#to the emotions of this whole ordeal when they hit him all at once

[fluffydeoxys]

This is for Zero but I imagine this idea extending to the MPN player as well. The loops happen and everyone's memories are effectively wiped, til one day something broke somewhere.

Doc remembers every loop, and something breaks in him too. He will fix this. He will save you.

[oddsconvert]

Torn Apart 🧸☁️

C/W: Comfort item (teddy bear), plush whump, conditioned whumpee, kidnapped, captivity, carewhumper(?), threats of violence, emotional meltdown.

I wrote this in APRIL 2022! 😱 And never posted it. So I thought I'd post now, because why the hell not, have some content!!!

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Bitter tears stung Whumpee's eyes, running down their red-flushed cheeks as they paced their 'room'. Radiating with sheer rage; their head pounding, fists clenched and teeth gritted. Room. What a laughable word. Their prison, the basement - it was only ever referred to as their room by whumper, who seemed to think they were so generous and giving for allowing whumpee to sleep down there.

They needed to get their anger out. Punch a wall, scream the air from their lungs, break something to smithereens, ANYTHING. Before the dangerous urge of racing up those stairs and tackling whumper to the floor seems remotely feasible. Whumpee was well aware that that wouldn't achieve anything, if not only more pain. It was always pain.

Whumpee's eyes scanned the basement looking for inanimate objects to inflict their fury on. To be able to pretend for a moment that maybe that it was whumper, and they really did possess the ability to smash them to a million pieces and stamp on the remains.

But their prison was barely furnished. All that room had was a bed, a side table and an old, dusty lamp. To smash the lamp would mean they would have to remain in the darkness, that was out of the question. They couldn't bear the dark, the unknown and the terrors it brings, and whumper would definitely not replace the light any time soon.

Whumpee crashed on their bed, pulling their knees towards them as their chest tightened threatening to heave out sobs. Burying their head into their knees, they began to wail, unholy sounds that echoed in the room and were certain whumper could probably even hear. Feeling nauseous from how hard they cried, their throat raw and body quivering from the violent sobs.

Whumpee cried and cried and cried until their body ran out of fluid, the tears dried up and they sat silently heaving jagged breaths in their little ball. As whumpee untucked themself, they noticed teddy sat beside them on the bed this whole time like a silent guardian as they wept.

As much as whumpee hate whumper, they couldn't help but be ridiculously grateful when they came bounding through the door, whumpee's childhood teddy in their grip. Their comfort plush, the teddy that got them through many teary nights in their life - now with them during this horrific ordeal.

Whumpee wrapped it in iron-grip embrace against him as he cried into the cuddle. If teddy were alive, the hug would be suffocating. The squeeze only got tighter, as whumpee's face scrunched up in a fierce ball of anger before letting out a war cry of despair and ripping teddy to shreds. The stuffing flying astray in the area as two halves of the teddy were grasped in whumpee's hands.

The crying stopped. Their breathing stopped. All that remained was a wide-eyed horrified stare of realisation with the tears paused burning in their eyes as it hit them what just happened.

In pure blind rage and despair, they'd destroyed the only thing they had. The only thing that comforted them. The only thing that reminded them of home or even gave them a slither of hope of one day returning. They'd destroyed teddy. Whumpee began hyperventilating, frantically whimpering and mumbling to themselves as they scrambled to try and fix the broken toy.

"Nonononononono, p-please!" Whumpee's voice waivered with agony as they repeatedly slammed the two half's of the teddy together as though it would magically reassemble if they tried hard enough. Their body trembled violently with regret, the tears now once again resuming their flow but for a different reason now. It was like they were mourning with a friend.

Whumpee realised they had no choice, and with their tail tucked between their legs, stifling sniffles with a timid, fearful expression washing over them and teddy wrapped protectively in their arms; they made their way upstairs to whumper. Whumpee was told to never knock on whumper's study door unless it was an emergency, and where it might not be an emergency to whumper... it was the end of the world for whumpee.

It took everything within whumpee to muster the stregnth to rap on that door, their small frame shivering as it towered above them. When the door flew open to reveal a severely pissed whumper, about to fly off the handle at their captive but they were shocked at what they did next.

The brave face whumpee had put on had crumpled and their face was littered with fresh, hot tears as they held out the ripped stuffed toy towards whumper - their eyes widening with a mix of shock and perplexity as they recognised what they were being given. Lips quivering as they tried to find the words to beg, to plead.

"P-Please," Whumpee sniffed, "Please, f-fix him." Whumpee's voice escaped in a solemn whisper as they scrunched their eyes shut, expecting harsh curses to spew their way and maybe an agonising kick and chuckle. But whumper remained silent, his eyebrows furrowing as he searched the boy up and down.

"P-Please. I'm begging you. Please f-fix him, I-I'll do anything, I - I can't lose him-" Towards the end of whumpee's rambling a hoarse sob escaped his throat as he began to choke on tears, so worked up. Whumper reach out and gently scooped the teddy from the palms of whumpee's hands, whumpee wincing and whining when they felt the sensation of teddy leaving their hold. Whumper moved the plush around, inspecting the damage before giving whumpee a questioning look.

"You did this?" he sternly asked but there was evidence of sympathy in his voice. Lingering concern. Whumpee shyly nodded.

"I- I don't know w-why... It - It was an accident, please help fix him-" The pleading was pathetic. They both knew that. And as much as whumper knew he should punish whumpee for disobeying rules, interrupting him from his work - he couldn't turn down the request.

Whumpee waits for the inevitable strike. For whumper to fist their hair and drag them kicking and screaming downstairs and throw teddy in the bin. Maybe he deserves that.

But Whumper lifts whumpee's chin up as he continues to sniffle and hiccup, his stance limp as he stands petrified in the door way. As whumpee's tearful eyes come into view, whumper shoots him a look of mercy.

"Come on then," Whumper sighs, grabbing Whumpee's arm, "Let's get him patched up."

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Whumper had been working on teddy for what felt like hours now. He'd dragged whumpee down to the living room, made him a hot drink and draped him in blankets - even putting on his favourite show on the TV in hopes of distracting him from the surgery like procedure whumper was conducting on his teddy.

But every time whumper gazed over to check on whumpee, he was met with wide cautious eyes watching every move, every stitch and every cut.

"Watch your show, whumpee," `Whumper barked, Whumpee's eyes darting back to the screen, "-everything's going smoothly there's nothing to worry about."

"Will he be okay?"

The way whumpee referred to his teddy as a living being was concerning, whumpee was truly petrified for the bears sake. But Whumper found it adorable too, almost a childlike wonder to them.

"He'll be fine. Just needs a bit more work done." Whumpee slowly nodded and ducked his head into the blankets - waiting painstakingly long for the results.

Decades must have passed, whumpee felt a nudge to the blankets that made him squeak and jolt out his nest. Held before his eyes was teddy. Whole again. Whumpee grabbed it with excitement, his eyes lighting up as he inspected the craftmanship - you couldn't even notice it was ever broken. Whumper's face beaming with pride as he saw happiness and relief washing over his captive.

It didn't take long for whumpee to lunge onto whumper in a crushing, appreciative hug. Spluttering all forms of gratitude and praise.

"You're welcome, Whumpee. But next time you break teddy? There's no fixing him. I'll break you the same."

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[aesthetic-gamersnail]

General Thoughts and Feelings on Trolls Band Together (part 2)

The fight is a pretty interesting scene: It starts with all of the brothers just screaming at each other about their frustrations, John being too bossy and John on the other hand feeling too much pressure as being the oldest and having to take care of his 4 younger siblings. Branch says nothing and just looks at them anxiously (poor boy). When Branch says they have to practice to save Floyd, John says that he is right and they will go their separate ways anyway that, Branch looks super shocked. And John is like:' What? Did you think we'd all move in together after that?' And it just hits Branch, that this a one time thing and his brother don't want to spend more time with him or get to know him. He then says that he is leaving and John answers he should stop acting like a baby. Branch then confronts them about his struggles and their grandma's death and how he was forced to grow up and then he leaves after crumpling up the hideout plan and throwing it away. Poppy picks it up and sees it and says in realization that the bunker was for them. One of them says they didn't know and Poppy says that they didn't ask and goes after Branch.

It was pretty emotional to see, of course, but it kinda lacked a bit of an emotional impact because the brothers just did not seem to be very bothered by their grandmother's death and as I'm writing this I notice they never asked Branch why he was greyer. Also, they all never actually gave a good reason why they never came back (John checked once, ONCE, and he saw no one was there and he assumed that Branch was dead and only heard that he is alive because of the events of the World Tour) or tried to contact Branch in any way in 20 YEARS. When we later see them trapped, of course one could argue they were more concerned about Floyd or their own situation, but John only mentions from the fight that they were screaming at each other but overall no one mentions Branch or shows some kind of guilt after the fight (or anywhere later in the movie, except Clay at the end but it was also just used to make a joke about his sad book club). It just feels like they didn't really care about him, which I know is not true, but it feels like it which is just a shame. I wish we could see maybe something of that in the future, but in this area the movie is kinda lacking.

While being good, I wish the scene of Branch and Poppy talking after the fight was longer, but that is just my personal opinion

Also the newly introduced characters sometimes feel kind of flat, like I wish we could have seem more interactions between the brothers or some flashbacks because in the end of the day I don't feel any wiser about who they are as people. We just get descriptions and snippets of their personalities and that's it. I hope they will expand on that more in the future.

