#they still just *tolerate* each other

[asavt]

[ Reflection ] About yourself.

Was listening to Shunkan Sentimental by SCANDAL at like 10 p.m. and stayed up until 4 a.m. to work on this. I didn't finish it right away tho, I still had to sleep.

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[turtleofthehollow]

I need someone to write fanfiction of Lucifer and Alastor making a deal, but Luci botches the wording of the deal so bad that they end up married instead, and neither of them know how to break the deal, so they're just stuck like this until further notice

You can't tell me it wouldn't be in character for him!

UPDATE: It has been written! Check out the reblogs for the link!

[chappellrroan]

which ship dynamic are you?

[lazycranberrydoodles]

woe mundane monopoly headcanons be upon ye

follow for more of modern au hua cheng’s outfits

[princescar]

It's just-

Yasuke is SOOOOOOOOOO important to the overall plot and the themes of the series, to the point that he leaves behind a massive plothole in Different Mastermind AUs. It's just disheartening to see that people either don't know about him or significantly downplay his involvement.

His relationship with Junko, the core of Danganronpa, is so fucking amazing. The fact that he was one of the most important people to her, to the point that the only thing she's able to remember is how much she loves him, is such a refreshing take on her character when shes constantly portrayed as the evil force. That, even when she is the villain of dr0, we learn that she is capable of loving something other than despair.

His the only other peice we get of Junko's backstory that isn't from Mukuro (which has to be taken with a grain of salt since shes not telling full truths and was also in Fenrir for a good chunk). The sandcastle story gives us a look at a Junko who does something for the sake of another person, without planning on using them. He's probably the only character who's seen Junko grow up, who knows every step of her life. (Never specified when the met, just that he knew her when she went into elementary school (so prolly around 6yo). But Junko also lies that she was responsible for Matsuda's mom condition, and considering he is unsure to believe her implies that there is some plausibility, so who knows how long that was.)

ANYWAY

The fact that he is so ingrained into the two games is so UGH. Yasuke's the reason class 78 cant remember their past. Why Kyoko doesn't remember her talent. The foundation of the game is reliant on HIS research. And even the NWP, something he helped create, is how the second game is able to play out. (And possibly how Junko knew about it since she made AI Junko to be placed into it.) It's so important to the game that even drv3 had to incorporate it somehow into its games.

Just the amount of love she has for this fucker DRIVES ME CRAZY. To include parts of his life's research into her games, to use the same knife she killed him with to frame her biggest obstacles for her sister's death, to have fragments of your last days with him seeping out of your AI self (the notebook, and the two white noises during 2-6)??? UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

The fact, the fucking FACT, that he was the closest person to actually saving her?? Yasuke! Not Makoto, or hajime, or even her fucking twin. Mr."Shut the fuck up, old man".

But its also the point of no return for Junko. The minute Ryoko "died", all her goodness died. Yasuke could've easily agreed to Ryoko's pleas to forget about everything and go back to his lab. But he didn't. And that's where things were set.

He did so much for Junko, because he loved her.

[meerphanim]

World's Worst Sibling Relationship!! RAAAH!!!

+ Bonus version of the first art under Read More.

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Iykyk~

By the way, Happy Bunny's "for the wrong reason" is meant to be about people online mistaking Sweetypuss for Hot Topic's mascot when she's just an OC by Jim Benton lmaooo

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

it's crazy the way romantic longing drives you literally insane whether it's for someone specific or just the feeling of it itself like. i know my life's not a safe place for it right now but that doesn't stop me from wanting it so bad that i can feel my chest burning. idk maybe the longer you're without it, the more insane you go. it certainly feels that way. and substitutes for romantic intimacy and affection are truly nothing in comparison to another person in the room with you but i've only ever got any kind of "romantic" affection from people who i'd never want to be with in any lifetime, let alone this one. i truly understand why ppl kill themselves over this shit now like i know it doesn't solve everything or maybe anything, at least not forever and there's always the hopeful "there's someone out there for everyone" "it'll come to you eventually, even if you don't look for it" etc etc but that's not a fact especially for women who aren't exactly seen as attractive by men and i hate that i feel like i need a man to find me attractive whatsoever i hate that i need it at all because life would be so much more convenient if you didn't have to consider how hard it is to let people look at you, let alone SEE you how you want to be seen. i wish i could just make up someone who would love me unconditionally and be beautiful and wonderful and fun and bring them to life but nah you have to work for love and continue working even after you "achieve" it forever and it never ends because there's so many circumstances and factors and thinking about it makes me wanna kill myself truly i want to skin myself about it. i love romance i love the concept, i always have but the more i think about it ever being a part of my actual life, the more impossible it seems even if it isn't and idk how to cope with it when it's definitely still miles away, considering the point i'm at in my life. 26 and never been kissed by someone who genuinely wanted me bro what do you even do with that

