#also are any one piece people even following me anymore…. are you guys still here ?

[ashwhowrites]

Part 1

Here is part 2!!! I hope you guys like it and it was worth waiting for. Thank you for all the love and support on part 1 🥹 it means the world. Enjoy :) never proofread

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Steve and Eddie raced to the school, anxiety in their veins as Eddie parked the van. Both boys ran into the building, following the sounds of screaming and cheering.

Steve pushed through the huge crowd, arms immediately wrapping around Y/N's body. Yanking her frame off of Jason, who is on the floor groaning in pain.

"STOP. STOP" Steve screamed, trying to keep his grip tight as she wiggled and squirmed to get out of his touch.

Eddie raced behind, going for Jason instead. Y/N doesn't fight unless she's provoked and he had a good idea Jason started it.

But Eddie's attention on Jason got caught short, hearing Steve Y/N's name as she marched down the hall.

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Steve didn't waste a second running after her. He let her walk away once, and he didn't want to do it again.

"Please, just stop" Steve pleaded, hand reaching out to grasp her elbow.

She hated that she melted once he touched her. She was mad at Eddie, but Steve hurt her too.

"what Steve? Now you want to talk?" She spat out, turning around to face him. Cradling her own elbow out of his touch.

"I'm sorry, I never should have let you walk away without listening to you first. You deserve to have the opportunity to explain." Steve confessed. He watched her closely. Her eyes were blocked off from any emotion. And her lips were turned down into a frown.

"no, I don't deserve to explain myself, I deserve to have my boyfriends trust me enough to not even think twice about a rumor like that. I also deserve to be treated as my person. Not a shell of the people who hurt both of you in past moments. I'm not Nancy, and I'm not whoever the fuck Eddie thought I was. I'm me, and you both didn't trust her. Fuck both of you. You followed behind Eddie's lead like a fucking dog. Don't you think for yourself, Steve? It's pretty clear where I stand compared to Eddie. " She said harshly, turning back around and marching out of the school.

Steve took the hit, he deserved it. He was a grown man and he should have thought for himself. He knew he was going to hurt her and he did it for Eddie's sake. He was supposed to treat both his partners fairly, and he just put one higher than the other.

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Eddie didn't waste much time with Jason. Spat out to leave them alone and followed the direction where Steve went.

Eddie found him alone in the hallway. Shoulders dropped, and Eddie assumed the conversation didn't go well.

"she still pissed?" Eddie asked, arm wrapping around Steve from behind. Steve shrugged him off and created space between the two.

"just don't touch me." Steve sighed, turning to face Eddie. Watching Eddie's face drop.

"what? What did I do?" Eddie scoffed

"We should have been better. And I should have thought for myself. With everything in me, I don't believe she cheated, and I should have told her that. I followed you and I lost her. And seeing this heartless monster you've been, I think I lost you too. If you believe she did it, that's for you to deal with. But I'm not following you anymore." Steve confessed, giving Eddie a small smile and turning to walk out of the school.

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Eddie's insecurities cost him both partners. And now it's on him to fix everything.

He always wanted to protect both of his partners, and he's the bad guy who tore it all up.

Eddie wasn't sure how Steve got home, but once Eddie made it in his trailer, he felt alone. He spent night after night in Steve's apartment, never returning home. He went into his bedroom, throwing himself face-first on his mattress.

He wanted to fix things altogether, he didn't want to talk to Y/N and Steve separately. If he was going, to be honest, and break down into pieces, he only wanted to do it once.

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Many phone calls later, Eddie got Y/N to answer. Most of his calls were answered with a scoff and the slamming of the phone hitting the wall. He barely could get a word each time. But this wasn't the time to give up. Once he finally got her to stay on the line longer than two seconds, he asked her to come over to talk.

And it wasn't easy. She was stubborn and still pissed off. Calling him every name in the book, dragging his name up and down the block, before finally sighing and saying "Be there in ten."

Eddie knew convincing Steve to come over would be easy, all he had to do was mention he has Y/N on the way over.

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The room was silent, and all three of them were uncomfortable. Y/N couldn't look at either of them, keeping her hands in her lap. Steve kept his eyes on Y/N, silently pleading she'll look up. And Eddie kept his eyes on the floor, stomach twisting in knots.

They were in this position all because of Eddie, and he knew that. All the blame rested on his shoulders and his shoulders alone.

"I want to start by thanking both of you for coming and hearing me out." Eddie sighed in one breath. The anxiety filled his stomach.

"yeah, I think it's a nice option to have a chance to explain yourself, but that's not for everyone." Y/N threw out the side remark. Rolling her eyes as she finally looked up at Eddie.

"I'm sorry for everything. Y/N, I'm sorry for attacking you right away, not letting you explain yourself, and turning Steve against you.....I know what I did was so wrong. Deep down I knew I was fucking everything up but I couldn't stop myself. " Eddie voiced out. His eyes connected with Y/N's.

"Eddie, I just don't understand why it was so easy to believe I cheated on you guys. I've been loyal, supportive, and understanding of both of you! I would have believed you guys over anyone. But knowing you chose to believe random high schoolers over your girlfriend is fucked up. And I deserve a real explanation for that. I don't care if you knew you were wrong, it's the fact you continued to be an ass to me. I'm also disgusted by the fact you saw me as someone seeking to hurt Steve and that you felt the need to protect him. Protect him from his girlfriend? That's low." Y/N didn't plan to hold anything back. She spent night after night having her thoughts brewing over and over.

"you deserve an explanation. I need to be honest with both of you and myself. I acted out of insecurity and fear. I....heard the rumor and my first thought was I cannot let anyone know this would hurt me. It's fucked up, and I picked my pride over being vulnerable. I wanted to show I could be unaffected. That the relationship between you and I isn't what I depend on to be happy. But it is, and it's fucked up of me to find that embarrassing to admit. Because it's not. You and Steve make me so fucking happy and show me what love is about. I took all that for granted and tossed it aside like it wouldn't mean anything to me. Neither of you deserved that, and Y/N you didn't deserve to be treated like that. " Eddie took a deep breath before continuing.

"I also want to apologize to Steve, I wanted to protect you but all I did was hurt, everyone. I should have been mature and brought the topic up in a controlled way. I shouldn't have thrown it out in a fit of anger and I shouldn't have turned you against her before she even got home. I was wrong and I was wrong to both of you. I know I don't deserve another chance, I know I didn't give Y/N a fair chance, but I'd like to ask for another chance at being your boyfriend again." Eddie nervously looked between the both of them.

"Before we answer that, I'd like to apologize to Y/N also," Steve sighed out, facing her fully. " You are right, I should have thought for myself. We both know Eddie doesn't communicate well, and I was the only one in that situation that could have controlled the conversation and helped us out. I should have let you explain yourself. You're not Nancy and you've proved that. I also am guilty of letting my insecurities take over and ruining everything we built. I think I speak for Eddie and I when I say, if you give us this chance, we will prove our loyalty to you. And we will always communicate when our insecurities are taking control again. "

Y/N was happy to hear both boys being honest with themselves, admitting that their insecurities got too much and they panicked. It doesn't take away the hurt and damage, but it's a start to fixing everything.

"I appreciate both of you apologizing. Eddie, I'm hurt that you felt that your pride was more important than being vulnerable with me. But I like to hear that you know what's wrong and you are aware that was the wrong thing to do. I know you are trying Eds, and I don't expect you to know what to do all the time. You know you hurt me, and you knew it was on you to fix it. Thank you for taking responsibility for that. I will give you another chance, but I want you to work on your communication. We shouldn't count on Steve for all the communication between us. If you can prove to me that you are working on that, I'm happy for you to be my boyfriend again." She smiled at Eddie, his face breaking out into his smile.

She turned to Steve, a soft look in her eyes. " Thank you for apologizing as well. Thank you for knowing I am not Nancy and thinking over my words. I understand that your insecurities took over and I would also like for you to communicate that to me. I have faith that you can do that. I am also happy for you to be my boyfriend again." She smiled.

All three smiling at each other. Both boys understood they needed to back up their apologies, and show that they meant it.

Eddie knew that no one was ever going to make him as happy as his two partners do. He's lucky enough to have two people fall in love with him. He's safe with them. He can fall apart with them and know neither will judge him. He's flawed and that's okay.

Steve knew Y/N was her person and she was beautiful. She wasn't out to hurt him or Eddie. She just wanted to love them for who they are. Steve knew he needed to think for himself, and speak his thoughts if they happened to disagree with hers or Eddie's.

"Can I kiss you now?" Steve and Eddie asked at the same time, both boys chuckling to themselves as they stare at their girl across from them.

She giggled behind her hands, nodding her head.

"who's going first?" She joked. Knowing a fight was ahead of them.

"ME!" Eddie screamed, shoving Steve as he raced across the room.

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Thnks Fr Th Mmrs/Official Goodbye Post

Well this was clearly going to happen eventually after retirement but I think it's for the best that I finally step away from this blog.

First things first, I want to thank everyone who supported me throughout the years. I started this blog in the middle of 2020 and all of you who supported me helped me get through some tough times, including the death of a family member. For a while, this blog was tons of fun. Ideas and words were flowing onto pages and the creative spark was immensely satisfying. Seeing people enjoy my own niche but vanilla works helped me feel good about my writing.

Like I said, this blog was a lot of fun. Until it wasn't. The pressure to perform, the idea that each piece had to be better than the one before it, even if nobody expected that. The growing "meta" of the community with certain idols becoming "mainstream". While I never tried to focus too much on notes, it did quickly get demoralizing to see pieces I poured countless hours of work into get less notes than some random pieces just because the idol I chose was less popular. It wasn't even really about the notes, it was about wanting to feel like the work I put in was acknowledged. Even though I shouldn't have let it affect me, as someone who always struggled with acknowledgement of others, it was tough on me. Eventually it felt like more and more of a chore to write because why bother if I'm not going to be acknowledged for my effort anyway?