John is honestly a really interesting character who genuinely cares for his brothers (he came to Floyd's aid immediately after hearing he was in trouble) but just doesn't really know how to show it or to deal with his emotions. Maybe he is also someone who is scared to let people be close since he also did not expect them all to still stay in contact after the whole ordeal. (And he has a lot of angst potential) Just, you could really dive in his character

Floyd sadly also falls victim to that because we don't actually get to know him. From some heart to heart talks to Veneer and his reunion with Branch aside, he is just suffering and dying throughout the film so there isn't much we get to know about his character except that he is emotionally sensible and cares about his family

All the brothers could and should be expanded upon (for example how Clay met and coworked with Viva and Bruce meeting his wife, it would be so interesting to see)

But what we got was pretty cute, like the dynamic between Floyd and Jon, Floyd and Branch and Bruce and Clay

I sadly don't remember which word exactly Poppy said but Branch was like 'I love how you say this word' super flirty and I still thin about that (Poppy and Branch really worked so good as a team, and they were so cute throughout the movie, I love them so much)

Floyd's and Branch's reunion is super cute, because he is the first from his brothers to see Branch as a grown up and not as small child, so it is really heart warming.

I LOVED the whole chase sequence, it was candy for my eyes and my ears, really 10/10

John letting Branch take the lead was super cute actually and emotionally impactful

The rendition of 'Better Place' in the movie is godly, cannot wait to hear it again

Floyd's death was kinda ... weird? Because he dies and then he just comes back to life? Without an explanation? I thought the theory of the brothers lending him talent would be true because it made sense but nope, he just comes back from the dead, which is kind of a weird decision, but who am I to argue

Branch's and Poppy's kiss was sooooo soft and cute and it just felt so natural, like AAHHHHH

Viva accepts Branch into the family -> braids his hair (I see the logical conclusions made in Poppy's family are genetic)

The Nsync cameo was funny but it did throw me in for a loop wondering if it was canon in-universe

The fakeout proposal was really funny, but I loved how they were on the same page and not awkward at all with each other ('I have a small proposal.' '*gasp*You want me to join the band?' 'You know me so well :)')

Head canon: Veneer and Floyd become pan palls and Veneer sends him mail from prison

That are my thoughts for now, maybe I will write more in the future, if I think of more things. But yeah, genuinely a good movie and a fun experience with nice animation and good music, as previously written 8/10, I had a good time. But I really wish we either get a new movie, series or special because I really want to see more of the characters and to expand more on their personalities and dynamics

[xerith-42]

What is, in your opinion, the best and the worst moments of the entire series and why? If you haven't already made a post about that

[cracks knuckles]

It's hard to put a finger on what I would say are best moments because through my rewatch I've actually discovered a lot of good moments early on that I think are overlooked because they don't play into the larger story later on. I talked about one of them in the context of a rewrite on my side blog, but I want to talk about a smaller moment that I actually don't think needs to be rewritten. (this isn't me saying this is the best moment in mcd, just that I think it deserves appreciation)

It's the entire opening sequence of episode 11. Like the whole thing is just really good. It opens with Aph finding out that Donna has gained sentience building that idea into the world, and she gets the story started right away by telling Aph about how Brendan got injured at the end of last episode. Aph instantly rushes in to help, finds out what she has to do from Garroth, and then takes off to do it. Earlier episodes have a problem of being kind of nothing a lot of the time, or Jess will get distracted and take way too long to get to the story, but that just isn't a problem here.

At this point Brendan has been established as a character with gripes, ambitions, wants, love for hamsters, and has an emotional connection to another character in the cast. So both the audience and Aph are invested in his safety, and it's great to see how seriously she can take these situations when circumstances demand it. Furthermore once she gets the medicine Garroth needs, it's Garroth who actually treats Brendan's wounds as this is before Zoey entered the series and became the resident healer.

I really like this aspect of Garroth's character and think it has a ton of potential! Garroth learning battle medicine during the year Phoenix Drop didn't have their lord because he failed to protect his lord before? Maybe he learned it even earlier, like in the guard academy shortly after the death of his brother to ensure that he doesn't lose someone again. As far as I'm aware this is never expanded on outside of this episode but I think it was a really solid piece of character work with Garroth.

And Zenix in this scene?? On point. He is playing up the whole scared guard who's a rookie and new to everything aspect so well, and the way he talks about the whole ordeal is just fantastic. He's so good at playing on Aph's trusting nature and when you learn that he knew the arrow was meant for him and put Brendan in the way? It makes the entire scene all the more heartbreaking. Overall a really great showing from one of the earlier episodes of the series.

And on the complete opposite end of the spectrum, we have one of the much later episodes in the series run that if you ask me, is one of the worst scenes in anything I have ever witnessed. Season 2 Episode 95 of Minecraft Diaries is perhaps the best example of character assassination happening in real time I have ever seen. The rot upon Laurance's character has been creeping in for some time during season 2, but this is when it hits it's crescendo.

I can and will do an entire post breaking down this entire episode minute by minute one of these days because it's failures are something I take personally. For those of you who aren't actually going insane over the block show, Season 2 Episode 95 is titled "Shadows of the Past", and this is the episode where everything with Laurance hits it's breaking point. In this episode while Aph is just having a fun day playing with Dante, Leona, and the other child who is there, she sees an imp in the forest disguised as Aaron. (Keep in mind Aaron died in episode 81 so the wound is still sort of fresh)

Aph is shaken by this and halfway through the episode she sits on the beaches of the Phoenix Alliance island holding Aaron's bandana and having a quiet moment. Laurance comes up behind her, before he sits next to her, and the two start talking. In theory, I like this conversation. Laurance has largely not been able to express his feelings on Aaron and what he did because he ran away right after it happened, and showed up only 5 episodes ago trying to kill Aph while she was in disguise. He hasn't had a moment to really process Aaron's sacrifice and what it means for him. The strange contradictory feelings he has over his jealousy, his desire to protect, the calling, and dare I say it, his respect for Aaron.

In theory, I really like this conversation. In practice this conversation manages to drag not one, not two, but all three of Minecraft Diaries main characters to their lowest points. In this scene Laurance proceeds to berate Aph for her feelings, invalidate previous lines he said about Aaron, completely betrays his own character and motivation, and forever ruins his character arc. And that's not including how much of a fucking asshole Garroth is in this scene, like Laurance was being bad, but Garroth saying "You were lucky to come back alive" after Laurance was forcibly raised into undeath??? Not cool dude.

The entire scene also reduced Aph into just a grieving widow. She's so grief stricken she can't even stand up to Laurance, which could be good in theory, but I just don't like it. It just doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel like the character I've been following. Aph has always been a proactive and reactive character, bad stuff happens and her response is to do something about it. This scene makes her far more passive and while I don't object to her grieving, this just isn't it. I can't explain it better than that, it just isn't it.

As stated before, Garroth may have had some good points but completely lost all merit he had in this argument when he hit Laurance with that line. That was just uncalled for.

And poor poor Laurance. Let's just give a quick rundown on things in Laurance's life that greatly impact the way he views death: His parents dying when he was a kid, his lord dying while under his watch, seeing someone he knew was dead walking around alive, literally actually dying and being forcibly raised into partial undeath with a great curse to bear and no control over any of this happening, his best friend sacrificing their life to save him, AND losing his OTHER parent after being thrown 15 years into the future. Laurance has been a victim of death and it's many ways of truly ruining someone's brain in ways we mortals aren't even able to comprehend.

He would never yell at someone for grieving. He would never get mad at someone for being sad that someone they care about is gone, no matter how jealous he can be. He would never see Aph with tears in her eyes and keep yelling. The only circumstances I could see him doing this under is if the calling is influencing him, but that isn't explicitly shown to the viewer or ever even implied to be the reason for this outburst. We are just expected to take this at face value. That his is who Laurance is, who he has become.

And it's not Laurance. I don't know who it is, but it's just not him. It's someone else who's using Laurance's likeness to prop up the story of two people falling in love and losing each other that takes longer than Romeo and Juliet and manages to somehow be worse than that. In a sick and twisted sense, Jess is how we've all been headcanoning the Shadow King, turning Laurance into her little puppet that she can control to do whatever she wants when the plot demands it, previously established character be damned. She didn't write this scene because she wanted to explore Laurance's character, she wrote this scene so fans would get off her back.

Laurance deserved better than this.

cutting myself off here because if I keep going I will just rewrite this entire episode in real time for the third time

[changelingsandothernonsense]

1 & 5 for erra, 8 & 13 for josh, and 17 & 18 for sydari! feel free to pick and choose if you don't wanna do em all <3

Helloo! I rambled a bit again.

Erra

1. What kind of person is your OC in a crisis? Are they calm and collected? Do they panic? Or are they chronically the cause?

Crisis? There's a crisis? Well, Erra's your guy. He's been trained to remain calm in the face of Vvardenfell's worst creatures and take them down without them alerting anyone else. When Blight is the biggest crisis to hit your town since well...ever...you're going to call on the guy who has experience in handling it.

Erra has a lot of patience and does his best in situations that have a pressure point. It's why he's the Nerevarine's Shield. When the Incarnate can't come to the table (usually because he's lost in his head) Erra's the one who will speak on his behalf. It's an unusual choice according to the Councillors of the Great Houses, who look down on the Ashlander addressing them but he has good rapport with the Redoran due to his work in keeping the Blight contained within the Ghostfence.

He is very good at maintaining a calm, public facing persona but he will most likely need a few days to recover after the danger has passed. Boy gets stress migraines.

5. Does your OC have a signature weapon and/or attack? How long did they train to master it?

Erra primarily uses the Bonebiter Bow of Sul-Senipul, an enchanted chitin bow that once belonged to his Great-Uncle, the last Ashkhan of the Urshilaku. It was retrieved by Josh during his Harrowing that Erra may or may not have sneaked along for. Since Josh has no use for a bow he gifts it to Erra as a thank you for getting him through the whole ordeal.

