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taylortruther · 3 days

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Who do we think The Black Dog is about? It could be Joe but that would go against the popular theory that both major Joe songs on TTPD are the track 5s on the main album and anthology.

Also the "you said I needed a brave man, then proceeded to play him until I believed it too" is VERY "the coward claimed he was a lion" and "you didn't measure up to any measure of a man" coded.

Also she seems to go easier on Joe in songs...so the whole bitter and scathing "I hope it's shitty in the black dog" sticks out like a sore thumb. But if it's Matty then why does the song reference a long term relationship with password sharing and old habits (if Taylor and Matty were mostly on and off).

What about the "six weeks of breathing clean air, I still miss the smoke" parallel with Daylight? TBD is my favorite off of TTPD but I can't for the life of me interpret who it's about.

idk! i go back and forth and generally land on the idea that, like other songs, joe being the cause and matty being the effect, mean they're both swirled together. i had a big brain thought about this that i'll explain what i mean at the end of this post. but first, here are my thoughts:

agree that the bitter scathing songs feel very matty-coded - but the thing is, she's clearly angry about joe, it's just more in the background. she's said in other songs that she was angry about joe wasting her youth, claiming he loved her but not showing it. it stands to reason she'd be in disbelief, and hurt, that he just... moved on, post break-up.

long-term relationship habits: tbh, i don't think location-sharing and showering together are a smoking gun for a ltr. you can easily do those things with someone you're down bad for, no matter how little time has passed. could go either way.

the starting line is, apparently, a matty thing?

i don't think "i still miss the smoke" is necessarily a daylight parallel. it could be! it bring to mind lavender haze, missing the "haze" that clouded your judgment, but it also harkens back to clean, and not wanting to fall into a harmful addiction again, which then leads me to, "one slip and falling back into the hedge maze" where you're lost and out of control. the hedge maze could be matty, but it could also be a habit of, idk, love ending.

the line that pops out to me at each listen is "all of those best laid plans" though - it reminds me so much of "my best laid plan, your sleight of hand" in hoax, and "i'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans" in willow.

and "do you hate me?" feels like something you might wonder about an ex you left. but "was it hazing for a cruel fraternity" feels like the smallest man, was it a joke? a game? were you a spy? was it hazing?

but then you think about the meaning of the rest of the line: "was it hazing for a cruel fraternity? i pledged and i still mean it, old habits die screaming."

she pledged herself to the relationship, and maybe it was a sick joke. but imo this is also a broader statement: if love is a joke, i still pledged, i still believe(d) in it. if all these men played a trick on me, if i am cursed to be alone forever, i want to change the prophecy. which, again, leads me to the explanation that - if the top story is about matty, it's still about all those experiences, primarily joe, that brought her to that choice.

#the black dog #hoax #willow #parallels #tsmwel #guilty as sin?#gas?

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dollsome-does-tumblr · 3 months

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@ people who knowingly go out in public sick without wearing a mask, may i just say .................... you have disappointed me deeply. not cool. not cool at all. gross behavior.

#told someone i know irl to wear a mask because they're sick but still going to work #and they were not into that suggestion! 'i'm not that sick.' HOW DO YOU KNOW?!#love to see how over a million people dying of covid in this country really mattered to everybody ............. not!!!!!!!!#dollsome's deep thoughts #i'm so angry and bitter forever about this #it's making me into a misanthrope #so many people died!!!! so many people grieving them!!!!!! so many people got long covid!!!!!#WHY DO MOST PEOPLE SEEM TO NOT CARE!!!!!!!!!!

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godsfavoritescientist · 2 years

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you’ll always be my favorite ghost - Big God, by Florence + The Machine

[Image description: Lineless digital painting of Ford kneeling in front of the stone statue of Bill, hugging it and crying. He is in the woods, surrounded by birch trees, with beams yellow light streaming down from the treetops. The grass around Ford is shaded to be reminiscent of the shape of the portal.]

#original art #billford #god I havent drawn in ages let alone lineless art #i dont know how to draw tears or anatomy at All #I looked up 'man hugging dog' to find a good hugging-while-kneeling reference image.#sometimes you gotta say fuck it and draw the thing before the idea of it eats you alive #i'm writing a fic about ford confronting the statue. the feelings are just so Complicated #he is so angry and relieved and exhausted.#angry at everything bill did. angry that hes gone forever. angry at himself for spending any energy on thinking about bill #most of all angry at himself for missing bill. he doesnt even Miss Bill #he just misses the version of bill that he thought he knew pre-betrayal. but that doesnt make the complicated feelings any less real #i imagine he would avoid the statue for a long long time and then one day accidentally walk past it #and feel a ton of repressed feelings bubbling to the surface #and he would want to kick the statue or run away or yell at it but all of those feel so silly to do to a statue. basically a gravestone #so he ends up hugging it and feeling like an idiot for hugging it but he just has to sob for a little while #sometimes you gotta cling to the tombstone of your horrible toxic ex and sob about how much you miss them #and sob about how bitter and angry and lost and Tired you feel. there will Never be any Resolution. he's just. Gone Forever #i can picture him laughing through the sobs and muttering 'we'll meet again huh. as if.'#'i never want to see you again you asshole. and having the chance to meet again would be too good to be true.'#he's just So Heartbroken about it all. and he wishes he could get some kind of closure or something. but there IS none.#even if bill came back what would he say? nothing new. He would keep feeling no remorse about any of it. he would keep being horrible.#ford is kinda mourning the final tiny little irrational ray of hope in him that got crushed when bill died.#the irrational hope that maybe bill Could end up regretting what he did and become better and then he could have his best friend back.#the irrational hope that the betrayal was all just a bad dream and any second now he will wake up and bill will be benevolent and good #none of these feelings are things that ford can admit to himself. not even all these decades later.#but it Does Something To You to see your ex-closest-friend's tombstone!!#regardless of how deep and terrible the betrayal was.#ford so badly wishes he could stop having any kind of feelings about bill anymore. especially the lingering remains of fond feelings #but i dont know if those feelings even Can be completely gotten rid of. hes stuck with the knowledge that he feels upset about bills death.#and he hates it. he hates feeling upset about the death of an evil dream demon who tried to destroy his family and his dimension.

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aro-aizawa · 2 years

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oh man i forgot just how much i freak out when my mum freaks out because i think i just had the most scariest hour of my life that i spent most of it surpressing

#shut up danni #my mum had a panic and couldn't find my grandma's wedding ring #she was freaking about how it could have been in the recycle yard or in the bin or down the drain #so i spent most of it trying to reassure her and trying to make her not work herself up into a panic #we found it after only an hour which is good but oh boy that would have been so bad if we couldn't find it #i don't think i'm ever gonna forget it though because she said 'how can i ever face my sisters if i lost it'#because that's the thing if it was truly lost forever that would genuinely create a rift between my mum and her sisters #it's already kind of shaky bc her three of her sisters are v financially secure and don't understand a lot of our struggles #and the other one is just a rather bitter woman who gets angry if even just the smallest thing goes wrong or roughly #so yeah that would have been disasterous #she's going to be wearing it on a chain around her neck now bc the ring is too small for her fingers #but since we still haven't had the big convo abt who's keeping them she can't get it altered #that convo is gonna happen on saturday so HOPEFULLY they don't think that it means my mum can't have it #im gonna try and get her to not tell her sisters abt losing it bc i know im not gonna get to hold onto the ring i'm looking after #but both she and i will be GUTTED if my mum can't keep hold of my grandma's wedding ring #i personally think she's entitled to it because my mum was my grandma's main carer #and the other sister who lived in the same town to her moved half an hour away whereas she previously was only two minutes away #in my mind she lost rights to it when she moved away #i've done all i can to help my mum like comfort her and reassure her #i only hope it's enough #bc my mum has a BIG problem w feeling guilty abt things and i know she's gonna beat herself up abt this #and i really wish she wouldn't bc this could have happened to anyone #i have no doubt that any of her sisters would have done the same #which is also why i'm somewhat reluctant to hand over the ring i'm looking after #bc if it'll go to who i think it'll go to then it's possible she'd lose it bc she's even worse than me or my mum at losing things

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mmani-e · 1 month

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Hello! After all this effort, behold:

DANGANRONPA DEMIX, THH EDITION!

