#who even likes to see the show for the lore??

[vyainide]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤcoax me out, my loveㅤㅤ＼ㅤcomforting op menㅤㅤ𖥟

ワンピース၇⃪⃖ꪆ୧ㅤluffy, zoro & lawㅤ 𓊉 ㅤ~𝟣.𝟤𝗄—𝟣.𝟦𝗄𝗐𝖼ㅤ───gn! reader, canon compliant, angst/comfort, character study, can be romantic or platonic, marineford spoilers (luffy, zoro), thriller bark spoilers (zoro), dressrosa spoilers (law)᭮ ━─⠀ ❤︎ ㅤ2025©vyainide ㅤㅤ︶ིྀᩧㅤ1864lib

vyon's mouthpiece. sanji is not here because i haven't seen his backstory yet, i could write it bc it's impossible to avoid op spoilers for any arc and i essentially know the backbone of his lore, but i'm afraid i wouldn't do it enough justice so i'm just gonna not

sometimes, he gets distant— it's not then that you need to worry about luffy. you know to give him more credit now since you've become something to him; it's the times that he brands himself into you— stubborn and tense, even when it starts to hurt that you have enough basis to be worried.

the papers had ravished into every detail they could when it came to marineford, eager, eager, so disgustingly eager to find a physicality in ace's blood; they'd exaggerated every gory detail with a numbness that only those in their field are privy to. dug out open wounds where there were scars, tore wider cuts that were already stitched, ripped away the scab that had just formed— merciless.

you saw the news, everyone else in the crew did no doubt. and you'd have to give the paparazzi credit, they were there. you were not.

how the mighty whitebeard died standing, not bowing to any marine even in his death, stood as a shield for the sons he'd carelessly picked up over the years; how jinbei, shanks, all these big name pirates had shown up if only to cause enough chaos to make them regret; how ace— poor, sweet, loveable ace— died. you knew all the details, but you did not know the luffy that had lost his brother.

it was something that you did not quite know how to address when you'd come back from those gruesome years spent so out of reach from your captain, your crew, your family with only the trust you had in them that knew not one of them would go down. the return to saobaody archipelago was an undoing, the same way that it was when you'd been separated.

you worried a lot, and you're ashamed to admit that it was very much useless when you'd came across chopper first— and then he'd managed to coax you into buying him cotton candy like no years had passed at all. like time had been cut and sewn back together seamlessly and you were back to the day that camie and hachi were showing you around.

and from there, things speed up quick. you're allowed to sink into nami's arms when she offers you a hug, you laugh at usopp's stories of his mentor and an island that wanted to eat him, your stomach rejoices when it's finally satiated by sanji's cooking— you can finally smile at luffy, but there's no time for anything else. you've spent many nights grappling on how to be there for luffy when you were reunited, but he seems to return to you whole. toughened up, with that same smile that only reassures no matter what and after fishman island, you can't, in good conscious, ask luffy to slow down and force him back into the memories that no doubt haunt.

and haunt they do.

you've never reckoned luffy to be weak— no, he was your captain and he was the man who was going to be the king of pirates. you've placed your bets on him long ago, all in for this firecracker of a teen, but marineford had done something to him— to the luffy that has always stood so proudly in your memory like a god out of touch.

when you see a rival pirate sneak up on luffy from behind him, you see that photo that had been caught by chance in marineford. the luffy that had never bowed to any authority with his shaky arms, wrapped tight around his dying brother— not in the usual manner, the excitable way where he'd coil his arm around, once, twice, thrice. his fingertips barely touching as they wrapped around ace's middle, his head ducked down into the slope of ace's neck, shoulders closed in. this was not your captain who had taken down crocodile, who had punched a celestial dragon, who had saved countless members of his crew. this was luffy that had lost ace.

and you think, you've been thinking that luffy could have well died in that battle. it's selfish in a way that you know luffy would never quite accept, but you're a pirate. so you step in between the sword and luffy— and when you see the absolute horror that contorts luffy's vision, you think you can understand him a little bit better.

you wake up a little after less than twenty–four hours and nothing is out of the ordinary, except— except for the fact that your right hand is numb when the sword had driven through your stomach. hazily dragging your eyes over the lines of wooden planks that made up the ceiling of chopper's office until it pulls down onto a squeeze of your hand. "captain." your throat aches.

"you—" his bottom lip wobbles and his hand, wrapped around yours, squeezes again. you wince.

he sees it, he loosens up a little, but his fingers continue on, pressing between the meat of the bones in the back of your hand.

chopper comes in, sees you've woken up, and takes over accordingly.

you don't get to talk to luffy about this incident either.

things melt back into what they used to be and what stands out when you look at luffy is that expression that had degraded onto his face when you'd jumped in front of him. burdened by a shame and guilt, you let it be.

two days pass— not so normally as luffy has taken to becoming an unmovable extension of you and you let that be until it becomes a problem.

"luffy," he turns to you when you call for him, "are you okay?"

he makes a face that's as judgemental as he can fathom— it's similar to how nami's face twists, only his eyebrows are pinched more in a zoro–like fashion. "why?" sticks his face closer to yours and his eyes draw wide, deep and suddenly unfathomable, "you're the one in bandages," he says like it's an insult. you're surprisingly wounded by it though so maybe it was.

"it's not a competition." but if it were, you don't think you'd be winning. luffy doesn't dignify that with a response past a loud huff and shrugging away, his hands tightened around his ankle but the length of his arm is wrapped around yours. "i'm sorry, luffy." and it's obvious, far too obvious, that it would have been you that gives in first.

a good captain he is, luffy knows you have more to say— his ear twitches but he doesn’t turn back to look at you. amused, you reach out for his hand and pull it from his ankle. "i am sorry, captain. i think everyone is."

that interests him enough to incline his head back to you, the straw hat tipping with the slope. you leave it be and nod your head down to the material, resting against him. "for not being there." you can't see his face but you're shamelessly capable of imagining what it looks like right now.

"s'not your fault." he tells you, voice as even as he could make it. "it's," his chest puffs up like he was starting a sigh but it never goes back down. "i was right there 'n—" his voice cracks. "it was meant for me."

ah, you realise something, you've hurt him more than you imagined. the hand you've held loosely twists around and settles over your thighs; when he clenches down, violent in the blunt press of his nails softened over the material of your trousers, you don't wince. "ace must have been happy." you can say that confidently. "to see that his younger brother had come to save him— embarrassed too i bet."

cocky that you're trying to lighten the mood but luffy huffs a laugh so you know you must be right. "he was," luffy tells you, petulant and childish. "he told me to go away."

you let that rest for a while, let it dust off the still hurt that had been weighing luffy down and allow your captain to find that after his small laugh, something in his heart stretches outwards, then snaps back into place with an ease that he'd lost since marineford.

then you're at it again. "ace couldn't have lived with himself if you had died for him— and i know it well. if he had lost you and whitebeard at the expense of himself," you don't finish that sentence because you know luffy understands. it's in the way that his hand loosens around your thigh. "i'm sorry i wasn't there and that i stepped in the way of that sword, but luffy—"

"i know." solemn. "don't say it." demanding.

"okay captain." smiling, you push closer into luffy.

the captain and his first mate, and you say this with so much love in your heart, are two like minded buffons. you knew that they had sailed together in a little dinghy together before they had received the going merry from a friend of usopp's and you have to wonder how the hell they had survived. luffy was one thing, but zoro was another.

zoro's charmed you to believe in his competence. he's a monolith of a man— every part of him heavy, hurtful, mean, he carries three swords, his eyebrows set in a deep frown that is soothed by no name branded alcohol, steps silent and so sure. strong shoulders set back, the boredom on his face easily mistakable as an easy glare— they knew him as pirate hunter roronoa zoro before he'd crawled onto a pirate ship and claimed his title as monkey d. luffy's first mate.

you're disillusioned enough now by this untouchable man. he's one braincell that is easily swayed by anything powerful and it sometimes aligns itself with luffy's own singular braincell. zoro is little more than a simple muscle head that is aware, to a fault, of his own shortcomings. his reckoning had come to him on thriller bark; you've no idea what exactly it was. he maintains that nothing happened, sanji and brook (the only ones privy to this detail) refuse to blab about it. and you respect zoro enough to leave it alone, but you do not miss the look that he offers luffy's back sometimes, like he's discerning something deep in his itchy bones, teething around the ache to get to the rot.

you know his origins well. he's a force that had come, snarling and biting, out of the east blue— toppled whatever hierarchy they'd made there as a singular unit. you also know that east blue is the weakest of all four seas so it matters not that zoro was considered strong there. he may have had the strength to protect himself in that weak sea, but he was more than a lone wolf now and the rest of the world? it should not be underestimated.

zoro, prideful man he is, had to learn that lesson the hard way. saobaody archipelago was the hurricane after the storm; for a short moment after thriller bark, it had seemed like zoro had learnt how to live after nothing, how to cope with it. you're still curious as ever, but you know to leave well enough alone.

then, there's after saobaody, split into two very precise periods. before marineford and after marineford. you take it about as well as you could and though you're not one to compare, you know that zoro must have taken it harder. luffy and zoro's joining didn't begin with the latter pledging his loyalty, nami had dramatised the tale to express her woes of sailing with a group of brutes (and usopp), but it was enough for you to understand. after his first reckoning at baratie, zoro had prided himself as luffy's first mate, staked his claim as the man stood by his side. his own dreams weaved perfectly into luffy's.

saobaody happens again and zoro has only grown stronger in those two years— even though he's now missing an eye.

you recognise quickly that his pride, his ego is quieter these days. it's still as easy as ever for him to be riled up by sanji, but it's more stagnant. on nights where he's no reason to be awake, watch duty delegated to someone else— just as capable— he's awake, an overbearing presence that refuses to rest. on your nights, zoro hovers.

you don't take it personally. you know that zoro believes in your capability just as much he does his own, but recently, you've been doubting his faith. not the faith he has in you, the faith he has in himself.

