#what a reprehensible little freak

[warlordfelwinter]

man if you want sick ass cutscenes about your character dark urge is the way to go

[himboskywalker]

Well we can’t condone their actions—

Well they still need to be held accountable—

Well I’m not excusing what they did—

My brother in Christ it’s a fictional character. The point of storytelling is not to like the character or imprint on them. A protagonist doesn’t have to be a good person a protagonist is who the story is about. Sometimes the point of a narrative is to tell the story of a little freak of a fella. Society has lost the plot,quite literally.

No they don’t need to be held accountable nor do I need to excuse or not excuse their actions nor do I need to condone the little creep I’m reading about. Sometimes fiction is about morally reprehensible little disgusting wretches and that’s literally the point.

[leafington]

(𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖) 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙮, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚. - kiyoomi s.

content warning !! - angst to comfort so essentially fluff, blackfem!reader, drinking implied but no intoxication, suggestiveness if you squint, mayhaps ooc but idc i do what i want

This isn't him. No chance in hell. He's supposed to be big, ignorant, and one-track minded Sakusa—MSBY Black Jackal's infamous outside hitter. His identity's been tainted by some girl he managed to wriggle into his life, denting his plans but not quite hindering them.

He used to threaten others with his wrist, messing with little kids by folding his hands. Said person told him to stop it, and he did. He can't remember the last time he crouched down to an 8-year-old and watched them run for their mother because of him. Sakusa had a strict hair routine that wasn't going to change no matter how long his hair got, the same four products he's used since his mother taught him how to take care of his curls. That woman came along and he'd let her share his bathroom, adding one extra product she claimed would make his curls more full which indefinitely worked.

In his first year of highschool, he would've freaked out discovering his future self succumbed to his natural teenage tendencies and fell for what he can only describe as the prettiest girl in the world.

She looked so ethereal barging into their practice one day, approaching Komori and exchanging words regarding whatever required discussion. Days passed of just Sakusa debating putting his pride aside just to talk to a girl. In the long run he didn't, but thankfully lucked out when Komori picked up on his interest and invited them both over.

"'Coincidence' my ass."

To this very moment, he cherished every day spent they together. Hence why he's so pressed that he's missing her, sitting on his hotel bed, finger hovering over the 'My World 🗺️' UI in his contacts. He never changed it.

She plauged his mind with her being. He wants see her again, feel her hands in his hair, scrub the hard-to-reach spots on his back (he can reach them, he just prefers for her to do it), apologize for his ignorance, pride, and one-track mindset; all of it.

Damn it all.

The rowdy bunch kept him busy all day, it's their fault he's waiting for the stupid ring back to either stop or tell him he's reached her voicemail, he hopes it's the latter that way he can flush down that reprehensive feeling of reaching out to her so late. What were they thinking taking him out for drinks?

"Hello?" Sleep and disorientation transmit on his side, regardless, he's grateful to hear her voice again.

"Baby? It's me," He sounds so pathetic, he can only imagine what she thinks of him for pulling such a stunt. "I miss you. So much, baby. You don't even know." It's unfathomable, not even Sakusa knows why he's doing this.

Yes he does. He wants his girl back. "I know it's late, I'm sorry for waking you, I just had to let you know." Sakusa speaks low into the phone, not so much a whisper, but to the point where she won't be disturbed. "Sakusa? The hell? It's like—"

"Kiyo. It's Kiyo to you." He never talked over her, except for this and one other time. He swears it's the last time, shutting up so she can finish. "Two in the morning? I have work." Either his surname or not at all, that's okay, he's determined to fix that. "Just listen to me, 'kay?"

"I never should've blown up at you. I was exhausted, tired, annoyed, I didn't mean anything I said. I should've talked to you, you know I would never voluntarily raise my voice at you, right? I can't keep this up. I wanna see you, I need to see you. Please, love." He's never felt more humiliated like this in his life, begging over the phone for his woman to take him back.

It's quiet, the faint squeak of her fan in the background. An annoyed grunt is detected presumably her sitting up. "Aren't you in Tokyo right now?" She has a point, but that's never stopped Sakusa from getting what he wants. "I'll make the flight, just say the word." He might just be willing to ditch the entire game, he'll do so at her command. "You're delusional. C'mon, you're not flying all the way out here just to see me. You better play tomorrow, I'm serious. I'm not in your way anymore, focus on volleyball."

He's not getting through to her. She's slipping from his fingers with the tight grasp he has on her. "Y/n. I'll say 'Fuck the team.' and blow it all for you. You've never been in my way, ever, so stop thinking like that. I'm sitting here, butt-naked in a towel on expensive ass bedsheets begging you to take me back. I don't know what I have to do, but I'll do it if it means I can be in your arms again, babygirl."

Silence again—meaning the worst or the best from her. She shuffles around a little, and digs through some type of drawer of sorts before finally speaking again.

"You better win."

Sakusa Kiyoomi is a lovesick fool, he admits it. Anything for his woman. And he means anything.

©2024 leafington dont steal please!! :)

[pinkanonwrites]

I love all these little drabbles going more into depth on the human kinks you talked about rahhahabaab

For medical kinks for them sexy medics. You talked about check ups and vivisection 🤭 would that role play check up with brainstorm be more like a alien examination or where he's simply the doctor and patient? How consensual would pharmas vivisection be? I need some THOUGHTS from youuu

Brainstorm is big into both check-up roleplay and 'alien lifeform study' roleplay. There's definitely a hint of fearplay in the latter too, grabbing and manhandling your soft form while he runs his examinations and experiments, you completely helpless to do anything to stop him. I think he's really good at roleplaying tbh, he strikes me as a freak like that.

DUBCON MENTION FOR PHARMA

As for Pharma, I feel like he sates his dark passenger by finding people with medical debt and health issues and making them an offer they simply cannot afford to refuse (hence the dubcon aspect). Is it morally reprehensible for your giant metal robot doctor to have his cock in one hand while he's removing your appendix? Absolutely. Can you afford to subject yourself to further US medical debt? Absolutely not. If it's any consolation, he's shockingly good at what he does. He's just gonna jack off about it basically the whole time, and talk way too lewdly about the entire ordeal.

