so while I've always known my decision to do this was entirely fair, I have, of course, felt guilt and despair, loneliness, nowhere to turn to when times are hard.

It's odd when I think about it. I've always known that there were no parents to turn to, even when we were still in contact, because those were not the kinds of people they were. Superficially, yes, my mom is capable of being warm. That's perhaps the most terrifying thing about her, that she can be so warm and so kind, yet also so ridiculously cruel that it's hard to fathom it's coming from the same person. Neither of them inspired the trust that would make one feel like there are "always people who love you that you can turn to", but even so, once it was official that we wouldn't talk again and their numbers were blocked, it felt a different kind of true for the first time.

I've often missed my mom, or "wanted my mom", but known it wasn't her, the person, that I missed, but rather the concept of a mom. I think what I really missed those times were, in the end, some kind of security; an unconditional love that one can trust to always be there. I believe I have people I can trust in this manner, but it's not always easy to stay believing, when I know as well that they were raised to think family is the bond you can truly trust. I have to believe something else is true, because otherwise there is no one to truly trust.

I've long since given up wondering how my parents justify it to themselves that they do not love me. I'm sure they believe they do, somehow. Fact still is that they've attempted to reconnect with their favourite child time and time again, yet never me. They don't even ask about me when they try to sway my brother to speak to them again, and when he tells me so, I say that I know. "I know, I'm not surprised, yeah classic them". I've known since I was a kid that I "wasn't what they hoped for" - what my mom hoped for, at least. My dad didn't hope for kids in the first place - and it no longer hurts that they feel nothing for me. I don't know what it feels like, but it doesn't hurt, I'd say. In fact, part of me is thankful that they find me disappointing because it means I couldn't fix their misery by reestablishing contact with them anyway. They're practically letting me go guilt free.

But... lately I can't sleep, because even though I logically always knew this was the case when I made my choice, it's only now that I truly understand that the next time I can expect to speak to one of my parents again is when one of them dies. I've considered myself pretty much orphaned since we cut contact, but I do know they are alive somewhere. Yet we will never see each other again. We will never resolve anything. We cannot, because even if they said everything I'd always wanted to hear, I will never trust them with myself, with the power they have over me. Now I think of their faces, their smiles when they were occasionally warm, their voices, and that they will die. And I will know nothing of what they were like in the end. I will never hear them speak again, and the day I finally do, it will be for that reason.

I'm not sure what to feel about this. I just can't sleep.

[violasghost]

The Exes and Oh’s of Chenford-The Rookie 7x06 Review

So, they went there! I wasn’t sure if they would. With past history, was kind of thinking it would be a tease and maybe there would be a kiss and then one of them would get cold feet and poof, we’d have to be tortured for a while longer. But guess now that they did cross that bridge, I’m kind of experiencing mixed emotions as a result.

On the one hand, Chenford is sizzling! I mean c’mon, everyone can see it. Hell, even my mom who is a casual viewer walked in the room when the gala scene was on and happened to notice Chenford and questioned off handedly when she saw them acting awkwardly around one another, ‘I thought they were a couple?’ in reference to Lucy and Tim.

And honestly, that said, Exes aside, they really do act like a couple, do they not? If a casual bystander were to observe them leaning in speaking to one another or intimately gazing across the room, they would likely assume they were an item or at the very minimum, very close. So, packing that little observation aside—we still have our purple elephant in the room. The thing they dare never to speak of the big reason for the breakup. Don’t know why its so taboo. I’m hoping this will be explored down the line, and the writers have not decided to gloss over everything and just treat them like two horny exes, since we still don’t have any answers as to really—why? (Other than, perhaps it may have brought it more ratings because it creates more drama and added bonus-drives the Chenford fans nuts.)

I think what frustrates me (and it’s not just this episode, this has been building slowly over time) and don't get me wrong, I did appreciate the many lovely intimate moments between Lucy and Tim and Melissa and Eric did not disappoint in the slightest (they did phenomenal with the material they were given), but the part that is missing, that has always been missing, is communication. They had a few opportunities to open up and maybe even dive a bit into the postmortem of their relationship. Like at the ‘Turn in your Ex’ booth. The writers could have easily cut out one of the many ‘grumpy Tim’ clips in lieu of one heartfelt admission from either Lucy or Tim about something they were feeling they felt short on when they were a couple, even if it was something funny/annoying about what they thought about the other. Then they get to the surveillance van, another close intimate moment—and another opportunity missed for some kind of personal admission of true feelings; and when Lucy is sipping the glass of wine at the Gala and they have a moment to kind of reflect and pause and still, nada about their personal feelings, and then lastly it’s the morning after and they both walk away awkwardly—yeah I get it was weird and they are both afraid to go there, but someone’s gotta crack (my money’s on Tim doing it first btw).

