#would i be happy? would i be able to trust more easily? that’s a depressing thought

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

y’know those ‘x character without trauma’ videos? trying to think of how ford would fit into one of those, but can’t because the only time he didn’t have trauma was when he was like. a literal infant

and stan too, yeah

[qin-qin16]

SWEET SWEET LOVE

Summary: book tropes with Cross, Error and Ink!

cw.: 0.6 k content: sfw, short headcanons, hurt/comfort, everyone gets a happy ending… unless?, depressive thoughts in Error’s part, but nothing extreme!  note: i really don’t know how to end headcanons, but have fun anyway! Error's part was inspired by this post!

Cross - you fell first, he fell harder + dog poetry

You always compared Cross to a dog, one of those who trust in nothing and no one; 

They bark, they bite, they hurt anyone who crosses their path. No one wants to get close to a dog like that; 

However, you began to see more than just that wild layer that Cross seemed to want to display. Behind all that anger, all that hatred towards everything and everyone, the deep envy of happy worlds, you managed to see the pain, the fear of never being able to live happily again after so many sacrifices; 

And, just like a dog, Cross just needed to learn to trust again, and of course, you were willing to be the one to teach him; 

Both of you had to be patient—and you also had to be very understanding during Cross's outbursts of feelings or the moments when he wanted to be alone; 

It wasn't easy, but God, how worth it it was after all this time; 

As you like to say: you fell in love first, but Cross fell harder in love; 

It was like having a poorly trained guard dog: he would do anything to protect you. Bites, growls, endless fights if it meant your safety; 

He wouldn't lose you, not like he lost everyone else; 

And if not losing you meant acting like a dog, he would act.

Error - Soulmates + second chance 

Before Error became, well, Error, you knew him as Sans; 

Souls intertwined across different multiverses, but after a long time, they managed to find each other again — even after Sans' death and his afterlife state (Geno); 

For a long time, you lived like this: a love between a ghost and a living, souls that should not have been separated by death; 

However, something changed. Overnight, he simply disappeared; 

No more gentle touches, no more whispered promises before sleep, no more starry nights where only the two of you were witnesses to your love; 

Any mere memory of him was like digging a hole deeper and deeper, a hole that, no matter how much you dug, seemed to have no end; 

So, was this what it was like to lose a soulmate? 

But even as this emptiness consumed you more and more, something deep within your SOUL would not let you give up, an unknown determination that refused to let you believe Sans had vanished forever; 

And your SOUL was right... well, partly right; 

Sans was indeed alive, but no longer as Sans; 

Again, something happened, and now you found yourself facing Error who, with great insistence, claims to be your former boyfriend; 

And even though your SOUL was telling you that yes, that was the Sans you knew, are you willing to give it a second chance? 

Whether he knows your answer or not, Error would not lose you again.

Ink - Enemies to friends 

Your first impression of Ink was far from pleasant; 

The disgust you felt for him at the moment was only surpassed by anger when he vomited black ink on your new shoes — and to top it off, he barely apologized, just turned and vanished behind another ink stain; 

Obviously, a presence as striking as Ink's wouldn't be easily forgotten by you, and sure enough, when he appeared in front of you again, you wanted to make him eat those same shoes (now permanently stained with ink); 

But to your surprise, he had returned to learn more about your universe (something he would explain much later what it meant); 

As much as you detested the idea of serving as a tour guide for someone like him, an airhead who had no consideration for anyone, you went along with it. After all, the sooner you started explaining how your universe worked, the sooner he would leave;

Through ups and downs, you ended up softening your heart towards Ink. Even though his lack of personal space sometimes irritated you, you could see a certain fascination in him every time he talked about universes and art, and whether you liked it or not, you also felt sorry for him for not having a soul; 

And like a great (new) friend, he even promised to take you to other universes to explore and have fun — what could possibly go wrong?

[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

hidden sadness.

pairings: Natasha X fem reader.

Warnings: depression, lots of sadness. Swearing. Thoughts of self harm. Yelling.

Happy ending tho.

A/n: this is a vent post. And Natasha is only a year older than y/n in this. Please do not mind me dumping my bottled up sadness here.

Y/n had joined the Avengers when she was 23. She had been hoping for a new start. And she had always been really good with daggers. Like exceptionally good. So she had gained the avengers trust quite easily.

The avengers would describe y/n as walking sunshine. She was always able to cheer someone up or just bring the happiness level up in general. It was a known fact that y/n was friends with every avenger. Every avenger other than Natasha Romanoff. For some inexplicable reason Natasha hated y/n. However despite Natashas dislike for her y/n was always kind towards her.

Natasha would describe y/n as a clingy childish girl who never experienced the hardships if the world and probably had everything handed to her on a silver platter. And the only reason that y/n was on the avengers was because her dad brought her a place and claimed she was good with daggers.

Nobody had actually seen y/n handle a dagger. But every mission y/n went on came out successful so they assumed she was as good as she claimed. Everyone but Natasha who suspected y/n just had someone else do the job for her.

Y/n however was far from either of the avengers expectations. She was a happy ball of sunshine on the outside but inside was a while nother story. In all reality y/n was sad. Desperately sad. Y/n found it hard to even get up of a morning. She forgot meals and basic health things. Luckily she could easily brush it off as simple forgetfulness as it fit her personality.

Despite y/n desperately wanting to tell someone, anyone, about her sadness she couldn't. Not the avengers. They had enough issues to deal with as well as their own sadness. Y/n's mother didn't understand. She tried to but she couldn't grasp her daughter's depression. And y/n's father had left for another woman a year ago. Not that that changed anything as he basically ignored y/n her whole life. So y/n bottled her sadness. Well she had one place she put it. A blog she had. There she could dump all her emotions under an alias where noone would recognise her and tell the other Avengers.

On social media y/n went under "inej". Her favourite book character whom she shared her dagger and knife skill with. Y/n's blog was her safe haven. The one place where she could be y/n y/l/n and not just "the silver blade" which was her hero name. Nobody but y/n's followers knew about y/n's depression. If it's even depression. Y/n don't know. All she knew was she was sad.

"hey y/n you think you could show us your daggers?"

Kate asked from beside yelena. The other Avengers turned to look at y/n.

"sorry Kate not today. Maybe another day."

Y/n responded shooting Kate an apologetic look. Y/n didn't like to show her daggers to others. They were special. Her grandma handcrafted them specially for y/n before she passed away. She had left y/n with twenty daggers in a wooden box with a glass lid. It was important to y/n as it was the last thing her grandma ever gave her.

"of course you cant. Because they don't exist. Admit it y/l/n you use your father's power to get your missions done."

Natashas voice broke y/n out of thought. It was cold and cruel but y/n was used to it.

"sorry to disappoint Natasha but I don't use my father's status to get missions done. I do have daggers but I can't show them to you. It's personal and I've said that."

Y/n gave Natasha smile. Natasha had always been y/n's favourite avenger. It saddened her more that Natasha hated y/n. Natasha simply scoffed at y/ns words and smile.

"what's personal about daggers. Their just fancy knives."

Natasha's insult hurt. Not that y/n would ever show it.

"leave it alone nat."

Steve said frowning. Natasha glared at him before leaving the room.

"sorry for her behaviour y/n."

Steve said then turning to y/n.

"it's fine Steve. I'm used to it. I know she'll eventually get over it."

Y/n responded calmly. She then hesitated.

"I'm gonna go to my room though. I feel awkward now. I'll see you all later ok."

Y/n then finished. The avengers nodded and y/n retreated to her room.

Y/n had a simple room in which no one but her was aloud in. It had bookcases lining two walls and a bunk bed with a study area underneath in the corner. There was a picture frame that held two photos. One of y/n with her mother and the other of y/n with her grandma the day she gifted y/n the daggers. Under said photos was the box contained the daggers. The daggers were intricately decorated with dragons or crows. Dragons because y/n adored them and crows as a reference to y/n's favourite book duology, six of crows.

Y/n climbed up to her bed and lay down grabbing her phone to dump her emotions on social media. Opening her blog she created a post. It just went on about how her friend group had one person who hated her despite her attempts at being friendly. And her slight struggles to deal with her depression and not being able to discuss it. After posting she turned off her phone and lay down sighing. Y/n didn't feel much better. She glanced back at the daggers. What if... No. She couldn't. She wouldn't. She didn't have the heart to do it. Let alone deal with her mother's sadness or the avengers sadness if she was caught. Besides her suit was sleeveless. Y/n buried the thought to the back if her mind.

A few hours had passed now. Wanda called everyone down for a team meal. Y/n wasn't hungry. She made the simple excuse of she wasn't hungry and went back to her room. Not after getting another snarky remark from Natasha though. This time a dig at her size. Y/n wasn't big but she wasn't skinny like the others either. It wasn't a bad thing and y/n knew that but it still hurt.

Once back in her room y/n turned in her music and as 'devil town' by cavetown came on she pulled out her sketchbook and drew. That was y/n's only other coping mechanism that kept her away from sh. Other than reading, drawing was one of the only things y/n legitimately enjoyed anymore. As the lines started to take a shape y/n realised she was drawing a realistic heart that was cracked open and bleeding. Disturbing but accurate to y/n's emotions currently. Mean while downstairs the other Avengers were arguing with Natasha.

"you can't say that natasha. It could really hurt her feelings y'know."

Wanda scolded. Natasha rolled her eyes.

"she's a cinnamon bun Wanda she's fine."

Natasha said. Wanda frowned at Natasha and was about to make another comment when Yelena interupted.

"can we not do this over dinner. You two can have your quarrel after food."

Wanda and Natasha sighed before sitting back down. Everyone ate in silence as the obvious tension between Wanda and Natasha was uncomfortable.

The next few weeks went by almost the same. Y/n continued her happy persona and Natasha continued to make hurtful jabs while the other Avengers disapproved. Y/n continued to act like it didn't matter. Then Natasha and y/n were assigned the same mission. It was simple. Break into HYDRA put the information on the hard drive and then blow up the place. Easy right. Wrong. Natasha was furious.

"why can't I do it on my own!?"

Natasha fumed at fury. Y/n stood there silent.

"I don't need some happy go lucky daddies girl bugging me as she fakes being an avenger!"

That actually hurt y/n and she flinched though nobody noticed.

"well there's obviously some drama between you both and you need to figure it out. Besides the other Avengers need a break."

Fury remained professional despite the red head yelling at him. Before Natasha could even think of a response fury left. Natasha whipped around to face y/n.

"you better not fuck this up or I will fuck you up got that daddies girl."

Natashas voiced dropped with venom at this statement and y/n simply nodded. The black widow proceeded to storm out of the room leaving y/n to mull over this situation.

The day of departure was the hardest y/n ever experienced. She felt so heavy. It was unbearable to leave the sanctuary of her bed let alone her bedroom. Despite all odds she managed to get up and grab her daggers and change in time to meet Natasha. Y/n had also grabbed a couple books and her sketchpad. This was not a single day mission and y/n knew she was gonna need some coping mechanisms or else things would go south.

