#i aspire to be this positive about coding

[yandereunsolved]

✐ᝰ Yandere Clark Kent 'Superman' ᝰ.ᐟ

Alien, farmer, reporter, superhero, and Justice League member are all titles Clark has collected over the years. They stretch from the most mundane to the ones that are given the highest respect. All of these titles pale in comparison to the one he yearns for the most: to be your husband. Every one of his positive traits seemed to disintegrate when it came to you, his accomplishments and status along with them. He was simply Clark to you, not Superman or Kal-El.

He was nothing but a love-sick maniac at your feet. His obsession threatens to break the moral code he is so devoted to. He understands that his attraction to you is something unhealthy and taboo. He is a beacon of light in the darkness of the world. Yet he'd be willing to blind the entire world with light just to be acknowledged by you. He'd cut out his own heart and present it in a gift box with a red bow if it'd please you.

You—just a human reporter who works at the Daily Planet. You who lives in a small studio apartment. You who has aspirations of doing something greater than just writing opinion pieces. You who has captured the noble hero's heart. 

You, you, you, you, you, you, you.

He can't get enough.

He doesn't get enough of you. You seem to actively avoid him. You interact with Lois so cordially; you two are close friends. He works with Lois. Why are you giving him the cold shoulder?

He knows everything about you. He knows your favorite restaurant, where you go to de-stress, your schedule, your hobbies, and your fantasies. He's spent so much time learning about you. You've learned nothing about him except for the fact that he's your dorky, sweet co-worker.

"Are you staring at them again? How long have you been staring at them? Why do you keep staring at them? Do you have a crush on them!?" Lois interrogates him with that same curiosity kindling in the back of her violet eyes.

He could demolish buildings in an instant, but he couldn't control his pale complexion from being invaded by a red hue. He had to think for a moment. His words had become lost in his mind, like they had been dispersed among the cosmos. He stuttered at first. It felt so out of character for him. He always, well, almost always, knew what to say. 

He had to be careful around her. He's lucky that he has been clever enough to keep his obsessive tendencies under wraps until Lois leaves his side.

"I just want to know why they refuse to talk to me." His words were laced with truth. Still, he was dodging her questions, as always.

Lois huffs in irritation, like he just said the most asinine thing one could ever utter.

"They obviously like you. They just think you're way out of their league."

"What?" He deadpans.

"I never give you the inside scoop about your darling little crush, but this one time I may." She teases him. "Clark, they like you. The googly eyes you two make at each other are such an obvious indication that you both are totally whipped for each other."

"You're serious?" His pupils dilate to such an extensive degree that you would have thought he was getting them checked by an optometrist. A lump forms in this throat, twice the size of his Adam's apple. "They like me?"

"They more than like you. They are interested in you, and you should totally ask them out on a date. I have to help a friend out, y'know? You two would make such a cute couple." Lois's pitch in her voice had become so much higher; even with her evident giddiness, there was an undertone of sulleness.

"Hey!" Lois calls you over. She waves her arm around and points towards Clark.

You scurry over in your flattering work outfit. It wouldn't be appropriate for him to eye you like a forbidden sweet. Still, he could feel his clothes grow tighter and his palms become sweaty. You couldn't even look him in the eyes. He wanted to gently tilt your chin up so your eyes would meet his. He'd eat a lump of kryptonite just for you to glance at him with that love-lorn expression. If only you knew, he could show; no, he has to show—

"You and him are going to go undercover in a local cafe a few blocks from here." He's snapped from his never-ending supply of thoughts about you. "It's supposedly a cover for a notorious drug cartel. Your cover story will be that you're a young couple going out on a date."  

You glance at Lois and eagerly nod. His words don't register your reply, but from Lois's grin, you obviously said something along the lines of yes. You walk off once again, your eyes sweeping across the aged carpet covering the office floor. Once out of hearing distance, Lois turns back to him.

"You're welcome. You owe me one." Lois nudges him in the side.

He could die a happy man now.

[cvnt4him]

AN; okay so to be completely fair this is my first fic EVER. So like if it's bad that's my excuse. ALSO!! Reader will not have any specific gender so I felt like it was best to put GN so..yeah. enjoy<3

WARNINGS. Manipulation, blk coded reader, chubby coded reader, (or js plump. Basically in some way has fat on tummy.) 'vulgar' language, boys being boys.

If in any way, you feel bothered feel free to exit now<3

Can you tell this is an old fic from like 2023? Like I'm js cleaning out my drafts and honestly good guy!zuzu is a good idea so.. yeah!!!!! I made alot of fics and wrote them as my "first fic" clearly this isn't my first anymore but I js mostly updated it to how I write now. We all know i dont use warnings so.. yur 💀

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Good guy my ass.

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How did this happen.

You find yourself being dicked down in a public bathroom. By none other than the local good boy, izuku midoriya. Better known as deku, an aspiring and upcoming hero, only now a sidekick and being the center of attention for having such adorable features and such a powerful quirk. [or nine but wtv]

This is absolutely filthy. Genuinely pathetic. Your face was being pushed against the disgusting greasy mirror as he pounded you from behind, hoisting one of your legs onto the counter. It wasn't a rather uncomfortable position, who dient like getting fucked? It's the fact that this guy is supposed to be a good guy. He's supposed to save people, not threaten to kill them or boast and brag about how powerful he is.

"I could snap your slutty fucking neck right now, you'd like that wouldn't you whore. You like being fucked by a hero? Dirty slut loves getting fucked down in a public bathroom."

The words he let fall from those perfect lips just didn't sound right, but god was it sexy. The way he grunted and tried to hold back his moans from how tight you were squeezing around him. He just couldn't help himself, hips jerking and stuttering into you at an uneven pace, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second his moans started to flow more fluently, you see in the mirror his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as he throws his head back.

You couldn't do anything but let muffled moans out of your drool filled mouth, his fingers being stuffed down your throat, gagging and spitting all over his thick scarred fingers. The way your tongue licked and moved around his fingers sent him over the edge. He was holding out for a lot longer than he expected, his cock was twitching and leaking so much pre before he got inside of you he swore he was gonna cum the second he put his flushed throbbing cock head against your hole.

He continued to hold out, savoring his seed for you, he knew how much a cock dumb whore like you enjoyed cum, he promises you it'll be so much just for you.

He groans and lays his head on your shoulder, his hips thrusting into you at a brutal pace, he slaps your ass harshly a red mark becoming visible from his hard slap. You cry out in pain around his fingers hiccuping and sobbing hopelessly he wasn't letting you despite his upcoming orgasm he was going to milk this moment for all that it was.

He yanked on your curls his fingers entangling inside, he pulled your head back making a noise leave you, the way your neck was craned back was aching and slightly painful yet he just wouldn't stop. He removed his sticky spit covered fingers from your mouth to slap you hard. It shocked you and made you stutter out a wailed cry. You couch and choke on the air he finally let you have before putting his fingers right back into their place; you're slutty mouth.

He thrusts one last time before spilling his all inside of you. The way you convulse around his cock making him whine the immense pleasure and overstimulation making him shiver in pain. It was blissful really, he felt dark to good to let up on his thrusts he was a good guy after all, it only makes sense to let you cum around his cock.

He leans down and whispers in your ear, his hot breath fanning your cheek.

"cum on my cock baby, c'mon you can do it."

With that you fell apart completely around him, sobbing and moaning as you finally feel that release the way his thick engorged cock head repeatedly crashed and harshly hit against your cervix had your head spinning, but finally you could cum.

You catch your breath as he runs your shoulder soothingly whispering sweet nothing into your ear. It was crazy how easily the switch up was for him, one moment you're a filthy slut who deserves to be fucked like the cum junkie you are, next you're so beautiful and did so well for him and he wants to spoil you and treat you right. The fuck? This nigga fr had the nerve, the GALL, to fuck you in a filthy bathroom then proceed to say "treat you right" like in what way is that okay?

He zipped up his suit zipper and assured he looked presentable in the mirror, a clear spot being shown where he had your face smashed up against, the sweat had smeared on the mirror.

He smiles to himself wiping off his suit and shaking his hand in his hair making sure either looks wild and messy per usge, he knew how to make himself look nice.

You regained your composure slowly as you slipped your shirt over yourself, you were sore and tired kind of hungry too, just your luck he can't seem to not get hungry after sex.

"grab'n a bite."

He says still admiring himself in the mirror wiping the tears that prickled at the corner of his eyes due to the pleasure you gave him.

You lazily look up at him through still lidded eyes, you couldn't speak your throat hurt from how hard he thrusted his fingers down it. You simply hum at his words and expected this to be where you part ways. You assumed he was grabbing a bite and wanted you to wait back behind him so no one seen you two leave together especially because you look a mess, like you'd just gotten fucked in a public bathroom. Oh wait, you did! By him.

He was very proud of himself, he's fucked alot of bitches but there was something about you the way you hushed around him that had him wrapped, well it wasnt you. Just your body that he was rather obsessed with. The way you moved underneath him, how you plead for him. The intoxicating feeling of it all.

He headed towards the door not hearing your footsteps behind him, he grabs the handle but before opening it turns to you and looks you up and down with a raised brow and pretty much emotionless face.

"y'coming or....??"

He was kind of sassy and you did not like it. Fucking cunt.

You raise a brow and look around pointing to yourself as if there was someone else in there with you two...

He rolls his eyes and facepalms himself, you're hot sure but a fucking dumbass.

"no shit. Are you coming or fucking not I don't have time for this."

He lets out in an annoyed tone, giving you an angry face while opening the door.