"what's up with you?" you can't help yourself from asking one night, up on the highest vantage of the sunny where it's easier to see.

zoro peeks over his shoulder, levels his one good eye at you, and glares— wow he's good at using that eye. your hands slip from the purchase of his shoulders, the pressure that had been keeping him bent down against his calves lets up and he follows the singing relief, straightening up. "what'dya mean?"

there's a lightness to his words that you belatedly recognise from the past, he hasn't been letting you see that recently. whiplashed from the sudden realisation, you give him your own stink–eye, annoyed more when it only carries half the potency that zoro's does. "you're running yourself dry is what i mean." your hands settle onto your hips.

he's undisturbed by the attempt at dominance so you give it up quick. sighing as you slump down next to him; he continues to stretch without your help.

"who did you go to?" you ask after a moment, realising that you didn't know.

zoro, bent down against his right leg, body inclined away from you, answers easily. "dracule mihawk." his voice a grunt of effort with his organs crushed.

"woah. really?" you can't imagine that— or well, you can, but it wasn't very easy. he doesn't dignify that with a response, stretches his body to his left leg, his arm brushed up against your knee as he wraps his hand around his ankle. "you trained with that guy?" scrunching up your face, "can't imagine him offering to train you."

"he didn't offer," you eye zoro warily, like his back would split open and cymbal clapping monkeys would grow from his spine, "i asked."

"you did?" you wince when you hear the own surprise in your voice, even though you think that the cymbal playing monkeys wouldn't be so strange now. "when?"

"after."

you pathetically fight the urge to wack him, hands turned into fists. "after what?"

zoro can't eye you since you're sat on his left so he stretches an arm out to push away your face. "stop bothering me."

hitting his arm away, you lean into him. "you're bothering me. it's my night." intruding into his personal space, you push your arm through the gap of his torso and his knee, slapping his nose. "after marineford?" he bites your hand and you take it as a yes, though you're sure it could also mean fuck off.

you gag, pulling your arm away.

you know zoro well enough now to know that he's only at rest when he knows everyone is accounted for; never speaks it verbal though, does a rudimentary sweep of the sunny with his haki and settles when he feels the giggling chirp of his crews' heartbeat that soothes his own. you don't bother with words, zoro has no need for them.

shifting, you slide behind zoro. "okay," you relent, pretending that this conversation never happened. "thank you for keeping me company, mister pirate hunter." slumping over so that you can lean your side against his back as it straightens up, your head hits his shoulder as he grows, back to the steady obelisk that the sunny depends on.

"if you fall asleep on me, i'm telling luffy."

you wrap your arms around his neck, inner elbow against his adam's apple; you let him go when he taps out for the third time.

to live his life right, law needed a heavy hitting hand, a very forceful and demanding hand that knows no refusal. no one pretended that it wasn't necessary, not even the man himself; the task is delegated mostly onto bepo, who law has an unexplainable soft spot for, shachi and penguin, who can hide behind their self proclaimed roles as his seniors in life and grew up with him, and ikkaku, who law treats a little bit less rough on account of her being female.

that's why everyone was so disconcerted about being told to go to zou without him— it would happen ultimately because the heart pirates prided themselves on their selfless loyalty and what their captain says, goes. but the aforementioned childhood friends were a lot more vocal, could afford to be, about their dislike of his plan. everyone else silently sided with shachi and penguin, treated law like he might shatter for the following weeks leading up to the split, drove him up the wall with it.

despite it all, law is a good captain— too good, separates himself from the individuality that would intonate himself as anything but a captain, so he leaves his crew alone when they start treading 'round him like he's about a breath away from shattering. it doesn't last too long though, because after an entire day's worth of silent looks from his crew and then badgering from shachi, he blows like a poorly constructed pipe— you all blame it on shachi and he takes it as poorly as law did, if only more childish.

after yelling about anything and everything— unrelated things like the state of the kitchen, the stain that clione had been sporting all week, the state of bepo's fur (which the mink apologises repeatedly for), the scarce stock of coffee grounds, law is sober enough to glare at everyone, except bepo for whom he offers something of an apologetic look, and then makes a point of stomping to his room like a prepubescent teenager in the midst of his angst. following his outburst, everyone peeks around quietly at each other until someone gains the balls to speak.

ironically, it's ikkaku who throws her arms into the air and declares that she can't do it anymore. she's looking at you pointedly, which makes everyone else follow— even bepo, his two life seniors, jean-bart "traitors," you call them.

you follow after the quake of law's stamping, the metal panels of the polar tang squeaking under your careful feet as if forewarning your fate. you knock on the door of his quarters, forceful hand he needs, you don't wait for the answer that'll never come and come in swinging. "captain," you greet, acquiescently.

he looks all parts of a man that was mourning a loved one— the man he was before he picked up his idiotic and nosy crew. sat on the edge of his bed, knees locked as he stabilises his elbows on them and rests his head on his hands, fingers locked together. law doesn't even acknowledge you as you invite yourself in, overbearing and click the door shut behind you, ignore the fact that his two life seniors will come and press their ears up against the door.

a miffed huff leaves his throat when you take a seat next to him, the dip of the mattress makes you slide up next to him. "they're worried," you give him a pointed look that makes the sarcastic remark on his tongue shrivel. "that's all— we're not going to stop you if you're so insistent on going off alone."

your look doesn't stop him this time— incline his head away so that he can look up at you, something of a sarcastic grin on his face. "you seem hellbent on trying though." your eyes trace over the scruff of his face, up between the creases at the corner of his dry lips, catch on the honey gold of his eyes that flicker with his eyelashes.

"we physically can't," you sweatdrop, "you've built a crew of medics, who here can overpower you?" he shakes his head away, a small laugh, his shoulders loosening. "if only shachi hadn't been caught in his plans of procuring a set of seastone cuffs that we would've used to chain you to bed." you let out a faux sigh.

"don't try that again."

you eye his door, imagine the shiver that runs down shachi's spine with the veiled threat. despite how awful and strange the one–sided interaction ended, everything simmers back down and the crew is back to their usual idiocy when law leaves his room a half an hour after you've left and makes a point of not looking at anyone whilst making himself coffee, then dropping by the navigation room. the heart pirates bask in the coldness of their cruel captain's forgiveness.

when he leaves, it's full of tears and promises. law, as he usually does, looks about as emotionally constipated as ever and he can only take the dramatic farewell until shachi delegates himself as stand–in captain. he opens up a room, but doesn't shamble away until he tells you all that anyone— quite literally anyone— can be the stand–in captain if it means that shachi is not. you all wordlessly push the role onto penguin and then watch his room fizzle away after he shambles himself. then, the polar tang is off.

you all keep up with him the best you could. all you get is a newspaper headlining doflamingo's resignation as a warlord, it's hard to get news on zou, apparently. it's fine though— because even if law had not promised that he'd make it back in one piece, make it back at all, you knew he was a good captain and death was not as kind enough to take him yet.

when law comes back to you, he's smaller in a way you can't fathom. it's strange only because you feel like you're finally seeing him for the first time— everything redundant peeled back, the flesh that he keeps up to continue as a captain pinned away, bones shaved down, muscles melted, and you were staring at law. if anyone else in the crew sees it, they don't mention it.

when you're allowed to, your arms wrap around his middle— pat down his back as if feeling for his body and slide your ear against his heart. it's a hug that's too tender and intimate, less excitable than the ones that his oldest friends have offered him and law has since become a stranger to this kind of touch. he feels like an imposter when he lets his arms circle around you.

you don't say anything to law during or after that, don't bother giving him ammunition to be able to rationalise, nitpick, and dissect your words into anything less than it is. you leave him with a hug and make him grasp at the meaning.

if law is there, hidden around a corner or behind a tree, when you sincerely thank luffy for bringing him back— half–alive and less of a vindictive existence— whether it's by design or not, he does not know. but he's thankful regardless, for not being forced to come face with it.

[chaoisurmaster]

geto can’t take the hint

Wrote this probably a year and a half ago. Kind of proofread. Enjoy!

[9:48 p.m] You: I don’t like where this is going anymore. We’re over Suguru. Do not contact me.

One task for your Friday night was to break up with your current bae. You spent 20 whole minutes trying to type out a quick break up text. It shouldn’t have been this difficult, but you knew that no matter what, Suguru was not going to take it well.

You press send on your screen and quickly go to block his number. “That’s finally done.” You breathe a sigh of relief. “And I packed up all his shit in a box and I’ll give it to Satoru on Monday so he can give it to him. Works out perfectly.” You walk out of your room and head to your front door. You’re in the process of grabbing your coat and purse when there’s a knock on your door.

You’re frozen in place. Your heart rattling inside your ribcage. ‘There’s no way he would show up here that fast, right?’ Slowly and quietly, you move to the front door to look out the peephole, your chest heaves up and down as you open the door.

“Shoko! I said I would meet you at the bar!” You compose yourself. Calm washes over as she starts to tell you that she was in the area and decided to meet you so you can go to the bar together. “Geez, are you okay? You look like someone stomped on your hamster.” She teases as you two are seated and served your first drink. You thank the waiter.

“How would you even know what a person looks like after their hamster gets stomped on?” You quizzically glance at her as you sip your amaretto sour. She shrugs, “I have lore.” She takes a big chug of her beer. You laugh and roll your eyes at her. You two start chatting more about your work week and what each other has planned for the weekend.

“Oh look who just walked in. Over here!” She waves. You’re cursing yourself for being in the seat that has your back to the entrance. ‘Oh God, no.’ A large hand pats your shoulder and you turn, the panic subsides again, “Hey Yuki! Hi Utahime! Oh my gosh, Haibara!” You stand up and hug each one of them. You’re even shocked that somehow, Kento was talked into going out. “Wow, I’m gonna buy you a drink just for succeeding in what we fail to do Haibara!” You giggle.

