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lolita-lollipop · 5 months

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UVOGIN X READER

warnings: yandere(stalking implied), reader is not okay, bad upbringing, kidnapping.

Kinda long but it’s okay

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Ever since you were nothing but a child, the world had chosen to bring you misfortune. A dead mother, a father who is would love you if alcohol didn’t exist, a lack of friends, or family, or anybody who cared.

Your life was an endless cycle of misery and misfortune. You were cursed with the worst luck possible.

As a girl you were bullied, living in a small town the knowledge that your mother was killed brutally spread fast, and the kids at school would take anything to fuck somebody up. It only got worse when your dad did nothing to stop it. So you grew up an outsider, somebody completely alienated from the rest of the people your age.

The worst part about it, was that there was nothing you could do to fix it. You were strong enough to fight them back and win, nor were you smart enough to get them caught by the schools or their parents. So you had to live with it.

Your unlucky tendencies carried with you all the way into adulthood. You had somehow managed to get into a good college, miles and miles away from your small hometown, where your past couldn’t follow you. But by that time you had no clue how to socialize like a normal person, so you only made a few friends in your first year. Even so, your life was going better than it ever had, you had more friends than you’d ever accomplished to make in your childhood, your roommate cared for you, being much older and much wiser. And you were happy.

Then, you got a call. From the exact person you had been avoiding since you stepped foot out of that awful town. That awful place.

“Y/n… I’m sick” your father sounded older, his voice was scratchy and weak now. Probably from the endless amount of cigarettes he smoked, you knew that your dad would never call you unless he actually needed you. He hadn’t even tried to contact you since you left, barely caring enough to send you a happy birthday text. You were a last resort to him, that much you knew for certain.

“And.”

“I need you to come back. To come home. My legs, my legs don’t work anymore. Please baby…I miss you.” You could hear the lies dripping from every word he spoke, that’s the sweet tone you had only ever heard from your father when he wanted something. Usually it was something as minuscule as money or whiskey or weed. Like usual, he knew you didn’t know how to say no to him when he dangled that ghost of affection in your face. And like usual, you chased after it like an idiot.

That’s what you were, an idiot. You knew ut, your father knew it. Who would go back to a life of misery, back to a town filled with only sad memories, of pain. Who would be stupid enough to fall for the manipulation of an old man who barely raised you? You would.

So, you packed your stuff up from your dorm, opting for the online classes your college offered. And prepared for the long drive home in an old car you bought for half the already low price.

And here you were. Standing in your local grocery store , in your pajamas, trying to decide if you had enough money for snacks for the drive home. Bags under your eyes from sleepless nights, a heavy weight pulling down on your shoulders as you accepted your fate, doomed to a small town full of bullies and lying snakes.

The melancholy of your situation weighed down on you, showing on your face, the frown lines deepening as you sucked yourself deeper into a depressive black hole. Blankly staring at the small bags of corn chips and popcorn, you let your shoulders sag. Exhaustion reading on your posture. You didn’t know how long you were standing there, nor did you care. Not until a string band tapped your shoulder a few times, sending your head to snap up, and your eyes to snap out of it.

“You alright there doll? Ya look a little bit… dead” a gruff voice spoke, it was scratchy and rough. Not in the way your fathers was (withered with age and years of vices), but natural. Husky. Pulling yourself up from your spacing out, you straightened your back, screaming your neck up to see him. The man was fucking giant, taller than anybody you had ever seen before, with tattoos speckling his neck and arms. You stood there for a few moments, staring in awe at the man whom you hadn’t realized was actually pretty terrifying in person. Maybe you were just tired, or stressed, or scared, but the way he stared made you want sink into your own skin and disappear. It was unsettling, how his stare weighed down on your shoulders and pulled you back away from him.

“Uhh- Yeah man. I’m good.” You spoke in your quiet voice, pulling your shoulder as far away from his hand as you could. You sent him a tight lipped smile, and returns to your decision between what bagged snack you would pick. You tried to ignore him, who stayed put in his spot next to you despite your obvious dismissal to his advance on a conversation.

You spotted him in your peripheral vision, staring at you. That heavy feeling never left you, and the longer the giant man stayed there, the heavier and heavier it weighed down.

“The popcorn is gross here. It comes stale even in a sealed bag. I wouldn’t get it if ya don’t wanna feel sick tommorow” he spoke again, leaning down to be at your eye level. You glanced back at him, remaining indifferent despite your ever-quickening heartbeat. His eyes were still focused on yours, while your pen glanced over his physical appearance.

It wasn’t just his height that made yoh hneasy, he was wide in a muscular way, with a beard that put the men of your hometown to shame. There were slight twinges of Greg throughout his long hair, and while he was well kept and smelled nice, he had messy, almost unhinged undertone. And yoh had managed to gather all of that without even talking to him much. You gave another right smile, before throwing the chips back and placing the popcorn in your basket (doing it almost to spite the man) among the advil and energy drinks. You almost missed the way his eyes scanned over your cart. Almost.

“Thanks” with that, you were off, trudging your way to the front of the store with your basket in tow, you heard a pair of heavy footsteps behind you, and the cashier glanced up for a couple seconds. A recognizable look of fear flashed on her face for no longer than a moment, before the bells of the front doors let out a cheery jingle. And the man was gone.

The repetitive beep of the checkout machine rang through the storefront, as the woman made no move to strike up a conversation with you, her eyebags sinking almost worse than your own. You had almost worked here at some point, when you first arrived to the big city. You were glad you didn’t now, as you didn’t want to be subjected to whatever this pooor woman clearly had been through.

She just kept beeping through your groceries, bagging them up, and setting them off to the side for you to grab. When she was finally finished she placed the pricing machine down and stared at yoj like she was waiting for something, you pulled your card out of your pocket and gave it to her, but she immediately handed it right back. You sighed, partially in confusion and partially of exhaustion. Of all times, now was not the moments for somebody to mess with you, at two AM at a stupid grocery store. You stared right back as she held the card out to you, waiting for you to grab it.

“He paid for your shit. Just take it”

Huh

Strange.

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That night you went home with a weird feeling in your stomach, you know when something feels like it’s gonna go wrong? Yeah. That. You chose to blame it on your father, knowing that you would not be met with a joyful arrival home.

The feeling stuck with you all along the drive to your little stupid house in the middle of nowhere, the popcorn you had bought did actually end up being gross, but it didn’t change the satisfaction you got from denying that man of you following his advice. Your radio was cutting in and out, your car was on the verge of breaking down, and your ac didn’t work anymore, leaving you sweaty and sticky in your car.

You weren’t wrong in assuming that it wouldn’t be a happy “welcome home”, it would’ve been nice yeah, but it wasn’t a surprise when you pulled up to your house and there was no short outside. The dead grass of your front yard, and withering plants of what once was your guarden spoke for itself how your father had been taking care of the property. Leafy vines had started to overtake the front wall of your home, the place looked abandoned. Sad.

