#redd vents

[redd956]

Honestly it's really depressing me that I wake up now to check my video game news and there's all this politics up in there

I just want to enjoy my games, and see what's new. It's a thing I use to escape politics but you guys can't help yourselves can you

#video games #video game news #politics #fuck you guys seriously #you guys didnt care about this stuff before #why now #let me enjoy things #is that so hard #I want to see top indie games #not political bullshit that half the time is misconstrued #vent #redd vents #not whump #not writing #video game #atomic heart #call of duty #harry potter

[reddfishket]

wow that was a long week of existing! i'd like to tap out of reality now. let's say mm.... 10 years? yeah.

#redd posts #redd vents #<- ok idk about that. #anyways wow having to be a member to society has been exhausting. to be an actual person even more so #i havent been active on here bc ive been so busy w school lmaoo #thank GOD its almost the end of school. just 2 months to go and im free at last... #im gonna go into a coma after school ends tbh /j #cant believe i have to be an actual human being and exist and be productive.... is it not enough to be silly

[reddstardust]

Uuugh guys. My exam went really bad. I still don't know if I passed or not, I'll have the results this weekend. But. Fuck. There's no way I made it

#i need someone to shoot me in the head #I'm genuinely feeling sick right now #redd rants #vent #cw vent

[slytherinboysappreciation]

Moonlight - T. R. x werewolf fem!reader

A/N: this is the fourth part of this series. It’s mostly unedited so please be nice 💛 This is one of my favorite scenes so far and was the inspiration for this series. No use of Y/N. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated 🥰

Series Masterlist

CW: Period mentions, mood swings, bit of angsting over love, Tom being possessive and a bit of an asshole, a somewhat suggestive moment

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Your mood doesn’t improve the rest of the week. Your period and changing hormones make you more sensitive than usual, and seeing Tom every day sends you through a whirlwind of up and down emotions. Being with him is better than normal. Afterwards you feel horrible.

Maybe it’s just because he knows you’re on your period, but Tom is less agitating than usual. He still hovers, but it’s different now. Instead of going on about the need for safety, Tom offers you snacks after classes. He’s quieter; wears less cologne; even offers you chocolate and painkillers one particularly frustrating day.

It’s… nice.

And it kills you that he’s only doing it out of obligation.

Maybe you’re shallow for it, but his attention makes you feel good. Listened to. Maybe even a little wanted.

It’s almost addicting, the thrill in your chest when he calls you ‘love’. It’s the closest you get to convincing yourself that maybe he does care.

You pour it all out to Luna one day, practically venting about how worried you are that you might like Tom a bit. She just smiles at you.

“How can you be sure he doesn’t feel the same?”

You scoff. Laugh a bit. Roll your eyes. “Of course he doesn’t. He’s Tom Riddle. Besides, he’s told me an innumerable amount of times that he’s only around me because he’s concerned I’m a danger. You know this, Luna, come on.”

She tilts her head. “But he hasn’t said it in a while, has he? And he’s different around you now, isn’t he?”

You fall silent. She has a point, though you don’t like it. Tom has been acting different lately.

“It’s just coz he thought I was hurt,” you mutter, unable to come up with a better defense.

“He wouldn’t have acted so worried if he didn’t at least somewhat care for you,” Luna points out.

You cross your arms and stay silent. She shrugs.

“Okay, fine,” you mumble, “Maybe he’s not as annoying as he once was, and maybe he’s acting like he cares a little. It doesn’t mean he likes me. Maybe he just wants to be my friend?”

It sounds ludicrous, even as you say it.

Luna pats your shoulder. “Maybe he does. You’ll never know unless you ask.”

“Absolutely not.” Your voice is firm, holding no doubt whatsoever. Even talking to Luna about it is a big step. Asking Tom directly? Hell no.

You change the subject and talk about classes with her instead. She doesn’t push the subject anymore, which you’re grateful for.

You don’t know if you can even handle the idea of liking Tom, let alone him not hating you.

You and Tom are study partners and… acquaintances. Nothing more.

You ignore the part of your mind that thrills at the thought of something more.

A few days later, Tom changes your study spot for the day. Instead of spending your time in the library, he sets up a blanket outside. He even includes a nice basket of snacks.

The sunshine and nice air are a good change of pace. You study for a couple hours before putting your stuff away.

“You done?” Tom asks, looking a bit amused

You laugh a bit and stretch out on the blanket. The sunshine feels amazing on your back. It makes you sleepy and content. “Yeah.”

Tom falls quiet next to you. You can feel his gaze on you, but it feels softer than usual. You’re too comfortable to care.

You lazily doze for a while. The warm day and the sweet breeze feel heavenly.

You’re vaguely aware of footsteps signaling someone approaching. Tom stiffens next to you. You look up.

“Hi.” It’s a Hufflepuff boy. You’ve seen him around occasionally. He’s clearly nervous, but you can smell his excitement as well.

“Oh, hi.” You yawn and smile lazily up at the boy. His cheeks redden. Tom reeks of jealousy next to you. You ignore that fact.

