#but for those who say it's bad in order to defend their past takes that have been proven wrong

[bkgml]

meanie katsuki makes the reader jealous on purpose then she cries bc he thinks he doesnt love them anymore ☹️

katsuki messing up!

katsuki has never seen you get jealous. to him, anyone who looks your way is a threat. he wants you all to himself, it’s selfish he knows, but he just needs you so badly.

you never ever showing him you’re jealous annoys him to no end. do you even want him that bad? maybe you care less about him than he cares about you.

he takes his problem to kirishima. he’s the only one he trusts to talk about this.

“so? what do i do?” he asks.

“i don’t understand, you want her to be jealous?” kirishima questions.

“i guess. i just want her to show that she wants me.” katsuki frowns. he sounds so damn vulnerable right now.

“try and make her jealous then. see if she cares enough about you.”

“huh. how the fuck do i do that?” katsuki asks.

“anytime a girl comes up to you, flirting with you and stuff, flirt back a little. don’t tell them to fuck off like you normally do.”

“flirt back…”

“hey there, sexy.” a woman calls to katsuki in the street.

he’s used to this shit. people are always coming up to him in the street flirting with him. can’t they see you’re right there holding his hand?

‘flirt back’ he thinks.

“hey.” he smiles.

‘what the fuck? did he just flirt with her?’ you think to yourself. you’re used to seeing katsuki be flirted with, but to see him flirt back? how dare he?

you frown for a moment but quickly neutralize your face so he doesn’t see your jealousy, he’s never been disloyal you have no reason to nag him with jealousy.

things go on like this for weeks. someone will flirt with katsuki and he’ll blatantly flirt back. you’re growing upset. why is he doing this right in front of you?

eventually, you’re at your wits end.

you went to visit katsuki for lunch at his agency and he told his secretary to tell him you arrived while being discreet. he had a coworker in his office that’s always been flirty with him, touchy and blunt with suggestive remarks.

he decided to indulge her this time so you could walk in and see him flirting with her.

“hi, handsome. you wanted to see me?” she asked.

you arrived at his office and opened the door.

“uh huh. wanted to know why you were walking around with those tight ass pencil skirts.”

you stiffen.

“katsuki…?” you say, voice cracking.

“shit. why are you crying, pretty?” he stands and orders the woman out of his office.

he shuts the door and turns to you.

you look so small and fragile like this.

he cups your face but you back away shaking your head.

“are you cheating on me?” you say, tears finally falling.

“what? no. never.”

you look down, hands clenching into fists.

“then why have you been flirting with everyone? every single person who’s flirted with you in the past couple weeks you’ve flirted back. you’ve acted like i don’t even exist when someone else is there. i tried to let it go but now you’ve pushed me over the fucking edge katsuki!” you scream.

katsuki winces. he went way to far.

“it was a stupid fucking idea, baby. im so sorry, i pushed you too hard on this.” he defends.

you look up at him and glare.

“what idea?”

“i was talking to kirishima about how i’ve never seen you jealous and i was fucking insecure. i didn’t know if you wanted me because you always brush it off when other bitches flirt with me! he told me i should try to make you jealous!”

“you think it’s easy to brush it off? i was trying to not make you think i was clingy because i am so obviously out of your league! i thought you’d fucking leave me if i clung to you like this!” you’re pissed. he made you feel worthless because of some stupid idea?

“i wasn’t thinking. you’re out of my league, sweets. i messed up so fucking bad because i was insecure. can you forgive me? please? i don’t deserve it but i only have eyes for you and i always will.” he steps closer to you.

you think for a minute before sighing.

“i forgive you but i’m still fucking pissed. you’re going to be making this up to me for years.”

“promise. i’ll spend forever making this shit up to you.” he steps closer again.

“can i hold you now?” he pleads.

you laugh lightly and he smiles.

you raise your arms and katsuki rushes forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you.

he places kisses all over your face and neck before burying his face in your chest.

“i messed up.”

“yeah.” you smile.

he walks to his desk chair and sits with you in his lap.

he places a kiss to your lips.

“i’m an idiot.”

“yeah.”

he wipes your old tears off your face and kisses your temple.

“kirishimas an idiot too for giving me that advice.”

“yeah.”

you wrap your arms around his neck.

you kiss his nose.

“you’re perfect and no one else compares.”

“yeah.”

katsuki laughs and holds you tight to him. rubbing your back and weaving his fingers through your hair, breathing in your sweet perfume.

“wanna have lunch now?”

“yeah!”

[lilacxquartz]

BLESSED WITH BLUE

angel satoru gojo x mortal fem!reader

part 1 of 2 • masterlist • ao3 link • part 2 >>

summary: after making an offering, you catch the attention of a six eyed angel who despite promising you the heavens, leads you into hell instead.

themes: two parts, angels au, yandere, smut (next part), dark, dead dove, described violence, alternate universe

Part 1: Prayer

Initially, you were on your way home.

You were so tired from such exhaustive work for very little gain. The back-breaking labour for mere copper; to just barely afford another day in your uneventful existence.

Then again, this was just how it was for mortals.

To simply just… exist until the end.

You drifted through the radiating vibrancy of the capital adorned by the glowing cherry blossoms that lit up the streets; petals that both bloomed and glowed like rosy lanterns. Every step that you took through the wobbly cobblestone would bruise a soft glow per footprint, making you feel not quite as alone as you would have liked.

Tokyo was more so of a unique settlement in these parts; angels, demons and mortals alike, more or less co-existed although some strayed from their assigned alignments. The cold, silky mist that encased the country was especially strong in this particular region and allowed certain sorts of creatures to exist within the region.

Seeping waves of steam would continuously roll out and bless those who were known as the ‘chosen’, allowing them to harness the power of the gods. The locals called them cursed blessings; gifts from a higher power that nobody could quite describe nor understand. Should a ‘chosen’ abuse their power though, they’d become corrupt and morph into a caricature of their own selfish desires—twisted, disgusting beings, mirroring each and every single negative quality found in their very being.

Ordinary people like you though?

Why, those in particular had nothing truly special going on. That was just the way it was though and for good reason. Just the regular mortals were essential for balance to keep the world in order.

Or however it was that the sacred texts described it. Personally, you didn’t fully get it.

See, the chosen could properly defend themselves against the demons as well as the corrupt beings, however regular mortals could not. Maybe you were just bitter, though. It was against those vile things that you were left orphaned; forced to watch your family be reduced to guts spilled on the blood-soaked floorboards, their life essence stolen to build their power.

(Something about an uncorrupt soul, the texts claimed.)

The demons had a saying, after all:

In order to brew chaos; you had to take away from the balance—and that was exactly what they fed on.

Slowly, as you walked home, you found yourself drifting towards one of the many temples scattered over the city, wanting to test your chances against the order of fate. You heard it all before; angels taking pity on humans who had led tough lives and blessing them with a dosage of their power, not quite ascending them into the likes of the chosen, but close enough.

In some ways, you needed this. Demons ate your family when you were very young, leaving you to fend for yourself ever since then. The locals, while they did try to do their best to assist in your growing up, retired from their responsibility as soon as you were capable enough.

It hurt to grow up so lonely.

There was also the part that by being targeted by demons in the past, attached a negative social stigma towards you. Demons carried a more potent form of cursed energy, making them closer known to cursed spirits and being a survivor of such an attack was often seen as a bad omen.

So before you knew it, you were an outcast by association.

The elders made sure of it, at least.

Pressing on, you weren’t honestly looking for a certain temple in particular. It wasn’t as though you were starved for choice. A lot of temples existed within the city, after all. Different structures supported different things and sometimes not even the angels, even though their proof was highly abundant. Sometimes, people worshipped the simpler deities or just natural disasters as a concept.

You didn’t mind too much wherever you’d ended up. Maybe subconsciously you wanted to be noticed by an angel so that’s why you ended up at one of the flashier temples instead of the simpler ones.

Slowly, you climbed up the stairs; each bricked slab feeling somehow wider and wider with each and every single attempt to pull yourself up. You stared upwards with a certain degree of unease, the distant glow of candles not doing much to warm your worries.

You cautiously padded your way inside, finding that the flames collectively dimmed and were replaced with blue light in a flash. Each step lit up the wicks with a bursting blue flame as you approached the shrine up ahead.

Such a feeling was unsettling.

Almost as if you were being watched.

Gulping the unsettling feeling down and focusing on the shrine, you realised that you didn’t actually have that much to give. This particular temple gave the deity a whole collection of curated blue items from jewels to painted pottery, from woven cloth to scriptures written in colourful ink.

Feeling desperate however, you weren’t about to give up and so, you fell to your knees instead.

With a cautious whisper, you begged the shrine for change, “P-please, I’ll give a-anything, j-just…”

The flames reduced as you spoke; from vibrant blue to a soothing yellow once again.

“I’ll give anything… everything…!”

But nothing happened. You weren’t the lucky type of mortal. You weren’t born into riches and you didn’t have anything physical to offer and by the time the temple returned to its deceptive welcoming regular orange glow, all of your remaining hope had burned away.

Sighing as a result, you finally decided it was time to go home.

Not at all noticing the face of who exactly was watching you from the shadows.

His glowing blue eyes should have been a giveaway, but he kept himself very hidden and instead decided to take a chance on the girl who simply wanted an escape from this cruel routine.

However, just because he was an angel, it didn’t mean that he was going to give you a blessing.

No, he had something much, much worse in store for you.

But you did pray for it.

So perhaps you should have been more careful what you wished for.

~~~

The night was oddly calm at home, at least for a while. You had a dreamless sleep until you didn’t, waking up to what you thought initially to be a nightmare until you realised that there was actual movement going on within your home.

With a cautious ear, you listened in as the front door to your house creaked open and as heavy footsteps walked inside.

Demons were otherwise light on their feet so it couldn’t have been one of those, but they weren’t the only wrong in the world.

(Humans could harm too.)

A familiar feeling of being watched from before surfaced as you sank further into your blanket, hoping that the woollen sheet would somehow protect you as a barrier from impending danger.

You just barely managed to peek out from above your blanket, just barely managing to make out the person in your room. You had an oil lantern lit up on a nearby table but it had been steadily dimming all night, so the range of visibility was quite low.

With an almost exploratory approach, a man with a snowy complexion and frosted hair walked inside; his back carried spearing beams of blue crystalline light that resembled wings, similar to his icy blue gaze. If you focused your sights on other parts of his body, more eyes would appear before disappearing as soon as you redirected your focus.

Was this an angel?

As he approached closer, he reached out a hand to pinch your chin and point it towards his stare, “Do you really promise to give me everything?”

His question caught you off guard and you were left unable to form a coherent response just yet.

He reached out his other hand to press over your heart, his voice adopting an almost playful tone, “Worry not, I’ll… ‘bless’ you.”

“R-really?” you finally managed to blurt out, the next question coming out as a mere whisper. “But why?”

The angel smiled, “Because everything is a lot. Besides, you’re so fragile, so human. That's why you need someone like me.”

Within a flash, you woke up the next day in complete daylight wearing a cold sweat that enveloped your body.

Thinking that it was a dream, you tried to move on and continue your life as normal despite something seeming… different.

Somehow, the world seemed somehow more vibrant?

And as weeks continued to pass you by, demons seemed to almost avoid the area entirely. Better harvests were collected by the locals and less crops suffered from drought. Life also improved for you socially, finding that you got on quite well with someone new who moved into your village just under a week ago.

He was quite similar to you as well. A survivor of a cursed attack not too different than the one you had to endure. His personality was kind too and simply put; you both got along.

However just as things progressed, one night, you heard a thud right outside of your door and upon opening it up in the dead of night, you found him freshly massacred, almost as if professionally butchered in fact—precise, almost delicate cuttings against his flesh—bled him clean out on your doorstep.

Stumbling backwards, you cupped a palm over your mouth and almost wretched in a sickening nausea that overfilled your stomach.

However, just like before, a flash sparked before your very eyes and you were back in bed and it was just a regular morning.

Cautiously walking over to your front door, you opened it up hoping that it was just a vivid nightmare and that he was actually alive, safe and sound. Instead however, was a haunting reminder of what you promised was carved into the stone instead.

“Everything,” it reminded you. “Nobody else can compare like I can.”

So if that was real, then what exactly did you offer?

And to who?

(Or what?)

