#totally being a save scumbag

[midnightmoonbeams]

I was doing a 95-100% run of this game, and that meant doing things I hadn't done in like 10 years. Like this mini game. I can't remember if the time I played this game before this, I completed this mini game or not. I would assume so, given I was doing another 100% run. Buuut my memory is not the most accurate... soo...

From November 3rd, 2022

[endless-nightshift]

I started writing a follow up for my Shen yuan Airplane soulmates post, (which is currently spiralling out of my control) and I had to start digging around for a post I wanted to cite about about Shen Jiu (don't ask how we ended up there it's a long story) and I ran across a QinggeJiu post, only to immediately be struck by the thought that, maybe Shen Jiu didn't kill Liu Qingge,

A world where he loved Liu Qingge, want to love him, but was too traumatized to be anything but cruel and hostile towards people that make him feel vulnerable make the wounds he's so desperately tried to bandage shut start weeping a new, and so he keeps Liu Qingge at Swords length, giving him nothing but biting words and cruel action. And then he goes into seclusion in LingXi Cave, and on that final day of his seclusion he comes across Liu Qingge Qi Deviating. She Jiu wants to save him, but he's he can't.

Maybe he ties only to fail, maybe he tries but attempting to touch another person to give Qi, a part of himself, to someone else, a man no less. Is to much. It send him spiraling, he can't do it. By the time he comes back to himself enough to understand what's happening Liu Qingge is already dead.

And it's his fault. And he hates himself for it. For being weak.

He leaves the caves. He knows the rumors, hes never been a kind man least of all to Liu Qingge, he knows what kind of man the world believe him to be (what kind of man he is)

All crimes must be uncovered, and all wrongs must be righted. He clings to his mask through the accusations, through the trials, through the torture. Even at the lowest he cannot bring himself to let go of his pride, the only thing that has kept him alive this long. Cracking only when Luo Bingge brings him the Shattered remnants of Xuan Su.

And maybe, just maybe he lets himself wonder if he'll have the chance to see Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan again after his own inevitable death. And if he hopes for a second chance? Well that's for him to know and no one else.

[alexa-fika]

Hello, can you do injuredchild!dokucha x Cross guild. It was buggys fault because he was suppose to take you out on a little walk outside but he then got distracted and now he lost you. They try to find you, mihawk worried. After 2 days, they find out the marinies took you when Buggy wasn't looking.

Thank you, and make sure to drink water

Family Secrets (Cross guild x gn!child!reader)

A/N okay…. I totally missed the injured part of the piece but hopefully this is somewhat what you were expecting. GUYS I AM BACK, I THINK. MY THROAT STILL HURTS BUT PINK EYE IS GONE, I think, BUT I DID IT , BE PROUD OF ME

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stabds for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“Cruncle is going to be reallyy mad at Mister Clown if he hears what you said,” the child said, a frown on their face as they looked up at clown

“Bah, he won’t know. I'm no snitch. Are you a snitch?”

“Umm, I don’t think I should keep things from Dad and Cruncle…”

“You should, they could get mad, y’know?”

“Dad and Cruncle are going to get mad at me?!” They cried

“They won’t if you don’t snitch, that will make them happy.”

“O-okay, if it makes Cruncle and Dad upset then I won’t be a snitch!”

“Atta Kid, what does make them happy is for you to call me Uncle Buggy, to hear how good of a time you had with ol Uncle Bugg…!” Buggy grinned, only to frown as the child began tugging at his clothes, trying to get his attention again

“What?! Don’t interrupt me!” He snapped

“But Mister Clown, ships are coming to the island.”

“Yeah, yeah, those are probably more guild members returning after handing out rewards,” he brushed off, trying to continue his previous statement, only to scowl as once again he was interrupted

“But they’re marine ships…

“You little brat let me ta- HAH?!”

His words were promptly cut off as the sound of bombing began to be heard, heavy objects crashing around them; the last thing they heard was the shrill cries of their self-proclaimed uncle

“Oh, you’re Up!”

Dokucha looked up at the sound of the voice, finding themselves being carried by an unfamiliar man in a familiar uniform, upon realizing this, they were quick to scramble off the man with a startled cry

“Hey! Hey! Don’t worry. We are here to rescue you! We’re the good guys!” They exclaimed, kneeling next to the startled child

“Where’s Papa?” They cried, backing away from them

“Papa? Oh! Those slimy pirates must have kidnapped you. Don’t worry, we’ll find your Papa!”

“Dokucha, if you are ever captured, you must not let the Marines know about your relationship with me.” Mihawk started looking at the child in front of him

“No! I Want everyone to know about Papa!” They remembered screaming back at his father’s strange statement only to squeak at the glare the former threw at them at the interruption

“Sorry”

“Listen, it is to protect you. If marines were to know of your relationship with me, they would not be as kind to let you go, making it harder to retrieve you.”

“Harder to come back to Papa?”

“Yes, if they do know of me, you can come back with ease”

“I want everyone to know I’m Papa’s and how awesome he and Cruncle are, but if it means I can come back sooner, I will keep it a secret! I'm really good at keeping secrets!”

“I know you are,” he replied with a small smile, ruffling their hair

“Kid?”

“Ah?”

“Do you know the name of your father?”

“No..,” they sniffled climbing to their feet

“I see; well, just give me a minute. I will report back, and then we will be on our way,” he said pulling out a den den mushi from his coat

“Okay, sorry to make you wait, now let’s head to the ship. I'm sure your father must be close by, and if those scumbags got him, we will save him!”

“Ship?” They questioned

“Yes, we can help you look for him when we make contact with HQ.”

“That won’t be necessary.” A voice cut in

The blinked owlishly as the marine plummeted to the ground, grinning at the familiar figure standing behind them

“Uncle Daz!” They cheered, running and jumping to the arms of the officer

“Are you ready to go?”

“Are we going to find Papa?”

“No. I am already aware of his whereabouts; we are heading back to the guild.”



“Hah? Where is Papa?”

“He is handling the disturbance along with Crocodile; we will rendezvous at the guild.”

“That should be the last of them,” muttered Crocodile, glancing at the destruction surrounding him and his co-worker had created, a chuckle escaping him

“Something you wish to share?,” Mihawk muttered, shedding Yoru behind him

“Never took you for the protective type, Hawkeye.”

“What are you on about?”

“Don’t try to hide it; the kid affects you; there is anger behind your sword.”

“….”

“Has the fearsome Hawkeye gone soft on someone?”

“Hold your tongue if you wish to keep it, Crocodile,” he sighed as he walked away, letting the latter snicker away in amusement only for his amused smile to turn into a scowl around at words

“Not to mention, you have also been affected by them; I was not the only one blinded by rage in this battle.”

“Papa!” Dokucha cheered, running to the arms of the swordsman as he made his way into the guild

“I apologize I did not retrieve you personally. Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Uncle Daz found me from the marine guy,” they cheered, nuzzling into their father's embrace

“Did he hurt you?” He asked, a slight tightening in his hold at the words spoken

“No, but he kept insulting everyone! He was so mean, Papa!”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah! Such a meanie! He kept calling you icky names, but I did as Papa asked and never told him about you!” They grinned, throwing the swordsman a thumbs up

“I knew I could trust you with it, good job” he replied, a smile forming on his face

They beamed at his praise, giggling happily until a thought came to mind

“Eh? Papa, where is mister Clown?”

“Don’t worry about him. He is occupied at the moment; Crocodile is with him.”

“Oh! Is Cruncle taking care Of him? Is he hurt?”

“He is….taking care of him, yes. I will join him soon enough to clear some with the clown as well.”

Here we go, like I said I did miss that injured part but hopefully you guys like it? Im sorry I kept all of you waiting for so long, is everyone still alive? Also im sorry to the buggy fans but….he’s gone, he definitely ain’t surviving this

Taglist:

@Imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[daenysthedreamersblog]

LOVE YOUR WRITING OMG, scariest yet most sexiest things I have ever read.

I have a request if you’re doing them.

Basically Coriolanus has liked this new girl for awhile at the academy and she came off to him as like innocent and shit. Until he walked into a supposedly empty classroom where a teacher was fucking her from behind. He films it as evidence and essentially blackmails the teacher whilst saving her from a possible sexual attack?