He also has to make sure you aren't going to back out at the last minute, so having you strapped down like a pinned insect on display is basically a guarantee.

[dinosaurwithablog]

I am broken. I will always be broken, but I will not let that be what defines me. I've lived through hell. There were days that I didn't think that I'd make it, but you know what? I made it out. I am stronger and wiser for having done so. I remember sitting there one day thinking that this couldn't continue. So, I set a goal for myself that day. I would brush my teeth by noon. Sounds easy, right? At 11:55 a.m., I was freaking out thinking it's almost noon. What am I going to do. That is when it hit me. What would I do if this was someone other than me in this situation. I'd grab them and pull them up and lead them to the bathroom, and put their toothbrush in their hand. So that's what I did, except to myself. It sounds goofy, but I did it, and I was sooooooo proud of myself. It was a very small step, but I moved forward that day for the first time in years, and it fell incredible!! And I've been setting goals for myself ever since. Things that I know I can do. I set myself up for success. I'm telling you all this because I've found a lot of posts where people are overwhelmed and feel like they can't go on. I'm telling you that you can. It's up to you. Don't let the bastards win. Ever. Do this for you because you deserve it. I lived through reprehensible atrocities that no one should ever have to live through. But I made a choice. I would not let that define me. I would change my narrative. And I did. In doing so, I found beauty in Hell. I found that I am more understanding for it. I found that I'm more compassionate for it. And the greatest gift of all was that I could help others who felt the way I did. There is beauty in everything. That is a great gift. Sometimes you have to look really hard to find it, but it's there. Take a little step forward today. And the next and the next. If you stumble, get up and take another step. Let setbacks motivate you to do better. I believe that all the people out there can achieve greatness in their own way. Take a breath and move forward. I'm still doing that, and I get better every day. I won. The bastards lost. Yippee cayay motherfucker!! Happiness is a choice. Please, choose wisely. 🙏🏼 I will always choose happiness. I'm worth it and so are you 😍🫂💜💜💜 if you notice I use three purple hearts a lot in my posts. Like a war hero, I have earned them. They represent the wounds and scars that have made me stronger and wiser. I'm proud of those scars because they made me who I am today. Be your own hero and save yourself. You're worth it. ✨️

Wow!! That was hard to post, but I hit the button. I feel like I just stood naked in front of the Tumblr community, but if this post helps even one person feel better, then it was worth it. I'm gonna put my clothes back on now. It's getting chilly 😉😊😍

[watcherwiki]

video for the Busted Little F*****s Collection posted on the Watcher Stuff website, November 27, 2024

[script text under cut]

Hello everybody. I'm Shane Madej, the Estranged Producer of the educational program Puppet History.

Recently we released an adorable plushie version of our beloved Professor. But we didn't release them all. Why? Well, because it turns out creating plushies is not an exact science. Mistakes can very much be made. And they were.

Like the reprehensible Doctor Victor Frankenstein we sought to make a plush in the Professor's image, and we can only assume that God Almighty was none too pleased, as he in his vengeful wisdom cursed us with some truly Cronenbergian monstrosities. Turn away if you're of weak constitution. That's right. Look upon these busted little f*ckers! Look upon them and weep. Awful. Who is this? A history point from him? Welcome one and who? What on earth? I'm gonna vomit.

(purging himself of the horrors)

As it happens, even these gnarly little freaks need a home. So today, we're releasing them into the wild. Yes, you can adopt one of these janked up doofuses for your very own, because the Busted Little F*ckers collection is now live. Now, wherever you go, you'll have a deranged little friend. Take him to the quarry. Do crimes with him. Leave them at the mall. Tie a rock to him and throw him in a lake. You can do all these things and more.

These freaky babies are deeply discounted and supplies are limited. So act fast! You don't have to buy one, but you can. Thank you for your time and may God have mercy on our souls.

[blubushie]

https://www.tumblr.com/blubushie/761610902932979712/idk-if-this-is-just-my-experience-but-i-noticed?source=share

my two cents on the "problematic" content thing is that tf2 is one of those media where you can lean into both feel good shit and darker topics simultaneously.

a recipe for a good tf2 fic is over the top gore and ridoculously stupid humourous scenes.

but also, If you're upset about people posting blood and a lil' guts, you picked the wrong fandom. that said, writers should of course use their best judgement and tag things appropriately. yk if someone comes in complaining about blood, there's a notice that says "you might see some shit"

and I don't play anti/pro ship games because the definitions of such things are fucking convoluted and meant to incite riots at this point, I do believe... I guess it sounds ridiculous to say it but I have seen people complain about "the mercenaries would never..." in the past. and it's always left me scratching my head.

and like this is tf2 we are talking about, people are going to die, horribly, which includes our main protagonists. there will be violence, fire, and swearing.

but also, If you're upset about people posting blood and a lil' guts, you picked the wrong fandom.

There's a reason I don't tag for blood on this blog and that's why lmao. I'll tag for gore gore (it's #haemocyanin btw—think viscera and guts and body horror) but I won't tag for blood.

I have seen people complain about "the mercenaries would never..." in the past. and it's always left me scratching my head.

This as well. IIRC at one point someone (either Hale, the Admin, or Miss Pauling, can't recall who) outright states that a few of the mercs are sex offenders. And this can be anything from "got slapped with an indecent exposure charge for pissing in public on a wall while drunk and had to register" to "outright assaulted someone" and we don't know what it is or who it is. And I'd personally rather my mercs not be violent sex offenders, but we also don't know, and I'm not gonna shit on someone or harrass them for exploring that bit of lore and what the circumstances might've been behind it.

It's very ironic to me that the "oh we're all freaks" website draws their line at, like... petplay or something and you can't go any freak beyond that. Now, it can certainly be argued that certain acts aren't in character for certain characters, but people as a whole are also highly nuanced. Someone can frequent a prostitue and then go home to their happy wife and happy little family. An alcoholic sociopath with anger issues can hold down a stable job and be a good friend and a good person—is that also out of character? People are confusing, extremely self-contradicting creatures, and it's fun to get into their heads. We've all got skeletons in our closet. We've all got something problematic about us, or our pasts. No one's hands are really clean—there's always dirt somewhere, it's just a matter of finding it. Stones in glass houses. I think harrassing someone for the fiction they create is bullshit, personally, even if I do find it morally reprehensible and disgusting in my own eyes. Depiction doesn't equal endorsement.