Kento playfully rolls his eyes. “Have I really turned down everyone’s offer to go out for drinks before?” He asks. You all reply in unison, “Yes!” You’re feeling so much better as you get up to go to the bathroom. As you’re washing your hands, Utahime walk in. “Oh hey, Dumbass and Suguru just showed up. He’s ordering you another drink right now.” She casually mentions as she slips into the stall.

Your stomach drops to your ass. You just nod your head and dry your hands. You quickly rush out of the bathroom. ‘Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!’ You start to tell yourself that you can grab your things and slip out without being noticed. Your eyes widen as you get closer to the table and see Suguru, all smiles and making the group laugh. ‘Oh fucking hell.’ Satoru spots you and waves his lanky arm in a frantic manner, ‘Why is he so fucking insufferable?’ you think.

“There’s your girlfriend Suguru. You can stop crying now.” He laughs and Suguru shakes his head. “Hi pretty.” He purrs at you, as he stands up and kisses you. You’re like petrified wood and stupidly, you kiss him back. “Oh I took your seat.” Satoru throws in. “That’s okay Satoru. I ca—” Geto cuts you off, “Sit on my lap.” He sits and pulls you down. You fit perfectly on top of his thick, muscular thighs.

He snuggly wraps his arms around your waist. Such powerful arms, you know you can’t wriggle away. “Suguru…” you dip down and whisper in his ear, “Did you not get my text?” You ask. He looks up at you and smiles. “I did.” You’re equally confused and shocked. “Then what are you doing?” You ask. “I’m having a fun night out with my beautiful girlfriend and our friends. Oh look, here’s your drink I ordered for you.” He thanks the waiter and hands it to you. “And don’t worry, you can drink as much as you want tonight. I know you had two stressful presentations to finish at work this week. I’ll get you home safely and stay the night with you.”

He kisses your cheek. The group lets out a chorus of “Awes.” You sheepishly smile and sip the Long Island iced tea he handed you. He runs his hand up your back and softly places it on the back of your neck. You freeze. He seductively whispers in your ear, “I know you’re just stressed babe and your text from earlier didn’t mean anything. It’s okay. I’m not mad. Matter of fact, finish your drink and I’ll take you home and pamper you for the rest of the night. You deserve it.” He kisses your temple and you lock eyes with him.

You cannot, for the life of you, read him right now. His body language is relaxed, he doesn’t feel tense. His face has no signs of upset. He genuinely looks happy and unbothered. It’s scaring you. “Would you like that?” He asks as he rubs your back. You nod your head and quickly down your tea. “Ready?” He takes note of your empty glass. “Ye-yes.” You stutter. You two say your goodbyes to everyone. He takes your hand in his and you both walk to his car.

Being the gentleman he is, Suguru helps you in the passenger seat and buckles you in. He places a kiss on your forehead as he shuts the passenger door. Your hands are sweaty and your throat drier than when you and Shoko share two blunts to blow off steam. Suguru places his right hand on your thigh and you flinch a little. ‘Be fucking calm bitch!’ your inner monologue screams. “I’m sorry sweetie. Is everything okay?” His words were laced with concern. “I’m fine.” You quickly smile at him and look out the passenger window. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll take all that stress away as soon as we get to your place.”

He drives quickly and parks in your complex parking lot. You two take the elevator to your floor and make it to your front door. You go to search for your keys but Suguru takes his spare out and unlocks the door. “After you.” He smiles sweetly. You mumble a ‘thank you’ and step inside. He helps take your coat and shoes off. You hang your purse up. He places his hands on your hips as he comes up behind you and kisses the nape of your neck. The shivers that get sent down your spine could have frozen all the circles of hell.

You step forward and turn around. You put your arm out, an attempt to put some distance between you and your ex-boyfriend, er boyfriend? “Suguru, what are you doing?” You wish you sounded confident but your question came out so shaky that it’s pathetic. Suguru feigns innocence, “I’m here to help my girlfriend relax. Honey, I told you, I’ll help you de-stress tonight.” He takes a step forward and you take a step back. You run into the kitchen island and he puts his arms on either side of you, caging you in.

“That text I sent you earlier, I meant it. I meant every word of it!” You try to raise your voice but it comes out as soft as a whisper.

“Oh did you?” He coos, you nod your head. “You meant every single word of it?” he hisses as he presses himself against you, his lips mere centimeters from yours. Your bottom lip shakes and you’re fighting off the tears that threaten to cascade down your hot cheeks. Suguru notices it all and he pouts, he would never cause you harm.

You are the one shining piece he has in his life. He’s so utterly in love and devoted to you. Infatuated with you to the point where some people might think it’s unhealthy. Not him though. He adores you and anyone who says he’s obsessed in a bad way, just has never been madly in love before. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you?” He gingerly brushes the tendrils of hair from your face, “Talk to me pretty. Is it just work that’s bothering you? Am I not being a good boyfriend? Tell me what I did and how I can fix this?”

His words come out coated in saccharine. You swallow hard and shake your head to free you from the trance he had started to put you under. “This! I hate when you do this! You treat me like a goddamn 6 year old!” You push him away and you only are able to because he lets you.

You walk towards your room and continue, “You think I’m this delicate piece of glass that can’t tie her own shoes! You don’t even let me order what I want when we go out for dinner!” You scream as you turn around to face him. Suguru furrows his brows and puts his hands up, “Baby, I thought you liked when I catered to you like that. You’ve never said anything before,” he saunters to you, “You’re just so important to me, the most important person actually. I just want to make sure you’re taken care of to my standards.” He wraps his arms around your waist and looks down at you. “Wouldn’t I be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t take care of the love of my life?” he questions as he kisses your forehead.

You place your hands on his shoulders, “I didn’t say you’re a bad boyfriend—” he cuts you off “Then you don’t like when I spoil you?” He knows what he’s doing and unfortunately, you’re falling for it. “No! I love when you spoil me. I just—” he interrupts you again. “I spoil you too much then. Okay, I’ll dial it back.” He kisses the crook of your neck and kneads your ass with his hands. “Suguru, no that’s not it.”

A soft moan comes out of you as he pulls your skirt up and palms your ass. “Hmm okay so then I keep on doing every single thing I’ve been doing and don’t change a thing? Got it.” He rips your lace panties off you and you gasp. “I don’t thi—” his lips crashing against yours end your sentence. Suguru lifts you up to lay you on your bed. He discards the remainder of your clothes and his as he settles himself in between your legs.

“Suguuu...” you whine as he harshly spreads your legs wide open. He has a perfect view of that leaky pink pussy he loves so much. His mouth waters and he gets a little upset. Earlier you had believed you had ended your relationship with him and that means you would have taken away this sweet cunt from him. He makes a mental note to punish you another time for that. This time, he has to be sweet to remind you that there’s no one out there better for you than him.

“Mmmm there’s that pretty pussy I’ve been thinking about all day. My pretty pussy.” He places the pads of his thumbs on either side of your throbbing slit and spreads your folds open. He looks at you, “Isn’t that right love? She’s still mine?” He asks in a condescending tone but that’s lost on you cause you’re under his spell. You’re akin to a fly caught in a spider’s web. Fixing to be spun in silk and have life sucked out of you. You arch your back a little and whine. “Yes Sugu, she’s yours. All yours.” You bite your bottom lip. He bends down and softly blows air on your bundle of nerves. A louder whine slips out from your mouth.

“Princess…” he starts as he takes the head of his dick and taps it against your pulsing clit, “did you really mean what you said in that text earlier?” Suguru questions tenderly. You shake your head and whine at the slow taps. “Words pretty girl. Gotta use your words.” He sweetly tells you. “No Sugu. I didn’t mean it.” He slowly slides himself inside you and presses down on your womb at the same time. “Fuck! Ah ahaa!” You whimper at how he slowly fills you up.

“Then why did you say that to me baby? You trying to hurt my feelings?” He fakes a pout as he fully bottoms out. Suguru groans, “God, this pussy feels heavenly. She was made just for me. Only for me.” He breathes out. “Answer me, Princess.” He softly places a hand under each thigh and pushes your knees up by your ears. You moan out, “Sugu! Ngh—ah ah ah fuck!” Your eyes roll back as Suguru starts to propel into you at a snail's pace. You quickly look at him and shake your head, he gets mad when you don’t answer him, “I wasn’t trying to -oh shit- hurt your feelings. I promise.”

Satisfied with your answer, he thrusts a dial harder. “No baby? Then why did you say that? Have these three years meant nothing to you?” He questions again. He takes one hand off your thigh and licks his thumb, he starts using it to rub your clit. You close your eyes and arch your back again, the sensation causing your toes to curl.

Suguru smirks and he presses his thumb harder into your sensitive bud. “Answer me.” He demands. “I was just stressed!” You blurt out as tears pool in your eyes, “Just stressed from work! I’m sorry Sugu! So sorry. Please don’t be mad at me!”

He hums and takes his thumb off your clit and shoves it in your mouth. You comply and suck it, always so obedient for him and you don’t even know it. He takes his thumb out and goes to tweak a nipple of yours with the same hand. “I thought so Princess. I knew that’s what the problem was.” He starts to thrust deeper and harder. You can’t control the sweet sounds leaving your mouth and they’re the most beautiful harmony Suguru has ever heard. The louder you are, the better and don’t you dare try to cover your mouth.

“I’m — aah shit— sorry Sugu. Please don’t be mad —ah ah fuck, right there— at me.” You blubber out as the fat tip of his dick pummels your cervix. “Shhh Princess. I’m not mad at you. Not at all.” He leans down and kisses you sloppily. He can see you’re going crossed eyed. “All you have to do is just quit your job. Okay?” He rolls his hips and you can feel every vein on his dick rubbing against your plush pink walls. The squelching is getting louder and louder. “You hear me Princess?”

He looks at your face. You’re so fucked out already but some piece of you snaps you back and you answer him, “Yes Daddy. Qu—quit my job.” You grab onto his shoulders and he comes down to kiss you again. He presses his forehead against yours. “Feels s-so good. Feel so fu-full.” You moan out as he slams harder into you. “Yeah baby? Daddy making you feel good? You like that?”

