#burying this in the grave if I have to 🙏🙏

[cartoonguy08]

Guys I don’t know what type of news this is but I got ideas for Trucks n’ Vans

But with the BLU Team

And um….toxic yaoi—ANYONE UP FOR THIS OR NAH??

[aventurineswife]

Pls hear me out bcs this has been in my mind since FOREVER.

I have this idea of SAHSR with artist!reader 😖😖

Reader is a very talented artist that draws the characters and I like to imagine there's a whole museum filled with their arts of said characters

I like to think the paintings just spawn out of nowhere on the wall every few weeks lol

Maybe one day artist!reader has art block and no new paintings have been displayed, which makes everyone worry and confused until they started drawing their favorite character or something

"Artist note: Thank you for curing my art block, Sunday, I love you" and then 5 back to back portraits of him start appearing on the walls day by day LMAO

(If they see my drawings I'm burying myself in a grave🧍🏻‍♀️)

I'm lowkey new to your account, so I wanna be known as the 🤡 anon from now on if that's okay 😖 (Can't guarantee I'll drop by often)

NO BECAUSE THIS CONCEPT IS ACTUALLY SO PERFECT.

A self-aware HSR world where your art physically manifests into reality??? And not just that, but a whole ass museum dedicated to your work, where paintings of the characters just appear mysteriously on the walls every few weeks??? The way that would completely change how they view you is insane. 🙏😭

A grand, ethereal museum exists somewhere, where your artwork materializes on its own.

No one knows how or why it happens—only that every few weeks, new paintings appear, as if bestowed by fate itself.

The subjects of the paintings? The characters themselves. Their greatest moments. Their worst defeats. Their hidden smiles.

To the people of this world (aka the HSR verse), it’s a sacred place. A place that holds the true essence of their existence, captured by your divine hand.

Bronya, Gepard, and Argenti see it as a monument of unparalleled beauty. Your art is eternal proof of their existence.

Aventurine and Sampo act all casual about it ("Of course the great me would be featured!"), but internally, they memorize every single brushstroke you’ve painted of them.

Blade and Dan Heng? No thoughts, just ✨emotional damage✨. How do you capture their past so well? How do you see them so clearly?

Sunday and Black Swan analyze every single painting. Your art isn’t just art—it’s a glimpse into your thoughts, your emotions, your desires. And that knowledge is dangerous.

One day, the paintings stop appearing. No new portraits. No landscapes. Nothing. At first, they think it’s a test of patience. That you are simply waiting, watching. But then weeks pass. And the museum remains unchanged. Panic sets in. Did something happen? Did they offend you? Have you abandoned them? Some try to pray to you. Others try to seek out the museum’s secrets, searching for any clue as to why the paintings have stopped. Then, finally, after agonizing uncertainty, a new painting appears.

"Thank you for curing my art block, Sunday. I love you."

And with that, FIVE consecutive, highly detailed portraits of Sunday materialize on the walls, each one more extravagant than the last.

Sunday’s Reaction:

He doesn’t shut up about it for WEEKS.

Walks into the museum like it’s his own personal shrine now.

"Ah, yes. The Celestial Painter adores me. As expected."

He starts flexing it in front of the others. "Oh? No new paintings of you? Tragic. Can’t relate." (I love Sunday lmaoo)

Oh boy... If they ever find your sketchbook... I mean imagine!

The moment they find your personal sketchbook?

Yeah. No. You’re not living that one down.

Jing Yuan, Kafka, and Black Swan would be the first to pick apart every little detail in your sketches.

Himeko and Welt would be flattered but also deeply humbled. They know what it means to be immortalized in art.

March 7th would immediately take pictures and show them to everyone. "LOOK AT THIS CUTE ONE OF ME!!"

Blade and Dan Heng would absolutely implode. Seeing a soft, lovingly drawn version of themselves would wreck them emotionally.

Sunday? You already know. He frames your sketches of him. Personally.

You: "If they see my drawings, I’m burying myself in a grave."

Yeah, I'm gonna hold your hand for this one... You won’t need to. They are already worshipping you.

They revere your art because it is proof of their existence. They fear your silence because it means they’ve fallen from your favor. And when you return? They desperately seek your attention, your approval, your divine brushstrokes upon their forms.

You are not just an artist.

You are their creator, their storyteller, their muse.

And they will do anything to remain upon your canvas.

Sorry, this sounded a bit yandere now AHAHAHA...haha...ha...um... Yeah, BUG OUT!🏃‍♀️💨

Also, yes you can refer to that and don't worry!! 🫶

[muffinsin]

umm hi perhaps afab gender neutral reader x Donna, where she makes them work the day with a toy inside (maybe as a punishment or for fun idk)

(also i love your writing! it’s so good 🙏)

A rare Donna post, but a fun one! Have this little dom! Donna snippet👀😙 Hi there, hon! :) 👋 what a fun Donna prompt! I’m happy to hear you’re liking my work, thank you :)

Masterlists

The workshop rests silent, save for the faint creak of old, wooden floorboards and the quiet, barely-even-there methodical hum of the pink toy buried deep inside of you, certainly one of the most colorful things in the house, and the reason for your trembling knees and hitched breath.

It's buzzing gently and quietly now, set low- for the time being- but you know better than to think of that as mercy. Not with Donna, and certainly not after the way you mouthed off earlier, believing it wise to test her seemingly never ending patience.

Ah, but you did find there was an end to it, and she made sure to wipe the cocky little smile from you and dull the defiant spark in your eye.

Now, you reap the consequences of your earlier brattiness, sat on your knees on the cool, wooden floor in her workshop. Your hands tremble as you refold antique cloth and organize a variety of fabrics into specific boxes. It isn't difficult, and the work itself are certainly not the issue.

Instead, it's those damned vibrations making you shiver and gasp, and feeling her dark eye on you. You know she's watching you from behind you as she works. Silent. Dominating. Enjoying every pathetic little shiver down your spine you foolishly try to suppress. Your pussy clenches helplessly around the toy buried deep in you, squelching wetly with every little shift of your hips.

The toy pulses again, stronger, deeper. Your breath catches and before you know and can work on preventing it, a small, hot sound escapes you, slipping past your lips before you can think to stop it. You clutch the black cloth between your fingers, soft as velvet, tight, as though it might anchor you to the floor. Your pussy tenses up, squeezing the toy inside and making the vibrations all the more distracting.

You whimper softly, gasping as you hear your girlfriend chuckle lowly, quietly, below her breath.

