#this is so old i never got around to editing it

[yuikomorii]

I love Yui she's such a nerd, honestly your blog is the whole reason I even like Yui now, I never disliked her but I never cared about her because she seemed kinda the basic " Nice girl " trope ( and I watched the anime first ) so I just ignored her but your blog put more light on her personality and now she is so much more interesting to me. I honestly wish we would get some more background info on her about her old life before the Sakamakis, we do kinda but not much.

When I thought Yui was a bland Nice Character only to realize she's a Clusmy, kinda slow, obsessive girl in love and somtimes just as crazy as the Sakamakis, like girrrl I've seen those Bad endings, Shuu More blood brute?? Ayato bad endings? Our true queen, say delulu in love Yui ❤️

// Haha, I’m glad to hear that. 💕💕

I don’t have anything against the “nice girl” trope, as long as it’s executed well and the girl has more depth than just being “too good for this world.” Yui might come across as your typical nice girl at first glance, but even outside the endings, she occasionally does or says things so unexpectedly problematic that you can’t help but wonder “What’s wrong with her?”. That said, she’s not meant to be a normal character, since this is a game made for people with masochistic fantasies, and we’re supposed to either play as her or put ourselves in her shoes. It’s pretty clear Yui has always had some underlying masochistic tendencies. After all, she started enjoying the bites during the Dark section of the HDB chapters, which isn’t exactly something a “normal” person would do… well, not so fast. 👀

Yui is a kind and stupid girl in general, but she can also be cunning and even worse than the Diaboys when mad, so that’s what makes her interesting. Honestly, I’m glad she’s crazy too, if she weren’t, I’d feel way too bad for her. At least this way, she shares some of the twisted traits of her men, which makes her dynamic with them feel more balanced. 😂😂

Speaking of those endings, every time I think about them, I get chills. I can understand the “I’ll get rid of everyone for senpai because he’s my precious senpai and mine alone!” type of Yandere you see in anime, but the ones who do something truly horrifying to the person they claim to love are on a whole other level of disturbing. At least in Shu’s one, she “only” stabs him and locks him in a dungeon to turn him into her one and only blood slave. But in Ayato’s ending? She literally paralyzes his entire body out of jealousy, leaving him unable to move or speak yet fully conscious of what’s happening, while she carries him around like an actual DOLL, and then she uses him for pleasure. It’s practically an allegory for reducing someone to a living sex doll—an object meant solely to look good and fulfill someone else’s desires, which is just next-level of messed up, lol.

Credit to: dialovers-translations

I even remember this screenshot from the Chinese edition where Yui says to a paralyzed Ayato, “Ayato, don’t go anywhere.” Girl, where was he even supposed to go?? You literally took away his ability to do anything. Even Karlheinz got creeped out! 😳

[chil-aglia]

Updated ROTTMNT FICS (that I’ve seen or haven’t gotten around to reading yet)

I got bored so I’m updating this. (If y’all got any recs, that would be awesome)

Edit: I forgot to add links to the stories, and since there’s a lot, it’ll take some time for all the links, but I did a few while I could

Leo Centric

Down with the Stockholm (Ao3 by devotedtosadpoetry)

I may be invisible, but I still look good (Ao3 by Dandy)

Like Father Like Son (Ao3 by eternalglitch)

Feral Leo (Tumblr by cupcakeslushie)

The Neon Void (Ao3 by sugarpastels)

Dead Man’s Deal (ao3 by loneAnonon)

Little kid with a big death wish (ao3 by remrose)

Never Do That Again (ao3 by sxgeness)

The Aftermath (ao3 by Starrcrossrose)

Here comes a greek tragedy (ao3 by remrose)

Power Up (ao3 by pickledcarrotsandradish)

All the ashes in my wake (ao3 by paperxcrowns)

There Must Be Something in the Water (ao3 by Filsamek)

Every Night the Longest Day (ao3 by ashtreelane)

Hollow Mind (ao3 by paperxcrowns)

By touch, by sight (ao3 by story_monger)

His World (ao3 by SkylerSkyHigh)

Secondhand (ao3 by remrose)

Distorted Mirror (ao3 by loneAnonon)

Shreddy for more? (Ao3 by sugarpastels)

Dark Matter (ao3 by Starrcrossrose)

Future Leo/Apocalypse timeline

Odd Man Out (Ao3 by cosmoscrow)

Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis (Ao3 by a_platypus)

Cass Apocalyptic Series (tumblr by somerandomdudelmao)

Hamato Chronicles (ao3 by loneAnonon)