Dr Demix 2

Finally got the talentswap designs I have for the THH characters one and done with! You can click through the read more section for some fun design insights. I'm intending on uploading a doc containing short lore bits about them eventually.

Kyoko Kirigiri - Ultimate Affluent Progeny

So Kyoko's design was both kinda simple, kinda not, wanted to give her a very fine and regal kinda attitude to her but not arrogant as that's very much Byakuya's thing. Her story is that she loves her dad more than the family business and her grandpa so she abandons detective work and just uses her brain to help her dad out.

Makoto Naegi - Ultimate Novelist

Makoto is a wonderful guy, just great all around. He loves writing children's books and happy stories. This is his main coping mechanism so he doesn't have to process any negative emotions he gets, the rest he can't process… well they go into a murderous psychopath alter.

Aoi Asahina - Ultimate Lucky Student

Shoujo protagonist Aoi. Cute, headstrong, affective, competitive, these are all the traits that make her fight for her friends and clash with Kyoko (and more often than not Byakuya) in the killing game, even when all hope seems lost… she pushes through, unafraid to let tears spill from her eyes for all those lost, but pushing all the same.

Byakuya Togami - Ultimate Detective

This one, I wanna go into more lore territory, cause I kinda memed around his last desc I gave him so here goes:

"A disgraced heir of the Togami household, Byakuya lost the competition that would've secured his riches. Disdainful and bitter, he sought out to get to the bottom of why he lost, uncovering a rabbit hole in the process. By the end, he proved his sibling a cheater, but it didn't matter because by the end as he found the sweet satisfaction of uncovering secrets and crushing liars and cheaters under the weight of their hubris far more satisfying than any inheritance."

Sayaka Maizono - Ultimate Spirit Medium

So Sayaka isn't a clairvoyant at all like Yasuhiro, in fact her entire skillset is completely different, first of all she is like an actual psychic, and I based her design off of the japanese Itako, quite loosely. Very interesting group, look it up, also she'll never use these powers in the killing game because I dunno how to even approach these rituals or what they look like or how to write them while remaining respectful, so she won't do it in a killing game for the express reason of her not having the right tools available and not wanting to disrespect her traditions.

Leon Kuwata - Ultimate Swimmer

I really wanna draw him again, all these characters again tbh, and I wanna show off the patterns on his wetsuit. It's a whole coral reef under there, that anemone and clownfish bit is only one part of a whole reef stretching his midline.

Sakura Ogami - Ultimate Programmer

Sakura has installed chips into her body to help optimize her body processes and also cause why not. As for the muscles, she's an Assembly programmer, the programs she's made can run on calculators she loves it.

Chihiro Fujisaki - Ultimate Martial Artist

Chihiro's design here with the two belts is an explicit nod to his preferred martial art - Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, so unlike Sakura in canon who'd be easy to imagine cracking someone's skull in half with a chop, Chihiro's approach is more crawling onto someone and bringing them down to the floor with grappling like an angry halfling monk. As for the belts themselves, on his head is his final junior belt, while around his waist is his current belt, he's not a black belt yet because he's still too young for it.

Celestia Ludenberg - Ultimate Baseball Star

Celestia actually isn't a legend in this AU, Taeko is. Celestia hates that and wants to start a baseball career going international, whatever the hell that means is up to her own definition, but she wants to be remembered forever as Celestia, not Taeko. Also extra sentence, but this is the SINGLE hardest design I've ever had to deal with here, I think in the future I'll be drawing all her little accessories and I have an alt costume for her I have in mind.

Hifumi Yamada - Ultimate Pop Star

So I changed Hifumi's story as I originally outlined in the OG post with him. He was friends with Aoi all his life, pretty much his only friend at all, and ever since he was little he had an obsession with writing songs, because he was obsessed with stuff like anime openings and was content to just keep the songs to himself. It wasn't till Aoi convinced him to share some of his songs that he started his journey to success, but bc he's not traditionally attractive, his first hits were literally just… his voice being played over other more attractive singers and it wasn't until very very recently that he even performed a song of his for the first time.

Toko Fukawa - Ultimate Fanfic Writer

So while Hifumi was clearly a Doujinshi but due to weird translation, ended up as fanfic creator, Touko is straight up a FF then Wattpad then AO3 girl, who would get obsessed with this really shitty, tripe manga that she didn't even like reading. It did however have super hot dudes in it, so she wrote good stories of those characters when she got frustrated with the actual authorial content - which was always.

Yasuhiro Hagakure - Ultimate Gambler

Quite LITERALLY the never stop gambling meme personified into a guy. He can lose 3 mil on slot machines but always comes out fine because it means if he keeps gambling he'll eventually run into his 1/3 and win giga millions, what he needs to pay off his debts. It isn't just with luck though either because his personality and lack of intelligence or understanding of most the rules of the games he plays means he'll never react the way he should when getting a good hand in poker or a bad draw in blackjack, so he wins those games almost always through just… stupidity.

Mukuro Ikusaba - Ultimate Biker

She's number 16 in her gang, and is easily the most loyal enforcer and taskman of the gang. She does anything she's told, to a grim and disciplined degree not typical for hooligan bike gangers, she doesn't really desire a seat as top dog of the gang though, after all she's got school to worry about, and her sister.

Mondo Owada - Ultimate Warlord

So his relationship and Kiyotaka's is gonna be interesting, because I don't want him to be exactly like Mukuro at all, who was just sort of an all-obsessed Yandere. It's more like he's always chafing under Taka, who is less than friendly with him in this AU, really the main way he even lets Taka boss him around is because he pays incredibly well and helps keep his gang members from devolving back into the unstructured, chaotic criminal life, the same that took his brother years ago.

Oh and yeah, he still looks like Guile, as he should.

Sparkling Justice - Ultimate Killer Killer

Yeah it's a reference to Killer Killer, sue me I love the manga. He has Hajirahara's ahoge, and I thought it'd be cute to also give him a mask just like the other Makoto from a Kodaka game series (Raincode.) Also, while Genocide jack stuffs all her scissors in her skirt, Makoto keeps a truth gun with "truth bullets" as his main weapon, the gun he stores inside the big book in the chibi of just Makoto, and the bullets kept on his person as the red buttons all over his body, which he pulls out when he needs to reload.

"Kiyotaka Ishimaru" - Ultimate Fashionista

Unlike Mukuro and Junko, Mondo absolutely cannot hide the fact that he acts nothing like Kiyotaka, though this is surprisingly fine to everyone else, because unlike Junko who plastered herself onto literally everything, Mondo always obfuscated himself from the public spotlight, at most showing only his suits while he hid his face behind something conveniently placed. Which played primarily to his vision of an ultimate fashionista, who was above everyone and catered to the rich and powerful.

Junko Enoshima - Ultimate Moral Compass

This was a fun one, I decided to let her have her red hair because I believe it to be the "natural" look of her hair, while attaching little clips of dyed hair to her buns as a replacement to keep her shape sorta and keep the strawberry blonde somwehere on her. Understand that while she is the "moral compass" she is still pretty deranged, and the only reason she focuses so much on keeping everyone on their best behavior is because it's endlessly entertaining to her to make her fellow moral committee members upset when she blatantly makes a mockery of the rules while still keeping kids on their best behavior to make a point.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru - Ultimate Fashionista and Tyrant, the Iron Hand of Despair

Taka's design I wanted to sort of focus on this sort of, holier-than-thou idea, where I wanted to make him look a lot fancier and upper-class than Junko does in his standard highschool fit compared to him. I wanted him to have an upper-crust sort of look

If you're reading this after reading this all, thanks! You're a wonderful person :) Signing off...

