#''no entries found'' YOU'RE delusional

[ria-starstruck]

i love animation (starts standing up and swinging pen like a madman)

[thevoidstaredback]

Dick: Remember everyone, violence is never the answer.

Danny: You're right, Dick.. Violence can't be the answer.

Dick: Correct, Danny. Now, on to the next lesso-

Danny: Violence is the question.

Danny: And the answer is yes!

Dick: Danny, no!!

Dick: All right, Danny, that’s it, you’re grounded! I found a rap album hiding under your bed and it was the clean version. I didn’t raise you to be such a nerd!

Danny: I’m not even your kid-

Dick: I don’t care what anyone thinks about me.

Danny: Ok.

Dick: Wait, why such a muted reaction? Did that not sound cool?

Danny: Last night I found out Dick is a sleep talker.

Tim: Oh, really?

Danny: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.

*Dick rushes by with an armful of water bottles*

Tim: What's going on?

Danny: Dick wouldn't drink water.

Tim: ...And?

Danny: And I asked him how fast he could chug an entire bottle.

Dick, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!

Dick: Do you ever feel bugs on you when really there’s nothing there?

Danny: Those are the ghosts of the bugs you killed before.

Dick:

Dick: *sobs*

Tim: You fucking scared him, you idiot.

Dick: I hate to tell you this, but one of you was adopted.

Danny & Tim:

Danny: Only one...?

Danny: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?

Dick: Can either of you please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"?

Tim: Ya know... it might be.

*Danny and Tim are fighting*

Dick, taking aspirin: I have a headache! Can you guys just be cool?!

*Danny and Tim start fighting while wearing sunglasses and riding skateboards*

Dick: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste

Danny: We got spring water

Dick: NO.

Danny: with EXTRA minerals

Danny: it's like licking a stalagmite

Dick: DON'T COME HOME.

Danny: Mmmmm cave water

Tim: Tell Danny about the birds and the bees.

Dick: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

Batman: Listen, I can explain...

Tim!Robin: You’re making $500,000 and you’re only gonna pay me $30,000?

Nightwing: You’re getting 30 grand? I’m getting $1,000!

Phantom: You guys are getting paid?

Bruce: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Tim: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Danny: I personally was created in a lab.

Dick: I just straight up spawned lol.

Dick: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Alfred: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

Dick: Three of us saw it, Alfred. How do you explain that?

Alfred: *points at Tim* Sleep deprivation. *points at Bruce* Paranoia. *points at Danny* Delusional personality disorder.

Tim: Why is Dick so sad?

Danny: He took one of those “Which Hero Are You?” quizzes

Tim: And...?

Danny: He got Batman

Dick, banging on the door: Danny! Open up!

Danny: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Tim: No, he meant-

Dick: Let him finish.

Tim: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Danny: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Tim: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING DICK WITH ME

Dick, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Dick: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Tim: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Dick: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Danny: edible

Dick: So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Bruce does? I mean, what if he jumped off a cliff?

Tim: If Bruce were to jump off a cliff, he would’ve done his due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Bruce jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.

Dick: You jump off a cliff!

Tim: Gladly. Provided Bruce did first.

Danny: Why are you on the floor?

Tim: I'm depressed.

Tim: Also I was stabbed, can you get Alfred, please.

Dick: If you had to choose between Tim and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?

Danny: That depends, how much money are we taking about?

Tim: Danny!

Dick: 63 cents.

Danny: I'll take the money.

Tim: Danny!!!

Danny: I'm incredibly fast at math.

Tim: Alright, what's 30x17?

Danny: 47

Tim: That's not even close.

Danny: But it was fast.

Danny: *Stubs his toe* FUCK!

Dick: Mind your language!

Danny: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???

Dick:

Danny: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

Tim: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

Danny: Stop romanticizing the past.

Danny: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

Dick: Twelve, actually.

Danny: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Dick: Yours!

Danny: That's right: no one's.

Tim: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Danny: You're like 15 years old

Tim: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

Danny: I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.

Tim: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...

Dick: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?'

Dick: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

Danny: Physically, yes, I could fight a bird. But emotionally? Imagine the toll.

Tim: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

Tim: What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm fucking pissed.

Danny, threatening the others with a paintball gun: Listen... Life comes at us fast. We don't know what life is gonna give us... And today, it's gonna give you... a paintball!

