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up, up, get up, get moving, we have no time for this.
#cant seem to catch a break pretty sure im burnt out haha#messyr#doodle#vent art#tw#probably relapsing again but oh well it is what it is#bpd#burnout#artists on tumblr
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The Owl and the Bunny Part II FT Chaehyun
Authors note: A special request from @leafostuff. I was tasked with Finishing a piece of his that he couldn’t I hope I did okay as I took some creative liberties
Part I
Trigger Warning: Blood, Self Harm, Attempted autounalivement
Relapsing was undoubtedly the worst, but the situation became even more tangled when an unexpected connection entered the picture again. Sitting solitary in your apartment, another birthday slipped by, and there you were, gazing down upon the bustling Seoul night sky, feeling life's swift passage. You triumphed after the toils of college and relentless job searches—you secured the high rise, garnered accolades, and clinched a new promotion, all on your birthday. Yet, despite these achievements, why does an unsettling hollowness persist? When did this sentiment first take root?
You know when. it was when your favorite Bunny left you...
But before that can be stated there is some background that must be established. Before everything fell apart it was great. it was a humid summer evening you were celebrating your 3rd year of friendship. You were doing well in Top Grades, top in your chosen sport football (US Soccer), and top best friend to one happy bunny. As you sat there and watched her indulge in a mural favorite food. Your heart swelled. You decided to take a chance. You noticed her fidgeting in between bites and said “Hey Bunny I have something I gotta tell you.” Your bunny smiles and turns to you.
“Oh, Ow-lie I have something too.” She says excitedly. Enraptured by her you gesture for her to tell you her news first.
“I’m going to be on a survival show.” She bellows with a proud look. Your eyes go wide, and your heart sinks. You hide your sadness and dissatisfaction with a loving smile and a supportive hug.
“That’s great news bunny. I know you’ve been working so hard to become an idol,” you say calmly.
She hugs you again and you know this is probably one of the last times you’ll see her again. So you lie, and it breaks your heart so that she can pursue her dream.
“Oh that’s great I am so happy for you. I just wanted to tell you that I got accepted into Yale.” Bunny’s eyes go wide with pride but a pit in her heart forms as she knows that this.
That was it. The worst day of your life everything since then has been a slow burn to another downward spiral.
You're being a bit dramatic, don't you think? You know it too. She pursued her dream of shining brighter for everyone around her. She embraced her role in the forest, just like you did. You worried, but at least now you're paid for it—and exceptionally well, I might add. You ventured into business and mathematics, culminating in a successful Risk Aversion Consulting firm. Every big-name company sought your expertise during crises, ensuring almost certain recovery. Yet, why does it all feel so hollow?"You watch over and instead of celebrating after a long day's hard work, you find yourself with a knife around your wrists.
Three weeks ago, you believe you fell back into that dark spiral. Time blurred into a monotonous, endless loop from which you couldn't break free. It's hard to pinpoint exactly, but what triggered this relapse was a seemingly innocuous encounter: witnessing a happy couple during your daily walk to work. Perhaps you've passed them a thousand times before, but what struck you that day was witnessing the man's heartfelt proposal. Instead of joy, it only amplifies the ache in your heart. And so, the vicious cycle begins anew. Alone in your apartment once more, you start over. You reach out to your bunny for the first time in three years, hoping against hope that she could offer some solace, but alas, hope has often been a disappointment for you.
The text travels halfway across the city at the speed of information. A hand reaching out, A Cry for help, a prayer all contained with an invitation from one of Seoul's most sought-after and secretive bachelors. where a different kind of Emptiness gnaws at a soul. Despite being part of one of the most well-liked and appreciated girl groups of the 4th gen and arguably one of the most talented members The Bunny with the charisma of a tiger sat alone in the dorm. despite gaining 6 new sisters Chaehyun had never felt more alone. she longed for simpler times with her Owl, but he's probably long forgotten about her since she went radio silence 2 years ago when Kep1er started. it was especially true since this was her birthday. The Uncertainty of extension weighs heavily on her heart. The comments on her body, the unending Panoptic Gaze held upon her were unrelenting and she often sat in her room for hours holding back tears. She tried to hide it with a facade of Joy and bubbly energy but the mirror was cracking each day as more and more the ever-growing beast took more of her soul. The text reached her at her lowest, 3 past midnight she was crying silently to not wake her members. She read the text and could almost feel the isolation and hurt coming from the small LCD Screen
My Favorite you know how: Hey Bunny,
I hope this message finds you in good spirits. Another birthday has come and gone, and I'm grateful to have made it through. I trust you're indulging in plenty of sweets and enjoying all the pizza your heart desires. I caught wind of your latest comeback, and as expected, it was fantastic. Don't let those negative comments get under your skin too much; you're incredibly brave, far braver than I could ever be. Though, I suppose you've always had a knack for taking risks—a trait I've always admired, albeit from a safe distance.
I find myself extending the same old invitation to hang out once more, but who am I kidding? You've probably changed your number by now, and I'm likely just bothering whoever happens to receive this message.
Apologies for the intrusion,
-Y/N
You are surprised when you get a reply saying "I'll be there in 15." Your eyes widen. is your bunny coming back to you you wonder? is this your chance to finally tell how you feel? A million ideas and thoughts race through your head. it's so overwhelming that you forget about your current situation. You begin to tidy your large apartment picking up the clothes strewn around the room and forget about the increasing blood trail following you as you lose yourself in your tasks. you get so caught up that the blood loss eventually catches up with you and you pass out in the middle of your living room as more blood drips away.
Chaehyun in classic fashion opens the door without knocking when she sees you on the floor and screams.
When you come to you're in a bed that you don't recognize. you look around and see star-white walls with an insistent beeping. You sit up and hear.
"Oh you're finally awake." you turn to the voice and see a doctor. he is an older gentleman who stares at you with a somber look.
"You're lucky your girlfriend found you when she did. Otherwise, I don't think you would have made it." The Doctor Chides. You lean further into your bed after looking down and seeing your bunny who has come to rescue you. tears well up in your eyes, as you try not to cry. A memory flashes in your mind of you not leaving her, and in your selfishness you almost did.
Chaehyun stayed with you well into the morning after your "accident," feeling a deep sense of responsibility for leaving her Ow-lie behind. In her dreams, she wandered through a dark forest, desperately searching for her Owl, only to find scattered feathers. Suddenly, something stirred, and Chaehyun felt a wet sensation land on her. Looking up, she saw you crying atop her, murmuring apologies. Surprised, she gently cradled your face and kissed you, sharing a deep connection that transcended words.
Breaking the kiss, your eyes locked, and you confessed, "I love you, and I will never leave you again, no matter the cost."
Chaehyun smiled at her Ow-lie, responding with an adorable pout, "I'm going to hold you to that."
Years later, following the disbandment of Kep1er and your early "retirement," you and your bunny found yourselves on a beach, savoring the sunset and sipping from coconut straws, living your best lives.
"Hey Bunny, where do you think our next adventure should be?" you asked.
Chaehyun smiled, taking another slice of Hawaiian pizza before responding, "Um, how about... France?"
"I love it," you exclaimed.
"But Ow-lie, you love everything I suggest," Chaehyun teased, pouting playfully.
"Okay, and I love you and your ideas, so why wouldn't I love your suggestions? Besides, as long as I'm with you, any place is paradise," you replied tenderly.
Chaehyun smiled. "Okay, Ow-lie, then France it is. But after that, you get to pick."
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Hello! Got tagged by @eowon @eddiebabygirldiaz and @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove for fuck it Friday and I meant to post earlier but I wanted to work a little more on the scene I wanted to share and got caught up in making baby quilts for an art market I’m tabling at in April.
Going to put the actual scene under a cut because it’s kind of long and there’s talk about addiction. A few people (including @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove) asked for a sequel to close your weary eyes where Bobby does reach out to his dad, so this is a bit of that (Eddie and Bobby talking about the situation at a Buddie engagement party).
Kind of late in the day but if you haven’t already been tagged and gave something to share @buckactuallys @tizniz @shitouttabuck @bigfootsmom @daffi-990 @wildlife4life @thewolvesof1998 @iinryer @homerforsure @chronicowboy
“What are you afraid of?” Eddie asks, still calm and casual like they’re talking about the weather or yesterday’s Rangers-Twins game. It makes it a little easier to get the words out his throat.
”That- I’m afraid that I won’t be forgiven. Not enough. I don’t- I don’t expect total forgiveness, I wouldn’t ask for it, and I don’t think they’re the ones with the power to grant it, anyway. But I-“ Bobby sighs and looks out the window to the backyard. The murmur of everyone enjoying the sun provides a pleasant soundtrack at odds with the conversation. “I just need enough forgiveness for a conversation. I’m afraid they won’t give it to me.”
Eddie nods, twisting the top off his soda. “What else?”
Bobby digs his palms into the cool edge of the ceramic counter tile. “Relapse. I’ll be talking to people I haven’t spoken with since I was at the deepest lows of my addiction, at least in part about the things I did-“ his voice catches and he has to pause, clear his throat. “About the things I did in the throes of that addiction. I am afraid that I will- that I’ll fall back into being that person.” He frowns. “Not that I- I am that person. I did all of those things. I just mean- I don’t want to drink. I don’t want to start using again. I worry dealing with all this would push me in that direction.”
Eddie only nods this time — fair enough, what would you even say to any of that — but is still looking at Bobby like he’s waiting for him to continue, so.
”And I’m afraid… You’re getting married, Eddie. My- Buck- my kid is getting married. I’m afraid I’ll get so bogged down in this I’ll- I’ll ruin- you’ll worry and he’ll worry and everything will be just a little worse and it will be my fault.” He tries to laugh to lighten the mood but it comes out kind of horrible. “Here I am at your engagement party putting all this on you. Bringing down the mood already.”
”We didn't actually plan this party,” Eddie shrugs, corner of his mouth barely tilted up in a smile. “So, you know, bringing down the mood is probably fine. Not officially- uh, a premeditated wedding festivity.”
Bobby laughs a little more genuinely this time. “Oh. Well. Thank goodness.”
