#i feel no sympathy for these people. i feel no sadness for them. i feel no pity. i feel anger only. and you should too.

[unicyclingdogs]

hey guys just got back from queering my favorite character into oblivion— what’d i miss??

all jokes aside, this blog is a safe space for queer people and intolerance will not be tolerated here‼️‼️

#linked universe #lu fanart #lu wild #its so crazy to me that people thought they could be so bigoted out on the open on TUMBLR of all places; those ppl are out of their minds #also the fact that they though loz was full of ‘conservative christian values’ like what are they talking about 💀💀💀 #and while its only a small part of the fandom the fact that it existed at all is so sad to me #like how are you gonna take these games and characters and just use it as a platform to spread your hate??? #but that being said outside of those ppl I consider this fandom to be great and full of amazing writers and artists #im proud to be in this fandom and I will not let these ppl taint it for me #so even though this situation is awful it definitely makes me appreciate the fact that the majority of ppl here are queer or allies #in conclusion #feel free to troll that server if you so desire bc I have no sympathy for them #like the fact that they said queer ppl are ‘predatory’ is so disgusting #that mindset gets ppl hate crimed so I don’t feel bad that ppl are trolling their server #ok ok I’ll stop here im getting myself upset but man some ppl suck #also art tag wait #uni art :)

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

Calisto Yew was so cool, honestly. Wish they'd bring her back

#me and my constant melody of 'they should bring this underrated amazing female character back' #everyone's always going on about simon keyes this & simon keyes that like. you all really saw a twink in makeup and lost sight of all else #huh #shih na did it so much better. she was the moment and she was soooo cool. she literally used aa fans' predisposed sympathy towards sad #sister characters against them. gave a performance so convincing she tricked a top prosecutor and detective into working with her for YEARS #turned around and got close enough to a top interpol agent again for YEARS without any of them catching on #and all without using the soft docile saccharine persona most the other deceptive characters use #she was so brilliant and poised and clever i miss her so much #i know they probably executed her but i feel like she could be one of those people who get taken in by the govt and used in their own #secret services and shit. she's good enough for it. also she was so? complex? like she was EXTREMELY good at keeping her personal feelings #out of her professional work but she didnt have that malice or hostility that a lot of these types do. she calls lang an idiot but that #mockery is just who she is. she does that for everyone. it's not personal. and there are times when you can tell that she did like the #people she was with. she admits as much with lang yet she always maintained her distance. because she's a professional. she's just so. #she was brilliant truly. what an amazing woman #i miss her so dearly #calisto yew #shih-na #ace attorney #ace attorney investigations

[cruelsister-moved2]

i just honestly just hope those people on the submarine were dead all along like the handwringing is tedious & that amount of money and resources should never have been devoted to going down there & shouldn’t be devoted to saving them either but i just cant think of anything worse than being trapped in there for days & days waiting to die literally horrifying and unthinkable i hope they died instantly

#i dont like to moralise death bc i think its tempting and unhealthy to see death as a divine punishment or whatever #when most of the time people whose death would relieve suffering are the ones who die the least #but also insane to be trying to exact sympathy for everyone for the deaths of privileged strangers #like their families can be sad they died. the public doesnt owe them grief #somethign so unsettling about the people who like demand that everyone around them feels #bad about it....weirdddd #like how many migrant workers and refugees died this week #do you feel grief for them too? #this illusion that you grieve for everyone is so stupid you cant just feel bad for ppl who had the most exciting deaths

[coquelicoq]

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#no idea how to write a sympathy card to someone who wasn't on speaking terms with their relative when they died #sympathy cards are always difficult but especially when you're not sure if they're sad or not? #she was sad while he was alive about not being on speaking terms with him but it was her decision #idk she's probably sad but maybe conflicted about it? i have no idea #and this person was also my relative and i also wasn't on speaking terms with him but we were never close anyway #what if she's actually super sad and me implying anything otherwise would be really offensive? #the major downside of cards is that you can't adjust your message to the signals you're getting from the person during the course of #a conversation #i know the most important thing is sending a card at all but i also like to not project on people and not accidentally make them feel #invalidated #apparently i can set this post so no one can reblog it but idk this still feels like tag thoughts rather than post thoughts