Only now he has that evidence, he can use it against her too.

totally don’t use this if you don’t wanna obv but I thought I’d try🤷‍♀️

idk if i understood the assignment bc i started writing and it took on a life of its own but i hope u still enjoy it 🥲

warnings: MDNI! smut, attempted sa, coercion, blackmail

He likes the way you twirl your hair around your finger.

He likes when you flip it over your shoulder and the smell hits him in the face, the way your neck is bared for him, how your pulse thumps under skin.

He likes holding the door open for you, how you smile up at him as you walk by, the blush on your cheeks, the small thanks you give him.

You're just so...cute, so modest and unexposed, that even the sight of your ankles peeping out makes him hard, the innocent color staining your face when he accidentally taps your shoulder to pretend he needs help finding something in the library.

He likes watching you, stalking you, whatever you wanted to call it he didn't care. He wanted you in some form, whatever you would give him he wanted it. You were a soft feathered dream, a fantasized version of every thing he had ever wanted in life.

That was just the light hearted yearning.

He knew you cunt would taste like sweet honey, as soft as a rose petal wrapping around his cock. He came too many times in his hand, multiple times a day imagining it, imagining you under him squirming and crying out for him. You were a virgin, you had to be, no whore would dress, act the way you did. There was simply no way, and Coriolanus would take you in, show you pleasure the made you cheeks burn with want, whimper out your desire for him...only him.

He just needed to get you alone somehow.

He stays after classes, pretending to be working in the library while he watches you do the same. After a while though, you leave disappearing deep in to the academy when you should have headed home. He waits a minute before following wherever you got off it, but the noise stops him.

"Please." His pants grow tight at the pathetic sound of your voice, begging. He crept closer, "I can't fail...my parents..."

Coriolanus sees you through the sliver of a door, sees you standing in front of your teacher clutching a paper, sees your scumbag of a teacher eyeing you in a way Coriolanus reserved for himself, the facade crumbling out from under his feet.

There was no way.

But then your teacher runs a hand over his mouth before leaning forward, "What are you willing to do for it?"

"Anything," You breath like the naive little girl you were and Coriolanus knows what he has to do.

He needs to have this, for himself of course, no that sounds wrong, to help you. Surely your teacher was coercing you into this and he needed to save you. His poor innocent girl being taken advantage of, no he won't have that. So he decided to film it.

"Take off your shirt."

You don't even act surprised as your fingers go to the buttons on your academy uniform slowly, shakily working your way down. Your teacher already has his dick out running slimy fingers down the minuscule thing while you shrug off your shirt.

"Bra too." You hesitate but reach behind and unclasp it letting it fall onto the floor, bare back muscles tense. "Now your pants."

"I..." You stammer out as he gets to his feet to come behind you.

He runs a finger down your skin, "You said you'd do anything to pass..." He slams you down onto the desk your surprised cry making Coriolanus's own cock twitch.

Coriolanus has enough, and he's done letting him touch you, so he barges in. "Get off of her." He knew he looked so gallant barging into the room to save you as your teacher stumbled back.

"It's not what it looks like." He stammered out, "She came onto me."

He wiggled the camera, "Seems I have proof otherwise."

Your teacher's eyes go wide, "Please."

"Leave her alone." He glared shrugging off his jacket and placing it over your bare shoulders feeling you shrink into his side, your daring prince. "And you will pass her...or else."

He gritted his teeth, "Fine." Then he's slinking out of the classroom slamming the door behind him.

"Thank you," Your soft voice says from beside him. "It's my own fault truly..."

Coriolanus grabs you by the shoulders to turn you to face him, "You could have come to me for help with school."

You blink up at him, eyes wet, "I didn't think-!"

"I know." He hands come around your face, "You didn't think." His thumb trails across you pouting bottom lip, eyes finally glancing down at your exposed body, your breast peaking out behind his borrowed jacket, and what once was hidden is on full display for him. You're there, right there under his palm, ripe for the taking, so he does sliding his hand down, slipping it into the jacket to splay his hand along your bare skin. "You've been a bad girl." He pushes the fabric back exposing you more cool air perking up your nipples, "Whoring yourself out to your teacher instead of coming to me, letting him look at you, touch you...you're so lucky I was there to save you."

You take a sharp breath as his thumb brushes the underside of your breast. "What are you going to do with the tape Coriolanus?"

"I could show the whole school, show your parents that they raised a little slut." His thumb passes over your nipple and you shudder, the movement pushing your body closer. "Or I could tuck it away somewhere safe where no one but me will see it." Your eyes quiver not looking away from his face as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. "Look at you, letting me do whatever I want to you..." Have you wanted him this whole time too? You must have if you weren't stopping him, must have thought about him just as much as the pink color stains your cheeks. He pushed the jacket off your shoulders letting it fall to the floor running a finger down your naked spin, arching your back, pushing your breast into his chest.

He dips down and kisses your lips feeling the lack of your return. "What do you want Coriolanus?" You mutter out as he kisses your jaw, your neck one hand kneading your breast, the other tightening on your waist. You knew what he wanted, why were you making him say it?

"Isn't it obvious?" He walks you back, pressing you into the desk hard cock digging into you.

He gazes down at you, at your parted lips, at the vacant angry stare glazing over your eyes. "Fine."

You bend at the knees to go to the ground in front of him unbuttoning his pants and pulling his cock out. You stroke a soft hand down the length of him swirling around the tip to gather precum before pumping you hand along his cock. Your lips press to the tip, you took a breath, and then open wide to suck him back. "Fuck." He groaned out at the softness of your mouth, the warmth of you. And because he can, he records this too. You take him deeper and deeper until he hits the back of your throat, tongue darting out to lick the underside of him, and he realizes you aren't as pure and innocent as he thought his hand gripping your face harder. "You like sucking my cock don't you." You don't answer just pull back to bob up and down his length, hand swirling around what can't fit. He groans hand coming under your chin feel spit spill out as you glide along his cock. "Such a whore for it. Was this your plan all along?"

Teeth graze him in answer, he laughs hips jutting out to shove himself deeper as you gag. You could believe your own ruse if you wanted, but he knew better. You wouldn't have taken him so willingly if you didn't want him, wouldn't suck his cock so good if you didn't want it.

Your tongue swirls around the head, sucking in your cheeks as you glide down him one last time before he's spilling down your throat. You stay there for a moment with his twitching cock in your mouth as you blink up at him. Then you pop off him climbing to your feet, "Coriolanus."

"Mhm," He watches the small trail of cum leaking out of the corner of your mouth.

"Are you going to get rid of the tape now?"

His hands go up, knuckle collecting the cum, before he shoves it back in your mouth. "No." He said tucking his dick back into his pants. "You'll leave me if I do." He takes your face in his hand caressing your tear streaked red face, "Come on I'll walk you home." You glare up at him as he smirks, "Never know what kind of creeps are out there."

[pixiatn]

Au of an au cause I miss iots

Basically Chase's stupid ass thought it'd be a ⚡SICK⚡ idea to go to the abandoned summer camp wawanaka, also known as the set of the cancelled show Total Drama Island, for a YouTube video (cause he's a scumbag YouTuber💀)

So obviously he convinces (lies to) his girlfriend and their friends about exploring an island for a video (not saying it's the location of a gruesome massacre that took place 15 years prior) and they agree bc chase is a big ass liar

I was thinking this group would consist of Chase, Emma & Julia because they're influencers then balance them out with Bowie, Zee, Mk and possibly Damien.

So Team Influencer pulls up to the island with their ghost hunting equipment, Bowie Mk Julia & Damien are typical "Gah, ghost aren't real, stupid🙄", as they're exploring around and recording. Eventually at some point one of them (I was thinking Damien or Emma) stumbles across the skeletal remains of one of the murdered contestants and flips the fuck out on Chase. Then the others also start to flip out on Chase and how he could just lie to them and bring them to a massacre sight

-§ Now at this point of the au, I'm pretty split on what happens next cause it can go either or for me, but the same time, they can impact which way the tone of the au goes.

Basically, Chases emotionally immature self can't take the heat/slander and scurries his punk ass back to the boat they rented to come to the camp and just fucking ditches them cause he's selfish

Or he's just like "ok, ok, we'll leave!" And when they head back to the boat, it's not there anymore cause it wasnt anchored down cause Chase forgot

With Chase being there it could add a lot more tension and aggressive ghostly encounters Team Influencer experience because Chase reminds the wayward spirits of the egotistical and selfish man that left them to save his own ass.

