#just because it feels impossible right now does not mean you will never succeed

[toshidou]

insecure about a part of your body? just imagine ghost, soap, gaz, whoever fits the bill, pressing their lips to the flesh without a second thought. imagine them groaning into your skin as though they can't believe that this is theirs, that you're with them.

try to imagine how it would feel as they sink their teeth into the skin, as though trying to consume you because simply touching you is no longer enough. listening to how they whisper praise in awe and reverence, quiet enough you know it's not for you, loud enough to know that your body is such a marvel to them that they cannot help but voice it.

they worship you, regardless of your own opinion. not a moment goes by where they don't find you sexy, where they don't look at you and melt. in every scenario, they will always find a way to make you feel loved, cherished, and seen.

and on the days you really can't face yourself, on those days where the cruel whispers creep on your subconscious and grip your mind like a vice, they'll be there. steadfast and constant, they will be there.

[senawashere]

We're on this together... (Chapter II)

Bradley Bradshaw × fem!wife!reader

Summary: Is it harder for you? Or for Bradley?

Warnings: infertility,mentions of miscarrige,mentions of hospital,mentions of getting pregnant,mentiones of ivf. Mostly angst.

'We are on this journey together and we will never separate. I love you."

January 3, 2023.

Everyone,mostly you, could see how much Bradley loved childrens. Babies, toddlers, teenagers, it didn't matter, he loved them.

Ever since you married, you had admired how he treated them, how he made them laugh, how they played, and how his eyes lit up at the high-pitched squeals they made when he threw them in the air. He would catch them again. And again.

He... was born just for this.

That's why you were trying so hard to give him what he wanted more than anything in the world; a baby,a kid of yours.

He searches hundreds of websites for you on ways to increase your chances of getting pregnant, checks your ovulation time, changes your diet... he does the impossible and you both still can't succeed.

You couldn't make your husband happy. He hated this sentence.

And the worst part is, he's not the only one waiting for you to have his child, everyone is doing it, all of your friends are having their second or third kids and you were still... not pregnant.

One day, you were criticized among your friends for not having a flat stomach. They said something as a joke that you might be pregnant, but it wasn't like that.

Just because you dont have a flat belly doesn't mean you're pregnant, right?

Your tears feel familiar on your skin now and when you were sure Bradley is gone you were crying all over the house, you couldn't let him see you like this, it's not fair when he gave you everything and you couldn't give him something so simple.

It's that simple. Right?

You don't want help, you can do it on your own, you know he can or so he thinks, he keeps busy every day trying not to think about it, but it's inevitable, you can't do that when it's something he wants so badly.

You were doing your usual work on laptop, trying to get rid of the thoughts in your head, even if only a little, you were scrolling through your e-mail box while slow jazz was playing in the background, writing down what you needed to write and dealing with the files you needed to handle.

"A young man fell into the base today! We walked around the hard deck and drank soda's. He was with for a while we had a lot of fun, but I think he misses his aunt y/n. I love you baby.💞"

The text came up with a picture of your husband with Jake's son, three of them smiling and Bradley holding some soda cans in his left arm and the right one is holding the boy's shoulder. It was beautiful and made your heart ache, a small smile appeared on your face,the voices and pain in your head seemed to be over, at least for a mimute, and you replied to the message, "I love you two!! Say hello to Jake for me.💓💓"

You stared at the picture for a few seconds, forgetting about the task in front of you.

The smile on Bradley's face was genuine, and he was holding the little boy with incredible familiarity, as if he already knew how to hold a child even though it wasn't his own.

Your phone hit the wooden table with a loud thud and you brought your hands up to your face, feeling tears of frustration falling from your eyes.

No, you were not jealous of them, in fact, you were very happy that they were pregnant with the third one, but why couldn't you?

This was unfair.

While God gave people the chance to have so many children, why couldn't you even have one?

And the saddest problem was,you.

Bradley was perfectly healthy, he could get a different woman pregnant, but he couldn't get you.

The house was quiet, unlike your head, thousands of things were going on every second.

You left your spot and went upstairs to take another pregnancy test with some hope.

It came out negative. Like always.

January 18, 2023.

You throw the four pregnancy tests you took ten minutes ago into the trash can and you hear Bradley sigh as he sits on the bed, hiding his face with his hands. You sit next to him.

“We just have to try harder.” He said, lifting his head to look at you and placing his hand comfortably on your knee.

“What does 'trying harder' mean?” you asked,with a hint of you wobble voice from the emotions. "We do this every day, especially when I'm ovulating, when I..."

"Baby, calm down." Bradley tells you and he just snorts in annoyance.

"Maybe...we could go to another doctor?" He gets down on one knee as if he's proposing, but you stand up and look at him as if he had three heads.

"Why should I go to the doctor? There is nothing wrong with me, we will have this baby, I know. Sooner or later." you exclaimed.

He stood up and took your hands in his, stroking your wrists.

"Of course we will, I have no doubt about that. But—it's better to know more, you know?"

"We're going to have this baby, Bradley. I am going to."

Uh oh-

I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS CHAPTER BEING SO SHORT😭😭😭 and bad news it is progressively gets more sad.. And there is going to be timeline-

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[itsdeniini]

How do IVE Rei and ENHYPEN Sunoo feel about each other? ೀ 🍨 ‧ ˚ 🎀 ⊹˚. ♡ 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩¤

𓍢ᰔᩚ Rei about Sunoo ! ฅ/ᐠ > ˕ <マ

The Moon, The Empress, The Magician

"He is facing a lot of those types of challenges that are not compatible with his personality." Here she comes, kicking in the door with this statement! Rei thinks that Sunoo is looking for affection in the wrong place, and even if he's getting it from his folks, it's not really the sort of affection he needs. Sunoo wants his close people to be possessive of him, or else he'll feel like he doesn't belong around these people. He wants to have proof of devotion from his friends, lovers, co-workers, etc., and if he does not get it, he will sulk, not always understanding that some people are just around him or doing something for him just to get under his skin. She's not familiar with Sunoo's struggles, and that's obvious; a lot of things are kept behind closed doors, but if she could, she would recommend him being less hesitant and cautious, because he has a strong point that is his natural charm, and he can attract with it the right audience, pushing back the wrong one. Moving away from this subject, Rei considers that Sunoo is very dependable and has a strong intellect paired with a tender heart. His wide array of emotions is also helping him to portray different images depending on circumstances, and if he has enough determination to transform his fantasies into something real, then he will do it, as she thinks that their imaginative worlds are quite similar, but how they make dreams come true is still different. Would Rei look out for Sunoo as a potential friend? Probably, but that would be a once-in-a while call, and that's it. That's not much of a friendship, and the initiative will come more from his side, so that's a meh...

𓍢ᰔᩚ Sunoo about Rei ! ฅ/ᐠ > ˕ <マ

The Queen of Swords, 7 of Cups, The Emperor

Sunoo points out Rei's artistry from the start! He thinks that she is a good team player who can be flexible in different sorts of concepts; she does her thing on the highest level, and that's an admirable ability of hers. He doesn't know her as a person in real life, but he wants to believe that she's friendly and has a transparent attitude behind the scenes, because I feel like he think that she might be a bit of a "mean girl," with Regina George being the closest example, Rei being like, "Oh my God, I love your skirt; where did you get it?" to someone, and then the next second slamming that person back, like that's the vibe Sunoo is getting from her. It's like she doesn't like to show her compassionate side to people that she's not so familiar with; she would rather manifest all her compassion and empathy in the light of the reflectors, so it's more of a business image for her. Sunoo also thinks that she's fully concentrated on her career now, so that explains everything that has been said so far. Just like Rei, Sunoo presumes that she might enjoy living in a fantasy world quite often, sometimes dreaming about silly, impossible things. On the other hand of the dreamland, Rei may appear imposing and even intimidating to Sunoo; she has that aura that can make people around her feel insecure about themselves. (She's truly a risky baddie 😭). Sunoo never thought about her in any way, but he wouldn't be against building a friendship with her just because that's his friendly nature. It might be hard for him to find a key to Rei's heart or at least find out more about her interests, and when he'll see that she's too protective of them, Sunoo will want to give up. A one-sided friendship is a no-no for him.

ᯓ★ ⚞🎀・◦・⚟

In conclusion, their aspirations in life are too different, and they are a bit different too. But if you'll try to put them in one room for one hour and then let them out, then voilà! Something more will begin to emerge. Rei is very patient and would take her time with Sunoo's eagerness; he will even succeed in helping her discover many new facets about herself that she was not aware of before, so that would be a good little therapy session from the severe F-type case that Sunoo is >.< She would also try to persuade him to release his strong attachment to past memories and find new excitement in life. This will be a good exchange of advice that both would take into consideration. Opposites can collide or attract, hm? c:

[bringthekaos]

It's been almost 2 years now, and I can't stop thinking about Jayce's situation in ep 3. Imagine working SO HARD your WHOLE LIFE trying to prove the impossible, to recreate the moment that saved your life, and then BOOM it all gets ripped off in a day. You lose your funding, your friends, disgrace your House, your mentor expells you from the place you worked so hard to get into and are basically declared insane (in front of everyone). You are about to end it all and then out if nowhere the man who arrested you 48 hours before stops you, gives you hope, solves the final piece of the puzzle and risks it all to bring it to fruition for you (and he barely knows you)

Imagine what was like to wake up the next morning

—TW suicide mention—

OHMYGOD same. Like it makes me emotional sometimes, thinking about all that Jayce went through that day just to be hated by the fandom. This poor guy was chasing a dream, something deeply personal. He almost watched his mother die in front of him, and then he was basically gaslit for the rest of his youth by people who doubted that it was magic that saved them, and that he could replicate it through science. But he never gave up, he worked toward it for his entire life, made it his passion, his goal, his meaning. And he was careful, that’s the thing!! He knew what he was doing had the potential to be dangerous, and he took the proper precautions—per Mylo, he locked his balcony! “Who does that?!” He wanted to be as safe as humanly possible as he chased this dream.

And then through no fault of his own, everything came crashing down. Someone with no idea of the volatility of the gemstones ended up handling them, and dropping them. His apartment, his research, and most of his supplies were damaged in the blast, and we’re led to believe that some people on the street below were injured.

He then had his life’s work stripped away, and he was imprisoned for something he didn’t do. Imagine that you had your car safely locked up in your garage and someone broke in and stole it, then used it to hurt people. And they blamed you and arrested you for it, and threatened to derail your entire life. When you did nothing wrong.

And THEN, after all of that, he was put on trial, where he was condescended to and repeatedly called “boy” in front of his peers. And the head of this governing body came to him before the trial and attempted to scare and manipulate him into admitting fault. And he was going to, too, but in a moment of passion he had an outburst, which led to his mother making a desperate bid to save him from exile by standing up and calling her son crazy. You could see how much this hurt Jayce by the way he spun around to look at her—“magic didn’t just save me, it saved you! You’re alive today because of that mage, and now you’re gunna stand here and say I’m not in my right mind?! My own mother, abandoning me in front of God and everyone.” (Personally, I see what she did a little different; she said what she had to in order to save her son, even if she didn’t believe it to be true. She knew it would hurt him, but the alternative was worse. So in the moment, she said the hurtful thing, the thing she thought had the only chance of convincing the council to save him).

But that doesn’t change how badly it hurt him, how it left him feeling truly alone. So alone that he saw no way out. He had no future. He wasn’t prepared to abandon his only dream, his only passion, something he’d literally dedicated every waking breath to from the time he was eight (?) to go work in his father’s factory. And no one else would stand up for him, not his mentor Heimerdinger or his patrons the Kirammans. And he couldn’t even go to his best friend for comfort because they’d been cut off. So he decided to end it.