Dick: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Danny, pre death: If I'm really as evil as you say I am, then have the gods strike me down where I stand.

*dies*

Phantom: Ha! Nice try, jackass! Next time, give it your A-game!

Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Tim*

Tim: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

Danny: Goodnight moon.

Danny: Goodnight tree.

Danny: Goodnight ghosts that only I can see.

Dick: People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person.

Dick: And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!'

Tim: You seem familiar, have I threatened you before?

[aechii]

₍⁠₍ OF LOVE AND FASHiON ₎⁠₎

A/N ?! last fic for the day booooo 😥 i dont know if i will be able to post any tmrrw, but i hope i can. anyways enjoy my lovelies

p.s. there's a little written part in this but it's abt 500-600 words

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[y/n]'s heart's racing. every palpitation hammers against her chest with much force, so much so that her full-upon-entry water has decreased to less than half left in just 30 minutes. the heat still fused with the air, but as the sun begins to sleep, it loses its energy, leaving a cool undercurrent that presses into the skin of all the attendees. she's so glad about the cooler weather, finding it completely unfathomable how she would've coped if the heat joined tham at night as well.

but the man seated beside her crashes all of her composure, and her body begins to feel hot and strangled.

she hasn't seen such a visually blessed male specimen in all the years of her living, and the fact that his body was so close to hers because of the crammed seating made matters worse. she can't think, breathe or concentrate on the influx of dressed models that come and go non-stop.

"you look disgusted."

the voice comes from right beside her, and her head whips around, startled. the man that has enraptured her entire conscience smiles goofily at her, and her heart wavers.

"what? me?"

"yes," he chuckles softly, "you."

his eyes turn back to the show before them, yet he continues speaking before [y/n] can justify herself, "i don't blame you, though. some of the outfits are... questionable."

his facial expressions are priceless, and [y/n] falls into a bout of laughter, "you're sick!"

he looks on seriously, eyes flashing with extreme judgement, "i'm not lying! how does anyone find pairing a skirt and baggy trousers aesthetic?"

the combination, that [y/n] had, most likely, missed from being consumed by her thoughts, makes her grimace, "yeah, that wasn't a good look at all."

he turns back to face her and, god, he stares so intently that she has to look away.

"speaking of outfits, what brand you wearing? 'cause i know it's not lv for sure, i'm not seeing any," he thinks of the right words, "over exposure of the logo."

"that's one way to put it," [y/n] snickers, looking down at her outfit, "i made it all myself... apart from the shoes of course."

the boy is taken aback, mouth agape and eyes wide, "no way!"

she begins to feel flustered by his reaction and just smiles.

"that's so cool, honestly. i would take more pride in that than wearing a slutted out luxury brand."

"slutted out?" [y/n] can't believe her ears; he's going to kill her, she's sure.

"how the hell did you come up that?!"

the boy purses his lips, looking smug, "i'm just that amazing."

"you're delusional."

he pretends to think for a moment, "delusional enough to think i'd get your number?"

[y/n]'s eyebrows shot up, "you want... my number?"

he doesn't hesitate to nod, "i don't think i'll be leaving without it."

jobe, who had been painfully listening in on their conversation, decides to make himself apparent, "don't do it, you'll regret it."

she turns around, coming face to face with a younger boy who looks almost identical to the one she had been speaking with for the past 15 minutes.

"you two brothers?"

the older one responds, "yeah, he's a cockblock though, don't listen to him."

"cockblock? jude, i'm trying to save her life!"

ah, so that's his name.

"clear off, jobe," he rolls his eyes, turning back to the girl sitting beside him, "sorry about that- so, your number?"

"don't do it!"

and much to his dismay, she does.

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y/n_l/n paris photo dump !! met some cool ass people there lowkey

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judebellingham was lovely meeting you, such a vibe 😆

y/n_l/n you too!! <3

yfn__ best time of my life honestly

y/n_l/n paris at night is a sight to see

user1 you look GORGEOUS

user2 i really missed pfw just a day after i left france </3

user3 JUDE????

user4 I'M ACTUALLY SO SHOCKED

user5 😮

user6 WE FOUND HERRRRR

user7 and jude beat me to it already 😐

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y/n_l/n love the after party candid, send it to me plz xx + tell jobe i'm sorry but not sorry

judebellingham you look so pretty in it ofc + he'll see it anyways xx y/n_l/n @/judebellingham stop plz 😭🛑 jobebellingham @/y/n_l/n buy me croissaints and maybe i'll forgive you

jadonsancho freshh 🔥

user1 who's that girl in the last pic????

