#got all mopey and sappy for a moment excuse me

[seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana]

I’m going to be sappy for a moment since I stumbled on old posts and I just have to be sappy okay? It’s my purpose.

It’s interesting to see how I was using tumblr to see other blogs (before I posted) and see their content and make sure they knew I loved them and their work (writings or art or anything) years ago, and how I am now. I post a lot, write a lot, talk to friends a lot, show my support a lot, and use tumblr as my safe space. I talk about my issues or something that crosses my mind (on my main blog and my other blogs), or about what’s happening in my life, and I get to talk to friends! I talk to people happily and actually connect about our interests, and I don’t just stay in the background.

It’s so funny to look back at my old posts and see how I was SOOO excited to get 19 followers and said how I believed my blog was just gonna be a random one no one would follow. I reblogged it YEARS ago (like 2018) and said how I had 300+ then.

Guys. I was that excited and I wrote PARAGRAPHS.

👏PARA👏GRAPHS

And now I have 1,262. Me in 2018 would’ve been so excited and freaking out about how many I have, and writing even more paragraphs about how thankful I am…so I’m going to. I never expected to ever hit 1k, or anywhere near it. I use tumblr to screech about the things I love and I’m so grateful that out of these 1,262 people, I have found friends and though we don’t know each other irl, it still makes my day when I see your name come up in my notifications. It adds a boost to my day, and I know I’m making someone else’s day better too. I love posting about my interest and learning that someone else likes my opinion and likes my own work, too. And seeing their little add-on’s too! It’s so great! It’s nice to have people to talk to and have them listen and then add on to the things we love. I love being able to show my appreciation even if I’m just another number to another blog.

Anyways, mutuals I love you all and I’m happy you’re following me and I hope you’re happy to follow me as well :)💙.

And even if we aren’t friends/mutuals but you’re part of the 1,262, I love you very much as well and seeing your name pop up makes me happy, and I hope I make you happy, random scroller on my blog.

Goodnight.

[my-one-true-l]

New request discussion: Wammy's boys (and Matsuda) getting heartbroken and how they deal with it. I know Matsuda isn't a member of Wammy's. I chose him randomly 😂💕

Hello Cherrygirl-28! I wrote something very similar a while ago, so most of these are repeats of that. Matsuda’s is brand new.😊🖤

L

He’s distracted and quiet. He keeps getting lost in thought about what when wrong and how it all went down.

He’s not just snarky, he’s mean and no one wants to be on the receiving end of it.  Trust me.

He wants nothing more than to focus on the most difficult case he can find. Even if he’s distracted at times, refocusing his mind will help him forget, if even for a little while.

The littlest thing gets on his nerves. He can’t help it. He’s hurting and it’s coming out at anyone and anything around him. (Poor Matsuda should have stayed home.)

He keeps snapping at Watari. He feels bad about it, which makes it worse. Every time he does it, Watari just sets his hand on L’s shoulder for a moment before leaving him alone.

He never wants to see them again, but can’t stop thinking about them.

He doesn’t cry. He doesn’t scream. He’s numb to them and resentful of the memories because he knows it’s going to be hard for him to forget.

Mello

He’s angry and heartbroken. Everywhere he looks he’s reminded of them and he can’t escape them.

He’s punched more than one hole in the wall. He knows it’s dumb, but he’s having a hard time with impulse control.

He’s packed up everything that they left at his place and dropped it off on their doorstep. He never rings the bell or lets them know he’s going to come by.

He spends the next three days brooding. He misses them and doesn’t want to. He paces around his place like he’s caged.

Tears up the pictures of them and throws them out. He immediately regrets it and tapes them back together and puts them in his bottom drawer under some old jeans he doesn’t wear anymore.

He takes off the necklace they gave him and puts it with the pictures. Maybe someday they won’t hurt to look at anymore.

Near

He is mopey, but he’s trying not to show it.

He dives into the next case that comes his way. He wants to be distracted and the best way to do that is to keep his mind off of his ex.

Every time Rester asks him if he’s ok, he says “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be? It’s not uncommon to have a relationship fail.”

He’s really hurting deep down, but he’ll be damned if he will let it out.

Won’t eat. He insists that he’s eating normally, but everyone has noticed that he hasn’t had anything all day.

At night, he curls up in his bed and hugs the stuffie that his ex gave him. He hopes he dreams about them, just this once so it feels like he can be with them one more time.

Matt

Misses his ex and has no trouble admitting that to his closest friends.

