#they’re crazy and they do things to me so

[fairyhaos]

❖ kiss your heart // xu minghao

minghao x f!reader, 1.1k+ words

tags: established relationship, both xmh + yn are RICH rich, fluff, kissing, marriage/proposal talks, minghao is literally so in love omfg

warnings: pet names (angel, sweetheart)

notes: literally me rambling about rich + devoted minghao with absolutely no direction planned and i think it's super obvious HELPP but it does not matter !! ur honor i luv these 2 theyre so sassy smitten and it devastates me

“you’re actually the worst person i’ve ever met.”

you glare at your boyfriend as he gets out of the driver’s seat, walks around the front of the parked car and opens your door for you. he’s still smiling that faintly smug smile that’s been on his stupidly handsome face ever since you left the restaurant, and you hate it.

“sweetheart,” minghao says, taking hold of your hand and helping you out of the car, “it’s really no big deal.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. releasing minghao’s hand, you deposit your purse into his waiting palm and flounce away, across the car park and to the apartment building doors.

minghao struggles to hold back a laugh as he trails after you. “y/n. you’re not truly mad, are you?”

“of course i’m truly mad,” you huff. “you said i could pay for our date this time.” 

during the five years you’ve been dating minghao, he’s taken you on a whole variety of incredible dates. from the impromptu long weekend to paris to the days where you just go to the restaurant down the block for dinner, minghao has never failed to take care of you and always pays for your meal.

any other person would be flattered to have such a rich and devoted boyfriend. and really, you adore that about him, too.

but, well. you’re rich also. and sometimes, you want to be the one to dote on your boyfriend.

you punch in the building code unnecessarily hard and stomp through the automatic doors before minghao can catch up with you. from behind, you can hear him laughing, and it makes you whirl back around to look at him, pouting extravagantly.

“i don’t see why that’s so funny. you promised, hao,” you whine, and minghao just laughs again.

that night had been just a normal date night, nothing more than the two of you dressing up to go to that one upscale chinese place that you both love. and so, it seemed like the best day to finally start paying for your dates—if it was any big occasion, minghao would’ve definitely protested against the idea, insistent that he wanted to treat you on such a special day.

and at the time, it seemed like it would work.

minghao had smiled at you, adjusting the pearls around your neck, and agreed.

you’d felt ridiculously satisfied, excited at the fact that finally, you’d have a chance to pay for your boyfriend. but oh, how wrong you were.

“i’m sorry, angel,” minghao says now, brushing a finger over your cheek fondly before pressing the ‘up’ button for the elevator. “it just so happened that i’d already paid for our meal before we’d even got there. i didn’t want to burst your bubble by telling you so, but i guess that made it even worse, hm?”

you whine again in frustration. “hao, that’s not even a thing! you can’t pay for a meal in advance!”

“i can when i know exactly what we’re going to order,” minghao grins.

“what?! i swear, that must go against restaurant etiquette! that's actually crazy behaviour. i can't believe you did that."

the elevator arrives then, and minghao gestures for you to get in first. you do, still arguing with him over restaurant rules and whatnot. even as you do so, supposedly very upset over his behaviour, you still hold onto his arm and lean against him to take off your heels, and then pass them over to him once they’re off your aching feet.

minghao smiles amusedly, terribly smitten. 

“—going to get you back for that stunt one day, xu minghao,” you say, stabbing an accusing finger into his shoulder. “gonna book out the entire restaurant. no, wait, the entire street! we’re going to venice one day, and i’m going to close down a whole road for us only. just you wait.”

the elevator doors open with a ding, and he trails behind as you continue talking, dreaming up big plans on how to treat your boyfriend sometime in the future.

it’s devastatingly endearing. he knows it was maybe a tiny, tiny bit mean to advance-pay the bill tonight, but in his defence, he does that most nights anyway. plus, he likes seeing how pouty you get over it, knowing you're not actually upset, but still insisting you are because you can pay for your own meals, without minghao's card, thank you very much.

and you very much can—he hasn’t run the numbers in a while, but he’s pretty sure you’re richer than him right now—but he likes paying for you. likes taking care of you like this.

he inputs the keycode to the apartment, chuckling as you continue to rant.

“okay, alright,” he finally concedes, opening the door and letting you enter first, taking off your wool coat for you and hanging it up by the door. “in which case, how about a compromise? i pay for our ordinary dates like these, and you can pay for special occasions.”

your eyes light up at his words. “wait, really?”

minghao laughs. “yes, really.” he puts your purse on the dresser by the door, your shoes in the shoe cupboard and then takes off his own. “except for valentine’s day, white day, our anniversary, and your birthday. i’ll be paying for those.”

“what?” you complain. “hao, you’re leaving me with nothing!”

“you can pay for my birthday.”

“come on, that’s a given. i would do that anyway.”

you’re giving him those big, sad eyes again, and minghao can’t help but smile even wider. lord, you’re just so pretty and you love him so much and he’s never been more grateful for that because he loves you so much too.

“well,” he says, pretending to think, “we don’t have an engagement or wedding anniversary yet. so if those things ever happen… then maybe…”

your eyes widen, little sparkles appearing in your irises even as your entire face softens, gentle and hopeful. “you’re… you want to marry me?”

minghao can’t take this anymore. he walks over, takes your face in his hands and kisses you, once. and then again, deeper, softer, for good measure. just to get his point across.

“of course,” he murmurs against your lips when he pulls away. “i love you.”

you lean in and peck him on the lips once more. “i love you too,” you say, and then pull away so he can see the mischievous glint in your eyes. “hey. if i propose to you, then i’ll definitely get to pay for every engagement anniversary we have, right?”

minghao laughs, pulling you back into his embrace. “sure, sweetheart. that’s only if you propose to me first, however.”

“are you trying to start a proposal race, minghao?”

“maybe. will you join in, y/n?”

you laugh, looping your arms behind his neck and bringing his face close to yours again. “oh, it’s on.”

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[lexirosewrites]

Day 3: Love Confession

for @stmarchmm

When Eddie had initially confessed to his interest in Steve, Steve had appeared like he may faint or puke.

Or both.

Despite the obvious chemistry between them during the Upside-Down and their defeating Vecna together, Steve still hesitated.

Admittedly, that made Eddie panic a little bit too.

He’d been so sure that Steve returned his amorous feelings, but now it doesn’t feel quite so obvious.

“If I misread this completely, I can leave. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Stevie,” Eddie chokes out, heart in his throat.

That seems to snap Steve out of it.

“No! No, you didn’t. You read it correctly, I just—”

And then he pauses. A very long pause.

One where Eddie could fit a lot of words if he wasn’t trying so hard to kick his own habit of filling awkward spaces by rambling endlessly.

“But?” he’d finally prompts Steve.

“I don’t know if I’m actually capable of doing that again.”

That’s where Steve loses him.

“Doing… what again?”

Steve avoids his eyes, arms wrapping around his middle like he needs some extra protection. From what exactly, Eddie is unsure.

“Loving someone.”

Eddie knows about Nancy.

Steve had gotten incredibly wasted one night and cried on his shoulder until he fell asleep, sobbing about how hurt he’d been by the painful rejection.

As Nancy’s friend, he’d wanted to take a neutral stance.

As an alpha falling in love with Steve, he’d been furious and wanted to tear the world apart with rage.

The sweetest omega alive had poured his heart out to his alpha girlfriend and she’d rejected him, broken his spirit with her carelessness.

She may not have meant to do it, but Nancy changed Steve fundamentally.

So, “I love you,” Eddie states plainly.

No frills, no goofy gestures, no silly voices.

Just the facts. What Steve needs to hear.

“Eddie, you really don’t have to do th—”

Steve looks like he’s going to cry. Eddie won’t allow that. Never again, if he can help it.

“I love you,” he says again, louder. “I love you and there isn’t a single thing you can say to change that, sweetheart.”

Steve stares at him then, mouth partially agape in what appears to be shock.

Eddie takes pride in the fact that he can still manage to surprise him at all. Steve’s so used to his antics that nothing seems to phase him anymore.

