#the answer is girlfailure

[bananakeiky]

guess my fav

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[aftermorgue]

[jfkisonthemoon]

YES QUARK AND TENMYOUJI UNDERSTANDER!!!!!!!! i have a 90-120 min presenation on tenmyouji end. and have written endless endless analysis about them and why theyre SO INTERESTING AND HOW UNDERRATED QUARK'S WRITING IS. always so wonderful to see appreciators. i have been obsessed with them for like ten years now. family....

thank FUCK theres another tenmyouji and quark appreciator in this world!!!!!!!!! tenmyouji junpei spent his WHOLE LIFE dedicated to looking for akane but he still got to have this one thing! hes still so kind that he tried to figure out how to parent an orphaned kid on his own. JUNPEI HAS A KID AND HE NAMED HIM QUARK!! HE NAMED HIM QUARK BECAUSE HES SMALL AND TOUGH!! he loves that kid so much that he puts akane on backburner after spending DECADES trying to find her. he tries to teach quark so he will be okay once he dies. he brings quark with him to the nonary game because he cant just leave him alone. the ending where he carries quark through the 9 door while his bp is still down is so sad. youre telling me quark is going to wake up with the dead body of his grandpa just sitting there! thats heartbreaking! he bought the kid a root beer float. quark is probably one of the only things that keeps him going in his old age as he slowly realizes hes likely not going to be able to see akane again. and quark trusts and loves him so much! theyre so. theyre literally family. the fear he must have felt when quark was diagnosed with radical-6. realizing he was going to have to watch his kid kill himself. quark is so young and energetic and hes so old and traumatized and they balance each other out in a way thats so interesting to see. he spent all night looking for quark in the rain and collapsed when quark ran away! tenmyouji junpei adopted a kid and he did such a fucking good job as a grandfather, he loves quark so much and quark really loves him and knows him. in both nonary games hes been in, tenmyouji junpei has been able to survive only because of the love he has for someone else in the game.

[wondertwinsenthusiast]

If dick grayson isn't written as a huge loser and (a bit of an) assh0le, is it actually dick grayson? @ tom tayl0r

(This was brought up by my ten yo sister who came up to me and asked "isn't dick grayson a bit of a jerk? He is? Hmm." And left.)

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

Who's your favorite mastermind? Mines Tsumugi but they all have their own appeal <3

I ALSO LOVE TSUMUGI MOST!! She's my third favourite v3 character!! All the masterminds have something really fun and unique to them but I love the ending of v3 and Tsumugi's a really big part of that. Her cosplay switching sequence is so cool and I was so thrilled to have a mastermind actually in the game the whole time deceiving everyone, cause Junko was out of the picture and Hajime/Izuru had no memory of the USB drive he brought in.

Also, because I got spoiled that she was the mastermind when I was playing 3-5 the first time, I had a lot of fun pretending I didnt know tsumugi was the mastermind but making jokes about it to my friends. It was also cool to see her in that new light while replaying the games. She's a really interesting character, I love her a lot.

[dreadfuldevotee]

wait what's the accidental poisoning story???

I cant find the full interview but this clipping is going around twitter right now

[utilitycaster]

I've thought about the 'why didn't Delilah just go full vamp' question a lot! Within Dnd's canon becoming a vampire is supposed to kinda nudge your emotions and perceptions to the most extreme versions of themselves over time. I've always wondered if Sylas' somewhat single-minded devotion to Delilah was an extension of that, and the Sylas we see might be different from how he was in life (and delilahs on the copium over it because sunk cost fallacy) and she doesn't want that for herself.

That's fair! I'm not sure if Matt used that lore or not but that's a definite possibility. To be honest that was also half-joking and I think there's a valid point to be made that there was never a good time for it - she died and went into a clone body after the Briarwoods arc, then she was still working on Vecna stuff which may have required her to be living, and then got killed a second time mid-battle. It might have been her retirement plan for if Vecna took over (or, frankly, if he didn't) but she instead got killed again and stuck inside Laudna's brain.

