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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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I really really hope you're right, this just killed my motivation for everything. What happened with Solomare's story jar already left a bad taste in my mouth too.

I know I'll feel better in a few days, but I felt lied to when they said they'd continue the story and the app. And it's going to be even lighter and fluffier and a replacement for the main story line? One that new players will perfectly fit into? I was so looking forward to learning more about what would happen to Simeon.

Also not announcing it until last minute? For once I'm really glad I can barely afford food, because I'd be devastated if I had spent even a dollar. But maybe that's just me being poor.

I'm mostly likely going to stop writing for a while until I've archived everything important from the app, which is gonna take ages just in case anyway.

But anyway, are there any recent events you thought were better than usual? I've been too sick to grind lately so I haven't unlocked them. I want to know which ones to archive as soon as possible once the six months are up.

Sorry for bringing the mood down and the rant, but you seem to be the only positive one I follow that isn't outright calling people stupid or pathetic for being upset so I'm really hoping your positivity rubs off on me.

I do hope you keep posting for Nightbringer too! I have several issues with my hands so I don't think I'll ever be able to see the end of the og story line, and I especially love your analyses out of anyone else's.

Okay okay so they are continuing the og app and continuing the story, the only difference is they'll be continuing the mainstory in nightbringer and the og app will just be getting events. So the og app will continue the way it has since the end of s4 and new main story content will be uploaded to nightbringer (the devs did says this)

Not sure what happened with story jar but Obey Me! is solmare's most popular game. Objectively, nothing solmare has created has ever come near to reaching om! And I'm talking purely in the money making side of it - the anime? mangas? songs? merch? cons? VAs getting heavily involved in everything? Solmare's a business. As long as there's a fandom and a demand for it they're not gonna kill the og app.

Plus the majority of om's content is on the og app, with new content and old events still being released. If they wanted to kill the og app they'd stop releasing new content and updating lonely devil.

Since nightbringer will be continuing the mainstory from where they left off, they'd also need to move all of S1-4 the chats, call & devilgrams to nightbringer if they were gonna kill the og - and I'd imagine that's more hassle than it's worth

I do think we'd learn more about what happened to simeon;

• devs said they'd be continuing the main story in nightbringer so that'd include simeon

• nightbringer's current plot is about time travel and mc trying to find a way back home - so they will end up back in the current time at some point, where simeon's whole thing can be addressed

• s3 established that luke wasn't alive when the brothers were angels. If they intended to keep mc in the past they'd either have to scrap luke's entire character (?????) or retcon s3 which so far dropped the most lore

• thirteen (who's supposed to turn into a LI)'s first visit to the devildom happens in s4 and in nightbringer's op we see her in Diavolo's castle. Which means we're seeing the present timeline as well

....i think you're maybe panicking a bit too much? You definitely don't need to archive anything anytime soon. For well all of the reasons I mentioned above.... Maybe someday you'd have to but definitely not right now

Honestly I liked all the events🤷

No worries! And Yeah I think the thing people are forgetting is that Nightbringer is STILL Obey Me! I'm definitely going to be still talking about it

Ok so I have an exam in 2 days and I think I've answered every possible question about Nightbringer you could possibly have so I'm calling it here.

Won't be answering new asks until sunday. Everything posted will be from queue.

If you want to see my others asks/answers regarding Nighbringer just hit the tag on this post

#obey me nightbringer #asks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me #swd obey me!#shall we date obey me #obey me simeon #om simeon #obey me! simeon #om! simeon #swd simeon #shall we date simeon

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aisquaredchoco · 3 months

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Hey all, especially to those who left comments on my long post that I hope is the last of that kind...I appreciate everything you've said, and I was proved wrong when I thought I felt invisible during those times. So thank you for that! I'll never leave them unresponded though, but work went a little busier lately and now's the only time to reply to them all..

@kevinvoncrastenburg: "I'm glad you're back! I appreciate your transparency and the way you expressed yourself. I can only speak for myself but I really appreciate you and your content. Nonetheless I see your pov and think you found a healthy way for yourself to kind of slow down a little bit and focus on what's more important to you and the future of your blog. I will always be looking forward to new posts by you. Wishing you all the best and again: You ARE appreciated! 🙏🏼"

-- Thanks for the reassurance, and knowing someone's still looking forward to my stuff is more than enough. I still love my craft, that's why I'm not deciding to leave. I'll get tired, but I won't quit..

@pudding-parade: "I long ago determined that to be a "popular" CC creator, you need to do things with clothing, accessories, and hair. I'm guessing the reason is that some people don't even play the game. They just make sims and then dress, pose, and take pics of them to edit. I've never wanted to be "popular" because, frankly, it's a pain in the ass to have eyes on you and what you're doing, so I guess it's a good thing I never liked doing things with clothing and hair. LOL But yeah, it's just how it is. It doesn't mean that the things you DO share are unappreciated, though. I appreciate your TS2 conversions, in particular. :D"

-- I also figured that simmers I follow spend more time with sims and mostly show CAS cc, so I once thought "why not make CAS stuff too?" but held back because I know making them is more tedious than buy/build. I realized I won't have go that far just to acheive popularity, and of course we know being popular comes with a price. I choose inner peace, so I quit being too ambitious in that sense. Thanks too!

@nornities: "Hm, to me you are "a household name", here as well as on MTS. I'm not sure what makes a creator a household name. I created worlds, well liked by some, unknown to most. Am I a household name? I don't think so. So I think you are right, it's a lot about expectations. But your good health is the most important thing, and that you enjoy what you do (and playing the game). So I'm glad you don't retreat entirely! Take care!"

-- Ohhh...really? Even on MTS huh..*blushes* Anyway, thank you for thinking of me as such. Well in that sense, I think you earn the reputation of being a household name as well! And yeah, as I said I choose inner peace and just enjoy playing (and making cc)..

@nessysims: "You have every right to want recognition. It `s naturally. And I really appreciate your CC! I absolutely love and almost always use your repurposed uni desks. And your wood texture is an irreplaceable thing for me! I use it everywhere and it's my favorite."

-- Thank you for letting me know! It's truly appreciated. And while I have the right to get recognized in what I do, wanting too much of it becomes a problem, so it's a good start if I quit with such mindset..

@curmudgeonness: "Welcome back! I'm glad you will not be leaving. I hope you find the balance you need to thrive here. I'm sorry I don't tag creators when I use their content, but I'M EXTREMELY LAZY. I have stopped downloading S4 conversions. They're generally clunky and don't fit the (my) S3 vibe. I like S3 edits, new S3 functional objects, and S1 and S2 conversions. I always look forward to your posts."

-- Yeah, I'm not leaving. And no, don't apologize. It's fine if you don't tag creators, you're not obliged to do so. I guess I was just expecting too much from people who download my stuff, but do not want to actually force them. And thanks for the warm welcome too..

@puffkins2000: "Yayyy! I'm happy you're back! Honestly, I get the "household name" thing. I guess I sort of tried that as well. I like converting because I want those conversions in my game---and pretty much any other EA conversion. If I see it's not been converted and I have that pack, I'll totally try to do it. I rarely get a ton of likes, but at least if someone DL's it, they wanted it!"

-- Thank you for the warm welcome! Yes, that's the core mindset I also want to have when making cc 🙏. And yeah, I also tend to forget that download numbers also matter and so far I got a fair amount and maybe that's enough.

@parystrange: "To me you're one of the creators who's CC I know is quality, safe, and exactly what I want in my game. I wouldn't worry too much about being a "household name" , I think you'll always have your dedicated users, who love your content, and I personally think that is just great! I use a lot of your stuff, but I rarely post gameplay pics so you, and the other people I download from, rarely see your stuff in my game. But it IS there, I promise! 💕Also, I think the more well known you become, the more the community seems to expect from you, and from what I've seen, it appears to put a lot of pressure on to people. I don't think you'd want that ( I know I wouldn't anyway ) I never see any of my downloads in people's games - I don't have many, but I don't mind if I don't see it, I just hope people enjoy it, and that's enough."

-- Thank you for reminding me that 😊. And you're right, popularity may come with perks, but also with disadvantages. I've seen some unsolicited (and sometimes rude) requests to some popular creators and I don't want to garner that kind of attention..

@gifappels-stuff: "It shows great character and maturity to self-reflect and self-correct 💐 Do not worry so much about recognition... it is very much subjective. Just play (and enjoy) the game, and share whatever comes forth from that. All of us have lives beyond Sims 3, and sometimes, people are just more involved in their own problems and everyday lives. So don't take it personally. Rather, try to take satisfaction from the fact that you created something that brought you happiness 💝"

-- Yeah I'm kinda embarrassed that I had an ambitious mindset back then. I realized there's more to life than overthinking if people really like the stuff I make. Thank you for the words of support!