“Um, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me?” The boy asks hopefully. You open your mouth to reply, but Tom cuts you off. “Absolutely not.”

He’s giving the boy a death glare, like he’s actively plotting his murder. You raise an eyebrow. Tom’s jaw clenches.

“Riddle—“

“It’s Tom.” He says coldly to you, still burning a hole through the Hufflepuff boy. “And I said no.”

The boy backs away. “O-Okay!” He smells genuinely terrified. You watch him go, frowning.

You wait until he’s gone before turning on Tom. “What the hell, Riddle?!”

Tom hasn’t lost his angry look. He scowls at you. “Lie back down,” He says angrily. “Never talk to him again, and go back to sleep.”

You blink. You open your mouth to argue. Your body prickles with heat at his intense gaze. You close it again and lie back down.

You stare at the grass, trying to think. You’re trying really hard to ignore how hot his dominance made you. You try to rationalize it; to claim it’s from the wolf side of you.

You already know that’s not true. An attractive, riled-up boy ordering you around? That’s 100% your human side.

Not that it matters either way.

That thought ruins your good mood. It had been nice to forget for a moment that Tom only cared about you because of your lycanthropy.

You frown morosely at the grass, twirling a piece around your finger.

Now he’s keeping you from dating people. What’ll be next? Portioning your food? Preventing you from having friends?

You sigh and roll onto your back. You tilt your head to feel the warm sunshine, trying hard to push the thoughts from your head.

“Love?”

You look over at Tom. “What?”

He looks surprisingly unhappy. It confuses you. He smells worried, anxious, still very jealous.

“We’re going to Hogsmeade tomorrow,” he says.

You blink at him.

“Will… you go with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow…?” He repeats.

You shrug and nod. “Okay.”

You furiously stomp down the thought that it’s a date. He’s just being nice; he doesn’t really care about you.

It doesn’t keep your heart from melting at the relieved grin that spreads across his face. “Good.”

“Good,” you repeat softly. You hide the small smile that curls at your lips.

He settles back down, relaxing next to you again. You close your eyes and resist the urge to scoot closer to him.

Maybe… just for tomorrow… you can pretend it’s a date. Maybe you can pretend he likes you… just for a day…

Nothing bad will come of that. Definitely not.

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #divider by cafekitsune #reader is from an unspecified hogwarts house

[beevean]

I honestly hate the fact that Mia Fey gets killed off so early because it's stated that Mia is hopeless with technology, and I JUST WANNA SEE THAT SHIT!

Mia's treatment is intriguing.

She is, by all intents and purposes, a typical case of a mentor who has to die to allow her student to grow on his own. Not quite a fridged woman (Kazuma goes through a similar thing, so it's not gendered), but yeah, her death is at first the most important part of her.

... but in AA spirit channeling is a core aspect of the lore. So Mia... didn't really "die". Hell, in 1-2, she's the one who has to tell Phoenix "yo dumb dumb, check the back of the receipt", and even blackmails her own murderer with his crimes. (sidenote, Redd White's treatment is just as odd. An extremely influential man, who even has the Chief Prosecutor in his pocket, the murderer of the mentor... and he's just a random buffoon taken down in the second case of the franchise. In another game he would have been the final boss)

But yeah, Mia keeps being called back. In 1-4, they have to come up with an excuse to not make her "available", which also ties with Maya's character development so it works. In 2-4, she's pretty much Maya's and Phoenix' personal cellphone lmao. She's not particularly fleshed out, except for some quirks like what you mentioned, that poster of the movie that made her cry, or her love for Charles the plant, but she is a constant, comforting presence, and she feels real enough.

But T&T finally has the idea of showing her in the past, of fleshing her out beyond "super competent mentor", and it doesn't feel jarring, because we've been with Mia all this time, she just gets the spotlight she deserves. And that's where we see different sides of her, like her trauma related to her horrible first case, the pure anger against Dahlia that she vents by slapping Grossberg, the cocky flicking of her bangs...

And finally, finally, at the end, she leaves for good. She can move on. And it's not just the end of Phoenix' character arc: in a way, she did too, even if the events were presented out of order.

I don't know. I just really love Mia.

but yeah i agree that it would have been funny to see her struggle with technology lol

#ace attorney #mia fey

[tcdamoving]

sabre delacroix kincall. Hey i'm sabrekin 24 he/she and i'm looking for my big redd...I have kin memories of being slowly chopped up piece by piece and made into a meat pie, using kit/kits pronouns, and being a hannibal fan....if you remember that contact me on my vent. ROSLINS DNI

[angelicseven]

jordan ✧･ﾟ☄️･ﾟ✧

23. black. he/they/ask.

full about below the cut !

⌦ basic! ## name: jordan

## age: 23

## birthday: october 30

## pronouns: he/they/ask

## gender: gnc transmasc

## sexuality: bisexual

## ethnicity: black

## nationality: american

⌦ mental!

i am autistic, and i have bpd, and did. i'm brainweird in other ways, but these are the three things i consider the most important to share, since they impact my life in the biggest way, and i post about them quite often.

⌦ system!

