#i would feel so bad if someone had sent one i wasnt sure if it was just a bug

[dreamboatmomota]

is it possible for tumblr to delete asks!?!! i got a notification for one a while ago but there was nothing in my inbox, yet there's still one more number than what i actually have in my inbox currently 🤔

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for blocking a friend on instinct? So i (f16) have this friend, (m16) we can call him D, who i've been friends with since kindergarten.

About a year ago, i started growing very close to D through our friend group's dnd campaign we held every friday. I knew him for a long time but that was the first time we had started hanging out out of school. We were talking on snapchat every night just chatting and after a while he started to send much more... revealing snaps. Just his bare shoulders but like without a shirt. He said it was because he had to let his medication for his back dry. I was a little uncomfortable, but we were friends so i didnt think that it would escalate into anything weird.

After about a month, D starts sending snaps in a towel and pictures of his chest which made me very uncomfortable. I kind of let the chatting die down after that because it was the only way i could think of that would be enough to gently let him down easy (i was wrong). I stopped going to the hangouts with that group and kind of distanced myself because how uncomfortable D made me. This only made D try harder to get my attention.

I was still friends with the others in the group so i would often have one-on-one hangouts with the others and watch tv. One thing we watched was Miraculous and we laughed and joked about it all the time. D overheard us or something and went home and binge watched the entire series in a week. Then everytime i ate lunch with that friend group, D would always make direct references to Miraculous or sing the theme song really loud. This wasnt once a day, D would make miraculous references every single minute. He became obsessed with the show (which, for reference of how weird it was, D is a very religious Christian boy. He gets upset if he gets an A- and never drinks caffeine (no problem with any of those things but just understand that kind of guy being deep within the fandom of Miraculous out of all shows 😭)). It was so bad, and it once again was making me very uncomfortable.

Eventually, it got to an insufferable point where D changed his route to go home and made sure to pass me every day after school and wave. I started avoiding him in the halls, he would always ask obscure questions that werent that important. I couldn't understand why he couldn't get that i didnt want to be friends with him anymore so i set boundaries.

A text i sent to D: i apologize if i ever caused any misunderstanding, but i would like to make it clear that im not romantically interested in you. i can see that you have been trying to grow closer, but i dont feel the same way. i don't appreciate being followed around, and i dont like when people force themselves to like the same things i like. its not attractive to be a copy of someone. i enjoy being your friend but it's difficult to disregard these things. if im being totally honest, when you do things like this, it makes me really uncomfortable and borderline creeped out. i know crushes wont disappear overnight but i would appreciate more space. if youre looking for a girlfriend, this isnt the right person, nor the right way to get it. and i wont tell anyone about this so dont worry about word spreading or anything. thank you

D's response: Oh, I'm so sorry I made you think that! I don't have a crush on you, I just noticed how you don't hang out with our friend group as often and I just wanted to make sure that I was being as nice as possible to make sure you weren't mad at us or anything. I did start to think that maybe me trying all that made me seem clingy or annoying, so I'm really sorry for all of that. Thanks for bringing this to my attention, I'll try to do better now!

This didnt sit right with me because after all of that i cannot fathom how that translates to "i wanted to include you". This made me question a lot about the situation.

Reasons i feel like i MBTA: i'm over thinking things and D could be a genuinely a nice person. Its hard for me to read the room and i need to work on that and probably apologize to D.

Reasons i feel like i MNBTA: i should trust my instincts rather than ignore them. I've had a psychological abuser in my family before and the situation could be a stalker behavior that i've learned is not ok to have.

What are these acronyms?

[wundersmith-squall]

ramble about your Ezra Squall redemption arc please?

Absolutely- id be very happy to! I'm quite aware that im about to sound like this:

but you asked so this is what you signed up for /j

Soooooooo it basically wormed its way into my head because of the one time where Squall said something like 'We're wundersmiths we take all of the blame and none of the credit' and I was like, okay sir are you speaking from experience? What was the 'credit' of your actions? And also the mention of the shared enemy, which I at the time took as meaning partially something in the republic that threatens Nevermoor, and partially something to do with the system, the Wunderous Society and like, all the people in charge who are against wundersmiths and are trying to hold Mog back.

Along with these two things, I'd like to think that 100+ years of banishment are long enough to rethink your actions and become a better person.

So, I'll explain it in a way that wont take an entire essay to write out. Basically it goes in my head that, Courage Square was, at least partially an accident, and over 100 years the story got skewed, and the current population turned against Ezra and the Wundersmiths, while the population at the time knew how, Wundersmiths ultimately were trying to help Nevermoor. Courage Square was bad, which is why Ezra was banished, but he wasnt killed. After a tragedy, it would be expected that he'd be punished, but at the time, the Republic as we know it didnt exist, and so being banished out there was a very bad fate, but it was definitely better than death.

Ezra went through a, lot of bad mental states during the first few decades of his banishment, but as he grew older, he came to terms with both his past actions and his current situation, though he still feels guilty about it.

In my head, the Wundersmiths were originally established to protect Nevermoor from the weird creatures of the darkness that the Wunderous Society takes care of now. Those creatures are attracted to Wunder. When Ezra was banished from Nevermoor, there were no longer any Wundersmiths in there, and so WunSoc had to step up and find a way to cover for him. Meanwhile, Ezra, who still loves Nevermoor, establishes Squall Industries, partially to improve conditions in the Republic and partially to provide a bigger, brighter beacon of wunder to attract the majority of the dangerous creatures to a place where he could still handle them. In this same thought, the Hunt of Smoke and Shadow werent something he created, but a group of these dangerous creatures that he managed to tame.

On the same subject are the other cursed children, those who, gather wunder but are unfortunately dont have the gift to control it. The creatures of the darkness, who chase wunder, hunt down these children to take the wunderous energy from them, which they dont survive. Ezra does his best in this situation, but one man can only do so much, and the creatures are relentless.

When he first discovers Morrigan, he's not exactly sure what to do. He tries to just get her as an apprentice through the usual means in the republic, but after a certain mad ginger got in the way he sent the Hunt after her, himself being busy trying to help the other cursed children, but we all know that that attempt didnt work. Ezra, knowing about the wunder critical-mass gather-too-much-without-using-it-makes-bad-things-happen thing, so he used the gossamer to get back into Nevermoor.

Having to enter and view Nevermoor again, even though not physically, took a bit of a toll on him, plus having to interact with someone new while being himself, which is not something he's had to do in a long time. He's also never, had to teach anyone before.

From there, I imagine he goes from frustrated and angry, to irritated but starting to get attached to Mog, to actually being a genuinely good teacher (aka the floof you saw in my drawing, who doesnt sleep nearly enough but still tries his best to be a good person), who is Tired™ and also just as chaotic as Jupiter when he wants to be.

Thank you for listening to my ramble- I can happily expand on anything if anyone happens to like this train of thought. I have further specifics on, basically everything, but this is a solid overview.

[lazyalani]

Hello, I hope you're well! I hope I'm not bothering you, but if I understood correctly then you currently have requests open for Black Butler?

If I'm wrong, please feel free to delete this ask. I appreciate you taking the time to read it regardless!

If I'm not, then may I please request for Black Butler? I have all kinds of ideas myself about a situation where Ciel brings in another member of staff to help Mey-Rin out with cleaning since she can be clumsy quite often. That being said, the person (Mc, reader, whoever you wish to refer to them as) isn't strong or spiritual or really that special of a person. Borderline Mary Sue with how normal their life seems, but maybe they could have something more to them than just being a normal human. How would some of the characters react to/interact with them? (Preferably romantic headcanons if that's okay, if not then feel free to change it however you wish!) My favorite characters at the manor are Snake and Sebastian, but if you want to add someone different feel free! If you only take one character per request, then can it please be Sebastian?

No pressure, no rush, you don't have to accept this. Thank you for reading my request anyway! I hope you have a lovely rest of your day, please take care of yourself and stay safe! 😊

| Black Butler [Phantomhive Estate]

| When Ciel brings in an assassin as a servant

| i was a little bit confused to what you meant as 'more than a normal human' but i assumed they aren't supernatural but not a normal civilian either, i hope this is okay, gosh im so nervous about this, but i love this request, i got this when i was in rites rehearsal in school lol, only a few dialogues, oc is gender neutral, i wasnt sure if i should put reader or oc but ig oc would fit more i hope its okay, this could also be read as reader cuz its gn anyway, i wanted to write this is fic form but i figured it would be too long, im sorry i couldn't do snake because im not really that familiar with him, this is my frist time taking up this kind of request, mixing up an assassin and romance is a bit confusing so sorry if i dont live up to your expectations, mc is referred to as 'they/them'

Ft. Ciel, Sebastian, Mey-Rin

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Extra Note: I was a lot more motivated to write this cuz you're so sweet :') lots of thanks and hugs for you

CIEL [Platonic]

Ciel encountered them during a mission as the guard dog. An assassin sent to kill him, who ofcourse, failed due to his demonic butler. After suffering an utter defeat on Sebastian's hands, Ciel had a risky idea of bringing them back with him to add to his army servants. He has seen great potential. Although Sebastian had not been fully pleased as it was risky because they were literally sent to kill them, he had respected his master's wishes but kept an eye on them. Waking up to an unknown bedroom and then suddenly being offered a chance to work for someone you were assigned to kill before was definitely surprising for them, but after observing how the 'job' works, they reluctantly accepted.

They weren't good at doing the housework, but they weren't bad either for someone who had just started to work. Still confused, they kept observing Ciel, wondering why they were even offered the job despite almost assassinating him.