He kisses you again. “Yes Daddy. Love it.” You’re babbling and he knows he’s won, “Love it when Daddy fucks me like this.” Your toes curl more and you clench around his thick length.

He groans and can tell you’re almost reaching your climax. “Just be a good girl for Daddy and he’ll fuck you like this every day.” He hisses as you clench tighter around him. “I’ll be good. I’ll be your good girl.” Your hands tighten their grip on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and leaving cresent shapes. “I’m cumminggg.” You whine out and Suguru starts slamming his hips harder into you.

“Cum for me Princess.” and that’s all it takes for you to be pushed over the edge of ecstasy. Your orgasm snaps and cascades over you in waves. The squelching is embarrassingly loud. “Fu-fuck!” You whine out and squeeze your eyes shut. “I’m cumming too princess.” Suguru groans as he sloppily thrusts in and out of you. “I fucking love you.” He kisses you. “Fucking love you so much. God, your pussy feels so amazing. Wanna live in this pussy.”

And he releases his personal ribbons of white inside you. You both are breathing hard and covered in sweat. Suguru slowly pulls out and you whine at the loss of his big dick. He stares lovingly at the mixture of your juices and his. A beautiful mess that only you two get to make together.

He lays down next to you and wraps his arms around you. You snuggle up to his chest and kiss it. “I love you.” You softly say. Suguru looks down at you and smiles, “I love you more princess.” He tenderly kisses your forehead.

As you’re drifting off to sleep you swear you hear him asking if you want him to cook breakfast for you both in the morning. You let out a hum that he takes as a ‘yes.’ Suguru smiles triumphantly. You have just, unknowingly, agreed to move in with him so he can always make sure you’re taken care of the right way, his way.

a/n: I had alot of fun when I wrote this! I love Suguru that refuses to accept a break up.

[thesvnandthemooon]

YAYYYY headcannons and drabbles aka the magic words💓

i’d love to know more about everybody’s reactions to the pregnancy! for example, how they announced it to friends and maybe a little bit of lore into both of their families could be fun? totally get it if this is something you don’t want to explore tho!

ooh that’s something i actually haven’t thought about! here are a couple thoughts:

i feel like nat was against announcing it. like, at all. not because she was ashamed but because she KNEW that once her friends found out about it, all they’d do is make fun of her. every. waking. second. (and she’d be right about that. especially her team would be clowning her for weeks, even during big basketball games)

you were ready to announce it the second you and nat had calmed down a little. nat kept pushing it back, though. you were struggling to close your zipper, literally showing, and she was still like: “it’s fine. no one’s noticed yet (key word: yet). you can still fit in your jeans, right?”

*cue you in front of the closet, about to tear up because not even your favorite jeans fit anymore*

the actual announcement, though? totally accidental. not planned, not cute, not at all what you had in mind. it was another one of the basketball team’s post game-parties, and you obviously had to come. nat thought it’d be suspicious if you didn’t, especially because you’d started wearing looser clothes.

you’re at a party. you’re sitting there, in her lap. someone noticed you’re the only one without a drink, so they offered you a cocktail.

natasha? distracted. not thinking. all she knew is that you got offered alcohol, and alcohol is really bad for the baby, so—

“she can’t have that, idiot. she’s pregnant.”

nobody believed her at first, but then they saw you’re pissed, so the realization settled in.

ironically, tony called it a ‘teen pregnancy’ as well (and got a pointed look from natasha, because finally someone agreed with her). clint’s staring like you’ve lost your minds (all he’s thinking about at this point is that night where you were watching a movie at his place. no way this happened in his bed, right??) steve was the most respectful one, asking about your very much hypothetical wedding (though even he couldn’t stop himself from grinning because of course). wanda was happy immediately — not because she cared about the fact that you were going to be parents, but because it meant a baby would join the group.

now, family lore you say?

natasha grew up in a household with a single mom. her mom is a strict, no-funny-business russian. not a bad parent by any means, but not a warm, loving one either. there was always food on the table, always a roof over their heads, but gentle affection? not something natasha got to see much of (which is why, when she finally found you, she started craving it like a drug).

her dad? she doesn’t talk about him. maybe he left, maybe he’s dead. all you know is he isn’t in the picture.

she has a sister, too. yelena, who’s a few years younger than her. she’s just as self-reliant and strong as her, but just a little more unserious. also, she’d never let nat live down the fact she now has a kid.

your family is different from natasha’s. wealthy parents, an older brother, big house and fancy christmas parties. a meticulously put-together mom, a loving but busy dad.

(when nat found out about all this, she finally realized what got you this spoiled.)

introducing natasha to them was nerve-wracking to her and not that big of a deal to you. why should it be, after all? your girlfriend, your business. but she knew this could be an issue based on the fact you wouldn’t let her wear shorts to her first dinner with them.

your mom ended up adoring her, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t nitpicking everything about that poor girl. nothing was safe — her hoodies, her lack of jewelry, her chosen profession.

your dad was respectful of her, but not really taking her seriously. in his opinion, she needed to stop ‘wasting her time on nonsense’ and finally ‘get a taste of the real world.’ he even offered her a job at the insurance company he works at, which she declined. you made her go through an internship, anyway, which meant wearing suits and complaining constantly.

your brother met natasha and immediately told her to ‘either treat you right or be ended.’ again, nat isn’t really scared of anyone. in that moment, she was sweating.

your parents love niko more than anything. still, when they found out about the pregnancy? pure disappointment, and all of it directed at poor natasha. it had been her third dinner with them when you broke the news (just so they could warm up to her enough to not kill her), and everyone just fell dead silent when you plucked a pregnancy test from your purse. then, everyone’s eyes were on natasha.

your mom: “you’re aware she has a degree to finish, right?”

your brother: *torn between laughing and killing her right at this table*

your father: *similar thoughts to your brother’s, but more sophisticated. how to kill her and make it look like an accident, for example. he already had a few ideas.*

poor nat was sweating through her hoodie (constantly thinking ‘why did i choose to wear a hoodie??’, as if that was the most pressing problem)

they all softened up once niko was born. still, she got assigned the nickname ‘the one who knocked up my daughter’ by your dad.

natasha’s mom didn’t really say much aside from: “and you’re keeping it?” you had to convince her about five times, then she finally nodded and let it rest. the icy look on her face never wavered, though.

you: “that woman hates me.”

nat *very much used to her mom being like this* “nah, that’s just her face.”

yelena just said ‘ew’ (she really doesn’t like kids). once she met niko, however, she demanded godparent-status.

her mom also ended up adoring niko. she was never one to call much, but once he was born, natasha was getting facetimed constantly. okay, because her mom wanted to see niko, but it was still odd. because all of a sudden, this ice queen of a woman was warm. and loving. and natasha called her out on it.

maybe she shouldn’t have. the answer she got was ‘i never wanted to be a mom, but being a grandmother is easier.’ natasha would be unpacking that statement even years later.

baby’s first christmas was also the one where both your families met for the first time. it was a war zone. your family wanted it to be picture-perfect, hallmark movie-esque and fancy. natasha’s family (or whatever’s left of it) just wanted to survive.

in the end, the three of you sat down on the couch and ate christmas cookies like they were painkillers for your headaches. niko was merely two months old, so he slept through most of the chaos.

you, rocking niko back to sleep: “you think they’ll ever like each other?”

natasha, shoving another cookie into her mouth: “nope.”

very different families, very different upbringings. somehow, it works anyway (especially since you created your own little family)

didn’t really go into depth here but hope this works, anon :) totally open to writing a fic about their families + the dynamic between them in the future

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﹙pasquale 781. ﹚. . . pretending I don't see the ghost !? 🍒 : "Let's start this off by saying I can see ghosts. Yeah. OoOoOoOoo. Always been able to. Anyway. So just my luck! I landed with a pookie who can do the same. Great right?

Yeah. If I wasn't shit scared of half the fuckers I see. Ghosts aren't little kids standing in nightgowns. FUCK NO. They're demons. Weird lil shits. And that's saying a lot, my brother's satan.

Not so bad you say?? Until pookie decides they wanna mention every time one's in the room! I don't mind them clinging. Course not. But the problem comes in when I pretend I can't see a damn thing. Lowkey gaslighting them that there's nothing there. Is that bad?

Well they got angry at me over it yesterday and for fucks sakes what am I supposed to do man? 'AH! A GHOST!' Do I look like fucking ghostbusters??? I'm italian. This ain't Luigi's Mansion! If I see it ( AND I REGRETABLY FUCKING DO ) - no i don't!

This came off a lot more frantic but how the hell do I tell pookie that their big, strong, kinetic user-punk-racer-boyfriend is afraid of ghosties?

Edit: to everyone calling me a pussy that's so funny cause your mom called me that too when I was ball's deep -"

 

﹙seong-jin 9948e. ﹚. . . being too honest !? 🍓 : "I'm a bit too honest with my partner. Before anyone writes about me being insensitive or being an asshole ( I know ). I would like to preface that my honesty is the reason we are even together. I flat out asked them if they wish to date. They agreed. Now we're two years into a relationship.

I've never hidden this part of me. If it comes to mind, it is out my mouth. That's how it's always been. If I don't like the way they're acting, I say it. If they ask me a question, I answer honestly. It's been this way for years. With everyone. Not only can I not stand bullshit, I simply do not have the energy to sugarcoat anything. They have been fine with this. While we do clash every now and then, I always make it known that I do not come from a place of malice. That is how we have made it work for two years.

How was I supposed to know answering, truthfully, that I did not like their outfit — was not appropriate?

I understand that there can be some sensitivity. I try to compensate for them like they do me. But they asked me a question, what was I supposed to do - lie?

Now I am at work. Feeling as though I really did it this time. I apologised before I left. Sent a text too. What the hell am I supposed to do? I even told them just because I don't like it does not mean they do not have to wear it.

How do I get around this?"

 

﹙rishen 1311. ﹚. . . not inviting them over !? 🍒 : "Get the gist of how this works. I'll be brief. I have been dating this person for about a year or so. 'One whole year' as they prefaced this morning in their frustrated slew.

