#rezero bad

[zeivira]

Re: Zero Arc 3 Fight against the Archbishop of Sloth (Summary)

[suffarustuffaru]

more of otto being Astronomically down bad for subaru for the entirety of rezero breaktime s2 except i cant put the entirety of rezero breaktime s2 so im just gonna put the Highlights: a compilation (part 1)

[koilccc]

InkTober (re:0 edition) day 25: Dangerous

[deafknell]

Decided to read ahead and check out the Reinhard route for Arc 2 (where Subaru asks him to help with the village issue) and man, I can't ever understate how much I love Reinhard.

Subaru: I made it to the royal capital safely, but… I wonder where I can meet him? I called him a friend, but I don't even know where he lives…

Surprisingly, maybe if I call out to him, he'll appear or something…

(Choice: Call) Subaru: Shall we try it? Help me, Rein--

Reinhard: Hey, Subaru! Did you call?

Subaru: I haven't even finished calling for you!?

(Choice: Do not call) Subaru: No matter how extraordinary a person is, there's no way he'll show up just because he's called.

Reinhard: Hey, Subaru! Did you call?

Subaru : I didn't call you! I was just thinking about it!

Subaru: Even so, isn’t it too early to come!?

Reinhard: I didn't expect to have another chance to meet Subaru this quickly.

Subaru: Well, it's no big deal. Now I don't have to go through the trouble of finding you.

Subaru: Actually, I have a big favor to ask you, Reinhard.

Reinhard: I understand, I'll cooperate.

Subaru: I haven't even started explaining yet!

Reinhard: Knowing that you're in trouble is enough for me.

[raechannau]

art stuffs i did today ✨

[mallleus]

… What are you two doing here

[gabbyp09]

[thebloodyviki]

Is the grimace shake meme dead yet? Is it as dead as Rem is after drinking it?

[mishy-mashy]

Hi! I noticed you bring up fanfiction every once in a while, so do you have an ao3?

I DO

But the stuff I post here isn't actually written out and posted anywhere else, and my ao3 (posted stories) is pretty bare. Like, I only touch it to read other people's stuff at this point

Everything I do write is OC stuff though, and that's not everyone's jam

The stuff I do post here all comes from my notes for said fic ideas. They're all fleshed out enough that I can write them into proper stories. Like, the whole plot is figured out, I know where to end, character perspectives, all that jazz. I just don't write them out, since I don't have that motivation, and the stories would end up huge

I don't like posting the actual stories either. People have asked for updates on the new chapters I just put down, and I've run into a lot of copy-pasters. Even the few things I have on ao3 is having a mimic somewhere. So I otherwise keep everything to myself, or post little things here

I've been going through my past stuff lately to reorganize. It's fun. Even if they're old (some are over 5 years old), I find little gems that surprise me like these

(Unordinary; Re:Zero; BNHA)

Like- they aren't that bad. That's surprising. How old are these things???

[skittlespizza]

Ram using modern day mobility aids.

[suffarustuffaru]

yeah so i may have made more of these a while back. um. anyway.

[jellybeansmud]

damn my brain being wired poorly is really annoying

i want to be sad over emotional scenes in shows but my empathy wire is barely plugged in into my brain so most of the data gets lost :( but on the other hand i cry like a bitch on fighting scenes. like girl. what. why are we crying. you didn't care one bit about that guy's tragic backstory and now you are weeping bc swords go swoosh? fucking loser

[deafknell]

Today in "Fun Trivia Found In Untranslated Side Stories" it turns out Julius had initially gone to Reinhard and asked him to be Anastasia's Knight for the royal election???

Her camp formation side story is insanely cute. She gets so mad at Julius for basically trying to set her up with another guy it's hilarious to read. Definitely gonna work on it right after kararagi girl and cat's eye.