And people are allowed to not want to interact with people who depict or engage with certain things! God knows I have a few of my own that I wouldn't want to interact with. I just don't reckon nobody should be harrassed for it. I don't reckon real people should be harmed over fiction. I can recall a few groups to recent memory who ordered certain works destroyed, who demanded certain things not be talked about or written about or art done of them, and none of them were the good guys.

[bcrgondy]

closed starter :   @slumberpcrty​

    the last thing he wanted was to come home tonight -----    but as fate would have it  ,     his plans fell through  .    so ,     here he is :    helmet in hand  ,    sleek black t-shirt too casual for the formal setting making him pop like a button in the crowd as he storms through the front door ,      hair looking a little messy  ,     sunglasses still on because god knows why ,    trying to navigate through unspotted only to be greeted by that forever awed  ,    slightly chiding tone of his mother     “    sebastian !   ”         she can make his name in itself feel like something reprehensible .       it’s a skill ,    really .   so ,   yielding his weapon of choice :   charm ,      he stretches his mouth into something of a smile and kisses her cheek .    “    is that dress new ?    you look ----     ”        she cuts him off promptly ,   unamused .     “    why are you in sunglasses at 7pm ?    inside the house ?     ”       he opens his mouth ,    fumbling for an excuse  ,    only to have them promptly snatched from his face to reveal a purple-ish hue around his eye  .      damn it .      “      --- okay ,     don’t freak out .   ”      too late ,    she’s already grabbing his chin  ,     looking at him like he’s an expensive glass with a crack .    “     sebastian !    what happened ?     ”      squirmish , he wriggles off her grip .     “    it’s fine ---   i   [     ...    ]    fell on   [     ...    ]    a shovel ----    is that doctor julia ?     doctor julia !   over here !   ”      he waves to her friend  ,     dodging a scolding just in time .      he watches as she clenches her maw ,     and then shapes her mouth into a smile  ,    whispering something along the line of   ‘we’ll discuss this later’    as he scurries off her line of sight .        good god ,      he needs a drink .   sebastian snatches a glass of champagne off a tray and moves to the far off corner of the room ----    he likes people watching at during these things .    it’s like nature documentaries  ,     a bunch of vultures picking at a mangled carcass in the road ----    only the vultures in this case were people trying to become associates  ,    and the mangled carcass was ,    well ----     his father .    these things are often dull ,      seldom does anything interesting ever happens ,     so when he spots    her ----     the last person he expected to see here ,     or --- well ,   anywhere ,     he can’t disguise the   surprised look   on his face .    it’s like getting hit by lightening twice .

[subbyfoxelf]

look. i do not believe anything that can happen at the ballot box will fundamentally change the united states for the better. its existence is a result of an escalating series of acts of genocide and other crimes against humanity. i do not believe anything other than a (hopefully bloodless) revolution followed by reparations and a return of sovereignty to its internally colonized peoples can even begin to remedy this. and even in the event that we manage to achieve this in our lifetimes, its scars will continue to last for centuries.

but i also cannot begin to tell you how cautiously optimistic i am about what four or eight years of kamala harris looks like compared to "jfc we actually have to hope for JOE BIDEN just to stop trump."

i'm not a harris apologist. she has done reprehensible things throughout her career. it's hard to have the jobs she's had without doing so. she's already backed off of her previously lukewarm support of things like defunding the police and universal healthcare. i'm not being naive here.

but look, y'all. the first major decision she had to make was between an upper midwest nonthreatening white guy who had achieved a few modest reforms in his state, has some pretty obvious problems that most democrats considered for a vp slot will obviously have, but could be a whole lot worse, versus a literal idf shill who could almost certainly deliver her pennsylvania on a silver platter. and who is younger, to boot, so the party would probably selfishly prefer him for the way it would set them up for the future. and i am so freaking used to democrats looking at a choice between "i guess this is ok considering the circumstances" and "this is very obviously the wrong choice" and not only picking the second one but belligerently insisting that it was actually awesome and everyone should love it... and i just...

i just want people who might actually be trying their best. i don't have to agree with what they think "their best" is. again, literally not a thing that's possible in u.s. presidential politics. i just need to be able to have some sincere belief that things might get a little better, that the people who have the power to move the needle aren't actively moving it in the wrong direction out of spite. it doesn't mean that things are ok, they never will be under this government, but a few years to breathe sounds pretty fucking nice right now.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Sweet S/O gets a cruel punishment

[ ONE-SHOT ] [ Nagito Komaeda ] [ Danganronpa 2 Goodbye Despair ]

⚠️ This contain a little bit of spoilers

This was requested by @sleepyone2three, thank you for requesting it!! The version of the other characters requested you can find it in the masterlist

Im so sorry!! Im a really simp for Nagito and I think i expressed it pretty well here, still I did my best and I really hope you enjoy it

It hurt me write this but at the same time i enjoy it like you have no idea 😭😭

The trip to that strange island was pretty weird, and still almost everyone seemed to don't care much about it and just want to enjoy it. Nagito being one of those who doesn't seem to care much, he knows that the island is kinda suspicious but he doesn't say much about it, just happy that his lucky give him the opportunity to enjoy of this trip with his amazing classmates, and more important, you, his beloved partner, the hope of his life

When Monokuma revealed his plan to everyone Nagito doesn't take it too bad, maybe blaming his bad luck but aside from that he just stays cheerful, saying that everyone will find a way to get out of there and with your own positivity helps others to stay positive and don't freak out immediatly, winning hope and motivation to continue

The first days, even when everyone were wary of the situation most of them were willing to work together, specially since Twogami take the role of the leader. However you know Nagito really well to know that he was acting different but he deny it anytime you ask him about it (also, he was more focused on your well-being as normally and he wasn't causing troubles yet, so you shouldn't worry so much)