And then when he was at his lowest, to have such deep trust and confidence shown to him by a complete stranger—a stranger who’s willing to risk his own life and stability to see Jayce’s dream succeed. Who believes in it so wholeheartedly that he’s willing to betray the man Yordle he works for (who also happens to run both the Council AND the University) to get it done. And then in the process, he’s shown another person who’s willing to see what he can do, who believes in him. It’s catching like wildfire, and all it needed was that first spark that Viktor gave it.

I think Jayce must have literally been in shock. What a whiplash of emotions. He probably pinched himself multiple times over those few days, trying to wake himself up. And I imagine Viktor probably caught him once, furrowing his brows down at the reddening mark on the back of Jayce’s hand, the unspoken question in his eyes.

And Jayce probably blushed, looking down at his shoes as he bashfully rubbed the back of his neck and said,

“Oh, uh… just… just making sure I’m not dreaming.”

And that’s probably the first time Viktor felt the butterflies. 🥰

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I feel much better now! Women prevail -Danny Words: 1,905 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'House Song' -by Searows

LIV: Wasting Away to Be Useful All the Time Ain't Paying Off, Methinks

The dream changes, now Nico and Ara are on the fire escape of her parent's apartment.

"I'll go back to a witch trial," the girl leans her head on both arms and groans. "Iris messages aren't working! How am I supposed to tell them to hold on until August first?!"

"I already told Clovis I'm on my way."

"Like that's gonna fix it..." Ara stands upright, staring at the urban scenery with a troubled expression. "I never noticed how pretty this place was at sunrise..."

Nico doesn't seem as enchanted. "How is your crew holding up?"

"Jason got hurt but he's coming around," Ara lies, not wanting to worry Nico. "We caught Nike and she's helping us figure out a way to, you know, safely euthanize Leo. How's yours?"

"Steady and in great condition," Nico replies, and he's probably lying too, for the exact same reason. "How are you?"

The girl stares at her fingers, squeezing the railing and drinking in these seconds at home. "I'm trying not to think much, obviously, because... how do I even process all of it?"

"That you're soulmate's fated to die?" Nico snorts with a tone of sarcasm. "But it's so easy..."

"Not a soulmate," she mutters grumpily.

"I think it's sort of impossible," Nico pauses and glares at her. "Don't take that as a challenge."

She smiles a bit. "I don't know what to do. Do I hype myself up to get over Leo, or tell him we'll be together forever? What did Helen do that I shouldn't?" Ara squints and rubs her brow. "It's so unclear if she loved Paris or not..."

Nico shrugs, fidgeting with his ring. "Even if you figure it out, it won't make things easier. The two armies under your command are about to kill each other and you have a bunch of mentally ill gods giving out crazy orders, then there's the curse. How do you choose which one to tackle first? You just deal with them as they come."

"It's not working," Ara scowls. "Had it coming, though. All of this feels right."

Nico raises a brow. "What do you mean?"

Ara thinks of her next words carefully. "I just accepted that this is the weight I'll carry forever. At least I've gotten stronger."

Nico frowns. "You've also aged, though."

"I was going to, anyway. The only thing that I've been unable to outgrow is feelings. Leo chose his path and I must be okay with it... I love him, so I either go along or get in his way and make it worse—and since I can't offer a better alternative..." Ara sighs heavily, giving in. "I suppose I'll follow Eros's advice."

Nico's expression sombers. "So Leo will die?"

"The difference is that maybe this time it might not be permanent, and he might save another soul if he succeeds," Ara faces her friend. "Nike told us about the Physician's Cure—"

"Oh, my dad hates that," Nico pipes in.

"You know what that is?"

"The cure for death? Yeah," the boy scratches his nose casually. "One of Apollo's sons created it, but my dad forbade him from doing it again... so good luck getting it."

"Thanks," Ara says sarcastically. "You always make me feel so much better about the bad stuff in my life."

"We're talking about the last resource of last resources," he raises a brow. "You might as well go to my father and ask for Leo back."

"If I only wanted him to come back, I would drag him out of the Underworld Orpheus-style minus the looking," she rolls her eyes. "But big dumb-dumb made an oath to go back to Ogygia and get Calypso—so not only does he need to die, he has to be blasted out so he can go back to her island or he'll die regardless of the antidote he gets from the gods."

Nico frowns. "Your boyfriend is the stupidest man alive."

"He's a genius that likes to overcomplicate things, but yeah, love made him stupid," Ara mumbles, looking more sad than angry. "And I'm just like him."

"Minus the genius part."

"Whatever, man."

Nico gives her a look when she doesn't react to his teasing, and he makes an attempt to cheer her up. "Listen, sometimes the fates do things that feel unjust, but in the long run, they're for the better. Leo's choice was hard to make no doubt, he would rather cut his leg than leave you, and still, he's willing to risk his life not just for you but also for Calypso and the rest of the world... that's brave."

"I don't want him to come back to me if it means it's always going to hurt him," Ara confesses worryingly. "I'd be happier looking at him from afar."

"No, you wouldn't," Nico replies in a strange voice. "You really wouldn't."

"I mean it." Her voice trembles. "I haven't been the best version of myself since I decided to become a child of Olympus... Leo is good in a way I can no longer be, and that's why he's dying. Because he's kind and selfless, and I won't give him up because I'm stubborn and selfish, so they're taking him away by force."

She looks away for a moment. Nico squeezes her shoulder tighter than he's ever touched her in the last three years. "Ara, listen... all the bad stuff I've said to you, they aren't true. You can't be perfect, that's it."

"Exactly. I should've stayed away," she presses. "Life kept telling me that romance was off-limits, that I wouldn't be able to handle it, and yet I took Leo as soon as I had the chance, and he says he doesn't mind dying but—"

"You've experienced this too many times, just in this lifetime," Nico finishes knowingly. "His reassurance feels empty, I get it."

"He could've been loved and cared for on Calypso's island, and he didn't stay because of me," she says bitterly. "I should've been the one to jump into Tartarus. But now I've got people under my care, so I can't let myself die now..."

"I don't think this is about wrong choices or bad timing," her friend retorts. "I doubt you were more deserving of the curse in your past lives than you are now—hell, I even doubt Helen was deserving of the shit show everyone made around her."

Ara rubs her forehead and groans. "I know, I know... maybe this isn't my mess to clean... but I'm right in the middle of it, so not doing anything stresses me out all the same."

"Yeah well, you've never been good at staying out of things, we know that."

"None of us is."

"That's why we get curses all the time," he shrugs. "See? Things tend to happen when it comes to demigods."

Ara shakes her head. "Sometimes I think my stupid father should've suffocated me with a pillow when he had the chance."

Nico laughs. "Same."

"I feel like I should've gone with them."

"It's FOMO," Annabeth replies, lying on Ara's bed with a cherry facemask on.

"They're searching for that poison to help Leo—"

Nike's hollering cuts through her speech. "AN A- IS A FAILING GRADE—"

"These are literally Frank's relatives," Percy reasons, his back against the wall and a peel-off mask covering his face. "You would've made them nervous. Most people think that children of Olympus attract bad luck."

"And they're right," Ara's hanging upside down with her legs propped up next to Percy, a green tea facemask on her face.

It's spa day. Once Ara realized she could buy all kinds of beauty products in New York—as long as she had the budget—she became obsessed. The first time Percy agreed to join her many years ago, he claimed to be humoring his little sister, but he loves to lie around and eat snacks while Ara puts fresh-scented stuff on his face.

Ara agreed to have a spa day today solely because her brother and Annabeth had recently come out of Tartarus, so if there was someone who deserved to use her stash of fancy facemasks, it was them. She also knows they're doing this to help her clear her mind after her dream last night, and she'd missed being pampered by her older siblings anyway.

"There is a sea serpent watching us," Percy says out of nowhere, vaguely pointing ahead. "Been there for the past ten minutes."

Ara lifts herself on her elbows. "And why aren't we doing anything about it?"

Percy shrugs. "It's trying to figure out if we're food, Festus confuses it."

"Nice," Ara lies back down. "Good headmast."

"So Leo is trying to rebuild your dragon inside the ship? How does that even work?" Annabeth asks, rummaging in a bag of chips.

A flash goes out and then Leo's voice responds. "It doesn't—yet. You guys having a fun time?"

The three teenagers look back at the door completely unbothered. "Did you get my good side?" Percy asks.

"You know, water boy, blackfacing isn't cool anymore—it never was."

"Call me water boy again and I'm freeing Nike inside your cabin," the older boy threatens. "And this is a peel-off mask, it saves me so much money on acne products I don't even care if it looks stupid."

"You want one?" Ara lifts a thin package.

"No, I came to tell y'all Piper and Frank are back," Leo's too amused by the sight that he can't move past it. "I'm sorry, what exactly is happening in here?"

"Spa day," Annabeth explains. "Never had one of those?"

Leo snorts. "Hephaestus isn't the cleanest guy around..."

"She means with Ara," Percy shows him a shit-eating grin, though it looks creepy with the peel-off still on his face. "Haven't been invited to one yet?"

Leo's smile disappears. "I didn't know it was a thing."

"I didn't think it'd be up your alley," Ara pulls her legs down and sits upright. "The only Cabin Nine campers that ever humored me were Beckendorf and Nyssa, but I had to bribe them first."

"I wanna have a spa day," Leo pouts, looking at the Polaroid he just took. "I feel discriminated."

Ara gets up and moves to her vanity, pulling off her mask. "You're invited to the next one."

"Piper and Frank are back then—that means they got the poison?" Annabeth fans her face while Percy takes off his mask.

"Yup, so we should hold a meeting," Leo approaches Ara and kisses her hair, leaving the Polaroid on her nightstand. "You don't need skincare, there's a reason why I call you Doll."

Ara chuckles. "My skincare is the reason you think I don't need it."

"Holy 'Dite, I can't do this!" Percy moans, falling back on the bed with the mask still on. "Birdy, help me..."

The girl laughs and glances at Leo before going to her brother. "We'll meet you on deck in five, alright?"

Leo looks at the trio with an uncomfortable feeling in his chest, but he manages to show a smile when he nods, although he stays consciously away from Ara so she can't feel his emotions. "Good luck putting your face back on, Nemo!"

"You're not allowed to call me that!"

Leo exits the cabin grinning, but as he walks out, his expression turns into a frown. He can't put a finger on what is bothering him, but it feels as if he were watching Ara's life slowly slip back into its old place, erasing him from the plot.

He has this dark thought that maybe those six months with him at camp were only an intermission, and now Leo is waiting for the fates to pluck him out and toss him away as they did with Michael Yew. "Well, that was a fun season! Send the next cute boy in!" 

Each day he inches closer to his certain death, and Ara's future does nothing but shine brighter.

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[tokiro07]

So I've been following you for a while and, as a massive Medaka Box hater who refuses to read the series, I wanted to ask from someone more experienced:

What is actually the series view on "Protagonist Win, Antagonist Lose"? Is Medaka Box saying that being good is unatural and being bad is natural? What about Anti-Heroes? What about Anti-Villains? What about tragedies? or morally grey protagonists?

I've been putting off answering this because I wanted to reread the series first to better prepare for it, but it's been a looong time already and I've just resigned myself to the fact that I'm just not going to get around to doing that, so I'm gonna do my best as I am now

Medaka Box's view on good and evil is, from my perspective, that it doesn't really exist or matter. To majorly oversimplify it, people do things that they want to or feel that they need to, and then there are consequences. If those consequences involve someone getting hurt, then it needs to stop, but that's not necessarily "evil," it's "wrong"

For example, there's one arc where Medaka is informed that her school is actually a giant lab experiment to create a drug that turns people into geniuses, awakening latent talents that will allow them to compete with people that are out of their league without any kind of specialized training. Medaka initially ignores it because she thinks it's impossible, and therefore not worth worrying about, but when she's told that the entire student body are the test subjects and that X number are expected to die in the process: now it's a problem!

