#toxic codependent yuri

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[juney-blues]

[chuchupurin]

long post under the cut about toxic codependent yuri ^__^

can’t even begin to describe the appeal of juyi and seyeon toxic yuri. it’s like. what if you were a girl who’s lived her entire life bottling up her feelings under a facade of a sweet-faced, eternally patient “older sister” figure. you are so, so angry all the time and for so many reasons. your abusive father. your controlling mother. how the both of them drive away your friends and dictate every aspect of your life, right down to whether you deserve to continue college and what extracurriculars you’re allowed to pursue in your free time. your religious upbringing and the hypocrisy of it all—your horrible parents masquerading as beacons of morality, the pastor and the pastor’s equally saint-like wife. the misogynistic, lustful elders of your church. and the newfound shame rising in you whenever you think about this girl you’ve met in college.

the girl isn’t even nice to you. she’s unapproachable, she only ever hangs out with her girlfriend, and she hates you most of all because she thinks you’re here to steal said girlfriend away. she destroyed your reputation, she tried to get you to drop out of college, she caught you shame-smoking once and is more or less using it as material for blackmail. she’s horrible. she’s so, so unabashedly cruel and selfish.

but you find her beautiful. on your first date ever with a man, you watch a romance film and you think of her as the love interest, embracing you, the leading lady. you’re ashamed. you can’t stop thinking about it. you remember the time you caught her in a suggestive position with her girlfriend— no, the time she let you catch them. you know this because she left the door unlocked, because she lazily opened her eyes at the sound of it opening and smiled as blood rushed to your face. she wanted you to watch. but you wanted to have her. and weeks after, during a university event, when she stopped you from going to a haunted house with her girlfriend by volunteering to go with you instead, you thought about it too: how scared you were, how annoyed she was with you, how she pulled you against her so that you wouldn’t run away from what terrified you. why is that she only looked at you if she saw you as a threat to her relationship? why do you find yourself coming back to her days after she ruined your life? why do you find it exhilarating, flirting with her girlfriend just to rile her up? you show up to her house with bite marks on your neck. she knows who it’s from. she flies into a rage, wraps her hands around your throat. she can’t kill you. she won’t. you only press your body closer to hers.

eventually you’ll realize it’s not really about her. yes, you want her, but more than that, you want the liberation that comes with wanting her. with mirroring her selfishness. all your life, you’ve been so kind, and sweet, and patient, and good. just this once, you want to hurt people the way they hurt you. just this once, you want to be selfish. when you invited her to come to church with you, when she fought that creepy elder she bumped into, when she sat beside you as you prayed, why weren’t you angry? why were you thinking about her scowl, the heat of her thigh pressed against yours? when you clasped your hands, why did you speak to her and not to god? what did you beg her for?

and here, at the climax of your story, when she strips you to half your humanity, when she turns you into a monster not just in heart but in flesh, you’ll only want her all the more. she cuts her arm, presses it to your lips. tells you to drink. you’re an animal now, she says. a monster. no one, not even my girlfriend, will love you.

you don’t respond. you only think about how sweet she tastes.

that night, you murder your father. years from now, you’ll keep untangling the story of how you did it: “i didn’t drain him. i ate him. every last bone.” you wander the streets, looking for the woman you love. a man tries to hurt you, to touch you, but for the first time, you don’t flash a smile to appease. you kill him too. a year later, and you find yourself reuniting with the woman you love. she’s scared of you. why wouldn’t she be? she’s heard of it, the string of corpses you left while looking for her. you embrace her. you kiss her neck. you wrap your hands around her throat. there are so many sins to confess: your father. the moon. the hollow in your stomach where remorse is supposed to be. you want to kill her for turning you into this. this devil. but how could you? she was the first to sense your anger. the first to understand your hunger to hurt. the first to see you without your mask, without your goodness. in corrupting you, she liberated you. what other woman could say that? what other woman could love you that much?

[rosalinesurvived]

With all the Fukuzawa/Chuuya parallels and antiparallels I’m going to come out and say that this would make Fukuchi Shirase

[zepumpkineater]

whatever Simon and Betty had going on was Yuri

[dash-n-step]

she kismesis on her moirail till she matesprit

[longlivedead]

me n who

[poofbark]

the children yearn for bkdk yuri

[i-hear-a-sound]

toxic divorced yuri

[velvet-ii]

tonight was supposed to be different

[madrac]

something something twink boutta pounce

[lazycranberrydoodles]

“Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die—die, sweetly die—into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of that cruelty, which yet is love; so, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.”

doodle of laura from carmilla (1872) because it is october!!!

[mongeese]

controversial but i think kristen and cassandra should've gotten psychosexual with it

[n-clair]

"Why do you love me even after everything I've done?"

Does the sun hate the moon whenever it calls forth a violent tide??? Did Adam hate Eve for taking his hand and leaping from Eden? Would the soil reject the rain after it causes a flood?? Do graveyards close their gates to spirits seeking vengeance?? Will the moon hate the sun when the sun incinerates all life on Earth???

[crustycrackhead]

StarHalo is literally when two knights duel: one is honorable and and one would throw dirt in the other’s eye to gain an advantage. Also they’re sweating and covered in blood.

[transbeeduo]

I don't actually know if you're a drunz enthusiast but I wanted you to know that I was reading back up on old shit so I could rp cpunz in a disc server and I have been fucking losing my mind over the implication that punz and dream killed each other. Like. It's driving me mental. What do you mean punz has seen limbo. What do you mean punz, all lives punz, ever so protective of their lives, always so cautious, willingly lowered their head for dream to kill them. What do you mean dream had to trust punz enough to bring her back. I'm going to put my phone in a woodchipper

NO IM SUCH A DRUNZ ENTHUSIAST DW

I LOVEEEE THEM KILLING EACHOTHER TO TEST THE REVIVE BOOK ITS SO FUCKING GOODDDDD Punz being convinced that this was something that needed to happen, letting himself lose the canon lives that he'd been so careful to not let slip away despite being so guarded and careful around everyone else..... THE THING ABOUT PUNZ BRINGING DREAM BACK TOO IS LITERALLY ALWAYS ON MY MIND (headcanon stuff here kinda but like its still fitting) in Dream's mind they were best friends and maybe even more than that, with Punz being the only person who hadn't "betrayed" her yet... but GOD Punz was like. TERRIFIED to do it because like. They've always been sympathetic to Clingyduo, and atp had seen how bad Dream has gotten and how far gone she is but like. What else is he supposed to do? Where/Who else would he go to? Dream's all they have left..... starts tearing up the walls