[illputdownmyrootswhenimdead]

no body part is evil btw

#blocking terfs and so many of them are convinced that penises are evil and bad #if you feel that way you need therapy and i mean that. it isn’t normal to think a body part that half the people on the planet have is evil #if that belief is from trauma you need to handle it. #trust me! i have also had fears like that due to trauma! but those are things that therapy can help with #you shouldn’t normalize it and act like that’s a fine basis for your belief system because it’s so fucking unhealthy and unhelpful #having a penis doesn’t make you evil having a vagina doesn’t make you good you people are so weird #dove talks #generally the level of fear a lot of terfs (and radfems in general) just live with that they think is just normal is really sad #yes misogyny is something to be scared of. yes you can be scared of bad things happening to you because you're a woman. #but turning those fears into a deep-seated paranoia to the point you cant interact with men at all? #to the point you think everyone with a penis wants to harm you? to the point that you think all men are evil? #thats not healthy or something to normalize or encourage #ive seen some of the people really far down the radfem rabbit hole who believe in the idea of female separatism #actually say you should be scared of male children. *children* #not even teenagers. we're talking younger than 5 years old. #ive seen several people who believe in that say that even as toddlers. boys are dangerous to girls and they should be separated. #how can you think thats a normal thing to believe??? #if youre so afraid of men (or those you see as men) that youre scared of male toddlers you need help full stop #also that can lead into very unsavory territory like not having sympathy for young boys who get sexually abused #ive SEEN people say that its not bad if a male child gets sexually abused because all males are violent and want sex always #i dont say this lightly but thats fucking insane logic. youre unwell if you think that. sorry #sorry for posting so many text posts with long rambling tags i have so many thoughts and opinions

[milo-is-rambling]

Oh okay I've now realized that my last group of friends has completely fucked my ability to form new close relationships or find myself worthy of interacting with people I perceive to be better than me (aka all people)

#just sitting here like :| #i know that feeling of like every time you lose someone in your life a part of you goes with them but I didn't realize how bad it was until #i got into a situation where I tried to make new friends and then it's just my brain wondering when they're gonna turn on me and I'll be #hated by a new group of people and I keep trying so hard to patch things up and make new friends and it's just like every time no one wants #to talk about anything that went wrong they simply want to leave without explanation or sympathy #i feel like I've been alone so long that I forgot how to be a person around other people #I'm wearing my person suit and just keep repeating 'be yourself' but I didn't fucking know who I am when I'm not completely alone drowning #out my thoughts with as much Pinterest music and stupid tv I can handle at once #like ugh I just wish I hadn't fucked everything up so bad with my last few groups of friends #i just want to feel like myself again and everytime i just barely start to feel like myself I find new friends and as I adapt to them they #leave and I'm alone again and I have to find who I really am all over again #why do I change for other people? i don't even realize I'm doing it until it's too late #ughhhhhhh #i am just exhausted #and my head hurts and I feel gross and tired and I want to cry and today is 75 days since my dad died and I've been thinking about him a lot #and I'm just so fucking exhausted and sad and emotional and I just want someone to fucking like and for me to believe them

[yangus]

i really did just enjoy fandaniel better without a tragic backstory. there was simply no need for it. its so tired and dull i dont give a fuck what your tragic backstory is that makes you cry yourself to sleep at night. i just want you unhinged for no reason

#vain.txt #he was so funny in shb i miss it. i miss it badly #you know how Tired i am of sad villains that try to make me feel sympathy #its not as though this cant be done Well #i just think its funnier when you forgo this and just #fucking make them off the shits insane for no reason #PEOPLE HATED IT. SAID IT WAS CONTRIVED AND BAD #YOURE WEAK! I DONT WANT TRAGIC BACKSTORY

