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maxtermind · 15 days

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absolutely loved ‘baby, would i still be your lover’, everyone single one got me in my feels! i was wondering would you consider doing a part 2? whether it ends in angst or fluff

I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye

★ : summary :: when he accidentally insults you during an argument- aftermath ★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris ★ : genre :: hurt/comfort, hints of angst ★ : word count :: 4.3k ★ : a/n :: thank you so much for the love on part 1 💓 some of these have open ending so you can pick whether you'd like to forgive them or not as a reader!! feedback is appreciated :)

( part 1 )

Max Verstappen

You sighed as you sat down to have your morning tea as usual, trying to pretend that nothing was wrong. As if you hadn't spent all night long getting your phone spammed with calls that you were ignoring.

After mindlessly roaming around for a bit, you eventually decided to crash at your best friend’s place. You lazily waved at her as she frantically got ready to leave for work. However, you were on your tiptoe as soon as the door opened.

A body that was possibly sleeping while leaning against the door fell inside and you heard curses that you were quite too familiar with. Your heart clenched at the sight of your boyfriend - or perhaps now, your ex-boyfriend - on his knees, nursing the wound on his head. The ache of seeing him in pain reignited the anguish you thought you had left behind.

“Okay,” you heard your friend murmur. “I'm gonna let you guys get to it.” She was out the door a second later.

You looked at the closed door instead of the man who was desperately trying to make eye contact with you.

“How long have you…” You trailed off before deciding that you didn't want to know.

“As soon as you turned your phone off, Y/N! I've been here since last night.” "Why?" you choked out, the words barely escaping your lips as tears threatened to overflow. His brows furrowed before he ran his hands over his face and got up to sit right next to you. You saw his hand itching toward yours and instinctively pulled it towards your body. "Because I needed to see you in person, to talk." He took another deep breath and you later realized that he was trying to stop himself from crying. “I realize I messed up, baby. I.. I never should have let you walk out.” But his attempt to mend the shattered pieces of your relationship only served to reopen the wounds, your walls instinctively rising in defense,"Talk? You think a talk is going to fix everything?" Max's eyes were filled with a mix of regret and desperation as he reached out for your hand, his fingers trembling slightly. "No, I don't think a talk will magically fix everything," he admitted, his voice raw with emotion.

"But it's a start. I need you to know that I'm truly sorry for what happened. I hate myself for hurting you, for making you doubt how much you mean to me."

You couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze, the pain of the previous night still too fresh in your mind.

“How can I trust you again, Max? How can I be sure that this won't happen again?" Your voice was barely a whisper, filled with the ache of betrayal.

Max's grip on your hand tightened, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I know I've messed up, Y/N. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn back your trust. I'll work on my temper, I’ll be better to you, I'll do anything you ask of me. I just need you to give me another chance." “You know you’ve always been the best to me, right? I just can’t believe that instead of talking it out yesterday, you straight up skipped to breaking up wit-” Fresh tears started falling down your cheeks. Max immediately leaned forward to hold you in his arms and you let him because you needed him. But how could you trust him again? How could you be sure that history wouldn't repeat itself? That he won’t throw away your whole relationship just because the anger got a hold of him? As Max held you close, you felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over you. Part of you wanted to push him away, to scream and shout at him for causing you so much pain. But another part of you craved his warmth, his touch, his presence.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Max whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I know I messed up, and I hate myself for it. I never meant to hurt you, I swear."

You buried your face in his chest, the tears soaking through his shirt as you struggled to make sense of your feelings.

“I just don't know if I can do this anymore, Max," you admitted, your voice muffled against him. Max tightened his embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "I understand," he murmured, his voice gentle. His admission eased your thumping heart a bit, you were glad to have him back. The storm within you finding a momentary calm.

"I made you feel like our relationship was disposable, like breaking up was no big deal. But that couldn't be further from the truth. You're the most important person in my life, baby and the thought of losing you terrifies me. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us, to show you just how much you mean to me. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust if you still want me."

Lewis Hamilton

The weight of Lewis's words hung heavy in the air, suffocating you as you retreated into the sanctuary of your bedroom. Tears streamed down your cheeks unchecked, your heart aching with a pain you couldn't quite comprehend. How had a day that started with such a promise turned into this? You buried your face in your hands, the sting of Lewis's words feeling like acid running through your veins.

Outside the door, the silence was deafening, broken only by the muffled sound of your sobs. Lewis stood frozen in place, his mind racing as he replayed the exchange in his head.

He couldn't believe the words that had escaped his lips, couldn't fathom how he had allowed his frustration to morph into such hurtful remarks.

Minutes stretched into eternity as Lewis grappled with the weight of his actions, the gravity of his words settling like a lead weight in his chest.

He wanted to reach out to you, to apologize and make things right, but his feet remained rooted to the spot, paralyzed by the magnitude of his mistake.

Inside the bedroom, you were consumed by a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Anger, hurt, betrayal - they all swirled together into an ugly monster, threatening to engulf you whole.

How could the man you loved, the man who had always been your rock, turn on you with such venom?

But beneath the anger and hurt, there was a flicker of doubt, a gnawing fear that maybe Lewis's words held a grain of truth. Maybe you were too insecure, too needy, too demanding. Maybe you were asking for too much, expecting him to be there for you when he had his own priorities and responsibilities. Maybe-

The sound of a soft knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts, and you looked up to see Lewis standing there, his expression wrought with regret and guilt. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of the unspoken apology hanging heavy in the air. Looking at him distraught made your chest feel worse. How could he make you feel ten fold worse than this and not feel a thing?

"I'm sorry," Lewis finally whispered, his voice barely audible. "I didn't mean what I said. I was out of line, and I know I hurt you. Please, let me make it right." He rushed through the words.

His words pierced through the haze of your pain, and you felt a bit of heaviness leaving your body. He crossed the room in a few strides, dropping to his knees in front of you, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.

"I don't know what came over me," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion before your boyfriend took your hand away from your face and kissed your cheeks. "I was so caught up in my own frustrations that I lashed out at you, and I hate myself for it. You don't deserve to be treated that way, especially not by me."

You studied his face, searching for any sign of insincerity, but all you saw was genuine remorse and regret. And despite the pain still raw in your chest, you couldn't deny the love you felt for him, the longing to mend what had been broken between you. “You hurt me,” you whispered but didn’t push him away as he laid down with you, holding you close to his chest. Some of your resolve wavering when you felt his fast heartbeat. “I wanted you there so much.” He nodded as he shushed you, his own eyes dropping tears. “I’m so so sorry, baby. I can't even begin to express how deeply I regret the way I acted the whole day, I know you deserve so much more but-” You shifted slightly, knowing all that you wanted right now was comfort, you didn't want to forgive him or minimize the weight of his actions. "I don't know if I can right now," you replied, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions.

Lewis's eyes brimmed with tears as he whispered, "Please don't shut me out. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

You felt a pang of guilt at the pain evident in his voice. "I just need some time to process everything," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I understand," Lewis replied, his tone filled with sorrow. "But please know that I'm here whenever you're ready to talk."

You nodded, silently acknowledging his words as you allowed yourself to be enveloped in his comforting embrace.

"I promise to make it up to you," Lewis vowed earnestly, his voice laced with determination. "I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust."

"I want to believe you," you admitted quietly, your heart heavy with uncertainty. Everything was a little too raw right now and your emotions were all over the place.

"I'll spend every moment proving it to you," Lewis declared, his eyes locking with yours in a silent vow.

“I was thoughtless and cruel today, and I never should have let those words leave my lips. You are not insecure, you are strong and resilient, baby. You deserve so much better than the hurtful words I spoke. Please know that I can’t lose you, Y/N. I will work tirelessly to regain your trust and rebuild what I have so carelessly shattered. You mean the world to me, and I will spend every moment striving to be worthy of your love.”

Carlos Sainz

As you sat nervously in your childhood home, the familiar sights and sounds providing little comfort, your mind raced with thoughts of disappointment and hurt.

For the third time, Carlos had failed to join you in meeting your parents, leaving you to face their questioning looks and unspoken concerns alone. You had rehearsed what you would say to them, how you would explain his absence, but each time, the words caught in your throat, choked by a mixture of frustration and sadness. For the past few days since you walked out of your apartment, you had been ignoring Carlos’ attempts to reconcile with you. The calls and texts he spammed you with were ignored and curses left your mouth as soon as your mind went back to the day of the argument, bringing unwanted tears to your eyes.

In the passing, you saw a Ferrari conference being conducted and as much as you wanted to reach out and talk it out with him, your heart did flips that you were sure you should have visited a doctor for.

Your parents, ever perceptive, noticed your unease as you fidgeted with the napkin in your lap, casting worried glances in your direction. You tried to muster a reassuring smile, but it faltered, betraying the turmoil within you.

How could you explain to them that the man you loved couldn't find the time to meet them, despite his promises and assurances? "What's wrong, sweetie?" your mom asked, concern evident in her voice.

You sighed, hesitating for a moment before replying, "It's Carlos... He like…"

Your dad's brow furrowed. "Is everything okay?"

You tried to muster a reassuring smile. "Yeah, he said that he got caught up with work. You know how busy he is with his racing and all..." Your dad’s brows furrowed when you trailed off, about to ask you what exactly you meant but just as you were steeling yourself to broach the subject, the doorbell rang, startling you from your thoughts.

Your heart sank as you realized it was likely a neighbor stopping by to meet you since you don’t visit that often, you stood up to go greet them. But then, to your disbelief, you heard his voice drifting through the door, before you saw your boyfriend standing right behind it. Your head titled in confusion and you drew a breath that took most of the stress from the previous days away from your body.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, his tone apologetic yet determined. Carlos took your hand and kissed it lightly,"Traffic was a nightmare." “What about the conference that you-” “You’re the most important person in my life, Y/N.” He cut you off before pulling you in and walking to the dining room that was in his vision. As if that was the answer to your question.