About the photo: I also got a new kitty! (the orange one) So I made him in TS3 too. Name's Ponkan by the way, and he's very sweet and chatty, always makes me feel better whenever I feel sad or stressed. He and Cloud are getting along in the game but not in real life though lol.

#replies

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fromriches-tosin · 10 months

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That's it, folks. Thank you for all your lovely comments, I'm very happy I could share this story with you 💜

Never Let Me Go

status: 7/7 (completed)

ship: Reiner Braun/Jean Kirschtein

what: angst with a happy ending

warnings: explicit content, canon-typical violence and gore, not for minors

summary: Canon Divergence AU – Pre-S4. Marley no longer needs the Warriors. Forced to flee from the continent to avoid being executed, Reiner, Gabi and Falco arrive on the Island of Paradis where they run into Jean. Reiner offers him a deal: his life and the Armored Titan’s powers for the children’s safety.

sneak peek:

Morning light is filtering through the clouds of dust, settling on Jean’s shoulders and the bare skin of the Titan charging at him. Suddenly, the swords in his hands begin to feel heavy. What right does he have to fight Eren? They are both doing what they believe to be fair, after all. Eren is only demanding justice and Jean’s head for his transgressions. And Jean himself? He made a promise. He has to survive. But surviving doesn’t necessarily mean killing those who are after him.

Jean doesn’t believe in destiny, but if something akin to it really exists, he has just this one chance to take it in his own hands. Shivers are running down his spine as the ground keeps on trembling, the distance between him and Eren becoming shorter with every passing second. For some reason, Jean feels like the heaven itself was about to fall down on his head.

He hides his blades and turns on the propellers to dodge the attack. Eren’s fingers scrap at the ground, his sharp nails leaving long ruts in their wake. Jean lands at a safe distance, but is soon forced to move again.

“Eren! Calm down!” he yells and dodges another attack, escaping seconds before the Titan’s fist turns him into a wet stain. Jean shields his face from the debris and stones that get thrown into the air when Eren punches a hole in the street. “Listen to me, you idiot! I know you’re angry with me! But we haven’t exhausted all the options yet! Let’s talk! Together we can—Fucking hell!”

The Attack Titan roars, trying to swat at Jean with its hand as if he was just an annoying fly. Jean throws himself to the side and flies above Eren’s arm before it hits one of the buildings. Another roar permeates the air, and Jean decides to put some more distance between them. He escapes into a narrow street, hoping it will prevent Eren from following after him, but the Titan rushes forward, trampling everything in its way. Jean is flying at a high speed, using up more gas than he should, but even with the alarm sirens wailing in the background, he can still hear the screams of people dying in the rubble underneath Eren’s feet.

Jean doesn’t dare look back.

continue reading: ao3

#reijean #reiner x jean #reiner braun #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #attack on titan fanfiction

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raayllum · 2 years

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Thinking so much about the parallels between Callum and Viren, and seeing how big Callum's overprotectiveness of Ezran as his brother AND his king has become. I can't get it out of my head that the way Aaravos came to Callum is through Ez, just as Viren made decisions (according to him) to support Harrow. Something like "What are you willing to do to protect your king?"

I do think that'll be part of what could get Callum to go to Aaravos, as well as his own curiosity. After all in his mind, Harrow - his loving father - wouldn't have left Callum anything dangerous, right? And I do think similar to 2x07 now that they're in danger it'll be "I have to be mage again" --> "I have to grow more powerful." After all at the end of the last war, Callum almost lost Ezran to illusion Viren and the only reason Viren didn't win (or at least consume Zym) was because Rayla tackled him off and almost died.

I think Callum may be pursuing magic in the obsessive way he is as, in addition to his Fixer Tendencies / Solution orientated mindset, he wants to feel like he's powerful enough to be able to solve the conflict somewhat on his own - at least to protect Ezran, since again: up until she showed back up, he couldn't rely on Rayla, and it'll take time to feel like he can rely on her again. And even once he feels like he can, being scared maybe that he'll lose her again because of it.

AKA Callum - again - being more like Rayla was in TTM, Rayla getting to see some of how destructive that mindset is on the person she loves the most, etc. And again, Callum has always wanted power - S4 is just bringing that to the forefront. And as Viren said: "I will do anything to protect the king. I hope you will understand"

Callum's side of Ezran and Callum's relationship was always very informed by the trauma Callum experienced in 1) losing their mother and 2) feeling out of place with Harrow, so I'm not surprised S4 is gearing up to show how the new phase of their relationship has been informed by 1) losing Harrow and 2) Rayla's absence.

Ezran is the #1 of the two people he fears losing the most and the only one for a while he's probably willing to admit he's scared of losing. So Aaravos using Callum's love for Ezran to lure the kid in only for Rayla to pull him back / for Callum to go too deep (per a perfect 1x04 inversion of Callum's magically fuelled recklessness) only to lose Rayla in some capacity.

I do feel like Callum will likely be lured in at first regarding Ezran and then when he actually does go too far it'll be less related and more due to his own just compounded trauma or Rayla specifically, bc I feel like that is the most effective route if that is going to play into him thinking he's lost her or losing her in some way, but we will have to see

I'm definitely majorly looking forward to all the broyals content this season, I've missed their bond so much

#broyals #if there is longing on the mirror of my heart #thanks for asking #anonymous #s4 speculation #s4 spoilers #arc 2 #s4 #predictions #dark magic

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supernutellastuff · 2 years

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Ok so I’m in early season 4. I’ve always really liked Bonnie, but she never gets anything to do and when she does it’s always just “here’s a random guy for you to have a relationship with and that will be your story for a while” (her and Jeremy 🤮) and it’s never interesting (although I wouldn’t mind if they went anywhere at all with her and Damon tbh).

I also very much like Damon, by far the better brother. I really don’t care about anything Elena-related anymore and I think it’s mostly because they’ve played everything out with her several times through already. Also sorry to Nina Dobrev but she’s not a great actor and I’ve kinda had it with the character by now. The less said about Stefan the better. Jeremy and Tyler too.

Now that I’m several seasons in though it really is feeling like they’re stretching for content. The world and season threats got too big and they have no idea how to stop the power creep so they just keep adding stuff that totally breaks established lore. One of the things I love about Caroline is how well she grounded the story (sure she’s a vampire but she’s also still really into regular high school drama and trying to be a normal person still).

(Also sorry for sending anon before. I didn’t realize I’d clicked that until it had sent)

Hello!! It's been a long time since I watched the show so I apologise in advance for any inadvertent spoilers or vague plot recall.

Okay so Bonnie has legit been done the dirtiest even though she's one of the coolest characters. I like some of her plot lines where her witch roots means she's actively opposed to the vampires but she still wants to be on Elena's side, the conflict could have been interesting but it's never mined deeper. I hate her and Jeremy too and I agree that she and Damon have some legit chemistry (explored in further seasons, so you do have something to look forward to!)

Yeah Elena is annoying, and I got tired quickly about how everything was always about her. I'm not sure if I prefer Damon over Stefan, but Stelena is defs more boring. I prefer Stefan as a stand alone character or his friendship dynamic with Lexi, Caroline etc (more on this later).

I agree with you that the world building gets bigger than the writers can handle, but I really enjoyed the cure storyline in s4. I'm in the minority, but I really liked how there are all these factions with their own agendas competing to get the cure, and well, i always like it when the Originals have to team up with the Mystic Falls gang.

Talking about the Originals, I think they're the best thing the show has ever done. The casting, the acting, the group dynamics, the lore, the integration with the core tvd group... Perfection. What do you think? Who's your favourite Original?

Yes, Caroline is such a breath of fresh air in the show. I absolutely love how she's one of the few characters who actually LOVES being a vampire. I related to her even before she turned, when she was talking about being second choice "no matter how much I do, its never enough". She's thriving as a vampire as well as retaining her connection to her human side, without any of the angsty brooding that Stefan and all do. One of the reasons I love Klaroline is that Klaus is the ONLY one who recognises this, that she wants a life bigger and better than this. He accepts her as she is, and I just looove how much he changes throughout the course of knowing her, how he consistently puts her first. Sigh. I can go on and on about Klaroline. They have such epic moments, my god. What have been your favourite scenes??