user2 someone who he met at the lv show, got her number and everthingggg 😭

user3 AND SHE KNOWS JOBE TOO? that's my chance stripped unrightfully away from me </3

user4 icel, she's gorgeous AAAAA

user5 this is my 13th reason

[yanderes-galore]

Ooh I'd love to see something about platonic Mismagius from Pokémon trapping a human darling in an illusion of a perfect life to keep them around, but darling catches on after a while and is still trapped in the dream but now they *know* and Mismagius doesn't understand why darling is unhappy as they keep living their perfect life :o maybe years later darling is still not sure if they are in reality or are dream - and it's ambiguous to the reader? If this is too detailed sorry my brain just. Went wild lol

I'll do a version of this, sure!

Your Very Own Reality

Yandere! Platonic! Mismagius Short

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective behavior, Illusions, Manipulation, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping, Forced companionship.

"It chants incantations. While they usually torment targets, some chants bring happiness." - Mismagius Pokedex Entry, Pokemon Pearl.

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The Ghost Type thought they were doing you a favor! They had been watching you for awhile and you never looked happy. They thought this would all make you happy!

While you were unaware a Mismagius has attached themselves to you. As you walk down the streets or live in your home, the ghost watches. Admittedly... your life had been causing stress on you.

A bit too much actually.

Like most Ghost Pokemon, this Mismagius was drawn to your negative energy. The sudden spike of stress they got when they found you is what caused them to do something. Anything could've started it.

A falling out, a break up, failing a test, anything...

This Mismagius who's attached to your life felt pity. These Pokemon normally torment others... but sometimes... sometimes they can make others happy. However...

It seems to be a double edged sword.

Wanting to keep you close and in their sight, the Mismagius cries. One simple haunting cry... one incantation is all it takes. They cast an illusion on you and your life.

They only want to help. Plus, they've gotten quite attached to this human. You won't have to suffer... you won't have to leave them. They can keep you forever.

At first, you believe it. Your life is perfect. Everything you ever want is given to you. You're in your own personal reality.

In reality, you're locked in an abandoned home. You're watched and fed berries by the Ghost Type who has been watching you. It's not the first time ghost types have kidnapped.

The Mismagius seems happy when it sees you roam around, giggling and looking happy. Nothing can disturb your fantasies. Not even other Ghosts... unless they'd like to meet an irritated Mismagius.

However, soon the Pokemon notices you're not happy anymore. Time passes and you start to notice gaps in the illusion. You find out your reality is fake... very similar to the Truman Show.

They don't get it! Why is their human upset? They've given you everything!

Just when you think you can find your way back to reality, Mismagius places another odd hex. Your illusion must never end! You'll be... sad again.

But you're sad now too....

The Mismagius works harder now. They drown out your sceptical observations with more illusions. They keep you hallucinating... they keep you happy.

Even as years go by, where you've lost weight from only eating what the Pokemon gives you, your poor mind confused. Just what is reality? What was your life before this?

Was it even any good?

The Mismagius does their best to keep you oblivious. Nothing can go wrong! By now... you're completely theirs.

Why should you think of what's real or not anymore?

Aren't you happy here... with them... in your very own perfect life?

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Death by Exposure

Written for the Phic Phight Prompts: At first Danny had been worried sick that Wes had figured out that he was Phantom, but when no one believed him it had sort of become funny. Still, after the anti-ecto act, and the GIW, and his own parents very public very violently vitriolic screeds against ghosts, Danny had to wonder what he'd ever done to Wes that the guy would risk exposing Danny to all that. (from @hpwotters-blog, or at least I think that's you're tumblr.), and Wes Weston wakes up to find an injured Phantom on the fire escape. (from @half-deadmagicperson)

With how much time he spends on basketball and his delusional conspiracy theories, no one would ever suspect that Wes Weston has another secret hobby… (from @kadziduo)

Another prompt that will be included in later chapters but isn't as of this one:

And Wes has been spending more and more time around Fenton and Co. lately - hey! he’s only trying to get some much-needed evidence against them, not trying to get all buddy-buddy with them. And anyway, they’re an entirely annoying bunch, so he wholeheartedly blames them for the fact that he’s currently being monologued at by the ghost holding him hostage. (from @a-closet-emo)

Chapter 4: Expositor

AO3 Link

[Warning for mentions of blood and violence]

Danny used a damp washcloth the clean off what was left of the blood and ectoplasm from his skin before changing, first from ghost to human, and then, once he was back in his own clean clothes, into the pajamas. When he returned to the bedroom, Wes was gone.