This combined with drama from other writers (since this is goodbye post I don't feel bad about airing the dirty laundry, Peach you're still a bitch whose fragile ego couldn't take the same trash talk you dished to countless other people) and the community shifting to younger and younger idols to the point that I felt massively uncomfortable just communicating with some of the other writers in this circle of the internet, killed the spark I had for this hobby.

So I decided to retire. I flirted with a comeback every once in awhile, tried to finish at least a few of the multitude of partial drafts I had started to varying degrees over the years. But despite all of these efforts, I found that my love for this community truly died. But I still held onto to whatever vague attachments I had to this blog and tried to transform it into a random space to geek about my various hobbies since this was the biggest platform I've ever achieved while also messaging the few writers I still talked to. But as more and more of those writers also disappeared, it's time for me to accept that it's time to say goodbye.

Over the past few months I've been taking big steps to get my life into a place I want it to be and I think a big part of that now also involves laying this blog to rest. It's not fair to you guys who are still here expecting some type of possible comeback, and it's not fair to me to hold onto these feelings that at this point can only be reduced to nostalgia. While my catalog might not be as long or extensive as some of the other writers in the community, I'm still pretty proud of the work I put out for the most part.

If by any chance anyone still even reads any of my works, don't worry. The blog itself isn't going anywhere, I'm not deleting it. It'll stay here for a good long time. It just won't be a place I visit anymore.

Even though most of the following people are now gone, I want to take this time to thank some of the most influential people behind my time on this blog.

First, huge thanks once again to the amazing @lockefanfic and @sinsatmidnight. I've said it a million times but you two were the whole reason I started writing in the first place. You helped me onto this amazing journey and I'll always appreciate you for it.

@ggidolsmuts, @cataboliac, @themanthemyththeverite, you guys were some of my best friends in this community and I appreciate everything you all did for me. I love you guys.

A special shoutout to @kingmaker-a, you were my biggest fan and you were a huge reason why I kept going for a while. My last couple of pieces are definitely out because of your support.

A giant thank you to the 9,500ish who were here over the years. While I never quite got to 10k followers or hit 1k notes, the fact that there's still so many of you here never ceased to amaze me, especially since I never expected to get 100 followers, let alone almost 100 times that. Truly amazing and you all hold a special place in my heart.

And finally, to quote a manga I enjoy, "if you liked my work I'm happy, and if you didn't, I'm sorry but I can't do shit about that."

I'll stay on for a little bit to answer any potential farewell asks but I don't know how long that will last.

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs and keep on rocking!

[norinenglish]

Stardew Rancher AU - Intro cutscene

Here's my first piece for the Stardew AU challenge.

If you want to take part too, use the #traffic stardew au tag (You can also use the banner I made). On my blog, I will be using #stardew ranchers au as well.

The writing is under the cut.

>> Next Part

I hate this life.

Jimmy doesn’t remember a day in the last year he has not thought this. He’s staring at a computer screen, as he has been for the last seven hours, when it hits him. He hates this life. In fact, it could barely be qualified as a life. 

He misses nature. Running around in the grass, playing, talking to people… He turns his head around to look at the window, but there isn’t even any on the office walls. He looks around him and only sees rows and rows of cubicles with other lifeless people slaving all day. The clicking of keyboards and mouths, the buzzing of the neon lights, it’s all too much.

I can’t stand it anymore, he thinks to himself. I need a way out.

Suddenly, he remembers a conversation he had with his grandpa, when he was young, about the burden of modern life. He hadn’t really realised what it had meant before today. Jimmy, like his parents, had dismissed it as the stubbornness of an old man who was made to live in the countryside. But it must have stayed on the back of his mind, because he kept the letter. 

In fact… 

He opens the drawer of his desk and there it is. A fancy old letter with a fancy purple seal. 

(He’s definitely not going to think about the fact that he kept it in his drawer at work and the possible implication of that. Nope.)

With shaky hands, he breaks the seal and opens it. The swoosh of the paper unfolding is the loudest sound he’s ever heard in his life. 

The letter says: 

Dear Jimmy, 

If you’re reading this, you must be in dire need of a change.

The same thing happened to me, long ago. I’d lost sight of what mattered most in life… real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong. 

I’ve enclosed the deed to that place… my pride and joy: The Ranch. It’s located in Stardew Valley, on the southern coast. It’s the perfect place to start your new life. 

This was my most precious gift of all, and now it’s yours. I know you’ll honour the family name, my boy. Good luck. 

Love, Grandpa. 

PS: If the Sherrif is still alive say hi to the old guy for me, will ya? 

He puts the letter down and looks up at the ceiling for a second. 

In all the emptiness he feels, it’s like he’s just grown wing. 

🌿 loading🌿

The bus startles to a stop and Jimmy wakes up. 

“Pelican Town!” The driver screams. 

Jimmy looks around. There’s no else on anymore. He quickly grabs his travel bag and gets out. He says his thanks to the bus driver who just hums unhappily. Guess he really didn’t want to go that far out for just one person. 

On the side of the road is just a small clearing, with broken fences and dirt path. Someone is waiting for him, though. A man with cyan blue hair and an easygoing smile. 

“Hello, you must be Jimmy,” he sayswith a cheerful voice. “I’m Scott, the local florist. Mayor Grian sent me here to fetch you and show you the way to your new home. He’s there right now, tidying things up for your arrival.”

It takes a second for Jimmy to find his words. The reality of what he’s done hitting him finally. He quit his job. He moved out of his appartment. He sold his things and bought a ticket for this small town in the middle of nowhere to become a farmer. 

“Nice to meet you, Scott,” he says after swallowing. “I…”

Gosh, he cannot screw this up. This isn’t like in the city. The people he meets are going to be the community he’s going to live with. He wants to make a good impression. 

Scott smiles, tilting his head to the side. He looks Jimmy up and down with mischief in his eyes in a way that makes Jimmy blush a little. He must be tired. 

“The farm’s right over here, if you’ll follow me.”

Jimmy nods and follows him on the dirt path until they reach an area with a… house. Supposedly. 

“This is the Ranch,” Scott announces, waving his arm around to show the land that stretches before them.. 

The Ranch is an old building made out of wood. It looks like it’s been built in the last century. The farmland around, which was included in Scott’s gesture, is littered with some kind of forest. There are different types of trees, dead wood on the ground, bushes, and even some rocks! Is this really the farm his grandfather loved ? 

“What’s the matter?” Scott asks in a light voice. He’s got his arms crossed in front of him and an air of challenge about him. “Sure, it’s a bit overgrown, but there’s some good soil underneath that mess! With a little dedication, you’ll have it cleaned up in no time.”

He turns back towards the house itself. Jimmy notes that there’s plenty of firewood on the side of the house. Someone must have stacked it for him. That thought settles in his chest, fluttering like a bird. He won’t sleep in the cold tonight, and that’s thanks to strangers. 

“... And here we are, your new home,” Scott says. 

Just like his words summoned him, a man opens the door and gets down the few steps of his porch to stop in front of them. He pulls the sleeves of his red sweater back to his writs and offers his hand to Jimmy. 

“Ah, the new farmer! Welcome, I’m Grian, the Mayor of Pelican Town.”

Jimmy shakes his hand and introduces himself. Grian nods, seemingly satisfied. 

“You know, everyone’s been asking about you. It’s not every day that someone new moves in. It’s quite a big deal.” He turns to look back at the house. “So… you’re moving into your grandfather’s old cottage. It’s a good house… very ‘rustic’.”

“Rustic?” Scott chimes in. “That’s one way to put it… ‘Crusty’ might be a little more apt, though.”

“Rude,” Grian says under his breath, his eyebrows frowning. “Don’t listen to him, Jimmy. He’s just trying to make you dissatisfied so that you buy one of Gem’s house upgrades.”

“Gem?” Jimmy asks.

“She’s the local carpenter. She lives north of the valley, near the mountain.”

Gem, the local carpenter. Jimmy tries to mentally catalogue. She makes house upgrades.  He turns his eyes towards Scott. He doesn’t remember if he said what he was doing. 

“Anyway… You must be tired from the long journey,” Grian says, looking back at the house. “You should get some rest. Tomorrow you ought to explore the town a bit and introduce yourself. The townspeople would appreciate that.”

He turns to leave and sees the box placed next to the mailbox. 

 “Oh, I almost forgot. If you have anything to sell, just place it in the box here. I’ll come by during the night to collect it. Well… Good luck!”

They are gone before Jimmy can really say anything else. But it might be for the better, because he’s exhausted. 

“I’m here,” he says to no one. Maybe to himself. Or maybe to his grandfather. 

Going into the house is a blurr. He barely have time to register the small table with one chair, the fireplace that was lit up for him and the bed. He just melts into the mattress and passes out.

[dearest-siblingtwst]

I love the Idea about Reader being Riddle Rosehearts twins and having kind and gentle personality its sweet:D

But since we know Mrs.Rosehearts its a people who cannot be called healty parents (abuse her child mentally)

So.. i have like- 2 idea

Reader don't have any Gender applied, use "You"

In my First Thought, I was thinking, maybe you get special treatment from mama Rosehearts some Reason

papa Rosehearts died and mama Rosehearts love him deeply,

im not normalize her actions, so i hope you guys didn't thinking negative.😔

And she see's you who look like his Husband and boom you get loved most than Riddle (and Riddle think its normal since he love you too PLATONIC) and im using this Headcanon for my twst Book CHERSIH ROSES (Twin!rosehearts) in Wattpad.

You got what you wanted but you still have to strictly follow your mother rules, sometimes you sneak out to go Riddle room to make him taste a strawberry tart that your mother give to you.