"I don't really have the money at the moment so i---"

"did I say anything about money? No, so keep that pretty mouth of yours shut unless you have something to say."

He stops at the door looking back at you with a squinted look and a frown on his face. You scoff as he leaves, the door shutting behind him immediately. There is just no way this guy is this fucking mean. Like he's actually an asshole for a living. Damn he fucking sucks.

You groan and leave the bathroom after him, you see him being swarmed with fangirls and others trying to get pictures autographs and videos with the upcoming sidekick.

He gives them his usual picture perfect pearly white smile as his eyes land on you, his smile stays the same as his brows furrowed slightly not too noticeable to his fans as they were all starstruck and probably wouldn't remember anything from this interaction.

He nods his head to the door telling you to "get the hell out he'll be there in a sec".

You don't really give much of an answer, you never stopped walking while you watched him hint to the door. Like no fucking shit, you're not dumb.

That slightly angered him, not that he'd dare let it show, but how could you be such an entitled bitch? You're the slut that fucked him in the bathroom. You should be THANKING him for even granting you with permission to be in his presence. Breathe the same air as him. Walk on the same earth he does.

He bids adieux to his fans as they all try to follow him he hurriedly walks outside and grabs you by your arm.

"wha- wHAT ARE YOU?!--"

Your speech was cut off by him grabbing you bridal style and jumping off into the air, hopping on building to building with you in his arms.

You scream and bury your face into his chest, you hated heights so the fact he had the nerve to bring you this high was making your stomach turn.

"calm down, I'm not even going that high or that fast."

Izuku was really fast some day the fastest human alive apart from allmight but hey even then he might still be faster than him, so he probably was going slow however you're still above the ground, and not just a few feet you were on top of the highest buildings ever in the busiest city evet. If people bothered to looked up they'd see izuku holding you and hopping away.

He finally sets you down as you're now at a restaurant, a rather empty one. This place was quite nice, there's no way it's this empty.

"go on inside and grab a seat, yeah? I'll be in soon hun."

'hun'? How dare he. He can't just treat you with respect then call you a whore the next. You hated him, the almighty, perfect, sweet, gentlemanly, golden boy. More like a golden piece of shit. He's an ass hat and should sit on a dick.

You go inside to see a waiter taking a couple of people's orders, they were all at one table and wore hoods hats or sunglasses if some kind. What the hell were.. were those pro heroes?! What the hell???

You stare in shock, there was no way all of these heroes are just here at the same time you and izuku were grabbing a bite. Izuku walks in which grabs their attention, you notice them looking back at you and jump lightly trying to exit but to your surprise you're stopped by a taller and much bigger than you izuku who looks down at you with a raised brow and a frown or disappointment. You look up to him with wide eyes, you hadn't expected these heroes to be here as well he can't blame you for being nervous and trying to vanish..

He sighs deeply and sucks his teeth as he whispers down to you to not alarm his peers.

"can't do a simple job? I asked for one thing, one thing and yet you act like a deer stuck by headlights. Fucking imbecile."

He ends his speech before looking back up to his friends with a smile and a chuckle saying hello to them all as he turns you around by your shoulders with a harsh grip, holding the small of your back and pushing you towards the other heros.

He pulls out a chair for you gesturing for you to take a seat, you do so looking to the ground the whole time. You'd lost your appetite, there's just something about people being mean and disappointed in you that hurts your heart terribly.

The way it aches and yearns for release. How your eyes slowly well up with hot tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes. You give izuku a half smile while sitting.

Izuku watched you the whole time, his squinted eyes studying your state. His friends spoke laughed and had drinks while conversing about hero work, fans, and other things you couldn't relate to, not begin to care about. Izuku continued to observe you, the way you played with your food in front of you not even eating it just picking at it and setting your fork down.

Just to your luck the conversation headed towards a new direction, a new topic, one that made you even more uncomfortable. All the guys were just talking and smirking at the conversation of having sex with women and doing other things etcetera etcetera. It bothered you, being around men jnt shit natural habitat. The way they spoke and joked around was disgusting and guy wrenching.

You quickly get up and excuse yourself, bowing slightly with a polite tone as you head the women's restroom.

Izuku watched as you fled, he was about to get up as well before being stopped by one of his other sidekick acquaintances.

"damn that ass was nice, how you manage to bag that huh, midoriya?"

"yeah I agree, there's no way a fine piece of ass like that likes someone as soft as you. Haha!"

They all laughed and joked, pissing the freckled man off more than he already was. Whatever that phone call was about bad angered him deeply and these fucking losers weren't making it any better, he tried to hold out, he tried so hard to not blow his top and yet he just couldn't help hinself.

" just because I respect women and know how to treat them right and it like a piece of meat doesn't insinuate that I'm "soft". God forbid I treat a woman right, huh? You all are fucking pathetic junkies who'll never get passed being a sidekick. I'm younger than all of you and will be a pro hero before your lives even begin. Don't forget where you stand next to me, you are all walking second place medals. Act like it."

He excuses himself in a polite manner, bowing with a smile on his adorable face leaving all of them speechless as he heads towards the women's restroom to fetch you and leave.

He knocks gently and opens the door to see you breathing heavily, tears streamed down your face as you silently cried. You were overwhelmed and uncomfortable and just wanted to leave, but you had no idea where you are, what side of town you're on, when this man would even decide to let you go, and so on.

You hear the door open and shoot your face to the sound, he sees you and doesn't have much emotion on his face as he walks toward you slowly and calmly so as not to alarm or scare you. You gulp hardly and stare up at him through glossy eyes while he stops in front of you, peering down at you through his lashes.

He didn't say anything, wiping the tears off of you flushed, chubby, tear stained cheek with his glove. You sniff and wipe your nose, attempting to talk before he simply pulls you into his chest. Your face landing directly in between his clothes pecs, he was very fit underneath hjs suit and you could feel it though the suit, despite his hard abs and muscles he was rather soft to lay on, quite comforting as well.

"pretty thing.. let's get you home, hm doll face?"

He says to you, rubbing the top of your head, rubbing and gently pulling on your curls and watching them recoil.

Something tells him he's not going to be able to get you out of his life so easily. You had gotten him attached to you, the way you cried like a baby, but spoke and acted like a bitch. You were mesmerizing yet annoying as hell. He didn't have time for relationships he actually didn't want one, fucking his fans in public bathrooms, or at hotels, and in the meet n greet closets were fun, it's not something he wanted to give you just yet, but he wss sure he hadn't wanted to give you up either.

He'd protect you, just to fuck you again.

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AN: this is so old and so trash I tried to just rewrite it as editing it was going to be far too hard due to how old and outdated my writing style was, it was wack as hell bro.

[thehanalia]

The Subtle Art of Becoming "That Girl" in 2024 🌸✨

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Hello beautiful souls! It's me, Hana. If you are new reader then

Hi! I’m Hanalia and I want to empower women to prioritize their well-being while pursuing their dreams🌟

Today, I woke up feeling extra inspired by the #thatgirl aesthetic. You know her – she's the girl who embodies self-love, radiates positivity, and just seems to have her life beautifully organized. Personally, I believe, she's not just a trend; she's a movement towards becoming the best version of ourselves. And guess what? Becoming "that girl" isn't about perfection; it's about progress. It's about embracing the journey of self-improvement, self-care, and love. So, let's dive into a few ways you can bring a little bit of "that girl" magic into your everyday life:

1. Morning Rituals ✨

Start your day with purpose. Whether it's a morning skincare routine, meditation, or writing down your thoughts in a daily planner, find what centers you. If you have been following me for a while then you know how important this is. Remember, it's these small rituals that set the tone for a productive, positive day.

2. Self-Care Sundays 🛁

Dedicate time each week to pamper yourself. This could be a long bath, a skincare routine, or even a cozy evening with a book. It's all about showing yourself some love and appreciation.

I remember back in my childhood my older sister used to always have pamper sundays and I would always try and follow her footsteps however, back then your girl was as lazy as one can be...so zero exceptions. Be better than me girls and make the future you be proud.

3. Clean Girl Aesthetic 🌿

Embrace the clean girl aesthetic with a minimalist wardrobe, clean makeup looks, and a tidy space. A clutter-free environment not only looks good but also brings a sense of calm and order to your mind. Clean home = clean mind + remember clean body

4. Find Your Fitness Love 💕

Whether it's pink pilates, yoga, or a brisk walk in the park, find a physical activity that you love. It's not just about the physical benefits but the mental clarity and energy boost it brings.

5. Nourish to Flourish 🍓

Eating well is a form of self-respect. Fill your plate with colors, textures, and nutrients. It's not just about looking good, but feeling good from the inside out.

6. Learn and Grow 🌱

Embrace new hobbies, read more books, and challenge yourself to learn something new often. Growth is a huge part of becoming "that girl".

7. Stay Organized 📒

Invest in a good daily planner to keep track of your goals, appointments, and to-dos. There's something incredibly satisfying about ticking off tasks and staying on top of your game.

And here's a little secret for you: part of my "that girl" journey includes creating pieces that speak to my soul. I stumbled upon this adorable shop aka my Shop [GlowInGrow] that just screams self-care and love. My THAT GIRL planner is something that I did with love and my own hands. For me, it's not just a planner, it's my way of helping others because that's what being her is. Being her means she shares her secrets to help the rest of the girlies. MESSAGE ME FOR THE PROMO CODE *hint*

Also this planner has got you covered from setting your intentions and tracking your habits to planning your meals and self-care routines perfect for anyone looking to add that extra touch of mindfulness and beauty to their daily routine. It's subtle, but oh, so beautiful. 🌟

AND REMEMBER;

Becoming "that girl" isn't an overnight transformation. It's about making small, meaningful changes that align with who you are and who you aspire to be. Let's embrace this journey together, one step at a time. 💕

Last but not least, at the end of your journey of becoming that girl awaits the future who is The Girl!