## sys name: chiron

## type: pf-did

## active: ~25

## total: 100+ recorded

⌦ boundaries!

## dms: yes

## flirting /p: moots only

## flirting /r: moots only

## teasing: ask

## venting: no

interests ✧･ﾟ☄️･ﾟ✧

(bolded = active interest, italicized = special interest)

⌦ media

atlanta (fx), bad girls club, big brother, community, euphoria, girlfriends, grey's anatomy, it's always sunny in philadelphia, LOST, malcolm in the middle, on my block, one on one, scrubs, shameless, spop, station 19, stranger things, the game

⌦ music

autumn!, bktherula, blackpink, britney spears, childish gambino, iayze, ice spice, izaya tiji, jhene aiko, jvcki wai, lil uzi vert, lil tecca, lil wayne, loona, megan thee stallion, mitski, my chemical romance, nsync, one direction, pinkpantheress, playboi carti, rico nasty, rihanna, slayyyter, slump6s, sofaygo, sza, the weeknd, tinashe, trippie redd, v.v lightbody, vonte*, yeat, zayn

( i do not condone the actions of every single person on this list! music is music it's not that deep to me lmao)

⌦ games

animal crossing, cities, skylines, fall guys, grand theft auto v, minecraft, roblox, stardew valley, the sims (3&4),

comforts ✧･ﾟ☄️･ﾟ✧

⌦ characters

alex karev, andrew deluca, arnaz ballard, ben warren, breanna barnes, callie torres, carla espinosa, cassie howard, charlie kelly, charlie pace, christopher turk, claire littleton, cristina yang, delilah alves, darius epps, earn marks, elliot reid, fiona gallagher, ian gallagher, jackson avery, jo wilson, joe goldberg, john dorian, kate austen, kevin ball, lexie grey, love quinn, lucas sinclair, lynn searcy, maddy perez, malcolm wilkerson, mark sloan, maya bishop, michael dawson, miranda bailey, nancy wheeler, sawyer ford, sayid jarrah, sun-hwa kwon, veronica fisher, vic hughes

⌦ ships

admelia, areanna, benley, brittannie, calzona, charmac, gallavich, goldquinn, japril, jolex, jdox, jdturkcarla, kateclaire, katesaw, marder, mckassie, meradd, merder, mertina, mikejin, rules, sawyid, trobed, troynnie, slexie + a bunch more. everyone is polyamorous and gay in all of my interests :pray:

BYF ✧･ﾟ☄️･ﾟ✧

i reclaim the f slur, n word and r slur and don't tag them

i block often

anon will always be turned off because it triggers my paranoia LMAOOOOOO

⌦ dni

(bodily) under 16, endogenic "systems" and their supporters, proship and anything adjacent to that, terfs/swerfs/etc, frequent lgbt discourser (no one cares it's 2023), idk i'll just block if you rub me the wrong way/are annoying tbh.

⌦ links

discord: halogen#2050

pinterest

twitter

spotify

sys blog

sys carrd

#jordan speaks #pinned

[linglinginjapan]

Klassetur 2023:

Klasseturen endte like brått som den begynte, plutselig var den ferdig. Etter tre nesten helt søvnløse netter kom jeg hjem utslitt og med influensa (eller noe sykdom) i går. Det var godt å endelig få sove på rommet mitt, og få kommet meg ordentlig på do. Jeg er dårlig på sånne ting som her. På Bjørnsund leirskole i 8. klasse gikk jeg 5 dager i strekk uten å gjøre nummer 2...

Klasseturen har vært veldig fin! Jeg har blitt kjent med noen flere jenter, og hatt det kjekt med vennene mine. Allikevel så har jeg følt meg veldig alene også, for ender ofte opp som det tredje hjulet på vognen. Selv om jeg er der sammen med dem, så blir jeg oversett. Dette kommer såklart an på hvem jeg henger med, og hvilken kombinasjon som henger ilag. Avanserte jentesaker.

På bildene av maten jeg har lagt ut på dag 1 og 2 så er det veldig mye, ikke sant? Det er fordi jeg skrev ned allergiene mine før vi for, så jeg fikk min egen asjett med allergifri mat. Den første dagen så visste jeg ikke at det var så mye, så jeg hentet også fra buffetten litt av alt, men da jeg kom tilbake var det allerede mat til meg på bordet. Klarte ikke å spise opp! Dag 2 så bare syntes jeg at allergimaten var kjedelig, så jeg hentet fra buffetten igjen. Prøvde å fortelle dem fra dag 1 at jeg ikke ville motta min egen meny, men det var allerede bestilt så kunne ikke gjøre noe med det. Det som var bra med min egen meny var desserten. Desserten var faktisk bedre enn den på buffeten, for fikk servert sånn skikkelig "Japanese style desserts".