"isn't this yours tart, mama only gave to you so why did you bring it here? especially just one slice."

Riddle said, worried that your mother would find out and punish him or you or possibly both of you.

"I want you to taste it too, mama brought two tarts and I already ate one!"

you exclaim and handed the tart to Riddle but in reality your mother only brought one especially for you but you wanted Riddle to taste the strawberry tart.

Riddle hesitated but as soon as he ate a spoonful of the tart, all his doubts disappeared and he really enjoyed the tart you brought him.

throughout his life Riddle was forbidden to eat Tart or other sweets because of you mother who said it was poison and that why you were very happy to see Riddle really enjoying this piece of tart.

you promised to use this opportunity to make Riddle's dream come true, even though it's just as simple as eating a tart but it feels like you have to go through any challenge just to get a piece of tart.

One day your mother told you that you couldn't see Riddle anymore because Riddle was on time for punishment.

Of course you nodded but were a little suspicious because Riddle never broke the rules in the house before you passed Riddle's room in midnight and heard sniffled.

in the end you knocked on the door and found Riddle crying of course you didn't know what was going on but you still tried to cheer him up.

Riddle was very grateful you were still by his side.

And my second Thought, You and Riddle have a same situation but for the mostly you were get cared for by your father while Riddle was get cared for by your mother.

And that you really doesn't care about the Rules but keep follow them with your genuine heart and smile to make mama Rosehearts proud.

surprisely she put you and Riddle study room together, you know Che'nya and Trey too.

But during the strawberry tart incident, you didn't play with Riddle and the others because you had a high fever and were resting and you didn't know what just going on.

Of course Mama Rosehearts was worried and decided not to force you to continue your studies for a while.

(As much mama Rosehearts are strictly i assume she still has soft spot if her child are still younger and in danger or sick, she kinda remind me of my mother too)

you lie limp on the bed staring at the ceiling with boredom, you also can't sleep because it's uncomfortable especially when your fever still can't go down.

"I wonder where Brother.. he promised me to visit me after playing with Trey and Che'nya."

You sighed and turned your body to see the window in front of you, the sky was overcast and it looked like it was going to rain.

suddenly your body jerked at the sound of the crash under the floor and started to sit staring at your door, it seemed that something had happened.

You furrowed your brows and quickly got off the bed and walked out of your room with all the strength you had left.

As you started to approach the stairs to go downstairs to check, you stopped when you saw Riddle who was crying and also your mother who looked very angry.

remembering Riddle who had offered you to play with Trey and Che'nya but you refused because of your sick condition and you realized that your mother knew Riddle sneaking out during his study lesson.

"I cannot believe this! Not only are you cutting independent study time, but i find you eating a mountain of sugar?!"

Your mother shouted at Riddle angrily and even you could see the disappointment and disgust mixed in with the emotions.

"I'm sorry, Mother! I promise, it will never happen again."

Riddle who was crying and apparently begging your mother with a trembling body made you freeze.

Your heart sank when you saw Riddle's condition, who was crying non-stop and apologizing over and over again. You saw the silhouette of your mother wanting to climb the stairs. You immediately rushed back to your room so your mother will not get suspicious.

closed the door silently and leaned against it and finally you sat down behind the door with all your energy drained.

from all your life you did see your mother screaming but you never saw your mother angry as if like an evil witch.

You also know that your study room and Riddle's have been separated so you don't have the chance to accompany him like you used to.

you still study in your room but you feel bored, you also can't visit Riddle to his new study room because your mother is there.

because your mother is busy look after riddle so you have a lot of free time, that's why you have a chance to having chit chat with Trey and Che'nya about this.

Trey felt guilty for making Riddle get scolded and blame by your mother but you felt guilty for making your mother blame Trey and his parents.

that night you snuck out of your room to visit Riddle's room, you tried knocking on Riddle's door and Riddle opened it.

Riddle was worried that you were still sick but you assure him and focused on trying to comfort Riddle.

if you think why do you have to go during night to entertain Riddle?

like the scenario above, you don't have time to accompany Riddle because of the tart incident and also Riddle's mother who always watches Riddle's movements.

therefore I thought that Riddle's mother went to sleep early according to the rules that had been implemented and night time was free time.

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1920 - jjk [ chpt 4. ]

→ SUMMARY: a photo of a beautiful smiling boy; an old tree in your grandparents garden ... and a feeling of sadness. all those things are connected to each other ...

→ GENRE: time travel au; changing fate au; rencarnation au; university au; death; sickness; historical setting; trigger topics; smut; dirty talk; switching between present and the past.

→ chapt. 3 / chapt. 5

→ RATING: 18+

→ NOTE: thank you for blowing up the first chapter with so many reblogs and welcome to all new followers. also if there are any creative people among us, feel free to design a header for this story. i will try to include every pic in the next chapters + linking your account. ( no must! ). Also please enjoy the second chapter <3 DISCLAIMER; this is a piece of art, not many events will be historically correctly.

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The Present:

You waited until your Grandparents went do bed. As the mansion fell silent you finally had the courage to get out of your room. The red skin underneath your eyes indicated that you cried after coming back. to your dissapointment the fairy wasnt with you, no matter how much you had screamed into your room. even the chat guy didnt came online anymore, while so many questions were burning on your tounge. jungkook was a kind man. a kind man who doesnt deserve to die. on tippy toes you made your way over into the library again, sure that there must be something, hidden inside one of the old books. the light was dimm which made it hard to see a thing. only the nearest books were well lit enough to make out the letters on the back of them. with a sigh you pulled 30 books out of their respective place. as you sat down on the ground with them your fingertips slid over the back of each one of them. all of those book were from the year 1918 to 1920. you were sure that you would find something about jungkook in earlier books. books no one had the idea to look into them before you. just because he died in 1920 doesnt mean there arent records about him from earlier.

but as soon your fingers wanted to open the book a knock was heard behind you. your whole body froze, there it was again, another little knock. gulping heavily you turned around to the big window, there was nothing seen beside the huge moon on the sky. there it was again. annoyed you stood up, brave enough to face whatever made that sound. with both hands you opened the huge windows, looking around but there was no one ... until ...

"hey! down here!"

your gaze went downwards into your grandparents garden. at the sight of that stranger you nearly stumbeled backwards. this cant be right? there is no way, right? underneath the small balcony there was a boy, smiling up at you. you knew that smile, of course, because you already saw it two times.

"W-Who are you?" your voice was a whisper but loud enough for him to hear.

"Pff ... you wrote with me earlier. Im Jimin by the way!" before he could shout more you decided to wave him up.

to your suprise Jimin was really skilled in climbing, it didnt took him long to jump on your balcony.

"do i wanna know how you knew where i live?"

another grin from him "your IP adress baby. You should get a VPN when you write with strangers"

you just rolled your eyes as he just went inside, in the meantime you closed the windows. Jimin looked around the library, whistling at all the books. thats when you noticed that he had a huge bag with him. before you could ask he sat down between the scattered books and opened his bag. there were a lot of different documents which he places right in front of him.

"come, im sure this will be of your interest" jimin waved you to him.

a bit hesitant you sat down beside him. it was still so weird. he looked like park jimin, his name was jimin and he even smiled like him. was park jimin his ancestor? shaking your head you took one of the documents into your hands. on the paper were various dates and locations.

"be careful. i need to bring them back later ... i got in a lot of trouble obtaining these. my uncle nearly killed me there" he took another paper and held it in front of your face. it showed a family tree and many more dates. "here look. thats jeon jungkook's family tree. do you notice something strange?"

"it ... stops after him" your fingers traced the letters of his name. underneath the blurry picture and his name .. was nothing. the family stopped continueing.

"exactly. he was the last one. no siblings, no nephews, no cousins. he was the only and the last one of his family."

"so you mean ..."

Jimin clicked with his tounge "the rumour that his family got rid of all the info involving him .. isnt true. because there is no family left. his family and family name died with him."

you couldnt wrap your head around it. if it wasnt his family, who was it then? slowly something struck you as your gaze moved back into jimins face.

"say Jimin, are you ... maybe related to Park Jimin? A guy who was Jungkook's best friend"

"hm yeah. thats why i was able to get all of these. I dont know why they were hidden on our attic tho"

"what was the relationship between your family and the Jeon's?!" out of the blue you grabbed Jimin's shoulders.

"Yah! I- I dont know! i just stumbled over them after i searched the attic for more clues" maybe jimin was really clueless. but what if it was his family who got rid of every trace Jungkook left?

Your hand reached out for another document on the top of it was a picture of Kook. much better quality than the one on the family tree. as usual he was smiling, brightly. you couldnt understand how someone would be able to kill such a positive person. seeing him smile like this and knowing what fates awaited him, made your heart break a bit. Jimin noticed that as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

"why are you so invested in his case? i mean, im a history nerd but you? you dont seem like it"

for a second you werent able to find the right words as they got stuck inside your throat "I ... I just ...-"

the more you looked at the picture the heavier your heart felt. there was something inside your chest, it tightened and suddenly out of the blue you heard the female voice again:

"oh come dont be like that. Smile for me! You know i love your smile!"

your heart grew heavier ... then there was another voice

"why ... why are you always leaving. dont go. what if you die out there?! ... i dont care if its your duty! Please stay with me!"

slowly a tear rolled down your cheek. the document you just had in your hand slipped out of it and onto the ground. jimin tried to shake your shoulder, saying something but you couldnt hear him. because the next thing you heard wasnt a womans voice, it was the voice of a men:

"dont worry okay? i will come back. i always came back to you. you will see, we will be together soon. just wait for me!"

with that sentence the time suddenly stood still. as the tears rolled down your cheeks you finally noticed that the shaking had stopped. slowly you looked around, finding jimin frozen in place beside you. one of your hands reached out to your cheek, wiping away all the tears which just kept going and going.