[transprince]

Man i have low empathy

#or maybr low sympathy? #one a the two bitches #i care about people #i want people to be happy or okay or whatever #if someone is sad i want to help them #but its noy usually because i feel sad with them? #i just want them to feel better as principle? #because i care #not because its also making me sad i think

[yeslordmyking]

❤️‍🩹

For all the loved ones of Moonbin

#I'm so sorry truly #I'm in a point in my life where I'm trying not to let people mean anything to me anymore but... that hurts idc who you are #brought back a lot of the feelings i went through before with someone i stan. that sick feeling... it doesn't fully go away #if anyone needs to hear words of sympathy i figured I'd break my fangirl silence and give them #it's not your fault. there's nothing you could have done. a fan's disadvantage. but it's ok to be affected by it #just don't choke it down like i did so it doesn't resurface worse than before like i did. talk to each other #talk to someone that doesn't know him or understand stan culture if you have to. if it even helps a tiny bit it's worth it #as much as I'm trying to stifle love rn i still know it's not good for man to be alone. we're supposed to help each other #I'll stop saying things now because I'm too negative to be of anymore help. just... very sorry you have to feel this now #prayers for moonbin and his family and members. couldn't tell you a thing about him but I'll miss him in a way. #it's just sad. it's just human empathy #yeah. bye💔

[mayra-quijotescx]

Come to think of it, this is about the time ten years ago that everything finally clicked together in my head, I went to have a liedown on the ground about it, and when I got back up I was nonbinary

It is really freeing to find out after a long time spent trying and failing to be something that you can just. not be that thing. You can just be you.

#tdov 2023 #the cage didn't fit so I simply chewed through the bars #and the people who want us put back in are just mad bc they made their own cages so small and they hate seeing people opt out of them #transphobes are really incapable of imagining gender as anything but a punishment and it's really sad #I'd feel more sympathy for them if they weren't actively revolving their whole lives around trying to kill us about it though #ah well. anyway.

[theghostofashton]

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#sometimes i wonder how things would've been different if mercedes had been the main character instead of rachel #and not even bc i'm not a fan of rachel i just feel like narratively considering both of their characters.....mercedes works much better #the concept they were going for w rachel fell apart after like s1 bc they started trying really hard to make the audience feel bad for her #she'd make a poor decision but it wasn't allowed to just exist as a poor decision the writers would do the most to make her seem justified #the narrative would always prioritize her and try to justify every single thing she did which created a lot of problems #and the concept of rachel's character as this driven and ambitious person with big dreams who will stop at nothing to make them happen #is such a compelling idea and would've worked so well if she wasn't the main character if she was doing things people were horrified by #but always in the name of self preservation and making her dreams come true she would do anything to make that happen #that's interesting and that has a lot of potential #mercedes was never like that mercedes at her core is someone who will be supportive and kind and warm to everyone #she's always believed success for her doesn't need to come at the cost of someone else #she's friends with most of the characters early on and she's very easy to root for #the writers honestly wouldn't have had to do much to convince people because her characterization supports being a main so well #the reason this gets me is bc w rachel it's like they wanted to have their cake and eat it too wanted her to be cutthroat and ambitious #but also humanize every single decision and lather on audience sympathy for everything #that....doesn't work w the concept of her character it's like they tried to have the best of both and they contradict each other #god just......this is one of those things that makes me so sad lol mercedes as a main character would've fixed so many problems #ik it was 2009 and the world would not have received it well but in a perfect world she would've been legendary #and i'm so sad it didn't happen

[pierregazly]

are you warm enough? ꨄ oscar piastri

oscar piastri x reader

warnings: reader has the flu, sad!reader over being sick [945 words]

request: Could I ask for a 💗 with Oscar and "Are you warm enough?" prompt?

note: oscar is def the type to take care of a sick partner?? i dont make the rules but it's true! this is part of my 1.5k celebration! feel free to request away!!

