#It's been sitting in my inbox for like a year

[ruewrote]

𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒.

PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader WARNINGS: no comfort, unrequited love, no use of y/n GENRE: ANGST SONG INSPIRATION: bored by billie eilish WORD COUNT: 568

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you and jj sat on the beach, the sound of waves crashing gently in the background. the atmosphere was relaxed, but tension simmered just beneath the surface.

you had been friends for years, but lately, something had shifted. every laugh felt a little more meaningful, every glance lingered a moment too long. you couldn’t shake the feeling that you wanted more.

“hey, jay?” you started, your heart pounding as he turned to you, curiosity in his eyes.

“can i ask you something?”

“sure, what’s up?” he replied, a playful smile on his face.

you took a deep breath, gathering your courage. “i’ve been thinking a lot about us…and, well, i really like you. like, a lot.”

his expression faltered for a moment, and you could see the gears turning in his head. “come on. we’re best friends. you know that.”

“i know, but i can’t help how i feel,” you insisted, your voice firm but gentle. “it’s not just a phase or a crush. it’s real.”

jj rubbed the back of his neck, looking away as if he was searching for the right words. “but… what if it doesn’t work out? what if it ruins everything between us?”

you felt your heart sink. “jj, it doesn’t have to ruin anything. i just wanted to be honest with you.”

he shook his head, a frustrated laugh escaping his lips. “you’re talking about feelings like they’re so simple! you know how things are around here. i can’t just—”

“can’t what? acknowledge that we have something special?” you interrupted, unable to hide the hurt in your voice. “i thought you felt the same way.”

jj met your gaze, his expression conflicted. “i do, but it’s complicated. we’re…we’re a mess as it is. i don’t want to screw this up.”

“you said it, it’s already a mess,” you argued, feeling the heat of frustration rising. “but we can figure it out together. isn’t that what we do?”

he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “i just can’t wrap my head around it. i don’t want to lose you, and…i’m scared.”

“you won’t lose me. but if we don’t try, we might lose something even better.”

jj looked down, his shoulders slumping. “i can’t deal with the risk right now. i’m sorry.”

you took a step back, feeling a mix of disappointment and heartbreak. “so what? you want to pretend that this doesn’t exist? pretend i didn’t just tell you how i feel?”

“don’t say it like that!” he snapped, frustration creeping into his voice. “i just…i’m not good at this stuff, okay?”

taking a deep breath, trying to process his words. “maybe you need more time,” you say quietly, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. “but i can’t just sit here waiting for you to figure it out.”

jj’s expression softened, but you could see the conflict growing within him. “i want to, y/n. you have to believe that.”

“i wish i could,” you replied, your voice trembling. “but right now, it feels like you’re pushing me away. and i can’t do this if you’re not all in.”

you wouldn’t let this define you, but you couldn’t deny how much it stung. the connection you shared was real or at least you thought it was, but if he wasn’t ready to embrace it,

maybe it was time to think about starting to let go.

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© ruewrote 2024.

[katabay]

I spent so long trying to decide on a line of dialogue to use for a caption, but EVERY line of dialogue these two have in the bachelor’s route that mentions the other makes me feel like I’ve been shoved into the middle of an intense fever dream. how am I supposed to pick just one!! you can’t do one without the other!!! or the third (daniil)!!!! cant wait to someday see what the patho2 bachelor’s route will do to me

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / tip jar!

[charlie-artlie]

I love that ur name is Charlie and you like transformers ^^

Ooooh I hope this is a bumblebee charlie reference because I love bumblebee charlie!!!

[hat-and-besom-witch]

the hatred in your heart will make all of your spells backfire😂

All of my spells work and I live the perfect life I desired and created for myself and I couldn't be happier 🤣🤣 die mad about it, a witch's power is limitless and untamed, it does not depend on men's or other women's approval, it comes from within

[viiisenyas]

would you ever write anything positive about cullen?

[ask-rena-the-psionic]

Quinn randomly appears in front of Rena, dropping me on the ground between the two. She says, “she wants to ask u something. Do whatever u want with her afterwards idc”

Now it’s just Rena and me. I stare. She stares. I keep staring, and there’s stars and hearts in my eyes. “Maim time?” And bcuz she knows some manners, “pls and thank u”

Creacher

[cel-aerion]

For the Shakespeare Asks

29. Do you believe in magic or witchcraft, even just a little?

Ask Game: Shakespeare Edition

Hmm, I think I would say so. Maybe not in big ways, but if nothing else, I believe in, like... putting intentions out into the universe, if that makes sense, which I'd say are the basis of magic and witchcraft and things like that.