Erra, like most warrior class Urshilaku, started learning how to shoot very early on. Once an infant is walking it is assumed they are ready to learn to ride a guar. If the child can ride a guar then they can shoot from its back. This results in a lot of very young, experienced archers who can merge on a target quite quickly. Erra was a talent amongst a culture that prizes mounted archery above all other types of combat.

He has a thing for not wasting arrows and endeavours to take down opponents as quickly as possible. Josh calls it the three hit rule, no target should take more than three hits to down, and Erra aims for the base of the skull. Usually this is more than enough, though he'll finish off an opponent with his keris if need be.

Speaking of, he also carries a chitin keris with him for melee purposes. The thin, curved blade tends to get the job done.

Josh

8. What was your OC's most embarrassing moment? Does it still bother them or are they able to shrug it off?

He's had a lot thanks to the power of alcohol, though one sticks in his mind specifically because Geldis chose to immortalise the thing when they opened their cornerclub in Raven Rock.

He was a few days deep into a bender and had passed out in an alleyway by the docks as he usually does. He strips off all his dirty clothes at some point before he stumbles about the docks singing off-key. He gets a brilliant idea about netches and decides to see if they really do absorb food through their skin. He throws whats left in his bottle at the closest netch and immediately get stung in the chest before being vomited on.

It's the tiny details of the story that are embarrassing.

13. How important are romantic relationships to your OC? Do they prefer casual sex, short flings, or long term relationships? Do they want to get married or are they content with what they have? Or do they have no interest in romance whatsoever?

Josh has a lot of complicated feelings in this department. For him, sex isn't all that complicated or intimate. It's just a thing he does to get his mind off of things. There's no emotional connection to complicate things and he gets to pretend he's not lonely for a little while. It's win-win for him.

Emotions complicate things, he doesn't have the best track record when it comes to relationships and he puts this down to a few things. Mostly he puts it down to him being a fuck-up. Most of his flings fizzle out the second he asks his partner if they want something more than sex. It's led to him being a little cynical of the whole thing and he will often avoid sex if he's really starting to feel things for someone.

Josh kinda places his first relationship on a bit of a pedestal. He's afraid to put himself out there again because he fears a repeat of what happened with Erra. It just sucks that when he does put himself out there again he gets smacked about by the Oblivion crisis and again with Red Year. He abstains from more intimate connections for two centuries before he opens himself up again and when he does he ends up burning it all down just as quickly. He knows he doesn't deserve a second chance.

Sydari

17. Does your OC have an enemy? What happened between them? Is it mutual or one-sided? Is it petty or serious? Is one party seeking revenge? Does one person want the other dead or are they content to hate them from afar? 

Sydari essentially tore apart her life in an effort to get revenge on the head of the Thieves Guild. If Mercer Frey thinks he can get away with trying to take her out then he's got another thing coming. Sydari burnt everything she held dear just to watch the life drain from his eyes and he still won in the end.

Mercer Frey took her voice and her family from her. She might have won the guild but she had to sell her soul to two Daedra in order to do it. She finds that she can't stand coming home to an empty home or worse, having to look her estranged husband in the eye as she passes him in the hallway or at the market. She takes a job that gets her as far away from Riften as possible and unwittingly finds herself embroiled in someone else's quest for revenge.

18. Has your OC ever had a prophecy made about them? Was it a big deal or did they ignore it? Was it straightforward or cryptic? Did it ever come to pass or did they circumvent it?

When Sydari first consumed a dragon's soul, it was on her way from Markarth to Winterhold with a stolen rubbing of the Falmer script. It was exhilarating and terrifying all the same. She had struggled to speak for a few months after Mercer slit her throat and now she was back at square one. Completely unable to speak and reliant on having to write notes- which she admittedly was still not great at. She decides to put off going to High Hrothgar in favour of more pressing matters with the Guild. (read kill Mercer Frey).

She ignores the Greybeards call for three years, in that time she gains control of the Thieves Guild then goes a bit AWOL on Solstheim whilst she "secures the Guild on the Frontier/ I'm in an on again off again relationship with the local arsonist and the local grave robber and I can't choose which one I want to take home".

One night she hears a knock at the door and is met with Irileth, who's ready to drag her back to Skyrim. She faces this prophecy reluctantly but ultimately rises to the occasion. As much as she hates to do it.

[milliestars4]

All the time they had

Azriel x Gwyn

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“They thought they had time - all the time in the world”

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, DepressionGrief/Mourning, vomiting

This was the fifteenth apartment they had looked at, and it was raining outside.

Melodic scatters of thin and fat raindrops tapped against the old, peeling windowsill - they would need to re-paint that, Azriel thought. Once they'd moved in. The windows themselves were lovely: a mahogany-looking wood stretched across the four large glass window panels, from which provided the perfect view of an elderly lady perched on a bench outside, despite the drizzle and dark clouds looming above.

In the singular bedroom, Gwyn was accordioning the carpeted flooring, crouching and running her slender fingers atop it, when Azriel walked in. "It's the wrong colour." she said.

"That's not a problem," Azriel said. "It matches the drapes."

"Well, I suppose you aren't wrong." Gwyn smiled, rose colouring her freckled cheeks, her teel eyes glimmering as Azriel smiled back.

"I think this is the one." He told Gwyneth. "It's lovely."

“It needs a lot of work,” Gwyn started, but was soon cut short as her husbands’ lips pressed gently against hers. She pulled back, “It needs time.”

"Something we have a lot of," he gazed down at her "we can do it together."

++

It was raining outside, the sky's tears hit the top of the umbrella as a numbness washed over him.

The vague scent of sodden mud underneath the squelching of dark shoes overwhelmed his ears.

There was a sting at his already-sodden cheeks - another tear falling, mocking the wish to bleed dry of them. Many tears fell after that.

The stings brought him back to reality - back to the view of the mahogany coffin littered in flowers and soil. A final goodbye that he'd rather face burning tears tenfold than to glance at once more. A final goodbye burning greater than the haunting of a piercingly empty sky - vacant of any light.

A firm, calloused hand grasped his shoulder, then another the other side - holding tight. A grounding sense amongst a drifting mind, numbness the only grasping emotion as a cry broke from a sister's lips. A sister that felt the great vacancy as vividly as he did. He assumed.

"Goodbye," he told the coffin, "I love you, always." he told the sky.

++

"The place is a work in progress." Gwyneth said, folding her arms. Azriel found her enthusiasm admirable - she hadn't even been affected by the horrors of moving day; the two of them had been stranded in the elevator for three hours. Gwyneth laughed during the entirety of the whole ordeal.

"I'd hope so," Cassian laughed from the place on their new couch - most likely basking in the smugness of helping to load it in. "I am surprised Az's germaphobe ass hasn't had an aneurysm yet."

Gwyneth huffed a laugh, moving to sit beside him, shoving at his shoulder, "you'd be surprised to hear that Azriel only had positive things to say about this place, much to your dismay."

"There's a first for everything, then," his brother replied, "shove that in his face every time he cries about getting paint on those overly expensive gloves he wears."

Azriel finally cracked a smile, "shove it up your ass, Cass. This is mine and Gwyneth's work in progress." he said as he took the last remaining place beside his wife, draping an arm over her shoulders, before placing a kiss to her temple.

"Just don't let little Gwynie do all the heavy lifting, okay?"

"I’m bored of this banter, where is my best friend?" Gwyn got up and wandered over to adjourning kitchen - small to some, perfect for those important.

Cassian stretched his arms above his head, letting out an exasperated sigh at the action, "they're calling themselves sisters, you know?" he smiled.

"So, I have heard." but Azriel could only smile at the thoughtfulness of his wife. And he couldn't wait for their time together, while watching her soft, joyous features twisting into gleaming smiles, and bright eyes.

++

The dim light of the musty motel room he was staying at was the first he'd seen since she left.

Cassian and Rhysand dragged his sorry ass out of their darkened apartment claiming he was unwell and needed to sort himself out.

The floral-prints scattering the old wallpaper had been his warping entertainment for the past five hours - with substances now running rampant through his body, he finally felt sane.Normal.

Who even used off-white, flowery wallpaper nowadays?

A key turned in his door, but his head was too heavy to move - by the sounds of a muffled fuck and approaching footsteps meant it was most likely one of his brothers there to lecture him; tell him that she wouldn't want to see him like this.

"It doesn't matter," he slurred, the whites of his eyes bloodshot, "she can't see me anyway." he said to no-one. He said to the world.

"Who are you talking to?" his older brother asked him as he emerged from the completely dark foyer, moving to crouch In front of his sprawled form against the wall.

His hair hadn't been washed since the hospital - shed run her perfect fingers though it for the last time that day - he couldn't wash her touch away. his shirt fit him like a second skin - drenched in sweat after his body flushed the last of his escape out of him, before he relapsed once more. His hands still clutched his spliff limply, between two fingers - unfinished and idle.

"I think you should stay with me for a bit, hey?" Rhysand placed a hand on his cheek, moving his face to look up at him, "so we can help you. Properly."

Azriel couldn't find it in him to respond, to accept the grace that 'help' would entail - if it meant her memory wouldn't chafe at his every pore, every cell he didn’t want it. He didn't want to lose the only thing he had left of her.

"Come on," Rhys stood, hauling Azriel up with him, supporting his waist so he wouldn't keel over. "Nyx is waiting in the car for you, too."

++

Azriel held her copper hair back for the fifth time that night as she hurled her guts up in their newly renovated bathroom.