"Young Master, may I ask a question?" They asked during dinner time, dusting shelves near the dining table.

"Because you're useful."

"Pardon me?"

"The answer to your question. You were going to ask why I had offered this to you, were you not?" He calmly sipped his tea, then lowering the cup to let Sebastian fill it. "Failed, but not helpless. Surely you understand why I have 'servants' like you, don't you? You'd prove to be a good ally against those pests."

".... Thank you, young master."

"You have yet to prove your full loyalty, show me your devotion, servant."

"Gladly, Earl Phantomhive."

And so they brought back the heads of their former client and their agency employer. With a few days of Sebastian still keeping an eye on them, they had slowly but surely earned the whole manor's trust.

They had soon gotten used to how their job works. Although still a bit clumsy, they had done their best to serve the Earl, gaining fondness for the child. Despite what others think, it was quite easy to have affections for the young master, whether it's out of sympathy or slowly just getting to know him. They understand what draws the other servants to their master. The Earl was cunning and ruthless, but he was still infact a child and in need of support. So they had grown to get used to taking care of him by doing simple actions and words, serving him with gentleness and fondness.

"Young Master, is the blood yours?"

"Young Master, please let me tend to your bruises."

"Young Master, it is time to eat."

"Young Master, what should I tell Sebastian to prepare?"

"Young Master, Bard has made something explode again, please civer your nose from the smoke."

"Young Master, I heard this tea is good for soothing headaches."

"Young Master, I believe it is time to rest."

As an assassin, they understand what it's like to kill. To have a shitty and frustrating background. To have to kill to survive and get what you want. To have to be cautious everytime. To not affording to let your guard down knowing the dangers of your world.

And so they are cautious and wary of anyone getting close to him. A visitor or anyone that's not originally a part of his life before. They always keep them, hence why they requested to have a slight change on their uniform to hide it.

They had heard his story from the other servants and came to an understanding of what Ciel really wants to do, to achieve. Revenge, and if it means protecting the boy and letting him live as much as he can, they will help him towards that goal.

It's only when they are in a mission and they are involved that Ciel is reminded that they are a professional assassin still.

It does make him more confident that while Sebastian is out fighting the main enemy or hunting someone, they can protect him, not letting any other enemy near him and killing them all before they can even take a step forward. It gives him chills, the same ones he feels when Sebastian shows his true abilities. It terrifies him that a human could kill so easily like a demon, and relieves him that he took them in.

Eventually, Ciel has gotten used to their subtle (not really) smothering and protectiveness. He was bothered at first, but he just let it be until he does get used to it, it's a great balance to Sebastian's sarcastic and teasing nature at times. And althought he would never admit it, he does look forward to getting pampered after a long day or mission and not get teased for it (Sebby srlsy).

SEBASTIAN [Romantic]

When he doesn't trust them yet, he sees them as a potential formidable enemy. They may not have defeated him, but they still put up quite the fight for a few minutes. Although defeated, not completely. They might not be a danger for him but they are great danger to his master, being inside the estate and meddling with other servants. He does find them a bit interesting. Normal people may not see it, the assassin's face is neutral, but their eyes are readable, atleast to him. It interests him how their eyes keep on changing emotions, curiosity, observant, interested, empathetic, understanding, sympathetic, pleased, distressed, frustrated, disagreeing, surprised. It interests him how much a human could keep on changing through so many emotions in a short time, and manage to keep it hidden under a neutral mask. And it interests him how they could keep such a calm manner while suspecting something about him.

Sebastian could see it in their eyes whenever they see or interact with him. Cautious, observing, curious. He knows they suspect he isn't human. Ofcourse, what human could do those things he did during their fight. But still, they had kept quiet about it and never asked questions, atleast not verbally. Sebastian could see so many questions hidden in their eyes, and it amuses him to see how they try to keep those questions in. It amuses him how they could really reign their own thoughts and questions despite seeing and interacting with him everyday.

When they had gained his trust, he lets his guard down just a little bit more. He admits, he finds it comforting to finally have someone competent enough in the household to help him. It's not that he really needs help, it's just that he finds it quite a bother and annoying to do every chore while doing his tasks as the Guard Dog's 'assistant' or something.

It's not really a secret that Sebastian finds it easier to be around them than the others. The way his stiffness is nowhere to be found around them, and his voice seems to be less strict. He knows and he doesn't really care when even the Earl points it out. He claims it should serve as a motivation for the others to start working harder if they don't want him to always nag them. Ofcourse he and Ciel knows there's more to it but they don't care (though Ciel definitely would save his thoughts about it for future purposes).

After a while, their curiousty does fade into just being neutral and not giving a shit about who he is or what he is. Despite having suspicions, they let it be because knowing he keeps their master safe is enough. Although they are a bit wary to how he is connected to the young master, they decide to push it down.

Sebastian and them act like normal co-workers as time passes.

"Goodmorning, Sebastian."

"Goodmorning. Has the utensil shelf been polished upstairs?"

"I did that yesterday, shall I do it again?"

"No need. Have the pests been taken care of? There were quite a few crawling around yesterday night."

"They have, I laid them in the 'garden' and let the others clean up. I will check on it again later to make sure the job is done perfectly."

"Good job. Make sure everything is fine while the young master and I take care if everything outside for later."

"Yes. Is the young master still asleep? He didn't overwork himself again, didn't he?"

"It seems that he quite did, seeing as he is still asleep right now and not calling for me. I shall get him ready for the day, I'll leave you to do the rest."

"Yes."

Sebastian does prefer interacting with them than anybody else. Okay, maybe not normal co-workers, but the most normal talk murderers pretending to be servants could do. He prefers talking to them more than any servant because they understand how he talks about the things that aren't meant to be said around anyone else. They have the intelligence Sebastian wants a subordinate to have and he's quite greatful for it. It pleases him that he can now take a little bit more time outside the manor without worrying about it burning down or the young master's safety.

Afterall, their new servant is very skilled in doing their job.

But the main reason it that because he could show sides of himself that aren't meant to be seen even by the other servants. While he may not show his true nature, he does show a little bit of non-human capabilities. Not needing to worry about it makes things easier for him, also because they can cover for him at tines. Their neutral and usual they don't care nature puts him at ease. And them being an assassin definitely adds more ease. Knowing how to kill, and anything that involves it makes it easier for him to slip out and ask a bit help.

It reaches to the point where interacting with them puts him at ease after a long day or after an annoying event. Sebastian is definitely more comfortable around them than anyone else.

He does know what it means. He knows what the little tingle feeling he feels when he hears their voice. He knows what the ease on his back means when he sees them. And he doesn't mind at all. It feels good so why would he deny it? Although it could propose a few problems in the future, but he'll worry about it when it gets there.

When he realizes it, he gets a little more softer on them.

"Job well done as usual."

"After dusting that, you may take a rest."

"Have you eaten? The food I made a while ago is still fresh."

"Ah, do be careful dealing with those pests, they might be quite a handful."

"I imagine you might be tired from dealing with those cockroaches, the tea is still hot, it is good for body pains."

And yes, other people do notice. And yes, Ciel does know, and he doesn't give a shit as long as it doesn't interfere with their missions and tasks. Plus, it gives him opportunities to tease his butler back.

It also adds that whatever is going on will not have to interfere with his tasks to his master because he knows full well that they can protect theirself, the household, and the young master. They are a professional assassin and does not need protection and direct orders and intructions to kill and hunt.

In any case, Sebastian and them would deal with their growing affections slowly and quietly, letting it grow further while letting the each other savor it.

As times passes by, Sebastian does get a little bit more bold with his words and actions. He grows quite more confident when they reciprocate his advances.

All in all, Sebastian was drawn to them because he can show a little more if his true self around them. Because despite disgusing as a servant, they don't exactly differ from when they act as an assassin or a servant. They don't lose their personality and turn into a normal person when changing roles. They are competent in any role they take and know what needs to be done, how to talk about house chores and how to talk about other things, when to meddle, what to do, what needs to be left unasked, how to deal with their emotions efficiently, and does not get distracted by the slights of things.

MEY-RIN [Platonic]

Mey-rin sees them as an older sibling.

Sure they might be monotone and apathetic at most times, but their caring nature makes her think otherwise.

"Mey-rin, be careful, you might fall down."

"Please don't move too much, you might get injured."

"Ah, use this instead of that, this is more effective."

"Oh, don't do that, it will make blood flow out more."

They definitely scare her when they are at the battlefield. Those emotionless eyes and monotone voice are more terryfing than everything when they hold their katana and slash through the enemies. The thought of them being their ally when they keep enemies from coming at her makes her calm.

Merciless, definitely. But she sees them a bit different inside the manor. Those scary eyes are replaced by a neutral face. They rarely smile but she can see their caring actions towards everyone, especially towards their young master.

She was definitely more than happy to know that they can live up to Sebastian's standards in doing house chores because they definitely need help. Although she is ashamed and embarassed to be outdone and to ask for help from a new servant, she can't help but do it and admire them. She can't help but ask them to teach her, and she was happy to know that they agreed.

"I see, instead of doing that, I think you should do it sideways so the duster can cover everything."

"Try cleaning in a more staright posture so you don't fall down."

"How about starting at the top so you don't fall down bending when you start at the bottom of the stairs?"

"I am glad to be of help."

She does look up to them so much. She is very glad that they are as competent in the house chores as they are in the battlefield.

When she observes then, she can quite see the similarities of when they are outside. They still have that stealth when they are walking, that swiftness and speed when doing chores, the effiency when doing tasks, and the quality when doing everything.

It honestly terrifies her how they can just kill so easily without any trace of emotion and pretend to be a normal servant as though nothing happens at night.