Y/n met Natasha at the launch pad to board the quinjet. Natasha scowled at y/n and went on about her nearly being late. Y/n was early. They boarded and started the long flight to the HYDRA base.

The majority of the flight Natasha scowled at y/n and made harsh comments. Y/n simply read to drown it out. As soon as they landed and headed to the hotel they were staying at Natasha made almost silent judgements about the way y/n held and carried herself. Y/n simply sighed and tried to ignore it. They checked into the hotel and entered their room. Lucky for them it had two beds. Y/n set up to the one next to a window and natasha on the one closest to the door.

The first night y/n and Natasha needed to discuss plans if the break in. That was mostly Natasha telling y/n what to do and ignoring any statements y/n made before bringing them up later as if her own ideas. Y/n went along with it.

The next day they were to stake out the base. It went as well as one could anticipate from Natasha and y/n. Natasha constantly criticized y/n and said she was too obvious and how this was just proof of her faking her missions successes. It ended worse. Y/n had ended up in a trap and Natasha had to get her out before HYDRA agents found them. It was worse when back at the hotel.

"how could you be so stupid! Had I known you were this shitty I would've demanded a new partner till I got one! You jeopardized the whole mission you know that right!? Your not an avenger. Your a pathetic excuse who only got to join the team cos her daddy brought her a spot."

Natasha yelled. Y/n blocked out the rant. She had heard enough if Natashas rants to know the lines this one would take. Bla bla ball you could've got us caught. Bla bla bla your a failure. Bla bla bla daddy's girl. That was all Natasha's rants. Soon however Natasha ran out of air and stormed into the bathroom to take a shower. Y/n decided to make a post for her blog.

'inej':

-hey guys. I think screwed up again. It's all I ever seen to do now a days. I truly feel like a failure. I could've gotten my friend in trouble on accident. I've also been left alone with the friend who hates me. I keep fucking up and I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm trying. But sometime it feels like it's not enough. Stay safe.-

Y/n posted it and then turned off her phone before pulling out a book to read the rest of the night. Y/n knew sleep was not gonna be an option tonight. Sleepless nights were more common now.

Today was the infiltration day. Today was the important day. And y/n could only think about how she was gonna fuck up. Natasha got ready and y/n joined her outside. They were soon both outside the base again.

"ok I'm doing all the work as your incapable of doing anything right. Just follow my orders and maybe you won't fuck this up."

Natasha demanded. Y/n nodded. Natasha then lead y/n in.

At first everything was going smoothly. Till Natasha was downloading the information and it tripped a security alarm. HYDRA agents filled the room and Natasha and y/n were fighting for their lives while gathering the information. Y/n didn't have time to grab her daggers and she wasn't too good at hand to hand combat without them. That and the sleepless night and y/n was fighting terribly. Natasha obviously noticed and took it as y/n being incapable of doing the mission and a liar like she thought. Then Natasha saw the files were downloaded. She quickly went to retrieve the USB and turned to yell at y/n to ditch before g/n barged into Natasha and a bullet was shot. Y/n yelled at Natasha to grab the USB and run and that she had the bombs to blow it up. Natasha did run. She felt no obligation to help y/n. Soon after Natasha was out y/n got the time to whip out her daggers and soon the agents were dead. Y/n planted the bombs and exited the building and blew it up. Y/n met with Natasha at the hotel room.

"what the fuck were you thinking!? You nearly got me killed. Your pathetic attacks were useless! We could if failed because of you. Let alone you jumping at me!? And where are you stupid daggers huh!? I never even saw a blade in your hands!"

Natasha screamed. Y/n was tired and bleeding. Littlest did Natasha realise was y/n had take a bullet for natasha. Had she not jumped at Natasha she would if died. But all Natasha was doing was yelling at y/n for saving her life. No. She had enough.

"I jumped at you to take a goddamn bullet!"

Y/n finally gestured to the bleeding wound in her chest. Natasha shit up but before she could speak y/n began to yell this time.

"and the reason I didn't pull out my daggers was because I didn't have an opening to! I saved your stupid life and what I get is being screamed at!? I've tried so hard to get to where I am now. And you daddies girl comments sting y'know. And if you knew jackshit you'd know that my father left my mother for another woman a year ago. Even before that he hardly acknowledged my existence! I have tried so hard to be good at this but I can't! I'm just sad all the time. I struggle to get out of bed. Yet I try to keep you and the other Avengers happy because I don't want to bring down high spirits! Maybe this was a mistake and that being an avenger was a shit decision but I enjoy it! Or I did."

Y/n finished her rant and then looked at a shell shocked Natasha. The y/n pulled out her bloody daggers.

"and those non existent daggers are here."

Natasha now stared at the daggers. Then she eyed the bullet wound.

"i.. I'm sorry. I didn't know."

She said almost shakily.

"no. You didn't know. You don't bother to know. To know Ive been miserable near you. I've thought about self harming before but you have nearly made me actually do it! And y'know what. Maybe I should. Just to relieve the pain you cause me!"

Y/n shouted. Natasha looked scared at the mention of self harm.

"don't do that. Don't even think of that. Please I'm sorry. I didnt... I'm sorry. I am truly sorry."

Natasha said. Concern was written all over natashas face as tears streamed down y/n's. Natasha stepped forward.

"Please dont, cut yourself..."

Natasha begged. Y/n looked away.

"it's just so hard.. you making comments. Being judged about the fact I won't show my daggers because I'm not ready to face the fact that if I show them I'll need to say who gave them to me and then that leads to grandma's death.. I cant. I can't admit she's gone because if she is then I'm lost.."

Y/n practically sobbs. Natashas eyes widen at your explanation of why you refused to show your daggers. Natasha then wrapped y/n in a hug.

"I'm sorry. I was just jealous. I thought you had a privileged childhood and got everything you needed and was upset because that privilege was taken from me. I'm so sorry. I never meant to take effect in you like I did."

Natasha whispered. Y/n simply leaned into Natasha's arms.

The rest of that night was filled with, Crying, hugs, admitting troubles and making up. The two women then became friends and returned to the compound as such. They proceeded to confuse the fuck out of the other Avengers as they had departed basically enemies and now y/n and Natasha were arm in arm. Natasha explained everything and y/n was taken to therapy. Things soon got better. And eventually Natasha and y/n grew into more than friends.

A/n: the ending is shit but I didn't know how else to do it. (I redid it like 20 times). Lmk if it's shit or not. Not that I care this is just me emotion dumping lol.

[twstbookclub]

Petals of Poison

TW: Blood and major character death/s

Summary: Hanahaki Disease. Taking innocent, unrequited love and crushing the life of the unfortunate. This is not a happy story. Don't expect a good ending. POV: 2nd Pronouns: Gender neutral Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Epel Felmier, hanahaki disease, star tear disease, heavy angst Word count: 2,958

Being 100% truthful... I cried writing this, and I got super depressed after lol. I've never done Hanahaki disease as a trope but I've read about it. I've only heard about Star Tear disease and it's very rare to use, but it's a sister trope to Hanahaki.

The person afflicted with Star Tear will cry stars, and slowly become blind, but it isn't like Hanahaki where the affected goes back to normal. No. The person keeps the damage.

I hope you all enjoy this Epel angst and trust me, this is still pretty light, even with a character death. This one didn't take me too long but it took a lot of planning and adding, truly one of my proudest works.

Petals of red carnations and aster spilled onto Epel’s hand on such a bright morning, the sun shining through his windows and lighting up his room beautifully. His face looked shocked and panicked, but he wasn’t in an urge to figure out what was wrong. He dropped the petals out of his hand and saw a small splatter of blood in his palm, but once again, no immediate reaction. He only sighed and got ready for his morning.

It was never like this, but not uncommon to one’s knowledge, either. In this world, magic and myth were big things, and the Isle of Sages was no stranger. Recently, the town had been talking about cases of victims who had recently passed away due to unnatural causes. Unnatural, being that their lungs were filled with roots and flowers, marking their deaths as undetermined in autopsy reports. 

Rumors had been circulating that these victims were in love with others, but never received the love back, then were found dead just days later with the same scenes as the others. The Isle began to find death as common as finding a penny on the ground, but still as tragic as ever for these young lives. Epel could be the next.

He did have someone he loved, but being in the same year as you meant nothing. You barely looked at him, only hung out together when he was invited, and you were completely out of his league. Not even close.

This had started months ago. Epel had met you at the mirror chamber on orientation day, and he became pretty curious. You weren’t from this world, yet you looked like you fit right in, too. You were quiet and confused, which he found interesting, but he would only see you from afar for now.

He was finally able to get close to you, but his attention was easily taken when Deuce started calling him a girl. At that moment, he heard your laugh. It was a beautiful sound that he had no idea would bless his ears the way it did.

One day, you came into the Pomefiore dorm, catching them teaching him about proper tea etiquette and rules. When Rook corrected him, he quickly grew embarrassed and stuttered slightly before fixing himself, hoping that you hadn’t seen him mess up. He didn’t need you to not find him able. He wanted you to like him.

Coming back from winter break, Epel hadn’t stopped thinking about you for any moment of the day. He began to doubt if you liked him, especially after seeing him mess up during classes and after-school clubs. As soon as he arrived back, he was met with more flight training and prim etiquette.

He was running through campus while trying to run away from his housewarden and vice-housewarden, not exactly caring where he was running. Suddenly, Epel felt a hard chest and fell over with a loud wham to the ground. He could only sniffle and rub his head from the pain. When Epel looked up, he saw your eyes on him in concern, and he felt himself become frozen, frustrated with himself about the situation before him. 

Deuce offered to help him, but Epel looked away and mumbled “dagnabit” under his breath. The other first-year grew confused and repeated what Epel had said, but Felmier felt embarrassed for looking so pathetic in front of you. Before Deuce knew it, Epel ran off and disappeared just as quickly as he appeared.  You were left with confusion and questions but didn’t pay much attention to it once he was gone. 

Once he was gone and in a place where one could see him, he felt a slight clog in his throat and coughed, surprised to see a few petals of aster and white carnations fall onto the ground at his feet. “Flowers? What in the…” He whispered with a confused tone, and he didn’t know where this had even come from. 

Soon, he was singing to practice for the Song and Dance Championship behind some bushes, but he coughed and sighed when he couldn’t reach enough, causing some small petals to spill onto the grass. When he heard the voices of others, he perked up and turned around, his eyes landing on you. 

Did you hear that? Oh, for the love of the Seven, please tell me you didn’t hear that.

You only stared at him as he interacted with your friends, but the thought of you finding him in such a pathetic scene lingered in his mind. He didn’t need you to look at him and laugh, especially not after everyone else found him cute and small. After witnessing how his housewarden kicked the asses of the other first years, Epel took a glance at you before being dragged away into more practice.