You turned to face him, your eyes wide with surprise and a flicker of hope. There he was, looking slightly disheveled but undeniably earnest, his gaze that locked on yours was as if it was seeking forgiveness. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, the regret etched in the lines of his face.

Your parents exchanged a glance, their expressions softening as they took in the sight of Carlos standing before them.

Despite their reservations about his repeated absences, they couldn't deny the genuine affection that Carlos held in his eyes when he looked at you.

Before you could find the words to respond, Carlos took a step forward, his hand reaching out tentatively. "I'm really sorry, both of you," he said, addressing your parents directly.

"I know how important this is to you, and I should have made more of an effort to be here on time."

His words hung in the air, a silent acknowledgment of his shortcomings and a pledge to do better. You felt a surge of emotion welling up inside you, a mixture of relief, gratitude, and a glimmer of renewed faith in your relationship. "Well, we're just glad you could make it," your dad said, offering Carlos a handshake.

"Thank you for coming, Carlos," your mother said, her voice warm yet cautious. "We understand that life gets busy, but it's important to make time for the people who matter most."

Carlos nodded, his expression earnest as he met her gaze. "I couldn't agree more. Family means putting in effort, I promise to make it up to all of you."

As you sat down to dinner, the atmosphere was tinged with a sense of reconciliation and hope. Your hand still intertwined with his as you saw him charm your family. Despite the rocky start, Carlos's presence brought a newfound sense of unity and understanding to the table. And as you shared stories and laughter, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to mend what had seemed irreparably broken.

In that moment, you realized that love wasn't just about grand gestures or sweeping declarations—it was about the everyday moments of connection and compromise, the willingness to forgive and grow together.

And as you looked at Carlos, his eyes filled with determination and affection, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand.

Charles Leclerc

Charles had apologized right after he had said those words and though you had both fallen back into routine, the underlying bitterness and resentment was still present. You weren’t the one initiating any kind of affection from your side and every time Charles was initiating anything, you half assed your way out of it. Was it childish? Probably. But you were still not comfortable with how easily you had forgiven Charles, burying your hurt just to avoid conflict once again despite knowing deep down that he has hurt you probably more than anyone else ever has. These thoughts were running through your head as you sat beside Charles, your heart still heavy with the weight, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Especially because Charles seemed distant, his mind preoccupied with thoughts, that you couldn't help but wonder what exactly they were. Why had he even asked to go on a date today? To break up with you? Suddenly, Pippa appeared, her presence causing the knot to form in your stomach to get tighter. She approached with a confident stride, a charming smile gracing her lips as she greeted Charles with a hug.

"Hey, Charlie!" Pippa exclaimed, her eyes flickering briefly in your direction before returning to Charles. "Long time no see!"

Charles returned her hug, though his embrace seemed somewhat forced. "Hey, Pippa. Yeah, it's been a while."

You observed their interaction closely, your unease growing with each passing moment. Pippa's presence always seemed to unsettle you, and you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to their friendship than met the eye. Was he gonna break up with you in public and confess his years long feelings for Pippa? Charles glanced at you, his expression softening as he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I was just out with Y/N today."

You couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at his actions, his affectionate gesture soothing some of the tension that had been building between you.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," Pippa said, offering you a friendly smile. "Sorry I didn’t see you next to Charlie."

You returned her smile, though it didn't quite reach your eyes and managed to reply without gagging. "Nice to meet you, Pippa." Charles tightened his grip on your hand, silently reassuring you of his presence and support. "We were just grabbing a coffee," he explained, his gaze flickering between you and Pippa. "Care to join us?"

Pippa hesitated for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced at you before turning back to Charles. "Actually, I was hoping we could catch up alone, if that's okay."

You felt a pang of anxiety at her words, a sense of foreboding settling in the pit of your stomach. Despite your reservations, you nodded, forcing a smile as you released Charles's hand. It was better to walk away yourself than to have Charles dismiss you.

"Of course," you said, though your voice sounded strained even to your own ears. "I'll wait for you outside."

Charles shot you an alarmed look as you stood up,”I’ll see you in a few.” Charles’ hand lingered on yours for a moment longer before you reluctantly let go and made your way to the door.

You leaned against your car and enjoyed the wind for a second. You couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of the exchange between your boyfriend and his best friend sitting inside.

You were half scared to find them kissing or something but, instead a sense of confusion washed over you as you watched the way Pippa was angrily point a finger at Charles and scream at him.

It was a second later when she stormed out before making her way towards you.

"Is he doing this because of you?!" Pippa's accusatory tone sent a shiver down your spine, her words hitting too close to home.

Before you could even process what was happening, Charles emerged from the cafe, his expression determined as he approached you and Pippa.

"Go home, Pippa," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument as he intertwined his hand with yours.

Pippa's eyes blazed with anger, her fists clenched at her sides as she glared at Charles. "You will regret this, Charles!" she spat before storming off, leaving you both standing there in stunned silence.

Once Pippa was out of sight, you turned to Charles, your heart pounding in your chest. "What was that all about?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

Charles sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you with apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry you had to witness that, Y/N. Pippa has been... difficult lately."

You frowned, your mind reeling with confusion and frustration. "Difficult how?"

Charles hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching yours as if trying to find the right words. "She's been pushing boundaries, trying to come between us. But I won't let her."

"Hey," he continued, taking your hand in his. "I told Pippa that I wouldn't be spending time with her alone anymore. If she can't accept you, then it's better for us to not be friends at all."

You blinked in surprise, a rush of gratitude flooding through you at his words. "Really?"

Charles nodded, squeezing your hand gently. "Really. You're the most important person in my life, and I won't let anyone come between us."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. "Thank you, Charles. I appreciate you standing up for us."

He smiled softly, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "I'll always stand up for us, Y/N. You mean everything to me."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you threw your arms around him, holding him close. Despite the lingering bitterness and resentment, you couldn't deny the overwhelming love you felt for him in that moment.

Lando Norris

As you stepped out of the taxi, the cool night air enveloped you, offering a moment of respite from the whirlwind of emotions that had engulfed you throughout the evening.

Your heart still felt heavy with the weight of Lando's hurtful words, but beneath the pain, a numbness resided- knowing deep down that you might’ve just broken up with your boyfriend.

Before you could take another step, you heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, you saw Lando rushing towards you, his eyes filled with remorse and his expression wrought with sorrow. Your hand instinctively went to your chest, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart.

"Y/N, please wait," he called out, his voice pleading as he reached your side, breathless from his haste.

You pulled your face to meet his eyes, uncertainty and wariness etched into your features as you met his gaze. Part of you yearned to turn away, to shield yourself from the pain of his words, but another part couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, he was sincere in his apology.

"Lando," you said softly, your voice tinged with a mixture of hurt and apprehension. You wanted to say more but the damn ball in your throat stopped you doing so.

He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours as he searched for the right words to express the depth of his regret. "I know I messed up, Y/N. I hurt you, and I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am for that."

His words washed over you like a soothing balm, offering a sliver of comfort. But still, you couldn't bring yourself to let go of the hurt that lingered in your heart.

"I should have been there for you tonight, supporting you and showing you how much you mean to me," Lando continued, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "Instead, I let my own selfishness and insecurities get in the way, and for that, I am truly sorry."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to him, the sincerity in his voice echoing the ache in your own heart. You were sure you’ll regret letting go of this amazing relationship without at least attempting to work on it.

Despite the pain he had caused you, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to rebuild what had been broken.

"I don't expect you to forgive me right away, Y/N," Lando said softly, his hands shaking and showcasing the intensity of his vulnerability.

"I know I have a lot of work to do to earn back your trust and your love. But please, just give me a chance to make things right. I promise to do whatever it takes to show you how much you mean to me, every single day for the rest of my life."

His words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity and remorse, leaving you torn between the desire to hold onto the pain of the past and the hope for a brighter future. As you gazed into his eyes, searching for any hint of insincerity or deceit, all you found was raw honesty and unwavering devotion.

With a heavy heart and a flicker of hope, you reached out to take his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "I don't know if I'm ready to forgive you just yet, Lando," you whispered, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

Lando takes a step closer, gently cupping your face in his hands. "I'll spend every moment proving I'm worthy of your love, Y/N. Let me show you how much you mean to me, starting from this moment. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust, even if it means giving you the space you need. Just know that I'm here for you, whenever you're ready."

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orikiys · 4 months

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✿ ✿ falling out of love with skz ( first pov version )

✰ pairings: ot8!skz x fem!reader

✰ genre: angst, romance, heartbreak

✰ warnings: heartbreak, guilt, falling out of love, sad, unedited ( i wrote this before i go to sleep ), based on real life events.

✰ word count: 1.8k + words

౨₊ৎ chan

falling out of love, but why is it? is it because i don’t read your texts no longer? or is it because that the mere sight of you no longer has been jumping on my feet? like that heart that used to skip a beat, tell me baby, did we not love each other? you were the muse to each of my poetries, you were the lover but i’m still disheartened by the fact that i couldn’t be. i made it out. i removed you from my life, to those little gifts you gave from your clothes that i had— all of them. and maybe, just maybe a part of me did get removed as well. snatched away and lost in the process. but i don’t need your help in getting it back. because i know that if i do, history would repeat itself. i would fall for you over and over. but… you wouldn’t. it’s been a hard month to try not to look at your socials, to see if you’re just as miserable as me or not. it’s been hard to try not to unblock you and keep re-reading our texts all day long. it’s been hard to not think of you. because my love i hate the fact that i still want you after all that happened, but you don’t. but i can’t love you like this, not anymore. i keep picking myself apart and framing together the left fragments of us. but there’s no us anymore, is there? i don’t want to pretend any longer. i missed you. i loved you. but i keep forgetting the fact that maybe i no longer do. or maybe i’m just getting better at pretending? all i do know is, i don’t think i know how to love you anymore.