Despite obviously having a crush on their resident visual butler, he also does intimidate her in a way the new servant does.

The new servant does make her a little bit more scared, but it brushes of everytime she sees and hears them taking care of everyone. It makes her happy that under that apathetic face they wear, they truly care for all of them. And it makes her relieved that they aren't an enemy.

Ofcourse, she was wary of her before, all of them were. But they did see their improvement. From doing chores improvement to socializing improvement.

When they kind of 'nag' her to be careful on standing in chairs to dust the shelves and clean the stairs, she feels warm. It feels like having an older sibling nag at you to take care of yourself.

They also have the room next to Mey-rin, and when she has her nightmares about her past, they come comforting her. Despite the usual monotone of their voice, she can feel their concern. They may not be much of a talker, their comfort is quiet, but it's enough for her that they listen to her thoughts and worries and understand her.

They also remind her to change her glasses when it's near breaking. Or when she falls and breaks her glasses, they always offer to buy a new one and let her rest and tend to her small bruises.

All in all, she's glad to have someone who can be there for when she's sniper Mey-rin, maid Mey-rin, and sad Mey-rin.

[koipalm]

For sy attendant au - what are SQQ attitude and feelings towards SY, if you don't mind me asking?

Because what I read so far hadn't painted him in good light. Like sure - he wants to survive and SY is an key asset in that, but the way he goes around it is... questionable.

so i answered this ask about it but i just realized that i dont think i tagged it with anything so. MY BAD thats my bad

the long and short of it is that sqq is definitely not a good person in this au lol. granted theres less of the overt child abuse because sy is able to stop some of that but sy still is very much a servant to him. one of the better things about this au is that sqq really just sees sy as a means to an end.. there is some attachment to him but sqq really does not really see sy as someone with his own agenda outside of like. living comfortably. its kind of good in a way that like sqq will grant sy a general amount of mobility around the sect because of sy's vague position and he doesnt reeaally care what shen yuan is doing if its not actively doing work for the peak or sqq.

sqq really sees sy as more of like. a political pawn? in a way. like he keeps sy close for appearances around the sect and he does in some way feel like hes doing charity work because by extension of working for him sy is granted a fair amount of power and status. but he doesnt care what shen yuan does in his free time or for fun. sqq is not the worst person of all in this au but he is definitely someone who isnt afraid of using others to help himself. that and like. its definitely a pat on the back for him of being able to say "well you were sent here to take my place and instead of killing you as was my right i HELPED you and i even gave you your own place on this peak and look at you now. youre mingling with some of the best and the brightest that the cultivation world has to offer" like nevermind that he isnt interested in helping sy with his own cultivation lawl

ok that wasnt short at all sorry but sqq is using sy but he also feels like hes helping him a bit. its a pretty unequal give and take so they definitely have an unhealthy relationship. that being said i think sy goes out of his way to misunderstand sqq a lot because he allows his hate of sqq to shape how he sees his actions.. so he doesnt put a lot of effort into actually examining how sqq differs from the book. also now that ive had a lot of time to think on this au i dont really think that sy's end goal in all of this would be to LEAVE as much as it would be he would want an actual firm position and leverage over sqq so he didnt feel so unstable. that and he does feel indebted to sqq. he could probably handle being around the guy if sqq didnt have so much say over his life

[sleepdeprivedvigilante]

Ok but theres TWO characters, TWO CHARACTERS, who give me the same fucking vibe.

Damian Wayne and Selwyn Kane

LISTEN- THEY ARE BOTH SELF-LOATHING BLACK HAIRED TEENAGERS THAT HAVE TO DO WITH SOMETHING "demon"OR POWERS THROUGH A SIDE OF THE FAMILY.

They both were forced into the roles of soldier/Bodyguard/Assasin/vigilante at a young age, and sure you can argue for damian that it was bound to happen or else he would have risked himself and he already raised as an assasin, same with selwyn, If he wasnt oathed to nick he would have transformed into a full demon he didnt really get a choice and he ddint want to loose his humanity.

SEE:

-Both forced into roles that no chikd should be put through, highly dangerous and/or with high manipulation and torture

-Both didn't get a choice even if they "had " to choose. Damian was already soon of the Bat and he was already raised a ninja, groomed to be heir of both. Selwyn the son of a merlin who since his birth was groomed to become the Kingsmage, who as a child got sent to live with this Family and tasked to protect A community of die/loose his humanity.

-Both have deep trauma and self-loathing.

Like, Damian feels the guilt over the deaths on his shoulders fron when he was a child assasin, thats very deep guilt, mixed with his families treatment him,(not all bad but they could do better), he has very self sacrificial tendencies seeing himself as expendable and preferring others lifes over his own (In a very concerning level of suicidal ideation).

Sel has a similar deal, he deals with a lot of pain and grief from how he treated Bree to his mother abandoning him mixed with the regents and legenborns abuse of him, that and he feeks pain and doesnt show it and he makes choices and sacrifices himself especially due to that guilt.

-Both got them mommy issues

We dont know that much about Sels mother apart from that she can resist turning and she was friends with brees mother, we have few glimpses of her but thats it. We know this, Sel feels deep grief and pain over loosing her, he also is upset that she didn't come back for him, and angry on her behalf cause he can and cant justify her actions.

we have more information about damians mom and we know she loved him and its mutual, but Damian did get dropped off at his father after years, they didnt even meet until certain age for Damian, Damian was also trained since birth and he loves his mom, he cant condone her actions, he cant justify them and it pains him because its still his mom.

-They both are Dry humoured Emotionally constipated Teenager emos.

BOTH their characters are very angsty and dramatic but have a sense of dry humour and comedy.

Like Sometimes its cruel due to being defensive and sometimes its funny saracasm or something just makes them so done. Like Sel after bree told him to say something and he did exactly that, or the jokes they have,same with damian, Like the joke about the crowbar to jason in robin 2021, there he was defensive and trying to get the rise out of someone but it was dry cruel humour, very funny and also their humour is a mix of angst and "Try me bitch" so they will say espontaneous shit thats funny or obvious sarcasm mixed with the joke of "I need therapy" Because thats their mindset (And no Damian wayne is not the feral eight year old brat that cant ever laugh that some people think he is,he is a teenager and has developed well through the comics)

-They are self aware as fuck and idiots.

They can probably go on and say the most concerning shit about their childhood like being raised as an assasin or taken as a child. Selwyn joked about trying to help bree when she needs Just a much therapy than him or even more, and then he jokes saying no one needs more therapy than him, and then theres damian talking/Thinking about his childhood and sometimes realizing how messed up it was, or how it upset him to do certain things.

-They both are dramtic as shit and speak with a fancy air.

Like holy shit (I do too but i read too much) the calling people Full names or fancy titles miced with spite, or the way they speak bejng all "Thine thou shant" dramatic, or how damian Would give a speech to jason to electrocute him dramatically or Sel just being sel edgy.

Anyways theres a lot of similarities and differences but this characters are literally same.

[aita-blorbos]

(NEXT-GEN OCS)

aita for sacrificing myself for my twin?

so me, my sister (16F) and 14 other people (all 16F) had been trapped in a (weridly kept clean) abandoned school made to kill eachother, long story short people did infact die and then get executed, and me and my sister were alive for all of this (even when she got a werid disease where she was highly guilliable and i was one of the few people not to have gotten it)

we were nearing the end, with 7 people (including me) when the headmaster introduced a motive that was "if we kill someone, we get information on our parents"

i was worried about my sister being vulnurable in this situation, since we are very close to our parents (and considering our situation, one of us would have to choose to get on the throne) or she could have been killed by her close friend or just- i dont know, i just didnt want her to get effected by this alright

so i grabbed a bat and i just swung it at someone in some dark room no one was using, i made sure it was an instant death as i didnt care for the motive, just my sister (i told the headmaster to fuck off and to not tell me what happened to them) so she could move on and atleast survive this

my sister walked in and we have a conversation which led to her disguising herself as me (we are identical, the only difference is that our heterochromia is flipped and i have a small scar from a can opener) and i had to stall time and hide somewhere, and then i saw the mastermind

the mastermind was someone we thought died awhile ago (we had a small party at the time, and someone tried to overdose me at lunch so i was out most of that time), ill call the mastermind K, so K and i just kept talking with me trying to not be so pissed off, (I TRIED TO KILL K! I DID! she threatened to break my arm and to kill my sister with me if i tell everyone who the mastermind was) she just acted so different, i didnt expect it

and at this killing game we have to guess who the culprit is, and my twin had told everyone she went to sleep in her room while she disguised herself as me while hanging out with them, she was SO close to making everyone vote for her instead of me, untill we were talking about alibis, and because i wasnt there i didnt know what we were doing, my twin said something she shouldnt have known (they were hanging out on the 3rd floor, the bedrooms are on the 1st floor) and they peiced it together that it was me,

in the end the headmaster revealed everyones parents situation (our dad was apparently dead but our mom was alive) and since we were splitting images of our dad (me in particular, since i have a scar on the same side of my face) the headmaster made fun of us by saying that our mom would have a hard time looking at us because of that and such and how were "like father like daughters" or something

i remember how i told the headmaster to send me off to my execution and my twin tried to grab me away and stop it, how she looked at me when i gave up before death, it was scary

it turned out, all a simulation by some jackasses that chose us because our parents were also in these simulations for no reason other then "yeah you guys signed a paper to play a game, sorry not sorry"

my sister had "survived" before getting executed last minute by K, turns out K doesnt act like that a virus that makes her the mastermind took over like a possessed corpse and she is terrified, MY DAD WASNT DEAD AND THEY BOTH SAW EVERYTHING BECAUSE MY TRIAL WAS SENT TO THEM VIA MAIL VIA RECORDED VIDEOS AND MY SISTER EXECUTION WAS JUST SHOWN ON TV

my sister tells me she still has nightmare about me dying sometimes and i feel so bad that i wanted to sacrifice myself and she still died in the end and im worried my parents wouldnt look at me the same and the girl that died has no idea it was me

AITA???