“You— you don’t really mean that,” he protests softly.

Except. Yes, Eddie truly does.

“I do though. I mean it more than I’ve ever meant anything else in my entire life. I love you, Steve. I love you, even if you never love me. If you decide that there’s no room in your heart for an alpha like me, I will keep loving you. I’ve made up my mind already.”

The tiniest crack of a smile. Barely there.

Did he do it? Did Eddie finally do something right in this life— so right that the most perfect omega of his dreams might actually take a chance on him?

A chance on them.

A chance for what Eddie believes is definitely the best idea he’s ever had.

“So even if I tell you that I’ll spend every day with you terrified of how this relationship could ruin me again?”

The words are serious, but he can see the clear look of amusement in Steve’s eyes.

He’s trying to play cool and unaffected. A game of testing boundaries and Eddie’s determination.

The good news is that Eddie doesn’t have healthy boundaries anyway.

If Steve needs him to wake each morning and say, “I love you,” stop every hour and declare, “I love you,” and go to bed with an, “I love you,” on his lips, Eddie will make it happen.

He’s crazy, but he’s crazy in love too.

“I’m not afraid of loving you, Steve Harrington. Whatever you need from me, it’s yours. Patience, reassurance, blind loyalty and devotion— they’re all yours, baby. You couldn’t pay me to go away, even if you wanted to!”

Steve’s beautiful, beaming smile isn’t hiding any longer.

God, he loves Steve.

[hisfavegirl]

HOTD Characters When They Messed Up Your Pregnancy Cravings Ft Their Mother.

Pairing : Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon and Daemon Targaryen

Thanks To @zaldritzosrose For Letting Me Use Your Beautiful Dividers.

Aegon Targaryen.

Alicent stood frozen at the doorway, clutching her purse as she took in the chaos before her.

You were standing in the kitchen, furious, voice sharp, eyes blazing, while Aegon looked like a cornered animal, hands up in surrender.

“YOU GOT THE WRONG ICE CREAM, AEGON!” you yelled, waving the offending tub in the air like it was a personal betrayal. “I SAID STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE, NOT STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE—ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING WHEN I SPEAK?!”

Aegon flinched, looking helpless. “It’s the same thing!” he argued, only to immediately regret it as your eyes widened in pure, hormonal rage.

“OH, SO NOW I’M THE CRAZY ONE?!” you snapped, throwing your hands up. “DOES STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE SOUND LIKE STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE TO YOU?!”

That’s when Alicent cleared her throat loudly.

Aegon turned so fast he nearly tripped over himself. “Mother!” he exclaimed, like she had just descended from the heavens to save him. “Thank the gods.”

Alicent sighed deeply, rubbing her temple. Then, she fixed Aegon with a pointed look. “Aegon, you never mess up a pregnant woman’s cravings. Ever.”

You crossed your arms victoriously, glaring at him. “SEE? Even your mother agrees.”

Aegon groaned, grabbing his keys. “Fine! I’ll go back.”

As he stormed out, Alicent turned to you with a calm, knowing smile. “I remember these days well,” she said, voice warm. “Don’t worry, dear. I’ll make sure he never makes this mistake again.”

And true to her word, Aegon never dared to get the wrong craving again.

Aemond Targaryen.

Alicent stopped in her tracks the moment she stepped inside, eyes widening at the scene before her.

You stood in the kitchen, absolutely fuming, while Aemond looked half-exasperated, half-defeated, rubbing his temples like he was trying to solve the world’s greatest mystery.

“AEMOND, I SAID THE GREEN APPLES, NOT THE RED ONES! HOW HARD IS THAT?!” you practically shrieked, holding up the bag of offending fruit as if it personally insulted you.

Aemond sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “They’re apples. They taste the same.”

Bad. Move.

Your eyes narrowed dangerously. “They. DO. NOT. Taste. The. Same.”

Alicent, standing awkwardly in the doorway, closed her eyes for a brief moment, clearly having flashbacks to her own pregnancies. Then, with the patience of a saint, she stepped forward and placed a hand on Aemond’s shoulder.

“Aemond,” she said calmly but firmly. “Go back and get the right apples.”

Aemond groaned. “Mother, you can’t be serious.”

Alicent merely arched a brow. “Do you want to argue with a pregnant woman, or do you want peace?”

Aemond glared at you, then at the apples, then at the door. He exhaled sharply before grabbing his keys with a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Green apples. Gods help me.”

As he stomped out, you turned to Alicent, still grumbling under your breath.

She simply smiled knowingly. “I went through the same with his father,” she said, patting your arm. “Trust me, he’ll learn.”

Jacaerys Velaryon.

Rhaenyra had barely stepped through the door when she heard your furious voice echo through the house.

“JACE, I SWEAR TO THE SEVEN, IF YOU BRING ME THE WRONG ICE CREAM FLAVOR ONE MORE TIME—”

Jace stood in the kitchen, looking positively exhausted, holding a pint of ice cream that was clearly not what you had asked for. “But love, they didn’t have the exact brand you wanted, so I got the closest thing—”

“THE CLOSEST THING IS NOT THE SAME, JACAERYS!” You dramatically flopped onto the couch, arms crossed over your swollen belly, your glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

That’s when Rhaenyra cleared her throat, her eyebrows raised in amusement. “What in the Seven Hells is going on?”

Jace turned to her like a drowning man grasping for help. “Mother, tell her all chocolate ice cream tastes the same!”

Rhaenyra immediately put a hand on her hip, her expression turning serious. “Jace, have you learned nothing?”

Jace blinked. “Wait, what?”

Rhaenyra sighed, walking over and sitting beside you, taking your hand like a true queen comforting her subject. “When a woman is pregnant, what she craves is law. If she says one brand of chocolate ice cream is different, then it is different.”

Jace groaned, running a hand down his face. “But they didn’t have it!”

Rhaenyra simply shrugged. “Then you go to another store, Jace.”

Jace gaped at her. “Another store? Mother, do you know how many places I’ve already checked—”

Rhaenyra gave him a pointed look. “Did I stutter?”

Jace sighed dramatically, throwing his head back before grabbing his keys. “Fine! I’ll find the damn ice cream.”

You huffed, still pouting, as Rhaenyra gave you a small smirk. “Men never learn, do they?”

Daemon Targaryen.

Alyssa had seen many battles in her lifetime, but nothing could have prepared her for the war zone that was your living room.

“DAEMON, I SWEAR TO THE GODS, IF YOU BRING ME ONE MORE WRONG MEAL, I’M THROWING YOU OUT WITH THE TRASH!”

Daemon stood by the kitchen counter, looking utterly lost and betrayed, holding a takeout bag like it was evidence of his crime. “It’s the same dish you asked for, just from a different place!”

You dramatically pointed at the bag. “I TOLD YOU I WANTED IT FROM THAT ONE SPECIFIC PLACE! THE ONE THAT SEASONED IT PERFECTLY! DO YOU WANT ME TO STARVE, DAEMON?!”

That’s when Alyssa swept into the room, her piercing gaze scanning the chaos. “What is going on here?”

Daemon turned to his mother, looking desperate. “She’s threatening to throw me out over food!”

Alyssa’s silver brows lifted, and she calmly turned to you, taking in your furious expression, your hand protectively resting on your belly.

Then she looked back at Daemon. “Did you bring her the wrong food?”

Daemon scoffed, gesturing to the bag. “It’s the same dish, Mother! Just from a different place!”

Alyssa sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. “Daemon, you are a grown man, yet you have the common sense of a drunk squire.”

Daemon gaped. “What?! Not you too!”

Alyssa stepped toward him, her voice carrying the weight of absolute authority. “When a pregnant woman makes a request, you fulfill it to the letter. If she wants it from that one specific place, you ride there yourself if you must. Do you understand?”

Daemon scowled, shifting uncomfortably. “Ride there myself? Mother, that place is across the city—”

Alyssa narrowed her eyes. “Did I ask for excuses?”