It was inevitable it was going to hit you. It had struck through your entire workplace, through all your study groups. One by one, person by person, they were taken down. By a measly thing like the flu. You knew it was going to take you out, and you were going to hate every second of it.

Selfishly, you were hoping it would strike you the week Oscar was gone, not wanting to waste any of the short time that you did have with him by being confined to bed with a sickness that wouldn’t go away. Unluckily, just hours before his plane was scheduled to touchdown in Melbourne, you felt the tickle begin to climb in the back of your throat.

By the time Oscar’s bags were tossed through the front door of your apartment, you were curled up on the couch, a heated blanket over you while a half-empty cup of tea remained on the coffee table in front of you. Your head was pounding, your nose was stuffed, your stomach was aching. You couldn’t keep any food down, and it felt like the apartment had hit negative temperatures in the few hours between waking up with a scratchy throat, and Oscar coming through the door.

“Honey, I’m home,” he singsonged, walking around the corner and stopping dead in his tracks when he observed your state.

You had told him about all the people who were getting sick at work, at school, about how you had been diligent about making sure you were washing your hands and keeping away from them. How you had told him how you didn’t want to ruin the little time the two of you were finally going to be able to spend together, so you were being extra careful.

Oscar felt the sympathy wash over him as he observed you peak out from underneath the blanket, a look of sadness etched around your face.

“Osc… you shouldn’t come close to me. I don’t want to get you sick, too,” you said.

Ignoring your words, Oscar moved closer to the couch before sitting down beside your sock-covered feet. He gently maneuvered them so they were placed over your lap, rubbing soothing circles on your now-exposed ankle.

“I’ll suffer if I have to. Can’t make you take care of yourself when you look like you might freeze to death if I even move this blanket.”

Just from the blanket simply touching his leg, he could feel the heat emitting off of it, the number ‘6’ displayed on the power screen, indicating it was at the highest level the blanket could reach. 

“Do you want me to make you another tea? Maybe go pick up some soup? I can give my mum a call, see if she can make any and drop it off? Does that sound good?”

Your only response was a nod of your head at every question he threw at you, you weren’t one to ask for help when you were sick, always able to simply take care of yourself. But the idea of getting off the couch, moving from the warmth of the blanket to go and make yourself a tea, or dig through the cupboards to find a can of soup… it just didn’t sound worth it, at all.

“I don’t want to bug your mum, if you pass me my phone I’ll just order some soup here. I can get you something too, real food. But you may not want to eat near me, I haven’t really been able to keep anything down either,” the sniffles after every few words had Oscar grimacing.

“Oh hush, mum always has leftover soup. Someone’s always sick around there, she’d be more than happy to drop it off. Let me go make you a cup of tea, and I’ll be right back.”

It didn’t take him long to tinker around the kitchen, throwing your favourite teabag into the mug and heating up the kettle; texting his mum in the process to inquire about any recent soups she may have made. Unsurprisingly, dad had been sick just days before, excess of his favourite soup in a Tupperware container in the freezer. Nicole had promised to get it thawed up and dropped off before sunset, a message of ‘get well soon, honey’ likely to be written in black ink on the lid.

Holding the warm cup of tea in front of your face, he gestured for you to sit up, a groan emitting from your body as you did so. Gently placing the cup into your hands, he sat down next to you, a small frown marring his face.

“Are you warm enough, baby? I can go pull down a few more blankets from the cupboards? Or turn the heating up?”

Shaking your head, you placed the mug down on the coffee table in front of you, before snuggling up into his side. 

“Can you just hold me? You’re always so warm, and I just want to be snuggled up with you, right now,” you said.

The arm that was pressed between your two bodies moved out of the grasp, wrapping an arm tightly around your shoulders before pulling you in closer to his body. 