[jesterwriting]

scenario: stuck in a timeloop and the only way to restart is to die

pairing: sanji x reader, law x reader, ace x reader (separate)

contents: hurt/comfort, angst, gore, im serious about the gore tw, graphic description of death, post traumatic symptoms, maybe a touch of survivors guilt, breakdowns, time loops, if youve seen rezero you know whats up

word count: 1.6k words

note: okay if theres one thing i love, its angst and hurt comfort, and if there’s one thing i do when i write it, i go crazy with it. my hands were genuinely shaking while i wrote this. hope you enjoy! [evil laughter]

playlist: eleanor by cake bake betty

No matter how many times you died, you couldn’t help but scream when you woke up again. You lost count how many times it happened, and it wasn’t like there was any point in keeping count besides depressing yourself with your numerous failures. This was your power; horrible and nowhere near worth the cost of losing your ability to swim. With every death, you would restart back at a random checkpoint, beginning anew, able to change the way the timeline went. All it took was to die, and lord above, did you die. Sometimes it was quick, other times it was an agony that would haunt you for many loops after.

Your power left you lonely. Friendships you made in one timeline, didn’t exist in others. You remembered when you were young and greeted a friend from a past loop with a hug. Of course, they didn’t know who you were. They no longer remembered the adventures you experienced or the trials you endured, only you held those memories now. They pushed you away with a look of distress, and you cried for hours after that, burdened with the knowledge that whatever friendship you had before, was gone forever now.

You isolated yourself after that.

It wasn’t until recently that you found yourself with a crew, though no one knew of your ability. You hated talking about it, hated reliving each death again and again. Every time you felt strong enough to speak about it, you always ended up dying and resetting everything back to the status quo. You were surrounded by friends, but so completely, and utterly alone. It was a worm in your gut, chewing on you from within and tearing you apart.

Now, here you were. Dying again.

Failing again.

Your eye spasmed in your skull, the other nothing more than jelly in your socket. The taste of iron pooled in your mouth as you hunched over, organs squirming like maggots from the wound on your abdomen. Sobs wracked your body. With shaking hands, you scooped your entrails into the crook of your arm in hopes that you could put them back inside of you. They were slimy and warm, and you were reminded of eels, or perhaps hagfish.

Everything hurt. You were so afraid, you couldn’t breathe. There was a loud bang and a heavy pressure on your chest. Or maybe, your inability to catch your breath stemmed from the bullet that had pierced through your ribcage and into your lungs. When did that happen? You didn’t know, you didn’t care, all you knew was that you didn’t want to die.

Of course, you didn’t get a say in the matter. Before you knew it, your muscles were going slack and your body was crumpling to the ground. Blood poured from between your lips as your tongue wagged numbly in your mouth. If you weren’t careful, you might bite it off. It had happened before, and you died drowning in your own blood rather than to the slow drain of your wounds. Maybe, if you were lucky, you could have been saved then.

Not now, though. Your guts were supposed to be inside you, not spewed and steaming on the ground.

And, just like that, it was over.

You awoke in bed and screamed. With gasping breaths, your hands frantically felt the intact skin of your belly, and your bulletless chest. Though you were safe, the ghost of your pain lingered like a knife against your back. Sobs tore from your throat as you curled in on yourself.

It had been a long time since a death this bad. So lost in your own misery — again, again, it happened again, why won’t it stop? — you didn’t hear the door open until it was too late.

“Black Leg” Sanji

Sanji was across the room, scooping you into his arms before you were able to blink. You gasped and squirmed slightly as he rubbed your back. A part of you was still there, bleeding out on the ground, and your heart wouldn’t stop hammering wildly in your chest, even as Sanji murmured sweet nothings into your ear. Phantom pain gripped you, and your stomach clenched when you remembered just how slimy your insides were as you tried to put them back where they belonged.

“I’m here, love, I’m here.”

That only made you cry more. Your breath hitched as you gripped the back of his dress shirt in your fist and buried your face into the crook of his neck. You were hyperventilating, afraid that the bullet in your chest followed you into this loop, threatening to drag you under again. You died in Sanji’s arms once before, and the terror on his face had etched itself into your brain forever. It couldn’t happen again, you would drag yourself away to die alone under a rock if you could help it.

Sanji’s hand shook as he stroked your hair. “What happened? Tell me what’s wrong.”

Finally, you caught your breath and wiped the tears from your face. With a watery smile, one you were sure was nowhere near as convincing as you wanted if Sanji’s worried expression was anything to go by.