#Asks #Mallosoar #Tvd #klaus x caroline #klaroline

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erenoir · 3 years

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cry baby

“enter lover boy”

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the events of the night prior left you and eren at your lowest, suffering together in your separate ways, except the universe sent you something to ease your pain.

💿 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

❥ genre: rockstar!eren, modern au, high school sweethearts to toxic lovers, love triangles, drama, dark, angst, nsfw

❥ chapter warnings: 18+ dark content, toxic relationships, suicidal ideation, vomiting, masturbation [m,] cunnilingus, drug use, dry-humping, MDNI

❥ featuring: s4!eren jaeger x f!reader

❥ word count: 6.9k

❥ series summary: you used to be the muse to his lyrics, the reason he sang, but give a sick man enough money and soon you’re a pawn in his addictive cycle of love and destruction. everyone loves cry baby, but eren loved you most. he loved you as much as he fucking hated you.

a/n: very nervous to post this bc it means like... we're in this + the story is really starting. past the first chapter. phew, i hope you guys enjoy </3.

“Hey,” Eren beckoned, his gaze intense on yours. Though in denial of it, your heart flickered at the possibility of Eren whispering words of reconciliation to you, wanting to mend all of the broken bridges he burned.

“Hm?” you pushed for more, looking stupidly hopeful as your gullible eyes gazed into his careless ones. Your breaths froze as that devilish grin that made you feel like a damn fool crept back onto Eren’s guiltless expression, so much for your brief moment of naivety.

“Wanna do a line and then get the fuck out?”

Sent April 14th

Hey, just reaching out to see if you were okay! Last night was crazy… definitely not how I envisioned it going but I'm glad I met you :)

…

Actually, I'm really glad I met you. You probably don’t even remember honestly but, I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.

I'd love to see you again sometime, sorry for being so forward. But if I don’t do this now then when, you know? haha

The click of your phone locking had never sounded more heavenly, an ounce of tranquility, that’s all you needed… a second to regain your balance. A slew of messages from your hazel-haired indulgence from the night before grew moldy in your inbox, sitting and waiting to be tampered with, for a response, for a like, a reaction, a something… from you. What your admirer wanted was you, but unfortunately your guts didn’t allow for cupid to play matchmaker just yet. The paresthesia pricking at your insides was currently treating your chest like it was a pin cushion, strike after strike, until you heaved all of the nothing that was left in you. Saliva coated your lips, the sickly substance dripping from your chapped skin, blotted with red lipstick, to the cold, ceramic rim of the toilet below.

“Fuck,” every word that fled your mouth was barren, holding no weight for much of anything or anyone anymore. Your chest jarringly heaved up and down, feeling like a ton of bricks were encasing your heart, with every inhale you had to lift them up, and with every exhale you had to release them while not letting them crush you. A ton of bricks. That’s what Eren left you with. A sense of worthlessness? Yes. But also a shit ton of fucking bricks, each one another strand of hay in the stack that he asked you to find a needle in. Your hands rose to your face to wipe the layers of sweat that were slick against your forehead, pulling your head back as you dry-heaved into the toilet bowl, the one that had been taunting you all morning with just how empty the water inside of it was.

Why was it empty?

Even in a state of illness your mind wandered to him. It wandered to him while you were retching your guts out, toxins leaving your body, though it seemed the only one you couldn’t shake was him. It wandered to him as tears littered your eyes, the dark skin underneath them swollen and puffy with melancholy. The tears he loved to put there so much. It wandered to him while your hands gripped at the edges of the toilet, knuckles straining as your stomach jolted… nothing came out of you. You coddled yourself, nurturing your sick stomach like you were a baby, you were sick to the touch and you couldn’t figure out why.

Why am I empty?

Eren… he took you last night with no regard. His hands wrapped around your neck with detestation, but your naive mind was still clouded by love. He knew it was. Tears welled in your eyes when you looked into the jade ones that fucked you and fucked you over mercilessly… with no regard. You took your own neck in your hands and sank into the floor, thumbs pressing against your esophagus, Hurt me, I can take it. You played, you moved your pieces, and you thought you could win. You couldn’t, not against him. There it was again… that ounce of tranquility… the one you sought out so desperately. You felt it while you struggled to breathe, though the hands that swallowed your neck this time were yours, not his. Would you finally understand what it was about inciting pain that felt so good? Because here you were… choking yourself, just in the way he did… and you were smiling while doing so, just in the way he did. The laugh that rolled off your tongue was cynical, relief washed over your body as you felt it… the second to regain your balance… and you felt it within the pain you inflicted on yourself.

Is this the feeling you chase Eren?

Is this what’s worth more than me?

Your body gasped for air, rising from your limp position on the floor, scatterbrained and searching for your phone. The numb feeling in your appendages made your phone feel like a pocket of air as your fingertips met the clammy screen, your moment of impulsivity was met with that sweet voice that so desperately wanted to help you take your mind off of things last night… maybe he could do it again right now. You just knew that you needed someone, anyone, with you right now.

“Hey… is this um… is this Jean?”

“Yeah? Who’s this… wait, it’s you-”

“I-It’s me… you know we um, we met last-”

“Hi… it’s so good to hear your voice.”

“Come over?”

He woke up with a headache that could kill, eyes permanently stained a deep red from his constant state of intoxication. A sharp pain pierced the back of his head, vision turning dark with vibrant splotches of color dancing around the room. Giving up on his mission to sit upright, Eren’s fingers fumbled with the back pockets of his jeans, sifting for the snow white powder to ease the pain that exactly that substance had caused him. The ceiling spun in circles, twisting and morphing, drooping down to his eye level then snapping back up, as he dipped his pinky into the tiny plastic baggie, lifting just enough coke on his fingernail to last him the morning. His lips curled around his finger, gums going dry as he wiped the powder across them, shoulders shuddering before settling back into the floor, letting the high hit him.

Lethargic eyes inched across the room, trying to identify where the body they inhabited took them last night. A smirk slid onto his lips when he noticed the stains on the couch that sat above him, white and crusty, he dragged a finger across them and chuckled, finally remembering the encounter he had with you the night before.

“Damn… did I really fuck you that hard?” He mumbled, voice straining as he hoisted himself up on his elbows, sweaty fingers skidding across the table. Eren sighed at the memory of you, he loved when you looked like that. All desperate, helpless under his touch, clueless and crying at how to salvage the relationship he ruined. The beauty that you were, with tears that sparkled on your face like diamonds, spit coating your lips like gold, your hair a mess atop your head, what a lovely crown he adorned you with. Popping a cigarette in his mouth and letting it sit there as he contemplated, was he sorry?

“No… it’s better for her that way…” he answered himself out loud, calloused fingers toying with the lighter as he cupped his lips, igniting the flame and illuminating his face a pretty orange as he took a hit of his smoke. Eren was entranced in thoughts of you, face solemn as he smoked his cigarette, drag after drag, the images of you drowning in hysteria as he wrapped his hand around your neck, crying that you hated him. The death-dealing piece of paper crumbled under his touch, knuckles gripping the smoke tightly in his hand while the tip lightly singed a spot on his palm. The palm that had come into contact with your face repeatedly the night before, while flashes of apologetic glances peeked through each impact, the sight of your watery eyes pleading for a halt to the chaos haunting his brain. You don’t hate me… you can’t… you don’t mean that.

Eren was shaken out of his daze with the shrill ringing of his phone, letting the cigarette fall to the floor as he licked the mark on his hand and picked up the call hesitantly.

“Yeah?”

“Eren! Where the fuck are you? I said your flight was at 12:30… I texted you and even set a reminder on your phone… So why aren’t you here?” Eren pulled the phone from his ear to look at the time.

12:25

“Shit, yeah um… I forgot okay? Preoccupied and whatnot. Listen, I'll just take the jet… I’ll probably be in London an hour late but who gives a fuck right?”

“What? Eren, no! The European leg of the tour is the most important you know tha-”

His thumb abruptly met the red circle on his phone screen, “Fucking annoying,” he mumbled, much too fucked up to care about anything his assistant had to say to him. Just as he was about to lock his phone, he caught a glimpse of a message that had been sitting on his notification screen since yesterday afternoon… before he fucked that random girl.

Sent April 13th

Hey, thank you for the necklace. You know I have a hard time accepting gifts but it really is beautiful.

Don’t know what you meant by it but I’ll wear it everyday.