Trial and Error (ao3 by ApatheticRobots)

We’ll meet again soon (ao3 by Chiangyorange)

Five Years (ao3 by loneAnonon)

At My Worst (ao3 by teainthesnow)

In the Bottom of the Bottle (I see your reflection) (ao3 by BeeCeit)

Leonardo Come Down (ao3 by loneAnonon)

I’d Give You My Lungs (ao3 by InsomniacTiger)

I’m Blue…(da ba dee da…) (ao3 by loneAnonon)

(Accidentally) Played American Football with My Newborn (ao3 by loneAnonon)

Donnie Centric (and future Donnie/Donne AU’s)

The Canary Continuity (Ao3 by qolden)

Nothing Left to Lose (ao3 by halfwayzone)

A Villain’s Mark series (ao3 by afreakingdork)

Brother Dearest (ao3 by Wardenov)

ROTTMNT AU’s (either not focused on a single character or it’s focused on mostly Disaster Twins)

Even More of A Disaster (Ao3 by electricinsomnia & teaableu)

A Mixed Bag (ao3 by GreatlyBlessed)

The Lemonade Leak (ao3 by TurtleSoupSwimmer)

Red Rover Red Rover Send My Brothers On Over! (Ao3 by Theserpentsnight)

Bloodbath (ao3 by trxbblegum)

Circumventing Death (ao3 by qolden)

Firefight (ao3 by remrose)

When I was younger (ao3 by SketchieFoxie & TheInkypawprint)

Sawed Off (ao3 by Anonymous)

Residuum (gore) (ao3 by Anonymous)

Haven’t read yet or not finished reading but they’re in my bookmarks

Corrupted Upgrade (ao3 by Dandy)

Where Loyalties Lie (ao3 by Shattered_ontheInside)

Seven Years (ao3 by Shattered_ontheInside)

The Same Little Faces (ao3 by awkwardusagi)

Alpha Stage (ao3 by snailsnaps)

The Old College Try (ao3 by itsasheagain)

Blood, water and thicker things (ao3 by jumpinginmuddypuddles)

Where in the World Is Neon Leon? (Ao3 by 316_frogs)

Adagio in Green: Panacea (ao3 by WhatTheVoid)

The Last Something That Meant Anything (ao3 by Kakey_Ace)

The Sky Is Still Red (ao3 by CartoonHostage)

The Infection (ao3 by Shattered_ontheInside)

The Day the World Broke (ao3 by saladmix)

Times Five (ao3 by pickledcarrotsandradish)

Spider’s Web with Strings Attached (ao3 by CurlySwirly)

Color Guard (ao3 by alicat54c & AmevelloBlue)

And…We’re Off! (Ao3 by SailorSaysAhoy)

This Year we lost our dear brother Leonardo (ao3 by cataonicatnap)

Whispers on Distant Souls (ao3 by loneAnonon)

The Sum Of One And One was Two (ao3 by Pasteilian)

Solar Eclipse (ao3 by Starrcrossrose)

You can have three wishes if you don’t take too long (ao3 by mad_and_thick_as_thieves)

Leo Likes To Talk (Except when he doesn’t) (ao3 by Thatficgal)

Midnight Run (ao3 by SkylaBrea)

ROTTMNT OC fics

Raised on little light (ao3 by Taizi)

Leo and Donnie x reader/oc fics (some I haven’t read or finished yet)

Quick Sketch (ao3 by Landsel)

When I say forever (ao3 by morning_sun)

A romantic comedy, starring Leonardo Splinterson (ao3 by morning_sun)

Sweat (ao3 by morning_sun)

Once more, with feeling (ao3 by morning_sun)

Tactical Donnie (ao3 by morning_sun)

The Thick Thigh Compilation (ao3 by morning_sun)

Winedark Open Sea (ao3 by morning_sun)

Come Inside Your Love (ao3 by morning_sun)

Desert Flowers series (Cowboy AU) (ao3 by morning_sun)

Top 10 Ways to Keep Your New Year’s Resolution (ao3 by Ordinarily)

Get That Goon (ao3 by buthowboutno)

Sergeant’s Sitting Services (ao3 by Ordinarily)

Close, close, close (ao3 by desceros)

Toxoplasmosis (ao3 by desceros)

We do it together (ao3 by desceros)

Blurple Villain AU (ao3 by desceros)

A Study in Anatomy (ao3 by Anonymous)

Bird’s Eye View (ao3 by Anonymous)

Nicht-zuhause-sein (ao3 by desceros)

Solider, Medic, Rex (ao3 by Blue_and_Red)