“I’ll hold you whenever you want me to, even if you’re going to have to be the one to explain to the team why I have the flu next week.”

The only response you gave him was a shrug of your shoulders. You had already grappled with the fact you were probably going to get him sick, if you had to explain to the team why one of their prized driver’s was now sick… then so be it.

y'all... i didnt realize how popular oscar was until this celebration i have SO many requests for him lol. i hope everyone loves this, and as always, thank you for celebrating with me!!

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #f1 x reader #f1 x you #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 one shot #formula 1 blurb #oscar piastri blurb #blurb #writing #fluff #pierregazly's 1.5k celebration

[mediumgayitalian]

“Come here, you dweeb. Let me fix it.”

Will pouts, dragging his feet over and slumping half on top of him. Nico allows it with a smile and a roll of his eyes, pinching Will’s shoulder. He doesn’t react except for a wounded noise, muffled in Nico’s lap, so the situation is evidently quite dire.

“It’s just hair, Will.”

“But I worked on it!” He shifts around until he’s got his head in Nico’s lap, face turned towards him, body curled up on the grass around him. Nico brushes his tangled bangs off his forehead, meeting his big sad eyes. “I spent forty minutes with a stupid brush! And yet!”

“And yet,” Nico agrees, unable to appropriately school is face into one of somber understanding. Will scowls at him for his lack of proper sympathy, a little bit of genuine hurt in his eyes, so Nico leans down and kisses right between his brows in apology. He seems mollified, if only slightly, or at least he leans into Nico’s touch and stops mumbling quite so much.

“‘S’not fair.”

“Mhm.“

“Your hair listens to your instructions.”

“Yep.”

“Even Cecil’s hair listens to him, and no one listens to Cecil.”

Nico purses his lips thoughtfully. “I think Austin listens to Cecil.”

“Yes, I know. It’s an ongoing issue. I’m trying to train him out of it.”

“And how’s that going?” Nico murmurs, curling a strand of golden blond hair around his finger.

“Oh, well, I’m doing my best, so of course it’s going horribly.”

Nico snorts. He resists the urge to hold his palms to Will’s cheeks and kiss every single freckle at light speed, because he will screech something about how Nico is one-upping him in the romance department or something stupid like that. Instead he settles for looking at his dumb dramatic boyfriend’s face and marvelling over the fact that the cutest boy in the entire world, and Nico is being totally objective, hunts around camp until he finds whatever tree Nico is hiding under and curls up into a ball around him and trusts Nico to hold him while he complains about stupid things that genuinely hurt his feelings a little. It’s nice. So many people at camp are still so rigid around him, like he’s collecting information for their judgement day or something. Will prefers to exercise his lesser-known Apollonian talent of being a bigger drama queen than the god himself.

“Stay still,” Nico says softly, moving Will around so he’s laying perpendicular to Nico, now, head centered in his lap and staring up at the sky. Will sighs and squirms a little and turns his head to press a kiss to Nico’s knee, scrunching up his face and releasing it, and then settles in the position.

Humming something soft that exists on the fringes of his foggy memories, he sinks his hands into Will’s hair.

“It’s not that bad,” he promises, moving slowly and pausing whenever he comes across a knot.

Will harrumphs.

“I mean it, Marilyn Monroe. You can tone down the histrionics.”

“I used gel.”

Nico flicks a dried clump of it onto Will’s forehead, amused. “I can see that.”

“I followed every single one of Mitchell’s instructions!”

“I bet.”

“And yet!”

“And, yet.”

Nico has a sneaking suspicion that someone made a comment about Will’s hair, in the last few weeks. He can never confirm it and Will has been shifty about it every time he asks, but Nico has noticed the uptick in hoods and hats the past month and his little flinches every time Nico reaches up and tugs on it. Despite being oddly confident about the oddest things — why he is so proud of being able to fit his fist in his mouth, Nico will never know — Will is very sensitive to how people think of him. He needs to know he’s liked, and when people don’t like him, he gets…desperate, pleasing. The opposite of Nico, who becomes worse in an attempt to push them away on his own terms.