But then the first trial came, everyone were really nervous since the party was supoused to prevent this but still everything become a mess in a second, mixed between investigate and don't fully believe what were happening you tried to cheer everyone to find the culprit, to don't let Twogami's death be in vain

Is probably you already suspect that this was by Nagito's hand but still when he revealed that he was the one who planned all the killing was pretty shocking. It has to be Hajime and you the ones calming everyone down and make them think clear before voting by anger towards him and condemning everyone

Nagito hated seeing you so worried about him but he has to continue to help you bring hope to everyone, he was planning to properly apologize to you for all what he has done after the trial but being attacked and chained stoped him from doing so

When the news of what they did to Nagito reached you you weren't happy, but as much you find their conduct reprehensible you understand why they are doing it, so you do your best to convince them to let him free, promising to personaly watch over him so he won't do anything bad again, and they accept it (a little hesitant but at least you will be able to free him from the chains)

Once you went where he was kept locked up he received you with his normal self depracating attitude, but just as always you treat him with nothing but love and sweetness, even after almost killing someone and making everyone fear him, even after making you worried sick of him possibly truly being the culprit you still greet him with a smile and even take time to ask him how he was. He apologize to you for everything he did, even calling him rude names but you just respond with your usual sweetness, scolding him for doing such thing but still don't leaving him alone, you even go as far and take care fo him, making sure the chains didn't hurt him, making him company while he take breakfast and making sure him propertly rest, even making sure that this time he do it in bed

Just as you promised you were making sure that Nagito doesn't plan anything weird and deal with others when they don't want to directly talk to him out of fear or anger (what he totally understand), or even defending him when you feel like others are just being unfair or overreacting about him (specially when the second trial come)

You don't let anyone opinion affect you nor even make you doubt him, not the rest of your classmates, not him, not even Monokuma have managed to make you doubt or lose hope and that is something Nagito admire and love, your unbrekable hope is giving him hope too, this is the hope he is searching for and he is sure that, even when you are stuck with him you still bring hope to others, you are the one who can truly make everyone bright with a beautiful hope and that is why he decided to just follow you and look after you, he doesn't has to try and give them a little push because you are the one giving them hope, he just need to help you, to be with you

However the killing game were just getting more and more difficult, with Monokuma bringing out new incentives and hints of things that just confuse everyone, just like the Future Fundation or the posibility of a traitor between them, and the more resent incentive were a problematic one

The despair disease is one that change the personality of the affected, turning them into someone completely different in some way, and unfortunately you were one of those affected, making you lose that sweet smile of yours that always decorated your lips or that soft eyes that could calm anyone, making you hold an annoyed expression like if you were mad for just even been there. That morning you greeted Nagito with an annoyed expression and just passing from him, like if talking to him were a waste of time and even when he think that of himself you never treated him like that before, you even scold him for treating himself like that

Everyone was surprised because some of them were acting really weird, and of course your change didn't went unoticed, your usual sweet words were vanished and replaced for bad comments and insults

In this case could be that Nagito were infected too, and since he is just lying and just doesn't shut up someone will have to separate the two of you before you start to fight with him for being so annoying and for being insulting you. However if is the case that he isn't infected he is really shocked about your change, and, as much as he believes that he deserve to be treaten like that he knows you will never do it, did someone did something to make you change? Did HE did something that made you mad? or is the work of Monokuma?

After Monokuma explained that all of this is an incentive and Mikan offering to take care of everyone, she took all the affected to the hospital but you take another road not really wanting to follow them and Nagito followed you, he wanted to make sure you were alright (even if he says the contrary), but right now he weren't doing anything aside from annoying you, you had even screamed at him, calling him a creppy and asking to leave you alone but Nagito just can't, he was growing desperate, where it goes his sweet partner? the one who had took care of him and loved him? The one that was full of hope?

But non of his questions will be answered because Monokuma came to you two, teasingly he ask what you where doing, weren't you supposed to be in the hospital? But right now you couldn't care less about that, not when Monokuma was finishing with the little patience you had behind, reaching your limit you end up screaming and hitting him with all the anger you have

If Nagito were fully in his senses he will tried to help you, and even when he tries his luck didn't helped him this time because you fate was marked when you threw that blow, Monokuma was annoyed by your actions but at the same time were happy to finally get out of the problem you are, so with all the excitement in the world he remember you the rules and before you could even say something he attacked you mercilessly, laughing while he just leave your body fall to the floor to wait the death

Nagito was devastaded, he wanted to help you but even when you were bleeding you still were angry, pushing him away even calling him usless, and he just accept it, Nagito just sit there watching you die in pain because he can't do anything, all your harsh words repeat in his head again and again like a broken record but this time he is starting to believe that he deserve it, he deserve to recive that threat from you because he is so usless that he can't even save you

Nagito blame himself for your death, he fully believes that it was because his bad luck, and even when he says to everyone that all of you just have to continue deep down the memory of you being rude is hunting him down, it doesn't let him alone when he is awake and when he is asleep. Nagito desperately wants to remember the sweet and hopeful you, but your annoyed and angry expression remember him that he doesn't deserve to be treated kindly

[constellama]

Ok 13 chapters into The Raven Boys, more thoughts

Why does Gansey keep thinking his friends are gonna die? Like first Ronan and then Adam,,,, sir what happened to you,,,do you need a hug?? Maybe someone to talk to??

Ronan is making his way up the favorites list, he’s the most reprehensible out of the other boys but at least he cares about his bird <3

Ronan Lynch 🤝 Kaz Brekker Scaring people by staring at them

This Whelk guy is freaking me out,,,what’s up with him,,,and why was his friend’s last name the same as Noah’s,,,

Persephone is weird I kinda love her

Wth did Whelk’s reading mean,,,,I’m a little concerned now

“No, kick him in the nuts. Then run the other way.” PFFFT

I love how even the smaller characters are likable. Maura, Persephone, Calla, they actually have something distinctive about them which makes them feel more real. I hope those three are reoccurring for the rest of the books

[mamaspeckles]

Hey Mamaspeckles. Sorry a discord friend of gramma’s again. So she got incredibly scared and freaked out last night because somehow, someone had figured out who she was, despite herself always sending messages anonymously.