~~~

part 1 of lilac’s bite sized yandere nightmares

[cutielando]

hungary 2024.

okay, we need to talk about the Hungarian Grand Prix.

i've seen a lot of people all over the internet saying how Oscar didn't deserve the win and that he stole it away from Lando, that Lando shouldn't have let Oscar past, all kinds of theories.

first things first.

BE HAPPY FOR OSCAR.

it's really unfair towards him that everyone is overlooking his win, not celebrating him for the amazingly talented driver that he is, and are instead pitying Lando, talking about mistreatment from the team and so on (both of which are true and fair, but it seems like everybody is overlooking the fact that he won his first F1 race in his SECOND season).

I am a Lando fan, I was at the race as well, and I am just as sad that I didn't get to watch him win, but let's not forget how compliant Oscar has been ever since the start of the season when it comes to Lando's races.

he has sacrificed many of his races in order to help Lando defend his position and has not once complained about it. he has been nothing short of a stellar team player without complaints. i can imagine the way he must have been feeling, knowing the team was prioritizing Lando in races, which is not a great conclusion to come to.

Lando knows how much Oscar has helped him, and he knew that if he hadn't let him past, he would have lost his support and help down the road. he would have found himself fighting for results by himself, which is not something you want when you're close in the championship. he knew he needs Oscar, that's why he ended up obeying to team orders.

now we arrive to the real root of the problem and the real bad guy. McLaren.

i understand that they wanted Oscar to win, to give something back to make up for the situations he had been put in, but this was not the way to do it. had they wanted Oscar to win "fair and square" they should have pitted him first. he would have come out behind Lando, and then they would have pitted Lando and he would have come out behind Oscar, thus creating Oscar P1 and Lando P2 from the very beginning.

the audacity of Will to say those things to Lando over the radio, the audacity to straight up blackmail him into giving away a win to Oscar was so not the way to speak to someone who has been with the team for 6 years and committed at least 3-4 more years of his career to the team. it's not fair towards Lando because the situation was not his fault, it was the fault of their strategy team.

don't ever blackmail someone into doing your bidding when you've put them in the wrong spot ON PURPOSE and the entire situation is your fault.

the sole fault here lies with McLaren. Lando and Oscar have no fault in this. Lando should have never been given the opportunity to lead the race in the last stint when everyone was aiming for an Oscar win. the strategy failed, the blame lies with the team orders.

McLaren, I love you, I love your drivers, and I'm a papaya girl through and through. BUT GROW THE FUCK UP AND GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER.

We deserve better.

Lando deserves so much better.

Oscar deserves so much better.

With that being said, don't let this take away the joy of winning a race from Oscar just because you made a mistake.

He deserves the win, he should feel that indescribable joy of winning. He deserves to be happy.

He’s a winner, let’s celebrate him accordingly. 🧡

[aziraphales-library]

Do you have any fics where one or both of them lose their memory? I love those kinds of fics!

We have plentiful #memory loss and #amnesia tags, so check those out for loads of fics! Here are a few more to add...

Your face is like a melody by Primroza (T)

Crowley accidentally takes over the bookshop. His new routine is interrupted by amnesiac Aziraphale returning. Crowley is determined to help him even though he knows Aziraphale will leave him again as soon as he remembers. *** “Oh my, I do apologize!” Aziraphale says. “I did not mean to startle you.” “Ngk,” says Crowley. He isn’t sure what’s the protocol for when the love of your life walks back into your life after rejecting you. But he sure as Hell knows that clumsily climbing out from under the armchair is a bad start.

The Clue (Love Is in the air) by Bildadthebaddie (G)

Archangel Aziraphale only had memories that go back a few weeks, or maybe months? Years? He doesn't know. He doesn't really know much- like who that stranger on the bench is, or why Heaven are checking up on him so often- but he knows that London is filled with an overpowering feeling of love

Shipwrecked, with no memory of who we were before by RCReveal (M)

Our two ineffable ones wash up on an island with no memory of who they were. Some fluffy fluff to watch them fall in love yet another time and maybe find themselves in a whole new way.

Far Away, Long Ago Glowing Dim as an Amber by guessimdemoms (G)

Anthony J Fall is a humble plant shop owner in a seaside English town with no memory other then being found by his friends (and shop mates) four years ago and nothing to his name but his plants, his shop, and an old copy of Pride and Prejudice with a ripped photo of a magician inside. One day, Anthony gets commissioned to provide the flowers for a wedding in Soho and when he arrives gets swept into a plan that not only is meant to help him regain his memory, but also stop the second coming.

Your Other Half by anyofmany (T)

Crowley is sent to the dungeons of Hell to execute a captive angel -- who stalls him with an absolutely insane story about averting the Apocalypse and a grand romance between the two of them. Hell's just taken Crowley's memory of it all as part of their punishment. How can Aziraphale gain Crowley's trust when everything about the truth is too fantastic to believe? Can he trust who Crowley is without any of the best memories of his life? And what will it take to save them both?

Strangers Again (patria sine memoria) by D_A_Cullum (M)

Months after Armageddon failed, Crowley stops by the bookshop to find its owner a stranger with no memory of him. The history is all there, from the garden to Tadfield, but Crowley isn't. He will have to start over with the angel while carefully sifting the past for clues as to what happened to his friend, and how it might be undone. Meanwhile, Aziraphale is ordered to get close to the demon who sauntered into his bookshop, to find out what he can about Hell's plans to restart Armageddon. That task is made all the more difficult as London falls under strict lockdown procedures. When Crowley defends him against a reconstituted Duke Ligur, Aziraphale begins to question the narrative he's been told. Now, as uneasy allies, they face whatever Heaven and Hell conjure for them. But will Crowley survive their future together, one where he remembers what Aziraphale cannot?

- Mod D

[merrixmas]

Oh, How The Tables Have Turned

Pairing: Agent Leon x Plaga Reader (Fem)

Summary: Leon was assigned to capture what seems to be a powerful creature for experimentations. But he ends up turning into one.

Warning: Mention of Murders, Infecting, Rape, Dubcon, Creampie, Blood, BDSM, Spanking, Kidnap, Reversing of roles. Dom reader to sub, Sub Leon to Dom. Smut, Aggressive lovemaking

+info: Reader resembles Maria Gomez(RE Movie character) *Not in appearance* but is infected with the dominant plaga. This AU takes place after Re4. Las plagas with a vampire twist, if you see any grammatical errors or change with the pronouns, you didn't.

Word count: 5.4k

Murder reports were increasing during the past few weeks. Some bodies were found bloodless or almost out of blood and this rose the suspicion that the suspect might be a blood sucking monster. And one of the government officials didn't want the public to know what or who caused the murders, as it might be one of those biological threats. And they knew the perfect guy for the job.

~~~~~~

"Hunnigan, are you sure this is the way?" leon asked as he looked around in an empty and abandoned building next to a hospital.

"This is the place where most people went missing and murdered. And witnesses report that the suspect is a female.. with supernatural abilities?" She said as looked at the reports.

"When did I put a detective in my resume? Shouldn't the police or actual detectives be handling this?" He asked as he explored the building.

"The government wants this to stay hidden until we find out if it's actually a blood sucking monster or a mentally disabled person. And your mission is to bring her for examination and we'll cover it up." She explained.

"Hey hunnigan, did the reports say what she look like?" He whispered quietly through the speaker.

"Well reports mentioned that she looked like-" As hunnigan spoke through the communication device, it got feedbacks. Until it was just static.

Maybe the signal was weak here he thought. As Leon looked around, he then heard a giggle coming from the high stack of crates.

The sound of a woman's giggle causes him to freeze in place, his eyes narrowing as he scans the shadows "Who's there? Show yourself, now."

"Why would I? Will you hurt me?" I said sarcastically

A small smirk curves his lips "You really think I'd hurt you? Well, perhaps not intentionally. But if you don't show yourself, I may have to take matters into my own hands. And believe me, you wouldn't like that."

"Is that a threat?" I then leaped off the high stack of crates, landing behind Leon

His trained reflexes kick in as soon as he hears the movement behind him. With a swift turn, he raises his arm, ready to defend himself. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees me standing there, smirking at him.

He swiftly got his gun from his holster, pointing it at me. But before he could, I then kicked his gun away. Using my tail, I wrapped it tightly on his leg, making him stumble with ease.

"Please do tell me, why are you here? in my territory? I expected someone else.." I said coldly with disappointment. My eyes narrowing as it glowed. "You shouldn't be here."

Leon smirks slightly as he regains his footing, his hands held up in a gesture of peace. "Now, now. No need for hostility. I'm just here on a mission, nothing personal." He takes a step forward, his gaze locked on my form.

"On a mission to capture me." my eyes narrowed "I'm not dumb"

"Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that." Leon chuckled softly, taking another step towards me. "More like... dealing with a potential threat. And I assure you, my intentions are purely professional." He paused for a moment, studying me closely.

"I'm doing this city a favor.. I kill bad guys in order to feed myself" My voice dripping with annoyance as I spoke to him

Shaking his head, Leon chuckles lightly, running a hand through his hair in amusement. "Fascinating... It's always been assumed that creatures like you had to feast on human life in order to survive. But it seems like you have a more... unique appetite."

"I have no interest on feeding on innocent lives, makes me feel... guilty and pity" My eyes gazing at his as I spoke truly.

"Guilty? Interesting..." Leon murmurs, taking another step closer to me. He can't deny the attraction he feels towards me, even with the knowledge of what I am. He knew there's something wild and alluring about me. "So, you're not here to hurt me?"

"Not at all. Unless you want me to?" I titled my head to the side with curiosity as I crossed my arms.

Leon raises an eyebrow at my response, his gaze flickering over my body once more. "Oh? And what would happen if I did?" He challenges me softly, taking another step closer.

"Oh, you have no idea." My eyes narrowing as he got closer.

Leon smirks slightly, his heart beating faster in anticipation of what I might do. He grabs my wrist gently, pulling me closer to him as he stares deeply into my eyes.

"You wouldn't even last long" I warned as I moved my tail from side to side

Leon watches as my tail moves, a small shiver running down his spine. He doesn't break eye contact with me, his gaze filled with desire and curiosity. "Is that so?" He murmurs, his voice low and seductive.

You then sensed that something was wrong and you needed to act fast. You wrapped your tail around him before injecting something on his neck.

As he feels the tail wrap around him, Leon's heart races even faster. The sensation of being held by something so primal and powerful is intoxicating. He doesn't resist as he feels a small prick on his neck, his mind already starting to cloud from whatever I injected.

A few hours later, Leon woke up. He was laying down on an operating table with his equipments organized on a bigger table beside him. He noticed that I was sitting on a chair beside him, asleep as if I guarded him during his unconsciousness but failed due to sleepiness.

His surroundings were unfamiliar to him. He tried to sit up but found that he was restrained, unable to move. "Wh-where am I?" He manages to say, his voice hoarse and weak.

As soon as I heard his voice, I woke up. Stretching before standing up to examine his body "In my underground lab."

Leon's muscular body tensed up a bit as I examined him, but he tried to maintain his composure. He thought I was more than he had expected—beautiful, deadly, and now holding him captive. His heart rate quickens as he struggles against his restraints again, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"Your struggles won't be any use, those chains are very sturdy, handsome." My eyes not leaving his body as I examined him

Leon looks around, taking in his surroundings. He swallows hard, his heart racing as he tries to make sense of what's happening. He hates feeling so helpless, but he knows I'm far more powerful than he is.

"What? you thought I would fall into your trap by seducing me? what a fool." my eyes glowing with anticipation

Leon's eyes narrowed as I approached him, my glowing eyes sending chills down his spine. He can't help but feel a mix of fear and arousal at my words, knowing he had underestimated me.

I leaned closer to him, my face close to his. "Want to be free from those chains?"

Leon's breathing hitched slightly at the feel of my warmth so close to him. He gritted his teeth, trying not to show any sign of weakness as he met my gaze. "And what would you have me do in return?"

"Ahh, well you're not what I need so I'll have to let you go. But not until the parasite in you gets rejected by your body. You see, what I injected into you is similar to the las plagas but it's quite weaker than that, so you won't mutate. But if you go out of my range, you might, I'm only keeping your parasite at bay" You explained as your fingers traced one of his darkening veins.

His heart sank at my words, realizing he had been outsmarted. He tried to hide his frustration, knowing he couldn't afford to antagonize me further. "And what about you? Aren't you also infected with the parasite?" He asked, his tone cautious.

"I am infected with the Dominant Plaga, one that controls the subordinate plagas and their own parasite, but mine is quite weaker than the dominant plaga." I explained.

Leon couldn't help but feel a small wave of relief wash over him. The last thing he needed was to be infected with something like that again. He gritted his teeth and tried to remain calm, hoping I would have mercy on him. "So... why did you inject me with that weak parasite in the first place?"

"I sensed that my rival was also in the building, and that means that he'd kill you. But in order to keep you and I safe, I had to take you with me, but not without the parasite in you." A sense of worry flowed through me as I spoke

He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out my motives. My words rang true, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than I was letting on. "You injected me with a parasite in hopes of keeping me from harming you?"

"I don't trust humans but I'll be rest assured you won't harm me if I injected the weak parasite in you, cause I have control over you. as long as you're in my range."

Leon couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and annoyance at my methods. He had to admit, I had him in a tight spot, but he wasn't going to let me control him like this. "And what happens when I'm no longer in your range?"

"You would be out of control, even you won't have the ability control yourself."

Leon smirked, unphased by my threat. "Is that so? Well, we'll just have to see about that. I've faced much stronger threats than a mere parasite."

"Even if it's just a weak parasite, it can still control you. Don't underestimate it, and don't you dare escape. you'll only make things worse" I warned

Leon chuckled darkly, his eyes locked onto mine. He could see the determination in my gaze and knew I meant business. But he wasn't one to back down easily. "Is that a threat or a promise?" He asked, his voice low and dangerous.

I rolled my eyes "You're hard headed than I thought, handsome."

"Maybe. But I've also got more experience dealing with things like this." He retorted. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at me, daring me to make a move.

I chuckled before breaking the chains using telekinesis then mentally controlling Leon to feel slight pain.

Leon felt the chains around his wrists break free, and a sudden pain shot through his body. He gasped in surprise, trying to understand what was happening. His muscles spasmed uncontrollably, and he collapsed to the ground. What... What just happened?

"You wanted to test the waters. I gave you an example of my power over you."

Leon groaned, still trying to catch his breath. He didn't like being controlled, but he had to admit that it was impressive. He slowly got back up, rubbing his wrists where the chains had been. "Alright, you've got my attention.

"Finally, I'll bring you to your quarters, no funny business, got it?"

Leon sighed, frustrated by the situation. But he knew better than to disobey my orders. "Yeah, I got it." He reluctantly followed me out of the room, keeping a wary eye on me.

I then led him to the long hallway to an odd looking door. as I stepped closer towards the door it slided open, I then entered the room, gesturing him to follow.

Leon followed me into the room, trying to stay alert despite his fatigue. The room was well-furnished, with a comfortable bed and even a small kitchenette. He supposed it could be worse. "Not bad... for a cell."

"The bathroom is just on the left, all your needs are in here. now if you excuse me, I have research to do."

Leon nodded and watched as I left the room. He closed the door behind me, then made his way over to the bed. It was soft and inviting, but he knew better than to relax completely. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled out his phone.

And when he pulled out his phone, it seemed to be hacked, only having the ability to search online and not able to call anyone.

"Great. Just great." Leon muttered to himself as he looked at his hacked phone. He knew he had to find a way out of this situation, but it seemed like every move he made was being controlled by me. But then his phone rang.

Leon cursed under his breath as he heard his phone ring. He was sure it was me, trying to keep him on edge. With a sigh, he answered the call. "What do you want?"

"Figured you'd find out that your phone is hacked, I'm not dumb. But hey, atleast I didn't hack your search engine to keep you entertained. Just make sure I don't hear you slap your sausage in the middle of the night, my room is just beside yours."

Leon chuckled as he listened to the me on the other end of the line. I was clearly enjoying this power trip I had on, but he wasn't about to let me get away with it. "You know, I had a feeling you might be behind this,"

"Ofcourse, wouldn't want you to call backup on me, do I, handsome?" I responded

"I can't help but notice you keep calling me handsome. Are you hitting on me or something?" He couldn't help but tease a little.

"Want me to call you ugly instead? I'm just being nice to my guest" I chuckled

"I'll take nice over creepy any day," Leon said with a smirk. He couldn't help but be curious about me, despite my strange behavior.

He then hung up the phone. He needed to come up with a plan, and fast. He couldn't let me continue to keep him here, he needed to capture me. He thought for a moment, then came up with an idea.

He then opened his files, seeing that he still had the info about the dominant plaga and the subordinate plaga that hunnigan provided, he went through it, reading and learning about it's abilities.

He found out that his parasite can become a dominant plaga if he were to mate with a female that is infected with the dominant plaga. Once the female with the dominant plaga senses sexual contact, it'll become vulnerable as it prepares to mate with a male that has the subordinate plaga, Leaving the female host weak and will lose their some of their power to be transferred to the male.

When he finished learning about the two types of plagas, he waited for the perfect moment to make his move.