Daemon clenched his jaw, looking between you and his mother before groaning dramatically, grabbing his cloak. “Fine! I’ll get the damn food.”

As he stormed toward the door, Alyssa turned to you with a knowing smirk. “Men truly are fools, aren’t they?”

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[tsunodaradio]

not what it looks like ⛐ 𝐆𝐑𝟔𝟑

george has a soft spot for you. (or: the one where the media goes crazy because george is... snacking?)

ꔮ starring: george russell x girlfriend!reader. ꔮ word count: 0.6k. ꔮ includes: fluff, romance. mentions of food. established relationship. ꔮ commentary box: i suppose this is a thing now </3 part of my soft spot mini-series! inspired by george in this video. 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It’s been a while since the paddock has been this intrigued. 

A rather big feat, considering the nature of the sport. F1 thrived on drama and excitement, preyed on moments of humanity and weakness. Today, though, it’s not anything on-track that has everyone buzzing. 

No. It’s just— George Russell with a bag of chips. 

Cameras click away. Reporters rush to pull up receipts. They’re all thinking of an interview from way back, where the driver had answered a slambook question of What’s your top three snacks? In typical George fashion. 

I’ll go with fruit, he had declared. I’m an athlete. I don’t snack on chocolate, no. Like… would an athlete snack on chocolate? 

No one had bat an eye, then, because of course the Briton would say something along those lines. Today, though, the clickbait headlines write themselves. 

George is snacking. Not only on chips, an eagle-eyed journo notes. He’s got a whole plastic bag in hand, presumably from the 7-Eleven down the road. 

Kimi is understandably confused when a reporter tries to interview him about it. 

“It’s just a snack, no?” the rookie stammers. “Are we— are the Pringles banned on the track?” 

George is unsurprisingly questioned as well. It comes as he’s heading out of the garage home; some nosy columnist calling out, “Russell! Bit hypocritical, innit?” 

The driver doesn’t stop walking, forcing the media personnel to keep up with his quick pace. He’s mastered the art of keeping his expression checked, so his expression is mostly neutral— dry, even— as he responds. 

“What is it this time?” George huffs. 

In his head, he’s already running through the day’s practice session. Did he make some comment on the radio? Was it something about track limits? Or—

“You’ve got crisps,” a journalist accuses, “and chocolate.” 

It’s so stupid. So unbelievably minor in the grand scheme of the impending race weekend. If he hadn’t been caught so off-guard, George might have sniped at the reporters to try and ask better questions. Surely there was something more interesting than his grocery list. 

George is jolted, though. Enough to falter in his steps and stare incredulously at the wolf pack of journalists, all clamoring for a soundbite. 

He ends up giving them one. “It’s—” He breathes a disbelieving laugh. “It’s not what it looks like.” 

The surrounding reporters erupt into a flurry of pointless follow-ups. “What happened to your body being a temple, George?” “Bit of a cheat day, innit?” “How do you like your chocolate? Dark, milk, white?” 

Another laugh bubbles out of George. He ignores all the questions and heads for his car, already weaving the story in his mind.

That’s why the tale is just a little bit dramatized, by the time he gets to you. He had an entire ride to come up with it after all. 

“They were brutal out there,” he bemoans as he tosses the offending plastic bag of goods onto the coffee table. “Calling me a hypocrite. Claiming that I’m not an athlete because I was caught with this!” 

You let out a sound between a scoff and a giggle. It doesn’t matter which, really, when the underlying affection is all the same. 

“My poor baby,” you coo, “and the lengths you go through for little ol’ me.” 

George plops down on to the couch as you lean over to survey his purchases. It’s everything you would’ve asked for; all your cravings that you’ve been too busy to indulge. 

Your boyfriend pulls your legs on to his lap. Absent-mindedly, he rubs circles into your ankle as you happily tear open one of the chocolate bars. 

“The lengths I go through,” he repeats, aiming to sound annoyed and valiant. Instead, he comes off as smitten. Whipped. 

George still doesn’t like to eat much chocolate. 

He gets his fair share of it whenever you lean in to kiss him, your lips sweet as the guilty pleasure that you liked to indulge. 

“Thank you,” you murmur against his mouth, and he hums in response before going in for another kiss. 

Just for a taste, he swears. ⛐

[writeriguess]

Crazy idea for request but the gears are turning in my brain please bare with me! What if Dabi never became a villain and instead he’s just a loser bf who lives with his dad at age 22. You’re endeavors brand new 20 year old rookie sidekick and you and Dabi have fallen madly in love and are dating (which endeavor is mad at Dabi for) and somewhere in the midst of your relationship Hawks joins you two every so often to have insane threesomes.

Well Denki thinks you’re totally hot and when he learns that you live at Shoto’s house he convinces him to let him in on the Friday night sleepover with him, Midoryia and Iida. While they’re over it just so happened to be a threesome night and when they all go to Dabi’s room to ask for an extra game controller they basically walk in on the three of you. Idk I feel like Denki’s reaction would be absolutely hilarious

The Loser

The Todoroki estate is huge, almost too big for a family that barely acts like one, and honestly? You’re still getting used to the sheer size of the place. But it has its perks—like a surprisingly cozy bedroom you practically live in now, since your boyfriend is a loser who still lives with his dad at twenty-two.

Said loser, Dabi, is currently sprawled on his bed, lazily flicking through his phone while Hawks—yes, the pro hero Hawks—leans against the headboard, shirtless and stretching his wings. You’re somewhere between them, already half undressed because, well, it’s Friday.

Friday means three things: Shoto’s sleepover with his dorky friends, Endeavor avoiding Dabi at all costs, and your regularly scheduled debauchery with your two boyfriends.

“You gonna keep staring at me or what?” Dabi drawls, locking eyes with you before a slow smirk spreads across his lips. “C’mon, baby. Don’t get all shy now.”

“You’re an idiot,” you mutter, crawling closer to him.

Hawks laughs, tossing an arm over your waist and pulling you closer. “And yet, you love him.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes, but there’s no real bite to it. You do love him, even if he’s a deadbeat who refuses to move out of his dad’s house. Even if he and Hawks constantly corrupt you in ways that would make Endeavor combust if he ever found out.

The moment starts to heat up—Dabi’s hands roam lower, Hawks’ lips graze against your neck—but then there’s a knock at the door. A loud one.

“Dabi! Do you have an extra controller?!”

Your blood runs cold.

Dabi groans against your skin. “Fuckin’ hell—”

Before any of you can react, the door swings open, and in walk four unsuspecting idiots: Midoriya, Iida, Shoto, and worst of all—Denki Kaminari.

There’s a beat of silence.

And then—

“OH MY FUCKING GOD.”

Denki’s scream is so loud it could probably shatter glass. Midoriya, poor innocent Midoriya, looks like he’s about to pass out. Iida’s glasses slide down his nose as his face turns bright red. And Shoto—Shoto just blinks, unimpressed as if he’s seen this coming all along.

Dabi doesn’t even bother covering up, just sighs dramatically and sits up. “Jesus. What’s the matter, Sparky?”

“What’s the—WHAT’S THE MATTER?! DUDE! WHAT—WHO—WHY IS HAWKS HERE?!”

Hawks, being the menace he is, just grins and gives a lazy wave. “Yo.”

Denki’s brain short-circuits. He physically stumbles back, pointing aggressively between you, Dabi, and Hawks. “You—You’re dating Dabi?! And Hawks?! And—you—” He turns to Shoto, betrayal clear on his face. “YOU KNEW?!”

Shoto shrugs. “I assumed.”

Denki looks like he’s about to collapse. “I need to sit down. I need—” He glances around before recoiling in horror. “NOT HERE. NOT—OH MY GOD.”

Midoriya is still buffering, eyes darting between everyone, while Iida is frantically adjusting his tie, clearly trying to maintain some sense of decorum. “This—this is highly inappropriate!” he stammers. “And a breach of—of privacy!”

Hawks just chuckles, completely unbothered. “Well, you’re the ones who barged in. That’s on you, champ.”