[blueiight]

The biggest WTF for me is when book fans are like well Louis is a liar in the books about why xyz didn't happen in the show and I'm like well if he's lying about everything then why am I watching this show?? are you gonna retell the entire first season with what really happened? cause I feel like the show is wasting my time then.

Any and all Lestat propaganda is lost on me. Anytime someones like well in the books he's not like this, I'm like I dont care that's not what he's like on the show so stfu.

Also I have no fucking clue what ppl are talking about with daniel + armand most of the time like I don't understand how the fuck s1 hints at anything other than an adversarial relationship at the moment.

im assuming ur the same anon as here..

and its like yeah its obvious some things didnt happen the way they did cuz its louis’s point of view & we will get another look at certain scenes but if the whole season is a total lie thats a waste of tv lol. granted the book iwtv narrative is more straightforwardly dark. theres no two interviews theres just one interview in the 70s (which was contemporary. iwtv published in 1976) .and the most that’s ‘contradicted’ in that imo is.. of course getting lestat’s point of view and all but also. ok. so you know how in the show lestat kills the tenor and clicks out on louis saying embrace what you are? in the book, lestat did the same thing but it was w/ these sex workers/prostitutes instead. in tvl lestat is like well actually these women were robbing the seamen so i wasnt the bad guy. this is actually why i think show lestat is nicer than book lestat! not rly cuz he did the same shit to lily. seriously tho book and show les were twins separated at birth and sent off to different universes imo. & in the book louis links w/ lestat whos bog body down bad holding a child and turning his back on him its irony its melodrama and we’re never sure if that scene actually happened. according to les well it didnt and louis was just a drama queen embellishing. thats what louis is, a drama queen embellishing things LOL. & the suspicion around armand is warranted like hes a powerful vampire with an adeptness in the mind gift, but he also loves lestat + his form of showing that is yandere crazy af aka torturing the people lestat cares about if not beating and tormenting lestat himself and its like..armand would do some shit like that hes crazy but itd be a bit boring if all of s1 was a big lie ?. let all the yaoi be problematic! i def think that theres some freaky shit going on between armandxlouis… the 1x07 reveal was like heyy danny ik i just checked out 5 seconds ago but i went from a bad bf to worse :3 the snake sheds his skin as ive dubbed it. i thought armand was rashid tvc until i seen the marius painting and the reveal had me sooo hype. the finale is the biggest divergence in the book besides the obvious changes (race, era, certain scenes etc etc) the fact that theres 2 interviews and that armand x louis are together in the modern day. in the book armand broke up with louis just before the interview, tried to mack on bog body struggle bus lestat and when all that failed he went to fuck w/ daniel. daniel was named in the third book finally and he was revealed to be w/ armand to have this crazy psychosexual bdsm worldwide cruising (well. armand watching danny fuck) blood airtagging romance rigmarole for a few yrs post interview cuz armand wanted someone to teach him what being human was like again and daniel wanted a demonic satanic zaddy. i am the devil’s minion (title chap drop!) armand’s put in a situation where he has to turn a dying 32 year old (book) daniel into a vampire. in the show clearly, daniel is old now but hes dying still. s1 doesnt show much so i can get why ur confused but in later seasons the nature of all their relationships between show armandxlouis , daniel & what happened and how theyll adapt the axd dynamic will be clearer to us all. i just think ppl r too committed to particular fan theories or takes rn. the ennui of being into an ongoing adaptation

[lostinatrainofthoughts]

A month plus ago, someone randomly slid into my dms claiming they knew me from primary school.

He finally said his name was danial K (oh boy, not another danial 😂). Funny enough, this was the last person i would think to ever try to connect with me? He was one of the popular ones back in school and i was surprised he knew me. we would sometimes see eachother in passing but we never acknowledged the other’s existence. So i was caught off guard he even recognised who i was. A little back story, him and his sister were well known in school because theyre half white in a sea of purely malay kids intrigued by the exoticness of an anomaly.

He told me he wanted to get to know me better and be friends? He was apparently very close to (probably seeing?) my bestfriend at the time so he mentioned that he knew me from her i think. Or observed? He said we looked tightknit (we fought often btw but she did give me a hamster) and he says if shes nice then i must be nice too. I dont know if hes trying to replicate what he had with my friend with me bc our conversations always somehow involved her. And i feel like one way for him to reconnect with her was through me? I lost contact with her agesss agoo, and shes off the grid. So i dont know how i felt about this whole thing.

Then as we got to chatting, the more wariness i felt about him being a douche lessened. He was notoriously known to be a player. He told me he peaked in primary and was bullied violently in secondary. He told me people made fun of him being short (i didnt know this) and name-called him saying he looked like megamind (this i knew). There were awful rumours about his sister too that she leaked her nudes (which apparently i bought in at the time and he said none of it was true). It wasnt just the name-calling, it was physical abuse too. I felt bad because of what he went through. he wasnt the type to fight back and hes super patient, which is admirable. It dispelled my initial perception of him and i really fed into the rumours. He really did peak in primary as he mentioned how much he enjoyed his time there (i hated primary). he also has broken English eventho his father's white.

so after all the conversations of good ol times in primary (of his). he started to text me every single day. he would ask me what I ate for lunch, breakfast, dinner and repeat; asked how work was and wished me good luck for work, repeat. now it was getting a little exhausting when conversations were like this. since he asked if we could be friends, and i said sure why not. but he was taking this label very seriously, like something he had to prove himself worthy of. he started calling me "bestie waina" and with every single breath. he always without fail, mentioned that I was his "bestie" and striving to become the "best bestie I ever had". He was becoming borderline obsessive about being my best friend. he refers to himself in third person;__; (ex: "danial is going to work", "danial misses my bestie waina") or "oh I love working offshore, you [sometimes he would also call me "you"]" + "i only think about 3 things when I'm away: myself, my family, and my bestie waina". he asked me once whats a green flag in a bf. so at this point i haven't expressed me being uncomfie bc I'm a ppl pleaser and an avoidant, so when he pulled that qn i was like oh this is my time to shine! so i told him "besties don't always text each other every time, only when they have something to say, they give space, and being bestfriends takes years :) " he reads my texts as soon as it was sent. no matter the time of the day, even at ungodly hours, hoping he wasnt gonna reply bc he was asleep - he still did! like girl............... but after that particular text, he opened it 16 hours after lol, and said he will tone it down. it didn't last. it took 5 days for him to resume his routine of asking me what I ate again.

it was getting out of hand because he said things like "where are you? what are you doing? i would teleport to where you are if I could" and it was just plain creepy. so I lied and I said I'm seeing someone I matched with on tinder. he replied "I support you my BFF waina" so I started to think, maybe he does only want to be friends. but then he pulls "thanks for telling me you're going out w a guy" and I was like huh?????? I didnt say it because I felt obligated but I said it so that he would back off. again, the male species fails to understand these things. But I knew it tipped him off, bc he replied over a day later. to add, he also said he wanted to save "kr8" (as in credit, yes he types like he's stuck in the early 20s) because the wifi wasnt stable so he's gonna log out and stay in touch in April (before knowing he was like this, I said yeah we could meet up :") ) so we stopped texting.

but it doesnt end thereeeeeeeeeeeee.

i told this ordeal to my cousin 2 weeks after who said I should block him. she convinced my avoidant ass by saying I don't owe him anything. I like the idea of running away from my problems, thinking it would solve itself so I did! at the time, ig didn't give me the option to "also block new accs they might create".

oh boy, two days later, he made two different ig accounts to text me...... . i knew it was him because one had a similar username as his old one. i immediately disabled my ig for 3 days bc I was so damn frightened.i only opened it back because everyone was telling me to communicate.

Both DMs from those two accs were sent at a 15 min intervals. one was a cryptic ominous "You". The other was a long text message about how he was upset and he didn't get why I did what I did (I felt bad of course, bc again I didn't say anything instead my people-pleasing ass was just going w the flow until it all became too much). then he started victimising himself, said things like he'll heal on his own, he will stay strong. he even gaslit me and said "he forgave me" lmao. he said he didn't see the point of ig anymore (the ig he used to contact me was a burner account. i was the only mutual) so he disabled all three accounts.

his final text was him giving out his phone number if i ever wanted to talk to him. so although all his accounts were disabled, i could still text these accounts from laptop (glitch). so i lied and said i had a bf (bc ya... i didn't want the blame all on me) and that this "bf" wasnt happy w me talking to other guys so i did what he told me. i told denial i was sorry repeatedly. that he deserved a meaningful friendship with someone else. because the guilt ate me alive. he's sent his phone no. before on 3 diff occasions btw. the first one, I told him I was uncomfortable w sharing. so in that final text to him, I made it clear that i was NOT gonna text him through whatsapp (that's just asking for it). i told him this already. then consumed by anger, i retorted saying that i mentioned friends give each other space, but he chose to ignore that. and also "please don't create any more new accounts to text me. it makes me feel unsafe." the end

[moldwood]

i have 15 minutes before my work day starts, so why not have some reflections on 2023 for the lunar new year since my zodiac the dragon returns to me ☀️

PASSION

at the very end of the year, i did something i had always wanted to do and stepped down from work into a substitute position so i could focus on my art. it has been... slow, but i think it was the right move. whenever im not making something, i really cannot stand life. of course, i wont be able to stand it if i cant eat either, so well see how things turn out by the end of this year. i do think i need to get some art priorities in order, because im jumping around between a lot of projects which means theyre all getting done very slowly. i need to start focusing on one thing at a time, i think, but i really am enjoying the new stronger presence art has in my life.