You rolled your eyes as you looked at your text conversations with Eren. Your stomach had finally settled as you sat in your bathtub surrounded by warm, soapy water, though the nausea was quite unshakeable. Jean would be in your apartment in a matter of minutes, whether or not it was a mistake that he’d be standing over your shaken, naked body you didn’t know. What was left to lose? Every bit of sanity had been ripped from your body from a man you thought would be your forever. You shakily reached over the tub to sift for the pack of cigarettes that you kept hidden under the toilet for moments such as these. As the paper stub sat between your fingers you admired it, if you smoked enough of these it would kill you. If it killed you… well, who would miss you? A chuckle fled your lips as your pruney fingers brought the cigarette to your lips, mind jerking out of it’s daze when you heard a rhythmic knock rapping at your door.

“I’m in here! It’s open!” You yelled out to the guest who you’d soon put a name to, you could only assume it was Jean by the way their feet crept gently into your apartment, careful to not disturb the lovely peace you were drowning in. Jean’s head peeked through the crack of the bathroom door, eyes following along the tiled floor all the way to your body huddled into a ball in the tub.

“Shit… shit! I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were-” He stumbled on his words, choking on his spit when he realized you were nude and in the solitude of your warm, embryonic haven.

“It's fine, lover boy! Not like a man hasn’t seen me naked before…” You teased with your lips suckling the end of your smoke, the frazzled man stood before you with a cup of coffee and some chocolate chip cookies in hand, looking at you in bewilderment. A look of amusement washed over your face and you bit your lip in confusion, “Is that all for me?”

“Yeah… you said you weren’t feeling good on the phone… so,” Jean's cheeks deepened into a red so potent he looked like a cherry. What was this you felt? Comfort? That’s something new, you thought, rolling your eyes. You weren’t used to romantic interests treating you so kindly. Your body suddenly felt bare in more ways than one in front of this kind suitor, you brought your knees to your chest to coddle yourself, unsure of his intentions. You built your walls back up as quick as they fell down when you snapped, you’ve seen this shit before.

“So what is it then? You wanna fuck me? Go ahead and get on with it then,” you spat sarcastically, self-deprecation seemed to be your only defense mechanism as of late. Standing up from the bathtub so your wet, naked body was on display for Jean, you took another hit of your cigarette as you drilled into his eyes. “Look at me,” you demanded. His eyes started at the floor below the bathtub, watching the way water spilled onto the tiles from your bold gesture. Then they moved up the curvature of the rusty tub, fixating on the orange grime that collected at the bottom of the white ceramic. His ears tinged red when he caught sight of your calves, covered in knicks from your poor shaving. They lingered on your thighs, soft and supple, dripping with soap, as he whispered your name, unsure of what you wanted him to do from there.

“Look at me, I’m right fucking here,” your voice stuttered, losing the slight grip of confidence you had garnered for a moment. You watched as his eyes widened when they skated over the curvature of your breasts, the way they sat pretty on your chest, covered in love bites from Eren the night before. “So? Are you gonna get what you came here for?”

“G-God no! N-not that… not that I don’t want to fuck you! But I’m not just here to fuck you- wait, I’m not here to fuck you at all! I would if you wanted but- I wouldn’t pressure you or anything! Not that I think that you’re only good to be fucked like… oh, crap… I think we could have a great conversation! Do you wanna talk-”

Jean shut up at the feeling of your lips against his, his hair taking in moisture as you tangled your wet fingers in his tresses, “Silence lover boy… give me silence,” you whispered into his lips, begging him to just shut the fuck up. His clothes slowly became wet with bath water as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your naked body against his. You kissed him and you waited. You waited for the lightbulb to go off. You waited to feel something and you waited for him to feel you back. His lips moved against yours but he couldn’t quite piece together what you wanted… you were used to your partners knowing exactly what you wanted. Lover boy, he was timid to the touch, and he was timid to touch you. Why didn’t he want to touch you?

“You can touch me you know…” you beckoned Jean to put his hands on you, but they stayed anxious at his sides. Frustration festered in the pit of your stomach, your ability to form a functioning thought blinded by confusion. He wasn’t moving. He was stagnant in place, desperately keeping his lips attached to yours, but his hands stood by his sides. Why? You felt tainted, like used goods, shriveled up and washed out after years of being worn down. Was that why? Your legs took you backwards, stumbling back into the bathtub and allowing your body to be swallowed by the water once more.

“What the fuck is wrong with me? You don’t even want to touch me? I’m just your fuck for today… and you don’t want me…” The words fled your lips with apprehension, hands rising to your face to wipe at your eyes until they turned red, “He didn’t even want me…” Cries racked your body as you sunk further into the water, until only your nose poked out of the surface. Your eyes opened slightly, Jean’s figure swirling above the water, his body morphing and folding into different shapes, the mundane colors of your bathroom mixing into one ugly, grey. You wanted the world to look like this- like it sat inside of a kaleidoscope forever, you wanted it to give you fiction and take away the cold, hard facts. The fact that Eren didn’t fucking want you, and now neither did the guy that you met less than a day ago. If not good enough for a measly fuck? Then what?

Jean inched towards your submerged body, reaching a hand out to your trembling figure and wrapping it around one of your wrists. “Hey… hey, it’s not like that at all, believe me… I wanna touch you, I’d love to- I mean I’d love to,” his voice sounded muffled from underneath the water. The pressure on your wrist tightened as he pulled your body up, drops of bath water slapped against the surface, trickling down from your hair and sinking into the ocean below you. The hazel eyes kneeled down in front of the tub to look into yours, bloodshot and burning from the soap that infested them, “but you’re in no place to have me touch you like that, I will when you’re okay-”

“I am okay goddammit! Why the fuck don’t I look okay?! I’ve never been better! I’m so fucking happy right now Jean!” There wasn’t a thing about you that read that you were okay, you were withering away slowly and you didn’t know how to stop it. You were sick, emotionally, mentally, and now physically. Every octave that your voice rose so did the bile that sat in your stomach. You screamed at him until your voice went sour, until your throat went dry, and until your fingernails couldn’t press into your palms for much longer. Jean watched as your body crumbled, piece by piece, laying yourself out in disarray before him. He didn’t know what the hell to do with you, this was much more than something a shitty cup of coffee and a cookie from the convenience store could fix. He watched as you tried to hold yourself together by a fine thread, convincing yourself that you were fine when you were evidently not.

“I’m sick, Jean… literally… I’m gonna-”

Jean flung back on the floor as you heaved over the bathtub, once again the contents of your stomach were empty. He looked puzzled, just as you look puzzled, both of you expecting a fine pile of whatever the fuck to come out of you. Your body clung to the edge of the bathtub, taking a desperate hit of your cigarette. If I smoke it enough, you thought, your body felt like it was on its last legs anyway. Your tears became a sea on the floor beneath you, a stormy, grey sea, mixing with the ash that you tapped off your smoke. “Jean,” you muttered through sweaty lips, spit coating your throat, thick while flem rested at the back of your tongue. He looked at you with soft eyes, he just didn’t know what to fucking do, but he looked at you. He saw you, and he made sure that you knew he was giving you his attention, lifting your chin so you’d acknowledge his concerned expression.

“Jean,” you mumbled again, voice barely making a sound though your lips moved for him, “I’m fucking ruined Jean… an unloveable bitch,” his grip on your chin tightened, “and I don’t know why the fuck you wanted to see me…”

Jean didn’t know what he was doing when he held your hand in his, he didn’t know what he was doing when he brought your knuckles to his lips, and he didn’t know what he was doing when he told you that you’d be okay, because truthfully he didn’t know if you’d be okay. Not when you sunk yourself into the bathtub with an imaginary anvil on your chest, not when he had to pull you back up only to watch you throw up absolutely nothing on to the filthy bathroom floor, and not as he watched you pull out your third cigarette since his arrival. He knew nothing about you, he just knew that he met you last night and that he liked you, and that you even looked pretty while naked and covered in your own sweat and spit, that’s how much he liked you.

“I wanted to see you, because I thought you were fucking cool… that's why. Because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since last night…” your smile was weak through your sore cheeks, you didn’t like the way you felt. You didn’t like the way he was making you feel, like someone actually looked at you and decided that you needed help, and that they were going to be the one to give it to you. Eren never did it, at least he hadn’t for a while. It felt undeserved on your part, you weren’t worthy of an ounce of affection from Jean… but did you care? And the way he mended his lips to yours, not an ounce of disgust on his face but… warmth? That’s what you felt with his mouth moving against you, you felt warm, and you hated it. You didn’t deserve warm, you didn’t deserve anything. You were just an “ungrateful fuck,” or at least that’s what Eren called you before he showed you his twisted version of warm. Why couldn’t all warms feel like Jean’s warm?