Mani

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the-modern-typewriter · 7 months

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Hello, love your work so much!! Could you do one where the antagonist has betrayed the protagonist (their lover) and their friends but instead of handing protag off to whoever like the friends, they’ve been allowed to keep them to do whatever because they’re very very off the rails obsessed with them and very possessive of them too? Sorry if it’s specific and thank you!! Have a lovely day :)

"You can't be angry with me forever, love," the antagonist said, from the doorway. "Would you rather have been taken away with them?"

The protagonist said nothing. They seethed with everything they wanted to scream, with the accusations ready to be hurled like missiles to end the world. Too much.

"I told you I'd protect you," the antagonist continued. "That I'd always protect you."

"This is protection?" It spat out before the protagonist could stop it. They gave the chain around their ankle a rough shake.

"From yourself."

The protagonist barked a bitter laugh. They clamped their jaw shut again.

"From the world," the antagonist continued. They moved further into the room. "There are many people out there who would hurt you, take you away from me."

"Seems like a blessing to be taken away from you!"

"You don't mean that."

"Oh, I do. Come closer and I'll show you just how sincere I am."

The antagonist stopped just out of arm's reach.

It reminded the protagonist of the handover. Their friends bundled bound and thrashing into the backs of vans, still reeling from the anti-magic pulse and the betrayal of it all, until the protagonist was the only one left.

The governor had turned towards them, had started to move forward with all of his goons, before he'd seen the look on the antagonist's face and the way their body wrapped around the protagonist. Gravital orbit. A warped black hole of a love.

"Try," the antagonist had said, almost pleasantly. Almost.

The governor had not tried.

The governor had flinched.

"I understand that you feel betrayed now, you loved your friends," the antagonist pressed. "You're good like that. But you'll come to see that separation from them was for the best."

The protagonist squeezed their eyes shut and wished they could block the poisonous words so easily.

How could they have been so wrong about their lover?

"They were a bad influence," the antagonist said.

"You mean they weren't you."

The antagonist paused.

When the protagonist looked at them again, the antagonist's head had tilted, curiously. They didn't seem offended.

Bile burned in the protagonist's throat at the truth of it. "They're not a bad influence, they never were, you just don't want me to have anyone who isn't you. I was getting too into the resistance. Too into something that wasn't you. You, you, you!"

A mask had fallen away from the antagonist's face. They'd always been attentive, but the betrayal had stripped the lies of normality away. There was only obsession left in their eyes. Raw and burning. A supernova of love, taking out everything in its path.

The protagonist swallowed and faltered. For the first time, fear crept past the fury, cold and slithering.

"And now," the antagonist closed the gap between them, "I'm all you have." They captured the protagonist's face in their hands, anticipating the protagonist's attempt to lunge in one devastating move. They leaned down, looming, to press a claiming kiss to the protagonist's mouth. "I win."

It was like being winded. Like being stabbed. Like being run through entirely. The protagonist made a soft, pained sound.

The antagonist smiled, thumb caressing their cheek. "Love hurts."

"I don't love you. I will never love you after what you did."

"You will."

"If you truly loved me, you wouldn't do this. If you truly loved me-"

"-I said you can't be angry," the antagonist said, after a beat, "but honestly I don't really mind. It just felt like something I should say." Their whole posture relaxed, alarmingly away from whatever front of concern and regret they had been putting up. "Your anger is mine too. So is your hate. So is everything you are. It's interesting seeing this side of you."

The protagonist stared up at them.

"That is true love," the antagonist said. "I love everything about you. I will take it all for my own. To have, to hold and cherish, until death do us part."

"You're crazy," the protagonist whispered.

"Crazy in love."

The antagonist leaned down and kissed them again soundly.

They really wished they'd been handed over with their friends.

#hero x villain #antagonist x protagonist #writing #toxic relationships #story #ficlet #antagonist #protagonist #villainous characters #villain #obsessive love

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kissesforsatoru · 11 months

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MINE FOREVER | wc: 1.1k

BONTEN! SANZU HARUCHIYO x GN! READER

₊˚⌗ after a bad argument with sanzu, you try to leave him. he doesn’t take it very well. or sanzu’s yandere awakening

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, violent thoughts, violent outbursts, threatening violence, choking, mentioned murder, possessive behavior, a lot of cussing, reader is in love with sanzu but vv scared of him, sanzu doesn’t really understand his emotions, comfort??? maybe??? it’s up to interpretation i guess, somewhat soft sanzu

"haruchiyo, you're being mean," you say while looking up at him through your tear-soaked lashes. your voice sounds so raw when you speak his full name, cracked and broken from all of the crying you've been doing, but no doubt the way he's been treating you attributes to the defeat in your tone.

he looks at you with an indecipherable expression, but inside of his head he's overwhelmed by thoughts assaulting him all at once at full force. mean? he's being... mean??? something about the word catches haruchiyo off guard. he's used to you screaming at him that's he's an asshole, a heartless monster, and anything else that dehumanizes and villainizes him in the worst ways, but you've never called him fucking mean before. what the hell does that even mean, and why does it hurt so fucking much to hear that coming from you? his hand reaches up hesitantly to rub at his chest where his heart is, irritated that it won't stop thumping painfully against his ribcage.

"what did you honestly expect from me, angel? i'm a murderer. murderers aren't exactly fucking nice you know," he spits, rolling his eyes. he immediately regrets it. why does he regret it?

a weak noise falls from your lips and the pang in haruchiyo's chest thrums faster, harder; he's now digging his nails into his skin with an angry growl, uncaring of if he starts to bleed. no wound, not even ones from knives or bullets, hurt as badly as whatever the fuck it is that he's experiencing right now. it's excruciating, and annoying.

you laugh, dry and bitter, "yeah, what did i expect?" you whisper under your breath just loud enough for haruchiyo to hear. you aren't agreeing with him, that much haurchiyo understands. you're questioning why the hell you're even with a crazy bastard like him.

he wants to strangle you for being so snarky, watch you struggle and beg for his fucking forgiveness for causing such a big fucking problem for no fucking reason; you should expect only bad from haruchiyo by this point, so why bother bringing up all the things he does wrong? but... sanzu doesn't move to put his hands on you even a little bit—something is stopping him. he doesn't know what.

"haruchiyo," you call, sniffling and biting back a sudden onslaught of tears, "this isn't working out."

another pang, and now a sudden feeling of restlessness itches at him along with it. shit, did he take a new drug and fucking forget about it or something? what the hell is going on with him?

"what?" he growls, finally taking a step towards you. you flinch, closing your eyes as you look away. haruchiyo ignores it despite the fact that, again, his heart aches and pounds and practically cries out in pain with the way it's beating so fucking loudly that the sound rings incessantly in his ears.

he takes three more steps before he's right in front of you, bending down a bit so that he's face to face with you sitting on the couch. "you wanna fucking repeat that for me, sweetheart?" he hisses. you flinch again, leaning back a little bit so that he's not so close to you. you're shaking, which almost makes him smirk, but he's honestly too pissed off to really find any sort of amusement in your fear right now.

"this isn't working out, haruchiyo. i can't do this anymore," you whimper pathetically. a sob slips past your lips when haruchiyo slams his hand on the couch beside you.

"that's really too fucking bad. you're not leaving me," he snarls, pushing you down onto the couch and crawling over you to pin you under him. you whimper again when you feel his hand on your throat, right at the juncture of your neck and jaw, squeezing with enough force to be threatening, but not painful. he watches as you sob uncontrollably, hiccupping and choking on tears that slip between your pursed lips.

"haruchiyo, please," you barely are able to say through the scratchiness of your voice that cracks under each word, "you're scaring me. you always scare me, i—i can't live being scared all the time." you try to reason with him, but haruchiyo isn't a reasonable person in the least bit. he clicks his tongue.

"you're fucking mine. you belong to me; do you understand me? you don't get to leave me because of a stupid fucking reason like that. you don't get to leave ever." he squeezes on your throat tighter, still not tight enough to hurt you, but your hands instantly shoot up to grab at his wrist anyway. he doesn't try to push you off because you aren't a threat to him; he can easily overpower you and for that reason he lets you have your semblance of security.

