#I can't think about them too long or I'll explode and die

[edithdraws]

AITA for leaving my foster child and girlfriend to go have an emotional affair at work with her evil father in order to protect the universe?

#don't judge him too harshly he learned abandonment from the best to ever do it (God) #adam warlock #gamora #atleza #adamora #cosmic marvel #art #I can't think about them too long or I'll explode and die

[rubysunnday]

to leave you behind

a/n: let's not talk about how long its been or the fact this is likely (maybe) the last time i'll write for s&b...

summary: reader takes jurda parem instead of nina and kaz is losing it

To Y/N, they'd all accepted their imminent deaths far too easily. They'd done the impossible, they'd broken into the Ice Court. They were not about to die in a tank, a few hundred metres from the Ferolind and freedom.

She glanced over at Kaz. They'd hardly spoken since he'd fainted in the prison wagon. He'd been avoiding her gaze whenever they'd been together and barely acknowledging her existence.

Y/N was growing tired of it. She loved him, she'd come to accept that truth whilst wafting through the crowds at the Ice Court. Perhaps, deep down, hidden and suppressed, he loved her too.

But she had been waiting for too long. Her heart was aching and her mind was tired of the not knowing, of the constant hatred and love all at once.

Y/N looked from Kaz to the rest of their group. She loved them all in different ways. She trusted them all and knew that she'd gladly die for them all.

Which made the next decision that bit easier.

She turned to Kuwei. He noticed her gaze and looked back at her. Y/N didn't speak. The boys eyes widened.

"You don't understand -"

"I understand, Kuwei," Y/N said softly.

Kuwei reached into his pocket and pulled out the little leather pouch that had begun this whole heist.

"Y/N, what are you -" Kaz trailed off as his eyes fell upon the pouch, its rim stained with a rust-coloured powder.

"You're all out of tricks, Kaz," Y/N said, taking the pouch from Kuwei. She shrugged, a sad smile on her face. "What else is there?"

"No, Y/N, don't be ridiculous," Inej warned.

"Personally I think this is my greatest idea yet," Y/N replied, trying to hide her shaking hands. "Besides, not everyone gets addicted after the first dose."

"You can't risk it, Y/N!" Inej exclaimed.

"No, Y/N, she's right, it's not worth it," Nina said. "I'll do it."

"No," Matthias said, shaking his head furiously.

Y/N laughed tiredly. "I have no one to fight for me, Nina," she said softly, trying not to look at Kaz. "You do."

The voice echoed out from amongst the Fjerdan ranks, counting down, getting ever closer to the end. Y/N took a deep breath in. She mentally counted to three and then turned to look at Kaz.

She was aware of everyone else around them trying not to look. Y/N shifted her weight from right to left, bringing herself closer to Kaz. Their elbow brushed.

Y/N raised her hand and gently placed it against Kaz's cheek. She let her thumb trail over his cheekbone. He flinched, his eyes closing tightly. Y/N swallowed the disappointment.

"I expect ten percent of your cut for this, Kaz," she whispered.

Before anyone could realise what was happening, before Kaz could ground himself back into reality, Y/N tipped the parem into her mouth, forcing herself to swallow it in one stodgy swallow.

Instantly, her blood began to thrum, power surging through it, the fire making it grow hotter. She could hear her heartbeat, pounding away over and over and over again. Her cheeks were burning, sweat was running down the back of her neck.

Her fire was screaming to be released. All it needed was one spark.

No.

It didn't need any spark.

Y/N could feel it at her fingertips. It throbbed.

Her gaze moved across the Fjerdan soldiers. She could feel the gunpowder waiting to be lit. She could hear the pistols being loaded and cocked. She could feel the flicker of the flames dancing off the torches they held.

She tilted her head to the left. She focused her gaze on a bomb filled with gun powder.

Her fingers snapped. The fire shot across the space between them and hit the fuse, burning it up in seconds.

The bomb exploded.

Orange light lit up her face, she could feel the heat burning her skin. It was thrilling.

Everything was burning around her and Y/N could still feel fire burning through her veins, desperate to be released into the night.

Y/N took a deep breath in, letting the cold air burning her nose as she did so. As she exhaled, fire flowed from her fingers, lighting up the sky as it soared across and over the soldiers, sending them all scattering to the sides and into the water.

"Drive," Y/N said softly, looking ahead, staring at the fire as it burnt its way along the ground.

Kaz looked at her, a hint of fear in his eyes.

In the middle of the True Sea, there was no fire. Y/N's desire to burn the whole world to the ground had faded to a dull ache. Instead, it'd been replaced be a reluctant sense of acceptance for what was to come.

She was sat on the main deck of the boat, her legs dangling over the edge. It was quiet out here. Everyone seemed to be avoiding her and, when they did run into her, giving her pitiful looks.

Y/N sighed, tilting her head back, letting the ocean spray hit her skin.

"I'm presuming you can't just burn it out your system."

She didn't even react. "No. I'll be burning myself from the inside out."

Kaz stepped forward and pivoted on his heel so he had his back to the railing. He leant backwards, holding his cane loosely in his hand.

"I won't take anymore," Y/N said quietly.

"I wasn't going to mention it," Kaz replied.

"Then why are you here?" Y/N asked, turning her head so that she was looking at him.

Kaz didn't speak. He didn't acknowledge that Y/N had spoken for a while. Eventually, he looked down at her.

"I wanted to talk before it begun."

Y/N nodded, turning back to look at the water churning as they passed. "I fear you're too late."

Kaz glanced down. Her hand rested on the railings, shaking even as it sat there.

As the sun rose, the aches set in. Everything hurt, from her jaw to her toes. All Y/N could do was lie there, shaking, trying not to cry. Inej sat with her for a few hours, her cold fingers combing through her hair, massaging the back of her neck.

Nina, they had decided, was going to be a last resort. If she absolutely had to, she would lower Y/N's heartbeat enough that she went into a coma, allowing her body to work through the drug without causing her too much pain.

Every candle on the ship had been extinguished. Y/N could feel them burning even if they were the other end of the ship from her.

A few hours later, her skin began to burn. She lay on the bed, wearing the thinnest shirt she could find, unable to tolerate anything else touching her. All the blankets had been thrown to the side and her shirt was soaked in sweat. Y/N kept her eyes shut, trying to fall asleep, trying to pretend that what was happening to her wasn't happening.

When the tremors began, Matthias was sat beside her. In her delirous state she'd vaguely realised that they were all taking turns to sit with her, to watch her.

They're waiting for you to die.

"Do you need me to get Nina?" Matthias asked, gently dabbing her sweat covered forehead with a wet cloth.

Y/N shook her head. "No... not, not yet."

"Do you -"

"No," Y/N said, clutching her hands into fists. "No, I can't fall down into it, I can't Matthias, I can't."

"Okay, okay," Matthias whispered, dipping the cloth back into the water and then placing it back on her forehead.

Y/N didn't remember Matthias leaving. One minute he was next to her, the next he was gone and -

"Kaz?" Y/N whispered, turning her head to look at him.

"Y/N."

He'd undressed to just his shirt sleeves, rolling them up to his elbows. He still had his gloves on and his cane was resting against the wall next to him. But he was there.

"Why... what -"

"We're taking turns," Kaz said, his voice hoarse and quiet. "It was mine."

Y/N smiled but, as she did so, the aches overwhelmed her. Her bones felt like they might burst through her skin and her head was pounding, being squeezed through a vice. Her skin was burning, her face was on fire.

She groaned, arching her back as she tried to escape the pain, to free her sweat covered back from the mattress.

A cold hand landed on her arm, pushing her back onto the bed. Y/N groaned, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her heart was pounding, she could hear it.

"Kaz, I can't - can't do this, I can't -"

"Don't give up," Kaz said, leaning forward. His hands were bare, holding her arm down and combing through her hair. "Don't, promise me."

"I can't, Kaz, I can't," Y/N sobbed. "Please, please just -"

"No, don't you dare," Kaz replied, his voice firm. "You're not dying on my watch, Y/N."

Y/N cried, her back arching again, her nails digging into her palm.

The door opened. Kaz looked over, watching as Nina quietly walked in.

"I could hear her heartbeat getting faster," Nina replied, shutting the door behind her. "I wanted to check..."

Kaz looked back at Y/N. He turned to Nina. "Please, Zenik," he said quietly. "Just do it."

Nina stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed. She took her wrist and pressed her fingers to her pulse point.

"Kaz," Y/N said, whimpering. "Kaz?"

"I'm here," he said, leaning forward. "I'm here."

"Stay till the end," she whispered, her tremors slowing down, her eyes growing unfocused.

"Y/N -"

"Promise me."

"I promise you," Kaz whispered, hand stroking her hair back from her face. He watched her eyes close as Nina gradually slowed her heart down. Y/N's eyes closed and her grip on Kaz's hand weakened, her body going limp as Nina put her body into a coma.

Kaz held tight to Y/N's hand. "I'm not going anywhere, Y/N."