With Chase being gone (which now writing this all out, is kinda the one I like more) the ghosts are a bit more passive (but still y'know still super scary and unintentionally menacing) bc they see Team Influencer as being abandoned by their "leader" like they were abandoned by Chris §-

[panickedscribbles]

One thing that always sticks out to me when listening to The Protomen is just how terrible the people of the city are.

Like, a fairly standard assumption in Hero-centric fiction is that people, as a whole, are worth saving. Yes, there are going to be evil villains the hero must fight, and yes, there are going to be scumbags who really aren't worth the heroes effort, but generally there is good in the world and it is worth fighting for.

But that just straight up isn't true in these albums! It starts in Act II with the lynch mob from "The State VS Thomas Light", which I could sort of excuse. People do stupid things when they get caught up in the heat of the moment, and pack mentality is a powerful thing. But as things slowly get worse, no one stands up and says "this isn't right."

By the time of "Breaking Out", there are a grand total of two people willing to do anything about the state of the city, Light and Joe. Then following Joe's very public death, no one else stands up and says enough. Everybody just goes back to keeping their heads down and pretending nothing is wrong, for the next 12 years.

Finally, in "Hope Rides Alone", Protoman arrives to save the day, only to find he's entirely bereft of allies. There is no rebel alliance to help the conquering hero defeat the evil empire. It's just one man, standing alone against an never-ending army. He does his best, he fights his hardest, he gives it everything he's got, but it isn't enough. It was never going to be enough. Not alone.

And this is where the first real nail gets driven into the coffin. "We are the dead." The people of the city chant this as they watch their hero fall, but it's clear he isn't included in their mourning. They cry, not for their fallen warrior, but for themselves, for the fact that they will have to live under Wily for longer. They could step in, fight back, save Protoman. But that would mean risking themselves, and that's just not worth it. And I just have to drive this point home: a man is being beaten to death in front of them, and they're busy singing "Oh, woe is us, the Real Victims™ here."

Fast forward another few years to "Sons of Fate". Megaman arrives to finish what his brother started, only to be forced to murder the man he came to avenge. The crowd that gathers eggs him on the whole time. They don't care that the man he's fighting once fought for them. They don't care that he died trying to free them. They don't care that they're asking their new hero to murder his own family. They only care about themselves. Nothing has changed. No lessons have been learnt.

What else is there for Megaman to do except walk the same path his brother did, only this time with the benefit of hindsight. There will be no last stand, no heroic sacrifice, no warrior to stand between mankind and Wily's horde. This time they are on their own. This time they will have to fight for themselves, or they will be cut down. And Megaman is fine with either option.

I think that's a really neat direction to have taken things, and I'm looking forward to seeing how things finally change for the better in part 3.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

like i will never forget that dream made a joke about vikkstar raping tubbos sister and then had the gall to deny it bc like. i have seen that vod! he's fucking lying about it being out of context- the whole context is that lani mentioned she was in vikkstars bed. there’s no reason to question that in gameplay and vikkstar wasn’t even on the server when she played so it’d make no sense to ask about something gameplay related, and outside of gameplay… what else could you be implying? a thirteen year old says they’re sleeping in someone’s bed and you joke about having to talk to them. it’s a paedophilic rape joke he's too cowardly to admit to but he made the SAME EXACT JOKE a few years later except he was joking about raping kids and I don’t believe his shallow apology for five fucking seconds because he has a PATTERN of sexual jokes towards minors. HE GOT A MINOR TO TELL HIM HE LOVED HIM IN PRIVATE DMS. no amount of arguing it’s platonic makes it okay if your sixteen year old told you a grown ass man said that they had to say they loved him in DMs to keep their friend's minecraft farms YOU WOULD CALL THE FUCKING COPS BECAUSE THAT IS LITERALLY COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE FOR AN ADULT TO DO IN ANY CIRCUMSTANCES WITH A MINOR. plus his “i can totally know what a complete stranger wants without asking her (and I’m definitely not going to always assume she wants it bc i feel entitled to her body)” and his fucking hasty backtracking about it being with an ex like bro you were talking about hookups it’s such a pathetic save. every time i think about how much of a pathetic misogynist he is and how much he thinks children being raped is prime comedy I get so mad like legit i always try to take things in good faith and the best I can come up with is that he's a misogynistic creep bc THAT IS THE BEST FAITH INTERPRETATION OF MULTIPLE TIMES MAKING JOKES OUT OF CHILD RAPE INCLUDING HIMSELF BEING A PAEDOPHILIC GROOMER. he's at best a piece of shit and at worst a fucking paedophile and like don’t come at me with the allegations bro if you think raping kids is funny and edgy youre at best a creep and at worst a nonce. he's genuinely such a piece of shit. and this isn’t even getting into the constant racism, ableism, scamming, throwing random people under the bus for kicks, bullying, ect. he's an utterly awful person but he’s decent enough at hiding it that it’s not obvious until you have a full timeline of events. bc it makes it clear he NEVER stopped thinking rape was funny and that women are inherently lesser than him and that he can do whatever he wants to people as long as he adds a just kidding disclaimer and pretends to be a feminist when he obviously despises women. he’s a sick man and a manipulative scumbag and this is the BEST reading of him possible if you actually know what he’s fucking done and dig through the burying of it and outright lies he’s told.

[glitterguts13]

Stalker Billionare Scar and a heavily pregnant Rover that works at a convenience shop after being cheated on and kicked out of his apartment.

Scar frequents the shop for ice cream, tea and sometimes the snacks since he gets tired of the five star food.

There he sees a heavily pregnant Rover, panting while sitting on a barstool near the cashier.

Three months. Well, really, all it had taken was fifteen seconds. Just long enough for Scar to lay his eyes on the perfection that was Rover, but in total, he'd been in love with the man for three months. Every day after work, Scar made his way to the little convenience store four blocks from his apartment. A dingy little shop tucked away from any of the main roads, and nearly always empty save for the hardworking Rover. No matter how terrible a day he'd been having, seeing Rover always made it worth it. Clueless to Scar's disgusting wealth and never treating him as anything more than an ordinary customer. It was refreshing, to be seen as just another person. Scar made sure little gifts made their way into Rover's hands. Cold hard cash. As flustered as Rover always looked about finding the gifts left near his workplace, his home, or even on the way to work, he always tucked them away.

Not that he could afford to ignore it Scar made sure to do some digging. Some scumbag ex-boyfriend had knocked Rover up and threw him to the side after cheating on him. One injustice after the other.

Ah, well, it didn't matter now.

No one else would ever be allowed to hurt Rover, Scar would make sure of it.

As the door to the shop opens, and the familiar little jingle fills Scar's ears, he smiles at Rover's voice.

"G-g....good evening." glancing around the center aisle, Scar spies his favorite person. Leaning against the stool he used to take the weight off his aching feet, Rover greeted Scar with a forced smile.

A thin sheen of sweat covered Rover's face, his complexion pale, dark circles under his usually bright eyes. One hand runs down the swell of his belly, the other steadying himself against the stool.

"How can I-" Rover stops, hiding a groan behind a cough, "help you today."

An electric sensation runs down Scar's spine at the sight, a hunger filling his gut.

"Are you alright? You look rather pale." brushing the back of his hand over Rover's cheek, Scar notes just how warm he feels. Flustered, Rover leans back, trying to catch his breath.

"I'm...fine." he blows out a sharp breath, both hands coming to hold his distended middle.

"Please, if you need to go home, I'm certain your boss will understand."

"My shift ends in an hour, I'll be alright, but thank you-" the words stick in his throat, eyes going wide as liquid splatters the ground between them.

Scar chuckles,

"I don't think you're going to be able to wait that long. Come with me, I'll give you a ride~"

[ani-coolgirl]

Sorry, show's over, folks. Every First Time can't continue because this episode (07x07, The Mentalists) pissed me off so much that I can't even begin thinking on a way to turn this into something sweet, hot, and/or gay.

So this is after Sam finds out Dean killed Amy in the previous episode, right? And Dean is so butthurt that Sam is still mad at him. It's super embarrassing for him. When Dean coincidentally runs into him as breakfast joint near the beginning, Dean manages to babble out 141 words before Sam manages even one. And when he does:

SAM: "Dean--" DEAN: "Oh, he speaks."