"you heard it right?" there she was again, the fairy sat down on one of the books. her eyes looked at all the documents on the ground in front of her "you heard his voice and .. her voice."

"that was ... his voice right? Jungkook's voice. it sounded so real ... it sounded like he was right next to me"

the fairy nodded a bit "your life and his fate are deeply connected to each other. it wasnt a coincidence that you came here Y/N. it was fate."

everything was too much. you were always able to hear voices which werent there, back in university. but you always told yourself that you were tired because of all the exam stress you had. now this fairy is telling you why you hear those voices.

"he needs you Y/N. You found another trigger point within those documents ... are you ready to travel again? to the day that picture was taken?" the fairy pointed at the smiling face of Jungkook "dont worry, the time here will stand still. he wont notice that you are gone"

wiping away your tears you looked over to jimin again. the fairy was right, your fate was to help junkook, to prevent the things that had happened to him. slowly you stood up, nodding a bit.

"yes.. im ready. take me to him"

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[teenagemutantninjatrauma]

So recently I was rewatching a few random Fast Forward episodes again (as one does when one is writing a massive AU about something) and BOY DO I NEED TO SHARE A THEORY

So like... Torbin Zixx, right.

This guy:

He gets introduced to us in the FF Bishop episode, of all times, as a mysterious vigilante who has avoided not only being captured but also getting caught clearly on any security footage anywhere! How strange! Anyways, Bishop introduces themselves to the turtles, Raph tries to attack his hologram, and the gang agrees to help Bishop catch this guy. Banger!

And then! We get to this shot.

Now, I don't know if this is a noticeable detail to anybody who like, has a life and isn't obsessed with this cartoon, BUT - boy does this face look familiar. The nose specifically is preeetty prominent.

YEAH I bet none of you were thinking THIS when watching that season (probably a good sign that you have better things to do), BUT I THINK.

ZIXX IS A BISHOP CLONE.

Consider the evidence - because there IS evidence, actually!

First of all, they get to stand back to back in the opening even though they both show up like twice? Three times? For mostly unrelated adventures? Why do they get to stand back to back instead of like, Zyxx getting a spot in the villain lineup that is also in the opening? He is ostensibly occasionally doing good but he’s mostly a trickster able to outsmart the turtles and get away - a trait Bishop has exhibited even when he almost fuckin died in Bishop's Gambit, by the way - so it feels meaningful to set him up here, back to back with Bishop of all people.

Second, they get introduced in the same episode, Bishop to Knight. I know we all rag on this season and the following season for not reaching the previous five seasons' standard, but I believe while Back To The Sewer was genuinely badly written, Fast Forward's issue was only that it wasn't given enough time to elaborate on all the things it set up - it is still written well. Things happen with intentions behind them, we are given as much closure as the show could manage, and so it feels like introducing two characters in the same episode has meaning. Combined with the shot from the opening, it really does feel to me like a point is being made here to compare the two.

Third, there is the parallel of both of them tricking Raph with their holograms - unintentionally and intentionally. It makes sense for Bishop, or someone made to think just like Bishop, to use new modern technology like this, because he's a resourceful bastard!

Look at him flinging himself at people he doesn't like. Me too, man.

"He and Bishop don't look alike!" - Well, not anymore they don't. But look at how Bishop used to look during the first five seasons, during his EPF era, and compare that to Zixx, and then compare Zixx to PGA era Bishop:

The nose, the face shape, the dual communicators? PGA era Bishop does look different and this could be attributed to either change of artstyle or the implication that his clone bodies have evolved and changed over the last century, but Zixx is a piece of who he used to be and has had to evolve differently, and thus looks the part.

(Additionally, we have already seen Bishop make clones of himself that didn't look exactly like his then-current body, when he made the Slayer army in Bishop's Gambit.)

This, by the way, would explain why there is no digital track of Zixx's face anywhere. Because hey, let's be real here - the opening of the episode is dedicated to how much information Bishop personally looks through.

If Zixx was indeed running around wearing Bishop's face, he'd want him gone, but Zixx, being a Bishop clone, would be smart enough not to get caught! Thus, the next best thing would be to get rid of any proof of similarity between them, hence these being the only picture Donnie, a de facto civillian, could find.

(Ironically, this could very well have lead to Zixx becoming the infamous enigma he is said to be in this world.)

They also fight alike, relying on acrobatics and on being able to push and pull their opponents around as needed. I am unfortunately too tired to get good screenshots/clips of this.

"But Zixx doesn't look human!"/"But Zixx has a different voice than Bishop!"/"But Zixx has green eyes!" - He's a vigilante in a scifi space show and has the face and voice of the most well known guy in all of space, is it truly a stretch to assume he might've gotten body modifications? We've already got one guy grafting alien DNA onto himself to survive and it's none other than Dr Baxter Stockman, notably another piece of Bishop's past that's come back to haunt him. Why not two?

You know this would also be in line with what I am now calling the Seeing Double Theme - Dark Turtles and a new Turtle Titan are in this story, confrontations of the future and the past self in some way, shape or form are a running theme of Fast Forward, so why wouldn’t there be a Bishop clone running around

No clue how or why Zixx would ditch the whole "protect all of Earth" mentality, but when Bishop reforms himself and swings into the extreme of establishing intergalactic peace to a point where he can't even be partial towards Earth anymore, does it not make sense narratively for his foil to swing the other way, become a typical "only looking out for myself" type of guy?

"It could also be said that maybe Zixx shows off traits that Bishop usually obfiscates, with the self-serving nature being a good example. We know all of Bishop's grand goals are really just covering for the fact that he's scared and wants to protect himself, right? If you look at the core of everything he does, it's to benefit himself. Zixx forgoes making up any justifications and says it like it is: he only cares about himself and what others can do for him." - additional comment, courtesy of THE Bishop Guy™, @violetvulpini, who's the reason I'm going this insane rn in the first place.

In conclusion, I strongly believe that Torbin Zixx is a Bishop clone gone rogue, similar in origin to the Slayer aka Rat King. He is Bishop shaped, he gets to stand next to Bishop in the opening like they're anime foils to each other, and it is SO interesting to explore.

This has been Trauma, and you've been Zixxed ✌️💜

BONUS: Headcanon territory!

Zixx's purpose was to be a "back-up" clone. Bishop has been recording his findings and work since at least the EPF era when we meet him, so maybe these recordings are then uploaded somewhere so that in case he dies and can't make the body transfer, a new clone is awoken and informed of his purpose. For some reason this system has at some point malfunctioned and awoken Zixx despite Bishop surviving - possibly during the collapse of the lab he and Stockman used to work in, or during the space war that gets vaguely mentioned at one point.

"clone six" or "version six" somehow becomes "Torbin Zixx"?

How did Zixx become a vigilante? Well, we know Bishop doesn't have human blood. Presumably the blue goop that we see him bleed at the end of Bishop's Gambit is something synthesized specifically for his body, so I imagine it would be VERY hard to come by. This, I think, would very easily lead to a life of crime he has more than the ideal set of skills for.

Bishop probably wants him obliterated but can't reasonably dedicate resources to catching or killing who he KNOWS is gonna be the ultimate most hard-to-kill guy in the known universe.

He steals Bishop's fancy car specifically just to piss him off <3

[askbendyblogg]

Hey! This post is very important about the blog and what is currently happening! Please read if you will! (Ps: this is a very long post)

Hello everyone! Not to long ago I made a post explaining some certain stuff that will be changing and other junk like that. I have come here to inform you all some bad news involving this blog. This blog will be going on a long hiatus, and I mean long. The main reason being that my connector for the cable I use for my drawing tablet has broken, which means that I can no longer draw on my laptop or drawing tablet anymore. During that time it certainly has made me realize lots of things that I do with this blog, and that includes some of the empty promises I make. I've come to the realization that I don't have the right skill for an askblog, atleast not yet anyway, and also considering I'm still in school, it has definitely taken a toll on my work. When I first started this blog, I thought it was gonna be a piece of cake! But I was dead wrong when I decided to put some story into it, I kept on procrastinating on the story and never actually added onto it which made me frustrated. And even when I wasn't working on it, the other asks that were in the askbox felt like a challenge! And that eventually evolved to me not posting for a long while. Even in the present that still is very obviously a challenge. I will like to apologize for not posting and making some empty promises, I very obviously don't have enough skill in the moment to run an askblog, so that's why this blog will be going on hiatus, and be restarting entirely. You heard that right, the art/answered asks will be deleted. The reason behind this is due to me wanting to start over, begin something new! And y’know, actually gain more skill before deciding to add a story (if that will ever happen). I know this is all very sudden, but I made the decision that I hope will be best for me! I honestly just want to get out of school before actually doing anything, cause BOY OH BOY IS SCHOOL ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE! And the moment I finally have enough time and skill, I will consider finally coming back to this blog and all of you, I have a feeling none of you will remember me or even this blog, hell, I think some of you will begin to unfollow! But that's a-okay with me, its quite understandable really, people don't exactly follow blogs that don't post anything! I'm gonna come back, thats a fact, but it will be a long time until I finally post once more, I will be back eventually. I forgot to mention, all of the asks in the askbox will be deleted, I'm extremely sorry for this! Like I said, everything is restarting and I hope you understand!

Before I finally decide to head off, I just want to thank each and every one of you, I never had any idea that alot of people would even enjoy this blog! To all the people who followed, liked, and all that other junk, I thank you×1000, I probably would've given up way earlier if it wasn't for you guys!! YALL ARE AWESOME AND DESERVE ALL THE GOOD ENERGY!!!

Alright, now incase I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight. 👋

(If you got that reference you are very swag)

[writingforatwistedworld]

I said I was going to do it.