Medaka and co. fight through the main lab, only to eventually come upon the truth of the matter: this isn't some underground operation, it's a huge industry in and of itself, providing jobs to countless people across the country and helping the economy function. Interrupting the experiment would save the lives of countless students, but would condemn countless more across Japan because of the ensuing economic backlash. Ultimately, the answer isn't "beat up the bad guys and call it a day," it's "put someone who won't kill kids in charge;" it takes a few months of story to happen, but they basically pick up the experiment where they left off on the condition that no one's life is put in danger for it

And then they succeed! The problem was never the goal, it was the means to the end, and the point was never to get anyone to abandon their mission, just to see that there's a better way to achieve it

Everyone in Medaka Box ends up getting forgiven for their actions sooner or later (with one notable exception), because everyone's just trying to live their lives to the best of their ability, as is their right. It's only when their methods keep someone else from living their lives happily that someone like Medaka steps in

As for the antagonists losing no matter what, it's again a matter of perspective. One character, Kumagawa, is meant to exemplify the very idea of the antagonist always losing by always finding an excuse to lose, no matter how much better off he is at the end of a fight than his opponent. "You forced me to use violence when I just wanted to talk, guess that means I lose," "you made me feel bad about beating the hell out of you, I lose," "we tied, but I couldn't beat you, so I'm dissatisfied and therefore I lose." He's a joke on the very concept of villains losing, because more often than not, anyone else would say he won. When you walk away unscathed from a bloody heap of bodies, you're usually the winner in that scenario, but not Kumagawa

But when Kumagawa loses, everyone loses. No one feels good about beating Kumagawa, either because he does something that taints the victory or because decided on a whim that he lost despite having the advantage. The best case scenario for beating Kumagawa is usually that you just feel like it was unearned, like it was too easy. The only person to ever beat Kumagawa and walk away happy was Medaka when she, as she does with everyone else, forgave him and accepted him

The antagonists always lose because they're in the position of being the antagonists; that's how narratives usually work. But Medaka Box isn't a story of good triumphing over evil, it's kindness triumphing over callousness. Dismissing the needs and well-being of others is wrong, and caring about others is right, even when the person you care about is the one hurting people in the moment. The cure for a cruel person isn't beating them senseless, it's showing them that they can have what they want without being cruel

Kumagawa wanted to prove that he wasn't a loser, that he wasn't a failure, that he wasn't lesser, and Medaka beat him not by simply punching him so hard that he had a change of heart, but by meeting him head-on as an equal and showing him firsthand that all of those labels were things he gave himself, and that he was the only one who couldn't see his own worth. He put so many restrictions on himself, moved so many goal posts, put so much effort into losing that he never even realized that if he just put that effort in reverse he might actually win for once. By letting him join the main cast, Medaka gave Kumagawa the opportunity to be on the "winning side," which is to say, the side that puts in the effort to be kind and help people. Kumagawa always used his losses as a way to drag everyone else down, but now, even if he lost, he'd be able to help Medaka lift people up, which he proceeded to do for the rest of the series. He was always scheming something, but he would use his wily ways to trick people into "winning" and bettering themselves, not falling into despair from exposure to his madness

Everyone is morally grey because everyone's morals are just in their own mind and unjust in someone else's, everyone is their own hero and someone else's villain, and everyone has the capacity to help or to hurt. Kindness and cruelty are a choice, but no one can control how anyone else will be affected down the domino chain; what seems like the right thing now might hurt someone later, and the sacrifices of the few may save many. All you can do is your best with the information you have now, and if new information comes up later to prove you were wrong, you do your best to make it right

I hope I answered all of your questions to your satisfaction!

[petruchio]

Caroline I saw that post and I just wanted to reach out because I have some love and (possibly) encouragement:

Don’t worry Bestie, everything you described about having it all but still feeling so unseen, misunderstood and fundamentally lonely?

I promise promise promise that’s just what being 23 feels like.

I feel like that sounds so silly to say, but I promise I felt the same way, and it took me a while to realize that THIS is what people were talking about with the whole 23 thing.

Like, suddenly, I’m looking at my entire life with newfound understanding and. I really was just doing it all in hopes that it would solve something that simply can’t be solved that way. Like checking all the boxes won’t do this. I don’t think.

And wow I think I’ve always been so lonely and misunderstood. This whole time in fact. I feel that that I will always be this way. How could I not? How could something that (I now realize) is so fundamental to me ever change?

But thoughts have varying degrees of accuracy AND that’s just the 23-24 journey, I really do swear bestie.

23 didn’t feel like that for me at first, but then I “had it all” and it did feel like exactly that. And it did for a long a time. But slowly, I found some meaningful connections (which I already had, actually) but I got better at being present in those moments with those people. Letting those moments define my life, rather than worrying so much or getting caught up in weather I’m actually understood.

If someone wants to try understanding me, does it matter if they succeed? How could anyone truly understand anyone else? They’d have to BE them to really get it. So it’s the effort that counts. And the living in those moments of that effort and the feeling of that love and the seeking to do it for other people.

And more than that, maybe I haven’t been understood ever, maybe I never will, but it’s that people try this impossible task that is so moving. And that I try it for them in return. This is also the reason why I am so important to have on MY OWN roster. To be besties with myself. Bc I am, truly, the best friend ever for me. Because I always understand.

It’s really hard to describe what I mean about this, so I’m sorry for rambling, but I just want you to know that you’re so normal for this, and It’s just part of life I think. (Kind of like how every teenage feels that one specific way. you see it and you’re like “yeah, that’s what being a teenager feels like”) you’re in that right now, just a different age/lesson/skill.

I promise things will feel differently moving forward, maybe not now, but soon. I believe in you, and I’m rooting for you. Just take it one day at a time 💛

this is such a sweet answer, and i really love how you framed it -- not like, oh it's okay, you'll find someone who understands you someday! but like, you're always going to feel misunderstood but the magic is in finding people who care enough to bother with *trying* to understand you -- the magic is in the trying.

and yeah i do think it is a lot of just Being In Your Early Twenties because after finally leaving my parents house and college and really figuring out who i am on my own, i've been doing a lot of unpacking of why i actually do act the way that i do and that's been a huge process of grieving -- letting go of the dreams i used to have that don't serve me anymore, mourning the things i never even knew was missing during my childhood and teenage years, understanding the ways that my life is shaped by my personal and family history, figuring out what i'm trying to compensate for, and recognizing the ways i'm doing that in both healthy and unhealthy ways. it's hard work!! it sucks most of the time!! but it is ultimately a rewarding, if lonely, process.

i feel like i come on my blog a lot to complain about this deep sense of loneliness i have, and it's strange, because i do have friends and i do have a lot of people in my life who i feel really close to, and i have genuine and meaningful connections with other people that are fulfilling and great in their own ways. and yet i still have this feeling. so maybe there is a comfort in just admitting that i'm always just going to have a profound loneliness inside of me, and there's nothing i can do and no amount of friends i can have that's going to resolve it. and that trying to fill that empty space that lives inside of me with *more* friends, *more* activities, *more* money, *more* prestige, *more* meaningless boxes to check off... it's never going to work. maybe that's the process of letting go i need to work on now.

it's true that at the end of the day, the only person who's going to hang out with me for my whole life.. is me. i have to be my own best friend, like you said, and most of the time, i do a pretty good job of it! and i do love me for that, i love me for how hard i've been working to understand myself, i love me for wanting to get better, i love me for still being brave enough to love myself in spite of the giant whirlpool of anxiety and sadness and worthlessness inside of me that is trying so hard to suck me into the deepest and worst parts of myself. that's hard work, and i really am proud of myself for doing it.

i guess someday i just want to really have the experience of feeling... genuinely wanted. i have glimpses of it, so i know it's out there. and i think you're right, this is a feeling that is unique and specific to this era of a life and the reality of being a young adult, and for me, i do trust the universe and i do trust myself and i do trust that time and practice and continually opening up my heart no matter how many times it hurts will bring that to me. and i'm sure that someday i'll be nostalgic for my long lonely days and the lessons they're teaching me. i do wholeheartedly believe that life is about one long process of discovering and learning. and for me, at this time, this particular form of that learning is just going to be something i have to do by myself.

well i apologize for my rambling too. in a funny way, it's often when i open up about feeling misunderstood and lonely that i end up feeling the most understood. this message did that. it's one of those little glimmers of understanding that helps me to feel a little less alone. in a cheesy way... i guess it's moments like this that keep me hoping <3

[mha-grievances]

I wanted to say that Izuku attainting OFA was a good idea, because Izuku's quirkless nature should have helped him understand Hero society in a different light unlike his classmates with few exceptions (Shouji, Shoto, etc.) who take the status quo for granted. But Hori can't stop whitewashing Bakugo's actions towards Izuku, this never gets explored to Izuku's detriment. Not to mention AM past being quirkless, how much did OFA warp his perspective before Izuku reminded him again about the true meaning of being a hero.

If I had my way, I would have Izuku have little to no struggle mastering OFA, of course build up his strength overtime. But Izuku would be the OverDog, someone powerless thrusted with an immense power. Kind of like One Punch Man only more dramatic because a teenager with mental issues and heroic nature effectively has the power of Superman. Now Izuku would have to ask himself some serious questions about what kind of hero he wants to be and why. Does fighting as a hero mean upholding hero society for all its flaws or does it need to be teared down for something better. How much is a hero still a hero before he is a vigilante or even a revolutionary? Which should be a good lesson for kids and young adults reading this story, because it's not enough to covet an important position of power like Naruto wanting to be Hokage, Luffy being the Pirate King or being Number 1 hero but what are you going to do after attainting this position? They need to understand the burden of responsibility rather then putting a fancy title on their resume.

But Hori wasted this opportunity by having Izuku as the fake underdog, struggling with mastering OFA as his main focus in the story. Izuku spent his time worried about mastering OFA rather then thinking about the flaws and ways to fix things. Its also a waste of world building potential because if Izuku is self-reflective like he supposed to be, then he could have been sympathizing with villains or view certain heroes as no different than bullies like at his middle school. Suddenly what was once black and white has become grey, even All-Might can't give him any good answers because the Hero Society he has built is the legacy that he fought so hard for and doesn't see anything wrong with it yet. We could have disagreements between Izuku and All-Might about these issues and what kind of purpose should OFA be about before and after AFO was revealed to be alive and ready for revenge.

This is why I hate the Quirkless Hero Izuku stories because the way Hero society is structured, it would never have allowed for Izuku to succeed in the first place. Eraserhead would have expelled him, schools would firmly reject him and people would just laugh at him for being arrogant to think he could provide any value in the field besides his smarts which could be suited elsewhere.

A quirkless Izuku would require a change of personality and plot armor for him to prevail. These stories become all about the Struggle rather then how twisted and unfair the system. Even compensating with technology devalues Izuku's character because he loves studying quirks! It makes him a great leader helping him bulid teams for the right scenario and placing value in everyone's quirk no matter how useless or villainous it may be. Having technology to compete with quirks would become impossible without changing the setting entirely.

A quirkless Izuku would also seem self-centered at this point because yes he wants to be a hero, but he could be a Police officer or firefighter to satisfy his heroic impulses. It could even be a point in the original story, which is partly why i think many people still feel that frustrated about this subject because Hori failed or was reluctant to explore this topic with Izuku and covers for Bakugo's BS. Man I sound like a broken record, it always leads back to Bakugo lol.