Like, what the hell? What are you, Dean, a parent whose kid doesn't talk to them anymore after they turn 18 because of constant comments like that? And then there's this little exchange:

DEAN: "Look, I get it. There are certain people in this world, no matter how dangerous they are, you just can't." SAM: "Don't pull that card! That's bull. Look, if I've learned one thing, it's that if something feels wrong, it probably is!" DEAN: "Usually, yeah. But killing Amy was not wrong. You couldn't do it, so I did. That's what family does--the dirty work. And I woulda told you, eventually, once I knew that this whole 'waving a gun at Satan' thing was a one-time show. I think it's reasonable to want to know that you're off the friggin' high dive, Sam. You almost got us both killed, so you can be pissed all you want, but quit being a bitch."

I know they didn't kill the witches from a few episodes back because they couldn't, but guess what! They also had a body count of four and those victims were totally innocent people! Unlike Amy who, as far as we can tell, killed total scumbags to save her dying child. And Dean is the one who gets a message from Ellen in the beyond telling him he needs to let someone know how bad he's feeling? Are they serious? Is this a fucking joke? Not to mention the implied victim-blaming when it comes to Sam and his hallucinations. Oh, I'm sorry, are the side-effects of Sam throwing himself into a box with the devil to save the fucking world inconvenient to you Dean??? And who wants to be that Dean's full of shit when he says he would have told Sam eventually? Oh, yeah, I'm sure.

And then they have Sam fucking agree with him!!

SAM: "Look, you know what? Um... You were right. About Amy. If she was... just any monster, I'm not sure I could have let her walk away. I don't know. I mean, I'll never know."

That's right! We'll never know! But you know what? I'm sorta willing to believe that Sam might have given her the benefit of the doubt! And he sure as shit wouldn't have let her kid to fend for his fucking self.

And then there's this cherry on top of the shit Sunday:

DEAN: "And as far as how I been acting... I don't know. Maybe it's 'cause I don't like lying to you. You know, it doesn't feel right. So, yeah, you got me there. I been climbing the walls."

Awww, Dean's feeling sad and drinking because he's a fucking liar?? BOO0-FUCKING-HOO. They really did everything in their power to make it so Dean didn't really have to apologize, huh? I'm just tearing my hair out over this. Sam's feelings are completely minimized, brushed aside, and even made to look foolish throughout this episode. And, again, as a reminder, he's mad about HIS BROTHER KILLING HIS FRIEND AND THEN LYING ABOUT IT. Why are you mad about that, Sam? That's stupid, come on. Just get over it. :/

[hello-nichya-here]

Pffft in what fucking way radical feminism is about apologizing abuse?? xD

Hun if you have no what you're talking about just don't talk about it, don't embarrass yourself

Glad you asked!

First we have this very thing that you're doing right now, which is shutting down anyone who mentions that radfems can be abusers. Major red flag whenever someone's first reaction to hearing "Someone in your group has been abusive" is to immediately get all defensive and say "NO ONE HERE WOULD EVER!"

Secondly, we have the very thing that made me point out that radfems are abusive as hell. I pointed out that a stupid radfem was insisting that I was being abused because I like kinky stuff, and then had the nerve to go "You deserve to be beaten until you get brain damage." Saying that some people just "deserve" to be mistreated is abuse apologism 101.

And since we're talking about people who "deserve" abuse according to radfems, let's look at the list of women you guys have thrown under the bus:

1 - Women who have been abused by other women. After all, "rape is a male crime" according to you guys.

2 - Women of color. You guys always get hella defensive whenever a non-white woman points out that radfems are often racist as fuck, and pull stuff like basing their list of "how to spot a tranny" on racist shit like literal nazi propaganda posters to help people "spot jews." And let's not forget the large overlap between plenty of radfem groups and white supremacy groups. Oh, sorry, forgot we're not supposed to mention all that so we won't "devide the comunity."

3 - Bisexuals who experienced abuse by a male partner, since we "choose" to associate with men despite having the oppornuity to date just women, like lesbians do (What? That sounds just like incels who are mad women only go to "jerks" instead of "nice guys" like themselves? Impossible! That would mean radfems feel entitled to sex and believe women DON'T get to say no!)

4 - Lesbians that are not "gold star lesbians", aka who have had sex with men at some point. After all, they're inferior since they didn't have stuff figured out right away, or had no choice but to stay in the closet for years and years due to where they live, or, ya know, were raped. Too bad for them, they were touched by man, therefore they're icky.

5 - Asexuals, because you guys will just hate one ANYONE apparently, even someone who just says "I don't really wanna fuck anyone".

6 - Trans women. After all, you guys literally admited that you made up the whole "predatory trans in the bathroom" myth just to have an excuse to hate on them. And let's not forget this also led to shit like radfems trying to spy on other women in the bathroom to "make sure they're really women." After all, trying to see someone naked without their consent is totally what normal, not at all creepy people do.

7 - Kinky women! After all, we are brainwashed by the patriarchy, and need you guys to step in and save us from ourselves, because YOU know what makes US comfortable or not. It's for our own good really. It totally isn't just slut shaming with some pseudo-feminist terms thrown in the middle.

8 - Sex workers. Once again, they need to be saved from themselves - and that rescue includes ignoring them when they say "your way of helping us in dehumanizing, robs us of our agency, and often ends with us being thrown in prison." And lets not forget that some of the anti sex-work laws you guys swear exist to protect victims of human trafficking who were forced into prostitution often end with said victims thrown in prison anyway because surprise surprise, demonizing people for harmless shit makes a target no matter what.

9 - Any woman who doesn't like that you bitches are constantly associating with the alt-right - including the most violently misogynistic members of the bunch - just to get more political allies. Does it ever cross your mind that if THE biggest women-hating scumbags around think you are "one of the good ones" that shows you totally fucking failed to "rebel against the patriarchy"?

And there's also the group that you guys refuse the acknowledge the most! Men who were abused by women. After all, that doesn't work in your fantasy world where men always hold all the power in every situation, and women are always powerless. No way things could be more complicated, even with misogyny still sadly being a thing, no, no. It has to be an Us VS Them.

So, no acknowledging all the times young boys get sexually assault and are mocked for "complaining that they got laid", even when they're minors and their abusers were grown adults. No acknowledging that while women are more likely to be victims to domestic violence, people often refuse to understand that men can also victims of intimate partner violence - even if said partner is a woman. We can talk about abusive fathers, but not abusive mothers. We can talk about how abusive males tend to become cops, but not about how abusive women tend to become nurses.

And, once again, not ever, ever, ever pointing out that radfems are ALWAYS going on about how some people (in this case men) DESERVE to abused. After all, that will totally make it "fair" after all the shit women endured, since THIS is the way to deal with society's problems: you make sure they hurt as many people as possible instead of just your group.

So yeah, you guys are abuse apologists. You always have been. Now either become a decent person or die mad about it, bitch.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Gym Membership - Part 39 (Crosshair)

Summary: Layla takes time to talk to Avery

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I apologize for not posting last week, I was slightly injured. My loving brother decided to toss me into the pool when I least expected it, but I ended hitting the bottom of the pool with my heel. Caused me a lot of pain. Anyway, good thing is that nothing is broke.

As promised here are two chapters this week. Enjoy.

Love oo

Warnings: Talking out loud to a grave, grief, guilt, cussing, promises. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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Layla took a sip of her coffee, as she sat on the blanket Avery gave her as a gift before her sister left for her last deployment. It was almost a month since she had been able to visit Avery’s grave, every time she thought she’d be able to make it, one of her clients ended up calling with an emergency. She missed having their chats, well her one-sided chats. 

“… anyway Avery that’s how we ended up celebrating the eighteenth. Don’t get me wrong, despite the drama from that idiot Rob, we all had a really fun time. You would’ve totally loved how tipsy Mel got. She was all over Wrecker, her husband. I’ve mentioned them before. Oh and I met Crosshair’s cousin, Howzer. He was … oh well he was definitely interesting.” 

I sat with my back against her headstone. 

“Can’t believe it’s already been almost four weeks since then.” 

I let out a sigh, focusing on the cloudy sky above, somehow the gloominess reminded me of Crosshair.