#six of crows x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone imagines #shadow and bone x reader #six of crows #six of crows imagine #six of crows imagines #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #angst #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker imagines #kaz brekker angst

[munchmemes]

taylor swift lyrics, the tortured poets department edition, part one

fortnight

▸ i was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me. ▸ i was a functioning alcoholic till nobody noticed my new aesthetic. ▸ no one here's to blame but what about your quiet treason? ▸ for a fortnight there, we were forever. ▸ i took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary. ▸ i love you, it's ruining my life. ▸ thought of calling you but you won't pick up.

the tortured poets department

▸ who uses typewriters anyway? ▸ you're in self-sabotage mode. ▸ we're modern idiots. ▸ you smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate. ▸ i chose this cyclone with you. ▸ sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me. ▸ so tell me, who else is gonna know me? ▸ that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

my boy only breaks his favorite toys

▸ you should've seen them when they first got me. ▸ i only break my favourite toys. ▸ i should've known it was a matter of time. ▸ we could've played for keeps this time. ▸ i know i'm just repeating myself. put me back on my shelf. ▸ i'll tell you that [you/they] run because [you/they] love me. ▸ i knew too much. ▸ you saw forever so you smashed it up. ▸ once i fix me, you're gonna miss me. ▸ you took me out of my box, stole my tortured heart, left all these broken parts and told me i'm better off but i'm not.

down bad

▸ for a moment, i knew cosmic love. ▸ now i'm down bad, crying at the gym. ▸ everything comes out of teenage petulance. ▸ fuck it if i can't have [you/them]. ▸ i might just die, it would make no difference. ▸ i might just not get up, i might just stay down bad. ▸ fuck it, i was in love.

so long, london

▸ my spine split from carrying us up the hill. ▸ i stopped trying to make you laugh. ▸ how much sad did you think i had in me? ▸ i didn't opt in to be your odd man out. ▸ i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free. ▸ you say i abandoned the ship but i was going down with it. ▸ my friends said it isn't right to be scared every day of a love affair. ▸ just how low did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode? ▸ you swore that you loved me but where were the clues? ▸ i'm just mad as hell 'cause i loved this place.

but daddy i love him

▸ i just learned these people only raise you to cage you. ▸ i just learned these people try and save you 'cause they hate you. ▸ they slammed the door on my whole world. the one thing i wanted. ▸ you should see your face. ▸ no i'm not coming to my senses. ▸ i know [you/they]'re crazy but [you/they]'re the one i want. ▸ all my plans were laid. ▸ growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all. ▸ i'll tell you something right now, i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning. ▸ i'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace. ▸ i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing. ▸ god save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me. ▸ you ain't gotta pray for me if all you want is gray for me. then it's just white noise and it's just my choice. ▸ scandal does funny things to pride but brings lovers closer. ▸ fuck 'em, it's over. ▸ time, doesn't it give some perspective?

fresh out the slammer

▸ fresh out the slammer, i know who my first call will be to. ▸ handcuffed to the spell i was under, for just one hour of sunshine. ▸ years of labor, locks and ceilings, in the shade of how [they were] feeling. ▸ it's gonna be alright, i did my time. ▸ as i said in my letters, now that i know better, i will never lose my baby again. ▸ my friends tried but i wouldn't hear it, watched me daily disappearing. ▸ ain't no way i'm gonna screw up, now that i know what's at stake here.

florida!!!

▸ you can beat the heat if you beat the charges too. ▸ they said i was a cheat, i guess it must be true. ▸ this city reeks of driving myself crazy. ▸ little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in. ▸ i'm barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine. ▸ well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time. ▸ yes, i'm haunted but i'm feeling just fine. ▸ all my girls got their lace and their crimes. ▸ i did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have ever been on my body. ▸ i've got some regrets, i'll bury them in florida. ▸ tell me i'm despicable, say it's unforgivable. ▸ love left me like this and i don't want to exist.

#rp meme #rp starters #sentence starters #lyrics rp starters #lyrics starters #lyrics rp meme #roleplay meme #lyrics meme #taylor swift lyrics rp meme

[weebsinstash]

I keep thinking about Reader getting sick of YT's shit, physically fighting them (Totally, totally not projecting my own feelings at YT into that, whatcha talkin about? <<') and that being what leads to Miguel kicking them out of the Spider Society. Like, for the sake of this we'll say Reader made plans to meet up with the core group and properly set things straight- They've got a powerpoint ready, they've been running through a hypothetical dialogue tree all morning, they even got crayons too if someone's really not getting it. But most importantly, they've managed to scrape together proof of everything. So they rock up ready to plead their case, only to find YT already there doing the 'same'. YT somehow found out about this little meeting and decided to see if they could spin it in their' favour. At first Reader tries to explain what's really happening and that if they just look at the receipts they'd see that they're wrong, but the core group's just not having it. Peter's not having it, Gwen, Pav, fuck even Hobie, and Miguel's certainly not entertaining this anymore. They've had enough of 'their' lies and it's time they went home. At first Reader's devastated, weakly trying to tell them that they have no where to go back to, that they have no home that isn't here. But YT can't help but open their big fuckin mouth- low-key taunting them without giving anything away to the rest of the group- but YT and Reader know exactly what they're talking about. In that moment, something boils over in Reader. They can't stop themself from throwing the fattest punch at YT, and If this meeting started small it certainly won't be for long as Reader and YT's fight takes them all over. Hell, even spilling out into the rest of Nueva York. I'll spare you the rest of my ideas cause this is already getting long- But it certainly won't look good for Reader, now would it? :)c

That's the TRUE antagonist of the You vs YouTwo saga: making through this entire thing without absolutely beating the shit out of your doppelganger

It's all set up so perfectly. YT knows you're basically at your absolute breaking point and all but goads you into attacking them. YouTwo is standing there seeming like such the innocent little victim, having convinced all your closest friends that you're a fake, and you just absolutely explode

"I'll fucking kill you, you stupid fucking CUNT!!"

Punch them? They're lucky if that's all they get! The punch is essentially just to knock them down before you start trying to smack their head into the floor or straight up literally actually strangle them, and here come "your friends" to YouTwo's rescue. Pavitr's fighting style used to be a lot more cool to you before you got a solid gold bracelet cracking into the side of your head. You used to wish you could ask Gwen to teach you to be a little more graceful at gymnastics until she kicks right off of your face. You never realized how serious Hobie was when he told you he doesn't pull his punches until you're literally hitting a wall so hard it cracks underneath you because his guitar just slammed into your stomach. You never fully put two and two together on how Miguel's claws could CUT.

YouTwo may have gotten a little scuffed up but here you are, black eyes, busted lip, more than just a couple sprains and outright fractures as all of the people you considered your family, your FAMILY look at you with disgust. And suddenly you realize, with the biggest fucking pit in your stomach, that they just plan to open a portal to YouTwo's dimension and simply throw you through, completely unaware that you'll just slowly suffer and die after one of them swiped your watch during the scuffle. You'll have nothing to hold yourself together and tether you down, you'll just deteoriate and die and the thought fucking terrifies you. So you do the only thing you can think of, and you start absolutely running for your life for the Go Home Machine, because you either make it to that machine and prove you're the Real You, or you'll slowly suffer and die in another universe

The scene where Gwen gets sent home really does make the Go Home Machine look menacing. The way it can grab your arms and legs and drags you through the air kicking and screaming, holding you down at all costs, entrapping you in a bubble. You're just standing on the edge of the control deck with the gap and the machine behind you, still bleeding from wounds, and you're half wondering if Miguel is just going to kill you as he looks down at you with the coldest expression you've ever seen him make as he all but spits at you, "since you want to be the center of attention so bad, fine. Go home. Don't ever come back"

And you're being dragged back, left standing there on that platform feeling the most rage and sorrow and betrayal you've ever felt, you didn't even feel this fucking bad when your entire universe just suddenly poofed away, and all these people you thought of as your friends and family and coworkers are standing around, jeering at you, telling you you're not welcome there, some of them with your blood still on their hands.

The moment you're waiting for finally comes, the moment where the Go Home Machine finally goes to scan you, to throw you out like some anomaly, and it stops. It stops powering up as Spider Byte looks at the monitor in horror. Miguel is all but fuming as he storms over, "what are you doing?! Get them OUT OF HERE" and he freezes when he sees the same exact message Margo sees: 'NO DIMENSIONAL MATCH FOUND'.

Your vindication is finally here and you're so hurt by all of this that it honestly doesn't even matter. At this point you don't give a single fuck YouTwo stole your friends, because, they aren't your friends any more. You don't know any of these people like you thought you did, and apparently, they never really knew you either. They all get to stand there and feel bad for themselves as you stand there with your bruises and broken heart, starting to wonder where you're going to move now that you hate all of them and living in the Society is kind of traumatic now. They all try apologizing and talking to you, but you won't hear it. You're apathetic to it all, if not angered by it. NOW they want to be sorry?

They're trying to apologize, explain themselves, hug you, but you aren't having any of it. You've just got quiet tears streaming down your cheeks as you all but stumble your way back to your apartment, refusing medical treatment, refusing conversation, shutting the front door on all of them and finally crawling into your bed as a little voice inside of you says that you should hide yourself under the covers and never come back out

#yandere spiderverse #sinprompts #yandere stuff

[fullstcp]

"The Tortured Poets Department: Standard Edition" by Taylor Swift Sentence Starters

FORTNIGHT

"I was supposed to be sent away, but they forgot to come and get me."

"All of this to say, I hope you're okay."