"Nesta will be smug at the fact she was right about your light-weighted attributes." He laughed, stroking her back in methodical circles as she dry-heaved the remains of her stomach. Hopefully for the final time that evening.

"I am never drinking again." she said, her skin flushed and clammy, as she sat back on her heals - her shoes completely discarded in her hasty escape to the bathroom.

Azriel stood for a moment, leaving the room before shortly returning with a cool glass of water, and pressing it against her lips. "You're okay, Gwyneth, I will stay with you." he passed a gloved hand though her copper strands, soothing his wife as she regained her breath.

++

Azriel stumbled into Rhysand's bathroom, a drunken attempt to empty his stomach of all his mistakes, but he didn't make it in time. Instead, he vomited across the tiled flooring and immaculate matte-finished shower, crumpling into a ball onto the floor. Completely covered in it all.

Someone must have heard his commotion as footsteps sprinted up the two flights of stairs to the guest bathroom, almost knocking the door for it hinges in the entrance. Azriel was too tired, too ashamed to look up.

"Oh, Az," they sighed sadly, "let's get you cleaned up, hm?" Feyre's motherly voice sounded in his ears, before she took one of his scarred hands in hers, and grabbing her phone with her other.

Rhysand was home ten minutes later.

++

"I don't know how to make it better." Azriel whispered brokenly to Rhysand who sat next to him on the couch - Rhysand has cleaned both Az and the bathroom before dressing his brother and easing him to sit. "I only feel her."

"You will heal, you will get better, Az. This will get easier. With time."

[radiokathryn-if]

What are the RO's like when they're jealous/how jealous do they get?

Nate is a fucking hypocrite, that's what he is. He's an insanely jealous person but if you express jealousy over him???? he'll cut you off for at least a week! It's like he forgets he's not the center of the fucking universe and that societies rules also apply to him. His jealousy manifests in anger and he might take it out on you but he usually takes it out on something he can throw──because acknowledging you means you mean something to him.

Jealousy is a fickle thing for Eva. When Nate first started getting distant and not very subtle he was cheating on her Eva thought she would silently drown in her jealousy. But she's just so jaded now it's like jealousy doesn't even register anymore. Her jealousy manifests in the tightening of her jaw and the narrowing of her eyes but she won't acknowledge it more than that──especially if you're not together. Be careful though, she might just let go of her feelings for you if you let her stew long enough, she will not have another Nate situation.

Mica is used to jealousy when it comes to you, they've been through your crushes and relationships if you've had them before so they know the feeling well. They don't show it anymore, but when they were younger they'd get very standoffish and a bit mean. Now they take on the role of manager perhaps a bit too seriously and will threaten the other person in to making sure their intentions are... pure.

Detective Han's jealousy is... weird. They don't really get jealous or at the very least they don't know they're jealous. Very oblivious. If you catch the subtle tsks under their breath or the slight chip to their words you might wonder what's going on with them. If you plan on trying to make them jealous for a reaction you'll be sorely disappointed. Sorry 🤷.

José doesn't get jealous all that much, and if they do they'll try to address it right away. If they've learnt anything in their life is that they hate stewing on negative emotions. They'll bring up the topic the next time the two of you are alone to get through it. If they're in to you they're in it, you know? They need you to be on the same page.

Ji Han is something else... I don't want to say much because of potential spoilers because I have a jealousy scene specifically for him in the works... let's just say it might not be what you'd expect from him.

Fauve and jealousy is not a good mix. She will go through the five stages of grief in the span of an hour which will lead to her getting extremely drunk or sobbing in to a tub of ice cream. Once that whole... ordeal... is over she will turn the tables on you in an act of petty revenge──which sucks if you made her jealous unintentionally but if you tried it well... isn't this the repercussions of your own actions.

Jackson is a difficult one for me specifically. I can't see him getting particularly angry or mean nor do I see I'm getting aggressively protective. But he's not one to bring up vulnerabilities like jealously before you're serious in your relationship in which I can't imagine you actively trying to make him jealous? He'll talk through these feelings with you and that'll be that.

??? is protective in their jealousy. If you get to the point to where they're attached enough to actually be jealous then you get the fallout of making them jealous! ??? understands you're a popular person so they know not every interaction you have is one of to jealous over but if you're being hit on/doing something on purpose? Be prepared to be engulfed in a hug from behind for the rest of your interaction with the other person.

[lunar-rcp]

a new rcp oc/blog mascot!

Meet Clue! An inspiring detective who thrives to be just like her idols!

Clue is a bit of a scatterbrain. She's often seen either tripping or falling, even over air at times. To say she's a girlflop is quite the understatement. Despite her clumsiness, Clue never gives up and keeps pushing through. Clue always has hope for herself, no matter how bad things may get for her!

Clue looks up to the RCT, but the one she looks up the most to is Poli. When she was just a small vechile, Poli had helped her defend herself when she was accused of stealing something. And now, she aspires to be just like him. She wants to be the greatest detective of them all to make her idol proud!

Clue works on her own since many did not like her due to her clumsiness. This is why I gave her the counterparts of a wolf, as some may be lone!

Clue's charatcer development is going quite well. HOWEVER, at times she feels like she's the butt of the other rescue team members, she feels quite low compared to them. She is also quite emotional and an empath to the max, so she can react pretty heavily at argument sometimes.

Clue's special trait is her lie detector installed! You can't ever lie around her, she'll find out, no matter what!

Clue is pretty much more on the younger side, she's 19! Her birthday lays on May 1.

Clue's relationships ::

Jin: Jin had found her a bit too much to handle at first. She reminded her heavily of helly, as he can be a bit of a clutz too. But after seeing how badly she wants to achieve her dream, she's grown quite supportive!

Poli: The one she admires the most! Poli had remembered her a little from when she was younger, so he's like a father figure to her. However, he does get a little worried for the amount of bad luck she has at times. Despite that, he's rooting for his student at all times!

Roy: At first first meeting, he was quite heavily concerned about her due to her well.. getting in a lot of accidents. Despite that, the two did have something in common; both are total softies and empaths! They secretly watch a lot of romantic/dramas, the amount of times they had cried to the sad scenes is a little unreal.

Amber: She's like a precious little sister to her! Amber had always wanted to have someone to take care of as a little sister, and clue's the perfect canidate! However, Clue often ends up in her office due to the many injuries she sustains. (She's usually with Helly and Roy too when all of them get in silly accidents.)

Helly: At first, Helly envied her a little due to her nature of never giving up. However, after learning they do have some similar traits they become good friends! Sometimes, they like to go around the town to take pictures! (Clue does accidently photo bomb.. a lot..)

How did they encounter Clue?

Broomstown has been having problems due to an another incident again that made everyone lose their trust in each other. The RCT pondered outside about the whole ordeal, but then they encountered Clue tripping over and hitting poli in the head. After the both had them seen stars go round their head, Poli had realized that they had met before. After a heartwarming encounter, Clue goes about on how she can save the towns trust again. The rest of the RCT (besides Poli) was a little skeptical of this due to her clumsy nature, but gave it her shot. When Clue had really outshined her detective abilities, all of them were super impressed! And the towns peace was restored once again.

Clue is often not seen at rescues that require pulling, lifting or things such as that. She's more on the side when cases such as stealing, arguments etc. With her detective skills, she solves these cases all the way!

Clue would appear around season 7 as your typical side kick side charatcer. I'd say she would appear quite early in the series, so around episode 10-12! Her first episode name would be; The clue to a great detective!

She appears in season 7 the most, after season 7 she appears less, but does make a few cameos or even episodes in further seasons. She would also play a role in the safety series! She plays a more serious role in Poli's traffic safety series, but plays more of a sillier role in Amber's daily life safety series. (She probably had one focus episode where she probably broke something)

[interdimensionalvoid]

Okay I’m curious what is the target incident-

Oh boy you’re in for a wild ride strap in this is going to take a while

Strap in and buckle your seatbelts

So basically there’s this asshole we created named Sam gars (accidentally made an oc with canon brother lmaooooo)

Also this is part of the msa x sm crossover and vivi and Arthur were also a part of this

So it’s a normal day and the gang is shopping at target (specifically the chocolate aisle bc ya girl vivi needs it)

Be a shame if something were to happen

So ANYWAYS Sam Gars and his little brother Caleb (good kid. Friends with the hatz. Also knows Kevin and Streber bc of Ross bc I love the hc that Ross and Kevin are brothers)

So anyways Sam and Caleb walk by the chocolate aisle and Sam, THIS MF, decides to make a snide comment to Caleb abt Arthur and Streber being amputees. (Caleb hates it when Sam pulls shit like this, esp on his friends)

Vivi overhears

This is when shit hits the fan.

Vivi leaves the group to go find Sam bc she’s pissed that he made fun of her friends. Kev, Streb, and Artie don’t realize she left.

Meanwhile vivi walks up to Sam, taps him on the shoulder, and immediately punches him in the face (giving him a black eye)

The gang realizes vivi is gone when they hear a “WHAT THE FUCK DUDE” from a couple aisles over.

They all run over to see The Target Brawl

Arthur and Streber go to pry vivi (who is like a foot shorter than Sam, and winning) off of him, Kevin is kinda dumbfounded, and Caleb is panicking. Vivi is shouting at Sam and a couple kids in the store probably learn a LOT of new words that day.

Caleb calls the cops (which are John and Jack. Keep in mind that jack and Streber are brothers) bc what else is he supposed to do

This is when things get even wilder

They arrive, come to check out what’s going on, and Jack is like “streber? What are you doing here?” Meanwhile John is questioning a very angry vivi and Sam

Sam (this mf) tries to frame it as ‘I was just talking to my brother and she came up out of nowhere and punched me!’ Vivi (very rightfully so) corrects him.