MOOD

i really feel better than ever in regards to myself! most likely due to the aforementioned outpouring of passion into things ive wanted to do for YEARS. for the past few years, ive been a bit more aware of everything going on in my head than when i was a teen since i was still processing a lot of trauma, so ive been letting myself have a bit more slack on the rope in terms of "acting out of character" if that makes any sense. having a solid personality isnt something i really worry about since i know your sense of self is always shifting in every circumstance, but there were just some ways i never acted before that i let myself try on, find out its not for me, and then i end up feeling even more solid in who i am since i know what im not. i always knew i wasnt a giggly, happy-go-lucky person, but now i know that i can feel that way when i really really like someone. laios im talking about laios i have to be honest.

FRIENDSHIP

i think its my own personal failing that i overlook red flags from friends and try to make excuses for their behavior up until its too late and i have trouble not realizing that giving them an open space to be themself away from the world and support isnt enough to change that some are the type of people who are just looking for an excuse to think poorly of you anyway. i dont think im an overly kind person who will coddle someone being bad to me or a friend, but i definitely dont put my foot down enough. it happens in minor ways, but it happened in a major way again recently. if i had a dime for every time it turned into something severe, i would have two dimes. eight years apart and i let someone do the same thing, just minus suicide baiting me this time

tldr a friend of a friend sent that friend some stuff and it turns out that a friend who is no longer a friend turned into an islamophobe or at least started following islamophobic accounts and is very... delusional about the whole friendship + the kind of people we are + how we thought of him + really just wanted to think the worst of us and felt now he had a reason. we didnt read much more and felt no need to. its for the best that it's over, though, i think. he really was like that the whole friendship and didnt put any value on the things i/we did for him because it was never enough, which i knew the whole time but ignored because i thought if i did enough it would be enough, which leads me to:

i have been focusing more on loving my friends lately in the wake of that. i always have, though im not very vocal/chatty, so ive always shown it in my own way through giving drawings and gifts whenever im able. im never worried that i dont have a place in their lives, and im trying to worry less about the disconnect between how im thought of vs how i am. i think more what i am focusing on now is that i was always a very busy person, so while my friends were always very important to me, i want to do even more to show that since i want them to be sure of it. i dont have much time for any more projects, but i want to make sure they know i would do all i can for them outside of just drawing. i think this will help a bit with feeling more comfortable saying when i think something theyre doing isnt chill to me since the feeling would Hopefully go from me being bossy to me being just looking out for them being their best selves/not letting myself be misunderstood which just happens bc i dont talk very clearly not out of any lack of caring (there is a jumbled mess between my head and my mouth)

i also want to try to make new friends, or at least new acquaintances. theres a few people (mutuals 🥴) ive really wanted to talk to more, but i never know what to say. which makes sense, since i dont even talk with my friends all that much, usually only just whatever comes up in the current conversation in vc. autism damned. that boy cannot hold a conversation for his life. but maybe drawings are the way to go. my hands are all ive got IN SUMMARY

there are more thoughts and i dont have time to reread + word everything all nice because i have to work now. it is all a rambling train of thought mess. BUT tldr: life is really good right now and i feel more solid in the friendships im keeping and i am excited for my future art endeavors now that the last thing i was waiting for (the mixing palette!!!) came in. of course friendship is the longest section its the most important thing to me. anyway dreams for the year quickly ummmmm

✦ i want to learn how to use gouache. i have it! but i have to wait till i get a few projects out to get started. i think this will be very fun and very good for me because its been so long since ive played with a new medium ✦ i want to get better at small talk. how is the weather? do you like this type of weather? what type of weather do you like? what do you like to do when it is that type of weather? ✦ i want to visit prague to see if moving there would be good + feasible. my mom and half sister want to take a trip there, so i really hope that pans out and we can all go! ✦i want to work through my moral ocd about opening up a patreon/kofi and selling merch. people wouldnt subscribe if they didnt already have the money to. it doesnt matter if i make and sell 40 acrylic charms that are plastic and bad for the environment, taylor swift takes a private jet for a 20 minute car ride. ✦ i want to reach a higher fluency with arabic. its hard to find time to practice with my huge workload, so i think once i get better at time management with the projects, i can devote my mornings to a lesson a day and make better progress. ✦ lastly ig i want to try more new foods. i have been for the past several years, but i still am not the best at having good food consistently. im too busy right now to cook every day, so again i guess when i get better at time management between projects and life, i can devote some time in the week to meal prep + cooking good food. thank you laios dungeon meshi for reinforcing this. i already knew it but now theres a hot boy telling me it

2024 the year of more wahoooooo more taking more giving more drawing more cooking more dreaming more sun in the summer

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

It's the Mikaelson ball and Elijah asks you for a dance, Kol isn't happy because he likes you and you like him but you do find Elijah attractive. Elijah tries to get his brother Kol to admit his feelings to you but at the end Elijah realizes he has feelings for you but you like Kol and only find Elijah attractive. One shot and reader is a powerful witch. Thank you.

I like you, I really do... But. | Elijah Mikaelson x Kol Mikaelson x Reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

The Mikaelson ball, of course it was the time to ask your significant other to dance. Elena had the Salvatores, Caroline had Klaus and who did I have... Elijah.

Of course, I didn't hate Elijah. In fact, if Kol didn't exist he'd be my favourite but given I had a huge crush on Kol I was upset that Elijah had asked me before Kol grew a pair.

Don't get me wrong, Elijah is one fine looking man. From his jaw to his posture it was like he was sent from heaven but Kol, Kol was different.

"shall we?" Elijah interrupts my thoughts, his hand raises as my hand gently grabs his and he leads me to the dance floor.

"Kol is so naive." Elijah mutters, he understood my feelings for Kol overthrew any other feelings I had for anyone else including him.

"hm?" I say, only hearing Kol's name brought me back into reality "I had warned him, on multiple occasions that if he hadn't asked you out, I'd be asking you out." Elijah says in a kind of annoyed tone "I thought that was give him some kind of incentive, but given you are here with me he hadn't grown a pair yet." he continues as our bodys swayed to the music.

My head spins around trying to look for the youngest brother who was dancing with some girl from the town.

"Yeah, well, he's made it apparent he has no feelings for me whatever." I shrug "I'm sure he does, a beautiful woman like you would have most men swooning over you." he compliments me and I give him a gentle smile "thank you Elijah." I say quietly.

We continue to dance, until I see Kol's eye locked on me almost as if he had a problem with me dancing with Elijah. Then the music stopped "excuse me for one moment." Elijah smiled sweetly before disappearing off into Kol's direction.

I had been left in the middle of the ballroom, all by myself.

Unsure of what to say or do, I walk out of the room, exiting the house for a breather.

Running my hand through my hair "You left?" Kol says and I spin around "Well someone didn't want to grow a pair and ask me to dance, so Elijah stepped in." I smile, recovering from catching my breath "Believe me I intended to ask you out." he say "I just found you weren't at all interested in what I had to say." Kol narrows his eyes "You're right, I wasnt" I nod walking off.

"I need a drink" I sigh walking back inside, grabbing a glass of champagne off of the plate from the waiters walking around.

Elijah walks outside to where Kol is and I roll my eyes.

Not only did my date go out to conversate with his brother, but he went outside to conversate with my crush. It doesn't sound to bad, but when you add the word 'Mikaelson' to the sentence everything goes bad.

I think that goes for every sentence. 'The Mikaelsons are having a ball.' 'The Mikaelsons are speaking outside', it doesn't go hand in hand even when the sentence is said to be good with no intent of evil or wrong doings.

"I see you need alot of alcohol." Damon mumbles walking up to me "Given that Two of the Mikaelsons are speaking outside, I think I do." I sigh rubbing my dome with one hand as Damon gives me an awkward face "exactly" I say as he walks off.

Kol walks in, Elijah following closely behind him "can I speak with you?" Kol asks and I shrug "Depends are you asking me to dance?" I retort and he shakes his head with a smile "fine" I mumble as he grabs my hand dragging me upstairs into a random room.

"I like you." he says "I-" "you're smart, funny, can't forget sarcastic, moody, strong, brave. Everything I thought I'd never find in a girl until you stabbed me with that little wooden spare" he says placing hands on my cheeks, the door was still open so anyone could listen into the conversation.

"I don't know if you just insulted me or-" "just pretend it wasn't an insult for a moment, i'm trying to tell you how I feel. I don't do this at all." he says making me laugh "I'm sorry, no I understand I get you, carry on, please." I continue laughing.

"fine, keep laughing." he says removing his hands from my cheeks "no you don't" I say turning back to a serious mood and he chuckles "look, i like you." he says and I nod "you said that, Kol." I mumble "besides, if I can make you so awkward then jeez i'm special." I chuckle and he shrugs "you could say that." he sighs scratching the back of his neck.

"Let me get the rest of the night with your brother over and done with, then im all yours." I smile to him and he reluctantly nods, "acutally, I-" he stops himself from saying something and I turn my head "you don't like me with Elijah?" I question him and he nods "oh come on, at least someone in the family had balls." I say walking off.