“I can see why you and Crosshair found each other by the way. He’s quite talented, he really put on a show at axe throwing. I think if I met him when you were intending to introduce us, I could’ve possibly gotten on board for you two. I mean you’re both stubborn, really good with weapons, know how to captivate an audience. I mean, I’m sure there was more to it than just that, but ... I get it.” 

My hand brushed over the grass by my side, as I reflected on Cross and his family, a small smile breaking on my lips. 

“His whole family is really sweet. You would’ve loved them and I have no doubt they would’ve loved you. They’ve already taken me in as one of them, and I have to say it … it’s kind of nice, and weird. It’s been so long since I’ve had people care about me … about us. They’re constantly wanting to know more about you, wanting to hear stories about you, wanting to get to know me too, it’s … truthfully, it’s a little overwhelming having so many people care, after it just being you and me for so long. I mean, there’s not a day that goes by that my phone isn’t pinging with a message from one of them. You would’ve gotten along really well with them.”

For some reason, as my eyes focused on one particular cloud, I could feel my insecurities arising within me, “Then again, people always liked you more than me. It’s the lawyer in me, I guess. Maybe. Or it’s just … maybe like you said in our last conversation, maybe I am a stuck-up bitch at times.”

Tears began to prick my eyes, as I thought back to our last conversation, “I miss you. You always were the brave one. Always going after what you wanted. You always gave me the courage I needed.”

My eyes focused on the picture on my cell phone, Avery and me taking a selfie one night after we’d been dancing up a storm. Laughing it up. Living. It made me chuckle remembering that night.

“Oh!” I wiped the tears, “You won’t believe who reached out to me, Dan. I’m sure you remember my scumbag cheating ex-boyfriend. He wanted to get in touch since he was back in town. Can you believe that? Like I would spend any time with him. I remember the first time you called it, it was after I think our second or third date, you told me you didn’t like him. Told me he was a piece of crap and I should find someone better. Man, if only I’d listened to you, I could’ve saved myself fifteen months of heartaches.”

I closed my eyes for a little bit, missing the insults she would’ve hurled regarding Dan if she’d been here by my side.

“Do you remember when we were kids, and we would talk about what we’d be in the future? Where would we be when we were older? No matter what we thought, we always imagined we’d be by each other’s side, but now … now I’m all alone. You’re gone. Mom and dad are gone. There’s no one left.” My voice trails off as I feel a heavy weight on my chest. 

Nearly twenty minutes passed, as I sat there watching the clouds go by, thinking back to the night at Battle Axe. Imagining how different it might have been if Avery was alive, no doubt she’d have been three sheets to the wind as well, definitely making comments just like Mel and Zai had been about their own man. A tinge of guilt crawled its way up the back of her throat. 

“You would’ve really gotten along with Mel, Zai and Sofie. They’re your kind of people, I mean technically they were your sisters-in-law or sister-in-laws, or would that be sisters-in-laws? Anyway, it doesn’t matter. But, they mentioned something … well they mentioned a lot of things, most of it was clouded by their intoxication and not necessarily because they really meant what they said, but one thing that did stand out and I do believe I should try my very best is getting to know Crosshair better. We didn’t exactly get off on the right foot. I was a bitch to him, for lack of a better word. I blamed him for what happened to you, which wasn’t fair or right. Then I ignored his pain and focused on only what I lost. I know if you were alive you would’ve been disappointed in me, not to mention, you’d probably yell at me and then some, but somehow I just couldn’t see what he was going through, not until … not until the day we lost you.”

My breath hitched, as I felt the tears coming again, I shook my head as I wiped away a tear.

“Avery, what do I do? How do I make up for all the hurt I caused?” I sat there pondering for a while, “I don’t know how to make it up to him, but he’s … he’s a really good guy. So different from all the men I’ve … we’ve known before. Kind yet grumpy. Attentive yet prickly. Despite his cold exterior he has such a soft heart. I know you made him promise, he’d look after me, if you weren’t here and … despite everything I put him through, despite the sheer pain he went through losing you, he’s … he’s actually looking after me. He had every reason to walk away, to give up on his promise to you and he didn’t. He’s … he’s special.” I wiped the tears that were trailing down my cheek, “What am I going to do without you? You were always making sure I was safe, even during the war, you were always taking care of me. Calling, making sure I was safe, and alright … I owe you so much. Avery, I promise I’ll look after him for you. He deserves to have someone look after him.”

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[kosher-martian]

The NATO-fication of Christmas, I guess

A few disclaimers:

I'm only giving myself about 90 minutes to write this because I have work to do, so if it seems like a bunch of disorganized ideas that need further revision, it's because this really needed a second draft.

No, I'm not one of those "Russia is fighting wokeism" guys.

No, I'm not one of those "Putin is going to rebuild the Sovi-YEET Union" guys.

No, I'm not a "we need a preemptive strike on all the BRICS countries" guy.

I'm not your strawman. I'm arguably not even the best person to talk about this. I'm just your friendly neighborhood Jewish muppet.

This is about US culture. This is about the fragile American psyche. But most importantly, this is about movies... funny pictures... I'm talkin' about the silver screen, y'all.

I'm sure some jackass with a substack will stumble across this later and articulate it better than I have (or given that I'm not terribly original and nearly two weeks late, they already arrived at the same conclusion), but can we talk about the NATO-fication of Christmas movies?

This is actually NOT a response to that weird Russian commercial where the Russian military shot a SAM at Santa, but a response to being forced to watch Red One, that weird Xmas movie with The Rock with a friend who has great taste in bad movies.

The plot, which I will be relaying to you in breathless post-9/11 terms to better illustrate my point, is that our beloved Commander in Christmas Cheer (Santa) has been kidnapped by dangerous foreign adversary Gryla the scary Russian-coded terrorist Christmas Witch. Side note... Christians, is this a real thing? Is Gryla a made up character for this film or does she have a place in somebody's folklore? Never heard of this particular character before.

In order to secure the battlespace save Christmas, retired operator and current Secret Service agent ELF (North Pole Security) agent The Rock must leverage the military power of NATO MORA (the Mythological Oversight and Restoration Authority), team up with a unpatriotic Christmas-hating soy lib smirking rapscallion scumbag hacker, and win the hearts and minds of moderate Syrian rebel Krampus. I've heard of this character before! Thanks American Dad. Along the way, we also teach that smirking rapscallion scumbag hacker the true meaning of patriotism and securing American interests abroad Family and Christmas.

On its own, this just seems like an adorably stupid action movie with a Christmas theme. And yes, that's exactly what it is in isolation, but I want to also loop in another Xmas film which is also a weirdly militarized take on the Santa mythos: 2011's Arthur Christmas.

That movie, which came out a shocking 13 years ago (G-d I'm old), is the Tony Blair to Red One's Bush.

It's take on the Santa mythos is militarized sure, but also mixes in some aspects of the British Royal family (the role of Santa being passed from father to son, the idea of delivering presents as a sort of national service to the country and a rite of passage to "earn" the position of Santa, and also lovable failsons).

The movie does make sure we don't forget the awesome power of the Military Industrial Complex by having Santa's sleigh shot down by a real life military drone and all, but really this movie is more about whether we lost sight of the military objective and now we're just causing mass suffering in this totally cooked up boondoggle out here in the desert sands the true meaning of Christmas: the oil the joy of gift giving.

Look, I'm being a bit of a cynical jerk here and applying my own post-9/11 brain worms (of which I have sooooo many) to these movies, but would you really argue against my theory when we have at least two films forging a somewhat consistent new Santa mythos with:

Advanced military technology (both)

General military vibes (both)

No seriously, why on Earth are these movies with elves and candy canes trying to evoke the imagery of Black Hawk Down?

A clandestine international deep state Christmas conspiracy (Red One)

Arms dealers / data brokers (Red One... admittedly I did not get into this in the retelling of the plot, but yeah there is a Nick Kroll character who is a gross dark web data broker... in a movie about Santa)

A weird reverence for and mild fetishization of the nigh-impossible logistical undertaking of delivering presents across the globe (Both, but more so in Arthur Christmas)

Missiles (both)... why are there missiles!?!

A General Atomics MQ-1 Predator drone (Arthur Christmas)

Santa (and other characters) wearing military-reminiscent / tacticool clothing (Both but I mean c'mon, in Arthur Christmas the older brother is wearing red and green camouflage. Why does the Christmas-equivalent of the Prince of Wales need camouflage!?!)