Jack hears that he was being mean to his brother and absolutely flips his shit on him.

Sam is like ‘oh shit they’re brothers’

Caleb is panicking still

Kevin is glaring at Sam

Streber is still processing how quickly that escalated

Arthur isn’t surprised tbh that vivi did that but is like very overwhelmed

Vivi is still yelling profanities

So anyways John is like ‘you guard coming to the station.’ Sam tries to walk away, and John drags him by the collar of his jacket like ‘no you started this’

Vivi kicks him in the nuts on the way out (girlboss)

They all go to the station in the police car (streber gets front seat privileges)

Where Sam basically proceeds to get trauma dumped on and yelled at by jack

John tries to question Arthur abt Lewis but jack is like ‘lay off the kid’ and offers him one of the emotional support donuts John bought for him (bc the my fault spiral has started for jack Heehoo angst)

And yeah they also give Caleb a donut and let him go bc he’s stressed

Also jack may or may not cry a little after the whole ordeal

And that’s the story abt how they got banned from that target

Sam can no longer go into the candy club or go-nuts

He went to go-nuts once after and bc streber works there when streber was ringing him out he charged him double

The gang bought pizza with it lmao

Also Caleb and Ross are both like you’ll never believe what happened’ abt the same event (bc Caleb was there and Kevin ranted abt it to Ross)

Yeah this is just a summary of it there’s like 18 pages dedicated to The Target Incident lmao

@jesterspin

@crossover-enthusiast feel free to add anything I missed

[theladysherlock]

If you're using the character questions post as an ask meme - hit us with 5 and 9 for both Ethan and Mina

I hadn't planned on it but I'm sure as hell going to now!! Thank you for an opportunity to spout some nonsense I love to do it

5. What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances?

In the final battle of the campaign, Ethan's mom (one of our most beloved NPCs) got swallowed by a giant entropy monster and, unlike every other character that got eaten, did not get spit back out when the monster died. He had only reunited with her a few weeks ago, and had spent a good chunk of that time desperately trying to keep her alive, so needless to say he did not take it well. (She's alive, somewhere, but that's a problem for the next campaign) Ethan's not a particularly stoic guy, so he also cried after a particularly emotional dream, when he got cursed to age up 20 years all at once (he got better), when he was on a weird time travel adventure where his mom asked for his help giving him up for adoption, and after getting plastered while the most cringefail man in the world left some hints that he might be Ethan's biological father (he's not, btw, but it was very taxing in the moment). The boy's had a rough go of it, but unfortunately for him I love to put him through the wringer.

Unlike Ethan, Mina is very stoic and hasn't cried in years. She came close after an overwhelming wave of homesickness hit her during a session, but I think the last time she actually had a good cry was when she finally got an apartment and had a steady place to live after being transient for over a year. She's a ticking time bomb of tears, though. We just haven't had a chance in-game to really let that happen.

9. What is their favorite holiday? 

Ethan loves any excuse to throw a party for his friends, so he's a big fan of a lot of them, but I think his favorite is Halloween. Mostly because he gets to wear stupid costumes for the bit. I wouldn't say he's the kind of guy to start counting down the days until Halloween in June, but come October 1st he's probably thinking about decorations for the house.

His least favorite is probably Father's Day because he has three (four, depending on who you ask) Dads and they're all dramatic and petty as hell, so the whole day is a goddamn ordeal. He'd much rather just do something nice for their birthdays individually and leave it at that.

Mina is not one for holidays. I think the closest she comes is celebrating her birthday, though it's a much more subdued event than it used to be when she was younger. When she was with her family, every birthday party would be a massive feast; now she just gets herself a small pastry or something.

Her least favorite holiday is New Year's. There's nothing wrong with the holiday itself, but her first week of being homeless coincided with the city's New Year's Eve celebrations, so she's a bit bitter about it. Plus, she's a street sweeper by trade, so any celebration that ends with confetti all over the ground pisses her off.

[nine-of-words]

You’re acquitted on all counts.

When the trial is over, you sit in your defense lawyer’s office, ostensibly to finalize payment. You’re still in disbelief that the results swung so far in your favor. The office is quiet, save for the sounds of your lawyer’s fountain pen scritching on the notepad in front of them as they write.

“Thanks again, you really saved my skin- I don’t know how you pulled it off.”

“Oh, specifics are unnecessary, really, as long as the outcome is correct. Don’t you think?”

“Right. I probably wouldn’t understand it anyway. Probably a lot of legalese.” You laugh nervously, like it will assuage the growing sense of dread you have about this situation. Things went too well for this to not cost an arm and a leg. “Almost like… magic, or something.”

“A deal is a deal. And I pride myself on providing results.” He says simply. You can’t help but notice he doesn’t elaborate further.

Minutes tick by with only the sound of pen scratching. You shift in your chair, too tense to attempt more small talk.

“So, uh, how much do I owe you? I don’t really know how this sort of thing works.” You speak again, finally. “Do you want my card? Or like… gold?”

“You said previously you would pay anything. And I’ve decided ‘anything’ has no monetary value.”

“...Really?” It seems too good to be true, but relief courses through your body. You certainly don’t have the kind of money to pay for a lawyer whose work is that effective. “That’s so kind of you.”

“Just sign right here, and our business will be concluded.” He slides a lacquer tray with a stack of documents and a neatly aligned pen across the desk towards you.

You look at him directly for the first time since you’ve sat down as your hand reaches out for the pen.

You’re immediately hit with a sense of dread.

Your lawyer seemed average enough when he took your case.

But sitting here now, he almost looks too normal. Too perfectly put together for someone who’s seen any wear and tear of daily life.

A suit so pressed that it looks like it’s directly lifted from a page in a catalog. Facial features that are an assault of symmetry. Every strand of hair and freckle and pore you can see evenly spaced, even mathematically so. Were his teeth always this straight and even?

You decide to ignore these new details- obviously you’re just stressed and overly emotional from this whole ordeal. You glance at the text on the document- all fine print. You probably should, but there's no way you’re going to read all of that. You need to get out of here.

You hastily take the pen and sign where indicated.

After a socially acceptable amount of closing chitchat, you make up an excuse to leave and see yourself out of the office, hoping your departure appears less like the blatant fleeing that it is.

The door closes with a punctuated click. 

If you were still in the room, you would see your lawyer’s pen continue to scratch at the paper in front of him for a few moments past when you left the room. 

Then, he stops and sets the pen down, idling a moment before pulling open one of the desk drawers. He pulls out a simple hand mirror.

Holding it up to eye level to examine his reflection, he sees the same unnerving details that you had seen starting to seep through to the surface, only a short while ago.

Ugh, no, this won’t do at all. He thinks to himself. This old visage is barely holding up at this point.

The lawyer’s fingertips trace over the lines that he had been putting on paper. As it turns out, it’s not some sort of important legal missive as you had thought, but an intricate, meticulously drawn sigil. There’s a low thrum of energy coursing through his fingers until he gradually brings the motions of his hand to a stop.

Then, he brings the mirror up to his face once more- the reflection now your face.

Much better.

You are in court for murder, when your lawyer shows a video of a sports game with you in the audience and proves that you are innocent. However despite having the ticket and the claims of having gone to the game, you actually did commit the crime and have no idea what you just saw on the video.

[chuuyascumsock]

Holding you, Holding me [Week One] || MINORS DNI

Summary: Dazai hurt your feelings, but he knows just how to make up for it.

Tags: Dazai Osamu/Reader, Female reader, Hurt/Comfort, 3.1K Words, Fingering, Gentle Sex, Cuddle-Fucking, Soft-Dom Dazai, Petnames (Baby, Darling, Sweet Girl, etc.), Slight Cockwarming/Plugging, He’s Not The Pullout King For A Reason, Physically Unable.

Sinners: @pe4rl-diver , @sakui1 , @mxya-dreams , @runs-withscissors , @writingandmusing , @mairia-chan , @dearestwitchtrials

As much as Dazai slacked off on the office aspect of his job, missions never allowed much leniency with his usual shenanigans and horrid procrastinating tendencies, especially with so many lives at stake.

You think you do a pretty decent job at giving Dazai his space when need be, but it had been nearly a month since you had last seen him or even talked to him. Being a detective and getting into so many life threatening situations, it wasn’t a surprise that he only carried around a small device given to him by the agency to keep in touch with other members, though he occasionally found a way to ping you from time to time on it or forced— ahem— politely asked Ango to pass on a message from him. When he finally returned, you couldn’t help yourself but be all over him, wanting to follow his every step and cling to him as much as possible.

Dazai was already tired and grouchy from the whole ordeal of having to put up with so many people for so many days, feeling the overwhelming need to be alone. He tried his best to ignore the small pinch of irritation in the back of his mind when you clung to him as soon as he walked through the door and bombarded him with questions about his well-being, knowing you were merely being a caring partner to him.

But when a couple hours passed and you continued to follow his shadow and attempt more conversation with him, he couldn’t help but let a sound of annoyance huff through his nose and speak in a monotone, “Don’t you have any concept of personal space? I clearly don’t want to be around you right now.” If he wasn’t thinking about how he worded things before, he definitely did after he glanced over and saw your face.

First, you were taken aback by his words and tone, having never experienced Dazai act like this towards you before— and then the hurt settled in quickly after, expression falling, brows lowering, and lips parting just barely. You try to find words to say, but nothing comes out. There’s a subtle ache in your chest and lump in your throat and you think about how embarrassing it is to get so worked up over a couple of words and how you probably looked like an overly-emotional mess to Dazai. Doing your best to keep yourself from crying, you advert your glassy eyes and tilt your head down, nodding with a barely comprehensible, “Ok...” Before shuffling away to another part of the apartment to leave him alone just as he wanted.