As soon as he entered the door to Pomefiore, he covered his mouth and coughed up more petals, the sound grabbing the attention of Vil and a few others who were in the lounge. Aster and… Red carnations. This one was new, but his heart did ache. It ached with a pain that poked in his chest, yet the bright red mixed with the purple and pink petals of aster felt comforting.

He felt something for you. He knew you probably wouldn’t like someone as pathetic and hard-driven as he was, not with this small body and cute face. He couldn’t get his hopes up.

Epel had caught himself coughing these petals now and then, but on rare occasions, a few of them had blood spots, nothing too concerning. At the same time, more and more cases of citizens being found dead, surrounded by flowers and roots, were becoming big online. Everyone made this phenomenon have a name, Hanahaki Disease, and it was spreading like wildfire. 

No one could figure out its symptoms. Other’s tried, but would get shut down about their theories. One person, at least every week, was in the headlines about this. Police thought it was a serial killer laying down his victims in a beautiful way, and citizens thought it was karma towards the person who died.

Epel’s symptoms only got worse the more you were around him and looked at him. You spoke to him in such a kind way, treating him as your friend. He noticed that your uniform and face had different sizes and colors of stars. He found it cute and it suited you, at least in his eyes.

Right. Only a friend.

He kept his feelings hidden, and it was only right. Epel knew the situation, and he was okay with it. You didn’t belong in this world in the first place, nothing wrong there. He had a life and family waiting for him in his hometown. He had to get over this.

But the world gave him no time.

Crowley had summoned everyone to the mirror chamber to bid you farewell. You were leaving. No warning. No time. Something felt wrong, and Epel ran to be able to hug you first. Everyone surrounded you two after that. 

Epel heard a twinkling sound, so he looked at you and noticed how small stars were on your cheeks. He was confused, what was even happening? He noticed these stars before, but they came from your eyes this time? He couldn’t ask, not before Crowley had to break it up before the portal closed.

As you looked at everyone one more time, “Come back here soon!” Epel screamed, making everyone slowly begin to agree with him. Then, you left. That was it. Your presence was there, but not your body or soul.

It was a moment of sorrows and grief, which only equaled to Epel coughing up blood-spattered petals of marigolds and purple hyacinth flowers into a napkin. He could tell that this was getting worse, but what in the world could he even do?

Epel spent that night trying to distract himself by researching everything he could about this Hanahaki Disease, coughing up occasional petals. He had found a few stories of victims who survived the disease, reading about how the symptoms stopped after they got together with the person that they loved. 

Reading more about how it got worse if one believed that the other didn’t like them back, but after a certain point, even thinking about the person they loved made the symptoms dire. There was no natural cure, at least not from what was written, but Epel did find something.

Surgery.

Getting surgery to make it go away. 

No.

That’s all Epel needed to read. He wanted nothing else about that subject to come up. It was absurd, even for the most desperate of people. Brain surgery to make the symptoms go away, but you’d forget about all the feelings you felt for the person. He could never, not when it was about you. 

Suddenly, he became curious. The scene from earlier crossed his mind.

Why does someone cry stars?

He searched it up, but… Nothing. Unknown. Sites to just people boasting about how their tears have the sparkle of stars, but it wasn’t the same. You had the shape of stars coming out of your eyes, and they were beautiful.

Epel sighed and shut his phone off. He didn’t need to see anything else for the rest of the night.

For a few weeks, the campus was in an awkward atmosphere due to your leaving, but soon enough, everyone began going back to normal. Not Epel, though. He missed you the most when he sat on his bed after school. He constantly thought about how you could be doing and wondered if you were ever thinking of him. 

He began to smile while thinking about you, remembering every moment he did get to save with you. His birthday, campus traditions, especially being there to watch him perform for the Song and Dance Championship. Thinking about everything made him suddenly gag and the next thing he knew, a pool of blood and different petals were at his feet.

His eyes were wide, but he vomited more blood, less petals. The puddle was red but cluttered with red and white carnations, mixes of purple and pink aster, yellow daffodils, and violet-blue salvia. This was the worst that his condition had gotten. Epel fell back and clutched his chest, trying to breathe silently but with enough force to get himself back on track. It was a silent night after that.

Time would come to take their youth, and before any of the first years knew it, it was graduation day. The day was bright and looking pretty on a day like that, and it kind of made the day better.

The ceremony had gone well, with old students coming back to congratulate and celebrate with the other students, and professors even admitting that they’d miss some students.

After all celebrations were over though, Epel stayed on the campus grounds, standing at the well that caused him the most time with you. He simply stared down the well, letting the sunset almost blind his vision. One memory of you caused a loud cough and blood to spill from his mouth, petals following after. 

It hurt. The pain grew worse than ever before. He’d rather suffer than forget the love he felt for you. His body was falling, faltering to keep itself up, and he landed on his back against the ground.

“The love I feel for you… Is so beautiful, but—” He whispered, petals of sweet peas falling from the sides of his mouth now as his coughs got shorter and harsher. “I can’t breathe.”

Epel could only clutch his chest as he tried to find the proper breathing pattern. He looked up at the sky and wiped the excess blood from his mouth. He smiled. Like he always did when he thought of you.

Epel could cry. He could feel it. You were so close. Just a little farther.

The sounds of struggling became quieter, and a bed of flowers grew. Cyclamens, sweet peas, heliotropes, white carnations, crimson roses, forget-me-nots, and black roses all grew from the ground. Its roots and vines surrounded the body of a recently graduated boy, who simply loved someone that he knew he couldn't have.

Epel looked like a charming prince with how peaceful he looked.

The world was cruel. Too cruel even.

Those young adults, now grown up, were gathered in a reserved restaurant. They all stood up when they heard the door, Silver bringing you in.

You carried a white cane and carefully moved it around, your eyes staring forward with occasional blinks. Everyone knew the situation, but there was still a tension that you could feel by just sensing it.

Your irises were close to white but had a faint hue of your original eye color. You were blind. You had explained to everyone before that you had “Star Tear Disease”, which explained why you cried stars when you left the world of Twisted Wonderland that day.

It was rare. Only a few had it, and you were the unlucky one that did. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, but you smiled nonetheless. It had been years since you had last been with the boys, and you were quite excited to meet them again.

“I'm fine, guys. It's just a little impairment, but I'm still me.”

The room stayed quiet, and slowly, one by one, they all came up to let you touch their faces and reintroduce themselves. Ace tried making you laugh by contorting his face, but you hit his shoulder. “Hey! Quit that. I'll pull your ear if you keep doing it.”

Goofball as always.

Once everyone had a turn, you felt weird. Someone was missing, and you slowly made your way around the table. An empty chair.

“Who's missing?” You asked, clutching the arm of the chair.

Silence once again. No one wanted to tell you, so you remembered everyone to figure it out.

Your body froze as you realized it, but you could feel your heart drop. “Epel.”

Tension grew in the room again and you could hear a sigh, then followed by Leona. “He's dead.”

Whispers with the others calling out Leona for saying it, but he simply grew irritated with their lack of sense. “Oi, what the hell are we supposed to do, eh? Keep it from them? They're blind for Seven's sake!”

“You didn't have to say it so bluntly—” Followed Lilia, not wanting everything to become a problem.

“All of you, shut up!” You yelled, the starry tears forming in your eyes as you clutched the chair harder, digging your nails into the wood.

Everyone went mute. You couldn't even believe it. 

“How...” You whispered, the sound of twinkling from your tears filling the eerily quiet room. “How did he die and when?”

Deuce stood from his chair this time. “On our graduation day. He died of some… illness called Hanahaki Disease.” 

Your world was crumbling. Hanahaki Disease. You heard of it in your world. It was made of fiction, but who knew it'd be turned into reality. The same could be said for Star Tear Disease, but you developed it here, and it followed you into your world.

You let out a few tears as you kept thinking, your arms practically wrapped around the chair. “Who was the cause? One of you knows.”

Vil spoke as he moved closer, trying to be careful with you. “That part isn’t necessary for you to know—”

“It was you. Vil told us all after he died.” The gruff voice from Malleus filled the room with those three words, and they somehow sounded painstakingly beautiful. Vil’s breathing pattern changed once the truth was revealed. You knew those words were true.

“... Take me to his grave.” You asked after a short moment of silence, sounding like you were pleading, so they took you.

Standing in front of it now, you gently touched the tomb, then the texture of the cement, until your hands touched the lettering.

“E P E L   F E L M I E R”

It had his dates, a small obituary, and designs of apple trees. It all felt cool to the touch. You could only imagine it, but then you remembered that you brought something.

A flower bouquet. Baby's breaths, blue salvia, lavender roses, and cyclamens were composed neatly, you could feel it. Anything for him, especially since he meant so much.

“Hey Epel…” You whispered, kneeling down in front of the tomb. You took a breath and it was already hard, the disease making your eyes sting. “You know, you're the only one I didn't get to touch today.”

“I'm sure you look the same. You never changed.” You said with a smile, gently feeling the cold cement under your fingers. You heard his laugh in your ears, imagined his smile, and you felt a warmth on your hand. His warmth. You knew it.

At that moment, you began to cough really hard, blood spilling onto your hand and petals came out of your mouth. You were unfazed. You knew what this was. 

You set down the bouquet and moved to sit on top of his grave, leaning back against the tombstone as you felt a sharp pain around your ankles.

“Why didn't you tell me? I loved you too. That's unfair…” You whispered softly, feeling your eyes close as your breath struggled slightly.

“We could've survived together.” You said with a faint voice, your body becoming lifeless as your hands and ankles were tied down with vines.

Red roses, carnations, and aster grew on the vines. The twinkling of your tears filled the soundless cemetery, stopping with a drop of a star on your clothes.

[thestarlitmidnight]

🌙A Court Beneath the Silent Nightsky🌙

Summary: Kaela, survivor of the massacre on one of the temples by Hybern. After being the sole survivor, she falls into silence, refusing to speak to anyone. She is lost in haze of overwhelming grief and depression, which rendered her unable to function properly anymore. She is send into the library in Velaris, the safe sanctuary for the survivors as her high priestess can no longer to bare the sight of her suffering in her temple. Kaela is accompanied by ever present Morrigan, who took it as her mission to break this brooding strike of hers. Since the first night spend at the library, she meets bewitching stranger with violet eyes that steals souls with mere look into them, who seems to be ever lasting presence ever since their first encounter, seeming as broken as she feels. Will they be able to be source of strength for each other? Will they overcome the endless dances with theirs demons and be finally happy? Fandom: ACOTAr Pairing: RhysandXFemOC Warnings: This story is dealing with themes of depression, PTSD and heavy subjects like those, please, if you are easily triggered, better to skip this one. Word Count: 13 013 Chapters: 7 Master List

Chapter Two

"This is a library, nobody without agreement from the high priestess which leads this place cannot enter. You are completely safe there," the blond female who picked me up at my temple kept talking and talking, my mind almost started to spin with the amount of words she managed to say In one minute. That was impressive.