Stay safe and stay hot...

With Love, Hanalia

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[homielander]

the most interesting character detail about maeve through which i have extrapolated at least half my understanding of her is that she prefers to be called maeve. i frequently see "maggie" pop up in meta and fic as her chosen name, but quite literally nobody calls her that, including (and most significantly) elena. elena is maeve's tether to her humanity and her refuge away from vought, yet even elena only ever refers to her as maeve. (and in season 2, we learn that maeve started dating elena before she joined the seven -- before queen maeve's popularity would have become so inescapable that she would feel compelled to introduce herself by that name.) it's especially notable that in her final scene, maeve refers to starlight as annie for only the second time, but she is still called maeve by both annie and elena.

here's what we know about maeve's life as maggie: she had a rocky relationship with her father whom she doesn't seem to speak to anymore, she's from a "cousin-fucker hick town" as described by homelander -- i can't imagine this place being terribly lgbt-friendly, and she generally lacks connection with anyone she would have known before becoming queen maeve. she doesn't have fond memories of this time of her life, and perhaps that extends to all associations with it, including the name maggie.

i tend to think that becoming queen maeve was, in many ways, self-actualizing for her. the act that garners her national attention and earns her a ticket to vought is a heroic one -- she breaks every single bone in her right arm to save a school bus from falling off a bridge. and i know madelyn says she is responsible for the mythos of queen maeve, but this character was still aspirational, and likely someone maeve wanted to live up to. in any case, this new identity gave her a purpose and tools to achieve it: she wanted to help people! by her own admission, maeve enters vought bright-eyed and hopeful, not far off from annie. (maeve is also one of the only supes in the seven not to know about compound v -- she doesn't strike me as religious but believing she's among the very few born with powers would have strengthened her internal drive to be a hero.)

it's for the same reason that i think maeve actually... liked having powers? of course she says otherwise in her last season, but season 3 maeve is cynical and weary from about two decades of dealing with vought and homelander's abuse. they've used her first as the token woman and then the token gay person of the seven. after growing largely passive to the brutality of the job, the flight 37 incident forces her to confront all of the violence she's witnessed and tolerated. she's given pieces of herself away and she loathes the husk of herself that's left. i don't find it surprising that she would want to relinquish every single connection to vought, including her powers.

assuring herself that she will be better off without her powers comes with an added benefit: she gets to distinguish herself from homelander, who would be lost without his powers. and i think she is eager to make this distinction in her mind because there are some uncomfortable similarities between their initiations into vought. the mantle of homelander allows him to exert agency for the first time in his life, just as the mantle of queen maeve endows her with purpose for the first time in hers. (crucially, none of his current circle call him john, either.) they both enjoy being the most powerful superheroes in the world, the unending public adoration, and (in my interpretation) each other. they're also both overwhelmingly lonely and they know it -- homelander teases her multiple times about how she has no friends with a bit more bite in every passing season, while maeve is keenly aware of his isolation and exploits his yearning for love pretty effectively.

maeve steadily grows disillusioned with her position at vought because she still has a moral code, suppressed though it may be. even so, she nearly relents to homelander's vision: that they will be lonely at the top but lonely together. she's pulled out of her miserable state of inaction by annie and elena. annie reminds her of what a hero should be (what she was, once); elena offers her a way out of vought, serving as maeve's light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak.

she escapes that tower as maeve, not maggie. she rejects homelander's god complex which engenders his cruelty towards regular people and 'lesser' supes -- no one will call her queen maeve ever again, at least -- but it is still important to her to be a hero, and for better or for worse, she found that as maeve. i feel like she'd struggle to exist without her powers (possibly the self-awareness hasn't settled in yet) for all the reasons mentioned above. i like to think that eventually, she'll circle around to helping people and resisting vought however possible -- albeit on a smaller, more covert scale so she can continue living a peaceful life with elena.

[tomwambsgans]

expanding off this post about tom and greg's respective comphet/repression:

securing a woman to one's side, in american society in general but especially in the corporate sphere, is a cheat code to establishing masculinity.

tom knows this very well, clearly for a long time prior to the show's events. i've of course talked plenty before about how heterosexual relationship(s) (<- very contentious plural lol) are tom's (very middle class) way of balancing out his innate effeminacy - but also, for tom, it's clearly not enough to just have the woman. he wants to feel it too, likely owed to having grown up with happily married parents to model. he gets a whole lot of status by marrying shiv, but that doesn't satisfy him despite the way that his romantic ideas about love wrt shiv (i want to perish on impact, let's get out and teach scuba) fall apart and prove hollow. it's often hard to tell where tom's genuine midwestern values end and where pragmatic aspirations to the elite begin, but given the striving nature of his family and frankly his whole socioeconomic class, imo they're deeply intertwined. and inside of tom they form a strong need to not just look like that Real Man, but to be it, whatever the cost. however unhappy it makes him.

...meanwhile, greg's model: a gay dad who went off and did what he wanted, and then was caught and likely ostracized from then on, possibly not even due to his desires/needs nearly as much as his inability to hide it better... and an unhappy, somewhat emotionally neglectful mother.

so greg grew up knowing he didn't want to be gay bc his dad wasn't an admirable/successful figure, but! he also saw firsthand that being with a woman did not stop you from being gay, nor did it necessarily even hide it from others. it was likely not until entering the sphere of the roys and specifically attaching himself to tom that idea of "securing a woman will give me the role of a normal masculine man" seemed real to greg. and due to it coming so late in life, after about 30 years of little to no stable approval even when he might have appeared to be straight, greg just doesn't have it in him to also alter his insides nearly to the degree that tom does. he'd only learned how to hide what he does have, not create feelings that aren't there. it's too late for him to internalize anything new.

and this is why, when greg is introduced to the idea of "the date ladder," he consciously understands it as a game to play. he switches up from disappointment about each attempt to attach a girl to himself feeling hollow, to knowing that he's acting. when greg realizes the positive material consequences, he enthusiastically leans into the model of heterosexuality that he can best play at: [misogynistic] player/serial dater. sex is already culturally something that doesn't necessitate open affection, due to happening behind closed doors. so it's plausibly deniable that there's anything actually happening OR any feeling behind it. there's not supposed to be feeling. there's only supposed to be that rush, which can just as easily come from any sense of success, or even just convincing other men that you've been successful.

(he still doesn't play at it that well, of course, given that all he's managed is 30 seconds tops of hand stuff, but it's notable that that's truly the best that greg can do, lol.)

finally, the way that tom and greg's methods of repression clash, then, feels like a tragically ironic miscommunication : each of them burn out fast at any attempt to do it how the other does it, so they each fall for it.

[katzell]

Love, but not timing

Midge knows she's in love at the airport, and the realization is devastating.

I've been trying to track how Midge feels about Lenny for years. He's someone she aspires to be like. He's someone she can count on in a tight spot. He's the person guaranteed to make her laugh. And at the same time she craves a kind of intimacy from him. Midge wants his attention and loves that he flirts with her. And of course she's attracted him; she's got eyes. But Midge doesn't necessarily associate those things with love. Love is something women like Midge give to nice boys with day jobs who own property. For the first four seasons Midge is still an outsider in this other world of clubs and gigs, trying to learn its rules and its codes. Lenny is both an aspirational figure and a friend to Midge. But even when they sleep together I don't think she immediately sees it at love, but the natural escalation of a growing attraction. Oh its surprisingly lovely and wonderful. But before Midge can really parse that, Carnegie Hall happens.

At Carnegie Hall Midge loses face not just in the eyes of a lover but a mentor. He shatters her pride and lets her know she's been the one thing a Maisel never should be: stupid. That's a lot to process, particularly when you spend a few days in danger of losing a toe. But the conversation haunts her in a way that is familiar and awful. So Midge ignores it. And she certainly doesn't try to call. Midge wants the time to build herself back up again before she sees Lenny. She wants to come in from a position of strength. But there he is at the airport.

After she spots him, for a second Midge looks ready to bolt. But she can't, because for as much as she is hurting, the idea of ever walking away from Lenny is impossible. So she walks up using all of her willpower. And still, Midge looks like she might unravel when Lenny smiles, and even more when he tells her he's making a semi-permanent move to LA.

"Lucky girl," she says, when Lenny confesses his kid is moving in. Midge knows she's in love when she delivers that line, and also knows she can't possibly ask him not to go.

For his part, Lenny fell in love ages ago in a club in Florida.

To Lenny, Midge was a cute very funny girl who reminded him of the kind of girls he'd grown up with and the kind of girls who never paid him any attention. He revels in her gaze, in her wit, and in the way she thinks he's worth talking to. It's fun not to be the screw-up sometimes. Then Midge looks out for him, supports him, and lets him a little bit into her world, and Lenny has to admit Midge isn't just a girl anymore, but a friend. Everything Lenny learns about Midge is more impressive, more alluring.

In Florida he takes her out to his tv show and then to the club hoping to impress her in turn. He flirts with her because Lenny flirts with pretty girls. But you can see the world tilt under him as they stare at each other across the room. When they dance his ability to speak fails him. And when her head nestles into his shoulder Lenny knows he's absolutely gone.

If Lenny weren't in love with Midge he wouldn't have a problem waking up from a shitty night in her child's bedroom. Lenny isn't that fussy. But it's Midge, and he can't handle what he must look like, especially with this newfound glimpse into her home life. With Carnegie Hall Lenny can reclaim some dignity, let her put him back on his pedestal a little bit. He needs her to be impressed by him. Until, of course, he realizes the damage that little pedestal has actually done. Lenny doesn't call Midge. He's not good for her after all.

