#I apalogize

[aki-machika]

oki everyone this is spoke; he’s from a Netflix series called Tokyo Override and he’s my husband :3

[marmidiot]

Hi gayass people

[drvirgus]

Behind the Screen

Idol! Minji X non-Idol! Reader

Description: Imagine defending your favorite idol on Twitter and getting a supportive message from a user with a fake name. Little do you know, it's actually Minji. Can something more happen? Will you fall in Love with the Idol? Is Minji going to fall in love with you?

Warnings: strong language; kys/kms jokes; insults; kinda Catfishing? Denial; Trauma; Harsh world

Tags: Idol X non Idol; smau; Strangers to online friends to Lovers?

Status: Finished ✅

Taglist: Closed

a/n: I´ll often use an idol with shoulder lenght hair (Prob Ryujin or Chaewon)

Some Idols are "Normal" people.

Don’t look at timestamps

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Profiles: Depressive students; Newjeans; Others

01. No risk no fun, right?

02. stranger danger?

03. sleep over

04. found her

05. Basic Infos

06. cooking loudly

07. maybe

08. first meeting? (Fully-written)

09. rude

10. ask her

11. number

12. more then Minji?

13. Roses

14. Apalogy (half-written)

15. hide

16. just a joke

17. oh….

18. arcane

19. awkward

20. a bomb

21. holy… fucking… shit

22. naughty…

23. we did it

24. WHAT?

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Taglist: @saysirhc @sixflame438 @yuyuy90 @lvskimminji @illithharmony @yncoreee @minaripenguu @he------len @kaypanaq @jsufipaq @wonyoungssi @peranoo @pandafuriosa60

[dixonverse]

Last Moments

WARNING! Sad, death, loss

You and Daryl were on a run to get more supplies for Alexandria, you two were good friends and share a home together there. You separated ways to split up and cover more ground, clearing out an abandoned food bank.

A walker tumbled on top of you as you were focused on stuffing some food in your bag, it bit you and you immediately killed it, not saying a word to Daryl and you hid the wound.

You found each other again and you acted like everything was fine as you walked back to Alexandria. You were getting tired and weak so you stopped and rested against a tree, getting more pale and a little sweaty.

“I’m tired Daryl…” You muttered, your skin pale and cold.

“You alright?” Daryl asked as he stopped by you, noticing how pale and tired you were. He knew something was wrong and he studied your face, his eyes roaming over your sweaty forehead and pale skin.

He took a step closer, noticing that you were trembling slightly. “You look sick.” He said quietly, his voice gentle but serious.

You fell to your knees and started to cough up blood. “Dammit!”

Daryl knelt down, his eyes filled with worry as he saw the blood on your mouth and face. He took your arm, supporting you and looking over you for the source of the blood.

“Where are you hurt?” He asked urgently, his heart racing as he realized you were severely wounded.

You looked up at him weakly and gestured to your shoulder where the walker bit you. Daryl’s heart sank as his eyes fell to the area you pointed to. He quickly rolled up your sleeve, exposing the bite wound on your shoulder, a mixture of anger, fear, and sadness washing over him.

“How long ago?” He asked, his voice strained as he saw the sickening sight of the bite mark. “Maybe 30 minutes or so?” You muttered weakly. “It was when we got separated.” Daryl clenched his jaw, his body tensing up as he looked at the bite more closely. He knew that every minute counted.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” He snapped, his voice a mix of anger and worry. You looked down, feeling yourself get weaker by the second. “I… didnt want you to w-worry..” You muttered weakly and hoarsely. “I wanted our last moments to be happy.” Daryl’s anger melted away and was replaced with a deep sense of sadness. He knew you well enough to know that you would sacrifice yourself for others, but it pained him to see you in pain and sick.

“You idiot. You should’ve told me.” He grumbled, his voice cracking slightly. You started to tremble as tears rolled down your face. “Im so sorry…” Daryl’s heart ached as he saw your tears. He pulled you into an embrace, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

“No, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be apologizing.”

He held you close, his fingers tracing up and down your back as he tried to soothe you. 

“Dont apalogize” You mutter weakly. “Can our last moments be happy?... Please?” Daryl nodded, his voice cracking as he held you in his arms.

“Yeah. Let’s make ‘em happy.”

He gently brushed his hand through your hair, cradling you against his chest. He took a deep breath, struggling to keep his emotions in check as he looked down at you, seeing the toll the bite was taking on your body.

“Let’s talk about something nice… What’s your favorite memory?”  You thought for a moment and then smiled. “Remember when you tried to cook for me and burned the pasta?” Daryl chuckled softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he remembered that night.