Denki groans, burying his face in his hands. “This is not how I wanted to find out you have a boyfriend. Two boyfriends.” He peeks through his fingers. “How the hell did you bag TWO?”

Dabi snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “Jealous?”

Denki glares at him. “YES.”

Midoriya finally finds his voice, albeit weakly. “This…this is a lot to process.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Denki snaps. “I just walked in on—on—” He gestures wildly. “I need bleach. For my brain.”

Shoto sighs and turns to you. “I assume you’ll be staying here tonight?”

You nod, trying not to die of secondhand embarrassment. “Uh… yeah.”

“Figured.” He turns to Denki, Iida, and Midoriya. “We should go.”

Denki opens his mouth like he wants to argue, but then his eyes flicker back to Hawks, who’s now very obviously smirking at him, and he promptly shuts up.

“I need therapy,” he mutters as Shoto drags him out.

Iida follows, muttering something about filing a formal complaint, while Midoriya just gives you a polite, if dazed, nod before stumbling after them.

As soon as the door clicks shut, silence falls over the room before Dabi throws his head back and laughs. “That was fucking gold.”

Hawks shakes his head, amused. “Think we traumatized the kid?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you groan, covering your face.

Dabi just smirks and pulls you back down onto the bed. “Well, that’s their problem. Now, where were we?”

[astrstqr]

ALSO i would like to add if yall are tired of seeing loa bloggers post stuff like “you’re already there” “you already shifted” etc etc bro you literally can block the shit from your own timeline. you can block the person instead of going on rant after rant about them.

then saying that they’re sending their “cult followers” to harass other is people is ridiculous. yall forgot mfs got they own minds and opinions about shit? and never once have i seen emma tell anyone to go harass you (@/shiftingwithmars) or any of your little friends.

i scrolled down your profile and you barely getting any interactions from anyone about this looney toon ass drama. it’s really is giving fanned out behavior and jealousy.

it’s like yall completely missing the point of what loa bloggers are trying to say just be dumb and ignorant. like okkkk we get it ain’t working for yall, how about instead of complaining about about the shit go find something that WILL work for you.

everyone is entitled to their own opinion, that’s a fact. it’s not emma’s fault that everyone else is disagreeing with yo opinion and what you saying about her. lmaoo.

and i never ever seen someone tell another individual to stop having a “god complex” while literally feeding into to the shit by saying, “You sit there on your grand and mighty throne and don't give a shit to what happens to people on the lower levels.”

…what kind of backwards shit is that?

and the reason why loa and shifting bloggers are saying the same “boring” stuff over and over because that’s literally it. there isn’t anything new.

and no one has ever said that their method “full proof” or “it’s the only you’ll shift” every post i have seen since being on shiftblr has explicitly stated, “take what resonated and leave what doesn’t”, “my method might not work for you but you’re open to try it” etc.

folls are just tryna share their own advice, methods, etc to help guide other people to be successful in shifting and manifestation.

YOU LITERALLY ARE CREATING YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE, if what emma and whoever else advice isn’t working then okay that’s fine. don’t get on to them just bc your not successful in what ever you’re trying to accomplish when you used their advice.

and i think you’re literally missing the whole point with “loa and shifting is the same thing” discourse.

loa = law of attraction/assumption. when you are trying to shift you use manifestation/loa. for example when you’re attempting to shift you might say, “i am shifting to my dr”, “shifting comes easy for me”, “i am already in my dr” etc etc.

THATS LITERALLY MANIFESTING/LOA like????? it’s not that hard to understand.

again if someone believes that if they don’t do their nightly routine they’re not gonna shift…guess what they might not fucking shift.

if someone believes that if they stay perfectly still while attempting to shift…guess what they might shift.

it’s all about your mindset and what YOU believe. that’s a fact. you are your own worst enemy. NOT random people on the internet.

now rest of ts im not gonna speak on because personally that is not my place but emma’s to speak on that. and i think she did a wonderful job by doing so.

though i would like to say, yo ass is literally reading to deep into shit that has nothing to do with you. IF THE PERSON WHO ASKED FOR THE ADVICE OR WHO EVER SHE RESPONDS TO DONT HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT NEITHER SHOULD YOU.

fighting a battle that wasn’t even started is crazy and delusional. hell even then i’m sure whoever it is can defend for themselves, they don’t need you to play hero for them. you just want a reason to be mad. all of this is so random and embarrassing.

did you see the post with shiftingonmars ranting you?? and most of her posts are never even about shifting?? she says she has been unmotivated to shift for so long and when someone tries to motivate her she goes off on them

some things:

i never called anyone out or sicced people on them. loa and shifting the same thing, and if that offends you, i don’t know, go argue with a wall. people could’ve dm'ed me, but instead, they made a whole broadway production about it. i hope the standing ovation was worth it. also, most of the things there were just lies. so. please reference stuff. besides shiftingwithmars has been hating on me for the last month, i'm not surprised dlorjeurhfehro

ok. and im sorry, but it's funny. like genuinely. wait no it's actually heartbreaking UHM. people call me entitledbla bla bla, but i’ve put in like.......hours of work. more, actually. a thousand asks, hundreds of posts, my own safety (cause i got doxxed hi ). and for what??

if my posts disturb your delicate sensibilities so much, there’s a wonderful, magical, life-changing feature called blocking. highly recommend.

idk what to say anymore even because something that i wanted to do for the sake of fun and sharing my journey has......literally turned into a waking nightmare. pls leave me alone lol !!!!!!!!

[hifugoro]

Random thought that I haven’t shared because it’s technically a spoiler for the fic I’ve been working on but it’s also been driving me crazy me for weeks so I’m airing it out. I don’t think enough people utilize akechi and harus parallels. But I also think that comes as a consequence of not thinking too hard about akechi’s relationship with shido. Like. One of the saddest things about akechi to me personally is that there *is* still a part of him, a very small one, that cares for shido in some way. So small I don’t even think he notices that it’s there until his own cognition throws it in his face

So with that in mind, picture this: You are Goro Akechi. You, obviously, hate your father with everything in you. Now picture that through the grapevine, you hear about Kunikazu Okumura’s shady dealings, the way he treats his workers, and the fact that he arranged a business marriage for his daughter in this day and age. Remind you of someone? Then, you’re ordered to kill him. Guilt has never stopped you from doing your job, nor do you think you’d even feel guilty about this one. You do, however, feel bad about orphaning the girl. You probably see her in person a few times while you’re gathering information on him. She looks so sad. Remind you of someone? Now, you think, “well if this is how her life is, she probably won’t grieve him all that much” because you don’t think you’d mourn your father if he suddenly dropped dead on live TV. In fact, you know you wouldn’t. In fact, you’d probably thank whoever did it if it didn’t interfere with your super secret revenge plot. Then, you kill him. And, genuine shocker, she’s heartbroken. Well? Now what?

I think her grief would disgust him a little bit on top of flat out confusing him at first. I don’t think it even crossed his mind that she would feel that way about it. He might’ve even seen it as doing her a favor. And then after the engine room when he realizes that the aforementioned small part of him exists, and that if shido was the one who died he’d probably mourn a little too (not nearly as much as she did, but I probably don’t need to clarify that), he’d probably be even more disgusted. You could even argue that talking to her would unnerve him more than it would unnerve her if you really wanted to. Because they’re similar in the worst way they could possibly be in his eyes. Because there’s a part of both of them that cares for their fathers despite everything. Don’t you hate that

[miffysoo]

super long rant incoming for lads (if you read this i love you to pieces, if not i still love you to pieces): im not always the biggest fan of the reincarnation/past lover trope (which is ironic bc that’s literally the entire foundation of lads lore LMAO) because sometimes it feels like the LI’s are in love with the idea of us seeing as mc in the storyline is the past version of their beloved. i just can’t help but think, like are they actually in love with MC? or are they in love with some other version of her and that’s the only reason they’re drawn to her? it almost feels like they’re projecting who they THINK she is when she’s no longer the same person at all in this current timeline & lifetime.