I definitely agree with the first half.

With the second half, I think a quirkless hero would definitely work, but you’d also have to place limits on what can be achieved. As a hero, Izuku would be street level. Think Batman, DareDevil, and Punisher. He wouldn’t go after people that can shatter buildings with a punch. He’d go after people running drug cartels and involved with gang activity. About 85% of people in the MHA world would die to some bloke with a gun, so have him fight those people instead of the ones that can’t. He doesn’t have to be a line light hero because that was never his goal to begin with. He just wanted to help people. He can also use technology to fight people since the tech in MHA is extremely advanced, but keep in mind that Izuku doesn’t have the funds to create all the things he might want to, so he’d have to stick with some more basic stuff until he can afford the materials to build something better.

[purplesurveys]

1873

[SHOWERS]

When taking a shower, does your hair become straight or is it still somewhat curly (if your hair is curly)? It becomes straight, then wavier as it dries, then it either remains wavy or very frizzy, depending on the weather.

What kind of shower/bath would you have if you could have any shower/bath in the world? Idk if they have an official name, but those rain-type kind of shower heads. They seem very comfortable; the luxury feel of it is a bonus.

Do you use expensive or cheap shampoos, and does it matter either way? Both of mine are on the relatively more expensive side since my hair requires more maintenance (it's dyed purple, and generally, has undergone bleaching more times than I can count lol). I've tried cheaper products before and it's always led to my hair being excessively dry and losing its color so much more quickly.

What kind of shower head do you have? Just your standard handheld one.

Do you ever burn your skin while taking a shower? Not to that extent, but it's hurt before.

[TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS]

Have you ever been in a relationship (romantic or not) that was considered toxic, and who was that person and how were/are they toxic to you? My mom and I are the quintessential toxic relationship; like if there was a book on all you needed to know about toxic relationships, I'd be pretty offended if we weren't called to be on the cover LOL. I don't feel like delving into it. My one and only relationship was also very toxic on both sides.

Do you know anyone who has been in a toxic relationship, and what made that relationship toxic? I know someone who's been cheated on recently. To her credit she stormed out as soon as she heard, but she's also resumed talking to the guy again. They talk everyday, just like the days they were still together – but like she will also be randomly passive-aggressive? like she will make shots at the cheating from time to time. An example is if she walks by this restaurant she could go, "Remember this place? This is where you went on a date with her hahaha" What kind of response from the guy is she even wanting from all the references she's throwing around? Anyway, kinda sad and also kind of an ick.

How you do feel about people going back to their toxic relationships, and can you relate or do you find them dumb for ever considering to go back? It's understandable to see such dynamics. I went through it as well, and for me it was both because 1) I had already invested a lot into the relationship so "what a waste" if it doesn't succeed and might as well try until the very end; and 2) I've grown so used to the relationship and the person that imagining how life would be without them seems impossible and such a really big adjustment to cope with. Eventually you just have to learn to make a brave face and move on.

What kind of toxic relationships do you find more damaging: Romantic, friendship, or family member? Toxicity is damaging, period.

Now, out of these options, which do you find the most damaging: Physical, emotional, or verbal? I never liked the idea of comparing different kinds of abuse/pain.

[Cartoons]

Would you rather watch little kid’s cartoons, older kid’s cartoons, or adult cartoons? Older kid. It satisfies the nostalgia bug + many of the jokes I still laugh at anyway, hahaha.

How about watching regular cartoons or anime? I don't like anime. But what does regular cartoon even mean if not for younger and older kids?

Would you rather watch cartoons on Disney, Nick (Nick Toons/Boomerang doesn’t count), or Cartoon Network? Nickelodeon did the cartoons better; but I preferred Disney for the real-life shows. From Cartoon Network I really only liked Pokemon.

What cartoons/anime do you actually like, if you like any at all? I don't watch any these days.

If you could bring back one cartoon/anime from your childhood, which cartoon/anime would it be? I'm fine, I grew out of them a long time ago haha.

[Jobs]

Do you have a job right now, are you content with your job, and, if you don’t have a job, are you looking, underage, or just don’t care enough to have a job right now? I do. I am quite neutral about it at the moment – I've reached a point where I've mastered most things and can do stuff blindfolded, but I no longer have that fresh-grad-spark-in-my-eyes kind of excitement for it. Which I think is fine and nothing to worry about Work is work. I still have passion and I still feel happiness and fulfillment, but I reserve that now for my personal life; vs the past where I equated work with life.

What is your dream job that you could have at your age right now? The dream job I NEVER even considered having was being a PR director. I just aimed to be a manager and figured I'd be stuck there until I can find another company. Then they promoted me a step higher hahaha. It's been fine, but I hate how intertwined with business development it is.

Have you ever read notalwaysright, and what is the worst story you have read on there; if you haven’t read any story on there, have you seen or heard any stories about awful customers? Never heard of that.

What are a few “dream” jobs you have in general? In-house PR for WWE; museum curator; historian.

What are a few places you would refuse to work at? Anything that would deal very directly with customer service, like a restaurant manager. I'm too nonchalant with people's complaints.

[Cultures]

Out of all the cultures in the world, what culture do you find the most interesting? I find all of them equally interesting :)

If you get rid of one culture in the world, what culture would you rid of? ?

What is your culture like, do you like your culture, and do you even follow your culture at all? Filipinos are non-confrontational and are accepting of whatever and whoever we encounter – that's why we're always described as hospitable (would do *anything* for a visitor) and resilient (cracking jokes and making memes during a chest-level typhoon flood). For a long time we thought it a source of pride that we embrace whatever comes our way; but the sentiment has shifted more so for the younger generation to be more like "Why should we just accept things as they are?" anyway we have a long way to go but at least there've been some starting blocks.

Filipino culture is also very religious, conservative, community- and family-based, and uhhhh idk just a very messy pot of mostly Western influences lmao. No thanks to the Spanish, Americans, and Japanese who took away our identity and killed a lot of us too :D :D

Do you have friends of different cultures? I know a few of Chinese ancestry.

Are there any cultures that are very similar to yours, and how about the most different? Similar would 100% be Southeast Asia. Most different, idk probably Europe? The individualism stuff is definitely different from what I'm used to; as someone who comes from an extremely community-based background it's very fascinating to imagine doing most stuff alone or being away from my family all the time.

[marunalu]

How do you think AFO and the AFO vestige feel about Izuku? Do you think he loves him as much as he does his brother? Hypothetically, if AFO does succeed with taking OFA from Izuku, what would he even do with him afterwards? Physical AFO showed no indication of wanting to kill Izuku while the AFO vestige has been bent on injuring him like the quirk arriving tendrils, talking my about breaking his spine, and activating Izuku's danger sense. Even if/when the dad for one theory comes true, what are AFO's real feelings towards Izuku?

I think afo/hisashi deeply loves izuku similar how he did for yoichi. But remember despite that afo deeply loved his brother he was willing to hurt him too. He allowed his bodyguard to push yoichi hard to the ground and hold him there, he locked him into a vault, he let yoichi starve himself, he forced a quirk into him against his will. Afo loved his brother so much, that he was ready to hurt him as an means to an end. To make it impossible for yoichi to leave him, to make yoichi dependend on him, to make sure he will never lose him. Afos love is toxic and fucked up, but its still love, just not the way a person should feel for someone else. Love is not always rainbows and unicorns, it can be REALLY ugly and messed up! And I believe he is ready to be that hard to izuku too, because right now afo needs to get ofa out of izuku under all costs. The thing is, afo gave izuku multible warnings in the past ("you choose yourself a thorny path"), tried to tire him out physically and emotional, tried to lure him away from his friends, tried to manipulate him and still tries to show him how fucked up hero society is. Afo is trying to open izukus eyes like he did once with yoichi and that only his way is the right one, but of course izuku doesnt listen and has no reason to. Afo wants izuku to understand his view and wants him on his side!

When you compare the real afo and the vestige, you will realize that the vestige is far more full of malice and brutal, not only to izuku but in generell and also way more controlling. And while the afo vestige is far more willing to use hard methods on izuku then the real one, nothing of it ever was meant to harm him really bad. Remember when afo inside tomura tried to stab izuku with his black tendrills but bakugou pushed him out of the way? Where did the tendrills stab through bakugous body? His shoulder and his far side, in other words nowhere near an important organ or main artery. And on top bakugou managed to recover from that injury incredible FAST. It was an attack meant to make izuku incapacitated im the moment. So he wouldnt be able to fight any longer. It was an non letal attack on purpose. Or when afo pushed izuku away with AIR CANNON! His most powerful and most destructive attack. He needed ONE shot to destroy kamino with it and injured the pro heroes there so bad with just one blow, that not one of them was able to stand up again. He pierced one of best jeanist lungs with it and almost killed him with that. And what did THIS very attack which one shooted dotzens of perfectly healthy pro heroes to an injured and physical and emotional tiered out izuku? NOTHING! Absolutely nothing! It pushed him several meters away, but izuku had not ONE more scratch on him. But instead AFOS (well tomuras) hand startet bleeding! Because afo did hold the true deadly power of the attack back to not injure izuku even more then he already was.

Same goes with afomuras comment about breaking his spine. In the world of mha breaking a spine can be healed and you can recover from that. Breaking his spine means izuku wouldnt be able to move anymore. He wouldnt be able to fight any longer. He wouldnt be able to stop afomura forcing ofa out of him. If afomura actually wants or plans to kill izuku afterward, he would have said so at this point. He didnt hold back to tell bakugou to die. If he really wants to kill someone, he makes that 100% clear. Not ONCE did afo OR afomura ever say that they want to see izuku dead or plan to kill him. Even when allmight asks afo in tartarus if he plans for tomura to kill izuku, afo COMPLETLY avoids answering the question and changes the topic. He doesnt want to kill him and thats a big deal if we consider that afo never showed any kind of mercy to one of the past ofa users.

Also its important to note that afomura is NEITHER afo or tomura right now. He is a completly new person. But he stores the emotions of both inside himself. When he was fighting against bakugou it was afos hate he felt not his own, he even notices how he doesnt understand where this hate is comming from. When izukus danger sense activated it was tomuras ill will he felt not afos. Danger sense has never activated yet because of the real afo, only to afomura and I mean come one, he was REALLY PISSED at that moment. He was about to lose the fight.

About the question what afo plans with izuku after he steals ofa are: vault time. Maybe not in the same fashion how he did it with yoichi, but still making it impossible for izuku to fight him. And I think inko is the key to that. Afo asked the aoyamas to bring the 40 year old macallan (inko) to him, but they only could bring the 16 year old macallan (izuku) to him. Afo asked for inko first! Thats important! And right now there are afos spies inside ua who have seen izuku and inko together. The male spy even gives an evil grin when he sees izuku and inko hugging each other. They know what izukus mother looks like, know his biggest weakness, the person he loves the most in the world and in the latest chapter there is a small flashback of afo and skepsis talking with each other and the spies listen to skepsis orders who gets his orders from afo. Inko will be kidnapped very soon. And thats how afo will "vault" izuku. By kidnapping his mother and forcing izuku to listen to him, to give him (and us readers) his side of the story and why he is doing what he does plus incomming past flashbacks of him and yoichi.

[glacialdeath]

@crimsonstray moved from here

“Of course I don’t remember her.” It’s weird to think that she had a blood sibling in this world at one point, even if she was no longer alive. It’s something that gives her unrest, a burden all her own, causing her to shift in her seat, switching which of her legs is atop the other. “I had always known that my brother's wife had a similarity to me, but I didn’t imagine anything close to the truth.” Rukia felt like she had abandoned the idea of any blood relations a long time ago, so maybe that was why she didn’t question the lie as much as she should have.