[grymmdark]

they used to fucking hate each other now they're willing to chill a foot apart with no incentive

[monstersinthecosmos]

not for anything but friendly reminder that ~fandom discourse~ about where women belong (or people you perceive as women) is misogynistic as fuck. or what they're allowed to say, or what they're allowed to write about, or what they're allowed to enjoy.

next time you see someone having a tantrum and vaguing, especially if their posts from week to week completely contradict each other, perhaps analyze if the common denominator is "a gross woman said something and now i'm mad" without otherwise adhering to any actual principles.

[homochihuahua]

Jason : I can't fix him.

Jason : But I can sure as hell marry him and pull him away from the influence of his demanding father. Maybe then that would finally calm him, and I'm sure as fuck It will do wonders for his frayed self worth.

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[paragonrobits]

"why did Zuko's memories portray Azula Like That? Is he an unreliable narrator? do the authors hate younger sisters"

Azula was openly Ozai's favorite, and even at that age she had enough political savvy to know that she can functionally do no wrong; the only time anyone expresses any kind of open disapproval of her at all is when her mother tells her off or complains about it. A rich child of that age who is also the favored daughter of one of the most powerful men in the country (and as Iroh doesn't seem to have much interest in politicking at all, Ozai likely had more political power than Iroh ever did), she could get away with pretty much anything she felt like doing, and she knew it

the most significant factor being, in addition to that, that she is emulating everything Ozai says and does; even if she doesn't BELIEVE it herself (and based on her other statements and actions at times when she doesn't have anything to gain by toeing the party line, she probably does), that is still going to color her world view and personal decisions

so, assuming Zuko's memories ARE accurate (and the show doesn't really do unreliable narrator that much), its pretty clear why Azula is Like That. It's because she's the openly favored child of a notoriously violent and cruel tyrant, and already a pampered child of the most powerful family in a country that reveres power and ferocity above anything else, and she is actively imitating that violent and cruel tyrant.

Given that we have little reason to believe anyone ever disciplined her in any shape or form beyond Ozai expressing disapproval of her actions (and its quite possible he's never really done that either), her behavior isn't surprising at all; if anything she should be significantly worse.

[uwudonoodle]

Me and my partner figured out how to sync both of our headphones to my phone. Now we can listen to audiobooks together when we go to the gym. Currently reading The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern.

[evilestscientist]

nostalgia is crazy because I waited months to be with these people and now I can barely stand any of them

[sunstream7]

Bite Mark in the Shape of the Sunflower State- 2

>1000 words

Stars, stars, stars.

Who would've thought that in the modern era, no store sold glow in the dark stars?  Bookstores, department stores, even the local hobby shop. Absolutely nothing. Maybe the weird little fortune shop? If nothing else, a grifter might be selling knick knacks. 

The storefront was surprisingly bright and open, a far cry from the usual snake oil shops. And surprisingly few rocks. But most importantly, fully unattended. Wandering the aisles, Chiara took in the various Tchotchkes, trinkets, and occasional self help book (50% off, nice! Not that she’d buy it)

“Do you wanna change your luck?”

What.

The.

Fuck.

Chiara whipped around, and scanned the store, her eyes landed on the front counter, and on the, no longer empty, chair. Instead, there sat a child. For a few seconds, she thought it could be Del. They had the same pigtails and vaguely remembered yellow hair ties. Not enough freckles though. 

“Excuse me?”

“Do you wanna change your luck?”

The grin on the kid’s face was slightly endearing. Where were her parents though. Or any adult supervision? Chiara recalled spending many an afternoon when she and Cy would sit behind the counter of that bookstore, working on homework or people watching through the front windows. Cypress’ mom was always in a back room or somewhere in the aisles. That was probably the case here.

She had never been a spiritual type of gal. It just never really attracted her. She could understand the novelty of a palm reading or the allure of fate, but nothing ever seemed worth putting any thought into.