"All the priestesses who live there have as difficult past as you do, some survived the attacks and for them, this place was created. A place to feel safe and be able to heal peacefully in the company of those who understand how difficult battle it is," this part of her rambling campaign was at least somehow interesting. 

So there were other attacks? Other survivors? How come this never reached my ears? How much was lost? 

"You will have your room up the stairs, shortly I will show you, but before that, let's look around, let me show you other priestess you will be meeting?" She offered, but those words almost caused me a heart attack. 

I stopped dead in my tracks and my breath became more difficult. Meeting other survivors? Now? Out of the blue? No time for me to prepare? Was this female crazy? 

"Alright, later then," she at least quickly noticed my despair and began to walk again, this time to the direction of my supposed room. 

"There, you can choose to work, shorting the books out, helping the trusted visitors to find their desired books, whatever you feel like doing or you can choose to keep to yourself now, explore around and just feel the new surroundings out," she informed me, forcing another painful sting into my heart.

So this is not out of the good of their hearts. I'm supposed to work my stay there? Even if I can now sulk freely, later, will I be expected to work there? 

It sounded firstly as a some kind of hospital facility, with the new kind of experimental treatment, as building a place for broken souls inside an ancient library. Let the broken ones mingle and share their experiences, finding strength in all that gruesome things we survived and other shit like that. 

But after all it was a convenient way, how to keep the library staffed? Were they short on employees here so they thought maybe bringing a bunch of traumatized girls who will work there in exchange for sanctuary was a good idea? 

Oh I want to go away already.

"Outside these large doors you will find yourself in Velaris, a city where you will be just as safe as there, up the stairs, you will find the House of Winds, but climbing all those stairs would not be a comfortable experience at all, let me tell you. All the way down there, it's a place where you should never venture. Tales have it, that under the library lives a spirit which protects it, better to leave the ancient spirits sleep and don't wake them up just by mere curiosity," Morrigan gave me an important look, walking up the stairs as if it was nothing but a mere morning stroll around the temple. 

I, on the other hand, was catching my breath with despair. Physical activities were something I don't engage in anymore. Especially after my right hip was so badly twisted, that I developed a slight, but notable limb. It limited the rage of my movements and doing anything physically demanding was a painful experience. So she can be sure that I wouldn't go anywhere, where those cursed stairs lead.

As we stopped in front of a door, the third one on the hallway which was dark, but nicely furnished with plants and paintings on the walls, she turned back to me and gave me a warm, reassuring smile.

"I know it's difficult, the things you survived, they took a piece of your soul with you, believe me when I'm speaking from experience. They all expect you to go back to the old days, old self as if nothing happened. They think that if they give you time to heal, you will be the same old self all over again, new and shiny. What they don't realize is that there is no coming back to pieces of us which are long time dead, lost forever. You just need to get to know this new you which was born from the burning, pick the pieces from the ash which remained and put a new person together. There is no pressure, no time limit, no expectation. The only person who knows how to make it through is you, nobody else, so if endlessly brooding and sulking is the way how to reach the next day alive and breathing so be it," she patted my shoulder and opened the door, before she left, almost dancing down the hallway with the grace of skilled dancer. 

Her words ringed inside my mind. Heavy and loud. Truthful. Yet unwelcome. I wanted to suffer, to feel the pain of things which happened and let them break me, kill me even. Just like my sisters were killed back then, right in front of my own eyes. They were used as toys before and after death, the monsters didn't care if they were breathing or not. 

How come they killed all of them, slit their throats, slaughtered them as pigs but let me live? All of them died, spared of the horrors which happened to them, not needing to face the truth of the action taken against us. Yet they let me alive, broken, bloodied, but alive, living to tell the story. 

But I did not. I couldn't. I couldn't share the stories of witnessing my sisters being abused and then killed. Could not describe to them the feelings of being thrown on the same floor I was supposed to be scrubbing today, covered in their blood and their bodies. How I wished to just die and be over with it, get away from the physical and mental pain. 

When the soldier, who just emptied himself into me, when he reached for the digger to slit my throat like they did to my sisters, I was happy for the hell to be over. Yet the commander, he commanded the monster who forced himself on me, to leave me alive, saying that it will be worse than being killed.

And he was right, of course he was. 

So how can there, in those ashes which Morrigan so beautifully described, be any of the old me left? The flame was way too strong to leave anything behind. There was nothing for me to pick up, nothing to put back together. 

The room was simple but nice. Table with comfortable looking chair, closet, big bed which looked like it will be comfortable as well. Carpets were spread across the floor to keep the coldness from the stone floor away, there were plants and shelves with books, some paintings hanging on the wall. 

Welcoming room, empty of any memories, fresh and clean from any past staining it. The warm colors which dominated it were nice and gave the whole room a cozy touch. 

It was more than I deserved, more than I was worth. My sisters were reduced into ash, burned and their ashes were spread from my cliff, letting them join the universe once again, a place where they belonged now. 

I should be out there with them. Not there, in this safe, comfortable and warm room.

Chapter Three

[royalbilliards]

i would LOVE to hear your opinion on maruki's therapy bc i see a lot of ppl saying he sucked as a therapist and i've never seen one so i can't really say anything with certainty...... but idk, i want joker to have at least an okay therapist just because it's a nice touch. also i think it's more satisfying narratively when maruki is someone joker can lean on for support and get attached to, but then has to oppose because shitty actualization. idk. pathetic wet man makes me go brrrrrr

Welcome to the autism zone.

So a lot of my thoughts on maruki’s therapy comes from my own experiences with a therapist in the past (I’m trying to get a new one right now) but. A lot of what Maruki’s ‘confidant perks’ and what they’re called suggest he’s giving Joker treatment for anxiety and depression, which makes a lot of sense given the way he acts in public outside of the joker persona, and the situation he’s in at Shujin (being bullied, for lack of a better term because it’s 5 am and I just woke up, and ostracised due to Kamoshida spilling his criminal record).

Practices like mindfulness and wakefulness sound like bullshit when you first have to start them, mostly because of the names, but the practices themselves are grounding techniques, being able to be present in your body, aware of your surroundings, and not letting yourself spiral via panic or depression and stuff. Detox is a term for drug addiction and alcoholism rehab, they’re not exactly practices we know Joker needs help with, but they’re most likely preventative measures, so that he doesn’t go Down those paths BECAUSE of his situation, which honestly makes sense, depression, anxiety, bullying from peers and the rest of it, including his criminal record and the way Japan treats students with criminal records, it makes sense that Joker could have easily gone down those routes if he didn’t have his friends and the metaverse to blow off steam and have an outlet for his emotions that he isn’t allowed to have in his day to day life. Flow is also a form of therapy treatment for handling depression, and mostly focus’ on capturing moments of positive mental states and allowing yourself to be completely focused and involved in Enjoyable activities that make you happy.

Because all of these therapy treatments that we get named from his confidant perks are Real therapy treatments that both Work and are widely used to treat specific mental health problems (Depression, Anxiety and Self-worth) we get both an insight into how Joker is actually feeling about things outside of what he shows and how useful these techniques are in his actual day to day life, because he’s using them to handle stressful situations in the metaverse.

There’s also the fact that Before everything, and AFTER everything, Joker doesn’t seem to hold much animosity towards Maruki, yes Akechi does and he’s Totally allowed to hate him, but neither Yoshizawa or Joker do, when Yoshizawa is more than justified in being angry and frustrated with him. And it might just be due to the abysmal lack of characterisation Yoshizawa gets, but mostly she seems like she too, like Joker, WANTS to help him, because we know that Maruki himself struggles with Self-worth problems, delusions of grandeur, a messiah complex (in both definitions of the term) anxiety and depression (along with a few other spicier things I don’t feel like mentioning because I’d need to bring up the psa’s on how demonised disorders need to be treated with respect since no one can do that on the internet). But there doesn’t seem to Be animosity between the three of them. Mostly just worry about someone they both cared about, and trusted.

There’s also the fact that, Jokers interactions with Maruki do not End After you help him with his research, we’re just cut off from the interaction at that point, because Joker in canon is explaining to Sae other more important things, he probably doesn’t feel the need to tell her the confidential therapy treatment he’s receiving at school. Their interaction continues, we get a fade to black, so it’s obvious he is getting actual therapy treatment, but Maruki has probably picked up on Jokers earth shattering savior complex and is easing him into the idea of therapeutic treatment by having him assist in his research, so Joker is more inclined to accept the help, since it’s a Transaction to Joker. If Maruki had more time to be Jokers therapist, and I assume he would have at some point Offered to continue his work as Jokers therapist after his tenure at Shujin ending, he would have eventually been able to work on that with Joker, and weaned him off Needing to help people all the time, and viewing social interactions as a transactional thing.

Anyways, yeah, I don’t think Maruki is a bad therapist outside of the horrors, I think people just don’t think about it because it isn’t spoon fed to them in a social link interaction, which is where the assumption that he’s Only using Joker as a sounding board comes from. But what would I know I just did media studies and have a special interest in analysing media, SHRUG

[tamelee]

What do you dislike most about naruto (manga) besides the ending?

Hi Non.e ♡

I don't know if it is a dislike as much, it did bother me though. And that is how dismissive Naruto has been about his own trauma. Don't get me wrong, it is realistic in a way- but for storytelling considering how much it has impacted further conversation, I wish this was explored more.

In the real world Naruto's behavior towards himself as he gets a mirror thrown in front of him (his 'Dark' self) is explainable (yk what I mean), yet in this story, in the world of Shinobi, it doesn't make much sense. Naruto has been extremely hurt. He says that Sasuke and his roles could've easily been reversed. Which I have no doubt about. At times we see Naruto suddenly bursting with anger. When he thought Gaara had died he showed anger too and cried, for him, but also for himself.

Sounds to me like he wasn't just talking about Gaara. And I don't think I'm the only one if you look at those faces.

Although he was happy to finally meet Minato.. his dad, he punched him in the gut. Opinions aside, this is how Naruto felt at the moment.

Naruto had been in distress for a while, yet thinking about an afterlife with Sasuke but not carrying the burden of being Uchiha or Jinchuuriki makes Naruto look somewhat relieved.

Anyway skip to the 'Waterfall of Truth' and Dark Naruto.

Gerotora the scroll toad, confirms to Naruto that Dark or Evil Naruto is connected to Kurama. The hatred within Naruto's heart or as Motoi describes it 'a reflection of Naruto's true self'. He tries to fight it to no avail.

Motoi voices that Naruto would not be able to use the Kyuubi’s powers if he can’t beat his hatred. He also tells Naruto that despite him and Bee both being Jinchuriki and having similar pasts, Bee passed the Waterfall training in a blink of an eye.

But, both characters are simply not the same, despite being Jinchuriki with similar pasts. They have different things that impacts and challenges them. As Naruto stalks off he thinks about his own past.