She wants to believe Renji’s words, but part of her remains uncertain she could ever be anything but a burden to her brother. Upon the pages of her mind there’s an imprinted image of her brother seeming forever disappointed in her, never looking at her, looking past her, and leaving her to rot in misery. It’s an image that is enough to shush her with a deep frown and sigh. She knows he has some sense of care for her though, underneath all the layers he presents himself with, his actions had proven that to her. “Yeah. He does care. I just don’t know how to show him I do too.” She felt like she had to return the favor in a way, and words were clearly not their forte. They are two people who have no clue on how to express their feelings, built on a hang time of forty years. The word brother still feels like a word with uncertain meaning for her, and the sort of expectation of siblings for nobles never seemed quite right either. Rukia places her head in her palms, trying to stop herself from getting too lost on what she could do to help. She had seen a bit of a normal sibling relationship in Ichigo’s house; Yuzu in particular seemed straightforward, expressing her care easily with meals and chores. It gives her an idea. ”Maybe–” She corrects herself, eliminating the hesitation in her words and voice and speaking with conviction as she grabs her hands into fist with determination. “I’ll make my brother something to eat while he’s still recovering. His standards are probably high but…” Rukia frowns, understanding the hill she would throw herself up to achieve her goal is difficult, but if she wanted to start somewhere, it probably was a good place, or it seemed a normal enough thing to do. “I’ll just keep trying until it’s good enough.” The idea still makes her nervous, but she tries to overshadow that feeling with her will that wants to succeed out of spite of Renji’s teasing words on her inability to cook. “And then you can’t say I can’t cook either, how’s that!?” She raises her nose in the air, gloating at him before she’s even started, folding her arms with pride. “I may not be the most patient, but I’m stubborn, and I’ve got plenty of time right now.” She rallies her own determination, figuring she can solve a few issues in one. “I’ll even let you eat the practice rounds but you have to give me your honest opinion, or else I’ll never get to my brother's standards.” Then it dawns on her on what she is trying to achieve and her momentum falls off as she lowers her head with a sigh, still lost in how to navigate through it all. “... Maybe this is a horrible idea. I don’t even know what I could try to make that he would like.” She can't tell if she used to always be this wishy-washy on matters, or if it’s something she’s developed into while under the Kuchiki house, or if it's just because it’s a close personal matter that she gets this way. Regardless, she's tired of second guessing herself so much, but it seems impossible to stop herself.

She would blink at Renji’s revelation. It’s an odd ambition, but not unheard of considering how quickly he had risen to the role of lieutenant. “Surpass my brother? …Like in rank?” She holds her judgement, waiting for clarification, but she’s clearly confused, tilting her head at him. She knows though, Renji really has the stubbornness of a dog that bites and doesn’t let go; once he sets his mind he always follows it well.

“I’ve been to plenty of parties. But they aren’t like what you’re thinking. They’re very formal, lots of introductions and sitting up straight for hours and engaging in basic conversation on the most rudimentary things.” She remarks, chuckling a bit at considering Renji at such events. “You’d be awful at it. Nothing is straightforward or as it seems.” Rukia notes that he seemed far off from the noble world she had been thrown into, and that is probably for the better. “I used to keep a cheat sheet of names of the guests we would have so I could remember them, but I mixed a bunch of them up anyways. But I don’t really have any noble acquaintances outside the family. Shinigami tend to be in place as guards at events all the time, although some noble families seem to hire shinigami to work for them privately.” She had answered without thinking, but only now wonders the reason for it coming up. “Why do you ask? Thinking of crashing a noble party or something?”

He knows her well, and she can’t seem to shake him or his persistence. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t earn himself a punch of her fist at his gut if only just so he’ll topple enough to not look at her in such a fashion. “Don’t perceive me so freely! It’s rude to look at a woman like that!” She shouts. “Try saying that when I jab my practice sword in your wounds, fool!” Just in case, she makes note of the spots of his bandages, eyeing his shoulders to be particularly vulnerable areas, if just so she could make sure to make him regret those words. She’s grumbling, but it is a nice idea to have this sort of consistency back in her life. Renji’s not that direct, but in some ways, his words to look out for her feel like some kind of promise, an oath that he isn’t going away again anytime soon. It's the kind of thing that eases her mind, letting go of some of the knots she carries herself with. It was also nice to know that just because he’s above her in rank doesn’t mean they weren’t the sort that didn’t watch each other’s back: they were never the sort that could be comfortable if how they cared for each other was all one-sided. He talks big, but she shakes her head knowing she already has a leg up on him. “Did you forget who was the one who came to visit whom? I’m one step ahead of you, fool.” She reckons she should still be a bit better about taking care of herself, if she is as independent as she likes to think of herself as. Rukia adds one other comment on the matter, her voice quieting as she brings her hands into her lap. “I’ll figure out how to take care of myself better. I just… have a lot on my mind.” She can’t help but let out another sigh as those thoughts all rise to the top again.

Rukia would tilt her head at his apology. She wasn’t thinking that hard about it, barely noticing she had been the one who had taken the initiative to pull away in the first place. More than his actions, she’s more uncomfortable with his apology, drawing attention more to it all, unsure if she missed something. “I’m not uncomfortable. I’d let you know if I was, idiot. I–” Explaining her actions isn’t something she keeps track of well and she rubs her eyes to try and rouse herself to think of a reason beyond that she just felt like she should and nobility had imprinted some kind of measure of intimacy that was appropriate. In the end Rukia explains it differently. “I just wanted to stand on my own feet a little.” She does a little bounce on her feet to prove her point.

She doesn’t sit well with pity, little or entirely as it may be, holding herself close as if to try and keep herself together. He brings up another that catches her off guard. “Captain? Er, Sure.” Rukia is far from being placed back on-duty in her current state, so her captain was a bit far off from her mind. She hadn’t really considered her captain, nor how aware Renji was of her assignment in the thirteenth. But Ukitake did tend to be insightful on these kinds of matters now that she thinks of it. Although the idea of adding to his plate when he still bears the whole squad on his shoulders makes her frown. Rukia considers she could discuss it with him, or at least it might do her some good to see him, if only just so she could make sure to thank him as well. "I guess I could talk with him."

[raifenlf]

Why Loki’s Sylvie Is A Mary Sue

So I am firmly in the camp that Sylvie on the Loki series was/is a Mary Sue.  The last episode made me feel better and like maybe the show was doing a thing where they were faking you out that she was a Mary Sue only to show she was actually sort of a bad guy and I liked that.  But all the recent interviews make me think the show wants to go back to her being a Mary Sue.

But I feel like when I call her out for being a Mary Sue people tell me what are you talking about, she’s not a Mary Sue, bad things happen to her, etc.  But that doesn’t actually make her not a Mary Sue.  

Also, before we start, I know some people find Mary Sue sexist.  But I personally use the term for guys and girls. I don’t use the term to belittle women.  I use the term to criticize a poorly written character.

And I know Mary Sue is often used to describe fanfic characters.  But to me, this series is kind of like a fanfic because the writers took a character who had been in canon MCU material for ten years and then created characters around that character.  So, I kind of review it like I would a fanfic.  It’s very different than if the writers had created a brand new show with all of their own new characters.

Anyway, if you are not totally familiar with the Mary Sue term, then check this out:

I know the term Mary Sue probably means different things to different people.  But I have always used these guidelines when I write my own fanfic to make sure my characters never come off as a Mary Sue.

This article really gives you a full scale of what a Mary Sue is.  If you start reading it, you’ll immediately see why Sylvie is.  But I’m going to take out the parts that most fit Sylvie just to highlight why I believe she is a Mary Sue.  I apologize for this being so long.

Mary Sue Character Traits

Personality

Erm... what personality? The typical Mary Sue doesn't have one per se, because she isn't meant to be a character; rather, she's an entity by which the author makes cool stuff happen.

I feel like that is Sylvie in a nutshell.  She doesn’t have a personality.  I feel like even though she ate screentime, I still don’t really know her at all.  The writers love to say she’s badass.  That’s not a personality.  

Sometimes when I am writing stories for fun and creating new characters, I like to take surveys as my fictional characters.  Like the kind of surveys you’d see in a magazine, like personality types, what’s your dating style, etc.  I figure if I don’t know what my character would do in any of those situations, then I need to keep working on my character.  And if I was trying to fill out a survey pretending I was Sylvie I would have no idea what to answer because she doesn’t have a personality.  She’s just “cool”.

What little personality a Mary Sue has isn't as important as how other characters react to it. No matter how shy or socially awkward Mary Sue is supposed to be, other characters will be inexplicably drawn to her

This is so Sylvie.  Loki falls in love with her...why, exactly?  He falls in love with her in the big Nexus event moment...why?  Because she had a tough childhood?  Mobius spends like two seconds with her in a car and goes from hating her to saying she’s his favorite Loki.  For. No. Particular. Reason.

She's extremely persuasive; everyone finds her opinions to be better than their own

She enchants Hunter B-15 and then immediately Hunter B-15 makes it her whole entire life mission to back Sylvie up.  

And occasionally she'll be a complete asshole...This can manifest itself in several ways...The author wants to write a badass but doesn't know how. This leads to a character who mistreats everyone around her and is never called out on her abrasive, casually abusive behavior.

Sylvie talked down to Loki and treated him like garbage for all of episode three, but it was never portrayed as a bad thing and we never got any impression Sylvie later felt bad for the way she treated Loki

The author doesn't know how to hold back the character, meaning that she will succeed at practically everything. This means that when she encounters rules or authority figures who would otherwise prevent her from doing what she wants to do, she rolls right through them (and they praise her for her "boldness" in defying regulations). If a bad guy is violent and aggressive, she can beat him by being more violent and aggressive (with all that entails). It's impossible for her to go overboard because she's protected by Protagonist-Centered Morality.

Sylvie is shown as a kid to immediately be able to grab a Tempad and run away.  And she can kick ass way better than Loki, for no known reason.  She is always able to fight back against the TVA when they attack her.  And she can kill lots of innocent TVA agents but it’s okay because TVA bad, Sylvie good.

Skills

She will always be superior to the canon characters, regardless of what canon has established they can do or whether it makes any sense.

Whose skill was needed to defeat Alioth?  Sylvie’s.  Of course.  Sylvie needed to teach Loki her skills in order for him to succeed (!).  And again, she is literally called the superior Loki.

Relatedly, there's no effort to her skills. She never actually trains or learns anything to become more powerful; she just wins the Super Power Lottery, or is a freakish natural learner, or is just Inexplicably Awesome

We’re told Sylvie literally taught herself magic.  She literally taught herself to enchant people.  That. Makes. No. Sense.  Like, I have so many questions.  Like, why would it even occur to her to teach herself that?  And how????????????  This is really lazy writing.

Canon Character Relationships

Mary Sue is often designed to hook up with another character, often as a form of Wish Fulfillment. This isn't that bad in and of itself (okay, it is kinda weird), but Mary Sue accomplishes this without any sense of realism. She just grabs her lover's attention straight away, and their relationship will never face any obstacles or tension; it's true love from the start and nothing else. The biggest giveaway is if the love interest is explicitly the author's favorite character, and she essentially "cures" him of all the angst that ails him (at the expense of his characterization).

Yeah, so...this one should be pretty obvious to anyone who watched the show.  Loki literally falls in love with Sylvie immediately, and then he suddenly turns from “villain” to “hero” just because of loving her.  And this was definitely at the expense of his characterization.  And Loki just knows he falls in love with her.  There’s not even any moments of hmm what do I feel for this person?  It’s just true love, immediately.