“Jean… do I make you feel… warm?” You snickered, interrupting his brief display of affection towards you. His eyes searched yours for some type of clarification but he should’ve known better than to expect anything from you, at least not now.

“Do you make me feel warm?” You hummed, confirming that his understanding of your odd question was correct. Jean shifted his weight from one knee to another, legs growing numb from hovering before you for so long.

“I… no… not yet?” Exhaling through your nose, you grimaced at the awkward confession. Jean’s eyebrows furrowed as he returned your question to you, still unsure of what you were asking. “Do… I… make you feel warm?” He asked as your fingers lightly traced circles into his cheeks, grabbing them in either of your hands before offering him a sickly grin. The next words that came out of your mouth were a product of the angel on your right shoulder, while your thoughts were a product of the devil’s on your left. They were at battle for your intentions, turning your mind into a ruthless war zone.

Unfortunately, you do make me feel warm Jean.

“You do make me feel warm, lover boy…”

And I hate the feeling of warm.

“And it feels kind of nice,”

Though annoyingly enough, I don’t think you can help it.

“No one has ever been so… good to me?”

And I don’t really want you to make me feel warm for much longer, but right now I just need to feel something.

“Stay the night Jean… want you to make me feel warm again.”

One, two, three, four…

Eren’s eyes followed the ceiling fan of the men’s bathroom that he was cooped up in at the airport, counting the slow rotations of the wooden planks going around and around, dizzying his brain as he desperately tried to keep up with the rickety appliance. The phone in his pocket had been buzzing non-stop, calls from his team trying to figure out where the hell he was were muffled by the fabric of his jeans. He sat on the toilet and leaned his back against the cold tiles, trying to relax under the headache-inducing lights that shone blisteringly into the stall. He was thinking of you again, he wondered what you were doing and if you were thinking of him. He wanted you to be thinking of him. God knows he wouldn’t be able to live with the idea of you ever not thinking of him.

His boots remained glued to the floor as he let his nausea take over, hand wiping over his face, attempting to rid his mind of all memories he had of you. Your naked body ravaged his mind and wrapped around the deepest parts of his brain like ivy, neverending growth, the vines of you suffocating every thought he had. He slashed and slashed and slashed at you, everytime he took a leaf you gave him a thorn, and laughed while you watched it puncture the most sensitive parts of him. “Fuck you…” he mumbled, finally reaching for his phone, wincing at the bright leds of his screen.

11 missed calls.

7 voicemails.

“Eren! Are you at the airport? What time is your flight? Eren please… we won’t get mad… just-”

“Eren, you stupid fuck… please tell me you caught a flight… that’s the least your brain could manage-”

“Eren are you fucking kidding me? I’ve never met a bigger fucking piece of shit-”

“Eren… I don’t care if you fly here in a fucking freight plane… just get. your ass. to London…”

“Eren!”

“Eren…”

“EREN-”

“Shit!” His fist collided with the plastic wall of the stall, shaking the fixture and causing the weak locks on the doors to raddle. His long fingers raked through his hair while he leaned forward, seething into his palms. “Shit, shit, shit… I can’t fucking do this,” he felt sick whispering to himself and allowing his tears to finally fall. Eren didn’t cry, he didn’t like to cry because crying equated to being weak, and Eren didn’t like being weak. That was something you’ve known about him since high school, you could stab him in the back and stick a knife through his heart but Eren. Didn’t. Cry. Very rarely would he give himself the chance to, scaring himself out of it before the first tear could even fall.

“Don’t be a fucking bitch man,” his hands balled into fists as he rammed them into his head, over and over, until all the tears were knocked out of him. He held his breath and sealed his lips shut, don’t make a sound, he thought, if you cry they’ll think you’re weak. Thousands of faces laughed at him the night before, smiles taunting, ripping into his skin until all the weak poured out of him. He broke down because of you, he snapped because of you, why were you his trigger? No, it was because of that random fuck you kissed. The image of his lips on yours returned, making him livid, making him tug at his hair, making him keel over and retch into the toilet bowl. The sounds outside of the stall stopped momentarily, the sinks stopped running, the hand dryers stopped drying, and the footsteps stopped moving. Eren slapped a hand over his mouth, and cried silently into his palm, for that was the only thing that would ever get to see his tears. The only other one who ever saw him cry was you. You held his weakness over his head and dangled it there, and he chased you for it every time.

“You okay in there man?” A voice spoke through the stall and he whimpered. Eren whimpered and so he threw up again at the fact that he actually whimpered, beginning to knock at his head again with his fists. “Stupid… y-yeah I’m fine,” he spoke, trying to muster up all the confidence he could. And then the world resumed, as it always did. The world gave a shit about Eren for two seconds, he could stare all 7 billion people in the eyes and say “I’m fine,” while holding a gun to his head… and they’d keep moving. He said he was fine? Correct? But will he still do the show tomorrow? Yeah, he’s fine.

Eren hoisted himself back up onto the toilet bowl, wiped the bile off his face and laughed, “He’s gotta have a dick from the gods to be better than me…” He looked at his phone again, unlocking it with shaky fingers. He knew he shouldn’t, he was supposed to be letting you go, but he opened the messages from you back up.

Hey, thank you for the necklace. You know I have a hard time accepting gifts but it really is beautiful.

His mind wandered to the way that necklace bounced around your tits, his cock thrusting in and out of you mercilessly, not stopping for any ounce of hatred you spewed at him. The way the tears in your eyes sparkled, matching the set of diamonds that dressed your collarbones, the same collarbones he bit into, staking his claim on you because you were his. Not that fuck with the stupid brown hair and the dumb fucking face. Eren’s knuckles turned white as he gripped at his phone, hand shaking at the gentle message from you. You were always so gentle… come on just hate me back, he thought. Eren shifted his weight when he remembered that that very necklace still sat in his back pocket, feeble fingers sticking into the denim and pulling out the strand of diamonds set in 14 karat gold. He brought the hardware up to his lips and kissed it lightly, holding it there for a moment before inhaling your scent still on it. Warm vanilla.

“Fuck this,” Eren dropped his phone and trailed his hand down his pants, unbuttoning them and swiftly slipping his cock out, desperate to get himself off. He readjusted his position on the toilet, letting his head hit the wall behind him while feathering his fingers around the tip of his length, now standing erect after thinking of you. He hesitated for a moment, before wrapping his hand around the base to massage himself. He bit back moans, just as he bit back tears. He seethed and twisted as the metal flush dug into his back, tears slipping his eyes as he thought of you, his weakness. He thought of you underneath him, begging him for answers. He thought of you on top of him, moving your body in desperation to feel something even close to what you two used to have.

His face turned red in embarrassment, humiliated that he was crying over you, and while he was crying over you, he was fucking himself into his hand while pretending it was you. You. You. You. That was why he’d never fully shake you, your ivy grew quickly, an invasive species, festering and thriving off of his need to get rid of it.

“Ah… shit… get out of my head,” he begged, only making your thorns strike him harder. The more he pushed, the more he felt pulled to you. His movements sped up, legs sprawled out on the toilet, his knees hitting the walls as he thrusted his hips up. The obnoxious overhead lights taunted him once more, shaming him, and setting up a spotlight for a man that was fucking himself to the image of an ex-girlfriend that he couldn’t accept was an ex-girlfriend. Again he wondered what you were doing, again he wondered if you were thinking of him. Did he accomplish his goal? Did he finally push you away?

“I’m no good for you…” he whispered, tears pricking at his eyes, “...fuck baby, you’re making me cry…” And as Eren’s cheeks heated up, silencing his weak whimpers in the sweaty airport bathroom, he released. His cum dripped down one hand while the other gripped the ceramic toilet seat in anger. “Do you hate me baby? Please don’t hate me…” Because deep down, Eren didn’t want you to hate him. But he couldn’t stop hurting you, and for that, he’d fuck himself to the thought of you for a little while longer. Were you thinking of him? Did he consume your brain like ivy? Vines wrapping and tangling and tugging at your brain? One more time he humiliated himself, allowing himself to be weak, allowing your name to roll off his lips.

“Fuck ____, you feel so good… shit!”

“Ngh, yes… Jean, please, fuck, right there!”