Tactical Turtles Airsofting Edition (ao3 by afreakingdork)

A Lesson Learned (ao3 by TheKingPen)

Pudge ‘Preciation (ao3 by buthowboutno)

Going Down, Down (In an Earlier Round) (ao3 by buthowboutno)

Round turn and two half hitches (ao3 by desceros)

Who’s Tom? (Ao3 by Anonymous)

Ataraxia (ao3 by desceros)

Second Slice (ao3 by LissomTea)

Everlong (ao3 by Madidus)

Cobalt King (ao3 by LissomTea)

Symphony no.4 (ao3 by desceros)

Road Work Ahead? I Sure Hope It Does (ao3 by darn_eggs)

Koi No Yokan (ao3 by Catttoo)

Off the X (ao3 by TheKingPen)

Provocateur (ao3 by TheKingPen)

Trigger Creel (ao3 by TheKingPen)

Comin’ In Hot (ao3 by creed613)

Worth the Wait (ao3 by morning_sun)

Whatever Suits You (ao3 by Ordinarily)

Night Light (ao3 by Ordinarily)

The Second Time Around (ao3 by Ordinarily)

Puzzle Pieces Woven with Thread (ao3 by Ordinarily)

Kessler Syndrome (ao3 by darn_eggs)

[tegelsteg]

[tricoufamily]

visiting the hometown

(want everyone to know this edit came to me in a dream and i changed the lore just to do it)

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF THE NORMANDY SUMMIT

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Primarch Adrien Victus, Dalatrass Linron, and Urdnot Wrex With: Comm. Specialist Samantha Traynor Commander, you need to keep Cerberus at bay- I can't overstate what a victory a treaty between the Turians and the Krogan would be for the Alliance. We need all the help we can get... Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[lunarharp]

scribbly first date type affair (continuation of my modern au stuff)

[attractthecrows]

irritated that i made revallen's worldstate a mahariel self-sacrifice one cuz that means i can't have laure waltz into skyhold and pass on the ancient elvhen secrets she picked up in the Brecilian forest by shoving her tongue down revallen's throat right in front of cullen

[icewindandboringhorror]

Found a very cool pastel cat sweater at the bins but I have literally nothing that matches it well, so I always struggle to make outfits with it lol

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

Mom called me a shitty roommate today bc after months of her telling me to rent a uhaul (too young to do so) and then flaking out on me whenever I asked her if we could it on x day, I gave up on trying to get my bf's heavy TV and dresser and ordered a mountable tv, instead of buying more storage totes so that I could add to the ever increasing stack of totes in our guest bedroom

[leafy-m]

So I hit my 700th edit for the WHA wiki today, because I am a totally normal person

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa: *writes a single throwaway line in one chapter of Lost and Found that is never referenced again*

Me, completely randomly and with no prompting: Alright, bet–

[bmpmp3]

genbu ai has been found dead in miami.

[perilegs]

lay all your blood on me ty again @kuuttituutti for making the thumbnail!

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO, ACCURATE

not that we didn't already Know belos was full of shit, but it's even funnier knowing the titan was still alive the whole time and probably judging him

[yandere-romanticaa]

Seen the request, so I shall deliver. Could you pls write a drabble or hcs of a yandere sunday with an isekaied reader?

Good timing because I'm actually planning a non yan isekai fic for him, I wonder if you saw that post. Here it is in case you haven't.

Sincerest apologies if this isn't the best, this fic is 100% emotionally charged by my obsession with him and frankly with a little bit of a high for passing a tricky exam. This is a treat for myself.

EDIT: Please check out this wonderful comic that @danijaci made me based off this fic!! 😭🫶

Picking up the cup from the fine oak table, you gazed towards the eerie galaxy before you, hundreds upon thousands of stars giving you a constant reminder of just how far from home you truly were. Taking a sip from the little porcelain cup you could not help but to hum in delight, the soft notes of the tea soothing your nerves ever so lightly as you pretended to ignore the heavy gaze which lingered at the back of your head.

Even from this distance, it was easy to tell that Sunday was eager to approach you. Still, he kept his distance and made a silent offering in the form of the very tea you drank at the moment.

Anything is better than Himeko's coffee but you were never going privy her to that.

In a not so distant past, all of this was nothing but fiction. The Express, the story, the characters - it was all nothing more but fiction, something to pass the time as your days went on and on, the same monotony repeating each and every day.