[subsequentibis]

7, 16?

hey i just fully fuckin forgot to answer these meta oc questions. whoops. let's do sal for these!

7. Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe? sal is intelligent and hyperspecialized into her field of study. she reads situations quickly, picking up on small details and catches things that others might have missed. she's remarkably good at avoiding attention and a good runner, having both decent speed and the stamina to keep it up over long distances. she genuinely works to understand people even when she struggles to figure out social intricacies, because if she can at least work out how people tick she can predict reactions to a degree.

i gave her those traits because she was originally a vampire the masquerade nosferatu pc, but in-universe she's an obsessive loner who was bullied incessantly and found her niche QUICK to survive, and then got a job in a field that required her to work with a lot of people daily and really get to know them to be successful, and had to adapt.

16. What aspect(s) of the universe's lore are they connected to? Do they change/add lore to the universe? HAHA OH BOY. sal is quite literally connected to the fun flesh eating parasitic fungus that kickstarts the plot. she'll be the main vehicle for Lore about it because she's the only one who cares enough to figure anything out about it instead of trying to destroy it.

[pridefound]

the pride i feel for dee whenever she's smooth and / or happy with a partner here is so embarrassing. what am i, her mom?

[dayfright]

@tequilamoonrock burnt an offering: "how long have you been standing there?" ( HEAR ME OUT. JI-WOON AT MI-KYUNG )

【  ❝ you’re going to think this is really funny. ❞  debatable. mi-kyung continues ,   ❝  i could tell you were running around somewhere really closeby. i could hear you. so, y’know, i did what anyone would do and hid down here… but, um, you wouldn’t leave. i could still hear you. b-but, um… it took me until the screaming to realize…   ❞  at this point words had been nearly entirely exchanged with intermittent giggles. ❝ …we were on two different floors…! i was below you the entire time,  a-and neither of us had any idea! isn’t that so silly?  

… but, we’re on the same floor now. you’re down here with me. hi.  ❞  】

[amarimeta]

can u add sakura haruno from nrt to the girlfailure poll. pls😭

sakura is NOT a girlfailure she's just surrounded by other failures so it looks like she is...

[archonfurina]

Why did you put -archive? Are you gonna switch blogs? If so, will you post your new url?

Hi! So I was going to delete this one but I don't think I'm brave enough. And I don't want to lose all my lovely mutuals and followers. So I changed it to archive because I was thinking of creating a new account for my break. (I have it now at @archonfurinas) But it's probably gonna be a break of like.. two to three days instead lmao because I miss you all so much already. And it doesn't seem to make me not keep checking if my crush sent me a message or not. So I might as well come back soon and think of something else I could do.

[zephyr-draws]

Beta Intelligent Robbery Device

[coveredinsun]

i’ve seen gimleaf fics where they each try to find out how to court by the other’s traditions. and i love those, so i think they ought to be taken a step further. and i think the way to do that would be, naturally, to make bagginshield real. allow me to explain why. ahem. after the ring is destroyed, girlfailure legolas spends two weeks poring over The Ancient Texts and stressing because his one (1) friend who WOULD help him (that’s aragorn) knows jack shit about dwarves beyond the surface (no pun intended) (well gandalf knows things but gandalf is a bitch) (he would just smile at legolas knowingly and wish him good luck instead of giving him answers).

so alas, girlfailure “shit tier ass elf” legolas is left to like, idk, sulk or something in the garden he starts at the Bestie Residence in minas tirith. and after like 2 days sam’s had enough he’s like “dude your vibes are upsetting the plants.” and legolas is like “my bad bro. it just seems i know nothing about dwarves which i probably should’ve thought about before, by elf standards, getting hitched in vegas.” and sam is like “oh dwarves? just ask mister frodo ^_^ he knows tons about dwarves!” and legolas is like “what the shit? him in particular? why does he anything about dwarves?” and sam leans in reaaaalllllll close and whispers behind his hand, “well you see mister elf, mister legolas, sir, there’s always been a very healthy amount of rumors that go around in the shire about mister frodo’s uncle, mister bilbo, and the letters he used to exchange with a certain king under the mountain.” and legolas, who was THERE, is like