"Still so loud...", she hums, not bothering to raise her tone. Her voice is dipped in honey- measured, steady, with her usual quiet edge that makes your stomach twist with desire tighter than the toy ever could. Although, it's certainly doing a good job making you all the more responsive to her...

"Did I not tell you to keep quiet, love?", she murmurs, not allowing the amusement she feels to flow into her voice. She sits behind you, watching you, watching every adorable little tremble of your body. Sometimes, you press your thighs together, which she finds adorable, as though it would stop the pleasure, as though it might help.

You clench your jaw, eyes squeezing shut as you try to steady your breathing. "I'm... trying...", you gasp out eventually, feeling the toy buzz a little sharper in you, now. It all feels so intense, your body covered in goosebumps and nipples hard as little rocks. You feel almost as on fire, and hearing her chuckle lowly, you almost feel desperate to crawl to her and cum. You know though, it would be a grave error on your part, as the stinging pink ache on your ass reminds you. Donna does not reward brats. Even a cute one like you.

"Trying", she echoes with a faint little trace of amusement woven into her words. "How noble, little brat"

You hear the quiet creak of her chair as she stands, shiver as you hear her move so quietly, it's nearly soundless. Every soft footstep is measures- gentle, deliberate, quiet- until she stands behind you, looking down at your trembling, naked form.

"Is this what you wanted?", she continues, her low voice cool. Your breath hitches as you feel her, her gloved, strong fingers trailing across the back of your trembling shoulder and down your spine, unhurried.

"You act out, you speak back, show you have no manners. You disobey...", she whispers. You jolt as the toy turns up a little more, buzzing wildly in your pussy and tearing a gasp from your lips every few seconds. She smirks. "...and now, you're here. Helpless. Stuffed full. Made to behave since you can't manage on your own". She pauses, and the hum spikes sharply, drawing another sound from you.

You gasp, hips jerking forward helplessly. You can only clutch the fabric tighter, your fingers curling weakly into the velvet.

"You're dripping over my fine floor, little brat...", she hums.

You whimper, feeling lightheaded with pleasure.

"Ah-ah."

Her hand wraps lightly around the back of your neck, firm- controlling. Her touch alone makes your thighs tremble, the toy inside you sending shockwaves through your core with every little pulse. "Careful", she warns quietly. "Don't ruin the fabric. I have use for it yet"

Your breath stutters. You just barely manage to get out a nod as you loosen your grip a little, your hands trembling as you set the fabric down and pick up the next to organize it. Your cheeks burn as she leans down closer, her hot breath tickling your ear and cheek.

"If only you handled your discipline as well as this task, my darling. Maybe, there's hope for you yet", she hums, chuckling lowly when the toy begins buzzing in a new, wilder rhythm. You try to move, to shift away from the pulse deep inside of you, but her hand on your neck tightens just slightly. Warning you. Telling you to be good, now. You can only whimper, your body flushed pink with warmth, your hands trembling and toes curling a little.

"Don't fidget", she warns. "You wanted attention, did you not? Now you'll have it on my terms"

You nod frantically, biting your lip hard. You're not sure what you're agreeing to, finding yourself easily getting lost in the pleasure. The vibration surges within you, a cruel, punishing rhythm that hits deep inside of you with cruel precision. Your arms shake a under you. Before you know it, you slump toward, gasping, hips twitching as you try to resist the orgasm rapidly rising within you- burning, aching. so good.

But Donna only steps around you, cool and pristine, her tone perfectly even as she sees you squirm and gasp, your pussy drooling onto her floors, your body trembling as you try desperately to obey.

"You will finish all of it, just like this. I want them folded, stacked, and organized. I want what needs filing filed. I expect order, focus, and control, brat".

You nod almost feverishly, her words almost enough to drive you over the edge. You're gasping helplessly, tears building at the corner of your eyes as you attempt to stay good. Still, you gasp wildly when she bends down slightly and tilts your chin up with two gloved fingers.

Her eye is unreadable, her expression cool. Still, her voice is razor-sharp and quiet, enough for you to squirm and whine softly.

"Is something the matter, brat?"

You try to speak, but can only slur out little words and pleas, begging for mercy, begging her to take pity on you, pleading for forgiveness for your earlier behavior. It only has her smirk. No, Donna's forgiveness is earned. And, unfortunately for you, you look far too cute trembling on your knees for her, far too easy for the dollmaker to handle, to play with, to wind up like one of her dolls.

Your knees ache, but you barely even notice it. She pulls from you, chuckling as she moves to sit in front of you instead. For a little while, you manage to work, manage to do as she wants. But soon you shake again, the cloth slipping from your grasp. You feel lightheaded with pleasure, certain you could come easily if she just pushed a single finger into you now. Maybe, it's just what she wants, to wind you up so much you cry around her when the time comes, to make you squeal out an apology for your own brattiness when she is ready to accept one.

You feel like one of her dolls, managed, watched, controlled so easily, made to obey. She watches you carefully, seated like a dark, mysterious queen behind a kingdom of broken dolls. Her fingers are laced, gently tapping as she watches you. Her dark eye is always on you, on your cute, flushed face, on your hard little nipples, on your trembling hands, on your twitching hips. When you move a little and have to bend over to get the next fabric from the bottom of the now nearly empty box, you flush as she sucks in a sharp breath, seeing your drooling, aching pussy on full display before you settle down again.

The toy pulses inside you ruthlessly, a relentless rhythm she changes up just often enough to ensure you can never quite get used to it. You feel as though it melts your muscles, dulling your mind. Each throb sends a wave of arousal through your core and right to your most sensitive spots. You can barely think straight, can barely still remember with stack is for the silks and which is for the lace.

You doubt she will help you, or forgive a mistake.

You make a sound, barely a whimper. A little plea. Your eyes dare meet her dark one, your voice so quiet and breathy as you beg; "D-Donna...ple...ease. Can I h-have a...a break...?"

The words slip out, your body shaking.

The dollmaker doesn't respond immediately.

For a moment, you almost think she won't, think she almost doesn't grant your pathetic plea an answer.

Then, slowly, she stands.

The heels of her shoes strike the floor in soft, steady beats. The closer she gets, the more your body seems to tremble, spine tightening, thighs trembling, heartbeat roaring in your ears.

When she stops in front of you, you nearly don't dare look up, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly shy. Again, though, the woman doesn't give you much of a choice.

"Look at me", she demands, her voice low, but autoritative. Your head jerks up immediately, your eyes wide as you look at her. Her expression is neutral, so impossible to read she might as well wear the veil. It only makes you squirm more, desperate.