~~~~~

TWO DAYS LATER..

He had been observing me from afar and knew my routine well enough to time it just right. When he felt the time was right, he charged into action.

It was the middle of the night, I slept in my room peacefully, just wearing my underwear and nightdress. But my peaceful slumber was soon interrupted as Leon silently made his way into my room. His eyes were fixated on me, taking in every detail of my sleeping form as he closed in on the bed.

Slowly and carefully, he climbed onto the bed, his muscular frame looming over my small form. His gaze took in every detail of my sleeping figure, noting the rise and fall of my chest with each breath.

I stirred slightly in my sleep, my parasite sensing his presence but I stayed unaware of it

Leon took advantage of my stirring to slide his hand down under the blanket, feeling the softness of my skin against his rough palm. His fingers traced along my waist before dipping lower, slipping beneath the fabric of my nightdress to explore the curves hidden beneath.

I squirmed slightly from his touch but still remaining unconscious

His touch was firm yet gentle, exploring every inch of my body with practiced ease. Despite my squirming, he continued his assault on my senses, his fingers trailing upwards to cup one of my perky breasts through the fabric of my nightdress. Eliciting a moan from my lips.

He smirked, satisfied by the response he had elicited from me. With a deft movement, he pulled down the straps of my nightdress, exposing more of my skin. "Wake up, doll."

I groaned as I slowly gained consciousness "Don't fight it, doll." His voice was low and menacing as he leaned closer to my ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps on my neck. His hand moved from my wrist up my arm, grabbing hold of the fabric of my nightdress.

I chuckled as I stayed calm, assuming it was just his attempt to kill me. "You can't harm me, Leon. The parasite in you won't like to hurt it's master."

"Oh, but I can do this." With a swift movement, he ripped apart the nightdress, revealing my underwear beneath. His fingers dug into my flesh, causing me to wince in pain.

"So fucking beautiful." He purred, leaning down to capture my lips in a heated kiss. His tongue danced with mine, exploring every corner of my mouth as his hand found its way to my thigh.

"What are you doing-!?" I then tried to cover myself with my hands

"Oh come now, sweetheart. Don't act so surprised. You know what I want." His lips curled into a smirk as he teased the hem of  my panties.

My eyes glowed again but flickered as I lost my composure and became vulnerable to his touch "You little-"

"Oh, you're feisty." He chuckled, pinning me down with a surprisingly strong grip. His other hand moved to cup my panties-clad mound, rubbing teasingly against my sensitive folds.

"You ungrateful bastard.. I sheltered you and kept you in control, and this is how you repay me? Reversing the roles of our parasite?" I groaned as I struggled against him.

"Well, I am here to capture you, and it seems you're quite the catch." His fingers dipped beneath the fabric of my panties, teasingly brushing against my already sensitive clitoris.

"Besides, I intend to do much more than that," he murmured against my skin as his tongue snaked out to trace the shell of my ear. His fingers continued their teasing assault on my sensitive folds, rubbing harder and faster against my clit.

"A-aahh- ngh... You fucking perv..." I moaned as I squirmed

"Much better." He grinned, his lips trailing down my neck to nip at my earlobe. His fingers thrust into my wet panties, filling me completely as he began to move them in and out, setting a relentless pace.

I cried in pleasure as I couldn't do anything because of my vulnerable state "N-not there.. mmh-...."

"Really? How about I fuck you where you're the most vulnerable?" He growled as he pulled his fingers out to slapped my ass

"You thought I wouldn't know, huh?" He smirked, taking advantage of my vulnerability. He grabbed my neck, gently squeezing. My eyes widened in fear as I realized he was not playing around.

The glow from my eyes faded as I became vulnerable, leaving me powerless over him as the master plaga in my body thought I was going to mate

Leon chuckled darkly, his grip tightening slightly around my throat. "Now, now... no need for that," he said mockingly. "I just want to have a little chat with you." His other hand moved down to grope my breast.

Leon smirked as he felt the glow of the creature within him responding to my words. It was like a drug, this power they shared. "You're not the first one to use me for their own gain," he growled lowly, I yelped in pain as his fingers digged deeper in my flesh

He pushed himself off of me, his eyes boring into mine. "Now then," he purred, "let's see what kind of information you have for me." His hand moved to unbutton his pants, revealing the bulge of his erect cock straining against his boxers.

I panted heavily from the release of his grasp on my neck, My eyes widening from fear.

"Oh, don't worry," he said with a wicked grin. "This won't hurt... much." He pushed down his boxers, freeing his throbbing member. It was thick and veiny, the tip glistening with precum.

I then tried to stand up from the bed and run but he caught me before I could even stand up

"Now now," Leon purred, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me back onto the bed. He straddled my hips, his thick cock rubbing against my soaked underwear. "Where were we?"

"Fuck you..." My eyes narrowed in frustration

He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding under my panties to grip my hips. "That can be arranged," he whispered huskily as he yanked them down, exposing me completely to him.

I squirmed as I tried to cover myself

"No need to be shy, darling," he said, smirking. "You're already exposed." He leaned down, his mouth hovering just above my breasts before he flicked his tongue out and circled my nipple, causing it to harden.

"The parasite.. it's controlling you mentally..."

"Oh, is that so?" He taunted. "Then how about I prove to you that I'm in control?" He pinched my other nipple hard, causing a small yelp to escape my lips. "Tell me, who am I thinking about fucking right now?"

"Do you expect me to know when you made me powerless.." I murmured

"Oh, I think you do," he purred, his hands moving down to cup my ass cheeks. "You know exactly who I'm thinking about." He squeezed my ass before giving it a hard smack."

"That's it, darling," he whispered in my ear. "You like that, don't you?" His hands slid down to my thighs, spreading them wider apart. "I can feel the parasite inside you, desperate for release.

"N-no..." I denied as I squirmed against him

"Oh, really?" He chuckled darkly. "Then why are you getting wet for me?" His fingers brushed against my sensitive folds, feeling the moisture that had accumulated there. "Your parasite wants me to fuck you,"

My eyes widen with realization "This can't be.."

"Oh, but it is," he said, his fingers delving into my folds. "And I plan on taking full advantage of that." He thrust a finger inside me, feeling the tightness that clenched around him."

"S-stop-! I c-command you!.." I shouted as I tried to stop him from thrusting another finger in me.

"Such a turn on, hearing you beg like that," he murmured before sliding his tongue out to trace the shell of my ear. "But you can't command me, not when I'm the one holding your leash."

"Looks like the tables had turned" I thought. Before, I was in control over him, but now he controls me..

"Exactly," he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Now, let's see how well you perform for me." He thrust another finger into me, stretching me further as he continued to tease my sensitive spots. "

I moaned from the pleasure as he teased me, my back arching as he thrusted two fingers in me

"You're so wet, so needy..." His fingers continued their relentless assault, causing a wave of pleasure to wash over me. "I bet you're dying for me to enter you, aren't you?" He positioned himself at my entrance, his large cock teasing my folds.