Det er vanskelig å gå sammen i store grupper når alle har forskjellige interesser og vil forskjellige ting. Det var dette som skjedde i USJ, for det er vanskelig å finne noe alle kan ta når noen er redd for spøkelseshus, og andre ikke orker å vente i kø. Derfor endte vi opp med å gjøre omtrent ingenting med tanke på alle timene vi fikk tildelt. Vi burde ha delt oss. Litt det samme med fritiden vår i Osaka, bare omvendt. Vi var en gruppe på 6, men det var bare 2 av oss som bestemte alt, mens vi andre bare fulgte etter. Derfor ble det ikke tid til noe suvenirhandling eller dessertspising som jeg hadde lyst til. Får heller dra tilbake dit senere en gang! Universal Studios også.

De to aller beste opplevelsene fra turen var nok da jeg satt ute med Sayo og Asuka på verandaen fra 12. etasje og drakk honningteen som var på hotellrommet. Den var så god at jeg gikk fra rom til rom med "knask eller knep", og samlet inn teposene deres for å ta med hjem. Den andre beste følelsen var rett etter å ha gjort ferdig den eneste berg og dalbanene vi tok på USJ. Den var mye skumlere enn forestilt, så følte at jeg kom til å dø flere ganger. Det var så godt å fortsatt være i livet da vi var ferdig, som å sveve liksom.

Jeg er glad for at jeg fikk dratt på klassetur med den nye skolen min. Hele andretrinn på Kiyose High School er nok over 250 elever, så vi var ganske mange til sammen. Allikevel fikk vi dratt på en slik ferieaktig klassetur! Dette hadde ikke gått på Fræna Videregående for å si det sånn, så er glad for at jeg fikk lov til å være med dem på klasseturen deres.

修学旅行、お疲れー♪

[corvids-core-sys]

screw it, we have some tags we might as well list them will be updated over time [ayor] = proceed at your own risk shiri(shi:) - #shiriken (may appear on other blogs we interact with) #shirikry (my quarantine for my mental illnesses, im traumatized) [ayor] bdubs(none) - #cryingmoss (traumatized last life bdubs who probably has OLD) [ayor] cat train/wilbur(ct:) - #cat on da train (this is a wilbur dreamtive factive who mostly talks to his friends and shitposts) [safe] maindave(d:) #davedakin (uhhhhhh i know he has vague nsfw'd on insta before but idk about here, really old frequent fronter from around when we thought we where kingenic still hence the being a kin, he isnt tho) [safe????] our core w/ too many das(and signoffs) - #ingramwings (base tag for ingram no matter the state) (they might add da tags) [safeeee???] roxy(ro:) - #roxytonic (i think she just vibes tbh) [probably safe] mono(mn:) - #your monogisty (traumatized child who led a gang of homeless kids, he is p fun to talk to) [safe] ash(ash:) - #ashallyart (she is traumatized and bisexual idk what to tell you) [safe iirc] ttango(ttt:) #mistewteknight (they are so so violently gay they literally married one of their partners thought their ask box iirc) [safe adjacent i think] redd(rd:) - #rdhandedafullhouse (depressed gay rich kid, he is literally what it says on the box. mildly prone to impulsively trauma dumping while wanting to build up walls so thick he could survive the apocalypse along with all his nearly lined up bottles of feelings [safe?????] matilda(mati:) #matihoney (she is matilda, like from the movie adaptation of the kids book about terrible parents, she is chill) [safe] gir(gir:) - #gir notzim (again, what the box says, so many of our older introjs are very compliant) [safe] Vriska(unknown) - #vriskabite (careful, she is a vriska<3jhon/lh) [safe adjacent i think] ds dirk(dsd:) - #doushdirk (from a long abandoned and deleted and revamped as non hs, and then abandoned again au from insta, trauma go brr) [safe] dell(de:) - #delldagirl (trans fem beta strider kid, trauma™, gets onto fights with maindave like a petulant little sister) [safe????] rose(tt:) - (i cant find her tag T-T, in a subsystem with another rose(roseA) [ayor, verbally dismantles fakeclaimers in our ask box] scarlett(pg:) - #scarlett.text.ca (textposts) [ayor. some of them have discourse but i tag those thourally] #scarlett.reblog.ca (reblogs) sols/solsy(sy:) - #solsisposting (general tag for factive sols) [ayor tw alcoholic] doly(dl:) - #dolythedisgrace (mentally ill quarantine and vent tag) [ayor] MISC #the deformit system - our old system name but mostly been replaced or removed only on rb convos we dont have the energy to go through. #ask the deformit system - our old askbox tag we aslo havent gone tough and fixed/removed

#shiriken #hoping and paying i typed all the urls right or im gunna cry this took so long #(dl: everytime i try and fix this tumblr fuckes it up even mmore everyone is just going to have to deal with it being broken as ever loving #dl: ok i think ive fixed everything finally

[redd956]

I'm literally in writing school, a writing studying creative writing major because I have no self preservation lmao, I've gotten compliments, I've gotten my work evaluated properly, I've improved non stop, one of my professors mistook me for being 24 because they've primarily read my work and knew very little about me, and yet I cannot convince myself that I'm good at what I do. I myself have even written guides on imposter syndrome, but I feel as if I'm facing something more than imposter syndrome at this point

My work that I post here doesn't ever feel like my own work

tbh it's all written half heartedly, half asleep, without a thought and admittedly never proof read

meanwhile my documents and papers with my passionate work is lots and lots of pages, feels truly like me, like my own writing