“Oh yeah… that was a disaster. I guess trying to impress you with my cooking skills was a bit ambitious.”

He glanced down at you, seeing the glimmer in your eyes and hearing the tremble in your voice, and felt his heart ache.

“But it was a good memory. I remember you laughed at me so hard.” You chuckled weakly, your face going pale and lips a deep ocean shade of blue. “You should've saw… the look on your face.” Daryl forced a smile, his heart breaking as he looked at your paling skin and quivering lips.

“Yeah, I was a total idiot that night. I thought I could impress you with my culinary skills, but I ended up burning the damn pasta.”

He chuckled again, trying to keep the conversation light, but his heart was heavy with worry. “How the hell does someone manage to burn pasta, Daryl?” You chuckle weakly. He smirked weakly, trying to keep up the banter.

“Well, it takes a special kind of talent to screw up boiling pasta. I guess I’m just gifted like that.”

He looked down at you, his heart heavy as he saw your condition worsening. You chuckled weakly and nodded, blood spurting from your lips. He gently held you closer, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm as he tried to keep his breathing steady.

“We have so many memories… Remember that night we spent in that cabin during a snowstorm?” You nod slowly and smile “Our first kiss…” Daryl’s heart skipped a beat as he was reminded of that night. He couldn’t help but smile, even through the pain and worry.

“Yeah… Our first kiss.” He said softly, his fingers tracing your cheek. “It was freezing outside, but we were warm in there… just the two of us.” He continued to speak, his voice low and soothing as he held you close to his chest, his fingers still tracing patterns on your skin.

"We huddled close by the fire, sharing the only blanket we had…"

He paused, his heart racing at the memory of that night.

"You looked so beautiful in the firelight... I couldn't look away from you." You smiled, a faint blush painted on your pale cheeks. “And you looked so handsome… still do” Daryl's expression softened, his eyes filled with sorrow as he looked at you. His heart was torn by the mix of emotions he was feeling - sadness, anger, but also an overwhelming love for you.

"You're a damn fool, you know that?" He said, his voice a mixture of exasperation and affection. "You think I'm still handsome even when I'm crying over you like this?" You smiled and nodded slowly, feeling your eyelids start to droop. Daryl shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours as he held you close.

"You’re unbelievable." He muttered, the hint of a smile on his lips even as his eyes shone with unshed tears. He was torn between anger and affection for you, the two battling inside him as he looked at your pale, trembling form.

“Can i ask you something?” You ask softly. Daryl nodded, his grip on you tightening slightly as he looked at you with a mix of sadness and worry.

“Anything. What is it?”

You gently reached up and cupped his cheek “One last kiss?” Daryl's heart stopped for a moment, his breath catching in his throat as he looked at your hand on his cheek. He felt a rush of emotions - sadness, anger, but most of all, an overwhelming love for you.

He gently brought his head down to yours, his lips just brushing against yours as he spoke softly.

"You don't have to ask, sweetheart."

He pressed his lips against yours in a tender kiss, all his emotions pouring out into that single moment. He held you close, as if he never wanted to let you go, his heart shattered at the thought of losing you. Daryl’s heart ached at the passion you poured into the kiss, his hand on the back of your head, holding you close as he deepened the kiss.

He had never kissed anyone like this before, with so much feeling and desperation. He knew that this might be the last time he’d kiss you, and he wanted to burn the memory into his mind forever.

“I wish we had more time,” he muttered against your lips, his voice thick with emotion.

“Shhh.. dont stop” You whisper against his lips. Daryl couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. Your words and the desperation in your voice made it impossible for him to pull away from you. He kissed you deeply, his fingers tangling in your hair as he held you close.

Each kiss was filled with a mix of love and pain, a desperate attempt to hold onto a moment that he knew would soon be over.

“I can’t… I can’t stop,” he muttered between kisses. Daryl kissed you with a desperate fervor, his emotions spilling out as he held you tight against him. His heart was torn in two - he was losing you, but at the same time, he wanted to cherish every last moment with you.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes scanning your face, taking in every detail as if trying to memorize it. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. “I’m gonna miss you so much, sweetheart,’ he muttered, his voice cracking. You nodded and traced your thumb across his cheek. “Dont ever forget about me… please.” Daryl shook his head, his eyes welling up with tears as he looked at you.

“I could never forget about you, darlin’. You’re a part of me. You always will be.”

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek, feeling your skin grow colder.