Dazai regrets what he says to you almost immediately, but can’t find it in him to follow after you or say anything at the moment.

When you don’t sleep next to him that night like you usually do after his longer missions, he knows you’re still upset by his words as you lay near the edge of the futon, back facing him. It only gets worse when he tries to pull you in and curl up against your back from behind, your hands moving to pull him off you and put distance between you once more. He murmurs your name in a near whine, only feeling the regret hit him tenfold when you throw his words back in his face, “Don’t you have any concept of personal space?”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Dazai sighs, trying once more to cuddle with you— only to get the same treatment once again.

“You’re not,” You mumble, pulling your separate covers up more to shield yourself from him, blocking any further attempts of him trying to hold you.

Dazai is unable to hold back the frustrated noise that slips from the back of his throat as he gives up and lays on his back to face the ceiling, a distressed expression etched on his face.

Just how was he supposed to show you that he was sorry?

It only takes around an hour until Dazai gets an idea, a lopsided grin spreading across his lips as he glances over to your already unconscious form. After sleeping on it, Dazai wakes up before you for once and gets ready to go into work, taking the time to sneak a kiss onto your forehead as you sleep before taking off.

You go about your own day, noticing that Dazai had woken up before you and left without waking you up to even tell you, souring your mood further. You know that you were partly to blame because he tried to fix the issue and you turned your back on him, but you weren’t about to accept a half-assed apology from him after the way he spoke to you. By the time you get back home from work, you don’t feel like making dinner, but you do anyway— even if you are still mad and undeniably want to just leave Dazai to fend for himself for the night. Because you know that if you don’t, he’ll most likely eat half a can of crab meat and drink a bottle of sake, or maybe not even eat at all due to his concerning eating habits.

You’ve most likely dulled your cooking knives in the process as you aggressively chop ingredients like they owe you money, tossing them messily into a stirring bowl after with the rest of your ingredients. Your eyes flicker to the clock a couple of times throughout and you notice that Dazai is late which causes your eye to twitch. “Oh, so he’s just avoiding me now completely? That…” You trail off, muttering to yourself angrily as your movements grow more tense.

When you hear the front door open, you don’t make any move to greet him at the door like you usually would, too distracted and upset to care that Dazai had finally come home. It’s only when you feel his lanky body press against your back that you break out of your stewing anger to tell him off before a bouquet of purple hyacinths is held in front of your face and keeps you quiet. Your head turns to look over your shoulder at him, squinting momentarily as you take in the way his lips quirk up at your silence, meaning he was already a step into being forgiven.

“Hey, sweet pea,” Dazai’s soft tone nearly makes you melt, but you turn away from him and keep cooking despite the flowers in your face. A frown crosses his features for a moment before washing away, not deterred one bit by your attitude. “Baby…” He trails off, bringing his free hand to your own in order to grasp your wrist lightly and stop you from cooking further. “Don’t ignore me, please? I missed you all day,” He tries coaxing you into moving away from the counter, but you stay put.

“I’m not ignoring you, I’m giving you space,” You emphasize. “Cause you don’t wanna be around me.”

Dazai loudly groans, placing the hyacinths aside to wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face into the crook of your neck. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, ‘donna. There’s nothing more that I want than to be around you all the time…”

You wriggle in his arms, only to feel them squeeze around you tighter as you attempt to free yourself. “Yeah, well that still doesn’t change the fact that you said it and it hurt my feelings…” You continue to struggle for a bit until you give up, doing the only thing you can do and lean back against him.

“I know, I suck,” Dazai muffles into your neck, pressing kiss after kiss against your skin. “I was irritated and I took it out on you— m’sorry.” His kisses trail up to your jaw and then your cheek, lips smothering your flushing skin in a flurry of sweet pecks. “Don’t be mad at me anymore?” He begs, lengthy fingers inching their way underneath your shirt to run along your soft skin.

“I didn’t see you for a month,” You start, just on the verge of letting it go when one of his hands teases the waistband of your shorts.

“And it was terrible, sweet heart,” He responds with a pout, lips moving to your temple as his hand under your shirt caresses your stomach soothingly.

“I really missed you,” You whisper, subconsciously leaning further into his touch. “And you were really mean.”

“I’ll try not to do it again,” Dazai promises as he pulls back, moving back down to finally press a slow and tender kiss to your lips.

You finally give in, knowing that you couldn’t be upset with him for too long, especially with the month long distance that you had just experienced. You kiss him back lovingly, tilting your head for a better angle as you reach a hand back to grip into his dark hair. When you pull away, you give a small sigh and mumble, “Okay… m’not mad at you anymore.”

“That’s good,” Dazai smiles, moving his hands away from your shorts and out of your shirt. “But I still wanna show you how sorry I am,” He insists, scooping you up into his arms as he takes you into the living room to sit on the couch with you sat sideways in his lap.

“I was in the middle of cooking dinner,” You complain, but don’t try and escape again as you’ve learned your lesson the first time. Your arms loop around his neck and he gives you a boyish grin in return, wrapping his own arms loosely around your waist.

“Dinner can wait,” Dazai murmurs, tugging your shorts off carefully as he leans in to pepper the side of your face with kisses again. “This is more important, don’t you think, darling?” He drops your shorts to the floor, slender hand coming to run from your ankle, up your calf, to along the outside of your thigh slowly, squeezing the flesh between his lithe fingers. “Hm?”

You feel his eyelashes flutter against the skin of your cheek, lips finding their way back to your jaw as he waits for an answer. On one hand, you want to finish cooking dinner, but on the other— how could you ever pass up on the opportunity he’s giving you, especially considering how long you’ve gone without him? He’s working his way to your neck when you respond, mouth sucking softly at your skin to leave a hickey. “Okay, fine— but nothing too much, I still need to finish dinner after because I know you haven’t eaten today,” You compromise, sighing softly when he hums against your neck and then pulls away to admire the dark mark he made.

“Always looking out for me— more than I deserve. My sweet girl,” Dazai coos quietly, trailing his hand from the outside of your thigh to the inside, running his fingertips over the crotch of your underwear.

You can’t help but let your body meld against his, letting him arrange and touch you the way he wants to as his saccharine words overtake your senses. When he presses his fingers against your crotch, a low groan slips from your lips, face turning to hide in his neck. “No…”

“Yes,” Dazai chuckles, applying more pressure to press between your folds and rub along the fabric of your underwear against your clit. The man only grins further when your hips jolt at his touch, spurring him further with his soft touches and sweet kisses. “You know you do, sweet pea. Cause you’re the best girlfriend, right?” He revels in the way you whine at his pampering, unable to help the overwhelming need to continue until you’re a babbling mess in his hands. Which is why he’s quick to move his finger from your clothed folds to dip into your waistband and continue where he left off, rubbing at your sensitive nub with a gentle touch as he kisses your face. “Right?”

You choke out a moan, thighs pressing together tightly to trap his hand, but his fingers keep moving which has you squirming. “Fuck, ‘Samu—“

“Oh, so close, but that’s not an answer, baby,” Dazai chimes out, prying your thighs apart with his hands before slipping his hand back into your panties to push a finger into your entrance, grinning widely when you gasp. It doesn’t hurt when he slides it in, his fingers thin and your insides slicked with arousal already, but the stretch from his second finger entering has your gummy walls squeezing around him tightly. “Answer me,” He giggles, pressing his fingers as far as possible until the heel of his hand is rubbing against your clit.

“Nghh— right! Y-You’re right, ‘Samu,” You squeak out, rutting your pussy against his hand and moaning from the way your throbbing clit drags against his palm.

“Good girl, baby,” Dazai coos, curling his fingers with each pump to press against the spongy parts of your insides that make you desperately grind along with his touch, face burying deeper into the crook of his neck. “You’re so cute, sweet heart, humping my hand so desperately. Like my fingers that much?”

Despite wanting to wipe his cocky smirk off his lips, you can’t help but clench around his digits tighter at his teasing, encouraging Dazai to quicken his fingers and dig the heel of his hand as firmly against your clit as possible. When his finger crooked to prod at your g-spot once more, you fall apart with a pitchy keen, coming around his fingers as he watches on, enthralled with how you melt into his chest already spent from his attention. Panting softly, you whine at the loss of his fingers filling you up as he withdraws them from your pussy to bring to his lips and clean off your release.

Dazai hums lightly before pulling his fingers out and pinching your chin gently to tilt your head back to place a sloppy kiss to your lips, licking into your mouth to give you a taste of yourself. “Always so sweet, darling,” He then laughs quietly at your lulling eyes, “You look so tired already, but I’ve only just started, so don’t fall asleep on me yet, sweet pea.”

“But I said nothing too much,” You groan as he strips you from your shirt and panties, tossing them aside with your shorts before slipping his trenchcoat off his shoulders to have more freedom.

“Yes, yes, I know you did— and it isn’t too much— I know you can take it cause you’re my good girl, yeah?” Dazai persuades easily, satisfied when you give him a half-hearted nod while he shifts you on his thigh to unbuckle his pants with a hand, opening it enough just to allow him enough room to pull his stiff cock from his boxers. “Besides, you won’t have to do any of the work, how does that sound?” He adds, fisting a closed hand around his throbbing member a couple times to spread his pre-cum along his shaft before scooping under your knees and back to lift you up enough as to align himself between your puffy folds.