Nico leans down and presses a long, lingering kiss to his forehead.

“I like your hair, you know.”

“It’s a stupid mess.”

He smooths down a handful of it, pressing it over Will’s eye. He manages to keep a straight face for one, two, three seconds before he huffs a laugh, batting Nico’s hands away. Nico grins.

“I like the stupid mess.”

“Yeah, well, you like a lot of weird things.”

“Like you?” Nico suggests, pressing another kiss to the tip of his rounded nose.

“Shut up.”

Another strange thing about him, that Nico has to duck his head to hide his automatic smile: he gets embarrassed easily.

Nico never expected it of him, with all the dorky, medical-themed pickup lines and general shamelessness in his affection towards everybody on Earth, but especially Nico. When the poking, prodding attraction is turned on him, however, he shuts down like an overloaded Playstation. Nico can sometimes see the error messages playing behind its eyes. It’s hilarious.

“Will.” He pokes him in the cheek. “Hey.”

“What,” Will grumbles.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

Watching the slow spread of red from below the collar of his shirt to the roots of his hair is a delight. Nico watches in glee, wrestling Will’s hands away when he tries to slap them over his face.

“Shut up! Leave me alone! Go — flirt with somebody else!”

“You’d curse them to speak in rhymes for ten years,” Nico teases.

Will makes an agonised noise. “Who! Asked you! Shut up!”

“You’d sic Kayla on anyone who so much as winks at me, you jealous bitch.”

“I would not!”

“You would so. You rolled your eyes at everything Percy said for three weeks when you found out I used to crush on him —”

“I did not!”

“— and you didn’t even have the balls to ask me out, back then.”

“You are a — peddler of falsehoods! A prevaricator, a perjurer, and a fabulist!”

“And you sound like you swallowed a thesaurus,” Nico snickers. He catches the hand Will flails at him, pressing a kiss to the wrist, which only serves to fluster him more. He decides to take mercy when the kisses he trails down his arms result in one loud, long, tortured screech, pulling back and giving him some space.

Notably, he doesn’t move from Nico’s lap.

“I like it,” Nico admits, once Will has calmed down some. “I like that you’ve liked me for so long.”

Will peeks through the fingers he has covering his eyes. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Yes.” Nico squeezes his shoulders. “And endearing, which seems to be your sweet spot.” He presses a much softer kiss to the underside of Will’s ear, lingering there until he sighs, slumping under all the tension finally leaving his body. “I love you, Will. I love your clumsiness and your rambles and your nose and your freckles and your awkwardness and your jealousy and your hair and I love you, Will, all of you. Even the embarrassing weird parts.” He kisses him again. “Especially the weird parts.”

Will breathes slowly, carefully, evenly, face pressed to the inside of Nico’s thigh. His long eyelashes tickle his skin. Nico can feel the press of his Adam’s apple when he swallows, pulsing against his calf.

“I never thought you were a freak.”

Nico brushes his knuckles over his cheek. “I know.”

“I used to — talk about you. All the time. And your oxytocin levels.”

He smiles.

“I know.”

“Lee had a — chart.” Some of the flush rises back up in his cheeks. “A ‘Days Since We’ve Heard About Di Angelo�� chart.”

Nico bites his lip. Hard.

“The number never got higher than six.”

“…I am trying really, really hard, Will.”

Will sighs.

“You can laugh.”

Nico cracks up, trying desperately to muffle his giggles in his bitten fist. It doesn’t work very well, but the glare Will sends him is somewhat softened by the smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.

“Gods, you are — a mess.”

“Mhm.”

Nico cups the side of his face. Will turns, slightly, enough to press a kiss to the centre of his palm and then stay there, eyes closed, breathing against his sword-callused skin.