“Just promise me… promise me you won’t forget me either.” You nod weakly, feeling even weaker now, it was a struggle to just nod. “I wont.. Not ever” You felt yourself grow so weak you couldnt even keep your eyes open. Soon enough you went limp in his arms. Daryl's breath caught in his throat as he felt your body grow limp in his arms, his heart seizing in his chest.

"Sweetheart? Sweetheart, can you hear me?"

He shook you gently, his voice cracking with desperation as he tried to get a response from you.

He listened intently, his ear close to your chest, hoping to hear the sound of a heartbeat. He held his breath, his body tensing up as he waited for any sign of life.As time passed by, the silence was deafening. Daryl's heart felt like it was crumbling to pieces, the reality of the situation hitting him like a ton of bricks. He held you tightly in his arms, his body shaking with both fear and grief. He didn't know how long he held you, his tears falling freely now, mixed with pain and despair. He didn't want to let go, even though he knew there was no point. You were gone, and he was left with an emptiness that he knew would never go away.

-

The walk back to Alexandria was a nightmare for Daryl. Holding your lifeless body in his arms was like a punch to the gut, each step a reminder of what he had lost. He felt like he was living in a daze, his mind swirling with thoughts of grief and anger.

He knew what he had to do when they arrived, and the thought of it filled him with a sickening sense of dread.

As he entered Alexandria, the familiar faces of the community members looked at him with shock and concern. They knew what had happened, and their eyes softened with sympathy as they recognized your lifeless form in his arms.  Rick and Michonne were heartbroken as they saw you limp in Daryl's arms. He approached them, his own red-rimmed eyes filling up with tears. He knew there would be no more moments with you, no more shared jokes or moments of affection.

Rick and Michonne recoiled in horror as they saw you starting to turn. The sound of your guttural growls filled the air, and Daryl's heart shattered further as he realized what was happening.He took a step back, feeling a mix of anger and heartbreak as he watched you stir. He had hoped that you would have some shred of humanity left, but it was clear that the virus had taken over completely.Daryl took a deep breath, knowing what he had to do but hating every single second of it. He could see the tears in Rick's and Michonne's eyes as they watched the scene unfold, and he knew they were feeling the same pain he was.His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, he saw a flicker of the person he had loved… but it was quickly extinguished by the sight of your milky white eyes and snarls.He closed his eyes, unable to watch, but knowing he couldn’t turn back now. With a mix of anger and despair, he fired the crossbow, the sound of the arrow piercing through the air echoing in the air.

The sound of your body hitting the ground echoed through Daryl's mind, and he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. It was over - you were gone, both as the person he loved and as a walker

-

Daryl's days became a routine of pain and mourning. After the funeral, he made it a point to visit your grave every day, bringing fresh flowers and sitting in silence as he paid his respects. The flowers he planted started to grow and bloom, covering your grave in a beautiful display of life amidst the sorrow. 

He would sit there for hours, his mind racing with memories of you and the love you had shared. Sometimes he'd talk to you, as if you could hear him. Other times he'd just sit there, watching the flowers grow and wishing he could hold you one more time.The other members of the group watched him with empathy, knowing what he was going through all too well. They knew that he had loved you deeply, and they could see the pain etched into every line of his face. It was as if a part of him had died along with you, leaving behind an empty, hollow shell of the man he had once been… until one day…

Stay tuned... let me know if you want a part two.

[phightingconfessions]

SO SORRY SECOJD CONFESSION BUT IT HAS TO BE TOLD.

So like when I first started phighting my humor was eveb shittier. Like very cringy gen alpha ass humor

and and I always thought of saying those cringy rizz lines to someone AT PHGIHTING. And then the thoguhts won. So like I was boombox with that summer skin I think and there was a medkit and I said smth like ��hey are you a fursuit because I’d spent all of my money on you 😍”

yea I’m a furry :3

and they left after saying “what.” 😭😭

Medkit if you see this I’m so sorry it was a joke I’m begging accept my apalogy

- >:3 anon

the mental image of this is making me giggle

[pulanop]

INTRO POST🃏💚

I apalogize for any visible mistakes I got into some technical difficulties, but I managed to fix the more on-the-nose ones.

Hope it still turned out fine!