Eddie smiles fully before taking a deep breath. He picks at the label on his soda for a moment before setting it down and stepping closer. “I… There’s nothing I can do about that first one. All you can do is ask. But… I don’t know. If it was Christopher? No matter what he did, I’d always want to hear from him. I’d always have that conversation.” Eddie wraps a strong hand around Bobby’s forearm, probably in response to the way his voice has got all hitched. “The second thing? Bobby, we’re all right here for you. Anytime you need- before you call, after, hell, if you want me there with you while you’re on the line, just tell me and I’m there.” Eddie tilts his head to make direct eye contact. “These are not empty words. Promise me you’ll reach out and I promise you I’ll be there to reach back. Alright?”
”Yeah,” Bobby says, a little winded. “I- yes. I promise.”
”Good.” Eddie nods, faith in his eyes that Bobby thinks he probably doesn’t deserve but will try his damndest to live up to. “And the third thing. I think- if it was me, and I had this in my head, even if I didn’t reach out right away it’d be eating away at me. So I don’t think there’s really sense in trying to put it off to- to spare our feelings or whatever the mean little voice in your head is telling you. I think… I dunno, maybe the timing could be a good thing. You have this big, heavy thing to go through, but then you can come over and help pick out flower arrangements or whatever. And I was joking but, look, I don’t care if you fuck up a premeditated wedding activity. I mean-“ Eddie flaps a hand, makes a face. “You’re not gonna fuck anything up. But if you’re not the happiest you could possibly be at all times, that’s fine, Bobby. Remember point two? We’re all right here for you? That doesn’t get put aside because we’ve got other shit going on.”
Bobby nods, once, shaky. “Alright. Okay- Thank you, Eddie. You- You’re a very good man.” He coughs out another laugh. “Here, alright, let’s get back on the right topic- I don’t think I’ve said how glad I am Buck has you in his life.”
Eddie grins. “Can’t be half as glad as I am he’s in mine.”
#fuck it friday#tag games#uhh i guess this isn’t really a bthb even if its a sequel to one#so i guess I’ll just use the tentative fic name#one fine sweet and sunny day
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WOOWEEE i’m still processing the new chapter 🥹 i just wanna stress that there’s multiple realities, guys. jk wanting to respect oc by upholding her wishes to grow, but also feeling abandoned by her choices despite him baring his emotions and desire to have her close by. then you have oc feeling the burden of her family ties/debt with the jeon family and wanting to find out who she is away from her current role, but she’s emotionally attached to jk and it’s blurring with her own goals. not only that, we see jk’s codependency on oc and how that could make her feel more chained down. ultimately she’s always needed by someone, but when has she put her needs first?
as mentioned, this is all so deeply rooted. they need to spend time away from each other to grow. jk is probably going to retreat/relapse to his past behaviors or maybe he’ll also be working on himself so that he can be a better partner for oc … my guts say former because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i’m an angst enthusiast.
ALSO i see lots of ppl saying UGH JUST STAY AND DATE, and while yes … this is a fic, this is a slice of life too. yall realize it is super inappropriate to have a secret relationship with your boss? granted all of my bosses have been old balding dudes and not jk, still … it’s the principle 😭 oc and jk having this “separation” period is good (i’m sleeping on the highway) and needed for their character development. i’m sure theyre gunna meet again and the tension is gunna be so high and they will do the boom boom pow💥🤯😏 without feeling that guilt/weird power dynamic!! 🫶🏼
mimi, you’re so awesome and i love this fic so much. YOUR BRAIN IS SO BEAUTIFUL, MUAH!!!!!!! 💋 you did not disappoint with the make out scene … cuz man if they can get like that on their first kiss … WE ARE NOT READY (i am🤲🏼)!! pls take care of yourself as always and hope you have a lovely day
Hi, anon. I took a break from doing my readings bc this just... this just made me smile and it appeased me (as did a lot of other readers' asks and comments) 🥹🥹 especially considering the other asks claiming how the characters are so dumb and stupid, or that they can just date while OC's in the company or date after she resigns. I would like to copy-paste your first paragraph to everything now hahaha (bc oh god the immense joy of a writer when someone accurately says what I was trying to show is insane and that's what I'm feeling!) 😭😭
Like, you couldn't have said it any better. All those things you mentioned can co-exist, and part of the characters' respective stories is learning that those realities can indeed co-exist. Which is why they're as burdened by their choices as they are (and we'll see more of this in ch12). I'd like for you to park that second paragraph bc... I wrote this entire series with the plan for season 2 so whatever happens at the end of this season, know that more will happen and you kind of raised some points already. 👀👀
And with the boss/asst. thing - YES. The power dynamic goes beyond their roles bc their pasts are intertwined as well. Mr. Ri pointed it out to JK - did he want OC to feel indebted to him, too? There are just so many complications. It's always been about needing to feel free for OC. What that freedom means is something she has yet to explore. Even the question of happiness is something she's figuring out.
BUT THANK YOU, like, really. 🥹🥹 It's always tricky and draining to write super long stories like this bc I need to make sure that the characters and storylines are consistent, and knowing that what I intended comes across (most of the time) is truly worth all the stress of writing this one hahaha I hope you're well and I hope to hear from you and your wonderful mind again! 💕💕💕
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You're okay | Pedro Pascal
TW: depression
Y/N pov:
These last few days have been hard. There's just so many things going on inside my head, I can barely focus on anything.
It's currently 7 pm here in New York and I swear I just want to scream. I'm supposed to memorize my lines for my upcoming movie that starts shooting in a few weeks but I simply can't. Everything is so messed up right now. My mind is driving me insane. I've been locked up in my apartment for 2 days by now, my phone was somewhere in my place but I didn't give a fuck about checking my messages or answering the calls. I just want myself back, I don't want to feel depressed again, I'm so freaking scared. I even lost my appetite because of how nauseous I've been feeling. Everything inside of me was hurting.
I've been struggling with my mental health since I was a teenager because of some bad traumas, but I haven't had a relapse for a long time. I really thought I was getting better, but I guess I'm not. All I can think about is how insufficient I feel. Why can't I just feel good for once?
I'm laying on the floor and July by Noah Cyrus was playing in the back. My head hurts because of all the stress and anxiety. I feel so mentally drained.
My self destructive mind is destroying me slowly. I feel like everyone is sick of me, why would they even like me if I'm such a mess? What would my boyfriend think of me? He's such a lovely, sweet person and here I am, a living disaster. I'm not good enough, how is he in love with me? Am I even a good actress? What if the people on the internet are right about me? I'm so sick of myself.
I started sobbing, trying to let go of my bottled up emotions. Why is everything so hard? I don't want to feel like this anymore.
Suddenly someone started knocking at my door and I panicked. I don't want anyone to see me this weak and vulnerable.
"Y/N, please open the door" Pedro said, "Amor please let me in" he said in a worried tone.
"I- I- I can't" I said with a broken voice.
"Baby what's going on?" he said with a sad tone
Pedro's pov:
I've been trying to reach my beloved girlfriend since yesterday, it's extremely rare of her to just go missing. I thought she was busy working on those lines she told me about, but this was getting very weird, so I decided to call her best friend Florence to ask her if she knows something.
"Hey Pedroouu, what's up?" Flo said in her british accent.
"Hii Flo, I was just wondering if you know something about Y/N, she hasn't been answering my calls or texts since yesterday and I'm getting very worried" I said.
"She didn't answer me either, I just hope she's not..." Flo said in a worried voice.
"She's not what?" I interrupted her.
"I don't know if she talked to you about this, but Y/N gets this depressive episodes sometimes and she gets to isolate herself as a coping mechanism because you know... it's hard. It's really weird though, it's been a while since the last one" Flo explained.
"She never told me about this" I said.
"Well, it's probably because she doesn't want to feel like a burden. You should go to her place, let her know that you're there for her. At the beginning of our friendship it was really hard for her to open up with me. She really hates showing her most vulnerable side to anyone, especially people she really cares about. I would visit her but I'm shooting in Scotland right now" Flo said.
"Oh and let me tell you Pascal, Y/N gets extremely sensitive when she's going though some deep shit so please be patient, and take her some sweets, it will help to lift up her mood" Flo told me.
"I'm heading out to her place now, thank you so much Flo, I'll let you know how she's doing" I said.
"Please take care of my best friend, byee" Flo said ending the call.
I ran out to buy some of Y/N favourite's sweets and some pink tulips before heading to her apartment, luckily she lives close to my place here in Manhattan so I didn't have to take the subway.
When I got to her door, I heard some music and loud sobs. It broke my heart. I started knocking at her door, but she didn't answer.
"Y/N, please open the door" I said extremely worried.
"Amor please let me in" I begged.
"I- I- I can't" she said with a broken voice.
"Baby what's going on?" I said.
"Please go away" she said sobbing.
"I'm not leaving you, Y/N. Please just open the door, I'm here for you" I said putting my forehead in her door.
A few seconds later, the music stopped and she opened the door. She was wearing a big Fleetwood Mac shirt that she probably stole from me, some shorts and her favourite avocado socks, looking like a homeless man as she would say... Her eyes were puffy and her cheeks and nose were a bit red from all the crying. The view broke my heart.
"Amor" I said in a low voice.
She broke down crying again covering her face with her hands. Immediately I left the grocery's bag on the small side table, to hug her right there. She just kept sobbing on my chest.
"Shhh, everything's okay, you're okay" I said trying to comfort her.
"I- I feel so drained and it's so overwhelming" she said crying.
"I know baby, I know. But I'm here for you and I promise that everything will get better, you will feel better" I said kissing her forehead.
I carried her to the couch and I sat her in my lap. She cuddled closer to my chest feeling a bit calmed. I caressed her face with my hands trying to clean the dry tears while she played with her fingers nervously. I left a kiss in her forehead and in the peck of her nose making her giggle.
I came close to her lips to finally kiss her gently, and when I felt her smile during it, I felt the happiest man alive. She's the most perfect girl I've ever seen. Even at her worst she has me mesmerized. I wish she could see herself from my eyes.
"Why are you staring? I know I look awful" She said.
"I'm admiring how gorgeous you are, mi vida. Thank you for being vulnerable with me, I know it's hard for you to let someone see you like this" I said.