Your fingers curled around his caramel hair while his mouth worked at your sensitive bud, his tongue gently toying with your clit, kissing the insides of your thighs every so often. For the last hour you’ve directed him in the exact motion you wanted him to go, grinding up in his mouth, while he pressed himself down onto you. Was it everything you could’ve asked for? No, but you wanted to forget and you haven’t thought about the curdling feeling in your stomach since Jean first put his lips on you. He was tentative, he was sweet, he was slow, all things Eren lacked. Eren wasn’t afraid, Eren moved like he needed you, Eren gave things to you quick, all things Jean lacked. But every time Jean looked up at you with those gentle eyes to ask you if you were “okay” and if you “felt good,” your heart couldn’t help but be tugged in every possible direction.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, nodding down at him while trying to hold back tears, he pinched at your thighs softly, “I’m okay,” you assured him, “keep going… please.” Your stomach twitched when he put his tongue back on you, swirling the tip around your puffy clit. You took one of his hands in yours and brought it to your hole, begging him to penetrate you, to drive you over the edge and then once you fell, bring you right back up again. Putting a finger under his chin and lifting his face to look at you, “I’m not gonna break Jean,” you muttered with a tinge of annoyance, much too little for him to pick up on. He offered you a comforting smile before putting his tongue back on your heat, this time adding his middle finger, curling it and moving it inside of you.

“Fuck, that’s it Jean… that’s it…” You cried, missing the feeling of someone pleasing you so tenderly, missing the feeling of someone who actually cared. Did Jean care or was he just incredible at pretending? The sheets of your bed stuck to your back with sweat, a sudden feeling of unease washing over you. The fact that you truly didn’t know Jean let alone what the fuck his intentions were with you prodded at your brain as he prodded at your insides. Jean stood inches away from you while you puked just a bit ago and now here he was at the foot of your bed pleasing you like nothing happened. So what the fuck did he want from you? Your moans grew silent as your body instinctively pushed his fingers out of you, “Jean… wait.” He listened. He heard your pleas and he listened. So you began to cry again, naked, baring yourself to him completely for the second time that night and he still showed no inclination to leave. You laid in a state of shock as Jean closed your legs and took your hand in his, why did he have to hold your hand?

His fingers caressed yours, he pulled a blanket onto your body and he sat next to you, allowing you to gather your thoughts. He gave you a moment of peace… that one you searched for so desperately. Only this time you didn’t find it in hurting yourself. You shielded your eyes with one of your arms and let your tears fall, Jean winced at the way your lips quivered, the way your breathing grew ragged and the way you were digging your nails into your palms so aggressively he thought you would draw blood. “Jean… I’m sorry,” you apologized. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting some contrived answer, something to just shut you up, but all you felt was his hand on yours. He gently removed your arm from your face and unfolded your fingers before thumbing at your palms, “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

He was being so good to you, so why couldn’t you fucking feel anything? You wanted to fucking feel something. “Jean… I wanna try again…” You insisted, growing frustrated with yourself for lacking so much emotion. All he could do was stare while you crawled onto his lap and put your lips on his, “Please… help me feel something Jean.” And because Jean was a good man, because he wanted the girl he liked to like him back, he agreed. His eyes searched yours for any ounce of interest but felt his heart drop when he saw none, but he would keep trying because he wasn’t lying to you when he said that you were “fucking cool.” He inhaled sharply, trying to hold it together for you as you moved against his clothed crotch, searching for that ounce of something you desired. He was sure to help you find it as he gripped your hips and helped you, circling them closer and closer to his aching length. “Do you feel it yet?” he asked, panting against your lips and god, did he look beautiful. His cheeks flushed the perfect pink, his eyes glazed over with adoration, why did he adore you again?

“M’hm… I-I feel it Jean,” you lied as you felt the knot in your stomach about to burst. Your face dug into his neck while he placed a hand on the back of your head, “Shit… I feel it Jean.” You didn’t, but you wanted to, you wanted to feel it so badly, he wanted that for you too. Jean’s timid panting in your ears drove you up to the edge, his hand guiding you against him knocked you over it, but when you came down that's when it stopped. You took his face in your hands and kissed him harshly, cheeks heating up at how carefully he kissed you back.

That’s when you felt it.

No, you didn’t feel that something.

You felt a pile of vomit rise from your throat all too quickly, only being able to watch in embarrassment as it landed on Jean’s shirt, your hands desperately trying to catch it. His eyes rolled and he held his breath, throwing you to the side of the bed and running to the bathroom. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sink, frantically heaving, waiting for his own bile to emerge from the depths of his stomach. If terror had a picture next to it in the dictionary it would be one of Jean’s face at that moment. His face flushed white and his head felt like it was on fire, heaving into the sink a mess of convenience store chocolate chip cookies and shitty coffee.

“Jean! Oh my god… I’m so…” What the hell could you even say at that moment? For the second day in a row were your hands banging on the door of a lover trapped inside and it was tiring. Albeit this time your hands moved thoughtfully, less with undying rage, but now with concern, hoping that Jean was okay. As you pressed your ear to the door you heard him, he took uneven breaths while turning the sink on, sniffing up all the snot that left his nose. “Jean, please…” For once you felt you had something good, but you were so used to screaming, screaming with no goal, with no end. But now you had to be gentle, there was no room for screaming, because on the other side of that door there was a guy that gave a fuck, and it was your turn to give a fuck about him back. The lock clicked open as you reached for the doorknob, turning it slowly and peeking your head through. He was a mess, covered in tears and puke, and guilt washed over you as you remembered how he arrived at your apartment. He was smiling, his voice sang, and he brought you fucking cookies, oh god, what were you doing?

You walked straight up to him and put your lips on his, peeling his muddled shirt off and resting your palms on his stomach. “I haven’t cleaned my mouth,” he mumbled, but you kissed him harder. “It’s okay…” you fought back, just letting him feel you, and actually you, for the first time the whole night. You wiped your thumbs over his cheeks, ridding them of the tears that had no right being there. “Give me another chance,” you pleaded, “I’ll try… okay?” He nodded like you’d just told him he won the lottery, because in his mind, he did. His hands ran over your body like you were a work of art, like you would crumble at his touch if he lingered anywhere for too long. He touched you like you meant something and it was hard for you to accept it, you didn’t feel like you were worth much to anyone. But you also felt butterflies rise in your stomach… were they butterflies?

They weren’t. And for the third time that night you puked, groaning as you held onto Jean’s arms and letting the vomit pool onto the floor between you two. Falling to your knees and feeling your jaw shudder, your body froze when you felt Jean’s hand rest on your head. Was he serious? How much could he take before he decided that you weren’t worth it? In that moment Jean gave you comfort… and your eyes widened when he leaned down in front of you and… smiled. He wiped the sweat off your face with his hand and threw a towel over the mess, picking it up and walking it over to the kitchen to throw it out. And all you could do was sit there, naked on the bathroom floor, frozen, finding it hard to accept Jean’s acts of selflessness. He gave you warm.

And even though Jean meant well in giving you all the warm in the world, you feared that you’d already grown addicted to a type of cold only Eren could give.

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Season 4, Episode 14 - Sentibulleur (Sentibubbler)

I just seen the episode today, because I wasn't looking forward for another Alya-centric one, I'm already sick of it. I did it only now when have more free time. It's the first time, since I'm a Miraculous fan, when I'm starting watching a completely new episode without feeling even a bit of excitation. I'm not gonna lie that I enjoyed it, I don't, because it's not my cup of tea. This is why this post is more about why I dislike Alya favouritism than Sentibubbler itself. But I need to clarify that I didn't enjoy the episode mostly because of personal taste, I'm not trying to say it's "objectively" bad (though opinions are never objective, only facts could be). If you love Alya's arc, it's completely understandable that you probably love this episode as well.

I thought it would be a DjWfi episode (to be clear, I haven't seen any trailers of it, only one screenshot, which was said to be from this episode, but I don't remember seeing that moment in it at all, and the ending card), but poor Nino was just a background character. This is literally an "Alya is amazing" episode in which she is saving the world with a very little help of Ladybug and even less of Chat Noir, who is treated more like an offending trash. After watching it, I see fan edits like that are even more accurate to describe season 4 (not made by me, I just stole it from Cartoon Apocalypse's video).

Adrien was supposed to be a deuteragonist and a second main character, but Alya is much more like ones than Adrien has ever been. He has never gotten as many episodes focusing on him as much like those with Alya in a season (and we can be sure, it's not the last one) and he has never be as much the main hero in a fight against villains in any of them. Instead of giving him more screentime, he's putted even more in the background than before, because Alya needs to shine. Why they can't do it without treating Adrien that much unfair? I'm not gonna hide that I hate it and it makes me feel that maybe I should stop watching the show, since it looks like it's not something I really enjoy anymore. Adrien is my favourite character, so I'm really pissed of that Alya is stealing his role. We will see, but once I will be sure that Alya favouritism is gonna last forever, I would consider stopping watching the show seriously. Especially that doesn't go hand in hand with good writing. In this episode nothing as much absurd like in Optigami happened, but I still have one big issue.