It could be social media, it could be me, and I will never know

Anyway

This is long for I will likely be posting a sequel to that imposter syndrome post for good measures, because I swear it affects everybody no matter how good you are at the craft

#dezert vents #redd vents #agghhhhh

[reddfishket]

wow augustine like me fr (crying sobbing)

#redd posts #specifically augustine from cold front hh #when he was doing that thing where he believed that winnie hated him and that he thought he was a burden #and that he wasnt enough. he didnt have a social life skills or like talents and like. ouh #me when. me when i feel like my friends hate me even when they clearly dont. man #i have no clue if this counts as a vent um. #do not let my winnie pfp fool you. i relate to augustine more LMAO #tho winnie does give me gender envy...

[reddstardust]

Put a finger down if you spent the last three days crying because you just realised that no matter what you do you'll never be able to be in a romantic relationship with someone because you're just not pretty enough kind enough funny enough or anything enough to do that sort of stuff and that you'll probably spend the rest of your life alone trying to convince yourself that you don't hate it when in reality it's consuming your every waking thought. Anyway. How are you guys doing?

#I'm doing great #if you couldn't tell #redd rants #vent #cw vent #🌠

[xandriagreat]

The Paw | chapter 12

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Notice/Warnings: panic, almost death, fluff at the end

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There was panic in the city from the mind controled guinea pigs and the officers were trying to figure out what’s going on.

Chief Misty Luggins was pulling at her hair so much that some of the officers think that she’ll rip her hair off her head like a wig.

She was pacing in her office. 

She was trying to think of where Diane could have gone and she was waiting for Officer Redd, with Doctor Milton Park, to come back or call since they can’t reach her at the moment. 

“Chief!” an officer exclaimed as he opened the door. “Officer Ruby Redd is on a call!”

Chief looked at him. “She is?!”

The officer nodded and both went to where most of the officers were surrounding one of the desk telephones. 

“Ruby,” Chief called out to the phone, “are you and Doctor Park okay?”

“Yes, we’re okay.” Ruby said from the phone. “Everyone was telling me what’s been happening while we were off line going to the place.”

Chief nodded and started, “Okay. We need you to get back-”

“Oh, before I forget!” Ruby said, interrupting. “I got good news and bad news.”

Chief, interested, leaned over the phone and asked, “What’s the news?”

“Good news, Doctor Milton just told me that he isn’t just a survivor from ice, found out who stole the meteorite, and we found The Lost Girls!” 

Everyone started to cheer when they heard that while the Chief smiled, feeling that it was a dream becoming a reality. “Oh, that’s great news, Redd!” she exclaimed. “What’s the other news?”

There was silence on the phone, making everyone worried. “Redd?” Chief asked, worriedly.

“The bad news is... Chief… You're not going to believe who stole the meteorite when we come back... you also need to keep your deal to Foxington and keep your cool when I tell you this news.” Ruby said on the phone, finally after a bit. 

Chief was confused as she said, “Um… sure, I’ll try- wait, who’s Foxington?”

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When The Paw and The Bad Guys arrived at the electric fence of Marmalade's compound. Diane put the car in park and turned it off while Moe said, “When we get the meteorite, we will take it straight to the police.”

“And I’ll be somewhat forgiven.” Diane said, as she put her hood and mask up while The Bad Guys got their ski masks on. 

They got in the compound by going through the vents. When they got into the room where the meteorite was held. 

It was on a huge metal machine, which was on, giving out electricity and the signal. The machine was also connected to a computer. Everyone noticed that the small craters on the meteorite were glowing blue, like the mind controled guinea pigs’ eyes.

There were a lot of mind controled guinea pigs in the room, just chilling.

Before The Bad Guys and The Paw got the meteorite off of the machine, Pepe pointed at something in a corner of the room and said, “Hey, guys! Look!”

Everyone looked at what he was pointing at. 

It was the Golden Dolphin on a podium.

“Oh, that’s odd.” Diane said before she looked back at the meteorite again. 

The noises around Diane faded to her as she was focused to get her name cleared. She was pulled back into reality when she heard short screams and turned around to see all of The Bad Guys knocked out on the floor.

“Guys?!” Diane exclaimed as she ran over to them and tried to get them up. Then she heard footsteps approaching. 

Panicked, she ran off.

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When The Bad Guys woke up, their masks were off and they were tied up by rope and hanging upside down. Pepe was the only one with a rag over his mouth, so he couldn’t chew the restraints off.

They were glaring at Pepe, who got them knocked out by touching the trophy which gave an electric shock. 

“It turns out it was a trap.” Pepe said, flatly and muffled. 

“Ya think?” Lou and Stefanie said, both snappy.

“Why did you do that?” Herbert asked flatly, rolling his eyes.

“The pig didn’t deserve it!” Pepe yelled, still muffled.

Then there was a creepy chuckle and all five looked down to see Marmalade, dressed in a yellow gold jumpsuit and wearing some type of electric helmet with some buttons. 