"i asked you a fucking question, y/n, you better fucking answer me," he urges, leaning down closer to you to you to nip at your cheek in warning. you gasp and whine at the feeling and clamber to muster up a reply that will satisfy him in your fearful, anxiety ridden state.

"mhm, yes– yes, i understand, haru," you manage to get out, and you hope the nickname you always call him will help you to soothe him, reassure him enough for him to ease up and let go of your neck.

he looks down at you for just a few seconds that feel like hours under his intense gaze, and then, "good. don't you ever try to pull that shit with me again or i will break your fucking legs so you can't even dream of leaving me," he warns, letting go of your throat. he doesn't move off of you though; instead, he dips down and his tongue presses into your skin to tenderly lap at the tears that are still pitifully slipping down your cheeks, humming at the salty taste. you breathe out a sigh of relief and lay limply under him, allowing him to do with you what he pleases.

when he's done, haruchiyo lowers himself onto you all the way and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer into his body. he kisses at your cheek and jaw sweetly, and you hate to admit that the action lulls you, calms you down and makes you feel safe again—haruchiyo has that effect on you, unfortunately.

the pain in haruchiyo's heart has dissipated, and he feels at ease knowing you no longer wanna leave him. he realizes he would die if he ever let you go and he's going to make damn fucking sure that you don't.

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mymarsmoonandstars · 1 year

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It's been a week since I saw Wakanda Forever, and ever since, it's consumed my thinking. There are a million things I'd love to discuss about the film, but what keeps me up at night is Shuri and Namor.

Shuri had every right to gut his ass. Namor brought flooding and destruction to her home, killed her mother, all while knowing she was suffering from the death of her brother. Hell, Namor nearly killed her (by impaling her, which how did she survive that idk, anyway). And what was the worst thing that Shuri had done to him? Say no to his alliance to go to war with the surface world? Shuri wasn't the one who killed Namor's two subjects. She actually tried to save them. Yet just like T'Challa, she's forced to deal with the consequences of other people's actions, and when she stands over Namor with a blade to his neck, her internal struggle with this flashes across screen. It's a powerful sequence, but the one that captures me the most is when we hear her mother telling her to show Namor who she is. Not only is it one of many callbacks to the first film, but really, who is she? Who is Shuri? She is struggling with her identity, as grief often does to a person.

When audiences first met Shuri, she was the genius younger sister, the comic relief, who took solace in her lab. But now all this has been taken from her, and taken so suddenly. She's now front and center, now her country's most powerful figure, no longer the jokester, no longer a sister, no longer a daughter, and feels like a failure. The moments where she stands over Namor is us watching her return to herself but also become someone entirely new. She sees the destruction reverse. Sees Namor's hope. Sees their mothers and their nations. She understands that they are similar just as much as they are different. She finally realizes that ending Namor's life cannot reverse the destruction nor her pain, but sparing him is the answer to ending the cycle of it. She recognizes that even though her mother and brother are gone, she is still sister, still daughter. Death in Wakanda is a beginning.

Above all, Shuri understands she cannot think of only herself anymore. She cannot push her people to war because of her own grief and vengefulness. She becomes a leader, in granting mercy. A protector. And extends this protection by offering it to Namor and his people. This brought a bitter taste in my mouth at first, but it isn't about who's right or wrong, especially when both sides have a little right or a little wrong to them. It's about navigating the actions of their forebearers in the best way they can.

Her multifaceted character is symbolized by her panther suit--it's reminiscent of T'Challa, Kilmonger, and her past self. Now that she's burned her mourning clothes, hopefully in the next movie, we'll see her accept this role with newfound confidence and surity of its purpose. I'm also hoping that Shuri kept Namor's little baby ankle wing that she sliced off and puts it up somewhere to serve as a reminder that she bested him. Can you imagine? I can't wait to see more of her.

Then there's Namor. And dare I say it, he was justified in his feelings of wanting to kill Queen Ramonda. She was cunning and tricked him and had two of his people killed in the process. Remember the scene where he's cradling his subject's face as she dies? And she asks if he can save her and he does not answer because he knows he cannot? And then--was it Namora?--who says, with such blame dripping in her voice, that he was busy meeting with the queen during Nakia's attack. Namor is so angry, and very possibly, so ashamed (and scared?). His ultimate goal is to protect his people, and he failed. He's a god and Ramonda made him look like a fool. To him, she had to go.

Ryan Coogler said that despite Namor being about 500 years old, he wanted him to still feel somewhat childlike. And is he! He's rash. He focuses only on the immediate response without thinking of the ramifications. He seems almost charmingly innocent in his hopefulness that Shuri would want to join him. There's no doubt they wanted us to feel a romantic connection betweeen them, or perhaps just from Namor's end. I don't know who gives clearance on the music, but whoever does, they are always very intentional and unique about it, and a love song plays during That One Mesmerizing Scene. The theories that Namor is infatuated with Shuri just weaken me. She's the first person to ever see Talocan. The bracelet. The mural. Him acknowdging her power. Him waiting for her to beckon him. I. have. folded. No one look at me.

I really hope the MCU explores their relationship. And though I'm sure it would never be a romantic one, that does not make it any less intriguing. Ryan is phenomenal with his villains. Just like Kilmonger challenged T'Challa not just with war, but challenged his core beliefs, Namor did the same with Shuri. The only difference now is that Namor is still alive, and this sets us up for a delicious exploration of a complex relationship between two leaders who have similar wants but conflicting perspectives.

Man. I love them. MCU, please let us see more of them. And if we do, please. Be careful with them.

#and the fact that this is between a black woman and brown man like PLEASE #seeing black women in multilayered relationships is something I did not know I starved for until now #shuri #namor #wakanda forever #shuri x namor #anyway let me talk next about how killing queen ramonda was a thematic mistake!#wakanda forever spoilers #black panther #black panther spoilers #wakanda forever meta

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charliedawn · 1 year

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The slashers react to your first heartbreak :

Jason was not going to say anything. He had always found your boyfriend 'odd', but hadn't dared say anything.

And then, you came in with a tearful face and a trembling lip and he was certain of two things.

First off, you were hurt.

Two, he didn't like it.

He immediately took you in his arms and rocked you back and forth while you sobbed in his chest.

He wanted to hold you and tell you everything he felt, but he just kept hugging you tight.

Whoever had hurt you would come to regret it quickly.

He'd take down his favorite machete and make sure the man/woman who hurt you can't walk anymore.

Bo saw it in your eyes when you came home. You were heartbroken and he didn't say anything before grabbing one of his tools and storming out to follow your 'ex'.

It didn't take him long to catch him and beat him to a pulp.

"Squeal, little piggy. Squeal !"

Bo cackled before thumping his foot down on your ex's throat.

"You made MY girl/boy cry...I'll fucking kill you."

You tried to stop him, but to no avail.

Bo was dead set on making him pay for the pain he caused you.

"YOU'LL NEVER HURT THEM AGAIN, FUCKER !"

He then got out his shotgun and didn't hesitate before shooting your ex in the head. He then turned back towards you, blood splattered all over his shirt and a satisfied grin on his face.

"Oh ! Look at that ! He did have a brain afterall ?!"

The moment Brahms knew, he didn't waste any time stepping up. He knew you were hurt badly and the only way to make it all better was to be there for you.

"Brahms will...make you happy...Never go.", he said while holding you in his arms.

"I know, Brahms. Thank you for being my friend.", you said and his grip tightened slightly as he shook his head.

"No friend."

You laughed and thought he was joking, so you only eyed his arms around you.

"Rrright...I'm sure no friends would try to cheer me up."

But, he didn't laugh.

"No...friend."

He insisted before gently bending your body so your face may be above his.

"Brahms...Wants. Loves. Y/N."

Your eyes widened and you smiled through your tears at him.

"Y/N loves Brahms too."

He didn't hesitate before leaning forward to press his mask against your face, holding you tighter than ever. If you were to be alone, he'd be the one to fill the void. Forever.

"Human mad...Penny mad."

He bared his sharp teeth and growled in anger.