But I’m just sending a message because she hasn’t been able to stop crying, that person (who ironically was anonymous on her blog when they sent her a message), that person was downright nasty to her. Basically called her a ‘cringe r*t*rd who harasses girls and makes them uncomfortable’. I’m heartbroken and I’m angry for her, but now she’s got it in her head that she’s so worried she’s coming across as harassing you and annoying you. She still really really wants to send her ideas to you, and she absolutely adores you and the things you make. But she’s just terrified she’s being too intense and too much. It was a massive breech of privacy for that anonymous to find her and attack her the way they did, and I am so upset over this and I am so so sorry for sending this but we know you care for her, she will be back! She’s just having a little rest is all. But we all want you both to make sure to take care of yourselves. She says she’ll be back within a day or so, but she wanted me or one of us to say to just let you know that she hasn’t been scared off or that she’s stopping sending things. But URGH I wanna fight that person who sent that to her

I'm truly sorry to hear what happened to Gramma... It's incredibly upsetting that someone would violate her privacy and attack her like that after I have expressed to others and even gramma that I enjoy and am not uncomfortable with the messages and stories I get. Please let her know that I adore her and appreciate her sharing her ideas with me. Her messages always brighten my day and even make me blush, and she never comes across as harassing or annoying. Whoever did this to her is despicable, and I share your anger towards them. Please tell Gramma to take all the time she needs, and when she's ready, I'll be here eagerly awaiting her return. She's a cherished part of our community, and I will not let some cowardly harasser drive her away from doing the things she loves.

And to the person who caused emotional damage this Is a sad and pathetic loser. You are deeply despised by me and many others and you can only preform disappointing and unacceptable acts. You are such a lowlife individual that you would go to such lengths to harass Gramma Speckles. Such behavior is not only cowardly but also reprehensible. Gramma Speckles is a valued and loved person to me, and her contributions are appreciated by me and many others. Harassment and personal attacks have no place here or anywhere else. I hope the individual responsible realizes the gravity of their actions and seeks some form of help for their slow minded behavior. May you be punished in the eyes of god on judgement day. You are disgusting.

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[yonemurishiroku]

Nipollo is actually kinda funny tho because like. Apollo is an extensive version of Will. Which means that 80% of the things Solangelo have, it would also make sense with Nipollo.

You know what I’m saying? I mean like, my whole Solangelo brainrot revolves around their dynamic and what they represent as a whole, which, unfortunately or fortunately - depends on who you ask, would function just as fine if you were to replace Will with Apollo. It feels weird, really, but again, very much fascinating.

It’s just a fact. I’m serious. All the sun and star thing. Look me in the eyes and tell me Apollo isn’s a freaking sun. I dare you. It’s just how things are, for gods’ sake this whole demigod thing is just plucking what you like from the gods and make a tiny version out of it. It’s not that reprehensible - ok maybe a little - but it’s comprehensible.

I mean, we’d probably gain the same result with Hades an——okay that’s enough. Actually i do know a fic——aidhwkhd you know what I mean.

[lambheartedgirl]

@godspetdog mwah thank u for tagging me!! tagging @momhorror @saintflint @hauntanelle @onlinepig and anyone else who wants to do it :-)

Do you make your bed? every few days when I obsessively clean my whole room

What's your favourite number? I hate numbers

What is your job? unemployed

If you could go back to school, would you? only to delay growing up a little longer + I miss pissing myself laughing on the walk home with my friends. now we only piss ourselves laughing in the comfort of the house we have to pay rent for :-(

Can you parallel park? I cannot even drive

A job you had that would surprise people? humbling but I have never had a job

Do you think aliens are real? definitely but they're probably microscopic or otherwise visually underwhelming

Can you drive a manual car? no and willing to bet I never will

What's your guilty pleasure? I don't feel guilty about my joy (just kidding it's all my morally reprehensible kinks)

Tattoos? none! I've been hearing the siren song of cybersigilism lately but ik I mustn't heed it

Favorite color? maroon/ blood red

Favorite type of music? hard to say overall but I love me some new wave, post-punk, femme punk/ riot grrrl, cold wave and indie rock

Do you like puzzles? no but it must be said I do fuck with a hexa-stack/ water sort mobile game situation

Any phobias? terrible thalassophobia. can't even swim in regular pools cause if I close my eyes I freak out

Favorite childhood sport? picking up worms and putting them in safe places. slowly walking around the perimeter of the playground. shouting at ppl much bigger than me

Do you talk to yourself? constantly

What movies do you adore? ginger snaps, sanctuary, super dark times, fresh, pearl, lisa frankenstein, the vvitch, carrie, superbad, school of rock!

Coffee or Tea? chai latte :3

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? princess

[snellyfish]

(duck) THOUGHTS!! THOUGHTS ON EPISODE 10-11!! NOW!! I AM SHAKING YOU VIOLENTLY PLEASE TELL ME

OHOGHGOH MY GOSH OK OK OK you know how funny it was for like 2 days straight after we FINALLY caught up i just kept saying "i have to go write out my thoughts on drdt and feed my anons (mostly with you in mind)" every few hours with nothing but "i thought you already did that??" in response, cue me being like "no but like for real this time"

I also give my best wishes to the creator of DRDT, you've given us such a fun story with fun characters and I hope you the best on recovering, resting, and focusing on yourself. If we never get another episode that is a-ok, I'll be very sad but only because I truly appreciate the art and writing for a wonderful story that you've given to us all for FREE. Thank you for that<3 For clarity and reference, this whole ramble is written with the intention/presumption that we will get more chapters, though I'm not getting my hopes up

!!!!! DRDT EPISODE 10 AND 11 SPOILERS BELOW !!!!!

Also just an insane wall of text in general, jfc, you have been warned

Ok so first of all, I'll say what everyone's really here for:

Sorry, I personally fucking LOVED the twist, no significant complaints with it; it's a character trope I ADORE and more than I ever could've asked for to come from such a blorbo as David

Sorry, yes, I am also unfortunately down bad for him, HOWEVER-

Extremely happy that David wasn't the killer because we get to see more of this little freak in action in the next chapter, I can't even tell you how excited I am for his character omgomgomgomg I love horrible fucked up manipulative freaks so much. I also don't blame anyone for not enjoying his character anymore (especially if you liked the trope of his preconceived notion of a character) but like, me personally I can appreciate any character no matter the morals (the less the better imo) as long as they're written in an interesting and compelling way.