How would Floyd/Jade/Azul court the player ? 👀

(For your own sake I REALLY advise you to go the fantasy anime way Veil. I swear it's for your own good.)

Yes! THE ANIME WAY! Not some research which made me go “oh God no. Tumble will ban me if I follow this!” like last time. (It was fun anyway though.) I do take tiny bits of real-life stuff which isn't that bad into this. For octupus only thougt. Eel is a bit too funky.

In Floyds part a very abusive relationship is being described. Please only read it if you feel 100% comfortable with that kind of relationship. I'm not joking, usually I'm not going so dark but this is a bit much. Maybe I'm just oversensitive but it feels like the darkest content I have written so far.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, abusive relationships, unhealthy relationship, manipulation, violence, isolation, obsession, kidnapping, obsession, obsessive behavior, possession behavior, possessiveness

Azul Ashengrotto/Jade Leech /Floyd Leech-Him courting you

Female Octopuses can be quite aggressive, did you know that?

So I imagine male octopus merpeople being on the rather holding-back-side-and-try-not-to-agitate side of things

So... How does this show?

First of all, you might not even realize that he likes you more than just a businessman buttering up his client

Oh no, he is getting shy

Not that you would notice that but pshhhh

The only reason why he doesn't stay still is because of the other two underwater menaces (this description was used for comical description. Writingforatwistedworld doesn't mean to offend anyone)

Jade and Floyd are his best friends but also his worst enemies

So here he is, afraid of getting beaten up... he has seen it many times in the octopus society....

But then you are so sweet! Always answering him so patiently and kind!

If he wasn't sure if you were the right one for him before (the audacity!) then he would be sure now

And... *sigh* dear, say goodbye to these legs...

I really don't want to be in your skin after that... not only were you thrown into a completely different world but now you also become a completely different kind of being....

All I can say is, good luck! At least you won't freeze in water anymore even if it's very cold! Yay?

You being kind to him is a signal to Azul which says “they like me!”

Has already made plans how the wedding should look like (I'm not kidding)

How do you dance the waltz without legs?

But don't you worry

Even before he... proposes? (I'm not even sure if I should call this kidnapping or a step towards a shared future... probably kidnapping) He already takes great care of you

Oh, put that piece of bread down. He has prepared a whole huge lunchbox just for you!

Your jacket has a hole! Take this one and give him your old one. What happens with it? On he will take care of it. (Aka make it part of his little collection consisting of stuff of you)

He is the ideal package so what do you mean that he can be creepy?

Ok him looking at you all across the sports field is kinda weird... how does he see so good with glasses??!

But look at that lunchbox! It has been made with so much love! And it's also not poisoned or tampered with in any other way! (Rereading this I just realized how sad this sounds...)

Tentacle hugs! Just tentacle hugs! You get me, right??!

He is one of those “I take care of them until they can't say no to me anymore” kind of people

Maybe a uses a huge amount a little bit of manipulation

That one person you have been talking with since the moment you got here? Nah, they aren't distancing themselves! They are just getting shy!

He becomes everything in your world

But at least you are taken care of

His job is one involving a lot of paperwork, right? So you can truly lie around and do nothing. He is the one working and doing the household chores! (He has tentacles, remember that!)

What an attentive guy!

First of all, we know that he likes to manipulate, right?

So don't expect to be spared from that

I imagine eels also being a bit more aggressive and forward so... yeah

Good luck! I believe in you!

So how do things start?

In true Jade fashion, what else?

At first you were just that famous scholar that everybody loved, him included

So he tried his best in making himself stand out in your memory

That kind merman who sits besides you in history? Oh yeah! He also brings cookies sometimes!

Mostro Louge drinks are also always free for you

Yay! A few more Thaumarks left to fix that roof!

But then you are... You (?) and things go even further south (yes they were already going south before, you just didn't notice)

Jade always thought that you would be that haughty person, not caring about a single soul in the world

And that was fine for him. With great power there comes that ego-boost after all

But them you were nothing like that, his dear sweet human....

Now that manipulation part really starts

That one student you were talking to right now? Oh no... no it's nothing but... he had been talking about you behind his back...

Of course they would never actually dare to do that but you know Jade

Cutting everyone else off is his highest priority

So once you can only depend on him he can do with you whatever he wants

Azul surely owes him a thing or two... he has a pretty interesting flasks with certain potions in his room...

If you guessed a potion which would turn you into some sort if merperson then yes, that also

If his plan doesn't work that other flask can be pretty handy... there is a reason why people steer clean of love potions, just saying

So let's say you trust him fully at this point, whether due to love potion or not, he will try to make you get used to the sea

He remembers being like a fish on land (got it??! Got it??! Ok sry... moving on...) the first time he used his legs

So at least being as much as possible in the sea should help you (in his mind at least)

So yeah, once you are down there there is no way to escape from him anymore

You had the advantage on land but now you are in the depths of the sea

So why not just cozy up and hand your very being, identity and personality over to him? There is no way out anyway...

He is more on the physical side than his brother

He won't hurt you though... much

But don't you worry, you will survive it, at worst only partially you behave badly

So one day, Diasomnia went monkey

Imagine! The great Overseer has descended!

Or in his mind, the only historical figure he actually liked because of them being able to fight back and not getting beat whilst doing that (we remember Ursula, may she rest in peace and her brother be cursed)

Floyd creeped out other kids not only by being himself (he is kinda a oddball, admit it) but also whilst talking about the Overseer

He is that one person in history class we all know and notice simply because of their knowledge about history

But surprise surprise! He is only so hyper-fixated on you!

So now that we know when things started, lets continue

Admiration grew into something that shouldn't be and now you have someone who beats students left and right the second they look at you up

The outcome isn't so different from what Floyd tries to achieve, only acquired with violence

But things on your part haven't turned bitter at this point

Just a bit sour... like lemonade or lemon pie (or what ever is out there that tastes lemony)

Remember, he isolates you by beating people up

Once you are like that, *sigh* try to keep him happy, ok?

After all, if you aren't like the one he expects you to be he just needs to bend you until you finally are

You... get what I mean, right?

So smile dear! Smile so can be somewhat happy as well!

Floyd doesn't need potions or to kidnap you into the deepest depths of the sea to keep you with him

Fear is a strong thing, you know?

And you know, they always say “I can change them for the better!”

No you can't sweety, leave them immediately

I would like to tell you that things get better but no

Even if you behave like he wants there is still that feeling that something is very wrong

At least you hadn't realized this with Azul and Jade

The only way to actually escape this is to accept Malleus proposal and become his partner

Floyd can't fight against an entire kingdom

This is a doomed relationship (I'm sorry Floyd fans)

I can't even do this last sentence thingy this is so horrible please get help if you are in such a relationship or if yours reminds you of this one!

[neptunes-sol-angel]

ஓ๑Morla, The Ancient One๑ஓ

This is chapter one from my 'The Neverending Story' series. This is a pick a pile reading meant to highlight the areas of your life where you are bypassing. Pick the picture(s) that you're drawn to, then scroll down for its corresponding message.

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Pile one Pile two

Pile three Pile four

☆ Pile one ☆

What are you pretending to not care about?

You're pretending not to care about the loneliness that you feel by thinking that indulging in isolation will be the remedy for the disconnect that you have with humanity. There could be pain that you're still holding onto from the past regarding people not treating you with any kindness or in general, you don't resonate with the personalities around you.

Perhaps, you still feel homesickness when you're in a room filled with friends or family. Whatever that contributes to this missing piece in why you don't feel like you belong where you are, is building resentment within yourself for not being a certain kind of way and the difficulties that you face. You're not to be blamed for your misfortunes in attaining healthy relationships, but you also can't keep blaming others for why you deny yourself from connecting with someone when you really want to. It may feel easier to be alone because you just want to hurry up and shine like a star on your own so that your loneliness won't hurt anymore. But the biggest part in ascension when it comes to healing is being real with yourself. You're not being real with yourself by saying you don't care about having relationships and you're not not being real with yourself by saying you're not cut out for friendships. You're cut out for friendships because you've been a real friend to others, it wasn't your fault for how irresponsible they were with what you've given them.

You truly shine and flourish when you're honest about who you are and what you want. This includes acknowledging the fact that a sense of belonging and friendship is what you desire. Weaponizing your solitude as a means to shut yourself out from the world instead of letting yourself be receptive until you encounter like-minded people is just putting a bandaid over a wound that's still there.

You crave real changes, not self-defeatist bandages. You must allow yourself to care about the void that you feel so that you can know how to fill it. Fulfillment starts with you. You cannot continue to make yourself invisible because of how people made you feel about your differences. You're a star that deserves to be seen, keep exuberating your light because your soul tribe is out there just waiting to follow it right in your direction.

☆ Pile two ☆

What are you pretending to not care about?

You're pretending to not take heed to what you're actually feeling to please someone else. What's sticking out the most to me now right now is that you guys need to stop saying yes to people when you really need to say no. It's time to re-evaluate this overachiever mindset that you have of not putting yourself first to be the first in line for tasks that are more than likely not even providing you with a proper exchange, because I'm picking up a strong amount of burnout.

For some of you, this can look like asserting boundaries with your job. Please stop taking on more hours or other people's shift to do more than what's necessary only to recieve not even enough money, the recognition that you deserve, or even the promotion and raise that matches the excessive work that you probably didn't even apply for. Do not let these work places intimidate you, continuing to be passive with your coworkers and managers taking advantage of you in hopes of seeing something come out of it, is taking away from your time and health. And not saying what you really mean, is only affirming to these people that they'll keep unleashing the load on you because they know that you won't complain.