After a few deep breaths of preparation for whatever fight that was about to come, you hopped out of your truck and began the short truck to your front door. The small glass frame above it was smashed with many small cracks across the surface.

It was sad really. The house once looked somewhat presentable, none of the houses in the area looked to be well kept or highly perfected in the visual category, they never looked that way, but at least you could tell it was a home for someone whether it be the old lady next door with kids who don't care about her and more debt she could handle, or the couple across the street you used to hear screaming at each other through the night. Somebody really lived in those homes, your house looked like an empty shell.

The pavement leading up to the front door was cracked and probably permanently stained with dirt or paint or blood or alcohol, the little garden you used to try to keep alive while you were little was shriveled and blackened by the sun, no lights were on in the house, and it was dead silent. You hated this place, you hated that you were back here, you hated that you still cared for this empty pit of shame and misery of a home. Cared for a man that had hurt you so very many times.

Approaching the door, you didn't even care to knock or ring the bell, the electricity in your house had long been cut off so it wouldnt matter, and if your father was expecting you he wouldnt mind if you just walked in. It was your house, anyway. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you let a deep breath calm down your running heart and pushed it open.

…

Unsurprisingly, the house was dead silent, a creak resonating through the open space as the noise bounced wall to wall. You could hear your heartbeat as you walked over the rest of the broken glass from the window, leaving quiet crunches under your feet. Just breathing the air in your home sent awful memories of childhood to race across your brain, it smelled like your dad, like alcohol and cigarettes and unhappiness and anger. It even looked miserable in here, almost just as bad, if not worse, than outside.

Flicking on your phone flashlight, little flecks of broken glass reflected the light, they were scattered across the entire house, maybe from the broken front window, maybe from other windows in the house. Your dad was never one for cleaning, knowing him he must've gotten upset and broken a couple. With no one else to clean it, he probably left it there. That's how he is, how he's always been. Why did you love him? How stupid were you?

“Dad?” you called, but it echoed through the home. You now realize just how empty it truly was, no more furniture was scattered here or there or anywhere, it was just empty and sad. Fitting. Really fucking fitting.

“Dad? You called me?” You called once more, still only getting the creaks of the old house in return. You took another deep breath, the smell was starting to get to you, this was supposed to be easier for you now, you were an independent woman now, and the smell of your childhood home shouldn't have you spiraling like it did. You shouldn't have come here.

“I drove all the way out here for you. If you weren't gonna show you could've just called me. Go to hell, asshole.” still awaiting an answer. You knew he wasn't here, and you certainly knew it was stupid to talk to an empty house, but you wasted gas and good money for this. Wasted money on a man who didn't even care enough to show his face. Wasted money to go back to a life you've been clawing to escape from.

You didn't even realize you were crying until you felt the tears start to roll down your cheeks.

It hurt to be here, genuinely, the floors felt like they were trying to soak you up and suffocate you, the walls felt like they were closing in, and the ceilings felt like they were slowly crushing you. What were you supposed to do? You spent so long running away from this place, how could you let yourself be dragged back here, especially for no reason?

Your eyes fell to your feet, sucking in air as best as you could, you tried your hardest to keep your soft cries from turning into sobs. There wasn't anybody to hide your tears from, but it felt wrong, you shouldn't let yourself be this upset. You know.

Your cries halted when you spotted a dark patch of carpet in between the space where your feet were planted, not tears or water or even alcohol, it was bright red. Blood, and not the kind that's gone brown because it's been sitting for so long. This was new, recent blood. The dead silence of the house now had you frozen in spot. Could somebody have broken in? Your eyes followed a now obvious trail of spots leading toward your mom's old bedroom.

They slept in different rooms before she died, whether it was because they hated or other or were scared of each other (or both) he never went in there. Never.

You should leave. Shouldn't you? You should leave, he's not your problem anymore, he abandoned you when you were little, and kicked you to the curb. He deserved whatever was coming to him, he had it coming. You should leave, you should leave, you should leave, you should leave.

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But you can't.

Even though you were actively willing to run out the front door, you just couldn't find it in you to leave. Pathetic. You knew, but this is how it was, this is how it was always meant to be. He calls and you answer, no matter how fucked up it was.

So, instead of making a haste bolt for the door or any of the broken windows, you slowly crept closer and closer to the bedroom where you said goodbye to your mother, your breath was shallow and unmanageable, almost worse than your uncontrollable heartbeat, whatever was behind the door was surely not pretty.

It took you a few moments to work up the courage to even touch the doorknob, hand quivering along the way there. You waited, the last time you were in this room was over 10 years ago, you couldn't even remember what it looked like, what your mother looked like. You were being stupid weren't you, it was just a room, probably empty by now, furniture either stolen or sold like the rest of the house. inhaling, you twisted, and pushed the door open.

To reveal… absolutely nothing. Just an empty room with the same exact smell as the rest of the house, a puddle of blood sat in the middle of the room, but nobody, no person or animal or thing that could bleed. Just an empty, meaningless room. Just like the rest of the house. You let out a sigh of relief at the uneventfulness of the failed search, that wasn't so bad, you were fine.

Were you? A loud creak echoed through the short hallway behind you, and you made a motion to turn around.

Hands were on you before you could even breathe again. One covering your mouth, and one firmly planted on your shoulder. Huge hands, bigger than your fathers for sure, calloused and strong, scarily strong. Whoever this was smelled familiar, vaguely familiar, not like someone you knew closely. The shock from him grabbing you forced your phone to fall out of your grip. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god

You should have gone home, you should've cursed out your father and left. You shouldn't have been curious or caring or kind… you lived in a bad neighborhood, people died left and right, and the police couldn't give less of a shit what happens here. You were going to die, you were going to die in the same house you grew up in, the same house you cried and hurt and screamed in. What a sad ending, to think you were finally starting to get your life on somewhat of a track, only to die at the hands of a stranger. Fuc-

“Stop thinking so hard, I’m not gonna hurt you” a gruff voice spoke behind you, deep and dark and powerful. You started crying the second he spoke, your heart beating faster than your body should be able to take. Whoever this was, was not somebody you would ever want to mess with, they sounded more authoritative than you could ever even wish to be. You couldn't stop your heart from clenching out of fear, couldn't stop the tears from dripping down your face, couldn't breathe right.

“You don't need to cry… I said I wasn't gonna hurt you” One of his fingers strayed from your mouth to wipe tears away, but it did nothing to stop fear from overtaking your senses or forcing out sobs and cries from your lips. You were positive that your entire body was quivering and shaking, you couldn't feel it, too scared to think about anything other than death, but you knew it was naturally happening. You heard him let out a sigh from behind you (even his breathing was harsh and rough) before his arm hooked under your knees and pulled you flush against him.