The way David is so horrendously straight-forward about everyone else just being a funny little pawn to him with absolutely no remorse (genuinely hope he never gains any empathy or I'll be a little upset ngl (well…depends on how it's done I GUESS!!)) makes his seemingly multi-layered character into….. something one-dimensional (/pos /GEN!!! one-dimensional is NOT a bad thing if it's a cool dimension that causes fun character conflicts) but the WAY they introduce this static ruthlessness to him is just;;;; CHEFS KISS. He's still a layered character, sure, two-faced freak running the long con, but his true self is just so reprehensibly remorseless it's hard to see ANYTHING under it

We were also both dying of laughter in the first episode how David had a really long horribly winded speech about fucking,,,,,,God knows what,,,, And no one acknowledged it and me n my bestie were just fucking whale eyeing each other like "SO IS NO ONE GONNA TALK ABOUT THAT? WE'RE JUST GONNA STEAMROLL RIGHT OVER HIS MINI PSYCHOTIC BREAK? OK" Not to be salty but GUYS.. Anyone who genuinely believed David was a good person and were shocked with the twist I…I'm sorry …… I'm sorry that we did not watch the same character introduction …. I've been on team two-faced David from the start that's my manipulate mansplain manwhore right there, babe! If you don't love him at his X you don't deserve him at his Y

Erm erm erm also thought it was hilarious when David was droning on after his big real reveal because, even though I was having a great time with it, I was also just repeatedly muttering "the fish…..?" looking around like the john travolta gif "the fish? the fish? guys, the fish? can we talk about the fish? im dying to talk about the fish" AHGHGAGAHA AND JUST GETTING SO FRUSTRATED WHEN EVERYONE FINALLY BROUGHT UP THE FISH AND WERE LIKE "OH EM GEE THE LIAR IS LYING ABOUT KILLING AREI??? DAS SO CRWAZY" Old school Danganronpa feeling of screaming at the characters denseness, so nostalgic, I DID ENJOY IT, IT WAS FUNNY, I HAD A GOOD TIME HAHA I loooove characters who lie for no good reason only to benefit themselves and have a good time while others suffer (Kokichi doesn't count + I don't like him (also stop comparing David to Kokichi you guys are insane and don't understand character nuance SOWWY))

My apologies I'm still like keeling off [MULTIPLE SUBSTANCES OF VARYING LEGALITY] so DON'T tell me if this is incomprehensible or not because I'm speaking straight from the heart and the heart says I won't him. This reminds me that for the entire time he was having his MAIN psychotic break (especially in the animation) my best friend wouldn't stop fucking muttering in distress "I WANT HIM I WANT HIM I WANT HIM" I had to tell him to shut the fuck up even though I was also internally very much not normal. We should both be shot.

Still think David and Hu should kiss. I think now more than ever they should kiss. Maybe make out.

Actually do you know how many times I said "Shut up, Hu." during these two episodes?? It was at least 5 I was getting SO mad at her for like no good reason, I don't even remember WHY exactly but I think her mom friend energy was getting TOO motherly and I'm no longer appreciating the particular WAY she mothers people, i.e. picking favorites + taking accountability for said favorites + defending them blindly and naively but in weirdly elitist way etc etc etc.. Very typical of Snellyfish to ship toxic men with female characters they don't like. Maybe I should look into my soul for this one, doesn't seem like,,,healthy, or something. I'll write my own callout post for me on that one dw.

Also I'm not necessarily saying Hu has bad writing or a wholly unlikeable personality at all btw, I am interested to know Why she's like that, I just gotta get over the hill of disliking her rn. Uber sweetie characters like that can just get on my nerves is all. She's also definitely got the secret motive for having multiple Attempts, huh? Give us your backstory queen,,,, I promise to like you a little more if you can bring a lil tear or two to my eye,,,,,,, I think my main thing with her is that she's like the most NORMAL of the group LMFAO

Either way, Huvid real. Sorry, but it shouldn't be surprising, I'm a Verturo shipper after all, it's in my natur-

SPEAKING OF VERTUROOOOOHHHH MY GGOOODDDDD I ATE SOOO DAMN GOOD. NO CRUMBS LEFT, I WAS GOING CRAZY. GOOD GOD CHRIST ALMIGHTY. The way that Veronika was the ONLY mf defending Arturo and he was like "girl you're making me look BAD" was so fucking funny, I am so horribly obsessed with their dynamic it's unreal

Not to "omg as a veronika kinnie-" for the millionth time but GIRL-- the way that I've said in the past Multiple Times that I hope both Arturo and David get worse and worse in an irredeemable way (mostly David, I kiiiinda want some nice Arturo content maybe one day 😳), and to have Veronika in like the same episode (I think) pivot back and forth towards both Arturo AND David in a "ohhh you're horribly fucked up I hope you never get better because I want in your brain NOW!!! let me IN!!!!!! THE TOXIC FUMES ARE CALLING TO ME LIKE A SWEET SWEET SIREN!!!!!!!" I think all three of them should also hold hands and kiss and--

OH. OH OHH. ARTURORRROOOO God as a general fuckin stan of all three Arturo + Veronika + David I ATE SO DAMN GOOD IT'S BEEN CRAZY TO CONTAIN MY THOUGHTS LMAO, had to stew on this one before writing it all out y'see. I definitely want to rewatch this chapter sometime because I know I've consumed it pretty mindlessly and a lot goes over my head. EITHER WAY.

Arturo backstory real??? Arturo's breakdown about his sister and how it's not his fault?? Not your fault in what way? Blushes and bats my eyelashes and holds your latex glove hand. plink plink. <-- sound of me batting my eyelashe.s. I was also incredibly normal when he straight up pulled a scalpel on Eden Kai Satou style, really really sane I didn't make monkey sounds or ANything like that, you guys. trust me.