For the other scenario, this can look like keeping a clean and pristine image of always being positive when really you're not feeling that way. There's a difference between changing your mindset and saving face. It won't kill you, if you're unable to be optimistic at the moment. However, it will kill you to let your most harsh emotions like sadness, disdain, anger, or even lethargy, ruminate inside. Give those parts of you room to be seen because it also allows room for them to grow.

Your emotions are only healthy by how you handle them, happiness can become unhealthy when by using it as an excuse to be reckless or to be insensitive towards others who are not, but most importantly, when you fake it. Jealousy and anger gets loud and destructive, whether it's to others or to yourself, when you silence it. Exhaustion becomes unhealthy, when you see rest as something that's earned than it being a need.

Take note of how much you're minimizing yourself to your detriment in order to be someone that's dependable or worthy in other people's eyes. Be dependable for yourself, you need you more than other people's approval and sentiments. This world can be a fickle place with people who take you for granted, it's up to you, to be the person that knows your worth and that you're more than deserving of rest, nurturing, and space for your voice and emotions to be heard.

☆ Pile three ☆

What are you pretending to not care about?

You're pretending to not care about life. Something is on it's way and deep down you're hoping for a specific outcome or just good results to happen but you're discouraged about thinking anything of it because you've been in this spot before, and I'm getting you're tired of constantly being excited about stuff only to be disappointed afterwards.

Trying to hide away from the potential of failure is deterring you from the formula of how to reach satisfaction. You have to keep yourself open to what these rejections are showing you in order to reach approval for what is right for you. Failure is never the permanent outcome. I understand that it feels better to not expect positivity with the risk of disappointment, but are you truly bringing yourself peace of mind by expecting that life is only filled with negativity and an ending that isn't in your favor?

Truly release the outcome, by understanding that what is meant for you will not going to miss you. The package of success is going to reach your doorstep eventually, but don't waste your time by keeping yourself stagnant in living because of the fear of things of not going right or what didn't go right. Keep searching for things to look forward to in life. It doesn't have to be huge or even long-term, start with the little things that make you enthusiastic about living.

Tomorrow can be day away, but it isn't promised. Do not wait for anything that takes away from making the most out of your day. Maybe you're waiting for you're waiting for a message, maybe you're waiting for an event, maybe you're waiting for the day where you can become "you" again, but appreciate every phase that you're in by being present with where you are right now.

Don't let your time be in vain and this doesn't equate to society's definition of "productivity". If you feel that you're procrastinating on getting something done, this is a sign to pause and think if your body is trying to tell you something. The most annoying but rewarding lesson behind releasing the outcome, is understanding where you're leaving yourself behind in order to get ahead to a destination.

Is this your end goal? Question yourself if this matter is everything? How do you expect to reach the next level in life if you're leaving pieces of yourself behind? And how do you expect to get out of a situation by forcing yourself to not see a direction. Hope isn't a curse, it's a blessing. It's not wrong to have it, and it's going to pay off in the end. Don't put your life on hold,  "dust yourself off and try again".

☆ Pile four ☆

What are you pretending to not care about?

You guys are pretending to not care about your growth. Some of you in this pile could be in school. There's something here that you really want to do, but you're not happy with the progress that you're making. You feel rejected by not being where you want to be in this skill and it's frustrating to the point where you feel like reversing the roles is going to make you feel better. You're pretending that this doesn't matter or mean anything at all to you.

I feel that most of you have dealt or are still dealing with parents that either pressure to build you into something on their own timing or pressure you to break you down because of an ongoing link in your family where support is absent. I want to interject this by mentioning that you're more than what they expect you to do, whether it is to fail or to succeed. You matter, period, not because of what their standards and projections are. You're capable of exceeding so much more than what people limit you to be, and it's going to happen on your own timing, that's the beauty of it, don't worry about speed.

I know that it's easier said than done because of how much that abuse has effected you socially. You could have performance anxiety, where it's hard to do new things in front of people or it's hard to have the confidence to make the first step in something because "trying" is mortifyingly embarrassing for you in front of people. I'm picking up that some of you guys are really passionate about literature, but there are some demotivating factors around you that could relate to how unique you are. I'm getting multiple scenarios.

Internalized racism could be one of the reasons for some of you, like for instance, your own people could feel like you don't have what it takes or this could also be yourself, not feeling good enough about your craft because you do it differently than what's culturally acceptable.  That was a very specific scenario that I got for someone, so disregard if that wasn't for you. The main message here is to not discourage yourself from working towards something that actually means a lot to you.

Don't quit because you fail and don't succeed for other people. You have so much talent that's too precious to waste, do it for yourself because it makes you happy. You break the cycle in your family by choosing to go for the opportunity instead of retraining for it to stay in a place with people who are miserable because they chose not to do it for themselves.

Creativity thrives in a person that chooses to create anyways, regardless of how to public views it. Apply this to your life as well. Continue to live your life instead of shying away because of how other people see you. How do you see yourself? It matters how you answer this question. Believing in your greatness is what will take you far and away from the places that try to suffocate you. Keep growing (and trying) until you've outgrown the naysayers.

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Thank you all so much for reading ♡ I hope that you're enjoying this series so far. There are three more chapters to go. Feel free to check out my other pick a card readings and if you'd like to purchase a personal one, then you can book here on my website 🌌.

[youn9racha]

New Chapter—Departing from This Account

hey guys… its ella aka youn9racha here

i’m back on here to regretfully to tell you all that i’ll be leaving the stayblr fic community. i’ve had so much fun being on here and i never regretted anything that came out of this account. it had been a wonderful one-two years being on here, and if i could, i’d relive this moment over and over again.

i cherish the people i’ve met here, the ones that got close enough to have my socials and the ones i’ve casually talked, whether through comments, reblogs and dms. y’all are wonderful and made my experience on here so special to me. words can’t describe how much this account means to me.

there are many factors on why i’ll be leaving, one of them being my university taking up most of my time, but the other factor that kinda hurts to admit is that i’m not as interested and invested in stray kids as i used to before. i still love my eight boys, in fact they’re the only kpop group i follow on my socials and i don’t intend on removing them anytime soon, and i still very much love bang chan. but i’m just not as obsessed with them to the point of writing stuff surrounding them anymore. I’ve been too preoccupied with life that it slowly drove me away from them, even to the point of me denying.

i’ve also developed new interests and hyperfixations, namely one piece, as being pretty evident as my recent posts about the live action series, so that also drove me away from writing for stray kids.

but all in all, it really has been fun being on here and writing for these eight men that have impacted my life from late high school till now in the best way possible. its crazy to think that i’ve been loving these boys from senior year of high school when i was 18 and now i’m a senior in college, truly i cannot thank them enough on how much they mean to this day. but i have to leave this part of my life behind. who knows, maybe i’ll start being obsessed with them again? only time will tell if that were to happen.

as for this account? i don’t intend on deactivating this account because i still cherish this account and i don’t think i’m ready to deactivate it yet. and besides i know some people like to read my stories even though i still haven’t fixed my masterlist—i promise once i have the free time i’ll fix it i swear! so why should i take that away?

anyhow, its been fun. i’m gonna miss writing her…

c ya !!!! 🫶🫶

p.s. if any of my mutuals on here wants to still interact with me, just dm me and i’ll give you my socials (i am technically an anonymous person, and i do go by a fake name so i’m not gonna give it out to anyone)

p.p.s i’ll still watch skz’s new cb

[runthepockets]

hi!! just coming into your inbox because i saw you posted about the show ramy & i also loved it & have nobody to talk to about it. i know ramy youssef said he might make a season 4 but it's not official and i can't stop thinking about what a season 4 would be...fatherhood? but also he still owes a bajillion dollars due to that diamond piece he lost, right? idk. i welcome any and all thoughts <3

Hey dudette! Thanks for the follow, I'm in a pretty similar position so I feel you lol. The girl who introduced me to the show was a girl from a dating app and we don't really talk anymore so I don't have a lot of people to talk about it to either, thanks for hitting me up!

If the series ended where it left off, I'd be down with that, but I also can't deny I'm curious as to where the Hassan family + their friends end up after the third season. Putting my theories under read more cus it's a lot.

Here's what I'm thinking: it takes a really long time for Zainab to come around, but by the last 1-3 episodes she kind of accepts that Ramy is the father of her kid and she can't deny that, nor take that away from her daughter, and she can only come to this conclusion after a lot of time spent as a single mother (which comes with pros and cons) and a lot material proof that Ramy is a changed man; yeah he's still got his vices and flaws, but we all do, and he's not fucking his cousin or doing deals for the Israel mob anymore and he's finally found a nice balance between being a peaceful, average American millennial and being the firstborn son of an immigrant, which is definitely not an easy pattern to break.

Dena gets married, for sure, but the majority of her character still revolves around her studies and her career. There's scenes where her fiancé (I forget his name) gently drags her away from her studies to go on cute little dates or to remind her to eat dinner or to take her to diners for breakfast and catch up and pray and all, flirting with her over text and calling her on Facetime every now and then and linking up on weekends and vice versa, and it's established pretty well that he has a life of his own and is doing pretty well with his roommates and stuff. He and Dena get married a little after she passes the bar.

Farouk and Maysa have to sell the house, and it's super bittersweet. Ramy and Dena help them move all their stuff into this cute little 2 bedroom apartment, the second room doubling as a guest room and as a room for when one needs space from the other. It's weird not having the kids around and it's a little closer to the city than they like, but it's got a lot of perks too. Maysa can drive for Lyft and make friends easier cus everything is Right There, Farouk actually finds his rhythm as a con man, which complicates things a little but also, we all know he's a good and smart guy and would eventually know the law well enough to skirt around it, so it's a start. Their marriage improves a lot too cus they're finally humble enough to talk to each other about real shit.