it almost makes it feel like current mc is “the other woman” in some sense, even though that’s a bit illogical because the past version of her is literally her but so much time has passed, things change, people change, and mc is a completely different person than who she was in their past lives. bc truly, the only one who i feel like truly loves her present day for who she is, is caleb. i would argue zayne to an extent too because he technically doesn’t have any memories whatsoever of his past lives so him and MC falling in love feels like it’s happening for the first time again, it’s a blank slate.

and not to say that the boys can’t grow to love who she is without painting her as her past version, but a part of it feels ingenuine sometimes to me. bc although she shares the same face, the same body, arguably the same soul as her past self, seeing as it’s again, literally her SELF, at the core of it, she’s not actually HER anymore. she’s someone completely different. so sometimes it feels super bittersweet & the lines get blurred. i have a love hate relationship w some of the lads lore for these reasons.

so sorry for the fatass post, but the lore & past life concept in the game always makes me feel hesitant to truly immerse myself into the game (i don’t even actually play the game, everything ik and have seen are from youtube clips that people have uploaded for all the myths, memories, and the overall storyline). this isn’t to say i don’t look forward to new updates and such, i love love lads. but like whenever i indulge in fanfic, especially as a chronic reader of ‘x reader’ fics, i have to separate reader from being MC, which is why i always stray towards non!mc reader bc there’s no tangible lore and past lives/reincarnations attached to a nonmc! reader. at least not to the same extent as the og MC depending on how much the author diverges from canon and just basic background context for reader. but overall imo, non!mc reader just doesn’t carry the same heavy implications of the boys’ true feelings when it’s the actual MC vs a non!mc reader if any of that connected 😔

similarly why i also love iseki/transmigration fics as well; basically any concept where the reader is NOT the mc. bc just like in iseki fics, the boys don’t have the same attachments & feelings towards reader as they do MC. it just feels more sincere imo, idk.

i wonder if im just crazy and have too much time to think & talk to myself about this, or if other players/readers feel the same way. bc ik the whole point of an otome game is that WE are the MC. but ive just never been able to fully immerse myself like that, i see MC as a completely separate character, almost like an OC sometimes. like i just can’t connect or fully enjoy any fanfic with MC being the “reader”. i view MC and reader to be two different people if that makes sense.

and again, im completely aware that as the storyline continues, the boys have obviously shown to care and have deep affectionate feelings (love is a bit too ambiguous imo to truly label that as what they feel for mc) for current mc and its probably only going to strengthen as the story moves forth. but my mind still spirals and thinks about all the “what-ifs” and semantics of reincarnation and past lives. i wish i didn’t think this way, the game and concept of it would probably be more enjoyable all around for me, but i apparently hate myself to think too light heartedly, even for a fictional game/story 😭

truly tho, it’s never that serious, i just had to get that off my chest bc i really don’t know if any other (not sane) person felt this ardent & torn about this as i do, which is a little silly honestly but here we are LMAO 🧍‍♀️ but in the end, there’s something for everyone here in the world of fanfic & delusions! 🫶🏼🫧

[sapphiresaphics]

Severance: my best guess.

This will contain spoilers from season 1 to season 2 Episode 7.

I’ve not tried to do any theory crafting for Severance yet, so I’m gonna try now based on all the available information we have.

So the Eagan family is a bit of a cult. It started in the late 1800’s with a guy who worked in an Ether factory. Ether is used by doctors as an anesthetic and is primarily used in surgeries. Ether can also cause hallucinations and distorted thinking.

Which brings me to Kier Eagan and his 4 tempers and his 9 principals. Kier supposedly conquered the 4 tempers (Woe, Frolic, Dread, and Malice). These would be emotions that he feels were detrimental to life. And he created the 9 principals (Vision, Verve, Wit, Cheer, Humility, Benevolence, Nimbleness, Probity, Wiles) as emotional virtues that he cherished.

It would not surprise me that this old man working in an ether factory frequently had hallucinations and visions and wrote down his stories as a distorted Bible of sorts. “These are the things that hold you back, these are the things that make you strong” sort of thing. And because this was a business and he was the CEO (a crazy CEO but a CEO nevertheless) these principals and tenants were passed down through the generations.

And for our immediate purposes it seems to have worked. The Lumon company grew from a small Ether factory that made topical salves, to a giant tech company that has their hands in many pies all over the world. Kinda like how Google went from an internet search browser to basically owning everything we interact with today.

And over the years that cult like devotion to Keir Eagan and his mantras has resulted in the corporation of Lumon wanting to impose Keri’s wisdom and will on the rest of humanity, as most religions often want to do.

Fast forward and they’ve developed a technology that can separate your consciousness into two beings. Memories for each consciousness only exist for that consciousness and cannot transfer over to the other. The severance procedure.

This procedure allows people to go to work, but never actually deal with work because their innie is the one doing all the unpleasant tasks for them. Great on the surface, but there’s a twist. That other consciousness of yours that is created… well it’s another person. With its own wants and dreams and desires. And as this procedure is being tested Lumon discovers that these innies are increasingly resistant to having their entire lives be reduced to working forever until they die.

So Lumon has a problem. I believe they think the reason these innies are so unhappy is because they have the 4 tempers in them. It’s not because they’re people with wants and dreams, it’s because they also have Woe, Frolic, Dread, and Malice in them. That’s why the innies keep fighting back.

Stepping back for a minute we are also aware that Lumon raises kids through various programs. Harmony Cobel was raised through some sort of “girls for Lumon” program. As most likely was Milchek and Miss Wong. And these programs seem to focus heavily on removing emotion from your essence. Cobel was praying to keep her emotions under control, Milchek was practicing in a mirror to adhere to Lumon’s desires for him. And Wong can’t graduate from her fellowship until she is deemed worthy.

I think what the Macro Data Refiners are doing is finding these components and providing data for the severance chips to suppress these emotions. To ensure that they aren’t being preferable to any of the data, it’s all sent to them encoded and jumbled up. But some numbers “feel” a certain way. And the MDR members are able to basically sense these emotions and bin them. “You feel the hurt down there too, you just don’t know what it is.”

Remember this is a corporation and they are pushing a product they want everyone in the world to get. So if the goal of this product is to push the idea that you can get this medial procedure and then ever again have to experience anything negative ever, they need to ensure that when outies return to consciousness that no negative side effects linger.

And Gemma is their test subject for this procedure. They are using her by placing her into various different stressful environments and situations, adjusting the chips, and seeing when she comes out of them if she feels or recalls anything negative.

I don’t know if the point of the chips will be to control the innies as well, removing all will to resist or something along those lines. They’ve shown surprisingly little care into the lives of the innies. But they do seem to at least be aware that controlling the innies is a problem. That’s why they lean so heavily on the cult stuff. That’s why they isolate departments and keep everyone fearful of one another.

I think that’s also why Bert is different. He seems to RELISH in the vices. A “scoundrel” as he calls himself. He seems to believe that innies deserve to experience pleasure. He is the snake to Lumon’s garden of Eden if you will. Since he’s a partner with Lumon, it’s possible that he views the innies as a source of allowing people to express those carnal desires and thoughts free from the guilt of having them as an outie.

And we’ve seen at least with the waffle party that Lumon has this belief in mastering and overcoming those same vices and pleasures. Why else would the waffle party have the 4 tempers dancing erotically while the “founder” sits in the bed and does nothing, whip in hand ready to strike if they rustle their emotions?

So this is Lumon’s pitch to the world. Imagine you never have to worry about doing anything negative you don’t want ever again. Get this wonderful medical procedure and you’ll be able to, at the push of a button, skip over your entire work day and just come home refreshed and happy to continue to live your life. If you want to have a baby and don’t want to deal with the pain of childbirth, just use the severance chip to skip over that! Don’t want to do a boring repetitive task like writing Christmas thank you notes? Don’t want to fly on an airplane? Don’t want to go to the dentist? Just use our chip and skip over that moment and get on with your life.