“I’ve never been this close to you before, I’ve been waiting for this one for a while. We met when we were kids ya know, you looked so… empty, miserable, tired, fucking empty. You still do, you're just better at hiding it. I've been watching, it since then. You're just too nice for your good.” your cries increased as he spoke, you didn't struggle or scratch or scream, just cried. He was too strong for it to matter if you did.

He chuckled as you kept crying, by now he had begun to walk to the front door.

“Don't make a scene, if anybody notices, they're dead.” The words he spoke were so nonchalant, but still so terrifying that it had you struggling to breathe. He broke the front door open with his foot and pushed his way through the doorway, he hit his head on the top as he went through, that must be why the glass was broken.

You were frozen in his arms as he continued to carry you, the sun now lit up your surroundings, showing exactly who your captor was, now it made sense why you mildly recognized him. He was the man from the grocery store, you should've known by the way he spoke, you should've recognized that voice anywhere. HE caught your gaze as you stared at him, giving you a toothy smile. His canines were scarily sharp, and now that you can get a closer look this man was even more terrifying. His bear, his eyes, his teeth, everything about him screamed danger. You stiffened as you stared at him, why why why why why why why You shouldn't have fucking come here.

“Quit looking so scared of me. God you're stiff as a board, I forgot how jumpy you were. It's been a while since I’ve seen you this scared, not since the incident at the coffee shop-” Who does he think he is? Talking just like he knows you like he's had any kind of conversation with you before that wasn't about popcorn at a stupid stupid grocery store. What were you supposed to do? You fully believed that he was the type of man to kill anybody who tried to stop him, even then nobody would (people in this neighborhood learned to keep their mouths shut), and he was much much stronger than you. You just… you just had to give up. There was no winning, not against him, not here.

The thought alone made you want to curl up and die.

Pathetic.

“Don't worry though, You're scared and I get it. But you'll get used to me. I’ll treat you real good, buy you things you’ve never had before. “ Your breath hitched and you quivered as he continued to blabber on and on about what kind of house he had, he tucked you into the passenger seat of some kind of black fancy car, got into the driver's seat, and proceeded to drive away—no more explanation than that. You couldn't do anything more than stare at him with those wide eyes of yours, he was watching you too intensely for you to try and throw yourself out of the car, and even then you doubted you would get very far before he caught you.

So you awkwardly sat in the leather seats of the fancy-ass car, tears still freely flowing as you sat, waiting for this man to take you to some alleyway and murder you. You picked at your fingernails, eyes darting around the interior of the car, it was clean and neat and looked to be stupidly expensive, everything that man wasn't. Who is that man anyway?

Almost as if reading your mind, the man brought a hand up to wipe the tears from your face, only to end up cupping your cheek and staring at you for a while as he drove.

“The name’s Uvogin, and I’m madly in love with you”

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Hey pookie s I’m back, this has been in my wanna write list for a LONG time. But it’s now so it’s fine. I’m kinda weak in the knees for the entire phantom troupe so tell me what you think.

Sorry for the long delay:) but I’m back now

Have a great day today, bye!

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inkperch · 2 months

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Bored, have my backstory headcanons for the Vees when they were alive:

Val:

-He was a nobody.

-Literally a nobody.

-If the internet had been around when he was alive, he'd be one of those guys who spend all their time on reddit and 4chan posting Incel vs Chad memes and not realising it's a self report-

-Instead he just. Seethed. At how nobody wanted him. Fantasised constantly at doing Canon Val Things but was too cowardly to do so when his victims could fight back.

-died from a random illness in his late thirties, his coworkers missed him for a few weeks but quietly whispered between themselves that yeah it's sad to see a guy die so young but there was always something off about him... (as bored gossips do)

-worked some dead end job, I don't know enough about the time frame he lives in to get me specific

Vox:

-used car salesman before it was cool

-wanted to be on tv

-spent most nights drinking himself into a stupor rambling about how he was gonna make it big one day, he knows it!

-scam artist on the side, good at fast talking you out of realising it but the quality of the scams was. Less than good. Even getting a customer completely and utterly on the hook he'd barely get a 20 out of them-

-auditioned for a lot of roles, got none of them, put the blame in all the wrong places instead of actually working to hone his genuine natural talent for the screen

-saw TV as an easy road to fame and money (regrets it in hell, regrets it so much in hell-)

-eventually tried to scam someone it was really, really stupid to scam. Got the cinderblocks and a river treatment

Vel:

-timid, shy, dorky art student

-if you got her talking she'd tell you for hours about the fashion sketches in her sketchbook

-if you really let her cook you'd hear the full history of the last century of fashion trends

-got bullied. A lot

-took out her frustrations by being an absolute nightmare online

--like. Canon Vel behaviour is the happy medium of the shit she was saying on anon and what she'd dare say in person-

-probably doxxed at least one person over fandom beef she wasn't even involved in

-got hit by a speeding car, driver was never caught

-isn't actually all that happy about being an influencer, but hey, it's hell, people clap when she tells someone to die in a hole-

#the vees #valentino #hazbin velvette #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel

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acoldsovereign · 2 months

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{{ Okay, here we go. A better/proper post about it. I know, I know. "But you said you wouldn't post--"

I'm breaking it this once. Only this once.

I'm still a reforming sociopath so being sad/sitting with intense feelings is very difficult for me. Concerning the circumstances, I'll try to express myself properly without the fear of "feeling things wrong".

I'm still new to the RPC. I started in March 2023, it'll be a year soon. God, that's so fast. I made minor and major mistakes in the process of learning Tumblr etiquette, but I learned from those instances all the same and nobody heckled me for it. Nobody made fun of me at all. Aside from the one incident I had late last year (it wasn't anyone in this community, though they did have a DBZ character on their roster), I've had ZERO problems with this community. I may be annoyed at stuff I see on the dash, or at highly specific or miniscule things nobody else sees if I ever venture out of my safe bubble, but ... I never felt unwelcomed, excluding my beginning months (which was when I didn't understand Tumblr culture). That changed when I started following and talking to people seriously. Everyone, even the shy people have been nothing but sweet to me and you all still continue to be really sweet and kind to me, even going as far to remind me to take my time when I push myself too hard. DBZ wasn't my first anime (that honor goes to Magic Knight Rayearth, Sailor Moon and Rurouni Kenshin), but it was one of the most influential I've ever watched. Unlike most in the community, I have a tumultuous relationship with the series due to being bullied severely in my childhood/adolescent years. I wasn't "allowed" to like or enjoy it because I was a girl, and it was a boy's show, even worse, it was deemed "white people shit". (Yes, this was said to my face by kids my age).