౨₊ৎ minho

i may have forgotten the reason, but i loved you once. i truly did with all of my heart. falling in love was hard. it felt restricted, constrained and suffocating. but falling out of love? that was even harder. with each sun rise, i feel myself drifting apart from you. it’s like i don’t even know you anymore! i wish i could go back to the time where i asked you about your favourite colours or maybe your favourite movies or your favourite songs, but i can’t. we are no longer lovers. nor are we friends. we are strangers with memories. strangers who once crossed paths. we walk past each other and it’s like i don’t even know you, like i’ve never met you. i’ve seen our pictures on my phone and i question what went wrong? but maybe we were just habits and we thought we’d always have it? guess not. it’s the way i know you’re no longer around, but everything reminds me of you. is it the scent of your lingering perfume on the pillow covers? or maybe it’s your half-empty coffee mix? if promises were meant to be broken, i accomplished them. i am sorry for all the late nights that i whispered to you telling you that i’ll always love you. i’m sorry for all the times i couldn’t be there when you wanted me to. i’m sorry for all the times that i failed to understand you when you were just trying to protect me. i’m sorry for learning how to unlove you. i’m sorry min. i truly am.

౨₊ৎ changbin

remember when you said that we have forever? then why does it feel like our time’s already over? it started not so long ago, then why? was it written in fate already? or did we make it happen? i remember the time we held hands and shared umbrellas. i remember the time where we’d talk for hours. i remember the time when you first kissed me, then why am i still waiting for a proper goodbye? i wish you would break me at once, so i wouldn’t have to feel guilty for loving you a little lesser everyday. i wish you weren’t so perfect that i didn’t have to find excuses to avoid you. i wish you would snap my heart in half, crumble to pieces and throw away the broken fragments, so i don’t have to feel like i’m in the wrong. for once, just let me escape the reality. for once, please don’t love me. for once, please forget me. for once, let me go. for once and for all, forgive me for not trying to love you harder. i don’t know where it all went wrong. i wish i could turn back the time and erase myself from your memories, so you won’t even think of me or the pain that i caused you. i may be the villain of your story, but i too was once the protagonist.

౨₊ৎ hyunjin

i wonder if you ever noticed when i stopped telling you my secrets. i wonder if you ever noticed that i stopped bringing home your favourite packet of chips. i wonder if you noticed that i began tensing up whenever you hugged me. i wonder if you ever even noticed the way my soul began detangling from you. and when you tucked my hair behind my ear, it didn’t leave a trail of fire like it did before. my body— it stopped reacting to you the way it did before. and i wonder, why you never said anything. because you noticed it. you noticed every single thing yet you stayed quiet right by my side. it’s the way i began hating you for making me feel guilty. but it always did feel better to blame others, didn’t it? would you mind if i sat next to you but didn’t smile? would you mind if i ask you what you liked once again? because i didn’t want it to end. you were the most beautiful dream that i ever experienced, yet now i can’t even recognise the beat of your heart. i realized that i fell out of love when i could no longer guess what you wanted. or maybe that time when i couldn’t bring myself to even kiss you. baby, where did it go? help me. help me get it back. falling out of love with you is a nightmare and i wish i could wake up.

౨₊ৎ han

i had all that i wanted, and then none. from the perfect life, to a fallen apart one. nothing stays for too long. and i wish i let go of everything a bit sooner. so it would hurt me less whenever i see you. it would hurt me less whenever i hear someone mention you. your letters, they still rest in my drawers. your rings, they still fit on me. except they feel too cold. i no longer wear them for an entire day without feeling the urge to throw it. but i don’t want that to happen, so instead i keep it locked away in a box. but the key, it’s with you. so i can’t bring myself to open it. many people told me that i have changed. but i truly wonder, have i? or is it just the fact they can’t fathom that i no longer love you like i did before? it may be my fault for it all, i’m the one to blame. but i tried my best to stop myself, to stop these unwanted feelings and in the end i broke your heart. i still remember that look on your face when you held me tight for one last time. goodbyes weren’t the best, but i wish it was. so i didn’t have to live everyday thinking that i killed your spark from the inside.

౨₊ৎ felix

i wish i could go back to the time where i didn’t have to think thrice before waking you when you couldn’t sleep. i hoped that i could’ve told it all to you sooner, but how could i have predicted that unfortunate ending? loving you was beautiful, delicate and everlasting. until it wasn’t. falling out of love was harsh but slow. the flowers have begun withering, i noticed. do you not water them? or is it because they remind you of me? i know what you’re trying to do. i’ve tried it as well. but it didn’t work. i tried erasing you and everything related to you. but at the end of the day it’s the way my phone’s lock screen still has your face. your number, it’s untouched. and perhaps if someone were to ask me about my favourite movie, without hesitation i would reply with the texts we sent, the little date vlogs we made. call it guilt or call it lost love. the time spent with you gave me happiness, and i called that love.

౨₊ৎ seungmin

i knew you were hurting. so maybe i should’ve applied bandages to your aching heart. i knew you were hurting when i began replacing our memories. was there something that i could’ve done to make your heart heal faster? but i knew it couldn’t replace the pain i’ve caused you. i used to tell the moon about you, now the stars await to hear my stories. i used to have that stupid grin on my face whenever you called me, now we stopped meeting. and it kills me to know how you’ve been living all this long after knowing that the one who you loved broke your heart. it hurts me too when you agree to everything and anything i say. is that how much you love me? that you’re even willing to be vulnerable in front of me? if given another chance i would fall in love with you over and again till i can’t escape it. i want to trapped, engulfed in your love just like you are in mine.

౨₊ৎ jeongin

my heart breaks at all the possibilities we could have been. it breaks even more every time i remember you wanting to start a family with me in future. i ended it all at once, didn’t i? i wonder how i could be lifeless that now a single tear falls while you cry for me. i wonder how i could be so lifeless that i forgot you’re my other half. i want to experience that spark of sleeping and waking to your texts once more. i want to experience being called ‘my princess’ for the rest of life. but it’s the way that we don’t even talk. we blocked each other from our lives, it was for the good. then why am i having sleepless nights filled with remorse? is this the part of moving on? or is it the part of moving back? because my ship seems to be sailing in the wrong direction. so my love, don’t pray for me anymore. the moon won’t listen.

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Tbh you lament what people say about you and bemoan "harrassment and bullying". Yet you told RLM to "eat a bag of dicks" unprompted. You said Oneyplays "Are assholes, fuck them!". You'll constantly lecture your own fans, angrily yelling at them for asking when new Power Rangers are out, or for giving you simple, solid advice like below. You say youve calmed down in reviews yet still yell at the comic creators over minor stuff. The comments you complain about getting seem tame in comparison.

Okay, first of all I did not tell RLM to "eat a big of dicks" unprompted. What I said was "Eat a dick, jackass" while talking about the Plinkett Reviews in regards to how parts of them have not aged well, in particular the line that I felt was a bit racist - "Black people don't like Star Wars" (to be clear - I don't think anyone at RLM is racist [AFAIK]. The remark itself feels like it is, though, but that's also emblematic of edgier, wince-inducing internet humor from the time - we're all guilty of awful jokes like this to some degree, myself included). Now I ended up removing this line from the Star Wars Prequel reviews compilation because I realized it was needlessly inflammatory towards them and some perceived it as me attempting to star a beef with them… when of course I don't want to start a beef with ANYONE, much less someone much, MUCH more popular than me.

And no, I did not say Oneyplays "Are assholes, fuck them" (unless I said this on Twitter a long while ago). I'm assuming this is in reference to a part of the Fallout: New Vegas streams. Someone in the superchats asked a question relating to them and my other guests didn't know who they are. I proceeded to spend all of 40 seconds calmly explaining (though admittedly with a bit of light irritation) "They're other streamers, one of whom apparently does a GREAT impression of me. They're also responsible for popularizing calling me Lightbringer, soooo… screw 'em." That was it. But apparently "screw 'em" was TOO MUCH for a lot of people, because I got flooded with hate from that - videos made about how I was "TRIGGERED!" and "HAD A MELTDOWN!" Because that was one of the first public times I ever talked about how I wasn't okay with the nickname. We'll circle back around to this in a minute.

"You'll constantly lecture your own fans, angrily yelling at them for asking when new Power Rangers are out-" Aaand right there you prove that you don't actually watch my stuff. You're just repeating the same garbage from people who ALSO don't watch my stuff, but assume I have not changed at all, that I am the same person forever whose opinions don't change, whose attitude doesn't change, never gets better, etc.

Because I haven't been angry at people asking when the next History of Power Rangers is out in ALMOST TEN YEARS.

And the reason I know that number in particular is because I started my Patreon in 2014. The question annoyed me so much because I didn't have an answer for them and it seemed like they didn't care about anything else I did. But then I started my Patreon and one of the Milestone goals was actual release dates for HOPR. And thus since then I've been able to answer when new ones are coming out.

You want to know how NOT angry I am about the question I am now? I put it on t-shirts.

You can buy them at https://atop-the-fourth-wall.creator-spring.com/listing/when-is-hopr?product=2 and https://atop-the-fourth-wall.creator-spring.com/listing/when-is-hopr-03?product=2 (I was going to post pictures of them but Tumblr keeps breaking when I try). There's a third one, but I don't think I put that one back up because it was intended for Shark Robot where colors are limited and it didn't do very well.

But this is a thing that's brought up by people who hate me - my irritation at the question as if it was still something that bothered me because, again, they cannot conceive that maybe I've changed. No, I am cringe forever and there is nothing I can say or do that will satisfy them.

But no, I "lecture people constantly" evidently. People say I'm obsessed about this topic, about the bullying, that I just talk about it soooo much and I can't move on from it and it haunts my every waking moment and that such "simple, solid advice" like "Be okay with being bullied" is met with unreasonable hostility and my mind fixated on it constantly.