Thanks for sending this ask!

[risingsunresistance]

been getting back into mother 3 after All That and every time i see the sunflower field im like. whoa. that's so neat. i am Not overthinking it !

[dragondawdles]

Hi! Do you take mcyt suggestions?? Anyway have a good day!

this anon has been sitting in my inbox for 2 years back when I was open for suggestions to catify and at the time if I had answered it probably would’ve been a no but you know what? yeah. yeah I suppose I do indeed take mcyt suggestions. I hope you had many a good day since you sent this dearest anon, and I wish for many more ahead of you

[tallbluelady]

J4. "Out of all the people to get stuck here with, I'm glad it's you."

Featuring Thorsthal's ancient, Sideritis!

Minthe stopped at the door. She hadn't been home since... since before she went to Amaurot with Hades. Since they were only Minthe and Hades to everyone they knew.

She shook herself when the door opened to reveal her brother Sideritis.

"Minthe?" he asked. He paused only long enough to see the look on her face and sweep her up into a big hug.

"Sorry I haven't come home in so long..."

Sideritis set her down. "Minthe, it's you. You don't think about things like that."

"Not until I'm all out of options..." she wiped a tear from her eye.

"Hey, come on. Sit down. I'll make you some tea."

She sighed, sat down, and looked around their family home with new eyes. It seemed far more empty with only Sid in it.

"Did they tell you they were returning to the Star?" she asked. "Or did they just go like they told us they would?"

Sideritis stared at the kettle. "They left me a note. They didn't want to 'make a fuss about it'. Didn't even wake me up for it."

"They at least went together, right? No arguments before hand?"

Sid nodded. "Yeah. They were happy in the end. Proud of me, very proud of you. I'm surprised they didn't wait for you and Hades to get married."

"Well, we... we didn't. Obviously."

"Sorry about that. Can't think of why he wouldn't."

"He found me wanting."

Sideritis looked at her incredulously. "You? You're like, the top consultant at the Bureau last I heard."

"Consultant and not creator. And I'm only the top one 'cause I'm pretty."

"As your brother I have to say that the prettiness thing only gets you so far." He got up to tend to the kettle. "Don't they enforce the mask thing in Amaurot too?"

"Mmm. Yeah. The Bureau is fairly lax on it, so I usually insist my clients take theirs off."

"Just like you to screw the rules." He handed her a cup of tea.

Minthe smiled and swirled her cup. Mint tea, because, well, that was their family's shtick.

"Sorry I couldn't find anything else. You must hate it for all the puns and stuff you get in Amaurot," Sideritis said.

"I got a lot of puns here too, remember?" She took a sip. It still tasted better than any conjured material, even if it wasn't fully steeped.

"True. Luckily for me, people have to have one of those steel trap minds like... Hydro... Hydale..."

"Hythlodaeus."

"Right, him, for anyone to realize that my name's also a pun."

"Well, I don't think I could think of a better brother to get stuck with these horrible pun names our parents bestowed upon us."

"Hey, I thought I was supposed to be comforting you." Sideritis gave her a playful shove.

"Comfort? You gave me tea that reminds me of all the dumb teases I got as a child! That's not very comforting!" she said, voice pitching up and down for dramatic effect.

Sid stuck his tongue out and they both broke out into laughter.

Thanks for the prompt and your patience!!!

[heartxandxhome]

“*holds your hand*”

Silent/Action Starters:

At first she hadn't a clue why she was here, but her use quickly became evident; these people had a forge set up in an anchored tanker ship in Insomnia's dock.

She had been here once before; years ago, before the Fall of Insomnia, when she'd first come to the Crown City and Nyx had decided to show her around the city on his days off; the port was truly massive and it made the tiny fishing harbour of Galahd look like a child's toy.

But now in the darkness of a never-ending night and flooded in the bright artificial lights, Sarah saw it entirely differently. It was a prison. prison she had been taken to, and where her granddaughter was kept away from her, and she was separated from any other hunters who had been plucked from convoys over the months. The longer she was here, the more she realised just what a slick operation these people had; they had stalked the Meldacio hunters to figure out what their assets were and when the trucks would be least-guarded by glaives and magic-wielders.

There was a massive warehouse stocked with supplies pilfered from Cotton Alley safehouses or apprehended from supply runs; they had been siphoning from Meldacio for months, if not years.