Wait... hold on. I forgot about those cartoons Disney did about the SEAL team elves... Prep & Landing.

When did it come out? Wait there are THREE of these? Yep. One in 2009, one in 2010, one in 2011, and according to the Wikipedia page for the last one they will release a fourth one of these later in 2025. So actually the NATO-fication of Christmas movies has been going on since 2009!?! Christians, you have some splainin' to do!

So what is the root cause?

Is it some vast deep state conspiracy over the last 15 years (or 16 by the time the latest entry in the Prep & Landing cinematic universe is released) to have filmmakers acclimatize the general public to auctioning off Xmas to the Military Industrial Complex?

Is it part of the broader trend (starting, I would argue, with the X-Men movies or if not that DEFINITELY Batman Begins) to take the fantastical & fun and try to explain them away in gritty "realistic" terms (Because wake up, kids! 9/11 happened and now we can't have fun in a post-9/11 world.)? I mean for Pete's sake Christopher Nolan turned the Batmobile into a tank (though I guess you can technically blame Dark Knight Returns and Not-Batman Fights Al Qaeda author Frank Miller for that one).

Is it just that filmmakers are unusually fascinated with the idea of an immortal (or not-so immortal as hinted by Arthur Christmas) ghillie suit-clad gift-giving wizard and his army of night vision goggle-wearing elven operators bringing peace, freedom, and security to a chimney near you (sponsored by Boeing, Lockheed-Martin, Northrop-Grumman, and Raytheon)?

I don't know. My 90 minutes are up (actually at this point I spent 2 hours on this).

Just something to think about.

[akechiguro]

to see you again.

oneshot | shuichi saihara x kokichi ouma

alternate universe - postgame, simulation

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Synopsis | Shuichi Saihara and Kokichi Ouma meet again after the events of the 53rd season of Danganronpa.

Word Count | 3.0k.

Author’s Note | i don’t usually write in first person so this is a change of speed ^^ this is also from january so it’s pretty old, i feel bad for not posting :,D

also posted on ao3! (with minor changes)

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I still remember our last conversation. It rings like a fucking melody in my ears every time I go to sleep and I hate it. Every time the ear worm starts replaying in my head, it makes me forget about her, she’s the reason I even put myself out there and yet I find myself thinking about his and I’s last conversation rather than hers and mine.

“But, y’know…I…wasn’t boring, right?”

He wasn’t. He never was. He kept me on my feet like a real detective and pushed my limits so far over the edge I was sure I’d come crashing down at some point, but I didn’t. In a way, he saved me from doing that— or did she? Both of them? It doesn’t matter. One way or the other, I’m a better man because of them. Better, sure, but whipped out of my damn mind because of that little scumbag who preferred to play the devil’s advocate in serious situations rather than actually being of some real use.

I thought— no— I knew he died. Investigated his own death with my own eyes, forced another one of my best friends to his execution because of it, and found myself becoming a sobbing mess all over again. Not just for him, but her as well, even if she was some number of months between the two cases. I wasted too much of my time crying over someone I swore up and down I hated. Was it for nothing?

It had to have been. He’s sitting right in front of me right now.

There’s an awkward silence to the room, an unresolved tension lingering in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. His hair is still the same shade of purple, if not a bit darker, maybe a little longer, and he looks taller since we last talked. Ironic. The outfit is near unrecognizable— the strangest feeling of deja vu, and yet, neither of us can remember where we’d seen each other in these clothes.

“So,” he started, taking the liberty of starting our conversation. God knows I can’t. Not after everything I’ve seen, argued for, cried over. He leaned his head against his hand with that certain admiration in his eye I could never quite figure out during the game. I’m glad he’s casual. It helped me calm down a little bit.

“So?” I retort shakily. My hands are trembling, fiddling with the hem of my school uniform’s jacket. I know I said Kaede helped me grow as a person, be more confident, but for some reason I can’t meet his eye.

“How’d you do? You know, after I was gone?” He asked. His tone is more…calm? It’s different from the game’s, whatever persona he took on. He doesn’t seem like a malicious person anymore. Or at least, not acting like he is. But he doesn��t seem totally different, either.

“What do you mean?” I mumbled, and I felt like an idiot. You know what he meant. How’d we figure out it was Kaito, who survived and how we did it, stuff like that. I clenched my teeth and averted my gaze to a wall— plain white with a bit of grime. Well, can’t expect every room in this facility to be squeaky clean.

Kokichi laughed, softly, a strange unfamiliarity striking right through my ears. It’s nothing like how it was in the game. It’s intriguing. “You know what I mean! How did you figure out my plan and all that? Who was the mastermind you and Kaede tried so hard to uncover? I want all the details!”

I blinked. “Oh, uh— right. Well, it took, uh…a lot of probing, I guess, to figure out it was Kaito in the exisal and not you,” I started, gazing off in a random direction to gather my thoughts. “I…well, neither Maki or I could really handle the aftermath of that. For two different reasons, I think,” I chuckled nervously, and this caught his attention.

“Two different reasons? Maki was affected? I didn’t think she cared about anybody!” He laughed again and my heart started beating faster. Why did I have to catch feelings for someone who purposefully made themself out to be a bad person in a game of life and death?

“Yeah, believe it or not,” I smiled, catching his eyes for no longer than a second before deciding the painting behind him was a lot more interesting. Some sort of wave, I think the picture was. “She had a crush on him I guess, ended up threatening Monokuma and all that. Kaito didn’t actually die in his execution, either, it was his sickness that ended up killing him. Had he not had it…” I trailed off, feeling my features soften, “…he would’ve survived with the rest of us. Maki, Himiko, and I.”

“Woah, woah. Slow down,” Kokichi grinned. “Himiko survived with you but not Kiibo? What, did he kill Tsumugi or something? And an execution failed?”

“Yep. His execution failed and that, uh…really pissed off Monokuma,” I smiled. Enough time has passed where names don’t make me flinch anymore, they don’t send my lunch up my throat like they used to. “…You’re not far off from your theory about Kiibo, though. I guess Miu installed lasers and stuff inside of him and he ended up destroying the End Wall so we could escape. The final trial was a redo of the first one, and we figured out Kaede’s plan…”

No. You swore you wouldn’t cry to him when you found out this opportunity was something that could happen. Stay strong.

“…Kaede’s plan failed. Her shot put ball missed,” I explained, voice shaking with each new word. “It was Tsumugi who actually killed him, and who ended up being the mastermind. It…it wasn’t an easy trial,” I laughed bitterly, staring down at the table. I know Kaede is still alive. I know it was a simulation. But that means Tsumugi also lives; the one who orchestrated all of their deaths, left a far deeper cut in my core than any murder attempt ever could, is still walking and breathing. Something about that made it worse.

Kokichi fell back in his chair with a look of shock. “Dang. So how did her and Kiibo end up dead while you, Maki, and Himiko didn’t? Wouldn’t Kiibo’s lasers have killed you, too?”

“Nope. He destroyed the Ultimate Academy while breaking the End Wall, and a piece of rubble ended up falling on Tsumugi. Kiibo, he…he made sure we were safe and protected before self-destructing.”

“So a robot did have some humanity after all,” Kokichi giggled, crossing his arms on the table and letting his head follow. He still looked just as childish as he did in the simulation, yet there was more of a sense of…maturity, maybe? Was that the word? I don’t know. When it comes to him, it feels like no words even come close to describing him.

There’s awkward tension in the air again. There’s so much I wanna tell him and yet none of it is coming out. So much I wanna ask; why put on such an…interesting front? Why sacrifice himself the way he did, especially with the show he’d put on just before his death? Was everything he’d told me about hating me true?

I can’t get anything to come out. I’m just staring at him like an idiot, or maybe admiring, I can’t really tell, myself. I think he notices, too, because he seems totally comfortable in the silence. At least he seems like he does. If I’m not in tune with my own emotions, then I don’t think I ever will be with Kokichi’s, even outside of the game.

“You’re still insecure, aren’t you?” He asks suddenly.

I blinked. “What?”