Unless of course you actually look at what I post, what I reblog, what I tweet about and then you discover "Oh, he actually only talks about it when people bring it up to him. He only made that thread because he said the harassment is starting to rise up again and that was days and days ago and hasn't said anything about it since. In fact, on this very Tumblr he's only bringing it up again because somebody ELSE is bringing it up, allowing him a chance to further break down why asshole behavior is still asshole behavior.

So let's bring this back to the "screw 'em" thing. You'll notice that in none of these longer rambling statements I've made have I brought them up. Sure, in that 40 seconds during the stream I did… but that was in the middle of the first wave of it where it really WAS affecting me psychologically hard… and I have not talked about them on stream since then. I don't talk about them in these threads. I don't tell my fans to harass them. I don't make up some nickname for them or mock them or do anything other than maybe some frustration at them during the thread a few years ago (and I am explicitly telling my fans not do so - if you want to be an asshole to them, you can fuck off from my fans). Because I don't WANT to talk about them. They can do whatever the hell they want on their streams. They can call me Lightbringer there, make weird memes about me. It's THEIR space to do with as they please.

The problem is entirely that their fans come to MY space to be assholes. To repeat those memes, to bully me and call me the name. Some do it innocently, thinking I'm okay with it (which, again - is who that thread was directed towards)… but there are others who are being assholes about it. And I'm going to call them assholes about it and block them. And I'm still not going to talk about Oney because I don't want to - they're not the ones who are spamming Lightbringer in my chat or comments or trying to find some way of sneaking it into the comments past my comment filters to try to get a gotcha on me. Hell, I've gotten some people who have said they discovered me and love my stuff now BECAUSE Oney talked about me.

And I'd really like to know which recent review you saw where I was specifically attacking creators in the manner you seem to think I did. Because being angry at a plot point or a narrative decision is not the same thing as attacking a creator. I'll freely tell you about the ones I HAVE specifically called out for shittiness - the racist, the homophobic, the sexual harassers, the transphobic, the one that spread misinformation, or just the greedy assholes. But just looking at the list of the last 50+ episodes I've done that maybe… once or twice? And even despite ALL those horrible things, I STILL tell my fans to leave them alone - to not start fights with them, to not send my videos to them, etc. Because I don't want my fans to be bullies, either.

I will end this with one final thing: "The comments you complain about getting seem tame in comparison." Yeah, well, that's because you're you and I'm me. Something that seems innocuous to one person may be deeply triggering for someone else. Something that seems like an innocent joke might actually be really fucking with someone mentally, as it was for me. And that's why I've tried to tell people "Hey, please don't do that." Maybe I do it aggressively. But sometimes that's the only way people will listen. If people are still doing it even after I've expressed how much it harms me - telling me that I should just "get over it" or "let them do it and respond with a laugh" even though I keep saying it DOES affect me, then those people are assholes and I don't see why I should give them the time of day.

Hopefully this lengthy response (I really am a windbag) helps people understand or it clears up some bullshit. And if it's still not good enough for you, then nothing less than complete capitulation to being called Lightbringer is the only thing that will satisfy you… well, fuck off.

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well, he’s officially out of my life. another one bites the dust. I don’t feel angry, I’m disappointed in myself because I broke all of my boundaries and history did in fact repeat itself but I know I deserve better. friendship, romance or otherwise.

#thoughts #bpd #diary #writing #actually borderline #bpd fp #mental health #actually bpd #bpd thoughts #favourite person

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 1 year

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How would great seven parents and dorm leaders+Lilia and Jamil react to Yuu who is like Odysseus from the Odyssey? Aka has way too much confidence and curiosity, being a great fighting skill and battle strategy, very reckless, chaotic, may have been in a war but nobody knows that (I imagine Ody!Yuu got adopted by the great seven when they were 14 instead of younger {also maybe Lillia can tell Ody!Yuu was in a war}) very clever, and quick witted, outgoing, friendly, is sometimes heard talking to someone (*cough* Athena *cough*) that not even the g7 parents know about (except Hades), so instead of 7 parents Ody!Yuu got 8(the seven plus Athena who Ody!Yuu is patroned by)

Hades is having Trojan War flashbacks, Athena is glaring at Hades even though he doesn't know she's there, Athena is giving battle advice during the overblots(which Ody!Yuu follows half of the time), Queen of Hearts, Grimhildie, Ursula and Maleficent all love Athena because Ody!Yuu gets five badass mothers instead of just 4 because 5 is better than 4, Scar is on the fence about Athena(mostly because he's an overprotective Lion dad), Jefar is also on the fence about Athena (mostly because he's jealous Athena knew Ody!Yuu longer), and Hades doesn't like Athena

Now for the students, everyone is wondering how the fuc Ody!Yuu is such a great fighter despite not having magic, everyone in Savannaclaw (-Jack) got their asses wrecked during book 2(Athena was so proud), every overblot ended within 3-6 minutes (depending on weather Ody!Yuu actually decides to listen to Athena), Ody!Yuu loves recounting tales from their time in the 2nd Trojan War(history loves repeating itself), though nobody really stops to think about how much Ody!Yuu's adventures sound like Odysseus's adventures (minus the bull that happened in the Odyssey because Ody!Yuu got 'surprise adopted' *cough* kidnapped *cough* by the g7 before the Ody!Yuu Odyssey could happen), the only few who actually stopped to think about it was Lillia, Malleus and maybe Leona... And the rest is up to you

Sorry this is so long I just have so many ideas for Ody!Yuu and I would write it myself if I had any energy to do so (having anemia sucks)

WROTE IT!!! I BEG U!

#i kinda hope my g7 yuu ends up being like this later on #not writing #not requests #the great 7 parents

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bricksduhh · 1 year

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The way I loved you

Mickey Altieri x Male Reader

I apologise to everyone who has sent me story requests 😭 I probably should of worked on one of those instead and i promise I'll do them soon but i noticed there is no Mickey x Male reader fics, so i had to take it upon myself to do him justice. I also really wanted to write something with Sidney in it lol.

This takes place during the final act, the beginning is the same as the movie but i changed the ending to cut it short because I was really tired writing this so if there is any mistakes than im sorry <3

You ran through the college campus trailing behind Sidney. You two had just been attacked by ghostface while being escorted away from the college to protect Sidney. You were still processing your friend, Hallies, death. She didn't deserve to die. You felt guilty for not staying close to her, instead you went with Sidney to try to de-mask the Ghostface that lay unconscious in the car they had crashed in. When you and Sidney reached the car you noticed he was gone. You turned to see him jump out behind Hallie, brutally stabbing her to death.

That's when you two ran, as far as you could. Sidney held onto your arm, you didn't know where she was going. You didn't question it either, she had been through this before. You trusted that she knew what she was doing. She guided you to the college's theatre. You both ran down the aisles upon aisles of chairs, calling for any help. You stopped when you and Sidney reached the stage.

"Sid, I need a break." you bent over, placing your hands on your knees. You struggled to catch your breath. Sidney looked at you, her hand on your back. She looked around. Suddenly you two heard a noise. You saw the mechanisms on the stage start to move, walls being lowered down, blocking your ways out through the back stage.

Sidney ran towards one of the barriers. "Fuck" She yelled, banging on them. She looked back at you, before noticing something coming down from the roof. It looked like a star. You glanced up at it, seeing someone hanging from it.

"Derek?" You questioned, squinting your eyes. Sidney ran over when the mechanism lowered. She placed a hand on his chest.

She began to untie him, struggling to undo the many knots that had been tied to keep him in place. You went to help her until you noticed a figure moving closer to the stage.

"Um Sidney?" You moved your hand to tap her shoulder. "Who's that?" You asked, pointing your hand forward. It took you both a second to realise it was Ghostface.

Sidney slipped out a curse, picking up the speed of untying Derek from the play prop he was tied to.

The Ghostface climbed up onto the stage. You backed up. "Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you. You really want to try free your boyfriend?" He said, looking at Sidney. He began to talk again, this time with no voice changer activated. "Don't you know history repeats itself?" you all turned to look at him. He sounded familiar.

"No" you whispered. You realised who it was. It was Mickey, your boyfriend. You denied it at first, hoping it was someone who sounded similar. Mickey would never want to kill someone.

You watched as the Ghostface removed his mask. Your heart dropped. It really was Mickey. He placed the voice changer over his mouth. "Surprise Sidney." He reached his arm out, dropping the device.

He began to remove his costume. "Since Derek here disappeared on my ass, I've been on my own all fucking night." you all stood there, still in shock. "Thanks alot partner." You couldn't take your eyes off Mickey. You couldn't believe you trusted him or even loved him. Sidney slowly turned towards Derek, backing away. You realised what he said. Partner? Was Derek working with him?

"You mother fucker" Derek exclaimed. "Sid he's crazy, you know me better than that."

"Oh come on Sid, I gotta have a partner. I couldn't have possibly done this alone." Mickey looked manic. You were becoming scared of him. You've never seen him like this.

Sidney's eyes began to water. She let out a breath of disbelief, staring at Derek. Derek began to panic, begging Sidney for help." No no, Sid he's lying" He turned his head to face you. "Y/N you don't believe him right?" You finally took your attention off of Mickey. Turning to face Derek, you didn't say a word.

You heard Mickey laugh, he held the knife to his head. He kept repeating "Boyfriend or Killer '' Obviously directed towards Sidney. Derek began shouting at Mickey, claiming he was going to kill him. You and Sidney jumped when a bang suddenly filled the theatre. You heard Sidney screaming as she covered her hand over Derek's chest. You saw blood begin to drip down Derek's torso. You could barely process what happened.

Mickey held the gun towards Sidney. "You should really deal with your trust issues. I mean poor Derek, he was completely innocent." You grabbed onto Sidney, pulling her back from your manic boyfriend. Mickey's focus finally fell onto you. "Ah Y/N. What a pleasure to see you here."

"What the fuck is wrong with you." you said, voice cracking. "This isn't you, it can't be." You couldn't get your mind around the fact you have been dating a serial killer.