And now she was trapped here, forced to toil in this forge and only allowed to break for supper and the prayer these people offered to their gods; Micah led those. He wasn't right in the head ... but none of this settlements' people were. She could faintly remember Nyx steering her away from a robes preacher during one of their trips and his comments about some cult.

Had that spawned into this?

The sermon droned on and Sarah was too preoccupied with seeing Julia sitting with other children her age, all part of this weird community, that she didn't notice Squall slowly stepping closer. But his hand closed around hers and gave her a reassuring squeeze. And it meant more than he'd ever realise.

"We need to warn Dave ..." Her words were barely a whisper, blown out on a breath as Micah launched into another sermon. They needed to warn Dave and Meldacio about the tunnels beneath Lucis' mainland, about the stockpile of weapons and drugs here ... about the threat growing in Micah's group.

[and-stir-the-stars]

Got the brainworms.

A Nest Torn Empty, the month Mike is away. There are some flavors of trauma that might interestingly suit that scenario. These are just little brainstorms, don't feel like. Compelled to use them lmao

One might fit the idea of being medicalized, poked and prodded. Psych test after psych test, evaluations and therapy as it was in the eighties, possibly by particularly shitty professionals who try to go the therapy version of "bad cop" and INSIST mike is lying just to see if he breaks?

Another might be someone deciding to enact some kind of revenge on Evan's behalf. This could go any number of ways, but I think it would be interesting if someone who has been in Evan's position before decided to try and create some version of "a taste of his own medicine" for Mike, though obviously without the near death bit bc of plotlines etc.

And then there are less obvious things that kind of get left out. Being torn from your family all of the sudden is traumatic. He doesn't know what's going to happen to him, or to his brother and sister. Whether or not he's in another abusive place, the sheer amount of differences could throw him off. All the rules are different, all the people are different. He probably feels very isolated.

(You're giving me ideas for the au where Mike thinks Evan died after they're split up, lmao)

In terms of reactions, I think there might be more of a shutdown than his earlier behavior. If nothing he's doing yields ANY reaction– good or bad– then why bother? I think a lot of it would just lead him to be very tired by the end of it all.

Final aspect that I think would be interesting: as the kids grow up and actually learn to talk about the shitty upbringing they had, I think Mike's month away might fall to the wayside for a while. Nobody else thinks about it; it doesn't come up.

Eventually, though, it does need to be addressed. Maybe it kind of pales in comparison to the bite itself, but the experience still hurt.

(Or disregard all of this! Just brainstorming dhfjdkdksk)

okay first off I think it's so funny that I have to outsource all my "how would Mike react to xyz trauma" stuff to you,, like how dare you know him so well and have so many tantalizing Mike thoughts /honorary /pos

i think my initial idea was more along the lines of like,, Mike keeps insisting that he didn't mean to hurt Evan, but the more the psychiatrists poke and prod and question him, the less certain Mike is.

All of Mike’s claims that "I didn't know that would happen" and "i didn't mean for him to get hurt" and "i didn't want to kill him" are met with stuff like. "So there's no history of you hurting him?" "So Evan hasn't been put in danger by your actions before?" "So this behavior is a recent thing that came out of nowhere?" And just like. General questions that, whether asked out malice or from people genuinely trying to understand if Mike is a danger to himself or others, only serve to highlight in Mike’s mind that maybe he is inherently evil, because every time he swears that he didn't mean it, he's just met with a reminder of all the times he has in fact hurt Evan and others before and with the reminder that he could do it again at any time.

The idea that there are certain "professionals" there who just insist that Mike is lying about not meaning for the Bite in an effort to get him to cave and break???? Oooooh boy. Angsty, I love it. Maybe as time passes and Mike gets more and more frustrated, his "medical treatment" and "psychiatric professionals" just get worse and worse as a result of his lashing out. It starts out with the psychiatrists just trying to be thorough and get a detailed understanding of what happened, and the mere nature of their questioning frays Mike as he interprets their questions as them not believing him. He tells himself that he's crazy for feeling so attacked by them when they're professionals trained to help people, but like. It doesn't make the problem go away. Mike starts lashing out as he feels like they don't believe him. And his lashing out is ofc seen as signs of hostility, leading to worse and worse "treatment" (in both sense of the term), and leading to him being placed with awful "professionals" who blatantly tell him to his face now that he's lying about not meaning to hurt Evan to get Mike to break.