I simply do not think it has been long enough. I feel as though we are moving too fast. Before anyone goes calling 'commitment issues' or 'what are you hiding?' : a gun. Under my pillow. Every night.

Yes, I denied them access when they showed up by surprise. I led them back to their home and spent the night with them. Yes, I didn't let them walk me home from the bar. Yes, I bled all over my floor from a stab wound and still told them to not show up while they panicked over the phone. Is it so wrong?

I assumed they would understand that it has nothing to do with them. I have my reasons. None of it involves them. But I suppose we simply can't have nice things. Fucking fantastic.

Is it to hard to understand that I'm just shit scared to wake up to someone every morning? Or have them in my kitchen cooking me food?

I'm fine. I don't need their help. I am fine. I just need to know that I'm not losing my mind over this. What do I do?"

 

﹙xiyang 9819. ﹚. . . not telling her I'm infertile !? 🍓 : "This feels a bit more bizarre than the other entries. But guess we're all dealt a different hand. My girlfriend and I have been in a happy relationship for five years now.

I love her to bits. Everything about her. Express that in whatever way I can. Just be honest with her, I'm sure you're typing. Yeah. Cept for one damn thing:

She's got a huge fucking breeding kink.

Don't laugh. I'm constantly fighting for my life. I'm off the hook for now. Told her I just can't commit to a baby with my job and hers. So she's on the contraceptives thinking they'll fucking matter. Bouncing on me like a pogo-stick telling me to breed her!

Hunny! If I could I would! I wouldn't hesitate to just give you every baby you want and more but unfortunately my lil swimmers are fucking defected.

Maybe I should mention that I indulge her. Can I be blamed? She gets so into it. I don't mind the fantasy one bit. I'm just a guy who loves his girl and wants to give her whatever her pretty little heart desires.

And if that means making her believe I can pop one in her whenever? So be it. We'll just get a puppy or something I don't fucking know. I'm typing this in panic."

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I'm tired. Call this a rant or a vent post, but I'm so tired.

I'm not going to call anyone in specific out, but please for the love of god if you hate a character, STOP putting hate in their character tag. More specifically, if you hate people for how they choose to like a character, please, block and move on.

Yes there is a disproportionate amount of fan content for John Juniper, no it's not just basic white boy syndrome, he was the only one with a character model that showed up for more than five seconds and had an actual appearance for literally years. Positive association is a thing. Yes, you can hate him, that's normal and to be expected, dare I say most John Juniper fans do. No, most of the fandom doesn't actually think he's coming back, it's a running joke/issue based on how Schell handled their own lore that was founded before IEYTD 3 when Schell was acting coy about his status only to rip the rug out from under us with an obituary out of nowhere. No, you don't have to like the fanfics or fanart of Phoenix or Handler with Juniper romantically, but if you don't like it please block, scroll, or- I don't know- take a screenshot and talk shit with your buddies in private or something. Complaining about how a small section of the fandom posts frequently rather than putting in the energy to post more of what you like wastes your time and hurts people who are, god forbid, having fun.

And, frankly, it's not even about Juniper at this point. It's so disheartening to CONSTANTLY see "hot take, I actually HATE the way you engage with this fandom. You should make more things that are closer to MY interests." You know how much it sucks to see people say you're liking your media the wrong way when you aren't doing anything harmful?

First, it was that I wasn't making Phoenix "right" because I made them more effeminate and had them use she/her pronouns in my personal fanfics and fanart. Then, it was that Juniper was so gay he'd NEVER like a woman, and that women were just innately revolting, so shipping him and my Phoenix was gross and wrong. Then, it was why are fem!phoenix's so popular, they're nonbinary, stop assigning them a gender when there were like five fem!phoenixes total. Then, FINALLY, people chilled out and were tolerant of the fem!phoenix and mellowed out a little, but now it's I don't like the way you write/present John Juniper. If I had a shot every time I saw "hot take, I HATE Juniper, I don't get why the fandom likes him." I'd be dead. It's not really a hot take, it's the one I see all the time, but rather than investing that energy into making something new this fandom would rather just take pot shots at the consistent creatives rather than make something themselves.

I feel like a lightning rod of hate, but I don't remember asking for it. And I know a good handful of other IEYTD creators feel similar. If you hate Juniper so much, block his tag. Block the creators. Something.

But it's not fair to the people who are passionate about this game to be used as the resident dunk-tank because you don't like their favorite character, or you don't like their writing, or whatever argument of the week you have. We're here to have fun at the end of the day, and I don't see how an ooc self indulgent fic is harmful enough to warrant the way some of the people in this fandom are treated.

[echolynn13]

SFTH Chaotic Highlights (The Meringue Haberdashery)

Part 2 of the longforms, here we go:

So first things first, when I heard this title I had to google the definition of haberdashery because both myself and my mom thought it was one of those words that basically meant nonsense. Apparently it doesn't even mean that in America so idk where we got that idea

"I teach you nothing, I only show you the way" Someone needs to tell Don Juan the definition of 'teach'

"I sewed the funeral suit, she looked better than when she was alive" Not the best time to be prideful of your work but go off I guess

"It was a difficult time, and I found myself, uhhhhhhhh-" Absolutely no one knew what was going on at any point in this entire play and I'll never get tired of the chaos that vibe created

God, there's so much to say about the fucked up flashback sequence- The confusion over whether the dead girl was Don's wife or child, AJ assuming Sam was playing Don's child self as opposed to the kid who died, Don Juan being continuously 'in the flow' while no one seemed to know wtf he was on about, the girl's name changing to Nikita, AJ stage slapping the shit out of Sam, and ofc the fucked up death of a needle going through the child's eye shown via Sam's brilliant stagecraft

Also I think "You can sew a waistcoat perfectly, but you cannot sew a narrative together" deserves its own bulletpoint, I love that line so much

"I've had a difficult life, Don Juan, and if you want to live it... Then go for it" Words of wisdom from Don Juan #1 there

Even in a brief moment, we really get to see the gears turning in Sam's head when hearing the word 'sopa', searching the 'Spanish vocabulary' section of his mind before confirming Luke is in fact talking about soup

"You ever wonder why you and him have the same name?" Luke bringing up the elephant in the room that will soon become a surprising plot point

"He has no ambition!" "He's had a rough year!" He's like damn, give my name twin a break, his daughter died in a really traumatic way, of course he's not alright

"For many years his daughter was alive and healthy! Yet the shop stayed the same size! W H Y ?" Luke's delivery on 'Why' is perfectly over-the-top, as always

The back and forth of the soup bit "Give me a spoon" "I gave you a spoon" "Oh. Well this spoon is shit, get me a better one-"

*insert Adam Driver 'good soup' meme*

This is just a question, but could anyone tell me what Luke says after Sam says "He could maybe find some closure, some religion, something else-" because I can't for the life of me understand, and the autogenerated captions completely gave up on it

"I am a very sexy man" - Tom, in every goddamn improvised play (unless of course, he's a very sexy woman instead)

Luke deciding to become a ghost/hallucination of Don Juan #1's dead daughter- I know she ends up being a ghost, but the first scene really has vibes of 'oh this man has PTSD' so idk what the original intentions were

Idk if it was Nikita's voice or the fact a customer had just stolen the store's bell for some reason, but Don Juan has lost his ability to form words! That shit wasn't even stuttering anymore, it was full-on, natural-sounding gibberish, like he was playing the translator game with a language that doesn't actually exist

"Don Juan.." "Yes, Don Juan?" Ah yes, the culmination of the joke I've been waiting for

Sam suggesting AJ already tried giving himself a lobotomy after AJ speaks fluent alien-speak again is top-tier comedy

Unexpected Don Juan lore drop: Not only was he born and abandoned inside the haberdashery, he also constructed the entire building himself, as an infant. The more you know!

"Just like the namesake of this haberdashery, you are cracking! Like a meringue that's been left out too long... I can't watch your mind fracture like a meringue under a hammer" Guys I think Don Juan #2 might be trying to remind us of the play's title and that it's totally relevant to the plot

Hey so has the fandom decided on what the dead daughter's name is? Or is it like a Billy/Timothy/Benjamin type thing? Because I need answers

"Has your dead daughter been saying things to me fro beyond the grave? No! ... My wife on the other hand-" I don't have anything to add here, I just like that bit

Sam caught that needle in his hand like he caught the cocktail in The Hare Who Wore A Sweater

"You know anti-psychotics could cause mental cracking in healthy minds, so we're just wondering, what's going on here?" The tone of this whole conversation is as if the doctor is trying not to cause drama, as they actively (and accurately) accuse the 'sick' wife of drugging the town. I can't tell if that's just the characters general vibe or if they're worried about their own safety if they piss this lady off

Luke: "What are you doing?" Sam: *silently trying to figure out who the hell this character's supposed to be* "Nikita-?" Luke: *closing one eye to make it more obvious* "What are you doing??"