"But what about your quiet treason?"

"And for a fortnight, there we were, forever running."

"All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February."

"I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary."

"I love you, it's ruining my life."

"Thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up."

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

"I think some things I never say."

"You're in self-sabotage mode."

"I've seen this episode and still love the show."

"Who else decodes you?"

"Who's gonna hold you like me?"

"Who's gonna know you, if not me?"

"I chose this cyclone with you."

"Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me."

"Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be."

"That's the closest I've come to my heart exploding."

"We're modern idiots."

MY BOY ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVORITE TOYS

"I should've known it was a matter of time."

"There was a litany of reasons why we could've played for keeps this time."

"I know I'm just repeating myself."

"Pull the string and I'll tell you that he/she/they run(s) because he/she/they love(s) me."

"You should've seen him/her/them when he/she/they first saw me."

"I knew too much."

"There was danger in the heat of my touch."

"He/she/they saw forever, so he/she/they smashed it up."

DOWN BAD

"Tell me I was the chosen one."

"For a moment, I knew cosmic love."

"Fuck it if I can't have him/her/them."

"I might just die, it won't make no difference."

"Fuck it if I can't have us."

"They'll say I'm nuts if I talk about the existence of you."

"I loved your hostile takeovers."

"Fuck it, I was in love."

"Fuck you if I can't have us."

SO LONG, LONDON

"I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift."

"Pulled him/her/them in tighter each time he/she/they was/were drifting away."

"My spine split from carrying us up the hill."

"How much sad did you think I had in me?"

"I didn't opt in to be your odd man out."

"I stopped CPR, after all, it's no use."

"The spirit was gone, we'd never come to."

"I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free."

"I'll find someone."

"You say I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it."

"My friends said it wasn't right to be scared every day of a love affair."

"Every breath feels like rarest air when you're not sure if he/she/they want(s) to be there."

"How long did you think I'd go before I'd self-implode?"

"You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?"

BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM

"I forget if this was ever fun."

"I just learned these people only raise you to cage you."

"I just learned these people try and save you cause they hate you."

"They slammed the door on my whole world."

"I'm not coming to my senses."

"I know he's/she's/they're crazy, but he's/she's/they're the one I want."

"Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all."

"I'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin'."

"I'll tell you something about my good name; it's mine alone to disgrace."

"I don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing."

"You ain't gotta pray for me."

"If all you want is gray for me, then it's just white noise."

"We came back when the heat died down."

FRESH OUT THE SLAMMER

"I'm running back home to you."

"Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be."

"It's gonna be alright, I did my time."

"My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it."

"No matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway."

"Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake here."

FLORIDA!!!

"You can beat the heat if you beat the charges too."

"They said I was a cheat, guess it must be true."

"This city reeks of driving myself crazy."

"Little did you know your home's really only a town you're a guest in."

"Well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time."

"Yes, I'm haunted, but I'm feeling just fine."

"No one asks any questions here."

"I did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have been on my body."

"Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable."

"It's one hell of a drug."

"Love left me like this and I don't wanna exist."

GUILTY AS SIN?

"This cage was once just fine."

"Am I allowed to cry?"

"Am I bad or mad or wise?"

"Oh, what a way to die."

"I keep recalling things we never did."

"How can I be guilty as sin?"

"There's no such thing as bad thoughts. Only your actions talk."

"We've already done it in my head, if it's make-believe."

"Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?"

"They're gonna crucify me anyway."

"What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?"

"They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly."

"I choose you and me religiously."

WHO'S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?

"You don't get to tell me about sad."

"If you wanted me dead, you should've just said."

"Nothing makes me feel more alive."

"Who's afraid of little old me? You should be."

"The scandal was contained."

"The bullet had just grazed."

"At all costs, keep your good name."

"You don't get to tell me you feel bad."

"Is it a wonder I broke?"

"So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?"

"They say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did?"

"You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me."

"I'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said?"

"I'm fearsome and I'm wretched and I'm wrong."

"You caged me and then you called me crazy."

"I am who I am cause you trained me."

I CAN FIX HIM (NO REALLY I CAN)

"I can fix him/her/them, no, really, I can."

"I could see it from a mile away."

"I'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all mine."

"Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man."

LOML

"Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames if we know the steps anyway?"

"I don't mind, it takes time."

"I thought I was better safe than starry eyed."

"I've felt a glow like this never before and never since."

"If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary."

"You and I go from one kiss to getting married."

"You told me I'm the love of your life."

"You said I'm the love of your life about a million times."

"Who's gonna tell me the truth when you blew in with the winds of fate and told me I reformed you?"

"You took me to hell too."

"You shit-talked me under the table."

"I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all."

"It was legendary. It was momentary. It was unnecessary."

"Should I let it stay buried?"

"I'll still see it until I die."

"You're the loss of my life."

I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART

"I can read your mind."

"I can show you lies."

"I'm a real tough kid. I can handle my shit."

"I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day."

"I'm so obsessed with him/her/them, but he/she/they avoid(s) me like the plague."

"I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art."

"You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart."

"I can hold my breath. I've been doing it since he/she/they left."

"I'm sure I can pass this test."

"I'm miserable and nobody even knows."

THE SMALLEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED

"Was any of it true?"

"Who the fuck was that guy?"

"They just ghosted you."

"Now you know what it feels like."

"I don't even want you back."

"I don't miss what we had."

"You didn't measure up in any measure of a man."

"Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?"

"It wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden."

"I would've died for your sins, instead, I just died inside."

"You deserve prison, but you won't get time."

"You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing."

"But you are what you did."

"I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive."

THE ALCHEMY

"This happens once every few lifetimes."

"What if I told you I'm back?"

"I haven't come around in so long, but I'm coming back so strong."

"What if I told you we're cool?"

"I'm making a comeback to where I belong."

"Ditch the clowns, get the crown."

"The sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me."

"Who are we to fight the alchemy?"

"We've been on a winning streak."

"There was no chance trying to be the greatest in the league."

CLARA BOW

"I'm not trying to exaggerate, but I think I might die if it happened to me."

"This town is fake, but you're the real thing."

"You're the new God we're worshipping."

"It's hell on earth to be heavenly."

"Them's the breaks, they don't come gently."

#rp memes #rp starters #rp prompts #rp lyric meme #lyric prompts #lyric starters #sentence starters #roleplay prompts #roleplay starters #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme) #when there was me and queue (queue)

[elgascreamslikehell]

Well. I was tagged for WIP Wednesday (actually even for Tuesday but timezone) by my precious @pirrusstuff but as long as I'm a little in hell - i share a little only today, so just imagine it's Wednesday still.

There will be disclaimer. I added too much glass but i polish it with superglue.

It's stupid and messy and somehow i like it

It's still the same story btw. I actually even have something for fuck it Friday but I'm not sure I'll be able to share cause, you know, real life is a bitch.

He hits the panel again. Still nothing. He crawled here apparently just to die. Awesome. Brilliant. Fuck. Eddie hisses. He is an idiot, hands down. Way back is blocked, this way - he tries again - also blocked. So… He sits near the wall because standing here is really uncomfortable, the ceiling is too low. Well, at least he wasn't at the basement when the last saltpeter barrels exploded, so he avoided a very fast and messy death, now he would just sit here and wait and wait and… He laughs. Really, how could he be so much stupid. From the very beginning. He has to save a child, he has to save his army squad, he has to be a good husband, good father and good son. He tried and totally failed in every single part of this. Okay. No. He saved this girl. If they try and spend time taking him out also - they would also be stuck. It worth it. Yes. He saved the day. Not that he believes that himself.  Bobby should be furious. He was so strict with his no heroism stuff just to get this. Maybe they won't… His laughter becomes a little hysterical. Even if they're still searching for him - it's in the wrong place. So no chance… Okay, and what? Man the fuck up, Diaz. You made too many mistakes already, stand up and start to fix them for fuck sake. Your son is waiting for you. And you did promise! This tunnel is somewhere a hundred years old, most probably it's one of the prohibited tunnels, it makes sense in the docks. Than this panel blocking the exit also should be quite old. Then fight, Eddie. You can't afford just sitting here! You were trained for this.  He closes his eyes and loudly exhales. Ok, he promised Evan that everything would be fine. Now he promises himself, he gets out and he talks to Buck. No matter what. They could still be friends after, right?  It's funny, when Eric said he's fine being a substitute - Eddie thought it's humiliating. But now he thinks that he would also be fine with this. If in this case they would still have Buck in their lives. And now it's not even about him, right? It's about Chris… and he should stop this. It's about him also. Fucking Buck. Fucking feelings. Fucking old door! He hits the panel again.

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#eddie diaz #buddie #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie 911 #911 fandom #911 buddie #911 fic #ryu is going to hell #ryu is writing stuff #ryu is eating glass #911 eddie

[jacky-rubou]

ten (almost eleven now) pm rambling about my fic 'the things you can't live without' because I am going insane and need to talk about a specific thing about it or I'll explode.

When Ford was dying in Stan's arms, I didn't make him visibly angry about being brought back home. Except for like a brief moment where he touches on the risk of bringing him back, but not yelling or belittling him directly for it. Even thanking Stan for letting him see him once more before giving up the ghost.