It was so incredibly dumb and disheartening to never be able to enjoy things because I associated being liked with survival. And yet, I still found a way to enjoy DB in secret. I started with Kai reruns. As you all know, even though I started at the Saiyan Saga, it was the Trunks Saga that truly converted and changed me-- so much so that he's my favorite character hands down, even after all these years. I ended up finishing the entire series on an old computer I no longer have. The pirating website I was using had a little chatbox where people were doing script RP (aka they used asterisks and all that). I thought it looked fun-- so, I made an account, username and joined in. I was a female Saiyan character (because why wouldn't I?) and I discovered the world of RP that way; that's how I started. DBZ is why I'm here with you all. The cycle repeated again and all of my old RP partners were nowhere to be found when I logged in one day. I got bullied again (which deeply hurt and confused me) and verbally/emotionally harassed online until I changed my username and deleted the FC I was using (one of them even told me to uh, you know. Do the opposite of live). I searched online for other RP forums and found them; started on other sites until I found my way to Facebook. I learned I had a knack for describing things, and making wholly unique characters that breathed life into the series they were from. I found my home, you could say. I've been in many other fandoms, made good memories but the majority of them are unfortunately tainted with the cruelty and lack of compassion others had towards OCs, especially of the female kind. Even in the Naruto community years ago, I had been at the end of a "call out/ship-vent" post for something I had no control over (the situation was actually caused by the person who wrote it, worse of all).

When I RPed in the DB fandom on Facebook, the only things that happened were: people's feelings getting hurt when my villain OCs said something rude to their characters (I always, ALWAYS, warned the other person in advance just to make sure they were okay with it), and people (mainly male muses-- canon and OCs) trying to reform them through having crushes on them or being "nice" to them. Romance plots, basically, or hoping for it. Though the latter was sometimes annoying, I managed to have fun, still. (Funnily enough, it mainly happened to the Cyborg/'Android' OCs I had, and not my Saiyans). The former though, kept me away from writing any more villains/antagonists for a long time because I didn't want to harm someone or be the reason they had a bad experience with roleplaying. Quite some years ago, I abandoned it due to life responsibilities and all that. Had to focus on college. I've been doing this since middle school all the way up to high school. I'm 26 now. I've been roleplaying for 14 years. I started when I was 12, at most. That means I've been a fan of this series for that duration of time and even longer since I didn't know RP was a thing. Because of DBZ, I've had long distance relationships. Because of DBZ, I've discovered my passion of writing goes deeper than what I thought it did originally. I even discovered what fanfiction was, through RP. I met people in the past through RP that I've developed crushes on and went on to date online. Met my first cosplay community (when I started cosplaying), made friends with local anime-shop owners before they closed down for good. I had a freaking Future Trunks Funko at one point! And I donated it to the shop because I loved the owners so much that I wanted them to have what personally gave me joy. I tried to write Trunks at one point, tried to cosplay him at another, so on and so forth. As many downs I had being attached to this series, I had more ups-- and gods, were the ups so HIGH. So, I'm much more willing to work with the series and all of the IP, because the truth is, something keeps making me come back. And it sparks my enthusiasm.

I've been told since starting my blog that my enthusiasm is infectious and I'm glad it is, because the truth is: this enormous body of work deserves it. My enthusiasm is because of Toriyama. This blog is here because of Toriyama. No, seriously. He said we never got female Saiyans prior to Super because he never could settle on a design. Growing up, I've been told toxic things about this series (usually from my own ethnic group, immature boys and creepy, grown men), only to find out the dude struggled with indecision! He was just like me at the time-- a freaking panster! Talk about a relief! I belong here!! I've always belonged, as a female fan!! My Saiyans, whether in RP or fanfictions, were female for this explicit reason. Long story short, Maiz is here because he planted that seed. I just took it and ran. As you all know, Maiz originally came from a fanfiction herself but, her current personality, motives and goals came from another character. The version you're seeing and writing with was specifically tailored to the needs of the RPC-- a villainous female Saiyan (with huge amounts of much needed Saiyan lore backing her up). I created this blog with my decade long experience of writing in mind. I wasn't expecting much when my best friend Koji convinced me to try Tumblr RP. I was so jaded. I thank her so much because if she didn't, I wouldn't have refound my drive for this series. My neverending love for various aspects of DB would have just stayed between me and my close irl friends. I wouldn't have met any of you. I wouldn't be here at all, and neither would Maiz. I wouldn't be surrounded by beautiful, amazing people. I wouldn't be as motivated as I am to improve my writing and vocabulary. Just ... Gosh. You guys remember when I said I can't think of Trunks' backstory too hard/too long or I'll get sad and cry? Well. It's moved to "if I ever hear Heroic, Episodic or Heaven Sent Trunks, I'll get sad" now. Gotta laugh at myself a little somewhere. I'm getting better at being okay with being sad. Bare with me. The fact that he based my favorite character on the Terminator movies and Trunks existing was why I even got into sci-fi to begin with (Terminator, Total Recall, Stargate, Star Trek, etc), just makes everything I've been though with this series hurt that much more.

To make matters worse, the first time I ever wrote within the sci-fi genre WAS the fanfiction Maiz comes from. It was a rewrite of DB Super, starting with the Broly movie, so naturally I decided it should be a blend of that and Space-Opera. Sigh. Do you see what I mean? By why this all hurts? I wouldn't be here at all if I didn't take what Toriyama said about female Saiyans to heart. Being told I was taking this IP too seriously over the years has paid off. I'm glad I'm so damn stubborn and resilient. I'm glad I have tunnel vision. Others would've broken if they went through the bs I did. If I had to go get bullied for liking Trunks over Vegeta and Goku all over again, I'd do it knowing what I accomplish later down the road. (But you know, I don't need to be bullied again-- nobody does). There's much more I could say but I'll leave it here as I think this is a full explanation enough. Thank you, Akira Toriyama (and the editors) for the Trunks, Androids and Cell Sagas. I'm glad Western movies inspired you. Finally, thank you for existing.

#Tw death mention #tw death #OOC: Out of Limits #{{ I'm grateful to you Toriyama. Thank you so much. Just in case I didn't get the point across clearly enough. ;w;

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lellu · 1 year

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What the fuck is an animorphs and why are you going insane about it

OOOHHHKAY. WELL.

animorphs is a childrens sci fi book series most people know best from the fucked up covers that feature children turning into animals. like so:

anyway behind these goofy late 90s-early 2000s covers is a devastating story about the horrors of war and the difficult moral decisions that the characters (who are like 13 at the beginning of the story, mind you) face while trying to save their planet from an invasion of brain-controlling slug aliens. and also goofy as hell things like instant maple oatmeal being a drug, god being an alien gamer, and an alien obsessed with cinnamon buns. there are 52 books in the main series each told from the pov of one of the six animorphs and several side books that provide more lore or supplementary adventures. featuring:

- jake, who is the leader and #1 killjoy ever and i always thought he was boring so i dont remember much about him

- rachel, gymnast shopping queen and ruthless murderer slash battle addict. absolute tragedy of a girl. imagine if sasha waybright was allowed to transform into a bear at will and commit murders on screen. if youre into oversimplification thats pretty close to rachel.