My legs shook as he teased my folds "N-no... please..."

"Please what?" His voice was low and menacing as he positioned himself between her spread legs, his hard cock throbbing with need. He didn't wait for an answer before and thrusting into her, filling her completely with one powerful stroke.

I gasped as he filled me up, his thickness stretching me impossibly tight. He began to thrust slowly, hitting my deepest spots with each powerful thrust.

shivers ran down my spine as I arched my back

"That's it," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He began to pound into her, his cock hitting against her walls with a wet slapping sound.

"P-please..." I whimpered as he pounded in me

"Please what?" He growled again, his hips slamming against hers with brutal force. His cock stretched her to the limits, hitting deep within her core with each thrust. Tears ran down my cheeks as my body shook uncontrollably

Feeling her body shake and quiver beneath him only seemed to fuel his desire. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders, forcing himself even deeper inside of me. His powerful thrusts matched by the loud slaps of skin on skin as he took me roughly. I whimpered as his thrusts became more brutal

"You like that?" he whispered huskily, his lips brushing against my ear. His hand continued to play with my ass, squeezing and slapping it in time with his relentless pounding.

His thrusts becoming even more powerful. He reached down to rub my clit in tight circles, pushing her over the edge as I trembled under him

"Once I'm out of my vulnerable state.. oh I'm gonna make fucking-.. remove that parasite out of you and retrieve my abilities.." I murmured

"And what if I want to keep you around after that?" he growled, picking up the pace as his hips slapped against mine in a rhythm that was both primitive and erotic. "Maybe I'll find a way to tame this wild thing inside me, without your control."

"Your powerless over that parasite in you. You're not even used to it's power yet, only I can control it fully." I contradicted.

"We'll see about that," he snarled, his eyes flashing with determination. He gripped my hips tightly, pulling me closer to him as he began to move faster and harder inside me. "I won't let some pathetic creature take control of my life."

"So, how exactly do you plan on doing that, hmm?" His thrusts hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside me. "You think you can outsmart me? Prove it." His breathing gets ragged as he drives deeper and faster into my wet heat.

I looked away, unable to respond to him as I knew I was powerless right now

He continued to thrust into me, his cock hitting my g-spot with every move. "You're mine now, got it?" His voice was low and menacing as he pounded into me, showing no mercy. "I'll break you if I have to."

A white ring formed around his cock as I got close to orgasm. He smirked as he saw the white ring forming around his cock. He increased his pace, pushing deeper and harder into me with every thrust. "Come on, baby," he growled. "Give it up for Daddy."

My moans got louder as I was on the brink of cumming, and soon enough I cummed, convulsing under him as I gushed out creamy liquids.

Leon let out a low, primal groan as he felt me cum around him. He continued to thrust into me, his own orgasm building rapidly. Finally, with one last powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me and released his seed. His body tensed as he came, filling me up completely.

"Good girl," he said, panting heavily. "You gave it up so nicely for Daddy." He pulled out of me slowly, watching as the last drops of his cum dripped from his cock. "Now, don't you go thinking about running off or anything."

I knew I couldn't, the roles of the parasites changed, he now had the master plaga while my parasite now needs his control.

"You're going to be a very naughty girl." His tone was both threatening and aroused. "But that's okay," he said with a smirk, "I can deal with it." I panted heavily as I was laying on the bed, vulnerably.

He smirked, enjoying the sight of me vulnerable and exposed. "Now," He said as he sat on the edge of the bed, "we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

My eyes narrowed as I listened to what he said

He smirked, running a hand through his hair. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you unless you give me a reason to." He paused, his eyes studying your face intently. "Besides, you've got something I need right now.. I need to feed on someone with pure blood. Preferably someone like you."

Feeling a surge of fear and weakness, I grip the sheets tightly Y-you mean... you want to... feed on me?

Leon's smirk widened, revealing a hint of fangs poking out from his upper lip "Is it so hard to believe? I've already made the choice, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Trembling, I try to protest "No... I mean, I don't want to... I can't..."

"You can't?" Leon arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. "Do you know who you're talking to, doll? I do not take no for an answer. Now be a good girl and sit still.

As much as I hate begging, I didn't want him to feed on me as I might die from it. "P-please-.. isn't there any other way?"

Leon stares at me for a long moment, his icy blue eyes piercing my soul. "You're so fucking cute when you're scared. Just sit still and let me have my way with you."

I felt that there wasn't any other way to convince him otherwise, and so I let him do his thing.

Leon took a moment to appreciate my submission, a rare sight that he savored. He moved in closer, his cold gaze never leaving mine.

"Just make it quick..." I murmured as he slowly, he extended a hand and gently traced it down my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

Leon chuckled softly at my plea, his hand trailing a teasing path up my naked form. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "I can't make any promises... I might take my sweet time."

My body trembling against him as I titled my head to the side, exposing my neck to him

"Good girl." His husky voice was filled with satisfaction. He leaned down, lowering his mouth to my exposed neck. The cold sensation of his lips against my skin was the only warning I got before he sank his fangs into my flesh.

I whimpered in pain as I let him feed on my blood, my hand on his shoulder as the other gripped on the bedsheet

He fed without mercy, drinking my blood while I trembled beneath him. His teeth sinking deeper into my flesh. He savored the taste of my blood. He lets out a low, satisfied hum, his hand gently rubbing my thigh as he continues feeding.

He then lifted me to his lap, facing him as he fed on my blood "P-please, I can't... I can't handle it anymore..."

Leon chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around my waist. He continues feeding, His voice is low, a teasing rumble in his chest. "Shhh... You can handle it. Trust me..."

"H-how much longer d-do you need?" I stuttered as I felt pain flow through me

Leon's grip tightened on my waist as his feeding became more intense, his body pressing against mine as he continued to drink. "I'll stop when I'm satisfied." He murmured against my neck.

"A-ahh-... ngh...." I moaned as I felt his feeding become more intense

He continued to feed, ignoring my moans of pain. Every drop of blood offered to him was savored, his body twitching with pleasure. When he finally pulled away, his lips leaving a bloody trail on my neck, a small satisfied grin played on his face.

I panted heavily as I started recovering from his feed. my head nestling under his neck

His arms wrapped around my slender frame, pulling me into the warmth of his body, his strong heartbeat offering some semblance of comfort amidst the throbbing pain caused by his feeding. His grip was firm yet gentle, a comforting contrast to the primal need that he'd just satisfied.

[flower-boi16]

Do you think this fandom can still improve despite everything? Is it Viv and Spindlehorse's fault that this fandom is problematic or there is deeper root cause? Despite the amount of negativity both hh and hb recieved, is it still possible to listen to fans who give constructive criticism and improve both shows? Many fans often say something like"The Spindlehorse's crew don't want to listen to critics because there are too many bad faith criticism and hate" or "Those critics don't have the vision of the creators so their advices are invalid." I think both sides of this fandom are overly aggressive to whatever happened. It must have something behind it.

I think the reason why the fandom reacts so poorly to criticism is a mix of several factors:

These shows are fairly popular, the more popular something is the bigger the fanbase will be. And, likewise, some fans would be very defensive when it comes to criticism.

The batshit insane twitter users and fake outrage being confused with the actual critiques people have of the shows. I'll admit, early critical videos were...not great to say the least (cough cough Pkrussel cough cough), and many of Viv's past controversies are admittedly dumb. However, there are real issues people have with these shows and Vivziepop, however, because of all the past controversies with Viv being over-blown, fans lump these real and valid critiques in with the fake Twitter outrage, causing this confusing mess.

Vivziepop's reaction to critiscm. She directly dismisses critiques people have of her shows and pretty clearly spends a bit too much time on online discourse about her shows. Viv IS aware of the critiques people have of her shows but she has this very immature response to criticism just looking at her twitter, and, this does translate to the fandom as well.

Drama channels such as AyyLmao and Iox constantly defending Viv and her shows. AyyLmao is a fairly big channel and a lot of his videos are about controversies surrounding Viv. Pretty much all of these tend to be heavily biased as AyyLmao instantly takes Viv's side, as in several of his videos he deliberately chooses to lump in the actual critiques of the shows with the deranged Twitter users online, which contributes to the second problem I mentioned above. This can be seen with his hatedom video where he says that most of the criticism at least on Twitter isn't "real criticism" and "just hate disguised on such". Notice how he says that at least on Twitter the criticism is just hate. He's deliberately making it look like the critical community is just a bunch of deranged Twitter users who just hate Viv cuz they are jealous or something, when looking at sites such as Reddit, Youtube, Tumblr, etc you'll see people with ACTUAL PROBLEMS with the shows, by AyyLmao's ignoring that in order paint the critical community as a toxic hell-hole. He pretends to be neutral in the video but he clearly is biased with how he paints the critics here, as he only focuses on this one site just to make it look like the critical community is just an annoying vocal minority on Twitter. and because of that, the fandom views the critical community as just that; just an annoying vocal minority of Twitter users who shouldn't be taken seriously.

The fandom just refusing to engage with people's critiques because they can't handle criticism of their favorite shows. That's pretty obvious.

I don't think the fandom will get better any time soon given these factors I just mentioned. Until Viv learns to accept criticism, until Viv drama channels stop defending her bullshit, and until the fandom actually engages with people's critiques rather than sending death threats...ya no this fandom is still going to be awful.

[lbulldesigns]

AITAH FOR GHOSTING MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS FOR THREE YEARS, FOR MY OWN MENTAL HEALTH?

Posted 7th of January, 2024

Disclaimer: mentions of self-harm, violence, and attempted suicide.

Please bear with me. This post will be long.

I (20f) have been estranged from my family for the past three years.

I want to start off by saying that my family aren't bad people. They were never abusive, and they did care for me, but they could never understand me or the full extent of my issues.

Some background. When I was around five, my sister (26f), we'll call her V, and I witnessed our parents' death at the hands of some trigger-happy Enforcers. We don't know why they decided our parents deserved to die, but they did, and we were left orphaned when the authorities couldn't find any other family to take us in.

We bounced around in the system for a while, fearing being torn from each other at any moment, before a family friend was able to foster and then officially adopt us. Our AD (adoptive dad) was a godsend, he was and still (to my knowledge) is the most patient and gentle man I know. Despite looking like a wolf LOL.

Along with gaining a new father we also gained two brothers (twin 23m) the older twin (C) takes after our dad, Kind and patient. The younger twin (M) however is a little nasty bitch, who took upon himself to make my life in particular an ongoing hell. He was never physically abusive, but he was verbally abusive. It felt like not a day would go by when he wasn't putting me down and treating my existence like it was something insignificant. He never had a problem with V, just me.

For the first six years everyone else would defend me, put him in his place, and overall hold him accountable but at some point, they stopped holding him accountable and just expected me to grow a thicker skin. I still remember the day when I went crying to my sister and rather than comfort me, just rolled her eyes and asked if I could maybe not take him seriously because she needed to finish her group project. To her credit, she apologised for that but it was hard to rely on her after that.

Long story short, M made my home life unbearable, and I had bullies at school that made it unbearable. Especially once I was in high school and my best (and only) friend started making friends of his own. I want to say that I was cool with this, but in reality, I turned into an absolute brat and refused to get along with any of them. I wish I didn't, but I just couldn't help but feel betrayed and genuinely acted on those emotions.

And this is how I was with everyone. Constantly betrayed and acting out. It was no wonder everyone I knew got sick of me.

My Dad was constantly worrying about me.

My older brother avoided me as much as possible, to avoid my outbursts.

My sister was just constantly swinging between feeling guilty, angry, and just done with my constant outbursts. Especially when these outbursts were directed at her girlfriend, who constantly talked about how she wanted to be an Enforcer to protect others (take a wild guess why I couldn't like her). V even slapped me for something I said (I can't remember what) to her GF that made her cry.

And my best friend... hates me.

It's my own fault, obviously.

What led to the title of my post is this.

I told my (former) best friend that I loved him and wanted to be with him, and he just raged at me. Apparently, he was seeing someone and thought that I was pulling something in order to break them up. He didn't believe me when I said that I didn't know he was in a relationship (I genuinely didn't know) but he wouldn't hear it and called me an AH and said he was done with me.