“I love you too, by the way. Obviously.”

“I know.”

“Don’t Han Solo me, you bastard.”

“Go ahead and try to stop me,” Nico challenges, grinning into the passionately indignant kiss Will presses to his lips, finally, letting Nico curl his hands in his hair.

#i’m in love w rizzed up nico i’m sorry will is such a flailing mess there’s no way he’s the one with game #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #i’ll acknowledge that will does actually have a fair bit of game but #as soon as nico figures out how to exploit his dorkiness. cmon. #bro as soon as nico finds out how long will has liked him 😭😭 he’s done for fr #nico di angelo/will solace #nico/will #will/nico #solangelo #established solangelo #fluff #100 ways #100 ways to say i love you #whipped will solace #whipped nico di angelo #down bad will solace #will solace #nico di angelo #my writing #longpost

[dathen]

Random but it’s kinda funny and sad that every silly word that people come up with to describe a character they have emotions about turns into a “you’re not allowed to” thing

Eons ago, “woobie” was just a trope name for any character you felt the urge to wrap in a blanket and comfort. No commentary on purity or innocence: just the reaction of sympathy from the audience.

Then “meow meow” jokingly became the self-aware “yes I am feeling soft over a very sketchy character.” Almost a preemptive “I know they’re not pure but I am going to defiantly like them anyway.”

Then “blorbo” is your most distant, vague expression of fondness there is. It doesn’t specify what TYPE of favorite the character is, just that they’re on your mind.

And then recently I saw people complaining about the “blorbofication” of characters, which was explained as “a character that is liked more than they deserve” or whatever. “They’re not your blorbo! they have [flaw]!” is just the same “they’re not your meow meow! they’ve done [bad thing]!“ and the descendent of “ugh you like them? you’re woobifying them!!”

like turning having emotions over fictional characters into something you gotta morally justify is so *tiring*

#discourse #the ‘blorbification’ comment was re: jonathan harker #so it took only a few months for ‘blorbo’ to be turned into Problematic Fan Behavior word #pls just calm down

[0mysteiarchives]

"Without a trace."

• Firefly , Aventurine , Misha , Robin

A/N: Felt quirky soo... reader dying alone arc

Warnings: reader actually dying like fr and angst ?? idk.. also ooc or something... i'll just put it in case

Well..! So you were caught by death at an unexpected moment, but..

Not a single person in Penacony knew you were gone?

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Your body feeling heavy and your vision becoming blurry, you held tightly onto the last string of consciousness you had left, thinking about the person you cared the most..

Firefly had offered to take you around the plaza to play different games, try different pastries, watch the beautiful scenery from her secret hideout until by each other's side like a little 'date'..

Oh, how she eagerly waits for you as people come and go by her with the happy feelings she hopes to share with you, not even knowing you're gone.

Adventurine had made a bet with you, and the loser of the game has to take the other to an expensive, and luxurious restaurant. He joked that it would be a romantic moment between the two of you and watched as you brushed him off and accepted the deal.

Oh, how disappointed he felt when he never received a single message, thinking that you had backed out without telling him as he walked away from your meeting spot, unaware that you're even gone.

Misha had accepted your offer of helping around the Reverie out of sympathy, you watched as his expression turned from a confused to a happy, and appreciative one. He felt grateful that you would keep him company and have time to catch up.

Oh, how deeply sad he felt as he never saw you walk through the hotel entrance, thinking you had abandoned your promise. He'd overthink that you were gone.

Robin had given you a free ticket to her next concert, giving you a sweet smile and telling you to keep it a secret from her fans, to which you gave into and accepted the invitation. She gave you a hug before parting ways to get ready and make herself presentable mostly for you.

Oh, how hurt she felt when she was unable to find you within the crowd, quickly scurrying down after her performance to ask her fans, her staff members, and even her brother for your whereabouts. How heartbroken she'd be to find out you were gone.