But at the airport I think he realizes she loves him back. It's just not enough to change anything. He can't offer her anything right now other than to push her towards her dream.

And maybe in a different world they'd meet again a few years down the line, and they'd fall back into the same dance, as if no time had passed at all.

[whimsywandererech]

Total Drama Headcanons!!!!!!!!!!!

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Alejandro Headcanons

1.Alejandro possesses a unique talent for beatboxing, delivering impressive beats even when no one is present.

2.He enjoys cheesy romantic comedies and sheds tears at happy endings.

3.Alejandro enjoys experimenting with gourmet cooking and creating culinary masterpieces in his free time.

4.Despite his tough exterior, he's a softie for cute puppies and frequently volunteers at animal shelters.

5.Alejandro and Heather perform karaoke duets, transforming mundane nights into unforgettable performances with their powerful vocals and dynamic harmony, leaving the crowd in awe.

Beth Headcanons

1.Beth is adept at executing elaborate pranks using her chameleon-like abilities.

2.She is a shady science enthusiast who enjoys experimenting with gadgets and conducting unconventional experiments in her leisure time.

3.Beth, despite her shy demeanor, is a fierce competitor in gaming tournaments, dominating with her strategic mind.

4.She is a discerning snack enthusiast, always seeking out unique and delectable treats to surprise her friends.

5.Beth's ultimate goal is to become a passionate wildlife conservationist, dedicated to protecting endangered species worldwide, she wished she could do that but sadly she didnt have the chance to participate world tour.

Blaineley Headcanons

1.Blaineley is a renowned social media personality known for her glamorous lifestyle and controversial opinions.

2.She is a dedicated camping enthusiast who finds solace in the wilderness away from the spotlight.

3.Blaineley's secret talent is her opera singing, which leaves audiences in awe with her powerful vocals.

4.She is a confident vintage fashion collector, showcasing a wardrobe filled with rare pieces from various eras.

5.Blaineley aims to host a talk show, captivating viewers with her wit and charm, bringing drama and entertainment wherever she goes.

Bridgette Headcanons

1.Bridgette is a dedicated marine biology enthusiast who spends her time exploring the depths of the ocean and studying its diverse creatures.

2.She is a talented musician who uses her ukulele to create soothing melodies that captivate the waves.

3.Bridgette is a reliable friend who provides genuine advice and support to those in need.

4.She excels in beach volleyball tournaments, despite her laid-back demeanor, showcasing precision and skill on the sand courts.

5.Her dream is to establish an ocean conservation center, educating others about the significance of marine life protection and ocean preservation for future generations.

Coutney Headcanons

1.Courtney is a confident and strategic leader who effortlessly takes charge in any situation.Even though most people thinks that she sucks at it but she still believes that shes good at it.

2.She is a secret adrenaline enthusiast, enamored with extreme sports like skydiving and bungee jumping to satisfy her adventurous spirit.

3.Courtney, despite her tough exterior, has a soft spot for DIY crafts, dedicating hours to creating handmade gifts for her friends and family.

4.She is a dedicated fitness enthusiast, consistently working out at the gym to maintain her physical fitness.

5.Courtney aspires to become a successful lawyer, harnessing her passion for justice to advocate for her beliefs and make a positive impact on the world. She might get out of control because deep inside she wants to sue all of her enemies.

Cody Headcanons

1.Cody is a tech genius, adept at hacking complex codes and creating revolutionary programs, showcasing his bright geeky side.

2.The individual is a passionate film enthusiast, a knowledgeable movie trivia expert, and hosts epic movie marathons for his friends.

3.Cody, despite his nerdy background, is a breakdancing enthusiast who skillfully performs moves that challenge his stereotype.

4.He volunteers at animal shelters, demonstrating his compassionate side by loving and caring for their furry companions.

5.Cody's ultimate fantasy involves traveling the world as a tech travel blogger, sharing his unique experiences and spreading geeky positivity globally.

DJ Headcanons

1.DJ is a culinary genius who creates delicious dishes that tantalize the taste buds, blending each bite with a symphony of flavors.

2.The individual is a talented pianist who delivers soulful melodies that captivate audiences and transport them to a different world.

3.DJ, despite his size, is a skilled dancer who moves gracefully and fluidly, captivating audiences with his rhythm.

4.He is a nature enthusiast who finds peace and serenity in the outdoors, connecting with the earth and its beauty.

5.DJ envisions establishing a community center to mentor and inspire young people through his culinary skills, music, and passion for nature.

Duncan Headcanons

1.Duncan, a renowned graffiti artist, creates intricate street art that narrates tales of rebellion and freedom in the city.

2.The individual is a skilled skateboarder known for performing daring tricks and stunts that showcase his fearless attitude on the streets.

3.Duncan, despite his stern exterior, possesses a remarkable talent for poetry, composing raw and emotional pieces that reveal his underlying emotions.

4.He is a skilled craftsman who creates custom motorcycles, showcasing his unique style and mechanical prowess in each ride.

5.Duncan aims to establish a youth center, providing a creative outlet and sense of belonging for troubled teens, utilizing his rebellious spirit for positive change.

Eva Headcanons

1.Eva, a fitness expert, consistently exceeds her limits through rigorous workouts and training sessions, leaving others in awe of her strength.

2.She is a renowned rock climber known for her unwavering determination and fearless attitude, showcasing her exceptional skills in challenging peaks.

3.Eva aspires to establish a self-defense academy for women, empowering them to defend themselves and thrive in a world valuing strength and courage.

Ezeikel Headcanons

1.Ezekiel is a skilled woodworker known for his intricate pieces that showcase his skill and connection to nature.

2.The individual is an exceptional organic gardener, renowned for his vibrant fruit and vegetable cultivation, demonstrating a strong commitment to sustainable living and farming practices.

3.Ezekiel, despite his rural background, impresses with his unique poetry style, capturing the beauty of the countryside and the simplicity of farm life.

PART 2 COMING SOON !!

The more likes the more i can do !!

[eddathegreat]

I Guess I'll Post About Shipping Mizu

The way I see it, we've got 3 options for Mizu: Akemi, Taigen, and Ringo.

I ship Mizu with Ringo.

Here is my long-winded breakdown of why.

Akemi is probably the worst match for Mizu. Which is really unexpected, I'm frankly almost always gunning for the lesbian option. There are reasons they could work: they could find some solidarity as women in a shared culture, each trying to find their own way. They are both ruthlessly determined and willing to be underhanded. However, they have led very different lives, Mizu of poverty and Akemi of privilege, and we see Akemi often acting very entitled, while Mizu is unlikely to ever give a shit about being 'proper.' Most damning, I think, is that Akemi is resolved to be Great by the end of S1, hence why she and Taigen don't work out. Mizu is very similarly not very interested in being great: she wants to kill some people, and is otherwise lacking in aspirations.

Which leads into me talking about Taigen. They have a shared appreciation for swordplay and martial arts. I'm not so blind I can't see the sexual tension in their fights. And they are both people who could be happy to settle down and live a mundane life, away from everything. However, Taigen is... especially bullheaded. Just kind of a dick all around. He's honorable, sure, but within the bounds of his honor code he is repeatedly an asshole. I cannot possibly imagine him responding well when he finds out that a woman is wielding a sword, and that flavor of constant dickishness really puts a damper on any of his stronger points.

Ringo, in contrast, is nice, in a way that I think complements Mizu very well. There are some issues, of course. Ringo also wants to be Great, like Akemi. There is a pretty big gulf between the two in how comfortable they are with violence, Ringo shying away while Mizu embraces it. However, Ringo is also actively interrogating what he wants out of life, which also reflects Mizu's struggles, and I can see them actually deciding on a life course together. There is also solidarity pretty much from the start of their relationship, Ringo accepting Mizu as a swordswoman and Mizu not dismissing Ringo as worthless, even praising his ability to be stealthy. Mizu is vulnerable with Ringo in a way that she isn't with the other two. Ringo is careful enough to balance Mizu's recklessness, but also willing to roll with her, and I like the dynamic.

The last big comparison I have to make is how each of them responds to Mizu's bullshit. When she hurts Taigen and Akemi, each of them are quick to reverse their positive impressions and start referring to Mizu in racialized terms. Ringo, however, calls her out for more appropriate reasons. And while all three have had their conflicts with Mizu, her conflict with Ringo never became homicidal or even violent. In fact, Ringo is the only one of the three who actually has a positive history at all with Mizu.