Sam goes through the same confused thought process after the 'What are you doing to yourself?' line

"Who is making you do this?" "He is" "Who is making you do this?" "He is making me do this-" "WHO is making you DO THIS? Come on!" "I- I'm making me do this-" ".. It's your wife, your fucking wife" Nikita/Luke is so tired of Don Juan/Sam's shit

"Do you ever wonder why you and my father have the same name?" Luke started this plot line, and now he's the one to end it

Luke being the translator for the audience is so funny. He said 'es verdad' and was like 'fuck you aren't gonna know what that means, here I'll spell it out for you'

"I was never sick.. I just don't like working!" Understandable villain motivation

"He said I was a bad influence and he kept me away" I mean you did drug the whole town, I can imagine you weren't the best influence back then either

Also wow, they made the daughter's death even more fucked up than before-

Tom being summoned to stand and represent 1000 Don Juans, as his singular self

"We really have to finish the show" "So it finishes with the villain winning!" A villain played by Luke winning is the only kind of unhappy ending I want to see, really it couldn't have gone better

Final thoughts: Everyone that thinks The Lighthouse is the most chaotic SFTH play needs to rewatch The Meringue Haberdashery right now

[sluggybunny]

Some oc lore that had me like twice now delirious posting about how much I love them

Ft Limewire and Noise :D idr if I posted about their respective backstories yet but whatever READ ON

Tw for background Abusive Relationships. Maybe age gap? Nothing happens but Limewire is 15 at this point in time but there is alluded to sexual abuse happening by someone else

So like Limewire is getting abused (By Museum, her team leader) and she sometimes tries to find a place o hide out esp Museum is very mad. It ends up being Noise’s place (extremely run down base level studio apartment where the floor is concrete) and he doesn’t care enough to chase her out when she sneaks in. She starts bringing him snacks as payment and because she notices he never has anything and now it’s like hes got a stray cat hanging around

They very slowly bond. Noise doesn’t feel much anymore so he’s extremely apathetic to Limewire’s situation (even makes cruel jokes at her expense but she doesn’t react or care like she’s totally hears worse from Museum) but she feels the most safe with him because he does not feel, does not care, and thus does not hurt her unless she’s in the way. And he, over time, starts to kind of care for her in a way he doesn’t understand but doesn’t hate too much. She only shows up in the evening and leaves before the morning and while it’s not every single night, Noise starts finding himself wanting her around and anticipating seeing her. He feels some sort of irritation when she’s not around and doesn’t hang around his apartment if she’s gone because suddenly it feels bad being alone in there. Noise doesn’t know what to do when he feels again, he can’t quite piece it together. It’s just mild irritation.

But she shows up and eventually they start chatting (really it’s mostly limewire talking a mile an hour) Sometimes Limewire offers to dye Noise’s hair and that’s how he ends up with that firetruck red. Limewire brings him funny snacks that Noise can actually taste (his senses have been dulled) and when Limewire mentions not being able to afford her medication, Noise robs pharmacies to get them for her (He claims it’s so she’ll shut up already)

They are both from the Barrens and have experienced such Horrible lives. Limewire is still in hell even. Noise doesn’t want to bond, he doesn’t want to feel things, but it happens anyway. They have a nice late night convos about trauma and when Noise starts getting irritated by feeling, Limewire holds out her stuffed animal and says “you can hug him if you need ☺️” and the absurdity of this like almost 7 foot cyborg guy hugging a plushie takes him out of his spiral.

Limewire asks to use his shower because “it’s not fun when I do it back home, Museum also wants to” so Noise lets her. Now she gets to smell like his ugly masc products but it makes him oddly pleased. She starts incorporating his style into hers and she gives him stickers for his cyberware, small decorations for his apartment

They become such an odd pair. Vaguely romantic. Limewire feels safe around Noise because his lack of drive to do anything to hear. He IS violent and if she got in the way, he’d kill her. But he doesn’t and it’s better than going home to Museum who will hurt her just for fun. Limewire gets a little crush on Noise. Daydreams about holding his hand. Dreams of being with someone who doesn’t hurt her like that anymore….

Anyway it doesn’t happen because Limewire suddenly wakes him up one night and says goodbye. She gives him her stuffed animal and gives him a cute kiss goodbye. And noise, for the first time in years, feels something and he’s demanding she don’t leave, she can’t leave, please don’t leave. He realizes like, he was feeling something again and that she was very literally sunshine in his very dull world and now its going away and he can’t take it, like he wishes he didn’t know what it was like just to miss it.

But she leaves 😌 she has to go wherever her team goes! Museum says so. And Museum says she’s too dumb to be by herself. She’s stuck in that cycle of always going back to the abuser because she doesn’t know she can have anything different. She doesn’t know Noise would let her stay with him forever and ever.

His morality pet is gone. Noise misses her so much and he cares for the plushie with borderline obsession. This is what really makes him shut down, like it’s his event horizon that makes him decide it’s not worth it to feel anymore. Not if she’s not there anymore

Limewire… well Limewire’s story gets worse from there, really. That’s a different post.

If u read that say hi ily I’m shy but I’m really trying + drugs make me bolder

[princessofgotham777]

Dating Jason Todd (Part Sixteen: Let Down)

Jason Todd x Reader

fanfic type: angst, fluff, comfort (ongoing)

If you liked the Titans show but wish they handled Jason’s story line differently you might like this fic!

Hey guysssss, posting two days in a row is WILD but I’m happy about it lol. I tried to make this as sad as possible so hope you enjoy lol. Backstory is coming soon I’ve just got a bit more planned for the rest of this one and who knows maybe I’ll keep adding to this as well as the backstory. Hope you enjoy!

So story line, this doesn’t really take place in any specific universe but I’m gonna be pulling concepts from Titans, Arkham Knight, The Batman, Under the Red Hood, and whatever lore I remember from the CW shows cause I grew up watching those, then just my imagination of course. Reader is referred to as she/her btw.

Warnings: talking about death, suicide, depression, torture (it’s not graphic I hate gore it’s just sad), talking about intimacy (not graphic), struggling with eating, topics of grief, violence, panic attacks, PTSD

Part Sixteen: Let Down

“One day I am gonna grow wings

A chemical reaction

Hysterical and useless”- Let Down, Radiohead

After Jason woke up everything was a blur. The league, the feeling of his body healing yet being in excruciating pain, the realization nobody ever came to save him…not you or Dick or even Bruce. His memories were foggy, fragments came back to him. Nights his mom got high and he wasn’t sure she’d wake up, boosting cars and getting taken in by Batman, putting on the Robin suit and feeling invincible, and finally you…your smile, the way you blushed when Jason spoke, the way your hair swayed as you walked. He remembered the first time he ever saw you. It was at the manor. You were wondering around looking for Dick when you found Jason. Jason longed for the years he’d never be able to return to. The days you two spent becoming friends before you even knew he was Robin. The stolen glances at titans tower that turned to midnight drives through the city. The shock when he figured out you liked him back. He’d never known he could be loved so gently, so kindly. He expected time and time again you’d leave him but you never did. You defended him to Dick and the team. When everything happened with Deathstroke you comforted him through nightmares and ptsd. When he wanted everything to end you talked him off the roof. And when he chose to leave the titans you left with him. He knows Joker killed him but nothing else. All he knows is he has to find you.

Present Day

You figured the guys who grabbed you were sent by Joker. Although you should be focused on how you’ll escape you can’t stop thinking about the last words the voice on the phone said, “it’s me.” The words echoed through your mind. “It’s me,” It’s who? Maybe it’s Joker playing more mind games with you. Maybe this guys working for him. But killing dealers selling to kids and going after Black Mask isn’t very Joker. Suddenly someone rips off the bag from your head. Big surprise, it’s the clown.

“What the fuck do you want from me!” You scream.

“Well somebody’s a bit upset,” Joker says.

“You killed Jason and I’m gonna fucking kill you!” You scream as you try to escape the chair you’re tied to.

“We’ll see about that,” he says. You look to your leg and notice your tracker hasn’t been cut out. It’s not a Batman one, you’d cut that out when you left the titans. It was one you had Thea put in cause you knew no matter what you’d want her to know where you were. “You’re probably wondering why that little tracker hasn’t been ripped out yet,” Joker says. You glare up at him in response. “I’m just waiting for the original boy wonder to pop in so I can reunite him with the recently deceased Robin 2.0,” he laughs.

“Why are you doing this,” you say with anger trying to hid the horror and desperation in your voice.

“Maybe I just love the drama of your little love triangle, that would be something huh. No I may be insane but I’m not boring. Course it all boils down to the big guy…the bat. He thinks you kids are all that, that he’s trained the next justice league when in reality you kids can’t even manage to keep yourselves alive,” he says. “I mean look at poor Jason. And now Grayson’s not to far behind. As for you I’m not sure what would be sweeter…killing you or letting you be the only one to tell Batman his first two sons are dead…because they were blinded by stupidity…because of you,”

“Dick is gonna kill you!” You yell.

“And break daddy’s number one rule, I don’t think so. I wonder if you could though, if you really have it in you,” he says.

“Untie me and you can find out for yourself,” you say. Something Jason always said in training was acting like a smartass is a great way to mask fear, you’re hoping you’re doing a good enough job cause you’ve never been so terrified.

“I can see why you went with the replacement, better personality match I suppose,” he says. “Gosh where is boy wonder is that tracker working,” he says. He grabs a knife and stabs it into your thigh. You yelp in pain. He drags it through your flesh and rips it out. Then he takes his pasty fingers and digs out the tiny tracker. You throw up slightly at the feeling of his fingers in the wound. Course you had a bit of training on how to handle pain but it wasn’t Batman level. Suddenly you hear a gun go off and Joker ducks. Out from the shadows you see that red bat symbol. It’s Red Hood. Joker crawls across the floor to escape the 6’4 man armed with two scorpions. Red Hood is trying to get a clear shot when another gun not belonging to him goes off. Hood ducks and in the corner of the room running towards you, you see Dick. Joker crawls away trying to escape and Dick is running for you but Red Hood isn’t focused on either of them; he’s focused on you. You recognize him for a moment; it’s the man who helped you in the nightclub. The one with the red mask and white streak of hair. He’s been following you for a while.

“Who the fuck are you. You’ve been stalking me!” You scream. You’ve been stalked before and you understand it’s not some romantic gesture, it’s dangerous. Red Hood pulls a knife from his pocket and you scream, “get the fuck away from me!” He cuts your arms loose and you try to push him away. You fail but nonetheless he backs away and scans the room for Joker. He turns around and is immediately punched in the face by Dick. You see Joker lying on the floor, Dick must’ve knocked him out.

“Hey fuckface I’m here to help,” Red Hood says. Your jaw drops slightly. Only two people have ever called Dick “fackface” you…and Jason. You try to stand up but get dizzy. Red Hood removes his mask, his back is to you but you swear you see Dick say, “Jason?” As you pass out Dick punches Red Hood in the face again.