"Thank you for being here for me even at my worst, it really means a lot" she said.
"I will always be here for you, amor. So don't try to push me away because I will always stay close to you, on your good days or bad days. I will never leave your side, Y/N. I love you so much and I really wish I could take all your pain away. You have the prettiest soul, and I wish you could see how everyone around you is completely mesmerised by you, especially me. You're like a ray of sunshine in a cloudy day". I told her.
"I know your mind can play you wrong sometimes, but I promise that you're worth of all the good things and I'm so lucky of calling you mine. Everything will get better baby and I will be here by your side, always." I said putting my forehead against hers, caressing her cheek.
"I love you so so much Pedro" she told me tearing up a bit.
"I love you more, mi vida" I said leaving a kiss on her lips.
"Do you wanna see what I brought you?" I said cleaning her tears with my hands.
"What is it?" She said smiling.
I stood up to get the sweets and flowers out of the bag. I walked to the couch and I saw the way her eyes glowed when she saw what I had in my hands.
"You didn't have to, they're beautiful" she said hugging me. I wrapped my arms around her waist.
"I will never lose a chance of spoiling my favourite person, you deserve so many beautiful things, te amo más de lo que puedes imaginar" I said.
She left a small and cute kiss on my lips, before saying that she loves me too.
We spent the rest of the night watching some funny videos on tik tok and eating the sweets, eventually Y/N started feeling a bit better. We even called Flo and she showed us how her precious dog Billie was wearing her wig from the movie she was filming, making us explode in laughs.
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ok so I didn't know how to finish this... I hope it's finee. pls let me know if I wrote something wrong, english is not my first language and sometimes i get confused with the grammar. anygays enjoyyy💗
xoxo,
mills.
#pedro pascal#pedro x reader#pedro pascal one shot#pedro pascal imagine#joel x reader#joel miller#pascalispunk
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I could possibly have stomached James being back and forgiven apparently, if it wasn't for the casually dropped in statutory rape, what on earth?? The writers were probably trucking along with their "everyone deserves forgiveness" train, meanwhile anyone with a jot of common sense had air raid sirens screaming "DO NOT LET THAT MAN NEAR JAMIE". I'd have been angry with the forgiveness side anyway (we see no signs that James is trying to be a better person or even that hes not going to try and beat the shit out of his son again, for all we know thats a court mandated rehab), but I could have sort of understood it. Adding in that fun little fact made James go from terrible horrific abuser to just completely unforgiveable.
honestly i completely agree with you. I know this is a very divisive arc and there were people who genuinely loved where they took it because it resonated with them in some way, especially for some people who have been through similar experiences and appreciated the recognition that someone like James could successfully change. I really try to accept and understand fans who have that opinion and I want to be very clear that I both recognize addiction is a disease and think there is nothing inherently wrong with wanting to or actually forgiving your abuser. Each situation is different! People suffering from addiction can absolutely recover! Individuals need to do what is right for them in their real actual lives, etc.
That said, the parts I loathe about the Jamie & James arc, from my own personal opinion, are:
any sort of relationship Jamie and James may have moving forward post-canon is inherently a complex one, but the writers did not address the conclusion of the arc complexly. At all. Instead it was "oh everything conveniently worked out and here they are happy and together" wrapped up in a 10 second flash-forward which is just...no.
there is absolutely no evidence that James' violence stems directly from his addiction. there is nothing to say a sober James isn't every bit as abusive as a drunken James. There is no indication that Jamie isn't putting himself back into a situation that is downright unsafe, or that he isn't at risk of coming into harm and being deeply hurt all over again. there is nothing to say James hasn't tried rehab before, and relapsed.
James never apologizes or owns up to his actions onscreen.
Jamie's decision to forgive his dad comes at a time when he's in a very vulnerable place mentally, having just come off a canonical depressive episode. He consults no one about forgiving his father apart from Ted, who is quite literally the worst person on the show he could have consulted (no offense, Ted, it's just that the man is incapable of being objective when it comes to Jamie and the father&son of it all). The decision isn't being made in a healthy state of mind and Jamie hasn't rallied a support group around him before taking the leap. From what we see on screen, he seemingly doesn't tell anyone that he's going to visit his dad in rehab.
there's a way that all of this can make sense. I can make sense of why Ted, with his own heaping helping of daddy issues, would give Jamie the advice he does. I can see why Jamie (again, in a vulnerable place) would take it! why he decides the right thing to do is to reach out to his dad! I can see him going to visit. I can imagine that visit going well or going poorly, can see James' stint in rehab being mandated, or also him checking himself it. But at the end of the day, those scenarios are all imagined! none of that nuanced context is provided on the show. Rather, the presentation and messaging are hasty and in my person opinion, flat-out dangerous. They lead the casual viewer to read Ted's advice as good (it categorically isn't), and Jamie as Doing the Right and Responsible Thing, when it's a hell of a lot more complicated that that.
it is also weird and complicated to have Jamie take Ted's advice over his mum's, who in the same episode, mind you, told him James was never ever going to change. again, we can jump through hoops to make sense of it, but we shouldn't have to.
there's absolutely a pattern of abuse being weirdly minimized on ted lasso/victims forgiving their abusers and i think that's gross. you can't claim to be a comedy show that dares to tackle real, tough issues in one breath and then expect us to laugh off abuse (Jane/Beard) in the next. Sometimes it's like they change what kind of show they want to be scene by scene, lol.
as you point out, in my opinion it is completely batshit on the writer's part to have introduced "btw Jamie's dad, who we've previously established beats him and verbally abuses him, ALSO proxy raped him when he was 14!" in the same season in which you plan to have Jamie forgive said father (with next to no buildup or context) just a few episodes later. Like, yes, let's add even deeper layers to Jamie's tragic backstory before we wash it away in feel-good reunion tosh! just, ew. what on earth were they thinking.
So all in all, I think the arc could have been successful if the writers had known where they were going with it from the beginning of the season and given it the kind of care that sort of storyline demands. However they didn't do that, and the end message is incredibly harmful as a result.
#from strictly what we see on screen. i think there are for more signs that this ISN'T going to work out then there are for it going well#if the writers want us to believe it was a positive step for Jamie they should have. you know. actually written that with intent and care.#james tartt sr#jamie tartt#ted lasso#asks#tw abuse#tw rape mention#ted lasso critical
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RL Simselfstory (18+)
CW: unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy stuff, addiction, drugs ⚠️
It was Friday. Finally! That was my last day of work in that fucking asylum I worked. 🥳 Goodbye Mr. B., on never reunion! 😡
I had a date with N. I haven’t seen him all week. Which kind of unsettled me. After all there was still his.... fiancée or ex-fiancée. Second, I’ve probably been pregnant, since our last night together in his Mom's house.... Anyway, first I went to Sandra, to visit her and little Liam, who, btw.... shit on me. 🤨 Yep, little stinky pooped and the poop escaped! 💩 My dress was the target. So, Sandra lent me something to wear.
Sandra was the only one I told about Nico and that I might be pregnant. S. was so happy for me. She said, I have to keep this baby! Who knows, if I will ever get pregnant again, after I had those issues in summer last year? It's like a little miracle she meant. Also this was the second time I was pregnant by N. So this time, I just have to keep it, she said. But what about Daniel? I was so sad again. When I stopped by my apartment at the beginning of the week, to check if everything is still ok there, I had that sad dream about Daniel. I was totally depressed because of that. But apart from Daniel and Nico’s ex- fiancée, there was a really serious problem, that will await me and my baby, if I am actually pregnant. 😥🤦♀️ My fucking pills! I relapsed a few weeks ago and had to start that drug replacement therapy again. This damn thing ruined everything. That’s why, I’m going to make an appointment for an abortion. But Sandra and my Grams will save my Baby. 😞 They’re gonna change my mind at the last second! 🩷🧡 But as for my addiction & pregnancy, I think I’ll have to make a own post about it. I mentioned once, at the beginning, that I had a high-risk pregnancy. And well, this was the reason.
Anyway, Sandra tried to calm me down..
Sandra: Don’t you worry, sweetie! After the weekend we will get you a pregnancy test and if it's actually positive, I'll help you. 💛
Me: Ok. But what about Nico? He doesn't even like Babyies. Besides, he’s gonna hate me for taking those damn pills.
Sandra: Yeah, that’s pretty serious A.... But your doc said your pills won’t hurt your baby in case of pregnancy. So don't worry, it's gonna be fine. 😟
Me: Yea, but he also said, that my baby might get withdrawal symptoms the first days after birth. Daniel and I talked about all this earlier. But Nico? He's gonna hate me! And he's right! I'm gonna die if my Baby gets withdrawal. But my parents are gonna kill me anyway. 😩🤦♀️
Sandra: I'm sure N. ’ll love your Baby.... Once he’s here to pick you up, I’ll give him Liam. You’ll see, he’ll like it and he’ll change his mind about Babies.
Nico came...
Sandra: Hi, Nico! Nice to see you. Glad you're back. (😬)
Nico: Hi, S.! Yea, good to see you too. Kind of crazy. I barely left for a year and everyone has babies. Philip told me a bit last summer... Are you ok?
Sandra: Yea all fine. He's my little sunshine. He has changed my whole life. I'm so grateful for my Baby.
Nico: Glad to hear that. You look good S.... Oh, and I got a little something for.... Liam, right? Here, just a gift card, nothing special. I'm not that good with all that baby stuff.
Sandra: Whaat??.... Thanks, N. This is so cute, but you didn't have to! 🤩
Nico: Not a big deal.
Sandra: Now I see it too, you’ve changed, N.... I like that. 😊
Me: Aww, you're so sweet. I missed you.
Nico: I missed you too, you’re so pretty, babe.
Nico (to S.'s bf): Yo, man!... What happend to your black suits? Is that... hipster, nerdy look, your new style now? 🤨
S.'s bf: What happened to your tracksuits? Ha? 😮💨
Nico: You’ve never seen me in a tracksuit, so what’s your point?
S.'s bf: Hm, that’s how I remembered you. Maybe bcs of your... soccer thing, you know? 🤨
Nico: Yea, anyway 😒 ...... Let’s go, babe. Today I’ll take you to my place.