I felt humiliated and heartbroken, when I got home that day I was crying and M was the first person, unfortunately, who I came across. And the first thing he does is scoff and roll his eyes, and said "fucking crybaby".

I don't fully remember what happened, I blacked out, but I remember my dad pulling me off of M and his face was a bloody mess. I'm pretty sure that I broke his nose and then some, my dad was so angry. The angriest I've ever seen him; he actually shook me by the shoulders and demanded what was wrong with me. And when I couldn't answer, they told me to get out. Which I did.

I just bolted from the house, the sound of shouting behind me, and just kept running until I got to the Bridge of Progress.

I was just so empty and lost, and the water below looked so tempting. I was about to end it all when my guardian angel showed up.

Ez (21m) was walking by when he saw me about to jump and, without hesitation, climbed up next to me and asked what we were doing.

He saved me that day, without even trying. He listened to my whining and rather than offer me empty promises of "it'll be okay" instead said "girl you messed up. Wanna go on an adventure with me?"

We've been friends ever since.

I took him on his offer and went home to collect some things, when I got there the lights were off so I climbed up to my bedroom window and let myself in. I grabbed my clothes, some saved up cash, my laptop, and my documents (in case I needed them) and left a note for my family saying "bye".

And that was three years ago. I haven't been in contact with them, I don't follow them on social media, and I left my mobile behind so they were never able to get hold of me.

I completely and utterly. Ghosted them. And I don't entirely regret it.

In the last three years I have gained close friends, experienced new things, seen interesting things, and have felt well enough to actually want to seek therapy. My mental health improved greatly, although I still have issues but still am lot better than I was before.

However, I can't help but feel like an AH. My family weren't bad, just fed up. They are genuinely good people (even M) it's just that I bring the worst out in people. But recently I've been wondering if I should reach out or not.

What if doing so disrupts their lives? What if my leaving improved their lives?

I don't know.

AITAH if I reach out to my family after ghosting them for three years?

(This is a fanfic. Please read tags)

[wetsocksinbed]

when the IRA set off bombs, England didn’t turn around and blow up Belfast under the notion that “there are terrorists hiding amongst the people”

when the colombine shooting happened, the American government didn’t order for the police and armed guards to go in and shoot everyone they saw

when the Boston Marathon bombing happened, the whole of Boston wasn’t bombed back

when the Christchurch mosque shooting happened in New Zealand, the government didn’t turn around and bomb all of the city under the guise of “taking out a terrorist”

so why is it different now?

why is it okay for Israel to bomb Rafah, kill thousands of innocent men, women and children, behead babies, crush prisoners under steamrollers, and let infants and children starve? Why is it okay for America to supply bombs hand signed?

I’ve seen more pictures and videos of dead children in the past few weeks than I ever have, or ever wanted to. I’ve seen a child holding two babies, now the sole carer for her little siblings. I’ve seen a man hold the limp corpse of his infant son, the baby so skinny that it looks more like some kind of crude doll than a real human. I’ve seen a father holding the headless body of a baby that hadn’t even seen its first birthday. A boy no older than 5 having to scrape the remains of his mother off of the concrete floor.

how can someone see these things and respond “October 7” or “they deserve it”?

nobody is saying Hamas is innocent. Nobody in their right mind has ever said Hamas is innocent. But if Russia or China invaded America, and ISIS came to defend you, you wouldn’t turn around and fight ISIS. You would eagerly accept any help that you got.

how hard is it to look at these people who are suffering and see humans? People? Has the world really fallen so far that empathy is just a word now? Everyone talks about how bad colonisation is, and how cruel our ancestors were, yet so many people stand here today and support the genocide of a group of people just trying to survive. How can you condemn the African slave trade, the holocaust, the Vietnam War, but support Israel? How can you see all those dead children and feel nothing? I’m terrified. I’m terrified that my own species can be so barbaric in this modern day and age. We aren’t our past, we are the most advanced we have ever been. We’ve sent people to space, we have miniature computers in the palms of our hands, but somehow we can look as headless babies and say “it’s what they deserve”

words cannot express how genuinely disgusted I am

[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

One Man's Stone is Another Man's Gem

◈ Pairing: Zhongli x fem!Reader ◈ Summary: You've just gotten out of an exhausting relationship with your boyfriend of ten years. Your boss, who you've only brushed shoulders with a few times in the six years you've worked at the company, suddenly makes you an offer that you can't turn down. ◈ Contains: NSFW, Angst, Boss/Employee Relationship, Power Imbalance, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Emotional Manipulation

"If someone changes drastically after securing their own interests, then it can only mean that it was never an honest exchange in the first place. In business practices, such a maneuver is called a bait-and-switch. It's rather frowned upon."

"You really can find an anecdote for every situation." You remarked.

Rather than getting deflated over your past, you focused on what Zhongli was saying instead. He had a way of making business sound like some sort of handbook for navigating life. Everything was a kind of transaction or a marketing scheme to him. You were getting used to hearing him explain things like this. Rather than finding his anecdotes boring and deliberate, you were oddly enlightened each time he drew them because of how applicable they were. Life really was just a bunch of transactions and that didn't make it any more or less meaningful. If you had seen things the way Zhongli did maybe you would've seen the abominable losses you were taking and left that doomed relationship years earlier. Too bad you had rose-colored glasses on and they were thick.

"I merely draw a parallel where there's a correlation. Sometimes it helps to see things in a simplified manner. Life is complicated, but oftentimes it's our own emotions, doubts, and fears that make it more complex then it actually is."

"I can see that now." I pouted. "So where were you all those years ago? I could've used some counseling."

He chuckled. "You were in love, my dear. It wouldn't be in my place to speak ill of your relationship. Even if I had, you wouldn't have listened to me then, would you?"

"I listen to you now though." You chirped.

"Only during work hours. You're quite opinionated whenever we're alone." He reminded you.

"I'm not unreasonable..." You defended yourself.

"Indeed you aren't." He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. A sincere pride glimmered in his eyes as he looked into yours. "I'm actually quite relieved that you aren't afraid to butt heads with me as often as you do. Rather than someone who just orders you around, I prefer to be someone you can air your grievances to."

"Don't worry. I don't have any complaints towards you."

He stroked his chin. "While I'm glad to hear that, I find it quite impossible. You simply haven't gotten to know me well enough."

"Well, isn't that why I'm here right now? To get to know you better?" You leaned in, turning the heat dial up a couple notches.

Zhongli's breath shallowed out as you shifted onto his lap. Your thighs parted over his hips, straddling him. His body sunk further into the plush leather with your added weight. You had him pinned to his couch.

"You're certainly getting quite comfortable with me." He noted. His hands rested on your waist as you draped your arms over his shoulders. "When I first took you under my wing, you were unable to look me in the eye."

[melimelissa998]

A Favor pt. 3

Part 2

As soon as I open the door, he walks right past me inviting himself in with no word, I roll my eyes and ignore his rudeness since I know Felix is more important. I follow behind, “You okay, mate?” he asks but hear no response “I, it’s his shoulder but it’s really bad” I inform him and hug myself feeling a little awkward standing there seeing how Felix is in silent cry. “He’ll lose conscious any minute, boss” I hear a voice next to me; I jump of the sudden presence, as I turn to see, “Lee Know?” I call out and see him standing in my living room, but I don’t remember opening the door for him too? “Y/N” he says my name as if he’s disappointed to see me, I frown and stare at him, he smirks at me as if he knew and was enjoying that I felt offended. I am about to question him, but his blonde boss speaks first “Take him to the car and tell Cha-, Spear B, to take him to Wang.” He orders.

Lee Know nods and does what he’s told, he carries Felix with one hand and helps him walk to the door, I hear Felix trying to say something but Lee Know just tells him to not overdue himself, I don’t hear the door close but I know they are already gone, leaving us both standing in silence “Is owing you favors some type of hobby of yours?” he asks in a fun tone. I shrug my shoulders and try not to smile. “I didn’t even know it was Felix in the alley when I hear-” “Wait what?” he interrupts me, “You approached Felix without knowing it was him?” he asks brutally. “Well, I saw him fall on the floor so I-” “And you thought it was a good idea to help a random stranger in a dark alley?” As soon as he said that I start to consider that maybe my actions were carefree “What if he was a drunk jackass, then what?” He scolds me as if he is my dad or as if we were close friends. “But he wasn’t” I want to defend myself, but at this point, he is right. “That was very dangerous Y/N” and the way he said my name, in that tone made me get so mad. “Wh-, I, y-” I couldn’t even form a simple sentence, “Just say thank you and leave” I say and point at the door. We both stand there in silence, and I can see how he is holding a smirk, which makes me madder.

He calls me out like if we had the confidence to talk to each other like that? Who does he think he is?

I see how he has no intention of moving so I walk to the door and slam it as loud as I can so he can get a note of me wanting him to leave. He takes a few more seconds to get to the door and he stands in front of me, I look at him directly into his eyes and just stare as long as he does. I also take the moment to admire his features.

The scares on his left cheek and forehead didn’t make him less attractive and it made me wonder if he knew he was attractive and how many times he has use that for his advantage.

“Have a sweet night Y/N” he speaks in a mocking tone, I stop fantasizing about his face and remember I want him out of my place, when I think he’s going to step out, he actually takes a step closer to me and takes my chin in between his hand and lifts it up a few inches “And thank you, baby girl” he says almost in a whisper, I feel my skin gets goosebumps of his sudden tone and I freeze in place.

I think he knows the effect this had on me because he has a big dumb smirk on his face. For a split second I gaze to his lips and then back to his eyes

“W-, have a good night, sir” I say but feel stupid as soon as those words come out, he doesn’t say anything about it and leaves. I shake off the sudden chills and close the door, I take a breath and walk back into my living room but stop in mid hallway to go back and lock the door. Not risking something else tonight.

I walk into the kitchen and remember I can finally sit and eat dinner; I look around and don’t see my plastic bag with the food. I close my eyes and sight. Please don’t let it be outside, where I think it is, I pray. I went back to the alley to only see the food spread on the floor with P and other of his friends eating from the bag. I sight again and give up for tonight and call it a day...

Only 2 days had passed since Felix, Lee Know and blondie were here, it was not as if I was waiting to hear from them but at the same time my mind would wonder for Felix. A knock on my door got me out of my trance of thinking of the boys. When I open the door, I see Mingyu with his big smile but is lost as soon as he scans me “Why aren’t you ready? Dude, we have 10 minutes to get there” he starts fuzzing at me. I give him a half smile “Because I can’t decide what to wear” I step aside to let him in, and we both walk to my room; he stares at my 2 options of tonight. “The black skirt witht the red blouse, that’s a new and I like it, now, go and change” He doesn’t hesitate to choose, I frown “What do you mean go change? Get out of my room, you go wait in the living room” I kick him out and start to change. I lastly put on my black loafers, re-checked in the mirror to see that my makeup was all good and step out of the room. He looks at me and gives me an approval nod, I try not to laugh, and we walk to the door.

I knew where we were going tonight, to that district 9 pool place we all really like, the pool place as in where Lee Know works, as in where I know I’ll see blondie…

I was feeling stomach sick all the car ride to the place, but as soon as we pull up to the parking lot, it got kinda worse and felt as if I needed to go to the bathroom. I don’t want for Mingyu to see I was going crazy, so I just start to take small breaths here and there. Mingyu opens the door for me, and I thank him, once inside, I start to look up to the second floor waiting to see blonde boy, but there’s nobody up there. I turn to the bar and do see Lee Know, I half smile “I’ll be right at the table in a sec” I inform Gyu and he nods. I walk to the bar and greet him “Hi, hey, Lee Know, am, uh, how’s Felix?” I ask in a whisper not sure why I didn’t feel confident asking from the start. “Uh, hey, mmm, he’s actually better, he’s in pain but will be okay” he informs, and I nod in silence “Oh, okay, that great” I say and we stand there in a uncomfortable silent “Okay, well, thanks” I say and turn to find my friends table, I scan the place and when I find them I walk to them excited to see them. “Hey, you” Jihyo waves and then pats the seat next to her for me to seat.