In general I try not to give too hard of a time on DRDT's writing because it's like,, a passion project, obviously not professionally done, just a happy little writer writing their happy little characters AND I APPRECIATE AND RELATE TO YALL SO MUCH FOR THAT;; But I do have to finally properly mention how I frequently face the problem of a very consistent flow of characters being very straightforward, telling instead of showing, and making things just very awkward seeming? I bring this up mostly because of the Eden/Arei scene. Don't get me wrong I LOVE that dynamic and I LOVE what could've been between them in their friendship (🌈?) but I also wish that they didn't write Arei to so boldly claim like "I've been a manipulative bitch" or something like that, I guess I just don't feel that it's the kind of thing someone (especially like her, even with her breakdown-breakthru with David) would be able to articulate so clearly, and accept so honestly in such a short timeframe; I dunno. I've felt this way with a lot of dialogue even just in the prologue/introductions sections, wherein characters speak like they're Just Characters and know exactly how to word things like robots and just don't speak like Real people half the time. Whateva. That's my nitpick. I definitely think the dialogue has gotten better but the Arei thing ticked me off, but, I think her self-awareness might just be a crucial part of her character I'm not picking up on enough so,,,,augh, might just be me, honestly! I'm not the greatest writer myself so 🙏 feh!

Can't wait to figure out if I ship Arturo and J or not. Feel insane about it. Every time they talk I'm like DO I??? DO I SHIP IT??????? LOOKS AROUND AT THE AUDIENCE

GUYS I'LL BE REAL I'M STILL SO LOST ON WHO THE FUCKING KILLER IS LMAO!!!!!!! Entirely forgetting everyone's alibis right now so I can't really say who I'm leaning towards because they could be completely safe and I'm just dense and didn't pay enough attention. My b.

Even though Ace is one of my top fav characters I can feel myself getting steadily less and less interested in him just because all of his energy is going into the stupid Nico/Levi situation and I'm like SO sick of it Actual. I know it's mostly because I don't personally like Nico or Levi AND because this shit keeps getting brought up with no resolution nor any progress and it's like BRO.. I'M SICK OF IT. The amount of times they would bicker and I'd say "I'm sick of this drama." and then strategically zone out in self-defense was kind of funny. ACE DEFINITELY HAD SOME REALLY GOOD PARTS IN THESE EPISODES OUTSIDE OF THAT THOUGH GHGHHG HE KEEPS ME HOOKED, THAT DAMNED SMILE, as a chihuahua lover myself I can never stray too far from Ace's light, he's so fucking funny and I love his dynamic with David-- oh no, I love his dynamic with David........... Looks at my palms.

As always: Charles<3 I have such a funny relationship with him because it's like, he's not one of my top favs by any means, doesn't stand out the most for my particular taste, but I also have literally no reason to dislike him and he's just written GOOD, so whenever he shows up and has a nice scene or a nice line I just go "ah,,,,,,, charles<3" Not a single negative thought about him. He's like a sister to me. This isn't true I have many negative thoughts about my sister but you know!

I THINK THAT'S IT. THERE YOU GO. FEAST, MY ANONS, ASSUMING ANYONE HAS THE WILL TO READ THIS IN IT'S ENTIRETY HAHAHAHA. Time to go watch Demon Slayer Season 3!!!!!!

[allthatisleftinthedark]

Because Maisie has asked so nicely for Lucien to "don't let your freak out like that", the vampire has decided to do exactly the opposite.

In the form of a dragon's heart propped where she'd likely see it and a little piece of paper that had the initials 'L.F.P', a little smile drawn next to it, and a small message that read, 'don't tell me what to do.'

unprompted asks | always accepting! | @caustichatred

Maisie Doscedar heaved as she leaned against the closing door, putting her weight behind it. She crossed one hand over the other and flexed her palms outward, savoring the satisfying sound of the door clicking shut. Respite can take many forms, appealing to any combination of the five senses. For Maisie, it was a rented room's privacy and a locked door's security.

After unclasping the silver hooks of her navy blue drapery, the gnome hangs the hood on a hook adjacent to the door. She hooks her finger into her boot, sliding one off after the other and resting it on the carpet. Golden irises glance at the closed door leading to the bedroom and study.

Pa always said never to bring work home, but the cattle on the pastures sometimes managed to get inside the house. Ma echoed the sentiment but kept her weapon close to her belt after a day of drills and kept her youngest daughter trained. Breaking that cycle of hypocrisy would soon happen one day. 

But it isn't today. 

Soothing the wrinkles on her dress, the gnome mustered several disjointed thoughts, meeting together into a to-do list of miscellaneous research topics. She removes her goggles from her head, running her ungloved hand through her hair and brushing her bangs back. However, the thick locks still fall forward, framing that encumbered visage only visible in these secured walls. 

As the moment allows it, Maisie inhales deeply, eyes closing, clearing away all the prior commitments and troubles of the outside. 

S l o w l y, the air reaches her.

Her eyes shoot open. Knotting and twisting, panging discomfort comes to her stomach. Her nostrils wrinkle. Her shoulders fold inward, an erratic twitch in her being. Collected and calm are no longer in the expression of the gnome, the creases of her uncovered hand dampening and the bile heavy in her diaphragm. 

It was a scent one will never forget: rot. 

Maisie's heart was pounding as she cautiously stepped forward, her gloved hand pressed firmly against her nose and mouth. Her eyes darted madly across the living space as she took in her surroundings in a quick sweep. She checked the chair and table, but neither had been moved out of place. Urgency in her movement, she inspects the windows and then the main door. The furniture was not turned over or moved, and the door and windows showed no signs of forced entry. 

No matter which side of the room she went to, the rotting was still as thick and repugnant. Maisie's golden irises finally flit to the bedroom's closed door, heart sinking. Lowering her gloved hand to her side, forcibly taking a deep breath to acclimate to the stench, she paces towards the door. Her still sweaty right hand reaches for the doorknob, the cold metallic touching her palm and sending shivers crawling up her arm. 