"A break?", she echoes, tilting her head a little with a small smile that has you feel even more flustered than you already do. "You want rest now, sweetheart?"

Your heart jumps, missing a beat. You nod shakily, licking your lips, your hips twitching helplessly- for her.

She raises her gloved hand, your breath catching as she gently slides her fingers back beneath your chin. You feel her make you look up more, tilting your head back until you look up at her, your trembling body arched slightly, head fully tilted up to her as though worshipping her.

"So dramatic...", she coos, almost amused. "All that squirming, all that whining", she murmurs. "And you haven't even done half the work yet, sweet brat. Do you believe you have earned a break?", she coos.

You open your lips to apologize, but she's faster. Her fingers press in, higher, gliding past your lips. Two of them push inside, smooth, gloved, elegant. You gasp around them, your eyes wide as the taste of leather fills your mouth. She doesn't force them in deep, isn't rough with you. But she doesn't need to be. Her fingers curl ever so slightly against your warm tongue.

"Suck", she commands, simply.

The toy inside you surges at the command, cruel, too perfectly timed to be a coincidence, and your knees wobble helplessly. A breathy moan bubbles up in your throat, but you can't speak nor plea- not with her fingers there, not with the pleasure building up again so fast it nearly causes you to break.

You wrap your fingers around her properly, cheeks hollowing slightly as you suck them in deeper, choking on your own desperation and neediness. You're shivering, moaning around her fingers like they're something else, your eyes slipping shut and cheeks dusted bright pink. She watches you, unmoving, breathing slow and even.

"Good little thing", she whispers, pushing in deeper, slow and steady.

The fabric of her gloves drags across your warm tongue, slick with your split now. Her fingers press gently against the back of your throat, demanding your eyes to flutter open again to look at her when she speaks.

"You think a little brat gets to ask for breaks during their punishment?", she breathes. You moan lowly around her fingers, tongue caressing them. "You're not here to be comfortable, love", she hums. You moan again, eyes fluttering. You feel her press down a little more.

"You're here...", she continues, twisting her wrist just slightly, "to be used, brat"

You almost whine when she pulls her fingers out again, slow, dragging across your lips with a slick, wet pop!. She traces the wet glove along your cheek, almost playful, and you gasp as the toy hums a little sharper again, each short, rough pulse enough to make your legs twitch violently beneath you.

"You will take very minute of this and complete every task", she speaks, voice like velvet wrapping around iron. "And if I see you slack one more time, I will need to prolong your punishment"

You shiver as she glances at your unfinished work, smirking gently.

"Start folding. Properly, this time"

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

Forever

@loose1cannon Thank you so much for your request! I was so hyped with the Ace one, but I need to apologise because my angsty wired brain might have made a poo-poo. I'm so sorry if it's too sad! 😫 I promise that the other part of your request will be happy, okay?? I hope you still enjoy it! ❤️

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Forever

Word Count: 1270

Tags: fem!reader; angst, so much angst; NSFW; feelings; hurt; sorrow; grief; spoilers for what happens at Marineford; slightly NSFW

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: It has been a year since Marineford and you still can't cope with the loss.

Tag List: @rosidaze @beachaddict48 @armiliadawn @jintaka-hane @sprinkklz @baby5555 @hopelesslover06 @mars-mizuko @sleepykittycx @nerium-lil (guys if you only want to be tagged for specific characters, please send me a message! I don't want to bother you with excessive tagging!!🙏)

|Masterlist|

Rain poured down from the skies mirroring your inner turmoil exactly. The steady downpour cast a sort of halo over your figure. It felt like a shroud. The site was eerily quiet aside from the sounds of the heavy drops crashing against the stone graves. 

And for the thrumming of your heart. 

An unsteady rhythm beating out of sync, skipping a beat now and then, as if it were missing something to make it whole. And it was.

Ace.

One year had passed since he left you, or since you lost him. Honestly, it felt like the world itself had lost him, since he belonged to everyone. He was life itself. And without him, there was only demise. 

“Did you miss me, baby?” His tongue swiped against yours in desperation while his scalding hands roamed your clothed body. “I missed you so much. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. All day, every day.”

Ace was always so eager for you that his touch singed your clothes, leaving small burn marks on the hem of your shirts or on your jeans. It used to piss you off. You’d scold him saying you didn’t have berries lying around just to buy new clothes and that he should be more careful. He laughed it off, or kissed it off, murmuring that he could buy or steal all the clothes you wanted, or better yet, you could just walk naked.

A sob clawed its way up your throat and scratched it, yearning to get out, needing to be free, but you clamped it down and pushed it back into your insides to fester and rot like all the other feelings of grief, sorrow and despair. 

No more crying. No more sadness. Ace wouldn’t want that. Ace loved your laugh.

“Laugh for me, Sunbeam!” You were both lying on his bed, sheets tangled on naked limbs and sweaty bodies, heaving from exhaustion and pleasure. 

“No. I’m mad at you.” But you weren’t, you were just downcast.

“It’s just a month. I’ll be back before you know it.”

No, no. You can’t go there, this one is too painful. If only you insisted, if only you had pushed further. He wouldn’t have gone after Blackbeard and he would still be here with you. 

Your knees hit the muddied floor with a soft thud as your hands clutched your chest. Slim fingers crumpled the drenched fabric as your breath left your lips in shallow, ragged heaves. “You weren’t supposed to leave me, Ace! Not like this!”

Your arms circled your torso in the only hug you allowed yourself these days: your own. It was nowhere near enough, but then again, there would never be another hug like Ace’s. 

It was crushing, bone-breaking, suffocating. It was home. 

“Ace!”

“I’m back, baby. Missed me, Sunbeam?” With a little jump you were straddling his lap, legs wrapped securely around his waist as his hands rested on your ass. Your mouth devoured him while your fingers tangled in his unkempt greasy hair. “I guess that’s a yes.” 

That smirk. Those freckles. The mischievous glint in his eyes. 

Gone. All gone. Buried in front of you, six feet under and beneath layers of cold, unforgiving dirt. 

Alongside your heart.

You tried to stifle your moans against the pillow, but he would have none of that. Stopping that sinful lapping of his tongue and removing his fingers from inside you, he lifted himself onto his knees and threw the pillow to the other side of the cabin. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

“Ace!” You whisper with a groan of frustration. You were just about to unravel when he left you feeling empty.

“Yes, sweetheart, just like that.” He aligned his leaking tip with your wet entrance and teased, pulling a little mewl from your lips. “But way louder.”

And you did what he told you to.