Calls them to see if they want their stuff back. If not, he puts it all in a box and hides it in his closet. He will deal with it someday when everything isn’t so new.

Calls them every day to see how they are. He wants to still be friends and hopes that they do, too.

He plans to gradually cut back until it feels normal to not talk to them all the time. They were a huge part of his life and he wants to ween himself off of wanting them around. Eventually he will probably not talk to them very often.

He’s been smoking more than usual, which he knows would make them upset, but it’s making him feel better, so he has to do what helps at the moment.

Keeps their picture on his nightstand. They might not be together anymore, but for now, they’re still the last thing he wants to see before he falls asleep and the first thing he sees when he wakes up.

Beyond Birthday

He’s not doing well at all. This isn’t just a break up. This is rejection. This is someone he trusted no longer deeming him worthy of their love.

He’s furious, brokenhearted, and hates himself now more than ever.

He calls them to scream at them, saying it was all their fault they were unhappy.

He calls again to apologize. He begs them to take him back.

He calls again because he just wants them to explain again why they don’t love him anymore. (There is nothing they can say that makes him feel better.)

He calls a fourth time and they no longer answer.

He punches his reflection, the mirror glass cutting him and scattering across the bathroom floor. He’s bleeding pretty badly, but he doesn’t bother to clean it or properly bandage it.

That night, he goes to his ex’s place and watches them through the window until they pull the blinds.

He goes to a bar, drinks a little too much scotch and makes out with the first person that hits on him. They invite him back to their place and he tells them to wait for him outside while he pays the bill. He slips out the back and goes home.

He curls up in what he still considers their bed, hugging the pillow tightly against his chest because it smells like them and fights the tears that threaten to betray his anger. He falls into restless sleep and wakes to find that it wasn’t a nightmare.

Matsuda

Hasn’t gotten out of his pajamas in days. He needs to shower and go to work, but he keeps calling in.

He doesn’t want to get out of bed. He just wants to lie there, hugging his pillow, eating ice cream, and watching sappy movies.

He’s cried…a lot.

Everything reminds him of them. Everything. Like he sees ice on the sidewalk and says “They liked ice in their drinks.” Everyone is trying to be patient, but it’s wearing thin.

Sleeps with a shirt they left at his house. He hopes they don’t ask for it back.

He has texted them roughly 27 times. They broke up 2 days ago.

He knows he could find someone else, but they were perfect. He doesn’t want someone else.

Get so excited if he sees them out in public. It’s an excuse to try to talk to them. If they blow him off, at least he got to see them.

[minijenn]

Universe Falls Preview 3

Oy.... sorry for taking so damn long on this... I really am trying with it but... distractions y’all... still have some original content in this chapter cause sure. Enjoy!

Given that Crying Breakfast Friends had an effective plethora of episodes, its marathon continued over the course of several days, and to avoid any further possible broadcast interruptions, Steven and Mabel had opted to continue watching it down at the Mystery Shack instead of the temple. In doing so, they managed to rope both Dipper and Stan into joining them, and while they weren’t too keen on watching the bizarrely depressing cartoon, but unfortunately neither of them were able to think of any good excuses to get out of it. So the group congregated in the den, which was still somewhat in shambles from the portal incident and the government invasion a few days prior, to watch the show with varying levels of interest.

“Why won’t you say thank you?!” Grumpy Pancake wailed somewhat angrily to Glum Glass, who answered in an expectantly mournful manner.

“B-because! I don’t know how!”

“Aww…” Mabel mused with a sympathetic frown. “Poor Pancake! He just wants to feel appreciated for all his hard work!”

“Yeah, but I can see Glass’ point too…” Steven said thoughtfully. “That’s just the thing with this show! All of its characters are so realistic and relatable!”

“You guys do realize you’re talking about a pancake and a cup here… right?” Dipper asked rather sardonically.

“Yeesh, I can’t believe you kids are actually into this sappy show,” Stan remarked just as dryly. “This thing is so far out there that it puts the cartoons that me and Ford used to watch when we were kids about animals beating each other over the heads with mallets to shame.”

“Oh yeah, how is Mr. Ford?” Steven asked, glancing away from the TV with newfound concern. “He seemed like he was really worried about the Gems the other day after they, uh… um… a-after they got their memories back and everything…”

“Pfft,” Stan scoffed, rolling his eyes at the mention of his brother. “Heck if I know. Sixer’s holed himself down in the basement for the past several days, probably working on some sort of nerd project or something. He’s barely even come up here at all and anytime he does he’s all mopey and depressed, acting like I didn’t just rescue him from some sort of nightmare dimension, the ungrateful jerk.”