Twisting the knob, Maisie breaches through the door and swiftly closes the door behind her. Security evaporates at any chance of being discovered. Confiding the known is not an option. Never can there be a chance of admitting what this could be. 

A threat? A reminder? Whatever it is, all contacts standing with Maisie can break contact. Why? Anything less than slightly perfect is what will make people leave. If you can't do, what good are you for? 

In the dimly lit bedroom, with the sunlight spilling out from the drawn curtains, she almost gags. The reprehensible foulness now escapes from its containment the moment the door opens. The bed is undisturbed, as are the dressers, she catches at the first inspection. However, her eye's attention flickers to the main desk opposite the bed. 

Sitting ominously atop a stack of vellum was a massive animal heart that she could not even fathom what it belonged to. Red and wet, it seems freshly torn from its host, laying to waste and awaiting her return. Beneath the heart, blood pooled around it, staining the papers beneath in a gruesome display.

Suppressing a shudder, Maisie presses her back against the door to close it. Another click comes to her ears before she departs, heading straight for the table. All the words come out balls at the base of her throat as her hands splay and clench, eyes darting across the tabletop. 

Towards the right half of the table, inked pages are stacked, her prior work. She grabs them fast, dragging her thumb over the page corners with her thumb. Her nostrils flare. Reviewing the checklist of items completed, she knits her brows. If as much as a speckle of dirt or, in this case, gore stains them, it only disrupts her current to-do list. None of her progress has been tampered with, despite the blood puddle encompassing the abandoned organelle on her desk. She breathes by a sliver of a miracle, "Alright, this is saved..." 

Glancing back to the nestled viscera, Maisie's brow raises. Untouched and unstained is a precisely cut rectangular piece of paper. With quick observation, the length is almost 3 quarters of her hand in length but thin by width, only allowing several words to be written on them if there were any. 

With her fingertips, she leans in and retrieves the paper. Her eyes were narrow, and her fingers were rubbing the material; it was not a quality she purchased in the town or from her supplies. It bore the initials "L.F.P.," a small smile accompanying it. Her jaw clenches.

Turning over to the other side, her eyes skimmed. Scrawled on the other reads, she reads upon it: "Don't tell me what to do." 

Her hand trembled as she crumpled the note, nearly tearing the paper despite her struggle to hold her composure. A sharp pang of fear and frustration surged within her, sending her heart racing. She immediately recognized the sender's handwriting, the looping letters taunting her with familiarity. The message was short and to the point, but its implications were clear: he errs on his whim, and his emotions preclude more profound thought. 

If he is bothered, he will bother you. As simple as that.

Shivers creep beneath her skin. Time and time again, his pettiness and vindictiveness only imply the lengths he would go to; the fact her head remains attached to her body and her corpse not decomposing in that god-imposed labyrinth is proof enough. Had she served no purpose or means for him, another death is added to his count, another body in his collection of failed attempts at escaping. But, she was the way out, the key from his god's contemptuous curse. 

Long-term consequences are evident, this being one morsel of proof. Vulnerable and exposed, the vampire crawls and creeps alongside the walls and ceilings, always watching and waiting. In the comforts of her own shadow, he may be there as she stands here, staring at this paper. True solitude is impossible, and there is no comfort in knowing she can be a rabbit caught in a trap or in this wolf's maw when he is finally finished with her. 

Inhaling as deeply as she can, Maisie holds her breath in her lungs, chest tightening. Through the nostrils, she exhales, steadying the nerves and the trembling at her fingertips. He can't get the best of her - not again.

With a heavy sigh, Maisie glanced around the room, her mind racing about handling the situation. She couldn't afford to leave any evidence behind, not with the high stakes. 

'Wherever in the hells did he even find this? This shite seems plucked right out of the Sarrane's collection.' The gnome already slips off their glove, discarding on the bed. She rolls up both sleeves, revealing an unscarred right arm and a wholly marred left arm and hand. Reaching into the pouch on the side of her waist, she retrieves a hairband. She holds it between her teeth and pulling back her hair. 'The thought of Lucien and a Sarrane in the same room, especially that imperious heiress and her father, only makes me think of dissection tables and cages.' She shakes her head. 'Not if there are only bodies left behind by a potential god killer offended to think they can overpower him and make him into a weapon.' 

Partially prepared, she reaches down to the slit of her dress. Against her palm is cold leather. Pulling back her hand like an archer pulling back on a bow's string at the nocking point, the motion is swift and fast. A loud thud interrupts the perpetual silence of the room. Embedded now in the wooden table, standing upright and motionless, is a dagger. 

Once more, she reenters the gruesome sight on the desk, her hand steady. Once loud and glaring in her eyes, the turmoil was mute, the glint in them dissipating as soon as her bare left palm met with the wet remains of a heart. Drawing her touch back, crimson dyes the running lines across her palms, tacky as she closes her hand. 

Methodically, she takes the dagger in her right hand. Meeting the blade's tip to the heart, focused on the arteries and veins, she holds her breath. From blade to muscle, each movement is precise; the chamber that holds life, pushing the flow of life through the body, is much like a puzzle. How simple it is to dismantle the pieces, reducing the heart to manageable compartments. Each slice and glide, some struggle from the dagger's slightly dullened end, leaves her shivering, but she pushes through the revulsion. As well-trained as she was, she forced herself through, focused solely on the task. 

A heart on the desk was now never in question; a butcher's wor kin precision remains from what a heart could have been reduced to. A gruesome mess that awaits to be taken out, of course. Maisie retires the blade elsewhere so that it will not stain anything else. With spare pieces of cloth, she ties the segments individually and wrinkles her nose. With only a week left in the town, disposing of these suddenly and all in one go may draw suspicion. Of course, there are always the pig troughs that she can casually dispose of these parts at night. 

Once that was over, the desk was the main problem to handle. She could only dispose of the ruined vellum and feverishly clean over the desk until it was spotless and again innocent from a cruel trick. 

Finally, when all traces of the macabre scene had been erased, Maisie dropped into her chair, leaning back. Exhaustion washed over her. Such horrors will not be the last; these encounters are only horrific surprises that await her like an animal leaving gifts, killed prey, for its masters. Respite comes eerily as she can only contemplate what to do next.