“I had a nightmare,” You said.

If Sanji knew you were lying, he didn’t say anything. He only held you while you desperately pretended that you had stopped trembling.

Trafalgar Law

Law was the last person who you wanted to see like this. He carried too much already. You were sure that he would crumble if he knew the weight you had been carrying right under his nose. Frantic, you pawed at your face to remove the evidence of your breakdown as if he hadn’t heard you screaming moments before.

“Hey,” He said softly, crouching beside you to gently grab you by the shoulders. Law squeezed, and you took a shaky breath and remembered where you were. You weren’t dying alone in the middle of nowhere, you were on the Polar Tang, with Law, somewhere on the Grand Line.

You sniffled and cracked a small smile. “Hey.”

Unwanted visions of your previous death assaulted you from behind your eyes. A sharp gasp tore from your throat as your arms snaked around your middle to hold your organs inside. It still hurt, why did it still hurt? You were safe now, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fucking fair.

Gently, Law pried your arms from your abdomen and pulled up your shirt to inspect it. “I don’t see any external injuries…”

You watched the possibility of an internal injury flit across his face. Before the word ‘room’ left his lips, you shook your head and choked on another sob.

“I had a dream I died,” You admitted the half truth with the sour taste of bile on your tongue.

Law’s brows knit and he let out a small, “Ah.”

Awkward, not yet used to the affection you bestowed upon him so readily, he wrapped his long arms around you with a small pat on your back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“If I died, you need to know I would never blame you.” It came out of nowhere, but it was the only thing you could think to say. The truth was, you would blame yourself, you had a lot of experience doing that, though you thought better of saying that aloud.

Law didn’t say anything in response, his thumb rubbing gentle circles between your shoulder blades.

Portgas D. Ace

“What happened? Why are you crying?” Ace was talking before he even reached you, pulling you against his bare chest before you even had a chance to realize he was here. His scent filled your nose, filled your head, until you were hysterical and pulling him as close as possible.

“Was someone here? Did someone hurt you?” With his righteous anger, his body temperature rose as harmless flames licked your fingers. All you could do was cry, so captivated with the man in front of you, your death was all but forgotten.

“No, no, I’m okay.” You pulled back to study his face, your own stained with snot and tears. He practically glowed in the moonlight that streamed through your window. Even at night, Ace shone like the sun. Your clumsy hands found his freckles, sweeping across the bridge of his nose and down his cheeks to his lips. Flesh and bone, alive and whole. You sobbed harder, low keening whines ripping from your throat before you could stop them.

“Had- Had a dream you were gone.”

Ace pulled you tighter against him. “Oh, babe, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

With your fingers tangled in his hair, Ace rocked you back and forth, hushing you softly while you wished to tear open your ribcage and keep him safe inside your body forever. The only way to get to him would be to rip you apart, and even then, you would come back again, stronger than ever. No one would be able to take him from you. You had died too many times to count, faced pain time and time again, there was no torture you wouldn’t endure if it meant you wouldn’t lose your sun.

How many loops had it been? How many times have you had to watch Ace die?

You’d save him this time, you would make sure of it.

[princessmeepa]

Is it me or dose Pink RS and Toxic Princess from the princess’ jewels feel similar

Note the authors in two different webcomics are different, RS has an unhealthy celebrity crush and a Lolita Fetish and while the Princess’ Jewels author Alove is a disgusting human being and she is a pedo.

Both of them are sexy and beautiful Mary Sue girl boss and they show toxic femininity and girls look up to them as role models, for example Pink RS bullies all the nymphs for liking her man meat and Toxic Princess treats men like toys and she forced one of them to join her “Jewelry Box” and she bullies and fat shames her fiancé (because he’s not hot).

They have beautiful art style and cute clothes. 

The Red guy with great personality and he’s a 10, but He’s a simp to the main Mary girl.

Look we got POC with no personality and not treating them like they are real humans and they are there for points (sick)

The only likable characters (don’t know about Toxic Princess’ mother though)

We got toxic relationships like Christian Blue and Pink RS, and Toxic Princess and her poor Jewels.