Was that the last time?

There’s no stopping the tears. You tried, you really did. But they were relentless. You have a million memories from the past and a million and one memories of Ace. You can’t afford to lose any of them.

"God, Ace, why?” The clenching in your chest expands and swells, taking up all the space inside. Filling you like a balloon and you feel ready to pop. How are you supposed to survive without him? One year was already hell, how can you survive another one?

And another one…

And another one…

“Smile, Sunbeam!”

“You’re shining, love!”

“Ah, that laugh right there, I could die a happy man.”

“You make me feel worthy.”

“I can’t live without you, baby.”

“Don’t ever leave me. I wouldn’t make it.”

You didn’t leave him. You kept your promise. He was the one who left. And now how are you supposed to move on with your life as if what made you live wasn’t ripped apart from you? How is a sunbeam supposed to shine when there is no reflective surface?

How can you be light, when all you feel is darkness?

“Ace… This was never supposed to be easy, but I didn’t expect it to break me…"

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you.”

“You’re my life.”

“My happy, little Sunbeam.”

“My love.”

Getting up on wobbly legs you took another two steps forward. Your tears mixed with the rain, salt and water. Pain and grief. Hurt and sorrow. Reaching with trembling, frail fingers, you grabbed the remnants of Ace’s hat. It was torn and tattered, the beads were barely hanging on, but it was still there.

A desperate wail left your lips as you fell back down, your legs no longer supporting the weight of your misery. This time, you let the sobs climb all the way out. And you cried as you had never cried before. Sobs, hiccups and ragged breaths mingled with the sound of approaching thunder.

But none of that compared to the tempest inside. It roared, raged and crashed, drowning you in its violence, dragging you to the pits of sorrow and darkness and you had no idea how to climb out of there anymore. Not without him. 

But then there was a sudden calmness. A break amidst the most violent of storms and then the echo of a whisper, soft and unmistakable. 

“You’ll be okay, Sunbeam.”

Ace’s voice. A gentle murmur in your soul. Perhaps a conjured thought your troubled mind had made up, but you’d take it.

You clutched his worn-out hat against your chest, wishing there was still a lingering scent of him anywhere, but he had disappeared so long ago. The rain slowed down and was now just a gentle pitter-patter against the leaves and the graves. 

A sunbeam peeked from behind a dark cloud and landed on your lap, near Ace’s hat and for the first time in a year you felt a sliver of hope on the horizon. You didn’t have Ace anymore, but your love for him would never fade or wane.

Your memories together would still be a part of you.

You would carry him inside you and remember him in those missing, uneven beats of your heart. 

Maybe… just maybe, that would be enough to carry you through. 

“I’ll be okay, love.” You forced a laugh. A bright smile like the ones he used to love. “For you, Ace. I’ll fight for you.”

The sunbeam on your lap flickered, faded behind a cloud and reappeared on Ace’s grave. Hope filled you and took back some of the space that grief and sorrow had claimed as territory. You’d learn to shine again, someday…

For him. 

For Ace.

For your love.

[ask-the-druggieverse]

Dreams the only sane one thank god 🙏🙏 everyone slaying tho

Anyway- Where/how is Cross doin 👀

- ALT - BILL: HA! HA! HA! BILL: He's doing bury nice! BILL: Don't worry about him at all! BILL: He's having a grave time with his AU!!

- IDK - Two things, for those who figured it out (not saying what happened, you must think!!!), I planned this WAYYY before Jakei made her trans-coded cross announcement and I felt super bad about it considering what happens. And the other thing is I decided to use that announcement to research some sad stuff about what trans, enby, agender, etc people go through in other places besides my own (my town is sorta safe for non cis people) and decided to implement those onto this AU Cross (my other AU SOPV, Cross is living his best life)

For future TW's when we get to Cross/The past: Body(Or gender Or Identity) Dysphoria, Abuse of drugs(I mean... who isn't in this blog?), and Bill(Also, someone just asked about Bill and hoo boy.... Bill is NOT a nice person in this AU(i will go more in depth on that ask than in my pinned) (I mean, sense when was Bill ever nice?))

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[juchily]

Yellowjackets S3 Ep2 thoughts

spoilers below ⚠️

I'm laughing my fucking ass off, Mari's scared for her life screaming like an NPC and Ben is talking like a coach again... Honestly this has convinced me maybe Ben didn't set the fire (although before now I also have liked the theory other Tai did it, this just solidifies it a bit for me)

The switch from Ben yelling push to Mari and Shauna digging up her dead baby to hold him... Oh I'm crying. HE WASNT THERE WHEN SHE NEEDED TO BE TOLD TO PUSH AND NOW HES THERE TO TELL MARI! AGGH

Shauna burying her baby in a different place, rejecting the miracle and occult ideas of the wilderness the other girls have come to welcome

Misty the simp of all time

Taivan going to but "not going with them" lol they know Misty's just going to be trying to get comfy with Nat the whole time

Van's arms, that's it

Lottie's being problematic about inducing drug psychosis... Who would have guessed

Shauna actually saying something good about her family for once. Damn who knew all it took was for your kid to commit assault for you to start actually loving them

SIX WEEKS, HOW THE HELL IS LOTTIE OUT TF, I can't complain I guess

Lottie they were cruel af for calling psych on you (it's logical but coming from the YELLOWJACKETS it's just hypocritical) but those crocodile tears... The definition of grown ass puppy eyes. She sniffles!

Callie already ride and die for Lottie... Did she forget she SHOT her... Oh wait, I forgot that's literally Callie's dad obv she's ride or die 🤗

Jeff checking to make sure Lottie leaves to the porch before speaking his mind HAH

Van's got some PIPES, Taivan freaky once again everyone 👏

Walter and Misty are so simp4simp except Walter is the one person Misty won't simp for... She's digging her nose into that jacket and springing to attention AS SOON as Shauna calls... Walter can't believe this girl

wtf is up with Walter in that scene where Misty is talking to him. Dude looks like he's grieving, in depression, and scheming all at once I don't even know

Oh yeah Crystal, they didn't have a grave for her either (or mention her) on top of Laura Lee last episode (and before you talk about that theory that she doesn't exist, I'm pretty sure that's easily ruled out as not being possible)

Nat does not wanna talk to Misty... And she sure as hell is trying hard to hate Ben/look like she hates Ben... My Nat and Coach Ben friendship... I'm mourning

Callie's more afraid of Misty than Lottie (valid??) but this is hilarious she's immediately freaked out the contrast is insane

Nat sees the trap (Ben's) and tries to hide it, so obviously she doesn't actually want the girls to know/think he's alive, im wondering if she's found his traps before or not. Maybe she hasn't and that's another reason she gets super surprised

Anyways more Mistynat 😭😭😭 Nat's horrible at lying...