“Well, well. I was expecting to see a different guest but it’s nice to see the Governor and his team.” Marmalade started, smiling at the five of them. “Or should I say The Bad Guys!”

All five were taken back and growled angrily at him, trying to wiggle free but the rope around them was tight. 

It caused Marmalade to chuckle, like it was a joke, as he pulled out Moe’s pocket watch  and said, “By the way, I was impressed by how you disguised the Five Unique Diamonds.” Marmalade got the five diamonds off of the watch, showing them off as he added, “Hiding them in plain sight.”

All five gave grimaces on their faces with the same thought: ‘We’re in big trouble.’

“Wait, how did you know that we were coming?” Moe asked, looking around confused. 

Marmalade smiled sinisterly as he put the diamonds in his suit pocket and said, “Oh, on the news talked about the jump of Diane’s transportation and I thought that she was coming for the meteorite or going to attack me after what happened.”

The Bad Guys stared at the Professor and then Lou asked, “I have a question, it’s about the flower of goodness talk. Was it all lies?”

Marmalade grinned evilly as he answered, “Yeah, pretty much. I never thought of what’s ‘good’ for others. Only what’s good for me! Like a million and billions of dollars!” Then Marmalade’s body shook from a shiver down his spine as he laughed. He started to leave the room when the doors opened and Cuddles stepped in. 

“Hey, wait!” Stefanie called out. Everyone looked at her as she asked, “Is your helmet’s light supposed to be blinking like that?”

Marmalade, confused, took off the helmet and looked at it. 

His helmet’s light was blinking quick. He sighed as he placed it back on his head and pressed one of the buttons, making the blinking stop. 

Before Marmalade left, he smiled and looked at Cuddles, who was by a dashboard with a lever. “Oh, Cuddles,” he started with a sweet tone then the tone became dark, “finish them.” Then the doors shut behind him.

Cuddles nodded, smiling darkly as he pushed down the lever, lowering The Bad Guys down. 

All five looked down and saw the floor open up and a lot of spinning blades, ready to shred them to pieces. They all screamed in fright as they struggled to free themselves from the restraints as they were lowered closer and closer to what seemed like their inevitable doom.

Then there was a loud THUNK, making everyone look up at the vents above. The loud thunking sounds continued until it stopped at the vent lid. 

Cuddles, curious, went under the vent lid to see what it was. Just as he did that, the vent lid was kicked off and landed on Cuddles hard, knocking him out. 

Then popped out from the vent was Diane, her hood and mask down.

The Bad Guys gasped, “Diane!”

“I got it.” the fox said, waving at them, her tail wagging. She quickly went to the dashboard lever and pulled it up, closing the door to the spinning blades just in time, saving the five of them.

The Bad Guys, relieved to be alive and happy to see her, finally get out of their restraints by hopping out of them or by Diane uniting the ropes. 

“You came back!” Moe exclaimed at Diane when everyone was out of their restraints. Diane smiled softly and replied, “I actually never left.”

The Bad Guys smiled and felt so grateful that they did something that surprised Diane. They pulled her into a hug.

Diane froze for a moment before she hugged them back, feeling happy and almost feeling tears in her eyes. 

After the hug, Diane said, "Alright, let's get the odd rock and go."

#the bad guys #the bad guys fic #the paw #diane foxington #the crimson paw #mr wolf #mr. wolf #mr. snake #mr snake #mr shark #mr. shark #mr. piranha #mr piranha #ms. tarantula #ms tarantula #Professor Marmalade

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i love ur blog can i get some april may hcs/analysis/etc :DD

YES absolutely, I love her!!

(Sorry this blog is kinda slow right now, between college and moving houses I've been pretty busy, but I love receiving asks and I'll always get around to answering! I love these characters <3)

I imagined that April May grew up in a kinda toxic household. She has lots of siblings, and her mom was emotionally absent a lot, frequently stressed and snippy. Imposing her own internalized issues onto her daughters. Plenty of in-fighting and meaningless competition among her siblings. Weird toxic relatives over at random times.

She grew up lower-class, but her mom wanted to project the image of being higher class, so the family would have a lot of furniture and clothes etc that are faux expensive.

April dealt with some typical Mean Girl-esque drama in high school, and plenty of misogyny. Expressing her anger would only ever lead to worse treatment (in whatever environment she was in), while acting cutesy and flirtatious would make things easier, even if she had to swallow her venom while doing so each time.

To get a sense of control & and have outlet for her anger (albeit an unhealthy one), she started finding ways to gather intel on people. Found ways to get back at them without anyone knowing it was her. Anonymously blackmailed some people, posted people's secrets in public areas, stuff like that.

While trying to find even more dirt on the people around her, she ended up finding Bluecorp. Redd White took an interest in her- both because of her abilities and her appearance. She ended up working for him, because he had an interest in her and it seemed like a solid investment.

But he had way more unethical ways of going about things than she was comfortable with. She didn't want to be involved in the level of blackmail and violence he engaged in, but she became terrified of him, and couldn't really leave. And of course, he didn't treat her well.

So... that's the backstory.