She will be related to a canon character in some way. This (marginally) helps explain such phenomena as her being a Copy Cat Sue and other characters accepting her so easily.

Sylvie is a Loki variant.  They use this to help explain why Loki is drawn to her and why their falling in love immediately “makes sense”.

Most characters give her more heed than they normally would. The good guys never stop praising her

Seriously, it was so over the top and OOC for Loki to gush over her.  He literally tells her she’s amazing.  They don’t even make it subtle.

Characters' previously established personalities change in reaction to her. Proud, arrogant gimps suddenly acknowledge her superiority in everything. Reckless youths will listen to all her advice. Responsible leaders will defer to her instead. Villains will obsess with her to the detriment of all else. Extremely competent characters will become stumbling buffoons who require her help to do anything. Sweet, mild-mannered characters whom the author doesn't like turn evil and insult her. They all become unnaturally focused on her in some way.

Again, Loki’s whole personality changed in reaction to her.  He became a buffoon who needed her help to enchant the Alioth because of course he couldn’t do anything without her!  Hunter B-15 goes from doing whatever the TVA said to fighting the TVA just because of Sylvie.

Story Elements

Mary Sue is without exception a single-person Spotlight-Stealing Squad. The entire story hinges on her existence; if you removed her, there would be no story. 

Sylvie undoubtedly drove the whole story this season.  It all became about HER meeting the TVA heads because of HER trauma.  Loki’s life was only saved at the beginning because the TVA was trying to capture HER.  And SHE was the one who started the whole multiverse (!).

Mary Sue is The Chosen One, even if the setting already has one. There are many ways she can accomplish this: she can be a Sailor Earth type who "shares" the position with the canon hero; she may be vaguely "destined to help the destined one fulfill their destiny" (i.e. do all the work except the final blow so that the prophecy is still technically correct); or the canon hero may be revealed to be a Fake Ultimate Hero all along. Being the Chosen One doesn't necessarily involve her being a God-Mode Sue, especially as authors become aware of the phenomenon and try to avoid it, but it does make her critically important to the world and allows her to continue stealing the spotlight without the "god mode" label.

HWR wanted Sylvie to come with Loki in the end, like she was chosen all along right alongside Loki.  Like one of the most important characters in the entire MCU is now this character who we only met a few episodes ago.

Most Sues have an unusually Dark and Troubled Past. It's often used to create a Sympathetic Sue, but any type of Sue can have one

They tell us, over and over, how hard Sylvie’s life was because she was kidnapped by the TVA in order to create sympathy for her.

She almost never does anything wrong. In the rare instance that she does, it's usually; (a) a way for the author to disclaim her being a Mary Sue by introducing a single imperfection (that has no bearing on anything anyway), and (b) designed to show her smarts by making her feel instant remorse, and she'll be Easily Forgiven anyway:

So this one hopefully will not come true, as a lot can change between now and when the show is taped. But if the show goes on the way the behind the scenes team is talking, Sylvie immediately felt remorse for betraying Loki, and Loki has already forgiven her and is desperately looking for her.  Ugh.

Alternatively, she is more than capable of doing something wrong, be it in general moral terms or something that goes against whatever code she abides by, and she maybe even frequently does so, but don't expect the other characters or the narrative to ever acknowledge or comment on it in any real capacity. If the other characters do call her out, expect them to be treated like they're the problem for daring to criticize her at all.

Mobius calls her out for killing people, but Sylvie immediately says he’s a bad person and then Mobius agrees, because, of course.

She will often suffer from Special Snowflake Syndrome; i.e., she has a trait or backstory that sets her apart from her group or race.

She is the only female Loki, thus making her the special one among all the Lokis in episode five.

Presentation

In visual media, the camera just can't stop staring at her.

The camera would follow her in fight scenes rather than Loki.

Mary Sue Tropes

Okay, so there are specific Mary Sue tropes that Sylvie is.  One of those is Copy Cat Sue, which I think was referenced before.

Copy Cat Sue

A lot of fanfic writers...start to write something because of their passion for this character, but they find something about the character that doesn't mesh well. Maybe they're the wrong gender or are otherwise not close enough to the author's expectations...In any case, rather than put them through the Possession Sue process, they just get a Clone-O-Matic™ and out pops a Copy Cat Sue...the character might be intended as a replacement for the canon character, but without whatever icky traits the author hates. They'll then rob the spotlight, prove the canon character to be unworthy of his/her position, and either relegate the character to obsolescence or, perhaps, even remove them entirely.

Sylvie is basically a clone of Loki, she is a variant.  But she absolutely robbed the spotlight of Loki’s, and they literally call her the superior Loki.  I mean, they are literally not even being subtle about this.  And there was a feeling by myself (and a lot of other viewers) that Sylvie might ultimately replace Loki in the MCU. 

Black Hole Sue

Much like a black hole, this is a Mary Sue who "sucks in" the plot and characters to her. Characters will behave outside their personalities, logic will be defied, and rules will be broken for her sake.

Sylvie really does suck up all the plot and Loki definitely behaves outside of his personality just to fit the Sylvie show.

Jerk Sue

A Mary Sue who is mean or maybe even cruel, but are still treated as an ideal person.

Once again, Sylvie is basically a jerk all of episode three, but you’ve got Loki falling over himself to call her amazing in just the next episode.

Relationship Sue

A Mary Sue who exists to be the perfect mate for a specific character...this character has everything in the plot conspiring to enforce this One True Pairing...in Fanfiction, they are the perfect beloved of a canon character.

They literally have Mobius speculate that Loki falling in love with Sylvie is so extraordinary that it causes an entire Nexus event, that’s how huge this One True Pairing is (!).  And Sylvie is the love interest of Loki, the only character who had been around before the beginning of the series

TLDR: Sylvie has all the tropes of a classic Mary Sue character.  So calling Sylvie a Mary Sue isn’t being sexist or just randomly hating on the character.  If you use common Mary Sue characteristics to examine the character, she just has too many of these characteristics to ignore.

[saintshigaraki]

ONE DAY WE’LL REVEAL THE TRUTH (THAT ONE WILL DIE BEFORE HE GETS THERE)

title: youth by daughter

pairing: dabi x f!reader 

words: 1.7k

excerpt: But what is rage, you’d ask him, if not one of the many faces of grief? 

a/n: dabi my beloved (derogatory). this fic is my love letter to parentheses.

tags: angst, toxic relationships, explicit s*xual content, light choking, dabi is a bastard but he is a needy bastard 

in case you’d rather read it on ao3!

MDNI

He’s just outside the door. He hasn’t made a sound, but you know he’s there. You can feel it; in your blood, in your bones, in your marrow. 

(You’ve always been able to feel him, monstrous and cruel beneath your skin. An itch. An awful taunting itch. You’ve wanted him out since he first stuck his claws in you and buried himself deep, but he’s near impossible to shake. He won’t leave until he’s hollowed you out, until your flesh is no longer your own, until all that’s left of you is him. Until all that’s there, is what he believes there should be. 

He’s a self-important bastard like that.)

When he finally decides to open the door, he does so with a slam. It would’ve made you jump if you hadn’t been so focused on the skyline. Tracing the buildings, looking for stars you know you won’t be able to see. They get swallowed up, this deep in the city. Drowned out by light. 

(When you were a child, you didn’t quite understand how stars could vanish in the night. Weren’t they the brightest things in the universe? Burning and brilliant, even light years away? 

You understand it better now. How mankind has this nasty habit of ruining, of polluting, of blotting out things of wonder and then desperately trying to remake it in our own image.

It’s never as beautiful as what was, but it’s far too late for us to admit defeat now.)

He’s mad, burning up with fury. You can feel the heat of it, cutting straight through the heavy chill of the night air. It’s stifling, your balcony so small that he’s practically breathing down your neck with how close he is. Accompanying his presence, always, is the faint smell of burnt flesh he can never quite mask, no matter the amount of cheap aftershave he tries to drown himself in. 

He’d texted you, and you’d ignored him. For a week, you’ve ignored him and if there’s one thing Dabi hates, it’s when he gets ignored. 

He’s the one that ignores you, it should never be the other way around. 

You know that, of course. You know all his little unwritten rules. 

(Don’t ignore him is at the top of the list. Except, of course, during those nights when he thinks you’re asleep and he clings to you like a child, his tears burning where they touch your skin. Even his grief, you can’t help but think, is scorching.

On those nights, you’ve found it’s best to stay quiet. He wields his grief like rage and you’d rather not be caught in the crossfire.)

He’s waiting for you to talk, to stumble over your words, make some sort of vague attempt at an apology. It’s what you would usually do after you’ve broken one of his rules. 

But you say nothing, content to sit in the too-heavy silence. You’re tired. Of him. Of whatever it is you two have been doing. It’s the same stupid story, the same vicious cycle. A snake cursed to eat its own tail. 

He’s using you. He has been for a long while now. If you’re being perfectly honest with yourself, he most likely has been since the beginning. And God, it’s exhausting work, being used. 

Although, really, you’re not all that much better than he is. In the beginning, you were with him purely because he fascinated you. All his grief laid bare, and so vulnerable. So obvious and painful. Undeniable in its brutality. 

(Rage, he’d say, it’s righteous rage, not grief.

But what is rage, you’d ask him, if not one of the many faces of grief?) 

It didn’t take long for you to realize he’s chasing something. And it took you even less time to realize that whatever he’s after, is probably going to kill him one day. 

(You wonder if he knows he’s chasing his own death. You wonder if he’d care at all. 

He reminds you of Eve, eating the forbidden fruit. You think she’d take a bite of the apple, again and again and again if ever given the choice, even knowing the consequences. Even with intimate knowledge of the suffering to come. How could she not? How could any of us hold our fate in the palm of our hands and choose not to sink our teeth into it?)

He’s growing impatient beside you, burning up with it. If he touched you, you’re sure he’d melt your flesh straight to the hollow bone. 

But you don’t break. Just once, you want him to fall apart first. Just once, you want him desperate. 

(He’s always been so good at making you desperate, with a hand around your neck, just tight enough to leave you gasping for air, your back to his chest and his staples drawing blood, as he pounds into you so hard all you could do is dig your nails into his arm. 

His lips are right by your ear, you’re mine, he says. You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine. 

And God, with his cock hitting all the right spots in your cunt you’d believe it. You’d believe anything he’d said to you as long he just kept going. 

Say it, he hisses, say you’re mine. 

You don’t answer him right away, mostly because you can’t, not with the way he’s fucking you. You can’t catch your breath enough to form a sound, you can’t get your bearings enough to collect a single thought that isn’t Dabi Dabi Dabi. 

Annoyed at your lack of answer, he brings a searing thumb down to your overstimulated clit. You keen, arching, desperately trying to get away from the sensation that at this point is more pain than pleasure. 

Say it, he says again, there’s a strange sort of edge to it. Looking back you think it might’ve been desperation. Say it. 

When he presses down just a little harder, you finally crack. 

Yours, you gasp. I’m yours. Yours. Yours. Yours. 

He laughs, so deep in his chest that you feel it in your own. 

It echoes in your head for weeks afterward.)

“What,” he grounds out, low and furious, “the fuck.” 

It’s not a question. 

You turn towards him, at last. Though you can hardly see him, surrounded by shadows. There are glints of his piercings in the polluted light, a gleaming flash as he runs his tongue along with his teeth. But it’s his eyes that you lock on. Bright and a brilliant blue. Glowing and monstrous in the dark. 

(You’re reminded, once again, of the stars. Burning and burning and burning.)