Every now and then I would peak up to see any sign of blondie or Felix. But in the hour I’ve been here, I didn’t see them at all, that was until I was at the bar ordering a round of drinks. “The boss wants to see you” Lee Know informs me as he makes the drinks, I look at him a little confused. Did I hear correctly? He lifts an eyebrow at me and rolls his eyes, then points out the stairs with his head. “Oh, like, right now?” I ask and he nods with a grimace. He tells me he can take the drinks to the table while I’m gone, I thank him and walk up the stairs crazy nervous, I feel the air colder the more I go up but at the same time I feel out of breath. As I reach the second floor, I gulp all my saliva, I felt as if I was in big trouble for some reason…

I look around and see a guy standing close to the wall, he’s already looking at me and I start to feel anxiety, I open my mouth to ask if I was supposed to be here like Lee Know said but he talks first “He’s in here” he opens a door I didn’t see until he half opened it, I walk to him and he opens it more “Thank you” I smile and he smiles back. Inside, it was a small office type room, there was a long in the middle of it with a few chairs around it, there was 4 people here too, Felix, the guy the call Spear B, someone I didn’t recognized and the blondie boss who I still didn’t know his name.

“Y/N!” I hear Felix call me with excitement, “Hey, how are you doing?” I ask heart warmed from his greetings, he stands up from across the room and walks to me “I’m better, still hurst but nothing pain killers can help” he explains, and I nod, I see he has a type of strap on his shoulder, I half smile and chuckle from the awkwardness I feel. “Oh, I, wanted to.” Felix mumbles something and starts looking around the room for something “.Here, this.” He gives me a small blue box “For you.” I take the box surprised “What is it?” I question and the brown head boy scoffs “Well open it and you’ll know” he says sarcastically, I turn to see him, and Spear B hits him in the back of the head. He complains about the pain and I try not to laugh. I turn my attention to the box and do as he said. When I take off the top, I see it’s a white piece of clothes, I take it out and realize it’s a cardigan, I exam it fully but I then look at Felix for an explanation “I know I ruined the one you were using the other night, the least I can do is give you a new one” he says and I felt my heart drop. “I mean, yeah but you didn’t have to, I, the cardigan was like 11 dollars but this one.” I see the Gucci brand tag on it “I, this is, you didn’t have to” I didn’t know how to tell him it was a sweet gesture but too much too. “Like he said, it’s the least he can do for helping him” the blonde boss speaks and we all turn to see him, he’s standing behind the table with his hands across his chest. Felix nods at me, I look again at the cardigan and just stand there with not knowing what to say, “Keep it, it’s a gift” he whispers in a sweet tone, I smile and nod “Thank you, it's, it is nice” I thank him, and I see his eyes sparkle; and again my heart feels touched. He nods and then looks at his boss, his smile fades a little and he starts to walk to the door. Spear B and the burnet boy follow behind and before Felix steps out he waves goodbye to me. I wave back and see him leave, I hear how his boss clears his throat to get my attention, I turn around to face him and wait for him to speak up. “The cardigan was on Felix, so it doesn’t count as the now 2 favors I owe you” I try not to do a facial expression at what he just said. Not the type to apologize I see. “Whatever you want, just ask and I’ll see what I can do” he unfolds his hands and walks closer to me. I start to panic inside and hold my breath “Just name it” he repeats. I start to feel pressured to say what I want to him, I try to say it, I have to at least try and risk making a fool of myself, I mean, I can say it in a way that if he laughs at my face I can backdown…

His gaze is so intense at this point that I just blurt it out.

“Diner” I finally say it, he tiles his head and I see how he was not expecting that answer “W-when I carried Felix to my place, I dropped my food, in the alley, s-so, you owe me diner” I explain, he looks down for a moment and then back at me. I tight the grip of the cardigan and just wait for the rejection.

“Okay.” He agrees “. Set the date, and I wll take you to a nice place” he walks to sit in the chair that’s placed right in the middle of the table. I see him sit down and look at me as if this was not a big deal. I open my mouth to say something, but I don’t even know what I want to say at this point.

“And your name, I-want to know your name” I also demand at this point, he smirks. He talks his sweet time to answer and just look at me.

“You can call me Christopher, baby girl” he finally gives me his name.

4.

[opinated-user]

as always, let me make one of my lists to respond to each part i marked in red. 1. "a groomer". i have proof of LO grooming someone. here and here in all of these flirty interactions ginger was a minor, 17 at her oldest and 15 at her youngest, while LO was a fully grown adult past her 20 who did absolutely nothing to put any kind of boundary. i don't care that ginger wouldn't call this grooming. i don't care what kind of relationship ginger has with LO now. letting a child to flirt with you, ask you that kind of suggestive question, to be aware about your sexual preferences and still interact openly with them, no caring about them being a minor, is grooming. there's not nuance to be had here. LO was the adult. it was her responsability to stop all of this and she didn't. that's why she's a groomer.

2. "a racefaker". i have proof of that too. LO's own words. the fact that she was never in close relationship with her grandpa nor ever bothered to reach out to her aunt, who is a respected and very still alive member of the Nation, an activist for indigenous issues. the fact that she'd disrespect her "heritage" as to claim that a cheap trinket literally created by a white colonizer was a "family heirloom" left by that grandpa, and still decided to use that while stripping for youtube, quite literally sexualizing this supposed "heritage" of her. i still have the screenshot of that one, LO. do you want me to share it again? the fact that she'll openly admit she never contacted anyone from that Nation and has no intention whatsoever to actually participate of that culture, no intentions of even being part of that community, making any claim of "wanting to reclaim my heritage" utterly meaningless. 3. LO is calling "murder" when Courtney defended herself from a pregnant woman that attacked her in a shelter and later misscarried, although neither LO or Courtney know for sure if the assault caused the misscarriage. Courtney was mentally unstable and was attacked. he defended himself. LO has said before that the only way to deal with bullies was to grab the heaviest object you could find and beat them with it. when you beat people with heavy stuff, they tend to get hurt. but now it's a bad thing to do just that, when she can use it against the sibling that is accusing her of molesting them for almost a decade since they were children.

oh, and i guess we're meant to also forget that LO also threatened a pregnant woman with a knife made by her. twice. on the same day. "but those are all Courtney's word". exactly. the defending themselves from that woman is also Courtney's words. nobody would know about it if Courtney didn't say it. so... what? are we meant to take Courtney's word seriously only when it comes to bad things that they did years ago, that nobody can confirm, but conveniently put all of the doubt of the world whenever it comes to talk to the things LO did? no, you don't get to do that. you don't get to play that card. either we believe Courtney's words or we don't. you don't get to pick and choose which parts were totally real and totally happened and which are lies just to get attention, especially when those "lies" just so happened to be the most convenient for you. so let's imagine that Courtney did lie about you in order to get attention. why are you suddenly believing her about this? for all you know, she's lying about that too to get attention again.

4. "molestation". oh. oh. so now it's bad when a child touches another? so now that's evil? now that's molestation? when it was about LO touching Courtney it was all about "i was 7, no, 6, i mean 5, therefore you can't hold me accountable for that, you can't hold that against me as an adult, i was horrifically abused" and "even if i did that, i was a kid, even if i did, it was only because i was abused, even if..." when LO is the one touching Courtney as a child, we can't hold that against her because they were kids and "even if i did that", she was abused. we conveniently leave out the part in which LO continued to do that for years, almost an entire decade, everytime this comes up. you can't hold kid LO accountable for molesting and coercing her younger sibling because they were kids, because "even if i did that" LO was abused anyway. but Courtney touching a child when they were a child and stopping out of their own volition is molestation, something you do have to hold against the 30 year old person of today. even though Courtney also claims to have been horrifically abused by people who weren't even LO. no, coming from them, that's evil. when Courtney is the one doing it. just like you can't blame a 6 year old kid for anything wrong ever, but you absolutely can blame 6 year old Courtney for not stopping an adult predator from abusing kid LO, even though back them they didn't had the words, the power or the knowledge to do anything about what was happening to them. again, you can't pick and choose which parts of Courtney's stories are true and which are lies when those "lies" conveniently are the parts that paint you in a bad light. for the record, again, in case anyone was wondering. no, i'm not going to actually blame a 30+ year old adult for something they did as a kid barely older than a toddler. if you want me to do that, i don't know what to tell you. your age doesn't even have two digits, some kids didn't even learned to speak at that age, so many can't go to the bathroom alone. if LO had only touched Courtney when they were that small and then stopped out of their own volition, my tone would be a lot different when speaking about this. kids do stupid things, they hurt each other all the time because they don't know what they're doing, and that's talking about children without any history of CSA. when you do add CSA, it gets even more complicated. but LO didn't stop. LO continued on until she was physically unabled to keep going. she continued on fully knowing what she was doing and tried to groom Courtney into "consenting" to it. not happy enough with that, LO then continued to keep fantasizing about a kid version of her sister who would have consented. she continued on to romanticize incest, going so far as to actually defend it as a whole in videos. she continued on to groom a minor to later date her. she continued on to normalize sexualizing herself for her audience that she fully knows has minors. she continued on to put the minors on her audience at risk by not dennouncing predators who're quite literally targetting minors. i bet you thought i forgot about that one, LO. i bet you thought that we'd all forgot about that time we spend days begging you to dennounce sparky and you did nothing, simply because sparky was feeding you the narrative that you wanted the most at the time. this happened this year alone, LO. this year, with you as a fully grown 31 year old woman. that's where you can't blame abuse anymore. all of that was a choice that LO took and one she deserves to be called out for. also... how interesting that when LO is the one being accused of molestation, that's only more evidence that she was abused so she's blameless in the whole situation. but when Courtney is the one doing it, that's no sign of any abuse she went through. that's not more reason to believe him when it comes to what Cameron did to it. no, it was evil. simply because. because Courtney "never suffered anything", right?

are people seriously not seeing how blatantly convenient this narrative is? do i really need to come out and point out the obvious double standard?

5. LO suddenly caring about hypocrisy, ngl, is just hilarious. the same woman who spent years telling people that she doesn't care if she's an hypocrite, as long she's right. the same woman who has insisted over and over again that accusations of being "hypocrites" mean nothing because that doesn't contradict what they actually said.

but now it does, when the "hypocrites" are accusing her of knowingly hurting and abusing people as a fully conscious older person. futhermore, what hypocrisy even? none of us truly accused kid LO of being a monster of pure evil who was acting out of pure malice. that was never a thing. we accused the adult LO and teen LO of doing things that she knew were wrong and harmful to other people. we accused the adult LO of grooming, of lying, of abusing, of being a horrible person when by all means she should know better by now. i have lost count of how many times me and other people in this blog have said that LO didn't deserve to suffer the abuse she went through as a child, that we do feel for that kid that could have end up a lot better if only they were placed in a better home, if they received actual help. we always felt for that little kid who was broken and hurt before they could even understand what was happening to them. both Courtney and LO. this is not saying that we're beyond fault or "virtuous" in any kind of way, because that's just basic normal human compassion. anyone should feel bad when hearing about children being abused because no children ever deserves that. not condemming an abused child for acting in the same way many abused children do, when they don't have an actual idea of what they're doing, is not hypocresy. it's just sad and painful.

6. "there has never been an accusation against me that wasn't anything but hearsay". but when it's an archived video of you saying the things we accuse you of saying, it's AI. when it's an archives, it's still lies. when Patch literally has a bunch of receipts about you paying him for zoophilic artwork and his screenshots clearly show your discord username, that's still lies. when i can show screenshot of you stripping with that "family heirloom" for youtube and anyone can clearly see it's your face, that's still lies. when we have video evidence of you doing the thing we accuse you during streams (like emotionally abusing your wife), that doesn't matter. the evidence is out there. our blogs are filled to the brim with it. end of story.

7. "i have never done a damn thing wrong my entire life"

there she goes again, overcompensating in her attempt to present herself better than she is. it is overcompensating because everyone has done things wrong in their life. everyone. you're not a bad person for doing a thing wrong in your life, you're just a person learning to live in this world. but LO can't have that, she has to be the biggest victim in the room, the goodest one possible, and everyone can only be irredeemable monsters that only deserve death. this is so nakedly telling, it's just funny.