And the whole experience just, like, shreds every sense of faith Mike had in his own judgment. He doesn't know what to do or think anymore, and it doesn't matter anyway, because no matter WHAT he does or thinks it has the same result of people just. Making him feel cruel and evil, like he'll inevitably hurt someone, like he's a monster and has always been a monster and is trying to manipulate everyone here in the psych facility and everyone he's ever known into thinking he's NOT a monster for his own personal gain.

Worst thing is that in Mike’s eyes, these are strangers who don't even know him or know anything about him, and yet they don't NEED to know him to know that he's evil. Mike coming to the conclusion that theres something so fundamentally broken about him that people can PHYSICALLY SEE IT, he reeks of it, it's the first thing people see when they look at him, the ONLY thing people see. People don't even need to know him to see straight into the evil in his heart. Which is only furthered when he goes back home and all these classmates he never talked to before are calling him a murderer, not to mention Liz's ambivalent reaction to seeing him again.

[strayslost]

“You have to come with me, because if I just tell you, you’re not going to believe me.” Chuuya insisted as he dragged Verlaine by the arm down the corridor of the Port Mafia’s HQ. Finally, they arrived at a dimly lit room, a large fireplace crackling along the wall. Facing away from them was someone sitting on a sofa, warning themselves by the flames.

“I brought him like you asked.” The redhead called softly before stepping out of the room.

Slowly, the guest on the sofa rose from their seat, a tall figure with long raven hair. He turned slowly, & golden eyes gazed across the room into the blond’s deep blues. Finally, a small smile lifted his mouth & he brought his hand to his chest & the dead man gave a slight bow of acknowledgment.

“It’s been a long time, Paul.” Rimbaud greeted.

Verlaine stands there, wide-eyed and face pale as if he's seen a ghost - no, that's exactly what he is seeing. There's a vulnerability to his expression that no-one has ever seen before. He looks like a child.

The stifling silence that fills the room can't be described in words, and in only a few seconds, it feels to him like an eternity passes. The face of the man before him... it's been years, but he could never forget. It's unmistakably the face of Arthur Rimbaud. But... that isn't possible...

"What... kind of trick... is this?"

The words leave his mouth, but he isn't really aware of them. He knows that Chuuya would never be so cruel as to lie to him, but maybe Chuuya's been tricked, too. Yes- that's the only explanation. This can't be real. Because Rimbaud... he's gone forever. There's no god that would grant Verlaine's wish, no-one to listen to his prayers- no chance in a world this cruel that he could ever see his partner alive again.

...Right?

[fi3stazo]

there’s someone I had a brief conversation with in the comments of a post on my daily Panchito account and they. They sent me a simple “hola” and I’m really nervous this is not very Panchito of me

[cursivebloodlines]

“ you’ve  always  been  strong  for  me .   let  me  return  the  favor. ” - for zoeee

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She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything. She could feel his eyes burning into her, and yet she couldn’t do anything to respond. Her hands trembled, her breathing ragged and uneven like she was trying to keep herself together. It was the worst time Eric could find her. The worst possible time because she was livid. Rage fuelled her veins and Zoe was sure the slightest movement or if she so much as breathed the wrong way then she would snap. Her anger was red hot, a fire raging inside of her. She was burning alive.

Her parents found her. After years of dodging them, never staying in one place for too long, they fucking caught up with her. Zoe genuinely thought she was free from them. But her mom had the gall to show up on her doorstep, no ounce of shame whatsoever as she had the cheek to try and rope her into their shit once again. Or to hand over money, money she’d been saving for years. It was always the same when she encountered them. When the false niceties didn’t work, things turned ugly - as they always did. One of her many methods of trying to get her to cave was by screwing up the things she owned, tore them apart in front of her. A few smashed trinkets across the floor. Things that didn’t necessarily seem like much but it meant the world to Zoe because they were hers. When the crocodile tears didn’t work, in came the destruction and the blackmail and the desperation of whatever fucking bullshit she was throwing at her. But Zoe had grown up a lot over the years, enough so she could stand her own ground. It had all been a blur, her head spinning through the whole ordeal she didn’t really remember much. Well, she remembered the moment Zoe finally lost her temper and screamed at her mother to fuck off. She deserved a lot worse. Her mom finally left when she threatened to call the police, and she got told to watch her back. Zoe got the last word as she screamed at her to fuck off as she left, throwing something at the door on her way out. Then, perfect time as always, in came Eric. Who, naturally, had too many questions on his lips. He wasn’t even supposed to be here and now he had lots of questions and she didn’t know how to answer.