“I can see it in your eyes, y’know. I may not have the same confidence I did in the game, but I can still read you like a book, Shuichi,” he smiled, something soft in his gaze while he stared at me. Maybe even sincerity. I fully believe him, too. Even the tone of his voice is softer, meeker, and his eyes don’t hold the same mischief and judgment they used to. Is this the real him? What he truly feels? No, not that— he’s not done anything out of emotion. He’s just…talking. And yet somehow my assumption seems correct. “I thought you got over your emo phase,”

I want to counter that. But he’s right. I guess I don’t really have the same confidence I had in Danganronpa, either. “I, uh…I thought I did, at least. Why bring that up?”

“I dunno. You look like you wanna say something.”

“Oh,” I breathed, mentally beating myself up. At the very least I thought I was better at speaking my mind. Well- this meeting should’ve made it obvious to myself that I’m not. “I guess I’m kind of just wondering…how to word this…why? Why were you the way you were? You seem so…” I trailed off, not letting myself finish that. That’s not the only thing I want to ask. Not why I contacted Danganronpa asking for this meeting. But it’s all I can get out right now.

He laughed. “You’re not the first to ask, y’know? I thought my favorite might be more original, but you’re asking such a boring question.”

So others got to him before I did…somehow that’s not surprising. “You’re surprised? I thought you could read me like a book,” I smirked, “I thought you of all people should know why I’m the most interested,”

“Fine, you’re right,” He smiled, adjusting so his cheek laid against a fist. “Welp! I don’t have a good answer to that. I wanted to be the antagonist. Nagito was my favorite in all 52 seasons I saw before applying to Danganronpa,” He laughed.

“Is that…it?” I asked, mentally cringing. That came out rude.

“Yep.”

“I don’t…really believe you,”

He barked out a laugh. It’s the most familiar thing he’s done this whole time. “Wow! A whole couple months after we last talked and you still don’t fully trust me?” He’s weirdly amused, I noticed. Was his in-game personality the real thing? No— somehow this feels like an act.

I shook my head quickly, flustered. “No, no! It’s not that! It’s just, well- it’s not just your attitude I was referring to. You seemed to have it out for me specifically. And Kaito and Miu, I guess, though I can probably assume for them…”

He hums, leaning back in his chair. His arms rested comfortably behind his head, the darkness of his uniform making his hair pop to a lighter purple than it actually is. “Yeah, those two are idiots. I’m surprised Kaito lasted so long,” he giggled quietly to himself, “but as for you…I don’t really wanna tell you that.”

“Huh?” Now that actually surprised me.

“I didn’t hate you or anything if that’s the answer you’re after,” he continued, averting his gaze elsewhere, “but the exact reason..eh,”

I can’t complain, that is the answer I was after. But now I’m just more curious. “Is there a, uh…a reason you can’t tell me the reason?”

Kokichi shrugged. “Nope! Maybe I’m lying though, huh?” He smiled. That itself was a lie. I could tell, somehow.

Another moment of awkward silence.

“Well, what did you think of me?” He asked, adjusting his position back to resting his head on his arms again. Could he always not sit still for this long? Or had I just never noticed in the game?

“Do you not know?” I asked, cautiously. “I…I told you that you’ll always be alone. I- I don’t mean it now, in fact I wanted to apologize for that-“

“Don’t worry about it, Shumai,” He laughed. “It was easy to hate me in the game, y’know? I hated myself!”

“Er…” I glanced down, picking at my nail beds.

“Oh, not to traumadump or whatever the word is,” Kokichi shook his head quickly, “I already knew, actually. I just wanted to hear it come from your own mouth.”

“But I still want to apologize! That was- that was rude of me. What you did was horrible, but it was still uncalled for on my part.” Plenty of people had murdered in the game. Too many, far too many. Was I justified to say that to someone who, more or less, did what he did in self defense?

“But is that all you felt about me?” Kokichi asked, the same cautious tone I’d used earlier. Like he’d said it accidentally, almost.

It kinda shocked me, to hear him ask that. He’s right. That’s not all. It’s the safe answer, the one I’d assumed everyone else had told him. But should I even admit to that other feeling? The one still eating at me, the one I can’t get out of my head no matter how hard I try? He can’t feel the same. Not him.

I took a second to think of a response, holding unsteady eye contact. It was Kokichi who’s eyes darted away momentarily, only to return with the same hesitation. “…No. It’s..it’s not.”

Why not come clean? What are the chances I ever see him again after this? We both will become just another face in the crowd, going about our school lives as though we hadn’t gone through someone so horribly traumatic.

I don’t think Kokichi was expecting my response. His eyes widened slightly, the micro movements of his mouth and eyebrows revealing to me a sort of surprise. I know I’m not a detective anymore, but I’m still attentive. He definitely wasn’t expecting it.

He licked his lips, ever so slightly. They’d gone dry. “What’s that other feeling, then?” He leaned forward, slightly, his eyes falling somewhere else. Lower to my face. The tension’s changed.

My breath caught in my throat, mimicking his actions. “I’m…sure you can guess.” I mumbled, meeting his eyes again. I feel like I’m running a fever, I feel lightheaded, this is a horrible idea…I shouldn’t have said that, I should’ve lied, I should’ve…

…His hand sliding gently over mine, his body to lean further across the table… Should I?

What other chance would I get?

I stood, cupping his face gently and closing the distance. His skin is just as smooth as I remember it being, so strangely soft, yet I can still feel the bones in his cheeks. He’s thin, sure, but it doesn’t seem too unhealthy. His lips are chapped, dry, almost uncomfortable. He chews at his lips, a nervous habit. It’s more endearing than I should think of it being.

He’s quick to kiss back. He tugged at my uniform’s collar, almost needily- hungrily?- like he’d been waiting for this. None of this explains anything that happened in the game. I think it just raises more questions, if anything. But my mind’s too fogged and my face is too hot to think of anything else but our proximity.

It’s only when he starts to fidget with the buttons on my jacket that I pull away, and I can think of absolutely nothing except how much I’m going to regret that. Not because I don’t like Kokichi, honestly, it’s the opposite. I refused it for so long that I think I’m actually in love with him. But I thought it earlier; what are the chances I’m going to see him again after this? I don’t think I can handle a long distance relationship, but I don’t think I’m ever going to get over him. No, no, I don’t think, I know I’m never gonna get over him.

He looked nervous, hand lingering on my clothes for a moment longer before he brought them to his chest nervously. He looked so out of character from what I remembered of him in the game…that Kokichi would probably keep going. This one looks like he’s on the brink of tears. “Pausing for air, or..?” He asked, trying to laugh it off.

I shook my head. “We can’t do this, Kokichi.”

“Why not? You kissed me!” He’s getting defensive. I should’ve seen this coming.

“I know! I know, that was…my mistake. It’s not that I don’t want this,” I started, grabbing his hand and slinking my fingers through his, “I…I’ve been denying how much I’ve wanted to do that for entirely too long. But it’s…I don’t know where you live. We don’t go to the same school, hell, we might not even live in the same part of Japan. I don’t…want to commit to something I can’t maintain.”

He looks defeated, for far longer than I would’ve liked. I feel horrible. But quickly perks up. “Well, where do you live?”

“Huh?”

“You can’t just kiss me and then go on this whole rant about why we can’t be together and then expect me not to ask where you live!” He smiled. “Where you from?”

“Oh.” I take a second to think. Are we even allowed to tell each other that? Fuck, of course we are- why wouldn’t we be? “Uh, Okinawa. I wear…probably too many layers for how warm it is compared to the rest of Japan,”

He smiled. A lot brighter than I would’ve imagined. “And you’re not lying?”

“No! Why would I?”

“I’m from there, too! No way that’s a coincidence!” He giggled like a child, freeing his hand to wrap them around mine. “I don’t live with my parents, they’re from Aichi. Just my older brother. But it’s crazy lucky I do, right?”

I stood there, dumbfounded. I was worrying for nothing? “So…so that means—“

“If you break my heart, Shumai, DICE is a real organization. They’ll kick your ass!” He laughed, dropping my hands to grab me in a hug. It’s so unfamiliar. In game Kokichi…no, I need to stop thinking about him.

“Y-yeah..! Yeah, I’m sure Kaede or Kaito will have your head in seconds if you, uh..break mine, too.” I laughed, awkwardly returning the action.