[i-mybrunettelady]

full speed ahead: an ascalon lore post from moi! after a century and a half!

it's a little post, really, that's like. my personal hc about the position and role of women in ascalonian society pre and after searing, ft my two ascalonian girls, sofronija (sofka in further text) and nyra! i will also speak in broader terms here, so men and women = masculine and feminine roles, but you absolutely can add nonbinary people in this spectrum as well. it's just easier for me to discuss in more generalised terms now!

i don't think women were ever encouraged to just be housewives even in pre-searing ascalon; we see this in game, women serve as much of a public role as men do, hold public functions, are respected and valued and honored, but what i wanna focus here is the role of a warrior. see, how i see it, pre-searing women were allowed and encouraged to train and wield magic and know how to fight and be adventurers, but mostly in the purpose of self-defense? men went to war, that was a masculine thing; sometimes women did as well, and that was a-ok, but they mostly stayed behind to protect their villages and cities.

sofka was born in what we'd call upper middle class - or the late medieval equivalent - and married into a family of the same class. her husband was a merchant; she herself is an up and coming elementalist and necromancer when prophecies start, and she was expected to join her husband in his trading affairs, even travel. granted, she is a widow when prophecies start, but the point still stands.

she has no real aspirations for a soldier's life. she only joins the ascalon vanguard on devona's insistence, and sofka has a big fat crush on her, so she joins the vanguard to impress her crush. the searing brings her at the forefront because of the skill she gained in the vanguard, not because she wants to. she would've been fine living a life where she wasn't expected to be a soldier, but life had different plans for her.

fast forward to current day and the role of a warrior-woman is a little different. for one, it's not as rare - in the centuries after the searing, and especially in ebonhawke, they needed every capable person they could find. this developed into an expectation of sorts that men and women were to be combatants on the field, and this goes twice for the nobility.

ascalon's nobility (the remaining ones, that is) is a warrior nobility; their pride is in their ability to contribute to battles as soldiers and tacticians. they guide themselves by something akin to the code of chivalry. there are exceptions, of course. nyra's own mother, antonia, has always felt left out of that whole warrior-woman narrative because she isn't up for it, so moving to kryta and becoming a socialite was much more up her alley than the role she was expected to have in ebonhawke.

nyra grew up with these ideas of what a woman should be. in a way, she is the perfect embodiment of a current ascalonian view of women. she would've thrived in ebonhawke, not only as a member of the ainsaf family (aka a noble family with royal blood) but also in the way she chooses to live her life. her "conflict" is the fact that she is krytan-ascalonian, that she is in the middle of both cultures, and krytan view of what a woman should be is more akin to the one ascalon held pre-searing than the current ones.

her being diaspora is also super important here because in canon, ascalonian diaspora/minority communities are so keen on preserving their heritage. so there was twice as much pressure to maintain this image and role, which she happily does! but then it clashes with the things her other culture is telling her.

her choice to lean into the ascalonian side of things is not more or less valid than her mother's choice to lean into the more krytan side of things. it's just a choice. and i find all of this so very interesting...

anet what did you put in your humans to make them so fucking cool

[herrlindemann]

Sonic Seducer - 2008, interview with Flake

thanks to ramjohn for the scans.

While his colleagues from Rammstein are working at full speed in the studio on the still untitled successor to their 2005 album 'Rosenrot', we invited the eccentric keyboardist to our psycho couch for an entertaining one-on-one chat. Flake Lorenz on success, idols and the advantages of not owning a wallet!

What is your profession?

I'm forced to call myself a musician, anything else would be a lie! The last thing that would probably apply to me would be the term entertainer. You can't really call me an artist either...

Why shouldn't you be considered an artist?

Because such a view presupposes that I would make art! Music does not necessarily have to be art at the same time. As is well known, there is also dance music that is artistically less valuable.

Do you still have stage fright before performances today?

I still have stage fright, but mostly in situations where I'm not 100% sure about how the performance will go — like during my solo performance at the Berlin Volksbühne some time ago, for example. I prefer to follow a precise schedule with times and other details. I feel very safe knowing the band is standing here, I'm standing there and the crowd is standing over there etc.

Are you a generally insecure person?

Yes. I chronically doubt myself and all other people and things.

Would you describe yourself as a perfectionist?

Not at all! Quite the opposite: I'm a real Schludrian - fortunately!

What was your career aspiration as a child?

I really wanted to be a piano player. In the early days I had lessons, but I didn't have my own piano. So in my free time I practiced at the kitchen table on sheets of paper that I drew the keys on. At some point my parents saw that I was serious about playing the piano and bought me my own piano.

Were you a good student then?

At first, but later I became very bad. From the 7th grade I basically saw myself as a punk and school didn't interest me that much anymore.

Did you have to be bad at school to be a punk?

No, not necessarily. I became a bad student all by myself... I actually would have liked to have done better. In the early days of Feeling B I was still in 10th grade - when I came home from our performances at the weekend, I couldn't be completely rested and fit again at school on Monday morning!

What do you like?

Shipwrecks.

What do you hate?

Very much! I probably hate a lot more than I like. I couldn't come up with a top 10 hate objects without neglecting the rest of the stuff.

Where is the most beautiful place in the world for you?

At my home in the country, just outside of Berlin.

Who would you want to swap roles with for a day?

Actually with nobody. I've got enough trouble with myself that I don't necessarily have to take on another role!

What do you have in your pocket at the moment?

A tissue.

That's all?

And money. I always keep my money in my ass pocket — I've never used a wallet in my life!

Out of pure post punk conviction?

No. It's just that I wouldn't think of keeping my money in a wallet in real life. So far it has always looked like this: I kept my credit cards loose in my pocket on the front left and small change on the right. In the ass pockets, notes and banknotes for free use. That's how I got through life for a long time. A friend was very concerned that this would scratch my credit cards and ultimately render them unusable. So he gave me a small bag with a magnet closure. However, this magnetic clasp erased the magnetic strips on all credit cards, garage door openers and alarm system code cards the first time I opened it, so I had to apply for everything again! A clear sign of non-improvement! I dare not imagine what could happen if I used a wallet!

How important is success to you?

There's small successes and big successes — it doesn't bother me that a lot of people think I'm great. With the fame I get from working with Rammstein, the positives and negatives are roughly balanced. It is important to develop your own position on these things. If the TV program annoys me, I turn it off — the same with Rammstein: If I don't want to have anything to do with the band, I put my hat on, go to the back room and have my peace.

What will your life look like in old age?

I don't want to say anything wrong at this point. Mick Jagger said at the time there was no way he would still be on stage singing 'Satisfaction' when he was 50... I also never thought I would live very old. The way of life in this band is anything but healthy: the touring life, the flights every day, the excitement, the noise pollution...

Also, there is a lot of drinking. It has gotten better, but in the past people often drank to the point of unconsciousness; especially in the east. Always. With a reason or without.

Do you have idols?

I think Helge Schneider is very good.

What's your biggest fear?

Quite factually: before dying.

What are your goals in life?

There are none today — I'm done, I've done everything I set out to do!

Do you have any regrets?

My only regret is that I didn't do various things. Then nothing.

[autistichalsin]

This is a bit of a ramble and not really an ask but it was on the brain and i had to get it out, please forgive.

With everyone of your posts i read about Halsin i have come to realize why i like the man so much.

That motherf*****r is me!

Just instead of a 6'4" Polyam Pansexual druid bear, I am a 5'0" nonbinary aroace cryptid with DD's.

Evidence:

He was put in a leadership position he shouldnt have that ultimately isolated him. I was shoved into the "strong friend" role that ultimatrly did the same.

Went through a heavily traumatic life event then shoved into a ****ton of resposibility imedietly after. The dearh of my mom was thr same and shoved me into a caretaker role i wasnt prepared for.

Used unhealthy coping mechanisms until he figured out a healthier way to go about things. Used Cannibus, "Projects to be Prpductive and not lazy", and to be honest, became obsessed with playing video games to a point where when i started to work on myself, trying to play a video game, even one i had played before, gave me Anxiety.

Ultimately being able to finally listen to oneself and accept there are things he just wasnt suited for and made changes accordingly. Me, the last year and a half.

Add on to the fact that he is Autistic coded, which is something i only got recently diagnosed with and I am still figuring out, it is nuts how similar we are.

I have never had a character i have related to this much in media before and I never thought it would be this comforting to know that someone like Halsin exists, even if only in fiction.

Through him I have come to better understsnd how important representation is in media, even if that representation is seeing someone else who has gone through similar life events to you and came out the other side still warm and kind, unlike how media often portrays them as bitter and angry.

It helps me realize that despite what i have been through I can still choose to be kind and caring, even if I am a little more wary about who i give it too and for how long.

I want to give whoever wrote that man into existence a big hug and thank them for giving me someone to aspire to.

I hereby declare a Paladin's Oath of Devotion to Halsin Silverbough!

And hope that anybody who reads this, finds someone that represents them just as much as he did me.

HUGS!

I feel you- I have noticed some VERY common traits among other Halsin fans. One of those is that a lot of us tend to have traumas of various kinds, and have struggled a bit with cynicism and/or staying kind to others.

The thing about kindness is that it's a choice. You choose to be kind, and you don't always succeed. (Be really wary around anyone who claims to be unfailingly kind.) But you do try, even when a lot of others show no real interest in that. Just like Halsin, particularly in act 3. It's something a lot of us relate to, I think, that struggle of being kind in the face of trauma.

[cyn-onym]

GYARU!! (Various!Tokyo Revengers X Gyaru!Reader) Pt. 2

Hoshino (Y/N) is a laidback, yet well-mannered girl who has little to no aspirations in life besides shopping, the newest trends, and having fun. Because of how she expresses herself she is what many people call a Gyaru.

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The first half of classes ended as the bell chimed.

It was now lunch break, and I was rushing to place my supplies away like many of the other students. Once I put everything away, I took out my bento and wallet before rushing to the first-floor vending machine. As I surveyed the machine for a drink I spotted (F/D) and paid.

After inserting the coins into the machine I selected my drink and placed my wallet back into my pocket. As I waited for the drink to fall into the slot my phone chimed. I flipped it open to find a message from Nozomi.

— Zumi♢ — __________________________

We're on the roof whenever you plan on coming ♪('ε｀ )

12:30 pm

__________________________

As I typed my response, I bent down to collect my drink before walking off.