Danny didn't really wonder where Wes had gone because he didn't really care. He was completely wiped from everything that had happened that night, and he just wanted to get some sleep. Crossing the room, he flopped face down onto the bare bed. Without any kind of sheet or comforter, the mattress was lumpy and not very comfortable. Danny hardly noticed.

He adjusted himself so he was laying near the edge to make it easier to breathe and was just about to drift off when his arm slipped off the mattress and brushed against something hard. Not wanting to open his eyes, Danny felt around blindly until his fingers closed around something flat and solid wedged between the mattress and the bed frame. It was a close race, but his curiosity one out over his exhaustion and he pushed himself into a sitting position to see what it was.

In his hands, Danny held some kind of journal. At first, he thought it was Wes' diary, and that he should put it back because even if it was Wes, Danny wasn't enough of a jerk to read someone's diary; then he considered the far more likely possibility that it was filled with Wes' evidence of Danny's dual identity, and he should check it out, for his safety. What Danny actually found when he opened the journal was the last thing he would have ever expected.

Birds.

Each page had a photograph of a bird, along with some writing, in Wes' own hand, about what the bird was, and where and when he had seen it. Danny stared at the pages in absolute shock as he flipped through them. Danny almost laughed out loud when he read a clearly very excited entry about a bird called the Red Knot which was apparently endangered in Illinois, but that Wes had spotted out at Lake Eerie over the summer.

"Sorry, it took longer than I thought to wash all that shit off my hands. They still smell like rubbing alcohol," Wes said as he came in. "Make yourself comf—why do you have that?" he interrupted himself when he saw what Danny was holding. He stomped over and snatched the journal out of Danny's hands, snapping it shut.

"You have a bird watching journal?" Danny asked incredulously.

Wes opened his desk drawer, tossed the journal haphazardly inside, and slammed it shut again. "I like bird watching. Is that a crime?"

"No it's just," Danny laughed at the absurdity of it all, "Between basketball and obsessively stalking me and trying to expose me as Phantom, I didn't think you had time for–" he snorted, and brought a hand up to his mouth to cover the amused smile there–"bird watching." He couldn't hold it in anymore, Danny burst out laughing, interspersed with winces as the action irritated his injuries.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Wes said, crossing his arms with a scowl. "I have a life outside of you, you know. You think I got binoculars with adjustable magnification just to watch you? Don't flatter yourself."

"Ouch! But, seriously, bird watching?"

"It's peaceful and relaxing!"

"You're such a nerd!"

"Well what do you do when you have free time?" Wes demanded indignantly. "Let me guess, you spend your time playing video games, right?"

"You mean a normal hobby that most teenagers engage in?" Danny pointed out. "Yeah, I do."

"You'll rot your brain."

"Whatever, nerd!"

"Shut up." Wes pouted. "You just got shot four times. Shouldn't you be resting or something? Go to fucking sleep." He crouched down to lay out his bedding on the floor.

"When do you even find time do go bird watching?" Danny asked laughingly.

"I thought I told you to go to sleep!"

"Alright, alright!" Danny laid down again and Wes got up to switch the light off before climbing into his makeshift bed on the floor. For a while, Danny stayed quiet, but he just couldn't help himself. "What's the rarest bird you've ever seen?"

"Shut up!" Wes groaned and whacked Danny with a pillow.

"Fine!" That lasted all of seven seconds. "But what is it?"

Wes sighed, but Danny could hear the smile in his voice when he finally answered. "I saw an island scrub Jay once, when my family took a vacation to Santa Cruz a couple summers ago. They're so pretty, and they're like, one of the rarest birds in the states; it was pretty awesome. They literally only live on Santa Cruz Island and nowhere else, because they're non-migratory. I spent the whole trip looking for one. Kyle and Easton spent the whole trip making fun of me for it."

Danny laughed again. "Nerd."