With no preamble, you say, “I think I love you.” 

The air around you quiets. Like the city itself is holding it’s breath. 

It’s not a sweet confession under the moonlight. In the week since you came to the realization, it’s already started to fester, to rot straight through your bones. 

It’s a curse more than anything. You love a man whose chasing his own death. You love a ghost. Or, you suppose, a ghost in the making. 

Before you can say anything else (though really, what else is there to say) he cuts in sharply, meanly, “No, you don’t.” 

You can’t help but tilt your head at that. You don’t really know what to say. You don’t know if you’re supposed to say anything. His lips are pulled back, teeth bared, he’s gleaming and sharp, pulled so taught with tension you wonder how he’s even breathing. He reminds you, vividly, of a cornered animal. A scared one. Though he’s trying to mask it with annoyance, with a type of anger that toes the line of fury. 

He’s always doing that. Masking his fear with rage. Masking his grief with rage. Hiding any part of himself that might be perceived as weak, as soft, as vulnerable, under the guise of rage. 

You can’t imagine that it’s anything less than exhausting. 

Though you have to admit, you didn’t expect this response. You didn’t expect fear. You thought he’d be unbearably smug about it. Proud of himself for finally sinking his teeth into your heart. Ready to chew you up and spit you back out. You were ready for him to move on. 

You didn’t expect him to deny it. 

(He could be right, though you doubt he is.

You wonder what it means to love, you wonder how you’re supposed to love. You wonder if you can only love someone if you’ve seen the cruelest parts of them first. 

You suppose if that’s the case, then he might be right. 

You’ve never actually been able to force yourself to look up what exactly he’s wanted for. What exactly it is he’s done. 

Mostly because you’re afraid that even if you knew every last gory detail, it wouldn’t be enough to make you walk away. And how would you be able to look at yourself in the mirror, after that? Knowing exactly who you let share your bed? who cried scorching hot tears into your shoulder? 

Ignorance is bliss, they say. In your case, it could very well be your only hope for salvation.

But, you don’t really think there’s a set way a person is supposed to love. It’s what makes it so terrifying. It’s an unknown. And it’s so hard to not fear the unknown.)

“Dabi-” you start. 

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he spits out. Eyes flashing, his hands stuffed in his pockets. 

You want to laugh at the absurdity of it all, of him trying to tell you what you do and do not feel, but you think he’d turn you to ashes for the slight. His pride has always been so easily shaken.  

“Dabi-” you try again. 

But he’s two steps ahead of you. He always is. 

He’s already turned around, hiding his face from view, opening the door. And you don’t stop him. You don’t see why you should. 

You can’t shake him from the path he’s on. You don’t think anyone can, really. 

Grief is all he has, it’s all he’s let himself have. It’s fundamental to him now. It’s all he is. And you’re sure he believes whatever he’s chasing is going to fill the hollow void it’s made of him. 

It won’t. You’re sure of that, at least, because even if he does succeed, what will he be left with then? 

You don’t say any of that to him, because you’re not his fucking therapist. And because you’re not so sure he wouldn’t kill you for it. 

It’s anticlimactic, watching him disappear into your darkened apartment. 

But all you can think about when you hear the click of the front door closing behind him is how honest his fear was, almost childlike. Remnants of a poor, grief-stricken boy. 

What a monster it’s made of him. 

a/n part two:

thinking about adrianne kalfopoulou’s ‘grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there.’ 

i could not tell you why this took me over two weeks to write. i had a lot of fun with it though. dabi my beloved. go to therapy please. also i know dabi can’t cry but....let me have this.

[enderwoah]

ORIGINS SMP HEADCANONS (because i love them): SEASON TWO EDITION BAYBEEE

(this is really long ENJOY :gun:)

tommy

he is phil's son smile

phil's most recent son at least

he's got like one more somewhere

he picked this one up off the dangerous streets a few years ago and he's been sticking with phil ever since

his wings are small- not too small to fly, but they're untrained to the point where it would take a lot or work to get him off the ground

but at first, he didn't really seem to want to learn all that much?

(he has three scars on his face- all from trying to learn how to fly when he was younger)

(he gave up after the third one)

("if at first you don't succeed; try, try again" is his motto, and he tried all three times)

but!! phil and wilbur are very persuasive :) and now that he knows he can fly, he's not going to rest until he does

he's a little manipulative to get what he wants sometimes, but can you blame someone that lived on the street for so long?

he had to do that to survive! it's not his fault.

(it's a great excuse.)

he laughs like a kookaburra amen

he squawks when he gets scared

he chirps. he tries not to because it makes phil go absolutely bird-brained but he does sometimes and he hates it.

tubbo

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A B[GUNSHOTS]

god he is. so fucking annoying (/rp)

he simply does not know when to stop

he ignores social cues to see when someone is annoyed

(see: he can read social cues. he does read social cues. when you get annoyed that's when he starts being more annoying, because you're more likely to give him what he wants to get him to shut the fuck up.)

he loves talking to (at) people, especially people he doesn't really know that well

so he's trying to be friends with ranboo, but the absolute prick keeps trying to avoid any actual conversations, so that's not working

he buzzes when he gets excited-happy

his fingertips are completely blackened and horrendously sharp, functioning as ten individual stingers

they don't do any actual damage but he's working on that

techno

wither hybrid (??)

how can you be a wither hybrid?? nobody got down and dirty with the wither

he's an experiment

the reason we haven't seen him yet? he's staying away from the main area of the smp

he doesn't want to ruin its natural beauty with his withering effect, so he keeps to himself on the outskirts of the smp

which sucks

withers get health from killing things

he's not fully a wither, so he gets energy from being around people and sort of draining their life force a little bit

he feels terrible when he's with just one person because they are Literally his life support and it makes the person feel like shit

when he's with a big group of people its great!! he only has to take a little bit from everyone and its barely noticable!!

but then there's the wither part. so he has to stay away.

he's always tired

always exhausted

he's a farmer, so taking it from animals works, but god does he miss people

but he can only visit a few times and for very short

(he's afraid that one of these days he'll get so bad that the next time he sees someone he'll accidentally kill them)

(it already happened once. he's blessed that he's been forgiven, even made friends with by the victims, but he doubts he'll be able to pull that off again with no consequences like last time)

wilbur

phantlings are dead elytrians, and given that wilbur was phil's son...he's a phantling

he died in the late 50s and was a librarian when he was alive, so he's very possessive (ha) over all of his things

you should never ask to "borrow" anything from him, he will hound you about it until you give it back

it's best to just say that you want something from him to keep

even if youre going to give it back

just for your own peace of mind

phantlings can feel fear and get a genuine feeling of elation from scaring people

of course, sometimes its unwelcome (feeling large amounts of fear from someone they care about in a bad way just makes them pissed)

but for the most part, wilbur loves appearing in the corner of people's visions just to jumpscare them a few minutes later

all in good fun, of course!! it's just hilarious :)

being the lighthearted, fun guy he is, he's not particularly secretive about his method of death

"how did i die? well, it all started -- ended -- on november 16th, 1958!"

"i walked out of the library late, since i took the shift for my wife since she was feeling sick and i worked there anyways,"

"the streets were dark and only lit up by gaslamps...and out of an alley...appeared..........."

techno.

he didn't mean it. wilbur isn't at all mad at him (anymore)

he was starving. he didn't know that one touch would be enough to fully revitalize him...

and murder wilbur where he stood.

sneeg

has details on everyone on the server

you Cannot Hide Shit From Sneeg

its impossible

if you find of his any shittly little mouse holes then you're doomed

you find one and there are twenty more

he's under your floorboards while you're having your important discussion about trapping the nether roof

sucks to suck ig??

he seems to be the favourite of many, which is weird since he rarely goes out of his way to actually talk to many people

he's the only person that tubbo doesn't actively try to annoy (or maybe he just doesn't find tubbo's antics all that annoying)

he's the only person that ranboo stays around (or maybe he stays around ranboo- he and Phil seem to be the only ones not off-put by his slightly sadistic and whiny demeanour (not counting tubbo, who annoys him anyways)

phil seems to be more protective of him than he thinks is normal (he lets sneeg ride on his shoulder while travelling, so he doesn't really complain)

niki is completely protective over him (again, not complaining)

contrary to popular believe, he does not get high from sugar

if anything he gets

high-per

(get it)

(high-per)

(hyper)

he's literally just a nine-year old getting a sugar rush leave him alone

phil

take the normal "bird-brain" headcanons and multiply it by like sixty-four

and you've got origins phil

he can't see glass- or, rather, he can, but it doesn't register that 'hey, this is a solid surface i am going to slam into'

its very funny for everyone else but he's pretty sure he has permanent brain damage from the blunt force trauma

if there is ANYONE on the server who dares to chirp, bird or no, they must understand that they are signing away their privacy and giving phil the right to go absolutely bonkers over them momma bird style

(shoutout to tommy, wilbur, ranboo, and fundy for having to suffer through this)

"oh??? you don't have wings?? you don't have feathers?? omg?? then what's this im preening?? what do you mean im just braiding your hair?? nono this is preening smile"

god help you if you dare to have wings

poor tommy, wilbur, sneeg, and tubbo

phil can't help himself alright

do you think he wants to be any sort of protective over sneegsnag?

no!! but he cant stop himself!! sneeg might damage his wings if he keeps flying those super long distances!!! nnnno! carry the bug man!!!

it's weird, he's always had that protective sense over ranboo, too

but ranboo very obviously doesn't have wings, so he doesn't get it...

ranboo

yes ur a peasant

yes ur poor

yes im cooler than u

what r u gonna do about it

the enderdragon's son! partially a dragon, partially enderman, partially human (don't ask, his other mom is a hybrid), all spoiled brat!

given that he has a ton of dragon genes, he's extremely possessive over his stuff and Yes He Does Do The Hoarding Thing

he has a pile of rings and gold chains and necklaces and most of his jewellery hidden underneath his bed

(if you ask him, no, he doesn't)

not to wear

just to Have

one time, fundy stole one (1) bracelet from the hoard and ranboo was sent into a panic for a good 24 hours

he wouldn't leave his cave and kept counting and recounting as if that'd make the missing piece reappear

(when fundy had to give it back because of the guilt, he expected to get his face bitten off)

(instead, he just watched as the prince was flooded with relief, telling him to get the hell out and nothing more)

it's weird, he has so much gold and even a crown, and yet here he is

living with all those people ^^^

truth be told, the enderdragon isn't a very nice dragon

nor is she a very kind queen

nor was the other queen

nor was her son

there was a mutiny in the end, leading to the dragon queen and her wife being killed brutally by the crowd of angered people

they went after their son next, who had ordered executions and worked servants to the bone just as much as they had

they cut off his wings in the middle of the square

he was sure he was going to die until a random person (a peasant) jumped up and yelled at them for publicly torturing a child

but ranboo didn't really catch all of it, given he was delirious from pain

he got to get some stuff quickly and escape with his life

this wasn't too long ago, either, so he's still trying to...adjust...to people talking rudely to him

(he's also trying to adjust to not having wings)

(hence why he hurls himself off the edges of cliffs and then has to teleport to the bottom instead of glide. he keeps forgetting.)