— Zumi♢ — __________________________

We're on the roof whenever you plan on coming ♪('ε｀ ) 12:30 pm Alright, I'm about to head up ( ' ▽｀) [ SEND → ]

__________________________

However, as I was about to send my message to Nozomi, I bumped into someone, which only sent my phone flying. I immediately apologized before bending down to pick up my phone. As I rose I noticed the someone I bumped into was none other than Tachibana Hinata.

Earlier in the year, rumors were circulating about her having a crush on some guy in my class, I think his name was Hanagaki.

Tachibana anxiously apologized to me as our eyes met "I'm sorry for bumping into you Hoshino-san." She could be timid at times but spoke up when needed. I shared a class with her last year but we were no more than acquaintances. I quickly brushed off her apology "No worries, Tachibana - Chan, I was distracted so it's my fault. Are you on the way to eat with Hanagaki?"

The girl's face began to turn red as she denied my question, "N-No I wasn't-t planning to eat with Takemichi-kun, I was j-just on my way to get a d-drink!!" I laughed as the girl stuttered, it must be nice to have a boyfriend, "Well, enjoy your lunch, it was nice seeing you again!" I said as I walked off in the direction of the stairs leaving the flustered girl behind.

After climbing the steps I pushed open the door leading to the roof. Near the railing sat Nozomi, Akane, and Chitose. Who were enjoying their lunches and chatting away. As I approached them Nozomi exclaimed, "What took you so long? Did you get dress-coded on the way here??"

I laughed as I set my things down, "I ran into Tachibana-chan and got distracted." Chitose perked up, "That girl from class 1 that's dating a delinquent?" This information was new to me, "I didn't know Hanagaki was a delinquent.."

Nozomi briefly stopped eating to chime in, "Yeah, I think I've seen him hang around a gang of weirdos dressed just like him too."

Akane interjected, "They're always wearing those lame pants twice their size." We all laughed and continued eating our lunches.

"Speaking of delinquents, let's continue speaking about your boyfriend, Nozomi." Chitose prompted. We directed our gaze to the said girl as she finished her lunch. "Oh yeah, Kiyomasa is in a gang and I'm positive you guys have seen him with me?" She stated before taking a sip out of her water bottle. The rest of us looked at each other in confusion. Nozomi had never introduced us to Kiyomasa, or any dude she messed around with. "Remember two weeks ago when that new cafe opened, and we all planned to visit, but I bailed last minute?" Nozomi stated nonchalantly.

Two weeks ago, before class, we planned to visit a cafe that had just opened nearby. Once school ended, Nozomi got held behind, so we were forced to wait for her. Then when she finally arrived, she stated that she had a date to go on instead of hanging out with us. We were all a little upset since it was last minute but the three of us still went nonetheless.

We nodded our heads encouraging the girl to continue. "That dude I rushed over to afterward was Kiyomasa."

As I recalled the events in my head a brief image of Kiyomasa appeared. Kiyomasa was tall and fit the description of a typical delinquent. However, one thing that I remember distinctly was the scar on his left eyebrow.

"I think the gang is called "Tokyo Manji" or something, I heard they're well known around Shibuya." She continued arrogantly.

Akane then spoke up, "I think I've heard of em', I once heard a story of them beating up a gang of high schoolers." This caused my jaw to drop, "which year are they?" I asked. "Same as us," Chitose stated as she took out her phone.

'Middle schoolers beating up high schoolers? That's impossible.' Most of the high schoolers I encountered were twice my size and arrogant. "Well make sure to stay safe," I stated anxiously as I finished my meal and drink.

The conversation didn't continue from there, as another topic began. Although it didn't last long before the bell rang, signifying the start of afternoon classes.

We gathered our Bentos and trash before separating again and heading to our classrooms.

As school neared its end, the teacher began to give a summary of the lesson before asking "Any questions?" To which they received no response, allowing us to be released for the day just as the final bell chimed. After placing all my supplies away I headed to my shoe locker to gather my outside shoes. After placing on my shoes, my phone chimed again but it was a text from my mom.

— Mom♡ — __________________________

When you're on the way home pick up anything you want to eat for breakfast and lunch tomorrow.                                                            I have to visit your grandma in Chiba and won't be home for the day.

3:20 pm

OK! See you when I get home

  [ SEND → ] __________________________

After texting back I headed the opposite way home to the nearest convenience store. As I walked I placed in my earbuds and continued my playlist from earlier. I then got a text from Nozomi, Chitose, and Akane, talking about random things and homework. After school, we continued talking through text since Akane had music club activities, and Chitose had student council activities. Although Nozomi wasn't in a club she tended to get a ride home or had a date to go on. 

Resulting in me going home alone. Joining a club never seemed that interesting to me, and going home late added to the list of cons.

I took my time walking to the convenience store since I wasn't in a rush.

I even stopped to get a crepe at a stand nearby. After paying, the stand owner told me to be careful and warned me about some delinquents meeting nearby. I gave them a brief thank you before finding a bench to enjoy my crepe. By the time I finished the dessert, it was 4:00 pm.I need to start heading home.

I stretched as I rose from the bench and brushed off my skirt. 

I then gathered any trash before throwing it out in a nearby bin. My journey was far from over but it wouldn't be long before I made it to the convenience store. 

As I walked, I passed the park stadium which was inhabited by a couple of delinquents who seemed to be leaving. I tried my best to ignore their conversation and mind my business but something caught my attention.

"You guys belong to the Tokyo Manji Gang, right? I'd like to meet one of the leaders"

'Tokyo Manji? Tokyo Manji is the gang Kiyomasa's in, maybe he's here?' I halted and decided to hide behind a nearby tree to continue listening to the conversation. With this new angle, I could see everything that was going on. There were 7 people total, but the one talking didn't seem as associated with the other 6. He had short blond hair and was covered in dirt and numerous bruises. 

Meanwhile, the other 6 didn't even have a wrinkle in their uniforms. Most were smoking cigarettes, and one of them even had a mask pulled down to his chin. 'It's hard to distinguish them from each other they all look the same.'

"Either Sano or Kisaki...I was wondering if that'd be possible somehow. Oh, if not, I understand." The blond continued sheepishly as he rubbed his head.

Something in the air changed as he finished his sentence and it wasn't long before the delinquent closest to the top of the staircase abruptly stopped. He then took his cigarette out before crushing it between his fingers, it wasn't until he turned around that I could get a look at his face, it was none other than Kiyomasa. 

"Bring me my bat", Kiyomasa commanded.

As soon as those words left Kiyomasa's mouth the others around him rushed to follow his order. It wasn't long before Kiyomasa began beating the blond with the bat and all I could do was stand and watch. I couldn't bring myself to move, I was frozen in fear, and I couldn't even tear my eyes away from the scene. Kiyomasa continued his relentless beating even as the blond mumbled out apologies. 

I thought it would never end but the delinquents surrounding the pair began to get antsy. "H-Hey...Maybe we should stop him soon." Another chimed "Uh, yeah..." Then a third, "Kiyomasa! Dude, stop! You're gonna kill him!"

But their words didn't stop the boy instead they urged him to continue. It wasn't until one of them grabbed Kiyomasa by his shoulder that the torture ended. Kiyomasa dropped his bat before calling out to the boy beneath him but he received no response. The blond splayed out beneath him fighting to stay conscious. 

His uniform was even more scuffed, and it was now covered in blood in addition to the dirt. His face was covered in scrapes and bruises and blood trickled from his head and nose.

"Wake your ass up, Hanagaki.", Kiyomasa demanded as he flipped the boy over on his back before stepping on him.

'So that's Hanagaki, Tachibana-chan's boyfriend. Does she know about this? Where is she, is she safe?' 

My mind was running wild with thoughts, but all I could do was stand and listen. Hanagaki began to rise, bringing himself up to a seated position in front of Kiyomasa. The scarred delinquent then crouched down bringing himself to eye-level with Hanagaki.

"The next time Sano-kun's name comes outta your mouth. You get it, don't you? I'll kill you." 

After finishing his threat Kiyomasa and the rest of his crew began to leave the stadium. Leaving behind the battered and bruised Hanagaki panting and crying. 

Once Kiyomasa's crew was out of sight, the boy attempted to run off but tripped. His left leg was sprained, I wouldn't be surprised if it was broken. But before he could try again I quickly left my hiding spot and called out, "Stop! Don't move!" The boy's eyes widened as I approached him from the top of the steps.

He tried to gather himself and brush off his tears but failed. "Ah, sorry I was just leaving, sorry if I'm causing any trouble." 

'Is he really trying to play it off?' I quickly shook my head before stating, "No need to act tough. I saw everything. I'm sorry I'm only now stepping in." Hanagaki was shocked but it wasn't long before a defeated expression fell on his face. "Oh...well don't worry about me I'm fine! Really!"

"As if," I stated before kneeling in front of him. I began digging through my bag for anything to help the boy and It wasn't long before I found my blue handkerchief, "Here use this to wipe your face." 

He reluctantly accepted the cloth before wiping his face. That was the only thing I could offer besides my school supplies, which wouldn't be much help.

Then it struck me, 'The convenience store, I was on my way anyway I might as well get some bandaids or something for him.' I quickly rose to my feet before gathering my bag. "Stay here. I'll be back, don't move."

I began running in the direction of the convenience store and eventually made it to my destination. As I entered the store, I made a beeline for the first aid. 

I picked up bandaids and antiseptic wipes before picking up some breakfast and lunch for tomorrow. I also picked up a melon pan for Hanagaki and some drinks.

Once I was certain I had gathered everything needed I made my way to the register. As the clerk scanned my items I took out my wallet ready to pay for everything. "That'll bring your total to ¥1,878."

I paid and they quickly bagged my items before giving me my change and bidding me "Goodnight". Swiftly grabbing the bag I made my way back to the park. 