HOLY FUCK VAN'S ARMS 🙇🙇🙇

Wtf are lottie and Travis doing... Lottie stop feeding his psychosis baby 🙏

Lottie is sooo insane this season

Misty is absolutely failing at babysitting Lottie and Callie. Callie wants to get them drunk enough to talk sooo bad. Lottie IS the father

Mari and Ben team up?

Uh I just ate my words.

Anyways

A NOOSE??? Mari is not having a fun time, damn... She's catching Ls left and right

Now who was that in the bathroom???

These start up bros are super weird... And Shauna's catching them on their shit

They have ducks and bunnies 😵‍💫 absolute art

His name is Mortimer? His name is Mortimer!

Oh Travis deserves so much better my baby ❤️❤️

LOTTIE DONT, he needs a wilderness restraining order on her fr...

Why does Lottie make Travis the test dummy for this "communication"?? I'm interested because she isn't acting like this to any of the others, not even Nat (who sort of has the blessing of the wilderness)

Oh well Akilah is NOT safe now...

I KNEW IT! MISTY'S PLAYING THE CARDS IN HER FAVOUR TO GET ATTENTION. Shauna still doesn't like her though lol

Oh my Lord forget the Caligula dance number they FILMED THIS for a tv segment for the TV show...

Question is, what did Lottie spill to Callie while Misty was out cold?

Callie braiding Lotties hair <3

Misty just wants to have toxic one-sided codependent friendships Walter, what's so wrong about that? 🙄

Well Ben might be a bit insane

Ooo who laid flowers at wilderness baby's new grave?

Oh, well Melissa with her stupid ass boy shorts and that pretty crop top, she's so pretty 😍 her poor hat's gone MIA though

I'm gay, Melissa's gay, Shauna's a girl kisser

Shaunahat has to be one of the most interesting things i have ever seen

Oh they're freaky alright WITH THE KNIFE AT THE NECK STILL

Ending thoughts:

Want more Laura Lee... obviously I'm a sucker for Jane Widdop I would love to see them back on the show for flashbacks, but overall just an acknowledgment of Laura Lee this season ❤️

Is Ben insane? Is he hallucinating or actually talking to someone and we just can't see/hear them?

Wtf is up with teen Lottie?

What is going to happen with Callie regarding the Yellowjackets and the Wilderness?

I'm still manifesting a pig blood orgy like those mean highschool girls 🤷

More Shaunahat honestly 😈 , would love to see more teen Taivan

I don't think Akilah is going to be safe anymore after this episode since Travis just put Lottie on her.

[glitterguts13]

Hi there! 👋 I had been reading all your Genshin mpreg requests and oneshots, and I noticed that whenever you write about Venti, you consistently point out that Venti has had a lot of kids in his lifetime, some alive, some stillborn. So I have a ton of questions about that, and was wondering if you could write a fic specifically about Venti and all of his babies (meaning the pregnancy/birth)? 🙏 I don't know if this would fit better as a shorter request that would talk briefly about each and every pregnancy/birth (much like the 'all Genshin guys' format that you write sometimes), or if it would be better as a oneshot so that it can be longer. But either way, we definitely need more Venti mpreg fics and I'm surprised at how few there are! We can chat if you need me to elaborate on anything. 😊

You're welcome to DM me if you wanna chat!! I'm just gonna do some various headcanon's ideas I have around Venti, because it's really not cohesive enough to write a long-form fic around-

TW: Talk of stillbirth and toxic coping methods. Nothing in-depth tho.

Free-spirited and laid back, Venti has always enjoyed indulging in the more earthen pleasures. Food, drink, sex. After all the war and bloodshed he'd witnessed, indulging in some of the more basic pleasures of life sounded heavenly.

Venti learns quickly though, his body doesn't react the same as others. Not like other humans, maybe not even like the other Archons, but life doesn't seem to grow inside him. For many years, Venti didn't think he could conceive. It simply never happened. Out of sight, out of mind, the parties continued, the drink flowed, and he took partner after partner to bed.

Nothing like the pure image of the statue built in his honor, but oh well, Venti feels as if he's owed some enjoyment. How many friends has he watched die?

The first pregnancy hits him like a bolt of lightning. By the time he pieces together that he's carrying a child, he's nearly seven months gone and in far too deep to do anything but accept it.

Which he does, happily in fact.

He vanishes from sight, taking shelter somewhere far away from his usual haunts and enjoying some peace and quiet. Delighting in his growing belly, delighted in the life he can feel moving inside him.

Everything seems perfect, until after nearly a full twenty-four hours of labor, Venti brings a stillborn child into the world. Guilt ravishes him, eating him from the inside out, reminding him that even with the war over, there was still blood on his hands.

He buries his child under one of the statues, returns to his old life, and pretends nothing happened. If he doesn't face it, it can't hurt him. No one really questioned where he was, most didn't even notice he was missing at all.

It happens again, nearly five years later.

Another stillborn, a daughter he buries alongside his son.

Again, and again, till he's convinced his womb is cursed and even the strongest of wine can't dull the pain. Yet, Venti can't seem to break the cycle, no matter how many times it happens, clinging to this impossible hope that maybe, his body could produce life.

Then, it does.

A son, small and weak, but very much alive. Venti can't believe it, the weight of his child heavy in his arms, but all that pain inside his heart vanishes in an instant. Finally, his broken body managed to bring life into this world.

But he knows he can't raise them.

Venti loves them too much to risk them being dragged into the endless cycle he's created and places them safely at the doorstep of the church. He watches from a distance as they grow, are adopted into a loving family, mature into a fine young knight, and eventually, pass from old age.

More stillborn children come.

Three daughters and 2 sons live out of the dozens he conceived over the centuries. All of whom he watches from the breeze, sheltering them from harm as best he can, and honoring their graves with fresh blossoms and a warm, summer wind.

[hanafubukki]

Sometimes I think about how Silver feels like he's betrayed Lilia and not his birth father. He hasn't betrayed him by being raised by the enemy, instead its betraying Lilia by being his enemy's birth son. He loves his dad so much QAQ Especially when you think about how Knight of Dawn would just be thankful to Lilia for taking care of his child QAQ

Help Anonie 🌺🌷💚

I want to assume that you are not an en server only, but if you are, then please skip this post because I’ll be talking about parts that are not released yet Anonie 🙏🌷

In part 5 of book 7, this was exactly the case with Silver. He thought he betrayed Lilia and Malleus because he was the son of the Knight of Dawn. 😭 Silver fell into darkness once he realized his connection.