She’d turned away from him to start with, trying to control her breathing pattern. Now her parents knew where she lived, it was only a matter of time before they sent anyone who was after them in her direction. Because they weren’t capable of defending their own battles or facing the consequences of their own actions. Instead, they’d rather screw over their daughter. God knows who was after them at this point but she only knew one thing: it was time to go, again. But to leave again meant leaving everything she’d behind. Get rid of most of her shit, start again with the minimum. But most heartbreaking of all…it meant leaving Eric. Hadn’t she already done that in so many ways already? Running away from everything and starting over wasn’t a problem. She’d done it many times before, one more time wasn’t going to hurt. But saying goodbye to Eric when they were already in a difficult place? It was impossible.

Her back faced away from him yet she could hear the footsteps, could feel his presence directly behind her. So close. Her eyes closed as she tried to breathe deeply. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Biting her lower lip so hard she drew blood,  her mind was scrambling to get a plan together. To figure out a way to deal with all of this. But it was impossible, she felt too much, her head was scrambled and she couldn’t formulate a single coherent thought. Tears prickled in her eyes, clinging to the lids like they were holding on for dear life. Hearing his words, soft and gentle and comforting as he always was, even though she really did not deserve it - well, that was enough to unravel her.

“Eric, I -” she tried to choke out his name, her voice cracking. One hand lifted to cover her mouth, but the damage was already done as she hiccuped back a sob. Her whole world had been removed from its axis, sending her hurling in any and all directions at once. It was too much. She barely said anything, and yet she felt as if he’d cracked her wide open. So many years of hurt she’d purposely ignored, her self sabotage tendencies and doing anything to separate herself from her feelings and look where it got her. As if sensing her pending downfall, she felt his strong arms wrap around her waist, his chin on her shoulder, only retreating to press light kisses against her hair or tell her it was going to be okay. It felt like part of him was hesitant, like he wondered if he was allowed to do that or bracing himself for Zoe to fight back, tell him she didn’t need him or anyone and that she was fine. Instead, she leaned into him, selfishly letting his comforting embrace soothe her. Or try. Guilt fueled her veins and flooded into her bloodstream, the way it always did whenever Eric did something so kind and caring when she, of all people, was the least deserving of them all. After how many times she hurt him with her words and defensiveness, all those times where she assumed the worst of him out of her own insecurities, all the times she broke his heart again and again, the horrible arguments, the distance…and here he was, still here, still by her side and still being what she needed. Every time, every reason she gave him to leave her and be free of her, here he was being an angel and loving her completely. Even when he didn’t know what she was upset about, and she figured he was probably more confused than anything. Still, he didn’t push. They remained there a while as she got her emotions out of her system. 

Eventually, she turned around to look at him, instantly scrubbing at her eyes to wipe away the evidence. Why it mattered anyway, since it was obvious he heard her but still. It was like she was trying to gather what remained of her dignity. “I’m sorry. I’m okay, I’m okay,” she murmured through broken whispers, unclear who she was trying to convince more. But it was like those words set her off again, brows furrowed as she shook her head like it would stop the tears. One glance at him. God, she loved him so much. How could she ever think of leaving him again? “Okay, so, maybe I’m not.” Zoe choked out a laugh that sounded more pained than anything. Maybe she was tired. Tired of pretending to be immune and impervious to anything that came her way. Tired of pretending to be unfeeling, tired of running away from the very things she adored rather than running towards them instead.  Before she knew it, she was throwing her arms around Eric, pulling him closer and clinging on to him for dear life, like he was her anchor stopping her from succumbing to the ocean floor. “I’m just - I -” Words were a struggle, getting herself into a blind panic again. She wanted to tell him everything, wanted to explain it all but didn’t know how. Not in this state. Instead, when she felt able, she finally settled with, “I’m just… I’m so fucking sorry. For everything.” A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she tilted her head to look into those eyes she could get lost in. Her fingertips gently caressed his cheek, a shiver running down her spine feeling his skin against her hands again. “I’m done fighting. I’m tired of losing everything. I’m tired of pushing you away. I’m tired of it all.” She wasn’t making sense, words rushing out nonsensically but she really was trying. If only she actually told him anything meaningful. But maybe, just maybe, this was a start.

[sirthursday]

hey bro can I smell your dick not in a weird way though

this ask has been sitting in my inbox for eight years and today i am setting it free like a caged bird