Maybe it's completely obvious to everyone else why I did that, but it was because Ford knew he was going to die and he was too weak and tired to gather the energy needed for anger. And... I think seeing how distressed Stan was while trying to save him would've actually made an actively dying Ford not want his last moments spent on dumb grudges, to not force Stan to remember the moment as one filled with anger. So his last words were his earnest attempt at keeping everything okay between them for Stan's sake, since Ford wasn't long for the world anyway. And at that moment, he really meant the words more than anything, regardless of what he would've been angry about had he not been gravely injured. regardless of any pretense.

idk, Ford doesn't seem to me like he would be so angry that he would die in Stan's arms while loudly hating him. maybe I'm silly and presumptuous, but I like to think he'd push aside his grudge in the moment of dying in that instance. just knowing the grudge wasn't worth it while facing his very real mortality, and feeling any attempts at anger wash away as he's cradled in Stan's arms and hearing his panicked words and realizing how much he was loved and deciding to genuinely reciprocate because this was his twin who loved him and every bit of anger didn't matter anymore because he's now home and seeing his twin after thirty painfully long years he didn't know he was missing him for due to bitterness.

ugh and how his final 'i love you' was broken by his death, the last word only airily whispered in the last breath... just making me insane man. this whole fic is making me insane. and it's mine so what's my excuse?

anyway, rambling done. twas nice to release the feelings I'm having about Ford while he's dying in Stan's arms in my fic.

#major character death #gravity falls #ford pines #stanford pines #stan pines #stanley pines #fic analysis #does it count if it's my fic being analyzed by myself #or does it not matter that much #anyway #rambling

[loquaciousquark]

15, 24, 30 for the Tav asks?

15. What motivates your Tav to either embrace or resist the tadpole?

She...well, she never quite embraces it, but she does lean into its power at first! While the idea of having a leech in her brain is horrifying, and she's deathly afraid of the pain of ceremorphosis, she's also extremely used to a narrow view of her own survival. She hasn't looked more than a day or two down the road in over a decade, so it's very much a "if this helps me survive this moment right now, I'll do it happily and deal with the fallout later" thing. She's also half-convinced the prism will fail and the worm will take her any moment regardless, so why not snatch up what she can get? She's going to die any moment anyway; might as well go out knowing she did everything she could to stay alive beforehand.

However, after Myrkul & the early stuff in Act 3, she suddenly starts wondering if they might be able to get rid of these things after all. If she might actually have some kind of future possible after the Absolute and Cazador and everything else. If that's really on the table, she wants to be present for it and not a dribbling husk, so she stops feeding the parasite. She does use what she's got, though, and post-game she does faintly miss exploding people with her mind.

24. What first impression does your Tav give off to strangers?

When she's just been orphaned, she's one of those big dewy-eyed tearful kids they use in those horrible fundraising Sarah McLachlan ads. That doesn't last long, however, as she learns how to avoid being noticed in the first place. If she's actually seen, she's usually just looking hunted and desperate as she tries to extricate herself.

Post-game, once she's become better at interacting with speech and honesty and open exchange of ideas rather than petty theft, I think she's much more comfortable being seen in day-to-day life and going to social events where part of the goal is to be perceived. As she and Astarion travel around the continent, I think they play games like "let's pretend to be minor royalty in this new city and see how many balls we can get invited to before they throw us out."

She was brought up well before her parents died, so she's not going to make major crass faux-pas; instead, she's friendly and conversational, but she always has a touch of distance in her eyes. An invisible wall, a little - disdain isn't quite the right word, but a little - impersonal arrogance, maybe. She's with you, but she's not one of you - she's seen things you can't dream of, and she doesn't really mind if you feel it. I think it's more pronounced the more expensive the society is, for whatever that's worth. She certainly feels more at home in the gutter, even if she'd die before going back there again.

30. What are your Tav’s intentions/goals after the end of the game?

Get Astarion his ring, first and foremost. Once that's settled, they travel everywhere they can get passage. They've both been trapped in Baldur's Gate for so long, even if their raw years are disparately dispensed, and she wants to see everything the world's been hiding from her! The Underdark, the City of Splendors, Calimshan deserts, the Moonshae Isles, Evermeet, Marsember (the City of Spices! it sounds so beautiful until they get there and it's all misty swamp and haunted bogs), Cormyr - beaches! (which they both hate because it's TOO SUNNY and TOO SANDY) - basically anywhere they can get a portal or a road to. They're not hoofing through the woods anymore if they can help it.

I do think Tav splits the money among the companions left behind (so no shares to Wyll, Karlach, or Lae'zel directly, though she takes out some accounts at the Counting House for them and starts accruing interest in their names), and she uses her connections with the Counting House & the Thieves' Guild to start building some portfolios of her own. She never wants to be in a place where she has to think about money ever again. (I think she carries letters back and forth from Wyll to his dad, & Wyll gets his dad to get her in touch with one of the city's trustworthy financiers to help her get all this started.)

Between all that they visit Lae'zel in the Astral Sea for like a week, and when they come back both of them are like, "WELL that was fun let's never do THAT again," but they do visit Karlach and Wyll in Avernus quite often! I think they bully Helsik into opening the portal for them the first several times, but they don't like being dependent on her or the location, so they steal a very hefty supply of the rare materials (esp. the infernal marble) and a copy of the exact rites, along with contact info for more supplies in future, and they repurpose one of the portals in the House of Hope to open to Gale's tower in Waterdeep. (I don't think they tell him ahead of time.)

At some point they figure out how to extend Tav's life, but that's way down the road. Also I think she starts a Thieves' Guild with the tiefling kids that's secretly an orphanage/pipeline into gainful employment.

#quark replies #springacres #tavish gale #tav meme #bless you thank you #quark plays bg3

[solmints-messyocdiary]

Tw: Animal death, suicide mention, blood, gore, torture mention, violent ideas

[Mismatched excerpts ripped off from Finley's Journal. The dates have been scribbled away with a black pen.]

It feels weird writing on a journal. Like something a teenager might do instead of a grown ass man who works from 9 to 5.

But I needed to destress and let it out on some pages after talking with my mother on the phone. I hate hearing her shrill voice on the other side of the receiver. The only thing she can do is complain and complain and complain about the same thing over and over again. I don't want to see that man either... I hate him more than her.

I can't handle her and to think I have to go and visit them on Thanksgiving and Christmas I feel like I am going to lose my damn head.

At least I can let things out and still practice my writing if needed, so that's a plus. I haven't had much time to update my book, and that's making me a bit sad. Hopefully, I'll be able to write a bit.

Might treat myself and go the diner to get some choco pancakes and a milkshake. Those will surely cheer me up.

Really want pancakes and milkshakes...

-

The longer I stay on this damn job, the more I feel like I am going to lose myself. I've been spacing out every 5 minutes whenever someone talks to me. It's hard. (Hehe)

I had to stay 2 more hours overtime, no pay for my hard work the 3rd time this week. I had to wake up earlier, too. I arrived around 8 instead of 9 because the computers were acting up at my workplace and needed me, the IT guy, to fix them.

Not to mention, the printer too... If I have to fistfight the printer again, or hear any of my coworkers complain, particularly Brandon, I am going to strangle them. I am really going to snap!!!

I wish their heads would just explode into a bloody mess. Just Carrie them off with my mind powers whenever I feel annoyed of them. They surely deserve that, particularly Brandon and my boss. Fuck those two. The world would be better if they didn't exists. We don't need red flags walking around the office... only me! Haha!

-

I promised myself to do it again, but alas, old habits die hard as the saying goes.

Went to the beach for a dip and found a baby bird on the sand. Ants surrounding its small body and biting pieces away to bring it to their lair. Lucky for me, I always have my camera with me. Never the one to miss a chance.

I guess I should be sad but that's how nature is.

Cruel.

I wonder how others would react if they saw my ant-bitten corpse...

-

Finished rewatching Scream 2 and...

Damn... Why is Mickey kinda...?

Like... you know? If I was a girl I'd be into him and have his poster hanging over my bedroom wall haha.

Still angry at Scream 2 for killing Randy, tho. He was my favorite.

Rented Carrie, Slaughter High, Graduation, Prom Night, for tonight. Felt a bit nostalgic for some reason. Getting shoved in a locker every tuesday really does something to a guy. Going to have a nice movie night with myself while I think of my high school times.

Totally good for my mental stability, yup!

-

I wonder how my old high school friends have been doing...

Do they remember me with disdain? Are they happy with their life? More successful? Managed to marry a nice gal or guy and have many kids together? A stable job and nice suburban house?

...

Fuck them.

-

Death still scares me.

I thought that if I forced myself to witness the worst of the worst. Every torture imaginable, researching hours and hours and hours of how a body decays, how long does it take for it to rot, shrink, turn into dust.

Live footages of people getting decapitated, stabbed, run over, split in half, drowned, squashed to death, gutted, burned alive, choked, flayed.

I'd grow out of it.

It's not that hard to look for stuff like that as long as you know where to find it and you're patient.

Will I ever be able to look at their loved ones in their eyes. Admit that I saw the last moments of their brother, mother, a cousin? The light leaving their eyes?

I thought I've become numb enough to just stare attentively, not blinking for a second.

People I know will die one day. Complete strangers, lives of theirs I will never know, are dying as I write this.