Me: And you're sure we'll be alone there?
Nico: Don't you trust me? I told you, I broke up with her. It's over.
Me: But why didn't you want to see me? I was so sad this week.
Nico: I wanted to see you! I just didn’t have time, I was busy with soccer. Was pretty tough that week. But you knew that. I called you. Every day.
Me: Yea. Idk? I thought maybe she was with you? And I was so sad about Daniel too. But when you’re with me, that pain is gone.
Nico: Why didn’t you just tell me?... I was at practice and I couldn’t come to you bcs of your parents .🤷♂️ But let's talk later about that.
I think Liam thought Nico was Daniel. 🙁 He started crawling all the way to Nico. Just to look and smile at him. He was literally cracking up about Nico. This was so funny. I’ve never seen and heard Liam laugh so loudly and much. So cute! Sandra asked Nico to take Liam in his arms. She wanted to see, if he was really afraid of Babies. Nico hesitated. But I could understand him! Liam just pooped, that little stinky. Again! 💩💩🤷♀️
Nico (to S.): Can you please take Liam. I think he’s pooping.
Sandra: OH! Ok sorry. Yea, just give him to me.
Nico: Heh! I knew it, I knew it! 😄
Sandra: Oh no, Liam! That new baby food, is probably not really good for you, huh?
Nico: This little dude seems like a little shit. 😉😄
Sandra: Just wait till you get your own little shit.
Nico: Nah! No thanks! As long as I can avoid it, I will.
Sandra: Are you sure you’re doing everything to avoid it?
Nico: I hope so? 🫤
Sandra: But seriously Nico. What if A. wants a Baby? Will you say no to her?
Nico: Am... If she really wants a Baby, I won’t say no to her, of course.
Sandra: But what about you? Will you take care of your Baby?
Me: 🤦♀️🤦♀️
Nico: I'll have to, I guess... Babe? You ok?... What's up?
Me: Nothing! Let's just go.
Nico took me to his place, where he and his ex-gf lived together. I was so nervous. I was afraid of what to expect. He warned me and said that some of her things are still lying around there. He tried to put everything away today, so that I feel comfortable there, but some of her stuff, she still has to pick up. I could see he was nervous too. Rather worried that it could hurt me, to see, how the two have lived together.
He also told me, when she moved in with him, she has the entire living room newly furnished, without Nico knew about it. She just ordered everything in Nico’s name, so he got the bill at the end. A friend of hers studied interior design or something and that girl, wanted to redecorate his whole apartment. But Nico came home from abroad in time and was able to stop this shit. He was totally pissed! He didn’t want to pay that bill and told her that she has to do it, or he's gonna dump her. Well, her parents had to pay for the new living room.... This is so crazy!! I'd never do something like this! Even now not after all those years with him.
Anyway, next time I will tell more about her and I will meet her there myself. 🤦♀️ Actually, she was ok. And tbh, I felt bad about her. She told me what happened to her a few years ago. Something really bad! That’s also why Nico couldn’t just break up with her, like he thought. She threatened to hurt herself, if he did. I thought that was totally stupid of her!! And I was mad at Nico, bcs he allowed her to succeed with that pity shit. But you'll see soon what I mean.
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Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Fem!Reader **Commission**
Commission for @jesseapples ! Hope you enjoy!!
Prompt: Fuyuhiko comforts his gf who's going through a rough patch
Warnings: self h*rm (non descript but Fuyuhiko does check the wounds), anxious and depressed reader, cursing
Word count: ~1,538
A/N: I hope this helps anyone having a rough time (me included HA)!!
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Fuyuhiko could tell something was off.
You were doing a great job pretending like everything was fine. Like you were functioning normally, like there wasn’t a crushing weight on your back that seemed to only get heavier and heavier each day… But Fuyuhiko could tell.
He could tell from the way you sighed quietly before you rolled out of bed in the morning. From the way your breakfast started to dwindle as your motivation started leaving. He saw the way you’d stand in front of the mirror before starting (attempting) your morning routine, how you’d stare at yourself with the slightest twitch of your mouth into a scowl.
The way, only recently, you’d shy away whenever he’d gotten too close when embracing you, or kissing you somewhere, as if you didn’t want him near (or had you thought that he didn’t want you near…?)
The most notable, Fuyuhiko thought, would have to be when you’d asked him to order your drink for you somewhere. Less of the question itself and more of how fucking defeated you looked when asking him, as if you’d failed somehow in asking for his help.
That day he’d decided he had to say something. He’d known you well enough to let you try to work through it alone first, to see if you would come to him if needed, but… he couldn’t stand seeing the way your smile had dimmed from its usual dazzling form.
You were in bed when he knocked gently on the door. Your skin was stinging, burning from the harm you’d inflicted just moments ago, (your relapse, your mind reminds you painfully) and you couldn’t help but hurry the blanket over your body to hide any indication of them. You didn’t want to worry Fuyuhiko, but…
You’d been in bed since this morning, since he’d left for work, weaving vines of anxiety tangling in your chest at the mere concept of getting out of bed, of being perceived by anyone. It was too much: the burning gaze of everyone judging you when you left the house, the effort needed to get ready and go out, every fucking day.
Everyday you would wake up and roll out of bed. Everyday you’d do your deep breathing exercises, you’d do your thought deconstruction to silence your mind, everything that you’d learned to help your mind settle itself, and everyday it grew more and more exhausting. You didn’t know how much longer you could keep going like this. It was exhausting. Ears constantly listening for any, even slight indicator that something could go wrong, eyes constantly flicking to check if anyone noticed that your shopping carts wheel is loose and squeaking and it’s so loud and—
“Hey,” he was in front of you now. When had he moved in front of you? “Talk to me,” he continued softly, eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Did something happen?”
You paused, mulling it over in your mind. Had something happened? Probably. What had gotten you this bad, again…?
“Maybe something with that one friend you’ve been having problems with?”
Oh. Yeah. That’d be it. You sighed, snuggling deeper into the blanket. “...And– just… work. And everything. Nothing. I don’t know.”
“Too much to think about?” he asked, moving to sit on the bed by your side. All you could do was nod at his question, making him hum thoughtfully. “...I haven’t seen you this bad in a while,” he murmured after a moment, and you assumed he was trying to sound nonchalant about it, but the way his eyes were scanning over your face for every little twitch told you how concerned he actually was. Guilt filled your stomach, and all you could do was avert your gaze and shy away.
Fuyuhiko stopped you before you could, gently lifting the blanket away from your face with an amused smirk. “You can’t hide while I’m talking to you,” he tutted, teeth flashing as he briefly grinned. Before you could retort back at him, he was already nudging you over with a playful roll of his eyes, settling in beside you and throwing the blanket over both your heads.
It was a light moment, and for a moment you found yourself free of your overworking mind, taking in how utterly silly Fuyuhiko looked hiding under the blanket with you. You watched him annoyedly swat at the way the blanket dipped in front of his face, obscuring his view, and a laugh erupted from you from how genuinely irritated he seemed.
“Hey!” Fuyuhiko scowled, but there was a light flush on his cheeks, “Sh-shut up, don’t make me leave—” His eyes gleamed playfully despite his threat, and you could tell by his self satisfied smirk as you guffawed that your laughter was what he wanted in the first place.
“As if you actually would,” you retorted, a mischievous smile pulling at the corner of your lips. He rolled his eyes instead of responding, scoffing at your smirk and rolling over as if to get out of bed. It was as if by instinct that your arms immediately locked around his waist, giggles slipping through your lips as you trapped him from leaving.
He sighed loudly as you kept him from leaving, but as he rolled over you saw a flash of his smile before his hand cradled the back of your head. The retort on your lips died as he prompted your forehead to lay against his shoulder, his other arm coiled around your waist to keep you close to him. You, instead, sighed quietly, feeling your body start to melt into his hold.
It was quiet for a few moments before he spoke again, voice soft, reserved for you, “You wanna talk about it? One issue at a time?”
You thought about it for a moment. It would be helpful to go through each problem one at a time, tackle each one and move on, but… Today, after feeling so fucking awful recently, all you wanted was to lay in his arms for a while. You shook your head against his shoulder, mumbling, “Maybe later.”
Fuyuhiko hummed in response, rubbing patterns on your back absently, “How bad is it this time? Think you can scale it for me, sweetheart?”
You swallowed thickly, averting your gaze for a moment as you contemplated telling him. You bit your lip, chewing on it slightly. Your silence was the only answer he needed, without a word he gently guided your gaze back to his, forefinger and thumb gripping your chin. He searched your eyes, your face, his eyes flicking around your form as he tried to read you.
“...That bad?” he asked softly after a moment. You felt affection swell in your chest for how well he knew you. Even now, when you were basically non-verbal, giving him the vaguest answers known to man… he knew what you meant. What you needed.
“May I?” he suddenly asked softly, and you gazed up at him in confusion. He pointedly tilted his chin towards where your hands were absently tugging on the fabric of your clothes, hiding the wounds inflicted earlier. You hadn’t even noticed. “You told me to look out for that a while ago,” he reminded you softly, as if reading your mind, tone just as soft, “I’m just wanna make sure they’re clean.”
You bit your lip, swallowing thickly but nodding. You tentatively raised the fabric from your skin, watching his eyes scan over the wounds attentively. His fingers gently grazed over the sensitive skin, his eyes flicking observantly towards your face to check for any wince.
You were surprised when he nodded slightly, placing a quick kiss to the skin before allowing you to hide it again. He didn’t seem upset, but his arm around your waist tightened after you’d comfortably settled in his arms again. You didn’t speak, maintaining the comfortable silence as you felt his hand rub over your back, his lips pressed absently to the crown of your head.
“...Sorry,” you whispered after a moment, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
“Don’t be,” he replied immediately, “Happens to all of us. I’m just glad I was here.”
“You’re not upset?” you murmured uncertainly, voice slightly muffled from how your lips rest against his skin.
“No,” he assured you almost instantly, tapping on your shoulder to bring your head out of the crook of his neck. His eyes met yours, and you were almost surprised by how intense his gaze was, his voice low and firm, “Y/N, I will never be upset at you for something like this. I want you to come to me.” You watched as he tried valiantly to keep his gaze locked with yours, but you could see the light flush on his cheeks at being so openly vulnerable. It made a smile tug at your lips.