Then again, It had been a pretty shitty two months. And maybe a little stroke of luck would get her those glow in the dark stars. 

“Mm- Sure, kid. I would.”

The girl shot up in her seat, beaming as she leaned over the counter.

“Okay, five dollars please.”

Ah. About what she expected. It’s whatever. Rummaging through her wallet, Chiara finally asked the question that every storefront in a three block radius had heard that day.

“Do you guys have the little plastic glow stars?”

The girl pointed towards a shelf near the front- stickers, decals, and various other stationary. Not to imply that correlation equals causation, but that was pretty lucky. Leaving the five dollar bill on the counter, Chiara crossed the store and grabbed a pack. Perfect. 150 pieces! Even better!

As the kid finished ringing her up, Chiara turned to leave, only to be stopped by another question.

“You go to Saint Sara Belle.”

Was she about to get murdered? She wasn't in uniform, and had been in this city for eight whole days! How did this kid know who she was?!

“I do?”

“Cool! My name’s Cala”

If she answered, would her soul be bound in a pact with an archfey? Eh. Whatever. 

“Chiara. Nice to meet you”

A second attempt at leaving, once again thwarted.

“You’re nicer than the other girl that came in here, in your group. She’s mean.”

What, And she could not stress this enough, the fuck. That didn't narrow it down at all! There's two others! And they both seemed… alright. Well, as alright as someone in the problem child club could be, but still! How did she know about her?! Which of those cretins has been going around talking about her?!

“...Thanks? I think?”

And no reply. Slowly turning around, Chiara wasn’t interrupted again, and did her best to wave off the ‘see you again soon!’ as she slipped out the door, stars in hand.

What a weird kid. She knew of normal kid weirdness, having spent the greater part of a decade wrestling things out of Del’s mouth and hosing her off after tumbles in mud or dirt or any other thing she could get into, and she herself had been an awfully weird kid, but, to her knowledge, there were no psychic abilities in her family.

Yknow. If Cala could actually play with the strings of fate, more power to her. And if she couldn't, that was a REMARKABLY impressive grift.

Chiara opted to finish her little loop, exploring a whole new row of shops. The usual corner stores, an accessory shop, and most notably, a bakery. Pausing outside for a moment, she settled on heading inside. It had been the first school week of the year, at a brand new school in a brand new city. Del deserved a treat. She’d been taking this whole thing remarkably well- much better than expected. But a chocolate chip cookie wouldn't hurt.

What would hurt though, is seeing the bastard standing at the front counter, glaring like the painting he was looking at had personally killed his dog. 

Maybe she had changed her luck! and used it all up on some stars! Because how the fuck else was she supposed to explain being face to face with Pran?! Of all people?! You weren't even supposed to HAVE a job!! Can a bitch not just buy a chocolate chip cookie in peace?! 

No greeting, no customer service smile- which arguably would have been worse. The only reason she could tell her presence had been acknowledged was that his scowl wasn’t towards the painting, but her.

“Hi- uh… can i get a chocolate chip cookie?”

Nothing. At least he was consistent.

If the group meeting was bad, this was awful. Absolutely shooting daggers at her for an uncomfortably long time until someone else stepped in, and Pran all but sprinted into the back.

At least she got that godforsaken cookie. 

And she also got a request for another, because apparently, these were some of the best cookies Delilah had ever had. And could Chiara please take her to the bakery some time so they could try something else. 

Her luck definitely had changed. But somehow, in some near impossible way, it had gotten worse. 

At least the stars were up now, and she could have some nice scenery as she stewed on how much she hated this.

[pivsketch]

(sometime in between chip quitting his job to commit to wrestling 100% and the events of tagcen)

in a basil-less world, both of their lives would have had a slightly different trajectory. they wouldve been closer friends, maybe even have started a podcast together. lol

chip doesnt like taggart's deeply unserious aura, but they get along quite well when they actually have a conversation. unfortunately that happens less and less as time goes on. by the time chip's tagging with samson, he thinks hes too good to bother with talking to someone like taggart. and it doesnt help that samson doesnt particularly respect taggart either.

but yeah, as I said earlier they could've been better friends if basil wasn't around complicating things for the both of them. chip's jealousy and obsession towards basil is prime to ruin everything taggart has carefully worked for! oh no!