"Oh but baby it is." He held his arms out to his side, smirking. "The one and only." You shook your head.

"You fucker" Sidney shouted out. Mickey pointed his gun towards her again.

"Don't you get involved bitch, I'm not done with you." You put your arm in front of Sidney. "Baby, come over here." Mickey motioned for you to go beside to him. You looked at Sidney. "No, no. Don't look at her." He ordered. "Look at me. Come over. This is between me and Sid. You don't need to be involved"

Your eyes began to water. You didn't know what he was capable of. He could easily shoot you or even stab you the second you stand by him. "I- '' was all you could get out. You felt a lump in your throat.

"You'll be ok. Just stand by me and I won't have to hurt your pretty face." He said, gun still pointing at Sidney. You closed your eyes, letting out a small cry. You turned to Sidney, apologising before walking over to Mickey. "Smart boy. You were always the only one out of them all to have common sense. It's what I love about you the most." You stopped as you stood beside him, your back facing Sidney.

"Now, Sidney. What am I going to do with you?" Mickey asked, grabbing your hand, placing a knife in it. Your heart skipped a beat. Was he going to tell you to kill Sidney? You couldn't. No way. He leaned in towards you. "If she tries to run you swipe at her ok babe?" He patted your back, walking towards Sidney. You turned around, you could barely see. Your vision blurred from the tears that lay in your eyes.

"Y/N.. No" Sidney looked at you, shaking her head. "We're friends."

"Don't talk to him." Mickey shoved the gun closer to her. "He's none of your business now." You heard footsteps coming from behind Sydney. "Ah, our special guest has arrived." Sidney turned to look at the door. Gale walked in.

"Gale?" You and Sidney both questioned. Gale shook her head. Walking forward more to allow someone else to walk in. You didn't know who she was.

"Mrs Loomis?" Sidney questioned. You recognised the last name. You remembered Sidney telling you about her past boyfriend who shared the same last name. You guessed they must have been related.

"Hello Sidney." She said walking behind Gale, pointing a gun to her back.

"Surprised?" Mickey asked, smiling like a maniac.

Mrs Loomis looked over at you, noticing the knife in your hand. "Recruiting someone else without my permission Mickey?" She looked at him. "Have you even explained why we are doing this?" She questioned, giving him a disappointed look.

"No not yet, I was going to-" Mrs Loomis cut Mickey off.

"No. You know what the deal was, no one else gets involved and we both get what we wanted." Mrs Loomis gave him a stern look "This is your fault" She moved her gun towards you, opening fire. You felt pain in your shoulder, shouting in pain. Sidney jumped in fear, screaming your name.

"NO" Mickey shouted, watching you fall to the ground. He aimed his gun towards Mrs Loomis. He shot too soon. The bullet instead hit Gale's stomach. She hunched over in pain, stumbling to the side and falling off the stage. Mickey growls in anger. "You fucking bitch." He went to shoot again before Sidney grabbed his arm, pushing it up. Instead Mrs Loomis shot at Mickey, hitting his chest. He roared in pain. His gun falling out of his hand. Sidney backed away in shock.

"Oh Mickey, you sweet dumb boy." She walked over to him. You looked up, seeing him on the ground. His gun had fallen and glided across the floor. It lay in front of you. "Your plan was never going to work. Blaming all this on the movies? Really? Nobody was ever going to believe such bullshit." She stood over him, aiming her gun at his head. "I'm doing this to Avenge my son who was murdered by that bitch." She turned her head looking at Sidney. "It's the most understandable motive."

You knew Mickey probably deserved to die. He killed your friends but something in you didn't want him gone. Maybe it was the love you had for him that still lingered in your mind,you weren't sure. You grabbed the gun from in front of you, aiming towards Mrs Loomis, firing. She howled in agony. Turning back from looking at Sidney to see the blood spilling over her blouse. The bullet hit her shoulder. Her gun fell from her hand. Her free hand reached at the wound. She looked at you. You could tell she was furious. She stormed over to you,kicking you in the face causing you to fall down. You heard Sidney shout your name.

"Fucking teenagers" Mrs Loomis said,grabbing the gun you held and pointing it towards you. You heard a bang, causing you to close your eyes, crying out. You heard something fall. You opened your eyes to see Mrs Loomis laying on the floor, blood coming out of her head. You looked over at Mickey. He was holding the gun Mrs Loomis dropped. He laughed to himself.

Sidney ran up to him grabbing his arm, pushing it up again. He shot. The bullet striking the roof. He groaned, trying to fight Sidney off him. Sidney easily overpowered him, thanks to the bullet wound left on Mickey's chest. She grabbed the gun from his hand. Pointing it towards him, ready to pull the trigger.

"Sidney." You said through a hoarse voice. She turned to face you. She looked at you with sympathy. She couldn't kill the man you loved right in front of you. She lowered the gun.

"Pussy" Mickey whispered through a pained voice. Sidney rolled her eyes, kicking him in the face. He fell to the ground, losing his consciousness. You released a deep breath. She ran towards you.

She kneeled down in front of you,placing her hand on your shoulder. "How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Could be better" You laughed, wincing in pain at doing so. You both heard movement behind Sidney.

Gale popped up from where she fell. "I'm fine too, thanks for asking" Cotton suddenly ran in, with paramedics coming in behind him.

You sat in the back of an ambulance, looking at the paramedics wheeling Mickey out of the theatre in a stretcher. You felt yourself start to cry. You still couldn't believe that Mickey would do this. Sidney sat beside you, she rubbed her hand over your back. The paramedics ushered you into the ambulance. You forgot you had been shot, the pain of Mickey's betrayal hurt more than any bullet wound. You sat on the stretcher. Sidney didn't leave your side. Your head fell onto her shoulder. You didn't know what was going to happen to Mickey. You hated him for what he did, but something in you hoped things would work out in his favour. You knew it was unlikely but you still had a sliver of hope.

#Mickey Altieri #Mickey Altieri x male reader #Mickey Altieri x reader #Mickey Altieri x y/n #Scream #scream 2 #scream x male reader #scream x yn #scream x reader #Gay

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cienie-isengardu · 5 months

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Quan Chi's bio states he was basically born to be a slave in the mines. With Shang it's at least debatable whether he 'chose' to be poor of it he was just unlucky but I don't think Quan Chi chose to be enslaved since he was a child and mined minerals for OutWorld's government.

This seems awfully deliberate, like how Liu Kang had a hand in Smoke's family dying as a way for him to join the Lin Kuei. Like Liu Kang gave Mileena the life most iterations would kill for and whilst he did cripple Shao, Shao got the better deal compared to Quan and Shang.

I don't think there's a really good way to justify that one. It feels like Liu is punishing an incarnation of Quan Chi for something he didn't even do. Unless someone wants to make the assumption that Quan Chi was born evil...which doesn't make any sense since we literally see a good version of him and Shang fighting against Titan Shang Tsung.

Even if he was born evil, erasing him probably would've been preferable than subjecting him to slavery given how slaves are treated.

Last time I checked mortalkombat.com there was no official BIO for Quan Chi so I can’t address something I did not read yet by myself - not that I don’t believe your word, I just like be familiar with officially released source material and context before I start throwing the stones at any characters, especially since MK1 already proved with Shang Tsung that BIO, story mode and intros may approach differently character’s origin.

That said, I don’t have a doubt that Liu Kang is biased when it comes to certain people as it is visible in story mode alone how he interacts with the Royal Family or his Champions he considered his friends and for example Lin Kuei serving him and Earthrealm from centuries. He on purpose get involved with characters lives, be it choosing Johnny, Kenshi, Kung Lao and Raiden for Earthrealm’s Champions or deciding that Shang Tsung and Quan Chi won’t get a chance to obtain any power (magic) however the same story mode proved that Liu Kang’s plans could be - and in fact were - foiled by actions of others. Shang Tsung and Quan Chi learned magic due to Titan Shang Tsung’s scheming, Kenshi lost his eyesight again, despite Liu Kang’s hope for different means for his bonding with Sento

so it is not like every character’s life is set in stone and the once made Keeper of Time’s decisions won’t change due to outside forces.

My main problem with accusation that Liu Kang intended Quan Chi to be born in slavery or Shang Tsung in poverty is the implication he intended slavery and poverty to be part of his new era in the first place - and with that he chose to doom billions beings to unimaginable hardship solely to punish two people he personally dislike for things done in previous timeline steered by Titan Kronika who cared only for balance between good and bad, not for the living beings who were her own creations.

Because Shang Tsung is not the only character we could see living in miserable conditions, as the Edenians infected with Tarkat sickness lived in literal poverty, banished and shunned by society, with little food or basic goods to survive on their own. Quan Chi may be a slave working in mines, but we have the whole Umgadi system that literally takes away freedom from the first-born daughters of edenian families, who from childhood are trained and indoctrinated to put Royal Family’s best interest before anyone and anything, because apparently the monarch is more important that the lives of common people.

If we agree that Liu Kang in fact decided to include slavery and poverty in his new timeline just to punish two people, following that logic we should also assume that by making Johnny the USA’s famous movie star (with all the references to Hollywood and pop culture we know from previous timelines and our own word), he also allowed history to repeat itself with the European colonization of Americas and coming with it irreversible destruction of native cultures followed by unjust and cruel treatment of the indigenous population and ever further consequence: the Atlantic slave trade and the racial segregation that was part of America’s history preceding the official independence of USA (and racism being part of its history for another ages). All just to put Johnny in comfortable life as close to what his friend had in previous timeline.