About the similarities between Bee and Gaara, how the villagers went from shunning the boys to treating them as heroes. And that is exactly what happened to Naruto as well- which is what ‘Dark Naruto’ hates. Uh, he who lives deep within his own heart hates. But instead of addressing that issue, Naruto starts to worry whether the villagers really trust him yet or not.. what...???

No. Trust me, I get the point. Doesn't mean I have to like it.

So with that in mind, Naruto goes back to confront his Dark self, but then I wonder, who really is the 'Dark' one anyway? I talked about this before but manipulation can be as simple as telling another you are “fine” when, in a real sense, you are depressed.

What Naruto then does is a form of manipulation.. to himself because it controls the perception of the other, “Dark-Naruto” and how they react to you. Other times, manipulation also has more insidious consequences, and most times, it is associated with emotional abuse, especially in intimate relationships. And you can’t really be more intimate if it literally is you. When the practice is prolonged, a manipulated person usually ends up with physical, emotional as well as mental health issues if they do not realize the situation sooner and save themselves from it.

“Dark-Naruto” is the part of Naruto that is honest, that sincerely tells Naruto how he feels and questions him when he doesn’t understand something “No.. I don’t know what you mean!” (Please, elaborate further, I want to understand.)

Whereas Naruto just responds with: “Don’t play dumb with me.”

And how was Dark Naruto supposed to know if you ‘just thought about it a minute ago’. Naruto completely disregards whatever his ‘hatred’ shouts at him to make him truly understand. Now that he has the chance. But instead of working through it, understanding his emotional baggage as he does with everyone else, friends and foes, (Talk No Jutsu) he uses tactics to temporarily control his environment. How he feels. Aka his heart.

Naruto literally manipulates himself.

Naruto: “I’ve only become strong, because of your help, you MIGHT even be the reason I’m here now.”

“Dark” Naruto: “Then why? What am I supposed to do now?” (Genuine confusion.)

Naruto: “What do you think?” (“You’re overreacting.”)

Naruto: “You be like me, because you are me.” (The hell does that even mean?) - (“My hatred seems to be not worthy of any emotional response, it’s dramatic and silly. I’ll make it question it’s own maturity and mental health and damage it into shock for the moment so it disappears for now.”

He didn't overcome his trauma/anger, he didn't "love" it or erase it by hugging it for a moment- nothing. Yet it worked enough for him to "believe it!"

And that was all that he needed in order for it to go into hiding.

So.. my Headcanon is that Dark Naruto actually still exist. A few words and an autograph won't sign him away- I, for one do not "believe it!" (In theory, I do know that it is true, cuz: Manga.)

[gamerbearmira]

spiderwoman au-

You know how Spider! Mirabel is all happy and hunky dory like 1610 Miles is? Happy, naive, trusting, etc. But Miles prowler variant isn't? Depressed, tired, cold, not a villain but not a hero either, etc.

I introduce to you, Venom! Mirabel: (sad angst ahead)

So, let's just say Venom! Mirabel got her symbiote when she was only eleven. Julieta worked for Alchemax and therefore could bring Mirabel whenever she wanted to if she couldn't find a babysitter.

A symbiote was being tested on and researched over most of the times little Mirabel was just around. One day a fire caused most of the Alchemax to explode, the symbiote got out, and out of an act of kindness, it protected her from being burned.

A little thought I had was that the symbiote liked Julieta, she was gentler with it and talked to it kindlier than the other scientists did. Sometimes the symbiote was able to see a few glimpses of Mirabel and once, was able to see her up close behind glass.

Alma, Pepa, Felix, Agustin, worked there to. Just in different districts. Her daughters decided to follow in her footsteps and therefore met Agustin and Felix there.

So, before the building could fully engulf in flames, the symbiote broke out of glass and protected her from the fire. The five adult madrigals, however, didn't make it.

Mirabel was found in rubble by some firefighters and taken back home. Bruno was surely devastated, as well as the other grandchildren. Antonio was only three months old when it happened, so he didn't really have that much time to bond with his parents, tios, or abuela.

Bruno, who was thankfully left with Alma's inheritance, was able to care for the grandchildren the best he could.

Even though they were fairly high class in wealth, Alma always thought it would be best for her children to live in middle class neighborhoods. She thought that because she came from a typically rich family, and she couldn't stand how uptight and entitled everyone was.

She met Pedro in a simple diner in a Brooklyn neighborhood she was told to never go to. The rest is already known, except Pedro died from a home invasion.

Even through that trauma, she still preferred to live in a simple neighborhood. The people there weren't fake, mean, but at least they were truthful. No one had an image to uphold or someone to impress, they were just people trying to earn a living. (Plus, she wanted the triplets to live next to Pedro's parents)

Her parents cut her off but thankfully she was already working as a scientist at Alchemax. She wanted her children to learn the value of just living life, not valuing money, so she raised them how a typical middle-class mom would (or at least tried to)

So, Bruno and the grandkids live in a big apartment in Brooklyn. The older girls are in college, Mirabel and Camilo go to Brooklyn Visions Academy, and Antonio goes to a good kindergarten school.

Mirabel and Camilo were friends with Miles 42 since second/third grade, thankfully they ended up in the same prestige school so they could stick together.

When Miles 42's dad died, they were able to bond on grief and become a little closer as friends. But that didn't mean they were happy, not at all.

Mirabel still misses her parents and other family members every day and cries herself to sleep most nights. The only people that know of the symbiote attached to Mira are Miles 42 and Uncle Aaron.

She saw them going around places and stealing medicine, and she wanted to help. She instantly figured out it was them; she could recognize Miles' braids and Aaron's behavior easily.

Go here: Unused Spider Verse Test Footage: Prowler "Wiles" Morales - YouTube so you can know what I'm talking about.

She offered to help or more like "I'm helping you and you can't say no to me"

She introduced her symbiote buddy to them, it freaked them out, they got over it, and now she helps with missions when she can.

She often calls Uncle Aaron "Tio Aaron" and Rio "Mama Rio". Same for the other grandkids. And when you think about it, Rio and Aaron are the only parental figures they have in their life. Bruno is their third figure, but he's still at a loving uncle distance.

She's a year older than Miles here (like how Spider! Mirabel is with 1610 miles), so she calls him "Hermanito" a lot, much to his distaste. She's also a few inches taller than him so she uses his shoulders as an arm rest often. Sibling tings.

I feel like Mirabel has more of an alt aesthetic, just to match 42 Miles a little bit. Blacks, Blues, and whites are usually her color scheme.

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So, let's just say Spider! Mirabel, Spider! Antonio, and 1610! Miles end up in Earth 42. They were all being chased by a bunch of spider people (fighting for they life), told they were nothing but anomalies, far from home, and ended up in a foreign world.

All three of them were tired and exhausted (physically and emotionally) by the time they got to Miles' "home". Mirabel and Antonio stayed on top of the roof to keep an eye out for Miguel or anyone who looked like a problem.

Mirabel got knocked tf out by her variant and Antonio...boy just passed out from exhaustion and shock. Miles gets knocked tf out too and all of them get tied up to a punching bag. Both Mira and Miles staring their variants in the eye.

Other V! Mira facts

V!Mirabel has eyebags, always low lid eyes, some scars along her face and body, and lighter brown eyes.

She's a heavy eater, more so than Camilo, because she is literally eating for herself AND an alien.

Has the weirdest food combination, because again, there's an alien attached to her with the weirdest food cravings.

Loves to code and make a few gadgets here and there.

Instead of the accordion, she likes to play with an APC and make beats from time to time.

BVA's top student, as well as Miles and Milo.

She still embroiders and sings, but she boxes too. Miles is usually her boxing buddy.

Mira stopped doing ballet at eleven, she just lost motivation after most of her family died. She continues to do gymnastics but only to make her fight better in combat.

She is a smart a$$ if you've ever seen one, give her the chance and she will get smart with you. Dolores had to hit her with a wooden spoon once or twice to make her tone it down. (And trust me, Dolores keeps that spoon locked and loaded just in case anyone wants to get smart, as well as a chancla).

Makes sweaters and some baked deserts for Rio, Aaron, and Miles. It's her way of showing affection because, unlike spider! Mira, she doesn't like being touched that much.

Likes teaching Antonio how to code and make some tiny robots here and there.

The symbiotes name is Mariposa, name given by Mirabel of course.

Whenever Rio gives attention to anyone other than her or Miles, she gets a little jealous.

But she is MAJORLY jealous of spider! Mirabel having her whole family intact and happy. So, she has a little resentment toward her. Can you blame her?

Very observant of everything, even small details. That's how she easily noticed who Aaron and Miles were when they were flying across the sky. And in her eyes, they weren't hiding their identities very well to begin with.

Rio, Bruno, and the other grandkids think something romantic is going on between her and 42 miles and they are just like..."no". But they do find it funny.

Mira does NOT eat people, if Mariposa is that hungry Mariposa will just remove itself from Mirabel and go after whoever was a threat at the moment. Then it will become with Mira again, but under no circumstances will it eat someone while fused with Mirabel. The creature already knows the girl is traumatized it doesn't want to traumatize her more.

Also, if Mirabel smells anything related to fire smoke, she'll get extremely nervous. If there's a fire nearby, she'll try to help get people out but she's gonna be having flashbacks of what happened to her all through it.

afterwards she's just gonna break down crying. Oh yeah, she hates crying, so when she's doing it, she tries her best to stop.

That's all I got, but more spider stuff coming soon.

WOWOOWOWOW SO COOL!! I do remember some Venom lore. Not a lot, gotta brush up tbh but I son’s really invest in it too much 💀💀 ANYWAYYYY. VERY SAD. But at least Bruno stepped up because. It must’ve have been hard on all of them, but especially Bruno. Bro lost his whole family and the. Had to step up to raise some kids. One of them mfs got a symbiotic, which is. CRAZY 🦜

Passing out from exhaustion is so real. Common Antonio W

[snowzing1]

Cats are funny. They have a funny way of mourning things

Cats are creatures notorious for going wherever they want and holding freedom. Even permanently leaving behind a home they've had for as long as they can remember

Human they don't care about is suddenly gone from their life? Already said they don't care. Big animal that's scary is gone? Good riddance. They're tossed from one home to another? In general terms, as long as they are fed and watered nothing matters

In fact, arguably, hypothetically, if their owner became deceased in their own home, leaving the cat to starve, the cat is likely to easily eat said owner out of survival instinct

Cats are adaptable

They seemingly show to gain such little attachments that they are flexible in where they go, unpicky, almost open to changes as long as they are fed and watered

But at the same time, cats show to have high free thought. This free thought is paired with natural high perception. On a logic vs. Emotion appraisal, they arguably lean further in logic.

So what if a person is missing? Just one could mean many things. If this was a pattern, that would raise concern. In a new environment completely unfamiliar? Caution advised, as long as the basic requirements are there they'll accept this fate. If it becomes a place they do not feel their requirements are met, they aren't afraid to leave. A creature they grew up with perishes? Survival and logic come first, lest they die themselves.