And of course this has extreemly dangerous implications for the rest of the world. What if you want to go to war but don’t want to deal with the fear of dying? What if you want an army of people who can perform manual labor all day without rest? What if you want to have sex but don’t want the shame or fear you might have a kid? Any Vice or fear or labor you need… Severance will be there to take care of it.

And for Lumon’s part… well that’s potentially even more sinister. We don’t know what their goal is, but good god can you imagine if Google had access to your brain and at a moment’s notice they could just switch you off??? We’ve seen that the Overtime Contingency works outside of the Lumon building. Giving a CULT access to EVERYONE in the world that they can manipulate at any time would be… horrific.

“They will all be Kier’s children”

So I think that’s the plan. Perfect this technology so they can market it as a way to bypass your negative feelings, but it’s a Trojan horse. You’re actually surrendering your will and personhood to this cult. A cult who can use you to do anything they want. Make anything they need. Do any task they want. And you’d never know it, because you’re no longer the outie.

Fucking TERRIFYING.

[heybrownieboy]

CHAPTER III: YOU’RE GONNA SPEAK IT INTO EXISTENCE

POV: 2nd Person.

— Word Count: 1.2K+

Author’s Note: I am so sorry for such a late update :(

ACHOO! 

You groaned as you pulled your face out of the elbow you just sneezed into. 

“Someone’s talking about me,” you stated. 

Across from you, Nicholas chuckled. The two of you currently sat at one of the tables in JYP U’s cafeteria. Luckily, you were able to snag one of the window seats. The massive windows almost reached floor to ceiling and looked out onto the university’s beautiful main courtyard. It bustled with activity as students and staff made their way through. Others were sitting on the edge of the giant, three tier marble fountain that was directly in the middle of the courtyard talking amongst one another.

“You sure you aren’t just catching a cold?” he asked. “Or is this another one of your psychic intuition moments?” 

“It better be my intuition,” you grumbled, grabbing up your chopsticks. “I really don’t feel like nursing a cold right now.” 

“Okay let’s say someone is talking about you,” Nicholas offered. “I personally think it’s because they overheard you threatening someone with holy water in the chem lab bathroom at nine in the morning. They’re telling their friends how crazy you are.” 

You rolled you eyes at him. “The only reason I had to even mention holy water is because the thing didn’t want to leave!” you protested. “It literally was just staring at us from the vent. And then it got angry when I actually pulled out the vile. You felt how hot it got in there.” 

“It felt like we were standing on top of a fucking furnace,” Nicholas agreed as he began cutting into his mushroom, spinach, cheese omelette. “Was this one pointy?” 

You arched an eyebrow at his question. “Pointy?” you asked, a little amused. 

“Every time you’ve drawn one of those things, they’ve been pointy.” 

“Not really? To be honest this one was kind of just a black blob and eyes.” 

“How many eyes?” Nicholas asked. 

“Three.” 

“Why do they always have three eyes?!”

“God only knows,” you said with a shrug. “Cause they definitely aren’t enlightened.” 

You stuffed some rice into your mouth and hummed in content. To you, there was nothing better than a traditional breakfast on a cold day. You tray was filled with some of you favorites— grilled mackerel, rice, miso soup and tamagoyaki. You had gotten hot green tea with honey as your drink but you knew before you left you were picking up a coffee. You were definitely going to need one to get you through the day. 

“So Jake is one lucky bastard, huh?” Nicholas asked after a few moments of silence. 

“Nah,” you say with a dismissive wave of your hand. "That guy radiates nothing but good energy. He has a pretty strong aura and a sound mind. So, it'd actually be harder for it to attach to him.”

“Good energy? He’s our year’s resident fuckboy.” 

That had you giggling. “I mean yeah,” you said. “But he’s so… smiley and sweet, it’s kind of hard not to like him. Sometimes I don’t think he understands why people go for him so often.” 

“Do you like him?” Nicholas asked, a teasing edge to his voice. 

“I like him as a friend,” you said rolling you eyes. “He’s hot as fuck, yes. But not really my type.” 

“Oh but Jimin-hyung was?!” 

“You’re never gonna let me live that down are you?!”

“Fuck no!” Nicholas exclaimed almost seemingly exasperated. “I still can’t believe you slept with him!” 

“It was Halloween and I was buzzed!” you defend. “Not to mention I hadn’t been laid in awhile. Let a girl live.”

“Maybe eventually. But Jay and Hyuka won’t if they ever found out.” 

Nicholas gave you one of those grins that had you sitting up straighter. He was about to say something stupid. You just know it. 

“What if Beomgyu-hung ever found out?” he asked. 

You paled at the thought and mustered up the coldest glare you could. The man across from you broke out into laughter. Laughter that may have been a little too loud for how quaint the cafe was but at the moment neither of you cared. 

“Don’t say that,” you hissed at your best friend. “You’re gonna speak it into existence.” 

“Can you imagine his reaction?” Nicholas said practically choking on his laughter. 

“Yes I can! He’d be fucking insufferable! You know what man can’t keep his mouth shut for shit!” 

“And you used to gush about how hot you thought he was.” 

“Yeah until he pulled that stupid ass prank on me,” you grumbled. “It showed me how much of a dumbass he could be.” 

“Oh my god,” Nicholas sputtered beginning to laugh again. “You’re still holding a grudge about that? You’re as bad as Natty.” 

“He ruined my favorite shirt.” 

“It was an Alice In Chains T-shirt you got off E-Bay.” 

“Still my favorite shirt!” you exclaimed. 

“Trust me I know,” Nicholas said. “You wore that thing religiously our senior year of high school.” 

You grinned at him. “You’re just jealous of my great fashion sense,” you teased. 

“Your ‘great fashion sense’ consists of band t-shirts and jeans,” he deadpanned.

“And what’s so wron—“ 

Your mouth snapped shut, body going rigid. Nicholas noticed your silence and change in demeanor immediately. 

“Y/N?” he asked. “What do you see?” 

You just shook your head. 

You couldn’t see anything. 

But you sure as hell could feel it. Its aura was suffocatingly heavy. The kind of weight that made your stomach twist and turn almost painfully. 

Slowly you turned your head towards the window, searching for anything. You noted how the wind had stopped. The tree leaves that had once been rustling softly were completely still. Too still. The birds had seemed to sense the danger too, their songs stopping abruptly. 

Where was it? 

Your eyes frantically searched over the courtyard but you couldn’t see anything. No spirits. No demons. Nothing. 

Was it concealing itself? No. If it was it wouldn’t be letting it’s aura seep and overwhelm as much as it is. It wants its presence known. So why can’t you see it? 

You could not only feel the dark side of it but the human side too. Whatever it was, had either been human or is still human with dark soul. 

It made you nervous. Not just because of it’s aura or the fact that it wasn’t presenting itself. But you knew how these things were. They were powerful entities that usually end up wreaking havoc. Though they had humans sides, they thrive off discourse and pain. Any one of the people on campus could fall victim. Hell, even multiple. And this definitely felt like an entity that could attach to multiple people at once. 

You turned back to Nicholas, who was just as tense and unease as you now. 

“I can’t see it,” you said. “But whatever it is, it’s strong.” 

Nicholas’s eyebrows furrowed at that. “Why isn’t it showing itself? Is it like… mocking you?” 

“I think it’s just letting me know it’s here. It may be mocking me. I’m not completely sure. It can’t exactly tell what its intentions are. I can feel it pulling away now though.” You stood up, grabbing your things. 

Nicholas quickly followed, sucking down the rest of his coffee. “What are you going to do?” he asked. 

“I’ll figure that out once I’m able to see it for what it is exactly.” 

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[lastofthewardens]

i know i should respect other people’s opinions but

probably (but unconfirmed) spoilers for born again below

i get so tired of hearing some of these stupid arguments about what this new show is doing to foggy.

“it’s never happened before, that makes it interesting!”

“where are the stakes in a fake death? if he dies he should stay dead.”

“they had to build stakes!”

“it’ll be interesting for matt’s character.”