What frankly, does not sit well with me knowing what kind of person Liu Kang was once and is currently as Earthrealm Protector. He was not a flawless human and definitely he is not the flawless and all-knowing god now - he doesn’t pretend to be one either. And sure, some of his decisions led to bigger tragedies but the fact he stepped down from Keeper of Time’s position to be just a mere Earthrealm’s deity implies he truly wished to allow people make their own choices. Because as Keeper of Time he could manipulate time and events to his own liking at any given time, but as a mere deity he is forced to play alongside the unfolding events and mortals choices - he may guide people, he may punish those disturbing the established peace, but he does not fulfill characters’ wishes or demand to erase the problems of their world because he did not give himself such power, as intro dialogues suggest is the case:

Li Mei: Why permit crime to fester in this timeline? Geras: It was beyond Liu Kang's power to prevent it.

Liu Kang: It is beyond my power to prevent all injustice. Li Mei: Then it shall always fester.

Scorpion: As Time’s Keeper, you could have abolished kombat. Liu Kang: Even a Titan’s power has limits.

Kenshi: With Liu Kang's help, maybe they'll find a cure. Baraka: If he could've helped, he would have done so by now.

Baraka: If you're a god, then cure me. Liu Kang: I did not give myself that power.

Baraka: Tarkat is a cruel fate, Geras. Geras: As Liu Kang has told you, we cannot cure it.

My point is: when a god gives mortals a free will then he must also accept that people will choose the wrong, even outright evil things. Not because anyone is born inherently good or bad, but because things like greed, pettines, fear, curiosity, ignorance or love exist and emotions are as strong an impulse, if not stronger, as is common sense.

As much as I would really like if Liu Kang gave everyone the same, fair chance for a good life, I think we need to take into account that each character's life does not exist in a vacuum and was preceded by hundreds of lives and choices of other people that lead to this point in time. Choices that could get in the Keeper of Time’s way and push events in different paths that he intended. Like Smoke’s family - did he truly decide to kill them to get Tomas into Lin Kuei as the best way of action or did the Lin Kuei warriors, who found outsiders on the protected by them territory, acted too aggressively on their own and their choices lead to unplanned tragedy? Or Shao’s sickness - was it Liu Kang’s choice to prevent the possibility he will raise one day against Sindel but the plan was foiled by one stubborn father who wouldn’t accept his child’s sickness as it was or the iron discipline of father was a part of the plan from the start? My point is, it is hard to tell where Keeper of Time’s will ends and where start the will of mortals that make each day their own choices, for good or bad.

Sindel is the best example, as Liu Kang intended her to rule Edenia as a firm yet fair queen and for all we know she indeed is one compared to the previous rulers. Yet what we learn from story mode and intro dialogues put a great shadow of doubt on whether she was truly so great Queen, if the sick Edenians are banished and forced to live in poverty, as their assets were taken according to Sindel's own edict, and in general treated like unwanted trashes. Not only that - Li Mei's intro dialogues says that Outworld has organized crime and Sun Do's beauty hides its darker side as it is far from the peaceful city Earthrealms think it is. Since people often are pushed into crimes by the bad circumstances (poverty, seeking refuge from persecutors) rather than inherent evil, should we accuse Liu Kang he planned such misery for those mortals or we accept that Sindel - generally seen as a good person, even admired by vast number of characters, including Liu Kang himself - made a choices that in fact have endangered or literally destroyed hundreds of innocent lives for ages? The Royal Family got rich off the harm of others, its power was secured by people deprived of their own civil freedom (Umgadi, the Palace Guard). Who should we blame for that? Liu Kang who destined Sindel to be Queen or Sindel herself, who had a power and free will to decide?

Like I said, no one lives in a vacuum and there were countless numbers of mortals before our main heroes were even born. Kenshi is dealing with his ancestors’ desperate choice to join Yakuza for protection and born out of it shame and crimes; their choices affect who he is and what drives him. Bi-Han is affected by his father’s decision and decisions of Lin Kuei Grandmasters before him that shaped reality in which Bi-Han lives now and considers an enslavement, because someone in the centuries old past chose to pledge their clan to serve Earthrealm and by extension, Fire Lord. Did Liu Kang intend such a turn of events or is it an effect of countless choices made by mortals preceding Bi-Han and Kenshi existence?

And so we come back to Quan Chi and the question, did Liu Kang decide to introduce slavery to his new timeline solely so Quan Chi could end in one or did mortals (Edenian aristocracy/government) at some point make the choice to enslave other living beings, including Quan Chi’s family, for their own gain? Because for Quan Chi to be born in slavery it means:

his parents or at least mother - and that alone may implies Quan Chi's being a result or rape - would need be a slave in the first place and

mother was punished for her son’s crimes he did not commit - and if Liu Kang’s plan had succeeded, he would never have committed either.

We can go on with questions like that but I think it comes down to this one matter: do we believe that Liu Kang would intentionally damn a billions of innocents to either punish Shang Tsung and Quan Chi or secure the well-being of his favorites like Royal Family and Johnny or not.

The game and intro dialogues won't give us a definite answer to that and each of us will need to settle this dilemma for themselves. I myself still debate whether to believe or not that Liu Kang sat down eons ago and wrote out how numberless generations will live so a few certain characters end in miserable (Shang Tsung & Quan Chi) or happy setting (Sindel). I do however believe that within Liu Kang's timeline, the Keeper of Time's choices shaping people's destiny and free will of characters can and are co-existing. I won't cross out yet the possibility that Liu Kang indeed decided to include slavery just to fuck up Shang Tsung and Quan Chi's lives - and I won't do it at least until I read the new source material. However, I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt that slavery and poverty are the outcome of bad choices made by mortals living before the heroes and villains were born.

Of course, this is still not the best scenario and there is no denying Liu Kang wanted a meaningless life for both sorcerers and that he did interfere with events and destinies of mortals. But if he set all life in motion and then immediately step down from Keeper of Time’s position, we need take into account that A) he gave up control over people voluntarily and B) he did it eons before Shang Tsung or Quan Chi - and their families - came to alive and for such a long period of time, many bad things could have happened without his participation or ill will (is Tarkat even part of Liu Kang’s plan or did it happen spontaneously, as a result of the actions of unforeseen forces? As the “forces of nature” balancing things out?). The characters already asked Liu Kang why he did not prevent injustice, why he did not abolish violence, why he did not cure the horrific illness, why he did not make his timeline the better place… but I think to do so he would need to take away the free will, so no mortal could commit a crime again or go against his plan. Which is the total opposition of what he wanted and Liu Kang is aware his world did not improved as he hoped:

Liu Kang: This timeline has not improved as I had hoped. Geras: Thoughts like that led to Kronika’s madness.

But I guess that is the problem with free will, it allows bad things to happen. There is no win-win scenario and someone will always be harmed - if not by their own choice, then by someone else's, because people do not live in a vacuum.

So, unless Quan Chi’s Bio (that I still didn’t see for myself) outright says Liu Kang decided to made his former enemy born as a slave, I’m willing to give Liu Kang the benefit of doubt that slavery and poverty weren’t on purpose added to his new era just to fuck up two people he didn’t like - even if his dislike is well-understandly considering everything that happened.

It is easy to look at MK1’s story mode and blame Liu Kang for the characters' background but that is looking at this specific point of time the way we look at NRS and blame them for messing up our favorite heroes for drama’s sake alone. In-universe though? There are plenty of factors outside Liu Kang’s control that shaped the world before any of them came into picture. Like I said, it may not be so easy to determine how much for things to be the way they are now is the fault of god and how much of mortals alone.

Also, in regard to why not just erase them from the timeline, I too myself wondered about that. Or why not make them born in Earthrealm, whereas as mere humans they would pose a threat for a 100, maybe 120 years at best and then be safely tucked in the afterlife. Or why let them both live at the same time and not separate them by ages. My working conclusion for now is that erasing people is not such an easy matter, as people - their histories and relationships - are too well connected threads on time fabric. MK11’s Jacqui ending showed that changing one thing may lead to much more serious consequences. She wanted to spare her father from death at Sindel’s hand and following it the life of revenant. But when she removed that event from his history, in result she erased her own existence, as Jax did not meet Jacqui's mom and thus Jacqui wasn't born. Original Shang Tsung and Quan Chi brought more pain and despair to people than anything else, but since we don’t have an idea how time fabric works or how much it is influenced by the countless erased timelines, maybe Liu Kang couldn’t erase them without erasing more innocent and/or important people? Just a thought to think about.

#mortal kombat #my replies #liu kang #quan chi #shang tsung #destiny vs free will #as you can see i have a lot thoughts about liu kang's choices and the free will given to mortals #i won't say liu kang would never on purpose fuck up shang tsung and quan chi's lives #because powers corrupts and endless time make you look at things from different perspective #i do however have a serious problem to think liu kang would include slavery and poverty and damn billions of people to such hardship #solely to fuck shang tsung and quan chi's lives #also if he stepped down from his keeper of time's powers did he still could make the decision that yes this is fucked up enough misery #for those two bastards to be born right now #or did he could shape destiny eons ago to happen exactly as he wanted? because that cross out the free will of mortals #i guess each of us need to decide what fits our understanding of this new timeline #and is liu kang a kind god or control freak type of god #also a side note: between shao shang tsung and quan chi I too would make quan chi life the worst if i had to pick that life for one of them

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nacho-business1 · 3 months

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And so history repeats itself…

I was kinda bored and this one shot has been bouncing around in my head for a while so here ya go! Let me know what you think!

it might be a bit bad, this is my first time doing this.

Description: Wu thought Garmadon could try something new for a change. Taking care of some plant wasn’t what Garmadon had in mind. Thankfully he doesn’t just have himself to blame when it dies, because ray’s gonna help him.

Lloyd doesn’t understand why his father likes those stupid plants so much and now he’s stuck having to take care of one. At least his big brother’s there to help him.

Ray walked through the newly built monastery, and even though it’s not the same as it was when he stayed there he couldn’t help but feel old memories everywhere…

Garmadon sighed for probably the tenth time. He’d been trying to figure out what to do about this. It was a problem, at the same time it wasn’t. But no matter how hard he told himself it didn’t matter, that it wasn’t staring into his soul, despite the lack of eyes, he couldn’t stop feeling like it was judging him. So he stared back, trying to figure out what to do about this problem.