But the ring flashes and guides him through this darkness by showing Silver moments he had forgotten or didn’t know about.

How he was found, who took care of him, the acorn bracelet, him running away, and many more scenes 😭 The guilt ate him. He even yelled at his baby self that he did not deserve to cry.

All of this because he loves Lilia and Malleus so much. Lilia who found him and raise him, Malleus who helped, and of course the guilt that Malleus doesn’t have his parents because of the Knight of Dawn.

That is until Sebek literally smacks (or tries lol) the truth into him. How he’s so loved and Lilia wouldn’t raise him with so much care and train him the way he did if he didn’t love him. We also find out that Lilia was calling to him to break free from the darkness.

Once Silver realizes this, he accepts that Lilia loves him. He’s determined to be a knight and bring back the smiles of Malleus and Lilia.

This is where Silver accepts that Lilia loves him. Might he have some residual guilt? Yes, I believe he might. But that’s where the talk is very important. So Silver can express these feelings he kept buried to Lilia properly and get his reassurance.

But majority wise? Silver knows he’s loved. He’s said it so himself 🥹💞 and you can see how determined he is, without hesitation, in the part 6. He’s not holding himself back anymore. There is no hesitation to his actions anymore and he’s moving forward more determined than ever. 🥹😭

Ahhh omg Anonie, you know the Knight of Dawn is grateful to Lilia for raising his son. The ring flashes every time Silver needs guidance, help, amplifies his magic, and helps him control his UM.

It was given to him by his parents who loved him. Who loves him even now beyond the grave. You know the Knight is grateful that Lilia woke up his son and raised him. He showed all those precious memories to Silver after all.

At the end? He even smiled that precious smile to Silver. The fond smile we know Silver for. It’s so sweet 😭💚 He’s happy his son is happy and that’s enough for him. Watch me cry endless tears. 😭😫

[a-tray-on-a-pan]

i live for your pirate England please tell us more 🙏🙏🙏

Thank you so much! I'm so glad people are actually interested! I don't have a full story laid out but I'll try to outline the general idea below. I really tried to make it concise but uhh… let’s just say I kinda failed at that. 

Many letters ahead. Proceed at your own risk!

The story is heavily inspired by the pirates of the Caribbean because I'm basic af, and partially by Black Sails (a very good show btw, highly recommend). The general idea is that there's a secret treasure that multiple factions are after. Kind of like the Spanish gold from the first PotC movie. I was imagining it would be Captain Kidd's treasure to add more realism (iirc it's the only more or less confirmed instance of pirate treasure being actually buried and left behind as pirates usually preferred to spend all their earnings immediately). Now, beside the gold and jewels there is also a chest that contains the Captain's heart (yes, Davie Jones, yes, I'm sooo original). The heart is cursed and whoever devours it (literally) shall bear the curse of immortality himself (not like the undead sea monsters in the PotC though, just... normal immortality).  

The factions in question include Arthur the captain, Francis the dishonored musketeer, and Antonio the Spanish privateer. Arthur and his men are only interested in the money, Francis wants the heart (for personal reasons: his lineage bears a curse, so every man in his family dies before the age of 40, or something of the sorts), and Antonio wants it all for his king.

Well, that's the general idea.

It all begins with a mutiny led by Arthur. Their previous captain, Gilbert (also known as the White Death), infamous for his bloodthirstiness and cruelty, even to his own men, was ejected from the ship and left to fend for himself, with Arthur becoming the new captain by popular vote. During the mutiny, both Arthur and Gilbert lose something very dear to them. For Arthur it’s his right eye, for Gilbert – aside from his dignity ofc, it’s a key. A key that he had always carried on his person up until that night. A key that is said to open any lock. The key to Captain Kidd’s chest. And it’s also the same key I often draw my pirate Arthur with.

Arthur’s crew plunder and steal as normal for a couple of years until they attack a French merchant ship and take Francis as prisoner (or rather, Francis flees that ship himself). Scared for his life, he tells Arthur he can take him to the legendary treasure left behind by Captain Kidd. Except it's a bold faced lie because Francis himself has no idea if that treasure even exists. What he does know, however, are the supposed whereabouts of Gilbert (insert a very strange story of how they happened to meet that I haven't come up with) who is rumored to have been amongst the crew on that very night when the treasure was buried. And Arthur takes Francis up on the offer and lets him join the crew (much to his own disdain). On their way, however, they’re captured by the Spanish. And oh the surprise! Would you look at that! It’s the same ship Arthur’s crew had plundered a few years ago, with Antonio as her quartermaster (or captain. I haven’t decided yet). Francis and Arthur are taken prisoner, but seeing as they have the resources (the key) and the information that Antonio needs, he keeps them alive and embarks on the journey to find Gilbert, the only man who (supposedly) knows the truth about the treasure. 

The rest is just your typical treasure hunt adventure movie I guess. I haven’t come up with any specific scenes except for the one where FrUK are being captured by Antonio (maybe i should write it out as a drabble or something??). I imagine the ending as some sort of a great battle for the treasure, where Arthur is gravely injured and Francis, who, mind you, has been living his entire life fearing death (and has even become a deserter and been accused of treason for this very reason rhyme not intended), force feeds him the heart… but Arthur still dies. :)))) (Will Turner sheds a tear)

Well, not really. There’s another part to the curse that everyone has conveniently forgotten about. Or rather, nobody knew about it to begin with. “He who devours the captain’s heart, shall bear the curse of immortality, but not before he dorms for fifty years.”  There’s probably a reason why 50 years exactly, and it is called plot convenience. 

So, the battle is over, Arthur is “saved” but also not really, Francis, as prophesied, dies a day before his 40th birthday (what a loser), and now, 50 years later, Arthur the undead is fished out of the ocean by a small fishing boat. Among the crew is a heavily aged Alfred, Arthur’s former crewmate. He recognizes him and (understandably) freaks the fuck out but everyone else thinks he’s just senile. Well, he’s not. It’s really him, and he’s really alive. The curse was real. And then 300 years later he’s working a corporate job, while still trying to break the curse (unsuccessfully). The end. /j I don’t have high hopes of someone actually making it this far but if you have, hope it was at least a tiny bit interesting. Share your pirate AU hcs below, subscribe to my channel, leave a like, and hit that notification bell so you don’t miss any of my videos. 