“he died in the comics so it’s fine!”

like none of these people make any sense to me. just because it’s something ‘new’ doesn’t make it good. foggy being dead, EVER but especially in episode one, isn’t a good thing for the show. none of the other characters are or should be interchangeable with foggy nelson. by having him immediately gone, the show loses a dynamic it can never replicate, the show loses a bunch of stories they could’ve adapted, matt loses a relationship that can’t be filled by any of the other characters, one that makes the daredevil world much richer by being there. the “who cares if they kill foggy as long as the story is good” people drive me fucking crazy man. i’d never agree with that anyway because almost any daredevil story would be objectively worse without him but they’re also not thinking long term at all. this decision already sucks, but long term, this decision sucks even more.

and the stakes stuff is like.. i’m pretty sure most of the people who fought for this show to come back did not want it like this. why should foggy nelson, the most important side character in daredevil history, die on the altar of building stakes anyway? are they such horrible writers that the only way to build stakes is killing a main character? i even saw one of these ‘stakes’ people saying that the original show could’ve killed him too, they thought he was going to die multiple times in season 3 apparently, and it’s like … okay??? so you’re admitting the original show created stakes without killing off either foggy or karen? wow it’s almost like good writers can create stakes without losing lore important characters! i don’t believe the original show would’ve killed foggy ever. but also despite what has been said, this show isn’t even one that needed to come back with a big death to get people talking. this show would’ve been wildly successful just by existing off the original show’s reputation.

and then the whole thing about dying in the comics. these people definitely haven’t picked up a comic book in their life lol. they’re always referring to zd*rsky, and they always dishonestly leave out the fact that it was obviously not going to stick and it didn’t. like really? yeah foggy was totally going to be left in hell, for sure. not to mention that by the time you find out he died this gets resolved by him being saved from hell by matt literally i think five issues later??? in wildly dramatic fashion. so foggy ‘dying in the comics’ is just a completely dishonest framing of events. because it’s like yes but also basically no.

also like.. sure it might be interesting to see a matt who thinks foggy is dead. you can do that without ACTUAL DEATH???? the idea that it has to be real to be interesting is stupid. brubaker did this super well without permanent loss. i don’t know why we need it to be worse than that for it to be interesting.

idk maybe i’m crazy, but i’m so tired of these types of comments. matt is my favorite character, it’s his show, but he isn’t the only character that matters, and matt as a character needs foggy anyway. not any other character in his place. foggy nelson.

whatever. people watching this show seem to care way too much about the wrong things.

[vampire-wizard-solidarity]

not to continue being annoying and bringing up dead and irrelevant discourse (totk) but it’s kind of crazy to me how much almost mandatory resource farming they added into that fucking game.

like i Understand why they made armor upgrades cost rupees in addition to resources, it’s the same motivation they had for making hearty resources rarer and upgrading gemstones to functional items instead of just something you sell or an occasional upgrade item, it’s balancing the game to be a little more difficult by making its systems a little more complex. the difference is that 1. making hearty food more rare is just basic balancing 2. the reason the gemstone thing worked is bc it’s fundamentally about making me make an additional choice, going ‘do i sell this ruby to be richer or do i use it to set things on fire. what do i want more money or to set things on fire”. that choice is kind of diminished by the fact that there’s so many other elemental items that could be used for that purpose that are easier to get and that you accumulate naturally (i.e.: monster parts from elemental variants of enemies), but it’s still a choice that the player will most likely engage with at some point (probably early game). the idea is there.

the fairy fountain thing is just lazy. it’s not forcing me to engage with an existing system in a new way, it’s not asking me to make an interesting choice, it’s just like great. i have to grind for two things now instead of one. this process that was already inherently about grinding for resources is now just even more so. that’s the type of shit that doesn’t make engaging with this system more challenging, just more boring, meaning i’m just more likely to not engage with it more than necessary. and maybe that’s the goal? people said botw was too easy so we’re just gonna make one of the ways to make the game easier for u so boring u wouldn’t want to do it. great, guys. wonderful.

and like for context this criticism is coming from me, a guy who upgraded every single piece of armor in botw after completing the game just for fun. a guy who found every single blupee and cave in this game at the time when guides to the game were still being written so no one resource had the complete list of all the caves, nor all of koltin’s locations. a guy who FARMED STAR FRAGMENTS IN BOTW. do you know how boring, tedious and meaningless farming star fragments in botw is?

my point is i’m not someone who’s unfamiliar with boring, repetitive tasks that offer little to no reward apart from the feeling of accomplishment. i don’t mind farming for resources in theory. its just that there are aspects of totk’s resource farming that just make me feel cynical and not want to engage on principal, like it feels like the developers are sending me on a boring side quest that will make me feel like this game has more content than it does, just because they’re refusing for its systems to be simple or convenient. don’t even get me started on how needlessly complicated upgrading ur battery is, there is no reason for me to be talking to more than one npc, there’s no reason for this amount of transactions or locations being involved, this is all just busywork.

i’m gonna be so real i never finished totk, i at least checked out all the content it has to offer apart from the final boss fight, and part of it was bc i was like this game didn’t earn a final cathartic moment. this game just made me do a bunch of busy work, insulted my favorite characters (except for mipha ig… ill take it as a small peace offering from the devs for wasting her potential in botw), and took my favorite horse (guardian stalker) in the divorce.

also gleeok is a bad mini boss

[hollyhomburg]

I’m kinda curious how everyone handles Jin or mc’s pregnancy in bily (if we were to get to that point). Like would be like a human pregnancy or because they’re werewolves, would it be different? Like do they get mood swings and morning sickness? Does their scent change just during pregnancy or permanently? Which alpha ends up the most stressed or which of the eight ends up being the most stressed throughout? How do they come up with names or do they make plans to expand or move houses? That sort of thing.

oh they are never ever moving the house! the bily house is like- so so so important to me! and its important that you know that they like- live there until it's just tae, m/c, and hobi left like well into their late 70's/early 80's.

i do think that like- the house does undergo some more renovation once they start to have pups- but also they'd totally be able to all room togeather with the size of the house- also wouldn't it be cute if pup nests where like- standard? like all siblings kinda sharing one space + a packmate when they're young? like a nest downstairs that the omega's make for the pups when they're from ages like 3-10 or whenever they start wanting to sleep alone. usually acompinied by at last one alpha to gaurd them all heaped there.

but then like also- remember there are three rooms that could serve as a bedroom downstairs in the bily house- in my mind jin's oldest (girl, alpha, named magnolia or maggie) probably gets the m/c's old bedroom and the two middle alpha boys share the packs old bedroom (boys are stinky, i cant remember what i named them although im sure its somewhere in an ask somewhere)

the m/c's youngest gets the room at the end of the hall with all the windows, mostly because she's the only omega and needs her own space to nest and be away from the alpha noise. i bet the m/c gives her her old nesting nook.

there's also the option of the pack renovating the basement into something of an acessory apartment- because in my mind at least one of the packs kids stays home through college and needs a bit more privacy while still being there you know? there's like- more than enough space for everyone there- it's a fairly big house for the amount of people- even though the pack would be 12-15 depending on if the pack adopt like i wrote in that one little ask.

side tangent but- when i was growing up my grandparents house had almost 6-7 bedrooms? because they had 7 children, and there was a time where like 3-4 family units lived in the house all at once like- my siblings and i and my cousins and my mom, and my moms siblings and their kids, and it never felt cramped even if each family basically got just one room. i think we had like 20 people living there all at once? i was really really little at the time so i don't really remember it (beyond the spiral staircase and the windows and the smell of the attic bedroom)

as for the m/c's pregnancy! i think that her smell changes once she's pupped and then goes away after she stops breastfeeding like- in my mind thats where her scent change ends. people's scents don't change unless their hormones change like they get sick or they're pregnant, or they're on medication (like with tae and her estrogen).

i think that the rest of the pregnancy symptoms remain mainly the same, the m/c and jin both go through pretty bad morning sickness with their pregnancies- the m/c's is a little worse than jin's and the pack go a little bit crazy because she actually loses weight during her pregnancy and has to go on a special diet for maintaining weight and nutrients.