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

pit babe ep 6 stray thoughts

- its been a moment hasnt it

-oh.... babe believes in him.... its engraved with his name.... the way babe looks at him i might hav to punch my puter

- does babe just have no powers left or does he still have some... also thinking about the implications he could lose the thing that makes him special and no one will notice- like the implications could be so good for him or horrific

- charlie and dean should have banded together to block babe and then they both could have raced

- shoutout to whoever was actually racing those cars cause they sure are driving

- i think winner and dean should take out their frustrations on eachother- in whichever way feels most authentic to them in the moment

- does dean have a power

- on one: way with babe: 🥺

- has anyone done charliebabe as the autism creature yet has this been done yet

- oh wait its the sign apalogy scene SCREAM

- oooo is this the car sex scene 👀

- no it was in fact th sweetest scene

- hitting you with love confession, mpreg, bitching?, and mama papa back back. i knew what i signed up for tho good for them

- "mama wants to know if papa has devloped anything". okay.

- oh?

- i need to do atrocious things to that man pt 3

- the way soundtrack poppin off. yall know i love me a piano ballad

- northsonic!! UNPROVOKED?!?!?!?? like the whole tray too!?!??!? tf those screwdrivers ever do to dean??!?!

- man fuck dean for that abolutely uncalled for he shouldve been pushing winner against a wall about it

- alan like NOT in MY garage!

- "im angry at old people who like to annnoy me" what’s the actual age difference and please can it not be that much cause this is so funny

- babe really seems so happy now

- SCREAM the way jeff grabs babe and starts experiancing the agonies and babe is there like: okayyyyyy

- way over here like let me make sure everyone else is feeling miserable and awkward too

- northsonic are so real my little clowns

- jeff continuing to move throught the world like a prey animal

- interesting the way is mad that babe changed when babe seems so much happier now...

- way be like im planting seeds of doubt, im affecting your subconsious

- this way speech kinda making my insides hurt like why would he say that in front of me ouch ouch ouch also the song!!!

- WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY scream ouch

- A FUCKING FLASHA CK IM GONNA BE ILL

- MUTUALS HOW COULD YALL MOT WARN ME ABOUT WAY

pain.

[asimplecommunication]

Happy International Lesbian Day!! I simply love being a lesbian ☺️ Apalogies for the angle, snapped the selfie right before my Post-Communist Polish Minorities class 😅

[the-prismo-ask-blog]

oh jeez

i apalogize if i asked a very personal question given it was about you're wings

apologize**

your**

[iamthewidowmaker]

I apalogize, its been a long year, we have a lot going on and i apologize for your in or your inn😔

🥺!! (x)

[wat-zu]

Sorry about the buff cursor Alan. I wasn't expecting you to draw it...

but to imagine it

Yup! Did imagine it alright! XD

Now there's just a cursed cursor with abs stuck in my brain SJBSJSN

[f1princess]

the person who posted the invasive ig story is gaining hundreds of followers atm aka getting that clout™️ ☹️

[honkkarl]

karl i woulf kill for u

[wingsoffirememes]

What people expect Moon and Co to be:

What they actually are:

[marmidiot]

Okay but the fist fight scene is Yosuke finally trying to stop putting Yu in a pedestal, he knows that admiration/devotion/slighty jealousy he has for him is not healthy at all, "crap he must throw away", he made it clear before asking him to get knocked, he appreciates him, part of him even loves him, but he thinks he deserves a good punch to get some sense into him. When Yu says "let's punch each other, so we can be equals" it's totally a way of showing how this two's relathionship feels less one-sided and more like partners.

That's why i do believe the anime did such a good job with this scene, specially that It was after the whole almost killing Namatame thing, Yosuke owns him an apalogy and both of them needs to make this better, feel better about themselves and each other, and It fucking worked, despite Yosuke was capable of making Yu feel better aside of himself afterwards, and that's what makes their relathionship so interesting, they're not perfect, but for sure they're two flawed people that can overcome anything if they propose it, remember, they're two fucking 16 years old.

And hot take, but persona 4 should have been written like persona 3, their persona evolution should have been outside of their social links, bc in that way their characters could have been more flashed out, i was dissapointed the fist fight didn't happened in the same time it happened in the anime, bc making It in his social link, not only some people may miss it, but It also felt a little weird, making the characters's actions or behaviour seem out of place in the main story depending of which part of the sl are you, such a significative changes in the characters shouldn't stay in an optional "hang out" option and i stay by this opinion

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

Okay hear me out, what if Alyx is little (A Theory I heard and like) transforms back into her (Maybe with Mouse Ears or Tail)

She finally gets to apalogize to Jaune, starts crying and his only response is to pick her up and walk to the tree.

Alyx: Wha, what are you doing?

Jaune: I told you didn't I, I'd get you to the tree... *Smile* And a Arc never goes back on his word.