And yet, I remain wide awake. Imagining how it'll feel for my body to reach nothingness. The maggots feasting on my insides, eating away little by little. Gourging themselves on the bile and flesh and pus from my organs till they become fat, squirmy little bugs. Eating, mating, dying, rinse and repeat over and over and over again.

My skin itches thinking of it. Like they have already managed to crawl deep inside.

Even a death as boring and not spectacular like an illness terrifies me.

-

How long do I have left? Have I wasted my life? Is it too late for me?

When will I die...

-

I miss my friends from high school... some of them I've forgotten their names...

I sometimes think about Chelsea. No, I am always thinking about her...

If I contact her... will she ever forgive me?

It's too late to cry over spilt milk.

-

Seems I've been thinking about death a lot lately.

I went to go see a movie to try and fend of the feelings of dread and paranoia that have been seeping in me.

Stale popcorn, overpriced and oversized. Check.

Watered down soda. Check.

Badly directed horror film? Check.

Annoying and talkative patrons? Double check.

The blood effects weren't as cool compared to others, but at least the lead was hot even if she couldn't act to save her life.

-

Why am I even trying?

-

I made a blog.

I post all the pictures I've taken from dead animals and roadkill.

-

I feel numb.

-

I haven't been feeling real as of late. I even dared touch one of the spilt out guts of a cat behind an alleyway. I wanted to feel something. See if I was still here. I pushed my fingers in, feeling the slimy and sticky organs. It burned and I janked my hand away.

It felt surreal.

I can't feel my hands or face at times. Like they weren't even there to begin with.

-

I think I might go to a therapist.

-

I want to die...

#oc: finley madigan #final boy: finley madigan #my writing #my oc #final boy #wip #tw animal death #tw torture mention #tw gore #oc lore #angst

[penwieldingdreamer]

The Night Changes - The Accident

Thank you everyone for giving the teaser a chance. Now on to the real thing. Let me know what you think. My inbox is always open if you want to chat 🤗

Summary: After a night out on New Year's Eve you end up in a fatal accident. But how come you wake up in a not so stranger's bed? Somewhere that didn't make any sense as you should be dead. [ 1.1k; car accident, cursing]

Masterlist | Next Part

We′re only getting older, baby And I′ve been thinking about it lately Does it ever drive you crazy Just how fast the night changes?

The radio was still running, the soft words too quiet to be heard over the ringing in your ears.

“Life is a fickle thing.” You couldn’t remember if it was a line in a book or movie, or just one of those daily quote things but it sure as hell was true. 

One minute you were on your way home from a party, the next you were pinned behind the steering wheel of your friend's truck. The rescue team was bustling around, the three girls you had gone with already loaded into the ambulances, but you…

You were stuck, tears running down your face. “It hurts. Can't feel…my legs.” you mumbled, breaths labored but feeling warm hands on your neck.

“I know, sweets, we’ll work quickly to get you out. Just stay with me for a bit, yeah?”

Nodding was hard work, your head feeling like it would explode any minute from the pain there. And the blood running down, dripping into your eyes wasn’t helping one bit to make you see your surroundings better. The female paramedic, you guessed by the sound of her voice reaching around your neck. "It's all good, I'll just put on a brace for you. It will help a bit with the pain there."

"M-my frie…nds…"

"We took care of them, now it's your turn hun. But you gotta help us, okay." A moan tore from your throat, as the car was jostled by the firefighters. The paramedic apologized, brushing her hand over your hair as they laid the large coat over you. "Andrew will cut away a piece of the car so we'll get you out."

Her words were becoming more and more blurry as you fought to stay awake. The pain became a dull ache and you vaguely remembered reading when you die, there is no severe pain. 

You could feel her getting frantic, searching for your pulse as your breathing slowed, just like your heartbeat. Shouts rang out all around you and hands were hastily reaching for your broken body. There was a pressure on your chest and then…

Stillness. 

Calmness. 

Quietness. 

Nothingness

A moan left your lips as the beeping sounded next to your ear. You were sore, your legs feeling like they had been asleep for a while but it felt nothing like the pain back in the car - maybe the stuff they gave you was that good. Or you didn't make it with all limbs, seeing as you were pinned in your seat.

"Sorry, baby, I gotta get to the gym." A sleep roughed voice mumbled, arms circling your waist and pulling you back against a warm, broad chest.

This definitely wasn't the hospital. And that voice sent shivers down your spine, knowing it from somewhere but you couldn't pin your finger on it right now. Something definitely wasn't the way it was supposed to be. Maybe you were dreaming; but the warmth on your back felt very real. 

Maybe you really were dead and it was God's cruel joke of an afterlife, giving you something you had wanted for a very long time.

Just then the body leaned over you, soft lips pressing down gently on the corner of your mouth and yet you felt wrong. Your eyes snapping open, pushing the man away from you with a scream as you scrambled to get out of the bed. 

"Baby, are you okay? What's going on?"

Breathing harshly, you stumbled with your numb legs tangled in the sheets. Hoping to find purchase, your arms flailed but your foot slipped and then there was a crack as you fell against the nightstand, your head hitting the floor with a soft thud. It wasn't enough to seriously injure you, ending up dead a second time, but enough that whoever had been with you panicked. 

"Fuck!"

The second time you heard the beeping noise next to your ear it was steady, not annoying like an alarm. Your head was splitting open, a pounding ache in your temple.

“We’ll have to do some more tests once she wakes up. Your girlfriend hit her head pretty hard, despite I guess it’s a mild concussion, but better be safe than sorry."

"’M not his girlfriend.” you mumbled, listening in on the conversation. Your eyes open, but unfocused on the ceiling, the ache in your head making it hard to settle on one place.

“Hey, darling, I’m so glad”

“Don’t call me that, I don’t even know you.” Funnily enough you did know him, but all of this had to be a dream or maybe a cruel joke about your after life.

Glen Powell, actor and producer, best known for his role in Top Gun: Maverick  was standing next to your bed, his thumb brushing over the back of the hand he was holding. Your name rolled off his lips and you felt a flutter in your belly. It was every woman’s dream watching him act to be near him and here you were, in a dreamscape, being told you were his girlfriend. “Sweetheart, you know me, come on. You call me Dream Machine and Hot Lips, don’t you remember?”

“Mister Powell, please, let’s evaluate what’s going on. The fall and hit could have caused some temporary amnesia, her memory might be affected slightly.” The doctor tried to calm him down and somehow your heart hurt seeing him so sad.

He opened his mouth to protest, but a nurse already moved into the room, taking him out so you were alone with the middle aged man. 

“Now Miss, we’re alone. You can talk freely, is there anything you remember? About your boyfriend or what happened when you fell.”

Swallowing you turned to the doctor, anxious about what to tell him without sounding like someone to get to the crazy ward. “Glen…Mister Powell is not my boyfriend, I know him from his movie Top Gun: Maverick. I’ve seen it in theaters and let me tell you - it’s amazing. But I have no idea how I ended up in his bed. We were at a New Years party.”

“We?”

“My friends and I, there was an accident, I…I was pinned behind the wheel and my friends were taken to the hospital. There was just pain, I couldn’t feel my legs.” You saw his brows furrow even more.

“When was this party, do you remember? The date?”

Shaking your head at his question. Of course you did. It had been less than 24 hours since it happened. “We were celebrating 2023, it was December 31st in 2022.”

“Are you really sure, miss? Was it really New Year's Eve in 2022?”

Nodding your head, you saw him take a deep breath. “If that is the case I think this is more than just mere amnesia.”

@emorychase @shanimallina87 @fortheloveoffanfic @none-of-your-bullshit

Divider © by @firefly-graphics

#glen powell x reader #glen powell x reader AU! #glen powell AU! #glen powell RPF

[krawlernyannyan]

The fun part about theorycrafting is that every one in a while you get an absurd thought in your head that you know, instinctively, isn't correct, but you start connecting dots anyway because bad theories can still lead to greater truths, and once you start connecting dots you have the moment of "Wait this might actually explain a lot?"

My crack theory for the night is this: Something Unto Death didn't actually kill Robin. Robin's killer...was herself.

Points of analysis to explain myself:

If we assume Firefly and Robin were both killed by SUD, there's a key difference between how we see Firefly die and how we see Robin's body - that is, we see Robin's body. She left a corpse. Firefly exploded into dream bubble paste instantly before she even had time to hit the ground, yet Robin's body was evidently lying around long enough for Aventurine to find it and show it to two other people at different times before it finally evaporated. This theory provides a pretty straightforward answer to this question - the bodies are in different conditions because there were two different causes of death.

The location of the body is also suspect. Both times we see SUD, it's in wide open spaces, which is intuitive because it's a massive monster and it needs room to maneuver. Why, then, is Robin's body lying in the middle of a hotel room? Would SUD really cram itself into that small of a space just to kill someone? Now, there are some possible mundane answers here - SUD could've possibly just teleported a part of itself in, or Aventurine could've just moved the body from somewhere else, but neither of those really cleanly answer this question. By this theory's line of thought, where Robin died wouldn't matter, even if SUD has to find you and kill you itself, because she could theoretically take her own life in any location she saw fit.