- cassie, animal lover and moral center of the group. people will gush about how animorphs makes you think about difficult moral quandaries and then call cassie annoying like shes not the reason we get that kind of introspection in the first place. girl is Literally always trying to do the right thing and Spoilers: she is right about A Lot. never trust a cassie hater

- marco, the platonic ideal of the sad clown. silly guy, full of jokery and stereotypical middle school boy-ness. also cynical and ruthless to the max and very interested in self preservation. where cassie is the voice of moral reason, marco is the voice of practical reason. his mom is dead so thats fun. hes also bi coded as hell

- tobias, loser bully magnet turned full-time bird boy. the trans animorphs fans have claimed him as our representative due to his perpetual identity struggles. he was my favorite as a kid alongside rachel hmmm i wonder why anyway i cant say much about him thats not spoilers but he's sad and trapped in this by destiny even more than the rest of them and i love him so goddamn much

- ax, blue scorpion tailed centaur stranded on earth who is the equivalent of a stereotypical elf. snobby and elitist bc of his species being composed of assholes but once the teen disillusionment sets in hes a good kid. and bc the andalites dont naturally have mouths, watching him play with word sounds and obsess over food is hilarious and kind of heartwarming in the best cheesy space-alien-meets-human-culture way

anyway the moral is u should read animorphs the pdfs are easy to find online there's a graphic novel series with a few books out now and im pretty sure theres also audiobooks (theres also a 1998 nickelodeon live action tv adaptation. dont watch it its bad and also it got cancelled before the books even finished coming out)

#animorphs #ask #thank u for the question duck. i love animorphs so much and i Did have the skeleton of an animorphs amphibia au started. i should revive it

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b8ggy-corez · 7 months

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Toatwt, or as I like to call them, trollhunters saga enjoyers, don’t blink an eye when people slander the other shows and protagonists, but if someone had a valid criticism about Jim they go on blocking sprees, harassment, and even going as far as to scare someone away from the fandom and use their tweet in a fancam? And these people wonder why people tend to shit talk Jim Stan’s and why I myself and maybe 2-3 other gravitate more towards the other mcs more. It really shows the maturity of these people. Mind you these same people are perfectly okay with other people slandering any and every other character that isn’t Mr Lake himself, claiming that liking him is an unpopular opinion when 99% of the fandom loves Jim. I have never seen someone get bullied off the internet for disliking 3below, for that is, very much, a POPULAR opinion. I love Jim Lake, I do, in his OWN SHOW where he got to be fully fleshed out and got his story told, I guarantee a little criticism of the fan favorite white man isn’t gonna kill nobody and it’s sad that me and others have also endured so much just because we criticize the writers and the fandom for overhyping him, it’s not the characters fault, he’s a fictional character, so starting wars and ending whole friendships due to criticism of said fictional character has to be the most chronically online thing I’ve ever seen

#tales of arcadia #3below #toa wizards #rise of the titans #trollhunters #talesofarcadia #jim lake junior

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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I got a small(?) angst, y/n hears about a danger pokemon in the forest/cave they decided to investigate it so they bring a pokemon a young hypno y/n best friend. after that y/n is on the deep cave/forest and encounter lullaby hypno but lullaby hypno found the next victim to hypnotize. y/n have a sudden feeling that they met a hypno from a friend long time ago but didn't know what happen to her. when lullaby hypno is about to hypnotize y/n the young hypno comes out their pokeball and trying to protect they trainer. lullaby hypno stop a moment and saw the young hypno eyes that said "im protecting my trainer life" and lullaby hypno reminds himself with his trainer. after that lullaby hypno spare y/n and younge hypno life and left but after that lullaby hypno tears come out that he misses his trainer

"Hyp..no?"

"Yeah, I didn't think the stories were true either. But I guess there's some big Hypno who's actually kidnapping kids and leading them away." Turning away from your computer, you looked at the shiny Hypno mediating on your bed.

They were your most prized Pokémon--quick to evolve from Drowsee after a few weeks of training--and you loved them with all your heart. Very rarely do you keep them inside their pokeball when not going to battle, as they preferred being outside, hanging out with you.

Of all the Pokémon in the world, there’s none you’d rather have.

Sadly, Hypno were sort of notorious for being heavily misunderstood. You never believed the ghost stories of them taking children away from their families--at least for malicious reasons.

To you it was all just slander, causing a mass panic where people sold or traded away their Hypnos, or kept their Drowsees from evolving with everstones. It seemed outright ridiculous.

This hysteria was brought on by a surge of online articles that claim one male Hypno, dubbed the “Lullaby Hypno”, who was unusually tall, was seen in the forest near an abandoned Pokémon Center (which was rumored to be haunted as well).

It piqued your curiosity. So after doing a bit more research, you decided to investigate these rumors to confirm or deny them.

Maybe..you could even catch this Hypno if he was willing to go with you. Reports have stated he currently didn’t have an owner.

It reminded you of a passing conversation you overheard a long time ago, where an unusually small Hypno was wandering aimlessly around town by itself, looking sad.

There were many Pokémon that could be stunted in growth if evolved too quickly, though that one in particular also made you think of a friend who disappeared--who once owned a similar Hypno.

Alexis, a girl who was teased for her looks and told by her peers to give up on being a Pokémon champion. You always stood up against her bullies, but...one day you stopped hearing from her. She might’ve moved out of town and left her poor Hypno behind.

Yet you never knew for sure, as she didn’t call or write to you.

To this day it lingered in the back of your mind.

‘Could this one be...? No. Best not to speculate.’ Shaking your head, you gathered whatever you needed for the journey: revives, flashlight, snacks, pokeballs, cellphone, and potions. As a trainer all of these things were essential.

And..so was singing, apparently. But hopefully your investigations won’t be interrupted by a random rap battle.

“Hey buddy, grab your pendulum.” You called to your shiny Hypno. “We’re gonna go look for this “Lullaby Hypno”.”

“Hyp! Hyp!” Nodding eagerly, they were quick to grab their trusty weapon. Even they seemed excited at the idea of having a new friend of the same species..though a bit apprehensive given the rumors.

Regardless, you both headed out at dusk.

......

“This must be it, huh?”

Flicking the flashlight on, you peered into the darkness of the cavern deep in the heart of the forest. You noticed some footprints on the ground--along with trails in the dirt that ran parallel to each other.

‘Was somebody...dragged here?’ You shivered slightly at the thought, though feeling the shiny Hypno hugging your leg made you stop. Glancing down at them, you smiled apologetically. “Thanks, I’m okay but..I think you should go into your pokeball for this.”

“Hypno???”