[feverdreamsandlucidnightmares]

Nicholas D. Wolfwood is just The Guy to me lmao like he’s got eldest daughter syndrome/trauma, he’s got religious trauma, he has authority issues, he has medical trauma, he’s gonna get in a fight, he’s introduced getting hit by a car, he’s hyper competent, he’s the most girlfailure, he’s been permanently exhausted his whole fucking life but especially since he was like 12, he experienced rapid personal growth bc a sweet, pretty guy was nice to him and believed in him, he’s good with kids but he’s never going to have any, he cares about so many people and would take that as direct slander, he believes violence can definitely be an answer, he chain smokes, he thinks he’s edgy and cool, he’s doomed by the narrative and he knows it — like there are so many ways for so many people to project wildly onto him and it’s so fun

[sophswritingthings]

hello !! so like, i suddenly got a fever due to flu season (just when finals was over 😭) and i have this scenario in mind where mizu takes care of sick!reader/the other way around.

mizu w/ sick!reader

i imagine her to not be so good at it, only handling stitches and gash wounds whenever she gets hurt. so, when it's about fevers/other internal illnesses (+ the fact that no one probably showed her how to treat and deal with it), i think mizu goes on auto pilot and does whatever she thinks might work 😭

of course, being the kind soul that he is, ringo may offer his assistance. but mizu wants to be the one to take care of you.

[ + bonus points if mizu and reader has some sort of distance instead of having a close bond. imagine mizu grumbling how weak reader is and reader just goes, "you don't know what you're doing, do you?" ]

reader w/ sick!mizu

mizu rarely gets sick, she doesn't even remember the last time she had it. or the feeling of someone treating her while she laid down, vulnerable, somewhere hidden from view─or in bed, if she were lucky.

i think she's the type to neglect herself. saying "it'll pass" while wobbly holding her sword. this also explains why she doesn't know how to treat others, (ahem, you), as she had only sucked it up and dealt with it like another obstacle on the road.

im so sorry this is kind of long 😭 i love your works so much!!

a/n: THIS IS SO SWEEEET. and yes, mizu is 100% a girlfailure when it comes to this sort of thing

warning(s): swearing

word count:  710 words / 3,782 characters

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pairing: mizu x fem!sick!reader 

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“could you lie down, please? for gods sake,” mizu narrowed her eyes at you, ushering you back toward the bed. she heads for a table on the other side of the room, littered with poultices. 

did she have any clue what to do with them?

hell no.

but she would try whatever she thought could work, you being sick would only hinder your progress on the quest. and no way could she have that.

and she didn’t want you to be hurting, either.

you gaze at her across the room, your face was red and puffy—hot and under the weather. you can barley see her, due to your disoriented feeling, but she knew for a fact she had no fucking clue what she was doing.

“.. mizu,” you rasp. “you don’t know what you’re doing… do you?”

mizu freezes, if only for a second. she sighs, grumbling something under her breath.

“no,” she answers blankly. “I do not.”

“then why didn’t you take ringo’s help? I’m sure he knows something,” you murmur, your eyes trained on her as she walks over to you. she settles down on the edge of the bed.

her hand gently brushed the side of your face, “I want to be the one to care for you,” she whispers. “you’re my responsibility. I brought you out here, it’s my job to care for you.”

you’re not sure your face could get anymore flushed, but it somehow does, your heart pounding in your chest as your stomach drops.

“oh,” your mouth forms a cute little “o” shape, casting your gaze downward.

she chuckles, taking your hand and pressing a quick kiss to it.

“you’re going to get yourself sick,” you protest, watching as she gathers herself back to her feet—and heads for the table again.

“I don’t get sick, (y/n).” she shoots back.

“everyone gets sick at some point, mizu. even you. doesn’t matter if you think you’re built of—“ you cough in between words, “—steel, even.”

she scoffs, “I don’t think I’m made of steel. steel is a pure, strong metal. something I am not. nowhere close to it.”

you sigh. you never liked the way she talked about herself.