“Garm, you ok? You’ve been staring at that plant for the last half an hour.” Garmadon forgot ray had stayed with him at the monastery while his brother and the others were out. He looked over at the man who was playing chess on his own, or attempting to figure out how to play. “Yes I’m perfectly fine, just frustrated…” He continued to glare at the greenery.

“With plant?” Ray retorted. “ maybe, maybe not,” Garmadon huffed. “ say, where’d you get that anyway” Ray asked turning his attention away from the game. “ Wu thought it’d be a good idea for me to try some hobbies.” ‘To help with the anger’ went unsaid. “When he suggested gardening I told him that was stupid and than libber told me that I probably wouldn’t be able to keep anything alive away so I may have said something’s and next thing I know I’m stuck with this thing and they’re probably gonna win our bet.” “ you made a bet! How much?” Garmadon gave ray a look that told him that told him everything. “ that bad?” “Yep” Garmadon replied popping the P. “ you know… I could probably help you..” ray said in a voice that Garmadon was sure to get him stuck in another situation, but he didn’t care, he just had to keep the stupid thing alive for a few months and he was desperate. “Ok.” Ray smiled at that and came over and sat next to Garmadon. “ You know how I’ve been trying to get out on a date with maya?” Garmadon nodded, “well she said if I can prove myself to be able to provide for her then maybe she’ll go out with me.” “And how does this have to do with me… it doesn’t have to do with that stupid game does it?!?” Ray gave a sheepish smile. “How…”

“ smart people play chess! Smart people can provide. Maya wants me to be able to provide for a family. You see where I’m going here!” Unfortunately Garmadon could, because misako had said the something along the same lines and Garmadon thought the same thing too, except he had a bit of a different thought process than learning how to play chess. “ fine.” Ray fist pumped the air before getting the board and setting it up in front of Garmadon. “ so how do take care of it anyways?” The fern only lived about a week.

Lloyd glared at his father’s new plant. The plant he was supposed to take care of. The plant he had no idea how to take care of.

“Hey Lloyd, you good? You’ve been glaring at that thing for at least half an hour.” Kai said from his spot next to Lloyd on the couch as he tried to beat Cole’s high score in prime empire. “Yes perfectly fine, just frustrated.” “With a plant?”

From the hallway Ray couldn’t help but chuckle as he listened to the boy’s conversation. “And so history repeats itself…”

‘And hopefully for the better’ went unsaid.

#ninjago #kai #lloyd #Garmadon #ray #Ninjago one shot #Garmadon and Ray were best friends

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ghostlandtoo · 1 year

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WISH FULFILLMENT — COME BACK WRONG

a mood board for a friend’s fic concept

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A web weaving post feature Wolfwood and Vash from Trigun Maximum. The first image is a panel of Wolfwood biting down on glass vials in his mouth and underneath the panel is the quote: “Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.” The second image is spliced together panels from volume 10. The first panel is Wolfwood holding a shot glass with speech bubbles saying: [N][arrow][is][the][strai][T][.] [I am asking [You] [h][ow] to endure it.]. Next is the panel of Vash bowing over his shot glass with spec bubbles saying: On the strength of My having asked it of you. Around him are thought bubbles saying: Oh, God… God… Please do me this one favor… The third panel is Wolfwood in profile, a tear running down his cheek. A speech bubble next to him says: [I am asking [not] to endure it.] The final panel is of the gravestone placed over his grave with a cross craved into it. Around it says: Scio… Sweetheart.

The lines are from a poem by tumblr user inactics linked here.

The third image is a quote from Richard Siken: He was not dead yet, no exactly—parts of him were dead already, certainly other parts were still only waiting for something to happen, something grand, but it isn’t always about me, he keeps saying, though he’s talking about the only heart he knows—

The fourth image is a screencap of dialogue from Disco Elysium. It reads:

You – Do I remember?

Inland Empire – No, you don’t. And it’s better that way.

You – What *do* I remember?

Inland Empire – Nothing.

(in all caps by the narrator) Don’t come back here!

The fifth image is Wolfwood aiming his handgun at the back of Vash’s head, who is in the foreground. Underneath that panel is a picture of an engraved plaque with a Jenny Holzer truism on it reading: Protect me from what I want. The sixth image is the panel of Wolfwood forcing Vash to hold a gun to his head and saying “Shoot.” The panel is cut in half by a quote from Richard Siken: but I think I’d rather keep the bullet. It’s mine, see, I’m not giving it up. This way you still owe me, and that’s as good as anything. You can’t get out of this one, [] you can’t get it out of me, and with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me like the bullet was already there, like it’s been waiting inside me this entire time.

The seventh image is a picture of a line from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. It reads: (Guil) Our names shouted in a certain dawn… a message… a summons… there must have been a moment, at the beginning, where he could have said – no. But somehow we missed it. (He looks around and sees he is alone.) Rosen-? Guil-? (He gathers himself.) Well, we’ll know better next time. Now you see me, now you – (And disappears.)

The eighth image is the panel of Wolfwood and Vash sitting on the couch from volume 10. Wolfwood was been blacked out so he is just a silhouette. In the middle of his body is a block of text reading: living—despite (line break) living—against.

The final image is a dialogue box from the gamer Pathologic. The Executor is saying: I’ll tell you a story. Once there was a man who wanted to fix everything. He begged on bended knee for a chance to turn back time… And when he got it, history repeated itself. “Good job,” we told him. “That’s your fate.” He asked us, “Once more?” So we let him try once more, but with a catch. He who denies his fate will be punished.

#etxt #trigun #para

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girlnotmadeforthisworld · 6 months

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After watching the finale of Attack on Titan and crying all my tears, I don't think it's fair to hate any of the young characters... Over the years watching the anime I have seen many people taking Eren's side and hating Reiner, or loving Reiner and criticizing Armin, I myself at some point hated Gabi (I think it's easy to imagine why). With the full picture though (from the anime only, in fact I apologize if there is much that I certainly didn't understand) it is clear to me much more about all of these magnificent and complex characters.

I think that in order to "excuse" them all from their bad choices that have led to many catastrophic consequences it may be interesting to listen to the words of that old man who leads the Marleyans on the finale, it is interesting to listen in fact to how he admits that the blame for what is happening belongs only to the old people and the old generations, who have forced the young people to live in the terrible world that they themselves have built (again it was very moving to see the reaction of Reiner's mother, to see her guilt, how she admits that she only used him, that she did not love him and was not a good mother). In this aspect I think Aot is very timely and portrays the reality of our world where young people are forced to fight wars, die, face the consequences of the bad choices made by previous generations.

That is why I don't think any of us can really criticize the choices of the young characters, each of them, in their own ways, has endured a life of "brainwashing", there are those who have spent their lives being devoured by giants without knowing the meaning behind it, those who have been raised with the idea that they have to kill their own people to pay for the sins of the past... Eren on his part I think is one of the best characters ever created, whether you may like him or not, whether you may agree with his choices or not, I think it is magnificent to see the evolution of his character. Despite the fact that his actions have led to the death of many of his friends and the people of Paradis, that he says so much that he wants to protect, I really believe that from his point of view this was the only chance he had to create a better future for his comrades (let's still consider the fact that we are dealing with a young boy who, despite having seen different futures (?), still found himself with a huge weight on his shoulders, something he should not have had to face alone).

I also find it very real that on the ending it is shown how despite all the events that have happened history "repeats itself" (I looked for explanations on this and apparently with Eren's actions the power of the giants is gone, so history will not repeat itself as we saw it, but will simply repeat itself with new wars, new killings, new hatred and massacres and I also find this very real). That said, after exposing my fresh thoughts on the ending that I have been waiting for years, stubbornly not reading it in the manga because I wanted to finish the story as I started it, by seeing the anime, I can say that Isayama is a genius. He created a story that manages to be very close to reality, despite the fact that it has almost nothing real in it. He created complex and misguided characters who still manage to make you think with their choices and their mistakes.

I am sure that there will be many mistakes in my reflections and I will continue my research to better understand the parts that I am missing. It would be nice to talk to Isayama about this and have him tell all the hidden meanings in the story.

#shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #eren yeager #attack on titan eren #the end #hajime isayama #thank you isayama #itterasshai

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redstrewn · 6 months

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More of my alchemist and leander angst wohoo

"If you knew," I struggled to swallow the bile down my throat, "why didn't you tell me?"

He pouted. I couldn't tell if he looked more sympathetic or disappointed. "I was trying to protect you," his words were emphasized, imploring.

"Protect me? By lying? Really?" I laughed.

He ran his hand through his hair, brows furrowed, and sighed, "It's not that simple, Elisa."

"Oh, it seems pretty simple to me." The vitriol in my voice was new. I hated it. I hated being this way. And I hated that I even felt like I had to.

Tears threatened to breach my eyes. Ugh. Fucking, really? Always weak, aren't I? In every fucking moment on this earth, I'm being used. And instead of unleashing hell, I crumple in on myself instead. I'm tired of it all. I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of everything. I quickly rubbed away the tears that streamed down my face.

"Listen, Elisa, it's for your own good. Believe me, I would've told you if I thought it would help."

"Oh, and keeping me in the dark is help? Stringing me along for whatever reason you please is helping me? Right. You're a real fucking piece of work, you know that?" As soon as the words left me, it felt as though I sent knives through my own chest. Saying these things out loud was an admittance of the most painful parts of my history repeating itself. Wounds that haven't even done so much as heal halfway have been torn into once again. This was real. This was happening. And there was no mistake about it.

"You know," to my dismay, my voice started to break and tremble, "I knew someone. Just like you. I trusted her with everything, too." I couldn't keep looking at him then. I laughed in spite of it all, "She was a mage, even. Funny. You lot sure know how to play people, don't you?"