What exactly was Robin - interastral pop superstar Robin, pride of The Family - doing alone in the middle of the primal dreamscape? Given how important she is to the optics to the Charmony Festival, you'd think she'd have a 24/7 security detail or, barring that, someone with authority like Sunday keeping an eye on her, yet she managed to sneak off into an area that is largely outside of The Family's control? What if the reason she was there was because she was deliberately trying to get out of The Family's sight so they couldn't stop her?

It's stated multiple times that death shouldn't be possible in Penacony; in the game's own terms, "It's the promise of The Family and the blessing of The Harmony." Even a Memokeeper can't circumvent that...but what about a member of The Family? What about a tuner who can channel The Harmony, and demonstrated that ability earlier in the story?

While Sunday's lines in the epilogue would point to "death" being the culprit in both cases, I'd like to raise the following counterarguments: [A] It's possible he just got bad information and naturally came to the same conclusion we did about how Robin died; [B] Likewise taking the information he's been given and mentally blocking out the possibility his own sister chose death for herself because who would ever choose to believe that if they didn't have to; [C] He knows for a fact he's talking to Sparkle from the start of that scene since he already knows Robin is dead, and could be deliberately skewing his words to keep the truth of the situation from getting out into the public.

This isn't a complete theory - I'll admit as much. If you're looking for an idea of what she did to inflict spiritual death on herself, or why she would want to do something drastic like this: I'm sorry, I don't have them. Maybe the combined stressors of celebrity life and the threat of The Family re-establishing control over her after she'd left them drove her over the edge. We are only a third of the way into the Penacony story and there is very little we can dig into about Robin, before or after her death.

However, if you think this idea is "too dark", that it's "too depressing" and they'd never actually do it: I get it. I came up with this idea and, frankly, I still don't think it's what the real answers are going to amount to. But I think it's a possibility worth some consideration, and I'd like to present one more piece of evidence to my case. This is the one that got me on this train of thought in the first place:

On Penacony, the theme of suicide and self-annihilation are pervasive and constant. You can't go two sidequests without seeing it in some shape or form: Lew Archer, throwing herself off buildings; IV, threatening to do the same; Leslie Dean, an imaginary being, ending his own existence for the betterment of the people who created him; Sparkle, symbolically killing herself over and over by making herself the victim in murder mysteries she creates; even Tizocic II, who erased her life once by wiping her own memories, then, when she got them back, chose to return to her homeworld for what could only be her own execution. There's even more examples I could list, but you get the gist. An entire planet of people, destroying themselves and the lives they've built up, all in the hopes there's something better on the other side.

I would be incredibly surprised if that theme doesn't translate itself into the main story sometime in the next two updates. Maybe it's not via Robin specifically, and there's something much worse lying under the surface in Penacony. Right now, though? We've been given a murder mystery, and murder mysteries are never straightforward when it comes to their victims. It would be very on-genre to make us think a certain Memory Zone Meme did it, right after we saw it kill someone else, only for them to pull the rug out under us.

#HSR Specposting #HSR #Honkai Star Rail #HSR Robin #tw suicide #just throwing that one in there for safety #HSR Spoilers

[deepestuniversallove]

If you cannot accept that I cannot immediately answer messages, or that I sometimes disappear for weeks on end, we cannot really be friends. Because you got to understand, I have anxiety in social situations. I have AVOIDANT personality disorder. I AVOID people, it's in the name!! I am convinced that I am inherently worthless and that my presence is a hindrance to others,and this is why I don't reply so fast and end up ghosting people. I am afraid to hurt them, and then my absence causes that fear to come true, because they take my absence to mean that I hate them, when the opposite is true. It becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. And then when they lash out at me and say they don't wanna be friends any more, all it does is lead me to the conclusion that i was right. I am WORTHLESS and a BURDEN, or else I wouldn't have been dropped like a hot potato.

Fuck humans. Fuck human relationships. The only beings who love you without prejudice will always be animals - even the most vicious dogs seem to like me and not judge me. Wild Crows flock to me. Pigeons sit on my shoulder. Rats boggle when I hold them. At least they see me as worthy. At least they don't complain about feeling "attacked" because I chose to self-isolate for a while. While humans always do.

Too many people I considered friends end up dropping me, and you still tell me I am supposed to TRUST? To open myself up for another round of hurt that will come FOR SURE? Fuck that. I'd rather be alone, and kill the last side of me that still yearns for connection with others of my species. No one cares about me, so why should I give a damn? And yet I want to love, and I want to care, and I DO. Even if it seems like I don't because I am gone for a while, I DO. I just have this expectation that even if we are apart for a while, we can still take it up where we left off, you know? I have the expectation that you won't take it as a personal attack when I don't answer for a while. I expect that you won't take my absence as hatred. In my eyes it is love - I spare you having to deal with a burden like me for a while.

The neurotypical people won't understand this at all. And the social media and being connected online 24/7 has made so many people think that you now have to ALWAYS be available. But I can't. I just can't, my personality disorder doesn't allow for that. Leave me alone, I need to be alone, having to reply immediately or you will explode in rage will make me upset.

Or maybe all I find are abusers and people who wanted to use me for my goodwill. I sent them presents. I drew them pictures, taking time i don't have out of the busy day. And what do I get in the end??

"EWW, you are too old for me, you are creepy. You are unhealthily obsessed with fictional characters!"

- YES, maybe I am, but you know WHY? BECAUSE THEY DON'T BREAK MY HEART AND STOMP IT TO THE GROUND. They are the only safe haven for someone who fails at social interactions. And they will STAY the only safe haven for as long as I get rejected over and over again. As long as I keep losing friends, they will be the only constant I have. Can you really blame me for that? All humans have to have SOMETHING to rely on in their core. And the fictional characters, as sad or unhealthy as it may be, are that thing for me. So don't go around and blame me for it or call me cringe. I would have died at age 11 if they weren't there, for I would have had NOTHING. But of course, people who have a loving family, or a normal upbringing can never understand this. They have a support system to rely on, a net to fall into. I only have a bottomless abyss with no net beneath me. If I fall, I'll die.

And you don't understand the agelessness of it all. My body may be 33, but my mind is stuck at a younger age, perpetually. I don't have a clue on how to navigate social relationships. I don't know how adults can do it. No one showed me and thus I never learned. My narcissist mother only taught me that this is a "shark eat shark"-world and I am just a small fish. Even if I have one PhD or a million, that doesn't teach you anything about relationships either. Intellectual pursuits may not make up for the emotional black hole in me. I understand why I do what I do, intellectually, but I am unable to DO something to change it.

"Then just stop being avoidant and get out there!"

- I can't. I want to,but I can't bear even the CHANCE of being rejected again. Of opening myself up only to be discarded like so much trash. Even 10+ years long relationships aren't safe, that is what I experienced. You go through so much together, sacrifice so much of yourself, only to be told "Hahaha, you are so pathetic, to think I have ever loved you." How often can this happen to you before you are entirely jaded? How many times before you say "fuck this shit, I'm out, I won't play a game i cannot win" ??

If you don't want to be my friend any more because you outgrew me, all the more power to you. Congrats, you get to be a neurotypical normie. And maybe it is good you left me behind, the perpetual burden. Go on and thrive and don't look back at me!!

But for me, all I got is myself. And the question:

Who will leave me next?

And

Is just surviving on my own really enough to live?

#AvPD #avoidant personality disorder #avoidant attachment #actually avoidant #relationships

[besidesitstoowarm]

"The End of Time part 2" thoughts

happy valentine's my bf and i ate indian takeout watching this ep and both teared up when wilf saluted the doctor. there is so much going on here

so we open on the time lords convening and one of them says "the doctor still possesses the moment" a detail i did not recall. i can't wait to get to "day of the doctor" and track the throughlines. there's a seer predicting "gallifrey falls" again i say. apparently many people in the time war just die over and over on repeat, which is rough. rassilon describes the doctor/master relationship as "enmity of ages" their impact.

the master taunts the doctor about wilf saying "your dad's still kicking up a fuss" and wilf says "well i'd be proud if i was" it hurts me. the doctor calls donna his best friend and then says "you could be so wonderful....you could be beautiful" to the master hello? girl? the master says "i don't know what i'd be without that noise" and the doctor says "wonder what i'd be without you" HELLO??? GIRL??? the doctor tells the master he's dying and the master snaps back "this body was born of death, all it can do is die" we love inevitability!