I still don’t know a lot about Kokichi. I don’t know about his family or how his school is or even if this version of him is the real one. There’s still so much I need to learn about him, that he needs to learn about me, but somehow, I know it’s going to be easier with us. I don’t think I’ll ever forget our last conversation as characters in a television show. The game, I think, forever changed who we are as people. But it’ll work out. We’ll be okay.

We’re gonna be great.

[anticidic]

hi darling!! i am back because i realized that somewhere along the "just spit it on to the page" writing i've been doing for the abo fic that is still 100% your fault, i am somehow at. almost 10k words. which is insane.

BUT since i've got so much and yet have barely begun, i decided to poke you about something that im playing with in it which IS: what are your thoughts on the possibility of Chuuya's secondary gender being messed with/fucked up by his time in the labs?

that is still 100% your fault

but omg i'm happy for you!! i'm still totally interested in what you've got cooking and will 100% give it a read, hehe 👀

(putting this warning ahead of time but cw: for talking about experimentation)

it's funny you say that, because my beast skk fic has this loosely used as a subplot explanation for some of the fuckery going on with him that i won't go too into details bc the fic is still ongoing and i'm pretty sure I have readers following me here. but i somehow managed to make professor n even more of a scumbag for what happened to chuuya, so uhh, yay?

my immediate thought is: heck yeah!! esp. if you like to add a touch of explanation to your omegaverse worldbuilding beyond just 'uhhhh it happens because i say so'

the tldr of what i did in my own fic about chuuya getting experimented on was that his clone was used as a scapegoat for a secret experiment wherein scientists were trying to see if they could combine alpha/omega traits either into a beta or put alpha traits into an omega and vice versa with alphas. like, implanting the scent glands of one individual into another in the hopes that the recipient would inherit the behaviors of the first person and by proxy their unique scent, because scents are tied to identities in a very 'if your identity is stolen, your life may as well be forfeit in whoever's hands it fell into because they know now all of your memories'

the short answer is that the experiment went fucking terribly because it turns out the body can't handle experiencing both a rut and a heat at the same time. people just drop dead best case scenario because they fail to thrive.

ANYWAY, that was the angle i went with as an example and i feel like since what was done to chuuya as a kid is vague enough to leave up to interpretation, this can work in your favor for what you have planned. as a wink-wink nudge-nudge, you could also factor in the poisons used on chuuya/him getting stabbed with that knife laced with poison. where the consequences aren't immediate, but long-term it ends up altering his genes on a basic, functioning level.

it doesn't have to be all bad, either. his time in the lab could've positively affected him (i know this sounds ironic but i don't mean that he had a good time there sdfjkdjfk just that there was a silver lining to the unspeakable horrors that he can use to his advantage) depending on the omegaverse worldbuilding you do. maybe one of the subgenders has a disadvantage of some sort, and he was experimented on ~for the greater good~ to save him from a future life of hardship. OR, OR, you could use it as an excuse for why he doesn't experience heats or ruts or isn't affect by the scents of those around him. maybe professor n dun goofed real bad and no one even knows what to classify chuuya as. he's just chuuya.

there's actually a lot you can do with it tbh that are all very, very interesting. it's ripe for angst, for some cool lore, and interesting plot twists that i don't see explored often in omegaverse tbh. i hope this gave you some food for thought!!

[certifiedcoffeeaddict]

What is svss?

Totally not asking for potential reading XD

scum villain's self-saving system aka scumbag system

it's about this guy shen yuan who gets isekai'd into the body of his most hated character from a webnovel he was hate-reading called proud immortal demon way.

pidw is a... fantasy... novel? i forgot the name of the genre, sorry. xianxia? uh, the main character of pidw is called luo binghe. he starts out as a lovely child with a tragic backstory(tm) who is studying under a certain peak lord shen qingqiu - whose body shen yuan transmigrates into. unfortunately, sqq happens to be kind of a bastard who keeps punishing lbh unfairly and rather cruelly.

plot (or as much plot as pidw can have) happens and luo binghe ends up becoming the greatest/strongest/most handsome/etc person in the whole world with a harem with many many beauties. having reached the top, he captures sqq and tortures him.

now, enter shen yuan, who is bound to a system and definitely does not want to end up as a human stick, is half in love with the character lbh and also hates pidw, but has to act in character because of the system despite that... and somehow he keeps ending up in the role of the damsel in distress that would usually have gone to one of lbh's harem members.

it's mlm and i kind of suggest reading the nu tags if you plan on reading it and don't mind being given spoilers terribly. there were some things that i sort of didn't vibe with when reading

svsss was written by mo xiang tong xiu, the same person who also wrote tian gu ci fu (heaven official's blessing) and mo dao zu shi (the founder of diabolism). it has a donghua, albeit with only one season. it was going to get a manhua adaption, too, but it was cancelled after two chapters, so there's that.

here's the nu link if you wanna check it out !!

[nugulover69]

top 5 toku guys?

Oh yeah a chance to be subjective and ramble abt men my favorite thx

1. Gai - Jetman

Peak archetypal Inoue scumbag. He's a creep he's pathetic he's deeply repressed in multiple ways but most importantly he's cool as fuck. Him and Ryu have the most yaoi dynamic that has ever yaoied, every scene between them they were having sex actually ! Spoilers ! his death is also both the most earned and deserved death ever. Earned as in he proved himself to be a force for the greater good after rejecting the responsibility constantly, he died surrounded by ppl who love him and was killed performing a heroic act; deserved bc he was very much a creepy asshole, ESPECIALLY to Kaori. Like I love him but Kaori didn't deserve any of that

(Toshihide Wakamastu also super hot. like having a guy that looks like THAT wear leather gloves all the time should be illegal)

2. Jan - Gekiranger

Best sentai red hands down. His arc of becoming a more focused and less feral hero (his domestication arc if you will) is so well done. Him and Leo have a fantastic rivalry (literally destined to kill each other shit) that is also super yaoi. He could have easily been super annoying but thankfully his irrational behavior comes off more endearing (and understandable literally everything is new and confusing to him) thanks in part due to Hiroki Suzuki's great acting (and great face). he's just a lil kitty cat!!!!

3. Asakura - Kamen Rider Ryuki

He's killed dozens of ppl, he was born in a toilet and ate literal shit for years, he serves cunt while having never bathed in his life, he's the character of all time

I adore how the writers do TWO redemption fakeouts w/ him (didn't actually want to reunite w/ his brother nor cared abt that little girl he was "protecting") to drive the point home that this guy? is a agent of pure violence and chaos. he is basically non-human and cannot be reasoned with. This makes him a great narrative foil for "desperately tries to see the good in everyone" Shinji and a great yaoi foil for "literally my job to keep you in order" Kitaoka

Ryuki was a perfect starter kamen rider/toku show for me solely bc of this dude. my hole made for me <3

4. Taiga - Kamen Rider Ex-Aid

Me darling ice king <333 Seriously Taiga is the best character in ex-aid (aside from Poppy). I love how he mirrors Hiiro; both highly prideful and that pride leads them to do more destructive things in pursuit of what they believe is the greater good but really is more so just abt salvaging their bruised egos. And neither them could save Saki as Kuroto guaranteed her death by spraying her w/ more gamer disease

That and his partnership w/ Nico is so charming; hilarious in how Nico's bullheaded attitude forced Taiga to lighten the fuck up and genuinely heartbreaking when Nico was totally hysterical when Taiga nearly died. In short, he has layers like an onion and the sour taste of one too luv himmmmm

ALSO ALSO THE ONLY GUY WHO WANTED TO KILL KUROTO BUT EMU AND HIIRO WERE LIKE "noooo we can't kill this bio terrorist that'd be wrong :( for some reason" based Taiga always correct

5. Yellow/Gaku - Gaoranger

This pick is entirely subjective. He's not super deep or complex by any means (nothing in Gaoranger is, even for a sentai it's light on everything expect batshit insanity) BUT he is very Gender and Just Like Me fr

I love how his character (battle hardened military grunt) could've easily been a no-fun straight man but he acts more like an eldest brother to the team (rational and strict when it comes to immediately dangerous matters but amicable and goofy when it comes to boosting team morale). That and his lil details like randomly speaking English or being morally against eating birds give him that bit more flavor

Honorable mentions to Kusaka, Sosuke, Kyosuke, Gokai Gai and Tendou bc this post is long enough as is lmao