I once heard, though I could very well be wrong, that cats evolved their meows to mimick closer to that of a human child, enacting our instincts to protect young.

Cats are generally built to be survivalists with logic

But cats aren't soulless husks for the devil himself to possess either. They arguably show great compassion in life

A mother cat can be protective of her young or cats may be protective of young in general. Though, with that in mind, mother's may disown a kitten born with an illness or deformity to protect the other kittens. She may even kill the ones deemed the weakest if she feels unable to cope or lacks the ability to produce enough milk for the litter. If a kitten passes during or shortly after birth, a human taking the kitten before the mother realizes will greatly distress her as she'd still try to care for it. Upon realising she will focus on the rest of the litter. More logic over emotion. And I could say more about still borns, the mother may eat them for nutrients (there are theories it's also a form of coping with loss), burry them, or bring them to a trusted human. But like, there's a lot. Point is, mother's will still lean to logic but show emotion via wishing to care for the young

The most prominent example I can think of is purring. Something everyone is familiar with in some way. When cats are generally happy or relaxed, they purr. It's a satisfying sound to hear

Another example can be how well they are able to notice behavioural shifts in a person based on moods. In particular, I'm focusing on sadness. They are surprisingly well at percepting a person's change in actions are, if they actually care about you, have an instinct to comfort you in some way. Request pets, snuggles or just purr

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I also didn't mention that even males will take the place of mother's if there is a motherless kitten. They will train the youngling to hunt and. You know. Cat things. Though I heard they have a greater chance to do this if castration but I have no personal viewership of this, I've mostly grown up with females and my males never had much of a chance to prove themself. Another thing to note is that males are seemingly more likely to do this when the kitten is specifically motherless, otherwise males are known for killing a litter to mate with a female as with many other animals. Instinct. For cats, Instinct is generally more logic over emotion

If an entity a cat loved did happen to die before them or just generally perish, a cat does show signs of depression. They may eat less, play less, generally feel no motivation to do things, and spend more time alone. But they will show to grieve. An instance where emotion takes over logic

But I feel like a lot of people just can't always tell when a cat is sad. Atleast the people I grew up around. It may not sound hard to notice a cat upset, it's really not, but sometimes it feels like they're treated like the angsty teen going through a life crisis. Just. Ignored and wrote off as being a cat

Fairly unrelated, but i remember seeing a cat once at a pet store who tore it's fur off its tail and it actually made me cry. Just so miserable there. Looked so dead inside and moved so slowly. Placed in the middle of the store for easy viewing. A part of pet stores I hate to see. I hope it was taken into a good home

And now I just have random thoughts and what not about cats like. Beneath this. Because. I'm rambling and don't expect half of this to be read by anyone because I'm rambling so much

Cats don't always are for their names, either. They show to be capable of understanding what sounds and syllables we make to say their name, they show to understand you are refering to them specially. They just don't always give a fucking damn that you request them. That's not to say all cats react to their name calling the same, I've had plenty of cats that show various levels of acknowledgement

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One of the worst psychological tortures you could do to a cat is leaving them in a single, small room, little to do, and no sound. Just like for people. It drives them crazy and they're much more sensitive to an undersimulating environment than us. It's funny how understimulating can easily understimulate people

Many animals will sacrifice their offspring fir themselves when in danger. The young are expendable in comparison to the adult who can reproduce a few more times over. It does not mean they wish to throw away their young, but logic over emotion. Likewise, the only reason people care so much for their children is comfort. It is a luxury to be so well in life that we can focus on children above adults because we are not at constant risk of predators. Emotion has been allowed to flourish and affect our logic to create moral compasses

Cats have a small set of life desires to make them happy at any set moment: being provided substance, freedom to choose, and flexible engagement from other entities

My first ever job I worked at, we had a cat in the store. Grey cat. We called him our mascot. Always came in the morning at opening, had a pet bed in the store front, and a litterbox food upstairs if it was too cold to kick him out for the night. He'd also hide some days by the end of the shift to attempt to stay inside. The best part of every morning was seeing the kitty

Hypothetically speaking, if we did not separate cats and allowed them to live together, reproduce as much as they like etc. How long would it take for them to cease incest and murdering of a mother's litter for mating? Currently, cats are often separated and isolated from other cats to a degree, especially families. They are very unoften given a chance to develope with their family to full adulthood and past. Therefore mating is still high on their survival instincts. They do have the luxury of raising a family. Yet they are seemingly much further along than dogs in the form of being able to acknowledge safety, awareness and general intellect. If they are unhappy with an environment, they will leave. So in theory, if they never left family and continued to reproduce together, they would evolve to form a moral compass against incest, litter murdering and the general instinct to mate all together

The idea of burying waste is so engraved in a cats instinct that even kittens are hella easy to litter train. First day with a cat that couldn't be older than 5 months, most likely less. Bam. Done. Cat is chilling. Cats are even able to be toilet trained if you care enough, which would significantly reduce how horrid it smells when they go potty. And also a quick, easy fix

Cats love high places to hide in aswell. They love bird eye views and the upper hand. Also love observing or just in a place where they cab be aware

A cat who is distressed does not blink often. This is a survival instinct to be aware of its surroundings. They also like to hide in small, low spaces with easy escapes

I really love cats. They are my muse and the only reason I stay on this earth

None of this was really scientifically backed or anything, just my own thoughts on observation. Not every cat is 100% the same in anyway either

I'm not proof reading anything I wrote I'm going to bed

[inukag]

Hi! I'm a huge fan of your blog. I'm new on tumblr and I couldn't be happier that I found you!

Anyway, I have just reread Inuyasha (this time more thoroughly) and it dawned on me that the story between Jinenji and Kagome was somewhat identical to that of Inuyasha and Kikyou.

I think Jinenji's feeling for Kagome can help explain well how Inuyasha felt about Kikyou.

Kagome was the first girl to show Jinenji happiness, his heart was warm when he was with her. I don't think Jinenji's feeling for Kagome was as intense as Inuyasha's for Kikyou, since Jinenji still had his mother around while Inuyasha had no one before he met Kikyou. Not to mention that Jinenji only spent like one day with Kagome. However, it was enough for Jinenji to admit that he wouldn't be able to go on living if he let Kagome die.

And the same goes for Inuyasha. He could never afford letting Kikyou die in his presence, just like Jinenji couldn't let Kagome die. Yet not only did Kikyou die, but Inuyasha was also TOLD that her death was partly his fault. Having seen how Jinenji felt, I can easily understand how depressed Inuyasha was about Kikyou and why he was always eager to know whether Kikyou was safe or not.

Inuyasha's feeling for Kikyou was not really... special or exclusive. Anyone in his position (in this case it's Jinenji) would feel the same way. I think it started out as affection and gratitude. However for Inuyasha it was coupled with the guilt that he "caused" Kikyou's death. All the more reasons why he wasn't able to forget about Kikyou. To be honest, I used to be so frustrated whenever he ran to Kikyou's side. But now, with the help of the Jinenji arc, his actions were quite understandable. I'm glad he'll always have Kagome by his side to heal his wounded heart.

Well that's my take. What's your thought on the Jinenji arc?

(So sorry for the very late response! thank you for the love 🥺 and welcome to tumblr!)

That's an interesting comparison, I never really thought of that because Inuyasha himself never seem to put that much importance to Kikyo being his "first". The only time I remember him mentioning it is when she dies, but even then most important factor that drives Inuyasha when it comes to Kikyo is his guilt (as you said, he was led to believe that Kikyo's death was his fault). Some people in this fandom do try to argue that since Kikyo is Inuyasha's first love, that makes her special and irreplaceable in Inuyasha's heart... but we see nothing of the sort in canon. Very early on in the series, back when Inuyasha still thought Kikyo had betrayed him, he promised himself he "wouldn't be swayed by a woman again" and we've seen him try to distance himself from Kagome by fear of getting hurt again, but him loving Kikyo before didn't stop him from falling in love with Kagome a mere few weeks/months after he initially found out that Kikyo was dead. He also never had any issue stating that Kagome was the first person he ever trusted, the first person to make him happy, the person he owes everything to and the person he was born to be with. In fact Inuyasha... never really says anything positive about his relationship with Kikyo. His best memory of their time together is him agreeing to be human to be with her, which we now know wouldn't even have worked because the jewel doesn't actually grant your wish. Kikyo was the first person to approach him and give him a chance, but at the cost of half of his identity. She gave him one option, the option to choose his human side, which he eventually realized wasn't necessary. That doesn't make his relationship with Kikyo insignificant of course, but there's nothing particularly special about it either that he can't get with Kagome.

Also, Inuyasha is extremely honor bound and despite his earlier claims that he "doesn't have time to save innocents" he is very much a savior who wants to help people in need. I raise an eyebrow when people claim that his dedication to wanting to save Kikyo from dying again is "proof" that he loves her "more than Kagome" because Inuyasha was also desperate to save Kohaku and he was heartbroken when Naraku seemingly managed to kill him..

He also felt guilty when Kagura died after he promised he'd tried to get her heart back from Naraku! Kagura, an incarnation of Naraku and someone who almost killed him before!

People who don't like Inuyasha and label him as a "two-timer" who "just can't get over his ex" don't understand just how good-hearted Inuyasha is. Inuyasha is a protector, that's his thing. His inability to protect Kikyo from Naraku is probably his greatest failure, asking him to just "get over it" because he has a new girlfriend is insane to me.

Anyway, I also wanted to mention that what I personally love about the Jinenji arc is that Jinenji's affection for Kagome and the way Kagome gained his trust pretty much parallel Kagome's relationship with Inuyasha. I mean, this arc was all about Inuyasha realizing that being by Kagome's side is were he belongs, and that he’s loved and accepted as a hanyo (something he never felt while being with Kikyo).

Kagome tried to befriend Jinenji and stood by him when he was called a monster, just like she did with Inuyasha:

Kagome asked Jinenji questions about himself and cared about what he wants to do, just like she did with Inuyasha: 

For both Jinenji and Inuyasha, Kagome was the first person to shed tears for them other than their mothers:

Jinenji experiencing warmth in his heart for the first time is very reminiscent of Inuyasha feeling relieved and content for the first time because of Kagome’s smile:

Like I said, those are not comparisons that can be made with how Kikyo treated Inuyasha, as she never really tried to learn more about him to understand what he truly needed and wanted. She never defended him against bigots who judged him, instead she thought changing him to fit human society would be easier. Inuyasha felt “like he did something wrong” at the sight of Kikyo’s sad face, he never felt happiness like he feels with Kagome and like Jinenji feels with her as well. 

So those are my thoughts on the Jinenji arc and how it parallels Inuyasha's feelings for Kagome!