so we get THEE laugh, the one repeated on echo from the last part, and it's the moment where the master realizes the time lords planted the drumbeat in his head. that's the moment that plays in everyone's head, the realization

ten and wilf are stranded in space. ten says he's 906, meaning only like 3 years have passed as ten?? the fucking second doctor was 450, two doctors (and two had more life to live after that convo) had 450 years and ten had THREE?? damn this bitch was busy. he and wilf trade war stories. wilf says they must all seem so tiny to him and he says "i think you look like giants" then he gets all melancholy again. "sometimes i think a time lord lives too long" yeah dude i remember lazarus too. he refuses wilf's gun until he realizes the time lords are coming back and then he SNATCHES it up

star wars ass scene shooting missiles out of the sky. wilf says basically it's okay if they're about to die but please tell him. ten does not say anything and they crash to earth instead. rassilon and the other time lords come back and everyone says exposition out loud. one of the dissenters was the woman who appeared to wilf in visions last ep, she clearly recognizes the doctor and the doctor clearly recognizes her. wilf even asks at the end who she was and the doctor doesn't answer. prevailing wisdom 10 years ago was that this was the doctor's mother but i don't think i believe that. if she is anyone we've met before, it's 1000% susan. before the war he was a father and grandfather and now he is NEITHER!! but he is STILL A DOCTOR!! it's rich to me. i want to ask russell if this was supposed to be anyone in particular i'd give anything. "vale decem" plays a little when they lock eyes

anyway the master shoots rassilon w force lightning for making him this way and they all get exploded i think? they all disappear anyway, time lock restored, just the doctor lying in a broken heap on the floor. wilf is locked in the radiation room and the doctor screams and cries and throws up knowing he has to save wilf (or feels like he does). "my reward" and all that. this doesn't really feel like rose to me, i'm not sure where this attitude comes from. closest analogue i can make is eleven snapping in "a town called mercy" where he even references the master as one of the lives lost because he showed mercy. he does save wilf tho, of course. he engages in his favorite pastime of "dying of radiation poisoning" and goes on his farewell tour

martha and mickey are married which is bullshit. he sets jack up with alonso which is cute. hi sarah jane and son. he stops by donna's wedding and gives her a lottery ticket (winning) w money he borrowed from her deceased father. wilf salutes, crying, and we both choked up watching. ten says "i'll see you one more time" did russell know? did he know. i'm glad it was true at least. then rose and jackie!! it's new years 2005!! i bet you're gonna have a great year!!

ood sigma plays him out. "vale decem" in full swing, it's a banger of a track. iconic "i don't want to go" and eleven's introduction by crashing his on-fire tardis. this episode was a wreck and made no sense. it's amazing and i love it dearly. gonna try and do a specials/era retrospective in the airport tomorrow

#doctor who #besides its too rewatch #special #The End of Time

[sapphireshorelines]

Like a little warm coal in my heart burns your saying that you miss me. I miss you oh so much.

Vita Sackville-West, letter to Virginia Woolf, 28 February 1926

Her fingers had left a line of fire.

Violette Leduc, Thérèse et Isabelle

I had four dreams in a row / where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire.

Richard Siken, Unfinished Duet

David de las Heras, The Red Cloud / Leo Plaw, Burning Desire

I am scared to death of arousing physical feelings in her, because of the madness. I don’t know what effect it would have, you see: it is a fire with which I have no wish to play.

Vita Sackville-West, letter to her husband Harold Nicolson about Virginia, 17 August 1926

Understand me / when I say I burn best / when crowned / with your scent: that earth-sweat / & Old Spice I seek out each night

Ocean Vuong, Footnotes

“I admit it, my delicate, I admit it, my little burning flower.”

Violette Leduc, Thérèse et Isabelle

Christian Schloe, Portrait Of A Heart

I think of Vita at Long Barn: all fire and legs and beautiful plunging ways like a young horse.

Virginia Woolf, letter to Vita Sackville-West, 31 March 1928

I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

Casey McQuiston, Red, White and Royal Blue

I hoped to burn out, through Hella, my image of Giovanni and the reality of his touch—I hoped to drive out fire with fire.

James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room

The burning was hurting me, our limitation hurt even more.

Violette Leduc, Thérèse et Isabelle

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019)

Desire does not go out like a match, it extinguishes slowly as it burns into ash.

Philippe Besson, Lie With Me

I daresay the old fires of Sapphism are blazing for the last time.

Virginia Woolf, from her diaries, 16 June 1930

Above all, we will no longer find the thing that first pushed us toward one another that day. That singular moment. The pure urgency of it. There were circumstances—a series of coincidences and simultaneous desire. There was something in the atmosphere, something in the time and the place, that brought us together. And then everything broke—like a firework exploding on a dark night in July that spirals out in all directions, blazing brightly, dying before it touches the ground, so that no one gets burned. No one gets hurt.

Philippe Besson, Lie With Me

Francisco De Zurbarán, detail of Allegory of Charity/ Phillipe de Champaigne, detail of Saint Augustine

Then came that July Sunday afternoon when our house suddenly emptied, and we were the only ones there, and fire tore through my guts—because "fire" was the first and easiest word that came to me later that same evening when I tried to make sense of it in my diary. I'd waited and waited in my room pinioned to my bed in a trancelike state of terror and anticipation. Not a fire of passion, not a ravaging fire, but something paralyzing, like the fire of cluster bombs that suck up the oxygen around them and leave you panting because you've been kicked in the gut and a vacuum has ripped up every living lung tissue and dried your mouth, and you hope nobody speaks, because you can't talk, and you pray no one asks you to move, because your heart is clogged and beats so fast it would sooner spit out shards of glass than let anything else flow through its narrowed chambers. Fire like fear, like panic, like one more minute of this and I'll die if he doesn't knock at my door, but I'd sooner he never knock than knock now. I had learned to leave my French windows ajar, and I'd lie on my bed wearing only my bathing suit, my entire body on fire. Fire like a pleading that says, Please, please, tell me I'm wrong, tell me I've imagined all this, because it can't possibly be true for you as well, and if it's true for you too, then you're the crudest man alive.

André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

How should we like it were stars to burn / With a passion for us we could not return? / If equal affection cannot be, / Let the more loving one be me.

W. H. Auden, The More Loving One

Little Women (2019)

#burning #desire #longing #yearning #fire #vita sackville west #virginia woolf #violette leduc #Thérèse et Isabelle #richard siken #ocean vuoug #night sky with exit wounds #red white and royal blue #james baldwin #giovanni's room #lie with me #call me by your name #w h auden #auden #little women #little woman 2019 #parallels #web weaving #**

[goroaix]

〘 Ten might not have been able to stand the texture of most fruits but he was willing to swallow down his pride sometimes. 〙

Ten x gn reader

Anyone that knew Ten was well aware of his distaste for fresh fruit. He hated the texture, the act of biting into something and he especially hated how sometimes juice would explode in his mouth and drizzle down his chin when he wasn't quick enough to swallow. People that knew Ten also knew that he would rather have chewed his own cheek raw and gotten scurvy before eating some.

However, they were not someone who was intimate familiar with Ten and so, did not know the extent of his dislike. The first time they had offered him a slice of strawberry he had to hide his grimace and politely decline. The slimy texture was too much for him to try and stomach and he was grateful that they didn't seem offended or annoyed, simply shrugging and putting it in their mouth instead.

It was then that Ten found that he might not have liked eating fruits himself, but he really did love seeing the juice coat their lips.

Honestly, it was funny how they'd met. They were an acquaintance of Jungwoo's, someone that Ten has watched as they'd entered out of sheer curiosity and faint attraction. They were attractive with soft and harsher features that seemed to blend together perfectly to create the picture of beauty. Ten had almost felt his cool demeanour slip when they'd met his eyes and smiled at him for the first time.

And that attraction hadn't dissolved in the least, not over the hours that they had spent together in the group while playing laser tag, and not in the little while after while they made idle chatter.

And now, here he was, with their pretty eyes and delicate lashes staring directly into his soul. "What sort of thing would you like to eat?" They asked and Ten smiled coyly.

"How about you?" he replied and laughed when they rolled their eyes teasingly, lightly shoving at him. "Hmm, I'm feeling something sweet."

"Ice cream?"

He nodded; ice cream sounded like exactly what he wanted.

"I think I'll get some watermelon bingsu." Shame, Ten thought, now I can't steal some of theirs.

The wait for the food wasn't too long and Ten didn't mind either way. It gave him more time to focus on them and how he wanted to burn every little detail into his memory. He found it a little crazy just how quickly he had grown to like them, though it wasn't a surprise to many people who knew him.

'I knew you would like them,' Jungwoo had said with his smile suspiciously sly, 'that's why I invited them. Actually, you know, Hyung, when was the last time you had a special someo-'

He hadn't finished his sentence because Ten's glare had made him shut his mouth on the spot, though it didn't deter him from his grin afterwards.

Nonetheless, he supposed he did owe the younger man one for introducing them.

"Ohh, I should really order a drink too but I don't think I can finish it. Do you want to share? We can get two straws." Internally, Ten was screaming and crying but externally he was nodding and eager to please.

"What about a chocolate milkshake?"

"You sure you can handle dairy on dairy? You might be bloated after." He felt unnaturally happy that they cared so much and he urged his smile to die down a little.

"I'll be fine," he reassured and they nodded, ordering a milkshake for them both while his heart seemed to ring in his ears.

Their food came out soon after and Ten was digging in, humming at the delicious salted caramel. He stole glances at them while in conversation, his cheeks aching from his constant smiling as they talked about a variety of things from their hobbies to their likes and dislikes.

"Oh, this is so good. It's really refreshing, here."

Suddenly, Ten felt a little dizzy as he watched them place a watermelon piece on top of the shaved ice. He almost told them no but they looked so eager for him to try that he couldn't say no (wouldn't say no).

So he opened his mouth and shut it when the spoon touched his tongue. He had been expecting the watermelon to be horrible and mushy, to make him cringe so hard he looked pathetic in front of them, but... That never came.

It was crunchy and it was sweet, melting in his mouth moments later and he was pleasantly surprised at the flavour.

"You like it?" They asked and he found himself nodding. Yes, he did. "More?"