Slowly walking down the stairs I see Elijah already looking up at me with admiration in his eyes "Elijah?" I question him eventually making it to him as he clears his throat "One more dance?" he asks and I chuckle taking his hand.

As Elijah and I danced to the old classical music, I listened to his heartbeat. I wasn't a vampire but I could do a spell by thinking of the spell in my head, the spell where I had inhumane hearing had popped into my head.

His heart beated quickly, almost like the speed mine beats when I'm near Kol. "You're captivating, y/n." Elijah says, thats when I knew.

Not only had the youngest Mikaelson fallen for me but the Middle Mikaelson did too, how was I suppose to come back from that.

"You're Handsome too, Elijah... but" I pause "No need to finish that sentence, y/n, i know who your eyes are set on. I also know that you can read me like a book, that's okay." Elijah looked down at me giving me a gentle, sweet smile.

I almost felt bad for him in a way, the only Mikaelson who did something not for his own benefit but for his families benefit and the one time he had something that mad him happy, she felt away for another, that other being his brother. It was sad.

"I like you, I really do… But you brother has my heart, Elijah." I sigh still dancing, he nods accepting that he and I would never match "I figured, it was too late anyways." he smiles before the song ends.

"Farewell y/n" he whispers kissing my cheek before vanishing.

"Y/n" Kol yells waving at me to come over.

[cardinaldante]

Greetings siblings of the church. Friday sucked. It's Dante, I see Aether sent a post while I was unfortunately busy. He didn't give me any sort of medicine when we woke up, so I had a headache all day Friday and just decided to alternate between sleeping it off and glaring at him. Today has been much better though!

The Papa's didn't find out I had drunk- Aether said I could tell them if I wanted to, but I wasnt- so this morning I got up and got the work I shoved off yesterday done. A messanger from the Catholic Church came by, and dropped off a letter for me from DeFroque. He asked to meet Sunday after their church service. I didn't know about that. For starters, I couldn't bring any ghouls. Maybe I could bring Phil, but then again, Phil was bound to one of the Papa's, right? Maybe?? I don't know. Two, all of the Papa's would be busy getting ready for Midnight mass Sunday, so none of them would be able to come with me.

However, Papa Copia told me this union between us and the church needed to work, so I agreed to it and sent the messanger back with the note. I know siblings, it's a stupid idea to go by myself, but I don't want to inturupt the Papa's. I got my work finished and headed down to see Phil first. If he was bonded to someone, he couldn't be able to go- Expecially with what happened to me with Aether. But maybe.. He was in his office when I got there, flipping through a bunch of old looking books.

I told him hello, and appologized for not coming to see him sooner. He only waved me off and asked how my leg was doing. I told him it was okay, but I stil struggled to walk. He told me even with PT, I'd probably have to use a cane for the rest of my life, Expecially since the skin never recovered around my ankle. I mean, yeah, I could get surgery to replace the blackened, burnt skin, but there was a very high risk of the doctors at the hospital thinking the church wasn't taking care of me and taking me away. I would rather just walk with a cane. At least I'd be able to get a fancy one.

I asked him if he could come with me to the meeting of the church on Sunday, and he told me he could. He told me that Christianity and holy water and all that didn't work on him at all, since he'd been up here for so long. he asked if I wanted a spell to keep me safe. See, he'd heard what happened from Aether and Papa Copia and Mountain, suprisingly. Mountain rather came with his own story. He told me that there was a spell that could keep me safe from the influence of holy water and blessings. I had heard of that before. Aether had done that spell on me when we went to get the kids. I told him I wanted the spell done.

After that, he gave me a small check up which just consisted of him helping me change the bandages on my ankle, making sure the foot brace was secure, and helping me back in the wheelchair. My crutches were in my room, but I opted for the wheelchair today when my leg started to hurt too much. He asked if I would be at midnight mass, and I told him probably. I don't know though. Honestly, I've been feeling a little self conscious having to wheel around in my wheelchair or walk with the crutches. We have people with disabilities here and I've been getting alot of help from them and other people, don't get me wrong, but... I don't know. I just feel so...

Sorry siblings, I know this isn't what you want to hear from your favourite Cardinal :DD

Anyways, the rest of the day was boring, and I decided to have a sleep over in Aurora's room. Sodo was there this time, which was very suprising. He told me that this was a one time thing and that he was only there because he wanted to sleep next to Aurora. He said that, and then instantly curled into my side after he fell asleep, warming me up. Honestly, he's kinda a bad lier. I wonder if I could get rain to let the kids swim in his lake- after all, they do need swimming lessons, bit honestly, I'd have to beg or something for that. I know damn well he'll whine and complain about it for the longest time.

[yahoodarling]

Patient!Thoma X Patient!GN reader Asylum AU

Warnings: mental instability, death (not reader or Thoma), mentions of drowning, blood, extream violence and body language/triggers that some may relate to with self harm.

Funny enough this is a comfort fic, extreamly violent comfort.

Read with caution!

(I really like this fic)

(*****) is used in place of a random name of your choice.

A new patient would be joining the ward today, exciting news Thoma heard from a few staff that were cleaning and preparing an unoccupied room, no doubt for the new person and best of all they would be right next to him! It had been a while since Thoma had any neighbouring company so he was estatic to hear he could have someone to talk through the walls with.

"And otherwise, how are you feeling today?" His assigned doctor asked. Ayato was his favourite person here, he had a silky voice and soft tone and spoke to Thoma like an actual person rather than like a child or animal like how other staff worked.

"I see you have left your bed unmade. Im very proud to see your progress. What made today different from others?" He asked

"Ah, i guess something has been taking up most of my focus. I was too preoccupied on that rather than my surroundings."

Usually hed spend at least an hour making his bed. If the sheets didnt hug the mattress properly or if the pillows didnt sit right hed redo it over and over untill it felt right. Thoma had been diagnosed with sever OCD, it made his life difficult but that in its self wasnt enough to be sent to a ward like this. His cleanliness did lead… elsewhere through.

"And what is this thing on your mind?" Ayato asked. Every few days they would have a long conversation session, doctor to patient just to catch up and for Ayato to see how Thoma was reacting. 

The rest of the days inbetween were fulled with sitting in his room reading, knitting or crafting and every three days a group activity was held in the main lounge for all stable patients to enteract with. At any time in the day patients who wernt in time out could walk out to the gardens and enjoy light workout equipment or helping in a garden, Thoma preferred gardening and had a vegetable garden dedicated to just him where others didnt dare meddle in.

Thoma hugged the pillow to his chest as he happily responded. "I heard someone new was moving in. That they would be in the room next door. Im quite glad to have a neighbor again, I wonder what they are like."

"I heard. They arnt on my list so i wont be checking on them, i hear they are being looked after by Doctor Dottore though." Thoma scowled, he never liked that guy. 

Ayato, suddenly reminded of something, had his smile drop. "Thoma, i hope you dont get too expectant on making friends. Im not sure of the details but i heard the new patient is coming in because of spurratic violent behaviours, i believe that is why Doctor Dottore was assigned to them. I generally work better with patients such as yourself, who hardly act out or desplay violent tendencies.  We can have a formal conversation such as we are now but for Dottore… he works with the more mentally deranged sort. Again, i dont know the details but if Doctor Dottore is looking after them then becoming friends may be unwise."

Thoma was confused by that. He knew mentally unstable people were looked after here but they were in a different building, one more regulated which worked more like a prision than a hospital. Where he stayed in was more of a recovery place, a place safe from triggers normal life would bring. If this new person was so bad why would they be brought here where there was more freedom of movement?

None the less Thoma was excited. Hed just have to see with his own eyes how this person was.

The session eventually ended and Thoma got stuck into his prodjects, keeping himself occupied like he always did.

A lot of shuffeling was heard outside. Thoma got off his chair at his desk to look out the small window of the door into the hallway. He saw about three people approach, one he recognised as the Doctor Dottore, another dressed as an assistant and then a person between them dressed in the white and blue pajama like pants and shirt that matched his own that all the patients wore. They didnt seem to act unnaturally, nodding their head along to the doctors words and looking around the hallway. It would be best to let them settle in first and then Thoma would go greet them. 

At late noon he decided would be a good time, they must have settled in by now. Thoma left his room, closing his door repeatedly until it clicked the way he liked to hear and then moved a few strides down to the next door down the hall. He knocked 3 times and then attempted to twist the door knob but it jammed and refused to open like it was locked. That was confusing, these doors were never locked unless someone was on time out.

"Thoma, whats wrong?" A guard approached him and asked. Thoma had been in the ward for a good few years now and was friendly to staff so many knew him by name.

"I was wanting to visit the new person. Why is their door locked?"

"Special orders. Apparently they arnt unstable enough to go to the high security place but they arnt stable enough to be trusted to simply walk down the halls at their whim. They need a member of staff with them at all times when outside their room. "

Thoma frowned, that would make it hard to chat with his neighbor.

"But hey," The guard said taking his keys out and unlocking the door. "You guys can chat if im in the room. You can make your greetings and have a quick conversation." He opened the door and leaned in.

 "(Your name). Your new neighbor wants to meet you."

Thoma saw the person walk to the door, their hair seemed a little messy which didnt sit right with him and their shirt sagged against their body.

"Hi, its nice to meet you. Im (first name) (last name)." And they out stretched their hand for a handshake.

Thoma smiled and took it, giving a solid shake back. "Im Thoma, the guy right next door. I hope we can become good friends" 

"Id like that"

And with that the two got along. During group activities they would partner up and work together, share craft ideas and talk through the walls late at night. As the months passed Thoma began to feel light in his chest when ever he got to talk with (your name), he also improved in allowing his environment to be less organized than usual, bed sometimes unmade, books left open and knitting needles simply stabbed into the wool rather than neatly aligned on his desk. It must be because his mind was able to focus on you more than anything else. 