"If you don't wanna know, don't fucking ask!" Wes whacked him with a pillow again and he sputtered momentarily. "Go to sleep already."

"How did you even get into bird watching?" Danny asked. "That's not a normal hobby for a kid to have." Wes sighed again.

"If you're just gonna call me a nerd again, I'm not gonna tell you."

"I promise I won't call you a nerd." 

Wes didn't answer right away, probably not trusting the promise, but just when Danny thought he'd decided to just go to sleep he answered.

"My mom's a flight attendant, so when I was little I used to watch the sky all the time and keep an eye out for planes, try to guess which one she was on, you know?" he explained. "Turns out, when you watch the sky all day, you end up seeing a some cool-looking birds, so when I was seven or eight, I asked for a camera for my birthday so I could take pictures of them, and it sort of spiraled from there."

"That's... kinda sweet, actually," Danny said.

"Whatever."

"You know, I do like video games, but actually, I'm also really into astronomy," Danny said.

"And you called me a nerd."

"Hey, bird watching is way nerdier than stargazing," Danny defended. "I mean ask literally anyone. Stargazing is, like, romantic and crap, bird watching is full-on nerdy."

"Sure, space geek," Wes said. "What's your favorite dwarf planet?"

"Haumea," Danny answered immediately, without even having to think about it.

"Knowing any dwarf planet besides Pluto is well into full-on nerd territory."

"Haumea spins so fast that gravity makes it oblong instead of round; tell me that's not cool!"

"Okay, it's a little cool, but you're still a nerd. Go to sleep."

They ended up staying a little later, swapping fun facts about birds and space, eventually falling asleep at almost five in the morning. Thankfully, spring break afforded them the opportunity to sleep in as long as they wanted. When they eventually woke up, Danny didn't leave Wes' place right away.

Wes brought him a sandwich for breakfast/lunch, and helped him change his bandages. Although, it unsettled Wes to see the difference in blood composition between Danny's two forms. It would be a couple more days before the wounds fully closed, but the bleeding had stopped. As long as Danny was still healing, his ecto-signature would be stronger, even in his human form, which meant going home was a no-go.

"What do you mean your house will attack you?" Wes asked, horrified.

"My parents have a very sophisticated anti-ghost security system," Danny explained. "I can pass through in my human form well enough as long as I don't use any of my powers, but if I so much as have my ghost sense go off, it activates and I have a dozen anti-ghost weapons in my face. It'll definitely target me with my enhanced healing working, but I can't exactly turn that off."

"Alright, fair enough," Wes said. "But you can't stay here. My dad's not that observant, but Kyle will definitely notice if you stay any longer, and neither of us wants that, trust me."

"That's fine," Danny said. "Tucker's house is empty right now, and I know where they keep the spare key. I'll camp out there for a few days. And, uh, once I can get into my house again, I'll bring you some of my parents' Fenton Detergent that'll work on ectoplasm stains so you don't have to buy new towels."

"Good, because I couldn't really afford to anyway," Wes said, his shoulders slumping in relief. "I'll come check on you at Tucker's, just in case."

"You will?" Danny asked, surprised.

"Of course," Wes said. "I won't be able to sleep if I don't know you're okay, not after, you know, everything." Ah, so he felt guilty. Alright, that made sense.

"Okay, well... thanks," Danny said, face splitting into a smile, "for, you know, everything." He started to climb out onto the fire escape, ready to leave.

"Yeah, no problem."

"And good luck with the bird watching," Danny tacked on as he transformed into Phantom and jumped off the fire escape.

"Oh, fuck off!" Wes shouted, running to the window to flip the ghost off while he laughed, turning invisible to keep the patrols off is tail as he made a beeline for Tucker's place to lay low.

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[nekonokimochi]