“whatever you think you are, mizu.. everyone gets sick. even you.” you reply.

she decides not to respond, this time, not wanting to argue you when you don’t feel well. she listens as the door opens, revealing ringo with a bowl of soup. he smiled, and placed it down on your bedside table.

“thank you, ringo,” you rasp, returning his infectious smile.

“of course, (y/n),” he replies, glancing at mizu. “are you sure you do not need help, master? I heard—“

she cuts him off with her hand, “I’ve got it, ringo. thank you.”

he seems surprised she even thanked him; but he nods his head and slides out of the room.

she grabs a poultice from the table, and walks over to you. she sets in down in your hands, gesturing for you to drink. 

you look at her, skeptical that this is one that will even work.

“it isn’t poison,” she grumbled. “I know what poison looks like.”

you chuckle weakly, “I’m sure you do,” you gulp down the poultice, gaging a little at its bitter taste. “my fucking god.”

she laughs at your reaction, reaching over you in the bed and grabbing the bowl of soup.

“.. are you going to feed me?” you giggle, watching as she slides the noddles onto the chopsticks. for a minute, you thought she was joking. “oh. you’re serious?”

your heart flutters at the thought.

“does it look like I’m joking?” she raises an eyebrow.

you advert yourself gaze, “no.”

“than why are you asking?” she offers you the food again, waiting for you to take it. 

you lean forward, and slurp the noddles into your mouth. “not sure,” you mumble between your food.

“then eat and be quiet,” she murmured. 

you do as your told; smiling as she gently fed you. mizu was never so.. gentle. but you could see her hands shaking, she was scared she would fuck something up.

but here you were… sitting in front of her, having her feed you in your time of need.

you couldn’t help but love her.

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pairing: sick!mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing 

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mizu’s breathing was a bit raspy, a bit heavy as she held her sword wobbly in her hand. being sick was not something she dealt with often.

“mizu,” you narrow your eyes, “you need to sit down.”

“no.” she said firmly, her voice a bit raspy— “it’ll pass, (y/n).”

“I don’t care if “it’ll pass”. you need to sit down. now.” you commanded, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her down.

her eyes widen, staring up at you. she was never so forcefully handled, everyone was always so scared of her cold demeanor. 

“.. okay,” she whispered.

“lie back in the bed—and I’ll get you some soup and some medicine. i think ringo’s almost done,” you gently gesture for her to lie down.

she does as she’s told, for once in her life. listening to other people was never her strong suit. but she didn’t feel well, and you wanted to care for her. 

being cared for wasn’t… normal, to her. she never had a caring mother. her ex-husband tried to turn her in for a bounty.. care from someone else was new.

when you returned, you came back with a bowl of soup, and some medicine. a sticky, disgusting poultice. 

“you need to take this,” you hand her the poultice. she gazed at it, disgusting in her hand. but she quickly took it, repulsed by the taste. “it’ll help, I promise.”

“.. right,” she rasped. her eyes travel to the bowl of soup, her eyes alone asking you to hand it to her.

“in a sec,” you place it on the table beside the bed, pulling at her overcoat. she almost jumped out of her skin. “relax.”

you pulled off her overcoat, taking off the layer beneath it, as well. all she was left in was her wrapped, binded chest.

“It’ll make you more comfortable,” you whisper. “eat.”

now, she was happy to do that.

she grabbed the bowl and slowly began to eat, making sure to be slow and steady—she didn’t want to be throwing up her guts later. not in front of you, at the least.

you slide into bed next to her, gently rubbing her sides with your fingers.

she leans into your touch almost instantly. god, why was she so weak to you?

“you’re going to make yourself sick,” she whispers.

“I don’t care,” you grumble back. “my only job right now, is to care for you. sound good?”

she scoffs, adverting her gaze. “.. sounds good.”

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a/n: HEYYYY holiday is over, back to your regularly scheduled programming!! (I did get p!nk tickets tho guys so that’s cool <3)