It's not a problem with Alya herself. I'm used to like her, even if she's been annoying me sometimes before S4. But I don't know what to think about her this season, since I have some issues with her writing. I just don't like the idea of as much favouritism any of the characters who are not the original main ones, especially if Adrien is treated that bad by the writing at the same time. I would say the same if it was Kagami, who is my third favourite character in the show, after Adrien and Plagg. As you see, I like the Japanese girl even more than Marinette, but I still don't think that making her more important than the protagonist would be okay (it would make no sense, but you know what I mean).

Besides, I've seen people speculating that Alya is going to fuse the fox with ladybug Miraculous in an episode in which Marinette is akumatised (if one will ever happen). Don't you see how much unfair to Adrien/Chat Noir it is? Alya is already getting much of special treatment, more than a character who was supposed to be the next most important one after the current Guardian of the Mother Box. An episode with Marinette as an akuma should be the one in which Chat Noir is saving her without help of any other heroes, just like she has saved him alone in Chat Blanc. If there was a fusion of the fox and ladybug, it would mean that's not a story mostly about Marinette and Adrien anymore. It would make it clear that the writers are not even try to hide the fact that's now it's Alya the second most important character. Adrien could be the third one at best, Chat is only a sidekick of the Ladies, not really a hero equal to Ladybug anymore. Besides, episode like that is most probably the only chance to see Tikki using her power without a wielder. Wouldn't it really interesting to see what bad happens when Tikki is using Lucky Charm all by herself?

And to be fair, this season has really way too much Alya generally, I'd like to see more other heroes, not just Rena Rouge and Rena Rouge over and over again. I want more new Miraculous wielders and since Ladybug is calling the old ones (though she definitely should not do it), I want to see them in action too. We need to get a full transformation sequence of Ryuuko at least once. But the more episodes they are released, the less I believe it would ever happen. Good thing that they found few seconds to show Chat's sequence (only a second time in 10 episodes!), but still no Cataclysm. I wonder if they are even going to show it after season 3.

I have no idea what writers are planning to do. If they're want Alya to be a permanent Miraculous holder who is treated like co-guardian by Marinette forever, why they write her that way? Why isn't she really noble and careful? Why all those red flags she's giving Marinette (those she always ignore anyway): like letting Mr. Ramier know that Ladybug's the Guardian now, though she asked her to keep it as a secret, or stealing a Miraculous that almost made Ladybug's identity exposed. Are any of those events be relevant later? Are they there to show that saying Alya everything about the Guardian things and giving her the fox Miraculous permanently are bad decisions? If yes, what's the purpose of Sentibubbler? This episode doesn't seem to be really significant, it's more like another one fan service for Alya stans. The previous ones were actually important, this one could be missed without much a loss for the plot. The only reason it could be seen as significant is to make Marinette letting her guard down even more. But isn't she extremely careless already? After revealing her identity, she immediately started to tell Alya all the Guardian secrets, gave her a code for the Miracle Box, as well as the Miraculous permanently, despite her identity being exposed and all the wrong things she has done. Marinette is already dealing completely reckless with Alya, there's no reason to make her even more. Besides, that dream can't be a prophetic one, right? I remember that adult Bunnix really believed that exposing Ladybug's identity is something what Alya is able to do (from her time at least), but I think it's impossible to happen in real. That's why I see this episode as the most "fillerish" from all of this's season those have been released till now. Other ones introduced new characters or Miraculous wielders at least, nothing really new and crucial happened in this one. There's nothing bad in fillers, but why another Alya-centric one? Why not focusing on a character who hasn't been favoured this season instead?

The most stupid thing in this episode is that Rena Rouge made an illusion in which Ladybug says that she won't give the Miraculous to her anymore, for two reasons. One is that Gabriel bought that very weak lie without questioning it at all. It's clearly a plot armor. I know that they tend to make Gabriel very dumb when they need it from the beginning, but it's extremely stupid even to him. Hey, Gabriel, you know Rena Rouge's identity for some time now and Ladybug has been already giving Rena the fox few times before after her identity being exposed. Why that sudden decision? Isn't it suspect? Second is that it's been portrayed as a clever thing, while it makes Alya unable to be Rena Rouge anymore, if they don't want to show to Shadow Moth that was a lie. I'm not talking only about the battles, Rena can't be seen in public, since Ladyblog is not the only place which is showing content about the heroes. So then there's no reason for Alya to keep the fox anymore. Unless I interpret it wrong, and Marinette doesn't think it would make Gabriel stop going after Alya. But to me it looked like that and that's also make Marinette dumb anyway, because she is still unable of seeing how dangerous it is for her best friend. Alya's plan worked once, but it doesn't mean it would work again, once he discovers the lie, it would make him even more suspicious of a bond between Rena Rouge and Ladybug. Marinette is risking not only safety of Paris and the whole world, but also safety of her best friend. Why everyone is able to see that obvious thing, not only the girls but also all of the Kwamis? I'm not going to change my opinion that they are dumbing down all the characters who are involved in it and that's just bad and lazy writing.

And where's Su-Han when he's needed. I've been working on the English subtitles for the French dubbing of Furious Fu recently and now I remember that he said that he's going to observe Marinette and take the box from her is she makes a slight mistake. She's keeping making bad decisions, but he still isn't showing. That was a lie? Because if he doesn't see anything wrong in how's Marinette is dealing with her guardian duty, I'm gonna to lose the rest of my faith in the writers.

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I'm so sorry. I wanted to be active on Tumblr at least a bit after seeing this episode, but I still don't feel motivated. It's painful to say that season 4 is mostly a disappointment to me, especially that I hate the biggest story arc of it.

#miraculous ladybug #ml sentibubbler #ml season 4 #ml spoilers #ml spoiler #ml season 4 spoilers #chicoriii about S4 episodes #chicoriii #original post

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yess the part where johnny bumped into taeyong was cool!! ty looks so cool while performing gosh 😌 i think ive watched that nct u class performance so many times by now, im still not over it for some reason hahaha

OMG I KNOW XIAOJUN BEING RELEVANT!! YES!! honestly im so glad that during nct 2020 a lot of the wayv members got to show their skills and how theyve improved (like xiaojun, hendery, yangyang) and i hope this keeps going (i feel like winwin esp couldve been showcased more? maybe it's hard with soo many members and i dont wanna be *that* fan...but he was the leader of the 90s love unit and had like 2 lines lol)

omg yes shotaro!! you never couldve known he debuted just 2 MONTHS AGO but i agree even in maw u can tell that the boy got moves! i feel so proud of him and hes so cute 😊 i agree, sign me up too for the idols who have such duality!! they were all so good (as expected)!!

WAIT LMAO SO SORRY i just fact checked myself and haikyuu actually has 4 seasons 😂 😅 there was like a 4 year gap between s3 and s4 so i think i felt like it was 2 seasons lmaoo. lately i have been more okay watching ongoing shows bc it gives me something to look forward to every week! but i usually do binge shows, which is why im a little sad that the uncanny counter is ongoing so i am forced to wait 😭 i must say though my binging skills are amazing...my one talent in life 🤣

her private life is another fake relationship kdrama (the main girl character is a fangirl and she runs a blog for her bias ahaha relatable??), and i think crash landing on you has some fake relationship things?? obviously it's not the main focus of the drama but crash landing is iconic u gotta watch, be prepared to cry tho if you get emotional watching these things like me 😭 because this is my first life was also good (i've heard some ppl get frustrated by the main guy character's lack of emotion though but i liked the writing and it's worth giving it a shot if you want!) i love the fake relationship and the enemies to lovers tropes, so if you come across any that are good pls let me know hehe

SVT yes that part in home where they choreographed like a house imagery with their hands was so cool!! the choreo is just so detailed (like i think there was a part that looked like they were opening a door bc it's "home"), i had heard svt is self produced and thats so amazing! theyre so talented and their performances are so good (the ones i've seen so far). i watched their mafia dance video for left and right and it was so FUNNY HAHAHAA they seem so chaotic i love it (also i love the mafia dances in general lol like nct dream did it for we go up). i'm going to try to learn svt's names (which i usually do by just watching crack videos about the group on youtube lmao) so stay tuned 👀 coming from nct, 13 members doesnt even seem like a lot to me anymore hahaha and i think im usually good with names so we'll see! i am also curious to see if i end up stanning dino :)) who are your svt biases??