Everyday he woke up he waited eagerly for breakfast where he was allowed to meet with you in your room and eat together. You wernt allowed outside as often as he was, that being because you always had to have staff nearby, but when you could youd sit next to him on the grass as he potterd in his garden and talk about random subjects. You were very soft natured, he couldnt imgine you being violent in any way but slowly your meetings with him decreased, when he did see you you seemed dazed and withdrawn. It worried him. 

"Hey, whats wrong my friend?" He asked as you sat staring at your breakfast, not taking a single bite. It took you a while to respond.

"I dont like my Doctor." You simply said. Thoma no doubt knew having Dottore as your assigned doctor must have sucked, you didnt have someone open and sincere like Doctor Ayato was to him. If it was Doctor Dottore that was making you seem so distant then his opinion on the masked man lessened even more than it already had, he hated the idea that something was disturbing you.

"He… he says stuff and pokes at topics he knows i dont like. He wont stop until i lash out or just close my eyes and shut him out. Yesterday he had this sick smile and grasped my wrist. He knows i dont like people touching me there, he knows it, ive told him before but he still did it and he kept holding me there and just squeezing my wrist. I ended up trying to shove him off me but i guess… i acted out a bit too much and got wrestled down and locked in my room for time out. Thats why i couldnt see you yesterday."

Thoma felt so frustrated. He couldnt do anything to help yet had to sit still and watch as his friend slowly drifted away.

"I see. Do you… do you want to clean out these weeds with me?" He asked.

You looked up at him in shock. Thoma was offering to let you work in his garden? His garden was so important to him and he was allowing you to join him. You knew Thoma couldnt help in your situation but him offering this meant a lot to you.

"Thank you." You said and slowly picked at the soil, being as careful as possible to not trigger him.

Thoma couldnt sleep. His mind was on you. It was late in the night and he tried everything he could to settle down but his mind refused to let up. He tried reading, knitting, writing, all the things that usually kept his mind else where but no matter what he couldnt stop thinking about you. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, doing everything he could to will himself to sleep. 

A pained sound vibrated in his room suddenly, every hope of calming down left his body.  It was muted due to the thick walls but he could still hear your voice from your room. He got up and leaned into the small vent where you and him usually sat and talked on normal days, it was the most clear spot to hear between the walls.

An unearthly scream rang, begging and pleading incoherent words in despiration, the sound made Thoma want to vomit. Suddenly it went silent, he could hear his heartbeat loudly pump against his chest.

"There you are (*****). Im glad we could finally meet." He recognised Dottores voice but not the name he called.

"Haha, you were knocking on my door so violently id have to answer eventually." 

What was going on? Thoma was so confused. That was your voice but you spoke with a foreign tone and were never that sarcastic and blunt in your speech. He stood up and walked to his door which was unlocked and left his room to look through your doors window and what was going on.

He saw three figures, Dottore hunched on his heels and looking down on you with that putrid grin. You were knelt down, restrained by the third person, a guard he didnt recognise. At this location Thoma couldnt hear what was being said so he silently opened the door to listen in.

"I was hoping you could humor me (*****). I want to see what you were like on that night. Show me what (your name) cant. Show me the person that killed that couple. I could easily find a random nobody and you could give me a live demonstration of your ruthlessness." 

"Haha! Why dont i use you instead?! I could gladly turn you and this meatloaf into pretty dangling chandeliers."

Dottore stomped his foot down harshly onto 'your' head, forcing it to the ground and leaving blood running down 'your' nose and smeared on the floor.

"Come on! Show me more!" Dottore began repeatedly slaming his boot into 'you'. The spot where your body was knelt starting to go bloody.

Thoma began to shake. Thats not right! That blood wasnt meant to be there, you wernt meant to be treated like this. Tears of frustration formed and Thoma couldnt handle it anymore. He threw the door open and rushed into the room only to stop in his tracks as Doctor Dottore looked at him.

"You arnt allowed here pest." Dottore move his attention to Thoma. (*****) took that chance and lunged forward out of the guards grasp, attacking Dottores legs and pushing him to the ground where they realed in to punch him in the face but was immediatly detained and thrown against the wall by the guard. 'You' went limp for a second. Thoma saw your sweet face, the person who kept him company these many months, the person he allowed into his space and came to love bloodied all over.

Thoma took hold of the hard cover book that sat on your desk and smashed it into Dottores head which pushed him back onto the ground. This feeling was familiar as he repeatedly slammed the books spine into Dottores cranium, eye sight going blurred as blood spattered his hands, drops landing themselves on his face and clothes. This was the same feeling he had when he beat his roommate into submission way back in his college years. His roommate didnt respect his space, he teased and messed with Thomas organized life constantly and made it hell to live in. One day he snapped, he got tired of being pushed over and over and forced his roomate to drown in bleach to clean off the dirt that covered him. 

Dottore wasnt even given a chance to fight back, his attempts of getting away muted as Thoma mutelated his face. 

'You' pushed your attention on the guard, the violent action of Thoma pushing (*****) to crave some violence as well. They grasped the guards throat and forced their weight down on his jugular to halt his breathing. A sick laugh and smile etched onto their face as they watched the guards life force fade away. 

The room soon fell silent and (*****) was pleased with their work when suddenly they fell asleep as they looked at Thoma. Thoma stood up off of Dottores bloodied body and rushed himself to you, tears draining from his eyes as he clasped you tight in his arms. Why was he crying? What happened? Was this your fault again?

"Did… did (*****) do this?" Your voice shook as you began to cry as well, looking at all the blood and dead bodies that lay on the ground.

Thoma shook his head against you, cradeling you further into his hold as he cried into your hair. "No no! It was all that doctors fault. Its not yours. Everythings okay. Everything is fine" and hyperventilated against you.

"Really?" You whispered out and hugged back into Thoma, closing your eyes and letting yourself surcumb to your tired body. You fell asleep in his protective arms, shieled away from the pain your mind would usually bring you.

Thoma knew you guys were in trouble. Someone was bound to find the gruesome field and you and him huddled together in the middle of all the destruction. He was going to be put away again like he had when he first arrived. Locked down and treated like an animal. He had worked so hard to avoid relapsing but really it was worth it, it was all worth it to know you were safe. Maybe if he begged and pleaded, maybe he could ask Ayato his only wish. He hoped and prayed that he could continue to be your neighbor in your new cells. 

If you havent caught on, reader had DID. I think that was pretty obvious haha. Also the reason Dottore was violent with the reader is because he is interested in DID cases and wanted to see your other part which required him setting you off as a defensive mechanism.

[pbandjesse]

I am going to try to write this fast so that I can go to sleep because I feel very unwell. I had fallen asleep and I want to go back to sleep very badly. Today was hard to get through. I hate how I am feeling.

And it made me really snippy today. I didn't like it. Last night James got home and we would go to sleep. I didnt sleep bad. But when my alarm went off I was not feeling great. My mouth felt raw. And after talking to the nurse's they believe it is an allergic reaction. And then I just felt like I deteriorated throughout the day.

I thought food would help me. So after I got washed and dressed, I left here and went to get breakfast. And while I enjoyed it it didnt really help as much as I hoped. I would continue to feel dehydrated and uncomfortable.

And I just had a very short temper. I was glad when I got to camp to find that my art building wasnt a mess but I already felt exhausted and putting away the materials that were used for color wars, and the paint Annabelle borrowed was already tough. I took a little walk but I was just to tired to edo much.

I would work on the beanie baby wreath mom had collected beanies for for me. And I am very pleased with it. And I would make my examples for the groups. I made a horse.

But my first group came and Freya, the counselor, really understood and knocked it out of the park with her sheep. And she would leave it with me to use as an example and I'm thrilled. She wants it back to give to her mom so I will do my best to keep it safe. But it's so good.

And everyonr today did really well. It wasn't perfect. Explaining the XYZ idea was tough at times. But overall they did really good.

The biggest issue was I felt bad and wanted to be anywhere but there.

I also had Louisia hanging out which was fine except I was having trouble chatting with her and working with my group. I had to get her to go do something else. I would send her with my wagon to find more cardboard. And she did such a good job, plus brought us chocolate bars. I felt bad that I had sent her away but I also didn't want to accidently snip at her so I needed the space.

I had brought soup for lunch. And was happy they had rolls at the salad bar. I sat with Celia and told her how bad I was feeling. And we decided I needed to go home ASAP. And lucky me there was no group 10 and so I was done at 315.

I would go to arts and crafts, after teasingly leaving my plate with Celia (I keep telling at everyone to clean up after themselves, she was like!! You are leaving a mess?? For me?? I was like yes!!! Taste of their own medicine!!), I went to lay down.

I was almost in tears laying in the dark. I was so tired. I felt miserable and very unwell. The little lay down helped at least keep me in one piece fory day camp group.

I was short with them at times. With all my groups. I just kept going "Jesus Christ guys" because they were getting on my fragile nerves. And I hate it because usually I have infinite patience. Not today. Today I just wanted everyone to go away. I tried my best to turn up the kindness but it was really tough when a little group of girls was being very mean to each other and then begging me to cut their pieces. I was helping them but they weren't listening and asking me for more and more and I finally was like. No. Ask someone else. There are 4 other counselors. Please. I had to go sit away for them because I was so frustrated with them being mean.

Eventually things calmed down. I helped the girl they werent being nice to. Everyone made good pieces. And then they left.