It was hard to not think about your friends and family, what sane person would not? Lord knows how they must be feeling right now, worried sick out of their minds with indescribable sorrow. In their eyes you had merely vanished, not a single trace to be found. For all they knew you could have been left for dead in a ditch somewhere, beaten, bloodied and broken, never to see the light again or if they were even more inclined to be morbid, you had succumbed to a fate worse than death. Death at the very least grants you finality, that all is over regardless of what happened moments prior.

But that was simply not the case for you.

Here you were, lounging about in a comfortable chair as you pondered on your old life while enjoying tiny little luxuries, far away where none of your loved ones could reach you. However, life was funny sometimes because it had some fun games in store.

Sunday was very kind upon arrival. He made sure to always be there for you, always checking up on you, always there to keep you company. You were already smitten with him but now to actually witness him in the flesh was just... Indescribable. You got along like a house on fire, so much so that the crew liked to tease that you ought to just get a room. Sunday, ever the gentleman, would just brush their words aside and assure you to not take their playful little jabs to heart.

You wouldn't say anything, resorting to merely giving him a smile but not because of what he said but rather of what he did not - never once did he actually shut down those perverse accusations. Never, not even once did he deny them.

He became an emotional crutch, someone to whom you would come running to when things got tough and he would always welcome you with open arms. Sunday would hold you tenderly, his serene voice dripping with honey along with a tender drop of ecstasy, for his excitement with holding you would just show itself sometimes. His grip would be too tight at certain moments, never quite ready to let you leave. His hugs were warm and comforting, he always smelled so good too. He smelled like kindness and sweet wildflowers, always lulling you back to him no matter the time. In dark corners and perhaps even under the watchful eyes of the crew, Sunday would wrap his scarf around your head, securing the soft fabric in order to provide you with a sense of comfort.

It was humiliating just how much you would try to inhale his scent as much as possible. You wanted it etched deep inside your memory, you wished for it to linger on your very soul and for it to follow you everywhere you went, sticking to your being like tar. The fabric of the scarf would muffle your ears a little but someone was always chatting in the background. Be it March bickering with Dan Heng, Mr Yang scolding someone for doing something they were not supposed to, or just Conductor Pom Pom trying to give a speech, all of it was irrelevant.

You were ready to kill whoever would try to pry you away from sweet Sunday. That thought came often which had left you worried - just what kind of person had you become? Regardless, you kept your mouth shut and had no plans of sharing such violent sentiments with anyone, particularly not to the one you held so dear.

When it was time to part for the evening you would bid the crew farewell and wished them a good night. You always made sure to take a few extra seconds with Sunday, just to ease your aching soul. He would tell you to sleep well and would see you in the morning, ready to take on any endeavor that crossed your paths.

As everyone parted ways, Sunday would wander off somewhere dark and distant, somewhere no one could see nor hear him. He would fall to his knees and clutch his chest in agony, fat tears streaming down his face as he did everything he possibly could to steady his raging heart. In a rush he would reach for the scarf which clung around his neck, his grip tighter than iron as he would bring it close to his nose. Taking a large, deep breath, Sunday was greeted by your familiar scent which would promptly calm his poor heart.

He sometimes wondered if his heart would start bleeding from the pain due to the sheer intensity of his emotions.

This was wrong, everything about this was not right and it hurt. Sunday was obviously ill but he had no clue on how to fight this... This emotion, this white hot feeling of need whenever you stood by his side. He started to choke on the air around him and fell into an abrupt coughing fit but even then, he could bring himself to remove the scarf from the lower part of his face.

Sunday wept and sobbed, filthy snot coming out from his nose but he could not handle that now. He needed you, Oh Heavenly Aeons, how he needed you. However was he going to tell you how he felt? How, oh how was he going to express the sheer magnitude of his true thoughts? He would scare you off, he was sure of it.

Even with this pain, even with these clipped wings and bleeding heart, Sunday had never felt so alive, so harrowingly present in the moment whenever he was with you.

Perhaps, he was doing himself a kindness by just letting you be. Drink your tea, be at peace.

He can always just make you another cup if you so desired.

Without knowing, you both haunted each other in the most agonizing way known to mankind and neither was strong enough to face the reality of the situation.

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ it's a gift (you keep those) ]❜

ft. logan howlett x f! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ giving him a plushie that reminded you of him┊1k words

setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: fluff, crushes, probably ooc but he’s so cute & wade is hard to write for, written for dp&w logan so idk if he got gifts in xmen, i forgot about laura, they are in touch and have a wonderful father-daughter relationship, i’m so sorry, edited

➤ author's note: i have so many thoughts but too incompetent to write

logan’s never sure who will appear when he opens the door as wade’s quite the extrovert, either vanessa or one of his many other friends whom he’s now become somewhat acquainted with, but he certainly wasn’t expecting to meet the familiar eyes of the cute neighbor who lived a few doors down. he nervously scratched the back of his head, suddenly becoming aware of his shabby appearance, “uh, are you looking for wade?”