[marinerainbow]

Not enough people talk about this unit of a woman, so here are my

~Dolores Headcannons~

(Honestly, these are more like things I noticed about her in the movie. Though I did try to add my headcanons too)

I mentioned it in my WFRR Monster AU post, but I'm gonna mention it again. As the picture shows, Dolores seemed to be a part of Valient and Valient. Why her name isn't mentioned, I'm not entirely sure. My guess as to why she's not in the office with Eddie, is that after Teddy's death, it was hard for him to find work for various reasons. So she branched off to work at the bar in an attempt to keep the business afloat. But she's still more than ready to jump in and help with any case Eddie has. After all, stuffing olives for a living ain't for her anyway.

Dolores was more of an informant for the Valients. In the film, Eddie asks her specifically to check the probate instead of checking himself. It could have easily been just to save time or something, but I think it's the former.

She has a temper, as we see in the film. Though unlike Eddie, who can carry anger with him the whole conversation, Dolores seems to just need to vent in a small outburst, before she's able to forgive and/or think rationally. Like when she caught Jessica and Eddie; she snapped at Eddie once, a bit of sarcasm, but she didn't leave him and seemed to realize right away that Eddie wouldn't do that to her. And when Roger was causing a ruckus in the rotgut room, she snapped a little "What'd you have!? A change of heart?" Before she started to ask questions and offered help.

Since she was an informant, she didn't have as much on-hand experience with toons as Eddie does. Of course, she knew that their antics can be dangerous, especially after Teddy's death. Though, unlike Eddie, she doesn't entirely know what they're capable of. It's part of the reason she stayed standing and watching after Eddie ducked when he gave Roger the drink in the bar.

She has at least two outfits that have flowers incorporated in them in some way. I think she likes flowers, even if it's just a little ^^ (and yes, Eddie gets her flowers whenever he can)

Part of the reason the trip to Catalina was so special to them was that it was the first vacation they all were able to take after their toon investigation business opened; the first big reward they paid for with their new business.

Dolores and Eddie first met while he and Teddy were in the police academy. I'm not entirely sure how exactly they met, but I like to think that once Eddie saw her wit and strength, he knew right then and there he wanted to ask her out.

That was also how she got to be a part of the business. It wasn't just because she was his gal, Eddie could tell that Dolores was smart, could hold her own, and be a valuable member of the team. Teddy was a bit reluctant because he was worried about her getting hurt, but ultimately agreed and couldn't have been happier with the choice.

Speaking of Teddy; he and Dolores had a great friendship, even before she started dating his brother. Maybe he was the one that set them up?

Dolores and Eddie actually did have plans to get married before. However, Teddy's death put those plans on hold, and with Eddie's depression and their struggle to stay afloat, it was silently agreed that things becoming official would be put off indefinitely. As such, some of Dolores' customers- usually the ones who aren't regulars- have flirted with her and tried to ask her out. Some, even after they find out she's with Eddie, try to convince her that he's no good for her or something. Though she's turned them all down.

After the events of the movie, she and Jessica get closer and become friends after realizing how much they had in common. It did take Dolores a while to trust Jessica after what she saw in the office, though ultimately their both able to move past it.

I hope you guys like these! Any questions you have, I'll be more than happy to answer ^^

[silentmoonlightgoddess]

My sister is a counselling psychologist, she has known me my entire life and she knows the magnitude of fucked up my mind is, at least, what I tell her, and I tell her more than I tell most people. So when she told me that some people are born depressed, in the sense that some people genetically are more inclined to develop depression, I believed her, however baffling it sounded. Of course, the ever critical crow that I am, I looked it up myself instead of taking it at face value. And it made me wonder, have I always been depressed? Or was my sullen personality throughout childhood just that, a personality and not a pathology?

Perhaps it made me more susceptible to developing depression, a combination of Emotional Abuse and Neglect may have very realistically led to the person I am today, with all these issues that have festered over the duration of my existence, exacerbated into the myriad of mental health issues that I've failed to acquire treatment for, but there isn't a singular moment I can think back on and confidently claim that I was truly happy or content.

If I was a wix in the Harry Potter universe, I would have never been a able to successfully cast a patronus charm, corporeal or non- corporeal. That speaks to great lengths of the supposed "evil" characters in the HP universe, powerful witches and wizards, death eaters and by default, Slytherins, as people who cannot cast a patronus. Obviously there are exceptions to this rule- Severus Snape being one such Syltherin to master the charm, but what of those that cannot? I do not deny that there is a copious amount of darkness and "evil" tendencies and behaviours and thoughts displayed by the Death Eaters portrayed in the books and movies, even fanwork for this universe, I myself would easily fit into the category of a dark wix. I do worry that despite everything, deep down inside, I am evil. But there is the saying that people aren't born evil.

Monsters aren't born, they are made, crafted carefully through a lifetime of hurt and anger, hatred and abuse. I know exactly what made me who I am today, I know exactly how many people contributed to the evil that lurks within me, and yes, I am what people would classify as a dark person, slotting perfectly into the mould of a Slytherin.

But what does that say about the HP universe? That all Slytherins are evil? Or does it say that all Slytherins are victims of something traumatising or the sum of many traumatising events and experiences that literal children go through to reach the age of 11 and immediately be classified as "evil", does putting us in that box help the others keep an eye on us and see it as a brand marking us as a cautionary tale or is the box there to give us support and acceptance amongst people like ourselves, a support group for traumatised children, if you will?

I like being a Slytherin, despite everything else, because when you get labelled with something so glaringly obvious, openly marked as a hazardous person, people think twice before trying to mess with you, but being a Slytherin is a double edged sword, it goes both ways, it keeps people away, yet hurts you, because you get isolated and demonised when you're so young, and despite everything you've already been through, you get pushed further into a dark world surrounded by dark people, and while they may stand with you against the rest of the world (read: the other three houses) there is brutal vicious battle within that box we lock ourselves in and have been locked into.

You can trust no one with your secrets and are constantly on edge. You are constantly at war with everyone simultaneously.

How then, do people expect the Slytherins to thrive in a healthy environment when they've been living their entire lives in a toxic minefield doing their best to simply survive?

People can get help and get better, break free of the brand of a Slytherin if they work hard enough, but when you're cornered and in danger, a snake that may have been harmless will strike with intent to kill to survive. Do we label this as self defense of do we call the snake a murderer?

No creature is dangerous unless threatened, the same goes for people. Does protecting oneself the only way we know how make us evil? Or is that just a classification for people who have trauma because we aren't allowed to lash out?

Are Slytherins just inherently evil, dark witches and wizards and wix in the making, or are they proof of generational trauma and victims of societal scrutiny?

I'd like to say I knew the answer to this, but truly, I don't.

All I know is that the very motto of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is quite literally, canonically, "Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus", which translates to "Never tickle a sleeping dragon" and if you ask me, that explains Slytherin in a nutshell, and yet, so many people just don't get it.

[jayedshifter]

Hello! We're looking to adopt a few little bitties! If it's alright with you, We'd like if you chose for us, We'll take the bitties you recommend happily! Thank you so much! - Crim

ooooo!!! I would be so happy to try and do a recommendation for you! Though I don’t know too much about your bitties- I’ll try my best to get you a good match!

I think I only know of 7-8 Bitties if I remember correctly of what you have, a rescued Omega(?) being one of them,

I haven’t gotten to know your other bitties too much so I’m working with what I know so far! :D

From what I have seen you have a Swap!Sans (Unsure of Fannon or Cannon)

Fell!Sans

Horror!Sans

your Posttale!Flowey

PostTale!Sans

Rescue Omega Dove

and

Baby Dandilioness

Elimination Round - I Don’t really recommend them- if you don’t want any of my suggestions then I highly advise not getting these bitties if you want to look for yourself! However this is still up to you if you feel you can handle them then I strongly encourage you to try a test run ^^

❌My Pretty Kitty Bitty line is all high maintenance and would put some strain and stress on you, they are also prone to depression and depressive episodes and do better in more affectionate households because they need constant support and reassurance- I would not recommend getting one unless you are willing to commit to them

❌Charmsters Tend to collect weapons and bad things and antagonize other bitties and can be stubborn without an Iceber

❌Iceburs are defensive and untrusting and you will have to take a long amount of time and effort before they ever consider trusting or listening to you

❌Glossers Extreamly bossy and clean freaks

❌Clearboos Extremely high maintenance and clean freaks and become easily depressed without a spotless environment (absolutely no mess or messy items will be tolerated, including makeup, hair, powders and such things)

❌Since you have a rescue I cannot recommend my SugarBob or ‘Candy Killer’ because they tend to cause problems and rile up emotions even with their tendency to be able to ‘sense’ and ‘feel’ emotions and intent more easily then most, they can be quiet independent and sassy but they also melt and get sticky and make other bitties want to eat or fight them (this may not be good with a growing Dandilioness knowing the AlphaTale line which she has from what I can tell almost all of her Bitties have a ‘Cannibal’ trait)

❌Rice and Bouse pair are nippy and territorial not very good for your Posttale Sans to deal with at all especially since they may be intimidated by him and therefore defensive

❌ Shri are loud and vocal and may disturb your other bitties a lot, especially sensitive ones like your Horror bitty type which I find to be sensitive to sound(this is not true with every Horror though and you know your bitty better then I do), Dove and your new Baby Bitty will also be awoken with you a lot in the night since that is when they are most vocal and may deteriorate recovery of your dove by draining their mental health with the lack of sleep

Now that I’ve gotten that out of the Way here are any recommendations! ✅Snowflake Bitties are easy and quick to adjust to a new environment! They love new things and like to explore and would easily settle in! They might need a bit to adjust to your Fell/Edgy bitty but I haven’t a doubt that they would do well with you!

✅Lopy Is a lower energy Bitty that is great with young bitties and children and will be happy to help around! Because you have a baby bitty in your home they will not experience any heats until the Bitty has matured fully, they can be a bit finicky and sensitive when it comes to hotter temperatures but they are a sweet and caring companion that will adjust well to others!

⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING- Please take note of scents to avoid allergic reactions ⚠️⚠️⚠️

✅Fluffsters are extremely softhearted, loving, and affectionate! They are a bit more used to Fell types due to the several types within my shop so they should do okay with your edgy, they will still get sad but not too upset, they can be sensitive but since you seem to be a bit experienced with more delicate types I think they could be a good friend for your Dove ^^

✅ButterBoos are a lot larger then most bitties but they are extremely kind and patient and will listen and help where they can, they adjust easily and tend to nurture other bitties without being asked to, however if you do something they absolutely don’t agree with such as harm another person on purpose without reason they will start to distrust you

✅Cloudys are a very laid back bitty that enjoy mornings and sunrises, they are very peaceful and enjoy quiet times with others

✅Slimester are very parental and kind! They enjoy the company of others and do well in large households especially those with young children! And they tend to be friendly when meeting new bitties

✅Wiggles are a very high energy Bitty and seeing you have a swap made me immediately think of this bitty, they are a high energy type and will help to burn off your swaps energy, they are sweet kind and helpful and love making new friends and companions! They also encourage self care and health and help people through rough patches within their lives ^^

I do hope that they fit well with you and your household ^^ you do not have to adopt all of them it is quiet a large group after all but if you do I can guarantee a lot of love and chaos

[blossoming-sun]

Smh why are there so many AUs focusing on Sheriff but none on the other characters? Now I have to make AUs for all of them.