十気持ち

さぁー

Here we go again. This goes out to the pick me bitch that's self loathing is so bad it loops back to being their only good feature. You filter so hard cause you can't hide a personality that ugly. Assuming every guy you've interacted with was into you? Literally nobody sees you the way you do. The audacity to be treated special when you make everyone else know they're in last place. Can't book a fucking day off but you can find your way to tiptoe round the tulips. You think I don't see your subtle pick me behaviour? Bitch everyone's got big boobs, you're not special. How is someone gonna own that anyway? Not like you got the thing waist. Your family call you a sloth cause you expect all the work to come your way. Pretending to be working class when you're clearly rich, fucking hate people like you. Crying your white tears so you can be accepted and go to sleep in your massive house, cosplaying like you take small steps like the rest of us. Always the uwu and never the rage. Always the know it all and never the known. You're so basic your name is average. You're so mental absorbed your name is even male. How you gonna friendcest and call yourself a girl's girl? I can cut every motherfucker off and you don't think I won't do the same to you? I'll make you feel so alone you wish people DID pick you. It's always you you you. Always the last word. Hitting on other people's partners isn't the flex you think it is, who taught you to be such a whore? Imagine being so self absorbed that you ask you friend who's mourning to do all the stressful shit and then have the audacity to say 'aw it was so stressful, but fun' like fuck you. I'm a dirty fighter and I'll make it sure you wished you didn't breath this morning. I could make you wake every day with the darkest wish in the brightest sun. I wish that every second of every moment you feel people's eyes on you, and you beg and plead and grovel that you hadn't demanded this attention.

I will give you the attention you so crave, and I will bask in the tears you will shed.

And to the other motherfucker. You're called an asshole once and you haven't got the independent thinking to crawl out of that self fulfilling prophecy? You think you can sneak around, be dishonest for no good reason and expect that burden of truth isn't going to crush you? We will be the judge and jury and when we wait for your testimony, I will scrutinise you to the point of no return. Always number two and never first place. Now you've finally gotten it. Number one douchebag. So disappointing you couldn't use your "egotistical hardworking intelligent" brain to make decisions for yourself and to walk away from the titles given to you. It's like you were so desperate not to live in your brother's shadow, you found the furthest cliff and jumped; and dived into the sea of assholery. Why are you so prideful? You couldn't even succeed at the gym. Wow your shoulders are so wide, have you ever considered being of normal appearance? I don't blame you for low self-esteem, I'd cry if I woke up looking like you. You're so aggravating and delusional frankly, trying to protect someone who threw you under the bus the moment she could. Whats it like, chasing a smell and it's the shit you didn't wipe? You love to piss everyone off, but you'll always defend her... You cringe aw uwu but that's all you'll do for her. And all of this in front of your ex? You're all crazy. What is wrong with white people? They just always think that love is inescapable. Like the rest of us, learn to fucking get over it. Disney adults need a push off the top of the castle.

You're both awful, and should I ever need to, I hope you both prepare yourselves. Because I will absolutely make it known how I feel about you both, and what your position is in life.

This was a shitty entry but I couldn't sleep.

[shaisuki]

HEAVENLY DELIGHT

|| the first entry for the series “𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄”

content warnings ─── written in gojo's pov, god complex, nonconsensual groping, delusional thoughts. yandere themes, dark themes.

ᝰ synopsis.ᐟ there's nothing sweeter for the gojo satoru to taste you.

you could be so naive sometimes.

only brushing my advances as nothing but vexations. how could you be so oblivious? do you need to be pinned before you can realize it. make you cry my name as i take you to drown into the depths of pleasure. would you like that? you do like testing my patience.

at first i only see you as my colleague, my partner in making the kids are all okay. you know the jujutsu society isn't that sacred along with those who are in the top who had nothing but cowardice and eliminate what they considered as a threat.

i try myself to not be involved in everything, you see and here you are, breaking every sense i have. i know it will be a long journey for my feelings since you have captivated me. what i thought would be temporary would be an addiction.

you know i am not really a particular fan of sweets and i only eat a piece or two to stimulate my brain and it ended up for me having a sweet tooth. fascinating it is and you're here.

the subject of my newly found affections.

you remind me of those soft, fluffy, warm sweets i always had. i wonder what your taste would be but i bet you taste sweet. i know it.

i already decided you were to be mine. you know i don't let people make their own choices, simply, i don't. it will be no different to you, my sweet (y/n). you are fit to a god like me.

it won't be long before you will be mine and yet i may have underestimated you. you don't return the affections i give to you, why is that? i lure women to me, they're already at my feet begging for my attention or a simple glance at them and here i am like a fool. do you not like me? i understand my behavior annoys the people who knows me but you seem unaffected by it.

are you playing hard to get, (y/n)? i know women like you do that to test how serious are guys like me. i assure you that you'll be having everything you want from me, say the word and it's yours.

i always hug you. you asked me one time why i always hug you. it's the reason you're so soft against me. how can i feel everything about you. your scent, your voice, your body, all of you. i always tell you it's for good luck charm and you laugh at me for that but i know you like it too.