In all seriousness, thank you very much for reading this. Again, I hope I didn’t bore you to death haha. If anyone is interested I could write out brief descriptions of the main cast (although, there’s not much to add beyond what i’ve already written, except maybe about Gilbert). So, lmk if you want it! 

[small-sinclair]

Hiii🌙🌙Wanted to ask if you can write headcanons of Johnny Slaughter😖 🙏 of course you don't have to do it🤗⭐ it was just a question.. ☺️😶

I can do that. I don't mind!

Headcanons of Johnny Slaughter

tw: mentions of killings, blood

He is the biggest goofball you'll meet if he doesn't want to kill you. He has a lot of bad puns and jokes.

Just for the heck of it, he says something so out there and watches his family argue/fight. He'll stay quite for a moment with a shit eating grin and leave the madness.

Banned from touching the radio.

Banned from Cook's kitchen.

Banned from Sissy's room (don't ask what happened).

VERY knowledgeable about flowers and butterflies. He has a lot of books over butterflies.

Johnny does like to go to a certain house in town to visit an old woman that reminds him of his grandmother when she was alive. He'll sit with her on the front porch in the summers and listen to her stories even if she already told it. She lives by herself and her family doesn't visit her often, which makes both her and Johnny a bit sad.

I have an hc of him having a long scar on his back that stretches from his upper back and curves to the left side of his bode like a 'J'. He got it when he fell out of a tree.

This man knows how to play the fiddle.

Ask him about his bottle cap collection.

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I think he is a bit overprotective of Bubba. If a victim is making fun of him or taunting him, Johnny would not show mercy as they kill them.

HATES milk. He will never drink it.

He enjoys reading (tell no one).

Can't cook, but knows how to bake! Loves making muffins and cookies!

Johnny has a soft spot for dogs and cats. There's an orange cat that lives in the barn named Froggie; she's Johnny's cat.

He has another cat named Lucky; she's a turtle cat.

Johnny has a dog, too. A German Shepard named Cain.

I actually think he was once in love, but not with the girl he kidnapped (can't remember her name for the life of me). She and Johnny used to play by the watering hole before it dried out. When she got older, she had to move away. Before she did, she kissed Johnny goodbye, giving him his first kiss. He thinks about her from time to time, but shakes it away. If she really loved him, she would've came back and visited, but she hasn't.

Has kissed a guy before when he was drunk. May or may not had a make-out session behind the bar. (He enjoyed it?)

When he's not killing, he's working part time at the town's car shop. He's really good at it, too!

He actually loves kids and wants kids of his own one day, but he won't be able to stay around because of his way of life.

There's a family photo folded in his back pocket he keeps.

Whenever he as a dumb idea, he says it out loud, gets a look from Sissy and Nubbins, and they do it. All three of them share 1 brain cell when it comes to doing something dumb together.

He knows he's adopted, but he's okay with it... sometimes. He does think about what could've been from time to time, but he shakes it off. Nothing tastes sweeter than blood on his lips and Nancy's apple pie.

Johnny is touch starved.

There was this one kill that he remembers and thinks about a lot. It was with a girl about his age. Instead of running with her friends, she went to Johnny. He knew it was an easy kill, but he didn't expect that her last moments was giving him a hug and promising that everything will be okay. He didn't know why he held her close for a while and stayed with her until her last breath. His family ended up having her for dinner, but Johnny made sure he took her bones and charm necklace. He put her bones in a shoe box and buried her in the family grave. Sometimes, he wears the charm necklace and thinks of her, remembering her promise that everything was going to be okay.

[poptartcat]

I just saw your post abt Darry and Pony being the only ones living to 20 and I just had a thought...

Darry living the longest and having to bury everyone.

BRO THAT IS DEVASTATING

I love it so much :)

Darry mentally preparing himself to be the next loss in the family. Mentally preparing to see his brothers grieve for him. Mentally preparing for death coming his way next.

But it doesn’t.

It goes to everyone else and as the oldest, he has to bear that burden. But he doesn’t have brothers to stay strong for anymore, so he doesn’t.

Darry visiting them knowing if they’d been born anywhere else none of them would even look at each other’s grave until at least their 60’s. And it’d be his.

I love big brother Darry so much this is the kind of angst I need🙏🙏🙏

[grimalkinmessor]

oh, those were good points on how often L and Light even met for the Hanahaki to flare up. They met once in the exam hall (in Feb, I think? Or was it Jan?), and then five times or so over the course of April. Kudos to Light on learning how to operate on his lungs that quickly and actually doing it. He's in the wrong profession, should have gone for medical school.

*cough cough* tangents on Light's better career aside, I'm now picturing Light in the helicopter getting his memories back, Hanahaki flares up, and he's suddenly (okay, maybe not that suddenly. After Higuchi dies but still in helicopter. Unless there's a Hanahaki growth/degrowth?death?dry-up? rate? This is fiction, why am i even thinking about growth and death rates of imaginary love plants growing in *lungs*). Anyways. Light in helicopter. Sudden Hanahaki. He's coughing, and coughing, and something is stuck in his throat, he can't breath... Then he coughs up a flower. In the helicopter. Right in front of L. Pretty bloody flower too.

L's going to die, but hey, at least he got a blood stained flower from his enemy. Light doesn't even need to give it to him, L would snatch it right up.

I don't even have anything to add to this, it's perfect 🙏

Bury him with that singular bit of physical proof of Light's love for him 💕 Oh—or better yet if L starts collecting them too, however he can get his hands on them. "I'd like a nice bouquet for my funeral Light-kun, won't you put them on my grave?"

Light would be so pissed 😭😆

[farida-mourad]

I just have heard a podcast about the other side which means in Islam the barzakh "those we have buried are not actually dead they have entered the Barzakh البرزخ

a parallel existence where there are people right now

that are just as alive as you

sheikh told a story..

centuries ago there was a soldier that wandered in the desert near Kufa in Iraq and he was trying to find the city center and as he is wandering around looking for the city,he becomes across one of the most famous scholars of his time Ibrahim Ibn Adham رحمه الله

but he had no idea who he was so he goes up to him and asks him "Are you a slave?"