And oh, how you wished that you could have seen them for one last time with tears in your eyes, as you apologize that you two may not meet ever again.

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Literally chilling in my chair w food and water casually writing random angst I thought would be cool rn

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr adventurine x reader #adventurine x reader #hsr firefly x reader #firefly x reader #hsr misha x reader #misha x reader #hsr robin x reader #robin x reader #hsr angst #Glassed Reflections

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Concept:

You are Bhaal, god of murder, and someone is praying to you.

And that's not necessarily unusual. Lots of people pray to you, usually for the untimely death of a rival, an ex-spouse, an overseer. The prayer itself is a small and broken thing, bloody and raw, whispered by a man whose vision is dulled by agony and the dark spectre of approaching death. The pathetic not-quite-survivor of some rather brutal torture, wishing murder upon his captor. You take a moment to enjoy the fear, the pain, the suffering - and then you tune him out. There are millions like him, and your favour is for those willing to do their killing themselves. Besides, that wretch will be nothing but a corpse all too soon.

Except...he doesn't die. You never feel that timid little spark of existence stutter and go out. Far beyond the breaking point of a mortal body, this one lingers on, clinging to being with fingers all but stripped back to bare bone.

It's intriguing enough to warrant a second look and - interesting. The prayer comes from a vampire, a pretty little corpse becoming an even prettier corpse under the skilled hand of a cruel master.

It is not in your nature to intervene. You favour the strong, not the weak. The master, not the slave. Your first instinct is to leave the wretched little thing to his fate.

But the thing is. Your child - your favourite child, shaped from your own flesh, coldest and most brutal of your progeny - has gone and got a boyfriend.

And you don't like him.

You don't like the effect he's having on your chosen, the way they're becoming distracted, attached, less devoted to their true purpose. And right now, your nature takes a back seat to your desire to get rid of that smug, arrogant little Baanite whelp, Enver Gortash. Your granddaughter's spiteful machinations have given you an opening, but you know they're bound to run into one another eventually, and it will all start over.

The vampire is beautiful. Well-trained. Accustomed to brutality. Already purged of sympathy and compassion, eaten up inside by hatred and bitterness and harm. And immortal; able to survive the worst of your son's inclinations. At this point, he'll do.

So you redirect a nautiloid. It's not that you're showing the creature any favour - it's just pragmatism, really. He is simply a tiny piece of a very large puzzle.

And then you watch.

You watch the vampire take the spectacular murder of a young bard in stride.

You watch him identify your memory-addled, sanity-challenged offspring as the most dangerous one in their sad little group of unwashed tragedies - the strongest protector, the solution to his fear of being discarded or returned to his master.

You watch him expertly lure your progeny into a pit trap of sex and lies and manipulation, dressed up with honeyed words and an exaggerated performance of desire.

Your child comes face to face with Enver Gortash and remembers nothing - feels nothing. They only have eyes for Astarion, and you are filled with satisfaction. The vampire is pathetic and fearful now, but already he plans to take over his master's ritual, and then he will be perfectly placed to feed your child's very worst impulses, to bring out the sharpest edge of the darkness inside.

You watch the vampire say, "I want us to be real."

You watch your child happily become a glorified comfort blanket, your masterwork living weapon reduced to little more than a prey animal, a do-gooder, a sacrifice.

Watch them vow, "I will be the person you see in me."

Watch them talk the blasted creature out of going through with the ritual at all.

Watch them start fighting their own nature for the pantomime love of someone else's broken toy.

Watch them turn on you.

And you decide, with the benefit of hindsight, that Enver Gortash was not that bad, actually.

#bg3 #durge #astarion ancunin #durgestarion #bhaal #i just think it would be really funny if bhaal played himself trying to get rid of gortash by setting durge up with astarion #and completely underestimating the power of falling deeply in love and astarion's sad wet cat eyes