i make ways for the thing that needed to be done and i have been straightforward to you and i will make you feel how badly i crave you.

the teacher's lounge is awfully quiet today. i always sit in my favorite chair and i let my daydreams past here. a matter of time and you will be here. i ordered ijichi to call you and i obviously lied to him to tell others the missions for today. i will never let someone interrupt us.

i can't help but to smile when you entered the room. i know at this time of the day, you will be taking your break. you always greet me and take a sit in one of the couches. i decided to annoy you for today.

sitting besides you and drink in the sight of your plush body. i feel you flinch when i have place my arms around your shoulders. relax, i told you and loosened up. i pretend to ask what you were reading about and i could never get tired of hearing your voice. you're so pure and alive for me, (y/n).

you don't notice this gaze of mine who always stare at you with such need. silly me, how would you. i always have this blindfold on and despite this. i always see you in your full glory. so beautiful. so warm. so sweet. would you let me eat you.

i pinched your cheeks and do forgive me, i can't help it. i may have pinched your cheeks to hard and i can see the tears gathering in your eyes and my mind seems to think about the things i want to do with you.

i imagine you crying as you call my name. saying it's too much and you can't take it from how many times i have made you cum through my tongue and fingers but i know you have it in you and you can take me as long i am satisfied with you.

the call of my name brought me back to you. my poor, little (y/n). the word little seem to offend you. why? cause it's not your physique? oh, my baby. you are little with me. i would make you feel as i bend and press you against my body. my sweet, sweet, sweet baby.

caressing the skin where i may have caused you pain and i can see your flustered expression as i leaned closer to you. your lips twitch as not to breath in my face. don't do that. i need your mouth open for me and ready. let me hear you cry and whine when it's too much. beg and moan for me when you want more to pleasure you.

i have no self-control to you. the shock came before the small squeal coming from your mouth as i pressed my lips into yours. i was right, your lips taste sweet and it is soft. i could feel your hands pushing me, don't do that to me. my poor heart couldn't take a rejection from you.

breaking the kiss, i can see your lips tremble and you seem scared before muttering an apology. you don't want this and you only see me as your senpai and a colleague. don't worry you didn't offend me. i'll make you see me as your lover, your one and only as am i to you.

why are you running away. stay still and let me. you're hurting me now. don't let me force you. you belong to me. grabbing your hand, i pulled you to me, forcing you to straddle my lap and i can see your chest heaving.

cupping your cheeks and you seem to be horrified. everything's too sudden for you. it's your fault. why won't you bend to me but don't worry you will.

you're so soft and warm, (y/n). let's stay together here. stop squirming, i won't hurt you. my arm is wrapped around yours. i feel you shiver when i kissed your neck, so sensitive (y/n). i wonder if you're sensitive in other parts too and yes, you are. parting your thighs for my hands to warm and fuck. thighs so tender and soft and it jiggles when i slapped it. you were made for me. don't cry. don't cry. ssh.

i promise i'll make you good. lap at your juices from your sweet honeypot. your fat, juicy, cunt in my mouth. i'll make you cum until you can only speak of my name. i'll ravish until it marked you. don't you dare run away from me, (y/n).

remember this, i am the strongest. the honored one throughout heaven and earth and the power bestowed upon me is limitless.

you are fit to be mine, a heavenly delight for me to feast on.

[allthingsgerman]

So you're just okay with the e*kimo slur? Tbf the selection is not great because it's basically the same song in 6 different voices but I'm glad that said band is not part of the NF. It's delusional to think that they can get top scores, but what do I even expect from germans.

I just typed out a very long response, but couldn't really find a way to properly bring it around without it being way too long so I will try and give a shorter response.

In my view there is more to it than a simple "ok with it"/"not ok with it" dichotomy, that is just too reductive and also some weird kind of purity discourse that tumblr too often tends to get lost in.

Yes, it would have been ideal if they had named themselves differently when they founded the band. Then there would be no problem now, and I don't think they have much of an emotional connection to it, outside of the connection you generally have to your band name.

Changing a band name is difficult. They have gained international name recognition in the last few years, which is quite an achievement. But in my opinion they are not mainstream and successful enough that they have the same brand recognition beyond their name. So it's an economic risk.