“Aw, Grunkle Stan, you don’t mean that!” Mabel protested. “You and Grunkle Ford are brothers! You two love each other, just like me and Dipper do!” At this, she startled her brother by wrapping a playful arm around his shoulder, though unlike a few days ago, he didn’t push it away this time.

“…Kid, me and Ford aren’t as… uh… w-well, we used to be… um… ugh… never mind…” the conman let out a sigh of defeat, glancing away from the kids almost remorsefully. And, before any of them could pursue the unsavory manner any further, Stan quickly changed the topic to something a bit more manageable. “Uh, s-so anyway, how are the Gems doing? I heard that whole memory thing was… kinda rough for them.”

“Actually, they seemed mostly ok yesterday,” Dipper pointed out.

“Yeah, we went to the communication hub in the desert and Garnet and Pearl fused into Sardonyx and she took the entire thing out with her huge hammer!” Steven explained with a bright smile. “You should have seen it, Mr. Pines! It was incredible!”

“Sardonyx?” Stan questioned, raising an eyebrow before letting out a huff of a scoff. “That over the top broad? Yeesh, it’s been a while since I’ve heard anything about her.”

“Wait, Grunkle Stan, you’ve met Sardonyx before?” Dipper asked, rather surprised at this.

“No, but I’ve heard plenty about her from Amethyst,” Stan said, rolling his eyes. “Any time Garnet and Pearl turned into her, she would to vent to me about how pompous and annoying she was. Always seemed to be a sore subject for her if ya ask me, but what the heck do I know about all that Gem drama anyway? Seems like every other day those three are-” The conman suddenly stopped short upon noticing that all three of the kids were looking to him with concerned confusion, prompting him to realize he was treading on rather uncomfortable ground in light of recent events. So once again, Stan diverted away from the matter, even if he did want to discuss it further, just in a different way. “Hey, uh, I-I just remembered, I need to grab something from the kitchen,” he said casually enough as he rose from his chair. “One of you kids wanna lend me a hand?”

“Sure, Grunkle Stan,” Mabel volunteered with a smile. “I’ll-”

“No, not you,” Stan quickly rejected, much to his niece’s confusion. “You,” he snapped his fingers as he pointed at Steven instead. “Come on.”

“Oh, uh, ok,” Steven got up, somewhat confused, though he still followed Stan into the kitchen nonetheless. “So, what do you need help with, Mr. Pines?”

Stan paused, taking a beat to briefly glance back at the den, where the twins were still apparently distracted by the TV, before getting to the matter at hand. “I need you to tell me how Amethyst’s really doing,” he said, trying to act as disinterested as possible and coming across as anything but.

“Huh?” Steven frowned, caught off guard by this somewhat strange request.

“Ugh, listen, kid,” Stan began with an exasperated sigh. “Ever since the whole portal thing, Amethyst’s barely said a word to me. I know she’s pi—ticked off with me for keeping all of it a secret from her for all these years and I understand why, but whenever she gets mad at me, she’s usually pretty quick to get over it and move on. But this time is… different.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, she hasn’t even come down here to rant to me about this whole Sardonyx thing!” the conman exclaimed, somewhat frustrated as he began to pace. “I’m usually the first person she comes to to blow off steam with, especially about something like this, or heck, even that memory thing, but she hasn’t and it—it’s just… ugh, forget it!” Stan let out another aggravated groan as he slammed a hand down on the counter hard as he pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly upset.

Steven was silent for a moment upon seeing the conman’s outburst, concern filling his expression as he glanced down thoughtfully before tentatively speaking up. “You’re… worried about her… aren’t you?” Stan didn’t turn around or even offer a verbal response, but the way his shoulders hitched at this question was more than enough to give the young Gem his answer. “Mr. Pines, if you’re really worried about Amethyst, why don’t you just go up to the temple and talk to her yourself?”

“Because between you and me, kid, I’m probably just about the last person Amethyst wants to talk to right now,” Stan muttered, clear shame in his tone as he finally turned to face the young Gem. “B-but whatever, its fine. I’m sure everything will work out, j-just like it always does…” The conman’s already thin layer of confidence wavered as he turned to head back into the den, a small, defeated sigh escaping him as he spared not another word. After all, what could he really say to explain just how much guilt and regret he had felt ever since that confrontation in the portal room days ago?