[your-oddities]

Marble Hornets headcanons !!

but 1/4 of this stuff are just habits i have.

this is due to the fact these characters are literally me.

Jay:

-If a fast food employee gets his order wrong, he’ll do everything in his power to make sure it’s not fixed. Not because he doesn’t care. He just hates having to bother minimum wage workers.

-When he was young he used to cough obnoxiously whilst walking past smokers to make them feel bad. He did this a handful of times with Tim in a couple hotel rooms. But Tim didn’t notice. Or ignored him. Jay never knew which.

-He bumps into EVERYTHING. No spacial awareness at all.

-He has quite few jackets in his closet. Most of them are the exact same because he found one he really liked then just bought like five. neurodivergent boy say what!??!!1!1!

-If you give him pointers or constructive criticism he’ll take them way too personally and feel like he did something wrong. Like really wrong. It’s really not a big deal. To him it is.

-Isn’t superstitious at all. That being said, that one lucky charm he got from an old friend always seems to find itself in his pocket.

-Very sentimental.

Tim:

-Definitely had to be a “he ordered no pickles” kind of guy when he and Jay were out sharing hotel rooms.

-Avoid confrontation at all cost. Unless it’s completely necessary, he just won’t do it. Someone could cuss him out and he’d just stand there wondering how to get out of the situation.

-Honestly… love you Tim, but I imagine his personality to be pretty stale. He never had real good social interaction until Brian came along, meaning not until college. He finds it hard to get past small talk with people he’s recently met.

-If you take him to a Starbucks or something and ask him what he wants he’ll say “uhh.. coffee??”

-Says his favorite band is something like Metallica or Green Day. And don’t get him wrong, he likes those. But he’ll die for The Smiths.

-Never cared about style. Ever. Did you see what he had on in entry #9??

-Still loves his mom. He places some blame on her of course, but he could never bring himself to hate his mother. He knows he was and still is messed up mentally. She handled it best she knew how.

-Uses reading glasses whenever he’s trying to read something on his flip phone. That was until iPhones came out and he got rid of his old phone.

Alex:

-Everybody knows that during Marble Hornets man couldn’t for the life of him chill. He was always angry. But that’s definitely the influence of The Operator. He was actually a really sweet and funny guy pre-MH. Yes, he had his angry moments, but who doesn’t??

-Unless you’re using the most sarcastic tone ever, he can’t understand it. But he’s extremely sarcastic himself. Of course he always tries to make it very clear.

-THICK LENSES. Like bro. Took his parents until he was about five and bumping into absolutely everything to go get his eyes checked.

-Living standing emoji. He didn’t discover putting his hands in his pockets until after he dropped Marble Hornets.

-Watches fiction movies then criticizes the parts that aren’t realistic.

-“Why would you pull that piece of glass out of your leg?? Keep it in until you can see a doctor!” “Alex we’re watching a movie about an alien invasion.”

-Did I mention he speaks to the characters on screen like they’re actually there?

-Denies he’s the dad of the group (he is).

Brian:

-The silly. But we already knew that.

-Extremely social. Extrovert to the max. Doesn’t love parties, but he’ll go to just about any other social event.

-He doesn’t have any idea what personal space is. He’ll hug, pat your back, or just give you small bits of affection every three seconds. Unless someone asks him to stop, of course. It’s just his go-to.

-Actually, Brian’s openness to physical affection is the main reason Tim became good friends with him. He didn’t get a lot of love when he was a child, so it’s something he’s come to crave. And Brian welcomes it with open arms, literally!!

-Loves (most) bitter food. He’ll defend dark chocolate with his life. But he can’t handle black coffee.

-He bit his nails for years on end. When he learned how insanely unsanitary it is, he stopped immediately. Now he just picks at them.

-He’s never not had a dog. Except for that one time he had a ferret.

-Feeds the alley cats. He just loves animals so much. That’s why his parents thought he was gonna be a veterinarian when he grew up.

lil extra stuff abt their sexualities and whatnot!!

Jay - Gay, though that’s basically canon. Aroace but he’s not repulsed by relationships by any means. Romantic or sexual. He’s had his fair share of boyfriends and girlfriends before he found out he dislikes titties. He/him.

Tim - Doesn’t really bother with labels. He knows he likes girls as well as guys, so he just tells everybody he’s queer. He also doesn’t exactly announce this to anybody but his close friends, but he’s demisexual + romantic. He/him but he won’t correct you if you use anything else.

Alex - Born a girl. He was a girl for years because that’s just what everybody called him. Then he watched SheZow when he was like seven and went “whoa… people can change genders??” Years down the line and a bunch of long conversations with close friends lead him to identify as a boy when he was a junior in high school. Of course he got bullied relentlessly for it, so he didn’t actually transitioning until after school. I mean, literally. After the last day of senior year he picked up testosterone for the first time ever. He/they.

Brian - To me, he’s definitely pansexual. He doesn’t care about the parts. Personality is the one thing that matters to him. When he first got into college, he learned what non-binary means and he experimented with a couple different gender labels. But he settled on being demiboy. Any pronouns.

[kamomillee]

The King's Fall

There’s something important I’d like to share about this story.

The king, deeply shaken and worried about an unknown threat, feels the weight of being the sole protector of his kingdom. His trauma from past experiences and the fear of possibly not being able to deal with this danger consume him. He turns to the resources at his disposal but finds no answers. The only remaining option he can think of is the forbidden book. But then his wife suggests asking for help from the people of Rosas, an idea he accepts.

The king summons the people, asking for their help identifying the traitor threatening the kingdom. He asks them only to provide information so that he can deal with it himself.

But once the questions begin and someone says the trigger word “wish”, everyone quickly forgets about the urgent matter and starts asking about wishes. They question the king’s competence in protecting their wishes and begin clamoring for a new wish ceremony.

“Can you hold a wish ceremony? We’d be happy.”

“Can you hold a ceremony today?”

“Can you hold a ceremony NOW?”

With everyone talking at once, it was disrespectful and inconsiderate. Naturally, the king would be irritated.

(What do you think this is? Christmas?)

Bringing order and demanding silence, he asks if all they can think about is the wish ceremony, and they confirm that yes, all they think about is the wish ceremony.

The disappointment and irritation are obvious.

In his frustration, he makes a deal: those who help him will be rewarded with a wish, but those who help the traitor will not. This was quite sensible, as they don’t seem inclined to be helpful otherwise.

So… the worst thing that can happen to traitors is not having their wish granted by the king they betrayed… no imprisonment? no banishment? Okay…

The movie makes it seem like he was irrational and overreacted by getting upset. However, it doesn’t take much to realize that the people’s behavior was incredibly annoying; he has every right to be irritated.

Amaya says they acted this way because the king made them comfortable enough to do so. Which is true. They were very comfortable and complacent.

So, he goes out to vent and de-stress alone, which is perfectly reasonable?

He’s at the height of his stress and irritation, disappointed with his people. Add the past trauma. There’s an unknown threat, and he’s the only one who can defend the kingdom. Seeing no other options, since he’s already tried everything he can think of, he turns to the last resort: the forbidden book. His strong emotions clouded his vision and judgment. He made a hasty and poor decision, which was his mistake, and he ended up cursed.

That said, I’d like to share a piece of life advice that applies to everyone.

Never make any decisions when you’re emotionally shaken, especially important decisions.

When you’re overwhelmed by your emotions, it clouds your vision and judgment. You can’t see the big picture, and reality becomes blurred. If you act hastily, unless a miracle happens, you’ll most likely make a bad decision that you’ll regret later.

Even the most altruistic person can make mistakes under the impact of emotions, making poor decisions that negatively affect those around them and themselves.

You can be stressed, you can be angry. Take some time for yourself and do whatever helps you de-stress. But don’t make any decisions in that state. Calm yourself first. Then, yes, carefully analyze your options and make a decision. Don’t be hasty.

Therefore, it’s essential for everyone to learn and develop the ability to manage their emotions properly. Developing emotional intelligence and self-control is crucial for living a balanced and wise life. Live wisely, and you will live well.

If trauma is involved, the challenge is even greater, as it directly attacks your emotions and judgment, distorting reality further. It is crucial that you seek to work through and heal from your trauma, no matter how big or small, so that it does not control you and your life.

You are not your emotions.

You are not your trauma.

Don’t let these things control you.

You are greater than all of this, even if you don’t feel like it is true. The truth is, you can win and overcome all of these things.

Thank you for reading. Take care and be well. 💖

[priincekin]

My All-In Interpretation in regards to Hyuluka and Hyun-woo

Summary : Hyuna, the extrovert, adopted Luka, the introvert, as her friend, and did her best to include him. However, Luka became jealous, and decided that the best thing to do was to kiss Hyuna. Hyun-woo, being a protective younger brother, approaches Luka about it and it ends in a fight; Luka, in the chaos and trying to defend himself with no arm strength, accidentally pushes Hyun-woo onto a rock and killing him before ultimately falling down due to injuries.

The Hyuluka dynamic pre-death isn’t too complex. In the Anakt Garden art book, Hyuna is shown as being popular, while Luka often watches the crowd from afar. She was an extrovert who probably felt bad for the supposed outcast and started to spend time with him out of pity.

While ultimately less than important to the chain of events, I think it’s likely that Luka’s kiss wasn’t necessarily borne of bad intentions. Instead, I think it was caused by a lack of social understanding.

In the MV, there’s a couple small moments with young Luka that point to some form of neurodivergency. These small details are also present in other forms, such as his interview. There’s a good chance he didn’t quite grasp the social cue of “hey, you can’t go and kiss her” and after a moment of jealousy, he figured it was a good time and just did it. I’m not trying to say he did nothing wrong, though, he absolutely did.

What exactly led to the fight is very much up for debate. There’s no way of knowing without dialogue. The most common interpretation I’ve seen is Luka confronting Hyun-woo about how much time Hyun-woo spends with his sister. That hardly makes sense. Instead, I propose that maybe Hyuna told Hyun-woo about the kiss, and he took it upon himself to confront Luka about it. Obviously, it went horribly wrong.

Logistics, in a case like this, are very important. The Hyun-woo killing is the most up for debate here. Running through a couple important factors:

Blood Splatter: In the case that Luka picked up the rock and bludgeoned him to death with it, the blood would be splattered across the whole surface instead of dripping down from where his head laid.

Physical Dynamics: Imagine trying to push someone taller than you in a way so that their head hits a very, very small rock. It would be difficult to not only get the person to stand in the right place, but also make sure they don’t move aside as they fall.

That’s what Luka would’ve had to do in order to kill Hyun-woo on purpose. In addition to that, Luka is likely to have very little arm strength, so pushing Hyun-woo over would’ve had to have been when he let his guard down; all in all, it would’ve been nearly impossible to plan the incident. As it stands, it’s fairly evident that it was just a freak accident.

Self-Defense: Throughout the coarse of Alien Stage, Luka has been shown to be extremely logical and aloof, not one to show emotions openly. Especially not those unbefitting to an Alien Stage victor. While there is a fair chance that he had less control over his emotions at that age, it’s still hard to believe that he would go to Hyun-woo looking for a fight, or that he would ever initiate one in the first place.

If Hyun-woo attacked first, it makes sense why Luka would’ve chosen to push him over; for someone with low upper-body strength, it would be easier to push Hyun-woo over rather than try to throw a solid punch. He’d be able to use his back and torso to put more weight behind it, and ultimately shove him over. If he was being hit, repeatedly, it’s all he really could do.

Assuming that everything above is correct, this smile could take on a new context. If he hasn’t seen Hyun-woo yet, he could very well be assuming that he had just succeeded in getting him off of him, or that he had ran away.

And here is where he sees the body. Yes, he could be looking at his purple fingers. But he could also be looking past that and realizing just what he’s done to Hyun-woo, and to me, that seems more likely.

[lorynna]

Andrew Tate, a huge hypocrite, is the perfect example of: create the disease, sell the cure." Now, let me explain.