I hope you liked this part. Also sorry in advance cause some of the next part is written already and the Dick Grayson x Reader lore for the backstory only gets wilder. If you liked this fic remember to like, repost, comment, and/or follow. Any positive feedback is much appreciated it helps me stay motivated to keep writing and posting parts. Check out my Masterlist for the other parts to this fic and also to keep an eye for when I start posting parts of the backstory for this fic (it’s gonna be about how reader meets Dick and Jason and becomes a titan/her time as a titan). Also if you’d be interested in any of these characters x reader there’s fics for, Anakin Skywalker, Dick Grayson, Peter Hayes, and Christian Ozera as well. Thank you for reading and have a great night!🩷

Masterlist

[letsgobarbs]

WHERE MY LORE STARTED

Thank you for the tag @almostfoxglove, this is a fun little thing @cuppajoel kickstarted.

How To Play: You make a lil moodboard of stuff that has inspired you, stayed with you (songs, shows, movies) and then you include them in the ppcu fandom by creating something (a moodboard, a drabble, a fic). Check out @cuppajoel's Marcus Acacius fic inspired by Monica and Richard from Friends.

You don't have to commit to anything big, it could just be a post about the stuff you love!!

Here's a few movies that stayed with me growing up:

All these movies are Hindi movies. The first English movie I ever watched was the last Harry Potter movie and safe to say i was UNIMPRESSED. Like what do you mean they just waved their sticks at each other and that was the climax??? get outta here.

These movies are the last golden era of Bollywood imo. Because we were on a real high here— love was the currency, it was something to aspire to. Movies explored love in all its forms, love was equated to devotion and worship. It was presented as a form of godliness in humans.

Then I grew up and got smacked in the fucking face just like the heroines in the movies by rising Hindu nationalism, sexism and misogyny. Where men being in love meant they could hit women because it was just a show of passion and possessiveness. And now movies are nothing more that revisionist action history flicks that seek to erase all presence of an entire minority group and overall being a Hindu nationalist mouthpiece and propaganda. Women in movies today don't have the AGENCY they used to unless it's specifically a female led film— but even then the plot is always somehow driven by a man 🥱🥱🥱.

Anywho. My love and appreciation for these 12 movies screamed under the cut:

Jodha Akbar

We're starting off SO strong. This movie informed my views on masculinity. Akbar was soft, warm, kind and it made him a better ruler AND lover. It was not a trait he was shamed for. As somebody who grew up in an abusive household, this movie was monumental when I realised that men apologised, they groveled when they were wrong. Most importantly, they cared about the women in their lives and valued them. I write the dialogues from this movie and it's songs into my fics.

3 Idiots

I carry a part of this movie with me, always. It's a comedy. But my god does it punch me in the feels. It's impacted how I see my education, success and career. It's also informed my opinion of how men should be— funny, kind, ingenious, uplifting.

Om Shanti Om

By all means, a comedy. A real insider comedy poking fun at everything Bollywood. And also chock full of love— familial love, platonic love, romantic love, self love. Men being soft, yearning, humble and devout lovers.

Chakde India

I cannot BEGIN to explain the impact this movie had on me. It was my introduction to female rage. Something in my brain clicked into place watching this. Like Oh. I loved this movie for having a woman be completely inappropriate, bitchy, ambitious, manipulative and still be one of the good guys— an integral part of a TEAM. This is also a movie I will show my children for a lesson in Islamophobia and patriotism. Both my parents lived through violent communal riots (in Mumbai and in Gujarat) and they always insisted I never discuss being Muslim in public. No religious talk. Ever. Avoid anybody who even talks about religion, in fact. And I never understood until this movie. It never occured to me that people would consider you a traitor to your own country based solely on your faith. Also Sharukh Khan looked INSANELY hot in this movie— this is where my daddy issues and taste for hot, older men started.

Veer Zaara

THERE IS A PATERN. THERE IS A PATTERN. And it's men being lovers. Like WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HELD A VOW OF SILENCE FOR OVER TWO DECADES DESPITE BEING INNOCENT ONLY TO PROTECT A WOMAN'S DIGNITY? A woman he hadn't even kissed let alone touched. Nobody is doing it like this anymore for real. If there's one thing about me, I will always write the men in my fics to love on this level.

Munna Bhai (all the movies)

This was a comedy. And as all comedies are it was thought provoking. It took a character you could easily poke fun at— some low level goons— and wielded them as weapons against larger issues like corruption and societal expectations. Again, themes of men being silly in love. Men undertaking massive efforts to be with their beloved and to prove themselves worthy and capable of being a better person.

Jab We Met

Love as a major theme. I know Geet was a manic pixie dream girl type of character but it was my first time seeing a woman NOT be shamed for being chatty, gossipy, flighty, intrusive. Well, except for Aditya at first but only because they were enemies to lovers. They were THE bickering, bantering couple. And Aditya?? add this man to the list of lover boys. To escort the woman you love all the way to the man she loves all because you wanna see her happy. And then your heart breaking when she's NOT happy??? And that scene where Aditya admits that Geet saved his life just by being who she is and talking to him. His love for her saved him?!?!?!?! SIGN ME TF UP.

Chillar Party

Now you might ask why there's a bunch of kids in their underwear. But that's the plot. The kids protest on the streets wearing only underwear to protect their neighborhood street dog. It's such an innocent and funny story. And yet if you watch it as an adult, you realise these kids fought a corrupt politician, social apathy and widespread targetted misinformation. A movie I loved for it's community.

Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham

I put off watching this movie FOREVER. Because I didn't want to be a basic bitch. But I am, I am a basic bitch. A celebration of love and family. Also another bickering, bantering couple. Poo was iconic, I aspire to be her. And Anjali was iconic too, I wanna be her as well.

Tumhari Sullu

VIDYA BALAN the woman of my dreams, the queen of my heart. Any movie about a middle-aged/older woman breaking away from her cookie-cutter life and societal expectations to snatch her own opportunity?? Inject that shit straight into my veins. Sullu was so cute, adorable and endearing. Her husband loved her and supported her. There was a moment where his frustrations and job got in the way of that but he was always batting on her side.

Lagaan

This was an epic alright. And about community first and foremost. I quote this movie as a meme all the time. But I loved every character in this movie. And the love in this one was good too. They almost tricked us there by pairing the hero with the white girl. But it was the "it's always been you" trope.

English Vinglish

As I've said before, any movie about a middle-aged/older woman breaking away from her cookie-cutter life and societal expectations to snatch her own opportunity?? Inject that shit straight into my veins. I wanna be in my 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s and I wanna be Shashi and Sullu.

I won't even go into the honourable mentions but A Wednesday? Rang de Basanti? Taare Zameen Par? 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 so many more

A full pressure tag to a few other desi babes ik on here bc i don't wanna be brown alone: @papurgaatika @damneddamsy @bluemusickid @clubsoft

Also my lovelies: @probablyreadinsmut @evolnoomym @salingers @iknowisoundcrazy @joeloverture @romanarose @myownwholewildworld @ohhoneypascal @mushgloomz @kedsandtubesocks @baronessvonglitter @guiltyasdave @ozarkthedog

[oneforthemunny]

I know you always do your horny hours but I am yearning for some angsty hours, especially with cowboy!eddie. The Christmas fic you wrote still has me in a chokehold to this day, I love seeing a rough and tough man break down and ugly cry over his girl, especially bc he thought he was acting like his dad ugh so good. Have cowboy and sweet girl ever had any other rough patches? Or even instances outside of him and sweet girl, maybe when he was growing up? I want you to psychoanalyze this man for me, I need to know what makes him angry/insecure/anxious (if ever) and/or ugly cry like he did in that fic, because he may be all rough and tough but if theres anything brewing beneath the surface I need to know🙏🏻thank u you are doing the lords work🙏🏻

oh baby are you in for a treat today lol. i am very angsty moody today so i'll indulge. full eval below so putting a cut bc it's long. here's the cowboy!eddie lore (the good, the bad, and the slutty ofc i have to hit all demographics):

let's start with eddie's dad and grandpa were drunks. they'd drink all day to get them through the day, then go play cards at the dive bar down the road until they lost all their money and couldn't see straight.

eddie's mom and grandma both were raised with that mindset of you just looked the other way, let them do what they wanted to because they're the men. and it was okay living like that (not really) but eddie's dad was a mean drunk. mean and angry, especially towards both of them.

after his grandpa passed, eddie's dad was supposed to take care of the ranch and keep training horses, keep up with the crops, but he was lazy, drunk, and broke. they used to have a lot more land with corn but they had to sell it because he kept drinking and gambling the money away.

eventually, that's when wayne came back. he'd left, tried to leave anyways, but he came back because he didn't want to lose his family's land. and honestly didn't want it left in eddie's dad's hands, especially after his mom passed.

eddie's grandma mainly took care of him, his dad completely checked out, busy chasing women and drinking and being a bum. wayne and his grandma really were who raised him, and they did their best, a lot better than most, but still as eddie got older, he just got more and more angry.

like i've touched a little on his anger, how he doesn't get mad very often but when he does, it's like a different kind of rage that's terrifying. but before he learned how to control it, he'd just fly off the handle anytime. got in fights at school, ran away from home, flunked out of high school and eventually just dropped entirely, just crazy shit in his teen years.

wayne was who made him start riding and competing. he knew how to do it, grew up doing it, but stopped because his dad did it and he hated it. but when he started acting out and having angry outbursts, wayne made him start training. he'd make him train, show him how to take the aggression out and channel it somewhere different, release some of that tension.

he taught him how to work, like real hard work lol, keep up things around the ranch. how to take pride in things, and not just half ass let them fall apart (like his dad did). it was hard at first, eddie would have outbursts, throw shit and kick shit and walk off because something messed up, and wayne would make him do it again. wayne stayed on his neck honestly, and he needed it. it taught him patience, taught him to not be like his dad.

when his grandma died, she left the land in wayne's name, who kept it until he was ready to move on from it, when eddie was old enough and he left it to him. when he felt he was ready for it, and wouldn't fuck it up.

pre-sweet girl eddie?? a whore. like genuinely, it's a million wonders he didn't have an incurable std or twelve kids. he was sloppy, young lol. had a whole fucking farm to himself, was a cowboy, a good bronco rider who won lots, and he's hot.

he was honestly, a guy that would probably ruin your life if you met him in his whore phase. like he wanted no strings attached, kinky hot sex- and that's it, just sex. and he wasn't mean about it, not like one to lead anyone on intentionally or fuck with their head, but like he's really good at having sex, he's nice, and he's hot- yeah, i'd get attached too lol.

once he kinda stops wanting to compete, he gets more into training, kinda grows out of the whole wild cowboy thing, he's ready to settle down. he starts keeping to himself, kinda focusing on himself in a way, and then meets sweet girl <3

that's all i can think of rn honestly. love my cowboy.