Tightening your arms around Dazai’s neck, you watch over your shoulder as his weeping tip nestles just barely into your fluttering hole, then sinking in slowly as he lowers you onto his cock. Dazai was never one to keep quiet, and he wasn’t starting anytime soon with the loud groan that falls from his lips as his head leans against the back of the couch. You can barely keep your own moan in, clutching a fistful of his hair at the nape of his neck while being lowered down until Dazai buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck,” He drawls out, moving to press his forehead against yours, a tender kiss placed to the corner of your mouth. “Can’t believe s’been a month since I’ve had you like this,” Dazai pants, keeping you curled up in his arms leaning against his chest as he tries to control himself from coming right then and there. “Missed you so much, didn’t mean to be so mean. Was just stressed, y’know?” He rambles on as his hips draw down before snapping back up into you again, a squeal tumbling from your throat as he sets a steady pace. And just as he promised, you didn’t have to lift a finger, holding onto him as he drills into your tight warmth with fervor, lips beginning to messily press against your face in search of your lips.

You would laugh at how near-pathetic he was with how desperate he was when it came to kissing you if he wasn’t balls deep in you and angling his hips to curve his thrusts deeper into your cunt, pushing you closer to a second orgasm. Instead, you meet his lips in a kiss, intense from the longing of nearly a month apart and no time to dwell on it before now when you’re finally close like this. It’s filled with teeth and tongue, his nose and forehead bumping against yours with every thrust. He huffs heavily into your mouth between kisses, refusing to pull away for even a second as his arms wrap around you tighter to hold you as still as possible as he snaps his hips against your ass, the bottoms of your thighs and ass jiggling when his hips kiss against your skin. “Please, please ‘Samu, I’m gonna come— wan’ it so bad,” You muffle between his heated kisses, hands curling and tugging at his dark hair.

“I know, baby,” His voice cracks, hips faltering momentarily as he finds stable enough footing to quicken his thrusts. His blunt nails dig into your skin as he can’t hold back from coming first with a loud whine, hips giving a few more rough thrusts as his cum spurts out to fill you until it’s spilling out and down his twitching shaft and balls.

Feeling him come undone, you’re close behind him as you squeeze and pulse around him, your own cum mixing with his. You’re too tired to speak, groaning weakly instead all the while falling limp against Dazai. Dinner and the flowers are long forgotten at this point, a distant thought in your mind.

Dazai tiredly chuckles, kissing you a few more times before relaxing back into the couch and settling you back down on his lap to keep you stuffed with his cum. “All tuckered out, hm? You’re cute.” He lets you rest your head under his chin, fingers gently caressing the skin of your arm in a soothing motion as he gathers his bearings. “We can worry about dinner later,” He pauses when you grunt at him, displeased by his words. “Don’t be like that, sweet heart. I promise I’ll eat as much as you want me to, just let me hold you right now, okay?” He whispers, placing a final kiss to the side of your head.

Dazai had an impressively ridiculous amount of ways to piss you off, but he always found a way to make you forget about it by the end of the next day.

[justyanderes]

hii !! congrats on the new blog ! so..seeing as you write yandere hxh (which we always love to see more of!!), could i request some yan!hcs of shalnark and phinks when their darling confronts them about their creepy behaviour? tysm in advance and im looking forward to seeing where this blog goes !

TY! :3 II hope you like these!!

tw: phinks mentions trafficking kidnapping and other unpleasant scenarios)

Shalnark 

*Just like with most things, confronting your boyfriend over the phone was easier. Mainly you decided to do it this way to not see his reaction to your words. 

*"-The point is I thought you only had the two near doors set up, Shal". 

You also didn't want to explain that you have been warned of his behavior for months and didn't consider it more than gossip. Not until you found a camera hidden within your apartment. 

*The camera you had found wasn't anywhere in your bedroom or bathroom but it still deeply unsettled you. Especially considering the fact that was where you spent the majority of your time when he wasn't home. You u doubt you can relax there knowing what you do now 

*"I think you're overreacting". 

Even when you are so sure he is berating you, his cheerful voice is consistent never raising or lowering from shame or anger

*You wish desperately that it would. Just to remind you that he is capable of understanding some human emotion. 

"So you don't consider what you did as a creepy invasion of my privacy?". 

For a moment it's silent, you hope he's taking a moment to consider your words but unfortunately that's not the case.

*"If we had a break in they would likely enter from that window". He explains slowly with extra emphasis on each word

"I never had any ill intention since I only did that to protect you. When I get home you'll have to make it up to me. For calling me a creep".

PHINKS 

*It should be normal for any boyfriend to come quickly after receiving such a call from you-

*You had gone off the road, thankfully managing not to hit anything. A car you hadn't seen coming turned out of nowhere and suddenly you found out that the brakes to your car were not working. 

*Needless to say you were a bit shaken up after the whole ordeal. 

The other driver left quickly after not bothering to check on you. once you were sure you were ok you called your boyfriend phinks- who said he would be there as soon as he could to pick you up. 

*Your house was forty minutes away- so you didn't expect him to arrive so quickly. You called him about five minutes after you crashed- And phinks ended up appearing a mere 10 minutes later, nearly giving you a heart attack when he opens your door and hurriedly checks you over for any possible injury 

*By this point you should have gotten used to this behavior. It still unsettled you. Most boyfriends weren't protective like Phinks, who took the matter of your safety to the absolute extreme. 

*You never were worried about kidnappers, mafia men or murderers and the like until you met him. Before you thought there was very little value anyone could find in you. Phinks would argue otherwise with the fact, whenever he tried to warn you of the topic of danger around every corner . "I think they'd try and take your eyes last once they were done with everything else". His explanation of what that exactly meant haunted you for quite a bit.

*He had been trying to protect you, and likely he had good intentions but still… with such warnings it made you a bit fearful and codependent and at this point you were tired of this whole situation

"I am grateful you came so quickly but it's not necessary…"

For you to keep me watching and waiting for something to happen to me… it's infantilizing and creepy is what you want to say. 

*"Are you sure you didn't hit your head?". Phinks asked, likely too concerned to think of what you were going to say. He doesn't take his eyes off the road. 

*There's no point in voicing your concerns any further, your courage all but dead so you keep quiet. You wish the rest of the car ride would remain silent, just so you could be left with your thoughts of what you could do next….

*Unfortunately silence wasn't something you often shared with Phinks.

*"I hate to say it babe, but I told ya your car was a piece of shit- But don't worry I'll get you a new one like i've been wanting to". 

[silent-sanctum]

Modern Headcanons w/ P4! Jotaro (2) + Bonus HC

Both him and his s/o would own dogs, the difference is that he prefers his to be fiercely alert, protective, and will leave no room for stubbornness (pretty much a great guard dog that will act as his star plat in a non-stand world).

His s/o would own a dog that is more family-oriented and is more sensitive to emotion, but at the same time can identify danger and can protect its owners from them. In that way, the household is balanced pet-wise.

Preferably, he'd adopt a Rottweiler as his companion dog for its protective and loyal temperament and bulky frame, while his s/o would adopt a Siberian Husky for its outgoing and loving temperament. To everyone's expectations, both dogs are close with Jolyne ever since she was still a baby.

Fashion wise, he still prefers to wear any form of either long coats or thick jackets, anything to pair with his inner clothing.

He's also into turtlenecks (to everyone's delight) and buttoned shirts with long sleeves and that was all thanks to his career of being a professor.

He's the type to make donations to good wildlife organizations as discreet as possible... only for said organization to announce during their anniversary that one famous marine biologist have been an active donor for their cause and awards him with the effort.

Since he's 6'5 and therefore tall as fuck, he can't ride majority of the attractions in the amusement park whenever Jolyne and his s/o visit the place.

Though he doesn't mind it all that much, his s/o feels bad for him instead and makes-up for it by buying treats for the family and take turns playing the carnival games to win prizes.

Speaking of which, the mindset of all carnival stall owners, that is their intention of scamming their customers of their money by rigging the games, will be thrown out the window once he comes into view because one look into his icy glare will send fear into their souls.

During his college years, he had owned a sleek motorcycle, but with his current life as a working man with a spouse and child, he traded that with an SUV- the latest model of the Mitsubishi Outlander.

when he's researching on a boat and is in the middle of a body of water, he met a single orca and a bottlenose dolphin on 2 separate occasions, and at some point, he befriended them and named the orca "Sushi" and the dolphin "Kishimu" (meaning squeaky in english)

Jolyne and his s/o were thrilled to meet them just as much as he was… internally. They were now officially the Kujos' unofficial marine pets.

He doesn't cry all that much and that's pretty much canon, but he does admit there was 1 movie that hit him hard that made him tear up.

On one of his free evenings, while their daughter was sleeping upstairs, he joined his s/o and decided to watch "Train to Busan" for the first time because of the whole zombie ordeal.

He expected nothing much from the film but action scenes involving zombies on a train, but once the movie intertwines the story of a busy, neglectful father and his estranged daughter, he found himself paying closer attention to the film.

By the end of movie where the father was bit and had to sacrifice himself to protect his daughter, was where his s/o felt the arm holding them tighten and a quiet sniffle was heard beside them:

You were sobbing by the end of the film but you heard a shaky breath caught your attention.

You turned to look at your husband beside you, and saw how his free hand was already wiping his eyes, sniffling with his lips pressed into a fine line. "Aigoo~ is my oh-so-stoic man of my life crying?"

"Focus on the movie, woman." Even from the way he said it, it was choked.

"It's done, dummy." You giggled through your tears and wrapped your arms around him. "You know it's okay to cry right?"

He grumbled back in return but he brought you on his lap, laying his head on your shoulder with his arms around you. "I didn't ask for this."

"You get more what you bargained for right?"