It was clear enough he had read your mind and found out what had happened.

"DON'T !", you cried out as he was about to jump out the house to tear your ex to pieces.

"HE MUST SUFFER !"

You hugged him and immobilized him momentarily. He didn't want to hurt you and you hid your face in his puffy collar.

"WHY ?!", he growled out—clearly confused.

"...Because I want you here with me.", you confessed and Penny's anger turned into bitter understanding as he wrapped his arms around you.

"...Alright, human. You can have me.",he begrudgingly agreed while plotting all the ways he was going to punish your ex once freed from your hold.

Your ex wouldn't see the light of day again.

Jack was so angry hearing about the way your ex had messed up his chance with you, he snapped.

"That fucker did...WHAT ?!"

You took a step back as various things went flying around you and Jack gritted his teeth.

He knew what was going on. He knew exactly what was going on through the little shit's head.

Because, he knew what they thought. He knew because they were him.

So, he would go there and knock some sense into the guy/girl.

Later that day :

"THEY ARE THE BEST FUCKING THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO US ! AND YOU DARE BREAK THEIR HEART ?!"

Jack then knocked your ex out with a book. He then savoured the fear from him and smirked as he raised his axe in the air.

"They gave you all the chances in the world. Now, ain't never going to get another one..."

Myers wordlessly stood up and walked out to return that night covered in blood and didn't even glance back at you before entering his bedroom.

It was just another victim. No need to dwell on it.

And when you saw on the news that your ex had 'mysteriously disappeared' ?

You didn't mention it to Michael.

You were just numb at this point and Michael understood.

He left you alone and occasionally cooked for you when he knew you were feeling really bad.

He even tried to feed you when you wouldn't.

He knew it would take time for you to heal, but he could wait.

He had all the time in the world.

Pennywise was on his way to complain to you about one thing or the other—but before he could utter a word...He noticed the tears.

He stopped dead in his tracks and could smell the faint scent of pain and grief in the air.

He then saw you were holding one of those things humans called "phones". From what he understood, whatever information you had received from the communication device had shattered your spirit.

He sighed and considered leaving, but his steps brought him closer to you instead. He crouched in front of you and hesitated before holding your hand and squeezing it.

"Don't cry, doll face. They ain't worth it."

He wiped your tears with his gloved hands and smiled.

"There are some folks worrying about you. Very worried. Very here. And very attached to you...And I may be one of them."

"...Pennywise", you uttered in a whisper and Pennywise's smile turned incredibly painful. He sighed again before rising to his feet and walking away. You didn't know what he was going to do until he turned back towards you and his pupils were a bright orange.

"Don't worry, doll face. They ain't gonna bother you ever again..."

Norman knew you'd come for a rebound. He wasn't an idiot. But, it was just too tempting to pass on.

He wanted to be a true gentleman and comfort you, but he realized that it was impossible.

He was just too happy about the whole ordeal.

He knew the two of you wouldn't work, because you belonged to him—no one else's.

He had kept his mouth shut when he had seen the way you had fallen so fast for the idiot, but he wouldn't anymore.

He trapped you in a tight embrace and kept you there as your tears coated his shirt.

And then, he did the one thing he had always wanted to do, but had never had the chance to.

He kissed you.

He wanted to suck all of the pain out of you. And, he even smiled when you started kissing him back.

The cops wouldn't find your ex's body for weeks, it would give him all the time in the world to convince you and heal you.

If that was the last thing he did...

"...He made you cry, huh ?", Freddy said knowingly and didn't seem his usual sarcastic self as he took a step forward and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

"Told ya. Assholes exist. Gotta learn to recognize them, lovely.", he told you and you sniffled before raising your hand above your heart—to check if it was still beating.

"...I think my heart is broken.", you said and Freddy smiled—but it was a sad compassionate one.

It didn't suit him.

"Yeah...You'll learn to live with it."

You closed your eyes and nodded before the corners of your eyes slightly tilted upwards as a thought crossed your mind.

"Funny...I'd thought you'd be happy. Or, that you'd try to get in my pants."

Freddy snorted before replying.

"Who says I'm not ?"

You looked at each other for a few seconds before bursting out laughing together.

Two broken souls laughing together on the first step of the gallows...

Freddy was broken, but he'd be fine to be broken with you. And whoever or whatever broke you ?

Well...There wouldn't be a night when Freddy wouldn't be hunting their dreams, eating them away until nothing remained but madness. And even in death, Freddy would bring them to hell himself.

"~Honey I'm back !", Eddie said with a big grin on his face, grin that immediately fell when he found you crying on his coach.

"What happened ?", he asked worriedly before sitting down next to you. He threw the concert tickets he had bought on the floor and you confessed.

"They broke up with me..."

"Idiot.", he didn't hesitate before telling you and then smiled sympathetically at you. "You're great. The greatest of them all. You are nice. You were always nice...even to me."

He held your hand and kissed the back of it.

"He didn't see his chance ? Too bad."

Eddie wouldn't make the same mistake.

That night, Ghostface made another victim. And Eddie won himself a chance to right his past wrongs.

He had let you go once, never again...

Eddie *gently tugs a strand/curl of your hair behind your ear* : "You'll be alright, sweetheart. I promise."

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #freddy krueger x reader #michael myers x reader #norman bates x reader #jack torrance x reader #pennywise 1990 x y/n x pennywise 2017 #pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #pennywise x reader #bo sinclair x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #jason voorhees x reader #slashers

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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 1 month

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Son of Hell (Part 2)

Lucifer doesn't typically get summoned by his Lily she is usually more than happy to cause as much chaos as possible all on her lonesome. Who needs their loving husband getting in their way he is not bitter.

Imagine his surprise when he is dragged not even to his beautiful Queen, but to a child who is practically dripping with hell magic.

Seems he has a new kiddo, no wonder he's seen less of her lately especially if he's some form of hero which isn't exactly what he would pick for a profession but beggars can't be choosers.

Lily is Lilith.

Tim feels like an idiot he had assumed some form of fae or even minor god.

Not the queen of hell he has been bossing around the literal Mother of demons, who's husband is the devil and is smiling at him.

She promised though that she wouldn't leave that she would protect him so this even more doesn't make any sense.

He is still trying to puzzle it out when the fallen angel begins to walk to him.

"Hello my child, may I inquire as to what exactly is going on?"

A voice like honey comes across the battlefield somewhere behind a kneeling Darkseid.

"I believe I can explain, however darling put away the feather dusters you are scaring our imp and his humans."

A woman steps dark black wings almost as big as Lucifer's spread proudly behind, offsetting to the blonde hair and blood red dress that's seems to swirl.

She's looks different but he can feel that it's lily that it's Mom.

"The idiot behind me decided to attempt to kill our child, and well I figured it was time for you to complete your Fatherly duties."

He can't stop his mouth which seems to be operating separately from self preservation.

"You actually want to be my mom?" He can't help the hiccup that follows.

Warm hands come to wrap around his chin his eyes falling to meet emerald.

"You have always been my child, what have I done my imp for your doubt?"

He falls wrapping his arms around her burying his face in her curls smelling the sulfur but also a distinct scent of home.

She stands pulling him fully into her arms like he's a little boy again.

"Now you finish off that annoying stone thing, and than return home it's time for Timothy to meet his siblings."

He turns so he can look at the devil who apperently his adopted father who looks back at him with a wink.

"Anything for you, and yes because I choose to ignore him it's not because my wife never calls to tell me about children no it's all Lucy's fault. Have you been speaking to my father again?"

Tim can't help the giggle that slips out another warm smile comes from both his Mom and his sorta Dad.

He sees the bats and everyone else they look awestruck and angry especially Bruce he hides back in Mama's curls he know that he can't avoid it forever but maybe for a little bit longer.

She must read his mind as her wings begin to move she shouts out.

"To any hero who would like to argue with my child, you may argue with his Father, I'm sure he will be more than willing to make a deal."

As they leave the battlefield the adrenaline gone he feels his eyes start to slip closed he's exhausted.