You hummed in response, feeling as the tension finally started to melt from your body after weeks of stress. Your eyes drifted closed without your permission, too soothed by how his fingers massaged your scalp. Things weren’t fixed, certainly not, but you have someone on your side, and you decided that maybe that’s enough.
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Sleep Token - Like That - Analysis
TW: abusive behaviour
“Trapped under the surface of your words”
I really like. I don't like that fact that he feels trapped but “under the surface of your words” makes me think about the depth that some things can have that we say. He probably does not mean it like that but it just makes me think about this.
It could also be understood in a way that someone is using words in order to manipulate someone.
“There is a new intention”
What was the old intention when that is the new intention?
Was Sleep nice in the beginning but turned out the be a devil in disguise?
“New whispers that once could not be heard”
Seems like someone or something is showing how they really are. It reminds me of the fading honeymoon phase in a relationship. Suddenly you are like “who is that?!” “why do I like them?!”
“Catching your intention”
One of my BPD “powers” are that I'm able to see through the disguise of another human quickly. I makes me think about that.
The way that he says this though makes it sound negative. As if he finally figured out the real intentions behind someone / something else's behaviour.
“wait, talking with razors / braces on your tongue”
Another misheard one! I hear braces. I know that it does not make much sense but in the Drumeo interview you can hear loud and clear that he sings “braces”. I mean I get it either way. Someone is being manipulative or even worse.
“new weapons to snap those final strings”
I feel this line this much. It takes me right back to the abusive relationships that I was in. This whole verse seems to be talking about abusive behaviour.
“just to watch me fall back”
Falling back is horrible because you are the one who has to gather all the energy and pick yourself up again after it. Makes me think about the times I fell back and relapsed.
Having someone watch you do this and not do anything about this but enable this....I don't even know what to say.
“Do you like that?”
That's actually interesting. If he can ask something like this is he aware of what's going on. If he is aware of it why does he not put an end to it?
“push down into membranes and layers”
To me this just underlines how deep all of this is. It's so deep that this even goes down into membranes and layers.
“Creating a slow dissection”
It just underlines everything that was already said. I like that he calls it “dissection”. You can feel how he is being picked apart and torn into pieces (my life is torn....my bones they bleed).
“I stumble into your tar trap”
I like this word “tar trap”. It creates also a very vivid picture of what's going on. I think it's also interesting that later he sings “I am thick tar on the inside burning”. Because he refers to himself as tar then.
“an addition to your collection”
This evokes a feeling that I can relate to. It makes me think about my past relationships.
“fall into your eyes like a grave”
Instead of looking at someone and falling in love with them when you in their eyes he falls into them in order them to be buried.
“all that is inside, all your anger”
Which is why they act the way they do. They want to suck you in.
“Bury me to the sound of your name”
Well maybe it's time to break away from that relationship?!
“all your disgust, all your resentment”
Oh Vessel...it's not them it's their Ego. XD
I'm trying to help him out here.
“all your pain”
We all have that! It just depends on us if we transform it, alchemize it or if we hurt others with it and cause even more pain.
This whole song makes me think about the things that we are able to tolerate and what we call “love”.
It also make me think about how horrible I was but also how horribly I was treated.
It's song like these that make me question the agreed upon lore that this is about a “toxic relationship”. I feel like the word “toxic” is not strong enough to describe it.
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Rewriting Oops to have more continuity (ideas)
There is no lawyer B plot. It’s gone. We stay A plot. Striker is in Greed for a hit on Fizz by some wacko fan of Oz who wants Fizz dead for hoarding his heart, a clown pageant competitor, or otherwise. (Established motives) But Striker plans to injure him and hold him for ransom. Blitzø is also in Greed and he is there after tracking down striker and wanting to take him out himself for threatening his livelihood and friends again. Crimson just isn’t in the episode.
The same scene happens with Fizz being pulled down the street by his doggies. Maybe lose the tacky sperm confetti. Grow up. Striker pulls his sniper out at Fizz and Blitzø points his sniper rifle at Striker, but his eyes follow to where Strikers pointing his own gun. At Fizz. Oh shit. But Fizz is a very slippery target (maybe have Striker say that, call back to his previous line) Blitzø in his panic stupidly falls out of the street from his vantage point in front of Fizz causing Striker to miss the shot. The same argument with Blitzo and Fizz but Blitz is trying not to let him just leave cause he’s a target but also can’t just tell him. Fizz thinks he’s trying to talk to him or was stalking him, and they get so caught up in their back and forth that he almost forgets striker, and unwittingly gets trapped by him in a trap he’d laid out, and taken hostage.
They don’t discuss sex in their cell, they briefly talk about Asmodeus as Blitzø bitterly tries to figure out if Fizz is in an abusive relationship or a safe one and he questions why Oz isn’t here to protect him. Fizz just outright refuses to speak to him only to shut up and stop acting like he cares. That is a brief exchange before they start talking about people like Mammon, who’s hurting Fizz, spitting back about people Blitz had hurt: Verosika, Barbie who Fizz has learned relapsed after encountering Blitzø again, while striker masks himself and prepares to take a hostage video.
Fizz while Blitz is arguing with Striker, quietly sees a text from Oz asking how he is. Fizz’s eyes dart around suspiciously and he texts back “Fine. Practice is going well.” He’s more interested in continuing the cathartic conversation and doesn’t feel all that threatened. Then he acts out how scared he is and Blitz side eyes him seeing through it.
Ozzie should have a conversation with Stolas about consent and etiquette, annoyance that his affair is still being so loud and messy, for about two minutes until his whimpering and begging just forces Oz to have him escorted out. Done with.
Fizz tries all sorts of aversion tactics to get striker not to go through with the hostage plan, having the same uncomfortable topic about being a purse dog, for Mammon not Asmodeus—surprising Blitzø. Striker tells Fizz he saw the papers and respects the fact he’s bleeding Oz dry. This enrages Fizz who denies it and says he is in a relationship with him—shocking and hurting Blitzø but he masks it. Striker smirks and says “That’s what I thought. Get a little hot under the ruffle and the truth comes out. Disgusting class traitor.” He probably would have hurt him causing Blitzo to lunge at him. The whole reason Striker targeted him was because he was pissed about this stupid clown pageant that represents everything he hates about the caste system. Fizz is in very strong denial about it. He keeps telling Striker he’ll regret sending that video and not to do it, saying that he’s trying to help him and not eat his own like Striker keeps doing. Blitzø will probably defend Fizz by bringing up the fact Striker is constantly trying to sabotage the very business that IMP built.
If we can keep the goons in the warehouse bit I’d imagine Fizz is in the midst of talking his way out of all of this until blitzø impulsively shoots somebody and crashes their crate down. Similar action sequences and arguing, without stating anything have them flash back to being teenagers running through the streets after shoplifting, memories of Fizz’s birthday party haunt them both. I’m not really sure how I’d rewrite that conversation it just needs to be way longer and they need to speak to each other in the flashbacks.
When Fizz stops running and just texts Oz that he’s in danger. It’s an instant reply. The place goes up in blue flames instantly and Oz portals him out, not before he asks him to save Blitzø too. Fizz won’t tell him who striker is cause he feels so deeply wrong about it.
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it’s so rare when a writer will write for sh stuff so i get it if you’re tired of writing these but can i request a gn reader going to omori characters confessing to relapsing and asking for help? i totally get it if you don’t want to write this so don’t force itself to do anything u don’t want to. have a nice day/night!
TRIGGER WARNING: self-harm, relapse
G/N READER CONFESSING TO RELAPSING TO RW OMORI CHARACTERS HEADCANONS// INCLUDES: SUNNY, KEL, AUBREY, BASIL, HERO, MARI
A/N: of course! i like to write these kinds of things in the hopes that it can comfort anyone struggling :) and i'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors, i wrote this late at night
SUNNY
if you tell him and he doesn't know about your s/h, he will be shocked.
he feels a bit guilty, like he should've been there for you more.
if he already knows about it, he'll be sad, but not disappointed. in fact, he's proud of you.
(not proud of you for s/hing i meant like for making it so far U KNOW WHAT I MEANT))
he'll definitely listen intently if you want to talk to him about what's going on.
if you want to get professional help, he'll encourage it! he'd love to help u with it but to be honest he's never gotten therapy himself so he really doesn't know what to do
he will subtly pay attention to your arms and such, and if he notices marks/fresh scars, he'll talk to u about it in private, and comfort you.
"i'm proud of you, Y/N. remember you can always talk to me, okay?"
he loves u vry much, but it is kind of difficult for him to express emotions, but he's trying his best
KEL
when you tell him, he hugs you quickly.
"oh, Y/N..."
he isn't great at this kind of thing, esp considering he doesn't even know how to deal with his own emotions, so he might be a bit frustrating at times
if he doesn't know beforehand, he really doesn't know what to say.
he'll hug you tight, and tbh he'll probably cry. KEL does not like the idea of you hurting at all.
if he knows, again, he'll hug you, but this time he'll reassure you a lot.
"Y/N.. i'm proud of you for doing so well. we all have bad days, just please remember me whenever you feel bad, okay? i'm always here."
he tries to distract you a lot, like purposely getting injured and coming to you for help, so instead of focusing on your own emotions, you can focus on patching him up
he encourages you to come to his basketball games, and watch him practice (not only is it more time with u, he also doesn't want to leave you alone)
he will be sleeping over at your house often, no questions asked (or vice versa)
overall, he cares a lot about you, but he has a hard time understanding, so be patient!!
AUBREY
AUBREY feels pretty bad about it. she knows deep down it wasn't her fault, but she still feels like maybe she could've done something to prevent it.
if she doesn't know about it and you tell her, she'll hug you and tell you how much you mean to her. she can't afford to lose another person, especially not you.
if she knows, she'll hug you again and tell you it's okay. that we all have fuck-ups sometimes, and that you aren't weak.
she likes to come to your window at night and invite you to come outside, and you two go for walks, listen to music, hang out with her gang, go to the gas station, whatever.
not only is it quality time with you, she gets to distract you from your thoughts swarming you at night.
she holds your hand and squeezes tight when she thinks you're feeling down, as if it's a way of reassuring you that she'll always be there.