[warningsine]

"Severance" isn't "Lost." It's a really good prestige show.

Its fandom though jumps the shark all the time, e.g., post 2.08. People who are used to Marvel-like shit and have never seen an art film in their lives will never stop complaining about the creative decisions.

Said fandom consists of:

Short-attention span folks who are addicted to instant gratification and look at their phones instead of actually paying attention to what they're watching. Combine this with media illiteracy and it's a recipe for disaster.

Individuals who lose the plot in order to guess the big mystery, i.e. Reddit theories [1]. Dan Erickson said he's talked to his therapist about the shit he's seen there. Except the show is pretty straightforward yet elegant.

Ship wars from people who don't understand that you can care about multiple women and dynamics at once. It's not the 2015 superwholock era anymore, move on.

People who act as if romance is inherently cheap. (I won't rant about why that is a prominent belief.) On "Severance" the romantic subplots aren't shoehorned; they do a great job at characterizing/explaining the characters' motivations, serve the themes (for instance, the ending of 2.10) and affect the larger plot.

[1]-> Exhibit A:

"Miss Huang is a clone of Gemma!" "She's Mark and Gemma's kid!" "She's an AI!"

And she's just a child that gets exploited like Harmony was.

Exhibit B:

"The goats are where the dead Eagans' consciousness is temporarily stored!" "It means Lumon is creating clones!"

And the goats are just sacrificial lambs, of course.

Theories can be fun, but a lot of them are far removed from the themes of the series.

They derail towards a hard sci-fi direction (like the collective simulation ones) even though "Severance" doesn't have that kind of lore. It's very close to a plausible reality (see: Elon Musk and his Neuralink shit, DARPA).

Praise Kier.

[visionthefox]

I apologize for replying really late, I was busy with some stuff! And I understand! Its fine!

Basically, sun was laying on the couch because new moon forced him to take a break, just to see "moon" saying:"finally, I didn't think he would actually go to sleep so I could have control. Sun was- well, confused af- and well, he tried listening to him to understand what was happening- and "moon" said smt like:"of course you're chattering in your sleep. How about YOU SHUT UP and let me have control?" (I assume he was talking to sun when they havent yet seperated, because he was talking and looking at the ground.) so sun got up to see what was happening while "moon" continued saying:" let me have control of this body for 5 MINUTES."

And sun was like:" dont you already have your own body-?", "moon" quickly replied, "I WISH I HAD, BECAUSE YOU ARE ABLE TO DO STUFF, YOURE THE LIKEABLE ONE EVEN THOUGH YOURE THE MISTAKE" so sun was like:"excuse me?" while "moon", just said:"oh, did I strike a nerve?"

sun in confusion replied:"where did this come from?" though, "moon" said, "maybe from the fact that I NEVER LOVED YOU" (I found this part confusing, since og moon wouldn't think that, I think atleast. Sure, they had argurments and moon was like, if im gonna be honest, moon was abusive in different ways. I could make a whole list on why he is abusive. Though, he still seemed to like.. Care despite the abuse he has done? He confuses me so not sure) "Moon" continued his well, speech I suppose? By saying that he never cared, that all he wanted was to get away. Sun was.. Well, still confused telling "moon" he was just laying on the couch and didn't do anything. But "moon" said:"if you didnt do anything why did you feel like you needed to do everything? Why did you feel like you needed to do EVERYTHING in your miniscule little power to help me when you actually made it worse?"

then "moon" started saying how its suns fault on how he lost his memories, basically blaming him. Saying:"because you toyed with magic. Because you couldn't control yourself. Because you got ANGRY" while sun just quietly said:"what.. This is impossible.." realizing its just an hallucination like bloodmoon, and "moon" straight up said:"does it matter if im real?" and just started putting sun down like he always did. So sun started to rant on how he gets that hes not good as moon and all, but that it doesn't mean hes a mistake. Then "moon" dissapeared.what happend next? Suns hallucination of bloodmoon showed up.

how fun! /sarc

I wont go too deep in this part because then I would be writing a paragraph but basically, bloodmoon started putting sun down just like his hallucination of old moon and sun said that he would have loved to have another sibling but that bloodmoon couldn't be helped or smt like that. After some minutes bloodmoon goes away and sun is left alone, he goes into the castle thingy, idk what to call it, but basically where the rooms are, moons room and suns+plus the playhouse earth used to sleep in and he said:"I didn't enjoy killing them. I didn't enjoy hurting them. I know that- I know that moons not like that either, I just-.. What do I do..? How do I do.. They always keep coming back and talking to me about ALL THIS CRAP! moons different, I never saw him before and now hes just...sometimes I wish I was dead. Atleast MOON got a restart sort of.. I- I still HAVE TO KEEP LIVING WITH THIS! " he well, he started making noises like he was crying,probably trying to stop himself from that. And the last thing he said was:" im cleaning the barrels again.. Its the last thing that keeps me busy nowadays..Its the last thing that keeps me busy nowadays.." so basically, sun is using cleaning as a coping mechanism, because it keeps his MIND busy. And im guessing "og moon" is like, suns instrutive moon speaking because sun does blame himself and will never be free from the guilt.

If there are any spelling mistakes, please ignore them because I don't feel like fixing them and I'm in a bad mood 😅

it took me like 2 minutes to understand this ask sdsadsad I was sooo lost like - did they send me a first part? - then as I read I got it, this is from the show ! alas.. I can see this is just another emotional ep. I .. dont like the fact Sun carry this trauma and stress around, because it means things only got worse, he is now actually alone, at least Lunar would have listented to him, but now? Earth is not aware of the past, (even if! she looked at the whole vids, is not the same as livin the moment- plus im sure her small chip of a brain wont get it(im so mean)) and the new Moon, even if informed of the past, seems to not be aware of how to even relate to Sun, for what I get from your resume! Sun is alone to deal with this, because, who can understand him? who can actually save him? (Monty but the show wont let that happend-) and.. ehh.. idk, seems to odd, too cruel for no reason other that entretaiment, because, why else make a poor robot deal with two dumbass who cant help? meanwhile there is one last robot with braincells, but he's dealing with his own issues.. like dont get me wrong, I love me some pain, I love some cruel stories with Sun, or Moon even! I love to see him in dispair when I know there is some sense to that, the cruel reality of being just a robot, the uncaring humans around, I get it and I love it tho this show.. the lack of any sense in anything makes this just a cruel show of a suffering puppet for us to see.. like is Sun tied up to the plex? cant he just leave like Lunar? why not having actual vacation now that Earth is supposed to take his place? why not be honest to his "new family" ? or right, they are just strangers to him now, how... fun..? really now, his issue actually can be fixed, Monty is still walking around! and Sun damn knows the gator worked with Moon for years for a good reason!so why not go with him? or right "he doesnt like him" blah blah.. eh amma cut my rant here haha - thanks for your time <3

[arrrn124]

Namgyu is 100393837373% dying in season 3 there's no way that mf is living. However he better be in every episode or at least most of them cuz he dies of some stupid ass lame death in the first episode I'm out 💀🙏

[theaceace]

imagining a world in which Simon agreed to go with Edwin and try to escape hell, imagining Simon developing an immediate and very inadvisable crush on the cute guy that just threw a grenade at a demon and Edwin's reaction to that, imagining the reaction of Charles Overprotective Rowland when he finds out that the guy Edwin insists on dragging along with them is one of the guys that sacrificed him to a demon in the first place, imagining the Night Nurse's face when three dead boys pop back through the door instead of two

[rouge-fauna]

I would also like to complain to the abyss that of all the streams that have disappeared, I'm kinda disappointed in the Tubbo fans for not saving the stream where Tubbo sees Tommy's prison death message :( ... at least some clips still exist

In spite of that, I have completed a dsmp playlist for Tommyinnit, which I tried to make more all-encompassing than any of the ones I found, which all left out important things. My goal is to provide a better resource to lore than the flawed, outright incorrect and biased wiki, and the playlists missing important things due to lack of finding or from cherry picking. I tried to include more than just the streams on his vod channel, but also his streams that aren't there, other streams he appears on, other povs of his lore, and lore about him, this way my hope is that any new watchers who want to just focus on Tommy can have a better playlist to use. Because watching just his videos is actually how I started and the gaps in that were quite infuriating, making me have to scavenge for other playlists, and that was before he deleted some so it's even worse now.

like Quackity visited Tommy in Exile, but you wouldn't know that if you just looked at the wiki or didn't watch Quackity's pov, and Tubbo visited Exile twice, but again since it's not Tommy's stream a new watcher wouldn't know that, but that detail is important for their relationship. Wilbur's finale is another great example of very important Tommy lore, which is not in Tommy's pov and therefore missing from almost all of the playlists I found... anyways, it's probably not perfect and if you notice it's missing something let me know and I'll add it, but I hope it's helpful and I do plan on making some playlists for other characters and stuff since I found a LOT of stream recordings hiding under sneaky names.

[cheriafreya]

the decline of the kingdom hearts fandom needs to be studied 😭 as a former fan myself it's so funny to me how hyped everyone was 10 years ago and how no one cares about it nowadays