There were heaps and tons of longing looks, angst, all that. So much I almost wonder where was this Tim and Lucy in S6 when they were quarrelling all the time? S7E6 version of Tim and Lucy was flirty, sexy, and had chemistry off the charts (chemistry has never been their problem), but as far as talking about their feelings go, I’m sorry but Chenford gets a big fat ‘F’ from moia. There has been no improvement since their breakup and really no resolution or growth shown to prove they are ready for Chenford 2.0. (SPOLER CHAT: Wasn’t there an interview awhile ago from Eric saying Tim was doing the work and going to therapy or something?) Maybe that’s still coming up, but this really needs to be shown, and I think this needs to 100% be his focus if he ever wants to have a chance of getting back with Lucy. And honestly, I think our girl Lucy needs to own up to her feelings too and stop hiding behind what’s comfortable and safe and confront it head on. I still have hope for our star-crossed duo, but I think they have to get their sh*t together first. They can both pretend that they are focusing on their careers or whatever, but they both have some growing up to do emotionally and mentally if they ever want to be in a real adult partnership and relationship.

Taking a step back, I truthfully go back and forth on the better scenario, because although I do like the other characters, I’m sorry but Nolan and Bailey got married what less than a year ago and their romantic scenes are pretty much non-existent at this point, so perhaps allowing Lucy and Tim to play in the kiddie pool is a good thing, for now? I mean some of what they are doing appears pretty immature for where they were couple-wise, but they are getting a lot more action and screen time this way. I guess we as the Chenford-nation can’t always get everything we want. But we are getting lots of sexy time and angst. And when we want more, we just turn to fan fiction, right? 😉

For the other characters, my heart went out to Miles. He really did try his best to be honorable and be there for his girl. I hope he finds someone soon. Actually, I kind of saw a small spark between Miles and Celina, not sure if anyone else saw that but they might be kind of cute together, no?

I did like Nolan and Bailey having a rare fight. It was refreshing to see the perfect couple with flaws. Kinda feel for Nolan on that one though, but also Bailey since she was the one who had to deal with her psychopathic ex. I think Nolan was smothering her though, making her stay at Lucy’s place and all. It was her way of having her own power, so it was understandable. And yey-Jason’s dead, end of that storyline, so even better. Thanks Malvado!

I love Wesley and Angela but Wesley dude, needed to relax a bit about the detective, man Wesley was really obsessed with that guy. Yeah, he admitted he had sexual fantasies about Wesley’s wife but it was in the confidence of his therapist and Wesley has to trust Angela to know she wouldn’t act on it and Angela is totally capable of defending herself. Anyhow, stupid macho behavior IMO.

Looking forward to next week. Also really hope when Tim tells Nolan “Don’t screw up like I did with Lucy,” that maybe not right away but at some point, Nolan tells Tim back that, “It’s never too late.”

And just cause I couldn’t resist, leaving the below gif here too because Viva la Chenford! <3

[amber-jinx]

Starting out the original post I've stated that Arcane season 2 has its wins and should be celebrated for. Fortiche that's recommended more episodes shouldn't be dragged.

My bad for the Isha part then, wasn't obvious enough to piece that together, and it felt really abrupt having her introduced in a music video. Jinx and Vi's parents could very well be working in other jobs dealing with machinery and wearing the same hat. How easy is it for the audience to piece those together? They could've just shown how Isha broke free from the children's mine. The lack of run time can't be used as all excuses. Certain priorities have to be made for the audience to understand things smoothly.

Don't know how obvious the miner bit is, because that didn't occur to me at all. (And then people are gonna blame the audience for not understanding something. It's all going in circles-- how things are said vs how they're received, e.g. the dirt in your nails line, having cultural differences and different perspectives coming into play.)

Who's to say season 2 fanatics don't have confirmation biases? Just because they loved it so much, they dig for all the good and ignore valid criticisms, kinda showed through your reblogs. The whole point of my blog is simply to recognise both it's good and its flaws. If you want to defend the show against hate posts, go ahead. But that's not my intention here.

There are other valid points many and myself have made with the tag, so I don't think focusing on extremes is a good idea. The original post I made is to recognise the good and the bad of something, which is different from what you're trying to do. Arcane season 2 did not win best writing or awards related to that for a reason. It won't those Annie awards also for a reason. It's good to just recognise that, and move on.