“Shh, just for a little while, okay?” You knelt down and took out the empty pokeball, looking at them and seeing their look of hesitance. “You’ll be safer in here. In case anything happens, you can jump out, okay? I just don’t want you getting lost.”

After a few moments, they agreed to go inside the pokeball. Once they did and it snapped shut, you stuck it in your pocket before continuing inside, preparing for the unknown horrors that awaited you.

Immediately all of your senses were screaming at you to turn back--that going forward only meant inching closer to certain doom. But you pressed onwards, motivated by sheer curiosity.

As you heard a shuffling noise, you stopped and tensed up, shining your flashlight down the path. “H-Hello?”

“A visitor?? Now this is most psy-shocking to Hypno.”

You jumped back a bit, caught completely off guard at the voice, especially as it revealed itself to be a hulking yellow figure with a white-furred collar. Bits of red flesh were visible in the fur as he craned his neck to look down at you.

‘How in god’s name can a Hypno speak English?’ You wondered, staring up at him.

The pendulum in his hand swung lightly; in perfect rhythm. For a moment your eyes accidentally wandered to it, though you shook your head and stared back into the Hypno’s black eyes, resisting the best you could. “Are you..the Lullaby Hypno everyone talks about?”

He just tilted his head, a closed smile stretching from ear-to-ear. “My, my, Hypno’s gained the reputation, hasn’t he? If it’s him you seek..then congratulations! Will you play with him now?”

Holding up the pendulum in front of his face, he watched you slowly become entranced by it.

But you snapped out of it again and shut your eyes, keeping a hand on the pokeball inside your pocket.

This was already a bad idea.

“I-I’m not falling for that. Listen, you don’t have to do this. I can help y-”

Without warning, Lullaby Hypno put his hand out, sending a wave of pain through you as you stumbled backwards. You instantly felt a throbbing headache coming--and your vision flashed red, making you hallucinate the Hypno’s face, albeit with a stretched out mouth.

Then everything was normal again, but your head was still hurting like hell. ‘Did he just use Psyshock on me?! How could he use it on humans..?' You groaned, keeping your eyes shut.

“Hypno doesn’t need help! He only asks you not to resist. Don’t be afraid..don’t believe their lies..” He spoke in a low threatening voice. “He just wants to sing you sweet lulla...bies?”

Hearing a click from the pokeball that fell out of your pocket, he paused in his hypnosis to look at it, blinking when it opened to reveal a normal-sized shiny Hypno.

Although they were shocked by his stature, they immediately rushed to stand between you and him. They glared up at him in challenge, letting out a trumpet-like cry as they readied their own pendulum.

He could only stare back..seeing the determination in their eyes.

They were clearly declaring “I’m protecting my trainer with my life.”

And in that moment, it reminded him of his younger self from so long ago.

He saw himself in your Hypno’s place, protecting Alexis from the bullies that kicked her around and stole her Slowpoke hair clips. Their Pokémon were stronger, they beat him down every time. But he got right back up and never stopped fighting for her.

Until the day she....

‘What am I doing?’ He felt this awful, growing ache in his chest--and it wasn’t from the strain of psychic energy on his physical body.

No. This was all wrong.

Who was he to take away another Hypno’s trainer and leave them to wallow in misery for years like he did?

No member of his kind should ever suffer that way.

Not. One. More.

Having recovered from the immense headache, you opened your eyes and realized your shiny had come out to save you. Although terrified for them, you knew you had to give them a command to attack--or at least defend the two of you.

“H-Hypno, use-”

“No...”

Blinking, you glanced at the Lullaby Hypno as he put away his pendulum. He sank to his knees, looking at your shiny Hypno with distraught. They seemed just as confused as you when he refused to fight or hypnotize you.

“Hypno was wrong..he can’t tear [y/n] and their friend apart.” He put a hand on their shoulder, which made them flinch a little, but they stopped upon seeing the sad gaze in his eyes. “You can leave. But please..promise Hypno you’ll never abandon each other.”

“Hyp, hyp.” They nodded in reassurance, smiling a little as they stepped back and hugged you. You smiled and wrapped your arms around them, picking them up.

Looking down at Lullaby Hypno, you cautiously reached a hand down to pat his head, between the ears. He didn’t react, except for his shoulders ever so slightly relaxing.

You sighed softly, believing your theory was right.

“It wasn’t your fault, buddy.”

He blinked, eyes flickering with slight recognition at the whisper. But he said nothing as you and your shiny Hypno left the cave, having been spared from being his next victim.

As soon as both of you were gone, he stood up and headed back to his den, the ache in his heart growing with every step.

Inside, was an altar with candles and empty pokeballs placed around a picture frame--one that displayed a certain girl with braces and her cherished psychic-type Pokémon. In front of it, on a pillow, laid a single Slowpoke hair clip.

He kneeled in front of it, shakily taking the clip into his hands and holding it close to his chest.

And he finally shed the tears he thought he cried out in his younger years.

He missed her so much.

“[Y/n] is right..it wasn’t your fault...!”

#clanask #fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #fnf hypno's lullaby #fnf hypno #fnf hypno x reader #pokemon x reader #angst #tw suicide mention

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gen 3 has really transformed for me in general in recent times. i started playing pokemon with gen 3 (specifically FRLG, but i did also play RSE and even colosseum as a kid eventually) and i was completely autistically in love with it, but was bullied for it pretty severely at school ("girls shouldn't like pokemon" or whatever, it was the early 2000s) and i didn't know anyone else in real life who was into pokemon, so i never got to do any of the link cable features, which were pretty essential for getting the full gen 3 experience - i couldn't even complete my kanto pokedex on FRLG no matter how many times i played it, i didn't have the hardware to trade with myself or anything

then gen 4 came out and revolutionized the series with wi-fi stuff, i remember literally getting emotional and crying when i tried the wi-fi plaza in PtHGSS for the first time because seeing so many people into pokemon from all over the world in that little lobby meant the world to me even though i couldn't actually speak to anyone. despite pokemon being such a massive franchise you could have convinced child me that i was practically the only person playing it because of how lonely i had been prior to gen 4

i reiterate this Sad Backstory(tm) that i've talked about numerous times to contrast it with what gen 3 is to me now. as an adult i've finally made friends who are also into pokemon and it's really made me come out of my shell, both online... and in person, when i get the chance. gen 3 now represents tangible experiences with real people like it was supposed to be when i was a kid. despite not getting to do so often due to all my friends being online and having to travel and stuff, as an adult i've finally done a few trades and stuff with people in real life over link cable, and those pokemon represent physical, real life memories. it is meaningful to me that i've finally reached that childhood dream of simply connecting with someone enough to play with them in this game that means so much to me that is only possible through a real life interaction

i've also learned a lot about gen 3's postgame, glitches, and a lot of other really technical stuff which has expanded my ability to play the games and the things i can do in them other than resetting ruby or leafgreen for the millionth time as a child and as a result i have a lot of playtime in gen 3 and various accomplishments that i'm still very proud of and happy with. and of course i have a pokemon that was name after my late friend who passed away recently, that was named that while he was still alive...

idk it's just ironic that something that once represented my lack of connection with people and my loneliness now fills me with feelings about real people who i love and memories of meeting them in person, literally the opposite of before.

hoenn specifically obviously represents that generation and while i still have some complaints about the main campaign (the latter half of hoenn is a genuine slog, i rarely enjoy playing through it) my experience in emerald's postgame and the general online nerd culture surrounding people still playing gen 3 very actively in current times far outweighs any critical complaint i could have about them as games. my love for gen 3 and hoenn is very people oriented (though really, that gen 3 postgame is amazing if you're insane about pokemon gameplay)

idk i love gen 3 a lot and the tactile nature of it. i love its aesthetic and its pokemon but most of all the people it represents for me. i'm glad i've reached a point in my life where it no longer represents loneliness

#kiki was here #kiki.txt #long emotional pokemon rambles again lmao...