haha yes i can understand xj/hn/lc without subtitles!! it's interesting because i think all 3 of them are from different places so their canto actually sounds a bit different from each other! but when i hear wayv speaking canto it feels so familiar bc i really only speak cantonese with my family, and it's such a weird but also good feeling and it makes me feel warm :) wayv is the unit that feels like ur close friends (whereas dreamies have best chemistry and i think i like 127’s music most? (but ofc i do actually like all the units songs hahah))

🥺yeah me too! i’m glad wayv members became more relevant thanks to nct 2020! honestly they are soooo good and they deserve all the attention! and winwin 💔 honestly i’m so happy he is in wayv now where he is being appreciated more! where he gets the lines and screentime! he deserves it 😤 of course you’re gonna be *that* fan! we’re all *that* fan 😤 the leader of the unit got 2 lines 😤 smh 😤

omg 4 year gap???? that’s a lot 😳 what for?? i guess the 4 year gap is the reason the show is still airing after all these years lmao when i saw gifs on my dash my reaction was wtf when did haikyuu become one piece what have i missed and then i googled and saw that the anime has 80+ episodes????? ABOUT VOLLEYBALL???? 😳 WILD

ohhh i see you have something to look forward to hmm that makes sense? maybe i should try it, especially since it’s most likely not as consuming as binge watching!! but yeah same, binge watching tv shows is one of my talents 😏

her private life is about a girl who runs a blog about her bias? there’s a whole kdrama about me? are you kidding me rn? never knew someone would be inspired by me or us for that matter? since we’re both just two little human beings running a blog about their biases<3 OMGGGG when am i gonna get the time to watch all of these drama 😭 hopefully really soon, but knowing how busy my college life can be (and esp rn) probs not 🤕 if i ever come across any drama that you haven’t watched already i will most likely recommend it to you!!!!

AHDGAGHFSDGH i love when idols play mafia game of any kind and i think that svt’s left and right is my favorite mafia dance ajfdshgadfshga they’re so chaotic and funny and omg vernon was so good tho?????? 😳 i was impressed bc i could never lie so well ahgdfags yeah it’s not that hard to remember all 13 of them especially because all of them are so different (i mean all of the members in all of the groups are always so different but ajdsgakja for whatever reason svt to me seemed the most uhhh versatile from the others?? like for example woozi is so smol it’s easy to remember him, and then seungkwan is the loud one, and then mingyu and jeonghan are pretty ones, joshua the charming one, sweet one, my biases are the best<3 etc but i mean THIS COULD BE JUST ME AJDGAJSH maybe i’m just too biased bc i love them so much sigh) anyways,,,,,, there’s a lot of ICONIC SVT CONTENT SO ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ welcome we have cookies, relax and enjoy yourself, the ride to being 500% whipped for svt begins right here, i recommend to you their pot and hammer game bc i love to watch when idols play it and svt? CHAOTIC AS ALWAYS!

OK MY SVT BIASES 🥺 ok first of all here’s a digression: usually when i get into a kpop group i have like 3 different positions, 1) love at first sight - which is the person who i’m attracted to right from the second?? like the first person i see and i’m like oh //they// kinda like the way you’re attracted to dino’s dancing and stuff; 2) first bias - which is the person i just pick for whatever reason //ok they’re gonna be my bias//; 3) the actual bias - after watching a lot of content and listening to the music and getting to know the group in general i then choose //THE BIAS// or rather the bias chooses me bc it’s out of my control i just love them whoever they are! and with svt 🥺 all of the 3 were one guy (the only other time this happened to me is w nct dream lmao) 🥺 and i love him so much! one and only: xu minghao! (aka the8) 🥰 he’s one of the lead dancers and 1/2 china line in svt and he can sing! he can rap! and boy can he dance 😭 i just 🥺 love him 🥺 my other svt bias (whom, tbh, i don’t love nearly as much as i love minghao but i still love him very much<3) is wen junhui! (aka jun) 🥰 he is the other lead dancer and 2/2 china line in svt (this is random: but i really love china line in kpop??? like idek why? i mean of course i don’t care about their nationality or whatever but i’ve just noticed that for whatever reason the ones i tend to love and bias are more often than not chinese) and i know i know you asked ‘hey cora who are your svt biases??’ and everything i was supposed to say was ‘hey santa it’s the8 and jun!’ but no i had to be EXTRA bc guess what? well I AM EXTRA!!! bc i got excited i really love them 😭 (esp minghao<3 lately he’s been my ultimate bias so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

OMG I AM SO JEALOUS OF YOU RN? you can understand them without titles? lucky!!!!!! but the fact that it feels familiar and it makes you feel warm<3 is so precious<3 so cute!! so wayv feels like home? 🥺 bc you only speak cantonese with your family? this is so 🥺 i’m not crying you’re crying 🥺 teach me something in cantonese?? like?? actually, first tell me is it too different from mandarin??? and then teach me something? how do i say i love you? or hi and bye lmao and thank you? yk the basics! and i mean of course that we all love all units songs i mean!! we’re here for all the mess those 23 boys give us but!! i think i’d be biased and pick nct dream’s music<3 but i love wayv and 127 so much as well 😭

#ss20 #wo ai ni<3 #until you teach me the canto way #literally have no idea how much different they're supposed to be i'm sorry #in my country we have dialects #but it's the same words #i guess just the accents are different and some other things but #the words are the same #but i have no idea what it's like in the rest of the world #i guess for foreigners even dialects in my country could sound like a completely different language????????

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#I'm not excited and that makes me sad Do you know about any reason for why are you feeling like this? And btw, you're not alone, I'm not excited as well. Keith stills piloting Black, the team's probably going to be like this for a while (before something happens...) & I don't like that. And what about Shiro. If they're going to make 8 seasons or so then I hope there'll be quality content. Otherwise I can start preparing my own coffin.

I never did talk about my feelings for season 3 and they are a big part of my current lack of excitement.

While there were things I liked a lot in season 3, I didn’t really like the season overall, nor do I like the direction it took the story and characters.

I knew the lion switch was coming. Keith piloting the Black Lion has been very steadily built up and I fully accepted it, though I wish Allura had been Red and I find that switching Lance around as well was unnecessary and only done for the sake of nostalgia. That said, even with my grievances at Lance being switched around too, I thought the lion switch would be a very good opportunity for some character and team dynamic development. But things are going in a direction I don’t like at all, and the sooner I see everyone back to their original lions (and Allura back to the Castle because honestly as badass as she is as a Paladin the fact that they have no access to wormholes while she’s fighting makes me extremely nervous for everyone) the better.

There’s also the fact that something is definitely up with Shiro, if that even is Shiro. For once, there’s no side I fully agree with when it comes to the question if Shiro is a clone or if he’s a brainwashed Galra sleeper agent, but Shiro at this point is for sure a ticking time bomb and a weapon for the Galra to use against Voltron and for the story to use against Keith specifically. And honestly, it’s getting a little tiring for me to see Shiro being used as a punching bag or a big hook to keep audiences interested. Not to mention, concerning. There’s only so many “What will happen to Shiro???” baits people can take before they start developing a sense of apathy to seeing in mortal danger again.

Wether that is actually our Shiro or not, I hate seeing him in the sidelines and if they keep him there for long I think that would be a terrible decision as far as the writing goes, disrespectful for Shiro’s character and a waste of the entirety of his s2 development and bonding with Black. The one thing that keeps me going in regard to Shiro and his Paladin status is this big spoiler from back in April.

Another thing, and this I admit may be because we were only afforded half a season really, is that I feel like s2 raised a lot of interesting questions and plot points that s3 did absolutely nothing with. Like Allura’s new powers. Never even mentioned again. Or Keith being part Galra, which I’m hoping will come up in s4 because Lotor has a thing for part Galras and that has to lead somewhere. S3 just added to the questions and hanging plot points we had before without fixing the ones raised by seasons 1 and 2 and that’s concerning.

Lotor, by the way, was my favourite thing about season 3, along with his generals, and they’re what I’m currently looking forward the most for next season. That and Pidge reuniting with Matt.

Both the season 4 trailer and the teaser don’t really give me anything to look forward to aside from Lotor. I’m not interested in the Coalation at all (and I suspected Keith isn’t either). I want to know about Shiro’s status and I want to know why Keith is completely absent from the trailer (all his footage is recycled from s3), but those things concern me more than they excite me.

I hope I’m just being pessimistic in this case, and that having s3 and s4 together to form the actual full season it would be if it weren’t for the new schedule will ease my worries.

#replies #voltron #Anonymous

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