You haven't seen ridiculous misunderstandings and nitpicking? You should see people slandering Rachel Amber from Life is Strange. People have been ignoring details and bashing on her for years, even after the fandom has died. As I mentioned in the first post, it's 2 sides of the same coin. Except I'm on the other side of it this time, but with valid points.

It seems that you're also lumping season 1 and 2 as a whole when talking about the awards. Season 1 won more in certain categories that season 2 wasn't nominated for. Best video game adaptation is not won by season 2. The argument that arcane has won every category possible isn't valid because we're talking about how season 2 has declined. Yes, Amanda has done well in certain areas, but has also inserted a lot of her own wishes into a sequel, breaking the continuity without any run time to break it's fall.

People are disappointed for a reason due to the lack of nuance and the great potential this show has as a sequel, not on its own. Have you seen some of the things Christian and Amanda has been saying? They don't make any sense. I suggest you read that linked post in detail (especially one of its replies to the comments -- with quotes on what Amanda's saying in interviews), to see different viewpoints.

At the end of the day, defend or criticise it, it's just a show. Riot is gonna do riot, and people are allowed their opinions. If you're sick of something, move on. Good day.

Seriously why are some people defending Arcane S2 like their life depended on it. The music was top tier, some parts were good, Fortiche has topped their game. Marvelous job by Fortiche. While acknowledging the good we also must acknowledge the bad just to be real and so Riot can improve upon their future seasons. Incoherent writers, shitty plot, so many loose ends, the lack of showtime, Cait? Caitvi? Vi??? All the random undeveloped characters (this did not happen in s1)? The discontinuation from season 1?? Using parallels just for the sake of it without much meaning? ...

This is like a flip side to defending Rachel Amber all over again... See both sides of the coin people 😪

[s-cxups]

rant ahead please ignore

i can't do this. it's all of my fault for getting attached. i feel guilty for ending all three friendships at once but none of these people know how i have been dealing with all these friendships not meeting my emotional needs. okay one of them i have had a feeling that we're not close so it doesn't hurt much because i already accepted it long ago.

but with both who call me their close friend? and one of them implying i am their best friend (at least i hope, otherwise i have been a fool since last few years). if you call someone special, doesn't it mean you are allowing them to have some expectations from you. not all, i am not crazy person who wants their time like a partner but .

it's not like i am not busy, i am busy too

[royalarchivist]

Pepito: It doesn't matter if you're not with me all the time, I'm gonna love you.

Quackity: Aw, I'm gonna love you too, son! 🥹 I'm sorry, come here! I love you son, I love you. I just want you to know that you're my greatest son ever. I wish you could've met Tilin, because Tilin was also a great- a great daughter of mine.

Quackity: Tilin is taking care of you and me from the sky.

It means a lot to me when characters choose to keep living, despite all the horrible things they've experienced, so here's a small tribute to choosing life in spite of suffering, and to two Eggs who made life so much better for q!Quackity and everyone on the Island. ❤️

[ashleyloob]

I went to an Oliver Tree concert and he was begging the crowd to open a mosh pit no less than 3 times and when a pit finally opened nobody knew what to do in it. this is what happens when you make music for bottoms

[sonknuxadow]

it just hit me that the movie is coming out next month imgonna throw upppppppp

[summerhavens]

the final season of wwdits being bad is probably the 5th worst thing to happen this year

[kikizoshi]

I feel like the best way to see the difference between the old Godos fandom and the new Godos fandom is to watch lemorgo's Bernadette animation, then watch Creantzy's. They're vastly different in ways that I feel reflect the fandom's change as a whole.

When lemorgo made theirs, there were a lot more of the Godos childhood origin fics. It was a time of Darke_Eco_Freak, Seven Sins to Hell (Seven Steps to Heaven), Rattus Rattus. It was Godos smoking on chilly rooftops and lounging around in old mansions. We used Goncharov and Pushkin.

And now we have new fics. We have Buckadeer, intense religious journeys, more psychological perspectives on Godos' relationship, and so, so many 'Nikolai kills Fyodor' fics. We have Creantzy's comics and Elis' analyses. We use Sigma and Fukuchi.

And while all of these changes could be written about and noticed in-depth, I feel that simply watching the two animatics side-to-side really encapsulates the changes in a way that words just never can.

[brightdeadthing]

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[skitskatdacat63]

The double-edged sword of enjoying Chicago and knowing basically all the songs by heart, but also can't stop crying every time I watch/listen to any of them bcs I can't stop thinking about how covid robbed me of getting the experience of ever performing it :(

[girlivealwaysbean]

real

[featherymainffins]

Ough I fucking hate holidays because it is my duty as a child to visit my parents and just take whatever the fuck happens to me.