I also think a whole lot about post-canon, when everyone is in prison together. In this post-canon stage, while there's a lot of drama that happens, I like kind of... nudging most of the characters in a positive direction.

So while prison isn't great, I wanted to make it a lot less terrible than most IRL prisons. Somewhere the characters have a chance to exist for a while in a semi-neutral environment where they're not dealing with their usual circumstances, y'know? (I DO have a section of the prison that's pretty bad, but that's a topic for a different post.)

April May has a lot of time to just... be away from things for a while. She still gets in spats with inmates sometimes, but the environment is a lot different, and there's a lot of time where she can just slowly unpack things. She's able to earn some money through her prison job, and buy a few things here and there, and has the space to get into her own hobbies a little more. (Again, wanted to make the environment better than most IRL prisons ^^;)

She eventually ends up cellmates with Mimi Miney. (Mimi gets a crush on her, April doesn't notice, April's a lesbian but still thinks she's straight, Mimi is eventually like 'okay welp' and responds to Calisto's interest in her instead, April gets jealous, Mimi is confused and annoyed, yada yada.....)

As the years go on, April starts to shift her focus. She actively works towards releasing some of the anger and trauma, lets herself be softer - but in a very VERY different way than she used to display in her outwards persona.

The anger used to be repressed and hidden, replaced by a Socially Acceptable UwU front. For the sake of having to conform to men's standards for her for survival.

The anger isn't repressed anymore. She isn't swallowing her venom anymore. Isn't compromising her safety and comfort anymore. Instead, she's able to release it more as she asserts her boundaries in the moment, and has someone (Mimi) she can vent and process with. She finds a genuine softness, for her own sake and no one else's, that she embraces with safe people in safe environments, instead of having to put out a false UwU persona for survival. Has the space to focus more on what makes her happy, what she's passionate about.

(Here's a fic I wrote with her in it - Mimi's POV - that shows her and Mimi interacting after she's been in prison for several years.)

Since April didn't kill anyone, but they DID most certainly find additional charges against her after investigating into Bluecorp, I imagine that she's in prison for about 6 years. Afterwards, I like the idea of her being hired by a company with friendly / familiar faces, where she can decorate professionally.

#April May

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Da jeg var yngre var jeg så redd for body horror men her er jeg nå... 🤗🤩 JFJDKFJDKFKDKFKD Det er morsom hva en BRA Design kan gjøre. Og fujimoto har mange bra designer.

Dorohedoro og csm har så gode designer at jeg kan ikke føle seg redd (men... vel noen ganger mens jeg var leser dorohedoro tenkte jeg «Wow, det er ekkel. 💀 hayashida var på en grind). Karakterer som shin eller kugi (jeg vil kalle dem det for nå idk) Ser skummelt ut men deres personligheten er søt... Kanskje det er proof at jeg liker personlighet mer enn opptredener 🧐

Men det er også morsomt når jeg liker karakter som Gojou hvem er perfekt, kjekk, og utrolig Ikke skummelt (pleide). sammenligne karakterene som Jeg liker er liksom... Gojou, kugi, aki, shin, esidisi, etc... Alle er veldig ulike 💀💀💀 Vel vent, jeg antar de er alle ganske uttrykksfulle menn... (jeg vet ennå ikke hvis kugi er en mann, men de er så søt at jeg bryr meg ikke)

Idk jeg har en cold så 🤷‍♂️

[joalinder]