BASIL
if BASIL doesn't know about your problem and you tell him, he probably cries. not like wailing but just soft, small sniffles.
he hugs you, tight, and lets you know that you don't have to do that to yourself. that you're amazing, and you don't deserve that pain.
if he knows, he'll take your hands and sit down with you. tells you that nobody wants you to suffer alone. to think of your friends, and all of your memories together.
he asks to see your wounds and helps you clean and bandage them if they aren't always patched.
your well-being is always important to him, but sometimes he doesn't know how to help you.
encourages you to start counseling if you're comfortable with it
tells you very often how much u mean to him, and honestly worries a lot about you
HERO
feels immense guilt either way. he wants nothing more than to protect you.
he'll hug you, and cry into your shoulder. he doesn't like to be vulnerable, but he simply can't help it this time.
he definitely wants you to get professional help, because he knows full well he can't save you from everything
he likes to do simple things for you, like cooking you breakfast, doing your chores, and it's ramped up once he knows you're struggling.
he will constantly remind you how much he loves you, and will always listen and help the best he can
you mean the world to him, and it hurts him a lot when you hurt yourself. he feels guilty for it, but he'll probably tell you anyways (considering there's a chance to make you stop, he'll take it)
cares for u so much, and lets you know a LOT
"Y/N, i know it's hard. but please, talk to me when you feel the need to, okay? if somethings bothering you, or if you feel the need to hurt yourself, remember that i am always here. i am by your side."
MARI
if she doesn't know, she'll hug you and tell you how much you mean to her. she can't imagine how much pain you've been through to harm yourself.
encourages the rest of the group to check up on you more, but she doesn't specify why. she never wants to breach your privacy
invites you to picnics often and listens to you talk about anything and everything, and will give advice if you ask for it
tells u she loves u a lot
if you want professional help, she'll schedule an appointment with a therapist/psychiatrist and will even come with u to it if you need it.
it really makes her sad to know you're struggling, so she'll help you with everyday tasks like laundry, cleaning, etc. she knows it isn't easy for you and doesn't want to put any more pressure on you
"you know, Y/N, i cherish you deeply. i know it's hard for you. i know everything hurts, and that you're scared. but, always remember that it's never as scary as you think. you're strong, Y/N."
brings you on walks and makes you eat healthier to try and improve your mood
she'll always be proud of you.
#omori#omori x reader#omori aubrey#aubrey#aubrey omori#aubrey omori x reader#omori aubrey x reader#omori basil#basil omori#omori basil x reader#basil omori x reader#sunny omori#omori sunny#sunny omori x reader#omori sunny x reader#hero omori#omori hero#omori hero x reader#hero omori x reader#hero x reader#sunny x reader#aubrey x reader#basil x reader#mari x reader#kel x reader#mari omori#kel omori#omori mari#omori kel#mari omori x reader
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Man morale is pretty low for these early rehearsals of Oh Rama Havenna….
Poor Suzu seems to have had his confidence shot after not being able to play Jean Jose for the Fall Performance and, while he is proud of Sou, I think he was more affected by the replacement than he lets on…I mean yeah, he’s the one who asked Sou to replace him then. But I think seeing how marvelously Sou did, and now hearing Sou get all this massive praise and talk about becoming a Jack Ace, hit Suzu hard. Because we know he wants to be a Jack Ace and we also know he enjoys acting alongside Kisa. And Suzu was the one getting that same praise prior to his injury relapse…And now, once again, he’s being asked to act as a character seemingly so unlike who he is as a person, which is affecting his performance and also bringing back Utsuri’s criticism from back then where he said Suzu has a narrow range.
Kai seems to be under the impression that he’s a failure of a Jack and him being delegated to a smaller role than normal probably isn’t helping matters.
And then there’s Mitsuki who is…honestly, I think he’s gonna break at this rate. Singing is his specialty and so far his roles haven’t been to big so he doesn’t do much in terms of dancing or acting. But now he’s an Al Jeanne alongside Kisa. And his stamina can’t keep up with the dancing and his acting is being constantly critiqued since he’s a lead, which in turn is affecting his singing…
Meanwhile Kisa has a problem I didn’t expect but am now surprised I didn’t see coming. In that she’s having trouble playing a female role. Which you think would be weird because Kisa you ARE a girl, what???? But yeah, she’s been pretending for several months now and her past two roles have been as Jacks where she had to further shove down her feminine qualities. So now that she’s being asked to be a Jeanne again, she’s out of habit and I think is having trouble bringing out something that’s no natural and a normal part of her after spending so long suppressing it.
So yeah, wow, this is probably the lowest Quartz’s mood has been during rehearsals to date…
Anyways as a semi side note, despite not even being done with my first route of the game the Jack Jeanne brain rot has struck hard. I already told you guys before that the music impressed me so much I ordered both the vocal collection and the mini shuffle album. Well…I also went and ordered the art book of the game as well as two light novels that were released for it as well!
“Wait, Willow, the novels are in Japanese. Can you read those???”
………………..No😅😅😅😅😅😅
#story time with me#jack jeanne#jack jeanne spoilers#willow takes center stage at univeil#so yeah I’m in the midst of a massive Jack Jeanne brain rot while my quartz darlings are in the middle of a massive bunch of crisis#I have played a bunch of otome and loved many but this is the first time I’ve gotten hit so hard#that I’m buying art books and novels in languages I don’t read 😂😂😂#like buying the music is one thing I’ve done at least that much before for a bunch of different fandoms I’m in#but the fucking novels….what can I say? this really is a good game!
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The pit’s fire was all the warmth Y/N needed that night. It was bright enough to scare the darkness away and what could bother to hide in it.
Its fire that it held in stone and dying wood, would bring life to her face. The defined features feeling the graze of its heat as it speckled its spotlight on her and her crew of four.
It was just the small group of friends that invited the girl to go camping with them.
A particular blonde would be the reason for that though. “So, Y/N, we normally don’t see you a lot lately. It’s like you’ve become a hermit.”
Steve Rogers would say with a small awkward smile as he sat next to you in his blue and red camping chair that would squeak every so often when he moved. “Oh-, it’s just because of homework and other school stuff you know? It’s been keeping me busy and stuck up in my room.”
Y/N replied to her classmate and friend while waving a small hand gesture as she talked.
“And, um- well you know finals too! Things need to be turned in and graded before the due date because you know… um- graduation.”
She said partially lying. She actually was trying to get things turned in so her grades looked as nice as a straight line of hammered nails in a block of wood. But to be more truthful, she was mostly binge watching horror movies all over again. Scream, A Nightmare on Elm Street, all the Halloween movies, Trick or Treat, all the old classics!
“Huh, you could have just done a study group with us.”
He would simply say while gesturing to Bucky, Natasha and Wanda who were just having a conversation until his words interrupted them causing the spotlight to be on the girl who was just trying to enjoy the night without disturbance.
“Well—“
Y/N dragged the “L” in her one worded speech as she scratched the back of her neck while avoiding the glances.
“Steve, leave her alone. She probably wanted privacy from your chattering mouth.”
Bucky interrupted with a small smirk as his comment made Steve’s ears as red as an elf’s.
“Do I really chatter that much?”
Steve asked while leaning back in his seat causing another squeak to be heard. That thing was too old, like him, himself but in the mind. “Yes.” Was the simple answer that spewed out of everyone’s mouth. “Roger, not to be rude but sometimes when we’re studying you’ll mumble for hours on how we should be on task and how important this project is without even starting it.”
Natasha spoke while crossing her legs to eat a Marshmallow that was almost burnt to the crisp, but in her words. “It was better that way, crisp outside and gooey inside is the way to go.” Her words repeated in Y/N’s head for a second from earlier.
As her mind was having a small relapse. Her closed off brain would return once it heard bloody murder but it was just Wanda when she looked up quickly. Natasha had flung a small leaf that resembled a dead bug at her. The laughter in the air was intoxicating and she would soon suck it all in too causing a small laugh to escape her lips that played a small smile at Wanda. She was her horror buddy and from her looks she gave Y/N earlier would say she probably already knew what she was doing the entire time up in her room which is honestly understandable because a small horror break isn’t a bad thing. She just wished Y/N invited her along, which will cause a long conversation in the car once the group starts to head back tomorrow in the morning. “Okay- okay, I’m sorry Nat!”
Wanda said with laughter being her oxygen now.
“Do not steal my marshmallow again!”
Natasha said with a pout playing on her face that made it more funny. “It’s not my fault you have to make such good marshmallows-“
Which was a lie because Y/N clearly remembered how Wanda had a small fight with Natasha on what was the proper way to cook with marshmallows for a food drive when they were making small sweet desserts. While the argument began, Y/N would hear something behind her... It was only the wind she thought, but the heavy breathing didn’t sound like the screeching wind. Gloved hands would grab at her shoulders which caused her to scream from her throat like a rooster at day. The laughter for Wanda soon became Y/N’s as Steve let go of her shoulders and took off the bloody hockey mask.
“And I thought you weren’t afraid of scary things-“
Steve’s chuckle caught in every word as he sat back down causing another damn squeak. “Ya, I’m not when it’s in movies, jackass.”
She said while punching his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you brought that damn mask.”
Bucky said while glancing back at him. “It was for the scare but you know how I like to get when I tell stories. Especially scary ones.”
Steve said while scraping his fingertips against the rough markings of the “old mask” he probably bought from the dollar store. Bucky never liked scary things for a guy like him which was completely fine. It was just shocking kinda from how he dressed and acted but there’s a surprise to everyone. “Well, since you brought it. Go on and tell the tale of the poor girl who died here.”
Wanda said while sitting up to have her full attention on Steve as he was the best to tell these types of things. “Well perfect timing, I need to go take a piss so I’m out of here.”
Bucky announced while standing up, the fire making it easier to see his fake arm. “Gross, you don’t have to announce it every single time whenever you need to take a piss Bucky.”