“no, i was actually looking for you!��� god, your smile is so bright, it’s blinding. he normally hates perfume of any sort as it’s so overpowering to his heightened senses, but the one that you wore smelled so lovely like always. is that a new shade of lip gloss you’re wearing? it really suits you. (why on earth is he noticing all of these details out of the blue? he needs to snap out of whatever spell you put on him after being introduced when he first showed up and only interacting in passing since then).

“looking for me?” he repeated, in disbelief, trying his best not to allow his surprise to slip into his voice. considering he isn’t from this dimension and not the most agreeable person to be around, he had no friends of his own yet and hasn’t been visited by anyone since he got here. a beat of panic struck him, thinking that he was in trouble for something and you came to complain. he really couldn’t think of any other reason you were here for him even though you were so cheerful.

you were carrying some shopping bags with you, dropping them on the ground before reaching into one and pulling out a large fuzzy plushie of a gray cat hidden under layers of glittery tissue paper, “i saw this cutie when i went shopping with my friends and thought it looked like you!” you held it out for him to take, looking so proud of the stuffed animal.

he hesitated for a second before accepting it, trying to take in the fact that you were reminded of him in your day-to-day life. it made his heart flutter, and he found himself dumbfounded by the feeling. he was frequently teased by his roomate about his little “crush” on you, claiming that it was oh so obvious and that the sooner he accepted it, the better, but he never realized until now how pathetic he was when it came to you. was the wolverine really getting butterflies like a fucking schoolgirl in his old-ass age? thank god no one was home right now to bully him about it, he would never hear the end of it.

“it does not look like me,” he scoffed playfully after a quick examination.

“no, it definitely does! it’s a big, grumpy kitty—” you took a step closer to hold it with him, pointing at all the similarities you observed, although it was clear you were exaggerating for laughs. “see the little frowny face and ears? it could be your identical twin separated from birth! willy mentioned that you act like a cat most of the time, and i think it fits perfectly!”

the smile he didn’t realize was plastered on his face faltered at the last piece of information, grateful that you didn’t notice. that idiot has been talking about him to you? he might as well forget about any chance of getting with you, because knowing how he yaps without a filter and loves to play matchmaker, you probably think he’s a freak of some sort. “only good things, i hope…”

you giggled, the sweetest sound he ever heard. “of course, he’s really fond of you… well, maybe a bit too fond, but you already know about that!” you opened your mouth to continue the conversation or say something else, but your phone started ringing and you excused yourself, looking a little shy as you grabbed up your bags. “i’ll talk to you later!” you sounded so excited about the prospect of it before leaving, your voice and footsteps becoming fainter as you walked back to your place.

“wait, you didn’t take back the cat—”

“it’s a gift! you keep those!”

“oh… right…”

he lingered for a moment, unable to say much in response since you left in such a rush. when was the last time someone gave him a present? staring at this brand new item, he still couldn’t see the resemblance in any way, but knowing that it was a gift from you gave him a rare feeling of happiness which returned every time he looked at it from then on among his few possessions. 

“oh my goodness, what is this adorable thing?!” wade exclaimed when he saw it sitting on the couch where logan slept, picking it up to gawk at before tossing it up in the air and catching it before it hit the floor. “ooh, let me guess, it’s a gift from her, isn’t it?” 

the mutant groaned at his mocking tone. “put it down before you ruin it with your grubby hands,” he commanded, snatching it from his grasp (rough enough to make his point clear, but carefully enough not to tear it apart). his roommate didn’t even bother pretending to be offended like he usually would as he was simply overjoyed that his “ship” was coming true. “it doesn’t mean anything, don’t make it weird.”

“it doesn’t mean anything?! how can you say that when it’s going to be the first gift you give to your first child together—”

“first what??”

“nevermind, what are you gonna name it?”

“i have to name it?”

“have you never owned a stuffed animal before? you have to name it! how heartbroken is she going to be when she asks what you named it and you say that you haven’t done that?! she’s gonna think that you don’t value her gifts!” you would think the world was going to end if he didn’t do so if you heard the way he was speaking.

“fine, i’ll name it…” he looked deeply into the toy’s soulless eyes, noting how soft the outer material was against his calloused hand, “... fluffy…”

“that’s such a shitty name—”

“shut the fuck up, it’s been decided.”