Uncle Naseem doesn't accept being gay fully till like, the last three episodes. Post retirement of course. Ramy finds some old love letters while helping him clean and move the rest of Naseem's shit from Jeweler's Row and just smiles and nods to himself, dropping aforementioned shit off at his apartment with nothing but a little extra bundle of cash; both as a way of saying "sorry about the bullshit" and "don't explain; I know." and it's cool. As a cherry on top, he might have even made up with that guy at the gym, or he might have found a new guy.

Shadi should meet up with Steve at some point and get into the DJ scene proper; it's hard for him when Farouk and Maysa have to move into a smaller apartment without him, but he finds a decent and diverse group of rave bros during a set one night and it saves him from having to spend the rest of his time in the U.S. on the street. He falls for a cute black hippie chick during one of his sets, and they move in together. It's a little small and cramped but he has her and her cat has already fallen in love with him so how can he have any more reserves? This is just where god wants him to be,

I can't speak for any of the minor characters, or the cousin that Ramy stopped fucking, but yeah. This is my take. If you wanna talk more, feel free to DM!

[creative-time]

A proper fair well

Well… here we are, I’m actually leaving

I just want to be clear, I love dhmis. The original series, and the pilot, will always have a special place in my heart. I’m still a fan, just not so much of a fan that I would spend like 75% of my life dedicated to a tumblr blog about it anymore.

Maybe it’s just burnout, or the fact that I was so disappointed in the tv series that it finally broke me, or the fact that I started this blog when I was 14 at the beginning of 2016.

I started running this blog when I was 14, and I’m 21 now. For nearly 7 years now. We had some good laughs, I met some people that would change my life, for better or worse. And I could have never imagined that I would gather so many people together like this.

And I really hate to sound ungrateful, but, it still kinda makes me a little sad when people say I’m the dhmis news guy, because this blog was always supposed to be more than that. It was supposed to be ALL of the dhmis fandom. All the art, all the memes, all the conversations. This blog was about you guys! The people who made this fandom even possible! The people who built it from nothing, for everyone now to enjoy. I loved sharing news, but I loved sharing your, and my, creations even more…

I guess being considered the “dhmis news guy” just kinda made me think that I was easily replaceable in the fandom, like… if one day I stopped, someone else would just fill the hole that I was in super easily and no one would really notice I was gone.

I think a lot of people forget that… I’m a person… Creative-Time IS a person… I was a person this whole time… making sure this blog didn’t turn to dust and constantly being ridiculed, mocked, or straight up harassed and sent death threats to the point were I would sometimes cry myself to sleep. But I realized that all that just wasn’t worth the energy, this wasn’t worth the energy.

There’s probably so much more I could say here… I just wouldn’t know where to start. And maybe I’m saying all this super wrong and someone is gonna look through it with a fine-tooth comb and tell everyone that I hate them and tell everyone I’m a horrible person, which perhaps I deserve.

I would like to thank all the people that have actually tried to get to know me, I’m sure you know who you are. You all made running this blog a little bit more happier for me, and I hope you all are happy too, even if we never cross paths again.

I think the only thing that could ever get me back into the fandom and this blog is if there is more dhmis that is actually good, or the pilot get released in HD in some shape or form. Other than that, I think I’m done here…

I won’t be deleting this blog, but I would request no new followers or dms unless it’s the pilot in full hd.

If anyone really wants to ask any follow up questions, please send them to the ask box on my main @cosmicxd but I would like to remind you all, I’m an adult, my friends and mutuals are adults, so if your under the age of 18 I would suggest not following my main because me and my friends are… UNHINGED and we have a whopping ZERO filters. I really don’t want to block any of you but if I know you are a minor and you follow my main anyway, I will not hesitate to block you, so just don’t. thanks I’m advance.

Now, a few things that I should wrap up in a bow.

Here’s what might be the final piece of artwork I do for TeVi and Purple Girl, I will try to make a series to put them in in the future but I want to work on another original series right now so it might not be for a while. So there are not really consider dhmis ocs anymore I guess. Just puppet ocs now

Also, a final update for Mini Mean Steve: Finally found some model magic and Mod Podge glad to say he is finally complete! He will be my most treasured possessions

Thank you for reading all the way through this, and for one final thing

Here a sketch of me kissing icehell Tony and Paige. (Because if im going out, I’m going out with a hell-freezing, earth-shattering BANG!!!)

Thank you all once again, and I’ll see you on the flip side!

-Creative Time

[lexa-griffins]

It's always bothered me that I see people saying "always reblog" on gifsets or drawings but ignoring someone who just created a brand-new piece.

The same goes for writing. I see people say I just re-read this for the 4th time but won't take the time to read something someone recently wrote. People are actively killing fandoms while saying I don't understand why nobody posts anymore.

While I 100% get there being fics/art/gifsets that are iconic in certain fandoms but the truth is that people will not allow the space for anything new to be made recognized.

One of the things I have realized that happens a lot now is people just don't go to the tags. They don't. They wait for the people on their dash to reblog stuff. And what does that usually mean? That in fandoms with a few blogs everyone follows, those blogs basically dictate what makes it big or not in the fandom because it'll only be reblogged and shared if they reblog it. Now, I am by no means saying bigger blogs need to reblog anything they don't want just for the sake of it. What I mean is people don't go look for any fanart and fanfic that is newly released and even if they do, they will a lot of times wait for it to be "approved" by the bigger blogs before reblogging it.

You can also see this when it comes to fic recommendations. Its always the same 20 fics being recommended, usually all from the height of the fandom and the newer ones are always from the most popular blogs. People seem scared to read new stuff and give new authors a chance. Because they want new fics but they want new fics from a very specific group of people.

And then! Then it's the people who don't reblog, don't comment, don't say anything that will go "update?".

And I am going to be really honest here: if its fanart/fanfic you enjoy and that was just posted with little notes and your queue is months long..... just add it to the queue but still reblog it right away anyways. Especially if you dont plan on adding any tags/commentary. Just reblog it that moment. The fact I've had people ask me directly for fanart and then just leave a like without me knowing if its in the queue or they just decided their need to look at what I drew for them is done and no need for further action.

People have been asking you guys to reblog stuff. That not doing so is killing people's desire to share their art because things go forgotten 3 hours after its posted, if that long. Ficlets, doodles, all of those deserve to be shared. If you only reblog things that have been "approved" and fully polished or they aren't worth you sharing them, then you are co tributing to killing fandoms, you're telling the new writer and the new fanartist in the fandom "come back to me when you are a pro and maybe I'll consider you worth a reblog."

Go to the tags, and go look for fics without recommendations. Reblog traditional art and doodles. Im not saying reblog things you straight up dont enjoy. But while fandom is a personalized experience, dont let it be come to a point only what is considered worthy of being seen comes across your dash. Because you'll miss art and fics and gifsets and meta posts that you might enjoy that the people you follow simply didn't.

[lea-andres]

This almost wound up in an unwitting person's asks, but I decided last second this probably stands better as its own post.

This isn't set off by anyone in particular, not even the person I almost yeeted this rant at unprompted. So I'm not mad at any one individual person, just at the fandom as a whole tbh.

It's no secret I love me a good villain redemption arc. A villain having some sort of moment that makes them want to switch sides and stop being so horrible, and all of the emotional hardships that follow as they struggle both to obtain the forgiveness and trust of the heroes they used to fight so bitterly with but also to find it in themselves to forgive themselves? And those moments of tension where something goes wrong and they slip up and some people point at them and go "See? They haven't changed, they can never change." And the anger, hurt, and feelings of betrayal that follow?

Ooh, that's the good shit. I'm a sucker for it. I've obviously got my thoughts on how it'd go for the Hooligans if we really REALLY wanted to focus on the emotional hardships of a full blown redemption arc (TL;DR: Bark has the easiest time with the transition from bad to good, Bean has "Harley's Holiday" style troubles where he's just a little too weird for the average person to stomach despite his best efforts to be good and nice, and Fang has the hardest time and hits the level I like to call "barely housetrained" where he's still a nasty piece of shit and barely anyone trusts him but at least he's not actively evil anymore? Yay?), but we're not getting into that again today.

No what we're getting into today is how SOME OF YOU like to just skip all the meat and potatoes and jump STRAIGHT TO THE END AND ONLY GO "LOOK AT HOW SOFT AND UWU THIS VILLAIN IS NOW!"

"How did we get here?" I ask eagerly, craving that sweet, sweet content.

"IDK, LOL" comes the response, followed by more soft fluff.

It makes me want to chew my hands off.

Even if you don't really want to focus on that part, even if you're not confident you could tell that story as well as someone else could, you should at least HAVE AN IDEA! You can begin with the end in mind, that's fine, but we need something connecting point A to point B! Even if it's just an awkward rambley SparkNotes summary! I'm crazy enough that It's better than nothing!

I'll spare you guys the same ship rant AGAIN, but some of the ships floating around here have the same problem. Yeah yeah, soft domestic bliss, you can set up Sonic characters on a dartboard, get two at random, and draw them sweetly canoodling. BUT HOW DID WE GET HERE???

Some of you skip over the real good part to get to the point you think is the good part and it drives me fucking bonkers. It's about the journey, not the destination, or something. IDK.

Alright, I'm done for now probably, back to our regularly scheduled bullshit. 😎✌️

[geminiamethyst]

Momoharu Week 2023. Day 1: Trust/Betrayal

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This is a sequel from the Mastermind AU that I did last year. People last year enjoyed it more than I thought and I kinda sorta wanted to do a follow up from it. What better opportunity than this XD

Also, unlike last year, any art that I have might not be great or not done at all because I’ve been too busy to draw anything good. So art might seemed a bit rushed or there will be days that don’t have art at all.

Maki had woken up with a headache and slight feeling of nausea. At first she thought that she was sick from a motive that Monokuma had cooked up. Then she realised that her wrist and arm were sore. When she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings, she immediately remembered what had happened. How she had accidentally found the secret passageway in the girl’s bathroom. How she found where the Mastermind hid and was caught. And worst of all, finding out that Kaito was the Mastermind all along.