Sex sense that some how not getting censored or banned from breaking Webtoons rule which is no sexual themes and romanticize abuse and it is on app that is for kids to look at.

Another girl boss like Hera and Yellow queen who are friends with the main girls who are way worse then them.

And again they are the role models of very young girls to up to which it’s bad, because there are no beautiful, sexy and girly female characters in today’s American entertainment and they flat out go to Webtoon, because they have beautiful and sexy female characters on here, so they can look up and they look up Pink RS and Toxic Princess, because they are pretty and didn’t look past their pretty faces to see how awful they are. If you want to look up to any female characters then I would recommend you to watch Japanese anime and read manga, because they have a hand full of amazing writing female characters who are feminine and the opposite of a Mary Sue/Toxic feminine here are the list.

Mitsuri from Demon Slayer

Eve from ROR

Duck/Princess Tutu from Princess Tutu

Nana Komatsu from Nana

Yor Forger from Spy x Family

Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon from Sailor Moon

Najika Kazami from Kitchen Princess

Anise Yamamoto from Kiss of the Rose Princess

Kaede Sayano and Yoruka Hanzawa from Magical Girl Apocalypse

Diamond (I know that she dosen’t have a gender in the manga and anime and I only see her as female) from Land of the Lustrous

Rem from Rezero

Lum from Urusei Yatsura

Ami from Ultra Cute

Kuon Shinzaki from High-Rise Invasion

Yammy (just kidding) is Komi from Komi can’t communicate 

Yumeko Jabami (kinda) from Kakegurui

And many more

[bpd-blorbo-bracket]

Natuski Subaru Propaganda

OK so this guy is like. he's Up There on my personal list of best BPD rep . i actually had to stop watching rezero because it was too accurate and it hurt too bad. like "left me physically shaking feeling ill in my kitchen for half an hour just to process what just happened" hurt too bad. i didn't realize it was BPD at the time because i didn't know much about it and i didn't know that i had BPD at the time either. so i just thought it was the suicidality that hit so hard. but no im pretty sure in hindsight it's the BPD.

natsuki subaru is a … well, I'm pretty sure the audience is supposed to think he's pathetic, or narcissistic (i mean this literally, im not using the word as some kind of slur-- i don't hc him as narcissistic personally, he's just got that "overinflated ego" anime archetype, you know? like he seems like the writers want to portray him as kind of "annoying/useless/helpless/weak but thinks he's amazing and keeps getting in the way etc." or something). i personally think he feels too consciously inadequate at all points in time to hc as narcissistic, and i would argue that it is actually he himself that feels disgusted with himself/thinks he's annoying and useless etc. (as opposed to just the narrative). anyway point being, he has a huge sense of inferiority and being a burden, and he tries to make up for it with everything he has-- and i mean EVERYTHING he has, since he has the ability to rewind time to some kind of temporal checkpoint when he dies. he is shown as clearly suicidal from episode 1 however it is only made explicit a while down the line (when he consciously chooses to die on screen in order to reset time).

he cares SO much what other people think and it very often seems like the only thing on his mind is how to prove that he's helpful and a good person to his crush. he does things like demanding a favor— a limitless, boundless favor— and then asking for that favor to be a smile, or a friendly greeting/introduction, or the right to be employed by that person. he's clearly happy and a little proud of this, like he's earning Social Points by Earning the right to something really big and only taking something very small. he seems like he's constantly trying to make up for and scrub out and dilute some kind of stain that he feels on his soul that makes him feel unwantable on some kind of fundamental level. He tries so so hard to be worthy of Love but his idea of love isn't even like, a healthy functional relationship, it's just the idea that someone would want him if even just to use him and let him die for them over and over and over. he constantly makes a fool of himself but it doesn't faze him because he already feels like a worthless fool. he tries so hard. so so hard. he drives himself to breaking point trying to solve everything alone because he simultaneously thinks that he is so special and gifted that he's the only one who can, and ALSO simultaneously he believes that he's worth so little that he doesn't deserve to avoid it; if he is able— and he is the only one who IS able— then he will go through as much as he has to in order to make the people around him feel safe and pleased with him.

the dissociation is driven mostly by the supernatural forces so im neglecting that too but. he . yeah.