A kiss across his forehand and a whispered,

"Sleep, sweetheart Mama has you."

Is all it takes before he's dead to the world.

@emstheshortone for you the one that inspired me to make this a series!

#tim drake #batfamily #lucifer morningstar #lilith #Tim is the adopted son of hell #Tim is confused #this is one version of part two I have another one #Bruce Wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #batfam

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vqrtualheartss · 1 month

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"I'm sure you're taller in another dimension" Miles cooed to himself

He hadn't found one yet, and there was no chance you'd ever grow, or do anything else— because you were dead.

"October 7th, 14:38" Miles had the date and time engraved into his brain. The feel of your now cold skin. Your voice, eyes, and lips, the heart-shaped mole under your right eye. it. was. all. engraved. into. his. brain.

His coping mechanism came to be one similar to Miguel's, admiring from afar. He jumped from dimension to dimension, just to see you, even if it wasn't technically you. Everything he observed regarding you in other dimensions reminded him of your last living moments in his.

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Still after your death, you caused him to experience emotions more than guilt and remorse. He wasn't ashamed or hid that he felt

Bitter everytime he saw you with another boy or girl

Sad each time he saw you by yourself, hurt yourself, progress in life without him by your side

Angry when he saw you getting nursed by someone in even the slightest way, knowing that he wasn't able to protect you

"It's not your fault Miles" Gwen would tell him

"It's wasn't your fault Miles" Pavitr soothed

"It's not your scum man" Hobie would reassure

Truth be told, he grew inconsolable knowing he was aging without you, times were changing without you. He grew inconsolable because you were comfort. were

"Thing happen Miles" Margo consoled

It was hard to ignore how Miles changed for the worst. Constantly it felt like barbed wire was wrapped around his throat, his voice broke off into fractions. Since the death of his uncle, Aaron, it was the most his family had seen him cry. There wasn't need for Rio or Jeff to scold him about coming in late because he never left his room, except for the infrequent trips to patrol and save Brooklyn.

There wasn't much of that left though, using footage from fight analyses it became clear than he would purposely put himself in harm and take hits more than necessary. His reason being that he wanted to feel 'something'. Following, the other spiders kept eye on Brooklyn.

His misery became contagious, more dangerous the more nights Rio heard Miles begging to be taken in his sleep.

— "Mama, I can hear you crying"

The words made her sob harder, she couldn't tell if she was happy to have grown such a selfless young man or sad that he didn't ever want to ask for help. She walked in to find Miles standing on the other side of the door, his hand in motion to turn the doorknob. He embraced her, resting his head horizontal on hers. Tears streamed down both their faces.

"I'll be fine, I'll be fine"

It wasn't evident who Miles was trying to convince— himself or his mother. Because he knew that deep down, always and forever, you would have a tug on his heart.

BOW BOW BOW!!

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Quackity Imagine: It's not too late. Part 1: "You don't change, do you?"

"Y/N?"

When you dated Quackity in 2018 and when you broke up one year later, in 2019, you didn't want to nor expect to see him ever again. Like, never. But for some reason, to make your night even worse, maybe, he's in front of you right 'fuckin now. "Oh, God." You whisper. He's different. More handsome, for sure. His hair is bigger, he's healthier and seems to be happier aswell. Well, good for him. You're terrible. "Are you okay? What happened?" He asks as he sees your blurred makeup (we can say you've been crying in the bathroom). "I'm fine." He approaches you a little and you move away. "Hey, it's okay. I don't bite." He says and you roll your eyes. "Do you still hate me, Y/N?" Alex seems to be chocked when you don't answer. "Really?"

"Really, what? I mentioned you to my therapist last week, I wasn't expecting to see you ever again." You say, a little irritated. "I'm sorry, okay?" You sniff your nose and wipe your tears. "Can I help you somehow?" Alex asks, approaching you again. "You can leave and promise you won't talk to me again."

"I can't do that, Y/N." He answers. "Why not? It was very easy for you to get out of my life in 2019." You, Alex and even the fly in the air heard the bitterness in your voice.

"I'm sorry, we can talk about it later, but I won't let you here in this state." He says. "Please, Y/N."

"Fine." You say, angry. "Can you take me to a calm place, please?" You ask him and he nods.

You follow Alex to the exit of the party. Shit, when you bought your beautiful green dress you didn't know it would end with you getting in the car of your ex-boyfriend.

"Can I drive to the beach?" He asks and you nod, quietly and, of course, crying. "There's a box of wet wipes in the glove compartment if you want to use them."

"My makeup isn't that bad." You say and he laughs a little. "Yes, it's." You roll your eyes and open the glove compartment. "Do you have a girlfriend?" You ask. "No, you?"

"I was engaged but my boyfriend broke up with me that night, so..." You shrug. "What an asshole." He whispers. "You did the same, shut up." You say and Alex ignores you, instead, he asks: "Why did he break up, Y/N?"

"I think he got tired of cheating on me." You said and Alex sighed. "Well, at least I never cheated on you." He jokes and you roll your eyes. "Fuck you, Alex."

"Sorry." He says. "I actually want to drink so badly." You whisper. "I can buy some wine and then we can go to the beach, what do you think?"

"It seems like our old dates." You mumble and he laughs. "Shit, that's true."

"You don't change, do you?" Alex opens his mouth to answer but then closes it again, and then, says: "Well, I can say that if I took a girl out on a date nowadays, it wouldn't be on a beach to drink wine." He says. "What? Did you get rich?!" You ask with a ironic smirk on your face. "No, but I have better conditions and more sense." You laugh. "That's new."

"Oh, shut up." He laughs. "I'm a different man, Y/N."

"I believe in you, Alex. You're probably worse than before."

"Jesus Christ." He mumbles and stop his car in front of a supermarket. "I'm going to buy the wine, do you want something else?" He starts to get out of his car. "Can you buy me a chocolate bar, cheetos and a pair of slippers?"

"Whatever you want, princess." He says, you roll your eyes and watch Alex approaches even more of the supermarket. Damn, you felt terrible. Your groom was cheating on you and broke up with you and now you're with your ex boyfriend which you never got over. You were willing to move on, you always were, but you never did. You even got engaged and still couldn't get over Alex completely. You start to cry again, now because of him. Why your 'fuckin brain, heart and stomach couldn't understand he's not yours and will never be?! Not again?

You had Alex for a fraction of time and it was enough to want him forever. What a joke you were.

You wipe your tears as you see him coming back, he opens the car and gives you the bag. "How much do I owe you?" You ask. "Don't worry." He says. "Good, I don't have any money with me." He laughs. "Thank you, by the way."

"Oh, so you know how to say it, uh?" He starts to drive again and you smile a little as you open the bag and see your favourite chocolate bar. "My favourite. You remembered." He nods. "I used to buy it to you every month, how could I forget?" You smile again and grabs the slippers. Your number. "You have a good memory."

"Yes, I have." He stops and you see you're already on the beach. Alex takes the bag on your lap with an "excuse me" and opens his door. While you take off your heels to put on your slippers, he opens the door for you to leave.

"I have a towel here, wait." He opens his car and grabs the towel. A Mexico flag. You giggle a little and then follow him to the beach, he puts the towel on the sand and sits in it, you do the same. "Here." He gives you the wine and you open it. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"My therapist will lose her mind when I tell her what happened." You whisper and he laughs. "I'm serious. 'Oh, yeah, my groom was cheating on me and then he broke up with me, then I saw my first boyfriend... Yeah, that one you made me block in every social media! And then we went to the beach so we could talk.' She'll die."

"What? Did you block me in every social media?" He asks, confused. "Uhum." You drink the wine while Alex's still in silence. "That's why I couldn't find you on Instagram." He whispers. "Did you try to? Why?" You're the one confused right now. "I just... I wanted to see how you were, I guess."

"You're seeing now, I'm a piece of shit." You answer, drinking again. "You look good, actually." He says and you roll your eyes. The last piece of your heart is gone and it's Alex's fault. "So, what do you do?" He asks. "I have a Coffe Shop with a friend and a Flower Shop with my mom." You answer him. "That's so cool. How's your mom?"