Mutant Shooter AU (hear me out hear me out)

So basically I was watching the earlier episodes and realised that… Shooter is really not smart. He doesn’t even know what a dictionary is (edit: he calls it a “thing made of paper”, does he even know what a book is?)… which annoyed and confused me so much that I decided to make an entire AU based off it. You are welcome. 

Order of stuff: Storyline, design + powers for shooter, bonus notes, stuff that changes

So basically straight after the great fart, there were still a lot of people left, and most of them were kind to each other and formed little survivor camps. Mutant Shooter was wandering around, saw some humans and was fascinated by them. He loved watching them work together and be intelligent and stuff, and was particularly fascinated by their technology. He found an old gaming console one day and became obsessed. After seeing how great humans were compared to mutants, he decided to become one. But he didn’t really know how to be human. He had no idea how to do most of the things he saw humans in survivor camps do. He wanted to ask them, but even when he was disguised, they chased him away. One day, he saw a human (Sheriff) being chased by a horde of toothys. He drove them off and made a deal with Sheriff: He taught Shooter how to become human, and Shooter would protect him while he stole things. Sheriff was hesitant to trust a mutant especially after everything that had happened, but got used to Shooter after a while. Shooter wasn’t like the mindless beasts that “killed” his brother, so Sheriff was able to trust him more easily. Everything was going great for about 6-8 months, until the day Sheriff stole the morphonite. Shooter couldn’t control how compelled he was to just have it, and insisted on being the only one allowed to touch it. Sheriff was confused, but was like “sure whatever idc”. And then Vegan and BP showed up and demanded the morphonite. Sheriff and Shooter both refused. So they had a massive fight, but while they were doing that, a horde of toxic eyes appeared and they were forced to work together to defeat them. In the fight, Vegan sneakily stole the morphonite and ran away with BP. Shooter was really really mad. Sheriff was also mad. So they chased after Vegan and BP and arrived just in time to see Dr White be transformed into a human. Shooter got really really excited by this  and wanted to know how they did it. Dr White explained the antidote to them but left out the fact that it only worked for colossuses. Shooter wanted to join La Resistance to become human (he didn’t tell the others this, he just seemed really excited to join). Sheriff just wanted to continue stealing things with Shooter, but was practically forced to join thanks to Shooters nagging/ begging. 

And Panic Island happens and Wart is like “WHY ARE YOU ON THE HUMANS SIDE ISTG” and then boom- exposed and Vegan and BP are not happy about this and Sheriff is just so casual about it (and enjoys provoking their reactions) 

Also oh boy, things are not gonna go well when Shooter discovers that the antidote won’t work for him…

Everybody felt too guilty about his excitement to become human to tell him that it wasn’t possible, and he didn’t find out until Sheriff finally took him aside (some point between episode 36-37) and was like “I just wanted to make sure you knew” he did not take it very well, and was kinda depressed for days after. Then Vegan gave him a speech about how humanity is about your actions and stuff, and although he didn’t really understand it, it did make him feel better

Shooter design:

He has scales all over his body (like an alligator) that are mostly blue, with yellow and black patches (like his shirt in human form) He has spikes along his back and on his elbows and the back of his thighs, and is semi-humanoid? He also has horns, and a tail that looks like an electrical cord (Do not try to plug it in. Sheriff tried this, and it did not end well.) and I’m just gonna draw him because this is too hard to explain

Powers:

Creating complex illusions, but it’s limited (he can make himself look like other species, but hasn’t quite mastered anything other than humans yet. When he looks like a human, he will feel like a human and be practically indistinguishable from a human. He can also become invisible (like tongueX)

Yeah no that’s his only ability lol

Bonus notes:

Shooter can read, but at a very basic level

He doesn’t know what a lot of things are and will make up words to describe things

Shooter can’t do math. This has never impacted him at all because this is the apocalypse and you don’t need to know maths in the apocalypse

Sheriff is very protective of him and sees him like a younger brother (Uses him to cope with Ryan dying)

He is a child, but because he was so immature in canon to begin with there isn’t that much of a difference

BP trusts him a bit, Vegan barely trusts him (but warms up to him over time), and Valley thinks he is an adorable lil baby 

He likes to sing, and it’s very adorable. Sheriff finds his singing hilarious but has to force himself not to laugh so he doesn’t hurt Shooters feelings

Shooter can attack things by brute force, but prefers to use guns because they’re way cooler

Stuff that changes:

Sheriff is not part mutant

Brutux never joins La Resistance, and neither do Apocalipsis Samurai and Katani

Brutus would probably appear as a minor antagonist at some point, because he is literally a mafia boss theatre kid and he would make such a good antagonist

Sheriff is not the leader of La Resistance. He was really unhelpful and unenthusiastic about the whole thing, and was an asshole to everyone but shooter until episode 29, when Vegan saved him. Although he is a better person now, Vegan and BP are still kinda salty towards him

Shooter does not have any romance with vegan or Valley, because as I said before, he’s a child

[erigold13261]

The NSpidR AU has a lot of emphasis on Community and Loneliness and I love it as a central theme so imma rant about it here: (NSR also puts emphasis on community and how artists can benefit or be harmed by it)

Community is what makes Miles so strong. He has a caring family (his mom, dad and uncle), and friends from the beginning. (Gwen and Ganke) This is his strength. This allows him to control his powers better, but also befriend people more easily. The community that Miles ends up making is what saves the Revolution in the end.

Hobie is also strengthened by the community they were in. They were alone, abandoned by their family, but they had Ex-Jay and Bunny. It was taught how to control its powers, and also how to organize a community (punk ideology in general). However, unlike Miles, Hobie is still not too keen on trusting adults for understandable reasons. It still needs to learn that some adults (Jonathan Ohnn being an example) can and should be trusted.

Gwen cut noteself off from the community note had, also justified since notes dad said some stupid stuff ("Did you lie to me?"). This made note very lonely and messed up, especially since leaving to Nueva York meant being cut off from Miles too. Gwen was fortunate enough to find a community that respected and supported her. Gwen learning to love noteself and notes buddies is what makes notes strong.

Miguel cut himself off from the community he had with Catherine and Rubato once Gabriella died, without asking for help. This made him think that solitude was the only answer, as repressing powers would probably leave many people lonely and messed up. (Yes he does have friends like Peter B and Jess but at what cost?) Miles ends up changing his mind, after seeing how happy/in control Jonathan was with his own powers.

I could go on about the other characters but I think what can be said is that all of them are able to be more in touch with their powers and happier due to the community they have. Loneliness is what makes them weak, true strength comes from the community. (EG: Noir was helped by Miles with the Rubik's Cube, and that made them have hope.)

(Meta: Peni in this AU looks more like kits ITSV counterpart, instead of being depressed like kits ATSV counterpart. This can be due to the fact that Peni wasn't alone (Noir, Hobie, Margo and Ham were all there for faer) for the whole year between ITSV and ATSV. Also due to the fact that Canon Event Number 2 never happened.)

(thanks for the AU, have a great day/night)

I honestly didn't even realize I was putting that much emphasis on community. At least not intentionally noticed it lol.

I'm really glad you like my AU and honestly love all the things you pointed out. I think it's just my love of found family or "blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb" that made me lean a lot more heavily into stories depicting community and helping each other out even if you aren't related.

Pretty sure I lean into lonliness because of my introvertedness, as well as my asexuality and aromantisism. I can't really connect with people IRL as easily as online, so I depict that in my stories (which also reinforces community over blood relations I suppose).

I also realize that I tend to make families a lot more dysfunctional, toxic, or something negative along those lines, probably because of my own family dynamics.

It's just really cool to see how much of myself or experiences I put into my writing without even realizing it until someone like you points it out to me.

All these points are also just super cool to read from someone else's perspective! Thanks for sending in this ask! I don't have much to add on to it since it was already really good.

The only thing I really got to say is that I was trying to make Peni a combination of ITSV and kits comic version. Peni was alone for a while before going to Nueva York, but because fae was able to still make those connections at a pretty young age, it helped a lot in staying happy and chipper.

[torunarigha]

hertha is officially relegated so you know what that means: reflection time! warning: long rambling thoughts ahead...

i found out about the relegation yesterday on the too long train ride home from one of the most fun trips i’ve ever been on. it’s hard to feel depressed when i spent the last week hiking in the alps. but now i’m getting sick, uni work is looming after vacation, and my team. is. relegated.

i wish i could say i was more sad. i wish i could say i haven’t expected this for the last months, years even. but i haven’t had a chance to watch the games that much this season, except when i was actually there. which was. to put it mildly: the best experience i’ve ever had watching a football game. i think being here has radically changed my perspective on the sport. and not because i was so wrong before but now i can experience football in a way i could not before being across the ocean. all the fans not in germany... this relegation means having to wake up 2 hours earlier to maybe find a stream because it’s not really televised. i know this seems insignificant compared to the more pressing problems of finances and keeping players in the team... but i wanted to bring it up because for me this relegation means it is EASIER for me to watch hertha. which is why this relegation actually has a sweet side for me.

i’m hoping for another hsv disasterclass for selfish reasons, because then i’ll have four (4!!) away games i can go to relatively easily. i can drag my other friends to hertha games when they’re in town. one of my friends is a rostock fan and i’ve already convinced him to go to a game together. i’m fucking hype for next season?!?!

but is that bad? does that make me a bad fan? i wouldn’t say i’m happy we’re relegated. but i’m not so sad. because now my favorite part of football is just going to the matches and having a ball (haha pun intended). to be fair... this magic of being here and watching live could wear off... and i haven’t had so much of a chance to watch football this season with uni, like i said before. i would definitely feel differently if i had been watching the last games instead of just looking at the ticker while working on stuff. so i that’s likely why i’m less emotionally devastated.

at the same time... fucking hell it’s been a horrible few years. i’m so tired of this mess. and i’ve felt in the past that a relegation might be good for us. because we’ve been hanging on by a thread and finally the worst has happened. maybe we can find ourselves in all this. i trust kai. i trust pál. maybe blindly. we have the best fans in the entire world, as finely exhibited by us breaking an attendance record in munich. liebe kennt keine liga. love knows no league.

i’m not sure how much i’ll be able to experience next season either. being a grad student is hard lmao. but i’ll have some away game experiences with new and old friends. and that’s all i really want out of hertha rn :’) (... and not to get relegated into a lower league due to financial stuff 😬 )

anyway... onto finally catching up with uni work, hoping i don’t get sick, getting through the next week........ hahohe love to you all