Ibrahim Ibn Adham رحمه الله says "yes"

he says أين العمران

which linguistically means where are the city dwellings? where is everyone at ?

so, Ibrahim said "follow me"

and then he takes him to a graveyard, and the man said i asked you to take me to the city dwellings

Ibrahim said " it's right here"

and he pointed to the graveyard again

so the man ends up striking him in the head and then dragging him to the actual city.. while the people come to him rushing saying

what are you doing that is Ibrahim Ibn Adham رحمه الله

he said but I asked him if he was a slave

as if that would've made his action okay ,so they said to Ibrahim oh our teacher why didn't you tell him who you are

he said well he asked me if I was a slave but he didn't say to whom

meaning انا عبد الله

they said well what did you say when he struck you?

he said i made dua for allah to give him jannah

they said why would you do that?

he said because i knew i would be rewarded because of him and I didn't want to be punished because of me ..

they said okay, but why did you take him to the graveyard in the first place he asked for al umraan

he said I've noticed that when people move to their graves , they settle there but no one ever comes back here from there ..

....

May God reward me with comfort and peace in the other side ya rap 🙏🤍🕊️

[octoberbirdsreading]

me thinking about how hard it is so organize and tag stuff on tumblr: god gives his toughest battles to his strongest warriors 🙏💫💯💪

On love of all kinds:

to be loved is to be known - love as understanding

come teach me a kinder way to say my own name - learning to love oneself

in another life - right person wrong time

the earth was made for lovers - nature intertwined with love

I was born knowing you - soulmates of all kinds

This is not a love story - toxic relationships

here is my hand that will not harm you - learning to trust

love lingers -

we accept the love we think we deserve - worthy of love

to love me is to suffer me -

I suffer in my loving and you know it - when loving hurts

on loss:

we used to be friends - stranger I know everything about

I miss you more than I remember you - on grief and it’s ghosts

this was always going to happen - doomed

someone has to leave first - leaving and being left

to think that we could stay the same - bittersweet separations

all things must pass -

On living:

Despite it all here I am - on survival

i never grew up it’s getting so old - nostalgia and melancholia

to live for the hope of it all - on hope

On home:

home is the first grave - never made it out of that house

the poison drips through - am I just like my parents

to haunt and be haunted - both the ghost and the house

I am the shape you made me - filth teaches filth

just not home - no going back

On the heart:

what will it take for me to be cared for too - longing for love

i don’t know why I can’t make people love me - not fitting in

can I dream for a few months more - chronic daydreamer

something is rotten inside me - the rot and the shame that comes with

always an angel never a god - never enough for anyone

all a ghost can do is haunt - ghosts of memories

i tried to be good - feeling unworthy

memories feel like weapons - old wounds ache

they see right through me - fear of being seen

everything i want so say I swallow - fear of judgment

you dangle on the leash of your own longing - you’re not the one holding the leash

god loves you but not enough to save you - religious guilt

when will I stop belonging to this hungry thing inside me - hunger

I don’t want what you have I want to be you - on envy

everything i had i gave - wanting to fit in

bury it before it buries me

a stranger I know everything about

[cutieeva]

Honestly Enzo should have more lesson about treating a girl cause wdym bro really think traumatize her would make her love him, who tf gave him those advices?💀🙏. And also wouldn't his parents be suspicious of reader when Enzo introduce her to his parents knowing what he did, or his friends saw her with him??? Thank you for your story ❤️

Yes I do agree he should have suffered more but the thing is (Y/N) didn't actually wanted to take revenge to make him suffer (I mean she did) but the real motive came from watching how after Enzo had his memory wiped, he laughed, made friends, stayed happy without any sadness in his life like it brew irritation and envy and hatred inside (Y/N) that how the ruiner of her life is so free, happy when she is forever in the trap of her nightmare past so she decided to not only to make him suffer but also to take his every little thing he loves even his own life which she did in the end and the real reason she played that happy marriage move for so many years was because the more you love a person the more it hurts to think that you were a monster to them (it's actually more about mental torture than physical like if she conflict him pain his scars might heal but this time she graved herself so deep in his bones that he will never forget but if he ever did that's why she took his life before he can forget her again with not even sparing the mercy to say "I did love you one time of my life" You know when a person feel mix of several negative emotions like guilt and disgust, hatred and so on for himself it's a recipe for disaster. She just wanted him to go though all the stages of emotions she had to all these years expect the love part (she never loved him)

Nah ! No one gave bro bad advice, it just hurt his ego to be rejected for the first time in his life, like his mindset is pretty much similar to "She rejected me ?" Similiar to a narcissist actually but after his memory was wiped off doctors help him developed positive traits after knowing from his parents about his past.

Actually as it was stated in the story Enzo came to visit him with flower of bouquet, his family only know that he bullied a girl to the point of hospitalized and they simply wanted to bury the secret to save their son as soon as possible that they didn't care to check or even see the victim so when they met her, they were totally unaware who this girl is. (Also killing their son is punishment for the parents too (Y/N) thought after seeing their loving relationship) It's a double edge sword move !

The friends, well, his high school friends were cut ties from him after he lost his memory and the new friends he made in university was also unaware the past between (Y/N) and Enzo so they never suspect anything.

Also your love for my stories means a lot 💕💕

[treecakes]

explanations!!

main character lost his his magic vision after getting licked on the face: this did happen! a youkai trapped him in a cave and licked his face to temporarily remove his power to see youkai

famous actor has passive aggressive conversation in front of his own billboard: he did do this! the conversation was with an old lady. who is his exorcist rival’s fucked up and evil secretary.

main character blows up his bedroom: he did this! it was by complete accident (he was exorcising a youkai)

main character’s talking cat breaks them out of the dungeons: this happened! main character got locked in pseudo-antagonist’s (but not really) basement dungeons. his cat did break him out.

famous actor’s pseudo-exorcist rival collects his merch: in my heart he does <3 this is just a common fan joke it didn’t actually happen. as far as we know.

man adopts goth girl persona because he “can no longer hide under tables”: this happened in a recent manga chapter! that was the explanation the character gave when he was asked. main character had no clue the guy even hid under tables it was a shitty explanation. surprisingly this is not played as a joke.

main character’s foster father doesn’t question him grinding up invisible plants on the train: this happened! he completely ignored the mortar and pestle and the invisible plants. he just complimented his painting on the bowls they just made together instead <3

anime decides that having more than one dream about your friend dying is gay: they explicitly changed the manga’s “i’ve been having nightmares” to “i had a nightmare.” in conjunction with other changes that reduce this same character’s emotions in regards to the main character.

main character watches a god die in episode two: he does watch a god die in episode two. rest in peace tsuyukami 🙏

main character’s talking cat partakes in grave robbing: this happens in the manga! he digs up the head of a buried god because it seems fun or whatever.

main character falls from several stories up four separate times in two days: this happened. he is immune to fall damage it seems.