"She's good." You answer. "Can you take me to my house? I want to cry so badly right now."

"Sure, but... I mean, is it good to be by yourself right now?" It's better than be with you, you thought. "I live with my friend. She's actually my best friend."

"Okay." He gets up and helps you to, he opens the door of his car for you and then enters on the other side. "Can you pass me your address?" You nod, telling you his address and watching put it on GPS. The drive to your house is a bit silently, when Alex stops in front of a cute house with a beautiful garden, you look at him."Yeah, it wasn't that bad to see you. Thanks for the ride." You start to open the door to get out but Alex holds your arm. "Wait, please." He says as you look at his face. "Can I see you again?"

"What? Why?" You ask him, so chocked you almost screamed. You expected to never see him again after this night. "Because I want to talk about what happened."

"The past is the past, Alex. It stays behind." You say. Oh, fuck you, you couldn't even forget him, what was you saying?! "Really, Y/N?" He's ironic in his words and you sigh. "I don't want you to pass your whole life hating me and don't living in peace with yourself." You didn't know what to say, but you nod. "Okay, I'll pass you my number." You say, automatically. Alex gives you his phone so you can put your number there. "Thanks."

"Goodbye, Alex."

"See you soon, Y/N."

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

#quackity #qsmp #qsmp brazil #quackity imagines #quackity x reader #alex quackity #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackityhq #qsmp brasil #quackity fluff #quackity fanfic #quackity headcannons #quackity qsmp

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lady-raziel · 21 days

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just seen your post re monica lewkinsky &... I totally agree with you. Her Ted Talk is amazing & how she is living her life is.... I'm actually in awe of her. So thank you, sincerely, for your beautiful words.

to speak genuinely, for real: i cannot even put into words how much respect i have for monica lewinsky. i will never, ever, forget the slow realization of learning more and more of what happened as i grew up and coming to the sobering discovery that this was the story of how a whole country decided to place the blame on one young woman and then slutshame and destroy her life instead of really question what role those in power, including the president of the united states, had played in events. everyone had decided to sacrifice one woman, regardless of the role she played or bad decisions she'd made, and string her up so everyone could point their fingers in shame, and to laugh. it was despicable. and it's made worse by the realization that in the end, any of us could be monica lewinsky. not just other young women in politics, but any of us who could find ourselves in a situation where because of the power and privilege of the other party and because the societal stereotypes everyone will jump to reinforce, we could be the one laid out at the altar to die.

after all of that, and everything monica was put through, it would have been totally reasonable for her to hide away in a fishing village on a remote island somewhere and never speak to anyone ever again. but instead, despite it being hard, despite people still judging her when they hear her name, despite the fact that we as a country don't deserve it, monica lewinsky has chosen to devote her life to speaking out against the very things that were weaponized against her. to choose to help people who had tried to destroy you and change the system in order to create a world where it won't happen to others, instead of becoming solely bitter and angry forever-- that is a testament to strength. so many people preach in favor of a better world when they are the ones suffering, but choose to enact vengeance when their voice is finally the one being listened to. to do the opposite is the most radical act of all.

and if that wasn't enough, monica is able to speak honestly and even make jokes of her own about her whole situation. after all those 1990s TV talk show hosts beat her over and over with sticks, practically on a daily basis, she is finally able to look them in the eyes and say, "you've had your fun. now it's my turn."

It's one of the most goddamn inspiring and compelling things I've ever heard. She's incredible.

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lovethatmakingcoffee · 4 months

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So!

how many more content creators are going to be accused of being called a pedophile with no hard evidence, a police warrant, anything physical and it's by an anonymous tweet from some stranger online who would rather tell social media than I don't know... HAVE THEM GET ARRESTED BY THE POLICE?!

How many more creators, huh?! How many?! How many more YouTubers, twitch streamers, singers, animators, artists?! How many of you are gonna jump on them???? And it's so easy if it's a guy, right? So easy! And no matter how they react, whether it's calm and calculated, shutting down their channel as a whole, or answering immediately yet obviously angry about it- they are always ALWAYS GUILTY. what happened to innocent until proven guilty? And eo is this person? That they are willing to fan the flames and accuse someone of something so terrible online??? Who are u?????

Why do this now? Why do it how at the HEIGHT of Forever's popularity? Why not do it before so he was never on the qsmp or even long before that? Or in the middle at all???? Why now? That is my question? If this is all true, why now? And why use social media? Why not go to the police if he really did a crime? You are accusing someone of a very terrible thing. Why not do it properly instead of searching for Internet clout? What're we supposed to do? The only thing we can, huh? Cancel. Because that's what u want. Is to cancel him. When he was obviously so loved by the masses yesterday. When he had all those cruise pic photos showing how good his life was. Yeah, I don't think u want him arrested or lynched. No, u want to cancel him. Making me wonder if there was ever a real çrime.

Which I wonder quite often with these cases.

And GUYS. HEADS UP! You know whose next? Hm? It'll probably be Wilbur, probably being said that he approached some underage girl on tour or whatever. Or maybe it'll be quackity or hell, even Philza! Oh, Etoiles got cancelled not so long ago, let's cancel him again! Oh what about Bagerha or Cellibit? Let's throw Charlie into the mix. Ironmouse will be hard to cancel cause she's been locked inside of her room all her life and has a very dedicated fanbase, but I'm sure you bastards will find something.

So mhm, everyone is nexted because antis have proven it to be so easy to get rid of someone they don't like. Gone the next day. All of them are suspectable to it. Cause u know why? Cause they are stupid humans who have said stupid shit! And you will just take anything they said and did and run with it!!! Every time! So it's only a matter of time until someone new gets targeted. And depending on how tough skinned they are, they will disappear in a matter of seconds.

Let's just throw all of qsmp away while we're at it! No more eggs, no more community, blah blah blah! Something problematic will happen and you all will jump on it and say 'oh, I never liked them anyway'. Which is such a lie! Such bullshit, u are all bullshitters.

And I know for a fact that y'all aren't saints. We have all said disgusting jokes. Race, lgbt, whatever! We've all done it- don't lie! Here, I'll go first. I joked about a school shooting the other day with my friends. There, cancel me. I gave you the ammunition, now take your fucking shot.

This happens every god damn time someone u enjoy gets popular too fast. They get called a pedo, or a racist, or a transphobe or anything easy to spark the mob. I have seen it time and time again with creators running away because theyve been chased off their respective platforms. I saw an artists make the most beautiful art ever, get accused of being a pedo by one person, everyone joined in for some reason and chased her away. I will never not be bitter about that. I HATE ALL OF YOU WHO DID SUCH A THING AND IF I EVER GOT MY HANDS ON YOU I SWEAR TO GOD. But I am sick of people 'finding' or bringing shit to light or whatever and then just post it online! Like fuck! If he really did a crime! Arrest him! But he didn't, did he? Cause that's the fucking game we are playing rn.

Such hypocrites, it's fascinating. Literally yesterday you were kissing this mans feet and exhaling him, but one anon person saw that and chose violence. And you just.... changed your minds???? Like that? Like a switch of a button? Crazy, actually crazy, and childish.

How come everyone flips and flops so easily on the internet??? How is it so easy for you????? And how can u other supposed fans just accept it so easily??? I will never understand and I will bite and claw at all of you. You all loved him 24 hours ago and now with the bare minimum of evidence you flip? You all would be terrible on jury duty. I hope none of you ever get on jury duty.

Anyway, I'll probably get a ton of backlash from this post and delete it later, waking up in the morning with tons of hate. But I don't care. Prove him guilty. Get the hard evidence that he is a pedo and I will believe it when I see it. Have him be in damn cuffs. Get the mugshot. If that is at all true! But I'm not putting my life and art on pause for conveniently timed discourse.

Maybe I'll delete this post tomorrow. But now I'm fuming at all of you.