Nat said with a cringe expression that strained over her pale face. “Well I’m sorry, I’ll go use the “powder” room.”
He mocked as there was no bathroom unless you wanted to walk far to the community one, which no one wanted to do at this time, this dark.
Y/N rolled her eyes at them before nudging Steve to continue. “Go on, I want to hear this one.”
She said while sitting up a little straighter.
“Well, we all know the well known fact that this place used to be an old boot camp, that’s why you can find so many old cabins and obstacle courses.
It’s said a girl was dropped off here by her father on the first day of summer. Her name was Maria and was said to be the only girl there causing her to be toyed with by the boys. She shocked most of them on what she could do and how much strength she already had, but that didn’t stop some from picking on her.”
He explained while he lifted the mask up to rest against his chin. “They would push her in mud, pick fights with her, frame her about things that she didn’t do. All the high school bully shit one could go through. They tried to make it hell for Maria at the point she would leave, but she couldn’t.”
Steve said while gesturing with his broad hands that waved in the cool air around them. “It was seven weeks stuck at the boot camp when they were practicing with real grenades for the training course that week. Grant, one of the kids at the boot camp, would invite her towards the lake with a small group of friends he had. Of course she wouldn’t oblige until he mocked her, calling her a coward. With a sharp glare she would follow him to prove what he said was wrong. When they made it they managed to gather extra grenades somehow. They would be throwing them in the big lake to create giant explosions of water that were too far for any superior officer to hear or notice. Grant would give Maria a grenade and invited her to throw one. She didn’t like the waste in supplies and she could tell it was a waste of fish too as she saw the corpses of scales and fish eyes in the gloomy water. Without her knowledge, Grant gave her one without the pin. As she held it she was about to give it back to him before all of sudden the boy pushed her in the lake. The bomb exploded as she hit the water!”
He would say loudly as he stood up for a dramatic effect. As if on queue, a loud snap in the trees would alert the three. “That was probably Bucky coming back, or just an animal.”
Wanda would say with a small chuckle as she combed her hand through her long hair. They would go back to the haunting tale, but Y/N’s eyes lingered in the darkness, hoping something would reveal itself but nothing did. Probably a bird… she thought.
“Anyway- heh Um.. she was said to have died from drowning in the water, but it’s said a lightning strike is what brought her back to life as it flowed through the lake’s body.
Pulling herself out of the lake she would have lost part of her hand, face, she was atrocious to look at! Walking back with more strength than a bear she would break through the cabin doors and revenge herself by killing Grant and his friends…
It’s said she covers her face with a hockey mask that Grant had as a trophy, but others say it’s a reminder of that night.
It’s said if you visit here, you have a chance to find her roaming the old camp grounds, waiting for her father to return and to chase anyone who stays…”
Steve said while placing the mask on his face.
“Okay this story is kinda bulshit- Where did the lighting strike come from all of sudden? how did it bring her back to life?”
Natasha spoke as she leaned back into her red camping chair.
“I don’t know, it was just a part of the story when I was told it.”
Steve explained while Y/N rolled her eyes. “Clearly you never read Frankenstein.”
She said, making Wanda snicker a little.
As they all spoke they would hear footsteps following along branches and leaves that covered the pathway.
“Finally Bucky, how long does it-“
Wanda’s words were interrupted by a plastic arm being thrown in the middle of the group, landing in the fire. If you looked closely enough they could see the specks of red dripping from its melting surface. “Holy fucking shit- Bucky are you insane?!”
Nat would spew words out fast as she stood up looking behind her. She wasn’t met with Bucky’s eyes, different blue irises would stare back- but she wouldn’t know that for now until the figure grew closer. As their footsteps grew louder, their stances would be more frozen in place. A dark mask, weathered and old would show itself in the tinted lighting of orange from the fire. “Ohh- good prank guys! Come on Steve tell Bucky to quit it.”
Nat spoke with some sarcasm as Wanda stepped back a little. “N-Nat, that’s not Bucky!”
Steve yelled but his warning was too late. A hammer would smash against her body’s ribcage. The feeling of her bones crunching and shattering in her would let a scream out through her throat and coughs that burned without a breath of air in between.
Natasha’s body fell in front of them against the dirt ground. One hit wasn’t enough as the steel block beated the body until the squirms and gasping was over like a bug being squished.
As the killer of Natasha was standing back to their full height, Steve would force himself on them. Pushing them to the ground as his hand reached for the hammer. “Run, …Run!”
His words loud and heavy as Y/N and Wanda ran into the forest without a thought on her mind as it was already filled and intoxicated with confusion and fear that crawled among their skin. Y/N could hear the blonde’s screams from afar as the beating of steel and flesh meat would echo to ears that were blocked by palms to hide away from the horrific noise. As they ran Wanda’s eyes would widen and reflect the hanging Bucky against tree branches. The murder scenes from horror movies didn’t prepare her eyes to see the unrecognizable body of her friend.
Y/N would pull the frozen Wanda along by her wrist until the heavy breathing of a woman would come closer. Calloused hands gripping the wrist of the brunette would force a whimper out of her lips as they pulled her closer to them harshly. If it wasn’t for the killer’s strength, Wanda would have had a chance at running away if it hadn’t for the harsh pull of her arm that yanked the humérus from its socket. The yank would force her face into the bloody hammer.
The sprinkle of blood sprayed against Y/N’s face lightly caused a sickness to dawn on her and a feeling that made her mouth gape open but nothing would come out but noises of squeaks and words that couldn’t escape her vocals completely. Y/N’s hands covering her face as if it was to hide and be safe, to not see the dull eyes that were hooded through the creases of a mask she could barely see from the darkness. Y/N could hear the breathing, but couldn't feel the heat of a body that would normally radiate off of someone. But it was only a guess and a need to be safe that she swung her fists towards the tall being. Eyes still closed she would hear a small grunt and groan before the sound of an object hit the dirt ground that crackled dying leaves.
E/C eyes would meet the face that flourished at moonlight. Only a small examination would tell her the anger that she felt around this woman she saw. Even if a third of her face was blown off and the rest scarred wouldn’t stop her from seeing the clenched jaw and the creased brow that hung above the eye. It came to realization that this… was Maria from the boot camp tale.
As it finally strikes Y/N’s head she would be pushed against a tree’s bark that pierced her back through thin fabric.
“I’m going to murder you.”
The heavy breath that followed along with words that rasped out of cut lips and clenched teeth. The heaving body in front of her was like an animal’s.
The shock of this reveal was too overwhelming for the body as Y/N couldn’t utter a word out, and if she tried it would only be a cry that would be barely auditable. Maria would drop her hammer to the ground and grab the woman by her neck to rise from the soil and beat her back against the tree harshly one more time. As bony hands choke Y/N out of oxygen that her lungs died to inhale, so would her vision as it became a blur of tears and how light headed she became. Y/N’s hands would give a fighting chance and scratch at the muscled arms and hands but her nails digging into spoiled skin wouldn’t harm or disturb this psychopath.
But she wasn’t strong enough, and the loss of air didn’t help much either. Her hands giving out and only settling against the wrists of Maria.
Sight becoming vivid, would make the killer’s face a blur, only recognizing those glacier eyes before it became a blank canvas.
When Maria noticed the squirming stopped she would have dropped her body on the crud, grassy ground. Leaving a light thump to be heard.
“Jesus…”
Maria muttered through her lips as she held Y/N’s figure close to her body beneath the blankets on the couch. Her eyes would squint at the scenes being performed before her. She wasn’t really scared but rather disturbed by how violent someone could create a character. “What, scared you?”
Y/N asked with a cocky grin as she leaned her head up to see her girlfriend. “No- not at all- just surprised. It’s not like those other movies we watched. It’s more graphic.”
“Ya.That's why this one is a yes and no for me.
Hey- you know what it’s almost Halloweennn, you could dress up as her!”
Y/N spoke with a smile towards Maria only causing her to chuckle and shake her head. “Hmph, no way in hell.”
“Come on.. please?”
Y/N only needed to ask once with her pleading eyes. It made Maria chuckle and sigh. “Fine- fine, you win Princess.”
Her response made her girlfriend’s eyes become stars as she started to fan over the idea of Maria dressing up as a horror character. “Yesss, it would be perfect! You look so much like her too.”
Y/N would explain excitedly as Maria placed an arm over her shoulder on the couch. Her glacier eyes would slowly glance back at the hammer that was kicked under the small night table’s wooden figure that displayed itself near the front door.
“Ya… I would.”
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!
This was absolutely amazing 😩🤌 I swear I couldn't stop smiling and giggling. Absolutely insane!!! I love it so much thank you thank you thank you for sharing this awesome piece of work 🥹🙏
Serial Killer Maria Hill might be my new favorite Maria Hill variant thanks to you buddy!!
#Maria Hill x Reader#Maria Hill#Agent Hill#Mar Mar My Baby💙🖤#Serial Killer Maria Hill#MCU#river talks to anons 🤗
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Mixed Emotions, Heart Still Open
Oh no, the meme has become a bit of a series. Catch part one here and Vissenta's pov here.
CW: Drug use, relapsing
Song: Where You Are by John Summit and Hayla
Andrico was not running away. They don’t run away from anything. They were making a… strategic exit.
Because the thing about Julian Devorak, the love of their life and bane of their existence in equal measure, was that he was easy to spot in a crowd. It was hard to miss the guy who was more than a head taller than everyone else and dressed like a 90s goth mall rat. So when they noticed that distinctive mop of auburn curls, Andrico decided a visit to the bathroom was necessary. And if the bathroom was located next to the fire exit? Well…
Now, should that have led them to another club? Probably not. It was a festival weekend. That meant after parties. That meant drugs. That meant a couple of lines snorted in the bathroom, a new dealer’s number saved, and a very awkward conversation with their NA sponsor when they unblocked him in 3 weeks. That meant 5 years of sobriety down the drain.
Nasty work.
That being said, those were problems for future Andrico. Andrico right then? Oh, they felt good honey. Better than they had in weeks. Their blood was pumping, their inhibitions gone. There was only the music, the bass, the bodies writhing and grinding against theirs. Andrico didn’t have to think about Julian cleaving their heart in two or the strange way Vissenta got under their skin and stayed there or the empty apartment they were going back to. They only needed that moment, that high. Time meant nothing and each moment bled into the next.