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messinwitheddie · 7 months

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Dib "Pretty sure that's everything you brought with you from Cali and whatever you wrote while you lived with us. Dad has literally never touched any of our bedrooms since we moved out. It's kind of sweet, but also kind of creepy."

Squee "I can't believe he didn't throw all of my old journals out. I thought about throwing them out a thousand times."

Reg "Glad you didn't now, hu?"

Squee "Sort of. I'm not sure how useful any of this will be to Dipper, but-"

Dib "I think he just wants a second opinion-- like a beta reader. He over thinks everything every step of the way."

Squee "So you recommend ME to help ghost write the fourth journal?"

Dib "It's the perfect side project for you, trust me."

Squee "Yeah, maybe. It's a lot of pressure."

Dib "Only if you psych yourself out over it. Just enjoy the experience. You owe it to yourself."

Squee "I haven't dedicated any significant time or energy into writing since high school. Back then, it was just an escape from school bullies and home bully. Mostly fanfiction and campy short horror stories."

Dib "Which were amazing, I read them. So, keep writing. Don't let the sucky people that got in your way over a decade ago stop you from doing something awesome you want to do now. I was bullied for my interests and look at me, still chasing the paranormal... when free time permits me."

Reg "You were bullied in school too?"

Dib "Yeah, big time."

Reg "By WHO?"

Dib "Pretty much everyone; other kids, teachers, your grandad on occasion, your aunt Gaz-"

Reg "Really?"

Squee "She can bully with the best of them if you push her buttons right."

Reg "Wow."

Dib "Some kids were bigger jerks than others, but I never really found a group of kids I connected with until I met the Pines twins. I rarely left my room without hearing the words "big head" directed towards me."

Reg "But you're big and strong and super science smart. Who would ever screw with you?"

Dib "I was scrawny and awkward right up until my sophomore year of high school. Being... neurodivergent didn't help my case."

Reg "That's not a reason to make fun of someone."

Squee "You're not a bully, that's why you subscribe to that logic. My suggestion, make online friends. That's the beauty of the internet."

Reg "I know technically I have friends, it's just... Is bullying something everyone goes through?"

Squee "I didn't used to think so, but the older I get and the more people I interact with, I realized the answer is yes. Bullying is a learned behavior reinforced by past bullying. Most of the time, if someone is abusing the people around them, in some way, they're being abused themselves. You can't stop bullies from roaming this earth. You can just choose not to be one."

Reg "Is that why dad's a bully now? Because he was bullied when he was a kid?"

Dib "Wait wait wait-- You think I'm a bully? Seriously?"

Reg "You have... bully-like tendencies."

Dib "NO I DON'T. "

Reg "You bully Zim."

Dib "ZIM is an imperialist megalomaniac butt weevil from space! I don't BULLY Zim, I retaliate."

Squee "You bully the interns at the lab."

Dib "Because they're idiots who can't follow directions! Being assertive and expecting my coworkers to focus and not blow anything up doesn't make me a bully."

Reg "You harass your fellow swollen eyeballs."

Dib "Don't even-- I've had to defend my theories and research from oblivious trolls and amateurs trying to pick apart my work every step of the way! Todd, man, tell the boy I'm not a bully."

Squee "You have bully-like tendencies."

Dib "..."

Squee/ Reg "..."

Dib "Okay... nice to know what my big brother and my only son really think of me."

Reg "Dad-"

Dib "No, I get it. It's cool."

Squee "Come on, man-"

*series of high pitched, static and beeping*

Dib "Holy shit, my ghost boxes are going off like crazy. At least the spirits in this house think I'm bearable to be around."

Squee " Wait, Dib, that's probably just Nny-- he'll figure it out."

Reg -sad groan-

Squee "I can't win."

[For context, because my aus are all over the place.

Dib had bought a historically haunted house upstate on an impulse with the intention of ghost hunting with Reg, father and son. However, Reg has decided to go live with his mother on the Von Verminstrasser cryptid nature reservation, virtually crushing Dib's dream.

He rents the house out to the recently married, Squee and Pepito.

Sketched these out on break and lunch throughout last week. Decided to clean them up a little earlier today.]

#invader zim #squee #future au #oc #reg #membrane #breakroom sketch

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harrison-abbott · 2 months

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shy brittle grandfather

I had this shy brittle grandfather who everybody else picked on most of his life. All the family picked on him. He had that magnet for bullying that some folks just have. Couldn’t really defend himself. ///// His one coveted attribute was his ability to earn and conserve money. He had the best job. Was able to live by himself in a big house (he’d never married because no woman was interested in him). The best job and he was able to retire early, and the interior of his big house wasn’t that glittery; but he could sure enjoy retirement by going on holidays to America or Tokyo or the Pacific Islands or whatever. ///// I was in my 30s when he retired. And in my mid thirties I found myself very tight for cash. I had an ex girlfriend, and a kid: and my kid lived with her. And I lived with an old mate from high school who was shoddy with the bills and rent, and kept having to ask me for money. In short, my life situation was pretty dire. And there were several times when I thought about calling up my grandfather to ask for a loan of money, in the hope that he might just give me some rather than it being a loan. ///// But, I remember laughing at him when I was little. I joined in, around the Christmas table. My own Dad used to be the main antagonist. And I remember being red in the face, sore in the gums, from giggling at him. ///// Dad wasn’t alive anymore. He died of throat cancer when he was in his late fifties. ///// I got to the age of 40 as well. Grandad was still alive. I was doing a bit better than I was a few years back, but still not secure. I looked up Grandad online to see what he was up to. He was in Australia, at this point. He’d also been far more places than I had. ///// When he was 96, Grandfather perished. Of old age. ///// We all went to his funeral. The siblings and I. His grandchildren who had known him for so long. Who used to tease him rambunctiously when we were little. We were sad, that he’d finally passed. And at this point my eldest brother wasn’t even alive anymore, either. He’d passed of cancer this well – this time, in the liver. /////