And yeah, as for me, I had a shit disgusting last year, qsmp and especially forever was one of the few things that got me out of it and calmed me down. And you guys are going to be talking about how wrong and problematic the things he said that was (what was it?) 8 years ago!!! Then guess what, I love a very problematically spoken parent that would make all of you quake and vomit the moment she opened her mouth. But also, that woman saved me from being homeless. For giving me a place to stay after being DEPORTED. So, if u need a little kindergarten lesson today, internet, is that people will say all sorts of horrible cancelable shit, but it's what they actually do, that really matters.

Goodnight.

#Qsmp #Quackity smp #Forever #Discourse #I am going to make a bat covered in nails #Qsmp forever #q!forever #Qsmpforever

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Howdy, I was the first ask with adult child/Niece/Nephew.

So now that we've established how she is with family 👀 Extermination day. How would she react to them getting hurt or almost killed?

Good evening my dear! Thank you so much for being the first ask for Susan before! I know you asked for hurt or almost killed but I, may have taken it a step further, This will be angsty, leaning more towards being Susan's child in this one

Warnings!

Cannibalism, some angst, straight up angst, there is death here, not proofread so pardon any spelling mistakes, I got carried away here, Oops!

Susan did NOT survive this long only to get taken out during extermination day, she definitely took out several exorcists, I think she had an axe in one scene but I can't remember if that actually was a thing or if I'm misremembering and that just appeared in my brain munching on a few of them whenever she got the chance too.

She thought you would be good on your own, however she was surely mistaken when she spotted you getting slashed by a exorcist while trying to defend one of the younger cannibals, thankfully one of the others stepped in to help you, saving your life.

However that didn't undo the wound on your stomach, your recovery period was filled with Susan scolding you about getting injured, after all she was older then you and she didn't even get a scratch!

She would scold you if you dared get up, pushing you back down and covering you with a blanket, bringing you soup and tea until you were healed,

She'd never tell you about the genuine fear she felt when she saw you get slashed, many cannibals lost their lives that day, getting killed by angelic weapons meant that you were NOT coming back, she couldn't look at the clothes you were wearing that day the torn fabric and the now dried blood that covered it served as a cruel reminder that you could've died.

Susan may appear heartless, and she's an entitled grumpy old lady but she cared for you,

After all you were one of the only family members that truly cared for her.

Now this is if you keep your life, but what if you didn't?

Susan didn't know where you were, the exorcists had fled, Adam was dead, and many people had permanently lost their life that day.

Including you.

One of the other cannibals found you, spear still stuck in your chest, eyes glazed over and dried tears coating your face.

No one wanted to break the news to Susan but they didn't have too, a small group of your surviving friends surrounded you, mourning and trying to figure out what to do,

Susan broke through them, nothing could prepare anyone for the look of pure horror and heartbreak that appeared on her face.

She tapped your corpse gently with her cane, tell you to stop playing pranks and get up, swearing at you, once the small reality kicked in that you weren't getting up, She'd lean down beside you, gently placing a hand on your face and closing your eyelids,

With your eyes closed you almost looked like you were sleeping.

The aftermath was bad, the house she lived in was empty without you, and there were traces of you everywhere, the dirty dishes you left in the sink saying you'd do them once everything had passed, your clothing that was still in the closet forever waiting to be worn by someone who didn't exist anymore, the awful slippers you insisted on purchasing much to Susan's dismay still by the door way, a dent on the wall from you running into it, a small stain on the carpet from you spilling a smidge of grape juice onto it.

She was bad before but she became worse, more bitter, angry that you were gone, the young were supposed to outlive the old, not the other way around.

Did you think I was done? No.

Let's tweak that last bit,

Susan was capable no doubt, even if she was old,

But she was still an old lady, so you stayed close to her just in case, she handled her own well, but when that exorcist gunned for her, you didn't even think, you just moved infront of her taking the hit for her, angelic weapon stabbing you before being pulled back out, you swung your weapon taking out the exorcist but the damaged had been done, Susan scolded you as you bled out in her arms, calling you an imbecile, a reckless fool,

you laughed saying you were going to miss her scolding you, you told her that you'd do it again if it meant protecting her after all, she was family, she was your family and you loved her despite her faults.

Susan wasn't one for kind comforting words but the last words you heard made you smile, It took you dying to hear those words but it was nice.

You died with a smile on your face, You died saving someone dear to you, Saving her life at the expense of your own.

And that foolish, selfless, and love filled act of yours gave you a shiny Halo and a spot with Sir Pentious.

Good evening everyone! Thank you for tuning in! I hope you enjoyed this, I may have teared up while writing, I got one more request to go before I'm finished with all of em' so feel free to send in a request, I enjoy writing these!

have a wonderful night folks!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #susan & reader #hazbin hotel susan #hazbin susan

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jellieland · 6 months

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The land around spawn is destroyed. Torn to shreds, full of holes. It's like a warzone.

Martyn leans up against the rocks by the side of the Secret Keeper. It, of course, is pristine. Completely untouched. Unharmed.

Something about that makes him really angry.

He glares up at the massive pillar Joel had jumped off a few weeks ago. Behind it, the sky is bright and clear.

Last week, as Jimmy climbed up it, Martyn had shouted after him. Fly, canary, fly.

Usually he might repeat that to himself, at this point. Laugh wryly, gaze off into the distance dramatically. Maybe make some comment about how letting the canary go free didn't actually keep it safe.

Not this time, though.

He won't laugh about it this time, because everyone else already did.

If he thinks about that, it feels like something is burning in his chest, so he keeps thinking about it.

He's the only red left, after all. He has to really give it everything he's got.

He'll tear them to shreds.

There isn't the same red bloodlust, this time, but he can make his own.

They all banded together. Roped in Jimmy, roped in Mumbo. Slayed the monsters, and congratulated themselves on a job well done, and left Martyn completely alone.

Jimmy had already betrayed him. Tried to punch him into lava. They hadn't really had the chance to resolve that, before he was gone.

It had honestly really stung, which was ridiculous and hypocritical given what he did to Scott last time, but he can't help it, no matter how hard he tries. No matter how much he tells himself that he, of all people, really had no right to feel betrayed.

It's so frustrating when he gets attached. It just makes things so much harder.

"You'd think I would've learned by now," he says, bitter. He looks away from the Secret Keeper, across the torn up ground. "You really would."

Maybe he had just been feeling sentimental, today, for some stupid reason. He'd even thought Tango sounded like—well, it's embarrassing to admit this even to himself, so he won't. Tango, of all people! The guy hates him!

But he'll show them.

He's not sure what, exactly, he'll show them, but he will. He'll make them hurt. He'll make them bleed. No honeyed words, this time.

He'd looted Lizzie's house, earlier, before he'd known quite how this was all going to end up.

He still would have if he'd known, of course—it's not like she was using it. Maybe he would have taken more, actually.

It's better not to think about how she died falling through the void, because when he does he starts to remember what that felt like, and he starts to feel cold, and that's the opposite of what he needs, now.

Mumbo had gone off the rails a bit. He does always seem to do that, when he hits red.

Martyn had still given him the TNT he needed, though, of course.

Mumbo had barely got to do anything. He'd had so little time.

It makes him so, so angry.

"I'm going to kill them," he growls, still staring out and away from the Secret Keeper. "I'm going to kill them. They were so proud of themselves."

He clenches his hands into fists.

He should, probably, be marching back home, planning and gather resources and seething in the shadows.

Looking out over this battlefield is good, though.

It's making him feel how he wants to be feeling.

It would be just wonderful if he could find a way to justify saying here forever, but unfortunately that's beyond even his skill at bending the truth into knots.

He is, unfortunately, going to have to go back to the house, eventually.

The house that Jimmy built, with Jimmy's stuff all along one wall, and the chests they'd been using to measure how many tasks they'd each completed.

He glares straight ahead as the thought crosses his mind.

It's always easier being angry. It's always so, so much easier, being angry.

So he'll keep being angry until he is dead. He'll do what he always does, and scream in the face of sorrow.

Hopefully he'll take a few people down with him.

#secret life spoilers #secret life smp #martyn inthelittlewood #my writing

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