i think jk gets really in on it and really intense with it. i think he develops a habit of talking to the m/c's little bump like "you have to eat okay? and don't get grumpy with me! you have to like what i make you because i'm gonna be your hyung." and then when the pup is actually born its the same kind of situation. "mushed bananas and peas are so good pup! come on, be nice to hyung and eat all of it" and jk gets a handful of mushy peas to the face and a very very endearing giggle.

ive said it before but jk out of all of them wants to be like a fun older brother to the pups and he's a really really great pseudo parental figure- but he doesn't want to have pups on his own or be the default parent. it's just not something that he can handle with his sickness, but i think tbh he ends up being kinda a very important part of the pups lives like- on his 40th birthday the pups make him a cake that say "happy birthday dad uncle jk" and the m/c's little one mistakenly calls him dad and he tears up a little. he's in the intermediary between hyung/dad/uncle in a way that the others aren't.

as for what alpha gets the most stressed! that is namjoon- with yoongi being a close second (not an alpha i know i know) but for both jin and the m/c's pregnancy all of the alphas suffer with insomnia. it's pretty normal for alphas to sleep fitfully or develop heightened instincts when one of their omega's is pupped because they need to protect them and they're most vulnerable when asleep. i think the pack put a stop to it once namjoon almost falls asleep while driving but until then- none of them really notice so

[akkpipitphattana]

i haven’t fully decided how i feel about lottie’s death yet because i’m a big believer in actually seeing the finished product before determining if choices work for me or not (though simone kessel’s reaction has certainly not been promising) but i will say that thematically, it makes so much sense to me that nat and lottie are the first two to die (after travis of course) because they’re both characters that found purpose in the wilderness.

i personally do not think that any of the adult characters are making it out of this show alive, and like i know people have gripes with the fact that they killed off a character that struggled with addiction and another that struggled with mental illness one after another and while i understand those complaints, when we actually think about the ways those things exist in the story, it make sense that they’re the first to die.

because the reasons nat struggled with addiction have a lot to do with the trauma she suffered from their months in the wilderness and specifically the fact that she felt she lost her purpose when she left. she wasn’t a hunter anymore, she didn’t have her community anymore. and with lottie, she started a whole cult because she wanted to feel the sense of leadership and guidance she did when they were out there. despite her mental illness, she never felt crazy when they were out there even if they WERE all going crazy.

none of them ever TRULY left the wilderness when they got rescued and the trauma clearly sticks with all of them in different ways. but if we’re talking about who was still out there the MOST in their minds, it was nat and lottie. so of course they’re the first ones to die.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Fires of Fire (Jason Todd)

Summary: You confront Jason when you receive damning screenshots of his betrayal.

Warnings: angst, reader being gaslit, jason cheating

WC: 708

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The air in the apartment was suffocating. You stood by the kitchen counter, your phone trembling in your hand. The screen displayed a series of damning text messages—messages Jason had clearly sent to someone else. They were flirty, intimate, and undeniably inappropriate. Your chest ached as if your ribs were caving in the longer you looked at your phone. But you couldn't pull your eyes away, no matter how much you wanted to.

When Jason walked in only moments later, he was casual, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder and his helmet tucked under his arm. His dark hair was damp, probably from the rain, and he smelled faintly of smoke and cologne. He froze when he saw you, your expression a mixture of anger and despair.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low and calm, but his eyes flicked to the phone in your hand, expression mute with emotion.

You swallowed hard, stepping forward and holding it out. “Who is she?”

He stared at the screen for a moment, his face unreadable. Then he scoffed and tossed his jacket onto the couch. “Are you serious right now?”

“Don’t do that,” you snapped, your voice breaking. “Don’t act like I’m imagining things. I have proof. I need to know who she is to you. Why I'm not good enough for you.”

Jason walked past you, heading to the fridge. He opened it, grabbed a beer, and leaned against the counter with infuriating nonchalance. “Proof of what? That you don’t trust me? Because that’s all I’m seeing here. There's nothing going on.”

Your fingers tightened around the phone. “Don’t turn this around on me! I saw the texts, Jason. They weren’t meant for me, so who were they meant for? Who is she?”

He took a long sip of his beer, his gaze steady and unflinching. “They’re nothing. Just messing around with Damien. We joke like that all the time. You know that.”

Your stomach dropped. “You expect me to believe that? Jason, these are not jokes. You called her ‘babe.’ You told her you missed her.”

“Yeah, because I knew you’d snoop through my phone and blow it out of proportion,” he said, his voice dripping with irritation. “I was messing with you, trying to get a rise out of you. Guess it worked, huh?”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. The audacity of his words left you breathless. “You’re lying. I know you’re lying.”

Jason slammed the bottle onto the counter, the sound making you flinch. His jaw tightened, and his voice dropped to a dangerously low register. “You don’t know anything. You’re making a fool of yourself right now, digging for something that isn’t there. Do you even hear yourself? You're crazy.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “I’m not crazy, Jason.”

His lips curved into a bitter smile. “Could’ve fooled me. You’re so damn insecure, it’s pathetic. Do you seriously think I’d cheat on you? After everything we’ve been through? You know you're the only one for me.”

The words stung like a slap to the face. He wasn’t just denying it; he was making you doubt yourself. Every instinct screamed that he was lying, but the conviction in his voice wavered your certainty.

“I…” You faltered, shaking your head. “I just—those messages—”

“Are meaningless,” he interrupted, stepping closer. His hands landed on your shoulders, heavy and firm. His eyes bore into yours, calm and cold. “You’re overthinking this. You’ve been stressed lately. Maybe you need to take a step back and breathe before you start throwing accusations around.”

Your lip quivered as you looked away. The weight of his words pressed against your chest, making it harder to argue. Maybe… maybe you had jumped to conclusions. Maybe you were imagining things.

“Hey,” he said softly, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I love you. You know that, right?”

You nodded, though the pit in your stomach churned violently. “Yeah… I know.”

Jason smiled, his lips brushing your forehead in what should’ve been a comforting gesture. But as he pulled away, you saw the flicker of something in his eyes. Relief. Satisfaction.

And for the first time, you realized the truth didn’t matter to him. It never did.

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[angelpointe]

BAD IDEA ?? I THINK ITS A GREAT IDEA !! NEVER STOP TALKING , YOUR WORDS GIVE ME ENERGY !!!

So so serious , I didn’t know what to draw before this , but now I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IM GONNA BE DRAWING ..

And I’m so so serious , SO SERIOUS . I WILL BRAINROT WITH YOU . I’VE BEEN SLOWLY DRAGGING PEOPLE ALONG FOR THE RIDE WITH THE SANSONA THING AND I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL EVERYONE GIVES THEIR SANSONA HERE !!

Also you’re so right about that , I have that weird thought in the back of my mind that goes “ okay but have you considered nobody cares about your stupid little characters and your idiotic little ideas ?? ” WHICH IS FUNNY BECAUSE . APPARENTLY THEY WILL IF I JUST TALK ABOUT THEM . Crazy , I don’t know why I never think about that ! I’ve made a lot of aus and ideas and just never share them - I NEED TO START . I NEED TO DO THAT !!

Also I AGREE . We need more deaf characters in the world !! I spent the majority of my childhood deaf and I am still hard of hearing , and it makes me so SO very happy and excited when I see deaf characters in media because . THAT WAS ME !! It also helps to humanize and share the perspective of someone who is deaf , because . Sadly , a lot of people don’t seem to realize there’s really a world there , that there’s a perspective they’re not seeing and they think doesn’t exist as a result !

Sorry for getting weird and silly there , but that shit genuinely means SO SO MUCH to me ,, <//3

You know what !! You get May art ! Have my little girl , the prophecy foretold !!

Did I ever show you guys my Sansona ,, kind of ??

I forget that I ever have one of these , I don’t ever use him - I tried to put him in an au once and it didn’t work out

⚠️ WARNING . Blood and . Hemangiomas ? Blood tumors . There’s an evil blood tumor under the cut !! You’ve been warned !!