Jeg vet at hele tumblr profilen min gir ett ganske pessimistisk bilde av min mentale helse i løpet av de siste årene. Det har ikke vært lett, og jeg prøver hver dag å tenke positivt. Jeg er forferdelig dårlig på å opprettholde gode rutiner, slik som å bevege meg regelmessig, spise sunt og legge meg tidlig. Jeg har lett for å isolere meg fra de jeg er glad i, og å dytte vekk nye mennesker fordi jeg er for opptatt mentalt. Det er som om jeg hele tiden balanserer på en tynn line. Dersom jeg vingler litt for mye den ene veien så raser alt. Hva skjer dersom alt raser? Kanskje jeg ender opp på gata. Kanskje jeg impulsivt skader meg selv så alvorlig at jeg ender opp å dø. Kanskje tankene mine faller så ut av kontroll at jeg blir lagt inn på psykiatrisk avdeling? Jeg lurer på om andre er redd for at noe sånt skal skje med dem? Jeg orker ikke å bygge opp ett komfortabelt liv fordi jeg vet at jeg kommer til å kaste det vekk uansett. Enten så flytter jeg til en ny by, eller hopper jeg utfor en klippe. Jeg blir så glad når jeg ser andre mennesker som lykkes i livet, enten i form av karriere, familie eller helse. Jeg blir genuint utrolig glad på deres vegne, og ønsker de alt godt. Av og til tenker jeg at dersom mitt eneste livsmål er å hjelpe de rundt meg i å nå sitt potensiale, så er det egentlig godt nok. Andre ganger føler jeg at det ikke er nok. Jeg får en smak på at jeg vil leve, ikke for andre, men for meg selv. Dessverre kommer den andre følelsen mye sjeldnere, og den varer kortere. Jeg er glad for at andre finner ut av ting, men jeg tror kanskje ikke jeg gjør det. Jeg tror kanskje ikke livet er noe for meg. Jeg tror jeg er for sensitiv, for kaotisk, for ubesluttsom, for forvirret og for rådvill til å kunne leve ett godt liv. Jeg er veldig sliten, og det i bare i en alder av 22. Naivt, kan det være du tenker, hva vet en 22-åring om livet. Jeg vet ingenting, og alt, på samme tid. Jeg vet ikke hvordan det er å være midt i livet, med en karriere, stabil økonomi, og kanskje barn. Jeg vet ikke hvordan det er å være 78, med full av visdom og livserfaring. Jeg vet bare hvordan livet mitt har vært til nå, og det har budd på en berg og dal bane av angst, frustrasjon og sinne, med en rød tråd av depresjon som har vart mesteparten av livet mitt. Jeg er aldri veldig glad. Jeg er aldri helt rolig. Selv på mine fineste dager gjør hjernen meg oppmerksom på at døden henter meg inn. Selv når jeg har latterkrampe av noe morsomt du sa, så tenker jeg at jeg er bedre død. Selv om du gir meg komplimenter skreller det av, og betyr ingenting, fordi jeg tror ikke på de. Du er høfflig, og jeg er høfflig tilbake og takker med ett smil. Selv om vi er ute på landet og klapper dyr på en gård, så tenker jeg på det evige presset om å ha karriere og ett livsmål. Jeg tenker på økonomi, på kjærlighet, på sorg, på det dårlige kostholdet mitt, på karrierevalget mitt og om jeg tar riktige avgjørelser eller ikke. Jeg tenker på hvordan jeg skal ta livet mitt. Jeg tenker på hvordan jeg skal gjøre det på best mulig måte, slik at sjokket blir minst mulig for de rundt meg. "Men du er så ung, bare vent, det blir bedre", "du må utnytte tjueårene, du får de aldri igjen", "Du er på ditt beste i den alderen, både fysisk og psykisk, ikke kast det bort!" "Du er intelligent, du kommer til å angre på det senere hvis du ikke utnytter det.". "Skal du ikke gi noe tilbake til samfunnet?" "Burde du spise det der?" "Når trente du sist?" "Får du åtte timer søvn hver natt?" "Du vet det kommer til å gå bra." "Burde du ikke lese?" "Hjelp meg, jeg kan bare lene meg på deg" "Hvorfor kom du ikke i dag?" "Sikker på at du burde bytte utdanning?" "Sikker på at du ikke skal bytte utdanning?" "Sikker på valget ditt nå?" "Hva vil du da?" "Gå for det du vil!" "Hvorfor drikker du ikke?" "Hvorfor er du så stille?" "Kanskje du skal se en psykolog?" "Nå er du overdramatisk" "Du har alltid vært ett sensitivt barn" "Du har alltid vært så tungsinnet" "Hvorfor slutter du ikke bare å tenke?" "Du overtenker!" "Du gjør så mye!" "Hvorfor er du så redd for alt mulig?"

Nei, jeg vet ikke alt det er å vite om livet. Jeg er bare 22. - men jeg vet nok. Jeg vet at verden er ett kaos av lidelse, korrupsjon, svik, og sinne. Jeg vet også at det er kjærlighet, gode dager, musikk og dans. Det jeg prøver å si, er at jeg passer ikke inn. Jeg har fått smake på kombinasjonen av det positive og negative, og jeg velger å trekke meg. Jeg tror det i hvert fall. Jeg vet ikke. Jeg er lei av å hele tiden gjøre feil, henge etter, misforstå, gå tilbake, endre mening, ikke stole på meg selv, og så angre alt sammen. Jeg er lei av å kaste fra meg gode ting, fordi gresset så grønnere ut på den andre siden. Jeg er lei av å tenke positivt. Jeg er lei av å overtenke hver minste lille ting. Jeg er lei av å være mentalt sliten, og jeg er lei av å kjempe for å fokusere på de små tingene i livet. Jeg er lei av å prøve å nyte teen min, selv om verden faller fra hverandre. Jeg er lei av å se hytter i flammer på nyhetssendinger, oversvømmelser som følge av global oppvarming, og utmagrede små barn i land langt unna. Jeg er lei av å jakte på dopamin, adrenalin og serotonin, og jeg er lei av å prøve å forstå meg selv. Jeg er lei av å snakke om det. Jeg er lei av å tenke på det. Jeg er lei av å prøve å hvile, puste, meditere. Jeg er lei av livet.

Jeg beklager virkelig til de som har brukt energi på å hjelpe meg igjennom livet. Dere ga deres beste til en fortapt sak, og det kan jeg aldri betale dere tilbake for. Joda, jeg er sikkert dramatisk. Joda, jeg er sikkert naiv, og joda, det blir kanskje bedre i fremtiden. Kan også hende det er ønsketenkning, men det er det ingen av oss som vet.

Takk for alt. Det har vært fine stunder også. De har jeg plassert i hemmelige kamre i hjertet mitt, slik at de aldri glemmes. <3