Another line, a new song, laughter spilling into the streets. A stranger’s hand in theirs pulling them onto another dance floor. Rinse, repeat.
But there was only so much cocaine they could snort before they ended up in the hospital again, especially after so long. The high couldn’t last forever. They had to come down at some point. It just shouldn’t have been like this.
“Dunya?”
They should just ignore him. The music was loud enough, yeah? They were still far gone enough. They could do it.
“Dunya please. We have been looking for you all night. You left your purse and phone behind and–”
A strong arm wrapped around their middle and tried to gently guide them from the dance floor. Suddenly Andrico wasn’t floating miles above the Earth. They were in some too hot warehouse surrounded by people they didn’t know and Julian was there, holding them.
They were back in their body and it hurt.
“Let me go,” they pleaded with a weak shove.
“Dunya, we have to go,” Julian said gently. “It’s near dawn. We have to take you home.”
They could feel themselves starting to cry again. “No no no. Let me go. You don’t love me.”
“Andrico.”
They couldn’t handle the crack in his voice. They began to cry in earnest.
“You don’t love me, you don’t love me, you don’t love me but you won’t let me go,” Andrico sobbed. “I love you, let me go.”
Another set of hands came and rested on their shoulders, gently leading them away. They knew Vissenta’s touch anywhere. The sobs continued.
“You don’t love me,” Andrico said again. They repeated it like a mantra. They didn’t know who they meant anymore.
They soon found themself bundled in the back of a car. From the smell of Malboros and hand sanitizer they knew it was Julian’s. They would cry harder if they could but they were wrung dry.
A weight draped over them, all sea salt and burnt wood. Julian’s coat.
Whispers filled the car as he took the driver’s seat and Vissenta slipped into the passenger’s. Snippets of “what did they take?” and “how much?” caught their ear.
They were so tired.
Once the car began to move Andrico allowed themself to flop to the side. Vissenta’s head snapped towards them.
“He-y Drico,” their casual tone misplaced with the worry etched on their face. “Can you sit back for us buddy?”
Andrico shook their head. It was too much effort.
“Okay, that’s okay. Just let us know if you start feeling sick alright?”
“Or don’t lay on your back please?” Julian cut in.
If they had the energy they would snort. This wasn’t their first rodeo. Instead, Andrico allowed their eyes to close and focused on the car moving beneath them. In no time the whispers became white noise and they were able to drift off to sleep.
If they dreamed in thundercloud gray and olive green, that business was their own.
#the arcana#julian devorak#ilya devorak#the arcana julian#the arcana ilya#vissenta senadz#andrico the soft chaos boy/girl/barrel of crabs#modern au#but like if andrico never used their phd and became a baker#and was... kind of an asshole#sometimes you gotta untz untz the pain away tho#content warning: substance abuse
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Introducing myself to a new mutual.
Me: I'm mostly on here to yell about how Kim should be allowed to become a villain if/when she gets her own spinoff.
Them: Like an alternative universe? 👀 or in the breaking bad timeline
I’ve never heard anyone say that before sounds pretty cool she def would fit the roll
Me: I'd like to see her story continue after BCS. My headcanon is that she "relapsed" pretty hard back into being Slippin' Kimmy, given how clearly miserable she was trying to be a "normal" person in Florida. I also think it would be interesting if her ruthlessness found an outlet in the form of joining the reproductive rights movement; I honestly feel like it was an oversight how BCS never brought up the attacks on Roe.
Most of my fanfics also involve her going back and starting a family with Jimmy if it's not too late. But admittedly that part is mostly just wish fulfilment.
I guess I would specify that when I say "villain" I really still more mean "antihero". I think Kim Wexler works as a Mary Sue for addressing many contemporary social issues, some with easy solutions and cartoon villains to defeat, some with no perfect solutions available whatsoever; my favorite character arc in BCS was easily the Mr. Acker subplot.
But even if she is actively trying to be a moral person, it's more interesting if Kim is not omniscient and frequently makes a wrong or questionable choice when faced with a trolley problem. Walter White was only ever interested in his own self-aggrandizement, but if I was going to give Kim her own series to go on another power-trip, I'd like to see her trying to make the world a better place and failing. And even in the situations where she does help more people than she harms, she is networking with (and frequently antagonizing) many extremely rich and brutal people, so even when everything goes according to plan, this lifestyle is still dangerous for herself and the people who love her. And in that sense, even if she means well, it's still a selfish goal to pursue.
Them: That’s so so interesting, I always thought that the way BCS ended was great. It was bittersweet. But when I think about it, actually it would be really cool to have an elaboration of Kim. Kind of like El Camino where Jesse got an ending he deserved after all Walt put him through. Even so it is a little jarring to have no follow up on Kim after the end of season 6. I know that morally she is not the best person (as with literally everyone else in the series) but I can’t help but feel she did deserve better despite this. With Jimmy, I couldn’t ever see him going back to being slippin Jimmy but for the opposite reasons. He never really attempted to have any moral compass, in comparison. Which is what ultimately led to his demise. I guess the one thing they have in common is that despite their differences they’re both faced with higher powers and the system that failed them both.
Oh! Do you have AO3? Or do you upload elsewhere
Me: Yes I'm on AO3.
In the new story I'm working on, Jimmy has one job: say no to Kim. I agree he has never self-actualized, so in SK I do have him trying to find his own path. He meditates now and shit.
You can see my fan trailer in my pinned post.
I think he probably would go back to being Slippin Jimmy if Kim told him to, given that she was the main reason he stopped in the first place. But yes, the way I want to write it, even he has roads he's not willing to go down again and would leave her if she ignored his warnings.
Them: So cool :) I’ll check it out when I have time
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Take my Lungs (3/4) | Craig x Kenny
Info/Warnings:
high school AU, brief mention of drugs and death (not related), Stan being sneaky👀, Kenny uses he/she, Marjorine uses she/her, Kyle uses they/them, Tweek uses he/xe
1/4 | 2/4 | 3/4 | 4/4
south park masterlist
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The first half of the school day goes by without incident and lunch time soon rolls around, the school halls immediately filling with famished teenagers and young adults. Kenny is one of these young adults, rushing to the cafeteria to get a school lunch with her friends (the food isn't very good- hasn't been since Chef died-, but even with a job, Kenny can't afford much else).
"Heya, Ken!" Marjorine greets the dirty blonde from the end of the lunch line, ushering her over. "Did'ya hear what happened to Clyde? Poor thing, I just feel so bad for him."
"No? Is he okay?" Kenny and Marjorine grab their food as the former responds, making their way to the table where Kyle, Stan, and Cartman are already sitting. Both blondes sit down, Kenny next to Cartman and Marjorine next to Stan.
"He tried getting back together with Bebe again, but she's already dating someone else! Y'know Red?" Kenny nods: the whole town knows each other. "Well apparently, her and Bebe are girlfriends now. They're actually really cute together!"
"Are you talking about Clyde?" Cartman asks after swallowing his food. "Oh, mah god, he was totally crying after Bebe rejected him! It was hilarious! You had to be there, bro!"
The rest of lunch continues pretty much the same way, everyone gossiping about what happened in their morning classes. That is, until the last ten minutes when Stan abruptly stands up while looking at his phone.
"Sorry guys, gotta go." The raven-haired teen mutters to his friends, pushing the rest of his lunch towards Kenny without looking then immediately leaving the cafeteria (Cartman snatches the tray from Kenny before he can even look at it).
"Well, that was weird." Cartman points out the obvious through a mouthful of food. "Should we follow him?"
"Nah, he's probably gonna suck face with the guy he won't tell us about."
"Kenny!" Kyle glares at the blond, though knows they can't disagree. "Stan will tell us when he's ready."
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Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick- briiing!
Finally! Kenny grins to herself as the last bell rings, shoving his stuff into his bag and rushing out of the classroom to go find Tweek.
The ex-caffeine and meth addict is at xer locker, where Kenny knew xe would be, shoving ridiculously thick textbooks into the small box of metal (with the help and encouragement of his friends, Tweek is now almost three years clean (minus the few relapses, but Tweek tries not to dwell on that- relapsing is an important part of recovery, after all) and looking much healthier than before, his elementary school chub back and filling out all the right places).
"Tweekers, hey! Ya almost done?"
"I thought I told you not to call me that?" It's a mix between a question and a statement as Tweek shuts his locker door, turning towards the other blond. "Yeah, I'm done. Come on."
"Y'know I'd stop if ya really hated it." With a grin, Kenny follows Tweek to the school parking lot and into the latter's car so they can carpool to Tweak Bros Coffee like they always do, where the two blonds find none other than Craig Tucker ringing up an order.
"I didn't know you were working today, Craig." Tweek joins Craig behind the counter, tying together the back of xer apron (Kenny just stares at Craig, attempting to determine whether the raven-haired male actually remembers yesterday or not). "Where's mom and dad?"
"Needed something to do today." Craig shrugs, making eye contact with Kenny and raising an eyebrow before turning around to put together the customer's drink. "Was either make money or get yelled at by Thomas. And your parents said they were goin' on a date, figured we'd be fine without 'em."
Kenny turns away from the counter, deciding if he tries talking to Craig now, she'll be late for her job, and makes her way to the back to change into her uniform: a white, collared dress shirt and a black tie, topped off with a red, sleeveless vest (all of which he got from South Park's only thrift store, Sloppy 2nds). She's supposed to wear black slacks as well, but the skirt she's wearing is much comfier and it's not like anyone will be able to see anyway- the ticket booth only shows from the waist up.
"I can leave my stuff in the back, yeah?" Kenny pokes his head out from behind the 'Staff Only' door, then his whole body; Tweek nods. "Swag! Thanks, Tweekers!"
Tweek groans at the nickname, and at the same time, Craig snorts.
"'Swag'? Really, dude?"
"Swag." Kenny grins as she walks to the front of the store and opens the door, only to turn around, looking directly at Craig. "I'll see ya after my shift, yeah, Tucker?"
Said Tucker gives a brief nod, and with that, Kenny is out the door.
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