I was secretly glad at my big brother was dead because it meant more inheritance money for me. ///// We were all looking forward to what Grandad had left for us in his will. None of us said it but we all knew it and that’s why we made the extra effort for the ceremony. His lawyer said he would get in contact with us after the funeral. To tell us what was owed to us. Which was a specific request, in the very will: that we attend his funeral first and then his lawyer would send us the details of the will in the following days. By email. The lawyer would send us the information via emails. ///// So we went to the funeral. In a rosy churchyard. All handsomely done with his coffin lowered into the yard. ///// And we hungrily awaited the emails. And they came on a Tuesday morning. Just as I was getting ready to go to my work. ///// Grandfather had donated his entire wealth. All he had ever earned in life, to charities. A wildlife charity and a group that was trying to tackle climate change and a group that worked with homeless people and he had left a fund with the local university to help build their library. There were several thousands donated to foodbanks across the city. He had sent money up to a forestry group up north who were planting trees in privately owned land; as well as a company that were developing green energy off shore. ///// I looked through the details of the will, on and on, and was waiting for the part where our names, his grandchildren would turn up. There were several pages to get through. So I thought that perhaps he had left us on the last page, to save the best for the last. Although, as I kept going, he must have been far more wealthy than I thought. And he must’ve run out of quite a lot of his pot, by the time I did reach the final page. ///// On said page there was a personal note from him. Which said, “To my Grandchildren, I wish you chaps all the best for the future.” ///// He’d left us no money whatsoever. ///// I hated him at first. Then I gradually began to understand, over time. Fair enough, I thought. Considering how we treated him across life. We only wanted him at the end because of his money. We never appreciated him when he was alive.

#writeblr #creative writing #writers on tumblr #prose #stories #spilled ink #tumblr writers #short fiction #fiction #short story #flash fiction

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helshollowhalls · 3 months

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Personal Rant about the current situation

I fucking hate it here. Not Depressed Nousagi remarking that the inclusion of Millie's and Enna's info in the document from Selen's lawyer might be hinting towards them being the bullies.

Obviously, I don't know Millie in person. And it's probably better that way to be completely real for a second.

But I only have four oshis - Zentreya, Vesper, Fulgur and Millie and Millie is my kamioshi.

Vesper graduated/presumably didn't sign another contract with Cover (that's fine he's still active online so idc), Fulgur and Millie are in Niji (which currently is the equivalent of having a fucking bomb chained to your damn foot) and Zen... Zen is the only one doing okay apart from probably being really sad and shaken by Yunii's upcoming graduation.

I just... I have trouble imagining Millie bullying anyone. From all that I have seen of her, she's such a kind and well-meaning person. I get the impression that she'd rather saw off her own arm than consciously hurt anyone else. A little bit unhinged sometimes and definitely in need of a good therapist, yes, but aren't we all?

Imagining Enna or Finana bullying someone? I hate to say it but not outside the realm of possibilities. But Millie? Please say sike.

I speak from personal experience that it's so easy to slip into becoming a bully once you're being bullied yourself... and judging from Millie talking about her childhood and experiences in school she definitely didn't get off the hook without any damages and scars, but I choose to believe that she's better than me in that regard. And if it turns out to be wrong, well then it's my fault for being a fucking dumbass and assuming things about people on the internet.

I don't even know what she would gain from bullying Selen. Favor with management? What's the point. Ethyria is the unloved and sidelined middle child of the family and Niji doesn't give a damn. LazuLight is the first wave, Obsydia had Selen, Ethyria... Exists... And then immediately there's the cash cow of the English branch, Luxiem.

Luxiem is the favorite child, LazuLight the first one so they get a little more attention and before Selen got terminated Obsydia had her going for them. As for Ethyria... Nina never compared to Selen in earnings, Reimu is left to rot in a ditch, Enna is used for song promotions and the likes because she has a good voice and it's convenient and Millie tries to make the best out of her situation.

And I personally think her defending the company is for one based on her relative inexperience in the corporate vtubing scene (she was an indie before. Niji is the only corpo she's experienced so she doesn't really have anything to compare it to besides shitty minimum wage retail jobs), her choosing to believe in the best in everyone and her frustrating lack of self-esteem (which can lead to allowing others to walk all over you). She does deserve to be supported and get opportunities just like anyone in Luxiem, hell like anyone in Hololive or VShojo. She's a talented entertainer and streamer and I wish her nothing but the best.

At the end of it all, she's entitled to her own opinion and I respect that, even if I don't think her truth is the end all be all and don't agree. But if management isn't outright pounding her into the ground every three to five business days as they did with so many other livers I'm glad. I doubt all managers in Niji are assholes. Some just try to make the best of a very fucked situation. But the fact that some livers get the bare fucking minimum when the bar is the ground and Riku "Yacht" Tazumi brought a damn excavator, doesn't mean that it's okay or god forbid, good. You should do better. You need to do better. No talent deserves this treatment.

At this point everything just feels like one menhera tattling on the other - Yes, news youtubers and even myself included. Depressed Nousagi isn't really hiding the fact that he's mentally ill. I'm not going to sugarcoat this, my mental health is down the drain as well and I'm living with the consequences. This entire situation is so messed up.

Please don't harrass any of the livers. Bullying and threats aren't going to get us anywhere and in the end all of them are at the mercy of the company in regards to what they can or can't do. And everyone's situation is different. Maybe Niji is the first time they ever had this much money or a semi-stable income at all. Maybe the only other option besides Niji when it comes to getting a job is a fucking gig at Target, Starbucks or Hollister. Or social security. Maybe graduation isn't an option because being out of a job might mean the immediate loss of home, access to insurance or vital medical care and mental health care or not being able to support family and/or pets anymore.

I wish every liver the best and hope that everyone gets the help they need. And most of all, I wish for Niji to fucking rethink and improve their marketing, overall internal structure and business decisions. For the love of God.

#millie parfait #nijisanji english #nijisanji en #nijisanji #nijien #ethyria #my kamioshi #Personal rant

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bloodmoon293628 · 1 year

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got a small(?) angst, y/n hears about a danger pokemon in the forest/cave they decided to investigate it so they bring a pokemon a young hypno y/n best friend. after that y/n is on the deep cave/forest and encounter lullaby hypno but lullaby hypno found the next victim to hypnotize. y/n have a sudden feeling that they met a hypno from a friend long time ago but didn't know what happen to her. when lullaby hypno is about to hypnotize y/n the young hypno comes out their pokeball and trying to protect they trainer. lullaby hypno stop a moment and saw the young hypno eyes that said "im protecting my trainer life" and lullaby hypno reminds himself with his trainer. after that lullaby hypno spare y/n and younge hypno life and left but after that lullaby hypno tears come out that he misses his trainer