"Elisa, I know this isn't what you hoped for..." I could hear him step closer. I wanted to shout at him—tell him to keep his distance. But I'm either an addict or a masochist. "But this is better, trust me."

Apparently I'm both, because I let him take my bare hands in his. And I felt everything again. I shut my eyes. But this time, even this wasn't enough to take away the thoughts that pierced into my head. I took a steadying breath. And when I spoke again, my voice was stable, clear, and hushed. "Better for who? Me, or you?"

His hold on my hands tightened. "Us. It's better for us. This is better than any cure we could ever imagine. We can do so much more. Don't you want that? Don't you want this with me?"

My lip quivered. Honestly? I was tired. My whole life I thought I was loved and cared for. I thought maybe this time it was different. But maybe this is all there is to it. What other use is there for some creature like me? Really, do I think I get to have a love so pure with a touch that ruins people utterly?

Thinking on it all, I've had the best outcomes, haven't I? I've been made to feel valued and worth something instead of tossed aside or chased out. Instead of being abandoned, I was found use. Purpose. In a way, I've been cherished.

What more could I ask for so selfishly?

I opened my eyes. "I get it," I whispered. At first I thought he didn't hear me. But when I turned to look at him, his eyes were trained on me, focused intently. He was waiting. "I think...you're right."

His expression immediately relaxed. "I knew you'd understand. I always did. I'm so glad."

He's kind to be patient with the likes of me. "I'm sorry. That I didn't understand sooner." My words came out flat.

His eyes softened and he gave me the gentlest smile, "It's alright. I knew you'd come around. I've been willing to wait as long as it takes. For you, I always will." And as he said his last piece, he pressed his lips onto my hand.

#elisa #creativity thrives when you should be doing sth else fr 💀

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liminal-storage · 7 months

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Before we go...

So, it's done. Another year of the ffxivwrite challenge completed. This year, writing was a major struggle for me because the year itself has been a major struggle.

I've had a lot of time for introspection the last couple of months and I understand the source of that struggle. It largely comes from having been shut down so hard and so often in the past. It comes from trying to share things I love only to have them spat upon, or told that something else was better and preferred, or to be shown that what I have to offer is only good as a consolation prize. I often feel like I'm too stupid or that my ideas are too simple to be enjoyable, or that maybe I just don't fit in. It's been tough! I've discarded a lot of writing ideas because of a terrifying feeling that history is only going to repeat itself. I know my creations are for myself, first and foremost, but I really do get joy in sharing them and having others enjoy them too. I think that's the heart of any creative person, honestly.

This year's writing is far from my best work. But it's special to me all the same because it is, to me, evidence that I'm still trying in spite of those fears.

I guess I just want to say thank you to anyone who took the time to read any of what I wrote this year. It means a lot.

#ritz rambles

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prpfs · 8 months

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reposting because I lost all my messages with a glitch before I could move to discord. 🧚 I’m summoning all my medieval fantasy lovers who enjoy throwing headcanons around, plotting together, enthusiasm that is mutual, creating Pinterest boards and playlists. I really want to meet a writing partner who has the same passion for what we write, I want to completely immerse ourselves into the world we create and freak out over the couple we create. I only feel comfortable writing with non binary and women. It makes me uncomfortable to write with a cis man. I myself am a woman, in case you’re curious. I’m 21 so I ask that my writing partners be 18+!

I’m looking for somebody who will want to stay up til late because we’re too excited to sleep, I want a friend as well as a writing partner. I’m open to any pairings. Mlm, wlm, wlw, non binary, I’m fine with playing whichever gender. Truly doesn’t matter to me.

I’d really like for our plot to include enemies to lovers and kingdoms at war, and other suggestions I have are ; arranged marriages, sunshine x grumpy, fated soul mates, morally grey characters, spicy female characters. I’d really love to write as or write against a female muse who has depth to her and isn’t overly submissive. I want complexed characters.

I’m a sucker for one human muse (even if temporarily) and the other a fantasy creature. I love the angst and all of that to go with it. I don’t have a particular storyline that I’m set on but I do know I want kingdoms at war, enemies to lovers and potential mates if you like Idea 🤭

I am an advanced writer ranging from adv lit to novella. Anything else bores me I’m sorry! I’d prefer for our story to have spice in it, I feel like it adds so much to the story. I write solely on discord!

For face claims I prefer realistic, be that as real life people or AI’s. The option is open!

If you’re interested in getting to know me better and discussing a possible roleplay, interact and I’ll message you! But please, I ask you only interact if you’re willing to give the same kind of energy back. I’m a very excitable person and to receive none of the enthusiasm back in return, will likely cause me to grow disinterested. I just want to make friends and make a beautiful story!

One of the concepts I have at the moment will be listed below but I do have numerous of other storylines too so please don’t worry if you’re not interested in this particular one.

After a thousand years, the goddess of war and peace is woken by the injustice of a devastating war between the races. Muse A summons their allies to fight in the battle, though they are less than happy to have been woken after ending the brutal war a thousand years ago. Muse A went into a slumber for great reason, after suffering the loss of their soulmate and completing world peace. They kept their sanity by resting.

Somehow, history is repeating itself and it’s worse this time. With the grumpy god/goddess on a war path to raise their alias from their temporary slumber, they meet muse b along the way. Muse B the prince / princess of a kingdom and the leader of the biggest rebellion. Muse B is a reincarnation of Muse A’s mate, without memory of who they are or who they once were. Except in this era, they are on opposite sides of the war. Muse A is fighting to bring peace, no matter the cost — while muse b is fighting for victory, avenging the loss of their family member and seeking retribution against their turbulent past.

What happens when the god / goddess of war and death, seeks out a new path with the one person who is fated to be their star crossed lover? And how will muse b react upon discovering they were reincarnation, always destined to find muse a again.

Plenty of room for building upon it, it’s just a vague description and concept. I’d also love to include other creatures like dragons, fae, shapeshifters, vampires, etc. I thought of this concept and I thought it could be a really fun story. I’m happy to play either muse a or muse b.

give a like and anon will get back to you

#oc roleplay #oc rp

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ophelie-redgrave · 2 months

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Character Development - Mothers Day - A letter.

Dear Mum,

I don't why i continue to write to you. Ever after all these years, i still find myself writing to you on every mothers day. I never send the letters though. They sit in a box, at the bottom of my wardrobe, waiting to be sent one day, maybe.

I'm 31 now, and at times i can't help but sit and wonder if you remember how old I'd be or if you've simply forgotten every aspect of my being. It's been 11 years, i was 20 when our contact fully stopped. I made that choice, it isn't what I wanted. It really wasn't. You, you left me no choice but to walk away. Years before that wasn't great either.

One thing i can't seem to understand, and I don't think i ever will is, how you and dad could just never accept me for who i was and the things I wanted? I always thought parents where supposed to love their children, no matter what. All you ever wanted was for me to be your project. You wanted to sit, walk, talk and act certain ways. Ways there just wasn't me. I know i gave you grief, i acted out, at times i could have been better, but your pushing, and judgement just pushed me further into the person you didn't want me to be.

Fuck i was only sixteen when you and dad started trying to arrange which family i should marry into. Everything you wanted for me was exactly that, what you wanted. Never did you ask what it was that i wanted.

You only let me attend the university of my choice because that was better for your image than having a daughter that didn't attend at all.... look at me now though. What a waste those years where. I wonder now, what you think of me? There is not doubt that you see my photos, and articles about me. I don't doubt you don't hear my name. I wonder if you react? Or act like I'm like nothing. Do you even miss me?

That is how it feels, that I am nothing to you. Perhaps because I couldn't ever be daughter you wanted, i may have always been that to you. I will always be grateful for the privileged life i lived, but truthfully I would have rather grown up poor and felt love than grown up rich and feel like i was never good enough or wanted.

I wish i could bring myself to send these letters, it's just deep down I know it would be useless and disappointing. My mind tells me to just do it, see where it leads. My heart, however, tells me one or two things would happen. One you accept the letters, reach out and try mend this broken relationship but eventually history would repeat itself and I'd find myself back to where we was, where all you want to do it change me into you. Or secondly, you'd get these letters and that would be it. Nothing. You'd do nothing. You'd want nothing to do with me, you would have truly disowned me. Either was would just be as heartbreaking.

I don't think I've ever learnt what love feels like, I don't how to receive it and I don't know how to show it. I don't trust because the two people who was supposed to love me, broke me and that broke my trust. I think all the time that if my own parents can do that to me, then why wouldn't anyone else. I run before things become to complicated. I guess it is because i spent years running from the person you wanted me to become.

Yes, I walked way. None of you tried to stop me, none of you reached out. Even after all this time. I always thought no matter how much we grew up, that it was our parents that would always be there for us. Isn't that how it is supposed to be?

All i ever needed was to feel accepted, to be allowed to be who i wanted to be. I wasn't a bad kid, i did bad things. It was my attempt on crying out for help. The partying, drink and drugs. They made me numb. Then simply turned into a way of life. Even know. I'm not ashamed. In fact i am damn proud that I can be who i want to be without judgement. I made a life for myself, I understand the family name helped with that, It would have been a hell of a lot harder if I wasn't your daughter but I still did it on my own.

It my not be in the way you like or approve but now, I am wanted. People want me to appear in the magazine, interviews. They want my name against theirs, they wanted me at their events and parties. In a way, your treatment towards me led me down this path. I didn't want the life you wanted me for me, but it didn't mean that i didn't want to make you proud. All kids want to make their parents proud, but I know now that would always have been impossible for me, the only way i would have done it, was if my life was a clone of yours.

I am not sorry i couldn't give you that. I'm not sorry i took the risk and put myself first. I could have easily given up and just don't everything you wanted, the way you wanted. I simply refuse to be something and someone I am not. I can never understand why that was so hard to accept.

I loved you, part of me still does but i honestly don't know anymore. Like I said I don't think i even know what that feels like. Or if i ever will.

I loved you, but I am not you.

Ophélie.

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