I was relieved to find Hanagaki patiently waiting and his face wasn't as bloody thanks to the handkerchief. "I'm back, thanks for waiting." I said before taking a seat next to the blond, taking out the items I bought for him. 

As soon as he realized what I'd done for him, he became bashful, "Ah! You didn't have to buy all that for me..."

I shook my head, and took out one of the antiseptic wipes, "Don't worry about it. It's the least I could do. Could you turn towards me?"

Quickly following my instructions he turned his face towards me before suddenly turning away. "What's wrong?"

The boy quickly responded, "Nothing!" as his face turned red. 

"Well I can't treat you if I can't see your face," I stated as I rolled my eyes. He then turned towards me again with his eyes screwed shut. Ignoring it I began patching him up and disinfecting his wounds. 'I don't understand what the big deal is.'

"There, I'm done," I stated as I placed the last bandaid on his cheek. As the boy opened his eyes I put the leftover first aid back in my bag.

He brought a hand to his face before thanking me. I brushed it off saying that it wasn't a big deal before taking a water and melon pan. "Here." 

Hanagaki was shocked, and once again tried to refuse the items, but I wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Like I said it's no big deal. You don't have to pay me back." I said as I shoved the items into his hands. It's almost 6 pm I have to head home before mom starts worrying. I then got up and began gathering my stuff as Hanagaki continued to ramble. 

And just as I was about to walk off Hanagaki shouted out. "Wait! Where are you going?" 

"I gotta get home, it's late. Don't get into any more trouble alright?"

"But wait! You didn't tell me your name!"

"Oh, you're right, my name's Hoshino Y/N," I said flashing him a peace sign. 

"Hanagaki Takemichi, nice to meet you."

"Well, it was nice meetcha you too, see ya tomorrow. Bye bye! I said before finally running off, leaving behind a confused Hanagaki.

"Tomorrow?" The blond wondered as he opened the snacks.

☆ Out of everyone in the group (Y/N, Nozomi, Akane, Chitose) Y/N is the only one who hasn't had a significant other. 

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PD characters but I give them wc names and Clans and lore and oh god this spiraled into so much more than it was originally meant to be ENJOY!! Characters listed by Clan & position <3 Lemme know who I missed and I'll add them in a reblog, can be as obscure as possible

THUNDERCLAN:

Dakota (Redblaze): ThunderClan. Yeah there's no nuance for him Dakota is just straight fucking ThunderClan. Parents died when he was a kit and he's determined to be the best warrior the Clans have ever seen

Summer (Greenspirit): ThunderClan. Was an apprentice with Dakota. She would sometimes see him sneaking out and follow along, revealing herself if she saw the pd getting into bad trouble. A lot of cats think it likely that she'll end up as deputy eventually due to her responsibility and quick thinking

Alan (Boulderscreech): ThunderClan. There's not much to say about Alan tbh, but Dakota enjoyed training with him when they were both apprentices together (only for a short time before Alan became a warrior)

Tide (Tidestorm): ThunderClan. I know he's water themed but this guy's code of honor is stronger than fuckinnnn idk some bitch from the og arc before everyone started getting mates in other Clans. Dakota's mentor

Seismic (Dustspring): ThunderClan. Idk enough about him to give him a storyline. Aspiring to be deputy but not doing the best. Littermate of Tide, obvsly

Doug (Flamesplash): Medicine cat apprentice of ThunderClan. Originally a warrior, an accident costed him the use of his hind legs. Determined to still be useful to the Clan, he decided to be a medicine cat, despite finding a lot of the work boring. Unfortunately, he doesn't actually believe in StarClan

Elle (Eagleflight): Medicine cat of ThunderClan. Littermate of Tide. Doesn't talk too much, very focused on her work. May or may not have been the secret cause of Shockwave's untimely death during the first pd arc. Looking to somehow take over the Clan, as she thinks her special connection to StarClan makes her the only fit cat to lead

Ms. G (Twilightstar): Leader of ThunderClan. She's always very observant of the apprentices and makes sure they're getting their proper training and their opinions heard. Dakota was originally devastated that she didn't make him her apprentice before learning to love Tide as the father he'd lost as a kit

Harlem (Slinkshade): Deputy of ThunderClan. He was a big part of some previous prophecy, think a super edition set before the pd's first arc. That's when he had to prove himself and he earned the respect of Ms. G, now he's the deputy

WINDCLAN:

William (Wispbreeze): Medicine cat apprentice of WindClan, but he thinks he's ShadowClan at heart (he's half-Clan <3). Think Breezepelt but not a fucking bitch. The only reason he chose to be in WindClan with his dad is because he did NOT want to be in the same Clan as David. He's the medicine cat only because right after he became an apprentice he fucking died and had some crazy vision from StarClan before coming back to life. Oh he's also like Leafpool cause he's got the stupid double forbidden relationship thing going on cause of his crush on Vyncent

Jimmy (Brambleface): WindClan. As apprentices, he often bullied William for no good reason. Ratted William out whenever he caught him sneaking off. They even got into a physical fight at one point that Lightspeed interrupted before William could get his ass handed to him

Whirlwind (Whirlwind!!): WindClan. Littermate of Magma. Nearing his time as an elder, but remains one of the senior warriors for now. Regular guy, nothing special

Le Frog (Frogleap): WindClan. He somehow can escape any situation. Whenever William sneaks out of camp they somehow run into each other and William is just about ready to kill him

Pretender (Ripplesight): Medicine cat of WindClan. If anyone gets visions from StarClan, it's him. He's not the most present mentor for William, but he's good enough. Often thinks there are omens in anything he comes across

Magma (Scorchstar): Leader of WindClan. A very strict leader and punishes harshly those who violate the warrior code. He's not a big fan of William because of this, and often lectures him about trusting other Clans too much. Littermate of Whirlwind

Lightspeed (Lightstreak): Deputy of WindClan. Not much to say about her except that she's caught William sneaking out of camp one trillion times and she's getting tired of it

RIVERCLAN:

Vyncent (Sparksoul): RiverClan. Really good at adapting to different situations. Also just a guy who's there sometimes. Wasn't originally born in the Clan, but was found as a kit and saved. While he feels accepted and loved by his Clanmates, he still wonders where he came from and who his real parents are

Cantrip (Tripclaw): RiverClan. Big reason why William was jealous of her was because she's in the same clan as Vyncent. She thinks their shenanigans are stupid

Jax (Duskwing): RiverClan. One of the more arrogant warriors, constantly arguing with Mynerva, who he thinks stole the deputyship from him. Likes to pick on the apprentices for no good reason other than the fun of it

Flow (Shimmerhaze): RiverClan. Unnaturally good at a lot of stuff and nobody knows how she does it. Very quiet swimmer too

Cross (Lightningwhisker): Medicine cat of RiverClan. As eccentric as any good medicine cat. Another cat that gets pulled into the pd's antics, but usually loves helping out. Believes a lot in the next generation of warriors. Nobody knows how old he is but everyone's pretty sure he was around even before the last leader of RiverClan. Also shares crazy stories of quests he went on during his youth, probably a part of some old prophecy

Jason (Orchidstar): Leader of RiverClan. He's on his last life and the rest of the Clan is starting to doubt his ability to lead. He's THAT RiverClan/WindClan leader that's always super annoying and won't agree with the main leader because the plot needs some political opposition

Mynerva (Mistyfrost): Deputy of RiverClan. Vyncent's mentor, but wasn't happy about it. She believes in strong Clan blood, and is in fact one of the only Clanmates to dislike Vyncent because of his outsider origins. Jason made her his mentor to train that attitude out of her, in preparation for when she'd eventually become leader. Otherwise, she's an extremely intelligent deputy, and everyone's just waiting for her to take Jason's place

SHADOWCLAN:

Bookworm (Wormpaw): ShadowClan. Wordsmith's apprentice. Loves joining in on pd adventures. He doesn't really like it in ShadowClan and often voices this to them

Xavier (Stonepelt): ShadowClan. Hot-headed new warrior, likes to pick a fight with other border patrols. Often told off by Wordsmith. Often seen with Cantrip and Alan at gatherings, despite his dislike for other Clans

Mr. Wilson (Moonsong): ShadowClan. This guy is plotting to cause a revolution and depose Mal, but hasn't actually recruited anyone yet. He has trust issues

David (Webmist): Medicine cat of ShadowClan. He's William's older brother obvsly and half-Clan, but chose to stay in ShadowClan with their mother. Always gets others to do his dirty work. Lies about prophecies and such for his own purposes. Often mocks William when the medicine cats gather at the Moonstone

Mal (Silentstar): Leader of ShadowClan. What else do you expect. This guy is basically Tigerstar tbh but without the Clan change. Known for manipulating other leaders at Gatherings. What he would give to take over the whole Forest

Wordsmith (Thornwhisper): Deputy of ShadowClan. This guy has his eye on the pd simply because he keeps finding them sneaking around ShadowClan territory investigating. Begrudgingly has been working with them on occasion because he's become aware of the corruption in the Clan and he wants to change that

CATS OUTSIDE THE CLANS:

Ashe: Kittypet. Sorry but this guy got accidentally roped into the shenanigans of the pd (all apprentices during s1 ofc) and then StarClan went hmm actually let's make him part of the prophecy. Can use the powers of dead cats

Mark: Rogue. This guy originally was raising his son in the wild but eventually left him at some twoleg's place so he'd be safe. Visits from time to time but would never fucking stay. Hates the Clans because they're a bunch of obnoxious pricks, yada yada (he secretly was once a member of RiverClan but shhh he left or got kicked out depending on who you ask. Warrior name was Wavestrike)

Tony: Loner. He lives near ThunderClan territory and Dakota has run into each other a couple times (during his secret rule-breaking expeditions). They both agree not to tell ThunderClan about where they've been (Tony being near the border and Dakota being over it) if the other doesn't

Overlord (Jaggedtooth): Exiled ThunderClan warrior. He was the one who killed Dodgeboy for good. He's currently plotting his revenge and takeover of ThunderClan. Currently working with Mark

Shockwave (Shockwave lmao): StarClan spirit. He's Tide's littermate, killed during the first pd arc (imagine him having the dramatic death of a first book). He and Dakota were good friends before his death. Often secretly tries to help the pd despite StarClan's wishes

Dodgeboy (Dodgestar): StarClan spirit. He was the last leader of WindClan, recently deceased. This is the guy who gave William his first prophecy as an apprentice

Kemuri (Smokestep): StarClan spirit. Former WindClan warrior. He often helps William out and guides him through visions. This guy is old as fuck, from a whole different era

The Trickster (TrickSTAR ahahahha): Dark Forest spirit. Who the fuck knows what Clan he was originally part of. He is 5 different guys after all

[blue-disco-lights]

Tag Game Tuesday

I was tagged by these lovely lovely people - @celestialmickey @lingy910y @energievie @shinygalaxyperson @creepkinginc and @mmmichyyy - thank you!