And he nodded again, opening his mouth with his eyes locking onto theirs. Perhaps fruits weren't all that bad after all.

#ten x reader #wayv x reader #nct x reader #nct imagines #wayv imagines #ten imagines #ten fluff #ten scenarios #wayv fluff #wayv scenarios #ten fanfic #nct fanfic #wayv fanfic

[arcsparkasriel]

Vtubertale Synopsis

Howdy! I'm Asriel Dreemurr. Prince of the Underground and Ambassador of the Monsters to the Humans. In my spare time, I'm a Twitch Streamer and an online tech worker.

Maybe you came here because you've heard of my Vtuber name: Arc Spark. I got that name in my welding class. I went to scratch my forehead when I had a hot piece of metal in my hand and burned the fur on my forehead. I smelled funky for a week.

So you've heard of the Undertale have you? The tale of my brother, or sister Frisk (depending on the universe) coming to the Underground to save or destroy Monsterkind? Along with either my help or interference. Yeah, as the Former Angel of Hyperdeath, I still retain most of my knowledge from my Angel form regarding the surrounding Multiverse of realities and universes. I even briefly communicated with a few of my alternate selves.

I bet though you haven't heard it told the way I'm gonna tell you. In this universe there are a lot of things different but still generally the same as to what you have heard.

Well, you probably know it already but I suppose it can't hurt to recount it a little:

Long ago, two races ruled over the Earth. Humans and Monsters.

For a long time, the two races were on friendly terms. Perhaps a little ignorant of one another but peace was widespread and commonplace.

Then mankind learned of Monsterkind's ability to absorb human souls to become even more powerful.

Monsters were instinctively good and peaceful and would never even fathom stealing a human soul. Unfortunately, this was not good enough for humans.

Fear and Suspicion began to reign through the human kingdoms after word had spread.

One day, a war broke out between the two races. But one could hardly call it a war. It was a massacre.

After a long battle, the humans were victorious.

My father Asgore rose up to take his father's place as King. Mom was probably there too, but she doesn't like talking about that time.

They sealed the Monsters underground with a magic spell.

Many centuries later...I was born.

I was shy and lonely for the longest time. I didn't have any friends. The Castle wasn't really a place for making friends. I think I remember seeing Undyne in the Castle as a kid. The only one who would talk to me was Muffet. The little spider girl whose family resided just outside the castle walls.

And then, one day when I was exploring around the flowers, I found someone had fallen into the Ruins.

...Her.

Look...

You already know the tale of my former sibling Chara. I won't bore you with the painful details and I'm not really in the mood to rehash them. The information is out there already in the "game" Mr. Toby Fox made and it's similar enough to what happened to me. So I'll fast forward.

After the "plan" failed and Chara and I were killed by the humans, the former Head Royal Scientist W.D. Gaster secretly gathered my dust and what remained of my soul. He desperately wanted to help Dad and Mom by finding a way to bring me back. And subsequently, find a way to break the barrier.

I'm still fuzzy on the details as to what he did exactly, but he created the DT Extractor and many other marvelous inventions to help us. To this day I think Alphys is still studying what he left behind. I don't think she remembers him though. Having your existence explode in a lab accident across reality tends to do that.

Dad wasn't thinking that day and made a really bad mistake. He declared war on humanity and still pays for it to this day. Every man, woman, or child that fell into the Underground would die. And they would have their souls extracted.

Honestly? I don't hate him for it. I can't. How can I? I've done just as much if not even more unpleasant things than he has done.

When Mom left for the Ruins, intending to leave Dad forever, she found she was pregnant with one more child.

A year later, in the silence of our old house, my youngest brother Ralsei was born. Mom tells me he was born with Albinism. A lack of melanin in the body apparently. Pure white fur even whiter than our own, pure white skin. His eyes especially were hit hard. Pink like Hibiscus Flowers. Made him severely nearsighted.

When he was old enough, Mom had him start wearing glasses she made from some crystal that grew in the cave walls. I think I saw some guy in an anime do that. Dr Stone, I think?

I remember seeing Ralsei as...that flower. And I remember feeling jealousy and hate, but maybe a piece of me left over kept that flower from acting on it.

Mom kept an eye on him at all times and taught him everything she knew about cooking, baking, public speaking, botany, art and even healing.

Mom tells me he was a very lonely child like I was, maybe even a little more so. Mom and he probably developed a few mental illnesses being alone down there. Lately, they've been going to see professional help to talk about that time. It hasn't been pretty but the five of us are helping them get through it.

Ralsei developed an affinity for healing magic and herbal remedies. He loved science and medical topics. One time when a Froggit hurt its leg, he took it in and helped it heal back to normal.

When Frisk came along...you know the drill. The Flower greeted him with that tired psychopath routine you've seen a million times in playthroughs of the game Mr. Fox made about our lives.

"Kill or Be Killed" and all of that stupid junk that Flower was spouting. I sure hate myself for that time. Everything I did was seared into my brain forever. I can't get rid of the memories and I often have vivid nightmares about that time without my soul.

Both Mom and Ralsei were there to greet him with open arms. They were very clingy with Frisk after having dealt with losing six other human children. Ralsei especially took to Frisk even more so than the other human children. They hit it off really well.

The Flower sure didn't like seeing how well their bond was developing.

When Frisk finally decided to leave, Ralsei snuck out after him. I don't know why the flower didn't try to hurt him.

Mom obviously noticed his disappearance, but Frisk and I were a lot faster than them.

Frisk and Ralsei helped me fill in the gaps of details of his journey cause I wasn't there the whole time. I don't think the flower was omniscient. Not to my knowledge anyway.

Flash Forward again. Frisk and Ralsei meet those Smily Trashbags, Monster Kid, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, Catti, and Bratty. Frisk helps everyone and then finally met my father with Ralsei and Mom not far behind.

When Dad met Ralsei for the first time, he just couldn't bring himself to fight anymore. Mom was there to step in and the gang as you know them popped in one after another.

The Flower couldn't take it anymore. So he snuck into the basement where Dad was holding the human souls. Then he ruined the reunion.

But after Frisk befriended every monster in the Underground, listened to them, helping them with their problems, everyone sensed their new friend was in danger.

Then...I was suddenly back. But not entirely there. Frisk had to smack sense back into me while I was raging out in Angel of Hyperdeath mode. Suddenly, I could feel emotions again. I could love again. I'll never be able to fully thank him for saving me.

Frisk took it upon himself to break off a piece of his own soul and ask the other six human souls for small pieces of theirs to replace the lost pieces of my soul. It worked all right. Maybe a little too good.

Maybe I'll post the details of my reunion with everyone soon, but it's still a little private. But I can tell you meeting my new brothers Frisk and Ralsei for the first time was...amazing.

Frisk helped reintroduce us to the Surface and to mankind. Apparently, the Surface country was now called England. Frisk, Mom, and Dad got the cushy government jobs of becoming ambassadors of the monsters. We all settled in the city closest to Mt. Ebott, which was also named Ebott City.

As it turns out, having a rainbow soul filled with several different human souls made me and all of monster-kind immortal. Frisk through his connection to me got the perk too. The only problem was, only after three weeks of being on the surface, I had a really big growth spurt.

And I grew into the teenage beefcake you see before you now. With those strange black markings from my Angel form still plastered all over my body.

Because of Frisk's position, everyone got really good houses or apartments in the city. We in particular were given an entire apartment building all to ourselves with an eight-room apartment that stretched two floors. It was three times the size of our old house. Local police kept an eye on our building for us and the government kept tabs on us to make sure we were safe. And probably to make sure we didn't cause any trouble.

Not long after, we found a little monster girl hanging outside our house. As it turns out she was left behind while we were making the transition to the surface. She had heard about Frisk and was asking around town where we lived. Her name was Susie.

A purple little dino monster with long dark brown hair, frightening strength, and muscles to boot.

She had been an orphan for a long time. Apparently, her parents were one of Alphys' first failed Determination experiments. They didn't even get a chance to turn into Amalgamates like the others.

Because Mom can't say no to children, I now have a new sister. She took to Frisk and Ralsei unusually well and they became something of a team. But Frisk and I are still really close. Even after my little growth spurt.

So with me, we are now a six-person family living in a two-story apartment. At least it's never boring.

Along with school, I had to find some way to make sense of my days and the complications of my past life, so I found a way to contribute. Remote tech support, a few online odd jobs, and some modeling.

No, I'm not kidding. Miss Muffet is giving me a few jobs here and there as a Male Monster Model. I do a bit of everything. Cologne, Underwear, fast food commercials, etc. So, ladies, you may be seeing me with my shirt off sometime in the near future. I have a VERY good profile.

And the thing you came here for...

Becoming a Vtuber.

I figured entertaining the masses might be fun. Doing what I want but also providing some levity for all you humans and monsters out there.

I'll be posting more specific details of my story and how things played out in the future. As well as individual stories of how everyone is doing these days. Maybe I'll even post a few pictures here and there.

But until then, come and check me out on Twitch and give me a follow! I'd hugely appreciate it!

I also have an Instagram, a Twitter, and obviously a Tumblr here! Come on in and say hi!

#undertale #undertale au #ut au #english vtuber #vtuber #asriel #asriel dreemurr #post pacifist #furry #twitch streamer #streamer #roleplay #twitch #vtuber en #Youtube