Tate starts off with his webcam business. He openly admits on camera - filming and releasing the footage himself -, that not only is he purposefully manipulating girls, making them fall in love with him (he himself calls it and actively uses the term "lover boy method" as a descriptor) but then also convincing them to work for him as cam-girls, telling those women that they could get rich together if she would simply start instrumentalizing her body and sexuality. He continues to explain in great detail how exactly he emotionally abused those women, lied to them and used several manipulation tactics on them. But I'd rather not mention all that here, since that would open up a whole new conversation and take too long to fully dive into this.

He also admitted on camera that he robbed them of about half of the money those women made "working for him" and then states and I quote: They thought they were on 50% and I said that the despair of the money was because of taxes."

He continues to talk about men "falling in love" with the women he recruited for his Webcam business which were selling their houses, spending all of their life savings etc. in order to pay for the cam-girl services and he commented on those men's actions saying," give me all of it" admitting he didn't at all care for the lives or fates of those men. Tate built his whole empire on being a pimp, which he defines as and i quote again" being a positive, inspirational, motivating person", exploiting and extracting money from lonely, depressed, porn-addicted men.

Now something might start to click. But isn't he a known advocate for those exact men? Telling them that porn consumption is bad, to get their health and depression in check, recommending going to the gym and preaching about how much he hates prostitutes?

He's an advocate for men's suffering and problems? After he caused so much damage to them, making money off of them, taking advantage of them and furthered their misery? The irony.

First he scammed those men, taking their money with good conscience, now he is an advocate for them, making them hate the kind of women he himself manipulated into this, talking about how bad porn is, when he literally owned a webcam business. And don't dare to come at me with "but people change, maybe he learnt from his mistakes".

For now I just recounted why he's a huge hypocrite but now let's focus on why he is a huge mysognist. He has said many things I don't even want to recount, including but ofc not limited to him demonstrating how he'd hit a women in the face that would "misbehave" and not "listen to him" and I have also unfortunately personally seen the video footage that is going around of him beating up a woman with a belt.

One example out of his many many statements so I can further lead on with this text: He further talks about his webcam business, saying "the only girls i couldn't recruit, were girls who had rich parents. Because they're like: Oh, but I don't need that money, my parents are rich! Girls are gonna get their Luis Vuitton bag either way." Implying how all women are superficial and only rich parents prevent a girl from being a "hoe". He got his fame and money from the same women he continues to publicly shame now.

He damaged women and men at the same time, yet there's still people, mostly men, defending him saying "yeah, but he also sometimes tells things that are true!". I appreciate your intention to differentiate and trying to filter through the many bullshit things he's said just so you can cling on to a single true statement.

Even the worst person sometimes has valid points, but that doesn't mean that we can just overlook the things he did in the past and the overall harm he has caused and is STILL causing.

Aside from all of this stuff, Tate continued to deny many of his statements he himself posted online before, showing massive double standards. It seems like he just tries to profit off what's giving him the largest, most uncritical fan base and by targeting incels who love to follow and hear an "alpha male" talk about how "all women are bitches", fueling their anger due to being rejected by women, he seems to have found a goldmine.

He promotes harmful, misogynistic views on women, promoting toxic behavior towards them and is imprinting on the minds of young, impressionable, vulnerable men.

If after knowing all this, you're still a defender of Tate, you might be just as bad as Tate himself.

[xjulixred45x]

Kaigaku/Genya/ObaMitsu x Yui Komori! Reader

request:

hello! I saw that requests are open so I want to make one, mainly headcanons of kaigaku (probably from the aus reverse because the canon is a bastard), genya and mitsuri/obanai (as a poly relationship) with a couple that is like yui komori,! Take your time with this order and good luck in your studies!

Hello! I wouldn't say exactly Revérse AU. Kaigaku is (in my opinion) one of the most WASTED characters in the entire series, more than a son of a bitch, I feel like we don't get to see ANYTHING of him to understand his motives. I understand you sister.

This will be long😬 but I hope you enjoy it

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: Female

Warnings: Mentions of abuse/kidnapping, PTSD, kidnappers are mentioned in some cases, SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA AND ANIME, the reader has a personality like Yui Komori, Kaigaku can be somewhat OOCHurt/Comfort, Fluff.

Kaigaku Inadama

He probably knew you from 1-the Wisteria house (those that appear in chapter 9) or 2-you are related in some way to Jigoro (his and Zenitsu's sensei).

Let's go for the first, there is already a lot of the second.

Definitely at first he didn't understand why you were so friendly, and it even got on his nerves thinking that it was some kind of facade to attack at any moment.

But seeing that it wasn't like that, he really doesn't know how to deal with someone so gentle and kind. Or why he feels the need to get your attention.

He tries to be his normal arrogant self, tease you a little, but most of the time he can't bring himself to be like that with you. Not when you take care of him with such gentleness, which he's not used to.

A glutton for your food, he doesn't say much when you bring him his daily portions, but he doesn't leave a crumb behind. He's a glutton for your cooking.

Although it may not seem like it at first, he is a good listener, while he eats and you talk to him, try to remember the things that you seem to like, so he can be more prepared to try to like you.

A great show-off! But that was already seen coming. Especially if you ask him to see his techniques, his ego (already through the roof) is going to skyrocket.

He may even be more dramatic with his injuries just so that you care for him and look at him more than the other patients, he is somewhat capricious, but be patient with him, he will live.

If we talk about more advanced terms of relationship, Kaigaku is quite protective of you, but not in the traditional way so to speak, he is protective without you knowing it most of the time, like giving death glares to those who he feels are talking bad about you to your back, or always having the katana nearby when they go out at night, you never know...

Although he definitely won't think twice about fighting with someone to defend your honor. Especially after knowing about your past with abuse, he won't tolerate it.

Kaigaku is BAD with emotions, but he definitely won't leave you suffering, if the PTSD attacks are being especially bad he will try to be there for you, mainly with physical contact (not suffocating). He will get better the more time he spends with you.

Speaking of, if the people who hurt you somehow come back into your life...haha. They better run, Kaigaku is going to hunt them (although you don't have to know that part).

What else is he supposed to do!? Someone as good as you... just won't let little shits get away with it.

He is not religious at all, but he will let you do what you need to feel safe, even if it doesn't make sense to him, he knows that in a world with demons, one needs to hold on to something.

If we talk about the timeline where he becomes a Demon, you already know who his first meals would be ;)

Even if he becomes a demon, I see him watching over you from a distance. If you join him, even better! It can protect you much better that way.

ALTHOUGH- I don't think he'll let you turn into a demon, not because he doesn't want to, he's just scared of the possibility that you will 1- die or 2- forget about him completely.

But if we talk about a timeline where he does NOT become a demon, it is most likely that he will try to make amends for what he did in the past in some way (what with Gyomei and partly Zenitsu, although it would not be easy).

Fortunately he always seems to regain energy when he comes to visit you, seriously, his companions literally don't understand how you have him so tamed (especially Zenitsu).

In general it is like having your own Bulldog, aggressive but loyal.

Genya Shinazugawa

You're going to be the death of this man--in a good way!

When he met you at the Mariposa mansion, he already couldn't handle the other nurses, but you insisted on taking care of him, which made it much worse.

He's obviously not mad at you! He just doesn't know how to handle his nerves. Although with your perseverance and soft personality, he learns to AT LEAST not stutter SOOOOO much in front of you and have a decent conversation(Progress!).

Being so gentle and friendly, it's only natural that he gravitates towards you. His mother, you remind him a lot of his mother. It hurts but at the same time it feels great.

So he tries to help you from time to time with the tasks you do around the mansion, like carrying heavy things or reaching something from a high shelf (we all know it's not a problem for him).

Although at first you thought he just honestly didn't like you, because of how he sulks when he's nervous, if it weren't for the other butterfly girls, maybe you wouldn't have noticed his Crush for you.

You would have to take several first steps, Genya simply wouldn't dare to do it without a CLEAR clue that he has a chance with you (my poor boy has self-esteem problems).

If we talk about more advanced terms of the relationship, Genya is still the shyer of the two, but he is more likely to initiate physical contact than when they were not a couple. Dude, holding hands, hugs from behind, stuff like that.

Genya is quite careful with you, mostly because he is somewhat afraid of scaring you with his appearance and height, especially when you tell him what you went through in the past.

He's obviously angry, and of course! Who would hurt someone as good as you!? They don't deserve to breathe. But it focuses more on comforting you about the situation.

He has his fair share of nightmares related to what happened that night, and while he's not very good at consoling, he does his best (and honestly he's better than Kaigaku in that department, he's like a teddy bear).

Thanks to Gyomei, he has some understanding of religion, so he sees your prayers as something .

Be grateful that you have something to draw comfort from.

LIVE-FOR-YOUR-FOOD-Did you see that drawing of him blushing while Aoi tries to get him to eat? That's you two at the beginning.

Although of course, now that they are in trust, he really appreciates when you bring him some bento after a mission (demons don't know well people). Take advantage of these moments to let him talk about your day and how it went while he was away.

I once tried to help you cook something, but I failed miserably and almost set the kitchen on fire.

I once tried to help you cook something, but I failed miserably and almost set the kitchen on fire.

If the people who hurt you in some way come back into your life, don't worry! The shotgun is loaded and Genya is already deadly enough to go against high-ranking Demons, heartless morons are nothing to him.

Even if they don't die, it will ensure that they are away from your life.

In general, he can't stand seeing you afraid, he will do whatever it takes to see you happy, safe and healthy.

Iguro Obanai + Mitsuri Kanroji

(these two are my Comfort Ship)

(anyways)

Mitsuri would try to keep in touch with you to make sure you were doing well, so to speak.

Obanai was the one who had the hardest time opening up to you, obviously, but with the help of Mitsuri and your attitude, I can start to be tolerant and little by little start to like you.

Obanai could empathize with you over the topic of the turbulent past, so he was able to overcome his "rejection" towards you much faster than one would expect thanks to this.

Mitsuri is ridiculously more obvious with her Crush on you, Obanai is more discreet, but in itself the fact that you are a woman, you are not Mitsuri and HE TOLERATES YOU is already enough of a clue for those who know him.

It's say that after your rescue you ended up at the Butterfly State. Obanai and Mitsuri will take advantage of any opportunity to check on you, have a chat with you, etc.

Mitsuri helps you with her enormous strength with heavy tasks, she can even carry you if you are very tired, don't worry, for her you don't even weigh like a bunch of grapes.

Obanai is quieter, but he accompanies you in day-to-day tasks, apart from the fact that he seems to be ruder to staff who are not especially YOU. Shinobu ends up serving as Cupid here and assigns you to him constantly.

If we talk about more advanced relationship terms, They are both a love and balance each other perfectly.

Mitsuri is much more chatty and cuddly, Obanai is more serious but gives meaningful gestures without the need for words.

Mitsuri is a great inspiration in general, Obanai is someone you can empathize with much more due to past experiences and certain shared feelings they come to have. Mitsuri does everything she can to stop them from thinking those things.

As I said at the beginning, it is most likely THEY who saved you, so they are more aware of your past related to abuse. They are very careful about it, especially Mitsuri because he doesn't want to go into unknown territory and make you feel bad, but he tries his best to make you feel better.

Obanai is better at dealing with crises, having gone through years of his own traumatic experience, he is better informed on the subject and will share everything about it with Mitsuri.

In general, both of them open up to you so that you feel more comfortable with them to tell them things and everything is as balanced as possible.

Pile of hugs pile of hugs pile of hugs--

Obanai doesn't eat much, but he definitely tries to leave his plate empty to make you and Mitsuri happy.

Mitsuri LOVES your food, everyone does, but with Mitsuri's appetite, it's understandable that she'll be the one who eats the most of your desserts.

If those who hurt you return...it won't be for long, they will have a wild Obanai behind them while Mitsuri distracts you with some sword tricks along with Kaburamaru around your neck preventing you from turning your head to where Obanai is.

Even MITSURI would be eager for revenge, even if they don't want them dead, they want them to pay for harming someone as good and innocent as you.

They bring out the worst in her, so to speak.

Overall, they are a very balanced and loving trio. They make sure you NEVER feel vulnerable and unprotected again. Not their your guard.