I went to the office to let them know how unwell I felt. And that's when I learned their were bad storms coming in and that daycamp was heading home early again. I was for sure getting out of there ASAP.

I also clowned on Chris for being old. He's not actually old but it was just so good. We were chatting about wedding gifts and how much they cost and he pipes up that his wedding w as only $3000 and I quickly said well that was in 1776 and you have to account for inflation and it was hilariously mean. He was like no!! I'm not that old!! I actually mean to joke 1976, no idea why 1776 was what I said but still hilarious.

Celia walked with me back to arts. And then it was time for my last group.

Bontkirchen was small and very sweet. Their councilor Maria was funny trying to ask to make a beach. I was like a beach? And she was like yes with the beads. I should point out English is not her primary language. So I'm I like with the beads? Bracelets? Weaving? No and no. So we go into the art building and she keeps telling me the thing with the beads!! And we go around and eventually I figured out she meant the mosaics from last week! And she did for sure make a beach scene with them but it was very funny sussing that out.

And her girls did good. And let me sit in the sun and knit and just enjoy their company.

Tyler came by and told.me he's getting his stuff charged before the storm. And how he also doesn't feel well. He didn't blame me going home.

Once the girls were packed up I took down the hammocks and brought everything inside. I closed up the building and headed out.

There was a lot of traffic on the way home. But I got back here around 4. I felt bad. I laid on the couch with James. I opened my mail. I got a book I'm looking forward too. But very soon we were heading out. I wanted to try to get dinner before the storm.

We went to Mathews. It's so nice to be a regular somewhere. The waitress is super nice. And she told us about the roofer who was sleeping (very drunk) on the sidewalk outside. We were all a little worried for him but she brought him some water. She said the other roofer he was with said to just leave him there. I was worried about him when the storm started.

But our dinner was good. Me and James started working on a list for projects for next summer based on some conversations with the groups and Louisia today. And I'm not committed to anything but I'm excited to already be thinking about it. We made a list and talked about that. Plus talked about camping and our evening.

It started it rain. And would get worse and worse. We left there and decided to stop to get donuts. But it was pouring. So when we finally got there after a slow drive across the city, we got very wet just walking inside.

But we got out donuts. And I got accidently hit with the door on the way out. But we were heading home.

When we got here I rushed inside because I was wet and cold. And would pretty quickly take a shower. James did a few chores and started painting their nails. And I fell asleep.

I woke up around 8 and still I feel bad. I am sitting in the bathtub because I thought it would keep me from being to distracted. And it did work. But I am very thirsty and very tired. I really hope I feel better tomorrow.

I hope that there wasn't so much scary tree damage at camp. I heard we were in storm location but the wind wasn't as bad in the city so it's hard for me to tell. Fingers crossed for just regular rain issues.

I hope tomorrow is a good day. And I can have a better day. I hope you all sleep well. Take care of yourself. And send me good vibes

Goodnight!

[missmouse25]

This is maybe really weird one, but I have Crohn disease and sometimes I would just like someone (Max F) to take care of me, like prepare meals I can eat, rub my tummy, massage my back during bad days…

Hey Anon ✨ I hope you're feeling ok. Thank you for the promt, it wasnt weird at all ❤️

Patience - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 645 words // tw for feeling ill (duh...)

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When the going gets tough… Sometimes you just need someone else to take care of you for a bit. To notice what’s wrong and do something without you having to ask. Someone that will take care of you.

And so, the universe very kindly sent me Max. He was kind and patient. He had listened to me when I’d told him about my ailment and learnt more on his own time. He then took it upon himself to do anything he could to make me feel better. And words could not describe how much I appreciated him.

I watched as Max pottered around the kitchen. He had been busy for most of the day yet he had been insistent on cooking supper for us tonight. His phone lay on the counter open to a recipe site. Max had a few different ones saved; ones that he knew I’d be able to stomach and that he’d be able to cook. That last part was a big factor.

“Oh, I got a message from my mom earlier,” Max told me as he carefully measured ingredients. “She says that you and her need to spend a day together again. She really enjoyed the last time.”

“I’ll call her tomorrow and plan something,” I said.

“Sometimes I think that she only talks to me to find out how you are,” he confessed.

I laughed because although it wasn’t true, she did ask after me a fair bit.

Max continued cooking and I admired him from my seat. He was precise with the amounts and times when he cooked, a trait I was sure was a hangover from his time racing. I watched as his glasses fogged up with steam as he stood over the stove and the way he scrunched his nose in annoyance.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to...” I began.

The words fell away as I felt a pain in my abdomen. I closed my eyes as I leant forward, resting my head on the countertop.

“Babe, are you…?” I heard Max’s voice.

A pair of hands came to rest on my shoulders and I felt a kiss being planted on my head.

“Not feeling good?” He asked, even though he knew what the answer would be.

“It just flared up.”

Max ran his hands down my arms and gently pulled me up till I was resting against him as he stood. His hands rested softly on my stomach under my shirt before he gently started to rub my skin.

“I’m sorry, babe.” He sounded dejected for me. “Anything I can do?”

“This is good, thank you. I love you.”

After we’d eaten supper and showered, I lay with Max in our bed. After the long day, my body felt tired. I was looking forward to a nice, long sleep.

Max had his around my shoulders as I snuggled up to his side, head on his chest.

“Are you feeling better?”

“A bit better.”

I listened to the sound of his breathing. It was so constant – like waves lapping against the sand on a beach.

“Is there anything else I can do?”

The fact that he still asked even after a full evening of cooking for me, making sure I’d taken my meds and just being a wonderful boyfriend, it made my heart melt like butter.

“And don’t say no if there is something, babe.” Max put his cheek on the top of my head. “Tell me. I want to help.”

I thought about declining his offer but there wasn’t any harm in humouring him.

“Could you maybe just massage my back?”

“Of course, babe,” Max said.

I could hear the smile in his voice and I knew, that he’d always stay with me. That I was fortunate that I had fallen in love with someone so caring. And that he’d fallen in love with me too.

[cquackity]

sorry for bringing it up again when its over and feel free to answer privately/ignore me, i just wanted to explain why i find the eret stuff upsetting. i think its fair to think c!eret didnt need an apology from wilbur; thats just not the entire picture of what eret fans see when people go after her for that stream so we might be a little defensive.

i think to me the issue is that c & cc!eret crit cant be separated-- after the apology stream i literally couldnt be on here because people were being so awful about eret and consistently c!eret neg is tied in with people being assholes to the cc. also to me it reads as disrespectful to place all the blame for disliking that stream on eret when wilbur was on that stream, participated, and co-wrote that lore. i have never once had to avoid the dash due to cc!wilbur neg the way i have for eret, and thats pretty telling. not that ccwilbur deserves that, just that its interesting how bad eret gets it in comparison. even the post-utah stream didnt make me as upset as the way people talked about eret did and i am by far more of a wilburian than anything else.

to me, the apology was more for cc!eret for how poorly shes been treated for the last two years and because the fandom treats wilbur (c and cc) like the ultimate moral & narrative arbiter (despite the fact that a key element of his character is being an unreliable narrator); only his apology would make people actually think about how badly eret has been treated. and then it all backfired and everyone was so heinous about it that it was genuinely painful to be on here as a wilbur and eret enjoyer.

besides that meta element i genuinely liked that stream and felt like cwilbur did need a knock in the right direction, as i felt much of the apology tour was an empty gesture that externalized his need for self-forgiveness. not that he deserved to feel guilty or that his apologies were hollow, just that he wasnt going about his efforts to forgive himself in a healthy way, and hearing from someone who already got through it was super helpful.

im sorry folks sent you awful asks (and im also sorry for vagueing, i just couldnt figure out how to lay out my own feelings) but to me it feels really hurtful to see people shit on eret, c or cc, bc shes worked so hard and was the key to a really core moment on the server and gets very little recognition for it from other ccs (constantly being shut out of lore) and from the fandom.

sorry if this is a jumbled mess feel free to ignore it i just wanted to explain a little bit

hello bell! thank you for explaining i genuinely do appreciate your point of view! there is a reason i didn't unfollow you for vauging me lul, i find you to be a reasonable person who has reasonable standpoints on things. but like this goes for everybody who sees this: if you have an issue with me, just send me an ask like this! or a dm. or whatever. i'd also like to think i'm a pretty reasonable guy. i'm also pretty sure i tagged that post with the proper tags to be filtered too? at least i hope i did 💀

first off i'd again like to reiterate that i have literally nothing against cc!eret. i never mentioned cc!eret in my post, i have never posted cc!eret neg before, and the only point i made was that i don't believe c!eret deserved an apology from c!wilbur. i had more good things to say about c!eret in that post than negative. what other people are saying, that's not what i'm saying. i think it's unfair to group me in with people who have/are posting cc!eret neg. at the end of the day even if that's what you've seen that's not what i was talking about in the slightest. regardless of what content creator made the decision to have c!wilbur apologize i think it's a bad one. i stand by that.

nor do i think that it's entirely fair to treat that stream as some sort of meta on the cc!s lives instead of the characters. i've just never thought about that stream like that before, and it doesn't really make sense to me to do so. if either cc!wilbur or cc!eret have alluded to the apology being more for cc!eret i would be open to seeing a clip like that

i also disagree with c!wilbur needing to be "knocked in the right direction" mostly because i think there's several other more compelling turning points for his character post-revival, but i do respect c!eret fans wanting to enjoy a moment between the two of them.

tldr; i wasn't talking about cc!eret at all, and it's unfair to take my words that way when it was never the intention, and not separate them from their original meaning. please separate my discussion of the c!s and the cc!s