It's actually why I think that Eurovision would have been a great opportunity to change it. If they were the German entry, they would have had a great deal of media exposure regardless, so a name change after the national selection would have given the new name enough exposure, and, since the name is controversial, would probably also have been good PR for them.

That is not to say that that was their plan in any way, it's just what I maybe would have done. I know that they are aware of the issue, and they have signaled that "they are thinking about it", which I think means that they will probably change it, because otherwise they are in a weaker position than before, which would not be very smart.

And I know that this response will probably not be all that satisfactory, that some people will hate it, but I also did not want to ignore the ask, because it's a legitimate point and a legitimate discourse. It's a discourse that needs to be had, and from what I am aware of, the band is engaging in it internally. I just think that the way that some parts of the internet engage in it is not productive, because to them it is not about any actual action and them actually changing the name, it's about screaming at each other for social media clout.

[yanderes-galore]

Nizat 'Kvarosee, Romantic/Platonic intentions. Scenario where during his exile on Netherop, he captures the darling from the similarly stranded UNSC forces and keeps them as a pet - at first as a psychological warfare thing against the humans but eventually forming a twisted attachment. Optional: the inclusion of prompts #2 and #14 from your blog's prompt list, since I read through them and thought those would be fitting for this and your prompts deserve more love in these requests. - Scale Anon

I watched lore videos and read his wiki entry on Halopedia so I think I got this >:) Hope you enjoy!

Yandere! Nizat 'Kvarosee Prompts 2 + 14

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!"

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Dehumanization/Degrading behavior, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Covenant religion, Manipulation, Violence, Slight worshipping, Implied darling is on the verge of mind break, Forced relationship/companionship.

Out of everything that has happened during his exile on this planet... you may have been the best thing that's come of it.

At first your capture was meant to a message. A message that eventually he'll win this war against Petrov and break the humans fighting against him. However... it has been a long time since Nizat had any company other than the Sangheili he was stranded with.

Despite being a dissenter, Nizat felt incredibly religious during his exile. He began to view your meeting with him as fate. You were a gift from the Gods... all for him.

Nizat had learned human language to speak with you. Instead of treating you as a prisoner... he began to be softer. He doesn't want to kill you as you're defenseless. Instead... he treats you like the gift he believes you are.

His fellow Sangheili find his behavior strange. Their leader is so fanatical about this human prisoner. All to the point of treating you like some pet.

Nizat began to adore you once he saw you as a gift from the Gods. He began to see you as a companion... one he loves more than most things. He never let you get far... often dragging you around like one would do a pet.

He made sure you were as comfortable as you could be on this hot planet. Even as his Sangheili brethren perished... Nizat found comfort in you. You may not wish to be with him yet he can't just toss aside a divine gift!

Nizat worships you as his human. You are meant to comfort him in his exile, aren't you? He hates that you keep fighting him... don't you see it's meant to be?

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that." Nizat tries to reason with you. The heat outside could kill you if he doesn't provide for you! Despite you being placed in his lap as he sits with you in private... you struggle against him.

How long had it been? Weeks... months since he's caught you? Your determination was becoming tiring... he wishes you'd just give in.

Nizat catches you whining and trying to squirm like a scared animal. Like most Sangheili he found humans weak... but not entirely deserving of being killed. In fact he found you quite beautiful in your own alien way.

"I'll take care of you, my gift... just relax into me, alright? I'm not going to hurt you. If anything, you're hurting yourself." The Sangheili tries to comfort you by holding you closer to his chest.

For now... you give up and allow him to coddle you. He really is the only sense of comfort you've had in a long time. Sighing softly you lean into the Sangheili, allowing him to crane his head into the crook of your shoulder. You hear the Sangheili give a growl of approval before squeezing you closer.

Thankfully this was out of sight from anyone.

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you." The Sangheili whispers into your ear, nuzzling into your shoulder. The feeling is scaled and strange but you don't fight it. Do you have any power in this situation anyways?

"You are my divine gift... the Gods have not forsaken me completely for my sins." Nizat coos, indulging in the comfort you give. "I'd never let anyone take you away from me...."

You then hear him growl behavior, this time it's threatening instead of comforting.

"If anyone ever does try..." Nizat muses and you feel his claws dig into you. "They'll die brutally by my blade, I can promise that, my gift."

You say nothing and only stare at the ground, quietly accepting your fate.