"Good grief."

He knows he's a very busy man himself and that he won't always be there for Jolyne, but seeing that scenario play out in the movie was almost like a reflection to his own.

It was like he felt the emotions of an alternate version of himself where he was like the protagonist of the film: A divorced father of a daughter who wants nothing to do with him.

And for the first time in a while, he becomes vulnerable for once and expresses that he's scared he might end up being too busy and lose this life he made with his spouse.

In this scenario, his s/o would always reassure him that in this world, he was doing good and that they'll continue to understand and love him despite his schedules, because in this world, he spends as much time as he can with his family, and as a result, Jolyne loves her father with all of her heart and his spouse was still married to him, loving and unwavering.

With that statement, he begins to tear up again and he makes sure they knew that explicitly, but they just kiss him softly on the lips and huff in endearment:

"you softie…"

[whumpzone]

Col Flashback 5

this flashback is another nasty addition to Colton's past. I'm very inspired by horror in general when fleshing out his captivity and I think this piece strikes that particular chord very well

CW: N/S/F/W, n0nc0n (mostly fade-to-black), dehumanisation, gang r/pe, humiliation, hurt no comfort, wishing for death, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, 18+

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Pet didn’t care to dwell on what he’d done to make his kidnapper come downstairs and announce he’d be doing something a little different today. He didn’t want to focus on the idea of bad behaviour- it only played into his Master’s hands. He tried to hold onto the knowledge that he wasn’t being bad, he was just putting his survival instincts to good use. He wasn’t a dog. He wasn’t owned. But that didn’t stop the man from clipping a chain to the collar around his neck and fiercely dragging him along.

The man pulled him up the stairs by the chain, jerking his neck forward until his body followed. There weren’t many steps, truth be told, between Pet’s prison and his chance at freedom. It was humiliating how quickly they reached the door- the true barrier keeping him from salvation.

He thought he could hear voices on the other side. The radio, perhaps? Pet hadn’t heard chatter in so long. Multiple human beings talking at once. It gave him a bit of strength he didn’t know he had. His kidnapper pushed the door open.

Pet couldn’t believe it. There were people here.

He gasped- fully, breathlessly gasped. Then he dived forward, collapsing roughly on one shoulder and pushing himself up as quickly as he could. He hardly noticed the chain fall slack as his kidnapper dropped it.

“Help me- please!” he screamed, shaking with emotion. “Please, god, please help me! He’s got me- me- in the basement and I, just please, call the police! Call the police, please, get me away from him!”

His so-called Master was going to be angry, he’d be furious and Pet could easily be beaten to death before the police arrived. Who the fuck cared? He had to risk it. He had to try. He couldn’t die in that basement without ever having tried.

He grabbed onto the trouser leg closest to him, holding on for dear life and begging with more conviction that his Master had ever got from him.

“Please, please oh my god, oh my god, I can’t- I can’t- I can’t-“

He was hyperventilating already, the horror of his entire ordeal hitting him at once. His brain had been shut off, an act of self-preservation, but now with freedom looking like it was in his grasp, the whole wicked affair was slamming into him and he was terrified.

He ran out of words and there was silence. Why hadn’t anything happened yet? Had he not begged enough, just like his Master always chastised him for?

Pet caught his breath. Where was the horror, the action, why wasn’t anyone calling the police?

That was when he looked up.

They had surely been there the entire time, but in his panic, he just hadn’t registered it. He had been overcome with the sight of other human beings. But there they were-

Erections. On all of the men. Perhaps he hadn’t seen them until now because his pleas for help had made them bigger.

A second later, when he blinked back into consciousness, he was screaming. This couldn’t be happening. He understood why his Master had dropped the leash so readily and left him like prey in the corner of the room.

“No, no,” he begged, watching them close in, smiles on every single face. “No!”

“He’s all yours. Remind him of his place,” his Master said, and Pet watched as the men finally transformed into sick, hungry wolves.

“No, please, please, please!”

He screamed all the way up until he was gagged. Someone to his left commented that they definitely couldn’t have their dick sucked, and another one laughed.

Two hands closed around his knees and pulled his legs apart. Another grabbed his chin and began slapping his face repeatedly until he was dizzy and choking around the gag.

“Stupid- useless- animal-“ the man grunted, finishing the assault with a closed-fisted punch, and Pet was sure he blacked out for a second or two.

He wished he was dead. He didn’t want to rot and die in the basement, he wanted to die right here and now. Before his underfed, bruised, naked body could be raped. He wanted to at least die before that.

His tears only made his sore cheeks burn more. He didn’t know who the fuck he was praying to- whoever was listening certainly hadn’t responded so far- but what else could he do, as he slowly gave up struggling and watched the first lucky man guide his cock between his thighs. He had been wrong, earlier. These weren’t human beings at all.

Please, just kill me, let me have a heart attack and die, let one of them strike me in just the right place, let this gag choke me to death.

He dimly looked around for his Master, but his search was interrupted as the first searing pain tore through his body. No preparation, no lube. They were treating him like he was an object.

His eyes finally found his owner, sat on a chair out of the way. Surveying. This wasn’t a party for his benefit- he wasn’t even aroused. This was just a punishment, and a treat for his friends. This was what it took for his pet to learn his place.

. . .

Pet didn’t know when he fully came back to reality. His body had been conscious for some time, sobbing as he felt every last bit of agony, but it took a while before he could let himself return.

Master reached down and put one hand gently to the gag.

“If I take this off, are you going to be a good boy?”

Pet nodded truthfully. It wasn’t because Master’s sick conditioning had finally worked- he was just too weak, too raw to even think about fighting back. Not when his friends had left so recently that any wrong move could have him inviting them back around.

A sick realisation settled over him, and it felt like a new chapter in his captivity had begun.

This would be hanging over him forever. As long as he was kept here, the property of another man, chained up in a basement without so much as a window- this threat would always be there.

His Master had proved to be a sick and violent sadist, but Pet’s mind clearly couldn’t stretch as far as his could when it came to the most depraved punishments on offer.

Being held down for hours, gangraped, abused, beaten- that would flash through his mind every time he thought about resisting. Every small instance of fighting back, spitting, screaming, any one could be the one that had him on the phone to his pack of rapists.

Master removed the gag. Pets didn’t speak until given permission.

“How was that, then? Did you learn your lesson?”

Pet could only nod.

“I asked you a question, slave, I expect an answer.”

He looked up, swallowing and flexing his aching jaw. “Please, kill me,” he choked out. His voice was hoarse from screaming.

Master studied him, raising his chin with one hand, and Pet knew from the way his stomach turned cold that even that had been a level of resistance he would never risk again.

“This is progress, my sweet dog. You’ve given up on returning to your old life, haven’t you? Deep down, you know this is it, now, forever. But I’m afraid you don’t get what you want. Ever.”

Master dropped his chin coldly. “You’ll stay alive as long as I say so. You were made to serve me, and that is what you’ll do.”

Pet was swiftly dragged back to his place in the basement and chained up. Master paused before he marched upstairs, and Pet waited for him to pass judgement, give an order, anything. He was all Pet had, now.

“Perhaps I’ll forgive you for embarrassing yourself like that, crying and asking for help. You’re lucky that my friends found it amusing. You took the punishment well, by the end.”

Pet just about managed to say thank you, and bend over to drink some water from his dog bowl, but that was all. He collapsed to the floor, making his chains clink together. He wasn’t sure if he was bleeding- his whole body was on fire, and yet felt strangely far away. Perhaps he was in shock. Perhaps his brain was just turning itself off again.

He was still breathing. He didn’t get his wish. Master had plans, and Pet was to stay alive to see them through. However, there was a part of him that died. Another piece of the jigsaw, another remnant of his old, happy, normal self. Gone forever, chipped away at, taken out and brutalised until it vanished completely. Pet couldn’t know how much more of himself he’d lose- and what manner of person would replace him.

[nik-the-bik]

Ok so I have some thoughts on Lanyon from yesterday and y'all are gonna listen

First and foremost, Lanyon, you bitch!!!!

Secondly, I don't blame you.

So like--here's the thing: Lanyon's immediate reaction is to help Henry, we see that. He cares about him! And his first instinct is to do what most any person with a soul would do when their friend's hurting and go after them. Points for you, Lanyon!

But then we get that lovely bit of *missing context*

Lanyon has no idea that Henry is going through Some Shit. To him, Henry just sprinted past in a panic with his hand over his mouth. Why's he freaking out? Could be that someone's experiment has gone wrong, or he forgot to set a display up, or he maybe really needed someone's attention and was searching for them. One of just about 100 little things that could go awry when planning a large event could be the straw that broke the camel's back and sent Henry into a flurry.

Lanyon has no idea that Henry's stress is anything but exhibition/society nonsense, and he had just LOUDLY declared that he was removing himself from the whole ordeal.

According to Lanyon, he's only put up with everything for this long for Henry's sake. Is his desire to back out now inspired by the best intentions? No. He's falling victim to a pattern of behavior that's a result of his upbringing. And while we hate to see him make a decision that we know will hurt others, on the other hand I have to give him points for acknowledging that he's not necessarily in this for himself and to want to step away to do something more in his interests for once. Doesn't Lanyon deserve to find happiness outside of Henry's?

And that's where the **TrAgEdY** hits.

Lanyon is being stubborn. So is Henry over here bottling up his emotions until they're literally tearing him apart. They both have this messed up way of seeing the world and they refuse to communicate with one another, so them both carrying on with their fatal flaws without realizing what the repercussions of that will be is what will ultimately lead to doom & gloom for both of them.

All in all, I just need these bastards to sit down and talk to one another, dammit.