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name: Julia

your birthday: April 24

where in the world are you? City by the Bay 🌉

when did you join tumblr? Last year!

do you have any sideblogs? No

mobile or desktop? Both (because the FOMO)

your perfect sleeping conditions: a bunch of perfectly-positioned pillows, those sheets that only spas are allowed to use i have no idea where to find those in real life, phone nearby on the nightstand so i can read in the morning 

a movie you think everyone should see at least once: it’s not the genre i normally love, but the first movie that comes to mind is “The Shining”  ... but may I also recommend "Grease"?

what shoes do you wear the most often? black vans (which have replaced black converse)

find the book closest to you. turn to page 7. what’s the 7th word? Vienna’s

describe your keys to me: they absolutely MUST be color-coded or i will never open the door, those are attached to my car key, which is attached to a little library card keychain. I used to have this keychain that looked like a turntable, and when you pressed the button, it would sound like a record scratching. I need to find that again.

what’s your favorite snack? Dried mangos from Trader Joe’s. If those are not available, chocolate-covered almonds

one of your aspirations: i’d love to learn sign language one day

and finally, tell me a random fact about yourself: i tried to teach myself how to read tarot cards a couple of years ago, but got frustrated because i couldn’t memorize each card’s meaning… but it was a fun endeavor for a bit and i really love tarot deck art 

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and a Picrew - my fave way to relax on my phone when I'm not making A.U.gust moodboards for @gallavichthings or writing @galladrabbles 💕

I wanted to tag a whole lot of you today because I love all your posts, drabbles, art, stories, giftsets, and meta discussions - you all really make my day! no pressure to play if you'd like to ... 🪄 to:

@gardenerian @thisdivorce  @gallawitchxx @callivich @palepinkgoat @suzy-queued @deedala @sam-loves-seb @starcrossedsoulmates84 @sickness-health-all-that-shit @francesrose3 @bawlbrayker @ardent-fox @too-schoolforcool  @stocious @mikhailoisbaby @ian-galagher  @flamingbluepanda @lupeloto @heymrspatel @squidyyy23, @transmickey, @scurvgirl, @takeyourpillsbitchh, @thepupperino @look-i-love-u,  @harrowhark-a-vagrant, @michellemisfit, @deathclassic, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @lizelandre, @rereadanon, @auds-and-evens, @xninetiestrendx, @arrowflier @vintagelacerosette @grossmickey @metalheadmickey @loftec @howlinchickhowl @mishervellous @grumble-fish @crossmydna @captainjowl @tanktopgallavich @stocious @krystallouhoo @jadepetals @sisitrip @gembu-tortuesouscafeine @gillyp @gallabitch73 @mickeyheartian @mybrainismelted @sweetbee78 @depressedstressedlemonzest @rayrayor @silvanshadow @ms-moonlight-inn @golden28s

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2024-05-27

Sometimes things are not your problem! The hard part is you have to prove it.

Listening: I realized I had not listened to Lemon Demon in a while. Truly unbelievable how good Spirit Phone is:

Reading: Picked up the Nona reread again, also Virtual Light by Gibson. I like Gibson a lot, I have thoughts about the way that he knows very little about technology but thinks that the most important thing about it is how humans interact through it.

Gibson's style is delightful but also so, so very dated. I love the position Japan had in the minds of sci-fi writers of this era, you can't fault them too much, you'd have to be looking at much more subtle information to predict the simultaneous rise of China and fall of Japan.

Watching: Nothing really.

Playing: Forza Horizon is doing a Synthwave event which means some interesting retro cars, most important to me being the BMW 850CSi, which is easily one of my favourite BMW's. Huge GT car with a relatively small naturally aspirated 5.6 liter V12 and long, long gearing, absolutely gorgeous slimmed down design with a front edge like a razor blade, the BMW kidneys are trimmed down to the barest hint

That V12 is hilarious too, basically two BMW I6's mated down the middle, complete with two ECU's, two throttle bodies, two fuel pumps, two of everything. Truly one of the long distance highway cruisers of all time. It's only up next week but I usually do a full month season when the theme catches my eye, they have some cool ones in this.

Making: More programing on the LuaLED project, I rewrote a bunch of the design to move more of the code into Lua and I have been rewarded with much simpler and lower footprint memory management, since I don't have to keep copying between Lua and C state, instead keeping most of the state on one side or the other. I think the technically hard part is done and now comes the part that's hard because I don't understand websites.

Tools and Equipment: I was making guacamole and I realized you can totally use a pastry cutter as a vegetable masher, and it's honestly better in a lot of ways if your goal is big chunky pieces instead of a smooth paste. Pastry cutters really are worth it, they're much nicer than cutting butter with a fork and they cost almost nothing.

[notwarriorswiki]

"A wet WindClan cat? I never thought I'd see the day." "I've been brushing up. Did you see how I almost had that fish?" "I did! But you're gonna have to keep working. Remember I managed to snag a rabbit on the moor the last time we met up, so I'm winning." "Smirk all you want, but I'll be more excited to see your face when I finally do nab that sucker!" "Hehe, I look forward to it."

Skyheart and Pigeonflight because I'm still mad about Leopardstar's Honor.

More info under the cut, plus mini rant.

Skyheart is not a bully who almost kills Leopardfur, her being turned into that character after she was so excited to have a sister and be there for Leopardkit in Crookedstar's Promise is another piece in the failure that was Leopardstar's Honor.

Anyway, to maintain Leopardstar being the spoiled and doted on RiverClan child after her mother dies, she's very close with her adoptive littermates Skyheart and Blackclaw. This was a bustling time for RiverClan, with many apprentices and even more kits on the way. Leopardfur and Skyheart often competed for the leader position in their games as kits, and saw each other as friendly rivals when little.

Skyheart is an adventurous and daring cat, and that bold nature led her to dabbling with a WindClan cat, and falling in love. Even though it was against the code, they continued to do so, and Skyheart fell pregnant with kits. Leopardfur picked up on this and questioned who the father was, Skyheart refusing to say - much to the surprise of Leopardfur. After all, they told each other everything. At this time Blackclaw and Mistyfoot were flirting, Skyheart was expecting - Leopardfur threw herself more into her duties as she saw not interested in romance or having kits. Nothing against those who did, but that just wasn't where her aspirations lay. Unlike Skyheart who began to focus on other things, Leopardfur never stopped dreaming of being leader, and she was spoiled and readied to be just that. Even as an adult she was sought after and praised, her RiverClan family providing her endless love. She was spoiled, but she really did love her clan and want to do her best for them.

However, Skyheart would disappear in the night, and the loyal Leopardfur was beginning to get suspicious. She followed Skyheart one night and discovered the truth, enraged that her clanmate would do such a thing. The bold Skyheart told Leopardfur to back off and mind her business, but Leopardfur threatened to expose Skyheart to Crookedstar unless she ended things with Pigeonflight. The two adoptive sisters screamed and argued, but eventually Skyheart settled down with a sigh, and agreed.

Too bad she lied.

Leopardfur had thought all was well until she caught Skyheart sneaking out again a different night. As the two began to argue again though, Skyheart would feel contractions, and realize her kits were coming. Much to Leopardfur's horror, her dear friend was giving birth, and Leopardfur didn't know the first thing about herbs. She didn't want to leave her friend alone to go back to camp, but she also didn't know how to handle this. Seeing the squabbling bundles of fur, Leopardfur panicked, especially when Skyheart didn't stop bleeding...

Skyheart died giving birth to those half-clan kits. The smell of blood was putrid, and led the searching Pigeonflight right to them. He was horrified to see his mate having died giving birth to his kits, crumbling before her as he tried to comfort the two little ones, but could barely even comfort himself. Alas in the haze of grief and shock, Leopardfur would simply stare as Pigeonflight sadly took the two kits back to WindClan.

When RiverClan learned this they were horrified. There were mixed feelings grieving Skyheart, but Leopardfur and Blackclaw were much the same in their sentiments - it was the fault of that WindClan cat that Skyheart got mixed up in this. Those half-clan kits killed her, a curse from StarClan and a punishment on her life. This was one of the pivotal moments of disgust Leopardfur would have for half-clan cats, and furthermore cats outside of her beloved RiverClan.