[allisonlol]

jouno and tecchou breakup hcs plss🙁.

a/n: ANON ARE U TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY ?? bc ur gonna succeed at that

warnings: toxic behavior, arguing (primarily in jouno's section), breakups, all that angsty stuff 💔

Jouno + Tecchou Breakup HC’s

Jouno

i feel like it takes a very specific person to get along with jouno enough for him to want to pursue a romantic relationship with them

and if, over time, he notices more and more that you're just not a good match for him he won't hesitate to cut ties

if he's the one who ended the relationship, don't expect to hear too much from him afterwards

will basically just...disappear from your life and not bother to reach out to you again

however, if you were the one to end the relationship for whatever reason...

he is honestly the worst in this situation

becomes incredibly petty and cynical towards you

it's absolute hell if the two of you have the same profession & are forced to work together

goes out of his way to either avoid you at all costs, or belittle you and drop degrading comments whenever it's impossible to do the former

this is, obviously, extremely upsetting on top of the usual stress that your job already provides

don't bother confronting him about this because it'll be a pretty one sided argument...he'll barely acknowledge you and will laugh at how emotional you get

i hate to say this about my fav but...he becomes very toxic

even though, in this instance, you were the one who broke up with him, you wind up feeling more hurt because of how cold and uncaring he acts

you could get injured on the job and be near death, and he purposefully wouldn't be the one to rescue you or even bother to check up afterwards

however, you do notice that he'll seem incredibly more serious and uptight for awhile after this occurs

eventually jouno's rude remarks will become few and far between until they stop completely, and he regards you as practically a stranger

won't acknowledge you at all, and will simply brush past you at work without a single hint that he even remembers you

Tecchou

this is gonna make me so sad omg

but here we go

a breakup with tecchou would 100% be one that's a mutual agreement between the two of you

i just...can't see him being able to leave you unless he knew that's what you wanted as well

which is incredibly selfless and shows that he does truly care about you and would never want to make you upset

handles the whole situation very maturely

and honestly? that makes it all the more sad because the both of you were great together and always dealt with things well

definitely the type to stay in contact afterwards and check up on you every now and then

he'll even swing by your place sometimes to drop off food from your favorite restaurant that he "just so happened" to stop by

you see right through him but neither of you comment on it

you're able to maintain a pretty amicable friendship with tecchou beyond this point

which can either be a positive or a negative thing...your choice

the two of you are always assigned together at work, and while it's a bit tense and awkward at first, it's easy for both of you to fall back into rhythm again

he'll never stop looking out for you tbh. just because you guys aren't in a romantic relationship anymore doesn't mean he's going to risk you getting hurt

^am i throwing shade at jouno here? yea

tecchou has to remind himself to distance from you a bit since sometimes, he'll genuinely forget that the two of you had even broken up

definitely is still fond of you platonically

giving off very much "right person, wrong time" vibes

a/n: i made jouno sound so horrible LMAO 💀 this was such a sad req but i hope u still enjoyed !

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt.13 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Monster

“Billy has improved. A lot.” Seated on Mrs. Martinez's office, you go over why Billy deserves a good recommendation letter. Half the teachers already agreed, much more because of you than because of him, but that's not the point. “He doesn't get a C since he started, he wants to be a Marine Biologist and he gets straight As on Biology and honestly, he's actually helping me on Chemistry.”

“I've been tracking his progress and I've been impressed with your work. Billy Hargrove is by far the best in the program.” She read some files, putting them down before looking up at you. “I also noticed that you two became very close.”

“Mmm, yeah... W-we're dating.” You stutter, clearing your throat. “But it doesn't change the fact that he's doing great. I mean, Billy does want to go to college and–”

“Don't worry about it. A student's love life isn't my business. I just mentioned it because it was impossible not to notice.” She smiles and you blush even more. “Well, I'll be happy to write him a good recommendation letter. But for the principal, it'll be good if you get some of Billy's friends to make some reports. But we can arrange it immediately if you want. The Principal is in a meeting but I can let you know as soon as he's available if you manage to get some people right now.”

You stand up, smiling. “I can. Thank you so much.” Mrs. Martinez got that urgency of the matter, and you're more than eager to keep that up. “I'll gather some people and whenever you're ready I'll be at the parking lot.”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright.” With another ‘thank you’, you rush outside, walking fast to the parking lot. Billy is leaning against his car, and Nancy and the others are near Steve's car, a couple of feet away.

“Princess of Hawkins number two. Are we going or not?” Steve asks, making Billy notice your presence. “I'm dying for some ice cream.”

“Actually, I need a huge favor from the three of you.” Keeping your voice soft, you walk over to Billy, standing next to him. The stick on his mouth gets your attention, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Is that my lollipop? That I was saving up?”

“...No.” He mutters, with a half-smile as he takes the candy off his mouth. “Maybe. But we can share.” Billy gives you the lollipop and you roll your eyes, biting back a smile before putting it into your mouth. And for some reason, Billy has that stupid smirk on his face

“That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen,” Steve speaks up, getting your attention.

Looking at him, you shrug your shoulders. “What? I kiss that mouth, you know that, right?”

“And you do a great job doing it,” Billy whispers on your year before taking the candy once again.

“Alright. You, drop it.” With a finger on Billy's face, you take the lollipop from his mouth again. “I have something important to say.” Turning at your friends, you take a deep breath. “Mrs. Martinez agreed on writing a good recommendation letter for Billy. But to convince the Principal to do the same, she needs a couple of students to... Give some reports, you know. As witnesses that my handsome boyfriend is now an amazing student too.”

Steve bursts into laughter, covering his mouth with one hand as you stare at him. Arms crossed, an eyebrow raised. It takes long seconds until he stops. “What?” He stutters. “You can't possibly think I'll...” As he speaks, Steve looks at the others, and not Nancy or Jonathan seems to find it funny. “Oh, c'mon. I agreed on standing Billy, but I never agreed on giving good reports.”

“Steve, this is important.”

“(Y/N), c'mon. Billy isn't–”

“Billy has good grades now and that's what I'm talking about. You don't have to like him.” Walking over Steve, you touch his shoulder. “You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but we're trying to build our future. And if you find it in your heart to do this for me, I'll be very thankful.”

“God, you're so damn good.” Billy mutters, and you roll your eyes.

“Well...” Stepping back, you smile. “I could also kill Steve. Would you help me hide the body, B?”

“Ridiculous,” Steve mumbles, making you giggle. “Fine, (Y/N). Just because somehow you made a good boyfriend out of this scumbag.”

“I'd take that back if I were you,” Billy says, raising his voice a bit.

“Woah, back down.” It's not the first time the two have incidents like this, and you always have to calm them down. “You guys have to–”

“(Y/N).” Mrs. Martinez calls and you look to your left. She walks fast, smiling. “The Principal will see the students now. But you can't be inside the office for that. They'll be interviewed separately.”

“Alright.” Breathing out, you give Steve a look. “Don't say anything driven by your personal–”

“I won't.” Steve rolls his eyes.

Mrs. Martinez guides the three of them inside the school again, and you follow them, holding hands with Billy. “It'll work.” You tell him.

“It will.” He agrees, with the smile that belongs to you alone.

“Billy boy!” Someone yells and you soon recognize Tommy, with an arm around Carol's shoulders. “Forgot to tell you, buddy. Awesome party tonight at my place.” Tommy smiles and nods at you, and Carol does the same. “My parents aren't home so we'll go hard, all night long and I count on you to set the tone as we like it.” As he speaks, he gives you a weird look. “You don't have to come if you don't want, (Y/N). I know you don't really like it.”

“I'm not going without (Y/N), you know that,” Billy says, and Tommy rolls his eyes.

“C'mon, pal. I planned everything. Wild and dirty, as you like it. I'm sure (Y/N) won't mind you going by yourself, right (Y/N)?”

“I won't. He can–”

“Sorry, guys, I gotta go,” Tommy speaks out, cutting you off. “A lot of things to do. See you there. Bye, my friends.” Waving, both he and Carol walk away.

Billy starts walking again, but you hold his hands, forcing him to stop. “B, I want to go.” You tell him, sighing. These parties aren't your thing, even though you've been to some with Billy. Mostly when it's someone's birthday. But other than that, you've been skipping them. He likes them though, and you don't want to be the one to hold him back. “Let's party and do whatever he meant by wild and dirty.”

Billy giggles, pulling you close. “You have no idea what he meant by that, pretty girl. And you don't have to go, it's alright.”

“No, B. I know you have fun on those things and I really...” You don't want to lie, not to him. So you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Just go, alright? Have fun with your friends and... I just... I don't want to be the one to keep you from doing stuff you like. You know I'm not... I'm not like you in many, many aspects but–”

“(Y/N), listen.” Billy takes both your hands, looking down at you. “I love you.”

“B...”

“Shhh. I love when you call me that but listen.” Cupping your cheeks, he places a quick, soft kiss on your lips. “I love you just like that. Good girl, with perfect grades and so damn polite and friendly that sometimes almost kills me of jealously.” He smiles, kissing your nose. “But I wouldn't change a thing about you. Your... Goodness was exactly what made me fall for you. You're... Everything I'm not. And I'm still perplexed that you love me back.”

You're a blushing mess when he's done speaking, eyes locked on his. “A-are you sure?”

“I am.” He nods, smiling. “Why go to some stupid party when I can stay with you?”

“I'll invite you to dinner then... Let's say... Pizza?”

“Pizza.” He agrees.

“Mr. Hargrove.” The teacher calls, and you both look at her. “The Principal wants to talk to you.”

“Right away.” He says, winking at you.

When Billy enters the Principal office, you wait outside, leaning against the wall. To say you're nervous is an understatement. The Principal's letter is the most important, and you know he needs it very much.

“Sweet (Y/N).” A masculine voice calls, and you immediately look to your left, leaving your bag on the floor. It's Tyler, coming from around the corner. “What are you doing here all alone?”

“What are you doing here? Detention again?” Tyler is the only one of Billy's friends you can't stand. You soon figured out he's more like a parasite, sticking close even though people don't really like him. But still, you try not to treat him like the asshole he is. But it doesn't mean you have to answer his questions.

“No, no.” He smiles, a disgusting smile that sends shivers down your spine. Not the good kind of shivers. “I had to leave something on my locker but now... I'm actually happy I got you alone.” Tyler walks over you, standing a bit too close, making you step back. “Now tell me, (Y/N). What are you doing here? ...All alone?” He leans closer, his mouth close to your ear.

You immediately move away, violently pushing his chest. Tyler always gives you this sensation, as if he's trying to get to you somehow. And you hate it. It makes you feel like you're completely naked under his stare. “What do you think you're doing?” You ask, anger flowing out. “Stay the hell away from me, you jerk.”

Tyler laughs. Out loud, mocking you. You're about to curse again him when it happens.

Tyler moves too fast, an arm encircling your waist. His grip is too strong, and it makes you violently collapse against his chest. “I've trying to get you for far too long, sweetie.” He grunts as you start fighting, pushing him away and still trying to understand what the hell is going on. “If Billy can have you, so can I. Or do you think–” He stops suddenly when you succeed to hit him in the ribs.

“LET GO OF ME!” You manage to push out, as loud as you can, your mind yelling for Billy. But before you can say it, call for him, a hand comes to your mouth, and Tyler's free hand starts wandering through your body.

You feel violated, abused already, but it doesn't matter how hard you try, he's stronger than you.

“Sweet (Y/N), let's...” He starts pulling you, and you do try to resist as much as you can. “...Let's find ourselves some nice supply closet and get more... Comfortable? What do you think, huh? Gonna show you how a man–”

“LET GO OF HER!” The scream, the voice that sounds like thunder, makes your whole body relax at the same time Tyler's grip loosens.

The rest is pure chaos.

Billy grabs Tyler and throws him to the ground. Someone pulls you away from the fight, and you soon recognize Nancy. In her embrace, you hide your face in her hair, and she helps as you fix your clothes.

Your mind is mess, and you can't even process what's happening.

The only thing you know is that you're safe now, away from that monster. And Billy is beating him up into a bloody mess.

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