How could Maki have not seen it?

Either she was being uncharacteristically naive, or Kaito was extremely good at acting like an idiot.

Maki didn’t want to believe it. All those moments that she had with Kaito. The training, the insistent wanting to have her hang out with him, the talks that they had and that stupid nickname that she started to come around to. Everything that Maki had felt or seen whenever she was with him suddenly felt wrong. Kaito was someone that she felt like she could trust. Someone to fall back on when she needed him. Someone to talk to when she had no one else.

Someone that she came to love.

And Kaito just trampled all over the things that he had built up with her. If there was ever a time when Maki felt like her heart was shattered into billions of pieces, it would be now. The despair that she was feeling was almost too much.

Now she can never trust again.

Just as that reality sunk in, there was a quiet click. Maki snapped out of her depressing thoughts. She glared at the door as it slowly opened. Her face darkened as Kaito popped his head in. He was still wearing the black and white clothes with that stupid red eye shadow. The worst part? He had the gall to smile as if nothing was wrong. When he closed the door behind him, Maki noted that he was carrying a plate of food. Sushi rolls? Really? How can this guy be the Mastermind, and STILL continue to act like the biggest idiot in the world? Maki continued to glare as Kaito approached her nonchalantly.

“Get the hell away from me!” She sneered, trying her best to move further away. Kaito stopped in his tracks, his smile vanishing from his face. Well, at least he didn’t dare to come any closer. However, his face was unreadable, making it hard to tell what he’s thinking.

“Calm down. I’m not trying to hurt you.” He spoke calmly, his front foot looking like it was ready to step a little closer.

“Oh really? What do you call this then?” Maki challenged, pulling at her still cuffed wrist. She yanked on the chain to prove a point. She held back a wince as the cold, cruel metal dug into her skin. “Kidnapping? No, let’s not call it that shall we?”

“Maki Roll-” Kaito started, raising a hand as if to stop her from hurting herself.

“Call me that again, and I’ll rip you to pieces!” Maki spat, trying to get herself even further away. However, the side where her wrist was handcuffed prevented her from moving any more.

“Please, just let me speak.” Kaito begged, staying still. He looked like he didn’t want Maki to hurt herself anymore.

“I’m not listening to a bastard that I thought I could trust.” Maki sneered, turning her head. She can’t even look at him. Just being in the same room as him made her feel sick. She just wanted to break out of this room, find the others and end this game! She refuses to die here! If only she could, she’d snap Kaito’s neck. No, she’d do worse than that! She’ll rip him apart as slowly and painfully as he could. Let him feel how Kaede, Kirumi and Korekiyo felt when they were executed. Give him a taste of his own medicine. The bastard deserves it after all.

Maki was snapped out her murderous thoughts when she suddenly felt the bed shift a little. She pulled back again when she realised that the idiot dared to sit near her. At least he’s far on the foot of the bed. But it still made her skin crawl just being this close to him. He placed the plate on the bed, gently pushing it towards her.

“I brought you something to eat.” He carefully spoke, looking back up at Maki.

“I’m not hungry.” Maki argued.

“Liar.” Kaito smirked looking amused.

“Ironic, isn’t it?” Maki sneered, not seeing the humour in this.

“Maki please-” Kaito started. He stopped when Maki suddenly lunged at him, her hand outstretched. He leaped off of the bed. Maki wouldn’t have reached him, but he still didn’t want to risk his eyes being clawed out. He looked at Maki as she returned to her other position, knees close to her chest, but tensed up like a tiger that was ready to pounce.

“If I wasn’t handcuffed, you’d be dead!” Maki growled, her face dark as night and her hair bristling like a cat. “Now leave me alone!”

Maki’s shout sounded like an echo. Everything was just so silent. It was like being captured in a photograph. Perfectly still. Kaito was stood still in shock after Maki had just tried to attack him. Maki was on the bed, her arm was the only thing not curled around her as it hung up, almost limp by the handcuffs.

Perfectly silent. No one said a word, even their breathing couldn’t be heard. But this photograph was eerily accurate to the atmosphere all around the room. It captured all the tension and the distrust that was emanating. There was no other feeling other than hate, rage, distrust and being heartbroken. No one could rip free from the positions that they seemed to force themselves in.

However, someone had to.

“Let me ask you one thing: if I wanted you dead, why would I be trying so hard to keep you alive?” Kaito finally asked, his stance becoming more relaxed, almost calculating. Maki blinked, but didn’t relax. She preferred to stay on high alert as possible. Kaito continued, taking her silence as an invitation to be heard. “Maki Roll, I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I need you trust me when I say that I want you to live. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Once again, it was like being trapped in a photograph. Only this time, Kaito was trying to extend an olive branch so to speak. He needs Maki to trust him on this. He’s becoming desperate. Maki was the only thing that helped to keep him sane. He can’t lose her. But he’s running out of time. He didn’t know how much longer he can stall Monokuma for.

“You expect me to believe that bullshit?” Maki challenged, her glare darkening even more. No, no, no, no! This can’t be happening! Kaito can’t lose her! Not now! Not ever! He needs to keep trying!

“Maki Roll, please I-“ Kaito started, but was cut off. But not from Maki! This can’t be happening! Kaito tried to hold it in, but he suddenly started coughing. He felt horror as he felt something crawling up his throat.

“Faking an illness now? You must be desperate!” Maki sneered, thinking that Kaito was pathetic. At least until the coughing sounded too genuine to fake. Then there was this horrible sound of Kaito coughing so harshly that his body jerked forward. And there was blood all over his hand and mouth. Maki was so shocked that she couldn’t even think. She was completely blank like a canvas. All that she could do was just stare.

Kaito looked back at her, looking just as horrified himself. He had never shown a face like that before around her. Or any of the others as far as she knew. Kaito tried to wipe the blood away with his sleeve, but all that did was smear the blood even more on the lower half of his face. Seeing that it wasn’t doing much good. Kaito looked back down at Maki. She didn’t need to ask anything, he knew that. He could tell what she was thinking right away. Instead of answering the silent questions, he just backed away slowly, reaching behind him. He couldn’t describe the relief that he felt when he felt the door handle at his finger tips.

“Just…please just eat…” he begged meekly, gripping the door handle. Maki watched silently as he slipped away, locking the door behind him. She stared at that empty space. She didn’t know what to think at that moment. What just happened? Why did Kaito cough up blood? Maybe he was poisoned? He might have been blackmailed into doing this. Something didn’t seem right. lol of a sudden, what he said didn’t make any sense. If Kaito was the Mastermind, why was she alive? He should’ve killed her by now. And now that he’s coughed up blood, showing more doubt about Maki’s first thoughts about him being the Mastermind. Her mind was just flipping like a coin. Trust Kaito and probably live and maybe help him get a cure. Or distrust him and die.

Trust…

Distrust…

Trust…

Distrust…

…trust.

[golbrocklovely]

the way corey just doesn’t publicly acknowledge colby’s cancer whatsoever. he was just live on tiktok(i don’t follow him it was just recommended to me on my fyp) so he obviously is on social media

jake said on twitter that he misses snc and he has been supporting colby since he first announced his cancer. he was shady a few times but he still supported his once dear friend when that friend needed it the most which is more than some people (ex snc friends) are doing.

it actually blows my mind that some people really are just not acknowledging it at all. like corey ffs lived with snc for years and they were friends for what feels like forever. if my once good friend got cancer i would most definitely support them. even if that friendship breakup didn’t end amicably. life is too damn short to be so cold. and i don’t wanna hear that corey could be supporting him in private bc they’re both influencers and it has a lot of people under the impression that they’re not friends anymore, not even a little, and that corey doesn’t care

i used to miss the traphouse days and corey’s addition to the videos but now i think both sam and especially colby are better off without him. jake seems to be coming around a lil

part of me wonders if corey’s lack of support has something to do with how good of friends he is with l10

yeah, i'll be honest; i thought after a couple months back when colby, corey, and jake were seen at the same concert, i thought that maybe the hatchet got buried even slightly and while corey still didn't say anything back then about supporting colby, i thought "you know what, maybe he said it in person."

but with this go around, and colby starting chemo, and corey still not saying anything…. he's absolutely trash to me. and so is any of snc's old friends that haven't said anything.

and i truly do not want to hear "oh they probably said something behind the scenes" bc that's bullshit. that's a cop out answer. it takes two seconds to just comment a heart or even "you got this". no one is asking for you guys to become best friends again. you are a social media person and have been for years. everyone is watching you and waiting for you to say something.

and that's the thing that upsets me. i get they aren't close anymore. that's fine. friends drift apart, it is what it is. but corey, bffr. you wouldn't have a career if it weren't for snc. you would have died out with vine when you stopped dancing. you couldn't even keep up making dumb vlogs when you lived in the trap house. the only reason you remained relevant was bc of snc and the videos they allowed you to be in. and now, when sending just an ounce of love colby's way would be the right thing to do, regardless of whatever fallout yall had, you can't even do that? you're a piece of shit. there's no other way around it.

i'm not close to any of my old friends, but if any of them ever said they had cancer i would reach out and send them love. even my ex best friend, who i've basically blocked on everything. i would still reach out and let her know i'm here if she needs anything. bc ppl need support when they're at their lowest, when they're sick. but you not being able to even pretend to care is fucked.

and while i do think it's easy to blame elton on this to some degree, i don't think so. corey himself said he's a grown man, he should act like one then. make your own decisions. if elton kicks you to the curb bc you reached out to an old friend bc he's going thru cancer treatment, then elton is a terrible person and doesn't deserve any success.

elton's also a piece of shit for not reaching out. but at the same time i expected that of him.